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Wherein I get access to a comfortable lair and am able to taste Janey's sweet pussy.
For the rest of January and half of February I had to settle for handjobs once or twice a weekend but the pleasure was diminished by the discomfort of standing in a comer in wintry weather. And then I had a lucky break.
I was taking first year biology for no special reason and became friends with the senior who directed our labs. He also did the daily watering of the plants in the greenhouse but as spring approached he became concerned about his academic progress and, to give him more time to study, he offered me the job of taking care of the greenhouse. I needed the extra cash so I accepted with alacrity.
My new job had a fringe benefit that I had not counted on. It was a key to the greenhouse which was pleasantly warm even during our winter weather. And not only was it warm but it also had a small lounge where the department staff came to have coffee and botany discussions. A small lounge equipped with a comfortable sofa and a few chairs. The chairs didn't matter but the chance of maybe getting Janey there in a warm room with a sofa gave me great ideas. And fortunately when I broached a visit when we were out the next night she agreed without hesitation.
It was warm and humid and dark on Friday evening as we settled down on the sofa. It was our second visit but the first had been uneventful because it was that time of month for her. This night however was a week later and I was quite sure there was no red flag, figuratively speaking.
"You're lovely Janey," I murmured as I nuzzled her neck and began unbuttoning the front of her blouse. Her full, heavy breasts were bra-less and accessible as they had usually been since that momentous hand job by the big tree.
Janey was certainly not frigid. She returned my kisses hotly and wetly and soon my mouth was on her breasts and I was tonguing her thick, rubbery nipples. I got a hand on her thighs and for a moment she held my wrist, preventing me from reaching my target at the juncture of her thighs.
"Please Janey... please," I begged, "You know it's all right." She released my wrist and my fingers traced a path slowly and gently along the silken flesh of her inner thigh. I was heartened by the gradual spreading of her legs and when I tugged at her flimsy panties she raised her bottom to allow me to pull them down.
My mouth alternated between her soft, slack lips and her hard-nippled breasts while my fingers sluiced in the sodden fleshy crevice of her cunt. Finally I had my thumb on her clit, my index finger one joint deep in her cunt and, although it was a bit of a stretch across the narrow, dividing partition, my middle finger was two joints deep inside her hot, tight asshole.
I knew that Janey was getting hot when her hand moved awkwardly to my groin and grasped my hardness through my pants. "Oh Joe... hanh," she panted as she wormed her hand under the elastic waist of my sweatpants and grasped my rock-hard tool. "Hanh are you? Hanh? Are you gonna hanh... you know... hanh... cum?"
Her clitoris had that little extra size and hardness of imminent orgasm and the way Janey was panting told me too that she was ready to cum. It was the moment I'd been planning for even since I got the key to the greenhouse. (Or one of the moments, anyway.)
Quickly and without a word I slid off the sofa to my knees and I shouldered her legs apart. Using my finger in her rectum as a lever I pulled her hips forward as I dove quickly under the bit of skirt hem that still protected her modesty and mashed my face against her sloppy, pulpy pussy-pudding.
"No Joe! Ohhh Nooo!" she cried out and she squirmed to move away from my marauding mouth. I placed my forearm across her belly and pinned her in place while my tongue found and thrummed her swollen clit. "Please... hanh... you cahhnntt," she wailed but even as she protested I could feel her struggles lessen. I had timed my assault perfectly and I felt the beginning of her climax.
I pushed my finger as far up into her asshole as it would reach and I locked my lips on her clit and sucked and tongued and titillated the sensitive erectile. "Noooo... nooooo," Janey mewled but she was bucking and jerking and grinding her pelvis against my face. The soft fleshrolls of her cunt began to bulge and pulsate and under my arm I felt her belly muscles palpitate as I tongued her clit. I thrust my tongue deep between her labia and felt the heat and tasted the sharpness of her cuntmouth. "Nyaannhhh," she whined as I fucked her with my tongue and her thighs locked tightly around my head. I felt the contractions of her cuntmouth on my tongue and my ass-filling finger even felt the squeezing as she writhed in ecstasy.
"Oohhh Janey darling, thank you," I murmured as her spasms lessened and her thighs relaxed their lock on my head. I raised my face from her sodden sex. "I love you," I murmured as I kissed her with my cunt-oiled mouth.
"Joe... hanh... Joe... but?
"I'm sorry darling but I wanted to show you... there are ways that are safe. Was it good? Did you like it?"
"Oh Joe hanh. You know hanh... know I did. But? What about you?"
"I'm OK darling. Just knowing that I've satisfied you... made it good for you... that means as much as... you know." I got up and sat beside her on the sofa, my tented sweatpants giving lie to my statement.
"Oohhh Joe... that's hanh sweet but... hanh... I don't believe you," Janey whimpered as her breathing slowly returned to normal. Her hand slipped under the elastic waistband of my sweats and I gasped as her warm fingers grasped my throbbing tool.
"Darling... Oohhh God Janey... I hurt," I moaned as I raised my bottom and slid my sweatpants down past my knees. How would she react if I pushed her head down to my groin? I was sorely tempted to find out but, afraid that I'd scare her off, I resisted the temptation.
She was less reticent now as she ran her finger tips through the drops of pre-cum leaking profusely from the head and as her hand became wet she smeared the oily liquid all over my cock. Wrapping her hand very
gently around the shaft, she made little movements up and down.
"Thank you darling... that feels so good," I moaned and I couldn't keep from thrusting my hips up and down to move my cock inside her hand. Sensing that I wanted more movement Janey began sliding her hand up and down, all the way from the top to the bottom. Each time she moved over the top, more pre-cum oozed out and provided greater lubrication. Then to my lustful delight she put her other hand on my balls and stroked them lightly, causing pleasure to radiate through me. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the pleasure she was giving me.
"Like this?" Janey asked almost timidly. "Am I doing it right?"
"Yes darling... oohhh yesss," I moaned. "Slow and tight... that's the way." I could see her mouth working in the same rhythm as her hand and I wondered if she was imagining that she was sucking me. Careful not to startle her I put a hand on the back if her neck and urged her head down but she stiffened in resistance. And then it was too late for what I really wanted.
Nature couldn't be delayed any longer. Moaning, I thrust my hips up and down and arched my back. "Yesss darling... I'm gonna cum," I groaned and my hips strained up against her hand and the explosion came. The first spurt must have gone three feet into the air, just missing her face before it arced down to land on my shirt. Holding me in a cum-strangling grip she pointed my cock at my belly and the remaining semen ran out in a white stream onto my groin. She kept working her hand up and down and continued to fondle my balls as I relaxed in the aftermath of the best handjob I'd ever had.
But, good or not, a handjob is not a fuck or even a blowjob and I wanted both.