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Janie's Adventure, Part Three
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? Janie's Adventure ?
? by Solitaire One ?
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"I've never done that before." Her voice was small and quiet as
she nestled in his arms, the residue from his orgasm lingering in her
mouth and nostrils.
"Done what, darling? Surely you aren't a virgin?"
"No, I mean with my mouth like that."
"You mean no one ever came in your mouth before?"
"That too. No, I mean I haven't ever used my mouth on...on a penis
before."
"Why did you do it if you hadn't ever done it before?"
"Well, like...you know...all the girls talk about how their
boyfriends want them to do it and all. And, like some of the girls
just do that and never...never...you know, like make love or anything.
And since you made me feel so good, I wanted to do something that would
make you feel good in return. So, when I felt you starting to cum, I
just decided to try. Did I do it right?"
"When you sucked the cum from my balls after I came, it felt like
you were sucking my balls out of my body. God that felt great! You
really did it right...and left...and every which a way.
"Did you like it?"
"Well, you know, like it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.
It was kinda neat to give you so much pleasure, to have you in my power
sort of...yea, I kinda liked it...and the taste wasn't as bad as I
thought. Not something I'd want for breakfast every day, but not too
bad. Kinda, like, salty and slippery like, you know, like an egg or
something...you know?
"I can still taste it in fact. Could you like get me a glass of
water or something? I don't mind it, you know, but I kinda think I
would like to..."
His laughter cut her short. "Wait here, and I'll bring up the rest
of the daiquaries." When he returned with the blender, she was already
asleep, breathing evenly as she lay sprawled on her back, her blond
hair framing her beautiful young face. He turned off the light and
slipped under the spread next to her, feeling her turn as he got in the
bed.
Janie slept fitfully, not being used to having a body next to her
in the bed. She felt every twitch and move he made as he slept beside
her, exhausted from his day. While she lay curled on her side, she let
her finger continue to caress and stroke the hidden bud at the top of
her vagina, rolling the tip back and forth gently, just enough to keep
the edge up but not enough to push her over the brink. Gad damn! she
thought to herself. When I came her I was nearly a virgin and now all
I can think about is S-E-X...prick and pussy...cock and cunt...fuck and
suck... She almost giggled as she realized that even her vocabulary
was changing. Words she thought but never used were in the forefront
of her brain now, the letters seeming to vibrate along with her clit,
that little buzzing organ that created so much pleasure.
She felt him turn behind her, his body spooning along her back, his
arm thrown carelessly over her waist as his legs cupped and warmed the
back of her thighs. But it was his cock that created the most
attention. It had hardened in his sleep and now was pushing up along
the crease of her buttocks and into the small of her back, feeling like
an iron pipe. Carefully she reached her hand back, letting her fingers
insinuate themselves gently between the bodies until they just barely
stroked his erection, her fingers tickling the shaft as she reached
higher and higher, searching for the sensitive head. As she stroked
along his sex, her other finger was even more busy, stroking and
entering her own mystery, spreading the wetness up and down in her
sensitivity until she felt like she would drown in her own juices.
She tilted her hips slightly so that she could pull his cock
perpendicular to his sleeping form, letting the massiveness form a log
between her thighs as it stroked along her womanhood, its tip emerging
from her belly like she had a cock of her own. Her fingertips jointly
stroked his glans and her clit as she slid slightly away from him,
letting the arrow shaped head glide back in her softness until she
could feel it just start to push inward past the muscular ring that
protected her innermost being. Wriggling her hips slightly, she raised
her left leg to give him more access and she was rewarded when a good
four inches slipped easily into her cunt, pushing her softness aside
and filling her with his size. She heard a soft "Uhhhnhhh" from him as
his hand slid upward to cup and stoke her breast gently, cradling her
firmness in the palm of his hand while his fingers curled easily around
the base.
Aware that he was at least partially awake, she scooted forward so
that, as she tilted her hips again, he could slide straight into her
womanhood, buried to the balls in her wetness. Hooking her left foot
behind his knee, she began to gently rock back and forth, feeling the
head of his prick pushing against her cervix with each motion, the
foreskin peeling back to form a ring that she could feel as a separate
entity caressing the walls of her cunt as she felt the involuntary
contractions of her muscles squeezing the blood into his prick,
enlarging and strengthening it even more.
Taking her right hand, slippery with the juices that flowed from
her cunt, she reached through her legs to touch and stroke his scrotum,
feeling the eggs beginning to rise as the bag contracted. With her
other hand she grasped his and drove it into her tit, digging her
fingernails into the back of his hand in her passion. Almost in reflex
of the pain he clasped her nipple between thumb and finger and began to
squeeze while turning and twisting it, remembering her desire for rough
treatment earlier in the evening.
Driven by her passion, she was a whirlwind of motion, her hips
sawing back and forth as she impaled herself on his manhood, forcing
his prick deep inside as she whipped her pelvis back and forth, teeth
clenched as she searched for her orgasm. The pleasureable pain from
her nipple radiated straight to her clit as her fingers began to stroke
and pull on it directly, stimulating it beyond belief as she creamed
her orgasm, her fluids gushing from her pussy and coating his balls
with her sweetness. She contracted...she soared...she was above her
body looking down and inward to see the gleaming head of his shaft
embedded deep in her bowels. Her body spasmed with pleasure, her
muscles grasping at the base of his shaft trying to draw out his
pleasures too, pulling him along to join in her nirvana.
As she felt herself coming down from the heights, she was aware
that he had relaxed his grip on the turgid erections as his finger
stroked and gently caressed the pain away. She could feel him, still
erect and still massive within her, as she began to relax, and she was
worried because he hadn't cum.
As she turned her head, he anticipate her thoughts. "Just relax.
It's okay. I don't have to cum every time. In fact, it will probably
make it easier in the morning if I don't cum now. Just relax and try
to go to sleep. If you want, I'll take him out so you can move."
In response she put her hand on his ass and tried to pull him
closer, not wanting to lose the closeness she felt with him inside her,
a part of her, one being, one body, one thought. She felt him relax as
her leg came back down, her pussy clasping tightly around his shaft as
she tried to sleep, finally sated for the time being.
* * *
Coffee! She smelled coffee and she stretched like a cat, her lithe
body coiling and uncoiling under the spread. Reaching back, she
started! He was gone. As she rolled over in near panic he appeared at
the door in a short robe carrying a tray with two cups of coffee.
"Good morning, lovely lady. I see you finally got some sleep. I
didn't know how you took your coffee, so I brought cream, sugar, and
Equal."
As she sat up in bed, instinctively she pulled the spread up under
her arms, covering her breasts as she reached for her coffee. As he
sat on the bed with one leg bent, she looked under the short robe and
saw his prick lying along the sheet. Blushing, she looked at him, his
eyes twinkling as he smiled, "See anything that interests you?"
She looked down at her coffee, too confused to know how to answer
his question. Hell yes she saw something that interested her. And she
wanted it right inside her right now. As she looked up from beneath
lowered lashes, she saw his hand moving toward the spread, taking the
hem and pulling it gently from her. Lifting her arms slightly, the
spread slip to her lap, baring her tits to his intent gaze. "You know,
I really didn't get much of a chance to really look at you last night.
Guess I was too intent on touching and making love. But you really do
have fantastic tits. I love the way your nipples poke upward a little,
sort of like a puppy's nose." His fingers traced the swelling of the
underside of her breast as he felt her weight, her firmness, and her
heat.
"Does it feel good when I touch you like this? You're so soft and
yet so hard at the same time. And your nipples are getting harder,
aren't they. Look at them. See how hard they are. See. I can just
barely get them to bend at all."
By this time her mouth was open and her breath was coming in
shallow pants, her entire concentration on the fingers that were
touching her breast, caressing her nipple, stroking her and pleasuring
her with his touch. Shyly she looked at him, "Would you do it to me
again?"
"Do what, Janie?"
"You know. Kiss me like you did last night."
"Kiss you? Kiss you where? On your lips? Your ear? Where do you
want me to kiss you, Janie."
"Like, between my legs." It was so soft that it was nearly a
whisper.
"Where between your legs? On your thigh? You need to be more
explicit, Janie."
"Oh GOD! On my pussy. I want you to kiss my pussy again."
"Does the word 'pussy' embarrass you Janie?"
"God yes! I never say that word except to other girls and even
then I don't say it too often."
"Well, if you want me to kiss it, you are going to have to shave it
so that I can see it better. Would you let me shave your pussy Janie?"
"Oh no! I've never shaved it. I'd look like a kid again if you
shaved me down there. Please don't make me shave it."
"Okay, I'll tell you what. Why don't we have breakfast and then
see what happens."
"All I have is my bikini, and that would feel funny to be sitting
at the breakfast table in my bikini."
"Why not let me dress you? Will you wear what I find for you?"
At the nod of her head he rose and went to his dresser and searched
in a drawer for a few seconds. Turning, he went to a door and unlocked
it, opening it to Janie's surprised gasp. Inside were all sorts of
leather outfits, whips, chains, and dildos, standing on the shelves and
hanging from the walls. He reached in and brought her a velvet bag,
dropping it in her lap as her returned to the closet, sure that she
would comply with his unspoken command.
When she opened the bag she found white leather worked with gold
studs and thin gold chains. Taking it from the soft material, she
identified a bra and garter belt, but no panties or anything else. She
watched him walking back with a pair of black stockings in his hand,
the end of his prick starting to emerge under the short hem of his
robe. Taking the hose, she gracefully slid one foot into the thin
material and slid it up the ivory columns of her legs, her hands
massaging the soft skin as she smoothed the dark silk.
As she started to enclose the other leg, she watched his eyes
locked at the base of her stomach, so she put the leg high in the air,
opening herself to his gaze as she rolled the sexy black stocking down
toward the pink lips that had started to re-emerge between her thighs.
Clasping the white belt around her waist, she rose and began to clip
the straps to the darker tops when she became aware that he was barely
breathing. Holding one strap out, she said, "Would you like to do this
one?"
His touch was nearly electric as his fingers brushed against the
taut skin of her leg as he slipped the clip under the reinforced top.
She dropped her hands to her side as she felt and watched him complete
his task, his fingers smoothing and straightening the sensual garment
as each strap was attached. She leaned over and picked up the
remaining white leather garment and circled her stomach, hooking it in
front and twisting it so the hook was in the back. As she pulled it
up, she was aware of the suppleness and strength in the leather, its
shiny white surface reflecting the sunlight streaming through the
windows. When the bra was in place, she tried to cover her nipples
with the cup before realizing that this was only a shelf bra and that
her nipples lay bare and exposed as if they were on a serving tray. As
she realized the effect that her attire had on him, she reached up to
each nipple and began to pull it to greater attention and turgidity,
licking her finger tips and stroking the wetness into the dark flesh,
making it gleam along with the white leather.
"I...like...I feel like a whore, you know. Like, you know, like
somebody that..."
"Go into the bathroom and wash off your makeup. When you get back,
I'll see if I can fix it for you."
As she stood at the sink, she couldn't help but look at herself in
the mirror. The white leather was really sexy, and she loved the way
the stockings looked on her legs, her hips were thrust forward so that
her pelvis was in front, drawing attention that bounced from her
nipples to her pubic patch. She scrubbed her face, giving it a rosy,
healthy glow as she pulled her hair back into a pony tail and fastened
it with a band she found in the drawer.
Walking back into the room, she was aware of his eyes on her, just
as they had been when she walked in last night. But now there were no
bands of black to hide her nakedness. She felt her nipples tightening
and lenghtening and she instinctively covered her breasts and crotch
with her hands before realizing that he had seen even more last night.
As she walked to him, she held her head proudly, secure in the
knowledge that she was desireable and sensual, especially in the sexy
white leather.
He was holding a simple sun dress with a sweetheart neckline which
he handed her without comment. She stepped into the dress and turned
so he could pull the zipper. When she turned again, she looked down
and saw that the dress was cut very demurely. While her chest was
bare, the neckline was far above her cleavage and the wide shoulder
straps hid the white leather of the bra completely. Spying her mules
beside the chair, she stepped into them and then twirled for him, the
skirt flaring outward slightly and exposing her knees and a few inches
of thigh.
"Now you see. From outward appearances you are a very pretty young
woman, but underneath, both of us know that you are a whore wearing
whore's clothes and ready to fuck and suck like a whore."
She blushed, not totally displeased with his words. "What are you
going to wear?"
His answer was to untie the robe, dropping it to the carpet and
letting his massive cock stand proudly outward. He reached down and
stroked the shaft, pulling the loose skin from the head as he watched
her eyes watching his hand. He turned and went back to the closet.
She watched as he circled his waist with a belt of some kind and donned
a black leather vest with shiny silver studs set along the edges. When
he turned back she gasped audibly. His cock and balls were encased in
a black leather sock that looked like the old time signs of a hand
pointing directions.
* * *
After breakfast, she rose and took the plates and put them in the
sink, returning to the table where she sat in his lap. As her lips
caressed his ear, she whispered, "Now are you going to eat me?"
"Let's go back upstairs and shave that little pussy of yours, shall
we?" And this time she was afraid to refuse. As she stripped off the
dress and skimpy underwear, she steeled her mind to let him do what he
wanted. She didn't want another spanking, but she wasn't ready to let
him go until he had licked her and fucked her again. Her cunt was
slightly sore but she felt a loneliness, an emptyness inside her that
only his cock could fill. And she would not leave until she had been
filled!
He led her to the bath where he had already filled the sunken tub
with warm, scented water. He stepped in first and helped her to
descend. As she bent her knees, the water rose to her neck as she sat
between his legs on the side of the tub, the sweet smell of flowers
wafting upward in the steam. When he reached out a pushed a button,
she felt the bubbles caressing her body like thousands of little
fingers, each bubble stimulating a different part of her until she was
a quivering mass of want, her nipples and clit now so hard they nearly
ached with desire.
She felt his hands slide under her thighs as he lifted and turned
her so that her cunt was directly in front of the main stream, its
force bending the tender lips of her cunt as she felt it push into her
hidden womanhood. As she lay back in his arms, suddenly the stream hit
her clit directly, the force of the bubbles on that sensitive bud
driving her over the top as she spasmed and moaned her pleasure. She
felt his fingers spreading her lips as the stream drove deeper into the
recesses of her desire, bringing her to another, higher plateau that
burst with starshells in front of her eyes.
She slowly became aware that she was in his lap again, the bubble
stream blowing past her knees. Turning her head, she kissed him,
thanking him for her pleasures. "I felt like the scrubbing bubbles
had me. You know the ones? The ones that run all over the tub with
the brushes churning the dirt away? It felt like billions of those all
over my cunt when you did that."
He helped her to climb out of the tub, and showed her how to
recline on the carpet with her legs dangling into the warm water.
Reaching behind, he took a can and sprayed her pussy with soapy lather,
rubbing it in with his fingers as he stroked her gently along the sides
of her cunt lips, carefully avoiding the sensitive inner lips.
She waited for him to start to shave her, but he just kept rubbing
the gel into her cunt, his fingers gently pulling on the hairs as if he
was reluctant to shave them. She could feel her lips swelling with
desire, growing out from their hidden recess to punctuate the whiteness
with their redness.
Finally she felt him move away and reach for a box of tissues.
Taking a tissue, he grasped her hair and pulled gently, coming away
with a whole clump of her pubic covering. Sighing, she lay back and
concentrated on the sensations of the gentle tugging and occasional
sharp pain as a hair not completed depilated was pulled free. When he
had worked his way completely between her legs and approaching her ass,
she felt a rougher texture on her skin, and she raised up to watch.
He had a towel in his hands and was scrubbing her skin to remove
the last few tendrils of her maiden hair, leaving her pussy bare and
pink from the abrasion.
When he was finished, he handed her a magnifying mirror so that she
could see herself, baby bare and smooth, naked as a young girl but with
the desires and development of a woman. As he soothed baby oil into
the naked area of her cunt, she felt the heat rising again, and she
watched as the nearly white bud poked out at the top of her slit. As
he pushed her back to a fully reclining position, she sighed with
pleasure as she felt his hands spreading her thighs even further as he
bent to let his tongue flick quickly across the whole front of her
crotch, tasting the scented oil he had spread earlier.
As she watched in the mirror, his fingers spread her lips, opening
her vulnerable innermost softness to him. She jumped as she felt his
tongue start to flick up and down in the pinkness, drawing the wetness
from her cunt up and across the tender lips and clit. She pulled her
legs even further back, making her hole like a well, weeping its
sweetness to his mouth as he tried to fuck his tongue deep inside her
lovliness.
"Put your legs behind your head again, darling, and let me see you
completely open and vulnerable."
She dropped the mirror and grabbed a handful of hair, forcing his
mouth into her cunt, grinding it back and forth in her pleasure. She
became aware of a new sensation. His finger was in her ass, gently
pushing back and forth and creating a new desire and a new feeling as
her puckered anus accepted the new intruder. She shut her eyes and
concentrated on her cunt and ass, feeling each and every taste bud as
it twitched across her clit, each whorl of his fingertip as it twisted
in her ass.
She screamed. His teeth found her clit and grazed it as his finger
drove its entire length past the resisting spincter. Her body shook
and twisted, searching for more and trying to evade at the same time.
She could hear the slurping as he sucked her essence from the depths,
quenching his own thirst at her spring of love. As she started to
relax, he forced two fingers into her cunt, the force of the fingers
squishing out more love juice to run down her ass and drip into the
carpet. She screamed again. All she could think of was her cunt. Her
entire existence was wrapped up in that fount of womanhood. She
thought she would lose her mind as the pressures of his fingers brought
her to one peak after another, punctuated with the staccato pressures
of his tongue on her clit.
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Later, when they returned to the master bedroom, she walked to the
bed and lay down, inviting him to join her and put his cock in her
body. "Please fuck me. I want to feel you inside me again like last
night."
"I want you to do something for me, Janie. You said you were a
gymnast. I have always wanted a gymnast to do a split right over my
cock and slide down my pole until I was completely buried in her.
Would you do that for me? Would you do a split on my cock?"
Her eyes brightened. She knew she could give him something new,
something he hadn't had before. She rose and walked to where he was
lying in the middle of the floor, holding his massive prick like a
flagpole, a faint drop of moisture emerging from the slit in the pink
head. As she straddled him, she reached down to spread her pussy lips,
opening herself to him, letting him see the beauty of her cunt as she
let her feet glide to the sides, slowly dropping toward his spear.
With practiced muscular control, she paused when she was only an
inch from the head of his cock and waited. "Please, Janie, please
don't stop now."
She smiled as she let herself descend a few more inches, until the
heated rod was poking at her defenses, the juice from her opening
dribbling down the side of his cock as she opened even further, feeling
the start of the spreading, stuffing feeling which she remembered with
passionate desire.
She dropped an inch and waited, watching his eyes close with
pleasure. Rocking slightly, she wriggled back and forth a little to
lubricate his shaft a little more as she completed her impalement, her
crotch smashing into his as she felt him nearly to her throat,
completely and totally within her cunt, her crevix being pushed upward
by the head of his cock.
"Oh GOD! That feel so wonderful...just like I thought it would."
She could feel the spasms as he clinched and relaxed the muscles in his
crotch, his cock jumping inside her as he did. Putting her hands
beside his shoulders, she leaned forward and kissed him, her tongue
fucking into his mouth just as he was fucking into her pussy.
"Can you hold that position?" His words were muffled by her
tongue. As she nodded, she felt his hands on her hips, rocking her
back and forth an inch, then two inches, then finally completely in and
out, balancing herself on her feet and hands. She never felt so full
before as he drove himself into her defenseless vagina, his massive
prick shoving her walls aside easily as he continued to fuck her.
Suddenly he jerked and shoved himself hard inside her cunt, holding
her in that postion as she felt spasm after spasm flood her with his
cum, the additional lubrication making it easier to slide back and
forth on his cock. She could feel his desire and pleasure flowing into
her body as she continued to suck his tongue, trying to draw his
pleasure into herself as she felt him begin to fade, to lose the
massive stiffness which had brought her so much joy.
She pulled her feet beside her and got on her knees, rising up and
hearing him slop out of her with a juicy 'pop', his cock slapping
against his belly, glistening with the combination of their juices. As
she looked between her legs, she saw his cum, white and stringy,
dripping from her hole onto his crotch, making a trail of stickyness
across the muscular expanse. She clenched her muscles and was rewarded
with a renewed flow of cum, mixed with her own, that rained down on
him. By twisting slightly, a large dollop landed right on the head of
his cock, causing it to twitch with pleasure as he watched what she was
doing.
Exhausted, she collapsed on his chest, feeling his arms go around
her to enfold her in his warmth. Looking up at him, she whispered,
"How soon before we can do it again?"
[to be continued in Janie4, Janie5, etc]
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