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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