Archive-name: 3plus/newly-05.txt

Archive-author: WC - 12/92

Archive-title: Newlywed Fun - 5





                    Chapter Five



     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."

     Janet smiled.  "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.



4/1/92

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