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Janine

By: GirlWatchin



"You're not a whore. You're a slut," his deep resonant voice sounded confident as he faced her. His denim shirt was open at the neck, hinting at the tanned muscular slabs of his chest. His shoulders seemed incredibly broad to Janine as she looked into his crystal blue eyes. 

"There's a difference. A whore charges for her services, but never gets involved with her customer. She never even falls in lust. You will fuck anybody, anytime. You're in lust with every man you meet." He smiled into her eyes as he traced the opening of her blouse, then followed the V of her bra to the depth of her cleavage. His hand followed the soft curve and then he hefted and squeezed her firm, fully-rounded tit, feeling her sensitive protruding nipple rubbing sensuously against the palm of his hand. He flicked the hardening bud of her nipple with his finger. He stepped closer to her, feeling her other breast pressing against his hard chest. His other hand slid confidently between her legs to massage her mound through the fabric of her dress. 

Janine swayed firmly against his chest. Her tits seemed to thrust brazenly at the bra restraining them.

"What about my husband," she whispered. They could hear him about in the living room, watching football and waiting for them to return. The knowledge that he could enter the room at any time and catch them added a heady spice of danger to their lust.

"That poor, stupid jerk. If he knew I was in the room next to him feeling up his wife like some street tramp, he'd probably have a coronary. Open your shirt. I want to see your tits."

"I can't. He'll come in and catch us," she said.

He kissed her deeply, his tongue first pressing against her inviting lips, then exploring her mouth. Her tongue began dancing with his, and she moaned deeply. It was obvious that she liked his kiss. 

The kiss ended, and he smiled into her eyes again. "Open your shirt. I want to see your tits."

Janine fumbled briefly with the buttons of her blouse, then paused. "What if he comes in here?" she asked.

"He won't come in here. Hell, he won't even get out of his chair to get his own beer. That's why I'm in here," he reassured her, as he massaged her pussy through her skirt. 

She looked skeptical at the same time her body began to sway to the movement of his fingers.

"Hey, how about bringing us out some sandwiches when you come," her husband called from the other room.

"You see?" he asked as stroked her pussy, massaging her inflamed flesh slowly, sensuously, teasing her passion, his finger tracing her slit. 

He looked deeply into her eyes, smiled, and kissed her again. The kiss was terribly delicious. It took her breath away and her resistance dissolved with that breath. 

His tongue searched her mouth like a ravaging snake. There was no doubt in either of their minds that she was his to do with as he pleased, regardless of consequences.

She couldn't help herself. She didn't want to help herself. Her fingers flew as she unfastened the remaining buttons of the blouse. She arched her back proudly. Her tits and the restraining bra burst into the open like prisoners escaping to freedom. He gazed hungrily at her shapely mounds. The flimsy, lace fabric of her front hook bra strained to contain her 36C bounty. Each globe was formed into a work of beauty, sculpted around her rosette nipples framed in the foamy lace fabric. Her erect nipples, easily visible through the fabric of her bra, protruded shamelessly awaiting his attention. It seemed as if her nipples were begging for his mouth to suck them.

His right hand cupped her left breast, hefting and massaging the voluptuous mound. He bent his head close, and began kissing her under her ear. His tongue made small hot-cold circles along the side of her neck. He slowly kissed along the hollow of her neck, then traced a line to her erect nipple, which he bit through the lacy fabric of her bra. The sensation almost drove her crazy. She could feel his teeth and the fabric of her bra on her nipple. It was deliciously painful. She gasped. Suddenly, he pinched and slipped the catch of her bra, allowing her tits to burst free. He sucked her hard nipple deep into mouth, his tongue dancing across and around so sensuously that she pulled his head firmly against her breast.

After a delicious eternity, he raised he head, looked deeply into her lustful eyes, and then he lifted her skirt. His left hand cupped the curve of her firm ass as his right caressed her pussy mound, only the thin, silky fabric of her panties preventing his fingers from sliding into her wet pussy. He pushed her panties aside, and slid first one, then another finger deep into her sopping pussy. It was too much. She gasped, threw her arms around his head, leaned forward, and bit his neck passionately. She couldn't help herself. She had to get something in her mouth, and his neck was the nearest thing she could find. He hissed sharply, and firmly slapped her ass. She raked his back with her nails, pulled her legs up and wrapped them around his hips, grinding her crotch against the hard bulge in his pants. He pinched her right nipple hard, the pain slashed deliciously through her body. Shit, but she wanted him in her so bad, she almost came at that moment.

He cupped her ass with both of his hands, holding her. He swung her around, so that her ass rested on the table. She pulled his belt loose, then the button, and pushed her hand inside to stroke his stiff cock. 

"You're going to fuck me, and I want it now," she hissed into his ear. She tugged the zipper on his jeans open, and pulled his cock out. Stroking his seven-inch dick, she smiled when she felt the heavy girth of his organ. She could feel the slippery precum oozing from the tip. She arched her back and, holding his cock firmly, began sliding it along her slit from her cunt opening to her clit. She quickly swirled the head of his cock around her super-sensitive clit, then used her legs wrapped around his hips to pull him into the opening of her ravenous pussy. She could feel the circumcised head sliding into her slippery cunt. Her eyes shone hungrily as she speared herself. She squirmed sensuously, her legs spread wide around his body. Her heels, again hooking the backs of his legs, pulled his full length into her depths. 

After the initial clinch, she loosened her grip on this legs. He drew away momentarily, then slammed her crotch violently, again and then again. Her pussy juices gushed around his cock and ran down the crack of her ass, collecting on her bunched skirt.

Janine moaned. "Yes, Yes! Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck my hot pussy! Fuck me hard!" 

"Hey, you guys hurry up. You're missing the game! Don't forget the pickles on those sandwiches, and you better put some more beer in the fridge for later" he husband called from the other room.

"Unnnh, unnnh" she sub-vocalized. "Ok, honey" she finally managed to call out, hoping that her voice didn't give her away. "We'll be back out there as soon as we get done in here" she managed to squeeze out.

Grasping her ass with both hands, he used the power of his massive arms to make their thrusts even more powerful, slamming his cock as deep into her as he could. She pulled her knees up high so that her legs could spread even wider. His cock thrust into her pussy like a powerful piston. Her tits swayed wildly back and forth, and the muscles of his chest clenched powerfully. The sound of his cock slamming into her pussy was thunder in their ears. He picked her up from the edge of the table, turned and pressed her ass against the counter top, and began long hard strokes, his balls pounding against her ass. 

"Oh, fuck, Oh, fuck, Oh, fuck, Oh, fuck," she gasped breathlessly biting his neck to muffle her words. Suddenly, her eyes roll back as she peered intently into the inner flame of her soul. She gasped, panted, moaned, held her breath for a timeless moment, gasped, gasped again. She moaned deep in her chest. Her teeth clamped hard against the corded muscles of his neck. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his head to her breast. Her strong legs wrapped tightly around his ass and clamped his cock deep inside her pussy as her climax rolled over her like a flood. Her head was swimming. Again, and again, her body spasmed as orgasm after orgasm, in rapid succession washed over her.

The passionate sounds of their love-making crashed around the room, and yet her husband remained unaware, engrossed in the TV his precious pay-per-view football game.

He felt her cunt muscles clamp deliciously against his cock, and then her legs slammed his cock deep into her, holding his powerful body momentarily motionless. Suddenly, pain sliced from his neck where she bit him, and her pussy honey gushed around his cock.

After a short pause that seemed to last an eternity, she relaxed slightly. Two more shattering strokes from him, and he moaned. The same distracted look came into his eyes. With a final thrust, he gushed like an erupting volcano, again and again, jolt after jolt of his hot cum blasting deep inside her hot pussy. 

When they separated, he could see her still sitting on the counter, his cum oozing from her pussy. She looked lustfully at his still-erect cock. Licking her lips, she slid off of the counter and knelt in front of him. Then, like a connoisseur tasting a rare vintage of fine wine, she began to lick the moisture from his dick. She could smell the musky perfume of her pussy juice on his cock and balls. Her tongue ran greedily up his shaft. She could taste her own delicious pussy honey mixed with his cum. Her mouth engulfed his entire cock, as her hands massaged his balls. As her head moved back and forth, her tongue slathered over the swollen head of his prick, and she swallowed his cock deep into her throat. 

He quickly became rock hard again, and placed his hand behind her head. His hips began to rock, thrusting his cock deep into her mouth. She looked up at his body without allowing his cock to leave her hot mouth. She could see that he would soon be approaching another climax. 

He pulled his cock out of her mouth, lifted her to her feet, and turned her around to face the counter. She bent at her waist, leaning against the counter, and spread her legs wide for him. He lifted her skirt up, and pressed two fingers into her still sopping hole, then used her pussy juice to lubricate his cock. He then spread the cheeks of her ass, exposing the brown star of her asshole. He pressed first one, then two fingers into her hole, making sure that she was well lubricated. As his fingers entered her tightly puckered opening, she quivered with tension, groaning audibly. He then inserted the head of his cock, slowly rocking back and forth to get her lubricated.

"Yes, come on, fuck my ass hole," she groaned, as she reached down to plunge her own fingers into her cunt and flick her thumb over her swollen clit.

He quickly built up speed, thrusting deeper and deeper into her. He bent forward over her, and cupped her tits in his hand, rolling and pinching her nipples between his fingers. She suddenly gasped and groaned, and bit her arm to stifle her orgasmic scream. Her asshole clamped tightly on his cock. It was more than he could stand, and suddenly, he blasted his cum deep in her brown tunnel as he thrust against her ass, over and over.

They stood motionless for a couple of moments him bent over her back, his once hard cock softening in her. Slowly, they stood up. She could feel his cum seeping out of her pussy and asshole. She turned to face him again. He smiled at her, and kissed her deeply. Then, he chuckled. "You see. Anytime, anyplace," he smiled.

She stood, smoothed the fabric of her panties back over her swollen pussy and ass. She then refastened her bra and buttoned her shirt. Finally, she smoothed her skirt, and smiled back into his eyes.

"You're right, but I'd like to know how you knew about me. How did you know I'd let you do anything."

"It doesn't matter how. I knew, and I know about your daughter, too. I'm going to fuck you and her too, and you're going to help me. Not only are you going to help me, but you're going to fuck her, too."

"No, I won't. You can't. She's only nineteen. She's still a baby. Besides, she's not like me."

"You can, you will, and we'll find out. She is just like you, and we'll all have a real good time together," he smiled confidently.

"Hey, you guys about done in there? Come on, you're missing the game. Erickson just threw a pass for sixty five yards, and Drewson fumbled it," her husband called.

"You see," He smiled at her and patted her on the ass. 

"Yeah, we're coming. Just have to put a few things away," he said as he zipped his fly shut, and reached inside the fridge for the beer and sandwiches she had made up earlier that day.

"Don't forget the pickles," she whispered with a secretive smile

Five minutes later, they sat comfortably with her husband in the living room, for all indications as if nothing had happened. All indications, that is except her slightly flushed face and a satisfied look in his eyes, the large hickey beginning to grow on his neck and the visibly damp stain on the back of her skirt that her husband hadn't noticed.

Janine



Janine...

Janine looked at me with those soft sultry eyes of hers, and immediately I felt love for her. She had become something special in my life and I adored her. We agreed age didn't' matter when it came to loving each other. What are numbers anyway? -numbers can never be a guide to when it is the right time to fall in love.

Our years were separated by fifteen but it just dint matter at all, despite the fact that Janine was being teased at work, for taking in a toy boy.

"I do believe they are jealous" she told me. "Just hearing what they say when we have our office break; I can tell that there are one or two of them who would really like to have the opportunity to spread their wings,. Especially Cora, who is always asking me how you are Alex, I keep telling her that like me, she is a divorcee and there is no harm at all in having a fling, and who knows that may just develop into a long standing relationship just like ours."

I loved to hear Janine's account after the day's gossip and felt good about being her so called toy boy.

When we are home alone in the evening, when she has had a hard day at the office I am more than content to be her pleasure. When she forever tells me just how good I am for her well-being, that I am like a tonic and she loves me so very much.

"It was just for the experience at first" Janine confessed. "I just needed the outlet to console me; I was and am still in the prime of my life at thirty five - and a woman, and especially a woman like me needs all those lovely things a man can offer. But it became more than that baby and I am so glad it did, and it is so very important to me that we can both enjoy being together and relish each other to the full, now come and sit close to me Alex, you know how good that feels?"

I certainly did, we'd enjoyed dinner which I cooked. I am a fully-fledged chef now at a local hotel and to cherish a new dish with Janine can be something really generating, because it's not just the fact that she enjoys my cooking, but is the way she relishes it, when she does all those very sexual things; indulging in the absolute joys of looking the way she does - toying and moving each fork full into her mouth, those beautiful brown eyes of her half closing, like they do when we are indulging in passionate sex, the lips and tongue showing her deep naughty thoughts; and in my mind - a stick of celery becomes part of me that she is gently caressing with tongue and mouth, and gently nibbling. I watch her enjoying and teasing me to the hilt and soon I feel the surge rise again.

She smiles provocatively, knowing quite well what she is doing to me,. I love the way she looks up at me with those wide open eyes which pierce my being; and I am whatever she wants me to be.

When, afterwards we perch on the black leather bound settee together and share coffee and an after eight mint, I soon feel the intent of all she has worked up in me. And then she is doing it again, the way she enjoys the mint; nibbling the sides and sucking out the mint cream - and then that peering glance once more as I feel myself melt into her kiss. and feel the taste of her deep loving kiss sink into my being when we share Janine's particular style of French kissing. And then I feel her fingers begin to touch and explore and it is wonderful.

I lay back and relax as she tells me to do and I feel the joy and thrill as I feel her fingers so very slowly unzip me as they circle my masculinity in a way which feels so very soothing and lovely, For a while she simply enjoys me there, caressing me as I swell beneath and it is nit so very long before I feel her touch me inside and over my briefs, the zip and buckle undone without my knowing.

I am in my element then as her touch moves under the seam of my briefs and gently cup my balls in a way only Janine can do. She kisses me some more, whispers she craves for me. I touch and feel her full breasts over her plum red bra and begin to undo the clip behind, as she starts to really get revved up and, teasing her nipples, just as gently and tantalizingly as she is doing to me below our joy is twofold.

"I love you,. I love you so much darling" Janine whispers and now I hear her deep sighs as she finds my almost full erection and sinks it deeply into her hungry mouth, weaving it through the aperture in my briefs as we both enjoy the absolute ecstasy of the moment.

The feeling of her sucking is heaven and it is sublime, to chill and enjoy all that sweet Janine likes to give and do with me, she knows how to let go and let her innermost fantasies free. I am the so lucky guy to receive the reward of all that as then she begins to lick and suck me everywhere like there is no tomorrow, and all I can think of is what is right now. My mind is being perverted by what Janine enjoys and I chant that I want the sweet feel of her deep fuck take me, that taste of her femininity and the sheer hunger for the feel of it; swamping my being as she crouches over me, downs my jeans and briefs until I am all there for her, set high and wanting in anticipation of her raw firm fuck as she gradually moved downwards away from my face, now dampened in her nectar -and down to me as I continue to tease and squeeze her erect nipples.

She screams then for my fuck and I feel the touch of her firm massage me there, she wiggles and comforts herself into the right position, and I feel her exploring fingers find my full balls once again and squeeze them, she enjoys just to let my cock find its own way into her, teasing and rubbing it against her warm femininity which feels so wonderfully inviting.

For a while she loves simply to enjoy the feel of us rub each other up that way, she moans and cries her passion for me, and every stimulating move creates a new surge within me ,and I know I am about to fuck her so hard and deep to release the long pent up passion within, that is just dying to erupt inside her until our passion is gratified, until we both relax exhausted and feel the numbness of that very deep fuck enhance our bodies. We simply just lay there and enjoy the wonderful aftermath of our love and what it produces.

"You are beautiful baby, there could never ever be another guy like you" and she pampers me again rubbing her hands across my chest.

We kiss some more and very soon she wants me again orally. She looks at me with those begging eyes and I submit.

"If I am not to much for you baby, my ex was done once he'd cum and often I was left in the lurch, but there's me thinking with a younger guy, my toy boy delight I could really enjoy a second round."

She didn't' need a reply, my reactions said it all, because I was growing in her busy mouth and my cock was pumping for more of what she was doing so wonderfully; the sucks, first shallow and then deep and the constant teasing of my p-hole soon created a brand new thriving erection for here pleasure; and once again I enjoyed just to let her have her pleasure of me. The feeling, the kneading and her long concentrated licks and kisses sent me into a frenzy and then she prompted me to open wide for her and she was right there, between my legs, discovering more about me and what she had not done before, I knew then this woman had no inhibitions and when I felt her fingers begin to rim me it was a sheer delight. No other girl had done that and it was delightfully tantalizing.

She reveled in the delights a guy and a girl can enjoy of each other and I knew I wanted her fuck again and again that day. She was amazing, her energy and never ending toying and playing was so great, she wanted my fuck from the back the fronts, sideways and she excelled with every one, her whole body shimmering with the thrust of each fuck, and then, as soon as we had reached another climax, she grasped my face and planted it between thighs her ripe wet thighs to let me enjoy her ripe fresh fucked hot pussy again which, of course, resulted in a new mutual wonderful gorgeous long sucking of each other until we both came again and sucked each other dry.

And then that final kiss when we were really knocked out, There could never ever be a more intimate kiss than to taste the love juice of that ecstatic deep fuck

Janine is everything - my real woman and I shall forever adore her and need her full package.



Janine



Janine is an athletic woman, 5' 4", with exquisite legs, a firm "bubble butt" derriere that danced beneath her short tennis skirt, full, firm breasts, shoulder length sandy blonde hair, a beautiful classic face, full sensual lips, wide mouth and a dazzling smile. She is also an excellent tennis player, which is how I met her. She was my opponent in a mixed doubles tournament. 

I was enchanted by her beauty and gorgeous body, which she showed off in a tight fitting white tennis outfit. Her partner was her ex husband who had remained friends with her after their divorce. I was impressed with her fearless play and scrambling ability. She is also one of those people you meet who is wonderfully likable, with a great sense of humor and an infectious laugh. 

She is a "touchy-feely" person, and had one of the sexiest voices I ever heard. I became very attracted to her. Her nipples seemed to be erect all the time and they were quite long and prominent. She seemed to be braless but her outfit must have had a shelf bra built in because she didn't jiggle very much for her cup size. She showed off her fetching ass to me numerous times while bending over to pick up balls. She was wearing a sheer pair of panties, which did little to cover her ass cheeks. I could see her pussy lips and her ass clearly each time she bent over. I was amazed that she was so blatant showing me her ass and pussy lips. My partner was perplexed too, and said, "I hope that she is showing off for you and not me." 

I flirted with her on every change over. I told her she was hot and turning me on. She just smiled at me. She was so sweet and gregarious, she won over my partner Liz, who is a married woman I had been playing with for several years. Liz is a knockout redhead with an incredible body. She is about 5'7", a very well proportioned woman with pale blue eyes, creamy complexion with very few freckles, large breasts, small waist, beautiful legs and an extraordinary ass. I had fantasized many times about what it would be like to see her naked and explore her gorgeous body. 

Liz told me that Janine was beautiful, and despite her blatant exhibitionism, was really fun to be around, "Yeah, she is. I am enjoying flirting with her," I said. " You know she wants you," Liz said. "Yes, I can see that! I find it quite thrilling that she likes me. She is exceptionally sexy. I would love to take that hot little outfit she is wearing off and do her right here on the court."

"Don't worry, she wants you to do just that and she's going to ask you to go out after the match," Liz said. "Really? How do you know that?" I said. "She told me. She also asked me if it was ok with me if she could ask you to be her tennis partner sometime," Liz said. 

" God, that's nice, I would love to go out with her." I said. " She is ready to ask you out. She is just waiting for the right moment. It would be nice if you asked her out first. You know, Bill, I wish had acted sooner on my instincts. I have thought many times I would like to be seduced by you," Liz said. 

"Oh Liz, why didn't you say so before?" I said. "Because I am married, and I didn't want to cause any problems with my marriage. I think that I made a mistake, however, because things are not well with my husband and I. There has been no sex for over 8 months now and I am sure my husband is screwing his secretary. He used to be somewhat jealous of my playing with you, and he checked up on us several times to see if we were fooling around. Now, he could care less what I do or who I am with." 

"My god Liz, I had no idea. You know that I like you and I think you are an incredible woman. I have thought many times what it would be like to take your clothes off and explore your ravishing body, but I never said anything about it. I never took it beyond just contemplation and fantasy." I said. 

"Well, I have thought about more than contemplation, but haven't acted on it, nor said anything till now. But I do want to fuck you one day soon. I guess I am a little jealous of Janine, though I have no right to be. I do like her and I am going to see if she wants to be friends. Anyway, lets talk about it later, they are waiting for us to resume playing." 

"Sure Liz, I would love to talk about this soon. I am happy that you would want me as your lover."

"Well, I do believe I want to find out what kind of a lover you are, and I am dying to kiss you. I am getting wet just thinking about this. Now, let's finish our match." 

Liz and I lost in a very close match, and our run in the tournament was done. After we finished, shook hands and were packing up to leave, I told Janine I would love to play with her as my partner sometime. She said she would love to, and gave me her phone number. "Beware of her temper! If she doesn't like how you are playing she can get pretty crusty," Janine's ex said. Janine laughed. "Yeah I do have a little temper but it doesn't last long. I love to smile and laugh too much! 

Janine asked if Liz and I wanted to go for drinks and some food. Janine's ex said," I am meeting friends at Kelly's. If you would like to join us, you are more than welcome."

"Well, maybe so, but you know I don't really like Kelly's because of the smoke," Janine said. At that, he picked his bag up and said, "I'll see you. Thanks for a really fun match," and he left. 

"I can't tonight but I would love to some other time. Maybe you and I could have lunch sometime, Janine. Maybe Mr. Bill here would join us," Liz said. "That would be great, I would love to get to know you both," Janine said. "I'm looking forward to getting to know you, Janine. I have discovered Liz and I have more in common than I originally thought. I would really like to buy you a drink and talk with you, Janine. You are an uncommonly interesting woman," I said. 


Janine said, "Well let's go down to the Riptide. It has great food, and a wonderful bartender, plus it is not super noisy nor is smoking allowed. I said, "That sounds good to me." I turned to Liz, hugged her and whispered in her ear, "You played really well tonight, we should have won. You are a great partner. I am interested in being your partner in much more than tennis." Liz whispered back, "I want to know all the details of what happens with you and Janine. I want some of what you give to her tonight. Call me." I told her I would call her tomorrow and we could meet at the club. 

I followed Janine to the Riptide and met her in the parking lot. She had thrown a sweatshirt on over her top and had let her hair down. She looked wonderful. I smiled at her and told her she looked wonderful with her hair down in her white outfit. " You have a beautiful face and body, Janine. I love to see you smile, too. She stepped up to me, put her arms around me, hugged me and whispered in my ear, "That's so nice to hear. I am glad you like me. I am really attracted to you. Thank you for coming with me." 

" I'm happy to meet a sweet woman and be captivated by her," I said. She put her hands behind my head and kissed me. Her lips were soft and sensuous and she chewed softly on my lower lip. I felt shock waves travel down my body straight to my cock and instantly I was hard. Her tongue leaped into my mouth and met my tongue in a wet greeting. I sucked it softly, then sent my tongue into her mouth exploring with the tip. She moaned and we began a sexual dance, rolling and rubbing against each other. She squeezed my thigh with her legs and pressed her belly against my cock. Lowering my hands to her buttocks, I pulled her tightly against me. 

I caressed her back and her firm ass. I pulled her tighter against me and slid my hands under her short little tennis skirt. I was surprised to discover her cheeks were bare. I broke our kiss and asked her what happened to her panties. She said, "I changed to a thong in the car because the panties I was wearing were soaked. I am so wet, I'm leaking. I was going to not wear any panties to surprise you in the restaurant, but I needed something to help stem the flow of my juices." 

I reached under her skirt and felt her pussy. She was wet, all right, and she gasped and pressed her pussy against my fingers. "This thong isn't doing much to stop you flowing," I said. I reached up higher, pulled down on the thong and slid it down her legs. I bent down and slid it down her legs and off, put it to my nose and smelled her sweet scent. "These are mine now. I am going to keep them to remember the night we met. Let your juices run down your legs. No one will notice except for me." She laughed, smiled and kissed me. "I feel so turned on now. Let's just go buy some champagne or wine and then go to my house and enjoy each other. I want you and I want to get out of this parking lot." 

"That suits me fine. Do you have anything to eat at your place? I haven't eaten dinner yet," I said. "Let's get some Chinese food. We can have that and the wine, and I will be your dessert." I laughed. "You will be quite delicious, I bet. I love how you kiss and how soft your lips are. I'm looking forward to desert as well."

"Ohh.... This is becoming exhilarating. Can you get the champagne and food, while I get home and prepare things?" she breathed. "Of course, I will be happy to do that."

"Good, let me give you directions to the places and to my house." 

I pulled into her drive after getting the food and wine, and she was waiting at the door for me. She helped me in with the bags. "Welcome to my home. I hope you can spend the night with me. I want to sleep with you and make you breakfast in the morning. Maybe tomorrow we can play some tennis."

"I am yours. I just have to run home later to let my dogs out and give them some food and water," I said. "Can I go with you? I would love to see your place and meet your pups," she said. "Sure, let's do it." 

While I had stopped for our food and wine, she had taken a shower and had changed into a short thin robe. Her nipples were hard and sticking through the fabric. She was obviously bare underneath the robe. She looked really hot and sexy. "I would love to take a shower," I said. "Let's eat first and then I will set you up in the shower. First, though, I have been waiting to kiss you properly." She leaned into me, her tits flattened against my chest. I felt her hard nipples against me for the first time. Her soft lips were nibbling mine. I opened my mouth wide and probed between her lips with my tongue. She responded immediately, moving out to meet me and coiling in swirls and circles around it. She pulled my head down, continuing the kiss even harder. Our mouths were wide open, lips spread against each other, soft and wetly working against each other. Janine was breathing faster and I felt her move sensuously next to me. 

I pushed my hand under her robe, lightly brushing her nipple with my fingertips. Taking her nipple between my fingers, I gently rubbed the hard little button and ran my fingers in a circle around it, tracing the rosy ring around it. Janine arched her back up against my hand and moaned in pleasure. Taking her whole breast in my palm, I kneaded and softly squeezed. Janine spoke muffled words, "Oh, God, Bill! That's so good!" I kissed each of her eyes, the tip of her nose, her ear lobes, and then her neck. Each was a wet kiss, with my tongue making little circles of wetness on her skin. I pulled her robe open, exposing her tits. My lips moved to them, sucking the little strawberry that topped each of them. Her nipples swelled, standing out and inviting my tongue. I licked around each of them, drawing a wet ring around the nipples. Using the full, broad side of my tongue, I licked both her breasts, moving from the base out to the nipple. Janine moaned in pleasure and arched her back to me each time I drew out a stroke of my tongue. "Oh, God, so good!" 

I returned to her mouth and kissed her lips again. I hugged her to me and ran my fingers through her hair. She sagged into me and said, "I am having trouble standing up." I laughed and said, "don't fall yet." I hugged her and swung her from side to side slowly, kissing her neck and chewing her ear lobe. I held her at arm length, smiled at her. "My, you are a sensitive, responsive woman. You make me so hot."

"Fuck me now!" She cried. 

"Not so fast, Janine. Let's stretch this out somewhat. I want you to come really hard for me. I will bet you are multi-orgasmic. I want you to enjoy our pleasure and lovemaking to the max."

"I need your cock in me. I want you badly, Bill," she wailed. "You shall have me, sweet woman, and I will have you."

"Oh, yes, Bill, I am yours. Fuck me, please."

"I will, Janine, I will. Stand here in front of me, please." When she had moved in front of me, I untied the sash of her robe and exposed her body. I inspected her from front to back. She was one of those women who looked positively great uncovered. Her body had few flaws and her shape was fetching. Her pussy was completely bare, with no stubble marks. I found out later that she used an Epilady appliance on it. It pulled the hair out! She said it didn't hurt that much and was a lot less pain than a wax job. Her ass was just perfect and while firm, had a very sexy jiggle to it. Her skin was smooth and taut, tanned just slightly. She had no tan lines visible anywhere. Her pink areolas were crinkled and her nipples were hard nubbins. 

She had a small tattoo of an ankh symbol on her abdomen just above her pussy. I remarked about that and I said, "are you fertile?"

"Yes, but the symbol means I am a sensual lover also."

"You are sensual, for sure, Janine. You certainly have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen. You are really wet, too. You have pussy juice running down your legs."

"Yes, Bill, I am wet. My pussy is ready for you to put that wonderful cock of yours in it."

"Well, sweet woman, it won't be long before it will. Since you are naked, why don't you undress me?"

"Umm, I think I will enjoy that," she said. 

I stood while she unfastened my belt and pants, kissing my chest and working her way down my stomach. As she knelt, her hands paused, gripping tightly against the fabric. She slid her thumbs around and in one slow, fluid motion slipped my pants and shorts to the floor. I watched as she blew cool breaths against the sensitive underside of my cock, making it jump at the sensation. I stepped out of my clothes, while she kissed my knees, licked my thighs, and caressed my ass. She was making me want her even more. She lifted her head and gently licked the very sensitive line running up between my balls with the very tip of her tongue. Her hand reached up, and held me straight as her tongue continued higher and higher, running the length of my shaft, to finally circle the head, making it grow and expand even more. 

She stood, lifted my shirt over my head, kissed and licked my chest and sucked my nipples. We embraced, kissing passionately as I slid my engorged cock between her thighs, feeling the heat and pulsing of her through it. Her breasts pressed against me and I could feel the heat from them against me, and the warmth of her against my rod felt like it would set us aflame. Our tongues danced and I felt us melting together, our hearts as intertwined as our tongues, our hands exploring each other. Time stopped. The universe around us ceased to exist. We were together, our passions about to become unleashed. 

She moved to the kitchen table, laid down, put her legs in the air, her knees bent, exposing her smooth labia, her hips pushing forward against me I stared at her magnificent pussy. "Take me. Take me now." I rocked my hips to move my aching cock between her wet lips. Her hips responded, moving to let me slide in. As I felt the head slip past and into her, my soft moan was lost in her mouth. We slowly inched together, savoring the touch of man against woman. Of man inside woman. She moved back suddenly, just as I thrust upward, neither of us able to contain desire, passion, or lust any longer. We met at the base of my cock and deep inside at the door to her womb. 

"Oooohhhhhh!" we both cried simultaneously. A slow parting, as we both now looked intently at each other, watching our eyes, feeling joined. We gained speed with each new stroke, our passions intensifying. I could feel her wet walls grip and surround my cock sliding inside her. Her cunt was a velvet vise that squeezed and massaged my cock. My hips made small, slow circles, swirling my cock into her with every stroke. I plunged my rock hard cock into her. My hands moved to her breasts, cupping them and squeezing them together. I leaned my head up, licking one nipple as I immersed myself in her. She grabbed my ass and pulled me to her. I held her by her shoulders and pushed her down into me. 

Her hips and mine moved in a primal rhythm. Her pussy pulled and sucked at my cock, trying to draw it deeper. My cock pulsed and throbbed, surging deep in her. Both of us were moaning with intense pleasure. "I want you to fill me!" she cried, "I want you to take me over the edge! I'm cumming! It's here! Come with me! Come WITH me!" She moaned and fell against me, her pussy contracting around my cock. She tensed and became stiff as a board, then screamed, "Cum baby cum! Shoot in me now!" I felt a swelling rush start upwards, making my cock distend and my balls ache. My arms pulled her to me, her lips met mine and we kissed in a blind lust, tongues pressed together, arms and legs wrapped around each other, sweat covering our bodies. "Hmmmmmm! Unnnngg!" I moaned into her mouth, as I came. Buried deep inside of her, my cock flooded sperm into her. I could feel her pussy grip me tightly as I came. She was spasming wildly, her pussy squeezing me tight, milking me. Her pussy contracting, I spurted another jet of semen into her, feeling the warm mingling of our juices. She squeezed. I shot more into her. Squeeze. Spurt. Squeeze. Gush. Squeeze. Spurt. 

As we slowly recovered, our mouths together, I licked her tongue with mine, bringing us both from what felt like a trance. Her tongue replied, caressing mine gently. Her tongue began to withdraw, and as she did, my cock gave a reflexive twitch, sending shock waves through her and back to me. She kissed and licked my face, chewed my lips, shot her tongue into my mouth, and we kissed passionately. As we calmed, we kept kissing with shorter kisses, each more tender than the one before it. 

Finally, she put her head on my shoulder, relaxing completely. I held her close, feeling the twitches of the aftershocks in her velvety softness. My cock was staying hard and twitching some on its own. She said, "Do you realize what we just shared?"

" Yes, sweet woman, I do. There was a time there where there was no time. Just us, together, about to share something wonderful." She said, I am 32 years old, and I have never had anything like that. Thank you."

"Oh, yes, it was exquisite, and thank you. I think we might be doing it again real soon. But we need to eat something first." 

"That's a good idea", she responded. "If you don't get soft soon, I am not going to let you out of me. Your cock fits me so well, and feels so good; I want to keep it inside me. You are just the right size for me. Not too large to make me sore and long enough to touch my cervix. It also won't make my jaw muscles sore and I think I can get you all the way down my throat. I want you to come in my mouth later. In fact, I want you to come in me, on me and with me again and again. I am so happy to meet such a wonderful man as you are. AND, you play tennis well. I am so looking forward to being your partner." 

"Umm, Janine, you are so sweet. You excite me and I want to share pleasure and orgasms with you. A woman like you is a treasure to be cherished. I want to eat that sweet pussy of yours soon. I could love you for hours. I seem to be growing soft, finally. So, lets have some wine and food and talk about our plans to have fun. 




Janine



"That sounds wonderful to me. Let me get some tissue to clean me up so I don't flood all over. I don't think I have ever had so much juice in me."

"Oh, Janine, let me do it. I will clean you up." I got a towel and cleaned her pussy gently and wiped her legs and thighs clean. I put her legs over my shoulders and leaned down to kiss her pussy. I spread her lips apart and licked gently. She gasped, "don't start anything you don't want to finish!"

"I wont, I just want to taste you." I licked her softly, ran my tongue up her slit and sucked her clit gently. "OHHHHHH," she shouted. "That's good!" You have a wonderful cunt, Janine."

"I don't like to call it that, she said. It makes me feel weird to hear that," she moaned. " Well, sweetie, it is a pussy, a cunt, a twat, a vagina. And it is sweet, in all those connotations," I said. "Well, it feels wonderful at the moment. It is happy and I am happy. I think it will always be glad to see you!" 

After we cleaned each other and the table, we sat naked, ate and shared the wine. We talked about how we seemed to be in touch with each other's needs. We found many things we had in common. That strange, indescribable feeling of familiarity, yet not. Maybe d‚j… vu...Maybe not. 

Then we decided to take a shower together and get freshened up. We played and teased each other in the shower, several times coming close to having sex under the water. We decided that we wanted to eat each other comfortably on the bed. After the shower and drying off, we were lying together, talking and exploring each other. We were kissing and caressing each other all over. I noticed the familiar moisture flowing from Janine's pussy and I was getting hard because her hand had hardly left my cock. "I want to suck your cock now. Do you think you have some semen left for me to taste?"

"I don't know, Janine, you will just have to find out." 

Turning to my cock, she planted a warm, wet, kiss right on the head, letting her tongue run around the smooth surface and collecting the shiny dab of pre-come which had collected at the tip. She let the head of my cock slide between her lips and worked her tongue into the hole. She grasped and stroked my shaft with one hand while her other softly caressed my balls. Lifting her mouth off my cockhead for a moment, she adjusted her position so that she was kneeling between my legs. Then, grasping the base of my cock just below my balls firmly in her right hand, she pointed the shaft straight up at her mouth and began one of the most fantastic blowjobs I have ever received. I moaned loudly as I felt her warm, wet, mouth slide back over the head of my cock. She stopped there for a moment, scrubbing the smooth surface with her tongue, allowing saliva to accumulate until it was escaping her lips and running down the length of my shaft. Using her spit as a lubricant, she began to take more and more of my cock in her mouth, working it in with short but slow strokes. 

I watched; fascinated, suffused with pleasure as more and more of my shaft disappeared. Soon, I felt the head of my dick touch the soft flesh at the back of her mouth and I saw her change the angle of her head and neck slightly. I guessed what was coming next, but it still didn't prepare me for the sensation I was about to experience. I had always wondered how it would feel to have a woman swallow my cock to the root. I was swiftly finding out. She didn't pause once descending over my cock. I felt the head of my shaft pass the back of her mouth and slide, without effort, into her throat. It was fairly obvious she had practiced this move before. I could see the outline of my cock as it entered her neck. Soon, her face was pressed against my pubic bone and she held it there, her tongue, lips, and throat muscles working together to cause shock waves of pleasure to race through my nervous system. Needing to breathe, she slowly slid back up the shaft until the head popped out of her mouth, a thick string of saliva connecting it to her glistening lips. She looked up at me with a sensuous smile on her face; "Did you like that?" 

Not waiting for any reply, she put the head of my cock to her mouth and swallowed my entire length in one, long, smooth, stroke. She was in no hurry about it; her strokes were each alike. Long smooth descent, pause at the bottom while her throat muscles worked the head and shaft of my cock, long, slow ride back to the top until only the head of my throbbing member was in her mouth. She would lick and suck on the head then repeat her rhythm. I don't know how I stood it for as long as I did and I was moaning, almost howling in pleasure. It went on for some time before I felt the pressure in my balls building up to the exploding point. She sensed this too, because she suddenly pulled her mouth off my cock and sat up on the bed, her hands still holding and stroking my shaft, shiny with her spit. "I want you to come in my throat and in my mouth, Bill. I want you to fuck my face." 

Once again she did not wait for my response, but quickly moved to the edge of the bed and lay down with her head off the edge. It took a moment for the import of her actions to get through the lust fogging my brain, but I figured it out and got off the bed, moving to stand with my cock suspended in front her face. She grasped my shaft with both hands and pulled it to her mouth, which opened wide to accommodate my cock. She had formed a straight tube out of her mouth and throat. Janine reached her arms around my hips and pulled me in all the way without hesitation; my balls resting lightly against her nose as I penetrated her to the base of my cock. Her face was buried in my crotch and she pressed her lips hard against me, her throat and tongue working me over all the while. She moved her head from side to side and wet, sloppy sounds were coming from the junction of our bodies. 

I didn't know how she was able to hold me in her throat so long without breathing. It seemed like an eternity before she pushed me back, revealing the shiny shaft of my cock as it emerged little by little from her mouth. She grasped it by the base as she removed it completely. She looked up at me with a smile, once more. "Now, Bill. When I take you in this time, stroke your cock in and out of my throat just like you would if you were fucking my pussy. I'm going to be playing with my clit and we'll both come. I can usually reach my orgasm right about the time you shoot in me. Don't worry about how I'm doing, just concentrate on shooting your load in my throat, ok?" Without waiting for a response from me, she pulled my twitching cock back into her waiting, wet mouth and swallowed it once more. True to her word, I noted that one of her hands had buried itself in her crotch, her fingers working her pussy in time to the gentle stroking I was giving her mouth. 

I took her head in my hands and started a slow, in and out fucking motion, enjoying the sensation of having my entire length engulfed on each pass in and out of her sexy mouth. I began to stroke faster. Now she was groaning, as was I, and her groans caused vibrations to move up and down my cock, adding to the exquisite feel of her mouth and throat. Saliva was running from both corners of her mouth and dripping down her face, leaving a shiny trail. I felt my balls start to tighten and I knew that my orgasm was close at hand. Even though I had cum not too long ago, I knew that this was going to be a real blast when it came. She sensed my closeness to climax as well and she did something else. Using the ample lubricant provided by the provided saliva leaking from her tightly stretched lips, she thoroughly coated the index finger of her hand and proceeded to push that finger past the sphincter of my ass, gradually working it inside me until she found what she was seeking. 

My pleasure had increased as I felt her slide that wet finger into my ass and I have no idea how I stayed in control until she found the pleasure button inside my ass. At the first pressure of her finger on my prostate, I screamed, heaved my cock deep into her throat and began to come; great spurts of hot, thick sperm gushing down her throat. I could see her throat muscles working to swallow it. She pushed me back to breathe as her mouth continued to work me over. She was coming too; her left hand a blur as she stroked her clit. She had pulled her finger from my ass and was using her right hand to stroke more sperm from my cock as her mouth continued to receive my squirting seed. As our orgasms began to subside, I slid my still erect cock into her throat one last time, letting her swallowing action milk the last drops of semen from my cock. Her mouth and throat still contracting, I gushed another surge into her, feeling the warm wetness as she sucked me gently. She squeezed. I spurted. She swallowed me. 

"That was incredible, Janine," was all I could manage as my cock slipped from her mouth. I flopped back on the bed, temporarily spent by my powerful climax. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," she said as she wiped up my cum from her face and neck, licked her fingers and crawled up to join me. "I loved feeling you cum and your semen is so hot. Your cock is really wonderful and just right for me. Do you want to fuck me, or did I wear you out?" I recognized a playful, teasing tone in her voice and responded in kind. 

I spread her legs as far as they would go; pushing her knees back a little, and placed myself between them. Her beautiful bare cunt lay exposed to me, shimmering with her wet juice. I leaned forward, planted a light kiss right at the top of her bare mons. Then moving down, I bypassed the seat of her pleasure and began to lightly kiss and lick the insides of her thighs. I nibbled her tattoo, switching from one side to the other, bathing my senses in the silken feel of her skin, the taste of her juices trickling down her thighs, the odor of her musk and the sexual excitement emanating from her damp pussy. Placing my hands under her ass, I gently lifted her bottom off the bed, flipped her over and kissed both firm cheeks, occasionally nipping them lightly with my teeth. She was trembling with excitement and I sensed a little frustration. I continued to tease her ass cheeks and caressed her crack and the rosebud. It crinkled and pulsed with her excitement. 

"C'mon Bill," she moaned, "don't tease me like that."

"Like what?"

"You know what I want ... please."

"No I don't. Tell me what it is that you want. Be specific. I want to hear you say it." She was breathing hard and her hips were undulating slightly as she and turned over and sought to press her pussy into my face. I kissed and nipped the area all around her now superheated labia without contacting it directly. "Lick me," she moaned. I licked the inside of her thigh. "Nooooo ... lick my.... Lick ... lick my..."

"Lick your what Janine?"

"Lick my ... pussy," she gasped. "Lick your pussy? I said. "Yesssss! Lick my pussy; stick your tongue in my cunt! Make me cum! Do me, Bill!" 

I immediately moved my mouth over her gash, which streamed a steady trickle of her feminine lubricant down her ass crack from the base of her pussy, leaving a shiny trail across her tight rosebud. The strong, musky flavor of her sex was like a narcotic for me and I began to slowly massage her labia with my tongue, working first one side and then the other. Janine liked this very much, which she showed me by pushing her hips up off the bed to increase the pressure of my tongue on her. I continued the tongue massage for a few minutes and then switched tactics, taking as much of one of her thick outer pussy lips into my mouth as possible and then sucking on it. Her thick bare lips were incredibly sensitive and responsive. Taking them between my lips also caused me to come into contact with the super sensitive inner surface of her folds with my lips and tongue which I worked vigorously back and forth as I sucked. Janine began to make mewling, whining sounds from deep in the back of her throat. I thought she was going to come right then and I hadn't even gotten to her clit yet. 

Janine's eyes were shut tight and she had grabbed two handfuls of bedspread. Her hips were in almost constant motion now, making it a real challenge for me to stay with her. Her breathing was ragged between clenched teeth as her orgasm approached. I was still working her outer lips one at a time, sucking them into my mouth, pulling them away from her crotch, causing her to lift her hips off the bed to stay with me, working them with my tongue. Meanwhile, I was also using the index finger of my right hand to caress the outer edges of her labia, very carefully avoiding her clit. A small puddle of her juices and my saliva was forming on the bed beneath her ass. I was wallowing in the taste and smell of feminine flesh. She was squealing and moaning in pleasure now, her head moving from side to side on the pillow. In between squeals she was telling me how good it felt and how close she was to cumming. Reaching down, she grabbed her legs behind the knees and pulled them up and out, spreading herself as wide as she could to give me the best possible access. 

I probed my fingers seeking her g-spot and began to work it in time to my tongue on her clit. I maneuvered a finger from my other hand to the entrance to her ass, using lubricant supplied by the steady stream flowing from her cunt; I pushed it inside her hole. It seemed as if I had pushed my finger into a light socket as far as she was concerned. When my fingertip broke the plane of her anal ring she exploded into orgasm. She screamed and quickly put a pillow over her face so her neighbors wouldn't hear. Her hips were thrashing around, up and down, her hands holding the pillow tightly to her face, muffling the continuous screaming produced by the rapid fire climaxes she was experiencing. 

I knew it was time to back off a little and let her come down, still maintaining contact, but avoiding direct contact with her clit for the moment, noting that though it had retracted back into its folds of skin, it was still firm and erect underneath its protective covering. Her body was still undulating, though not with the force of a few moments ago. Her hands were caressing my head, her fingers running through my hair. She apparently thought I was done. She was wrong. I looked up at her and discovered that she was looking down at me from between her firm breasts, a dreamy smile of sexual satisfaction on her face. 

"Wow, Bill! That was the most incredible thing I've ever experienced."

" Thank you. Now lay back and relax. I'm not done yet."

"Not done? God, I've come six times already. You mean there's more?"

"Yes, there is. I enjoy going down on a woman, particularly a woman who is as responsive and tastes as good as you." 

Without waiting for a response, I began once again to massage her outer pussy lips with my mouth, but this time, I added something new. Using the index and middle fingers of my right hand, I probed the depths of her vagina, pressing upward, searching for what I knew would be there; the little knot of flesh buried beneath her vaginal roof. I was sure that she had never been given a g-spot orgasm before, and I wanted to show her what that experience was like. 

Finding her g-spot, I began massaging it with my fingertips, pressing firmly into the knot of flesh. Meanwhile, I was using my tongue to caress the area along either side of her clitoral ridge, thus stimulating her in two powerful ways at once. "Oh, God ... that's good. What are you doing ... I've never felt anything like this ... Oh yeah.... Finger fuck me ... lick my clit ... make me come..." Janine began moaning and mumbling as I once again pushed her towards orgasm. 

Continuing the finger action inside, I began to lick as much of her pussy as I could reach outside. Within moments, she was at the edge of a mind shattering g-spot orgasm. I suddenly felt the inside of her pussy clamp down hard on my finger and pussy juice sprayed into my waiting mouth. I clamped my mouth over the opening and continued to work her g-spot, milking her of her come. Spurt after spurt of the fluid streamed into my mouth. Working her pussy until I had drained her, I slowly removed my fingers from her still weakly clenching vagina and licked off her lubricant which had accumulated on them. Giving her pussy a last, lingering, sucking kiss, I moved from between her legs to lie beside her panting form on the bed. I placed my hand over her pubic mound and gently massaged the entire area. 

Catching her breath, she moaned and said, "For just a moment I thought I was pissing into your mouth, but I was too far gone to care. I didn't piss on you, did I?" I laughed. "No, you didn't piss on me. You came. You ejaculated, to use the clinical term. Rare is the woman who does that. You can have a g-spot orgasm without squirting, but you sent a spurt in my mouth. I love it that you do it, it is awesome, tastes just wonderful and I just can't get enough." She rolled onto her side facing me and began to lick my face, finishing with a long, deep kiss. "MMMM, you are a most wonderful lover. I am so excited that we have connected and we have so much pleasure to experience and to give each other." 

After a few minutes, I disengaged from Janine and went into the bathroom. She followed me in and was talking to me about how good she felt. I told her I felt pretty wonderful. I was just about to pee, when she asked, "Could I hold you when you go?"

"Sure, that would be different." She reached around me from behind pressing against me. I felt her warm body and hard nipples against my back. She grasped my dick and pointed it towards the toilet bowl and I let go. She said "Wow, I've never done this with any man. This is neat. Thank you for letting me do this."

" It's too bad I can't do the same for you. It would be difficult for me to hold you while you pee."

"That's true, but you are welcome to watch me anytime. You can always talk to me or feel me and even better, kiss me."

"You are a hot wonderful woman, Janine. Do you want to sleep with me tonight?"

"Oh yes, most definitely. I want to make you breakfast in the morning and make love to you again." 

"Let's go to my house then, feed my pups, and we can sleep there, then play tennis after breakfast," I said. "Ohhh, yeah I want to see where you hang out. I want to leave a big wet spot on your sheets! Then I want to feed you breakfast in the morning, fuck and suck you, and then beat you on the tennis court," she said. " I'm going to make sure you have more orgasms with me. I don't know if you will beat me on the court, though." 

I asked her to get her clothes for her stay with me and what she wore over to my place. " I want to dress you now and then undress you at my house," I said. She picked out a pair of shorts, a nice top, and her undies and tucked them into a bag with her toiletries. I looked through her lingerie, picked out a sheer pink thong; a black spandex miniskirt and a matching black low cut top with thin straps. I placed her in front of her mirror, and slid the thong up her legs, kissing her bare pussy before adjusting the thong in place. "OOHH, this is so hot, Bill. You are thrilling me. You just don't know what this is doing to me."

" I hope I am giving you some of the joy you have given me," I said. She tilted her head back and moaned, rolling her hips towards my mouth. I picked up the miniskirt, slid the zipper down, picked her feet up and slid it up her legs. It was kind of tight and she had to wiggle somewhat with me pulling up on the skirt to get it over her hips. After closing the zipper, I stepped back to admire her. "I need to brush your hair before we leave."

"You can do anything you want to me. I am yours. You can do me anyway you want."

"Hmmm, Janine, I can think of many things to do to you."




Janine



" What do you have in mind?" she said. 

I will talk to you later tonight about my ideas. But, I think we should cover up those pretty tits of yours right now." I took the halter top, put it around her neck, adjusted the straps, and placed it over and around her breasts. I could not resist kissing and sucking on both her hard nipples. "You have exquisite tits, Janine. Your nipples stick out so nice. I love sucking them." Ohh, Bill, suck them now. I love it when you suck and kiss them. You can bite them, too, but not too hard." I leaned over and bit down lightly on her nipple while pinching and rolling the other. Then I increased the pressure somewhat. Janine shrieked and cried out, "Aiiieee! That's it!" She tensed her body and exploded in a squirming orgasm. "Oh my God, Bill! I am cumming and cumming." 

I reached under her miniskirt and felt her pussy. She had soaked her thong and her feminine juice was running down her legs. "Well, Janine. You are going to have to change panties. I think that we will just take these off and not have you wear any tonight." I pulled her thong down and off her legs and helped her step out of them. I got a towel from her bath and wiped the juices from her legs and cleaned her pussy. Then I closed her top in such a way that displayed her cleavage well. I made sure it was easy to remove and expose her quickly. 

I put her in front of the mirror, checked her front, then turned her around, inspected her back and told her she looked wonderful. I brushed her hair out and picked a lipstick for her. I applied her lipstick for her, then we finished packing her bag. We closed her house, locked the doors and went to the car. I held the car door for her, and admired her shapely legs and thighs as she sat in the passenger seat. I had no sooner got in and started the car than Janine was all over me. She was stroking my cock, telling me how much she wanted to suck it and stick it in her pussy. " Why don't you take it out and play with it, Janine?" She pulled it out of my pants and stroked it in her hands. "I can feel you swelling in my hand. I am really ready for you to slide this beautiful cock inside me and make me shiver with pleasure. I want you to fuck me and good. I reached over to her, kissed her soft lips, and slipped my finger into her pussy. She was flowing juices and my finger slipped into her easily. "AAAAhhhhh, Bill. That's so nice. Fuck me with your finger."

"Take your top off, Janine. Let's see those pretty tits. Let them swing free all the way to my house." Oh, God.....This is so hot, Bill. I want to fuck you so much. I am your slut tonight." I reached over and grabbed the hem of her skirt. "Raise your hips, Janine. I'm going to pull your skirt up. We are going to drive with your tits and pussy naked. I want you to play with my cock and keep me hard. Suck me now." 

She leaned down and slid my cock into her throat and began bobbing up and down slowly. I had to make her stop sucking because she was getting me close to orgasm and I didn't want to cum yet. I had her sit up, pinch her nipples and finger herself. " If you make yourself cum I will eat your pussy when we get to my house," I said. "Umm," she moaned. That will be easy for me. I am so hot, it won't be long. Thirty seconds later she was screaming and thrusting her hips, caught in the throes of her cum. 

We arrived at my house. I parked in my garage and triggered the remote to close the garage door. I leaned over, kissed Janine deeply, and whispered in her ear, " Welcome to my house." I put her top back around her swelling breasts, had her raise her hips again and slid her skirt down her thighs. I went around and opened the door for her, holding her hand to help her exit. There was a prominent wet spot where she had sat. "Oh, Janine! You have leaked pussy juice all over my car seat. I guess I will never wash it," I laughed. She smiled weakly. "I can't stop flowing. I am in another dimension. I am so hot for you. I need your cock in my pussy. I want you to fuck me soon." 

She was unsteady on her feet and I helped her walk into my house, introduced her to my dogs, who promptly fell in love with her. I sat her down at my kitchen table and fixed a couple of drinks for us. "Would you like to go outside with the pups while I make us drinks?" I said. "Sure, I will take them out and look at your yard." 

Janine came back inside, walked over to where I was sitting and gently settled onto my lap. She swung her legs over the arm of the chair, so that she was lying across me. She smiled and leaned against me, and we both sipped on our drinks. As she leaned against me her skirt shifted delightfully. It drifted upward, showing her lovely legs. I reached down and pulled it up. She shifted slightly, and I tugged it to her waist, exposing her pretty pussy. Janine drained her drink and set the glass on the floor behind her. Leaning into me, she wrapped one hand behind my neck, while the other unbuttoned my shirt. She lifted her head to my neck, and began licking and nibbling. She moaned and a shudder went through her hot and compliant body. 

I removed her top, exposing her tits and began to massage her nipples, alternating, first one, then the other. Their hard points wiggled as my fingers flicked over them. Janine's chest flushed, and her breathing became more rapid. "Janine, you have the sexiest nipples. When you are aroused, they grow over half an inch."

"They are very sensitive and I love it when you suck and bite them," she said. 

She shifted forward on my lap, and her dexterous fingers soon had my cock surging out, stiff and hard, spasming and twitching. She wrapped her hands around the shaft and pulled and stroked it lovingly. It felt wonderful. She pulled herself up on my torso, spreading her legs apart, and positioning the head of my cock at the entrance of her pussy. She slid down on it till it was all the way in. It was like slipping on a small, wet, hot comfortable glove. We both moaned feeling the pleasurable sensations. Every inch of my cock could feel her around me; every fold and crevice opened to me. My hands worked on her exposed body. My fingers were on her lovely tits; her fingers were caressing her clit and my cock. I could feel her fingernails scratching the underside of my cock, where it was exposed under her. . I watched, fascinated, she slid her pussy up and down my shaft, her inner lips relaxing and contracting around me, twitching and spasming, eating my cock. 

Janine began to moan loudly, telling me how good it felt, how close she was to cumming. Her ass was squirming all over my buried cock. Her tits wiggled and jiggled in front of my face. I captured one of her nipples in my mouth and began sucking it. "Ohh FUUUCCCK, I'm cumming! Bite it! Suck it! AAAAAGGGGGHHHH, YEESSSSSSS! I'm THERE! OOOOOhhh, fuck me hard, sweetheart, shoot your hot cum up in me! IIIIIMMMMMM CCCUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!!" Her body tensed all over, her cunt clenched tightly around my engulfed dick and I felt her juice run out of her cunt onto my balls and down my thighs. My orgasm swept over me. Pulling her thighs rigidly against me, I rammed into her, spewing hot semen deep into her. She moaned her pleasure and kissed me hotly with her soft lips. "God, Bill that was so wonderful! I love your cock in me. You are an awesome lover. You fuck me and make me cum better than anyone."

"Janine, I love fucking you too. You have the most awesome pussy. I love how it clenches and spasms on my cock and it has other nice assets as well." I was still hard in her, feeling my cock leaking sperm out of the tip. 

"It tastes wonderful, and it squirts when you cum. It is also one of the prettiest I have ever seen. It is so bare and clean, and your lips are so well shaped. It is nice that you keep it bare and smooth. You certainly are a beautiful sexy woman. Pretty good tennis player, too." 

I started to pull out of her, but she grabbed my hips and pressed me to her. " Ohh, stay in me, please! I love your cock inside me. It feels so hot." I pushed into her, as far as my cock would go. Her pussy clenched and grasped, milking my cock. She was whispering in my ear, licking my neck and sticking her tongue in my ear. "I love your cock, nice and long. It's fucking me, Bill. It's deep in me. Any longer and it would be in my womb. Fuck me...do it baby, fuck me now! Do it to my pussy!" 

Janine sucked in her abdomen and pressed her hands hard against me in her tummy. It felt wonderful, so different. Amazingly, I felt my orgasm surging over my body. "Ahh Janine, I am cumming! Ohh Fuck! This is so good! Press your hands hard on me! I pumped cum deep in her, spasming in her grasping pussy. Janine screamed and her peak overcame her. I felt her juice stream out onto me. "Ohh Fuucccckkk Bill! This is awesome." We held each other, breathing heavily, coming down and enjoying the aftershocks of great sex. "OmyOmyOmyGod, I love it when you shoot cum into me. I can feel your dick swell and throb and I can feel it pulsing, pumping your sperm in me. It makes me feel so hot. I want to be your slut and fuck you and suck you, Bill. I want to love you."

"Mmm, Janine, anytime, hot woman, anytime." 

I got up and got a towel to clean her off. "I really need a shower," she said. "Why don't you just jump in then while I get things ready for bed and I will join you?"

"Ok," she smiled. "That sounds good to me." She walked off to the bathroom with me admiring her beautiful ass, her cheeks swaying and jiggling sexily. She turned at the door, smiled at me; "I can feel your eyes on my ass. I love it that you like me. Come in the shower with me so I can clean you and feel your hot body." 

I prepared the bed for us, lit some candles and poured some wine to drink. I got a couple bottles of cold water for us, too. I went to the bathroom, opened the shower door and got under the water with Janine. She hugged me tightly and began to wash me all over. We shared a pleasurable shower, and took turns drying each other off. I led her over to the bed, and laid her down before me. I smiled at her, admiring her fabulous feminine form. She was indeed a beautiful woman. 

I kissed her deeply, caressing her face, moving to her arms and chest. I moved down, planting tender kisses on her swelling breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between my fingertips, sucking her nips into my mouth and gently chewing them. She was mewling and wiggling under my attentions. "OOO Bill, are you ready so soon for more? You are making me hot and crazy with your tongue."

"Shh, just hush and enjoy, don't talk," I said. I turned her over onto her stomach, put a pillow under her tummy, raising her hips into the air. I caressed her ass and thighs lightly with my fingertips, eliciting moans from her. She began wriggling and undulating her hips. I began kissing her cheeks with little kisses and nips moving to her thighs. I spread her cheeks and kissed between them. "AaaGGHH, Bill! This is so intense, so hot! I licked around her rosebud, then rimmed it with the tip of my tongue. She screamed so loud I knew my neighbors could hear. I licked my finger and inserted it slowly and lightly into her ass. She slid back on it driving it into her. "OOOHHHHHHH GGGGOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDD. I'M ON FIRE! I want you to shove your cock in my ass and fuck me! DDOOOO ITTTTT NNNNNOOOOOOOWWWWWWW! Oh, please fuck me, fuckme, fuckme. Fuckme." 

I reached into my nightstand and got my lube container. I had Janine take her hands and draw her raised asscheeks apart. The inner pink of her anus appeared, pulsing and throbbing. I poured a copious amount of lubricant to her rosebud and worked it in her ass with my finger. I shoved first one finger in and out then two, then three. All the while Janine was deep breathing and moaning steadily, still holding her cheeks apart. I covered the small, round opening with the tip of my cock. Pushing gently, the tip entered her sphincter. She slid back onto me, driving my dick to the hilt in her ass. I was amazed as I watched my cock disappear in her torrid ass. She gasped and yelled, "God, it's all the way in me. I feel you deep in me. I am so full. Fuck me now, I want to feel you cum in my ass." 

Her hands fell from her white ass, one slipping under her pussy, and the other she put under her face. She caressed her sensitive pussy with her fingertips and moaned, " All yours, Bill. Fuck me as hard as you want. Fuck my ass, Bill." I bent down and kissed the back of her neck. She twisted her head and our lips met in a hot, wet kiss. Then I leaned back, let her get comfortable, basking in the warmth of her ass. She moved her buttocks in a slow circular pattern, and my cock ensconced in her ass, a prisoner inside her, followed obediently. Somewhere along the line I started to piston my dick in her ass, watching as my slick cock withdrew from her tight hole, then sliding back in. Her anal ring pulsed and seemed to try to keep me from leaving. It hugged my shaft tightly and the sensations were majestic. The dual cadence of our syncopated rhythm sent me to a high that no words could describe. The sweet fervency of fucking this luscious woman was a sensational banquet. 

I settled into a steady rhythm of fucking, and she used her hand to caress my balls as I slid in and out of her. "OOHHHH, Bill." She whimpered. "Do it. Fuck me. Slam your cock in me. Now, Bill, now" I felt her starting to climax. She screamed and hunched her ass on me with a lustiness that totally enthralled me. I watched Janine twist and squirm in her fantastic release, wondering if she would ever stop coming. "OHHHHH, OHHHHHH, OOOHHHHH, YESSS, YESS, YES. I'M CUMMINGGGGUUUUGGGGHHHHH, YESS!!!! AAAAHHH, YESSS, CUMMMMING!! SOOO FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKING GOOOOODDD!!" 

I was feeling hot tingles flooding me. I reached under her and squeezed her tits and nipples lovingly. "OHH Bill! Fuck my tits and cum on them!" She spun around and laid down pulling my cock to her. I slid my throbbing dick into her cleavage and began stroking. Janine smiled erotically at me and trapped my cock between her luscious tits. "Cum for me, baby! Shoot your hot load for me! I threw my head back and roared from deep in my throat.... An animalistic roar. I shot a jet of sperm across her face and neck. I yelled again and again as each jet of cum shot from my pulsing cockhead and over her face, lips, neck and tits. It dripped down her chin and ran into the valley between her tits. As my spent cock started to drop and the flow of cum slowed, Janine leaned forward and sucked gently on the head. She scooped up all the cum on her face and chest and licked her fingers. "Ummm, Bill, I love your semen. You came so hot and you had lots of force behind it. I love watching your cock pulse and shoot cum on me." 

I was totally drained. With the last of my strength, I slid over Janine and lurched onto the bed. I dragged her with me and rolled her on her side and I collapsed behind her. I sighed heavily, and lay limp against her body, which was just as spent. 

"Did you like that?" she asked with a sleepy grin on her face. "I think it shows all over my body how much I liked it, Janine."

"I just like to hear you say it," she smiled. 

"I like fucking you, Janine. You are a marvelous lover."

"You won't be sorry you met me and gave me all those wonderful orgasms, Bill. Not by a long shot. For such a man as you, I am available anytime. I really want to explore more of sexuality and my body. And I want to taste more of your cum," she said. "That's wonderful, Janine. It will be great to experience more of each other. I love how you suck my cock and your pussy is so hot and delightful." 

"Let's clean up, get some sleep and play some tennis in the morning,' Janine said. "I think that is a wonderful idea. Let's do it," I said. We curled together, serene and molded to each other. 



Janine



Some say that time heals all wounds, but that is a lie. It was just over a year ago that a drunk driver crossed the center line and took my wife, Anne from me. Since then I had fallen into a deep depression that time, the supposedly great healer, would not or could not release me from. I existed, but was untethered from my humanity. I felt no joy in life; no love or humor, not even hate. I was nothing but a pale, emotionless shade just going through the motions of life without really living.

My daughter Janine knew of this and saw the changes that occurred in me, and saw what I was becoming. Maybe if I had realized what I was doing to her I might have climbed out of the pit I had fallen into sooner, but I was too steeped in my own ruin to have noticed her own suffering. And suffer she did; not just from the loss of her mother, nor from my self-imposed exile from life, but deep down she must have known that she was the only bulwark that stood between me and my own demise. That fact would have been a terrible burden for anyone to carry, let alone someone so young, and it must have caused her insurmountable anguish.

So it was that I found myself on the station platform waiting for her train. It was Janine's Winter break from college, and she would be living back at home for the next couple weeks. For the first time in recent memory I felt genuinely happy, and was filled with anticipation of her arrival. The last time I had seen her was right after the funeral, when subsequently she spent the next year away from me, and getting most of her college prerequisites out of the way. I suspect that part of the reason for her long stay away from home was due to my ever worsening depression. The last thing anyone wants to do when they are sad themselves is be around depressing and depressed people, so I imagine that Janine voluntarily remained at college.

When I saw her again I marveled at how much see looked like her mother, and except for her hair color, which was darker, and the broad nose that she inherited from me, Janine could almost have passed for her sister in younger days.

Our conversation on the ride home was amiable, but more reserved than I had ever known. It was mostly confined to small talk. She commented on how thin I looked, and asked if I had been eating at all. A morsel here and there I said. I was not very hungry lately. I asked if she made any new friends, or developed any new romances. She said she was too busy with school to have too much of a social life. It seemed that for the passed year both of us were resigned, or almost content, to live our lives in relative isolation from the busy world that surrounded us.

It wasn't until I got her home that Janine's demeanor changed, and I began to fully realize how much pain she bore. The tears began to flow almost immediately when she walked into the kitchen, that area of the house, I suspect, she most equated with her mother. She stood for a moment looking about her as large drops of moisture welded up around her eyes, and as she turned toward me all she could muster to say was, 'I miss her so.' I clutched her hard as great sobs of anguish flowed out of her, dampening my shirt. I listened to the totality of all the pain and misery she bore for a year spill out of my child, and I felt shame and grief. The grief came from the knowledge that as with me, a part of my daughter must also have died at the loss of her mother, and shame that I allowed her to suffer so, alone and in silence. I tried to remain composed long enough to ask her for forgiveness for my selfishness and apathy before succumbing to my own sorrow. We held each other and wept, for how long I do not remember.

In subsequent days we both eased back into a normal existence. Janine cooked diner for us, and assumed other household duties, which brought much needed life back into the home. I continually asked her about school and classes, giving her advice and instruction on science and mathematics, two subjects that she was deficient. Mostly we talked about Anne, no longer with melancholy, but in a fun-loving and humorous way. Each of us trading stories about her little quirks and foibles that made us love her. It was in one of these conversations that Janine asked me what I missed most about her mom. I didn't think much about Janine's question, or my answer at the time, but both would irrevocably change our lives. I told her that I missed sleeping and waking up beside her the most. Anne was always a terrible bed-hog, an idiosyncrasy that I did not like at the time, but now realize as an endearing quality. It always made for sleepless nights having to constantly, and unsuccessfully, push her back to her side of the bed. However, even with all my efforts I would still wake up nearly falling off the edge of the bed as Anne had absconded with the majority of the room. Now that she was gone I missed our somnambulant fights for territory, because their absence made me feel more alone.

It was Friday night and Janine had been home for almost a week. I decided to take us both to a good restaurant as a sort of celebration. It was a wonderful time. The food and conversation were excellent, and our frivolity augmented by a nice bottle of wine I had ordered. Janine was not quite at legal drinking age, but I figured, and correctly so, that no one would check her identification. I felt that she deserved to share a glass or two with her old man.

Throughout the meal she continually asked why I hadn't dated anyone as yet. I finally told her that I had dated a couple of nice women, but that I was always trying to find her mother in them. To me it was a tell-tale sign that I just wasn't ready for a relationship, and seeing how it would have been unfair to string them along with unkept promises, I would end the associations after the first or second date.

After we got home, and what with the size of the meal and the wine, I quickly became extremely drowsy. I said goodnight to Janine, and once in bed I fell into a deep, catatonic sleep.

In that state of restful bliss, a wonderful dream invaded my subconscious. Anne was next to me again. I could feel her warmth and hear her softly breathing nest to me. I put my arm around her, pulling her tight against me so that we lay together as spoons in a drawer. I heard her softly murmur approval of our closeness as she gently messaged my arm. Dream or specter, I knew not, or cared; but it was my Anne, of that I was certain, and if it is just a dream I didn't want it to end. I kissed the apparition on her neck, as she reached a hand around to gently stroke my hair and cheek. I started to message her breasts, each one in turn until her nipples were firm and erect. Hearing her soft moans as I gently pinched and pulled on her nipples, I firmly pushed my growing erection against her tight buttocks. She responded by seductively wiggling her hips against my member, and reaching around to take hold of my own buttocks to pull me even closer.

I heard the dream say my name, her voice full of want and desire, but something was off. The voice wasn't quite my Anne's; it was innocent, but at the same time more sultry. Imperceptibly at first, sleep started to drift away, but I continued to fondle the specter in a vain attempt to keep consciousness from fully taking over. I moved my hand downward along her abdomen, and she opened her legs in lustful anticipation. I was between consciousness and unconsciousness, not knowing or caring what was dream or reality, sliding my fingers along my Anne's pussy. It was warm and succulent; the lips of her vulva fully extended above their covering, and her opening well-lubricated allowing one, two, than three fingers to easily penetrate her. She moaned loudly and rolled over on her back and taking hold of my hand with both of her own and forcing me even further into her. It was this sudden movement of my dream that jarred me to full consciousness, and there lay my daughter Janine.

My first reaction was to pull my fingers out of her, but she held my hand tightly against her and would not let go. We spoke no words to each other. I could see her staring at me, a bright glint, created by ambient moonlight, reflected off her eyes. I do not know what possessed me to stay by her side. My whole psyche was screaming for me to remove myself from the situation, but against all fatherly precepts I remained. And not finding any trustworthy counsel in my own conscience, I searched her face for any hint of reservation or disgust in what was transpiring between us; wishing, in a vain to find some moral arbiter hidden in her look that would signal me to step no further into the realm of parental indecency, but all I saw in her eyes was hopeful and eager anticipation. When I saw that expression of want and lust in my daughter's eyes, I knew then that the societal mores were broken, and probably would remain broken between us, but I did not care. I rolled over onto my back and pulled my daughter on top of me, and without any word or coaxing, Janine deftly lifted her hips and slide my cock inside of her.

I could tell that she was inexperienced; for once she mounted me Janine started clumsily, and a bit too forcefully, in slamming herself up and down along my stiff pole. To counter her eagerness I placed my hand on her hip to slow her motions, and guided her into a more relaxed rhythm consisting of raising herself up slightly while shifting her hips forward, and then lowering herself while shifting backward, all in one fluid action. I placed the thumb of my free hand in such a way that for each upward and downward motion her clit would brush against it. It wasn't long before her breathing deepened and quickened in response to her ever increasing sexual arousal. Her clit was fully unsheathed and protruding, and every time it came in contact with my thumb the sensation sent a small, but visible shutter through her legs. Janine was beginning to find it difficult to control these repeating erogenous spasms. I watched her face intently, eyes closed and mouth parted as she would momentarily stop her hips to solely concentrate on the ratcheting of sexual excitement that was gradually building in her and toward climax. I kept thinking to myself as I looked at her now reddening face that this was my daughter, my little girl, brought to the peak of sexual excitement by her own father. Surprisingly, I felt no shame or reprehension in any of this, because at this moment Janine was not my daughter in any sense of the word, but had in effect become my surrogate wife.

She was so close to climax that it would not take much to push her off the precipice she now stood. Holding her hips, I quickly rolled over so that she was under me. The sudden change in our position brought Janine out of her deep sexual trance, as she opened her eyes and stared up at me. Thinking that I might be experiencing some reservations and would dismount her, she shook her head and quickly wrapped her legs around my waist to keep me inside her. I kissed her hard as I drove my cock further into her warm pussy. She responded with a low guttural moan, and by grabbing onto my buttocks in an attempt to force me further inside. I quickened my thrusts, making sure that I came in contact with her clit on each down stroke. It was only another four or five long, downward thrusts when I felt Janine stiffen beneath me and dig her fingernails deeper into my flesh. She remained rigid for a few moments, her hands and legs tightly locked about me, and then I felt the warm fluid of her climax flood out from her. Finally, as the small shutters began to subside, Janine released my mouth and inhaled a long draft of air, it was only then that she allowed her hands and legs to fall limply to her sides.

I rolled off of her and onto my back. I listened to her labored breathing slowly subside in the post-climax afterglow. Now that the fervor of our sexual tête-à-tête was over my mind started to work on the consequences of my actions. Not only was guilt slowly seeping back into my consciousness, but I was also starting to worry if my actions would negatively affect our relationship specifically, or any potential relationship she may have with someone else down the road. I tried to relay these misgivings to her, but sensing my dilemma, she looked at me with her large blue eyes, still full of love and lust, shook her head, and placed a finger to my mouth to quiet me. If she had any misgivings about the direction we were heading, they had long since dissipated. There was no doubt in her. A knowing smile passed her lips; she kissed me lightly, and then turned her full attention to my still erect member.

Without any hesitation, Janine drew my cock into her mouth as far as it would initially go without choking. Her enthusiasm for sucking my cock was only matched by the dexterity of her tongue, which fully bathed me as she swirled it around my swelling head and along my shaft. When she reached her limit, she would hold my cock in for brief periods, allowing more of her saliva to build-up and lubricate my cock before almost fully withdrawing it from her mouth, and then she would repeat the process; yet each time she would pull a little bit more of my cock inside her mouth from the previous time. Soon she was sucking all the way down my shaft to where I could just feel her breath on my scrotum.

Whenever my wife Anne preformed fellacio on me I sometimes liked to drape my hand across her face and feel my cock moving in and out passed her lips, or help out by stroking myself as she licked my knob. The sensation always heightened my own arousal. When I first tried this technique with Janine she thought she was doing something wrong and started to pull away to let me pleasure myself, but I gently pushed her head back down and slide my cock back into her mouth. Once she understood what I was doing, I felt an increased level of sexual arousal coarse through her, audible as softly spoken words of desire and seduction. I started to play with her and taunt her with my erection. At times holding it just out of the reach of her hungry mouth, and making her slightly shift or even lunge forward in order to continue her tonguing. Other times I would hold it steady or stroke myself as she would kiss and suck around the now purplish head. Anne always hated when I played my little games, but Janine was ecstatic and giggled her approval. I couldn't be sure if this was the first time she had ever sucked a cock, I suspected it wasn't, but I was sure that this was probably the first time she loved doing it.

I continued to stroke myself as Janine applied the necessary lubricant to my head and shaft, always following my hand down my shaft as she pulled me further into her mouth. Once this rhythm was developed I substituted her hand for mine as she continued to stroke me, hand and mouth in unison. It wasn't long before I felt the inevitable build-up toward climax. I told her I was coming to give her clear warning that I could no longer control myself, but either she didn't hear me or didn't care, because she continued sucking and stroking me with ever increasing vigor.

When I came it was as if a year's worth of grief, anxiety and depression were ejected from me along with my semen. It had been a year since I had been with another woman, and nearly as long since I had last ejaculated, but Janine accepted my load without so much as a sound of protest or sign of difficulty. I went limp almost immediately following the last spasm. Satisfied with her own performance, she curled up next to me, her head on my chest and arm swung across my stomach just as her mother did so many times before, and slept that way throughout the remainder of the night.

The next morning Janine and I set about figuring what we were to do. I asked her how she ended up in my bed, and she explained that she just wanted to give me what I missed most since her mother died, and that was to sleep next to her. She also explained that when I started fondling her that she was shocked at first, but as I continued she began to feel more and more aroused. So much so that she welcomed my somnambulant advancements, saying that instead of them feeling wrong or dirty that it somehow felt natural.

When I asked how she felt about what had happened, and what she thought it might do to future relationships that she might want to foster, she said that she didn't really know and really didn't care. It was a tough question, and one I don't think I could have even answered at the time. We both agreed that our relationship would forever be different, and we both knew that even if the previous night was the only one of its' kind, we could never go back to being just a father and a daughter. Once we came to that understanding we both succumbed to our wants and desires, and explored each other with complete abandon. For the rest of her time at home there would be no sexual pathway that I hesitated to lead her down, nor any that she would not willingly follow along.

It's been a couple of months since that fateful week occurred. Janine is back at school, and still doing well in her studies. A week doesn't go by without a call or letter from her, both usually laced in a code that no one but us could comprehend. We both are looking forward to her Spring break. For myself, I am in a far better place, and truly feel that I am living again instead of just being alive. I have even considered going out on dates again; there are a couple of ladies I need to apologize too. As I reflect back I often ask myself if I would have eventually crawled out of that pit of despair on my own. Could I over time have naturally moved on from the death of Anne? I honestly do not know. It is said that time heals all wounds, and for some wounds this might be true, but probably not in my case, at least not without the help of a loving daughter.



Janine



I left the reservation an hour after the girl and I talked. Before I left I got a shower, packed some crackers and a Coke in a small brown paper sack. I skipped Starbucks and took another Coke to have on the trip. I did not have to worry about coming back until early in the evening. The idea of skipping lunch and supper in the mess hall was a pleasing thought. How often did I get a chance to get away to do something like this? Never.

Janine asked on the phone was if I busy and would I like to come by and say hello. She did actually admit she needed a little help in her back yard. She'd fix us her famous tossed salad with green olives and peperoncini. I love peperoncini so I said great. Then I asked what she was doing in Virginia. Janine said "I'll tell you about it when we see each other." That was okay with me. Judging by Janine's profile, she was a normal woman in her 40's.

As far as I knew, thinking as I headed east up Ash, Janine was also married. I remembered that I read in an email she wrote that she was having her twenty-second anniversary. Now I was riding out to see her one county over. She was living in Massachusetts. Must have moved. The woman stated she was Puerto Rican on her profile. In the picture her hair is burnt cinnamon, her skin a beautiful light caramel. Janine's eyes were haunting and dark, like mocha.

A map on the Internet said Rose was 18.3 miles from Goldbug. Rose is in Green County. It is an appealing county to me because there is almost nothing there. Not much commerce and not very many people. A place to rest. A place to sit out at night and listen to owls and frogs and crickets and cicadas. An occasional car passes by. I could have a personal Shangri-la. There is a lot of farmland, and not a lot of subdivisions. it just sounds like easy living.

I turned off 50 East and headed north on 141. About 12 miles I would be at the state park and another three or four miles to the Green County line. I checked the clock on the radio and I figured that I would reach Rose before 11:30. I did not need to worry about fuel. I was rested.

I was kind of anxious, too. I did not turn on the radio. I was felt I knew where I was going, because I go driving out here sometimes. I went joyriding in Greene County when regular unleaded was almost four bucks a gallon. I simply needed a quick vacation.

I went over the county line and stayed on Highway 141. Watching for Manassas Church Road I thought about the movie I saw the night before, Pat Garrett and Billy The Kid. James Coburn played Garrett. In the flick he is a rather hateful, amoral character, Garrett never eats, but drinks liquor throughout his search for Will Bonney. In one scene Garrett is at a cat house with five different working girls. 1973 was the year of that western. Janine, I remembered, likes a lot of contemporary movies. But she said she liked Gone With The Wind. Maybe she liked Casablanca.

I found Manassas Church Road, turned right. I immediately turned left on a road called John Forrest Road. I saw a small, dirty white sign saying Rose. I started looking for the red mailbox on the right that said 208. The sun was still shining but gray clouds were moving in. I saw the mailbox about half a mile from the turn off. I slowed down and turned into the grassy dirt driveway.

The house was dark red brick, with a green tin roof. Standing in front of the steps was Janine, wearing a light salmon linen dress. She had on black Converse tennis shoes. Janine's arms were folded in front of her. She smiled ever so slightly. Janine knew nothing really about me, and I knew nothing about her. People just don't get to know each other on the Internet. I had never chatted with Janine.

I parked and got out, went over and reached out my hand. Janine walked toward me, barely noticing my clothes or my hair. She looked directly at me, the way people or women do who have a good deal of class. "Hey Daryl", and she hugged my neck. 

"Hey Janine. Uh, how are you?." I was nervous. 

"Fine. Will you come in?"

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In four years I had not been invited into a female's home. I tried not to notice everything in Janine's house. The house was sparsely decorated with little tables, wooden chairs, and antique floor lamps. It suddenly occurred to me that the furniture was not hers. There was a green trunk on the far wall of the living room. We were standing in when I walked into the house. The floor was hardwood with thin space rugs. I liked the place.

It was my idea of country living. The furniture, the things in the house were what I would feel very comfortable with. But none or almost none of these things belonged to Janine. I just knew it.

Janine could see I had questions about her house, and about a dozen other questions besides. All entirely none of my business. But that is how you get to know a person.

"Do you want some coffee?" Janine asked in a very friendly tone.

I sat down on at the oak coffee table. "None, thanks", when she asked if I wanted sugar or cream. Janine was the first woman I have met that drank her coffee black, like I do. 

"Did you move down to Virginia?" I asked Janine, enjoying the coffee smell.

"No and yes, Daryl. My daughter lives in Jason, and I am helping her move down to Echo City. She's moving in with a guy she has been dating"

"Yes, I know where Echo City is. About six miles from Kerner Beach." tried to sip my hot coffee. Janine was drinking her coffee without any trouble. I casually looked around the house and said "Where is your family?"

Janine took another sip of her coffee. She was direct. "You know I have lived in Massachusetts for a couple of years. My husband, he went up to Ohio to see his brother two and a half months ago."

"My daughter is working and lives with another girl. She is still in Massachusetts, in the same area near the bay. I have been here almost a month. I am hanging around right now."

My coffee was cooling a little. I took a good sip and looked across the small house into the kitchen. I loved her house. The kitchen windows at the back of the house looked out into a dense thicket of trees. "I have a favor to ask" Janine said, putting her coffee down. 

"Anything that I can do," I replied. As I answered Janine I looked over at her, quickly taking a glance at her legs. Since the woman was at home, she wore no hosiery. Hell with pantyhose. If a woman has nice legs, forget the hosiery. Some accessories add a nice touch, I suppose. Janine's legs were very sleek and pretty. She did not have to worry about going out in public. ...

"As it was turning to dusk last night I noticed it". I did not know what Janine was pointing toward. We were standing at the kitchen window. I looked out toward a big stump about three feet high and saw something in the grass. It resembled a pile of sand. Janine said "The door at the side right there is unlocked."

I now assumed the lady was keeping a mystery. Maybe she did not know what the hell it was. I walked out and Janine was very close behind me, a hand on my free arm as I pushed opened the door.

I walked outside and saw what it was. A raptor was lying on the ground, face down. It was interesting the dead hawk had not been carried off in the night by another animal.

"He's beautiful", I said. "It must have a four foot wingspan." I looked over at Janine. "I want to bury him," Janine said. "Will you dig a small grave and bury him for me?"

I had a shovel now, and some work gloves. Janine showed me me where to dig a hole to bury the bird. She wanted the hole to be three feet deep. I would dig it deep enough to keep raiders away. That was important. The little grave was a better idea than throwing the dead hawk over into the woods.

She showed me a place near the trees that was dirt. Janine watched me dig the hole. I made it wide enough at the bottom so that the dead hawk lay neatly, its wings spread a little. I took a short breather, and drank some of the cold iced water Janine gave me.

"Looks like a very nice grave" she said. "Are you okay?" I told her I was just fine. My gray tee-shirt was splotchy with sweat. I started filling the hole. Janine was there watching, and I think she was checking me out. I thought she noticed my buttocks as I bent over each time to take the shovel and pour the dirt in. I filled the hole up with dirt and packed it down.

Janine said "Here, I'll take that." I handed Janine the shovel. "You did a good job", she said sweetly. Then turned gracefully and walked to the little shed beside the house. Janine had a sultry walk. Her hips did their their sway and rhythm, and I stood easy enjoying the woman's body going toward the tool shed. She opened the door, bending over to place the shovel by the door. The sun came out. .....

I followed Janine Baxter back into her house and we went through the kitchen into the living room. "Why don't you sit on the couch, Daryl? You can rest."

Janine sashayed back into the kitchen to get fresh coffee. Two caffeine fiends. We belong together, I thought. I also thought about how coffee or espresso make me feel all over. Like soft blue flame.

Janine was again very friendly. She came back into the living room with two cups fired over a century ago. She said "Do you want to sit in the sun room?"

"The sun room?" I echoed.

Through a kitchen door we walked with our coffee, and I found us in a small sitting room. There was an old green sofa, with carved wooden legs. There was a second small coffee table, made of heavy wood and painted black. "This is nice. I mean it, Janine". 

The sofa was in front of a large picture window. The window looked out into the woods behind the house. A little tired, I decided to sit on the sofa. Abruptly Janine had walked off. I looked around and there was another door in the back of the little sitting room. 

There was a birdbath outside the window with two birds splashing around, and I began to nod off while I watched. A little hard work tired me out because it was so seldom I did any hard work.

I awoke and felt two hands on my shoulders. Janine was behind the sofa. Janine rubbed my shoulders.

"You are going to be sore later," she said. "Not if you keep that up". She was referring to my sleeping position, I gathered.

I said. "Um..." Janine's hands felt real good. Then I asked Janine how she knew she could invite me into her bed and breakfast.

"Oh, I thought you were a nice person. I thought so because of your emails. Your stories sounded like they were written by a literary person with a kind persona".

I was about to say something, then Janine said "Daryl", in a gentle tone. "Daryl, your shirt is dirty."

"What do you want me to do about it?" I laughed.

Janine walked around the couch and pushed the coffee table back a little across the old carpet. Janine rocked me forward and pulled the tee shirt off. With no expression on her face Janine said for me to unzip my jeans and pull them down. 

My mind was in a state of no state at all. I had no thoughts. I did not know what was going to happen next. No, this person was a retired professional. She was a nice lady I met on AOL who was up for reading some hot stuff. But I knew I should do what the nice lady said for me to do.

I stood up and unzipped my jeans. Janine pulled them down. Again she said "You are going to be sore later from digging."

Janine pulled my boxers down next. My jeans and my boxer shorts were down around my ankles. I was getting an erection. Janine pushed me softly down on the couch and sat next to me.

Janine produced a clear plastic bottle. She set it on the coffee table. She put an arm around me, casually. Janine ran one hand up and down my back with a vigorous pressure. Janine had her right hand on my cock. My cock was bulging, stiff as it could be. Janine poured some of the liquid all over my hard cock. It was warm baby oil and it did feel fantastic.

In only a couple of minutes Janine brought me to a climax. My bones and muscles were so relaxed. Janine sat on the coffee table and smiled a splendid smile at me.

"Now, don't you feel better?"

I was feeling fine. "Yes, Janine. I did not imagine..."

"It was not a problem" said Janine. Not at all." .............

Over time people left various items in the house Janine was in, such as men's denim pants, socks, work shirts and tee shirts. I sat on the sofa naked, in a kind of subdued tranquility. I drank my coffee. I felt satisfied. I was satisfied from Janine's offering, and accepted it without analyzing. She was like some chick in 1969 who liked Iron Butterfly. I swallowed a mouthful of coffee. My hostess appeared with an aged but clean tee shirt, a pair of jeans, and some underwear and socks.

I looked at the small stack. I asked sarcastically "What am I supposed to do with those?" I was teasing her, after what had just happened. I did not know really how to act.

"You can put them on after you take a shower. Don't you want to take a shower?"

I took the clothes and stood up, holding the jeans over my privates. Janine took me through the kitchen and a small hall. She pointed into the bathroom. I looked at her and said "I won't be too long."

Her eyes seemed to smolder, but there was a nonchalance in her tone. "I want to get in there after you, if you don't mind."

After using some plain Ivory soap and a wash cloth, I was finished in the shower. I wrung out the rag and pulled the handle down. When I pulled the shower curtain back, there was a knock. Janine came into the bathroom, wearing a big towel. The sweet woman asked "you okay?" and pulled a towel off the rack. She gave it it to me and said "You don't mind if I get in, do you?"

I shook my head. "No, I can dry off here at the sink. If that's all right."

I got out at the far end of the bathtub. I looked over and saw one of Janine's legs go over the side and into the tub. I was still a gentleman to this woman. I had an opportunity to get my eyes full, but I didn't.

I went to the sink and not finding an extra toothbrush, I washed my mouth out with mouthwash. Wrapping myself in the towel, I took the clean clothes and went to look for a bedroom.

There was one bedroom, Janine's. Her stuff was on the night stand and the closet was standing open. I sat on the small brown upholstered chair and started dressing. I was brushing my hair in front of Janine's mirror when she walked in. 

"Are you hungry?" she asked. Her voice was pleasant, happy. She had her towel on, still wrapped around her and I was looking at her now, not shy about it. I wanted to touch her. All over her body I wanted to put my hands.

Janine said "Daryl, there are some paper plates and styrofoam cups in the pantry. If you want to set two places?". "Yes, of course", I answered, thinking to myself "I think I would do anything for you, honey."

While Janine got dressed, I set the little red and white metal table. I found ice in the little freezer and in her refrigerator there was tea. I turned back to the table and saw Janine walk in.

Janine was in her early 40's, according to her profile. She looked nice, in white polyester shorts and a coral short-sleeved blouse. The shorts made a sexy contrast to her legs. Janine looked at the table and said "Your mama raised a nice man. Why don't you sit down, Daryl, and I'll bring it."

Earlier that day Janine made a nice chef salad and put it in Tupperware. There was iceberg lettuce, cherry tomatoes, spicy jack cheese, bell peppers, peperoncini, a diced ham. Croutons were on top that Janine made herself. She had a plate of Ritz crackers on the side. We both had ranch dressing. 

"I never get the chance to do this. I haven't had a date in a long time. Not that we are on a date."

"I think it's a happening." is all she said.

I drank my water and sat quietly after I finished my salad. Janine was still eating. She drained her sweet iced tea. "That was good. Thank you." I said.

"It was easy," Janine said. Then she asked if I'd like to go for a walk. "It's nice outside, why don't we take a stroll?"

Behind the house a trail about three feet wide meandered through the woods. At the end we walked up on a green frog that hopped away into the forest. "It is gorgeous here" I said to Janine.

I turned to her and gently turned her shoulders toward me. Janine looked at me. When I put my arms around her I did not know what might happen. But she put her arms around me and we hugged briefly, and warmly. We walked arm in arm back to the house, walking around the roots and kicking clods of dirt.

When we got back to the house, we stopped in the clearing. "You don't want one of your cigars?" Janine asked, remembering I smoked cigars from reading my profile.

"No, I'll probably have one on the way back to Goldbug." I said. "You don't smoke, so I'd rather not." 

Janine grinned and said "I might smoke a cigar, with you. Later" 

We went back inside the house. I walked up to the front of the house to the living room, reached in the pocket of my jacket shirt on the hook. In my shirt pockets I had the cigar, a ten dollar bill, and I had one condom. I looked at the condom. I rarely washed this jacket shirt. I looked at the date on the package and put the rubber in my jeans.

..............................................

I heard a piano, a badly tuned piano. The instrument was in a bare room, and the song I heard being played was "Chopsticks". I found the small music room through a door that opened from the living room. It was dark in there, save for one window which was partly closed off by a green shade.

"Hey" was all I said. I did not want to scare her. Janine turned her head and stopped her murderous playing. She grinned and said "That's all I know."

I walked slowly over to the bench, bent over and pulled Janine's hair back behind her shoulders. I kissed her neck once, twice. Then I sat beside Janine, facing away from the piano. She turned her head again toward me, and I was looking at her mouth.

I closed my eyes like Mel Gibson or Al Pacino. Not like a guy in real life. I can close them if I try. I felt my lips touch Janine's face, beside her nose. I almost laughed. Wasn't this supposed to happen first? Instead of her making me happy two hours ago? Iron Butterfly. Summer of Love. Can't you enjoy life, Daryl? I was going to, right now.

The piano was in the corner of the room. I motioned for Janine to get up, and I pushed the bench against the wall. I wanted Janine to sit against the wall on the bench with her legs on either side. I sat back down facing her and pulled her legs over mine. Then I kissed her on the mouth, not hard, but with feeling. Like a fortissimo. 

Janine's arms went around me, pulling me hard against her. Then she eased her arms so that they were around me more loosely, and we started making out. I stopped kissing Janine and pulled her blouse over her head, forgetting about the buttons. I tossed the garment on the piano keys.

I pulled the straps of Janine's brassiere down and put my hands on both of her breasts. Her breasts were soft and I massaged them with slow, circular motions. Janine looked at my face, then closed her eyes, and looked at me again. She stood up. She kicked off her flats, then pulled her shorts and her panties off. 

"Get up, Daryl." Janine was in command again. But it really did not feel like that. We were taking turns. It felt like mutual improvisation, switching leads. "Take your clothes off, Daryl. I'll help."

I was soon naked and Janine was naked except for her brassiere hanging around her waist. Janine took my hand and pointed at an old gold love seat in the corner. "Somewhere soft, baby. We might get hurt playing a duet." 

We sat down next to each other on the old gold love seat. We touched each other all over. We kissed passionately, our tongues moving and probing each other. Janine had her hands on my hips until she moved one hand in toward my crotch.




Janine



I looked at her and said "Are you cold?"

"A little" she said. Then she told me to look by the love seat at the stool. There was a woolen blanket. This beats the Econo Lodge to pieces, I thought.

I took the blanket and put it over Janine. I got Janine to lie across the love seat on her back. I put the cushion between her shoulders and rested her head on the arm rest. Then I pulled the blanket down until I could see Janine's breasts. She tugged at me.

Janine kissed me with her vermilion mouth, stroking my hair. She put her hands on my neck. I put my mouth on her soft mounds. I rubbed her areolas with my nose. I moved my face slowly over the woman's breasts, up her arms, stopping at her shoulders to kiss them softly. I returned to her pretty tits and placed my mouth around her nipples again.

I put a breast between my hands and pressed, Janine's nipples were hard. I pushed them up, licked them each, moving from one to the other. God, what a sweet thing. Janine made little deep sounds in her throat. As I licked and softly sucked, she began moaning "Oh, oh, oh, gosh". It was sexy the way Janine's calls and whispers echoed in the piano room.

Janine pushed me off of her. She took the blanket and laid it on the floor in front of the love seat. We pulled the sofa cushions off the love seat, and laid them on the blanket. Janine wanted me to sit on the couch. She knelt down in front of me. She rubbed my chest, and gently she bit my nipples. She got the little cushion and put it behind my buttocks. 

I looked at Janine and said "Sweetheart, are you pleasuring me again?". Janine did not answer. She smiled a bright 20,000 watt smile.

I was loud, and I didn't care. The next house was down the road. She ran around the tip of her tongue all over my manhood. When she got to the mushroom, I was intensely gratified. Janine acted like she enjoyed playing with it. She put my cock against her face, her hair, her ears. It was all great, not just when she used her mouth and her lips and tongue. 

She liked not just giving me any oral ecstasy, but she liked to do it. I let her do what she wanted to. She stopped sometimes to laugh at my yelling. Neither one of us cared who heard. I waited for Janine to take me in her mouth. She did and it was very good. I was not as loud. It's strange that way. 

For a minute or so she gave me totally enjoyable head...and I stopped her. I was getting close, this soon. What else is new, I thought. I did not constantly get a piece of the action.

Janine said later she usually did not mind. But she did like going down very much with me. She said with me, having sex was good because I "nibbled at the cake." I didn't understand. But it did not matter. Janine was very refreshing and different.

I did not know when I would ever see this fantastic lover again. I wanted to give her pleasure by going down on her, and I love to eat a girl. Janine laid down on the blanket on her back with knees up.

I squeezed her buttocks as I licked Janine's all around her clitoris. I kissed her thighs in circles while I massaged her lovely lips. Janine cried out softly at first "yes, yeah, you, ah". I hardened my tongue tip and began tongue-fucking the lovely creature.

I turned Janine on her side and ran my tongue lengthwise into her crevice. Janine called out my name, cried out "so wonderful". And then Janine wanted me. Janine wanted me to make love to her. She got up and we were both on our knees, facing. She put her hand on my dick and French kissed me. I was already hard from going down on her. 

"I want you from behind" Janine said. 

Janine got on her knees. I slid in and out of her a little at a time. Until she started pushing and I was completely inside Janine Baxter. I fucked Janine then like there was no tomorrow. I banged and banged my lover, and she banged me back. We cried out in a primitive fantasia, unaccompanied by a piano or any other instrument. But the song never lasts long enough.

I told her. I told Janine I was going to come, inside her. It was a question. "Yes, Daryl. YES." Janine slammed her hips against me, and I yelled out her name. I called out her name and she was there for the party. Her mind or her heart were there for the celebration. She was there with me, for all of the passion.

I emptied my hot liquid joy inside of Janine. I stayed hard for a few minutes, and Janine looked at me, impressed possibly. She moved her hips until I got soft.

We were both satisfied lovers, as it should be. It is still a tough call for a man to make, but Janine shot her rockets. Janine kissed me as we lie together after it was over. She said that she had one after another. I was happy and said so.

...............................................

About seven pm, I was enjoying the stars with Janine, out in the country. Janine said "Daryl, that cigar got me stoned." I grinned at her, on her front porch. "You get me stoned, honey."



Janine & George



I woke up that Saturday morning with a feeling of anticipation in my stomach. For the first time in three months I would be seeing George and Janine, a couple I had known for years. We weren't just good friends, either- about ten years ago George, Janine and I started having full out orgies whenever we got together. A single woman living by herself, I filled in the gaps between our wild times together by masturbating daily to various pictures I had of us: me eating Janine's hirsute beaver, George and I sucking each others assholes, Janine pissing on George's enormous asscrack bush. I looked through these pictures as I got ready for their arrival, feeling my bush dampen.

To follow along with their previous requests, I wore a buttplug all day as I cleaned the house. My saggy tits rested on my chubby belly as I prepared for Janine and George. My pussy got hotter and wetter as I felt the intrusive object in my fat ass. 

At 5:30 the doorbell rang. I was still naked, butt plug up my anus. I fluffed my hairy beaver as I walked towards the door. I opened it and saw my two favorite people- Janine and George. They both smiled at the site of me and rushed in. After a few hellos and helping them get their bags downstairs, Janine turned to me with lust in her eyes. 

"Look at that fucking pussy, George," she exclaimed, pointing to my fluffy hairy cunt which spread onto my thighs and ass cheeks. 

"It looks delicious," he groaned, and immediately began stripping naked as he fondled my cunt flaps. His hard cock stood out from his curly pubic hair and he shoved me to my knees, pulling me in the bedroom. Janine followed, losing her clothes on the way in. Suddenly the smell of a fart filled the room. I looked from Janine to George to see who had done it, but I needn't have. George pushed me onto the bed and sat on my face, his hairy, smelly crack covering my face.

"Eat my dirty shithole bitch," he growled, grinding his fat ass into my face. My bush ran juices down my thighs as I began to swirl my tongue over his puckered, wrinkled butthole. He was groaning and pushing his anus further down into my mouth. The rank smell of his asshole filled me as I shoved my tongue up his anus, feeling asscrack hairs get into my mouth.

"Janine, eat Rachel's dirty fat hairy cunt NOW you fucking whore, take that butt plug out and munch her nasty hairy ass" George demanded, and he farted loudly again. "Yeah bitch, take that fart, sniff it, you like that you nasty hairy cunt ass eater?" He was out of control, lewd and free of inhibitions.

I felt Janines mouth engulf my brown hairy cunt flaps. She chewed on my clit as George watched, grunting and groaning as I went to town on his amazingly hot dirty shitter. I wanted to taste his turds. I screamed into his ass as Janine began to suck my own fuzzy, unwiped asshole. She suckled the tuft of hair on my anus as George directed her with filthy words:

"Yeah slut eat that whore's filthy fucking asshole, suck that ass hair, taste her farts. Fart Rachel you dirty fucking bitch, FART, fart in my wifes slutty mouth. She's eating your nasty ass cunt, bitch, you like that don't you, she's eating that hairy bush, so give her a nice fart, she wants it!" 

Janine moaned as I continued to work on his ass, pushing a fart out of my anus as he demanded. This time it was Janine's turn to be lewd.

"FUCK YEAH GIVE ME THAT ASS GAS, FART ON ME, GIVE ME MORE!" she screamed as she continued suckling my anus hard, sticking her tonuge up it. My tongue was getting tired but I continued eating George's delicious ass, gasping for air as he continued to crackle out stinky farts in my face. Finally I heard him grunt loudly and a turd began to emerge into my mouth. He lifted his ass up and said,

"Here it comes Rachel, watch this poop slide out of my asshole..." I watched mesmerized, grunting as Janine continued to eat my asshole and rub my long clit. A long, thick, brown turd pushed its way out as George groaned in relief. It dropped onto my sagging tits. The hot smell of turd engulfed the room. Janine looked up from my hairy sweaty ass at the turd her husband had produced. 

I put half of it in my mouth, chewing, letting the unbelievably strong taste fill me. 

"Oh yeah you nasty cunt, eat that shit of mine, eat that Rachel," George moaned, picking up the other half of his turd and rubbing it into Janine's hairy ass crack. 

For a few moments we all lay collapsed on the bed, exhausted.

But only for a few moments...