Janie's Adventure 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.

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"
            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
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