Chapter 9

Stan lay back on the bed and held onto Janet's hips, helping her to position herself on top of his loins. His cock was standing straight up, ready to enter her vagina once she steeled herself atop him. A gentle breeze was drifting in from the open bedroom window.

"Easy, baby," he whispered, seeing the eager expression on her face. He then realized he was making the right decision. He was going to leave Janet. He had found another woman the night before and had fucked her in a motel he occasionally took women to.

Janet no longer interested him as she once had. He was surprised at himself for holding onto her for this long. Now she was beginning to actually enjoy their weekend meetings. That had taken the meat out of it for him. He knew she preferred his young stepson above him, but now she wasn't giving him even the semblance of a struggle when he forced himself upon her. Sex with her had become routine, as if he was balling his own wife.

Now he would have to tell Janet he was leaving her. Tough shit, baby. He would leave her Tommy; the boy could have her all to himself now. Stan didn't care. Tommy could do whatever he liked as far as Stan was concerned. All the more power to him for it.

Tonight would be his last night with Janet.

"Ohhh, that's nice," he said, a sarcastic bite to his words, but Janet was too absorbed with the feel of his short quick cock going into her fuck channel to notice.

She hunched her back and kissed his nipples, making them harden between her teeth. Then she slowly started going up and down on him. Like a marionette, he thought. A doll with the strings all jumbled up. Her legs and arms twitched as the cunt thrills began. She was all over him at once, showering him with kisses, her tongue trailing wetly over his chest and shoulders and neck and cheeks.

No, it wasn't quite the same anymore. This would have to be the last night.

He started to pump up, closing his eyes and remembering the girl he had picked up the night before. And she was just a girl. Eighteen. With the willowy body of a ballet dancer and the face of an angel. He imagined he was fucking her again now.

She was a blond. Thin. Her breasts pointed and small. But the nipples were a light brown and very big. Especially when she was aroused. Her cunt hair was golden and very soft. There was little of it too, which accentuated the pouting of her cunt lips. Her sex was very defined. Beautiful. And he made believe he was fucking her now.

"Baby," he moaned, rocking his head to and fro. Janet was glad to see she was getting this response from the man. She was enjoying herself immensely.

She mashed herself down on him, feeling his cock shaft corkscrewing its way up her fuck channel. The tip of it was rubbing directly across her burgeoned clit button. Her swollen nubbin of pleasure was sending out intense signals, indicating Janet would shortly be cumming.

"Do it to me," she groaned, her eyes half closed.

"Fuck me, baby," he whispered throatily. "Feel it, sweetheart ... those tits ... pointed and nice and so fucking soft ... do it ... yeah ... that's it ... mmmmm ... so sweet...."

Janet went up and down faster.

"Yes ... that's the way, sweetheart."

Sweat ran down her chest, giving an exciting glow to her white flesh. Stan reached up and took hold of her tits and began kneading her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, his eyes still shut. A smile spread across his face.

Janet looked down and felt the distinct rumblings inside her cunt. Jesus, she thought. Jesus. Jesus.

She went up and down faster than before, really slamming down hard and sending his cock so deep inside her she thought she could feel the end of it pressing against her backbone.

"Ohhh Mother of God," she groaned. Tears came to her eyes.

"Almost there, baby." He sighed, opening his eyes. He looked up at Janet as if seeing her for the first time. He held onto her tits and squeezed them, then began ramming upward to meet her downward thrusts.

He could feel the fiery ripples in his cock shaft. Like liquid fire. And like a volcano, his cock felt ready to burst. He cupped her buttocks and they rode each other for all they were worth.

"Getting out of control," Janet panted. "So good ... so many sensations ... too many. Lord, so fucking many...."

"Just keep it up, baby," he encouraged her, on the brink of an orgasm.

He pulled her left tit and brought it to his eagerly awaiting lips. He sucked on her nipple like a child. He felt it swelling up in his mouth.

His lips felt so hot, searingly hot. It was as if he was burning her nipple with a hot poker, each time his tongue flicked across it.

"Mercy," she gasped.

But he gave her none. He forced her to fuck him like she hadn't before. Rough and hard. Without pause for breath. The fuck sensations were building so quickly she didn't think she could take any more. She began experiencing fabulously intense orgasms. And so many of them!

"God ... Jesus ... help me!!"

Slamming into her. Nearly throwing her off the bed. Again and again. His cock like a shaft of hot steel inside her. Burning. So very hot! She was loving every minute of it.

She wished Tommy and Bobby could be as violent as this. Fingernails ripping into her skin, leaving telltale welts of passion behind.

She would teach the boys this. To make their sex together really pleasurable. And different. Have their cocks really slam into her. Over and over again. Both of them. Though she knew this was exactly how their sex was anyway. The pounding. The pure joy of bodily release. The best sensations in the world!

She was merely wishing the boys could be with her now. That she could tell Tommy about his step-father. That the four of them could enjoy sex together; three cocks inside her at once! Imagine!

But it was impossible. Tommy must never know, just like Stan must never tell his step-son he had inadvertently seen him steal into Janet's backyard. Thank God, she thought, he doesn't realize about Bobby. That would have to remain a strict secret.

"Ohhh, Stan!" she cried out, her climax overtaking her.

"Feels good, baby?"

"Yes! Yes!"

"Better than with Tommy and his big fucking boy cock?"

"Yes! Yes!" Janet replied, though she knew this wasn't true. She still enjoyed Tommy, and his pale young friend, better than Stan. Sex with her boys was something very special to her. Stan could never duplicate it fully enough. He was close at times, very close indeed, but never quite there. She never scaled the same peaks with the man as she did with his step-son and young Bobby.

"My cock just as good as his?" he persisted, his voice husky and tight with emotion. His fingers dug into her tit flesh.

"Yes! Yes!" she cried hysterically.

Then he climaxed, thrusting upward and mashing his loins against hers. She cupped his hairy testicles and squeezed them, making him groan. His head went back and forth on the pillow.

His cream oozed down the insides of her thigh, joining with the more fragrant, more watery essence of her aroused cunt.

"More! More!" she cried.

But he was finished. He had cum and it felt beautiful. He sighed with contentment. But he wished he were in the arms of the blond. He looked forward to seeing her again in the motel tonight.

"Ohhh, you bitch," he murmured as he finished shooting his last oozing wad between Janet's quivering legs.

She pulled herself off him and sat on the bed, leaning her back against the wall. Already, she was thinking of sucking him off.

He sat up and searched his inside pants pocket for a cigarette. His clothes were lying in a heap by the side of the bed. He lit up the cigarette and took a deep lungful. Janet watched. She didn't smoke.

She wondered why he had suddenly stopped. Usually he continued for hours, a man possessed, until he was thoroughly exhausted. She sensed something was about to happen. She waited for him to speak, feeling the sudden hammering of her heart.

He looked at her and smiled that empty smile of his. "I might as well come right out with it. It's better than beating around the bush. It's over, honey. I'm taking off tonight."

At first Janet didn't fully understand. "Taking off?" she repeated.

"Yeah. You and I are finished. I've found another chick." He shrugged his shoulders and smiled. "Nothing personal, you understand." He took another deep drag on the cigarette.

"I see," she said dully. She knew that meant the end of her special relationship with Tommy. Oh God, she thought, tears starting in her eyes.

He took another pull on the cigarette before telling her Tommy would still be hers.

"You have my word," he said, "that no one will find out about you two. You've made the boy into a man. I can see the changes in him already. He's still a boy, of course, but he's changed. Grown up a little, I guess."

"Thank you," she said.

"I've enjoyed our little ... arrangement," he said.

"Then why end it?"

He laughed. "There was a time not so long ago when you would have done anything just so we did call it quits. You've changed too. It's not ... not exciting for me anymore."

"You want me to fight every inch, is that it?"

He nodded. "As long as it's done in earnest, so to speak. It's no good when it's just a charade. That's what it is now. At least for me."

"And this other woman ... she's better than me?"

"Maybe not better in the sense you're thinking. But she fights. And fights all the way. A kinky little number. She'll do anything too."

"So will I," she insisted, wondering why, indeed, she did want to continue their forced relationship.

He sighed. "I know, baby, but there's no point going into all that. It's over. Finished. You should be happy you've still got Tommy. That's my way of saying: no hard feelings, sweetheart."

"I see."

He started to dress.

After he left, Janet was. suddenly filled with an overwhelming feeling of relief. She had to sit down. She no longer felt that numbness she felt when Stan was with her. And Tommy was hers! And Bobby!

She sighed deeply and closed her eyes. Tomorrow was Sunday. She wouldn't be seeing the boys until Monday. She wondered if she would be able to stand it! At least now, she thought, my weekends are free too. I can't wait to tell the boys the good news!