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Wherein Janey's reluctantly allows me to eat her again and with virginal naiveté believes my promise not to and go off in her mouth.
You might expect that after Debby provided a release for my lust I would be less desirous of seducing Janey. Such was not the case. In fact if anything the easy conquest of the cute high school drop-out exacerbated my lewd desire to plunder my reluctant girlfriend's virtue.
It might also be expected that after having being eaten, Janey would be more receptive to my advances. And that in fact was the case.
It was the middle of the week after I fucked Debby that I next went out with Janey. As we sat in the student hangout I studied her face and figure and dreamed of having her thick, red lips wrapped around my cock. I also tried to imagine how she'd be when I had my cock all the way inside her hot cunt. Would she lie there like a corpse or would she move that lovely ass up and down and give me a real ride. But I was developing resentment after months of goody-goody girl refusal to fuck me. Why did she think she was any better than Debby? Of course she didn't know Debby and maybe didn't know any other Debby's but I still felt that she'd look down her nose at her. How would she react if I showed less interest in sex with her? Maybe it was time to find out.
That night I took Janey back to Residence without the usual necking detour in a dark corner. And on Friday night I did the same thing. Saturday was some kind of annual dance so naturally we went. Again though I was the perfect gentleman and after the dance I took Janey back to Residence with only a perfunctory kiss. As we parted I thought I could see a look of concern in her eyes. Was I making progress?
I waited longer than usual to get together again with Janey. It was Wednesday evening and once more we sat and drank coffee until it was almost time for her to return to residence. That night as we kissed in a dark corner I couldn't help but notice how she pushed her belly at my erection and writhed against it but I didn't try to take any liberties.
Finally, on Friday evening, Janey overcame her natural reticence and asked, "Don't you still have a key to the greenhouse?"
"Yeah," I replied.
"Uh... why don't we... you know... go there any more?"
"I guess... like... I want you so much darling. I want to be closer to you. Like the last time when I kissed your... made love to you with my tongue."
"Oh darling... I can't let you do more than that. You know that. I'd die if I got pregnant."
"I know that sweetheart. But there are other ways... I mean other than your hand."
"Oh Joe? I think I know what you mean but I couldn't. Not that."
"That's all right Janey. I understand. But you have to understand how I feel too."
Just then the bell rang signifying that she was due inside so we parted with the greenhouse question unresolved.
The next evening we went to an early movie and afterwards there was still considerable time before Janey's curfew. As we walked slowly along a dark, quiet campus road she stopped and turned to me.
"If we go to the greenhouse will you promise to be good? I mean promise you won't try to... to take advantage of me?"
"I'd like to promise darling but?" and I immediately led her across the lawn in the direction of the greenhouse. "But what are the limits?"
"You know Joe. You know what I'm afraid of."
"Yeah, I guess so. But... is that all?"
She didn't answer but she didn't try to change direction either. How far was she going to go? My cock started to swell in anticipation of her hand or maybe even her mouth.
It was awkward when we arrived at the greenhouse. In anticipation of getting Janey there again I had made some changes designed to get her horizontal. The sofa, protected by a plastic sheet, was covered with boxes containing small plants for transplanting. On the floor beside the sofa was a large foam pad and my open sleeping bag.
"Oh Janey. I forgot. We had a thermostat problem last week so I had to sleep here and run the furnace manually. The new plants were put there because the main part of the greenhouse is too cool for them." I could see that she wasn't sure whether to believe my outright lies or not but then she was in my arms and we were kissing. Sloppy, wet, tongue-tangling kisses.
Janey ground her belly against my erection and made no protest when my hands moved under her sweater and unsnapped her brassiere. Her nipples were hard and although her breasts were small in comparison with Debby's heavy boobs they were still a handful.
"Please Joe... don't make me fight you," my conflicted girlfriend whimpered as we sank to our knees and then to horizontal on the sleeping bag. To my delight she was wearing a kilt-like skirt and I was sure I could get it open easily. Was that why she'd worn it?
"Mmmm... you're wonderful," I murmured as I eased her sweater up and bared her breasts. She pushed weakly at my head when I nuzzled the soft mounds and nibbled her rubbery nipples.
"Hanh... Joe? You can't. You shouldn't," Janey protested but she was not really trying to push me away any more. She lay back compliantly as my mouth alternated between her tits and her own mouth while surreptitiously I unfastened the clasp of her skirt in preparation for opening it.
When I took her wrist in my hand and guided it to my groin Janey was more than acquiescent. With no more encouragement than my moving of her hand closer she worked it under the already loosened waist of my jeans and with the familiarity gained from several handjobs she grasped my throbbing tool. Cautiously I pushed down my jeans and undershorts so that she had unfettered access to my cock while I tongue-fucked her mouth.
Janey's breathing became shallow and quick, and I could feel her heart beating rapidly as I continued to alternately nibble her nipples and tongue-fuck her mouth. "Oh Joe," she mumbled, "Oohhhh," and I had to sandwich her cock-holding hand between our bodies to stop her smooth jacking and prevent a premature ejaculation.
"No more Joe," she gasped but her words were lost in a low moan, and I glanced up to see her eyelids flutter. I let my left hand drift down to open her skirt never moving enough to cause my mouth to break contact with her breasts and mouth.
Then I moved my hand between her legs, and she spread them for me, drawing her knees up slightly. I rubbed her outer labia through her panties, and her breath turned into little mewls of delight. My heart was beating like a freight train. She was biting her lower lip and churning her hips when I eased her panties aside and let my fingers probe her pussy.
"No Joe... hanh... please no," Janey whimpered and her free hand grasped my wrist and weakly tried to tug it away from her sex. She was warm and wet, and her breathing deepened as I began stroking around her clitoris with my thumb while slowly inserting my middle finger inside her.
Her vagina was very snug, even around just one finger. Her hips rocked slowly and rhythmically, matching the strokes of my hand as I palmed and probed her tightness. Would her hips rock like that when I finally got my cock inside her?
"I love you Janey," I moaned as my lips left her breasts and my head moved down toward her abdomen. I kissed her navel as she began moaning and rolling her head back and forth, a silent and contradictory refusal of my homage. I removed my hand from her womanhood and took her panties off completely. Janey sobbed, "Please Joe... hanh... Nooo," even as she lifted her hips to help. After I pushed her flimsy undergarment off her ankle she tried to close her legs but I used my elbow to prevent that defense while I dove into her furry nest. "Noooooooo," my fearful girlfriend sobbed but her sobs turned into a moan as I began to stroke the length of her cuntal slit with my tongue.
Janey's cuntlips were parted slightly, and her moistness was pooled slightly in the mouth of her vagina. I took my time, alternately sucking her labia and flicking my tongue over her clitoris while my index finger, moistened by her oily juices, moved lower to her anus. She uttered a louder sob when my finger slipped past the sphincter and began gently to probe her rectum while I plunged my tongue into her vagina, then after a pause I'd lick her clitoris again.
While I was hopefully arousing her lust I was angling my body so that my hugely throbbing erection was close to her face.
"Please Janey... please kiss me too," I begged and there could be no doubt that I wanted her to kiss my cock, not my mouth.
"Hanh Joe... hanh... Can't," she panted and I increased my oral and digital assaults on her cunt and asshole while I pushed my rock hard tool against her cheek. I couldn't see what was happening but I could feel something. I felt a little twitch of her hips and thighs and I locked my lips around her slick clitoral erectile and thrummed the sensitive trigger with my tongue.
"Hanh... hunh... hanh... hunh," she puffed and I knew she was close to orgasm. I paused and reached down to grasp my cock and guide it to her mouth.
"Please Janey... please," I pleaded. "Just do for me what I'm doing for you," and then I renewed my oral assault on her sloppy wet pussy.
"Hanh... promise Joe... hanh... promise you won't... hanh... finish there," and then I felt the moist heat of her soft lips kissing and then engulfing my cockhead.
I worked a second finger into her asshole and I sucked her clitoris deeply while I savoured the feel of her mouth on my cock. And then I felt the pulsations of her labia begin as they bulged against my mouth. Her belly was jumping too and I knew she was cumming. Her thighs clamped over my ears as she wrapped her legs around my head. Her hips snapped and bucked wildly, as though she was trying to escape, but she held onto me with her legs. The sound she made was high and sweet and came from the back of her throat. Sort of an Mmmmmmmm sound that turned into a throaty moan. Her legs fell away from my head and if she hadn't already been horizontal she would have collapsed.
I raised my head enough to see what I was feeling. Her lower lip bulged around the head of my cock as I tried to fuck her mouth. She backed away, thwarting my attempt to push deeper into her mouth and I reached out to take her head between my hands and hold her.
"Mmmph," Janey grunted and she struggled but it was too late for that. I was finally going to be truly intimate with her whether she wanted it or not and as the pressure in my groin blossomed Janey's resistance ceased. I felt her tongue pressing on the sensitive underside of my cockhead and she was applying as gentle suction to my pulsating prick.
My hips thrust up at her face, pushing it up. Seemingly from every part of my body, fluid streamed through me, moving to my cock, squirting up into her mouth. She started again to pull away, but I had her head in my hands and held her in place. Cum started to leak down out of her mouth, down my dick. I whispered, "Tighter...", and released her head as she tightened her lip seal and put her warm hand on my bucking tool. I was no longer trying to push in deeper and she was no longer trying to pull away. Janey used her hand to pump more gism from me as I lost myself in the delightful sensations from her gently sucking mouth and the triumph of getting her to suck my cock. I saw her swallow, swallow again. And then she pulled away.
"Joe... you promised you wouldn't," she whimpered. God, she looked beautiful, sexy and defenseless as she looked at me accusingly, a white string of gism making a connection between her red lower lip and the shiny, purple knob of my cock.
"Darling," I murmured, "I couldn't stop. That was the most wonderful thing I've ever felt," I said softly as I changed position and kissed her cum-slimed lips.
"Hanh but... hanh but," she sobbed and tears streamed down her cheeks.
Her mouth was slack and as I put my hand on her pussy and fingered her she gave no resistance. I slipped my middle finger into her juicy vagina and before I was two knuckles deep I encountered a barrier. Yes, my sobbing, tearful girlfriend was truly a virgin and if she cried this much after merely sucking me off I was not sure I could handle her reaction if I broke her cherry.
Janey clung to me that night before entering residence. She'd wept a gallon of tears and I'd promised care and restraint and finally she'd accepted that what we did was not only safe but also a means of avoiding the ultimate unsafe act of vaginal intercourse.