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Janie's Adventure, Part One
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? Janie's Adventure ?
? by Solitaire One ?
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As the tires broke loose in a power slide around the sharp corner
she heard the engine sputter twice just before it died, leaving her
with too much speed and no power to the steering or brakes. She
expertly wrestled the heavy sedan to a short stretch of straight road
and pulled as far to the right as she could, her body taking on a faint
glow from the exertion and excitement of the suddenly dangerous
situation.
Oh damn, she thought. Oh God Damn! I'm gonna get blamed and it
wasn't my fault. I didn't do anything to it and it just broke. In
frustration she beat her fists against the leather-covered wheel as she
felt the first sting of tears salting her eyes.
She cranked the starter but got no response other than the whine of
the electric motor dragging the unresponsive engine through its cycles.
Although she knew nothing of engines, she popped the hood and got out
to peer into the cramped compartment, hoping that some miracle would
occur. As she stood there wondering what to do next, she heard the
horn blast and a wolf whistle split the air as a carload of teenagers
streaked past her in the opposite direction.
Oh shit! In the excitement she had forgotten that all she was
wearing was the tiny black bikini and high heeled mules. Since she was
on her way to a swim party at her girl friend's house, she hadn't even
bothered with a cover-up, figuring that the short distance didn't
require anything. As she started back to the driver's door a BMW
pulled up beside her and a grey haired man looked out the open window
of his car.
"What seems to be the problem?"
"Damned if I know. I was riding along when it sputtered and died.
I just barely got it pulled over, but I don't have any idea of what
happened." She watched him pull ahead and park. As he got out of the
car she was impressed with his appearance. Salt and pepper hair, bushy
mustache, nicely tailored suit and tie and his shoes were polished.
"Let me see if I can figure out anything." He slid into the Saab
and turned the key, grinding the starter as she had already done. "How
long ago did you put gas in it?" he asked.
"I really don't know. It's my dad's car and I just borrowed it to
go to a swim party. Why? Is it out of gas?"
"If the guages are correct you're stone empty. If you like, I can
take you up to the service station and get some to see if that's the
problem."
As they rode to Roswell Road he chatted easily with her, not at all
intimidated by her beauty. Most of the boys she knew at school got
tongue-tied and stuttered when they tried to talk to her, and she was
getting tired of their giggling and pointing at her when she walked
past. Instinctively she straightened her back, causing her firm
breasts to push even farther out into the thin black material that
caressed rather than confined her beauty. She found out, among other
things, that his wife and children were at Sea Island for two weeks and
that he had had to fly back to attend an important meeting with his
lawyer and accountant. He laughed as he told her that if his partner
hadn't tried to pull something funny, she might still be sitting there
in her car. When they got to the station she realized that she didn't
have a dime on her. She didn't even have her wallet in the car.
"I'll loan you the money and you can pay me back." Greatfully she
accepted the offer, knowing that she could borrow the money from her
girl friend, and hoping that it would give her an excuse to see him
again.
"I can get the money from my friend and pay you back today."
"I'm not worried. I have an appointment this afternoon so you can
just mail it to me whenever you get the chance."
When he gave her the address she realized that it was right here in
the neighborhood, not too far from where her car was stalled. "Why
don't I put it in your mailbox? I'll be coming right by your house
after the party and it would save me a stamp."
After putting the gas in the tank and starting the car, he offered
to take empty can back to the station since his business was near the
station. As she handed him the can, she said, "I really do appreciate
all your help. I'll be sure to put it in your mailbox this afternoon.
What time will you be there? I wouldn't want someone else to steal
it."
"I should be through by six or six-thirty at the latest. I was
planning to grill a steak and fix a salad, so I should be home all
evening. I have to do some paper work anyway, so just honk when you
come by and I'll come down and get it." As he drove off, she watched
his tail lights retreat around the curve as a plot began to hatch in
her mind. She had never been with anyone older than 17 but she was
about to change that drastically. He was at least 35 or 40, old enough
to be her father.
All through the swim party her mind kept going back to the man.
She realized that, in all the excitement, she didn't even know his
name. She was bored with the giggling girls talking about the boys at
school and how and who was doing what with whom. She knew for a fact
that only one other girl had gone all the way even though the others
talked a good game.
She had been 14 when she lost her virginity to the lifeguard at
Panama City. It hadn't been so great. He hurt her when he shoved that
big thing between her legs and forced himself inside. And then he had
cum so quickly that she hadn't even had time to get accustomed to the
feeling. He was in and out and gone before she even knew what had
happened. The next day he wouldn't even talk to her, almost ignoring
her as she walked by on her way to the water. After that experience
she had fantasized about making love, but had no opportunity to
experience it since all the boys her own age were to nervous to even
try. But the man was different. He wasn't nervous around her. He
talked to her like she was an adult and he was open in his admiration
of her body. As she lay in the sun listening to the chatter, she began
to fantasize again, drawing her plan in her mind, filling in all the
little nuances to make sure that she finally got what she wanted
tonight.
At six o'clock she used the telephone to tell her mother that she
was going to stay over and spend the night and that she would be home
sometime tomorrow afternoon. After convincing her that she could
borrow a nightgown or jeans and a shirt, she left her friends, still
wearing the tiny black bikini and carrying the $10 bill she had
borrowed.
She drove back to his house. Impressive! Two story French
Provincial set on a hill, green lawn sweeping down to the fence and
gate that protected the driveway. The sign on the mailbox stated
simply "J. T. Thompson."
She pushed the button on the speaker set beside the drive and heard
his voice through the tinny speaker. "Yes?"
"Mr. Thompson, it's Janie. I decided to bring it in person if you
don't mind. I wouldn't want anyone to get it. I mean, after all it is
ten dollars."
She liked his deep laugh. "All right, Janie, drive on up to the
back of the house. I wouldn't want your ten dollars to get stolen."
She heard the buzz as the iron gate swung open and she drove to the
rear of the house, glancing at the pool and tennis court set side by
side past the drive.
He was standing in the doorway in white tennis shorts and shirt, a
towel wrapped around his neck. "Hello again, Janie. Come on in. I
just finished a fast set of tennis and haven't had time to shower. Why
don't you make yourself something to drink while I shower and change?"
As she walked to the door, she watched his blue eyes frankly appraising
her nearly naked body and she felt a flush color her face and chest as
she blushed involuntarily.
She brushed past him and into the room as he followed, shutting the
door as she glanced around the room, questioning in her eyes. "Oh!
No, he's gone. He had an engagement this evening. I'm here alone.
Oh, does that bother you? Being here alone with me? I assure you that
I'm harmless. Well, not really harmless, but at least under control,
although with that outfit, I must admit that it takes all the will
power...or is that won't power? Anyway, fix yourself something while I
get this sweat off." She liked his smile as he turned and walked
toward the stairs. He hadn't even waited for her acceptance or
anything. Obviously he was used to having people do what he wanted.
When he returned he was wearing slacks and a madras shirt but his
feet were bare, his hair still damp from the shower. He walked to the
bar and mixed himself a drink, bringing it with him as he sat across
from her. "Did you find something to drink?"
"Yes, Mr. Thompson. I found..."
"Please call me Jack. Mr. Thompson makes me sound old. Sort of
like my daddy instead of me."
"Yes, Mr...I mean Jack. I found rum and coke although I really
would have preferred a daiquiri."
"Whoa! How old are you anyway? Are you old enough to drink? You
don't look older than 19 or 20."
"I'm old enough." She didn't tell him she was only 16. If he
thought 19 or 20, that was alright with her.
As she sipped on her drink, she watched him watching her. He was
open in his admiration of her beauty, barely concealed in the string
bikini. They talked easily and he didn't even mention her school or
anything that revealed that he knew her age, concentrating on more
adult subjects. As she finished her drink she stood to replenish it.
"If you'd like a daiquiri, I'll be glad to fix one. They say I
make a mean frozen daiquiri." She stood by him as he put the frozen
can of lime juice, several handsful of ice and the rum into a blender.
Before he turned it on, she tipped the bottle and poured another three
ounces of rum into the jar.
"That ought to make a good one now." As the sound of the blender
grinding ice drowned out all conversation, she made up her mind. "I'll
be right back. I have to use the little girl's room." As she walked
across the room she made sure her hips swayed just a little more than
normal, letting her buttocks clench and release as she moved.
He was still standing by the bar when she returned watching her
walk, his gaze blatantly on her breasts that barely moved in their
confinement. She blushed again as she took the offered drink. "Your
boyfriend must be very proud to be seen with you."
"I don't have a steady boy right now, but I'm proud to be seen just
by myself."
He smiled as he tilted his glass and took a deep drink. "Well, you
have every right to be proud. You are a beautiful young lady. I
haven't seen anyone as beautiful except on the pages of magazines."
She glanced at him across the rim of the glass as she took a deep
swallow, her mind made up. "I need to pay you your money. But you're
going to have to find it."
He smiled and looked her up and down. "You mean that you have the
money hidden somewhere on you? And I have to find out where it is?
That bathing suit doesn't hide very much at all, does it? Well, let's
start with your hair."
She quivered at his touch as his fingers ran through her long blond
hair, letting her tresses slide through his fingers as he watched her
eyes, bright with excitement. "It doesn't seem to be in your hair.
How 'bout your ears? Could it be hidden in there?"
She gasped! His tongue slipped wetly into her ear, its warmth and
moistness sliding right down to her crotch as she moaned gently. "No,
not there. How about your mouth? Did you hide the money in your
mouth?" His lips gently caressed hers as she felt his tongue slide out
to part the softness of her lips and force itself past her even white
teeth. She let her own tongue dance with his, wetly sliding back and
forth as his forced its way into her. As she stuck her tongue out into
his mouth, he clasped her with his lips, sucking on her strongly as his
tongue wrapped itself around her organ, treating it like a miniature
cock.
When he stepped back, his face was flushed and she could feel the
coolness of her own perspiration causing goose bumps in the air
conditioned room. "Oh! You've gotten cold. Let me warm you up." His
strong arms encircled her back as he brought her closer, his hard body
pressed into her softness. She felt the hard rod-like shaft of his
cock pressed into her lower belly as his hands and arms rubbed her back
and arms, warming her and exciting her.
When she was warm, she pushed him back so that, while her crotch
was still pressed against his maleness, her face and chest were free.
"You still haven't found the money. Have you given up?"
He chuckled as he reached for her neck, his fingers slipping the
knot loose so that the cups of her bra slid past her breasts to hang
loosly between them. "Well, I don't see the money, but I better check
to make sure." His fingers crept around under her arms to cup her firm
breasts, his thumb and forefinger squeezing the base of her tit as he
began to milk her, his fingers compressing her flesh as they slid
closer and closer to her nipple. As both hands reached her nipples she
moaned in pleasure, her hands clasping his as she ground his fingers
into her softness.
"Harder. Pinch them a little harder but don't hurt too much. I
like to have them pinched and pulled like that. They stand up so hard
when I play with them that sometimes they ache."
She mewed like a kitten as he forced her back, his lips descending
to her right orb, his lips and tongue slurping wetly across the
alabaster surface where the sun hadn't tanned her to a golden brown.
She felt his teeth grasp her nipple as his tongue flicked back and
forth. "Oh! Oh! Oh yea. Bite me a little! Not too hard...just
enough to dent it a little."
He stepped back and held her at arms length as she squirmed, trying
to regain the contact. "Let's go over to the couch so I can continue
the search." He walked her backwards to the couch and forced her to
lie along its length as he knelt at her side, his eyes locked with hers
as he reached down to untie the sides of her suit. As he pulled it out
from under her body, she let her legs fall to the side, opening herself
to him, offering him her loveliness. She felt his fingers glide down
from her knee to her crotch, feeling the heat of his hand burning her
skin as her hips instinctively began to rise and fall on the sofa.
His fingers cupped her mound, his finger finding its way into the
pink moistness of her inner womanhood as he covered her whole pussy
with his hand. When he didn't find the expected inside her, he looked
puzzled. She laughed at his plight and lifted up just a little more.
He smiled and let his hand slip farther under her body, encountering
the crispness of the bill folded in the crease between her buttocks.
Drawing it out, he put it on the back of the sofa as he leaned down to
kiss her again, his hand again covering her cunt from top to bottom,
his finger tip just inside her vagina.
When she finally broke the kiss, he took a deep breath and said,
"That was the most exciting treasure hunt I've ever been on. What
other little secrets do you have hidden?"
"Let's go in the bedroom and I'll show you. I have one or two more
that you might find exciting."
She flopped on the bed, not even bothering to remove the spread.
"Why don't you take your clothes off and join me? I might have to
start the search without you."
She watched him strip. Nice hairy chest with firm muscles under
the pectorals. Trim legs under the boxer shorts that stood out from
his body like a tent. And a massive cock! She gasped as he revealed
the erect rod of flesh. It was much larger than the lifeguard's, and
that was her only experience. And it didn't have a head like the two
other cocks she had seen! Suddenly frightened, she covered her blond
patch with her hand as if that was a shield against his lance.
"What's wrong? You're not a virgin or anything, are you?"
Defiantly she glared back at him. "No, I just haven't seen
anything like that before and I got scared. You're just so big and
long. And you don't have a head..." she stammered, her voice cracking
under the stress.
He smiled as his hand went to his cock, stroking slowly along its
length. "Of course it has a head. It's just under the foreskin."
She blushed again. Damn she was acting like a ten year old. Now
she remembered circumcision and the one drawing in her sex education
text that depicted an uncircumcised penis. "Can I see? Can I touch
it?"
He stepped closer to the bed, his cock poking forward like the prow
of a ship, advancing on her almost as if it were a separate entity.
Her fingers tried to encircle his girth, but missed meeting by almost
two full inches as her hand felt the hardness just under the softness
of the loose skin. As she shoved the excess toward him, the bright
pink head emerged like a new born baby, but with only one eye.
Suddenly she giggled as she remembered the story of the bald headed
mouse.
He stepped back. "What's so funny?" Angrily, he wasn't at all
pleased to be the object of a joke.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to giggle, but it looked like the mice
we use in experiments and..."
His laughter eased the situation as he caught the joke, his cock
jumping as his stomach flexed with his mirth. "Well, is there a mouse
hole for my little mouse?"
"Well...there's a hole, but it's way too small for that mouse.
That would split me in two and..."
"Why don't you just relax and let me see if I can help. Just lie
back and let's see what happens. I won't force you, but I guarantee
that you can take even more than this. After all, babies have to come
out of there too."
She looked up at him with innocent eyes. "You aren't going to make
a baby in me, are you?"
"You're joking, right? You mean you don't have any protection,
you're not on the pill or anything? Hell, I don't have anything in the
house and I'm not in any position to go get any!"
She laughed, "Don't worry. Of course I'm protected against that.
It's just that I thought that that monster might go all the way into my
tummy and make a baby there. I don't..."
Her words were caught in her mouth as he knelt at her side and
covered her lips with his own, his fingers again tweaking her nipples
as his wet tongue forced its way between her teeth, washing across her
tongue as he suckled on her mouth, drawing her breath into himself.
Her soft moan filled her ears as she felt his fingers slide across her
flat stomach, stopping at the top of her sparse blond hair to caress
and touch her pelvis without touching her vagina. The pressures of his
fingers on her outer labia caused her clit to slide out of its sheath
to poke bravely into the opening caused by the engorgement of her lips.
She gasped as she felt his lips searching across her tummy, licking
wetly at her navel as it continued down toward the wet junction of her
legs. She felt the fingers start to spread her womanhood as the tongue
flicked across the white skin just about the blond tendrils of her
trimmed pubic patch. As she felt the warmth of his breath on her
innermost being, she suddenly realized that he was about to lick her
cunt. Her body jerked as she forced his face away violently. "NO!
Damn you, NO! That's dirty. That's gross...damn it, don't do that to
me!"
He sat up with a confused expression. "You mean no one has ever
kissed your pussy before? You must be kidding me. Someone as lovely
as you and no one has ever..."
"No! And no one ever will! It smells and is gross and..."
His lips silenced hers as he lay full length on her defenseless
body, his weight preventing her from moving except for some ineffectual
squirming. "It doesn't smell, except as a sexy young woman should
smell, and it surely isn't gross. I love to eat pussy. Kiss cunt.
Suck clit. Lap labia. Whatever you want to call it. I intend to
stick my mouth on your cunt and lick you until you cum so many times
you forget your name."
Her head shook from side to side as the tears coursed down her
cheeks. "No, please don't. You can fuck me and I'll play with your
thing, but don't do that to me. I just can't stand to think about you
kissing me down there."
"Oh, I intend to fuck you Janie, but not until I've sucked all your
juices out of your pretty little cunt. Once I have you all wet and
hot, then I plan to fuck you, pretty little one. But first I'm going
to lick you."
As his head started back down her body, Janie grabbed his head by
the ears and tried to push him away. He sat up and pulled her to a
sitting position, the droplets staining the deep tan of her chin as
they dropped unnoticed onto the swelling of her womansized tits.
"All right, Janie. You have a choice to make. If you persist in
this nonsense, you can go on home. I don't have time to fool around
with someone as childish as you are acting. But if you stay, you
better not tell me 'No' again. As exciting as I think you are, I won't
have disobedience in my house, much less my bed. Now what do you want?
To go home now or do you want to experience the most wonderful
sensations you have ever felt? It's your choice, but once you decide,
you can't back out."
"But what if I decide to stay and then just can't stand it? What
happens then?"
"Janie darling, if you continue to disobey me, I will have to
discipline you. Isn't that what your parents did when you disobeyed?"
She sniffled as she nodded.
"Lie back and let me take you to worlds unknown. Just relax and
let me give you the most wonderful pleasures."
As she lay back on the spread, Janie knew she had passed the point
of no return. She sniffed back a whimper as she felt his hands
spreading her thighs, opening her flower to his gaze. As his head
descended, she squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to scream as she
felt his hot breath nearing her womanhood.
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