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Chapter 9

It was a beautiful bright sunny day outside. In the month or so Jane had been confined at the Agency, a late winter had blossomed into an early spring, and birds were singing and the greenery was bright as they drove toward the edge of town in a pickup truck. At each of her sides, Walter and Marian Barnett talked back and forth as if nothing untoward had happened at the Agency. Jane had no idea she'd feel so very good, so very free now that she was out of the place. She felt all choked up and was fighting tears, and as they pulled up before a picture perfect farmhouse, Jane lost the battle and began to weep and wail.

"Whatever's wrong, dear?" said Marian. "Are you homesick for that place?"

"Of course she isn't," said Walter. "You come on inside, Janie, and have a piece of Marian's apple pie and a glass of nice fresh milk and you'll feel better."

"Noo-o-o-o," Jane wailed. "I don't deserve to set foot in your house. I don't deserve to be with people as nice as you. I did terrible things at the Agency and I ought to go to jail. Oh, boo-hoo-hoo. Oh-h-h, boo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo. Just look at the way I'm dressed. Oh, boo-hoo-hoo."

Despite her protests they bundled Janie up and took her inside, filled her tummy with pie and milk, and showed her the room that was to be hers, a room so simply beautiful that Janie started crying again. And when at last the sobs subsided Jane began to talk. She told them everything she'd done, everything that had happened to her at the Agency. And when she was done she looked at them and said, "You see? I don't deserve to be in a nice place like this with nice people like you."

"But it wasn't your fault, dear," said Marian.

"That's right," Walter agreed. "It's the fault of that pervert Scantland. I'm goin' back and fix his wagon good."

Jane placed a hand on his knee, and said, "No. He might have done things he shouldn't have, but… but I liked every bit of it. If he's a pervert, so am I."

"But you're not, dear," said Marian. "You're too young to be a pervert."

Jane looked at her with grim defiance and said, "I'm not too young to suck cocks and lick pussies. And I'm not too young to trick Mr. Scantland in the men's room, just in the hopes he'd fuck me. I'm bad. Heck, even right now I'm thinking about doing it with your husband. If that's not bad, I don't know what is."

"It's not so bad," said Marian with a smile, and Walter practically blushed and said, "Aw, Marian."

Hot shivers ran all through young Jane. Despite her best intentions, her hand started crawling like a spider up Walter's leg. He started to push it away but Marian said, "No, dear. Our girl's practically in pain. Just look at her. She needs it and you've got it and you know I've never been a bit jealous about your giving it away."

"But she's so durn young," he said, while Jane inched her fingers closer to his crotch, eyes shining brightly, cheeks flushed with roses.

"She's older than I was when you introduced me to that fine big fellow between your legs. It's all right. Jane's a girl who needs some sex from time to time and until the right boy comes along for her, you're just going to have to help her out. Take off your things, Jane, and get yourself comfortable."

Jane couldn't believe her good fortune. Neither could she believe how embarrassed she felt in disrobing before these two nice people, in spite of all the stripping she'd done before the people at the Agency. Nevertheless, driven on by her near intolerable throbbing of her very wet pussy, she stripped off all that remained of her Agency garb while Marian softly argued with Walter and helped him undress.

She'd never seen a man naked before and it was fascinating, beautiful. He had a build that made Mr. Scantland look like a man made of sticks. He looked like an Adonis in his boxer shorts, and when Marian coaxed those down he looked even better.

"Oh, he's got such a big one!" she exclaimed, gazing raptly down at his fine, manly cock, big as a fat pink sausage and hanging down over a truly huge pair of testicles. "It must be even bigger when it stands up."

Marian laughed. "Oh, it is. Do you think you can help it stand up?"

Jane eagerly took it in her hand and played with it. Even soft it was bigger than Mr. Scant-land's, but soft it remained. She got down on her knees and kissed it, sucked it while naked Walter sat on the bed, a foot away from his smiling wife. This failed to stir his cock from its state of flaccidity too. Jane was starting to get worried, but she didn't show it as she rose from her knees before him to present her youthful beauty in the best possible light.

She looked down at herself as she fondled her titties, extruding erect pink nipples from between her fingers. She slid her hands down over her slim waist and narrow hips, smiling alluringly at him, and she put a touch of wicked enjoyment in that smile as she moved a hand to her warmly waiting pussy, spreading its lips as a further temptation to him. He still only smiled with polite interest at her, and now she turned to present him with her pert little backside in hopes he might share Mr. Scantland's erotic interest in fucking a girl from behind, because by then she needed that prick of his anywhere she could get it. Still it remained soft, in repose, and there were tears in Jane's eyes as she turned to Marian and said, "Am I that ugly?"

"You're a perfectly adorable girl," said Marian, and got up from the bed and began to undress herself.

Jane was really much more used to this. She'd only had sex with Mr. Scantland a few times, but there had been dozens of times she and another girl at the Agency had undressed for each other and done everything they possibly could to both thrill and satisfy each other. Marian didn't have a spectacular figure but Jane was already appreciating it. Her tits sagged a little but they were nice and full, with ends that would soon be standing up as hard as Janie's. She had a long, lithe waist that would certainly feel good when Jane's arms were wrapped around it. Her legs were soft, shapely, but still looked strong from the outdoor work she did. But it was her pussy that was fascinating, because it had a full thick patch of mature public hair covering it, hair that would soon be split by Jane's burrowing mouth. Looking at Marian, Jane forgot all about Walter's prick. Until Marian looked down at him.

The rural, middle-aging housewife hadn't done a thing to entice him beyond undressing. She was rather plain looking and she was just standing there smiling without artifice, but Walter was looking up at her with sheer adoration in his eyes, and his cock was sharing in his appreciation. It looked a foot long and as stout as Jane's wrist! Its growth had been such that it had pulled his balls up, and its slitted eye was gaping widely at the naked woman standing calmly by his side.

"Gawd, you're as pretty as the first day I seen you," Walter murmured.

"Think of me like that," she said as she sat down beside him, "while you help our little girl with her problem. No, don't touch me just yet. Help Janie first."

Janie was already lying down on the bed with her legs open and her little pussy bared. She hadn't done much fucking in her young life, but she certainly knew what position to take. She was so eager for that big cock of Walter's that she couldn't take a deep breath, but Walter was still gazing at his wife, who now came forward to touch him.

"Yeah-h-h," he said with a grin, as she took his cock in hand. It was quite a handful, and she used it as a lead to roll him on his side toward where Jane was so breathlessly waiting.

"Oh, dear heavens, it's so big!" Jane ex-, claimed, as the large blunt head of it touched her nearly hairless pussy.

"Too durned big," said Walter, trying to draw back. "I just better use my tongue on this little gal, Marian. I sure wouldn't want to hurt her.

"You won't, you won't!" said Jane in rising panic, which was slaked when Marian firmly drew him on by his cock.

She pulled him right on. She stuffed the big knob of his cock right inside Janie's little cunt, eliciting a gasp of delight from the girl. Its entry shoved in prim cuntlips and all, but before Walter could position himself more comfortably in her she'd hooked her heels round his naked backside and helped herself to the full length and girth of it.

"DEAR HEAVEN!" she cried, as for the first time in her life she was filled to the brim with cock, lovely cock, hard as a rock and throbbing with life.

"OH, YES! GIMME MORE!" she exclaimed, naked torso and titties flailing on the bed, hips thrusting, heels spurring.

"Easy does it, little gal," he said. "No need to try and get it all at once."

"I've gotta HAVE IT! UR-R-R-RRGH! I'm cumming, GUMMING HARD, GUMMING AL-READE-E-E-E-EH!" she screamed, raking her nails over his ribcage, heaving her hard little hips up at him, exploding so completely with orgasm that she ludicrously felt like laughing.

He kept up his own pace, which was more than good enough for Jane. While she churned and thrashed and threw every bit of herself up at him, he held firm to her waist and steadily humped, drove that big cock into her gushing twat with satisfyingly deep, steady thrusts that she could feel clear up to her brain.

"That's right. You're doing fine. Give her all she can take," Marian encouraged, with a hand on Walter's pumping backside that probably helped encourage too.

"Beat me, whip me, fuck me!" cried Jane in her own encouraging efforts, and Walter just kept grinning and pouring the meat to her, pistoning his tight-fitting cock through her well lubricated fuck-tunnel till her orgasms were bursting out of her, filling the sunlit room with stars, then merging the brilliant flashes into a glowing pink haze as her whole body went limp under him, every bit of it save the broad smile of her pretty face. A long, rippling shudder coursed through her as his long, thick cock was slowly withdrawn. She was too weak to reach for the dripping end of it and lick it clean with her tongue, as she'd been taught at the Agency. She was too weak to do anything but smile, close her eyes, and slip into a peaceful doze.

Jane awoke just a few minutes later to a beautiful sight. Walter and Marian were now joined at the loins and moving together. They were, it seemed, joined everywhere from their lips to their toes, moving in sensuous harmony together, arms and legs entwined, loins executing a rhythmic ballet. With an effort she rose on an elbow to watch them better, in time to see their lips part from each other's and turn up into smiles. "Yuh know I love yuh," he said, thrusting slowly, thrusting deep.

"You prove it all the time," she answered, hips moving in liquid rhythm under his. "You're so good, such a good man."

" 'Cause you're my woman," he said. "My woman, my woman, my woman," he triumphantly said, and both of them closed their eyes, and for the first time in her life Jane saw the expression of sheer rapture on a human countenance, and it made her feel poignantly sad.

The sadness lasted for only a moment though, for as that first great zenith of loving pleasure was passed, both Walter and Marian opened their eyes and broke into grins that changed at once into joyous laughter. Still working wonderfully together they rolled about on the bed, with him plunging into her beautifully, with her reaching up to meet each of his thrusts. They laughed exultantly, freely, as his every ejaculation was met with a new orgasm from within, and it seemed to last for a wonderfully long time before their thrustings subsided into squirmings and their laughter dwindled into soft gigglings.

One of Jane's many night-time fantasies had been that of watching another couple fuck. Now that she'd done it, though, she felt embarrassed. It was simply too intimate a thing to do, she felt. Although they had freely done it, right there in front of her, she felt like a Peeping Tom, and she now tried to quietly slip off the bed before they were fully roused from their contentment. In her fantasies she'd seen herself, too, frantically frigging herself while she watched the amorous efforts of two strangers, not necessarily as perfectly matched as these two. But she hadn't even done that. Their union had seemed more like a private dance of love than a sex show, and Jane felt she was an unwelcome intruder upon the scene. She was almost off the bed before Marian's hand touched her wrist to stay her.

"Do you feel better now, dear?"

“Yes, I… At least my pussy doesn't hurt any more. But I shouldn't have watched you and I sure shouldn't have fucked Walter."

"Nonsense. You needed it and he had it to give. When you need it again, he'll be here. There'll be plenty left for me."

Jane sighed and nodded. "I know. He'll never foe able to cum in me, will he? He can only cum with you because you're the only one he loves. Isn't that right? And he'll never be able to laugh with me like he does with you. Why's that?"

"So many questions, but so much time for you to learn," said Marian.

Walter nodded sagely, and he said, "Yeah, you got plenty of time to learn, specially when you find the right guy to learn with. Meantime, you got Marian and me to keep you and love you and show you what we learned. I think you're gonna be happy here, if you try."

"I don't think I'll have to try very hard," said Jane.