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Janie's Adventure

Part 1

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 19 but she was  about
to change that drastically.  He was at least 40 or 45,  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 22 or 23."

"I'm old enough."  She didn't tell him she was only 18.  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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