America, the land of spiritual freedom, is a country that has developed itself to a point greater than any other nation in the history of man, in terms of science and technology. It has wrestled with disease, poverty and illiteracy and virtually wiped them out, improving the length and quality of life, and creating better living conditions for millions of people. And yet, the very technology which has accomplished miracles may prove to be the spiritual downfall of the people whose lives have been bettered.
When ours was an agricultural economy, a man and wife worked hard, but they worked side by side, their lives spent literally together. But with the advent of the industrial society, the wife was left at home, while her husband went off to a job in the city. Then, as now, it may have seemed to the two that their lives were no longer their own. They now saw each other early in the morning and, exhausted, late at night, and the husband took his meager vacation when it was convenient for his company.
The industrial society was indeed a benevolent dictator; it brought about shorter and shorter business hours, increased vacation time, work-saving appliances, and so forth. But what many people didn't realize was that the system, paradoxically, created substitute problems that have effectively wiped out man's newfound leisure time. Suburban living, traffic congestion, increasingly widespread strikes, and a business world so in gear that a man is expected to be on the job all day every day - all have contributed to keeping a husband and wife as separated as ever. Add to this the kind of job that requires a man to be away from home for extended periods of time on business trips, and the situation is intolerable. Yet many couples find themselves in just such a spot.
It has often been proposed that extramarital affairs are the result of overexposure to one's spouse. But what about the reverse? A man who sees more of the people he works with than he sees of his wife may be drawn naturally to the women around him in the office. And a woman who finds herself seemingly deserted and feeling like a prisoner in her own house may be unwittingly ripe for an illicit encounter. Which is not to say that either one of them was planning to take a lover; the psychological forces that work on them are far too complex and subconscious to be dismissed in so facile an explanation.
When does it begin? When a man is repeatedly too tired to make love in the evening? When his frayed nerves won't bear another discussion of rising food prices? When a woman finds she has nothing to talk to her husband about? When her criticisms of his company's demands bring on longer and louder arguments? Author Billie Monday has attempted to answer some of these disturbing questions in her latest novel, A Housewife's Playmates. With true insight and compassion, she examines the desperate struggle of two young people against the unnamable anxiety that threatens their marriage. The central couple in this story, Janice and Jerry Harper, are representative of any number of married people, while a second facet is presented in brief appearance of Tom and Martha Carey. Ultimately, though, the way in which the Harpers' situation is resolved perhaps holds a warning to us all about the way we are allowing ourselves to be emotionally robbed by a system which feeds on itself.
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Chapter One
Driving into center city was always a bitch, but Janice particularly hated making the trip in such stifling summer heat, and she drummed her fingers furiously on the back of the car seat as she waited for the light to change. The traffic was heavy and getting worse as rush hour approached, but it was more the suffocating atmosphere of the heat-hung inner city and the memories it brought back which made the dark-haired woman uneasy.
The signal switched to green, and Janice floored the pedal of the big Pontiac as though speed would somehow wipe out the thoughts that were plaguing her mind. She slipped into the right-hand lane so she could turn onto the expressway heading out of Philadelphia, but there were still several blocks of traffic lights before she would reach the on-ramp. Silently she cursed the man who had set all the lights against her, as she slammed on her brakes for one red after another. It was already four o'clock, and she wanted to get going on the expressway before the rush hour traffic really got thick. Cripes! Did everyone live in the suburbs now? When the shops closed, the roads out of Philadelphia became so congested that it seemed as though no one stayed in town. Even the freeway would be slowed to a snail's pace if she didn't get on it soon.
The fan was blowing hot air across her legs, and she swore as she turned the air-conditioner on full blast. It seemed hard to believe that just a few miles north at her home in Chestnut Hill it would be cool and green and refreshing when it was so sweltering here in town. Looking out at the shimmering skyscrapers, Janice felt suddenly sorry for her husband Jerry. How could he stand to commute to the city every day and then sometimes be stuck in a town for a week at a time on a business trip, and all in this heat? The weekends were too short to make it worthwhile.
The heat always depressed Janice, for it had been on just such a day when she was eighteen that her father had died. It was the sensation of impending doom that the heat made her feel, like being in the eye of a storm with something horrible about to happen, when the air was so hot and unmoving and still that you couldn't breathe. And she didn't think she'd ever forget the feeling of shock and numbness she'd experienced when discovering her father dead. The two of them had been everything to each other since her mother's death so many years before, and Janice hadn't been at all prepared to lose the very center of her young life. Her mother was just a memory, but her dad had been her whole family, and she'd thought he'd probably live forever. For weeks after the funeral, she cried at the drop of a hat, but it took much longer than that for the anger and hurt to subside.
He had left her very well off for a girl of eighteen, but having plenty of money wasn't like having a father; it didn't stop the incredible loneliness that twisted up her insides. And little by little the loneliness turned to resentment. The money was like a symbol of what had killed him, of the way he had driven himself, and she showed her hatred for it by ignoring the fact of her newfound wealth as much as possible. She let the bank handle the entire estate, and lived on very little of what they offered her. She moved out of the big house she'd shared with her father and into a small apartment near the University of Pennsylvania, and buried herself in studies that effectively blocked all thoughts of her future or past.
It was in a political science course that she first met Jack Harrington, and because of his good looks and easy manner she agreed to go out with him. It had been her first real date with a boy, and she'd been a little alarmed about how to act.
Reaching the on-ramp to the expressway, Janice guided her car into the four-lane crush as she thought about that first eventful date with Jack. The freeway traffic was moving even slower than on the streets behind, and she frowned as she adjusted her driving for the crawling pace. She wondered how many years it had been since she'd seen Jack - eight? Nine? About that, she thought in dismay at her own advancing age, but she could see his face in her mind as though it had been last week.
The dress she'd worn that night had been a pale blue sheath that molded tightly to her lush young curves and echoed the shade and clarity of her eyes. She had felt mysterious and alluring in it, and had no idea how sensual it really made her look. Her blue-black hair hung in gentle waves about her milk-white neck, setting a frame for the smooth, proud uplift of her breasts just below. The sheath tapered in at her waistline and then swelled voluptuously out over her hips and full-rounded buttocks, to finish up a few inches above her knees in accentuation of her long, shapely legs. Seeing her in class, Jack had thought her a cute-looking chick, but tonight she looked like dynamite!
"You look swell, Janice," was all he could manage to say, as he stared from her legs to her breasts to her glistening red lips. He didn't move from the apartment doorway, and Janice was afraid that his silence meant he really didn't quite approve of her outfit. Was it the boy's resemblance to her father that made her feel she needed his approval? Was it because Jack was about a head taller than she, and made her feel little and weak and in need of protection?
"Uh, thanks, Jack," she finally said. "Would you like to come in a minute while I get my coat?" Jack took the coat she produced, and held it for her as he glanced around her small apartment.
"Looks like a pretty nice place you've got," he said. The apartment was comfortable by student standards, and Jack had no idea that his date could afford a penthouse if she'd wanted it, for Janice never spoke about her financial situation and lived on as little of the trust money as she could. But tonight was a big night, so she'd splurged and bought this new dress and the apartment was spruced up a bit more than usual.
Janice wasn't sure how to act with Jack, and she'd decided to stay completely open to whatever he might suggest, so when he asked if she liked pizza, she said yes, even though she didn't much care for it. They drove to a place way down in the Italian section of south Philadelphia that Jack said had the best pizza ever made, and Janice found she had to agree. She ate more of it than she thought she'd ever have room for.
Jack had a way of making her feel totally at ease, and she couldn't stop laughing all through dinner because of his comic descriptions of the food they were eating, the other customers, the professors they shared, and everything else. Jack was twenty-one, and even the wine he ordered with dinner turned into a joke when an olive from his pizza fell into it. Janice was laughing so hard, she hardly had time to think about the fact that the waitress had brought her a wine glass too without even asking for proof of her age. All in all it was turning into a fine evening, and the dark-haired teenager was very glad she'd accepted her fellow student's invitation.
After the pizza, they went to see a movie near her apartment, and when the movie was over and it was time for a goodnight kiss, Janice found she didn't want such an enjoyable time to come to an end so soon. Instead she suggested that they go up to her place for some coffee, and a surprised Jack readily agreed.
Jan didn't know what she was planning, really, or what she might be letting herself in for, but she knew she didn't want to say goodnight just yet. She'd never given much thought to sexual experience as it had not been an important part of her life up to that point. She had no fears or hang-ups about it, but felt that it should be something meaningful. But if her father had still been alive, she wouldn't have dreamed of trying anything with Jack that night. As it was, though, she felt alone and free and responsible to no one but herself.
"Make yourself at home, Jack, while I get the coffee," she said once they'd reached the apartment. Elated by the experience of the evening out with him, she whistled as she put water on to boil and prepared two cups for coffee. Then she fussed with her hair and dress to make sure she still looked all right, wondering what kind of impression she'd made on him and if he would ask her out again.
"Cream and sugar?" she called to him as she was pouring the hot water into the cups.
"No, black's the way I like it."
When Janice carried the cups of steaming coffee into her small living room, she saw that her date had taken off his jacket and settled down on the studio couch that doubled as her bed at night. He was leaning back on the throw pillows and studying her every movement with great attention, so that Janice almost dropped the coffee from sheer nervousness. For some reason she couldn't quite explain, her own eyes swept down Jack's long lean body and stopped at the slight, fascinating bulge in the front of his pants. Feeling sort of like an animal hypnotized by a preying snake, she continued across the room, handed Jack his cup, and sat down beside him on the couch.
"Thanks a lot for such a nice evening, Jack," she said, raising her cup to sip the hot liquid.
"It's not over yet," he replied with a smile, and he took her coffee cup from her hand and placed it on the table next to his.
Janice was startled by the older student's sudden move, but made no attempt to resist what she knew was going to be a long warm kiss. He was pulling her body up tight against his, and when his lips closed wetly over hers, she felt an electric sensation rippling through her flesh, and she stiffened her body against the unexpected pleasure. Her first she supposed to respond? She was trying to think clearly about the whole thing, and finding it harder and harder to think at all as she felt the strength in his hard young body, as his lips massaged hers, and as his breath in her ear sent wild tingles of rapture shooting down through her innocent flesh to the very center of her moistening vagina.
Totally confused by the conflict of thought and sensation, she wondered if Jack intended to seduce her. After all, they weren't saying goodnight yet, and it was a pretty heavy kiss. Seduction! She forced herself to concentrate on the thought, determined to make up her mind about her virginity one way or the other tonight. The delightful warmth that seemed to flow outward from her loins was clouding her thoughts, but she fought doggedly to examine her position with great care. Did she want to lose her virginity to Jack tonight, or not? At the same time as she kept asking herself this question and getting no answer, the eighteen year old brunette felt herself being slowly overwhelmed by Jack's freely exploring hands. Her body was responding without waiting for her mind to decide, so she just relaxed and tried to follow her date's lead.
Jack felt Janice's tenseness seem to melt away, and he took it as a sign that she wanted him to fuck her. He didn't once stop to think that she might be a virgin, but instead assumed that she would be an experienced and willing partner in sex. She had been so casual about everything all evening, right down to inviting him to her place for coffee. He ceased his soul-searching kiss, and looked down into Jan's half-closed blue eyes.
"Oh, baby," he groaned, "I'm going to fuck you so well you won't be able to move for a week!" His hands shook with excitement as he began at once to undo the hook at the back of her dress.
Janice was stunned into complete silence by his crude-sounding words. His direct and simple statement had shattered the idealistic image she'd had of what a sexual encounter would be, but his dark eyes still held a mystery that lured her onward. The animal promise in his voice, and the urgent passion in his actions were something she wanted to experience for herself, and she didn't resist when he unzipped her dress. She was eager to know what sex was all about.
Jack lowered the short sleeves of her blue sheath down along her arms until the front of the dress was clear off her tight, brassiere-encased breasts. The top of the dress hung loosely around Janice's waist, the soft baby-blue material a pleasing complement to her smooth white belly. His eyes were locked on the lacy brassiere cups that thrust her voluptuous breasts up proudly in the air, and he reached around behind her back to unfasten the hooks holding the restraining cloth in place. It fell away from her body as if pushed by her succulent white flesh in its impatience to be free, and her lushly rounded breasts swayed in overjoyed relief before his eyes, the tiny pink nipples bursting with the promise of ripeness.
The soft warm sight made Jack even more excited, and his hardening penis lurched up more erect in the tight confines of his pants. Drunk with ideas of what he was going to do to this sexy young chick, he leaned forward and began sucking slowly at one pink-flushed nipple.
"Oooooohhhh!" Janice gasped as the liquid warmth of his mouth closed over her sensitive flesh and he suckled the tip of her breast like a baby. She still didn't know quite what to make of Jack's bold actions, or where he might go from here, but it all felt so heavenly that she had no thought of stopping him. He was being so gentle with her that she felt honored instead of embarrassed at being half-naked in front of him, and the pleasure his lips and tongue were giving her was greater than anything she had experienced before in her young life. It felt so good, she wanted him to do whatever would make him feel happy too.
The sucking young student was unable to slow the urgency of his passion when he felt Janice's fingers softly stroking through his hair and down his neck. God! He had to have her body submissive under his blood-rigid penis, had to probe deep into her hidden flesh for the passion that was so obviously waiting there to be released. Trying to even his pace, he licked and sucked at the taut little nipple in his mouth, while his hand ran under her bunched-up dress across the warm flat expanse of her belly toward the area of her most secret flesh. But her dress was like a handcuff around his wrist, and stood up and pulled her up beside him in order to get rid of the offending cloth.
It took a couple tugs to get the tight sheath free of the womanly flare of her hips, but as soon as it was puddled around her ankles. Jack immediately thrust his thumbs under the narrow elastic waistband of her lacy panties and began urging them in the same direction. Down they went over her firm-fleshed thighs and shapely calves to land atop her discarded blue sheath on the floor. Then Jack lifted her free and returned her naked to the sofa-bed.
Not wanting to protest her date's actions in any way, Janice stayed completely relaxed as she was stripped of her clothes. She expected to feel shame at being totally naked in front of a man, but instead she felt a kind of closeness that was new to her. It was as though they were sharing something good and something secret, and making themselves vulnerable to each other was part of the satisfying ritual.
Once back on the studio couch, Jack's mouth again closed wetly over the sensitive pink tip of her breast. The wild hot sensation that spread out through her helpless body from the nerve ends there sent the young girl's mind whirling into a maelstrom of pleasure and passion, and suddenly she knew that his fingers belonged in between her legs, massaging the tiny aching bud of her clitoris where it pulsed with unbearable heat in the soft protective folds of her pussy lips. But he seemed to have guessed her desire, and she opened her thighs wide to his advance as she felt his big hand move gently over her warm flat belly and down toward the sparsely curling "vee" of her pubic hair.
Without her panties and dress in the way, Jack's finger-tips traced the shape and form of Janice's naked pussy mound, and the silken feel of her glossy dark pubic hair was like an invitation to the treasure which waited beneath. Her tight pussy curls circled his lewdly probing finger as he worked it in between the hair-fringed lips of her cunt, searching for the tiny swollen bud of her clitoris which held the key to all her latent passion.
Janice bolted in sudden fear at what was happening to her when she felt Jack's extended finger press hard against that sensitive button and felt the explosive reaction of her innocent loins to his brazen touch. The electric feeling of complete arousal was rapidly engulfing her entire body, spreading outward in warm ripples of fire from the point where his finger was insistently massaging her pulsating clitoris. She could sense the moisture growing between her quivering pussy lips and then trickling down the inside of her thighs in a warm wet stream that only made the fires in her belly burn more brightly. She had never felt such crazy irresistible sensations in her womb before, and it seemed as though they were taking over her mind and body and all her senses. Was this what it was like to be seduced, she wondered.
Jack had ceased to exist for the dark-haired young teenager. He was no longer a person with needs and desires like hers, but a nameless, faceless instrument of her pleasure. She lay with her eyes closed and her full-lipped mouth slightly open, oblivious to her date, oblivious to everything but his strong hard hand up between her legs, making her feel soooo goooood!
Jack felt the moisture at the opening of Janice's vagina with his fingers and knew that she was ready for him. With a last quick lick at her naked breasts, he pushed himself up from the couch and began stripping off his clothes. His already half-erected penis throbbed slowly higher as he gazed down at the soft white female flesh that would soon be writhing and twisting in undeniable passion beneath him.
His eyes were glued to the dark-fringed mound of the panting girl's pussy, and through the sparse curls he could see the glistening wetness gathering at the tiny opening to her womb. She lay unmoving on the sofa-bed, her full-mounded breasts softly rising and falling with her excited breathing, and her gaze locked on his still hardening young cock.
When Jack had jumped up from the couch, Janice had thought he was leaving her to her own amusements for the moment. But she watched through half-closed eyes as he pulled off his clothes, waiting to see that one aspect of the male animal that she had never seen before. Then as her date's blood-swollen member pushed free of his restricting pants, her mind recoiled in surprise at its alarming size. She hadn't expected to find a man's penis so thick and long and heavy looking. Transfixed by the sight, she studied the fleshy instrument with deliberate care. The blunt bulbous head was thick and purplish, and the narrow slit in the middle had tiny drops of milk-white fluid nestled just inside. The desire-thickened shaft was ridged with sinew and blood vessels and rose up like a tree trunk from the bushy dark tangle of Jack's pubic hair. The thought of having that frighteningly large rod of flesh pushing up inside her narrow unstretched vagina made Janice tremble in fear, but at the same time she knew that half her trembling was from excitement. She wanted to feel that hot hard weapon driving deep into her tingling belly!
"Are you going to put all of that inside me?" she asked, her voice hardly more than a squeak.
The question caught Jack off guard as he was finishing his strip. It dawned on him that this lush-bodied girl might actually be a virgin, and the idea of being the first to fuck her almost drove him wild with lust. With a grunt and a nod to her question, he tensed and stopped breathing, ready to catch her if the reality of what they were going to do made her bolt for the door. But Janice just lay there on the pillows waiting for him to make the next move.
Jack knelt up on the couch and took her knees in his hands to push her long legs wide apart. Her complete openness to his hungry gaze made her feel a little embarrassed again, and she could tell that he was looking only at her widespread cuntal flesh. A hot blush warmed her neck and cheeks, but she was sure Jack didn't notice, for his attention was riveted elsewhere. Slowly he leaned forward and ran his tongue through the few curly black hairs tracing a path from her navel to the "Vee" between her legs. And as he bent over her, Janice glanced again at the massive rod of hardened male flesh hovering out from his muscular loins in a threatening stance above her tender pussy. With a shudder of fearful excitement, she closed her eyes, still seeing it in her mind as she felt his tongue move wetly across her belly and begin probing into the soft moist folds of her quivering vagina.
Nine years later Janice could still recall the electric jolt that had smashed through her body at the first-time feel of a man's tongue touching her clitoris. Oh God, what a feeling! Her body had seemed to lurch right up off the sofa-bed as the liquid fire rushed through every inch of her flesh and set her womb clenching and burning till she thought she'd scream. A low sensual moan escaped her parted lips, and in surprise at the sound of her own voice in her ears, she clamped her mouth tightly shut, afraid that her cries might deter Jack from such pleasure-giving ministrations. His teeth nipped without mercy at the small bursting bud of her clitoris and then his mouth pushed wetly into the tender flesh of her virgin pussy, and she thought she would pass out, it felt so good. Her mind had given over control to her senses, and her body was a slave to the tongue licking fire through her tingling loins.
In pained disappointment, Janice arched her hips up toward her fellow-student's retreating face and moaned out her pleas for him to return. But he pushed her back down and pulled her knees up and back, exposing the entire tongue-wet plane of her cunt to his lusting gaze. Moving quickly, he trapped her legs out wide by pressing his own legs against them, and his desire-engorged penis was now pointing directly at the place his tongue had been. Janice raised her head up to see what Jack was doing, and her eyes opened wide as she again saw the lust-rigid cudgel of flesh bobbing nakedly over her unprotected pussy. Close to the tiny opening to her womb as it now was, it looked even bigger than it had a short while ago, and the inexperienced young teenager couldn't control the fear of its tearing her apart. It was like a giant column of hard jerking flesh made ready to plunge into her innocent belly, a blunt-tipped sword of fire.
Janice cringed at her total nakedness as the cool air moved across her saliva-moistened cunt and down between the spread cheeks of her buttocks. She felt Jack lift her legs back even farther and press his hips forward, and she knew the moment had arrived. She jumped as his lust-inflamed penile head made contact with her naked flesh and then slowly insinuated itself in along her pussy lips until the full hard shaft lay extended the entire length of her cowering slit.
Jack began moving his hips back and forth, his penis grasped by her tightly curling pussy hair and stroking her exposed cuntal flesh with his swollen hardness. He was still half-kneeling between her open white thighs, and Janice couldn't drag her eyes away from the angry red tip of his cock as it moved tauntingly back and forth across her hair-fringed cunt. Her fear of being torn apart was rapidly being replaced by a need to have that massive weapon deep inside her!
"Put it in, Jack! Please put it inside me!" she whispered softly without looking at his face.
But Jack was relishing every minute of his artful seduction and wanted to make it last as long as possible. The helpless position of this girl he now knew to be a virgin was driving him crazy with lust, and he wanted to hear her beg him to fuck her.
"You ready for it now?" he asked in a husky voice.
"Y-yes, but please be gentle, Jack."
"Tell me what you want, then!" he commanded. "Say you want me to fuck you!"
Janice wasn't shocked by his lewd demand, but rather took it as a part of the ritual to which she was being initiated. There wasn't any obscene word she wouldn't use if it would hurry Jack up. God! Her belly was burning for his penis to ram deep inside, and the sensuous stroking of her exposed pussy flesh was making her need all the more urgent.
"Fuck me, Jack! I want you to fuck me now!" she whimpered through clenched teeth.
"Tell me how you want it," he insisted. "Tell me you want my big cock shoved deep inside your tight little cunt!" Jack was enjoying her submissive responses, and he shoved his hips forward, sliding his cock along her steaming pussy to emphasize his words.
Oh God! Why didn't he just fuck her? She couldn't stand this waiting. Was she always going to have to say such things in order to get a man to fuck her?
"Put your cock in my tight cunt," she said. Then she went on before he could make another demand. "Oh Jack, I want your cock inside me! Fuck me with your big hard cock! Please! Right now!"
Her lewd words pounded into Jack's brain and seared a path down to his lust-tensed loins, galvanizing him into action. With a groan, he leaned forward over her squirming young body, and at the same time threw his hips back so that only the blood-thickened tip of his penis was pressing into the passion-wet folds of her pussy. He was bracing himself with his hands on either side of her shoulders, and he looked straight into her soft blue eyes as he said, "Put your hand around my cock and put it in your cunt!"
Meekly, Janice reached down between their naked bodies, and wrapped her fingers around the hotly throbbing shaft of male flesh. Thrilling at the hard-soft heated touch of the first penis she'd ever had in her hand, she thought she could actually feel the blood pulsing inside. She wiggled her hips beneath his pressuring cock, working the rubbery tip from side to side to get it in between the lips of her wet hair-covered vagina and position it over the tiny entrance to her womb. When the path was clear, she was suddenly shocked by a splitting pain down there where all had been tingles of delight just a second before.
"Aaaaiiieeee! N-nooooo, waaaiiitttt!" she screamed as Jack shoved viciously forward into the tightly resisting passage. She hadn't expected it to hurt so much, and she tried desperately to squirm away from his unrelenting inward pressure. Oh God, it felt as though her flesh were ripping apart from the steady increase of force as his hips pushed forward with more and more strength. The pain between her legs grew hotter and hotter as her virginal cunt attempted to repel the unwanted invader, and then an explosion of fire seemed to rip her loins as the giant blood-engorged cockhead wormed its way into the tight, ovally stretching mouth of her cunt.
"Aaaaggghhhhh!" Janice groaned in agony as the intense pain seared through her skewered body. She cried out for mercy, but the insistent force moved deeper inside her burning passage.
She was still holding the instrument of her own torture in her hand, and when she realized this, she tried to push it away and twist her aching body out from under, but she was hopelessly pinned down by Jack's strong young body. Then she saw that only the tip of the long thick shaft had penetrated her pain-racked vagina, and she trembled in renewed fear at the thought of how painful the rest of his entry would surely be. She was about to beg Jack to stop when he ground his hips down between her open legs again.
"Auuwwwhhhhh! Nooooooo!"
The blood-heavy cock-shaft drove deeper into her tight young cuntal passage, expanding her vagina to its full lust-thickened size. With self-assured slowness, he pressed his long cock deeper into her aching virginal flesh and felt her cringe each time he gained an inch. The pain was less than it had been on his first entry, but Janice was so tense from the first flash of pain in her cunt that she didn't realize the worst was already over. Convinced that she couldn't withstand the huge penis plowing into her untried body, she fought its continuing entry with all her fast-ebbing strength. Her struggle was hopeless, and at last she gave herself up to the unavoidable pain in final defeat, just as Jack's lust-bloated cockhead bored through the fragile tissue of her hymen and slammed into the soft cushiony surface of her cervix.
"Oooooouuuuu!" she gurgled, as much in surprise as in pain, at the sudden filling of her no-longer-virginal cunt. Jack's murderous loins had crashed into her pelvis with unrestrained force, and his wiry pubic hair was now mashed maddeningly against the wide-stretched lips of her wet pussy. His deep-sunk penis began to jerk uncontrollably in the fist-tight warmth surrounding it, and she thought her cunt would go flying apart at the seams if he made one false move.
Feeling like the prey just gored by his spear, Janice groaned with the misery of the huge pulsating member thrust far up into her defenseless body. She had closed her eyes at the first pain, and now she was afraid to open them for fear of seeing the huge sword lunge farther into her belly. She held her breath, but the only movement was the slow jerking of his flesh patiently waiting for her to adjust to its size.
Little by little the eighteen year old brunette realized that the sensitive parts of her body were still sending messages of pleasure to her brain. The hair on Jack's chest was brushing tantalizingly against her tautly stiffened nipples, and his warm breath was tingling in her ear and down her neck. His pubic hair was scraping back and forth against her passion-inflamed clitoris, and her own hands were still locked on the cheeks of his buttocks as if to keep him from leaving her cock-hungry womb. She opened her eyes to look down between their lewdly joined bodies, and at the sight of his hairy loins pressed hard against her widespread thighs, she felt a sudden rush of excitement at the thought of her first seduction. Aware again of the pleasure she expected to have from the experience, she forgot once and for all about the pain that had marred the beginning of such a fine experiment.
"Aaaahhhhh!" Janice breathed softly when Jack flexed his lengthy rod inside her stretched vagina, but her cry was not from pain. The flames of her rekindled desire were licking hotly along her ragged nerve ends again, and in the pleasure of the moment she remembered why she had so willingly yielded to her date's amorous advances.
Using her feet and shoulders as pivotal points, Janice thrust her loins upward to feel the wiry friction of his pubic hair against her cock-pierced wet pussy flesh. As she wiggled her buttocks with growing pleasure, Jack began to withdraw his long hard rod from the depths of her deflowered vagina, and she raised up with him, trying to keep from losing him altogether. He backed off until only the thick rubbery head of his dark-veined penis remained inside her tight vaginal opening, and he hovered there above her, watching Janice trying to shimmy her cunt back up over his long sinewy cock. Then he slowly and deliberately sank his swollen hardness back into her warm waiting cunt. The walls of her vagina parted before his blunt-tipped cock as it slid down the recently ravaged passage, and then her cunt closed tightly around the thick shaft, the nerves lining the moist walls transmitting every part of its rudely throbbing form to her brain. She clung breathless to every moment of the long downstroke, and when he finally reached his maximum depth, she could feel the sac of his cum-inflated testicles slap lightly against the open crack of her uptilted buttocks. Oh God, it felt good! And she spread her legs out as wide as she could to make his next plunge go even deeper.
Again Jack raised up to withdraw his excited cock from the smooth liquid warmth of her loins. Then pushing forward faster, he slammed into her clasping pussy with greater force, and his jouncing balls smacked sensuously against her small puckered anus.
"Aahhhhhaahhhaahhhh!" Janice chanted from the crazy sensations which danced up her spine. His balls hanging so hotly against her anus and tickling her back there were making her shudder all over with repressed sexuality. Gone was the pain she'd felt at first, gone the questions of right and wrong. All she could think of was being pounded again and again by the lust-crazed rod of flesh in her hungry cunt!
"Yes! Oh Jack, yes! Fuck me, fuck me hard!" she encouraged him as he began to saw in and out in a steady rhythm, stroking the sizzling passage of her vagina into a white-hot frenzy. The pistoning motion of his cock sent ripples of pleasure rolling through her helpless body with even greater intensity, and she arched herself up to him to follow the rhythm of his loins. As he drove forward on the downstroke, her hips met his, and as he pulled away, she fell back against the sofa-bed. All Janice wanted or needed was centered in that counterpoint rocking, and her thoughts were only on the pleasure that cock was giving her, and not once on the man who was driving that cock.
Tonight was her first sexual experience, an episode she hadn't planned on, but the beginning of an awareness of her body that would have to be satisfied again and again.
The fire deep in her womb grew hotter and hotter, as Jack's already massive penis seemed to burgeon with every thrust he made between her willingly wide-held thighs. His long moistened cock-shaft slid in and out with greater ease, while the walls of her insanely grasping cunt were wrapping and squeezing over every inch of the blood-hardened length as he carried her along to heights of pleasure she had never imagined. The tempo increased with each desperate lunge, a passionate urgency creeping into every move and moan they made.
Janice felt as though her whole mind and body were concentrated in the sensitive walls of her cunt, and the pleasure of the pistoning cock within was the center of her universe. The frantic rolling motion of their bodies fucking nakedly on the couch made the whole world around her become a part of her pleasure, and she felt as though she were being completely consumed by the thick hard rod of flesh pounding crazily into her belly. She wanted to milk this instrument of pleasure for every sensual experience it could offer, and she drew her legs up as high as she could, flexing her cuntal muscles around the joy-giving thickness skewering back and forth inside.
Then she sensed a new thrill beating at her brain for recognition, and slowly her mind fought through a haze of sensual arousal to identify the source. Jack was pressing one of his fingers in between the open cheeks of her gyrating buttocks, brazenly seeking her anus. She let out a sigh of delight when he located the sensitive little nether circle, then yelped as his finger popped inside the narrow passage. But the new pain in her anus was quickly lost in the enjoyment of their fucking, and Janice felt thrilled anew at being totally open to this additional lewd probing of her body. With a cry of sheer joy, she bucked up wildly against the two lustfully skewering instruments, wanting to be smothered and shattered by the force of feeling now surging through her helpless flesh.
The blood-engorged head of the huge penis screwing deep inside her womb seemed to swell up larger and begin vibrating uncontrollably in the depths of her belly. Any minute now, she knew it was going to start spewing out its hot liquid cum, and the sympathetic tightness in her own loins told her that she was ready too! It felt like her insides were going to explode, as the massive penis sank deep into her steaming young vagina and stopped, filling her passage to the hilt. And when the first hot stabs of churning semen rushed up the length of the thickly buried column and crashed wildly against her cervix, Janice was catapulted into an ecstasy she could hardly believe!
"Oooohhhhh Goddddd! Don't stop! I'm cummmiiinnngggg!" she wailed, as the mighty cock began to flood her convulsing vagina with its sticky hot cum. Her hips arched up to take the spending rod as deep as it would go into her cunt, while every drop of the hot sperm shooting from the jerking tip pushed her teenage body to still greater heights of sensual delight. Her womb seemed to shower out her own climax around the pulsating cock-shaft, the entire length of the passage contracting again and again with sensation-building bursts of heat.
"Oooohhh, fuck hard!" she pleaded. "Yes! Aaaahhh! Fuck hard!!!" Her moans grew in intensity and pitch as her body soared to a wild pinnacle of pleasure. Her fingernails raked the flesh of his back as she pulled frantically to have his body pressed hard on her every nerve. Her full heaving breasts were smashed against his strong young chest, and she arched her pelvis up to receive all the gushing fluid from his ejaculating penis. Her own warm viscous cum spilled out of her contracting cunt around the thick hairy base of his jerking cock, and ran slowly down the crevice of her upturned buttocks. On and on it went, until finally her love-filled body seemed drained of all energy.
She lay beneath his panting form, gasping for breath while the eruptions in her belly slowly died down, and thinking that this evening's date had indeed turned out to be interesting and educational!
Chapter Two
The farther north in Philadelphia Janice drove, the thinner the traffic got. The heat had already begun to dissipate, and the trees and grass along Wissahickon Creek looked cool and inviting. Her depression was gone, no longer inspired by the oppressiveness of center city, and now she could drive faster as an accent to her new emotions. It had taken her thirty-five minutes for what should have been a twelve-minute drive this far, and in all that time the mild burning sensation in the pit of her belly had been getting worse. She scolded herself for thinking back to her first sexual experience and getting herself excited.
Squirming around on the car seat until she was in a position to have her tingling vagina pressing against the cushion, she laughed at her own weakness. As she often did, she began wondering what had happened to Jack Harrington since that very eventful night in their lives ... at any rate, in her life. After he had rid her of the burden of her virginity and given her such a stunning introduction to the joys of the flesh, Janice had had nothing to do with him. Hurt and angry, he had dropped out of the political science class where they'd met, and Jan saw him only once more, briefly, that semester, and then only from a distance. She was sure he had seen her and was avoiding her, and she couldn't really blame him. But by the same token, she was glad she didn't have to talk to him, because it would have meant acting phony and casual about their previous encounter. The minute Jack had left her small apartment that evening, she had made up her mind not to see him again. Afraid of his becoming possessive or demanding because of what they'd shared, she figured the best time to cut it off was before anything else happened.
But much as she didn't want any emotional involvement, the eighteen year old coed couldn't cut herself off from her newly discovered sexual pleasures, and so she became more open with the other men she met at school. At first it would be several dates before they got around to making love, and then she would stop seeing that particular guy. Never did she allow a man to fuck her more than once, and maybe because of that and because it was getting to be too long between fucks, she started to let herself go on the first or second date. By the end of the semester, she'd run through quite a number of young men, and word was getting around about how easy she was to lay. Then, just after final exams, she was asked out by a boy who seemed very shy and unsure of himself. He told her a friend of his said all she wanted to do was fuck, but that he really wanted to take her out. At first Janice was furious, but then she realized that the boy was inexperienced and probably afraid of going to bed with her. She ended up seducing him, and that was the last time she ever went out with anyone from the university.
She took a small place in the rolling hills of Bucks County for the summer to sort out her thoughts and think about where her life was going. It was during that time that she met Jerry Harper, and three months later they were married.
Jerry was eight years older than Janice and had just been promoted to district sales manager for a company that sold business machines. He had an infectious smile that seemed to go naturally with his tall dark bearing, and he struck Janice as an optimist from the moment she saw him. He never seemed to be concerned about anything, and the late hours he put into his job didn't bother him in the least. It was that natural cheerfulness that attracted Janice to him, and yet he never really asked her for a date. She just sort of tagged along when he went out to dinner, and sometimes while he was away on business trips there would be something he needed done and she'd do it, and so at the end of three months it seemed natural that they should get married.
Of course the subject of finances came up. Jerry had been living it up as a bachelor, and so had almost no savings. His new salary was pretty good, but still the money wouldn't start rolling in until he had developed the job to the degree he knew was possible. Janice didn't know why, but at that moment she told Jerry how wealthy she was. He laughed for ten minutes at her apparent joke, and was still laughing when she got out her latest bank statement in a fit of pique and showed him the balance. That sobered him up, but he still had a million questions about why she lived the way she did when she was so rich. That was the only time Janice could remember ever being mad at him. And that was the first time she and Jerry made love.
After they were married, Jerry made her agree that they wouldn't touch the principal in the trust, but she insisted that they enjoy the money and live on the full interest rather than putting it back into the fund as she had been doing all the time. Their first large purchase was the house on Chestnut Hill, and that was where they spent their honeymoon, since Jerry couldn't take time off from his new job. But they pretended they were on a honeymoon during the time they spent moving into the house. They shopped for furniture on the weekends, and on their first night in the house they had to sleep on the floor because the bed hadn't arrived yet.
Guiding the car along the backroads of Chestnut Hill now, Janice wondered if Jerry would be late getting home that evening. It was Friday, and usually on Fridays he was tied up in sales meetings till well after eight. She had understood her husband's pride in staying with his job instead of loafing on her money, but on sweltering days like this she was a little sorry he didn't quit working altogether. They certainly didn't need his salary, but she knew it was important to him to feel like the family provider. She let Jerry handle all the accounts as she wanted to make him feel happy, and anyway she wouldn't have known how to take care of it even if she'd wanted to. Finances were simply beyond her way of thinking. She had long ago learned to be patient with her husband's job, but she hoped that tonight he wouldn't be too late when all this thinking about her first sexual experience had made her red hot for his cock!
Janice turned the big Pontiac into the tree-lined street where they lived, then turned hard right again to drive up to the garage. Their house was at the edge of a cul-de-sac on slightly more than an acre of land, and since they had moved in some eight years ago, several new ranch-style homes had been built on up the street from their property. At first they thought the new construction would spoil their view of the old estates nearby, but the homes were expensive and tasteful and completely in keeping with the tone of Chestnut Hill and there was no problem. Their own home was not large compared to many of the other old homes, but it was elegant in style and big enough for the two of them. The master bedroom had attracted Janice to the house in the beginning, for it was large enough to be a living room, with his and hers dressing rooms and baths adjoining it. Jerry had always joked that one of the estate owners had built the place to house his mistress, and she didn't doubt it. The place even made her feel and act like someone's mistress, and she'd grown to love it.
Janice pushed the dashboard button, and the large double garage door opened for her to drive inside. She had almost succeeded in forgetting the burning knot in her loins, when she slid across the car seat to get out and the friction made her clitoris swell instantly to tingling erection.
"Oh hell!" she swore out loud. She wanted her man to take care of her; she didn't want to have to do it with her fingers tonight. Hitting the button to close the garage door as she went into the kitchen, the dark-haired wife wondered what she had in the refrigerator to fix for dinner. Usually she and Jerry went out to dinner on Fridays, but she was thinking they'd be in bed faster if she would rustle up something here. There were a couple of steaks in the freezer, and she pulled them out to thaw, hoping that Jerry would be willing to change his routine this once.
Knowing she was hoping against hope, because Jerry was always tired on Fridays, Janice tried to find something to keep herself occupied for the three hours or so before Jerry would come home. She looked for something on television, but there were no programs that would keep her from thinking about the gnawing sensation in her loins. She looked about half-heartedly for a magazine, and then shrugged her shoulders and headed for the bedroom.
Janice realized that she was having to satisfy herself more and more often lately, and she blamed it on the fact that her husband was traveling more frequently now on the job. She resented his dedication to the company, though she would never let on to Jerry, and she hated the company for taking him away so much. As far as she was concerned, the company showed no respect for its employees' private lives when it required a man to be away from his home sometimes even on weekends. That was going too far, but what could Janice do about it? Nothing. The last thing she wanted was for Jerry to think she didn't appreciate his efforts on their behalf, and so she kept her mouth shut and forced herself not to complain. They had agreed that he would be the breadwinner in spite of her fortune, so since he was required to spend more time on the road, she was resorting to more self-indulgence in the relief of her sexual frustrations. Since her marriage to Jerry, Janice hadn't looked at another man, in spite of her track record at Penn. That had all been purely physical, while this was a relationship that was so much more than that, and she wouldn't think of harming it by meaningless encounters with other men. Similarly, she was sure that Jerry never played around when he was out of town on business. What they had together was just too important to risk losing.
Janice smiled and checked her watch as she walked into the sun-splashed bedroom. It was July, and having sun until nine at night always confused her about the time on these long summer evenings. Sunlight made her happy, and she threw open the door to her bathroom and let the rays from the large frosted window behind the sunken tub stream into the dressing room. Then she slipped off her dress, and took her time hanging it up in the large walk-in closet opposite the dressing table and mirror.
As she turned around, she caught sight of her reflection in the large vanity mirror and froze with one arm twisted behind her back to unhook her brassiere. Smiling seductively at herself, she slowly began to strip. As the lacy brassiere cups fell away from her full upstanding breasts, she could see that her nipples were already hardened in anticipation of what she was going to do. Janice was proud of her breasts, especially the way they seemed to point up slightly, and it pleased her to think that at the age of twenty-seven she still had the firm-bodied figure of an eighteen year old. She tweaked her perky pink nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, then slowly lowered her hands down to the tapering hollow of her waist. She worked her fingers around the elastic top of her panties, and as she pushed the silky material lower over her curvaceous hips, she shuddered with pleasure at the sight of her glossy black pubic hair coming into view. Her clitoris was throbbing with excitement in its curl-rimmed haven, but she deliberately teased herself by taking an endless amount of time removing her panties. Turning halfway around, she looked back over her shoulder at the reflection of her tightly rounded buttocks and milk-white skin as she bent to retrieve the panties from around her ankles.
This sensuous striptease was making the young wife more and more aroused, and as she straightened up from the floor, she let the cool nylon panties brush tantalizingly along her calves and inner thighs, sending shivers of pleasure up the length of her spine. As they neared the curving mound of her pussy, she spread out her legs and leaned back slightly to let the material tickle across her pulsating cuntal slit. Her belly was on fire, but she continued teasing her vagina for another minute without making direct contact, keeping the flimsy panty material between her caressing fingers and her tingling cunt The eager dampness between the lips of her pussy told her just how excited her thoughts of Jack Harrington had made her body, and she decided to hurry on through her ritual before die exploded right then and there. Dropping the panties into a drawer, she headed straight for the bathroom and the sunken tub.
Of all the things Janice had done to the house once they'd bought it, the addition she was most happy about was the telephone-type shower nozzle she'd had installed. The head looked like a telephone receiver and was attached to the wall by a long flexible tube. At first she had thought of the new fixture as merely a convenient way of rinsing off soapy water after baths, but she had soon found that the needle-like spray also had a stimulating effect on the most sensitive parts of her body.
Janice stepped down into the sunken tub and turned on the faucets for the shower. She adjusted the spray for as hot as she could stand it, and then, in spite of her urgency, started going through her usual teasing motions with the water. Holding the shower head close to her body, she ran the spray slowly up the insides of her long shapely legs until the water was splashing hotly against her inner thighs just below her vagina. The needle-fine spray made her pussy lips suck inward with excitement as the water tingled over her sensitive skin.
Usually the dark-haired beauty ran the spray across her breasts and down her belly, but her excitement today was just too overwhelming to chance it. Instead, she spread her legs out wide enough for the shower head to fit between her knees, and she slowly turned the nozzle up until the steaming spray was knifing straight into her throbbing vagina.
"Aaaahhhhhhh!" she moaned out loud as she felt the familiar sensation of the fine spray striking her desire-swollen clitoris. She moved the shower head closer to her pussy to make the pelting spray hit the hardened little bud with greater force, and the feeling nearly made her lose her balance. Spreading her feet wider apart in the tub as her breath grew more ragged, she reached down with her free hand to open her buttocks to the stinging wet spray. Moving the nozzle back and forth between her thighs, she delighted in the lewd sensation of the warm water brushing across her clitoris to her anus and back again. It was like a hundred hungry tongues licking and stroking every inch of her lust-filled loins, and she held the shower head close to feel the most complete pleasure she could obtain from it.
Goddamn! She needed a penis to fuck her good! Her moans became louder in the marble-tiled bathroom, as the pleasure-giving spray made the flame in her womb burn brighter still. Her belly was rippling with tiny spasms of delight, and her legs began to shake from the growing excitement in her loins. Knowing she couldn't stay another minute in the shower, Janice replaced the spray head on its hook and quickly turned off the faucets.
She grabbed a terrycloth towel and started vigorously rubbing her legs and thighs, then dried her water-soaked pussy with deliberate care. When the rest of her body was dry, she rubbed the soft towel against her pulsing clitoris until she could feel the moisture from deep inside her vagina trickle down to cling to the lips around the opening of her cunt. Now was the time! And she dropped the towel and walked quickly into her dressing room again.
Going to her dressing table, she bent down and opened the lowest drawer. In the back, beneath a pile of nylon stockings, was a cloth case, and she took it out. She unzipped the case and extracted a cream-colored, battery-powered massage stick.
Janice had found this so-called beauty massager at the same store where she located the special shower head. The stick was shaped exactly like an erect penis, except the end was more tapered. It was supposedly designed for spot massaging, but Janice had thought of a much better use the minute she saw it. It was made of smooth plastic, and inside the thick round base were the batteries that powered the vibrating motor in the tip. With lewd ideas running through her mind, she had almost been too embarrassed to buy the device, but she'd forced herself to go ahead. It had been one of the best purchases she'd ever made, and in a year of use she'd worn out five sets of batteries.
Setting the massager down on the bedside table, Janice ran around the large bedroom closing the heavy drapes. She wasn't afraid of anyone seeing her, as the property was well shielded from the neighbors, but when she was doing what she was getting ready to do, she liked the room dark. The ceiling was covered completely with a gold-flecked mirror, and she always loved watching the reflections when she and Jerry were fucking. But when she was the only one on the bed, though she got excited watching herself, she liked it shadowy in the room. Being able to recognize her own face in the mirror just reminded her of the foolish things she was doing, and made her blush.
With the room almost dark, Janice returned to the bed, her breath heavy with excitement. Her heart was pounding with forbidden arousal as she turned down the satin sheets and reached for the phallic-shaped massager. The instrument was cool - even the battery vibrations didn't warm it up - but she liked it that way, because it felt so good when she first put it in.
Tentatively, she flicked the smooth plastic stick across her stiff-nippled breasts, feeling the tiny buds throb with impatience at her touch. Then drawing her legs up as she spread them out wide, Janice held the massager by the base and slowly ran the tapered tip down her flat white belly toward her dark-curling pubic mound. As the head reached the top of her moistened pussy slit, she wiggled it to work it in between the lips, and her breath caught in her throat as she felt the cool plastic make contact with her hotly quivering clitoris. She'd already known she was aroused, but at that moment she realized exactly how excited she really was. Her belly jerked from the exhilarating jolt of pleasure that crashed through her naked flesh, and her clitoris throbbed so she thought she would scream. She turned on the stick's handle then, bringing the vibrating motor to life, and the sudden sheer ecstasy made her cry out with joy.
"Aaiieeee, darling! Oh fuck! Put your big prick in my cunt now!" she groaned for her imaginary seducer. And in answer to her own plea, she pushed the vibrating column up and down between the greedily grasping lips of her cunt without yet letting it get inside her. Her vagina was begging for it, but first she moved the massager on down over her puckered little anus. The heavy vibrations sent such incredible ripples of pleasure surging up her spine that for a minute she wondered what it would feel like to have the thick instrument shoved into her ass. The idea was at once both exciting and frighteningly unnatural, and so was quickly forgotten.
Slowly, languishing in the building sensations of lust as she delayed her self-satisfaction, she worked the plastic instrument back and forth to part the lips of her tormented cunt with the tapered tip. The vibrations alone were making her belly burn with unfulfilled passion, and she smiled in agonized delight as she rested the phallus just at the tight opening of her liquid cuntal passage.
"Fuck me now! Fuck me now!" she chanted softly, unable to wait another minute. Then slowly she pushed the thick vibrator up between her parted legs, whimpering happily as she felt the hard cool length sink deep into her fire-seared vagina. Every nerve in her tensed-up body felt the tiny vibrations of the pseudo phallus as it slid smoothly into the depths of her lust-wet cunt. Her womb was boiling and churning, ready at any moment to burst out in a long-awaited climax, but the panting brunette adroitly worked the plastic shaft into her vagina to prolong her desperate enjoyment to the fullest extent. Slowly she let it sink deeper and deeper.
"Oooooooouuuuuuuuu!" She pulled her legs up higher as the sensations of the deeply buried instrument reached through her whole body like a stinging sizzle. When it was at the maximum depth she dared to push it, she grasped the protruding base tightly in her fingers and began slowly fucking the massager in and out of her receptive cunt.
"Mnnn! Mnnn! Mnnn!" she groaned in time with her lewd thrusts. Withdrawing the long white rod until just an inch or so remained clasped inside her greedy vagina, she shoved it back in to the palm of her hand and shuddered as the vibrations of the motorized tip sent her speeding toward climax. Hurriedly she reached her free hand back between the uptilted cheeks of her buttocks and felt with her middle finger for her tightly interfolded anus. She was so excited she wanted to feel her finger pistoning in and out of her sensitive nether passage the same way as the lust-inciting plastic shaft in her cunt. The passion-heated secretions of her steaming vagina were running down the crevice of her ass-cheeks, and she dampened her middle finger in them to ease the entry into her rectum. She winced when her finger popped painfully inside the tight passage, but the pain quickly dissipated in a flurry of renewed excitement, and she plunged her finger in until the palm of her hand was pressing firmly up against her buttocks. Through the thin wall of flesh that separated her two passages, she was able to feel the vibrator humming in her cunt, and she synchronized the rhythm of her anal finger-fucking with that of the fake phallus. Furiously she worked her finger and the massager in and out of her quivering loins as the sensations in her womb reached fantastic heights. Her own voice in her ears was begging for the plastic instrument to cum, even though she knew in her mind that it couldn't. But it made her own pleasure that much greater to pretend she was being fucked by a live and virile man.
Moving ever nearer to her orgasm, Janice opened her eyes and saw the outline of her body in the dim reflection of the mirror on the ceiling above her. In the semidarkness she couldn't make out the face, so she stared at the lewd image as though she were watching the actions of a total stranger. The obscene picture was exhilarating, and it sent her into the final climb to the height she so badly desired.
"Oh yes! Ohhh yeesssss!" she moaned to the mirror suspended over her. "Fuck me, lover! I'mmm cuummmiiinnnggg!"
Her vibrator-filled belly erupted in a shattering waterfall of ripples as the walls of her lust-tensed cunt clasped desperately around the synthetic thickness sunk deep within. Moaning and whimpering out her orgasmic delight, she kept her finger buried deep in her rectum as the hot sticky liquid of her loins spilled out around the plastic cock, soaking her soft pubic hair before trickling wetly down the crevice of her ass. She could feel the warm liquid running down past her obscenely embedded finger, and she pulled it from her anus as the vibrator continued to send her womb into violent eruptions of pleasure. She held the electric massager deep inside her spasming vagina until the last of her climax had stopped, though her belly jerked for several minutes more in the aftermath of her ecstasy.
"Ooohhhhh Godddd!" she groaned, her mind considering still another bout with the massager, but then she realized it must be near the time that her husband would be coming home. Reluctantly, she pulled the phallic massager from her lust-soaked vagina and turned off the switch, giving the tapered head a lewd little swipe with her tongue to sample the tart wetness of her cuntal secretions.
Every time she did something like this, no matter how much enjoyment she got from her climax, the black-haired wife felt like it hadn't really been enough. The vibrator gave her some relief, but when it came right down to it, it was never truly satisfying. Janice had tried to convince herself that it was a better-than-average substitute for taking up the slack when Jerry was away, but deep down she knew she was only kidding herself. No matter how hard she tried to imagine otherwise, it was still just plastic and a pretty poor replacement for a real flesh and blood cock.
Janice lay naked on the satin sheets for a few more minutes, wondering what Jerry would say if he came home and found her there. Would he jump right into bed with her, or just laugh at the sight of her with a plastic phallus in her hand?
Not wanting to chance the latter, since she had plans for her hubby later in the evening, Janice got up off the bed and hurried to her dressing room. If she had dinner already prepared when Jerry got home, then he couldn't very well insist on going out tonight, and she could get him into bed that much sooner. Her lewd little self-fuck had done something for her all right, and now more than ever she wanted to be fucked by a man!
Chapter Three
By nine o'clock, Janice was putting the finishing touches on the Caesar's salad she planned to serve with the steaks. She had carefully trimmed the meat and put it in a marinade of red wine in preparation for the barbecue, and there were already two large potatoes baking away in the oven. The aroma of a good dinner filled the spacious kitchen, and Janice had to admit that she was hungry that way as well as in another more basic sense, and she couldn't wait for her husband to get home from work.
She was racking her brain for some explanation she could give Jerry for the gourmet dinner she had prepared. Sure, she liked to cook and often made fancy dinners, but he would wonder why she had gone to so much trouble tonight when they normally went out for dinner on Fridays. With a burst of sudden revelation, she remembered that it had been just about this same time of year that she and Jerry had first met, and she decided to tell him the meal was in honor of that.
Slipping the salad bowl into the refrigerator, Janice glanced at the wall clock and began to worry about Jerry. When he was later than usual like this, she always imagined he'd been in an accident on the expressway, and Fridays were the worst days for accidents during rush hours. She ran her hands over the smooth silk material of her orange print lounging pajamas and walked through the dining room into the large living room. As she stood at the picture window searching the street for Jerry's nonexistent car, she noticed that the people halfway down the block were having a party in their backyard. She stared at the gathering of happy people around the pool, trying to remember whether the family there was named Tanner or Dobbins, and then she noticed the headlights of a small car turning up the street. It was approaching fast, and she was sure it was Jerry. Quickly she headed back through the kitchen to greet her husband when he got to the garage.
On her way toward the patio door, Janice grabbed the steaks and took them with her to place them on the barbecue. Then she waved to Jerry as he drove into the garage.
"Hi, lover," she called as he got out of the car. As usual, he was smiling broadly, even though he looked worn out from the expressway drive.
"Hello, sweetheart," he said, grabbing her around the waist and kissing her full on the lips. "What do I smell on the barbecue?"
"Uh, I thought you'd be tired tonight so I fixed up a simple little dinner we could have at home," Janice replied, then rushing on as she remembered her rehearsed speech, "Besides, it's sort of the anniversary of when we met, and I thought we could celebrate."
"Perfect! You must have been reading my mind, honey. I really would rather have dinner at home tonight," he said in his usual cheerful manner. Jerry Harper was a full head taller than his wife, and his shoulders were wide enough to make him seem even taller than he actually was. He looked younger than his thirty-five years, primarily because of his constant grin and the wavy blond hair that kept falling down over his forehead.
"Since it's an anniversary, we ought to have an anniversary drink before dinner. What do you say?" He was reaching for the vodka in the cabinet over the sink already able to taste the vodka-martinis he'd have whipped up in a second.
"Okay, me too!" Janice answered, as Jerry opened the refrigerator door for the ice. Though Jerry was being his normal casual self, he seemed to have something on his mind, and she decided to ask him directly instead of worrying about it all evening. "You seem concerned tonight, darling. Is something wrong?"
Jerry turned and smiled at his wife as he set down two glasses. Then he shrugged and said, "I was going to wait till after dinner, but you know me so well I can't keep a secret. I have to leave in the morning for Chicago, but let's not let that spoil our evening." He had a sheepish grin on his face, and he kissed Janice before handing the drink he had prepared.
Janice's disappointment was written on her face, but she smiled back at Jerry in a weak attempt to mask it. She had expected another trip, since that was the only reason her husband ever seemed reluctant to talk to her. She lifted her glass to him, and they clicked before drinking.
"How long will you be away this time, dear?" she asked, after sipping her martini. She felt like she really needed the drink now.
"Well, it all depends on how fast I can get things done," Jerry answered. "Maybe a week, but I'll try to speed it up."
"I'll miss you," Janice said, and put down her drink to get the salad out of the fridge and check the potatoes.
Jerry was in a good mood again, and most of their dinner was spent with him talking buoyantly about his ideas for their next trip together when his vacation came up. Janice tried her best to seem interested, but the thought of his leaving for a week in the morning was distracting her mind. For a minute, she had a wild urge to ask him not to go to Chicago, but to drive into Philadelphia and tell the company he was quitting, but of course she let it pass. She wouldn't think of asking Jerry to do anything of the kind so she tried to concentrate on the idea that he wouldn't have to do so much traveling once he got the sales force in shape and maybe was promoted to regional sales manager. Would there ever really be a day when Jerry stopped traveling and spent all his time near home?
When Janice brought in the ice cream dessert, Jerry went through a long string of adjectives to describe the excellent meal she had prepared, and she couldn't help but smile at the man who always complimented her. She was lucky to be married to such a patient and thoughtful man, and she loved him for all the kind things he had ever said.
"You're sweet, Jerry. Just remember how good my cooking is when you're in Chicago and come hurrying back home!" she said and then laughed at her own immodesty.
Jerry got up and came around behind her chair and kissed her long and warmly on the lips. Then he gazed directly into her pale blue eyes and said, "Leave the dishes till tomorrow, honey. Let's go to bed right now!"
Janice felt a spark of fire in her belly, but she hesitated for a moment. "What about your packing, though?"
"Forget it. I'll do it in the morning. Come on!" And he pulled her up out of her chair with her jiggling as if she'd just given in to a lewd suggestion. With a pat on her ripely jiggling buttocks, he chased her all the way into the master bedroom.
In one simple whoosh of a zipper, Janice was completely naked, and she threw her colorful lounging pajamas onto a chair near the wide double bed, having worn nothing at all beneath them. Jerry had his tie off and was struggling with shirt buttons as he watched her lie back seductively on the satin bedsheets. She deliberately stretched out her long shapely legs and let her hands wander at will over her smooth supple skin from buttocks to high-set young breasts. The gnawing sensation in her loins had quickly flared up again at her husband's suggestion of going to bed, and she was ready for him right then and there. The telltale wetness had formed down between the black-fringed lips of her yearning vagina, but at the same time, she couldn't forget that Jerry was leaving in the morning, and that served to take the edge off her desire. How on earth was he going to fuck her well enough to last a full week?
Jerry grinned at the seductive writhings of his dark-haired wife on the bed. God, she was a beautiful woman! And he sucked on his breath with sudden excitement at the abandoned pose she was taking.
"You look ready for anything, doll," he said, bending over her lush full figure. He kissed her hard on the lips, his tongue driving boldly in between her teeth. Janice responded by sucking his tongue deep into her mouth as she pulled his still-clothed body down onto the bed beside her. At once, Jerry's big hand ran up along her smooth inner thighs until it reached the curly softness of her pussy hair. Parting the sparse wisps, he skillfully worked his thumb and forefinger in between the moistening lips of her cunt to tweak the hardened little nubbin of her clitoris.
"Oooooh, lover!" Janice gasped, twisting her mouth away from his kiss. The electrifying sensation of his fingers on her pulsating clitoris made her want to be fucked immediately. She reached down to her husband's loins to feel for the hardness of his erect penis through the fabric of his pants, and he groaned in readiness when her fingers closed over the heated bulge.
Jerry didn't waste any more time, didn't even get up from the bed. In seconds, his clothes were discarded on the floor in a tangled heap, and he rolled to a kneeling position above her nakedly reclining form, his thick blood-filled penis jutting out massively from the light blond hair of his loins.
"That was quick, honey," Janice mewled, reaching out one hand to push the shock of hair out of his eyes while her other hand grasped the rigid shaft of his cock. The blunt rubbery tip was wet with his excited secretions at the dilated slit, and the pulsing hot shaft grew even harder as her fingers tightened around its virile girth. She pulled him down on the sheets beside her, undulating her body eagerly beneath him as he stretched out over her.
Jerry kissed her again, his lips wet with barbaric lustfulness, and she raised her thigh to press urgently into his exposed loins. The vein-crossed shaft pulsed madly against her soft smooth skin while the bulbous tip seeped its aroused moisture onto her naked flesh.
"Oooohhh darling, I need you so badly!" Janice cooed huskily into his ear. I want you inside me.
In answer. Jerry pressed his lips roughly against hers, driving his tongue wildly into the warm liquid depths of her mouth. She sucked and nipped at it with her sharp little teeth and felt his long hard cock throbbing in the tender nest of her pubic curls. The flame in her passion-seared belly burned hotter, yet she still couldn't rid herself of the unwanted thought of Jerry's departure in the morning. The fact that he would be gone for such a long long week made the luster of the moment seem dull and meaningless. How could she get along for that whole week him in Chicago? What would she do to dampen her sexual desires?
Sensing her hesitation, Jerry lifted his head and looked down into the clear blue pools of her eyes. "Is something the matter, honey? You don't seem relaxed ..."
"N-no, no, darling," she replied, perhaps a little too fast. "I was just thinking how wonderful you are!"
Jerry raised his hips slightly so that the hard length of his penis pressed tightly into the soft folds of her desire-wet pussy. "You do want to make love, don't you?" he said with a grin.
"Why, whatever made you think so, Mr. Harper?" Janice asked coyly, shivering from the sensation of his heavy cock assaulting her nerve-filled clitoris.
"Just a feeling," he said. "Tell me how you want it!" His expression hadn't changed, but there was a serious tone in his voice.
This was a new tack already, Janice thought as a stimulating current of sensual electricity shot through her cock-hungry loins. He didn't usually ask her if she wanted a good screwing, although she rarely needed to ask for it, but this talking so obscenely about what they were doing was going to make it even better tonight! She raised her pelvis up against his rock-hard penis in silent encouragement, wondering if she dared say what she really felt, that she wanted to be fucked well enough to last her a long lonely week. But the urgency of the moment was too much to bear.
"Oh Jerry, do it now! I want to feel you deep and hard inside me now!" she pleaded.
Her husband's hands were cupped over her roundly lurching buttocks with his forefingers pressing into the shadowy crevice between the cheeks so that her belly was jolted each time she moved and he touched her sensitive little anus. She squealed as she wriggled her body in his grasp to work her hand down between their loins and encircle the rigid rod of flesh that was tantalizing her naked pussy. She strained against him, grinding and pushing to feel the entire length of his strong muscular body heavy on hers from head to toe, and then she spread her legs out wide. Keeping a firm hold of his huge, throbbing cock, she drew it closer, sliding it up and down between her open legs, swirling it around her tender cuntal flesh until its bulbous head seared like fire at her quivering vaginal entrance. As his penis jerked against the snug little mouth of her waiting cunt, she relaxed the thin hair-lined archway to her innermost pleasures, eager for him to enter. "There, darling ... do it now!" Jerry shoved forward, his hips thrusting heavily as he drove into her widespread pussy and felt the glove-like passage clasp around his aching length and absorb his violent surge. Her hips rolled up beneath him, and she leaned into his loins, trying to take as much of him as possible.
"Oooouu!" she moaned as he plunged his massive blood-hardened penis to the fullest extent of her soft vaginal passage. The wetness of her aroused cunt helped to take him more easily, lubricating his path until his thick penis parted all of the warm tight passage. The blood-swollen head hit her cervix at the same moment his balls slapped noisily into the tight hot cheeks of her ass, and she cried out again.
"Uuuuuhhh! Yesss! Oh God, Jerry, fuck me hard!"
And he moved harder, flexing his angry cock deep in the cushion of her cunt. Savagely, he ground his lust-hard loins against her pelvis, feeling her warm pliant flesh suck at his excited cock and strain to meet his rhythmic plunges. Her body jerked inches off the bed as he angled his hips and drove into her, and her thighs opened and closed about his back as she labored furiously to climb his solid pole, lifting herself up on his forward attack. Their passion-suffused bodies rolled back and forth on the rumpled satin sheets as they found the motion that would take them to the heights of pleasure.
"Aaahhh Jerry, you feel sooo goooddd! Oooohhh darling, give me your cum soon. Don't make me wait long. Oh please, honey!" Janice whimpered, thrusting her tiny tongue in his ear and then licking down along his neck with warm wet lips.
Screwing herself tighter to his hard-driving penis, she took him inside until she was completely filled with long thick cock-flesh. His tempo ever increasing, he worked around and around inside her, feeling the ridges of muscle in her slick vagina clasping at his smooth-sliding shaft. She was so tight and warm, his cock continued to surge like a balloon until he was sure it would split, and the pressure in his sperm-bloated balls was intoxicating him with the need for release.
Janice was ecstatic with the joy of being fucked at last by a real cock. Her mind awhirl, she clung to every sensation of its warm fleshy shape as it plowed incessantly in and out of her lusting vagina. This was what she wanted: to be fucked like this all the time. She needed his hot heavy cock pounding into her cunt like a battering ram, sending her spiraling to heights of mind-blowing pleasure! She was nearly at her climax point now, but she fought it off, wanting to feel the hot stabs of his cum against the walls of her womb first. She drew her knees up as she raised herself more fully to his crazed attack, and her moist splayed vagina bucked wildly, riding his long ramming penis to the hilt.
"Aaawwwuu! Oooohh, darling, I'm going ... to cum. C-cum with me, lover . . . now!" Janice begged for her husband's raging sperm to fill her.
At the sound of her words, Jerry couldn't hold off the thrilling pressure in his drum-tight balls another second. The steaming hot cum raced pell-mell up the length of his expanded rod of flesh to explode wildly inside his wife's fiercely clasping pussy. As his body jerked and spasmed against her, he collapsed across her heaving breasts, shoving his spending cock as far as it would go up between her long white thighs.
"Aaaaiiieee! Cuummiiinngg! Ooooohhh Goooddd! I'm c-cuummiinngg!" Janice screamed out her pleasure as the first blast of hot liquid semen hit her womb, and her belly rippled in wild response as her whole cunt flooded with her own climax. The stinging cum spewing needle-like from the deep-imbedded tip of his cock sparked a continuous series of spasms in her contracting womb, and she held onto his shoulders for fear he would leave her in mid-release. But the resounding sensations went on for both of them, and the juices of their passion mingled sensuously in the depths of her cock-stuffed belly. When his cock began to deflate, she worked harder still to milk its shrinking length of every last drop of joy-giving sperm, not wanting it to stop until she had wrung him dry. Squirming her buttocks on the cum-smeared satin sheets, she kept up the motions of intercourse as the last of his cum dribbled from the tip of his retreating penis. In spite of her reluctance, Jerry rolled off her, exhausted from their violent coupling. His eyes closed, he lay gasping for breath to fill his heaving lungs, ready now to sleep.
Cradling her husband's naked body beside her on the bed, Janice tried to force the lessening ripples in her loins to make an indelible impression on her mind. She wanted to hand onto every little sensation for as long as possible, for she knew it all had to last her for a week. * * * They both overslept the next morning and had to run around frantically to get Jerry packed and dressed and fed in time for his plane to Chicago. He yelled and laughed as he burned his mouth on the hot coffee Janice handed him, and they both looked like they were dancing a jig by the time he headed for the door. Since Jerry had decided to leave his car at the airport, Janice kissed him good-bye in the garage, and it had all been such a rush that the full effect of his leaving didn't hit her until she was sitting alone at the kitchen table having a cup of coffee.
Suddenly she remembered that this was the start of a whole week alone, and she began crying softly to herself. A week was going to seem like a month with him gone, and the memory of how happy and excited they'd been the night before only made her feel worse. Their lovemaking now seemed to have lasted but a moment, and the unhappy brunette could scarcely remember how it felt to have her husband's blood-engorged penis sawing thickly in and out of her hungry pussy. It had all been so fast.
With a shake of her head, Janice scolded herself for thinking that Jerry might have been unfulfilling. After all, hadn't she begged him to fuck her hard and fast? And hadn't she loved every minute of it? Then why was she thinking now that it had been anything other than great?
Trying to put all thoughts of sex out of her mind, Janice refilled her coffee cup and then checked the refrigerator for provisions. Somehow the idea of going out shopping didn't sound appealing, and yet she couldn't think of anything that ought to be done around the house, either. But the fridge was full of odds and ends to last her several days, so at least she didn't have to force herself to go to the supermarket this morning. Thankful, she grabbed her coffee cup and headed into the bedroom to get dressed.
The bedroom seemed more empty and lifeless than it ever had, and she walked slowly past her husband's dressing room without looking at the shambles left by his hurried packing. Picking things up now would only start her thinking about sex again, thinking about their lying together on the big wide bed, her body being pumped full of hot male cum.
"Damn! Damn! Damn!" Janice screamed into the otherwise quiet room. She just couldn't keep the whole lusty scene from her mind, try as she might. She had fucked back at Jerry like it would be the last time she would be fucked in her life, and she had spoiled it for herself. Sure, it had felt good, but damn it, she should have made it last longer. But now, she had been so damn impatient. Her careful mental recording of all the pleasures she had felt only made her want sex more. And right now! But Jerry was gone, and for a whole week she was left to her own resources.
In a daze, Janice opened the lower drawer of her vanity table and rummaged in the back for the familiar cloth case. Extracting the white plastic vibrator from the cloth, she stared at it as if to reassure herself that it hadn't left too. Then her eyes caught her reflection in the mirror over the table, and the blushed bright red at her own silliness. Angry at her lack of self-control, she jammed the phallic massager back in its case and dropped it in the drawer, and then gave the drawer a vicious kick shut with her foot.
Janice put on a simple nylon brassiere and panties then slipped into a short cotton housedress, since she wasn't planning to leave the house today. To try and keep herself occupied, she decided to make a project out of fixing an elaborate lunch, and with this purpose in mind, her spirits picked up a little. She straightened up the bedroom and pulled open all the drapes to let in the brilliant sunlight. On her way to the kitchen, she did the same to the living room and dining room drapes, and then tackled the dirty dishes left over from the previous night. Once they were in the dishwasher, she began trimming some of the steak they hadn't eaten for dinner, humming to herself all the while.
The work and the heat had lulled her into a passive semiconscious state so that when the doorbell rang suddenly, Janice wasn't sure where the sound had come from. Puzzled, she looked around the kitchen for a clue, and then the doorbell rang again and startled her out of her haze.
Still wiping her hands on a dishtowel, Janice stopped in front of the hallway mirror to push a lock of shiny black hair out of her eyes, and then she opened the front door. She had to gasp at the young man who was standing on the doorstep, for he was a dead ringer for Jack Harrington, the boy she'd first gone to bed with!
"Good morning, ma'am." the young man addressed her. She was so shaken by his appearance that all she could do was nod and blink. He was about her own age, tall and dark-haired, and on more lengthy examination, Janice had to admit that her first impression had been wrong.
"My name is Frank Jamison, and I've been asked by the Trefle Company to show their new line of imported French cooking ware to the women of Chestnut Hill. I wonder if I may have a few minutes of your time?" His patter was very slick and convincing, but at the same time he seemed genuinely friendly and sincere. Janice was won over immediately when he said, "Of course, if it isn't convenient right now, I'd be glad to come back. Here's my card with the phone number where I can be reached."
"No, no, wait, won't you please come in," Janice said, laughing at his earnest manner. "I'd love to look at your pots and pans."
She held the door open and stepped aside, and the young man picked up a large tan bag as he entered. He waited for her to direct him to a suitable place.
"I was just in the middle of preparing lunch. If you'll wait in the living room for a moment, 111 just go turn off the stove." She started moving toward the kitchen when he interrupted her.
"I don't want to disturb your lunch, but really the kitchen is the best place to show you what I have." He smiled as he spoke, and Janice couldn't help thinking what a friendly smile he had.
"Okay, Mr. Jamison. That sounds fine," she replied, leading the way toward the kitchen. Then, she didn't know why, but she just kept talking. "Will you join me for lunch? I was fixing too much for one person, really, and it's almost lunch time anyway."
"Well, if you're sure it's no trouble, I am kind of hungry." He took the chair she motioned to at the table and began opening his case.
"It's no trouble at all, and besides, it'll be fun to try out my special lunch on someone knowledgeable in the art of French cookery."
"I'm afraid I don't qualify there, ma'am," Jamison said as he unpacked some of the bright orange pots and pans from his display case. "I sell this stuff, but I don't know the first thing about what gets cooked in it."
"But I'm sure you know what you like, and that's good enough," Janice answered with a smile. His honesty made her feel very much at ease with him, and she couldn't help liking him for his direct approach with the cooking gear. His case held seemingly dozens of sample pots, and Frank could explain what each one might be used for. But he qualified every statement with a smile and the information that, of course, he'd never actually cooked anything in pots like these, and in fact had never even tasted most of the recommended dishes.
Janice found herself laughing along with him and loving every minute of his antic sales pitch. While he talked, she kept working on the lunch, and she decided to include one of the very dishes he'd said he'd never tasted. When she told him what she was doing, he suggested she try using one of his pans and see it if worked. The next thing she knew, she had set the dining room table with her best china and silver and gotten out a bottle of wine. Frank had been there over an hour when they finally sat down to eat, and Janice spread out the food like an elegant feast.
"Will you please open the wine, Frank?" she asked, as she started to serve the lunch. They had been on a first-name basis for most of the time he'd been there, and now they were so relaxed with each other that Janice felt she'd known the young salesman for years. The fact that he had held her chair for her to be seated showed what good manners he had, and yet his motions were jerky and almost boyish in a way that amused her no end. She was practically in stitches watching him try to make the corkscrew work, but he finally managed, and poured their glasses full.
"Janice, I salute you," he said, raising his glass to her. "You have prepared a feast worthy of the gods!"
"You better wait till you taste it before you start complimenting me, Frank! And if it turns out to be edible, it's all because of your super-duper imported pots!"
They laughed all the way through the meal, as they devoured one dish after another with the appetites of wolves. Frank said he could sell his cooking utensils with more authority now that he'd eaten something that had been made in them, and he jokingly promised her a commission on all future sales. She wanted to know how she would go about collecting said commission, and Frank promised her anything she desired.
It had been building up through the entire meal, but that was the first moment that Janice was fully aware of the feeling she was getting. It was as though she were back in college again: preparing another man to take him to bed with her. The fire in her belly was going full blast, and the relaxed feeling she got from Frank was like the satisfying experiences she'd had in the past. Fucking for the sake of fucking. The idea seemed good again, and Janice found herself plotting how to arrange it with the good-looking door-to-door salesman.
"Anything particular you want for dessert?" she asked, and then blushed as she realized the implications of her question. God, what was the matter with her? Her husband had been gone only a few hours, and here she was contemplating - no, actually seducing a complete stranger! But there was no fighting the urgent longing twisting in her belly. She had to go ahead and do it!
Frank smiled in swift response to her obvious question, and he sat quietly across the table from her, waiting for her to indicate what level her mind was working on. His eyes followed Janice when she suddenly jumped up from the table and hurried into the kitchen.
Frantically the nervous housewife looked around for something to take back to the table, sure that Frank was innocently waiting for dessert. She tried desperately to concentrate on something other than the burning sensation in the pit of her belly, but the need for satisfaction only became more intense. Damn! She didn't want to go to bed with anyone else but Jerry, but she knew that this afternoon she would. Deep down inside, she wanted more than anything to be fucked by the handsome stranger sitting at her own dining room table.
"Janice?"
Frank's voice startled her out of her confusion. He had gotten up from the table and was now standing in the kitchen doorway. He was smiling broadly, his dark eyes full of understanding, and Janice went to him without hesitating, her soft red lips parted to receive his kiss.
The kiss was long and hard, and they sucked on each other's tongues as though never wanting to give up the pleasure of the moment. His strong arms held her tight against his body, her full breasts pressing into his chest, and his penis began to grow hard as she squirmed her loins back and forth over the bulge in the front of his pants.
"Frank ... we - I shouldn't!" Janice gasped as she finally broke away from the kiss. Frank looked straight at her, and she could see the unmistakable passion deep within his eyes.
"You're beautiful," he said in a deep husky voice, pushing his hardened penis into the softness of her lower belly.
Janice felt the fire in her womb raging out of control, and all thoughts of her husband were suddenly banished. "Let's go into the bedroom. I want you to fuck me. Now!"
She moved to go past him, but he picked her up bodily in his arms and carried her in the direction she indicated. He was so excited, he could hardly keep from shouting. Man! The lunch had been good, and the time they'd spent together just terrific, but now to get a crack at this sexy dame's hot little cunt was almost too much! He could barely wait to see her taking his thick hard cock right up between those long smooth legs that had been driving him bananas all through lunch!
Frank stretched her out full length on the brocade bedspread and immediately began unbuttoning her cotton housedress. Janice didn't resist his fast-moving fingers, and even sat up to help as he pulled the dress off over her head. He dropped the garment unceremoniously on the floor and then tackled her brassiere. The twin mounds of pearl-white flesh seemed to be begging for assault as they swelled out voluptuously before his eyes, their pink tips stiffened with her own excitement and Frank placed his hands over them, feeling the soft flesh firm and resistant under his fingers. Hearing her swift groan made him wild with passion, his erect penis ache to be inside her lush young body, and he rolled her over until she was kneeling on the edge of the bed, her buttocks raised high in front of his face.
Her taut rounded ass-cheeks trembled enticingly at him, as he thrust his thumbs into the thin elastic waistband of her panties and pulled the skimpy nylon down over her silken thighs in one easy motion. Janice lifted her knees so he could get the panties all the way off and then spread her legs far apart on the bed.
Frank stared at the naked woman hunched over before him, and the sheer lewdness of her position made his cock throb with excitement. Quickly, he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants and shorts, freeing the thick upstanding shaft of his penis from its painful confines. The huge purple head was pounding with the pressure of his racing blood as he moved in close to the black-haired wife's waving buttocks, his shorts and trousers hobbling his legs as he shuffled forward.
Janice had watched the eager salesman undress by looking back underneath her body and between her open thighs, and when she caught sight of his lust-thickened member jutting out solidly from his dark pubic hair, she felt more passionate moisture run out of her hungry pussy. Arching her buttocks up high in the air, she pushed her chest down against the bed until her tight little nipples were crushed into the bedspread. Her cunt was aching to be filled with the rock-hard heat of Frank's penis, and she reached a hand back between her open legs in search of the instrument of her fulfillment.
"Oh God, Frank don't wait! Fuck me now!" she groaned, and Frank complied. He angled his hips forward so that his pulsating cock touched her open hand, and Janice immediately grabbed hold of it and pulled him in toward her pleading cunt. His cock lurched from the feel of her fingers closing around it, and he watched with lust-glazed eyes as she wiggled her buttocks back to his glistening spear.
Damn, what a hot little bitch, he thought, as she used his rubbery cock-head to part the sparse black hairs covering her moist vagina. The soft wet folds of her pussy made his blood-swollen member throb with even greater lust, and when she screwed her hips back and his cock-head pressed against the tight hot opening, he wanted to shove all the way in one huge, forceful, cunt-filling lunge!
"There, Frank! There!" Janice whimpered, and she worked her loins around in tiny circles as she felt his desire-engorged penis pushing hard at her flowering cuntal entrance. The long hard rod of flesh seemed to grow still larger as the bulbous tip wormed slowly into the tight wet opening, and then suddenly it seemed to be filling her vagina with all its searing power.
"Aaahhh, yessss!" she groaned. "Oh fill me with your hot prick!"
Feeling the steaming wet flesh of her cunt closing around the head of his penis, Frank couldn't hold back another second. With a grunt like hot gravel, he slammed his hips forward and drove his lusting cock straight to the soft liquid depths of her womb. The passion-slick passage seemed to wrap around his plunging shaft with the force of a vise, and he held her hips steady in his hands as he strained to push his throbbing hardness to the fullest extent of her cunt.
"Oh yes! Oh, oh, oh," Janice chanted, feeling the young man's wiry pubic hair pressing maddeningly tight against her sensitive anus. The angle of his entry had made it possible for him to go deeper than she had been prepared for, and the momentary shock caused her to gasp for breath. Then Frank began to slowly withdraw his penis from the center of her belly, and she raised her smooth white buttocks up to him as he pulled free of her seeping loins. As he put himself back in position for the long ride home again, she took the initiative and shimmied her cunt all the way back up his long shaft of blood-hardened male flesh until he was buried deep inside her burning cunt once again. Frank began to pick up the rhythm of fucking into her as he backed his cock out slowly once more.
"That's it! Oh Frank, yes! Don't stop now!" Janice hissed, looking back beneath her swaying white breasts to watch his lust-inflamed shaft entering and leaving her clasping wet cunt. As his loins crashed into her buttocks, his cum-bloated testicles swung forward and slapped against the backs of her thighs. Quickly Janice reached back and grabbed the jouncing sac with her long fingers. She could feel the pressure of the sperm swirling around madly inside, and she massaged the balls gently in the palm of her hand in lewd synchronization with their owner's forward thrusts between her thighs.
The fondling of his balls made Frank break his rhythm momentarily as the sensation of her fingers stirred his urge for release. It was all he could do to keep from cumming right then, and he tried to think of something else to stave off the rising tide in his gut, but it was no use. The sight of the black-haired housewife bent over so submissively before him, skewered to the hilt on his hotly pulsing cock, was too much, and he drove into her with greater and greater urgency, knowing he couldn't hold back much longer.
Janice felt the head of his penis swell up larger as it pounded into her flaming vagina, and the knowledge of his nearing climax forced her own passion higher still. "Put your finger in my ass!" she pleaded to the stranger fucking into her from behind, and her own lewd words made her belly jerk with additional pleasure.
At first Frank wasn't sure he'd heard correctly what Janice had said, but then she said it again and there was no question! The idea of jamming his finger into her tight little rectum made his eyes light up with a wicked fire, and he spread the cheeks of her buttocks wide to look down at her tiny puckered anus. He could also better see his cock sawing in and out of her cunt below, and for a long moment he watched, fascinated with his own actions. The soft pink flesh of her dark-trimmed cunt seemed to pull out with his cock as he withdrew, and then was stuffed back inside as he drove forward again. Damn! He was going to blow his load any second if he didn't get a move on! Quickly he put his middle finger against the tight rubbery ring of her anus and worked it around to loosen the throbbing elastic flesh. But he got so excited he couldn't wait for her to be ready, and he just shoved his finger hard into the interfolded circle and held his breath for her reaction. Before he knew it, his finger had sunk all the way in up to the second knuckle, and he expected the young wife to cry out in pain. But to his surprise, she only groaned a little and pushed back to meet his unnatural entry. So he pressed his finger in deeper until the palm of his hand was spread out flat against her gyrating ass-cheeks and he could feel his penis through the thin wall of flesh separating her rectum from her cunt. Then with the same intense, regular rhythm, he began to fuck both his cock and his finger in and out of her dually impaled loins, and she fucked back with him like a bitch gone wild!
"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she intoned, as her naked body was pounded simultaneously by the two adulterous objects. The addition of his finger pushing into her tender anus was giving her a strange twisted sort of masochistic pleasure, and the ripples of lust in her skewered womb were becoming more intense with each passing second. She knew she was nearing a climax, and she rode back against the two probing rods of flesh like a wanton, crazy whore. She wanted the young salesman's boiling cum flooding her cheating cunt until it made her burst with the pressure, and it wasn't long before she got her wish. Suddenly, the long hard cock thrust deep inside her quivering vagina, the huge head swollen out with the weight of its load, and her belly shattered in an explosion of ecstatic joy.
"Aaaaiiieee yeeeessss! Give it to meeee! Now! Ah! Ah! I'm ccuummiinngggg!" and she bucked insanely on the brocade bedspread, the mattress bouncing as her whole body resounded with the force of her orgasm. She wailed out her passion as her spasming cunt contracted hard around the blood-filled cock buried deep inside.
At the same time as her first wild lurch, Frank felt the release of his own surging hot cum, and he leaned back with a grimace of lust on his face, holding his cock deep in the center of her belly as the sensation of his sperm careening up the length of his shaft gripped his body with unbearable pleasure. With one mighty jerk, his cum exploded from the tip of his member, the first hot burst making Janice scream for joy. Then his cock began firing in rapid staccato bursts as his white-hot sperm shooting far up into her liquid cuntal depths. As though all his senses were concentrated at the tip of his spewing penis, Frank closed his eyes and felt every sensation of his climax rippling through his nerves. His finger shoved deep into her constricted rectum, was gripped by an incredible pressure as the orgasmic concentrations rolled through her lust-tensed womb. His hot sticky semen spilled back out of her vagina around the thick stump of his buried penis, covering his balls with warmth and running slowly down her trembling inner thighs.
Janice was in heaven! It was as if she had finally gotten a gift promised months before, and she clung to the pleasure like a greedy child. Nothing was important but that very moment, each second of it a joy beyond compare: the thrill of the hard spewing rod of flesh in her cunt, each burst of fiery sperm crashing into the tip of her cervix, the long hard finger shoved deep inside her clenching rectum, her tingling nipples brushing sensuously across the silken bedspread as her breasts swayed from side to side with her gyrations! She hoped it would never stop and she would never have to face the reality of having given herself to a total stranger against her marriage vows.
Frank's cock jerked out the last of his cum, his energy drained, and he fell forward across Janice's back, pushing her out flat on the wide double bed. He pulled his finger from her hotly clamping anus, and his penis began to soften in the hold of her still-jerking womb. It had been a damned good fuck, and now he was exhausted.
Janice felt safe and secure sandwiched between Frank and the bed, and she lay there enjoying the soft final spasms in her cum-flooded pussy. It was several minutes before Frank's shrinking penis pulled wetly from her body, and then she knew it was over. The cool bedspread pressing against her fevered flesh was nice, and she didn't want to move when the young man rolled off her back. They lay there side by side, he on his back and she on her belly, both gasping for breath after their wild coupling.
Janice was beginning to feel ashamed for what she'd let happen, yet she didn't want to burden Frank with her guilt feelings. After all, he had given her pleasure, and there wasn't any point in making him suffer too. She was the one who had cheated on her husband for the first time, and Frank had only responded in a natural way to her advances.
"Thanks, Frank," she said without looking at the man beside her. "It was nice." He responded by gently stroking her hair, and she wanted to cry. "I think you better leave now," she said softly.
Frank stared for a long time at Janice's white-fleshed buttocks as though he wanted to burn the image into his brain. Then he bent down and kissed the back of her head and got up off the bed. His legs were still shaky, but he got his pants on and buckled his belt. Neither one of them said a word while he got the rest of his clothes on, though he kept looking at Janice in hopes that she'd call him back.
But Janice remained motionless, her face turned away, until she heard Frank leave the bedroom and head for the kitchen. She sat up and listened while he gathered his sample pots and pans together, and then she jumped off the bed when the front door opened and closed.
Quickly she threw on a robe and hurried out to the kitchen. There she almost cried when she saw that the young salesman had left her the pots she had used to prepare their lunch. It was a nice gesture, but it only made her feel more guilty. Her husband had left only that morning, and she had wantonly seduced the very first man she saw. Vowing to herself that she would never do that to Jerry again, she sat down at the kitchen table and buried her face in her hands. Sure, keeping control of herself was fine, but she knew it meant she would have to do without the pleasure she wanted so badly. She didn't feel guilty for cheating, but because she had needed to be fucked by another man, because she couldn't wait a week - not even a day - until her own husband got home.
In the midst of her tears, Janice heard a car start, and she rushed to the window in time to see Frank Jamison drive off down the street.
"Good-bye Frank," she whispered against the windowpane. Damn! She had enjoyed being fucked by him, so why all the tears? She still loved her husband, and she always would, so really there was the harm in what she'd done this afternoon? Of course she wasn't planning to do it again, but . . .
As she stood gazing out the window, the young wife noticed a moving van halfway down the block and half a dozen men scrabbling around unloading furniture. Somebody new on the street. And as she headed back into the bedroom to get dressed, Janice was wondering who the family might be.
Chapter Four
With the movers traipsing all over the new house, and his mother on the lookout for more helping hands, Peter Carey was trying to stay out of sight. He couldn't hide in his new bedroom, since his bedroom furniture hadn't been unpacked yet, so he walked out to look over the backyard.
It was a large yard, and at the rear there was a giant old oak tree with thick twisted limbs. It took Peter only a minute to hoist himself up to one of the highest branches for a survey of the neighborhood. He could see almost the whole block and typical of a young man who has just discovered girls, he wondered if there would be anyone to date around there. Peter was sixteen, though his red hair and sharp features made him look more like nineteen, and sitting there in the oak tree thinking about his possibilities, he was getting a hard-on.
He hadn't minded so much leaving Indiana to move to Philadelphia. Hell, his father's promotion and transfer meant they'd be living much better here, and maybe he could even have his own car! No, he hadn't cared about leaving his high school or the people he'd known back in Gary, and he would have been glad to get away if he hadn't just met Sandy.
Peter looked down at the big new house his dad had just bought, and then compared it to the other houses he could see from his treetop perch. Their house looked like one of the best, except for the older place at the end of the street, he thought. It was certainly better than the house they'd had in Gary, and best of all, his bedroom had a door that led directly outside, so he could come and go without walking through the rest of the house. Carefully, he studied the possible route he'd take if somehow he found a girl who was willing to go to his bedroom with him.
Damn, he wished Sandy could have come to Philadelphia with them. Where was he going to find another girl like her? And why hadn't he met her until his last two weeks in Gary? At least then he could have had a little more of her before having to leave.
Peter had been skittish as a colt on their first date. Sandy Valentine was one of the sexiest girls in the eleventh grade class. Every guy in the school wanted a piece of her ass, and here she was going out with him! She was sixteen too, but she had better looking tits than any other girl in the class, or in the senior class either, for mat matter. Her hair was reddish brown and shiny, and man, she had legs that never stopped! When she wiggled her tight little ass walking down the hall, every guy behind her practically dropped in a dead faint. Just looking at Sandy gave Peter a raging hard-on, and sitting in a tree a thousand miles away, thinking about her, had exactly the same effect.
Peter shifted his position in the tree so that no one could see him from the ground. Then he unzipped his fly to free his achingly rigid penis. The soft summer breeze felt good on its turgid length, and the redheaded teenager wrapped his hand tightly around the desire-thickened shaft. He hadn't jerked off since after his second date with Sandy, and crap, after his third and final date with her, it hadn't been necessary.
Slowly the boy began stroking his stiffened cock, as his thoughts drifted back to that eventful last date with Sandy. Probably his telling her he was leaving the next day was what had loosened her up, but he remembered how glad he'd been to see her in a dress when he went to pick her up that night. She'd worn pants on their first two dates, and all Peter had succeeded in getting was some bare tit under her sweater. That night he'd gotten up the courage to try to finger-fuck her at the very least, and a dress was going to make it that much easier for him. All through holding hands in the movie, he'd thought he'd die, his cock was so hard in his pants. He couldn't wait to go somewhere and park with Sandy. During the drive to lovers' land, she kept telling him how sorry she was that he was leaving, but still he was surprised when she agreed to get in the back seat of the car with him.
Peter knew she'd let him touch her breasts, so he didn't waste any time getting to them. Her dress unbuttoned down the front, and he practically tore off half the buttons in his hurry. Sandy moaned into his mouth when he pushed up her nylon brassiere and felt the hardened little points of her nipples beneath his eager palms. He kissed her harder in the hope she was getting hot, as his thumb and forefinger squeezed her nipples and kneaded her soft breast flesh.
Sandy had her eyes shut tight, and Peter wanted to stop kissing her lips so that he could look down at her luscious tits. On his other dates with her, he'd only felt her breasts because of her sweater, but now with her dress open clear down to her waist, he could get a real good look. Getting up the nerve, he broke away from the kiss and glanced down. The breast in his hand was soft and full and luminous in the moonlight, and the tiny darker tip was just begging for his lips. Before Sandy could protest, he bent his head and sucked the beckoning little bud up into his watering mouth. Frantically, he pulled the erect nipple in between his teeth while licking all around it, and instead of pushing him away in outrage, Sandy moaned out loud and held his head tightly to her naked breast.
Wow! She was actually helping him kiss her breast, when he'd expected her to fight him off! Peter figured now was as good a time as any to try to get into her panties, so he gently placed his hand on her thigh. When she didn't push him away, he slowly ran his fingers up the smooth skin until he reached the hem of her dress. Then he moved his hand back to her knee and started over again, each time sneaking a little farther up under her hem, a little closer to the treasured goal of her vagina, and each time expecting to be stopped. But suddenly he found his fingers actually touching her panty-clad pussy mound, and he could feel its curving shape through the thin nylon material.
Oh Jesus! He'd never felt a girl's pussy before, and now he was dying to get her panties out of the way and really feel! Afraid she might stop him at any moment, Peter proceeded with caution by slowly rubbing his extended middle finger along the groove formed by Sandy's pulsing cuntal lips. Near the top of the curve he felt the small stiffened bud of her clitoris, and he pushed through her panties against it. Sandy let out a cry that scared him for a second, but when she continued stroking his head against her breast and even undulated her pelvis a little toward his lewdly searching hand, he began to rub her clitoris harder. He could feel the moisture of her aroused vagina through the thin panty material, and he wanted desperately to get her panties out of the way.
Driven with passion, Peter thrust his hand up under his young date's dress until he felt the elastic top of her panties, and half lifting her with his other arm, he pulled the panties down around her thighs. He'd thought that would solve the problem, but soon found that the hobbling panties only kept her legs pressed close together. So he pushed them on down to her knees, and that was as far as he could reach without taking his mouth away from her breast. He was afraid of breaking the spell if he stopped licking and sucking her naked breasts, so he was glad when Sandy lifted her legs up to simplify the rest of the panty removal. With her panties on the car floor, Peter again reached up under her summer dress to find her naked pussy.
Her pubic hair was sparse and silken-smooth, and without thinking, Peter pressed his eager fingers into the soft folds of sensitive cuntal flesh to locate her hardened clitoris. The tiny nerve-filled bud leaped to his brazen touch, and Sandy groaned on the seat beneath him.
"Aaaahhhhhh! Peternrrrrr!"
For the first time, Peter thought he might have a chance to fuck her! He hadn't thought he'd be this lucky, but man, she was as hot as he was, and she was wiggling her ass like crazy on the car seat while he rubbed her clitoris. After a moment, Peter slid his finger down along her hair-lined pussy until he felt the wetness of her seeping vaginal secretions. Working his out stretched finger slowly between the soft fleshy lips, he found the tight opening of her cunt, and cautiously he pushed his finger inside.
"Noooooo, Peter! . . . unnggghhhh!" Sandy moaned, but she made no move to stop him.
The tight warm passage felt smooth and spongy to Peter, and he pushed his finger in as far as it would go. Shit, he thought, I've got my finger in her cunt! His cock was so hard that his pants felt like they were going to cut it in two, but to unzip his fly and get some relief he'd have to take his finger out of Sandy's cunt, and he wasn't about to do that! His other hand was trapped underneath her, and in his twisted position on the seat it was impossible to get it free. So he began to finger-fuck frantically in and out of Sandy's desire-wet pussy in the hope of getting her hot enough to go for his cock. But she kept her hands locked around his head, and continued grinding her pussy against his screwing finger.
After a few minutes, Peter could stand it no more, and he raised his head from her saliva-moistened breast. "I want to fuck you, Sandy," he said in a husky voice, pulling his cunt-soaked finger from between her legs. Ripping his pants open, he shoved them down toward his knees, and his lust-stiffened penis popped up rigid as it came free. Sandy stared wide-eyed at the alarming size of his cock-shaft, but slowly nodded her head to Peter's lewd demand. And without saying another word, Peter pushed his hand back up between her thighs to spread them out on either side of his hips. Her dark eyes were locked on his wagging penis as he got down on the floor of the car between her open legs and pulled her hips in toward him with his hands behind her buttocks. Then he bunched her dress up around her waist and greedily watched her glistening pussy flesh being pulled apart as her legs were forced wide by his slender hips.
"Oh Peter, noooo! We shouldn't!" Sandy moaned when the blood-swollen head of his cock pushed into the soft folds of her naked pussy. Unheeding, the panting sixteen-year-old pulled her hips forward until her round white ass-cheeks were right at the edge of the car seat, and her feet were wide apart and hanging over the back of the driver's seat.
"Oh God, Sandy. Put it in! I want to be inside you so bad!" he pleaded. Sandy was staring down transfixed at the lewd sight of his long blunt-headed member straining against the tender folds of her widespread pussy. Slowly she reached down and grasped the throbbing rod of flesh, and the contact of her fingers made Peter nearly jump through the roof.
"Peter! Peter! Peter!" the auburn-haired girl chanted as she ran the tip of his penis down between the passion-moistened lips of her cunt. When he was centered just over the entrance of her vagina, she held his hard cock firmly in her hand as she slowly screwed her pussy onto the desire-thickened shaft. Working very slowly, she moaned all the time as the tight fleshy opening stretched over the hot rubbery head.
Peter gritted his teeth trying to keep from cumming before she got him inside. The sensation of his penis being slowly consumed by her warm wet cunt was incredible, and it took all his willpower to keep from jamming it right in. But he held back, watching down over her quivering belly as Sandy worked her pussy farther along his pounding cock-shaft. He thought it should be hurting her, but though her face looked twisted in pain, she still kept silently taking more and more of his aching column up inside her tight cuntal passage. Inch by inch his hard cock disappeared up into her belly, and his balls swirled with cum as he felt the glove-like flesh wrapping tightly over every part of his virgin member. In a moment she had to let go with her hand, but she pressed against his lower belly to prevent him from lunging all the way inside her. Then Peter realized his cock was completely buried, as she let out a little cry.
"Oh please be gentle! It feels like I'm going to split!" she begged him in a small voice, as though using the breath to speak louder would make it hurt more. She had a shocked expression on her face when Peter slowly withdrew his pulsing cock from the depths of her womb. It was as though they both were hypnotized by the sight of his moistened member leaving her pussy. He backed all the way out, and then slid very slowly forward again, easily parting the tight walls of her now-loosened passage.
"Oooooggghhhh!" he grunted as her lust-heated inner flesh gripped him wildly once more. Jesus! He was fucking her, and not just with his finger either!
Sandy's mouth fell open from the pleasure-pain sensations in her well-filled young cunt. She arched her breasts upward, and Peter bent over to suck one spiked-out nipple into his mouth. Though he'd never screwed a girl before, he found himself falling easily into the rhythm of fucking, and soon he was driving in and out of her wildly receptive cunt at breakneck speed. It didn't take long for Sandy to start grinding her buttocks in time to his lusty forward lunges, and she took his skewering cock with greater and greater ease. It was only minutes before their mutual rhythm became frantic as the sensations of their coupling grew in intensity.
It felt good, too good, and Peter couldn't hold back his cum another second. His balls were drawn up tight, and the tip of his penis tingled with pleasure. Then suddenly, as he pushed forward with his hips and froze with his penis locked tight in the crazy softness of her cunt, his cum exploded from the deep-buried tip.
"Aaarrrrhhhh! Peterrrr! Ooohhhhhh!" Sandy moaned as she felt the stinging semen shoot far up into her quivering young belly; She screwed her cunt tight against his loins and held him with all her might as his penis jerked insanely in her passion-wet vagina.
Just thinking about it now, Peter had to grab for a sturdy branch as his cock squirted out its sticky white cum, jerking madly in his pumping hand. His eyes were shut as he thought back on his first piece of tail, and his sperm sliced through the air in a thin high arc. He kept pulling at his cock with his hand until the last spurt of cum fired from his spending penis, and then he opened his eyes and sighed with relief. Jerking off wasn't as good as fucking Sandy had been, but since she wasn't around, it was a good enough second.
He sat up straighter on the branch and waited for his cock to go down so he could stuff it back in his pants. Climbing down from the tree, he wished he were back in Gary so he could call Sandy and ask her out. Shit! Getting into a girl's panties was hard enough without your dad lousing things up by getting transferred halfway across the country! Now he'd have to start all over again. And there had better be some girls in this neighborhood, or he was going to have a heck of a long wait till school started in the fall!
Chapter Five
In Janice's dream, the door-to-door salesman named Frank was hovering naked between her open thighs, about to drive his lust-thickened penis into her hungering cunt. And at that point, the young wife awoke in a pool of dampness from sweat-soaked sheets, her black hair plastered to her forehead and neck.
Damn! It had been a good dream. Why hadn't she stayed asleep? Rolling over to a cool part of the bed, she rubbed her eyes awake and looked up at her reflection in the mirrored ceiling. She looked nice in the morning, she thought, examining her sheet-swathed body. Then she threw the satin sheets off her naked form and ran her hands sensuously down over her warm full breasts, feeling her desire-stiffened nipples poking like hard buttons against her palms. Feeling the pleasant sensations of lust that sizzled down to her cunt from her tingling breasts, she drew her knees up and spread her firm thighs out wide on the bed. She stared up at the reflection of her glossy black pubic hair, and the narrow pink slit of her pussy seemed to throb at her gaze. The tender aroused flesh was glistening with moisture, and for a long moment the frustrated housewife thought she would complete what her dream had started. Her belly was hungry for a good fucking, and she imagined how her cool plastic massager would feel sliding satisfyingly in and out between her thighs. The idea was appealing, but when she got up from the bed to get the device, she had second thoughts. If she masturbated once, then she'd want it again, until she'd get to the point of spending the whole damn week in bed waiting for her husband to get home.
Angry with herself, Janice grabbed her robe and left the bedroom without even making the bed. Stopping in the living room to open the drapes, she looked out at the beautiful morning and made a mental note to put on a bathing suit later and work on her tan. Then she walked on into the kitchen and put some water on for coffee, and she had just spooned the coffee in a cup when the doorbell rang.
For a second she wondered if the young salesman could possibly be coming back on his day off for more of what he'd tasted on Saturday, but then she laughed that off. Pulling her robe more tightly around her naked body, she went to the door. There very definitely was a young man standing there, grinning broadly, and rather handsome too, she thought, but thank God it wasn't Frank Jamison. This one was a total stranger. Then she blushed with shame as she remembered that the cookware salesman had also been a total stranger.
"Hi! I'm Peter Carey!" the redhead said before Janice got the door all the way open. "I just moved in yesterday." And he crooked his thumb back over his shoulder to indicate his family's new home.
Janice looked in the direction he pointed, and remembered the moving van she'd seen the day before. It seemed rather quick of him to be visiting the neighborhood already, even though it was eleven o'clock; people liked to sleep late on Sundays. Oh well, she thought, I'm up, so who cares.
"Yes," she said, "I noticed all the bustle. I'm Janice Harper. Won't you come in for a Coke or something? I was just fixing myself some coffee." She held out her hand, and the boy shook it firmly in his own.
"Uh . . . yes, thank you!" Peter said, a little stunned by the attractive older woman. She looked like she might be naked under her robe, and the idea was doing crazy things to his guts. "Hope I'm not bothering you, Mrs. Harper," he said as he followed her into the house.
"Not at all. I was just going to have some coffee and then go sit in the sun. Would you rather have coffee?"
"No, Coke's fine with me," he answered, as she motioned for him to sit down at the kitchen table. "Uh ... we got to Philadelphia two days ago . . . from Gary, Indiana . . . but the moving people didn't arrive with our stuff till yesterday. Our house is a real mess, I guess."
Peter was having a hard time thinking of things to say. He had never talked to an older woman before, and certainly not one who was just sitting there casually wearing nothing but a robe. Oh well, maybe she had a bathing suit on, since she said she was going to sunbathe, but still ... He almost forgot what he had come for.
"Oh by the way. I stopped to see if maybe you need any help around the house. You know, like mowing the lawn or cleaning out the garage or something." He smiled at Janice as she handed him an icy Coke, and then continued. "I thought I could earn some extra money for school."
"Will you be going to school around here?"
Janice asked, completely overlooking his question as she filled her coffee cup with boiling water and carried it to the table.
Peter wondered at her response, and then realized that she must think he was older than just sixteen. "Uh . . . haven't decided yet. I'm looking into several schools," he lied, not wanting her to know he was still in high school. And to cover his embarrassment over the lie, he took a big gulp of his Coke.
"Well, there are a lot of good schools on the East Coast, but be careful to keep on it. You know they take forever to answer, and before you know it, summer vacation will be over and you still won't be enrolled. Where did you say you were from?" Janice was speaking as hurriedly as her new redheaded neighbor, and for good reason. She had liked the young man right off, and now she was fighting a constant battle with herself to ignore the wicked idea forming in the back of her mind.
"Gary, Indiana," Peter said, and told her about his father's promotion. "The town had its good points and its bad points, but I came along because I thought the schools were better in the East." Peter's heart sank when Mrs. Harper laughed at his statement, and he thought he'd given himself away.
"Well, the choice is certainly better, and you may be right about the quality," she said at last. "At least a lot of people seem to think so."
Peter breathed a sigh of relief and took another gulp of his Coke. He decided he'd better come up with a decent explanation for being willing to do simple yard work. "You know, my dad's transfer was kind of unexpected, and now here I am in a city I don't know very well, and all the good summer jobs are already taken. I'm at the point where I'll take anything to earn a few extra bucks."
"I guess it is pretty hard for you," Janice agreed, trying to keep her mind on finding work for the good-looking young man. The lawn did need attention, since Jerry never seemed to be home long enough to do anything about it. And it would be nice to have this kid puttering around! "But you're in luck, Peter. The yard does need quite a bit of work, and my husband's laziness is your gain. You can start today, if you like."
"Terrific! I really appreciate it, Mrs. Harper!" Peter said, and then buried his face in his Coke again. He was doubly excited by her offer, partly because he could use the money, and partly because it meant he could be around this sexy older woman!
"I appreciate your offer, Peter," Janice laughed, taking his empty glass from his hands. "Here, let me get you some more Coke." She turned toward the refrigerator and then turned back again. "On second thought, would you like something to eat? You'll need your strength if you're going to tackle that front lawn." As she spoke, she wasn't paying any attention to the state of her dress, and her robe drifted open slightly as she swiveled to face the blushing redhead.
Peter heard Janice's comment about food, but his mind was following the drift of her robe, his eyes riveted to the shadowy opening where he thought he could see most of her full rounded breast. Sonofabitch! She wasn't even wearing a bathing suit under her robe! He'd been right in the first place! He could hardly keep his eyes off the gap in her robe, but he was afraid she would notice his staring, so he forced himself to look away. Man, he'd love to suck that tit!
"You didn't answer my question," Janice reminded him, cocking her head at him. "I was going to fix myself a sandwich, and you're welcome to join me."
"Oh, uh, thanks, but no," Peter said quickly. "I just ate before I came over here, and anyway, I should get started on your lawn." As soon as he said it, he was sorry he'd refused her offer, for he'd have liked nothing better than to watch her move around the kitchen and know that she was totally naked under that flimsy robe. He was hoping for a better look at her body now before he had to leave, though the first glimpse had made him nervous. If he looked any more, she'd be sure to see the growing bulge in his pants, so he tried to think away his hard-on before he had to stand up. To stall for time, he asked where the garden tools were kept. Janice told him everything was in the garage, and then said he could come back for a cool drink when he finished with the front lawn.
"You're going to need some refreshment when you get through hacking at that jungle out there! Is it very warm out today?" she asked as Peter sidled across the kitchen toward the garage.
"Yes it is, but I'm used to it," he replied, hurrying to get out of her sight. The sooner he got the job done, the sooner he could be back in the kitchen looking at the lovely older woman again!
After eating a leisurely lunch, Janice sauntered into the living room to see how far Peter had gotten with the front lawn. The lean young redhead had stripped down to his waist and was framed in the picture window as he pushed the lawn mower rapidly over the thick grass. Surprised to see that the job was almost done, the black-haired housewife stood back from the window so she wouldn't be seen, and watched the boy work. His arms were muscular and tan, the strength in them obvious from the way he was handling the mower. His shoulders were broad, and his waist and hips narrow. He took long, effortless strides as he pushed the mower, and at the edge of the lawn he would practically lift the machine to turn it around. His jeans were tight, and Janice felt a little thrill race over her flesh as she stared at the bulge of his penis at the crotch. It was impossible now to resist the lewd thoughts that were going through her mind.
Janice wondered whether the boy was experienced in sexual matters. After all, he'd said he was going to college in the fall. She hadn't asked him if it was his first year, but he looked about nineteen, so he must have had a girlfriend by now. He wasn't that much younger than she, but he was younger, and the thought of having his virile male body on top of her made her belly burn with sexual hunger.
She tried to face the idea squarely: sure, it was wrong, but then so had her wanton episode with the salesman the day before been wrong. She could tell by the way Peter had been looking at her over the kitchen table that he was turned on by her, and she knew that if he did come in after finishing the lawn, she wouldn't be able to resist this terrible desire she had for him. Why fight it, when it was going to happen anyway? She wanted him too much to deny herself the pleasure. She had been planning to put on her bikini, but now she decided to keep the robe on. It would make things easier for them both.
The whole time Peter was cutting the grass, he kept thinking about Mrs. Harper. He tried to imagine what she'd look like naked, and the thought made his penis half hard with excitement. Then he pictured her in the back seat of his dad's car, ready to be fucked the way he'd fucked Sandy, and he knew he was going to have to jack off pretty soon if he wanted to get rid of this hard-on. Man, would he ever like to fuck Mrs. Harper!
Peter had no idea how long it took him to cut the lawn, but when he finished, he hurried around to the garage to put away the mower. He wanted to get inside for that cool drink and another look at Janice Harper. He knocked on the door between the garage and the kitchen, and when he heard a response, walked on inside. Janice was standing by the open refrigerator, and her robe was just barely covering the front of her voluptuous body.
"Like a beer?" she asked before he could speak. He was wide-eyed and startled by her offer, and for a second he just stood in the doorway.
"Sure! Sounds good!" Peter said, trying to act casually. Man, didn't she know what she was doing to him? She looked even more enticing than before, and he couldn't take his eyes off her.
"Have a seat, Peter, while I get it. You did a good job on the lawn. I was watching you from the window." Janice's voice was low and sultry as she set the cold beer down on the table. She smiled inwardly at the obvious way she was affecting the boy.
"Thanks," he said, taking the beer and quickly gulping down half the bottle. He wasn't sure whether he was thanking her for the beer or for her compliment about the grass cutting, and his thoughts were even more confused when she sat down across the table from him and her robe fell away so that he could clearly see almost the whole of one soft breast. Holy shit! He was getting an erection again, and he tried to be nonchalant when he looked at her.
"You did a very nice job on the lawn, Peter," Janice cooed, "but you haven't told me what you want for doing it!" She was giving him her most seductive smile, and it was making him so nervous he had stopped breathing.
"Oh anything!" he blurted. "I'll take whatever you have!" Peter wasn't sure what he'd just said. His tongue was running by itself, while his mind was concentrated on his growing erection and the sight of Mrs. Harper's body.
"Why, Peter, are you propositioning me?" Janice said in mock innocence. He'd played right into her hands. "I'm very flattered," she added quickly, looking directly into his eyes.
The redhaired teenager didn't know what to think. Had he propositioned her? If he had, she didn't seem angry. Maybe she was really hot for him. That would be too good to believe. Still trying to be casual, he said in a low voice, "You are very beautiful." Then he quickly gulped more beer.
"Why, thank you, Peter," Janice said, and she reached across the table to touch his hand.
Peter coughed in his beer when he felt her fingers on the back of his hand. He wanted to grab her and fuck her right there on the kitchen floor, but he didn't move from the chair.
"You must be all tired and sweaty from working so hard," Janice continued. "And you probably don't have any towels unpacked yet at home, so why don't you take a shower here?"
"No! I . . . uh, that's very nice of you, but ..." Peter was dumbfounded by her easy offer.
"Now, I insist. Just come with me," she said forcibly, and she took his hand to pull him from the chair. "I'll bring you another beer, and you just make yourself at home. I won't take no for an answer."
The situation was hopeless. As she dragged him along behind her, Peter tried to hide the telltale bulge in his pants by holding his beer in front of his crotch. When she took the empty beer can from his hand, he had to turn quickly so she wouldn't see. But she appeared not to have noticed a thing, as she led him through the master bedroom with its rumpled bed and on through her dressing room to the shower.
"This is really nice of you, Mrs. Harper," he said, as she got a big bath towel down from the cabinet. He'd been all wrong about her being interested in him sexually, he thought. She was just being neighborly. And now he hoped he could control himself and not do something foolish. It was sure lucky she hadn't gotten mad at his apparent proposition, though he really couldn't remember having made it. He made a mental note to be more careful of what he said in the future.
"Now go ahead and use anything you like," Janice said, turning on the telephone shower head in her sunken tub. "I'll bring you a fresh beer and leave it right outside the door." She smiled again as she went out the door with his empty beer can.
Peter was feeling a little giddy from drinking that first beer so fast on an empty stomach, and he was sure he had seen a glimpse of Mrs. Harper's curly dark pussy hair as she turned to leave the bathroom. Her robe had swirled away from her long shapely legs, and his eyes had traveled swiftly up their tapered expanse, but not swiftly enough to be sure of what he'd seen at the top.
Unconsciously, the teenager pulled off his clothes and stepped into the warm shower. His penis was still half erect, and the needle-sharp spray didn't help deflate it any. Just the idea of standing completely naked in her shower while she was in the same house made his cock swell larger, and he couldn't resist stroking it for the pleasure it gave him.
He stood motionless under the hot spray for several minutes, enjoying the sensation of the water splashing over his work-sore muscles. His penis was now fully erect, and even when he tried to make it go down, it refused to cooperate. The whole scene was just too sensuous, and his young mind was filled with images of Janice Harper in the nude.
Finally, he realized he had been in the shower for a long time, and he shut off the water, only to jump at the sound of a knock on the bathroom door. Quickly scrambling out of the tub, he grabbed the bath towel and wrapped it around his hips. But he couldn't hold it very tight, because his traitorously stiff penis was pushing it straight out in front of him.
"Peter? Are you decent?" came Janice's voice from the other side of the door.
A denial froze in Peter's throat as he saw the doorknob turning and realized too late that he hadn't locked the door.
"Did you forget your beer? It's been sitting here so long, I was afraid it would get warm," Janice said as she opened the door. A fresh beer was in her hand.
"Oh... ah, yeah...uh, thanks!" Peter croaked, afraid she would come into the bathroom. But when she saw the towel around his hips, she smiled and held out the beer to him.
"Sorry to interrupt you," she said, motioning for him to take the can. Without thinking, he walked quickly over to grab the beer and get her out of the bathroom, but in his haste, the ends of the bath towel parted over his erection and left his blood-engorged penis poking out of the opening like a dog from a pup'tent.
"Oh, Peter!" Janice exclaimed, and she reached out to press the terrycloth back over the boy's exposed loins.
Peter didn't know what to think, and he just stood there a foot away from his voluptuous neighbor with his mouth hanging open. His cock was pushing lewdly out into her hand as if daring her to squeeze it. And she had let her robe go when she grabbed at the towel, so that now he was staring right at the soft fuzzy curve of her dark-haired pussy!
"Peter, would you like to put that between my legs?" Janice tried to make her voice sound surprised as she asked the question.
Hot damn! Had he heard her right? His cock leaped up under the towel, and he nodded his reply, while his brain whirled with excitement.
"But Peter... we hardly know each other!"
Oh no, had he propositioned her again? What the hell did she want him to do?
But he didn't have long to find out, for Janice put down the beer she was still holding and moved closer to her nervous young neighbor, taking the towel from his shaking hands. He stood before her now completely naked, the thick swollen head of his erect penis just a few short inches from the triangle of glossy black curls covering her cunt. As if in a dream, Peter reached out and pulled her close in his arms, his hotly pulsing cock sliding forward between her firm inner thighs.
"Ooohhh, Peter! We shouldn't... but it feels so gooooooddddd!" Janice said plaintively, and then she kissed him full on the mouth. Their bodies ground tightly together, and Janice wiggled her shoulders to let her robe fall from her body to the floor below. Now as naked as he was, she drove her tongue into the heated wetness of his young mouth, licking his tongue and teeth while she pressed her ripely rounded breasts against his hairless chest. Her belly on fire to be filled, she suddenly broke from the kiss and gasped against his ear.
"Not here, darling. Come into the bedroom." Then she turned and, with a coy smile back over her shoulder, left the steamy bathroom, her melon-shaped buttocks jiggling provocatively and inviting him to hurry.
Peter couldn't believe this was actually happening to him. For a stunned moment, he watched her walk away from him, the sight of her full-breasted figure exciting him beyond any level he'd ever reached before. It was the first time he'd seen a woman completely naked, and it was about to make him cum right there in the bathroom.
Shaking his head to clear it, he came to life and went darting after Janice into the darkened bedroom. She had pulled the drapes while he was taking a shower, and the semi-dark room made him feel less self-conscious. He could see her standing beside the bed waiting for him, and suddenly she was the only woman in the world. Gone was every thought of Sandy Valentine back in Gary, and every hope for the girls in Chestnut Hill. No one existed but Mrs. Janice Harper.
"Lie down on the bed, Peter," she breathed in a voice like honey. She took his arm and guided him as he stretched out on the rumpled satin sheets. "I want to kiss it... do you mind?"
The inexperienced teenager wasn't sure at first what Janice was talking about, but then the total impact of her statement hit him. She wanted to suck his cock! Sonofabitch! Did he mind? "No . . .," he replied in a lust-weakened voice. "G-go ahead."
Janice pushed his legs apart as she knelt up on the bed beside him. His young blood-filled penis stood straight up from his loins, and as she approached, it jerked with lewd excitement. With both her knees pressing against his right hip, Janice placed her left hand on his stomach and her right hand on his thigh, then slowly she brought her hands together toward the region of his pubic hair. His belly jerked at her familiar touch, but he was even more aroused when she wrapped her left hand gently around the base of his upstanding member. At the same electrifying moment, her right hand ran up between his thighs to cup the soft-skinned sac of his testicles.
"Haahhh!" The breath escaped his throat and startled even him. He hadn't planned to say anything, he was still so unsure of himself, but moaning made what she was doing feel even better.
Moving her long nimble fingers with sensual skill, Janice began to gently massage both his balls and his cock. She saw the boy draw in his breath as her fingers ran the rigid length of his desire-sensitized cock, and she wasted no time getting busy with her warm slippery tongue. Leaning forward until her lips were only inches above the swollen purple head, she exhaled her warm breath over the taut rubbery flesh. A single tiny drop of eager seminal fluid was perched precariously in the dilated slit, and as if hungry for it, she flicked her tongue against the tip of his long hard cock. It lurched from her obscene contact, and she grasped the base tighter with her left hand. Feeling the stirring excitement in his sperm-laden balls, she rolled them lightly in her other hand, while his turgid cock jerked crazily from the touch of her burning tongue.
Panting for breath, Peter leaned up to watch what his wanton neighbor was doing down at his loins, and he looked just as her small pink tongue flicked in and out of her mouth and dotted his aching penis with the heated wetness of her saliva. That, combined with the feel of her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, made him shake with unbridled lust.
Janice could feel the teenager's excitement growing with each up and down motion her hand now made around his pulsating cock-shaft. And as his heartbeat increased, she tipped her head to the side and ran her tongue wetly from the tip down to the red-fringed base of the long column. Then, once again hovering her open mouth tantalizingly over the bulbous head, she darted her tongue out into the tiny end-slit to taste his pungent secretions. The flavor and aroma of this eager boy's naked loins were making her own body burn with unbearable desire. A viscous moisture was forming between her throbbing cuntal lips at the thought of soon having this hard young cock rammed deep into her wanting belly, but for the moment, she banished the idea and concentrated on the pleasure at hand. If she got him really worked up first, then she would be the one to get a double reward later, and it would be well worth it now!
Steadying her tongue against the underside of his smooth coronal rim, Janice opened her mouth wide to encompass the entire bloated head. Slowly she lowered her ovalled red lips over his pulsing cock-head, her mouth closing firmly around the filling thickness. Running her tongue back and forth with furious intensity over the hot-fleshed tip made her saliva flow warmly around the whole swollen member, and she groaned as her lips sank lower and lower along the tight-veined shaft.
Peter couldn't believe his eyes as he watched his cock being sucked up into Mrs. Harper's tightly rounded mouth. He groaned out loud from the thrill that coursed through his entire body, and the sound made Janice double her down his burgeoning cock-shaft, pulling with her lips and tongue at the taut-stretched skin.
" Unnnggghhhh!" Peter moaned as the warmth of her mouth sent wild chills surging down the length of his rock-hard member, only to rush back upward again from the delicate touch of her fingers. Her tongue was like liquid fire, and it seemed to know every sensitive part of his cock. It felt as though her lips and teeth were drawing his whole being up into the warm wetness of her mouth, and the sensation was so fantastic, he thought he was hanging on the edge of release. Seeing her dark head bobbing obscenely over his naked loins was driving him wild, and he tried to fight back the cum that was welling inexorably in his balls. Surely she didn't want him cumming in her mouth! But when he opened his own mouth to tell her to slow down if she didn't want an accident, all that came out was a short high squeak. And when her soft black hair fell forward and brushed his belly with every motion of her head, he knew it was a losing battle he was trying to fight.
Suddenly Janice plunged her lips down over her younger neighbor's entire shaft, taking its full length into her hungry throat. It felt like the swollen head was pressing against her tonsils, and for a minute she thought she would gag. Raising up quickly, she dragged her teeth gently along the shaft, leaving white streaks where she had forced the blood from the surface of his skin. She gulped back the saliva that flowed freely in her mouth, and then plunged her lips down hard again over his rigidly waiting penis. Still holding the base with her left hand, she sucked with all her might and pumped her hand up and down in lewd rhythm to her slavering lips. His balls were cradled in her other hand, and she could feel them growing tight as the pressure built within them. Soon the cum that was swirling and churning in their convoluted depths would be shooting freely into the greedy well of her throat, and she would be ready when it did!
The sensations pouring through the captive teenager's lust-filled body seemed to multiply faster and faster as the kneeling older woman sucked and squeezed with greater intensity. Peter was still fighting to hold back his climax, but the sight of Mrs. Harper's body, naked and moving above his tingling loins, was defeating his purpose. Man, she was something else! Her skin was smooth and white, and it was obvious she hadn't worked very hard yet at getting a tan, for there were almost no bikini marks at all. Her roundly sculpted ass-cheeks were flexing together in time to her fabulous sucking of his cock, while her breasts swayed beneath her like two quivering mounds of vanilla ice cream, the dark nipples hard and pointed like two chocolate bits. He could barely see the upper wisps of her pubic hair where it tapered down toward her exciting cunt, but he drove his demanding cock up into her ovalled mouth as if he were plunging it into the tight hot passage between her legs. It was all too much, and hi belly felt like a rock as he tensed for the imminent rush of his sperm up into her open mouth. Any second now and he was going t reach the bursting point!
Janice was totally lost in the sucking of the handsome redhead's pounding cock. It ha become part of her senses, and she was jus waiting until the promised cum in his drum-tight young balls was shooting out the tip of his penis and deep into her voracious throat. She wanted to taste its salty heat, to have the thick stick liquid flowing fast into her empty belly. She could feel the mushroom-shaped head swelling even larger between her lips, and she was sure it was about to explode. Happily, she drove he head down the turgid column, and at the same time pumped furiously with her hand, feeling the semen beginning to travel its pleasurable route.
Peter arched his hips up off the satin sheets and cried out loud as his whole body seemed to erupt with lust. His cock felt like it was stretching out to twice its size in Mrs. Harper's mouth, as the boiling hot cum raced up its aching length and burst from the swelled head. He couldn't believe it was happening, but he watched wide-eyed as the dark-haired housewife sucked insanely at his gushing cock, taking in every single drop of the semen that jerked from the buried tip. She was eating him alive and, oh man, he hoped it would never end!
Janice wasn't looking for an end either, as she gulped down the steaming flood of cum that was spurting into her willing throat. Still pumping on the rigid rod of flesh, she licked and sucked around the head as it kept cumming. She drank it down as fast as she could, while her right hand milked his shuddering balls for more, but it was too much for her to handle all at once, and she was forced to let some of the thick white liquid dribble out the corners of her mouth. When it finally stopped, she purred as she licked her tongue all over the rubbery flesh to get every bit of the precious cum. She was like a hungry cat going for milk, and she was pleased at the way Peter reacted.
At first, Peter fell back on the bed, totally drained of all energy and will. He writhed at the licking pleasures Janice was giving him, and the realized that she had swiveled around so that he buttocks were up by his head. Tentatively h reached his hand out to feel the soft moist flesh of her pussy and it felt great, better than he remembered Sandy Valentine's pussy feeling. He fondled the warm wet flesh with his fingertips and Janice moaned and wriggled her buttocks in response to his touch. Then she started working over his loins in a way he had never expected. Her finger moved deftly around his deflated cock, beneath his balls and in between the cheeks of his sinewy young buttocks. The sensuousness of her touch made his mind fill anew with notions of lust, and he wasn't even aware of how his cock was reacting. Then he felt her finger pressing up between the cheeks of his ass until it made contact with his anus, and the bolt of pleasure that rocked his loins made him jab his own finger up between the wet hair-lined lips of her cunt.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" Janice groaned. "Do you want to fuck me now?" Peter was about to say it would be impossible, but then he looked down and saw that his cock was hard and ready once more, and he nodded his assent with a lewd little grin.
Peter Carey learned a lot that hot afternoon, but he felt it was only the beginning of his education. He was so caught up with Janice Harper in her darkened bedroom that he lost all track of time, and only when they went into the kitchen for something to drink did he realize he was late for dinner. Janice had to laugh, watching him tear into his clothes and rush out the door, but she knew he'd be back the next day for more of what she'd taught him.
All the way down the street to his new home, Peter whistled at his good fortune in finding Mrs. Harper his first day in Philadelphia. He would tell his parents that she had hired him to do lots of yard work, and that way he could spend practically the whole summer at the house down the street. Hot damn!
Chapter Six
Peter Carey's mother was angry. It was dinner time for the sixth night since they had arrived in Philadelphia, and for the fifth night in a row, her son was not at the table.
"Why is he late again, Tom?" she asked her husband rhetorically. "What's so important at that Harper woman's house that Peter has to miss dinner every night?" Her voice was raspy, and she was dropping the plates on the table with a deliberate clatter.
Tom Carey tried to keep his anger from welling up to the surface, as he had no intention of giving his wife the satisfaction of an argument. He didn't like Peter to miss dinner either, because at least when their son was present, some semblance of cordiality was maintained during the meal. But tonight he refused to be pulled into another useless discussion of Peter's absence just to satisfy his wife's jealousies.
"Peter's been working very hard up there, and as long as he's earning some extra money on his own, you should be glad he's spending his time so well. Put his plate in the oven and keep it warm for him." Peter's father spoke without looking up from his own plate, and he stuffed a large bite of potatoes in his mouth to end the conversation.
"It's easy for you to say that. You go into town every day and have no idea what goes on around here. There are plenty of things Peter could be doing around this house, Tom, but I don't see hide nor hair of him from dawn to dusk, and I don't like it!" Her voice was reaching hysteria level, and she was doing it on purpose, knowing it would get to him. "Sally Baker, next door, told me that woman is up there alone most of the time, and Peter's there every day with her. It's not right!"
Tom Carey took another bite of his dinner so he wouldn't have to answer his wife. It depressed him that she was getting on his nerves more and more lately. When he'd accepted the new position with his company, it had been partly because he'd thought a change of towns might help the situation at home. He and Martha hadn't been getting along it seemed for several years, and she had found a circle of friends and activities to keep her busy enough to justify their infrequent nights together. For some reason, she had lost interest in him, and he was sure that most of her activities were just excuses for not wanting to have sex with him. Yet, he still hoped that a change of scenery would improve her disposition, although they'd been in Philadelphia for almost a week now and hadn't balled once yet. Her excuse now was being too tired from the move, but Tom expected her to soon be finding new reasons to replace that one. And it looked as though, temporarily at least, she was going to work herself into a frazzle about their son's behavior and use that to fend him off. He felt that he had made the effort to create pleasant conditions at their new home, and if his wife didn't show some willingness to be agreeable, then he was going to do something about it, and soon.
"I think you should go up there and find out yourself just what Peter is doing that's so fascinating," Martha continued after getting no response from her placid husband. She looked at him for some reaction, and getting none, jabbed a piece of meat with her fork.
"You don't want the boy to think we're spying on him, do you?" Tom asked calmly.
"Don't be ridiculous! If you won't go up there, then I will!" she answered and Tom knew she would do it, too.
"I'll go, but after dinner. I'm just saying we should be tactful about this. We don't want Peter to feel we don't trust him." Tom was fighting to maintain his coolness when what he really wanted was to lash out at his unfeeling wife.
"Oh all right. Handle it your way. You make me sound like a shrew, you're so lackadaisical about things," she whined, playing the hurt wife now. Tom recognized the all-too-familiar tone, and knew that this was one more night when he wouldn't get laid. Shit! He had left a very cozy girl friend back in Gary as his sacrifice to the reinstatement of their marriage, but he was beginning to feel sorry for having done it. If things kept on the way they were going, he'd have to find another girl here in Philadelphia, for that had been the only way he'd maintained his sanity before.
"Anything for dessert?" he asked as the last bite of his dinner was still in his mouth. He wasn't anxious to go check up on Peter, but he wanted to get the meal over with as soon as possible.
When he had scraped the last of the ice cream from the dish, Tom got up from the table without saying a word. He walked into the master bedroom to get a jacket, and when he returned to the front hall, Martha was there waiting for him.
"If you think it's necessary, you can invite the Harper woman for cocktails on Sunday. It won't hurt being friendly with the neighbors," she said as he walked out the door.
"Okay, dear. That may just get me out of an embarrassing situation." Tom smiled at his frowning wife, then headed for the end of the block. It was amazing how sociable Martha could be, when she seemed to hate other women so much, as though all women who were true women were reminders of what she was not.
As he casually strolled up the street, he hoped he would run into Peter coming in the opposite direction, and be saved the trouble of facing the Harper woman. Tom had never met the woman, but he had formed a clear picture of her in his mind. The way Peter talked, she was a lonely woman probably in her fifties, and she spent the whole day talking to Peter while he was trying to garden. Tom imagined she would trap him in some endless conversation about cats and geraniums tonight, and the idea made him doubly mad at his wife for sending him on this foolish errand.
Nearing the property where his son was supposed to be working, Tom ran his hands through his dark hair and tried to concoct some story that would justify his dropping in on Mrs. Harper like this. The only excuse he could think of was the invitation Martha had suggested, and he rehearsed it in his mind as he strolled up the front path. Thinking Peter must be working in the backyard, since he didn't see the boy out front, Tom headed around the lawn instead of ringing the doorbell. It was when he was beside a large window toward the back of the house that he heard voices, and, his curiosity aroused, he leaned closer to listen.
"Look out, Mrs. Harper! I'm going to fuck you until you're yelling for me to quit!" The boy inside was saying as he dove onto the bed beside his employer. They had been in the shower together, and Janice had been teasing him with the spray head. They had both become so excited by the lewd game that they had hardly stopped long enough to dry off.
Janice's naked body glistened in the summer evening sunlight, as she rolled playfully across the satin-sheeted bed. Her pussy was afire with tiny sparks of lust, and she wanted desperately to have young Peter's rigid cock jamming into her moist cuntal passage as hard as possible . . . and as soon as possible! Since the previous Sunday when Peter had first come by to do yard work, their sexual games had become increasingly abandoned. That was all they did and all they wanted to do. In fact, the only time the sixteen-year-old redhead had been out in the yard in the last week was one afternoon when they sunbathed together in the nude. For all the rest of the time, Janice had arranged all sorts of sensual entertainments for them, and she had never before had so much fun in bed. She had come to really enjoy her illicit affair with young Peter Carey, and she was beginning to resent the idea that her husband would be coming home in two days and her fun would be over. She had already calculated the schedule by which Peter could come over to the house in the daytime when Jerry was at work, so that her spouse wouldn't suspect a thing. Probably the affair wouldn't last very long . . . young boys had such short attention spans . . . but the sex-hungry brunette was determined to take advantage of it for as long as she could. The fun they had together was just too good to be true, and when Peter landed on the bed next to her, she rolled away from him in mock horror.
"Oooohhh! Keep your hands off me, you filthy little boy!" she squealed. The game today was "rape", and they were both playing their parts to the holt. But Janice could hardly keep a straight face when Peter lay down on his back with his boyishly erect penis jutting toward the ceiling like a pointing finger.
"I'm going to make you twirl on this!" he said in a threatening tone, trying not to laugh. He was indicating his desire-hardened cock, and Janice's eyes grew wide in response to his demand.
"No! Ohhh nnooooooo!" she cried in feigned terror. "It's too biiiigggg!" But at the same time she was protesting, she was moving across the wide bed to caress his fleshy member.
Listening outside at the window, Peter's father was about to turn away and leave the yard. On first instinct, he was sure he had walked into the wrong yard. But though the voices inside were muffled somewhat, he was certain that the youthful one he'd heard belonged to his own son. He couldn't believe he was hearing correctly, but it sounded like his teenage son was actually raping this old woman, Mrs. Harper! What else could it be.
Rightly alarmed, Tom Carey headed quickly around the edge of the house, looking for a way inside. His only thought was to stop Peter before it was too late, and he had visions of the boy going to prison for rape. The scandal would ruin not only the boy's life but the entire family's as well, and he knew he had to find a way into the house and break up the incident.
Finding no open doors at the back of the house, Carey ran back to the front and tried the main door. Incredibly, the latch was open, and he hurried inside, looking for a route that would take him to the corner of the house where he'd heard the voices. Then he heard a new sound that made him freeze in his tracks.
"Ooohhhh, Mrs. Harper! You've got such a soft pussy!" Peter groaned, raising his hips up from the bed to push his swollen cock up into the wet hair-rimmed flesh of the older woman's cunt. Janice was straddling his hips, her loins an inviting target for his tight-drawn penis. Peter was still lying on his back, and he had to draw his knees up to get the leverage he wanted, as he coaxed the blunt rubbery head of his member into the dark-fringed pink slit spread so enticingly open above him.
"I'll sit on you, darling! Hold still!" Janice cooed, as she circled his blood-engorged shaft with her fingers and pushed him back. Peter lay out flat again to enjoy the pleasures that Janice knew so well how to give. Slowly, tantalizingly, she began to move his pulsating cock-shaft back and forth at the juncture of her widespread thighs, working it wetly in between the desire-flushed lips of her waiting cunt with great care.
Unmoving and unbreathing in the hallway, Tom Carey knew that he had been mistaken about what he'd heard from outside the house. This was certainly no rape! He knew that the chivalrous thing to do was to leave quietly, but his curiosity was getting the better of him. He knew what was happening in the room at the end of the hall, and he didn't want to interrupt it at all now. But what he did want, as he moved closer and closer to the open bedroom door, was to see this Mrs. Harper woman. With a sexy voice like that, if she was anywhere near fifty, then he was the king of Sweden.
Taking careful steps so as not to be heard, Peter's father worked his way down the hall, moving faster only when he heard the groans of pleasure coming from his son. Reaching the doorway, he leaned cautiously forward to look around the jamb, and he understood immediately why his son had been so late coming home for dinner this past week. The first thing he saw were the smoothly rounded cheeks of an obviously beautiful young woman's buttocks. Her firm tan thighs were spread wide apart on either side of his son's hips, and she was holding his turgid penis with one hand while she worked it back and forth in the moist pink flesh of her naked pussy. Although kneeling, the dark-haired Harper was leaning forward slightly, and Tom could see just a hint of her breasts as they swayed voluptuously over Peter's prostrate form. The boy was looking directly up at her, his palms rubbing her lustily stiffened nipples. Her smooth brown back was arched inward, a sloping curve of tan flesh leading down to the melon-ripe cheeks of her buttocks. And it was those two half-moons of mouth-watering flesh that held Tom Carey's stare. The rousing sight made his penis lurch into hungry erection, and unconsciously he began rubbing the growing bulge in his pants with his hand.
"Oooohhhh Peter! Your cock is so hot on my little pussy! Mmmmnnnnn!" Janice moaned as she found the entrance to her love-starved vagina with its bulbous tip. Wiggling her ass-cheeks sensually back and forth without taking his excited member inside her cunt, she taunted him with more words. "Tell me how you're going to fuck me," she demanded, and Peter moaned out loud before he could reply.
Weak with lust, the boy raised his head to look down beneath her lewdly hovering body to the shiny dark triangle of her pubic hair, and he arched his hips abruptly upward in a vain attempt to drive his bursting cock into the depths of her womb.
"M-Mrs. Harper . . . make your pussy come down slowly over my prick. Do it so I can feel every part of your tight hot cunt," he begged. His fingers dug cruelly into her tender breast flesh as a twinge of desire knotted his young loins, and Janice made a low throaty sound in response.
With an admiring slowness, Janice ran her hand down the length of his throbbing cock-shaft until she felt the few sparse strands of immature pubic hair at his groin. Then she reached down between his thighs to cup the soft-skinned sac of his testicles in her palm.
"There's a lot of cum waiting in there for me, isn't there, darling?" she questioned in a sexy voice. She worked her fingers nimbly over the pressure-sensitive balls as though weighing the liquid contained within.
"Yeah! Shit! I sure do!" Peter groaned in answer.
His desire-filled penis seemed to grow larger when she spoke, and without hesitating another second, she lowered her hips just enough so that the rubbery head of his cock sank inside her tight cuntal opening, but no more. She held him there groaning, as the soft pink flesh of her pussy entrance tantalized his aching penile head with its steaming warmth. The heat of her flowing cuntal secretions seemed to permeate the whole of his penis, as small drops ran slowly down the lust-sensitized shaft.
Peter raised his head again and popped his mouth open to pull one of her stiffened pink nipples into the confines of his hungry lips. He nipped and licked on the little bud as his brain reeled with the sensations assaulting his loins. Mrs. Harper's tight vaginal passage seemed to part like warm butter over the taut-skinned head of his hard member, while the slick warm walls devoured him with pleasure. Inch by torturous inch she took his jerking shaft up into her greedy belly, and she moaned out loud as he nipped her swollen breasts with his sharp teeth.
Peter's father knew he shouldn't be standing there watching this obscene display, but try as he might to turn and go, his feet wouldn't cooperate. The scene on the bed was too stimulating to ignore, and his own excitement was getting the best of him. From his vantage point in the doorway, he could clearly see the older woman's glistening pink pussy working its way gradually down over the blood-hardened rod of flesh that thrust up boyishly from his son's loins. It didn't take much effort for him to imagine what her cunt would feel like wrapped around his own long-denied penis, and the thought made the pressure in his balls become unbearable. It had been too damn long since he'd gotten laid, and he needed to set his cock free from the too-tight confines of his pants to stop the aching. He, too, wanted to fuck this sensually willing brunette who was lowering her wet vagina down over his son's hard upstanding penis.
Oblivious of the audience, though, Janice felt the churning in her belly building to a crescendo, even as she tried to prolong the consumption of Peter's rigid shaft up inside. The blunt hot head was stretching the walls of her tingling passage like a bulldozer moving earth, and the nerves in her cunt were transmitting every lewd sensation to her brain. Each time she descended to take in more of the boy's hard penis, she felt more intense pleasure in her womb, and she had to force herself to move as slowly as possible and not rush it. Peter's lips and teeth and tongue were attacking both her breasts now, and she was desperate to feel her whole body consumed by the lascivious pleasure of being totally fucked. A dozen cocks wouldn't be too many, she was so ripe for sheer physical fulfillment. Giving Peter's sperm-filled balls one last squeeze before she had to move her hand out of the way only made the boy tremble and groan with the passion mounting in his teenage loins. Then she leaned farther forward and slid her tight vaginal passage all the rest of the way down his long column. She felt the brush of his pubic hair pressing maddeningly into the fleshy folds of her vagina, as she completely covered his hard young cock with her pussy. She ground her pelvis luxuriously against the base of his cock and felt the knobby end pressing rubberily into the tip of her cervix, sending tiny shocks of pleasure shooting through the depths of her womb. It felt so good that for a long moment she just stayed motionless in that position.
"Oooohhhhhhh Peter! You feel so hard and hot! Oh Goddd!" Janice moaned as she wiggled her vagina down on his cock.
Peter stopped his lust-crazed sucking on her breasts, and looked down between their tightly joined bodies at the tangle of their twined pubic hair, red and black meshed in an obscene clasp of love. The fist-tight warmth of her cuntal passage around his aching cock was making it grow more, and he felt the sheer lust in his body in every nerve end. Several times he flexed his cock to hear the older woman moan with ecstatic pleasure, and then he dropped his head back on the satin pillow.
"Push your tits into my chest!" he pleaded with her as he wrapped his arms up around Janice's back. Not waiting for her to comply, he pulled his upper torso down hard on top of him, planting his mouth wetly against the soft skin of her neck.
Tom Carey was agape at the sight of Janice's sensual buttocks, and he could clearly see where his son's red-flushed cock was shoved up inside her widespread cunt. Her tanned legs were spread out lewdly on either side of young Peter's thighs, and the sight made Tom want desperately to have his cock inside her too. His lust overtaking his senses, the sex-hungry older man began peeling off his clothes while still standing in the doorway to the bedroom. He just had to get a piece of that luscious broad on top of his son! Kicking off his shoes, he dropped his pants down around his ankles and stepped out of them, leaving a heap of clothes on the floor. His lust-engorged cock was itching to be wrapped with her hot cuntal flesh, and it stood out from his body like a battle-ready spear. Still wearing his socks and his shirt and jacket, Tom tiptoed into the bedroom, and he got all the way to the foot of the double bed before Peter noticed him.
"Dad!" the boy croaked, his mind awhirl with the shock of the sudden appearance. Janice had her head buried in the pillow next to Peter's shoulder, and she didn't realize that Peter was actually talking about his father until she felt the weight of someone else climb onto the bed.
"Nice ride you're having, son! Mind if I get a little of the action?" Tom Carey said as he crawled up between his son's legs. His eyes were shiny with lust, and he was staring at the invitingly rounded moons of Janice Harper's buttocks.
"I . . . I . . . " Peter stammered, totally confused by the entrance of his naked father. At first he'd thought he was in trouble for being found out, but his father's actions were somehow out of line for any accusation of crime on his part.
"Don't worry, son, we can both fuck her at once. Wait and see!" Tom was pushing Peter's legs apart so that he could get close up to Janice's smoothly upturned ass-cheeks.
When Janice heard the man's husky voice, she took a moment to put it all together in her mind, but she knew for sure that she was in for a double fuck. The idea was exciting, and she didn't say anything in protest, waiting to see what the confrontation between Peter and his father would bring. She twisted her head around to see the man kneeling up behind her on the bed, and her eyes focused immediately on the huge thick-veined shaft of male flesh pointing straight out toward the crease of her buttocks.
"W-What are you going to do, Dad?" Peter asked in an uncertain tone. His guilt and embarrassment made him want to jump up from the bed and run, but he was pinned helplessly beneath Janice's body. He began to feel more at ease when he realized his father wasn't going to beat him, but he couldn't quite figure out what his parent had in mind for fucking the dark-haired housewife.
"I'll take her in the ass while you screw her in the cunt!" his father commanded, and he reached out for Janice's beckoning ass-cheeks, pressing his thumbs into the soft yielding crevice to spread them apart. The sight of her tiny hairless anus made his cock lurch with impatience, and he became more excited as he thought of how tight and hot that puckered little opening was going to feel.
Peter was not only relieved at being out of trouble, but he was also thrilled at the prospect of fucking Mrs. Harper in tandem with his father. Why not? He'd already tried just about everything else in sex with her, but he had yet to do it with a third party. And he'd never seen her fucked in the ass! The redheaded teenager was a little envious when it occurred to him that his father was getting her ass before Peter'd even known it was possible to fuck that way, but then he figured it wasn't really important who got it first, since he probably wouldn't have found out about it without his dad's sudden arrival. He didn't give any thought to the object of their planned duet until Janice suddenly spoke up.
"Wait! You'll tear me apart!" she yelled when she felt the air blowing frighteningly across her revealed anus. As much as the idea of having two men at the same time stimulated her, it also alarmed her to think how painful it would be to have this half-naked man's massive penis plowing into her back there. It was much too big for her to take in her virginal rectum, and the fear of it took precedence over her desire.
"Don't worry! Relax and it'll feel great!" Tom reassured her, and she could tell by his expression that he was determined to go ahead no matter what she said. She could feel Peter's smaller erection throbbing comfortingly in the depths of her vagina, and she knew the idea was stimulating him too. The sheer lewdness of the plan did excite her, but one final plea came tumbling from her lips anyway.
"Oh Peter! Tell your father to be gentle!" Janice's voice cracked as she spoke, and she drew her breath in sharply at the touch of Tom's forefinger searching against her anus.
"Don't believe we've had the pleasure, ma'am," he said in mock politeness. "My name's Tom Carey, and pretty soon you'll be meeting another member of the family!" He chuckled obscenely as his finger pressed forward into the puckered ring of her anus. His balls were aching for the release of his stored-up cum, so he proceeded as quickly as he could without making it too painful for Janice. Worming his finger inside the tight hairless opening, he thrust it up to the second joint in one smooth jab, and he saw her hair-fringed cunt contract around Peter's penis below.
"Aauuggghhh!" Janice groaned, but it was from pleasure, and not from the pain that she'd expected to feel. The thick hard finger in her rectum gave her a strange new sensation in the pit of her belly, and she squirmed on top of Peter as he slowly withdrew a part of his swollen cock from her cunt.
Tom shoved his finger in as far as it would reach, and then circled it around in the hot rubbery flesh of her rectum to prepare her for the thickness of his cock. When he added a second outstretched finger to the constricted passage, Janice gasped in surprise, but he kept working them in and out while Peter began fucking up into her open cunt from below. He could feel the movement of his son's cock through the thin membrane of flesh that separated the two passages of the housewife's loins, and his own cock jerked hotly in anticipation of getting into her tight little anus in a very short time.
Driving his cock in and out of Janice's warm wet cunt in short strokes, Peter tried to keep his mind off what was about to happen. He was afraid he was going to start cumming right away from the unbearable pressure of her loins around his bursting member. He could tell by her half-closed eyes and her delirious smile that she liked having his father's fingers in her anus, and her cunt was rippling and sucking tighter on his cock with each lunge into her skewered rectum. Then she began raising her buttocks up with each of his strokes into her clasping vagina, and her breath on his neck same in short hot bursts.
"Yeesssss! Ohhhh yeesssssss! Fuck my ass!" Janice found herself saying. The thrill of Tom Carey's fingers sawing into her rectum had made her forget for the moment her fears of his massive cock. The feel of his son's demanding penis pushing up deep into her womb, and the thought of having two male cocks pumping sperm into her helpless belly at the same time made her body burn with passion.
Tom couldn't wait any longer, and he pulled his fingers abruptly from the greedy grasp of Janice's rectum. With her anus loosened up slightly, he figured she was ready to take the far greater size of his eager cock. Holding his erect member in one hand, he spread her ass-cheeks with the other and moved forward between his son's legs to tease the thick purple head against her tight-petaled nether opening. Then pushing his hips closer, he squirmed his blood-filled cock-head into the elastic ring of her flesh. At first he shoved gently, but when he realized that her anus was still too tight and she was clenching it against him in fearful reflex, he shoved with greater and greater force.
"No! Nnnoooo, stop! You're too big!" Janice wailed as the pressure of his lust-inflamed penis became too much to bear. The pain was building as he pressed harder between her buttocks, and she was sure she was going to split apart before the murderously thick shaft got inside.
But Tom wouldn't quit. Instead, he pushed forward with more force until he felt her relax her muscles from sheer exhaustion. Then with one great shove, the tiny little ring of her resisting anus seemed to pop open over his thickened cock-head and grab it like a rubber band. The whole bulbous head of his penis was now held tightly within her warm tight rectum.
"Aaaaggggghhhh!" Janice screamed in agony as her virginal anus was stretched unnaturally wide by the older man's cruel entry. The pain seemed to sear through her loins like a flash fire, and she clenched her teeth as her eyes lost focus for a minute. After the initial pain, though, the black-haired woman felt a strange sensation of both pain and pleasure as her teenage lover continued to screw his sturdy penis in and out of her pussy from below. Nonetheless, she tried to forestall any further penetration by his father's thickened cock-shaft, but it was difficult to do when she was being held tight in Peter's arms.
"Oh Jesus, lady, are you tight back here!" Tom Carey groaned. Just feeling her on the tip of his cock made him want to have his entire pulsating length buried inside her hot rectum, and he shoved forward again.
"Oh God! Stop! Please, no more!" Janice begged as he sank into her a full hard inch. But she knew that there was no stopping his hot brutal thrusts. She tried to relax the muscles in her rectum, but they seemed to clamp down that much firmer on the giant burrowing shaft.
"Hey, Dad, take it easy!" Peter said as he felt Janice struggle in his arms. He wasn't sure if her moans were from pain or pleasure, because her cunt was still clasping wildly around his pistoning young cock. But he sure wished his father would hurry up and get into her ass.
Tom wasn't listening to anything, since his mind was totally absorbed by the effort of getting his cock all the way inside this hot little bitch's tightly clenching rectum. His balls were pounding with pent-up sperm, and the sensations at the tip of his cock made him want to shoot his load right then and there. With desperate shove, he drove his cock the last final distance into the warm rubbery depths of her defenseless rectum. His wiry dark pubic hair ground tightly into her soft-fleshed buttocks as his hard pulsating member probed to its maximum depth.
"Arrgghhhh!" came the cry from Janice's parted lips. She felt as though she had been impaled by a red-hot iron poker, and she pressed her face into the pillow by Peter's head as the pain slammed through her body. She was sure had split her open back there, and she was afraid to move for fear of increasing the damage. All her senses were concentrated on the blinding pain in her rectum when Peter's father flexed his mighty weapon, but then she felt the burning sensation deep within her womb again, and became aware once more of the pleasure these two men were giving her. For a moment there, the flame of desire had died down, but now it was reigniting into a raging fire. There were two hard male cocks pushed up between her thighs, and they were both going to fuck her now at the same time!
"Jesus Christ!" Tom yelled as he realized that his massive penis was clamped full-length inside the Harper woman's steaming young rectum. If he'd thought anything this good was going to happen when his wife sent him down here, he would never have taken so long over dinner! He flexed himself several times to loosen still more the already stretching passage, and listened to Janice's moans become more like cries of encouragement. Slowly, then, he withdrew until only the blood-engorged head of his cock remained grasped inside her anus. Her body seemed limp and lifeless sandwiched between father and son, but he slowly plunged his penis back into the heated passage of her rectum.
'' N n n n g g gggm m m ! Aaarrrhhhh! Oooohhhhh!" Janice felt a masochistic arousal spreading through her flesh from the lewd dual assault on her loins, but she was limp from the anguish of his initial entry into her anus. When his cock plowed into her rectum again, she didn't feel a return of pain, but rather, a new sensation ran up her spine to her brain. As his penis reached its full depth, she could feel the tickle of his wiry pubic hair in the sensitive spread of her buttocks, and she rocked up slightly to transfer the thrill to her vagina. She was really being fucked! Fucked as she had never been fucked before, and the feeling was great!
"Ohhhh yesssss! Fuck my ass! Fuck me, both of you!" she pleaded as Peter and his father began to seesaw in and out in a broken rhythm. Gradually they worked into a synchronized timing, and their long hard shafts sliced in and out of her helpless body with a smooth rolling motion.
As Peter withdrew from her cunt, she arched her hips up to take his father's thick member to its full length inside her rectum. Then Peter would drive inward again, and she would roll her belly down to take all of him up into her womb.
It felt good, sooo good, and she clenched and relaxed her muscles smoothly as the twin cocks pounded her loins with pleasure.
Tom leaned forward across Janice's back, his jacket zipper scoring her flesh, as he drove his excited cock into the depths of her rectum, and he could feel the answering plunge of his teenage son's penis below as the boy raised his hips back. Janice's widestretched anus seemed to suck his cock inward and then pull at it as he strove to withdraw. The elastic nether muscle rolled in and out around his lust-heavy member with the motion of his fucking. His balls were drawn up tight with the pressure of his sperm, and the feeling in his gut told him his climax was approaching.
Sinking his teeth into the neck of the voluptuous woman above him, Tom's son felt a mounting urge for his own release, as he shoved his young cock deep into the heated clasp of her pussy. Mrs. Harper must be close, too, he thought, for her moans and breathing against his neck seemed to change into a short staccato rhythm as the dual fucking grew in intensity. It was all too unbelievable, fucking a woman as sexy as she was, and together with his own dad!
The three obscenely locked bodies rolled together on the bed, Janice sandwiched between the two men and being buffeted about like a ragdoll of hot passionate flesh. The urgency of their fucking grew greater with each faster thrust from the two skewering cocks. Janice felt her belly beginning to jerk with the old familiar spasms of pleasure, and knew that her ecstasy was about to peak. She ran her tongue over her dry lips and groaned incessantly as first her cunt and then her rectum were filled with rock-hard male flesh, and she wiggled her buttocks in favor of the lewd assault like wanton whore. Then suddenly, with so little warning that she couldn't catch her breath, her womb convulsed and began rippling through her climax in wild spasmodic bursts.
"Oh, oh God!" she gasped. "I'm c-cummiiinnnggggg!" Her voice rose in pitch until it was almost a wail of pure sensual bliss, as she bucked hungrily back and forth between the two men whose cocks were buried in her body to the hilt. The viscous wet softness of her cuntal secretions dribbled down around Peter's deeply sunk member and out over his tight young balls.
Tom Carey could feel her cuntal passage contracting around his son's penis, and he shoved his own shaft hard between her lust-tensed ass-cheeks. The sensation of her unbridled climax set his own cum loose, and he felt the boiling rush upward along the length of his jerking penis as his semen exploded out into freedom. In great belly-rending bursts it came, shooting deep into the groaning housewife's ravished rectum. And at the same time, Tom could feel Peter's cock pulsing out its simultaneous release, and both father and son were pumping their cum far up into their mutual lover's gyrating belly.
" Aaaggghhhhhh! Ooooohhhhhhh! Yyyyessssssssss!" Janice was out of her mind with bliss as the two rods of lust-hardened male flesh began filling her loins with their scalding hot cum. She felt the warm thick liquid flooding her tingling rectum, while her womb was filled with Peter's cum in equal frenzy. Her whole body was vibrating with lust, buffeted back and forth in orgasmic joy, and her belly exploded again and again with repeated climaxes of her own. It was more than she had ever imagined sex would be, and she was completely and totally absorbed by the pleasures of the dual fucking.
"More! More! Oh God, give me more of your cum!" she moaned as the two penises continued their sensation-giving spurts into the very center of her loins. The triple climax seemed to go on and on, Tom Carey's ramming cock stretching her rectum still further to accommodate his burgeoning thickness, and his son's penis still pistoning in and out of her cum-seared cunt in hot little jerks. Their bodies were damp from the heat of their and they clung together in mutual ecstasy as they rode out the last tremblings of their climax.
With loins still lewdly coupled, they lay in panting harmony for several long minutes, each trying desperately to find his breath. Tom raised himself up first, and kneeling between his son's legs, looked right at the tight ring of Janice's anal flesh clinging hungrily around his still-hard penis. Slowly, he backed away, pulling his pulsing cock from the sperm-flooded depths of her rectum in a long whooshing slide, and a thin trail of his milk-white semen hung suspended in the air from his purplish cock-head to the hairless little pucker of her anus once he'd pulled free.
"Damn! Haven't had a fuck like that in years!" the older man groaned as he rolled over to the other side of the bed. With the weight of his father gone, Peter now pulled Janice down beside him on the bed and eased his deflating young penis from her satiated loins.
Janice had tears in her eyes from the pleasure the two men had just given her, and she smiled as she reached for her young lover's hand. "Promise me you'll fuck me like that again soon," she said, and Peter squeezed her hand in eager response before getting up to dress.
"Better get a move on, son," Tom Carey said to his boy. "Your nosy mother will be wondering what happened to us!"
Jolted back to reality, Peter beat his father getting dressed, and then threw Janice a kiss before racing out of the house with his father. The two of them didn't say a word as they headed down the street to their home, but Peter was thinking happily about his newfound kinship with his dad. Maybe he was only sixteen, but his father obviously now thought of him as a respected equal. They'd shared a woman!
Chapter Seven
It was evening, but the sky was still light on the horizon when Jerry Harper drove his car up to the garage and pressed the button on the dashboard to open the garage door. He coasted the car inside, shutting off the engine before coming to a complete stop, and got out without closing the car door behind him. Hitting the button before going into the kitchen, he activated the control which automatically lowered the garage door, and then he headed into the house.
His usual smile didn't fade when he heard a cry that had to be his wife's voice, coming from the master bedroom. The thought flashed through his mind that it had finally happened, that she had taken a lover. There was no doubt that there was a man in the room with her, but the young sales manager didn't expect to see two men when he peered around the bedroom door. The impact made him recoil for a minute, and he looked again to make sure he hadn't see double.
There was Janice, sandwiched between the two men, or rather a boy and an older man, and he listened to his wife's moans as the one on top drove his thick penis into her rectum.
"Hey, Dad, take it easy!" the boy said, and Jerry wondered if the man on top was really the boy's father. He narrowed his eyes to see more clearly what was happening to his spouse, and now it was obvious that the boy under Janice had his cock shoved deep inside her voraciously clasping cunt. The two men were fucking her simultaneously, and it was apparent from he moans that they weren't raping her! For one insane moment, Jerry wanted to dash into the bedroom and break up the bizarre scene, or join it, or both ... he didn't know. But then the older man suddenly shoved his entire cock all the way into Janice's wide-stretched anus, and she let out a loud cry of ecstasy. That cry somehow riveted her husband in the doorway, and he stayed where he was, his heart pounding hard from the excitement of the lewd scene.
He couldn't help wondering how Janice had gotten herself into such a lewd coupling with the two males, and he guessed she must have known one or both of them already. He could see into Janice's dressing room, and it was obvious by the way one set of men's clothing was neatly folded that they had been playing around for some time. But it was the pile of shoes and shorts and trousers at his feet that made Jerry think the second man had come upon the scene by accident.
"Ohhhhh yesssss! Fuck my ass! Fuck me, both of you!"
Jerry's attention was drawn back to the bed, and if he'd ever had any doubt, he could now see for sure that his wife was actually enjoying the big cock sunk all the way into her untried rectum. The way she was rolling her buttocks up to the hard-driving shaft made that all too clear. She was in a state of ecstasy, taking both the lust-stiffened cocks like a wild bitch, and the wanton lewdness of the scene made Jerry's loins ache in sympathetic arousal. His young wife was more excited than he'd ever seen her before, and he watched wide-eyed as the trio rocked hotly on the bed.
It was all unbelievable, and Jerry just stared as the fucking became more and more intense, approaching a mutual climax. When Janice screamed out her release, Jerry watched for a few more minutes longer as the two men began ejaculating into her quivering belly, and then he turned from the doorway. Moving quietly, even though it was not necessary, he went down the hall and into the kitchen to wait for the orgy to end. Maybe he should leave, since he'd arrived home two days early and maybe Janice was planning to spend the night with the two guys.
So many thoughts were filling his brain that he scarcely had time to consider the alternatives before he heard the man and boy hustling quickly down the hallway. Jerry heard the front door open and close, and then the house was quiet. He started toward the master bedroom, but then thought maybe he ought to give Janice a little longer to recuperate from the double screwing she'd just received before he surprised her. Walking out to the garage instead, he hit the switch that opened the garage door. He waited a few minutes and then slammed his car door shut and headed back to the kitchen. On the way, he tripped the switch to close the garage door, and took his time before calling out to his wife.
"Janice!" he shouted from the kitchen. "I'm home, honey!" Jerry listened for a response and heard hurried footsteps coming down the hall from the master bedroom. When his wife appeared, he was surprised to see that she'd managed to get dressed in the time he'd given her.
"Darling!" Janice cried, running to him with her arms outstretched. Jerry kissed her on the lips, and when her body pressed against his loins, he realized he still had an erection. The thought of fucking her in the ass flashed through his mind, but first he wanted to clear up matters.
Janice was really glad to see her handsome husband, and she was equally glad he hadn't arrived home a few minutes earlier. Still she found it difficult to look him in the eye when their kiss finally ended. She knew she'd cheated on him, and his typical smile made her feel even worse for having done so. She tried her best to act normally, even though the thick hot sperm of two other men lay heavy in her belly and continued to ooze out onto her firm inner thighs.
"Honey, I'm so happy you're back early. It's been so lonely here without you," she said, and he didn't have to hide his raised eyebrows, because she had turned away toward the refrigerator. "You must be tired from the flight. Can I fix you a drink?"
"I'll have one if you join me," Jerry said, turning her around to face him and looking deep into her pale blue eyes. She smiled up at him, but he could see the degree to which she was disturbed.
"Okay. Sure, I'll have a drink," Janice answered, and she fought back the tears that welled up in her eyes. As Jerry explained how he'd gotten his business taken care of fast in Chicago, she took ice out of the freezer and filled two martini glasses. Jerry already had the vodka and vermouth out when she handed him the glasses, and she immediately went back to the refrigerator for the olives. Jerry handed her a drink, while she offered him an olive, and the cool glass in her hand made her feel a little better. But when Jerry held up his glass to her, she began to tremble from nervousness.
"To us!" her husband said, and he clinked his glass against hers. Janice took a large gulp of her drink for the courage she needed, for she had made up her mind to tell Jerry what she had done in his absence.
"I want to tell you something, darling," she started hesitantly. Her marriage might be finished tonight, and God knew she didn't want it to end, but she couldn't keep her illicit activities from Jerry and still be able to face him.
"Tell me in the bedroom. Okay? I want to get out of these sticky clothes and into a shower."
He knew very well what she wanted to tell him, and he wanted the timing to be just right.
The plot worked, for Janice followed him right down the hallway to the bedroom like a dog after his master. Once in the bedroom, she sat down on the edge of the rumpled bed and steeled herself again for her confession.
"Sweetheart, I know what you're trying to say," Jerry said suddenly before she had a chance to speak. He began pulling off his clothes, carefully folding each item and putting it neatly away in his dressing room. Janice was stunned by his comment, and she sat silently watching him move back and forth between the two rooms, wondering if there was any way he could possibly know about her affair.
Pacing the room in his underwear while his wife sat nervously fidgeting, Jerry continued. "I know what's been going on in this house since I left, and I want you to understand my feelings before you go off in a fit of guilt." He could see from her expression that she didn't believe what he was saying, so he decided to clear up the doubt immediately. "I arrived home much earlier than you think, Janice."
The statement was direct and hard, and although Janice had expected her husband to be angry, his words hit her like a blow in the head.
"You can tell me whatever you like about what you've been doing, and it won't matter, Janice," he continued. "I think you still want to be my wife, and I want you to know that I understand. Do you hear me?" Jerry spoke in a gentle voice, although the smile was gone, and he stood still, waiting for Janice's reaction to his words.
It was all out in the open. Jerry didn't know exactly what she had done, but he knew that she had been unfaithful to him. She had no more reason to hide her shame, and she looked up directly into his eyes. Instead of feeling bad, Janice felt greatly relieved at not having to tell Jerry what had happened. It was obvious that he didn't require an explanation of her actions, and she wasn't sure how she could explain them anyway. But surely she would have to pay somehow for the wrong she had done him.
"What do you want me to do?" she said in a voice that was almost a whisper.
"I want you to stop letting it bother you," he answered, and his usual smile returned to his lips. He could see that Janice was confused by his reply, but he waited for her to grasp it fully.
"You must hate me for what I've done," she said softly.
"No! On the contrary, I'm afraid you must hate me for not recognizing your needs sooner," he said, tilting her face up to his. "You've never complained about my trips away, and you must have been all torn up inside because of them. How can I blame you for something I've created? Can't you see that I understand?" Jerry looked at Janice with all the sympathy he could muster, sincerely wanting her to believe that he was at fault.
"You mean you think I hate you for not being here all the time?" Janice asked incredulously.
"Yes. Don't you?"
"Oh darling! Never in a million years! It was my own weakness that brought this on, and I've treated you terribly!" Janice held out her arms to her husband and pulled him in close to her, wanting to show him how much she loved him.
"Listen, honey," Jerry said, his voice smothered against her dark soft hair. "I want you to know I won't ever hold it against you for any lovers you may have had, or may still have in the future. If you need a man when I'm away on business trips, then go ahead and have a casual affair. You deserve it. and I won't stop loving you because of it." He spoke as if the case was closed. She could do whatever she liked and it wouldn't hurt their marriage at all. And as if to seal his statement, Jerry reached up under her housedress, his overstretched middle finger boldly seeking her still-moist vagina.
"Oooohhhh darling," Janice squealed at his touch. "If that's what you want, I'll do as you say." Her voice grew soft, and she lay back on the mattress, feeling the gentle probing of his fingers on her easily aroused pussy flesh. With many thoughts crowding her brain, she closed her eyes, happy with the man she'd married. He was so understanding. And she knew that whether she decided to continue having affairs or not, Jerry would always be the only real man in her life.
His fingers were working down around her cum-smeared buttocks now, and when he pressed against her anus, she felt her body come to life again. Opening her eyes, she saw that he had pulled off his shorts, and his desire-stiffened penis stood out promisingly from his blond-haired loins. She knew what he wanted, and she was ready for anything, as she unbuttoned her dress and felt his lips press hot and wet against her naked skin.
Chapter Eight
The bed bounced from the shock of his forward thrust, and again Jerry Harper drew back until his huge hard cock was almost completely withdrawn from her grasping vagina. He looked down between their lewdly linked bodies once before slamming his throbbing member back into the heated softness of her womb. The glistening pinkness of her hair-lined cuntal lips pulled hungrily at his thickened penis each time he exited, and was stuffed up inside each time he drove mercilessly forward again. The blunt rubbery head of his cock plunged deep, and he could feel it striking her spongy cervix with every forceful lunge.
"Ooooohhhh baby, you feel soooo gooodddd!" she moaned, raising her hips after him to prevent his release.
Jerry lay flat out against her voluptuously twisting body, pressing his muscular chest into the soft full mounds of her widespread breasts.
The taut little nipples were digging hard into his skin, urging him on like tiny pinpricks of lust assaulting his body. Reaching his arm down, he touched her smooth thigh, and she instinctively raised her knees up high. He could feel her soft inner thighs brushing along his hips as her legs rose on either side of him, and the feeling pushed him to thrust harder. Running one hand over the gentle curve of her ripely quivering buttocks, he worked his fingers into the crevice to find the hairless little opening that led to her rectum. Her anus seemed to grasp at his finger as it brushed past, and he returned to push up inside until his finger was buried in the elastic-like nether flesh. It felt warm in there, and he shoved his finger in to the second knuckle in one jerk.
"Aaahhhhh yyeeesssssss! Stick your finger way up my ass!" she hissed, wiggling her buttocks against his palm in lewd encouragement.
For a moment he was reminded of the tight hot ass-fuck he'd had the day before, and the thought made his pistoning cock swell up larger. He screwed his finger in and out of her hot anal passage in time to his rhythm in her cunt, and she moaned with every vicious thrust. Skewering her ass on his finger was like pushing a magic button, and he could feel that she was hanging on the edge of her climax. Her eyes were opening and closing hazily, and her teeth bit hard into the muscles of his neck. She was stifling a scream of exotic pleasure, and he pounded his blood-hardened cock into her passion-wet cunt with all the strength in his strong young body.
"Ooooohhhhh darling! Ooooohhhhh fuck it! Fuck it'" she cried, pushing her hips up while holding him in a vise-like grip with her thighs.
The whole soft-ridged length of her pussy seemed to ripple along his aching shaft, the sensitive passage suddenly growing wetter, and Jerry drove his cock as far into her belly as he could go. She bounced herself up against his body repeatedly, as her loins jerked with the spasms of her joy. The pressure in his lust-tightened testicles seemed to grow in proportion to her wild gyrations, and he felt that he couldn't hold back his sperm another minute.
"Oooohhhh! I'mmm cummmiiinnnggggggg!" she gasped, and at the same moment, his cum made the crazy pleasure-peaking dash to the ballooning tip of his penis. In a great hot burst, it erupted, stabbing into the walls of her womb like a knife, and she pulled him tight against her shuddering body, while the mixture of their cum spilled lewdly out of her contracting cunt and ran down across the finger he still had imbedded deep inside her rectum. They rolled together in a violent state of sensual bliss, as the hot sperm pumped out to its final drops.
After several minutes, Jerry slowly rolled off her beautiful body, his sated cock pulling out of her cum-drenched cunt with a soft sucking noise. He really felt good, and he knew he could go on fucking her all night. He leaned up on his elbows and looked around the plush apartment, for his cigarettes. Spotting them on a table, he crossed over and lit two from the pack. Then he got back in bed and handed his honey-blonde companion one of them.
"That was super, baby," she said, taking a long slow drag. "I hope this business trip doesn't have to end as soon as the last one."
"Don't worry, Cindy, this trip's going to last the entire week. I've got no more reason to get home early," Jerry laughed.
"Darling, one of these days will we really be rid of her?" Cindy asked. She formed her lips into the cute little pout that her lover always liked to see, knowing it would remind him of her talent for sucking cock.
"Yeah, one of these days real soon, I think.
Now that we don't have to worry about my wife discovering us anymore, I can speed up the transfer of cash." He stared at the blonde's nakedly reclining body, and reached over to stroke her breast. Something about the way she looked really turned him on, and he could feel his penis stirring again already.
"Janice feels so guilty about her affairs when I'm away, that she never thinks of anything else. She really believes I'm slaving away for that goddamn company while she's out getting her kicks from some other man," he said thoughtfully. "It's really laughable when I come home." Jerry put his cigarette out in the ashtray by the bed, then rolled over closer to Cindy. She automatically placed her hand on his taut belly and ran it downward toward his cock.
"I wish you didn't have to go back to her all the time. Couldn't you tell her the company is sending you off for a month or something? It's been almost five years now!"
"Look, baby. If I do that, she might call the company for something or other. A week's plenty long enough. It's hard enough taking money from a trust fund and getting it buried in a foreign bank account. We can't take any chances of a slip up. No, we've got to take it nice and slow, so she thinks we're spending the income running the house." Jerry watched Cindy's fingers expertly rubbing his cock into another erection, and thought how much he would like to quit returning to Chestnut Hill.
"Well, I wish you would leave her soon," Cindy whined, leaning down toward his burgeoning member. She had her lips formed into the pout he liked, and she kept stroking his swelling cock with her long fingers.
"The photographer should be getting just the pictures we need to make the break," he said "That's why I made this 'business' trip so soon after the last one."
Jerry had to stop talking abruptly as Cindy's tongue shot out at the tip of his penis. "When! . . . Just . . . just a few more months and I'll have the million dollars completely transferred. Then we . . . agghhh ... we can be together all the time," he gasped, sinking back heavily on the pillows to let his blonde future wife show her appreciation.
