Chapter 3
"In jail on sodomy charges? My God, I never thought he'd end up that way. Old Vic was such a quiet guy in high school." Janet shook her head and shimmers of golden light cascaded through her hair. She and Ron walked hand in hand around the quiet grounds of the hotel, reminiscing about old times.
"You remember Don? He got a job selling flea collars. When that went down the tubes, he started selling grass."
"Don? A dope dealer? I don't believe it!"
"No, no, not dope, like grass-dope. He sold sod. Real grass-grass. He got a track of land in Colorado and grew the grass, then cut it up and sold it to people too lazy to grow their own lawns."
"Did he supply the worms, too?"
"Probably, if there was a buck in it. Last I heard of him, he was back on the road, traveling in lady's lingerie."
Janet laughed. "You have such a way of putting things, Ron. Tell me, what happened to you after graduation? You seem to have just fallen out of sight, as far as I was concerned, at least." She clutched his strong arm and moved closer. For a moment, he tensed, as if unsure what to do, then relaxed, put his arm around her waist and pulled her close. It was just like it had been in school, except better from Janet's point of view. She wasn't the fainting virgin she had been then. She could do something positive about the desires running rampant inside her.
"I opened a bar. Oh, not right away of course. I worked in a restaurant to get the experience I thought I'd need and then went to work as a bartender when I was twenty-one. After that, it only took me three years to get the backing to start my own private club. I've got lots of good friends who helped out. A great bunch of guys."
Janet nodded, barely hearing what the man said. Her own thoughts were turning to all the missed opportunities she'd had in high school. With Ron. With other guys. Sneaking under the table and giving him a blowjob was something she'd thought about doing often in high school. The very idea had frightened her to death and made it impossible for her to ever even try it. Now, it seemed natural to her. She could vent her sexual needs in expressively different ways.
"Are you married, Ron?"
"Does it matter?"
"No."
"Want to go to my room? Or yours?"
She laughed at the line. It always struck her as being positively archaic. But the intent pleased her. She said quietly, "Your room will do just fine."
They went up the elevator until they reached the fourteenth floor. Janet lost count of the floors and didn't know if this hotel followed the usual pattern and skipped the thirteenth as being bad luck or not. If they had, then this was really the thirteenth. She passed it off as not being important. She wasn't superstitious, at least not this way.
The room was as sumptuous as the one she had on a floor ten stories above this level. She went to the bed and plopped down on it, feeling the springs bouncing nicely under her pert, firm buttocks.
"Do for what?" the man asked, smiling as he took off his coat and tie. "Is it something I might like to do, too?"
"I think it might be," she said, beginning to unfasten the clever snaps on her dress. Before she got the intricate clasps undone, his hand pressed firmly into hers, stopping her.
"I'd like to do that."
She looked up at her former boyfriend and smiled. This was a new Ron, too. He'd changed. She silently nodded and stood for him, her legs slightly apart and her arms limp at her sides. Let him undress her. The idea began to work on her psyche and turned her on the more she thought of it.
His hands were surprisingly gentle as he undid her gown. The smooth .cloth caressed her body as it slipped from her to form a pile around her legs. He dropped and lifted first one foot, moved the cloth, then lifted her other foot to get the dress out from under. He began to carefully fold the expensive dress.
"Don't, Ron, please. Forget it. There's just us!" she told him.
"Won't take a second." The man folded her dress and carefully laid it over the back of the chair near the bed. She sighed. The man was a bit too meticulous about some things, she realized. She would have preferred to totally ignore her gown and get on with the fucking. Her pussy was beginning to turn damp and she didn't want to lose the mood.
She needn't have worried. Ron's careful hands came back and stroked up the slim pillar of her right leg, squeezing down enough to send tremors of desire all the way up into her pussy. His hands slowly approached her pantyhose-clad crotch. She shivered in excitement, in anticipation as he almost touched her snatch. His hands seemed to vanish for a moment and then reappear on her belly. She sucked in her gut and allowed the sensations of his stroking hands to seep into her body.
The feeling was delicious. When he cupped her naked tits and pressed upward on them she sighed in real pleasure. This was the way it should have been when she was in high school, but she had been too naive and scared of men to ever try it.
His fingers pressed into her nipples, already red and firmly aroused. He flicked the marble-hard nubbins of flesh in tiny circles, then used his thumbs to crush them into the pliant, yielding flesh underneath. The pulpy mass flowed a little under the pressure and caused ,the woman to moan softly in real arousal.
"My poor little canny, it's on fire, Ron. Do something about it. Please do something! I need you so much!"
"You do?" he said, actually surprised. The tone would have caused the woman to worry if she hadn't been so totally lost in the wonderland his hands and careful fondling caused.
He gripped down hard on her tits and tried to reform them into new and different shapes. He failed. Every time he released them, they sprang firmly back into their original conical shape. Playing with them, though, made both of them pant hard and deep with lust.
She ran her fingers down the length of his forearms and tried to guide his hands back to her cunt. The flowing gash was beginning to turn her pantyhose wet. She loved the way the nylon caressed her legs as she moved, but now they were a hindrance. They prevented him from driving his steely hard cock all the way up into her pussy.
"Stockings turn me on in a big way," he told her, his hands moving off her tits and going across the slight dome of her belly. He suddenly dived down and shoved his mouth against her bellybutton. The sudden wetness caused her to gasp. She felt his rough, pink oral digit shoot out and down into the shallow well of her navel. He drove his tongue in hard, swirled it around and then pulled it out. He repeated this action over and over, a promise of what his prick would do to her twat.
"I need you, Ron. I need you in me. Fuck me! Stuff that swollen cock of yours into my cunt and fuck the living hell out of messes!"
Her legs turned weak and watery and she sank slowly to the surface of the bed. She rolled back on her shoulders and allowed her legs to spread wantonly wide. The nylon of her pantyhose prevented her full mobility but she didn't care. They would soon be off her legs and she would be totally and gloriously naked.
The woman didn't have many illusions about herself. She knew she was in top physical form. A twenty-eight-year old who had achieved the maximum of physical development and beauty. She was past the first flush of youth and had augmented that with experience and expertise in makeup. She knew she was gorgeous. She knew she was superb in bed, too. Too many men had spoken too" highly of her for it to be a lie.
'Fuck me," she repeated. "I need your prick!"
"Do you really want me to do this?" he asked.
Her blue eyes opened and she stared down at him. "It isn't anything new for you, is it, Ron? You're not a virgin or something?" She couldn't possibly believe the man had arrived at age twenty-eight, still a virgin.
"No, nothing lie that. But it has been a long time since I was in bed with a woman. It's been a long time since a woman turned me on the way you do."
She didn't know what kind of line he was handing her. He was a handsome stud and from the size of his cock, she guessed he didn't have any trouble at all with women jumping into his bed. She wanted him; others with lesser tastes would step on their own tongues begging him to fuck them. Janet felt the tiny jolts of carnal electricity volt through her snatch as she scissored her legs on either side of the man's body. She didn't care what hang-ups he had.
She wanted his cock.
"I want you," she said, simple and to the point.
"And I want you!"
He dived down and kissed her belly again. His tongue started a curlicue pattern across her stomach and down to the rim of her panty hose. She started to lift her ass up off the bed so the man could get those damned things off her. They were getting in her way. She wanted to feel his hot, sucking mouth on her cunt!
"No, don't take them off," he said. "I get really hot when a chick wears stockings."
"But, you can't fuck me with them on!"
"Want to bet?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife. She watched in horrified fascination as he snapped open the silver blade and ran it lightly across the nylon on the inside of her thigh. The cold metal blade made her shiver in anticipation -but anticipation of what?
"You're not going to use that on me, are you?" Her voice quavered just a bit at the idea that the man would stick the blade into her soft, tender flesh.
"Yes!"
She flinched as the knife dragged all the way up the inside of her thigh and came to rest at her crotch. The man dug the point of the knife into her snatch and drew it upward along her cunt lips. The woman closed her eyes as she felt the cool tip of the knife touch her naked pussy lips. Her cunt juices flowed copiously now, and she felt herself being turned on more than she would have thought by this added danger. Never had she allowed a man to use a knife on her like this. And she didn't understand why she did now.
The motion of the knife ceased and she looked down between her legs, wondering what had happened. There was now a nice slit along her crotch to form a hole more than large enough for Ron to fuck through. He had turned her pantyhose into crotchless pantyhose. An innovation in the fine art of fucking!
"Now," he said, dropping down heavily between her legs, "now we can fuck, and I can enjoy the feel of those nylon-clad legs moving along my body!"
"Oh, sweet Jesus, Ron, I never thought it would be like this with us. I want you more than I can put into words. Don't talk anymore. I need your big, swollen prick in my cunt, fucking me as hard as you can do it!"
"You got it, lady!"
She gasped when she felt the blunt tip of his cock prod into her well-oiled pussy lips. He didn't ram right on up into her cunt. Instead, he decided to linger and tease her a little. The feel of his hot cock-flesh against her equally aroused labia made the woman feel as if her entire body was filling with boiling-hot desire. It spread in waves from her seething pit of passion and worked into her belly. His throbbingly virile pillar of manhood poked and probed and drew itself along her gently parted cunt lips until she was at the point of orgasm.
"Fuck me," she moaned piteously. "I need it in me! Fuck me with that monster cock of yours!"
The words spurred him on. His prick was entirely drenched with her love oils now. He inserted his pecker into her flaming hot twat and slid it gently all the way up into her belly. The woman went wild on the bed. She hadn't thought a simple insertion like this could work such sexual magic on her loins. The feel of that white-hot length of poker inside her tight passage made her come totally alive. His cock bucked and danced around inside her, stimulating her, pushing her passions to the breaking point.
She tensed her cunt muscles and felt every single bump and ridge of his deeply buried cock. The huge purple glans was like an arrowhead spreading apart her tight pussy walls. The veins pulsed with life, and the big blue vein on the top of his cock hammered fiercely every time his heart beat.
It had never been like this in high school. And Janet was going to make up for lost time.
"Fuck me! Hard! Fast! But fuck me with that marvelous prick of yours. My poor pussy is drooling! It needs your cock, hard and fast and fucking it!"
The man was only flesh and blood. The way her cunt walls worked over his cock, he couldn't hold in the fierce tides of his jism much longer. He shook his head in amazement. Seldom had a woman gotten him off like this -or this fast. Janet was one in a million. Her fuck tunnel was impossibly tight and hot and made him think he was fucking into a glove filled with boiling-hot lava.
"Here it comes!"
She thought a freight train was storming into her cunt. He pulled out and then rammed hard and fast into her softly yielding cunt. The puffy pussy lips cushioned some of the impact of his crotch against hers, but the dancing cock inside her burned like it was on fire. The tiny embers of her own desire blazed brightly as his cock stoked her banked passions. He fucked with the all-out need of a man long deprived of a woman's tightly clutching cunt.
The woman tried to give him all she could. Her own mind was a tangled mass of confusing emotions and sexual tensions. She felt him pumping rhythmically into her cunt and knew that, when he started grinding his crotch into hers, she couldn't hold back her come much longer.
The feel of his pubic fur dragging lasciviously over her erect clit was the trigger for her come. She blasted off into a sexual orbit when his pubic hair tangled around her clit. Her snatch was pulled taut from his cock driving into her pussy. The clit had long since poked up its meek head to see what was happening.
It found out.
She came, groaning and thrashing about on the bed, impaled by the sweet spike of his manly staff. She began dragging her legs up and down the sides of his body. She felt the nylons wrinkle a little on her legs and she didn't care.
All that mattered to her was her pussy. It burned. It convulsed. It told of her intense orgasm. She drifted down from her sexual high and begged, "More! Ride me, ride me hard!"
He did.
He fucked with powerful strokes that threatened to rip her apart all the way to the chin. She shuddered and bit her lower lip to keep from screaming out her passions. Then she couldn't restrain herself any more. She whined, she whimpered, she bellowed as she came again. The man's cock set off the chain reaction deep in her belly. Her cunt contracted and then erupted with another wild climax.
This time the man wasn't able to with-stand the onslaught of her unbridled passions. The ice and iron grip of orgasm smashed through her body and collapsed her cunt around his hidden prick. He gulped and knew the pressure on his dork was too much. The heat was too much. The pleasant friction of fucking her virgin-tight cunt was too much. The sensuous feel of her nylon-clad legs on his bare body was the final factor that set him off.
His control slipped as he fought to hold back the tide of his come. He wanted to stay erect and fucking this deliciously hot and tight pussy for as long as he could. Finally, when the jism reached a point about an inch from the end of his fuck stick, he couldn't hold back any longer. His prick exploded like a stick of dynamite.
He spewed out his creamy load and white-washed her pussy. She felt the liquid surge of his sweet, flowing love and went spinning off again on another orgasm. They lay on the bed, locked in each other's arms and in the throes of orgasm, for a long minute. Then they slipped down into a drowsy state of sexual satiation.
"It was good, Ron," she said. "I'm just sorry we waited ten years for it"
"So am I. But it probably wouldn't have been so potent if we'd done it in high school."
She knew he was right, but she didn't care. They had finally shared each other's body and that was all that mattered to her. With Ron firmly locked in her arms, her nylon-clad legs scissored through his, she drifted off to a pleasant sleep.