Chapter 7
As the hours of the following days ticked slowly by, Janis had more than one occasion to regret that afternoon with Jip. When he dropped her off at the house, each knew it would be the last time they would see each other and with him went her only relief from the torment of being around Van without being able to possess him.
Sometimes, when they would be watching television after supper, she would look across the room at him with his arm around Peggy and the need for him would be like a knife twisting slowly in her stomach. When he brushed past her or grazed her hand while passing something at the table, Janis's sharp intake of breath was almost audible. She dreamed of him during the day and at night the agony of sleeping alone and knowing he was right down the hall, making love to her sister, was enough to make her want to die that very night.
But, true to her plan, Janis acted as though nothing at all was the matter. She ignored Van almost to the point of rudeness. Whenever he caught her staring at him, she looked quickly and guiltily away, breaking into a chatter of conversation about the first thing that came to her mind. She helped Peggy in the kitchen more than she ever had helped her mother at home, preferring the menial work to the tension of being alone in the living room with Van and not knowing anything to say except how much she desired him.
Although it was torment to keep it up, she could tell that her plan was getting instantaneous results. Peggy's suspicions relaxed after the very first day and she no longer thought twice about going into town and leaving her sister and husband alone in the house. In fact, noting Janis's abrupt indifference to Van, she even began to encourage them to do things together, feeling that an undesirable rift might have grown between them.
On Van's part, the new tactic was having exactly the effect Janis wanted. While she had been openly and obviously chasing him, he'd been able to ignore her with the indifference of a stallion stud used to being courted by every mare in the pasture. Her sudden lack of interest, though, was like an insult to his masculinity, particularly since Janis had told him she now preferred a much younger man. His pride began to reassert itself through more meaningful smiles whenever he talked to her and a casual way of exposing his chest and biceps as often as circumstances permitted. Often he would strip off his shirt and lie on the couch bare-chested watching television, asking Janis to bring him a cold beer from the kitchen and then giving her a broad smile and wink when she handed it to him.
Those moments were especially difficult for Janis, for she knew that if she acted too quickly the entire scheme would go up in a puff of smoke. She had to bide her time, let the sauce simmer just long enough without running the danger of having it boil over.
The opportunity she'd been waiting for came almost precisely two weeks from the day Janis had first arrived. It was a hot Saturday, with the temperature climbing even higher and more than an hour to go before noon. Peggy had taken the car and gone into town to do the week's grocery shopping and stop for a doctor's appointment. Van was working on the running battle he had with the weeds in their front yard and Janis was getting ready to let her plan spring into action at last.
She came downstairs in her skimpy bathing suit and went out to where Van was working. "Hi," she said, tapping him on the shoulder. "You look hot."
His eyes quickly scanned up and down her nearly-naked body and he began to grin. "You don't."
"Oh, but I am," she purred. "I'm very hot."
"Want me to turn the hose on you?" Van laughed.
"I've got a better idea. Why don't we drive out to the lake for a quick swim?"
Van shook his head and went back to the weeds. "Can't."
"Why not?"
"Too much work to be done around here."
"Oh, come on!" She bent down and put her hand over his, stopping his work. Her fingers tightened on his. "The weeds will still be here when you get back. A swim will do you a world of good. Besides," she added with a droll smile, "I still haven't had a chance to see you in action. In the water, I mean."
Van laughed and shook his head no, but Janis's sudden rebirth of interest was beginning to intrigue him. "I really can't. But if you want to go I'll loan you my car for the afternoon."
"No good. I don't know how to drive." She tugged on his hand, urging him to his feet. "So it looks like you're stuck taking me."
"Janis, I..."
"Oh, come on!" she laughed. "Don't be such an old stick in the mud! A hard swim will be good for you; you're starting to get flabby!"
"Where?" Van protested.
"Go on, get into your suit while it still fits! Unless you want to go skinny-dipping!"
Van shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "What can I do? She's got me cornered." He put his arm around Janis's waist and squeezed her hip. "All right, I don't think Peggy would be mad if we sneak off without her for a little while."
Not unless she catches us! Janis thought with a wicked grin of anticipation.
"Get in die car," Van said. "I'll be changed and down in ten seconds."
Janis's insides were fluttering wildly as she waited for him. When he came out of the house, her heart leaped almost to her throat. He looked so sexy in that tight bathing suit! She crossed her legs together and swallowed hard as she stared at the awesome bulge pushing against the front of the suit as Van came up to the car.
Soon! she thought. Soon!
Van parked the car near the spot where they'd had the first picnic but, anxious to avoid running into another crowd like they had the last time, Janis maneuvered him further down the sandy beach and spread out the blanket under a sheltered grove of trees. "You won't get much sun in here," Van told her. "Why don't you set things up down closer to the water?"
"This place is fine," she assured him. "You know, too much sun isn't good for my skin. We redheads have to be careful about how much exposure we get." Van began to laugh and Janis whirled with a questioning look. "What's so funny? It's true! I could get a terrific burn if I stay out in the sun too long!"
"I wasn't laughing about that!"
"No? What then?"
"What you said about exposure," Van grinned, his eyes running quickly up and down her body. "I mean, it's hard to imagine you any more exposed than you are in that suit!"
"Oh?" Janis's eyes flashed playfully. "You noticed, huh?"
"Hell, a man would have to be blind not to!" Van laughed.
"And you sure aren't blind, are you, baby?" Janis purred. She turned from side to side, exhibiting her sultry curves to their fullest advantage. "I'll bet you've always had an eye for the ladies, haven't you?'"
Van shrugged modestly. "I've done all right in my time."
"Hmmmmm! I'll bet you have!" Janis moved closer to him and put her hand on his chest, running her fingers slowly down through the thick whorls of black hair until she was almost to his belly. "But don't talk like your time is over, honey. I'll bet there's still a lot of juice in the old machine." Her hand moved down to the rim of his bathing suit and was about to drop lower, but Van caught her wrist and lifted her fingers away. "What's the matter, sugar?" she purred. "Scared of something?"
"We came here to swim, remember?"
"But there are so many other, more interesting things we could do-now that we've got the chance."
Van held her eyes for a long moment, reading the open invitation in them. Her body pressed closer, her swelling nipples grazing his chest and the warmth of her thighs brushing against his. Her perfume was intoxicatingly strong in his nostrils. Her long red hair whispered excitingly over his cheek as she brought her mouth slowly to his.
"What do you say, handsome?" she murmured.
Van hesitated for just a moment longer, then his hands wrapped around her and seized her by the buttocks, pulling her sexy young body up against his as their lips met with savage force. His thick tongue drove into Janis's mouth, plunging deeply toward the back of her throat and almost suffocating her with the intensity of his kiss.
Janis moaned with joy as Van's big tongue plunged in and out of her mouth. Her arms tightened around his back like steel bands. Her hips ground slowly from side to side against him, feeling the steadily building of pressure from inside his bathing suit hardening in response to her suggestive squirming. Her mind was spinning deliriously, scarcely able to believe that at last she was in his arms and about to know the brutality of this big man's loving.
Her hand dropped to his hip and worked its way between their bodies, finding the strength of him and squeezing it possessively. "Take me, Van," she sobbed. "Take me now!"
He pulled away and looked down at her aroused body. For a moment it seemed as though he would, indeed, thrust her onto the blanket and pin her flat. Janis could almost feel it happening. But the magic spell suddenly broke and Van began to shake his head from side to side.
"What do you mean no?" she gasped. She reached for the strong lump in his bathing suit again, but he brushed her hand roughly away.
"We'd both better get in the water fast and cool off," Van muttered. "Before we make a mistake we'll both be sorry for."
"Who'll be sorry?" Janis squealed. "I won't!" But it was too late for protests. Van had made up his mind. With a quick jerk of his body, he turned from her and ran off across the sand into the cool lake. He swam hard the instant he was in deep water, as though he were fleeing for his life.
The ache of disappointment was like a hook caught in Janis's insides and ripping her apart. She'd been so sure, so positive that she was going to have him at last What had gone wrong? What? She felt close to tears, her frustration more intense than she could bear. She looked out at Van as he swam toward the life raft several hundred yards from shore, watching him go with the agony of a fisherman whose prize catch had suddenly and inexplicably torn free from the line and swam away, just as victory was within grasping distance.
"Well you're not getting away that easily!" she vowed angrily. "If I have to rape you, Van Avery, you're not getting away from me this afternoon!"
She ran quickly to the lake and dived into the water, swimming hard to catch up with Van. By the time she reached the life raft, he was already up on it, panting with exhaustion and brushing the water from his arms and legs. "How about a hand?" she called, bobbing in the water alongside the wooden platform.
Van knelt at the edge of the raft and leaned over to offer his arm and pull her up. He was unprepared for the sudden hard tug Janis gave as soon as she'd fastened onto his hand. With a tremendous splash, Van toppled off the raft and into the water. He came up sputtering, his face red with anger.
"That was a rotten trick!"
"Not half as rotten as the one you just pulled!" she rejoined. As Van wiped his eyes, she splashed hard in the water, showering him again.
"What the hell's the matter with you?" he shouted angrily.
"I'm trying to drown a rat!" She splashed again, then a third time, until Van could take no more and lunged at her. She squealed and darted away, but he caught her by the ankle and pulled her back.
"Here's a taste of your own medicine!" he raged, ducking her under the water.
Janis spat water as she came back to the surface, then instantly flung herself against him. The steady motion of the life raft as its metal drum pontoon drifted with the lapping of the lake brought their bodies flush together. She pulled up her legs and wrapped them around Van's waist, clinging tightly to his neck and forcing his mouth to accept her kiss. He resisted for a moment, but as the steady motion of the water continued to drive their bodies back and forth he gave in to the feelings that were once again hardening him with excitement
His arms encircled her back and pulled her tightly against him, almost squashing her breasts in the unyielding strength of his hairy chest. The feeling of that wet hair was like slick fur against Janis's nearly-naked tits as she squirmed with him. Her hips began to pump back and forth on him, responding wildly to the hard steel pressure inside his bathing suit. Her right hand dropped from Van's neck to his waist and worked its way into his trunks. This time he didn't stop her. His kiss became more frenzied as her fingers slipped further and further down his belly until they caught the prize they were after. The strength and hardness of it startled her. She moaned deep in her throat and tried to wrap her fingers all the way around him, but he was bigger than she had anticipated and it was impossible to make a fist on him.
She squeezed hard, then began to work her fingers up and down on him, tantalizing him in a way she knew no man could resist for long. Van's tongue drove more roughly into her mouth as she played with him, exciting him until he would no longer be able to resist, until there would be no thought on his mind except the pleasure Janis's hot young body offered.
His hand dropped to her lap, his thick fingers probing until he'd pulled back the thin strip of bikini. His palm cupped between her thighs, then his long middle finger began to work its way through the slick wet fur until he'd found the core of her. Janis moaned with delight as Van fingered her, clenching her thighs on him and working her inner muscles to give him a sample of the skills she knew.
Van's other hand dropped to his bathing suit and began to push it down, freeing himself for the first hard thrust which his finger was only preparing her for. Now it was Janis's turn to stop the show. Knowing what Van was about to do, she pushed him gently away and murmured, "Not here, baby. I want this to be good."
"Where?" Van gasped.
"On the blanket. Let's do it right." She reached down and squeezed him again, then winked and laughed, "I'll race you to shore."
Before Van could protest, she broke away from the diving raft and swam as fast as she could toward shore. He was right behind her, his body thrashing water as he made long, powerful strokes to catch up with her.
Janis's mind sang with wild excitement as she swam. At last! she cried to herself. I knew I'd get him! I knew it!
She reached the narrow strip of beach and ran across the sand to the blanket, throwing herself down on it and lifting up her arms to Van as he dropped to his knees beside her. She laughed with joy as his weight fell on top of her. Their lips met in another furious kiss. Her arms clung tightly around his neck, her legs lifting to lock behind him. For several minutes their dripping wet bodies ground together, their hips arching and falling in imitation of the rhythmic strokes of lovemaking.
"Undress me, Van!" Janis gasped. "I want you to see me naked!"
He pulled up and groped to remove the tiny strip of cloth that covered her tits. Yanking it away, his hands fell on her breasts and squeezed them hard, pressing the twin mounds together and kneading them with his strong fingers until the nipples were stiffened and standing high.
"Do you like them?" Janis moaned. "What do you think?"
"Then show me," she urged, pressing gently on the back of his neck. "Kiss them, Van! Take them in your mouth and make love to them!"
With an animal-like snarl Van's mouth fell on the young girl's left tit. He seized the nipple in his teeth and clamped his jaws gently together, shaking it from side to side like a dog with a bone. The slight pain of his bite was more exciting to her than any tender kiss he could have given. Her hand pressed harder on his head, urging him to put more of the beautiful tit into his mouth.
Her hands raked up and down Van's naked back as he paid homage to her tits with his lips and tongue. Each time he sucked on her nipple, she squealed with delight and begged him for even more. A fire was growing deep in her belly and her thighs began to fan it into flame as she opened and closed her legs, squnming deliriously under the wet assault of Van's mouth.
Suddenly he pulled away and began to work his tongue down Janis's chest, licking slowly in a zigzag pattern to her belly, where he drove the point of his tongue into her navel and licked and sucked at it until her stomach was bouncing like a frenzied belly dancer's. His hands stroked her hips, tugging at the bottom part of her bikini. She lifted up from the blanket and Van pulled the suit down.
Tossing the thin strip of cloth onto the sand, he lifted her legs up onto his shoulders and stared down at her lush young nakedness. "Oh, baby!" he groaned. "You redheads are something special all right!"
He lowered his head slowly, his mouth planting hot kisses along the salty-sweet flesh of her inner legs. He pulled her closer, forcing her to lift her legs almost vertically up from the blanket, then buried his face in the damp muff of soft flesh and hair.
Janis screamed with delight as his tongue tickled across her and suddenly drove deeply in. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his back as Van's head began to bob slowly up and down between her thighs. He was good at it! Only Rocky had ever been able to know just how to use his lips and tongue like this! Most of the other men who had done it for Janis had been inept, barely able to excite her. They had the desire, but none of the skill that only continual practice can give a man. Van had it though, she thought. And how!
Knowing just how he was exciting her, Van continued his erotic play until the twitching of her thighs told him it was time to stop. He pulled his mouth away and dropped his legs back to the blanket, then rose slowly to his feet. Janis stared up at him as he towered above her, her eyes fixed firmly on the heavy bulge in his bathing suit. As he started to take down his trunks, she scrambled quickly onto her knees to stop him.
"Let mel" she begged. "Please, Van. Let me take them down!"
He grinned and nodded his head, putting both hands on his hips and planting his feet firmly apart as she wriggled up on her knees and put her hands on the elastic waistband of his bathing suit. "Go ahead," he murmured.
Janis planted a quick kiss on her brother-in-law's Wet, hairy belly, then slowly tugged down his swimming trunks, her eyes widening like a little girl who was opening a Christmas present. She swallowed hard as she uncovered him and the suit dropped to his knees.
The size of him astonished her. His hairiness was almost terrifying.
Her fingers stroked lightly up the insides of Van's thighs, then formed a basket to cup the swinging weight between his legs. She bent her face and kissed them both, then licked at them with the end of her tongue as Van's hands pressed her head closer.
"Go ahead," he urged. "I like that."
Janis's mouth widened and she drew her head up in under the twin orbs, each as big and oval-shaped as a hen's egg. She touched her lips to them and was about to suck them into her mouth when suddenly a branch of fallen wood snapped like gunshot not four feet from the blanket. Van pushed her head away and whirled around.
Two teenagers stood gaping at them from the edge of the woods, their mouths and eyes wide open in astonishment.
"I'm-uh-sorry," the boy gulped, his eyes taking in every inch of Janis's nakedness and comprehending instantly just why she was on her knees like that in front of Van. "We didn't-uh-know this spot was taken." He and his girl stared for a moment longer, then turned and disappeared back into the woods.
Van bent and started to tug his trunks back up. "Come on, get dressed," he snapped. "We're getting out of here."
Janis clung to his legs, trying to stop him. "Why, Van? They won't come back! Nobody else will bother us!"
"Come on, I said!" He pushed her roughly away and pulled up his suit. "Those kids know me, dammit! I'll be lucky if this story isn't all over town by six o'clock!"
"They won't tell anybody!" Janis pleaded, seeing her victory disappearing right before her eyes but helpless to stop it. "They were here for the same thing! They're not going to tell!"
Van picked up the scraps of Janis's bikini from the sand and tossed them at her. "I said get dressed! I'll wait for you in the car." Without so much as a look back, he disappeared into the woods.
Hot tears of anger and frustration streamed down Janis's cheeks the moment he was gone. She pounded her fists into the blanket, cursing and crying at the same time. She had been so close! So close! Her insides ached with a torment she had never known before. It was worse to have touched him, to have had him almost in her mouth, almost to have known the full extent of his lovemaking-infinitely worse-than just dreaming and hoping for him had been. She had seen that dream almost coming true, then suddenly and rudely been awakened and thrust roughly back to where she had been before.
"It isn't fair!" she cried. "It just isn't fair!"
When she was dressed, she gathered up the blanket and trudged slowly back through the woods to the parking lot. Van was smoking in the car and didn't even look up as she got in beside him. He reached to turn the ignition key, but Janis's hand stopped him.
"Van, I'm sorry."
"Not half as sorry as I am, believe me!" he growled.
"We could go somewhere else. I know a place where Jip took me once. Nobody will ever bother us there."
"Forget it. We're going home." Van thrust her hand away and started the car, squealing the tires as he shot out of the parking lot and up the road to the highway.
"Please, Van!" Janis whimpered. "You can't leave me like this! Not after what happened between us!"
His head suddenly whirled around, his eyes black with an angry warning. "Nothing happened! Absolutely nothing, do you understand that?"
"Van..."
"I don't know what got into me, what in hell I was thinking, but believe me, it's never going to happen again! I want that to be perfectly clear!"
"You can't say that!"
"I can say it-and mean it, too! I lost my head for a couple of minutes back there, but it's not going to happen again. From now on, if you want to fool around you do it with Jip or one of the kids in his gang. Not with me, get it?"
"You're just upset...."
"Damn right I'm upset!" he exploded. "If this ever gets back to Peggy I don't know what I'll do!"
The wheels in Janis's mind began to spin and an idea, a last desperate chance, clicked into place. "Those kids won't say anything," she told him.
"Maybe not. But even if they don't, it won't change anything I just said."
"No," Janis purred, "they won't say anything. But I might!"
Van's head shot around. "What."
"That's right, honey. If anybody tells Peggy about this afternoon it's going to be me. Unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Unless you finish what we started."
"You're nuts!"
"I'll leave my door open when I go up to bed tonight. As soon as Peggy's asleep, you come down to my room."
"like hell I will!" Van vowed. "You can't threaten me!"
"No? Then you'd better do some fast thinking, sweetheart, because you're going to have a lot of explaining to do as soon as we get home."
"You wouldn't dare tell!"
"Why not?" Janis shrugged. "You're the one who's got something to lose, not me. If I can't have you, I'll make sure Peggy doesn't want you either."
"You little bitch!" Van swore.
"Come on now!" Janis chided, clucking her tongue at him. "It's not going to be that bad. You might even have a good time for yourself."
"I'm not coming to your room tonight, or any other night, for that matter."
"Oh yes you are," Janis said sweetly. "You just think about it until we get home, honey. You'll come."
CHAPTER EIGHT u
Janis stared up at the ceiling, her body lying naked beneath the sheet. "He's got to come," she whispered. "He's got to!" It was more than two hours since she'd heard Van and Peggy come upstairs for the night, yet the only sound after that had been her own restless turning in the bed.
Van had agreed to nothing that afternoon, but she was positive that his silence was its own consent. It was obvious he resented her little blackmail attempt and several times during the course of the evening Janis had thought he was about to shatter it by confessing to Peggy himself. He had said nothing, however, and neither did Janis. Not that she wouldn't if he didn't show up, though.
She promised herself that she would wait for him all night, if necessary, and if he didn't come she would tell Peggy about the incident at the lake first thing in the morning. Why not? she thought bitterly. I've tried everything I can think of to get him. If this doesn't work, there's no reason in the world why I should spend the whole summer in this dump. But if he does, our man Van is going to be doing double-duty around this house for a long while!
She began to smile with contentment as she thought of how happy she would be able to make Van. Maybe, once he'd had a taste of the joys her young body could give him, he'd even decide to leave Peggy and marry her. It's possible! Janis told herself. After all, I've got, so much more to offer!
As her fantasy took shape in her mind, she began to imagine what life with Van would be like. Of course she'd throw out nearly all of the furniture already in the house. Her own taste was so radically different from Peggy's that when she got finished redecorating, it wouldn't even look like the same place. She'd put in a lot of the trim, modern furniture she'd admired in store windows and decorating magazines. Lots of big, fluffy pillows scattered around the floor, too, she decided, so when the mood came over them they could just stretch out and make love wherever and whenever they felt like it.
She'd pamper Van outrageously, do things for him that Peggy didn't do and make him truly feel like the lord of the manor. Things like bringing him breakfast in bed and washing his back when he took a bath. They'd make love every morning before he went to work, too, she thought as her fantasy expanded outrageously. And when he came home at night they'd both get into the bathtub and make love again, right there in the middle of all that soapy water! She pictured herself and Van making love all over the house. On the kitchen table, out in the yard on the soft grass he was so carefully nurturing, going up the stairs, in a closet, while she was bent over the sink washing the supper dishes!
As her erotic thoughts blossomed, Janis felt her body beginning to stir with renewed desire. She was already keyed up in anticipation of having Van come to her room, but her imaginative ideas were quickening the tension. Her hand slipped in under the sheet and softly caressed the inner surfaces of her thighs. The skin was moist and hot, ready to be taken by a man's strong loins.
Her fingers gently touched the center of her softness and her belly jumped in shock as a sharp thrill raced through it. He better hurry, she muttered. I'm so hot I'm going to set the sheets on fire in another minute!
She tried to console herself by toying between her legs, but that only made waiting so much more difficult to endure. The temptation to slip her fingers into that warm, quaking center was all but overpowering, yet she resisted it. She wanted to keep herself triggered, ready to fire as soon as Van possessed her.
She started to reach for a cigarette, hoping that would relieve some of her anxiety, when her ears perked to attention. She thought she heard the sound of a door creaking open down the hall. She sat up and listened. A moment later she heard the soft pad of footsteps moving slowly down the hall. They stopped outside the door and she held her breath. In the semi-darkness she could see the knob turning and then the door pushed open. Van stood naked in the doorway, his body outlined by the hall light behind him.
"Janis?" he whispered.
"Come on in. I'm waiting."
He stepped uncertainly into her room, his eyes blinking against the sudden darkness, and shut the door. "Are you in bed?"
"Of course! Where'd you think I'd be?" She held out her hand to him. "Over here." Van approached the bed and stopped just alongside him. "What took you so long?" she asked.
"Does it matter? I came, didn't I?"
Janis laughed softly and reached out to clasp his manhood. "Not yet, honey," she purred. "But you will." She pushed back the sheet and tugged gently on his flesh. "Come on, crawl in."
Van got into bed and lay rigidly on his back. "I don't know why I'm doing this," he muttered. "I should just let you tell Peggy and get it over with. This is just complicating matters further."
Janis scrambled onto her knees, hovering over him and straddling his body with one leg over each side. "You know why you're doing it," she murmured, bending down to kiss him quickly on the mouth. "You can't resist me."
"Hah!" he laughed sharply.
"Don't laugh! It's true! You know you can't resist me! I'm more woman than you've ever had in your life!"
His eyes looked coldly into hers in the darkness. "Baby, I doubt if you're even half the woman your sister is."
Janis's back bristled at the challenge. "Oh, yeah? We'll see about that! We'll just see about that!"
She slid herself quickly down, squatting on Van's knees. Her hands tickled their way over his hairy stomach and down to his groin. He was soft. She lifted him, working him in her fingers, but there was no response.
"Forget it," Van urged. "I'm a one-woman guy."
"like hell you are! No man is!"
She played with him for several minutes more, but when it seemed apparent her fingers were getting nowhere, she decided to try her mouth. She moved further back on him and drew her head down. Her long hair fell like strands of silk across his belly. Holding him up, her tongue began to stroke up and down Van's length, circling him and nibbling on him in a way that had never failed to work with any other man she'd encountered. She felt a slight pulsing response, but still not the effect she wanted.
Twisting her head to the side, she lay her cheek on the man's thigh and brought him to her lips. She captured him and pulled him all the way into her mouth, so deeply that her nose was buried in the thick patch of hair below his belly. She held him in place for a moment, then began a furious motion with her tongue, washing over him in every possible angle until at last she felt him beginning to stiffen in response.
She continued to suck as her fingers dropped to the pouch dangling between his legs. She tickled the hairy orbs with her fingertips, tossing them gently up and down and adding another dimension to the excitement she was showering on Van. As she teased him, he swelled in answer, until Janis could no longer keep all of him comfortably in her mouth. She backed off and lifted her head from his thigh.
Poising herself directly over him, she began to bob her head up and down from his lap, taking him as deeply as she could without choking. Her tongue tickled back and forth with the steady strokes of a metronome. Her lips tightened and relaxed as she fed him in and out of her mouth. In a matter of minutes Van was as excited and ready as any woman could want a man to be.
Under other circumstances, Janis would have stayed down on him until she'd finished what she started. But she didn't have to remind herself that these were far from normal circumstances and she'd been disappointed right at the crucial moment far too many times to take a chance on losing him again. Her vow to make him beg for it was completely forgotten as she slipped him free of her mouth and swung her body up, straddling him with her thighs poised in mid-air just above him.
She reached down and captured him with her hand, lifted him up straight and held him as she began to settle her weight down.
"Oh, God!" she gasped, as the bigness of him began to enter her. She felt as though she was sitting on a flagpole! There was pain-more than she'd felt with a man in a long, long time-but the pleasure that accompanied it was more than worth the effort. Slowly, inch-by-inch, she lowered herself on him until she was sitting on Van's stomach and the strength of him was buried deep inside her.
She leaned forward and kissed him hard on the mouth. His tongue resisted at first, refusing to do battle with hers, but as Janis began to move herself up and down on him he weakened and surrendered himself completely to the erotic thrills they shared.
As they kissed, his hand groped blindly for her breasts. He caught them and squeezed them hard, making her squeal in pain as his thumbs and forefingers pinched the nipples with such force it seemed he wanted to pluck them from her tits.-
"Not so hard!" she cried, tearing her mouth from his.
"What's the matter, baby?" he grunted. "I thought you liked it hard! Aren't you the girl who said she could take it that way?"
"Van, please..." The pain he was bringing to her tits was unbearable. It was all she could do to keep from screaming and bringing Peggy running down to the room on the double.
She struggled to get away from him, when suddenly he wrapped his arms around her waist and threw her over onto her back, covering her instantly and pinning her flat to the bed.
"Let's see just how good you are, baby," he growled. "You wanted it, now let's see if you like it!"
Her eyes flew open and she had to bite down into the pillow to keep from screaming as Van lunged into her, throwing the full force of his strong body behind it. He drove so deeply that she feared he was going to split her right down the middle!
"like it?" Van snarled. "Huh, baby? like it?"
Janis clung tightly to his shoulders as he hammered at her, his body pounding down with such force that the old bed began to shake and the headboard bang against the wall. He was ruthless in his strokes, mindful of nothing but his own raw pleasure. He seemed, in fact, to be trying to punish her with his body, make her scream for him to stop.
But that cry would never come from Janis's mouth. She had waited for this too long, wanted him too badly to end it now that she had him. She was positive she could turn the tables on him, make it as pleasurable for herself as it was for him. She began to grind her hips up at him, opening and offering herself to the brutal lunges in the hope of finding some pleasure in them.
Slowly, her body began to respond. She felt her in-sides turning to hot jelly, her stomach quivering as wave after wave of throbbing desire shot into her. Her head began to twist on the pillow, her legs flopping weakly up and down from the bed. Drool dribbled down from her mouth and all she could do was whimper incoherently as Van's big body continued to thunder above her.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" she gasped, as she felt herself finally surrendering completely to him. She clung tightly, pouring out every bit of her resistance as the savage lovemaking overpowered her. A moment later, she felt Van answering.
She held onto him for several minutes afterwards, listening to the harsh sound of his breathing as he struggled to get control of himself again. Slowly he lifted off her and rolled onto his back.
"Well?" Janis whispered.
"Well what?" he said tiredly.
"Was I better than Peggy? Aren't you sorry you said that about me now?"
His hand patted her sweat-moistened belly. "Baby, you were just fine. But you're still a girl and Peggy's still a woman."
"What?" Janis shrieked.
"It's nothing against you," Van explained. "It's just that you don't have the experience she does. In time, I'm sure you're going to be just fine."
"I'm just fine right now!" she cried. "You're lying! You're just afraid to admit that I'm better than she is!"
"If that's what you want to think," Van yawned. He started to get up. "Now that I've kept my part of the bargain, if you don't mind I'm going back to bed. I'm tired."
"Well, I do mind!" Jams swore. "And you're not that tired! I'll make you admit the truth if it takes all night!"
She swung herself over him, trapping him in the bed. He was still semi-aroused and she thrust herself down on him with a fury. Working her muscles and bouncing on him in a way she knew was sure to reassert his masculinity, she felt him coming back to life and in another minute Van was just as strong as he'd been before.
This time it was Janis whose lovemaking knew no bounds. Hovering over him, she writhed and twisted and drove herself into a dozen different contortions, using her body like a machine to assault Van's flesh in every way she knew. She bounced up and down on him until the springs creaked with one long, steady song and the picture on the wall behind the bed flopped wildly back and forth.
He squeezed her breasts and stroked her stomach, urging her to slow down before she killed herself, but Janis wouldn't listen. She drove herself mercilessly, determined to give him a night such as no other woman had ever done or would possibly be able to duplicate.
When the end came, it was with the violence of a fireworks explosion. Janis's head flew back and she had to bite into her arm to keep from shrieking the roof down. She had never felt such dynamite go off in her life and when it was over she slumped weakly onto Van's chest, her body covered with perspiration and every muscle in her limp with exhaustion.
"Well?" she gasped. "Did I prove my point?"
"You were great, baby," Van said, patting her bare behind and urging her off him.
"That's not what I want to know! It was better than Peggy, gives you, wasn't it?"
Van looked away and swung his legs off the bed.
"Wasn't it?" Janis shrieked, catching him by the shoulder and forcing him to turn and look at her.
He shook his head slowly from side to side. "No, Janis, it wasn't."
"Wh--? " She was speechless, too stunned to do anything but gasp and gape at him in shock.
"You were great; I'm not denying it. But you've still got a lot to learn about loving before you can come close to matching Peggy."
"Get out of here," Janis muttered. "Get out of here before I kill you!"
"I'm sorry."
She picked up one of the pillows and threw it at him as hard as she could. "Get out!" she shrieked. Hot tears were brimming in her eyes as she watched him leave the room and shut the door behind him. The moment he was gone she doubled over and began to cry more bitterly than she had ever cried in her life.
"It's not true!" she sobbed. "It's just not true!"