Chapter 6
After lunch, Jan found herself with nothing to do and started roaming listlessly through the house. The sun had finally burned off the fog and many of the kids had gone outside to play. As she passed the bathroom on the second floor she glanced hi, wishing the room were full of naked flesh again. But the room was empty now and she moved on, her own room the only place she could think of to go. When a young voice came from one of the bedrooms she was passing, she peeked in, thinking it was David. She realized she hadn't seen him all morning and wondered where he had been. But neither of the two boys in the bedroom turned out to be her admirer. At the next door she saw someone lying face down on the bed and was about to walk on when she realized it as Al.
"Have you seen David?" she called in to him.
Al lifted his head and stared at her for a moment, then answered, "He's in his bed. Been up all night throwing up... probably all that rich food we took from your ice box."
"Oh... and how about you? Feeling all right?"
"I guess so," he mumbled, dropping his face back into the pillow.
"Then how about coming to my room and keeping me company?"
The boy took his time deciding, but finally pulled himself to a sitting position on the bed and slowly got up to follow her.
"I already apologized for what I said this morning," she told him on the way. "But I'll say it again... I'm sorry. It was a bad joke." When she realized her words didn't change his mood, she tried snapping him out of it by tickling his side. "Come on now, let's forget what happened and laugh a little."
"I don't feel like laughing," he mumbled. "I feel... sick! Like my stomach is all tied up in knots... and I'm going to die or something..."
"You're just upset and we have to do something to take your mind off yourself." She closed the bedroom door as they entered the room and watched him pad over to one of the wooden chairs and sit down. "Well, you can sulk all you want," she said with new life in her voice, "but I've got problems of my own. I have to rinse out my undies and I don't have anything to wear while they're drying."
Al lifted his eyes from the floor at that remark and saw that Jan was, slipping off her sweater. His eyes bulged at the sight of her fully packed bra.
"You're not supposed to be watching," she teased, thankful that he finally seemed to be coming out of his depression. "I suppose you're going to watch me take off my slacks too."
With deliberate slowness she pushed her slacks down over her hips. His eyes few wider as he stared at her tantalizing, scantily covered body.
"Still hate me?" she asked coyly, folding her slacks.
"Then I guess we're friends," she chirped, and began opening her bra, slowly revealing her tits and letting him feast his eyes an the full, smooth white orbs. The hard, quivering nipples reminded her that she was also getting a thrill from the performance. Then in one quick, graceful move she slipped off her panties.
"Oh, I almost forgot," she said, moving to within a few feet of where he was sitting. "See? Clean teeth, clean ears," she teased him, mimicking the morning inspection. "Spread my cheeks... see? That's clean too."
Al was on fire now. The sight of her bending, just out of his reach, with her ass extended toward him, drove him wild with desire. But he had lost all his nerve and was no longer the arrogant, bold person he was the day before. This tigress had claws, he painfully recalled, not wanting to do anything to make her turn on him again. And the throbbing cock in his pants reminded him of its inadequacy in size and staying power. He'd never again let a girl see it, he swore to himself as the torment grew more unbearable. Then she turned to reveal her front to him again and his mind went blank, knowing all at once that this female could strip the meat from his bones and he wouldn't complain.
When Jan reached out to unbutton his shirt he pulled away. "It's no use," he said, knowing he would only disappoint her. "I know I'm no good at it... I can't take this... this stuff. My pecker's too small... and I come before I can..."
"You may be right," Jan cut him off, but continued to open his shirt. "But I think we should just make sure before you decide to give sex up for life."
It was a delicate situation, she told herself as he stepped out of his pants. But if she handled him correctly, she knew she could restore his confidence. Only the biggest problem at the moment was his attitude. She hated sulking, uncooperative people to begin with, and Al was pushing her to the limits.
"Just forget everything that's happened and let me show you some tricks you've probably never thought of," she said, pulling him to the bed. "And the first one is doing it the French way."
"I... don't... know..."
"Do you know what the 'French way' is?"
"Sure! Well, I think so..."
"Trust me, Al," she said, coaxing him onto the bed. "I'm going to show you how wrong you, were about yesterday... that it doesn't matter if you missed the target."
"But I wanted... you know... to be able to say I did it."
"You will... you will. But first things fist. Your head is all mixed up about your manliness... we're going to straighten all that out. One step at a time. Now straddle my stomach and just trust me."
Jan could feel her own cunt juice swirling inside her, craving to be released. But she patiently held back her own urges to tend to the boy's needs first.
"Now take my tits in your hands," she said softly. "That's it... cup them gently..."
"Oh... please..." he groaned, closing his eyes as though praying for help. "I can't hold..."
She saw the puffing, purplish head of his cock jerking to the tempo of a climax. "Put it between my tits!" she said, pulling him down by the hips at the same time, then quickly bringing her hands over his and pressing the mounds of tender, smooth flesh together, sandwiching his cock in the warmth of her tits.
"Mmmmm... isn't that nice?" she purred, enraptured by the feeling of his pulsing, throbbing cock created there. "Now you can come whenever you want..."
"Mmmm... I love it," he moaned.
Jan slid her hands back down to his buttocks and massaged the balls of flesh, letting him enjoy the sense of being driven to a climax, rather than thinking he was having it prematurely. She could see he was straining to hold back the explosion, to savor the delight of it all, and was surprised that he managed to hold out as long as he did. It made her job easier, she told herself, because now she could set off the explosion for him and relieve his mind completely.
"OH!" he cried as her finger slithered down the deep crevice of his ass. "Yeeeooow!" he screamed when her finger toyed with his asshole. "Oh yeah... OH YEAH! OOOHHHH!"
Jan felt the frenzy of his cock pumping, throbbing, swelling bigger and bigger on her chest, firmly locked there by his squeezing hands. The pulsing meat presented a delightful sensation to her building passion, giving her a new awareness of its potential.
Al trembled from the shock waves reverberating through his body from the intense heat of the moment. His head felt like a balloon, filling with steam and about to burst. Even with his eyes tightly closed, he couldn't shut out the image of her beautiful face and exquisite body, the mind-shattering sight of her tits suddenly released from the prison of her bra, and the devilish way she presented her body for his personal inspection.
"Unnnnnggggghhhh... nnngggg... ahhhh!" he gasped as his balls unloaded explosively. "OHH... YEAH!"
Jan felt the first spurt of hot cum land on her chest. Then more and more as it trickled between her breasts and oozed down to her neck. And between her legs her cunt screamed with urgency for the feel of his cock there. Her body could feel every ripple, every inch of what her panting cunt wanted, but was being denied. The torture of it brought her to the threshold of an orgasm. However, she managed to keep her finger dancing down his sensitive crack to give him as much encouragement as she could.
When the last of his sperm was spent he grunted and rose, coming to a squatting position over her stomach. The look on his face was a combination of relief, delight and questioning as he stared down at her cum-covered chest.
"They tell me it's as good this way as it is in a girl," she lied.
"I wouldn't know," he breathed. "I've never had it the real way."
"You will... oh, you will," she promised, squeezing her legs together to hold back the tide of an orgasm.
The boy saw a slight twinge cross her face as she closed her eyes, and he realized for the first time that she was all hot and bothered too. He gently slipped from his position over her to her side and eyed her body again, wishing the fog in his head would clear so he could figure out what to do. The only certain thing in his head was the fact that he should have saved his cum and put it where she wanted it.
"See? You've got me so excited I can't think straight," Jan sighed.
"But I shot my load," he sighed. "I can't satisfy you now!"
"You will in a few minutes," she purred. "You'll be all charged up before you know it. And you'll satisfy my needs like never before. Mmmmm... but in the meantime, get between my legs and touch me down there."
He moved swiftly to comply with her request.
Then, slowly, careful not to hurt her in any way, be reached out and placed his hand softly over the triangle of hair that intrigued him so. When her hips rose off the bed to meet his touch, he became bolder, combing his fingers through the forest of hair to see what jewel was hidden there.
His eyes became glued to the soft, moist, pink lips that answered the question for him. At the same time he was filled with uncertainty about what he should do to entertain her. But as she lifted her knees back to her chest, his eyes feasted on the other opening he craved to touch. He slid his finger down to the little bud, circled it and tapped on it just as she had done to him.
"Mmmmm..." she cooed.
His finger lingered at the opening, desperately wanting to poke its way into the heat of it, but held back by an impulse from his swimming, foggy head. Lick it, you fool! his brain shouted, and he lowered his head toward her crotch.
At the touch of his wet tongue on the hot bud of her asshole, Jan felt a flame lick up through her body like a bolt of lightning. She felt the tip of his tongue swirl around the entrance, then flatten suddenly and lick a path from there up to the panting lips of her cunt. Again he lapped at the sensitive skin from her asshole to her cuntal lips. She had to brace herself for the flood that was about to break loose from the well of her cunt, trying at the same time to contain it. But another pass of that hot slab of wet tongue told her she couldn't take another pass without coming. She reached down and held his head between her legs, locked over her panting cunt.
"Oh Al!" she gasped when he opened his mouth over her pussy and sucked the breath from her. "Tongue it... tongue it!" she cried, but he sucked instead.
Her panting, screeching, lustful moans suddenly made Al feel like a giant among men. He drove his tongue into the panting, sucking depth of her cunt, snaking and whipping it wildly around the dew-lined walls, making a meal of the nectar his tongue brought forth.
"More... more... I can't stand it..." she cried over and over, holding his head firmly locked at her cunt, wishing she could swallow his whole head and more. "Oh Al... twist it around in there... yeah... yeah... further in... more, Al... more! You're the greatest... the best... the wildcat tongue in the world!"
Even with her thighs pressed tightly against his ears, he could hear her pleas and they fanned a new spark between his own lop. The thrill of feeling strength and power seeping back into his cock washed the old world from his mind and replaced it with a new world of intoxicating colors, tastes and smells. A world made of soft, smooth flesh, with pink tunnels and forests of silky soft hair.
"Whip it around... oh... oh... OH! Give me that juicy tongue of yours..." Then she lost count of the orgasms that rolled on and on, one after another. "Oooowwww," she cried, when his tongue finally escaped her clutching trap, then, "Ahhhhh..." when his body suddenly covered hers and his cock filled the vacancy left by his tongue.
"Ohhhh yes," she cooed.
There wasn't a trace of fear in Al's mind now. His cock flexed with strength, but he had complete control of the situation now. No chance of a misfire this time, he told himself confidently, driving his cock in and out of her to prove his new-found control.
"Next time," he grunted between breaths, "I'm gonna give it to you... Al's way... up the ass!"
Jan went into a frenzy of gyrations at that thought, feeling the agony of it already.
"Too big," she groaned. "It's too, too big!"
Both felt the big splash of their juices meeting in perfect timing. For Al, the moment was even better than he had dreamed it would be.
Charles waited nervously for the next phone call and his new instructions. The pressure of having the two F.B.I. agents at his side unnerved him. The thought that everything he said on the phone would be monitored, made it almost unbearable. He was chain-smoking now and even making trips to the liquor cabinet for whatever courage it was that alcohol gave a person. Other than an occasional highball, he never drank anything hard and the taste of straight whiskey came as a shock to his system. And just getting it down gave him courage.
Then shortly before the call came, he made what he considered a big decision. There was no sense pretending his scheme would work, he told himself. The best, the safest course was to put the whole idea out of his head and do what he was pretending to do be -- a loyal husband -- and get Jan back safe and sound.
The phone rang just as the living room clock finished the eighth chime. The two agents added to the charged atmosphere now as they all jumped at the sound of the phone.
"Hello," Charles said, calmer than the last time. "Do you have the money?" the man's voice asked.
"Yes."
"Do exactly as I say and don't talk. Go directly to your car. Drive north on Route Seven until you reach a gas station called 'Pringles' on the right... it's about a two-hour drive. Go to the phone booth there and wait for instructions. The place will be closed, so don't try to bring the police. Just be there by ten... alone... with the money."
There was a loud "click" and Charles looked at the agents for help. He felt weak all over and one of them had to take the receiver from his hand to replace it an the cradle.
"Okay," Jim, the older of the two said. "Get yourself together now, Mr. Latimer. Do exactly as he said. We'll have to stay out of sight, just in case they've got spotters. But you take this two-way radio and stay in contact with us as we planned. I'll contact you, first when we're all on Route Seven and fill you in on what's happening."
Charles took the radio and the suitcase with the money and dashed out of the house, while the agents made another call.
As he drove north an Route Seven the agents explained over the radio that the station was being checked out by other agents, who were rushing to the scene from a town nearby. They assured him, however, that no one would be able to tell they were on the case.
A few minutes before ten o'clock Charles pulled into the dark, lonely gas station and went to the phone booth. The call came right on time.
"Mr. Latimer?"
"Drive north now until you hit Route Twenty-eight, the Mohawk Trail... turn east and you'll find another station called 'Phil's'. We'll call you there."
"Listen!" he blurted out. "I couldn't help it... the F.B.I. is in on this."
"We expected that... just do as you're told. Be at Phil's by two. And tell those agents we'll kill your wife if we see any of them near our check points."
When Charles returned to the car he called in to report his new instructions to the trailing agents, leaving out the part about his telling of their presence in the case. He had done it on the spur of the moment, he rationalized now. Besides, they already knew, he told himself.
He had been on the Mohawk Trail before, he remembered. It was when they were on vacation. And it was a narrow, winding scenic road. Beautiful during the day, but he imagined it would be terribly lonely and desolate at night. He was suddenly grateful that he had the two-way radio and the agents were close enough to help him if the car broke down or something went wrong.
Jan was having tea in the kitchen with the old woman when her husband returned. He looked dejected, she noticed.
"Well, Ma," he said with a sigh. "I guess we'd better call it all off."
"What happened?" the woman asked with alarm.
"Her husband was afraid we'd find out, so he told me the F.B.I. was in on it. Probably thought we'd kill his wife if we found out. He's really worried about her safety, you know."
"What should we do?" the woman asked.
"Only thing we can do. Let the woman go and forget the whole thing."
"Did he get the money?" Jan asked out of curriosity.
"Yep. Got it with him in the car."
"So close, yet so far away," Jan said wistfully.
"Just feel bad for the kids," the woman said sadly. "Been telling them things were going to get real good pretty soon. Now we'll have to tell them our plan didn't work."
"The money is probably marked anyway," Jan offered.
"We figured that from the start," Pa said. "Knew the bank would mark the money so they could try to get it back. But we had that all figured out. Read in the papers how people 'wash' money so it can't be traced. It's complicated, but we figured it wouldn't be too hard in the small amounts we'd need."
"Then your only problem is getting the money," Jan said.
"That's about right," the old man said. "Had planned on sending one of the boys into the car to snatch it, while your husband was on the phone with me. But it's too risky now. If they stake out the phone booth, the boy will be caught. And you know how kids are when they get scared. Blow they whole thing... besides, I wouldn't want one of the boys to get in trouble anyway."
"We tried, Pa," the woman said. "Can't say we didn't try to give them a better life."
"Listen," Jan said as a thought crossed her mind. "I may have a plan... suppose I dress up like one of the boys and snatch the money from my husband's car?"
"What difference would that make?" the woman asked. "Then you'd be in trouble instead of one of the kids."
"But I can tell them you made me do it at gunpoint. And I thought you were hiding behind me. So I had to do it or get shot."
"You know, Pa?" the woman said, hesitating as she weighed the idea. "It just might work."
"I don't see how," her husband said. "They'd wonder why the minute she got in the car she didn't duck down and hide."
"That's easy," Jan shot back, bubbling over with enthusiasm. "I didn't know the F.B.I. was there... and besides, you also told me that if I tried to escape you'd shoot my husband in the telephone booth!"
"Wel, I'll be..." Pa said with a twinkle in his eye for the first time since Jan had seen him. "It just might work at that?"
"Of course it will," Jan said. "And you have nothing to lose if I get caught... because you were ready to call it quits anyway."
"What do you think, Pa?"
"It might work at that," he answered. "It's worth a try, since we ain't got nothing to lose."
"Then you'd better get some sleep, Mrs. Latimer," the woman suggested. "You'll have to be at the drop-off place by four in the morning."
Jan felt wide awake and too excited to think about sleep, but they were already putting out the lights in the kitchen and she didn't seem to have a choice. Then she remembered she had been sleeping most of the afternoon, exhausted from her session with Al. She took the candle from the woman and started up to her bedroom. She was flled with the thrill and excitement of her new role in the plan. It tickled her just to think that she was going to have a chance to get even with the bank.
As she entered her room, the light from her candle fell on a shape in the bed and she realized it was Al. He was fully dressed and obviously had been dozing while he waited for her.
"How do you feel?" she asked softly, closing the door.
"Great," he said, getting up and stretching. "I couldn't tell you at dinner how much you helped me. So I came back... to say... err... I guess... what I mean is..."
"I know what you mean," she said. "Let's just be friends... okay? No more hangups or crazy notions."
"I'm going to miss you," he said softly. "I've never known anyone as beautiful as you... inside and out."
"I'm going to miss you too," she said, adding, "and all the others too."
She knew instinctively that he had taken their relationship too seriously. As did Tom and David. She noticed they even avoided her eyes when they were in the same room and she wondered if they'd be all right after she was out of their lives.
"Well, I guess I'd better go," Al said, standing and lowering his head for a dash to the door. He didn't want her to see him all choked up again.
"Why don't you stay for a few minutes?" Jan said. "I might need someone to talk to... I guess I'm a little nervous."
"All right," he mumbled, and remained standing at the foot of the bed.
"I have to get some rest," she said. "Have to get up early. But I should see you again tomorrow. I don't think I'll be leaving right away."
The sad expression on his face and the way he stood there with his head drooping, forced her to go to him and put her arms around him. She wondered how long he'd been an orphan. And the thought crossed her mind that she was probably the only person to show him any affection in years. It certainly wasn't the nature of the old woman they called "Ma" to show any feeling, she told herself, understanding for the first time why they all had acted like animals back in her house.
"Come on now, cheer up," she said, going to him and hugging him. They were both about the same size, she noted, her mind suddenly jerking back to the reality of what she must do in a few hours. The fact that she had found the right size clothes to wear on the mission gave her some satisfaction. "How about a smile? That's better."
When his hands slipped around her waist to the small of her back, she wanted to back away from him so he wouldn't become involved again. But he held her securely pressed against his groin. Jan lifted her hands to his neck, her fingers interlocking behind him and her arms stiff, putting her lips at a safe distance from his.
"Things are really going to get better around here," she told him in a convincing voice. "After tomorrow... well, the whole world will be a better place for all you kids."
"Yeah... I know... but it'll still be lonely," he answered. "The kids will be better off, but the older guys... well, they need... you know... girls and dates and places to go..."
"Well maybe that will all change too," she said, feeling one of his hands slip from the small of her back to enter the top of her slacks. He was testing, she knew, but couldn't bring herself to flatly reject the attempt. "As a matter of fact, I'm even going to help with the plan. Now isn't that a laugh? Who ever heard of the victim helping to pull off the crime?"
"Hey! Why don't you stay with us then? You know... be one of the gang!" he offered hopefully, his hand quickly slipping further inside her slacks to gain more ground.
"I couldn't do that," she answered sadly. "It would turn you all into fugitives. My picture would be in all the papers and sooner or later someone would find me, then all of you."
His hand was kneading the firm balls of flesh, deep in her slacks now, and she could feel his cock stir in his pants. He kept her pressed tight against him, and her cunt began to throb in answer to his cock. But she kept telling herself not to risk any further involvement. It would only hurt him more if she let him think she wanted him, she told herself.
"It's getting late and I don't have much time to get some rest," she said in an attempt to change his thinking.
"I went out of my mind when I saw your bare ass back at your house," he said, massaging her now with both hands inside her slacks. "It was the most beautiful ass I had ever seen. And that's probably the reason I dropped my load so fast out in that field. Seeing you kneeling, with your ass sticking up for me just drove me crazy."
"I'm flattered, Al, but you'll find other girls with asses even better than mine. The problem is... we can't get... involved again."
"Yeah. I know. But I had to tell you."
"Hey!" she exclaimed, relieved that he understood the problem. "I need boys' clothes. You're about my size... how about lending me yours?"
"Sure..." he said with a puzzled look.
"Then why don't you take them off and let me try them on?"
"Okay," he answered, releasing her from his grip.
"But remember... Look, but don't touch! Let's just have some laughs and call it a day. Fair enough?"
"Yeah. I guess so." He agreeded reluctantly, but in a good-natured manner.
Jan slipped from his arms and went back to the chair she used as a clothes hanger and quickly removed her sweater and slacks. When she turned, Al had taken off his shirt, but was still untying his sneakers. As she watched, the thought crept into her mind that she desperately needed a shower. The prospects of an ice-cold shower didn't particularly thrill her, but she felt so unclean and clammy that she decided it had to be suffered.
"Do you think it would be safe if I went down and took a shower?" she asked him.
"Sure," he answered, stepping out of his pants. "No one uses it at night."
"Then how about getting me some soap and a towel?" she asked.
"Okay. And you'll need a few kerosense lamps so you can see what you're doing in there," he said, stripping off his shorts. "But first I'll sneak downstairs and connect the hot water line... then I'll meet you there in about ten minutes."
Jan's body tingled at the thought of a hot shower. It was more than she dared hope for. She just hoped he wouldn't get into any trouble, especially if he was caught running around the house naked that way. Then she sat on the edge of the bed to patiently count off the ten minutes in her mind.
As she waited, she realized she hadn't had a cigarette in two days, and she longed for one now. But she forced the thought ftom her mind and began to fold Al's clothes to take to the shower. When she picked up his pants her heart skipped a beat when a pack of cigarettes dropped on the bed from one of the pockets. The coincidence frightened her for a moment as she stared at the almost full pack on the bed. But she quickly got over her shock and took one, lit it with the flame from the candle and sat back on the bed to enjoy the burning sensation of the first puff entering her lungs.
Time was no longer important to her as she leisurely smoked the cigatette almost to the filter. Then she picked up Al's clothes and started for the door, had second thoughts about walking through the halls in only her bra and panties, but decided she didn't feel like getting dressed again. She almost dropped one of his sneakers down the stairs and had to pause to catch hee breath from the near calamity that would have created.
"I stole one of your cigarettes," she whispered to Al as she slipped through the crack he opened for her in the door.
He laughed at that, then admitted, "We bought them with your money... so they're really yours."
"Hot water?" she asked hopefully.
"In the last shower stall," he answered, lighting the kerosene lamps. And Jan watched the large room gradually go from pitch black to a deep orange color. She waited while he barricaded the door closed with a chair under the doorknob, then followed him to the dark stall as he carried the lanterns.
"I guess I can wash my underwear in the shower," she thought out loud as he hung the lamps, lighting that corner of the room brightly. She could see every muscle in Al's naked body ripple as he stretched on tiptoes to hang the lights.
"How's that?" he asked, turning to face her now.
"Just fine," she said, hesitating and wondering how to tell him to leave her now. "Here... you hold your clothes... maybe you'd better stay at the door to make sure no one tries to come in."
He took the clothes without saying anything and walked back toward the door. Everything else was right there, she noted, turning on the water and feeling the warmth build in the spray as the hot water replaced the cold in the pipes. She stepped under the shower with her bra and panties on and soaped herself all over before taking them off. It wasn't until she turned to hang them over the partition that she realized Al was there watching.
"You shouldn't be watching, you know," she said, facing him and seeing his stiff cock pointing in her direction. "It'll only get you excited... which I see has already happened... and we agreed..."
"I know... I know," he cut her off. "I'm just watching. Thought you might need someone to wash your back."
"Oh Al." She tried to stop him with the inflection of her voice, but he was already in the stall with her. "Just my back," she said, turning to face the shower.
He soaped her shoulders and back thoroughly, using the flat of his hand to massage it to a rich lather. And each stroke brought his hand closer to the mounds of firm, smooth skin he wanted to touch most, until he finally swept down and over the twin globes, unable to control his urge any longer.
It felt good, Jan admitted. And there, was no way to stop him anyway, she decided as he meticulously soaped her ass. She grinned to herself and washed her front while he enjoyed the back.
"Al!" she cried out when his finger lingered momentarily at her asshole and suddenly poked its way in.
"Please," he begged. "I can't help myself..."
She remained motionless as his soapy finger slipped deeper into the tight tunnel and she allowed him a few minutes there before saying, "You're only making things worse, Al. Now take your finger out and let me rinse off."
She felt the finger slip begrudgingly from her asshole and turned to rinse the soap from her back. It did feel good, she told herself now as she saw the sad look on his face. But she managed to fight off the temptation to give in to him. It was a matter of doing what she felt was best for the boy, she convinced herself. It just wasn't fair to leave him with hangups about her, she told herself, turning off the shower and reaching for the towel. Al's hands were immediately there, drying her back for her.
"Now let's see if your clothes fit me," she said, turning to step out of the shower stall.
"One last kiss," he breathed heavily. "Just let me kiss your ass one last time. Please?"
"Now, Al, we agreed..." she started, but he had already dropped to his knees and was turning her by the hips. The warmth of his open mouth on her freshly scrubbed asscheeks turned her on, and she could feel the intense hunger he had for the taste of the white meat there.
"Your ass drives me wild," he gasped between kisses. He sucked as much of the firm flesh into his mouth as he could, gently sinking his teeth into the flesh and licking the spot as he released it. "That's all I can think about..." Another sucking kiss. "When I close my eyes I can see your ass so clearly that it drives me crazy knowing I can't touch, it."
Jan felt his fingers spreading the cheeks of her ass apart. Then his tongue touched the sensitive skin at the top of the valley and began its trip down the crevice. When it arrived at the puckered pink bud, she lost her breath from the feel of it and had to grab the shower faucets for support.
"Al!" she cried in a desperate attempt to stop him now, while she had the strength and presence of mind. "Don't do tha -- ooowwwwwww... ooohhhhh..." The drooling, tongue was painting the sensitive opening with saliva and she felt the tip of it forcing its way in as she tried to clamp it shut. "AAALLLLL... you're driving me crazy..."
With his steaming hot breath and slick wet tongue on her asshole, Jan felt outnumbered and she surrendered to the invasion, relaxing the muscles there and sucking the twisting tongue into her ass. She had to bend lower and spread her legs wider to get as much of the tongue as possible. She used the faucets to keep from falling.
Then, during a brief interval when her mind cleared of the fog and dizziness, she wondered why she had never fantasized about this when her days were filled with dreams of every other sex, act. But Al's driving tongue seemed to be reaching up through her body and was almost reaching her brain now, and the fog rolled in again. The thought of his tongue reaching straight up from her asshole to her head drove her to the brink of a breathtaking orgasm. She felt the tongue wiggle and squirm up into the red-hot walls of her shit chute.
"More... more... MORE!" she cried out, suddenly addicted to the sensation of it, then suddenly stunned by the realization that it was retreating, not advancing. "Oh Al! I want more... more... more..." And it was gone, leaving her grasping frantically for the feel of it, slipping backward from the peak of excitement.
There were a few moments of nothingness. But his fingers remained firmly pressed into her fleshy mounds, still spreading them wide apart, giving her reason to believe he would return to the meal when he got another breath. It seemed to take forever, she thought, but she finally felt the touch of it again on the puckered mouth of her whole and she sighed with relief.
It took several seconds for her mind to sort out the facts, but she suddenly realized the tongue was blunt and thick now, stretching the little opening much wider than before.
"Oh no! NOT THAT!" she cried out as it pressed into the too-tight sleeve. "Don't do it! It's too big! AL! It's too big!"
"I gotta do it," he moaned in answer to her plea, watching the thick mushroom head of his cock stretching the little bud of her asshole.
"You'll split me apart!" she cried back over her shoulder.
"But I gotta do it," he grunted, finding the task more difficult than he had imagined. But he continued to force the blunt cockhead forward, not gaining any ground in the process and getting a little frustrated.
"Soap it up first!" Jan cried, realizing he was determined to have her this way. "Soap it up, Al, so it slips in!"
He thought about that for a second, then released his gritp an her buttocks and turned to lather his thrbbing cock with soap. As an after thought, he dipped his finger in the soap dish, gathered a supply of the melted lubricant and, turning back to her, ran his finger up her ass.
"OH!" she screamed at the sudden invasion. "Please don't..." the finger popped out, "... hurt me!"
He planted the knob of his cock at the sucked-in bud and began again. Her sphincter muscle opened easier now and he watched intently as his cock penetrated the tight opening. The shaft slowly disappeared into the heat of her and he watched every inch slide breathtakingly into the furnace of her ass.
For Jan, the snail's pace advance was agonizing, filled with doubt and fear. The fit was so snug she could feel the popping veins and the throbbing pulse in his thick cock. Her throat began to constrict, and the further it entered the tighter her throat got, until she thought she was going to gag.
"Ahhhhh..." he sighed with pleasure, releasing her buttocks now that his cock was in the hilt. He slid his hands to her hips, forcing her tightly against his groin, enjoying the cushiony feeling the mounds of flesh created there. The muscles in the globes of white meat gave him the feeling they were sucking at his loins.
Jan sighed with relief too, realizing the cock was fully seated and she wasn't going to be split in half. She breathed normally for a few moments, giving her a chance to survey the situation. It was a filling experience, but she admitted the strangeness gave her pangs of excitement. She slowly straightened up from her bent position and the sensations it gave Al were expressed in animal-like sounds in his throat.
"How's it feel?" she breathed over her shoulder, squeezing his cock as she asked.
"Ohhhh... FANtastic..."
She reached down and lifted his hands from her hips, bringing them up to her breasts. Her body responded with pangs of new excitement as he milked the ache from her. Then, holding one hand on her breast, she slid his other hand down her stomach to the patch of hair between her legs, then deftly taught him how to bring delight to her clitoris.
"Ohhhh, yeah!" he groaned with new delight.
"Mmmmmm..." she answered.
"I'm... gonna... come," he gasped. "Don't move... don't move... I can't hold it if you move..."
Her attention shot to the thick cock filling her ass and she tried to imagine how it was going to feel when he released his juices in there. It drove her wild with the lustful need to know.
"Give it to me!" she cried, bending forward again, his hands still clutching at her, still milking her tit and toying with her clit. "I want it... I want it... give it to me!"
"Yeah! YEAH! It's... it's coming... yeah! NOW!"
She felt the spray of his cum add new delights to the inner depths of her body, his toying finger bringing her quickly to the peak of her orgasm. But she held back the tide for one moment of final enjoyment, savoring every sensation and then giving in to the urgent need to release the flood of juice from her body.
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" he cried as she squeezed his cock harder than she realized. "Wow! It's great!"
"Mmmmmm..." she answered, grinding out the last drop of pleasure. "Take it out... fast."
Al gripped her buttocks and quickly withdrew his cock, watching with fascination as the little eye blinked furiously at him. "Man! That was something!"
Jan turned the shower faucel and they both came down to earth when the ice-cold water shocked their senses. She quickly turned off the cold and turned on the hot water. And they got under it together to stop the chills from the first spray.
"I should have done that when you started to get ideas," she laughed.
"I've had enough cold showers to last a lifetime," he answered seriously. "But today well, you made everything worth... you know... worth living."
"It was fun," she said. "But now we have to think about tomorrow. Let'see if your clothes fit me."
"You know..." he said as Jan began getting dressed in his clothes. He paused for a second before continuing. "Tom is upset about what happened out in that field... He says you're too nice a person, to do what we did. I shouldn't even be telling you this... He's sorry. And it was my fault anyway."
"If anything happens and I don't get back tomorrow, you tell Tom that I understand."