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CHAPTER TWO

Next day Janey made to work a couple minutes early, set up her desk and fairly leaped into her work, breezing through letters, memos, and reports. She felt invigorated, and her superiors were pleased with her productivity. Mr. Thomas, the office manager, gave her a few extra things to do around eleven o'clock, and stood by her desk for a while watching how she did the first one, but mainly admiring her body swelling out that puffy yellow sweater and compactly filling the centre of her vinyl-covered swivel chair. As usual, she wore a very short skirt, and Mr. Thomas admired the very sexy way her nyloned legs looked. Her thighs were slender yet ample, and the way they softly merged gave him a tingle. She knew he was looking, but it hardly mattered. Everybody looked at her. Sometimes she liked it, sometimes she disliked it; for now she was neutral, just a busy secretary. In this mood, she didn't think the stodgy Mr. Thomas looked at all that bad himself as his dumpy hard body went back down the corridor out of their office.

She loved watching the traffic in the office. Sometimes it was just like being in a busy park. People came and went whom you'd never seen before. The office was so huge and led into more like it. Floors and floors of them. Everybody working on gas, electric, coal, and fuel oil bills, both to the customers and from the raw suppliers. It was fantastic, all of those…

One walked through and stopped to get something, Janey knew her slightly – her name was Linda, and she worked one floor up. She was very tall and beautiful and always drew a lot of eyes when she appeared. Dressed like Janey, high heels, stockings, short skirt, she had a tremendous high curve to her ass and her tits jiggles every time she moved. As usual they were both very busy and had little chance to meet. Maybe next time. Janey was sure Linda lived an interesting life; it would be nice to talk to her for a while.

At lunch she met Maureen, her best friend whom she'd known since high school, and the two of them walked by the admiring stares and whistles of some construction workers to a favourite grassy spot for lunch. A little white dog ran right over Janey's legs, but otherwise they were pretty much alone.

"You know that guy Terry," Maureen said in between bites.

"Mm-hm."

"I finally got together with him, yesterday. Just before supper in his boat in the private lake around Rymer Island, you know?"

"Mm-hm. Did you like it?"

"Ho! Let me tell you sweetheart! Would you mind hearing some of the wilder details?"

"I've never known shame or modesty to halt your tongue before."

"Listen! We're sailing way out there and talking, and by the way he's looking at me I could just melt down inside. And its not only his eyes. He's very well-built, you know. We're wearing our bathing suits and his is sticking out before he's even touched me! He couldn't hide that stretched out arc – and it looked thick."

"I looked at it and made signs to him that I was game if he was so, he drives the boat up to a little tiny dock, ties it up and starts hugging me. He felt good to kiss, and his hands were all over me, kind of rough at first but comfortable. And I pushed against that big cock with my crotch and moved it up and down. Jeez, it was nice. We got out and hustled up some path through thick brush to a clearing."

"He wanted to put up a tent but we were too excited. It didn't look like anybody else was around anyway. I let him undress me and lay back while he kissed my neck and tits. Oooh, he sucked 'em!"

They were both laughing now so hard they couldn't eat or talk. Their faces were flushed, convulsed, tearing up…

"And that not all he sucked. Oh, wait a minute! Finally I made him roll over so I could get a good look. Just as I thought, too – big and thick. So long and hot against my hand. It's been a couple years since I found one like that!"

"Did you taste it?"

"Oh, Janey, stop it!" said Maureen, having a paroxysm. "How could I even get it past my teeth? I gobbled the tip for a while. But it was the fucking that was really good. It took him about five minutes to get it in!"

"How big was it? Could you get your hand around it?"

"Not all the way. First thing I thought of was: only a horse could have one that big! But it worked."

"You like him then, huh?"

"In guess so. I'm going to see him tonight."

"Well, Maureen, don't become a stranger. Keep me – posted."

After work Janey went home to get some things together for her night at Rodney's house. Duke frisked around when she came through the door and jumped up on her with his paws. She shooed him back down and patted his head, stroked his neck. Then she hugged him hard on her knees and kissed him. She really loved that dog. He splashed her cheek with his huge tongue, and she laughed, getting up again and collecting her stuff. She took Duke for a walk, brought him back, told him to be a good boy, and left.

Rod met her at his door with a hard hug, and they kissed noisily. Wonderful cooking smells attracted her attention.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Veal parmesan."

"Oh, great! You're really branching out now, aren't you. I ought to move in so you can do my cooking."

"Ha ha! Don't get any ideas, sister." Although he didn't show it, he actually wished that she wouldn't joke about something like setting up together. He hadn't thought about it much, though, and she had never brought it up with her, he wasn't sure about the idea himself.

They toasted each other, drank several glasses of wine, and ate heavily. They also talked a lot about their jobs, the news, joked with each others' words and played little seductive games. She found that Rodney was getting a lot of extra work for the weeks and weekends ahead. Obviously this meant they might not have so much time together, but they didn't mention that.

"You must be getting a lot of good experience," she said.

"Yeah. I been in this trade seven years now, but pretty soon it's gonna feel like ten. By the end of the year I should be ready for some good vacationing."

"You'll be tired, honey, but you'll be a millionaire."

"Ha! I doubt that, but I'll have a good roll. I might even spend some of it on you."

"Really? What a surprise. But I don't need anything. You should keep all the money for yourself."

"Now that wouldn't be very nice, would it? I couldn't deal with all that money myself. I'd need some of your female intuition to figure out ways to spend it."

"I've got it. Why don't we trade salaries for a month?"

"OK – next January when I take my vacation."

The meal was pretty heavy and tired them out, so they sat on his couch to watch TV. It was re-runs of 'The Honeymooners' and 'Gilligan's Island'. Pretty funny stuff. Then it was a long involved drama that had plenty of intrigue and ponderous moments. They started falling asleep and lay against each other for a long time. But when the program was over, they were refreshed and started coming alive.

They touched and stroked each other and started kissing. Long warm deep kisses. Their tongues caressed each other and explored the hollows of their mouths. Getting hot now, they kissed each other across the cheeks and neck, the ear, the shoulder. She moved her hand excitingly up and down the back of his neck and head, while he caressed one of her breasts. She wore no bra. The nipple stiffened up under the fabric and begged for endless repetition of the upward rubbing caress of his fingers. After a while he pressed his palm down on her tit, feeling it compress and spread under his pressure. He squeezed her gently and stroked in a circular motion, running his fingertips out to her armpit.

Breathing heavily Janey thrust her chest against him, then quickly unbuttoned her blouse so he could get at her bare tits. She grabbed for his cock, thick and hard inside hid trousers. She pulled it out straight along his thigh and stroked it compulsively, gently, endlessly. It swelled up more under her touch. She reached further down, between his legs, stroking his lower privates. He tingled. His balls rose.

He had spread her blouse back from her shoulders, which her caressed lovingly, then kissed while his hands moved down over her eager, stiff nipples breasts. These he cupped and tweaked with his thumbs while his lips glided down her chest and out the swelling curve of each tit, riding the warm, smooth surface with the tip of hid tongue. He kissed her nipples and rubbed his lips over them, sucked them, and teased them with his tongue while they were in his mouth. Janey moaned passionately. His hands rubbed her ribcage and belly. Her skin was hot, burning with desire. He moved away from her half-attentive hand and knelt on the floor next to her. He caressed her feet and legs and started to undo and pull off her skirt. She lifted her legs high so that the garment could clear her hips, then lowered them as the skirt swiftly brushed off her. Rod kissed her above the knee and ran his hands way up her thighs, over her mound, and under her hips. He touched the backs of her thighs and moved upward, feeling the goose-pimpled flesh of her legs. His fingers got under her underpants as far they could. They drifted into her centre and felt the wet, hairy, musky dampness.

He took his hands out and tucked his fingers under the elastic waistband of her panties. He watched her tits shake, as she moaned and twitched on the couch, assisting him in the removal of her last piece of clothing. He quickly undid his zipper and waist button to free his erection, then dipped forward into her crotch, stroking her thighs and hips as he rubbed his nose, lips and cheeks over her abundant black pubic hair and kissed downward, sucking excitedly here and there, until he reached the wet, spreading, opening of her vagina. His tongue tip slapped the wet labia noisily for a while, rubbing back and forth while she hissed and groaned and writhed and wrapped her long slender thighs around his head. His tongue then went right down the centre of her cunt, dividing the labia smoothly. He probed her juicy centre then moved up to her throbbing clitoris. He caressed the hard bud with precise skillful circling tongue tip and surrounding it and pressed on it with his hot fat flat tongue body. She tasted so good. He was eager. He loved doing this.

She pressed against him, lifting her crotch up a little and trembling spasmodically. She was already starting to come. "Oh, that feels good, baby! Suck me! Put your tongue inside! I want to go down you, too, feel your peter in my mouth! I'll suck your balls and put my tongue right up your ass! Oh, eat me, baby! Do it! I'm going to come now!!"

Rodney probed, sucked, and licked her even more rapidly. He swiveled his tongue back and forth like a glutton. His excellent tongue ran madly on every surface and pistoned in and out of her cunt rapidly almost like a penis, but smaller and so much more flexible. He gave her the best head he knew how and added an index finger.

Finally, he slowed down, she let her legs dangle and fall away a little from his cunt-smeared mouth. She snaked one foot downward and rubbed her soft big toe on his rock-hard shaft. "Stand up now, Rodney, let me look at it."

He got up abruptly and took a short step forward to meet her sitting up on the couch. She kissed his throbbing penis and rubbed her face against it slowly, draping it with her long blonde hair on each turn. His legs tightened, and he thrust forward a little. She gripped his erect tool at the base and jerked softly, moving her hand up just an inch or so. Her mouth opened wide and descended slowly, her tongue rubbing the big swollen head over and over again before her lips engulfed it and her warm soft sucking mouth moved far down the straining shaft. "Mmmm," he said. Her mouth embraced his penis hotly and sucked upward with a loud juicy noise, then moved down again slowly with that soft sucking pressure that feel like a different kind of cunt.

Her hands caressed his hips and stroked the cleft of his hairy behind, stroked his balls. He looked to his right and saw the open window.

"Wait a minute, Janey. Wait, let me draw the shade."

He walked over to the window with nothing but an unbuttoned shirt on, his cock bouncing manfully as he walked. Just before pulling the shade, he saw a woman looking at him from the window across the street. Oh no, he thought with a smile, that single woman. He felt more amused than embarrassed. It was kind of exciting, too.

He walked over where Janey lay nude and languid. He took off his shirt and she took his penis in hand again, stroking the hard organ from top to bottom of its up-jutting form. Then she licked it all over without once taking it into her mouth.

"Come on, let's go into the bedroom, Janey." He walked in side-by-side with her, his hand on her ass. She got down on the bed on her hand, and knees. She looked wild. "Do you want me to suck you some more, or do you want to fuck me?" she said fiercely.

Rodney smiled. "I don't care."

She shook her ass at him. "Fuck me then. I'll suck you some more later. Fuck me here." She spread her ass cheeks so that he could see the puckered hole of her anus. It moved slightly as he got on the bed behind her and rubbed the tip of his penis up and down the centre of her cleft. He went and got a little lubricating cream and came back to the bed. He put some on his fingertips and rubbed it on his cock, then rubbed it on the hole and around it. Meanwhile she reached under them with one hand and tickled his scrotum, feeling the skin thicken in excited corrugations, feeling the contours of his big tight balls. She grabbed them with her whole hand and squeezed them firmly but not hard. Her fingertips rubbed the hairy base of his rod, then she brought her hand back front of her to steady her body.

The lip of his swollen penis head nosed into the outer millimetres of her asshole. She stiffened with passion and then made an effort to relax, feeling him nudge forward little by little. She opened and closed her sphincter quickly, trying to get a grip on his penis. Finally her anus bloomed and sucked the entire cock-head. Her rectum spasmed, then slowly relaxing, it clung to his tool. The pressure was wonderful. The skin tingled, and his penis throbbed to complete the process accelerated by his slow sliding far into and occasionally slightly out of her ass. Her rectum squeezed him steadily and his body jerked forward. Passionate, he grabbed for the rest of her body, which quivered under the caress of his hands and chest. His fingers trailed across her body, touching her nipples which felt hot and spicy. He stroked down her mid-line, from breast-line to pubic, touching her stomach and rubbing around her pussy. His balls caressed her soft inner thighs and sometimes her vagina jerked his member quickly, pulling out an inch or two, then pushing back in. Her pubic hairs felt electric to his fingertips, which rubbed them softly, feeling their swell, their prominent bush-like thrust. He pressed it down into a mat, rubbed her cunt flesh and made her jump. The snake of pleasure coiled and coiled in his tubes, waiting for the signal to spring. She moved a hand underneath and caressed his nuts. They were both breathing heavily, engrossed like dogs in what they were doing, too excited to talk. He was about to come. He twiddled her clit and felt her tighten around him in excitement. He jerked more and more, yelling as the organ took hold, pumping through him from his sucked-in bottom to his sperm-spitting head. After many flashes of penile ejaculation, he moaned with extended soothingness. Her vagina twitched a few times over his fingertips, which he slid up and down her wide open lips softly. He softened slowly, withdrawing from her bottom, and they both moaned and sighed when the limp organ finally slipped out, leaving a whole between them which they bridged with an embrace and a few hard, friendly kisses.

They lay in each other's arms sleepily in the warm bed. A sheet and blanket covered them up to the elbows. "Rod," said Janey, "you are wonderful. I've never been able to fuck like that, but with you – I could do it a lot…"

"You are the best woman in the world to me," said Rod, thinking how no one ever let him come to explosively so often. They caressed each other in preparation for sleep, and fondled the sex of the other. They dozed in a great empty dreaminess, surrounded by the feeling of being together. Slowly they dreamed in visual images, coming around again and again to naked people passing before their eyes, quickly. His penis was throbbing against her hand as he came awake the middle of the night enough to glance at her. The eyes were closed and her mouth was small and breathing like in sleep. Her hand was pumping him slowly. He stiffened more and his heart raced loudly. She squeezed his penis harder and pumped faster it faster until he came again, spurting abundantly to the oblivion that covered them almost immediately.