Chapter 7
Janet rolled over in the bed and felt her arm hit Ron. She opened her eyes and looked 'it the man's sleeping form. He stirred slightly but he didn't awaken. She smiled and lightly touched his head, stroking his hair back. He mumbled something and rolled over in bed. She knew it would be hours before he was awake and ready to do anything with her. That was the way a bar owner had to live. Up till late at night and then sleeping until noon.
She sighed and rolled out of bed. The cold floor shocked her into awareness of the surroundings and she knew she was famished. They had avidly fucked the night before and this had burned up the calories. She wanted a huge breakfast to replenish her missing energy. Only in this way could she be ready for Ron's prick again. She was still disturbed by the amount of energy he put into ass fucking as opposed to pussy fucking.
She dressed in silence, not wishing to disturb him more than she had to, and then quietly left the room. Janet went down to the lobby and into the small coffee shop. At this hour of the morning few people were about. She recognized several of the people as being in her high school class, but she didn't know them by name and didn't feel like socializing with strangers this early. Later in the day there would be a picnic outside of town. Then she could mill around and meet these people.
Janet placed her order, sipped at the bitter coffee and slowly came to the conclusion she was fully awake now. She put the cup down and began to attack a roll when she heard a voice she almost recognized say, "The jelly is terrible. Try the marmalade instead, Janet."
She looked up and saw a man standing beside her table, a smile on his face. Janet didn't recognize him but he obviously remembered her. He had to be one of her classmates. She cursed the fact that the class had been so large. It was impossible to even meet everyone, much less know them well.
"I don't think I . . . of course!" she exclaimed. "You're Jack Morris! You were the --"
"The class president, among other things," he said. "Mind if I join you?"
"Sure, be my guest." She pushed out the chair beside her so that he would be a little closer. She remembered Jack Morris now. Janet, like so many others in the class, had eaten their hearts out over him. He was handsome and reputedly a real stud. Like so many others, she had never even had the nerve to go up to him and say hello. Now it was different.
"You obviously don't remember me the way I remember you," he said to her.
"Huh? How's that?" She was taken by surprise. He might have used the words she was thinking. Could he read minds?
"I never had the nerve to approach you in high school and ask for a date. God, what an idiot I was! To have missed out on your beauty and obvious intelligence!"
"You mean you? Ha! I was the one who was too chicken to ever even talk to you!"
"That was to be expected. Women's Lib is changing things. Then, it was the guy who had to approach the chick and ask for a date. God, I wish you had asked me. I remember sitting in history and mooning over you, wondering what it would be like going out with you."
His eyes drank in her beauty. Janet fidgeted a little, worrying that she hadn't combed her hair and that her clothing was wrinkled. She was an immaculate dresser; she hadn't seen fit to go back to her room and change. She'd been too hungry. Now she damned that laziness on her part. Pleasing Jack took on a big part of her life.
"You're still gorgeous," he said, meaning it. She looked into his dark eyes and melted inside. It could have been much different if she'd known then what she knew now. To have passed him up.
"Thanks. You're not so bad yourself. How'd things turn out with you?"
Jack laughed an easy, good-natured laugh. "Not so bad. I'm an assistant in the city government now. And I'm married. Do you remember Diane?"
"Diane? You mean the homecoming queen and the most popular girl and the one on the student council and . . . " Janet remembered. Somehow it figured that Jack and Diane would end up together. The two most gorgeous people in the class deserved each other.
"That's the one."
"I envy her," Janet said, her hand patting Jack's leg. His hand captured hers and moved it up to his crotch. She squeezed down slightly and felt the thick bulge of his cock. It had tented his pants and begged to be let out.
Surprise hit her. Why should Jack come after her if he had a piece of ass as pretty as Diane waiting for him?
"She doesn't mind," Jack said. "Really. We have an open marriage. And, for us at least, it works pretty well. I don't try to hide the fact that I go for other women. And Diane doesn't try to lie and admits she is turned on by other men. Why don't we go up to my room, Janet? We have a lot of lost time to make up for."
"You don't waste time, do you? Is Diane up there now?"
"Nope. She spent the night with some stud she picked up in the bar. I don't think he was one of our class, but that doesn't matter. She won't be around for some time yet. She likes to sleep late when out on a date like that."
Janet smiled. She squeezed down a little harder on Jack's raging hard-on and finally decided. "Okay. You've got a date yourself. But let me finish breakfast. I am simply famished. You wouldn't want me collapsing from lack of hunger."
"Not that," he admitted.
They went to his room and the door had barely closed before he was all over her, his mouth seeking hers, his hands roving her slim, supple body. She tried to push him back to get her breath but he was insistent. His lips crushed firmly into hers. She felt her resistance fading and allowed her lips to open slightly. This was all the opening he needed to shove his tongue hungrily into her mouth.
Their saliva mixed and turned into a heady wine. She teased his tongue into her mouth and then sucked on the very tip. He groaned and pushed her tits upward with his cupped hands. The desire building inside her body wasn't to be denied.
"Ummm, wait, Jack, wait!" she begged. "Let's get naked and then we can do this right!"
"Let me undress you," he said.
"Sure, if it turns you on."
"Everything about you turns me on!"
His fingers fumbled once and then developed a sureness that told the woman he was familiar with feminine attire. He managed to slip her out of her blouse in a way that turned her on, too. It was seductively slow and he kissed her slowly-appearing bare flesh. When he nuzzled between .her ample, luscious tits, she felt her legs go weak and rubbery. She had to lie down.
"The bed," she said in a husky whisper. "Let's make it to the bed and get it on in a big way!"
"Anything you want, darling." His tongue never left her tits. He guided her over to the bed, pressing his tongue into the nipple of her left tit. She felt the pebbly nubbin pressed all the way down into the marshmallow soft titflesh beneath. Her heart throbbed wildly, and she knew her pussy was beginning to turn liquid.
She wanted him. She wanted him now.
Her fingers almost ripped his shirt off. Several buttons went skittering across the floor as she pulled the shirt off to expose his broad, hairy chest. The hirsute mat tickled against her nipples as he worked his tongue down the hollow of her neck and finally engulfed one of her tits.
He stuffed the entire boob into his mouth. She never knew exactly how he did that, but it turned her on in a big way. His teeth cut into the sides of her snowy white slope and left red marks, but this only caused the blood to flow even faster into her pulsating tit. Her heart filled it with rivers of excited blood, and she thought her jug might explode from too much inflation.
His tongue licked and batted at her nipple. When he tired of her left tit, he moved down the slopes of her knocker and up the slopes of the other one. His mouth fastened firmly over her other nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, his soft lips caressing it. The pillar of aroused flesh received his hard dental imprint. The pleasure that surged into her chest almost brought her off.
"Ummmm, oh, ohhh! Jack! I can barely stand it! My pussy is on fire from this! Lick it! Lick my cunt!"
He didn't speak and for that she was grateful. He used his mouth for more stimulating. things. His rough, wet tongue went across her slightly domed belly, dipping briefly into her navel, then progressed down-ward until he came to her pussy mound. His tongue picked up tiny spires of pussy fur before he pressed into her cunt lips.
She came.
The entire universe blasted apart around her. She soared on the kaleidoscopic winds of ecstasy and all from the light touch of his tongue against her clitoris.
He sucked the swollen, pea-sized organ into his mouth and tongued it repeatedly. She came again, feeling the sexual needs in her body mount. This was sheer heaven for the woman, but she wanted more than his tongue working over her clit.
She had to have cock fucking her cunt, hard and deep, fast and with all the virile need looked in his loins.
"No more, Jack, no more, please! I . . . I want you fucking me. Get that sweet cock of yours into my poor little canny!"
"Y you want me to fuck you?" he said, his voice trembling. She was startled. He seemed to be afraid.
"Of course! Isn't that what you brought me up here for? Christ, Jack, I've hungered for this moment for ten years. Don't rob me of my pleasure. Get moving, man, and fuck the living daylights out of me!"
She saw him rise up, the weirdest expression on his face. He stayed up on his knees. She was disgusted with him and reached down to grab his erection and pull it toward the proper spot. She was surprised to see his prick slowly deflating. Janet started to say something about premature ejaculation and then stopped.
He hadn't come. He had simply lost his hard-on.
"Jack?" she asked, wondering what to say. "Is anything wrong? Did you want me too much? I'm sorry if I pressured you. I wanted this to be fun, not a high-powered fucking."
"It . . . it's okay, Janet. It's not you. It's me. I . . . I can't make it with women. Every time I get ready to get it on, I lose it. I've had this problem ever since high school."
"But with Diane . . . "
"Even with her. But she understands. That's why I don't mind if she goes out and finds some stud who can give her what she needs. We love each other but I'm impotent."
"Shit," Janet mumbled. This was the last thing in the world she'd thought would happen. She almost laughed at her own foolishness. All through high school she'd thought Jack must be about the best cocksman in the world. If she'd only known she wasn't missing a thing!
"She must be very understanding," she said, wondering what the hell she was supposed to do now.
"I try to be," came a soft voice from the doorway. Janet jerked around and saw a much older and much lovelier Diane standing in the door. She silently closed the door and came to sit on the edge of the bed. "I do love Jack, but he can't get his rocks off fucking like other men do. So I help him the best I can. Would you. like to help him?"
"Well, sure, if I can," said Janet, conscious of her own nudity. She started to pull the sheets up around her neck but Diane's firm hand prevented the move.
"You have lovely tits," Diane said. "Much firmer and nicer than mine."
"I wouldn't say that. They . . . " Janet stopped in mid-sentence as Diane opened her blouse and let her ample tits spill out, bouncing slightly.
"See? Yours are much nicer. I'll bet your pussy is prettier, too." Diane ripped back the covers and exposed Janet's still oozing blonde snatch. Her fingers drove between the woman's tightly clenched thighs, and she stroked over the pinkly scalloped inner labia until her fingers were drenched with fuck juices.
Janet looked from Diane, who was obviously excited, to her husband. Jack stood beside the bed, his eyes firmly fixed on Janet's pussy. His hand worked frantically on his cock. She couldn't help but notice it was now at half-mast. He was slowly regaining his hard-on. Watching his wife feel her up was getting him hot to trot again.
Things fell into place for Janet then. Jack couldn't make it with women -but his wife could and did.
She felt the eager, trembling fingers pressing insistently between her pussy lips. Janet was undecided if she should get the hell out of this room or go along with Diane and Jack. When the knowing finger of the woman snaked into her cunt and began stroking the walls of her pussy, Janet knew which it would be.
She'd stay.
"Ummmm, that feels so good," she said, her hand cupping Diane's to make sure the woman didn't leave her alone and unsatisfied.
"I'm glad you do. Maybe you'd like to compare pussies." The woman stood and stepped out of her dress. Jack eagerly helped his wife get naked. He seemed to get a real thrill out of running his hands over her smooth-skinned flanks, cradling her firm buttocks with his hands, playing with her frilly panties and running his fingers over the silky smooth flesh of her inner thighs.
Janet said nothing. She'd heard of guys with lots weirder hang-ups. Few of them had a loving wife like Diane to help them cope with their problems. And, for Jack, maybe this wasn't that big a problem. He just didn't get his rocks off in the usual way, but who was she to say what was right and what was wrong?
He wasn't hurting anyone with his different sexual ideals so what was the big difference?
She sighed again as she felt the knowing fingers part her pussy lips and press all the right spots. She let her legs drift a little wider, hoping Diane would get the hint. She did.
The woman drove her finger in and out of the cunt with increasing speed. When she added a second finger, she forced Janet to moan and cry out, "Use your tongue!' I need you tongue fucking my pussy!"
"Only if you'll do the same for me," Diane shot back. Janet was too weak with lust to argue.
"Anything, bits do it to meeeeee!"
She saw Jack standing beside the bed watching as Diane straddled Janet's face and hunkered down. The pussy came within inches of Janet's mouth. She licked out with her tongue and ran her oral digit the entire length of the flowing gash. Diane's hips began to move slightly, obviously in arousal. When she got a full face of pussy, she knew she was doing this right.
Janet avoided woman-to-woman contacts like this and had little idea what to do. She knew what turned herself on and had to play this little sex game by ear. She sought out the woman's clit. She found it at the front of the vee of her labia. Using only the tip of her tongue, she teased and toyed with the erect little nubbin until it pulsed hotly under her ministrations.
"Ummm, yes, Janet, yes! I love that!" the woman called out. She applied her own mouth to eating pussy instead of talking. For that, Janet was more than happy -she was ecstatic!
She had found some men who were expert at eating her out. But this woman's tongue probed and surged, pushed and fucked in ways no man's tongue ever had. She guessed it was because she was a woman working on another woman's pussy. Diane knew all the right places to stimulate and lick and kiss.
Nothing but lewd slurping filled the air. Janet was lost in a wonderland of sexual desires. She hadn't believed it was possible for her to get this turned on by another woman. She managed to crane her neck around to get a glimpse at Jack. The man still stood beside the bed, his meaty prong still in his hand. He beat off slowly, with great force. Janet wondered how much of the lesbian lovemaking it would take before he jetted out his come.
Not much was her guess from the size and hardness of his dick.
Her jaws began to ache. She hadn't thought it was this hard eating out a cunt. Every man who had ever done it to her had gone on for what seemed hours. She wondered how they did it. Less than ten minutes and her tongue felt as if it would come loose at the roots if she drove it hard into the clutching pussy again. And her lips were getting bruised being shoved so hard against the blue-tinged, rigid flaps of Diane's lovely mint.
She allowed her head to drop to the bed and called out, "Let's rest a minute. This is nice but I need a chance to get caught up on my breathing!"
Diane didn't answer but she moved. Janet sucked in huge lungfuls of air and felt the nice motion of her tits rising and falling. The other woman's boobs were hardly any less firm or large. She didn't know what Diane had been talking about when she admired hers more than her own.
"What are you doing?" she asked the other woman. Janet was a little confused about the way Diane snaked down her body and was now scissoring her legs through Janet's slightly spread ones.
Their twats pressed tightly together in this position. Janet knew then what the other woman wanted to do. Auburn bush pressed passionately into her blonde one. A slight rocking motion was all that was needed to get them both off, one set of cunt lips kissing obscenely against the other.
"Wow, this is super," she exclaimed, surprising herself by actually meaning it. She had always thought that lesbian lovemaking was perverted and not at all for her. She was slowly finding out she could get as turned on by another woman as she did by a man with his big bludgeon of prick.
"It gets better," Diane told her. "Get hold of my ankle. Here, like I'm holding yours." She pulled Janet's foot firmly in between her breasts. The sexy berth made Janet tremble a little bit more than she was. She felt her cunt puddling up with renewed passion. The lubricants oozing from her insides made their crotches icy slick.
She rocked back and forth a few times to get the feel of the other woman's pussy firmly embedded against her own. Then she followed the other's lead and pulled a trim ankle in between her own breasts. The foot fit snugly, and she soon discovered she had a totally alive foot.
The toes clamped down on her nipples and began to squeeze. The feeling of a foot fondling her tits was brand new and turned her on even more. She sighed and leaned back to enjoy the sensations ripping into her chest from this odd diddling.
"And there's more you can do in this position," Diane assured her. Janet came when the other woman began sucking on her toes.
Janet had noticed a long time ago that her toes always curled up when she got off in a big way. She hadn't realized that it could work in reverse. Having Diane suck on her toes sent an earthquake of delight all the way up her trim legs and into her pussy. The rocking motion of their pussies against each other warmed her entire snatch, but the oddly arousing sucking on her toes triggered her come.
She blasted off into a sexual orbit that only a few ever achieve. This wasn't an easy come. She felt as if a giant fist had grabbed her entire body and was intent on shaking her to death. Her muscles rigidly locked and she went into the oddly timeless state of a woman climaxing. Time stretched like rubber bands. And she felt the swift contractions in her belly.
She trembled and shook and came down from her sexual high almost exhausted.
"It gets better," Diane repeated. This time Janet knew the woman had to be lying. How was it possible for a come to get any more intense than the one she'd just experienced?
She found out.
Diane's body began twisting and turning from side to side until their tilts dueled erotically. Pressing the tiny buds of erectile tissue together, the other woman knew just the right ways of moving to stimulate both of them. And she didn't stop sucking on Janet's toes, either. Her own toes worked miracles against Janet's tits and even sought out her nipples on occasion to give them a new and arousing tweak.
Janet felt as if she were just along for the ride. The way Diane worked her over was superb. In the back of her mind, Janet knew this was all for Jack's benefit. The look on the man's face was one of sheer, undiluted pleasure. His hand flew like a piston up and down the length of his turgid prick. He was humming a little tune to himself as he watched the two women enjoying themselves. Janet couldn't help but wonder how many times they had reenacted this scene. She knew she wasn't the first one to be sharing Diane's bed.
Did Jack get off watching his wife fuck other men? Or was it only when she made it with women that he was able to get his rocks off? At the moment she didn't really care. She was too interested in the pleasures building up in her own body.
It felt as if a cable had been stretched from one end of her body to the other. The lightest pressure on that cable set her entire body to shivering and vibrating. Diane knew all the moves and used them. Janet guessed the other woman was getting a good share of enjoyment from this, too, considering the avid way she licked toes and played with tits.
On impulse, Janet bent her head down and sucked Diane's toes into her mouth. She ran her tongue along the underside of the toes, and this was all it took to get the other woman to come.
The sensation almost threw her onto the floor. Janet had to hang on for dear life. They thrashed around grinding their needy cunts together until Janet had to come, too. The sensations rippling up her pussy and across her belly felt like melted butter puddling. The warmth built until it was a blazing fire. And then the fire raged out of control to consume her entire body.
The two were locked together, rolling over and over on the bed. Janet managed to get "a quick look at Jack again. The man had his eyes closed and was beating himself off even faster. A steady fountain of white-hot come blasted from the end of his cock and spattered onto the floor. She sighed at the thought of all that precious man seed wasted, but if the man got his kicks this way, more power to him.
Janet had to admit the lezzie fucking had lighted her own fires. The feel of another woman's pussy being moved back and forth across her own gash stimulated her, but it didn't really satisfy her. She had to feel a cock thrust deeply into her before she got off in a way that could totally satisfy her.
When Diane parted her legs and allowed Janet the opportunity to stop the woman-to-woman fuck fest, she gladly took advantage of it. She loved the way she felt after they had done it, but the hunger inside was coming after her.
"Thanks, Janet, for being so understanding," said Jack, holding his limp prick in his hands. "I just wish . . . "
Janet knew what he wished. He wished he could screw like a normal man. But she didn't put him down for it. How could she? She'd gotten a thrill of a lifetime fucking with Jack's wife. If he hadn't been unable to fuck, she might never have discovered how great it could be with another woman!