Chapter 4
Actually going to the wiener roast that night was a drag, Janis thought, as she sat glumly in front of the blazing fire and watched Jip and the other boys toasting hot dogs for their dates. The fun of it had been seeing the shocked expression on the faces of the other kids when she'd shown up on Jip's arm instead of Betty-Lou. As far as she was concerned, the evening had gone downhill from there.
The rest of the girls were instantly resentful of the dirty trick Janis had played on their friend and made it obvious they wanted nothing to do with her. That didn't matter, because Janis had never had much love for any other girl, considering them either as rivals for boys she wanted or beneath her contempt. All of her life she'd had more boys than girls as friends and she was delighted to see that, even in a hick town like Tobinville, this was holding true.
In spite of their dates' warning to keep away from her, the guys had swarmed around Janis all evening, bringing her cokes and making sure she got the first wiener ready from the fire. She noticed how each of them in turn had sidled up to Jip and murmured a few words that had brought an instant burst of hearty, sexual laughter from the boys. She knew what they were Baying-or at least that the gist of it had to do with their friend's luck and impending good time with Janis.
She took another small bite on the hot dog Jip had fixed for her, then tossed it half-eaten into the sand. "This party is beginning to resemble a wake!" she announced loudly. Fishing into the large purse she'd brought, she withdrew a transistor radio and tuned it to a rock station, turning the volume up full blast "Anybody want to dance?"
Nearly all of the boys lunged to be first but the sharp reprimands from their dates halted them in their tracks. They stood back, their eyes burning with lust as they watched Janis begin to sway and gyrate her hips and breasts in time to the throbbing sensuality of the music. She'd selected a pair of short-short white cutoffs that clung to the molded curves of her behind like she'd been poured into them. Up top she wore a sleeveless blouse, unbuttoned far enough to give a generous view of the tempting young tits underneath and leave no doubt that they were as naked as they looked.
As the music built, she began to bump her hips like a novice stripper, thrusting her behind at one boy and then shimmying her tits at another. The shocked looks on the girls" faces only made her dance wilder, her movements more suggestive and enticing.
"Come on!" she taunted. "What are you all? A bunch of panty-wastes? Can't you disobey Mommy just once when you feel like it?"
She knew every one of the boys wanted to leap forward and dance with her, but thoughts of the consequences held them back. They knew she was Jip's date and disobeying their own date's edict to keep away from her would only leave them out in the cold for the rest of the night.
All right, Janis thought, determined to get a rebellion going if it killed her, lets see if this doesn't warm them up a little. She stopped dancing and dug into the purse again, this time pulling out a fifth of scotch whiskey. Another gasp went up from the girls and even the boys gaped at one another in stunned surprise.
"How'd you get hold of that?" Tadpole asked enviously.
"Easy. I've got a fake I.D. card that says I'm old enough to buy it. All the kids in Chicago know how to get what they want if they really try." She opened the bottle and took a long swig from it. The scotch burned its way down her throat, but she let no sign of it show on her face. Even as the first began to warm her stomach, she raised the bottle back to her lips and took a longer swallow, then held it out to the boys. "Anybody want a slug?" she offered.
like lambs frightened of an impending slaughter, none of them moved forward to accept the challenge.
"Here," Jip laughed, "give it to me." He took the bottle from Janis and poured a generous swallow down his throat, then turned to his buddies. "What's the matter with you guys?" he chided. "Are you all chicken?"
The boys shifted nervously, glancing at one another to see who would be first Finally Tadpole stepped up to Jip and took the bottle. The ice broken, the other boys crowded up to him and soon the bottle was being passed back and forth with happy shouts and laughter.
"That's the idea!" Janis laughed. "Now let's see who wants to dance with me!"
"I will, baby," a tall, athletic-looking boy named Ringo laughed, grabbing her by the hips and beginning to gyrate in time to the throbbing rock music. Janis laughed at his clumsiness, but began to move in counter-rhythm to the thrusting of his body toward her. As the music swelled, their bodies gravitated closer until their bellies touched and they began to move their hips in a slow, sensual grind. Janis could feel a pressure beginning to build against her thigh as her heavily sexual dancing excited him. Pressing the core of her belly against the pulsing lump in Ringo's pants, she began to move her hips slowly in and out, her hands stroking the hair on the back of his neck as she pulled his head down to hers.
"You're good," she murmured huskily.
"I try to be," the boy grunted, thrusting himself against her and grinding his hips in a slow circle to let her feel the strength she had aroused.
"Hinmmm," Janis purred, "I'll have to try you sometime!"
"Any time you want to, baby!"
Her mouth touched his and Ringo's tongue drove instantly between her lips, big and thick and wet. He searched the inside of her mouth, sucking hard from the back of his throat as he pulled on her own willing tongue.
"All right!" a sharp female voice snarled. "That's enough. You're my date, Romeo!" The girl pulled Ringo away from Janis and another boy took his place instantly. Laughing, she pushed him away and stepped into the middle of the circle, her body fully illuminated by the blazing campfire.
"Now I'm going to show you how to really dance!" she taunted. The rhythm of the music pounded steadily forward as her hips began to sway from side to side and her incredible pair of tits bobbed like oval balloons filled with jello. Turning toward the group of boys still drinking her scotch, she lifted her hands slowly to the top button of her blouse and opened it. The guys nudged each other and focused their full attention on the performance Janis was about to give.
With her tongue rolling sexily around her lips, she opened her blouse all the way down the front as she danced, then slipped it quickly off her shoulders and dropped it to the sand. A loud chorus of appreciative whistles burst from the boys as Janis shook her naked tits at them.
"Who wants to dance now?" she challenged.
A tall dark-haired boy jumped into the circle with her and attempted to pull her into his arms, but Janis pushed him away.
"Huh-uh!" she laughed. "You have to take off your shirt, too!"
The boy stripped quickly, revealing a muscular chest covered with a patch of thick black hair. Moving back to Janis, he caught her and drew her up against him, grinding his hairy chest against the softness of her tits.
"Ohhhh!" she squealed in delight. "That feels so good!"
"Let's go someplace and I'll make you feel even better!" the boy growled in her ear.
"I don't know," she teased. "I'll have to think about it."
The boy's hands dropped to her buttocks and pulled her sharply against him. A hard, throbbing pressure dug against her thigh. "Think about that" the boy muttered.
"I will, I will!" she promised.
Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder, pulling her roughly away from the boy. She stopped dancing and turned to confront one of the girls, her face twisted with hot anger. The other girls stood close behind their spokesman, looking like they were fit to kill.
"What are you trying to do?" the girl snarled. "That's my date!"
"Can I help it if he wants to dance with me?" Janis said sweetly. "If you don't know how to hold onto your man, don't blame me, honey. Blame yourself."
"I wouldn't lower myself to your level," the girl spat angrily back.
"No? Then why don't you and those other old maids go tend to your knitting and let me show these guys how to have some fun? Because whether you know it or not, my level is just what they like! Don't you, guys?"
By this time the boys had almost finished the scotch and their spirits were strong enough to answer with a resounding chorus of yes!
Janis laughed wildly as the boys crowded around her. She began to dance again, shaking her naked tits defiantly at the other girls. "Why don't you chicks start acting like women instead of somebody's grandmother?" she taunted.
"Are you going to stand for that?" one of the girls squealed.
"Not me!" another girl answered. "If that's what Hot-Rod wants, I can give it to him as good as she can!" An instant later, there was a second discarded blouse on the sand as the girl stripped down to her waist and leaped into the circle with Janis. The boys began to hoot and clap their hands, defying the other girls to follow their example. Before long, even the most hesitant of them had shed her blouse and bra and the deserted beach sang with the shouts of wild laughter as the semi-naked teenagers flung themselves with wild abandon into the music.
"Okay!" Janis laughed. "We're starting to get somewhere! Now for the bottoms!"
The crowd froze in its tracks as Janis boldly unzipped her shorts and flung them into the darkness beyond the fire.
"Last one into the lake is a sex fiend!" she squealed, tearing off across the sand toward the cold, dark water. As she dove in, she heard shrieks of laughter following her and in a matter of minutes the kids were all naked and splashing wildly about in the water. The party was finally starting to come alive, but the best part was yet to come.
She saw Jip swimming a few yards away and paddled quickly up behind him. Her hand circled his waist and seized him. "Boo!" she laughed, tugging playfully on the maleness she held captured in her hand. He yelped in surprise, then recognized Janis and pulled her up against him. His mouth found hers instantly and he kissed her hard, using his tongue more skillfully than he had that afternoon.
As their bodies bobbed in the cold water, Jip took Janis's breasts in his hands and began to squeeze them and stroke the big nipples between his fingertips. The feeling of the cool water and the boy's hands excited her and she felt the twin pink nipples expanding and hardening as he continued to play with them.
"You sure know how to raise hell, don't you!" Jip laughed huskily, as he glanced quickly at the wild abandon of the other kids frolicking around them.
The pressure of Janis's fingers tightened and she pulled on him playfully. "Apparently that's not all I know how to raise!" she laughed sexily.
Jip grinned and reminded her, "You proved that this afternoon, remember?"
"How could I forget?"
"You made a promise to me, too."
"Did I?" she said innocently.
"You sure as hell did!" Jip avowed. "I'm going to hold you to it, too!"
"Yeah?" Janis's hand suddenly released its grip and she splashed water up at his face. "You'll have to catch me first, big boy!"
With a squeal, she took off from him, paddling as fast as she could to shore. Once on the beach, she tore off across the dark strip of sand with Jip hotly in pursuit. As soon as she knew they were far enough away from the other kids, she slowed down and let him catch her. With a flying tackle, the boy threw his arms around her middle and brought them both tumbling down to the sand. He wrestled her quickly onto her back and pinned his weight on top of her.
"So you caught me!" Janis laughed. "Now what are you going to do about it?"
Jip's hips drove down at her, pressing the full bulk of his aroused masculinity against her belly. "Do you have to ask?" he growled.
"I hope not!" Janis purred. Her hands dug into his shoulders and pulled his face down to kiss her. As their mouths met and exchanged brutal kisses, her nails clawed their way down to his buttocks and dug into the hard balls of flesh, pressing him even flatter against her.
She had no real desire in Jip as a person, but the effect of the scotch she'd drunk, together with the sheer animal lust aroused by the hardness and readiness of a man on top of her, made her want him. Then, too, the fact that Jip had probably never done it before seemed tremendously exciting to her.
Her hips began to move in the sand, grinding slowly from side to side under the boy. A low murmur built in her throat as she urged him to lift up, then caught him and bent him down into position between her thighs. She brushed the hot tip of him against her wet fur, guiding him to the spot
"Give it to me!" she murmured, her nails digging hard into the boy's buttocks. "Come on, baby, show me what you can do!"
With a sharp gasp, Jip lunged down hard on her, his body fusing with Janis's with such force that the slap of his belly hitting hers was like a gunshot in the still night air.
"Jesus Christ!" Janis screamed. "I didn't mean that hard! What are you trying to do? Rip me open?"
"I-I'm sorry!" the boy stammered, his face coloring with embarrassment and shame for his inexperience. He started to pull back out, but Janis's hands pushed him down again.
"As long as the damage is done," she cracked, "stay where you are. But give me a nunute to catch my breath, huh?"
The searing pain that his violent entry had ripped into her belly began to mellow, shifting into another kind of feeling as the presence of a man in her began to arouse her need once again. Her hips started to move slowly up and down from the sticky sand, her belly rubbing against Jip's as she worked him in and out of herself.
"All right, honey," she muttered. "Let's try it again. But this time let's take it easy, huh? You're not drilling for oil, you know."
The shame of inexperience had weakened the boy's erection, but as Janis began to guide him his strength returned and his strokes became surer, more instinctively aware of how it should be done. His mouth covered her face and neck with hot kisses as his buttocks rose and fell on top of her, driving himself deep into the warm core of a bliss he had heretofore only dreamed of. His chest squashed her tits almost as flat as he rubbed his upper body over her while his lower parts continued to pump with faster and faster strokes.
"Is it good, baby?" Janis gasped. "Do you like it?"
"Oh, God!" Jip moaned. "I never felt anything like this in my life!"
"Feels good, huh?" she laughed, grinding her hips up at him and working her inner muscles in a new and surprising way. She clamped firmly onto him, held him in place for a moment, then squeezed and massaged him until he was groaning with delirious pleasure.
Her legs lifted from the sand and locked behind Jip's back, opening the road to pleasure even wider for him. "How's that?" she asked. "Feel good?"
"Ohhh, Janis!" he drooled. His hips drove down at her, burying himself right to the hilt in that hot pot of bliss.
"Faster now, baby!" she urged. "Harder, too! I'm ready for it now! Let me have all you can give!"
The moonlight bounced like refracting sparklers off the shine of Jip's naked ass as he drove himself mercilessly into her, each lunge bringing a cry for a harder one from her insatiable lips. As he hammered himself in and out of her she rode with him, her legs tightly clinging to his back, her body lifting from the sand and slapping back down with a force that shook the breath from her.
Suddenly Jip reared back his head and began to bray like a wild man, his thrust becoming reckless and mindful of nothing but the swift culmination of his own pleasure. "I'm going to!" he howled. "Janis, I can't stop it! I have to!"
"Not yet!" she screamed, instantly aware from the different kind of pulsing she felt inside her of what was about to happen. She clamped tightly on him, trying to top it. "Not yet, dammit!"
"I-I can't help it!" the boy groaned. "I-i aaaagghhhh!" His body exploded violently, his weight lunging deeply down on her as the full joy of release burst from him again and again and again.
Janis hurried to join him, desperately flinging herself up at him and working her muscles in a frantic attempt to catch her own pleasure before it was too late. She'd never had to work like this before. Every other man who'd taken her had had the sense to wait until he was sure she was ready to come with him before taking off on his own.
Using every bit of her skill, she twisted and writhed in under Jip, working him against his will until finally she gasped and surrendered herself to the sweet flood of fulfillment.
When it was over, Jip rolled off her and onto his back in the sand. He seemed nervous, embarrassed now that he'd done it. His eyes avoided Janis's, as though he were ashamed of what they had just done.
"I think I know now how you got a nickname like Jip," she muttered. "Only I think you should spell it gy-p"
"What's the matter?" he asked, raising up on an elbow and looking earnestly down at her. "Wasn't it all right?"
"All right?" Janis was about to laugh and make a disparaging crack about the boy's performance, but something in his eyes stopped her. He looked so hurt, so vulnerable to having his masculine pride destroyed.
After all, she told herself, even I wasn't really so hot the first time. Maybe with a little practice and a lot more self-control he could get to be pretty good at it. At least good enough to keep a small-town mouse like Betty-Lou happy. The wrong thing said right now, though, could put a dent in him that no woman for the rest of his life would ever be able to straighten out. Once mocked, he would never again be absolutely certain that he had the ability to please a woman, that no matter how good he performed she wasn't secretly laughing at him.
Janis knew there were women in the world who enjoyed doing things like that, who got their kicks from mentally castrating men they went to bed with. But she wasn't one of them. If a particular man couldn't match up to her expectations, she saw no reason in destroying him for it. There were plenty of other men around to choose from and probably plenty of other women who might find the guy perfectly adequate.
"Yeah," she murmured, "it was all right, Jip." He beamed with relief and put a quick kiss on her mouth. But, she added to herself, the next time I'll get a man to do the job right!