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The Awakening of Janis part49

Wednesday, January 20th, 2010

ladies but they left their hands where they were. Peter increased the

pressure of his hands rubbing their pussy’s through their pants. He raised

his hand up to the button on Garolynn’s pants and loosened it. The zipped

almost unzipped itself as he barely had to help it. She began to rub his cock

again and he began to unbutton Janis’s pants.

Peter looked around, now, as his eyes had become accustomed to the darkness.

There were four other people in the theater, all men. They were all sitting

in front of he and the two girls. He slipped his hand inside Garolynn’s pants

and found her clit with this finger. She let out a slight moan and began to

rub his cock harder. He took his other hand and put it around Janis shoulder

and began to massage her breast, lightly pinching her nipple. Janis’s hand

began playing with Peter’s balls and the girls hands were touching at

…End of the part49. To be continued..

The Awakening of Janis part44

Friday, January 15th, 2010

Peter and Kalua for Garolynn along with various drinks for some of the others.

It was getting close to 7pm when someone suggested that they go back to the

hotel. Garolynn and Janis were beginning to exhibit small signs of

intoxication, although nothing that would be noticed except by someone like

Peter who was sitting next to both of them and had been paying close attention

to them all during dinner.

As they got in the car, Janis made sure she sat next to Peter. “I’ll keep her

away from him,” she thought to herself. The car moved away from the

restaurant and it was just a short drive to the hotel. Peter stopped at the

entrance to the hotel and, as the people in the back seat began to depart, he

asked the girls if they wanted to see a movie. The back seat was emptied as

…End of the part44. To be continued..

The Awakening of Janis part37

Thursday, January 7th, 2010

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…End of the part37. To be continued..

The Awakening of Janis part19

Friday, December 18th, 2009

the Phoenix rapist looking for a quick fix,” he giggled.

She ran to him and their lips met. He was a great kisser, she decided. His

tongue probed every cranny of her mouth and the juices from her pussy began

flowing into her panties. She loved practically everything about this man

whom she knew so little. She heard the door slam behind him and knew that

they would be loving until the next morning. She could already feel his hands

lifting her blouse from her tight pants and she knew that she could not resist

his every desire.

He worked swiftly and soon she was naked before him. The wetness was dripping

from her cunt and he lay her softly on the bed with her legs hanging over the

edge. He placed his head between her legs and she was jolted as his tongue

…End of the part19. To be continued..

The Awakening of Janis part14

Sunday, December 13th, 2009

music he did, however, she also realized that this type of music did not bring

the heat of passion to her loins as much as the previous song. They danced

several more dances before returning to the table where he gulped down some of

his beer.

She sipped on her wine and felt his leg brush hers. There were lots of

cowboys in this bar and she began to look around as they walked by their table

and onto the dance floor. For some reason, she found that she was not nearly

as taken with any of them as she had been with this man she was with. “What

does he have”, she wondered to herself. Soon, they were out on the dance

floor again moving across the floor to a slow dance. As they wound themselves

around one another, she found his hand on her breast massaging her nipple.

…End of the part14. To be continued..

The Awakening of Janis part128

Wednesday, December 2nd, 2009

that she had this hidden fear of being caught and losing her wonderful husband

and two children.

She had such mixed emotions about this affair. She had never had an affair

before and, until Peter had come along, had really never considered such a

thing. “What is it about this man that makes me willing to lose everything

that I value in my life,” she wondered. His lips had slowly worked their way

down to her nipples and he had sucked them each in his mouth and was tonguing

them both at the same time. Her tits were not that big, but he held them

together and massaged her nipples with his tongue in a manner that was driving

her wild. The warm water splashing on her back was acting like a massage as

it splashed from the shower head. Peter was on his knees now, his tongue

…End of the part128. To be continued..

The Awakening of Janis part120

Tuesday, November 24th, 2009

on a lark, and had the wildest night we’ve ever had afterward. I guess we

sort of got “caught up in it” as it were,” Peter said. “I suppose you could

say that we are “new” to anything like this and, me not being the nervous

type, I am expressing all of out fears as well as trying to make conversation.

I don’t really know what to say except we are all three concerned about

disease and would like to hear what kinds of things that you all might be

anticipating. Is that right, ladies?” “Uh huh,” Garolynn managed to stammer.

Janis just shook her head, blushing slightly.

Sue smiled at the girls and said, “Randy and I have been swinging for two

years now. We are into almost anything that doesn’t involve pain. I am bi

and so is Randy. We enjoy participating, watching and being watched. Randy

…End of the part120. To be continued..

The Awakening of Janis part12

Monday, November 23rd, 2009

Chapter 2

She loved cowboys, horses and anything western. Perhaps this is one of the

reasons she was drawn to him. She wasn’t fond of contry music but when he

suggested that they go dancing, they took her car and found themselves at one

of the larges country dancing places in Phoenix. He escorted her in the door

and found a table for them. He ordered a beer for himself and white wine for

her. “How did he know what I wanted,” she wondered secretly. “You told me

once, on the phone”, he replied almost reading her thoughts.

As the music started, he escorted her to the dance floor and brought her to

him in his arms. She wasn’t a very good dancer, but in his arms she soon

…End of the part12. To be continued..

Why did my blind date want me to meet him at Camelot 18th and M He part2

Friday, October 30th, 2009

This time I watch the next girl real close. She is obviously a pro from

another bar. Her moves are quick and sure. My date takes my hand and

whispers. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. But I want to see

you naked.” I look at him, and he has the most eager smile. How could

I turn him down? The girl finishes her act to lots of applause. She

sure did swing her pussy and ass around a lot. Is that what they want?

“Number 6.” I get on stage and look around. Small audience. As I

unbutton my blouse, I watch him. He is nodding and smiling to give me

support. Next my skirt. Oh shit. Pantyhose. Why didn’t he tell me?

I fake it by slithering around on my back. To save time, I pull my

panties off at the same time. My bare pussy is pointing right at him.

When my bra is off, I toss it to him. I know the song, and there is

lots of time left.

The cheers are pretty loud for such a small crowd. I love it. My date

has his face within reach. I kiss him, then swing around and, on hands

and knees, shove my ass in his face. He grabs my ass cheeks to hold me.

He sticks his tongue inside my pussy. Ooooooo. I flip over and bring

my knees way back. He leans over and starts licking my clit. And he

sticks a finger deep inside my pussy. The cheering is tremendous.

“Lock the Doors.” I hear someone say.

He stands up and opens his pants. His cock looks beautiful. But I

don’t get to see it for long. He climbs up with me and over me on his

hands and knees. His legs push mine apart. His lips start sucking on

my tits. Then, he kisses me thoroughly on the mouth. I feel his cock

push deep inside me. The crowd is wild. “Go! Go! GO! GO! GO!” They

are shouting, as our hips push and buck and fuck. The music is very

loud in my ears, and I start my orgasm just as the music hits its peak.

I feel his hot cum spurt inside me at the same time. The music stops.

The cheering and foot stomping is deafening.

Somebody — the manager? — comes over and squeezes my tits. And he

says, “You’re hired. How much do you want for three acts like that per

night?”

Three Way part3

Friday, October 23rd, 2009

Her tounge slid past my parted lips and found mine. Her body seemed to burn
against me, her hands cupped my behind, fondling them eagerly. I could feel
my panties were sopping wet and my tounge followed hers into her mouth. We
kept this up until we heard John coming up the stairs. John passed out some
rather large glasses of white wine and we sipped and looked at Debbie’s art.
She was really a good artist. Some of her works were landscapes but most
were of people. One amusing one was of two toddlers at the beach, sans any
swimsuits, and playing with a large beach ball. John opened a closet door
and pulled out what he called his “favorite painting”. Debbie blushed a bit
and said that John was biased. John turned the painting around and I looked
at a self portrait of Debbie, standing and nude, her long blonde hair pulled
up by her hands behind her head. It was a stunning piece of work. I looked
at her large breasts and nipples and her very blonde pussy. Her legs were
gorgeous and trim too. My pussy felt wetter than ever. I looked at Debbie
and said that she was so beautiful. She blushed and told John to show her
the other one. This was a full length nude of John, with a tremendous
erection. I whistled and told John that he made a very good model. “Debbie
had to keep me hard while she painted that. And it took her three days!”
We all laughed and Debbie blushed slightly. Why was she embarrassed? I felt
like she should be proud of her beautiful bod. We talked about painting and
of course sex for a while, then John suggested that we take a dip in the hot
tub. I was ready, the wine already relaxing me and making me feel a bit wild.
Debbie explained that she and John never wore suits in the hot tub, but that
I was welcome to wear one of hers (if it would fit that is). We let John go
into the tub first while I said I’d like to try on one of Debbie’s suits.
John went downstairs and undressed by the tub while we went into the master
bedroom. Debbie opened a drawer and told me to look through her suits and
see if anything would fit. She stepped over by the bed and stripped out of
her clothes quickly. I followed her example and quickly removed my clothes.
Now we were both naked and close to each other, and I felt myself tremble
as she came closer. Her hands cupped my breasts and kneaded them, sending a
wave of pleasure over me. I reached up to hers and felt their warmth and
their fullness. Debbie begged me to suck her nipples and I leaned forward,
thinking how exciting this was. I licked her large and dark nipples, and
sucked them the way I like it. I pinched them between my lips, and tugged
gently. Debbie moaned softly the whole time, her hips swaying and she was
breathing deeply. I guess I really got into it, and she had to pry me off
her breasts to kiss me. She kissed me hard and passionately, and I seemed
to melt against her. Her hands explored me and found my pussy. When her
fingers touched the lips of my pussy, I shuddered with pleasure. Debbie just
seemed to know what I wanted. She pushed a finger inside me and I started
to come, moaning softly into her mouth. Debbie laid me down on the bed and
began to want only lick and suck my pussy, holding my legs open wide. She
knelt on the floor and tounged me so hard that I couldn’t help myself. I
was coming so hard that I bucked and thrashed on the bed, shaking all over.
Wave after wave hit me and I was sure that the bed would be soaked. Her
tounge moved up and down between my legs and her hands touched me everwhere.
Debbie stopped and knelt on the bed next to me, and still I continued to come
for about two minutes afterwards, every time she touched me or caressed me.
I was breathing hard, and Debbie as sitting there watching me, her hand on
…End of the part3. To be continued..

Three Close Friends part2

Thursday, October 15th, 2009

the architectural styles clashed with each other. Ben’s uncle Jerome had
taken a fancy to flying buttresses, and had constructed a large stone hall
on the east wing. Ben’s father preferred a more modern style- a large
obelisk shaped tower stood opposite the stone hall. Ben’s father and Jerome
had always been at odds with each other. They were twins. As the two looked
up to the house, each got a different impression. Jane saw the lightning
glare off of the black glass of the obelisk, while Rita saw only the
brooding hall.
They reached the entrance hall, a towering stone construction that
guarded twin doors. As they broke the beam on the door trigger, the left
opened slightly, showing itself to be unlocked. Jane hugged Rita, and they
entered.
“Your soaked! Good thing I started a fire” Ben was being
artificially cheerful. Jane gave him a look as he led them into the front
room. Ben nodded and pulled out two large comforters. He tossed them in
front of the fireplace. Jane and Rita ducked underneath.
“Why? Why did he want Trisha? She’s such a bitch.” Rita and Trisha
had almost come to blows numerous times. Mainly, it was Trisha’s pompous
attitude towards anyone who she could be pompous towards. Trisha was one of
those rich type of girls without much else. She had looks, but not
personality.
“She’d be hard pressed to rub two brain cells together,” mentioned
Ben.
“Ben…” said Jane. She leaned over and whispered something into
his ear. Ben went out of the room.
“I understand….” Rita was shivering from the cold rain. Jane
hugged her closer. Rita slowly cried in Jane’s arms, her fiery red hair
mingling with Jane’s brown. They sat there for a few moments, Rita just
crying and Jane rocking her gently as she dried out.
Ben returned with three mugs. “An old family secret. Warms the
heart, soothes the soul and clears the sinuses.” Ben sat down next the
girls on the dark blue comforter and handed them their drinks.
“What is it?” asked Jane quietly.
“Just some hot chocolate.” Jane took a swallow and nearly
sputtered.
“With bourbon.” Jane winked at Ben. Rita drank some out of her mug.
Ben put an arm around her and hugged her tight.
“It’s just because she shows off her butt and tits. I can’t believe
that he did that. I loved him. I would have done anything he asked me. But
he never asked me.”
Jane got up and motioned towards the bathroom. She had drank all of
her cocoa and was obviously discomfited. Ben picked small Rita up and set
her in his lap. He stroked her hair and told her it would be all right.
Jane came back in. She reached to turn of the bathroom light and hit the
wrong switch. A screen slid out of the ceiling and a projector started to
whir.
“Ooopps…” said Jane.
“Don’t worry, you didn’t break anything. Just hit the…” The movie
started up. His parent had evidently left in a porno flick. A very well
built blond woman was slowly fucking herself with a dildo. Jane hit five or
…End of the part2. To be continued..

Three Close Friends

Wednesday, October 14th, 2009

The three were good friends, as good as friends could be. Jane and
Rita had met in the sixth grade. Ben, he had always seemed to be there,
like a brother or a cousin. He lived in a house up on the hill, the two
girls lived at the foot. They could party together, talk together, or just
be together.
Jane wasn’t beautiful, but she had a way with men. Her long, light
brown hair and ready smile attracted men. She went through boyfriends like
most people went through twinkies. It was uncommon for her to show up
anywhere with the same guy twice. Every man seemed to have a crush on her,
or have had one at one time. Rita was different; she had one boyfriend for
the past year, Chas. Chas was a football player who had originally been
going out with Jane. He was tall, dark haired and dark eyed. He instantly
entranced Rita with his charm and masculinity. Jane and Ben were afraid;
they knew Chas’s reputation and were afraid that Rita might get hurt.
One weekend, Ben’s parents had left for a week to go to Hawaii. Ben
was sitting around the house, waiting for one of his friends to call him
for a party. He was careful not to let anyone know his parents were
gone–parties were fine, but he didn’t want to clean up afterwards. His
thoughts turned to his girlfriend, Tracy. She had dumped him when she
moved. Ben tried to take it philosophically, but his heart wouldn’t let
him. He wished that his emotions were more like Jane’s. The phone rang.
“Hi?” he answered.
“Ben? Are your parents gone?” It was a measure of how close Ben was
to Jane to let her know this.
“Yeah… Why? You sound upset.”
“We need to use your house.”
“We?”
“Yeah. Chas just dumped Rita.”
“Come on over.” Ben knew what this meant. Rita was so in love with
Chas that she would probably be suicidal with grief. Rita’s parents would
be unsympathetic. A typical comment form them would be “that’s what you get
for dating a jock”. Jane’s parents were probably throwing another party.
They were great at partying. Unfortunately, they were not very quiet
parties. Ben’s house was the only place were they could console Rita.

Jane met Rita at the door. Her fair skin was red from crying. When
she entered the rainy night, the tears were lost. Jane tossed a portion of
her yellow parka over Rita’s red hair. Rita just grabbed Jane around the
shoulder. They climbed the hill to the Mansion-the house were Ben lived.
The steps that ran along the driveway were narrow and difficult to
negotiate in the sunlight, much less on a rainy night. Lightning brightened
the scene for a moment, then thunder lashed the couple. They hurried until
they reached the gate.
“He dumped me for Trisha. She has bigger tits.” said Rita.
“It’ll be all right…”
Jane punched in the code and the gates opened, revealing the final
climb to the Hofsteader Mansion. It was a large, Victorian type structure
that had been added on to each successive generation of Hofsteader. Many of
…End of the part1. To be continued..

I’ve agreed to be totally honest about this This is difficult because while part7

Friday, October 9th, 2009

“Obedient sexual slave.” The Chief was mostly amused at my losing the first bet.

I don’t know how to tell him (or if I should tell him) about the rest. About now

the Chief comes back in with a tray with some coffee cups & cookies on it. He

sets it down turns to me and says, “Unless you still have something to bet, I

expect we’re through.” Luckily I’m still blushing or the flush I could feel would

have given something away. This has definitely gotten out of hand. J, with great

ceremony, returns my shirt, which I put on while we eat our cookies and drink the

coffee. J and The Chief go to the living room. I follow, and sit v-e-r-y

carefully (J only gave back the shirt). After the cookies are gone and J is

making the “I’m on my way out” motions, he stops and asks me what time dinner is

on Friday. “Seven,” I stammer. “That would be wonderful,” he says. He gathers up

his winnings, returns my tights to me, kisses me on the cheek and saying goodbye

to the Chief, leaves. “Well you surely know how to spice up a low stakes card

game.” The Chief tells me as we go up to bed. “You don’t know the half of it!” I

think to myself. Anyway, I didn’t hear from J until Wednesday. He called me

during the day and wanted to know if we were still on for Friday. I could feel

myself redden. I duck my own embarrassment by answering only the question he

asks. I reply that sure, we’re on or something like that. As I sit there

listening to him, I’m breathing faster, becoming anxious, and at the same time,

becoming quite horny. I’ve been putting this out of my mind as if I couldn’t

quite believe that he’d appear or that anything would happen. His voice disturbs

that. While I’m dealing with these emotions, he tells me quietly that I don’t

have to have him come over. Not sure how to react, I heard myself tell him that

it was fine. Taking a deep breath, I tell him that I always pay off my debts.

…End of the part7. To be continued..

I’ve agreed to be totally honest about this This is difficult because while part4

Tuesday, October 6th, 2009

then raises J 4 more. J sees that and raises 2 more. “Don’t worry, you still

have change coming.” J assures me. The Chief calls and J wins with a full house

of twos and aces. The boss had a jack high straight. They both looked away from

the cards on the table and looked at me. This was, while interesting, not the

way I’d imagined it going. I stood again, turned my back to them and pulled the

tights off. Turning around ever so slowly (toward J, giving him a full view of

my front, he’d won after all) I dropped my tights in the pot and sat back down.

Sitting back down was almost as good as covering myself with a towel. My breasts

were still exposed, but at least part of me was, sort of, covered. J gathered in

the pot, and again handed me 10 quarters. He collected the cards, shuffled, and

after the Chief’s cut, dealt another hand. What? How was this effecting me?

Hmmm. Well, I was a bit uncomfortable, but at the same time, excited. There was

this interesting combination of danger and safety in the situation. I was with

my husband; I was in my own house; and I was naked in the presence of J who I

had known for some time, but before this, the most flirtatious I’d been was to

sit on his lap and kiss his cheek at a party. I’m sorry, I didn’t …? Oh.

Well, yes, I was wet. I was excited enough that I could tell I was wet. Yes, I

could feel it. No I didn’t touch myself at all, it wasn’t that intense that I

HAD to touch myself, but I was quite aroused. So, anyway, I’m sitting here,

completely naked and we begin playing. I win a hand, and then lose two. I end

up with two pair again and the pile gets too big for the change I have left. Now

both of them had picked three cards. That means that they drew having only a

pair each. I’m feeling that this might be a good time to try and recoup my

losses. I tell them that I want to raise one more time, but that I want J to

cover the bet with my shirt if I win. J wants to know what I’m betting. I look

…End of the part4. To be continued..

I’ve agreed to be totally honest about this This is difficult because while part15

Monday, September 21st, 2009

began to come. I tried to bear down on him, to bring him along, but I was very

… warmed up? I couldn’t wait for him. I started coming and I was loud enough

to make it very clear to him what was happening. He started to pump faster and

faster into me, pushing me along as I came. As I came down, he slowed, but kept

up the basic rhythm. I was about to start working on him when he slid out. I

made another of those incoherent sounds that was clearly something like, “Don’t

take it away.” He didn’t. The son of a bitch slid it, all slicked up into my

bottom, without a word of warning, rubbing my clit the whole time.

Having him enter my bottom kind of changed my perspective. I knew that I’d end

up going down on him, but I didn’t know how far he’d take it. When he slid into

me and then pulled out only to slide into my bottom, I knew that there were no

limits to what would happen this weekend. I mean, he’d been here less than an

hour. I like being stimulated when my bottom is taken. J certainly did that.

He’d taken possession of my clit before he’d entered me at all and he’d never

given it up. Rather than just getting the stimulation from behind, it was as if

his cock was reaching through me to rub me there. It was pretty intense. It was

also a surprise. I didn’t really expect this. I know you’ll think that is very

naive of me, but that’s how I am. I was deeply embarrassed at having gotten

caught after saying that I’d go down on him. I kept trying to find a way of

sliding out of it. What were the odds of my losing all those hands? I’m a

flirt. I am good at that. I pat men on the bottom occasionally and sit on the

odd lap (OK, a lot of laps) but this was beyond the pale. I started coming almost

as soon as He entered me. Having that strong a sensation was more than I could

bear. I’d been reasonably quiet for me at least up until then. I just started

…End of the part15. To be continued..