7 comments/ 142990 views/ 23 favorites Janet Moore Ch. 01 By: chunkyd1 Janet Moore stared at the man in shock. She tried to remember his name, Ben Pierce she thought it had been but she wasn't sure of anything right now. The man sitting beside Ben smiled at her. His name was jack Dumont. His black eyes burned into hers. Her husband had taken out a huge loan with this man, and she had just learned how much Rob had signed away. He had agreed to have the whole amount -- eighty thousand dollars -- paid back by today. Janet knew there was no way they could do that. They had little over two thousand in the bank. Until Rob got paid for this first contract, they were as good as broke. The contract had stated clearly that if the whole amount was not paid there would be a charge of fifteen percent interest per month. She had come to Jack Dumont's place of business -- it had turned out to be his house -- to meet with him and plead for herself and her husband. Ben Pierce had been there, which she did not expect. Dumont told her Pierce was a major partner in the bank. He told her they had been going over the loan papers, and that it did not look good. And then Ben Pierce had said in his soft voice. "Tell you what, dear. Strip for us, and we'll extend the loan another month. Maybe by then you're husband will have gotten paid for this first contract." "Excuse me?" Janet said, dumfounded. She was a pretty girl. A lot of times she forgot just how pretty she was. She had on a blazer today, and a skirt that ended several inches above her knees. Her face was slightly angular, with a fine jawbone and a straight, delicate nose. Her wide, blue eyes seemed constantly surprised. She had her hair cut rather short, in a bob. Her lips were a perfect rosebud, plump and inviting. Her fine neck flowed smoothly down to slim shoulders and a fine boned chest. Upon her chest sat her perfect, natural titties. They were just a bit smaller than coconuts, and quite firm. They sat on her chest with just a hint of sag, her thick nipples tilted slightly upwards. Of course, she always wore a bra. Her narrow waist flowed into lush, wide hips and a round ass that begged for attention. Ben Pierce got up from where he sat. Janet looked out of the corner of her eye at Eric. She had known him from high school. He was now Dumont's bodyguard. He was a hulking black man, with huge arms and shoulders. She had been a cheerleader when he was the quarterback. For some reason, she still trusted him. She did not trust Pierce. He eyed her hungrily. The jacket did a good job of concealing her impressive bust, but even through the jacket he could tell she had an excellent set of knockers. "You heard me," he finally replied, standing beside her now. Janet looked at him, then twisted away as he reached up and toyed with the top button on her jacket. His other arm slipped about her waist. "Let us see these natural titties of yours, babe. Your husband is always bragging about them, you know. It's his fault your in this fix now. If he hadn't told me what great boobs you have, I wouldn't even be asking to see them." Janet pouted prettily. She looked again at Jack Dumont. His eyes stared right back at her. She felt Pierce fooling with the button to her jacket again, and looked down to realize he had actually undone the first button. Ever buttoned all the way up, the jacket left a bit of her chest exposed. With even the first button open, Janet realized she was showing a nice amount of cleavage. "Jim, please," she gasped, and twisted away from him. "Make up your mind, Ms. Moore," Dumont snapped, and then walked away from her towards the house. "It's just a harmless little striptease," Pierce said, taking her arm and leading her into the house after Dumont. Janet looked over her shoulder, and was glad to see Eric following them. She hadn't even said she would do it, but he was leading her into a large living room. Dumont was already on the couch, and there was a huge bearskin rug in the middle of the floor. Pierce left her standing in the middle of the floor, and sat at the other end of the couch. "Um, I'm not sure," she began, and then started again, "All I have to do is strip and you'll extend it for another month, right?" "That's right babe," Ben Pierce said. His eyes bored into hers until she looked away. She glanced at Eric. He had taken off his jacket -- all he had on was a tight t-shirt and black slacks. She realized she could see a large bulge in the slacks, and glanced away, blushing. God, she could not believe this was happening. They were supposed to be high-class people, but here she was stripping for her husband's bankers so they did not take her home! Janet slowly raised her arms, and slipped the next button open, and then the next. She paused there, looking back and forth between the two men on the couch. Her jacket had opened further, and her frilly bra was now visible. Her soft tit flesh pushed against the cups, over flowing them, looking like they would fall out if she bent over to far. She found herself staring at Piece's crotch -- Eric looked like he was well hung, but the bulge in Piece's lap was huge. "I think she needs some help, Eric. Why don't you help her?" Pierce said suddenly, reaching down and rubbing the large lump in his pants. Janet jerked her eyes away, blushing furiously. She did not see Dumont nod to Eric, and did not even notice him moving until he was standing right behind her. She had just slipped the next button open -- there were only two more to go -- she felt his big hands lightly touching her hips. Then his breath was against her throat. "Don't worry, Janet," he whispered against her throat. His thick, sensuous lips and his hot breath made a soft shiver go through Janet's slight 5'3" frame. She felt his hard body pressing against hers, and then drew in a sharp breath when she felt something even harder pushing against her soft, plush ass. "I'll just help you undo these last buttons, babe, and then I'll go back over there." "Thank you for not taking advantage of me, Eric," she said. "Ohnnn, maybe you shouldn't do that!" she gasped as his mouth opened on the silky skin of her throat. As he sucked and licked at the burning skin on her neck, his hands found the lush curve of her hips, pulling the fine curve of her ass back against his crotch. Janet's legs trembled at the feel of the big dick pushing into her ass. She could not believe how large it felt. Her husband had a nice cock, about eight inches. She had thought all cocks must be the same size -- her husband was the only man she had ever slept with. She felt his hands moving around her. They traced her belly and her ribs, and then nudged her hands out of the way and unfastened the last two buttons of the jacket. His hands slid upwards, pulling her jacket aside. "Do you mind if I feel these titties up for a second?" Eric asked. Before Janet could say anything, his big hot hands were cupping both of her large breasts. Janet blew out a deep, hissing breath. "Uhhnnn, Eric, please! I just want to strip and get this over with!" "You teased me enough back in high school you bitch," Eric whispered into her ear as he began kneading her sensitive knockers through the thin silk bra. "Now its my turn!" Janet blew out a deep breath as Eric's fingers caressed and kneaded her firm flesh. His hands felt to hot, and she was uncomfortably aware of how stiff her nipples were, and the fact that she had her back arched, and was pressing the soft roll of her ass back against his raging cock. "Ohn, Mr. Dumont, please, you said I just had to strip!" "Yeah, that's right, strip for us!" Pierce said, and laughed. Eric stopped mauling her titties, and then he was peeling the jacket from her slim shoulders. Janet covered her heaving knockers with her arms. She felt Eric's hands on her back. Then his fingers were at the edge of her skirt. They were behind her. She felt him unfasten the button, and then let out a gasp as he jerked the zipper at the back of the skirt down. "Uhnn!" she said softly, and blushed all over again when he peeled the skirt over her lush hips. It fell to the floor in a puddle around her delicate feet. Ben Pierce and Jack Dumont stared at her with intense, quiet eyes that frightened her more than catcalls could have done. She was perfect. The small panties she had on cradled her pussy, and the thigh high stockings she wore showed off her thighs perfectly, just the right amount of muscle in the slimness. Almost all of her ass was exposed, a fact she became aware of when Eric's big hands slipped to her ass. He cupped one firm, lush cheek in each hand and began kneading the soft moons until he heard a small gasp from woman in front of him. He turned her, still not believing what luck led her to this house today. He glanced at Jack and Ben sitting on the couch. They were both grinning widely. He took her small hand in his huge one as he turned her, and guided it smoothly till her palm was pressed against his manhood. Janet's mouth gaped open as she felt the stiff shaft through the thin trousers. "Eric!" her soft blue eyes stared into his. He rubbed her hand against the fat shaft, and he felt her try in vain to move her hand away. "Eric, please, you can't make me do this!" she said through clenched teeth, trying to speak softly enough that the men on the couch would not hear her. "Tell you what, Ms. Moore. Kiss me, and I'll let you go." His right hand was rubbing her naked back, making shivers shoot through her body. God, his dick felt huge beneath her sweaty hand! She shot a glance at Pierce and Dumont. "Eric, they're just sitting there!" "It don't matter, babe," Eric said. His hand was insistent, forcing hers to rub up and down his shaft. Janet could not help but curl her fingers around the fat piece of meat. She tilted her head up to say something else to him, but then his lips were against hers. She gasped in surprise, and his tongue slid into her opened mouth. Janet tried to back away, but the hand that had been on her back was now holding her tight against Eric's hard body. She could feel her large breasts flattened against his chest, could feel his cock jerking under her hand. He bent back down, and sealed his lips to hers again. Well, she had to do it to get out of this, she told herself, and tentatively opened her mouth wider to his probing tongue. He began frenching her hotly. His tongue tasted of mint and coffee. She curled her own tongue around his, and could not help but squeeze his fat dick a bit harder. She could feel it excellently through the loose trousers he had on, and began rubbing it harder. Janet did not realize he had let go of her hand till his left hand slipped up and began mauling her breasts again. His other hand trailed downward, till he was squeezing and kneading both her ass and her firm, shuddering tits. Janet tore her mouth from his somehow, and tried to ignore the fact that she was jerking him off through his pants. "Eric, I . . ." she could not speak. His hand continued to work on her firm breast, his fingers alternating between hard and insistent, squeezing and pinching her flushed flesh, and soft caresses that had her wanting more of the hard. Janet tried to control her breathing. She tried to shake her head, tried to figure out how long she had been standing there with her mouth hanging open as he fondled her bosom. Her tits felt tight, and her nipples had grown even larger and harder. "Eric, please, I . . . OHHnnnnn, no, wait, Eric, you shouldn't -- OHHHHHNNNN, MY, uhhhnnnnnmmmm!" He had pulled her bra cup down far enough to expose her stiff nipple. He sank down and captured the turgid bud between his teeth. She moaned louder when he flicked his tongue over her stiff nipple, and then he was sucking as much of her firm tit tip into his hot, wet mouth as he could. Janet thought her eyes were going to roll back in her head. She knew she not be letting this happen, but her big bouncy breasts had always been very sensitive. The feel of the man's hot mouth engulfing her was ecstasy in the extreme. She was not aware of what his left hand was doing until she moved her hand one time, and instead of feeling his stiff shaft through his trousers she felt it's rock like hardness naked against her palm. 'He's undone his pants!' she had time to think. Before she could get any further, she wrapped her long, slim fingers around the thick length of his manhood. "Ohhn, god, please!" she gasped and finally managed to pull away from him. She stumbled a step, and then was in the middle of the bearskin rug. Eric slipped back around her, and she found herself staring into Pierce and Dumont's eyes. "That's it, right? I did what you wanted," she said in a shaking voice. She was to rattled to even realize that one of her breasts was hanging out of her small silk bra. Her hair was tousled, and she had a wild look in her blue eyes. "You need to finish," Dumont said, and then said to Eric, "Why don't you help her with her bra and panties, Eric?" Janet glanced behind her, and quickly looked back around when she saw that Eric had stripped. His body was perfect, slabs of muscle under smooth, supple chocolate skin. She felt his fingers dancing along her back, and shook her head. She felt something against her back, felt him shift and move a bit closer. Then he was standing against her, and she swallowed as she felt the whole fat length of his stiff cock against her firm, jutting asscheeks. As he hooked his fingers in the thin straps of the bra and pushed it off of her shoulders, he shifted so that his fat, stiff dick was pressed right against the crack of her ass. He wanted to fuck this bitch sooo bad, and it was obvious to him that she wanted it as much as he did, even if she didn't know it at first. She was standing there, trying to act innocent as he peeled the bra down and ground his stiff schlong into her ass. He reached around and she didn't protest until his fingers were at the catch of the bra. Her breasts were already almost all the way exposed because he had pulled the straps so far down off her shoulders. "Eric, please, I am . . . I can do that!" she said. "Alright," he whispered against her throat. He moved his hands out of the way. She felt his powerful, thick cock flex against her asscheeks, and slowly unfastened the bra, blushing brightly. She felt Eric's hands immediately slide upwards, and then he was cupping both of her firm, full titmounds in his hands. He lifted the large globes slightly and began kneading them gently, paying special attention to her stubby, thick nipples. Janet Moore moaned softly. She could not stop herself from arching her back, pushing her proud bosom into greater prominence for the man. She should be struggling, she knew she should! She rolled her ass a bit harder against the stiff cock. It felt huge pressed up against her! Then he was turning her slightly. Before she could do anything his lips were sealed with hers. His tongue delved into her mouth easily now, familiar, moving, probing, flicking till she could not help but parry at it with her own small agile tongue and suck softly. His hand found her breast again, and she moaned hotly into his mouth and somehow broke away from him. He gripped her arms, and slid his hands to her shoulders. When he pressed strongly on her shoulders she collapsed to her knees. What did he think he was going to do? Janet thought to herself. She automatically reached up with her hands and gripped his thighs. His stiff dick was pointed right at her face. He leaned forward and the fat leaking cock crown rubbed against her cheek. She tried to turn her head away but his other hand was suddenly gripping her hair, stopping her from moving her head. He gripped his penis with his other hand, and guided it till it was rubbing his clear precum on her pouty, bee stung lips. Her pink lipstick smeared off on his dark cock crown. She looked up at him, her blue eyes appealing as he pressed harder against her lips. She felt the spongy flesh against her teeth, and opened her mouth to protest -- or so she thought. He felt her warm breath, and leaned further into her. Her jaws slid apart as his fat knob pushed between her even white teeth, forming her full lips in a perfect O. Janet blinked as she looked up at Eric. He was grinning down at her, his handsome face beaming in delight as he fed another inch of his cockmeat into her unwilling mouth. "No teeth, Janet," he admonished gently when he felt her teeth graze his thick staff. She wanted to tell him to go to hell. The feel of the spongy knob and the hard shaft resting against her tongue was making her dizzy. With some effort, she forced her jaws a bit further apart. She was breathing heavily through her nose now, and she blinked at him again when he leaned forward a bit more. His fat head was almost at the back of her throat now, and she had folded her lush lips over her teeth so she could rest them against his organ. He pulled out slightly, and then rocked back forward. "Yeah, that feels great, Janet," Eric said in a ragged voice. She was taking about half his ten inch dick into her mouth at one time now. The next time he leaned forward he pulled slightly on her hair, and six inches sank into her mouth. He smiled as she folded her lips over her teeth and applied pressure to his cock as it slid back out of her mouth. He felt her swallow also, and felt her small tongue curl around his knob before he plunged his boner back into her wet, warm mouth. The next time he moved forward, he pulled her head towards him even more than the last time. Janet gagged, and then breathed quickly as he pulled away. Then he was pushing forward once more, and this time before she had time to gag his knob slipped past the tight confines of her throat. "Nnnnnnn, ummmmnnnnnnnn!" she moaned as he stayed there. His fat cock throbbed in her throat, and as he slowly drew it out she once again felt as though she were going to gag, but she never did. She looked up at him again. This time he did not lean forward at all, he just slowly pulled her head towards him. His shaft disappeared into her mouth again, her full lips folded over his manhood, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked slightly on the stiff shaft, then her eyes going wide and drooping closed as he once again forced his fat boner into her throat. Eight inches of cock were buried in the woman's throat. She breathed heavily through her nose again as Eric's hands set a languorous motion, moving her head up and down so that she was fucking her own mouth onto the fat penis. She wasn't sure when she became aware of the fact that he was not even forcing her anymore. His hands rested loosely on the back of her head but she still moved with the slow rhythm he had set. She backed up until just the fat knob was in the ring of her lips. She sucked at the bulbous knob, felt sweet precum leaking onto her tongue. Janet knew she should stop sucking on the fat cockhead. She slowly dipped her head forward, sucking his rod into her mouth. It snugged against the back of her throat and she forced herself forward so that the stiff, long shaft sank into her throat. Janet felt hands on her then. They touched lightly, gliding over her back, and ribs, and then each of her breasts was scooped up. She knew that hands were from two different men. Her right breast was being played with gently, the fingers stroking her round globe and then lightly flicking her stiff, pointy nipple. The hand on her left breast was much rougher. Pierce smiled as he lifted the woman's large, firm tittie. His long fingers began squeezing the mound strongly, and he heard a soft moan of protest come from the woman as she sucked on the Erik's cock. She pulled her mouth away and looked into Piece's eyes as he continued to milk her shuddering breast. Janet Moore Ch. 01 Janet did not say anything. She could have stopped what was happening then, but she just worked her mouth, trying to think of something to say until Eric's hand tangled back in her hair. He led her juicy, parted lips to the leaking tip of his dick. He rubbed his knob against her full, soft lips. She smeared her tongue over the knob, licking the juices off it, and then ovalled her lips in a wide O and sank her mouth back over the rigid cock log. She felt Piece's hands slip down her tummy. They lingered at her panties, and then dipped inside the expensive silk. His fingers came to her cunt hair, which was trimmed in a careful Mohawk, and he ran his forefinger down it until he felt the fat lips of her cunt sliding over his fingers. To his surprise, eh felt juices there already. He rolled his finger up slightly, and smiled as he watched her take in a sudden breath. Her mouth froze on Eric's schlong. Pierce felt her small clit like a pearl against the edge of his finger. He rolled it slightly, and then flicked it and gently began teasing it with just the tip of his finger. He untied her panties at the hip with his other hand, and then stripped them off. Janet did not even notice. She could not believe how nice his finger felt as it rolled and teased her throbbing love button. She came to her senses somewhat, and blushed when she realized even when she had been dazed that she was sucking on the hard shaft resting on her tongue. Janet twisted her head slightly, and then began bobbing up and down once again. She felt his other hand slip up the back of her thigh, and then two of his fingers, hard and long, began probing into the luscious folds of her pussy. The hair was sparse, and well trimmed, and his naughty finger on her clit had made the lips of her clam pout outward. Janet let out a deep breath, and looked over her shoulder into Piece's eyes. She felt Eric grab her hand and guide it to his rod, and said in a soft voice as her fingers wrapped about the black man's meat, "Mr. Pierce, I . . . Ohhhnnnnnn, god, I wish you wouldn't do that!" She gasped as he flicked her hard little clit, at the same time moving his fingers strongly in and out of her juicy cunt. "Ahhh, uhhnn, uh, uh, unnnnnnhhhhmmm!!!!!" Janet moaned. She started sliding her hand up and down the big shaft trapped in her fist. Pierce now had three fingers fucking in and out of her pussy. He applied pressure to her swollen clitoris, and at the same time pressed the tip of his thumb against her puckered asshole. "AHHHHHhnnnnnnnn, ohhn, ohn, ohn, ohnnnnnn, nooooooo," Janet moaned. Her fist moved mindlessly on Eric's fat, rock hard shaft as she shuddered in forbidden ecstasy. Piece's fingers and hands made the waves of the orgasm last much longer than normal, till she thought she was going to black out. Janet was not fully aware that she was now completely nude until she felt Pierce moving behind her. His hands squeezed her ass for a moment. Janet looked over her shoulder. "Wh . . . what are you going to do?" she asked softly. Her hand still moved on Eric's big piece of meat. He just squeezed her ass, and then slid his hands around the soft curve of her hips. Janet swallowed, and looked back around at Eric. Her sweaty fist was still sliding up and down the meat, as though it had a mind of its own. She looked beseechingly up into his eyes. He smiled down at her, and at the same time she felt Pierce's fat knob against the pouting lips of her pussy as Eric leaned forward. His cock head, which was leaking clear precum, brushed against her lips. Janet backed up slightly, and sighed softly when she felt Piece's knob slowly push into the wet folds of her pussy. His dick felt quite large. She was rubbing her juicy lips against Eric's cock head, and then she slowly pushed her tongue out and began licking his leaking crown. She would just ignore what Pierce was doing, she decided. She laved her tongue don the side of the dark shaft, then licked back up the thick under vein. She felt Pierce squeezing her hips, and the man pushed into her another inch. Even with her pussy wet, it was still amazingly tight. He watched as the slut tongued Eric, and continued rocking gently into the woman. She was breathing harder, and as he watched she slowly folded her lips over Eric's big dickhead. Pierce pushed all the way into her, and smiled as she allowed his thrust to push her forward till she was deepthroating Eric. God, this chick was a born slut, Pierce realized. He would make a ton of money off of her. He quit thinking about that as he began swaying back and forth, driving his own impressive rod in and out of her soft, silky pussy. When his flat hard stomach smacked into her ass, waves rolled through the lush flesh. Pierce smiled -- he could hear her moaning loudly around her mouthful of cock, and knew from the way her body was jerking she was having an orgasm. Janet realized naughtily that she was swaying back and forth between the two men. She had never had such a dirty sensation. She was impaling herself willingly on two cocks at once! She had to take her mouth off of Eric for a moment, just a moment. But as she was moving her head back his hand suddenly clamped on the back of her head. Just the flared knob was in her mouth now. She could not help but suck on the plum sized knob. She felt it expand in her mouth, and then her eyes widened as a jet of cum shot into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Janet did not stop to think about the fact that she was sucking and swallowing for all she was worth. Another jet of cum, and then another, and some was dripping out the corners of her mouth, but she ended up swallowing almost all of it. A moment later she felt Pierce jizzing deep in her pussy, his body pushing hers flat to the floor as Eric stepped out from in front of her. He fucked her in long strokes, all the while shooting off in her, until he felt the slim body beneath him buck in unrestrained lust. Pierce bit the back of her shoulder as he finished cumming. And then he to was climbing off of her. All of the men left the room then, leaving Janet Moore laying trembling on the thick rug. Ten minutes later she was dressed and heading towards home. Janet Moore Ch. 02 Two weeks had gone by, and Janet had still not heard from Jim Pierce. She could not believe she had allowed what had happened to happen. The thought of anyone using her for sex other than her husband revolted her, she told herself. They must have put some kind of drug in her drink. And two men at once! Janet shook her head, and slid open the door, then stepped out onto the pool patio. It was her third margarita of the afternoon, but it was such a hot day and the cold drinks tasted sooo good. She took a long sip and then almost choked when she heard a voice say, "Hey, Mrs. Moore, we didn't know you were home!" Janet licked her lips, and held her hand out to the young man. He looked familiar, but . . . . "Your husband said we could take a dip anytime, Mrs. Moore. We talked to him yesterday. This is my buddy Benny, by the way." "Um, pleased to meet you, Benny," she said softly. Both the boys were wearing brief swimming trunks, and they both had thick, well-cut bodies. She recognized Tom now – he used to cut their grass when he was sixteen, but he was much larger now. She knew he had been away at college, but hadn't realized what a good-looking man he had turned out to be. Janet realized with a start that the boys were staring at her body. She was wearing a one piece suit – she could never bring herself to wear a bikini – but it was a rather daring one piece, leaving a good deal of her creamy titflesh exposed to the boy's eyes. The high cut in the hips also showed off her tremendous ass. "You gonna join us?" Benny asked as Tom turned and with a loud whoop dove into the pool. "Um, no, I don't think so right now, Benny," she said. "I think I'll just get some sun." Benny grinned widely and let his eyes slide down to her large breasts before turning and running for the diving board. It seemed like not long ago – well, it had just been two years since Tom had cut their grass. She watched as his long, lean body sliced into the water, then let her eyes devour Benny's form. He was just slightly shorter than Tom, but thicker in the body. She could not help noticing that both the boys had rather large bulges in their swim trunks. Janet went and fetched another drink. Tom turned and smiled at Benny. He could not believe Mrs. Moore was staring at them like that, like they were pieces of meat. Well, he had always had a boner for this lady – he would be her piece of meat, there was no question of that. It was just like the man had said. The boys continued to climb in and out of the pool when Janet returned, and she continued watching them out of the corner of her eyes. That would do no harm, she thought. And anyway, it was hard not to stare at their tight, muscular bodies. Then she noticed that the bulges at their crotches were getting even more pronounced. One time, she actually saw the outline of Benny's penis. It looked quite large. And then she noticed him staring at her. She looked down, and realized with mortification that her plump nipples were easily visible through the thin bathing suit she had on. And worse than that, she realized that the two young men could even see her sex through the thin suit! I should get up and go in the house she thought, but instead she just turned over on her front. "Guys, I'm going to take a little nap," she said. "When you're done, just let yourselves out." "OK, Mrs. Moore," Tom smiled at her. The last thing Janet was was asleep, even ten minutes later when she heard the boys climbing out of the pool. She had her head resting on her forearms, and realized belatedly that the boys had a perfect view of her ass, and could probably see the sides of her big breasts. It was to late now – she was supposed to be asleep, after all. "Maybe we should wake her up," Benny said. "It doesn't look like she has any lotion on, and she could get brunt if we just leave her here." "Maybe we should just rub some lotion on her right fast – if she wakes up, we'll just tell what were doing." Janet's gut was tumbling nervously – she had put on quite a bit of lotion, actually, but the boys would not know that. "Mrs. Moore?" she heard Tom ask, but decided to continue to pretend she was asleep. A minute later she felt a warm stream on her left leg, going from her ankle halfway up her thigh. She bit her lip silently as the same was repeated across her bare shoulders and down onto her exposed back. Almost all of her back was bare, but there were some strings that crossed it. It was doing all she could not to gasp aloud when she felt Benny's hands slide onto her silky smooth calves. A moment later, and Tom was rubbing the lotion in on her back, his fingers trailing sexily over her flushed skin. His hands kneading the lotion into her shoulders felt delicious. Janet knew she should not be letting the boys touch her like that – she was using them! – but she could not help herself. Her nipples felt like they were about to explode. She noticed Benny squeezing her calves harder, and she stretched slightly before she could stop herself, and made a soft sound in her throat. Then his hands slid past her knees, till he was rubbing the lotion into the silky, smooth skin of her thighs. Janet struggled to control her breathing. It was time to put a stop to this, she said to herself, and pretended to awaken. She propped herself up on her arms, and looked over her shoulder. She realized to late that Tom's fingers had been on her ribcage – and now they were rubbing the exposed sides of her breasts. She expected him to jerk his fingers away, but instead they grew bolder, rubbing the lotion harder into the exposed flesh of her bosom. Seeing that she was awake, Benny squeezed her thighs a bit harder to, until she gasped softly, "What . . . what are you doing, guys? Please, take your hands off me!" "You were going to burn," Tom said, He could not believe she was letting him feel the soft flesh of her tittie. He pressed a bit harder, and saw her slight body jerk, but she said nothing as she stared at him. "We'll just finish up, and then be on our way. Is that ok?" "Umm, yeah . . . " Janet said. She felt his fingers all to well. Not that much of her breasts were exposed but he was making the most of it. Well, an additional little thrill, Janet thought to herself. After these boys were done getting their thrills, she would finger herself to an orgasm. She swallowed as Benny squeezed her thighs again – he had both hands on her left thigh, and then he was pulling it slightly, so that it parted from its mate. He slipped his hands up the insides of both her thighs. At the same time, she felt Tom's fingers pushing at the edge of her suit, trying to slip under it. He had just wormed his finger under the top when she pushed her self once again up on her elbows, so that just the tips of her tits were pressed lightly against the towel she was laying on. And once again, his hands stayed in the same position, so that as she raised herself it seemed only natural for his hands to slip further inside her swimsuit. She was about to protest when she felt Benny's hands on her ass, kneading the twin moons of her perfect buttocks strongly enough to bring a moan from her throat. As she lay there gasping, Tom pushed his hands far enough inside the swimsuit so that he was cupping her big, firm breasts completely. He trapped her stiff nipples between thumb and forefinger and pinched them while he squeezed the rest of the swollen globes. "AHHnnnnnn, noooo," Janet said softly. She could not help arching her back, pushing her ass out and back for more attention, and lifting herself slightly higher so that Tom would have an easier time getting to her tits. "Yeah, you like that don't you, Mrs. Moore," Tom said, and squeezed the soft flesh filling his hands harder. He was taken by surprise when the lady somehow wrenched herself around. She stood up, visibly trembling, her breasts heaving on her fine boned chest. "I'm going in," she said in what she hoped was a steady voice, and turned and walked away. She had stood up for herself! Janet thought. It wasn't much, but she was proud. God, her nipples were so stiff they hurt. Tom and Benny watched as she walked into the house, then they turned and smiled at each other. She had left the sliding glass door open when she went in. They grinned wider, and started for the house. Janet thought to herself that she had been displaying a little too much flesh. The bathing suit dipped low, so that her big, firm tits were covered by naught but two thin strips of fabric. The suit left all her back exposed, and the inside and outside of her breasts. She fixed another drink to steady her nerves, and had drunk half of it when she heard a voice from the living room. She walked in there, and stopped in shock at seeing the two boys. As she watched, Benny slid the wide door closed. Had she not closed it? "Mind if I get us a beer, Mrs. Moore?" Tom asked, and stepped past her into the kitchen. "Um, what do you guys think . . . I mean, you can't stay in here," she said stupidly. She found her eyes trailing down Benny's hard chest to his crotch, and quickly looked away when she realized she could see the stiff outline of his cock. It looked absurdly large, but she knew there was no way it was bigger than Eric's. She walked on rubbery legs to the couch, and sat down. A moment later, the boys sat down, one on either side of her. Tom smiled, and cracked open his beer, then took a huge swallow. "I told you guys you can't stay," Janet said again, but Tom just laughed. "Mrs. Moore, we just wanted to make sure your OK. You seemed like you had something going on out there. I mean, we were just rubbing some lotion on you, and it seemed like it was making you really horny." He smiled at her. Janet looked at him in surprise – she could not believe what he had just said. "Tom, I think you should leave before you embarrass yourself further," she said, and tried to keep her voice from trembling. She should get up, she should walk over there and open the door for them. Before she could do anything, Tom bent down as though to kiss her. She turned her head away, but his mouth went right to her slender, long throat. He nibbled at the skin there, his hot breath making small shivers race through Janet's body. She tilted her head slightly. "Tom, please, stop this before it's to late," she gasped softly. Normally Tom would have stopped, but this girl was acting just like the man had said she would. "You really like showing off your tits, don't you, Mrs. Moore?" he asked. And then he was sitting back, now looking openly at her breasts. She knew she should cover them, but he would just tell her not too. So she sat with her small fists pressed into the couch cushion, her back slightly arched. Her breasts stood out proudly from her chest, just smaller than coconuts. An enticing amount of tanned and pale flesh was visible. "Tell you what, I'll just rub the parts of your big titties that aren't covered by your suit. Let me do that for a couple of minutes, and then we'll go – you have my word." He reached up, and drew the pad of his forefinger over the outside slope of her right breast, began rubbing it gently. Janet tried to think. She started when she felt Benny's hand on her knee. He squeezed it reassuringly, as though he were on her side. She smiled at him, and tried to ignore the fact that now Tom was rubbing his palm against the outer slope of her breast. Well, he was already doing it. Janet licked her lips. Her head was spinning from the drinks she had had, but she believed he would stop. She slowly nodded. This time when he bent down she was not prepared; his lips sealed with hers before she could do anything, his fingers insistent on her heaving flesh, seeming to burn where they moved. His tongue was at her lips, and then somehow was in her mouth, probing and flicking, exploring . . . "MMmMmmm, mmmnnnnnn," Janet moaned. Her mouth slipped open a bit wider, and then she somehow tore her mouth from his. "I . . . I didn't say you could kiss me like that," she said. "And I didn't say you could put your hand on my . . . Ohnn. Oh, ohnn! On, on my knee," she said primly, looking at Benny. Tom's lips and tongue were at her throat again, drawing lines of fire down her throat. His mouth dropped lower this time, and then it was moving between her heavy breasts. She felt the swell of her cleavage against his face, felt his beard just barely coming in. His other hand pressed against the outside of her breast, mashing her big tittie against his face. "AAHHHnnnn, unh, mmmmmm!" Janet could not stop herself from moaning. The man had kept his word so far – he was not touching the part of her breast that was covered by the cloth. She failed to realize that he had pushed the cloth in enough so that the bare edges of her nipples could be seen. She felt Benny squeezing her knee again, and again said in as prim a voice as she could manage, "Benny, I told you to get your hand off my knee!" He just grinned at her, and said, "OK." Janet smiled at him, and then frowned when she felt his hand slip up onto her thigh. She forgot all about that as Tom began sucking at her silky titflesh. He was still pressing on the other side of hr tittie, squeezing it against his face, and now was sucking at her hot, heaving flesh. She stared down at him as he sucked more of the pliant, soft flesh into his mouth, and caught herself wishing that it was her stiff nipple in his mouth. "Ohn, god, tom, I wish you wouldn't do that!" Janet found herself saying. He sat up, licking his lips. "That's part of our deal, Mrs. Moore. Show me your tits, and I won't do that anymore. Wouldn't that be OK?" "No!" Janet snapped. She looked down at Benny's hand – it was midway up her thigh, and he was rubbing her flesh gently, as though he really cared about her. Janet bit her lip, but did not say anything. Tom slid his hand under the strip of fabric that covered her breast, and then was moving it aside. Janet stared down at him in shock as he so casually bared her left breast. "Tom, what do you . . . Tom!" she gasped, and tried to cover her breasts with her hands now. He let her cross her arms over her breasts, and then went about unfastening the ties of the bathing suit, until it was puddled about her wide, curvaceous hips. Janet stared at the young man in shock. He had just stripped her, and she had not said a word in protest. "Ok, let me see those tits, Mrs. Moore. You've been wanting to show them to us since we got over here. Anybody could see that." Janet shook her head. "I haven't," she said. "Couldn't we just . . . umn, couldn't you just kiss me or something?" "What do you think, Benny?" "Yeah, I guess that could work," Benny said. Janet looked back and forth between the two boys. Tom smiled down at her; then he was bending down. His lips found hers once again, and his tongue slipped into her panting mouth. Janet tilted her head slightly as the young man began kissing her deeper – she was a big fan of kissing, and Tom was very good at it. She felt Benny's hand on her thigh, rubbing higher, and then back lower, then slipping up the insides of her thighs a bit. She would tell him to stop when Tom was done kissing her, she thought to herself. She found herself kissing Tom back – she just couldn't help herself. She shifted slightly on the couch, and moved her hands slightly so that her plump, hard nipples were pressing against her palms. She rubbed them without thinking as Tom finally sat back. Janet licked her lips, and then turned her head as Benny's finger came up under her chin. His mouth met hers, and then his tongue was probing at her lips and teeth. Janet tried to back away, but his other arm was around her, his hand on her hip, keeping her from backing away. She tried to turn her head away, tried to mumble a protest, and that was when Benny's tongue slipped into her mouth. He was an even better kisser than Tom was. His tongue tasted of mint and coffee, and was the perfect measure of boldness and playful. The young wife tilted her head a bit more, and sucked softly on the deep kiss the boy was giving her. She felt his hand again on her thigh, and she shifted again on the couch. His skilled tongue and lips had Janet panting for breath. She battled his tongue with her own, lost in the sensations of the kiss, lost in the feel of his strong hand kneading the muscular flesh of her thigh. He slipped his hand up a bit higher. Janet moaned into the boy's mouth, and shifted slightly on the couch. "MMMMmmmmnnn, nnnnnnnoooooooo!" she gasped, tearing her mouth away from Benny's. His hand slipped up the last bit till he was rubbing her juicy pussy through the small bikini panties. Janet tried not to shut her eyes as his finger seemed to be guided magically to her throbbing clit. Janet stared up at Benny, breathing quickly as his fingers pushed harder against her already juicy pussy. The edge of his hand found her clit again just as she was about to protest: "Ohhnnnn, Benny, I . . . I didn't say you could – uhn, uhnnnnnn!!!" Janet wanted to protest more firmly, but the boy's hand was moving against her in just such a way. She realized with dismay that he was drawing her panties to one side, and then she gasped aloud as he slipped two fingers into the juicy folds of her clam. "Ohn, fuck, Benny, please, you really shouldn't touch me that way!!" she gasped helplessly. She reached out and laid a hand on the young man's shoulder, and then moaned softly when Tom reached up and cupped her suddenly exposed breast. He lifted the firm mound in his hand, and then began kneading the pale flesh strongly, paying special attention to Janet's pointy, puffy, engorged nipple. Janet had both hands pushed against the fabric of the couch now. Her legs were parted, and Benny was moving his fingers steadily in and out of her juicy pussy. He pulled the swimsuit further to the side, and smiled at the carefully trimmed bush the woman was wearing. His thumb flicked against her clit, and she gasped and cried out as Tom's mouth closed over her left nipple. He bit down playfully, and then Janet was almost blacking out from the force of the orgasm. She shuddered and cried out helplessly. Before she knew what was happening she was stretched out on the couch. She blinked when she saw Benny settling between her slim thighs. She looked down and saw his big, rock hard rod. It flattened against her curved belly for a moment, feeling huge. "You like the looks of that, Mrs. Moore?" he asked. His tool moved down a bit, and Janet bit her lip when she felt the spongy knob at the entrance to her juicy clam. Her cuntlips, already swollen from the boy's naughty fingers, seemed to stretch out and embrace the young man's flared cock knob. Janet made a noise deep in her throat as she lifted her legs up slightly. She made another noise as she felt the hardness underneath the spongy knob – then that hardness was pressing against her, pressing into her. Her head lay back on the pillow, and she clawed at his shoulders as his fat prick bulled its way into her tight, juicy pussy. "Fuck, fuck, fuck me you bastard, fuck me with your giant cock!!!! OHHNNNN, YYEESSSSSSS," Janet screamed as she got off. She felt Jim turn her head with his finger, and automatically opened her mouth when she felt his big fat knob against her juicy lips. She moaned and stared up at him as he fed three, then four and five inches into her helpless mouth. Jim stared down at her as Benny began fucking her in earnest. He braced himself on the couch, and began swaying his hips, driving his stiff cock into her mouth in slow swaying strokes. He grinned when he noticed her cheeks hollowing slightly – he could feel her sucking on him, could feel her little tongue curling around his shaft, then around the head of his cock as he pulled it out. Janet Moore Ch. 02 She began making strangled noises deep in her throat, and Jim realized the woman was getting off again. He had never seen a woman have so many orgasms. Janet slurped loudly as she sucked at Tom's fat prick. Benny, driving his cock strongly in and out of her, was making her body lurch every time he thrust forward. Janet's big, firm breasts wobbled prettily on her fine boned chest, and the motion made it easier for her to tilt her head. Jim grunted, and shifted slightly, then was sinking his dick a bit further into her hungry mouth. He stared down at the beauty as she gobbled his cock. He was not moving now, she was driving her own mouth up and down his fat rod. Janet was moaning loudly as the boys fucked her, her body pulsing from one long chain of lewd sensations. She pulled her mouth off of Jim's dick and said in a ragged voice, "Fuck me hard, Benny, pleeeeaaase, fuck me haaaarrrdd!" as she got off yet one more time. Benny did as she asked, rutting into the woman strongly. Janet reached up and began squeezing her breasts, making panting moaning noises as Benny kept pounding her. Then the young man was groaning loudly. His body stiffened, and Janet Moore continued pumping him with her hips. "That was fuckin' great!" he exclaimed as he got up off the couch. Janet blinked at him, and then looked at Jim as he pulled her off the couch, made her lean over it. Janet looked at the young man over her shoulder as he arranged her the way she wanted. She poked her ass in the air, and said in a soft voice, "What are going to do to me?" "What do you think, bitch?" he answered, his hands on her hips. "Uhhnnnnn, that's sooo nice, Jim!" she whispered as she felt his fat prick shouldering its way into her wet, used clam. She pulsed with lust as the boy began fucking her hard. She could tell that he was not even concerned about her at that moment. He wanted to get off, and that was why he had bent her over the couch. He was using her like a fuck toy! She realized, and got off one more time even as he started spewing his seed deep into her belly.