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VI: A BOWL OF CHERRIES

And so it was that after only three weeks of married life, young Janet Tibbleton had slept in just about every conceivable position with any one of a number of men (and women) other than her husband. And still she was far from satisfied. It seemed that the more she learned about the sex, the more cocks she wanted to experiment with, the more times she wanted her asshole and her cunt plugged, the more head she was willing to give. She'd gone from being an innocent virgin to being a needy, love-starved, nymphomaniac teenage bride. And she loved it!

One morning in the fourth week of her marriage she woke up with such an incredible urge to fuck that she thought she would die. She felt especially open to all sorts of ideas, too, and she found herself trying to climb onto a door handle. She couldn't get her pussy at the right height, however, so she went to the extremes of getting a footstool and trying to get the door handle rubbing against her cunt in that manner. This method, and the dildo, and a carrot, and several other items she found handy throughout the house all failed her. She gave up trying to masturbate her hot little clit and deep narrow tube, and decided instead to find yet another man with which to experiment.

She dressed casually with a short skirt, one that she had left over from high school (only a few months in her past) and with a low-cut blouse which buttoned only so high. It left her titties well-exposed, as she intended them to be, and indicated, without any effort on Janet's part, a good deal of cleavage. She brushed and combed her silky blonde hair and determined to make the sexual aquaintance of the first man who approached her. She didn't care what he looked like, how he was dressed, who he was or how old he was. She was going to ball the first man who asked her to, and to find him, she was going to take a walk on Santa Monica Boulevard.

She parked her car at a side street and casually climbed from the front seat onto the pavement. She hadn't even shut the door to the car when she heard the cat call and wolf whistle of what had to be one of the zestiest men on the boulevard. She turned around and a man in a gas station attendant uniform added to the previous chilling whistle: "Hey, baby, you got what it takes."

"So do you," said Janet back to the gas station attendant. He stood dumbfounded next to the pumps where he was leaning. He smiled and then his smile gave way to a look of odd expectation when he realized that Janet had not only meant her quick retort to be serious, but that she was strutting on her way over to see him. She was eyeing him like no other woman ever had, and, the monkey wrench he held in one hand slipped from his fingers. "Well, I'll be damned," he said to himself as he fell hypnotically into a trance because he was watching Janet's smoothly weaving hips and her protuberant mound get closer and closer to him. "I'll be fucking damned if she's not coming right over here." To himself he added: "And she looks like she means business." "Mr.," she began when she was close enough, "you just must be lucky today. Let me look at you."

The gas station attendant had no idea what to say. He had dark curly hair, he was about six-foot, and he was strong and muscular looking. He had a splotch of grease across his forehead, but Janet didn't mind that a bit. She kind of thought it made him look cute, in fact, and she was ready to say so: "You're not bad looking," she said, putting her hand on her hip and grinding out her thigh in his direction. "If you don't mind my saying so," she added.

"No," he said. "Not at all. I don't mind any woman with legs like that saying she likes my looks."

"I could have done worse," she said with| a smirk. She quickly explained her plan; to him, about how she planned to fuck the first man who made a pass at her that morning. He couldn't believe it. "Now wait a second," he said with concern, "you're just going to throw yourself on me, just like that, just because I whistled at you?” He shook his head and looked around. "What this? Some sort of candid T.V. program or something? Some kind of comedy? What are you talking about lady? You some kind of narc?"

"No," she said, moving up closer to him, inches away from his body. She looked around and leaned forward. "Look in there," she said. "You see those titties? If you say the right thing, if you're nice to me, you can be squeezing both of them whenever you want, provided that whenever is right now, that is."

He looked down her shirt. He couldn't | help but do it. She was right next to him with her titties nearly popping out at him, they were smooth and tanned and pendu-lar and then nipples were upright and fully exposed, cherry red, and her full breasts were dazzlingly beautiful. "What's the right thing?" he asked in a whisper. "What's the right thing I have to say? In order to 'have' you?" "Yes," she said simply. "That's all. Just say 'yes'." "Just yes?" "You said it," she said quickly. "Where can we be alone?"

He didn't believe her, took her to be some sort of a nut, but he also took her by the arm and with a sincere look of concern on his face, and a cautious look around the street corner and the passing boulevard traffic, led Janet Tibbleton into the office. "Now listen, lady," he started to say, but Janet took a seat on the desk and pulled her skirt up around her thighs. "You like the looks of my legs, Bob?"

"How'd you know my name was Bob?" She pointed to his shirt. "It's right there in blue and white, Bob."

"Yeah," he said, "well… Now wait a minute. You mean to say you're gonna ball me just because I'm the first one to talk to you this morning?"

"That's right," she said.

"O.k," he said, "now I'm going to tell you something. I'm going to close down the station here for an hour, and I'm going to take you down to my apartment. It's around the corner. And I'm going to fuck you. And if you don't come through, I mean if you back out of this when we get half-way there or something, I'm gonna be very mean and very extraordinarily pissed off. You read me? Now you can still go out there and…" He stopped talking because she was working her hands up and down on her long stretch of left thigh. "You never did answer my question. Bob," she said softly. "Do you like my legs?"

He grabbed her by the arm, pulled the office sign down so that it read 'Be Back at Noon', and took her out the door and into his tow-truck, which was parked in the lot. He drove with one eye on the road; one eye glued to her hand, which was busily fondling the firming bulge in his trousers. It didn't take long for him to get the apartment, not did it take all that long for him to have somewhat embarrassing tumescence with which to cope on their way in public across the front lawn, up the stairs and into the door marked 203. But once inside. Bob relaxed. "Well," he said, "here we are."

Janet looked around and started unbuttoning what there was of her blouse. She had it halfway undone when she said;

"It's nice. Bob. I like it."

"Yeah, the rent's cheap," he said, taking off his station attendant hat.

"I don't mean that," she said. "I mean this." She moved up along side him and reached down to his trousers,' crotch. She squeezed his joint underneath. "I like this big flesh of yours." She tugged on what could only be the spongy head. "That's what I like, Bob. I like it a lot, too." She rolled her fingers up and down around the buldge. "You want to take your pants off so that we can meet 'head-on'?" She smiled at her own little double entendre, and then she slipped down on her knees. "Go ahead," she heard him say, "and make yourself at home." He watched her with glazed eyes. She undid his belt and worked his pants down around his ankles. A moment later she had his underwear off, and he was sitting on the sofa with her head between his legs, her mouth tied around his joint. She had her big thick wet lips sealing up the rim and her tongue was sliding up and down the shaft. She worked her mouth muscle into position so that she could get a good licking off on the thickest part, on the base. Then she tickled his balls with all ten of her fingers at once. Finally, she massaged his thighs. "I just get so horny," she said, rubbing her fingers into his legs and sucking on his prick at the same time. She let the pecker go flopping out of her face. "Do you know how that is? Sometimes you just have togo out and get a little piece of ass? Does that ever happen to you, Bob?"

He nodded trancelike. "Sure," he said, "that's happened to me, but…"

"But you're a man," she continued, "So it's different, eh?" She worked her hands down between his loins and underneath his buns. She came up with his buttocks in her palms. She stroked at the inside of his anal crotch, and she worked a finger up close to his anus. Soon she had a poking digit inside his asshole and his cock in her face. "Mmrn-mm," she hummed, "mmmmmm, good." She let his cock go flopping again and pulled her hands out from under his butt, "That was nice. Bob," she said. "Do you like the way I do things?"

"Yeah," he said, "you're not bad. I still don't believe it, but you're not bad at all,"

"Thanks," she said, and she stood up and removed her skirt. "May as well get ready, eh? What about you?"

"Yeah, me too," he said. "I suppose I should too." He stood up and removed his shirt. He couldn't take his eyes off the teenage bride's smooth body. Her delightful little nipples, her big brown caps, her smooth pendular titties, her lovely trim stomach and smooth hips and long supple thighs-all his, and all so hard to believe when only a few moments before he was dreading a day of pumping gas. And now he would soon be pumping that perfect unbelievable pussy. "Mmmm," he said, "I think I'm a lot more ready for this than I thought I would be." He smiled and looked down at his huge erection. "Yeah," he said. "I'm sure of it."

Janet was completely naked now. She looked at his boner. "I think you're ready, too," she said. She slid a hand around his prick and reached her other hand around his neck. She pulled his face down close to hers and French kissed him. She gave him all of her tongue and something more, too, a tight little tug on his wet hog. "There," she said, "aren't you glad you whistled at me?" "I sure am, honey," said the gas station attendant. "I sure as hell am." He kissed her shoulder and then her titty, her hefty left breast. He rubbed his lips around the cherry bud nipple and stroked with his tongue on the hot surface of her breast hillock. It didn't take long for Janet Tib-bleton to begin breathing hard, rubbing her chest back and forth, from side to side, so that her smooth titties and agile nipples could get the best possible feel from Bob's willing. sexy mouth. "Mmmm," she hummed, "I like the way you treat a girl," she said, using both of her hands to hold his head between her hefty mammaries "Makes a girl feel loved." One of her hands slipped down in front of Bob's face where he was sucking on her other titty.

"Hey,'he said, taking her hand in his, "are you married?"

"Oh, yes," she said. He'd seen her ring. "I just got married about four weeks ago. It's nice being married."

"You're kidding," said Bob. He nearly passed out. When he regained his composure he said: "Well, I guess it's all legal that way, eh?"

"You bet," she said, and she wrapped her teenage loins about Bob's strong thigh, they were still standing up and she had a good hold with both of her legs. Bob used one finger to slide around between Janet's | smooth buns, there to enter her anus with a probing finger which stroked up into her asshole tube and bowels. "Oh, God," she moaned, "that's fucking nice," and she leaned up and kissed him on the mouth, in the mouth, with her tongue. "Nice," she said, "as my husband says: 'Very, very nice'."

"It doesn't hurt?" asked Bob. "Well, it does and it doesn't," she said, sitting down harder in his palm. "Maybe we should lay down someplace."

He took her to the floor in one smooth move. He was strong enough that it was no problem for either of them. He ended up between her legs, his hips rocking automatically up and down on her pelvis. His joint went sliding into her damp bush. "You're wet already," he said, sliding a finger into her fresh narrow twat slit. "Nice and wet."

"I've been wet since I woke up this morning," she said. "How about that?" But she didn't wait for his answer. She reached down and tugged on the head of his hot hog. She pulled it within rang of her pussy. Then she opened her flesh gates with two fingers. She found the cock head again and slid it into place. "Come on inside me, Bobby," she said, and to make sure he did, she wrapped both of her palms around the backs of his ass cheeks and pulled the virtual stranger's cock into her cunt. "Ahhhh, nice," she moaned, "that's just the way it ought to be."

"Don't you get enough at home?" he moaned, sliding his prick all the way into place. "Or what? Are you some kind of nymphomaniac?"

"Maybe," she said, "but who gives a shit?" She rolled her hips up and down and, consequently, went sliding her hefty pussy muscles along his firm prick. It didn't takelong for Bob's flesh banana to get hotter and lustier than it was a moment before, He shoved down hard, tacked Janet to the living room floor, and pushed her back on her spine. Her legs went sliding out to the sides and his joint went pounding down deep inside the slippery velvet interior of her tunnel of love. The juice started slipping up and down his pole as it was secreted from her inner walls. The flesh there was soft andsucculent and juicy, and the muscles were tight and grabbing. She held onto his big stiff trunk like a cat climbing a tree, only instead of claws, she was using slippery soft pussy flesh, flesh that grabbed him like the tentacles of an octopus and wanted never to let loose. "M. mmm, good," she hummed and then she picked off one of his manly nipples with her mouth lips and sucked on it and tongued it, "I love a strong man like you, Bob, one with a big joint and knows how to use it and all. Mmmmmm." She kissed him on the chest again. He rolled down deep, stroking again and again in and out of her slender wet tube. It was hot and juicy in there, and she enjoyed having that space filled the way Bob was willing to do it. "I'm a lucky girl," she said. "I could have ended up with anybody, and yet I ended up with you. You're so nice." He kissed her on the mouth and held his tongue in her face while he filled her twat with hot come. "There," he said, squirting out his load, "I think you got what you were looking for." A moment later he pulled his joint out from her pussy and climbed off her smooth, supple body. He lay aside and grabbed his shirt, from under the coffee table, and searched out a cigarette. "I've licked your big fifties, lady, and I've played with your clit and fingered your asshole and fucked your vagina, but I still don't believe any of it. You know that? Not one bit of it." He lit up his cigarette. "I guess I never will." He took a long drag on the fag, and then while he exhaled, he asked: "Will I ever see you again?"

"Hey," she said, "you talk like I'm leaving right now. We're not done yet, you know." She smiled and ready for more sex, she reached down to his hefty rod. She pulled it up. "I think you got more of that hot pudding for me in there. No?"

"Yeah, sure," said Bob. "Sure. Why not?" He shook his head. He couldn't believe the dumb luck of the situation. "I got plenty more," he added. "Why the hell not?" He put the cigarette out and lay back on top of her. He reached around and grabbed her warm smooth buns. "You sure are young," he said, feeling her soft flesh. "I mean really young. What, sixteen? Seventeen?"

"Seventeen," she said, sliding her hands down around his ass cheeks. "Seventeen and enjoying every minute of it." She slid her finger between his buttocks and felt up his anus. Then she reached between her body and his and found his joint. "You're not hard enough, yet," she said. "Why don't you come up here?" By 'here' she meant and indicated between her breasts. "I think you'd like it," she added.

Bob didn't need much convincing. He climbed up onto Janet's chest and pushed her meaty rod up and down between her tittles. He used his joint and her titties to make a special flesh mesh there. He rubbed his spongy and slightly wet mushroom head up and down along her smooth breast skin. It was satin smooth, tanned brown, and the nipples were up and ready for more of the same. It didn't take him long to get hot enough, and hard enough, too, to get his joint ready to fuck her in the cunt tube. He climbed back down along her belly, giving the underside of his rod a special little thrill, and landed between her thighs. Then he pushed his prick into place in her cunt tube.

"There," she moaned, "I like that there." He had, apparently, rubbed at just the right angle to make his prick crown catch hold of her clitoris. By rubbing up and down he was able to stimulate the hottest part of her sweltering twat. The little button went slipping up and down, caressed and fondled by the head of his meat. He then stroked all the way into her sweet canal and felt up folds of pussy flesh that she'd never known existed.

"Oh, Bob," she sighed, "you do have a big prick. Even the second time around it's big. Bigger even than before." She swayed her hips from side to side, pushed her tube along the top of his penis, and then she grabbed hold of his member with all of her strength. She used her muscles inside her pussy to give both of them a first-class thrill. "Oh, God," she cried out. "Oh, God, Yes! Yes, fuck me, yes! Yes I love to fuck me yes, yes, yes!"

Bob kept his rod stiff and rolling. He hammered away at the inside of the sliding narrow tube. Everything was nice and wet, heated and squeezing. Her oozing tube was gripping the head of his meat, kneading and milking it. "You do good, baby. Really fucking good."

"Yesterday," she said, moaning and tossing and turning her hips, "a surfer boy slapped me. I fucked him three times and before the third time, up the asshole, he slapped me. Do you believe it?"

"I don't like to," he said, "but after today-" He grunted a time or two. "-after today, I have to believe anything." He slid forward and the mushroom head of his meat plowed into the back wall of her vagina. He gave Janet Tibbleton a start because she not only wasn't expecting the spear to go sliding into her that way, but she also wasn't expecting the simultaneous arrival of his finger in her anus. He shoved it up into her asshole tube at exactly the same instant as his prick pounded sharply at the back of her pussy. "Jesus fucking Christ?" she hollered. "I may be odd, but you have to be careful. You nearly fucking killed me with that one. Jesus!"

He couldn't hear her. He was well on his way into the land of bliss. His meaty prick head, hot and sensitive from the first fuck, was now entering the throb stage. Any moment now he would ejaculate a second time, and for a second time he would flood the vessel with hot come. He wondered what it would be like to fuck such a horny beautiful piece of flesh every day. He stroked her titties and worked out on her asshole with his finger. He used his tongue on her breasts and his hand, too, and his finger on her asshole, and his cock in her vagina. "Jesus," he whispered in her young ear, "you really do have what it takes. I love your body, Janet. I love the shape of your belly and your hips." His hands slid down around her waist and he rocked her just the way he liked her twat to move, across the length of his thick shaft, up and down on the spongy mushroom head of his joint, and then back again. "Mmmmm," he hummed, "oh, yeah, you are supple, baby. Your body defines the meaning of the word." He slipped in another impossible, inevitable inch. His prick seemed to get bigger, the head expanded, and then he let loose, twitching off with all sorts of jism with which to fill Janet Tibbleton's hot vaginal reservoir. She swooned with delight when she felt the hot pudding fill her cunt mold, and she sucked all the juice up as if it were manna from heaven.

When it was all over, the gas station attendant pulled his prick clear of the precious labial gates of flesh. He rolled back on his back and lit up the same cigarette he'd earlier been smoking. He took a long drag on the butt and closed his eyes when he exhaled. "How sweet it is," he sighed. "Life ain't so bad, you know that? It ain't so bad at all."

"You're tellin' me," said Janet. "Life is damn good, if you ask me. Damn fucking good."