After months of careful planning, depraved Jack Cochran was ready. He had built a lush sex pad with secret doors and devices in a loft on the top floor of a semi-deserted area of Hudson Street. He placed a clever advertisement in the classified column of the Village News.
All that remained was to go there and wait for his first, unsuspecting and luscious, young juicy victim cunt.
What quirk of mind could have driven this handsome twenty-nine year old law clerk, who had never had problems getting all the pussy any man could ever want, to such lengths?
What was it he wanted from the innocent baby blonde -haired, blue eyed beauty who was the first to walk into his diabolical trap?
Would he ever allow shy little Janet Bender to escape his depraved sexuality.
And what of the luscious raven -haired, Barbara Stone? Why did he have to spank her into submission? What horrible fate did he have in store for her and her delicious young cunt?
In his mad desire to satisfy his wild sexual cravings, the fiend finally causes his own downfall, and suffers a fitting revenge at the hands of the very young cunts whom he debauched.
CHAPTER ONE
Jack Cochran stepped out of his office into the busy corridor. The door he just closed behind him listed his name along with the names of four others under the title "Law Clerk." He loved this time of day. It was fifteen minutes to five. The time when the corridors filled with a myriad of secretaries' soft, warm bodies.
As they rushed through the narrow hall, he strode easily against the tide of these lovely women, brushing up against a jutted tit here, a rounded hip there, and every now and then managing to work his hand easily around a gorgeous slippery, nylon clad thigh.
And once, at least once, during his lustful walk down the innocent looking corridor of the law offices, he plans to bump head on into one of those luscious creatures, feeling the full brunt of her big boobs. When the collision occurs, he always manages to thrust his groin forward as if in surprise ... just enough so the poor unsuspecting little girl can't help banging her twat into it.
Today, as he pulled off these maneuvers, Jack fantasized the creamy smooth skin under the filmy blouses and the tit-tight sweaters.
"Careful," he told himself as he worked his way down the hall, looking all the world like a super cool dude, "if I get myself too hot, the first twat that bangs against my meat will shoot my rocks off, and that would be one helluva mess."
It wasn't just the girls in the corridors that made Jack superheated tonight. For he had made this lust corridor run every night for over two years. There was another reason why he was easy to trigger off his nuts, a lecherous plan he had put into motion some time ago was about to bear fruit tonight.
Jack cooled it, picked out his victim for the body contact, and 'WHAM!', done. He looked so innocently down into her lavendar eyes, wide with surprise as her soft twat 'accidentely' banged into his steel hard rod beneath his pants.
With innocence bordering on boyish embarrassment, he studied the lavender-eyed beauty and stammered an apology. The shapely secretary, recovered and moved on down the hall, wondering if what she had felt was his fucking hard cock or was it just her imagination?
Jack chuckled to himself and then headed to the elevator to finish off his horny evening routine by positioning himself behind the biggest, roundest female ass he could find and wait for the crowd to force her to back into his upright piston. It was done.
Once on the street, Jack shuddered with pleasure and then turned his attention to his master plan of lust. He headed for the newstand.
At the newstand he glanced over the mags and papers displayed there. His hand glided hesitantly over the male orientated sex mags with full color boob shots and svelte naked bodies with soft, inviting furry mounds of cunt. But his hand stopped over the one paper he was looking for, the Village News. He dropped a quarter into the hand that shot out at him from the dark shadows inside the paper booth.
Stepping out of the way of the street traffic, Jack stowed his briefcase under one arm and hastily turned to the classified ad section of the paper. Rapidly he scanned the columns of ads, past the girls advertising for businessmen, and the business men advertising for dinner and show companions, to the one he placed. There it was in black and white!
"Handsome young male seeking gorgeous shy woman to share pleasant evening. Apply in person only."
Well, he was quite right about the handsome. He was. And also he was five feet nine inches tall, one hundred and fifty pounds, boyish face surrounded by brown wavy hair, and big innocent looking brown eyes. And he was looking for a gorgeous woman. But there was a big question mark about the veracity of "sharing a pleasant evening."
One would think that this man with the horny mind would just openly advertise for a sex kitten ready for an evening of exciting and erotic fun. Plenty of ads read that way, and there are plenty of chicks out there ready to have a go at it on those terms.
But Jack Cochran was a tricky dude. And a jaded one. He had dated redheads who started to peel as soon as they walked into the door. Brunettes with split crotch panties who backed up against anything firm and spread wide at the drop of a zipper, eager to accept a blood gorged cock any time of day.
No he was tired of that. It was all too easy. Jack had his own evil plans in mind. Plans he had been working on for a long time. Just to get it all set up right. And now he was ready. The pad was ready. The ad was in the paper. All that remained was for him to get himself to the carefully prepared loft in a semi-deserted area of Hudson Street and to wait for the arrival of the first victim. The mere thought of it brought a tingling at the base of his hard, huge cock. He hurried on his way.
It was seven o'clock when the doorbell finally rang. Jack pressed the buzzer to the intercom and asked in a quiet suave voice who it was. There was a slight hesitation and then a soft voice answered hesitatingly.
"My name is Janet Bender. I ... I've come in answer to the ad in the paper?" She made a question of the statement, as if stating that she was there, but also asking if he were the one who had advertised. Jack was already turned on by the shy tone in her voice.
"My name is Jack Cochran," he replied in a genteel tone of voice. "I'll buzz you in. The elevator is to your left. Just push the top button and I will meet you as you get out of the elevator door."
He pushed the button and listened for the clang of the elevator as it chugged into action. His cock was so thick with lust it hurt.
Quickly he checked out the wine bottle snugly nestled in the bucket of ice, and the two wine glasses next to it, and the clean ashtray. He flipped on the stereo and then gave a quick glance at himself in the full-length mirror next to the elevator.
He really was a good looking guy. Wide shoulders and narrow hips with upper arms and thighs well developed and showing a nice muscular definement. Though this was not from gymnasiums and barbells, but from a life devoted to humping and deep fucking and cunt slapping with his huge fucking driving organ that was always too full of gism to stay soft.
Aggressively sexy women homed in on him from across crowded smoke-filled rooms. Older, horney babes would roll over at the first sign of interest he might show. It had been easy ... all too easy. Now he was looking for a little challenge.
As the sounds of the elevator grew nearer, he ran his fingers through his brown wavy hair, adjusted the collar of his quietly expensive shirt so that it fit more smoothly over the edge of his v-neck, sleeveless sweater. He then tugged the sweater down over his dark brown but very handsomely expensive pants.
"You're looking good," he told the image of himself in the mirror, "just the right combination of chic and modesty."
The elevator ground to a creaking halt. The door slid open and revealed a vision of perfection that exceeded Jack's wildest dreams. She was blond, about five feet four inches tall and weighed next to nothing. But unlike most small thin girls who tend to look like skinny underfed boys, the little beauty had the most incredible figure he had seen. She looked like an hour glass with a set of tits like twin nosecones. Man, they had points that stuck straight out.
Her shoulders were wide to accommodate the beautiful globes. And from under her armpits her body sloped inward to form a tiny waist and then curved outward again to form a magnificient art work of nature with only the mundane name of hips. From there her body line moved back inward leaving behind a luscious pair of thighs, shaply legs and the thinnest most delicate ankles Jack had ever seen.
"Oh! Man! If only this hunk of cunt had an ass to match!
The perusal of the timid visitor had taken only a split second for the expert. He masked all of his lustful thoughts with his left hand while he extended a welcome to his visitor with his right.
"Welcome," he said in a perfectly gentlemanly voice, "I am so pleased you are here."
Janet hesitated for a moment, then extended her left hand and allowed him to grasp it and lead her out of the elevator.
"Thank you," she said demurely, looking up at him shyly with her innocent blue eyes. They were set in an angelic heart-shaped face, framed with a sculptured flow of baby blonde hair. She was the picture of childish innocence. But with a body that wouldn't quit, made her just an excellent piece of cunt to Jack.
On the way over to the sofa, Jack took a good look at her ass. It was everything he had hoped for and more. Her straight back moved in at the waist and then out to form the most beautifully firm rounded ass! Jack had all he could do to keep himselMrom drooling., and to keep his aching cock from sprouting into full bloom and spurting all over his expensive pants.
Once on the couch, he seated himself a respectable distance away. Smiling graciously he offered Janet a glass of wine. She accepted just as graciously.
"You know," she said, once she began to feel at ease, "I was really scared to come. I almost didn't"
"Why?" Jack asked, already imagining the answer.
"Well," she said, looking shyly into her wine glass, "you never know what kind of crazy people you might run into. But as soon as I saw you, I was relieved. You seem like a real nice person."
Inwardly, Jack sneered. Everything was going according to plan. If only she knew what depraved plans he had in mind for her!
With an innocent gesture, Jack reached out for Janet's hand, inching himself slightly nearer to her.
"Well, you don't have to be afraid with me." He crooned quietly. "You must believe me, I'd never want to hurt or offend someone as beautiful and sweet and innocent as you."
"Thank you," Janet said, smiling up at him with her big blue eyes.
And at that moment Jack's glass of wine tipped just enough to spill a goodly amount of its contents onto Janet's sweater and skirt. It was a deliberate move, although it seemed like an accident. Just the second step in his plan.
Janet let out a yelp and jumped to her feet.
Jack jumped to his feet stammering all sorts fo excuses., Whipping out his handkerchief, he began wiping off the wine from her skirt. Of course he had spilt it so it dribbled over her delicious cunt. As he wiped off the wine, ever so gently he stroked her box. She tensed at first, but he was so seemingly apologetic, she didn't protest too much.
"Ah-ha," Jack thought to himself, "first score and from here on in your cunt is already mine." Of course, he knew enough not to over do it, and stopped the gentle stroking. "I'm so sorry," he said again. "Maybe you should go into the bathroom, take off your sweater and skirt and rinse the wine out with water so it won't stain?"
Janet looked at him in fright.
"Oh, it's okay," he said off handedly, "there is a strong lock on the bathroom door ... from the inside."
Janet looked down at the dark stain on her grey sweater and skirt, hesitated a moment and then said, "Yes, I think I'd better."
He pointed the way and she went into the bathroom and locked the door behind her, thinking to herself that she was perfectly secure.
"Score two!" The fiendish Jack said to himself. And he went around through another door into a large room with an enormous bed in the middle of it. There was a large closet door and two other doors leading from the room, one on either side of it. One of the two led to the bathroom.
Jack quietly walked up to the second entrance to the bathroom and silently moved a small picture which concealed a peep hole into the john..
Janet had skimmed off her sweater.
Jack caught his breath.
As she peeled off her sweater, she revealed the creamy smooth skin of her upper torso.
"Oh, Christ," Jack moaned softly, for Janet didn't have a bra on and those two great conical tits jutted straight out. They just stood there all on their own. Jack whipped off his sweater and bent closer to the peep hole.
Once Janet had put her sweater aside, she carefully unzipped her skirt and gracefully stepped out of it. All the while thinking she was all alone, undressing in private. She never suspected her every move was being sexually devoured by the lust-driven man on the other side of the door.
Jack took every inch of the skin show in as Janet dropped her skirt and revealed her beautiful body clad only in a pair of black lace panties.
They stretched tight over her little cunt and rounded cheeks of her ass. She bent over to step out of her skirt, and Jack watched the movement as the black lace panties stretched even more tightly across the rounded and luscious ass-bum.
He unbuttoned his shirt with his right hand while unzipping his pants with his left. He was so hot his throbbing, blood gorged cock was sticking straight out in front of him as stiff as a tree trunk and it looked nearly like one.
Janet scopped up her clothing and began to run water into the basin, her back to him.
Quietly Jack pushed the special lever which unlocked the door from the outside. With the stealth of a cat he opened the door and slipped in behind the unsuspecting girl who had started to rinse out the wine stains from her clothing.
In one split second Jack had snaked his hands around her, grabbing her full rounded tit-fruits firmly, one in each of his grasping lusting hands..
At the same time he thrust his lust engorged, drooling, heavy hunk of meat right into the tiny space where her rounded thighs met her black lace clad crotch.
"Help!" Janet screamed. "Oh! What are you doing? Get away from me you maniac. Help!"
"Sh-h-h," Jack crooned into her ear, tightening his grip and holding her securely by the tits, "I told you I wouldn't hurt you. Just relax, it's all right." And he kissed her neck.
Janet struggled away from the sink where he had her pinned and tried to pry his hands from her breasts. Then she kicked at his shins. She had her shoes on and the kick hit him.
Jack let out a yelp and let go of her, jumping back in pain.
"Why you little Bitch," he hissed, "I'm only trying to give you a good time."
She tried to push past him but it was to no avail. He was too fast and even though his ankle pained him, he caught her again. And this time pressed the front of her gorgeous, trembling body to his. Her magnificient knockers mashed up against his strong, hairy chest. With his fat meat rubbing up and down against her panty clad cunt.
He held her tightly methodically rubbing up and down, up and down against her clit, crooning softly again into her ear. Soothing her like a mother soothes a frightened baby.
Slowly Janet began to relax. Now she may have been a shy girl but she was totally feminine and well able to feel all the sexual excitement of her more aggressive sisters. She could feel her clit begin to swell under the gentle massaging it was getting from Jack's swollen cock as it throbbed against her nylon covered cunt.
It was having an effect on her, and there was no doubt about it.
As Jack felt her relax, he maneuvered her out through the doorway and onto the bed, all the time holding her close, rubbing his hands up and down her smooth, soft body. He did all this and yet never lost a stroke of the gentle movement that was massaging her slippery nylon clad clit with his fat juicy dong.
Slowly he edged her to the bed and before she knew it he had her on her back, on the bed and was on top of her gently rubbing her gorgeous orbs. The spongy firm feel of the orbs of tit flesh almost drove him mindless. He had all he could do to contain himself and keep from ravishing the girl, from ripping away her panties and forcing his cock into her still dry cunt, forcing the walls of her virgin-like vagina to strain under the force of his penetration, and then ignoring her pleas for mercy. But he did contain himself, wanting to savor every step of the way of her arousal and final willing submission to his carnal, lusting, sexual desires.
Janet was beginning to recover from her initial shock. "Oh you beast," she wailed, "why are you doing this to me? I thought you were a nice genteel man."
"I am," Jack replied as best he could with his passion rising in him, "but what could you expect. You have a ravishing body ... your beauty has driven me mad with passion. I can't help myself."
"Oh," Janet said, thinking it over, and obviously impressed and not a little flattered.
"Don't you like me?" Jack asked trying to sound hurt, but pressing his advantage.
"Well, yes," Janet said, reluctantly not knowing whether to continue struggling or just give in to the pleasure of his manliness seemed to offer.
Jack realized the crisis was over and Janet was probably satisfied that she had put up sufficient resistance to impress him with her purity, so he got down to business. He looked forward to fucking her, but wanted her complete partici pation in every move he made.
He began by nibbling on the outer edge of her left ear lobe, reaching gently into the delicate opening,-exploring its rim with the tip of his tongue. From there he moved around the edge of her chin, licking gently to lubricate the area for his kisses.
Janet was getting warmed up and timidly put her arms around Jack's strong, masculine back.
He moved rapidly now around to her cute little red. mouth. He licked each lip with sensuous rhythm. Then, when they were moist and Janet had relaxed enough under the treatment to let them fall apart a bit, he lowered his mouth to hers.
Quickly he darted his expert tongue inside her sweet mouth, exploring, searching and finding her tongue. She tensed slightly and then relaxed as he licked the underside of her tongue. Slowly she responded. As he withdrew his tongue she timidly thrust her tongue into his mouth. Quickly Jack's lips closed around it and sucked it into his waiting mouth. Soon Janet was reaming out the inside of his oral cavity just as he had done to hers.
At length, Jack drew back and looked down over Janet's body. She really was a sight for sore eyes! She lay there breathing heavily. Her angelic face with its pouty red lips, eyes demurely closed, their long lashes curling up at the ends, her baby blonde hair touseled around her angelic face made her so fuckable.
She had a kissable creamy throat that grew into a gorgeous body. Even when she was lying down her spectacular bosom stuck up round and smooth, its flower like nipples beckoning to him in the most inviting manner.
Without further ado Jack set to work on her little flowering nubs, teasing and cajoling them with his teeth, tongue and mouth, until each in its own time had grown into full blossom. Sweet and hard they grew as he urged them to even greater size gently massaging the spongy but firm mammary glands. Sucking away on her tits, Jack was trying to concentrate all of his attention on Janet's body and keep his own hot fucking cock in check.
Suddenly, Janet, who had been quiet up to now and not uttered a sound, gave a little moan.
"Oh-hhhh," she said, timidly, "that feels good, so good."
That he was finally getting a rise out of her set Jack's meat zooming out to rigid and extended length and he almost shot his wad! He stopped, took a deep breath and tried to relax , his fucking throbbing, gism-gorged monster.
"You getting to like?" He asked a bit breathlessly.
"Y-y-yyes, a little," came her timid reply.
"Well, by the time I get finished, you're going to be crying for my big fat juicy dick." And he started kissing her soft delicate body.
He continued to kiss it all over with wet licks and kisses. He moved methodically, sensuously down her rib cage, to her soft flat stomach. Slowly he explored her tiny navel darting his tongue in and out.
"Ohhhh," Janet moaned again, this time with deeper feeling, and encouraging Jack to move a lot faster toward his goal.
He licked slowly around the edges of the ash blond hairs of her cunt. Teasing it with his tongue and nuzzling it with his nose.
"Oh, eat it, eat ... please eat it," the aroused girl called out passionately, "lick me, NOW, lick me!"
Jack laughed, he was really getting through to the bitch. He knew when it finally happened it was going to be a great fuck ... a hot, torrid, body writhing fuck. He'd work this shy bitch to a fever pitch and then she was going to give him a fuck worth working for. One superb fuck filled with all the passion of a newly aroused virgin. All the pent up love and hidden lust unmasked, unleashed and his would be the willing and happy benefactor, his thrusting, swollen quivering sperm gorged would be the happy and lusting benefactor of it all.
"Oh, don't stop," she moaned, "eat me, lick me, let me feel your tongue on my swollen little clit!"
And Jack obliged. He moved his warm, manly body down into position, placed his hands be hind and around her, firmly grasping onto her beautiful ass cheeks he began by making broad upward sweeps with his tongue. Again and again in a lazy rhythm he licked with his broad flat tongue from the furthest edge of her sex chute to the tip of her clit.
Janet, was almost to full arousal now, moaning and tossing her head. Her hands grasped Jack's shoulders in a passionate grip.
She moaned openly, now.
"Oh, you're driving me crazy ... crazy! It's so good. It's so good. Oh baby eat it, eat it, eat it!"
Jack turned his attention to her clit now, licking it and nibbling it. And with each nibble Janet keyed up to a new level of arousal. By the time he began sucking on the swollen clit, Janet was gyrating her beautifully formed, lush ass right into his face.
When he finally moved down and stuck his tongue into her cunt, Janet almost screamed with the pure ecstasy of all the sensation that shot through her.
Jack was more than effected. Greedily he sucked up the love juiced little sex hole from the inside, turning his tongue into a hard shovel, and scooping the luscious liquid out into his hungry sucking mouth.
"Oh fuck me, fuck me!" Janet cried out.
"You want my big fat, swollen cock?
"Yes, yes, I want your big cock in my cunt!" Janet almost screamed. "Fuck my hot twat!!!!"
Jack ignored the plea. Instead he lifted her writhing ass a little higher and began licking further and further back, reaching for her ass with his tongue. When he hit the tiny bud of her ass hole, Janet almost lept straight off the bed.
"Fuck me, FUCK ME!" She screamed. "If you don't fuck me I'll go mad!" and she began to pound his shoulders with her tiny fists.
"You want my big fucking mauler shoved into hour cunt?" Jack asked as he reached down between his legs with his hand and flexed his gigantically swollen organ.
"I want it!" Janet screamed and tried to grab for it with her hand. "I want your big juicy cock and I want you to drive it into my hole now!"
Jack obliged.
He hoisted himself into position and Janet, half crazy with passion pulled the saliva slippery lips of her cunt apart. Jack maneuvered his big fat, swollen dripping, drooling organ into position. With deftness born of skill and practice he gently thrust the blood gorged circumcised head into the sex chute to just behind the rim ... and then pulled it out. It came out of the tight little vaginal opening with a suction pop and he thrust the head in again and out.
"Oh ... Oh...." Janet moaned, her body strung taut.
Then Jack took aim again and thrust his massive juicy meat in up to the balls.
Under the force of the thrust Janet arched her back and screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
"Yeah, baby, yeah!" Jack growled throatily. "Let it all hang out. You feel it, huh? You feel that?"
"Oh! I feel it! I love it!"
"You feel it all the way?"
"I feel it in my throat."
"Okay, baby," Jack said still pumping in and out "LET'S GO!"
Janet grabbed him and began gyrating her firm ass in time to his pumping, moaning and groaning with pleasure.
She grabbed him, arching her back for leverage, twisting and turning her fine little body in the heat of passion, writhing in ecstasy. All of her pent up passions, her hidden longings and desires pouring forth in a wriggling, writhing passionate embrace. It was everything Jack had hoped it would be and more.
He had managed to arouse this cold, timid little cunt to the peak of lust filled passion. He reveled in it, reaching new hights of feeling, himself.
Their bodies were wet with sweat. Their emotions were so intense that the room was quiet except for the wet splat as their bodies met and parted as they humped.
"I'm going to come, I'm going to come!" Janet screamed. "I am coming. I can't wait no...."
Jack could feel his balls begin to tighten up tight against the shaft of his swollen organ. He could feel the gism moving up from his nuts into the vein along the underside of his huge swollen cock.
He thrust harder, slapping his balls as hard as he could against her vaginal walls, hitting them savagely so that they would be slapped in to releasing their sap. He had to get the meat out of those nuts of his or he'd go crazy with the lust that had already built up in their delicate chambers and he just couldn't stand any more. They had to be made to let go, they had to be made to shoot off their spunk into this hot waiting wanting cunt that was hammering so viciously against his swollen cock shaft.
"Uuugggghhhhh,,,,, here comes the fucker. Here it comes, here comes my fucking hot load. Take it baby! Take it!" His screams of passion blended together with hers as they experienced the cataclysmic moment at the same time.
Janet's head was swirled as she felt the hot steamy gism erupting from Jack's swollen, hot and quivering cock as it cannon-balled forth from the piss-slit in the rapidly pulsing bloated head-as it spewed its sperm into her cunt.
It's force, she imagined, rupturing her membrane and flooding her insides with its hot creamy goodness.
Jack flexed his meat again and again hardly conscious of anything except the almost unbearable sensation of the volcanic flow through him. There was more love juice in him than her small tight, convulsing vagina could ever hope to hold and flowed out around his cock and dribbled down her ass hole and onto the bedsheets below.
When it was over they dropped into an exhausted sleep.
Janet was on the left side of the bed and Jack beside her, too exhaused to even unhook from each other. His cock grew soft inside her tight little cunt but did not slip out since her grasping walls, even in her sleep, hugged his big soft meat to itself, not wanting ever to release that huge swollen organ that had given it such a good time and a wonderfully welcome release.
Janet may have thought that that's all there was to it, and Jack was finished with her. But far from it being over, that evening was just the beginning.
Jack had a lot more in store for the newly awakened sexually of this young cunt. And just as the opening performance was for his own selfish gratification, so was everything else he had on his perverted mind.
CHAPTER TWO
Jack grew up in a small town. He had matured sexually at a very early age. And there certainly was all the usual doctor games from the age of seven upwards, but Jack was a hot number, and he felt there was a lot more to it all than a few quick peeks and a fast feel of an underdeveloped little girl's pussy. Sure he liked to look in their pants and feel their asses.
Even more he loved to stick a finger in their dry little cunts. And once he even poked a pencil into the tight little ass of one of his girlfriends.
But the tight feeling in his young balls and well-formed cock kept telling him there was more to it.
A nagging that grew as he grew until the horny little boy finally stuck his dong into a little beauty, at the age of eight. The feeling was such a shock that he pulled out again and came over her panties. She was so upset that he had messed her panties she began crying and ran home.
Unfortunately, for Jack, she told her parents, and the ensuing lashing that Jack got, only served to confirm his long-time belief that there was a lot more to this cock and cunt game than he knew about. But he intended to find out.
Jack grew fast. His body took on great proportions early, his legs and arms were strong and his chest never looked flat or enemic. His childish innocent face, coupled with a stronger, well-developed body made him ripe pickings for the local young widow who craved "younger men." She loved to deflower them. And she broke the chosen few in right.
Jack heard of her "good deeds" from the other boys who spoke of her in reverent whispers. Each voicing hopes that she would find favor with them when they were old enough.
Usually she took boys no younger than sixteen. In a small town there isn't to much opportunity for anyone under sixteen to get their cock s wet, what with everyone know who you are and where you are almost all the time. In hushed tones they traded tales of what they thought it would be like and bragged about what they thought they'd do to the "widder."
The secret sessions usually took place in some remote spot behind the pool hall and ended up in a group jerk off, each of the boys jerking off the boy next to him. All those little boys grouped around pumping away like crazy on their not fully developed cocks, teaching them how to sit up and spit.
But our little Jack was up-tight and out right. He was only fifteen when he decided he wanted his sex training by the Widow, NOW. He was a crafty little fellow, even then. Day after day he watched the tall, dark, slim figure of the widow as she walked the street to the store.
She had a big set of knockers that bounced up and down as she walked, and she had a way of walking with one foot right in front of the other that causes the full rounded cheeks of her ass to swing back and forth like two round bowling balls in her skin tight jeans. Jack noted the lustful glances of the town's men and the stern mouthed disapproving glances of the women. No you didn't have to be full grown to know that young Widow Grayson was a walking sex machine triggered and ready to pop!
Jackie wanted his. He noted that every Thursday the Widow went grocery shopping around one o'clock in the afternoon and then would go back home around one-thirty. Along about two o'clock old dumb Terry Gregory would pump up the hill to her house on his bicycle with the groceries she had bought.
Jack decided that next week, he would be the delivery boy. So on Wednesday night, before the big day, Jack rummaged through the clothes closet in his bedroom and found the white polyester shorts his mother had bought for him the year before. He struggled into them. Just what he wanted, light and tight.
Then he pulled them down to just below his ass-hole and began to work over his cock. When he got it to the right degree of hardness, he pulled up the shorts and arranged his dick and checked out the effect in the mirror. It was perfect!
His beautiful tan body ending in the tight white shorts with his rod bulging up and of at an angle from the zipper seam. Man, there would be no mistaking his massage or the desirability of his rod.
It looked bigger than it really was (although, no mistake it was already a bigger fucking piece of cock meat than most mature man finally get)
"And that's for sure!" He thought to himself she ain't half the sex machine people give her credit for. He was so pleased with his cock, he slipped into the bathroom and took the tingling dick in his hand and jacked himself off in short order.
He had to bite his lips to keep from crying out in ecstasy as he fantasized his hand to be the luscious cunt of the buxom Widow. When he came, he cupped his hand to catch all of the creamy juices. While still in a sex daze he prolonged the wild sensation by gentlying massaging the hot come on his balls and drooping man hood.
The next afternoon a carefully showered and combed Jack showed up outside the grocery store in his tight white shorts. He had tied a polo shirt around his neck so he could leave his gleaming bronze chest naked. It accentuated the white shorts and his firm well shaped legs. Sure enough, at two o'clock, almost to the dot, out came dumb old Terry carrying a large bag of groceries which he unceremoniously dumped into the large basket on the bicycle. Jack walked up to him.
"Hi, Terry, listen could I borrow your bicycle for a few minutes?"
"Hell no, I gotta deliver these groceries to the Widder ... and she don't like them to be late."
"I'll give you a dollar."
"A dollar?" asked Terry, a light gleaming in his eyes. Then he shook his head. "Nope, I gotta deliver these groceries, but when I'm finished with this delivery...."
"No," Jack said with mock disappointment, "that's too late." Then he snapped his fingers as if he just though of something. "Hey, maybe I could deliver them for you!"
"Yeah?" Terry's face lit up even more. For to tell the truth, he hated pumping up that hill to the Widow's house every Thursday. He agreed and before he knew it he was standing there with a dollar in his hand and Jack was on his way up the hill on Terry's bike, with the Widow's groceries in the front basket.
Jack took the hill easily and carefully. He didn't want to work up too much sweat., just enough to make his chest shiny. At the top of the hill he turned the bike and headed down the lane that led to the Widow's two story white brick house. Just before he got there, he stopped and got off the bike and stepped into the bushes. He pulled the tight white shorts down and gave his dick a quick work out. It didn't take long, because it was already half way there in excited anticipation.
He pulled his pants up, arranged his meat in the same way he had before the mirror and got back onto the bike and peddled a few yards more to the Widow's house.
He took out the bag of groceries and started around the back. When he got to the kitchen door, he knocked and then carefully poised the bag of groceries so as it wouldn't interfere with a clear front view of his erection.
"Who's there?" called a throaty voice from inside.
"Grocery boy." Jack replied trying to keep the excitement out of his voice.
The door opened and when Jackie saw the Widow standing there, he almost dropped the bag of groceries. The tall slim brunette beauty was in front of him leaning against the door with nothing on but a white lacy bra and white lacy panties covered by a full-length filmy nothing of a negligee.
"Well, well, what have we here?" she cooed. "A new delivery boy?"
"Ye-Ye yes m-m-mamm." Jackie stammered. "Uh-h-h Terry had something else to do."
"Put the groceries over there." She said, gesturing to the table and displaying the beautiful line of her body from her armpit down. A slight smile of amusement played over her lips as she watched Jack sidle sideways around her, not able to take his eyes off of her. Her eyes traveled lazily up and down his body and then came to rest on his beautiful erection. She just looked at it with those lazy eyes. Jack's cheeks flushed red. He could have just died.
"What'd you say your name was?" she asked, in that throaty voice of hers.
"Jackie ... Jackie Cochrahn."
"Hm-m-m-m," she said slowly, "I think we have a lot to talk about Jackie," and she closed the door slowly but firmly shut, turned the key in the lock.
Jackie panicked and wanted to run, but as the Widow took the key out of the door and dropped it into the crevice between those enormous tits, he knew there was no way out except to go through with his hastily devised plan.
The beauteous Widow walked over to Jack, looked him straight in the eye, her dark gypsie eyes burning holes in his, and casually brushed the back of her hand up the full length of his enormous hard-on.
Poor Jack, the massive hard-on almost, exploding in his pants, was about to faint.
"I see you have a little problem," the Widow said solicitously, "come along, I think I can remedy that." And she led him up the stairs to the bedroom.
Even the bedroom was sexy with its abundant dotted swiss curtains, all lacy and frothy. The bedspread was frilly white and all the furniture was white and gold. The Widow walked over and closed the window blind, dropping the room into a sensuous twilight.
"It's a nice room." Jack said suddenly trying to think of something to say.
"Yes, I like it ... and I'm glad you do ... maybe you'll be seeing a lot of it. Would you like that?" she asked, lowering her tight rounded ass onto the bed.
"I don't know.." was all Jack could think of to reply.
"Of course not, sweetie. Well," she said patting the bed beside her, "come over here and let's find out."
When Jack walked over she took his hips in her two hands and turned him around and then back again.
"You're a bit younger than I usually prefer," she announced in a matter-of-fact tone, "but your equipment looks as fine as any I've see around these parts."
As if on cue, Jack's dong grew another quarter inch in girth and flexed involuntarily under the shorts.
"Here, here,"-laughed the Widow, as she saw the movement.
"Let's get to it before something untoward happens and I won't have had any fun at all!"
The town's sex machine stood up in front of Jack and slowly began to preen. Through the filmy transparent negliee he saw all of the rounded curves of her great body, smooth and firm. She moved her right hand slowly down it's beauteous length, lovingly caressing it starting with her big right boob. She gently stroked it and cupped it in her hand.
"How do you like the looks of that, Jackie?"
"It's beautiful, Widder," Jack whispered.
"Call me Lorry, honey." She said.
"Okay Lorry ... it really is beautiful."
"You'd like to kiss it and fondle it, wouldn't you? You'd like to take it into your sweet manly mouth and tease it with your tongue and suck on its beautiful big ripe nipple wouldn't you?"
"Oh, yes ma'm," Jack sighed.
"And-you'll like to run your hands down this soft female body," she said demonstrating it as her right hand moved lovingly down her firm body across her slightly rounded belly and to her hip.
"Yes, Ma'm." Jack said getting into the spirit of things.
With her left hand the Widow stroked her leg with an upward movement and slithered it up her thigh and gently caressed her lace panty encased cunt.
"Do you know what I am stroking now, Jack, do you?" She asked throatly.
"It's your cunt ma'm, your beautiful dark -haired cunt. Here let me do that for you," he said stepping forward to grab a handful of that precious twat.
"Ah-h-h, not so fast my young Buckoo ... all in good time."
And then she began to disrobe. In the years to come, Jack was to have seen more than his share of strippers, both professional and amateur but none of them ever were to equal the graceful, sensuous sight of this older woman removing three pieces of clothing; Her body swayed sligthly and moved as he was never to see any other woman's body sway and move. She undulated quietly, and yet seemed almost not to move. First she slowly removed the filmy gown, almost inch by inch until it seemed to hang in mid-air of its own accord and then flutter quietly to the floor.
She stood there slowly gyrating, moving every muscle in her body in perfect accord to some unheard music.
Jack was transfixed.
"Take off your shorts," came the throaty whisper.
Clumsily Jack obeyed, all the while his young lust filled eyes planted firmly on the Widow's writhing body. So perfectly formed with those huge tits waving around in the white lace bra and her sensuous white lace clad hips rocking around ever so slightly.
"Have you ever seen a grown woman's body naked?" she asked.
"Never." he replied.
And then she reached back behind her and her white lace bra slipped ever so slowly from her huge knockers and floated to the ground.
Jack gasped.
And then ever so slowly she dropped her panties, and stood for a moment and then backed him onto the bed.
It was a fantastic afternoon, but not the type you could write home to Mother about. With any luck at all, Mother would never, never know.
"Christ," Jack thought at one point, "if I got the shit beat out of me for trying to stick it into little Bev, what the hell would they do to me for this."
But that was only a passing thought that caused little trouble and Jackie forgot about it at once and got back to the business of learning proficiency in sex with this combination of study-at-home, on-the-job training course.
The Widow fully deserved her nickname of the sex machine as Jack happily found out.
"Since you are already hot, my little stud, its up to you to get me hot too. You can start with my great round tits. Take the left one in both of your hands. Feel how smooth and soft, yet firm it is? Now place your mouth on the rosebud tip. Lick it gently to fullness then suck it like a baby hungry to suck it dry of milk."
Jack was an obedient young man and did as he was told and immediately.
His good work was rewarded with her moans of satisfaction.
"Oh, sweetie," she said, "you learn fast. What a good tit man you'll make! Ah-h-h-h-h."
Jack got right into the swing of things. When he had licked, massaged and sucked her left tit to full blossom he immediately went to work on the right. And when he finished the right one he pushed them both together and sucked, slobbered and drooled over them driving the Widow and himself quite mad with desire.
Then, with no instruction at all he suddenly hunched his ass up over her rounded smooth stomach and still holding those great globes together thrust his big cock into the tight crevice between them and began to boob fuck her.
"You little Devil," she crooned, "well, now I'll show you something."
And on the next thrust through her tit-cunt she caught the tip of his prick in her lip-cushioned teeth. It was too much.
Jack shot his wad. He screamed, threw up his hands and fell straight backwards between her outstretched legs.
"Aaawwwrrgghh!" he groaned in absolute pleasure and the hot come described an arc that landed on the Widow's pillow, a full four inches beyond her head.
When he came to his senses again, Jack figured that was it and it was time to go, but the Widow had other ideas.
"Well, I guess I better go." he said.
"Not so fast, stud, we're not through yet." the Widow growled.
"But I've got to get the bike back...."
"Lesson, number one, my young stud, you don't leave no lady hung-up." The Widow snapped.
He started to get up, but the Widow was faster. She grabbed his arm and gave him a smart whack on his ass.
"Back in bed, " she directed, "you've had yours, but my fun ain't begun."
Jack was afraid and began to whimper. What had he gotten himself into? What was she going to do to him? He was shaken exhausted and scared.
The Widow got a wooden ruler from under the edge of the bed. "See this, sonny? Now you complete the days lesson or I'll give that dick of yours such a whack it'll drive it so deep into your scrotum you won't see it for another fifteen years."
Jack looked at the broad flat wooden ruler and then at the Widow's angry flashing eyes and decided she meant business. Submissively he crawled back into the bed.
"Wh-wh-what do you want me to do?"
"That's more like it, stud bunny. Now just quiet down and do as I direct and things will be just fine. And if you do it real well, I guarantee you'll like it too, see?"
Jack nodded in consent and waited for the next set of directions. In the back of his mind the fearsome though that his crafty plan may have backfired nagged at him unmercifully. The full realization hit him that he may have started out to seduce the Widow now he was her PRISONER.
A prisoner in her bedroom who was going to be forced to do God-knows-what to bring this older experienced woman to an orgiastic climax in ways he did not yet know. A shiver of fright ran through him.
"No need to be scared, Jack," the Widow said almost as if she could read his mind, "lesson two is an easy one."
She smiled and continued, "And I promise you, you won't be sorry you stayed," her voice soft and seductive again.
She reached over and with her right hand opened the drawer on the ornate white night stand with its gold scrool trim. She put her hand inside and drew out a large bottle of scented oil. Rolling back onto the bed he handed the bottle to Jack.
Jack looked at the bottle quizzically.
"Nothing to puzzle over, love stud, you are just going to give me a little massage, see. Now didn't I tell you it was going to be easy?"
The Widow moved Jack's leg aside and then slowly, languorusly rolled her satin body over and rested her head on folded arms.
"Okay, honey," she said softly, wiggling her big rounded ass around to make it more comfortable on the bed, "All you have to do now is pour out a little of the lotion on my back and give me a lovely, gentle massage all over. And don't miss any spots, darling."
Jack looked at the bottle and then at her creamy smooth back that sloped so beautifully from her shoulders to her waist and then up sharply to that beautiful wiggling ass.
"Well, you're right, Widow, that isn't so tough. I'll do it, but I don't see what good it will do. I mean just rubbing oil over your gorgeous body and all, but I'll do it."
He straddled her thighs just below her ass, and with his right hand he opened the bottle and poured some of the oil onto the small of her back.
"Start at the top, and work your way down!" She commanded.
Still a little scared, Jack did as he was told and smoothed the greasy liquid up the well-formed spine to the nape of her neck. He poured a little more oil into his hand and somehow managed to get the top back onto the bottle and put it aside. He rubbed both hands together to lubricate them both and began.
He worked a little clumsily at first, concentrating on the area of the shoulders moving his hands quickly back and forth.
"Easy, easy, slow down," cautioned the Widow, "slow and easy in gentle strokes, Jack."
Still following orders, Jack slowed down. In a few minutes he began to strike a slow smooth rhythm with his strokes.
"Yeah," acknowledged the Widow appreciatively, "that's the way, love bug."
Thus encouraged, Jack began really getting into it. He became enchanted with the feel of the slippery texture of her fine skin that was so firm and lush under his slippery hands. His strokes across her shoulders became rhythmic and sweeping. The Widow purred.
Then Jack began branching out, working his way down her soft, smooth back, over the rib cage to the dividing point of the mounds of her ass and up her spinal column to the nape of her neck.
Up and down, round and round, down her back to her ass and then up the spinal column again, always admiring the delicate vertebrae that rippled under his now pliant hands. His body moved in rhythm to the path his hands traced along her gorgeous back.
Suddenly Jack noticed something else was happening. As he reached forward to massage the upper part of her body, his own pressed full against his balls and his young cock, almost forcing them into the crevice at the bottom of the firm cheeks of the Widow's ass. As he moved slowly down her back, his cock dragged ever so lightly back between her lush thighs. Jack felt a tingling in his scrotum that told him his manhood was awakening.
"O-o-o-h-h-h, that feels so good," the Widow crooned, turning Jack on even more.
With each downward stroke Jack massaged his scrotum and got more and more excited, bringing his hands down further and further into the narrows between the Widow's ass.
Quickly he groped for the bottle of oil and poured a large amount over the Widow's ass.
With his other hand he pulled the left cheek over to expose the hidden valley and dribbled a stream of oil right down the center and on to his own fucking meat.
When the oil hit her ass the Widow let out a long sigh.
"Now you're really getting to it, stud."
Putting the bottle back in haste Jack moved back to his prime target. That fantastic double mound that comprised the sex machine's ass.
Grabbing it in both hands he massaged each cheek round and round, squeezing, massaging, Then the first finger of each hand began a series of short strokes straight down the middle. Further and further he explored with each stroke and with each stroke his cock flexed bigger. Finally his fingers reached the gorgeous shit hole.
"Oh!" The Widow moaned. "Stroke my hole, baby, stroke my hole."
Jack didn't need any encouragement. He stroked the hole with love, every now and then moving his fingers down further to include his outstretched cock in the stroke. Finally she began to writh and hunch up a bit, exposing the niggardly little hole to him in all its glory. He -rimmed it with his fingers, round and round until he tentatively poked his finger into it. She seemed to like it so he did it again and again, each time deeper and deeper.
"That's it, that's it, baby," moaned the Widow, "Now kiss it. Put your handsome mouth to it and kiss it and lick it."
Jack didn't have to be told twice. In fact, he didn't have to be told once. Before he knew what had happened, he had his nose buried in her ass and was licking away at the tight little bud of her ass-hole like it was the last lifesaver on earth.
"How do you like that?" He asked the Widow when he finally came up for air.
"I love it, more MORE!" And he obliged.
This time he made his tongue hard and began tonguing her hole as fast as he could. By now he was fully excited. Almost beside himself, he pulled back, examined her shit chute, stuck his first finger completely into it, then pulled it out and worked two fingers into it at once. The full potential of this lovely sex canal began to dawn on his sexually aroused self and without further instructions from the moaning and twisting female, he took his big well lubricated rod in his hand, aimed it well and shoved the huge piece of meat up the Widow's ass.
"Oooooohhhhh!!!!" She screamed out in a combination of pleasure and pain.
Jack joined in as he pumped his big swollen mauhler in and out of her shit chute, while the tight anal muscles massaged his joint as it had never been massaged before.
In no time at all Jack's red hot cock erupted like a volcano, filling the luscious big ass with his hot gism.
He howled in pleasure and collapsed on her back.
The Widow hadn't come off too badly that time either. But she still wasn't through with him yet.
When their passions began to return to normal Jack slowly pulled out of her ass hole and flopped over on his back.
The luscious woman rolled onto her side next to him and propped her magnificent body up and gazed at the boy lying on the bed next to her. She gently trailed the fingertips of her hand down his sweat glistening chest and across his taut muscular stomach to the first line of his curly dark pubic hairs, covered with beads of perspiration. She looked lovingly at the remains of his spent manhood and smiled, for even though Jack Cochran was only fifteen years old, the right word for his cock was manhood.
Jack flickered open his eyes and gazed up at her. She now stroked his chin, and cheeks, brushing away the damp mass of tangled hair fringing his innocent countenance.
"Baby," she said, tracing the outline of his lips with her finger, "you may only be fifteen, but right now you are more of a man than any of those so-called studs in this town. You're okay!"
Jack smiled, and she leaned forward and kissed him full on his mouth for the first time.
"You're one helluva teacher," he replied when she was finished and reached up for her gypsie dark face and pulled her mouth to his, rolling over on top of her and giving her the full french treatment with his tongue.
When they broke apart at last she suggested they shower. Jack took that to mean it was all over, but again he was wrong.
They got up off the bed slowly and once again she stood beside his bronze athletic body in all her smooth perfection. He couldn't help admiring anew the jut of her bosom, her slim waist, and the firm rounded stomach that led to her cunt which, for the first time he realized wasn't covered with dark curly hair at all, but instead her amazing cunt was covered with long silky black hair. And what's more, it was shaped and shagged as though she had just brought it from a cunt hairdresser.
"Holy Christ," he marveled out loud, "I ain't seen a twat like that before," and actually, he never did see one as beautifully dressed and trimmed as that again.
"It's about time you noticed," she said frankly flattered by his young adoration, "Remember, Jackie, the most important thing about a girl is her box. And don't be so long in noticing again."
With that she led him by the hand out of the bedroom, and through the door that led into a lavender tiled bathroom.
She turned on the shower faucets and waited until the water temperature was just right, then she stepped over the small ledge and motioned him in after her.
Once inside she didn't even bother to close the full length sliding door but proceeded immediately to soap herself with a bar of heavy rose perfumed soap.
Jackie quickly joined in, soaping the oil off her back and from her oil drenched ass. As the warm water of the shower flushed the combination of soap and oil from her body leaving it glistening, satin smooth, she turned her attention to Jack's salty, sweat glazed body.
She turned him around so his back was to her and began lathering up his young muscular form. He submitted willingly.
However, she spread a luscious musk scented soap across his shoulders and worked down his back in broad gentle strokes.
She drew the bar of musk soap up through the crevasse of his small tight ass causing him to shiver. Then she gently massaged each cheek and pulled them apart to let the warm stream of water from the shower pound gently on his asshole and wash the lather from his rump.
It was a wild sensation and Jack drank it in with wordless appreciative sounds. Then she turned him around.
"How was that?" she asked him fact to face.
"Great," he replied, "this must be like having your own private Geisha."
"Did you ever take a shower with anyone before?" She asked as she soaped his broad and still almost hairless chest.
"Nope," he replied, "but I intend to do it often in the future."
"With me, I hope?" The hot Widow replied.
"You bet," he responded, putting his arms around her, drawing her pulchritudinous form to him, mashing her big breasts against his chest and kissing her full on the mouth.
When they parted from the kiss, she continued soaping him as she deftly spread the lather over his tit nubs and squeezing them until they became hard.
When the water washed them clean she leaned forward and kissed and sucked first the one and then the other.
Jack sucked air. Meanwhile there was a wandering hand that kept busy soaping his stomach and then his manly parts.
Then as the water washed his dick and balls clean the Widow dropped to her knees and began sucking Jack.
Jack's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He was spent. He had shot quarts of gism onto her and into her. His tool had been worked to exhaustion and now here she was, demanding more of his overworked equipment. Was there no end.
But the fifteen year old stud never had a chance to finish this thought, for the Widow was an expert.
As she spread his legs her sharp long tongue darted inbetween them at the base of his nut sack and she began tonguing his balls. She licked them one at a time and then she licked them both, finally returning to take his entire nug bag into her mouth and gave them a working over.
He looked down at this raven -haired beauty working away on his privates like a starved kid eating marshmallows and he became even more excited as well as amazed as he watched her pop them out of her ruby red lips, one by one.
Shoe looked up at him.
"Did you like that? Tell me you liked it and want more."
Before he could stop himself, and without any regard of his state of total exhaustion, Jack heard himself croaking, "I liked it. I want more!"
"Tell me again, louder!" She urged him. "I liked it!" Jack cried louder, "I want more.. MORE!"
And she gave it to him. This time she went to work on his cock as well. With her tongue she began to lick its firm underside from the balls upward and then she licked it all around at the base.
"OH! Give me more!" Jack repeated over and over.
She continued to oblige and started licking the full length of his hot throbbing cock which was now standing at attention by the time she had worked her way to the tip.
Poor Jack was almost beside himself. Driven crazy by his first experience with a good blow job. And it was an expert cock-job she gave him.
The Widow applied herself to his circumcised tip as she gently gnawed on its slippery firmness, and -rimmed it with her tongue, licking and kissing and in short giving it one helluva working over without once sucking on it.
"Jack was jiggling up and down.
"Do you want something more?" She asked.
"I want.... I want...."
"What is it you want, Jackie?" She insisted he tell her.
"I want you to put it all in your mouth," he almost yelled, "I want you to suck it!"
"What?" She asked again, as if she had not understood.
"SUCK IT! SUCK IT!" Jack screamed. Please suck it."
"Alright," she said, getting up and turning oTf the shower water faucets. "I'll suck it for you sweetie, but first you have a little sucking of your own to do. Let's go into the bedroom."
By now Jack was strung so tight he'd go anywhere she wanted, do anything she wanted. He'd have done anything to get his heavy aching meat back into her mouth.
Back on the bed, she stretched out on her back. Once again he had to admire the luscious line of her body.
Her fine, firm tits and the silky hair of her cunt made him all the more excited by seeing them as she lay prone on the bed.
He began stroking the silky hair of her cunt and got more and more interested and started to explore its underpinnings with the fingers of his other hand. He discovered her love hole was warm, deep and wet. He shoved a finger into it and explored its soft rippling folds. Then he got down and peered into it. Taking in all of its various parts: the soft labia that folds over it, the vertical slit of the cunt hole and the little triangular clit at the top to the mound.
He slowly explored and fingered them all while the Widow lay back with her legs spread completely open, thoroughly enjoying his explorations and discoveries.
By now, Jack was busy finger fucking the sex machine and for the moment had forgotten his driving desire to have his cock sucked.
But the Widow hadn't forgotten that he had a little sucking of his own to do.
"How do you like them love juices, baby?" She asked. "Aren't they sweet?"
He was too engrossed to reply.
"They are sweet ... just like honey ... go ahead put your mouth up there, get your tongue in there and taste it. See if my juices aren'tsweetas honey."
Jackie did just that. He hoisted the Widow's ass up in the air by snaking his hands around her firm smooth cheeks and stuck his nose right up her pussy.
It smelt like a combination of fresh mown hay and cuddly puppy dogs. He nuzzled the sweetness of her pussy and sucked on her clit. And then applied his tongue in all manners and ways. In short he ate the hell out of her sweet, juicy cunt. Suddenly he remembered that he was the one who was supposed to be sucked.
The twinging in his big blood gorged hunk, reminded him that he was the one who was supposed to be eaten and sucked off and he began maneuvering his body around into position so the Widow could do just that.
CHAPTER THREE
As his loins perched over her face and he was ready to lower his big fat cock into her eager mouth something strange happened.
He felt a movement next to him and an arm skaned across his chest.
Jack opened his eyes and sat up abruptly. He looked around him ... where were the dotted swiss curtains, the white and gold bedroom furniture with the twilight surrounding him?
He looked at the blonde -haired body of the slim girl next to him. Where was the Widow? And then he realized that he was in the bedroom of his loft pad and he had just been reliving in his dreams his first real sexual experience so may years ago.
Then he looked down at his swollen quivering cock and remembered that he was just about to get sucked off by the Widow.
As he thought about it, he remembered that he'd never even gotten blown by the blonde bitch sleeping peacefully next to him. The shy innocent young girl whom he had lured to his sex pad to do his wild and depraved bidding. He was just about to wake her up and demand a blow-job when the doorbell buzzed.
He jumped up and ran to the intercom next to the elevator.
"Who's there?" He demanded, not so gently.
"It's Barbara Stone," came a feminine voice back up the wires to him. "I've come about the ad in the paper."
"Hey," he said, gathering himself together quickly and running his hand through his rumpled hair trying to think quickly, "Ah-h, if you'll wait there just a minute or two I'll buzz you in and you can take the elevator up. But wait just a minute, please."
Okay," came back the reply, "But I don't want to wait down here too long."
There was a pause and then she added, "Maybe I'd better go away and come back again at some more appropriate time?"
"No, no, don't go away! It will take just a minute, honest. Please wait?" Jack said now in a gentle coaxing voice.
"Alright," Barbara replied from downstairs, "but please don't be too long."
Jack was really churning now. The old head was working at fever pitch in his usual crafty manner, turning out evil thoughts by the yard. He rushed over to the other door in the bedroom and opened it, revealing a built in sauna room complete with a wide seat the size of a single bed. He rushed back to the bed where the love spent, shy little Janet Bender lay in all her baby blonde-haired splendor. Such a perfect little form he silently noted to himself as he scopped up the girl and bodily deposited her, still sleeping on the long bench in the sauna.
He walked out and closed the door on her, and locked it to boot. Now the shy, innocent little girl with the fantastic figure was a prisoner. Jack Cochran's first prisoner.
In no time flat, Jack was dressed and presentable. He called to the girl downstairs over the intercom.
"Hey, Barbara Stone! Are you still there?"
"Yes, I am," came the reply. "Can I come up now?"
"Sure, came back the answer. I'll buzz you in and then take the elevator to the top floor. I'll meet you when you get off."
"Alright," she replied, "I'll be right up."
Jack pressed the buzzer and waited for the sounds of the elevator as it climbed the many floors to the top. He suddenly remembered the wine and the glasses on the coffee table. Quickly he grabbed up the old glasses and shoved them behind the sofa and pulled out two more clean glasses from the cabinet beside the sofa and checked the wine. The ice in the bucket was melted so he stowed the bucket with the glasses behind the sofa and let the bottle stand dripping water on the table.
The elevator gound to a halt.
Jack ran over, took a deep breath to compose himself and waited while the doors slowly rolled back.
Barbara wasn't quite as timid as Janet had been, as she stepped directly off the elevator into the lighted room.
Jack looked at her full in the face and smiled. If it were at all possible, her form was even more perfect than Janet's. She was about the same height, had steely blue black hair and a long lovely face with high cheekbones. When she looked up at him he found himself peering down into lavender eyes. It was heavenly.
His pulse quickened as he ran his practiced, lustful eye down over her firm breasts that pushed tautly against the flowered blouse she was wearing. They wandered on downward over the excellent curve of her hips and slightly rounded thighs. Then he looked back at her mouth and his pulse quickened.
Twice that night he had been cheated out of his blow-job, but when he looked at Barbara's full lipped succulent red mouth, he knew why. The god's of lust and passion had prevented him from being sucked off earlier so he could enjoy the act of being sucked dry at the lips of this luscious mouth before him that obviously was created for that one and only purpose. And that to be specific was to suck his cock!
But Jack didn't advise Barbara of this right off, instead he stepped forward extended his hand to greet her and meet hers in a friendly handshake and quietly announced, "Good evening. I'm Jack Cochran. I'm so glad you decided to answer the ad."
And he was, because his nuts and joint ached for a blow-job from her generous wide mouth.
Totally unaware of the evil depraved thoughts going on in the handsome young man's mind, Barbara Stone accepted the welcome and the compliment with a smile.
She followed her gentlemanly seeming host across the room to the sofa.
When they were comfortably seated on the sofa, Jack turned to inquire politely, shyly, "Do you date much?"
"Well," she said with a sort of sideways nod of her head, "off and on."
"Do you like to suck cock? he inquired as politely as he had asked about her dating habits.
Barbara was completely taken aback by this unexpected approach.
"My God," she replied, "you don't waste much time do you."
With the sweet solicitous smile still on his lips, Jack ignored her reply and asked the question again.
"Do you like to suck cock?"
"Yes," she replied angrily, "but not yours buster!" and with that rose to her feet and started towards the elevator.
"That's what you think, lovely mouty," Jack said matter of factly as he reached out and caught her right arm with his left hand and without further ado dragged the screaming protesting, frightened girl all the way into the bedroom.
"If you don't shut up, I'll be forced to use discipline," he advised her.
"Let me go you maniac! Let me go!" And with that the spunky girl gave Jack such a shot in his face that it nearly knocked him on his ass.
"I'm not standing for that, you little vixen," he announced roughly and with that up-ended her pert little form and began a solid beating on her well rounded ass.
"Oh ... Oh...." she cried, "stop, stop it, you are hurting me."
"I'll stop it when you shut up and promise you will do my bidding. In case you are not fully aware of your position, you are alone with me on the top of this deserted building. I can do with you as I please, so it behooves you to be nice to me, and cater to my wants and needs like a good little girl in light bondage."
It didn't take Barbara long to realize that what he was saying was the truth. She decided it would be best to go along with the deal and maybe she'd get out of it alright.
Okay, okay!" she said, tears streaming down her sculpted cheeks. "I'll stop screaming ... I'll do whatever you want, I'll behave, only please stop spanking me!"
Jack gave her one last swat for good measure with the palm of his hand on her nylon brief covered fanny and let her up.
Barbara got to her feet still sobbing and rubbing her eyes and her rounded ass. Thus subdued and humiliated, she was ready to accept her fate, whatever it might be.
"Now you little bitch," Jack ordered, "take off your clothes."
"All of them?" she sobbed.
"All of them!" he replied, "And stop crying!"
Barbara snuffed her nose a couple of times then quieted down and began unbuttoning her flowered blouse. As she reached the button strategically, and centrally located between her gorgeous orbs the button popped open itself, giving away to the straining of her huge tits.
As she removed her blouse she revealed the satin skin underneath and the yellow cotton bra that held her lovely fruit high in the air.
Jack was watching her with fascination. She noticed it and began to play it up. Slowly she began to swivel her hips back and forth as she toyed with the zipper at the side of her dark green skirt. Slowly, ever so slowly, she slid the zipper down as she tauntingly gyrated her sexy curved hips. She was beginning to turn Jack on for real, and she knew it.
Little by little as she slid the zipper down she began undulating her stomach making her tits move up and down in time to the sensuous rhythm.
Jack's eyes glistened.
Then suddenly she zipped the zipper up and whirled around presenting her lovely curved back and sex hillocks to him. She looked back at Jack seductively over her shoulder and began the slow hip gyration again.
And once again slowly edged the zipper down to where it was fully opened and then she took both hands and placed them on either side of her hips, bent her knees and displayed the full roundness of her buttocks.
In the best Marilyn Monroe tradition, slithered the skirt down her hips and let it drop to the floor and revealed in its full glory the most fuckable ass Jack's jaded eyes had rested on in a long, long time. This buxom little brunette was fantastic!
She had placed her hands back on her hips and was still rolling and undulating them in the sexiest way. She looked back over her shoulder at Jack, who decided to get into the act and quickly stripped.
In no time at all he was belly to ass gyrating and undulating with her. His love rod and friendly nuts suffering none the less for the experience.
Jack was just getting ready for a top notch round of bung-holing when he suddenly remembered the girls mouth. He decided that his swollen cock could not put off having itself blowed any longer. And that was for sure.
"Listen sweet lips," he said, turning her around to face him, "You see this?" And he waved his fat cock at her.
She leaned over a little closer to look.
"Yeah, I see it."
"You know what it is?"
"It looks like someone's dirty old meat hook.' As she gave it another close scrutinizing.
"You sorry Bitch, no wonder you don't get many dates. Any girl in her right mind would know that they were looking at one fine, fat, first class, quivering, delicious piece of hot cock. As great a hunk of rick hard, juicy tasty meat that ever will come your way and right now I'm going to pretend your mouth is a first class cunt and I'm going to stuff it in there balls and all!"
"You and your brother," she bit back with a devilish smile.
It was so unexpected, Jack had to laugh. Moving back to the bed and beckoning her closer, he said, "Honey, I think you and I are going to get along just fine."
With that he pulled her down on the bed with him and began kissing the mouth he hoped soon to have busily engaged around the length and breadth of his mighty swollen love pole.
Barbara responded well, and with a few more french kisses and a little hot breath in the ear and she was ready to go.
"You like to suck cock?"
"Yes." she breathed.
"Tell me the whole thing," Jack directed, "tell me you like to suck cock."
"Yes! Oh, yes! I love to suck cock.."
"Now," he said, "do you want to suck my cock?"
"Yes! Yes! Oh! God yes! I want to suck your great big fucking swollen quivering cock."
"Say it again!" he ordered.
"I WANT TO SUCK YOUR GREAT SWOLLEN CLUB OF A FUCKING COCK!!! LET ME HAVE IT!!!" She screamed, her passion out of control.
Jack was satisfied and moved to the edge of the bed, placing his feet on the floor, legs apart and his swollen shaft with its pulsing knob of a head standing stiff in front of him.
Barbara eased off the bed and dropped to her knees in front of him, her big tits brushing lightly against his legs as she knelt.
Jack took her face in his two hands and turned it up towards him and gazed deeply into her lavender eyes.
"Tell me once more you'd love to suck my big fucking cock."
She did as he asked and he in turn bent to kiss her, but to his surprise she pulled away and whimpered, "Please, oh please Jack, let me suck your cock. Let me suck it now. Please, let me wrap my hungry mouth around the thick, wonderfully swollen shaft of yours. Let me suck all the gism from it.
"Let me suck it dry to the bone. Please, now Jackie, now, can I suck that heavy cock meat?"
With such a completely exciting and enraptured plea, Jack couldn't delay any longer, besides he wanted to get down to the blow-job part himself.
He let go of her lovely oval face and watched as she buried it at once in his groin, sucking and slurpping to her passionate joy.
Then to Jack's complete surprise, she suddenly stopped and said, "Look, doing it this way is really not my way so if you really want a good blow-job, let me do it my way. Lay down on the bed."
Jack pushed himself back and repositioned himself on the bed.
Barbara leaned over him and with her tits hanging down she began to blow him.
Jack sighed with deep pleasure as she went down on him for the second time. It was beginning to dawn on him that this girl was giving him the famous Slow Blow, an Oriental treat. It's one of the greatest things that ever came out of Japan, aside from the trinitron picture tube, Jack thought to himself.
Barbara had learned this coveted skill from a Japanese businessman who told her that girls in Hong Kong and Singapore use this technique, especially the geshia who are the most adept at pleasing a man.
Barbara put her hands underneath Jack. Tenderly she stroked his ass. Then, in one stroke she licked his cock, from base to tip.
This, according to the Japanese man who taught her, is the introductory part of the Slow Blow. It is like bowing to a friend in Japan, a way of saying hello to a man's swollen, hot, quivering sexually inflamed cock.
Then she got her mouth very wet and plunged her lips down over Jack's long shaft.
The effect was instaneous and astonishing. A hot mouthful of wet. saliva is a fantastically sexy sensation. And poor Jack nearly came when Barbara did that to him. He gasped and groaned.
"Oh God, baby! That's fabulous! Oh! Jesus! Oh, Barbara Baby! Who ever taught you to suck cock like that? Oh! Oh! Baby!."
By his outbursts and gauging his body tension Barbara knew that he was moving fast towards an orgasm. Her aim was to keep him just on the brink of one, drive him crazy, get him totally aroused. Her part in the Slow Blow was to control his nervous response to her blow job.
And she really knew how to do just that.
To turn his attention away from his cock Barbara slipped one finger underneath his back and trailed her fingernail along his spine. With deft skill she then caressed the crack of his ass with her thumb.
Next she nestled one finger deep into Jack's anus. He jumped. And as he convulsed, he felt his meat drive further into Barbara's mouth. His meat hit the back of her throat and when it did, she circled her head around.
Jack was estatic. Twice he had missed out on a blow job this evening. Once in his dream of Widow and the woman he had given him his first real sensual sexual experience, when the dumb blonde Janet Bender had awakened him just as he was to have plunged his throbbing cock into the Widow's mouth, so sensually waiting for him and the other time when he was just about to get Janet herself to work his fat dick over and Barbara Stone rang the bell.
But, then as he thought about it, after he laid eyes on Miss Barbara Stone's lips, the god's of lust and depravity knew just exactly what they were doing when they had saved his swollen monster of a mauler for the mouth of this expert and luscious cock-sucker.
Without a doubt Barbara was giving him one of the finest blow-jobs of the year. No, she was giving him one of the finest blow-jobs of all time.
For certain she knew exactly what she was . doing. How is it, he wondered, that a girl as young as Barbara could know such an exotic technique?
He let that question and any others he might have had pass out of his mind. He had just the order of business at hand tonight on his mind and that was to lay back and enjoy being under the control of the girl whom he held in bondage and spanked in order to get sucked-off.
Apparently Barbara had forgiven or forgotten the circumstances that brought her to Jack's bedroom that evening, and was applying herself to her task with relish and unparalled expertise.
Slowly she drew her lips up the shaft of Jack's cock. Deliberately, at the same time she methodically tightened her lips around his meat until she arrived at the top where his circumcised hood jutted out. There she tightened her lips just under the rim and let her tongue play around and around the top of his rod.
Jack, at this juncture, decided to join in and began pumping his ass up and down on the bed. One by one his mortal woes fell away from him and step by step he moved out of the mundane into a nervanna of sensation. All he knew or cared to know was the feeling the tiny nerve endings signaled back to his sensation hungry body and the delicious lust he felt in his cock.
He was panting like a dog.
There wasn't a geisha girl in the entire Orient that could administer the Slow Blow any better than our little raven -haired sex pot. She knew all the in's and out's of it. If there ever was an expert, it was she. She sucked and licked the head of Jack's prick with increasing flicks. Then, she went the other way. She changed direction of her flicks and licks.
Jack was about to crack his nuts.
The change nearly blew poor Jack's nuts right off his fucking groin. It nearly lifted his nut sack right up into the swollen shaft and spewed them entact right out the head of his cock.
He slumped back in the soft pillows. In a dream like movement he took hold of Barbara's head and wound his fingers in her dark hair. He wasn't stroking or fondling it, but he was just simply holding on to it for dear life. Barbara was taking him on a trip that night last for days. At least that's the way he felt about it.
Next Barbara drew her rosebud mouth up, and up and up and completely off of Jack's cock, leaving it stand alone and bare, but this was not for long. Deftly she drew one fingernail up the side of his cock. With the other hand she grasped his bulging, sperm bloated balls and squeezed them slightly.
Knowing who was in control at this moment it was he who was being held in light bondage, and not herself. And the knowledge of this was what she wanted, and what she loved best.
It really turned her on, and when it did, the blow-job she was in the process of performing on the poor 'victim' got even better.
Certainly, Jack didn't understand this. He had been writhing and quivering to much to the counterpoint of Barbara's tonguing.
He stopped in mid seizure of his lust attack.
Something was wrong! Where was Barbara?
Where had she gone? Where had that wonderful mouth gone. Where had that delirious tongue been taken.
He was just on the edge of awakening from his sex trance. His eyes were just about to open, when she jumped on his big throbbing meat once more.
With her tongue flattened out, in a broad and sweet attack, she lunged at his organ from the top down, massaging the top side of it with full luscious lips, while her hot licking tongue was lavishing its attention on the bottom of the healthy hunk of swollen cock with the rough texture of her flattened oral organ.
The effect was shocking. Jack let out a silent scream.
She knew he would be shooting off his hot seathing load of spunk very soon if she didn't slow down.
And if he did come, it would be much too soon.
Usually the dicks she licked weren't as senstive as Jack's but then she didn't know that he'd been on the very verge of blowing his nuts twice before over his fantasy of the Widow and then of Janet prior, to her coming along.
Having been thwarted both times he was ready to blow his nuts at anytime.
Not wanting to spoil the full exciting climax of the Slow Blow, Barbara decided to cool it for a moment. Since she didn't want to tear it and awaken our hero from his dream world, she quietly rested her lovely soft cheek against his engorged shaft and breathed gently onto his sperm swollen nuts.
When she did that Jack nearly lost his wad anyway. The pain, even though it was so wanted and delicious, was just that, pain to a set of swollen, love hardened nuts.
When she had rested and decided Jack had returned to just the proper body tension, she went back to work.
She applied an expertise on his penis and testicles as they had never know in their lives.
His root was deep into her mouth. Straight down her lovely throat to be exact. And although he may not have realized what it was, that was tickling and titilating the top of his cock head, she did and she used the glottis of her throat to excite him even further.
The sensitized head of his rock hard shaft as she circled his cock with little movements of her lovely head pulsed in an eratic rhythm of its own.
By now Jack was fucking her mouth with total abandon, as if it were the juciest cunt in the city. He was completely whipped into a lusting frenzy beyond control.
It was to such a point that if he had stopped at that moment and been held back from completing the necessary strokes for his orgasm that had built to almost explosive levels in him he would probably have gone mad and literally torn apart the face beneath him in order to attain that final fucking stroke that led to the ultimate pushing of that first spurt of release after which all the gism is pumped away from the hurting swollen nuts on its own power.
He would have promised anything at that moment to have possed her complete oral control so that the fantastic Slow Blow, the blow that blows your mind as well as your fucking cock, could continue without any interruption.
Jack had reached the level of nirvanna where his cock was beginning to feel dizzy, warm and sweet. He knew that it wouldn't be long before he would hurtle his cum, boiling from the very depths of his nuts, up through his already swelling cock vein into the luscious throat that was encompassing his lusting shaft.
The thought was so beautiful and stimulating that he dared not dwell on it for to long. If he did he would shoot his load right there and then.
It had occurred to him that she might not want it that way, and he would be helpless in that situation. He was so far gone, there was no way he could insist.
It was the only unhappy thought Jack had had since the beginning and so he easily brushed it from his mind and simply let it be completely devoured as was his cock by the luscious mouth humping his swollen organ.
Barbara was such an expert in the field, he didn't have to say anything to her. By now she was tuned into to every quake and every quiver not only in his blood engorged cock but in his whole body, as well.
She knew he wanted to blow off into her hungry throat. She could tell by the slight quivering of his body, by the impatient twinge of his cock and the jerking and tightening of his balls.
She knew he wanted to caress her throat with his sperm. She was wholly aware that he wanted to bathe "her entire throat and mouth with his creamy come.
She pulled her head off his cock and asked "Are you ready to come, honey: Are you all ready to let me have it in the mouth?"
She crept upwards and followed the question by a seductive kiss on his parched mouth. Not wanting to break his sex trance she tenderly licked his lips in the same way she'd licked his ass hole. Each side at a time and then round and round.
Jack just moaned and he let his cock spring and jerk in her hand as an answer.
He was so spaced out it took him a long time to get her question formulated in his mind. Finally he grasped its significance. The answer was easy.
Yes, for God sake yes, he wanted her to suck him off like a fucking vacuum cleaner. He wanted a thorough and complete sucking.
However, there was no way in his present state that Jack could talk, no way he would verbalize his desires. So when he was able to send out an answer he just let his cock answer for him for him by becoming unbelievably hard in her hand and staying that way until it litterally vibrated from the incredible internal pressure his body was pumping into that long, thick swollen shaft.
Barbara smiled at the response. Everything was going along beautifully. By now she had forgotten that this was the man who only a short time ago had dragged her innocent and unsuspecting self into the bedroom against her will.
This was the man who had spanked her into submission when she had rebelled against his brutality, and then forced her to undress before him.
She had forgotten everything but that this was the man she had chosen to perform her uncomparable Slow Blow on.
But deep inside, Barbara knew full well, who this man was and what he had done to her. But that didn't make any difference at this point in time.
For you see, after all else or before anything else, Barbara was a cock sucker!
Her all consumimg passions and desires were completely intertwined with chewing cock and gulping gism.
From the time the split head of a throbbing cock touched her lips until the last swallow of spunk, she didn't give a shit who the person was on the other end of the balls. Her whole life, for as long as the blow lasted, began with the swollen cock shaft in her hand and ended with the hanging sack of nuts completely emptied.
Having received the nod from Jack, Barbara took off after his cock again. Actually the verbalizing of the quesiton, the answer to which she already knew, was just another way of heightening the climax.
Once again she drew him back almost to the edge of reality, and now she would plunge him back into fantasy. Which she did by engulfing his throbbing cock in her mouth all the way to the root of the swollen quivering monster.
It was a happy meeting. His cock slipped easily into her open oral cavity. Jack, before he moved back into the twilight zone of pure pleasure, formulated one last cohesive thought.
If he knew nothing else, he knew this: Barbara had given him the most erotic few minutes he had ever know.
Few Minutes? How long had it actually taken in time? Minutes? Hours? Days?
There was no way he could know he decided as he slipped into pleasure-land again. Good sex was like that ... timeless.
Now, in her ritual of cock-sucking, Barbara was introducing a new trick to his quivering tool. Another happy surprise in her unending bag of tricks. It was based on the proper application of pressure. With his rod deep in her throat, Barbara pressed her tongue into the lower side of the head of his cock and released it.
The result was that Jack felt a stinging sensation in the tip of his cock. For while she had his swollen meat in her mouth, she had access to its underside. And on the underside, sheathed in exquisitely tender skin, Barbara pushed her tongue as hard as she could.
Jack was sure he was about to come in a split second. Actually, he was not far from wrong, for the moment of exquisite ejaculation was not far off. His ass began to churn. Up and down, up and down it bounced on the bed. He grabbed Barbara's black locks in both of his perspiring hands and pumped her harder and harder into the thrusting pounding hard cock that seemed now a monster club.
Barbara began bobbing her head up and down in counterpoint to the movement of Jack's throbbing hips. He had never felt so many different pleasurable sensations in his cock. They came from all directions it seemed.
She licked as she bobbed, and she twisted her head slightly around as she licked and sucked.
At the same time she was licking and twisting and sucking on his swollen member of sexual delight, He was pumping up and down.
"Man!" he thought, "it's a whole damned parade of all the fucking sensations in the whole fucking world!"
His cock swelled to unheard of proportions, gorged with blood. His veins were knotty blue ropes that seemed strained to the breaking point in a desperate effort to get the cock hard enough and hot enough to release its seed. Blood and tissue, and muscle and come all together were being forced and stuffed into the swollen throbbing shaft until it seemed as if it would split right down the underside where the huge gism vein was so distended it appeared that it would part from the huge throbbing steel hard pole and cause an open seam in the great shaft releasing all the pressure in one great tear of flesh and muscle.
Every fiber of his being was there in his shaft.
Every erotic and every sexual and every last bit of feeling was concentrated there in his cock.
Every tiny nerve ending of his body was tuned into his tumescent tube. With stinging clarity they all registered in concert every degree of every lick and blow this luscious girl had bestowed on him.
He was now totally out of control.
He quivered uncontrollably as he felt his balls shake.
His whole body tensed for this final second before the ultimate sensation ... the release of his sperm from its explosive confinement in his pulsing nuts into his quivering shaft, where it would thunder upwards to be super-jetted through his piss-slit in his immensely distended cock-head into the waiting, deserving mouth of the dark -haired beauty who's magnificient oral cavity had brought it all to this glorious state of anticipation and cataclysmic conclusion.
CHAPTER FOUR
Barbara sensed the time for the ultimate climax was near. She worked faster, putting her hands under him. She accomplished this as his ass rose off of the bed in one of his hard humps into her mouth.
She could tell that his hot juice was seething in his rock hard, bouncing balls.
She could almost see it in there boiling, ready to erupt like a volcano of white salty lava into her throat.
Jack, aware that the ultimate was almost upon him, suddenly had a twinge of regret, realizing that it would soon be all over, and he didn't know if he was really ready to leave this veiled trance of pure pleasure. But Barbara knew it was time, and she stepped up the process.
Jack knew it was all out of his hands, and just as well. His cock grew dizzy and numb.
"Barbara!" He croaked.
Croaked because passion had made his mouth dry. His voice was hollow, far away, sitting on the edge of the abyss in which she was going to push him with a final thrust of her mouth.
"Barbara!" He groaned again. "Baby, I'm gonna come in your mouth. You hear, Barbara I'm on the way. I'm going all the way, Babe. I'm going to give you my load. Gallons and gallons of it, straight down your fucking throat. You're going to be choaking in a minute on my fucking gism. Ya hear, baby?"
Barbara answered affirmative by starting to move faster over his pulsing prick.
"I'm going ... I'm going ... I ... I can't stop. Oh! Oh! Baby, baby, baby, do you feel me?"
Her answer came with a tightening of her mouth around his swollen, quaking cock. The extra pressure set off a vibration at the furthest most point of his scrotum and vibrated up the entire length of his shaft and straight up his spinal column to his brain.
There was no longer numbness in his balls and prick. He fell back on the bed, totally weak and defenseless, fallen prey to his lust. A prisoner of his own passions. And the vibrations continued until he thought he would go mad!
"Barbara! Baby! BABY! OH! GOD! I CAN'T STOP IT! I'M COMING! OH! GOD! I'M COMING! I'M GOING TO BLAST MY JUICE RIGHT DOWN INTO YOUR STOMACH! IT'LL BLOW A HOLE IN YOUR CUNT, BABY! HERE IT COMESSsssssss!" Jack went into a paroxysm of ecstatic relief both physically and verbally.
"Oh! Oh God! Oh My God! OH MY GOD!" His voice broke as if it were in tears. The sound came forth as if one were in the depths of a crying dispair the sound was so plaintive almost desperate.
It was not a put on. When Jack came he flipped out. That's what the Slow Blow did to a guy when administered by an expert. And make no mistake Miss Stone was a fucking expert.
At the moment of release Jack went off like an exploding rocket in all directions at once.
He slammed hard into Barbara, who was prepared for the impact. He erupted so loudly there was a swooshing noise as the huge fucking load of fuck, pent up so long, was unleashed into the girl's mouth and down her throat.
He shuddered, convulsed, twisted and screamed but the demanding mouth with its torturing lips kept right on with their perscribed function of sucking his nuts dry.
In fact, he was so unbelievably violent in his orgasm, Barbara was a little taken aback. Although she knew the devastating effects on most men and their reactions, she had to admit to herself that Jack's response had them all topped by a wide margin.
Through all of the gyrations Barbara kept tight hold on Jack's cock with her firm lips. If he flew, she flew with him. But his movements became so wild and convulsive that she quickly loosened his lips around his cock. She was afraid she might bite him, badly.
Once she loosened her grip on the wild instrument that suddenly seemed to take on a diabolical life of its own, his cock was off and flying on its own.
On the loose, freed of her oral cavity and running wild it spewed its sperm everywhere.
It had already been pumping its load into her mouth. And for the load it had pumped off there it could take a handsome bow, but when it got loose, it just kept on pumping. It sprayed creamy, volcanic, hot spunk on her mouth, spewing its white-hot liquid like jelly on her face and even pumped into her hair, streaking it with its gumming consistency.
It even dribbled in its last heroic moments a cloudy stream of juice on the rosebuds of her passion aroused breasts.
Jack pumped and shook as his balls drained into and onto her. It was no wonder that the Orientals used the Slow Blow to make a man forget anything or to make him say and or promise anything. It was proven during the war when the Orientals used it to squeeze secrets out of the enemy. But if Jack had any secrets, he was even to far gone to remember what they were.
Meanwhile, Barbara was going into an ecstasy of her own r She scooped up the come juice from her tits and licked it off of her fingers. Then she bent down and taking her tit in both hands, moved it to her mouth and proceeded to lick and suck the come juice off of it, making little moaning noises as she did.
But Jack was totally unaware of what was going on with her. He was entirely too spent.
If the room had caught on fire, he'd just have burned to death without a protest. There was not a fiber, or a nerve or a muscle left in him to move. And there wasn't one ounce of energy to move it with. He was a pulsing blob of spent flesh. Victim of the Slow Blow, he was.
Now it should be understood at this point that Barbara was not a totally alturistic young woman. She sucked cock because she loved to suck cock, not because she was a benevolent society for young men who needed their cocks sucked. Sucking cock was how she got her rocks off.
All during the Slow Blow, as she aroused Jack to new passionate levels, she was going right along with him.
What Jack didn't know, and probably he wouldn't have cared if he did, was that the skillful operator could make the Slow Blow a two way street.
When she got down on Jack and began licking his cock in long languid storkes with her luscious tongue, she was also doing herself a favor.
At the beginning of the Slow Blow, when she was leaning over him so lovingly, and she was caressing his big stick with her tongue, she had also positioned her body so her luscious tits brushed gently up and down Jack's soft hairy thighs. Tickling and stimulating the little nubbins on the ends until they were massaged by the lovely rubbing into full splendor. As her tits sensitized so did she.
When she got busier on his cock, she got just as busy on herself. She changed position and carefully laid her boobs at the base of his balls.
When she began those great long cock licking movements, he may have thought the stroke began at the bottom of his nut bag, but he'd be very mistaken.
Crafty Barbara began each stroke on her own lovely orbs. Caressing first one with her tongue from frim flesh to tit end and then on to Jack and his delicious shaft.
No wonder she did it so fervently. She loved licking herself almost as much as she loved licking Jack's cock. Perhaps, she liked it even more.
While Jack was in seventh heaven as she sucked away on his cock with her mouth, her hands were busy putting her own heaven in seventh place as well. With her hand she caressed her big breasts, juiced and slippery from her saliva. Her left hand she quietly slipped down between her legs.
Deftly her fingers stroked and prodded her love mounds. And while, with slow deliberation, she mouthed the burning cock above, her fingers below were slowly and deliberately -rimmed round and round her own love hole.
When her love chute was brought to lactation, pouring sweet cunt milk forth, she changed positions sligltly on Jack, driving him mad.
Then she easily scopped out the cream from her juicy cunt and smeared it most lavishly over her pert little clit. She used a full four fingers of it. Then a new tempo began.
Up until this time, Barbara kept Jack's rod only in the sucking area of her mouth. She was working it low and slow. But when the time came to start in on her own clit, passion moved way up on the priority scale.
With the first two fingers of her right hand she made circles in her clit. And she made the in a continuious over and over again rthyhm.
The little nubbin began an erection of its own as the thrilling sensation grew in her own body. And as that thrill grew, she worked over Jack's cock.
With deeper and deeper thrust of the hot meat into her throat. Farther and farther she sucked it in until it banged into the back of her oral cavity. The mouth and fingers were both going a mile a minute.
Jack was humping his ass at top speed while Barbara was flailing her female meat with all her might. Both were ready to come ... but it was too soon.
Jack was totally unaware of what was going on. He never questioned how easily she plunged her thumb into his ass hole. It was so easy.
By now she had had the opportunity to get her thumb well lubricated with her vaginal juice so when she reached up and stuck her thumb into Jack's ass hole, it just popped in nice and easy, giving him nothing but lascivious pleasure.
Barbara was a real expert, thinking of every way in which to heighten the sensation of sexual pleasure for her partner.
Meanwhile, while she was massaging his asshole, she was looking after her own sweet ass by using her left hand so well lubed up with the bounteous sweet honey of her cunt. It was fun for both of them.
Just as she got her ass well greased, Barbara switched back to Jack's shaft and went to work on it again.
He began to join in and started a wild pumping and cock fucking of her mouth.
She let him, and also began a furious finger fucking of her own ass hole in time to his wild pumping. It was already a fucking wonderful scene for them both. The hotter Barbara got, the hotter she blew Jack.
And the hotter he got, the hotter he got her, who by that time was busy finger fucking herself.
At the height of Jack's frenzy when he was lifting his ass high and wildoff the bed, slamming his swollen dork into her mouth, and at a mind blowing pace, she was humping up and down and back and forth, and round and round on her four fingers, massaging the hell out of her rock hard clit with her thumb.
When they both were at the edge of a great hulking cataclysmic orgasm, when that final moment came, Jack had sprayed wildly all over Barbara. He never noticed her fingers, busy in her own crotch, with the left hand bringing herself to a screaming climax by finger fucking her slippery hot box, with all her might.
Her right hand was punishing her well lubed clit.
Her body writhed and arched off the bed at the final moment of Jack's ejaculation, the instant she felt the first drops of his wet hot steaming spunk she went wild in a series of shuddering waves that sent unbearable pleasures screaming through her luscious body. Time and time again the tingling wave swept over her.
From her body, christened by Jack's sperm she greedily scooped up every drop with her lusting right hand, while with her lascivious left she scooped out her own sweet come juice from the spent twat between her legs. She licked the creamy stuff from first one hand then the other, mixing the juices of both their bodies in that eager bowl of a mouth. Each lick brought a new thrill.
When her body quieted down, Barbara joined Jack in a state of total self-satisfying exhaustion. Their bodies and minds which only a short-time ago were screaming with pleasure, now were screaming for a complete rest.
A time of total quiet in which to restore expended energies and lost juices, were what both of their bodies needed.
They both sighed and started to sink into a deep sleep.
But if they thought they were going to get a rest, they were mistaken. Their time of rest and recouperation was cut short by screams that were certainly other than their own.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Let me out! Let me out of here! Do you hear me out there? LET ME OUT!"
The wailing female screams were accompanied by a frantic tattoo of pounding nearby. They were fist pummeling a door.
Barbara froze in shock and terror. What was that? Who was it? Why did it sound as though is came from somewhere in this very room? What was going on, anyway? She didn't know about Janet, how could she? She didn't even know about the sauna room that connected with the bedroom. The place from which the sounds were coming.
Jack was affected by the sounds, but in another way. He sat bolt upright in bed, trying to get it all together. It wasn't easy after what he had been through. By all the rules he should have been left in peace. He should have been left to bask his mind, body and soul in the warm afterglow of the greatest blow-job in the world. But it just wasn't meant to be.
As the saying goes, 'no rest for the wicked.' And Jack was wicked, and for sure he wasn't about to get any rest.
As the screaming and pounding on the door continued, the din of the racket began to clear the fleecy clouds from his passion clouded mind.
"Oh, my God," he groaned out loud as the realization hit him, "Janet!"
"What?" Barbara said, pulling sheets around her body in an involuntary movement. "Janet? Janet who?"
"Janet Bender," he responded with a moan.
He supported his now aching head in both hands, not wanting to explain any further.
Janet's screaming and pounding continued at top level. She had been awakened from her sex drugged sleep by the screaming and howling when Barbara and Jack let loose with the ultimate in the throes of pleasures.
At first she couldn't orientate herself in the dark.
"Where am I? What am I doing here?" her mind screamed to her heart as it began to pound out of her lovely breast.
As her eyes grew accustomed to the darkness of the room, she realized she'd been lying on some sort of wooden slat bench. As she tried to discern her surroundings in the murky light she could see that the whole room was built of wood. It was small, only about seven by nine feet. She also noticed it smelt of a mixture of the damp and of cedar and pine. Not a totally unpleasant sense sensation.
But this was not the time to appease her olfactory nerves. All she knew at that moment was that she was inside a small room. And she didn't know what or where it was.
All she wanted was, out, quickly!.
She saw the door. Quickly she lifted her naked form off the wooden slat bench and walked rapidly to it. She grabbed the door know and turned it, half afraid it would open onto some new untold horror. Half afraid it wouldn't open at all, keeping her a prisoner in this small, dark, wood paneled room. But that was the half that caused her a much great spurt of jolting charge in her nervous system.
The knob turned, but push as she might, the door refused to open. Janet realized she was locked in and trapped in this tiny room. That's when-she began pounding and screaming.
"Let me out! Let me out, do you hear! LET ME OUT!"
Janet kept screaming with out any let up.
"I know you're out there. Open this door and let me out. Open this door at once!"
And she did know that someone was out there. After all it was the sounds of their very noisy lovemaking that woke her out of her sex drugged sleep. She of course, had no idea who her crafty seducer was with out there. She was sound asleep after a monumental screwing by Jack.
She thought about him with mixed feelings.
He was both her seducer and her jailer. He was the first man ever to bring her to the full awakening of the sensuous passions of fulfilling and fulfilled love. He had made her body tingle. He had made her mind cloud with passion. He had made her head dizzy with lascivious sensation. He had made her cunt burn with a fever it had never before known.
And at the moment when her blonde little cunt seemed as though it would break into flames from being so hot, Jack quenched the fire with his enormous fire hose. Spraying the liquid churning foam of his gism, into her washing the walls of her box with its cooling cream.
She stopped pounding on the door for a moment and licked her lovely ruby lips. Her love box began tingling again at the thought of the past pleasure. But then she remembered the work at hand ... to get the hell out of here! And 'then she began screaming and pounding all over again.
The sound of the din was having an adverse effect on Jack.
"Shut up! GODDAMNIT SHUT UP!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. The explosive outburst had its desired effect. Janet stopped pounding and shut up, taken aback by the unexpected anger and violence of his command.
The gorgeous raven beauty lying on the bed next to Jack, was shocked by the violence of his command, too. But instead of making Barbara more frightened of this man who had dragged her into the bedroom and spanked her for not doing his bidding willingly, Barbara became bolder. She sat up and looked at Jack.
"Who the hell is Janet?"
"She's the girl in the sauna."
"What sauna?" Barbara wanted to know.
"There, stupid, that sauna." Jack growled indicating the door on the other side of the room. A door which was now quiet, having been given a respite from pounding by the entrapped Janet.
"How did Janet get in there?" Barbara demanded.
"I put her there when you rang the bell ... now you shut UP!"
Barbara wasn't put off though. Certainly not by this creep.
The thought that he may have had another girl here, in this bed, before her, really set her off.
"You rotten son of bitch!" she screamed at him. "Do you mean you had some other girl in here licking you up before I came in?"
Jack had had it up to his ass hole with these fucking cunts.
"So what," Jack sneered at her, And if you don't shut up your wicked little cock sucking mouth you are going right in that sauna and join her. There you'll be able to meet her and see for yourself."
Barbara went to hit him with her hand, but he warded off the blow. That was the topper for Jack. His nerves were shot. His body was exhausted.
His blown mind still hadn't gotten it back together. And now this fucking black -haired bitch was chewing his ass. Well, the hell with them all, he thought. He'd had enough of these cunts and that would be more than enough to last him for at least another twelve hours.
With one swoop he leaped out of the bed, and grabbed up the creamy smooth body belonging to Barbara, grabbing her around her tiny waist and slung her under one arm. It was very easy to do since she was so small, very small boned. It was practically no trouble at all.
Barbara began pummeling his body with her fists and screaming.
"Let go of me you sex maniac animal! Let go of me you fucking beast!"
Jack totally ignored her. He strode over to the locked door of the sauna, opened it, and tossed her in.
She tumbled in, a mass of raven hair and creamy skin. Janet was standing by the door and fortunately enough for Barbara!
When Jack unceremoniously tossed the screaming Barbara into the sauna room, he could have hurt her very seriously. Something he hadn't even thought about. But fortunately for him, and for Barbara, Janet was standing just inside the door.
When Jack sent her sexy body flying in, she flew right into Janet and the two of them went flying ass over tit. When the mass of blond hair and raven locks and shapely bodies had sorted themselves out, Jack had already re-locked the door.
He listened for a moment and heard the sounds of sobbing. Both of the girls were very frightened and had begun to cry
"Listen you cunts," he called in, but not as nastily as be fore.'There is nothing to cry about. I ain't going to hurt you. It's only a case of light bondage."
"Why don't you let us out of here?" Janet sobbed.
"I will, I will," assured Jack in an even nicer tone of voice. "But you gotta understand that a man needs a certain amount of recouperating time after a wild mind-blowing sex session. As soon as IVe had a little rest, I'll let you out, Okay?"
"No," sobbed Barbara, "it isn't okay.!"
"Listen kid," he said, "you don't have it so bad."
"It's dark," cried Janet.
"And I'm hungry," whimpered Barbara.
"For Christ sakes, is that all?" Jack asked impatiently. "Well, there's a light switch to the left of the door. As soon as you turn that on you'll see you have everything you need. And just to keep you hot so you'll be ready to go again when I'm rested, I'll give you a little heat."
Jack turned on the thermostat that regulated his wonderful sauna room. He was careful, though, to be sure the setting was absolutely minimal so no real harm would come to the girls. But that should soak a bit of the meanness out of them and make them a bit more willing to do what he wanted when they did get out.
In the mean time he decided to go and sack out in the front room on the sofa incase they took into their lovely little heads to start pounding and screaming again. And with that he padded off into the front room.
Now Janet and Barbara were left on their own in the sauna that was beginning to slightly steam up.
Janet immediately went over and grope for the light switch. She found it and turned it on. A nice glow filled the wood paneled room. It wasn't too dim and it wasn't to bright. It was just a nice soft glow. Sexy, really, Janet thought.
For the first time she and Barbara got a good look at each other. Janet looked at Barbara's raven-haired beauty Barbara scanned the delightful body and face of her blond companion in bondage. They decided they didn't dislike each other.
"Well, here we are," observed Barbara.
"Yes," agreed Janet and she moved to seat herself on the wooden slat bench.
Barbara got up off the floor where she had landed after her unhearalded entry into the room and joined Janet.
"What do you say," she offered, "let's be friends."
Janet smiled and nodded in agreement. "It's okay with me. After all, Jack's the heavy in this, not you."
Once the girls had agreed to be friends they decided to explore their "prison".
The room was of good size, seven by nine feet with a ceiling high enough to permit plenty of air for breathing. Although the steam had been turned on, there also seemed to be some type of ventilating system. The air was fresh. That meant there would be no problems of suffocating, they decided.
Then Janet noticed a series of sliding panels on the end of the wall to the right of her. The girls both got up and bare footed their bare asses over to the wall and began opening the panels one by one in amazement.
Barbara slid the first one back.
It revealed a small sink with cold running water and glasses.
"Thank God," said Barbara. She filled a glass with the cold liquid and drank the entire glass of water greedily. After all the only liquid she had had to drink in the last hour was Jack's spunk. And that wasn't exactly thirst quenching.
She offered a glass of water to Janet, who also drank it greedily. Then Janet slid back the next panel. Inside was a whole series of shelves containing all sorts of yummy things to nibble on. Food that is. There were peanuts, cheese dips, crackers, potato chips.
Just a whole array of little munchies.
Janet moved to the next panel and slid it open while Barbara began opening the cans and packages of food stuff. As long as they were going to be holed up in this place, they might as well have something to eat.
Behind the last panel was a well stocked bar. Janet selected a bottle wine, took two wine glasses, from the shelf from behind the liquor, and added it to their impromptu feast.
In no time at all, they had the food and drink arranged on the bench, balancing each item precariously on a slat. They straddled the bench facing each other and proceeded to eat and drink their fill. In between they exchanged stories of how they had come to Jack's sex pad and what had happened to them. Relating the intricacies of their sexual encounter with Jack gave them both aching twats.
By now the steam had risen. It was very light and they hardly noticed it at all. But their bodies were beginning to glisten with a smooth layer of salty moisture.
Barbara sat with her back to the wall with the sliding panels in it. After they finished eating and talking she happened to look up and at the wall straight ahead and behind Janet. It seemed as though there were two very big hinged doors.
Barbara jumped up and ran over to it. She had hoped it would be a way out of the room. Janet was a bit startled by Barbara's actions. But then she spotted the hinged door also and quickly joined her.
Together they hoisted open the doors. At first they were disappointed at what they saw. But their disappointment soon gave way to pleasure.
Inside the great double doors were two things the first of them being a great fold down bed. It was completely made-up and ready to use.
Next to it were shelves.
There were five shelves in all.
The top three shelves were devoted to towels of all sizes ranging from wash clothes to huge bath towels.
The bottom two shelves were devoted to a complete array of soaps, body oils, perfumes and lotions.
"Fantastic," Janet said, picking through the marvelous assortment of body ungents.
"Absolutely," Barb replied, eyeing the bed trying to figure out how to get it down.
"Hey, Janet," Barb said, "help me get this bed down, will you?"
She said she would and together they moved the heavy bench out of the way.
Barbara readily saw the merit of this action and together they were able to move it to the far side of the room.
Then they turned their attention to the bed. Again, they didn't have much trouble. In no time at all they found the two hooks that held the bed snugly against the wall in its recessed closet. Once the hooks were undone, the bed glided easily to the floor.
Barbara skinned off the sheet. There was a large foam mattress, encased in a pretty floral pattern plastic covering.
It looked like an oversized beach pad. But much thicker.
"Look at this," Barb said pointing to the plastic covered mattress. "This is for me."
With that she lowered her luscious form on to it, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Not bad," Janet agreed, "I'll be happy to join you. But how about another glass of wine?"
"Hey, you're not such a bad little cunt after all," Barb was most appreciative. "I thank you."
She watched Janet's svelte form and sweat glistening tight little ass wiggle over to the bar.
On her way back with the wine, Janet took in Barbara's sexy form: big tits and sleek smooth stomach, black hair, and luscious mouth.
But Barb had glued her eyes to Janet's blonde -haired snatch. And from where she was lying looking up at the sweet tight cunt lips peeking from between the soft ashen curls it looked good enough to eat.
Barb was lying on her left side and so Janet took the right side of the bed so they could face each other as they began to drink from the two wine glasses she had brought with her. She put the bottle by the bed and offered Barb a full view of her delicious body.
Barb turned on her self, proping herself up on her elbow and took one of the proffered glasses from Janet.
Janet lay down at first but as they needed a refill she sat up on the side of the bed so that she could reach down and pick up the bottle which with her back now partially to the other girl, gave Barb a fine view of Janet's little crack.
Janet filled the glasses once more with great care then slid down on the bed. She lay full on her back. Her rounded conical up-jutting tits fascinated Barb. They shot straight up into the air, even though Janet was flat on her back.
Barbara admired the curve of the edge of Janet's body, and with one finger traced the line from her armpit inward to her waist, and from there around her hip and down her thigh.
Janet didn't mind .at all. In fact she was already pretty turned on herself. The pungent warmth of the sauna and the cozy lighting of the room and the food and the wine, could get you in the mood for almost anything.
Janet, was ready for almost anything.
Barb continued to trace patterns along Janet's body, trailing her fingers downward over the slippery smooth skin of her stomach.
On the upward trip she would trail her fingernails. Inbetween she sipped slowly on the wine.
Janet, who had been balancing the wine glass on her flat stomach, was enjoying it. Finally, she lowered the glass to the floor with her delicately boned hand and closed her eyes and just let Barb continue stroking her at her leisure.
Janet let her mind wander.
She could hardly believe that only a few short hours ago she had been a shy, quasi-virgin. She considered herself a quasi-virgin because she had never had a full sexual awakening. She had had several men shove their big fat cocks up her cunt and pump away like machines, but it wasn't until Jack that she really felt something.
And when he unleashed her pent-up sexual feelings it was like a dam letting the flood waters through. It was glorious letting all of that come out from inside her.
It was like being cleansed, being purged. And now, once she had been cleansed, her body and senses were clean and empty. They were a willing vessel to receive whatever special sensations and feelings the world might present.
Janet had always been a shy girl. And she was always a little afraid of men. She had thought, once or twice, that it might be better to make love to another woman. She had at least given it a lot of thought.
She had known that it would have to be with a very aggressive woman, because she herself could never be that aggressive as to start something first.
However, Janet was so shy even with her own sex, that there had never been anything thus far happen even when an opportunity had presented itself.
And therefore, because of the special circumstances, she was prone to accept Barbara's advances and also, because of her new awakening, she was equally prone to accept them. This was providing Barb was in the mood to make the first advances.
And, as it were, Barbara, herself was thinking the entire thing over, too. She had never made it with a chick. As far back as she could remember she had preferred cock. And not cock just the old way. She liked to suck cock. She liked to really get in there and suck and slurp and lick and eat and devour the fucking shafts that had belong to any and all the men she had known.
Often it was their bulging crotches that she had turned onto rather than the men which usually had proven to be their best feature.
She dearly loved to tenderize a large throbbing piece of cock meat by pounding it to complete submission with her wicked tongue.
"But what the hell," she thought, "sex is just a long series of sensations."
This thought agreed with her as she turned it all over in her mind, "And when I'm licking my own tits while giving the Slow Blow, and finger fucking myself, hell, that's a woman making love to a woman. It's me making love to myself."
With that rationalization completed she had no further qualms about continuing her exploration of Janet.
She looked down on Janet's smooth pert little body. It was a body almost as great as her own. Just a little thin, perhaps, but Janet's full firm tits, they were, Barbara, had to admit to herself, something she couldn't match.
"What the hell," she almost said out loud.
"Why not?" She answered herself, it was obvious Janet was enjoying what she had been doing up to this point in time.
"Janet," Barbara said in a friendly tone of voice, "can I give you a body rub?"
"Sure," agreed Janet at once, "there are two shelves full of all sorts of oils and lotions."
She motioned to the shelf behind them, "I think I'd like that."
Barbara climbed out of bed and went around and finally decided on one.
"This looks good," she said taking down a big plastic bottle of scented oil. It was the type that had a flip nozzel on it so you didn't have to worry about spilling or loosing the cap. She squirted a great stream of oil, directing it on to her hands.
Janet stretched lazily on the bed and made herself more comfortable.
"Sorry, but you'll have to turn over," Barbara advised. And she positioned Janet on the bed, stomach down.
Then she flipped open the oil bottle, noting with satisfaction that it could be accomplished with one hand. She squirted a generous amount of it onto Janet's back.
Barbara straddled her, planting her already warm cunt smack up tight against Janet's tight little buns. Then she began to give her a really hot massage.
She started with long wide strokes that distributed the oil all over Janet's satin skin.
She stroked in rhythm with both hands moving at once. Slowly, lazily she circled her back with a monotony of circular motions.
Then she pressed harder with her fingers, alternating them with the long even strokes.
After this had been going on for a while, Barb changed the technique. She began, with a pawing motion, to sensuously stroke Janet's spinal column.
The sensation was so enormously satisfying that Janet could not help but let barb know it.
"M-m-m-m," Janet purred, "that feels so good but could you do it a little lower, please?"
Barbara was only too happy to oblige. She had been wary of going to far to fast. She didn't know how this girl would take such advances. After all they had only known each other a very short time.
"But then," mused Barbara, "what could she do about it even if she did object? There is no where to go. And I'm stronger than she is, that's for sure."
But there was no though in Janet's mind of objecting to whatever Barabara saw fit to do.
She was ready for anything. And at this point, at least, she was enjoying it very much.
Barbara moved down into the small of Janet's back. From there she moved down to the lovely little buns. Barbara got the bottle of oil she had dropped on the bed next to her knee, flipped it open and squirted it on Janet's buns. Janet flexed her buns when the oil hit them. Then she relaxed and enjoyed the treatment.
Barbara was enjoying it too, for she really got into massaging the perfect spherical shaped cheeks of Janet's ass. Then she started trailing her fingers down Janet's crack.
That move made Janet really hot. She purred
"Gee Barb, you are great," she said.
"Thanks, thanks a lot, that really makes me feel good." Barbara replied, "but you have such a sexy little body it really isn't difficult at all."
"Your's isn't so bad, either," Janet replied, not trying to hid her admiration of Barb's gorgeous proportions.
"Uh-h-h, Janet," Barbara asked hesitantly, "have you ever made it with another woman?"
"No," Janet replied, "but I've thought about it."
"Do you want to try it?" was Barbara's next question.
"Why not?" came the reply. So they did.
Barbara turned Janet over on her back. Quietly she slid up Janet's body, leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.
"MMMMMmmmmm."
From there on in it was all laid back with the both of them and anything goes.
Both Barbara and Janet loved the uncomplicated experiment in pure feeling. Nothing heavy. No mess. Just a neat experiment in sensation.
Janet wondered what would be like to have a woman suck her tits.
Barbara wonder would it would be like to feel another woman tits in her mouth.
They both were pretty sure they'd be finding out about it pretty soon.
It was really great in a way, and a genuine contrast to all that had preceded them that evening.
Jack's crafty trickery and his spanking of Barbara, his trapping both of them in the sauna and how they had been forced initially into sex with the evil son-of-a-bitch, everything had been so different than the pleasure they were now indulging in by their own free will.
This was an act of mutual conscenting pleasure and joy.
CHAPTER SIX
"Touch my tit, Barbara," Janet said, getting into the full swing of the situation.
Barbara came closer and gently stroked the amazing jutting breasts. She was fascinated with their smoothness and texture. She kneaded them like a wonderful loaf of bread dough. She rolled them and put her full weight into massaging them.
She could not help herself, in her lusting.
"Ohhhhhh," moaned Janet, "that feels so good. Even when you press hard it is gentle. Oh! I love it."
"Would you like me to suck them?" Barbara asked fairly drooling at the thought.
"Oh, yes, please." Janet urged.
Barbara took the massive tits into her mouth.
She pushed them, sucked them, and tongued them in a back and forth motion that had the excitment of understanding that only one chick can give to another. In short Barbara was having one helluva good time.
But then Janet was having one also. Even, perhaps her good time was even more exciting than Barbara's.
By now Janet was beginning to wriggle around, and her tmeperature was on the rise.
"Why should Barbara be having all the fun," she wondered. And she began looking for something she could get her hands on.
She snaked her hands down Barbara's body and found something: her snatch.
Janet began a lovely massage of Barbara's twat.
Barbara responded by stepping up her tit sucking and gyrating her hips slowly.
They were really getting it on now!
Janet's nipples were erected like little rose buds, so Barb decided to move on.
She started nibbling at Janet's ear.
Then she -rimmed her angelic chin with her tongue. Next came a few kisses in the neck area, and then a tongue licking down her ternum.
At this point Janet wanted to move. She rolled Barbara over on her back and went to work on her tits.
She put each nipple in her mouth and sucked, delighted by the texture and utterly novel sensation of the sponge texture and the delicious nakedness of the nipple as it became inflated and hardened under her warm oral manipulations.
Barbara began to busy herself by stroking Janet's clit.
As if by some magical unspoken agreement the girls curled around one another.
Then quite naturally the closed in upon each others crotch and began eating out each other's cunts.
Janet was on her back again spreading her legs wide as she could. Her pulsing pussy giving Barbara's tongue full play as it greedily lapped out the pre-vaginal juices from the sweet young cunt lips. She was so accommodating, so much so in fact that she was starting to loose herself in the world of Janet's twat.
She began wiggling her ass in order to give Janet a better entrance to her own hole.
"OHhhhhhh!" Barbara moaned, "put your tongue right in there, Honey."
Janet was most obliging. She slashed through the hot quivering outter lips and penetrated into the soft velvety interior of Barbara's twat.
"That's it baby, suck it good!" Barbara nearly screamed out in the suddeness of the shocking pleasure.
Meanwhile, Barbara began exploring Janet's box with her fingers. She checked the outter flaps and tested the elasticity of the vaginal opening. Finally she shoved her fingers in so far she could feel all of the walls of the blonde's cunt as the grabbed inward upon the sudden penetration. She could even feel the cervex, and began to tickle it gently.
"Ahhh-h-h-h," Janet moaned. "That feels so good!" And she gave Barbara a sample of the same thing.
When they got tired of finger fucking each other, they went back to sucking and slurpping on the respective hot twats, licking away the juices that had accumulated during the fingering.
After all, they both seemed to figure and understand for each other, that is where the real action is. They were all hot and ready to rut into each other with a complete abandonment of their passions.
They both were really working themselves to a fever pitch with their moaning and writhing on the bed. As they worked on each other they completely lost themselves in one another.
They were so engrossed in their depraved activities, they didn't hear the lock in the door being turned. Nor did they hear the knob being turned or the door being opened. They didn't even hear Jack walk into the room.
Catching them in full flagrante action as it were, Jack was dumbfounded.
Good as his word, Jack had left the girls after he had gotten mad and threw Barbara in the sauna room with Janet. He turned the key in the lock, turned on the sauna and went into the front room and there stretched out on the sofa and had what he considered was a long over due and most deserved rest.
He needed it because after bringing Janet to full sexual awakening, a job which required no small amount of skill and true concentration, along came Barbara and had treated him to the completely enervating Slow Blow.
Now that little cock sucking job had turned him inside out. It had been a true gift from the Orient. A technique that the black -haired Barbara was a master at.
Jack fell out in no time on the sofa in the front room of his sex pad. With both of the girls locked in the sauna he was able to get some really well needed sleep.
Now, he was totally refreshed and had taken a good long shower and was more than ready to go. In fact he was raring to go.
He had figured the girls had done the same. Rest that is. So when he approached the sauna room he was full of expectations. But hardly the ones he received.
Before he had turned the key in the lock, he had listened at the door.
Not a sound could be heard.
He had quietly turned the knob and stealthily opened the door, because he had expected to find his beautiful captives sound asleep.
In his evil mind he conjured up pictures of the two perfect forms curled up in submissive sleep. Both resting and waiting to be awakened.
Two little slave princesses, waiting for their all powerful Caliph or Prince Charming to come along and awaken them from their long slumber with a kiss from his magic wand-like cock.
He had his large cock already out and hanging ready for it to perform its magic function of awakening his captive beauties.
He fancied brushing the head of his heavy, now swelling cock over the lips of Janet first.
Then he had further fantasized, he would approach the lovely Barbara. With her predilection for sucking cock, he figured as soon as he brushed the split head of his huge mauler over her ruby red lips, she would flick her tongue out at it, asleep or not.
With all of that in his head, can you imagine the shock Jack got when his fantasy hit reality?
All his excitement began to fade when he walked in and found his two captive lovelies having a good go at each other's twats.
He was so shocked, he just couldn't say a word. He just stood there stunned. And to add to it, the girls were really into it, sucking cunt so hot and heavy, they didn't even know he had walked in!
He was ready to start screaming his guts out at these two fucking cunts, when something happened to old Jack. Old Jack who was actually twenty-nine to be exact.
He stood there watching these two girls wiggling and writhing. Each with her face flat into the other's crotch. Munching and moaning, and eating and sucking like crazy.
It wasn't a half bad show.
Janet was on her back again. Barbara was on top.
Janet was lying upside down and Barbara was spread out right with her head towards the head of the bed.
Barbara crouched over Janet on her knees.
Her body supported by her elbows. She had both her hands firmly implanted around Janet's ass, and she was chewing the clit off the blonde pussy.
Jack wanted a closer look.
But as he moved closer he became aware of the fact that Barbara's knees were straddling Janet. That left her fantastic ass waving in the air. Further, its spread cheeks had her luscious tight pink ass-bud taking the air as well as her beautiful round ass buns.
Everything she possesed was all up in the air ready for the taking.
Looking at that wiggling ass with its lovely squeezed little sweet spot in the middle of all that creamy smooth skin made Jack's dick flex all by itself.
He looked down at it and said softly, "What's this, old man?" he made his cock jump in response.
"Do you see something you'd like to have?"
And again as if in answer, his huge, now fully swollen and powerful mauler jumped again as to nod yes to the answer of the question he'd presented to it.
But before he got involved with the wiggling ass, Jack wanted to have a good look at the girls. It was the first time he'd ever been able to see what girls did to each other. It was the first time he'd ever had the opportunity to view twat twitching tongues go at it at such a short distance.
Janet and Barbara were working themselves into a real fever. They were orbiting into unknown worlds and in completely unknown time spans. Nothing existed for them except the munching they were doing at each others luscious, young and sweet tasting twats.
For them it was all pure sensation and complete abandonment.
Jack bent down and took a good look at the joyfull look look on Janet's face as she was darting her tongue in and out of Barbara's twat. He carefully studied the roll and the swell and retreat of each of their bodies as they undertook each others and their mutual pleasure.
He watched the bobbing of Barbara's breasts as they hung down from her body.
It took a lot of restraint for him to not reach out and begin milking them like the udders of a young heifer.
But he did restrain himself.
Instead he began fondeling his own now swollen and throbbing toys instead.
He then walked around behind Barbara. And watched her ass wiggle as he looked at the brown blow hole and decided the time had come for him to join in the fun and get some of this good stuff himself.
Barbara flexed her ass. She knew something else was up just by intuition alone, but she was not in a position to do anything about it. She managed to turn her head just enough to catch a glimpse of Jack the stripper.
"What the hell," she thought to herself, "if he want's to join in. Well, what the hell!"
And she went back to her own business.
After all she'd been in more compromising situations than this one. And her mind took her back to her first experience with fucking and sucking. That time she'd been gang raped and had learned the. joys of sucking cock and getting fucked in the ass.
* * * * *
It was already late, and Barbara was just a little frightened now that it was after the hour of one o'clock. She had ridden out to the old lake to swim early in the day but had planned staying at her girl friends place on the lake for the night. But for some reason she and her family were not at their summer resort cottage and Barbara could not get in because the place was so well locked up.
When she'd gone back for her bike it had been stolen. It was a long way to town. And she'd waited until after nine o'clock at the cottage, hoping her friend Mary would come back.
At last she had started walking back out of the lake road and had gotten lost in the dark. It had taken her another two hours to find her way again.
Now at last she was on the main highway and was trying to get a Jift back to town.
In the distance she could hear a motor roar or was it a number of motors coming her way.
But it was the kind of sound that had a menacing rumble and could only be coming from a bunch of motorcycle engines. She had a hunch that the kind of guys who rode them at that hour were not likely to be college boys or for that matter boys at all. They were more than likely animals.
Her instinct for safety made her head for the bushes but the cycles were fast and her ability to move greatly slowed down in the dark.
Before she knew they were upon her.
Jake, the gangleader had no intentions of letting this lovely young night flower go back into the forest without first plucking her sweet necter from her.
He and his men had been spoiling for some kind of action. They were so fucking bored that they would have taken a dude and fucked him silly had they had the chance.
But providence had provided them with a luscious young virgin.
Jake was horny as hell, himself, and as soon as he'd screamed his bike to a halt blocking Barbara's retreat into the woods and cut her off from any place to run to, the rest of the gang had roared up to the spot. .
She started to run but he dropped his bike, stalling it and made after her.
It was important that Jake catch her. His authority could not be questioned when it came to gangbanging her. Because at that point he wanted absolute authroity. He wanted nobody hurt. Just well fucked, but never fucked over. That was his motto and it had kept everyone out of trouble, so far.
"Gotcha now!"
"Please! Let me go!"
"Are you kidding? What you doing out here at this time of night, selling violets? Hell, girly you're just asking for a good fucking!"
"I had my bike stolen and my friends that I was to stay with were not home down by the lake and I had to walk back to town. I was just looking for a lift back to town."
"Honey, I gonna give you a lift. A lift that you ain't never gonna forget and will always look back on and wish you'd had more."
"Please, please don't hurt me!"
"We're gonna give you only the best we have to offer, baby."
"Where she gonna ride?" one of the gang asked.
"With me!" Jake intoned. It was a final answer, saying that no more quesitons were in order or would be tolerated.
"Well, then let's get going. Don't want this piece of hot pussy to cool off in the night air."
There was a lot of laughter at that one.
They decided to tie her up and gag her,'but they decided it wasn't necessary after her first resistance and Jake had slapped the shit out of her. She just numbly climbed up on the cycle behind him and grabbed on to him and held on for her dear little life.
She realized that they all intended to take her somewhere and rape her. At this thought alone she had been stricken dumb with terror.
Eleven men would be more than she could ever accommodate and survive, she felt. Particularly since they were not likely to show her any consideration at all.
Soon she was back in town, Not where she would have liked to be, but in an area she had only heard about. It was a run-down area where there were abandoned tenements and garbage strewn in the alleys.
When the bike had pulled and stopped she could take no more and simply passed out.
Jake took her limp form and flung it across his shoulders and led the way up a fire escape which led into the roof entrance of the abandoned building.
This building was their's and no one in the neighborhood came anywhere near. So there was no chance for anyone hearing Barbara's cries for help if they ever were any.
He'd, that is Spike and his gang had raped and beaten a chick they'd captured from a rival gang some months back and they'd really given that cunt a working over. But she was a real bad mouthed bitch.
Spike realized that in Barbara, he had a lady and he was going to see that she was treated as much like one as was possible. But he was still going to fuck her and she was going to have to give plenty of head and even take it up the ass but it was all to be as painless as possible.
He didn't want this chick to run back to her rich parents or to be found dead by the same and have to hassle all the shit that would come down on him if all that money, which it was obvious this kid came from, started a push for action and results. He knew that there would be results and the pigs would be on his ass the first thing.
So he was going to make the little lady happy and comfortable but really show her that good fucking could be a great thing.
She was set down at the kitchen table on a broken chair and it was there she came to. She found her lips so dry and she began to lick them.
"I think she's thirsty." one of the ass-holes said in a smart ass voice.
"How about a drink of hot spunk, little girl?" another offered.
"You creeps. Shut up your fucking mouths. Can't you see that she's a lady? Don't talk like that until she's relaxed and had something decent to drink."
"What would you like, honey?" Jake's voice was sincerely warm. He liked this little chick. She was really different than any of the cunts he'd ever known before in his tough world.
"Could I please have a glass of water?"
"Water!"
Jake was really taken aback at that request.
"Honey, the water in this place ain't fit for the likes of you. But I got some nice wine. I got it just for you. After all you're the guest at this party."
"No thank you." she said politely.
"It isn't polite to refuse."
"No it isn't. You are right. I'll have a little, thank you."
One of the creeps tried to give it to her from the bottle and she pushed him away.
"Hold her mouth open!" he yelled in a fury.
"Not on your sweet ass you fucking dumb-ass hole. Get a glass and make sure it's clean. That the way a lady drinks. I don't want her to get sick."
The glass was found and washed and the entire scene had the whole gang breaking up with laughter. All except Jake. He took the glass and filled it full and handed it to Barb.
"Please." he nodded at her as he handed it to her. "I don't want you to get hurt or to be mis-used, so you will join us in a toast to you."
Barbara knew that he meant business and she took the glass and began to drink. But the cheap tasting wine made her gag and she almost threw-up and in the effort to hold herself together let some of it fly back up and out of her mouth. It splattered on Jake's bare chest.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Jake." she was almost in tears. She got up and made an attempt to wipe it away with her handkerchief that she had in the pocket of her jeans. "Please forgive me. It was an accident."
It had also run down her chin and all over her shirt and down the front of her jeans.
"Now don't you worry about me. But look at yourself. You'll really have to get out of those wet things and get them cleaned up before you go home." Jake smiled at her. He loved the touch of her small hand but it had only stimulated him to feel the touch of her entire body.
"Oh, it'll be alright."
She was about to resist when Jake put out a hand to help her off with her things but she decided that she had better not.
But before she could say anything at all he had literally ripped off her shirt and was about to do the same with her jeans.
She could hold back her terror no longer and she began to scream and scream, until the only thing she could feel was the heavy hand of this dark hairy covered man striking her over and over. At last she was just completely numb and she was standing naked in front of all the gang.
They were all waiting their turn to fuck her. They knew that after the first two were threw fucking her that all the fight would be taken out of her and fucked out of her.
She would also be nice and wet by then.
"Okay, let's get down to fucking, man!" it was the creep again.
Jake back handed him with such force that he ended up clear across the room and blood was coming from his mouth where he'd cut his lip on his teeth.
He was so angry and protective toward her at the same time. He couldn't understand why and he felt very puzzled.
Possibly it was her pretty obvious well-bread manners. Even her clothes were expensive and her speech was certainly that of a rich girl..
His gut instinct plus the late hour at which they found her on the deserted road at a spot which was walking distance from one of the richest estates in that part of the country were all clues. Maybe the girl was one of the Hansons.
Maybe something bad had happened to her and she was on the run.
And that was more of the truth than he knew.
Barbara had been out to the lake running away from her father. Eric Hanson had literally bung-holed his lovely young daughter into a numb terror that very morning and Barbara out of fright had taken her bike and ridden to the lake, in the hopes that her friend Mary and her family would be there.
Her uncle Marvin's estate was just a mile or so from the Person's summer house, that was Mary's family's place, but she knew that her Uncle would only call her father and send her back to him and his perverted treatment.
But twice in one day was to much for her tortured little mind and she was now completely numb. She didn't even care what happened.
She felt the entire world was a fucking piece of shit and you couldn't do anything about it until you got old enough to run away from your fucking family, which was only her father, since her mother had divorced him three years ago and moved to Europe with her new husband and didn't really want to have the bother of a young fifteen year old daughter to worry about or to have her around.
Jake was a really sensitive dude. For all his ignorant uneducated ways he was underneath a very sensitive man. He had just grown up where sensitivity was the last thing you showed if you wanted to survive. He'd survived but some how he retained deep in that soul of his a nature that was as sensitive as any of the effete young studs with all the advantages. Perhaps, even more.
He shook himself and told himself that he'd better get back to the gang and the party that he was supposed to be putting on for these bunch of fucked ass-holes he called his gang.
He hated every mother-fucking one of the bastards. They made him look like a jerk most of the time and now as he looked at them he realized that they made him look like them, which was worst of all.
He was handsome and big and hairy and gentle. They made him be gruff, and rough and dirty and mean and a fucking crude son-of-a-bitch because they couldn't be any better themselves.
He wanted to give Barbara some more wine. He knew there was no way to spare her from the gangbang but he felt that at least if she had enough cheap rot-gut in her it would make it a lot easier.
Jake was amazed at how hard she had fought while her clothes were being taken off. But as soon as she was naked and she had no more protection just his touch had caused her entire body to go completely rigid.
Luckily the wine was going through her system more swiftly now, and she looked so relaxed that Jake felt now was the time to get it on before she threw-up or started another scene and then she'd be fucked to death.
He couldn't stand that.
So as not to scare the girl completely out of her fucking mind he was rather tender as he lead her to the battered sofa which was the only bed that they had on which to fuck her.
"You're a very pretty girl. You got a great body too. What's your name. Just the first. I have a feeling we'd all be better off without any last names."
"Barbara."
"Look, Barbara, now I'm going to lay it on you straight. We've, the guys and me, we've been a long time without any female company. You know what I mean."
"Yes, Mr. Jake. I think so."
"Well we sure do want to get to know you a lot better. We all need a good big load emptied from our nuts. And we want you to do that for us. We don't want to hurt you. But we are really in a lot of pain because of these full nuts of ours and the slightest irritation causes us a lot of pain and makes us real mean. Now we don't want to be in pain and I know you don't want us to be in pain. So will you be a really super-chick and help us?"
"Please, Mr. Jake. I do understand. But I was already raped once today and it was in the ass. I'm really sore there so could you please, not fuck me there?"
The gang began to laugh and howl.
"Shut up your fucking mouths. The lady is asking a favor, now let me listen to her." Jake roared.
"Well I can't promise that honey, but I can promise that you will be fucked with a lot of good lubrication and that if you just relax and try to pretend that you really want this or that cock in you because it will give you a real lot of pleasure, well then it won't hurt you at all. Okay?"
She closed her eyes, hoping that it would seem even more like a dream, and possibly more bearable. Then she felt herself being laid on the sofa on her back. They were all now grobbing and pinching her, but Jake pushed them all to the background.
"Tell me the truth kid. Did a guy ever fuck you before."
"Not in the cunt."
"Okay then let's pretend that you and I are just new lovers and that we are going to fuck for the first time. Now it is going to hurt a little when I first pop your cherry but after that it will all be good."
"Okay." Barbara trusted this big gentle man.
Jake could be a brutal animal, life had made him into that, but Barbara knew that what he said he would do. He somehow respected her innocence and would make it as pleasant as possible for her. At least he would not make it as painful as her Father had.
"Okay you guys, start eating her out!"
It was an order that Jake didn't have to give twice. He knew just exactly what he was doing.
Barbara became terrified but she did not move when all the hands and fingers started grabbing and probing and pinching her again.
Soon there was a mouth each on her firm little breasts. There was also a full warm mouth sucking like crazy on her pussy and most startling of all was the one that she felt on her ass-hole.
It had been so sore. So sore in fact that she had thought she would have trouble going to the bathroom but then this wonderful full warm pair of lips and piercing tongue started to work on it and seemed to drain all the soreness away and leave only a tingling that made her feel like she wanted it fucked once more.
It was incredible. Even though there was a roughness about these men, they were good and they were really getting her turned on so that she began to moan and wiggle against the many mouths that were attacking her young un-tried body.
But the body was beginning to awaken and she could "feel the lust creeping into her loins and she knew that she had to have something more in her vagina than just a tongue.
She also realized that she'd like a good big cock up her ass if it was slipped in with lots of slippery saliva.
Soon she was crying out for more and it was at that moment that they all stopped and she felt a big pair of strong arms around her and began to cradle her in them.
"That's it baby. Jake's going to take all that pain away from you so you just relax and let me get this big hunk of man meat ready."
He kissed her a little roughly but it was the gentlest that he had to offer and it was in its own way good.
"Now, I want you to suck my cock and get it good and wet, while I eat your pussy and get it good and wet. That way we'll be helping each other a lot."
Jake should have been a psychologist, his approach was so damned good. Not only was he getting his own way but he was getting it the best way possible. That was with the full cooperation of this warm young cunt. He liked her a lot and he didn't want to hurt her so he just made everything as clear as possible and as pleasant as he possibly could. She was too good to be true.
A virgin, a true honest-to-God-virgin. Chirst he'd never had one in his entire thirty years and now he wasn't going to let anything interfer with getting it on the very best of terms.
Soon they were both in position at each other's groin and he urged her on a little and soon had the head of his big swollen cock in her mouth and she was willingly sucking on it as best she could.
When he began to eat her pussy she nearly drove her cunt clean through his face.
It made him so excited that he dove into her like a kid into a swimming hole. He was good when he wanted to be and by god tonight he was the best he'd ever been.
Soon the both of them were moaning and groaning on the floor like two fucking animals.
The rest of the gang were all standing around jerking of their meats. Until one by one they began to play with one another, and then at last at least two of the members began to go down on the others. And it was not the least brutal of the eleven that had gotten to their knees, but on the contrary it was two of the roughest bastards in the gang. Ben and Spike and they were mean mother-fuckers. But the both of them were truly Bi-and they just could not resist a good hard dick for to long.
Barbara heard all the commotion as the two studs started to suck off their buddies and she had to see what it was.
"Oh! My God!" was her reaction. "Their sucking the whole things. They've got the whole things all the way in their mouths."
"Sure, they have honey. They are two of the best in the city. Maybe in the whole damned country."
"Can I watch?" She was completely in tranced by the sight of two big, mean gang studs sucking the cocks of their buddies.
Jake thought it might be good for her and she would relax and really get into the spirit of the whole damned thing.
"Sure, baby. Get some pointers from the boys and become one of the best and you'll never have to go looking for a good man."
He took her to where the two dudes were sucking off two other dudes with the biggest of cocks. One had a dick that was at least nine inches and the other one had one that must have been over that.
Ben and Spike were holding the balls of each of the dudes they were sucking and guiding the huge swollen shafts into their mouths with each stroke of their mouths over the throbbing meat.
Soon Barbara was right down on her knees next to Ben and was watching as closely as a kid with her face pressed against the glass of a candy counter.
"Here, honey, try this one!" Ben put an arm around her and drew her upon to his lap, his own huge dong well grounded between her ass buns.
She took hold of the big hanging sack of nuts and began to guide the big swollen dick into her watering mouth.
"Now pretend you are swallowing all the time and pull back on the back of your throat like you are sucking in a big long breath of air.
Barbara did as she was told and suddenly to not only her surprise but to the rapture of the dude she was sucking, the entire shaft was suddenly engulfed.
"I did it! I did it!" She pulled his dong out and began to jump for joy riding up and down on Ben's big swollen cock until suddenly the big monster shot its load straight up into her ass hole and onto her cunt.
The entire gang began to laugh and not but one of them began to like this little chick. She had a sense of value, even when it came to a lowly thing like sex with them.
"Okay, baby, that did it! You better get off this piece now or you're going to kill my nuts with your jumping." Ben lifted her off and went back to sucking on the big meat before him.
"Come over her, baby, and give this one a try!
You'll like it even better than his." Spike lifted her up and let her ease slowly down over his seven inches of swollen cock until her ass-hole touched its head. Then he let out a little moan.
But Barbara didn't notice much except that something good was slipping into her ass and that was alright as long as she could hold onto the sweaty balls before and take that luscious swollen head on the cock above them into her mouth and try once more to swallow a whole cock.
She got more comfortable by simply spreading her thighs and putting her knees on either side of Spike as he leaned back from his sucking and let his knees and lower leg support them both.
His cock slipped clear into her already used little ass. It was so tight that he thought he was going to tear his foreskin off but then as she spread her legs and placed a knee on either side of his knees it slipped on in with great ease.
She was in an ecstatic place with a delicious piece of meat in her mouth and now going in and out all the way with such ease she thought she would go mad. Then suddenly Joe, whom she was sucking, stuck a popper under her nose and she got a good wiff of it.
Then without seeming effort the whole damned cock and balls were slapping against her face and her ass-hole had opened up until Spike was pounding at her back door with no pain to anyone.
She felt herself take off on a cloud of sexual magnificience and as she did so everything in her opened up and she was off and gone on the whole trip.
She started sucking like mad on the big mauler in her mouth and riding and grinding on the big cock shoved in her ass.
It wasn't long until Joe began to moan and with loud noise of a coming animal let go with the first wad of gism that Barbara had ever had.
It shot and shot and spurted and came in her mouth until part of it escaped the tight grasp of her lips as they remained glued to the big throbbing pulsing shaft as it released its spunk.
The gang began to yell and howler.
"That's it baby, you got it! Hold that dick! Hold on to it and swallow! Swallow!" She was a success. This was something she had never been before. She'd always been such a dud at everything, both at home and-in school. Now she felt the first real thrill of being a true success and a success in an area that all men could appreciate and enjoy.
Joe pulled reluctantly away, but his spent cock was getting a little sore as the tight little hot mouth kept right on sucking on it even after it had gotten soft.
"Next!" Barbara loved it. She was enjoying herself more than she ever had before.
But at that moment Spike let go with his wad into her ass.
There was a thrusting and a pounding and the next thing she knew she was flat on her stomach on the floor and this big sweaty, funky smelling body was all but covering her and she was getting her ass pounded in such a way that the passion it brought out in her nearly was driving her out of her fucking bird. She was trying to desperately to reach her own twat and finger the hell out of it so she could come to. Her need was so great that she was actually in pain for the want of a pussy penetration.
Jake sensed that now was his time.
When Spike had finished throbbing his load into her sweet young ass, Jake helped him off and turned the sweet young cunt over on her back and threw her legs into the air.
She was so impassioned, that when Joe gave her another hit of popper, she just rolled up as far as she could and held the lips of her virgin pussy wide open and screamed at Jake, "Take me Jake. Ram your rod into my cunt! I'm so hot. I have to have something happen. I think you know what it is and you'll do it for me. Please!"
"You got it baby!" Jake was on her and mounting in a second. "Okay baby here it comes. It is going to hurt when we break your cherry but after that it's all good times.
Are you ready, baby?" Jake asked as he was already bring her bottom down into position with his swollen cock.
Her cunt was quickly coming into the contact of the head of his cock. The lips of it were already so swollen from her own manipulations that they were not even in the way of his big pulsing rod.
She pushed herself with a quick thrusting motion right up onto Spike's dong and his prick was suddenly traveling up and into her before either of them was aware of it. Enough was lodged just within her entrance to so excite them both that they both immediately when wild and thrust against each other.
Their bodies crashed up together with the necessary momentum that brought them crashing down on his prick and he to have his cock rip right through the annoying barrier of her cherry.
Still caught in the passion of their needs for each others sex organs, in and wrapped around one another, and sucked into a trance that his kisses were giving her, Barbara did not know she was coming down onto her cherry until the final moment she felt the painful tear, and then the harsh upward push of his massive pounding cock flesh.
"Arrrggghhhhhhhh!!!!" she yelled.
"That's it baby, we did it. And we did it together. Honey, you are now a full-fl-edged woman. Baby you are one helluva fuck." And with that she wrapped herself around him and just let him pound his massive hips into her fully let out groin where her pussy spread wide open for him and it's blood stained innocence begged this big, lusty, street brute with the gentle soul fuck her until her cunt was aching for the orgasm that finally they both reached at the same time.
For a long time they just lay wrapped in each other's arms. Then she reached up and stroked his face and began to cry softly and quietly.
"What's wrong, baby?" He was worried that maybe she'd been hurt inside after all.
"Nothing, I just love you and you're the first man I've ever felt that for and I feel happy and sad at the same time and it just makes me cry."
He held her very close and ground his body even deeper into her small frame, trying to completely engulf her with his warmth and hoping that his saddness would go away as well.
The rest of the gang had gotten off and or been sucked or sucked off someone and had by this time gone into the other parts of the apartment after watching the final fucking of Barbara by Jake.
She had stayed with Jake for almost a year and they had lived on what he could make and on the money she had taken out of the bank that first day that he'd fucked her. She never dared go back for more, because she knew that she would be detained for her father.
Then suddenly, just as he had lived, her father died in a wild drunken brawl over his ex-wife, Barbara's mother, somewhere in Europe. He'd shot her mother and then drunkenly turned the gun on himself, right in the midst of a fashionable dinner party and shot himself in the mouth.
When Spike brought home the papers one evening to the apartment, for by now they had moved to San Francisco and there was no more gang around, she knew that there was something bad happening. Bad because he looked so whipped and lost.
"What's wrong, baby?" She had said. She remembered putting her arms around him. She had to reach up because he was so big.
He just handed her the papers.
"Heiress Sought" and then it went on to tell the story.
"Okay, but what has that to do with us?" Somewhere, there came pouring forth a great strength, "You and I haven't changed, have we?" then she started to cry. She knew then what it was that had made him so sad. She would have to go back and take care of all the business and accept the inheritance and by doing so she would be someone else. She would no longer be Barbara Smith but Barbara Hanson Stone. Yes she would always be Barbara Stone, Jake Stone's wife. But they would be separated because she was only sixteen and she would now have to accept the responsibility of her place and go back to school and try to get an education and take care of her life as it was to become.
But that last night together, was heaven for them both.
Jake had fucked her like she'd never been fucked before.
But when he ass-fucked her it was sheer heaven and had made her love him and love being fucked in the ass all these past ten years.
She'd gone back to San Francisco a year later looking for Jake. She'd realized that he was really what she wanted but he was no were to be found.
Perhaps, it was just as well, she had thought at the time. She'd been so lonely without him, and she'd for some reason lost all interest in men, except for sucking their cocks. Other than that she could take them or leave them. But she'd never been ass-fucked again, 'till now.
And now as it all came flooding back to her, as she and her ass-hole both began to remember, and their memories were of the best.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jack was perched on the bed with Barbara's exposed hole dead in front of him. He took his half mast flagpole of a cock and with it in hand aimed it carefully and rammed it home.
Direct hit! It slipped in easily because it wasn't full grown, because Barbara was relaxed and was in the excitement of the memories of the past, and becuse her legs were splayed and the entire mass was well lubricated.
Once his huge prick was popped into that tight little ass-hole, it sprang to full attention!
By this time Janet, who was working away under Barbara's ass, was aware something else was going on beside a crotch munch.
She eased her head back closer to the foot of the bed, and without losing a stroke of her busy tongue, she rolled her eyes upwards and strained to see what was going on.
All she saw was the enormous nut bag of Jack's bobbing back and forth and up and down before her face. The fuzzy little hairs on it giving its elephant like skin the appearance of some strange little animal bobbing around trying to get into Barbara's ass hole. The extreme close view of it was so strange that Janet had to take a good long look before the full realization of what was going on hit her.
The underside of Jack's sack was already sweaty and funky smelling. It made her mouth fairly water as she repressed the desire to take it into her hot oral cavity and suck them with untold passion, trying in that manner to get the goodies out of his nuts instead of the tried and true fashion of through an ejuculation which brought the nut goodies up and out the pulsing piss-slit of his enormously swollen cock-head.
But either way she was into sucking his nuts.
As Jack rammed his swollen pole home into Barbara's ass-hole, Janet also began to get a fine view of his shit hole, that is as her perspective came into focus. As far as she could see it was another wrinkly affair surrounded by curly hair, the same as that surrounded his nut box.
It too excited her salivary glands.
Barbara jumped when Jack rammed her. She had all she could do to keep from biting Janet's clit off with her teeth. She noted there was very little pain and that, in fact, it felt as it had once so very long ago, and that was great. It felt even greater when she felt his cock begin to grow to greater proportions within her ass.
"Yeah-h-h-h," she thought to herself, "that finger fucking cock jocky has one beautiful hunk of meat. A heavy piece that is almost as big as Jake's."
Jack toyed for a while with his new cock sheath. He liked the feel of the inside of Barbara's ass-hole. It was nice and slippery and the more he fucked it the wider and less resistant it became until at last it was just as good as any pussy he'd ever had, and perhaps better in some instances.
But most of all Barbara liked it and that liking was being transmitted into the full length of his enormously swollen and throbbing monster of a hunk of cock.
He could feel her grabbing at his shaft with with the walls of her ass and that was just the way he liked it.
But Janet didn't like it. She began to realize that Barbara's twat was flowing honey by the bucket full. She knew her own as good as Barbara's tonguing was, was no where near as wet.
It didn't take her long to put two and two together, that Barbara was getting the better time out of this than she was. Jealousy rose up in her tiny blonde frame.
"Why should Barbara have all the fun?" She thought angrily. "I want mine, too!"
Jack had started a slow pumping, taking it easy and slow. It was almost a dreamy pace. Anyway for him it was dreamy, feeling that tight little muscle massaging his cock.
"MMMMMMMmmm!" It was good and Jack let both of the girls know it.
Janet pulled her head back from Barbara's cunt and looked up. She watched Jack's scrotum swinging back and forth above her. It was just right for her to get the image of one watching one of those enormous steel wrecking balls swinging back and forth off the end of a crane. Swinging free then banging it's ball against a wall with all it's force trying to break through.
Barbara was moaning with pleasure.
Jack too was moaning with a pleasure of his own.
Janet wanted to moan with that kind of pleasure.
"Listen," she called up to Jack from under Barbara's ass. "How come Barb deserves all the attention?" she was getting no answer.
"Listen, you fuckers, I want some of that."
Jack kept up his lazy humping and peered down at Janet's anxious, angelic little face. Her pouty lips all knotted up.
"What's that, honey?" Jack asked lazily.
"I want to be fucked in the ass, too!" She said right straight out.
"Do you want me to put my big cock up your ass?"
"Yes!"
"Tell, me," he said. "Tell me you want my big fat cock up your tight little ass."
"I WANT YOUR BIG FAT COCK UP MY ASS!!!!!" Janet yelled.
"Just a minute, honey," Jack murmured.
"Well hurry!"
"I'll be right with you, I promise."
He lazily humped Barbara's ass a few more strokes before he said or did anything.
"Barbara, Baby," he called out, "did you hear what Janet said?"
Barbara mumbled something unintelligible.
"Honey, I guess we are going to have to part company for a moment," he sighed. "Janet's ass is feeling a bit neglected, it seems."
Slowly, and with a look of true regret on his face Jack reluctantly withdrew his cock from the cunning little ass-hole. He did it with a slow, savoring movement that gave his long lusting shaft a delight in every inch of its swollen mass.
Savoring the movement of its trip out through that tight little muscle. He stopped for a moment just as the flange of his head hit that tight little muscle at the entrance to Barbara's ass-hole.
Then he eased back little by little until it came out with a pop all by itself. Jack sighed.
Janet wriggled impatiently. "Okay girls," he directed. "Reverse positions."
The girls scrambled around to get in their respective positions so that Janet could get her ass fucked, just as Barbara's had been fucked.
"I could get to hate you, Janet." Barbara mumbled in complaint.
"Patience, my black -haired little cunt," Jack told Barbara, "I'll be back to you in a jiffy."
Now he watched as Janet positioned herself where Barbara had been. He leaned back and looked at her buns. There were tight and curved just right. As she spread her legs to straddle Barbara's head she revealed her smooth crack and her ass-hole. It was a neat little rose bud of a thing. And Jack was willing to swear it had never been penetrated before.
The blonde -haired lovely had spread all her virgin ass hole out before him.
It was spread out like a royal feast before a Roman emperor at one of his royal Roman orgies.
It was too good to pass up. So he accepted the sweet little ass so lovingly offered. He grabbed both of Janet's firm cheeks in his hands and shoved his face right into her beckoning ass-hole.
His nose hit home. Right in the concave center of that tiny little hole. He nuzzled it, tasted it with the tip of his tongue. He massaged the niggeredly little door by rotating his head this way and that. He even tried to nudge it open.
Of course, all of this was getting Janet hotter than a fucking fire cracker on the Fourth of July. She had never had anyone nosing around her ass before. It was a luscious sensation and she let him know it.
"ARRRRRRUGGGGGHHH....!!!!" she moaned.
He was forced to try even harder by her appreciation in sound.
"Oh! God Jack! By heaven that's so good! I never knew it could feel so good back there."
"It's only the beginning, baby." Jack groaned.
After the groan he made the promise come true and began licking the entire crevass.
By now Janet was dripping cunt juice at a record rate. Barbara loved it and scooped it out of the tiny cunt by the tongue full. Next to her own, it was the best twat honey she had ever tasted. But then the only other juices she had ever tasted was her own.
Barbara didn't mind that Janet was now the one getting the ass treatment. She was so well occupied sucking cunt.
The pre-fuck work-out Jack was giving Janet's ass-hole was not only for his own lustful satisfaction, it had another purpose. He could see right away that it was a virgin ass. Although Janet begged to have him stab her with his swollen distended shaft of love, she had no idea that it might be painfull. So a lot of what he was doing ... in fact most all of what he was doing was to relax the little muscle. Soften it up for the big thrust.
Jack was a pro. If there was anything in all this world he knew, it was how to turn on a chick. He knew how to get pussy drenched in no time flat. And he knew how to soften up the tightest ass to let his huge blood engorged shaft in., all the way. Yeah, that was it, one must be able to get one's cock into those tight ass-holes all the way, right up to the nuts in order to get the best out of it.
The next step in the process was to reach for the bottle of oil.
He did, and squirted it out onto the already spit slippery little rosebud hole. He added a little oil and repeated the process.
"MMMMMMMmmmmmmmm." Janet hummed in pleasure while she began to work even more furiously on Barbara's box.
Slowly and methodically Jack worked, becoming totally engrossed in the process of watching the little muscle soften up and relax. Further and further in he poked his finger.
But he did it ever so gently. Finally he worked his finger in to the knuckle. Then he slowly began to rotate his finger. Slowly and gently reaming the little opening wider and wider.
His cock was responding again by its uncontrollable flexing.
"Don't worry baby," he chuckled to himself. "It won't be long now." His cock seemed to have a mind of it's own and it wasn't about to wait any longer.
Janet was getting impatient, too. She pulled her head away from Barbara's ass, disengaging her lips from the hard clit she'd been pulling on.
"Now, now," she breathed heavily to Jack.
"Damnit, do it now!"
"Do what?" Jack asked innocently.
"Do what?" she echoed unbelievingly. "Why you fucking bastard, shove your meat in my ass, that's what. Shove that fucking love stick of your's into my fucking hot ass-hole, you God damned son-of-a-bitch. SHOVE IT IN!!!" she nearly screamed, going out of her mind with the crazed anticipation of the pleasure about to be hers.
"I WANT IT!!!'"
Jack took her at her word and with a perfect aim sank his shaft all the way into her virgin ass-hole.
" 'A AA AGGGGGGWWWWWRRRRHHH!!" Janet screamed in pain.
For as well as Jack had prepared her for entry it was still too tight and his cock, refusing to go in had knocked Janet flat out on Barbara, scaring the hell out of her.
"Shit!" Jack exploded. What a fucking thing to happen!
He looked at the two bodies sprawled out, one on top of the other and he made up his mind what was going to happen.
"Okay, ladies, you've had your fun, now we are going to get this thing going MY way."
Janet rolled off of Barbara and they both looked up at him.
Janet was close to tears. That encounter had really hurt!
She could still feel the pain of the thrust as Jack's huge swollen and quivering cock had tried to force its throbbing head into her tight little ass-cunt.
The great head had penatrated the opening only to be ejected most assuredly and forcefully.
Janet had never been any expert at anything to do with love. But then she'd never had much chance.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Janet had grown up in the city. There was plenty of opportunity for youthful experience in sex. But Janet had always been a shy girl. Besides that, she was an only child. Her parents had over protected her.
They watched her closely. They chose her playmates. And you can believe they kept the dirty-minded little boys away. There wasn't any opportunity for a childish fling at playing doctor and nurse.
In grammer school it was the same. Her mother took her to school and to met her at the play yard every night. There was no way their little girl was going to fall into the clutches of some hot-blooded little boy. No way she was going to fall into the clutches of some letcherous old man, either!
They recognized that she had the sweet, angelical face that attracted sex fiends. Her baby blonde hair added to the attraction. And even in high school, they hardly ever let her out of their sight. They knew everywhere she went and with whom. Not once did they even allow her to stay out over night with a girl friend!
As a result, Janet's natural shyness, coupled with her parent's dogged protection, the girl never really got to know what the hell life and sex was all about.
When she graduated from high school two years ago, she had the opportunity for her first sexual encounter. The Senior Prom.
Her parents had conscented to allowing the captian of the football team to take her to the prom. He was a very clean cut looking boy. NO long hair and as far as they knew he didn't smoke and he didn't drink.
They knew his family, and what's even better he was a member of their church. Now, what could be safer?
However, they imposed a midnight curfew on the couple. Tommy Farrell, the boy in question, was completely distraught. Now he may have been on close terms with Janet's family, and he may have been clean cut looking. He may even have been a member of their church.
But Tommy for all that had a hot cock and a dirty mind.
He knew damn well that Janet had a virgin pussy. One that had never been touched by awkward, funbling little boy's hands. It was clean, sweet and untouched. And under his giant jock strap, his overhung piece of heavy cock meat twitched at the thought of going to town on that cunt. He had had visions of how he would violate that cunt.
He wanted it. Man, he wanted that cherry so bad. That's all he ever thought about these days. Busting Janet's cherry. He talked about it in the locker room with the other boys. They all laughed and said it would never happen.
They knew shy little Janet. They knew her over-protective parents. They even bet her folks would send her to the Senior Prom with a chastity belt padlocked over that desirable little twat. In fact if one were available, they probably would have.
Thank God and heaven helping Janet they could not find one on such short notice when they learned that Janet did want to go.
Tommy took them up on the bet. The way he figured it with his crafty strategy, and his proven animal magnetism, he couldn't fail.
He was a proven stud. Everyone knew it, it seemed except the parents of the girls he'd dated. Kids have a way of keeping things like that a secret from the oldsters.
All bets were on the plan devised. But the whole thing hung on having ample time. And having ample time did not mean getting Janet home by midnight.
Tommy thought it over and then decided he would just have to get the curfew extended. He did, too. Very neatly.
He slicked himself up all evening. He chose his clothes with care to look as bland and as all-american boy as possible. He shaved close so not a hair of his already, well-developed beard showed. He rubbed himself with Sweetheart soap just to be sure he smelt soapy clean, and headed over to Janet's house.
He had called ahead and asked to speak to Janet's mother. He told her he had something he wanted to consult with her about and asked if he could come over. Janet's mother was flattered and told him of course, come right over.
Tommy arrived at the front door, spit polished and smelling sweet and clean so that it would hide the smell of his treachery.
He put on his best manners, too. Actually, it was an easy go. He pretended he was concerned about the type of flowers to get for Janet. He told her parents how much he respected the girl. How good and nice and pure she was.
How delicate she was and that out of respect he wanted to be sure to make this an evening she would remember the rest of her life.
They ate it up. He congratulated them on raising such a lovely child, not wild and depraved like some of those other nasty girls.
And who would know better, since he screwed them all.
Janet's parents never really quite knew how it all happened, but by the time Tommy left he not only had had a big helping of homemade cake but he had secured their promise that Janet could stay out until 1:30!
He was home free! Of that he was cock sure!
Janet was really thrilled too, because for the first time she felt grown up. She was a vision of innocents and loveliness for the dance.
Her long gown, full though it was, and demure it still showed off her exceptionally well proportioned sexy body.
Tommy almost blew the whole deal by getting a roaring hard on when she walked down the stairs of her home to meet him. Right in front of her parents he grew an instant huge bulge right there front and center of his crotch.
Luckily they had their eyes lovingly on their daughter and not on his fly. Quickly he readjusted his tux coat to hid his bulging sex organ in it's confines beneath his tight fitting pants.
The dance was great. And by a pre-arranged signal, his friends and their dates decided to split at eleven thirty for greener pastures. It wasn't hard to convince Janet to do the same. She was caught up in the whirl. Flushed with excitement of having finished her childhood days.
She was beginning to feel like a real woman ... and Tommy knew it. He had planned on it! What a deliciously dirty mind!
Well before Janet knew what had happened she was alone in the back seat of Tommy's borrowed car with one horny, heaving football player breathing hot and heavy in her ear.
She was a bit scared, but at the same time she found it a bit exciting. She was flattered, too, that this handsome stud hankered after her.
As long as things were confined to innocent kissing and panting with some wriggling body contact, she went along as a willing participant.
Tommy wanted more, though and before long he made that fact known. He wanted to climb that cherry tree!
With a deft movement he began squeezing her left tit. She flinched.
"Tommy, what are you doing?" she demanded.
He shut her up with a kiss and continued massaging that great beautiful tit of hers. With his left arm he held her firm in his clutch.
Janet struggled to no avail. Tommy was massive and strong. And before she knew it he had found the zipper of her dress in the back and had unzipped it. In the next moment, even before she could protest he had managed to skin down the front of her dress and exposed, for the first time to a strange male's lusting eyes her jutting, fully poised breasts.
The magnificience of that pair of womanly tits made Tommy gasp in awe. They were creamy smooth, topped at the ends by two ruby nubbs.
"My God, Tommy! What are you doing to me for God sake? Stop it!" Janet wailed trying to free herself from this teenage, oversexed football player.
There was no way Tommy could answer, even if he had wanted to. His mouth was filled with luscious lovely virgin tit. He sucked it. He nuzzled it. He fondeled it. He pulled at the end with his teeth and finally coaxed the little nubbin into a round hard little bud.
And when he had finished with the one breast he moved to the other.
Janet was beside herself with a mixture of fright and pleasure as this hulking football hero began to devour her delicious tits.
She wanted him to stop. But at the same time she didn't. It was as simple as that. She was hot and bothered by this time and all of these sensations were new to her and she just didn't quite understand what was happening to her mind and body.
When Tommy realized he had her reasonably under control he slowly began rubbing her tummy in time to the sucking of her incredible orbs. Janet just moaned.
Lower and lower his hand went until he was massaging the top of her cunt, firmly poking his fingers in the depression under the top of her pelvic bone. Janet moaned again. The treatment was taking effect.
"It feels good, doesn't it honey?" He whispered in her delicate little ear.
"Yes!" She managed to say.
"Tell me it feels good."
"Ohhhhhh, it-it-it f-f-feels soooo good." she managed at last to breath out in a long drawn out moan.
Encouraged, Tommy reached down and began working his way up her leg, under her long gown. Gently stroking her tender thighs. Kissing her all the while fully on the mouth.
The hand maneuvered to the inside of her thigh and worked it's way craftily but steadily towards her silken cunt. When he nudged the nylon encased love hole, Janet went mad.
She almost went through the roof of the car. She began her struggle anew.
But crafty Tommy held her firm and gentled her by softly stroking her box through the nylon panties.
Before long she had quieted down. And he was off and running again.
With practiced fingers Tommy pushed aside the nylon crotch of Janet's panties. He knew she was wet, for her sweetness had dampened the crotch of her panties. So he wasted no time in running his finger in her hole. The move was timed to coincide with his tongue pushing its way into her mouth, between her soft ruby lips.
Of course, he knew he was taking a chance of having his tongue bit off in the process, but the teenage stud was a good cocksman. He knew his prey.
The twin assault worked For at least a full five minutes it seemed to Janet, Tommy finger fucked her tight little twat and tongue fucked her mouth.
She was too far gone now to protest, and he knew it. When he figured the time was right, he withdrew his finger from her honey soaked cunt, and moved his mouth to breathing heavily into her ear and licked it while his hands were busy unzipping his trousers. He skinned out of them in no time. His swollen hunk of manhood glistening in the moonlight.
He lost no time in re-positioning them both. Then he hooked his thumbs into Janet's underpants and drew them off and down over her shapely thighs.
Janet was sobbing softly now. She knew she was in for it. no doubt. The trouble was, she didn't know what it was exactly that she was in for.
Tommy whispered his whole lexicon of reassuring words. He knew they would work.
They were tried and true. And Janet fell for them just as all the other girls before her had. He was a real con artist.
Tommy laid her back the length of the seat. He pushed back her dress to above her waist, exposing her graceful legs and tempting thighs to the moonlight. It was a beautiful sight to behold. Tommy breathed it in.
Then he gently spread her legs apart and revealed her tiny little virgin cunt to his lust hungry eyes. He drank it all in. He looked at the tight labia folds that hid the little slit from sight. He traced the line with his finger, coming to rest at the little hard clit peeping out at the apex of the line.
His cock ached, but he prolonged his visual pleasure. With the forefingers of each hand he gently parted the lips, like the parting of the Red Sea.
Janet's little love hole came into view.
It was a wet and moist dripping little hole covered with juices that she didn't even understand.
Tommy wanted to swoop in with his mouth and lick the juices clean. He wanted to bury his face in the sweet little virgin twat. He wanted to chew on her beautious peaked clit. He wanted to do all of that. But the stinging in his young bullish balls and the twitching of his fat juicy heavy cock meat reminded him they had to have their way with this little virgin piece of ass.
Recognizing their insistance, he hesitated no longer. She was wet and he was hot. But he wasn't an animal. Not completely, that is. He took her, gentle and slow, he took her.
He began by rubbing the taut head of his cock up and down outside of her virginal little doors. Slowly wetting his meat's head with her secretions.
With each stroke upwards he nudged a little harder at her vagina. And each time his cock's head forced the tiny opening to part a little more and then still a little more.
"Oh, Tommy, tell me you love me," Janet was moaning.
"I love you, Honey. I love you." Tommy breathed back at her.
"Tell me you'll love me forever." she begged.
"I'll love you forever, honeypot." He crooned into her ear totally unaware of anything he was saying, for his total attention was turned to the tortously beautiful task of getting his hunk inside that slowly opening box. At this point in the game he would have told her anything! Anything she wanted to hear, just to keep her satisfied and not to interfer with his activities at her love chute.
The moment came. The feeling of resistance was just right. With one firm movement he pepped the head of his cock into the little hole.
"OOOOhhhhhhhhh.....!!!" Janet screamed.
Tommy was in ecstasy.
"Oh, my God. Tommy, tell me you love me. Tell me you love me Tommy!!"
"love you, I love you, for Christ sakes," he moaned. It never failed, he thought angrily to himself. You no sooner get the tip of your big swollen cock in and they are off on that fucking love kick again!
Almost out of spite he rammed his fat swollen meat clear home.
"EEEEEhhhhhggghhhgg....!!!!!" again Janet screamed only this time in pain. "It hurts, Tommy!" she wailed.
"Sh-h-h-h." He soothed her with his cooing tone. "It's in now, and in a minute you'll love the way it feels, you'll see."
He began massaging her breasts with his hands and then reached up with his lips and covered her sobbing mouth and closed it with his own.
He slowly began humping in and out. Well, there was no need to say that it didn't take the young stud all night to get the gism out of his nuts. In fact he had hardly started pumping when the tight walls of her box wrapped around his big swollen and quivering meat started his big bull balls to tingling.
As he drove the blood engorged rod into her cunt, he could feel every tiny muscle and wrinkle in it. His first thrust, he was sure he felt her virginal membrane let loose. There was an instant of a quick rush of extra sticky warmth. It nearly drove him wild and he almost came on the spot! But somehow he contained himself for a few more storkes of his big swollen meat.
But his balls rumbled and he could feel the sap rising up his shaft. He pulled back, almost all the way out. then he thrust his groin forward full tilt. He shoved his swollen shaft into the hilt. Full length of her inner canal, she had a short box and the head of his big dick rammed into the back wall and exploded!
His big balls discharged one after the other.
They sent a boiling stream of hot creamy come out at such a forceful speed he thought he might rupture Janet's vaginal tissue. Like a high pressure jet stream it shot from the end of his fucking rod by the fucking bucket it seemed.
He roared like a fucking lion and then went into loud growles and moans and groans.
Janet, not knowing what it was all about, still thought Tommy was in pain, and began crying again. When it was all over, she was crying and he was wiping up the puddle of come juice that had poured out of her box all over the seat.
When she was safe in her own bed that night, she thought the whole thing through. Her only comment to herself was:
"Is that what everyone gets so uptight about? But why?" Her tone was one of disbelief.
And from that day until the point in time she now found herself she had no reason to believe any differently because she had never known the full joys of sexual climax from any of the ass-holes she had been laid by until Jack really gave her a good fucking.
Now she knew life would and could be different from here on in.
CHAPTER NINE
All this ran through her mind as she lay on the bed next to Barbara, looking up at Jack.
But she was jolted back again when she realized that-he was on the verge of turning nasty again and for almost the same reason, she had displeased him.
"Okay, " he said standing above the two girls, hands on his hips and his big cock waving in the breeze, "who would like to suck first?"
"Me!" They both said together.
Jack chuckled. That was more like it! Of course he forgot the girls had been doing a job on each other before he came in and they were both hot to go.
"Well, I'll tell you what," he said, "how about one of you tonguing my ass while the other one sucks my cock?"
Barbara and Janet just looked at each other.
Janet made a face that let Barbara know in no uncertain terms that Janet didn't want the ass end of it. She recalled what it looked like when she was under Barbara's cunt and he was bung holing the back -haired beauty.
Barbara wasn't that keen about ass-licking, but she wasn't adverse to it either. She had tongued her way around a few asses in her life, and it wasn't all that bad.
"You can have the cock first," she told Janet. "But I want to suck him off later." and she rose from the bed.
"Don't worry," fair Janet smiled, eyeing his heavy meat. 'There's plenty for both of us."
Barbara sank to her knees behind the good-looking dude. In a moment her face was rubbing up against his backside as she began the examination of his ass for its texture and taste.
She licked his rear with something like reverance. She was just as good at this as she was at cock sucking, Jack noted, pleasurably.
Meanwhile, Janet was busy fondling and examining Jack's cock. Her hands had formed a very sensual cone and slid up and down Jack's super cock.
Taking a firm hold of his swollen monster at it hairy base, Janet leaned forward and grasped with her hungry ruby red lips his swollen, quivering, purple plum-like cock-head.
"Oh take it all into your mouth, baby."
She obeyed and he watched his blood engorged tool disappear into the young bitches mouth.
Janet worked her way down the long and throbbing, beautifully shaped shaft at last taking it all into her hungry mouth until the lust swollen balls rested against her chin.
Janet started sucking the bloated organ and he watched in lascivious pleasure as her cheeks displayed the marvelous sucking action that was giving his great swollen glans and now fully distended shaft such delight.
But his ass was also taking its share of delight as Barbara, the luscious bitch of the Slow Blow, blow-job, made his sweet twitching ass button tingle with equal sensuality.
"You like my ass?" he said turning his head around to look at her.
"You have a beautiful ass, Mister." And she meant it. For Jack did have a beautifully defined and very muscular ass with exquisitely fine thick curly pubic hair that completely en compassed the sweet button of his ass-hole.
"Stick your tongue all the way inside and make me stunned with your deliciousness." He ordered her.
And so she did. She literally rammed her tongue into his behind.
Once inside she wiggled her tongue around inside his anal cavity.
Jack laughed easily to himself. For this was much more like it. He felt like a king, a powerful ruler with a harem at his command.
But he began to feel that inner tingling and he knew it was time to do some fucking.
"Okay girls," he announced. "Fun is fun, but its time to cunt hunt. We're going to fuck and now.
With that he threw Janet back onto the bed and thrust himself between her gorgeous legs and began to hump and pump her and in no time he was all primed from the tight massage his cock was getting from her tight twat, so that he was at the very edge of a great climax.
"You better get set baby. I think I'm coming and you're going to get it. Yes, baby, here I come." and with that he joined in with Janet's screaming passion and they hit it together.
The entire proceedings disgusted Barbara who decided she had had enough of this guy's fun and games, so while they, Jack and Janet were busy spurting hot juices at each other, Barbara grabbed her clothes and made for the elevator. By the time they had rolled apart and bathed their delights in the afterglow, Barbara Stone was on the street and on her way to the police station.
Janet was in the John cleaning herself up when Jack stormed in, grabbed her by the arm and said viciously," Well you're still her, Janet, and believe me, you are going to give me my nickle's worth. Now get down on your knees and lick my ass out."
Janet looked sick. Her mind went back to her first look at from below when she was eating out Barbara and she had not found it at all appetizing then and she did not now and she let him know it in no uncertain terms.
Jack grabbed her by the arm and forced her to her knees. Janet was sobbing. With his other hand he grabbed a mit full of her fine baby blonde hair.
It was traumatic for Janet. She didn't want anything to do with this dirty sex maniac's shit hole.
But at that moment Janet was saved by the bell.
Jack listened. Suddenly it occurred to him that Barbara didn't go away for good after all.
Maybe she was coming back to get his big juicy cock after all.
He released Janet and ran to the elevator.
Janet took full advantage of this diversion and got into her clothes as fast as she could. She was going to escape somehow and now was her chance.
The elevator stopped and the door opened.
Jack found himself standing stark naked staring directly into a pair of steely grey eyes.
"Help! Help. Let me out of here." Janet yelled. "Take me down! He's a sex maniac who has kept me prisoner!" she yelled as she hid in the deepest recesses of the elevator shaking with fear.
"What's your name?" Asked the tall lithsome, all-together broad. She was as cool as a cucumber.
"J-J-Janet B-Bender," came the shaky reply.
The all-together gal stepped out of the car. I'll send you down. Someone is waiting in a car out front who will want to talk with you."
She pushed the elevator button, and the doors slid closed and the creaking machine groaned its way to the bottom.
This was a fucking cool chick. Jack found a real excitement in her. He was tired of those shy retiring girls who gave a guy so much trouble. Yeah, this chick was a welcome relief.
"Rita's the name." And with that she walked right in and sat herself down and lit a cigarette. She didn't wait for any I, S, nor O nor a kiss my ass. She just took over.
When the cigarette was lit she drew in deeply and the raised her head and lazily blew the smoke in a slow stream into the air.
"Quite a thing you got going here," she observed, "did you lure that poor little thing up here?"
"Well, you know how it is...." he h-edged, "well, yes. She came in response to an ad I put in the paper."
"Did she know what she was getting into?"
"Of course...."
The steel gray eyes were turned upon him full blast.
"Well, not exactly...."
This broad was so cool, she just kept staring.
"Well-I-I, as a matter-of-fact, no." Jack finally admitted.
"When did she arrive?" this broad was really cool.
"Oh, about seven o'clock, ... last night." Jack answered in an offhand manner.
"Really! Then how come she was still here when I arrived?" the woman pressed.
"I wouldn't let her go," Jack confessed with a boyish shrug. "But enough of that weak sister. It's women like you that I really get turned on to. Strong, beautiful and cool." He moved next to her and patted her big tits fondly.
"What's say we get acquainted," he snuggled closer when she didn't seem to resist.
Jack snaked his hand down between her legs and got the shock of his life. His hand hit something hard. A look of horror engulfed him.
Rita just watched the look on his face in quiet amusement.
He darted a glance at her, frightened and scared, looking for an answer in her eyes.
Rita's eyes were cold and laughing in a haughty way.
In total shock, Jack threw back her skirt and revealed a black plastic thing strapped to her thigh and fitting snugly in the crease at the cunt.
"Never seen one of these before, honey?" she asked with a lazy yawn.
Jack shook his head dumbfoundedly.
"It's a body recorder." she explained casually while pretending to examine her nails.
"A what?"
"A body recorder," Rita reaffirmed," and in case you don't know what it's for, baby, it's to catch shits like you baby." With that she looked him directly in the eyes with her steely cold ones, "I'm an undercover cop with the vice squad."
"But why me?" Jack asked in bewilderment.
"Are you kidding?" Rita laughed. "Why, baby, we've had complaints on you from your office for the last eighteen months. And we've had you under light surveillance for the past month. As a possible sex maniac and sex offend "We were just waiting for you to make your move, which we knew sooner or later you would do. All you guys do. You always go further afield until you pass over the border from just another horny guy with a problem to a sex offender trying his hand at bondage and discipline."
"But I did it all in fun...." Jack protested.
"Honey, that kind of fun is illegal, if both parties aren't conscenting."
"Illegal? It's my sexual appetite, you see. ... I mean I really need...." his voice trailled off.
"Speak up baby, you're on candid tape."
Rita leaned over and unstrapped the device from her thigh and leg and then put it into her hand bag. From the bag she took out another small device and pulled out an antenna and flicked a switch. There was a crackling noise of static.
"You there Betty?" Rita asked.
"You bet, Rita, and it's all down on tape. Do you need any help up there?"
Rita looked at the frightened Jack and smiled. "Come to think of it Betty, he did show a tendency towards resisting arrest.'
"I'll be right there, drooled Bruiser Betty.
"But ... But...." stammered Jack , who was beginning to realize there might be something more to this than just helping him down the elevator.
The elevator ground to a stop and the doors flew open and Bruiser Betty, butch hair cut, 5'8" of 215 pounds of woman, walked out.
"Is that the hot cock?" she asked Rita jerking her thumb towards the trembling Jack.
"That's him." Rita just leaned back and exhaled her cigarette smoke in a long thin stream.
"Where's the bedroom, Honey?" Bruiser crooned at him, "cause you and Bruiser got a few things to work out between us." And with that she dragged him out of the room with him screaming and yelling for help.
"I hear you are quite a performer, but it's only on tape ... now, I think I'd like a practical demonstration ... for evidence, only, you see."
Rita continued puffing away on the cigarett making herself more comfortable. After all why shouldn't gals like Betty get a little of the good stuff once in a while.
She started looking for Jack's booze. She knew that when bruiser got finished balling him he need a couple belts of booze so they wouldn't have to carry him down.
And of course, he'd never tell. He wouldn't dare.
And besides, Rita shrugged, isn't he getting just what he deserves?
There were loud sounds of a spanking coming from the bedroom and the crying of a full grown man. Jack was getting a little B&D.
