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
