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Janet

By: enjoy



That bitch was over two hours late. We had specifically made reservations at the Uber Cafe, one of the hippest and most elegant restaurants in the city. A lone musician was all that was left of the jazz band. He played a tenor saxophone in a quick succession of rolling notes that seemed to melt together, like the remains of the candle in front of me had melted into its waxen puddle.

My eyes were cloudy in the dim lighting of the restaurant, and I felt the need to urinate. I got up, hoping that if she came in, she would talk to the maitre d'hotel.

A moment later, as I emerged from the gentlemen's room, there she was. I tried to muster up some civility, as I was long past rage.

"Janet," I crooned in a low tone. "I'm sure there must be some reason--"

"Shhhh." Jan placed her hand over my lips. I had to admit that it felt good. "Honey," she continued. "I am so sorry that I am late. I had a car accident. It is rather minor, but it unfortunately delayed me for some time. . ."

"So, was there much damage?" I asked, politely.

"HOW CAN YOU BE SO INSENSITIVE?!" she stage-whispered at me, indignantly. "You didn't even ask me if I was all right!" Her face was twisted into a mask of rage.

"I'm sorry." I said. "It's just that we agreed to meet two hours ago. If this were an isolated incident--"

"WHAT? NOW YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME?" she was almost shouting at me in her "discreet" stage whisper. She grabbed my hand, and practically dragged me out to the parking lot. "My jacket. . ." I pulled at her hand.

"COME ON!" She pulled on my hand. She showed me a large dent on the side of the car. "The bastard that hit me-- well, I'm sure it wasn't his fault -- but he hit me and didn't even stop. I was almost here, too. I had to have the policeman run his license plate in order to track him down. HE is going to see ME in court." Her face was desperate.

"Gosh, I'm sorry, honey -- that's too bad." I said as sincerely as I could.

"You don't sound sorry. . . Can't I get just a little sympathy, here? You don't need to be such a bastard about it--" It was clear that she had begun one of her little tirades. "Don't you see? I'm completely helpless-- completely at your mercy. I need you to care -- care for me. All I ask is for just a little sympathy, maybe a kind remark --"

"Oh, honey, I am so sorry this happened." I tried, again.

"Why are you interrupting me? First, you make me feel bad, and then you interrupt me?" I could see tears in her overly large, blue eyes. She was so beautiful. I just wanted to-- but she would just get angry with me if I mentioned it. Her long blonde hair hung in a shiny broad wave, covering one of her now red-rimmed eyes. The curve of her cheek was so smooth and fair.

"--and I would think that you could at least listen to me!" She choked out, past her tears of frustration.

"I'm sorry." I repeated.

"You never listen to me, why can't you just leave me ALONE!" She screamed.

"So what do you want from me, right now?" I asked. I knew this game all too well. She would continue berating me until I lost my temper, and then she would play "poor little me." Maybe I could short circuit it, this time. Before she could reply, I raised my voice at her.

"LISTEN. THIS ACCIDENT IS JUST A MINOR THING. THIS IS NOT THE END OF THE WORLD. LOOK AT YOURSELF. YOU ARE JUST FINE. IT IS CLEAR--"

"Why can't I get any sympathy?" She looked at me, pleadingly. "I don't understand why I can't get any sympathy? I've been waiting all week for just a little affection, a little love--"

I lost it-- just like both she and I knew I would.

"Why don't you just go and get fucked, LITTLE GIRL! I'm not your FUCKING NURSEMAID. Every FUCKING day something goes wrong for you, you BITCH! It NEVER ends! It's just one crisis after another!" I walked away from her, back into the restaurant. She ran after me.

"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" she yelled, as she followed me into the restaurant. "AND NOW YOU'RE EMBARASSING ME, MAKING A SCENE!" she yelled, as she followed me. I grabbed my jacket.

"Do you need a ride?" I asked her, with ice in my voice, as I settled my bill.

"YOU ARE JUST A COMPLETE BASTARD!" she yelled at me.

I walked out of the restaurant. I figured I'd go home--at least that way I would get some peace. I opened my car door.

"I'll talk to you, later." I said, by way of dismissal.

"Are you blowing me off?" Janet said, incredulously. "I can't believe it. You are such a COMPLETE bastard!"

"My ears are tired. I'm going home." I said. I sat down in my car. I pushed her hand off of the car door so that I could close it. I started the engine of my car. I backed out of the parking space, and drove off. I left her, standing there next to her scratched car. An hour later, I got home. Of course the answering machine was blinking, but I restrained myself from checking the messages. The phone started ringing. I turned off the ringer, and let the answering machine pick it up.

"Mark. . . This is Janet. . . I just wanted to give you the chance to apologize, again. I can't keep on--just taking it. I take it from you, and the people at work, and all of my friends. . . people are so mean to me. Don't I deserve to be treated better than this? I don't think I can take this, anymore--" I shut off the volume on the answering machine, and contemplated this state of affairs.

You know, I think that if it weren't for the pure lust, I wouldn't have anything to do with Janet. She was so beautiful. Her long, blonde hair framed her heart-shaped face in broad waves of glossy color, accented with a perfect blend of mascara and pale lipstick. Her head sat atop a long, elegant neck which connected to her small dancer's body. Her small shoulders framed only moderately-sized breasts, but her toned abdomen made them seem all the larger. Her firm ass rode high, not even making a crease where it met her thighs-- despite her oh-so-womanly hips--and her thighs extended into long, coltish legs that rivaled any teenager's. She was a knockout.

I felt like she was almost taunting me-- it was as if she was trying to trap me into this horrible arrangement. Yet, I couldn't quite muster the strength to leave her, when she told me she needed me, and looked at me with her bedroom eyes. I suppose that she wasn't that bad, really. I must have liked her, because I kept going back for more. I went over and turned the answering machine volume back on.

"--and my car is broken down. COME ON, MARK! PICK UP THE PHONE!--"

I listened to her message, wondering about this latest crisis.

"--I'm stuck in the warehouse district. I'm using a public phone near . . . Sparky's Auto Repair. It's closed--permanently, I think. I can wait around for a while, but it's really cold. . .Please help me."

I picked up the phone.

"Mark--is that you? I can't forgive you, for earlier, but come pick me up. I can't believe that you left me there. My car WAS working fine, but it stopped working, maybe because I was hit. I'm at the corner of 4th and 10th, near Sparky's Auto Repair. I'm cold--"

"I'll come pick you up." I said. I was still mad, so I hung up. Let her stew in her own juices, I say.

I went out to my car. I just had a tuneup, so it started perfectly, of course. I pulled smoothly out of my driveway. It would take me almost forty-five minutes to get to where she was, but fuck her. I wasn't going to speed just because she screwed up, again. God damn. What the hell was wrong with her? I sped up, a little, since the highway was nearly empty. It was nearly three o'clock in the morning. God, I was so exhausted.

Finally, I pulled up next to a closed down gas station with a big sign with peeling paint: "Sparky's Auto Repair: we give good rates and insurance estimates." I didn't seem Janet around. I opened my door, and stepped out.

"Janet!" I called out. "Where are you, Janet?" I got nothing.

I walked over to the building which adjoined Sparky's. It was a large, abandoned warehouse. Janet's car was parked on the street nearby. She wasn't near her car.

"Janet!" I called, again. I walked over to the warehouse. The door seemed to be open to the cool night air. I faintly heard something echoing, inside.

"Janet!" I called out. I peered into the warehouse. It seemed to be pitch black. I could hear movement inside. It sounded like groaning. My adrenaline picked up. I could feel my shoulders trembling a bit. I looked around for a weapon, but all I could find was a small flashlight. I tested it against my hand. It worked. I crept slowly into the warehouse, until my eyes gradually adjusted to the nearly pitch black darkness. I heard the quiet mumbling of a few deep voices, and the groaning. What the hell?

As my eyes adjusted, the picture became clearer. Several shapes loomed in the dark. There was a figure in the middle of the warehouse floor, face down. A huge man appeared to be pumping his hips against the naked buttocks of the figure that was lying down. I could barely see, but the figure on the floor had distinctly feminine curves. "Janet?" I whispered cautiously. Neither the woman nor the large men around her heard me, apparently. I could hear the men mumbling to each other.

". . . oh god. . .uh . . .fuck me . . . uh. . . fuck my ass . . .uh . . . uh . . .uh. . ." She grunted.

Oh my God. She was enjoying it, the masochistic bitch. I slunk along the wall, closer so that I could see what was going on. As I crept into the shadows, I could see Janet and the figure of a man in the moonlight which filtered in through the open door to the warehouse. An enormous, muscular man straddled her ass, his penis alternately glistening in the pale light as he thrust in and out from between her ass cheeks. He pulled his dick out, and walked around to her front. With his back to me, it was still clear what he was up to. I could hear a slurping sound as he kneeled in front of her face.

". . . suck it, you bitch. . ." The man's voice was very deep. He grunted one last time in orgasm, them he seemed to notice my presence behind him.

"Hey, Sparky," he said casually. "Just another Saturday night special. Want some? She doesn't take much convincing. "

I grunted. "uh, uh."

"Whatever. Just stay the hell out of our way."

I heard a small voice pipe up. "You're not going to rape me again, are you? Please don't rape me again. I don't think I can take any more rape. Please don't rape my ass. Don't hit my ass. Don't fuck my ass really hard. . ." This wasn't my Janet.

Another man fished his penis out from his pants, fumbling in the darkness.

"My turn," he said. "You're going to take it in-the-ass-again-bitch." He didn't seem to be able to muster much enthusiasm. I could see as he played with his flaccid penis, trying to stimulate an erection. Finally, it seemed to be hard enough. Without ceremony, he sat down on the back of her thighs, and carefully inserted his cock between Janet's ass cheeks. He pushed his dick in.

"GOD DAMM! You're fucking tight for already had the shit fucked out of you!" He muttered. As I watched, he started pumping his hips. Before he could even get a rhythm, I saw him grunt in orgasm. "Jesus! What a tight ass--you've got to try this, Mojo."

Mojo stepped out from the shadows. I wasn't even sure how many men were in this room, but Mojo didn't even look like a man. He was huge, with a shaggy mane of hair, maybe Samoan -- as best as I could tell in the almost non-existent light. He was buck naked, except for something hanging around his neck. All of the other men didn't seem to want to be naked. He had an unmistakably enormous, erect penis. He settled down behind Janet like a dog finding it's place to rest. He pulled on something underneath Janet -- a rug or something-- so that she slid back, somewhat. Her thighs were spread wide, and her rump was still pointed at the rafters. The Samoan slipped behind her, spreading her thighs even wider, and pushed his rod into her. I could hear a wet-squishy sound as he pressed himself into her. Then he began to pump.

I watched as he began to thrust, harder. Janet started to grunt rhythmically, in time with his thrusts. I slipped a hand down inside my pants, and fondled my penis inside my pants. I was getting hard watching this. I stroked my penis, stretching the skin over the sensitive membranes underneath. It felt so good. I looked around, but I figured that no one could see me.

I opened my fly, slowly and soundlessly. Meanwhile, the big Samoan kept pumping away. I heard Janet crying.

"Oh god. It hurts. . . it's so big. Fuck my ass with your horse cock. . .you horse cock in my ass. . . fuck me. . .oh god oh god ohGodohGod--" Janet sobbed. She wailed and cried. "I'm cumming. . . oh, NO! NO-no-no-no-no! Yes! Oh God, yes!"

I spurted my semen, which plopped in big drops to the floor. The Samoan kept on fucking her, like some sort of rape machine -- and she loved it. "Oh god. . . uh . . .uh . . . uh . . . uh. . ." she grunted in time with his thrusts.

I flipped on my flashlight.

"What the fuck, Sparkey? Shut that fucking flashlight off!"

I sprayed the room with the blinding glare of the flashlight. Janet continue grunting with the slap! slap! of Mojo, was it?, fucking her. I pointed the flashlight at my own face, so that Janet could see that it was me. Then I pointed my flashlight at her naked, writhing body.

The sound of her grunts carried well in the darkness, but when I focused the beam of the flashlight on her -- she only stared up at me, silently, with her heart-shaped face. She lay face down, almost prone against the carpet, as the large Samoan continued fucking her from behind, his hips slapping resoundingly against her ass, his huge penis thrusting between her buttocks.

As I rotated the beam of my flashlight around the cavernous room, I could see that there must have been at least twenty others--wordlessly waiting. One man was unabashedly masturbating , nearly naked, crouching nearby. Another man stepped back into the darkness before I could see his face clearly--but it was clear that he was also waiting, patiently and assuredly, for his turn.

Finally, I shut off my flashlight, and turned to walk away. Without looking back, I strode towards the moonlit silhouette of the open doors of the warehouse. The normally comfortable leather seats were no consolation to me as I closed the driver's side door of my car in resignation--she was no longer of my world. There was little use in waiting for the inevitable. I started the engine, and quietly drove on to the highway.

Janet



As I drove into the street my mind went back to that night several years previously when we had spoken about her desires.

Janet had been a good friend for some time, always enjoying a laugh and a joke with me. A couple of years older than me, she had looked after herself particularly well, her looks belying her age. To be perfectly honest, I had been secretly lusting after her for some time!

It had been a particularly drunken night, and just for a bit of 'shock value' I had slipped some reference to my interest in bondage into the conversation. Expecting her to have a good laugh and change the subject rapidly, I was more than a little surprised to find that she opened up to me on her desires.

Her long time partner wasn't particularly interested in sex, climb on, hump for a minute, cum, roll over and go to sleep seemed to be his style. Janet told me that she had secretly yearned to be tied up and be fucked, to be submissive to someone who knew how to use her for his enjoyment.

Somewhat shocked by this revelation (not being the response I had expected!) I jokingly told her that if she ever needed someone to use her in this way, she should give me a call. Janet flashed one of her wide smiles and promptly changed the subject. We chatted aimlessly for another hour before going our separate ways home.

I had moved away shortly after that for work reasons, but we had always kept in touch now and again. She had called me that night, but sounded a bit nervous.

"Hi, it's Janet..." She spoke softly.

"Hi Janet, how are you?" I smiled.

"Oh, I'm.... fine...... I've just called to erm.... ask you..... errr..."

"You OK?" I asked "Is anything the matter?"

"No, nothing.. I just need to ask you something...... A favour..."

"Ok," I replied, intrigued, "go ahead..."

"Errr..... can you... erm... remember that err... conversation we had?" she said "About... errr... bondage and stuff?"

"MMmm!" I replied grinning.

"Could you... erm... would you.. be err.. interested in erm.. helping out?"

"You want me to tie you up?" I exclaimed.

"Yes please...."

"And make you my slave??"

"Yes......." she sighed.

"You will have to follow my orders, do things you maybe don't want to do..."

"I realise that..." she whispered

"And be punished if you misbehave, or should I think you deserve it..."

There was a short silence on the other end of the phone.

"Yes, I understand......."

"When and where?" I asked.

"Saturday..... my house..."

"OK" I replied "I'll email you with some instructions, if I don't hear back from you, I'll take it that you want to go ahead with it and I'll see you at 2pm Saturday."

"Thank you" she sighed "see you then..."

All week, I had been unable to focus on anything but this Saturday. Now I was outside Janet's house, and she was ready to submit to me. I had a feeling that this was going to be special.

I got out the car and grabbed my bag from the back seat. I walked down the drive and knocked at the door.

I could see movement behind the frosted glass in the door panel, and the door opened.

"Hi!" I smiled.

"Hi.." She smiled nervously back at me, let me enter and locked the door behind me.

Janet knelt down in front of me and looked up at me.

"Master." She spoke softly... "My body is yours to do with as you please..."

I smiled and helped her back to her feet.

"Please.." I whispered "you will call me Sir, until such time that you have accepted me as your true master"

"When will that be... Sir?" she asked.

"Only you will be able to know that.. I trust that I will be an able teacher, and I will be able to make that moment clear in your mind"

I held her hands in mine and looked at her in the eyes.

"Thank you for choosing me" I smiled. "I hope that I can justify your faith in me by teaching you well.."

I pulled her close and hugged her. "You have the safe word should it get too much?" I whispered.

"Yes Sir, I have memorised it, but I will refrain from using it unless I feel danger" she whispered back "As you requested"

I stood back and looked her up and down. She had dressed as I had asked, a tight, sleeveless top, obviously wearing no bra!, a reasonably tight fitting skirt to her to just above her knees, black stockings and stiletto heels. As I requested, she had removed all her jewelry.

"Just perfect!" I grinned

"Thank you Sir," she smiled back, "Now how would you like me to begin with?"

"Making me a cup of coffee!" I replied "It's a long drive you know!"

Janet seemed disappointed that I hadn't given her a kinky instruction, but walked over and put the kettle on anyway.

"I'll put my bag upstairs!" I said.

I slowly climbed the stairs and entered the bedroom. As requested, the curtains were closed, there was a freshly laundered quilt cover on the quilt on the bed, and 2 small bottles on the table. Baby lotion and KY jelly. I was impressed!

I came back downstairs and back into the kitchen. Janet was standing, staring out of the window. I slowly walked up behind her, put my hands around in front of her and cupped her breasts. She moaned softly and moved her hands down the front of my trousers.

"Now Now!" I scolded. "Not unless you have permission!"

"I'm sorry Sir, I forgot..." she replied sheepishly.

"Any more of that & I'll have to punish you!" I laughed.

The kettle boiled and she made two cups of coffee.

"Time for a little chat..." I said, "Lets go in the front.."

We walked into the sitting room and sat down. 

"Now" I said "Once you leave the room and go upstairs, you will be my property, to do with as I see fit, I have a number of things planned, some will be very pleasurable, some will be a little humiliating, some will push you further than you can imagine and some will just hurt you."

I gave her a moment to think about it.

"I will continue until I have finished my planned tests for you, or until you use the safe word, whichever is earlier. Do you understand?"

She nodded her head in agreement.

"Do you wish to start now?" I asked.

"Yes Sir"

"Good, now one more instruction... Unless I give you permission, you will avert your gaze from my face at ALL times.. Do you understand?"

Janet nodded again, and looked down at the floor.

"There's a good girl" I smiled. "Now run along upstairs and position yourself at the foot of the bed, legs apart and hands on the knobs on the bottom of the bed please. I'll be up in a minute."

I sipped the last of my coffee as I heard her go up the stairs, open the door and position herself as requested.

Once again, I let her wait for a few minutes before following.

I walked into the bedroom, Janet was standing as I had indicated, staring intensely forward at the wall. Wandering around behind her, I gazed at the wonderful sight, her dress tight across her backside, the outline of her suspenders visible through the thin material, and her shapely legs, held apart for my inspection. I ran my hands over her butt.

"Very nice!" I whispered, "very nice indeed..."

I moved my hands down her thighs, and legs, paying attention to the back of her knees, calves and ankles. Opening my bag, I pulled out two leather cuffs and fastened one to each of her ankles, pulling each one tight before buckling it. Standing up again, I gently kissed both of her shoulders before attaching cuffs to her wrists as well.

Moving my attentions back to her ass, I unfastened her skirt, unzipped it and let it fall to the floor. As I had asked her, she wore no panties, the gentle softness of her cheeks were now exposed invitingly...

Standing back slightly, I ran my hands over them, gently probing between them, and lingering around her inner thighs.

"Is that nice?" I teased

"Mmm yes!" She purred wriggling her bum in an attempt to divert my touches to her pussy.

I moved my right hand away and brought it down on her cheeks with a loud slap.

Janet jumped in shock, and looked around as if to protest.

"Don't look at me when I'm punishing you!" I shouted "You were trying to pleasure yourself, and that won't do!"

She looked away again "Sorry Sir.." she muttered.

"I will be the one who decides how, and when you are pleasured! You belong to me now!"

Bringing my hand down another 3 times, I reminded her of her position now,

Moving away, I took my clothes off and folded them in a neat pile. Then I sat in the chair facing the bed.

"Turn around." I instructed. "And crawl to me on your hands and knees!"

She did as I asked and came over to me.

"Now suck on this..." I commanded, pushing my cock ITO her face. 

Janet took my cock into her mouth and began to suck, her cheeks hollowed as she greedily took me inside. God, she was fucking good at this! Working away like a little whore on my cock, she soon had me as hard as I had ever been. If there was a 'Nobel cock sucking prize', Janet would be the winner, so skillful she was.. This was heaven!

I opened my eyes after a couple of minutes and caught sight of her fingering herself as she sucked me. I jumped up.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing??" I demanded

"Sucking your cock, as you requested Sir.." She worriedly replied.

"Not while you finger yourself you're not!" I stormed.

"Did I give you permission to finger yourself??"

"N N No Sir, But I thought."

"But NOTHING!" I shouted, "You don't think, you DO as you're told, no questions, no hesitation!"

"I'm Sorry Sir..." 

"Time for you to learn a lesson. Off with your top, and lie on the bed. NOW!"

Janet quickly removed her top and ran to the bed.

"Arms and legs outstretched!" I ordered, She complied immediately

I grabbed four pieces of webbing and attached one to each corner of the bed. Starting with her wrists, I passed the webbing through the rings on each cuff and roughly pulled her arms to the top corners of the bed. I moved to the bottom and pulled her legs apart before pulling them tightly to the bottom corners and fastening them there.

Wandering over to my bag again, I returned with a riding crop and held it to her face.

"Kiss this!" I said roughly.

She looked at the leather end of the crop in trepidation.

"KISS IT!" I demanded

She puckered her lips and kissed what she knew was going to give her so much pain.

"Can you count to ten?" I asked her.

"Yes Sir... Why?"

"No fucking questions!" I replied, annoyed.

I ran the crop over her small breasts, caressing her nipples, gently.

Raising the crop up, I brought it down on her left nipple. Her body convulsed at the assault on her, letting out a scream...

"Number?" I asked "One..." She panted "Good girl.." I brought the crop down on her right nipple "FUUCCCKKKK" she cried as the pain shot through her. "NUMBER?" I demanded "Two.." she was gasping in pain "Three..." she shouted, arching her body at the impact "Four....." she screamed, not really knowing what she was counting anymore "Fucking hell!!" she screamed through clenched teeth as the crop came down again "NUMBER??" "F.. Five..." she gasped, wanting it to stop... "You have the safe word, my dear.. do you want to use it?" I teased.

Janet shook her head. I was very impressed!

Down came the crop again. "SIX!" she screamed "SEVEN!!" beads of perspiration ran down over her body... "OH GOD!!!! EIGHT!"... she knew it was nearly over... Pain seared through her again.. "NINE!!!" her body arched in response.

"One more my dear.." I taunted. "Would you like me to stop?"

She found herself shaking her head... The pain was intense, but she found herself actually wanting me to complete her punishment. She needed to endure it for me.

"Do you want me to finish your punishment?" I whispered

"Yes Sir....." She whispered back. "Please finish it...."

I teased her red, swollen nipple with the end of the crop, before bringing it down one last time.

"Ten!!" She yelled, almost in triumph before a violent climax overcame her.

I stood and watched as she twisted and arched her back, gasping and panting as she enjoyed her first climax, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she had been in so much pain just moments before.

Several minutes passed before her body recovered from her climax. She became aware of the ache from her nipples once again. Opening her eyes, she glanced down at her breasts and groaned at the sight of her nipples, erect, and looking very sore.

Moving around the the bottom of the bed, I stood between her outstretched legs and spoke.

"Did I give you permission to cum?"

Janet looked up an remembered the rules. She swallowed hard.

"No Sir...." She sighed despondently. "I did not have permission to cum..."

"You have disobeyed me again!" I exclaimed, "Technically, I should punish you again"

Her heart sank. She knew that being punished again, at this time, would be far more than she could take.

"I am truly sorry Sir.... I accepted the punishment, even begging you to complete it..... I couldn't help myself...."

Looking into her eyes, I could tell that she was upset at not being able to contain her climax.

"OK then" I smiled," Since it is your first time, and you took your punishment well, I will forgive you this once. But, it is something we will have to work on. You must learn that you must follow my instructions."

"Thank you Sir, I was not prepared for the intensity of the experience. I will know what to expect next time, and hopefully control myself better."

"You certainly will!" I laughed "There will be NO second chances!"

Untying her wrists and ankles, I instructed her to sit on the floor at the side of the bed, her back against the bed, and her legs open as far as she could. I took 2 lengths of rope and threaded them through the rings on her ankle cuffs, then passed them through the rings on her wrist cuffs, and pulled her arms forward towards her ankles, pulling her back away from the bed.

"Comfortable?" I asked.

"The backs of my legs are hurting, sitting like this..." she complained

"So?... " I looked at her. "Are you complaining?"

"No Sir, it was just an observation..." She backed down, not wishing to suffer again so quickly.

"Good then!" I grinned, walking over to my bag.

"You're really good at sucking cocks, aren't you?"

"Yes Sir" She replied, blushing slightly. "It's one of my favourite things!"

"try this..." I smiled, holding a silver metallic coloured vibrator to her lips. "Show me how much you enjoy it..."

Janet gazed at the object at her lips and smiled. Puckering her lips, she began to kiss the end of it, then licking the end, long, slow motions with her tongue, caressing it lovingly, before opening her lips and taking it inside.

I watched in wonder as she worked on it, enjoying the sight of her enjoying every moment of having it in her mouth.

God, she was wonderful!!

I let her play for five minutes, imagining it was my cock in her mouth.

"That's enough of that!" I said, pulling the vibrator from her mouth.

Janet looked at my cock, standing to attention before her.

"Did you enjoy that?" she laughed.

"SHUTUP!" I shouted... I felt myself blushing.... "Just who do you think is in charge here!!!"

"Sorry.. Sir" she chuckled....

"Legs still aching... are they?" I mocked.

"Humph! yes...." She sighed.

"Let's see if we can fit this up here then.." I grinned, kneeling down between her legs. I held the vibrator up to her pussy lips and pushed.

She was so wet, it just slipped it. Janet moaned softly.

"Because you're leaning forward.." I laughed, "That's not going to slip out. it's in there until I take it out!"

I picked up the remote control and turned it on.

Her body moved slightly as the vibrator sprang into life, the soft vibrations filling her pussy.

Standing between Janet's outstretched legs, I held my cock to her lips. Just as she had demonstrated with the vibrator, she used her skilled lips and tongue on me, gradually teasing my cock into her warm mouth. Her lips closed around me, I could feel the sensation of her tongue moving all over my cock, occasionally, her teeth rubbed against me as she sucked and sucked.

I slowly began moving my hips, fucking her wonderful mouth deeper and deeper. I flicked the switch on the remote into it's second position, just as I felt my cock on the back of her throat. Her nostrils flared as she felt this new intensity inside her and tried to breath deeper.

I was getting so close to cumming by this time, I grabbed handfuls of her hair and really started pushing my cock deep into her mouth. I flicked the switch to it's last position. The vibrator started thrusting inside her, as well as vibrating noisily. I could feel her body tensing as she neared orgasm again.

"No fucking cumming 'til I say!" I tersely reminded her.

I presumed from the 'grunt' that Janet had heard!

On the brink now, I started to ease off, teasing her to hold out a long as possible. before pushing myself in harder and harder....

"NOW!" I yelled, as I emptied myself into her mouth. I could feel her body shuddering under her own climax as my cock pumped time and again into her.

I managed to turn off the vibrator, much to Janet's relief, and slowly withdrew my cock from her mouth. I noticed a small dribble of cum running down her chin. Scooping it up with my finger, I pushed it into her mouth.

"Don't want to waste any do you?" I smiled.

Janet looked at me as if to say 'Please..... no more'

I untied her and helped her onto the bed, face down. After massaging the backs of her legs for a minute, to help her recover from her uncomfortable position, I rolled her over onto her back and kissed her.

"Enough for today, my little one.." I smiled. "You have endured enough for your first time."

She looked at me with her big brown eyes and smiled.

"Thank you... Master"



Janet



Let me tell you about my infatuation with my paper carrier. Before you start to think of me as some sort of pervert (which I may very well be) my carrier is not a young girl or boy. She is a very attractive woman in her early 40’s. I’ve known her for a number of years, even before she delivered the paper. Janet is very friendly and will always stop and talk for a minute on her route. A couple of times I asked her in and she would sit and visit. Every time she would come in however, my dick would get hard as a rock and I would look like a klutz trying to hide it.

 One day, a few weeks back I asked her to stop back when she was done with her route so I could pay her. I was surprised that she said she would, figuring that she would just say to leave it out for the next day. I was, for the next half hour figuring out how I was going to get into her drawers. On that day she must have come right from her regular job to her route because she was dressed in a skirt and blouse. I asked her in and asked her to have a seat while I looked for the check. She sat down, crossed her legs and her skirt rode up high above her knee. I found the check and when I turned to face her I could see far enough up her skirt to notice that she had on stockings and garters. 

I kept staring to see if I could see if she was wearing panties but couldn’t tell. It didn’t make any difference though because by then I was standing there, holding the check, staring up her skirt and sporting a huge woody, and this time there was no hiding it. She said “Is that for me?”  “Huh” I said, thinking she was referring to my cock. “Is that check, for me?” this time glancing at the front of my jeans where my dick was making a tent. “Yes, they.. I mean IT is!” handing her the check She smiled thanked me and said that she better get going. Being the wizard I am with women, I mumbled something and watched her go. I decided that it would never come to pass that she would be interested in an affair with a middle aged fat guy so I resolved myself to the fact that I’d only have her while whacking off.

 Then the other day she was delivering the paper in the rain wearing a white pullover top and jean skirt. Running from the car to doorsteps along her route, caused the top to get wet and somewhat transparent. I happened to be by the door (really!) when she dropped the paper off and I said something inane about it raining all the while staring at her tits. She smiled, handed me the paper turned to go back to the car, and out of my mouth came “Why don’t you stop by when your done and I’ll dry you off!!!!!!!!”  She stopped cold, turned back and looked at me. I figured I ‘d stepped over the line, “Did I say that out loud” I asked rhetorically. Janet smiled and ran through the rain to her car.

 I was so upset about what I blurted out the I didn’t even bother to watch her tight ass and bouncing tits as she ran. I’m thinking what if she tells my wife what I said, or her husband, “I’m fucked” I thought as I a got a beer and sat down to contemplate my foolishness. About 30 minutes later there is a knock at the door and when I open it Janet is standing there, still wet, still wearing the see thru top and very prominent nipples staring me right in the face. “Well, are you going to leave me standing out here in the rain, or are you going to ask me in.?” “Come in please” I said. “I’m glad you came back because I wanted to explain my stupid rem….”  “Didn’t you say something about drying me off” Janet interrupted as she walked into the kitchen.

 I apparently wasn’t catching on because I again tried to explain. “Listen, about what I said” at this point I glanced at her tits and it hit me. When she was here earlier, her top was wet and transparent but she definitely had a bra on. Now I could clearly see the stiff nipples of her now braless tits. “Drying me off?” she said again. OK I don’t have to get hit with a ton of bricks all the time. I went and got a towel and began drying her face and neck. I moved to her shoulders and back and suggested getting her a robe to put on so she could put her top and skirt in the dryer. “How would I explain dry skirt and top and wet bra and panties to my husband?” she asked. 

With that she pulled the top over her head and while I stared at her tits and hard nipples, she continued “I took them off in the car” and she slowly raised her skirt to show me her smooth shaven pussy. I took the towel and began to rub it over her tits and her nipples became even stiffer. “Any other wet spots?” I asked. “Just one, but I don’t think the towel will dry it”  She moved up to me and kissed, using a lot of tongue. She then slid her hand down and curled her fingers around my cock which by this time was busting my jeans (again). “Does this need drying?” “No” I said, “It needs wetting” pushing her down to her knees. “I’ll start wetting it with my mouth” she said, “but we can’t take long because I need to get home.” 

I didn’t argue as she unzipped my jeans, reached in and pulled my hard cock out. “Oh my God, your huge” she said as she rubbed the head of my cock around her face. I didn’t think I was huge but I guess I was to her because she kept telling me how big I was while she was licking it. She  put the head of my cock in her mouth and started to slid her lips down its length. She got about half way down and started to choke. “I want it all in my mouth” she cried as she jammed her throat on it again. I was really enjoying this but I knew she would not be able to take it all in. I stopped her and told her it was OK. She said “I’m not very good at giving blow jobs I guess”. “We can work on that another time, right now I want to fuck you”.

 She stood up, turned around and stuck her ass out at me. “Fuck me hard and quick, I have to leave soon”. I put my cock at the entrance of her very wet pussy and with one stroke shoved it all the way to the balls. “OHHHHHHHHH MY GOD!!!!” she screamed again. “FUCK ME……………FUCK ME…………FUCK ME”. I did, each thrust lifting her off her feet. After about 4 or 5 minutes she screamed “I’M GOING TO CUM……………….I’M GOING TO CUM………OH MY GOD……….GOD…..I’m CUMMINNNNGGGGGGG!!!!!!” (Its amazing how people get religion when they have sex isn’t it?)  In the mean time I’m replaying the 1986 world series in my mind to keep from coming first but that’s not working and I can feel it building up. “Janet, I’m going to cum” I panted. “In my mouth, in my mouth, or on my face or all over my tits……anywhere, just please, not in my pussy” she pleaded. Any one of the options seemed great to me, so I pulled my cock from her dripping pussy, pushed her back down to her knees and shoved my cock in her mouth. 

The first stroke went past the high water mark from the last time it was in her mouth and she started to gag. Nothing fucks up an orgasm faster that a gag so I pulled out as I started to cum. My first blast hit her right on the upper lip, second on her cheek and the third……. well, I’m 56 years old, there was no third,   but the 1st two really looked good, dripping off her chin and down onto her left nipple. I was leaning over with my hands on the drain board breathing hard and looking at my cum dripping off her. She took my softening cock in her mouth and sucked it clean. “I need to get going but I might need you to help me learn how to suck cock better,. “Well I’ve never done it myself” I said, “but your welcome to practice on my dick anytime you like, if that’s what you mean.” 


   For the next couple of week s when she would deliver the paper I’d be sometimes waiting by the door to give her tits a squeeze or her pussy a rub. Occasionally I’d have my cock out and in my hand and she would slid her lips over it briefly. Once, I’d been jacking off while watching her deliver around the neighborhood so by the time she showed at my door I was so cranked up that I blasted a load of cum all over her face as she leaned over to give it a lick. At first she was pissed, then she giggled and rubbed her face on the front of my shirt, knowing I’d have to change before anyone saw me. I noticed that there was still some cum on her cheek, I hope she saw it before anyone else saw her!. 

 This went on for a number of weeks before we decided that we needed to take this affair (such as it was at the time.) a bit farther.  I had to go to Chicagoland on business and planned on being there for a day or three, so I asked if there was any way she could meet me there. A couple of days later she told me she could manage to get away for 2 days during that time. I thought “This will work out, it will give me a day to get my business taken care of and 2 days to fuck Janet.” I had to drive but  managed to get her a plane ticket and told her I would pick her up at O’hare. I also told her how hot she looked that day I saw her with the nylons and garter belt. I said “I was trying to see if I could see your pussy that day or if you had panties on and this is a not to subtle hint about what I’d like to see you wear” She laughed and said “I’ll see what I can do.” 


The first day there I was trying to get work done but had a hard time doing it, no pun intended. That evening by the time I parked at the airport I was sporting some serious wood! I was at he gate when the plane arrived and when I met her she came up and gave me a mouthful of tongue as she pressed he body against me. She said “Just a sec, I want to watch these 2 guys get off the plane”. I didn’t know what she meant but in a minute the last 2 passengers, these 2 guys, got off with the flight attendants following right behind them laughing. Both guys were holding their briefcases in front of them like they were hiding something. When we got in the car, Janet said “You know those seats on Southwest that face each other?” “Yea” I said. 

“Well those two men were sitting across from me” as she was telling me this she slid her skirt up nearly to here crotch. She had on flesh colored nylons and garters and when she pulled her skirt up farther I could see why those guys were hiding the front of their pants because she had on a pair of very shear panties and her pussy was clearly visible. “Is that what their view was on the plane?” I asked. “Yea, and when the younger one tried hitting on me, I told them that you were meeting me at the gate and as a cop could carry a gun in the airport, so he left me alone and all he could do was look (No, I’m not a cop and I don’t carry a gun in airports!). It made me so horny that I had to go to the bathroom and rub my pussy.. and all I want to do now is suck your cock!” With that she reached over and unzipped my pants and proceeded to blow me. Even though she needed work on BJ’s I was so worked up that in about 2 minutes I blasted a load in her mouth and this time she swallowed it all.

 I managed to get to the hotel without killing us and we started up to the room. In the elevator she dropped to her knees and started to unzip my pants again (Yes, the elevator was empty.) . We only had 14 floors to travel so I hauled her up, hiked up her skirt and began mauling her pussy through her sheer panties. By the time the door opened her panties and my hand were soaked from her sopping wet pussy. There was 2 guys and a couple waiting to get on as we exited and I knew that they had to have noticed the smell of pussy in the elevator but by then the door was closed and we were almost to my room. When we went inside, I asked her if she wanted anything to eat or drink and she said “Yes, your cock and your cum”. 

The outside wall of the hotel room was glass from  floor to ceiling, so I went an sat in the chair facing the outside wall and said, “Go over there in front of the glass and take off you blouse.” She walked over, stood in front of the glass wall and began to quickly unbutton her blouse. “No, do it slowly like you’re teasing someone watching from the other building” I said while turning on a lamp bathing the window with low light. She looked shocked and turned to look out the window. There was no one that she (or I ) could see watching so she turned back around. I thought I noticed a somewhat disappointed look on her face. “mmm…… I wonder if she would like to show off” I thought to my self.

 “Go ahead and get your blouse off.” Janet turned toward the window and slowly opened her blouse exposing her small breasts to all of downtown Chicago. “Push your tits up against the window baby” I whispered to her as I took my cock out of my pants. She pressed her upper body against the window and began unzipping her skirt. “Yea baby, that’s it, show the whole world your hot body” I croaked, barely able to speak. She gasped when I said that and let her skirt fall to the floor. “What do you want now Janet?” I asked. “Please come over here a fuck me” She whispered. I stood up and finished getting undressed. I walked over to her with my cock bobbing around in front of me. She looked so incredible sexy with her tits pressed up against the glass and her shear panty covered ass sticking out toward me. And those nylons!!! God those things turn me on!

 I went up to her and wrapped my arm around the front of her and grasped her tits. This was the first time we have been naked together and the first time we were going to be able to take our time fucking.  I rubbed my cock against her panty covered ass and pinched her nipples. “Oh God” She cried, “I want your cock in me…right here in the window!”  “I hope you didn’t pay too much for these panties” I said. “Why?” she asked. Instead of answering her I reached down and grabbed the crotch of her panties and ripped them away from her. “OHHHHHH……” she cried, and stuck her ass out toward me more. I grabbed a hold of my cock and placed it against the lips of her pussy and rammed it in all the way to my balls. That caused her whole body to be pressed up against the window from her cheek to her knees. “OHHHHH………….GOD…FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG COCK……..” I knew I’d be able go for a while since she sucked me off on the way over so I settled into a steady rhythm. 

Her naked body was slapping against the window like we were laying on a vertical glass bed “Oh Ricky” (that was the first time I heard that from her!) “Baby, keep fucking me…keep fucking me and make me cum….Make me cum then fuck me in my ass!!” Oh shit, I thought, now I have to start thinking about sports again!    The way the building was designed some of the rooms down the curved hallway had the exterior windows placed so you could see the windows of other rooms, but I assumed that since it all appeared to be reflective glass you could not really see inside. 

As I was hammering Janet’s sopping pussy I noticed a light come on in one of the adjacent rooms. The same light I turned on when Janet started stripping by our window. A women was very clearly visible, standing in her window and was staring at us fucking. I just stared back as I fucked thinking “It must be like lying under a glass bed watching someone fuck” Janet didn’t notice because her face was pointing the opposite direction. The women put her hand under her skirt, smiled and turn her light back off. “Damn” I thought “she just wanted to let us know she could see us” Noticing her distracted me somewhat but now fucking Janet and knowing that this other person was watching got me going again. Janet was about to cum so I picked up the pace as much as I could. “OH BABY…YES..JUST LIKE THAT…..OHHHH GOD I’M CUUUUUMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!” 

She started to collapse against the window so I reached around grabbed her tits and none to gently pushed her over the small table by the window. I took my cock in my hand rubbed it around her pussy and then up to her asshole. Janet was still coming down from her orgasm and didn’t catch on right away. “Remember saying anything about me fucking your ass?” I asked. Her head came up, “Yes…No…I’m not sure…..WAIT A  MINUTE!!!!”    Well, I had a woman wearing nothing but nylons stockings, garter belt and a ripped pair of panties hanging off her ass lying over a table in front of me, I had another woman watching from 20 feet away… well… there was no waiting, I put the head of my cock against her asshole and shoved and as I did I reached over and turned off the light. 

“OOOHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOO…….” She screamed. “Please stop…. You’re too big…..OOHH GOD YOU’RE RIIPING ME IN TWO” Well, that made me stop. I felt bad about hurting her this way and started to pull my cock out of her ass. “What are you doing…” She screamed “Don’t stop now, keep fucking me in my ass!!!” Damn!! I’m confused but I drove my dick back up her ass and started pumping away. “I’M GOING TO CUM AGAIN…….OH GOD I’M GOING TO CUM WITH YOUR BIG COCK FUCKING MY ASS………..I’M CUUMMIINNGG…. I’M CUUUMMMMIINNNNGGG!!!!!!”  I could feel my balls about to erupt so I drove my cock all the way up her ass and unloaded. After a minute I collapsed over her then pulled her down to the floor and held her. She looked up and just smiled. I told her about the woman watching us fuck and how I turned the light off just as I started to fuck her ass. At first she seemed shocked, then intrigued. She asked “What did she look like???” I thought “Oh boy here we go!!!!”


A little later after we showered (together) we decided to go down to the hotel bar for a drink. “What would you like me to wear” Janet asked opening up her suitcase and pointing to the contents. I looked in and it was full of sexy underwear and sleepwear. “I can safely assume I can start with these” she said holding up a pair of black seamed stockings and a lacy black garter belt. “Oh Yea” I said. I held up a black half bra and another pair of shear black panties. “You want me to wear panties?,  I’m surprised” she quipped as she pulled on the stockings. 

God she looked hot straightening out the seams and smoothing the stockings over he legs. I watched as she hooked the garter belt on then connected the stockings to the garters. I handed her the bra and she put it on saying “My tits are so small, I don’t need to wear this.” She was right, however when she got it in place, her tits were pushed up and together and her nipples stuck out over the half cup. “You sure you want me to wear panties?” she asked again. “Yup” I said, “I’m thinking about having you take them off in the bar!” She didn’t say anything but she looked at me with smoldering eyes and a sharp intake of breath.

 I could also see her nipples hardening up and sticking out. She recovered and slipped on a light summer dress that came to just above her knees. She looked hot!!!    “My turn” she said. I said “What do you mean your turn” I asked. “I’m going to pick out something for you to wear”. She went over to the closet and got the slacks that I wore to work that day and a casual shirt to go with it. I took off the jeans I pulled on after showering and reached for some underwear. “Oh no, no underwear for you, not tonight!” OK I thought, I’ll go along with this after all were just going down to the bar probably just long enough to get turned on by each other then come back up a fuck for the rest of the night. I pulled the slacks and shirt on, slipped on a pair of sneakers then did the obligatory ½ hour wait for her to finish primping. 


 When we arrived down at the bar it was only about 1/3 full of the usual midweek business patrons, which I’m usually one of. We went to a booth near the back but not all the way. One, I didn’t want it to look to obvious that we were going to fool around and two, I wanted to show her off. A couple of guys were checking us (her) out as we came in. As we approached the booth I whispered “Show some leg as you slid in” She giggled and as she slid around the circular type booth I could see her dress ride up to her panties. One of the guys at the bar knocked his beer over getting his buddy attention. “Boy, when you show leg you really show leg” I said.  She giggled again and we sat side by side facing out into the bar. 




Janet



After a couple of drinks She asked “When do you want me to take my panties off?” “No time like the present” I replied. “OK excuse me, I’ll go to the Ladies room”. “No way” I said “I want to see you remove them right here at the table. The table area was lower than the bar area so people at the bar could not see under the table but people at other tables could. She looked around and noticed that the few people, two women at one table and two guys at another were not paying attention. Pulled her skirt up lifted her hips and pulled her panties down around her thighs before sitting back down again. She slipped her panties the rest of the way off her legs and got them caught up in her heels.

 She kicked at them trying to get them unhooked and apparently they weren’t as caught as she thought because when she kicked they flew out from under the table and landed about 5 feet away. I started laughing and she said “Go get them before the waitress comes back!”. “OK” I said and went out to scoop them up. Neither of the guys noticed but the one woman who was facing our direction did, and was telling her friend about it. By this time I’m back at the table. Janet giggled and said “I could see your cock flopping around in your pants when you went out there.” Apparently so could this other woman because she was starring at the front of my pants where my semi hard on was lying along my leg. 

Janet saw the woman looking and reached over and started squeezing my cock through my pants. I could see her telling her friend what Janet was doing. I could not see what her friends reaction was. After a little bit the woman I could see, got up and with a smile in our direction left the bar. The two guys had left earlier so I saw this as a chance to play with Janet’s pussy and tits. I had her dress front pulled down over her shoulder exposing one nipple and my hand up under the hem of her dress rubbing her pussy when I noticed the waitress approaching. She was carrying two more drinks that I didn’t order. 

I got Janet’s dress up but my other hand was still on her pussy and my middle finger was staring to slid in and out.  As she set the drinks down and before I could ay anything about not ordering any she said “The lady at the other table sent these drinks with her compliments and this note. I pulled my hand out of Janet’s pussy to get the note. I know she could smell pussy on my hand as she handed it to me. She left and I opened the note. It said “You guys look like you’re having as much fun now as you did earlier in the evening in the window.” It was the women in the window watching us. I looked over at the table and saw who initially had her back to us, turn around and raise her glass in toast

. Janet asked what was going on. I showed her the note. She gasped, looked at the woman, hesitated, then turned to me and said “Why don’t you go ask her to join us”. “Are you sure” I asked?. “Yes, hurry before she leaves or I lose my nerve.”. I walked over to her table and said “Thank you for the Drinks” She said “Thank you for the show, or should I say shows.”  “I would like to see the end of one of them though.” She went on “The first one, the lights went out and this one most likely will not end here in the bar”. “Would you care to join us” I asked. “I’d love to” She replied. When we got back to the table she motioned me in first then slid in behind me so I was between the two of them. She reached her hand across me to Janet and said “Hi, I’m Karen”. Janet smiled shook her hand and said “I’m Janet, and this is Rick.”. “Are you two married?” Karen asked. 

Before I could answer Janet said “Yes, definitely, but not to each other” and went ahead and explained our little road trip. While she is doing this I’m checking out Karen. She was tall about 5-8 or 5-9 jet black hair (Tied up) and wearing  a dark women’s business suit with a white blouse. Definitely a babe. I got back into the conversation as Janet was saying “I’m sorry he turned off the lights when he did, that was a dirty trick.” “I know” Karen answered “Watching you two was better than the porn pay per view I was watching.” 

She hesitated then asked “Was he about to do you in the ass or was that a dirty trick as well?” “No” Janet said with that smoldering look that I was getting used to in her eyes again  “As soon as the light went off he drove his monster cock straight up my ass” Karen looked at me “I’ve never been fucked in the ass” then she looked at Janet  “Monster cock??” Janet took Karen’s hand that was resting on the table and placed it on my ever hardening dick. “Monster” Janet repeated. Karen gasped and said “Good lord, this was in your ass???” By now I’m beginning to think that maybe I do have a big dick. I hear Janet say “ Yup, one thrust and it was all the way in, my first time too….but I was so turned on from fucking against the window that I didn’t feel any pain at all.” 

 “You really looked hot pressed up against the window like that” Karen said as she reached over and placed her hand on Janet’s breast. Oh boy, I’m thinking I’m going to need to relive the 86 World Series as well as the 99 Stanley Cup tonight. “Why don’t we go to the room?” Janet asked. “You Ladies go ahead”  I replied. “I’ll get the bill and besides I can’t really get up and walk at the moment” I continued, pointing down to the tent in my pants. Both women reached over and gave my cock a squeeze and started to get up.  “Oh yea, that will help a lot!! I quipped. They laughed and Karen said “We’ll leave you to fix your problem, but whatever will we do while were waiting for you?” she said taking Janet’ hand. “You’ll think of something I’m sure” I said. 

The waitress came over o few minutes later and collected the bill. “Enjoy your evening” she smiled as she knowingly walked away.  It took about 20 minutes of watching some old golf match on ESPN Classic before I could leave the bar. When I got to the room there was a note and a key on the bed. It was from Janet. It read “Karen has a Suite with a hot tub, meet us up there,  don’t bother bringing a suit.” I knew I wasn’t going to get much sleep tonight!



Janet



Disclaimer: I do not own Victoria's Secret, Starbucks, Manhattan, or BMW. I have never even heard of anything called Tugwell Fargos and Company company. So yeah, enjoy.

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Janet was browsing through the Victoria's Secret Summer Preview catalog. She was sipping a Starbucks Vanilla Latte she bought earlier when she went out to do some shopping outside of her Manhattan apartment that was located near Central Park. She sat in her breezy capris with a simple peasant tunic in her favorite armchair which was located near the balcony that caught the sunlight in a glorifying manner. She let out a satisfying gulp.

As Janet browsed through the catalog, starting with the brassieres, each page showcased models with perfect C cup breasts. It filled the cups of the bras perfectly, it was rounded and full. She sighed and looked down at her own breasts. She cupped her breasts and thought, "Gee, they're round and full... For a midget."

Janet was five feet ten inches. She had A cup breasts, perfect for people who were five feet 3 inches but not five feet ten inches. Each page Janet looked at made her envious for at least a B cup breasts. B cup breasts to fill a bra perfectly with a bit peeking out and breasts to fill a beautiful strapless gown she wears every year for her company's annual charity ball.

Janet felt a familiar warmth in her groin area. She closed the catalog and went to her bedroom. There Janet slipped out of her capris easily and pulled her tunic over her head. Janet was wearing a very sexy lace lingerie set in black, but she had no one to wear it for. Janet laid her back on her bed and put her feet flat on the bed and spread them flat apart. Janet teased her clit through her panties. She felt through the thin fabric she was getting wet and decided to take her lingerie off. She pulled of the panties and let it fall to the floor, while she took out her breasts from the bra, without even taking it off.

She took some of her pussy juice and rubbed it all over clit. With her middle finger she started rubbing it. She felt her clit getting hotter and harding, enlarging as she kept rubbing it. She moaned and Janet then stuck her finger inside her pussy. 

She pumped it in and out, with a "come here" motion of her finger she found her g-spot and pressed on it. Janet screamed from the extreme orgasm as she continued to do it, pussy juice just kept streaming onto her finger. Drenching her bed and finger. Janet's heart was beating and she finally stopped pumping her finger in and out of her pussy. She just let it stay in her pussy, pressing against her g-spot. She layed as if lifeless on the bed for a few minutes, then she pulled her finger out and went over to her bedside table.

She opened the top drawer and inside was as many sex toys imaginable for a bachlorette. Even a box of condoms for an unexpected guest. She took out a pair of nipple clamps and a bullet like vibrator, along with some lube. She put some lube on her vibrator and stuck the nipple clamps on each of her nipples. She winced at the pain, but it was nothing compared to the need of a real penis in her. 

With the lubed up vibrator, Janet turned it on the highest speed it would go and stuck it up her wet pussy. She immediately started humping a pillow which was hard enough to get her going. With each movement, the clamps at her nipple tugged harder, and she was ready to orgasm. She thrust harder and harder at the pillow when she suddenly felt she can hold it in no more. Janet screamed and with that, she laid on the bed with the vibrator half in and out of her with her juices covering it and soaking the mattress. She shuddered as she breathed in from the intense orgasm. Still on, the vibrator teased Janet for more when the door bell of her apartment ranged.

Janet laid on her bed frozen for two minutes and rushed to get rid of the evidence of whatever she was doing. She quickly got up and the vibrator easily slid out, she kicked it under the bed and tugged at her nipple clamps to get it of her nipples. But the tugging aroused her even more and she quickly unclamped them and threw them under the bed too. She didn't have time to find her bra, but she just put on her panties and threw on her tunic.

She was still aroused from the orgasm as her own juices dripped down her legs. Janet muttered, "Who could this be.?!," under her breath. And quickly dashed over to the door. She looked through the peep hole and saw that is was her boss! Oblivious to the fact she looked like she has just been screwed, Janet opened the door.

"Hello James, what brings you here?"

James was her boss at Tugwell Fargos and Company. It was a british derived company that owns about 60 buildings in the United States. Janet was working for one of them. He was in his late twenties and looked like the hot guy next door, who was unfortunately gay. But nevertheless, the British accent of James was very seductive to Janet's ears.

James smiled as he looked at Janet, her nipples were pointing out from her arousement while he saw her legs dripping with her clear juice. And the way her hair was messy was very sexy to James and he was about to forget about what he came for and fuck her right there and then. But James regained his composure and asked her.

"Um well Janet, I came to ask you whether you would like to be my partner for the dance tonight for this ball I am intending in lieu of my father who cannot make it here to the States in time."

"Um, well, sure..." Janet said and thought how can I resist?.

"Good, do you have a suitable ball gown?"

"Oh, how about the one I wore last year for the charity ball?"

"No my dear, that won't do. Um, why don't you get cleaned up here and I'll bring you shopping for a gown?"

"Sure, I'll meet you downstairs in 20 minutes James?"

"Excellent, I'll see you in a bit."

Janet closed the door and with her back leaning against it sighed dreamily of her hot boss asking her to be his partner. While James on the other side of the door thought of Janet in her state. Her perfect rounded breasts with the nipples pointing out like a sore thumb and her black panties showing with her juices dripping from her pussy onto her legs.; all the while the tunic was almost a see through. 

Twenty minutes later, Janet was donning a flirty camisole with lace lining and another pair of capris completed with a pair of simple black flats. James was leaning against his car and he peered from his sunglasses and smiled.

"Ready to go?"

"Yeah."

Janet went inside his BMW convertible was he held the door for her. James closed the door and went into the drivers' side. He started the car and they zoomed off to a dress boutique on Fifth Avenue. James parked the car and got out of the drivers' seat, he held the door for Janet. Janet said a thank you and they both went into the dress boutique hand-in-hand together.

The owner of the boutique was a petite French woman who greeted James with a kiss on both cheeks and James vice versa. She looked about fifty years old.

"Janet dear, this is Marie. She's a dear old friend of my mum's and I bring all my girlfriends here to find dresses."

"Please to meet you Marie."

Marie came over to Janet, Janet kneeled a bit and Marie greeted her with kisses on both cheeks; as per customary for an European.

"Marie dear, I need you to find a lovely ball gown for our beautiful Miss. James."

"No problem James, since when have I failed at this task you have always given me?"

"Never as of yet Marie. Oh yes, I need it by tonight. So hurry along while I buy something."

" Alright James, now go. A fashionista is at work now!"

With that James left the vicinity of the boutique and Janet was left alone with Marie.

"Hmmm, tall, slender, I think I have the perfect dress for you my dear! Follow me."

Janet followed Marie and Marie brought out a beautiful black strapless satin gown, godet with embellishment and wrap; along with matching elbow length gloves. Janet gasped at the sight of the dress and the price.

"But Marie, the price is too much."

"Oh silly girl, don't worry about that James will pay for it. For he will make you the belle de la boule. Now try it on!"

Janet went inside the dressing room and tried on the gown, it was a perfect fit. It even accented her small breasts perfectly.

"Là-dessus est magnifique sur vous! Droite juste!"

Janet was confused with her outburst of French, but concluded it must've been a compliment. James came in with a small box.

"My god Janet, you're like the Greek goddess Aphrodite!"

Janet was blushing from their praises, "Thank you."

"Now James, since you're a familiar face here you get discounts. And what's in your litter box here boy?" 

"Oh a surprise Marie."

"Sont vous allant apporter plus à des filles," Marie asked. (Are you going to bring anymore girls here?)

"Aucun Marie, je pense qu'elle est celle.," James replied. (No Marie, I think she is the one.)

Marie smiled and sent them both on their way.

James placed the dress in the trunk of his car and the mysterious box in the glove compartment. Janet decided not to ask since James already got her a five thousand dollar dress, but she was indeed curious what was in the box.

"I'll pick you up at eight thirty tonight Janet?"

"Yes, that will be fine James."

James stopped at her apartment. Janet went out of the car and took her dress and went inside the building. James zoomed off once again to find himself a suit. 



Janet



"Ms. Steven's office." I stated flatly into the telephone.

I was angry. A little over six months after I graduated college with a marketing/business degree and I was answering telephones for my boss, Amanda Steven's. 

"Ms. Steven's? Mr. Bremmer from Coral Pharmaceutical is holding on line six." I barked into the intercom. 

"Please take a message then come into my office." She ordered in an authoritative voice. 

When I entered Ms. Steven's office, I immediately noticed her chilly attitude. She appeared to be preoccupied with some report and ignored my presence. Finally she looked up at me. 

"Janet, how long have you been my assistant" she asked in a dry tone.

Ms. Steven's knew damn well how long.

"About six months." I answered.

"And, during that time I have asked you several times to answer the telephone in a more cheerful manner. Have I not?" she stated a bit angrily.

"Yes Ms. Steven's" I answered with my head down. 

"Then, what is the problem?" She asked with more anger.

"I was recruited right out of college and I...ah, thought I would have more responsibility." I stated with no emotion. 

"Are you telling me that answering telephones is unimportant? She inquired with a touch of sarcasm.

"No but all I do is answer the phone and type reports on the computer." I replied.

In truth, I was a glorified administrative assistant and I was on the verge of tendering my resignation. 

Ms. Steven's eyes narrowed as she gazed at me with a contemptuous look on her pretty face. But, her expression softened. 

"That's a fair assessment of your duties and until I'm satisfied that you're capable of handling more responsibility, you will continue in that capacity. However, starting tomorrow you will participate in the conference calls with Coral Pharmaceutical. I expect you to take notes and confer with me when the call has ended. Is that clear?" She stated succinctly.

"Yes Ms. Steven's" I replied with some enthusiasm.

"Oh and please call me Amanda. After all, I'm only a couple of years older than you" She said nicely. 

"Yes Ms. Ste...I mean Amanda." I answered.

My lust/hate relationship with Amanda Steven's was taking a different and more positive direction. For the monent, my resignation was on the back burner. 

When I met Amanda at my second interview, I was impressed with her pretty face and trim body. After I was hired, I got a good look at her physique on casual Fridays as she usually wore form fitting jeans and a tight shirt.

By my second week on the job, I was sneaking glances at Amanda every chance I got. However, she was all business at work and except for "hello" and "goodnight", little else was said. Only thru the grapevine did I learn that she was single and not dating anyone at work. 

Several nights a week, I fingered myself with fantasies of Amanda running thru my head. My hetero days ended when I caught my fiancé cheating on me with my so called best friend. 

My roommate during junior year of college, Paula, comforted me a little too well as we ended up in the same bed with her head betwixt my thighs. It was a life changing experience and we remained lovers until she transferred to BYU for senior year. 

Luckily, my new roomie was an Italian-American beauty from New York with bi tendencies. 

My carnal need for men waned until it disappeared altogether. I knew in my heart that I wanted a relationship with a woman and for the present, Amanda was the object of my desire. 

But, Amanda with her superior attitude toward me, seemed impervious. One or two nights a week we worked overtime and except for take out food, nothing in the way of compensation was forthcoming.

It was past seven one night and I was typing the last page of a long and detailed report when Amanda sat on the edge of my desk. Her skirt had ridden up to mid thigh and I gawked at her sexy toned legs. 

As I hastily finished typing, Amanda was regarding me with an amused look. 

"Janet, I'm pleased with your input from the conference calls." She stated with pride in her voice. 

"Thank You!" I said with real gratitude.

Amanda's kind words and shapely legs had my pussy twitching. However, my stomach was growling with hunger and she read my mind.

"I'm famished! Care to join me at Chez Louis for some dinner?" Amanda asked with an insistent tone of voice. 

"Yes but I'm cash poor this week." I said truthfully. 

"I invited you. It's my treat." She stated with assurance.

The maitre d' seated us in a quiet corner booth more suited for couples. In fact, Chez Louis was well known as a romantic couples' type of bistro. 

Amanda ordered an expensive bottle of Bordeaux and we toasted to a successful campaign for Coral Pharmaceutical. She was pouring my second glass and her formal work demeanor dissolved to a more friendly and relaxed attitude. 

"Tell me about yourself." She stated with her blue eyes twinkling mysteriously. 

I related growing up in a middle class suburban neighborhood, attending college and my ambition to run my own firm someday. 

"You look fit and trim. Are you a runner?" She inquired changing the tack of the conversation.

"Yes I am." I answered; surprised by the sudden change in direction. 

"Which do you prefer, mornings or nights?" She asked. 

"I'm strictly a morning runner." I replied.

"Sorry for all the mystery but I also run in the mornings and I'm looking for a partner." She stated. 

The following morning I drove to Amanda's expensive looking townhouse in Mulberry Hills. She looked very sexy when she answered the door in her running shorts and athletic T. 

As Amanda turned onto the uphill stretch of Canyon Drive, her relaxed stride and the sight of her small firm ass made it easy for me to follow. When we finally arrived back at the starting point we had covered five miles. 

Four mornings a week, I ran with Amanda. In an effort to save time, she was adamant that I shower at her home. With thoughts of seeing her in the buff dancing in my head, I accepted. 

Grudgingly, I admitted to myself that running with a partner was far superior to my solo runs. For the first month, I was content to follow behind Amanda but then I started keeping pace with her and sharing the lead position. 

Outside of the work environment, Amanda was charming, sexy, intelligent and caring. Our Saturday morning runs became a weekend ritual and we usually spent the day together. 

It was on one of those mornings when our relationship took a dramatic turn. Amanda had several bags of clothes for the Goodwill box in her living room. In one bag were a dozen bikinis that she had barely worn and looked brand spanking new.

"It's a shame to give these away." I said candidly as I inspected the designer labels. 

"Hey! We're a similar size. You take them." She exclaimed.

"I don't know..." I started to say until Amanda cut me off. 

"Try them on and see if they fit. Hey, come with me." She stated firmly and led me into her bedroom with the swimsuits

Amanda sat on the edge of the bed and handed me the first bikini. It was obvious that she wanted me to try them on in front of her. I turned around to remove my sports bra and shorts.

"Don't be a prude Janet. It's nothing I haven't seen before." She stated in a knowing voice. 

Most girls of my generation shave or groom their crotches. However, except for light trimming on the sides, I had a full brown bush. When I removed my panties and turned around, Amanda gawked at my furry pussy. With my slender body, I've been told that I look a lot like Mischa Barton, the TV actress. 

Amanda's gaze moved slowly upward and rested on my small pert breasts with the long cigar stub nipples. Her stares were dampening my slit and for the first time in our friendship, I was in control. 

I tried on several with Amanda gaping at my nude and semi nude body. By now my pussy was aroused and the scent wafted in the air. 

As I was reaching for the next bikini, I tripped on my own sneakers and fell forward into her. I quickly recovered and stood up but a pair of silky hands caressed my needy tits.

My nipples hardened into tight cylinders as her fingers expertly twirled and tweaked. 

"Ooh! That feels nice." I groaned with pleasure.

The exquisite sensations pulsed throughout my body and settled deep in my box. I guided Amanda's head to my nipple and she coated it with saliva.

The girl sucked tits like a starving infant and my knees wobbled from the acute pleasure. Light headed, I sat on the bed as a small trickle of juice ran down the inside of my thigh.

Amanda pried my legs apart and licked me with phenomenal skill. She lapped with furious strokes and never let up. With high regard, I bestowed the title, "Bionic Tongue" on her.

"Eat me!" I wailed like a banshee.

I felt her hands tightly grasp my butt as her tongue drilled my hole like a pile driver. 

"Oh Fuck!" I yelled and ground my pelvis on her face.

I rarely used profanity and listened to myself cussing like a sailor. Like a dog marking its territory, I coated Amanda with my creamy fluids.

"Suck my pussy slut." I screamed at her and Amanda sucked with remarkable force. 

Instead of my usual cool calm demeanor, I was acting like a domineering bitch. 

"Oh God!" I panted over and over.

My pussy throbbed and quaked from the mind blowing sensations that reverberated inside. I erupted with astonishing intensity and almost feinted. 

Amanda was a pussy eating virtuoso and sucked the juices from my bloated box until I collapsed on the bed. 

It took me a few minutes to recover and as I bent over to retrieve my panties, I felt hot breath on my ass crack. Goddamn! She wanted to eat my ass.

Amanda knew how to "toss a salad" and her tongue reamed my butt hole. I always thought my rear was small and on the boyish side but she found it irresistible. 

Incredibly hot sensations vibrated in my dripping and revived pussy. I felt something jab at my hole and looked down to see a flesh colored dido slide effortlessly into my box. 

"OH! OH! OH!" I wailed continuously. 

My body was on fire and sizzling hot currents of pleasure tore into my heaving snatch. I erupted and yelled loud enough to be heard in the next town.

"Fuck! I'm cumingg!" I screamed. 

I fell back on the floor panting like mad as Amanda slowly removed the juice covered dildo. She held the fake appendage dripping with my copious juices before her mouth and I gazed with starry eyed wonder as she greedily sucked it off. 

"Um, yummy!" she stated with delight. 

Amanda stood up and stretched. When she brought her arms down, she removed her shorts and undies in one swift motion. Standing over me, I had a clear view of her clean shaven slit. 

"Hungry?" She asked seductively. 

All I could do was nod my head "yes" as Amanda slowly squatted on my face. Her pouty lips were wide open and coated with her juices. I devoured her randy snatch and sucked her tasty girl cum down my eager throat.

As I feverishly lapped Amanda's box, she rode my face to an orgasmic detonation; panting like a jungle cat. Her bucking slowed and sticky juice dribbled over my face and hair. 

Most Saturdays, rain or shine, our apres' run was a pussy and butt munching celebration. 

With the change in our personal lives, our relationship at work evolved as well. I welcomed the increase in responsibility and Amanda allowed me total freedom on the Coral Pharmaceutical account.

However, I learned rather quickly that I wasn't the only woman in Amanda's life. She shared her bed with several very hot ladies at her condo complex. According to her, most were bored housewives looking for some sexual adventure. 

It was mid summer and Amanda left for a two week vacation in the Caribbean. She gave me free reign of her condo and the excellent pool complex. Several afternoons I knocked off early to take advantage of the sun. It was during one of those afternoons when I met "Her." 

Kate exuded a self confidence that wasn't bragging, ego or pride. She had "it" in spades and she knew it. Her proportions were perfect and to top it all off, she was beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes off of her and shamelessly stared as I pretended to read a book.

Kate came up the pool ladder and with her arms stretched upward, tied her dripping hair in a knot. Her nipples hardened from the change in temperature and pushed against the thin material of the bikini top. 

Much to my surprise, Kate sat on the lounger next to me. I kept stealing sideways glances at her and she caught me looking on several occasions. When I tried to adjust my position on the lounger, I dropped the book I was holding and it fell in the space separating our chairs.

Kate reached for it and scanned the title. 

"Is it a good read?" she asked in a clipped upper class British accent. 

"Not bad for summer fare." I stated, staring into her deep blue eyes. 

"I'm Kate." She said with a casual air.

"Janet." I replied, unable to look away.

Kate had lustrous brown hair and radiated sexuality. 

"Are you here on holiday?" I inquired trying to sound "with it." 

"No, I moved to the States last spring to live with my father." she said in a matter of fact tone. 

Kate explained that her mother was English and her father an American. They divorced when she was a baby and she lived with her mother in a London suburb until she turned eighteen. 

Kate attended English public schools and visited her father on holidays and summer vacation periods. 

"Public schools in England are similar to boarding schools here in America." She stated in her charming accent.

Kate found the social class system in Britain cumbersome when compared to the US. 

"I tried to visit my Dad often because I preferred life in the States. Poor mum, she was angry and resentful when I told her I wanted to go to University in America." She said wistfully.

I was enthralled by Kate's looks and manner of speaking. Silently, I wondered if she was aware of her sensuality. She turned the conversation back on me and I gave her a brief summary of my life. 

"Do come for dinner tonight. Dad's away on business and I would love the company." She stated with need. 

My answer was foregone conclusion. Kate lived in the upscale carriage house section on a private cul de sac. She answered the door wearing a bikini top and form fitting shorts. With her shimmering brown hair pulled back in a French twist, she was breathtaking. 

"I'm glad you could make it." she said with gratitude and gave me a brief tour of her "humble" abode. 

Finally, we settled in the dining room and the housekeeper served the meal, an American feast with cheeseburgers, hot dogs and fries. 

All thru the meal, I gawked at Kate's sensuous physique while she chatted about life in England with slightly slurred speech. She was drinking her third beer and her mood was a bit giddy. 

"What was life like in public school?" I asked absentmindedly as the housekeeper cleared away the dishes.

Kate described the cloying atmosphere of life at an all girls' school. 

"Most of the girls' were friendly but some, especially the older ones were very bitchy and downright mean." She stated factually. 

"What about dating?" I asked inquisitively. 

"Not at Minton Hall. For one, we were closely supervised and second, it was located in a rural part of the English countryside." She said with some regret.

"I was dating at fifteen." I said absentmindedly.

"Oh, we practiced dating." She said with ambiguity.

"Practiced dating?" I inquired.

"I lived in a large dormitory room with three other girls. We all got on famously. Whenever there was a movie or social event, Tess and I pretended we were on a date." She said with a pensive look on her face.

Just then the housekeeper came in the room to announce she was leaving. My bi curious radar was on full alert and I must have had a puzzled look on my face.

"What did you do on these dates?" I asked innocently.

Kate just giggled nervously and I gazed at her with a hungry look. At that moment, I wanted to "practice date" with her in the worst way. My curiosity was piqued but she changed the subject and the conversation went in a different direction. 

The following day I saw Kate at the pool and she greeted me affectionately. She was wearing a blue bikini that looked stunning on her body. My pussy twitched and quivered at the sight. It took all my strength not to shove my hand down my bottoms and finger myself.

Kate dove in the pool and swam laps with graceful ease. 

"You swim beautifully." I gushed as she toweled off her magnificent body.

"Thanks. It's the only sport I excelled at in school. I made the All England team last year." She said with pride.

Suddenly dark clouds rolled in and a thunderstorm seemed imminent. Kate insisted we go to her home and we raced to beat the weather. We were a block away when the skies opened up and drenched us to the bone. 

Like two drowned rats we made our way to Kate's bedroom. She stripped off her wet clothes and stood splendidly naked in front of me. Her breasts were medium size swells on her chest with delicious pink nipples. . 

Kate sat on the edge of her bed and blow dried her hair while I stripped. My eyes were glued to her fleecy mound but when I removed my bottoms, she gazed with a look of fascination at my crotch. 

"You don't shave." She stated with curiosity.

"No I don't. Why?" I asked as Kate's gaze remained fixed on my bush.

"You're the first American girl I've met who doesn't?" She said with fascination.

"I tried it but it felt odd. Anyway, I prefer the natural look." I said with honesty.

"I suppose I should shave to fit in. You know, when in Rome..." She stated thoughtfully. "No!" I said a little too loudly and it startled Taryn.

"I mean, I...ah...it...well, looks sexy on you." I sputtered like a fool. 

A sly, predatory look spread over Kate's visage. She put the hair dryer down and opened her legs a bit; giving me a full on view of her hairy crotch. My heart was pounding in my chest and my snatch was creaming. 

Without losing eye contact, Kate slowly ran her index finger up her slit. 

"Fuck! She's masturbating in front of me." My mind screamed eagerly.

As her fingering picked up speed, her thighs widened and squishing sounds emanated from her pelvis. 

Kate gazed at me with a dreamy look as her breathing intensified. I was strumming my soggy gash and losing self control. The sight of her wet swollen lips and the pink interior was overwhelming.

The fragrance from Kate's wet sex wafted thru the room and inflamed my lust. Without knowing how I got there, I was on my knees in front of her wide open legs.

Kate's eyes glazed over and she offered me her dripping digits. Almost in slow motion, I drew them into my mouth and sucked the sweet/tart fluid down my throat. 

Mentally, I compared it to Amanda's flavor and realized that it was pungent but milder and altogether fresher tasting. 

"Positively yummy!" my taste buds screamed to my brain. 

Powerless to control myself, I took long lazy licks up Taryn's soaked pussy drawing her delicious nectar into my mouth. 

"Oh Janet!" She gasped.

As I munched Kate's scrumptious slice, I lifted her hot ass and traced a goopy index finger along her butt crack with brief pokes at her puckered cluster. It had the desired effect.

"Oh God! That feels wonderful." She hollered in her amazing accent. 

Oh so slowly my finger wormed its way into Kate's wiggling ass as my mouth worked her young gash into a simmering pot of creamy juices. 

Kate's beautiful body shuddered and trembled with increasing force. It was clearly evident that she was building toward a powerful orgasm. 

"Oh! Oh! Ooh!" She cried out.

With gentle strokes, my finger pumped Kate's rose cluster as I gorged on her saturated crevice. Light lightening tongue strokes swept across her clit and she was howling like a she wolf in heat.




Janet



Kate's thighs squeezed my head until I was on the brink of a blackout. Thankfully, the pressure eased and she pounded her soggy snatch until my face was dripping with her dew. 

In my short but illustrious bi curious phase, I witnessed girls' cumming but Kate put them all to shame. When she went over the edge, her body gyrated and shook uncontrollably. 

Like a hungry cat with a saucer of milk, I lapped up Kate's girl cum with lusty zeal. It was by far the tastiest pussy I ever ate. 

"Hmm, that was fantastic." She purred sexily.

Kate was no stranger to sex with girls' and recounted some interesting stories. However, she wanted me to reciprocate. 

"I'm not much of a story teller." I said bashfully.

"Do try. I love a good sweaty sex yarn!" She implored.

One in particular really stood out in my mind. 

"It was my final year at State U and I was anxious about meeting my new roomie. Valerie was a real hottie with every reason to be conceited about her looks. She was an IAP or Italian American Princess from New York. 

However, instead of a superior, 'better than you' attitude she had a warm, charming personality. She treated me and everyone around her with kindness and respect." 

Kate's gaze was fixed on me and I knew I was on the right track. 

"Valerie was pretty with creamy olive color skin and one the most beautiful bodies I ever saw. She was slender with graceful lines and curves that melded seamlessly together. With her small but perfectly shaped breasts and petite derriere that swayed so sexily when she walked, she exuded an unmistakable sensuality. 

But, it was Valerie's infectious smile and joie de vivre that was captivating and appealed not only to me but the other girls' on our floor.

Her boarding school education had erased any trace of a New York accent. She had what I refer to as an American upper class, proper way of speaking. On anyone else it would have sounded ridiculous but she fit in so seamlessly that no one really cared. 

Valerie and I hit it off from the start and became good friends. About two weeks into the semester, I was itching to relieve some sexual tension but with a new roomie I was walking on egg shells.

I needn't have worried. Valerie was uninhibited about her body and sexuality. She wasn't what you would call an exhibitionist but she was usually semi naked in the privacy of our room. 

One afternoon at the student union, we were researching topics for our English mid term essay. We were in the same class and shared the opinion that Professor Harriman was an old boring geezer who should have retired years ago. 

I was using the only available computer terminal with Valerie sitting next to me. Suddenly, she leaned toward me and asked in a whisper with a straight face if I liked to have 'fun' with other girls'. I instantly knew what she meant by the word 'fun' and giggled.

I turned toward her and gave her a knowing wink. A sexy smile spread over her face but nothing more was said or intimated. 

Later that night, I had trouble sleeping and wanted to toss one off in the worst way. On any late night trip to the girls' bathroom it wasn't uncommon to hear a few moans and groans coming from the stalls. That night was no exception but rather than join in, I headed back to bed.

I tried to think about my studies to distract me but my fingers had a will of their own. As I diddled myself, thoughts of Valerie's luscious body popped into my head and I moaned too loudly. 

In the darkness I heard Valerie's voice asking if I was having fun. I was very embarrassed and stopped. After a moment or two of silence, I saw her get out of bed and look down at me. Her naked body was backlit by diffuse light coming in the window and a desire like I never felt before came over me. I reached for her and she fell into my arms. 

Valerie was on top of me and kissed me with exquisite tenderness as I ran my hands over the silky soft skin of her back and squeezed her butt. Her kisses were slow, sensual and left me breathless. My sex was wet and I pushed my pelvis against her leg.

We switched positions and I planted tender wet kisses on Valerie's face, neck and ears. My tongue left a slick trail over her collar bone and descended to her breasts. 

As I cupped and squeezed Valerie's firm tits, I lapped her hardened nipples. Their impressive length was a huge turn on and I tried to wrap my tongue around them. 

Gently, I drew a turgid bud into my mouth and she moaned as I zealously suckled the hard protrusion with lustful yearning. 

When I kissed down Valerie's flat tummy, the unmistakable aroma of aroused pussy invaded my nose. It had an aphrodisiac quality and I longed to taste her. 

As I lingered above Valerie's bald mound, I suddenly felt tentative and shy. But, it lasted less than a second and I licked the shaved hump, feeling the barest hint of hair stubble on my tongue. 

Valerie was panting heavily and opened her legs for me. The compelling scent pulled me forward and I saw moisture glistening in her center. She whispered dirty words of encouragement that heightened my desire.

My first licks up Valerie's slit were leisurely but once I attained a good rhythm, I slurped with fierce tenacity. 

Valerie's juices flowed freely, coating my chin and dripping down my neck. My mouth covered her leaking hole and searched for her clit. Once found, I lashed it with light licks until she gasped her approaching orgasm. 

Valerie's orgasm burst with intensity and it was a dilly. Her pungent liquid surged into my mouth and I swallowed savoring the exotic taste. Feasting on her was sheer pleasure for me." 

My story had worked its magic. Kate's fingers had invaded her soaked sex and were stroking her clitty. 

"I see you liked my story." I said proudly.

"It was fucking hot!" She brayed at me.

Kate offered me her dripping digits which I hungrily accepted. 

Kate and I hooked up a few more times before Amanda returned from vacation. She had a extraordinary gift for telling sex stories and quite honestly, she made even the most mundane topic seem interesting. 

The week Amanda returned to work, I worked overtime with her every evening except for Friday. As a reward, she invited me to spend Sunday with her at the pool.

I was adjusting the back on the lounger when Kate waved to me. We greeted each other warmly and exchanged pleasantries. After she left, Amanda stared at me with a look of amazement.

"You bitch! You've been a busy girl while I was gone." She stated in a loud whisper. 

"Yeah, I guess you could say that." I said trying to sound matter of fact. 

"When are you going to introduce me to your...ahem...friend?" She inquired with piqued interest. 

I saw Kate sunbathing on the far side of the pool.

"There's no better time than the present." I answered and walked over to the hot young goddess.

"I'd love to meet your friend." Kate said enthusiastically in her lovely accent.

As I followed Kate to where Amanda was sitting, I gawked with yearning at her sexy ass. 

"What an awesome summer!" I silently exulted as visions of daisy chains and girl/girl/girl sex danced in my head. 



Janet



Sorry no hard sex of any kind, so if that's not your thing, then don't bother to read this story.

Sort of a happy ending as well.

Hope you enjoy it!

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"Hi Mike!"

"Oh hello Carol," I replied turning round, unable to avoid my eyes quickly scanning the pretty woman in front of me, and especially her rather lovely slim body. "How's little Tim?"

"Oh he's fine this morning," the lovely young mother in front of me told me with a smile. "He's got over his cold now. How's Mary?"

"As gorgeous as ever," I responded grinning, looking back at my infant daughter. "But then again I suppose I'm may be biased."

"Oh I don't think so," Carol added, plonking her rather delightful, jeans clad bottom down beside me. "But she's so lucky to have a father like you after what her mother did."

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It all started nearly two years before.

That is to say my problems started, as till then my wife Janet and I had enjoyed what seemed to be a perfectly normal happy married life. That is assuming of course, that we accept that a happy marriage is normal. For some time for me, that was called into doubt!

We'd met a few years before, Janet being a friend of Martha who had been at school with my sister Julie. We met at a party in Manchester where we both lived, and hit it off straight away. We were both quite good looking in our own way I guess and seemed fairly well matched from the start. Janet was sort of slim but curvy at the same time, which maybe seems a contradiction, but she managed it, and carried it off incredibly well. Her long lustrous jet-black hair certainly didn't detract from her looks either, as didn't her sparkling deep blue eyes.

I would have to admit that I probably had to work a bit harder getting her to make us a regular couple than she did at the beginning, but once into it, then everything was just hunky-dory.

Neither of us were exactly virgins when we met so we both bought our past experience into the bedroom, and the result was pretty electric. She did things to me that I never thought possible and I decided quite early on not to query where she learnt so much, as it was me that was getting the benefit as it were, and for her part in fairness, Janet had never questioned me.

One thing led to another and it simply seemed that all our friends were getting hitched. We were all about that age I suppose; you know, late twenties -- early thirties, and looking to settle down.

Eventually I asked Janet to tie the knot with me and she agreed without hesitation, as I knew she would. We already more or less lived together anyway, so it simply a matter of a visit to the local registry office with close family and a group of friends, and then a big bash later that evening down at our local. Didn't even consummate the damn marriage that night having had a right skin full, but Janet was too Gin and Tonic'd out of it to worry about it too much anyway.

But life went on and marriage seemed to make little difference to out everyday life, which seemed to consist of work, partying, eating out and sex, but not necessarily in that order.

My one on going problem was that living up there in Manchester when I was an Arsenal supporter wasn't always easy. If it wasn't some bloody United fan then it was someone who followed City. 

Christ ------ Hard to believe it, but there were people up there who went to watch Stockport County every week!

Yes I know! 

Bolton Wanderers or even Wigan maybe, but ..... Well ..... Crikey????

Wasn't helped by Janet and all her family supporting Manchester United, and her Dad just shook his head when we discussed which club any kids we had might support.

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So life went on quite happily, and as a few years went on Janet and I grew closer and closer. I was her Zing, and she damn well Zanged me at least three times a week in bed.

I quite clearly remember it was the start of the football season when I noticed that things were not perhaps as they should be. I was Ok, but Janet seemed a little withdrawn and sometimes snappy with me. Couldn't put my finger on why exactly so I put it down to the time of the month. ---- Well, that's what us guys do don't we, when everything you say is wrong, and the sex gets cut off for a few days?

But her moods seemed to stretch on longer than they should have done, and if I hadn't been so busy at work then maybe, just maybe, I might have seen some warning signs. As it turned out I decided that I would have a serious chat with her that Sunday, but fate took a hold and I never got the chance.

We went out to a party at a local club on the Saturday when my life changed forever. It was someone who Janet worked with's engagement party but I can't for the life of me remember who, just that Janet and I were invited.

It was packed!

I had to queue for our drinks and they weren't even free. Some bloody engagement party! No wonder they'd had it in a club rather than their home, cheeky sods.

I got back to our table carefully carrying a couple of beers for me and Tod, Martha's husband, and G and T's for our wives.

"Where are the girls?" I asked Tod, not seeing either of them.

"Off dancing with some old friends of theirs," he replied casually. He wasn't worried, so why should I be?

We chatted with difficulty over the noise around us, invariably broaching the scores in the big games earlier that afternoon. Both Arsenal and United had won so it wasn't contentious, and I hardly noticed the time passing.

"Hi guys," greeted Martha as she got back to the table. "This my drink?"

"Yes," I replied breaking off from my diatribe about the problems with the 4-4-2 formation. "Where's Janet?"

"Oh still dancing out there somewhere," Martha responded and promptly changed the subject quickly.

Too damn quickly!

"Dancing with who?" I demanded, my attention sparked. "She's been dancing for some time now."

"Just an old friend Mike," Martha shot back. "Nothing to get upset about."

"Who's getting upset?" I queried. "Why should I get upset?"

"No reason Mike. No reason at all. It's just an old friend that Janet hasn't seen for some time."

Should that have rung warning bells maybe?

Difficult to do, but I sat back in my seat and took a swig of my pint, trying to pretend that I wasn't concerned, even though my insides were already churning.

Another ten minutes and at least two changes of music and my hackles were rising. Martha had whispered something to Tod at least twice and the two of them where busily avoiding my looks, almost pretending that I wasn't there.

"Come on you two," I asked at last in exasperation. "What the hell's going on here? Who is this friend of hers?"

"Maybe you better go and find her Mike," Tod ventured; ignoring the dirty looks that Martha was giving him.

"No!" she cried out, leaping to her feet and thrusting my half empty pint in my hands. "No need Mike. I'll go and find her for you."

Ah!

Something going on here and I asked, no ---- I demanded of Tod, what the hell the girls were up to.

"Oh just some footballer they used to know," he informed me not sounding too confident. "I think he used to play for United as a junior but didn't make the level, and has been up North somewhere playing in one of the lower divisions."

"They both knew him?" I queried, my throat going dry as I stood up, determined to go and see for myself what the hell was going on.

"I think your Janet knew him better than Martha did Mike," Tod admitted rather cautiously, holding onto my arm. "Don't do anything silly Mike. I'm sure Janet isn't doing anything she shouldn't be."

"Well I'll just go and see for myself Tod," I growled, shaking his hand off, wondering if this bloody footballer was anything to do with the funny mood that Janet had been in lately.

But I didn't get far. Not far at all!

"Here she is Mike," Martha announced breathlessly, as she strutted up to us, all but dragging Janet behind her. "No harm done."

Janet and I stared at one another for several moments in complete silence. Even the noise in the room around us seemed to die down. She just stood there, making no effort to sit down and offering no apologies or explanation.

"Who is he?" I demanded at last. "Where's this bugger appeared from?"

"What's it to you?" Janet snarled back at me. "What right do you have to dictate who I spend time with?"

"I'm your bloody husband," I reminded her raising my voice. "And you'd do well to remember it."

"Husband?" she spat at me. "Husband? It's you that should have remembered that I'm your wife."

"What are you on about Janet? What's got into you?"

I was shouting by then and had no idea what she was getting at, and people around us were beginning to notice the commotion.

"You weren't thinking of your wife when you were with that slut Jennifer Meadows were you?" Janet screamed back at me.

I opened my mouth to respond but my wits deserted me. What the hell did she know about Jennifer and me?

"See!" Janet continued accusingly. "You don't even deny it you bastard."

"Janet honey," I started to reply. "Jennifer and I were ..... "

It was as far as I got, as my wife interrupted me.

"You've fucked the slut haven't you," Janet accused me. "You've been to bed with her."

"Yes honey," I responded almost automatically, taken back by the ferocity of her attack. "But ...."

"No buts you cheating bastard," Janet interrupted. "I know what you've been up to with that cow and I'm not standing for it."

"But honey ---- It's not what you think."

Oh shit! Oh Golly Moses! ------ Of all the stupid damn things to say, why did I say that?

"Well you can go to hell you rotten bugger," Janet shouted so everyone around could hear. "We're finished and you can go and fuck bleeding Jennifer Meadows whenever you want from now on."

"Listen Janet," I started to say, moving forward to take Janet into my arms. "Jennifer and I were ...."

My speech was bought to a sudden halt by Janet, who grabbed a glass of beer from the table and threw it at me. I was too close to even try to duck and the glass hit me full on the temple, bringing me to a shocked standstill.

'Fuck you," screamed my wife and stormed off, closely followed by Martha who called after her to stop.

"Jesus Mike," Tod said, as he stood and started to wipe the beer off me. "Jennifer Meadows and you ---- She's bloody gorgeous man, but have you seen her husband?"

"I know her bloody husband Tod," I told him as I wiped myself down. "And he already knows about his wife and me." 

A surprised look appeared on Tod's face, but I didn't get much opportunity to explain much further, as over on the other side of the room what looked like a cat fight was going on, and women were screaming and shouting. Tables and chairs were going everywhere and it was a right old barny. In other circumstances I might have been concerned, or amused even, but the state I was in, I simply stood there and stared.

"Jesus Mike," Tod interjected. "That's your Janet over there fighting with some blonde."

"That's Jennifer Meadows."

"Christ so it is Mike," Tod mumbled. "Looks like it's broken up now though."

Oh shit! What a bloody mess. How in heaven's name could a couple of nights in the sack with Jennifer have come to this?

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"What's the bleeding game Mike?"

Even though I was holding my head in my hands, I could recognise the strident words of yet another very upset woman shouting at me. All I wanted at that moment was out! But life, at least my life, has never been that easy.

"Hi Jennifer, how are you?"

I couldn't think of anything else to say, the state I was in.

"How am I?" The lovely Jennifer Meadows screamed back at me, her great hulking husband Fred stood there glowering behind her. "What have you been telling that silly cow Janet?"

"Nothing," I claimed, keeping an eye on Fred. "I tried to explain but ...."

"She claimed we were having an affair Mike," Jennifer butted in. "Said that you'd admitted it to her."

I gulped! Fred, the big sod, was looking somewhat pained, and that wasn't good.

"What's this all about Mike?" Jennifer demanded.

"She didn't give me a chance to explain Jennifer," I managed to get in when she gave me a moment to talk. "She asked me if we'd been to bed together and I sort of admitted that we had, before I'd had time to think about it."

"But that was bloody years ago Mike," Jennifer exploded. "We went out together before I met Fred and you got together with Janet."

"I know," I mumbled. "But she didn't give me chance to explain that."

I looked up at Fred and he was smiling at me. Well ---- sort of smiling. I thanked my lucky stars that he already knew that Jennifer and I had been an item for a few months before he'd arrived on the scene.

He was a bloody big sod was that Fred!

"What a stupid cow that Janet is," remarked Jennifer, and then she let out a squeal.

"What's up?" I demanded, looking round, expecting to see my angry wife bearing down on us with a broom or something.

"Your face Mike," she cried out, noticing I supposed at last, that I was still dripping with beer.

"Janet threw a glass of beer over me Jennifer," I explained, trying to smile as if it didn't matter.

"But where did all that blood come from?"

Blood? ----- Oh golly gosh ---- What blood?

The cold liquid that I'd felt running down my face earlier, now felt warm to the touch. There was blood everywhere and it was even dripping on the table and straight into my beer.

What a damn waste!

Everyone started to fuss around me, women leaning forward and wiping my face with napkins and things.

The glass must have broken when it hit me. 

Gordon Bennet! What an almighty fuck up!

Within twenty minutes I was at the emergency admissions at the local hospital being booked in by some dragon masquerading in a nurse's uniform.

"Been fighting have you?" She accused me with a look of disgust. No surprise really looking at the flotsam and Jetsam laid out around me in the emergency admissions.

Well --- It was a Saturday night after all.

"No," I replied. "The wife did it."

"You probably deserved it," she commented curtly and moved on to the next poor sod. 

So much for the bloody National Health Service!

But seriously they did sort me out, and several stitches and a couple of hours later, Fred of all people led me out to his car and ran me home.

Home that is, to a cold empty place. 

No sign of Janet!

God ---- What a bloody mess.

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I tried ringing her mobile but with no success, as all I got was the answer message.

'Sorry, Janet Morris is not available ....' Etc etc etc.

A lot of bloody good that was and you can imagine how pissed off I was feeling.

I went to bed, but leave you to guess how much sleep I actually got that night. What was left of it that is.

Morning --- Sunshine ----- Shower ----- Tea and breakfast. Well, not too much breakfast as I could hardly hold it down. Then I heard a buzzing from my mobile phone and I walked wearily over to where I'd left it the previous night, not looking forward to the conversation that I knew was about to take place.

In fact, it was a text message, and yes you can guess who it was from.

'U R a cheating Bastard F off'

Well that was nice, wasn't it?

'Where R U' I texted back.

'Getting my revenge' came back and I felt the rest of my breakfast coming back up.

I desperately tried ringing to speak to her. To try to prevent Janet from making a terrible mistake. But again I got the answer phone message even though I knew she must have had her phone there with her.

It then occurred to me that it was nine thirty in the morning and that my loving wife had been gone all night long. With a sickening dawning I realised that it was probably too late to prevent what I dreaded, and images of my Janet, even at that very moment, naked under some damn idiot of a footballer, a second division one at that, swam before my eyes.

OH NO!

Despite myself I couldn't prevent the rest of my breakfast making another bid for freedom, and this time I just let it go. Bloody damn mess all over the carpet, which took me hours to clean up sometime later.

I was at a loss what to do.

I tried Martha's mobile but could get no answer, and when I tried their landline I breathed a sigh of relief when Fred answered.

"How's it going Mike?" He asked.

"Bloody terrible," I replied and told him about the text messages.

"Martha's gone over to try to talk some sense into her Mike," Fred went on. "She spoke to her on the phone earlier on and they had a right shouting match."

"Where is she Fred," I asked quietly. "Where did Janet spend the night?"

"I'm not supposed to tell you Mike," he responded unhappily. "I promised Martha."

"That more or less tells me where she spent the night then Fred, doesn't it?" I probed.

"Guess it does Mike," he confirmed. "But it doesn't mean she slept with him or anything."

"Who is this guy Fred," I asked, ignoring his last comment as unlikely. "What's his name?"

"I don't know him Mike," Fred told me, perhaps thinking he was on safer ground. "His name's Nick Masters or something like that and he got transferred in the closed season a few weeks back. He's playing for Stockport this year."

Stockport!

Stockport?

I've got nothing against Stockport mind you, but bloody hell!

Anyway the name Nick was all I needed to know. I'd never met the guy and Janet had never mentioned him.

But her Mum?

Ah Yes.

Yes, she had bought the name up a few times during our early days before she realised that her daughter was serious with me. Damn it, she'd even called me Nick by mistake a couple of times, but I'd laughed it off at the time.

Suddenly everything fell into place. 

He'd obviously been back in the area for a few weeks by then. Just about the period of time that Janet had been distant with me. Just about the time that the sex had dropped off.

I could hardly believe that my Janet would cheat on me, but all the evidence pointed that way. 

What was I going to do?

What could I do?

The obvious of course, the bloody cheating cow.

I jumped up and charged up the stairs bursting into our bedroom like a man possessed. Grabbing the first suitcase that came to hand from the cupboard, I threw open the first of Janet's drawers and started to shovel handfuls of blouses and things in. 

I'd show her!

I threw the drawer to one side in a rage and wrenched open the next draw, taking a handful of clothes from there as well.

Underwear!

Skimpy bras and tiny panties!

Sexy things all of them.

I couldn't help it honestly. 

I stopped and stared at them, remembering how gorgeous Janet looked in them. 

Remembering how she used to love to tease me by wandering about the house in just sexy bra and pants and a pair of high heels.

Remembering how just a few months ago she'd opened the door to me when I came home from work one evening, clad in just the very skimpy pieces of nothingness that I was grasping in my fist at that very moment.

It was then that the first tear blurred my vision, and though I spent the next few moments trying to wipe it away, it simply didn't seem to want to go.

They do say that it's only when you lose something that you realise how important it is, don't they?

Well for sure at that defining moment it hit me like a brick, just how much I loved Janet, and how much I would miss her if she left me. Or I kicked her out in fact which had seemed to be the course I'd been following.

She'd cheated on me and I had to be realistic about that. But who had fed her the line that I was cheating on her? Who had suggested that I was having an affair with Jennifer Meadows?

Blowed if I knew.

Did it make a difference anyway?

Well, clutching at straws it maybe could.




Janet



I dejectedly let the underwear in my hand fall back into the drawer, slumped down on the bed and let the tears flow, and I began to understand what the depths of despair was really all about, my previously happy existence in tatters.

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I was still sitting there some time later, hours maybe, when the phone rang again --- Yes, it had rang a few times and I had chosen to ignore it. 

"Hello," I answered with little enthusiasm.

"Hello Mike. It's me honey," I heard from the other end of the line. "I've been trying to ring you sweetheart."

"I've been out Janet," I lied, not wishing to admit that I'd been sat there crying my eyes out half the day.

"It seems I made a dreadful mistake Mike," Janet mumbled into the phone. "Martha told me about what happened afterwards, and I've even spoken to Jennifer and apologised."

"So what now then?" I challenged her. "Where do we stand Janet?"

"Well I hope .... That is I ..... Oh my God Mike ----- I suppose you know about Nick?"

"That he plays football for bloody Stockport do you mean, or that you spent the night in bed with him?"

There was a long silence on the line.

"Oh I'm so sorry Mike," she went on at last. "I do love you honey and I hate myself for hurting you like that. I've been a real bitch."

"You fucked him then?" I accused her.

"I don't want to talk about it on the phone honey," Janet gulped, obviously close to tears. "Can I come round and see you?"

"Not at the moment Janet," I responded, remembering the pile of sick still on the living room floor. "Give me an hour or so."

"Ok Honey," she replied, and this time I could hear the sobs. "I'll be there this evening about eight."

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Oh Christ what an awful damn job.

Have you ever scrubbed a carpet clean of vomit?

No?

Then it's not something I'd suggest you try, and I had to make two hasty visits to the toilet bowl before I got it looking and above all smelling about right, and then I had the same task to do to myself.

I wasn't looking forward to our meeting at all, and still hadn't made my mind up how to play it.

Yes sure --- Of course I wanted my wife back, but I needed to know who'd put all that rubbish in her head and for that, someone was going to pay.

Even then it wasn't that simple was it?

If Janet had indeed made one single error and it had been just that one slip up, then I thought I could forgive her. Yes, these things happen, and I wanted her back enough to turn the other cheek as it were.

But she'd been funny with me for two weeks or more. Had she been seeing this Nick guy behind my back for two weeks? Had she been having sex with him all that time behind my back?

I had no idea, and there was no point in surmising. 

I simply prayed that by that night, that all would be Ok between us again.

Eight O'clock came and went, and I was a bundle of nerves.

The phone rang! 

That damn phone again.

"Hi Mike, it's Martha," greeted me.

"Hi Martha, I'm just waiting for Janet to turn up," I replied. "Thanks --- I understand you explained things to her."

"I'm afraid Janet's not going to be there tonight Mike," Martha hit me with, without any pre-amble. "I've been on the phone with her for the last hour and she's in a terrible state."

"Why," I demanded, even though it was a stupid question.

"She's just so confused Mike. Can't believe what she's done to you, and not sure that you'll take her back. She's a very confused woman and very upset."

"Well she probably deserves it to be honest," I went on. "But I don't want to lose her Martha. I love her very much."

"I know you do Mike," Martha comforted me. "I'm sure you'll both sort it out for the best. Janet asked me to tell you that she'll be over to talk with you tomorrow after work. Her Mum will be bringing her over."

'That old dragon,' I thought, but not out loud, and simply thanked Martha for letting me know.

"I suppose Janet is spending the night at her parent's place then?" I asked crossing my gingers, seeking reassurance.

"I guess so Mike."

That was all the reassurance I got. It left me feeling empty inside and I picked the phone up at least four times to ring her parent's house, but put it back each time, so utterly confused.

What if she refused to talk to me?

Even worse, what if she wasn't actually there?

Oh shit!

I told myself that everything would be Ok the next day and eventually made it up to bed, the bottle and a half of wine that I'd consumed at least helping me to fall into a troubled sleep.

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Forget about the next day at work. Better just forget all about it. I didn't get the sack or anything, but the boss certainly wasn't very happy with me.

"Go home Mike," he instructed me half way through the afternoon. "You're no bloody good here."

I think he realised I was having some family problems, and I remember him going through a few troubled months the previous year.

"Whatever the problem is Mike, get it sorted. Don't go and do something hot headed and regret it for the rest of your life."

So, home I went, and promptly wished that I was still back at work, where at least I notionally had something to keep my mind occupied.

The call from Martha when it came was a welcome distraction and she wished me luck as well. Told me not to jump off the deep end, and to give Janet time to explain everything. 

Well it seemed that everyone else wanted my marriage to continue, and it seemed that Janet was keen as well.

Seemed it was going to be down to me, so I resolved to try to forgive and forget. Forget? --- Well that wouldn't be so easy, but I did feel that forgiveness was possible.

No ---- Not easy, that's not the right word, but Janet was my life. Damn it we'd even been talking about trying for a baby a few weeks before hadn't we?

Weren't too sure about that for a while, but ........ Well, just .... Just but!

My heart missed a beat when I heard the car pull up and I couldn't resist peeping out the window to watch Janet and her damn mother alight from the car. The pair of them looked nervously up at the house, and I'm sure that Janet snapped something angrily at the old dragon.

I hoped that Janet wouldn't ring the bell or anything silly, but sure enough a few moments later the pair of them entered to find me standing there waiting for them.

"Hello Mike," Janet ventured cautiously. "Are you OK honey?"

When I said nothing but simply shrugged my shoulders and nodded my head in acceptance, Janet face broke into a small smile and she rushed up to me and threw her arms round me, pulling me tight.

"Oh I'm so damn sorry Mike. I really and truly am," she sobbed. "I've been so silly to listen to what other people told me."

"It's OK sweetheart," I answered, wrapping my arms round her, and letting the healing process begin, difficult though I knew it would be.

"Would you mind leaving us for a while please?" I said to her mother who was still standing there scowling. "I think Janet and I need a little time alone together."

"I think I'd better stay and just ......" She began to object, but Janet interrupted her.

"Please Mum, don't be awkward. This isn't easy for Mike and I'd prefer it if you weren't here as well."

Her mother pulled a face, and reluctantly turned and left the room. I was a bit puzzled at why she still thought I was at fault, as that was certainly her attitude towards me.

Our conversation started, and the beginning at least, was much as I expected.

"I can't apologise enough Mike for how much I must have hurt you honey," Janet began. "I should have talked to you about it before doing something as stupid as that in public."

"Who fed you those lies then Janet," I asked, but she refused to tell me, though I caught her glancing towards the door where her mother had left, before she caught herself and looked back at me.

So that it, was it? The cow, the bitch. Why in hell's name did her mother hate me so much? I decided that this wouldn't be the end of the matter, but that moment of reconciliation didn't seem to be the right moment. I'd bide my time. I'd find out, and that trouble-making cow would pay.

"Can you forgive me honey?" Janet pleaded, looking up at me with tears in her eyes.

"I've got to know what I have to forgive Janet," I responded. "You slept with him didn't you?"

"Yes Mike," she whispered quietly into my chest.

"And I suspect that the other night may have not been the first time either?"

"No Mike," Janet flashed back at me. "I swear to you that last night was the first time. At least that is, the first time since years ago when I was his girlfriend."

"But you've been seeing him though haven't you?" I accused her.

"Yes," she admitted humbly. "I've met him a few times over lunch and a couple of times after work."

"And had sex I suppose," I scowled.

"No I told you Mike," Janet pleaded with me. "I promise you we didn't. I let him kiss me and things a bit, that's all."

"But why Janet?" I asked back, on the point of tears myself. "I have to know Janet to get past this. What's wrong with me sweetheart? Don't you love me?"

"Of course I love you Mike," she cried back in despair. "But that's the problem, don't you see?"

"See what?" I retorted. "You love me so why did you need another man?"

Janet hesitated, and then ended all hope for me.

"I love Nick as well Mike. Can't you understand? I've never stopped loving him and should have gone up north with him when he asked me several years ago. It was only Mum that stopped me then, and I never looked at another man seriously till I met you."

"What? What the fuck are you telling me," I screamed at her, pushing her away, my brain unable to register quite what she was telling me.

"I'm sorry Mike, but you had to find out sooner or later honey," she sobbed aloud, the tears streaming down her cheeks. "I do love you honey, but I love Nick as well and always have. Nick is ..... Well Nick is Nick and we were always meant to be together."

"What are you telling me," I choked out unable to believe my ears, my heart pounding inside my chest.

"I'm sorry honey," Janet cried, now in a full flood of tears. "I'm not coming home baby. I can't. I've got to try to make it with Nick now he's back. It was just meant to be that way."

I stood there in a trance, unable to speak and quite likely on the edge of a heart attack of some sort. 

I couldn't believe it.

I'd been searching my heart to see if I could find it within me to forgive my wife, and all that time my darling Janet was planning on dumping me for another man.

At that moment the door burst open and the dragon charged in.

"Haven't you caused enough problems already?" she shouted at me. "Look, I hope you're pleased with yourself now ---- You've made my daughter cry."

"Mum," Janet sobbed. "Please don't interfere."

"None of this would have happened if he hadn't come along," the dragon continued unabated. "You took her away from me and from Nick."

"Mum, shut up for Christ's sake," Janet screamed at her.

"Better still," I butted in, regaining my senses at least a tiny bit. "You can piss off out of my house you interfering old cow."

"You can't talk to me like that," the old cow spat back at me, but I took her by the arm and forcibly frog marched her to the front door, where I pushed her out and slammed the door in her face.

"Sorry about Mum," Janet said forlornly. "Sorry about everything Mike."

"I think you'd better go as well Janet," I informed my so-called wife sternly. "Nick will be missing you."

"But we've got things to sort out Mike," Janet argued. "I can't just walk off and leave you like that."

"You've walked off and left me once Janet," I pointed out angrily. "I don't need your bloody sympathy."

"But I want to help you Mike," she blubbered. "I want to try to make you understand."

"I don't want your damn help Janet," I spat back at her. "And I understand perfectly well that you've cheated on me and now you're deserting me for some other poor sod."

"Please Mike," she sobbed softly. "Please let me ......"

"NO Janet!" I screamed back at her, at the end of my tether. "Please, if you want to do something for me, then just go!"

Janet broke down and cried again, sobbing into her hands.

"Can you ever forgive me Mike," she asked at last between sobs. "Can you ever forgive me for what I've done to you?"

"Yes, you're forgiven you bitch if that's what you want," I lied to her between my teeth. "Now piss off out of my house and let me get on with the rest of my life, if I ever can."

Janet made to step towards me offering up her face in a familiar way, for what would have been one final kiss maybe, but I stepped back and held up my hand to stop her.

"I may forgive you Janet," I cried in anguish. "But not enough to ever let you touch me again."

Janet visibly crumpled even further, turned slowly and left the house, her cries still audible as she disappeared out of my life forever.

Or so I thought at the time!

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I don't remember a thing about the next few days as I sank into a bottomless pit of depression. From happily married man thinking about starting a family, I had slumped to an abandoned wretch in just a couple of days.

It was too much, and I turned to drink as an escape, but of course that is never an answer is it?

I'd rather not dwell too much on that sorry week, but with the help of a few friends I managed to pull through. Even my boss was understanding, but then again I was very good at my job, so I suppose it paid him to be so.

See ------ See what was happening to me? Not surprisingly, I was becoming a cynic!

Our friends seemed to split down the middle. Though the majority of them had known Janet much longer than me, many of them stuck by me. They never mentioned her by name in my presence, except by accident on the odd occasion. 

Some awful hurt inside me wanted to find out more about Nick, but I couldn't bring myself to ask any of them for any information. I even went to watch bloody Stockport play one evening, and saw the bastard come on as a substitute in the second half and score a goal to force the draw. I still knew little about him, but had to admit he was a handy footballer. I wondered if Janet was in the crowd that evening, and scanned the boxes to see if I could see her. 

But no sign of her. It was just too far away maybe.

I left the ground that night feeling so miserable that I couldn't hope to describe it. The bastard had beaten me, and all I could do was see images of a happy Janet launching herself into his arms after his success on the field.

I doubt if she gave one thought for poor me.

There was no way I was up to dating or anything, and that would surely take a good while to feel OK to re-start that part of my life. I hadn't thought about a divorce or anything, and didn't see the point. If she wanted to marry the sod, then she could do the work and he could pay for it. He no doubt earned enough as a professional footballer, even if it was just Stockport.

Life went on!

Then, about three weeks after our split up, around nine O'clock one night, my miserable evening was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Answering it, I was astonished to see Janet standing there.

"What do you want?" I asked in an unfriendly tone. 

"Can I come in please Mike," she requested.

I hesitated, but stood aside and followed her into the living room, my mind in turmoil, Janet being the last person I expected to see.

Dammit ---- Why did she have to look so bloody gorgeous?

"So what do you want then?" I repeated sternly, noting how unhappy Janet looked. Maybe he'd thrown her out or something? 

Maybe that was too much to hope for?

Did I really want that to happen?

"Can I have a cup of tea please honey?" Janet asked quietly.

"Are you sure you're staying that long Janet," I shot back at her. "Won't Nick be missing you? And I'm not your honey anymore unless you've forgotten."

"Please Mike don't be horrible to me," she whined, wringing her hands together. "Nick doesn't know I'm here, but we've got something we need to talk about."

"I've got nothing to talk to you about Janet," I told her, my heart breaking.

"Please Mike, don't be difficult. We really do need to talk."

Reluctantly I went to the kitchen and made two mugs of tea. Seemed like old times, but of course it was nothing of the sort. I stood there waiting for the kettle to boil, wondering what the hell Janet wanted from me this time. 

The divorce maybe????

Was this to be the moment?

"So what have we got to talk about Janet?" I demanded, handing over her mug of tea. "I can't imagine there's much left to sort out."

"I'm pregnant Mike!" She blurted out, and dropped her head in her hands.

"That was damn quick," I shot back. "You've only been fucking him for a few weeks."

"It's not Nick's baby Mike."

"What?"

"It's not Nick's Mike."

"But .... But ..... I don't understand."

"I'm nearly three months gone Mike," Janet went on almost inaudibly. "It couldn't be Nick's, as he only came back a couple of months ago. It has to be yours. You're the father of my baby Mike."

Oh bloody hell!

What on earth did I do to deserve this?

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Let's be honest. 

At that point you wouldn't want to have been in my shoes would you.

What would you have done?

The woman that I hated, but loved at the same time was pregnant with MY baby. Oh, make no mistake there. It was MY baby.

Did I tell her to piss off as I was inclined to do, or did I react differently as I really wanted to?

I was a confused mess.

Well, to begin with we both simply stood there staring at one another. Me wondering what to say, and Janet wondering what my reaction would be.

"Well?" Janet asked eventually.

"I don't know what to say," I replied.

"Well are you happy?" she asked tentatively.

"Should I be?" I countered.

"We were planning a family Mike," she went on cautiously. "Before ..... Well .... You know .... Before what happened."

"But where does that leave us now Janet?" I asked ---- The obvious question.

"It's up to you Mike," Janet managed with difficulty to spill out. "Whether you'll have me back or not."

"And Nick, your boyfriend. What about him," I demanded, feeling my hackles rise at her cheek. "Where does he come into all this?"

"He's not into kids Mike. He's made that very clear, and especially someone else's."

"Does he even know about the baby?" I queried, wondering if he'd already thrown her out. "Does anyone else know?"

"No Mike," she replied, incredibly honestly. "I thought I'd tell you first. I haven't changed my feelings for Nick in any way since I've been away Mike. But I really have missed you so very much. Not a day has passed that I haven't thought about you."

"But he's still first choice though?"

"Maybe. But you and the baby together change everything. I'll give him up if I have to."

My mind was doing overtime as we sat there simply looking at one another again. I knew things could never be the same again, but just maybe they could be at least OK. 

And the baby? That was the clincher!

I simply couldn't throw my own unborn baby out on the street.

"Ok then Janet," I relented. "You can move back in if that's what you want, but not into my bedroom. Until further notice you sleep in the spare bedroom and we'll see how it works out."

"Oh thank you Mike honey," Janet gushed, leaping up and rushing over to me. "I knew you wouldn't let me down. You'll see, it will all work out for the best."

I turned my face to offer my cheek when she tried to kiss me, which surprised her, but she ended up on my lap anyway with her arms round my neck. I wanted to shoo her off, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. She just felt so right being there again.




Janet



"I'll move back in next week sometime if that's OK with you Mike," Janet gushed, but was she in for a surprise?

"You move in now, this very moment or not at all," I loftily informed her. "No way am I sitting at home for a week waiting for you, while you're with him."

"But what about Nick," she squirmed. "I have to explain to him Mike. I can't just abandon him."

"Like you did me you mean," I snarled at her, but she just dropped her gaze.

"They're my conditions Janet. You move back here right now. You don't go to see him. You don't telephone him. You don't tell him you're pregnant and in fact you don't tell anyone you're pregnant till we can't hide it any more."

"But Mike I can't do that. What will Nick think?"

"With any luck," I answered her. "He'll think what I want him to think --- What everyone will think. He'll assume that you left him to go back to me."

"But it will crucify him Mike. It'll break his heart."

"Yes it will with any luck," I almost smirked. "Maybe he'll see how I felt when he took you from me."

"Please Mike," she pleaded with me. "Don't make me do this. If you really still love me, then don't make me."

"If you love me as you say you still do Janet, and if you plan to spend the rest of your life with me, then I don't think it's a lot to ask," I explained. "But it's still your choice."

"You've changed Mike," Janet commented unhappily. 

"You changed me Janet," I pointed out. "So maybe you can change me back."

I made Janet e-mail Nick with the news that she was leaving him to come back to me, and that she never wanted to see him again. It wasn't quite as short and impersonal as the text messages that I got, but it was enough. I wouldn't let her phone him to tell him anything. I insisted that she was never to contact him in any way again, and that if she even so much as saw him in the street she should walk away, or our relationship would end.

Let the bastard suffer!

By the way, I also told her that her mother was no longer welcome in our house, and she didn't seem to have any problem with that at all.

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Strangely it all seemed to work out quite reasonably right from the start. I made a point of telling Janet that I wouldn't be checking up on her, and that I put my trust in her to keep to our arrangement, and I think that helped. 

I don't think I really trusted her of course, but what good would it do to make a fuss about it?

About a week later she told me that Nick had rang her at work lots of times and she had refused to take his calls. Eventually that day he had tricked her by pretending to be someone else and got through to her. She admitted she'd spoke to him for a few minutes but stuck to our story and said nothing about the baby.

I just nodded my approval. I hoped the bastard was suffering like I had.

Janet moved into the spare room as agreed, but other than that we led a normal life like any other normal couple. Everyone assumed what I wanted them to, that Janet had come back to me and I had forgiven her. 

Our friends accepted it and except for a few, seemed happy that we'd worked out our problems.

A little time later Janet joined me on the sofa and took my hand and put it on her tummy.

"Can you feel her moving?" She asked, her deep blue eyes blazing with happiness.

I couldn't actually but it was perhaps our first intimate moment, and I left my hand there longer than I had to. Later, when we put the TV on, Janet again sat down beside me and leant up against me. When I didn't reject her she snuggled up closer and we spent the next couple of hours cuddled up on the sofa together like an ordinary happy couple.

When time came for bed, she took my hand and we walked hand in hand upstairs without a word. We passed the spare bedroom and quite naturally entered mine, where we helped one another off with our clothes. The merest hint of a bump was apparent and Janet just looked so healthy and beautiful. We slipped into bed together and cuddled up closely, both enjoying the warm intimacy of each other's bodies.

No!

No we didn't make love that night, but spent the whole night in one another's arms. We didn't even kiss till the morning when I woke so happy to find my wife back there beside me where she should be. We didn't actually make love for another two nights, but from then on the spare room was redundant. Had to be really as the baby was coming and at some stage would want that room herself.

Life was good again, and our problems seemed but a memory. Not a distant one, a painful one even, but one that I could manage live with.

Then little Mary popped out at five thirty five, one cold January morning and life seemed better than I'd ever dreamed it could be again. I even accepted to be in the same room as my mother, as long as the room was not in our house. Nick was never mentioned and if Janet still thought about him then I wasn't aware of it.

My niggling doubts diminished till they almost disappeared, and when we celebrated Mary's first birthday at our house, I even relented and let the dragon attend.

I didn't intend to say much to her, but .... Well you know.

Yes --- I know, but life was just so good, and it was our lovely little baby Mary that had made it all possible.

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"Pity Nick couldn't be here," I heard the old dragon saying to Janet as I walked back into the kitchen with some dirty glasses, at which point I froze on the spot.

"We don't talk about Nick in this house Mum," I was delighted to hear my loving wife reply. "Mike would be really upset."

"Bugger him Janet," her mother retorted. "He's a Southerner, and you know I've never liked him."

"Keep your voice down Mum," Janet admonished her mother.

"Ok Janet, but what did Nick think of the baby when he saw how beautiful she was?"

Oh shit ---- What was this I was hearing? ----- The smile melted from my face.

"It wasn't a good idea of yours Mum," Janet went on. "He's simply not into babies and it would never work out. Anyway, Mike is a wonderful father, and I do love him."

"But you can't keep on seeing Nick behind Mike's back dear," the dragon then said. "You've got to make your mind up between the two of them."

"I wouldn't have had to if you hadn't interfered again Mum." I heard my wife say angrily. "You damn well knew what would happen when you tricked me into meeting Nick again, and I was doing so well forgetting about him."

"He's just no good for you, that Mike dear," the bitch of dragon insisted. "If I'd had my way ....."

"If you'd had your way you bloody cow," I interrupted, bursting in on them. "Janet and I would never have been married."

"Oh my God Mike," screamed Janet. "How long have you been ...... Oh God you heard everything didn't you?"

I didn't even so much as give her an answer. I simply grabbed my mother by the collar and roughly dragged her out of the kitchen, through the group of astounded friends and family gathered there, and threw her out of the front door for the second time in our life. Not stopping to check whether she was OK or not, I stormed back into our living room to confront the assembled throng.

"Sorry folks but this party is now over," I announced loudly. "I suggest that you all piss off right now and take my cheating wife with you before I do something that I'll regret."

Some took the hint and some stood there stunned by the turn of events.

"I think you all better go," Janet piped up. "Mike and me need to be on our own."

"No fucking way you bitch," I screamed at her, grabbing at her dress, which tore half off of her. "You're the first to go."

Commotion ---- Well you can imagine can't you.

Several of the guys caught hold of me to restrain me, and at least one of them tried to take a pop at me. 

Fred, big sod that he was, sorted that one out, and bustled me out of the room before the whole thing became nasty. 

I really have a lot to thank him for when I think back on it.

Some time later he led me back into our living room where I found Fred and Martha waiting and everyone else gone.

Except for Janet of course, who was slumped in a chair looking as miserable as sin.

"Happy are you now you bitch?" I shouted out at her.

"Settle down now Mike," Fred said, putting his huge arm around me, both to comfort and restrain me I suspect.

"Give Janet a chance to explain please Mike," Martha interjected. "It maybe isn't as bad as you think."

"As bad?" I gasped. " It's a damn sight worse than bad."

"He's right Martha," Janet butted in. "I've been a fool again, a bloody damn fool."

"Bloody right there," I shouted at her. "What have you got to say for yourself?"

"Just that I'm so sorry Mike," she wept. "I won't even ask you to forgive me as I know you won't."

"But Janet ...." Stated Martha, but was interrupted.

"It's no good Martha. I've let Mike down again and he knows it. I have no right to even ask him to understand."

"I think you'd better go Janet," I told her angrily. "You're no longer welcome here."

"What about Mary?" she pleaded.

"She stays here with me," I insisted.

"But I'm her mother Mike."

"Should have thought of that before," I pointed out. "Where the hell are you going to take her anyway? Your fancy man won't have her, and if you took her to that bitch of a mother of yours then I'd burn her bloody house down."

"He's right Janet," Martha agreed with me. "Come back for the night with us and we'll sort this all out tomorrow."

"I'm so sorry Mike --- Oh God I'm so sorry," sobbed Janet looking back at me as she was led out by Martha and Fred. "I met him a couple of times, that's all, and I swear I didn't sleep with him."

"Yes I'm sure you are," I spat at her as I slammed the door shut on the three of them.

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If it hadn't been for little Mary then I would have got paralytic drunk that night. 

Jesus, a man can take only so much! But I had responsibilities by then didn't I?

Things had changed.

I did have a few glasses, but then went up to bed, dragging the cot with little Mary in it into my room, where we slept alongside one another. She totally unaware of the changes about to happen in her young life. But me? Well, less said the better. 

Oh God ---- here I went again, but this time it was different, and if I had to fight tooth and nail, there was no way I was going to give up my Mary without a hell of a fight, and somehow I didn't think I was going to have to do that.

As it turned out, I again didn't bother with a divorce, leaving that to her if she needed one. I went for a formal separation instead, which was cheaper and much quicker anyway. My main reason for doing so was to establish custody of young Mary, and when he heard all the circumstances, and that Janet didn't object, the judge had no problems granting me what I wanted.

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"Hi Mike!"

"Oh hello Carol," I replied turning round, unable to avoid my eyes quickly scanning the pretty woman in front of me, and especially her rather lovely slim body. "How's little Tim?"

"Oh he's fine this morning," the lovely young mother in front of me told me with a smile. "He's got over his cold now. How's Mary?"

"As gorgeous as ever," I responded grinning, looking back at my infant daughter. "But then again I suppose I'm may be biased."

"Oh I don't think so," Carol added, plonking her rather delightful, jeans clad bottom down beside me. "But she's so lucky to have a father like you after what her mother did."

Heard this before haven't you all?

Yes indeed, this is where we came in. So where do we go? What happened next?

Read on please --- Read on.

---------------

Carol I have to say was a stunning piece of crumpet. Ok, so she was a good few years younger than me, but that didn't mean I couldn't look. With her lustrous auburn/cum red hair and her near perfect slender shape she was everything a guy could dream of. Too young for me though, the twelve years between us seeming to be too long a stretch to hurdle.

Life for a single working dad turned out to be satisfying but not easy. All I seemed to do was work and look after Mary, but at that time that's all I ever wanted. I did however discover the local park and all the lovely young mums that frequented it, and after a few explanations of why I was there, they all accepted me without question. 

They were gorgeous!

Well ---- Most of them were, but since I wasn't in 'pulling' mode it didn't matter and I got my fun just looking and chatting.

OK ---- So I admit that I looked at Carol a bit more than the others!

I'd met her in the park when I'd been out with Mary and she'd been walking young Tim. Happy little chap he was and we took to one another straight away, him chuckling away and me unable to hide my smile of pleasure.

Mary's husband had gone over to the middle east for some security enterprise and come back in a body bag soon after. The company had not exactly abandoned her, but their generosity was limited and about to run out. 

She needed somewhere not too expensive and it suddenly occurred to me that I needed a live in nanny for Mary.

Q.E.D.

Sorry ---- it's latin I think, and I don't understand what it means exactly, but as a sort of engineer/mathematician for most of my life, it's a term I have often used. It sort of means one had arrived at a solution without too much difficulty. Something obvious!

Voila! (Sorry, that one's French)

Accordingly, Carol moved in and looked after the two kids while I ---- Well I went to work to earn the money.

Hey Presto! (Is that really Italian?)

These things have a way of working themselves out, and though I wasn't at the time having any sort of relationship with the girl, we were very content together. Life was fine, the kids were happy and so were Carol and I.

I had really started to get over Janet.

Then one evening I was sitting on the sofa while Carol tidied away the delicious dinner we'd just had. My daughter Mary had climbed up alongside me and snuggled up, yawning away and obviously not far from sleep. Then Tim decided that my lap looked comfortable and waddled over, and pulled himself right up on top of me. Curling himself into a ball, young Tim made himself comfortable and promptly fell asleep on my lap.

In all honesty, it was one of those magic moments, and I wasn't far from following the pair of them into do-do land.

"Is there room there for me?" Giggled Carol as she walked back into the room.

"Not unless we put the kids to bed," I joked back, half expecting a playful slap for my cheek.

"Well they're both sound asleep so we might as well," Carol replied to my surprise, and promptly scooped Tim up from me. 

Picking up Mary, I then followed her up to the spare bedroom that the two small kids shared with Carol, and we put them away for the night, both giving the two kids a goodnight kiss.

"You don't give me a goodnight kiss Mike," Carol teased me when we got back downstairs. She often teased me like that, so I said something equally silly back to her.

"Am I ugly or something Mike?" Carol asked after staring at me for a few moments.

"Course not Carol," I replied cautiously. "You're very attractive."

"You gay or something?" She went on, grinning ear to ear.

"Hardly!"

Well ---- I wasn't!

"You fancy me then?"

"Well of course I do Carol," I spluttered, knowing I was on dangerous ground. "Any man would, but there's the age thing."

"Twelve years?" Carol queried. "Twelve years is a problem?"

"Carol," I tried to explain. "You're nearly young enough to be my daughter."

Ok, that wasn't true and Carol looked at me quizzically.

"So then," Carol broke the silence with as she stood up from her chair. "If I'm just a child in your eyes, then me taking my clothes off won't disturb you will it?"

I swallowed hard as she started to unbutton her blouse, my voice failing me at first as I tried to tell her to stop.

"Carol you shouldn't," I croaked out at last.

"Then tell me to stop Mike and I promise you faithfully, that I'll never try this damn stunt again. I'd be far too embarrassed"

Oh my Gawd!

Speechless, I watched as the blouse was discarded, then her skirt. Carol did a little twirl then undid her bra and cast it aside. My God, her firm little breast and gorgeous long hard nipples were incredible to look at and I don't have to describe the effect it was having on me.

"Well Mike?" She challenged me. "Do I stop or go all the way?"

Gulp!

Words wouldn't come out, so I simply nodded, which seemed to work for her, her tiny panties soon joining the little pile of clothes arranged round her.

"High heels off, or are you feeling a little kinky with this little girl?" She demanded her grin lighting her whole face.

"Come here sweetheart," I ordered her, and seconds later she was curled up naked in my arms, just where her son had just been, but with a totally different result.

Twelve years?

No problem, and though she was younger than me, Carol was just as knackered as I was when the playful cries of the kids woke the pair of us up in the morning.

"Your turn or mine?" The beautiful young woman cuddled up against me asked me sleepily. 

"I'll go and settle them down this morning as long as you don't move till I get back," I offered.

"Fine lover," Carol whispered huskily grinning at me. "Your turn this morning and my turn tomorrow."

Tomorrow eh?

And the next day and the next!

Life suddenly looked damn good again, believe me.

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It turned out even better than damn good actually, as Carol and I found ourselves so well suited. Six months later and despite my earlier decision to leave it to Janet, I applied for a divorce, and immediately that came through, Carol and I got hitched. 

I officially adopted Tim as my son, and Carol, with Janet's blessing (yes, she was still around), adopted Mary. 

In fact Janet had been visiting Mary at regular intervals and got on well with Carol. She even started to take both kids out with her when she took Mary out somewhere. I had made it clear however that I would not be happy with Janet's mother being around her, but it appeared that Janet saw little of her anyway.

And Nick the footballer?

Never actually met the guy and never really want to. I know he refused to marry Janet, but as far as I know was never unfaithful to her either. But there was no doubt either that my ex wife's relationship with her new man was not working out as she had hoped, and her strained relationship with her parents didn't help either.

I found myself feeling sorry for her ---- Can you imagine that?

I guess once you have loved a woman the way I loved Janet then it doesn't just suddenly end. Feelings may wane and may eventually wither, but they're still there and tend to resurrect themselves, sometimes at the worst possible moment.

For me that was about three years into my marriage to Carol. Nick had been dropped by Stockport, and at his age he would find it difficult to find another decent team. Then his attempts to get into management were unsuccessful. 

It was, I suppose a low time for the pair of them and Janet needed a shoulder to cry on.

"I don't know how you could be so good to me Mike," Janet cried. "After what I did to you."

"It's Ok Janet," I replied holding her in my arms to comfort her. "It all worked out in the end."

"But I miss you Mike," she whimpered. "After all that's happened between us, I still miss you."

"I miss you to honey," I found myself saying for some reason, and gave her a comforting kiss on the forehead.

I don't know how it happened but that little kiss turned into a kiss on the lips, and before either of us knew it we were kissing each other furiously, all the passion of our old relationship bought back to the fore. I don't know who started it, and it doesn't matter anyway, but the next thing we were touching and stroking one another, and tearing at one another's clothing.




Janet



Within moments we were both near naked and in a frenzy I pushed Janet onto the sofa, where she opened her legs wide to receive me. 

"Fuck me Mike," she screamed excitedly. "Fuck me hard."

I needed no further encouragement, and thrust forward lost in my passion, my erect cock about to re-enter a once familiar place.

"What are we doing for Christ's sake Mike?"

Janet's screamed words bought me up short.

"We can't do this Mike," she added, staring up at me.

"But Janet," I pleaded just about beyond control. "Just this once honey. Please just this once."

"NO! Mike ----- NO!" She cried out aloud, trying to push me away. "This is how I fucked up my marriage with you Mike. I won't let it happen again."

"But Janet," I appealed again. Hey guys --- If you've been there, then you would understand. If you've never been there, then why the hell are you reading this story?

"No Mike, no! I can't let you do to Carol what I did to you. I can't!"

I found my sexual frenzy hesitate then take a dive. Her words had hit home strongly.

"Please Mike get up ------ Get off of me honey. Think of Carol and the children Mike. We can't do this to them, we really can't."

Oh Christ!

What the hell had I nearly done?

The two of us glared at one another, then I slowly lifted myself off her. In silence we both retrieved our clothes and got dressed. 

"I'm sorry Mike," Janet sobbed to me. "I just couldn't let you make the same mistake that I did."

"No need to say sorry Janet," I told her, my heart pounding. "I shouldn't have taken advantage of you."

"But you didn't Mike ---- You didn't. You still have feelings for me though don't you?"

I nodded my head agreeing with her, not willing to risk it in words. 

"But you love Carol as well don't you?"

"Yes I do Janet," I replied. "I'm so damn confused. I don't know what to do."

"I know exactly how you feel Mike. You have to do what I should have done when I found myself in the same position," Janet lectured me. "It can be heartbreaking loving two people at the same time Mike, but you have to chose your wife, not me."

We fell back into one another's arms again, but the mood was different this time, both seeking comfort from the other.

"I'd better go now honey," Janet said at last, and breaking away from me gathered up her things and slowly made for the door. 

"Carol will be home soon," she added. "Don't say anything about this, and spoil her rotten tonight."

"Thank you Janet," I said sadly. "And you get back to Nick. It sounds as if he needs you."

"I will Mike," Janet replied with an even sadder sound to her voice. "He's a good man really."

"He deserves your love Janet," I told her, all the hate that had stored up inside me seeming to melt away.

"I'm older and wiser now Mike," Janet croaked on the edge of tears again. "I think there's only one man that I've ever truly loved, and it's not ....."

At that, Janet broke down totally into floods of tears and fled out of the door; leaving me there with that final thought.

If only? 

But then again, I knew that I was just as much in love with Carol as I had ever been with Janet.

Pity for her that my ex wife hadn't realised the same thing several years back, and for the first time perhaps I appreciated the turmoil she must have gone through back then.

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Well that's the end of my little tale really, though by no means the end of my life. Six years on I'm still blissfully, happily married to Carol my wife and blessed with such wonderful children.

Yes Tim and Mary, and little Freddy and Linda for that matter are a joy to us both. Janet is God Mother to the last two, both born perfect specimens on the same day a couple of years ago. Yes twins, which overjoyed Tim and Mary, as they've gone through their childhood telling everyone that that's what they were, even though they knew it wasn't strictly correct.

And Nick?

He eventually got a decent job in a sports centre, where he is apparently quite happy and looks after Janet quite well.

Good luck to him I say! 

I wish him no harm, though we've still never actually met, and I've no great wish to.

One last point by the way.

I got a really good promotion three years back and we had to move to the other side of Manchester. We bought a beautiful Victorian house with four bedrooms in Chapel Heaton, which as those from up that way will know is actually ..... Well I don't like to admit it but it's ..... Oh damn it OK then --- It's bloody Stockport!

And hey! It's a really nice friendly place.

I love it. I even take young Tim to see Stockport County play most Saturdays, unless the Arsenal is playing up here in the North West somewhere, but I beg you ---- Please don't tell anyone!

++++++++++ 

Well, there you are.

Hope you liked it.

I actually lived in Stockport quite a few years ago, and worked in Trafford Park nearby where Man. U. play. Saw a lot of their European games, when the likes of Bobby Charlton and that lot were playing.

Happy days!

I'm still and Arsenal man through and through though.

Come on the Reds!



Janet



It all started with an argument about six months ago. 

Janet and I have been married going on four years. The first three were great but the last year has been a bitch. It started out normally but over the first few months everything seemed to go to shit. I don't know what happened but all I knew was that she was unhappy with me and it showed up in her attitude towards me. We were always arguing. 

It got so bad that one evening we had a screaming donnybrook over dinner and she ran sobbing out of the house and took off in her car. I didn't know where she was going and I didn't give a damn. I went to bed that night after midnight...... alone. She still hadn't returned.

I got the call around 3 am, she was in the emergency room at Memorial Hospital and would I please come down and fill in the paper work. By the time I got to see her she had been moved to a room, she was a mess. Most of her injuries were superficial, caused by the air bags and seat belt, but she did have a couple of broken bones and a few cracked ribs. She had been speeding on the highway and lost control on a curve and totaled the car against a tree.

Two black eyes and a swollen nose made her face almost comical, but her right leg in a cast and suspended in a sling, along with the cast on her left forearm took all the humor from the situation. She was fast asleep, probably still from a sedative and according to the nurse, would be for a several hours. I went home for a few more hours sleep and returned shortly after ten in the morning. She was awake when I walked in. I stopped half way to her bed and stood looking at her, I could see a tear running down her cheek. 

"I'm sorry Herbie, did I total the car?"

"Yeah." I replied, "Good thing it wasn't you too."

"Why, would you care?"

"What kind of question is that," I asked? "Of course I would care."

"Why would you, as long as you have Rosemary to fuck?"

"Oh god. You know about that?"

"Yes, for the past four months."

"I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you. Is that why you have been so out of sorts lately?"

She said, "Well what do you think?" I could see she was getting angry again. 

Just then her doctor came in, before we could get in to another argument. He told us that there was nothing wrong with her vital signs and as soon as she was able to go to the bathroom by herself she could go home. She would need physical therapy when the casts came off and by that time her ribs should be better too. 

I stayed home with her for a few days until I was sure she could get along by herself. Things were peaceful enough between us and I went back to work. She did ask me if I had gone back to Rosemary. I hadn't and I told her I wouldn't, it was all over for me and Rosemary.

Janet said, "Good, I'm glad it's over for you but it's not over for me."

"What's that supposed to mean," I asked?

"I'm not sure yet," she responded, "I'll let you know when I know."

Four weeks after the accident the casts came off and the ribs had mostly healed. It was then that the physical therapy started. At first it was hard for her but she soon began to enjoy it. Not only did it help her arm and leg but her disposition seemed to improve also. She was happier and much easier to live with. The old Janet seemed to have returned. 

Well, in every way except sex. When I tried to initiate making love to her she complained that her ribs still hurt. 

"Look" she explained, "I had to do without it when you were fucking Rosemary and then the whole time after the accident. Now it's your turn to do without for a change."

I grudgingly accepted her argument but I wondered how she could go without sex any easier than I could. 

I came home from work one evening and I saw the dinner table set for three. I asked Janet, "Who is coming for dinner?"

"Monte, my physical therapist," she told me. "My therapy is finished and I invited him to dinner to thank him for all he has done for me and I wanted you to meet him too."

I had never asked who her physical therapist was. I never even knew it was a man but I guess he did deserve some thanks for restoring her to her old self. When the door bell rang she was busy in the kitchen so she asked me to answer it. It was then I came face to face with Monte. 

I opened the door to a man who towered over me. I am 5'8" and tall enough to look big next to Janet's 5'2". Monte has to be 6'2" a good half a foot taller than I and at least fifty pounds heavier. I felt like a teenager next to him. 

Janet, hearing our voices in the entry hall came dashing out of the kitchen and leaped into his arms. He lifted her like she was a feather and glued his mouth to hers with a kiss that lasted more than I was comfortable with. Her feet were off the floor and her body molded to his as her one leg bent at the knee bringing her heel up against her ass. She was squealing with delight when he set her back down on the floor.

"Herbie," she said as she stopped giggling, "why don't you make you and Monte a drink while I finish making dinner."

As I was fixing his scotch on the rocks he said, "Her therapy went very well, she should be better than she was before."

I was more than a little pissed off at that greeting he had received and I said, "Better? Better how, physically or in bed?"

"What are you talking about?" He answered my question with his.

"That greeting you just got makes me think that the therapy was more than only health related. WOOOOSH."

The WOOOOSH was all the air going out of my lungs. He had hit me right in my solar plexus and I as I lay writhing on the floor he pulled up a chair next to my head. I was struggling to breathe when he started to talk as he sipped his scotch.

"She is a lady and don't you ever intimate that she is not. Don't you ever accuse her of any impropriety or even think that she is capable of any. If she tells me that you ever accused of her of being unfaithful to you, what just happened will be a walk in the park compared to what will happen to you next."

I heard a slight noise and I saw Janet standing in the doorway to the kitchen, she had a surprised look on her face that turned into a smile when he shook his head at her. Then, without a word, she returned to finish her dinner preparations. 

"Now," he continued, "when you get your breath back you are going to take your drink and go into the den and watch the news on TV until dinner is ready. Then, after coffee, we are going to spend a nice comfortable evening together in the living room. I'll go and see how everything is coming along in the kitchen."

I heard a small shriek of delight before the kitchen door swung shut. It took me more than a few minutes to gather myself together and then I went to watch the news. After almost half an hour I got the call that dinner was ready and when I went to sit down I saw that the table had been reset. There was one place setting on one side of the dinning room table and two on the other side. Janet directed me to sit on the single side.

I sat though dinner watching them, eating, laughing, joking, feeding one another, having a good time. Never touching and except for the feeding, doing nothing of an intimate nature. They played complete attention to each other and it was as if I were not there. It was a painful for me to watch them and it got more so when we retired to the living room for coffee and after dinner brandy.

Janet put some soft music on the stereo and after the coffee was finished she asked Monte to dance with her. Their hands remained where they were supposed to remain and so did their lips although I could see him whispering in her ear. Nothing was attempted that was not proper and yet the feeling was that the two of them were being intimate. It felt to me as if they were fucking right in front of me.

Finally I couldn't take any more. I said, "I'm going to bed, I have to be out early tomorrow. Goodnight Monte."

"But it's so early." Janet complained, "I'll be up in a little while after I say goodnight to Monte."

From my bed I could hear the indistinguishable murmur of conversation coming from downstairs and occasionally some quiet bursts of laughter. But the worst thing was the long periods of silence. What the hell were they doing down there?

I was still up at 2 am when I heard her say goodnight to him and then it took her another half hour in the bathroom before she came to bed. I pretended to be asleep but it took her no time at all begin her light snoring.

She was still asleep when I left in the morning and when we sat down to dinner in the evening it was as if last night never happened. At least it was until I brought it up.

"What was last night all about?"

"What do you mean," she asked?

"With Monte, with the way you were acting?"

"With the way I was acting? Well maybe I went a little overboard when I kissed him hello but I am really grateful with how much he helped me with my rehabilitation. Are you accusing me of doing anything improper? Especially last night, with you in the house?"

There it was. She had thrown down the gauntlet in front of me. She really hadn't done anything outwardly wrong yet they had excluded me and flaunted their relationship

shamelessly. I thought I knew that they were fucking and they knew what I thought but if I accused her, not only did I have no proof but I risked another beating from Monte.

Damn it, I loved her but she has not allowed me near her since the accident, not since I admitted to my affair with Rosemary. She was getting all the sex she wanted from Monte and not only was I not getting any but I risked the possibility of losing her.

"It hurts doesn't it," she asked?

"What does?"

"Knowing, but not knowing for sure. Not having any proof, not even sure of what you know. Knowing you can't do anything about what you are not sure of."

"It's driving me crazy, not knowing one way or the other."

"Well learn to live with it."

"For how long? How long will this go on?"

"How long were you with Rosemary?"

"Oh god, I don't think I can survive this."

"You will, I did. Oh, and by the way, I am going to visit my sister this weekend. I'll be away from Saturday morning to Sunday night."

"Your sister? Are you sure it won't be with......?"

"Herbie," she interrupted, "are you accusing me of.......?"

"No, no, no. Just a slip of the tongue. Will I be able to call you there?"

"You know I am always happy to talk to you. Call any time you want."

The week passed by and all was seemingly happy in our household except that neither of us had asked the other for any sex. On Saturday morning she left at nine o'clock on the two and a half hour drive to her sister's. By noon I had expected to hear from her that she had arrived safely but she still had not called and just as I reaching for the phone to call her, the phone rang. 

Before I could say hello, I heard, "Hi Herbie, it's me ....ugh.....the trip was fine.....ugh.......the kids are jumping......ugh....all over me......ugh......no problems driving...ugh...even the dog.....ugh...... won't leave me....ugh ......alone.......ugh..... I'll call you......ugh......tonight when things...... ugh ......aren't so crazy."

I never had a chance to get a word in before she hung up.

Where the hell was she and what was she doing when she called and why did it take her so long to call? When I didn't hear from her by 8pm I called her. Her brother answered, No she wasn't there. She and Stella had taken the older kids to the movies. He would tell her to call when they got home.

She didn't call that night so I called Sunday at about ten in the morning. I was told she was in the shower and would call me back when she got out. It was at noon the phone rang.

"Hi Herb, it's me, (giggle), sorry about last night. I just got so involved with the kids I forgot you were going to call, (oooooooo), I'll leave here about six and I should be home before nine (stop that). I'm really having a good time. (Yes! Right there.) I'm glad you let me come. (Oh goddddd). She hung up, I never got to say a word beyond hello.

True to her word she was home Sunday night just before nine. She was bubbling over, happier than I have seen her in years. I was a wreck. 

"Janet, I said, "we have to talk."

"I agree Herb, but not tonight. The driving, the excitement, the lack of sleep, I'm pooped. I feel like I haven't slept since I got up on Saturday morning. Tomorrow night we'll talk. All I want tonight is a shower and sleep.

She hasn't slept since Saturday morning? 

Another shower? 

Nobody could fuck for thirty six hours, could they? 

Not even Monte. 

Could he? 

Could she?

So we had our talk the next night. No more Rosemary's for me and we agreed to take things back to where they were before all this arguing started. I never accused her of anything and she never admitted to anything. All I knew was she was back to being my loving wife and I was happy to have her back.

And I never really knew if what I thought I knew was something that I really wanted to know.



Janet



To any reader: This story has very strong racist themes. If you feel you may be offended, I advice you not to read it. Another thing, I normally don't write revenge stories, but I felt these guys deserved it. And once again sorry about my bad English.

*****

'How could I be so stupid?' Janet swore in her mind. She had left her home late evening and noticed the chilliness of the weather, but in a hurry decided not to take any warmer clothes with her. 'I'll just drive 160 miles in a warm car and then check into a hotel and visit my customer in the morning. I don't have to spend time outside,' she had thought. In a way, she had it right, but the sudden change in the weather had caught her. When Janet had reached the half way, it had started to rain. During the next 20 miles the rain had turned to snow. 'This is not possible. Snow at this time of year in Missouri,' she really couldn't believe it. She had considered turning back to St. Louis, but as she had already driven so far her decision was to continue. It had been her second mistake. The road had become very slippery and suddenly she had lost the control of her car. She had tried to break, but the car had ended up to a ditch. Janet didn't hurt herself, but found out soon there was no way she could get the car back to the road. What was even worse she couldn't even start it. The air in the car had cooled down quickly and she had started to shiver from cold. 

'How could I be so stupid?' She dug out her phone from her handbag. She knew she would freeze to death, if she didn't get help soon. Janet's misery was completed when she found out there was no field. For a second she almost burst into tears, but could collect herself. 'I have work hard in my studies, became a lawyer and then a youngest partner in my company. I have fought my way and this silly accident won't stop me,' she had thought. She stepped out of her car and climbed from the ditch back to the road. Her high heel shoes didn't make that easy. The ditch was quite deep and the bank of it was muddy, wetted due the snow. She finally got herself on the road. She could feel the cold wind blowing through the fabric of her slacks. She had only panties under them. Her business outfit wasn't meant for this kind of weather conditions. Her jacket had only a few buttons and the top under it didn't warm her up too much. Instead it showed some cleavage which was now in goose bumps. The sun had set down and it was really dark. 

After a few minutes she could see a car approaching from the opposite direction. She waived in order to stop it, but obviously the driver didn't notice her. Janet couldn't blame the driver. Her outfit was black. Her hair was black. Her skin had a color of dark chocolate. She would probably have to stand in the middle of the road to get noticed. Second and third car passed her. She was getting worried. She tried to use her phone again. The result wasn't any better and the charge of the battery vanished.

She placed the phone into her pocket and simultaneously heard another car approaching her. It was already slowing down before she started her waiving. 'Finally,' she thought.

The car was an old pick-up truck. It stopped beside her. A man sitting by the driver rolled down the window. He was about forty. He had cigarette in his mouth and baseball cap on his head. His chin was covered with some beard or actually it just looked like he had not shaven for several days.

"Miss. What an earth you are doing here? Need for help?" he asked.

"Thank god you stopped. Yes, please help me. I drove my car out of the road and I'm freezing," Janet replied.

"Don't worry. We can tow your car back to the road."

"That's good, but I'm afraid I can't get it started. I need to call for help."

"My brother Hank is very handy with the cars. I'm sure he can fix it. For me it doesn't look like you have crashed it too badly."

"Are you serious?" Janet cheered, "That would be great. I promise to pay you."

"We don't have a tow line with us. We have to pick it first from our farm. You can use our phone too. Please step in before you freeze to death," the man said and stepped out of the car. He offered the middle place to Janet and followed her to the car. 

They drove couple of miles before turning to a smaller road. Janet felt a little uncomfortable sitting between these two men. Sometimes she noticed the man was trying to peek into her cleavage like a schoolboy. He had a stupid smile on his face. 

He broke the silence. "What a beautiful lady like you is doing here?"

"I was heading to South to meet my customer."

"Hmmm. Customer. What kind of customer?" he asked. The sound in his voice revolted Janet. It was like he was saying she was a prostitute.

"I'm a lawyer, " she replied briefly.

"Yes, nowadays it is possible." Janet wondered what he meant by that.

The man continued, "You see. We are now driving through the fields of our farm. It has belonged to our family for ages. Our ancestors used to raise cotton and they had lot of niggers working here. Cheap labor, you know."

Janet couldn't believe her ears. Anger rose in her, "Excuse me. I feel offended of your talk. Slavery was something evil and no one should remember it with warmth. We are equal now. I'm a well-educated woman and I don't have to listen that."

"But it was so easy for all of them," he continued calmly, "They fed them, gave them clothes and a roof above their heads. They told what to do and the niggers complied. Simple, but worked well. Our generation has to tolerate all kind of bullshit from niggers like you."

Jane got furious. "I'm glad you are suffering from it. Hillbilly's like you should be prisoned," she shouted.

"That is just what I meant. Uptight nigger bitches think they are better than us. In the old days they had better use for women like you."

"And what's that? Cleaning your houses and cooking your food for free?" Janet replied angrily.

"Yes, that too. But I was thinking, what they used to call bed-warmers."

"Fuck you! I know they took young black women by force just to fulfil their pervert desires. Rapists!"

Hank stopped the truck in the front of old wooden house. He said to the other man, "Leave her alone, Bob. Let's get inside." Both of the men stepped out of the car. Janet remained seated.

"What are you waiting for?" Bob asked.

Janet tried to calm down. "I'd rather not go in with you. You'll bring the tow line. I'll wait in the car."

"Oh, Miss Lawyer is making the rules again. We are not in a hurry. I'm actually quite hungry and I was thinking to look TV for a while and maybe have some beers."

"But you promised..." Janet started.

Bob laughed. "I tell you what. You can stay here, if you want to. You can leave too, but I must warn you. It is almost 15 miles back to the road and I don't think you can manage it in this weather."

Janet was concerned. She thought a second and finally said, "I come inside."

"Hank, did you hear that. The nigger wants us to give a roof above her head and probably some food too. I wonder what she is ready to give us. I know your bed has been cold for a long time."

"You bastard!" Janet shouted. "I will never let you touch me."

"Okay then. But if you change your mind and want to warm Hank's bed, just knock on the door and ask. We'll go in now."

Janet sat confused on the seat of the truck. She slowly stepped out of the car and looked around. She could only see darkness around her. Bob was right. She would die, if she tried to walk away from here. Actually Janet had no idea to what direction she should go. She knew she was trapped. The thought of degrading herself felt even worse. Surrendering in front of that bastard would cause permanent wounds to her soul. A cold blow threw some snow on her bare skin. Her feet were almost numb. She just stood on the yard for a while. 'I can't. I have to...,' she thought and then stepped behind the door of the house. After short hesitation she knocked the door.

Bob opened the door, but didn't let her in right away. "What do you want?"

"If you help me out of here, I'll let you fuck me."

"Ask properly," Bop said and slammed the door closed.

Janet was astonished. She had offered her body, but he had declined. She soon realized the man wanted to humiliate her. 'This is degrading enough, but I can play their games,' she thought and knocked again.

"Can I warm your brother's bed with my body?" she tried second time after Bob opened the door ajar. 

"That was better, but not enough. First, you address me and my brother massa and yourself nigger. So, want to try one more time?"

Janet felt rage grow in her again, but she calmed herself down. Disgusted she could say, "Please, massa. Can I warm your brother's bed with my nigger body?"

"Sure, come in."

Janet entered the house and instantly felt Bobs hand on her ass cheek. By instinct she swiped it off. 

"What the hell you think you just did?" Bob shouted.

Janet panicked. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."

Bob grabbed her arm and started to push her back to the outdoor. "I think some extra time in a cool weather makes you remember what you are and how do you speak to me."

Janet couldn't go back out. "Please, massa. Forgive me. Don't."

"You better remember that, nigger bitch." Then his palm was on her ass cheek again. He caressed it and then patted it couple of times. "Not bad," he stated.

Janet stood there paralyzed trying to endure her treatment. Suddenly she got a slap to her face.

"That was a compliment. How do you respond?"

"Thank you, massa," she said.

"No. You wanted to be a bed-warmer and you must learn to speak right. Massa, I'm happy my nigger ass pleases you."

Janet almost vomited. She could stammer, "Massa, I'm happy my nigger ass pleases you." She felt so humiliated. 

"You didn't look happy, but this time that will do. Open your legs."

His new command surprised Janet, but after a short recovery she spread her legs. Bob placed her palm against her sex and started to grope it. A tear appeared to Janet's eyebrow. Bob noticed her despair and added the pressure. Her manhandling started to hurt. "I bet your nigger pussy loves when a white man touches it."

Janet almost cried. "Yes, massa. It feels good. Can we go to the bed now?" she tried to get a fast ending to this racist scene.

"You go to the bed when we say. We are not in a hurry. First we need to do something to your outlook. Your clothes look expensive. Are they appropriate for a nigger slut?"

"Massa, I must wear them in my work."

"That's another thing. You find your work proper for a nigger?"

'He is trying to deny my identity and dignity. How long am I able to play along?' Janet thought. She sighed and said, "No, massa. It is white man's job."

"I'm glad I've been able to correct you. I know niggers have sometime big thoughts of themselves and we need to explain the reality. So, what is proper job for you?"

"Massa, I want to keep you happy."

"Good. Now take off your slacks and jacket."

Janet first removed her muddy shoes. Then she unbuttoned her jacket and undressed it. She gave it to Bop's waiting hand. Her slacks followed. Now she was standing there only her panties, bra and top on. Her panties were black and looked good on her dark skin. She had amazing legs. Not a sign of fat on her thighs. Her ass was round and firm. The top covered her big breasts. Bob tried to hide his enthusiasm. Janet was a doll and he had problem not to fuck her right away. But as the things were going his way, he wanted to continue her humiliation. 

"Want me to play with your cunt again?"

"Yes, massa." Without any order she understood to open her legs again. She almost jumped when she felt Bob's palm on her sex again. 

"My hand is tired. Rub your fuckhole against it."

Janet started to move her hips. The sheer material of her panties didn't give much cover and she felt his fingers parting her pussy lips. 

"Harder. It's a nigger cunt and needs good treatment," Bob said. Janet pushed her sex tighter against his hand. She hated the feeling. Despite the pain some moisture formed.

"Nigger gets wet," Bob laughed, "Now she understands it is massa who makes her feel good."

"Please, massa, it starts to hurt," Janet begged.

"Okay," Bob pulled his hand off, "Show us your tits."

Janet pulled her top off. Her black bra came to sight. Bob weighted her breast in his palm. "Nice. Are you a mother? I mean has some nigger kid ruined these with breast feed?" 

"No, massa. I'm not married."

"That means a shit. Nigger bitches like to share their hole to anyone. It doesn't mean you have to be married to have children."

"No, massa. I have no children."

"Good. Show me your flesh."

Janet stripped her bra. Though her breasts were big they really didn't sack. Her areolas were deep brown. Small sharp nipples were protruding from them. To her surprise Bob didn't start to molest them. Instead he lifted his palm to her chin. He pressed her cheeks with his fingers making her mouth open.

"Your lips look soft. I believe they look even better around my cock." Then he let go.

Janet understood the hint and kneeled down. She had hoped to get only fucked, but now she needed to give head to that bastard. She had never liked oral sex. Her fingers went to the zipper of Bop's pants. Bob slapped her face.

"What do you think you are doing?"

"Massa, I thought you wanted me to please you orally."

"You're a real bitch. I didn't say anything like that. Niggers are not allowed to touch my cock without my permission. If you want it, beg it."

"Massa, may I touch your penis?" Janet tried.

"I'm not sure. Nigger mouth is dirty. If I let you, you better be good."

"Massa. My mouth is pure. You will like it." Janet thought that maybe she wouldn't have to fuck him if she was giving him a blowjob. She opened his zipper, belt and button and pulled his pants down. She could see his erection under his underwear. She pulled it down and exposed his rock hard penis. To Janet's shock it smelled disgusting. She was sure he hadn't washed it for several days. Reluctantly she took it to her hand and placed her lips around the tip of it. Also the taste was disgusting and she felt like vomiting. She took the penis deeper into her mouth and started to suck it.

"Off your hand. Fuck me with your mouth. Use your tongue. And look me to my eyes," Bop gave a series of instructions. Janet complied. Her full lips surrounded his organ. Her pleading eyes were staring Bop's which increased her humiliation.

"You can do better," Bob said, "Take it deeper." Janet tried, but the touch of the tip against her throat made her gag. She pulled out.

"Massa, please. I can't."

"See, Hank. These niggers are so stupid. You need to teach them everything. Put your mouth back." Janet took again so much cock to her mouth she could. Bob took a firm grip of her head and started to push his meat deeper. Janet panicked, but couldn't prevent his penis to invade her throat. Bob kept her like that for a while and then pulled out. Janet was gasping for air. Bob penetrated to her throat again. Janet tried to get air through her nose, but couldn't. She tried to open her mouth wider. This way she could get air when Bob's penis was out of her throat.

"See, bitch is learning." Bob increased the pace. Gargling sounds came out of her mouth. Her throat really hurt. Bob exploded to her mouth and then pulled out. "White man's cum is the best delicacy a nigger bitch can have. Enjoy the taste of every drop. Though Janet wanted to spit out his seed she found better to swallow it.

Bob pulled her pants back on. Janet got back to her feet.

"I don't hear any gratitude..." Bob started.

'I can't take this anymore,' Janet first thought, but said, "Thank you massa for letting me taste your sperm." 

"You're welcome. You see, your life is much better like this. Your only job is to keep us happy. And can you call that as a job at all? It's your pleasure, am I right?"

"Yes, massa. You are making me happy," she gave a stupid lie. 

"Good nigger, " Bob said and tapped her head. "Turn around." Janet turned her back to Bob and was now facing Hank. She felt Bob's fingers on the waistband of her panties. He pulled them down revealing her trimmed pussy to Hank. Bob caressed her buttocks. Hank was just staring at her beautiful naked body. Bob slapped her ass cheek. That woke up Janet.

"Massa, thank you for touching my ass."

Bob's fingers wandered between her ass cheeks. He put his poke finger against her asshole and started to stroke it. Janet broke.

She sobbed, "I can play your games, but you can't touch me there. I do anything but..."

"What makes you think this a game, nigger, " Bob said. He then took a strong grip of her hair and pushed her out of the house. Janet fell on the yard and heard the sound of the slamming door. The snow on her naked skin bite like bunch of needles. She got on her feet, but it didn't make her feel any better. She knew she would die there in less than half an hour. She had to go back to the door and knock it.

Bob opened it again. "What?"

"Please, massa. Let me in. I want you to touch my asshole, please."

"Okay, but you should understand this is not a game and that makes you?"

"Massa, I'm your nigger bitch. Please take care of me."

Bob still didn't let her in. "Go on."

"Please, I'm freezing...I will be happy, if you let me warm your beds. I will be happier, if you accept my nigger body. I promise to learn to be better. Please, let me in."

"Why do you want to do all this?" Bob kept on teasing her.

"Niggers should serve white folks."

"And that lawyer thing?"

"Massa, it was a mistake. I'm sorry."

"Come in then. Let's get back where we were." Janet exposed her perfect body to Hank again. This time she even spread her legs to show her pussy better. Hank's hands went to her breasts and started to molest them.

Bob's poke finger was against her puckered hole. Janet was shivering from fear. "Spread your ass. I want to see it better." Janet obediently grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them. She felt stronger pressure on her anus. Bob was pushing his finger through her sphincter. The pain was terrible, but Janet bit her lip. He pushed the whole finger in and then started to pump it in her hole. 

Janet managed to say, "Massa, your finger feels good."

"I knew you would like it, but it's Hanks turn now. We come back to that later." Hank guided Janet to his bedroom. He pushed her on the bed on her back and got undressed. Janet waited on the bed silent. Hank slapped her thigh. 

"I want to hear that nigger bitch talk." It was the first time Hank had said anything after they got in. 

Janet spread her legs wider and started "Massa, put your cock to my nigger hole and make me happy." She spread her pussy lips with her fingers and continued, "Massa, my hole is wet and wants your penis."

Hank climbed between her legs and forced them even wider. Janet guided her organ against her sex and waited for her ordeal. Hank slammed to the hilt at once. A cry slipped from Janet's mouth. Obviously Hank didn't know what gentle means and started to jackhammer her. Janet tried to endure the pain. 

Hank stopped and twisted her nipple. "I don't hear anything from you," and then continued the rough fucking.

"Massa, fuck me hard. Yes, it feel good. Touch my breasts." Instead of stroking her breasts he took a strong grip of them and started to use them as handles when ramming into her pussy. Janet though he will rip of her breasts. Fortunately Hank couldn't last long. He spurted his cum deep into her hole and then pulled out. Janet had never felt so used. It had not been sex. It was pure violence. She panted there trying to recover. 

"Bitch, you made my cock dirty," she heard Hank saying. Janet got the hint and dragged her face to his loins. Through her disgust she started to lick cum off his penis. She was afraid what kind of effect to Hank it might cause. And soon she found out she was right. Hank's penis was standing straight again. She opened her mouth wide and took the dirty meat in. 




Janet



"Bitch, you didn't ask my permission, but go ahead. Look me into my eyes like you did with my brother." Janet had to move her position. She lied down on her stomach between his legs. He took her penis into her warm mouth and sucked it. Hank gently tapped the back of her head. Janet understood to deep throat him. A penis in her throat, lying naked between hillbilly's legs, pussy bruised, she felt miserable. And Hank could see it from her eyes. He added her misery. "I can tell your butt looks great from this angle. I guess no one has ever fucked it. Blink your eyes twice, if I'm right." A tear flowed to Janet's cheek. She blinked. "And soon my brother will spread that beautiful bum and put his dick into your virgin hole. You really want that?" The tears started flow in a constant stream. Slowly she blinked her eyes twice. "You can take it out of your throat, but keep on sucking. I have heard the first time in ass hurts like hell. You still want to do it?" Two blinks. "Your pussy wasn't too bad. Next time I let you to do the job. Sluts like you can move their asses, right?" Janet blinked and simultaneously felt the Hank's cock pulsating. His cum spread into her mouth. She swallowed and then between her sobs managed to thank him.

They went back to the living room. Bob was sitting on a coach and sipping beer. "I'm glad you came back. Come to look porn with me. " 

Janet approached him and was about to sit beside him on the coach.Bob slapped her ass. "Don't you think you will place that dirty nigger ass on my coach. Get on the floor, on your fours." Janet went down. "Crawl in the front of me. Yes, that's good." Then he lifted her feet on Janet's back. He was using her as a footstool. A piece of furniture, that was she now. Her ass was pointing to the air and her large breasts were hanging down. Bob was not satisfied. "Should you ask me something?"

Janet couldn't figure out first what he meant, but then tried "Massa, are you sitting comfortable?"

"You start to learn," Bob laughed, "Yes, I'm fine. Let's look the movie now."

The weight of his feet started to feel uncomfortable for Janet. The movie didn't make her feel any better. It was real dirty. A blond woman, who had obviously seen her best days, was gang banged by several men. Janet saw first a double penetration and soon her all holes were filled with penises. The woman had huge breast and very big and long nipples.

"Would you like to be her?" Bob asked.

"No, massa," she answered.

"Of course you would. She is white."

"Yes, massa."

"Her nipples are much better than yours. Yours are tiny."

"I'm sorry, massa."

"Why don't you try to make them bigger?"

"Massa, I don't know how."

"Take a good grip of your nipple and pull it down."

Janet knew she had to obey. She lifted her other hand from the floor. Her hands were already tired and she had to carry her upper body with one hand. She slowly placed her thumb and poke finger around her nipple and took a grip of it. She carefully pulled it down. 

"You can do better. Pull." Janet stretched her nipple further.

"If that is the best you can, it is better I'll do it, but you won't like it, I'll promise."

Tears started to flow again when Janet stretched the nipple even more. 

"Good. Keep that. Now start to shake your tit from the nipple." Janet obeyed. Her sobs became more frequent. Her flesh moved from side to side. The pain in her nipple was intolerable, but she didn't dare to stop.

"Now, let's have a look of it. What do you say?"

"Massa, it looks bigger now."

"Stupid nigger cunt. I'm not interested of your opinion. Your concern is do I like it."

"Massa, do you find my nipple better now?" 

"Yes, it looks better. Do the same with the other one." Janet bruised her other nipple too. Bob was satisfied and took off his legs. "Stand up and go to my bedroom. You should find a wide leather belt from my closet. Bring it to me."

"Yes, massa," Janet said but wondered for what he needed that. She found the belt soon and came back with it to Bob. "Here, massa."

"Good. Get back on your fours." Janet started to worry. She lowered herself again to the position she was earlier. "Spread your legs wider. Good. Actually, lean on your elbows. Good. It makes your ass better spankable."

"But massa, why? I have done everything you wanted."

"Do I need a reason? If I feel like spanking my nigger, I can do it. " Then he hit her bum with his belt first time.

"Arrrrgh," Janet cried out loud. Several hits followed. She started to beg mercy, "Please, massa. No more..."

Bob placed her palm on her bruised ass cheek and caressed it. The rough skin of his palm felt uncomfortable to Janet.

"Whose ass this is?"

"Yours, massa," she sobbed.

"Yes and if its spanking pleases me, you should ask it."

"Massa, please spank my ass," she said hoping it would be over sooner. Next hit.

"Massa, please spank me." Next hit.

"Massa, thank you for spanking me." 

Then he stopped. She patted her bum. Janet felt the sting on her ass cheeks. Even his gentle touch caused pain. 

"Is it very sore?" Bob asked.

"Yes, massa."

"Good. Then you are ready for a butt fuck. Spread you buttocks. I'll try if your hole is any good."

"Yes, massa. Please fuck my ass." At this time Janet was totally broken. She was a mindless robot who obeyed every order she got.

Bob dropped his pants and kneeled behind her. Soon she felt the tip of his penis touching her asshole. He started to push his member slowly in. The sphincter gave up. Janet wanted to scream, but bit her lip not to. Inch by inch he penetrated to her tight hole until he was in the hilt. Janet felt so full and feared what kind of pain the fucking would cause. She found out soon. Bob pulled almost out and then rammed back. A cry escaped from Janet's lips.

"What?" he said.

"Please keep on, massa, " she sobbed.

Bob gave her no mercy. He increased the pace and abused her hole roughly. His loins were banging against Janet's spanked ass cheeks increasing the pain. The smart on her ass made her moan.

Bob cheered, "See, the nigger is enjoying. She had been wise saving this hole for higher purpose, for a white cock. I think she finally understands how good care we are taking of her." Then he grabbed her hips and fucked her even harder. Janet's sobs converted to continuous cry. Soon she felt his warm sperm to spread in her hole. Bob pulled out and Janet collapsed on the floor and kept on crying.

"See. It was the best she had ever had. She cries from happiness. Aren't you?" 

"Yes, massa. It felt good, " she could reply. In reality her hole and ass cheeks were like in fire. Bob gave a slap on her ass.

"Don't just lie there. My cock is dirty."

"Yes, massa." Janet got on her knees and took his penis into her mouth. It was disgusting, covered with his cum and some shit of her own, but she had crossed the line. She just didn't care, but started sucking.

"Nigger, look me into my eyes."

"Yes, massa," she said and pointed her pleading eyes to his.

"Enough. I don't want to come to your dirty mouth. Go clean yourself. You will find a towel from the bathroom."

Relieved Janet rose up and walked to the bathroom. She showered herself. Both her asshole and pussy were leaking the men's sperm. She took her time. The shower felt so good after the ordeals. Finally she stepped out and dried herself. Reluctantly she returned to the living room.

To her surprise she saw her clothes on the back of the sofa.

Bob noticed her confusion. "Do you want to dress up?"

"Yes, please." She rushed to the coach and started to put her fancy clothes on. 'This is finally over,' she thought, 'I'm getting out of here.' She buttoned her jacket and stood there waiting to leave.

Bob approached her. He once again placed his palm on Janet's ass and groped.

"Please, don't. Can't we just go?" she asked.

Bob didn't say a word. He just stared deeply into her eyes. Janet got concerned. She felt his hand moving to the front of her slacks. The palm went between her legs.

"Please..." Janet begged.

Teasingly slowly Bob opened her belt, then the button of the slacks and finally the zipper. Janet was shivering. She felt Bob's fingers under the waist band. He started to pull her slacks and panties down. Janet grabbed the slacks and tried to pull them back up. Again Bob looked deeply into her eyes. She let go. Bob lowered her slacks and panties to her knees. Soon his finger was stroking her slit. Tears filled her eyes and she could just sob.

"Please, let me go..."

"Listen to me, nigger," Bob said angrily and kept on working with her sex. "Obviously you were lying to us. I thought we had an understanding that you are not worth of these clothes and still you wanted to wear them again. You also said you are our nigger bitch, but now you want to leave. You tried to prevent me to touch your cunt, which is actually my property and I can do whatever I want with it. And finally you are trying to insult us not calling us massas."

"But, I thought the game was over," she tried.

"I already once told you this is not a game. No, you better start to think how you will make this up and you better be creative. But before that we will do something which will always remind you who are you masters. See the irons there. Hank will soon warm up one and press it to your pretty ass. You will have the mark on your skin forever." 

"No," she cried out and rushed out of the room. Simultaneously the lights went off. The storm had caused an electric break. 

"Where are you, nigger cunt," she heard Bob to say. She remained silent and managed to pull her slacks back up. She sneaked further away. She stumbled against a kitchen desk. Her hands wandered on the surface of it and met a frying pan.

"Come back here or I will spank your ass so hard your black skin will peel off it," Bob said. He couldn't see Janet. He heard she was in the kitchen. He decided to follow her. He walked there and then stopped. It was dark. The wind outside caused some noise and he couldn't hear her breathing. Bob dug his pocket and took a cigarette lighter out of it. A very short moment he managed to see Janet in the light of the flame, but then came darkness.

Janet's hit had been perfect. The pan smashed against Bob's head and he dropped down. Hank rushed in after hearing the noise. Janet couldn't see him, but guessed well. Another hit on Hank's shoulder made him shout. That made easier to Janet to target the next hit to his head. Hank fell on Bob.

After half an hour Hank woke up. The lights were back on. His head ached, but the worse thing was he was tied up and naked from the waist down. He could see Bob close to him in similar position.

"Let me go. I'll drive you back to your car," he begged.

"What's the hurry?" Janet laughed, "Let's wait your brother wakes up. And I have your car keys. I can drive by myself."

Bob also woke up. "What...how?" he stammered. His hands were tied behind his back and his legs tightly against each other.

"Massa, this way you don't have to anything. I will please you with my nigger body," Janet said. 

"I have a hungry nigger mouth and I want to taste your cock again." Bob felt confused. Janet dropped on her knees and leaned over. She took his penis into her palm and stroked it gently. Despite the terrible head ache, Janet's gentle touch stimulated his organ. It got hard. "Want to feel my warm mouth again?" she asked.

"Yes," he managed to say. She took him deep into her mouth and sucked him. His cock grew even bigger. Then she sunk her teeth into it so hard she could. Bob howled in pain. Janet didn't let go, but swayed her head like trying to rip his penis off. Finally she took the tip of the penis between her molars and smashed it with a powerful bite. She pulled out. Bob's organ was bloody and ruined forever. He was begging mercy. 

"Please, no. I was just playing with you. I meant to let you go." Janet didn't say a word. She spat the blood from her mouth onto his face and next crawled to the other brother.

"Massa, does your cock also need nigger slut attention?"

"No, please, no," he said and was crying. Her hand was already working on it. "Please, I'll do anything," he sobbed.

"Relax. Don't be afraid. I won't bite you. I just want to feel my massa's cock in my hand. I love it. It ripped my nigger pussy so nicely," she said with teasing voice. She was good. Although Hank was scared to death, her strokes caused an erection. Suddenly she stood up and walked by the fire place. She returned with the hot iron on her hand. "Is this the one you wanted to use on me?"

"No, please. Put that away," Hank begged. Instead she pushed it firmly against his throbbing cock. Bob could hear the sound of burning flesh and smelled it too. That made him to vomit. Hank had already fainted.

Janet returned to Bob. He was lying on his side. There was vomit beside his head. Janet placed the hot iron on the floor, to the spot where Bob's ass had just been. "It is no time to sleep yet," she said hilariously and then took a strong grip of his hair. She forced him back to sitting position and kept him in place. The hot iron was under his ass and burned it bad. He tried to move away from it, but Janet didn't let him. His roars filled the house and then he passed out too. Janet let him fall back to his side. She took the iron and threw it back to the fire. 

She let their outdoor wide open, walked to the car and drove away.



Janet



Author's note: Although there is a fetish aspect to the story, it seemed appropriate to post this in erotic couplings, since the story is about re-establishing a relationship and making it permanent.

Now for the story: 

I looked at the letter from Janet, and dialed the phone number she'd given me. It had been 8 years since we'd broken up and gone on with our lives.

"Hi Troy! I was hoping you'd call! It's been years and years!"

We talked for a while and then she said, "I don't even remember why we broke up."

"I do," I answered. "Every time we'd get close, you'd withdraw, and then you'd chase me until we got close, over and over."

"Oh... I went to therapy over that, and I think that's solved now. Anyway, I've been seeing someone, although it's not exclusive. What about you?"

I told her about my situation. While we talked I remembered her firm, pale legs, her bright smile, and her pussy. Oh, that dark haired pussy of hers. I loved it when we spent nights together. The whispered endearments, her energetic hips, and how pleasurable it was to spurt inside her. Her orgasms when I ate her pussy, were nothing less than phenomenal. That's why in the end, I told her "No more." It hurt too much when she'd withdraw and essentially leave the relationship for several weeks.

As we talked, I became a little jealous of the guys who had enjoyed her pussy since she solved her emotional problem. I should have been the one reaping the rewards. I was also getting very turned on by her voice. I always loved her voice. 

When she said that it would be nice to get together, I could sense what was behind her words. She wanted to experience what we had. I wanted it too, but I wasn't going to settle for on-again, off-again part time.

We now lived a few hundred miles apart. Part of my life's journey was to become more persistent and in control of my life. I got an idea.

"Janet - I would like to see you again. Can you get some time off and visit me for a few days?"

"Oh, I'd love to! Maybe in a couple of weeks. Would that work?"

"Actually, that's perfect. But there's something I want you to do in the meantime. Do you know, for a fact, that the guy you've been seeing is, I don't know any other way to say this, but you need to know if he's completely disease-free."

There was a pause.

"Umm, I would guess that he's clean. I can get tested, if that's important."

"Perfect! Would you? It would ease my mind a lot, and you'd enjoy the results when you come to visit."

Another pause. "Okay. I'll do it. And I'll put in for some time off. Can you call me tomorrow?"

That was a good sign, that she wanted to talk some more.

"Sure, about the same time. I have a lot of good memories of our times together."

"Me too! Talk to you tomorrow!"

Her voice sounded eager. I could almost see her bright smile even though we were a few hundred miles apart.

The following evening she had some news for me.

"I went and got tested today," she began. "I'll have the results in a few days. How about if I fly over there the following Thursday, and go back home on Tuesday? That'll give us some full days together, as well as the weekend."

"It's a deal! Let me know the exact times, and I'll have more information for you."

"Okay."

Janet emailed me her flight schedule, and that gave me time to make my plans.

Every evening I called her and told her how much I was looking forward to her visit. I told her that I loved her kisses, and that when we were lovers our bodies fit together nicely. I wanted her to be thinking of sex. I needn't have worked hard at that, she was just as eager, and she did some subtle and not-so-subtle teasing. Also, she said that her tests came back clean.

With that inroad, I was then ready for the next step. I asked her about the guy she's been seeing, what his name was. She told me it was Eric.

I told Janet that I wanted her to fuck Eric's brains out on the day she left to come see me. She was surprised, yes, but curious and aroused, too. I could hear it in her voice. She pressed for more details.

"Think of it as a goodbye fuck for you and Eric. Only don't tell him that in so many words. And don't clean up afterward, either. When you get on that plane, make sure you have a pussy full of cum."

"Oh my GOSH, Troy! I've never heard of that! It sounds kinky! I'm going to want to screw the minute I get off the plane."

"That's the plan, Janet. That's the plan."

Of course, I didn't tell her then, that part of my plan was to reclaim her pussy, and that I wanted my fucking her to overwrite Eric, and by proxy, all the other guys she'd been with. She would know eventually.

And, I wanted her last fuck with Eric to truly mean goodbye.

I got Janet to talk some more. I truly loved her voice. It wasn't a deep, sultry voice; it was a sincere voice, more youthful and melodic, with a touch of innocence.

The day before her trip I told her not to call me the next day unless there was a problem. We both felt conspiratorial, with her planning to fuck Eric's brains out at my behest. How she set it up would have to be her doing.

Of course I was anxious. I knew we had both changed, and I hoped that none of the changes would turn out to be unpleasant or unworkable. I met her at the airport in midafternoon. She looked radiant. I recognized her bright smile. She wore a T-shirt, shorts, and sandals. We hugged, and I felt her teasingly press her hips against me. A quick, hard kiss and we were on our way to my place.

We didn't talk much on the way, which only served to increase the sexual tension. It wasn't easy, but I had abstained from solo relief for a week. I wanted to have enough pent-up energy to win her over.

We got to my place, and I led her by the hand into my bedroom.

"Maybe I should freshen up," she mused. "I've been sweating."

"No. Just as you are. Let's get undressed." She had no idea how sensuous her natural scent was.

It was practically a race to see who would shed all their clothes first. She stood before me. Wordlessly, we embraced and kissed. My cock anxiously poked forward. Then I had her lie back on the bed.

I spread her pussy lips apart and saw the milky white stickiness that I had instructed.

"Oh, you're a naughty girl, aren't you!" I teased.

"Troy," she whispered. "Fuck me."

"I want your Pussy, Janet. I want it for myself."

"Yes, Troy my pussy is yours!"

"Only mine, Janet!"

"Yes, only yours! Please take me! I need you inside me!"

I got between her legs and guided my desperately aroused cock toward her sticky entrance.

"I'm about to reclaim your sweet pussy, Janet. From now on, only I get in there! If that's what you want, tell me!"

My heart was racing as if I'd run a mile.

"Dammit, Troy, stick it in me and reclaim me! This pussy is yours and only yours! From now on!"

That was good enough for me, and I slid inside her. Oh wow, what a feeling that was! The emotional aspects of Janet giving herself to me, and my taking her back for myself were just as erotic as the physical sensations. I pushed in all the way and stayed there. I had missed her.

The aroused breathing from both of us was the only sound in the room. I whispered in her ear, "You're mine, Janet."

"Oh God, Troy, I'm yours. Totally and completely. I've missed you so much!"

I slowly thrust in and out of her slippery pussy. Just looking in her excited eyes was almost enough to make me cum before I wanted to. I knew I would not last much longer.

"Janet," I whispered, "When I cum, it's going to overwrite all the other guys you've had. For good."

"Oh, please cum! Please cum! Take me back!"

Having Janet ask me to cum inside her, because she wanted the consummation, and not to get it over with, was something I could not resist any longer. The physical sensations were strong enough, but her words sent me over the line. Way over the line.

It was... awesome. Resplendent. All-absorbing. And it went on. And on. And on.

It took several minutes for us both to calm down. I was still turgid inside her.

She was mine.

Her eyes told me that she had surrendered totally. Because she had given herself so completely to me, I felt a responsibility to nurture and care for the renewed relationship.

"Stay right there," I whispered as I pulled out. Then, quickly, before she could have any objection, I devoured her messy pussy with my mouth. The effect was instantaneous. It was like lightning. She twisted. She pumped her hips. She shook. She screamed. And she crested into a wrenching orgasm.

We lay by each other wordlessly for several minutes. She had a dreamy smile every time I looked her way. After a few moments I said, "Let's get showered and we can go get some dinner."

Over an hour later, freshened and clean, we clinked our wine glasses together. "I guess the thing with Eric really was a goodbye fuck," she said. "You'll never know how hot it made me, hearing you tell me about overwriting my past, and wanting my pussy for yourself! And then, what you did after you came inside me. All I can say is wow! No, wait. I can also say that my pussy is yours and yours alone. If you'll have me."

I kissed her hand, something I used to do years ago.

"No more withdrawing?" I tentatively asked.

She gave me that dreamy smile again. "No more."

That sealed it. I knew we'd have some discussions about our living situations and so on, but those were for later. We enjoyed our dinner, and got somewhat caught up.

We went back to my house and got in bed. 

The sex that time was slow and tender, and I ejaculated long and hard inside Janet. I had her straddle my mouth and ate her pussy through two orgasms. She loved it, and said that no one else had ever done that.

The rest of her time with me was idyllic. We went places, talked, came home, and explored in bed. I kept reinforcing the idea that her pussy belonged to me, and she readily agreed. I realized that she needed a strong person to care for her, someone she could depend on in the relationship. Not a tyrant, not a master, just someone who could now and then tell her how it's going to be.

Years ago, when she and I were together between her bouts of withdrawing, the sex was always phenomenal. She was always a caring lover, which was why the breakups were so hard for me. This time, the sex was still phenomenal, and I doubted that we'd ever get bored with each other.

During that few days that she stayed with me, I ate the creampie every time, and loved it. She loved it too, by the way.

When it was time for her to get back on the plane, she held me so tight, and I saw in her face the question she was afraid to ask. I smiled and said, "Yes, I want you here with me. See what you can arrange. Remember, your pussy is mine alone."

"Don't worry, lover," she said in a trembling voice, "No one else will get it but you. I'll be true to you."

I finally got what I wanted.

So did she.

The End



Janet & Debbie Go On A Picnic



Janet and Debbie were just setting home, late one morning, naked as usual. It was a nice, warm day, not a cloud in the sky, when Debbie suggested that they go on a picnic. Janet thought that was a wonderful idea, so they began packing a nice picnic lunch. They began getting dressed, each deciding on a tube top, no bra, and shorts, no panties either. They packed a nice picnic lunch and wondered where to go. They decided on a small, partially wooded park, about 15 miles from home. 

On the way there, Debbie suddenly reached over to Janet, grabbed the top of her tube top, pulled one side of it down and let one of Janet's tits fall out. Janet just looked at Debbie, smiled and left her tit hanging out. Debbie told Janet that was so sexy, why didn't she leave it that way. When they arrived at the park, Janet's tit was still exposed and the nipple was very hard. They got out of the car, went to the trunk and took the picnic basket out and started off to find a spot to spread a blanket out and relax.

The park was nearly deserted, so Janet never bothered to pull her top back up. Her tit bobbing and jiggling as she walked. They stopped at the edge of the wooded area and looked around for a spot to spread the blanket they had brought. Janet looked at Debbie and ask her if she wanted to go into the woods and look for a better spot. Debbie smiled at Janet and told her, "ok, that's fine with me". They started into the woods, searching for a spot as they went. About 150 yards into the woods, they came upon a small clearing and decided that was the place. They spread the blanket and sat down, relaxing for a few minutes.

It was warm that afternoon and Debbie, as usual, got an idea. She reached over to Janet, took her tube top and pulled it up and over Janet's head, exposing both of Janet's tits. Janet looked at Debbie and told her that fair is fair, reached for Debbie's tube top, pulled it up over Debbie's head and dropped it on the blanket next to her. Both women sat there, topless. Two pair of beautiful tits, one set of 36c's and another set of 34b's, with hard nipples, completely exposed! They both stayed topless while they ate a light lunch and topped it off with a bottle of white wine. Debbie lay back on the blanket, eyes half closed, almost dozing off. Janet stared at Debbie's rising and falling tits as Debbie lay there. Janet lay back, closed her eyes and began lazily dreaming. Before both women knew it, they had dozed off.

Janet woke first. She looked at Debbie, still sleeping, when she moved over next to her and slowly, softly began taking Debbie's shorts and pulling them down and off. Debbie barley moved as Janet slipped Debbie's shorts off. Janet softly took Debbie's legs and spread them. Debbie's hairy pussy was as beautiful as always. Janet couldn't resist. She leaned over and planted a kiss on Debbie's pussy. That got Debbie's attention. Her eyes popped open and she was immediately awake. She looked down, past her tits and there was Janet, between her legs,, smiling up at her, her mouth inches away from her pussy. Debbie reached and took Janet's head in her hands and pulled Janet's mouth to her pussy. Janet didn't need any help as she buried her face into Debbie's pussy and began licking and eating Debbie's delicious pussy. Debbie let go of Janet's head, reached for her, pulled her around, took Janet's shorts off and pulled Janet over and on top of her.

Debbie pulled Janet's pussy to her face and began eating Janet's, neatly trimmed pussy. As they lay there, eating each other's pussys, both cumming close to an orgasm, neither noticed two black men had snuck up and were watching the show they were putting on. Both guys cocks becoming hard as a rock as they watched the two white women eating each other's pussies. They had never seen anything like that before and it turned them both on. 

Suddenly, Janet began moaning and mashed her pussy to Debbie's face. Debbie wrapped her legs around Janet's head and held her there. Both women were having an orgasm at the same time! The black guys just stood there, watching the women orgasm. Both their cocks hard and bulging in their pants. As Janet came down from her orgasm, she caught a movement out of the corner of her eyes. She turned her head and there stood the two black men, hard cocks showing thru their pants and they looked like nice size cocks. Janet got off Debbie, turned around, took her in her arms, hugged her and gave her a kiss. Then whispered in Debbie's ear that they had company, to wait for a second before she looked and kissed her again.

Once they broke the kiss, Debbie looked out of the corner of her eyes and she seen the black guys just standing there, as if planted to the spot they were standing at. Debbie turned her head and looked at the guys, smiled and ask them if "they liked what they had seen and would they like to join them"? The guys couldn't believe what they were hearing! They just stood there. Janet opened her legs and began massaging her pussy and ask them "if they would like some of this white pussy"? Still they stood there. Debbie got up and walked over to them, the guys staring at her small tits bobbing and jiggling, their eyes going from her tits to her hairy pussy, the wet hairs gleaming from her juices, with each step she took.

When she got to them, she reached down and felt their cocks thru their pants, sizing them up, complimenting them both on the size of their cocks, then, taking each by the hand and leading them to the blanket. Janet rose up to her knees, reached for one of the guy's belt, unbuckled it, unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear. Janet's eyes lit up when the guy's very thick, 10 inch cock popped out. Janet reached for his cock, took it in her hand and began to stroke it. Debbie meanwhile, began unbuttoning the other guy's shirt, pushed it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground before she undid his pants and pulled them and his underwear down to his ankles. She smiled when she seen his cock. His cock was as big as his friends and it was sooo hard!

Debbie got down on her knees and took his cock and began softly stroking it. She looked at Janet and they smiled at each other, nodded and at the same time, began kissing and licking the black cock each had in their hand. The guys were moaning and when Janet and Debbie each took the guys cock in their mouths and began giving each a blowjob, they lost it and began mouth fucking each woman, fast and hard. Both guys took the woman's heads in their hands and began pumping their cock's into the mouth that were wrapped around their cocks, their swinging balls hitting each woman on the chin as they both thrust their cocks in and out of Debbie and Janet's mouths!

Janet and Debbie were loving it. Each taking as much cock in their mouths as they could. Janet reached up, took the guy's balls she was sucking and began squeezing and massaging them. That only caused the guy to mouth fuck her faster! Debbie reached for the guy's cock she had in her mouth and began stroking it while he was mouth fucking her. Both women knew that it wouldn't be long before each guy blew his load and they were ready for it.

Debbie felt the guy's cock she was sucking, jerk and twitch and suddenly she felt a huge stream of cum hit the back of her mouth. A couple of seconds later, the guy whose cock Janet was sucking, grabbed her head and held it there, Janet's mouth wrapped around the head of his cock and he began squirting gob after gob of cum straight into Janet's mouth. Each woman sucking and swallowing when her mouth became full of cum. Neither Debbie nor Janet took the cocks out of their mouths until they were sure that they had sucked every drop of cum from them. Once they were sure they had sucked and swallowed every drop of each guy's delicious cum from their cocks, they let the guys cocks fall out of their mouths and lay back on the blanket. Each were so horny by then, it didn't matter which one fucked them, as long as they got fucked!

Debbie and Janet lay down next to each other and spread their legs, waiting for the guys to get on and fuck them. The guys took the rest of their cloths off and did exactly what Debbie and Janet hoped they would. The taller of the two black guys got down between Janet's legs and just lay there for a moment. The other guy started to get between Debbie's legs and as he did, Debbie reached for his cock, grabbed it, aimed it for her pussy and as the guy came down onto her, the head of his cock met her pussy and Debbie lunged upward on his cock and buried it in her pussy. As his cock hit bottom, it took the breath out of her for an instant, but Debbie began moaning before it was all the way in.

Her pussy was full of black cock! They began to furiously fuck and Janet and the other guy were amazed at the two of them. Janet looked into the guys eyes on top of her, smiled and ask him "if he were just going to lay there or was he going to fuck her"? He lifted up enough so he could grab his cock and aim it at Janet's pussy. He put his cock up to her pussy and slowly slid it into her. Janet lay there, letting him slowly slide his cock into her pussy, waiting for it to fill her pussy, but before he got it all the way in, Janet wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him the rest of the way onto her and his cock slid easily the rest of the way into her pussy. Janet told him "to give it to her good, fuck her like his friend was fucking Debbie".

He began slow, smooth deliberate movements, so Janet began rubbing his back as he was fucking her. Both women getting the cocks they desperately wanted. Janet moved her arms to the guy's neck that was fucking her and put them around his neck, pulled his mouth to hers and passionately kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth. Debbie had started to raise her legs when the guy fucking her, grabbed her ankles and put her smooth, white legs up and over his shoulders. That made it possible for the guy to get his cock farther into Debbie's pussy and that was just what she wanted.

She moaned as his cock slammed in and out of her pussy, taking every inch of it and begging him to give it to her good. All four of them engulfed in the fucking each was giving and getting. Debbie reached for and took one of Janet's hands in hers and held it. Squeezing it as she felt the orgasm building. Debbie had one of her tits in her other hand and was massaging it, pulling and pinching her hard nipple. Feeling its hardness in her fingers. Janet, still kissing her man, could feel the orgasm building in her also.

Janet and Debbie both at almost the same instant, began thrusting their pussys onto the cocks that were filling them. Janet started to squeeze Debbie's hand hard as the orgasm hit her. Debbie knew what was happening to Janet and she was only seconds away from that same, wonderful feeling herself. All at once, the guy fucking her lunged hard onto Debbie and his cock began squirting huge spurts of cum into her pussy, causing her to go over the edge. They were both cumming hard. Debbie's juices covering her guy's cock, soaking his balls. Squirt after squirt hitting the walls of her pussy and when he finally stopped cumming, he lay there on top of Debbie. That gave Debbie time to turn her head and watch as Janet and her guy both began cumming together.

It was wonderful, watching the expressions on both their faces as they passed through an orgasm. All four of them were satisfied for the moment, but each sensed that the afternoon was not over yet, or did any of them want it to end so soon. Janet and Debbie just lay there with the guys laying next to them. Debbie looked at Janet's wet, sopping pussy and knew what she wanted to do to her to clean it up. Cum was still running out both women's pussys The back guys, laying there, waiting to see what the women were going to do next, when Debbie get down between Janet's legs, getting ready to eat Debbie's pussy, the way she always did, but this time, with a black mans cum in her overflowing, cum filled pussy. Debbie lowered her mouth to Janet's cum filled, soaked pussy, softly licking Janet's pussy lips, one after the other. Debbie kept flicking her tongue out to Janet's pussy, making sure she licked up the cum flowing from her pussy, mixed with Janet's juices.

The taste was delicious! As Debbie was eating and licking the guys cum from Janet's pussy, her ass stuck up in the air, one of the guys moved around behind her, spread Debbie's legs apart, got between them and shoved his cock all the way into Debbie's pussy! Debbie moaned as his cock filled her pussy and she locked her mouth onto Janet's pussy. The other guy crawled up and aimed his cock for Janet's mouth. Janet, needing no encouragement, opened her mouth and took the guys cock in her mouth. Janet came again, causing more of the guys cum to flow out of her pussy along with more and more of her juices and Debbie continued to lick and eat Janet's pussy, swallowing the mixture of the black man's cum, mixed with her lover's juices. Debbie's white pussy full of black cock, Janet's white mouth filled with black cock! The only sounds coming from the four of them were Debbie and Janet moaning and occasionally a grunt from the guys and the noise coming from pure, raw, sex.

Debbie was gulping all the mixed juices she could lick and swallow flowing from Janet's pussy and loving the black cock filling her pussy, his balls slapping her belly each time he thrust his cock into her. Janet laying there, getting her pussy eaten from the woman she loved most and some black guy's cock mouth fucking her. All four overwhelmed with the fucking and sucking going on between them.

The cock in Janet's mouth twitched and jerked, swelled a bit more and began shooting gobs of cum into her mouth, she grabbed her guy's cock and held it with just the head of his cock in her mouth and kept accepting the gobs of cum, swallowing with every spurt, letting loose with her own orgasm, covering Debbie's face with juices as she thrust her pussy harder onto Debbie's mouth. Debbie greedily licked and swallowed Janet's delicious pussy juices. Her guy had reached around and had taken her tits in his hands and squeezed them, causing Debbie to moan again, when she suddenly felt her guys cock swell in her pussy and he began dumping his load of cum as far in her pussy as he could.

Debbie could feel his warm, sticky cum splashing against the deep walls of her pussy and she clenched her pussy around his cock, milking every drop of cum from his cock. Janet and Debbie had fantastic orgasms and the guys had terrific ejaculations! But Janet wasn't done yet, as soon as her orgasm subsided, she got between Debbie's legs and right in front of the guys, she began eating Debbie's pussy. The guy's just lay there, watching Janet licking, sucking and eating Debbie's pussy, licking the gobs of cum with her tongue and swallowing.

Debbie took Janet's head in her hands and pulled her face tighter to her pussy while she was thrusting her pussy onto Janet's face. It felt so fucking good! Debbie could let Janet eat her pussy forever! No one had ever eaten her pussy like Janet could. Debbie was meeting every one of Janet's licks, raising her soaked pussy to Janet's face as if she were face fucking Janet. Debbie knew that with the wonderful pussy eating she was getting, she wouldn't be able to hold out very long. As Debbie felt the orgasm building, she began raising her pussy faster and faster to Janet's face. Janet kept her mouth right to Debbie's pussy, her tongue lashing out, licking, sucking, eating, Debbie's pussy, her mouth never leaving those sweet pussy lips as Janet's tongue made sure that every drop of cum, along with Debbie's juices, made it into her mouth, so she could swallow it all.

Debbie threw her legs over Janet's neck and held Janet to her pussy while a powerful orgasm filled her, moaning, bucking, and shaking until it was over. Janet never took her mouth from Debbie's pussy, making sure she had all the juices she was going to get. With a belly full of sweet, warm, delicious cum from the black guy and Debbie's pussy, Janet was elated. Janet got up next to Debbie and lat next to her. They looked at the guys, who had began to get dressed and Janet ask then "if they would like another blow job before they left". Both guys quickly said, "yes", so Janet and Debbie went to them before they had their pants up. Each woman making sure that they got the guys cock they had not sucked the first time and began giving their guys a fantastic, slow, smooth blow job. They both looked at each other out of the corner of their eyes, watching the cock in the other's mouth, sliding back and forth on the cock each had in their mouths.

Both women had began massaging their pussys in rhythm to the cock in their mouths. It was wonderful. Sucking a big, black cock and masturbating! Janet took her mouth f the cock she had been sucking, long enough to tell Debbie and her man that she was going to have an orgasm soon and she wanted to hold back and see how close together they could all cum together, then took her guys cock back into her mouth and continued to blow him. It wasn't long before the guys told the women that they were going to cum soon.

Both women slowed to a smooth, slow sucking until they were also close to cumming and when the guys let them know that they were going to cum, began sucking harder and faster, until each was receiving a load of cum, straight into their mouths. Janet and Debbie each had a wonderful orgasm within seconds of each other, holding the cock in their mouths until the orgasms passed and they were sure they had all the cum they were going to get. A small gob of cum had ran out of the corner of Janet's mouth and when Debbie seen it, she leaned over and licked it from Janet's chin and tit and held it on her tongue, so everyone could see her swallow it.

As the guys finished dressing, they thanked both women. Before they left, Janet ask the guys "if they would like to cum to over to the girls house sometime soon and do it all over again"? The guys looked at each other and both answered at the same time, "that they would love to"! Janet gave them her address and phone and told them to call soon and the guys just stood there in amazement, when Janet ask them if they would bring along a few more of their friends! They told her that they would look forward to cumming to their place very soon and they would definitely bring a few of their friends.

Each guy gave both women a kiss, told them they would see them sooner than expected and left the women standing there, still as naked as when they had first discovered them that afternoon. 

Debbie and Janet began gathering their things to go home. Eagerly looking forward to the guy's cumming over with their friends and hoping that it would be sooner than later! Debbie surprised Janet when she took both woman's tops and put them in the basket and said to Janet, "sweetheart, let's go home topless."



Janet & Debbie Go Shopping



Janet and Debbie had plans to go shopping this evening and they began getting ready for it. Debbie made the comment to Janet that they were going to be getting dressed for the first time in days and Janet told her that it was too bad because she wouldn't be able to see Debbie's tits and pussy whenever she wanted and that she enjoyed them being naked all the time at home, but would she not wear a bra or panty's? Debbie told her that she had no intentions of wearing either of them anyway. Janet gave her a big grin and told her, "That's my girl." Debbie ask Janet if she were going to wear a bra and panty's and Janet told he, "of course not, you know better then that sweetheart, then ask her, shall we go?" 

As they were getting in the car, Janet's shirt hiked up above her waist, enough to expose her pussy and she didn't bother to pull it down and Debbie told her that she thought that was very sexy. As soon as they were in the seats, Debbie reached over and started massaging Janet's pussy. Janet let out a small moan as Debbie stuck two fingers in her pussy and began finger fucking her. Janet's pussy was soaked and Debbie took her fingers out of Janet's pussy, licked them off and that caused Janet to have an orgasm! Janet turned around in the seat with her back facing the door and pulled Debbie's head straight to her pussy and told Debbie, "to eat my pussy, you got me so fucking wet and horny, please eat my pussy before we go to the store, I want you to lick and eat my pussy right this minute. 

Debbie didn't need any prodding and she started licking and eating Janet's pussy. Janet spread her legs as wide as she could get them so Debbie could get at her pussy better. Debbie's tongue was working its wonders on Janet's pussy. Licking her pussy lips, then driving her tongue into Janet's pussy! Fuck, Janet was thrashing on the seat and Debbie didn't have a hard time bringing Janet to an orgasm and she did! Janet went wild as an orgasm hit her and she locked her legs around Debbie's head and held her tight to her pussy until the orgasm subsided! Janet turned back around in the seat and told Debbie that they better get going or they would never get to the store. 

Debbie smiled at Janet and told her that would be fine with her. They could go back into the house, get naked and eat each other's pussy! Janet laughed at that, but had to agree with Debbie that it was a very good idea, and they would do exactly that as soon as they got back from the store. Debbie's pussy was getting wet and she was horny, so she stuck two fingers in her pussy and started finger fucking herself as Janet pulled out of the driveway and took off down the road. Debbie finger fucked herself to a huge orgasm just as they were pulling in the parking lot of the store.. Debbie put her fingers up to Janet's mouth and she licked them clean. Janet smiled at Debbie and told her that she should eat her pussy right there in the parking lot just for that. 

Debbie turned in her seat, pulled her skirt up, spread her legs and told Janet to eat away! Janet told Debbie not to tempt her and got out of the car and told Debbie to cum on in the store, that she would make up for it and more as soon as they got home! As they were walking into the store, Janet reached over and patted Debbie on the ass and winked at her and told her that was a tease and if she had her way she would have gotten their dildo and fucked her in her ass with it right in the car!! Debbie laughed and told her that she couldn't be that lucky and Janet told her to just wait until they got home. As they were walking through the store, Debbie seen a handsome, black guy looking at the jeans. She told Janet to go ahead and she would catch up with her, that she just got an idea. 

Janet told her where she would be and took off. Debbie strolled over the rack of jeans, looked at the black guy and smiled. He smiled and winked back at her and she knew right then what she was going to do. She went around the rack next to him and pretended to look through the jeans and as she was doing so, rubbed her leg against his. That turned her on a little more, when she reached over him and let her tit brush against his arm, she got hot! 

As she drew her arm back, she happened to look at his crotch and noticed a bulge in his pants. She reached down and grabbed his cock and started rubbing it through his pants and he just stood there and moaned. Debbie could feel his cock getting hard and it didn't take long before it was as hard as a piece of steel and it was big! Debbie squeezed his cock and told him that she had gotten his cock hard and now she should do something about it! The guy was staring at her tits, her nipples had gotten hard and were poking out of her blouse. He spoke to Debbie, but he was talking to her tits! 

That made Debbie ever hornier, so she looked around and seen that no one was watching, moved into the center of the cloths rack, unzipped the guy's pants, reached in and took his cock out. It was so big that she had a slight problem getting it out. She whispered to the black guy to move closer into the cloths rack and when he did, Debbie unbuckled his pants just enough to get his huge cock out, but it was so big it got stuck in the elastic. As she was pulling his pants down and out just enough to get the guys cock out, it sprang free and hit her right between the eyes! Debbie stroked his cock a few times, then started licking it from the base to the tip of its head. She noticed a drop of pre cum at the tip so she flicked out her tongue and licked it off. As she moved her mouth away from his cock, a thin string of pre cum ran from the tip of his cock to her bottom lip. She took a good look at his huge black cock and drove her mouth straight onto as much as she could get in her mouth. 

She could feel the guy's knees starting to buckle, but he reached for the cloths rack and steadied himself as Debbie gently began bobbing her head on his cock. Fuck, it felt so good. He wished he could see his black cock going in and out of the white woman's mouth that was sucking his cock. He couldn't believe he was getting a blowjob right there in the store! Some woman walked by and gave him a strange look as if she knew what was going on, but he could have given a fuck less what she thought. She wasn't the one sucking his cock! As Debbie's was sucking his cock, she reached up and took his balls in her hand and began squeezing and massaging them. She could almost feel them full of cum just waiting to be let loose. She knew that when he did blow his nut that she was going to swallow every delicious drop of cum that came pouring from his cock! Debbie kept a smooth, slow rhythm on his cock. She didn't want him to cum to soon. 

She loved the feeling of her mouth full of black cock or any cock for that matter, the hardness of it in her mouth, the texture of its color and the feeling of it as she ran her mouth up and down its length. When it was buried in her mouth, she could feel the coarse, black, kinky hairs tickling her nose and she would wiggle her head back and forth just a little so they would tickle her nose more. She held her mouth on his cock that way for a few seconds before she began bobbing her head back and forth on his cock again. He knew that he couldn't take much more and whispered that to Debbie. She slowed just a bit, enough so that she would make him last a little longer. 

She wanted his black cock in her mouth as long as she could have it and didn't want him to cum yet. She took his cock out of her mouth and began licking it all over, kissing it as she went up and down its length. When she reached the base of it, she took one of his balls in her mouth and began sucking on it before moving to the other one and doing the same to it. She tried to get them both in her mouth, but his balls were way to big and she couldn't get them both in her mouth. Debbie licked all over his balls before returning to his cock, running her tongue up to the head and lowering her mouth onto his cock again. She was going to suck his cock now until he filled her belly with hot, delicious cum and she was going to drink it all!

Debbie's pussy was soaked as she bobbed her head on the guys delicious, black cock. Debbie looked down at his cock sticking out of her mouth, it was a shiny, black, gorgeous piece of meat and she could see the veins popping out of the hard skin! Fuck, it was lovely! Debbie pulled his cock out of her mouth and began nipping the head of his cock with her teeth. That sent shivers through the black's man body and Debbie could feel him tremble. 

She was ready for his hot, creamy, gooey cum to fill her belly and filled her mouth with black cock and began sucking, bobbing her head on his cock, turning her head back and forth as her mouth began its journey back up to the head op his cock. Sucking harder and faster, she knew he couldn't last for long. Debbie was giving the best blow job she hard ever given so far. She knew she was getting better at sucking cock. She had sucked enough since she had moved in with Janet and she had no intentions of stopping. Debbie also knew that she loved to suck cock now, not any particular cock, but any cock. With out warning, no twitch or jerk of his cock, cum exploded into Debbie's mouth. She almost chocked on it so much shot out in the first stream! 

Stream after stream shot into Debbie's mouth and she managed to swallow every drop! She kept her mouth on his cock until she was sure that she had all the cum she was going to get, then she cleaned his cock off with her tongue. Debbie let his cock fall out of her mouth, gave it a big, sloppy, wet kiss, took it in her hand and stuffed his balls and cock back into his pants. When she came out from the cloths rack, he was still hanging onto the bar, sweat pouring off his forehead. It took his a few minutes to gather his wits back, then he told Debbie that she was a fantastic cocksucker and that was the best blow job he had ever gotten and it was the most exciting one he had ever had, with it being in the store. He told her that she had balls to suck his cock there. 

Debbie told him that he had a lovely cock and that she really enjoyed sucking it and that was the very first time she had sucked cock like she had just done and she thought it was so exciting too. Then, he ask her if her pussy were as good as her mouth. Debbie told him that he would have to make that choice for himself and if he would take her to his car, he could find out! He told her to follow him to his car. He had a big Buick, so the back seat had a lot of room. He opened the door for Debbie and as she was getting in the car, her skirt pulled up, exposing her hairy, white pussy. One look at Debbie's white pussy and the black guy could feel his cock stirring and knew that it would be hard again in a few seconds. Debbie moved over so he could get in and as soon as he started getting in, she grabbed his cock and began rubbing it through his pants. 

He leaned over and kissed Debbie and when he did, he reached for her tit and began massaging it. Debbie stuck her tongue in his mouth and he began flicking her tongue with his. He reached for the buttons on Debbie's blouse and began unbuttoning them one at a time until he had them all unbuttoned and slipped her blouse off and laid it on the front seat. Shit, her tits were small, but he knew that anything over a mouthful was a waste. He drove his mouth right for her tits, licking and sucking each nipple until they were as hard as his cock! Then he took one whole tit in his mouth. Debbie thought it was lovely. His black lips on her white tit. She was ready for an orgasm and she knew it, she could feel it building. Debbie reached for his belt and undone it, then hooked her thumbs under his t-shirt and pulled it off before going back to his pants. She unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the single button, unzipped them and told him to raise his ass up so she could pull his pants off. 

He lifted his ass off the seat and Debbie pulled his pants off and when she did, his cock popped free and hit her in the cheek. He told her, "no fair" and reached for her skirt, unbuttoned and unzipped it and pulled it off her and laid it on the front seat with her blouse. Debbie kicked her shoes off, moved around in the seat and with just her socks on, spread her legs, one over the back of the front seat and the other over the top of the back seat and told him "to cum fuck this horny white woman, she wanted his cock and she wanted it now, please fill her pussy with black cock and let her feel his balls hitting her ass as he was fucking her, put his cock in her white pussy and fuck her, fill her pussy with cum like he had filled her belly with cum." That white pussy he had his eyes locked on looked so good! He wasted no time! He crawled between her legs, she took his cock in her hand and aimed it for her pussy and with one lunge, buried it deep in her pussy. Debbie just moaned as his cock slid in her pussy and she wrapped her arms around him to hold him tight to her. Her 34b tits were mashed to his chest. 

His cock buried to the hilt in her pussy. He began pounding her pussy! Debbie just lay there, loving the feeling his cock was giving her, it felt so good! Debbie flexed her pussy muscles on his cock, making it feel tighter and better. Damn, this guy was good! He was pounding her pussy uncontrollably now, thrust after thrust and telling her how good her pussy was and not only was she a fantastic cocksucker, she was a great fuck too. That took Debbie over the edge and she had to fight the urge to scream as a huge orgasm over took her and she lunged her pussy up to fill it with as much cock as she could! She kept her ass off the seat until the orgasm passed. Her pussy and her legs were soaked with her pussy juices and they were starting to make a big wet spot on the seat. 

Fuck the seat, he went back to pounding her pussy as soon as her ass hit the seat again, only now, Debbie was matching him stroke for stroke. Debbie took her legs off the seat backs and wrapped them around his back, locking her ankles together so he couldn't get away, as if he even wanted to. Suddenly, he gave a big shove, pushed his cock as far in Debbie's pussy as he could and blew his load. Debbie could feel his cum splashing against the walls of her pussy, soaking and filling her pussy with his hot cum! Fuck, was he cumming. Squirt after squirt. He cum almost as much as her had in her mouth just a short while ago. Debbie began having another orgasm and her pussy tried to suck every drop of cum from his cock before she relaxed and fell back onto the seat. 

They both agreed that it was a very good fuck and well worth it. Before getting dressed, they kissed and Debbie went back into the store to look for Janet, holding all the cum in her pussy. She had plans for it! Halfway in the store Debbie realized that she had fucked and sucked a man, a black man at that and she never found out his name. She was becoming a real slut and she smiled at that thought. She found Janet in the store and as Janet seen her coming up the aisle, she knew that Debbie had done something, her face was aglow. Debbie told her how she had sucked the guy's cock and then they had fucked in his car. Janet told Debbie that she was a real slut and Debbie busted out laughing and told Janet that was what she was thinking the same thing on her way back in the store. Then she told Janet that she had something special for here. Janet ask what, Debbie looked around and pulled her skirt up enough so that Janet could see the guys cum leaking out of Debbie's pussy down her legs. 

Janet looked at Debbie and told her, "lets go to the car, I want to eat your pussy with that guys cum in it." Debbie told Janet, that that was the reason she had saved as much of his cum as she could! Janet and Debbie went out to the car and Janet moved it to the back of the parking lot, while Debbie got in the back seat and spread her legs waiting for Janet to stop the car and come into the back seat with her. She was very horny and as soon as Janet got the car parked, got into the back seat with Debbie. As Janet was getting between Debbie's legs, Debbie took Janet's head in her hands and pulled her face to her warm, wet, cum filled pussy. Janet covered Debbie's pussy with her mouth and began licking and eating Debbie's pussy. Debbie's pussy literally fucking Janet's face, bucking, thrusting onto Janet's face as Janet was licking and swallowing as much cum as was left in Debbie's pussy, then licked all she could from Debbie's legs!

Neither had noticed, but two young men walked past the car and one of them had seen two women doing something, so he called his friend back and they went up to the car and seen one woman eating the other's pussy. Their cocks got hard instantly, harder than either could remember as they stood there, watching Janet eating Debbie's pussy. Debbie opened her eyes and seen them, but she didn't give a fuck, all she was concerned about was Janet's tongue licking and fucking her pussy. She whispered to Janet that they had an audience and that made Janet eat Debbie's pussy that much harder. Debbie opened her eyes all the way and looked straight at the young men! They were rooted where they were standing and Debbie knew that they were playing with their cocks, so she opened the door and ask the guys, "how old are you guys?" and they both answered, "I am 20 and my friend just turned 19", then Debbie told them both, "why don't you two get in the front and watch so you can get a better look at Janet eating my pussy, don't be afraid, we don't bite, cum on, get in?"

One of the guys grabbed the other and soon they were in the seat getting a close look at one woman eating another's pussy, two pair of tits, one pair laying flat, jiggling on Debbie's chest and the other, so big to them, swaying, and jiggling on Janet's chest, two pussy's, one neatly trimmed and the other, very hairy. They had seen pictures in magazines, but never dreamed they would see it for real. Both guys had taken their cocks out and were jacking off. Debbie looked up at them and smiled as Janet was licking and sucking her pussy, her hips raising up to mash her pussy in Janet's face. They were putting on a show for the guys. Debbie shook and moaned as another orgasm hit her. 

Janet licking, fucking Debbie's pussy with her tongue, drinking Debbie's juices as they were flowing freely from Debbie's pussy. When Debbie laid still, the orgasm had passed and she was panting, moaning softly, Janet took her mouth from Debbie's pussy and she smiled at the guys, her face wet and covered with Debbie's juices. The guys went nuts. Janet told the guys to stop jacking off, that she and Debbie would jack them off it they wanted them too! They guys could not believe this was happening! They had just watched these two women, one eating the other's pussy and now they were going to get jacked off by these two beautiful whore's. 

Janet climbed into the front seat and told one of the guys to get in the back with Debbie, it didn't matter which one, as one of them was climbing over the seat, Janet reached up and gave his cock a little squeeze. The guy sprang over the seat and fell onto Debbie. Debbie laughed and told him that he must be a horny one, he still had his cloths on. Janet and Debbie told the guys to get their cloths off and let them see their cocks. Both guys, embarrassed, but doing just as the women had told them, started taking their cloths off. When they were both naked, sitting their, red faced with both their cocks pointing at the sky, Janet and Debbie, took the young men's cock in their hands. 

Damn, did it feel good when the women put their hands on their cocks. It felt so much better than their hands. The guy in the back seat with Debbie forgot about his friend in the front with the other woman, as Debbie began stroking his cock. He didn't even have time to warn Debbie before his cock erupted, squirting cum all over Debbie's hand! She continued to jack him off until his cock quit squirting cum, then took her hand from his cock and licked the cum from her hand. Fuck, the guy thought, this couldn't be real, but he looked at his still hard cock and Debbie licking his cum from her hand and knew that this could not be a dream. 




Janet & Debbie Go Shopping



Debbie then leaned over and started licking the cum the guy had shot onto his belly. Cleaning the cum from his belly, Debbie began slowly licking the gobs of cum from the guys legs. She licked the cum from the guys leg, next to his balls and as soon as she began licking the cum from the guys cock, licking his cock from the base to the head, the guys cock twitched and Debbie thought he was going to cum again, she took his cock into her mouth and locked her lips on the head waiting for the cum to shoot out into her mouth. The guy didn't cum as she expected, so she began giving the guy his first blowjob. Her head bobbing on the guys cock, her little tits jiggling and swaying what they could. 

The guy have never in his life, felt anything as good as the woman's mouth on his cock and when Debbie reached for his balls and began squeezing and massaging them, he couldn't help it and blew his load straight into Debbie's warm mouth. Debbie kept her mouth on his cock as the guys cum squirted into it and when she was sure she had the last drop of cum, took her mouth off his cock, came up to the guy, opened her mouth and showed his cum in her mouth. Debbie kissed him and as she did, she released about half of the guys cum into his mouth. She broke the kiss and smiled at him, then swallowed what cum she had in her mouth. The guy then realized that Debbie had put his cum into his mouth and realized that it didn't taste that bad after all. He sort of liked the taste of it. Debbie told him to swallow it and without hesitation, did just that. Then Debbie ask him if he would like to fuck her? 

That made the guy smile from ear to ear, so Debbie lay back on the seat, spread her legs and told the guy to get on and fuck her. She reached for the guy and pulled him onto her, grabbed his cock and aimed it for her pussy, rubbing it along the lips of her pussy. Teasing the guy before she put his cock at the entrance of her pussy and with her legs pulled the guy down and his cock sunk into her pussy. The guy moaned as his cock slid into Debbie's cunt and he lost his virginity! The guy started doing what came natural, thrusting his cock in and out of Debbie's pussy like a wild animal, pounding her pussy! Debbie grunted as the guy slammed his cock into her pussy, again and again, realizing that she enjoyed the rough fucking the guy was giving her and laid there enjoying it. The guy started licking and sucking Debbie's tit, going from one to the other. The first real tits he had ever sucked and he was loving it, but then so was Debbie! She just let him go at it. It wasn't long before Debbie was trying to match the guy stroke for stroke, but as hard and as fast as he was fucking her, it was impossible. Meanwhile, in the front seat, Janet was slowly and softly, still jacking the guy in the front seat with her off. 

They both enjoyed Janet's hand on his cock. When Janet ask the guy "if he had ever fucked a girl or did he still jack off?" The guy told Janet that, " he had never fucked a girl yet, but he often fantasized about it as he was jacking off." Janet told him that she would take care of that and let him fuck her if he wanted too. The guy was more than willing, when Janet got an idea. She took her hand from his cock and got up enough so that she could reach into the back seat, smeared her fingers with Debbie and the other guy's juices and rubbed them all over her asshole, making sure that it was wet. Janet then got on her hands and knees and told the guy to cum around in back of her. 

When he did and was between Janet's legs, she reached behind her and took the guys cock and aimed it straight for her asshole and told the guy to push. The guy shoved and without much effort, the head of his cock slid into Janet's asshole. Janet lunged back until the guy's cock was as far in her asshole as it was going to go! "Fuck my asshole" she told the guy, "fuck me in my ass you little fucker, fuck my asshole?" The guy could not believe how tight and warm Janet's asshole was. Fuck he thought, was this woman hot! He began thrusting his cock in and out of Janet's asshole, Janet, rocking back and forth with each thrust from the guy, her tits bobbing and jiggling wildly as the guy was fucking her in her asshole. The guy couldn't help but watch his cock disappear in Janet's asshole and her tits swaying. It was too much for him and he began shooting gob after gob of his sperm into Janet's asshole! Janet moaned as she felt his cum squirting in her asshole and tightened her asshole muscles on the guys cock so she could drain every drop of his cum in her asshole! 

She had an orgasm as the guy's cock was still squirting cum in her asshole. Janet was beginning to wonder if the guy was ever going to stop cumming, his cock still squirting cum into her asshole and she wished she had sucked his cock, she would have loved this load of cum in her belly! She could feel his cum starting to leak out of her asshole, running down to her pussy. With one hand, Janet smeared and pushed as much of his cum into her pussy as she could and licked the rest from her fingers. The guy let his cock slid out of Janet's asshole and fell back onto the seat. Janet turned around and looked at his softening cock, leaned down and took it into her mouth and began sucking it. She wanted him hard again so he could fuck her. It didn't take long before the guy's cock began rising to the sky again. Janet could feel it getting hard in her mouth and as soon as she was sure it was as hard as it was going to get, she took her mouth off his cock, rose up and put one of her tits to the guy's mouth. The guy immediately began sucking on the nipple causing it to become rock hard, then began nuzzling, licking and sucking Janet's tit. Moving from one tit to the other, causing Janet to become hornier. Janet pulled her tit from the guy's mouth, lay back onto the seat and told the guy to get on and fuck her! 

He got between Janet's legs and without any guidance, drove his cock straight into Janet's pussy and buried it to the hilt and with smooth, slow strokes, began fucking Janet. She wrapped her arms around him and clung to him as his cock was using her pussy. Janet, in the front seat fucking, Debbie in the back seat fucking! They both enjoyed the fucking they were getting. To them, cock was cock, some bigger than other's, some better than other's, but each knew that cock was cock. Neither of the guys had a very large cock. They were about average size, 6 inch's or close to it. But they both let the young men fuck them and all four loving it. The guy in the front, fucking Janet and sucking her tit was close to cumming and he began fucking Janet faster, she was matching him or trying to match him stroke for stroke, but she couldn't keep up, so she just let him fuck her. 

The guy slammed his cock as deep into Janet's pussy as he could and yelled that he was cumming and let loose with his load of cum in Janet's pussy. As he was cumming in Janet's pussy and she was having an orgasm at the same time, the guy fucking Debbie told her that he was going to cum too. Debbie told him to let loose and fill her pussy with him cum and before she could finish, his cock began squirting his load of cum into her pussy and he kept trying to fuck her. Debbie reached to his balls, grabbed them and squeezed them lightly, this caused the guy to stop trying to fuck her as he was cumming and he shot a huge stream of cum as deep in Debbie's pussy as he could. Debbie held on, wrapped her legs around the guy and she came too. As they all four lay there, the guys cocks still in Janet and Debbie's pussy, Debbie ask the guy on top of her, "if he had ever sucked his friends cock?"

He replied, "no, but I have often thought of it and wanted to at times." Debbie then ask him if he would consider sucking his friends cock and let Janet and her watch.' He told her that if his friend would agree, "that he would suck his friends cock for them?" Debbie told the guy to get off and she had Janet get up and she whispered in Janet's ear what she had planned. Debbie told the guy to get in the seat with his friend and Janet would get in the seat with her and they would watch. The guy and Janet switched seats and the guy told his friend that he wanted to suck his cock, not only for Janet and Debbie, but also that he wanted to. His friend told him that he could if he wanted to, but could he suck his cock too? Janet told the guy that had been fucking her, to lay back in the seat and let things take their course. Once he was laying down on the seat, the other guy grabbed his cock and began jacking him off. Debbie ask him if he knew what the 69 position was. 

Without a word, the guy got on his friend, facing his cock and his cock inchs away from his friends face. Both guys had each other's cock in their hand, stroking them. Debbie put her hand the head of the guy on top and pushed his head toward his friends cock. As his mouth came closer to his friends cock, he opened his mouth and took his friends cock into his mouth. It did feel good. He began bobbing his head on his friends cock. His friend loved the feeling of his friend's mouth on his cock and returned the favor. He had his friend's cock in his hand and with his other hand, reached up and pulled his friend down so he could taste his cock. 

He opened his mouth and his friend's cock went straight into his mouth. The guy on top, fucking his friend's mouth while bobbing his mouth on his friends cock. They were really sucking each other's cock! Janet and Debbie were watching the guys sucking cock, the first time either had seen two guys sucking each other's cock. They watched intently as the guys were sucking each other's cock, wondering if either would cum in the others mouth and if either would swallow. Janet had stuck two fingers in her pussy and was finger fucking her self, when Debbie took Janet's fingers out of her pussy and stuck two of her finger's in Janet's pussy and Debbie began finger fucking Janet. What was Janet to do but stick her fingers in Debbie and she began finger fucking Debbie. After about five or so minutes, Debbie and Janet sensed that the guys were about to cum and so were they! 

Suddenly, they all started cumming at once. The guys squirting cum into each other's mouth, Janet and Debbie cumin from being finger fucked! Each guy swallowed the others cum! When they were all done cumming, Janet told the guys that they should get dressed, they had to be getting home. One of the guys looked at her and ask her, " We sucked each other's cocks for you, would you please let us fuck you again before you go?" Janet answered for her and Debbie both, "we sure will, it was worth it watching you guys and you both deserve something for it, so you get in the front with me and Debbie will get in the back with your friend, then fuck us, ok?" 

"No problem the guy said" As the young man was getting in the front, Debbie crawled in the back, Janet took the guys cock in her hand and began stroking it to get it hard again. As soon as it was hard, Janet told him to get on her and fuck her like he wanted to. Debbie, in the back seat, lay on her back, spread her legs and told the other guy to cum and get the pussy he wanted. His cock was already hard from looking at his friend fucking Janet in the front and the beautiful pussy laying on the seat waiting for his cock. He got on Debbie and drove his cock straight for her pussy. Janet and Debbie lay there letting the guys fuck them, enjoying the fucking they were getting. They let the guys fuck them until both guys had lost their nuts and cum in their pussy's. 

The guys got dressed and thanked Janet and Debbie for everything and they were sure glad that they happened to walk by their car. Janet and Debbie kissed each guy and told them they to were glad they had seen them and wished them luck and if they ever seen them again, they would do it all over with the guys again. Janet looked at Debbie and told her, "lets go home, sweetheart, ok?" Debbie just smiled at her. They both rode home naked, no sense getting dressed!



Janet & Debbie Have a Black Gangbang



Janet and Debbie were sitting home on a Saturday afternoon, just lounging around, naked as usual without any plans for that night. Suddenly, Janet had an idea. She asked Debbie if she would like to participate with her in a gangbang with just black men and maybe a black woman or two. Debbie told her that she had never fucked any black men or women and that the idea sounded wonderful and if that was what Janet wanted to do, she would love to do it with her and fuck her first black man. 

Janet went to the phone, made a call and came happily bouncing into the living room where Debbie sat watching the TV. Janet went to Debbie and with her hands on her shoulder's, told her that it was all set up and around 8 pm that night and that Oscar and a few of his friends and a black woman would be there. Debbie ask how they knew where Janet lived and Janet told her that this was not the first time that Oscar had been to her house. She had entertained him many times before. Debbie looked at Janet and told her that she never stopped amazing her. She wished they had gotten together long before they did. She did not have near the experiences fucking that Janet did, but she was more than happy to have Janet teaching her. She loved her new lifestyle. 

Janet looked into Debbie's eyes and told her that she too was so happy that they were together and if she had known that Debbie had those feeling for her, she would have ask her to go out with her long before she had. Janet ask Debbie why she had not made a move or given her any hint that she felt the way she did about her and Debbie told her that she were afraid that if she had done that, she would have scared her away. But once Janet had made the first move, that Debbie knew for sure that she loved Janet. Janet leaned over and kissed Debbie softly. 

Debbie reached up and took both of Janet's hanging tits in her hand and began massaging them, Janet's nipple turning very hard and Debbie began softly pinching and flicking them with her finger and thumb. Janet moaned softly as Debbie let go of one of her tits and began massaging Janet's pussy with her hand and suddenly slipped two fingers in Janet's pussy and began finger fucking her. Janet's knees get weak and she mover around and lay on the couch. Debbie's fingers felt good in her pussy and Janet hoped that Debbie would eat her pussy too. 

She was not disappointed. Debbie jammed her fingers into Janet's pussy as far as they would go, quickly pulled them out and covered Janet's pussy with her mouth! Debbie was licking and sucking Janet's pussy eagerly and Janet wanted to return it, so she grabbed Debbie by the tits and pulled on them until Debbie raised up and quickly mounted Janet, never taking her mouth off from Janet's pussy. Janet buried her head between Debbie's legs and began eating Debbie's hairy pussy. Janet and Debbie loved eating each other's pussies and the taste of each other's juices. Licking and eating each others pussies, it never did take long before each other exploded with an orgasm and sent their juices onto the others face. When their orgasms subsided, they got up and sat next to each other on the couch and Janet began telling Debbie what to expect when Oscar and his friends got there. Debbie got so hot that she had another orgasm, just listening to Janet telling her what to expect. They didn't have to do much to get ready for them, maybe fix their hair was about it. They both decided that they were not going to dress for them. No since in it anyway as they would be naked within a few minutes after they got there, so they decided to meet them naked as they usually were anyway. 

As the day wore on, Debbie was getting hotter and hotter. She told Janet that it was getting hard waiting for her first black cock and Janet kept assuring Debbie that it was going to be worth the wait. Finally, there was a knock at the door and Debbie rushed to answer it. There they were! Debbie had an orgasm and the guys just looked at her, as she stood naked in front of them. One of them, Debbie assumed it was Oscar, said, "Hello, may we come in?" Debbie opened the door and let them in and Oscar introduced his self and ask where Janet was. Debbie told him that she was in the living room when Janet hollered, "Oscar babe, why don't you'se come on in here? Debbie, come here for a minute will you?" 

Oscar told Janet "ok" and Debbie went into the living room and sat with Janet. 

Janet told Debbie to hang on for a minute and see what happens. Oscar ask Janet if it were ok to come on in and Janet told him, "sure." Janet told Debbie to close her eyes for a few seconds. Oscar and his friends came in the living room and Janet whispered in Oscar's ear for them to get undressed. Oscar started taking his cloths of and the other's followed suit.

As soon as they were all naked and stood in front of Debbie and her, Janet told Debbie to open her eyes. Debbie opened her eyes and in front of her were 5 huge, black cocks and one black pussy. Fuck, she had never seen anything like it. Those guys cocks were huge, they were fucking monsters. Big, so big. And black. She wilted right there, her eyes looked like they were glazed over and she fainted. Janet got some water and splashed some on Debbie's face to bring her back. The guys were amazed. Here was a white slut and she had gotten that hot just at the sight of their cocks. They knew that Debbie was going to be good. Debbie reached out and took one of the guy's cocks in her hand. Fuck, she thought, her hand didn't come close to making it all the way around.

It was so thick! His cock felt so hard and hot in her hand. Debbie hadn't noticed the black woman with them, but as soon as Marsha came up to her and shoved a big black tit in her face, Debbie took the nipple in her mouth and began sucking it as her hand began stroking the cock she held. Oscar picked Janet up and laid her gently on the floor, spread her legs and went straight for her pussy. His black tongue working its wonders on Janet's pussy, when another of the guys got down on his knees and aimed his black cock right for Janet's mouth. Janet took his cock in her hand and put it up to her lips and swallowed as much of it as she could, taking almost 8 inches before she felt it hit the back of her throat, then began sucking it, running her tongue over it as she brought her mouth back up to the tip of his cock before lunging her mouth back down onto it. 

The guy began long, smooth strokes in and out of Janet's mouth, mouth fucking Janet as Oscar was eating her pussy. Damn, they were good. Debbie, in the mean time, was still licking the woman's tits, going from one nipple to the other, still stroking the black guys cock, when another of the black guys moved forward and stuck his huge, black cock in Debbie's face, with his hand, aimed it directly for Debbie's mouth. Debbie opened her mouth when she seen it coming and the guy slid it in as Debbie's mouth stretched as it was being shoved in her mouth. Debbie was amazed at how much cock she had in her mouth and gagged when it hit the back of her throat. 

The guy stopped shoving and withdrew just a little. Debbie took her free hand and grabbed his cock and began stroking it while it was laying in her mouth. Fuck, she was turned on. Seeing and sucking the black woman's big tits, stroking one of the biggest, blackest cocks she had ever seen and her mouth full of black cock. Debbie then seen Janet on the floor, Oscar eating her pussy and getting mouth fucked by a monster size black cock, watching that big black cock sliding in and out of Janet's delicious, hungry, hot mouth, she let go of the guys cock she had in her hand, reached around, grabbed him by his ass cheek and began pushing him forward until his cock hit the back of her throat, then pushing him backwards. He soon got the idea and began mouth fucking Debbie with smooth, slow strokes. 

His cock was wonderful in her mouth. Debbie had let the woman's nipple escape from her mouth, but had her hand on one of them, massaging it, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh. The sound and smell of sex filled the room. Janet and Debbie both slurping cock. The black woman knelt on the floor in front of Debbie, pulled her legs open and drove her head right into Debbie's pussy. Debbie moaned when Marsha's mouth hit her pussy, but with her mouth full of cock, moan was all she could do. Marsha's tongue began licking Debbie's pussy.

Debbie was so wet that her juices had soaked her legs and Marsha's face. Janet happened to notice that one of the black guys had his cock in his hand, jacking off, She took the cock out of her mouth long mouth long enough to tell him to come over here and let her jack him off. Janet took the cock she had been sucking into her mouth, took the other guys cock in her hand and began jacking him off. Everyone was doing something then. Janet getting her pussy eaten, stroking a cock and getting mouth fucked by another huge black cock. Debbie, getting her pussy eaten by Marsha, stroking a cock and she too getting mouth fucked by a monster black cock! 

The only thing missing was something in Marsha's pussy, when Debbie thought of the dildo Janet and her fucked with. Debbie took her mouth of the guys cock she was sucking and told Marsha to go into their bedroom and in the top drawer was the dildo and if she wanted something in her pussy, get it and she would fill Marsha's pussy with if. Debbie took the guys cock back in her mouth and began sucking it, when Marsha took her mouth off if Debbie's pussy, got up, went into their bedroom, and came back out with the dildo in her hand. Marsha walked up in front of Debbie, put the dildo up to her pussy and slowly began shoving it up her black pussy until she had all 12 inches in her pussy, got back on the floor and drove her mouth straight back onto Debbie's pussy. 

Suddenly, the guys cock Debbie was sucking, exploded, a stream of cum shooting from his cock into Debbie's mouth. He pulled his cock from Debbie's mouth before she could do anything and started shooting his cum all over Debbie's face. Gob after gob hitting Debbie in the face. So much cum squirting from the guys cock, Debbie trying to lick as much of it up as she could, but there was so much of it that it began running off Debbie's chin, down onto her tits and some onto Marsha's hair. Debbie wanted his cum in her belly, not on her face. 

She put her mouth onto the head of his cock and let it lay there, still squirting small streams of cum. Debbie waited until her mouth was almost full and swallowed her first mouthful of black cum. It was delicious and she wanted more! Debbie thought that the black guys cum tasted better than white cum and decided to ask Janet some time when she thought of it. She took the guy whose cock she had in her mouth, balls in her hand and gave them a squeeze and that made him shoot a huge stream of cum into her mouth.

Suddenly, Janet screamed, "fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming Oscar, I'm gonna cum all over your face, eat my pussy, ohhhh, eat my pussy, fuck, here I cummmmmmmmmmmmmmm, oh fuck, I'm cumming babe, I'm cumming" and wrapped her legs around Oscar's head and pulled his mouth tightly to her pussy as her juices began gushing out of her pussy. Before she could move, the guys cock she was sucking, gave a big twitch and it shot a huge stream of cum straight down Janet's throat. She didn't even have a chance to taste it. Gob after gob shot into Janet's mouth and she swallowed every drop. The black guy was amazed that Janet could swallow so much cum. 

No one had paid any attention, but Maria, Janet's daughter had come over, entered the house and came into the living room when she heard all the noise coming from there. Maria stopped in her tracks when she seen all the fucking and sucking going on. She looked at the huge black socks that Debbie and Janet were getting and immediately got horny. Maria stuck her hand in her shorts and began massaging her pussy, when one of the black guys noticed her, pulled his cock out of Debbie's hand and went over to Maria and ask her if he could help her. Maria grabbed his big cock and began stroking it. The black guy started undressing Maria, lifting her t shirt over her arms, Maria let go of his cock long enough for her t shirt to slide over her arms, then took the black cock in her hand again. Maria had huge tits, 38DD's and the bra she wore hardly contained them. 

They were ready to spill out of it and they barley hid her nipples, which were rock hard by then and the black guys eyes got wide when he unhooked Maria's bra and let her tits spring loose. He immediately took one of her nipples and began sucking on it. Maria let out a small moan as the guy went for Maria's shorts, undone them and began tugging them down, taking Maria's panties with them. Maria's pussy came into view and the guy was surprised at how hairy Maria's pussy was. Maria stepped out of her shorts and stood there naked, jacking the guy off when the black guy yelled to everyone to look at Maria's hairy pussy.

Everyone looked at them and Janet took the cock she was sucking out of her mouth and told Maria that she was glad that she had came over and to cum on in and join the fun. Debbie told Maria that she would love to eat her pussy too and she had been looking forward to when she could taste her pussy for the first time. Maria was so horny by then that she began sliding down onto the floor, pushing her tits over the black guys cock and letting him tit fuck her for a few seconds before scooting down and in one smooth motion, took the black cock straight into her mouth and began sucking his cock right there in front of everyone! Fuck, Maria was horny and didn't care who was watching her suck his black cock. Everyone watched for a minute as the huge black cock slide in and out of Maria's white mouth. 

The black cock sliding in and out of Maria's white mouth turning them all on even more. Marsha pulled her tit from Debbie's mouth, went over to where Maria was kneeing on the floor, got under Maria and pulled her pussy down to her face and began eating and licking Maria's very hairy pussy, while Maria was sucking her black friends cock. Maria couldn't take anymore and a huge orgasm went through her. 

Oscar went back to eating Janet's delicious pussy and Janet never had taken her mouth off the guys cock she had been sucking, went back to their thing and Debbie, still with the guys cock in her mouth, didn't realize it yet, but the guys cock she had been stroking, moved in front of her and aimed his monster, hard, black cock right at Debbie's pussy, suddenly he grabbed Debbie's ankles, pulled her legs farther apart, raised Debbie's legs a little higher and slammed his cock to the hilt into Debbie's soaking pussy! Debbie, with her mouth full of black cock, couldn't even scream as the huge cock parted her pussy lips and buried its self farther than any cock ever had before in her pussy. 

Debbie knew that her white pussy was full of black cock and she could feel the black guys balls on her ass. It felt like a fucking baseball bat was in her cunt and she reached to her belly, pressed on it and could actually feel the black guys cock inside her. But Debbie could not get over the wonderful feeling that the cock was giving her. She wanted to be fucked by the monster cock that was filling her white pussy. She wanted it! The guys cock Debbie was sucking, suddenly pulled it out of her mouth and quickly moved up to and behind Maria, his cock lubricated with Debbie's saliva and his precum, spread Maria's ass cheeks, put the head of his cock against Maria's asshole and shoved.

The head of his cock popped into Maria's asshole and he slowly push in until his black cock was fully into Maria's white asshole and Maria never flinched or missed a beat. Debbie reached for her black lover and pulled him down onto her. Debbie's pussy filled with the biggest cock she ever had and a black one, her legs pointing toward the ceiling began getting the fucking she had only before been able to dream about. Debbie lay there, taking every bit of black cock, her head rolling from side to side, she had locked her legs around the black guys back, matching him stroke for stroke as he pounded Debbie with his cock. 

Marsha got up from eating Maria's pussy, he face covered with Maria's juices, looked at Debbie getting fucked, her eyes were closed and she was moaning. Marsha got up walked over to Debbie, straddled Debbie's face with her pussy and lowered her black cunt over Debbie's face. Without even opening her eyes, Debbie knew it was Marsha, her pussy had a different odor to it, a very nice odor and Debbie knew that Janet was on the floor getting her pussy eaten and had a mouthful of black cock and that Maria was on her knee's sucking a black cock and had another black cock fucking her in her asshole, so it had to be Marsha. Such a sweet tasting pussy!

Debbie immediately began eating Marsha's pussy, licking and sucking as much as she could. Marsha was face fucking Debbie, raising and lowering her pussy onto Debbie's face. Debbie was finally eating her first black pussy and she loved it. Debbie noticed Janet getting up and looked over at her. Janet got on her hands and knees and Oscar came up behind Janet, aimed his cock for Janet's pussy and rammed it home. Janet grunted as Oscar's huge cock split her pussy and drove its way deep into her belly. 

Oscar began fucking Janet from the rear, doggy style and Janet's tits were flopping back and forth wildly as Janet took Oscar's cock. Janet reached to her pussy with one hand and began massaging it and letting Oscar's cock slide along her fingernail, when Oscar let out a scream and shot a tremendous load of cum far up in Janet's belly. Janet's pussy clung to Oscar's cock, sucking more and more cum from it. Her pussy flowing with her and Oscar's juices! 

As soon as Janet was sure that her pussy had milked every drop of cum from Oscar's cock, she let his cock fall out of her pussy, turned around and took Oscar's semi hard cock completely in her mouth and began sucking her cock. Janet pulled her mouth off Oscar's cock and began licking his entire cock clean of their juices and moved to his balls, taking first one in her mouth and then the other, cleaning them both off. Janet licked Oscar's cock all the way up to the head of his cock and slowly lowered her mouth over Oscar's cock and began giving him a smooth, slow blowjob. 

Maria in the meantime, had gotten the black guy's cock she had been sucking, to lay down on the floor and without taking the black cock out of her asshole, lowered herself and the black guy whose cock was buried in her asshole, onto the black guy laying on the floor, moved her pussy in position over the guys cock and lowered herself onto his cock. Maria's pussy and asshole were filled with black cock and she could feel them, just a fine wall between her pussy and asshole separating the two cocks and they were fucking Maria in unison. 

One cock going in her pussy, one cock going out of her asshole! Debbie was still getting fucked and eating black pussy! Debbie suddenly wanted a black cock in her pussy, another in her asshole and another in her mouth! She took her mouth off Marsha's pussy long enough to tell the black guy fucking her just what she wanted. He looked at his friends and called two of them over. The guy, who had his cock buried in Maria's ass, pulled it out and came over.

Debbie and the black guy that was fucking her, rolled over together, not letting his cock slip out of her pussy and the black guy underneath her, told Debbie to raise her ass up just far enough so that his cock didn't come out of her pussy, so his friend could stick his cock in her white asshole. Debbie did just that. She raised her ass just high enough so that his cock stayed in her pussy. The guy in back of her moved so that his cock was at the entrance to Debbie's asshole and began shoving. Debbie's asshole was tight and there was a lot of resistance, but the head of his cock popped into Debbie's asshole. Fuck it hurt! Debbie ask him to stop and let her asshole get used to it. 




Janet & Debbie Have a Black Gangbang



Debbie was sure that the guys giant cock and tore her asshole wide open, but after a minute, her asshole had become accustomed to the cock in it and she told the guy to go ahead and shove it all the way in her asshole and the guy did just that. With one lunge, his cock hit home. It was in Debbie's asshole up to his balls. Debbie screamed as his cock bore its way in her ass! 

The guy lay still again. Only the thin membrane separating his cock in Debbie's pussy from his friends cock. Debbie needed one more cock for her mouth and she got it. One of the guys had been jacking off on the love seat to all the fucking and sucking going on around him and the guys told him to come over and stick his cock in Debbie's warm, waiting mouth. Here it came! Very soon Debbie was gong to get her wish. Suddenly his cock was at her lips, she opened her mouth and it was instantly filled with cock. Debbie had done it finally. 

Filled every one of her holes with a cock. Janet seen Debbie with all that cock in her and told Debbie, "to go girl, fuck them, suck that cock, that she looked beautiful, her white skin covered with black skin. Fuck them baby, show then how a white woman fucks black men. Take them all baby and ask for more, fuck'em baby, fuck'em" and continued fucking Oscar. Debbie nearly fainted with pleasure! She had never felt anything so wonderful in her life! When she and Janet were alone, she was going to show Janet just how much she appreciated asking her out the night it had all come together! But for now, Debbie wanted cock and lots of cock! Debbie was lost in lust. She never noticed that everyone else had stopped fucking or sucking and were exhausted, laying around the floor watching her with the three guys! The four of them were putting on a show of shows! 

Cock in, cock out, cock in, cock out. Debbie felt like the best part of a sandwich, only better, she had a cock in her mouth! She noticed suddenly that the rest of them were clapping and cheering them on, so she put everything it to it she could. One of the guys said them was going to cum and the other two told him to hang on for a minute and they would all cum together. Debbie wanted them all to cum as close to once as they could too, she wanted to feel three cock shooting cum into her.

The guys all slowed down when one of them yelled, "fuck, I can't hold it back anymore, this cunt is good, let her have it, unggggh, her I cum, get ready for this load bitch, cus here it cums." Before the others could answer, Debbie felt all three of them shooting gobs of cum into her pussy, her asshole and her mouth all at the same time. That was when Debbie passed out! The next thing she knew, she was laying on the couch, one arm hanging over the edge along with one leg, the other arm across her belly and her other leg on the back of the couch. It was dark and quiet and she knew that she had been fucked good! She wondered where the other's had gone. 

She got up from the couch, fuck, every party of her ached, but she made her way to the bedroom. There on the bed, sound asleep were Janet and Maria, lying in each other's arms. Debbie silently climbed in bed, next to Maria, took one of Maria's tits in her hand and put the other hand top Maria's pussy, rubbed it a few times, stuck two fingers in Maria's pussy and fell asleep herself!



Janet & Her Niece



"Aunt Janet, I'm going for a hot shower," Teri said as the movie ended. "Want to join me?" She got up from the couch and stretched her arms over her head, her tits pushed her T-shirt out as it rode up exposing her bare navel and tiny bikini panties. It was Saturday and everyone else was away for the weekend. My 28 year old niece, I'm 51, and I had decided to spend the evening at home watching TV. The main reason: neither one of us had any plans.

"Sounds inviting," I said. "You get started while I clean up." I watched her head up the stairs, her long legs were tanned and slim, her bare feet padded on the carpet. Then I picked up the empty popcorn bowls and soda glasses and went to the kitchen. The movie we rented was sexy with lots of nudity and fucking. Teri and I had been lying on each end of our large living room couch. My hand had slipped down between my legs a few times during the really hot scenes, and I could tell from Teri's squirming that she was enjoying herself too. By the end of the movie, I was definitely turned on and wet. I knew from Teri's suggestion of the shower that she was as horny as I was. 

Taking a shower together was not unusual; we loved being naked and touching each other. When we were younger, it was innocent, Aunt, Niece stuff, inquisitive fingers exploring under a nightgown or a bathing suit. But, there were times when it went a lot further. Like the first time Teri made out with a boy. She raced home to tell me. I wanted to know how it felt so she showed me. From then on, we would practice our kissing techniques on each other when we were alone. Sometimes I wondered which I liked more, making out with my Niece or my boyfriends or my husband. 

We shared a large bedroom when Teri stayed over with two beds, but in the winter we often slept together when my husband was gone, which was every week and sometimes for a whole month or longer. Many nights, we would snuggle up to each other to get warm and our hands would wander, caress, and search. It was so erotic to fall asleep with our bodies entwined and my hand between Teri's legs or hers on my tits. One night, I woke up to feel her finger in my pussy. She must have been having a very wet dream; she was fingering me in her sleep. I thought it was so adorable and returned the favor, awakening her from her slumber with a warm, wet orgasm. 

The memory sent a tingle down between my legs as I finished cleaning up the kitchen and headed up stairs to our huge bathroom. It had a whirlpool and double-headed shower. I could see Teri through the steamy glass shower doors. She had her head tilted back letting the hot water wash over her face. Her small tits were little cones that stood straight out. As she turned around, I could see the V-shaped patch of hair over her pussy that pointed like an arrow to her cunt. I had trimmed it for her only a few days before and called it my "get to the fucking point" design. 

I pulled my T-shirt over my head and pushed my panties down my legs. My pussy was still damp from playing with myself while watching the sexy movie. Sliding the glass door open, I stepped inside as the steam rushed up and surrounded me. "We need a wash cloth," I said, turning to get one. 

"Wait, Aunt Janet." Teri held my arm. "Just your hands."

"You're such a bad girl," I said as she pulled me into the two streams of water. 

Teri handed me a bar of soap and turned to face the marble wall. "Do my back." I lathered up my hands and rubbed them in big circles over her back starting at her shoulders and working my way down. Teri leaned forward placing her hands on the wall; her head faced down between her arms as the hot water sprayed over her. I increased my circles to include her ribs and hips, letting my hands reach around to sweep over her tits. Every second or third time, I would stop on her nipples and give them extra attention and they hardened at my touch. I ran my hands along her arms stopping to gently clean her underarms. My niece was very sensitive there and had told me that when I kissed or caressed her underarms, it sent sparks shooting down to her pussy. I hoped it was working now. 

From there, I lathered up the soap again and worked my way down to her ass. And what a thing of beauty: tight and perfectly shaped. Teri's clothes clung so nicely to it; I know because I watched it just as much as everyone else did when she walked down the hall at the malls. Teri and I loved to play little sexy games when we were in public. Like at the mall, we would go into a stall in the bathroom and finger each other. Then we would switch panties. During the next mall, I would push the wet crotch of her panties in me. What a turn-on it was to smell her pussy on my fingers and know her warm girl-cum was mixing with mine. 

We were always seeing how much we could get away with. Once in a crowded elevator on our way up to our office, I was squeezed in close behind Teri. Without anyone knowing, she reached behind and slipped her hand under my mini-skirt. By the time I realized what she was doing, her finger was around the edge of my panties and into my pussy. I was so flushed I almost fainted. As the doors opened and we stepped out, she licked her finger. "My favorite flavor," she said with a wink. I was destroyed for the rest of the afternoon. 

But I always got her back. Like the time our family sat at the table eating dinner and our uncle was discussing some important school event with Teri. I sat across from my niece, and while she tried to talk, I slipped my bare foot up between her legs and rubbed her pussy with my big toe. Paybacks are hell, I thought, as I watched her squirm. 

As the hot water created a steam cloud wrapping itself around us, I leaned forward and kissed Teri's back. Then I lathered up again and rubbing her beautiful ass. Running my slippery hand up and down her crack, I could tell she was getting aroused. Her breathing deepened and she spread her legs for me. "Get it really clean," Teri said, smiling over her shoulder. "Expecting company?" I asked. "Only that nasty little tongue of yours."

"My, aren't we horny tonight." I squatted down and ran my soapy hands along her legs enjoying the feel of her soft inner thighs. While I stroked them, my eyes never left that gorgeous ass right in front of my face, particularly her puckered little asshole. It looked like a small flower and I remembered the first time I saw it up close. We were in bed one night exploring each other's bodies using only the glow of a flashlight. Teri lay on her stomach and stuck her ass up. 

She reached back and spread her cheeks so I could see her asshole, asking me what it looked like. I told her I thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world, next to her pussy and tits of course. That night we spent hours just sniffing and licking each other's asses. I continued washing Teri's legs working my way up until I was stroking her pussy from behind. She moaned at my touch. Then I took my thumbnail and softly scratched her ass causing an immediate contraction of her cheeks. I pushed the tip of my thumb against her little asshole until her muscles relaxed, and then let it slide in about the depth of my nail. 

Teri responded by pushing back trying to force it in further. With my thumb inside her, I stood up and let my hips press up against her ass. Spreading my legs slightly, I brought my pussy against the back of my hand and started a slow pumping rhythm as my thumb slid in and out of her while I massaged her cunt. Next, I leaned over so my 36c tits lay against her back. I reached my other hand around and cupped her left tit, taking her swollen nipple between my fingers and giving it a firm squeeze. I pushed my pussy against my hand forcing my thumb up inside her ass as far as it would go. 

"Fuck, that feels so good Aunt Janet" she managed to say as she met my thrusts. "Just the right size." Her words were slurred as her breathing quickened, her body trembled, her stomach sucked in and out. I know my Niece well, she was going to come fast and hard. I loved the feel of my cunt pressing against my hand, but right then I was thinking only of her; all I wanted was to make her come. 

"Fuck, Teri, if I only had a cock, I could give you a fantastic fuck." She climaxed with a shudder; gritting her teeth and jerking her head up and back. She made a low moaning sound as she closed her eyes, the steaming water washing over us. I slowed my thrusts and tried to support Teri to keep her from sinking to the floor; her legs shaking, her body limp. Slowly she recovered and caught her breath. As I took my thumb out of her, I gave her pussy a few loving strokes and covered her back and neck with kisses. She straightened and turned around, her eyes glazed over with sex. Teri wrapped her arms around my neck and locked her mouth on mine, her tongue shot out in a hot, wet kiss.

It was not a sisterly peck but a passionate, "Fuck me" kiss. Our tit's pressed together wet and slippery, soft and wonderful. We shifted slightly so our pussies could grind against each other's thighs, our hips moved in a wanton, lustful motion. Finally, we broke the embrace and I took Teri by the hand. 

"Let's dry off and go to bed," I said. "Is that a proposition you whore?" she asked with a giggle. "Let's just say I heard you were an easy Fuck and suck a slut." She kissed me again while she slid her hand down my stomach to my pussy, her middle finger resting between my cunt lips. Then she whispered into my ear, "We're wasting time talking when we could be Fucking each other, whore." 

Shutting off the water, we opened the glass doors and stepped out. Teri grabbed two large towels and we dried each other off. I was so turned on I wanted to pull her to the floor and go down on her right there. But before I could, Teri threw her towel over my head. "So you think I'm an easy Fuck, do you? Well, Aunt Janet, if you want to fuck me, you've got to catch me first." 

With that, she ran out the door and down the hall. Tossing the towel aside, I raced after her, thoroughly enjoying her girlish laughter and the sight of her bouncing ass and long legs as she disappeared around a corner. Down the stairs we ran, two naked women chasing each other like dogs in heat. The sight would have given any man an instant hard-on and any girl a wet pussy. We raced around, me catching her only to have Teri slip out of my grasp and sprint to the next room. Finally, she ran back up the stairs, heading for our room and the king size bed. By the time I caught up, Teri had yanked the covers off and threw them to the side.

Then she scrambled onto the bed and positioned herself with her back to the headboard. I stopped a few feet away to catch my breath. 

"Is there something you wanted, young lady?" she said nonchalant as if she had just noticed me for the first time. I squatted down with my arms resting on my knees. Then I slowly ran my hands along the inside of my thighs until they were at my pussy. Teri kept her gaze locked on the spot between my legs as I spread myself open. I was so wet that when the cool air hit my cunt, it gave me a rush. We liked to use our big bed when everyone was out of town for whatever reason. We would fill the room with the sweet scent of our lovemaking and I often wondered if anyone could smell all the woman-cum that had dried on the sheets. 

I gave out a little growl and went down on my hands and knees, my cunt throbbing and flared wide open, ready to be eaten. I slowly crawling toward the bed and at the edge I growled again and climbed up the side until I was poised like a cat on the far corner. "Is the whore hungry?" Teri asked. I growled again, deep and sexy. Teri brought her knees up and spread her legs apart. Then she reached down with her fingertips and opened her pussy to me. I could see moisture on her short hair, the inside of her cunt glistened.

"Here's your dinner, pussycat, hot and pink, just like you like it." I crawled forward until I was directly over her pussy. Her scent filled my nostrils. I was so turned on, my body shook, my eyes blurred. I bent down and kissed her pussy with the same passion I would have kissed her mouth. Then I lowered myself onto the bed, the coolness of the sheets felt wonderful on my naked body, still sweaty from our chase. 

As Teri wrapped her long legs around my head, I devoured her cunt like a hungry animal, licking, sucking and drinking in all the sweet love juice that flowed out of her. I reached up, took her nipples between my fingertips, and squeezed them as I licked her pussy. She moved her hips in unison to my thrusts and her soft purring quickly turned to moans and yelps as her climax built. Teri ran her fingers through my hair, pushing on my head to force my tongue deeper. Finally she stiffened and squeezed me tight with her legs as the orgasm rocked her. I slowed and opened my eyes, looking up at her. It was the most beautiful sight I could imagine as I watched her drift in and out of the blissful haze.

"Come here, sweet baby girl," she said, holding her arms open after she'd caught her breath. I crawled up her body licking and kissing as much of her salty, damp skin as I could. When our lips were inches apart, she wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed, trying to eat each other with our hot mouths. My lips and cheeks were covered with her cum and she seemed to relish licking it all off. 

"I love making you cum," I said between kisses. 

"Really, I hadn't noticed." We both giggled as we continued planting kisses all over our faces. "You've been doing all the work," Teri said when we finally stopped to catch our breath. "Now its my turn."

"Heads or tails?" I asked. 

"Tails, of course," she replied, scooting out from under me. Still on my stomach, I waited until she positioned herself behind me before I pulled my knees in and stuck my ass up. I could feel her warm breath as she sniffed me like a puppy. Then she ran her tongue up and down my crack using the tip to tease my ass hole before moving down to lick my pussy. 

"You smell and taste so good," she said between licks. 

"Good enough to eat?" I asked with a wiggle. Her answer was a loud moan as she pressed her face into me and ate my pussy. Teri knew how much I loved being eaten from behind, and electricity shot through me when her tongue went in my pussy and her nose pushed on my ass. I reached back to spread my cheeks and she rubbed my legs and ass, her experienced tongue doing exactly what I liked. 

"Oh, you're such a Fucking, nasty slut!" I said through clenched teeth. Suddenly the phone ran. 

"Shit!" Teri said, looking up. "Don't they know we're busy?" 

Slowly I swung around, out of breath, my chest heaving. "It could be anyone. We've got to answer it." I took her face in my hands and pulled her mouth to mind. I could taste my pussy all over her. 

"Fuck!" she said as we broke the kiss.

"Hold that thought." I rolled over to reach the phone on the table beside the bed. "Hello." I listened for a moment and then held my hand over the receiver. "It's Mrs. Cummings from down the street," I whispered. "She's been called into an emergency shift at the hospital and her husband's on the road. She wants to know if one of us could baby-sit Lisa tonight?"

"Lisa?"

"You know, her 18 old." While I talked with Mrs. Cummings, I watched Teri as she slowly slipped two fingers in and out of her pussy. She knew she was driving me crazy as she brought them up and licked off her juice. With a wicked smile, she stuck her fingers deep inside her pussy again and then offered them to me. "Cut that out, Teri," I whispered. "We have to decide. Do we want her over here or not?"

"Well," Teri said between licks, "how can we have fun when there's an 18 year old girl around to watch?" Then she paused for a moment and said, "Unless . . ."

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I said slyly. "Maybe we could have some three-way fun." Teri reached over and ran her hand down between my legs. "Is that all you think about?" I said, pushing her away. "Oh and you don't?"

"Mrs. Cummings," I said with difficulty as Teri played with my pussy. "We'd love to help you out. Just send Lisa on over and don't worry about a thing. She'll be in good hands." Teri laughed out loud at that last comment and I found it hard to keep a straight face until I hung up. "You have the dirtiest mind of anyone I know," I said. Then I leaned over and put my lips to her ear. "Besides, what if I don't want to share you with some little 18 year old cunt?" Teri ran her fingers through my hair. "Remember, Aunt Janet, what's between my legs is yours anytime you want it." She kissed me hard, then said, "Now I wonder what it would take to get in Lisa panties?"

"She is kind of cute." I casually played with Teri's patch of pussy hair. "I saw her in a two-piece not too long ago," Teri said. "She's got a nice ass and her tit's are looking great."

"Then let's get dressed and be ready to eat, I mean greet her." We both laughed as I rolled off the bed and reached out my hand. Teri took it and we headed down the hall arm-in-arm. "What do you wear to seduce an 18 year old girl?" I said. "Now who's got the dirty mind?" she said, running her hand down my bare ass.



Janet & Jeff's First Time





Jeff called his Mom one afternoon and to see if she was going to be home for a while and told her that he wanted to talk to her. Janet told Jeff she would be home and to come on over. When Jeff get there, he gave his mom a hug, took her hand and led her to the couch and they sat down. Jeff said, "Mom, I have to get something off my chest, I am becoming obsessed with it and can't keep it to myself any longer." 

Janet told Jeff to "go ahead and tell her, she was there to listen and help" Jeff said, "You will probably get angry and upset and tell me to leave?" 

Janet told him, "even if it's something you are ashamed of, you can tell me" Jeff looked into his mom's eye's and told her "ok, here goes" Mom, I want to take you to bed and have sex with you, I want to eat your pussy and fuck you Mom!" 

Janet, looking into Jeff's eye's told him, "that is nothing to be ashamed of, every son at one time or another wants to fuck their Mom, that is only natural." Jeff told his Mom that every time he fantasizes about fucking her or eating her pussy, that his cock gets so hard and he always jack's off. He knows that his Mom is the best fuck ever! Janet, still looking at Jeff, told him "we will never know unless we go to bed and have that sex, will we? At that, Janet took her son's hand, got up and led him to the bedroom and shut and locked the door behind them. Janet reached up and started unbuttoning Jeff's shirt, while Jeff just stood there, as if he couldn't believe it, his Mom got his shirt unbuttoned and shoved it off his arm's and let it fall to the floor, then reached for his belt buckle, stopped and ask Jeff if he was just going to stand there or was he going to undress her? 

That seemed to bring Jeff out of the trance he was in and he reached to his Mom's t-shirt and started removing it, pulling it oh so slowly as her neared her bra, but pulled it up and over her head and let it drop on the floor. Jeff's cock was rock hard by now, but that never struck him, he knew that very soon, he was going to see his Mom naked, eat her pussy and fuck his Mom! Janet had unbuckled Jeff's pant's and was working them down and Jeff reached behind his Mom and started to unhook her bra, finally freeing the hook's, he pulled the strap's off her shoulder's and when he pulled his Mom's bra away, there in front of him was his Mom's, beautiful, mouth watering, bare 36c tit's with very hard nipples! Every time Janet moved, her tit's bobbled and jiggled. 

Jeff was amazed at the beauty of them with their now hardening nipples. They were the most beautiful tit's Jeff had ever seen and there they were, right in front of him and they were everything that he had fantasized about! By now, his Mom had his pants and underwear off and Jeff was completely naked, yet he was unaware of it. His Mom stepped back, letting Jeff get a good look at her tit's and she started to take her pant's off, when Jeff hooked him thumb's in her pant's and pulled them down, taking his Mom's panty's down with them. Jeff was ecstatic, there, just inch's away from his face, was his Mom's pussy that he had fantasized about for so long. It looked so delicious, her black hair pussy in short, curly wisps and her cunt lips so sweet, already wet with her juices. Janet pulled Jeff up, reached down and wrapped her hand softly around Jeff's 8 inch cock and told him, "let's get on the bed" Janet pulled Jeff to the bed, leading him by his cock. Janet got on the bed, spread her leg's and told Jeff to "get on" Jeff couldn't get over how beautiful his Mom was laying there, legs spread, naked on the bed, her beautiful tit's, her beautiful, delicious looking hairy pussy, just waiting and wanting to be fucked.

Jeff knew that this was going to be a very god time. And he knew that he was going to finally get to fuck his Mom and he could have popped a nut right then and there! He let his Mom pull him closer and closer to her waiting pussy, her hand wrapped tightly around his cock, Janet knew what was coming and she was ready for it. A very hard, 8 inch cock that she was going to put right in her pussy and it was her Son's cock she was going to be getting and she couldn't wait! As Jeff lowered his self down onto his Mom, mashing her tits with his, the moment he had long awaited and hoped for was finally here, he was going to get to bury his cock in his Mom's pussy and actually, finally, get to fuck her, to put his cock in his Mom's pussy and fuck her. 

His cock had never been as hard as it was now! Janet felt pretty much the same way, she had her Son's cock in her hand and was guiding it to her pussy and when it got there, she was going to take every inch of her Son's cock in her pussy and fuck him the best she had ever fucked anyone. Finally the moment both of them had secretly longed and hoped for was here. The head of Jeff's cock met the entrance to HIS Mom's cunt! 

They looked into each other's eye's, smiled and Jeff suddenly gave his Mom a wet kiss, right on the mouth, Janet, returned her Son's kiss and Jeff slowly started easing his cock into his Mom's pussy, but Janet would have none of that, she lunged upward and drove Jeff's cock the full 8 inch's into her pussy! But Janet would have none of that, with a sudden upward lunge, she buried every inch of her Son's rock hard cock into her pussy again and again. Jeff broke the kiss and moaned "Oh Mom," while Janet softly moaned "Oh Jeff," your cock feels so good, hush and just fuck me, let's both feel and enjoy the pleasure" Jeff' did not say a word but began pumping and thrusting his cock, driving every inch of his cock as deep as he could into his Mom's pussy. Janet returning his thrusts with one of her own, matching her Son's! Her Son's cock driving her toward a gigantic orgasm. 

Her pussy already flowing with her juices, coating her Son's cock and balls, running out of her cunt, down the crack of her ass. All Jeff's feeling were gone, he was so obsessed with fucking his Mom, he was in another world. Jeff's cock pounding his Mom's pussy, in and out, in and out, thrust after thrust, Janet taking every inch of her Son's cock, she raised her leg's so she could get yet more of her Son's cock in her pussy. Jeff took his Mom's legs and raised them over his shoulders, driving his cock even deeper into his Mom's cunt. Janet could feel another orgasm building and knew she would not be able to stop it or hold back, she started moaning when it hit her, as it did, she shook and shuddered, letting wave after wave of passion overcame her, clasping her pussy to her Son's cock as she met him, thrust for thrust, her juices flowing freely from her pussy, soaking them both. Jeff knew that he was closer also and told his Mom that he was going to cum. Janet told Jeff "to cum in her pussy and fill it with his hot, creamy cum. 

She wanted him to fill her pussy with his cum." With a grunt, Jeff exploded into his Mom's pussy, shot after shot blasting into his Mom's cunt, filling it and already seeping out of his Mom's pussy. Jeff could not believe the amount of cum he was squirting into his Mom's pussy! Janet took every drop of her Son's cum in her pussy, feeling it deep in her cunt, soaking the walls of her pussy, leaking out and running down the crack of her ass, it's warm, gooey feeling driving her to another orgasm so soon. Jeff collapsed onto his Mom as the last drop of cum dribbled from his slowly softening cock and his Mom's pussy sucking every drop of her Son's cum from him. 

Without a word to each other, they both knew that they had just had the best fuck either had ever had. Jeff rolled off his Mom, his cock falling out of his Mom's pussy with a wet, gushing plop and just lay there next to her. Janet just lay there, trying to catch her breath and get her wit's back together. Jeff reached over and started playing with his Mom's tits, squeezing them, massaging them, lightly flicking and rubbing the hard nipples. 

He leaned over and started sucking one, then the other, enjoying the feeling of his Mom's very hard nipples in his mouth, rolling his tongue over them. Janet just lay there enjoying it, when she began to rub her Son's back and belly, slowly reaching down farther and farther until she got to Jeff's hardening cock and took it in her hand and began slowly stroking it back to hardness. With her other hand, she reached for and took her Son's balls in her hand and began massaging and lightly squeezing them, when suddenly she knew what she was going to do to her Son next! 

Janet slowly started kissing here Son, going from his lip's to his neck, slowly moving lower until she was at his nipples, she licked and flicked each one with her tongue before ever so slowly moving lower and lower down her Son's belly, Jeff quivering the whole time, sensing what his Mom might be going to do, his cock becoming rock hard in his Mom's hand. Finally, Janet mouth and tongue reached the base of her Son's cock. She licked around the base of her Son's cock, lowering her mouth and took one of Jeff's balls into her mouth and began sucking on it, before moving to the other and doing the same. Letting her Son's nut's drop out of her mouth, Janet began licking the base of her Son's cock again, licking from the base to the tip of Jeff's cock. With her tongue, she licked a drop of pre cum from the head of her Son's cock, letting her mouth rest on the head of his cock, when she slowly started taking her Son's cock into her mouth, lowing her mouth ever so slowly down the length of her Son's cock. 

Finally, she had her Son's full 8 inch cock in her mouth, licking his cock with her tongue as she began to suck upwards, as she reached the head of her Son's cock, Janet lustily began giving her Son the best blow job she had ever given to anyone. Her head bobbing up and down on her Son's cock, her tit's swaying to her rhythm, Janet put her hands on her tits and began squeezing and massaging them as she sucked her Son's cock and they were both loving it. Janet stopping ever so often to lick the pre cum leaking from here Son's cock, before plunging her Son's cock back into her mouth, sucking the whole length of it, feeling the head of her Son's cock at the back of her mouth as she sucked it. Jeff knew that this was the best blowjob he had ever had and it was his Mom giving it to him. 

He told his Mom, "oh yes Mom, suck my cock, yes, that's it, suck it good and I'll eat your sweet, delicious pussy, Oh Mom, suck my cock, take it all in your mouth and just suck me off, oh Mom, I have never had such a good blow job, you are the best cocksucker I know, yes, yes, Mom, suck my cock, ooooh, yes that it, suck it good Mom, suck it, suck it, suck it!" He reached down to his Mom's head, and started to rub the back and sides of his Mom's head and shoulder's. Oh, fuck, it felt so good, his Mom sucking his cock, Jeff knew that he was never going to be able to hold back for long and already he could feel another load of cum building in his ball's. 

Suddenly, Janet began sucking her Son's cock faster, her head bobbing up and down on the full length of her Son's cock, her tit's swaying and bobbing back and forth as she drove her mouth up and down the length of her Son's cock. Sensing that her Son was close to Cumming again, Janet could feel her Son's cock quiver and harden, when suddenly, Jeff gave out a groan and his cock litterly shot gobs of cum from his cock into his Mom's warm, waiting mouth! Squirt after squirt, blasting into his Mom's mouth. Janet took every squirt and when her mouth was almost full, she swallowed, with just the head of her Son's cock in her mouth, Janet was able to swallow every drop of her Son's sweet, hot, creamy, gooey cum from Jeff's cock. 

Waiting until she knew that her Son had fully drained his cum from his cock before she let it loose from her mouth. They both lay there letting the last few moments catch up with them. When Janet felt a hand on her pussy, fingers running along her cunt lips, massaging her pussy. That was all it took for her juices to began flowing again. Janet was still quite horny yet and just lay there, letting her Son play with her pussy, loving the feeling her was giving her with his fingers. Jeff's finger's running along his Mom's pussy lip's, stroking them gently, tugging on them softly, when all at once he moved down and locked his mouth on his Mom's cunt. Janet let out a groan as her Son's mouth and tongue hit her cunt and Jeff started licking her pussy, driving his Mom wild. Jeff found his Mom's clit and started nibbling on it, flicking it with his tongue, alternating between flicking his Mom's clit and driving his tongue into his Mom's pussy and probing her with his tongue. Jeff marveled at how delicious his Mom's pussy tasted. It was the best pussy he had ever tasted. Jeff was licking and sucking his Mom's pussy, driving her higher and higher.

Jeff stuck two fingers in his Mom's pussy and started finger fucking his Mom's cunt while still licking and sucking it. He got his fingers good and wet with his Mom's pussy juices, the moved his fingers to his Mom's asshole and started circling the ring around it, when he had his Mom's asshole wet with her juices, Jeff shoved a finger into his Mom's ass. Still eating his Mom's pussy, he shoved his finger in up to the knuckle and stopped. Letting it rest there to see if his Mom was going to object. When Janet didn't say anything, Jeff shoved his finger in his Mom's ass all the way and started fucking his Mom's ass with his finger. Jeff eating his Mom's pussy and his finger fucking her ass was too much for Janet. The orgasm that had been building up in her, reached its bursting point and hit her all at once. 

Janet lifter her legs over her Son's shoulders and locked her legs around her Son's neck, grabbed his head and screamed, "I'm cumin, I'm cumin, here I cum, ohhhhhhhh, here I cum" and let loose with a gush of her juices. Jeff licking his Mom's cunt, fingering her ass, licked up and swallowed every drop of his Mom's juices that came flowing out of her pussy. When Janet lay still after the orgasm had subsided, Jeff pulled his finger out of his Mom's ass and took his head from between Janet's leg's, he moved up to her and told his Mom how good and delicious her pussy had tasted and Janet told him how wonderful he had eaten her pussy and fingered her ass. 

Janet looked at Jeff and said to her Son, "Jeff, I have only been fucked in my ass once before, but now I want you to fuck me in my ass, will you? Will you shove your cock deep in my asshole and fuck me in my asshole and let me feel your balls slapping my pussy, please?" Jeff told his Mom that he would if that was what she wanted. Janet told Jeff that there was some vaseline in the medicine cabinet and Jeff went and got it, Janet took the jar and stuck the head of her Son's cock in it and got a fair amount on it, then Jeff took a gob and started to lube his Mom's asshole until it was ready, Jeff slipped a finger in his Mom's asshole with very little resistance and knew his Mom was ready. Janet raised her ass in the air and Jeff mover around behind her and got between his Mom's spread legs. Jeff took his cock and placed it to the entrance to his Mom's asshole and slowly started pushing. 

His cock was met with some resistance, but all at once the head slipped in and Jeff stopped so his Mom's asshole could adjust to the size of the head of his cock. Janet felt the pain, but it was a good stab of pain and wanted more of her Son's cock in her asshole, so she pushed back and more of her Son's cock slid into her asshole, back Janet went until she had her Son's full 8 inch cock in her asshole. Janet couldn't believe how good it felt. She raised up on her hands and knees, tit's hanging loosely, her ass quivering, so Jeff could give her an excellent ass fucking. Ever so slowly, Jeff began fucking his Mom in her asshole. But it didn't take long before he was pounding his Mom's asshole with long, hard, deep thrusts. 

Janet's tit's swaying back and forth with each thrust, her head rolling around with the pleasure that was overwhelming her, meeting her Son's thrust's to drive his cock into her asshole, Janet was delirious with pleasure! Jeff reached around and grabbed his Mom's tit's and started massaging them, feeling the weight of them in his hands, amazed at the hardness of his Mom's nipples and Janet responded by reaching behind her and taking her Son's hairy ball's in her hand and squeezing, pulling and massaging them. What a sight, Jeff's cock in his Mom's asshole, his hands holding his Mom's tits, Janet, with her Son's cock in her asshole, holding her Son's balls in her hand. Both were overfilled with pleasure and lust, not caring for but the moment, oblivious to the world and not caring, just wanting to be with each other, to pleasure each other in any way, only they could. 

At that point, they could care less who knew they were fucking each other. They just wanted to fuck and fuck each other! Jeff suddenly felt his ball's tighten up and knew that another load of cum was building up in his balls and before long he would be shooting it into his Mom's asshole. Janet at the same time could feel another orgasm building. Faster Jeff began pounding his Mom's asshole, his ball's slapping his Mom's cunt with every forward thrust, driving his cock as far in his Mom's asshole as he could. Janet, rocking back and forth, her tit's swaying and bobbing every time Jeff rammed his cock into her asshole, when it suddenly overtook them both, hitting each with huge, overpowering jolt's of passion. Jeff grunted as his cum shot from his cock into his Mom's asshole, Janet screamed as she felt the first squirt blast deep in her asshole. 

Tightening the muscles of her asshole around her Son's cock, she wanted to drain and suck every drop of his cum in her asshole. Jeff, squirting shot after shot of cum as deep in his Mom's asshole as he could. Jeff filled his Mom's asshole with so much cum that it began oozing out and running onto her pussy, she began rubbing as much as she could into her pussy, mixing it with her own juices that had been flowing from her cunt. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Jeff let his cock slide out of his Mom's asshole and they both collapsed on the bed, exhausted. Neither able to move for a few moments. Completely overcome. Janet was the first to move and she reached down and took her Son's cock in her hand and slowly began stroking it. Jeff wondered how much fucking his Mom could take at once, but knew that if his Mom wanted to fuck again, he would please her. Janet told Jeff that she just wanted to talk for a while, but she would love to blow him again. 

She wanted to feel his cock in her mouth and suck it again, to taste his delicious cum again. They lay there and talked, telling each other how good the other were and how each had enjoyed the fucking and sucking and that each agreed that it had been the best ever for each. How they had both fantasized about having fucking the other. How many times they each had masturbated at the thought of fucking the other. They both knew and agreed that they would continue fucking and sucking each other forever. Every chance they got, they would get together and fuck, Janet would suck Jeff's cock and taste his cum and Jeff would eat his Mom's pussy and ass fuck his Mom. 

Janet and Jeff both sorry and wishing they had known of each other's desires and wishes long ago, even years ago that each had wanted to fuck the other. Janet, still stroking her Son's cock, was getting horny and ready to suck her Son's cock again. She loved the feel of Jeff's hot, hard cock in her hand and knew that she had much better places for it, like in her ass, her mouth and her pussy. She longed for her Son's cock now and knew that she would never be happy or satisfied with any other cock again, even as much as she loved black cock.




Janet & Jeff's First Time



For the moment though, right then, Janet wanted her Son's cock in her mouth, to feel it's hardness, it's head against the back of her mouth, her mouth running up and down it's 8 inch's, to feel his cum squirting into her mouth and savor the wonderful taste of it as she swallowed it. Jeff must have been reading his Mom's mind, and he had the urge to eat his Mom's, sweet, delicious pussy again, turned around, until he was head to toe with his Mom. Jeff scooted down until he was in the 69 position with his Mom. Her pussy inches away from his face, Janet's mouth inch's away from her Son's rock hard cock. Jeff started to lick and suck his Mom's pussy, his tongue darting over her clit, before sticking his tongue into his Mom's pussy and tongue fucking her, Janet sucking the entire length of her Son's cock, her head bobbing on her Son's cock, her tit's mashed to her Son's belly. 

Jeff was sucking his Mom's pussy and her juices were flowing again and running onto his face, licking up as much as he could. His Mom, stopping every few minutes to lick the drops of pre-cum forming on the head of his cock. Both Janet and Jeff trying to please and make the other cum again. Jeff's tongue probing his Mom's cunt, licking around her hairy pussy, Janet, swallowing her Son's entire cock. Janet was nearing another orgasm and she knew it. Jeff could feel another load of cum building up in his balls and knew that his Mom wanted him to blow his nut into her mouth. 

Janet could tell her Son was getting ready to shoot his wad, she could feel his cock twitching and jerking and she was ready for the load of cum that her Son had for her. Suddenly, a huge orgasm overcame Janet and she squashed her pussy to her Son's face, reaching up to take her Son's balls in her hand, kneading and massaging them, when suddenly, Jeff's cock began to shoot huge streams, one after the other, of warm, delicious cum into his Mom's sucking, waiting mouth. Shot after shot of cum squirting into his Mom's mouth. Janet had a hard time swallowing, tasting and savoring every bit of cum in her mouth before swallowing and never missed a drop. She knew that from then on, the only cum she would ever taste again would be her Son's. Fuck, it was delicious, so warm and so tasty! When they both finished, Jeff turned around and kissed his Mom full on the mouth. 

During the kiss Jeff knew that from that day on, the only pussy he would ever eat or Fuck again would be his Mom's and Janet realized that the only cock that would satisfy her would be her Son's and that the only cock she would suck or have in her ass or pussy would be her Son's! They told each other exactly how they felt before they both dozed off in each other's arms. Jeff stayed for the next few days and neither Janet nor Jeff got dressed. 

There was no reason to. Every time Jeff got the urge, which was a lot, to fuck his Mom or eat her pussy, he did and when Janet got the urge to fuck her Son or suck her Son's cock, she did. About all they did was fuck and suck each other for the next few days. Parading around the house naked whenever they did something other that fuck! They ate naked, watched tv naked, slept naked, anything they did, they did naked! It wasn't long before Jeff moved in with his Mom so they could be together all the time, it was the perfect arrangement for them both!



Janet and John



A 'Chippie' off the Old Block

Janet has given John a carpentry set for his birthday. See John perspire as he practises boring holes and filling them. Janet thinks John could bore for England. John likes making things, and mending them too.

Janet says, "I've had Mrs Edwards on the phone this morning, John. She says would you mind popping round with your tools and fixing something for her?"

John says, "That would be smashing! I love helping people with their problems, especially Mrs Edwards."

See John do a merry dance in the kitchen? Janet does.

"Yes," continues Janet, "she says she has a stiff letter box that needs attention and would you like to look at it for her?"

"I'll go round there right away. It probably just needs an oiling, but I'll take my whole tool box just in case."

See John gaily hop, skip and jump along the pavement with his tools swinging loosely by his side - it's probably something to do with the way he dresses these days. Today he is wearing a ten gallon hat, a mauve polka-dot neckerchief and some nice chaps. John likes nice chaps, and so does Janet. John's a fop.

Soon John is going up Mrs Edwards' rear drive and knocking at her back door. Lucky John.

Mrs Edwards says, "Hello John, have you come to look at my letter box?"

"Yes, Mrs Edwards... Janet tells me you've got quite a stiff one."

"Yes, John. The flap has a nasty habit of snapping back when you're least expecting it and I'm afraid somebody's going to lose their finger one day. I've lost count of the times my postman has bruised himself. And yesterday a letter from my friend in France got all mangled in there too."

"Oh dear, Mrs Edwards... I'm sorry to hear that."

"You'll have to come round the front, John... that's where the naughty letter box is.'

Mrs Edwards is a well-to-do woman of substance and is a big wheel at the Rotary club. See John admiring her considerable assets as he follows her through the hallway to the front of the house. Janet doesn't know about this side of John. Lucky John! Lucky Janet!

John kneels down under Mrs Edwards' front porch and gives her letter box a good poke. "Oh my," says John. "It's a wonder anyone can get anything in here at all, Mrs Edwards. It really is quite a difficult flap to open, isn't it? I'll try a little squirt of something first. That might free it up. If that doesn't help I'll give it a good going over with my big screw driver. That sometimes does the trick."

"And if you've got time, John," says Mrs Edwards, "I wonder if you might take a look at my back door as well. It tends to creak if there's a lot of wind." (See flatulence)

"Of course," says John, "I'll be only too pleased to do all your little jobs... big jobs too, if you have any. It's all in a day's work for me."

Mrs Edwards says, "Oh thank you, John, what a kind and considerate young man you are to put yourself out like this. And I must say... I love your hat, your pretty neckerchief, and the fact that you're into chaps. Where did you get your outfit from?

"The Surplus Cowboy Store in Duke Street," says John proudly. John likes Clint Eastwood. I don't think Clint Eastwood knows about John.

John thanks Mrs Edwards for her kind words and sets about fixing all her stiff bits and loose pieces. Afterwards he inspects her back door to see why it creaks in the wind. Soon John has sorted that out too. Look how pleased Mrs Edwards is. Clever John.

"You will stay for a cup of tea, won't you John?" she says.

"Oh yes, that would be smashing," says John.

While having their cups of tea with walnut whips, Mrs Edwards says: "I wonder if I might ask you, John, whether you wouldn't mind leaving a drill bit with me and also a small saw... there's something I have to do tomorrow and I don't want to trouble you with it. You've worked quite hard enough for me already. But if I could just borrow the tools for a day, I will do it myself."

"Of course," says John. "Are you sure you can manage on your own, Mrs Edwards?"

"Don't worry, John, I like to keep my hand in now and again."

When John gets home Janet says, "I hope you were a good boy when you were out and managed to keep Mrs Edwards happy."

John says, "Yes, I was a very good boy, Janet, and I think I kept Mrs Edwards satisfied too!

First I had to service her very fierce letterbox because it wasn't opening as it should and when anyone did manage to get inside it, the flap was very likely to snap shut on them without any warning whatsoever. Even the postman said he lost count of the times he had his fingers jammed in there. One day, one of Mrs Edwards' French letters got ripped to shreds. Just imagine!

And then I managed to stop her back door from creaking with just one squirt of oil. Mrs Edwards was so thrilled she gave me two whipped walnuts with my cup of Darjeeling tea which was very exciting indeed!

Mrs Edwards then asked me if I wouldn't mind burrowing her with a drill for a bit and perhaps leaving her a little saw - but only for a day. She said she sometimes liked to do things herself so she could keep her hands on the tools.

Have you ever tried posting a spirit level in a fop's letter box? Janet has! 



Janet & Julia



I'd helped Janet and Julia out with their English homework all semester. We'd become good friends and they both seemed grateful to me. But their gratitude proved to be genuine beyond any shadow of a doubt the time they decided to give me a 'graduation gift'...

Julia's parents were rich Americans. They had paid for her fake tits (because they claimed that they would give her more 'self-esteem') which were huge for her body size, round and hard. The family had adopted Janet the year before, a girl from undesirable circumstances in China, and given her the same fake tits for the same reason. Both girls were 18. 

Janet had long, shining, raven-black hair; she was very slim, gorgeous of face, with a cute, tiny, marvelously sculpted ass, and of course her new set of enormous, fake, round, hard F-cups, sporting her own tiny, pert nipples.

Julia was only slightly larger of build, but still very slim by Western standards, with long, shimmering, completely bleached platinum-blonde hair, a gorgeous ass, only slightly bigger than Janet's, the face of a model, and of course, her powerful man-magnets: her new fake tits, identical to Janet's in size and shape, only her nipples were a bit bigger, but also very pert.

The two of them hung out together all the time and were the fantasy, no doubt, of every man for a thousand miles with a pulse. 

And I'd been helping them with English Literature at school, which came easily to me. We'd often meet after school, usually at Julia's family's mansion in one of the dozens of beautiful rooms there, to study. 

Of course we'd get to flirting, but I thought it was all just benign, that is, until graduation came and they invited me over to 'celebrate,' promising me a special 'gift.' I was really unprepared for what happened next.

They led me to a bedroom in the mansion where a digital video camera was set up on a big tripod.

"What's this?" I asked, genuinely stupefied.

"OK," Janet began, "We thought we'd give you a little 'thank you' for all the help you've been giving us this semester..."

I waited for the explanation, still not getting what was going on.

"And," Julia continued, "if you'd enjoy it, we thought we might make a little movie with you tonight..."

'Wha? No way!' I was thinking...

"What kind of movie?" I asked, trying not to dare hope, but my cock growing anyway at the thoughts which trickled through the filter of my efforts...

The young ladies giggled, posed and gestured saying, "You know!"

Oh, snap!

"Ladies..." I said (nearly swooning) "it would be an honor!"

So we settled into the room, onto the bed. The two left me momentarily, saying they were going to get changed. They suggested I freshen up in the adjacent bathroom if I felt like it.

So I took a shower, and splashed on cologne (which luckily I'd brought with me in my bag.) 10 minutes later the girls reappeared. They were both a bit nervous and giggly, but their discomfort was only superficial as they soon proved.

Janet had on thigh-high black fishnets which contrasted her clear, pale skin, towering black shiny 6" platform/stiletto-heeled hooker boots, and a skimpy, shimmering silver thong and micro-bra. Her gorgeous jet-black mane hung loose around her shoulders and lower back.

Julia's shining-white hair (in contrast to Janet's) was up in 2 long, sexy, youthful-looking pigtails. She had on a red-plaid micro-skirt (the typical 'sexy-schoolgirl outfit' design) white socks that reached almost to her knees, shiny black buckle-up 'schoolgirl' shoes, and a ridiculously tight white, short-sleeved button-up shirt.

Both girls' boobs were on the verge of bustin' out of their confines, and their pert nipples were on full display through the fabric of their outfits...

I lay waiting on the wine-red silk sheets of the king-sized bed in just my boxers, my dick making a tent therein. 

Janet undulated towards the camera and hit a button. A tiny red light lit up next to the lens. We were on!

Julia crawled up on me like a spidery whore, Janet slithering up alongside her like a snake... a snake about to fuck.

I felt for the first time, my study partners' hands touching my midsection and gently peeling my shorts down and off of my legs, freeing my dick from its tent.

My young rod reached for the ceiling as Julia's mouth encircled its head, a hands-free blowjob at a nice angle to the camera.

Julia's head bobbed up and down as I felt the burning heat of her mouth and throat on my cock for the first time. I stared down at her cleavage, her beautiful open eyes staring up into my own, and her full pink lips wrapped around my shaft and sliding easily up and down its length, her tongue working the underside of my cock-head from the inside of her mouth.

Janet gently latched onto my balls with her lips like a leech. The two babes pleasured my lucky cock in tandem for the camera. It was all I could do not to cum right then and there.

They took turns sucking my shaft, then after some time they got up and strip-teased for me and the camera. 

One angled the camera for the other as they both slowly removed their sex-outfits, Julia leaving on just her socks and shoes, and Janet leaving on just her fishnets and boots, then angling the camera back to the bed.



What a sight I beheld! Both girls' pussies were completely waxed smooth as silk! Neither the slightest blemish nor a single follicle of hair was there upon their bare seemingly-photoshopped snatches or assholes... I had to blink a few times to believe just how fucking smoking-hot these two naked females before me actually were. It was unbelievable!

Janet straddled my waist, her ass facing towards me, its cheeks self-parting to reveal her gorgeous perfectly waxed brown-hole, and lowered her drooling hot Asian cunt onto my rock-hard rod. Meanwhile, Julia straddled my face, her steaming-hot juicy American pussy engulfing my senses, as Janet lowered her velvety hot sopping wet cock-sheath onto my ready dick.

The young ladies rode me thus; it was heaven! They switched places, and sucked my cock straight out of each other's cunts. This went on for some time, when Janet asked me, "We'd better ask just to make sure: do you like Greek?"

My cock instantly reached new hardness up Julia's wet snatch at these words.

"Fuck yes!" I managed.

"We're all set, stud..." Julia advertised alluringly.

The girls arranged themselves in doggy position with arched backs side by side, their 2 asses facing up towards me, beckoning to be fucked.

I slid my erection up each of their hot, tight young shit-holes one by heavenly one. Lord, what ecstasy! Their butts hugged my meat as tight as vices as I fucked them deeply.

I would fuck Janet while Julia looked on, her mouth inches from her girlfriend's asshole, pull out, and she would suck my cock. Then, I'd plant it back up her adopted sister's bum, and repeat the process.

Likewise, I'd fuck Julia up the ass, Janet's gorgeous face almost touching my sweaty, swinging balls, pull out and she would suck my dick, then I'd slide it back up the smoking-hot American babe's ass.

I fucked their tits (how could I not?) using copious amounts of deliciously scented massage oil that the girls had handy. In fact, I eventually oiled up their bodies completely, so that they were 2 gorgeous, smooth-pussied, oily, shimmering, young international fuck-dolls for my cock: 6 fuck-holes and 2 cleavage-tunnels for me to fuck, all caught on camera for, indubitably, my countless future wanking sessions.

I slapped their big, fake tits as I rode them like mares. Their tight assholes stretched out around my pistoning rod and gaped wide-open as I would pull out and the other would suck my dick before putting it back deep into her girlfriend's butt.

I slapped their asses as I fucked them hard and fast, swapping holes at random. I fucked my cock into their gorgeous bodies like a man possessed. What sensual decadence! What lustful indulgence! What fucking gluttony!

We were a pile of sweaty meat by the end, the 2 sisters fucked-out, each having cum several times. It was a miracle that I'd lasted this long.

Finally, the 2 babes knelt before me with open mouths, their tongues out, moaning for my cum. Having been given the go-ahead, I had only to jerk my shaft momentarily before it spewed a great series of hot, sticky cum-webs all over the gorgeous young women's faces, hair and tits.

They licked it all off of each other and swallowed it all, still moaning, and, smiling, and waved 'bye' to the camera.

It was all too surreal. 

Afterwards, we all took a shower together, during which I fucked them all over again, off camera. And we had tea brought to the room where we all spent the night together watching the movie, chatting, sleeping, and of course, fucking.

That summer they moved away and I never saw them again. 

It was the best sex of my life! But also somewhat of a curse, because, I mean, how is any new girl I ever meet supposed to compete with a memory like this, huh??? 

(Wah, wah, wah, waaa...) : P



Janet and Justin’s Island Affair



The deep, dazzling blue of the Caribbean Sea was like nothing Janet had ever seen before. It stretched out like a soft blanket of azure as far as her eyes could see. Overhead, the bright island sun sailed lazily across the morning sky, occasionally disappearing behind one of a handful of fluffy white clouds that floated carelessly toward the horizon. 

Each time the sun disappeared behind a cloud, only to reappear a few seconds later, the color of the sea changed. One moment it was a deep emerald green, the next, a brilliant turquoise and then a shimmering aquamarine. She was captivated by the beauty that surrounded her. She found it hard to believe that at age 46, she was just seeing the splendor of the Caribbean and its lush, green islands for the first time.

She'd known for ages that she needed a vacation and this small enchanting island was perfect. It wasn't included on most of the well worn tourism itineraries and the small, exclusive hotel in which she was staying was the only one on the island. She enjoyed the non commercial attitude that prevailed amongst the island's inhabitants. It allowed her to see the island and its people as they really were, untainted by the tourism dollars that the more travelled islands were constantly chasing.. 

The rigors of the divorce that she and George had been enduring for the past year and a half had left her totally exhausted. Parting ways after living with someone for more than half of your life is difficult and, in her's and George's case, had taken a mighty toll. It had been a trying time, mentally and physically, for both of them. Janet felt sorry for George and still had fond feelings for him and always would, but after 26 years of marriage and two children, she wanted a new start. 

When they first married, George had been their sole provider. He owned and operated a small refrigeration company and made a comfortable living. He'd been a good father to their two children and so far as Janet knew, he'd always been a faithful husband. But he hadn't changed in the least since they'd gotten married. He was happy with everything it was. To George, change was something to be avoided. He wanted every day to be like yesterday and every tomorrow to be just like today. 

Janet, on the other hand, was stifled by the monotony of their life together. She yearned for something more. To her life was a journey of discovery and she was convinced that the more variety you encountered along the way, the more fulfilled you'd be. She'd grown exponentially over the last 15 years of their marriage. When the children finally headed off to school, she took advantage of an opportunity to enrol in the business program at the local university. She excelled in her studies and less than three years later, was the proud possessor of a business degree.

The degree allowed her to get her foot in the door at a local advertising agency. She had a natural talent for business and within a few years, had developed a reputation as one of the finest advertising executives in the city. In the process, she cultivated a loyal following of aggressive young companies as clients. A short time later, when the opportunity arose, she started up her own agency. It was fun and she loved her new life, but the drive to succeed took its toll on her marriage. Getting her fledgling company up and running took a lot of hard work. She spent long hours at the office and had clients calling her at all hours. George began to feel that he was no longer relevant.

She and George soon became strangers. They were spending less and less time together and the spark had gone from relationship. They both knew what the problem was. Janet needed to grow, but George would have been quite happy to have her remain at home as his dutiful wife forever; doing the housework; cooking their meals; taking care of his needs. It had been an acceptable role for the first few year of their marriage, but Janet simply wasn't the type of person who was prepared to spend her life marking time. With each day that passed, her discontent grew. She knew that she was capable of getting so much more from life. She was meant for greater things. She wanted to spread her wings and fly. 

Finally, despite George's objections, she followed her heart and in the end, succeeded beyond everyone's expectations, even her own. But her success came at a price. Her marriage died. While she grew as an entrepreneur, she grew out of her relationship with George. And so one Sunday morning, about a year and a half earlier, only a month after their youngest child left home to take a job in another state, they'd sat down to talk about their relationship.

Predictably, George still wanted the old Janet, the one who would always be there in the home preparing meals, doing the laundry and washing the dishes. He was a good man, but he couldn't understand that Janet needed more than that. So, with the children gone and their goals differing dramatically, they separated. Within months, they'd sold the house and George had started seeing other people. 

Their divorce had been finalized only a few weeks ago. At about the same time, Janet had hired a General Manager. Now, with someone to provide much needed executive and managerial support, she was finally able to take some time off to relax and recuperate from the stress of her divorce. She couldn't recall the last time that she'd taken a vacation by herself, but it felt good! It was just what she needed. 

The sun was climbing higher in the sky and the midday heat would soon be scorching the beach like a blowtorch. But for now, it was still pleasant and Janet was content to sit and soak up the warm ambiance of this beautiful place. One of the beach waiters strode by and she called him over to order one of the sugared rum drinks that she found so irresistible. Minutes later, he was back with her drink in minutes and although it was against the rules, Janet slipped him a generous tip. 

The staff at the little resort loved her! Janet was truly friendly and always treated them with the respect that hard working people deserved. Of course the fact that she insisted on tipping, despite the hotel's insistence to the contrary, didn't hurt the level of service that the staff accorded her. Janet had always believed that hard work should be recognized and rewarded. She instinctively knew it was the right thing to do. Likewise, it was a recipe for success in ensuring excellent relations with the staff and island residents. If they liked you, they'd do anything for you. If they didn't like you, they'd go out of their way to avoid you. 

As she sipped contentedly on her drink, she noticed what appeared to be a small fishing boat only two or three miles from the beach. It was painted a brilliant red and green and bobbed lightly up and down on the gentle offshore swells. The scene before her was perfectly idyllic. She inhaled the fresh sea air deeply and laid back in her beach chair. As she relaxed, she began watching the progress of the tiny offshore vessel with growing interest. It seemed to be coming closer to shore, and she wondered if it was heading to a small port somewhere along the beach. If it wasn't moored too far away, she'd have to go and take some pictures to show to her staff when she returned.

About half an hour later, Janet headed back to her hotel suite. By then the tiny fishing boat was about a mile down the beach from her hotel and only a few hundred yards offshore. She decided that she'd walk down and have a look at it after lunch. 

The dining room in the hotel was busy. It seemed that every table was occupied by couples in love. The guests were all ages, from their twenties to their seventies. Many of them were on honeymoons or on anniversary vacations. Others were simply taking a needed break from the monotony of everyday life back home. Janet was a supremely confident woman and didn't feel in the least insecure about vacationing on her own. Still, in such an enchanted setting, it would have been nice to have had someone with whom you shared a passionate love, by your side. 

She wasn't really that hungry, so she decided to sit at the bar and have a fast salad and a drink. She ordered the grouper salad and a fruit punch and as the bartender was fetching it, she turned on her stool to look out over the ocean. She noticed that the small fishing boat that she'd been watching from the beach was just about to disappear behind the shoreline trees. 

A minute or two later, the bartender returned with her lunch. As the waiter laid it before her Janet asked, "Excuse me, is there a fishing port just down the shore where that boat is landing?" She pointed out the tiny vessel to the bartender. 

"Oh no Ma'am!" he replied, "That's Justin Tyme's boat. Justin is one of only two or three commercial fishermen here on the island. He goes out at around 4 o'clock every morning and returns at noon. He moors his fishing boat at his cottage dock. There aren't any fishing ports here on the island. Our fishermen just tie up to their own private docks. Justin unloads his catch and later in the day, he sells the fish from a small booth at the island outdoor market. It's located only a few hundred yards down the road from his cottage. 

Justin's fish are the finest and the freshest that you'll find on the island. His cutlass, cod, snapper and kingfish are always fat and tasty. We have a standing order for a hundred or so pounds each day. He delivers it very early in the morning, just before he goes out to fish. What he has left over after filling our order, he takes to the outdoor market and sells to the local islanders. 

Then with a smile he added, "The grouper in your salad was caught by Justin yesterday." 

Janet sampled her salad. It was delicious! She smiled at the bartender and remarked, "I'll have to have a look at your market one day. Is it too far to walk?"

"Oh no!" he replied, "Just walk out to the end of the hotel laneway and turn left. The market is down the road about a mile or so. You can't miss it."

Janet finished her lunch and lingered at the bar over a cup of the strong black coffee that everyone in the Caribbean seemed to love. She made small talk with the bartender and watched the guests chatting and relaxing over lunch.

Finally, she glanced at her watch and realized that it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon. She signed the bill that the bartender brought over and with a knowing smile, slipped a generous tip beneath it and slid it across the bar.

She made her way from the bar out to the lobby to check for messages at the front desk. To her surprise there were none. She smiled contentedly and thought out loud, "Phil is doing a great job without me." 

Initially, she had resisted turning any control in the company over to another person. After all it was her baby. She'd nurtured it from its infancy and guarded its welfare like a jealous mother, but over the past few years, it had been growing so fast that she'd been faced with tough decision. She'd either have to hire a general manager to help with the overall administration or stop expanding. Faced with those two options, she grudgingly hired an experienced General Manager. She was a born entrepreneur and the prospect of ever having to turn away new business made her blood run cold. 

She strode purposefully back to her suite with a happy spring in her step. It was such a beautiful day that she decided to stroll down to the outdoor market the bartender had described. She hurriedly took a shower to wash away the salt and sand from her morning at the beach. As she approached the closet to pick out an outfit, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She stopped and examined her reflection to see if her shoulders or face had been burned by the morning sun. She was relieved to see that there wasn't any trace of a sunburn and although she'd only been here a for few days she was already developing a slight tan. 

Janet continued looking at her image carefully. She was pleased to see that her recently adopted regimen of eating more conscientiously and sweating through three miles on her treadmill every morning was paying off. Although she was forty six years old, she could easily pass for thirty five. Her skin was still as soft and as supple as it was when she was in her twenties. Her bright blue eyes sparkled with healthy energy and when she smiled, her soft pouting lips parted to reveal two perfect rows of gleaming white teeth. Her hair had started greying when she was still in her thirties and ever since, she'd been dying it the same natural blonde color. It sloped softly to her shoulders, framing her pretty face perfectly.

She turned slightly to look at her figure in profile. She stood only five feet four inches in height and had a small frame. The years had been kind to her. Her breasts, although a little larger than average, still had a firm, attractive look. Her waist was still as slim as it had been when she first married. Her hips were lean and shapely, giving her the classical hour glass figure that men so adore. 

Janet felt good about what she saw in the mirror. She was one of those women whose figure had matured provocatively as she aged. Most women 15 years younger than her would have killed to have such a figure. She was still a shapely size eight and even at age forty six, she had no trouble attracting the attention of much younger men. She ran her hands admiringly over her naked body. She looked good! She was quite satisfied with herself! 

She knew she'd be swimming everyday while she was here so she moved a little closer to the mirror to make sure that her bikini line didn't require trimming. She ran her hand softly over the dark triangle of her pubic mound, checking carefully for telltale stubble. Unlike a lot of other women, she opted not to shave her bush. She liked the feel of pubic hair and dreaded the feel of razor stubble scratching against her thighs and catching on her panties. She trimmed the edges of her pubic triangle as she believed that was a civilized thing to do. After all, what woman would want to be seen in public with a mass of tangled pubic hair spilling from beneath her bikini bottoms? 

As she ran her hands over the soft triangle of hair, Janet felt a warm, pleasant sensation between her thighs. She hadn't been with a man since she and George broke up more than a year ago and she missed the sexual side of a permanent relationship. George had been her only lover over the 26 years of their marriage. Up to the time she met him, she'd only been intimate with two other boys, both inexperienced teenagers. On both occasions, the sex had been rushed and was over only a few seconds after it started. Prior to her marriage, sex hadn't been a particularly enjoyable experience. Both of her teenage suitors had been long on enthusiasm and short on experience. They'd coaxed her up to a point of receptiveness and once she'd allowed them to satisfy themselves, she was left unfulfilled and frustrated. 

Janet wasn't even sure if George was a good lover. She really only had the two awkward teenage suitors to compare him with. It was usually enjoyable when they had sex, but she certainly never saw any fireworks. Her orgasms with George, whenever she was able to have one, were often not as good as those that she was able to give herself by masturbating. Secretly, she'd always wondered if their sexual relationship wasn't a little inhibited, but she never spent more than a few minutes thinking about it. There always seemed to be more pressing issues to be concerned about. 

The warm, pleasant, sensation between her thighs had distracted her and for a moment, she considered satisfying herself before she headed off to the island market. But she wasn't sure how long it would take her to get there, so she decided to leave it for later. She quickly selected a soft white blouse from the closet and a pair of pale blue dress shorts to wear with it. Fifteen minutes later she was dressed and, with fresh make up applied, she cast one last glance in the mirror and headed out the door. 

The hotel lane way was flanked on each side by tall, stately palm trees. Their long, broad leaves swayed gently in the soft island breeze. Wonderfully colored birds darted from branch to branch, squawking excitedly as Janet made her way out to the road. 

In less than two minutes, she arrived at the main thoroughfare. She felt unusually excited at the prospect of visiting an outdoor market, but wasn't quite sure why. She idly speculated that it might be the relaxed pace of living at the hotel. Perhaps it was a little too laid back for someone as dynamic and full of life as she was. Or maybe her natural curiosity was prompting her to get out and socialize with some of the "real"islanders. The people who lived and worked there. Whatever the reason, she turned left and with a happy smile, set off at an enthusiastic pace along the small beach roadway. 

It was a beautiful day. It was still early afternoon and although the sun was as hot as a blast furnace, she was quite comfortable. A cooling breeze wafted in from the ocean and the pathway along the side of the road was nicely shaded by overhanging trees and exotic flowers. As she walked along, she made a mental list of the people for whom she'd have to pick up gifts. She knew that her little trip to the local market presented the perfect opportunity to do some shopping for her friends and employees. It would be a nice touch to pick up some authentic island art rather than settling for the tawdry souvenirs that she'd seen at the small airport gift shop when she arrived.

Janet didn't only saw one or two cars as she walked along the roadway. In fact, there was only a handful of cars on the entire island. Most everyone rode bikes or mopeds because gasoline was so expensive. There were far greater priorities than gasoline on which to spend what little money they were able to earn. But the island was small, even by Caribbean standards, and walking was an affordable and effective means of transportation. A government fleet of three or four old buses lumbered along the main highway, at regular intervals, from early morning until dinner time. They all chugged and belched along the same route, a highway that followed the seashore around the entire island. Each bus made two or three complete trips around the island each day so the locals could expect one to pass at least every hour or so. 

Janet had been walking for about twenty minutes when she noticed that there were now several people, most of them island natives, moving along the road in the same direction as she was walking. A few were on bicycles or mopeds, but most were on foot. They were in groups of two and three and seemed in high spirits as they walked along chatting happily amongst themselves. Many carried empty shopping bags and baskets and she guessed that the outdoor market couldn't be too much further ahead. 

Minutes later, Janet could see busy little shopping center. It was on the inland side of the roadway and was comprised of three or four rows of wooden booths, each measuring about ten feet square. She estimated that there were about thirty five or forty altogether. They were all painted in bright shades of red, blue, green and orange. 

There was a fairly large crowd of shoppers. Probably between one and two hundred altogether. They were moving slowly from booth to booth, carefully examining all of the carefully displayed goods at each location. Some lingered and chatted in small groups while others walked slowly from one vendor to the next, inspecting the rows of produce and merchandise with practiced eyes. 

Janet strolled over to the first row of booths. There didn't appear to be any particular order or protocol involved in the way the tiny market was set up. She was used to the discipline of American retailers who spent hours studying the most advantageous way of displaying their products. But she wasn't in America and she certainly wasn't in the mood for it's efficiency and discipline. She was on vacation and had plenty of time to enjoy the adventure of learning what was being sold at each individual booth. She began browsing slowly through the disorganized labyrinth.




Janet and Justin’s Island Affair



The mood in the busy little market was exhilarating. Shoppers and booth operators bargained loudly with each other, occasionally gasping in pretended horror at a price being asked or a payment being offered. Small children ran noisily from one booth to another, calling game suggestions to their screaming playmates. Sweet, sticky liquid from the frozen treats that they gripped tightly in their tiny fists, ran messily down their arms and dripped onto the white island sand. 

The market was located on a small, treeless parcel of land and the afternoon sun was at the most merciless point of it's daily voyage across the sky. The only respite to be found was in the cooling shade beneath the broad colorful awnings of the booths. Shoppers took their time while they looked over the merchandise in the cooling shade of the awnings then quickly traversed the open areas between each booth to keep the amount of time that they spent beneath the sun's punishing blast to a minimum.

It seemed like just about everything that the little island produced was for sale somewhere in the tiny market. There were bins filled with potatoes, ginger root, mangos, and cabbage; tables laden with bananas, plantain, zucchini and coffee beans. Sides of pork and goat and whole chickens were suspended on rails in some of the shops. Others had pallets piled to the ceiling with sacs of flour, dried beans and corn meal. Still others displayed racks of racks of brightly colored clothing and shoes. 

Janet was dazzled by the frenetic flavor of it all. This was the Caribbean that she'd come to see. As she went from booth to booth, she chatted cheerfully with the vendors and the island residents. Most of them were genuinely happy to see her and, of course, American dollars were cherished by the merchants. Their eyes lit up with pleasure whenever they saw an American tourist. Virtually all of them spoke English and it was easy enough to carry on a conversation. She enjoyed interacting with these friendly people. She was a very gregarious and social person by nature.

Although it was a very busy little place, there were only three or four other tourists in the market. Janet recognized one couple from her hotel. They were strolling casually along the rows of booths, chatting with the merchants. They'd purchased several articles of brightly colored clothing, probably as gifts for their friends and relatives back home. Janet picked up a bright red fruit that she'd never seen before. She bit into it curiously as she continued browsing. It exploded in a burst of ripe deliciousness, bleeding its sweet nectar down her chin. She laughed audaciously as she grabbed a crisp white hanky from her handbag and mopped up the syrupy ooze. 

She spent close to two hours making her way casually along the rows of brightly colored booths. By the time she arrived at the last row, she was carrying a small shopping bag filled with gifts for friends and employees. She thought about skipping the last row as it was now getting close to dinner time and she had a brisk walk ahead of her to get back to the hotel. 

She was about to turn and make her way back to the roadway when she noticed a brightly colored green and red booth in the last row. It was painted the same color as the tiny fishing boat that she'd seen from the beach, earlier that day. She wondered if it might be the booth of its owner and headed over to check it out. "It might be interesting to see what the fish that the hotel serves it's guests, looks like before it's cooked."

As she got closer, she could see a large table that extended all the way across the front. It was at least ten feet long and six feet deep with sides about eight inches high. It was filled with a deep layer of crushed ice. Displayed on the ice was an astonishing assortment of fish. Most of the varieties she'd never seen before and she had no idea what they were. Some were small and had the very ordinary silver coloring of fish that she saw when she shopped at the supermarket back home. Others were large and even a little scary looking, with colors that ranged from bright red to deep blue. 

The ice was melting and there was the constant sound of water dripping on the sandy ground beneath the table. Behind the table was a large handwritten sign that showed the prices of the different varieties. There was still a relatively good selection of fish on display but their numbers were quite small. In some cases, only two or three fish of a particular type remained. As she curiously looked at the different varieties, an elderly native woman came up and took the last three of the small red fish from the ice and slid them into one of the plastic bags beside the table. She dug into her old worn purse and carefully counted out several silver and copper colored coins. 

Not seeing anyone in the booth, the old lady looked at Janet and in a loud voice enquired, "Where's Justin?"

Janet was taken completely by surprise. "Oh I'm sorry,", she replied politely, "I have no idea where he is! I've only been here for a few minutes and I haven't seen the person who's selling these fish."

"Well I've got dinner to make!" the old lady clucked impatiently. "I can't be waiting around for Justin who wants to take his sweet time to sell me some fish." 

With that, she Then she walked over to Janet and looking her directly in the eye, handed her the coins she'd taken from her purse. "Please give him this when he gets back. Tell him it's for three medium sized red snapper that Matilda took. It should be enough! If not, I'll pay him whatever else I owe him next time I'm at the market." Then, in a bit of a huff, she turned and started off home, leaving Janet standing there with a handful of coins.

"Oh no! Wait, please!" Janet shouted as the old woman was walking away. "I'm just about to leave myself! I've never met Mr. Tyme!"

But the old woman just kept walking as if she'd heard nothing. 

Janet was just about to chase after the old lady and return the handful of coins with her apologies when she heard a big voice behind her, "There's no use in yelling after Matilda Ma'am! She's almost deaf and it's hard to make yourself heard even when she's standing right there in front of you!"

The voice was deep and richly resonant and fell on Janet's ears like smooth, audible, silk. 

She turned, a little startled, and saw a tall, dark island man looking at her, a sparking smile adorning his handsome face. He was wearing an apron and carrying a box of crushed ice. The ice was melting and the drops of water dribbled noisily on his rubber boots as he stood there.

"Hi!" he said, with a friendly twinkle in his eye, "I'm Justin Tyme. What has Matilda done to you?" He laughed again. It was a big, booming laugh that seemed to fill the entire market. "She's one of my best customers, but she gets very annoyed with me when I don't drop everything and come running when she shows up to buy some of my fish." 

Janet just stood there looking at him. He was a god! At least six feet four inches tall with broad, strong shoulders. He wore no shirt beneath his apron and his chest muscles rippled with visible power as he hefted the box of ice and dumped it out onto the table of fish. His hips were lean and narrow and as he turned to cast the box aside, Janet's pulse accelerated as she saw the tight, muscular, perfection of his buttocks.

He quickly spread the crushed ice out over the table and rearranged the remaining fish on top of the fresh bed. Then, realizing that Janet was still staring at him, an unblinking and speechless look on her face, asked in a concerned voice, "Is everything alright Ma'am?" 

Janet suddenly realized that she was just standing there looking at him and hadn't yet said a word. Her face immediately began to burn red with embarrassment. "Good Lord!" she thought, "He must be wondering what sort of mentally challenged tourist I am. "Oh!...Yes!Yes! I'm fine!" she stuttered awkwardly, "It's just that I was in a bit of a hurry and Matilda caught me by surprise when she asked me to give you this money when you returned."

"Lord, that sounded so lame!" she thought. Then, she walked sharply over and held out the coins to Justin. "He's going to think I'm some sort of basket case. 

Justin reached out to accept the coins from Janet. "Just dump them into my hand Ma'am," he said in his deep, reverberant voice. Then, explained with a smile, "I've been handling fish all day and you don't want to get the smell on your hands." 

Janet dumped the coins into his palm. His hands were huge and powerful. The fingers thick and strong. His wrists broad and sturdy. His arms rippled with the kind of hard, sculpted muscle that American men spend years in a weight room trying to develop.

She felt her knees weaken as she looked directly into his dark eyes, "Oh, I have to shower as soon as I get back to the hotel anyway. So I'm not worried about getting a little fish smell on me." Again she felt stupid. She wasn't her usual confident self when she spoke to this man. His physical perfection was so distracting that she found herself making the type of inane comments that she'd never make in a normal social exchange. 

Justin smiled and slipped the coins into his pocket. "How do you like the Island Palms Hotel Ma'am?", he asked.

"How did you know I was staying at the Island Palms?", Janet asked with a smile. 

Justin smiled broadly. "Well Ma'am, not only is it a great hotel, but it's the only hotel on the island. It's also one of my best customers. too!" he added with a smile. "They take about one hundred pounds of my catch everyday."

"I know!" Janet said with a smile. "The bartender pointed out your boat yesterday as you were coming in from your morning fishing trip. He also told me that the salad I was having for lunch was made with fish that you'd caught." Then, smiling brightly, she added, "By the way, I just love your boat. It's so colorful! Just like your booth!" 

They talked with each other for the next several minutes. Justin told her about some of the more interesting places that she could visit while she was on the island. As he spoke, Janet found herself totally captivated by his easy manner and his rugged good looks. His skin was darker than most of the islanders she'd met. Perhaps because he spent so much time fishing on the open sea. And when he smiled, two perfect rows of polished white teeth gleamed in brilliant contrast against the dark, ebony skin of his face. Close cropped, jet black hair covered his head in hundreds of tight, tiny curls. Janet felt herself getting got lost in the large enchantingly deep pools of his soft dark brown eyes. Each time he looked at her, they seemed to glow with sensual energy. She felt them beckoning to her. Silently prodding her from the chaste, virginal existence that she'd been living for the past year and a half.

It was getting late and Janet decided to head back to her hotel before she became any more captivated by Justin's masculine, charismatic charm. "Nothing could ever come of getting involved with him anyway," she thought to herself. "He's probably married and has every woman on the island after him." 

"Well, It's been nice chatting with you Mr. Tyme," she said with a smile "but it's getting late and I have to be heading back to my hotel. We'll probably meet again before I leave the island." 

"I hope so Ma'am." Justin replied with a disarming smile.

Then, as Janet turned and started to walk away, he added buoyantly, "And if you ever want to get up at four o'clock in the morning to see what life is like on a fishing boat, I can always use someone to help with the controls while I'm hauling net."

Janet stopped dead in her tracks. She turned around and, looking directly into Justin's face and asked, "Are you serious?"

Justin looked at little startled by her intensity.

"Well sure I'm serious!" he replied. " Over the past few years, I've taken at least a half a dozen people from The Island Palms out on my boat. They get to see what a typical day on an island fishing boat is like and I get someone to help with the boat controls while I'm hauling in the nets."

He noticed a little concern register on Janet's face when he mentioned that she'd have to operate the boat's controls and quickly added, "Don't worry, you only have to hold the boat steady with the throttle for a few minutes. It's not difficult. Usually, I haul in the net and work the controls all by myself, but it's easier if I have a second pair of hands to help out."

Janet was thrilled at the prospect of sailing out onto the Caribbean for a day aboard a real fishing boat. It was exactly the sort of thing that she loved to do while she was vacationing. Spend some time with the local residents and get involved in interesting, real life experiences, as opposed to the commercial pastimes that most of the big hotels and travel agencies promote. Meanwhile, she didn't want to say yes too quickly. As well, she was anxious to find out whether or not Justin Tyme was married.

"I'm surprised that you wouldn't get your wife or your children to help you out with these chores Mr. Tyme!" she remarked, hoping that her comment wasn't too transparent. 

"Oh, I'm neither married nor blessed with children Ma'am." he replied with a bright smile. "Maybe one day, but for now, just keeping up with the demands of my business takes up all of my time."

His reply pleased Janet.

"I'd love to go out on your fishing boat Mr. Tyme!" she replied with a smile, 

"Where is it docked and what time do you want me to be there?" 

"Oh, I'll pick you up at the front of the hotel at three thirty tomorrow morning Ma'am," he replied. "Be sure to wear long pants and a long sleeved shirt or jacket. It gets fairly chilly on the sea at that time of the morning!"

Then, with a bright smile, he added, "And anything else that you need, I already have on the boat Ma'am." 

Janet felt a little awkward being referred to as Ma'am. She guessed that Justin was in his mid thirties, but she didn't feel that the difference in their ages was great enough to warrant his calling her Ma'am. 

"Oh, and by the way, my name is Janet Watson," she remarked with a smile. 

"Please call me Janet." Then with a chuckle, she added, "After all, if we're going to be working together as a team, we should be on a first name basis."

"Janet it is then," he replied, "and you can call me Justin." With that, he waved goodbye and turned to walk back to his booth. 

Janet watched spellbound as he walked away. He towered over the other people in the market and as he moved, his broad, muscular shoulders swayed provocatively from side to side. As her eyes followed him, she felt a warm, moistly excited sensation emanating from deep within. It was a confusing sensation. One that she'd never experienced before. It washed slowly over her entire body evoking a warm, pleasant feeling of physical need. 

She sighed audibly. This man was the most perfect specimen she'd ever seen. Just the sight of him was seductive: his bewitchingly handsome face, his sparkling brown eyes, his gleaming white smile, his exotic ebony skin, his broad shoulders and lean narrow hips. Janet couldn't deny the need that she felt growing within. She wanted him in the most primitive way that a woman can want a man. 

The walk back to the hotel was pleasant. No doubt made more so by the deliciously erotic feelings evoked by Justin and the knowledge that she'd be going out on his fishing boat in only a few hours time. The sun was plummeting quickly into the Western horizon. She glanced at her watch. It was already after six o'clock! She quickened her pace to insure that she'd get back to the hotel and have some dinner before it was dark.

She arrived back at the hotel about 20 minutes later. She checked with the front desk and found that there were no phone calls or messages. She then went directly to her room to freshen up before dinner. She was perspiring slightly and considered taking a shower before, rather than after dinner. Then she decided against having her usual dinner at all. She just didn't have the time to linger over a relaxed island meal in the dining room tonight. She'd have to be up at two thirty in the morning and wanted to get a good night's sleep so she'd be well rested for tomorrow's fishing adventure on the Caribbean. 

Finally, she called down to room service and asked that a sandwich and salad be delivered to her suite. It arrived only a few minutes later and she decided to set it aside until after her shower. She quickly got undressed and went into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and stepped under the warm spray. The warm water felt pleasant and refreshing, just what she needed. It washed gently over her, rinsing away the heat and perspiration of her hurried walk back to the hotel. 

She squeezed the liquid soap onto her skin and gently began spreading it over her body in a slow, circular, massaging motion. The smooth, gentle caress of her own finger on her breasts felt delightful. She knew that she was still deeply aroused from her meeting with Justin Tyme and the touch of her own hand heightened the feeling. With each caress, a shiver of titillation danced along the entire length of her body.

Janet always followed the same routine when she showered. First she washed her breasts, then her arms and legs, back and tummy, and finally, the inside of her thighs and pubic mound. Tonight, as she washed her breasts, she began to smile knowingly. The nipples grew hard and erect beneath her own soft touch. She delighted in the feel and coaxed it along with gentle squeezes and caresses. The feeling continued to grow as her fingers moved over her arms and legs. Then her hands moved down over her tummy and hips and gently over her firm, round buttocks. She felt her body tensing slightly as she reacted to the experience of her own loving fingers. With a familiar touch, she caressed the silky lather into her receptive skin, massaging gently as she moved over her body, revelling in the fast growing and increasingly urgent sense of need she was creating. 

Her hands moved to the inside of her thighs, gently working the liquid soap into a soft, frothy lather. As she progressed up the inside of her thighs to her pubic mound, the warm, erotic sensation, that now extended over every part of her body, intensified. She moved the palm of her hand over the soft, fleshy mound of her vulva, gently washing the area surrounding her vagina. She could feel the warm, silky ooze of excitement on her hands. Her fingers began to tremble slightly as she drew them up and over the sensitized portion of the labia that surrounded her clitoris. As she did, she realized that she'd unconsciously begun thrusting her pubic mound into her own waiting hands.

Janet never masturbated to orgasm in the shower. Primarily because she found it difficult to reach the required level of stimulation while she was preoccupied with washing and cleaning herself. She normally needed the kind of extended stimulation that it was only possible to give herself while lying on her bed, but tonight her body was aroused to a level that she rarely experienced. 

She began to move her fingers over her clitoris in a gentle circular motion. The effect was immediate. She felt an urgency shooting through her like a lightening bolt and within seconds she realized that an orgasm was imminent. Her head was swimming. An overwhelming feeling of carnal pleasure swept over her body like a tidal wave. It was almost as if she couldn't control what was happening. The first waves of the orgasm hit with the force of an explosion and her legs almost gave out as she reeled in agonized pleasure. She reached out to grab the shower door with her free hand and leaned back against the wall of the enclosure to avoid falling. Her fingers kept furiously answering the commands being sent by her body and all she could do was roll from side to side against the wall, lost in ecstasy as wave after wave of erotically charged contractions ran electrically along the length of her entire body. 




Janet and Justin’s Island Affair



She wasn't sure just how long her orgasm lasted. Certainly longer than any she'd ever had before. She leaned against the wall of the shower for several minutes after the last of the waves of pleasure that had consumed her, subsided. She was in a state of satisfied disbelief. In all of her 46 years, she'd never experienced anything so purely physically enjoyable. She felt like a rag doll that had been tossed about in a firestorm; totally exhausted and totally satisfied at the same time. 

As she pushed away from the shower wall and stood up straight, she realized that she was still a little unsteady on her feet. Notwithstanding, it took only a few minutes for her equilibrium to return and she quickly rinsed herself off and stepped out of the shower. As she began towelling herself dry, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her face was still flushed from the lingering affects of the electrifying orgasm that she'd just experienced, yet it would have taken a death in the family to erase the satisfied smile that adorned her face. She blamed Justin Tyme!

She finished drying off, applied her night cream and sat down at the coffee table to eat her meal. She wasn't very hungry at all and ate only a half of the sandwich that room service had delivered. She was excited about the upcoming fishing excursion, but it was the fact that she'd be journeying on the Caribbean with Justin Tyme that excited her more. She read, or at least tried to read, for almost an hour but simply couldn't concentrate. It was getting late, so she set her travel alarm for two thirty in the morning and slid into bed. Surprisingly, sleep came quickly. 

It seemed as if she had just nicely closed her eyes when she heard the nerve frazzling clatter of the travel alarm clock. She rolled over quickly and slapped it sharply, three or four times before she succeeding in quieting it. It always amazed her that such a tiny clock could produce such a large and deafening clamor. 

The room was still in total darkness. Normally, it would have taken Janet two or three seconds to figure out where she was, but not this morning. She'd slept peacefully and felt rested in spite of the ungodly hour. 

She threw back the blankets, jumped out of bed and strode quickly over to the bathroom. She felt quite invigorated and happy this particular morning. In less than 20 minutes she'd applied her makeup and was rummaging through the drawers of the dresser for her clothes. She settled on a pair of fashion blue jeans and a long sleeved red shirt, about the same color as the hull of Justin's fishing boat. She wondered if she wasn't perhaps a touch overdressed. After all, she was going out to work on a fishing boat, not out to a garden party. She inspected herself from all angles in front of the mirror and decided the outfit was appropriate. Besides, it was too early in the morning to be making style decisions. This would have to do.

She knew it was going to be windy and cold for the first few hours, so she put on a light windbreaker. She also grabbed a pink, wide brimmed sun hat from the closet. She knew that once the sun came up, it would be beat down relentlessly on anything afloat in the Caribbean. Then she laced on a pair of sneakers, grabbed her purse and slipped out the door. It was just after three o'clock in the morning and, already, an adventurous smile lit up her face.

She went directly to the front desk and checked for phone messages. There were none! "I wonder if they know where I am?" she thought out loud, feeling just a little miffed that everything was going so well without her. She regretted it immediately. She knew full well that it was supposed to please her that the business was capable of operating easily without her constant tutelage. "Still," she mused aloud, "you'd think somebody would at least call to see if I'm having a good time."

She strode exuberantly into the dining room. One of the hotel employees was busily moving tables and chairs about while another vacuumed the vacated section of carpet. The high pitched squeal of the vacuum cleaner annoyed her. She hated the sound of vacuum cleaners. They reminded her of her days as a housewife. The first thing she did, once she took her first job outside of the home, was hire a maid to come in two afternoons a week to vacuum and dust. She chuckled softly to herself, "If I ever get married again, he'd better know how to vacuum and dust."

She walked over to the counter to see if there was anyone in the kitchen who could fetch her a danish and coffee. A moment later, one of the kitchen staff came out and told her that the restaurant wouldn't start serving breakfast until six a.m. 

"I thought that might be the case," Janet said with a smile, "but I was wondering if I could just get some toast or a Danish and maybe a cup of coffee?" 

The young man looked around to see who else was in the restaurant, and seeing no one, replied, "Let me see what I can do Ma'am."

Janet recognized him as one of the young employees who served drinks on the beach. She was sure he'd find her something to stave off any hunger pangs until after the morning's fishing trip. Her habit of tipping, even though it was against the rules, paid off. Minutes later, there were two lovely biscuits, with butter and jelly, on the counter in front of her, along with a cup of coffee and a glass of mango juice. 

It tasted delicious, and she ate leisurely, savoring the unique taste of the island tea biscuits and mango juice. She was in no hurry, it was only a quarter after three. Justin wouldn't be at the front door of the hotel for another 15 minutes.

Just then, she heard a loud, happy voice booming from the kitchen, "Good morning everybody!"

She leaned over on her stool at the counter and, through the windows of the kitchen's swinging doors, saw Justin Tyme. He was carrying two huge crates on his shoulders. She was astonished! Most men would have buckled under the weight, but Justin carried them effortlessly. He was smiling brightly and the kitchen staff were greeting him enthusiastically. It was quite apparent that this was a man of whom the islanders were very fond.

Janet quickly went back to her little breakfast. She didn't want Justin to catch her watching the cheerful scene between him and the hotel employees. She didn't want him to think that she was a snoop. As she ate her biscuits and sipped her coffee, she wondered if Justin would think her too eager when he found her waiting at the breakfast counter at quarter after three in the morning. She decided he wouldn't. It made perfect sense for her to be up a little ahead of time having breakfast. 

She lifted her coffee to her lips and, just as she was about to take a sip, there was a loud crash in the kitchen. The sudden clamor startled her and she spilled some of the hot liquid onto the counter. She decided to take a chance on being caught snooping and again leaned over to look through the kitchen doors. It appeared that a hotel employees had taken one of the crates being carried by Justin, but had been unable to support the weight by himself. The crate had come crashing down, spilling what must have been more than one hundred pounds of ice and fish, all over the kitchen floor. He was standing there, looking at the mess before him, the shock still fresh on his face.

He suddenly regained his composure and fell to his knees, grabbing armfuls of fish and ice and trying to place them back into the fractured remains of the crate. To his dismay, it was damaged beyond usefulness and the ice and fish kept spilling back out onto the floor again.

In the meantime, Justin took the crate that he still held on his shoulder, over to the sink. He fixed the stopper in place and dumped the contents into the sink. Then he walked back to the young hotel employee and, smiling broadly, said, "Don't worry about it Walter! Just put the spilled fish in this crate, then add the fish from the sink and store the crate in the cooler to keep it fresh until the chef starts dinner tonight."

He then put the crate on the floor and in a few minutes the staff, with his help, had scooped up all of the fish from the floor. Justin picked the crate up, carried it over to the sink and they quickly added all of the fish from the sink. Then he looked at Walter, who by now had regained most of his composure and, with a beaming smile, remarked, "Good job Walter. If I ever need a keen helper on the boat, I'll know where to look."

Everyone started laughing, including Walter. Justin had taken a situation that had all of them fearing the wrath of the chef and turned it into an event that had them all laughing. Janet smiled as she watched the happy scene unfold. "Boy!", she thought to herself, "How can you not love this guy?" 

She realized that she was still leaning over to see what was going on in the kitchen and quickly sat up straight, but it was too late! Justin caught a glimpse of her just as she started to straighten up. He quickly said goodbye to the kitchen staff and came out into the dining area. He had to bend down as he came through the kitchen doors to make sure he didn't bump his head on the door frame. "Good morning Janet!" he said with a big smile that lit up his handsome face, "Are you ready for our high seas adventure?"

He was wearing a raincoat that was still wet from the melting ice in the two crates that he had delivered to the hotel kitchen. He began taking it off as they greeted each other. He was wearing a bright red t-shirt beneath it and the muscles in his chest and shoulders rippled captivatingly as he pulled the garment over his arms. The short sleeves stretched almost to tearing as his muscular biceps flexed and relaxed.

"Good morning Justin." Janet replied with a smile. "I was just having a bite of breakfast. Would you care to join me?"

"No thank you!" he replied quickly, "We'd best be hitting the waves before all the fish get caught by someone else."

Janet quickly took a last sip of her coffee and, fishing a bill out of her pocket, slipped it under the juice glass. She then stood up and with a dramatic sweep of her arm, proclaimed, "Lead the way boss!"

They made their way back through the kitchen with Janet following. She was again struck by Justin's size. He towered over her, yet was so friendly the she didn't feel the least intimidated. As they walked across the dining room, he carried his rolled up raincoat under his arm. His broad, muscular shoulders seemed to loom from wall to wall, swaying provocatively. His t-shirt, which was stretched thin across his wide shoulders, pinched sharply inwards as it fell to his thin, lean waist. His denim pants were faded and frayed from long hours of exposure to sea water. They clung suggestively to his narrow waist and stretched alluringly over the hard, compact, circles of his buttocks, two enticing globes of muscle that danced erotically as he walked across the floor. He had the confident self assurance that large powerful men almost always enjoy. It was only three thirty in the morning and already Janet could feel her body's warm, moist reaction to his seductive presence.

Moments later, they left the hotel through the service exit, Justin strode past a small trailer that was hitched to the back of one of the few automobiles to be found on the island. It was a tiny red convertible that looked like it might hold as many as four people on a good day, provided the two in the back were dwarfs. The trailer had obviously been used to haul the crates of ice and fish that Justin had delivered to the hotel and there was still a small trickle of ice water dripping from the rear end. It was quite small; only four feet by four feet at the most, but then anything larger would have presented a problem for the tiny car that towed it.

"Hop in Janet!" he said, motioning to the front passenger's seat, "We'll be on our way in no time."

Janet walked around the front of the tiny convertible, examining it curiously as she made her way to the passenger's side. She saw what appeared to be the name of the manufacturer on the front hood, but had never heard of the make before. As she slid into the passenger's seat, she was surprised at how much leg room there was. That's good she thought to herself. A man as big as Justin Tyme need a lot of leg room. It was apparent that he took very good care of the car. She suspected that it was several years old, but it still glistened like new.

As she turned and looked over her shoulder, she saw Justin stand up. He shook the trailer hitch connection sharply to make sure that it was secure and then strode quickly driver's door. It wasn't easy for him to get his large frame into the tiny vehicle and Janet could see the benefit of a convertible immediately. When he finally settled into the driver's seat, his head was at least three or four inches above the top frame of the windshield. Had the car been a sedan, he wouldn't have been able to get in nor would he have been able to sit up straight once he was in. "Just about didn't make it did you?" she exclaimed with a giggle.

He smiled broadly at her. "I've been this way for the last 20 years. I've become pretty good at squeezing in and out of tight places."

Janet saw the opening for a fast wisecrack, but decided to let it pass. She didn't know him well enough yet to make racy quips. The car started the moment Justin turned the key. It ran whisper quiet and rolled easily out the lane way of the hotel. When they reached the roadway, Justin touched the accelerator and the little car zipped off into the darkness, in the same direction as the island market. 

The headlights sliced through the predawn darkness like lasers, dancing surreally over the lush green vegetation that grew in abundance along both sides of the roadway. The trees and bushes rushed by and disappeared into the darkness behind the car. It seemed so dream like. Janet wondered how she'd arrived here. Just a few days ago, she'd been meeting with the directors of a pet food manufacturing company to discuss their company's marketing program. Now here she was, on a tropical island, thousands of miles from home, driving along a deserted roadway in the middle of the night with a man she'd known for less than twenty four hours. She grinned broadly as she thought about it. It felt great! 

Two or three minutes later, she could see the white sand of the beach as the road edged closer to the sea. The moon was now sailing low in the night sky and it's long gold reflection reached out to her across the still, dark surface of the sea. The few wispy clouds that adorned the scene were being blown inland to make way for the morning sun. It was almost four a.m. The little car began to slow as they passed the island market. Then just a few hundred yards past it, Justin turned into a dark lane way that led down towards the shore.

The little car bounced lightly along the rough laneway and as the headlights searched frantically about, Janet could make out a small white cottage about a hundred feet from the shore. It sat atop a raised section of land that was protected from the unpredictable moods of the sea by a high retaining wall. Further down the beach, and right on the shore was a boathouse and pier. She could make out the outline of moored boat, but it was still too dark to tell if it was Justin's colorful vessel.

They pulled up beside the cottage and in the growing light of impending dawn, Janet could see that it was a beautiful little home. It was not built of wood as she'd expected, rather was white stucco. In the half light, it appeared to have dark blue doors, windows and shutters. 

"This is it!" Justin announced in his booming voice, "Mine and Madeleine's place!"

Janet immediately felt an angry shiver shoot down the back of her neck. "Madeleine?" she enquired loudly, with just a hint of hostility in her normally soft and controlled voice. 

Justin began the process of trying to untangle himself from the confines of the little car. His huge frame would have been much more comfortable in a full sized American automobile, but gas prices on the tiny island made anything larger than a four cylinder import unpopular and impractical. Finally he was able to get himself free of the little car and he stood up full height, grateful to once again be free. "Yes! You've got to meet her!", he replied with a smile that sparkled even in the subdued early morning light, "Madeleine's my sweetheart; the only female in my life!" 

He turned and marched toward the front door, beckoning Janet to follow. 

"Come on. I'll introduce you," he shouted excitedly.

Janet felt a surge of disappointment and now wasn't even sure if she wanted to get out of the car. Even if Madeleine was only a casual girlfriend, she wasn't interested in meeting her. In fact, she was preparing to tell Justin that she'd just come down with a horrible headache and would have to pass on the fishing trip altogether. She was too old to be involved with players and was fully prepared to let Mr. Tyme know how she felt.

As she sat there preparing for the scene that she was sure was imminent, Justin opened the door to the little cottage. 

"Where's my baby?" he shouted happily. "Come here. There's a beautiful lady I want you to meet!" No sooner had he spoken the words than a large black dog blew through door like a high wind, madly ecstatic, as only a pet that's been confined to an empty home can be. Justin laughed joyously and began petting the dog with the unbridled enthusiasm that men never seem to have any difficulty displaying when it comes to their dog.

"Madeleine! Say hello to Janet!" he said in a voice charged with mock authority. "She's going fishing with us today!" As is invariably the case with dogs, Madeleine responded with all of the enthusiasm that she could muster, barking eagerly and jumping about enthusiastically.

Janet at once felt both foolish and relieved. As she stepped from the car, the dog bounded over to her, wagging it's tail happily. Janet half expected it to jump up on her, the way gregarious dogs often do. Instead, it stood there, looking at her expectantly, waiting for a touch or some other sign of acceptance. Madeleine was a pretty dog and had obviously been well trained by Justin. Janet reached down and patted her muzzle. The dog responded immediately by wagging it's tail even more gregariously and licking her hand respectfully.

"Oh she's so pretty Justin!" Janet said with a relieved smile. "Do you take her with you every day?"

"Yup!" replied Justin, "She somehow seems to know when there's a storm on the way and let's me know by the way she behaves. She gets very restless and begins to pant nervously. She's more reliable than a barometer. She's gotten me in off the sea just ahead of a big squall more than once." Then, he looked at the early morning horizon and taking a deep breath of the fresh salt air, pronounced happily, "It's a beautiful day! What are we waiting for? Let's get out there!"

He dashed into the house and returned moments later carrying a cooler. Then, with Madeleine impatiently running ahead, the three of them set out along the well worn little path that led to the boathouse. 

Off to the East, the sky was fast turning a brilliant red as the Sun furiously dug it's way up towards the morning horizon. The dark of night was retreating hastily and Janet could now make out the path and most of her surroundings in the rapidly growing light. Seldom had she seen such a beautiful sunrise. It seemed like she'd always been too busy with her ambitions to see the natural wonders that surrounded her.

The walk to the boathouse was only a few hundred feet, but in the few minutes it took to cover the distance, Janet was able to take in more beauty than she normally saw in a week. The blind brilliant beauty of the sunrise, the calm, mirror like surface of the Caribbean as it reflected the bright crimson color of dawn, the deep green blanket of island fauna that rolled gently down to meet the soft white sand of the seashore, the perpetually wheeling motion of the gulls that circled overhead, still lazy from their long night of rest. 




Janet and Justin’s Island Affair



Ahead, Janet could make out the colors of Justin's boat. Even in the subdued light, the brilliant greens and reds of the vessel were unmistakable. It was tied securely to the wood and concrete pier which acted as an anchor for both the boathouse and the little craft. 

Justin led the way up the stairs and then up the gangplank to the deck of the boat, the cooler poised on his shoulder. "Come on aboard!" he beckoned. Then he took the cooler over to the cabin and set it down inside, safe from the heat of the morning sun.

Janet looked at him curiously, 

"What would you like me to do first?" she asked eagerly.

Justin was amused by her exuberance. He was well aware of the affect that the beauty of the island, and the adventure of being aboard a fishing boat, had on visitors.

"We've got about a one and a half hour cruise out to today's fishing grounds." he replied, "The nets will have to be readied and we'll probably need some coffee to keep us alert on the way." Then, looking at Janet with a mischievous smile, he added, "You can either prepare the nets for the first drag or make the coffee. The choice is yours."

Janet cast a withering smile at the handsome fisherman. What a smartass! she thought with a chuckle. She looked at the large drag net suspended from huge poles on either side of the boat. Then she looked at Justin, "I think I'll prepare the nets." she replied. "You can make us some coffee!" 

Justin's jaw fell open. Her snappy retort took him totally by surprise. 

Janet immediately took pity on him, "Okay! Now we're even!" she laughed. "I don't know a fishnet from a butterfly net! Where's the coffee maker?"

Justin chuckled. He found her audacity amusing. Janet was obviously a woman to be reckoned with and much quicker than most with a flippant reply. He'd just gotten a stinging demonstration of how nimble witted she was. He smiled broadly; his sparkling white teeth dazzling brightly, even in the subdued light of dawn. "There a hotplate on the table in the cabin!" he replied, "You'll find the coffee percolator, the coffee and fresh water on the shelf above the table."

Janet made her way to the cabin. The boat was spotless and now that she was aboard, she realized that it was not nearly as small as it had looked from the shore. The mast looked to be at least 35 feet high and she guessed that the overall length of the craft exceeded 35 feet. There was plenty of room on the deck and she was a little surprised to find that the vessel didn't bob up and down as she moved, the way some of the smaller pleasure craft she'd been aboard did. It was obvious that the vessel represented a substantial investment on Justin's part and being an entrepreneur herself, she was impressed. It seemed likely that Mr. Tyme was a far more savvy businessman than she'd initially believed. 

The hotplate was plugged into an unusual looking receptacle on the wall of the cabin. When she turned it on nothing happened. Then she heard Justin's resonant voice behind her, "You'll have to wait until I start the engine Janet."

She turned and saw Justin walking over to the control console. "All of the electricity on the boat comes from a generator that only works while the engine is running," he explained. 

With that, he turned a key on the console, pressed a button and Janet heard the boat's diesel engine turning over. It leapt to life with a powerful roar and then fell off to a quiet idle. He then jumped nimbly down to the pier and, in just a few seconds, had the mooring ropes untied. The boat now free of its constraints, he leapt back onto the gangplank and pulled the loading ramp onto the boat behind him. 

He looked at Janet and proclaimed with a smile, "When you work alone, you learn all the shortcuts!" Once back in the cabin, he engaged the propeller drive. Then he gently opened the throttle and the little boat began to move slowly away from the dock, out onto the sparkling azure blanket of the Caribbean.

It was a beautiful day! Everything was just starting to come to life as they sailed easily away from the shore. Janet looked at Justin's handsomely chiselled ebony features as he carefully guided the boat into the deeper offshore waters. She could see by the look on his face that he loved every minute of what he was doing.

"What a life!", she thought to herself. Every man and boy she'd ever known loved to go fishing and here was a grown man who got to go every day and made money doing it. She smiled contentedly as they sailed into the warm, bright face of the morning sun. 

When they were about a mile offshore, Justin turned the boat West and began to sail parallel to the beach. By then, they were far enough away from land to be certain that there was no longer a danger of colliding with any reefs or shoals. As they moved nimbly along the coastline, Justin began pointing out some of the less familiar features of the island to Janet. She was amazed at the size of some of the estates that dotted the coast. Justin explained that most of them belonged to rich Americans who'd moved to the island to retire or to avoid the high taxes that they'd been paying most of their lives. 

Janet had been along the shore road several times, but she'd never seen these estates before. "Why haven't I ever seen these homes?" she asked incredulously. "I've ridden along the shore road on the island buses lots of times, but I've never seen any of them until now?"

"Because the owners built them well away the roadway, usually behind a heavy stand of trees." Justin replied, "And because they have lots of money, they were able to afford the cost of having the shore built out past the natural coast. They brought in truckload after truckload of dirt and gravel and just kept dumping it offshore until their property had been made large enough to allow them to build the mansion that they wanted." He chuckled wryly and added, "You can do almost anything if you have enough money!"

Janet was still very curious. "But why haven't I seen these people? They must leave their estates sometimes! They must have cars or boats! I've been here for a while now and I've never seen any sign of them! Where do they go? What do they do? I've never seen them at the beach or at any of the marketplaces?"

Justin chuckled at Janet's naiveté. "But you have seen them!" he said with a broad grin. "There were a couple of the estate owners at the island market yesterday, while you were there! But you didn't notice them because they were dressed like and acted like any other tourist. They know how to keep a low profile. They'd prefer not to be seen at all, but the only way they could accomplish that would be to become prisoners on their own estates." 

He looked pensively at the long row of estates that floated casually by as his intrepid craft nimbly cut its way through the soft foam of the offshore swells. "They're very private people." he remarked thoughtfully. "They started coming to the island about 25 years ago and they brought a lot of money with them. We welcomed them! They and their money did a lot for our island and its economy. They didn't just come to take what little we had away from us, as many said they would. Instead, they paid taxes and helped us to build roads and schools. They loaned money, interest free, to island residents who had the ability and talent to start their own businesses." 

"When I realized that I needed a bigger boat a few years ago, one of them loaned me the money to buy it." He flashed a smile of feigned superiority at Janet. "Just try and get an interest free loan from one of your American banks!" he laughed. "The manager will pull the lever that opens the trap door in front of his desk before you finish asking." 

Then a sombre look fell over his face. "Now most of them are very old and they enjoy the warmth and privacy that the island offers more than ever, but they don't want any more of their own kind coming here. They're afraid that the island will be overrun by wealthy Americans. We'll start running out of room and the island will lose its natural beauty. The trees and wild areas will disappear and be replaced by houses and apartment buildings; or even worse, the island could become a major tourist destination." 

He looked at Janet again. "They insist that nothing destroys the natural beauty of any place as quickly as tourists."

"Then how do you explain the hotel that I'm staying at?", Janet asked. 

"It's probably the biggest tourist attraction on the island?" 

"The hotel was already here when the estate owners started arriving" explained Justin. "In fact, that's how they found out about the island in the first place. They were tourists themselves. Most of them were simply looking for a pleasant private place to escape to for a vacation. When they arrived here, they fell in love with the island. Many of them bought property and built the mansions that we've been looking at."

He looked wistfully back at the estates that were by now starting to disappear into the light morning mist that embraced the coast. "I can understand why they'd want to live here and keep the beauty to themselves"

Then, with an understanding smile, he added, "I was born here and I've always loved it too." 

Their speedy craft had by now passed the Western end of the island and there was nothing ahead or to either side but open sea. Justin steered to a more northerly course and then, turning back to Janet, remarked, "Over the past twenty five years, there have been several developers who've tried to buy land to build more hotels, but the estate owners have always been able to stop them. Somehow they've been able to convince the island government that any more hotels would be a social and ecological disaster. That's the reason our little island never changes very much."

He looked at Janet and smiled. His teeth sparkled brilliantly in the bright morning sun and his dark eyes glowed with crackling energy. " I think I like it that way," he added.

As the coastline disappeared behind them, Justin opened up the throttle and the boat lurched ahead eagerly, anxious to get on with the day's business. 

Janet poured two cups of the coffee she'd just made. It billowed out of the pot, rich and black and steaming hot. She handed one of the cups to Justin. He sipped it carefully and swallowed tentatively. 

"Ah! Good coffee!" he remarked in emphatic approval. "You make coffee as well as any islander!"

For the next hour, they sailed along contentedly, chatting about whatever came to mind. Janet confided in Justin about her failed marriage and the trials involved in starting up her business. Justin told her about his life on the tiny island and how his dream had always been to buy a fishing boat and operate his own business. To earn the king of money he'd need for the undertaking, he had to leave the island when he was only 17 years old and work on an ocean freighter operating out of Panama. The job paid well and he was able to set aside more than 80% of what he earned. Even so, it took him almost 4 years to save the money that he needed to buy his first small fishing boat, a used 25 foot long relic. 

He was ambitious and smart! Janet liked that a lot! As they talked, it became apparent that they both possessed the same fiery entrepreneurial spirit. Their values were almost identical.

As the vessel cut through the deeper offshore waters, it started to rise and fall in a gentle rocking motion. Janet began to realize why Justin had suggested she make coffee to keep them awake. Had she not been so excited, she could easily have fallen into a deep comfortable sleep. She went over and stood beside Justin and as she peered through the cabin window, she started to giggle. Madeleine was sitting at the front of the boat like a sentinel, watching everything that happened as they sliced through the indigo sea. 

The ubiquitous seagulls circled overhead en masse and when one would occasionally dive too close to the vessel, Madeleine would jump up and snap at it. "Surely Madeleine doesn't think she can catch one of them does she?" Janet asked in disbelief.

Justin laughed when he saw the look of surprise on her face. "Sure she does! She catches one every few months and then doesn't know what to do with it. It usually slaps her silly with its wings and eventually while makes an escape, but Madeleine learns her lesson. As for as she's concerned, this is her boat and the gulls have no right to come near it. 

He chuckled as he watched Madeleine guarding the vessel. "It's a territorial thing," he asserted. "She figures this is just as much her boat as it is mine and she's not about to let a flock of screaming seagulls anywhere near it."

Janet wandered out onto the deck and looked into the sky. It was a deep, lustrous blue, with not a cloud in sight. The warm sea air rushed by her as the fishing vessel boat cut effortlessly through the water. It smelled sweet and the salt spray stung her cheeks as it whipped over the bow. She couldn't recall ever seeing a more lovely day or experiencing such a feeling of vitality. 

She heard Justin shouting to her from behind. "We should be there in about ten minutes Janet."

As she turned to look at him, he added with a smile, "It looks like a perfect day for fishing. I think you're going to bring me good luck." His rich, reverberant voice never failed to stir her. It struck her ears like an audible aphrodisiac, as sweetly succulent as the finest vintage wine, as movingly sensual as the intimate touch of a cherished lover. 

"I hope so!" she replied with a slightly nervous smile. "We'll just have to wait and see."

"How would you like to take the wheel for a while so you can get used to the feel of the boat?" he asked. "When I'm winching the nets aboard, you're going to have to hold the boat steady so the nets don't get fouled up." 

"Ok!" replied Janet as she strode confidently over to the control console. "What do I have to do?" 

Justin placed his hand on her waist and guided her between his body and the console. His hand was huge and its touch sent sparks of electricity dancing wildly up and down the length of Janet's body. Her knees began to tremble ever so slightly as she felt his hard muscular physique pressing gently against her from behind. 

His captivating voice fell almost to a whisper as he gave her instructions. 

"Now take hold of the wheel," he said softly. She could feel his breath against her ear as he leaned closer. "This is not like the steering wheel of a car. Each turn of the wheel will only take you about five degrees to port or starboard." Then, with a soft chuckle, he added, "That's sea talk for left or right."

Janet grasped the wheel tentatively. It was about a foot and a half in diameter and cold to her touch. She guessed it was made of stainless steel. Justin placed his left hand on her waist to steady her. Then placed his right hand over her right hand as it gripped the wheel. Janet shivered as she felt the warmth of his palm against the top of her cold hand. 

His hand was huge! It covered hers completely. She could feel the strength and heat in his touch and wondered, with just a hint of embarrassment, if he knew what she was feeling. Her cheeks burned at the thought of him sensing the salacious thoughts that his touch sent racing through her mind?

His hand guided hers in a complete counterclockwise turn of the wheel. The resulting change in course was hardly noticeable. Janet realized immediately what he'd meant when he warned her that the boat did not steer like a car. Then Justin took his right hand from hers and placed it on her right hip.

"Now turn the wheel back one full turn the other way." Justin whispered. "I'm not going to help you this time." 

Janet's heart was in her mouth. The feel of Justin's huge hands on her body was intoxicating. My God! she thought, It's like an electric shock every time he touches me. How am I supposed to keep my mind on steering the boat? 

She carefully turned the wheel back to it's original position and the boat slowly returned to it's previous course. "How's that?" asked Janet, hoping that he wasn't sensing her growing ardor. 

Justin laughed softly in her ear.

"I think I may make a sailor out of you yet Janet!" he replied. Then, moving his lips to her ear, he added in a seductive whisper, "and without a doubt, the prettiest sailor I've ever seen." 

The soft words of affection left Janet temporarily speechless. She didn't know what to do or what to say. All she knew for sure was that this guy was making her act like a schoolgirl with her first crush. Finally, she gathered her wits and replied, "I'll bet you tell all the ladies you take out on your boat the same thing."

She immediately wanted to bite her tongue. She never made stupid comments like that. What was it about this guy that made her act so silly? 

"You're the first woman who's ever been alone with me on my boat Janet." he whispered. "I've taken several of the hotel's guests out fishing with me, but until now, they've all been men or couples." He chortled softly, a little embarrassed by his admission.

"When I saw you at the market, I thought to myself, 'Here's a lady whose beauty and grace could turn my little fishing boat into a world class cruise ship'."

Janet was pleased, very pleased! She was glad that Justin found her alluring. She'd always hated the prospect of a one sided affair. "You mean you find me attractive Mr. Tyme?" she asked with a coy smile. She felt buoyed by his admission that he found her appealing. She was beginning to regain her normal self confidence. Being alone with a stunningly attractive man like Justin Tyme had left her feeling less self assured than normal. It was a welcome boost to her ego to find that he thought she was pretty. 

Justin moved closer. She could feel his hard flat stomach and muscular chest pressing gently against her back. She shivered involuntarily as she felt the soft brush of his lips against her ear.

"I find you devastatingly attractive Janet. You're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen." 

Janet's trepidation evaporated as she listened to the words of adulation that he whispered softly into her ear. She turned slightly and looked at him over her shoulder. The tenderness on his face spoke volumes about the emotions he was feeling at that moment. As their eyes met, he bent down and pressed his lips gently to hers. The kiss immediately began to grow in intensity as they were both caught up in the urgency of each other's touch. Janet turned around completely as she felt a sense of surrender sweeping over her. She reached up and slid her arms around Justin's neck, pulling his mouth hungrily to hers. 

Their joined lips were a conduit for their pent up passion. Each of them pouring their sensually charged emotions and hot physical need, into the other, creating a cauldron of bubbling desire so intense that it was boiling over. Justin's hands moved down over her shoulders and waist and his arms circled her. He effortlessly pulled her body up into the embrace, his kiss becoming hungrier, more urgent, as he felt her responding with a level of accumulated need that matched his own. Her feet left the floor as the two of them were swept away by the huge wave of physical and emotional fever that engulfed them. The dam had broken and the passion that had been consuming them silently, from the moment they met, was at last set free.

Janet felt her body crying out for more. The feel of Justin's hard physique pressed urgently against her, fed the growing inferno of lust that weakened her knees and set her head spinning wildly. She tried to keep up with the prurient need that possessed her, but felt herself being pulled helplessly into a vortex of white hot, sexual energy that was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. He held her to him with one arm, his body pressing hers urgently against the control console. His free hand moved hungrily over her body, gently caressing and squeezing her heaving breasts, temptingly tracing their ripe outline through her blouse. He then moved provocatively down over the sensual curves of her firmly rounded hips, seductively over the soft, graceful line of her outside thigh and then slowly, tantalizingly, up it's warm inner surface, all the way to the moist, hotly aroused center of her need. 




Janet and Justin’s Island Affair



His hands hypnotized her as they moved adoringly over her body. Although she was fully dressed, the erogenous, coaxing touch of his exploring fingers left a trail of sensual fire that burned hot and urgent in their wake. Through the heavy denim material of his jeans, Janet could feel the thickly coiled hardness of Justin's erection pressing insistently against her pubic mound. She strained back against him, as eager to experience the feel of his body as he was to experience the feel of hers. 

As their passion grew to a frenzied pitch, Janet leaned back against the console and opened her thighs to allow his hips between. As she did, Justin's eager thrust of accommodation pushed her back against the gear selector, accidentally disengaging the engine from the propeller. With no load on it and set at full power, the engine roared out of control. 

The noise was deafening and Janet reacted by falling sideways against the broad ledge that ran along the bottom of the cabin window. With one hand, Justin grabbed the throttle, quickly pulling it all the way back to idle the engine. With the other, he held on to Janet who would otherwise have fallen from the console onto the cabin floor. The boat quickly slowed and began drifting slowly along in the soft morning breeze. 

He carefully held Janet around the waist as she untangled herself from the throttle and steering wheel. "My God!" she exclaimed in a shaken voice, "That was a terrifying end to a romantic moment!" 

Her comment and the look of exasperation on her face seemed to underscore the humor of the situation. When he realized that she was unhurt, the concerned look on Justin's face was quickly replaced by a smile which grew almost immediately into a booming laugh. Janet realized right away just how ridiculous the two of them must have looked and in spite of her bruised dignity, began to laugh just as hard. They were both overcome by the absurdity of what had just happened and were soon wiping away tears of laughter. 

"I guess it serves me right for not keeping my mind on the job." Justin remarked somewhat self - deprecatingly. He had collapsed into a chair in the cabin and was wiping the laughter from his eyes with a tissue. "Anyway, we're just about at the spot where I wanted to fish today, so it's probably just as well that we save the romance for another time."

They both continued to chuckle softly, but Janet knew that the little setback wasn't going to deter her from again experiencing the feel of Justin's body pressed against hers. The brief moment of passion that they'd just experienced may have been disrupted, but a better time would come. 

Justin quickly pulled up a hatch on the rear deck and went down to check the engine to make sure that it hadn't been damaged by the sudden disengagement of the propeller. Moments later, he reappeared, smiling with relief as he informed Janet that no damage had been done. Then he restarted the engine and engaged the propeller. The boat surged powerfully ahead, none the worse for the experience. 

Justin looked over at Janet and laughingly remarked, "I think we'll hold off on any more lessons until we're not quite so physically distracted."

They cruised along for only another five minutes or so. Janet stood beside Justin as he steered, her arm around his waist and her head occasionally resting against his upper arm. He wanted to keep both hands on the wheel, but he couldn't help himself and finally put his left arm around Janet, pulling her close to him as they cut gracefully through the blue green blanket that stretched out before them. Neither said a word, but the gentle touches that they exchanged spoke all the while of the tenderness and desire that they felt for one another. 

Above them, a constantly growing number of gulls circled impatiently, occasionally swooping down and risking the wrath of the ever vigilant Madeleine. Janet wondered where they'd all come from. Somehow they seemed to know that the boat was going fishing and the promise of a free meal held them in perpetual orbit overhead. 

The idyllic beauty of it all came to an abrupt end as Justin pulled back the throttle and enthusiastically proclaimed, "We're here!" As the boat slowed to a crawl, he looked down at Janet. "Are you ready to take the helm?" he asked with an enthusiastic smile. "Just hold the wheel right where it is and follow my instructions as I'm letting out the net. Just push the throttle ahead to speed up and pull it back to slow down." 

When he saw a trace of trepidation flash across Janet's face, he kissed her cheek in gentle encouragement and added with a bright smile, "That's all there is to it.".

Janet slipped behind the wheel as Justin made his way out onto the deck. Moments later, she could hear the sputter of another engine starting and the sound of clashing gears. She looked out the rear window of the cabin and saw the two large poles on either side of the deck being lowered, so that they hung out and over each side of the boat, parallel with the surface of the ocean. Once the poles were fully extended and locked into place, Justin began feeding the nets out into the swirling blue water where they were swept slowly back into the wake by the foamy fingers of the sea. 

Once there, they billowed impatiently, opening wide like the gaping maw of a denizen that was being dragged reluctantly along behind the boat. It took only a minute or two for both nets to be deployed into the swirling mass of foam that followed the vessel as it struggled with the constantly growing burden that it towed. Every minute or so, Justin would shout for more power as the mushrooming tendrils of the net tenaciously resisted the craft's forward motion.

Finally, the entire net was in the water and Justin returned to the cabin. "Now we simply pull the net along for about a half hour or so and then retrieve it. "Then," he added with a hopeful smile, "We'll know if this particular spot is worth fishing!" 

The two of them sipped coffee in the cabin and chatted about their experiences in life and love. There was no longer any sexual tension as both knew that sex was now inevitable and was simply being saved for a more propitious moment. They relaxed and watched the billowed nets following along in the wake of their little vessel like a pair of distended parachutes. Now the gulls that had been circling patiently above began diving down into the sea in front of the net. They'd descend one or two at a time and plummet recklessly into the foaming water. Moments later, if they were successful in their attack, they'd reappear, gripping the silvery rewards that wiggled and thrashed furiously in their beaks. Then, foolishly thinking their meal was secure, they'd beat their wings furiously in order to get airborne again. As they did, they invariably became the objects of frenzied attacks themselves as they were victimized by hoards of their own screaming comrades seeking to steal their prize. 

Justin and Janet watched contentedly. Janet was sure that Justin had been witness to the same scene hundreds of times, yet he still seemed fascinated by the beauty of it all. She understood perfectly. The peace that surrounded them was almost tangible. Janet couldn't recall a time in her life when she'd felt more attuned to her own feeling and emotions. As they watched, they'd occasionally exchange a soft, short kiss and gentle caress. Inside of both of them an immense wave of passion was building and they were enjoying the anticipation of the experience that lay ahead.

Once they'd finished their coffee, Justin glanced at his watch. About 25 minutes had passed since he'd released the net into the sea. "Well," he exclaimed with an optimistic smile, "let's see if we've been wasting our time here!" With that, he strode out the cabin door and reached for a lever on the side of the winch that was attached to the traces of the net. Then he looked at Janet and shouted, "Whenever I hold my arm up, pull the throttle back slowly until I lower my arm!"

Janet nodded her acknowledgement and smiled, a little nervously, as she felt her excitement mounting. She was anxious to see if their efforts were going to be rewarded. 

Justin pulled back on the winch control and, with a high pitched whine, the huge drum-like cylinder slowly began reeling in the traces of the trailing nets. As the retrieval progressed, he signalled to Janet routinely, calling for a decrease in power several times as the nets got closer to the vessel. Minutes later, they were beside the boat, following only a few yards behind the towing arms. Justin then raised the arms and as they moved upwards, the deep pockets of the nets broke the surface and hung suspended beside the boat. The nets were alive with frenzied motion. The pockets squirmed and writhed with the panicked movements of hundreds of fish. Justin turned and looked over his shoulder at Janet, a smile of satisfaction on his handsome ebony face.

He signalled to her to bring the boat to a stop and join him. She pulled the throttle all the way back and strode out onto the deck, a smile of satisfaction on her face as well. She'd never seen so many fish! The tiny nets were alive with the thrashing energy of close hundreds of ocean creatures. Justin deftly winched the burgeoning nets over the sorting basin on the stern. Then he dumped the wriggling contents out into the basin.

Janet's was dazzled by the rainbow of colors that struck her eyes as the warm rays of the morning sun danced across the sea of silvery creatures thrashing wildly about in the catch basin. There were large and small fish in abundance. Some were red, others blue and still others green and purple and orange. It was spectacular! Hiding in the midst of the catch, she caught a glimpse of an octopus, a spiny lobster and several different types of crabs. It was a remarkable sight. One that she'd never forget. 

She smiled happily at Justin as he began sorting the fish, then stepped down into the shallow basin with him and watched as he quickly grasped each fish, one at a time, and made a decision to keep it or throw it back. He returned most of the brightly colored species to the ocean, explaining why he didn't want to keep it.

"This one tastes awful!" he'd say, or "This one is too bony to eat!", or "This one is too small!" or, "This one is poisonous!"

He threw back several of the crabs, but kept the octopus and the lobster. Those that he decided to keep, went into the refrigerated hold just ahead of the sorting basin. When he was through sorting, there was less than half of what had been caught remaining. The rest had been returned to the sea.

"This is a good spot!" he remarked to Janet, "I think we'll stay here until we've got our limit for the day." 

They smiled warmly at each other and Janet couldn't resist walking over and putting her arms around him. Justin reciprocated by sliding his arms around her and gently gathering her into his strong arms. They stood like that for a few moments, as if silently celebrating the prize that they'd just claimed from the sea. The sweet, salty smell of the ocean drifted gently past them. Janet filled her nostrils! The finest Parisian perfume couldn't compare with the intoxicating fragrance of the ocean. 

Justin pulled her closer, buried his face in her hair and sighed contentedly. Overhead, the gulls circled and screamed impatiently as they waited for the fishing to resume. Their cacophonous cries were music to Janet's ears. Finally, Justin gave Janet a gentle squeeze and whispered softly, "Time to get back to business my love!"

Janet let out a barely audible sigh of disappointment. She could have stayed there in his strong embrace for the entire day. But she understood. Justin ran his hand teasingly down over her shapely bum, patted it affectionately, and with a suggestive chuckle, made his way back to the net winch. 

Janet stood there, watching his tall, muscular frame as he walked away. His broad, powerful shoulders swayed seductively from side to side and she fantasized about how wonderful it would feel to have her face pressed against his chest as they made love. She felt a little embarrassed at the carnally charged feelings that swept over her each time she looked at him, but then she realized that the only way to avoid experiencing those feelings would be to stop looking at him and she wasn't about to do that! She chuckled at her own boldness as she made her way back to the cabin and grasped the helm in her hands.

Justin was pleased and his enthusiasm was infectious. Each time the net was hoisted out of the wake, Janet watched, wide eyed, to see if they'd done better than the time before. And while the net was being dragged, she and Justin talked softly with each other. They'd stand close and look into one another's eyes. They'd caress each other intimately and exchange short, gentle kisses that hinted of the passion that they both knew lay ahead. Janet had never had such feelings for a man before. The hot, moist sensation between her thighs was an ever present reminder of the need that burned like a wildfire at her center.

Justin had brought along some sandwiches and a cooler of fruit punch. They shared a lunch at about 10 o'clock in the morning. Janet giggled when she looked at her watch. This was the time at which she normally had breakfast when she was on vacation. But for some reason, she was starved and the thick sandwiches, made with island bread and piled high with fresh cheese and sliced chicken, tasted better than the finest dinner at her favorite French restaurant ever could. 

The day went quickly and before she knew it, the sun had reached it's highest point in the sky and was now beginning its long slow plunge into the western horizon.

By the time they'd completed their fourth drag, the little boat's hold was filled to capacity with close to three hundred of pounds of fish. Justin was more pleased than he'd been in weeks. Not only had they caught their limit of fish, but the catch contained a larger than normal percentage of high quality fish that would bring a good price at the local market. He smiled happily as he rolled the nets onto their drums after the last drag of the day. 

It pleased Janet immensely to see Justin so happy. He'd worked hard and deserved the success that their day of fishing had yielded. Now that the nets and rigging were secure, he made a wide sweeping turn and headed in the direction of home. 

Minutes later, the little boat was slicing through the azure calm of the sea at top speed. The day was growing hotter and Justin was sweating a little from his struggle with the net and rigging. He removed his shirt to let the air that rushed through the cabin cool him. As he stood at the helm, his chest and shoulders bare, Janet feasted her eyes. She hadn't seen him without all of his clothes on until now and the sight of his chiselled, rock hard, upper body took her breath away. 

The thick, smooth muscles in his upper arms rippled with each tiny movement of the wheel and whenever he turned to talk to her, the heavy layers of carved muscle on his chest and shoulders contracted and relaxed rhythmically. Because the skin on his chest and back was not exposed to the sun as much as his face, it was just a shade lighter. But it still had the same burnished color of fine black ebony. His stomach was hard and flat, with a layer of smoothly sculpted muscle that extended from his rib cage to below his belt. Whenever he leaned forward or backwards, two rows of chiselled muscle danced hypnotically beneath the dark skin of his abdomen like a double chorus line. He was gorgeous! 

If he hadn't taken his shirt off, Janet would probably have been content to continue chatting and exchanging gentle kisses and intimate touches all the way back to the island. But now she found herself gazing hungrily at the naked beauty of his wide shoulders and muscular chest, the long narrow lines of his agile hips and the hard, round globes of his provocative buttocks. 

It was more stimulation than she could comfortably absorb. She was having trouble managing the lust that the sight of his half nude frame evoked. She could feel small contractions of pleasure running electrically along the length of her sensitized labia and vagina. The feeling of relaxed pleasure that she'd experienced while he was fully clothed, was fast being replaced by a primitive need for satisfaction, that gnawed at her with growing impatience. She knew that she was now too aroused to deny her body's growing cry for gratification. 

She walked up behind Justin and put her arms around his waist. He looked over his shoulder at her and smiled warmly, grateful for the attention. She began to move her hands up and down over the chiselled hardness of his stomach, letting her fingers rise and fall as they wandered over the washboard ripples of his abdomen. She buried her face in the powerfully muscular mat of his shoulders and kissed his smooth black skin, tasting it's erotically salty flavor.

She began to gently thrust her hips against the hard circles of his buttocks, delighting in the erotic stimulation that pulsed along the soft slope of her pubic mound. Her hands slid boldly down over the hard, swollen pocket of his jeans. She smiled with carnal delight as she felt the thick shaft of his penis straining against the heavy fabric. She ran her hands coaxingly over the burgeoning protuberance, feeling it react to her sensual touch with excited spasms of arousal. 

She pressed her breasts wantonly against the long smooth muscles of his back, revelling in the electrical titillation that resulted from contact with his body. Her nipples were swollen hard and erect with the need that coursed through her veins like liquefied lust. They stung with excitement as they felt the touch of his smooth, hot skin through the velvety thin material of her blouse and bra. 

She kissed the hot silky skin of his back as it passed beneath her lips. He tasted so exotically tempting that she had to fight the impulse to bite into his libidinously succulent flesh. 

Her hands moved up from the straining bulge at the front of his jeans to the small silver buckle of his belt. By now, Justin was becoming increasingly aroused and the long, thick shaft of his penis was being forced into an unnatural and somewhat uncomfortable position as his excitement grew. Janet's soft, sensual caresses had it thrusting impatiently against the pocket of his jeans, where it didn't have the free space necessary to develop into a normally extended erection. The discomfort was noticeable and he was relieved to feel Janet's fingers moving to his belt. He looked forward to the unrestrained freedom that they were about to confer on the burgeoning evidence of his arousal. 

It took only a moment for Janet to unbuckle the belt and seconds later, her fingers had pulled the zipper of his fly down over the prominent bulge at the front of his jeans. She felt a shiver of intense excitement as his aroused penis forced the flaps of the zipper apart and pushed it's way insistently out. The thin cotton material of his jockey shorts stretched, paper thin over it's thickly swollen head. 

Janet reached around his hard narrow waist with both hands. With one, she grasped the band of his shorts and pushed it down over the thick arch of his penis. The other found its immense shaft and gripped it firmly. Her heart raced wildly as she felt its twitching corpulence. She savored the damp heat of the broad shaft as she held it gently in her hand. It was enormous! Her fingers were unable to encircle it completely. She deftly pushed the band of the shorts down over it and it surged anxiously out in a long, thick upward arch. 

Justin's body was beginning to tremble ever so slightly as the excitement of her touch on his swollen penis made his heart race and his head spin. He pulled back on the tiny vessel's throttle and let it slow to a drift on the calm sea. Then her turned to face Janet. His face registered the passion that he felt. He slid his arms around her and pulled her lips hungrily to his. 




Janet & Maria Get Caught



I went to work early that Sunday just to get back early enough to see what Janet, my wife, was really doing on her day off. I shut off the engine and glided up the driveway and snuck into the house. Sure enough, my wife Janet and her daughter, Maria were sipping wine in front of the fireplace. One thing I have to note, they were both naked from the waist up and their hands were moving over the skin of their thighs while they drained the last of the wine onto each other's tit's. Janet lowered her head and captured Maria's nipple in her mouth. 

I could see Maria lean back and heard her moan through the door. I couldn't believe it. My wife was having sex with another woman. I looked on some more and Maria had taken one of Janet's tit's in her hand while she continued to rub her other hand along Janet's thigh. My voyeur's position was ideal... I was out of sight and no one outside could see me so I took the opportunity to open my pants and pull out my 8 inches of throbbing cock. Suddenly Janet pulled her mouth off Maria's tit and moaned. It seemed to me Maria had stuck her finger inside my wife's cunt and the results were electric. Maria pulled down my wife's skirt and panties leaving only the garters and stockings and she moved her head down to Janet's pussy. 

I clearly saw her tongue go straight for Janet's clit as Maria pulled Janet's leg up and out. Janet was intently looking at what was happening between her legs and when the tip of Maria's tongue touched, she groaned "YESSSSS!" and started thrusting her hips forward onto the tongue. Maria's lips closed onto Janet's clit and she literally sucked it into her mouth. She must have been moving her tongue inside because Janet was shaking as if holding on to a live wire. I knew it wouldn't be long before Maria was drinking Janet's juice's.

I knew it wouldn't be long before I came. I was watching and sweating right along with the hot women in front of me as I jacked off to the incredible sight . I had often wondered what it would be like if I could be with two women, so, I slowly undressed as I continued my vigil at the window to the family room. Janet had recovered somewhat and began to move over the top of Maria, her tit's pressed into Maria's and their lips met with a passion I thought was only reserved for me. I slowly opened the door and walked in to the sex filled room. 

Maria's eyes met mine and I raised my finger to my lips to keep her quiet. Maria pushed my wife's head down to her tit's and she began to suck them alternately, rubbing her face in the cleavage as she went back and forth. I came up behind my wife and entered her wet pussy in one thrust. A shocked howl escaped her lips and she pushed Maria back as she tried to gain her balance. Maria pushed her head down so she couldn't see who it was and lifted her hips until her pussy was pushed into Janet's face. Maria and I started to move together. As I pushed in, Maria pushed her pussy against Janet's mouth. Sooner than I would have liked, I started to come. Intense shots of sperm splashed inside my wife and Maria also groaned in orgasm as Janet's stiff tongue got her off, too. Then I felt the contractions in Janet's cunt and she groaned as she went over for the second time that afternoon. 

I slowly pulled out as Janet turned to see who fucked her. "What are you doing home so soon?" she asked. "I wanted to see why you were always so tired on the Sundays I worked, so, I took the early shift and came back early"

"I'm glad I did, you girls got me so hot, I couldn't stand to watch without jumping in."

"Speaking of jumping in, I didn't know who was fucking me and got so excited at the prospect of someone other than you in me, I almost passed out when I came." 

I looked at her, "Janet, who else but me could it have been?" Maria said Jeff was going to pick her up at two and I almost guessed he was early" I was incredulous. "You mean you would have let Maria's husband, your son, fuck you and come in you?" Janet looked down at the floor and softly said," I was so hot, I didn't care who came in me. I was just a cunt to be filled and was waiting for Maria to go back down on me. When your cock entered me, I saw stars and came like never before." 

"Maria, do you want to get dressed before Jeff comes to pick you up?"

"Actually, I don't. I'm still so horny, I could fuck your husband AND Jeff AND anyone else who wants to fuck me." What do you say, Norm, "are you up for round two while your wife watch's?" I looked at Janet for her reaction and she just shrugged her sexy shoulders. "If Jeff knocks while I'm busy with Norm you can take him into the bedroom and fill him in on the new twist our friendship has taken." 

Maria took my hand and pulled me over beside her. We kissed and I got to feel those beautiful tit's my wife had been kissing. She reached down and began to squeeze my cock back to full length as I moved my kisses down her neck and to her nipples. As I began to suck at her tit's, I turned my head to see what reaction Janet was having to my sudden infidelity. Her left hand had reached out to grab Maria's right tit and her right hand slid down between her wet pussy lips. 

She said, "I might not be able to wait for Jeff. I might just cum again just watching you two. Maria and I really went at it with inspiration. I don't know what excited me more. Making it with my daughter or having Janet watch us. All I know is that I felt like I could stay hard all afternoon and take turns fucking the hell out of both women. 

Maria got on her hands and knees and I pushed into her from behind. Janet slid under Maria and began sucking her tit's Janet's finger was still locked into her snatch and I could see our moisture leaking onto the rug as she tried to bring herself off again. In the distance I heard the doorbell ring and Janet slid out from under Maria. I kept on pounding into her and I knew she wanted all I could give her. Janet had not returned and I was getting close to a powerful orgasm. Maria had already had her third one and was building to another strong contraction. Then it was on me. I shot stream after stream into Maria and she just moaned at each shot. 

We collapsed on to the floor in front of the fireplace and basked in the warm glow of the fire. I told her how good it had felt to come inside her and she whispered back that she now knew why swinging was so exciting. I asked her how long she had been going down on my wife and she admitted that for a little over 7 month's now she and Janet had been lovers. It started the snow day I had to work late and Jeff had been out plowing for 15 hours straight. Janet invited her over, they got sloshed and were lonely and horny. Well one thing led to another and my wife had to show Maria how to use her new vibrator. They had fucked themselves silly on it all day. 

We heard moans from the other room and realized that there were still some people getting satisfaction. We both got up and walked arm in arm to the bed room where Jeff was still on top of his Mom fucking her with short strokes. We started to get turned on again when Jeff let go inside of his mom. I could see his creamy sperm oozing out around his cock and Janet was telling him she loved the feeling of his hot come filling her up. Janet looked at the two of us and invited us into the bed. When Norm saw my wife hugging His wife, I could almost see him start to get hard again. Janet said, "Jeff, I want to watch you fuck Maria. Maybe Norm and I will get some inspiration and we could take notes." 

Maria laughed and said." If we took home videos, we could get inspired over and over again Janet, You want your husband turned on all the time. Let's video tape the next round." That's how it started 6 months ago. There was just one problem. I've had a vasectomy and Maria was never in any danger of getting pregnant. Maria was on birth control pills anyway. Janet, on the other hand, took all of Jeff's sperm inside her time and time again and got knocked up. 

Now I'm going to have to raise my son's kid. Janet is 3 months pregnant and just told me Maria went off the pill to get pregnant. I feel kind of strange thinking we were done raising kids and now we're going to raise more. Well, we have got quite the extended family now. Jeff love's fucking his Mom and I love fucking my daughter-in-law. Maria is some of the best pussy I have ever had and Jeff told his Mom that he never, ever imagined that she was such a good fuck and how tight and wanting her pussy is and he could not believe how great a cock sucker she was!



Janet & Norm's Party



Janet and I decided to have a party at our house one evening The night of the party, Janet was still getting ready when people started arriving and when she came out of the bedroom, even I had to whistle! Janet was dressed to kick ass. She was wearing an almost sheer, very low cut blouse, her tits were clearly visible and her nipples were very noticeable through the thin material and she was not wearing a bra. Barely covering her pussy and ass, she had on a short, I guess you could call it, mini skirt and no panty's! 

I guess I should tell you a little about Janet. She is 51 years old, 5'3", 115#, hazel eyes, blond, only on the top though, as she keeps her pussy hair neatly trimmed, 36c-27-37. She likes her nipples licked on, sucked on and played with and they are the size of a dime when they are hard. Janet loves oral sex, both giving and receiving and she does swallow. Janet is into, incest, she fucks her oldest son, Jeff, eats her daughter, Dee's pussy, fucks her nephew Mark and her niece, Teri and eats her daughter, Maria's pussy, gangbangs, just about anything except S/M and pain and she is bi. 

About 9 pm, I was getting a little tipsy already and I sat down on the couch next to Fred, a middle aged black guy. He was a little drunk by then also and we started casually talking, when Janet came up and ask me where another bottle of Canadian Club was, I told her and she winked and Fred and I, smiled and she left to get the bottle of booze. Fred couldn't help but stare at Janet's beautiful tits and after she left, he said that Janet was beautiful and had very nice tits and he would love to get her in bed and he thought she would be a very hot piece of ass and a great fuck. 

Little did he know how right he was. We talked for a while longer before I got up to go get me another drink. Janet was outside on the deck talking with her daughter, Dee, her niece, Terry, her daughter Maria and a few others. I could see that she was having a pretty good time and she was a little drunk too. Janet had one hand on Maria's ass, rubbing Maria's ass cheeks and I knew that Janet was getting horny. I remembered what Fred had told me and got an idea. 

I ask Janet to come here for a minute and when she did, I told her that some black guy had said she was beautiful, had great tits and that he would love to get her in bed because he thought she would be a great piece of ass and a great fuck. Janet smiled at me and ask if it were the black guy I was sitting with earlier and I told her that is was. Her eyes light up and she ask me if she should come on to him. 

I told her that that was for her to decide and that it was fine with me if she did and if that was what she wanted. She smiled at me, gave my cock a little squeeze and told me to wish her luck. I looked at her and told her that she did not need any luck and that she would more than likely get lucky! Janet said something to the girls and went into the house. I went over to Maria and started talking to her and before long, she was rubbing my cock through my jeans. I whispered into ear if she would like to go into the bedroom, I sure would like a blowjob. 

She smiled and gave my cock a big squeeze and I ask her if that was a yes. She smiled at me, gave my cock another squeeze and I reached up and took her tit in my hand, gave it a squeeze and told he to cum on. As we were going through the living room, Janet was setting next to Fred and she had her hand on his leg. I told Maria to hold on for just a minute, I wanted to see what Janet was going to do. She told me ok, so we stood next to Janet and Fred, listening to them talking. 

Janet leaned over enough so that Fred could look down her blouse and see her tits. She smiled at him and ask him if he liked what he seen. Fred was having a hard time, Maria and I both could see a bulge in his pants, but answered Janet, that yes he did and they were lovely. Then Janet ask him if he would like to see all of them and Fred almost fell off the couch! Janet told Fred to watch her and in a minute or two to follow her into the bedroom. 

The sweat broke out on Fred's forehead. As Janet got up and slowly walked to our bedroom, making sure that Fred was certain to see what room she went into. As soon as Janet got into the bedroom, she tore her cloths off and was standing there waiting for Fred, she reached over and turned the light off and was moving to get on the bed when Fred came in, he didn't notice yet that Janet was naked because his eyes were not yet accustomed to the darkness. Janet whispered to him to lock the door and moved nearer to him. 

Fred turned and locked the door and when he turned around, Janet came up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him to her and gave him a big, wet kiss. Fred nearly collapsed, but returned Janet's kiss. He still didn't realize that Janet was naked yet! Janet started unbuttoning his shirt as they continued kissing and when she had it unbuttoned, she pushed it off his arms and let it fall to the floor. She then pulled herself tight to Fred and it was then that Fred realized that Janet was topless and her beautiful tits were mashed to his chest! 

Janet reached to Fred's pants and unbuckled than, reached for his zipper and unzipped his pants and pushed them off him and let them fall to the floor. Fred stepped out of them and was standing there in just his socks and underwear. Janet reached down and took his socks off and on her way back up, hooked her thumbs in Fred's underwear and began taking them off. Fred's cock got caught in the elastic band, so Janet had to pull his underwear out and down and when she did, out fell the biggest, blackest cock she had ever seen. 

It had to have been at least 12 to 14 inch's long and thick! The thing was like a baseball bat. Janet just stared at Fred's cock! She couldn't believe the size of it. She took it in her hand and it didn't even come close to wrapping it around his cock. Janet knew right then that she had to have Fred's cock. She began stroking his cock, when Fred reached up and took Janet's tits in his hands and began squeezing and massaging them. Janet was already close to an orgasm and whispered in Fred's ear to get on the bed with her. 

Janet led Fred by his cock to the bed and they laid down, Janet never letting go of Fred's cock. Janet kissed Fred again, still stroking his cock. She told Fred how bad she wanted his cock and could hardly wait to get it in her pussy and for him to fuck her. Fred began playing with Janet's tits again and took his other hand and moved it to Janet's pussy. Fred began massaging Janet's pussy and a low moan escaped from her. He slid one finger into Janet's wet pussy and began finger fucking her. Janet increased the speed of her strokes on Fred's cock. 

Fred slid another finger into Janet's pussy and Janet had the first of her orgasms. Fred was close to cumming too and Janet, overcum with her own orgasm, didn't feel Fred's cock twitch and he shot a huge load of cum all over Janet and himself, gob after gob squirting from his cock. He couldn't believe the amount of cum he was spurting just from this sexy woman jacking him off! Janet, never let loose of his cock and her hand was covered with fresh, hot, creamy cum. 

Janet ask Fred to fuck her now, but he had another idea. He told Janet that if she would suck his cock, then he would give her a fucking she would never forget! Janet wanted to suck his cock, but she wanted him to fuck her first, realizing that she would get that cock in her pussy sooner if she gave him a blow job, she began kissing his neck, slowly moving downward, stopping to lick and clean the cum from Fred's chest and belly. 

Janet soon reached his hairline and the kinky, jet black hair was tickling her nose as she kissed lower and lower, finally reaching the base of Fred's cock. She began licking the long, hard, black shaft. When she licked down to the bottom of his cock, she started kissing and licking his balls. 

Janet took one of Fred's nuts in her mouth and began sucking gently on it, before moving the other and doing the same with it, when she took Fred's cock in her hand and began stroking his cock again. She finally stopped licking and sucking his balls and began kissing and licking his cock up and down the shaft again. Fred took Janet's head in both hands, pulled it up over the head of his cock and pushed down. Janet's mouth reached the head of his cock and she opened her mouth as wide as she could and slid her mouth over the head of Fred's cock. Fuck, it was so big, she didn't think she could get anymore into her mouth, but Fred was still pushing and Janet was surprised she was getting so much of it in her mouth. 

His cock finally hit the back of Janet's mouth and she began gagging a little. Fred let go of Janet's head and she began slowly bobbing her head up and down on as much of his cock as she could get in her mouth. Janet loved the warm, hard, black cock in her mouth. It was so hot and hard and big. 

Janet took Fred's cock out of her mouth long enough to tell him how delicious it was and she was going to enjoy giving him a blow job and lowered her mouth back onto Fred's cock again and began sucking him off again. Janet knew that she had a mouthful of cock! Fred's cock felt so good as Janet's mouth slid up and down it, her lips wrapped tightly around Fred's cock!

Janet took Fred's balls in her hand and began squeezing and massaging them as she gently sucked on his cock, that huge hunk of meat lodged in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down, her tits swaying, jiggling and bobbing to the motions of her mouth on Fred's monster cock. Janet would stop every so often to lick the drops of precum that formed at the tip of Fred's cock and loved the taste of it, knowing that before long she was going to taste gobs and gobs of it, hopefully filling her belly with warm, gooey, creamy, delicious, sperm from this black man and his cock. When Fred started moaning, it was like music to Janet's ears. 

She knew that Fred was close to blowing his load into her mouth and she was ready for it. Janet increased the speed of her head bobbing on Fred's cock, waiting for that delicious cum to start squirting into her mouth. She didn't have to wait long, with a grunt, Fred grabbed Janet's head and held it on his cock, Janet felt Fred's cock jerk and twitch and she knew that he was going to cum any second. 

Fred suddenly yelled, "fuck Janet, here I cum, her I cum, owww, here I cum" and with one big twitch, the sperm came blasting out of Fred's cock into Janet's mouth. Janet was not nearly ready for the amount of cum that came shooting from Fred's cock! His load was tremendous. His first squirt was more than most men cum altogether! Janet had all could do just to swallow that first stream of sperm that came shooting out of his cock, stream after stream pouring from Fred's cock. 

Swallowing as hard and as much as she could, Janet could not swallow it all. Cum started leaking out of the corners of her mouth, dripping off her chin, down onto her tits! With one final shot, a huge stream of sperm came blasting into Janet's mouth! With Fred's jerking and bucking from his cumming, Janet never took her mouth off his cock and as he lowered his hips back onto the bed, Janet kept his softening cock locked into her mouth.

She was not going to miss one drop of sperm from that beautiful cock. Janet had her mouth still on Fred's cock before she realized that it was not going to get completely soft and she was positive that she had milked every drop of sperm from Fred's cock, she let it slip from her mouth and she began licking what cum had gathered on Fred's cock and balls. When Janet was sure that she had cleaned his cock and balls off, she moved back up next to Fred and began scooping the sperm from her chin and tits, sticking her fingers into her mouth and cleaning the cum from them. 

Once she had cleaned up every drop of sperm, she licked her lips, looked at Fred and ask him if that would do and how did he like it. Fred just looked at Janet and told her that he had never had his cock sucked that good and that she was the best cocksucker he had ever met and that the brothers would love to get her in a gangbang. Janet told Fred that she would love for him to arrange a gangbang with all his friends for her, but for now she wanted to fuck and they could talk about and make the arrangements later! Janet took his cock in her hand and started stroking it again and it wasn't very many strokes before she felt Fred's cock getting hard again. 

She moved onto her back and told Fred to get on and bury that cock in her. Fred started to roll over and get on top of Janet, so she spread her legs as wide as she could while Fred got on her and she put Fred's cock up to her pussy and told him to fill her pussy with cock. There was a little resistance from the size of Fred's cock, but as wet as Janet's pussy was, it didn't take a lot before the head of Fred's cock slid into Janet's pussy. Fred stopped to allow Janet's pussy to get used to the size of his cock. 

Within seconds, Janet told his to "cum on baby, give mama that cock, fill my pussy, ram it home baby and fill my pussy with black cock, don't wait baby, let me have it all now" and Janet lunged upwards until Fred's cock was buried deep in her pussy, his balls resting against her ass. She had taken every inch of his cock! They settled back down on the bed and Janet ask Fred to just lay still for a moment or two and let her feel his cock filling and stretching her pussy, to feel it's hardness, it's heat, it' size in her. Janet's pussy was filled with more cock than ever before and she knew that this was going to be a fantastic fuck.

Janet looked into Fred's eyes and told him "to fuck her right now" and he slowly started thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy. On the 4th stroke, Janet had another orgasm and started meeting each thrust with one of her own. She was in another world. He pussy filled with the biggest, blackest cock she had ever known of, stretching her cunt to limits she could not believe and she was loving it. Nothing else mattered to her except the cock that was pounding her pussy at that moment. Fred increased the speed of his thrusts, his balls slapping Janet's ass every time his cock buried itself in her pussy. 

All Janet could do was moan, "oh fuck me, your cock is so wonderful, I'll never let you go, fuck me, fuck me, your cock feels so good filling my pussy, I'm so glad that you came to the party, fuck me Fred, fuck me, do you like fucking this old white woman?, I am your white whore weather you like it or not, I need your big, black cock, please don't ever stop fucking me, I love you and your cock, fuck me, please fuck me, harder, slam your cock in my pussy, use me as the slut I am now baby, fuck me, fuck me", Fred suddenly pulled his cock out and Janet screamed, "no, no, please put it back in" Fred told her to roll over and get on her hands and knees and Janet quickly did and as soon as she was in position, Fred moved in behind he and shoved his cock right back into Janet's pussy and began fucking her doggie style. 

Janet taking every thrust, her tits bobbing and flopping wildly with each of Fred's thrusts, she reached her hand behind her and took Fred's ball's in them and began squeezing and massaging them. Freed could feel another load of sperm building in his balls and knew he was going to blast it into Janet's pussy soon, but kept pounding away at Janet's Pussy. Janet felt Fred's balls tighten up and gave then one big squeeze and the sperm litterly shot from Fred's cock, overfilling Janet's pussy. Fred gave one big lunge and drove every bit of his cock into Janet's pussy and Janet screamed as she felt it splashing against the walls of her pussy. Fred's cum and Janet's pussy juices were dripping out of her pussy and pooling on the bed. 

They stayed like that for a few more minutes, letting the rush calm down before either moved, then they both collapsed onto the bed, Janet's pussy and legs, Fred's cock, balls and legs soaked with both their juices, sweat glistening from both their body's. They were both drenched. It was almost a full 5 minutes before either moved a muscle. Fred told Janet how great a fuck the she was and said it was too bad that they had not meet years ago and Janet told him how fantastic a fuck he was and her pussy had never had so much or as big a cock as his and how much she loved it and hoped that he was serious about getting his friends together with her for a gangbang. He told her that he was very serious and that he would start on it the first thing in the morning and he would call her when he had it all set up. 

He ask her if she had anyplace in mind and Janet ask him if her house would be ok. Fred ask he why her house and Janet told him that that way, all the guys there would know where she lived in case they ever wanted to cum over and fuck her again. Fred agreed that it was a good idea and ask her how soon she would be able to have them cum over. Janet ask him how soon he could get them together and bring them over and ask him if the next night would be ok. Fred told her that he would get as many of his friends together and he would bring them over tomorrow night. 

That got Janet horny again. She took Fred's semi hard cock in her hand and began stroking it and after a dozen or so strokes, she felt Fred's cock rising again. Janet kept her hand on his cock, rose up and squatted over Fred's cock, lowered her pussy to the head of his cock and plunged all the way down onto it and screamed as it hit bottom. Fuck, it felt like it was jammed clear up to her throat, from the inside! What a cock that man had and he was letting Janet have her way with it. 

Up and down Janet rode his monster cock! Her tits were flopping wildly and Fred just stared at them, only taking his eyes off them long enough to see his cock disappearing into Janet's cunt every time she slammed down onto him. He could not get over this white woman riding his cock. Fuck she was good and he was amazed how easily she took every inch of his cock. Janet was the first white woman that had ever taken it all. They had been fucking for over three hours and Janet wanted more! He was very glad that he had come to the party now as he lay there, letting Janet fuck him. 

He could not get over how good pussy she was. Fred had fucked other white women before, but none could come close to the one fucking him now and none had ever sucked his cock before, let alone swallow his cum. And the same was true for Janet. She had fucked other black men, but none could come close to the size or stamina of the cock she was riding and had filling her pussy! Fred began to feel that familiar tingling in his balls that he knew Janet was leading to him blasting another load of cum in Janet's pussy and he told Janet that he was going to pop a nut again soon. Janet could feel another orgasm building in her and she began riding Fred faster and harder. Fred reached up and took Janet's flopping tits in his hands and that did it for Janet! 

The orgasm hit her hard and she sank all the way down on Fred's cock and couldn't move, it was as if she was impaled on Fred's cock, shuddering as the orgasm overtook her while Fred let loose with huge shots of sperm. Janet could feel her pussy getting filled with shot after shot of Fred's warm sperm and that only added to her throngs of passion. The orgasm lasted for a full two or three minutes and when it subsided, Janet collapsed onto Fred and just lay on top of him. 

Suddenly and for some reason, it struck Janet that there were hardly any sound, except for the music, coming from outside the bedroom and she became very curious as to why. Fred was laying there with his eyes shut, when Janet mentioned that to him. She told him that maybe they should take a short break and rejoin the party and if he wanted, they could come back into the bedroom in a short while. Janet rolled off of Fred and gave a big sigh when his cock slipped out of her pussy, but if she had her way, it would not be long before it was filling her mouth and pussy again and she told Fred just that and he looked into her eyes and told he that he sure hoped that would be the case. 




Janet & Norm's Party



They got off the bed and got dressed and started to leave the bedroom. The sight that met them was amazing and they had to step back for a moment. There were people all over the house having sex. It was a full blown orgy! Janet looked around for Norm and finally found him on the floor in the living room. Maria was sucking his cock and he was eating some big titted brunette's hairy pussy. The sight was awesome. Dee was getting fucked by two guys and jacking off another. Teri was eating some woman's pussy while some guy was popping the cock to her. The rest of the people were in various stages of fucking and or sucking cock or eating pussy. 

No one noticed them come out of the bedroom and Janet told Fred to go back into the bedroom, they would get undressed and come back out and join in and they would fuck and suck among the others. They went back into the bedroom and then Janet got an idea. Why didn't Fred call some of his friends from there and see how many he could line up for the gangbang. Fred agreed and started calling them. As soon as he started calling, Janet reached and grabbed his cock and began stroking it. 

As soon as she felt it getting hard, she knelt down in front of Fred and began sucking his cock. She took her mouth off his cock and ask him if he would tell them that the woman for the gangbang was sucking his cock right at this moment and Fred did just that. It was exciting for Janet, her lover asking his friends if they wanted to come to a gangbang with a white woman while she was sucking his cock. 

Every one of Fred's friends agreed and he would bring them to Janet's that evening and Fred had only called eight of them. Fred finally hung the phone up and looked down at Janet's head bobbing on his cock, closing his eyes and savoring the pleasure Janet was administrating ton his cock and he knew that before long, he would fill her mouth and belly with another load of sperm. Janet had her hand on Fred's cock, stroking it as her head was bobbing on his monster cock and she grabbed his balls with her other hand and began rubbing and massaging them, hoping to get Fred to blow another load of sperm into her mouth. 

Janet stopped sucking Fred's cock, looked up at him and told him that she wanted to go into the other room with him and let everyone watch her suck his cock and swallow his sperm when he squirted it into her mouth. Janet led Fred by his cock into the center of the living room, had him lay down on the floor and she get down between his legs, dropped her mouth onto his cock and started giving him another blow job. It wasn't long before Janet heard someone say, "fuck me, look at the size of the cock Janet is sucking, that thing is a monster" 

Soon, everyone was watching Janet sucking Fred's monster cock and some started clapping and egging Janet on. Others were taking bets if she would swallow his cum or not. Maria in the meantime had stepped up to Fred and put her tit up to his mouth and he began sucking and nibbling on her nipples, first one then the other. Maria told everyone that when Janet was done sucking that cock, that it was hers next! Maria felt a hand on her pussy and when she looked to see whose it was, Janet already had two fingers in Maria's pussy and was finger fucking her frantically. 

Janet took Fred's cock out of her mouth and told Dee to come and play with his balls while she was sucking his cock and that would make him cum that much sooner. Dee came over and took Fred's balls in her hand as Janet went back to sucking Fred's magnificent cock, It wasn't long before Dee began kissing and licking Fred's cock herself. That was too much for Fred to handle and without warning, he exploded into Janet's mouth. Janet, caught unexpectedly, started gagging, but never took Fred's cock from her mouth and began swallowing the sperm that was gushing into her mouth. 

When Janet was sure that she had drained every drop of sperm from Fred's cock, she let it fall from her mouth and got up. A she did, Maria was kneeling in front of Fred and she was stroking his cock. Two guys grabbed Janet and led her to the couch and began mauling her. Their hands were all over her tits and pussy and she was getting turned on again! She knew that these guys would never come close to fucking her as good as Fred had, but the thought of someone fucking her and her sucking someone's cock at the same time was what got her horny again. 

Fucking, sucking cock and eating pussy went on the rest of the night. As Janet and I were getting in bed, I started thinking of her sloppy, wet, well eaten, well fucked, sperm filled pussy. I had never eaten Janet's pussy after she had fucked anyone and her pussy was full of cum, but for some reason, eating her pussy right then excited me. 

Janet laid down on the bed and I get between her legs and her eyes got big and she ask me what I was doing, but I never answered her and began licking and eating her pussy! The thought of me eating her cum filled pussy turned her on and her hips were rushing up to mash her pussy against my mouth as Janet had another orgasm. I crawled up next to Janet and we fell asleep in each other's arms.



Janet Becomes a Black Cock Slut



Part I     

Charlie and Janet had been married three years and they were a fun loving couple who enjoyed living life to its fullest. He was a successful business-to-business salesman for a local company and she was a loan closer for a large Texas regional bank. They purchased a home less than a year after they married in a suburb west of Dallas six miles from DFW International Airport. They were industrious and worked hard and played hard. They had more than enough money to satisfy their obligations along with money to spend for those things that interested them. Charlie had money when they were married. 

Janet was a pretty, yet practical young wife, although she often thought of herself more as a girl than the desirable woman she had become. Men constantly ogled her and checked out her attractive face and intriguing figure, although she remained oblivious of their interests. She was twenty-six years old, but she still was often asked for her driver's license when she stopped at the liquor store to buy a bottle of wine for dinner or carded when they went clubbing. She stood five feet six inches tall with strawberry blonde hair that she wore around her shoulders except when she ran at night. She had been on the track team in high school and she loved to run. Her measurements were 34C/25/36 and she weighed a hundred and twenty-four pounds. She had sparkling blue eyes that were bright, inquisitive and unintentionally sexy. Janet's easy-going, almost sensual smile had grown out of an impish pixie like grin she'd had since a small girl. Her firm breasts rode high on her chest and her thick nipples, which were unusually sensitive, capped mocha colored aureoles. She was what her mother described as "long wasted" and her narrow waist widened above a delightful ass to curvaceous hips on her long, muscular legs. 

Janet had not been easy or sexually promiscuous, experienced except for one noteworthy exception, when she had met her husband. However, judged her by her sensuous face and seductive figure most men thought she'd been around the block more than once. Something about her made her exude sexuality without a conscious effort on her part. That's not to say she was totally innocent about sex. She had a unique talent for pleasing a guy, which she'd acquired as a freshman at Mesquite High School. She'd grown up in a lower middle class home, but her had parents preached 'family values' and she hadn't been permitted to associate with those teenagers her parent's considered to be fast or promiscuous. Her father worked nights for the evening newspaper and pitched on their softball team, told racist jokes and he was a bigot. Since her parents didn't have money, Janet had worked summers while attending community college in Dallas and later in Austin when she'd attended the University of Texas. 

When Janet was in the ninth grade she dated a senior linebacker on their state championship football team, one of the team captains. She had never been on a 'car date' before David and she had limited dating experience when he'd first asked her to go to a movie. In fact, no boy had ever touched her maturing young breasts before David. The first time she allowed him to take her bra off and he had sucked her nipples she'd become highly aroused and Janet was a very passionate girl. They dated most of his senior year and he tried every way possible to get into her panties. Eventually she became comfortable enough with him to let him play with her pussy and he'd managed to finger fuck her to orgasm on a number of occasions, but she didn't let him fuck her. His crowning achievement had been to convince her to play with his large dick. She began to jack him off and then his continuous urging coupled with her natural curiosity led her to perform oral sex upon him. She'd been curious about guys and he helped her satisfy her curiosity. They made out when they had the chance and after she had sucked his dick the first couple of times she realized that a sense of empowerment came over her when she sucked a guy's dick. She had control of him and she could tease him and lead him along and determine when he'd cum. She learned she loved sucking a hard dick and the power she felt when she had a guy's dick in her mouth and she became exceptionally good it. She learned that 'swallowing a guy's cum was the icing on the cake for her' as she told her husband years later. She had always been a 'swallower' and not a 'spitter' and guy's liked that. 

Her senior year of high school she graduated tenth in her graduating class and by that time she'd sucked a lot of dicks and become a true professional, although she didn't know it. At both her local community college and at UT Austin, she continued her unique avocation in this area. One night while at UT Janet had been at a club with several of her sorority sisters and she sucked off seven guys who were Kappa Sig's. She had not even known four of them, but they waited in line for their turn with her and she had not disappointed them. Most guys found it more satisfying if a girl didn't quit sucking their dicks as soon as they began cumming in her mouth. They liked to watch a girl who was eager to swallow their cum. She didn't stop to think about it, but sucking guy's cocks was probably why she hadn't been fucked like her girlfriends. By the time she met Charlie she'd been to bed with only one guy and he hadn't been concerned with her satisfaction so she was sexually untapped. 

She loved to suck Charlie's seven and a half inch dick and she'd told him, "His penis was the perfect size." Janet had always been shy and a little self-conscious especially about feminine hygiene. So she had gone to great efforts to insure that she was always clean and without any odor that some girl's had. The first time Charlie had gone down on her he learned she'd had the sweetest tasting pussy he'd ever eaten and he'd really enjoyed it. Not to mention that Janet could orgasm easily and repeatedly. Each orgasm she experienced insured that her next orgasm would be more both quicker to occur and more intense. Licking her clit drove her crazy and she preferred that it be licked 'gently and very quickly'. Charlie loved oral sex with her and sometimes they would sixty-nine for hours. He made her orgasm repeatedly when he went down on her and he enjoyed listening to her moaning underneath him as she climaxed. He had great stamina and after she'd experienced eight or ten orgasms he would fuck her silly. However, while she enjoyed intercourse with him, she had never had an orgasm on his cock. 

Charlie came home one evening in May and told her, "To get her bathing suit, he'd signed them up to take scuba lessons." She was excited! He'd done this for their anniversary. She was very pleased with her husband's thoughtfulness. She'd told him when they married, "She wanted to learn to scuba dive." That evening they attended their first class at a dive shop in Carrolton, Texas. At the dive shop they filled out a bunch of forms and had their pictures taken before they purchased their masks, snorkels, fins and booties. Janet's two-piece bathing suit wasn't a bikini but her erect nipples and camel toe were glaringly apparent to every male in the class. They talked with the other students in their class after they completed their compulsory swim and then changed out of their wet bathing suits. Janet drew her normal amount of male attention. She never wore a bra except to work; she didn't like them and didn't need one. She'd put on a pair of shorts, which displayed her toned legs and a sleeveless blouse and combed her wet hair back out of her face into a ponytail. The best part about her blouse was the fact that her ripe breasts swung freely underneath it and with the angle cut and looseness under her arms every male in the class was provided with an excellent view of her ripe tits. They went to class two times a week, completed simple homework assignments and learned basic underwater skills in their swimming pool. The two instructors were attentive to this attractive young woman and eager to help her with any of her underwater exercises where she might need assistance. But, she was an excellent swimmer and a good student and she didn't require any assistance much to their disappointment. Three weeks later, after an 'open water' weekend at Lake Travis, they were certified as Open Water Divers. In July they took an advanced class and were certified as Advanced Divers. They scheduled their first blue water diving trips for Mexico and Honduras the following September and October.

Charlie and Janet had a great sex life. He was ten years older than her and he'd always been a little obsessive-compulsive in his personality; he definitely was obsessive when it came to sex. He surprised her with lovemaking skills she knew nothing about. Since he was years older and had been married previously there wasn't a lot about sex he didn't know and he never failed to satisfy her sexual needs. He was only five feet ten inches tall and weighed one hundred and seventy pounds. However, he'd worked out all his life and he was very muscular. His blue eyes and brown hair, and knowing, confident look had drawn her to him much as he had attracted many other women. He'd attended a well-known private university in Dallas where he had earned two degrees along with academic honors. His engaging personality and sharp mind constantly captivated her intelligence, as well. They were happy with each other and she was grateful that she'd met him following his divorce from a previous marriage.

Charlie had been married to a girl named Linda who he'd married after he'd completed his enlistment in the army. Linda was a very attractive brunette who had graduated from the same school he'd attended six years earlier. She'd been a cheerleader and a Homecoming Queen and her measurements were 36D/23/36. She had a body like the proverbial brick shithouse and oozed sex appeal. They'd been married for seven years and Charlie had shared her with a few of his friends and he'd never had to encourage her to have sex with another man. He'd though they loved each other and loved sex and could separate one from the other. He'd enjoyed watching her climaxing on other men's dicks at which point he'd fuck her, too. She loved sex and she'd enjoyed a couple of threesomes with Charlie. He especially enjoyed fucking her after a few of his friend's had and her pussy was full of cum. He thought 'sloppy seconds' was an extremely interesting experience and they'd enjoyed it, but he'd had no interest in licking another man's semen out of her. Linda became involved in an affair with a man with whom she worked and when Charlie found out they agreed upon a divorce. He had no regrets about his first marriage and Janet was certainly not Linda. He determined before they married that he wouldn't share Janet with any other man. But as time went by he found out that old habits were sometimes difficult to overcome.

Charlie remembered the concupiscent thrills he'd enjoyed watching Linda fucking other men. He began to embellish those times and how exciting they had been. Then, he began to wonder what it would be like to share Janet with another man and sometimes when they made love he fantasized that it was not he, but another man making love to her. After fighting an internal battle within himself he finally succumbed to his past. 

It was almost a year later when Charlie shocked Janet when he told her, "He wanted to share with her with another man." They were sitting on the sofa in the living room watching a video and he'd put his arm around her and kissed her neck, looked into her eyes and said, "He wanted to watch her making love with another man." He explained to her, "Since he was ten years older than her and 'he'd been around' and he thought it only fair." Janet wasn't ready for that and she didn't know how to respond to him.  

Janet quickly asked Charlie, "Do you want to be with another woman?" He responded, "Not at all, I'm talking about you Sweetheart, not me. You've only been with one other man besides me and fleetingly at that. I think if you have the opportunity to experiment with a few other men in a non-threatening environment, you'd enjoy it," and he commented, self-deprecatingly, "I don't know everything there is when it comes to sex, perhaps you'll learn something you can teach me." She thought he must have really thought this through because he told her, "She was extremely hot and it wasn't her fault that she'd missed out on a lot of things growing up with her strict parents." Then he said, "Personally, I think the more experience you have the better sex will be between us. I don't want you to feel I don't think it's not great. I just think you might enjoy the opportunity. I love you and I know you love me and I'm secure in that. I think you can separate love and sex from each other." In short, her husband surprised her more than he'd known. Janet replied, "I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in that," and then she paused a moment before she said, "At least right now, but I'll think about it." 

In truth, she'd put him off. But, she couldn't forget what they'd discussed or put it totally out of her mind. She thought about it from time to time and the more she thought about it, the more turned on she became. She'd have been the first to admit her sexual experiences had been severely limited; compared to Charlie that was an understatement. He'd come from an upper middle class background and with his good looks and persuasive personality he'd been with lots of women and he'd been married. Sometimes they made love for a couple of hours and he'd wear her out in bed. In truth, he wanted to watch his wife with another man, as he had with Linda, but she didn't know that. Over the next six months Janet realized she'd become more interested in her husband's proposal than she'd first realized. For the first time in her life she became conscious of other men checking her out. Several men had even caught her staring at them and had smiled at her. She'd blushed and Janet looked especially attractive when she blushed. Then, when they were out in public, Charlie began to call her attention to particular men and ask her if she found them to be attractive? Sometimes this subject was the sole topic of their conversation when they were in public together until Janet learned her husband would get off the subject when she agreed that a certain man was attractive and appealed to her.

Charlie continued to pressure her to fulfill his fantasy although he knew it was wrong. He took Janet to several adult bookstores not far from where they lived. She found that to be an eye opening experience for a sheltered young woman who'd grown up in a puritanical, bordering on strict, home environment. She saw other couples and even women in these bookstores and that had made her feel a little more comfortable. She was embarrassed and surprised as she looked at all the different sex toys along with a seemingly endless supply of videos and lubricants, whips, blindfolds, restraints and even women's clothing. They looked through some of the videos and DVD's and Charlie rented a half dozen of them. When they viewed them Janet couldn't forget the things she'd seen, many of which excited her. After that visit, Charlie began to bring more videos home for her to watch from time to time. 

Janet found these DVD's and tapes stimulating and she was naturally curious. She'd always been extremely passionate and she possessed a strong sex drive. Growing up, she began to masturbate in the sixth grade and she loved it. She masturbated in the bathtub every night, sometimes for over an hour. She had mixed emotions when he began to bring home different sex toys for her, but after she'd used a couple of them and experienced heated orgasms she changed her mind. She found she really liked several of them. Several nights a week Charlie set out her favorite vibrator, which was her Magic Wand, along with several dildos and the latest tapes and tells her, "To get naked." He told her, "Put on a robe if she felt more comfortable, at least, until he left. But, he wanted her to watch the tapes and experiment with her toys while he worked out." He worked out at Gold's Gym not far from their house four nights a week. He told her, "When I get home I want to make love and I'll see you in an hour and a half." When he returned they made love and since she was already primed and they had great sex.

She watched unbelievably well-endowed black men fucking very hot young white women. She watched a lot of interracial sex with black men, some of whom she found quite attractive. These beautiful white women would usually suck the black men's dicks while they played with the women's clits and engaged in what she'd call 'foreplay'. Janet referred to these men's dicks as 'donkey dicks' because they were huge. She had been surprised to see a large number of the women wearing wedding rings. She didn't know how these women could take dicks that large inside their vaginas. Some were as big as her arm. Janet wondered how a dick that big would feel inside her own vagina. 

In some videos the women's husbands were with them. They had to be married because of their wedding rings and she watched closely as the women often choked and gagged on the unbelievably large black cocks they were sucking. In many videos, she saw their husbands watching and masturbating at the same time. Their white dicks were much smaller than the black men's dicks. In other videos, 'husbands' sucked the wife's lover's black cock before they fucked their wives. In some videos white husbands guided a black man's oversized cock into the white woman's pussy. In many videos, she watched husbands licking their wife's pussy after a black man had filled it with his cum. They were actually eating the black men's sperm out of their women! She was certain the women weren't faking their orgasms; their curled toes and the look of sheer ecstasy upon their faces said it all. They had to be experiencing out of this world orgasms. She didn't know how they could take dicks that size, but they sure seemed to be in heaven.

She also watched a lot of beautiful girls making out with other girls and she quickly became turned on. When she'd been thirteen she'd taken a bath with her cousin, Susan, and stroking each other in the bathtub had created strange, but wonderful feelings inside both of them. Then, she saw these girls pleasing each other and often they engaged in 'sixty-nines', her favorite number. Girls talking to other girls were soon kissing and making out with them even if one of them didn't want to at first. The girls would be kissing and caressing each other before they began to run their hands over each other and then they took their clothes off. Soon their deep kissing evolved into sucking each other's breasts and nipples and then they were fingering each other. Janet became especially excited when they began to lick each other's clits and she'd turn her Magic Wand on 'high' and pretend she was one of them. For some reason, the idea of making love with another woman turned her on a great deal and she knew after her experience with Susan she'd like to have sex with another woman. She didn't share that with Charlie, but she would cum again and again. When Charlie got home from the gym they'd make love and it was always great. 

She knew he was serious when he continued to bring up the idea of 'sharing her' with another man. He explained, "It would make sex better for both of them and he said it would turn both of them on". One of the reasons she was thinking about it all the time now was because he brought the subject up so much, especially when they were making love and she was about to orgasm. He'd tell her to fantasize it was someone she'd met who she'd found particularly attractive or some man in one of the videos she'd watched that she liked and he was making her cum. He'd always been persuasive and he was beginning to sell her on his idea. She understood why he was such a good salesman. 




Janet Becomes a Black Cock Slut



Charlie began to buy her all kinds of La Mer makeup, which she knew was very expensive. He bought her lipstick, mascara, eye shadow, glitter and expensive perfumes. There were several different levels of Revlon lipstick that Revlon made. He always bought her the top of the line and she had a glass bowl on her granite makeup counter in the master bath filled with every lipstick Revlon made. He bought her sexy, quite revealing clothing; miniskirts, see-thru blouses, pantyhose, and even a large selection of dancewear and club wear. He even bought her several whips and a couple of pair of handcuffs, thumb cuffs, and a spreader bar and a few other bondage items. She was uncertain where that came from. 

They had a cedar pergola on their patio in the backyard. One week, Charlie brought her a few BDSM videos and she watched them intently. She didn't like pain but control over another person seemed interesting. The next night, he'd had her chain him to their pergola, naked. His back faced their patio door so he couldn't look inside. She'd handcuffed his hands over his head and placed a spreader bar between his ankles and chained them to cedar six by six timbers. She put a ball-gag in his mouth that she tied behind his head. At that point Janet felt an internal sensation of power radiate through her. Her husband was at her mercy and she liked the feeling of power she held over him. She whipped him like his Mistress had once done, maybe even a little harder. He was tough and she wanted to see him flinch, but he didn't. They'd agreed in advance after she 'disciplined' him she'd shut the patio door and leave him chained outside, naked. She'd go inside and watch either BDSM videos again or some interracial videos. He'd brought several videos home where a white couple entertained 'a black bull' whatever that was. Once she'd watched the videos while using her toys she'd come outside and have him lick her pussy and then they'd make love.

She didn't feel like watching any videos, at least not that night. She was in control of her husband that evening and she enjoyed it. After she'd 'disciplined' him she smiled at him and went inside and took all her clothes off. She touched up her makeup and went back outside, naked herself, 'to check on him'. She smiled inwardly as she saw his eyes widen appreciatively when he looked at her. Her sensuous face, luscious breasts capped by mocha colored aureoles and oversized nipples tapering to her narrow waist, pink pussy and tight ass was too much. She smiled at him, and shook her head, 'No", before she lay down on their chase lounge in front of him. She smiled suggestively and spread her long legs wide apart as her hands traveled over her body. She sucked on her fingers and rubbed her saliva around one nipple and then the other nipple, which grew even more erect. She sucked on the fingers of her right hand before it dipped between her thighs to her pussy and she began stroking her clit. She sucked her fingers again and her fingers began to move faster over her clit. She sucked on her fingers again and now they moved more rapidly over her clit and she closed her eyes as she moved her fingers even faster over her clit. Then she licked the fingers of her left hand and while she masturbated herself with her right hand she began to fuck her pussy with the fingers of her left hand. Charlie's cock stood straight out from his body pointing toward their fence, which separated their house from their neighbors. Now, his young wife supported herself only on her shoulders and heels while her hand furiously rubbed her swollen clit. The veins in her neck and in her forehead stood out as she began to uncontrollably fuck her tight ass upwards again and again on the fingers of her left hand that she buried in her pussy. Janet was cumming, violently cumming. 

She fell back upon the lounge, but she kept her fingers inside her pussy. In less than a minute she licked her fingers and then she resumed moving them rapidly over her swollen clit. From time to time, she'd pause and lick her fingers and then resume masturbating. Within five minutes she was cumming on her fingers again only much more intensely this time. Then, she fell back onto the chaise lounge, breathing heavily. She rested a minute and then resumed the abuse of her almost pea sized clit. Slower, faster, slower, faster, Janet teased her clit and her husband, not necessarily in that order. This went on for about fifteen minutes until only shoulders and heels supported her again as her body arced off the couch. Fingers flew over her clit and then her she began fucking upwards on those fingers once again as she exploded in another massive orgasm. She fell back upon the chaise lounge and rested for a few minutes and then she opened her eyes and smiled lewdly at her husband as she removed her fingers from her pussy and put them in her mouth and sucked on them, tasting herself. 

Janet walked over to her husband and took his stiff dick and said, "Looks like you have a problem." She began to jack him off and he struggled, he wanted to fuck her. She looked up at him and shook her head, "No" and smiled as she jacked him off faster and faster. She lowered her head and took only the very tip of his throbbing cock into her mouth and sucked him hard before she resumed jacking him off. After twenty minutes she felt his hard dick grow larger and harder and she squeezed it hard and smiled at him. She continued jacking him off, only much faster, and within a few minutes his dick erupted, spewing thick spurts of semen into the night toward the fence that separated their yard from their neighbors. She continued jacking him off until he stopped cumming. That was the last time he suggested any discipline or bondage games to her.

Part II                  



They began to go to swinging singles clubs essentially 'meat markets' that's what she'd called them in Austin. They went every weekend and most of the girls were hot, if not a little cheap, and the guys were buff or horny or both. She began to notice that different men were checking her out. Charlie had bought her sexy tops, short skirts and several complete outfits of revealing clothing. She'd never had anything like this in her sheltered life. They went shopping together and she found some clothing at Kohl's and Dillards that she liked. She discovered if she looked in the Juniors Department for something teenage girls wore, it often would be quite sexy on her. He told her to put her make up on a lot heavier than she ordinarily would have. She never wore a bra except to work and he knew he wasn't the only guy who enjoyed looking at her breasts and erect nipples. He made a point of telling her not to wear one anyway. He wanted her to show off her assets and he secretly wanted to make her look like a whore. He didn't understand why, but for some reason the thought excited him. Janet had been excited, too. She'd never done anything like this before and she found it exciting.

Janet was a dancing fool and she began to look forwards to going out every weekend. They'd explored different clubs and Charlie was always looking for a club 'hotter' than the ones where they'd been. He looked for clubs where a large number of single men hung out that were popular. He reasoned that type of club drew good-looking women and his wife was a very good-looking woman. They were at a club one weekend when she wanted to dance to a particular song and he said, "Sure." They walked onto the dance floor and she learned very quickly that her husband didn't know how to dance, at all. He thought he did, but he really didn't. She tried to teach him and he tried hard to learn, but it was as if he had two left feet. 

However, they continued to go clubbing every weekend. One evening he'd gone to the men's room when the disc jockey happened to play one of her favorite songs. She wanted to dance badly when this good-looking guy saw her sitting by herself and asked her to dance. She smiled her normally sensuous smile at him and said, "I'd love to dance with you." She was having so much fun dancing with him that when Charlie returned to their table and she wasn't there he thought she'd gone to the ladies room. He finally spotted her during a slow song when she smiled and waved at him. His dick hardened immediately when he saw an attractive man holding her against him. When the guy brought her back to their table she introduced him to her husband. On the way home he told her that he'd been surprised at how aroused he'd become watching her dancing. 

He suggested that since he didn't know how to dance and she loved it as much as she did that she could dance with other men. She agreed with him, since she loved to dance. She replied, "She wouldn't argue with that. He knew how much she enjoyed dancing." But, when she tried to find other men to dance with her, she didn't have any luck. She even asked a few guys on her own and Charlie realized how deflating that it must have been to her ego when one guy told her, "Later." He was determined to find a way where she could dance with other men. He couldn't understand it. His wife may not have been gorgeous, but she was extremely good looking.

She thought about their situation and said, "The night that man asked me to dance I was sitting by myself; you weren't with me." When we walk into a club together, no one will ask me to dance. The following weekend they were on their way to a club that was rumored to be a 'hot club' when Charlie had an idea. He suggested to her that he drop her off at the club's entrance and she go in by herself. After he'd parked their car, he'd come into the club and buy a drink and just watch. She told him, "If I'm dancing with a guy and having a good time I don't want you to come up to us and bother me." He replied, "You know I wouldn't do that. I want to watch you having a good time with other men who know how to dance because you enjoy it so much. I like watching you, anyway. I'll buy a drink or two and chill while watching you and other couples dancing." He gave her twenty dollars to buy a couple drinks and dropped her off at entrance to the club and told her to, "Have fun."

She was wearing a short gold skirt, which ended about four inches above her knees that evening and it looked sexy on her tanned legs. With her tan she didn't wear hose and she didn't need them. She wasn't wearing panties, either. Charlie had argued with her for six weeks before she caved and finally agreed not to wear any. She wore an especially revealing beige knit top. He'd bought her two identical tops in Mexico that she'd liked and both of them had recognized how hot she looked wearing them. Her top was loose at the bottom and ended above her waist, which left some of her slim tanned stomach exposed. It buttoned down the front and the knitting was in small squares, which you could easily see through. He suggested she leave the top three buttons unbuttoned, which left half of her delicious breasts exposed. Without a bra her large mocha colored aureoles and thick nipples were visible, but they'd reasoned most nightclubs were a little dark, anyway. Besides, she'd observed many women wearing equally provocative clothing.

As soon as she entered the club a good looking man asked her to join him and his companion at their table. She was checking her coat when they invited her to sit with them. She saw that the club was crowded and she'd have to wait for a table if she didn't, so she accepted his invitation. The music was loud and eclectic and she liked the club's atmosphere. It reminded her of a club where she'd danced in Austin. She'd already had a double Long Island Tea at home so she was already a little loose. The men asked her what she was drinking and when she told them they asked the waitress to bring her another Long Island Tea. One man asked her to dance and led her out onto the dance floor. He was a pretty good dancer and she was having more fun dancing with him than she'd had in a long time. 

His friend interrupted them shortly and announced, "It was his turn to dance with her." So she danced with him for a while and she enjoyed being with him, too. She'd didn't see Charlie, but she wasn't concerned. He'd be there watching out for her as he always did. Janet was having fun and Charlie had found a table and he was happy. He'd been pissed off when as attractive a woman as his wife was no men had asked her to dance. Watching her it seemed to him that she was beginning to really get wound up and she seemed to enjoy all the male attention she was getting. Those guys were fawning all over her, he thought to himself. Why shouldn't they? She was one of the hottest women in the club.

The two men she had met had given Janet's ego a big boost although she didn't realize it at the time. Soon, she was dancing with the first guy again and as he held her against him she felt his erection brush against her abdomen through the sheer material of her skirt. She didn't realize that her pussy was wet, but that could have been the alcohol. The club was crowded and Janet was hot, almost perspiring. When they sat down she finished the drink she'd been drinking. When their waitress walked by their table one of the men ordered another round of drinks. Janet felt really good since she had a serious buzz going. She didn't hear the man tell their waitress, "She wants a double," referring to Janet. She didn't pay any attention to the younger of the two men when his leg pressed against her own. And, when she didn't move her leg the man placed his hand upon her thigh, but she didn't stop him. Instead, she'd smiled at him. These guys were just cutting loose and having a good time.

The first guy went to the bathroom and in a little while came back with another man whom he introduced to Janet. He'd brought her another Long Island Tea. She told him laughingly, "She couldn't drink anymore. She already had a buzz going," but she enjoyed all of their attention and took it anyway. She walked onto the dance floor with Shawn, his friend. Shawn's hand was on her waist under her top as he led her to a corner of the dance floor. He was a lot better looking than either of the men with whom she'd been dancing. Shawn had what her girlfriend, Rita, who always got her in trouble with her folks, called 'bedroom eyes.' Of course, Rita should know, she had gone to bed with enough men. Shawn held her close to him and she felt his big dick rubbing intimately against her stomach, almost against her pussy, through the thin fabric of her gold skirt. He was a little bit forward, she thought, but she liked the way it felt against her. She knew she had turned him on and that made her feel good. His continued contact began to affect her, but she maintained her contact with him, anyway. Without realizing it, she was becoming sexually aroused, herself. Shawn's hand held her against him and casually caressed and cupped her ass from time to time. She had a great ass so she enjoyed it when his hand cupped her ass cheeks and she just smiled although she probably should have told him, "No." She had not had much to eat before they left home and the alcohol was beginning to get to her.

She must have had three Long Island Teas, she thought or had it been four, not counting what she'd had at home? Well, it didn't matter. What was important was that she was having more fun than she'd had in a long time. They were dancing to a slow song in a secluded corner of the crowded club away from the main dance floor. Shawn's hand was gently caressing her neck when his other hand, which had been at her waist moved up under her loose top. Before she could say, "don't," his hand began squeezing and kneading her sensitive breasts, teasing her thick, sensitive nipples, which were already erect. She knew she got into trouble when she let a guy do that, but it had been too long since she'd been with anyone besides her husband. She thought he couldn't see them, anyway, not where they were dancing. Shawn pinched and twisted her sensitive nipples and he heard her moan softly somewhere deep in her throat. 

Shawn concentrated on Janet's turgid nipples, teasing them between his thumbs and forefingers. He heard her breathing increase and she moved slightly away from him to allow his hands greater freedom of movement. He looked into her sensuous face and knew she wanted him to continue. He felt her body against his and he knew his hands were turning her on. In less than a minute she placed her hands on top of his as if to say, "That's nice, don't stop." His dick hardened in his pants even more and he smiled suggestively at the hot young woman dancing in front of him. Janet watched Shawn casually unbutton the two remaining buttons of her short top. Her top was now completely open, hanging loosely from her shoulders. "Damn," he thought to himself, this was his lucky night. "She is fucking ravishing and she wants it badly, I'm going to fuck her brains out!" Her ripe breasts capped by mocha colored aureoles and thick nipples were inches from his face. She moved closer to him and put her arms around his neck before placing her right on the back of his head and arching her back towards him. She had lifted her breasts and offered them to him! He lowered his face to her chest and his mouth closed upon the thick nipple of her right breast sucking on it long and hard and he felt it swell and grow rigid in his mouth before he moved to her other breast. His mouth and tongue passionately sucked each of her sensitive nipples, first one and then the other and then they were all over her swollen breasts. Janet's head rolled backwards, her eyes closed and mouth open, as she ground her hips shamelessly against Shawn's swollen dick to the music's primeval beat. 

She knew she should be ashamed, but she loved having her nipples sucked. Damn, she thought to herself, I've missed this so much. It was bizarre, but she enjoyed his mouth, lips, tongue, and teeth on her breasts. She knew she should stop him but she didn't want to. It felt so good and it had been way too long since a different man had done this to her. She'd missed feeling the way she felt at this moment she thought and besides, her husband wanted her to enjoy it. She'd forgotten how much she liked men. She wasn't aware she'd lost all track of time or that she'd been with these men for over three hours. 

Charlie was pleased; he enjoyed watching his wife, when he could see her. He realized he had never lost his voyeuristic tendencies and he didn't care. She finally broke away from Shawn's embrace and smiled at him sensuously as she buttoned her top or tried to before she told him she needed to sit down. When he walked her back to their table her legs were shaking so much he had to help steady her. She sat down briefly and thanked all of the men who'd bought her drinks and who she'd danced with during the evening. Shawn tried to get her to leave with him but she smiled and said, "No." They asked for her telephone number and she gave them a fake number, which they'd find out was phony as soon as they tried to call her. 

She looked around and saw her husband and walked a little unsteadily over to where he sat. He noticed she was perspiring. Rivulets of sweat ran between her breasts and down her cheeks. Her face was flushed and he could see she was really buzzed. Only one button of her top had been re-buttoned and it barely held her skimpy top on. He loved her to wear that sexy top, which accentuated the contour of her ripe breasts. She didn't tell him that Shawn had sucked her aching nipples or how hot he'd made her or how much she'd enjoyed grinding her pussy against a strange dick for a change. She'd teased him shamelessly. He'd thought he was going to fuck her. Her pussy needed to be fucked, badly, but Charlie would take care of that.

He took his wife's hand and placed it discreetly on his hard cock. Janet slurred to him, "Every man in this club including my husband has a hard dick." They were sitting in a booth while he finished his drink and he had his hand on her thigh. He put his hand under her short skirt on her labia and then he put three fingers inside her slick pussy. She smiled at him and whispered, "Yeah, they made me wet. I need to be fucked so take me home and fuck me." They both knew she'd enjoyed being with the men and that turned Charlie on. They got their coats and left the club. He told her how hot she looked dancing as they drove home. When they got home he told her once again, "You really looked hot dancing with them, especially with the last guy. All three of them wanted to fuck you." Janet grinned. She smiled sensually at him and said, "I know, one of them even told me he did and I almost wanted him too" She didn't share anything else with him about Shawn. She'd really enjoyed the way he'd sucked her nipples so passionately. 




Janet Becomes a Black Cock Slut



When they made love that evening and he went down on her, he told her, "I want you to think about those guys. I want you to fantasize that the third guy you danced with is licking your pussy, not me. When you cum I want you to think about Shawn and his hard dick. I want you to pretend he's making you cum. Then, I want you to imagine that all three of them fucked you and then you sucked each of their dicks so you could make them hard so they could fuck you again. Fantasize that one of them is fucking you doggy style while you're sucking each of his friends off. When he cums inside you his friend takes his place... You are cumming on their dicks and your pussy is leaking their cum all over your ass and onto the bed." Every time she came that evening, she came violently and her orgasms were unusually intense while she thought about the stranger who'd sucked her tits and what her husband had said. This was the first time she'd fantasized about fucking other men while her husband was making love to her, but it wouldn't be the last. At the time, she didn't understand why it excited her the way it did. 

They continued going to swinging singles clubs and Charlie dropped her off at the club's entrance and she went in by herself. They decided that was the reason why other men had not asked her to dance. She danced with lots of different men now. Her parents never permitted her to go out with 'fast guys' growing up, but she danced with them every weekend. She was surprised to find she enjoyed being with them. She knew her libido was being constantly stimulated as a result of what she'd been exposed to and she was only human. Janet thought about her husband's discussion of 'sharing her'. While she wasn't to the point of granting her husband his request, she'd been leaning that way for a long time, now. She'd thought about it so much now that she thought of little else. She thought perhaps she was trying to psych herself into taking that step. She had no problem with a caress here and there and even a little kiss or two with a man she liked. Charlie had been right; things were sure hot in bed for them afterwards. 

Part III



She'd recently read an article in Cosmopolitan about the reason a woman's sexual desire for her husband diminishes over time. The article went on to state that it was absolutely normal for a wife to experience a very real increase in her sexual desire for other men. Janet knew her sexual desires were increasing and would continue to increase. Evidence clearly suggested that a married woman was instinctively inclined to seek a variety of sexual partners while a man's sexual drive was easily manipulated and a single partner could satisfy him. The article went on to explain that men can get nearly the same level of satisfaction from masturbating as they do by completing a sexual act with a woman while this wasn't true in the case of women. Further, a man would do anything for his wife responding to the hint of male competition, real or imagined. A wife could literally write the rules for her marriage, which would satisfy both her and her husband and permit her to enjoy multiple sexual partners. Bringing another man or men into their marriage allowed the wife to alter her husband's behavior even while she enjoyed her sexual liaisons. Janet became convinced after reading that article and solidified her decision; she wanted to enjoy sex with other men. That was only normal for a healthy woman and it was irrelevant if she happened to be married or single. Now she was trying to formulate the best time, place and rationale to explain 'why she'd changed her mind and explain she wanted to do as he'd suggested' several months earlier. 

Janet began to experiment with her makeup; lipsticks, foundation, blush, eye shadow, mascara and eye liner and her hair as she looked for new ways to enhance her appearance while she thought more and more about the men she liked and wanted, 'to broaden her horizons with'. Enhance her appearance? She was looking for different ways to appear more seductive. Most men looking her over seemed to indicate by their reaction to her that she was already seductive enough. She enjoyed watching porn now and was really interested in trying some of the things she'd seen. She was eager to get going. She'd started out tentatively enough but now she didn't think twice about 'accidentally' touching a guy's dick. She felt like a kid in a candy shop. She could look at the candy and there were so many choices and they were all hers. Several men had unzipped their slacks and placed her hand on their hard dicks and she'd played with them. She knew that left both of them wanting more, but she'd had fun. She discussed a little of this with Charlie but not in detail or the number of men she'd done this with. On the other side of that coin she'd let most guys she liked play with her breasts and several nights when she really liked a guy, she'd let him play with her pussy. One memorable evening when she'd had a little too much to drink she danced with two guys at the same time and they took turns finger fucking her until one of them made her cum. After she'd climaxed with him the other guy wouldn't be content until he had made her orgasm, too. She liked these guys; they were always cutting up and having fun. She danced with them every time she ran into them.

Charlie began to wash and clean the master bath for Janet every weekend, now. What she found to be of interest was that when he performed this little task of his he would be naked? Several times she noticed he'd had an erection. It seemed to her that his activity he performed for her turned him on sexually. He changed the bulbs in her vanity lights to blue or red from white above her granite makeup counter, which he'd polished. He washed her counter sinks along with her bathtub and filled it with bubble bath. He lit candles and sprayed incense throughout the room and he turned some sensuous music on for her to listen to as she bathed and applied her makeup. He even ironed several of her skirts and blouses when asked. He began to leave a copy of the latest Playgirl magazine on the side of the tub for her. The atmosphere he created was pleasurably sensual. He'd make her a Long Island Tea or whatever drink she wanted to enjoy while she took her bath and shaved her pussy. She had surprised him several months earlier by shaving her pussy and he loved her new 'baby look'. Janet preferred her bathroom door be closed when she took a bath and said, "She got cold if the door was left open". She didn't hear him one evening when he was bringing a drink to her. He quietly entered the bathroom and stopped abruptly and quickly backed out of the room. She was holding the Playgirl magazine he'd left by the side of her tub in her left hand looking at a picture of some stud's large dick while furiously masturbating with her right hand. Fortunately she didn't see him and embarrassed, he'd quickly exited her bathroom. 

One evening they were at Kempis's, a club located in the basement of the Hotel Continental. Janet had been dancing with a man she'd met while Charlie watched approvingly from across the dance floor. He saw her place her hand flirtatiously on the guy's shoulder and whisper into his ear seductively. "She's becoming a real prick tease," he laughed to himself. She saw him walking in the direction of the men's room. She was hot from dancing so much and wanted to order a drink. She began to walk off the dance floor. When she walked by a table at the edge of the dance floor a handsome black man wearing a white turtle necked sweater stood up. He smiled at her and she smiled sensuously back at him and he took her arm and led her back onto the dance floor. He told her his name was Kevin and he asked her, "Where she'd been all his life?" She couldn't help but laugh at that old line. Still, it was funny. Somehow she felt drawn toward this black man and he made her want to reach out to him to find out what it was about him that made her feel this way. She found him tempting and seductive at the same time. She couldn't say what it was, but he'd stirred something deep within her.

Charlie looked in Janet's direction and noticed that she was dancing with a good-looking black man. She was laughing and he was smiling at her as he held her body closely against him. They looked great dancing together and it was apparent she enjoyed being with him. He didn't know why he'd turned her on as much as he had but the way she clung to him made his dick hard just watching them. They looked extremely hot together. He was a little over six feet tall, solidly built, good-looking with brown eyes and sexy. He wondered if he liked feeling her soft, curvaceous body pressed against his sleek muscular body as he held her against him as much as it looked like she enjoyed it? He had no doubt that the man knew his wife was naked under her cocktail dress. He didn't know, but he'd have been willing to bet the way she was acting, that her pussy was gushing.

When they danced to a couple of slow songs Janet felt his oversized hardon pressing against her abdomen. If Charlie had not been totally focused on Janet he would not have noticed her hand move between their bodies towards the man's crotch. He'd almost missed it but her hand stayed in that position while she danced with him. He could tell she was touching him. But, she seemed to be asking him something, too. He wondered to himself, what's she doing? He didn't have any idea, but he wondered if the guy had a big dick. He'd heard black men had big dicks, but he didn't know one personally. Janet looked like she was discussing something with him. What were they talking about? 

He realized the black stud must have really turned his wife on. Was it the interracial videos she'd watched or the sex toys he'd purchased for her that she used all the time now? Perhaps it was a combination. Maybe it was the sexy club wear she knew she looked so fucking hot in or maybe it was dancing with all those good looking men who wanted to fuck her that had made her so horny. Maybe it was just the guy she was dancing with. She looked hotter this evening than he'd ever seen her. He knew he'd done everything he could to encourage her. Was it possible that she was going to surprise him tonight? 

On the dance floor Janet whispered into Kevin's ear, "I want you to come over to my house so I can make you feel good." She wanted to suck his dick and she wanted to swallow his cum. She wasn't surprised she invited him, she told herself. She needed to suck a strange dick tonight. Kevin asked her if she was by herself and she told him, she was married and she had come here with her husband. She explained; her husband enjoyed watching her with another man. She couldn't believe she was telling a stranger this, let alone a black man. Kevin explained that he'd brought a friend with him and that posed a potential problem and then he excused himself to go to the men's room. 

Charlie walked up to Janet and asked her what was going on? She told him, "She'd invited Kevin over to their house, and she was going to suck his dick."

She knew he'd been pleased when he quickly asked her, "Is he coming over?"

About that time Kevin returned from the men's room. He wanted to talk to Janet again, just the two of them. Charlie replied, "No, Janet invited you over and she wants you to come over to our house. We're leaving, but she'd like to have you visit her."

It was December and Dallas can be deceptively cold in the wintertime. They went to get their coats, which they'd checked when they came in. He told Janet, "You invited Kevin over and there wasn't any reason to discuss it further. He'll come if he wants to come." They walked out into the cold, wintry night. The north wind was brutal and Janet was glad her coat was warm because an Arctic cold front had blown in from Canada and she was naked under her cocktail dress. They were walking towards their car when out of nowhere Kevin appeared by Janet's side. Charlie saw him and smiled as Kevin put his arm around Janet. 

They had parked two blocks away and the wind was blowing hard. Janet thought to herself, I'm glad Kevin is here with us. Every ten yards or so Kevin would take her into his arms and kiss her as his hands slipped under her warm coat and squeezed her swollen breasts, teasing her hard sensitive nipples before wandering between her legs. Her lips were so wet and Kevin felt her desire. He didn't just want this incredibly beautiful white woman to suck his dick; he wanted to fuck her in front of her husband in a way he never had and fill her hungry pussy with his potent seed. He wanted her husband to see his precious little white wife blackened by his huge black dick. 

Charlie was ahead of Janet and Kevin and he was in a hurry to get to their SUV. He wanted to get to the damned car and start its powerful engine and warm up the Yukon. The north wind was brutal. Kevin pulled Janet to him once more and his lips were on hers. She opened her mouth accepting his tongue, which entered her mouth and took ownership of her moth as he played with her tongue. She tried to capture his tongue with her lips and she almost bit it as pleasure radiated through her pussy. Two of his muscular black fingers slipped inside her sticky pussy, followed by a third, and a thumb began expertly massaging her clit. She couldn't believe it; but Kevin was turning her on even further while she was freezing her shapely little ass off and she hated cold weather. 

Charlie got to their Yukon, unlocked the doors and turned the engine on. Kevin and Janet got in on the passenger's side and he moronically commented, "It's colder than a well digger's butt in the Klondike, tonight." Nobody bothered to pay any attention to him and he just as well might not have been there. 

Janet cuddled Kevin's muscular black body against hers and his white cashmere sweater felt warm against the thin material of her cocktail dress. Her hand was on his huge hardon and she quickly began to unbutton his slacks and unzip them as she released his throbbing black cock. She'd never sucked a black cock before, but she'd fantasized about sucking one while using her toys. This was her first time she thought to herself, smiling. A look of disbelief crossed her face when she first saw it. He was so big she couldn't believe it. It couldn't be real! She'd always told Charlie, "His cock was perfect," but it wouldn't be fair to compare her husband to Kevin because there was no comparison. She was astonished. 

This was the biggest penis she'd ever seen. It looked like those she'd seen in the interracial videos she'd watched at home. It was both unusually long and extremely thick and she especially loved the blunt shape of its head, which gave it a menacing look. It was covered with veins; one especially thick one ran down the front of it. She briefly thought to herself; that would rub a girl's clit, nicely. His thick black cock slapped against his stomach and when she tried to put her hand around it, her fingertips didn't touch. He was so hard. Her mouth watered the same way your mouth waters when you're hungry and you smell a delightful odor on a warm stovetop. The difference being she wasn't hungry; her mouth was watering for this oversized penis. She gasped as experienced black fingers found her wet pussy again and separated her lips before resuming their assault upon clit. She moaned and said, "Ahh that feels good." 

She was glad they'd brought the Yukon instead of her Thunderbird. She eagerly lowered her head and took the blunt head of his black cock into her mouth. She felt like a pig with an apple in its mouth as her lips formed a large oval around it. He was uncircumcised and she had to peel the skin away from its head to suck him the way she felt he would like. She ran her tongue around and around his head, concentrating on that special little spot directly under his cockhead that she knew was so sensitive. She took several more inches into her mouth firmly convinced that quality was better than quantity. Her head bobbed back and forth as she began to drool all over his dick. Then, Kevin slowly fed her several more inches and she tried hard not to choke, she really did. She loved sucking hard dicks, but she'd never been with a guy who had a cock like Kevin's and this excited her, making her want it even more. Her tongue circled his huge cock again and again and she could feel him growing bigger in her mouth. Kevin's other hand was on her breasts and he had a nipple in his fingers, roughly squeezing it and then reducing the pressure, before he squeezed it again. Normally, she told Charlie to 'be gentle', but she was surprised she liked Kevin's roughness. She'd completely forgotten about Charlie. Well, he'd have to fend for himself, tonight. 

She choked for the first time as Kevin fed her more of his cock and when it hit the back of her throat her eyes watered, but she was like a dog with a bone. She pulled away from him gasping. "Your cock is so big! My hand can't go around it."...She was cut off in mid-sentence as Kevin's dick struck the back of her throat again. She quickly swallowed him and concentrated on breath control. She had missed sucking a hard dick more than she'd realized and she wanted to make Kevin cum. Each time she took his dick into the back of her throat she made a deep gasping sound as she gagged on his enormous penis. She'd never sucked a dick like his before and she was more excited than at any time she could remember. She didn't care about anything but his dick. 

Kevin knew how to satisfy a woman even under these unusual conditions because within five minutes she moaned in surprise, "Aaaaagh, I'm cumming!" She was slobbering all over his dick and apparently getting nowhere. He had not come in her mouth like most of the white guys she'd sucked. He had amazing staying power.

She asked Kevin, "Why haven't you cum, am I doing something wrong?" Kevin replied, "No, Baby, you're doing it right." 

She'd taken her coat off when they got into the Yukon. By this time the temperature in the SUV was becoming too hot and all of the darkened windows had fogged over from the inside. Kevin reached behind her neck and unhooked the back of her black cocktail dress. Without thinking Janet wiggled out of it and slipped it over her head. She proudly sat in front of Kevin naked as the day she was born. He smiled seductively at her as he took in her sensuous body. Kevin instantly liked her large mocha colored aureoles and thick nipples. He immediately pulled his white turtle necked sweater over his head and then quickly slipped out of his slacks and shorts. Now Kevin was naked, too and Janet saw he had a beautifully muscled body. Her seat was pushed back as far as it would go and since Charlie had removed the middle seat, it allowed the seat to be tilted until she was in a supine position under Kevin. This had been a great benefit to them when they went on trips and she'd even slept on it in Colorado this past summer. She moved her hand behind Kevin's head and pulled him down to her tits and his mouth and tongue began teasing her sensitive nipples as she moaned deeply in the back of her throat while both of her hands held and squeezed his huge dick. "So good, he's so good," she thought to herself. He lifted his head and kissed her passionately and whispered into her mouth, "You want some black meat inside your little white pussy, don't you? If I give you what I have for you, Baby, you're not going to be happy with any more white dick. You won't want anything but black dick after tonight."

He was rhythmically rubbing her clit as she softly moaned softly and he kissed her again. She opened her mouth and he pushed his pink tongue inside hers and she eagerly caught it and sucked on it hard. Her whole body was trembling as Kevin sucked one nipple and then the other one before his head was between her thighs and he was licking and then sucking her swollen clit while two muscular fingers fucked in and out of her as he worked hard to stretch her pink pussy. Kevin mimicked what she'd told him earlier, "I want to eat your pussy and make you feel good, too."




Janet Becomes a Black Cock Slut



She smiled at Kevin and opened her legs wider as he knelt on the floorboard in front of her. "Thank goodness they'd brought the roomy Yukon"! She thought to herself. Kevin moved his head between her thighs and his mouth attached itself to her pussy. She cried out in pleasure as Kevin's tongue began to lick and suck her. Her hands held the back of his shaved head against her as he licked her to an intense orgasm. She cried out loudly as she climaxed in his mouth. "So good, so good," she thought again. Kevin didn't stop and she was becoming increasingly sensitive as he licked her to a second and then a third orgasm. 

She felt her pussy become even juicier as her pussy flowed with liquid pleasure under Kevin's tongue as it gently probed the opening of her swollen pussy. Her belly was gyrating like a belly dancers. Her whole body was moving under Kevin's tongue as he skillfully teased her and made her clitoris sing and as he flicked it gently along its swollen head he made it tense up with pleasure. She lifted her hips up against his tongue as she feverishly fucked his face. She was grinding her hips in rhythm with Kevin's tongue when her body began to shake violently and she moaned. Then she cried out, "Oh...Yeah ...Kevin...I'm ...going to cum baby yeah...cumming! AAAAAAAA!" She couldn't take any more of that; she was tingling all over and in another world. She thought to herself, "Charlie is great at eating my pussy but Kevin is just as good, maybe better."

Janet's body was shaking so hard that Kevin had to hold her down on the seat or she would have fallen off. He moved up and began sucking her nipples again and then he kissed her. "Why don't you take my cock in your hands, Janet?" "I want you to see the contrast in color with your white hand around my black cock. I want you to watch how you stimulate me. Watch how my big black cock responds to your touch. And then take it in your sweet mouth, darling. This time I want you to think about how each swollen vein that you feel will bring pleasure to you when it's inside you..."

She lifted her mouth to Kevin and kissed his open mouth and she pushed her tongue into his mouth and he gently sucked on it. She lifted her mouth away from his and whispered, "You make me so hot."

She wrapped her left hand around Kevin's huge cock and she couldn't even take all of him into her hand. She was comparing the contrast in color while his hand was playing with her pussy again when she noticed her wedding ring. It was like a reality check and she looked over at Charlie. His dick was as hard as she'd ever seen it as he jacked off watching them. Kevin had seen Charlie jacking off, too. He could never understand what these white men saw in jerking off instead of fucking their woman's pussy. There was just no comparison between your hand and a tight white cunt like Janet had. But he really didn't care; he'd fuck her good for her husband.  

She looked back at Kevin's huge dick and it was almost as if she'd been hypnotized. She took it into her mouth and felt the thick veins running through it standing out as she twirled her tongue over them. She took as much of him as she could into her mouth and there was still five inches she couldn't get into her mouth. She reached down and lifted his heavy balls. His testicles were heavy and the size of Ping-Pong balls, she thought to herself. 

Kevin pulled her head up and licked her lips and then he placed his mouth on hers at the same time he placed the head of his cock between her labia and gently moved the blunt head from the top near her clit, taking care to directly rub her clit for several minutes, and back down mixing her juices with his pre-cum all over the head of his cock. She looked down and saw his huge cockhead glistening with their juices.

She raised her legs and bent them back making her knees come close to her swollen tits and she placed her hands under her knees to hold them up. Kevin pushed forward putting pressure on her labia's lips as he continued teasing the opening to her pussy. His head was a foot above hers as he said, "Janet watch as I put my big black dick inside your little pink pussy and fuck you like a woman like you needs to be fucked." 

Janet's tummy gyrated and her breathing increased as she looked down and watched the blunt head of his huge black cock began to enter her hungry pussy. She moaned, his cock was so big and so thick and her pussy was so small. She leaned towards Kevin and whispered, "Gently," but he pushed forward slowly, pulled out a little and then pushed forward again. She felt her pussy giving way to his big black cock and she was softly panting as he kissed her open mouth. He had about six inches inside her now and he kissed her again and his tongue was deep inside her mouth and she was sucking on it and then he pushed a couple inches deeper inside her. She was lifting her body upwards towards him at the same time he slammed downwards and the remaining four inches banged against her cervix. She screamed..."OHHHHHHHHHHHH!" and she came long and hard, as her cunt gave way. 

Once Kevin bottomed out inside Janet's pussy he felt the walls of her tight cunt holding him like a vice. She was so small and tight that he had to move slowly even if he had wanted to fuck her hard and fast, he knew that would have been difficult. He wanted Janet to really enjoy the fucking he was about to give her so that she would come back to him again and again for him to fuck her. He knew if he gave her something she'd never had before she'd make Charlie bring her back to him as often as he'd see her. She was the most beautiful white women he'd ever been with and he knew if he satisfied her beyond her wildest dreams he would make her want his cock as much as and perhaps a good deal more than her husbands. That is what made all of this as hot for him as it did for a white couple.

Kevin was fucking Janet like she'd never been fucked before in her life. He was still kissing her as he rotated his eleven-inch cock around inside her pussy, which held him like a glove. She looked up into Kevin's eyes with a look of lust and need. Kevin smiled at her and thought it was because she had a husband who didn't take care of her properly. But now she was going to be fucked and fucked properly by a big black cock. Kevin worked her good, pumping her with different speeds and depths as he moved his huge cock in and out of her body at different angles. Janet had never felt anything close to the way Kevin was fucking her. After all, she only had Charlie to use as a comparison. And Charlie wasn't anywhere near as good as Kevin.

There were times when only the big blunt head of Kevin's dick remained inside her pussy. Then he buried his dick fully inside her and she cried out as he pushed the air from her lungs. She put her hands around his back and hooked her ankles around his legs. The sounds coming from her pussy would have embarrassed her if his donkey dick inside her didn't feel so incredibly good. She tilted her head so she could look down and watch his huge black cock disappearing inside her with each thrust. She loved his enormous cock moving in and out of her as her pussy tried to hold him inside her. It felt better than anything she'd ever felt before in her life. She could feel an orgasm building, Kevin's head felt so huge inside her; she could feel the distinct ridge of the head of his cock and the thick veins on his shaft that she'd felt in her mouth when she'd sucked his cock, earlier. 

Janet moaned and moaned as Kevin fucked her and fucked her and fucked her. She began to roll her head from side to side as he picked up speed now and Janet felt her orgasm starting to build somewhere deep within her and within seconds she screamed out loud. "Oh My Gosh...Oh Kevin...Oh My Gosh...Yeah...Baby...Oh Kevin...Fuck me..." Her body trembled as she came and Kevin continued fucking her, only faster. He pounded her so hard that her body shook every time his body slapped against hers. She could feel the blunt head of his huge cock bang into her uterus with each thrust and she knew he was in her deeper than any man had ever been or probably would ever be.

Kevin knocked the wind out of her every time he slammed his body into hers and she looked up at his face and saw the strain on it as he tried hard to keep from cumming. She smiled sensuously as she looked into his eyes and told him; "Do it baby! Cum in me! Fill my pussy with your cum. She wanted it badly. She wanted Kevin to cum inside her pussy. Using those words for the first time with another man, a black man gave her a thrill. She loved being nasty and bad. 

Kevin was close now and knew he would cum soon. He pushed as deep into Janet's body as he could get his cock and heard the air come out of her lungs again. Her tits bounced and rocked back and forth as she held his large strong arms with her hands. Kevin looked into her beautiful face and could see the lust in her eyes.

"Cum in me," she said. Cum inside my pussy Kevin. "Cum inside my pussy Kevin. Cum in me baby! Cum in my pussy. Fill me Kevin. Let my husband jack off—you cum in my pussy!"

Janet hissed for him to fuck her and cum inside her. Kevin smiled at her as he felt his balls tighten and finally he arched his back and let out a loud groan as he thrust his cock deep into her cunt until the head slammed into her uterus and he groaned as she felt his cock become harder and thicker deep inside her pussy and he held it there as began to pump shot after shot of his fertile seed deep into her pink cunt. "Oh, Baby...Here it comes. Take it..." Moments later she felt his hot seed splashing against her uterus as Kevin's semen bathed her womb with his hot cum. Janet had never felt a man cum inside her like that before in her life and it excited her. Kevin kept her legs pinned back and he continued fucking her. His eyes were closed and he smiled in pure pleasure. His huge cock was as hard as it had been before he came and she was in a state of ecstasy as she felt the convulsions somewhere deep within her. She knew that she was going to cum again on his huge dick. She couldn't help it. She came violently as her pussy milked his enormous penis. She watched Kevin's face as he let out another cry. "Oh...Baby...here it comes again...inside your sweet pussy..." She felt the second wave of his cum shooting deep inside her pussy. Kevin was shaking as he emptied his second load inside her pussy. She came at the same time and her entire body quivered as she came. "Ohh...Yeah...That's it...that's it...Kevin"...She felt...his... hot...cum. splashing against her uterus.

Then Kevin began to fuck her as hard as he could. His cum inside her vagina and coating his penis allowed him to fuck her easily now since she was slick with his semen. Janet had felt the wetness of his cum as he pumped it into her and she cried out in her lust. She arched her back and wrapped her arms and legs tightly around Kevin's body as she rode under him hanging onto him as she began screaming at the top of her voice. "Oh yes! Fuck Kevin, your cum is so hot and it's filling me. Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh baby! Yes! Yes!" 

They were both bouncing off the car seat and Janet shook her head from side to side as her eyes rolled back in her head. Kevin held her by her ankles and began to fuck her again. He knew he would last twice as long this time and he would make Janet's little pussy red and sore and he'd given her multiple orgasms in front of her husband. Yes, she would come back, she loved it and she would want more of his dick as he skewered her again and again. He pulled out of her until only the blunt head was inside her pussy and then he drove forwards and she received the remaining ten inches of his eleven-inch cock. He did this three times and she was moaning as she began cumming on his black cock again. She couldn't help it and she knew it as she begged him to stop as she thought she wanted him fucking his black cock into her forever. "Kevin, you'll have to stop my body can't take anymore," she implored. In the very next moment she said, "Oh fuck me, fuck me! I'm cumming again!" 

Janet was exhausted when Kevin finally lifted his body off of hers. She looked over at Charlie and he shot a load of sperm across the front seat hitting her in her left thigh. He smiled and said, "Sorry sweetheart that was the hottest thing he'd ever seen in my life. He'd cum three times." She looked at the console between the front seats and it was cover with his cum. She looked at the console and then at husband disgustedly; that was repulsive.

She didn't even bother to put her dress on as Kevin's cum slowly leaked out of widely stretched pussy. She just slipped her coat back on and they talked to Kevin briefly as they drove him to his car. Before he got out he kissed he and their tongues were in each other's mouths. She felt another stirring between her thighs. He asked her for her telephone number and she took her business card out of her purse and wrote her cell number on the back for him. They didn't know it that night, but their evening with Kevin would reshape their marriage and their lives in the future. 

Part IV



They were both lost in their thoughts that Saturday night as Charlie hurriedly drove home. He told her, "How proud of her he was and how fantastic their evening had been." He went on, "When they got home he was going to lick Kevin's cum out of her pussy." Her body was still quivering from the fantastic sex she had enjoyed and every nerve in her body seemed to be palpitating. Kevin was a total stranger and he'd given her what she'd wanted and needed all her life. Janet loved every bit of her experience with him and she didn't want it to end. She clamped her thighs tightly against each other even as her rock hard nipples pressed against the warm lining of her expensive coat. Her feelings were rapidly changing; they had changed. She knew she wanted a big black cock, maybe several big black cocks inside her pussy, but she didn't say anything to Charlie. 

Charlie pulled the Yukon into their driveway and unlocked the front door before opening her car door. It was bitterly cold outside and she couldn't wait to get inside. He shut the front door behind them and drew her to him and kissed her passionately. They went straight into the bedroom and Charlie pulled her coat off as she lay back upon their bed and he fastened his mouth to her pussy as he began to lick and suck Kevin's semen out of her. He didn't even bother to get out of his clothing as he positioned her upon his face so the semen in her pussy would drain into his mouth. He skillfully teased her enlarged clit and her orgasms were intense as she thought of Kevin. This time he didn't have to tell her to fantasize about someone other than him. She couldn't forget upon the intensely pleasurable feelings she'd enjoyed cumming on Kevin's oversized black cock. 

Charlie and Janet had continued to hone their scuba diving skills and now they were Divemasters. They left for Mexico on Sunday morning, the following day, on a diving vacation they had planned months earlier. They were going to Cozumel, one of the premier diving destinations in the world. They had enjoyed staying at La Ceiba, an historic Mexican hotel on the Caribbean next to the international pier until it became a timeshare resort. Today they were across the street at Casa del Mar, which is a nice resort quite similar to La Ceiba. In Mexico they enjoyed two tank dives in the morning and a one-tank dive in the afternoon or they lay out on the beach. Most of the time they preferred to do the latter. The thoughts of Kevin were still predominant in both of their minds, Janet thought. She knew they sure were in hers. She was shocked at how much she'd enjoyed having sex with him in spite of the fact that she'd told her husband, "It would never happen."

On Monday morning they dived Palancar Caves, a fantastic dive site at the southern end of the island that goes to one hundred and thirty feet, the maximum depth for recreational divers. The Palancar caves are particularly interesting. They'd seen spotted eagle rays, a huge grouper along with other large pelagic animals, giant barracudas, moray eels, yellow tails and schools of sergeant majors looking for food. There had been several reefs teeming with lobsters that ranged between three and four feet in length. In short, they had a fantastic dive. 

Diving always makes you hungry and they were having lunch at Ernesto's, one of their favorite eating spots in Cozumel, when Janet looked at Charlie and said, "Sweetheart, from now on whenever we have sex, you'll swallow your cum. If we're in a "69" when you cum I'll save your semen for you in my mouth. Then, after you've made me cum, I'll kiss you and deposit your semen in your mouth and you'll swallow it. If we're fucking and you cum inside me, you'll lay on the bed and I'll sit on your face or straddle your face and you'll open your mouth and suck and lick your cum out of my pussy. In the unlikely event I'm with another man and I suck him off or he cums inside me the same rules apply. There will be no exceptions. Do you understand?"

Poor Charlie was at such a loss! She knew she'd caught him off guard! Here they'd been married over five years and after one night of her being fucked by another man, who both of us had loved, she'd just told him from this point going forward he'd eat his cum or any other man's cum for that matter that she had sex with. He was at a loss for words. She had to repeat herself followed by, "Understand?" He looked at her in surprise and shifted his position in his chair. She immediately spotted the huge bulge in the crotch of his jean as he managed to weakly reply, "Yes." She was surprised both at his erection and at how quickly he'd acquiesced to her demand. It didn't brains to see he'd become sexually excited by what she'd said. Still, she'd expected more of a fight out of him. She had been prepared to push it because she knew she would win. She understood their marriage had changed forever as a result of her one off with Kevin. She felt a sense of empowerment as a sexual being in some way she didn't fully understand, at least, not quite yet. She felt a profound sense of her sexuality along with a sense of freedom and liberation that she didn't understand, either. She was at a loss as to what this 'liberation' entailed, but even then she knew going forward she'd exercise the dominant role within their marriage. She loved her husband dearly and she knew he loved her and they were totally happy. But, they'd decided to take things to the next level and she loved the way it had turned out and how she felt. She had a sense of self-confidence and sexual liberation, which she'd never had before. She understood she was free to enjoy sex with other men and her husband would agree with her new lifestyle. He didn't have a choice.

Charlie had a confused look on his face as he looked at her and asked, "Why should I swallow my cum?" She smiled at him and replied as if explaining something to a child, "Because, Sweetheart, I told you that you would. That should be enough of an explanation for you after the other night. You're a cum slut and you've always wanted to swallow your cum, you just didn't know it. I've decided I want you to swallow your cum and that should be good enough for you. You've been on my case about watching me with other men for several years. Now, I want a little something back. You are going to swallow more cum than you've ever dreamed of swallowing." Since he'd never dreamed of swallowing his cum he still had a confused look on his handsome face. 

They were in Cozumel for two weeks and before they flew home and Charlie had swallowed his cum every night. And he'd eagerly eaten his cum out of Janet's pussy on five separate occasions. She watched him as he kissed her that first night, almost reluctantly, as she'd flooded his mouth with his warm semen. She smiled at him approvingly as he swallowed it and even licked up a drop on his lower lip until their last evening when he waited patiently as she drooled a long string of his semen into his open mouth. 




Janet Becomes a Black Cock Slut



One evening Charlie was on his knees on the bed and she was below him on her knees on top of a couple of pillows. She was sucking his swollen penis and his hands were on her shoulders in front of his hips. She casually took his right hand and placed it around his throbbing penis. He didn't lose a second and immediately began jacking off while she looked at him and smiled in encouragement. She watched him pumping his penis feverishly and when he was about to come she took only the tip of him into her mouth as if she was sucking through a straw. She drained his thick warm semen into her mouth. He pulled her up and said, "That was wonderful!" She put her arms around his neck and kissed him filling his mouth with his hot cum, which he swallowed, eagerly. He'd been such a good boy and she was proud of him! Soon that would be normal for him and he would look forward for his 'reward' after he's come.

Charlie couldn't quit talking about Kevin and he continued to ask her, "How much she'd enjoyed her experience with him?" Janet was honest with him and told him the truth, "Darling, it was the most exciting and fulfilling sexual experience in my entire life. I never imagined sex with a man could be so fantastic or so satisfying. You shouldn't feel bad because Kevin is different along with being much bigger than you. It's only normal that he can stimulate me in ways that you never could." 

Of course, he quickly asked her, "Was Kevin better than me?"

Again, she was totally honest, "Sweetheart, I didn't want to hurt your feelings. He was so much bigger, not to mention a lot thicker than you are and he's an exciting lover." She continued, "He touched nerves inside of me that I didn't know I had and you'll never reach. Yes, yes, yes. Kevin is better than you are, he's much better. He's different than you are; he's huge and he makes my pussy go crazy." She had enjoyed being dominated by him and she found him to be everything any woman would want. He made her feel like a whore and she enjoyed feeling like a whore with him because somehow that was very exciting.

She was pleasantly surprised that instead of her husband becoming hurt or angry, her responses made his dick hard again. Then the questions or interrogation would always continue somewhat along these lines, "Would you like to fuck him again?" 

Her response their entire trip had been the same. "Yes, Yes. You know I want to fuck him again. But, the next time I fuck him I want it to be in my own bed" and not in the suburban." 

He then asked, "Will you fuck him again?" 

She replied, "Sweetheart, I'm not going to sneak around behind your back, if that's what you mean. But, you turned me on to other men and I'll fuck him anytime he wants me, with or without your approval." 

She could tell Charlie was still a little uncertain, but at the same time his dick was so hard she knew he wouldn't be able to tell her, 'No'. It was blatantly apparent he wanted the same thing. A stiff dick always tells the truth and she knew if she was patient with him, he'd be begging her to fuck Kevin again, which she was going to do whether he begged her to or not. If things worked out for everyone involved she'd be fucking Kevin on a regular basis. She realized that her pussy was soaked. She'd tried to quit thinking about Kevin. Every time she thought about him her pussy would be dripping. 

Most of the time Charlie wouldn't let her stop thinking until their conversation finally ended when Charlie asked her, "If she thought Kevin would forget her?" 

Her response was always the same, "No." 

Finally he'd ask her, "If she intended on calling Kevin when they got home?" 

Her response was always the same, "What do you think? Of course I am going to call him." 

She knew Charlie understood he'd encouraged and pleaded with her to have sex with other men so he could indulge his fantasy of watching her enjoying sex with someone besides him and now unanticipated consequences had occurred, which he'd not planned on. She was interested in finding out other black men were like Kevin. But, not until she'd had a lot more of Kevin, first. In Mexico, she masturbated two or three times in the shower thinking about Kevin and her pussy was wet most of the time. She didn't realize it but in the back of her mind she'd begun to crave sex with all well-endowed black men like Kevin. After she'd had sex with him that night she could hardly walk she'd been so sore, but she hadn't told Charlie. But now her pussy was literally hungry for him.

All good things come to an end and on Sunday morning they had to go to the airport for their return flight to Dallas. Packing wet dive gear is always a hassle so they had stopped diving on Saturday to give their dive skins and wet suits time to dry out and to make certain it was safe for them to fly. On Sunday the humid Cozumel temperature was tolerable, not comfortable, but tolerable. They went through Mexican customs with their boarding passes and waited for their flight back home. It was too early to talk and they wished they were still in bed. Finally, their flight landed and taxied up to their gate. Ground crews refueled the aircraft and after a short wait they were allowed to board. The pilot taxied down the runway and they climbed to a cruising altitude of thirty-four thousand feet. They adjusted their seats and closed their eyes and each of them was lost in his individual thoughts. In a short while the blue water of the Gulf of Mexico was visible underneath their aircraft along with tufts of fluffy white clouds. Occasionally small ocean vessels and oil drilling platforms could be seen far below, as well. In a little more than three hours they had landed at DFW International Airport and gone through United States customs with their luggage. After briefly talking to the customs official on duty they took their luggage to an elevator and went downstairs. They exited the American Airlines terminal and hailed a cab that took them home.



Part V

Charlie spent the next few hours washing out their scuba gear and putting up their sea bags while Janet began washing their wetsuits and dive skins along with their clothes and then she put up her toiletries. Charlie had washed off their regulators in Mexico but he inspected them again before he hung them up and he put up their save a dive kit. He took the memory chip out of their camera to Sam's and waited for their pictures to be developed. Janet made a shopping list for her trip to Sam's and Kroger, which she'd make in the morning. 

Charlie took Janet to lunch at Chili's and they had burgers, French fries and iced tea. They avoided mentioning Kevin, but he was at the forefront of their minds, especially Janet's. Charlie stopped for gas on the way home and while pumping the gas he looked at Janet sitting in their car. He loved her and he couldn't help but think about the way her dress clung to her curves and hugged her fine body. At one hundred twenty-four pounds and five foot six inches tall with a figure of 34C/23/35 and perfect breasts toned by her four-times-a week workouts at the YMCA, any man would want to possess her. He loved her beautiful breasts capped by large mocha colored aureoles and unusually thick and sensitive nipples, an impossibly thin waist balanced atop curvaceous hips, a knockout pair of thighs, and a tight ass. The strength of those thighs as they squeezed together still amazed him, especially when they constricted around you during those breathtaking moments when her orgasm peaked. 

He asked Janet about Kevin several times and each time they'd discussed him she couldn't help but notice he'd become sexually excited. His erection was a dead giveaway. It told her that no matter what he said to her the thought of Kevin and her together again excited him so much that he couldn't control himself. His hard dick told her that he was as eager as she was for her to be with Kevin again. Both of them knew they wanted to do it again. So once they got back from lunch and had finished putting up the suitcases Janet asked him if she could call Kevin and Charlie immediately responded, "Yes." He asked her if he could be on the extension upstairs and she told him she wanted to talk to Kevin privately. She didn't want him eavesdropping on their extension. If he planned on 'listening in' like that she wouldn't call him at all. Secretly, she desperately wanted to call him; her pussy was so wet. Charlie told her, "He agreed, he didn't want to interfere with her privacy. She should talk to him alone and enjoy her privacy." He told her he was going to cut the back yard anyway and when he was doing that she could call him and talk to him alone. 

But, he'd been prepared for her response. He'd stopped at Radio Shack when he went to Sam's and purchased a device that attached to the RJ 31X telephone jack at the wall underneath their bed upstairs. The device was voice-activated and connected to a tape recorder, which picked up and recorded all calls that were made or received from their telephone and recorded the conversation of both parties. When Janet did call Kevin she could see Charlie in their backyard and she'd think her conversation was just 'between them'. But, Charlie knew he could replay their conversation and pick up everything that had been said.

There was still a little voice inside him holding him back. He felt he should have intervened and stopped Kevin, but instead he'd handed his wife over to him to be fucked and that was wrong! Janet was his sweet wife and she was innocent, even a little naive on occasion, at least, when it came to sex. He still felt that he could stop her at any time and not do it anymore and she'd forget about it. That little voice inside of him said, "She can't possibly continue with Kevin. It won't happen because she won't let it and we won't let it." He smiled and made that resolution to himself. That voice had kept him going and he thought how he'd felt every step of the way. He thought about their nights where he had watched her 'dancing'. He remembered the man at that club on Greenville who'd unbuttoned her top and played with her and sucked her tits. She'd gotten so hot and she'd enjoyed that. He'd even told her, "He wanted to fuck her." How could any sane man resist the allure of a 26 year-old beauty primed and her pussy ripe for fucking? He'd encouraged her to 'lighten up' and she'd let guys play with her tits and she'd enjoyed it. She hadn't stopped several men who had finger fucked her. She danced with two men one evening and both men had made her orgasm, one after the other. She had begun to enjoy and look forward to unexpected sexual encounters with other men and it had made sex between them more intense. 

Then, she'd met Kevin that fateful night at Kempis's, the night before they went diving in Mexico. The unexpected thrill he'd experienced watching her worshiping a black cock and surrendering to it, especially one like Kevin's had been too powerful. Charlie had seen Kevin enable Janet to experience the joys of womanhood in ways he never had and he realized that his dick was hard again. He was thinking about his lovely young wife as he moved their patio furniture. He knew he couldn't blame Janet for what had happened with Kevin. It had been his idea, not hers. The image of Kevin fucking her was overpowering. His wife loved him and he'd encouraged her to have sex with another man and she'd done exactly what he'd wanted. He'd watched her like any other husband eager to see his wife taken by another man, a superior black man. Of course, he hadn't expected her to be fucked by a black man and he hadn't anticipated her being fucked by a man who had a dick much bigger than any dick he'd ever seen. He hadn't expected his young wife to enjoy it as much as she had. 

Charlie filled up the lawnmower with gasoline as he thought about his lovely wife. She was an extremely passionate woman and she'd succumbed to Kevin. He'd introduced her to an intense sexual experience in a manner that neither of them had imagined possible. Janet had surrendered to her lusts and Kevin had fucked her savagely. She responded eagerly to his coarse lovemaking in a way she'd never responded to him. Neither Kevin nor Charlie understood how much she'd been blacked or the fact that after her night with him she'd never be the same. He did understand however, he'd opened the door for her and now he couldn't shut it. She'd had the best fucking of her life, with the biggest black cock he'd ever seen. 

Janet watched her husband outside as she thought about Kevin. She'd been unable to stop thinking about him since their first night together. She wanted his big black cock as often as she could get it and still stay married to her husband. She still loved him, no question about it, but she had an irresistible craving for sex with Kevin. She knew she didn't want to go on without having his huge cock fucking her and she needed him to fuck her soon. She only hoped Charlie would agree with her or she wasn't sure what she'd do. When they got home that evening after her experience with Kevin she'd reached out to him to assure him she loved him. He told her he still loved her too and reaffirmed how erotic she had looked with Kevin's massive black cock buried inside her.

Janet saw her husband safely out of ears reach and went to get the piece of paper with Kevin's telephone number that she had carefully hidden in one of her Harlequin romance novels. Her fingers were shaking so much she could hardly dial his number and her pussy was dripping wet. This would be the first time they talked since she fucked him. 

The phone was ringing and on the third ring she heard a familiar voice say, "Hello". Janet said, "Kevin, is that you?" 

The first word Kevin said to her was, "More." 

Janet laughed excitedly and asked him, "How he had been?" 

He replied, "Hungry for your white pussy". She didn't say anything, but her pussy was going crazy.

He asked her, "If she had fun diving in Mexico"? 

She told him "Yes." 

He told her, "He'd missed fucking her and hearing her begging him to fill her with his cum." He asked her, "Have you missed that, too?" 

She replied, "Yes, I...uh...umm...Yes, every day. You know I have Kevin." 

He continued talking to her like that. She was glad she'd insisted on talking to Kevin alone and that Charlie was in the backyard and unable to hear them. She'd been washing clothes when he went outside and she was just wearing a tee shirt and a thin pair of panties since she'd thrown her jeans and blouse in with the rest of the clothes she was washing. Her right hand began rubbing her swollen clit thru her wet panties.

Kevin asked her, "How she'd enjoyed his dick rubbing against her pussy when they were dancing the night they first met each other?" And then he asked her, "How much she liked his big black dick?" 

Her breathing increased markedly when he asked her, "If she liked his big black dick inside her more than she liked her husband's little white dick?" 

Janet wanted to say, "My husband's dick isn't little", but she didn't. She used to tell Charlie that his dick was perfect, just the right size, but after she been with Kevin she knew that simply wasn't true. She had to have Kevin's dick or she would die and that's all there was to it.

Her pussy was dripping continuously and then he asked her, "If she was hot and did she want him to fuck her hot little pussy again?" 

She almost groaned out loud and she exclaimed, "Oh Kevin, you know I want you to fuck me again. I mean I want to be with you like that". She wanted his dick so bad that she was about to go crazy. 

Kevin asked her, "Like what? Say it, Janet. Tell me exactly what you want." 

She hesitated a moment and then replied, "I want... I need your big black dick to fuck my hungry white pussy again, like you did at Kempi's."

Then he asked her, "Does your her husband wanted to watch me fuck you again, too?" 

Janet's throat was dry and when she spoke her voice was hoarse and all she said, "Yes, his dick gets real hard whenever we talk, I mean, when we talk about you and me. He asked me if you were better than he was. I told him you were bigger and much better, too." 

Kevin laughed crudely at her comment. 

Then he asked her, "If she was going to suck his dick again and swallow his cum? Was she going to lick his balls and stick her tongue up his ass?" 

When she heard his nasty words she blushed, but she knew that she would suck and lick his ball as much as he wanted her to and she would bury her tongue up his ass hole. What she said was, "Yes, I love sucking our dick." 

That's when Kevin told her, "No, at least not yet. You already done, bitch. Now it's your husband's turn; it's his turn. 

Janet paused and she was confused, "His turn?" She said, "I don't understand. What do you mean?" 

Kevin quickly replied, "If you want my big black dick again, baby, your husband has to help you get it." "This time, before I'll fuck you Charlie has to suck my dick while you watch him. I want you to watch him take my dick in his mouth and lick and suck and choke on it. I want you to watch your husband when he gets excited and discover he get turned on with a black dick in his mouth. I hold his head and fuck his face until I get my nut off. Then I want you to watch your husband while he eagerly swallows my cum." 

Janet's voice trembled as she said, "Kevin, he won't do that, he's not gay."

Kevin replied, "It got nothing to do with that shit, baby, I know he's not gay. He simply showing us that he understands who the man is, baby. He worships the dick that fucks his wife, now and he laughed obscenely. That is if you want my black dick fucking your pretty little white pussy, bitch." Kevin knew that this couple would be no different than all the other white couples he'd been with although Janet was the prettiest white woman he'd ever fucked. He knew she'd pressure her husband and please her husband, sexually, until he finally caved in. They all did in time. Her husband would finally agree to suck his big black cock. He'd suck his dick in front of his wife like every other white husband had sucked his dick. His wife would watch his dick get hard sucking it just like the other husbands, and her she'd be shocked. Husbands would do that before he'd consented to fuck their wives, again. 

Then, Kevin would demand that her husband sucked his dick every time he agreed to see her. Her husband would willingly suck his dick the next time he came over. He'd seen every white wife he'd been with watch her husband in disgust while he sucked his cock. Kevin was a good judge of character and he knew that wives lost respect for husband's watching them sucking his big black cock. This solidified his relationship with the wife and made her want to please him even more. When he demanded their virgin asshole in addition to their mouth and pussy they had little fight left in them and surrendered all their holes to him. He idly wondered if Charlie would be a good cocksucker. He'd found couples more interesting and a lot safer if the husband was sucking his cock on a regular basis. Besides, it gives a wife a different view of her husband. Kevin said quietly, "So, little Janet bitch, you need to find a way to convince you husband." 

He asked her, "If she was going to open her thighs to him as she had and offer her pussy to him completely?" He told her, "He expected Charlie to help him fuck his wife from now on. After he'd sucked his dick until he was hard again he wanted him to hold his big black cock and guide it into her hungry little white pussy and then he'll hold your legs over your head so I can give you all of my black cock. 

Kevin asked her, "When she would teach Charlie to eat her pussy after he'd filled it full of my cum?" 

He was surprised when Janet quickly replied, "He'll eat your cum out of my pussy right now, Kevin."




Janet: Brianna's Girlfriend



[This is story is a stand alone read, but reading Brianna: Pool Time first will fill in some background. This is a work of fiction. It is also an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. The story is fantasy and as such, it may or may not totally conform to reality. With some occasional historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]

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"Oh my God! They're naked. And, uh, they're doing it. They're fucking!"

I stood in shocked disbelief, my eyes bugging and my mouth wide open. Julie's reaction was the same as mine, but not for long.

Rebounding quickly, she asked, "Well, Bree, are you going to be greedy and hog him all to yourself?"

Bree just giggled and smiled. 

Jed looked a little abashed but smiled and said, "Welcome to the party."

I just stood rooted to the spot with my shocked and horrified look, my hand covering my mouth. I couldn't move. I wanted to, my innate shyness screamed at me to, but I simply could not move. But neither could I look away.

Allow me to back track just a bit. Earlier, Julie and I had decided to go over to Bree's house for an afternoon of girl talk. We had opened the gate in the tall basket weave fence that surrounded the side and large rear area of Bree's back yard and in ground pool.

As we exited the side yard and entered the back, we stumbled on the scene of Bree and the next door neighbor boy, Jed, on their hands and knees, fucking doggie style. I say boy, but Jed was twenty, one year older than me and two years older than Bree and Janet. 

I continued to watch in fascinated horror but with an irresistible and growing interest. 

As Julie quickly stripped down to just her thong with her boobs bouncing, Bree asked, "Well, Janet, are you going to continue to just stand there and stare or are you going to join us?

I spluttered incoherently as I just couldn't find my voice. Ted answered for me. "Janet, you just join in whenever you're ready--or not, as you choose."

With a muted, pop, Bree pulled free of Ted's penis and it flopped out still semi-hard. I couldn't take my eyes off it. It was fat, long, and dripping their combined juices.

Bree chided me, "Like what you see, Janet? I know Julie does."

"Yeah, I sure do. Let me at it," she said as she whipped off her thong.

Julie quickly dropped down in front of Ted and immediately went to work with her mouth, cleaning up his penis. Bree was still on her hands and knees, facing Ted and Julie with her ass pointed directly at me. I kept looking from Bree's oozing pussy to Julie's penis filled mouth.

I was wearing shorts and a halter top over a thong and bra, of course. Before I realized what I was doing, my hand slipped inside my waist bands and was rubbing my own pussy, with some vigor. My other hand was over top of my halter, rubbing my boobs. In all my nineteen years I'd barely done anything like that in private, let alone in public.

My first realization of what I was doing came when Bree looked my way over her shoulder and said, "Thata girl, Janet, we'll get you involved yet despite yourself."

I froze in place, one hand on my pussy and the other now inside my halter and bra. And then I turned beet red. At that point, my shy nature won out and I fled around to the side of the house out of sight.

Bree called out, "I'm sorry, Janet. Please, don't go, come back."

For the moment, I just leaned my forehead against the house and let out one choking sob and then another. I could hear the sounds of sex coming from the others by the pool. New moans and squeals of renewed activity. Oh God, how I wanted to join them and yet, at the same time, flee as fast as my legs would carry me. 

I was desperately horny but could barely admit that to myself. I was a virgin. My dates were few and far between. A good night kiss at my door was the most I had ever done with a boy. But the spreading wet spot in my crotch was trying to tell me something. Jeeze, my sex felt like it was on fire.

Tentatively, I gathered my courage and peeked around the corner. Julie was on her back, legs raised with knees on either side of her head. Ted was stroking into her sex with long, slow movements. Julie was all squeals and moans. 

Bree was underneath Ted between his legs. She was alternately licking Julie's labia and Ted's penis when he stroked out of Julie. God, I can barely use those words. I for sure have difficulty with the more gutter terms of cock and cunt. I'm a "good girl," not a gutter slut.

My sudden climax and release of sex fluid to soak my crotch made me wonder. The three sex fiends completely ignored me in their sensual frenzy. Damn! My body was crying for sexual release. My mind kept saying no, no, no!

Almost against my will, I found myself slowly shuffling back toward the trio by the pool. Just as I got close, Jed sharply arched his back, shoved his pelvis hard forward, and growled. I assume he just climaxed. Julie screamed and shuddered as if an earthquake had just rattled her. Her climax, I assumed.

Involuntarily, I soaked myself a second time. Now my thong and shorts were really drenched for all to see. I turned beet red again.

Bree intoned, "Hey girl, welcome to the game. I see you're finally ready, and then some."

I nearly died on the spot.

Ted and Julie, coming down from their high, turned and grinned at me like a pair of Chessie cats. God, but I was sorely embarrassed. I half turned to flee again but...

With another loud pop, Julie pulled off Ted's penis. I had to turn back to look. His penis didn't look very deflated to me.

"Oh, God, that felt so terrific, Ted."

Ted just grunted. Bree took his penis and licked it clean. Julie had come over to me and hugged me in a tight embrace. I tried but failed to stifle a sob. Her hands rubbed my back. "It's ok, Janet, it's ok. This is what we were made for, honey." 

Bree came over to us and put her arms around the both of us.

"Julie's right, Janet. Sex is a natural part of human nature. It's ok. Let go and join us."

Both girls were rubbing my back and cooing to me. A hand of one of them was suddenly rubbing on my boobs and in moments another hand was rubbing my crotch. And, to my embarrassment, I was releasing more sex fluids. Without warning, Bree and Julie suddenly released me and stepped back, allowing a different pair of arms to encircle me from behind.

I felt a naked and hard penis rub my buns and settle in the crack of my ass over my soaked shorts. Ted's face nuzzled my jaw and neck as he breathed into my ear.

"Relax, Janet, go with the flow. Let your feelings loose."

His hands cupped my breasts and the fire inside me was stoked in an instant into roaring flames. My halter top seemed to float away and I barely noticed. My bra was pulled up to my neck. My bare boobs were cupped in gentle caresses. My nipples sprang erect and each quickly found a forefinger and thumb tweaking on them.

I tried to squirm loose, but my moans betrayed me and the arms around me stayed locked with hands still caressing my boobs. I was lost. God help me, I loved what was happening to me. It felt heavenly. I just wilted; I never wanted it to stop.

The hard cock on my ass moved harder and faster. Yeah, I slipped suddenly and easily into slutty language. Much more easily than I ever thought possible. I also started pressing back into that cock. I was theirs now and they knew it.

My bra disappeared as Bree pulled my shorts and thong down and helped me step out of them. The action on my boobs never stopped. My pussy was smeared in my own juices. 

An electric shock jolted through me as Bree, dropping to her knees, put her mouth between my naked legs and used her tongue. Without thinking, I responded by spreading my legs wider to give her easier access to what she wanted.

I was truly now defeated. I never wanted them to stop what they were doing to me. I limply but joyously allowed them to have their way with me--to do whatever they wanted with my body. I had kept the lid on my sexual drive so long and so hard that it just burst out now in insatiable desire for sex. Sex, sex, sex. Bring it on!

Bree had my cunt on fire. My outer lips swelled with desire. My inner lips dropped and opened like a flower in the morning light. My pussy opened a flood of juice all over her face.

Ted released my boobs and took hold of his tool with one hand, rubbing it between my legs and along my now naked and aching gash. My God, did that feel like heaven. He also got liberally coated with my pussy juice.

I suddenly found myself turned right around to face Ted. He lifted me up by my ass and Bree crossed my ankles behind is back. She helped guide his cock to my gate of heaven and I sank slowly down the length of that long shaft. I lost my cherry on the downward plunge. Believe it or not, I barely noticed that happening except to note that now there was some blood mixed in the wet slickness of Ted's cock.

My arms were around Ted's neck and I pulled myself tightly against his body with arms and legs as I bottomed out balls deep on his cock. I clamped tight, not allowing Ted to move , my naked boobs crushed against his naked chest.

"I want to feel full of you for a little bit. Just hold me. Kiss me." My God, was that me saying that?

"Ah, Janet. I've wanted to get to know you better ever since I first saw you the other day at lunch with Bree and Louise. You took off right away."

"Not anymore, I won't, Ted." 

God, but he was fit and strong. He slowly dropped to his knees and gently lowered me onto my back on a nearby futon. He carefully placed my legs on his shoulders, all of this without ever uncoupling from me. Then the real bliss came.

Ted moved his cock gently and slowly out an back into my pussy with loving strokes. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven, it felt so good. He picked up the pace until he was slamming in and out of me in a blur. I thrust up into his stokes and we managed a mutual rhythm of pleasure.

I just thought I'd died an gone to heaven before compared to what happened next. I climaxed. But what a climax. Not just once, but continuos climaxes, rolling one after the other into each other. One climax never quite died before another hit with full force. 

And then Ted shot off his load. In the middle of my climaxes, he did. I actually blacked out from the intenseness of it all, scaring the shit out of Ted for a moment. I was a limp, wet noodle when I revived. My God, what a ride that had been. 

To think what all I had been missing for so long. Not any more, by God, not any more.

When I recovered my senses somewhat, I looked around to what Bree and Julie were up to. They had been in a frenzied girl-on-girl thing when I first dropped down on Ted's pole. They had finished and now, they just stared dumbfounded at me.

"Jesus, Janet," cried Julie, "where have you been keeping all that sex hidden? I didn't know you had it in you!"

"Neither did I until now, Julie, but it'll not be hidden any longer. I've a lot of lost time to make up for. Come on Ted, do me doggie like you did Bree."

And so. I dropped to my hands and knees and stuck my butt up in the air in front of him. My, God, was this really me? I could hardly believe the near instant transformation I had undergone in the last thirty minutes.

Ted had just sunk his pole balls deep into my pussy with Bree underneath again and Julie behind her, giving Bree's pussy a tongue lashing. Clicking footsteps sounded once more on the concrete apron behind us. 

Christ, when I looked up, there stood Bree's twenty-two year old brother, Todd! Damn, did he ever looked surprised. He also looked like a stud hunk that I wanted to fuck.

"Well, well, well," he said, "What have we here? A case of 'the mice will play while the cat's away?'"

"Todd," Bree cried in all her naked glory, "what are you doing home so early?"

"Got the job done early and the foreman gave us the rest of the day off as reward. Looks as if I've been missing quite a party."

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My God, there I was naked in front of yet another man. Not only that, but I was being royally fucked by a naked man and part of a naked daisy chain of sex. And I loved it!

Action resumed in our daisy chain, but not before I saw Todd shedding clothes in a slow, sensual strip. My face lay turned in his direction as Jed fucked me from behind, so I got to watch Todd's entire strip. When Todd's cock sprang free and rigidly erect, I saw that it was no monster but I wanted to try it out anyway.

Climaxes erupted up and down the line of our daisy chain and we all collapsed into a long line of naked and satiated bodies.

"Hey, guys and girls, I just got here, don't crap out on me now."

I couldn't believe what happened next. 

Bree slowly rose to her knees and said, "Ok, brother dear, come on, I'll take you on."

Shit, she was his sister. He was her brother. And she wanted to fuck him? That was almost more than I was able to take in. And yet, at the at the same time, the thought of it intrigued me, turned me on again. Me, the shy, virtuous goody-goody two shoes! At least that was what I was a little over an hour ago. 

Damn, not any more, though.

At Bree's command, Todd took a step and then hesitated.

"What's the matter, oh brother mine, are you afraid to take me up on my proposition?"

"You know what you're asking, don't you Bree?"

The rest of us were staring at them and straining to hear Bree's answer.

"Yes, I really do, Todd. I've lusted after you for a long time, brother and now this little setting finally gave me the opportunity and courage to act upon that lust."

"Well, if the truth must be known, Bree, I've lusted after you probably longer than you have for me. But, until you turned eighteen, I didn't want to act on those feelings. Now that you have declared similar feelings, look out, here I come!"

Unbelievable, I thought. They're really going to do it! I could see the others could hardly believe their ears as well. To declare their incestuous lust for each other in front of all the rest of us was mind bending.

We all gathered, with Jed between Julie and myself, to the side of Bree and Todd and sat, waiting and watching to see the action unfold. It didn't take long.

Todd dropped to his knees in front of Bree and the two embraced in a tight clinch with Todd's rigid pole squeezed upright between their two lusting bodies. They loosed their clinch enough to lock lips in a passion filled session of French kissing.

While staring intently at the action in front of me, I reached a hand over to grab for Jed's manhood. I found Julie's hand already there, so we shared our slow masturbation of that rigid cock.

Jed would turn just a bit and alternate fondling boobs and kissing face and lips of first Julie and then me. When he tired of that, he went for our pussies and again did one and then the other of us. But most of our attention was with the incestuous pair before us.

Todd was now kissing and hand manipulating the boobs of his supine sister. She was moaning louder and more deeply than she had all afternoon. He was kneeling between her open legs with his cock bobbing just above her mons.

He left her boobs and kissed his way slowly down to her navel. While he used his tongue there, Jed began shooting ropes of cock cream all over the hands of Julie and I as we stroked him to climax. Jed then turned his full attention to Julie's cuse as Todd's tongue reached his sister's shaven snatch. I was panting heavily as I watched what happened next.

Todd licked up and down Bree's bare labia several times before plunging his tongue into the channel between the labia. He licked from her rosebud to just below her clit for several minutes. Bree moaned and squealed in pleasure--incestuous pleasure, getting louder and louder.

"Oh, Todd, I can't take this any more. Fuck me, NOW."

Taking her at her word, Todd mounted her missionary style and rubbed his cock up and down his sister's crevice. This time, he rubbed his knob on and around her clit, driving Bree even more wild.

On a final trip down, his cock head found Bree's open and waiting gate of heaven and pushed it in. Waiting for just a moment with only his glans inserted, Todd plunged balls deep in one swift and hard stroke.

Just as that happened, I was gently, but firmly, pushed onto my back and Jed mounted me missionary style. His rigid pole rested on my belly, pulsing with anticipation as he whispered in my ear.

"Lovely Janet. How glad I am that we could get together. I truly meant what I said a little while ago. I really did fall for you the other day at lunch. I want to be with you."

I just smiled and then kissed him passionately. To the sounds of the brother-sister fuck going on beside us, Todd kissed his way to my boobs and toyed with them in most pleasant ways. A trail of kisses then went to my navel and then on down to my mons.  

My pussy was covered by a nice blond thatch, but that would change after today. In fact, I think I'll ask Jed to wield the razor. As sounds of sexual climax came from the couple beside us, Jed fed his newly revived cock into my pussy and we commenced a most satisfying fuck. 

Julie was just watching in awe as Todd and Bree finished and Jed and I were well on our way to our own finish.

Would you believe? The sound of shoes clicking on the concrete apron was heard for still another time and we all turned to see who was the newest intruder to our little orgy. 

Ah, but that is another story for another time!

Finis

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