Chapter 5

Janet had been on pins and needles all week. Tommy was supposed to have called her the day before-she had given him her number before leaving the hotel-but she hadn't heard from him.

The doubts began settling in.

Was he, in fact, going to call her at all? Had his parents somehow found out about them? Had they been in an accident? Had he grown tired of her already? Was he just playing along with her?

It was noon. She had already called the weekly maid to tell her not to come in today to clean the house, just in case the boy called. In which case he could come right over. Now r the house was eerily quiet. This intensified Janet's unease and uncertainty.

She sat in her spacious backyard, beside the kidney-shaped pool. Per her instructions, the pool had been cleaned just prior to her return. But she didn't feel like swimming.

The telephone rang.

Janet leapt to her feet, nearly breaking her neck running into the living room. "Yes," she said breathlessly. "Janet?" It was the boy!

"Tommy! Thank God! Where have you been, sweetheart? I've been waiting for your call."

"I'm sorry. My folks decided to spend some more time sightseeing. What a drag. But I'm back! Is it okay if I come over?"

"Of course. You know how to get to my house?"

"Sure. You want me to ring the front doorbell?"

"Well, perhaps it would be best if you came right to the backyard. That way you probably won't be seen."

"Okay. Be over in a couple of minutes."

"Be careful."

"He laughed. "Don't worry." Janet quickly went upstairs to her room and changed into a pair of shorts and one of her husband's shirts. Outside it was hot and humid. Suddenly she felt like a swim. She and Tommy would have one. Fortunately, her backyard was bordered all the way around with high, thick shrubs. They were virtually isolated from the rest of the world.

And that's just how Janet wanted it to be.

The boy appeared and they rushed to one another's arms. He looked even more handsome than she remembered. His face, already flushed with excitement, was sunburned, as were his arms and legs. He was wearing a tee shirt and an old tight-fitting pair of cutoffs. He was barefoot inside his sneakers.

"You look beautiful," he said, beaming.

She held him in front of her at arm's length. "I see you've been getting a little sun. You look fabulous. God, I've missed you. These past few days have been, as corny as it might sound, like months. But now you're here. Is everything alright? No trouble with your parents or anything?"

He shrugged. "No. Why should there be? I certainly haven't told them anything about us and I don't have any intention of doing so."

"Terrific. I guess I'm just a little paranoid, that's all."

Tommy looked around. He was visibly impressed. "You've got quite a house here. Wow. Your pool's dynamite!"

"I thought we'd go for a swim later."

"Great."

"Would you like to see my bedroom?" she asked, smiling.

"Are you trying to tell me something?"

"Just hinting."

"I can take a hint. Let's go."

Hand in hand they went inside, the boy stopping to look around, inspect each room. Janet never felt more proud. And to think, she mused, he's only a boy. Who would have thought I'd be so infatuated with an adolescent. I feel like a young girl myself!

As they climbed the stairs to Janet's room, Tommy watched the sway of her hips, her buttocks. The subtle up and down motion of her melon tits. He felt his cock uncoiling. Like a snake about to strike.

When they got to the top of the stairs he put his arms around her and slipped his hands up under the loose shirt to undo her bra strap. Then he cupped each tit and fondled her mounds lovingly.

"I've missed the tight wet feel of your cunt," he sighed. Janet recalled the boy's father's words.

Janet turned around and they embraced. He began unbuttoning her shirt.

"Anxious, aren't you?" she joked, but she too started to fumble with her buttons, wanting to feel his probing fingers on her flesh again. He pulled off her shirt and took a nipple between his hot young lips, his hand at the same time lifting up her boob. He sucked on it passionately and Janet's knees became weak and rubbery.

She unzipped his shorts and reached in his white briefs to feel his hard on.

She remembered the rougher texture of Tommy's father's cock. The boy's member was smoother. There was less hair on his balls and under his scrotum. And it was big! She had almost forgotten just how big and thick it was.

They finished undressing quickly and lay side by side on her bed. She watched the youngster's eyes trail up and down her nakedness, basking in his attention.

"Did you miss me?" she asked, running her fingers through his thick mop of blond hair. It had been lightened slightly by the sun. His legs and arms and face and neck were pink, but the rest of his body was still pale. His tuft of golden-brown pubes was partially hidden by the wide shaft shooting up like an arrow from his loins.

"Miss you? Of course! Each night...."

"Yes?"

"Each night I would jack off just thinking about you. I'd have a hard-on twenty-four hours a day! I'd have to rush off during the day to jack off."

Janet laughed.

"No, really. It's never been that way before. I mean, your body ... your tits and cunt were locked in front of my eyes, blocking out everything else. I felt horny all the time!"

She ran her palm up and down his chest and belly, her fingertips just touching the wiry hairs above his penis.

"And what about you?" he asked, kissing her longingly. "I bet you were horny too!"

Janet thought of the boy's father, the way his cock slammed repeatedly into her, and she was surprised to feel herself blushing. She stammered, "Of course I was horny. Even if I stuck my whole hand inside my pussy it couldn't be anything like that big cock of yours!"

The boy giggled, his eyes dancing.

He held her tits in both hands, feeling the hardness of her pointed nipples. He leaned forward, on his side, and sucked her swollen knob. First one. Then the other. Janet closed her eyes and felt the tingling sensations shoot down from her tits directly to her cunt.

She fisted the boy's erect penis.

A few moments later they were both very aroused. She showered the boy's face, lips, shoulders, and chest with kisses. She lifted up his arms and licked his armpits while he moaned appreciatively. Then she trailed her juicy tongue down his chest, over each hard boyish teat, further down ... down ... down.

"Suck me," he murmured. "I've been dreaming of your hot lips ... your wonderful tongue. Ohhh, Janet, suck me, please, please suck me!"

He arched his back and groaned as she took his hard penis in her hand and squeezed it, at the same time drilling the tip of her fleshy tongue into his musky tasting piss slit. She was instantly rewarded by a clear drop of pre-cum fluid. Then another drop. And another.

She began sucking just his cock knob, her tongue circling around the ridge of the mushroom-shaped head.

"Shit...." he moaned, his hand on her pussy. His mouth watered. "Let me suck you too. Please. Ohhhh, so fucking good!"

She maneuvered herself to a sixty-nine position and allowed the eager young boy to feast on her fragrant honey pot.

You dear, dear boy! she thought excitedly.

She felt his cock shaft pulsating hotly, his veins gorged with blood. Her tongue made wild patterns on his hard flesh, going up and down, circling over his bouncing balls, lifting them upward, feeling their cum-filled weight.

"No one can suck like you," he sighed. Then he opened her cunt with thumb and forefinger and went to work, his exploring tongue going straight for the woman's swollen clitoris.

The same thought that had struck her the first time she held the boy's naked body close to hers-and again during the past few days when she was alone and uncertain whether or not Tommy would return to her-hit her again. It was all a dream. It had to be. Life wasn't this sweet. This perfect. It couldn't be!

Yet she knew it was. At least for her. Tommy was back, and he would stay with her for a long time. She sensed that. He would never tire of her and she would certainly never tire of him. She would watch him grow, becoming a man, and all the while they would make passionate love, for hours at a time!

It was a dream come true!

She took the entire length of his massive penis into her mouth and sucked it for all it was worth. She heard the boy's muffled sighs of contentment. She knew how to satisfy him. Like no girl his own age could. She was a woman of experience.

Just think of all I've already taught him, she thought proudly. All the pleasure I've brought him. And all the pleasure he's brought me!

She sucked his balls, temporarily ignoring his pulsating shaft. She loved the smooth, hairless texture of his scrotum. Would it one day be as hairy and ungainly as his father's? Never!

Her middle finger reached inside the crease separating his slim young buttocks. She pressed firmly against his puckered anus. It opened readily for her and she pressed harder, her finger beginning to slip inside his asshole.

He wriggled his ass ecstatically and she felt his tongue whipping against her burgeoning clit button. God, she thought, ohh God, he's wonderful!

Her entire digit disappeared inside his shit hole. Her knuckles were w-edged against him. She dug into his ass flesh and he groaned, momentarily forgetting about her clit.

"Man, that feels good!" he enthused. "I mean, really fucking good! Do it again, baby. Again!"

She pressed the tip of her finger against his sensitized prostate gland and Tommy's back arched.

"Jesus! Again! Again!"

She sucked him slowly, carefully, tasting every square inch of his saliva-glistening fuck tool. As she sucked, she slid her finger in and out of the young boy's shit channel. The sensations began to build quickly. Tommy gasped, his tongue scooping up Janet's cunt juices.

"Never felt quite ... quite like this before...." he panted, his forehead wrinkling as if he was concentrating hard on something. He could feel his muscles tightening throughout his entire body. His body temperature went up a few degrees. The room was suddenly hot.

He returned his full attention to the woman's flooded cunt channel.

But he was finding it increasingly hard to concentrate on Janet's fragrant pussy, much as he wanted to. He had been looking forward to this moment for days-ever since he saw Janet leave in the taxi from the hotel.

He had imagined her on the train, himself beside her, their thighs pressing against each other. The soft, erotic touch of her fingers....

But the sensations bursting forth from his young loins were driving away all thoughts of Janet's creaming twat. The fire burning so fiercely in his cock shaft made him want to shout aloud.

And his ass was beginning to burn. It felt so funny-the harsh tightness caused by Janet's finger continuously going in and out of him.

"Janet ... wow ... ohhh God, wow!"

"You like this, don't you?" she asked, her tongue caressing his wet cock head.

"It's great ... fucking great!"

She loved his boyish enthusiasm. It made her feel warm inside. She sucked his tool and nuzzled it excitedly between her teeth.

My cunt, she thought to herself. Don't forget my cunt, sweetheart!

As if reading her thoughts, his lips and tongue returned to her slippery vulva, probing between her puffy lips, but it was no good. He arched his back and threw his head back. The sensations were increasing, blinding out everything else. He was getting closer to that blissful moment of release, when all eternity seemed to hold still just long enough for him to experience his reason for being.

The pleasure was all he ever wanted to know. To feel. He wanted it to go on and on, keep on building, building, until his body would be stretched to its absolute maximum.

Then the burst of pleasure would expand and keep on expanding, lasting forever and becoming more and more intense.

"GOD! GOD!" he cried out. "JESUS CHRIST!" he sobbed, tears spilling onto his cheeks.

He arched his back, nearly throwing Janet off the bed. He couldn't believe just how intense the pleasure was this time. It really felt as if his body had exploded. He closed his eyes tight and gasped and sighed and moaned in ecstasy.

He exploded in Janet's mouth, cum spilling from the corners of her mouth as she tried to hold all ten inches of his prick shaft between her lips, and suck and breathe at the same time. And swallow. He struggled against her as his cock continued to shoot the thick, stringy white cum sauce into her mouth. Deep into her throat. She gagged. It was like holding down a wild animal.

God, he's enjoying this one! she thought proudly, slamming her finger way up his asshole.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! he screamed, lost completely in the wondrous fuck sensations swirling up from his cock and balls.

What a cum! he thought, even as he was experiencing it, his cock spurting in her mouth, emptying his balls of their precious wads.

He had never been this excited before. Janet didn't even mind that her cunt was being left unattended. She was enjoying the boy's pleasure almost as much as he was. She continued to suck on his throbbing tool like crazy.

"More!" he cried. "Ohhh man, this feels good. Janet, do you hear that? Good! Really fucking good. The best!"

Janet's throat muscles worked as she continued swallowing his foaming jism, just as quickly as his cock shot it into her. She could feel the stringy wads hanging down from the roof of her mouth. Getting stuck between the spaces of her teeth. Going down her throat like smooth, spicy wine.

He seemed to taste even juicier ... sweeter ... than ever before!

He pumped up at her even after he had finished cumming. She continued to suck. A few minutes later she could feel the tension rebuilding in his shaft. He was going to shoot again. She couldn't believe he still had more cum to shoot!

He fondled her clitoris, his fingers jammed tightly inside her. He worked and worked until she felt the first stirrings. Then, like the upward climb of a roller coaster, she felt the sensations increase. Build.

"Yes," she hissed, momentarily forgetting about his hard member. She came, his fingers becoming sticky with her watery essence.

When it was over she felt his lips on her sex. She sighed, anticipating the next sudden burst of pleasure. She returned to sucking his massive penis.

"You want to cum again in my mouth, don't you, my sweet," she whispered, her voice soothing, yet electric.

"Suck it, Janet," he whispered back to her, with ever-increasing urgency. "Suck it like only you can!"

She did as he asked.

Watery fluid oozed out of his piss slit. Janet knew this was just a taste of what was to follow. She could already taste his next sizzling wads.

"Make it even better than last time," he mumbled, his words lost in her wiry bush. He tugged on her curly hairs with his teeth, pulling them, making her groan. She loves it, he thought. And that overwhelming sense of pride overtook him. He knew instinctively he was doing all the right things.

Your cousin never did it like this, did he? he asked silently. I can do it better than him. I'm the only one.

He felt her slightly moist palms on his thighs, kneading his flesh as her excitement grew. He manipulated her swollen clit button until she arched her back, as he had done only a few moments before, and gasped with delight, her body then shuddering convulsively. He loved it when it did that. It made his heart flutter.

"Ohh Lord," she moaned, before returning to the task at hand: the sucking of Tommy's delicious piece of hard meat.

She sucked him quickly, her head a mere blur as it moved up and down over his loins.

He pumped up at her, a wild grin growing on his sunburned face. He was sweating, the sweet muskiness of his perspiration filling her nostrils. They flared, like a bull's.

"Janet," he gasped, then he climaxed. "Je-sus," he said softly, his cheeks wet with tears of complete ecstasy. This cum was better than the last!

And it did seem to last so, so long.

He lay quiet when it was finally over. His cock felt cold once Janet's mouth left it. He could still feel the wet embrace of her lips on his shaft. He sighed.

"Oh yes," he whispered. He closed his eyes and sighed again.

Janet maneuvered herself so she was lying beside him, her tits pressing against his sweating back as her lips brushed over his neck and shoulders.

"Good?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"Mmmm ... so good...."

"Ready for more?" she cooed, smiling to herself. "About time that cock of yours found its way back into my hot little pussy."

"I couldn't agree with you more," he said, chuckling. "Why don't we try a different position this time?"

Janet nodded. She positioned herself across the width of the bed, with her legs overhanging the side. She instructed the boy to stand on the carpeted floor, between her spread legs. He did as she asked, looking down at her pale naked body. Her furry box seemed to be winking at him. Her inner cunt flesh glistened with her warm and aromatic juices.

"Pull my ass up so I can lock my legs around your neck," she said. Her voice carried with it the implicit desire for urgency. Tommy could see she was panting with anticipation. Her pubic hairs were matted with her fuck sauce.

Without a word he slipped both hands under her ass and lifted her butt up. She wrapped her legs around his neck. At the same time he reached down and grabbed hold of his erect penis.

Her female odor was strong now. It excited him. Her box was close. Very close. He pressed the head of his cock between her cunt lips. She reached down and guided it into her, reveling in the smooth sensation of his shaft disappearing through her fingers, into her steaming twat.

She moaned, her eyes rolling back in their sockets as all of his cock slowly penetrated her innermost vaginal depths. She arched her back like a cat, slow and languid. Goosebumps ran up and down the boy's back.

"Fuck me hard," she said, her voice barely a low whisper.

Tommy eased himself down on her, resting on the balls of his feet. The carpet felt soft and plush beneath him.

He started to ball her, his cock slipping in and out of her effortlessly. At first he was slow. Very slow. Letting her feel every inch of his hard thickness. Then he picked up the tempo, thrusting into her with hard, short jabs.

"That's it," she gasped, grabbing a handful of the bedsheets, her body writhing with pleasure.

He held onto her thighs, his fingernails digging into her soft flesh. He rocked on the heels of his feet, his thrusts intensifying until Janet felt the first electric impulses jolt her lower body.

He could feel her inner cunt flesh clutching his tool each time he entered her, as if her vagina never wanted it to leave its hot confines. Her flesh massaged his member, creating wonderful sensations inside his loins. They began their inevitable build toward that moment he was panting for.

He was finding it difficult standing on his feet. His knees were weak. He wasn't sure he could hold up his own weight. With each stroke he seemed to grow weaker, yet a strange exhilaration was also taking over him, directing all his energy to his hard prick.

He ran his hands over her tits, feeling the hardness of her erect nipples. She laid her hands on top of his, directing his fingers over her tit mounds until her head started rocking to and fro.

"It's coming," she cried. "God, it's almost here."

Her flesh petals molded themselves around the boy's thick pecker, conforming to its shape and size. She could feel the delicate mushroom shape of his prick head. It thickened with each and every thrust forward.

He leaned over and sucked her nipples, first one, then the other. She groaned, holding onto his head with both hands, her fingers running through his blond curls.

"Tommy," she said, pumping back at him. Her legs had by now slipped down around his slim, boyish buttocks, where they remained as she climaxed, crying out in ecstasy. He stopped for a moment after she had cum. She urged him on, slamming her pelvis into his. He continued.

"More," she said desperately. "Every hard young inch, sweetheart. I want all of it!"

He had to pause momentarily several times in order to hold back from cumming himself. He wanted to give Janet the benefit of at least several cums before allowing himself the pleasure of reaching orgasm inside her hot pussy.

Janet opened her eyes after she had climaxed a second time and looked up into the boy's face. He was concentrating hard. She knew he was trying to hold himself back from shooting.

Let yourself go, she thought, but she didn't verbalize her thought. She wanted those extra cums as badly as Tommy wanted to provide them for her.

"Jeez," he said between clenched teeth. "Can't ... much ... longer ... soon ... very soon. Ohhhh God, I can feel it ... like molten lava up my cock. Mmmm ... my balls are gonna explode...."

"Give it to me," she cried hysterically, riding on the crest of another sweeping orgasm. Her hands swept over his back. She felt the outline of his backbone. She reached down to his buttocks and slipped her fingers between his buttocks, rubbing against his sensitive anus.

"Christ, don't do that," he gasped, emphasizing each word. "Trying so hard to hold back."

"Don't. Shoot, Tommy! Let me feel all that thick, gooey sauce inside me!"

Somehow her forefinger found its way up the boy's quivering asshole. At that moment he came, screaming aloud, his voice ringing in her ears. He slammed down into her with all his strength, taking the woman's breath away.

"Fucking A!" he howled.

She reached down, her finger slipping out of his butt hole, and cupped his bouncing testicles. She squeezed, and the boy nearly hit the ceiling. He yelped, slamming into her even harder, his pubes scratching against her belly.

"Jesus," she squealed, her body in the tight, sensual grip of unleashed passion.

They came together, their bodies writhing and turning and squirming in ecstasy. The boy felt himself dissolving into her pale, sweating flesh. It felt as if he was getting sucked into her vagina. As if her cunt lips were opening wide, stretching, pulling his entire body between her thighs.

When they separated she saw his cock was limp. She held it gently in her hand.

"That really was a good one, wasn't it?" she inquired, looking at his member as if hypnotized.

"You said it...."

"Ready for more?"

He laughed. "I think after that one my cock'll never get hard again."

She smiled. "You've said that before. Let's see if you're right this time...." She began massaging his penis.

Once again, she proved him wrong.