By Casie ( Aug 99)
Janet felt sophisticated the next day following the adventure she had enjoyed with Laura.
She swelled with pride. She felt worldly and truly a woman for the first time in her life. Yet, she had anxiety.
Lezbo games, she decided, would be fine and fun, but no way was she going to get hooked on such practices.
Through it all, she was very clear in her feelings and emotions, and now, more than ever, she knew that she loved her husband more than anyone or anything in the world.
She had to separate her feelings for Mark from the wild, raw pleasure she had discovered with her brief encounter with Bob and Laura Spring.
After all, she concluded, she was a young woman with a sexy, eager body.
Why was it so wrong to get and give physical pleasure?
When she opened the door in answer to the doorbell on Wednesday morning she found a robust, curly-headed, young stud standing on the porch.
He was wearing a tight T-shirt and tight faded jeans.
His youthful, handsome face was even featured and he was smiling. His alert blue eyes widened at the sight of her.
"Mrs. White?" he asked tentatively.
"Yes," she replied, amusement in her eyes.
"Your... your husband sent me to clear out the furniture for the new carpet you're getting tomorrow."
Janet nodded absently, half hearing the young man's words. She was stealing glimpses at the bulge in his jeans.
"Ma'am?" he said, blushing, then cleared his throat.
"Did you hear me?"
Janet snapped back to reality, stood aside and ushered him into the house.
"Yes, of course," she said.
"My husband told me you would be coming. I had just forgotten."
"Well, your husband said you'd show me which rooms were getting the carpet," he said, his eyes blinking as he glimpsed the generous swell of Janet's tits inside her blouse.
"That's right," Janet told him, making a real effort to shake away the lewd thoughts racing through her head.
"This way, please."
She led him down the narrow hallway.
As she walked, she couldn't resist adding a provocative sway to her steps.
She sensed the stud's eyes were glued to her ass, and that pleased her.
She glanced over her shoulder, instantly gratified to see that she had been right.
He was, indeed, looking at her round ass globes, which were on display for him under her tight shorts.
"What's your name?" she asked casually.
He cleared his throat as he tore his gaze from her buns.
"Roland, ma'am," he stuttered.
"Well, Roland, call me Janet," she said.
"I don't think there is enough difference in our ages for you to keep calling me Mrs. White, or ma'am. How old are you, Roland?"
"All... all right, J-J-Janet," he replied.
"I'm 16 and I'll start my Junior year in high school in the Fall.
This is my first Summer job."
"Good for you, Roland. That shows a lot of responsibility on your part.
You can begin upstairs, in the bedroom," she said and gave the young man a real performance as she led him up the stairs.
Janet wiggled her butt, telling herself it was only harmless fun to turn on the young man.
Just a flirty game, she told herself, even as she realized she wouldn't mind seeing how much bigger that bulge in the front of his jeans could get.
She led him to the master bedroom and stood aside as he quickly began moving the furniture out into the hallway.
She studied the ripple of his hard young body, eyeing his strong muscles as he bent and manoeuvred the sturdy pieces of furniture.
Soon his back, shoulders and arms were shiny with a sheen of perspiration and Janet felt an arousing stirring in her pussy.
Her nipples stiffened against the silk material of her blouse, and she knew the twin, pink darts were visible to the distracted hunk.
"You know," she purred, "you really are big and strong."
She hesitated, then went on.
"But can you really move the dresser and bed all by yourself?"
"Well, no, not exactly," he stammered, standing awkwardly in front of her, his hands trying feebly to mask the obvious hard-on that was now straining against his fly.
"I've got a dolly in the truck for the big stuff. I guess I'd better go get it"
" "There's no rush," she cooed, blocking the doorway as she continued to gaze at him.
"Of course, you probably have some hot little girlfriend to run off to when you finish here. Is that right, Roland?"
His blush darkened.
"Well, no ma'am, not exactly," he said uneasily.
"Now, that's hard to believe, Roland," she said, stepping closer to him.
"A handsome, strong young man like you surely has his pick of girls."
"Well, I was dating a girl last month, but we broke up," he admitted shyly.
"That's too bad. What happened?"
"We... well... we had a fight, because she wouldn't, well, you know."
His face turned bright red and he shifted from one foot to the other, refusing to look at Janet.
"She wouldn't put out for you? Is that it?" she coaxed.
"I'll bet that's why you two broke up, isn't it?"
He nodded shyly and managed a sheepish grin, then cleared his throat.
"I'd better go get that dolly now," he said.
"Are you sure you want to, just now?" Janet asked, reaching up to casually undo the top two buttons of her blouse.
"Wouldn't you rather the two of us get to know each other a little better before you strain yourself?"
She enjoyed the bewildered, almost dazed expression that covered Roland's face.
His eyes darted down quickly to her tits. Janet tingled with growing excitement.
Instantly, she loved the power she had over the guy.
He was mesmerized by her presence, his gaze riveted to the exposed portion of her large tits.
He was practically drooling.
Boldly, she glanced down at his fly. His cock inside his tight jeans was throbbing like a trapped snake, desperate for escape, and she could tell by the cock's outline that it was huge!
Turning him on so much, so fast, pleased the wanton young housewife.
Her body and her general sex appeal having this kind of effect on the horny young stud seemed to glorify her womanhood.
She felt complimented as well as aroused.
She continued the lusty game of tormenting Roland, coyly revealing more of her luscious tits to his hungry gaze.
It was all new to her, and she loved it! For once she was in complete control.
She was the aggressor and the eager male was hers to seduce.
Janet smiled sexily and finished unbuttoning her blouse.
She let the flaps hang open, barely covering her big, full, rounded tits as she daringly hooked her fingers inside his jeans.
"Your girlfriend was crazy," she whispered as she pulled his body close to hers and felt his cock.
"A stud like you is a real woman's dream."
He opened his mouth to speak, but could not find the words. Wild tremors shook through him as Janet slowly began unbuckling his jeans and tugging down the zipper.
His whole body shuddered when her fingers grazed his cock.
"Mmmm, you've certainly got a live one," she cooed, giving him a wink as she continued to extract his throbbing prick.
Roland trembled and stood helpless, letting her expose his cock.
He swooned and swayed on his feet when her warm hand curled around the hard shaft, and her gentle fingers squeezed the shaft.
"Just relax," she instructed, her eyes looking into his.
"Why don't you play with my tits while I check out your cock?
I know you'll love them.
You've been looking at them ever since you got here."
"I don't know... I mean... I'm not..." he stammered, yet reached toward her open blouse.
"I've never seen breasts this big, this beautiful."
"Then this is a moment you will always remember. Go ahead, Roland, touch them. I love having my tits massaged and sucked, it really drives me wild."
She cocked her head back.
"Sometimes I do real special things for my husband when he plays with my big titties just right."
He slipped both hands under the folds of her blouse and touched her tits.
He moaned as he felt her satiny, firm flesh, and Janet gasped at the unexpected pleasure his awkward manipulations caused her.
As her nipples tingled against his exploring hands, she glanced down and examined his youthful cock for the first time. He had a good cock.
It wasn't quite as large as either Mark's or Bob's, but it was a nice seven inches.
The head swelled into a large sphere, and his surprisingly thick shaft pulsed in her hand.
Janet had no doubts that she could, and would, have a lot of fun with Roland before this day was over.
In all of her previous sexual experiences, she had been the passive one.
She had followed the instructions of her partner, but now it was up to her to set the tempo, to direct the action and to make all the moves.
Knowing this, increased her horniness and excitement all the more.
She could control Roland, use his youthful stamina and virility to her most supreme satisfaction.
She began to pump his rigid cock, sliding her fist up and down it.
With her left hand she cupped his balls and continued to palm them once she had freed them from his shorts and jeans.
Meanwhile, Roland massaged and rubbed her big tits with bolder action.
His initial nervousness and shyness began evaporating.
As pure lust overtook him, he squeezed and fondled her sensitive nipples, making them jut out stiffly.
She was enjoying the manipulations of his hands and almost didn't notice how his cock was starting to jerk and twitch in her palm.
He began to pant and she realized then he was about to cum.
She quickly slowed the motions of her hands. She wasn't ready for anything to interrupt the wondrous feeling he was giving to her.
"Go ahead, kiss them," she urged.
"Kiss my tits now! I want you to suck them!"
He didn't hesitate and leaned forward to fasten his lips on her nipples.
He sucked and licked the rubbery buds, eagerly feasting on first one, then the other.
Then he opened his mouth wide and took almost half of one tit into his mouth.
As he sucked on her tits, Janet watched.
Again, she began stroking his cock, but slower this time.
Roland was proving to be quite an expert tit sucker.
His tongue was swirling around her pink nipples, and he alternated his attention from one to the other.
Meanwhile, Janet continued to jerk him off.
Her slow deliberate strokes were quickly making his prick throb and leap in her fist.
She felt his balls tighten just as his cock heaved in her hand, and before she could do anything about it, he began spurting great wads of thick jism into her hand and against her naked thigh.
Roland gasped, but made no real effort to stop sucking.
His hips jerked back and forth in a wild pumping action as his cock emptied its load, gobs of hot cum splattering Janet's legs.
He kept pumping his hips until his balls had drained.
She slipped an arm around his slender waist to steady him while she continued to squeeze his cock.
She pumped his softening prick, watching his cum ooze down her legs.
"Naughty," she teased, playfully tugging on his limp organ and pinching his hard ass cheeks.
Finally, she stepped away from him.
"You young guys sure are careless about wasting such good stuff!"
Roland grinned, blushing deeply.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I didn't mean to shoot off like that. I just couldn't help it! I mean... you are so beautiful and so sexy!"
She swabbed the blobs of jism off her thighs with three of her fingers.
"Don't worry about it, Roland," she purred, then brought her cum-smeared fingers to her lips.
"I'm just happy that I excite you so much."
She licked the cum off her fingers, enjoying the slightly salty taste of his thick juice almost as much as she did the astonished look on his face.
Shocking the young man added to her pleasure, and, of course, she had the satisfaction of knowing that she was far from finished with him.
Sighing grandly, Janet took Roland's hand and led him toward the bed.
She sat him on the edge of it and stood directly in front of him.
Seductively, she stripped off her blouse, then her shorts and panties.
Thrilled by his wide-eyed stare, she pressed her naked pussy to his face.
"Now, doesn't this beat moving furniture?" she asked.
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