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                               Janie's Adventure     
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         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  17 but she  was
     about to change that drastically.  He was at least 35 or 40, 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 19 or 20."

         "I'm old enough."   She didn't  tell him she  was only 16.   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.

     [to be continued in Janie2...and 3...and as many more as I can write]

     

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