Chapter One
Janet dumped her packages and shed her coat as soon as she entered the house,
strewing everything on the couch in a big heap. Her feet hurt. As they always
did after she'd spent the better part of the day shopping. Shopping had been fun
the first few months after she an Alan had married a little over a year earlier.
Lately, though, it had seemed to lose its allure. But what else was she to do?
Alan didn't want her to work at an outside job. He made good money with the
construction company. They weren't rich by any means, but they certainly weren't
hurting, either. Alan insisted that Janet be what he called a normal housewife,
whatever that meant. They owned a nice, three bedroom house. Janet had her
housework down to a steady routine so she could keep it the way she and Alan
wanted without too much effort. That left lots of time for other things. And
those other things consisted mostly of shopping. She paid occasional visits to
Pam Lowe, her best friend. Pam was only 19, but Janet was only 21, so Pam didn't
seem all that young. Pam was a student at the local junior college, studying
accounting, so she had time during the day when she and Janet could get
together. Janet kicked off her shoes and tore into the bags to get the charge
slips. Alan had instructed her to put them on his desk in the den. He always
took care of them and paid the bills. On her way to the den, Janet reflected on
how still the house was. She felt a momentary, but strong, flash of loneliness.
She sighed, shrugged off the feeling, and opened the door to the den. Then she
stopped dead in her tracks. Her mind seemed to register everything at once. The
small fire crackling in the fireplace on the far side of the room. Betty
Jackson, Alan's secretary, sitting on the edge of the desk. Alan standing in
front of Betty. The fact that both Betty and Alan were naked! Alan's hand was
between Betty's legs, his tongue laving her stiff nipples. And her hand was
wrapped around his stiff prick. Janet's mind reeled. She wanted to scream. In
anger. In frustration. In fear. But not a peep came from her throat. It was too
constricted for her voice box to work. "Oh, baby," Alan muttered between sucks.
"I want to fuck you. I need it so bad!" "Yeah?" Betty answered. "Then do it,
lover. I need it, too." Alan knelt down, pushed Betty's legs apart, and began
licking her pussy. Janet's eyes followed him, the only thing in her frozen body
that moved except her lungs. And they barely seemed able to work. "Oh, yeah,
lover, lick my clit!" Betty urged. Alan eased both hands in her crotch, pulled
her pussy lips open, and started working his tongue over every part of the
exposed pink flesh. Betty put one hand behind his head and caressed it lightly
as she tilted her head down. She was watching intently as his tongue moved up
and down her slit. Janet watched in horrified fascination. Her brain refused to
transmit any signals to her muscles so she could move, or to her throat so she
could say anything. Her hand was still on the door knob. The charge slips were
still clutched in her other hand. Janet slowly crumpled them into a ball. She
felt as if she was watching a movie, not real flesh and blood people, one of
whom was her husband! "Your pussy tastes so good," Alan muttered, looking up at
Betty's face. "You always say that." Betty said as she grinned happily and
hunched her ass forward a little more. "Only because it's true." "This sure
beats those quickies at the office. Are you sure your wife won't be back too
soon?" "Naw, she's shopping. She won't be home until the stores close. This
won't be a quickie, either. It's going to be a LONGIE. You can cum as many times
as you want." "Oh, goodie!" Betty squealed softly. "I love to cum." "Don't I
know it!" Janet seethed upon hearing their conversation. She had no idea that
Alan was being unfaithful to her. He had taken good care of her sexually from
the day they had given in to their carnal urges several months before they'd
become married. And not only was he screwing another woman, he had the
unmitigated gall to do it in their home. HER home! The only thing that could
have been worse for Janet was to have found the couple in bed. Still, she was
unable to do anything to interrupt the horny scene she was witnessing. "Say it
again," Alan urges. "Come on, baby, tell me you want me to eat your pussy." "Oh,
yeah, lover. Eat my pussy! Lick it all over! Your tongue feels so good. Nobody's
ever eaten my pussy the way you do. You know all the spots to touch to make it
feel the best." Alan took his time tonguing her cunt, proving to her again that
her compliment was well-deserved. Starting at the base of her slit, just below
her cunt hole, he used the pointed tip to trace the deep gash al the way up to
the top, going over her clit, then dragging his tongue back down. Next he would
broaden his lapper and swipe it up and down the steamy seam. Betty held her hand
behind his head, moaning constantly as he provoked those wonderful feelings that
radiated out from her crotch to infuse her entire body. He separated the inner
and outer lips with the tip of his tongue, then tenderly sucked each long inner
lip between his, nipping it lightly. Betty's ass squirmed around the desk. Her
moans increased in volume, getting louder and louder as Alan's tongue went
faster. Then he settled his tongue on the rigid clit and began teasing it
lightly. Betty's breath escaped with a whoosh. "Oh, yeah, baby! That's the way.
Oh, God, lover, I'm going to cum if you don't stop that!" "That's what you want,
isn't it?" he asked, pausing briefly. "Uhhh.. Ummmm. Yeahhhhh! Make me explode,
lover! Make me cum the way only you can! Ohhhh, I love to cum from your licking
and sucking." Alan resumed his oral activity, paying attention only to her clit.
He circled the tiny bud with the tip of his tongue, and titillated it by placing
his tongue directly on top of it. He released the lips of her pussy and slid
both hands along the outside of her thighs, burying his face in her sexy warmth.
Betty draped her legs over his shoulders, and wriggled her ass as he brought her
closer and closer to her release. Her head back and her mouth hung open to emit
steady moans and groans. When her release came, she squeezed her legs tighter
and began screaming in what sounded like a mixture of agony and ecstasy. Janet
continued her sneaky observation, still frozen in place as if the winter air
outside had invaded the room and covered her with its chilling texture. "Fuck me
baby," Betty moaned. "Fuck me from behind, doggie-style. Please, lover, fuck me
now! I need your big cock in me so badly!" Betty untangled her legs and pushed
at Alan's head. When he moved back, she slid off the desk, twisting around as
she moved so that she was facing the desk. She leaned over, put her arms across
the top of the desk, and looked back over her shoulder at Alan. Her ass was
gyrating in tight circles. Her long brunette hair hung down around her face,
obscuring it. Alan stepped up behind her, used one hand to guide the head of his
prick to the entrance of her cunt, and took a step forward. "Oh, God, yesssss!"
Betty cried out. "Shove it to me! Fuck me silly!" Alan grabbed both of Betty's
hips and thrust his ass forward, burying his cock to the hilt inside her gaping
gash. His hips began working back and forth smoothly, two well-oiled joints that
exerted tremendous power as he fucked the woman energetically. He drove his cock
in and out of her, using the full length of his piston to plumb her depths.
Janet's feelings suddenly underwent a dramatic change. Up to the time when Alan
put his prick in Betty, Janet had been hoping such an event wouldn't happen. Had
Alan stopped with just eating her pussy, she wouldn't have felt so betrayed. Now
he had committed the ultimate act of deceit. Still she couldn't bring herself to
interrupt them. In a perverse way, she was fascinated by the sight of her
husband fucking another woman. Janet watched her husband's muscular body as he
fucked Betty. She was short, just a little over five feet tall, so he had to
bend his legs to keep his dick properly positioned. Janet had always felt pride
in her husband's body. All those hours he spent lifting weights kept him at a
trim 185 pounds. And kept every muscle in his body powerful. "Oh, yes, lover!
Fuck me! Oh yeah, it's so fucking good!" Betty moaned over and over, her voice
wavering from deep bass to an almost shrill soprano. Janet understood full well
what Betty was feeling. Alan's cock wasn't really thick, but it was long. Each
time he thrust all the way forward, Janet knew what was happening to Betty. A
feeling of deep, intense anger flared through Janet as she thought of the
wonderful pleasure the little secretary was getting from Alan's prick. To her
great surprise, she felt her own pussy getting wet. Fiery little tendrils of
longing were making their way to the surface, causing every nerve-ending in her
body to tingle. That only made her anger so much more overwhelming. Betty was
close to cumming again. Janet could see the reddish blush of acute sexual
excitement spreading over her body. Unconsciously, Janet's gaze went to Betty's
tits. They were small, not over a size 32, with small, pointy nipples. Alan
clung to Betty's hips and plowed into her pussy with long, hard strokes, lifting
her up on her toes each time he slammed all the way in. Sweat covered his body
from the exertion of keeping his knees bent so his six foot, two inch frame
stayed low enough to prevent him from riding too high and slipping out of her
hot cunt. To relieve some of the pressure, he gripped both of Betty's legs and
pulled them up to his waist. He began fucking he faster, driving his cock in and
out of her with enough force to make her body forcibly rock back and forth.
Betty's body began twisting and contorting, writhing and undulating with a life
of its own as Alan fucked her toward another orgasm. Her wails became louder,
then her body went into convulsions as she came off with a loud groan. Alan
continued fucking her with mighty thrusts, driving her over the peak into that
never-never land of sexual satisfaction. Her legs gave way, Alan sank slowly to
the floor, pulling Betty's ass down with him. His prick, which was still hard,
stayed lodged inside her clinging cunt. Betty's arms slid across the slick desk
top. Then she put her hands on the edge and pushed her body back. Alan sat on
the floor for a moment, then lay back, his breath whistling in and out. Betty
wasn't finished with his cock. It was still hard, still lodged way up her cunt.
That combination couldn't be resisted. She sat up very straight, facing his
feet, and began fucking him. She got her feet under her and squatted over his
loins, using the strength of her legs to propel herself up and down. Her head
was flung back. Her eyes were closed tight. She worked herself toward yet
another orgasm. One hand went to her tiny tits and began pinching and pulling at
her nipples. Her other hand slid down into her crotch. Two fingers slipped
between the lips of her cunt and found her clit. Janet's eyes followed the hand
down into Betty's crotch. She was looking directly between her legs. Betty would
surely have seen her if her eyes had been open! Alan had always told Janet how
much he liked the thick forest of hair between her legs; had always told her
that he liked lots of hair around a pussy. Betty's cunt hair, which was a darker
brown than the hair on her head, had been trimmed down to a narrow slit that ran
from just above her crack down between the cheeks of her ass. Janet could see
Alan's cock as it appeared when Betty lifted her ass and disappeared when the
girl sank back down. Janet still had the feeling that she was watching a movie
of two people fucking. This wasn't her husband under the slutty little brunette.
It was someone else, someone who was putting on a private show just for her
benefit. Alan lay still for several minutes, letting Betty do the fucking. When
Betty gave up playing with her nipples and clit and put her hands down on the
floor so she could work her ass up and down faster, he put his hands on her hips
and began thrusting up to meet her. After a couple of false starts, they got
their act coordinated. Betty's ass flew up and down, and her cunt slid up and
down his fuck pole. Alternately her hot hole was swallowing the long long piece
of meat and spitting it out, going from one and to the other. The head of his
cock stayed inside her on the upswing. Janet had never seen another couple fuck.
Except one time in a movie Alan had brought home to show on their new VCR. Her
reaction to that had been one of disgust. It had turned Alan on, though. Enough
so that they had one of their best fucks ever. He hadn't brought any more such
movies home, thinking Janet was turned off by them. Which she had been. Seeing
the act being carried out before her in living color was different. She was
getting so turned on it hurt! Betty's ass became a blur of motion. Her whimpers
and squeals of joy hadn't stopped. The sounds assaulted Janet's ears, turning
her on even more. The crotch of her panties were soaked with her own cunt
juices. She remained frozen in place, however, unable to either do or say
anything about her own feelings. Alan thrush harder as his own climax neared.
Betty rode his prick like a veteran, taking all he could give her and loving
every second of it. Her body began describing nearly impossible motions as she
started cumming. She couldn't articulate any words. The only sound she could
make were the low, guttural sounds that poured from her open mouth. Betty came
fiercely, continuing her movements until the very last second. When she felt
Alan's cum gush into her burning depths, she tried to fuck him some more. She
did manage to work her cunt muscles, squeezing and releasing his prick,
intensifying his pleasure as he pumped into her with hard strokes that bounced
her ass up and down. Janet knew Alan had cum. His actions told her that. She
thought it was all over between the couple. Her eyes widened in surprise when
she glimpsed at his prick. The damned thing was still hard! It was also coated
with a mixture of his and the pussy juice from Betty's cunt. Janet's anger
deepened. He'd never kept an erection after cumming in her! Betty knelt by
Alan's hip, wrapped one hand around the shaft of his cock, put her mouth over
the head, and locked her lips just below the crown. She began jacking him
rapidly as she exerted a slight sucking pressure with her mouth. Janet was
suddenly livid with anger and suppressed rage. Alan's cock had never stayed hard
after he came in her pussy or her mouth! He had always told her that he had to
rest before he could give her a second shot. Betty didn't have anything that she
didn't have. Her tits couldn't even compare with her size 36-C. Neither could
her skinny body compare with hers. Alan had professed his reference for her
thick pussy hair and the thick inner lips of her cunt. Betty didn't measure up
to any of those standards. Yet here he was, his prick still hard, getting ready
to cum again in scant moments as the girl sucked him and jacked him off. It was
simply more than a woman could tolerate! Janet's frozen muscles found life
again. She crossed the room quickly, in great strides, tossing away the crumpled
charge slips without thinking. Arriving at the side of the little brunette,
Janet tangled her fingers in the long brunette hair and yanked. Betty's mouth
came away from the head of Alan's cock just as it began spurting out its second
load of cum. Betty was taken by surprise, totally unaware that Janet was within
miles of the place. Her hand held on to Alan's prick as Janet pulled her away.
The first spurt of jism hit Betty in the face, landing just below her right eye
in a big glob. Her hand slid up the stalk of his cock as Janet kept pulling her
head back. Betty's body followed until she toppled over onto her back. The anger
Betty had initially felt at the sudden intrusion of her pleasure was quickly
replaced by fear. Her mouth worked, but no words came out. Her eyes were as big
around as saucers. Alan raised his head to see why Betty had stopped sucking and
jacking his cock. His eyes also got very big around. "Janet! Where the fuck did
you come from?" Janet released her grip on Betty's hair. Ignoring Alan for a
moment, she faced Betty. "Get out, bitch!" she screamed. "Get out before I tear
you apart!" "Janet!" Alan said as he sat up. "What . . . ?" "You heard me,"
Janet grated. "Out! Get your clothes and get out of here! Don't ever darken my
door-way again or you'll regret it!" Betty scrambled to her feet, backed away
from Janet, and began gathering up her clothes. She backed toward the door,
thinking she could get away, into another room at least, and out of danger.
Janet read her thoughts and swiftly got between Betty and the door. "No, you
don't, bitch! Stay right there and dress. Let's see if you can get into your
clothes as quickly as you got out of them." Betty turned around, facing Alan.
After a moment's hesitation, she started dressing. "Turn around, bitch!" Janet
ordered harshly. "He can't help you. If he makes a move, or says anything, I'll
cut his cock off and he knows it. Turn around and face me!" Betty was afraid of
facing Janet. But she was more terrified of not obeying the woman. She turned
slowly, her eyes on the floor. After a moment, she dropped the clothes on the
floor, picked her panties out of the pile and stepped into them. "Look at me,
damn you! Look me right in the eye while you dress, you thieving bitch! Tell me
how many other husbands you've tried to steal by letting them fuck you. How many
other woman have you done this to?" Betty lifted her eyes, dropped them, then
lifted them again. "I . . . it isn't what you think. I mean . . ." "It doesn't
matter what you mean, damn you!" Janet took a step forward, then stopped. "No, I
won't beat the shit out of you, even though I should. Just get dressed and get
out." Alan got to his feet and made a move toward Janet. "Janet, don't do . . ."
"Shut up! I'll get to you after this conniving bitch leaves." When Betty had her
clothes on. Janet moved away from the door and let her leave. Janet called to
Betty over her shoulder as the girl headed for the front door. "Use the back
door, bitch, like the sneaky thing you are." The back door slammed hard. Janet
gave Alan a hard, cold look, her eyes traveling up and down his nude body. "I
hope she meets someone who wants to know what that big splotch on her face is
from. And I hope you got your fill of pussy, you two-timing son of a bitch!
You'll live to regret this day." Janet's voice was as cold as her stare. Alan
started to answer. Janet turned her back on him, went back to the living room,
got her coat, and left the house. She slammed the front door behind her hard
enough to knock the wall hangings askew.
Janet Chapter Two
"I can't believe the bastard did this to me." Janet paced back and forth in
front of Pam, puffing heavily on a cigarette. She seldom smoked. She was doing
so now because she was so angry and nervous. And a little frightened by the
sudden, unexpected turn of events with Alan. "What are you going to do now?" Pam
asked. "Are you going to leave him?" " I should kill the son of a bitch! I
wanted to. Him and that brainless, no-tit bitch he was fucking." Those words
were spoken in anger. Janet knew she mean them. The last thing in the world she
wanted was to see Alan dead. Or even hurt. She loved him deeply. "But what I'm
actually going to do is get even. I'm going to make him suffer long and hard. I
want to see the worm squirm for a while." "I could have told you what he's like.
He's been trying to get to me for a long time. Going back to the time you two
were just dating. But it sure didn't stop there. I didn't tell you because I
didn't want to cause trouble for you. Best friends don't do that to each other."
"Well, goddamn! It isn't bad enough that he's been fucking his secretary for God
knows how long, now I find out he's been trying to bang my best friend. You
didn't let him, did you?" "Stop pacing and come sit by me. You're making me
nervous. And you know better than that. I wouldn't do that to you. If you had
invited me to join you two, that would have been different. I have to admit,
though, that he's a real hunk and the thought of fucking him is very appealing."
Janet kept pacing, ignoring Pam's request that she sit down. She couldn't sit.
Inactivity was the worst thing for her at the moment. Her mind was going a mile
a minute and moving her feet helped her concentrate her thoughts. "Yeah, you
always did that kind of trio, didn't you? God, all this shit makes me so goddamn
angry." Janet stubbed out her cigarette and immediately lit another one. "You
really want to stay with him, don't you?" Do you love him that much?" "Oh, yes,
Pam, I do. More than I realized. When I saw him put his cock in that titless
wonder, I almost lost my mind. I wouldn't feel that way if I didn't love him.
The son of a bitch has really become a part of me. Know what I mean?" "No, not
really. I've never felt that way about a man. Did you talk to him about it?
Before you came over here, I mean?" "No. I wasn't able to think straight. I just
chased that little man-stealer out of my house and then left. He was still
standing there, his cock hanging down between his legs, all coated with the
juice from her pussy. He wanted to talk; tried to give me some bullshit excuse
for why he'd done it, but I didn't stay around to listen." Janet stopped and
turned to face Pam. "To tell you the truth, I didn't trust myself. I would have
listened to him, accepted whatever he had to say as gospel, and wound up with
him fucking me. That would have taken away all my power to deal with the
situation. I still don't know what I'm going to do, though. I never thought I'd
be faced with this situation. He's always been so damned good to me." "From what
I've seen, you've also been damned good to him. I know you well enough to know
that you're the kind who'd give their man anything he wanted." "Yes, that's
true. He hasn't been fucking Betty because she gives him something I don't. I've
never told him no, or that I have a headache, or that I don't want to do
something. I think that's what hurts me so much about this whole fucking mess.
I'm so damned confused. And angry. And frightened. Has he gotten tired of me?"
"I doubt it, darling. Some men just want variety. Maybe they really do need it.
Some sort of primeval thing about the male having to impregnate every female
who'll hold still for them. Personally, I don't think monogamy works very well."
"You sound very wise for your tender nineteen years, Pam. Did I make a mistake
by marrying him? I've never felt more blue than I do right now." Pam stood,
caught Janet in her arms as the woman paced by, and pulled her close. "I can
cheer you up darling. It can be like it was before between us." Pam pushed
Janet's loose blouse off her shoulders and down her body. She tenderly caressed
one on Janet's large breasts. Janet shuddered and closed her eyes. "Just to
think that I traded you for that two=timing bastard! I haven't even done it with
another woman since we got married, let alone with another man. I wanted to be
faithful to my husband. My dear husband, who's been fucking at least one other
woman ever since our wedding day." "Probably long before that, darling. He never
was faithful. I'm probably not the only one he's tried to make it with. He does
have that aura about him, after all. Woman seem to find him irresistible. Maybe
it's not entirely his fault." Pam kissed Janet lightly on the lips. "Let me make
love to you, darling. I've missed you so much." Janet didn't really have to
think twice about Pam's proposition. She was only nineteen, but she knew as much
about pleasing another woman as anyone alive. She and Pam had spent many hours
pleasing each other before Janet met Alan. Janet wasn't a virgin when she first
went to bed with Alan, but there had only been one other guy who'd gotten his
cock into her. Almost all of her experience had come from her sessions with Pam.
"Why the hell not! I've missed you, too. I don't even remember how a pussy
tastes." "Then its about time you refreshed your memory." Pam said. "It isn't
really cheating on Alan if I do it with another woman, is it? I mean, there
won't be any. . . it isn't like I was letting a man put his cock in me, is it?"
Janet giggled. "A tongue isn't the same as a cock, is it?" "No, but a tongue can
do some nice things, just like a cock can." Pam smiled and stepped back a step
from Janet. Her fingers got busy with Janet's clothes, removing them slowly,
teasing herself with languid actions, letting her own excitement build. It was
going to be like old times for them. "Have you had many other women since us?"
Janet asked slowly. She stood very still, her eyes half-closed, letting Pam
undress her. "Some. None as good as you, though. Thousands of women couldn't
drive the memories of your tasty pussy and lovely body from my mind." She hefted
both of Janet's tits, then let them fall. They bounced up and down gently. "I've
always thought you had such a beautiful set of tits. Your nipples are so big and
thick, just the way I like them. They're so nice to suck on." To prove her
words. Pam sucked tenderly on each nipple. Pam undressed herself quickly,
letting her eyes wander up and down Janet's lush body as she did so. Her own
body was smaller, more dainty. Janet was about four inches taller, heavier built
with more pronounced curves, and her skin was paler. Pam was slim, almost
boyish, except that her tits were a nice size 34-B. She was deeply tanned,
without a line showing. In the summer, she sunbathed in the nude. In the winter.
she used a sun lamp, despite all the warnings about what it would do to the
skin. She liked being deeply tanned and was willing to suffer whatever
consequences there might be. "Janet made her own visual inspection of Pam
undressed. Their hair was about the same shade of blonde. Pam wore hers a bit
shorter now. Janet thought her friend had filled out some, too. Her buns were
still a nice handful, with no excess to spill over. Unlike Pam, Janet wasn't
interested in toasting her hide in the sun. Her skin was infinitely paler than
Pam's. The contrast in their coloring was stimulating. Janet's nipples had
swelled to their fullest, standing way out. She reached up with both hands and
rolled Pam's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. She smiled dreamily as
she thought of what was to come. "Pam stepped close to Janet again. She ran one
hand over Janet's' taut belly and down between her legs. Janet's legs opened
automatically as the hand neared her pussy. Pam took the long, thick lips of
Janet's pussy between her fingers and pulled gently. Her fingers slowly explored
the entire area between Janet's shapely thighs, an area she hadn't touched in
far too long. Pam moved closer and put her arms around Janet's body. They
embraced, Pam's delicate breasts crushing into Janet's larger ones. Pam kissed
Janet feverishly as her hands stroked Janet's plump buttocks, then her hand slid
back between Janet's thighs. Janet moaned and arched herself. "Pam aroused the
other woman to a frantic pitch with her lips and fingers, sucking hungrily on
Janet's swollen nipples while her fingers thrust in and out of Janet's snatch.
Then Pam abruptly released Janet and stepped back, her chest heaving with
excitement. Janet opened her eyes and shook herself gently. "Let me do you
first, darling," Janet whispered. "It's been such a long time. I'm dying to
taste your pussy again." Pam backed into a large, overstuffed chair. Keeping her
ass on the front edge of the cushion, she lifted her legs and put them over the
arms. Her neat little cunt was fully exposed, ready for Janet to love. Janet
dropped to her knees in front of her girl friend. Her eyes widened and lit up.
"Oh, you've shaved it! That's wild!" "Yeah, several months age. A bunch of us
were fooling around one night. One of the guys said he'd never fucked a bald
pussy, so I let him shave mine. I liked it, so I kept it that way." "I've never
kissed a bald one. It looks so smooth. I love it!" Janet ran the tips of her
fingers lightly over the hairless crotch. Then she put her palms flat on each
side of the naked slit and rubbed them up and down. She pressed her hands to the
sides and spread the small lips of Pam's pussy. The pink interior flesh was
already wet. The subtle, suggestive aroma wafting up to Janet's nostrils was
intoxicating. She leaned over, intending to kiss the open slit. Instead, her
tongue automatically flashed out and penetrated the weeping hole at the bottom
of the bare slit. Pam sucked in her breath sharply and wiggled her ass around. "Ummmm,
that feels so good, darling. There's nothing in the world like an educated
tongue to make one feel good." Janet released the lips of Pam's pussy, then used
her tongue all over the mound and along the steamy slot. She spent several
minutes just licking the area, occasionally dipping her tongue between the lips
to gather up Pam's juice. She slipped her hands under Pam's ass and cupped the
round little cheeks. Her tongue delved into Pam's hole again, this time going in
deep. She stiffened her tongue and pointed it, then began tongue-fucking the
girl rapidly. "God!" Pam exclaimed. "I love what you're doing to me." Her ass
writhed and humped up and down. "Oh, yes, fuck me with your tongue, darling."
Pam was panting heavily and gasping breathlessly. No one ever loved her pussy as
well as Janet did. "Fuck me with your tongue . . . lick me . . . make me cum,
darling . . . make me cum and get it all out . . . I want to cum all over your
nice tongue while it's in my pussy." Hard ripples of deep satisfaction churned
through Pam's belly as Janet's soft lapper plunged in and out of her cunt hole,
making her juice flow harder. Janet pulled her tongue from the deep hole and
lapped Pam's damp pussy with long strokes, The worm, familiar taste of a woman's
eager body filled her mouth with a comforting, satisfying feeling. She had
forgotten how pleasurable it was to have her tongue in a tasty pussy. Pam
uttered a choked, harsh cry when Janet's tongue hit her clit. Even though the
bud was small, smaller than Janet's, and tightly encased under its protective
hood, Janet remembered exactly where it was and how to draw it out. The touch of
her tongue was a tingly, exciting feeling that spread fire through Pam's body.
Janet pressed the tip of her tongue to the sensitive area, wriggling in from
side to side. Her lapper seemed to have a life of its own. Janet kept her tongue
on Pam's clit, opened her mouth wide, and covered the girl's entire pussy with
it. Her nimble lips and tongue worked at the girl's snatch, sending intense
stabs of sensation through Pam's body. Pam whimpered and hissed, tossing her
head from side to side and lay half-curled in the chair, holding herself spread
wide open so Janet could get to every part of her secret place. "It's getting
good, darling," Pam moaned, staring down into her crotch with lust-laden eyes.
"You're getting it so good. You're getting me there in a hurry." "Tell me how
you feel, darling," Janet urged in a hot whisper, lifting her mouth from her
girl-friend's pussy long enough to speak. "Tell me how it feels when you cum."
"It feels like I'm breaking up inside. It feels as though everything inside me
and around me is going all to pieces." "Good, darling. Now I'm going to bring
you off. Will you cum real hard for me?" "God, do I have any choice? You always
were the best!" "Janet swelled with pride, tremendously pleased that she hadn't
lost her touch. Her troubles with Alan were forgotten. Her full attention was
directed toward making Pam orgasm. Using her fingers to spread the lips of Pam's
pussy open again, Janet put the tip of her tongue directly on top of the girls'
clit. She lowered her head a little more, and once again covered the bare cunt
with her mouth, making sure her lower lips were below Pam's cunt hole. She knew
from past experience that Pam would release lots of female-cum when she popped
her sex-gun. She didn't want a drop of it to go to waste. "It's great when you
get my clit with your tongue," Pam whimpered. "You're really beautiful, darling.
So beautiful." Janet lifted Pam's ass and pulled it forward a tiny bit. Her
tongue began moving over the clit rapidly with light pressure, the better to
stimulate it. Tremors started passing through Pam's body, increasing with
intensity as Janet's tongue moved faster. Suddenly Pam exploded into an orgasm,
a quavering wail and a babble of garbled words coming from her open mouth. Her
body shook and twisted in the chair as her sensations increased, building a
greater momentum as they accumulated. She sank into a numb sexual haze of
pleasure. Janet's tongue quivered and flicked rapidly with a feathery pressure
against Pam's clit. The tension in Pam's body gradually relaxed as her juice
flowed into Janet's eager mouth. Her body writhed and jerked in ecstatic
convulsions as Janet clung to her ass and kept working her tongue to drive the
girl on through her orgasm. The room seemed to revolve around Pam as the spasms
raced through her, wracking her body, wringing her pussy dry. The height of her
orgasm passed. Janet's flicking tongue continued flicking, stroking, caressing
Pam's pussy. It spread a glowing bliss of satisfaction through Pam. Pam put her
hand on top of Janet's head and pushed gently. "Enough, darling. No more right
now or you'll drive me mad." Janet straightened up, leaned up over Pam's body
and kissed the girl full on the mouth, darting her tongue inside. She kissed
each of Pam's tight tits and sucked the nipples. Pam pushed Janet back and
followed her. They ended up on the floor, Janet on her back, Pam on top of her.
Pam gazed into Janet's eyes and smiled happily. "You know, it's a damn shame we
can't eat our own pussy. I've always wondered what mine tastes like. Without
having to taste it from somebody's tongue or cock, I mean." "That would take
some doing. I don't think I could bend my body that way." "Yeah, me either, but
I can still wish. Why have you stayed away so long? I never cum as hard with
anyone else." "Well, now that I'm back, we can pick up where we left off. This
is only the beginning. I'm going to really get even with that bastard husband of
mine." "Is that the only reason you came back to me?" Pam's voice expressed her
hurt feelings. "Well, perhaps it was when I first came over. But not now. I've
been a damned fool to neglect this part of my life. But I'm still going to get
even with Alan." "How? By cutting off his balls?" "In a way. I've just decided
what I'm going to do. I'm going to start off by fucking his boss, his dear older
brother, and everyone else I can get my hands on. Then I'm going to see that he
finds out. Hell, I think I'll even fuck his brother's wife. She's such a prim
little thing. It'll be fun teaching her to lick my pussy. I know from things
Alan has said the he'd like to fuck her. I'm going to get there first." "Wow,
you're really going to hit him where it hurts. I wish I could watch you. I get
all hot and juicy just thinking about it." "Then try this on. His brother is
married to his boss's daughter." "Alan's boss?" "Yep, none other. Bob's boss,
too, of course, since they work together. I'm going to make sure that father and
daughter know I've fucked the other one, too. And I'm going to tell his boss he
can fuck me any time he wants. Maybe I'll even invite Ralph to the house and
fuck him right in front of Alan." "Boy, you're really steamed up, aren't you? I
hope you never get mad at me! God, just the thought of all that sex makes my
pussy wet." "Your pussy stays wet, darling. I've never known a time when you
weren't ready." "Yeah, you're right. And I'm ready to do you now. Want to do a
69?" "You're reading my mind." Janet said, with a smile. Pam squirmed around
until she was facing Janet's feet, her face over the woman's crotch. She spread
her thighs and lowered her pussy to Janet's mouth Janet opened her own legs.
Pam's head dipped down. Her mouth met Janet's pussy hair and opened to cover the
entire area. As they nursed at each other's cunt, Janet let her hands wander
over Pam's body. She caressed her lover's buttocks, along her back, then slid
her hands under the trim little body to cup her tits. She squeezed the firm
globes and pinched the pert nipples, using more and more pressure as an orgasm
built inside her. The women could read each other's responses perfectly. They
came up almost together, shifting their attention to the erect clits as their
climax neared. Pam pressed her lips around Janet's clit and held it tightly as
she lashed it with her tongue. Pam wasn't large enough for Janet to do that
same, but she gave her girlfriend as much pleasure as she got. After several
minutes of steady tonguing and sucking, their bodies were writhing and twisting
and squirming. Janet pulled Pam's nipples fiercely as her orgasm roared through
her. Pam lifted Janet's legs and pushed the far apart, burrowed her face into
the hot cleft under her, and tortured Janet's clit unmercifully. They soared
into sexual fantasy land together, Janet an infinitesimal time ahead of Pam,
just enough that Janet came first. But Pam was so close behind an observer
couldn't have told who came first. They jerked and bucked and moaned and came,
their bodies melting together, fusing as one, their tongues driving each other
crazy with prurient pleasure. They came down slowly, slower than Pam had
earlier. Their passions were totally inflamed. It was going to take a lot more
orgasms to completely satisfy their extreme hunger for each other. The girls
rolled apart and lay on their backs close to one another, breathing deeply.
"Would you like something to drink?" Pam asked. "I just had two large drinks,"
Janet replied, giggling. "I mean something like coffee or alcohol silly." Pam
paused for a moment, then continued, "I do pour, don't I?" "Yeah, and I like it.
I'd also like something to eat, if you have it. I haven't eaten since lunch. I
was going to fix dinner at home, but those plans got interrupted." "I got some
of those frozen things we can do in the microwave." "That's fine. And maybe a
glass of wine?" "Coming right up." Janet had gotten into a devilish mood. "And
that isn't the only thing that's going to come." "You want some more after we
eat?" "Of course. I've wasted an awful lot of time that I need to make up for.
Are you in the mood?" "Does a frog bump his ass when he hops?" "Yeah, but he
wouldn't if he had wings." "I'm glad you're feeling better. Come on, let's get
some food." They ate in the nude, using trays in front of the TV. Pam got tired
of the drivel that was on, so she put a tape in the VCR. They viewed a tape of
six women engaged in more varied sexual activity than one could imagine. Janet
watched raptly. "I didn't know women could do such things to each other." "I
read someplace that sex movies aren't supposed to interest women," Pam said.
"That certainly doesn't hold true for me. I've got quite a library built up. I
sometimes masturbate while I watch them. Guess I won't have to do that tonight,
will I?" "No way, darling! Have you ever been in a group like that?" "Sure. I
can arrange a party for you, if you'd like. I know several girls to invite.
You'd enjoy them. They're wild." "They'd have to be if you know them." "Let's
put these thing in the kitchen and get with it again. I'm ready to cum some
more." Janet went to the kitchen with Pam, carrying her tray. Pam put her tray
down and whirled on Janet. While they were kissing passionately, Pam backed
Janet against a counter, slid her hand between Janet's legs, and started
fingering her pussy. "You'd better stop that or you'll make me cum." "That's the
whole idea, darling. I want to finger-fuck you and get you off that way." "Here,
or shall we go back into the living room?" "Whatever. Doesn't matter to me."
"The living room, then. I want to lie back and watch you." Janet sat on the
floor, her back against the couch, and spread her legs as Pam knelt by her. Pam
put one hand flat on Janet's stomach, just above her pubic mound, and her other
hand in Janet's pussy. Using only the tips of her fingers, Pam touched every
part of Janet's cunt. She took the thick lips between her fingers and squeezed
them, pulled them out to their full length, then slid three fingers up Janet's
hole. "You know what? I like having something in my pussy." Pam chuckled. "Now
who's hot to trot?" "Me! Oh, yeah, right there." Pam had moved the tips of her
fingers around inside Janet until she found the spot she sought. Then she set to
work rubbing the spot. She put two fingers into the top of Janet's slit, one on
each side of the clit, and gently rubbed them around. "You sure have a big
clit," Pam whispered hotly. "When I was sucking you earlier, I was able to take
it between my lips. Not many women have one as big as yours." "Uh-huhhhh. Oh,
baby, that feels good!" "Inside or outside?" "Both, silly. God, I'm going to
cum! I thought I could hold off longer." "Why wait? Let it go. I want to watch
your face when you cum." Janet's body began bucking so hard her ass came off the
floor. She stared at her crotch, watching Pam's fingers pump in and out of her,
in short strokes, carefully staying on that glorious spot inside her pussy that
brought as much joy as her clit. They joy was doubled by Pam's fingers on her
clit, going round and round and up and down. Either finger action would have
brought Janet off with a bang. Both of them together were almost more than she
could bear. She literally exploded. Her mind was infused with blinding light, so
powerful it caused her to snap her eyes shut. That same blinding light roared
through her body like a freight train. Her body went wild, twisting, bucking,
gyrating, and humping all over the place. When Janet started coming down from
that incredible high, she opened her eyes again. She was lying on her back,
several feet from the couch, her legs splayed wide, her arms stretched out from
her body. "My God, Pam! I thought I was going to die. Whatever you did to me,
don't forget it. I want more of that!" "I'll show you later so you can do me the
same way." Pam grinned broadly. "I thought you'd like it." "Like it! If you did
that to me very often, I'd be to damned weak to walk out of here." "Maybe
there's a method behind my madness." Janet reached up to caress Pam's tits, then
let her hand slide easily down the girls' body. "I know, dear. But I can't live
with you. That doesn't mean we can't spend a lot of time together, though.
You've learned a lot of new things since we were last together. Do you still
have that two-headed dildo?" "Oh yes! That and a lot more toys. Want to see
them?" "No. I want to use them. Drag them out and let's see how many times we
can make each other come. As long as I'm coming with you, I'm not fretting about
Alan." Pam returned to the living room a few minutes later, her arms loaded with
various sex toys, all of them built especially for women to use with each other.
Janet selected the long, thick dildo with a cockhead at each end. Pam lay back
on her back, ready to receive one end of the device.
Janet Chapter Three
"And just where the hell were you last night?" Alan demanded angrily. He was
dressed for work. Part of his anger was caused by Janet's avoidance of him while
he was getting ready and part by her failure to cook his breakfast. More
importantly, he was incensed that she hadn't stayed around the evening before so
he could smooth things over with her. "I slept on the couch." Janet said, with a
smile. "I know that, dammit! I mean before that. Where did you go when you ran
out of here? You didn't get in until almost two o'clock." "I went to see Pam. I
needed time to think." Alan didn't know whether to believe her or not. Then
again, what choice did he have? For all he knew, she could have been bar-hopping
all night. Or worse. He could call Pam for confirmation, but she'd probably lie
to protect her best friend. "That little bitch is nothing but trouble. I suppose
you spent all that time telling her about us." Janet's eyebrows shot up, a sure
sign that she was in no mood to take any of his shit. "Us, Alan? What is there
about us to tell?" "You know what I mean! She's a liar, you know." "You got a
guilty conscience. What is there for her to lie about?" His motive was clear
enough. She wasn't going to let him get away with trying to discredit Pam,
though. He had hit on Pam, just as she had said. Alan's attempt to make her out
a liar was proof enough of that. "We can't go on like this." Alan knew when he
had been cut off at the pass. He had to try another ploy. Shifting part of the
responsibility for Janet's coldness to her usually worked. "What do you intend
to do about it?" "It always comes back to me, doesn't it?" "Your the one who was
fucking that brainless little twat right here in our home. It couldn't have hurt
any more if you had been fucking her in our bed." "Oh, would it be any different
if I fucked her in a motel or something?" "You've been fucking her at the
office. I heard her say so. Why not in a motel, too. Or the back seat of a car.
Or on the front lawn, for all I know. By the way, she's a little light in the
tit department, isn't she? I thought you went for women with big jugs. Hers look
like two undersized apples with nipples on them." One of the first things Alan
had wanted to do after they started having sex was fuck Janet between the tits.
She'd let him, of course. Just as she'd gone along with everything else he
wanted to do. "I like your." He was backed into a tight corner; had to try
something to get her mind off the subject of Betty. He made an attempt to put
his hand on one of her tits. "Keep your hands to yourself and go to work. I'm
not in the mood for that now. Besides, you can't change my mind by fucking me.
That seems to be your answer every time I get upset about something." "You very
seldom get upset about anything. I don't have much experience dealing with
that." "Maybe that's part of the problem. I've always done whatever you wanted.
Well, this is one time I'm not going to do that. I'm angry, Alan. Damned pissed,
if you want the truth!" "How about tonight? Will you be in a better mood then?"
"Why should I be? What will have changed by then?" She paused, considered her
position. Deep down, she didn't want to be angry with him. After her session
with Pam, and all the talking they'd done, she'd come to the conclusion that she
wasn't so much upset because she'd caught him fucking Betty as she was that he
had chosen to be so sneaky about it. She had convinced herself that she would
have agreed to a threesome with the girl had Alan only asked. "Oh, hell, we'll
see. I can't answer that right now. I have to think about it some more." "For
God's sake, Janet! How long are you going to carry on over one little mistake?"
"More than one, Alan. You've been fucking her regularly for I don't know how
long. I'll carry on over it long enough." "Whatever the fuck that means. I
haven't neglected you, Janet. You know that. And you can't claim otherwise."
"Then I won't neglect you, Alan. Now go to work before you're late. You know
Ralph always pitches a fit when you're late. Even though you are a partner in
the company. Sometimes I don't know where he gets off, acting like a lord and
master. And your big brother isn't much better." "Bob is my older brother, not
my big brother. He thinks he's something special because he's married to the
boss's daughter." "Yeah, and Mary's another case altogether." "Boy, you're down
on everybody today." Alan knew when to leave well enough alone. He beat a hasty
retreat out the door before Janet got back around to him and Betty. Janet ate
her breakfast, then sat down in front of the TV to watch the soaps, something
she seldom did. Today was different. She wasn't even going to clean the house.
Alan had to understand how upset she was. And why. Though he could hardly grasp
the why unless she told him. Including another person in their sex play was one
of the few things they'd never discussed. He had no idea how she felt about
that. Just as he had no idea that she liked to get it on with other girls. She
wondered what he would say if, or when, he found out about that. Supposedly, men
got turned on by watching two women do each other. Alan's feelings about that
were a mystery, again because they never talked about it. Janet realized that
she and Alan hadn't ever really discussed much about sex. They just did it. Alan
called later in the morning. When Janet heard his voice on the phone, she first
thought he was calling to apologize. But he made no mention of the incident with
Betty. "I forgot to tell you that I'm hosting the poker party tonight. I thought
I'd better call and find out if you're going to throw us out." "No, Alan. I
won't throw you out. Not you or your poker pals. I'll see that you have all the
beer and snacks you need." "Will you also be nice to them? I mean . . ." "I know
what you mean. Yes, I'll be nice to them. Is that the only reason you called?"
"Yeah. I don't know of any other reason." "Well then, good-bye." Janet put the
phone down gently, even though she wanted to slam it down. Damn him! Why
couldn't he bend a little bit? It wouldn't kill him, or castrate him, to tell
her he was sorry. The thought of castration reminded her of what she'd told Pam
about getting even with Alan. Fucking his boss and friends would have much the
same effect. Saying she'd do it was a hell of a lot easier than doing it. She
did love her husband. Didn't want to hurt him. At the same time, he had to be
made to understand he couldn't treat her this way. She let the matter drop and
got busy cleaning the house. Teaching Alan a lesson wasn't in the same category
as shaming him in front of his poker pals. To Janet, a dirty, unkept house would
shame him. Late in the afternoon, she made a quick trip to the store to buy beer
and snacks. Then she took her bath and fixed a nice dinner. Alan looked at her
long and hard during dinner, but didn't mention the clingy, low-cut dress she
was wearing. The one that showed off her tits and ass to the maximum.
Ordinarily, he liked for her to wear it. He was tempted to ask why she was
wearing it tonight, then thought better than to stir things up again. The poker
game started at eight. Janet dutifully served beer and snacks. A few times, she
even went so far as to flirt with a couple of the better looking guys. Nothing
too extreme, though. Just enough to let Alan know that other men found her
attractive. Letting them look down the front of her dress at her bare tits when
she bent over the table wasn't a crime. On one of her trips to the kitchen, the
conversation between Alan and one of his buddies made her pause just inside the
door and listen. "Hey, Alan, what about the big gal who lifts weights with us?
You seem to know her pretty good." "Coco? The big brown one? She's my boss's
secretary." "Coco huh? Well, that describes her just about right. Her skin looks
like creamy cocoa. You ever get any of that?" "No. Not that I wouldn't like to.
That's one brown saddle that would be fun to take a ride in." "Hell, boy, from
what I've seen, she'd buck you off before you ever got settled in. Bet she's
pretty damned wild." Janet banged the tray she was carrying against the door to
let them know she was entering the room again. She'd heard all she needed to.
And filed it away for future reference. By eleven o'clock, everyone was a little
pie-eyed from all the beer. The game had been the usual nickel, dime, and
quarter stuff. The last two games had been no=limit and the pots had gotten
larger. The pots had been pretty evenly split between Alan and Willy Scott, one
of the construction workers who worked for Alan. The other players called it
quits and left. Alan and Willy kept playing, playing no-limit, and Willy was the
big winner after four more hands. He had about a hundred dollars in front of
him, to Alan's ten dollars. "Let's play one more hand of showdown," Willy said.
"Then I have to be getting along. Got a big day tomorrow." He pushed his money
to the center of the table. "Seven cards, no draw." Alan pushed his money across
the table and picked up the deck of cards. "You're on. Got to get some of my
money back. You've just about cleaned me out." "Yeah, and you're short a whole
bunch now." Alan looked around at Janet, who was sitting nearby, watching them
play. "Put your wedding band in there." He nodded to the pile of money. Janet
was on her feet in an instant, her eyes wide with surprise. "No way, buster!
You're not playing for me!" She fled into the kitchen, her face red with anger
and embarrassment. "Hold on a minute," Alan said to Willy, then followed Janet
into the kitchen. "How could you?" she demanded as he closed the door behind
him. "Aw, come on, baby. I feel a hot hand coming up. I've got the feeling."
"You've got no feeling! Expecting me to agree to such a thing. What if you lose?
What am I supposed to do?" "Hell, Willy doesn't expect anything. Maybe a few
quick kisses. Maybe a pat on the ass. He thinks you're one hell of a sexy
woman." "So now you've been discussing me with that kind of man!" "No, he just
said that one day. He didn't meant it as an insult." "Well, find some other way
to cover your bet. He looks like a fugitive from a motorcycle gang. He's fat.
And that long hair, that beard and mustache . . .he scares me!" "Willy's as
gentle as a lamb, honey. Come on, be a sport. I'm not going to lose." Janet
slipped her ring off. Paused to glare at her husband. Worked the ring off her
finger and handed it to Alan. "There, damn you! You'd better hope you don't live
to regret this." "No sweat, baby. It's covered." Janet followed Alan back into
the living room and stood between him and Willy as the cards were dealt. Her
emotions were terribly confused. She had no idea what she would do if Alan lost
and she was expected to give Willy some sort of "reward" that might entail
anything more than a quick kiss. Alan cockily showed Janet the three kings he'd
drawn. She smiled weakly. "Uh, Willy, uh, what do you get if Alan lost?" Janet
had to force the words out. Her nerves were jumping around so badly she could
hardly stand still. "Oh, we'll figure out something. Don't worry, little lady,
I'm not half as bad as I look." Willy gave her a beaming smile. Well, at least
he doesn't chew tobacco, Janet thought. He smells nice, too. That men's cologne
he's wearing must have cost plenty. Maybe he's not so bad after all. "Let's put
our cards on the table," Alan said confidently, putting down his three kings. He
reached for the pot, looking around to grin at Janet. "Whoa, fellah," Willy
said. "Read'em and weep." He put down three fives and two threes--a full house.
Everyone was silent for a few moments. Then Alan stood quickly, knocking over
his chair. "Well, shit!" Janet and Willy exchanged looks. Willy raked in the
money, carefully straightened it, and put it in his wallet. Then he took his
wallet out again and removed a twenty-dollar bill, which he put back on the
table. "To cover the beer and snacks," he said softly. Then he picked up Janet's
ring and studied it carefully. "I've got to get rid of some of this beer," Alan
said meekly. He left the room. "So?" Janet said faintly. "What now?" Willy stood
and handed Janet her ring. He waited until she'd slipped it back on her finger.
"That depends on you, doesn't it? I mean, I'm not going to just fuck you." He
read her deep blush as embarrassment. "Tell you what, you say stop when you
think it's gone far enough. Just so you'll know, I think you're one hell of a
woman. I've got a lot of respect for you. I might look big and rough, but I do
have some manners. Alan got you into this, but I won't take advantage of that."
"When what's gone far enough?" she whispered. "Well, whatever. I won't make a
secret of the fact that I'd like to . . . that I'd find it very nice to . .
.well, you will give me a kiss at least, won't you?" Janet held out her arms,
"Oh, what the hell! You won, fair and square." Willy gathered her into his
strong arms and immediately kissed her. Her mouth opened instinctively to admit
his questing tongue. The big hams he used for hands slipped down to cup her trim
ass and pulled her groin tight to his. Janet found herself responding to him..
Her blood began racing through her veins, getting hotter by the seconds. She
felt a tremendous bulge in the front of his pants, but dismissed it. It was
simply far to large to be his cock, then, as the bulge got bigger, she started
to wonder. She forgot about Alan, Forgot about being married! She thought only
of the fact that no other man had touched her, in any way, since she'd been
married. Her emotions took over--emotions that were suddenly running at a fever
pitch. She returned his kiss passionately and pressed her body tightly to his.
She ran her fingers through his long, thick hair and moaned softly. It was the
first time she'd been kissed by a man wearing a beard and mustache. Contrary to
what she's said to Alan about not liking it, she found it rather pleasant. The
thought of how his beard would feel rubbing the inside of her thighs flitted
through her mind. She gasped sharply as the unbidden idea grew stronger. She
knew at that instant that she was going to fuck this man. Right here. Right now.
In her living room, with her husband present. Alan could think what he wanted,
as long as he didn't interfere. When Willy pulled her dress up over her hips,
baring her ass, Janet offered no objection or resistance. His large hands felt
so good on the smooth, hot skin of her buttocks. He had one hand on each cheek,
squeezing them, pulling them apart, and lifting them. Janet ground her crotch
into the bulge in his pants. It had gotten larger. She didn't think such a thing
was possible. Surely he had something stuffed in his shorts. No man had a cock
that big! No one! Janet was no longer in control of herself. She was like putty
in the hands of this man. A man who seemed to exude a strong sexual aura. Willy
pulled her dress over her head, with lots of help from her. She wanted to be
totally, absolutely naked with him. For him. She had deliberately not worn any
underwear because the lines showed under the clingy dress, not because she
expected to give herself to a stranger. Willy tossed the dress aside and put one
arm around her back. When she felt his other hand touch her lower belly, she
opened her legs for him. His touch was gentle and knowing. He rubbed his palm
over the surface of her cunt, eased one finger between the lips at the bottom of
her slit and into her cunt hole. She gasped again, harder this time. The moan
that followed was loud and encouraging. Willy played with her pussy for a few
moments, then picked her up and carried her to the couch. He had to pull her
arms from around his neck when he put her down on her back. He kissed her
nipples, then licked his way down the front of her body. Janet threw one leg
over the back of the couch and let her other foot fall to the floor. She lay
back, her eyes closed, waiting for him to possess her. Willy licked her pussy
from bottom to top a few times, then put his face in her wet slit and began
tonguing her clit. His hands slid up to grasp her nipples between his fingers.
He rolled the erect points around gently as he sucked and licked at her hard
clit. His beard tickled the soft insides of her thighs. His mustache brushed
softly at the area just above her clit. She found the experience very pleasant.
"Oh, Willy! Oh, yes! Eat me, Willy! suck my clit good!" Janet started humping
her cunt at his face with such energy that she slammed her pubic bone against
his nose several times. Undeterred, Willy continued sucking her pussy and
lashing her clit with his tongue. Her moans changed to shrieks of ecstasy. Alan
rushed down the hall from the bathroom, attracted by Janet's screams, thinking
Willy was molesting her. Which he was, in a way, but with her full consent. He
skidded to a halt just inside the living room, unable to believe what he saw.
Janet was humping and bouncing all over the couch, using her legs for leverage,
as Willy kept eating her out vigorously. She was lost far out in space, unable
to stop her orgasm, even had she wanted to. Alan could have invited all the
neighbors in and that still wouldn't have made any difference to her. She was
flying, surrounded by an erotic haze that obscured everything but the glorious
feelings coming from her cunt. Without realizing the significance of it, Alan
was now in the same boat Janet had been in the day before when she'd walked in
while he was fucking Betty. The tables had been turned. He didn't appreciate it
any more than Janet had, but, like the situation she had found herself in, he
was unable to move, unable to put a stop to her ravishment by Willy. Janet rode
out her orgasm. She lifted her head and looked down at Willy's head. Her hands
gripped his hair and pulled his head up. He looked up and met her gaze. "Let me
do something for you, Willy. Come on, baby. Let me do something for you. That
was so good! I can't believe how I came. Now it's your turn. Get out of your
clothes and let me do you." Willy stood on the floor by the couch. Silently,
quickly, he shed his clothes. When his cock jumped free, Janet had good reason
to gasp again. Tentatively, she put out one hand and wrapped it around the
shaft. Almost wrapped her hand around anyway. Her fingers were too short to meet
around the girth of the monster. "Dear God in heaved!" she said breathlessly.
"I've never seen anything so big! You can't put that thing in me! Maybe I'd
better suck it." She surveyed the one-eyed monster critically. "No, that won't
work, either. That's a real jawbreaker. I could never get it in my mouth." Willy
let her rattle, standing patiently as she stroked his prick and tried to decide
what she was going to do with it. She tugged on it and he followed getting on
the couch between her legs. Janet rubbed the bare knob of his huge cock up and
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