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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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