A Housewife's Playmates
by Billie Monday
(LLP-392)


INTRODUCTION: 

America, the land of spiritual freedom, is a country that has developed 
itself to a point greater than any other nation in the history of man, in 
terms of science and technology. It has wrestled with disease, poverty and 
illiteracy and virtually wiped them out, improving the length and quality of 
life, and creating better living conditions for millions of people. And yet, 
the very technology which has accomplished miracles may prove to be the 
spiritual downfall of the people whose lives have been bettered. 

When ours was an agricultural economy, a man and wife worked hard, but they 
worked side by side, their lives spent literally together. But with the 
advent of the industrial society, the wife was left at home, while her 
husband went off to a job in the city. Then, as now, it may have seemed to 
the two that their lives were no longer their own. They now saw each other 
early in the morning and, exhausted, late at night, and the husband took his 
meager vacation when it was convenient for his company. 

The industrial society was indeed a benevolent dictator; it brought about 
shorter and shorter business hours, increased vacation time, work-saving 
appliances, and so forth. But what many people didn't realize was that the 
system, paradoxically, created substitute problems that have effectively 
wiped out man's newfound leisure time. Suburban living, traffic congestion, 
increasingly widespread strikes, and a business world so in gear that a man 
is expected to be on the job all day every day - all have contributed to 
keeping a husband and wife as separated as ever. Add to this the kind of job 
that requires a man to be away from home for extended periods of time on 
business trips, and the situation is intolerable. Yet many couples find 
themselves in just such a spot. 

It has often been proposed that extramarital affairs are the result of 
overexposure to one's spouse. But what about the reverse? A man who sees 
more of the people he works with than he sees of his wife may be drawn 
naturally to the women around him in the office. And a woman who finds 
herself seemingly deserted and feeling like a prisoner in her own house may 
be unwittingly ripe for an illicit encounter. Which is not to say that 
either one of them was planning to take a lover; the psychological forces 
that work on them are far too complex and subconscious to be dismissed in so 
facile an explanation. 

When does it begin? When a man is repeatedly too tired to make love in the 
evening? When his frayed nerves won't bear another discussion of rising food 
prices? When a woman finds she has nothing to talk to her husband about? 
When her criticisms of his company's demands bring on longer and louder 
arguments? Author Billie Monday has attempted to answer some of these 
disturbing questions in her latest novel, A Housewife's Playmates. With true 
insight and compassion, she examines the desperate struggle of two young 
people against the unnamable anxiety that threatens their marriage. The 
central couple in this story, Janice and Jerry Harper, are representative of 
any number of married people, while a second facet is presented in brief 
appearance of Tom and Martha Carey. Ultimately, though, the way in which the 
Harpers' situation is resolved perhaps holds a warning to us all about the 
way we are allowing ourselves to be emotionally robbed by a system which 
feeds on itself. 

The Publishers 


Chapter One 

Driving into center city was always a bitch, but Janice particularly hated 
making the trip in such stifling summer heat, and she drummed her fingers 
furiously on the back of the car seat as she waited for the light to change. 
The traffic was heavy and getting worse as rush hour approached, but it was 
more the suffocating atmosphere of the heat-hung inner city and the memories 
it brought back which made the dark-haired woman uneasy. 

The signal switched to green, and Janice floored the pedal of the big 
Pontiac as though speed would somehow wipe out the thoughts that were 
plaguing her mind. She slipped into the right-hand lane so she could turn 
onto the expressway heading out of Philadelphia, but there were still 
several blocks of traffic lights before she would reach the on-ramp. 
Silently she cursed the man who had set all the lights against her, as she 
slammed on her brakes for one red after another. It was already four 
o'clock, and she wanted to get going on the expressway before the rush hour 
traffic really got thick. Cripes! Did everyone live in the suburbs now? When 
the shops closed, the roads out of Philadelphia became so congested that it 
seemed as though no one stayed in town. Even the freeway would be slowed to 
a snail's pace if she didn't get on it soon. 

The fan was blowing hot air across her legs, and she swore as she turned the 
air-conditioner on full blast. It seemed hard to believe that just a few 
miles north at her home in Chestnut Hill it would be cool and green and 
refreshing when it was so sweltering here in town. Looking out at the 
shimmering skyscrapers, Janice felt suddenly sorry for her husband Jerry. 
How could he stand to commute to the city every day and then sometimes be 
stuck in a town for a week at a time on a business trip, and all in this 
heat? The weekends were too short to make it worthwhile. 

The heat always depressed Janice, for it had been on just such a day when 
she was eighteen that her father had died. It was the sensation of impending 
doom that the heat made her feel, like being in the eye of a storm with 
something horrible about to happen, when the air was so hot and unmoving and 
still that you couldn't breathe. And she didn't think she'd ever forget the 
feeling of shock and numbness she'd experienced when discovering her father 
dead. The two of them had been everything to each other since her mother's 
death so many years before, and Janice hadn't been at all prepared to lose 
the very center of her young life. Her mother was just a memory, but her dad 
had been her whole family, and she'd thought he'd probably live forever. For 
weeks after the funeral, she cried at the drop of a hat, but it took much 
longer than that for the anger and hurt to subside. 

He had left her very well off for a girl of eighteen, but having plenty of 
money wasn't like having a father; it didn't stop the incredible loneliness 
that twisted up her insides. And little by little the loneliness turned to 
resentment. The money was like a symbol of what had killed him, of the way 
he had driven himself, and she showed her hatred for it by ignoring the fact 
of her newfound wealth as much as possible. She let the bank handle the 
entire estate, and lived on very little of what they offered her. She moved 
out of the big house she'd shared with her father and into a small apartment 
near the University of Pennsylvania, and buried herself in studies that 
effectively blocked all thoughts of her future or past. 

It was in a political science course that she first met Jack Harrington, and 
because of his good looks and easy manner she agreed to go out with him. It 
had been her first real date with a boy, and she'd been a little alarmed 
about how to act. 

Reaching the on-ramp to the expressway, Janice guided her car into the 
four-lane crush as she thought about that first eventful date with Jack. The 
freeway traffic was moving even slower than on the streets behind, and she 
frowned as she adjusted her driving for the crawling pace. She wondered how 
many years it had been since she'd seen Jack - eight? Nine? About that, she 
thought in dismay at her own advancing age, but she could see his face in 
her mind as though it had been last week. 

The dress she'd worn that night had been a pale blue sheath that molded 
tightly to her lush young curves and echoed the shade and clarity of her 
eyes. She had felt mysterious and alluring in it, and had no idea how 
sensual it really made her look. Her blue-black hair hung in gentle waves 
about her milk-white neck, setting a frame for the smooth, proud uplift of 
her breasts just below. The sheath tapered in at her waistline and then 
swelled voluptuously out over her hips and full-rounded buttocks, to finish 
up a few inches above her knees in accentuation of her long, shapely legs. 
Seeing her in class, Jack had thought her a cute-looking chick, but tonight 
she looked like dynamite! 

"You look swell, Janice," was all he could manage to say, as he stared from 
her legs to her breasts to her glistening red lips. He didn't move from the 
apartment doorway, and Janice was afraid that his silence meant he really 
didn't quite approve of her outfit. Was it the boy's resemblance to her 
father that made her feel she needed his approval? Was it because Jack was 
about a head taller than she, and made her feel little and weak and in need 
of protection? 

"Uh, thanks, Jack," she finally said. "Would you like to come in a minute 
while I get my coat?" Jack took the coat she produced, and held it for her 
as he glanced around her small apartment. 

"Looks like a pretty nice place you've got," he said. The apartment was 
comfortable by student standards, and Jack had no idea that his date could 
afford a penthouse if she'd wanted it, for Janice never spoke about her 
financial situation and lived on as little of the trust money as she could. 
But tonight was a big night, so she'd splurged and bought this new dress and 
the apartment was spruced up a bit more than usual. 

Janice wasn't sure how to act with Jack, and she'd decided to stay 
completely open to whatever he might suggest, so when he asked if she liked 
pizza, she said yes, even though she didn't much care for it. They drove to 
a place way down in the Italian section of south Philadelphia that Jack said 
had the best pizza ever made, and Janice found she had to agree. She ate 
more of it than she thought she'd ever have room for. 

Jack had a way of making her feel totally at ease, and she couldn't stop 
laughing all through dinner because of his comic descriptions of the food 
they were eating, the other customers, the professors they shared, and 
everything else. Jack was twenty-one, and even the wine he ordered with 
dinner turned into a joke when an olive from his pizza fell into it. Janice 
was laughing so hard, she hardly had time to think about the fact that the 
waitress had brought her a wine glass too without even asking for proof of 
her age. All in all it was turning into a fine evening, and the dark-haired 
teenager was very glad she'd accepted her fellow student's invitation. 

After the pizza, they went to see a movie near her apartment, and when the 
movie was over and it was time for a goodnight kiss, Janice found she didn't 
want such an enjoyable time to come to an end so soon. Instead she suggested 
that they go up to her place for some coffee, and a surprised Jack readily 
agreed. 

Jan didn't know what she was planning, really, or what she might be letting 
herself in for, but she knew she didn't want to say goodnight just yet. 
She'd never given much thought to sexual experience as it had not been an 
important part of her life up to that point. She had no fears or hang-ups 
about it, but felt that it should be something meaningful. But if her father 
had still been alive, she wouldn't have dreamed of trying anything with Jack 
that night. As it was, though, she felt alone and free and responsible to no 
one but herself. 

"Make yourself at home, Jack, while I get the coffee," she said once they'd 
reached the apartment. Elated by the experience of the evening out with him, 
she whistled as she put water on to boil and prepared two cups for coffee. 
Then she fussed with her hair and dress to make sure she still looked all 
right, wondering what kind of impression she'd made on him and if he would 
ask her out again. 

"Cream and sugar?" she called to him as she was pouring the hot water into 
the cups. 

"No, black's the way I like it." 

When Janice carried the cups of steaming coffee into her small living room, 
she saw that her date had taken off his jacket and settled down on the 
studio couch that doubled as her bed at night. He was leaning back on the 
throw pillows and studying her every movement with great attention, so that 
Janice almost dropped the coffee from sheer nervousness. For some reason she 
couldn't quite explain, her own eyes swept down Jack's long lean body and 
stopped at the slight, fascinating bulge in the front of his pants. Feeling 
sort of like an animal hypnotized by a preying snake, she continued across 
the room, handed Jack his cup, and sat down beside him on the couch. 

"Thanks a lot for such a nice evening, Jack," she said, raising her cup to 
sip the hot liquid. 

"It's not over yet," he replied with a smile, and he took her coffee cup 
from her hand and placed it on the table next to his. 

Janice was startled by the older student's sudden move, but made no attempt 
to resist what she knew was going to be a long warm kiss. He was pulling her 
body up tight against his, and when his lips closed wetly over hers, she 
felt an electric sensation rippling through her flesh, and she stiffened her 
body against the unexpected pleasure. Her first she supposed to respond? She 
was trying to think clearly about the whole thing, and finding it harder and 
harder to think at all as she felt the strength in his hard young body, as 
his lips massaged hers, and as his breath in her ear sent wild tingles of 
rapture shooting down through her innocent flesh to the very center of her 
moistening vagina. 

Totally confused by the conflict of thought and sensation, she wondered if 
Jack intended to seduce her. After all, they weren't saying goodnight yet, 
and it was a pretty heavy kiss. Seduction! She forced herself to concentrate 
on the thought, determined to make up her mind about her virginity one way 
or the other tonight. The delightful warmth that seemed to flow outward from 
her loins was clouding her thoughts, but she fought doggedly to examine her 
position with great care. Did she want to lose her virginity to Jack 
tonight, or not? At the same time as she kept asking herself this question 
and getting no answer, the eighteen year old brunette felt herself being 
slowly overwhelmed by Jack's freely exploring hands. Her body was responding 
without waiting for her mind to decide, so she just relaxed and tried to 
follow her date's lead. 

Jack felt Janice's tenseness seem to melt away, and he took it as a sign 
that she wanted him to fuck her. He didn't once stop to think that she might 
be a virgin, but instead assumed that she would be an experienced and 
willing partner in sex. She had been so casual about everything all evening, 
right down to inviting him to her place for coffee. He ceased his 
soul-searching kiss, and looked down into Jan's half-closed blue eyes. 

"Oh, baby," he groaned, "I'm going to fuck you so well you won't be able to 
move for a week!" His hands shook with excitement as he began at once to 
undo the hook at the back of her dress. 

Janice was stunned into complete silence by his crude-sounding words. His 
direct and simple statement had shattered the idealistic image she'd had of 
what a sexual encounter would be, but his dark eyes still held a mystery 
that lured her onward. The animal promise in his voice, and the urgent 
passion in his actions were something she wanted to experience for herself, 
and she didn't resist when he unzipped her dress. She was eager to know what 
sex was all about. 

Jack lowered the short sleeves of her blue sheath down along her arms until 
the front of the dress was clear off her tight, brassiere-encased breasts. 
The top of the dress hung loosely around Janice's waist, the soft baby-blue 
material a pleasing complement to her smooth white belly. His eyes were 
locked on the lacy brassiere cups that thrust her voluptuous breasts up 
proudly in the air, and he reached around behind her back to unfasten the 
hooks holding the restraining cloth in place. It fell away from her body as 
if pushed by her succulent white flesh in its impatience to be free, and her 
lushly rounded breasts swayed in overjoyed relief before his eyes, the tiny 
pink nipples bursting with the promise of ripeness. 

The soft warm sight made Jack even more excited, and his hardening penis 
lurched up more erect in the tight confines of his pants. Drunk with ideas 
of what he was going to do to this sexy young chick, he leaned forward and 
began sucking slowly at one pink-flushed nipple. 

"Oooooohhhh!" Janice gasped as the liquid warmth of his mouth closed over 
her sensitive flesh and he suckled the tip of her breast like a baby. She 
still didn't know quite what to make of Jack's bold actions, or where he 
might go from here, but it all felt so heavenly that she had no thought of 
stopping him. He was being so gentle with her that she felt honored instead 
of embarrassed at being half-naked in front of him, and the pleasure his 
lips and tongue were giving her was greater than anything she had 
experienced before in her young life. It felt so good, she wanted him to do 
whatever would make him feel happy too. 

The sucking young student was unable to slow the urgency of his passion when 
he felt Janice's fingers softly stroking through his hair and down his neck. 
God! He had to have her body submissive under his blood-rigid penis, had to 
probe deep into her hidden flesh for the passion that was so obviously 
waiting there to be released. Trying to even his pace, he licked and sucked 
at the taut little nipple in his mouth, while his hand ran under her 
bunched-up dress across the warm flat expanse of her belly toward the area 
of her most secret flesh. But her dress was like a handcuff around his 
wrist, and stood up and pulled her up beside him in order to get rid of the 
offending cloth. 

It took a couple tugs to get the tight sheath free of the womanly flare of 
her hips, but as soon as it was puddled around her ankles. Jack immediately 
thrust his thumbs under the narrow elastic waistband of her lacy panties and 
began urging them in the same direction. Down they went over her 
firm-fleshed thighs and shapely calves to land atop her discarded blue 
sheath on the floor. Then Jack lifted her free and returned her naked to the 
sofa-bed. 

Not wanting to protest her date's actions in any way, Janice stayed 
completely relaxed as she was stripped of her clothes. She expected to feel 
shame at being totally naked in front of a man, but instead she felt a kind 
of closeness that was new to her. It was as though they were sharing 
something good and something secret, and making themselves vulnerable to 
each other was part of the satisfying ritual. 

Once back on the studio couch, Jack's mouth again closed wetly over the 
sensitive pink tip of her breast. The wild hot sensation that spread out 
through her helpless body from the nerve ends there sent the young girl's 
mind whirling into a maelstrom of pleasure and passion, and suddenly she 
knew that his fingers belonged in between her legs, massaging the tiny 
aching bud of her clitoris where it pulsed with unbearable heat in the soft 
protective folds of her pussy lips. But he seemed to have guessed her 
desire, and she opened her thighs wide to his advance as she felt his big 
hand move gently over her warm flat belly and down toward the sparsely 
curling "vee" of her pubic hair. 

Without her panties and dress in the way, Jack's finger-tips traced the 
shape and form of Janice's naked pussy mound, and the silken feel of her 
glossy dark pubic hair was like an invitation to the treasure which waited 
beneath. Her tight pussy curls circled his lewdly probing finger as he 
worked it in between the hair-fringed lips of her cunt, searching for the 
tiny swollen bud of her clitoris which held the key to all her latent 
passion. 

Janice bolted in sudden fear at what was happening to her when she felt 
Jack's extended finger press hard against that sensitive button and felt the 
explosive reaction of her innocent loins to his brazen touch. The electric 
feeling of complete arousal was rapidly engulfing her entire body, spreading 
outward in warm ripples of fire from the point where his finger was 
insistently massaging her pulsating clitoris. She could sense the moisture 
growing between her quivering pussy lips and then trickling down the inside 
of her thighs in a warm wet stream that only made the fires in her belly 
burn more brightly. She had never felt such crazy irresistible sensations in 
her womb before, and it seemed as though they were taking over her mind and 
body and all her senses. Was this what it was like to be seduced, she 
wondered. 

Jack had ceased to exist for the dark-haired young teenager. He was no 
longer a person with needs and desires like hers, but a nameless, faceless 
instrument of her pleasure. She lay with her eyes closed and her full-lipped 
mouth slightly open, oblivious to her date, oblivious to everything but his 
strong hard hand up between her legs, making her feel soooo goooood! 

Jack felt the moisture at the opening of Janice's vagina with his fingers 
and knew that she was ready for him. With a last quick lick at her naked 
breasts, he pushed himself up from the couch and began stripping off his 
clothes. His already half-erected penis throbbed slowly higher as he gazed 
down at the soft white female flesh that would soon be writhing and twisting 
in undeniable passion beneath him. 

His eyes were glued to the dark-fringed mound of the panting girl's pussy, 
and through the sparse curls he could see the glistening wetness gathering 
at the tiny opening to her womb. She lay unmoving on the sofa-bed, her 
full-mounded breasts softly rising and falling with her excited breathing, 
and her gaze locked on his still hardening young cock. 

When Jack had jumped up from the couch, Janice had thought he was leaving 
her to her own amusements for the moment. But she watched through 
half-closed eyes as he pulled off his clothes, waiting to see that one 
aspect of the male animal that she had never seen before. Then as her date's 
blood-swollen member pushed free of his restricting pants, her mind recoiled 
in surprise at its alarming size. She hadn't expected to find a man's penis 
so thick and long and heavy looking. Transfixed by the sight, she studied 
the fleshy instrument with deliberate care. The blunt bulbous head was thick 
and purplish, and the narrow slit in the middle had tiny drops of milk-white 
fluid nestled just inside. The desire-thickened shaft was ridged with sinew 
and blood vessels and rose up like a tree trunk from the bushy dark tangle 
of Jack's pubic hair. The thought of having that frighteningly large rod of 
flesh pushing up inside her narrow unstretched vagina made Janice tremble in 
fear, but at the same time she knew that half her trembling was from 
excitement. She wanted to feel that hot hard weapon driving deep into her 
tingling belly! 

"Are you going to put all of that inside me?" she asked, her voice hardly 
more than a squeak. 

The question caught Jack off guard as he was finishing his strip. It dawned 
on him that this lush-bodied girl might actually be a virgin, and the idea 
of being the first to fuck her almost drove him wild with lust. With a grunt 
and a nod to her question, he tensed and stopped breathing, ready to catch 
her if the reality of what they were going to do made her bolt for the door. 
But Janice just lay there on the pillows waiting for him to make the next 
move. 

Jack knelt up on the couch and took her knees in his hands to push her long 
legs wide apart. Her complete openness to his hungry gaze made her feel a 
little embarrassed again, and she could tell that he was looking only at her 
widespread cuntal flesh. A hot blush warmed her neck and cheeks, but she was 
sure Jack didn't notice, for his attention was riveted elsewhere. Slowly he 
leaned forward and ran his tongue through the few curly black hairs tracing 
a path from her navel to the "Vee" between her legs. And as he bent over 
her, Janice glanced again at the massive rod of hardened male flesh hovering 
out from his muscular loins in a threatening stance above her tender pussy. 
With a shudder of fearful excitement, she closed her eyes, still seeing it 
in her mind as she felt his tongue move wetly across her belly and begin 
probing into the soft moist folds of her quivering vagina. 

Nine years later Janice could still recall the electric jolt that had 
smashed through her body at the first-time feel of a man's tongue touching 
her clitoris. Oh God, what a feeling! Her body had seemed to lurch right up 
off the sofa-bed as the liquid fire rushed through every inch of her flesh 
and set her womb clenching and burning till she thought she'd scream. A low 
sensual moan escaped her parted lips, and in surprise at the sound of her 
own voice in her ears, she clamped her mouth tightly shut, afraid that her 
cries might deter Jack from such pleasure-giving ministrations. His teeth 
nipped without mercy at the small bursting bud of her clitoris and then his 
mouth pushed wetly into the tender flesh of her virgin pussy, and she 
thought she would pass out, it felt so good. Her mind had given over control 
to her senses, and her body was a slave to the tongue licking fire through 
her tingling loins. 

In pained disappointment, Janice arched her hips up toward her 
fellow-student's retreating face and moaned out her pleas for him to return. 
But he pushed her back down and pulled her knees up and back, exposing the 
entire tongue-wet plane of her cunt to his lusting gaze. Moving quickly, he 
trapped her legs out wide by pressing his own legs against them, and his 
desire-engorged penis was now pointing directly at the place his tongue had 
been. Janice raised her head up to see what Jack was doing, and her eyes 
opened wide as she again saw the lust-rigid cudgel of flesh bobbing nakedly 
over her unprotected pussy. Close to the tiny opening to her womb as it now 
was, it looked even bigger than it had a short while ago, and the 
inexperienced young teenager couldn't control the fear of its tearing her 
apart. It was like a giant column of hard jerking flesh made ready to plunge 
into her innocent belly, a blunt-tipped sword of fire. 

Janice cringed at her total nakedness as the cool air moved across her 
saliva-moistened cunt and down between the spread cheeks of her buttocks. 
She felt Jack lift her legs back even farther and press his hips forward, 
and she knew the moment had arrived. She jumped as his lust-inflamed penile 
head made contact with her naked flesh and then slowly insinuated itself in 
along her pussy lips until the full hard shaft lay extended the entire 
length of her cowering slit. 

Jack began moving his hips back and forth, his penis grasped by her tightly 
curling pussy hair and stroking her exposed cuntal flesh with his swollen 
hardness. He was still half-kneeling between her open white thighs, and 
Janice couldn't drag her eyes away from the angry red tip of his cock as it 
moved tauntingly back and forth across her hair-fringed cunt. Her fear of 
being torn apart was rapidly being replaced by a need to have that massive 
weapon deep inside her! 

"Put it in, Jack! Please put it inside me!" she whispered softly without 
looking at his face. 

But Jack was relishing every minute of his artful seduction and wanted to 
make it last as long as possible. The helpless position of this girl he now 
knew to be a virgin was driving him crazy with lust, and he wanted to hear 
her beg him to fuck her. 

"You ready for it now?" he asked in a husky voice. 

"Y-yes, but please be gentle, Jack." 

"Tell me what you want, then!" he commanded. "Say you want me to fuck you!" 

Janice wasn't shocked by his lewd demand, but rather took it as a part of 
the ritual to which she was being initiated. There wasn't any obscene word 
she wouldn't use if it would hurry Jack up. God! Her belly was burning for 
his penis to ram deep inside, and the sensuous stroking of her exposed pussy 
flesh was making her need all the more urgent. 

"Fuck me, Jack! I want you to fuck me now!" she whimpered through clenched 
teeth. 

"Tell me how you want it," he insisted. "Tell me you want my big cock shoved 
deep inside your tight little cunt!" Jack was enjoying her submissive 
responses, and he shoved his hips forward, sliding his cock along her 
steaming pussy to emphasize his words. 

Oh God! Why didn't he just fuck her? She couldn't stand this waiting. Was 
she always going to have to say such things in order to get a man to fuck 
her? 

"Put your cock in my tight cunt," she said. Then she went on before he could 
make another demand. "Oh Jack, I want your cock inside me! Fuck me with your 
big hard cock! Please! Right now!" 

Her lewd words pounded into Jack's brain and seared a path down to his 
lust-tensed loins, galvanizing him into action. With a groan, he leaned 
forward over her squirming young body, and at the same time threw his hips 
back so that only the blood-thickened tip of his penis was pressing into the 
passion-wet folds of her pussy. He was bracing himself with his hands on 
either side of her shoulders, and he looked straight into her soft blue eyes 
as he said, "Put your hand around my cock and put it in your cunt!" 

Meekly, Janice reached down between their naked bodies, and wrapped her 
fingers around the hotly throbbing shaft of male flesh. Thrilling at the 
hard-soft heated touch of the first penis she'd ever had in her hand, she 
thought she could actually feel the blood pulsing inside. She wiggled her 
hips beneath his pressuring cock, working the rubbery tip from side to side 
to get it in between the lips of her wet hair-covered vagina and position it 
over the tiny entrance to her womb. When the path was clear, she was 
suddenly shocked by a splitting pain down there where all had been tingles 
of delight just a second before. 

"Aaaaiiieeee! N-nooooo, waaaiiitttt!" she screamed as Jack shoved viciously 
forward into the tightly resisting passage. She hadn't expected it to hurt 
so much, and she tried desperately to squirm away from his unrelenting 
inward pressure. Oh God, it felt as though her flesh were ripping apart from 
the steady increase of force as his hips pushed forward with more and more 
strength. The pain between her legs grew hotter and hotter as her virginal 
cunt attempted to repel the unwanted invader, and then an explosion of fire 
seemed to rip her loins as the giant blood-engorged cockhead wormed its way 
into the tight, ovally stretching mouth of her cunt. 

"Aaaaggghhhhh!" Janice groaned in agony as the intense pain seared through 
her skewered body. She cried out for mercy, but the insistent force moved 
deeper inside her burning passage. 

She was still holding the instrument of her own torture in her hand, and 
when she realized this, she tried to push it away and twist her aching body 
out from under, but she was hopelessly pinned down by Jack's strong young 
body. Then she saw that only the tip of the long thick shaft had penetrated 
her pain-racked vagina, and she trembled in renewed fear at the thought of 
how painful the rest of his entry would surely be. She was about to beg Jack 
to stop when he ground his hips down between her open legs again. 

"Auuwwwhhhhh! Nooooooo!" 

The blood-heavy cock-shaft drove deeper into her tight young cuntal passage, 
expanding her vagina to its full lust-thickened size. With self-assured 
slowness, he pressed his long cock deeper into her aching virginal flesh and 
felt her cringe each time he gained an inch. The pain was less than it had 
been on his first entry, but Janice was so tense from the first flash of 
pain in her cunt that she didn't realize the worst was already over. 
Convinced that she couldn't withstand the huge penis plowing into her 
untried body, she fought its continuing entry with all her fast-ebbing 
strength. Her struggle was hopeless, and at last she gave herself up to the 
unavoidable pain in final defeat, just as Jack's lust-bloated cockhead bored 
through the fragile tissue of her hymen and slammed into the soft cushiony 
surface of her cervix. 

"Oooooouuuuu!" she gurgled, as much in surprise as in pain, at the sudden 
filling of her no-longer-virginal cunt. Jack's murderous loins had crashed 
into her pelvis with unrestrained force, and his wiry pubic hair was now 
mashed maddeningly against the wide-stretched lips of her wet pussy. His 
deep-sunk penis began to jerk uncontrollably in the fist-tight warmth 
surrounding it, and she thought her cunt would go flying apart at the seams 
if he made one false move. 

Feeling like the prey just gored by his spear, Janice groaned with the 
misery of the huge pulsating member thrust far up into her defenseless body. 
She had closed her eyes at the first pain, and now she was afraid to open 
them for fear of seeing the huge sword lunge farther into her belly. She 
held her breath, but the only movement was the slow jerking of his flesh 
patiently waiting for her to adjust to its size. 

Little by little the eighteen year old brunette realized that the sensitive 
parts of her body were still sending messages of pleasure to her brain. The 
hair on Jack's chest was brushing tantalizingly against her tautly stiffened 
nipples, and his warm breath was tingling in her ear and down her neck. His 
pubic hair was scraping back and forth against her passion-inflamed 
clitoris, and her own hands were still locked on the cheeks of his buttocks 
as if to keep him from leaving her cock-hungry womb. She opened her eyes to 
look down between their lewdly joined bodies, and at the sight of his hairy 
loins pressed hard against her widespread thighs, she felt a sudden rush of 
excitement at the thought of her first seduction. Aware again of the 
pleasure she expected to have from the experience, she forgot once and for 
all about the pain that had marred the beginning of such a fine experiment. 

"Aaaahhhhh!" Janice breathed softly when Jack flexed his lengthy rod inside 
her stretched vagina, but her cry was not from pain. The flames of her 
rekindled desire were licking hotly along her ragged nerve ends again, and 
in the pleasure of the moment she remembered why she had so willingly 
yielded to her date's amorous advances. 

Using her feet and shoulders as pivotal points, Janice thrust her loins 
upward to feel the wiry friction of his pubic hair against her cock-pierced 
wet pussy flesh. As she wiggled her buttocks with growing pleasure, Jack 
began to withdraw his long hard rod from the depths of her deflowered 
vagina, and she raised up with him, trying to keep from losing him 
altogether. He backed off until only the thick rubbery head of his 
dark-veined penis remained inside her tight vaginal opening, and he hovered 
there above her, watching Janice trying to shimmy her cunt back up over his 
long sinewy cock. Then he slowly and deliberately sank his swollen hardness 
back into her warm waiting cunt. The walls of her vagina parted before his 
blunt-tipped cock as it slid down the recently ravaged passage, and then her 
cunt closed tightly around the thick shaft, the nerves lining the moist 
walls transmitting every part of its rudely throbbing form to her brain. She 
clung breathless to every moment of the long downstroke, and when he finally 
reached his maximum depth, she could feel the sac of his cum-inflated 
testicles slap lightly against the open crack of her uptilted buttocks. Oh 
God, it felt good! And she spread her legs out as wide as she could to make 
his next plunge go even deeper. 

Again Jack raised up to withdraw his excited cock from the smooth liquid 
warmth of her loins. Then pushing forward faster, he slammed into her 
clasping pussy with greater force, and his jouncing balls smacked sensuously 
against her small puckered anus. 

"Aahhhhhaahhhaahhhh!" Janice chanted from the crazy sensations which danced 
up her spine. His balls hanging so hotly against her anus and tickling her 
back there were making her shudder all over with repressed sexuality. Gone 
was the pain she'd felt at first, gone the questions of right and wrong. All 
she could think of was being pounded again and again by the lust-crazed rod 
of flesh in her hungry cunt! 

"Yes! Oh Jack, yes! Fuck me, fuck me hard!" she encouraged him as he began 
to saw in and out in a steady rhythm, stroking the sizzling passage of her 
vagina into a white-hot frenzy. The pistoning motion of his cock sent 
ripples of pleasure rolling through her helpless body with even greater 
intensity, and she arched herself up to him to follow the rhythm of his 
loins. As he drove forward on the downstroke, her hips met his, and as he 
pulled away, she fell back against the sofa-bed. All Janice wanted or needed 
was centered in that counterpoint rocking, and her thoughts were only on the 
pleasure that cock was giving her, and not once on the man who was driving 
that cock. 

Tonight was her first sexual experience, an episode she hadn't planned on, 
but the beginning of an awareness of her body that would have to be 
satisfied again and again. 

The fire deep in her womb grew hotter and hotter, as Jack's already massive 
penis seemed to burgeon with every thrust he made between her willingly 
wide-held thighs. His long moistened cock-shaft slid in and out with greater 
ease, while the walls of her insanely grasping cunt were wrapping and 
squeezing over every inch of the blood-hardened length as he carried her 
along to heights of pleasure she had never imagined. The tempo increased 
with each desperate lunge, a passionate urgency creeping into every move and 
moan they made. 

Janice felt as though her whole mind and body were concentrated in the 
sensitive walls of her cunt, and the pleasure of the pistoning cock within 
was the center of her universe. The frantic rolling motion of their bodies 
fucking nakedly on the couch made the whole world around her become a part 
of her pleasure, and she felt as though she were being completely consumed 
by the thick hard rod of flesh pounding crazily into her belly. She wanted 
to milk this instrument of pleasure for every sensual experience it could 
offer, and she drew her legs up as high as she could, flexing her cuntal 
muscles around the joy-giving thickness skewering back and forth inside. 

Then she sensed a new thrill beating at her brain for recognition, and 
slowly her mind fought through a haze of sensual arousal to identify the 
source. Jack was pressing one of his fingers in between the open cheeks of 
her gyrating buttocks, brazenly seeking her anus. She let out a sigh of 
delight when he located the sensitive little nether circle, then yelped as 
his finger popped inside the narrow passage. But the new pain in her anus 
was quickly lost in the enjoyment of their fucking, and Janice felt thrilled 
anew at being totally open to this additional lewd probing of her body. With 
a cry of sheer joy, she bucked up wildly against the two lustfully skewering 
instruments, wanting to be smothered and shattered by the force of feeling 
now surging through her helpless flesh. 

The blood-engorged head of the huge penis screwing deep inside her womb 
seemed to swell up larger and begin vibrating uncontrollably in the depths 
of her belly. Any minute now, she knew it was going to start spewing out its 
hot liquid cum, and the sympathetic tightness in her own loins told her that 
she was ready too! It felt like her insides were going to explode, as the 
massive penis sank deep into her steaming young vagina and stopped, filling 
her passage to the hilt. And when the first hot stabs of churning semen 
rushed up the length of the thickly buried column and crashed wildly against 
her cervix, Janice was catapulted into an ecstasy she could hardly believe! 

"Oooohhhhh Goddddd! Don't stop! I'm cummmiiinnngggg!" she wailed, as the 
mighty cock began to flood her convulsing vagina with its sticky hot cum. 
Her hips arched up to take the spending rod as deep as it would go into her 
cunt, while every drop of the hot sperm shooting from the jerking tip pushed 
her teenage body to still greater heights of sensual delight. Her womb 
seemed to shower out her own climax around the pulsating cock-shaft, the 
entire length of the passage contracting again and again with 
sensation-building bursts of heat. 

"Oooohhh, fuck hard!" she pleaded. "Yes! Aaaahhh! Fuck hard!!!" Her moans 
grew in intensity and pitch as her body soared to a wild pinnacle of 
pleasure. Her fingernails raked the flesh of his back as she pulled 
frantically to have his body pressed hard on her every nerve. Her full 
heaving breasts were smashed against his strong young chest, and she arched 
her pelvis up to receive all the gushing fluid from his ejaculating penis. 
Her own warm viscous cum spilled out of her contracting cunt around the 
thick hairy base of his jerking cock, and ran slowly down the crevice of her 
upturned buttocks. On and on it went, until finally her love-filled body 
seemed drained of all energy. 

She lay beneath his panting form, gasping for breath while the eruptions in 
her belly slowly died down, and thinking that this evening's date had indeed 
turned out to be interesting and educational! 

 Chapter Two 

The farther north in Philadelphia Janice drove, the thinner the traffic got. 
The heat had already begun to dissipate, and the trees and grass along 
Wissahickon Creek looked cool and inviting. Her depression was gone, no 
longer inspired by the oppressiveness of center city, and now she could 
drive faster as an accent to her new emotions. It had taken her thirty-five 
minutes for what should have been a twelve-minute drive this far, and in all 
that time the mild burning sensation in the pit of her belly had been 
getting worse. She scolded herself for thinking back to her first sexual 
experience and getting herself excited. 

Squirming around on the car seat until she was in a position to have her 
tingling vagina pressing against the cushion, she laughed at her own 
weakness. As she often did, she began wondering what had happened to Jack 
Harrington since that very eventful night in their lives ... at any rate, in 
her life. After he had rid her of the burden of her virginity and given her 
such a stunning introduction to the joys of the flesh, Janice had had 
nothing to do with him. Hurt and angry, he had dropped out of the political 
science class where they'd met, and Jan saw him only once more, briefly, 
that semester, and then only from a distance. She was sure he had seen her 
and was avoiding her, and she couldn't really blame him. But by the same 
token, she was glad she didn't have to talk to him, because it would have 
meant acting phony and casual about their previous encounter. The minute 
Jack had left her small apartment that evening, she had made up her mind not 
to see him again. Afraid of his becoming possessive or demanding because of 
what they'd shared, she figured the best time to cut it off was before 
anything else happened. 

But much as she didn't want any emotional involvement, the eighteen year old 
coed couldn't cut herself off from her newly discovered sexual pleasures, 
and so she became more open with the other men she met at school. At first 
it would be several dates before they got around to making love, and then 
she would stop seeing that particular guy. Never did she allow a man to fuck 
her more than once, and maybe because of that and because it was getting to 
be too long between fucks, she started to let herself go on the first or 
second date. By the end of the semester, she'd run through quite a number of 
young men, and word was getting around about how easy she was to lay. Then, 
just after final exams, she was asked out by a boy who seemed very shy and 
unsure of himself. He told her a friend of his said all she wanted to do was 
fuck, but that he really wanted to take her out. At first Janice was 
furious, but then she realized that the boy was inexperienced and probably 
afraid of going to bed with her. She ended up seducing him, and that was the 
last time she ever went out with anyone from the university. 

She took a small place in the rolling hills of Bucks County for the summer 
to sort out her thoughts and think about where her life was going. It was 
during that time that she met Jerry Harper, and three months later they were 
married. 

Jerry was eight years older than Janice and had just been promoted to 
district sales manager for a company that sold business machines. He had an 
infectious smile that seemed to go naturally with his tall dark bearing, and 
he struck Janice as an optimist from the moment she saw him. He never seemed 
to be concerned about anything, and the late hours he put into his job 
didn't bother him in the least. It was that natural cheerfulness that 
attracted Janice to him, and yet he never really asked her for a date. She 
just sort of tagged along when he went out to dinner, and sometimes while he 
was away on business trips there would be something he needed done and she'd 
do it, and so at the end of three months it seemed natural that they should 
get married. 

Of course the subject of finances came up. Jerry had been living it up as a 
bachelor, and so had almost no savings. His new salary was pretty good, but 
still the money wouldn't start rolling in until he had developed the job to 
the degree he knew was possible. Janice didn't know why, but at that moment 
she told Jerry how wealthy she was. He laughed for ten minutes at her 
apparent joke, and was still laughing when she got out her latest bank 
statement in a fit of pique and showed him the balance. That sobered him up, 
but he still had a million questions about why she lived the way she did 
when she was so rich. That was the only time Janice could remember ever 
being mad at him. And that was the first time she and Jerry made love. 

After they were married, Jerry made her agree that they wouldn't touch the 
principal in the trust, but she insisted that they enjoy the money and live 
on the full interest rather than putting it back into the fund as she had 
been doing all the time. Their first large purchase was the house on 
Chestnut Hill, and that was where they spent their honeymoon, since Jerry 
couldn't take time off from his new job. But they pretended they were on a 
honeymoon during the time they spent moving into the house. They shopped for 
furniture on the weekends, and on their first night in the house they had to 
sleep on the floor because the bed hadn't arrived yet. 

Guiding the car along the backroads of Chestnut Hill now, Janice wondered if 
Jerry would be late getting home that evening. It was Friday, and usually on 
Fridays he was tied up in sales meetings till well after eight. She had 
understood her husband's pride in staying with his job instead of loafing on 
her money, but on sweltering days like this she was a little sorry he didn't 
quit working altogether. They certainly didn't need his salary, but she knew 
it was important to him to feel like the family provider. She let Jerry 
handle all the accounts as she wanted to make him feel happy, and anyway she 
wouldn't have known how to take care of it even if she'd wanted to. Finances 
were simply beyond her way of thinking. She had long ago learned to be 
patient with her husband's job, but she hoped that tonight he wouldn't be 
too late when all this thinking about her first sexual experience had made 
her red hot for his cock! 

Janice turned the big Pontiac into the tree-lined street where they lived, 
then turned hard right again to drive up to the garage. Their house was at 
the edge of a cul-de-sac on slightly more than an acre of land, and since 
they had moved in some eight years ago, several new ranch-style homes had 
been built on up the street from their property. At first they thought the 
new construction would spoil their view of the old estates nearby, but the 
homes were expensive and tasteful and completely in keeping with the tone of 
Chestnut Hill and there was no problem. Their own home was not large 
compared to many of the other old homes, but it was elegant in style and big 
enough for the two of them. The master bedroom had attracted Janice to the 
house in the beginning, for it was large enough to be a living room, with 
his and hers dressing rooms and baths adjoining it. Jerry had always joked 
that one of the estate owners had built the place to house his mistress, and 
she didn't doubt it. The place even made her feel and act like someone's 
mistress, and she'd grown to love it. 

Janice pushed the dashboard button, and the large double garage door opened 
for her to drive inside. She had almost succeeded in forgetting the burning 
knot in her loins, when she slid across the car seat to get out and the 
friction made her clitoris swell instantly to tingling erection. 

"Oh hell!" she swore out loud. She wanted her man to take care of her; she 
didn't want to have to do it with her fingers tonight. Hitting the button to 
close the garage door as she went into the kitchen, the dark-haired wife 
wondered what she had in the refrigerator to fix for dinner. Usually she and 
Jerry went out to dinner on Fridays, but she was thinking they'd be in bed 
faster if she would rustle up something here. There were a couple of steaks 
in the freezer, and she pulled them out to thaw, hoping that Jerry would be 
willing to change his routine this once. 

Knowing she was hoping against hope, because Jerry was always tired on 
Fridays, Janice tried to find something to keep herself occupied for the 
three hours or so before Jerry would come home. She looked for something on 
television, but there were no programs that would keep her from thinking 
about the gnawing sensation in her loins. She looked about half-heartedly 
for a magazine, and then shrugged her shoulders and headed for the bedroom. 

Janice realized that she was having to satisfy herself more and more often 
lately, and she blamed it on the fact that her husband was traveling more 
frequently now on the job. She resented his dedication to the company, 
though she would never let on to Jerry, and she hated the company for taking 
him away so much. As far as she was concerned, the company showed no respect 
for its employees' private lives when it required a man to be away from his 
home sometimes even on weekends. That was going too far, but what could 
Janice do about it? Nothing. The last thing she wanted was for Jerry to 
think she didn't appreciate his efforts on their behalf, and so she kept her 
mouth shut and forced herself not to complain. They had agreed that he would 
be the breadwinner in spite of her fortune, so since he was required to 
spend more time on the road, she was resorting to more self-indulgence in 
the relief of her sexual frustrations. Since her marriage to Jerry, Janice 
hadn't looked at another man, in spite of her track record at Penn. That had 
all been purely physical, while this was a relationship that was so much 
more than that, and she wouldn't think of harming it by meaningless 
encounters with other men. Similarly, she was sure that Jerry never played 
around when he was out of town on business. What they had together was just 
too important to risk losing. 

Janice smiled and checked her watch as she walked into the sun-splashed 
bedroom. It was July, and having sun until nine at night always confused her 
about the time on these long summer evenings. Sunlight made her happy, and 
she threw open the door to her bathroom and let the rays from the large 
frosted window behind the sunken tub stream into the dressing room. Then she 
slipped off her dress, and took her time hanging it up in the large walk-in 
closet opposite the dressing table and mirror. 

As she turned around, she caught sight of her reflection in the large vanity 
mirror and froze with one arm twisted behind her back to unhook her 
brassiere. Smiling seductively at herself, she slowly began to strip. As the 
lacy brassiere cups fell away from her full upstanding breasts, she could 
see that her nipples were already hardened in anticipation of what she was 
going to do. Janice was proud of her breasts, especially the way they seemed 
to point up slightly, and it pleased her to think that at the age of 
twenty-seven she still had the firm-bodied figure of an eighteen year old. 
She tweaked her perky pink nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, then 
slowly lowered her hands down to the tapering hollow of her waist. She 
worked her fingers around the elastic top of her panties, and as she pushed 
the silky material lower over her curvaceous hips, she shuddered with 
pleasure at the sight of her glossy black pubic hair coming into view. Her 
clitoris was throbbing with excitement in its curl-rimmed haven, but she 
deliberately teased herself by taking an endless amount of time removing her 
panties. Turning halfway around, she looked back over her shoulder at the 
reflection of her tightly rounded buttocks and milk-white skin as she bent 
to retrieve the panties from around her ankles. 

This sensuous striptease was making the young wife more and more aroused, 
and as she straightened up from the floor, she let the cool nylon panties 
brush tantalizingly along her calves and inner thighs, sending shivers of 
pleasure up the length of her spine. As they neared the curving mound of her 
pussy, she spread out her legs and leaned back slightly to let the material 
tickle across her pulsating cuntal slit. Her belly was on fire, but she 
continued teasing her vagina for another minute without making direct 
contact, keeping the flimsy panty material between her caressing fingers and 
her tingling cunt The eager dampness between the lips of her pussy told her 
just how excited her thoughts of Jack Harrington had made her body, and she 
decided to hurry on through her ritual before die exploded right then and 
there. Dropping the panties into a drawer, she headed straight for the 
bathroom and the sunken tub. 

Of all the things Janice had done to the house once they'd bought it, the 
addition she was most happy about was the telephone-type shower nozzle she'd 
had installed. The head looked like a telephone receiver and was attached to 
the wall by a long flexible tube. At first she had thought of the new 
fixture as merely a convenient way of rinsing off soapy water after baths, 
but she had soon found that the needle-like spray also had a stimulating 
effect on the most sensitive parts of her body. 

Janice stepped down into the sunken tub and turned on the faucets for the 
shower. She adjusted the spray for as hot as she could stand it, and then, 
in spite of her urgency, started going through her usual teasing motions 
with the water. Holding the shower head close to her body, she ran the spray 
slowly up the insides of her long shapely legs until the water was splashing 
hotly against her inner thighs just below her vagina. The needle-fine spray 
made her pussy lips suck inward with excitement as the water tingled over 
her sensitive skin. 

Usually the dark-haired beauty ran the spray across her breasts and down her 
belly, but her excitement today was just too overwhelming to chance it. 
Instead, she spread her legs out wide enough for the shower head to fit 
between her knees, and she slowly turned the nozzle up until the steaming 
spray was knifing straight into her throbbing vagina. 

"Aaaahhhhhhh!" she moaned out loud as she felt the familiar sensation of the 
fine spray striking her desire-swollen clitoris. She moved the shower head 
closer to her pussy to make the pelting spray hit the hardened little bud 
with greater force, and the feeling nearly made her lose her balance. 
Spreading her feet wider apart in the tub as her breath grew more ragged, 
she reached down with her free hand to open her buttocks to the stinging wet 
spray. Moving the nozzle back and forth between her thighs, she delighted in 
the lewd sensation of the warm water brushing across her clitoris to her 
anus and back again. It was like a hundred hungry tongues licking and 
stroking every inch of her lust-filled loins, and she held the shower head 
close to feel the most complete pleasure she could obtain from it. 

Goddamn! She needed a penis to fuck her good! Her moans became louder in the 
marble-tiled bathroom, as the pleasure-giving spray made the flame in her 
womb burn brighter still. Her belly was rippling with tiny spasms of 
delight, and her legs began to shake from the growing excitement in her 
loins. Knowing she couldn't stay another minute in the shower, Janice 
replaced the spray head on its hook and quickly turned off the faucets. 

She grabbed a terrycloth towel and started vigorously rubbing her legs and 
thighs, then dried her water-soaked pussy with deliberate care. When the 
rest of her body was dry, she rubbed the soft towel against her pulsing 
clitoris until she could feel the moisture from deep inside her vagina 
trickle down to cling to the lips around the opening of her cunt. Now was 
the time! And she dropped the towel and walked quickly into her dressing 
room again. 

Going to her dressing table, she bent down and opened the lowest drawer. In 
the back, beneath a pile of nylon stockings, was a cloth case, and she took 
it out. She unzipped the case and extracted a cream-colored, battery-powered 
massage stick. 

Janice had found this so-called beauty massager at the same store where she 
located the special shower head. The stick was shaped exactly like an erect 
penis, except the end was more tapered. It was supposedly designed for spot 
massaging, but Janice had thought of a much better use the minute she saw 
it. It was made of smooth plastic, and inside the thick round base were the 
batteries that powered the vibrating motor in the tip. With lewd ideas 
running through her mind, she had almost been too embarrassed to buy the 
device, but she'd forced herself to go ahead. It had been one of the best 
purchases she'd ever made, and in a year of use she'd worn out five sets of 
batteries. 

Setting the massager down on the bedside table, Janice ran around the large 
bedroom closing the heavy drapes. She wasn't afraid of anyone seeing her, as 
the property was well shielded from the neighbors, but when she was doing 
what she was getting ready to do, she liked the room dark. The ceiling was 
covered completely with a gold-flecked mirror, and she always loved watching 
the reflections when she and Jerry were fucking. But when she was the only 
one on the bed, though she got excited watching herself, she liked it 
shadowy in the room. Being able to recognize her own face in the mirror just 
reminded her of the foolish things she was doing, and made her blush. 

With the room almost dark, Janice returned to the bed, her breath heavy with 
excitement. Her heart was pounding with forbidden arousal as she turned down 
the satin sheets and reached for the phallic-shaped massager. The instrument 
was cool - even the battery vibrations didn't warm it up - but she liked it 
that way, because it felt so good when she first put it in. 

Tentatively, she flicked the smooth plastic stick across her stiff-nippled 
breasts, feeling the tiny buds throb with impatience at her touch. Then 
drawing her legs up as she spread them out wide, Janice held the massager by 
the base and slowly ran the tapered tip down her flat white belly toward her 
dark-curling pubic mound. As the head reached the top of her moistened pussy 
slit, she wiggled it to work it in between the lips, and her breath caught 
in her throat as she felt the cool plastic make contact with her hotly 
quivering clitoris. She'd already known she was aroused, but at that moment 
she realized exactly how excited she really was. Her belly jerked from the 
exhilarating jolt of pleasure that crashed through her naked flesh, and her 
clitoris throbbed so she thought she would scream. She turned on the stick's 
handle then, bringing the vibrating motor to life, and the sudden sheer 
ecstasy made her cry out with joy. 

"Aaiieeee, darling! Oh fuck! Put your big prick in my cunt now!" she groaned 
for her imaginary seducer. And in answer to her own plea, she pushed the 
vibrating column up and down between the greedily grasping lips of her cunt 
without yet letting it get inside her. Her vagina was begging for it, but 
first she moved the massager on down over her puckered little anus. The 
heavy vibrations sent such incredible ripples of pleasure surging up her 
spine that for a minute she wondered what it would feel like to have the 
thick instrument shoved into her ass. The idea was at once both exciting and 
frighteningly unnatural, and so was quickly forgotten. 

Slowly, languishing in the building sensations of lust as she delayed her 
self-satisfaction, she worked the plastic instrument back and forth to part 
the lips of her tormented cunt with the tapered tip. The vibrations alone 
were making her belly burn with unfulfilled passion, and she smiled in 
agonized delight as she rested the phallus just at the tight opening of her 
liquid cuntal passage. 

"Fuck me now! Fuck me now!" she chanted softly, unable to wait another 
minute. Then slowly she pushed the thick vibrator up between her parted 
legs, whimpering happily as she felt the hard cool length sink deep into her 
fire-seared vagina. Every nerve in her tensed-up body felt the tiny 
vibrations of the pseudo phallus as it slid smoothly into the depths of her 
lust-wet cunt. Her womb was boiling and churning, ready at any moment to 
burst out in a long-awaited climax, but the panting brunette adroitly worked 
the plastic shaft into her vagina to prolong her desperate enjoyment to the 
fullest extent. Slowly she let it sink deeper and deeper. 

"Oooooooouuuuuuuuu!" She pulled her legs up higher as the sensations of the 
deeply buried instrument reached through her whole body like a stinging 
sizzle. When it was at the maximum depth she dared to push it, she grasped 
the protruding base tightly in her fingers and began slowly fucking the 
massager in and out of her receptive cunt. 

"Mnnn! Mnnn! Mnnn!" she groaned in time with her lewd thrusts. Withdrawing 
the long white rod until just an inch or so remained clasped inside her 
greedy vagina, she shoved it back in to the palm of her hand and shuddered 
as the vibrations of the motorized tip sent her speeding toward climax. 
Hurriedly she reached her free hand back between the uptilted cheeks of her 
buttocks and felt with her middle finger for her tightly interfolded anus. 
She was so excited she wanted to feel her finger pistoning in and out of her 
sensitive nether passage the same way as the lust-inciting plastic shaft in 
her cunt. The passion-heated secretions of her steaming vagina were running 
down the crevice of her ass-cheeks, and she dampened her middle finger in 
them to ease the entry into her rectum. She winced when her finger popped 
painfully inside the tight passage, but the pain quickly dissipated in a 
flurry of renewed excitement, and she plunged her finger in until the palm 
of her hand was pressing firmly up against her buttocks. Through the thin 
wall of flesh that separated her two passages, she was able to feel the 
vibrator humming in her cunt, and she synchronized the rhythm of her anal 
finger-fucking with that of the fake phallus. Furiously she worked her 
finger and the massager in and out of her quivering loins as the sensations 
in her womb reached fantastic heights. Her own voice in her ears was begging 
for the plastic instrument to cum, even though she knew in her mind that it 
couldn't. But it made her own pleasure that much greater to pretend she was 
being fucked by a live and virile man. 

Moving ever nearer to her orgasm, Janice opened her eyes and saw the outline 
of her body in the dim reflection of the mirror on the ceiling above her. In 
the semidarkness she couldn't make out the face, so she stared at the lewd 
image as though she were watching the actions of a total stranger. The 
obscene picture was exhilarating, and it sent her into the final climb to 
the height she so badly desired. 

"Oh yes! Ohhh yeesssss!" she moaned to the mirror suspended over her. "Fuck 
me, lover! I'mmm cuummmiiinnnggg!" 

Her vibrator-filled belly erupted in a shattering waterfall of ripples as 
the walls of her lust-tensed cunt clasped desperately around the synthetic 
thickness sunk deep within. Moaning and whimpering out her orgasmic delight, 
she kept her finger buried deep in her rectum as the hot sticky liquid of 
her loins spilled out around the plastic cock, soaking her soft pubic hair 
before trickling wetly down the crevice of her ass. She could feel the warm 
liquid running down past her obscenely embedded finger, and she pulled it 
from her anus as the vibrator continued to send her womb into violent 
eruptions of pleasure. She held the electric massager deep inside her 
spasming vagina until the last of her climax had stopped, though her belly 
jerked for several minutes more in the aftermath of her ecstasy. 

"Ooohhhhh Godddd!" she groaned, her mind considering still another bout with 
the massager, but then she realized it must be near the time that her 
husband would be coming home. Reluctantly, she pulled the phallic massager 
from her lust-soaked vagina and turned off the switch, giving the tapered 
head a lewd little swipe with her tongue to sample the tart wetness of her 
cuntal secretions. 

Every time she did something like this, no matter how much enjoyment she got 
from her climax, the black-haired wife felt like it hadn't really been 
enough. The vibrator gave her some relief, but when it came right down to 
it, it was never truly satisfying. Janice had tried to convince herself that 
it was a better-than-average substitute for taking up the slack when Jerry 
was away, but deep down she knew she was only kidding herself. No matter how 
hard she tried to imagine otherwise, it was still just plastic and a pretty 
poor replacement for a real flesh and blood cock. 

Janice lay naked on the satin sheets for a few more minutes, wondering what 
Jerry would say if he came home and found her there. Would he jump right 
into bed with her, or just laugh at the sight of her with a plastic phallus 
in her hand? 

Not wanting to chance the latter, since she had plans for her hubby later in 
the evening, Janice got up off the bed and hurried to her dressing room. If 
she had dinner already prepared when Jerry got home, then he couldn't very 
well insist on going out tonight, and she could get him into bed that much 
sooner. Her lewd little self-fuck had done something for her all right, and 
now more than ever she wanted to be fucked by a man! 

 Chapter Three 

By nine o'clock, Janice was putting the finishing touches on the Caesar's 
salad she planned to serve with the steaks. She had carefully trimmed the 
meat and put it in a marinade of red wine in preparation for the barbecue, 
and there were already two large potatoes baking away in the oven. The aroma 
of a good dinner filled the spacious kitchen, and Janice had to admit that 
she was hungry that way as well as in another more basic sense, and she 
couldn't wait for her husband to get home from work. 

She was racking her brain for some explanation she could give Jerry for the 
gourmet dinner she had prepared. Sure, she liked to cook and often made 
fancy dinners, but he would wonder why she had gone to so much trouble 
tonight when they normally went out for dinner on Fridays. With a burst of 
sudden revelation, she remembered that it had been just about this same time 
of year that she and Jerry had first met, and she decided to tell him the 
meal was in honor of that. 

Slipping the salad bowl into the refrigerator, Janice glanced at the wall 
clock and began to worry about Jerry. When he was later than usual like 
this, she always imagined he'd been in an accident on the expressway, and 
Fridays were the worst days for accidents during rush hours. She ran her 
hands over the smooth silk material of her orange print lounging pajamas and 
walked through the dining room into the large living room. As she stood at 
the picture window searching the street for Jerry's nonexistent car, she 
noticed that the people halfway down the block were having a party in their 
backyard. She stared at the gathering of happy people around the pool, 
trying to remember whether the family there was named Tanner or Dobbins, and 
then she noticed the headlights of a small car turning up the street. It was 
approaching fast, and she was sure it was Jerry. Quickly she headed back 
through the kitchen to greet her husband when he got to the garage. 

On her way toward the patio door, Janice grabbed the steaks and took them 
with her to place them on the barbecue. Then she waved to Jerry as he drove 
into the garage. 

"Hi, lover," she called as he got out of the car. As usual, he was smiling 
broadly, even though he looked worn out from the expressway drive. 

"Hello, sweetheart," he said, grabbing her around the waist and kissing her 
full on the lips. "What do I smell on the barbecue?" 

"Uh, I thought you'd be tired tonight so I fixed up a simple little dinner 
we could have at home," Janice replied, then rushing on as she remembered 
her rehearsed speech, "Besides, it's sort of the anniversary of when we met, 
and I thought we could celebrate." 

"Perfect! You must have been reading my mind, honey. I really would rather 
have dinner at home tonight," he said in his usual cheerful manner. Jerry 
Harper was a full head taller than his wife, and his shoulders were wide 
enough to make him seem even taller than he actually was. He looked younger 
than his thirty-five years, primarily because of his constant grin and the 
wavy blond hair that kept falling down over his forehead. 

"Since it's an anniversary, we ought to have an anniversary drink before 
dinner. What do you say?" He was reaching for the vodka in the cabinet over 
the sink already able to taste the vodka-martinis he'd have whipped up in a 
second. 

"Okay, me too!" Janice answered, as Jerry opened the refrigerator door for 
the ice. Though Jerry was being his normal casual self, he seemed to have 
something on his mind, and she decided to ask him directly instead of 
worrying about it all evening. "You seem concerned tonight, darling. Is 
something wrong?" 

Jerry turned and smiled at his wife as he set down two glasses. Then he 
shrugged and said, "I was going to wait till after dinner, but you know me 
so well I can't keep a secret. I have to leave in the morning for Chicago, 
but let's not let that spoil our evening." He had a sheepish grin on his 
face, and he kissed Janice before handing the drink he had prepared. 

Janice's disappointment was written on her face, but she smiled back at 
Jerry in a weak attempt to mask it. She had expected another trip, since 
that was the only reason her husband ever seemed reluctant to talk to her. 
She lifted her glass to him, and they clicked before drinking. 

"How long will you be away this time, dear?" she asked, after sipping her 
martini. She felt like she really needed the drink now. 

"Well, it all depends on how fast I can get things done," Jerry answered. 
"Maybe a week, but I'll try to speed it up." 

"I'll miss you," Janice said, and put down her drink to get the salad out of 
the fridge and check the potatoes. 

Jerry was in a good mood again, and most of their dinner was spent with him 
talking buoyantly about his ideas for their next trip together when his 
vacation came up. Janice tried her best to seem interested, but the thought 
of his leaving for a week in the morning was distracting her mind. For a 
minute, she had a wild urge to ask him not to go to Chicago, but to drive 
into Philadelphia and tell the company he was quitting, but of course she 
let it pass. She wouldn't think of asking Jerry to do anything of the kind 
so she tried to concentrate on the idea that he wouldn't have to do so much 
traveling once he got the sales force in shape and maybe was promoted to 
regional sales manager. Would there ever really be a day when Jerry stopped 
traveling and spent all his time near home? 

When Janice brought in the ice cream dessert, Jerry went through a long 
string of adjectives to describe the excellent meal she had prepared, and 
she couldn't help but smile at the man who always complimented her. She was 
lucky to be married to such a patient and thoughtful man, and she loved him 
for all the kind things he had ever said. 

"You're sweet, Jerry. Just remember how good my cooking is when you're in 
Chicago and come hurrying back home!" she said and then laughed at her own 
immodesty. 

Jerry got up and came around behind her chair and kissed her long and warmly 
on the lips. Then he gazed directly into her pale blue eyes and said, "Leave 
the dishes till tomorrow, honey. Let's go to bed right now!" 

Janice felt a spark of fire in her belly, but she hesitated for a moment. 
"What about your packing, though?" 

"Forget it. I'll do it in the morning. Come on!" And he pulled her up out of 
her chair with her jiggling as if she'd just given in to a lewd suggestion. 
With a pat on her ripely jiggling buttocks, he chased her all the way into 
the master bedroom. 

In one simple whoosh of a zipper, Janice was completely naked, and she threw 
her colorful lounging pajamas onto a chair near the wide double bed, having 
worn nothing at all beneath them. Jerry had his tie off and was struggling 
with shirt buttons as he watched her lie back seductively on the satin 
bedsheets. She deliberately stretched out her long shapely legs and let her 
hands wander at will over her smooth supple skin from buttocks to high-set 
young breasts. The gnawing sensation in her loins had quickly flared up 
again at her husband's suggestion of going to bed, and she was ready for him 
right then and there. The telltale wetness had formed down between the 
black-fringed lips of her yearning vagina, but at the same time, she 
couldn't forget that Jerry was leaving in the morning, and that served to 
take the edge off her desire. How on earth was he going to fuck her well 
enough to last a full week? 

Jerry grinned at the seductive writhings of his dark-haired wife on the bed. 
God, she was a beautiful woman! And he sucked on his breath with sudden 
excitement at the abandoned pose she was taking. 

"You look ready for anything, doll," he said, bending over her lush full 
figure. He kissed her hard on the lips, his tongue driving boldly in between 
her teeth. Janice responded by sucking his tongue deep into her mouth as she 
pulled his still-clothed body down onto the bed beside her. At once, Jerry's 
big hand ran up along her smooth inner thighs until it reached the curly 
softness of her pussy hair. Parting the sparse wisps, he skillfully worked 
his thumb and forefinger in between the moistening lips of her cunt to tweak 
the hardened little nubbin of her clitoris. 

"Oooooh, lover!" Janice gasped, twisting her mouth away from his kiss. The 
electrifying sensation of his fingers on her pulsating clitoris made her 
want to be fucked immediately. She reached down to her husband's loins to 
feel for the hardness of his erect penis through the fabric of his pants, 
and he groaned in readiness when her fingers closed over the heated bulge. 

Jerry didn't waste any more time, didn't even get up from the bed. In 
seconds, his clothes were discarded on the floor in a tangled heap, and he 
rolled to a kneeling position above her nakedly reclining form, his thick 
blood-filled penis jutting out massively from the light blond hair of his 
loins. 

"That was quick, honey," Janice mewled, reaching out one hand to push the 
shock of hair out of his eyes while her other hand grasped the rigid shaft 
of his cock. The blunt rubbery tip was wet with his excited secretions at 
the dilated slit, and the pulsing hot shaft grew even harder as her fingers 
tightened around its virile girth. She pulled him down on the sheets beside 
her, undulating her body eagerly beneath him as he stretched out over her. 

Jerry kissed her again, his lips wet with barbaric lustfulness, and she 
raised her thigh to press urgently into his exposed loins. The vein-crossed 
shaft pulsed madly against her soft smooth skin while the bulbous tip seeped 
its aroused moisture onto her naked flesh. 

"Oooohhh darling, I need you so badly!" Janice cooed huskily into his ear. I 
want you inside me. 

In answer. Jerry pressed his lips roughly against hers, driving his tongue 
wildly into the warm liquid depths of her mouth. She sucked and nipped at it 
with her sharp little teeth and felt his long hard cock throbbing in the 
tender nest of her pubic curls. The flame in her passion-seared belly burned 
hotter, yet she still couldn't rid herself of the unwanted thought of 
Jerry's departure in the morning. The fact that he would be gone for such a 
long long week made the luster of the moment seem dull and meaningless. How 
could she get along for that whole week him in Chicago? What would she do to 
dampen her sexual desires? 

Sensing her hesitation, Jerry lifted his head and looked down into the clear 
blue pools of her eyes. "Is something the matter, honey? You don't seem 
relaxed ..." 

"N-no, no, darling," she replied, perhaps a little too fast. "I was just 
thinking how wonderful you are!" 

Jerry raised his hips slightly so that the hard length of his penis pressed 
tightly into the soft folds of her desire-wet pussy. "You do want to make 
love, don't you?" he said with a grin. 

"Why, whatever made you think so, Mr. Harper?" Janice asked coyly, shivering 
from the sensation of his heavy cock assaulting her nerve-filled clitoris. 

"Just a feeling," he said. "Tell me how you want it!" His expression hadn't 
changed, but there was a serious tone in his voice. 

This was a new tack already, Janice thought as a stimulating current of 
sensual electricity shot through her cock-hungry loins. He didn't usually 
ask her if she wanted a good screwing, although she rarely needed to ask for 
it, but this talking so obscenely about what they were doing was going to 
make it even better tonight! She raised her pelvis up against his rock-hard 
penis in silent encouragement, wondering if she dared say what she really 
felt, that she wanted to be fucked well enough to last her a long lonely 
week. But the urgency of the moment was too much to bear. 

"Oh Jerry, do it now! I want to feel you deep and hard inside me now!" she 
pleaded. 

Her husband's hands were cupped over her roundly lurching buttocks with his 
forefingers pressing into the shadowy crevice between the cheeks so that her 
belly was jolted each time she moved and he touched her sensitive little 
anus. She squealed as she wriggled her body in his grasp to work her hand 
down between their loins and encircle the rigid rod of flesh that was 
tantalizing her naked pussy. She strained against him, grinding and pushing 
to feel the entire length of his strong muscular body heavy on hers from 
head to toe, and then she spread her legs out wide. Keeping a firm hold of 
his huge, throbbing cock, she drew it closer, sliding it up and down between 
her open legs, swirling it around her tender cuntal flesh until its bulbous 
head seared like fire at her quivering vaginal entrance. As his penis jerked 
against the snug little mouth of her waiting cunt, she relaxed the thin 
hair-lined archway to her innermost pleasures, eager for him to enter. 
"There, darling ... do it now!" Jerry shoved forward, his hips thrusting 
heavily as he drove into her widespread pussy and felt the glove-like 
passage clasp around his aching length and absorb his violent surge. Her 
hips rolled up beneath him, and she leaned into his loins, trying to take as 
much of him as possible. 

"Oooouu!" she moaned as he plunged his massive blood-hardened penis to the 
fullest extent of her soft vaginal passage. The wetness of her aroused cunt 
helped to take him more easily, lubricating his path until his thick penis 
parted all of the warm tight passage. The blood-swollen head hit her cervix 
at the same moment his balls slapped noisily into the tight hot cheeks of 
her ass, and she cried out again. 

"Uuuuuhhh! Yesss! Oh God, Jerry, fuck me hard!" 

And he moved harder, flexing his angry cock deep in the cushion of her cunt. 
Savagely, he ground his lust-hard loins against her pelvis, feeling her warm 
pliant flesh suck at his excited cock and strain to meet his rhythmic 
plunges. Her body jerked inches off the bed as he angled his hips and drove 
into her, and her thighs opened and closed about his back as she labored 
furiously to climb his solid pole, lifting herself up on his forward attack. 
Their passion-suffused bodies rolled back and forth on the rumpled satin 
sheets as they found the motion that would take them to the heights of 
pleasure. 

"Aaahhh Jerry, you feel sooo goooddd! Oooohhh darling, give me your cum 
soon. Don't make me wait long. Oh please, honey!" Janice whimpered, 
thrusting her tiny tongue in his ear and then licking down along his neck 
with warm wet lips. 

Screwing herself tighter to his hard-driving penis, she took him inside 
until she was completely filled with long thick cock-flesh. His tempo ever 
increasing, he worked around and around inside her, feeling the ridges of 
muscle in her slick vagina clasping at his smooth-sliding shaft. She was so 
tight and warm, his cock continued to surge like a balloon until he was sure 
it would split, and the pressure in his sperm-bloated balls was intoxicating 
him with the need for release. 

Janice was ecstatic with the joy of being fucked at last by a real cock. Her 
mind awhirl, she clung to every sensation of its warm fleshy shape as it 
plowed incessantly in and out of her lusting vagina. This was what she 
wanted: to be fucked like this all the time. She needed his hot heavy cock 
pounding into her cunt like a battering ram, sending her spiraling to 
heights of mind-blowing pleasure! She was nearly at her climax point now, 
but she fought it off, wanting to feel the hot stabs of his cum against the 
walls of her womb first. She drew her knees up as she raised herself more 
fully to his crazed attack, and her moist splayed vagina bucked wildly, 
riding his long ramming penis to the hilt. 

"Aaawwwuu! Oooohh, darling, I'm going ... to cum. C-cum with me, lover . . . 
now!" Janice begged for her husband's raging sperm to fill her. 

At the sound of her words, Jerry couldn't hold off the thrilling pressure in 
his drum-tight balls another second. The steaming hot cum raced pell-mell up 
the length of his expanded rod of flesh to explode wildly inside his wife's 
fiercely clasping pussy. As his body jerked and spasmed against her, he 
collapsed across her heaving breasts, shoving his spending cock as far as it 
would go up between her long white thighs. 

"Aaaaiiieee! Cuummiiinngg! Ooooohhh Goooddd! I'm c-cuummiinngg!" Janice 
screamed out her pleasure as the first blast of hot liquid semen hit her 
womb, and her belly rippled in wild response as her whole cunt flooded with 
her own climax. The stinging cum spewing needle-like from the deep-imbedded 
tip of his cock sparked a continuous series of spasms in her contracting 
womb, and she held onto his shoulders for fear he would leave her in 
mid-release. But the resounding sensations went on for both of them, and the 
juices of their passion mingled sensuously in the depths of her cock-stuffed 
belly. When his cock began to deflate, she worked harder still to milk its 
shrinking length of every last drop of joy-giving sperm, not wanting it to 
stop until she had wrung him dry. Squirming her buttocks on the cum-smeared 
satin sheets, she kept up the motions of intercourse as the last of his cum 
dribbled from the tip of his retreating penis. In spite of her reluctance, 
Jerry rolled off her, exhausted from their violent coupling. His eyes 
closed, he lay gasping for breath to fill his heaving lungs, ready now to 
sleep. 

Cradling her husband's naked body beside her on the bed, Janice tried to 
force the lessening ripples in her loins to make an indelible impression on 
her mind. She wanted to hand onto every little sensation for as long as 
possible, for she knew it all had to last her for a week. * * * They both 
overslept the next morning and had to run around frantically to get Jerry 
packed and dressed and fed in time for his plane to Chicago. He yelled and 
laughed as he burned his mouth on the hot coffee Janice handed him, and they 
both looked like they were dancing a jig by the time he headed for the door. 
Since Jerry had decided to leave his car at the airport, Janice kissed him 
good-bye in the garage, and it had all been such a rush that the full effect 
of his leaving didn't hit her until she was sitting alone at the kitchen 
table having a cup of coffee. 

Suddenly she remembered that this was the start of a whole week alone, and 
she began crying softly to herself. A week was going to seem like a month 
with him gone, and the memory of how happy and excited they'd been the night 
before only made her feel worse. Their lovemaking now seemed to have lasted 
but a moment, and the unhappy brunette could scarcely remember how it felt 
to have her husband's blood-engorged penis sawing thickly in and out of her 
hungry pussy. It had all been so fast. 

With a shake of her head, Janice scolded herself for thinking that Jerry 
might have been unfulfilling. After all, hadn't she begged him to fuck her 
hard and fast? And hadn't she loved every minute of it? Then why was she 
thinking now that it had been anything other than great? 

Trying to put all thoughts of sex out of her mind, Janice refilled her 
coffee cup and then checked the refrigerator for provisions. Somehow the 
idea of going out shopping didn't sound appealing, and yet she couldn't 
think of anything that ought to be done around the house, either. But the 
fridge was full of odds and ends to last her several days, so at least she 
didn't have to force herself to go to the supermarket this morning. 
Thankful, she grabbed her coffee cup and headed into the bedroom to get 
dressed. 

The bedroom seemed more empty and lifeless than it ever had, and she walked 
slowly past her husband's dressing room without looking at the shambles left 
by his hurried packing. Picking things up now would only start her thinking 
about sex again, thinking about their lying together on the big wide bed, 
her body being pumped full of hot male cum. 

"Damn! Damn! Damn!" Janice screamed into the otherwise quiet room. She just 
couldn't keep the whole lusty scene from her mind, try as she might. She had 
fucked back at Jerry like it would be the last time she would be fucked in 
her life, and she had spoiled it for herself. Sure, it had felt good, but 
damn it, she should have made it last longer. But now, she had been so damn 
impatient. Her careful mental recording of all the pleasures she had felt 
only made her want sex more. And right now! But Jerry was gone, and for a 
whole week she was left to her own resources. 

In a daze, Janice opened the lower drawer of her vanity table and rummaged 
in the back for the familiar cloth case. Extracting the white plastic 
vibrator from the cloth, she stared at it as if to reassure herself that it 
hadn't left too. Then her eyes caught her reflection in the mirror over the 
table, and the blushed bright red at her own silliness. Angry at her lack of 
self-control, she jammed the phallic massager back in its case and dropped 
it in the drawer, and then gave the drawer a vicious kick shut with her 
foot. 

Janice put on a simple nylon brassiere and panties then slipped into a short 
cotton housedress, since she wasn't planning to leave the house today. To 
try and keep herself occupied, she decided to make a project out of fixing 
an elaborate lunch, and with this purpose in mind, her spirits picked up a 
little. She straightened up the bedroom and pulled open all the drapes to 
let in the brilliant sunlight. On her way to the kitchen, she did the same 
to the living room and dining room drapes, and then tackled the dirty dishes 
left over from the previous night. Once they were in the dishwasher, she 
began trimming some of the steak they hadn't eaten for dinner, humming to 
herself all the while. 

The work and the heat had lulled her into a passive semiconscious state so 
that when the doorbell rang suddenly, Janice wasn't sure where the sound had 
come from. Puzzled, she looked around the kitchen for a clue, and then the 
doorbell rang again and startled her out of her haze. 

Still wiping her hands on a dishtowel, Janice stopped in front of the 
hallway mirror to push a lock of shiny black hair out of her eyes, and then 
she opened the front door. She had to gasp at the young man who was standing 
on the doorstep, for he was a dead ringer for Jack Harrington, the boy she'd 
first gone to bed with! 

"Good morning, ma'am." the young man addressed her. She was so shaken by his 
appearance that all she could do was nod and blink. He was about her own 
age, tall and dark-haired, and on more lengthy examination, Janice had to 
admit that her first impression had been wrong. 

"My name is Frank Jamison, and I've been asked by the Trefle Company to show 
their new line of imported French cooking ware to the women of Chestnut 
Hill. I wonder if I may have a few minutes of your time?" His patter was 
very slick and convincing, but at the same time he seemed genuinely friendly 
and sincere. Janice was won over immediately when he said, "Of course, if it 
isn't convenient right now, I'd be glad to come back. Here's my card with 
the phone number where I can be reached." 

"No, no, wait, won't you please come in," Janice said, laughing at his 
earnest manner. "I'd love to look at your pots and pans." 

She held the door open and stepped aside, and the young man picked up a 
large tan bag as he entered. He waited for her to direct him to a suitable 
place. 

"I was just in the middle of preparing lunch. If you'll wait in the living 
room for a moment, 111 just go turn off the stove." She started moving 
toward the kitchen when he interrupted her. 

"I don't want to disturb your lunch, but really the kitchen is the best 
place to show you what I have." He smiled as he spoke, and Janice couldn't 
help thinking what a friendly smile he had. 

"Okay, Mr. Jamison. That sounds fine," she replied, leading the way toward 
the kitchen. Then, she didn't know why, but she just kept talking. "Will you 
join me for lunch? I was fixing too much for one person, really, and it's 
almost lunch time anyway." 

"Well, if you're sure it's no trouble, I am kind of hungry." He took the 
chair she motioned to at the table and began opening his case. 

"It's no trouble at all, and besides, it'll be fun to try out my special 
lunch on someone knowledgeable in the art of French cookery." 

"I'm afraid I don't qualify there, ma'am," Jamison said as he unpacked some 
of the bright orange pots and pans from his display case. "I sell this 
stuff, but I don't know the first thing about what gets cooked in it." 

"But I'm sure you know what you like, and that's good enough," Janice 
answered with a smile. His honesty made her feel very much at ease with him, 
and she couldn't help liking him for his direct approach with the cooking 
gear. His case held seemingly dozens of sample pots, and Frank could explain 
what each one might be used for. But he qualified every statement with a 
smile and the information that, of course, he'd never actually cooked 
anything in pots like these, and in fact had never even tasted most of the 
recommended dishes. 

Janice found herself laughing along with him and loving every minute of his 
antic sales pitch. While he talked, she kept working on the lunch, and she 
decided to include one of the very dishes he'd said he'd never tasted. When 
she told him what she was doing, he suggested she try using one of his pans 
and see it if worked. The next thing she knew, she had set the dining room 
table with her best china and silver and gotten out a bottle of wine. Frank 
had been there over an hour when they finally sat down to eat, and Janice 
spread out the food like an elegant feast. 

"Will you please open the wine, Frank?" she asked, as she started to serve 
the lunch. They had been on a first-name basis for most of the time he'd 
been there, and now they were so relaxed with each other that Janice felt 
she'd known the young salesman for years. The fact that he had held her 
chair for her to be seated showed what good manners he had, and yet his 
motions were jerky and almost boyish in a way that amused her no end. She 
was practically in stitches watching him try to make the corkscrew work, but 
he finally managed, and poured their glasses full. 

"Janice, I salute you," he said, raising his glass to her. "You have 
prepared a feast worthy of the gods!" 

"You better wait till you taste it before you start complimenting me, Frank! 
And if it turns out to be edible, it's all because of your super-duper 
imported pots!" 

They laughed all the way through the meal, as they devoured one dish after 
another with the appetites of wolves. Frank said he could sell his cooking 
utensils with more authority now that he'd eaten something that had been 
made in them, and he jokingly promised her a commission on all future sales. 
She wanted to know how she would go about collecting said commission, and 
Frank promised her anything she desired. 

It had been building up through the entire meal, but that was the first 
moment that Janice was fully aware of the feeling she was getting. It was as 
though she were back in college again: preparing another man to take him to 
bed with her. The fire in her belly was going full blast, and the relaxed 
feeling she got from Frank was like the satisfying experiences she'd had in 
the past. Fucking for the sake of fucking. The idea seemed good again, and 
Janice found herself plotting how to arrange it with the good-looking 
door-to-door salesman. 

"Anything particular you want for dessert?" she asked, and then blushed as 
she realized the implications of her question. God, what was the matter with 
her? Her husband had been gone only a few hours, and here she was 
contemplating - no, actually seducing a complete stranger! But there was no 
fighting the urgent longing twisting in her belly. She had to go ahead and 
do it! 

Frank smiled in swift response to her obvious question, and he sat quietly 
across the table from her, waiting for her to indicate what level her mind 
was working on. His eyes followed Janice when she suddenly jumped up from 
the table and hurried into the kitchen. 

Frantically the nervous housewife looked around for something to take back 
to the table, sure that Frank was innocently waiting for dessert. She tried 
desperately to concentrate on something other than the burning sensation in 
the pit of her belly, but the need for satisfaction only became more 
intense. Damn! She didn't want to go to bed with anyone else but Jerry, but 
she knew that this afternoon she would. Deep down inside, she wanted more 
than anything to be fucked by the handsome stranger sitting at her own 
dining room table. 

"Janice?" 

Frank's voice startled her out of her confusion. He had gotten up from the 
table and was now standing in the kitchen doorway. He was smiling broadly, 
his dark eyes full of understanding, and Janice went to him without 
hesitating, her soft red lips parted to receive his kiss. 

The kiss was long and hard, and they sucked on each other's tongues as 
though never wanting to give up the pleasure of the moment. His strong arms 
held her tight against his body, her full breasts pressing into his chest, 
and his penis began to grow hard as she squirmed her loins back and forth 
over the bulge in the front of his pants. 

"Frank ... we - I shouldn't!" Janice gasped as she finally broke away from 
the kiss. Frank looked straight at her, and she could see the unmistakable 
passion deep within his eyes. 

"You're beautiful," he said in a deep husky voice, pushing his hardened 
penis into the softness of her lower belly. 

Janice felt the fire in her womb raging out of control, and all thoughts of 
her husband were suddenly banished. "Let's go into the bedroom. I want you 
to fuck me. Now!" 

She moved to go past him, but he picked her up bodily in his arms and 
carried her in the direction she indicated. He was so excited, he could 
hardly keep from shouting. Man! The lunch had been good, and the time they'd 
spent together just terrific, but now to get a crack at this sexy dame's hot 
little cunt was almost too much! He could barely wait to see her taking his 
thick hard cock right up between those long smooth legs that had been 
driving him bananas all through lunch! 

Frank stretched her out full length on the brocade bedspread and immediately 
began unbuttoning her cotton housedress. Janice didn't resist his 
fast-moving fingers, and even sat up to help as he pulled the dress off over 
her head. He dropped the garment unceremoniously on the floor and then 
tackled her brassiere. The twin mounds of pearl-white flesh seemed to be 
begging for assault as they swelled out voluptuously before his eyes, their 
pink tips stiffened with her own excitement and Frank placed his hands over 
them, feeling the soft flesh firm and resistant under his fingers. Hearing 
her swift groan made him wild with passion, his erect penis ache to be 
inside her lush young body, and he rolled her over until she was kneeling on 
the edge of the bed, her buttocks raised high in front of his face. 

Her taut rounded ass-cheeks trembled enticingly at him, as he thrust his 
thumbs into the thin elastic waistband of her panties and pulled the skimpy 
nylon down over her silken thighs in one easy motion. Janice lifted her 
knees so he could get the panties all the way off and then spread her legs 
far apart on the bed. 

Frank stared at the naked woman hunched over before him, and the sheer 
lewdness of her position made his cock throb with excitement. Quickly, he 
unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants and shorts, freeing the thick 
upstanding shaft of his penis from its painful confines. The huge purple 
head was pounding with the pressure of his racing blood as he moved in close 
to the black-haired wife's waving buttocks, his shorts and trousers hobbling 
his legs as he shuffled forward. 

Janice had watched the eager salesman undress by looking back underneath her 
body and between her open thighs, and when she caught sight of his 
lust-thickened member jutting out solidly from his dark pubic hair, she felt 
more passionate moisture run out of her hungry pussy. Arching her buttocks 
up high in the air, she pushed her chest down against the bed until her 
tight little nipples were crushed into the bedspread. Her cunt was aching to 
be filled with the rock-hard heat of Frank's penis, and she reached a hand 
back between her open legs in search of the instrument of her fulfillment. 

"Oh God, Frank don't wait! Fuck me now!" she groaned, and Frank complied. He 
angled his hips forward so that his pulsating cock touched her open hand, 
and Janice immediately grabbed hold of it and pulled him in toward her 
pleading cunt. His cock lurched from the feel of her fingers closing around 
it, and he watched with lust-glazed eyes as she wiggled her buttocks back to 
his glistening spear. 

Damn, what a hot little bitch, he thought, as she used his rubbery cock-head 
to part the sparse black hairs covering her moist vagina. The soft wet folds 
of her pussy made his blood-swollen member throb with even greater lust, and 
when she screwed her hips back and his cock-head pressed against the tight 
hot opening, he wanted to shove all the way in one huge, forceful, 
cunt-filling lunge! 

"There, Frank! There!" Janice whimpered, and she worked her loins around in 
tiny circles as she felt his desire-engorged penis pushing hard at her 
flowering cuntal entrance. The long hard rod of flesh seemed to grow still 
larger as the bulbous tip wormed slowly into the tight wet opening, and then 
suddenly it seemed to be filling her vagina with all its searing power. 

"Aaahhh, yessss!" she groaned. "Oh fill me with your hot prick!" 

Feeling the steaming wet flesh of her cunt closing around the head of his 
penis, Frank couldn't hold back another second. With a grunt like hot 
gravel, he slammed his hips forward and drove his lusting cock straight to 
the soft liquid depths of her womb. The passion-slick passage seemed to wrap 
around his plunging shaft with the force of a vise, and he held her hips 
steady in his hands as he strained to push his throbbing hardness to the 
fullest extent of her cunt. 

"Oh yes! Oh, oh, oh," Janice chanted, feeling the young man's wiry pubic 
hair pressing maddeningly tight against her sensitive anus. The angle of his 
entry had made it possible for him to go deeper than she had been prepared 
for, and the momentary shock caused her to gasp for breath. Then Frank began 
to slowly withdraw his penis from the center of her belly, and she raised 
her smooth white buttocks up to him as he pulled free of her seeping loins. 
As he put himself back in position for the long ride home again, she took 
the initiative and shimmied her cunt all the way back up his long shaft of 
blood-hardened male flesh until he was buried deep inside her burning cunt 
once again. Frank began to pick up the rhythm of fucking into her as he 
backed his cock out slowly once more. 

"That's it! Oh Frank, yes! Don't stop now!" Janice hissed, looking back 
beneath her swaying white breasts to watch his lust-inflamed shaft entering 
and leaving her clasping wet cunt. As his loins crashed into her buttocks, 
his cum-bloated testicles swung forward and slapped against the backs of her 
thighs. Quickly Janice reached back and grabbed the jouncing sac with her 
long fingers. She could feel the pressure of the sperm swirling around madly 
inside, and she massaged the balls gently in the palm of her hand in lewd 
synchronization with their owner's forward thrusts between her thighs. 

The fondling of his balls made Frank break his rhythm momentarily as the 
sensation of her fingers stirred his urge for release. It was all he could 
do to keep from cumming right then, and he tried to think of something else 
to stave off the rising tide in his gut, but it was no use. The sight of the 
black-haired housewife bent over so submissively before him, skewered to the 
hilt on his hotly pulsing cock, was too much, and he drove into her with 
greater and greater urgency, knowing he couldn't hold back much longer. 

Janice felt the head of his penis swell up larger as it pounded into her 
flaming vagina, and the knowledge of his nearing climax forced her own 
passion higher still. "Put your finger in my ass!" she pleaded to the 
stranger fucking into her from behind, and her own lewd words made her belly 
jerk with additional pleasure. 

At first Frank wasn't sure he'd heard correctly what Janice had said, but 
then she said it again and there was no question! The idea of jamming his 
finger into her tight little rectum made his eyes light up with a wicked 
fire, and he spread the cheeks of her buttocks wide to look down at her tiny 
puckered anus. He could also better see his cock sawing in and out of her 
cunt below, and for a long moment he watched, fascinated with his own 
actions. The soft pink flesh of her dark-trimmed cunt seemed to pull out 
with his cock as he withdrew, and then was stuffed back inside as he drove 
forward again. Damn! He was going to blow his load any second if he didn't 
get a move on! Quickly he put his middle finger against the tight rubbery 
ring of her anus and worked it around to loosen the throbbing elastic flesh. 
But he got so excited he couldn't wait for her to be ready, and he just 
shoved his finger hard into the interfolded circle and held his breath for 
her reaction. Before he knew it, his finger had sunk all the way in up to 
the second knuckle, and he expected the young wife to cry out in pain. But 
to his surprise, she only groaned a little and pushed back to meet his 
unnatural entry. So he pressed his finger in deeper until the palm of his 
hand was spread out flat against her gyrating ass-cheeks and he could feel 
his penis through the thin wall of flesh separating her rectum from her 
cunt. Then with the same intense, regular rhythm, he began to fuck both his 
cock and his finger in and out of her dually impaled loins, and she fucked 
back with him like a bitch gone wild! 

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she intoned, as her naked body was pounded 
simultaneously by the two adulterous objects. The addition of his finger 
pushing into her tender anus was giving her a strange twisted sort of 
masochistic pleasure, and the ripples of lust in her skewered womb were 
becoming more intense with each passing second. She knew she was nearing a 
climax, and she rode back against the two probing rods of flesh like a 
wanton, crazy whore. She wanted the young salesman's boiling cum flooding 
her cheating cunt until it made her burst with the pressure, and it wasn't 
long before she got her wish. Suddenly, the long hard cock thrust deep 
inside her quivering vagina, the huge head swollen out with the weight of 
its load, and her belly shattered in an explosion of ecstatic joy. 

"Aaaaiiieee yeeeessss! Give it to meeee! Now! Ah! Ah! I'm ccuummiinngggg!" 
and she bucked insanely on the brocade bedspread, the mattress bouncing as 
her whole body resounded with the force of her orgasm. She wailed out her 
passion as her spasming cunt contracted hard around the blood-filled cock 
buried deep inside. 

At the same time as her first wild lurch, Frank felt the release of his own 
surging hot cum, and he leaned back with a grimace of lust on his face, 
holding his cock deep in the center of her belly as the sensation of his 
sperm careening up the length of his shaft gripped his body with unbearable 
pleasure. With one mighty jerk, his cum exploded from the tip of his member, 
the first hot burst making Janice scream for joy. Then his cock began firing 
in rapid staccato bursts as his white-hot sperm shooting far up into her 
liquid cuntal depths. As though all his senses were concentrated at the tip 
of his spewing penis, Frank closed his eyes and felt every sensation of his 
climax rippling through his nerves. His finger shoved deep into her 
constricted rectum, was gripped by an incredible pressure as the orgasmic 
concentrations rolled through her lust-tensed womb. His hot sticky semen 
spilled back out of her vagina around the thick stump of his buried penis, 
covering his balls with warmth and running slowly down her trembling inner 
thighs. 

Janice was in heaven! It was as if she had finally gotten a gift promised 
months before, and she clung to the pleasure like a greedy child. Nothing 
was important but that very moment, each second of it a joy beyond compare: 
the thrill of the hard spewing rod of flesh in her cunt, each burst of fiery 
sperm crashing into the tip of her cervix, the long hard finger shoved deep 
inside her clenching rectum, her tingling nipples brushing sensuously across 
the silken bedspread as her breasts swayed from side to side with her 
gyrations! She hoped it would never stop and she would never have to face 
the reality of having given herself to a total stranger against her marriage 
vows. 

Frank's cock jerked out the last of his cum, his energy drained, and he fell 
forward across Janice's back, pushing her out flat on the wide double bed. 
He pulled his finger from her hotly clamping anus, and his penis began to 
soften in the hold of her still-jerking womb. It had been a damned good 
fuck, and now he was exhausted. 

Janice felt safe and secure sandwiched between Frank and the bed, and she 
lay there enjoying the soft final spasms in her cum-flooded pussy. It was 
several minutes before Frank's shrinking penis pulled wetly from her body, 
and then she knew it was over. The cool bedspread pressing against her 
fevered flesh was nice, and she didn't want to move when the young man 
rolled off her back. They lay there side by side, he on his back and she on 
her belly, both gasping for breath after their wild coupling. 

Janice was beginning to feel ashamed for what she'd let happen, yet she 
didn't want to burden Frank with her guilt feelings. After all, he had given 
her pleasure, and there wasn't any point in making him suffer too. She was 
the one who had cheated on her husband for the first time, and Frank had 
only responded in a natural way to her advances. 

"Thanks, Frank," she said without looking at the man beside her. "It was 
nice." He responded by gently stroking her hair, and she wanted to cry. "I 
think you better leave now," she said softly. 

Frank stared for a long time at Janice's white-fleshed buttocks as though he 
wanted to burn the image into his brain. Then he bent down and kissed the 
back of her head and got up off the bed. His legs were still shaky, but he 
got his pants on and buckled his belt. Neither one of them said a word while 
he got the rest of his clothes on, though he kept looking at Janice in hopes 
that she'd call him back. 

But Janice remained motionless, her face turned away, until she heard Frank 
leave the bedroom and head for the kitchen. She sat up and listened while he 
gathered his sample pots and pans together, and then she jumped off the bed 
when the front door opened and closed. 

Quickly she threw on a robe and hurried out to the kitchen. There she almost 
cried when she saw that the young salesman had left her the pots she had 
used to prepare their lunch. It was a nice gesture, but it only made her 
feel more guilty. Her husband had left only that morning, and she had 
wantonly seduced the very first man she saw. Vowing to herself that she 
would never do that to Jerry again, she sat down at the kitchen table and 
buried her face in her hands. Sure, keeping control of herself was fine, but 
she knew it meant she would have to do without the pleasure she wanted so 
badly. She didn't feel guilty for cheating, but because she had needed to be 
fucked by another man, because she couldn't wait a week - not even a day - 
until her own husband got home. 

In the midst of her tears, Janice heard a car start, and she rushed to the 
window in time to see Frank Jamison drive off down the street. 

"Good-bye Frank," she whispered against the windowpane. Damn! She had 
enjoyed being fucked by him, so why all the tears? She still loved her 
husband, and she always would, so really there was the harm in what she'd 
done this afternoon? Of course she wasn't planning to do it again, but . . . 

As she stood gazing out the window, the young wife noticed a moving van 
halfway down the block and half a dozen men scrabbling around unloading 
furniture. Somebody new on the street. And as she headed back into the 
bedroom to get dressed, Janice was wondering who the family might be. 

 Chapter Four 

With the movers traipsing all over the new house, and his mother on the 
lookout for more helping hands, Peter Carey was trying to stay out of sight. 
He couldn't hide in his new bedroom, since his bedroom furniture hadn't been 
unpacked yet, so he walked out to look over the backyard. 

It was a large yard, and at the rear there was a giant old oak tree with 
thick twisted limbs. It took Peter only a minute to hoist himself up to one 
of the highest branches for a survey of the neighborhood. He could see 
almost the whole block and typical of a young man who has just discovered 
girls, he wondered if there would be anyone to date around there. Peter was 
sixteen, though his red hair and sharp features made him look more like 
nineteen, and sitting there in the oak tree thinking about his 
possibilities, he was getting a hard-on. 

He hadn't minded so much leaving Indiana to move to Philadelphia. Hell, his 
father's promotion and transfer meant they'd be living much better here, and 
maybe he could even have his own car! No, he hadn't cared about leaving his 
high school or the people he'd known back in Gary, and he would have been 
glad to get away if he hadn't just met Sandy. 

Peter looked down at the big new house his dad had just bought, and then 
compared it to the other houses he could see from his treetop perch. Their 
house looked like one of the best, except for the older place at the end of 
the street, he thought. It was certainly better than the house they'd had in 
Gary, and best of all, his bedroom had a door that led directly outside, so 
he could come and go without walking through the rest of the house. 
Carefully, he studied the possible route he'd take if somehow he found a 
girl who was willing to go to his bedroom with him. 

Damn, he wished Sandy could have come to Philadelphia with them. Where was 
he going to find another girl like her? And why hadn't he met her until his 
last two weeks in Gary? At least then he could have had a little more of her 
before having to leave. 

Peter had been skittish as a colt on their first date. Sandy Valentine was 
one of the sexiest girls in the eleventh grade class. Every guy in the 
school wanted a piece of her ass, and here she was going out with him! She 
was sixteen too, but she had better looking tits than any other girl in the 
class, or in the senior class either, for mat matter. Her hair was reddish 
brown and shiny, and man, she had legs that never stopped! When she wiggled 
her tight little ass walking down the hall, every guy behind her practically 
dropped in a dead faint. Just looking at Sandy gave Peter a raging hard-on, 
and sitting in a tree a thousand miles away, thinking about her, had exactly 
the same effect. 

Peter shifted his position in the tree so that no one could see him from the 
ground. Then he unzipped his fly to free his achingly rigid penis. The soft 
summer breeze felt good on its turgid length, and the redheaded teenager 
wrapped his hand tightly around the desire-thickened shaft. He hadn't jerked 
off since after his second date with Sandy, and crap, after his third and 
final date with her, it hadn't been necessary. 

Slowly the boy began stroking his stiffened cock, as his thoughts drifted 
back to that eventful last date with Sandy. Probably his telling her he was 
leaving the next day was what had loosened her up, but he remembered how 
glad he'd been to see her in a dress when he went to pick her up that night. 
She'd worn pants on their first two dates, and all Peter had succeeded in 
getting was some bare tit under her sweater. That night he'd gotten up the 
courage to try to finger-fuck her at the very least, and a dress was going 
to make it that much easier for him. All through holding hands in the movie, 
he'd thought he'd die, his cock was so hard in his pants. He couldn't wait 
to go somewhere and park with Sandy. During the drive to lovers' land, she 
kept telling him how sorry she was that he was leaving, but still he was 
surprised when she agreed to get in the back seat of the car with him. 

Peter knew she'd let him touch her breasts, so he didn't waste any time 
getting to them. Her dress unbuttoned down the front, and he practically 
tore off half the buttons in his hurry. Sandy moaned into his mouth when he 
pushed up her nylon brassiere and felt the hardened little points of her 
nipples beneath his eager palms. He kissed her harder in the hope she was 
getting hot, as his thumb and forefinger squeezed her nipples and kneaded 
her soft breast flesh. 

Sandy had her eyes shut tight, and Peter wanted to stop kissing her lips so 
that he could look down at her luscious tits. On his other dates with her, 
he'd only felt her breasts because of her sweater, but now with her dress 
open clear down to her waist, he could get a real good look. Getting up the 
nerve, he broke away from the kiss and glanced down. The breast in his hand 
was soft and full and luminous in the moonlight, and the tiny darker tip was 
just begging for his lips. Before Sandy could protest, he bent his head and 
sucked the beckoning little bud up into his watering mouth. Frantically, he 
pulled the erect nipple in between his teeth while licking all around it, 
and instead of pushing him away in outrage, Sandy moaned out loud and held 
his head tightly to her naked breast. 

Wow! She was actually helping him kiss her breast, when he'd expected her to 
fight him off! Peter figured now was as good a time as any to try to get 
into her panties, so he gently placed his hand on her thigh. When she didn't 
push him away, he slowly ran his fingers up the smooth skin until he reached 
the hem of her dress. Then he moved his hand back to her knee and started 
over again, each time sneaking a little farther up under her hem, a little 
closer to the treasured goal of her vagina, and each time expecting to be 
stopped. But suddenly he found his fingers actually touching her panty-clad 
pussy mound, and he could feel its curving shape through the thin nylon 
material. 

Oh Jesus! He'd never felt a girl's pussy before, and now he was dying to get 
her panties out of the way and really feel! Afraid she might stop him at any 
moment, Peter proceeded with caution by slowly rubbing his extended middle 
finger along the groove formed by Sandy's pulsing cuntal lips. Near the top 
of the curve he felt the small stiffened bud of her clitoris, and he pushed 
through her panties against it. Sandy let out a cry that scared him for a 
second, but when she continued stroking his head against her breast and even 
undulated her pelvis a little toward his lewdly searching hand, he began to 
rub her clitoris harder. He could feel the moisture of her aroused vagina 
through the thin panty material, and he wanted desperately to get her 
panties out of the way. 

Driven with passion, Peter thrust his hand up under his young date's dress 
until he felt the elastic top of her panties, and half lifting her with his 
other arm, he pulled the panties down around her thighs. He'd thought that 
would solve the problem, but soon found that the hobbling panties only kept 
her legs pressed close together. So he pushed them on down to her knees, and 
that was as far as he could reach without taking his mouth away from her 
breast. He was afraid of breaking the spell if he stopped licking and 
sucking her naked breasts, so he was glad when Sandy lifted her legs up to 
simplify the rest of the panty removal. With her panties on the car floor, 
Peter again reached up under her summer dress to find her naked pussy. 

Her pubic hair was sparse and silken-smooth, and without thinking, Peter 
pressed his eager fingers into the soft folds of sensitive cuntal flesh to 
locate her hardened clitoris. The tiny nerve-filled bud leaped to his brazen 
touch, and Sandy groaned on the seat beneath him. 

"Aaaahhhhhh! Peternrrrrr!" 

For the first time, Peter thought he might have a chance to fuck her! He 
hadn't thought he'd be this lucky, but man, she was as hot as he was, and 
she was wiggling her ass like crazy on the car seat while he rubbed her 
clitoris. After a moment, Peter slid his finger down along her hair-lined 
pussy until he felt the wetness of her seeping vaginal secretions. Working 
his out stretched finger slowly between the soft fleshy lips, he found the 
tight opening of her cunt, and cautiously he pushed his finger inside. 

"Noooooo, Peter! . . . unnggghhhh!" Sandy moaned, but she made no move to 
stop him. 

The tight warm passage felt smooth and spongy to Peter, and he pushed his 
finger in as far as it would go. Shit, he thought, I've got my finger in her 
cunt! His cock was so hard that his pants felt like they were going to cut 
it in two, but to unzip his fly and get some relief he'd have to take his 
finger out of Sandy's cunt, and he wasn't about to do that! His other hand 
was trapped underneath her, and in his twisted position on the seat it was 
impossible to get it free. So he began to finger-fuck frantically in and out 
of Sandy's desire-wet pussy in the hope of getting her hot enough to go for 
his cock. But she kept her hands locked around his head, and continued 
grinding her pussy against his screwing finger. 

After a few minutes, Peter could stand it no more, and he raised his head 
from her saliva-moistened breast. "I want to fuck you, Sandy," he said in a 
husky voice, pulling his cunt-soaked finger from between her legs. Ripping 
his pants open, he shoved them down toward his knees, and his lust-stiffened 
penis popped up rigid as it came free. Sandy stared wide-eyed at the 
alarming size of his cock-shaft, but slowly nodded her head to Peter's lewd 
demand. And without saying another word, Peter pushed his hand back up 
between her thighs to spread them out on either side of his hips. Her dark 
eyes were locked on his wagging penis as he got down on the floor of the car 
between her open legs and pulled her hips in toward him with his hands 
behind her buttocks. Then he bunched her dress up around her waist and 
greedily watched her glistening pussy flesh being pulled apart as her legs 
were forced wide by his slender hips. 

"Oh Peter, noooo! We shouldn't!" Sandy moaned when the blood-swollen head of 
his cock pushed into the soft folds of her naked pussy. Unheeding, the 
panting sixteen-year-old pulled her hips forward until her round white 
ass-cheeks were right at the edge of the car seat, and her feet were wide 
apart and hanging over the back of the driver's seat. 

"Oh God, Sandy. Put it in! I want to be inside you so bad!" he pleaded. 
Sandy was staring down transfixed at the lewd sight of his long blunt-headed 
member straining against the tender folds of her widespread pussy. Slowly 
she reached down and grasped the throbbing rod of flesh, and the contact of 
her fingers made Peter nearly jump through the roof. 

"Peter! Peter! Peter!" the auburn-haired girl chanted as she ran the tip of 
his penis down between the passion-moistened lips of her cunt. When he was 
centered just over the entrance of her vagina, she held his hard cock firmly 
in her hand as she slowly screwed her pussy onto the desire-thickened shaft. 
Working very slowly, she moaned all the time as the tight fleshy opening 
stretched over the hot rubbery head. 

Peter gritted his teeth trying to keep from cumming before she got him 
inside. The sensation of his penis being slowly consumed by her warm wet 
cunt was incredible, and it took all his willpower to keep from jamming it 
right in. But he held back, watching down over her quivering belly as Sandy 
worked her pussy farther along his pounding cock-shaft. He thought it should 
be hurting her, but though her face looked twisted in pain, she still kept 
silently taking more and more of his aching column up inside her tight 
cuntal passage. Inch by inch his hard cock disappeared up into her belly, 
and his balls swirled with cum as he felt the glove-like flesh wrapping 
tightly over every part of his virgin member. In a moment she had to let go 
with her hand, but she pressed against his lower belly to prevent him from 
lunging all the way inside her. Then Peter realized his cock was completely 
buried, as she let out a little cry. 

"Oh please be gentle! It feels like I'm going to split!" she begged him in a 
small voice, as though using the breath to speak louder would make it hurt 
more. She had a shocked expression on her face when Peter slowly withdrew 
his pulsing cock from the depths of her womb. It was as though they both 
were hypnotized by the sight of his moistened member leaving her pussy. He 
backed all the way out, and then slid very slowly forward again, easily 
parting the tight walls of her now-loosened passage. 

"Oooooggghhhh!" he grunted as her lust-heated inner flesh gripped him wildly 
once more. Jesus! He was fucking her, and not just with his finger either! 

Sandy's mouth fell open from the pleasure-pain sensations in her well-filled 
young cunt. She arched her breasts upward, and Peter bent over to suck one 
spiked-out nipple into his mouth. Though he'd never screwed a girl before, 
he found himself falling easily into the rhythm of fucking, and soon he was 
driving in and out of her wildly receptive cunt at breakneck speed. It 
didn't take long for Sandy to start grinding her buttocks in time to his 
lusty forward lunges, and she took his skewering cock with greater and 
greater ease. It was only minutes before their mutual rhythm became frantic 
as the sensations of their coupling grew in intensity. 

It felt good, too good, and Peter couldn't hold back his cum another second. 
His balls were drawn up tight, and the tip of his penis tingled with 
pleasure. Then suddenly, as he pushed forward with his hips and froze with 
his penis locked tight in the crazy softness of her cunt, his cum exploded 
from the deep-buried tip. 

"Aaarrrrhhhh! Peterrrr! Ooohhhhhh!" Sandy moaned as she felt the stinging 
semen shoot far up into her quivering young belly; She screwed her cunt 
tight against his loins and held him with all her might as his penis jerked 
insanely in her passion-wet vagina. 

Just thinking about it now, Peter had to grab for a sturdy branch as his 
cock squirted out its sticky white cum, jerking madly in his pumping hand. 
His eyes were shut as he thought back on his first piece of tail, and his 
sperm sliced through the air in a thin high arc. He kept pulling at his cock 
with his hand until the last spurt of cum fired from his spending penis, and 
then he opened his eyes and sighed with relief. Jerking off wasn't as good 
as fucking Sandy had been, but since she wasn't around, it was a good enough 
second. 

He sat up straighter on the branch and waited for his cock to go down so he 
could stuff it back in his pants. Climbing down from the tree, he wished he 
were back in Gary so he could call Sandy and ask her out. Shit! Getting into 
a girl's panties was hard enough without your dad lousing things up by 
getting transferred halfway across the country! Now he'd have to start all 
over again. And there had better be some girls in this neighborhood, or he 
was going to have a heck of a long wait till school started in the fall! 

 Chapter Five 

In Janice's dream, the door-to-door salesman named Frank was hovering naked 
between her open thighs, about to drive his lust-thickened penis into her 
hungering cunt. And at that point, the young wife awoke in a pool of 
dampness from sweat-soaked sheets, her black hair plastered to her forehead 
and neck. 

Damn! It had been a good dream. Why hadn't she stayed asleep? Rolling over 
to a cool part of the bed, she rubbed her eyes awake and looked up at her 
reflection in the mirrored ceiling. She looked nice in the morning, she 
thought, examining her sheet-swathed body. Then she threw the satin sheets 
off her naked form and ran her hands sensuously down over her warm full 
breasts, feeling her desire-stiffened nipples poking like hard buttons 
against her palms. Feeling the pleasant sensations of lust that sizzled down 
to her cunt from her tingling breasts, she drew her knees up and spread her 
firm thighs out wide on the bed. She stared up at the reflection of her 
glossy black pubic hair, and the narrow pink slit of her pussy seemed to 
throb at her gaze. The tender aroused flesh was glistening with moisture, 
and for a long moment the frustrated housewife thought she would complete 
what her dream had started. Her belly was hungry for a good fucking, and she 
imagined how her cool plastic massager would feel sliding satisfyingly in 
and out between her thighs. The idea was appealing, but when she got up from 
the bed to get the device, she had second thoughts. If she masturbated once, 
then she'd want it again, until she'd get to the point of spending the whole 
damn week in bed waiting for her husband to get home. 

Angry with herself, Janice grabbed her robe and left the bedroom without 
even making the bed. Stopping in the living room to open the drapes, she 
looked out at the beautiful morning and made a mental note to put on a 
bathing suit later and work on her tan. Then she walked on into the kitchen 
and put some water on for coffee, and she had just spooned the coffee in a 
cup when the doorbell rang. 

For a second she wondered if the young salesman could possibly be coming 
back on his day off for more of what he'd tasted on Saturday, but then she 
laughed that off. Pulling her robe more tightly around her naked body, she 
went to the door. There very definitely was a young man standing there, 
grinning broadly, and rather handsome too, she thought, but thank God it 
wasn't Frank Jamison. This one was a total stranger. Then she blushed with 
shame as she remembered that the cookware salesman had also been a total 
stranger. 

"Hi! I'm Peter Carey!" the redhead said before Janice got the door all the 
way open. "I just moved in yesterday." And he crooked his thumb back over 
his shoulder to indicate his family's new home. 

Janice looked in the direction he pointed, and remembered the moving van 
she'd seen the day before. It seemed rather quick of him to be visiting the 
neighborhood already, even though it was eleven o'clock; people liked to 
sleep late on Sundays. Oh well, she thought, I'm up, so who cares. 

"Yes," she said, "I noticed all the bustle. I'm Janice Harper. Won't you 
come in for a Coke or something? I was just fixing myself some coffee." She 
held out her hand, and the boy shook it firmly in his own. 

"Uh . . . yes, thank you!" Peter said, a little stunned by the attractive 
older woman. She looked like she might be naked under her robe, and the idea 
was doing crazy things to his guts. "Hope I'm not bothering you, Mrs. 
Harper," he said as he followed her into the house. 

"Not at all. I was just going to have some coffee and then go sit in the 
sun. Would you rather have coffee?" 

"No, Coke's fine with me," he answered, as she motioned for him to sit down 
at the kitchen table. "Uh ... we got to Philadelphia two days ago . . . from 
Gary, Indiana . . . but the moving people didn't arrive with our stuff till 
yesterday. Our house is a real mess, I guess." 

Peter was having a hard time thinking of things to say. He had never talked 
to an older woman before, and certainly not one who was just sitting there 
casually wearing nothing but a robe. Oh well, maybe she had a bathing suit 
on, since she said she was going to sunbathe, but still ... He almost forgot 
what he had come for. 

"Oh by the way. I stopped to see if maybe you need any help around the 
house. You know, like mowing the lawn or cleaning out the garage or 
something." He smiled at Janice as she handed him an icy Coke, and then 
continued. "I thought I could earn some extra money for school." 

"Will you be going to school around here?" 

Janice asked, completely overlooking his question as she filled her coffee 
cup with boiling water and carried it to the table. 

Peter wondered at her response, and then realized that she must think he was 
older than just sixteen. "Uh . . . haven't decided yet. I'm looking into 
several schools," he lied, not wanting her to know he was still in high 
school. And to cover his embarrassment over the lie, he took a big gulp of 
his Coke. 

"Well, there are a lot of good schools on the East Coast, but be careful to 
keep on it. You know they take forever to answer, and before you know it, 
summer vacation will be over and you still won't be enrolled. Where did you 
say you were from?" Janice was speaking as hurriedly as her new redheaded 
neighbor, and for good reason. She had liked the young man right off, and 
now she was fighting a constant battle with herself to ignore the wicked 
idea forming in the back of her mind. 

"Gary, Indiana," Peter said, and told her about his father's promotion. "The 
town had its good points and its bad points, but I came along because I 
thought the schools were better in the East." Peter's heart sank when Mrs. 
Harper laughed at his statement, and he thought he'd given himself away. 

"Well, the choice is certainly better, and you may be right about the 
quality," she said at last. "At least a lot of people seem to think so." 

Peter breathed a sigh of relief and took another gulp of his Coke. He 
decided he'd better come up with a decent explanation for being willing to 
do simple yard work. "You know, my dad's transfer was kind of unexpected, 
and now here I am in a city I don't know very well, and all the good summer 
jobs are already taken. I'm at the point where I'll take anything to earn a 
few extra bucks." 

"I guess it is pretty hard for you," Janice agreed, trying to keep her mind 
on finding work for the good-looking young man. The lawn did need attention, 
since Jerry never seemed to be home long enough to do anything about it. And 
it would be nice to have this kid puttering around! "But you're in luck, 
Peter. The yard does need quite a bit of work, and my husband's laziness is 
your gain. You can start today, if you like." 

"Terrific! I really appreciate it, Mrs. Harper!" Peter said, and then buried 
his face in his Coke again. He was doubly excited by her offer, partly 
because he could use the money, and partly because it meant he could be 
around this sexy older woman! 

"I appreciate your offer, Peter," Janice laughed, taking his empty glass 
from his hands. "Here, let me get you some more Coke." She turned toward the 
refrigerator and then turned back again. "On second thought, would you like 
something to eat? You'll need your strength if you're going to tackle that 
front lawn." As she spoke, she wasn't paying any attention to the state of 
her dress, and her robe drifted open slightly as she swiveled to face the 
blushing redhead. 

Peter heard Janice's comment about food, but his mind was following the 
drift of her robe, his eyes riveted to the shadowy opening where he thought 
he could see most of her full rounded breast. Sonofabitch! She wasn't even 
wearing a bathing suit under her robe! He'd been right in the first place! 
He could hardly keep his eyes off the gap in her robe, but he was afraid she 
would notice his staring, so he forced himself to look away. Man, he'd love 
to suck that tit! 

"You didn't answer my question," Janice reminded him, cocking her head at 
him. "I was going to fix myself a sandwich, and you're welcome to join me." 

"Oh, uh, thanks, but no," Peter said quickly. "I just ate before I came over 
here, and anyway, I should get started on your lawn." As soon as he said it, 
he was sorry he'd refused her offer, for he'd have liked nothing better than 
to watch her move around the kitchen and know that she was totally naked 
under that flimsy robe. He was hoping for a better look at her body now 
before he had to leave, though the first glimpse had made him nervous. If he 
looked any more, she'd be sure to see the growing bulge in his pants, so he 
tried to think away his hard-on before he had to stand up. To stall for 
time, he asked where the garden tools were kept. Janice told him everything 
was in the garage, and then said he could come back for a cool drink when he 
finished with the front lawn. 

"You're going to need some refreshment when you get through hacking at that 
jungle out there! Is it very warm out today?" she asked as Peter sidled 
across the kitchen toward the garage. 

"Yes it is, but I'm used to it," he replied, hurrying to get out of her 
sight. The sooner he got the job done, the sooner he could be back in the 
kitchen looking at the lovely older woman again! 

After eating a leisurely lunch, Janice sauntered into the living room to see 
how far Peter had gotten with the front lawn. The lean young redhead had 
stripped down to his waist and was framed in the picture window as he pushed 
the lawn mower rapidly over the thick grass. Surprised to see that the job 
was almost done, the black-haired housewife stood back from the window so 
she wouldn't be seen, and watched the boy work. His arms were muscular and 
tan, the strength in them obvious from the way he was handling the mower. 
His shoulders were broad, and his waist and hips narrow. He took long, 
effortless strides as he pushed the mower, and at the edge of the lawn he 
would practically lift the machine to turn it around. His jeans were tight, 
and Janice felt a little thrill race over her flesh as she stared at the 
bulge of his penis at the crotch. It was impossible now to resist the lewd 
thoughts that were going through her mind. 

Janice wondered whether the boy was experienced in sexual matters. After 
all, he'd said he was going to college in the fall. She hadn't asked him if 
it was his first year, but he looked about nineteen, so he must have had a 
girlfriend by now. He wasn't that much younger than she, but he was younger, 
and the thought of having his virile male body on top of her made her belly 
burn with sexual hunger. 

She tried to face the idea squarely: sure, it was wrong, but then so had her 
wanton episode with the salesman the day before been wrong. She could tell 
by the way Peter had been looking at her over the kitchen table that he was 
turned on by her, and she knew that if he did come in after finishing the 
lawn, she wouldn't be able to resist this terrible desire she had for him. 
Why fight it, when it was going to happen anyway? She wanted him too much to 
deny herself the pleasure. She had been planning to put on her bikini, but 
now she decided to keep the robe on. It would make things easier for them 
both. 

The whole time Peter was cutting the grass, he kept thinking about Mrs. 
Harper. He tried to imagine what she'd look like naked, and the thought made 
his penis half hard with excitement. Then he pictured her in the back seat 
of his dad's car, ready to be fucked the way he'd fucked Sandy, and he knew 
he was going to have to jack off pretty soon if he wanted to get rid of this 
hard-on. Man, would he ever like to fuck Mrs. Harper! 

Peter had no idea how long it took him to cut the lawn, but when he 
finished, he hurried around to the garage to put away the mower. He wanted 
to get inside for that cool drink and another look at Janice Harper. He 
knocked on the door between the garage and the kitchen, and when he heard a 
response, walked on inside. Janice was standing by the open refrigerator, 
and her robe was just barely covering the front of her voluptuous body. 

"Like a beer?" she asked before he could speak. He was wide-eyed and 
startled by her offer, and for a second he just stood in the doorway. 

"Sure! Sounds good!" Peter said, trying to act casually. Man, didn't she 
know what she was doing to him? She looked even more enticing than before, 
and he couldn't take his eyes off her. 

"Have a seat, Peter, while I get it. You did a good job on the lawn. I was 
watching you from the window." Janice's voice was low and sultry as she set 
the cold beer down on the table. She smiled inwardly at the obvious way she 
was affecting the boy. 

"Thanks," he said, taking the beer and quickly gulping down half the bottle. 
He wasn't sure whether he was thanking her for the beer or for her 
compliment about the grass cutting, and his thoughts were even more confused 
when she sat down across the table from him and her robe fell away so that 
he could clearly see almost the whole of one soft breast. Holy shit! He was 
getting an erection again, and he tried to be nonchalant when he looked at 
her. 

"You did a very nice job on the lawn, Peter," Janice cooed, "but you haven't 
told me what you want for doing it!" She was giving him her most seductive 
smile, and it was making him so nervous he had stopped breathing. 

"Oh anything!" he blurted. "I'll take whatever you have!" Peter wasn't sure 
what he'd just said. His tongue was running by itself, while his mind was 
concentrated on his growing erection and the sight of Mrs. Harper's body. 

"Why, Peter, are you propositioning me?" Janice said in mock innocence. He'd 
played right into her hands. "I'm very flattered," she added quickly, 
looking directly into his eyes. 

The redhaired teenager didn't know what to think. Had he propositioned her? 
If he had, she didn't seem angry. Maybe she was really hot for him. That 
would be too good to believe. Still trying to be casual, he said in a low 
voice, "You are very beautiful." Then he quickly gulped more beer. 

"Why, thank you, Peter," Janice said, and she reached across the table to 
touch his hand. 

Peter coughed in his beer when he felt her fingers on the back of his hand. 
He wanted to grab her and fuck her right there on the kitchen floor, but he 
didn't move from the chair. 

"You must be all tired and sweaty from working so hard," Janice continued. 
"And you probably don't have any towels unpacked yet at home, so why don't 
you take a shower here?" 

"No! I . . . uh, that's very nice of you, but ..." Peter was dumbfounded by 
her easy offer. 

"Now, I insist. Just come with me," she said forcibly, and she took his hand 
to pull him from the chair. "I'll bring you another beer, and you just make 
yourself at home. I won't take no for an answer." 

The situation was hopeless. As she dragged him along behind her, Peter tried 
to hide the telltale bulge in his pants by holding his beer in front of his 
crotch. When she took the empty beer can from his hand, he had to turn 
quickly so she wouldn't see. But she appeared not to have noticed a thing, 
as she led him through the master bedroom with its rumpled bed and on 
through her dressing room to the shower. 

"This is really nice of you, Mrs. Harper," he said, as she got a big bath 
towel down from the cabinet. He'd been all wrong about her being interested 
in him sexually, he thought. She was just being neighborly. And now he hoped 
he could control himself and not do something foolish. It was sure lucky she 
hadn't gotten mad at his apparent proposition, though he really couldn't 
remember having made it. He made a mental note to be more careful of what he 
said in the future. 

"Now go ahead and use anything you like," Janice said, turning on the 
telephone shower head in her sunken tub. "I'll bring you a fresh beer and 
leave it right outside the door." She smiled again as she went out the door 
with his empty beer can. 

Peter was feeling a little giddy from drinking that first beer so fast on an 
empty stomach, and he was sure he had seen a glimpse of Mrs. Harper's curly 
dark pussy hair as she turned to leave the bathroom. Her robe had swirled 
away from her long shapely legs, and his eyes had traveled swiftly up their 
tapered expanse, but not swiftly enough to be sure of what he'd seen at the 
top. 

Unconsciously, the teenager pulled off his clothes and stepped into the warm 
shower. His penis was still half erect, and the needle-sharp spray didn't 
help deflate it any. Just the idea of standing completely naked in her 
shower while she was in the same house made his cock swell larger, and he 
couldn't resist stroking it for the pleasure it gave him. 

He stood motionless under the hot spray for several minutes, enjoying the 
sensation of the water splashing over his work-sore muscles. His penis was 
now fully erect, and even when he tried to make it go down, it refused to 
cooperate. The whole scene was just too sensuous, and his young mind was 
filled with images of Janice Harper in the nude. 

Finally, he realized he had been in the shower for a long time, and he shut 
off the water, only to jump at the sound of a knock on the bathroom door. 
Quickly scrambling out of the tub, he grabbed the bath towel and wrapped it 
around his hips. But he couldn't hold it very tight, because his 
traitorously stiff penis was pushing it straight out in front of him. 

"Peter? Are you decent?" came Janice's voice from the other side of the 
door. 

A denial froze in Peter's throat as he saw the doorknob turning and realized 
too late that he hadn't locked the door. 

"Did you forget your beer? It's been sitting here so long, I was afraid it 
would get warm," Janice said as she opened the door. A fresh beer was in her 
hand. 

"Oh... ah, yeah...uh, thanks!" Peter croaked, afraid she would come into the 
bathroom. But when she saw the towel around his hips, she smiled and held 
out the beer to him. 

"Sorry to interrupt you," she said, motioning for him to take the can. 
Without thinking, he walked quickly over to grab the beer and get her out of 
the bathroom, but in his haste, the ends of the bath towel parted over his 
erection and left his blood-engorged penis poking out of the opening like a 
dog from a pup'tent. 

"Oh, Peter!" Janice exclaimed, and she reached out to press the terrycloth 
back over the boy's exposed loins. 

Peter didn't know what to think, and he just stood there a foot away from 
his voluptuous neighbor with his mouth hanging open. His cock was pushing 
lewdly out into her hand as if daring her to squeeze it. And she had let her 
robe go when she grabbed at the towel, so that now he was staring right at 
the soft fuzzy curve of her dark-haired pussy! 

"Peter, would you like to put that between my legs?" Janice tried to make 
her voice sound surprised as she asked the question. 

Hot damn! Had he heard her right? His cock leaped up under the towel, and he 
nodded his reply, while his brain whirled with excitement. 

"But Peter... we hardly know each other!" 

Oh no, had he propositioned her again? What the hell did she want him to do? 

But he didn't have long to find out, for Janice put down the beer she was 
still holding and moved closer to her nervous young neighbor, taking the 
towel from his shaking hands. He stood before her now completely naked, the 
thick swollen head of his erect penis just a few short inches from the 
triangle of glossy black curls covering her cunt. As if in a dream, Peter 
reached out and pulled her close in his arms, his hotly pulsing cock sliding 
forward between her firm inner thighs. 

"Ooohhh, Peter! We shouldn't... but it feels so gooooooddddd!" Janice said 
plaintively, and then she kissed him full on the mouth. Their bodies ground 
tightly together, and Janice wiggled her shoulders to let her robe fall from 
her body to the floor below. Now as naked as he was, she drove her tongue 
into the heated wetness of his young mouth, licking his tongue and teeth 
while she pressed her ripely rounded breasts against his hairless chest. Her 
belly on fire to be filled, she suddenly broke from the kiss and gasped 
against his ear. 

"Not here, darling. Come into the bedroom." Then she turned and, with a coy 
smile back over her shoulder, left the steamy bathroom, her melon-shaped 
buttocks jiggling provocatively and inviting him to hurry. 

Peter couldn't believe this was actually happening to him. For a stunned 
moment, he watched her walk away from him, the sight of her full-breasted 
figure exciting him beyond any level he'd ever reached before. It was the 
first time he'd seen a woman completely naked, and it was about to make him 
cum right there in the bathroom. 

Shaking his head to clear it, he came to life and went darting after Janice 
into the darkened bedroom. She had pulled the drapes while he was taking a 
shower, and the semi-dark room made him feel less self-conscious. He could 
see her standing beside the bed waiting for him, and suddenly she was the 
only woman in the world. Gone was every thought of Sandy Valentine back in 
Gary, and every hope for the girls in Chestnut Hill. No one existed but Mrs. 
Janice Harper. 

"Lie down on the bed, Peter," she breathed in a voice like honey. She took 
his arm and guided him as he stretched out on the rumpled satin sheets. "I 
want to kiss it... do you mind?" 

The inexperienced teenager wasn't sure at first what Janice was talking 
about, but then the total impact of her statement hit him. She wanted to 
suck his cock! Sonofabitch! Did he mind? "No . . .," he replied in a 
lust-weakened voice. "G-go ahead." 

Janice pushed his legs apart as she knelt up on the bed beside him. His 
young blood-filled penis stood straight up from his loins, and as she 
approached, it jerked with lewd excitement. With both her knees pressing 
against his right hip, Janice placed her left hand on his stomach and her 
right hand on his thigh, then slowly she brought her hands together toward 
the region of his pubic hair. His belly jerked at her familiar touch, but he 
was even more aroused when she wrapped her left hand gently around the base 
of his upstanding member. At the same electrifying moment, her right hand 
ran up between his thighs to cup the soft-skinned sac of his testicles. 

"Haahhh!" The breath escaped his throat and startled even him. He hadn't 
planned to say anything, he was still so unsure of himself, but moaning made 
what she was doing feel even better. 

Moving her long nimble fingers with sensual skill, Janice began to gently 
massage both his balls and his cock. She saw the boy draw in his breath as 
her fingers ran the rigid length of his desire-sensitized cock, and she 
wasted no time getting busy with her warm slippery tongue. Leaning forward 
until her lips were only inches above the swollen purple head, she exhaled 
her warm breath over the taut rubbery flesh. A single tiny drop of eager 
seminal fluid was perched precariously in the dilated slit, and as if hungry 
for it, she flicked her tongue against the tip of his long hard cock. It 
lurched from her obscene contact, and she grasped the base tighter with her 
left hand. Feeling the stirring excitement in his sperm-laden balls, she 
rolled them lightly in her other hand, while his turgid cock jerked crazily 
from the touch of her burning tongue. 

Panting for breath, Peter leaned up to watch what his wanton neighbor was 
doing down at his loins, and he looked just as her small pink tongue flicked 
in and out of her mouth and dotted his aching penis with the heated wetness 
of her saliva. That, combined with the feel of her fingers wrapped around 
the base of his cock, made him shake with unbridled lust. 

Janice could feel the teenager's excitement growing with each up and down 
motion her hand now made around his pulsating cock-shaft. And as his 
heartbeat increased, she tipped her head to the side and ran her tongue 
wetly from the tip down to the red-fringed base of the long column. Then, 
once again hovering her open mouth tantalizingly over the bulbous head, she 
darted her tongue out into the tiny end-slit to taste his pungent 
secretions. The flavor and aroma of this eager boy's naked loins were making 
her own body burn with unbearable desire. A viscous moisture was forming 
between her throbbing cuntal lips at the thought of soon having this hard 
young cock rammed deep into her wanting belly, but for the moment, she 
banished the idea and concentrated on the pleasure at hand. If she got him 
really worked up first, then she would be the one to get a double reward 
later, and it would be well worth it now! 

Steadying her tongue against the underside of his smooth coronal rim, Janice 
opened her mouth wide to encompass the entire bloated head. Slowly she 
lowered her ovalled red lips over his pulsing cock-head, her mouth closing 
firmly around the filling thickness. Running her tongue back and forth with 
furious intensity over the hot-fleshed tip made her saliva flow warmly 
around the whole swollen member, and she groaned as her lips sank lower and 
lower along the tight-veined shaft. 

Peter couldn't believe his eyes as he watched his cock being sucked up into 
Mrs. Harper's tightly rounded mouth. He groaned out loud from the thrill 
that coursed through his entire body, and the sound made Janice double her 
down his burgeoning cock-shaft, pulling with her lips and tongue at the 
taut-stretched skin. 

" Unnnggghhhh!" Peter moaned as the warmth of her mouth sent wild chills 
surging down the length of his rock-hard member, only to rush back upward 
again from the delicate touch of her fingers. Her tongue was like liquid 
fire, and it seemed to know every sensitive part of his cock. It felt as 
though her lips and teeth were drawing his whole being up into the warm 
wetness of her mouth, and the sensation was so fantastic, he thought he was 
hanging on the edge of release. Seeing her dark head bobbing obscenely over 
his naked loins was driving him wild, and he tried to fight back the cum 
that was welling inexorably in his balls. Surely she didn't want him cumming 
in her mouth! But when he opened his own mouth to tell her to slow down if 
she didn't want an accident, all that came out was a short high squeak. And 
when her soft black hair fell forward and brushed his belly with every 
motion of her head, he knew it was a losing battle he was trying to fight. 

Suddenly Janice plunged her lips down over her younger neighbor's entire 
shaft, taking its full length into her hungry throat. It felt like the 
swollen head was pressing against her tonsils, and for a minute she thought 
she would gag. Raising up quickly, she dragged her teeth gently along the 
shaft, leaving white streaks where she had forced the blood from the surface 
of his skin. She gulped back the saliva that flowed freely in her mouth, and 
then plunged her lips down hard again over his rigidly waiting penis. Still 
holding the base with her left hand, she sucked with all her might and 
pumped her hand up and down in lewd rhythm to her slavering lips. His balls 
were cradled in her other hand, and she could feel them growing tight as the 
pressure built within them. Soon the cum that was swirling and churning in 
their convoluted depths would be shooting freely into the greedy well of her 
throat, and she would be ready when it did! 

The sensations pouring through the captive teenager's lust-filled body 
seemed to multiply faster and faster as the kneeling older woman sucked and 
squeezed with greater intensity. Peter was still fighting to hold back his 
climax, but the sight of Mrs. Harper's body, naked and moving above his 
tingling loins, was defeating his purpose. Man, she was something else! Her 
skin was smooth and white, and it was obvious she hadn't worked very hard 
yet at getting a tan, for there were almost no bikini marks at all. Her 
roundly sculpted ass-cheeks were flexing together in time to her fabulous 
sucking of his cock, while her breasts swayed beneath her like two quivering 
mounds of vanilla ice cream, the dark nipples hard and pointed like two 
chocolate bits. He could barely see the upper wisps of her pubic hair where 
it tapered down toward her exciting cunt, but he drove his demanding cock up 
into her ovalled mouth as if he were plunging it into the tight hot passage 
between her legs. It was all too much, and hi belly felt like a rock as he 
tensed for the imminent rush of his sperm up into her open mouth. Any second 
now and he was going t reach the bursting point! 

Janice was totally lost in the sucking of the handsome redhead's pounding 
cock. It ha become part of her senses, and she was jus waiting until the 
promised cum in his drum-tight young balls was shooting out the tip of his 
penis and deep into her voracious throat. She wanted to taste its salty 
heat, to have the thick stick liquid flowing fast into her empty belly. She 
could feel the mushroom-shaped head swelling even larger between her lips, 
and she was sure it was about to explode. Happily, she drove he head down 
the turgid column, and at the same time pumped furiously with her hand, 
feeling the semen beginning to travel its pleasurable route. 

Peter arched his hips up off the satin sheets and cried out loud as his 
whole body seemed to erupt with lust. His cock felt like it was stretching 
out to twice its size in Mrs. Harper's mouth, as the boiling hot cum raced 
up its aching length and burst from the swelled head. He couldn't believe it 
was happening, but he watched wide-eyed as the dark-haired housewife sucked 
insanely at his gushing cock, taking in every single drop of the semen that 
jerked from the buried tip. She was eating him alive and, oh man, he hoped 
it would never end! 

Janice wasn't looking for an end either, as she gulped down the steaming 
flood of cum that was spurting into her willing throat. Still pumping on the 
rigid rod of flesh, she licked and sucked around the head as it kept 
cumming. She drank it down as fast as she could, while her right hand milked 
his shuddering balls for more, but it was too much for her to handle all at 
once, and she was forced to let some of the thick white liquid dribble out 
the corners of her mouth. When it finally stopped, she purred as she licked 
her tongue all over the rubbery flesh to get every bit of the precious cum. 
She was like a hungry cat going for milk, and she was pleased at the way 
Peter reacted. 

At first, Peter fell back on the bed, totally drained of all energy and 
will. He writhed at the licking pleasures Janice was giving him, and the 
realized that she had swiveled around so that he buttocks were up by his 
head. Tentatively h reached his hand out to feel the soft moist flesh of her 
pussy and it felt great, better than he remembered Sandy Valentine's pussy 
feeling. He fondled the warm wet flesh with his fingertips and Janice moaned 
and wriggled her buttocks in response to his touch. Then she started working 
over his loins in a way he had never expected. Her finger moved deftly 
around his deflated cock, beneath his balls and in between the cheeks of his 
sinewy young buttocks. The sensuousness of her touch made his mind fill anew 
with notions of lust, and he wasn't even aware of how his cock was reacting. 
Then he felt her finger pressing up between the cheeks of his ass until it 
made contact with his anus, and the bolt of pleasure that rocked his loins 
made him jab his own finger up between the wet hair-lined lips of her cunt. 

"Aaaaahhhhh!" Janice groaned. "Do you want to fuck me now?" Peter was about 
to say it would be impossible, but then he looked down and saw that his cock 
was hard and ready once more, and he nodded his assent with a lewd little 
grin. 

Peter Carey learned a lot that hot afternoon, but he felt it was only the 
beginning of his education. He was so caught up with Janice Harper in her 
darkened bedroom that he lost all track of time, and only when they went 
into the kitchen for something to drink did he realize he was late for 
dinner. Janice had to laugh, watching him tear into his clothes and rush out 
the door, but she knew he'd be back the next day for more of what she'd 
taught him. 

All the way down the street to his new home, Peter whistled at his good 
fortune in finding Mrs. Harper his first day in Philadelphia. He would tell 
his parents that she had hired him to do lots of yard work, and that way he 
could spend practically the whole summer at the house down the street. Hot 
damn! 

 Chapter Six 

Peter Carey's mother was angry. It was dinner time for the sixth night since 
they had arrived in Philadelphia, and for the fifth night in a row, her son 
was not at the table. 

"Why is he late again, Tom?" she asked her husband rhetorically. "What's so 
important at that Harper woman's house that Peter has to miss dinner every 
night?" Her voice was raspy, and she was dropping the plates on the table 
with a deliberate clatter. 

Tom Carey tried to keep his anger from welling up to the surface, as he had 
no intention of giving his wife the satisfaction of an argument. He didn't 
like Peter to miss dinner either, because at least when their son was 
present, some semblance of cordiality was maintained during the meal. But 
tonight he refused to be pulled into another useless discussion of Peter's 
absence just to satisfy his wife's jealousies. 

"Peter's been working very hard up there, and as long as he's earning some 
extra money on his own, you should be glad he's spending his time so well. 
Put his plate in the oven and keep it warm for him." Peter's father spoke 
without looking up from his own plate, and he stuffed a large bite of 
potatoes in his mouth to end the conversation. 

"It's easy for you to say that. You go into town every day and have no idea 
what goes on around here. There are plenty of things Peter could be doing 
around this house, Tom, but I don't see hide nor hair of him from dawn to 
dusk, and I don't like it!" Her voice was reaching hysteria level, and she 
was doing it on purpose, knowing it would get to him. "Sally Baker, next 
door, told me that woman is up there alone most of the time, and Peter's 
there every day with her. It's not right!" 

Tom Carey took another bite of his dinner so he wouldn't have to answer his 
wife. It depressed him that she was getting on his nerves more and more 
lately. When he'd accepted the new position with his company, it had been 
partly because he'd thought a change of towns might help the situation at 
home. He and Martha hadn't been getting along it seemed for several years, 
and she had found a circle of friends and activities to keep her busy enough 
to justify their infrequent nights together. For some reason, she had lost 
interest in him, and he was sure that most of her activities were just 
excuses for not wanting to have sex with him. Yet, he still hoped that a 
change of scenery would improve her disposition, although they'd been in 
Philadelphia for almost a week now and hadn't balled once yet. Her excuse 
now was being too tired from the move, but Tom expected her to soon be 
finding new reasons to replace that one. And it looked as though, 
temporarily at least, she was going to work herself into a frazzle about 
their son's behavior and use that to fend him off. He felt that he had made 
the effort to create pleasant conditions at their new home, and if his wife 
didn't show some willingness to be agreeable, then he was going to do 
something about it, and soon. 

"I think you should go up there and find out yourself just what Peter is 
doing that's so fascinating," Martha continued after getting no response 
from her placid husband. She looked at him for some reaction, and getting 
none, jabbed a piece of meat with her fork. 

"You don't want the boy to think we're spying on him, do you?" Tom asked 
calmly. 

"Don't be ridiculous! If you won't go up there, then I will!" she answered 
and Tom knew she would do it, too. 

"I'll go, but after dinner. I'm just saying we should be tactful about this. 
We don't want Peter to feel we don't trust him." Tom was fighting to 
maintain his coolness when what he really wanted was to lash out at his 
unfeeling wife. 

"Oh all right. Handle it your way. You make me sound like a shrew, you're so 
lackadaisical about things," she whined, playing the hurt wife now. Tom 
recognized the all-too-familiar tone, and knew that this was one more night 
when he wouldn't get laid. Shit! He had left a very cozy girl friend back in 
Gary as his sacrifice to the reinstatement of their marriage, but he was 
beginning to feel sorry for having done it. If things kept on the way they 
were going, he'd have to find another girl here in Philadelphia, for that 
had been the only way he'd maintained his sanity before. 

"Anything for dessert?" he asked as the last bite of his dinner was still in 
his mouth. He wasn't anxious to go check up on Peter, but he wanted to get 
the meal over with as soon as possible. 

When he had scraped the last of the ice cream from the dish, Tom got up from 
the table without saying a word. He walked into the master bedroom to get a 
jacket, and when he returned to the front hall, Martha was there waiting for 
him. 

"If you think it's necessary, you can invite the Harper woman for cocktails 
on Sunday. It won't hurt being friendly with the neighbors," she said as he 
walked out the door. 

"Okay, dear. That may just get me out of an embarrassing situation." Tom 
smiled at his frowning wife, then headed for the end of the block. It was 
amazing how sociable Martha could be, when she seemed to hate other women so 
much, as though all women who were true women were reminders of what she was 
not. 

As he casually strolled up the street, he hoped he would run into Peter 
coming in the opposite direction, and be saved the trouble of facing the 
Harper woman. Tom had never met the woman, but he had formed a clear picture 
of her in his mind. The way Peter talked, she was a lonely woman probably in 
her fifties, and she spent the whole day talking to Peter while he was 
trying to garden. Tom imagined she would trap him in some endless 
conversation about cats and geraniums tonight, and the idea made him doubly 
mad at his wife for sending him on this foolish errand. 

Nearing the property where his son was supposed to be working, Tom ran his 
hands through his dark hair and tried to concoct some story that would 
justify his dropping in on Mrs. Harper like this. The only excuse he could 
think of was the invitation Martha had suggested, and he rehearsed it in his 
mind as he strolled up the front path. Thinking Peter must be working in the 
backyard, since he didn't see the boy out front, Tom headed around the lawn 
instead of ringing the doorbell. It was when he was beside a large window 
toward the back of the house that he heard voices, and, his curiosity 
aroused, he leaned closer to listen. 

"Look out, Mrs. Harper! I'm going to fuck you until you're yelling for me to 
quit!" The boy inside was saying as he dove onto the bed beside his 
employer. They had been in the shower together, and Janice had been teasing 
him with the spray head. They had both become so excited by the lewd game 
that they had hardly stopped long enough to dry off. 

Janice's naked body glistened in the summer evening sunlight, as she rolled 
playfully across the satin-sheeted bed. Her pussy was afire with tiny sparks 
of lust, and she wanted desperately to have young Peter's rigid cock jamming 
into her moist cuntal passage as hard as possible . . . and as soon as 
possible! Since the previous Sunday when Peter had first come by to do yard 
work, their sexual games had become increasingly abandoned. That was all 
they did and all they wanted to do. In fact, the only time the 
sixteen-year-old redhead had been out in the yard in the last week was one 
afternoon when they sunbathed together in the nude. For all the rest of the 
time, Janice had arranged all sorts of sensual entertainments for them, and 
she had never before had so much fun in bed. She had come to really enjoy 
her illicit affair with young Peter Carey, and she was beginning to resent 
the idea that her husband would be coming home in two days and her fun would 
be over. She had already calculated the schedule by which Peter could come 
over to the house in the daytime when Jerry was at work, so that her spouse 
wouldn't suspect a thing. Probably the affair wouldn't last very long . . . 
young boys had such short attention spans . . . but the sex-hungry brunette 
was determined to take advantage of it for as long as she could. The fun 
they had together was just too good to be true, and when Peter landed on the 
bed next to her, she rolled away from him in mock horror. 

"Oooohhh! Keep your hands off me, you filthy little boy!" she squealed. The 
game today was "rape", and they were both playing their parts to the holt. 
But Janice could hardly keep a straight face when Peter lay down on his back 
with his boyishly erect penis jutting toward the ceiling like a pointing 
finger. 

"I'm going to make you twirl on this!" he said in a threatening tone, trying 
not to laugh. He was indicating his desire-hardened cock, and Janice's eyes 
grew wide in response to his demand. 

"No! Ohhh nnooooooo!" she cried in feigned terror. "It's too biiiigggg!" But 
at the same time she was protesting, she was moving across the wide bed to 
caress his fleshy member. 

Listening outside at the window, Peter's father was about to turn away and 
leave the yard. On first instinct, he was sure he had walked into the wrong 
yard. But though the voices inside were muffled somewhat, he was certain 
that the youthful one he'd heard belonged to his own son. He couldn't 
believe he was hearing correctly, but it sounded like his teenage son was 
actually raping this old woman, Mrs. Harper! What else could it be. 

Rightly alarmed, Tom Carey headed quickly around the edge of the house, 
looking for a way inside. His only thought was to stop Peter before it was 
too late, and he had visions of the boy going to prison for rape. The 
scandal would ruin not only the boy's life but the entire family's as well, 
and he knew he had to find a way into the house and break up the incident. 

Finding no open doors at the back of the house, Carey ran back to the front 
and tried the main door. Incredibly, the latch was open, and he hurried 
inside, looking for a route that would take him to the corner of the house 
where he'd heard the voices. Then he heard a new sound that made him freeze 
in his tracks. 

"Ooohhhh, Mrs. Harper! You've got such a soft pussy!" Peter groaned, raising 
his hips up from the bed to push his swollen cock up into the wet 
hair-rimmed flesh of the older woman's cunt. Janice was straddling his hips, 
her loins an inviting target for his tight-drawn penis. Peter was still 
lying on his back, and he had to draw his knees up to get the leverage he 
wanted, as he coaxed the blunt rubbery head of his member into the 
dark-fringed pink slit spread so enticingly open above him. 

"I'll sit on you, darling! Hold still!" Janice cooed, as she circled his 
blood-engorged shaft with her fingers and pushed him back. Peter lay out 
flat again to enjoy the pleasures that Janice knew so well how to give. 
Slowly, tantalizingly, she began to move his pulsating cock-shaft back and 
forth at the juncture of her widespread thighs, working it wetly in between 
the desire-flushed lips of her waiting cunt with great care. 

Unmoving and unbreathing in the hallway, Tom Carey knew that he had been 
mistaken about what he'd heard from outside the house. This was certainly no 
rape! He knew that the chivalrous thing to do was to leave quietly, but his 
curiosity was getting the better of him. He knew what was happening in the 
room at the end of the hall, and he didn't want to interrupt it at all now. 
But what he did want, as he moved closer and closer to the open bedroom 
door, was to see this Mrs. Harper woman. With a sexy voice like that, if she 
was anywhere near fifty, then he was the king of Sweden. 

Taking careful steps so as not to be heard, Peter's father worked his way 
down the hall, moving faster only when he heard the groans of pleasure 
coming from his son. Reaching the doorway, he leaned cautiously forward to 
look around the jamb, and he understood immediately why his son had been so 
late coming home for dinner this past week. The first thing he saw were the 
smoothly rounded cheeks of an obviously beautiful young woman's buttocks. 
Her firm tan thighs were spread wide apart on either side of his son's hips, 
and she was holding his turgid penis with one hand while she worked it back 
and forth in the moist pink flesh of her naked pussy. Although kneeling, the 
dark-haired Harper was leaning forward slightly, and Tom could see just a 
hint of her breasts as they swayed voluptuously over Peter's prostrate form. 
The boy was looking directly up at her, his palms rubbing her lustily 
stiffened nipples. Her smooth brown back was arched inward, a sloping curve 
of tan flesh leading down to the melon-ripe cheeks of her buttocks. And it 
was those two half-moons of mouth-watering flesh that held Tom Carey's 
stare. The rousing sight made his penis lurch into hungry erection, and 
unconsciously he began rubbing the growing bulge in his pants with his hand. 

"Oooohhhh Peter! Your cock is so hot on my little pussy! Mmmmnnnnn!" Janice 
moaned as she found the entrance to her love-starved vagina with its bulbous 
tip. Wiggling her ass-cheeks sensually back and forth without taking his 
excited member inside her cunt, she taunted him with more words. "Tell me 
how you're going to fuck me," she demanded, and Peter moaned out loud before 
he could reply. 

Weak with lust, the boy raised his head to look down beneath her lewdly 
hovering body to the shiny dark triangle of her pubic hair, and he arched 
his hips abruptly upward in a vain attempt to drive his bursting cock into 
the depths of her womb. 

"M-Mrs. Harper . . . make your pussy come down slowly over my prick. Do it 
so I can feel every part of your tight hot cunt," he begged. His fingers dug 
cruelly into her tender breast flesh as a twinge of desire knotted his young 
loins, and Janice made a low throaty sound in response. 

With an admiring slowness, Janice ran her hand down the length of his 
throbbing cock-shaft until she felt the few sparse strands of immature pubic 
hair at his groin. Then she reached down between his thighs to cup the 
soft-skinned sac of his testicles in her palm. 

"There's a lot of cum waiting in there for me, isn't there, darling?" she 
questioned in a sexy voice. She worked her fingers nimbly over the 
pressure-sensitive balls as though weighing the liquid contained within. 

"Yeah! Shit! I sure do!" Peter groaned in answer. 

His desire-filled penis seemed to grow larger when she spoke, and without 
hesitating another second, she lowered her hips just enough so that the 
rubbery head of his cock sank inside her tight cuntal opening, but no more. 
She held him there groaning, as the soft pink flesh of her pussy entrance 
tantalized his aching penile head with its steaming warmth. The heat of her 
flowing cuntal secretions seemed to permeate the whole of his penis, as 
small drops ran slowly down the lust-sensitized shaft. 

Peter raised his head again and popped his mouth open to pull one of her 
stiffened pink nipples into the confines of his hungry lips. He nipped and 
licked on the little bud as his brain reeled with the sensations assaulting 
his loins. Mrs. Harper's tight vaginal passage seemed to part like warm 
butter over the taut-skinned head of his hard member, while the slick warm 
walls devoured him with pleasure. Inch by torturous inch she took his 
jerking shaft up into her greedy belly, and she moaned out loud as he nipped 
her swollen breasts with his sharp teeth. 

Peter's father knew he shouldn't be standing there watching this obscene 
display, but try as he might to turn and go, his feet wouldn't cooperate. 
The scene on the bed was too stimulating to ignore, and his own excitement 
was getting the best of him. From his vantage point in the doorway, he could 
clearly see the older woman's glistening pink pussy working its way 
gradually down over the blood-hardened rod of flesh that thrust up boyishly 
from his son's loins. It didn't take much effort for him to imagine what her 
cunt would feel like wrapped around his own long-denied penis, and the 
thought made the pressure in his balls become unbearable. It had been too 
damn long since he'd gotten laid, and he needed to set his cock free from 
the too-tight confines of his pants to stop the aching. He, too, wanted to 
fuck this sensually willing brunette who was lowering her wet vagina down 
over his son's hard upstanding penis. 

Oblivious of the audience, though, Janice felt the churning in her belly 
building to a crescendo, even as she tried to prolong the consumption of 
Peter's rigid shaft up inside. The blunt hot head was stretching the walls 
of her tingling passage like a bulldozer moving earth, and the nerves in her 
cunt were transmitting every lewd sensation to her brain. Each time she 
descended to take in more of the boy's hard penis, she felt more intense 
pleasure in her womb, and she had to force herself to move as slowly as 
possible and not rush it. Peter's lips and teeth and tongue were attacking 
both her breasts now, and she was desperate to feel her whole body consumed 
by the lascivious pleasure of being totally fucked. A dozen cocks wouldn't 
be too many, she was so ripe for sheer physical fulfillment. Giving Peter's 
sperm-filled balls one last squeeze before she had to move her hand out of 
the way only made the boy tremble and groan with the passion mounting in his 
teenage loins. Then she leaned farther forward and slid her tight vaginal 
passage all the rest of the way down his long column. She felt the brush of 
his pubic hair pressing maddeningly into the fleshy folds of her vagina, as 
she completely covered his hard young cock with her pussy. She ground her 
pelvis luxuriously against the base of his cock and felt the knobby end 
pressing rubberily into the tip of her cervix, sending tiny shocks of 
pleasure shooting through the depths of her womb. It felt so good that for a 
long moment she just stayed motionless in that position. 

"Oooohhhhhhh Peter! You feel so hard and hot! Oh Goddd!" Janice moaned as 
she wiggled her vagina down on his cock. 

Peter stopped his lust-crazed sucking on her breasts, and looked down 
between their tightly joined bodies at the tangle of their twined pubic 
hair, red and black meshed in an obscene clasp of love. The fist-tight 
warmth of her cuntal passage around his aching cock was making it grow more, 
and he felt the sheer lust in his body in every nerve end. Several times he 
flexed his cock to hear the older woman moan with ecstatic pleasure, and 
then he dropped his head back on the satin pillow. 

"Push your tits into my chest!" he pleaded with her as he wrapped his arms 
up around Janice's back. Not waiting for her to comply, he pulled his upper 
torso down hard on top of him, planting his mouth wetly against the soft 
skin of her neck. 

Tom Carey was agape at the sight of Janice's sensual buttocks, and he could 
clearly see where his son's red-flushed cock was shoved up inside her 
widespread cunt. Her tanned legs were spread out lewdly on either side of 
young Peter's thighs, and the sight made Tom want desperately to have his 
cock inside her too. His lust overtaking his senses, the sex-hungry older 
man began peeling off his clothes while still standing in the doorway to the 
bedroom. He just had to get a piece of that luscious broad on top of his 
son! Kicking off his shoes, he dropped his pants down around his ankles and 
stepped out of them, leaving a heap of clothes on the floor. His 
lust-engorged cock was itching to be wrapped with her hot cuntal flesh, and 
it stood out from his body like a battle-ready spear. Still wearing his 
socks and his shirt and jacket, Tom tiptoed into the bedroom, and he got all 
the way to the foot of the double bed before Peter noticed him. 

"Dad!" the boy croaked, his mind awhirl with the shock of the sudden 
appearance. Janice had her head buried in the pillow next to Peter's 
shoulder, and she didn't realize that Peter was actually talking about his 
father until she felt the weight of someone else climb onto the bed. 

"Nice ride you're having, son! Mind if I get a little of the action?" Tom 
Carey said as he crawled up between his son's legs. His eyes were shiny with 
lust, and he was staring at the invitingly rounded moons of Janice Harper's 
buttocks. 

"I . . . I . . . " Peter stammered, totally confused by the entrance of his 
naked father. At first he'd thought he was in trouble for being found out, 
but his father's actions were somehow out of line for any accusation of 
crime on his part. 

"Don't worry, son, we can both fuck her at once. Wait and see!" Tom was 
pushing Peter's legs apart so that he could get close up to Janice's 
smoothly upturned ass-cheeks. 

When Janice heard the man's husky voice, she took a moment to put it all 
together in her mind, but she knew for sure that she was in for a double 
fuck. The idea was exciting, and she didn't say anything in protest, waiting 
to see what the confrontation between Peter and his father would bring. She 
twisted her head around to see the man kneeling up behind her on the bed, 
and her eyes focused immediately on the huge thick-veined shaft of male 
flesh pointing straight out toward the crease of her buttocks. 

"W-What are you going to do, Dad?" Peter asked in an uncertain tone. His 
guilt and embarrassment made him want to jump up from the bed and run, but 
he was pinned helplessly beneath Janice's body. He began to feel more at 
ease when he realized his father wasn't going to beat him, but he couldn't 
quite figure out what his parent had in mind for fucking the dark-haired 
housewife. 

"I'll take her in the ass while you screw her in the cunt!" his father 
commanded, and he reached out for Janice's beckoning ass-cheeks, pressing 
his thumbs into the soft yielding crevice to spread them apart. The sight of 
her tiny hairless anus made his cock lurch with impatience, and he became 
more excited as he thought of how tight and hot that puckered little opening 
was going to feel. 

Peter was not only relieved at being out of trouble, but he was also 
thrilled at the prospect of fucking Mrs. Harper in tandem with his father. 
Why not? He'd already tried just about everything else in sex with her, but 
he had yet to do it with a third party. And he'd never seen her fucked in 
the ass! The redheaded teenager was a little envious when it occurred to him 
that his father was getting her ass before Peter'd even known it was 
possible to fuck that way, but then he figured it wasn't really important 
who got it first, since he probably wouldn't have found out about it without 
his dad's sudden arrival. He didn't give any thought to the object of their 
planned duet until Janice suddenly spoke up. 

"Wait! You'll tear me apart!" she yelled when she felt the air blowing 
frighteningly across her revealed anus. As much as the idea of having two 
men at the same time stimulated her, it also alarmed her to think how 
painful it would be to have this half-naked man's massive penis plowing into 
her back there. It was much too big for her to take in her virginal rectum, 
and the fear of it took precedence over her desire. 

"Don't worry! Relax and it'll feel great!" Tom reassured her, and she could 
tell by his expression that he was determined to go ahead no matter what she 
said. She could feel Peter's smaller erection throbbing comfortingly in the 
depths of her vagina, and she knew the idea was stimulating him too. The 
sheer lewdness of the plan did excite her, but one final plea came tumbling 
from her lips anyway. 

"Oh Peter! Tell your father to be gentle!" Janice's voice cracked as she 
spoke, and she drew her breath in sharply at the touch of Tom's forefinger 
searching against her anus. 

"Don't believe we've had the pleasure, ma'am," he said in mock politeness. 
"My name's Tom Carey, and pretty soon you'll be meeting another member of 
the family!" He chuckled obscenely as his finger pressed forward into the 
puckered ring of her anus. His balls were aching for the release of his 
stored-up cum, so he proceeded as quickly as he could without making it too 
painful for Janice. Worming his finger inside the tight hairless opening, he 
thrust it up to the second joint in one smooth jab, and he saw her 
hair-fringed cunt contract around Peter's penis below. 

"Aauuggghhh!" Janice groaned, but it was from pleasure, and not from the 
pain that she'd expected to feel. The thick hard finger in her rectum gave 
her a strange new sensation in the pit of her belly, and she squirmed on top 
of Peter as he slowly withdrew a part of his swollen cock from her cunt. 

Tom shoved his finger in as far as it would reach, and then circled it 
around in the hot rubbery flesh of her rectum to prepare her for the 
thickness of his cock. When he added a second outstretched finger to the 
constricted passage, Janice gasped in surprise, but he kept working them in 
and out while Peter began fucking up into her open cunt from below. He could 
feel the movement of his son's cock through the thin membrane of flesh that 
separated the two passages of the housewife's loins, and his own cock jerked 
hotly in anticipation of getting into her tight little anus in a very short 
time. 

Driving his cock in and out of Janice's warm wet cunt in short strokes, 
Peter tried to keep his mind off what was about to happen. He was afraid he 
was going to start cumming right away from the unbearable pressure of her 
loins around his bursting member. He could tell by her half-closed eyes and 
her delirious smile that she liked having his father's fingers in her anus, 
and her cunt was rippling and sucking tighter on his cock with each lunge 
into her skewered rectum. Then she began raising her buttocks up with each 
of his strokes into her clasping vagina, and her breath on his neck same in 
short hot bursts. 

"Yeesssss! Ohhhh yeesssssss! Fuck my ass!" Janice found herself saying. The 
thrill of Tom Carey's fingers sawing into her rectum had made her forget for 
the moment her fears of his massive cock. The feel of his son's demanding 
penis pushing up deep into her womb, and the thought of having two male 
cocks pumping sperm into her helpless belly at the same time made her body 
burn with passion. 

Tom couldn't wait any longer, and he pulled his fingers abruptly from the 
greedy grasp of Janice's rectum. With her anus loosened up slightly, he 
figured she was ready to take the far greater size of his eager cock. 
Holding his erect member in one hand, he spread her ass-cheeks with the 
other and moved forward between his son's legs to tease the thick purple 
head against her tight-petaled nether opening. Then pushing his hips closer, 
he squirmed his blood-filled cock-head into the elastic ring of her flesh. 
At first he shoved gently, but when he realized that her anus was still too 
tight and she was clenching it against him in fearful reflex, he shoved with 
greater and greater force. 

"No! Nnnoooo, stop! You're too big!" Janice wailed as the pressure of his 
lust-inflamed penis became too much to bear. The pain was building as he 
pressed harder between her buttocks, and she was sure she was going to split 
apart before the murderously thick shaft got inside. 

But Tom wouldn't quit. Instead, he pushed forward with more force until he 
felt her relax her muscles from sheer exhaustion. Then with one great shove, 
the tiny little ring of her resisting anus seemed to pop open over his 
thickened cock-head and grab it like a rubber band. The whole bulbous head 
of his penis was now held tightly within her warm tight rectum. 

"Aaaaggggghhhh!" Janice screamed in agony as her virginal anus was stretched 
unnaturally wide by the older man's cruel entry. The pain seemed to sear 
through her loins like a flash fire, and she clenched her teeth as her eyes 
lost focus for a minute. After the initial pain, though, the black-haired 
woman felt a strange sensation of both pain and pleasure as her teenage 
lover continued to screw his sturdy penis in and out of her pussy from 
below. Nonetheless, she tried to forestall any further penetration by his 
father's thickened cock-shaft, but it was difficult to do when she was being 
held tight in Peter's arms. 

"Oh Jesus, lady, are you tight back here!" Tom Carey groaned. Just feeling 
her on the tip of his cock made him want to have his entire pulsating length 
buried inside her hot rectum, and he shoved forward again. 

"Oh God! Stop! Please, no more!" Janice begged as he sank into her a full 
hard inch. But she knew that there was no stopping his hot brutal thrusts. 
She tried to relax the muscles in her rectum, but they seemed to clamp down 
that much firmer on the giant burrowing shaft. 

"Hey, Dad, take it easy!" Peter said as he felt Janice struggle in his arms. 
He wasn't sure if her moans were from pain or pleasure, because her cunt was 
still clasping wildly around his pistoning young cock. But he sure wished 
his father would hurry up and get into her ass. 

Tom wasn't listening to anything, since his mind was totally absorbed by the 
effort of getting his cock all the way inside this hot little bitch's 
tightly clenching rectum. His balls were pounding with pent-up sperm, and 
the sensations at the tip of his cock made him want to shoot his load right 
then and there. With desperate shove, he drove his cock the last final 
distance into the warm rubbery depths of her defenseless rectum. His wiry 
dark pubic hair ground tightly into her soft-fleshed buttocks as his hard 
pulsating member probed to its maximum depth. 

"Arrgghhhh!" came the cry from Janice's parted lips. She felt as though she 
had been impaled by a red-hot iron poker, and she pressed her face into the 
pillow by Peter's head as the pain slammed through her body. She was sure 
had split her open back there, and she was afraid to move for fear of 
increasing the damage. All her senses were concentrated on the blinding pain 
in her rectum when Peter's father flexed his mighty weapon, but then she 
felt the burning sensation deep within her womb again, and became aware once 
more of the pleasure these two men were giving her. For a moment there, the 
flame of desire had died down, but now it was reigniting into a raging fire. 
There were two hard male cocks pushed up between her thighs, and they were 
both going to fuck her now at the same time! 

"Jesus Christ!" Tom yelled as he realized that his massive penis was clamped 
full-length inside the Harper woman's steaming young rectum. If he'd thought 
anything this good was going to happen when his wife sent him down here, he 
would never have taken so long over dinner! He flexed himself several times 
to loosen still more the already stretching passage, and listened to 
Janice's moans become more like cries of encouragement. Slowly, then, he 
withdrew until only the blood-engorged head of his cock remained grasped 
inside her anus. Her body seemed limp and lifeless sandwiched between father 
and son, but he slowly plunged his penis back into the heated passage of her 
rectum. 

'' N n n n g g gggm m m ! Aaarrrhhhh! Oooohhhhh!" Janice felt a masochistic 
arousal spreading through her flesh from the lewd dual assault on her loins, 
but she was limp from the anguish of his initial entry into her anus. When 
his cock plowed into her rectum again, she didn't feel a return of pain, but 
rather, a new sensation ran up her spine to her brain. As his penis reached 
its full depth, she could feel the tickle of his wiry pubic hair in the 
sensitive spread of her buttocks, and she rocked up slightly to transfer the 
thrill to her vagina. She was really being fucked! Fucked as she had never 
been fucked before, and the feeling was great! 

"Ohhhh yesssss! Fuck my ass! Fuck me, both of you!" she pleaded as Peter and 
his father began to seesaw in and out in a broken rhythm. Gradually they 
worked into a synchronized timing, and their long hard shafts sliced in and 
out of her helpless body with a smooth rolling motion. 

As Peter withdrew from her cunt, she arched her hips up to take his father's 
thick member to its full length inside her rectum. Then Peter would drive 
inward again, and she would roll her belly down to take all of him up into 
her womb. 

It felt good, sooo good, and she clenched and relaxed her muscles smoothly 
as the twin cocks pounded her loins with pleasure. 

Tom leaned forward across Janice's back, his jacket zipper scoring her 
flesh, as he drove his excited cock into the depths of her rectum, and he 
could feel the answering plunge of his teenage son's penis below as the boy 
raised his hips back. Janice's widestretched anus seemed to suck his cock 
inward and then pull at it as he strove to withdraw. The elastic nether 
muscle rolled in and out around his lust-heavy member with the motion of his 
fucking. His balls were drawn up tight with the pressure of his sperm, and 
the feeling in his gut told him his climax was approaching. 

Sinking his teeth into the neck of the voluptuous woman above him, Tom's son 
felt a mounting urge for his own release, as he shoved his young cock deep 
into the heated clasp of her pussy. Mrs. Harper must be close, too, he 
thought, for her moans and breathing against his neck seemed to change into 
a short staccato rhythm as the dual fucking grew in intensity. It was all 
too unbelievable, fucking a woman as sexy as she was, and together with his 
own dad! 

The three obscenely locked bodies rolled together on the bed, Janice 
sandwiched between the two men and being buffeted about like a ragdoll of 
hot passionate flesh. The urgency of their fucking grew greater with each 
faster thrust from the two skewering cocks. Janice felt her belly beginning 
to jerk with the old familiar spasms of pleasure, and knew that her ecstasy 
was about to peak. She ran her tongue over her dry lips and groaned 
incessantly as first her cunt and then her rectum were filled with rock-hard 
male flesh, and she wiggled her buttocks in favor of the lewd assault like 
wanton whore. Then suddenly, with so little warning that she couldn't catch 
her breath, her womb convulsed and began rippling through her climax in wild 
spasmodic bursts. 

"Oh, oh God!" she gasped. "I'm c-cummiiinnnggggg!" Her voice rose in pitch 
until it was almost a wail of pure sensual bliss, as she bucked hungrily 
back and forth between the two men whose cocks were buried in her body to 
the hilt. The viscous wet softness of her cuntal secretions dribbled down 
around Peter's deeply sunk member and out over his tight young balls. 

Tom Carey could feel her cuntal passage contracting around his son's penis, 
and he shoved his own shaft hard between her lust-tensed ass-cheeks. The 
sensation of her unbridled climax set his own cum loose, and he felt the 
boiling rush upward along the length of his jerking penis as his semen 
exploded out into freedom. In great belly-rending bursts it came, shooting 
deep into the groaning housewife's ravished rectum. And at the same time, 
Tom could feel Peter's cock pulsing out its simultaneous release, and both 
father and son were pumping their cum far up into their mutual lover's 
gyrating belly. 

" Aaaggghhhhhh! Ooooohhhhhhh! Yyyyessssssssss!" Janice was out of her mind 
with bliss as the two rods of lust-hardened male flesh began filling her 
loins with their scalding hot cum. She felt the warm thick liquid flooding 
her tingling rectum, while her womb was filled with Peter's cum in equal 
frenzy. Her whole body was vibrating with lust, buffeted back and forth in 
orgasmic joy, and her belly exploded again and again with repeated climaxes 
of her own. It was more than she had ever imagined sex would be, and she was 
completely and totally absorbed by the pleasures of the dual fucking. 

"More! More! Oh God, give me more of your cum!" she moaned as the two 
penises continued their sensation-giving spurts into the very center of her 
loins. The triple climax seemed to go on and on, Tom Carey's ramming cock 
stretching her rectum still further to accommodate his burgeoning thickness, 
and his son's penis still pistoning in and out of her cum-seared cunt in hot 
little jerks. Their bodies were damp from the heat of their and they clung 
together in mutual ecstasy as they rode out the last tremblings of their 
climax. 

With loins still lewdly coupled, they lay in panting harmony for several 
long minutes, each trying desperately to find his breath. Tom raised himself 
up first, and kneeling between his son's legs, looked right at the tight 
ring of Janice's anal flesh clinging hungrily around his still-hard penis. 
Slowly, he backed away, pulling his pulsing cock from the sperm-flooded 
depths of her rectum in a long whooshing slide, and a thin trail of his 
milk-white semen hung suspended in the air from his purplish cock-head to 
the hairless little pucker of her anus once he'd pulled free. 

"Damn! Haven't had a fuck like that in years!" the older man groaned as he 
rolled over to the other side of the bed. With the weight of his father 
gone, Peter now pulled Janice down beside him on the bed and eased his 
deflating young penis from her satiated loins. 

Janice had tears in her eyes from the pleasure the two men had just given 
her, and she smiled as she reached for her young lover's hand. "Promise me 
you'll fuck me like that again soon," she said, and Peter squeezed her hand 
in eager response before getting up to dress. 

"Better get a move on, son," Tom Carey said to his boy. "Your nosy mother 
will be wondering what happened to us!" 

Jolted back to reality, Peter beat his father getting dressed, and then 
threw Janice a kiss before racing out of the house with his father. The two 
of them didn't say a word as they headed down the street to their home, but 
Peter was thinking happily about his newfound kinship with his dad. Maybe he 
was only sixteen, but his father obviously now thought of him as a respected 
equal. They'd shared a woman! 

 Chapter Seven 

It was evening, but the sky was still light on the horizon when Jerry Harper 
drove his car up to the garage and pressed the button on the dashboard to 
open the garage door. He coasted the car inside, shutting off the engine 
before coming to a complete stop, and got out without closing the car door 
behind him. Hitting the button before going into the kitchen, he activated 
the control which automatically lowered the garage door, and then he headed 
into the house. 

His usual smile didn't fade when he heard a cry that had to be his wife's 
voice, coming from the master bedroom. The thought flashed through his mind 
that it had finally happened, that she had taken a lover. There was no doubt 
that there was a man in the room with her, but the young sales manager 
didn't expect to see two men when he peered around the bedroom door. The 
impact made him recoil for a minute, and he looked again to make sure he 
hadn't see double. 

There was Janice, sandwiched between the two men, or rather a boy and an 
older man, and he listened to his wife's moans as the one on top drove his 
thick penis into her rectum. 

"Hey, Dad, take it easy!" the boy said, and Jerry wondered if the man on top 
was really the boy's father. He narrowed his eyes to see more clearly what 
was happening to his spouse, and now it was obvious that the boy under 
Janice had his cock shoved deep inside her voraciously clasping cunt. The 
two men were fucking her simultaneously, and it was apparent from he moans 
that they weren't raping her! For one insane moment, Jerry wanted to dash 
into the bedroom and break up the bizarre scene, or join it, or both ... he 
didn't know. But then the older man suddenly shoved his entire cock all the 
way into Janice's wide-stretched anus, and she let out a loud cry of 
ecstasy. That cry somehow riveted her husband in the doorway, and he stayed 
where he was, his heart pounding hard from the excitement of the lewd scene. 

He couldn't help wondering how Janice had gotten herself into such a lewd 
coupling with the two males, and he guessed she must have known one or both 
of them already. He could see into Janice's dressing room, and it was 
obvious by the way one set of men's clothing was neatly folded that they had 
been playing around for some time. But it was the pile of shoes and shorts 
and trousers at his feet that made Jerry think the second man had come upon 
the scene by accident. 

"Ohhhhh yesssss! Fuck my ass! Fuck me, both of you!" 

Jerry's attention was drawn back to the bed, and if he'd ever had any doubt, 
he could now see for sure that his wife was actually enjoying the big cock 
sunk all the way into her untried rectum. The way she was rolling her 
buttocks up to the hard-driving shaft made that all too clear. She was in a 
state of ecstasy, taking both the lust-stiffened cocks like a wild bitch, 
and the wanton lewdness of the scene made Jerry's loins ache in sympathetic 
arousal. His young wife was more excited than he'd ever seen her before, and 
he watched wide-eyed as the trio rocked hotly on the bed. 

It was all unbelievable, and Jerry just stared as the fucking became more 
and more intense, approaching a mutual climax. When Janice screamed out her 
release, Jerry watched for a few more minutes longer as the two men began 
ejaculating into her quivering belly, and then he turned from the doorway. 
Moving quietly, even though it was not necessary, he went down the hall and 
into the kitchen to wait for the orgy to end. Maybe he should leave, since 
he'd arrived home two days early and maybe Janice was planning to spend the 
night with the two guys. 

So many thoughts were filling his brain that he scarcely had time to 
consider the alternatives before he heard the man and boy hustling quickly 
down the hallway. Jerry heard the front door open and close, and then the 
house was quiet. He started toward the master bedroom, but then thought 
maybe he ought to give Janice a little longer to recuperate from the double 
screwing she'd just received before he surprised her. Walking out to the 
garage instead, he hit the switch that opened the garage door. He waited a 
few minutes and then slammed his car door shut and headed back to the 
kitchen. On the way, he tripped the switch to close the garage door, and 
took his time before calling out to his wife. 

"Janice!" he shouted from the kitchen. "I'm home, honey!" Jerry listened for 
a response and heard hurried footsteps coming down the hall from the master 
bedroom. When his wife appeared, he was surprised to see that she'd managed 
to get dressed in the time he'd given her. 

"Darling!" Janice cried, running to him with her arms outstretched. Jerry 
kissed her on the lips, and when her body pressed against his loins, he 
realized he still had an erection. The thought of fucking her in the ass 
flashed through his mind, but first he wanted to clear up matters. 

Janice was really glad to see her handsome husband, and she was equally glad 
he hadn't arrived home a few minutes earlier. Still she found it difficult 
to look him in the eye when their kiss finally ended. She knew she'd cheated 
on him, and his typical smile made her feel even worse for having done so. 
She tried her best to act normally, even though the thick hot sperm of two 
other men lay heavy in her belly and continued to ooze out onto her firm 
inner thighs. 

"Honey, I'm so happy you're back early. It's been so lonely here without 
you," she said, and he didn't have to hide his raised eyebrows, because she 
had turned away toward the refrigerator. "You must be tired from the flight. 
Can I fix you a drink?" 

"I'll have one if you join me," Jerry said, turning her around to face him 
and looking deep into her pale blue eyes. She smiled up at him, but he could 
see the degree to which she was disturbed. 

"Okay. Sure, I'll have a drink," Janice answered, and she fought back the 
tears that welled up in her eyes. As Jerry explained how he'd gotten his 
business taken care of fast in Chicago, she took ice out of the freezer and 
filled two martini glasses. Jerry already had the vodka and vermouth out 
when she handed him the glasses, and she immediately went back to the 
refrigerator for the olives. Jerry handed her a drink, while she offered him 
an olive, and the cool glass in her hand made her feel a little better. But 
when Jerry held up his glass to her, she began to tremble from nervousness. 

"To us!" her husband said, and he clinked his glass against hers. Janice 
took a large gulp of her drink for the courage she needed, for she had made 
up her mind to tell Jerry what she had done in his absence. 

"I want to tell you something, darling," she started hesitantly. Her 
marriage might be finished tonight, and God knew she didn't want it to end, 
but she couldn't keep her illicit activities from Jerry and still be able to 
face him. 

"Tell me in the bedroom. Okay? I want to get out of these sticky clothes and 
into a shower." 

He knew very well what she wanted to tell him, and he wanted the timing to 
be just right. 

The plot worked, for Janice followed him right down the hallway to the 
bedroom like a dog after his master. Once in the bedroom, she sat down on 
the edge of the rumpled bed and steeled herself again for her confession. 

"Sweetheart, I know what you're trying to say," Jerry said suddenly before 
she had a chance to speak. He began pulling off his clothes, carefully 
folding each item and putting it neatly away in his dressing room. Janice 
was stunned by his comment, and she sat silently watching him move back and 
forth between the two rooms, wondering if there was any way he could 
possibly know about her affair. 

Pacing the room in his underwear while his wife sat nervously fidgeting, 
Jerry continued. "I know what's been going on in this house since I left, 
and I want you to understand my feelings before you go off in a fit of 
guilt." He could see from her expression that she didn't believe what he was 
saying, so he decided to clear up the doubt immediately. "I arrived home 
much earlier than you think, Janice." 

The statement was direct and hard, and although Janice had expected her 
husband to be angry, his words hit her like a blow in the head. 

"You can tell me whatever you like about what you've been doing, and it 
won't matter, Janice," he continued. "I think you still want to be my wife, 
and I want you to know that I understand. Do you hear me?" Jerry spoke in a 
gentle voice, although the smile was gone, and he stood still, waiting for 
Janice's reaction to his words. 

It was all out in the open. Jerry didn't know exactly what she had done, but 
he knew that she had been unfaithful to him. She had no more reason to hide 
her shame, and she looked up directly into his eyes. Instead of feeling bad, 
Janice felt greatly relieved at not having to tell Jerry what had happened. 
It was obvious that he didn't require an explanation of her actions, and she 
wasn't sure how she could explain them anyway. But surely she would have to 
pay somehow for the wrong she had done him. 

"What do you want me to do?" she said in a voice that was almost a whisper. 

"I want you to stop letting it bother you," he answered, and his usual smile 
returned to his lips. He could see that Janice was confused by his reply, 
but he waited for her to grasp it fully. 

"You must hate me for what I've done," she said softly. 

"No! On the contrary, I'm afraid you must hate me for not recognizing your 
needs sooner," he said, tilting her face up to his. "You've never complained 
about my trips away, and you must have been all torn up inside because of 
them. How can I blame you for something I've created? Can't you see that I 
understand?" Jerry looked at Janice with all the sympathy he could muster, 
sincerely wanting her to believe that he was at fault. 

"You mean you think I hate you for not being here all the time?" Janice 
asked incredulously. 

"Yes. Don't you?" 

"Oh darling! Never in a million years! It was my own weakness that brought 
this on, and I've treated you terribly!" Janice held out her arms to her 
husband and pulled him in close to her, wanting to show him how much she 
loved him. 

"Listen, honey," Jerry said, his voice smothered against her dark soft hair. 
"I want you to know I won't ever hold it against you for any lovers you may 
have had, or may still have in the future. If you need a man when I'm away 
on business trips, then go ahead and have a casual affair. You deserve it. 
and I won't stop loving you because of it." He spoke as if the case was 
closed. She could do whatever she liked and it wouldn't hurt their marriage 
at all. And as if to seal his statement, Jerry reached up under her 
housedress, his overstretched middle finger boldly seeking her still-moist 
vagina. 

"Oooohhhh darling," Janice squealed at his touch. "If that's what you want, 
I'll do as you say." Her voice grew soft, and she lay back on the mattress, 
feeling the gentle probing of his fingers on her easily aroused pussy flesh. 
With many thoughts crowding her brain, she closed her eyes, happy with the 
man she'd married. He was so understanding. And she knew that whether she 
decided to continue having affairs or not, Jerry would always be the only 
real man in her life. 

His fingers were working down around her cum-smeared buttocks now, and when 
he pressed against her anus, she felt her body come to life again. Opening 
her eyes, she saw that he had pulled off his shorts, and his 
desire-stiffened penis stood out promisingly from his blond-haired loins. 
She knew what he wanted, and she was ready for anything, as she unbuttoned 
her dress and felt his lips press hot and wet against her naked skin. 

 Chapter Eight 

The bed bounced from the shock of his forward thrust, and again Jerry Harper 
drew back until his huge hard cock was almost completely withdrawn from her 
grasping vagina. He looked down between their lewdly linked bodies once 
before slamming his throbbing member back into the heated softness of her 
womb. The glistening pinkness of her hair-lined cuntal lips pulled hungrily 
at his thickened penis each time he exited, and was stuffed up inside each 
time he drove mercilessly forward again. The blunt rubbery head of his cock 
plunged deep, and he could feel it striking her spongy cervix with every 
forceful lunge. 

"Ooooohhhh baby, you feel soooo gooodddd!" she moaned, raising her hips 
after him to prevent his release. 

Jerry lay flat out against her voluptuously twisting body, pressing his 
muscular chest into the soft full mounds of her widespread breasts. 

The taut little nipples were digging hard into his skin, urging him on like 
tiny pinpricks of lust assaulting his body. Reaching his arm down, he 
touched her smooth thigh, and she instinctively raised her knees up high. He 
could feel her soft inner thighs brushing along his hips as her legs rose on 
either side of him, and the feeling pushed him to thrust harder. Running one 
hand over the gentle curve of her ripely quivering buttocks, he worked his 
fingers into the crevice to find the hairless little opening that led to her 
rectum. Her anus seemed to grasp at his finger as it brushed past, and he 
returned to push up inside until his finger was buried in the elastic-like 
nether flesh. It felt warm in there, and he shoved his finger in to the 
second knuckle in one jerk. 

"Aaahhhhh yyeeesssssss! Stick your finger way up my ass!" she hissed, 
wiggling her buttocks against his palm in lewd encouragement. 

For a moment he was reminded of the tight hot ass-fuck he'd had the day 
before, and the thought made his pistoning cock swell up larger. He screwed 
his finger in and out of her hot anal passage in time to his rhythm in her 
cunt, and she moaned with every vicious thrust. Skewering her ass on his 
finger was like pushing a magic button, and he could feel that she was 
hanging on the edge of her climax. Her eyes were opening and closing hazily, 
and her teeth bit hard into the muscles of his neck. She was stifling a 
scream of exotic pleasure, and he pounded his blood-hardened cock into her 
passion-wet cunt with all the strength in his strong young body. 

"Ooooohhhhh darling! Ooooohhhhh fuck it! Fuck it'" she cried, pushing her 
hips up while holding him in a vise-like grip with her thighs. 

The whole soft-ridged length of her pussy seemed to ripple along his aching 
shaft, the sensitive passage suddenly growing wetter, and Jerry drove his 
cock as far into her belly as he could go. She bounced herself up against 
his body repeatedly, as her loins jerked with the spasms of her joy. The 
pressure in his lust-tightened testicles seemed to grow in proportion to her 
wild gyrations, and he felt that he couldn't hold back his sperm another 
minute. 

"Oooohhhh! I'mmm cummmiiinnnggggggg!" she gasped, and at the same moment, 
his cum made the crazy pleasure-peaking dash to the ballooning tip of his 
penis. In a great hot burst, it erupted, stabbing into the walls of her womb 
like a knife, and she pulled him tight against her shuddering body, while 
the mixture of their cum spilled lewdly out of her contracting cunt and ran 
down across the finger he still had imbedded deep inside her rectum. They 
rolled together in a violent state of sensual bliss, as the hot sperm pumped 
out to its final drops. 

After several minutes, Jerry slowly rolled off her beautiful body, his sated 
cock pulling out of her cum-drenched cunt with a soft sucking noise. He 
really felt good, and he knew he could go on fucking her all night. He 
leaned up on his elbows and looked around the plush apartment, for his 
cigarettes. Spotting them on a table, he crossed over and lit two from the 
pack. Then he got back in bed and handed his honey-blonde companion one of 
them. 

"That was super, baby," she said, taking a long slow drag. "I hope this 
business trip doesn't have to end as soon as the last one." 

"Don't worry, Cindy, this trip's going to last the entire week. I've got no 
more reason to get home early," Jerry laughed. 

"Darling, one of these days will we really be rid of her?" Cindy asked. She 
formed her lips into the cute little pout that her lover always liked to 
see, knowing it would remind him of her talent for sucking cock. 

"Yeah, one of these days real soon, I think. 

Now that we don't have to worry about my wife discovering us anymore, I can 
speed up the transfer of cash." He stared at the blonde's nakedly reclining 
body, and reached over to stroke her breast. Something about the way she 
looked really turned him on, and he could feel his penis stirring again 
already. 

"Janice feels so guilty about her affairs when I'm away, that she never 
thinks of anything else. She really believes I'm slaving away for that 
goddamn company while she's out getting her kicks from some other man," he 
said thoughtfully. "It's really laughable when I come home." Jerry put his 
cigarette out in the ashtray by the bed, then rolled over closer to Cindy. 
She automatically placed her hand on his taut belly and ran it downward 
toward his cock. 

"I wish you didn't have to go back to her all the time. Couldn't you tell 
her the company is sending you off for a month or something? It's been 
almost five years now!" 

"Look, baby. If I do that, she might call the company for something or 
other. A week's plenty long enough. It's hard enough taking money from a 
trust fund and getting it buried in a foreign bank account. We can't take 
any chances of a slip up. No, we've got to take it nice and slow, so she 
thinks we're spending the income running the house." Jerry watched Cindy's 
fingers expertly rubbing his cock into another erection, and thought how 
much he would like to quit returning to Chestnut Hill. 

"Well, I wish you would leave her soon," Cindy whined, leaning down toward 
his burgeoning member. She had her lips formed into the pout he liked, and 
she kept stroking his swelling cock with her long fingers. 

"The photographer should be getting just the pictures we need to make the 
break," he said "That's why I made this 'business' trip so soon after the 
last one." 

Jerry had to stop talking abruptly as Cindy's tongue shot out at the tip of 
his penis. "When! . . . Just . . . just a few more months and I'll have the 
million dollars completely transferred. Then we . . . agghhh ... we can be 
together all the time," he gasped, sinking back heavily on the pillows to 
let his blonde future wife show her appreciation. 


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