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Nancy's Quest Ch. 01

By: D.C. Roi



Passion in James County XIII

Nancy's Quest

By D.C. Roi

Chapter one

Nancy Dillon had only come to the convention alone because she had no choice. Her husband, George, was supposed to have come with her, but two days before they were supposed to leave, he came home from work and told her there was an emergency at work and he couldn't take the time off to go with her. Nancy's job required her to be at the convention, so she had no choice but to go without her husband. She was miffed at having to be there alone even though she knew it wasn't her husband's fault that he couldn't come with her.

She wanted her husband to come with her because if he was there, it would be a way of keeping things from happening that Nancy didn't want to happen. Things that happened every time she went away without her husband. Things that kept her in a constant struggle with guilt and shame.

Nancy decided to skip the conference banquet. The day had begun early and she was tired. She walked out of the main exhibition room and bumped into Mike Thomas, a man who, like Nancy, was a sales representative, but for a company that competed with hers. Their booths were next to each other and, during the day, they had introduced themselves and struck up a friendly conversation.

"Aren't you going to the banquet, Nancy?" Mike asked.

"I've heard Mel Burke talk before," Nancy replied, referring to the man who was giving a speech at the banquet. "I thought it would be better sleeping in my room than doing it sitting at a table in a smoke filled dining room."

Mike laughed. "I've heard Mel, too," he chuckled. "I know what you mean. How about having a drink with me before you go back to your room?"

Nancy accepted Mike's invitation and went with him to the hotel's cocktail lounge. The cocktail waitress came right over. He asked her what she wanted to drink, she told him, and he ordered.

Nancy in the cozy booth next to the man she'd just met, feeling very nervous. "I have to watch myself tonight," she told herself while they waited for their drinks to arrive. "Mike's a handsome guy and a smooth talker. I can't let myself act like I always do any more." When the drinks arrived, she sipped hers. "I'll finish this drink, then I'll go to my room," she thought. "That's what I have to do."

The bar had an Irish theme and a small Irish band was playing Gaelic tunes. Nancy liked the music, but the intimacy of the bar, and the fact that Mike was sitting very close to her made her feel very uneasy.

Nancy was thirty-five years old, although it was difficult to tell that by looking at her. She had honey brown hair that, when she wore it straight, hung just below her shoulders. Her pert, unlined face looked almost exactly as it did in her high school yearbook picture, and wide blue eyes that were one of her best features. Although she had three children, her body was as taut and lean as it had ever been. She was proud of the fact that her dress size was exactly what it was when she graduated from high school.

Tonight she was wearing an ivory coatdress that wrapped around her slim waist, and was held closed by a single gold button. It was cut quite low in front and was a bit more daring than the outfits she usually wore. She bought especially for the convention, thinking her husband would be coming with her, and he told her he thought it was beautiful when she modeled it for him after she bought it. She was sorry he wasn't with her now to see her wear it.

Mike sipped his drink and gazed across the table at Nancy. He had an appreciative look in his eyes. "What do you think about the convention so far?" he asked. "Make any sales?"

Nancy sipped a little more of her drink, then she nodded. "Actually, I did make a couple of sales, and I got names of a couple more people who want me to call on them later," she replied, smiling.

Mike smiled at her. "Sounds like you're doing better than I am," he said. "Of course, you have a better product to offer than I do, but don't tell my boss I told you that." He took a swallow of his drink. "You know, I kind of like this Irish music. It's a lot nicer than rock and roll."

Nancy smiled and nodded. "I know," she agreed. "Usually, in places like this, the band's been playing rock and roll. Maybe I'm getting old, but I just don't see what kids like about modern music."

Mike took another sip of his drink and nodded. "I know what you mean," he said. "Seems to me, modern rock and roll is just a lot of noise. It's a lot different than what they called rock and roll when I was a teenager, that's for sure. I've never heard much Irish music. It's nice, isn't it? It kind of makes you smile, doesn't it?"

"It does, doesn't it?" Nancy agreed. She'd been tapping her foot and humming along with the music. Along with her drink, the music did have her in a very good mood.

Mike looked across the table at Nancy, who sat there, acutely aware of his gaze, tapping her fingers on the table, keeping time with the band's beat. He took a deep breath. "Would you like to dance?" he asked.

"Tell him thank you, but don't do it," Nancy told herself. Then she had second thoughts. "Oh, heck, what's the harm in a dance or two?" she mused. She smiled at the man sitting across the table. "Thanks for asking me, Mike, I'd love to dance," she replied and slid out of the booth.

Mike stood up and they walked to the dance floor. For a minute, they stood on the edge of the small area filled with dancing couples, looking at each other, then Mike held out his arms and she stepped into them. When her body brushed against his, she was stunned when she felt a fluttering sensation in her stomach and her breath caught. "Just one dance!" she warned herself. "You're going to do something stupid if you keep this up!"

While they danced, Nancy noticed that Mike was holding himself away from her awkwardly, as if he was trying to keep from his body from touching hers. Then he brushed against her and she realized why he was doing what he holding himself that way. He had an erection! He was getting turned on by dancing with her!

"My God! I don't believe he's turned on from dancing with me!" she thought. The fluttering in her stomach grew more pronounced. "He's holding himself that way so I can't tell!" That realization caused the feelings Nancy had begun to experience to flourish. She pressed her body against her partner's as they danced, knowing she was teasing him, but teasing herself at the same time. She wanted to keep the unsettling, but nice, feelings growing inside her, even though she knew it was dangerous for her to play this game.

The song they were dancing to ended. Nancy was disappointed, but her disappointment quickly faded when the band moved into another number. She and Mike stayed on the dance floor and, as they continued to dance, she kept brushing against him. She managed to let her leg hit his quite often, making it more and more getting difficult for her partner to conceal the swollen shaft in his pants.

Nancy was disappointed when the band announced that the next number they were playing would be the last for the night. She was having a wonderful time, and was sad that the evening, which had wound up being much more fun than she expected, was coming to an end.

When the last dance was over, she walked back to the table with Mike. "Thanks for asking me to dance, Mike. It was fun," she said softly after they sat down. "George and I don't get out much. I'd almost forgotten how much fun it is to dance."

"Sandy, my wife, and I don't go dancing as much as I'd like, either," Mike said. "It's kind of funny, really. We keep talking about how we need to take the time to do it, but there's always something else to do. You probably know how that is, don't you?"

Nancy nodded. "It's the same with George and me," she replied. Then she stifled a yawn. "Excuse me! I guess I need to get back to my room and get some sleep," she said, "I've got to be up and in our booth early tomorrow."

"I guess I better get to bed, too," Mike said.

They got up, left the lounge, and started down the hallway to their rooms. When they arrived at Nancy's room, she stopped, turned to face Mike and studied his face.

Mike smiled at her and took a deep breath. "I...I, ah, I had a very nice time tonight, Nancy," he said. His voice sounded raspy.

"I did, too, Mike," Nancy replied. "I had more fun than I've had in a long time." She took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "You made my evening much more enjoyable than I thought it was going to be." "Go in your room now!" a voice inside her yelled. "Before you do something you'll be sorry for!"

Mike took a step closer. Nancy, looking up at him, smiling, and suddenly realized she was breathing hard and her heart was pounding. Then he bent and his head started moving toward hers. Nancy thought about stopping him, but instead she decided there would be no harm in sharing a "good night" kiss with him.

Then their lips met and intense, overwhelming feelings flashed through her. Nancy, reacting instinctively to those feelings, pressed against Mike and heard herself moaning softly into his mouth. Her arms encircled him, pulling him against her. Mike wrapped his arms around her and the kiss continued, growing more and more intense. Their mouths opened, their tongues lashed, and their bodies continued to strain against each other.

When the kiss ended, Nancy took a half-step back and stood there, her heart pounding, gasping for breath, staring into Mike's eyes. She couldn't believe how she had allowed this to happen again. The fluttering in her stomach was now churning desire, desire she wasn't able to deny. "Do...do you want to come in?" Nancy heard herself say. Even though she knew she shouldn't be doing it, she was inviting Mike into her room! Like always when this happened, there was an unreal feeling about her. It felt as if she was outside her body, listening as someone else performed these shameful acts.

Mike nodded, then he stood next to Nancy with his arm around her while she fumbled around in her purse, looking for her room key. When she finally located the key, she unlocked the door to her room and went inside, very aware of the fact that Mike had entered the room with her. She knew what was going to happen next, even though she also knew it was terribly wrong.

She watched Mike push the door closed and lock it. Then she again found herself in Mike's arms, with his lips pressing against hers and his tongue spearing into her mouth. His actions served to fan the passion, which had begun to smolder deep inside her earlier in the evening, into a free-burning conflagration of need. She was totally swept up in the feelings she was experiencing, feelings that brushed aside any thoughts of stopping that remained in her mind. Mike clasped her buttocks in his hands and pulled her against him. She felt his swollen organ pressing against her belly and moaned softly.

Mike started moving toward the big bed in the center of the room, pulling her with him. She knew she should stop this, and tried desperately to formulate the words to tell him that they had to stop. While her mental struggle continued, she felt Mike open the single button that held her dress closed. Then his hands slid onto her bare flesh. Unbearably sweet, overwhelming sensations burst through her when he touched her bare skin. He stripped her clothes off and continued to caress her. His actions aroused her and stilled her protests. Even though she knew what she was allowing Mike to do was wrong, she was no longer able to muster even a thought of stopping.

Mike let go of her and stripped his clothes off, then he grabbed her and they fell onto the bed. He landed on top of Nancy and her hand searched between them and grasped his swollen cock.

When Mike groaned and lifted his hips, Nancy positioned the tip of his erection at her opening, then he lowered himself. Exquisite sensations flooded her when his cock sank into her. Past caring whether what she was doing was wrong or not, she locked her legs behind her companion while her body strained off the bed. She was experiencing a level of arousal with a man who was a vitural stranger much higher than anything she ever experienced with her husband. It was always like this!

Neither Mike nor Nancy had spoken since they entered the room, and, save for their groans of passion, they remained wordless as their bodies struggled toward release.

Nancy broke the silence when she attained release. "Now!!! Oh, God!!! Nowwwwww!!! Nowwwww!!! Nowwwwwwwwww!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" she moaned. Her body stiffened and began to vibrate with orgasmic feelings. Her fingers dug into Mike's bottom as he drove into her. Her orgasm was stupendous!

"Yeahhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Mike cried as he pumped his hot cream into her. When his passion was finally spent, he rolled off Nancy and laid next to her on the bed.

Nancy laid beside Mike with tears in her eyes and her mind in tumult. Despite her determination not to let something like this happen again, it had. She had allowed herself to have sex with a man she'd just met! She'd violated her marriage vows again! She'd betrayed her husband and her children! Just like the times this had happened before, she felt incredibly guilty and ashamed. Even the powerful feelings of recrimination filling her mind couldn't keep her from being aware of how wonderful what she just experienced had been. She didn't know what to say to Mike, so she wiped the tears away and didn't say anything.

After a while Nancy, needed to go to the bathroom, so she got out of bed. She was nervous about being naked in front of Mike, so she looked around for something she could use to cover herself. She saw his shirt, picked it up, slipped into it, then she walked to the bathroom. In the bathroom, as she went about doing what she had to do, she once again began to experience feelings of guilt and shame. She couldn't believe she had let herself get that out of control again, especially after she'd promised herself it wasn't going to happen. What was she going to do now? Should she ask Mike to leave? How could she go back out in the bedroom and face him after the way she'd acted? How was she going to face her husband and kids when she got home?

She knew she couldn't hide in the bathroom all night, so she went back out to the bedroom, walked to the bed, and sat down on it, cross-legged, still wearing Mike's shirt. She leaned over and kissed him softly and stroked his face with her hand. "Mike, that...that was wonderful," she whispered.

Mike smiled up at her. "It was wonderful, wasn't it?" he said. "You know, Nancy, I...I didn't expect this to happen. I...I hope you aren't upset with me."

Nancy shook her head. "I...I'm not sorry it happened," she murmured. "I...I guess, maybe, we shouldn't have done it, but we can't change that now, can we? What's done is done." The thing that troubled her the most about what had happened was that she couldn't remember the last time making love with her husband George had been as exciting as making love with a man who was a virtual stranger had been.

"I'm not sorry it happened, either," Mike replied. "You...you were wonderful! God, you're so lovely!"

Nancy was sitting with her bare legs near Mike's face. He rolled on his side and began to stroke them lightly with his fingers.

Nancy looked down at him and smiled. "It's sweet of you to say that," she replied softly.

Mike looked at her questioningly. "Do you want me to go back to my room?" he asked.

Nancy thought for a few moments, then she shook her head. "Why? We can't undo what we've done, can we?" she replied, "What good would your going back to your room do?" She slid under the covers and rolled on her side to face him.

Eagerly, Mike pushed the shirt she still wore apart, then he took one of her nipples between his lips and sucked it into his mouth. She groaned softly and slid her hands into his hair. "God, I love that!" she murmured while he suckled her. "It makes my stomach feel all fluttery!"

Mike continued nursing on her, moving his mouth from one breast to the other, sucking her as if he were a desperately hungry infant. Her nipples grew hard and firm and stood out proudly from the smooth flesh surrounding them.

While he was suckling her breast, he began to slide his hands over her, exploring, searching.

The sensations Nancy experienced as Mike's hand moved lightly over her soft, warm flesh were powerfully arousing. What she was doing might be terribly wrong, but it did feel wonderful!

After a while, Mike abandoned Nancy's breasts, leaving her rigid nipples glistening with wetness. He began to kiss the rest of her body. His lips traveled over her softly rounded belly and she murmured with delight.

"Ohhhhh!!! Yesss!!! Yessss!!!!" Nancy groaned, rolling onto her back. She could feel her body moving more and more insistently as his lips and hands roamed over it.

Mike's hand slipped between her legs and slid upward. Nancy gasped when he began to toy with her still-wet vagina. He slid one finger into her, her back arched, and her moans grew louder. "Yess!!! Yessss!!!" she cried. "God, Yes!!" She felt his lips approaching the damp mass of her pubic hair. They moved through it and the wonderful sensations she was experiencing grew and her movements became more and more furious. "Oh, yess!!! Oh, yes!!! Oh, yesssss!!!" she mewled.

Mike continued with his caresses, evoking a constant stream of cries of delight from her. His tongue lashed her clit and his finger pistoned in and out of her well-lubricated opening, and her body went wild. She could feel his cock, which had re-awakened, pressing against her leg.

"Oh, God, Mike!! That feels too good!!! I'm...I'm going to come!!! Oh, God!!!!" she groaned, her back arching. "Gahhhhhhhhh!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Uhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Her hips began to buck when another incredibly intense orgasm roared through her.

When Nancy began to calm, Mike rolled her onto her belly, pulled up her hips, and plunged his cock into her still-quivering opening.

Nancy was surprised but delighted by Mike's action. "Yesss!!! Oh, Yessss!!!" she cried, pressing back against him. "I need you, Mike!!! Take me!!! Please, Mike!!!"

Mike drove into her powerfully, his cock surging deep into her, his thighs slapping hers. He reached under her, took abreast in each hand, and squeezed them, letting the nipples jut between his fingers, tantalizing her.

"I can't...I can't stand it!!! It feels so good!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!" Nancy whimpered as the man continued to hammer into her. "Oh, Jesus!!! I...I'm gonna...I'm gonna do it!!! Ag...gain!!! I'm gonna come again!!! Now!!! Now!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

"Me, toooooooo!!!!" Mike roared. Once more his body sent jets of his torrid cream spewing into her.

Sated, they collapsed onto the bed. Mike pulled his softening cock out of Nancy and they rolled into each other's arms.

Nancy kissed him fervently. "God! I haven't experienced anything this wonderful in ages!" she whispered, breathless. "Don't go back to your room. I want to wake up with you next to me!"

Mike kissed her tenderly. "I was hoping that's what you'd say," he told her.

They pulled the covers up and, locked in each other's arms, soon fell asleep. 

Nancy's Quest Ch. 02



Passion in James County XIII

Nancy's Quest

By D.C. Roi

Chapter two

Nancy was very distracted during the convention sessions she attended the next day. She felt guilty about what she had allowed to happen with Mike the night before, but she couldn't keep memories of how wonderful what she'd done with him had been out of her mind, either. How long had it been since she'd been that turned on with her husband? She couldn't recall.

She loved her husband, but she couldn't help wondering if there might be something wrong with their relationship or, perhaps, there was something seriously wrong with her.

When they got up that morning, she and Mike made love, then he went off to his room to take a shower and get changed. He told her he probably wouldn't see her until late in the day because his boss wanted him to visit some clients who lived in the city where the convention was being held.

A handsome young black man approached her booth about midway through the morning. He told her his name was Paul Walker and said he was interested in the products her firm sold. "My company's just getting started," he explained, "but we've tried your product in our production line, and it seems to work well."

"Would you like more information?" Nancy asked. "Perhaps I could explain why, even though our product seems to be a bit more expensive, it really isn't if you consider the total package."

The man smiled, exposing a mouth filled with even white teeth, and nodded. "I'd be very interested in that," he said.

Nancy explained the range of products and services her company offered and, as she did, she realized she was powerfully attracted to him. More and more she thought about seducing him and less and less about selling her product to him. "What is wrong with me?" she mused. "Why am I suddenly having these kinds of thoughts? What is making me act like this?"

Even though she was disturbed by her thoughts, she couldn't keep herself from wondering what the handsome black man would be like in bed. She began to try to figure out how to get him there.

"Why don't I buy you lunch, Paul?" she said. "On the way, we can stop by my room. I have more material on this there. I'll be happy to give you copies."

Paul smiled. "I never, ever turn down an invitation to have lunch with an attractive woman," he said. "Especially when she's buying."

When they walked out of the exhibition hall, Nancy realized she was growing aroused at the prospect of being alone in her room with the handsome young man. She continued to speculate on what he'd be like in bed as they walked to the elevator to go up to her room, supposedly to get the papers she said she'd give him. "I can't believe I'm thinking like this!" she thought. "What's happening to me? Why am I acting like this?"

They arrived at her room and she unlocked the door and, after Paul walked inside, she followed him. While she went to get the papers she said she'd give the young man she kept watching him. The lascivious thought that had started flooding her mind while she was talking with him on the convention floor kept running through her mind, arousing her more and more. She'd never slept with a black man. She was sure she had an opportunity to find out what that would be like. Was she so wanton she would actually do it?

Paul watched the woman search through her briefcase. He was very aware that she had been giving him hot looks the whole time they were talking downstairs, and knew what she really wanted when she asked him to come up to her room. That didn't upset him. He found her very attractive. She was wearing a ribbed cotton knit sweater, with a soft white T-shirt under it, and a pair of brown stretch-knit leggings. The outfit showed off her lithe figure quite well.

"If you want, I can explain some of the things so you can explain it to your boss," Nancy said. "That might help him understand what I've explained to you."

"Ah..., OK," Paul murmured, smiling nervously. "I...I really appreciate getting you taking the time to do this. I mean, you didn't have to..." Even though he was sure the woman wanted to get it on with him, he was still a bit wary. After all, other guys he knew had gotten in big trouble messing around with white women. Maybe times were changing, but not that much.

"Paul, you look very tense. Are you always this tense?" Nancy asked, thrilled by the way the young man was reacting. "Do I make you nervous?" She was sure he could sense the sexual tension between them. She certainly did, and was enjoying it tremendously. It had been a long time since she'd had this kind of effect on anyone.

"Ah...no...ah...I...I'm not that, ah, tense," Paul protested.

Nancy smiled and let her eyes roam over him. He really was gorgeous! And his reticence made him even more attractive. "Relax, Paul, I don't bite," she said. "Sit down, I'll explain this information to you." "What am I doing?" she thought. "I shouldn't be acting like this. Not again. If I keep this up, I'm going to destroy my marriage and family!" She brushed aside the warnings.

They sat down at the table and Nancy began to give Paul a detailed explanation of the products and services her firm offered. After a while, she got up and walked around to Paul's side of the table to point out something on an information sheet she'd given him. When she leaned over him she purposely let her body brush against his. She was thrilled when she heard his breathing grow strained.

She looked down and realized that he was gazing into the neck of her blouse, which had fallen away from her body when she bent over. Thrills coursed through her. She didn't know what was happening to her! She couldn't believe how forward she was acting! The bizarre thing was, she didn't care! She wanted this to happen, this and much more! "Paul!" she said softly, "Are you doing what I think you are?"

The young man looked up at her, his face filled with trepidation. "Uh...I...I..." he stammered. He swallowed hard.

"Paul, you naughty boy! You were looking down my blouse, weren't you?" Nancy said.

Paul took a deep breath, averted her eyes, and nodded.

"Did you like what you saw, Paul?" Nancy asked. She could feel her nipples hardening and wetness seeping from her vagina. This was so wild! He hadn't even touched her and she was already aroused!

Paul nodded and looked at her. Sweat beaded on his forehead and began to trickle down his face. He had never before encountered a woman who was this direct about wanting sex and it disconcerted him. But, since she seemed to want what he did, he figured he might just as well let her do whatever it was she planned to do.

Nancy kept pressing against his arm and felt him trembling. "My goodness, Paul, you're sweating," she murmured, as thrills continued to deluge her. "Is it too warm in here for you?" She was electrified by his reaction. This was going even better than she'd hoped it would!

"Uh...yeah...it...it is a bit warm, I guess," Paul croaked.

"Why don't you take your jacket off?" Nancy suggested. "Maybe that will make you more comfortable."

Paul stood up, slipped his jacket off, folded it carefully and laid it over the back of his chair. He stood there, gazing at the pretty woman, his heart pounding. This was a trip, a real trip!

"I don't know, Paul, you still look warm," Nancy said as excitement continued booming through her. She could have him! And she would! "I think I know what might help," she said. She undid his tie and pulled it off, then she began to unbutton his shirt.

"Ah...what...what are...what are you doing?" Paul stammered. "We..." He shut his mouth and stood there, panting, while the woman continued opening his shirt.

Nancy peeled the young man's shirt off, baring the upper half of his body. "There, Paul, isn't that better?" she murmured. She looked at him. He was slim but well-muscled. She slid her hands over his bare chest, teasing his nipples with her fingernails. She loved the fact that her caresses caused him to gasp and made him tremble. "You have a fabulous body, Paul," she whispered. "Do you work out?"

"Ah...yeah...I...I do go to the health club sometimes," Paul stammered.

Nancy continued to flick her fingernails over his nipples, which grew hard as rocks. She could heard his breathing grow harsh. This was even more thrilling than what she'd done with Mike! "I bet I'm not the first woman who has told you that, am I?" she whispered.

Paul shook his head. "I...I...no," he replied softly. "You...you aren't."

"Paul, do you have a girlfriend?" Nancy murmured. She watched her pale hand slide over him. It was a stark contrast to his smooth, ebony skin. The sight vastly intensified her exhilaration.

"I...no...I...I'm married!" Paul gasped.

"I didn't know!" Nancy murmured. She didn't care, either! His wife wasn't here and she was! Her hands continued moving lightly over his swarthy skin, which shone with a coating of perspiration. "Is your marriage happy, Paul?"

Paul nodded.

The sheen of sweat on his dark skin made him even more tantalizing to Nancy, who could barely wait to find out what it would be like making it love with him. "Have you ever cheated on your wife, Paul?" Nancy asked. As far as she was concerned, he was going violate his marriage vows very soon!

Paul shook his head. Actually, that was a lie, but he had a feeling it would go better for him if she thought he had been faithful to his wife.

"Would...would you like to make love with me, Paul?" she asked.

He nodded. "I...uh...yeah...I..." he croaked. It was all he'd been thinking about since he realized she was coming on to him down on the convention floor.

"If that's the case, it would be much better if we were both naked, wouldn't it?" Nancy said. She slid her hands to the waist of his slacks, opened them, then she pushed them down to his ankles. The only clothes remaining on him were his jockey shorts, which formed a white band around the center of his dark, lean body.

Nancy saw the bulge in those shorts, licked her lips and gazed at his swollen crotch. "My goodness, Paul!" she exclaimed. She touched the bulge and he jolted as if she'd given him an electric shock. A tremor went through her, too. This was even more wonderful than she expected it to be!

"Oh, God!" Paul croaked, "I...I shouldn't be doing this! I...I'm married!"

"What's the matter, Paul, I thought you said you wanted me?" Nancy whispered. She grasped his cock and squeezed it. It was so hot! And so hard! She could feel it throbbing! "You do want me, don't you, Paul?"

"Yesssssssss!!!" he replied, "But...Agggghhhh!!! What about my wife?"

"She doesn't have to know!" Nancy murmured. "What you and I do here is between us." She slipped her hand into his shorts, grasped his swollen organ, and began to stroke the torrid, pulsing wand. He groaned even more fervently.

"Paul, do you really want me to stop?" Nancy whispered. "It doesn't feel like you do."

Paul shook his head. "No, Oh, God, no!" he groaned.

Still trembling, Paul stood there while Nancy pushed down his jockey shorts. The minute they were off, she stared at his erection. His penis wasn't the biggest she'd ever seen, but it was long and slim. She wrapped her pale hand around his slim, black shaft. "Oh, Paul, this is magnificent!" she whispered. "Would you mind if I kissed it?" She saw the man's eyes widen and heard his breathing turn harsh. She shoved him back, toward the bed. When his legs hit the mattress, he sat down. She knelt in front of him, bent, and took his straining ebony organ into her mouth.

"Oh, Godddddd!!!!" he groaned. The last thing he expected was that she'd give him a blow-job! God, it felt wild! He wasn't sure how long he was going to be able to stand what she was doing to him! "I'm going to come!" he murmured. "That feels too good!"

Paul's groan of pleasure was music to Nancy's ears. She stopped sucking him and looked up at him. "Go ahead, Paul, do whatever you have to do," she told him, then once more, she ingested his twitching cock. At the same time, she began to roll his swollen, hot balls in her soft hands.

A look of ecstasy contorted Paul's face, his hips began to lurch and he flopped back on the bed. He couldn't believe she wanted him to come in her mouth! Well, if that's what she wanted... "Oh!!! Ohh!!! Ohhhhhhh!!! Arrrrggghhhhh!!! Arrrrrgggghhhh!!!" he moaned. His cock started throbbing, then he was coming. "God!!! Oh, God!!! I'm commmminnnnngggggggg!!!!"

Nancy couldn't believe how much hot, viscous fluid the young man discharged into her mouth! She was so excited that when he came, she did, too! She couldn't believe it. She nursed the twitching black pole while he laid on the bed, breathing hard, not moving. Finally she felt it begin to soften.

Nancy wasn't finished. She'd just started. She let Paul's limp cock slide from her mouth then, more aroused than she'd ever been, she stood up and peeled off her clothes. She saw the young man staring at her as she disrobed and found the way his eyes looked very exciting! "Paul, do you think I have a good body?" she asked. She couldn't understand what had come over her, why she was acting like this, but nothing, not even guilt and shame, could stop her!

Paul's eyes were fastened on her breasts. He nodded and croaked, "Yes! I...I think you're gorgeous!"

"Would you like to touch me?" Nancy whispered.

Paul nodded.

Nancy found the situation very exciting! Being the one in control was incredibly arousing! The sumptuous young black man was totally at her command. He would do whatever she wanted! She laid down on the bed next to him, took his hand and placed it on her breast. "Go ahead, Paul, touch me!" she murmured. She was so excited she could hardly draw a breath. A tremor went through her when his hand contacted her breast. "Oh, God, Paul! Your hand is so soft...and warm!"

Paul began to explore her body. His dark hand slid over Nancy, exploring her, exciting her more than she thought possible. Soft murmurs of delight emanated from her as his caresses grew bolder and more ardent. "Oh, Paul!" she cooed. "Your touch is wonderful! I love the way you touch me!"

"You're fantastic!" he exclaimed, awed. "So fantastic!" He began to suck her nipple.

Nancy's back arched and she groaned. This was marvelous! She loved the way he sucked her nipples! "Yesssss, Paul!!! Oh, Yesssssss!!!!" she moaned as his dark, thick lips punished her nerve-filled nipple. She grabbed his head and pulled him against her. "Eat me, Paul!" she moaned. "I want you to eat me!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Paul exclaimed. He slid down so he was lying between her legs, then he began to investigate her sopping vagina with his finger. After a few delightful moments, his lips crushed against her middle and she went wild.

"Oh, Paul!!! Paul!!!" Nancy moaned, her hips twisting and lifting and she delighted in the tempestuous sensations he was bestowing on her! "That's fabulous! Oh, Paul!! That feels exquisite!"

With his ebony head nestled between Nancy's pale, trembling thighs, Paul's thick lips and probing tongue continued to assail her vagina. Her body shook, she clutched her breasts, and her head rolled from side to side on the bed. "Oh, Paul!!! Oh, Paul!!! That's it!! That's it!!!" she babbled. Her legs clamped around the young man's head. God, did he ever know how to use his tongue!

Then what Nancy wanted so desperately happened! "Oh, Paul!!! Suck my clit!!! Yessssss!!! Yessss!!!" she cried, writhing.

She felt Paul's fingers digging into her ass and the fantastic feelings he was giving her continued, as did her howls of amazement. "Paul!!! Oh, Paul, that feels good!!!" she moaned. "So good!!! So gooooooodddddddddd!!! So gooooooodddddddddd!!! So gooooooodddddddddd!!!" Her body gleamed with sweat resulting from her frantic exertions. "Commmmminnnnngggggg!!! Oh, Paul!!! I'm commmminnnnnggggg!! I'm commmminnnnnggggg!! I'm commmminnnnnngggg!!!!" she shrieked, "Don't stop!!! Don't stop!!! Don't stop!!! Eat me!! Eat meeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!" Her hips bucked ferociously. When her orgasm finally began to wane, her legs fell from Paul's shoulders and thumped onto the bed.

Nancy laid there, barely able to breathe! "My God, Paul!" she gasped. "That was marvelous!"

"Did I do good?" Paul asked.

"It...it was better than I dreamed it would be!" Nancy replied. "You made me feel so wonderful!" She glanced down and saw that his ebony shaft was again jutting proudly from his middle. She took hold of the swollen, stiff pole. "I believe we should do something about this," she said, "Don't you agree?"

"Yeah!" Paul croaked, shuddering. That was what he'd been waiting for, what he'd wanted her to say the minute he walked into the room!

Nancy pulled him on top of her. "Then put it in me!" she urged.

Paul rolled onto her, reached between them, and guided his tumescence into her opening, then his hips surged downward. "Uhhhhhhhhh!" he grunted as he lunged into her.

Nancy felt the dark wand sliding into her body and was stunned. She had no idea making love with him would be such a fabulous experience! Her hips thrust upward, responding to the motions of his lean, muscular hips. Her fingers dug into his bottom and she could feel the muscles in his ass tightening as he plunged into her! His hips were a blur of frantic motion and the force of his fucking shook her. It was obvious he wanted her desperately and had little control left. After a few wild moments, his body stiffened, the muscles of his neck and shoulders strained, then...

"Gonna come!!! Gonna come!!! Oh, God!! I'm gonna come!!!" he roared. "I...I'm commmminnnnnnngggggg!!!!"

"Yesssssss!!!! Yessssssss!!!! Yesssssss!!!!" Nancy shrieked, driven beyond rationality by his lunging hips and plunging cock, "I can feel it!!!!! Make me come, too!!! Make me come, too!!! Yessssssss!!! Yesssssssssssssss!!!! Yesssssssssssssss!!!! Yesssssssssssssss!!!!" 

The experience they shared was so intense it was a while after they finished before either of them was able to talk.

"Paul, is this the first time you've cheated on your wife?" Nancy asked the young man.

"Yes," he admitted. "I...I never did anything like this before."

"Are you sorry you did it?" she asked. 

Paul was thoughtful for a moment, then he shook his head. "I...I guess not," he said softly.

Nancy smiled at him. "I hope you don't think we're finished," she said. "There are many more things I'd like to do with you."

She got onto her knees and presented her ass to him. When Paul began to kiss and lick her bottom, she almost fainted with delight. This was something she hadn't anticipated. A bit later, she felt him move, then his cock slapped her bottom. He was hard again!

Paul was still turned on, and he knew she was, too. He plunged his cock into her, knowing he was giving her exactly what she wanted!

"Paul!!!" she cried, "Ohhhhh!! Yessssssss!!!! Do it!!! Do ittttt!!!!"

He stabbed deep, then leaned over her. Nancy felt his chest against her back, then he grabbed her breasts and lightning bolts of ecstasy flashed through her.

"Ohhh, Paul!!! That's so nice!!!" she cried and braced herself against his powerful thrusts.

"Making love with you is incredible!" the young man exclaimed. She was just about the hottest chick he'd ever been with in his life!

"Oh, God!! Is it ever!!" Nancy gushed. "Nowwwwwwww!!!! Oh, Paul!!!!! Nowwwwwwwwwwww!!!! Nowwwwwwwwwwww!!!!" she cried, her body jolting frantically. Once again she was coming, wonderfully, beautifully! "Oh, God, Paul!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! You're doing it agggggaiiinnnnnnn!!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! I'm commmminnnnggg!!!! I'm commmmmmmmiinnnnnnngggggg!!!!"

"Yahhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Paul groaned, shuddering as he spewed his seed into her.

Completely exhausted, they collapsed on the bed.

Nancy curled up with her back to the man she believed she had seduced and sobbed quietly. Now that it was over, she wished he'd leave. She could feel the heat from his body and the weight of him on the bed. All that did was remind her of the terrible things she'd done with him.




Nancy's Quest Ch. 02



"Damn!" Paul thought as he lay next to Nancy resting. "I do believe that shy act works better than anything else I ever tried. I'm sure as hell going to try it again next chance I get." 



Nancy's Quest Ch. 03



Passion in James County XIII

Nancy's Quest

By D.C. Roi

Chapter three

The next morning, Nancy awoke in her hotel room with Mike Thomas asleep next to her. After she and Paul finishing their tryst, Nancy called her boss and told him she wasn't feeling well. Her boss told her he could manage things by himself and to get some rest. Early in the evening Mike called and asked if he could come up and see her. He said they'd call room service for dinner. They did, and after they ate, they wound up spending a second night together.

Now it was morning. Today she would be going home, back to her husband. Nancy laid there, looking at the man sleeping next to her, and as she did, memories of what she'd done during the convention flooded her mind and filled her with guilt. There was something inside her that drove her to do these horrible things, something she had no control over. She knew the way she had acted the past two days was horribly wrong, but she had no control over herself!

What would happen to her marriage if George ever found out? He once said he'd leave her if he ever found out she'd cheated on him! On the other hand, he didn't have to know, did he? He'd never found out before, and she certainly wasn't about to go home and confess that she'd been acting like a slut.

Being careful not to waken Mike, she slid out of bed and headed for the bathroom. One thing she liked about motels was the big showers most of them had, and that she could stay in the shower as long as she wanted without having to worry about running up the water bill. Taking a long, hot shower was one of her favorite activities.

A bit later, while she stood in the shower, under the piercing hot spray, washing herself, she heard the shower door open, turned, and jumped. Mike was standing there. She smiled and made no effort to cover her nakedness. "Mike! You startled me," she gasped.

"You don't mind if I join you, do you?" Mike asked. "I need a shower, too."

"No, of course not. Why should I?" Nancy said. She reached for the soap, intending to add lather to her washcloth.

Mike took the washcloth from her hand. "Would you like some help with that?" he asked.

Nancy grinned, glanced down, and saw his erect cock. "I think it would be wonderful," she giggled, "but we can't take too long, I don't want to miss my flight."

"You won't, I promise," Mike replied. He lathered the cloth and began washing her, paying very meticulous attention to her breasts.

Nancy's nipples - which were quite large when she was aroused - swiftly stiffened, poking through the white suds covering her fine breasts. "I..." she stammered. She felt her legs growing wobbly and clutched his arm. "I...Ahhh!...don't stop. Ahhhhhhh!!! Uhhhhhhh!!! God! I haven't done this in so long. George, he..." Her eyes clouded with confusion and doubt. "We..."

Before she could continue talking, Mike covered her lips with his. Her mouth opened, her arms slid around him, and their tongues lashed. Her wet body pressed against his, trapping his rigid cock against her soft belly. He slid the washcloth down her back and cupped her bottom.

When the kiss ended, Nancy took the washcloth from him. "Now it's my turn," she said softly. She took the soap and got the cloth even more covered with lather than he had it. She wrapped the lathery cloth around Mike's rigid cock and washed it extremely thoroughly. So thoroughly that, by the time she finished, his legs were shaking.

"If...if you keep...that up," he gasped, "I'm going to blow right here in the shower."

Nancy giggled. "I'd hate to waste a good load," she murmured, hanging on to his erect member. "I have a much better idea." She released him, turned her back to him, and bent over.

Mike didn't need to be told what she wanted. He centered his cock on her opening and drove it into her.

"Yesssss!!! Oh, God, Yessssss!!!" Nancy hissed when she felt Mike's engorged shaft sliding into her. "I...I was thinking about what we did last night a little earlier and I got that fluttery feeling inside just from thinking about it. I woke up needing you...Ohhhhhhh!!!...but I didn't want to wake you."

Mike continued to slide his cock in and out of her with an even pace. "I...I...wouldn't have...minded," he said. He leaned forward and took her breasts in his hands.

Nancy groaned and pressed back against him, trying to take him deeper into her. "I...I won't be...able...to wait...long if...Ohhhhhhhh!!!" she moaned. "Nowwwwwwwwww!!!! Nowwwwwwww!!! Nowwwwwww!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Her body stiffened, then she began to shudder as an orgasm roared through her.

Clutching her breasts, Mike exploded. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" he bawled, his body quivering, when torrents of his hot effluent jetted into her.

It was a quite a while after their shared orgasm ended before either of them could stand without assistance. When, at last, they were able to stand, Nancy turned, moved against Mike, put her arms around him, and laid her head on his chest.

"Mike, you are amazing!" she murmured. "I...I can't get enough of you. The minute you touch me, I want you!"

"I feel the same way," Mike told her. "Actually, I don't even have to touch you, all I have to do is look at you."

She looked at him and smiled. "You know, we should get out of the shower before we get all wrinkled," she giggled.

They got out and playfully toweled each other dry. While Nancy finished doing her hair and putting on her makeup, Mike got dressed and went to his room to get a change of clothes. Before he left, he stuck his head in the bathroom. "I'm going back to my room to change and pack my stuff so I can check out," he told her.

"Come back when you're finished. We can get some breakfast," Nancy said as she dried her hair with an electric hair dryer.

When Nancy finished with her hair, she slipped into a tan cashmere cardigan and snug brown corduroy slacks. She'd just finished dressing when a soft knock sounded on her door. She opened it and found Mike, smiling, standing there, his suitcase in his hand.

"I like your outfit," he said as he walked into the room. "It's really pretty."

"Thank you," Nancy said. She hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. Then she slipped out of his arms and walked to the sliding glass door that opened onto the small porch, which looked out over the hotel's parking lot.

Seeing Mike's suitcase once more reminded her that today she had to return to the real world, the world in which she couldn't behave as wantonly as she had the past few days. She'd also have to face her husband, and was a little fearful about what it would be like when she saw George again.

Mike walked over to her, put his arms around her from behind, and she leaned into his embrace. "What's the matter?" he asked. "Is something wrong? You got very quiet all of a sudden."

"Have...have we...made a mistake?" she asked softly. "I...I'm really scared about going home."

"I don't know what to say," Mike replied. "I...I'm a little nervous about going home and facing Sandy, too."

"I...I've never, ever acted like I have the last few days. I can't let George know how...how I acted," she continued. "If he ever found out he...he'd be destroyed."

"Are you sure you want to discuss this with me?" Mike asked. "After all, what's done is done. We can't change what's happened, can we?"

"I guess you're right," Nancy agreed. "I guess I'm just not sure what will happen."

"I hate to sound cold," Mike said, "but I think there isn't much I can do to help you with that, or that you can do to help me. Question is, are we going to get breakfast...or..."

"Or what?" Nancy asked.

Mike pulled her against him. When he did, she could feel his swelling cock pressing against her bottom. Thrills rushed through her once more. "Oh, Mike! My God! I can't believe it! You're insatiable!" she exclaimed, moving her bottom against his swollen organ.

Mike cupped her breasts through her sweater and she moaned softly. "This is unbelievable!" she murmured. "It's like I said earlier. The minute you touch me, I need you."

 "I think that's kind nice, don't you?" Mike said.

"Yesss! I...I guess," Nancy replied. She still couldn't understand why she couldn't keep herself from acting like a tramp, but the more Mike's hands moved on her, the less she worried about that. More urgent matters forced the thoughts of recrimination from her mind.

Mike unbuttoned her sweater, then his hands slid onto her breasts, which were encased in a lacy white bra. Nancy moaned softly and let her head fall onto his shoulder. "Oh, Mike, this...this is crazy!" she cooed. "We...we're adults. But we're acting like a pair of horny kids."

"You aren't complaining, are you?" Mike asked. He found the bra clasp between her breasts and unhooked it. Then his hands slid onto her bared breasts and began a gentle, circular motion, causing her nipples to stiffen into his palms.

Nancy found what Mike was doing delightful. "No!" she groaned, shaking, "Oh, Mike! You make me feel so good!"

He began twirling her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers and the fleshy buds extended and hardened even more.

Nancy slid her hands between them, searching for his cock. She got his zipper open, then her warm hands moved inside his pants and she grasped his rigid shaft. She heard Mike groan and felt him shudder. "God, Mike, how can you be turned on already?" she gasped. "We...we just made love a little while ago!"

She felt Mike shrug. "I guess you just have that effect on me!" he choked as she stroked his rock-hard pole. He backed to the bed, released his grip on her breasts, turned her so she was facing him and their lips fused in a passionate kiss.

With their mouths still joined, Mike let himself fall onto the bed, pulling Nancy with him. Once they were on the bed, she fumbled his pants open, then grabbed his cock again. She felt his hands struggling with her clothes. He was a bit clumsy, but he did manage to get her sweater off and her slacks open. While he did that, she pulled off his T-shirt.

When all their clothes were finally off, Nancy fell atop him, her mouth capturing his. She felt Mike's hands roaming her back and bottom, caressing her gently, continuing to rouse her.

Nancy wrapped her hands around Mike's rigid cock and before he realized what she was doing, she had him sliding into her. She pushed herself up on straightened arms and began to move her hips. "I like this. It feels like you're in me really deep!" she murmured as she persisted with the unrelenting movements that were giving her so much delight. She felt Mike take her dancing breasts in his hands. He began to rub his thumbs over the stiffened tips. Her eyes closed and she let her head rolled back. "God, Mike! You know exactly what to do to make me feel good!" she groaned. The gesticulations of her hips became more earnest.

"I'm glad you like it," Mike replied, shoving his hips up off the bed, driving his cock as far into her as it would go.

Nancy was so close. She knew there was no way she could delay her orgasm any longer. Her body stiffened and began the vibrations she'd come to know so well. "Uhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Cries of ecstasy exploded from her and her hips went wild. "Ahhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!" she screamed, her body convulsing. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!"

"Yeahhhhhhhh!!! Oh, yeahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" Mike groaned, spewing his hot seed into her like an erupting volcano.

Spent, Nancy collapsed and lay atop Mike. She felt him put his arms around her and hold her against him. While she laid in his arms, she thought about what she'd been doing the past few days.

She knew what she'd done with Mike and Paul was wrong, horribly wrong. If George ever found out, he'd be devastated and, despite the way she'd been acting, Nancy believed she still loved her husband. If she thought about it, making love with him, even though it no longer had the wildness of the sex she'd experienced at the conference, was in some ways a lot more satisfying. That realization puzzled her. She knew going home to George and their kids would be difficult.

She wouldn't be able to act the way she'd been acting at home, either. Not if she wanted what happened to remain a secret from her husband. And even though Mike and Paul had been wonderful lovers, the prospect of not seeing them again for at least a year, if ever, really didn't upset her that much. She lifted her head and smiled fondly at Mike, then she kissed him. "I get the feeling we aren't going to get to breakfast, don't you agree?"

Mike grinned at her. "I doubt it, not if we're going to make the eleven o'clock check out," he said.

Nancy sat up and smiled. "Thanks to you, I need another shower," she said. "You got me all sticky, again." She gave him a stern look. "This time, you stay out here. Taking a shower with you was a delight, but if I've got to make check-out and get to the airport. I don't have time."

"I'm not sure I could get it up again, even if we did have the time," Mike said. 




Nancy's Quest Ch. 04



Passion in James County XIII

Nancy's Quest

By D.C. Roi

Chapter four

"How was the convention?" Nancy's husband George asked when he arrived home from work the day she returned. The crisis that had kept him from going to the convention with her was continuing, which meant he had to work late hours.

Nancy was in the kitchen, cleaning up a few dirty dishes her husband and kids had left on sink. After she got the kids to bed, she changed into a silky nightshirt she sometimes wore around the house because she knew George liked it. She knew he liked it even more when she wore it without anything under it, which was how she was wearing it tonight. The nightshirt, worn that way, usually led to love-making. Maybe making love with George would help her atone for the things she'd done at the conference.

The nightshirt hung just below her firm, shapely bottom. She knew her ass was one part of what had attracted George to her fifteen years earlier. She was glad it remained good, even though she'd had three children.

"I signed enough sales contracts to make the sales manager a very happy man," Nancy replied.

Her husband put down his briefcase, walked across the kitchen and pulled her against him. Nancy was surprised to feel a rush of excitement when she felt his stiffening cock pressing against her bottom. Maybe the things she did at the convention weren't going to affect her love life after all. "What's that?" she asked and wriggled her bottom against her husband.

"What do you think it is?" he replied and cupped her breasts in his hands.

Nancy groaned with happiness. She loved having her breasts played with and George knew exactly how she liked it done.

"I take it you missed me," she giggled. "I know that isn't a gun in your pants. You don't have a permit for a concealed weapon."

"I thought about you every night, and couldn't get to sleep because of that," George said. He turned her in his arms and their lips joined.

"I missed you, too, honey," Nancy replied. She felt a little breathless. "Let's go to bed. I'll finish this stuff up later."

Instead of starting for the stairs, George stood there, grinning. "You know," he said, "I've always wanted to try something and, since the kids are in bed..." He backed her to the kitchen table, put his hands under her arms, picked her up and sat her on it.

Nancy was both surprised and delighted that her husband was being creative in his love-making tonight. "George, what on earth do you think you're doing?" she giggled while he unbuttoned her nightshirt, which fell apart, exposing her legs and middle.

"You'll see in a second," George murmured as he moved between her legs, opened his zipper and fished out his erection.

"George, somebody could come to the door!" Nancy exclaimed. "Or...or the kids could come down..."

"I thought you said the kids were in bed, asleep," her husband replied, then he shoved his cock into her. "And it's too late for anyone to come to the door."

Nancy felt passion rising rapidly in her as he plunged his erection into her. Her arms encircled her husband and pulled him to her as his cock slid in and out of her hot, snug opening. "Oh, God, darling! I really missed you! I need you!! Oh, God, do I ever!" she groaned while her husband's cock delved into her. "Darling, I...I'm not sure I can wait. I...I'm too turned on!"

"Don't wait!" her husband whispered. "Come, sweetheart! Come for me! I missed you so much!"

"Gahhhhhhhddddd!!!! Yes, George!!! Yes!!! Yes!!! Yes!!!" Nancy cried, when her body exploded into spasms of joy. "Yessssssss!!! Oh, God, George, yessssssssss!!!! Take meeeeeeeee!!! Take meeeeeeeee!!! Nowwwwwwwwwww!!!"

"Uhhhhhhhhh!!!! Yeahhhhhh!!! Yeahhhhhhhh!!!!" her husband yelled as his molten sperm blasted into her.

"God!" Nancy cooed, hugging her husband. She could feel his cock soften, then slide out of her. "You really were horny! Maybe I should go away more often!"

"I'm not sure I'd like that," George replied. "You have no idea how lonely I was when you were gone." He smiled and kissed her on the forehead.

Nancy kissed and hugged her husband, then slid off the table. "Oh, darn, we got the table all sticky," she exclaimed, seeing the damp spot where their mingled juices glistened on the table. She kissed her husband again. "I'll clean it up as soon as I go to the bathroom."

When she finished cleaning herself up, she went back to the kitchen. George was drinking a glass of juice.

"So, you never told me, did you have a good time at the convention?" he asked.

"Wha...? Oh, yeah, it was OK," Nancy replied. "It would have been a lot better if you'd been there, though." She put her arms around her husband from behind and hugged him. Guilt began to fill her mind as she did.

"Did you do anything other than make sales?" her husband asked.

"Mostly I stayed in my room, you know me," Nancy said, and hugged him again. What she'd told him was the truth, mostly. She hoped he would never find out what she'd been doing while she was in her room, though. "What did you and the kids do while I was gone?"

"Tried to get along without you," George said. "And as usual, we didn't do a very good job. Which you probably realized when you saw the sink full of dishes." He put the last dish on the drainer to dry, then let the water out of the sink and dried his hands.

They watched TV for a while, then they went to bed. As she lay next to her husband, unable to sleep, she kept trying to figure out why she couldn't keep from doing things like those she'd done at the convention. Then she remembered an incident that occurred in her life when she was a teenager. "God, I wasn't any different then, was I?" she thought. Memories of what happened that other time became clearer:

She had been baby-sitting for Glen and Dora Davis for three years and was a senior in high school. Back then she wore her hair long, almost to her waist, and straight. Guys she dated told her she had a very sexy body and she wore snug clothing because it got her a lot of attention. She had been sexually active since she was fifteen, but only with guys her age.

During years she was baby sitting for Glen and Dora, she became friendly with both of them, but especially Glen. She and he talked a lot when she came over to baby-sit, and they'd talk sometimes when he was outside working in his yard when she walked by on their house.

She had a feeling Glen had the hots for her. When his wife wasn't looking he would let his eyes travel over her body the same way guys her age did. Guys that wanted to make it with her. And he always took time to talk with her when she came over to sit with the kids. He wasn't that bad looking, and the fact that he was married, but interested in her, aroused her interest. She got a kick out of flirting with him, but was always careful to do it when his wife wasn't looking. Even though she knew he wanted to go to bed with her, she never dreamed he'd try anything.

Then, one night, Glen phoned her and asked if she was available to baby-sit.

"Sure," she replied. "What time should I be there?"

"Ah...about eight, I guess," he replied. She thought he sounded kind of nervous and wondered why that was.

A little before eight, she walked up the sidewalk to the neighbor's house. She didn't even get to knock before Glen opened the door.

He smiled at her. "Hi," he said. He held the door while she walked by him, into the house.

She was very aware of the fact that Glen was staring at her more openly than he usually did. She wasn't sure why. She wasn't dressed in anything sexy. All she had on was a pair of jeans, snug ones, and a very loose sweatshirt that had the name of a college she'd never heard of on it. "Hi, Glen," she said, showing Glen what she hoped was a sexy smile. "How are you tonight?"

"Ah...I...I'm fine," he stammered. He closed the door then stood there, looking really nervous, almost scared. "How...how are you, tonight?"

She looked around. She wasn't sure why she realized it, but it felt as if something wasn't right here. She didn't hear the kids, who usually greeted her at the door and climbed all over her. "I'm OK. Where are the kids?" she asked.

"They...they're not home," Glen replied softly.

She was puzzled. "I thought you called me to come over and baby-sit," she said. "This isn't right," she thought. "I better get out of here right now!" She had no idea what her neighbor was up to, and didn't like how this felt. She looked at the door, but stayed where she was. Part of her wanted to know why he'd done this.

"Ah...would, would you mind if we...ah...talked, ?" Glen croaked, looking desperate. "Just for a minute."

She looked at her neighbor carefully. Part of her still wanted to leave but, to her surprise, part of her was excited. Her heart was racing. "I...I guess so. Just for a minute," she said.

"Why don't we go in the living room?" Glen said. "It will be more comfortable than standing here." He walked into the living room and sat down in an overstuffed chair.

She followed him and sat on the sofa, at the end farthest from him, near the door. She wanted to be able to run if she that was necessary. "What do you want to talk to me about?" she asked.

"I was...I was wondering, do you..." Glen began. His face got red and he paused. He looked like he was struggling with what he wanted to say. Finally he took a deep breath, then started again. "I...ah...a while back, when I was on my way to the bathroom, I...well, I looked out of the spare bedroom window. The window in there looks out on the street, and your house is right across the street. I...I found out I could see your bedroom window from our spare bedroom."

She wasn't sure what he was trying to say. So what if you could see her bedroom window from theirs? "So?" she asked, puzzled. She leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, her face supported on her hands. "What's that got to do with anything?"

"Ah...well, I saw that, when, uh, you, ah, get undressed for bed, you don't pull the blinds and..." Glen stammered.

She was stunned and felt her face reddening. She never dreamed that anyone could see in her bedroom window. "Oh, Wow!" she said softly. "You mean you...you can see me from...from your...bedroom window?"

Glen nodded.

"I...I didn't know!" she whispered. "I...why are you telling me this?"

"Because I thought you ought to know and..." Glen said. He paused.

"And what?" she asked, looking directly at him. This was getting weirder and weirder. He was acting more nervous than guys in school did when they asked her to go out with them. Why was he upset? She was the one who'd been undressing in front of an open window while someone - the guy sitting across the room from her - watched her.

"Well, I...I guess I wanted to find out if you were doing it on purpose," Glen whispered, glancing at her nervously.

She couldn't believe he'd said that. "You don't really think I'd do something like that on purpose, do you?" she asked. She knew she should be angry, but she wasn't. Actually, she was feeling kind of funny. He was watching her get undressed at night. Now he had arranged to be alone with her. The question was, what was he planning to do next? She knew what he most likely wanted, and found that the realization didn't upset her. Actually, it turned her on a little.

Glen shrugged. "I don't mean to upset you," he said softly. "It's just that I didn't know. I mean, I guess I'd have to be pretty conceited to think you'd undress for me, wouldn't I?"

She was amused by his comment and laughed. "Yeah, I guess you would have to be pretty stuck on yourself if you thought that," she agreed. "So where are your wife and kids?" she asked. She leaned back on the sofa and crossed her legs.

"Ah...they...they went...away for...for the weekend," Glen said.

"Oh," she replied.

"Can I get you a soda or something?" he asked.

She was kind of enjoying the fact that he seemed to be having a real hard time getting to the point. She was sure he wanted to jump her bones, but it looked like he didn't know how to ask. "Sure," she replied. "You got any diet cola?"

"I know we do, I just got some last week," Glen said. He stood up, went to the kitchen, and returned with sodas. He handed her one soda, then he sat down on the sofa, on the end opposite where she was sitting.

She did notice that he'd moved closer to her, but she wasn't afraid of him any more. Actually, this was kind of fun. She sipped a little of her soda and smiled at Glen. "How come you asked me to baby-sit if your wife and kids aren't home?" she asked. "There, let's see how he answers that one," she thought.

"Ah..." Glen shrugged. "There's something else I...I've been wondering about..."

"What's that?" she asked.

"Have...you ever, you know, thought about, ah, sleeping with married men?" her neighbor stammered. His face was bright red and he was kind of gasping for breath.

She shrugged. "Yeah, I guess sometimes I do," she said. Actually, she thought he was cute and spent more than one evening sitting here in his house, wondering what he'd be like in bed.

"Look, Nancy, if I'm making you nervous, I apologize," Glen said quickly, "I...you know...I just wondered about that..."

"It's OK," she said, smiling tentatively. "I...it's just nobody ever asked me anything like that before, you know? I'm not used to talking about stuff like this with guys. Especially not older guys, you know?"

"Do you have anyone you're going steady with?" Glen asked.

She nodded. "I'm seeing someone," she said. "We're sort of going steady, I guess." She was seeing a guy named Mark Thomas a lot, but nobody else knew they were going out.

"Have you ever gone out with anybody else besides the guy you're going steady with?" Glen asked.

She was puzzled and a little irked by his question. Actually, she had. Mark had sent a friend of his over one night when he couldn't come because he was studying for a test. She wound up having a miserable time with the guy. It was an episode she would just as soon forget. "How come you want to know that?" she asked.

"I'm sorry," Glen said, "It really is none of my business."

"Have you ever cheated on your wife?" she asked. If he could ask her that kind of question, she could ask him the same thing. After all, didn't they say turnabout is fair play, whatever that meant?

"Ah...no, I...I never have," Glen replied.

"Did you ever want to?" she asked. She liked it that this grown man seemed to be off-balance.

He nodded.

"How come you didn't do it, if you wanted to?" she asked.

"I...I don't know why I didn't," he stammered.

She was even surer now why he'd called her to come over. She decided to see if he'd be honest about why he'd asked her over to his place when his wife and kids weren't there. "You were hoping I'd want to make it with you, weren't you, Glen?" she asked.

Glen nodded. "Yes, I guess that's true," he whispered, looking at her nervously. "What does that make you feel like?"

She shrugged. "I...I'm not sure," she admitted. It...I guess...it makes me feel kind of funny." Actually, hearing him say that he wanted to make it with her was exciting. His wife, Gloria, was gorgeous, really built, not skinny like she was. The fact that he wanted her made her tingle all over.

"Have you ever thought about going to bed with me?" Glen asked.

Conflicting thoughts raced through her mind and she sat quietly for a while, trying to figure out what she wanted to happen. She did want to go to bed with him, at least the idea was in her mind. And she had been wondering what it would be like to make it with him. The question was, did she want to admit that? Finally, she looked at Glen and shrugged. "I...I guess I have, sort of..." she said softly. She looked at her neighbor and could see excitement in his eyes. Her breathing felt strained, suddenly. Did she want to go to bed with him? How would she react if he made a move on her?

Glen slid closer to her, reached out, and began to stroke her hair. She made no effort to move away, even though she was suddenly a little scared. She took a deep breath. He looked at her and she gazed into his eyes. There was no question now that he wanted her. She licked her lips nervously. He gently cupped her face in his hands, then he covered her lips with his.

Even though she knew it was coming, she was surprised by Glen's action. She didn't actively return the kiss, but she didn't pull away, either. Electricity crackled through her. He was going to do it! He was going to make a move on her! And, she knew as powerful sensations swept over her, she was going to let him!

Glen probed her lips with his tongue and she parted her lips to let it enter, and emitted a soft moan. Her hands clutched his arms.

He held the kiss for a time, then he released her. Both of them were breathing heavily. She continued gazing at him, her eyes wide and soft.

"Do...do you...do you want me to stop?" Glen asked softly.

She really didn't know what she wanted at that point. She shrugged. "I...I don't know what...what I want," she stammered.

Glen stood up, took her hand, and pulled her to her feet. She rose and kept gazing at him. He scooped her up in his arms and started toward the bedroom. Her face was close to his and kissing him seemed like the most natural thing in the world, so she did that. This time, she put a little effort into the kiss and her arms encircled his neck.

When they reached the bedroom, he stood her on her feet next to the bed, then sat down on the bed in front of her. His hands slid under her sweatshirt, onto her belly. Ripples of delight raced through her lithe body. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. His touch felt really neat!

His hands slid lightly up her belly, then he cupped her breasts. Trembling, she murmured softly as he caressed her breasts. The sensations she got from his touch were very, very thrilling! She knew she wouldn't be able to stop him, and she didn't really want him to stop!

After he spent some time caressing her breasts through her bra, Glen slid his hands behind her and unhooked the flimsy garment. She began to feel light-headed when he slid his hands under the loosened bra and touched her ever so lightly, his fingers seeking her nipples. When he found her swelling buds and teased them, soft murmurs poured from her. Her legs trembled. "Oh, God, Glen that really feels neat!" she gasped while her neighbor continued to adore her breasts with his hands.

Glen did things to her breasts nobody else had ever done. He was making her crazy! Then he slipped his hands from under the sweatshirt and pulled it up and off, baring the upper half of her body. His hands went to her waist and he unfastened her jeans. Considering how tight her jeans were, he had surprisingly little trouble sliding them over her lean hips and down her legs. She stepped out of the jeans. Now the only clothing she had on was a pair of scanty pink bikini panties.

Keeping his touch feather-light, Glen began to caress her all over. He stroked her legs, hips, belly, and breasts. She groaned softly and the shaking in her legs got worse. "I...I don't think I can stand any more. My...my legs feel funny, like they aren't going to hold me," she murmured.

Glen laid her on the bed. Continuing to stare at her ardently, he stripped off his clothes, then he laid down on the bed next to her, and took her in his arms.

More turned on than she'd ever been, she pressed herself against him urgently and their lips joined. She felt his swollen cock pressing against her belly and realized it was wet with his pre-cum. When it hit her soft, warm flesh, the feelings she experienced were so powerful she was afraid she'd come right then and there. She'd never felt more out of control!

She also realized he was very nervous, even more so than some of the boys her age she'd dated. An idea of how to get him going even more came to her, an idea that thrilled her! "Lay back," she whispered when their kiss ended.




Nancy's Quest Ch. 04



Glen did what she told him to do. She got to her knees on the bed next to him, bent forward, and let her long hair fall onto his body. She began to move her head back and forth slowly, sweeping her silken tresses over him. When her hair swept over his cock, she heard him groan. She loved being in control of a grown man like this. It was all she could do to keep from coming!

"Do...do you like it when I do that, Greg?" she whispered.

"God! Yes!" he moaned. "I've never felt anything like it in my life! It...it's incredible!"

"I thought you might like it," she murmured. She kept sweeping her silken hair over him.

Finally, Glen sat up. "It's my turn now," he said, his voice breaking. "You lay down now."

She did and he immediately began to kiss and caress her. He suckled her breasts, teasing her nipples with his lips, tongue, and teeth, making her gasp and squirm. Then his lips trailed over her flat belly, moving toward the point where her legs and body joined. She squirmed and twisted and soft, insistent, murmurs poured from her. When his lips moved through her pubic hair her back arched, raising her middle off the bed. His mouth moved onto her pussy which by now was soaking wet with excitement. When his tongue began to lash the lips of her pussy, her movements became more insistent, as did the sounds of passion she was making from her. Her hands clutched the covers.

Suddenly, her body stiffened and began to jerk and she began to make soft grunts of joy. "Uh!!!" she grunted, "Uh!!! Uhhh!!! Uhhhh!!! Uhhhhh!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

As suddenly as they started, the grunts and stiffness ended and she slumped on the bed. Glen gave her pussy a last kiss, then slid up and took her in his arms.

She snuggled into her neighbor's arms, pressing her face into his chest. He had spent more time making love to her than any man ever had! And everything he did had all been for her. She was surprised. She expected him to fool around a little, then jump on her like the other guys she'd had sex with did. But he'd done much more for her than Mark ever did. "You...you made me come!" she whispered. "How come you made me come like that? I...I thought you were going to, you know, ah, make love to me."

"I do plan to make love with you," Glen said, kissing her forehead.

"But...but if I already came, how can we?" she asked. She wasn't a novice at sex, but there were many things she still had to learn.

"Believe me, there will be no problem," Glen told her. "We're going to make love."

"But...but..." she stammered.

"You're about to find out," Glen said, pushing her onto her back. He moved between her legs, held his cock in his hand, and positioned it at her soaking wet opening. Then he slid the swollen shaft into her slowly.

She groaned and felt thrills rippling up and down her back. She could feel his cock throbbing once it was inside her!

When he was all the way in her, Glen began to move slowly. He paused often, letting her calm down, at least a little. Then he began moving again. Over and over he did it, driving her wild with need. She stared up at him, wide-eyed, her hands clutching his arms.

"Do you like doing it this way?" he grunted. "Does it feel good?"

She bit her lip softly and nodded. "I...I sure do!" she replied. "I can't believe it! It feels super!"

"Would it be better if you were on top?" Glen asked.

She no longer cared how they did it, just so they did it! "I don't care," she replied. Her hips started moving in time with Glen's.

Glen pulled out of her and rolled onto his back. She straddled him, gripped his cock in her hand, inserted it back into her, then she lowered herself onto it. The minute his erection was in her, she began to move her hips wildly. She was so turned on, she couldn't keep still.

Glen groaned, grasped her bobbing breasts, and squeezed them. "I'm gonna come if you keep moving like that!" he warned her.

Her eyes were closed and she could feel her hair flying as she rode him. She heard him, but couldn't stop. She had to come! Her movements didn't slow.

"Oh, God!!! I'm gonna come!" Glen groaned through clenched teeth when he exploded into her. "Ohhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

Even though her neighbor was spewing jet after jet of his hot seed into her, and it felt fantastic, She didn't come with him. She kept moving, eyes squeezed shut, her body squirming and moving passionately. Fortunately for her, Glen's cock, still trapped in her snug, warm slit, stayed hard. She used that fact to her benefit. Then, finally, she stiffened. "Uhhhh!!! Uhhhhh!!! Uhhhhhhh!!! Uhhhhhhhh!!! Uhhhhhhhhh!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" she groaned when another powerful orgasm raced through her body. Her hands clasped Glen's, which were still locked on her breasts. Her back arched, her head rolled back, and her blond hair swayed and shook as her body vibrated through orgasm. At last she quieted and slowly collapsed atop him. Only then did his cock begin to soften.

After they finished, she laid in Glen's arms and they talked about things she could no longer remember. Eventually, she got up, got dressed, and went home. At home, she lay in her bed, thinking about what she'd done. She knew what she'd just done was wrong, but she knew she'd sleep with Glen again if she got the chance. She also knew she would do whatever she could to see there was another time.

She continued undressing in front of her open window, hoping Glen ws watching, keeping her hopes of enjoying another night with him alive. Unfortunately, it didn't happen. Shortly after their night together, Glen was transferred to another city.

Still not sure why she had recalled that long-ago event, Nancy rolled over, snuggled against her husband and, finally, she fell asleep.



Nancy's Quest Ch. 05



Passion in James County XIII

Nancy's Quest

By D.C. Roi

Chapter five

The guilt she felt over her behavior at the convention was strong enough so that Nancy made up her mind to remain faithful to her husband. For almost six months after the convention, she managed to do that. The fact that in those six months there were few temptations helped her maintain her resolve. Then, one night, she found herself working late with Lee McGill, the company's assistant sales manager and one of her bosses.

Over the years, Nancy and Lee had developed a fairly close friendship. Whenever they were in the office together, they talked about their personal lives and teased each other although, until recently, Nancy had never taken Lee's teasing very seriously.

One of the things Lee constantly commented on was how he and Nancy seemed more compatible than either of them did with their mates. In fact, he once told her that his wife, although she was an excellent housekeeper and mother, wasn't a very creative lover.

Nancy and Lee were finishing a project they both had been working on for some time, a report that outlined the company's sales profiled, both growth and decline, over the past five years. When she finished her part of the report, she took it to Lee's office so he could put it with the part he had completed.

Lee was standing at a table along one wall of his office, arranging some papers. Nancy walked to where he was and handed her paperwork to him so he could include it with his.

Before he put the report down, Lee read through it. "This is very, very good, Nance," he told her. "I think the boss is going to be very happy with what we've done on this."

Nancy felt her face getting hot. "Thanks, Lee," she said.

"You know..." Lee said and moved closer to her. "I owe you something for helping me with this."

Nancy was very conscious of Lee's nearness and felt a little unnerved by her reaction to having him close to her. Warmth was spreading through her, the kind of warmth that set off warning bells in her head. "You...you don't owe me anything, Lee," she replied. "I...I was just doing my job."

"You always do a very good job," Lee replied gazing into Nancy's eyes.

Her boss's gaze disconcerted her. "I...it's nice that you think so," she murmured. She was shocked when Lee placed his hands around her waist. "Ah...Lee..." she stammered. She looked at him and felt herself reddening.

Lee's hands remained around her waist and he kept staring at her, breathing hard. "God, Nance, you...you are so lovely," he said softly, then he bent and covered her lips with his.

When Lee kissed her, Nancy stiffened and, at first, she didn't respond. She finally began to push weakly against his chest, but her body began to betray her, just as it always did. Finally she surrendered to the potent feelings rushing through her, emitted a soft moan, slid her arms around Lee's neck, and opened her mouth. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and dueled with his. Erotic lightning flashed through her.

The kiss went on for a very long time, and when it finally ended, the two co-workers stepped back from their embrace, faces flushed, chests heaving, staring at each other.

"How...what...what's happening...?" Nancy gasped. "I...I..." She knew what was happening, the same thing that always happened to her when a man touched her. And, as always, she found herself wanting more, yet dreading it. She couldn't let this happen. Not here, not with a friend and co-worker. There was far too much at risk.

"N...Nance...that...that was the most incredible kiss..." Lee whispered.

"Lee...I..." Nancy stammered. Confusion and desire were clouding her mind, making it impossible for her to think clearly. "I...we..."

Her colleague took her in his arms again. This time as he pulled her against him, she could feel his swollen cock pressing against her through his clothes.

Lee kissed the top of her head. "You know, Nance," he whispered, "I'm extremely attracted to you. I...I always have been."

She leaned back in his arms, looked up at him, and a soft shudder went through her. "Lee, we...we shouldn't be doing this," she murmured. "I...I feel all funny inside, I..."

"Look, Nance, I'm sorry," Lee said, "I don't want to force you into anything. We...we're not thinking too clearly right now. We shouldn't let ourselves be drawn into something we'll regret later. I don't want to hurt you."

Nancy took a deep breath. "May...maybe you're right," she responded. "I...I certainly am not thinking very clearly. I...I...ah...I'm really confused."

"Do...do you want to talk about it?" Lee asked.

"I...I don't know," Nancy replied. Powerful emotions were sweeping through her, emotions that were hard to deny. "May...maybe I should go. I...I'm not sure it's such a good idea for us to be alone any...any more."

"Want to go somewhere for a cup of coffee?" Lee asked, looking hopeful. His eyes were still filled with heat.

"Ah..." Nancy took a long pause, considering her friend's offer. "Yeah, OK, I guess. Where do you want to go?"

Nancy looked at Lee, who had a thoughtful look on his face. "How about Markwell's?" he said at last.

"That sounds good. I hear it's a nice place," Nancy said.

"It is. I've eaten there before," Lee said. "Lot's of atmosphere."

They put on their coats, walked out of the building, and got in Lee's car. He started the car, put it in gear, and drove out of the parking lot.

"Nance, are you OK?" Lee asked as the car rolled down the street.

"I...I'm OK, I guess," Nancy replied. "I...I'm really confused, though." She was staring out the windshield, her hands folded in her lap. What was wrong with her? Why was she reacting like this?

"Why?" Lee asked, glancing across the car at her.

Nancy shrugged. "I...I should feel guilty about what we...what just happened, I guess..." she replied.

Lee nodded, but didn't say anything.

"...but...but I don't feel guilty," Nancy continued. "Not that much, anyhow. Am I...is there something wrong with me?"

"I don't think so," Lee said. He reached across the car and laid his hand on hers.

Nancy grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze.

They were quiet for the remainder of the trip, but Nancy didn't let go of Lee's hand. By the time they reached the restaurant, her emotions were roiling like water at a fast boil.

Lee pulled into a parking space near the edge of the restaurant parking lot, away from the bright overhead lights nearer the building, shut off the engine and turned to look at Nancy.

She looked back at him, eyes wide, lips apart, her breathing strained. He put his hand in back of her wild head, and tugged on it gently.

Nancy let herself be pulled toward him, then their lips met. Once again, her arms snaked around his neck and she groaned softly into his mouth.

Lee reached for one of her breasts. When his hand closed over it, she shuddered, moaned louder, and her arms tightened around him.

"Nance, do...do you really want to have a cup of coffee?" Lee croaked when the kiss ended. "I...I'm not sure that's what...what I...want."

Nancy gazed at him, her chest heaving, and shook her head. "I...I don't want coffee, either," she murmured. She knew what she was thinking about doing was wrong, and that it could jeopardize both her marriage and her job, but once again, she was out of control.

They checked into the motel next to the restaurant. When they arrived at the room they'd rented, they went inside and stood there, looking at each other. Nancy was wearing a tailored black crepe jacket and pleated flowered broomstick ankle-length skirt. On her slim form, the outfit looked stunning. She was acutely aware of Lee's heated gaze. Then he stepped closer to her and began to unbutton her jacket, exposing the lacy white bra she wore under the jacket. With her help, he got the jacket off and laid it on a chair next to the bed in the room.

"God, Nance, you're beautiful!" Lee whispered as he slid his hands lightly around to her back and unfastened her bra. "You're so lovely I can hardly stand it." He covered her mouth with his while he pushed down her skirt.

Nancy tore at his clothes and, before long, they were lying naked on the bed. Lee was between her legs, his mouth was punishing her middle, and his finger was plunging in and out of her.

While exquisite sensations swept through her, Nancy's back arched and she thrust her pussy against Lee's mouth. He responded by drawing her clit between his lips while he continued to thrust his finger into her dewy wet opening.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Nancy moaned, her hips twisting. "God, Lee!!! You're making me crazy!!!"

Lee didn't stop what he was doing. Her slim, strong legs twitched and jerked, the warm, smooth skin of her inner thighs rubbed his face as her legs thrashed.

"Oh God!!! Oh, God!!! Ittt's happening!!!" Nancy cried when she felt herself plunging toward release, "You...you...I...I... Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" Her lithe body twisted and shook as an incredibly powerful orgasm swept through her.

Lee's lips, tongue, and finger continued their efforts until he felt her relax. He lowered her gently to the bed then slid up next to her, taking her in his arms.

Nancy gazed into Lee's eyes. She gently touched his face which was covered with wetness her wild movements had deposited there. "You...your face is all wet," she whispered.

Lee kissed her on the forehead, then his hands began to rove over her, gliding lightly over her soft, smooth, warm flesh.

Nancy squirmed and pressed against him. "God, Lee, you have such a soft touch!" she murmured.

Her colleague continued cherishing her with his hands, and before long she was again open-mouthed, her chest heaving, her body undulating. His lips moved from one petite, perfect breast to the other, sucking her nipples, which had extended to impossible stiffness. It was as if he couldn't stop sucking them.

"Do you really want me, Nance?" Lee whispered at last. His fingers, between her legs, were teasing the erect bud of her reawakened clit.

"Yessssss!!!!!" Nancy replied fervently. "Please!!! Please, Lee!!! I need you!!!"

Lee rolled atop her, careful to hold most of his weight off her. Reaching between them, he gripped his cock, centered the swollen purple tip on her sopping middle, then lowered his hips slowly.

Nancy felt Lee entering her and was thrilled by the wonderful sensations she was experiencing. She gasped and her head rolled from side to side. "God!!! Oh, yesssssss!!!" she moaned. Her hips rose, summoning his cock deeper into her.

Slowly, Lee stroked in and out of her, bending occasionally to thrust his tongue into her mouth.

The longer his cock worked in her, the more insistent Nancy's responses grew. "Lee, please!! I'm so close!" she groaned, clutching his arms, grinding her middle against his. "I...I'm so close!!! I...I need you!!!!"

In response to her passionate plea, Lee increased the pace and strength of his thrusts.

"Uhhhhh!!! Uhhhhh!!! Uhhhh!!!" Nancy groaned as Lee's body thudded against hers with more and more urgency. She felt herself begin to quiver, then her passion erupted. "I'm coming again!! I'm comming again!!!" she cried. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Yessssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Yeah!!! Take ittttttt!!! Take itttttt!!!" Lee cried when his orgasm exploded. He shot stream after stream of sweltering juices into her.

Afterward Nancy snuggled in Lee's arms, burrowing against him, hiding her face in his chest. "I...I know I should feel terrible about what we've done," she whispered. "But...but I don't. I...I feel wonderful!"

Lee caressed the smooth curve of her back. "You should feel wonderful," he whispered. "A woman as lovely as you are should feel that way all the time." His hands again began to travel over her, exploring every spot he could touch. They moved over her ass and delved between her firm buttocks.

"Ohhhhh, Lee!!!" Nancy murmured as she squirmed and pressed her body against him. "That feels so nice!"

Lee slid had her roll on her belly, then he began to make love to her in earnest. It felt as if his hands were everywhere, touching, teasing, tickling. They traced between her slim legs and she parted them. He caressed the baby-soft skin of her inner thighs and she cooed with pleasure.

"I don't believe it!" she gasped. "You...you're turning me on again!"

Lee spent what seemed like an eternity on her lovely bottom and lithe legs. Finally, he began to kiss her finely-formed bottom.

"God, Lee!" she groaned. "You're making me crazy! Don't...don't make me come again without you! Please! I...I want to come with you again!"

"I want you just as much as you want me," Lee replied. he got to his knees and moved behind her. Then, gently, he lifted her hips and aimed his revitalized cock at her sopping opening.

Nancy felt him entering her again. "Yessssssss!!!!" she groaned. She pushed back against him when she felt his rock-hard shaft sliding into her snug, warm cavity once more. He gripped her hips, pulling her against him and once more, waves of joy broke over her. This might be wrong, but it felt wonderful!

Lee kept stroking into her and Nancy pushed herself up on her arms. Lee's hands covered and began to squeeze her fine, small breasts. Her nipples were again extended like little fingers.

"Againnnnnnnn, Lee!!! Make me come againnnnn!!!" she cried, her hands covering his, squeezing them tighter against her.

Lee slipped one of his hands free and began to twirl her clit. Nancy found it a supremely thrilling experience! "Yesssssss!!! That's itttttttt!!! That's itttttttttt!!!!" she groaned, her bottom squirming against him. "I...I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I.....Uhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Her head rolled on her shoulders wildly, limply, and her hands clamped her breasts. Her body quaked and jolted. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

"Nanceeeeee!!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Lee cried, hugging her against him, as he exploded more of his molten juices into her.

"What...what happens now?" Nancy asked Lee as they lay in each other's arms once their wild joining had ended.

"That's up to us, I guess," he replied, kissing her gently on the nose. "Now that I've learned what a wonderful lover you are, I'm not sure I want this to be the only time I ever get to make love with you."

"I...I...we both have families," she whispered. "And...I..."

Lee put a finger on her lips. "Nance, do you want to keep seeing me?" he asked. "Or would you rather we put all this behind us?"

Even though she knew she it was wrong to do so, and understanding that he was giving her a way out, Nancy nodded. "God help me, I'm not sure I can stay away from you," she whispered. "I...I know it's wrong, terribly wrong, but..."

"If that's what you want, we'll have to work something out, won't we?" Lee said.

"I...I guess so," Nancy said. "I guess we will." 




Nancy's Quest Ch. 06



Passion in James County XIII: Nancy's Quest

Chapter six

Nancy was glad that, for once, she was able to spend a quiet evening at home with her husband and kids. George was reading and she was working on a quilt she was making for her daughter. Their daughter, Dawn, was in bed, sound asleep, and the boys were in their room, working on their homework. Classical music from a new CD her husband had brought home that day, came from the stereo. He suggested they leave the TV off for a change, and Nancy was happy to agree.

George was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans. Nancy had on a pajama set her husband bought her. The pajamas had a white top with black edging around the collar and pocket, and a pair of boxer shorts. She noticed that her husband kept pausing from his reading to glance at her legs.

Grinning, she kept pinning the patches which would form the quilt together, getting them ready to be sewed. She found the fact that she could enjoy something as domestic and quiet as this time she was spending with her husband odd, especially given what had happened earlier in the week with Lee, one of her co-workers.

After a while, Nancy set down the cloth she was working on, and went upstairs to check on her sons. She found the boys, both in their pajamas, lying in their beds. "You both done with your homework?" she asked.

"I am, Mom," Mike, her oldest, replied.

"Me, too, Mom," her younger son, Bill, told her.

"Get to sleep now," she told them. She kissed both of them, went back downstairs, and stopped in the kitchen to get a drink.

Her husband met her as she was returning to the living room, pulled her into his arms, and hugged her against him. "You know," he said. "You're very distracting tonight. Seeing you in that outfit makes it hard for me to concentrate on my book." He led her to the sofa and they sat down on it.

Nancy smiled at her husband. "It does, does it?" she asked softly. Her husband's hug had fires of need springing to life inside her. She wasn't sure how she could be like this. She loved George, and he was a wonderful lover. Why was she driven to sleep with other men, too?

"Do you have any idea how terrific you look in that outfit?" her husband asked.

Nancy hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. "I...I love you, George," she whispered.

"I love you, too, Nancy," he replied.

She snuggled against her husband, put her arms around his neck, and pulled his face to hers. Their lips joined.

While they were kissing, George pulled her onto his lap and began to open the top of her pajamas. At first, she was a little worried. What if one of their kids came down and caught them? When he got the pajama top open, he began to kiss down her neck, onto her chest, and then he began to kiss and lick her nipples.

Delightful sensations began to sweep through Nancy and she no longer worried about the kids waking up. She tangled her fingers in her husband's hair and pulled his head against her chest.

After a while, George tugged on the boxer shorts and Nancy shifted to help him strip off her pajama bottoms. After her husband had her lower half bare, he continued to kiss and touch her and her trembling grew more and more visible and the volume of her moans increased.

Finally, George slid off the sofa, knelt on the floor next to it and continued to making love to her with his mouth and hands.

When her husband's searching lips moved between her legs and he began to tease her vagina with his tongue, Nancy squirmed and arched her back. "Ohhhhhhh!! Yessssss!! Yesssssss!!" she moaned. Her hips rose off the sofa. "Please, darling!! Oh, George, please!!"

George let his tongue flutter over her labia, then he swept it over her swollen clit as he slid two fingers into her already-wet opening. She kept squirming and moaning. "Uhhhhhhhh!! Uhhhhhhhhh!! Uhhhhhhhhh!! Oh, God!! Oh, God!! Oh, God!!" she groaned. Her protestations of delight kept time with her husband's thrusting fingers. Waves of pleasure rolled over her. Then, suddenly, she felt her release happening. "Ohhhhh!! Oh, Goddddddddd!! Oh, Goddddddd!! Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!" she cried and her hands pressed her husband's face tighter into her middle. "Nowwwwwwww, George!! Ohhhhh, Darling!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Nowwwwwwww!! Nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!"

The intense orgasm Nancy experienced did little to assuage her need. The minute the orgasm induced by her husband's mouth ended, she was pulling at her mate's clothes.

"Take your clothes off!!" she moaned, fumbling with his sweatshirt and the zipper of his jeans. "I want you naked! I need you! Please, George, please!"

Before long, her husband was naked, too. Before he could act, she pushed him onto his back on the floor, rolled off the sofa onto him, and began to kiss him passionately while her naked body writhing against his.

Nancy heard her husband moan when her lips and hands began to move over his body. She was extremely turned on, so she didn't spend a lot of time on foreplay. She savored his loud groan when, seconds later, her warm mouth consumed his cock.

"Gahhhhhhhhh!!" George cried when his swollen cudgel disappeared into his wife's mouth.

Nancy massaged her husband's balls while she sucked him wantonly. She brought him just to the brink of explosion, then stopped and backed off, only to resume what she was doing and take him to the very edge of coming once more. It was wild! She loved the sounds her spouse was making and the frantic way his body was moving.

Finally, she let his cock slide out of her mouth and moved atop him. "I...I...want...you...in me, darling!" she gasped. "I...I have to have...you!" She centered his cock on her opening, then sank onto it, emitting an impassioned sigh. "Oh, God! Do I ever need that!" she murmured.

Once her husband's erection was all the way in her, Nancy began to rock her hips. She felt his cock flailing around inside her, driving her wild. Her breasts were bouncing as she rode him and her husband wrapped his hand around them and began to rub his thumbs over distended nipples.

Nancy groaned with delight. "So...goood!! That's so...goood!! So...goood!!" she sighed. "Uhhhhhhhhh!! Uhhhhhhhh!! Oh, George!! Take meeeeeee!! Please!! Nowwww!! Take meeeeeeeeeee!! Nowwwwwwwwww!! Nowwwwwwww!!" She rocked her hips even more wildly.

"Yeahhhhhhh!! Take....Ittttttt!! Nowwwwwwwwwww!!" her husband cried, his hips rising, when he erupted powerful jets of hot cream into her.

"Yeeeeesssssssss, Darling!! Oh, yeeeeessssss!! Nowwwww!! Nowwwww!! Nowwwwwwwwwww!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" Nancy cried. Delight continued to deluge her. Her fingers dug into her mate's arms and her body trembled wildly.


Sated at last, Nancy remained lying on top of her husband, her nipples boring into his chest. He slid his arms around her and held her as they quieted. She could feel his cock soften and slide from her.

"Making love with George is really wonderful!" she thought as she lay next to her husband, wrapped in his arms. "He makes me feel so satisfied! More satisfied than anyone else!" That realization puzzled and upset Nancy. If her husband was such a satisfying lover, why was she driven to cheat on him?

After a few minutes, she pushed herself up, and looked down at her husband. "You got me all sticky," she said. "I have to get cleaned up." She slid off him and padded out of the room.

When Nancy returned to the living room, she found her husband sitting on the sofa. She sat down next to him, still naked, pulled her legs under her, leaned toward him, and their lips met again. Once more, as George kissed her and held her in his arms, Nancy felt excitement again begin to blossom inside her once more.

Nancy, calmer now, was beginning to experience guilt. She was cheating on George, she didn't deserve the wonderful feelings he gave her. When the kiss ended, she slipped out of her husband's arms, got off the sofa, walked across the room and stood there with her back to him, very near tears, wondering what kind of woman she was.

She heard George get up, then he came up behind her and put his arms around her. With a sigh, Nancy leaned back against him and felt his cock slide between her buttocks.

She slid her hand between them and wrapped it around her husband's rigid cock. "What's this?" she asked.

"Ah..." George gasped. "Do...do you...you really have to ask?"

"Take me, Darling!" she murmured. She began to stroke his swollen rod. "Please, George! Take me now! I need you again!"

Nancy knelt on the over-stuffed chair she was standing next to, and her husband moved behind her, slid his cock into her, and slowly began to thrust deeply, caressing her back with incredibly light strokes as he did. His distended shaft rode easily in her snug, well-lubricated opening.

"Oh, God, Darling, this is wonderful!" Nancy purred as her husband's shaft slid in and out of her. Each time he drove it in, she could hear their thighs kiss.

While her husband repeated the delightful motion again and again, she felt her desire begin to grow once more.

George leaned forward and cupped her breasts lightly, letting her distended nipples rub against his palms.

Nancy shuddered. "Oh, Darling, yessss!! Oh, yessss!!" she purred. "Don't stop!! God! Don't you ever stop!"

George suddenly stopped, straightened up, and pulled his cock out of her.

"George, what are you doing?" Nancy asked. She turned and tried to look over her shoulder to see what her husband was doing.

"Come on..." George took her arm. "Let's go back over to the sofa."

They quickly went across the room. Nancy laid down and stretched out on the sofa. George lowered himself onto her and, when he did, she guided his cock into her. "Yesss!! Oh, George, yessss!!" she purred as his cock filled her. "That's wonderful!! So wonderful!!" Her legs rose and locked behind his and she ground her pelvis against him.

George kissed her, then began to plunge into her forcefully. So powerful were his thrusts that he made the sofa creak.

"Yessssssss!! Oh, Darling, yesssssss!!" Nancy cried. Her fingers raked her husband's back. "Better!! Oh, God!! This is even better!! Please!! Please, George!! I...Oh, God!! I can't wait!! Oh, God, George, I can't wait!!" Her hips lunged against him urgently. "Nowwwwwwww!! Take me nowwwwwww!!" she cried as, once again, waves of ecstasy rolled over her. "Take me nowwwwwwww!! Yessssssssss!! Yessssssssss!! Yessssssssssss!! Oh, Darling, yesssssssssssssssssss!! Yessssssssssssssssssssssssss!!"

"Here it comes!! Take it, baby, take ittttttttt!!" George groaned as he spewed more of his torrid cream into his wife.

Afterward, they held each other for a while. Nancy lay against George, her soft hair tickling his chest and chin.

"I love you, Nancy," George said. "I love you so much."

Nancy once more felt guilt sweep over her. "I...I love you, too," she replied. "You make me feel so wonderful." Tears began filling her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. What kind of woman was she?



Nancy's Quest Ch. 07



Passion in James County XIII: Nancy's Quest

Chapter seven

Lee McGill walked into Nancy's office just before lunchtime a few days later. "My schedule is clear this afternoon," he said. "What's your schedule look like?"

Nancy knew why Lee was ask her that question. And she knew what her response she should be. She should tell him she was busy. "I...I don't have anything scheduled, either," she replied.

"Want to meet me for lunch?" Lee asked, his eyes growing hot.

"Ah...sure," Nancy replied.

Lee suggested that they meet at the restaurant located near the same motel they'd used a few weeks earlier, the first time they'd had sex.

After Lee left her office, Nancy told her secretary she had calls to make after lunch and wouldn't be back that afternoon, then went down to the garage, got her car, and drove to the motel where she knew Lee would be waiting.

Nancy pulled into the motel parking lot, next to Lee's car. When she got out of her car, he got out of his.

He was smiling and had an excited look in his eyes. "I'm all set," he said, dangling a key from his hand so Nancy could see it. He turned and started for the steps which led to the second level of the motel.

Nancy followed her co-worker, feeling more and more ashamed the closer she got to the room. She had no idea why she was doing this. It wasn't as if she didn't have a good husband because she did. And it wasn't that her husband was lacking as a lover, either. George satisfied her very well in bed. In fact, her husband made her feel better and left her feeling more satisfied than any of the other men she'd slept with did. Why, then, couldn't she stop herself? Why, then, was she about to go into a motel room and make love with one of her co-workers. One of her married co-workers.

When they were in the room, Lee closed the door, then he turned and looked at Nancy, who stood there, continuing to experience mixed feelings of excitement and shame.

"You really look nice today, Nance," Lee commented. 

"Th...thank you," Nancy replied. She had on black slacks, a white silk blouse with a wide collar, and a herringbone pattern vest. She had left the top several buttons on the blouse undone, baring a considerable expanse of her chest. She realized Lee was staring at the exposed skin.

"What's up?" he asked. "You look a little nervous."

Nancy looked into her companion's eyes and saw the fire there. "I...I don't know," she stammered. "I...I just feel kind of funny about doing this, I guess. Don't you?"

Lee shook his head. "I don't think about that much," he replied. "I prefer to think about how fantastic you look and how wonderful making love with you is."

"Oh," Nancy said. Lee was married, just like she was. Didn't it bother him to be cheating on his wife the way it bothered her to be cheating on her husband?

Lee stepped closer to her and began stroking the skin exposed by the open neck of her blouse.

Nancy shuddered. "God, I...I do like the way you touch me," she murmured.

"I like touching you," Lee murmured as his fingers continued to steal over her soft, warm flesh. "Are you still having second thoughts about what we're here for?"

Nancy looked at him, took a deep breath, then shook her head. "No..." she murmured. "Not...not any more."

Lee put his arms around her.

Nancy sighed and leaned against him. "I lied," she murmured. "I can't keep from thinking that what...what we're doing is wrong."

Lee didn't reply.

"Every time I think about what we've done, and are doing, I have horrible feelings of guilt," she whispered. "I hate myself, but..." A shudder went through her while Lee's fingers continued to stroke her gently. "I couldn't say no when you asked me today. I thought about it, I really did, but..."

Lee still said nothing. Instead, he slid his hands deeper into her blouse, onto her breasts and teased them gently through her bra.

Nancy moaned and pressed even harder against him. "You do know what makes me feel good, Lee," she whispered. "You really do."

Lee unbuttoned her blouse, then he squeezed her bra-encased breasts. Ever so softly, he traced skin not covered by her bra.

Nancy slid her hands between them, and caressed his swollen cock. Then she unzipped his pants and slid her hands into them. She felt Lee shudder when her hand wrapped around his swollen, sensitive cock.

When Lee finished unbuttoning her blouse, he slid his hands around behind her, and unhooked her bra clasp. Then he transferred his caresses onto her bared breasts and his fingers twirled the swollen buds. She groaned softly.

Lee backed toward the bed, pulling her with him, while he continued to caress her breasts and she kept stroking his cock.

When they reached the bed, Lee released her and stripped the rest of her clothes off, while she did the same for him. When they were naked, they fell onto the bed and began serious, passionate explorations of each other's bodies. It occurred to Nancy that they hadn't kissed, not once, and they didn't kiss then. Nor had they exchanged anything more than perfunctory words of endearment.

Again she groaned when Lee's lips captured her nipples. He attended to first one, then the other, sucking and nibbling the tender buds until they were hard, tingling, and shiny with his saliva.

Nancy's chest rose and fell while she gasped with delight. Her hands continued massaging and stroking her lover's cock. She rubbed the sticky fluid that had begun seeping from the tip into the sides of throbbing shaft.

Lee kissed across her flat belly, pausing to lick her navel, then his lips moved into the curly brown mass of pubic hair at her middle.

Nancy's hips began to squirm and twist as his hands slid up and down the warm, soft skin of her inner thighs. Moaning softly, she spread her legs to give him access to her vagina. "Yes! Yes!" she groaned. Her hips rose off the bed. "Yes! Ahhh! Yes!" she moaned when his lips and tongue began exploring her sopping wet pussy.

Lee slid around so he was lying between her legs, licking at the soft folds of flesh, thrusting his tongue into her, licking the swollen bud of her clit.

Nancy twisted and turned as rapture rocked her and her moans of pleasure and continued. Lee took her close to coming, then backed off and lay there stroking and caressing her, keeping her at the brink, but not allowing her the release she needed.

"Take me! Please, Lee! I need you! Please!" Nancy groaned. Her hands sought him, pulled at him, urging him atop her. "Please!"

Lee finally slid on top of her and when he did, she grabbed his cock and guided it into her. When his shaft sank into her she wrapped her legs around his, and pressed her hips against his.

Once he was embedded in her, Lee held himself above her on outstretched arms and began to drive into her with deep, forceful strokes.

It wasn't long before Lee's powerful thrusts took Nancy where she wanted to go. "Take me! Take me! Now! Now!" she moaned. Her breasts jiggled as his body slammed against hers, driving his cock deep into her. "Can't wait! Need you too bad!!! I...Ahhhhhhh...I can't wait! I'm coming!" she cried while her body went into spasms of joy.

"Yeah! Me, too!" Lee groaned, discharging his torrid cream into her clasping hot cave.

When Lee was finished, he pulled out and rolled off Nancy, onto his side.

Nancy laid next to her lover on her back, thinking. Finally, she rolled on her side and looked at Lee, who gazed back at her. "Doesn't...doesn't doing this bother you?" she asked. "Don't you ever feel bad about what you're doing to your wife and kids?"

Lee shook his head. "Not often," he replied. "I figure what happens between you and me has nothing to do with my marriage. You give me things my wife doesn't want to. Does our affair really bother you?"

Nancy nodded. "Yes," she said. "It...it really does." Her eyes were filled with tears. "After...after I'm with you, I'm miserable for days," she said. "I can't eat, I can't sleep, and it's almost impossible to face my husband and kids. I...I've tried to stay away from you."

"Nance, would you rather we stopped seeing each other?" Lee asked.

Nancy nodded, then looked into his eyes. "I want to be faithful to my husband," she said, "I want to go back to being a faithful wife. I think about stopping all the time." She took a deep breath and shuddered. "But...God help me...I can't do that and I don't understand why."

Lee wrapped his arm around her and she snuggled against him.

"Are..." he began, "Are you still sleeping with your husband?"

Nancy, keeping her head pressed against his chest, nodded.

"George...he doesn't know about us, does he?" Lee continued.

"N...no, of course not! Nancy stammered. "It...it would kill him if he...if he found out! I couldn't ever let that happen."

"You're still being a good mother to your kids, aren't you?" Lee went on.

Nancy nodded again.

Lee caressed her back as he continued talking. "I believe what we have is something really special. Do you feel that way?" he asked.

Nancy hesitated for a moment. Lee was a good lover, and the wrongness of what they were doing made being with him terribly exciting. "Yes...I guess I do, sometimes," she murmured.

"So why is it wrong for us to have something special?" Lee asked. "Something we couldn't have any other way."

Nancy smiled wanly. "That was one of the most obvious rationalizations I ever heard," she said.

Lee shrugged. "So...did it work?" he asked.

"No, it didn't," Nancy said. "But that doesn't change anything." She kissed him, then started sliding her hands over him. Lee slid his hand down her back and cupped one of her buttocks. She pressed her pelvis against him and kissed him again.

"God!" she murmured after the kiss ended, "I don't know why it is, but I'm horny all the time when I'm with you." Her fingers teased his nipples, making them hard, causing him to shudder. She began kissing his chest. From one of his nipples to the other, her lips moved, trailing heat and wetness back and forth across his chest, making him tremble.

While Nancy's lips worked on Lee's chest, her hands slid over his body, across his belly, into the curly, damp hair at his groin. Her fingers wrapped around his erecting cock, which grew stiffer and twitched in her hand. She stroked his swollen shaft for a while, then her lips began moving down his body, following the trail her hands blazed, and ecstasy was building upon ecstasy.

"Ahhh!" Lee groaned. His hips strained upward as the warmth and wetness of Nancy's mouth engulfed the tip of his swollen wand. She had decided that since he'd eaten her, the least she could do was suck his cock!

Nancy looked up at him and smiled. "I want to do this to you," she murmured. "I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel."

"You...are!" Lee gasped. "Are you ever!" 

She lowered her head and let a substantial part of his cock disappear into her mouth while her hands gently massaged his balls.

It didn't take long for her to get Lee to the brink of explosion. He could no longer remain still, his hips were moving and squirming while her mouth rose and fell on his swollen wand.

"Nance, I...I'll come if you keep that up!" he groaned during one of the few periods of lucidity she allowed him.

"Well," Nancy said, "we don't want that, do we?" She let his cock slip from her mouth, straddled him, guided his throbbing rod to her middle and sank onto it. A look of bliss formed on her face as it entered her. After she had Lee in her, she leaned forward and supported herself on her outstretched arms as she worked her middle against his.

Lee grabbed her breasts and started rubbing his thumbs back and forth across the turgid tips while Nancy moved her hips up and down and side to side, making his cock rub the walls of her snug love cave.

"Yes! Oh, yes!" she hissed. "Oh, yes!" She pounded down on Lee, twisting and turning her body, making him lash around inside her. "Oh...Yes!!! Oh...Yes!!! Oh...Yes!!! Oh...Yes!!! Oh...Yes!!!" she chanted, calling cadence for her bouncing hips. Then she stiffened, she pressed her groin against Lee's, and tremors begin to wrack her. "Ah! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!" Her wail of delight began. Her fingers dug into Lee's arms as her body continued to spasm. "Yes! Yes! Take...me, Lee! Please! Please!"

"Uhh!" Lee groaned, his body arching, his hips driving upward, as he hosed her insides with molten cream.

Her passion dissipated, Nancy laid on top of Lee and let him hold her. After a while, she raised her head, looked into his eyes, then kissed him. "How can you always make me feel so good?" she whispered. "How can what we do feel so good when it's so wrong?"

Lee looked at her. "Are you sure it's wrong?" he asked.

She shook her head. "You and I both know it is," she said. "It doesn't matter how you try to make it sound it, we...we're cheating on our spouses. Any way you cut it, that...that isn't right."

"Do you want to stop seeing me, Nance?" Lee asked.

Nancy looked down at him a long time, her eyes reflecting the turmoil in her mind. Then she took a deep breath, let it out, and nodded. "I...I do want to stop. I...I really do," she said. "But...but I'm not sure I can."

Lee looked at her carefully. "You sure about that?" he asked.

"I...I'm not sure about anything," Nancy replied. "Not any more."

"It's just that I don't want to mess up your life," Lee said, hugging her.

"My life's already a mess," Nancy replied, "so I guess it doesn't matter if I mess it up a little more."

She finally rolled off and they lay side by side for awhile longer. Then she got up. "I have to get going," she said. "I have to pick my daughter up at daycare then get home and make dinner."

They got up, dressed, and left the room, headed for their separate cars, separate homes, separate spouses, and separate lives.

"Why?" Nancy thought as she drove toward her home, tortured by guilt. "Why can't I stop?"



Nancy's Quest Ch. 08



Passion in James County XIII

Nancy's Quest

By D.C. Roi

Chapter eight

Nancy was working in her yard. Her husband and the kids were away for a weekend camping trip with a group of other fathers and children from the neighborhood. Nancy knew she was a woman with a problem. She had violated her marriage vows and didn't seem to be able to stop doing it, although she wasn't sure why.

It wasn't as if her husband wasn't paying her adequate attention. In fact, he was the most satisfying lover she ever had. Even though they had been married for fifteen years, he continued to make love to her almost every night, and he did still satisfy her, perhaps more than he ever had.

In spite of the fact she had a marriage other women would love to have, she couldn't keep from succumbing to other men. Right now she was involved in an affair with Lee McGill, a man she worked with. She seemed unable to stop seeing Lee, although she more and more began having doubts about their relationship, which seemed to be foundering.

In fact, she and Lee met that morning at the restaurant and motel where they usually conducted their trysts. When Nancy arrived, Lee was already there, waiting in the parking lot, looking around nervously. He walked over to her car and Nancy rolled her window down.

"You aren't going to believe this. All the rooms are booked," Lee said. "There's some kind of convention going on in town."

Nancy recognized the fact that the motel being full gave her a chance to avoid going with Lee, but she didn't take it. "Get in," she said. "Let's find another place."

Lee slid into her car. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. Nancy was wearing a black and white patterned dress that buttoned all the way down the front and had a full, sweeping skirt. His eyes scanned her and a look of delight appeared on his face. "You look great today, Nance!" he said.

"Thank you," she replied. She pulled out of the parking lot and headed down the highway.

Lee slid across the seat, dropped his hand on her leg and began stroking it.

"Oh, Lee!" Nancy murmured, squirming, as delicious feelings began to rush through her. "You don't believe in wasting time, do you?"

"Not when I'm with someone as gorgeous as you," Lee replied. "Damn, Nance, you're so pretty I can't keep my hands off you." His caresses became bolder, stirring her even more. He unbuttoned a few of the buttons on the skirt and slid his hand under the dress, onto her stockinged leg.

Nancy dropped her hand to his lap, found his cock and discovered it was already stiff and swollen. That was one of the nice things about Lee, he always wanted her!

"Jesus, Nance! If...if you keep doing that, I'm gonna come in my pants!" Lee groaned as she squeezed his swelling cock.

"Is that true?" Nancy asked. He was caressing her breasts and, as always, that was really turning her on!

"Maybe you...you could find a side road and pull over?" Lee suggested. His voice was hoarse with need. "I...I'm not sure how much longer I can wait."

A short distance ahead of them, Nancy spotted a side road. She turned onto it, drove a little way off the highway, then pulled into a field, stopped and shut off the engine. "Is...is this all right?" she asked softly.

"Ah, yeah, why not?" he replied.

Wild with need from Lee's caresses, she unbuckled her seat belt, turned, opened his zipper, and took out his swollen cock. Then she bent and took it into her mouth. Her tongue moved over the swollen, veined surface. She heard his groans of delight when her hands and lips began moving over his balls and cock. It wasn't long before his hips were bouncing on the seat of the car.

"I can't wait! Oh, Nance! I can't wait!" Lee moaned. "I'm gonna come!"

Nancy decided that if that's what he wanted, that's what she'd give him. After all, they had the rest of the day, didn't they? Her grip on his balls tightened and the actions of her mouth became more insistent. She heard him give a loud moan, then his hot fluids were spewing into her mouth. She sucked him dry, then sat back on the seat and looked at him. "Did you like that, Lee?" she asked.

"Like it! I loved it!" Lee replied. "My God! You are fantastic!" He reached for her.

Nancy allowed herself to be pulled into his arms. He began playing with her breasts and she gasped as thrills roiled through her. She was so turned on she could scream. He opened the remaining buttons of the dress and his hands began stealing over her, caressing her breasts through her bra.

Lee slid his hands around behind her and fumbled with the clasp of her bra, then got it undone. His hands slid back to her breasts and began caressing them.

Nancy arched her back, pressing her breasts against his hands. "Oh, God, that feels so wonderful!" she moaned while he toyed with her erecting nipples. "That feels fabulous!!" She loved having her breasts played with and Lee seemed to know just how to do it! She couldn't believe it! Her nipples felt more swollen than usual. Lee's fingers continued to manipulate her nipples and her breathing got ragged. Doing this, in a car, like a couple of horny teenagers, was a real turn-on! "I...I never felt this...this wild...from...from being...touched there!" she gasped. Her breasts had always been sensitive, but this was too much!

Lee pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

Nancy moved against him urgently, her lips crushing against his, her tongue snaking into his mouth. He had both of her breasts in his hands and was twirling her rock-hard, tingling nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She was so turned on she was liable to...

"Oh, God, Lee! You...you're going to make me come! You really are!" she exclaimed.

Lee bent his head and covered the tip of one breast with his mouth.

When he did that, Nancy lost control. "Ahhhhhh! Yes! Oh, God, Lee! Yes!" she screamed, her hips rocking on the car seat.

Lee drew her swollen nipple deep into his mouth and pulled on its mate with his fingers. His other hand slid between her legs he began caressing her need-drenched pussy through her panties.

Nancy couldn't stand it any longer. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" she cried, "I don't believe it!!! I'm coming!"

When her orgasm passed, Nancy turned her head toward Lee and smiled. "I...I needed that so much," she said softly. "It was wonderful."

"It was wild, wasn't it?" Lee agreed.

"So where do you want to go?" Nancy asked. What they'd just done was nice. But as nice as it had been, she was still horny. She thought they would go to a motel where she could experience his hard cock plunging into her. As nice as what he'd done to her was, she needed more. Much more!

Lee turned bright read and got a sheepish look on his face. "Ah, Nance, I...... sorry," he stammered. "We got started so fast, I...ah...I didn't get to tell you..."

"Tell me what?" Nancy asked.

 "Ah...something...something...something came up," he said. "My son has a little league game this morning. I...I have to go. It's...it's in a half-hour."

"Oh," Nancy replied softly. She felt a rush of disappointment. This wasn't fair! She was still horny. She needed to make love. Why had Lee agreed to meet her if he didn't have enough time for them to do what they needed to do?

Lee recognized her disappointment. "I'm really sorry, Nance," he said, "I didn't find out about the game until this morning. I...I didn't do this on purpose."

"That's all right, Lee," Nancy said. Furious, but trying hard not to show it, she straightened her clothes, slid behind the wheel, and put the car in "Drive". She drove back out on the highway and took Lee back to his car.

"I hope you aren't upset," Lee said as Nancy drove. "You do look like you are."

Nancy didn't respond. She kept her eyes on the road and drove as fast as she could. She was angry, so angry she felt like telling him to get out and walk! She pulled into the restaurant parking lot and stopped next to Lee's car.

"Hey, look, Nance. I really am sorry," Lee said. "I...I mean I didn't know, ah..."

Nancy kept staring straight ahead, not saying anything.

"Yeah, OK, I get the message," Lee said, a tinge of anger showing in his voice. He got out of the car, closed the door harder than he should have, then started for his car.

Nancy backed out of the parking space then, her engine roaring, she left the parking lot, tires squealing. She was out of sight before Lee could get in his car.

Nancy raked the yard, using a lot more energy than she needed to. She was very aware of the fact that she was still filled with unsated longing.

"Lee really is a son-of-a-bitch!" she thought as she recalled her unsatisfying morning meeting with her lover. She'd hoped for a morning of sexual satisfaction, but had gotten much less. "He doesn't care about me, he's just using me. I think it's time for me to stop seeing him," she mused. "I don't need to subject myself to that kind of humiliation if I'm not going to get anything from it!"

A power mower hummed behind Nancy. It was operated by Benny Morris, a boy from the neighborhood who was a few years older than her sons. Benny had been mowing their lawn and doing other odd jobs for them for years.

As she raked, Nancy noticed Benny looking at her with unabashed adoration in his eyes and she found herself acutely aware of the young man's adoring gaze. Benny was a bit chubby, and he did wear glasses. She thought he was cute. He was very polite and more than a little shy. If she remembered correctly, he was in his senior year in high school.

"When he matures and loses some of that baby fat, Benny is going to be a very handsome man..." Nancy reflected, "Even so, it looks like he's already quite grown up, I wonder..." The fact that she was having lewd thoughts about her teen-age neighbor caused her to experience a twinge of guilt and she tried to focus her thoughts on other things but, despite her best efforts, her thoughts kept returning to the teenager on the mower.

"I have to stop this!" she thought. She was terribly upset by what she found herself thinking. "What I've already done is bad enough. I can't be sick enough to compound it by seducing a nice young man like Benny!"

Benny finished mowing, shut off the mower, and put it in the shed next to the garage. Then he walked over to where Nancy was working.

"Are...are you all done with the mowing, Benny?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah, I'm all done, Mrs. Dillon. Is there anything else you want me to do?" he said. "I...I can finish that raking if you want me to."

Nancy was once more very aware of the way Benny was looking at her and felt warmth spreading through her. "Mowing the lawn is hot work, Benny," she said. "Would you like a cold drink?"

Benny, nodded, gulped and said, "Yeah, you want me to go in and get us something?"

"Why don't we both take a break? I'm thirsty, too," she commented. "Come on." She put the rake down, turned, and started toward the house.

When she reached the kitchen, Nancy got two cans of soda out of the refrigerator and handed one to Benny. Their hands brushed, an electric jolt raced up her arm, and she jumped. "I have to stop acting like this! What's wrong with me?" she thought. "What kind of sick woman have I become?" She forced herself to smile. "Have you got a steady girl, Benny?" she asked.

"Ah, no, not really," the young man replied, his voice cracking a little. "I...I did have, but she broke up with me last week."

"I don't suppose that's too big a problem for you, is it?" Nancy asked. "I imagine there are lots of girls you can take out, aren't there? I mean, you are a handsome young man."

The young man's face turned bright red. "Um...well...you may think so, but not too many of the girls in school do," he stammered. "I...not many of them seem to want to go out with me."

"If that's true, it must be girls these days are dumb," Nancy said. "If I was your age and you asked me out, I'd be honored to go. You're a very nice young man." That was true. He reminded her of what her husband had been like at that age.

Benny stood there, shifting from foot to foot, looking extremely uncomfortable. Finally, he took a deep breath. "Ah, Mrs. Dillon, I...I have to go to the bathroom," he croaked.

"Go ahead, Benny," Nancy replied. "You know where it is."

After the young man left the kitchen, Nancy leaned against the kitchen counter to steady herself. This was crazy! She'd seen the bulge in his jeans and it excited her. He looked huge! She heard him start go up the stairs. "Nancy Dillon, you have to get hold of yourself!" she thought. "You're starting to lose it. You really are!"

She stood in the kitchen quite a while, waiting for the young man to return but he didn't. It seemed like he was taking an unusually long time to go to the bathroom. "I wonder if something's wrong?" she thought. "Benny's been gone for quite a while. I wonder if he's sick or something. Maybe I better check." She set her soda on the counter and started up the stairs toward the bathroom, walking softly.

She found the bathroom door closed, but she heard soft noises - noises that sounded like moans - coming from behind the closed bathroom door. She leaned forward and placed her ear close to the door to see if she could tell what was happening. Maybe the young man was sick. What she heard when she pressed her ear to the door stunned her.

"Oh! Mrs. Dillon! Yes!" Benny was moaning softly.

At first Nancy was confused by what she heard, but it didn't take long for her to realize what the young man was doing. The realization thrilled her. "Don't do what you're thinking about doing!" her conscience warned her. "You've already made enough trouble for yourself, don't make it worse."

Nancy continued to stand there with her ear pressed against the door. She realized she was shaking. Finally she straightened up and, with a trembling hand, she reached down and tried the door. It was unlocked so she opened it and looked into the bathroom. When she saw what was happening, her breath caught in her throat.

Benny was sitting on the toilet. His pants were around his ankles, his legs stuck straight out in front of him, and he was stroking his cock! And what a magnificent cock it was! The young man's eyes were squeezed shut, so he wasn't aware that Nancy had opened the bathroom door and was watching him. 

Nancy almost passed out with joy when the young man whispered her name again. He was imagining making love to her as he masturbated! He wanted her! He was fantasizing about making love to her!

Nancy's heart was pounding and she was having a difficult time breathing. She took a deep breath, then she began to walk slowly across the small room. When she reached the toilet, Benny opened his eyes and saw her. Nancy saw the shocked look on his face when he realized that she was standing next to him and smiled. "You have grown up, haven't you, Benny?" she purred. "You have become quite a man!"

Benny gulped for breath and continued staring at her, his hand still wrapped around his swollen cock.

"Benny, would you like me to do that for you?" Nancy asked. She knelt down next to him. Her hand encircled his cock, replacing his, and she began to gently stroke the teenager's organ. She heard his breath catch and felt him shudder. She couldn't get over how hard and big the young man's cock was! She stroked the young man's erection for a while, but the bathroom wasn't the place to do the things she wanted to do with him. "Come on, Benny, let's go someplace where we can be more comfortable," she whispered.

She stood up, pulled the trembling young man to his feet, and led him from the bathroom. She took hold of his cock again while they shuffled down the hall toward her bedroom. She slid her hand from the tip to the base and back again, massaging the sticky juices which were oozing from the slitted tip into the hot, veined shaft. She felt Benny trembling and was delighted. "He's so young and so handsome!" she thought. "And so turned on! I have a feeling this is going to be a wonderful afternoon!"

When they reached her bedroom, Nancy guided Benny to the bed and had him lay down. Then she stripped his clothes off. When she had him naked, she stood next to the bed, staring at the swollen, fleshy rod jutting from the young man's loins.

"He looks so delicious I have to taste him!" she thought.  She bent and kissed Benny's engorged organ, evoking a passionate cry from the young man.  She began lowering her head and parted her lips. When his throbbing shaft slid between her lips, she shuddered with elation. She wanted to give him an experience she was sure he'd never had before. She wanted to feel his juices shooting into her mouth!

Benny lay on the bed quaking while Mrs. Dillon sucked his cock! He couldn't believe this was happening to him. He had to be dreaming. There was no way she could be sucking his cock! It couldn't be real, but it sure felt that way! "Ahh!" he moaned passionately and his hips rocked.

Nancy heard the young man's impassioned moan, then, without any warning, a geyser of hot, sticky fluids spewed into her mouth.

"Mrs. Dillon!!!" Benny groaned, "Oh! God! Oh! God!"

Nancy swallowed all of the boy's come she could, but there was too much. The sticky fluids overflowed her mouth and dribbled down her chin. A joyful quiver swept through her when she experienced a small, but sweet, orgasm of her own.

Even though Benny's penis was softening, she continued to suck and lick it. Finally, when it was completely limp, she let it slide from her mouth. Then she sat back on her heels and smiled at the red-faced, wide-eyed young man. "Did you like that, Benny?" she asked.

Benny nodded. "It...it was awesome, Mrs. Dillon!" he replied. "Unreal!"

Nancy stretched out in the middle of the bed, looked at the young man, and smiled. She patted the bed next to her. "Slide over here next to me, Benny," she murmured.

Benny slid over against her and put his arm around her. "I...I...never...had...anything like that done to me before," he stammered. "I never knew I could feel that good!"

Nancy stroked his face and kissed him gently. "I'm glad you liked it, Benny," she whispered. "Would you like to make love with me?" Deep down inside, warning alarms were sounding. She knew what she was about to do was terribly wrong. Not only was she seducing a boy who was almost young enough to be her son, she was doing it in the bed she shared with George! But at that point, none of that mattered. She was turned on and needed to be made love to! And it was obvious Benny wanted to make love to her!

Benny nodded again. "Ah...yeah...I...I'd like that," the young man stammered. "I...I'd like that a...a lot!"

Nancy sat up and stripped off the faded pink sweatshirt she was wearing. Then she slid down her jeans. Leaving her lacy bra and bikini pants on, she snuggled against the young man. "Go ahead, Benny," she whispered. "Make love to me. I want you to make love to me. I need it!"

Benny took a deep breath, then he began exploring her body. He started by running his trembling hands lightly over her smooth, warm skin.

When the young man's hands began moving over her body, Nancy immediately felt excitement blossoming deep inside her. His touch was heavenly! He was so gentle! And his nervousness made it even more exciting. "Benny! Oh, Benny!" she murmured and covered his face with kisses. "Yes! That's it, my darling!!! Make love to me! Please, Benny, make love to me!"

Benny reached behind her and fumbled with the clasp of her bra. He finally managed to get it open, then he peeled it off and gazed at her breasts with a wide-eyed, adoring look in his eyes. Nancy could see his hand shaking as he reached out and touched one of her breasts gently.

"Oh, Benny!" Nancy groaned. Thrills shot through her when the young man began caressing her breast. Then his lips engulfed a nipple and he began to suck it softly. The sensations his actions caused were so wonderful she thought she would come, but she didn't. The young man continued to nurse on her, shifting his lips from one nipple to the other and back.




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Inundated with fantastic sensations, Nancy writhed on the bed, moaning. "Benny! Benny! Benny!" she wailed, her back arching, her body on fire. "Yes! Oh yes! Kiss them! Oh, God! Kiss them!" As delightful as his suckling her breasts was, there was much more she needed! "Take me, Benny! Please, Benny! Take me!" she cried, clutching at him. Her hips wouldn't stop rising and falling. "I want to feel you in me!"

Benny rolled on top of her, tugged her panties off, and stared down at her nude body, wide-eyed and disbelieving. He looked confused, as if he wasn't sure what to do next.

"Benny, please!" Nancy clutched at him. Her hips rose, seeking him, "Take me, Benny! I need you!"
Benny slid between her out-spread legs and the tip of his re-invigorated cock brushed the torrid dampness of her labia. He groaned softly, pushed forward, and his cock began sliding into her.

"Yes! Oh, God, Benny! Yes!" Nancy groaned when the young man's swollen cudgel entered her. She raised her hips, receiving him, beckoning him to go deeper. This was even sweeter than she imagined it would be! When the boy's pubic bone nudged against hers, she felt more filled than she'd ever been! She couldn't believe how sublime it felt!

Benny began sliding his erection in and out. "Oh, Jeez! Oh, Jeez! I can't wait, Mrs. Dillon! It feels too good! I can't wait!" he groaned.

He had no sooner uttered the words when his juices gushed into Nancy, flooding her with warmth and wetness. "Benny! Oh, Benny! Yes!" she cried when she felt the young man's hot cream begin to bathe her insides. She was so close to coming that his explosion was all it took to set her off! "That's what I wanted! Yes! Yes! Give it to me! Give it to me! I'm coming! Ahhh!Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!"

Their bodies struggled together while exquisite sensations flashed between them. At last, they had no more joy left to share and, spent, they disconnected and lay next to each other. Both of them were supremely satisfied.

Nancy rolled on her side. "Oh, Benny, that was wonderful!" she exclaimed, kissing the amazed young man. "I'm so satisfied! I needed that so badly!"

Benny, blushing, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her. They laid there, cuddled in each other's arms and, physically and emotionally spent, they dozed off.

Nancy was awakened a little later by an insistent, tickling sensation.  Disoriented, she sat upright, looked down, and realized that Benny was stroking her belly. That was what awakened her. Pangs of guilt caused her to pause. She couldn't believe she'd seduced this wonderful young man. Not only was she cheating on her husband, she was turning into a child molester!

Benny, startled by her sudden movement, pulled his hand away. "I...I'm sorry, Mrs. Dillon," he stammered, turning bright red. "I...I didn't mean to hurt you."

"You didn't hurt me, Benny darling," Nancy said softly, "You surprised me. It didn't hurt, believe me! What you were doing felt wonderful!" She missed the sensations his touch had been causing and wanted more. "You don't have to stop! What you were doing really did feel wonderful!"

The young man smiled at her and resumed his caresses. Said back and savored the sweet sensations his tender exploration of her body generated. It felt as if he caressed every inch of her skin. She couldn't remember the last time her body had been explored, and loved, so completely. At last, his fingers moved onto her love-slick vagina, and he began exploring the organ between her legs. His motions fanned the embers of passion glowing inside her into wildfires of need. Before long, he had her twisting and moaning fervently.

When the young man's exploring fingers moved onto her clit Nancy gasped.

Benny looked at her, concerned. "Did...did I hurt you, Mrs. Dillon?" he asked.

"Oh, no, darling!" Nancy replied. "That feels wonderful! Don't stop! Please, Benny, don't stop!" She closed her eyes and let the sweet feelings continue to rush over her. She felt Benny's warm breath on her opening, then her hips jolted upward when his tongue thrust into her.

"Benny! Yes!" she keened, "Eat me! Ahhhhh! Eat me! Yes, Benny, eat me!" She thrust her pussy against his mouth and felt his tongue lashing her labia, then he found her swollen clit. When he began licking it, she went wild. "Coming! G-g-gaaaa! Oh, Benny! Oh, Benny! I'm coming Benny! Benny! Oh, Benny!" she shrieked. Her hands raked the sheets and her body convulsed with pleasure while the teenager's lips and tongue brought her to another crashing orgasm.

Nancy wasn't quite over that orgasm when she discovered that Benny's penis was erect again. She learned that because he rolled between her legs and drove it into her. She loved it! His erection stabbed into her, inflating a balloon of lust that was rapidly growing near the point of bursting into total bliss. She looked up into the young man's passion-filled face.

"Oh, Benny!" she groaned. She reached up, pulled his face down to hers, and drove her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues dueled, inflaming them even more. "Yes! Oh, darling, yes!" she moaned when the kiss ended. "Give me more, Benny! More!"

Benny kept driving into her and her body rocked up against his. The force of their coupling shook the bed, making it creak.

What the young man was doing to her felt wonderful, but Nancy knew she was nowhere near reaching orgasm. She pulled the young man's face down and kissed him again. "But don't stop! Oh, God, don't stop!" she moaned. "This feels so good!" Then she had an idea. "Let's do it doggie-style," she suggested.

They changed position and once they did, Benny's huge pole was sliding into her from the rear. He reached under her, grasped her breasts, and began rolling the rigid nipples between his fingers.

Startled, Nancy realized she was going to be able to come again! In fact... "Oh! Again! Ahhh! Benny! Again! Oh, God, Benny! I'm coming again!" she groaned. She pushed back against him, feeling his thighs slap against hers as she experienced another orgasm, perhaps her best one yet. "Yes! Benny! Benny! Yes! Yes!"

Benny exploded, too, his cries of delight mixing with hers. "Gaaa! Agghhh!" he groaned, as he blasted more jets of his hot juices into her.

Finally, sated, they collapsed onto the bed and laid in each other's arms for a long time.

Later, wearing a robe, Nancy walked the young man to the door. Before he went out, he pulled her into his arms, cupped her bottom in his hands, and kissed her deeply. "Thank you, Mrs. Dillon!" he said ardently. He released her, opened the door, and was gone, looking back as he went down the walk.

Nancy walked into the living room and sank onto the sofa. She laid down and curled up into a fetal position, sobbing, with tears pouring from her eyes. What was wrong with her? Why had she allowed this to happen? What kind of woman had she become?



Nancy's Quest Ch. 09



Passion in James County XIII

Nancy's Quest

By D.C. Roi

Chapter nine

Benny Morris walked toward his home, trying to understand exactly what had happened to him that day. "Why did Mrs. Dillon do that?" he wondered. He shuddering a little when he remembered how wonderful the love-making he had experienced with his beautiful neighbor was. "Why did she pick me?" He still couldn't believe he'd actually gotten to make love with the woman of his dreams.

The young man was under no illusion that he was some kind of hunk. He knew he was a little pudgy, and that a lot of the girls didn't want to go out with him because he wasn't a jock and got excellent grades. The fact that he was bright, smart, and had a fantastic sense of humor didn't mean much to the girls in his high school class.

He had been working for the Dillons for five years, ever since he turned thirteen, and he liked both Mr. and Mrs. Dillon a lot. Mr. Dillon was a really nice guy, and he paid well. As he thought about his neighbor, he felt guilt sweeping over him. "It wasn't fair to do that to Mr. Dillon," he thought. But he also had to admit to himself he wasn't sorry he'd done what he did.

Mrs. Dillon, well, Benny thought she was the prettiest woman he'd ever seen. And the nicest, too. He'd harbored fantasies about making love with her as long as he knew there was such a thing as making love. He never dreamed he'd actually get to live out his dreams, though.

He liked their kids, too, but the Dillon kids were quite a bit younger than he was, so he didn't have much in common with them.

"Why did Mrs. Dillon do that?" he asked himself again as he drew nearer to his home. He thought about asking his mother, but wasn't sure how she would react if he confessed that he'd spent the afternoon making love with their attractive neighbor. On the other hand, if he asked the question the right way, maybe his mother could help him figure it out.

Benny was an only child and only had one parent. His father died when he was ten when a hidden brain aneurysm exploded in his head one day while he was at work. As a result of his father's death, and what he'd gone through learning to cope with it, the young man was extremely close to his mother, and because he had learned to cope with tragedy early in his life, he was a bit more mature than most of his contemporaries.

His mother, who was working as a teacher at the time of his father's death, went back to college and got advanced degrees in psychology. She now worked for the school district as a psychologist.

Benny walked into the kitchen and found his mother standing at the kitchen counter, making dinner. "Hi, Ben," his mother said. "How was your day?"

"Not bad," he said. He took a deep breath. "Mom, did you ever think about cheating on Dad?" he asked her.

His mother turned around and looked at him, wide-eyed. "Ben, what on earth made you ask me that?" she said.

"Well, you know, I...I was wondering why people do stuff like that," he replied. "I mean, if someone's married, what makes them cheat?"

"It's really hard to explain, honey," his mother said. "There's always a cause, I guess. You know, the old business about 'my wife really doesn't understand me,' or 'we just rew apart.' Usually, those are excuses, not reasons though." She studied him. "Why did this topic come up all of a sudden?"

Benny shrugged. "I found out that the mother of one of my friends is having an affair," he replied. It was the truth, almost. He didn't mention that she was having the affair with him. "The thing is, I've seen her with her husband and I always thought she really loved him, you know? And he loves her, too."

"Honey, without knowing the particulars of a situation it's really hard to say why people do things," his mother replied. "Sometimes there's an underlying problem, maybe a lack of self-esteem, that causes a person to do something like that. Women, in particular, fall prey to that. Our society still tends to classify women by who the happen to be married to, not by what they do."

"Oh, you mean, maybe, she's doing it because she doesn't think she's really a very nice person, is that it?" Benny asked.

His mother nodded. "Sort of," she replied. "It's more likely that, somehow, she's doing it to punish herself, maybe for something that happened a long time ago."

"Boy, I guess I have a lot to learn about people, don't I?" Ben said. "Maybe, when I should study psychology instead of becoming a teacher."

"I wouldn't be upset if you did," his mother said, smiling. "But I'd be very proud to have you be a teacher, too. A good teacher can keep things like we've been talking about from happening by building his or her students' self-image and showing them they're good people."

"Oh, wow, I never thought about it like that," the young man said.

They ate dinner, a wonderful pot roast his mother had prepared. After he did the dishes, Benny went up to his room, finished his homework, and went to bed.

"What could be making Mrs. Dillon act the way she is?" he wondered. "I mean, she's so pretty and all. And she's a really neat person, too." He didn't find it at all odd that instead of thinking about having a chance to make love with Nancy again, he was worrying about her.



Nancy's Quest Ch. 10



Passion in James County XIII

Nancy's Quest

By D.C. Roi

Chapter ten

Nancy was putting in another late night at the office. It was a busy time for the company she worked for, and there was a lot of work that needed to be done. She agreed to work the extra without complaining, even though she'd rather have been home with her husband and kids.

"The only good thing about working this late is that Lee isn't here tonight," she thought as she finished up what she was doing and started to think about going home. She wouldn't have to put up with the temptation of having him around. She'd managed to avoid her colleague for some time, and was starting to feel as if she would have the strength to turn him down if he asked to see her again.

She was just about finished with what she had to do when Walt Arenton, the assistant general sales manager for overseas operations, walked into her office. She was surprised to see him, since he seldom worked late. He was in his late 50's, but in fairly good shape. He was balding and wore a small moustache. He walked over to her desk, smiling.

"How is that end of year domestic sales report coming, Nance?" he asked.

Nancy shrugged and gave him an exasperated look. "It was tough getting everything down, but I think I have it," she said.

She realized Walt was surveying her and suddenly felt uncomfortable. She had on a houndstooth-pattern green dress that buttoned up the front and was cinched around her slim waist by a black belt. Her hair hung in a braid down her back, a style she didn't wear very often.

"If you want to see what I've done, I can show you," she said, standing up. "I've got it laid out on the table over there. I was just going to put it all together and put it in the mailbox to go to the printer in the morning."

She got up and walked to the table. Walt followed her and stood behind her. She was startled when he put his arms around her.

"You look gorgeous tonight, Nance," he whispered in her ear.

Nancy stiffened in his arms. "Walt! What do you think you're doing?" she asked.

"What do you think I'm doing?" he replied and squeezed her against him, pressing his hardening cock against her firm bottom. "You know, Nance, I've been wanting to do this for a long time," he said, giving her ear a lick with his tongue.

Nancy shuddered. "What makes you think I want you to do this, Walt?" she asked, she wanted to get away from him, but he had her pressed against the table, so escape was impossible. "I don't know why you think you can do this."

Walt slid his hands up and cupped her breasts through her dress.

Despite herself, Nancy felt a rush of passion. She sagged against him a little.

"I know what you and Lee have been doing," Walt said, continuing the caresses that were weakening Nancy's ability to resist. "You may have thought it was a secret, but it isn't. What's the matter with you and me doing it, too?"

"Walt, no!" Nancy murmured. Her body was out of control. Why was it that when a man - any man it seemed - touched her, she immediately got turned on and lost the ability to resist? "We...we can't do anything here?"

"Why not?" he replied, continuing to massage her lovely, small breasts. "There's nobody else in the building and, this late, it isn't likely anybody will show up." He bent, nuzzled her neck, and licked her ear lobe.

Realizing Nancy was no longer making an attempt to get out of his embrace, Walt began unbuttoning the top buttons of her dress, then he slid his hands inside, onto bare her flesh.

Nancy was sorry she hadn't worn a bra. His hands cupped and squeezed the warm, spongy masses on her chest and the hard nipples pressed into his palms. She shuddered and her hands covered his. "Walt, please, you...you don't know what you're doing," she whispered.

"I know exactly what I'm doing," he replied, continuing to nuzzle her neck. "You're a damn good-looking woman and you're having a pretty powerful effect on me."

Nancy realized her body had stopped responding, but she decided she would no longer make any pretence of resistance. Her boss obviously wasn't going to take no for an answer, so the best thing she probably could do was let him have what he wanted and get this demeaning episode over. She squirmed her ass against his erect cock. "I can tell," she whispered. "But Walt, what are we going to do? We can't do anything here, can we?"

"I...I'll think of something," Walt gasped. He kept squeezing Nancy's breasts and his cock got harder and harder as her ass moved insistently against it. He turned her aound in his arms and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. He cupped her bottom and lifted her off her feet.

Holding the kiss, he managed somehow to carry Nancy back to her desk. He sat her on it, then he finished unbuttoning her dress. Next, he peeled her pantyhose down her long, slim, legs and dropped them on the floor.

"Walt...are...are you really sure you want to do this?" Nancy murmured.

"You're goddamn right I do!" he responded. He reached for his belt, undid it, then opened his pants. When his pants dropped around his ankles, he flipped a light switch near the desk and the room darkened.

Nancy felt his rigid cock slapping against her legs, then he took her face in his hands and kissed her again. "You do want me, don't you, Nance?" he whispered after the kiss ended. Without waiting for Nancy to answer, he moved between her finely-shaped legs.

Nancy heard him gasp when he guided the flared, swollen tip of his cock to her already-damp opening, then slid it into her. She laid back, groaning, her legs locking behind him, as he entered her. He slid his hands up and down her lean form as his cock rode smoothly in and out of her. "Oh, God, Nance!!! I need you!!! Take meeeeee!!! Take meeeeee!!!" he cried as he plunged into her.

His powerful thrusts made Nancy's bottom slide back and forth on the slick desk top. She was surprised that she wasn't responding the way she always did in the past when men did things like this to her.  It would have been humiliating for her to respond to Walt after he forced himself on her.

Walt gripped her lean bottom and continued slamming into her, knowing his own needs would soon be met. Then he was coming. "Ahhhhh!" he cried, spouting his warm sauce into her.

When he finished, Walt leaned over Nancy, spent. His cock was still buried in her, but it softened and slid from her. Finally, when he had strength enough to stand erect, he did so, and stepped back from the desk.

Nancy lay on the desk, her legs dangling over the side. Her eyes were closed. She wasn't sure exactly why she'd subjected herself to this humiliation, but she had. And even though she'd been forced to have sex with Walt, she felt shame. She pushed herself erect and Walt backed away from her, looking as ashamed as she felt. She got off the desk and headed for the bathroom.

When she returned Walt was sitting in her desk chair. He jumped to his feet when he saw her. "Nance...I...I'm sorry," he stammered, looking remorseful. "I...I don't know what got into me. Are...are you going to...to report this? It...it will never, ever happen again. I...I promise you that."

"All right, Walt, I...I guess I won't report it, then," Nancy said. "Walt, I...I'm sorry, but it's late and I really should get home."

"Sure, me, too," Walt said. He got up and walked to the door. He stopped and turned. "Thanks, Nance. See you tomorrow," he said. "I...I really am sorry." Then he was gone.

After Walt left, Nancy checked the report to make sure it was ready for the printer, assembled it, put it in the mailbox, then she turned off the lights, got her coat, and left, locking the door behind him.

While she drove home, Nancy felt the tears coursing down her cheeks. She felt cheaper than she'd ever felt before. Somehow, some way, she had to find out how to stop herself before she lost her job, her husband, and her kids, everything that was important to her! Maybe she needed to start seeing a shrink. Maybe a therapist could help her figure out why she'd become a nymphomaniac, and how to stop. She had to do something before her world came crashing down around her. 




Nancy's Quest Ch. 11



Passion in James County XIII

Nancy's Quest

By D.C. Roi

Chapter eleven

Nancy's husband was in bed when she got home. He looked as if he was sleeping, so she tried to be as quiet as she could while she undressed. Before she got in bed, she went to the bathroom and took a quick shower to wash the feeling of Walt off her body.

When she returned to the bedroom and slid into bed next to her husband, he surprised her by turning on his side so he was facing her. He smiled and said, "Hi."

"Hi, honey," Nancy replied softly. As she looked into his eyes, overwhelming feelings of guilt swept over her and she fought the tears that threatened to appear in her eyes. "I thought you were asleep. I didn't want to waken you. I...I'm sorry I was so late."

"I was kind of hoping you'd get home before I was asleep," George said. He slid closer to her and took her in his arms. "And, by golly, you did."

Nancy didn't resist when her husband pulled her into his arms. She slid her arms around his waist. The demeaning episode with Walt began to fade from her mind when her husband began caressing her, awakening passion in her. She did feel guilty because she was about to sleep with her husband the same night she'd had sex with another man, but the needs George's caresses were awakening demanded to be satisfied.

When George covered her mouth with his, Nancy groaned and pressed against him. He slid his hands down over her body, cupped her firm derriere, and pulled her against him so she could feel his swelling cock.

She tightened her arms around her husband and slipped her tongue between his lips, into his mouth.

The kiss endured some time. Finally, because they needed to breathe, the kiss ended. Nancy gazed at her husband, breathing hard.

"I need you, darling," George whispered.

"I...I need you, too, my love," Nancy responded. "You...you have no idea how desperately."

Their lips joined again. When the second kiss ended, George traced Nancy's face lightly with his fingers. "God, I love you, Nancy!" he said softly.

Nancy felt herself flushing and knew it was both from guilt and from the adoring words her husband had spoken. "I'm glad you think so," she told him. "Because I love you very, very much!"

George caressed her face and neck, his hands roaming lightly over her skin, enthralling her. Soft sounds of delight came from her as her husband stroked her bare skin. "Oh, George, I love how you touch me," she purred. "You have the softest touch."

"The better to turn you on with," her husband replied. He continued kissing and caressing her exposed skin.

Nancy heard him gasp and felt a tremor go through him when she reached down, wrapped her hand around his hard shaft, and began stroking it. "You really do want me, don't you, darling?" she whispered.

"You better believe it!" her husband replied.

"Take me, then!" she said, her voice revealing the intensity of her hunger. "I need you now! I don't want to wait!"

George pushed her onto her back, then he moved between her legs, which Nancy spread to make things easier for him. Gripping his cock in his hand, he aimed it at the opening she was offering him. He placed the tip of his tumescent cock at her wet opening, then shoved it in.

Rapture rushed through Nancy while her husband's rock-hard wand sank into her. "Yes! Oh, yes, darling!" she groaned. "You have no idea how much I need that!" Her legs locked behind him, drawing him all the way into her.

"You need it, you got it!" George grunted as he began to drive into her.

"Yes! Yes, darling! Oh, yes! Yes! Oh! Yes! Yes!" Nancy groaned when her husband began to lunge into her. "I needed you so much! Yes! Yes!"

"I'm so close!" George groaned. "Damn! I...I don't think I can wait too long!"

"Don't wait!!! Take me! Take me! Now, darling! Now!" Nancy cried, raking her husband's back with clawed fingers. Her back arched and her hips jerked wildly. "Oh, God! Oh, God, darling! Now! Now! Now! Take me now! Nowww!"

"Uhh! Yeah!" George groaned as he spewed his hot seed into her.

Sated, Nancy fell asleep in her husband's arms. Before she dozed off, she again reflected on the fact that George satisfied her better than anyone else and again she wondered why it was she seemed compelled to cheat on him.

She got a surprise the next morning. George woke up horny and wakened her by sucking on her nipples.

Nancy began to stroke his cock. "Oh, darling, I love it when you wake me up like this!" she purred.

He started stroking one of her breasts and her hand began to move more quickly on his cock. "What do you think we ought to do about this?" she asked, squeezing his shaft, bringing a groan from him.

George rolled on top of his wife and thrust his cock deep in her. "Why don't we do this?" he suggested.

"Oh!" Nancy cried. "That's it! Yes! Yes! Take me! Take me darling!"

George did as she asked. They were so turned on, it wasn't long before they were groaning out their shared passion.

"Coming!" Nancy cried, "I'm coming! Yes, darling! Yes! Deeper! Harder! Oh! Yes!"

"Nancy! Oh, God, Nancy!" George cried, erupting powerfully into his wife's spasming body.

They finally got up, took showers, got dressed, and had breakfast. As they were about to head off to work, Nancy kissed her husband before they went out the door. "You remember I'm working late all this week, don't you?" she said.

George smiled. "Maybe we can have a replay of last night," he said, grinning. "If you don't get home too, too late."

"Promises, promises," Nancy said, and kissed him. She got in her car, started the engine, and headed for the office.

"Today I'm going to begin putting stop to all this foolish behavior," she thought as she drove down the street. "I'm going to do it one day at a time. I am not going to cheat on my husband today!"



Nancy's Quest Ch. 12



Passion in James County XIII

Nancy's Quest

By D.C. Roi

Chapter twelve

After she made up her mind that she was going to remain faithful to her husband, Nancy was able to keep herself from cheating for several weeks. Each day, she left the house, and verbalized her intent to resist temptation out loud in her car as she drove to work. In addition, she avoided situations where she and Lee McGill would be alone. She also insisted that her sons do more of the chores around the house so she wouldn't have to ask Benny Morris to come over and help. She was starting to feel a lot better about herself. In fact, several of her co-workers commented on how much more pleasant she'd become.

When Ted Adamson, one of her firm's clients, asked her if they could meet over dinner to discuss his account, Nancy agreed. She often conducted business over dinner, so doing so with Mr. Adamson wasn't anything new.

They met in the dining room of the River House, an up-scale hotel in Jamestown and, while they waited for their meal to be served, they carried on a rather pleasant conversation. Adamson, a prominent businessman, was about fifty, and was also quite handsome and urbane. Their conversation before dinner was wide-ranging, and Nancy found herself liking him a lot.

"I'm hope I didn't put you out by asking you to discuss my account over dinner, Nancy," her client said.

"You aren't putting me out, Mr. Adamson," Nancy replied. "I often meet with clients over dinner to discuss their accounts."

Her client smiled and said, "I probably shouldn't ask, but are you going to put this dinner on my bill?"

Nancy knew he was kidding and smiled at him coyly. "I wouldn't think of doing anything like that, Mr. Adamson," she replied. "I consider special client relations like this part of the service our firm provides."

"If special client relations is important to you, there is one thing you could do," Mr. Adamson said.

"What's that?" Nancy replied. "If I can do it, I will."

"I'm sure you can do it," her dinner host replied. "You can stop calling me Mr. Adamson and start calling me Ted."

Nancy smiled, nodded, and said, "I'd be happy to do that, Ted." The more time she spent with him, the more she liked him. She could understand why he had become as successful as he had.

"I hope you don't think I'm chauvinistic, but I'd like to order dinner for both of us. Do you mind, Nancy?" Ted asked as they had before-dinner drinks.

"Of course not, Ted," she replied.

When their dinners arrived and they ate in silence. Afterward, over coffee, they chatted some more.

"I've been wondering," Ted said after they'd finished their coffee. "Instead of trying to have our meeting here in the dining room, might you be willing to conduct it up in my room? I'll have coffee sent up."

Nancy smiled. "If that's what you want to do, I have no problem with it," she said. "There isn't a lot of privacy here, is there?"

"No," Ted said, "there certainly isn't."

"Why don't we get started?" Nancy said. She signaled for the check. The waiter brought it, and she settled the bill.

"Which room are you staying in?" Nancy asked.

"I'm in suite 250, upstairs," Ted said.

"Then I guess we ought to get going," Nancy said.

They reviewed Ted's account carefully, and after they finished that, he had drinks sent up and the sat and talked for a little while longer. Finally, Nancy got up to leave. Ted stood up, too. She thought he was going to walk her to the door. Then she saw the look in his eyes and, for the first time, she realized the room was filled with sexual tension. "No! Oh, God, no!" she thought. "Not now, not after I've done so well!"

Ted took a step toward her. "Nancy, you...you are a...a very lovely woman," he said, his voice hoarse. "I find you most attractive. Would...would it bother you if I were to kiss you?"

The man's direct approach took Nancy off-guard. She couldn't remember anyone ever asking her permission to kiss her. "Tell him no!" her conscience screamed. "Ah...I...I guess not," she stammered.

"Well, then," Ted said softly and stepped closer to her. He bent down and covered her lips with his.

Ted's kiss was unlike any Nancy could remember. The minute his lips touched hers, her mind began to spin. Then she felt his arms sliding around her, and she felt her body pressing against his. "Oh, no!" she thought. "I...I can't let this happen!" Thoughts of resistance were swept away when Ted's tongue slid across her lips and passion began exploding through her. 

After their kiss ended, he quickly removed all of Nancy's clothes, save for a pair of lacy bikini panties, while she helped him shed his. Then moved to the bed and laid down.

Nancy's body trembled while Ted's lips and hands moved over it. "Ted! Ted!" she groaned, "God, that feels so wonderful!" She knew she shouldn't be here, that she was once again doing the very thing that caused her so much emotional turmoil, but she couldn't help herself. Something, and she had no idea what it was, kept driving her to do this.

He sucked and caressed her tender nipples and her back arched, pressing her chest tighter against his seeking mouth. "Oh, God, yes! Suck them! Suck them!" she crooned. Her body twisted wildly on the bed. Suddenly she began to shudder as bright lights of delight began exploding in her overheated brain. "Oh, God, Ted!" she cried, "I'm coming! Oh! Oh! Oh!" She clutched Ted's head, pulling him still tighter against her chest while her body heaved and thrashed. Finally, her movements began to calm and she lay still. "That was unbelievable!" she murmured. "I can't believe you made me come, just from doing that!"

"I'm happy I was able to please you," Ted said. "You area very lovely woman. He began kissing down across her ribs, onto her flat belly.

Very quickly, Nancy again felt passion flooding her. "Yes! Oh, yes!" she cooed, "Kiss me, Ted! God! Kiss me!"

"I think it's time to get these off!" Ted said. He hooked his fingers in the waist of her panties and pulled them down. Then he began avidly kissing the soft skin of inner thighs, teasing her by kissing everywhere but where Nancy wanted to be kissed.

Thrills filled Nancy when he finally began to lick her sensitive labia and clit. Soon her hips were twisting and turning on the bed again. "Oh! Yes! Oh, yes!" she moaned. Her hips began to rise and fall and her legs were quaking.

Ted finally rolled on top of her, reached between their straining bodies, positioned his swollen organ at the mouth of her vagina, then drove it into her.

"Ahhh!" Nancy moaned, clutching at him, "Yes! Give it to me! Give me your cock! Oh, Jesus! Take me! Take me! Faster! Faster!"

Like a madman enraged with passion, Ted rammed into her.

"Yes! Oh, yes!" Nancy cried. "Like that! Oh, God, yes! I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come! Harder! Harder! Harder! I'm there! I'm there! Yes! Yes!"

"Oh, God, Nancy, I am, too!!! Take it! Gahhh!" Ted groaned as he spewed his sauce into her.

"My word, Ted, that was incredible!" Nancy said as they lay in each other's arms once they finished, recouping their strength.

"I hope you aren't upset about what we've done," Ted said. "I've wanted to make love to you from the first moment you called on me as my account representative."

Nancy rolled on top of him and kissed him. "I'm not upset, Ted," she said. "Tonight was wonderful...all of it. I wish I could stay longer, but I really have to get going. It's late and I really do have to get home and get some rest." She smiled. "I'm glad you invited me for dinner tonight."

"I'm glad, too," Ted agreed. "And I understand you have to leave, although I wish you didn't have to go."

She kissed him again. "You're really sweet, Ted," she said. "I'd stay if I could, but I have a feeling we'll have other opportunities to meet. After all, you're one of the firm's most important clients. That means we'll probably need to have frequent meetings to discuss the your account, won't we?"

"That's true," Ted said, grinning. "I'm sure we'll need to have lots of them."

Nancy got cleaned up and left the hotel. Even though Ted had been a very satisfying lover, as she drove toward her home, she suddenly found herself feeling empty, ashamed, and a little used.

"Why do I keep doing this?" she asked herself as she drove. "Why can't I be satisfied with the wonderful man I'm married to? Why must I keep cheapening myself by doing things like I just did?"



Nancy's Quest Ch. 13



Passion in James County XIII

Nancy's Quest

By D.C. Roi

Chapter thirteen

On a Friday evening a few weeks later, Nancy sat in her living room trying to watch TV. She was home alone. Her husband had gone on a weekend hunting trip with some of his friends and her kids were enjoying a weekend visit with their grandparents.

As she stared at the images on the TV screen without seeing them, she tried to figure out why she was behaving the way she was and what she could do about it. Should she seek counseling? Should she find someone she could talk with? Should she try one of those women's support groups? She didn't know. She knew she ought to take some action, but for some reason she kept putting it off.

She did know that what she was doing was wrong, very wrong. "I've been acting like a slut...a...a wanton woman who with no morals. I'm jeopardizing my job, my marriage, everything. George and the kids deserve someone a lot better than me, that's for sure! What in the world is wrong with me? Why can't I stop this?" she thought. Her mind was filled with shame, embarrassment, and anger.

As she sat there, recalling some of the things she'd done, her body began to betray her. Desire began dueling with recriminations, and passion began to make it's unwelcome presence felt. The fact that she was turning herself on with her thoughts made her angry. "Damn it! I can't even figure out what to do without getting myself all wound up," she thought. "Oh, well, I might as well get ready for bed. No point in sitting here making things worse."

Even thought it was early, she went into her bedroom, took a shower, dried off and slid into a skimpy, silky teddy. She pulled back the covers and was just about to slip into bed when the doorbell rang.

"Who on earth could that be?" she wondered. She wasn't expecting anyone. "Did I mention to Lee or anyone that I was going to be alone?" she mused. No, she was sure she hadn't. She was proud of the fact that, after her slip with Ted Adamson, she put her plan back in action and had been able to stay away from the colleague she'd been having an affair with.

She walked to her closet, got a robe, slipped it on, then went to the front door and opened it. She was surprised to see Benny Morris standing on her porch, his face flushed.

"Hi, Mrs. Dillon," he said. "I...I hope you don't mind my coming over without calling first, but I...I needed to talk to you."

"Um...no...uh...that's all right, Benny," Nancy stammered. "No...nobody else is home and I...I was just about to go to bed." This was the last thing she needed. She was already half turned on, and the temptation she faced with Benny here wouldn't help her solve her problems. She didn't exactly understand why, but she knew that being alone with the young man was an even greater temptation for her than if it been Lee McGill or Ted Adamson at the door. Even though she knew she should tell her young neighbor to leave, she didn't.

"Come in, Benny," she said and stepped back, holding the door open. She watched as the young man walked by her, into the living room and took a seat on the sofa. He sat there, looking at her, his demeanor showing his nervousness.

Nancy closed the door, walked into the living room, and sat down in a chair facing Benny, carefully pulling her robe over her legs. "I wish I hadn't gotten undressed," she thought. "I'd feel a lot better if I had more clothes on." Her mind was spinning with memories of the wild afternoon when she seduced Benny. The memories began to evoke the wild feelings she'd experienced that day. It was the last thing she needed. She wished she had told the young man she couldn't talk with him tonight. "I wonder what he wants to talk about?" she wondered. But she wasn't kidding herself. She was sure she knew why Benny was there and felt passion begin glowing deep inside her. She chided herself silently. She couldn't allow herself to feel this excited about his presence.

Benny sat across the room, blushing furiously. He was growing more and more confused. He'd actually come over to try and talk with Mrs. Dillon about what happened between them. In the weeks after it happened, he couldn't get that day out of his mind. And he'd half convinced himself that, if he could talk to her, he might be able to help her. The problem was that now, sitting her in front of her, he couldn't stop thinking about what she looked like naked, and how it had felt to touch her. He had half a hard-on and his penis kept getting stiffer.

"What was it you wanted to talk to me about, Benny?" Nancy asked.

"I...I was wondering if...if you were made at me or something," Benny replied. "You used to call me to come over and do stuff all the time. You...you haven't called me in...in weeks. Are...are you mad at me, Mrs. Dillon?"

Nancy shook her head. "No, Benny, I'm not angry with you," she replied. "You know, in a way, I'm glad you came over tonight. I should have had a talk with you long before this. What...what happened between us the other day was...was a mistake. I can never, ever, let that happen again. It...it wouldn't be fair to either one of us, Benny."

Benny knew that what she said was right. In fact, before he got here, he hoped he'd be able to help her figure that out. The problem was, now that he was here, and had seen her, he found that he wanted to make love to her again. Hearing her say she didn't want to hurt him. "But...I..." he stammered. Tears filled his eyes. "But we..."

Nancy cut him off before he could say anything more. "I'm sorry, Benny..." she said. She had to get this over with and get him out of there quickly, before she lost control and compounded the problems she already had. "You know I'm married. If my husband found out what you and I did, he'd divorce me and I could lose my kids. What happened between us that day - as nice as it was - was a mistake, a terrible mistake I just can't allow myself to make again."

"I won't tell..." Benny protested. "You know I haven't told anyone..."

The young man's plaintive reply tore at Nancy's insides. She could almost feel how much he was hurting and wanted to take him in her arms. "Oh, Benny, I know you won't tell anyone, but that doesn't matter," she said, trying to be firm. The desire to take him in her arms and hug and kiss his hurt away kept growing as she looked at him.

Tears were rolling down Benny's cheeks. He jumped to his feet, walked to the picture window that faced Nancy's backyard, and stood at it, sobbing softly.

Nancy stood up, walked across the room, and put her arms around him. She felt rush of warmth when he pressed against her. "Benny, please, everything will be all right in time," she said softly. "In time, you'll forget me. You'll find someone your own age, and..."

"No! I won't." Benny tried to hide his tear-filled eyes from her. "I'll never, ever find anyone as pretty as you are!"

"Oh, Benny, that isn't true!" Nancy said. His compliment warmed her. Did he really thing she was that pretty?

Their faces were only inches apart, and Nancy's hands lay on the young man's hips. Benny slid his arms around her, pulled her against him, and covered her lips with his.

Nancy, caught off-guard by the young man's sudden action, realized her will to stop him was fading as longing began to pervade her. Instead of pushing him away, she slid her arms around him and squeezed him against her. Her lips parted and her tongue slid into his mouth, where it was met by his. "Oh, God, no!" she thought. "What am I doing? I...I can't let this happen again! I have to stop this now!" But she knew her thoughts were futile. Forbidden feelings, now fully aflame inside her, were in control, not her conscience.

Benny's hands moved to the belt around the waist of her robe and loosed it, then he pushed the robe down off her shoulders.

Nancy let her arms drop and the robe slid down them and whispered to the floor at her feet. "Please, Benny, we...we really shouldn't be doing this," she whispered. She tried to make a last, desperate attempt to stop him, even though she knew it would do no good. "Not...not again."

Benny acted as if he hadn't heard her. "God, you're gorgeous!" he said, staring at her worshipfully. "You are the prettiest woman in the world!" His hands closed over her breasts through the silken material of the teddy she was wearing.

Nancy knew that if she somehow didn't manage to get control of this situation, she'd add yet another entry on her list of shameless acts. "Please, Benny, don't do this!" she begged, trembling, "Please stop!" "Why didn't I keep my clothes on?" she thought. "God, his...his touch is so wonderful!"

Benny continued to ignore her pleas. His fingers brushed lightly over her erecting nipples and when they did, rapturous sensations rocked her. Her legs went weak. "Oh!" she moaned. She wanted him! She needed him! "Oh, God!" she murmured. She knew her battle against her desires was lost. "Come on, Benny!" she said. She took hold of the young man's hand, and started for her bedroom.

When they arrived in the master bedroom, Nancy let go of the trembling young man's hand, laid down on the bed, and watched Benny, red-faced and gasping, shed his clothes. Once he was naked, he joined her on the bed, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her again. Exultantly, she kissed him back. His hand slid under her teddy and the touch of his hands on her bare skin electrified her. She laid there while he worked on her breasts with his hands and lips until she was quaking with need. Then his hand slid down over her flat belly and between her quivering legs.

"Ah!" Nancy groaned when Benny began exploring her rapidly moistening vagina. Her hips rocked upward as her body offered itself to the young man's gentle touch. His finger slid between the puffy, soft lips, and additional waves of washed over her. "Don't make me wait! Oh, Benny, please, darling! I need to have you in me!" she cried. She couldn't believe how desperately she needed him.

Benny rolled between her legs, raised his hips, and grasped his erection. He placed the hot tip in her opening, then he thrust forward and she felt him sinking into her snug, warm, entryway. "Yes!" she hissed when, at last the young man's erection invaded her. "That's it, Benny! Take me, my darling. Take me!"

He slid deep into her and she gloried in the stretched, filled sensation his swollen organ produced in her lust-drenched body. His thrusts began, each one sending her higher up the mountain of desire. It felt wonderful!

"Yes, darling! Take me! Oh, Benny! Take me!" Nancy groaned, clutching the young man's rapidly thrusting buttocks. "I need you!! Oh, Benny, I need you!!!" Then her orgasm blossomed and exploded through her. "Benny!!!!!! Oh, Benny!" she cried as wondrous feelings poured through her. "Yes! Oh...Yes! I'm...I'm there! Take...me! Take me! Take...me! Please! Oh...Please!!! Yes!" 

"Oh, God, Mrs. Dillon! Me, too! Unnnhh! Me, too!" Benny groaned. His hips continued their trip hammer beat against Nancy and his penis exploded batch after batch of hot, creamy sauce into her. Their bodies toiled together wildly as they shared the wonder of orgasm.

Afterward, they lay in each other's arms, enjoying the afterglow of the intense pleasure they had just shared.

"Oh, Benny, I...I don't know what to do. I...I shouldn't have let this happen, but I...I couldn't help myself!" Nancy exclaimed, clinging to him, hugging him against her. "Oh, Benny, do you have any idea what a marvelous lover you are?" She realized that, for reasons she didn't understand, she felt more satisfied and less guilty after making love with him than she did with any of the other men she was sleeping with. The realization disturbed her and she wasn't sure why.

Benny blushed. "Ah...you...you're pretty awesome, too, Mrs. Dillon," he whispered, then a look of panic formed on his face. "What...what about your husband...and your kids?" he exclaimed, looking frightened. "Are...are they gonna come home and...?"

"Don't worry, Benny, my husband's gone for the weekend," Nancy said. "He went on a hunting trip with some of his friends. And the children are staying with their grandparents for the weekend."

A look of relief formed on the young man's face. "Oh, good," he said.

Nancy realized her husband's absence meant she didn't have to worry about anyone discovering Benny was there with her. And, since she was already a cheating spouse, she told herself, whatever she did now wouldn't make things any worse. She sat up, pulled her teddy over her head, and dropped it on the floor, then looked at the young man, who was gazing ardently at her nude body with wide eyes.

"I wasn't just saying that earlier. You really are a marvelous lover, Benny," she said, enjoying the way the young man blushed and the adoring way he gazed at her. "I really meant it when I said that. You make me feel so wonderful!"

"I...I'm glad," Benny replied. "You ought to talk to her about that stuff you were worried about," he thought. "Now, when you're calmed down and she is, too. You shouldn't keep doing this. It isn't right." Instead of talking, he reached out and began caressing one of her breasts.

Nancy shuddered and felt her nipples begin to harden. "Ahhhh! That feels wonderful, Benny!" she murmured. "It always feels wonderful when you touch me!" She slid her hand across his chest, found his nipples, and teased them to straining points. She took great delight in hearing him gasp and feeling him tremble while she caressed him. She bent and took one of his rigid nipples in her mouth.

"Ahh!" Benny moaned.

"Oh, yes, Mrs. Dillon!" the young man replied. "God! Yesssssss! I sure do!" He never knew it could feel that wild to have your nipples sucked. No wonder she loved it when he did it to her!

Nancy returned to what she was doing. Her lips blazed a trail of fire over his body and her hands roamed his skin, touching him everywhere she could reach. The young man rolled onto his back and, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that his penis had begun to grow erect again. She reached down to his middle and grasped it. She could feel the heat, the growing firmness, and the sticky remnants of their first encounter. Her kisses moved over his heaving belly, through his damp, kinky pubic hair, to the base of the throbbing, distended pole.

Still holding his erection in her hand, she got on her knees next to his hips, bent over him and clasped her lips around the tip of the pulsing organ. Benny groaned fervently when she did. Thrills rushed through her when she lowered her head and took his swollen shaft all the way into her mouth. She began moving her head slowly up and down. She loved the way it felt to have her lips drag along the veined surface of his pulsing spear and the frantic sounds he made while she did it!

While Mrs. Dillon sucked his cock, Benny stroked her back gently, then her ass, then her legs. His hand glided lightly over her soft, smooth skin while her lips slid lovingly up and down his throbbing shaft. "Oh, God, Mrs. Dillon, that feels too good! I...I'm so close!" he gasped after a while. His hips were rocking, shoving his penis into Nancy's mouth. "God! I...I can't stand much more of that!"

Reluctantly, Nancy took her mouth off him, swung her leg over his body, then lowered herself onto his swollen wand. It slid into her and she exulted in the feeling of being crammed delightfully full. She was surprised she could feel her fluttering hot cavern engulf and caress the young man's swollen organ. She looked down at her teen-age lover, and was delighted by the look of ecstasy on his face. "You really do like this, don't you, Benny, my darling?" she whispered.

"Oh, God, Mrs. Dillon, I sure do!" the young man replied ardently. "It feels better than anything I ever felt in my life!" He arched his hips, driving himself deeper into her.

Nancy pressed down against him as the swollen cock lodged deep inside her delivered thrill after thrill. "Oh, Benny!" she exclaimed. "You're in me so far it feels like you're reaching all the way to my throat!" She pushed herself erect and began to rock her hips. Doing that caused his erection to whip around inside her and created heavenly bedlam in her super-aroused body. "Oh! Benny!" she moaned, her hips moving faster and faster, her petite breasts dancing. Her movements became more frenzied. "This is so wonderful! This...Ahh! This is incredible!" Then she felt Benny quivering and he strained upward. His hot sauces began gushing into her, flooding her, filling her to overflowing.

"Mrs. Dillon! I...I'm coming!" he cried. "Oh, God! I'm coming! Ahhhh!"

When Benny's molten juices flooded her insides, Nancy could stand no more. "Come! Yes, Benny! Come for me!" she urged ardently, "Fill me! Oh, Benny, that feels so good! Oh....Oh! Benny! Oh, Benny! Yes! Ahh! Yes! Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes!"

Nancy rode out her second awesome orgasm, then she sat atop the young man, enjoying the sweet tremors of the orgasm's aftermath. As she sat there, she could feel his penis soften, then slide from her. The departing organ tickled as it slipped from her. This was so wonderful!

Finally, she slid off Benny, onto her side, facing him. "Benny, it's getting late," she said. "Won't your mother wonder where you are?"

"She had to go to some psychology conference. She'll be gone all weekend," he said.

"Oh," Nancy responded. If his mother wasn't home, then there was no reason he had to go home any time soon, was there? Benny surprised her by asking a question that made her wonder if he could read her mind.

"Ah...since...since you're family and my Mom are...are...away, do...uh...do you think...could I, uh, stay all night?" he asked.

"I...I... Sure, why not?" Nancy replied, giving him a kiss.

A look of delight formed on the young man's face. "Wow! I can't believe it!" he exclaimed, kissing her.

"What am I doing?" Nancy asked herself as lay in the young man's arms. "I shouldn't have let him in, much less let him stay overnight. This is crazy!" She shrugged the feeling off. She told Benny she needed a drink, and the two of them got up and went downstairs to the kitchen to get sodas.

A few minutes later, they were standing in the kitchen, drinking sodas. Benny gulped his down, then he swept Nancy into his arms and their lips fused in a passionate kiss.

While they clung to each other, she felt the young man's hands slide inside her robe, move down over her body, and cup her bare bottom. Something pressed against her soft belly as she clung to him. "My God!" she thought, "I can't believe this! After all we've done tonight, he's hard again!"

Holding her, Benny backed to one of the kitchen chairs and sat down on it. He maneuvered her so she was standing astride his legs. "Benny! What on earth do you think you're doing?" she asked. She found out when he pulled her down onto his lap and his engorged shaft slid into her. "Oh! Benny! Yes!" she groaned, when passion began to explode through her.  "Benny, you...Unnnnhhhhh!...you are incredible!" She clutched his shoulders, riding him, hanging on as they bounced up and down in the squeaking kitchen chair.

Benny bent and captured one of her nipples with his lips and began suckling it eagerly.

Elation ripped through Nancy. "Oh, Benny!" she moaned, "That feels sooooo good! Oh, God! Oh, God! Yes!" He rocked his hips, thrusting into her forcefully.

Nancy felt his hands gripping her buttocks, jamming her down against his lunging cock. The wild sensations evoked by his fervid movements, combined with the delectable feelings his lips and tongue were giving her breasts, had her aflame with passion. "Oh, Benny, I'm going to come!" she cried, startled by how rapidly she had reached her peak. "Benny! Benny! Oh, Benny! I'm coming! Oh, darling, darling, I'm coming! More! Oh, God! More!"

"Gahh!" Benny groaned when he exploded into her.




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When their shared orgasm ended, they remained on the chair in the middle of the kitchen, clinging to each other, while their pulses and breathing calmed.

When Nancy finally was able to move, she kissed Benny. "Don't you think we should go back to bed, Benny?" she asked.

Benny smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I guess, maybe, we should," he said.

Nancy lifted herself off him and discovered that her legs were still a little weak. She held onto the chair to steady herself and felt their blended juices trickling down her legs.

Benny stood up and, with their arms around each other, they walked up the stairs, into the bedroom and got in bed. They immediately slid into each other's arms, kissed deeply, then their hands began exploring warm flesh as they gazed into each other's eyes with deep feeling.

"Benny, I can't believe how well you make love!" Nancy told the young man. "You are incredible!"

"I'm glad you think so, Mrs. Dillon," Benny replied. "I want to be good for you."

Nancy took his face in her hands and kissed him. "Oh, God, you are! You really are!" she exclaimed. Then, suddenly aware of how tired she was, she said, "Maybe we ought to get some sleep. We'll have plenty of time to make love again, won't we?"

"Yeah, I guess we will," Benny replied. He closed his eyes and, in just seconds, was asleep.

Nancy laid in her bed, looking at the young man sleeping next to her with a peaceful smile on his face. She didn't understand why she was doing this, especially since she was only too aware of what the consequences could be if what she was doing was discovered. Slowly, sleep overpowered her. Then, with her arm wrapped around Benny and her body snuggled against his, she drifted off.



Nancy's Quest Ch. 14



Passion in James County XIII: Nancy's Quest

Chapter fourteen

A rush of delight woke Nancy the next morning. She could feel a hand wrapped gently around her breast. That wasn't all she felt. Something warm and hard was jammed between her buttocks. She almost called out her husband's name, then she remembered George wasn't home. The man pressed against her back - whose hand was cuddling her breast so delightfully and whose hard penis was prodding her bottom -- wasn't her husband, it was her teenage neighbor, Benny Morris.

Benny felt her move and kissed her softly on the neck. He whispered, "Good morning, Mrs. Dillon."

"Good morning, Benny," Nancy replied. She laid her hand on top of the one caressing her breast and making her feel so good and pressed it tighter against her. "Oh, Benny, what you're doing feels so wonderful!" she murmured as passion cascaded over her. She pressed back against the young man and realized more delight when his rigid shaft slid deeper into the cleft between her sensitive nether cheeks. "I wouldn't mind waking up like this every morning!" she mused.

Benny's hand slid from her breast, down over her body, and glided across her belly. It slid through her pubic hair, then he began probing the area where her legs and body met. She raised her leg and laid it back over the young man, opening herself to him.


When Benny's searching fingers found her clit, he began stroking it gently between his finger and thumb, almost like he was jerking her off. His insistent actions, jarred her with rapturous, sensations. "Oh, Benny! Oh, yes!" she moaned. "That's it! Oh, Benny! I love it when you do that to me!"

Her hips began moving and his fleshy pole, which was embedded between her legs, began to rub against her vagina as they did. The contact of his fingers and erection soon had her writhing with need. "In me!" she begged, " Benny, I need to have you in me! Oh, darling, I...I can't wait!"

Benny shifted position and, to Nancy's surprise, the head of his penis began plowing between her labia, rousing her even more. She reached down, placed her hand on the tip of his engorged wand and, when he next thrust forward, she guided his wand between her slick labia, into her. "Yes! Yes!" she groaned when, once again, she experienced the joy of being pillaged by the boy's swollen organ. Her hips began to move in time with his. He continued strumming her clit as his shaft plunged in and out of her. "Oh! Benny! Ahhh! Oh! Benny!" she cried. Her mind whirled as she was thrilled by his plunging cock.

"Benny, I'm coming! Now! Now!" she wailed as an orgasm began to detonate inside her. "Give it to me! Oh, Benny! Now! Now, Benny! Give it to me!"

"Take it, Mrs. Dillon!!! Oh, God, here it comes!!! Take it!!!" Benny cried when his pulsing penis began pumping his torrid juices into her.

Their passion temporarily assuaged, they lay in each other's arms. Finally Nancy turned and faced Benny. "I think I'd like some breakfast," she said. "What about you, Benny?"

The young man nodded. "I am kinda hungry," he said, and kissed her.

They showered and dressed, then went down to the kitchen. Nancy began getting things together for their breakfast. She felt more than a little nervous about what she was doing. She was taking a risk in letting Benny stay this long, but she enjoyed his company and couldn't find the strength to ask him leave.

She did feel guilty about her affair with the teenager but, for some reason, being with him didn't make her feel as ashamed as she did when she was with Lee McGill and the other men she had slept with. And besides, she couldn't get enough of the adoring way Benny looked at her.

She was wearing a soft fleece cardigan sweater that had wide blue and white horizontal stripes on it and snug leggings made from a combination of cotton and spandex and which clung to her legs like a second skin. She saw the way the teenager looked at her when she walked into the kitchen wearing the outfit and was delighted by the unbridled admiration she saw in his eyes. "He'd like it even better if he knew I wasn't wearing a bra," she thought as she sat across the table from the young man, eating.

"Would you mind if I called you Ben, instead of Benny?" Nancy asked the young man.

He looked across the table at her, puzzled. "No, I don't mind, why?" he asked.

Nancy reached across the table and laid her hand on top of his. "Well," she said, "I think Benny sounds a little like a kid's name..." She paused, grinning. "...and you certainly aren't a kid."

Benny turned bright red. "Ah...yeah, I...I guess so," he stammered. "I kinda, you know, like the sound of Ben, I guess." He reddened even more. "Can...can I call you Nancy?" he stammered.

Nancy smiled. "Of course you can, Ben," she replied.

"You know, I...I could do some stuff out in the yard since I'm here and all," the young man said. "If you want, I mean..."

"That's sweet, Ben," Nancy said. "But why don't we go upstairs for a little while first?"

She reached out her hand. Ben took it. They both rose from their chairs, then they went back to her bedroom.

In the bedroom, Nancy helped Ben out of his clothes and told him to lie down on the bed. She knelt next to him, still dressed, and began to slide her hands over his nude body. After she caressed him for a while, she wrapped her fingers around his already-hard penis and heard his fervent groan of delight. She stroked the young man's throbbing organ with one hand while the other rolled his balls and teased his scrotum.

Ben groaned with delight and arched his back, pushing his hips up off the bed.

"It looks like you like that. Do you like that, Ben?" Nancy asked. She enjoyed turning him on so much!

"Yes! Oh, God, yes! I...I love it!" the young man groaned, his hips twisting and turning.

"I'm glad," Nancy purred. "You've been so good for me, I think you deserve something very special." Having said that, she bent and took his erection into her mouth.

"Ahhh!" Ben moaned when powerful sensations began sweeping over him. His body writhed and his fingers clawed the sheets. "Oh, God, Nancy!" he groaned, "That feels too good! I...I'm gonna come if you keep doing that!"

Nancy heard the young man's plaintive warning, but she found sucking his cock such a wonderful experience she decided to let him come in her mouth.

Ben continued groaning and writhing on the bed. He couldn't stand this much longer. If she didn't stop what she was doing soon, he was going to come in her mouth! Nanncy kept doing what she was doing and, finally, he stiffened and began to shudder. "Gahhhhhhhh!" he moaned as, powerfully, he erupted into her mouth.

Nancy felt her young lover's cock twitch and realized he was about to come. Then he was coming, spewing his hot, sticky cream into her mouth! A shudder went through her when she experienced an orgasm of her own! She continued licking and sucking Ben until his cock began to soften. Only then did she let it slide from her mouth. Tingling with the sweetness of what she'd just experienced, her face slick with his come, she stretched out on the bed next to him and kissed him.

Ben hugged her fiercely. "Oh, God, Nancy, that was awesome!" he exclaimed. "But what about you? Don't you...you know...need to make it?"

"Believe it or not, I came when you did," Nancy said softly. She was startled by how out of control she always seemed to be when she was with him.

Ben looked surprised. "You did?" he responded.

Nancy nodded. "I guess it's because I was so excited by what I was doing to you," she said. She kissed him again. "I have to say, Ben, being with you has been one wonderful new experience after another."

"It sure has been for me!" Ben agreed. He kissed her back.

"You know, Ben, you really are an incredible young man," Nancy said. "The girls in high school are foolish if they don't want to go out with you." She looked at the blushing young man and grinned. "Someday, my darling, you're going to make some girl a very satisfying husband."

They snuggled a little longer, then both of them got out of bed.

"I'm gonna go out and do some raking," Ben said.

"You sure you don't mind doing some chores today?" Nancy asked. "You really don't have to, you know. The boys are learning to do it."

"Heck, no, I don't mind," Ben replied. "I like helping you out with stuff around here." Besides, maybe if he worked and got himself calmed down a little, he could figure out how to talk to her about the stuff he planned ask her about last night.

"Well, I suppose a break would do both of us some good," Nancy said, smiling. "And there are some things I should get done here in the house. I'll get them done while you work out in the yard."

"OK," Ben said. He got out of bed, put on his clothes, and went outside.

Nancy did dishes and straightened up in the kitchen. She looked out the window from time to time, to see what Ben was doing. He trimmed the grass along the walks and raked leaves out of the flower beds for a while. He had finished the raking and was walking toward the garage to put the rake away when she decided to go out. He looked up when he saw her come out of the house.

Nancy smiled at the young man. "I think you've done enough for now, Ben," she said.

"OK," Ben said. He stepped into the garage and hung the rake on the wall.

Nancy followed him to the garage and stepped inside with him. "I...I want you to...to know I'm glad you came over last night, Ben," she said softly. "And I...I'm sorry if I upset you when you got here, but..."

Ben stepped toward her, held out his arms and Nancy stepped into them. "It's OK," he said softly. "I...I understand. I...I wish there was more I...I could do for you, I..."

Nancy leaned back in the young man's arms and looked into his eyes. "Oh, Ben, you've already done so much for me!" she said softly. "You...you have no idea how good you are for me." She tipped her head forward and their lips met. The kiss began softly, but quickly grew passionate. Her arms locked around the boy and her tongue lashed the inside of his mouth.

Ben tightened his embrace and, as the kiss continued, he unbuttoned her sweater and slid his hands inside, onto her bare back, and moved around, searching for the bra that wasn't there.

Nancy groaned into the young man's mouth and thrust her pelvis against him. She could feel his growing hard-on pressing against her belly. Overwhelmed by lust, she began to tear at his clothes. Then she could feel him tugging her sweater up and he was sucking her nipples. She clung to him, quivering and groaning. She knew there was a danger they might be discovered but, somehow, that seemed to add to the excitement she felt as she and Ben groped at each other's overheated bodies.

Ben's hand slid inside Nancy's leggings and moved down between her trembling legs. He cupped it over her pussy, which was sopping wet with the juices of passion. "Oh! God! Ben!" she groaned. Passion made her hips move involuntarily, thrusting her pelvis against his hand. "God! Oh, God!"

Ben opened the sliding side door of Nancy's mini-van, which was right behind them. Then he grabbed her around the waist, picked her up, and placed her on the bench seat in the middle of the vehicle. He peeled down her leggings and panties, then he climbed up into the van, knelt on the seat between her legs, took her in his arms, and once more their lips fused.

Nancy slid her hand between them, found Ben's cock, and began caressing it. Finally she released it and laid back on the van's soft seat. "Take me, Ben! Now! Right here!" she murmured. She was so wild with need, she didn't care where they were or that there was a chance they could be caught. She needed his hard cock in her!

Nancy whimpered with delight while Ben plunged into her powerfully. She could feel the van rocking as his body lunged against hers. She was experiencing a level of need higher than she'd ever experienced. She grabbed Ben's butt and yanked him against her. His swollen rod plunging into her caused such wonderful feelings! "Ben! Oh, God! Yes! Gahhhdd!" she whimpered, clutching his arms. She shuddered violently when an extraordinary orgasm ripped through her. "Oh! Oh! Ohh!"

"Oh, Jesus!!! Oh, yes! Uungghh!" Ben groaned as his seed gushed from him into Nancy.

Spent by their powerful fusion, the couple clung to each other while their bodies calmed.

"My God! Was that ever intense!" Nancy whispered,

"Yeah, it sure was! It was really wild!" a breathless Ben agreed.

"This is getting dangerous!" Nancy said softly. "God! The minute I get near you I go crazy! I'm really losing control of myself!"

"It is kinda wild, isn't it?" Ben said, still clinging to her.

Nancy felt the young man trembling. "Are you all right, Ben?" she asked, a bit concerned. "You're shaking."

"It...it's just that...what we did...was so...so wild, you know?" the young man replied. "I mean, it was so intense it was a little scary, you know?"

"I know exactly what you mean," Nancy said and kissed him softly. "We better get dressed before someone comes in and catches us."

They put their clothes back on, slid out of the van, and started for the house. Nancy took Ben's hand as they walked. "I hope you don't hate me for this," she said, "I'm ashamed of myself for what I'm doing to you."

Ben squeezed her hand and smiled at her. "You're not doing anything to me. Whatever we've done, I wanted to do, I really did!" he said.

They went into the house. "I know," Nancy said, "but...well...we...we really shouldn't be doing this. You're wasting time with me that you could be using for girls your age and..."

Ben pulled Nancy into his arms and kissed the tip of her nose. "I sure don't think I'm wasting my time," he said. He squeezed her bottom tenderly. "I'm having the most wonderful time I ever had in my life!"

Nancy hugged him and kissed him on the chin. "Oh, Ben, you're so sweet!" she exclaimed. "I'll tell you, if I was your age, you'd have a girlfriend, I guarantee you that!" She stepped out of his embrace. "But, sadly, that's not the wasy it is, is it?"

"No, it isn't," Ben said. "But I don't care. I just want to spend as much time with you as I can. I...I worry about you."

Nancy shook her head. "You shouldn't be worried about me," she replied softly. "I...I can take care of myself."

"Can you?" Ben asked, without thinking.

"What...what do you mean?" Nancy asked.

"Nancy, are...are you really happy?" the young man continued. He finally was able to ask her some of the questions he'd planned to ask.

Nancy was startled by Ben's questions. Was he really as perceptive as it sounded? Had he been able to sense her unhappiness. "I...I'm not sure, Ben, darling," she replied. "Why...why do you ask?"

"Be...because I...I want you to be happy," he replied.

Nancy was worried. It sounded as if the young man was getting far too attached to her. In the end, he'd wind up getting hurt, and it didn't seem as if there were any way for her to prevent that. "I know you do, Ben," she said. "The thing is, I don't want you to get hurt. I like you too much."

"I...I don't want you to get hurt, either," Ben replied. "You're way too nice for that to happen." 



Nancy's Quest Ch. 15



Passion in James County XIII: Nancy's Quest

Chapter fifteen

"How about letting me take you out for pizza tonight?" Ben said. "We could go over to Simmsville, nobody knows us over there."

Nancy found the fact that he wanted to take her out to dinner touching. "I think that's a lovely idea, Ben," she said softly. "I think it's very sweet that you asked me. I'd love to have pizza with you."

Ben smiled. "Ah, it's kind of early, so we don't have to go right away, do we?" he asked. His arms encircled her.

With a sigh, Nancy pressed against the young man. She realized she liked being in his arms and feeling his body against hers. "This feels too comfortable," she thought, "I really shouldn't be letting myself, or Ben, feel this way. It certainly isn't fair to him." He bent and kissed her. When their lips met, Nancy felt as if she was melting. His tongue caressed her lips, then probed into her mouth and lashed hers. The longer the kiss went on, the more aroused she got.

"Do...do you want to...to go back up to...to your bedroom?" Ben said breathlessly after the kiss ended.

Nancy was dumbfounded. They'd made love only moments before in the garage, but she was powerfully aroused once again! "I...I think that might be a...a very good idea, Ben," she said. She took the young man's hand and they started up the stairs.

When they arrived in the bedroom, Ben again pulled her into his arms and covered her lips with his. While their tongues dueled, he began to pull unbutton her sweater.

Nancy helped him and, once the sweater had been removed, his hands began moving over her nearly-bare body, bringing soft moans of joy and gasps of delight from her. His hand slid onto her breasts and he began toying with her nipples, which were already erect and straining.

Ben couldn't get enough of touching and kissing Nancy's breasts. They might be small, but they were wonderfully shaped and firm. And it felt so good when he touched the rigid nipples, too. He especially loved the way she squirmed and moaned when he played with them.

Nancy undid the clasp of Ben's jeans, which dropped around his ankles. Her hand moved inside his underpants and found his already-erect cock. God, she needed this! She sank slowly to her knees in front of him and began to kiss and lick the turgid, throbbing organ.

Ben stood in front of Nancy, wobble-legged, as she suckled him. He groaned and his hips began to move involuntarily, shoving his cock into her mouth. His fingers tangled in her hair and he pressed her against him. He still found it hard to believe she liked doing things like that to him! "Ah!" he groaned. "That feels so good!"

Nancy felt the young man's hands in her hair and found the urgent movement of his cock in and out of her mouth exhilarating.

Finally, afraid he'd come, Ben pulled his erection from her mouth, dropped to his knees, and kissed her. "Nancy, I...I want you," he told her. "I have to have you!" He helped her onto the bed and peeled her leggings down over her long, lean legs.

Once he had the clothes stripped from the bottom half of her body, Nancy laid back, her legs apart, Ben looked at her vagina. The petal-like pink lips were sopping wet with juices of desire. He knelt down, leaned forward, and planted his mouth in her middle.

Nancy's hip rocked upward and she felt starbursts of rapture exploding in her mind when her youthful lover's mouth covered her vagina. His lips and tongue explored her expertly, driving her to the brink of explosion. Her hips began bucking in response to what he was doing to her. "Ah!" she cried, "Oh, God, Ben, darling, that feels so wonderful!"

Ben stopped eating her, climbed on the bed and drove his erection into her.

"Oh!" Nancy groaned when she felt his swollen organ filling her. "Yes! Yes! Oh, yes! It...It feels so good! Oh, Ben! Oh, Ben!"

Ben began moving faster and faster. "Oh! Ohh!" he groaned, "I can't wait! I'm gonna come! Oh, God, Nancy! I'm coming!"

Ben's hot eruption sent Nancy spinning into a maelstrom of delirious sensations. "Yes! Yes! Ahhh! Ben!" she cried. "Oh, darling, take me! Oh, yes! Oh, yesss!"

When at last their bodies had calmed, Nancy looked at Ben and began to giggle.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"Look at you," she chuckled.

Ben looked down. He was still wearing his sweatshirt, but was nude from the waist down except for his shoes and socks. "Oh..." His face reddened, "I...I wanted you so bad, I...I couldn't wait to get undressed, I..." Then he looked at her and a smile formed on his face. "What about you?" he asked.

Nancy realized that she, too, was clothed from the waist up. She pulled him down to her and kissed him. "I guess, if you're taking me out to dinner, I should take a bath," she said after the kiss ended. She stretched then she got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. She turned on the water and examined herself in the bathroom mirror while she waited for the water to get hot enough. The reflection in the mirror was a woman who, she thought, looked much younger than forty. That woman had straight light brown hair that hung just below her shoulders. The woman's body was slim, but curved in all the right places, especially her hips and bottom. The woman in the mirror had long, slim legs, which were still firm. The only thing that bothered her about what she saw were her breasts, which she had always wished were larger.

She turned, opened the glass shower door, checked to make sure the water was the right temperature, then she stepped inside and felt the stinging hot spray pelting her body. She stood in the shower, soaping herself, her back to the shower door. She worked the lather into her skin and stood, head back, eyes closed, under the driving spray. Suddenly she felt a rush of cool air, then hands began to slide over her soapy flesh, and something very warm and hard pressed between her buttocks. Startled, she jumped. "Ben!" she exclaimed, as the young man pulled her against him, squeezing her soap-slick breasts in his hands, pushing his hard shaft between her buttocks.

The young man let Nancy's nipples protrude from between his fingers while he gently massaged her breasts. His actions evoked murmurs of passion, which once more was taking control of her. He thrust his hips forward and his cock plunged between her buttocks. The movement was eased by the slippery suds Nancy had spread over herself.

Nancy responded by pressing her hips back against him. "God, Ben, you're making me crazy!" she moaned. "I...I need you again!"

"I need you, too," Ben whispered in her ear.

"Why don't we get out, dry off, and go back to bed?" Nancy suggested breathlessly. His swollen wand, prodding between her buttocks, teasing her anus, and brushing her vagina, was turning her insides to Jello. She needed it inside her!

"I have a better idea. Try bending over," Ben said. "I think, maybe we can do it right here."

Nancy, who had made love in the shower before, knew what he'd suggested would work, so she bent forward. When she did, the tip of his cock touched her clit. Her legs were rubbery and she grabbed the faucets to steady herself as she enjoyed feeling the wedge-shaped head of her lover's cock spread her open and slowly invade her. "Oh! Ben! That's...it's incredible!" she groaned when he grabbed her hips and began to piston his shaft into her. She could hear the sound of his thighs slapping against hers as he thrust into her repeatedly. She reached into her middle and began to stroke her clit. When she did, she found she could feel Ben's shaft sliding in and out of her. It was too much. "Ben!" she groaned, "I...I...I'm...Oh, God! I'm coming! Yes! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhhh!"

"Me, too! Me, too!" Ben cried. His hands dug into her soft flesh as he slammed against her and hosed her insides once again with his scalding fluids.

As their ardor ebbed, they slid to the floor of the shower and, clinging to each other, they leaned against the wall of the shower.

"I don't believe it! Oh, Ben, you are so amazing!" Nancy told the young man, her chest still heaving.

"You're pretty incredible yourself," Ben replied.

They finished their shower, got out, and dried each other off. Ben put his clothes back on and, while Nancy got dressed and fixed her hair, he went downstairs to the living room to wait for her.

Nancy put on a clinging pale blue jersey blouse and loose white wraparound skirt. She examined herself in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door and was satisfied by what she saw. She went downstairs and was elated by the look she saw in Ben's eyes when she walked into the living room.

He jumped to his feet when she walked into the room. "God, Nancy, you look gorgeous!" he said.

"I'm glad you think so," Nancy replied. She could feel her face getting warm and knew she was blushing.

They took Nancy's car and she let Ben drive. "So, Ben," she said as they rolled down the highway. "You graduate from high school this year, don't you?"

Ben nodded. "Yeah, I do," he replied.

"Do you know what you're going to do after graduation?" she asked.

"I'm going to college," Ben replied. "I've already been accepted at Sinking Springs State University."

"That's wonderful, Ben," Nancy said. "What are you planning to study?"

"I want to be a teacher," the young man told her. "An English teacher, actually."

"I bet you'll be a good teacher," Nancy said. Her sons were both talking about going to college. Mike, the oldest planned to studying engineering and her younger son said he wanted to learn about business, like his father.

The pizza restaurant Ben took her to was a small, trendy place located in the basement of a business block on the main street of the small town. When they got inside, Nancy discovered that it had a very intimate atmosphere. There were booths along one wall, tables in the middle, and a bar along the other wall. The overall lighting in the place was dim, and the atmosphere, unlike a lot of pizza restaurants, was subdued. They were seated in a corner booth.

"I know nobody is likely to recognize us here, but I still feel a little nervous," Nancy said as she slid into the booth.

"Don't worry about it," Ben said. "Everything will be fine.

A waitress brought them menus, asked if they wanted cocktails, then left so they could decide what they wanted.

Nancy held the menu in front of her, surveying the various choices. All of a sudden, something brushed her breast, sending a thrill through her. She glanced down and saw that her companion was caressing the side of her breast with his outstretched finger. "Ben!" she whispered. "What on earth do you think you're doing?"

"Just keep holding the menu up the way you are and nobody can see a thing," the young man whispered. His movements became bolder. His fingers found one of her nipples and went to work on it through the soft material of her blouse.

"Oh!" Nancy moaned when Ben began to teased her now-turgid nipple. She kept the menu in front of her, even though she could no longer focus on it.

"Have you decided what you want?" Ben asked.

"Ah...I...Ah!...I be satisfied with whatever...Uh!...you...order...for...us," Nancy stammered in reply. His caresses were making it almost impossible for her to think. She couldn't believe he was doing this to her here, in this restaurant. "Oh! Ben! Do you know what you're doing to me?"

"I sure do," the young man replied, grinning.

When the waitress came to take their order, Ben dropped his hand to Nancy's lap and she laid her menu on the table. She was flushed, breathing hard, and hoped she'd be able to get herself under control enough to order, but the young man gave her another delightful surprise.

"Are you ready to order?" the waitress asked, looking at Nancy.

Nancy just barely heard the waitress' question. Ben had slipped his hand inside her skirt, between her thighs, and his fingers were sliding into her, working on her clit and driving her wild. She was so aroused she was afraid she'd have an orgasm right there, in front of the waitress.

"We'll have two diet colas and a large deep-dish bacon and onion pizza with extra cheese," Ben said calmly.

"Is...is your Mom OK?" the waitress asked.

Ben nodded. "She's fine," he said, "She's just getting over a cold."

"I'll be right back with your drinks," the waitress said. She turned and left, looking puzzled.

Nancy clutched Ben's hand and tried to pull it out from between her legs, but she found she didn't have enough strength left to do that. All she could do was hang on as the young man's fingers stirred her to higher and higher levels of excitement.

"Oh, God, I can't stop him!" she thought, "He...he's going to make me come and I can't stop him! Oh, God, what he's doing, it...it feels so good! Oh! I'm going to come!"

Nancy's thighs clamped together, trapping Ben's moving hand, and her hips began to undulate feverishly. Her grip on his arm tightened, her head rolled back, her chest heaved and she bit her lip as she struggled to keep silent. "My God! Oh! My God! I can't control myself any longer!" she thought, then her orgasm began. It took every last bit of self-control she could muster to keep from screaming out in ecstasy as a powerful orgasm swept through her. Her hips rocked madly on the seat and her thighs tightened around Ben's hand. She did, somehow, she manage to stifle the sounds delight she wished she could make. Finally, the intense feelings waned and Nancy allowed herself to relax.

Ben slipped his finger out of her, caressed her trembling thigh lightly, then he pulled his hand from the folds of her skirt, leaned over, and kissed her on the cheek. "Did you like that?" he whispered. "Was it good for you?"

"God, Ben, I...I can't believe I let you do that!" Nancy exclaimed softly. "Our waitress was suspicious that something was going on."

Ben smiled. "Maybe she was suspicious," he said, "But she didn't have the foggiest idea what we were doing. Did you like it? You did, didn't you?"

"It was incredible!" Nancy said. "I felt like I was going to melt and flow under the table." She laid her hand on the young man's thigh and discovered that he had an erection. "Aha!" she giggled.

The waitress arrived with their pizza a bit later and interrupted the sex play Nancy had begun. She didn't want the food to get cold, so she decided to give Ben a break while they ate their meal.

"Ben, why did you do that to me?" Nancy asked as they ate.

He shrugged and his face got red. "I don't know," he said. "It just seemed like a good idea. It was wild, wasn't it? You aren't mad at me because I did it, are you?"

Nancy shook her head. "No, I'm not angry. And it was intense," she said. "I think, maybe, the danger of discovery was what made it more intense. It was the same way when we made love in the garage."

"Yeah, you're right, it was like that, wasn't it?" Ben said. He reached under the table and squeezed her thigh. "You're teaching me all kinds of neat stuff."

Nancy laid her hand on his and squeezed it. "Actually," she said, smiling, "I'm not sure who's teaching who here."

They finished their meal, paid the check, and headed back for Nancy's house.

"Ben, I'm concerned about you," Nancy said as they drove toward her home. "I'm worried that you're going to be hurt by what we're doing, and I don't want that."

"You can't hurt me, Nancy, you'd never hurt me. I know you won't," he replied.

"Ben, I...I don't want to hurt you, but...well, I don't see any way we can come out of this...this relationship without you getting hurt," she said. "Don't you see that, Ben?"

The young man looked thoughtful. "I guess I hadn't really thought about it much," he said softly. "I...I guess I do see what you mean. But what about you? You're going to get hurt, too, aren't you?"

Nancy was surprised that he had enough insight to see that. "I guess you're right. I guess I am going to get hurt. What I'm...what I'm already doing is hurting me," she said. "But I'm an adult, I'll have to deal with the consequences of my choices. But you're so young, Ben, I really care about you, and I don't want you getting hurt. I'd hate it if I thought I'd ruined your life."

Ben pulled into the driveway and drove into the garage. He shut off the car pressed the remote control to close the garage door, then he turned to Nancy, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her. "I guess if I had to decide right now, I'd say I want to keep doing what we're doing," he said. "I'll take a chance on whether or not I wind up getting hurt."

Nancy's feelings of guilt weren't appeased by what they young man said, but she didn't argue the point any farther. They got out of the car and went into the house.

When they were inside, Ben helped her off with her coat and hung it in the hall closet. Then he came back to where she waited in the living room and took her in his arms. "I don't care about the future," he told her. "What's happening now is what's real for me. And I want you."

Their lips met in a torrid, searching kiss, their bodies pressed together.

Nancy surrendered to the passion she was once more feeling. "Let's go upstairs," she said when the kiss ended.

When they arrived in the bedroom they immediately began opening each other's clothes. Once their clothes were off, they tumbled into the king-sized bed. Ben's lips immediately went to Nancy's protruding nipples and her hands sought his erection.

They took a long time, slowly, joyfully, exploring, caressing, and arousing each other. Nancy the way Ben took his time rousing her to a level of near-frenzy. No longer able to stand not having him, she rolled on her back and pulled him on top of her.

Ben didn't have to be told what Nancy wanted him to do. His erection, sandwiched between them, slid up her belly. Her rigid nipples, hot points of need, jabbed into his chest.

"Take me, Ben!" Nancy urged, "Please, darling, take me now!" Her voice was filled with urgency. He raised his hips, then lowered them and his rigid shaft slid into her snug channel. "Yes! Oh, Ben! Yes!" she groaned, "That's exactly what I needed!"

Ben began moving his hips, and they rode breaking waves of jubilation, their bodies straining against each other, as they exchanged the maximum in erotic sensations.

Nancy felt her passion reaching a crescendo, then her body blossomed with sweet, joyful explosions of bliss.

"Yes! Yes! Darling, yes!" she cried. "Take me! Take me! Take meeee!"

"Nancy! Oh, Nancy!" Ben cried when he exploded his juices into her rocking, twisting body.

Afterward, aglow with their shared joy, they lay in each other's arms.

Nancy kissed Ben. "I can't believe it!' she exclaimed. "I swear that every time we make love it's different, and more wonderful than the last!"

"It is like that, isn't it?" Ben agreed. "I always thought it would be awesome to make love with you, but I never dreamed how really awesome it would be." He took her in his arms and their lips locked in a longing, passionate kiss.

"Want to do it again?" he asked when the kiss ended.

Nancy smiled gently at him and shook her head. She was exhausted. "I...I don't think I can right now, darling. I think, maybe, I better get some sleep," she said. "I think you've finally worn me out."

"OK," Ben said, smiling. "After all, we still have some time tomorrow, don't we?"

"I...I guess we do, don't we?" Nancy agreed. Mentioning tomorrow reminded her that her husband and children would be returning home. How was she going to face them after spending a weekend making love with Ben? How was she going to face the week ahead without seeing the young man? She was even more confused now than she'd been when the weekend started.

Ben kissed her, then he pulled the covers over them, shut off the light, and they snuggled against each other and fell asleep. 



Nancy's Quest Ch. 16



Passion in James County XIII

Nancy's Quest

By D.C. Roi

Chapter sixteen

"I have to take a shower," Ben said when they woke up the next morning. "I'm still all sticky from we did last night." He kissed Nancy, slipped from her embrace, got out of bed, and headed for the bathroom.

The young man was about to step into the shower when Nancy walked into the bathroom, smiling. They entered the shower stall together.

"You didn't think I'd let you take a shower alone, did you?" she asked, grinning. Standing under the pelting spray, she slid her arms around him and their lips joined. As her wet skin moved against his, she felt the young man's penis begin to swell.

"I don't believe it!" he exclaimed.

"What's the matter?" Nancy asked.

"I'm getting turned on!" Ben exclaimed.

Nancy slid her hand between them and wrapped her hand around his swelling organ. "I guess you are, aren't you?" she murmured. She sank to her knees and put him in her mouth.

"Oh, God, Nancy!" Ben groaned. He leaned back against the wall of the shower trembling while her lips worked their magic on him. Finally, afraid he'd come, he reached down and pulled her to her feet. "I don't want to come like that, I want you!" he exclaimed.

Nancy turned and bent forward. She could feeling the young man's body brush against hers when he moved behind her, then his erection slapped against her bottom. She gasped when his rigid pole slid into her and ecstasy began fluttering through her.

While he was plunging his erect penis into her, Ben looked down and watched his organ slide in and out of Nancy's body. Just above the point of entry was another opening. On a whim, he began to tickle her anus with a soap-slick finger. When he began teasing her nether opening, she surprised him by going wild.

Thrills exploded through Nancy from an entirely new and unexpected source. Nobody had ever played with her bottom before, but she wished they had. It felt fantastic! "Ben! Ah! What...? Oh God! That feels so wild!!" she murmured. His finger pressed against her rear opening, then it began to enter her slowly. For the first time in her life, Nancy knew the thrill of having something in both of her lower openings. The sensations were intense! Far too intense! "Oohh!" she groaned as rapture inundated her. Unable to bear the exquisite sensations Ben was giving her, she exploded! "I'm coming! Ben! Ben! Yes! Oh, Ben! Yes! Yes! Don't stop! Oh, God! Don't stop! Don't stop! Yes! Yes! Yesss!"

"Aaaahh!" Ben cried as he came, spilling his juices into her. His erection and finger kept driving into her. "Nancy! Oh, God! Oh, God! Ahh!"

They finally managed to finish their shower. They dried each other off, then they went back to the bedroom. They were both sated so they just lay in bed, cuddling. After a few minutes, Ben turned and looked at Nancy.

"It...it's not going to be easy to go home today," he said.

"It isn't going to be easy for me to have you leave," Nancy admitted. "But you know that's the way it has to be." She bent and kissed him gently on the lips. "I have to admit I am going to miss you." She pressed tight against him, as if she was trying to meld their bodies together. She really didn't want him to leave. Right then, she'd have preferred if what they were doing could go on forever. "What have I gotten myself into?" she thought. "What...what am I doing to Ben?"

"This weekend has really been wonderful," Ben said. "But I think I see what you were saying about there being a painful side to it, now."

"I know," Nancy replied. "It...it's what I was trying warn you about. I'm sorry, Ben. I...I didn't want to hurt you, I really didn't."

"Don't be sorry," the young man said, and kissed her. "I'm not. I wouldn't have missed this weekend for anything."

He kissed her and his lips and tongue moved urgently against hers. His hands slid over her body, his touch startlingly tender. Nancy felt her body begin to come alive. This time was different somehow. There was less urgency, less intensity, but there was incredible caring and warmth in the way the young man was touching her. She was shaken. His love-making was taking on the same qualities making love with her husband had. The realization frightened her.

Ben cupped Nancy's breast gently in his hand and his fingers teased the nipple.

Nancy shuddered from the sweet sensations the young man's tender caress evoked. "Oh! Ben!" she groaned when he captured the nipple between his lips and sucked it.

He pushed her onto her back and rolled on top of her. Nancy felt his erection slide down between her legs, caressing her steaming vagina. Ben lay on her, not moving for a while and she could feel his comforting bulk atop her, and his warmth radiating into her. This was so nice! She liked having him on top of her and adored the way his cock teased her vagina, but she wanted more. She moved her hips in invitation.

Ben took the hint, raised himself, grasped his cock, and guided it into her. When he began sliding into her, Nancy thought it felt heavenly! Her legs locked behind his and he lowered himself onto her, thrusting deep into her.

"Oh, God, Nancy, it feels so wonderful being in you!" he said. Then, holding Nancy against him, he rolled on his side. Still joined, they lay face-to-face, their bodies moving languidly, causing soft, gentle waves of sweetness to infuse their bodies.

Nancy clung to her young lover as her body moved gently in time with his. "Oh, Ben, this is marvelous," she murmured as she felt herself being filled with warm, wonderful feelings. "I...I love having you in me."

Every time they made love it seemed to be a new and different experience. Unlike most of their joinings, which had been wild and exciting, this time their union was peaceful and loving. She sensed that their love-making this time could well be the most memorable of their time together. This was going to be the special one, the one they would both treasure.

Ben's slow, steady stroking halted and, for a few moments, he lay still, his hands stroking her gently.

"Darling, why...why did you stop?" Nancy asked.

"Because I...I don't want this to end...ever," the young man replied.

Nancy gazed at Ben, saw the tears in his eyes, and was deeply touched. "I...I know you don't. I...I'm not sure I do, either," she whispered. "But..."

"I...I don't want to talk about it," Ben said. His lips covered hers and his hips started moving again.

Twice more Ben paused in his love-making, cooling them down. Nancy knew he was doing it to draw out what might well be their final joining as long as he possibly could.

It was Nancy who finally realized her passion had reached an explosive level that could no longer be denied. "Take me, Ben!" she urged, pulling at him with her hands. "I need you! Please! Take me darling!!! Please don't make me wait any longer!"

The moment she spoke, Ben, whose hunger could be denied no longer, emptied his juices powerfully into her. "Now! Oh, God, Nancy! Now!" he groaned, clutching her ass and driving against her. "Come with me! Oh, yes! Come! Come!"

"Yes, Ben, take me! Take me! Yes! Yes! Now! Now! Yes! Oh, yess!" Nancy cried as she experienced an orgasm like no other she'd shared with the young man. She clung to him desperately as the beautiful experience ran its course.

Finally, knowing that Ben had to leave, they got up, took another shower, then got dressed. Nancy walked the young man to the back door.

"I...I really hate it that I have to leave," Ben said. He looked very sad as he stood next to Nancy by the door.

"I know you do, Ben," Nancy said. She put her arms around the young man's waist and pulled him against her. She felt his arms slide around her. "I...I'm still worried about you. I...I should never have let this happen. You deserve better than what I've done to you."

Ben kissed the tip of her nose. "Nancy, you didn't do anything to me," he said. "I wanted to do it, too. I'm eighteen, I know what I'm doing." He slid his hands down and squeezed her bottom tenderly.

Nancy felt tears forming in her eyes. She hugged him and kissed his chin. "Oh, Ben, you're so sweet! Sometimes I really do I wish I was your age and not married." She stepped out of his embrace and looked at him.. "But we really do have to face reality, not our fantasies, don't we?"

"I...I guess so," the young man said. He gave her a weak smile. "Nancy, you know this weekend was really awesome. I'll remember it for the rest of my life."

Nancy flashed him a wan smile in return. "I know you will, Ben," she said softly. "I...I wonder if that's such a good thing."

"I think it is," Ben said. "This weekend was the best I ever spent in my life." He stepped back. "Well...I...I guess I better...better get...get going." He reached out and caressed her shoulder. "Are you going to be OK, Nancy?"

"I...I'll be fine, Ben," Nancy said, hoping she sounded convincing. "I...I really will."

Ben left. Nancy stood at the kitchen counter, looking out the window, watching the young man walk across her yard. The fact that she'd once again cheated on her husband bothered her, but what was even worse was that she felt an attraction to Ben Morris that was different. When she'd slept with other men, it had been just sex. But with Ben there was more. She realized she actually cared for him. That upset her even more. Tears welled up in her eyes and began rolling down her cheeks. "What on earth am I going to do?" she mused. "I have to stop acting like this. I've hurt a wonderful young man, and I'm going to hurt my husband and children if I keep sleeping around like I have been."



Nancy's Quest Ch. 17



Passion in James County XIII

Nancy's Quest

By D.C. Roi

Chapter seventeen

Despite her determination to break off her affair with Lee McGill, Nancy found herself alone with him, in a motel room, a few weeks after the weekend she spent with Ben Morris. "I can't...believe...I...I'm...here, doing...this again," she thought. Lee was sucking her breasts while his finger plunged in and out of her pussy and the feelings of delight that resulted from his caresses were making it hard to think. Even so, she found that guilt was intruding on her thoughts, making what she was doing far less pleasurable than it had once been.

Earlier that day, during a break in a sales staff meeting, Lee cornered her in the hallway. "I miss seeing you, Nance," he told her, "I think about you all the time. I need to see you again. I...I really am sorry about what happened the other week with Lee, Jr.'s little league game."

"Now would be a good time to tell him I don't want to see him any more," Nancy thought, but at the same time, her body began to tense up and grow warm as she recalled how exciting it was to slip off to a motel and make love with Lee.

"You want to skip lunch and go somewhere, Nance?" Lee asked, his eyes brightening. "If...if you want, we can just talk, honest."

Nancy found herself growing excited, even though she knew she shouldn't be. She knew that if she went with him, talking wouldn't be enough. Not for Lee, and most likely not for her. Despite her misgivings, she felt herself nodding. "I...I guess so," she murmured. "Where...?"

A broad smile appeared on Lee's face. "How about the same place as before?" he asked.

The sales meeting was history and they were lying naked on the motel bed, exploring each other's bodies. Lee continued to drive Nancy wilder and wilder with his lips and hands.

Nancy wrapped her hands around his cock and began to slide them up and down stroking the throbbing, veined surface of the swollen shaft.

Lee kneeling on the bed next to her, lowered his face between her legs and his mouth ravaged her vagina while she continued pumping his dick. The sensations evoked by his fingers, lips, and tongue were incredibly intense. Her hips went wild and her groans of delight grew louder and louder.

Lee's tongue explored her soft vaginal lips, sliding into her, then out, lashing her clit, making her squirm and twist. When he sucked her swollen clit into his mouth, Nancy took her hands off his erection and pulled at him.

"Lee, take me!" she moaned. "I want you in me! I...I want to come with you!"

Lee slid on top of her and she guided his cock to her pussy. With a thrust of his hips, he buried himself in her.

"Ohh!" Nancy groaned as he plunged into her. Her legs locked behind his as her middle ground against him.

Lee, groaning passionately, drove into her wildly, his excitement obviously near fever pitch.

"Now! Now! Now! Ohhh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! Yess!" Nancy wailed. She stiffened, then her body began moving frantically. Her legs locked Lee against her and she grabbed his arms while her snug sleeve rippled around his invading cock and milked orgasm from him.

"Take...it! Take it!" Lee groaned, grinding his body against hers,.spouting jets of his molten sauce into her.

"Does your wife suspect what you're doing with me?" Nancy asked after they finished and were lying next to each other, not touching, in the bed.

Lee shook his head. "No, does George have any idea about you and me?" he asked.

Nancy shook her head. "I...I'm pretty sure he doesn't," she said. "You know..." A pensive look formed on her face. "This is so wrong and..."

"Look, Nance, we...we can stop if you want to," Lee said. "I mean, I don't want to mess up your marriage and..."

Nancy shrugged. "I...I do want to stop, Lee. I tell myself that every day," she said softly. "I...I told myself that earlier, when you asked me to come here today. But I...I guess there's something wrong with me. I...I can't find the strength to turn you down. I...I feel so guilty after we've been together. Don't you?"

Lee nodded. "Sometimes," he admitted. "But I try not to think about it a lot. Sometimes I tell myself that what you and I do doesn't have anything to do with my wife and me."

Nancy turned her head toward Lee. "You and your wife...do...do you still...?" she murmured.

Lee nodded again. "Yes, we still make love, if you can call it that," he said. He looked thoughtful for a moment. "I know this probably sounds crazy, but I swear our love life is better now than it was before I started seeing you. What about you and George?"

"I...I don't know," Nancy replied. Should she tell Lee that her husband was a far more satisfying lover than he was? If she admitted that, what would it say about her and what she was doing? "I guess our love life is OK."

It occurred to her that not only was George a better lover than Lee. In fact, so was Ben Morris. The fact that she was thinking about her young lover caused her to experience an additional twinge of guilt. "Oh, great!" she thought, "Now I'm not just feeling guilty about cheating on George, I'm feeling guilty about cheating on Ben, too! More guilt is just what I needed!"

"Is George a good lover?" Lee asked. "Better than me?"

Nancy looked at him, smiled, and shook her head. "I don't believe you asked me that, Lee," she said. "Men always worry about how they stack up against other men in bed, don't they?"

Lee shrugged. "I don't know," he said. "I...I guess. Maybe we're all insecure. You know, all that crap about penis envy and stuff..."

"It's funny," Nancy thought, "Ben never seemed worried about how he compared in bed to George or anyone else. Why is he different? You'd think a young man like him would be even more concerned about something like that than a more mature man would be."

She shrugged and sat up. Suddenly she no longer wanted to be here and, for once, she knew she would have no problems leaving, even though she was sure Lee wanted to make love again. "Lee, I have to get going," she said. "I have to pick my daughter up at school then go home and make dinner."

"Are...are you sure you want to go right now?" Lee asked, reaching for her.

Nancy slid back, out of his reach. "I'm sorry, Lee," she said. "I do have to go." She got off the bed, walked to the bathroom and took a quick shower, then came out and began to dress.

Lee lay on the bed, watching her as she dressed, not saying anything. She couldn't tell if the look on his face was petulance or disappointment and, she knew, she didn't care.

While she donned her clothes, Nancy kept thinking about what she'd done that day. "I don't understand why I keep seeing Lee," she mused, "I'm really starting to dislike him as a person, and on top of that, he isn't all that great a lover, either. Why do I keep seeing him?"

Dressed, she looked at Lee, who was still in bed. "Lee, I...I don't know what to do," she said. "I don't want to keep hurting my husband, but..."

"Why don't you give it some thought, Nance?" Lee said. "I do care about you, but I don't want to hurt you." He paused. "On the other hand, I'd hate it if I thought I couldn't ever make love with you again."

"I...I don't know," Nancy replied. "I...I just wish I didn't feel so damn guilty." She stood up. "See you tomorrow, Lee," she said, then she headed for the door.

"Hey..." Lee called.

Nancy stopped and turned. "What?" she asked.

"You never answered my question," Lee said.

"What question?" Nancy asked.

"How do I stack up against George in bed?" Lee said.

"You'll never find out from me," Nancy said. She turned and went out the door.

She agonized over her situation as she drove to pick up her daughter. She had to stop doing this before her behavior destroyed all she cared about. She had found the strength to leave Lee today, even though she knew he didn't want her to. Would she be able to find enough strength to turn Lee, and other men, down in the future. She knew the men she slept with were using her and really didn't care about her. Why did she have such a hard time saying no to them?



Nancy's Quest Ch. 18



Passion in James County XIII

Nancy's Quest

By D.C. Roi

Chapter eighteen

Nancy and her husband were giving for a party they for her co-workers at their house. While she got dressed, Nancy thought that one good thing about tonight was that Lee McGill was out of town on a sales trip and wouldn't be there. Knowing Lee wasn't going to be around was a relief. Having him in her house with her husband there would have made her very nervous.

On the other hand, Walt Arenton, the supervisor who she been forced to have sex with, was going to be there. For a long time after the late night incident, he'd been very circumspect in his behavior toward her. She was pretty sure it was because he feared she would file a sexual harassment complaint against him, but she knew she could never do that. If she did, the sordid tale of how she'd been conducting herself might come out.

So, even though she knew she should have reported the incident, Nancy had kept quiet about it. She had, however, made it a point to avoid being alone with Walt. Unfortunately, in the last several weeks, she and Walt had to collaborate on a project and, the more they worked together, the friendlier he'd been acting. It bothered and disturbed Nancy that the longer the teasing went on, the more sexual it became. She was sure he believed that her failure to complain about his actions meant she condoned them, which she definitely didn't.

When she was making up the guest list for the party, she felt as if she had to invite Walt, mainly because she didn't want to have to tell her husband why she didn't want her immediate boss there. She hoped she would be able to avoid him for the duration of the party.

After she showered and did her hair, Nancy slid into the dress she planned to wear for the party, a loose-fitting pale yellow jacquard dress that had a shirred waist and flaring ankle-length skirt. The dress buttoned down the front.

After she finished buttoning the dress, her husband walked over, put his arms around her from behind, and pulled her against him, pressing his groin against her luscious bottom. She could feel that his cock started to harden.

"Want to take a little time and have some fun before our guests arrive?" George asked.

"I'd really love to, honey," Nancy said as she pulled out of his embrace. "But people are going to start showing up any time now." She headed for the bedroom door, turned, and smiled at him. "I'd like it if you tried again later, though," she said.

"I guess we'll have to see about that won't we?" George replied. "I'm not making any promises. You know some of the women you work with are pretty attractive. If they can't resist me...well." He grinned.

Nancy went downstairs feeling guilty. She hated turning her husband down, but there would be plenty of time to fool around later, after the party was over.

People started arriving shortly after they got downstairs and, before long, the party was in full swing.

Walt, much to Nancy's dismay, kept trying to get her alone. Every time he had a chance, he whispered to her how much he liked her outfit and how pretty she looked tonight.

Even though it was difficult because he was so persistent, she did manage to keep brushing Walt off. For some reason, he seemed to be the one man she could refuse. She circulated, talking with various people, always aware of Walt's presence and the need to avoid him. Unfortunately, he continued to pursue her with determination.

Nancy noticed that George was busy serving food, chatting, and being a gracious host. He wasn't paying a lot of attention to her, which was good, since Walt was being so obvious in his pursuit of her, her husband couldn't have missed seeing the attention he was paying to Nancy.

At one point, Nancy excused herself and went upstairs to go to the bathroom. She did what she needed to do and was about to leave the bathroom when the door opened and Walt, grinning, walked in.

Nancy, stunned, stared at her co-worker. She watched him as he locked the bathroom door, then turned to her. "What the hell does he think he's doing?" the thought, anger flaring in her.

"So, Nance, we're alone at last," Walt said, his voice low and hot. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to avoid me tonight. You aren't avoiding me, were you, Nance?"

"Yes, I...I have been trying to avoid you, Walt," Nancy replied. "I thought you promised me nothing like this would ever happen again."

He stepped closer to her. "Why shouldn't it happen again?" he asked. His eyes remained locked on hers. "I've been giving you plenty of hints the last couple of weeks and you haven't been complaining. I'm not stupid, I know you want me again," he said. "You do, don't you?"

Nancy shook her head, stunned. How could he possibly have interpreted the cool manner she treated him with as a come-on? If he was that out of touch with reality, he might be dangerous. "Walt...we...we..." she stammered.

Walt didn't give her time to finish what she was saying. He slipped his arms around her, yanked her against him, and his lips covered hers. His tongue stabbed into her mouth and he grabbed her bottom and pulled her against him even tighter.

Nancy, shuddering, could feel his erection pressing against her belly.

She tore her lips away from his. "Walt, no!" she gasped, leaning back, trying to get out of his embrace. "Stop this! Right now! You...you don't understand...I..."

Walt ignored her comments and began unbuttoning her dress. She didn't know what to do. If she yelled for help, or fought Walt too hard, there would be a huge scene and it was very likely Walt would tell George about her affair with Lee McGill. On the other hand, if she didn't stop Walt, he would rape her again.

Walt bent and pulled one of her nipples into his mouth. Nancy, who normally loved having her nipples sucked on, felt overpowering revulsion and was afraid for a minute she'd vomit.

Walt clamped his teeth on her nipple. It hurt and Nancy couldn't help but groan softly. While he chewed painfully on her nipple she continued to struggle. Somehow, she had to stop him, but she couldn't think of any way to do that which wouldn't end up in a huge, embarrassing mess.

Finally Walt stopped chewing on her breasts, pulled Nancy's face to his and kissed her again. "I have to have you, Nance!" he gasped when the kiss ended. "Now!"

He backed to the toilet, pulling Nancy with him. He sat down on the stool and finished unbuttoning Nancy's dress. Then he began sliding his hands up and down her firm, smooth legs. Those legs were bare. Nancy had decided not to wear pantyhose because she was wearing an ankle-length skirt. He pushed her skirt apart, exposing the only garment she wore, a dainty, lacy thong bikini which was, essentially, a thin white strip encircling her lean hips, and a tiny triangle of sheer lace barely covering her vagina.

While Walt explored Nancy's firm, finely formed ass with one hand, he began opening his pants with his free hand. Nancy, trembling, watched as him open his belt and saw his pants dropped around his feet. His hand slid up between her legs, onto her pussy and his fingers began toying with her clit.

Nancy shuddered and groaned softly once again. She hated this! Why had she put herself in this situation?

Walt, panting like a steam engine, sat down on the toilet and pulled Nancy closer, so her legs were straddling his. That placed her lace-covered middle in front of his face. He grabbed her panties and ripped them off. "I'm sorry about that, Nance. Tell me what they cost and I'll buy you another pair," he murmured. Then he began kissing her vagina.

Nancy continued to feel revulsion while Walt grabbed her butt in his ands and pulled her against his mouth while his tongue lashed into her. "Well, at least I'm not responding to him," she thought. "I...I just wish he'd hurry up and get this over with."

Walt didn't eat her long. After a few moments, he gripped her hips and began pulling her down. As she allowed herself to be drawn downward, she felt the man grasp his cock and guide it to her vagina, which he'd made wet with his kisses. She moved down farther, then she could feel his rigid organ begin to invaded her. She kept growing angrier and angrier and, because she couldn't stop him, more and more frustrated.

Once he had Nancy sitting on his lap, with her bare breasts in front of his face, Walt began chewing on her nipples. He was rough and what he was doing hurt.

"Ahh!" Nancy groaned.

"See you did want it, didn't you?" Walt murmured, misinterpreting her moan of pain for one of joy. He squeezed her buttocks and began thrusting himself into her while he continued to attack her bared breasts with his lips. Fortunately for Nancy, seconds after he entered her, the man groaned and come spewed from him, bathing her insides with heat and moistness.

Walt continued to hang onto Nancy's hips after he finished and she could feel his cock softening. Finally, much to her relief it slid from her.

Nancy stood up and fought back the tears which were about to gush from her eyes.

Walt got up, grabbed a towel, and began wiping himself off. "Damn, Nance, you are one fine piece of ass! We need to do this again, real soon," he said. "I gotta have you again. You are incredible!"

Nancy, her eyes filled with tears, turned, walked to the sink, picked up a washcloth and turned on the water. Behind her, she heard the sounds Walt made as he put his clothes back on. "See you downstairs," he said, then she heard the door open and close.

She cleaned herself up, then left the bathroom and went to her bedroom to get a new pair of panties. She slipped into them, then went downstairs. Once more, she felt overwhelming guilt and shame. She couldn't believe she'd allowed something like this to happen in her own home, with her husband downstairs. How was she ever going to face George? Would she ever be able to get herself under control? Would there ever be a time when she'd be able to look herself in the mirror without revulsion?



Nancy's Quest Ch. 19



Passion in James County XIII

Nancy's Quest

By D.C. Roi

Chapter nineteen

"See you at the office tomorrow, Avis," Nancy said as she bade farewell to Avis Perkins, the last guest to leave. She watched the woman walk down the sidewalk, glad the party was finally over. She made sure the front door was locked, then she headed for the kitchen. She'd seen her husband headed in that direction with an armful of dishes as she was seeing Avis to the door. More than anything, she desperately needed a hug from George. Maybe it would help force the bad memories of what Walt had done to her from her mind.

Nancy got a big surprise when she walked into the kitchen. She stood in the doorway, gaping, stunned by what she saw. Her husband, completely nude, stood in front of the kitchen counter, sporting a huge grin on his face and, a little lower, a rather nice erection.

Nancy felt herself blushing. She couldn't help herself. She giggled. "George!" she exclaimed, "What if someone other than me had come out here?"

"I heard you telling Avis you'd see her at the office in the morning," her husband replied. He started walking across the kitchen toward her. "I knew she was the last one here. She always is the last one to leave." He took her in his arms and covered her lips with his.

"Oh, God!" Nancy thought. When her husband's lips pressed against hers, warm, wonderful sensations began to overpower her. She felt a little guilt because of what she'd allowed Walt to do to her earlier, but those bad feelings were rapidly being displaced by wonderful feelings resulting from her husband's kiss and caresses. "This is the way things should be, the way I really want them to be!" she thought. She loved the way it felt to have her husband's arms around her and his strong body pressed against hers.

When the kiss ended, George stepped back and looked her over. Smiling, he began undoing the buttons down the front of her dress. Soon the dress was a pool of cloth on the floor at her feet and she stood before him wearing only her panties. He pulled her into his arms.

"Ahh!" Nancy moaned when her bare flesh met her husband's. His hands cupped her bottom, he lifted her off her feet, turned, and set her on the kitchen table. Before Nancy could move, he stripped off her panties. "George, what on earth are you doing?" she murmured.

Then she felt his cock thrusting into her. "Oh, God! George!" she groaned when. He was making love to her in the kitchen, on their kitchen table! She couldn't believe how crazy, how wonderfully crazy, he was acting tonight. "Oh! George! Yes!" she moaned. "Take me! Oh, yes! Ahhhh! Take me!" She clutched at her husband, pulling him against her, deep into her. "I'm coming! Oh, God, darling! I'm coming! Yes! Yesss!" she howled, when a mind-blowing orgasm swept through her.

"Yeah! Me, too!" her husband wailed, discharging copious amounts of hot cream into her.

When they finished, George kissed Nancy. "I...I'm sorry, honey" he said, "I...I just couldn't wait. You...you looked so pretty in that dress. And I've been thinking about making love with you that ever since I saw it on you. I just couldn't wait."

Nancy silenced him with a soft kiss. "Don't be silly, darling," she said. "You have nothing to apologize for. It was wonderful!" She kissed him again. "Of course, with you, every time we make love is wonderful!" She giggled. "What got into you tonight?" she asked. "I can't believe you took your clothes off down here, and that we did this in the kitchen!"

"I thought it was about time an old married couple like us put a little spice in our love-life," her husband replied. He gave her a gentle kiss. "Did you like it?"

Nancy hugged him. "I loved it!" she replied.

He looked at her very seriously. "Nancy, I love you," he said.

"Oh, George!" Tears formed in Nancy's eyes and she hugged him to her. She did love him? Why, then, did she keep cheating on him? Even this, making love in their kitchen, was something she'd done with someone else. "I...I love...you, too."

"I'm beat. Let's go to bed," George said. He helped her off the table and took her hand.

"Yes, let's go to bed," Nancy said. She followed her husband to their bedroom, clutching his hand.

Both of them were exhausted, and they fell asleep the minute their heads hit their pillows.

Nancy awakened during the night and, in the dim light of their bedroom, she looked her husband's body over. Then she began running her hands over it softly. she was horny and hoped he'd wake up and make love to her.

Nancy's gentle caresses awakened George, who pushed himself up on his elbow, smiling at her. "Come here," he said, and reached for her.

"I was thinking," Nancy said, "What you did in the kitchen last night was so special, I want to do something special for you, too. Lay back and enjoy it. I don't want you to do anything. This is my treat."

George lay back and let his wife run her soft, warm hands over his body. Nancy kissed him everywhere and felt him trembling as her lips moved over his skin. She had him moaning and gasping in no time.

Nancy's caresses quickly produced a very visible effect. As she watched, fascinated, she observed her husband's penis rise slowly to attention. It was swollen and distended, blue veins circling the sides. The top flared into an arrow-shaped purple head, with shiny droplets of his pre-cum glistening in the slitted tip.

Nancy wrapped her hand around her husband's swollen organ and began to stroke it gently, noting with delight that her actions brought a groan of pleasure from George. She bent and kissed the throbbing, swollen shaft and could taste the remnants of their earlier joining on it.

George went wild when Nancy began playing with and kissing his cock. His hips strained up off the bed and he groaned wildly and clawed at the sheets.

Her husband's wild reaction to her caresses intoxicated Nancy. She locked her lips around the flared tip of George's hot, slick baton and began to lower her head, allowing her husband's pulsing organ to slide between her lips, into her mouth. After she had George as far into her mouth as she could get him, she lifted her head slowly, letting her lips drag slowly along the veined sides of the pulsing shaft. At the same she lashed it with her tongue.

"Nancy!" George groaned. "Oh, God, baby! That...that feels too good. If...if you keep it up, I'm...I'm...I'm gonna come!"

Nancy didn't heed her husband's impassioned warning. Instead, she began moving her head up and down more rapidly. She felt his swollen shaft pulsing, then he cried out and his hot cream splashed against the back of her throat and filled her mouth. The volume of her husband's eruption was considerable and Nancy had to swallow to keep from gagging.

"Ahh! Ahhh! Ahhhh!" George cried, thrashing on the bed. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this wonderful!

Nancy loved it. She nursed her husband's penis until it began to shrink then, finally, she let it slide from her mouth. She slid up next to him, and laid her head on his chest, and felt his hands combing through her hair.

"Did you like that, darling?" she asked softly.

George nodded actively. "Did I ever! God, Nancy, I've never...ever...felt anything like that!" her husband replied. He pulled her face to his and kissed her. "Nancy, I love you," he said softly.

Nancy felt tears welling up in her eyes. "I...I love you, too, darling," she whispered, burying her face in his chest so he couldn't see that she was crying. She didn't deserve a man as wonderful as George. He should be married to someone who was able to remain faithful to him!

"Lay back, now it's my turn," George said.

"Your turn for what?" Nancy asked.

"Lay back and I'll show you," George said.

Nancy did what her husband asked her to do and he moved so his head was between her slim legs. He kissed her clit, Nancy's back arched, and she moaned in delight.

"Yes!" she cried, as erotic fireworks began exploding behind her tightly closed eyes.

When George began licking and sucking her quavering opening, Nancy, no longer able to remain still, clamped her legs around his head and her hips went wild. "Eeaahh!" she cried. Her head rolled from side to side and her hands clutched her breasts. "Yess! Oh, God, George! Oh, God! Oh, God! That feels so good! George! Ohhhh! Oh, George!"

She felt him grab hold of her ass and hang on as she writhed and bucked her in ecstasy. At last, her legs fell away from his head and flopped limply on the bed. George raised up on his arms and looked at her.

Nancy held her arms out to him. "Take, me, George! I need you!" she told him, "Now! Don't make me wait! Please, darling! Take me!"

Her husband slid up, on top of her and, as he did, his erection rubbed against her vaginal lips. The sensations were sweet, so exquisitely sweet, they brought tears to Nancy's eyes.

"Honey, why are you crying?" George asked, concerned, when he saw the tears appear. "Am I hurting you?"

"No, no, no!" Nancy replied quickly. "It's...it's just that you make me feel so good! I need you so badly!" She pressed her middle against him.

He moved his hips and, with no help from either of them, his shaft slid easily into her. "Yes! Oh, darling! Yes!" she moaned.

George straightened his arms, raising his upper body, and began moving his hips.

Nancy could feel every inch of her husband's erection as it plunged deep into her, then withdrew. She raised her legs and locked them behind George, pulling him tighter against her. His fullness caressed the sensitive walls of her vagina while her clit rubbed deliciously against his pubic bone.

"George! Oh, George! Oh, God!" she cried, "You feel so good in me! I've never been filled the way you fill me! Oh, God, I love your big cock!"

They approached climax, their intertwined bodies writhing and straining, lips connected, tongues sliding snake-like against one another, the fires of passion burning fiercely.

"Come, darling! Come! Fill me!! Fill me!" Nancy cried, "Please, George! I need you!" Her orgasm began, then she felt her husband's torrid juices exploding into her. "Yes! Oh, darling! Oh, darling! Yessss! Yessss! Ahhhhhhhh! Fill mee! Fill me! I love you! Oh, God, I love you!" she groaned while powerful sensations rocked her.

They lay in each other's arms afterward and Nancy finally realized what it was that made their lovemaking so special. It was because they really cared for each other. Love did make a difference. Nancy kissed her husband. "Oh, George, you're so wonderful," she exclaimed. "I love you!"

"I love you, too, baby," George replied, and kissed her back.

Nancy pressed her lips against his, fervently returning his kiss then, after it ended, she pulled the covers over them. George turned out the light and, locked tightly together, they drifted off to sleep.



Nancy's Quest Ch. 20



Passion in James County XIII

Nancy's Quest

By D.C. Roi

Chapter twenty

The morning after the party, Nancy decided she would be faithful to her husband, no matter what it took. She turned down several invitations from Lee to meet at the motel, finding that each time she did, it became easier. And it had another effect, too. The more she turned them down, the fewer invitations she got from him. Walt still bugged her, but it was easy to brush him off. She even managed to avoid having any contact with Ben Morris, although that was far more difficult than turning down Lee or ignoring Walt. She was starting to feel proud of herself, as if she could keep control of her life.

Then, about six weeks after the party, her secretary buzzed her and announced a call that would sorely test Nancy's determination to remain a faithful wife. Ted Adamson was calling. She picked up the phone and realized her hands were trembling. "Nancy Dillon," she said.

"Good morning, my dear," Ted Adamson said.

Nancy felt unwanted sensations springing to life inside her the minute she heard his voice. "Oh, God, not now!" she thought. Her mind filled with anguish. "Not when I've been doing so well!" "Good morning, Ted," she said. She tried hard to keep her tone of voice business-like.

"I'm in town and I was wondering if you might have some time to meet with me this afternoon," Ted said.

Nancy wasn't sure what to do. Ted was a very important client of the firm. If she angered him by refusing to meet with him, he might take his business elsewhere. That would not please her employer at all. She knew his call had little or nothing to do with business, but he could claim she wasn't providing adequate service. She took a deep breath. "I...I guess I could cancel some appointments," she told him.

"I'm glad to hear that," he said, "When can I expect you?"

"In...in about an hour, I guess," Nancy said. Her heart was pounding and her mind was whirling with conflicting emotions.

She had her secretary change her afternoon's appointments and quickly finished what she had been working on, then she left the office, headed for the hotel where Ted always stayed.

She wished she hadn't dressed as nicely as she had today. What she had on was an outfit the sales clerk described as a suspender dress. It had a black full skirt with adjustable suspenders holding it up, and a cream-colored long-sleeved jersey top with padded shoulders. On her slim body, it looked fantastic.

Ted greeted her at the door to his room, and gave her an appreciative look when she walked into the room. "I do believe you get lovelier every time I see you," he said.

Nancy felt herself blushing. Ted managed to make his compliments sound really sincere.

The next thing Ted did was pull her into his arms and kiss her. When his body pressed against hers and their lips met, Nancy felt as if she were melting. Powerful emotions roiled inside her and she began to tremble. When the kiss ended, she was breathless. She tried to talk, but couldn't. The words she wanted to say wouldn't come. She knew that her determination to stay faithful to her husband had come to an end.

"I've missed you, Nancy," Ted said softly. "Ever since the last time I was here, all I've done is think about you."

"I...I've thought about you a...a lot, too," Nancy replied.

"You are very intoxicating, my dear, one of the most intoxicating women I've ever met," he said. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her again.

The second kiss served to fan the fires of passion ignited by the first one to white heat in Nancy. She wanted him desperately! His knowing touch and kisses had her weak with need!

Holding her in his strong arms, Ted led her to the bed, and began removing her clothes. Nancy didn't resist. She couldn't. Then she was nude, lying on the big bed, and Ted's hands were gliding over her, stirring her, making her wild with need. "Ahh!" she moaned, arching her back, when he began suckling her nipples; first one, then the other. At the same time, his hand roamed over her body, coming to the point where her legs and body joined.

"Uhh!" Nancy groaned when Ted's fingers slid over her clit, jolting her with delight, causing her hips to buck up off the bed. "God!"

Then he was on top of her, naked, and his cock was plunging into her. She had no idea when he'd undressed and didn't care. All she knew was she needed him and he was in her, giving her what she wanted! Her legs locked behind his and she ground herself against him as rapture began to overpower her.

"I...apologize...for...being...so...abrupt," Ted grunted as he jammed into her, rocking her with his thrusts, "You...have...no...idea...Ahhh!...how much...I needed you!"

"I needed you, too!" Nancy replied. "Oh, God, I needed you!"

Steadily, forcefully, Ted drove into her and Nancy responded. Suddenly, there was an explosion inside her, an explosion of joy. "Ahhh! Ohhh! Ted! Ted! Take me! Take me! Oh, God! I'm there! Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!" she screamed when ecstasy uncoiled inside her, sending her into paroxysms of delight.

"Now! Now!" Ted cried, erupting into her, bathing her insides with his heat.

"Oh, Ted, that was so lovely," Nancy said as they lay wrapped in each other's arms after they finished. His hands were moving over her tenderly, thrilling her with their gentle touch.

He kissed her on the forehead. "It was delightful, wasn't it?" he said softly. "I wish I'd had a little more control."

"Don't worry about that, Ted," Nancy said. "I find it a little overwhelming that you wanted me so much." She kissed him.

"All that matters is that you're happy," Ted said.

His caresses began to grow more insistent and Nancy felt her body beginning to respond once again.

Ted took his time making love to her the second time, stroking her, kissing her, touching her everywhere, slowly raising her passion to levels she didn't know existed. He lavished attention on her long, slim legs, his hands gliding over her warm, silken flesh, making it tingle. He spent what seemed like hours on her breasts, kissing them, sucking and teasing the nipples with his tongue. His lips roamed over her belly, and his tongue probed her navel.

Nancy loved it all. The whole time, her body was writhing, and continuous moans of joy poured from her lovely lips. She never wanted all this wonderful touching to end, but at the same time she couldn't wait to experience the joyous release she knew Ted would give her once more.

His lips glided over the incredibly smooth skin of her inner thighs, circling her vagina, but not touching it. Her hips writhed and strained as she tried to achieve contact with his mouth, but he held back. She could hardly stand it, it felt so good!

Then: "Ahh! Ahh! Ahhh! Yes! Oh, yes! Yesss!" she screamed. Her body went into convulsions of joy when his mouth covered her center and his tongue slid into her.

When at last her wild writhing calmed, Ted slid up next to her on the bed and held her in his arms.

Tears of joy streamed down Nancy's cheeks as she kissed him and kissed him. "What about you?" she asked. "You...you didn't..."

"Would you like you to take care of that for me?" Ted said. "If you want to."

Nancy knew exactly what he wanted. Without saying anything more, she began exploring his body, in exactly the way he'd explored hers. Her hands and lips moved over him, teasing his nipples, stroking his warm skin.

Ted responded avidly to her caresses and his groans of delight thrilled Nancy. It was so wonderful that she could do this for him. Before long, his erection jutted from his loins like a flagpole. Nancy encircled the hard shaft with her soft, lovely hands and began pumping it.

"Gahhh!" Ted groaned, his hips thrusting. "Oh, Nancy! Oh, God!"

Nancy bent and kissed the purple tip.

"Wahhh!" Ted cried. His hands tangled in her soft hair and he pulled her face down to his rampant cock. "Ahh!"

She let the shaft slide between her lips and began lashing it with her tongue. Ted's movements became much more urgent and he held onto her head as he thrust his cock into her mouth.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" Ted chanted as his hips rose and fell. "So good! Oh, God, Nancy, that feels so fantastic!"

Nancy cupped his balls in one hand and rolled them gently. As she did, his movements became even more urgent. His swollen shaft was plunging so deep it almost gagged her, but she didn't care. She couldn't stop doing this.

"Wahh! Wahhhhh!" Ted cried, his grip on her hair got so tight it hurt, while he spewed his hot seed into her mouth.

Nancy felt Ted's eruption flooding her already crammed mouth and, even though she swallowed as much of his spend as she could, she could feel the overflow trickling down her chin. When, at last, his grip on her hair relaxed, she let his softening cock slide from her mouth.

Ted lay there, limp, his eyes closed, breathing evenly. Nancy slid out of bed and went to the bathroom to rinse her mouth and wash her face.

When she returned to the bed, Ted pulled her into a tight embrace. "You are an incredible woman, Nancy!" he exclaimed, "Absolutely incredible!"

"You...you liked...what...what I did?" Nancy asked.

Ted kissed her. "It was marvelous!" he replied.

A while later, Nancy was lying on her belly next to Ted when he rolled on his side and began to run his hands over her lightly again. Almost immediately she began to experience thrilling sensations as his hands roamed over her back, then slid onto her buttocks. "Oh, Ted!" she murmured. "That feels marvelous!"

"You have a magnificent bottom," Ted commented, as his fingers slid into the cleft between her nether cheeks. "I do believe it's the loveliest I've ever seen."

"Oh, Ted!" Nancy grunted when his finger glided across her anal opening. "Oh, God!"

"You like that, do you?" he asked.

"Yes!" Nancy whispered ardently. She wriggled her bottom against his finger. She wondered how he knew she'd love being touched there!

Ted slid his finger farther down, into her excitement-moist vagina, then back again, to the tiny opening above it. Again he probed gently, and again, she groaned and twisted with delight. She felt his other hand slide under her, onto her clit, and sparks of ecstasy arced through her. She hoped he would never stop touching her like he was!

While he caressed her clit, her hips began to move and more actively. Before she realized it, Ted's finger began invading her rear.

"You really do like this, don't you, Nancy?" Ted whispered as his caresses inflamed her more and more.

"Oh! Yes! Yess!" she groaned.

"You don't want me to stop, do you?" he asked. His finger was plunging actively into her bottom now, and he continued his wild strumming of her clit.

Nancy felt herself approaching release. "No! Oh, God, Ted, no! Don't stop!" she groaned.

Then everything became a whirl of madness and joy. "Gahhh! Gahhh! Gahhh!" she screamed, her body thrashing, while Ted sent wild sensations into it with his fingers. Wave after wave of passion swept over her. "Oh, God! I can't stop coming! I...I can't stop coming!" 

Although she didn't think it would, the orgasm Ted triggered did eventually end and Nancy wound up cradled in his arms once again, feeling completely sated.

"Knowing you is such a delight," he said softly, kissing her on the tip of her nose. "You a very special person."

"I'm not so sure about that," Nancy replied. For some reason the reality of what she was doing suddenly became very real to her. "And...and it has nothing to do with you," she said, kissing him. "You make me feel wonderful!"

Ted studied her face, his eyes searching hers. "You know, Nancy, I've often wondered if you ever had second thoughts about what we've been doing," he said softly.

Nancy looked at him surprised. "You...you have?" she asked. "I...I didn't know..."

Ted nodded. "Yes," he said, "you don't seem like the kind of woman who'd do something like this." He paused, then he added, "Don't take me wrong, it isn't..."

"Ted, I...I don't know why I...I do things like this," Nancy said. "I...I have no idea why I'm here in bed with you. I...I'm married, my husband is a wonderful man, and I love my kids."

"Nancy, I...I know it's none of my business, but..." Ted started.

Nancy, knowing what he was getting at, interrupted him. "That's the crazy part about all this," she said. "I...I really do have a good marriage. I...I'm not just saying that. My husband is attentive, loving, and really cares about me. And he's a wonderful lover, too. I...I've got to be sick. I'm cheating on him and I..." She felt tears welling up in her eyes.

"It really does bother you, doesn't it?" Ted said.

Nancy nodded and wiped tears from her eyes with the back of her hand. "You...you can't imagine how much it...it bothers me," she replied. Then she looked at him. "You...you're married, aren't you?"

He nodded.

"How...how do you...do things like this and...and not feel guilty?" she asked.

Ted shrugged. "I do occasionally feel guilty about what I'm doing," he said. "But I don't think it's as severe as the guilt you're obviously feeling. I guess that's a comment on what kind of person I am." He caressed her face lightly with his fingers. "You really are a lovely, wonderful woman, Nancy," he said softly. "I don't think you have any idea how special you are."

"Yeah, right," she snorted. "I'm real a real special person. Screwing around on my husband makes me a real class broad. You don't have to bullshit me, Ted. I know what kind of woman I am."

"Do you?" Ted asked.

"Do I what?" Nancy retorted.

"Do you really know what kind of person you are, or who you are?" he asked. "Who are you, Nancy Dillon?"

He was raising issues Nancy didn't want to think about, much less discuss with a lover. "I...I don't know what you mean, Ted," she replied, "and...and I'm not sure I want to think about it or talk about it. When I start thinking about who and what I am, it makes me sick."

"It shouldn't," Ted told her. "I wasn't lying when I told you I think you're one of the most special people I've ever known." 

Nancy snuggled against him. "Ted, please, I don't want to talk about me any more," she said.

"All right," Ted replied, putting his arms around her. "But I think you really should talk about this, perhaps with someone who knows more about things like this than I do. I sensed last time we were together that you weren't really happy doing what we were doing, and it looks as if my suspicions were right."

"But...but if you thought that, why...why did you call me today?" she asked, a bit confused.

"I guess, as I said earlier, that's more a commentary on the kind of person I am rather than on the kind of person you are," he said. "And I guess it's a sad commentary, actually. What kind of man am I if I'm willing to take advantage of someone I claim to admire?"

"But...but Ted, you...you're a wonderful person, I...I..." Nancy stammered. She wasn't sure what to say. She found his honesty disconcerting. She wished she could look at herself that honestly. "You...you really are wonderful."

Ted's eyes looked sad and he shook his head. "I'm touched that you think so," he said. "But, unfortunately, the reality is that the fact that I'm here with you proves that I'm not a very nice person at all. Actually, this conversation we've been having is as surprising to me as it seems to be to you. You have no idea how long it's been since I was truly honest with myself."

"So...so what are you saying?" Nancy asked.

"I'm not sure," Ted replied. Again, his fingers traced her face lightly. "Nancy, would...would you mind terribly if...if I were to take advantage of you once more?" he asked softly.

"God, no!" Nancy replied.

"Thank you, my dear!" he said.

He kissed her deeply, then he rolled on top of her and his cock, already hard, slid into Nancy, who felt rapture once more begin to fill her. Her hips strained up against his and passion flowered, then bloomed.

"Ted! Oh, God! Now! Already! Already!" she cried, as she felt an orgasm exploding, almost immediately. "Ted! Oh, Ted! Take me! Now! Take me! Ahh! Ahhh! Ahhhh!"

"Yes! Take it! Take it!" Ted cried, erupting into her once again.

"I...I really do have to get going," Nancy said when she and Ted finished making love.

Ted looked at her with a combination of fondness and sadness in his eyes. "I know you do, my dear," he said tenderly. "And Nancy..."

"What?" she asked.

"I wish you'd think about what we discussed earlier," he said. "You are suffering a lot of pain I'm not sure you have to suffer. I really do wish you'd do something to help yourself find happiness. I really do believe you are a wonderful person, and I hate to see you suffer the way it looks to me like you're suffering."

Nancy shrugged. "Do...do you really think there's anything I can do?" she asked.

Ted nodded. "Yes," he said, "I honestly believe there is. Perhaps therapy might work. You never know."

Nancy sat up in the bed and hugged herself. "I...I don't know," she said softly. "I...I don't know if I could do that. I...I'm not sure I could bare my soul to some stranger."

"Would it be any worse than suffering in silence?" Ted asked. "Nancy, please, think about it. You aren't happy. Why don't you try and find happiness?"

Nancy nodded. "Maybe...maybe I...maybe I will." "What harm could it do?" she thought.



Nancy's Quest Ch. 21



Passion in James County XIII: Nancy's Quest

Chapter twenty-one

A few nights after her afternoon discussion about happiness with Ted Adamson, Nancy was sitting on her daughter's bed, reading the girl a bedtime story. "And the prince married Cinderella and they lived happily ever after," she said, reading the end of the story.

"That's neat, Mom," her daughter said. "Cinderella and the prince were really in love, just like you and Dad, huh?"

"Yes, sweetheart," Nancy said. "Just like your father and me." 'I wish my marriage really was like that,' she thought bitterly. "I doubt very much Cinderella did to Prince Charming what I'm doing to George...and my kids. I'm sure she didn't turn into a tramp after she and the prince got married."

She felt tears forming in her eyes.

"You're crying, Mom," her daughter said. "What's the matter? Why are you sad?"

"It's all right, Dawn. Having a daughter as wonderful as you are makes me so happy I cry, sometimes," Nancy lied. "Now get to sleep. I'll see you in the morning."

"I love you, Mom," her daughter said. "I really do." She sat up, put her arms around Nancy, and gave her a hug and kiss. "I hope when I grow up, I find a guy as neat as Daddy, and that we can live happily ever after, just like you and he did," Dawn said.

"I...I love you, sweetheart," Nancy said, returning her daughter's hug and kiss. "And I hope that, someday, you get your wish and are truly happy." "God, I wish I could do that!" she mused. After she made sure the girl was tucked in, she turned out the bedroom light, then left the room.

She stood in the hallway outside her daughter's bedroom with tears flowing down her cheeks, watching Dawn sleep for a while, then she silently closed the door. She went to the bathroom and applied cold cloths to her face to hide the fact that she'd been crying. Then started down the stairs to wait for her husband to get home from the meeting he'd gone to.

When she got downstairs, Nancy went to the kitchen, made herself a cup of hot chocolate, then she sat down at the kitchen table to drink it. A few minutes later, George came through the back door, looked at her and smiled.

"Honey, I'm home," he teased. "Are the kids in bed?"

She smiled at him and nodded. "All three of them are in bed and sound asleep," she told him. "I was just having some hot chocolate, would you like some?"

"Sure," he said.

"Sit down, I'll get you some," Nancy said, she stood up and went to the counter to make her husband some hot chocolate.

Instead of sitting down, George walked up behind her, slid his arms around her, cupped her breasts through her bathrobe, and kissed her neck. "Let's forget the hot chocolate and go to bed," he whispered.

"George!" Nancy exclaimed as flames of passion began flaring inside her.

"What's the matter, don't you want to go to bed with me?" he asked as his fingers rolled her stiffening nipples.

Nancy shuddered. "Yes! Of course I do!" she murmured, pressing back against him. She turned in his arms and kissed him.

While they kissed, her husband cupped her buttocks and lifted her off her feet. When the kiss ended and he set her down, then he scooped her up in his arms and started up the stairs toward their bedroom.

"George! What on earth has gotten into you?" Nancy exclaimed. She laid her head on her husband's shoulder and kissed his neck softly as he carried her up the stairs. "I can't believe how horny you are all the time lately."

"It's because I love you," he replied. "I happen to think you're the sexiest woman in the world."

"I love you," she whispered. "Oh, God, George, I really do love you!"

He carried her into their bedroom and laid her on the bed, then he stood next to the bed, looking down at her with adoration in his eyes. "Even after all these years, every time I look at you, I'm amazed how beautiful you are, and that you're married to me!" he said softly.

Her husband's comments caused Nancy to blush, and also caused her some pain. "You wouldn't say things like that about me, if you knew what I'm really like," Nancy thought, experiencing a rush of despondency and guilt. "You'd be throwing me out, not making love to me." Then he was naked, lying with her on the bed, and she was in his arms. He kissed her and his hands began moving over her, bestowing indescribable delight on her.

Nancy rolled onto her belly, and George's hands glided over her back, causing her to tremble. Then he began exploring her buttocks. "Oh, darling!" she groaned, "That feels wonderful!"

The wild sensations evoked by her husband's venturing hands made the muscles in her buttocks tighten. "Yes!" she crooned, "Oh, darling, you know how much I love it when you play with my ass!"

Her husband's fingers moved downward and he began to stroke her thighs, making them quiver. Up and down his hand glided, caressing the impossibly silky skin on the inside of her legs. She spread her legs apart, and felt his caresses moving nearer to where her legs and body joined.

"Mmmmnn!" Nancy moaned. His touch was exhilarating! He began tracing his fingers around her vagina and her hips began moving involuntarily as fires of passion blazed brighter in her lust-filled body.

George slid one finger into her and twirled it in her slick opening, tantalizing her. His other hand slid under her, found her clit, and began caressing it. Her hips began moving more fervently as he twirled the swollen, nerve-filled bud of flesh.

"Ahhhh!!!" Nancy moaned, squirming and shaking. "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes! That feels so good, darling! So good!"

Nancy felt herself plunging headlong toward release. "Take me, George!" she cried, "I want you in me! I...I don't want to come like that...without you! Please, darling, please!"

George replaced his thrusting finger with his hard cock and, as he speared into her, Nancy could feel her tight her tunnel clutching him. He stroked into her evenly and slowly and as he did, wild feelings of ecstasy rippling up her spine. "Yes! Oh, darling, yes!" she moaned while the fabulous sensations coursed through her body, "I need you! I need you! Take me! Oh, George, take me! Make me come! Take me!"

George sent more powerful thrills into her when he began to thrust faster and faster. Nancy, whose senses were all focussed on the point where they were joined, realized she could feel his penis begin to throb.

"Annhhh!!!!" George moaned, his body jamming against hers, his cock erupting a powerful jet of his juices.

"I...I can feel you coming! Oh, yes! Come, darling! Come!" Nancy moaned when her husband's warm essence began to bathe her insides. The fantastic feelings churning around inside her intensified even more. "Take me! Yes, darling! Take me! Ahhh! Aaahhh! Yes! Yess! Oh, God, George! Yes!"

Their mutual cries of ecstasy diminished to moans of delight, which dwindled to soft murmurs of satisfaction, as their frantic motions slowed and their bodies calmed.

George collapsed on top of his wife and lay atop her, gasping for breath. Both of them were too spent to move at first. Nancy could feel her husband's penis softening, then it slid from her. He rolled onto his side next to her and took her in his arms.

Nancy pressed against her husband and shared a fervent kiss with him. Finally, she pulled the covers over them, turned out the light and, locked tightly in her husband's arms, drifted off to sleep.



Nancy's Quest Ch. 22



Passion in James County XIII: Nancy's Quest

Chapter twenty-two

Nancy found herself facing another weekend alone. Dawn was staying overnight with a friend from school, the boys were away at Boy Scout camp for the weekend, and George was gone on an overnight business trip.

She got up early Saturday morning and cleaned the house, which didn't take her as long as she thought it was, mainly because she was a very neat housekeeper. Since there were some things she needed from the grocery store, she drove to the mall. As she drove, she began to think. And, for once, she felt as if there might be something she could do to help herself, even though she hadn't taken action yet. Her discussion about happiness with Ted kept returning to her and, as she remembered the things he said, , she debated whether or not she ought to call a therapist. Maybe therapy would help her solve the problems she had. She was still nervous about telling a stranger what she'd been doing, though, and fear of what the therapist's reaction would be kept her from making the call she knew she needed to. She had gotten the names and numbers of a few therapists from friends. One, in particular, came highly recommended. The name and number were in her purse. "I'll call her first thing Monday morning," she told herself as she turned off the street into the mall parking lot.

She found what she wanted in the store and was carrying her purchases out to her car when she heard a vehicle braking to a stop behind her, then a horn blew.

"Hi, Nancy," a familiar male voice said.

Nancy, startled, turned and looked. Ben Morris, grinning, was sitting behind the wheel of a shiny red pickup truck. She looked at the smiling young man and felt a fluttering in her stomach. She was bothered that she had such a strong reaction to seeing the young man. None of the other men she'd slept with, even Ted, affected her the way Ben did. Why did he, of all her lovers, have such a strong affect on her? Memories of the weekend they'd spent together swept through her mind and she felt her legs getting a little wobbly.

She walked over to Ben's truck. "Hi, Ben," she said. "Is this your truck?"

"Yeah," he said. "I've been saving up for a long time to buy it. I had just about enough saved and my Mom gave me the rest of the money so I could get it. She said it was an early graduation present. Do you like it?"

"I don't know that much about trucks," Nancy said, looking the shiny vehicle over. "But it is nice-looking."

"You want to go for a ride?" he asked.

Nancy knew she should decline the young man's offer. On the other hand, how much trouble could she get into going for a ride in his truck? And Ben did look like he really wanted her to go. He acted like he really wanted to show it off. She didn't want to disappoint him. "Sure," she said. "I'd love to."

She put her packages in her car and locked it, then she walked around to the truck's passenger side and climbed up into the high cab. She was glad she was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. Climbing up into the truck in a skirt would have been embarrassing. "This truck is kind of high," she commented as she buckled herself into the bucket seat.

Ben smiled. "It's a four by four, with the special off-road suspension," he told her proudly.

"That's nice," Nancy said. She had no idea what he was talking about.

"You want to go off-roading?" Ben asked.

"I...I don't think so, Ben," Nancy said. "I'm not exactly sure what are you talking about, but it sounds as if it could be dangerous."

"Not really," the young man said, "but if you don't want to, I won't."

Ben drove down the street and out into the country surrounding Jamestown. He pushed a tape into the tape player and music filled the truck, soft music, not rock and roll.

That surprised Nancy. "That's very nice music, Ben," she commented.

"Yeah, you probably thought I'd put in a heavy metal tape, didn't you?" he replied. "I don't like that kind of music. It's noise as far as I'm concerned."

"I think so, too," Nancy said. "I wish my kids felt the way you do. I keep trying to get them interested in better music, but..." She shrugged.

He drove out into the country and turned onto a series of narrower and narrower roads. "Ben, where are you going?" Nancy asked after a while. They were headed into a heavily forested area and it seemed like the road, which was now dirt, was about to disappear any minute.

Ben glanced over at her and smiled, but kept going. "You'll see," he said.

"Ben!" Nancy exclaimed, "I have to get home, there are things I need to do today."

"Is your family waiting for you to get back?" he asked.

"Ah...no...nobody's home," Nancy replied. She was immediately sorry she had told him she was home alone. "What...what if he asks if he can come over to my house again, then what?" she thought. "What will my answer be?"

The road widened out again, and became paved. Ben continued on a little farther, then he turned onto a side road and drove a short distance. Finally he turned into the driveway of a large modern ranch-style house that had a three-car garage attached to it. He reached up and pushed a button on a device attached to his sun visor, and one of the garage doors began to open. When the door was up, he drove into the garage and shut off the engine. He pressed the button and the garage door closed behind them.

Nancy assumed this was his home, and suddenly was very nervous. She hadn't counted on this. She assumed he'd brought her to his house because his mother wasn't home. The last thing she needed was to be alone with him in an empty house. "Ben, we...we shouldn't be here like this!" she protested. "What...what will your mother say about you bringing me home?"

Ben turned and grinned at her. "You don't have to worry," he said. "Mom went to Atlantic City for the weekend. It was some kind of tour the state psychological association sponsored. I'm glad I ran into you. There's something I wanted to tell you. Why don't you come on in the house with me? I'll get us a couple of sodas and we can talk, all right?"

Warning bells were clanging in Nancy's mind. "Oh, Ben, I don't know..." she murmured. She knew this was wrong. Things could happen, things she'd made up her mind never to let happen again. Especially not with him. She had proved to herself that she could resist Lee's advances, and was almost convinced she could even resist Ted. But she wasn't sure about the young man who was sitting behind the wheel of his truck, looking at her expectantly.

Ben got out of the pickup, walked around and opened the door for her. "Come on," he said. "Lets go inside. I'll get sodas, then we can talk."

Even though she wasn't sure she was doing the right thing, Nancy followed the young man into the house and sat down at the kitchen table while he went to the refrigerator and opened it.

Ben carried two cans of soda and two glasses to the table, set them on the table, then he sat down next to her.

Nancy was incredibly tense. She shouldn't have gone for a ride with him. And she certainly shouldn't have come here, to his house. It wasn't safe for her to be alone with him. She wasn't sure how much control she would have if he tried to do something.

"What I...I was going to tell you," Ben began, "...is that I...I kind of have a girlfriend."

"Oh, Ben, that's good news," Nancy said. She was pleased to hear the young man's news. She began to relax. If he had a girlfriend, then she probably didn't have to worry about him wanting to continue their affair. "Is...is she nice?"

Ben reddened, shrugged and sipped his soda. "Yeah, I think so," he murmured.

"Is she pretty?" Nancy asked.

Ben looked at her and nodded. "Yes, but not nearly as pretty as you are," he replied.

Nancy wasn't sure what to say. "Ben, it's sweet of you to say that, but..." she began.

"It's true," he told her. "I really like Yvonne, and I think she likes me. She said she'd go to the prom with me."

"That's wonderful, Ben," Nancy said.

"But...but I...I keep thinking about that weekend we had," the young man said. "I...it was the neatest thing that ever happened to me." He looked at his hands, then looked up at Nancy. "I...I've been thinking about asking Yvonne to go steady."

"That's wonderful, Ben," Nancy said. "She's a very lucky girl." She felt herself relaxing even more. Maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as she was afraid it would be.

Ben sat there, staring into his soda, looking very thoughtful. "I...I was wondering about something," he said very softly. "I...there's something I...I wanted to ask you. I...I hope you won't be angry if...if I do."

"What do you want to ask me?" Nancy said.

The young man's face grew beet red. "I...I was wondering...if...if..." he stammered.

"If what?" Nancy asked. 

"Well, if I...if Yvonne says she'll go steady with me, we...you and I...we won't see each other any more and..." Ben said. Then he put his arm around her and his face moved toward hers.

"No!" Nancy thought, "I can't let this happen! I can't let him kiss me, if he does I'll..."

When their lips met, Nancy felt her determination to stop vanishing as erotic fires flared to life deep inside her. She turned and wrapped her arms around him and her tongue probed into his mouth.

The kiss ended, leaving her breathless. "Ben we...we shouldn't..." she stammered. She didn't get to finish her statement because he kissed her again, even more passionately. When the second kiss ended, he stood up, took her hand and pulled her to her feet. Trembling, filled with growing desire, she followed him down the hall and into a bedroom.

Inside what Nancy assumed was Ben's bedroom, she found herself sitting next to him on his bed, once more locked in a passionate embrace. While they kissed, Ben laid back on the bed, taking her with him.

When the kiss ended, he began pulling up her sweatshirt, then he reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and pulled it off.

Nancy lay next to the young man, trembling as his lips began to move down her throat and onto her breasts. Everywhere his lips went, they left trails of fire. Soft groans of joy escaped from her. "What harm can there be in making love with him one last time?" she thought as the young man roused her skillfully. "Yes, Ben! Oh, yes!" she groaned when he drew one rigid nipple between his lips. "Oh, Ben! Yes! Yesss!"

The teenager's hands moved tenderly over her body, over her belly, causing her flesh to ripple as they glided over it. He undid the clasp at the waist of her slacks, then slid his hand under the loosened waistband.

Thrills continued to assail Nancy while the young man's hand moved deeper inside her slacks, and between her legs. She felt it probe under her panties and groaned louder. It continued moving still deeper, sliding through her pubic hair. She could no longer think clearly, all she could do was moan, twist, and turn. Then Ben's hand brushed over her swollen clit and shock-waves of ecstasy raked her from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes. Her hips rose off the bed. "More, Ben! Touch me more!" she begged.

Ben complied with her plea and soon she was writhing and clutching at the bedspread as her hips rocked, thrusting her middle against his tantalizing hand.

After a few minutes, Ben withdrew his hand, bringing a groan of protest from Nancy, stood up, and began stripping off his clothes.

Nancy slipped out of what remained of her clothes, then she laid back on the bed, legs spread, holding her arms out to him. "Ben, please take me!" she begged. "I need you!"

Ben climbed between her splayed legs, grasped his swollen shaft and slid it up and down between her well-lubricated labia. Then he drove into her.

"Ahh!" Nancy groaned when young man's the thick wand rammed into her lubricant-slick love-tunnel. God! He filled her so well!

Ben was aflame with need. His hips beat an erotic tattoo, driving both of them quickly to the point of explosion. "Oh, God, Nancy! I...I can't wait. I'm coming! I'm coming!!!!!" he cried.

"Oh, yes!" Nancy groaned in reply when the splash of his hot seed against her insides sent her whirling into a vortex of delight. "Ben! Oh, yes, Ben! Ohh! Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! I'm coming, too! Yes! Yes! Oh, yess!"

After their need had been sated, they lay in each other's arms, gazing fondly at each other.

"I...I'm really going to miss seeing you," Nancy said. "You really are a marvelous lover."

Ben, blushing furiously, kissed her. "I'm gonna miss you, too," he said.

After lying in Ben's arms for a while, Nancy kissed him gently. "I need to use the bathroom," she said.

"It's down the hall, last door on the right," Ben told her.

Nancy slipped out of bed and walked down the hall to the bathroom. She finished doing what she needed to do and was wiping her face with a cold cloth when Ben came in.

Nancy continued to wipe her face while Ben did what he had to do. When he finished, he walked over and stood behind her, grinning at her in the mirror. He began running his fingers lightly up and down her back.

"Ben, what are you doing?" she murmured as thrills raced through her.

"Tickling you," he said. "Do you like it?"

"Oh, God, yes!" Nancy replied. "That feels wonderful!"

"I thought you might like it," Ben said, grinning. His hands slid down, gliding tenderly over her buttocks. He stepped forward and she felt his warm flesh pressing against hers. She also felt something else. "Ben...do...do I...do I feel what I...I think I feel?" she stammered as his moving hands continued to add to the wonderful sensations.

Ben nodded. "I guess you do," he replied. Before she could do or say anything else, he bent her over the counter and shoved his cock into her once again.

"Ben! Oh, God! Oh, God!" Nancy groaned when the teen's swollen shaft speared into her once more. Her body shook as he lunged into her powerfully. Deep inside her body, Nancy sensed the start of an orgasm. "Oh! Oh! Ben! Ben! My God! You're going to make me come again! Oh! Ohhh! I...I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh, God, Ben! Oh, God! Oh, God!" she cried. Her body began to vibrate, then blissful swells of pleasure swept over her. Her legs went weak. If Ben hadn't been pressing her against the counter, she'd have fallen.

"Yeah! Oh, yeah!" Ben cried as his hot, sticky cream jetted into her.

Her young lover's ejaculation caused even more exultation for Nancy. She was going to miss this. Love-making with him was wonderful!

When he finished, Ben leaned against Nancy for a while as, slowly, his cock withered and slid from the clutching grip of her vagina.

Nancy stood up and turned to face him. "You are an amazing young man!" she said, softly, but ardently, as she felt the juices he'd pumped into her began to trickle down her legs. She hugged him and kissed him.

"I think you're amazing, too," Ben replied. "God, I wish you were my age. I...I really do!"

"Do you know what time it is?" Nancy asked. It seemed like they'd been at his house quite a while.

"I think it's close to five," Ben replied.

"I'm sorry, Ben, but I really do need to get home," Nancy said.

"That's OK," Ben said, "I have some stuff I ought to do, too." He kissed her. "After you finish getting cleaned up, I'll take you back to your car." He turned and started out of the bathroom.

"Ben..." Nancy said.

The young man stopped and turned. "Thank you for today," she said.

"Ah...you're welcome," Ben replied. 



Nancy's Quest Ch. 23



Passion in James County XIII

Nancy's Quest

By D.C. Roi

Chapter twenty-three

"Don't forget, we're having dinner with Fran and Dick tonight," Nancy told her husband while they were getting ready for work one Friday morning. They had been best friends with Fran and Dick Melanson for almost ten years.

George got a dreamy look on his face and licked his lips. "There's no way I wouldn't remember," he said, grinning. "I'm looking forward to it. You know how much I like Fran's meatloaf."

"You better hope that's what she's making tonight, then," Nancy teased. "You want me to call and ask her if that's what we're having tonight? I'll beg off if she's planning something ordinary like prime rib or steak."

"What would Emily Post think if you did that?" her husband chuckled. "Don't call her, I'll settle for whatever she makes." He walked across the bedroom, wrapped his arms around his wife, and kissed her. "She's almost as good a cook as you are."

"You better say that, buster!" Nancy joshed. "Now let me go, I have to make sure Dawn and the boys are ready for school, then get to work."

"Your folks are picking Dawn up at school, right?" George said.

"I told you that last night," Nancy replied.

"I thought you did," her husband responded. "I was just checking. And the boys are going to my parents place, right?"

"Yes," Nancy said.

Nancy got to work and found that, for a change, her day passed quickly. For the first time in along time, she finished what she needed to do and was able to leave work almost an hour early. She thought about going home, but decided instead to go right to their friends' house and see if she could help Fran with dinner preparations.

When she pulled into the driveway of the Melanson's house, she noticed that George's car was already there. "George must have gotten off work early, too," she mused as she got out of her car and started up the walk. "I wonder where Dick is. His car isn't here. Wouldn't it be odd if he had to work late one of the few nights George and I didn't?"

She walked into the house without knocking, which she usually did, and was surprised that nobody was there, nor did there appear to be any signs of meal preparation. "What the heck is going on?" she wondered. "Where is everybody?"

She was about to call out, when she heard what sounded like moans. It sounded as if they were coming from upstairs, so she started up the stairs, wanting to know what was going on.

When she reached the top of the stairs, Nancy could hear the sounds much more clearly. They were coming from the master bedroom. She moved noiselessly down the hall and put her ear against the bedroom door. She realized what she was hearing were sounds of passion and began to tremble.

"Fran! Ohh!" Stunned, Nancy realized the source of the passionate exclamation she'd just heard was her husband!

"How can something this wrong feel this good?" George moaned.

Determined to confirm what she believed what was happening on the other side of the closed door, Nancy reached out a trembling hand and tried the doorknob. It turned, and she pushed the door open slightly, then peeked inside. What she saw made her feel as if her heart was going to explode! Fran Melanson was on her knees next to her bed, giving Nancy's husband a blow-job!

George, naked, was standing next to the bed and could see her husband's legs trembling while their gorgeous friend worked on his cock with her mouth. Fran was much more full-bodied than Nancy. Stunned, Nancy continued to watch.

"God, Fran, does that ever feel good!" George crooned. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling her face against him. "Oh, God, does it ever!" Frantically, his hips moved, fucking his cock into Fran's mouth.

Nancy realized that her husband was very close to coming. Tears filled her eyes and she leaned against the door, but she couldn't stop watching. She couldn't move.

"Fran! My God!" George moaned, "I...I don't want to come like this! I want you!"

The beautiful, full-bodied woman let George's cock slide from her mouth and gazed hotly up at him. "Do you really want me, George?" she murmured.

"Oh, God, I know this is wrong, but yes!" George cried. He dropped to his knees, pulled Fran into his arms, and kissed her. "I have to have you! Now!"

Fran, still on her knees, turned so her back was to George. "Take me, then!" she said.

George, holding his cock in his hand, shuffled behind Fran, then he thrust his swollen organ into her vagina. His hands dug into her hips and he began to lunge against her like a mad bull. His wild movements caused her body to quiver.

Nancy could hear her husband's legs slap against Fran's ass as his cock plumbed her depths.

"Yes! Oh, George, yes!" Fran cried. Her hands raked the thick shag carpet which covered the bedroom floor and her dangling breasts quivered while Nancy's husband continued his lusty onslaught. "Harder! Yes, George, that's it! Harder! Fuck me harder! Yes! Uhhhhhhhh! Take me! Take me! Now! Oh! Oh! Now! Noww!" the lust-maddened woman cried as she came. Her body continued to buck wildly.

"Ahh!" George cried. His face was beet-red as he, too came. His fingers dug Fran's flesh as he spewed his hot cream into her.

When the couple in the bedroom came, Nancy rolled around so her back was to the wall next to the door. She stayed like that, tears streaming down her cheeks, as the impact of what she'd just witnessed swept over her. Her husband was cheating on her! With their best friend's wife! Anger and pain filled her mind. She straightened up and turned, intending to march into the bedroom and confront the two naked people. But, somehow, her legs wouldn't do what she wanted them to. She couldn't move.

"Fran, my God! We...we shouldn't have done this!" George exclaimed breathlessly as he and Fran clutched each other, temporarily sated.

"Why not?" Fran replied. "After what Dick did to me, I'm not sorry." She kissed George. "I'm glad we did it. God, you're some kind of stud, you know that?"

"My God, Fran!" George gasped. "What about Nancy? God! If she ever finds out..."

"She never has to know," Fran said, and began stroking his flaccid, sticky cock. "We've got at least an hour before she gets here, and now that we've started, I don't intend to waste a minute of it."

"My Lord, Fran!" George's eyes rolled back in his head. "I've never known a woman like you!"

"Let's get up on the bed!" Fran said. She and George got to their feet. "Fucking on the floor is fun, but it's a lot nicer in bed!" She giggled. "Damn, fucking on the floor really is hard on the knees."

Nancy continued to stand there, staring through the crack in the open door. She saw her husband and friend fall onto the bed. She closed her eyes and stifled a sob. When she heard Fran begin to groan with glee, she opened her eyes. Fran was laying on the bed, her legs spread. George had his face buried between her friend's legs.

Perversely, Nancy found herself thinking that Fran's breasts might be bigger than hers, but they did sag. Fran's breasts were capped with the biggest nipples she'd ever seen. And those nipples were hard as rocks.

Fran pulled on her nipples and cried out in ecstasy as George's mouth worked on her pussy. "Yes! Oh, yes!" she cried as he punished her clit and vagina with his lips and tongue. "Oh, God, George! Yes! That's it! Ahhh! I'm cuming! I'm cuming!" Her hips gyrated wildly and she tore at the bedcovers.

From her vantage point in the doorway, Nancy could see that eating Fran had revitalized her husband. His cock was as stiff as it had been when Fran was sucking it.

As she watched through tear-filled eyes, her husband crawled atop Fran's still-spasming body and jammed his rigid shaft into her. Then his hips went wild slamming his cock into her.

"Ahh! Fran! Fran!" George cried. "I...I can't wait!" His hips pressed down against her as he spewed more spend into her.

"Ahhhh! Ahhh! God, that's so hot! Yes! Oh, yes!" Fran cried, pulling George down against her cushiony breasts, her legs thrashing. "Again! I'm cuming again! Yesss!"

When he finished, George rolled off and lay next to Fran, staring at the ceiling. "I...I don't know what to do," he said softly, his voice cracking a little. "What...what we just did...it...it goes against everything I believe in. We're married, both of us." He began to sob. "God forgive me, I don't deserve Nancy. How am I going to face her after this? God, and she's going to be here any time! What am I going to do?"

Fran rolled on her side, her jellied breasts moving enticingly, and stroked the sobbing man's face. "We didn't hurt Nancy," she whispered. "Not really. We wanted each other. All we did was respond to our needs. Nancy will never know."

George sobbed even harder. "Oh, God! Fran, how can you say that?" he groaned. "You know what we did is wrong!"

Fran began kissing her way down the man's body. "We still have a little time," she murmured. "If you want to, we can do it again. Would you like that?" She clutched his cock in her hand and kissed the tip, shiny and sticky with the juices of their recent coupling. "Do you really want to stop?"

Nancy couldn't believe what she'd just heard the woman she once believed was her best friend say. She continued to stare as Fran kept working on George with her mouth.

George groaned as what Fran was doing made his cock grow harder and more painful every second! When his cock was once more jutting proudly from his loins, Fran sat back on her haunches and grinned at him. "Do you want me again, George?" she asked, her voice was soft and breathless.

George nodded.

Fran leaned closer, then her soft, warm lips covered his and whatever reservations he might have had were erased by the powerful emotions Fran's caresses had inspired in him.

Fran's tongue lashed George's lips, then slid between them. George met her invading tongue with his, and their oral digits dueled. Fran's arms slid around him, and his around her.

When the kiss ended, Fran, moving as if she was in a trance, laid back on the bed. George was sitting up, and his hands were roaming over her generous chest. Finally, he bent, took one of the rigid tips between his lips and sucked it gently.

"Oh! George, yes!" Fran cried, her back arching. Her hands tangled in George's hair as his lips and tongue tortured her turgid nipples. "Suck them! Suck my nipples! Yes!"

George kissed his way from one nipple to the next through the valley between Fran's majestic mounds and she continued to arch her back and pull at him, beseeching him to do more, to make her feel even better.

"Oh, God, that feels wonderful!" she crooned, her body quaking, "God, George! You do know how to make me feel good!"

George slid his hand over her silken skin, across her softly mounded belly, to the mat of crinkly hair between her legs. It was damp and sticky, but he didn't care. He was too turned on to think about that. Between Fran's legs his hand stole, onto her soft, silky, labia.

"Uhh!" Fran moaned. Nancy saw her friend's hips rise off the bed and could see her legs straining from the delight George's touch caused. "George! Yes!" Fran cried when George found her clit and began stroking it between his thumb and forefinger, as if he was jerking her off. He continued his oral onslaught on her nipples.

Fran pulled at him, then her hands raked the sheets. Her body twisted and turned, her back arched and her legs flailed. "George! Oh, God! Oh, God! Wahhh! Yes! Yesss! Yesss!" she shrieked.

George continued fondling her until she lay still on the bed, her chest heaving, her eyes closed, a delighted look on her face. His cock was so stiff it hurt and he needed to do something with it.

Fran stirred, opened her eyes, looked up George, smiled at him, then urged him on top of her. "Put your cock in me again, George!" she said. "I want you in me!" She reached between them and moved his cock so the head was at her opening. "Now! Put it in!" she moaned, her hips rising off the bed.

Groaning, George sank his cock into Fran's super-heated body and began the motions of loving. His hips drove against her lush body and she responded ardently.

"Yeah! My God!" Fran groaned. "You're filling me! God! So good!" Her pelvis rotated, grinding against his.

George pushed himself up on straightened arms as he hammered into Fran. Her large breasts bobbed and jiggled, the nipples drawing circles in the air. Her face was flushed, her mouth open and she sucked in air desperately.

"Take me! Please, George, take me now!" Fran cried, her motions becoming frantic, "I'm cuming! Take me! Take meeee! Yesss! Oh, yess! Yessss! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!"

"Yeah! Ahhhh!" George cried when, much to his surprise, more of his hot his fluids pumped into Fran.

While the spent lovers lay locked in each other's arms, Nancy at last found the ability to walk. And, instead of rushing into the bedroom, she staggered down the hallway, down the stairs, and out of the house. For a few seconds, she sat in her car, wiping her eyes, trying to clear her vision enough so she could see to drive.

Once she got her car started, she backed out of the Melanson driveway, then she started down the street.



Nancy's Quest Ch. 24



Passion in James County XIII

Nancy's Quest

By D.C. Roi

Chapter twenty-four

Sobbing, Nancy drove aimlessly around Jamestown for what seemed like hours. The whole time, images of what she'd seen her husband and best friend doing kept flashing through her mind. "I can't believe it! I can't believe they'd do something like that to me!" she thought, her pain causing her to temporarily forget her own transgressions. "My husband! And my so-called best friend! Fucking like a couple of rabbits!"

She had to stop at a traffic light and when she did, she glanced down at her mini-van's dashboard. It was lucky she did. The gas gauge said her tank was almost empty. "The last thing I need is to run out of gas," she thought. "It would be rich if I had to call George to come and get me, wouldn't it? I wonder if he could find time, seeing as how Fran needs him so much!" Deep sobs again wracked her and the tears flowing from her eyes made it hard for her to see.

She managed to pull into a self-service gas station and brake to a stop in front of the pumps. She sat there for a few seconds, trying to compose herself. When she felt as if she was at least a little bit under control, she got out of her van and went to open the door that covered the gas filler pipe. She fumbled with the gas filler door and broke her fingernail. For reasons that made no sense to her, then or later, breaking that nail was the last straw. Overwhelming feelings of despondency swept over her and she stood at the rear of her van, sobbing, barely able to move.

"Nancy! What's the matter?" a male voice said. Then an arm wrapped around her shoulder.

Nancy looked up into Ben Morris's concerned face. "B...Ben...Oh, B...Ben..." she sobbed. "I...I broke...I broke my...my nail!" She held her finger up to show him. "I...I need gas...I...I broke my nail," she stammered. "Oh, B...Ben!"

Ben had no idea what was wrong with Nancy. He'd never seen her like this. She was almost acting drunk, but he couldn't smell alcohol on her breath. What could have happened to make her like this? "Why don't I put you in my truck?" he man said. "I'll fill your tank, then I'll pull your van over there. I don't think you're in any shape to drive."

"O...O...OK," Nancy sobbed. She let Ben lead her to his truck. He helped her get up in the cab, then he turned and went back to where her van sat and filled the gas tank. After the car was gassed up, he paid for the gas then he pulled the mini-van into a parking space behind the gas station. He locked the van up, then he rejoined Nancy in the truck. She was still sobbing uncontrollably.

"Nancy, what happened?" Ben asked, studying her, looking very confused. "What's wrong? Are you hurt or something? Did something happen to the kids?"

"Ben, can...can we...can we go...somewhere?" Nancy stammered. "I...I don't want to sit here like...like this."

"We can go to my place, I guess," Ben said.

"What...what about your...your mother?" Nancy sobbed.

"She's got a new boyfriend. They're up in the mountains at some kind of murder mystery weekend thing," he replied. He started his truck's engine, put it in gear, and pulled out of the gas station. "Something really terrible must have happened to her to make her this upset," he thought as he drove down the street. "I wonder what it is?"

Nancy was only vaguely aware that the truck was moving. Her thoughts had returned to the scene she'd observed in the Melanson home. "I...I guess I can't blame George for wanting Fran more than he wants me," she thought. "She has big breasts, she isn't skinny and flat-chested like I am." She took a deep shuddering breath. "And she really is pretty...a lot prettier than I am. At least George seems to think so. Maybe...maybe if I hadn't gotten pregnant with Mike, he wouldn't have married me at all." Another shudder ran though her.

Ben glanced over at his passenger. She had a kind of far-away look on her face. "Nancy, are you sure you're OK?" he asked.

"I...I'm better...now...now that you're here," Nancy replied. She reached across the truck and laid her hand on the young man's arm. She gave no thought to the fact that the last time they were together, Ben had told her he'd found a girl his age he really liked.

The truck turned a corner. Nancy continued mulling over her situation, not realizing that her anguish made it impossible for her to think clearly. "What am I going to do?" she thought. "George will probably divorce me so he can be with Fran. What if he wants custody of the kids? My God, what are the kids going to think?" Then as her mind swirled with emotion, anger boiled to the fore. "That bastard!" she thought bitterly. "He's not getting my kids! I'll show him!"

She realized the truck had stopped, looked up and saw that they were parked in the garage attached to Ben's home.

"Do...do you want to come in?" Ben asked. "I...I can get you a cup of coffee or something."

"Yes, I do want to go inside," Nancy replied, a look of determination formed on her face. "I'll show George!" she thought as she slipped out of the truck and started into the house. "If he thinks he's going to get away with screwing around on me, I'll show him!"

When they got in the house, Ben started toward the kitchen counter. Nancy walked to the doorway that opened onto the hallway that led to the bedrooms. She was wearing a loose black dress with a long skirt that had red and white flowers all over it. The dress wrapped around her slim body, and had ruffles along the collar. She took a deep breath, turned, and began undoing the ties that held her dress closed. When the ties were open, she said, "Ben!" very softly.

The young man turned around. His face flushed and his eyes widened when he saw Nancy shrugging out of her dress.

Nancy stood in the doorway wearing just a scalloped lacy black bra and matching thong bikini. Her heart was pounding and her chest was tight. She smiled when she saw the stunned look in the young man's eyes. Moving slowly, she reached behind her, unhooked the bra, and let it drop to the floor, along with her dress.

Ben couldn't believe that she was taking off her clothing like this. First she was sobbing and carrying on like the world had come to an end, now this! Even though he was concerned about her, he could feel his body responding to the sight of her lovely nude body. "Nancy, what...what are you...doing?" he gasped.

Nancy hooked her fingers in her bikini, then she bent and stripped it off while she looked Ben directly in the eye. "I don't want to talk, Ben," she said softly. "I want you to fuck me! Now!" She turned and started down the hallway, headed toward his bedroom.

Ben still shocked by what had happened since he bumped into Nancy at the gas station, couldn't move at first. Then he bolted down the hallway. When he reached his bedroom, he found Nancy, her arms outstretched, lying on the bed.

"What took you so long?" she asked.

Ben stripped his clothes off as he staggered across his room. He tumbled on top of Nancy and his lips immediately went to her protruding nipples while her hands sought his erection.

"Take me, Ben! Take me now!" Nancy groaned, pulling at the young man who lay on top of her.

Ben raised his hips, then lowered them. Without assistance, his rigid shaft slid into her warm, damp channel.

"Yes! Oh, yes! Yesss!" Nancy groaned when she felt the young man's erection entering her. "Take me, Ben! That's what I need!"

Ben, unable to lie still, began to move his hips and they rode breaking waves of jubilation. Their bodies strained together, exchanging the utmost in erotic sensations and seeking more.

Nancy's felt herself rapidly plunging toward the release she so desperately sought. Joyful explosions of bliss boomed through her. "Yes! Yes! Oh, Ben, yes!" she cried. "I'm coming! Take me! Take me! Take meee!"

"Nancy! Oh, Nancy!" Ben cried when his torrid juices exploded into his partner's rocking, twisting body.

Finished, Ben rolled off Nancy, onto his back, and lay there, gasping for breath. He could barely comprehend what had happened and Nancy gave him no respite.

She immediately slid down and began to run her hands over his body. Then she grabbed his cock, and heard him utter a groan of delight. She insistently stroked the young man's throbbing, come-slick organ with one hand, while the other rolled his balls and her fingers teased his scrotum.

Ben groaned with delight and arched his back, pushing his hips up off the bed. "Nancy...my God! What are you doing to me?" he moaned, his hips twisting and turning. "Godddd!"

Nancy took his cock in her mouth.

"Ahh!" Ben moaned. He clawed at the bedspread with his fingers as wave after wave of delight, induced by Nancy's fervid ministrations, swept over him. "Ahhhhhhhhh!" he groaned, "Nancy! Oh, God, Nancy! I...I'm gonna come! It...that feels too good!"

Nancy let the young man's cock slide from her mouth and slit up, on top of his body. She felt his erect cock sliding against her belly as she moved over him and a ripple of delight went through her. She rocked her hips, felt the rigid pole caressing her belly, and experienced another tremor of bliss. She wanted that big cock plunging into her again! She needed it filling her, making her feel good!

Ben slid one hand between their writhing bodies, grasped his cock and, with some difficulty, managed to get the flared purple tip between the lips of Nancy's dripping opening.

Nancy, aroused beyond belief, was moving instinctively, barely aware of what she was doing. As her body writhed, Ben's shaft slid into her. She shuddered with exhilaration in reaction to the young man's invasion of her body. The sensations she was experiencing were more intense than any she'd shared with him before!

His hands went to her chest, clamped around her breasts, and he began rubbing her nipples, sending even delight into her while his swollen prod rubbed the super-sensitive walls of her furrow. Exquisite sensations began to race though her in wave after wave of ecstasy. "Oh!" she moaned, more out of control than she'd ever been in her life! "It's gonna happen! Feels too good! Oh, God! I'm gonna come again! Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Ahhh! Yesss!"

Ben felt Nancy shaking and quivering. Her movements were so frenzied he was afraid she'd break his cock off. He looked at her face and saw that it was slack with passion, bobbing limply on her lovely neck. She clutched his arms fiercely and her fingernails bit into his skin. Her cave gripped his cock, rippling, squeezing.

"I'm coming! I'm coming! Yes! I'm coming! Eyahhhh!" Nancy screamed, her body straining. And, when she came, so did her young lover.

"Yeah!" the young man groaned. His neck arched and his hips rose off the bed as what remained of his essence gushed into Nancy's vibrating body. "I'm coming, too! Oh, God, Nancy! Oh, God!"

Her lust spent, Nancy collapsed atop Ben, too weak to move. She felt his arms encircle her, and his lips softly kiss her on the neck.

Ben lay there, holding Nancy, who lay limp on top of him. His cock, which he feared might never get soft again, was still lodged in her.

After a few minutes, Nancy pushed herself up on her arms and looked down at Ben. "I can't believe you're still hard!" she exclaimed, a bit surprised to feel his erection still in her.

"Ah...I...I'm not sure I'll ever get soft again!" Ben replied, looking puzzled. He groaned softly when she moved her hips, making his cock lash her insides once more.

"Well..." Nancy murmured. Her face went slack as passion began to spread through her once more. "...as long as you're hard, and in the right place, we might as well take advantage of it, right?" She increased the pace with which her hips were moving. "Yes!" she murmured. "That's what I need! Oh, yes!"

Ben grabbed his partner's hips and began lifting his hips, driving deep into her.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Nancy groaned as the young man's indomitable wand pistoned into her. "Ben! Ben! Oh, Ben! Take me! Take me!"

Ben continued to hold her hips and watched her breasts bob and jiggle as his frantic movements rocked her body.

"Ahhh! Oh, Ben! Oh, Ben! Oh, Ben! This feels so good! So good! Oh, Ben! Oh, Ben! Don't ever stop! Don't ever, ever stop! Ahhh! Ahhhh!" Nancy screamed as still more explosions of bliss jolted her.

"Uhh! Uhhh!" Ben groaned as he came yet again, with spasms so intense they were almost painful.

Once again, when she finished, Nancy collapsed atop him.

Ben didn't move. He couldn't. He was too used up.



Nancy's Quest Ch. 25



Passion in James County XIII

Nancy's Quest

By D.C. Roi

Chapter twenty-five

Nancy awoke some time later, surprised to find herself lying next to Ben, who was still asleep. She looked at the bedroom window and realized it had gotten dark. She didn't understand why she was here, with Ben. She was supposed to be at Melanson's with George, having dinner. Anger flashed through her mind when she remembered what she'd seen happening at the home of people who were supposed to be her friends. "I...I can't believe George did that to...to me!" she mused bitterly.

Then, as she laid there, thinking, her mind began to clear and she began looking at her situation realistically for the first time. "I...I have no right being angry with George," she thought, as tears filled her eyes. "How...how can I be angry with him for doing what I've been doing?" She glanced over at the young man sleeping next to her. "What I'm still doing! God! What have we done to each other? What kind of mess have we gotten ourselves into?" A soft sob escaped from her.

The young man heard his companion's sob and was very concerned about her. He didn't know what he'd do if she got all crazy again. "Nancy, are you OK?" he asked. He rolled on his side to face her with a look of deep concern on his face.

Nancy shook her head and wiped at her eyes with the back of her hands. "No, Ben...no I'm not OK," she said.

A lopsided smile formed on Ben's face. "I kinda figured that," he said softly. "I mean, you were acting pretty crazy earlier."

"I...I guess I was," Nancy said. She was feeling a bit ashamed of her earlier behavior, and that she had somehow managed to drag Ben into it. "I'm sorry, Ben. I...I'm afraid I...I really did use you this time, didn't I?"

Ben looked puzzled. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said. "How did you use me? Are you going to tell me what's going on?"

"Well..." Nancy said. She paused and took a deep breath. "Do I dare tell him?" she wondered. "God, I have him right in the middle of this, I at least owe him an explanation." She took another deep breath and continued. "Earlier today I...I caught my husband and my best friend..." She stopped. She was unable to bring herself to say the words aloud.

Ben figured out what she was trying to tell him. "You mean your husband's screwing your best friend and you saw him?" he asked, stunned. "Jesus! How could he do that to you?"

Nancy stroked the young man's face softly with her hand. "Ben, I haven't exactly been an angel," she said softly. "You, of all people, know that only too well."

"Yeah, I know, but...Jeez!" he stammered. "We...we didn't do it right in front of him!"

"That isn't really the point, is it, Ben?" Nancy said. "Where we slept with each other, or who saw us doesn't really matter. The fact is, I've violated my marriage vows, probably more than George has."

"What do you mean?" Ben asked. "You mean...I...you know...I'm not the only..."

"Ben, I know this may hurt you," Nancy said gently. "And I feel cheap admitting it, but you aren't the only person I've violated my marriage vows with." She saw the crestfallen look appear on the young man's face and caressed him with her fingers again. "I'm sorry you had to hear that," she said softly. "But you have to know. It...it might help you understand what kind of person I really am. Maybe it will help if I tell you that, of all the men I've slept with, you were the best, most caring lover I had," she added.

"Oh," Ben said, looking a little happier, but not much. "What...what are you gonna do? I mean about what you saw your husband doing?"

Nancy shrugged. "What can I do?" she said. "I...I really can't throw stones, not after the way I've behaved. And...I...I guess I can't really blame George for wanting Fran. After all, she's beautiful, she has a fantastic body, and..."

"But you're really beautiful, too, Nancy," the young man protested. "I...I think you're the prettiest woman I know!"

"It's sweet of you to say that, Ben," Nancy said. "But you haven't seen Fran. She makes me look like a stick."

"I don't think you look like a stick," Ben said. "I think you have a great body. You're built better than most of the girls I know."

Nancy was touched deeply by the young man's compliments. She leaned forward and kissed him gently. "Ben, that's one of the things I like best about you. You really do believe the things you're saying, don't you?"

The young man got a somewhat petulant look on his face. "You make it sound like I don't know what I'm talking about," he protested. "Like, because I'm a kid, I don't know that you're beautiful. That's not true! You are beautiful! And not only that, you're really a nice person, too! It doesn't matter whether I'm a kid or not, I know what I know."

Nancy looked at him. "Ben, you really mean that, don't you?" she asked. "You aren't just saying that because you want to sleep with me, are you?"

Ben nodded. "Yeah, I guess that's what I'm trying to say. I...I always thought you were beautiful and I think I wanted you ever since I was, like thirteen or something." He began rubbing her arm. "And it isn't just because you're pretty. I think you're a really neat person, too," he added. "I mean, lots of times over the years you helped me with my homework and stuff, and you listen to me when I need someone to talk to. Sometimes even my parents won't listen to me the way you do. You make me feel like I'm a grown-up."

"You are grown up, Ben," Nancy said, grinning. "God, are you ever! Not only that, you're wonderful!"

"Maybe," Ben replied, looking down at the covers. "But maybe, you know, I'm not as great as you think I am."

"Ben, how can you say that?" Nancy asked, surprised. "You've been wonderful to me! You were there when I needed you and..."

"Yeah, but I knew you were hurting and...well...I didn't do anything to help you," Ben replied, verbalizing something he'd been thinking for a long time.

"What do you mean, Ben?" Nancy asked. She had no idea what he was talking about.

"Well...after...after the first time you and I...we...made love," Ben stammered, looking embarrassed, "I kinda thought, maybe, something was wrong. When...when I came over that night, I...I didn't really plan to go to bed with you."

"You didn't?" Nancy asked. "Why did you come over, then?"

"Ah...well...I...I was gonna ask if, you know, there was anything I could do to help you," Ben stammered. "I mean, I think you're pretty special, and the way you were acting, it wasn't like the person I know you are would act. Does that make any sense?"

"I guess it does," Nancy said. She was a bit puzzled, and more than a little surprised. Ben was far more sensitive and understanding than she realized. "I'm sorry, Ben, I...I seduced you when...when you wanted..."

"Don't blame yourself," Ben said, looking her directly in the eye. "I'm just as guilty as you are. I knew you were hurting, I shouldn't have..." He shrugged. "But then when we kissed, I kind of lost control."

"I did, too, my darling," Nancy said. She was touched that he cared enough about her to want to help her. "What were you going to say to me that night?"

Ben shrugged. "I don't know, really," he said. "I...I asked my Mom why people, you know, cheat on their husbands. I didn't mention your name. She said sometimes it's because they're trying to find something they think is missing, or..."

"Ben!" Nancy said, interrupting him. His comment triggered a thought in her mind. "You know, maybe you've come up with the answer I've been searching for."

"I...I don't know what you're talking about," the young man said. "What answer?"

"For over a year now," Nancy said, "I've been behaving foolishly and I haven't been able to understand why. I mean, I've been doing a lot of really stupid things. I've jeopardized my marriage and my future. And, Lord knows, I've probably messed up your life in the bargain."

"That's not true!" the young man protested. "You didn't..."

Nancy laid her fingers on his lips to silence him. "We can argue that some other time," she said. "The thing is, I've been trying desperately to figure out the reason why I've been acting the way I have, and why I haven't been able to stop. I think, maybe, you might just have stumbled onto with the answer."

"I...I did?" Ben asked. "What is it?"

"You might say I've been on a quest," Nancy told him.

Ben looked befuddled. "A...a quest?" he said.

Nancy nodded. "Yes, a quest," she said. "A quest to find myself, to learn who I really am. Or, perhaps, a quest to escape who I thought I was. Anyhow, my darling young man, you're the one who helped me figure that out."

"Ah...OK," the young man said. "Now what?"

Nancy shrugged. She remembered Ted Adamson's suggestion. "Maybe I...I ought to see a therapist," she told him. "Another friend of mine suggested that not too long ago. I don't think that knowing why I'm doing what I've been doing will make me stop. But therapy might help me do that. I've been trying to work up the courage to see a therapist for months now."

"What...what about me?" Ben asked.

Nancy looked at him fondly. "Ben, I know it will hurt you to hear this, but I'm afraid what we've had will really have to end," she said softly. "I...I don't see any other way. If I'm going to put my life back together, I have to start trying to salvage my marriage, if that's possible. And that means I have to give you up. You might not believe this, but that's one of the hardest things I'll have to do."

The young man looked surprised. "It is?" he asked. "Really?"

Nancy nodded. "Yes, it is," she whispered. "You're different. You really do care for me, I know that. Other than my husband, and kids, you may be the only person in the entire world who really does. You've been there for me when I've needed you, and I cherish that fact." She kissed him gently once again. "I really do. And besides, didn't you tell me you had a young woman you were getting serious about?"

"Yvonne," he said. "Yeah, I guess so. She...she's really neat. She...she reminds me of you, kinda, only younger, you know?"

"She's a very lucky young woman," Nancy said. "Very lucky."

"So...what...what happens now?" Ben asked. "What are you going to do now?"

"I guess I better get back to my life and see if there is any way I can salvage my marriage and my self-respect," Nancy said.

"Do...do you have to go right now?" he asked. "I mean..."

Nancy nodded. "Ben...I..." She shuddered when the young man slid his hand down from her shoulder, onto her breast.

"Would it be so bad if we made love one last time?" he asked. "Please, Nancy? Can't I make love to you one last time?"

Nancy's mind was awash with confused feelings. Ben's hand moving over her body was stirring her, making it difficult for her to think clearly. "Ben, we...we...we really...shouldn't," she stammered. "What harm is there in making love with him one last time?" The thought flashing through her mind disconcerted her. She felt Ben's warm body pressing against hers, his hand slid onto her breast, and his finger began teasing her nipple, sending delight rushing through her. "Oh, hell! Why not?" she thought, "He's been so wonderful to me, but it will have to be the last time."

She put her arm around Ben and pulled him to her. He moved into her embrace and their lips met.

When the kiss ended, Ben bent his head down to Nancy's chest and sucked one of her rigid nipples between his lips. She moaned ecstatically, her body arched, and her hands pressed against his head against her. "Gahh! Oh, God! Oh, God! Yes! Oh, Ben! Yes! Yes! Kiss them! Oh, yes! Kiss my breasts!" she cried as elation filled her. She gloried in the wild sensations evoked by the tender caresses bestowed on her by the young man's lips and roaming hands.

Ben was determined to make this, possibly the last time he would ever have a chance to make love to Nancy, a time she'd remember. He knew he was turning her on because of the way she was moaning and writhing as he touched her, so he kept doing the all things he knew aroused her. While he caressed her, he felt his cock grow harder, and began to throb. He wanted to put it in her, to experience the wonderful feelings he knew he'd get when he did, but that would lead to the end of their time together, and he wanted to prolong their time as long as he could, so he continued caressing her, even though he could hardly wait!

Ben's tender, loving caresses persisted and Nancy felt herself ascending to lofty planes of joy. When the young man shifted position on the bed, she felt his erect cock slap against her leg. She slid her hand down between them and touched the tip of the young man's engorged shaft.

"Oh, Nancy! Oh God! Oh God!" Ben groaned.

The hot, fleshy lance in Nancy's hand pulsed and jerked. She slid her hand softly up and down the veined shaft.

"Ahh!" Ben groaned when her slim fingers encircled his cock.

Nancy began kissing the young man's chest. She lashed his nipples with her tongue and he shuddered and moaned that what she was doing to him was making him crazy. Her lips and hands continued to rouse Ben. And, as she did, Nancy realized that each gentle caress, each light touch, each kiss raised not only Ben's, but also her, level of need higher and higher.

"Wahh!" Ben groaned. His hips arched off the bed when Nancy took his erect penis into her mouth.

It didn't take long before the young man was totally out of control. His hips twisted and turned and his hands roamed over Nancy as he tried vainly to caress her, to give her as much pleasure as she was giving him.

Finally, Nancy let the young man's cock slide out of her mouth, slid up next to him. She kissed him, then took him in her arms. "Ben, this really will have to be the last time we make love, you do understand that, don't you?" she asked.

"Unnhh! Yeah! I...I do!" the young man groaned. "Ahhhhh!"

Nancy tilted her face and and covered Ben's lips with hers. When her lips touched the young man's, more lightning bolts of passion arced through Nancy, and she felt the heat from his smooth young body as it writhed against hers. "Make love to me, now, Ben!" she cried, pulling him on top of her.

When the young man slid on top of her, Nancy managed to guide his erection to the need-slick lips of her vagina. She shuddered with ecstasy as it slid into her, filling her. She thought for a moment she would have an orgasm as Ben was sliding into her, but she didn't. Wave after delightful wave of passion swept over her.

"Oh God!" Ben groaned. "I...I don't believe it! I'm too turned on. I...I'm gonna come!"

Nancy didn't want their last love-making to end like this, either. "Shhh!" she whispered. She kissed him and tightened her arms around him to keep him from moving. "Lie still for a minute. Just hold me and don't move."

Quaking with excitement, Ben did as he was told. When he was calmer, Nancy relaxed her embrace and he once more began to move.

Nancy lay there, feeling Ben's engorged piston slide in and out of her. The delectable friction sent delight racing through her and drove her toward the heights of rapture. Her body felt as if it was on fire. At last, like a thousand skyrockets exploding at once, an incredibly sweet orgasm tore through her. Her body writhed and bucked and moans and cries of joy issued from her. It was, quite possibly, the sweetest orgasm she'd ever had, better than any she'd ever had in her life!

"Oh! Nancy!" Ben cried, his hips going wild. "I...I can't wait. I can't wait! Oh God! Oh God!"

His heated fluids gushed into Nancy, who was surprised to feel herself plunging into ecstasy once more. She couldn't talk, couldn't think, all she could do was strain against him, her body seeking every wonderful sensation it could get. "Aahh! Aahh! Ben!" she cried. "Oh, God, Ben! Oh, God! Yes! Yess! Yesss! Yesss!" Her body felt as if it were turning inside out as it strained wildly against her young lover's.

Slowly, ecstasy faded to pleasure, then pleasure to contentment. Ben lay atop her, resting on her breasts, too weak to move, a feeling Nancy shared.

Nancy felt the boy's marvelous pole shrink, then slide out of her. Even that felt wonderful.

Ben rolled off and lay on his side, looking at her, sorrow in his eyes.

Nancy kissed him. "Ben, that was wonderful!" she told him. "I'll always cherish this last time. Always! You are such a wonderful lover!"

He smiled, and looked at her. "So are you." He covered her mouth with his and kissed her hard.

"This really will have to be the last time we do this," Nancy reminded him once the kiss ended.

"I...I know," Ben replied, his eyes filling with tears. "I know."

Nancy kissed him on the cheek. "I have to get going," she said. "I need to go home and try to put the pieces of my life back together again." She slipped out of his arms, got out of bed, went out to where she'd dropped her clothes and picked them up.

She returned to the bedroom and, as Ben watched, began putting her clothes on.

"Nancy, I...I love you," Ben said softly.

Nancy turned and looked at him tenderly. "I love you, too, Ben," she whispered. "I'm really going to miss you."

When she finished dressing, she looked at Ben. "Are you going to get dressed?" she asked. "You do have to take me back to my car, you know."

Ben sat up, slid to the edge of the bed, and reached for his clothes. "What if I don't want to take you back to your car?" he asked, smiling, as he slipped on his underpants.

"I'll tell your mother on you," Nancy replied.

"Yeah, well, if you tell, I'll tell," Ben said, grinning, as he pulled up his pants.

"You better not!" Nancy replied.

When Ben had his clothes on, they went out to the truck and he drove her back to where they'd left her van.

"Ben, darling, I...I really am going to miss you," Nancy told the young man before she got out of the truck. "You are so sweet. I...I'll never, ever forget what we shared and what you've done for me."

"Me...me, either," Ben replied. His eyes were red and damp. He sniffled a little.

Nancy got out of the truck and walked to her mini-van. Before she got in, she looked over at the young man's truck. He was gazing at her mournfully. She blew him a kiss and got in her car. She took a deep breath, started it, backed out of the parking space, and headed for her home to face her husband and, hopefully, begin putting her shattered life back together again.



Nancy's Quest Ch. 26



Passion in James County XIII

Nancy's Quest

By D.C. Roi

Chapter twenty-six

Nancy drove toward her home in the wee hours of the morning feeling extremely anxious. She had no idea what would happen when she got home. She was upset that her husband had slept with Fran, but she also knew she was in no position to act indignant. She'd been cheating on George for almost a year, ever since the convention. She tried to convince herself it wasn't fair to be angry with her husband for doing the same thing. Just the same, memories of seeing him and Fran locked together in Fran's bedroom remained very vivid in her memory.

Even more frightening to her was the possibility that her husband would tell her he wanted to leave her for Fran. What would she do then? "It doesn't matter," she thought, "Whatever the outcome is, I have to straighten myself out. Whether George leaves me or not, I'm going to get therapy!"

George, looking very upset and haggard, walked out of the house the minute she pulled into the driveway. He walked up to her van and stood next to it, waiting for her to get out. When she opened the door, he asked, "Nancy, are...are you all right?" He sounded concerned, almost panicked. "Where were you? I...I've been trying to find you all night. I've been frantic. I...I was thinking about calling the police."

"I...I'm all right, George," Nancy said as she slid out of the van. "I'm trying to think straight for the first time in a long time. Why don't we go inside? I...I think there are some things we need to talk about."

"Yeah, OK," her husband said.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" Nancy asked her husband once they were in the house.

George, standing in the middle of the kitchen, looking confused, shrugged. "Yeah...I...I guess so," he said. "Nancy, where were you? What's going on?"

Nancy started the coffee, then turned to her husband. "Why don't you sit down, George?" she said. "We'll talk, and when we're finished, I think all of your questions will be answered."

"Ah...yeah, OK," George replied. He walked to the kitchen table and sat down.

When the coffee was done, Nancy filled two mugs, carried them to the table, set them down, then she sat down opposite her husband. She was as terrified as she'd ever been as she tried to think of a way of beginning the conversation she knew she and her husband had to have. What if the result of the conversation was that he told her he was leaving her? What if he said he wanted Fran? What if he was disgusted with her when he found out what she'd been doing? It didn't matter. Things had to change.

George pulled his mug across the table, cradled it in his hands, and looked at Nancy. "Where were you all night?" he asked. "I...I was really worried."

Nancy took a deep breath. "I...I got off work early today," she said, her eyes on her husband's, watching carefully for his reaction. "And I...I figured I might be able to help Fran get dinner together, so..." She paused as she saw a look of shock begin to form on her husband's face. "I guess it was about three-thirty, maybe a little later, when I went over to their house and..."

"Oh, God!" George exclaimed, going totally pale. "You...you saw...you saw...us, didn't...didn't you?"

Nancy nodded. "Everything," she whispered. She clasped her trembling hands around the warm mug sitting on the table in front of her.

"Oh, Nancy, I'm sorry," George said. "I...I'm so sorry. I...I didn't mean to hurt you." He took a deep breath and shuddered. "I...I never, ever intended for that to happen," he said. "I got off early, too, and I had the same thought you did. We hadn't been over there for a while so I figured maybe Dick and I could catch up, you know?" He stared across the table at Nancy.

"And..." Nancy said.

"When I got there, I found Fran crying. I'd never seen her so upset," he said. "It turns out Dick picked this morning to tell her he was leaving her for another woman."

"What?" Nancy asked, stunned. "Dick left Fran?"

"Yes," her husband said. "Apparently he's been having an affair with his secretary for a couple of years now."

"My God!" Nancy said. "I had no idea."

"Me, either," George said. "You can't begin to imagine how upset Fran was when I got there. I...I tried to comfort her and...and things..." He shrugged. "I...I guess things went wrong, terribly wrong. I...I'm sorry, Nancy. I love you, I didn't want to hurt you. I...I didn't intend to let anything happen between Fran and me, but, well, things started and got out of control and..." He inhaled and a soft sob escaped from him. Then tears began rolling down his cheeks.

"I see," Nancy said. Surprisingly, she could understand, a little, what might have happened. She took a deep breath. "Don't be too hard on yourself, George," she said softly. "You...you aren't the only guilty party here."

"What?" her husband replied, looking stunned. "Nancy, what...what are you saying?" He stared at her.

Nancy stared into the coffee in the mug in front of her for a while as she gathered her thoughts. Then she looked at her husband. "I...I haven't been faithful to you, either, George," she said.

George looked stunned. "Nancy! No!" he exclaimed. "You...you can't mean that! You...you didn't..."

Nancy nodded. "It's true, and you need to know it," she said. "I honestly believe the first step in getting us out of this mess we're in is being honest with each other. Even if it means telling each other things that are painful."

"Nancy, are...are you going to leave me?" her husband asked. "Is...is that what's coming next? Have you found someone else?"

"No," Nancy said, "I haven't found anyone else. I...I don't want anyone else. What...what about you? Are...are you going to leave me?"

"God, no!" her husband replied. Tears were rolling down his cheeks again. "I love you. I've always loved you and I always will. I...what happened with Fran, that was a mistake, a mistake I'll never, ever, make again. What...what about you? Who...?"

"Who doesn't matter," Nancy replied. "It's over. Tomorrow I'm calling a therapist. I'm going to try very hard to get myself straightened out. What about you?"

Her husband shrugged. "Do you think I need a therapist, too?" he asked.

"That's something you have to decide," Nancy said. "But I do think maybe we need to get some couple's therapy."

"Maybe that would be a good idea. I...I'll call someone and make an appointment," George said. "Anything...whatever it takes, to fix us." He looked across the table at Nancy. "What...what now?" he asked.

"I...I'm exhausted. I'm going to go to bed," Nancy said.

"C...can I come, too?" her husband asked.

Nancy stood up and nodded.

George stood up and followed Nancy up to their bedroom. He stood there, studying her as she stripped off her clothes and slid into bed. Then he removed his clothes and joined her.

Nancy rolled on her side and looked at her husband.

George lay next to her, looking at her with a mixture of sadness, love, and fear in his eyes. "So...now...now what?" he stammered.

"I don't know, George," Nancy replied. "What do you want to do?"

"Nancy, do...do you still love me?" he asked.

Nancy nodded. "Yes, George, I do love you," she whispered. "Despite the way I've been acting, I really do. I...I've never stopped loving you, despite all I've done." Her husband slid closer to her and she was startled to feel his erection brush her warm skin. Thrills swept through her. He still wanted her!

"What...what do you think?" George croaked. "Do you, you know, do you...?"

Nancy moaned softly and moved against him. "I do," she murmured. Her hand slid lightly down over his belly and began stroking his cock. She could feel it stiffening in her hand as she did.

"Oh, God!" her husband groaned.

Nancy slid down under the covers and moved so she was lying with her head next to her husband's hips. She bent over him and her mouth engulfed his cock. She worked on him expertly for a while, then sat back on her knees, smiling down at her husband's flushed face. "Do you still want me, George?" she asked, shuddering.

"God, yes!" her husband replied.

Nancy took his cock in her hand again, stroked it gently for a few more minutes, continuing to make him wild! Then she stopped doing that and moved atop him, straddling his chest with her lean, lovely legs. "Eat me, darling," she said, her voice husky. She slid up his body, until her pussy was above his face. "Please, Darling, eat me!" she groaned, her voice betraying the urgency she felt.

Clamping his hands on her buttocks, George buried his face in her pussy and his tongue began to lash her labia and thrust into her.

Nancy squirmed as delight rushed through her and her legs clamped around his head, as she groaned with delight. "Yes! Yes! That's it!" she cried, her body thrashing as her husband gave her pleasure. "More! More! Eat me more!"

George lashed Nancy's swollen clit and her song of joy grew more impassioned. The more he licked and sucked her, the wilder her motions got. "Gahh! Yeah! Oh, God! Oh, God!" she cried, clutching her breasts, pulling at the rigid nipples. The more he ate her, the wilder her actions became, smearing the juices gushing from her pussy all over his face. Then she stiffened and it felt as if her whole body was vibrating. "Ahh! Oh, God, George! Oh, God! Eat me! Oh, God! Yes! Yes! Ohh! Yessss!" she screamed when a powerful orgasm rocked her.

Nancy laid on the bed and watched her husband get to his knees. She rolled over on her belly and he moved behind her, between her legs. He grabbed her hips, pulled her up onto her knees, then holding his rock-hard wand in his hand he drove it into her so hard their thighs met with an audible "Smack!"

"Ummphh!" Nancy groaned, her moan muffled by the pillow her face lay on. She continued to groan while as her husband plowed into her like a mad bull.

"You like this..." George grunted, slamming into her, his cock riding easily in her well-lubricated opening. "Don't you, Nancy?"

"Uh! Uhh! Yes, darling, yes! Give it to me! Harder!" Nancy replied, shoving herself back against him frantically. "Oh God, yes, I do!"

While her husband continued to slam into her, Nancy felt herself racing toward the release she so desperately needed. "George! Oh, God!" she cried. "Ahhh!" Her body pushed back, trying to get him into her even deeper. "Now! Oh, God! I'm coming!" she groaned, her body spasming with joy, "Now!!! Take me, George! Take me! Eeeyaahh!"

"Yeah! Take it! Take it!" George screamed as his juices boiled up and spewed into his wife.

Afterward, they lay beside each other, calming after the incredibly intense coupling. They looked into each other's eyes as if trying to see what the other was thinking.

"Are...are we going to make it?" Nancy asked her husband softly.

"I don't know," George replied. "But if I have any say, we're sure as hell going to try. You really don't want to get divorced, do you?"

Nancy closed her eyes and shook her head. Then she opened them and looked at George. "I...I love you," she whispered. "I...I really do!"

"I love you, too," George said.

"But what...what about...about what we've...what we've done?" she whispered. "Will...can you ever forgive me?"

George shrugged. "I don't know. I'm not sure," he said. "I...I'm going to try, though, I really am."

Nancy touched his face softly. "You...you're still the best," she said. "The very best!"

George smiled. "I'm glad," he said, kissing her gently on the nose.

"What...what if...what if this doesn't work?" Nancy asked. "What if...sometime...you find someone...someone you more than me?"

"Could happen with you, too," he noted.

Nancy shook her head. "That's not likely," she said, "nobody makes me feel as wonderful as you do."

George smiled. "It's the same for me," he said. "Look, I know we can't forget what happened, but let's not talk about it right now, OK?"

"OK," Nancy said, and kissed him again, only this time there was fire in her kiss. As they kissed her hand slid down and gripped his cock. "Maybe..." she thought, as she felt her husband's cock stiffening once more, "...maybe there is a chance for us after all."



Nancy's Quest Ch. 27



Passion in James County XIII

Nancy's Quest

By D.C. Roi

Chapter twenty-seven

Later in the morning, after Nancy left his house, Ben Morris got out of his truck in front of the house where Yvonne Drake, the girl he'd been seeing, lived, and walked up the sidewalk toward the house. He hoped Yvonne wasn't too angry with him for standing her up the night before. He'd been on his way to pick Yvonne up when he encountered Nancy, and with the problems his adult lover was having, and what transpired between them, he never got to call Yvonne and tell her he wasn't coming.

Wondering what Yvonne's mood would be, he walked up the back steps and knocked on the kitchen door. He liked Yvonne a lot, and didn't want her to be angry with him. He hoped she'd listen, and would understand.

Yvonne opened the door in answer to his knock. The young woman standing there, glowering at him, was slim, a bit shorter than he, and had shoulder-length curly brown hair. She had on a blue and white striped top that looked like two strips of material crisscrossed over her chest. Below the top, a stretch of flawless belly showed. Her lean, but finely-formed hips and legs were covered by snug-fitting white jeans.

"You're kind of late, aren't you, Ben?" Yvonne said. She turned and walked into the kitchen and stood at the counter with her back to Ben. "You were supposed to be here last night at nine o'clock."

"Yvonne, I'm sorry," Ben said. "Something came up and..."

"Yeah, sure," the girl snapped. "I'm sure it was real important." Her tone of voice was sharp and cool and she didn't turn around.

"Look, Yvonne, I really am sorry," Ben said. "A...a friend of mine was in trouble and needed my help..."

"You could have called," the girl said.

"I'm sorry," Ben said. "I know I should have, but things were real crazy and I...well, I couldn't." He knew telling her he couldn't call because another woman was screwing his brains out wouldn't help smooth things out.

"I waited up," the girl said. "I...I was worried. I thought...maybe...you'd got in a crash or something. Then...then I got pissed."

Ben could hear the pain in her voice. "I really am sorry, Yvonne," he said. "It was really rude of me not to call."

"You got that right," Yvonne retorted. "Real rude."

Ben decided to take a chance. He walked across the kitchen and laid his hand on her shoulder gently. Yvonne jerked her shoulder away from his hand and tried to move away from him, but she didn't have much room to maneuver with the counter in front of her and Ben behind her.

 Ben tried a new tack. He slid his hands around her waist and let his fingers move lightly over her smooth, flat belly. He felt Yvonne quiver, then she stiffened.

"Ben, I'm really angry at you for standing me up," the girl said. "You aren't going to talk me out of it, either."

Ben's fingers kept roaming lightly over her belly and, once more, he felt her shudder. He felt his cock starting to stiffen. Partly that was because Yvonne was very sexy, but the fact that she was angry was also something of a turn-on. He leaned forward, kissed her neck, then he licked her ear.

"D...don't!" Yvonne said and leaned her head away from him. "You aren't going to get to me that easy," she whispered. "What...what you did last night sucks."

Ben was encouraged by the fact that she wasn't making more of an effort to move out of his arms. "So you're saying if I do this, you won't like it?" he asked. He slid his hands up under her top and cupped her breasts. At the same time, he pressed his stiffening cock against her firm buttocks. He also continued to kiss and nibble her ear and neck while her silky hair teased his face.

"B-B-Ben...don't..." Yvonne gasped, squirming, putting more pressure on his cock. The fleshy tube got harder. "I...I'm really...really...upset with you!" Even though that's what she said, she did nothing to get out of his grasp.

Ben began twirling her nipples with his fingers. He felt her body sag a bit and her hips began to move insistently, rubbing against his cock.

"Are you still angry with me, Yvonne?" Ben whispered while he continued to massage her firm breasts. "Do you want me to stop doing this and leave?"

Yvonne put her hands on top of his and pressed them against her breasts. "I...I should make you stop," she murmured. "After what...what you did last night..."

"Do you like this?" Ben whispered, his caresses continuing.

"God, yes, you know I do! I love it!! You're making me nuts!" Yvonne groaned.

 Ben slid his hands back down over her bare belly. Yvonne moaned softly and yet another tremor raced through her. He was turning her on!

Back upward his hands glided, to her breasts, which he again cupped. Once more his fingers slid back and forth over her swollen, rubbery nipples.

"Oh, Ben, I love the way you touch my breasts!" Yvonne purred, "When you touch me like that, I feel all funny inside!"

"I'm glad," Ben said. "Are your folks home?"

"N...no," they went up to the mountains for the weekend, "Yvonne murmured. "That's...that's why I was so pissed. I...I thought...we..."

Ben slid his hand back over her belly and undid the clasp at the waist of her jeans.

"Let's go...to...my...bed...room," Yvonne stammered.

"We will, in a second," Ben whispered as he slid his hand under the loosened waistband of jeans. His hand slid further down, inside her panties, through her sparse, silky pubic hair, and between her legs. He found her wet with excitement, and realized she was as turned on as he was!

When his fingers touched her center, Yvonne's hips shot forward, pressing her pulsing opening against his hand.

"Yes, Ben! Touch me there! Oh, God! Touch me, there!" she crooned, her hips gyrating as his fingers slid over her soaking pussy, exploring, titillating, exciting her. Her hand slid between them and gripped Ben's cock through his pants. "Yes! Oh, yes!"

Ben was having trouble standing, the elevated level of passion both of them were experiencing robbed them of their strength. Holding Yvonne against him, he backed toward a kitchen chair. As they moved, Yvonne's jeans slid down and she stepped out of them.

"Why...why don't we...go...to the...the bedroom?" she murmured. She shuddered when Ben took her clit between his thumb and forefinger and began stroking it. He undid his pants, which dropped around his ankles. He sat down on the chair, turned Yvonne around and pulled her onto his lap. His rigid cock strained against the damp panel of her panties, seeking entry to her warm, tight opening.

"We shouldn't do this here...in the...kitchen," Yvonne murmured as she put her arms around his neck and kissed him, "What...what if someone comes to the door?"

"Nobody's going to come," Ben reached between them, pushed her panties aside and, guiding his cock with his hand, thrust it into her. "Except you and me."

"Oh!" Yvonne gasped. Her hips began moving the minute his cock entered her. "God, Ben! Even...even if you...were a...jerk...you do know how to make me feel so good!"

Their overheated bodies labored wildly against each other, causing the chair to rock and creak as lust surged through them. Ben clutched Yvonne's ass and she clung to his neck as his cock continued it's frantic, plunging invasion, lashing around inside her, driving her wild.

"Now! Now!" Yvonne shrieked after a few minutes of frantic movement, "Take me, Ben! Take me now! Now! Yes! Uhhhh! Uhhhh!" Her body went into violent spasms and her arms locked around him frantically.

"Yeah!" Ben cried, exploding, hosing her insides with his torrid fluids.

Even though their need was sated, the two young people remained on the chair, their bodies still joined.

"God, did I ever need that!" Yvonne exclaimed breathlessly.

"So did I," Ben replied. He kissed her gently.

She leaned back and looked at him "I'm still pissed at you about last night," she said. "Who was the friend you had to help?"

"A guy I know," Ben replied, feeling a bit guilty about lying to her. "His girlfriend broke up with him and he got drunk and was talking about killing himself." He figured if he was going to lie, he might as well make it a good one.

"Oh?" Yvonne said, looking concerned. "Is it anyone I know?"

Ben shook his head. "You don't know him," he said. "He...he's not fr0m town and he goes to private school."

"So what happened?" Yvonne asked, a look of dismay on her face. "What did you do?"

"I just got him home, put him to bed, and stayed with him to make sure he didn't do anything stupid," Ben said. "His parents didn't get home until way late, too late to call you."

Yvonne hugged him. "I'm sorry, Ben," she said, "I guess I was really selfish to be jealous. My God! I was pissed and you were trying to help save your friend's life!"

"That's OK," Ben said, surprised at how easily the tall tale had come and how convincing he'd been. His cock, softening, slid from Yvonne, and the remnants of their joining dripped onto the floor under them.

Yvonne kissed Ben. "Come on, let's go up to my bedroom," she said as she lifted herself off him. "My folks won't be home until late tomorrow night. We've lost one whole night, I don't want to lose any more time."

Ben stood up, too, and, arms around each other, they walked up the stairs to the girl's bedroom, and got in her bed. They moved into each other's arms, kissed deeply, then their hands again began exploring warm flesh as the lovers gazed into other's eyes with deep feeling.

Ben kissed Yvonne, who stroked his face softly with her hand. He began gently caressing the breast nearest him. The nipple stiffened and swelling out of the flesh surrounding it.

"Oh, Ben!" Yvonne murmured. "That feels so awesome!"

"I hope it does," the young man said, "That's the whole idea. This ought to feel even better." He bent and drew the swollen bud of flesh between his lips.

Yvonne stirred and moaned as libidinous feelings spread through her.

After suckling both of his companion's breasts for awhile, Ben let the nipple he'd been suckling slip from his lips and looked at Yvonne. "You want me to stop?"

Yvonne grabbed his head and pressed it back against her breast. "No way! Not ever!" she exclaimed as her body began twisting sinuously. "Don't ever stop doing things like that to me!"

Ben's hands roved over Yvonne's lithe body, gliding over her smooth skin, teasing her, inflaming her need. Her body twisted and tossed as he explored it. She groaned softly when his Ben's hands hit a particularly sensitive spot on her anatomy.

Ben loved the way Yvonne was responding and used all of his considerable skill at love-making to bring her to an extremely high state of arousal.

"Oh, Ben! Oh, Ben! I need you! Please! Don't...Ohhhhh! Don't tease me! Please!" Yvonne begged, her body arching and straining. "Take me, Ben! Please! Take me!"

Ben rolled onto her and, as if drawn there by some invisible force, his rigid cock slipped into his lovely companion's snug, soaking wet fissure.

"Yes, Ben! That's it! That's what I want!" Yvonne cried, locking her legs behind his, pressing her pubic mound against him. "God, does that ever feel good!"

Ben straightened his arms, lifting his upper body off Yvonne, as he slammed his cock into her. He experienced wondrous sensations; warmth, sweet vibrations, and the clasping, milking action of the walls of her pussy around his impaled shaft, while his cock delved deep into Yvonne. A shudder of joy swept through him.

"Gonna come! Yvonne! Oh! Ohh! Yess!" he cried as rumblings began deep inside him. "Eeahh!" He erupted powerfully into Yvonne's writhing body.

"Take me, Ben! Yes! Oh, God! Oh! Oh! Ohhh!" his companion cried, her body straining against his, as a powerful orgasm swept through her. "Ben! Uhh! Uhhh! Uhhhh!"

Afterward, as they lay in Yvonne's bed, snuggled in each other's arms, the the phone rang.

Ben laughed. "Whoever that is has damn good timing," he said.

"Yeah," Yvonne agreed. "If they'd called a little earlier, they would have interrupted us."

"No way," Ben said. "I wouldn't have answered it, and I don't think you would have, either."

Yvonne leaned over Ben and picked up the phone. "Hello?" she said. "Oh...hi...Mom."

Ben, feeling devilish, began trailing his fingers lightly up and down Yvonne's bare back as she talked to her mother on the phone and she squirmed and shot him a partly angry look. He got a kick out of the discomfort his touch caused her as she tried to talk on the phone.

"Ah, I'm just fine, Mom," Yvonne said. "Don't worry. I'm not lonely, and I won't starve." She squirmed when Ben began to tickle her buttocks.

"Ohhh...OK..." Yvonne murmured. Ben was caressing the sides of her breasts now, giving her fits. "Ah...Mom, I...I was going to go to the Mall with Mandy. Can't...uhhh...can't we talk about this when you...uhhh...get home?"

"I...I love you, toooo," she gasped, "I'll see you and Dad tomorrow night, when you get home." She put the phone down and looked down at Ben. "You are impossible!" she exclaimed.

Ben was grinning at her. "Well," he said, "I got a hard-on from playing with you. What are you going to do about it?"

"How about this?" Yvonne asked. She slid up so she was astraddle his hips, raised herself, gripped his cock, and slid the tip back and forth between the lips of her vagina. "And then this," she said, lowering herself slowly, letting him slide into her. "And then this..." She began riding him, moving her hips.

Ben felt his cock lashing around inside Yvonne's hot cave and passion flooded him. He lay there, watching as her face grew more and more flushed with passion. Her petite breasts, nipples erect, jiggled as she rode him. It was, Ben thought, a lovely sight.

"Oh, Ben!!! I...ohh! I...I can't wait, dammit!" Yvonne exclaimed suddenly, her motions becoming more and more feverish. "I...I can't wait! Eeee! Ahh!!! Ahhh! Take me, Ben! Take me! Now! Noww!"

Ben, his eruption nearing, could lie still no more. He clutched her bobbing breasts and his thumbs rubbed her nipples as he spewed his seed into her with a groan of joy.

Afterward, as she lay in his arms, Yvonne looked at Ben lovingly. "I...I love you," she said. "I really do."

"I love you, too, Yvonne" Ben replied, and kissed her softly.

Yvonne stroked his face softly then kissed him lightly on the lips. "I'm sure glad our friends arranged that blind date," she whispered.

"Me, too," Ben said. He caressed one of her breasts softly.

Yvonne shuddered. "I don't believe it! God! When you touch me, it makes me feel all funny inside. Nobody's ever made me feel like that before. Not ever."

"It's...I've...ah...making love with you, it's...it's really wild," Ben said. "You're so beautiful..."

Yvonne blushed. "When you say that it makes me feel funny," she said. "Nobody ever said things like that to me before."

Ben kissed her. "You get used to it," he said, his lips moving down her wonderfully shaped neck, onto her chest. "Because if I have anything to say about it, I plan to say stuff like that to you for the rest of our lives."

Up the slope of a swollen breast his lips moved, toward a swelling nipple. Yvonne sighed with delight and her hands tangled in Ben's hair, pressing his face down against her flesh. "God!" she groaned.

With the edge removed from the intense need he'd felt earlier, Ben had control, the kind of control he needed to make love to her the way he really wanted to, thoroughly, slowly, savoring the taste and feel of her. He sucked the distended nub of flesh between his lips and lashed it with his tongue.

Yvonne squirmed and squealed with delight. He continued that action for a while, then kissed down into the valley between her breasts and up the slope of the other one, to that nipple. More delightful suckling, more groans of joy from his beautiful partner.

"Ben! Oh, God! You're so awesome!" Yvonne groaned. "Ohh!" Her body writhed and strained.

Ben, wishing he had more than one mouth so he could taste all of her at once, abandoned her breasts and began kissing his way down her belly. Her hands grabbed at him and moved over his body while his did the same to her.

"I want to do you!" Yvonne murmured. "I want to do you! Please!" She wriggled out from under him and pushed him onto his back.

Her hands and lips began working on him, driving him wild. She let her fingers trail down his chest, sending shudder after shudder of delight through him. Her lips tortured his nipples the way he'd done hers, and he moaned aloud with ecstasy. Every place she touched him felt like electricity was shooting into him! Her touch had turned him into one big over-stimulated pleasure nerve!

"My goodness!" Ben heard her murmur, "Look at this!"

"Uhhh!" he groaned, his hips rising off the bed, when Yvonne's small hands encircled his erection and began pumping it, the movement of her hands facilitated by the slick residue of their earlier joinings. "Yvonne! Oh, God!" he gushed. "Jesus! Does that ever feel wild!"

"I thought you might like that," the girl murmured as her hands kept moving.

"Ahh! Do...I...ever!" Ben groaned. His back arched even more when her mouth encircled the tip of his cock. He couldn't believe it! He couldn't stand it! It felt so good!

Up and down the swollen shaft Yvonne's mouth moved, engulfing him, then releasing him, while her hands continued stroking and teasing her as well. Tidal waves of passion rolled over Ben, each more delightful than the next.

Yvonne cupped and squeezed his balls, then she was kissing them, sucking each globe into her mouth in turn while her hands continued making him harder than he'd believed it was possible to get. If she kept it up much longer, he was going to come! He didn't have that much control!

"Oh, God! Yvonne! Yvonne!" he cried, "That feels too good! I...I can't stand it! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" His hips were pumping rhythmically, keeping time with the movements of her hands and mouth. He squeezed his eyes closed and pulled at the covers.

Her mouth left his cock, and before he realized what she was doing, it was engulfed in still more warmth and wetness, this time in a tighter, even more pleasurable grip. He felt her knees pressing against his sides, and her bottom began rubbing his thighs.

Ben opened his eyes. Once more, Yvonne was above him, her breasts jiggling delightfully, riding him. Her face was flushed, a mask of passion, and her hair flew wildly as she thrashed on his cock.

Ben grabbed her hips and hung on, driving up off the bed into her. She leaned forward and grabbed his shoulders for support. The movement brought her nipples close to Ben's face. He raised his head began sucking first one nipple, then the other.

"Ben! My God! My God! I'm so close! Ahhh! Again! Take me! Oh, Ben, take me!" Yvonne cried, her body going into spasms of delight. "Now! Now! Aaayeee!"

"Yeah! Oh, yeah!" Ben cried as his orgasm exploded along with hers. Thrills rippled through him, from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes.

Eventually their frenzied motions calmed, then stopped entirely. Yvonne collapsed on top of Ben and he held her. Yvonne was really a wonderful girl and, if he couldn't have Nancy Dillon, he could have a wonderful life with her.