Jan’s Jelly Runs                by: Frances El         © 2000                   francesel@hotmail.com

 

The white plastic tabletop almost hid the sheet of lined white paper. Robin picked it up and read:

"Ray -

I've had enough of living with a guy who thinks he's a girl, and can't get better even after 5 years in therapy. Take this marriage and stuff it up your ass, like Jeff and Danny did to you. I'm leaving with Marcia, and don't try to trace us.

J."

Jan’s hands were gripping the steering wheel tightly, much more than necessary for the relatively slow speed she was driving along the Interstate. The reason was only apparent if you were driving a pickup truck in the lane to the right of the BMW, and looking intently into the small car.

Marcia’s left hand was buried between Jan’s spread thighs. Jan’s skirt was up almost to her waist, and she was not wearing panties. Marcia’s fingers were slowly applying and releasing pressure to the base of an eight inch long red jelly dildo that was fully buried in Jan’s vagina, filling her and keeping her center wet. She was driving and surfing the waves of her sexual arousal at the same time - but she hadn’t cum all day.

Marcia, meanwhile, was sitting somewhat tensely in the passenger seat, with two wires leading from her crotch over to battery packs on the seat beside Jan. The wires were attached to two different erotic devices, one in her anus and one in her vagina. The batteries supplied the power necessary to keep her entire pelvis vibrating at a slow and insistent pace. Her nipples were so hard she could feel them trying to poke through her blouse.

Jan glanced at Marcia, hearing her involuntary groan. Gently, Jan reached down and tweaked the dial on the batteries that powered the two-pronged dildo in Marcia’s pussy, slowing the vibrations some. Jan knew from experience that the slower buzzing would only tease Marcia’s clit at a lower rate, but it certainly wouldn’t stop!!

"OOOhhhhhhh," came the soft sigh, barely heard over the road noise and the soft jazz playing on the stereo. Jan slowly smiled, and continued driving.

 

Five hours later they were both so exhausted from being absolutely at the brink of screaming orgasms that Jan could no longer stand it. She knew Marcia was long gone -- and her lover’s involuntary twitching in the passenger seat was clear proof. Marcia was, in fact, spasmodically shuddering every five minutes or so, as Jan had continued to play with Marcia’s controls. She’d had to replace the batteries in the two control packs four times already, but it was worth it, to watch her lover linger so close to the edge of utter orgasmic bliss for so long.

Swinging the Beemer into the parking lot of a motel chain, Jan parked and said, "Don’t even THINK about touching these controls - or yourself. Just sit tight. That’s an order."

Marcia just moaned, softly.

Jan turned, carefully, remembering that she didn’t have panties on, and eased herself very slowly up out of the car. She really didn’t want the jelly dildo to fall out of her pussy now.

There were four men in suits getting out of a sedan just across the small traffic island from her, and all four were looking at her with undisguised interest. At 34, she was, without a doubt, a stunning woman. While not a Miss America-type beauty, Jan had that combination of facial features and body shape that made a package which held the attention of both men and women. She was the kind of woman who was almost never spotlighted, but when she was alone she was an very beautiful package. Her light brown hair, frosted with blond highlights, was cut into one of those styles that looked absolutely perfect no matter what she’d done to it. Combined with her blue eyes and almost flawless skin, Jan’s quiet demeanor would catch many men staring. She’d come to accept it as part of her being.

Immediately she realized she couldn’t just reach up under her skirt and pull out the dildo, as she’d planned. She’d have to leave it in, and go to the desk that way. Silently cursing her wild decision to forego her panties when they’d left the house, she clamped her thighs together and squatted to get her purse from behind her seat.

The pelvic gyration almost made her cum as she felt the dildo start moving out of her slippery center. She had to use her cunt muscles to VERY seriously grip that slick stick to keep it in her. As she slowly, slowly stood up, she was concentrating on flexing her inner vaginal muscles to pull the dildo back up inside her and to not cum in a moaning rush at the same time - until she suddenly realized, to her horror, that she had to pee. Her bladder’s nerves were doing an excellent imitation of an air raid siren, warbling up and down, building building and building in intensity until it was absolutely unbearable, then oh, so slowly easing off a little bit, never enough, then coming back up to full pitch.

Now she knew her only hope lay in finding the ladies room in the motel, and taking care of business immediately. Carefully she turned and walked around the traffic island, then into the main doors. She was so completely focused on her pussy and the slippery dildo in it, with the excrutiating agony of her screamingly full bladder pressing against the dildo and the dildo’s shifting mass massaging her bladder, that she didn’t even acknowledge the two men who held the doors open for her. She just went in and found the rest room.

 

With her bladder empty and the commode flushed, Jan was confronted with the dilemma of what to do with her big red dildo. She realized she’d brought her clutch purse, not her big one, so there was literally no room in it to put the big guy. Hell, there was barely enough room to put a pair of condoms!

With a sigh, she wiped the dildo off and parted her labia, then slid the red jelly pleasure pole back up inside herself. It seemed to sit okay, so she eased herself up off the commode and went to the sinks, washed her hands and put on some lipstick, then went out to the desk.

 

Back at the car, Jan opened the door and very gently eased herself down onto the leather seat. It was, of course, slick and wet from her copious secretions during the last five hours. She winced as the cold slipperiness hit her now relatively dry crotch. But she settled in and drove them around to the back.

"I’m going to walk you in, Marcia, with these two controls in my hand. I don’t want you to make a sound, do you understand?"

"OOOhhh, yes," came the almost groaned reply.

Jan got out, locked her door, then walked around to Marcia’s door. She opened it and said, "Hand me the controls."

Marcia’s left hand brought the two white battery packs up to Jan’s hand, then Marcia turned to get out of the car. Her skirt rode up almost to her waist, and Jan could clearly see the dark blue vibrator tip that came up from between Marcia’s cunt lips. It was one of those "Mr. Twister and His Bear" types, with the large dildo inside and the little nubbin that stuck out to stimulate the clitoris.

This blue tip was jammed up under Marcia’s clitoral hood, causing it to bulge out. Marcia’s very closely trimmed dark brown pubic hair only made the bulge more prominent. As Marcia stood, Jan’s finger spun the dial on the Mr. Twister to its full speed, and Marcia almost doubled over in response. She made an unintelligible sound, sort of an "Urghkt" with a gurgle mixed through it, and if Jan’s left hand hadn’t grabbed her under her right arm, she probably would have gone straight down.

Jan straightened her up, as her finger spun the control back down to low, and Marcia was sort of able to recover. Then the two of them turned and began to walk in to their room.

 

It was the usual brightly lit hallway, and their room was about a third of the way down. Marcia was so badly in need of a pee - and an orgasm to relieve the agony of sexual tension she’d been balanced on for the past five hours - that she wasn’t able to pay attention to anything. She just walked carefully along, and thus didn’t notice - or care - that Jan was holding her hand up in back, causing the two wires to lift Marcia’s skirt almost to her waist and exposing her luscious light brown naked buttocks to Jan’s horny gaze.

In the room, Jan steered Marcia to a bed first.

"Take off your skirt and shoes, Marcia."

"Jan, I REALLY have to pee, REALLY bad."

"Do you want me to turn these both up, right now?"

"Oh, God, YES - WAIT! NO! I’ll... wait, PLEASE?"

"Hurry," Jan replied.

Marcia got her shoes and skirt off, then Jan said, "To the tub, my love."

As the wired woman began walking back to the bathroom, Jan slowly increased the speed on both the anal and the vaginal vibrators. By the time Marcia was at the tub, she was quivering so hard she was almost unable to lift her foot to step in.

"Go on, baby, get in. You know you want to go," Jan urged.

"Oh, God, Jan, please, turn it down a moment, so I can at least get in, please?"

Jan spun the vaginal buzzer down a bit, and Marcia quickly lifted her right foot up and into the tub. As she was putting her foot down, Jan spun the vaginal dial up to full speed and twirled the anal dial down to low. Marcia almost visibly jerked, then instantly got her left foot in and stood there. Jan spun both dials down to almost off.

"Oh, Jan, oh, thank you, oh, my God, oh, oh, oh oh oh oh..." she said as Jan brought both dials up to full speed, slowly, together. And as both vibrators hit their top end, Marcia began to cum. And she peed herself at the same time. And she came, crying out, ending with a scream of utter release.

Finally spent, she slowly sank down in the tub, and ended on her tight little 29-year-old ass.

"Take off your blouse, baby," Jan said, and Marcia’s numbed fingers slowly got it off. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her dark brown nipples were as hard as steel jacketed bullets - with the tips bright red from rubbing against her blouse all day.

Blouse tossed out into the room, Jan leaned over and pulled gently at the wires leading into Marcia’s pussy.

"Open up, honey, time for your shower," and Marcia seemed to relax. The blue vibrator slid out of her without any resistance.

"On your knees, I gotta get the back one, too."

Groaning, Marcia slowly swung her ass up and Jan pried apart her urine-soaked cheeks.

"Push, push..." Jan urged, and Marcia managed to get the large silver bullet out of her butt.

"Okay, clean up and come to bed, babe."

Jan went into the room and took off her blouse, bra and skirt, her shoes and her thigh top stockings, then, nude, sat back against the headboard and spread her legs wide. The big red jelly dildo was still embedded in her. She began to poke at it, pushing it in and letting it ease back out, then in again. She immediately felt her arousal leap up, and she began to concentrate on moving the dildo inside herself, as her left hand unconsciously came up to fondle her nipples.

 

Marcia finished her hot shower, beginning to feel refreshed after her shattering orgasm, and toweled off. She drank several glasses of water and had a healthy shit, washed her ass and pussy again, then stepped into the room.

Eyes closed, Jan was laying on the bed, legs wide apart, her fingers working steadily at the red dildo. Marcia stepped to the bed and leaned over to suckle the nearest nipple. Jan jumped, gasped, then smiled.

"Oh, baby, it’s so good to be on our own... come, play with me..."

Marcia moved onto the bed between Jan’s thighs, and lowered herself to the pleasure at hand.

 

Jan’s post-orgasmic bliss was interrupted by two of Marcia’s fingers, still buried deeply in her ass, poking insistently at her.

"You’ve got to get up and shower, Jan. You’ll feel sooooo much better, you have to, and now is better than later..."

Finally she relented and got up, then into the shower. Marcia was right, she DID feel so much better, and when she got back to bed, she was so relaxed she just slid in beside her honey, and the two of them slept.

 

The next day found them zooming south down another Interstate, and beginning to plan what to do since they’d taken off - or eloped, as they jokingly called it. Jan knew she’d have to find some different line of work, as her former position as the head of the accounting department wouldn’t stay open long, and she could certainly forget any decent references from them. But she also knew she’d be able to get a job anywhere, even merely doing books, if necessary.

She figured she could sell the Beemer, and have money to get a used car, plus some generic clothes. She didn’t worry about her credit cards, she didn’t think Gay Ray would even think about cutting her off. And of course she had those two that were in her name only, and went to the P.O.Box, so she’d have a lot longer to pay those off.

Right now she was just looking for a very nice place to live, where she and Marcia could enjoy themselves and their bodies’ lusts. She felt a slight quiver in her cunt when she thought about how she and Marcia had become lovers, which was now almost two years ago.

*I’m finally free,* Jan thought, *I finally took action on what _I_ wanted to do!!* Somehow that one thought was more important than anything else. She realized that her "usual" personality, that of housewife, then entry level working girl, then rising through the corporate ranks to become the head of the accounting department, was now released from all those former expectations. From here she could do whatever she wanted to.

The enormity of it all plunged her into deep thought, and she drove the Beemer almost automatically.

Marcia, leaning back in the passenger seat, wasn’t worried at all about getting work, because she knew she could clean houses or offices and there was always work waiting. She could even do motels in exchange for a room, she’d done that before, too. She was so thrilled to have found Jan, because she’d NEVER felt anything like when Jan did things to her. None of the guys she’d ever been with - and there’d been a bunch - had ever done anything for her. Jan, though, well, gosh, Jan played her like a fish and kept her building, until she couldn’t stand it any more.

Like yesterday, she remembered, shivering involuntarily. Sex hadn’t ever been that good, that stretched out, that wonderful. She’d never felt like that. She was amazed to remember that Jan had kept her on the edge of that orgasm for at least five hours! She leaned forward, stretched and adjusted her breasts so her nipples would brush against her blouse more often, then shook her head at her brazen action - and lay back in her seat. She couldn’t even rate the climax she’d had in the tub last night - it was so different, yet so utterly nerve-shattering, that she was going to have to classify it separately for right now.

 

They drove all day, having started at six a.m. when Marcia had gotten up to pee. Jan had followed, they’d eaten at the restaurant just down the way, and they were off. Somewhere around noon they’d swung off and hit a fast food emporium, then gone straight back to the Interstate. Jan seemed to be fleeing the mess she’d left behind, and Marcia had nothing to hold her there, so they were two souls adrift on the four lane concrete river.

By late afternoon Jan had come to a conclusion, and decided to make plans that night. It was after 8 p.m. when they checked into the second night’s motel. She got directions to the local Wal*Mart, where she picked up some maps and the two of them bought several changes of clothes.

After a quiet evening of gentle cuddling following their showers, they slept, exhausted from the long day’s drive.

 

Over breakfast Jan outlined her plan to Marcia. They’d keep going south, then cut over to Mississippi... or Louisiana, and if they didn’t find something there, they’d keep going to Texas. She just didn’t want to go to Florida, there were too many of Ray and Jan’s friends who went there all the time which made it seem like the whole state was tainted, as far as a new start was concerned.

Marcia was happy, and looked forward to anyplace, as long as it was with Jan. She’d been raised in an inner city neighborhood, and had never been anywhere, so this entire trip was a giant adventure for her - both geographically and genitally.

In the car, Marcia asked Jan how she was doing, and after a mile or two Jan started talking about Ray and their marriage. It was as though she was clearing, sorting and cleaning out her thoughts and memories. At one point, almost screaming in her rage at Ray’s dressing up, she looked down and saw that she was doing well over 110 miles an hour, and slowed the Beemer back to the normal 70.

Soon after, she pulled into a rest area and the two of them walked around for over an hour as Jan wrestled with her feelings of anger, violation, loss of trust, loss of love, revenge, separation, and finally her growing need to dominate the man she’d married, who wanted to express himself as a woman.

At long last the majority of her tears were spent, and an exhausted Jan asked Marcia to drive. She was asleep before Marcia got the car onto the highway.

 

Mississippi’s Gulf Coast was too touristy for them. It seemed like everything was neon and tawdry, and they were turned off to the entire feel. On into Louisiana, and what looked okay at first was soon revealed to be a mosquito’s paradise: there was just no getting away from the blood sucking little devils. They continued west.

 

They drove through the rest of Louisiana, feeling as though they were still in a foreign country, and didn’t begin to feel "right" until they passed through Port Arthur, Texas. The sunlight seemed brighter, the sea breeze cleaner, and the sand along the beach looked whiter than it had so far. Following the coastal highway, they took the free state ferry across Galveston Bay from Port Bolivar, arriving in Galveston. Immediately they felt like they were "home."

A motel room, a meal, and the local paper brought them both to a really great viewpoint. There were several job openings that both of them could apply for, there were lots of apartments available at what seemed like low rents, and the ads for the local stores showed lots of clothes available at very reasonable prices.

 

The next morning they were off and running. By noon, Jan had filled out six applications for accounting/bookkeeping positions, including one at a major hotel, and Marcia had gotten her name in at four places, including the same hotel. They went back to their room and changed into casual clothes, had a light lunch and went walking along the beach at the far east end of the island.

As they walked, they talked about how they felt and how nice this city felt. The old world charm and casual approach to life appealed to them, and they were certain they’d be able to make it here.

Returning to their motel, they had two messages waiting - both from the major hotel, one for each of them. Calling back before five, they found they had interviews the next morning at 8 am.

To celebrate, they went out and had a giant seafood dinner with wine, then Jan took them driving down the Seawall Boulevard, the four lane main drag atop the seawall. At the far west end of the boulevard, they had to turn right, away from the beach, and found themselves lost in a semi-industrial area near the main port.

Just driving along, not feeling any sense of anxiety, Jan found an adult bookstore and, on a horny impulse, parked and they went in. There was a room with lots of books, magazines, and a large array of rubber, plastic, metal, battery, latex, PVC and faux fur toys.

Marcia, stunned, blushed and gasped as Jan grabbed up the largest dildos and vibrators they had. When Jan started selecting nipple clamps, handcuffs, harnesses, blindfolds, and gags, Marcia suddenly felt herself aroused and flowing, so copiously she involuntarily rubbed her thighs together and found them wet all the way down to at least her knees!

She knew she reeked of arousal, because Jan’s nostrils were flared widely and over a dozen men stood around, watching them. No one spoke as the pile of rubber and jelly adult toys grew on the counter, then the only sound was the clicking of the keys on the adding machine the clerk was using to total Jan’s purchases.

Suddenly Marcia realized she could smell Jan’s aroma, her juices must be flowing at least as fast as hers!!

The clerk looked at Jan and said, "There’s a 50% discount on these if you two go in the back and use them on each other."

Jan cleared her throat. "Urmph. Uh, we’ll be watched, won’t we?"

"Of course," he said.

"Where?" was her reply.

He asked, "Are you going to do it?"

"I want to wash these, then yes." Jan’s voice was husky with arousal.

He quickly showed her the restroom, and she went in, arms laden. Marcia stood there, in the center of the front room, her knees knocking against each other and making slight smacking noises as her pussy juice continued to flow down her thighs. The entire room reeked of her secretions.

"Eh..." she croaked. Swallowing her cottony tongue, she finally managed to ask, "Is there any water?"

The clerk pointed to a bottled water machine in the corner. She shuffle-smacked over to it and took a cup, then had several cups from the spigot. The gurgling in the bottle as the water was replaced by air was awfully loud in the utterly quiet room.

The door to the restroom opened and Jan came out, her blouse open and her bra undone.

"Where do we go?"

The clerk took some of the pile of toys from her and they started back down the hallway toward the back of the store.

"Marcia! Come here!" Jan barked, and the young girl snapped her head around. Then she followed, moving like a robot with wet thighs.

Down the hall the clerk opened a door with a key and let them into a small alcove with several hooks and a heavy black curtain on one side.

"You can leave your clothes in here," he said, flicking the overhead light on, "and through that curtain is where you go and play with all of these. Okay?"

"It’s a deal," Jan said, and pulled off her blouse and hung it with her bra on a hook. "C’mon, Marcia, I’m so horny I could cum in three seconds!"

Marcia, still scared and yet so aroused she was shaking by now, began to disrobe. Jan pulled the curtain to one side and saw a square room with shuttered windows all around it. She immediately realized that there were booths behind the shutters, and that the clerk would be back to tell them which shutters to open. The room had a regular height ceiling around the edges, and a lowered part at the center. There were hooks and rings attached to both the ceiling and floor there.

The clerk went back to the door to the front room and said, "If you want to see this live show it’s $25 each. Who’s in?"

All 17 men in the place paid their money as fast as they could get their wallets open. As they were paying, a young couple came in the front door and immediately noticed the line of men.

"What’s up?" asked the guy.

"There’s two gals who’re gonna put on a live show with a bunch of rubber toys they just bought. Can’t seem to wait," he said, a slight smile breaking on his face.

"Can we get in?" the guy asked.

"Yeah," the clerk replied, "It’s $25 for you, she gets in free."

The young man dug out his wallet and they went into the back.

The clerk then walked back to the door where Jan and Marcia were undressing, and went in.

"I’ll open the windows," he said, and went through the curtain. Inside, he walked around and opened the shutters over all the booths so every window around the edge of the room was open. He came back out.

"Okay, you’re on," he said. "Make it good, they paid good for this."

"No problem," Jan said, licking her lips.

 

Jan opened the curtain and began tossing the large pile of rubber and jelly toys out into the room. As soon as they were all out there, she took Marcia’s hand and stark naked, they stepped up into the performance area.

Near the center of the room, Jan stopped and took Marcia into her arms. Their lips met, and from there it was so natural, so wonderful, so fabulous, that Marcia didn’t remember anything but a continuous haze of bliss spiked with some of the most magnificent orgasms she’d ever had. Jan just kept using different things on her, in her ass, in her cunt, on her nipples, in her mouth, blindfolding her, gagging her, handcuffing her, tying her ankles to hooks in the ceiling, eating her, putting on the harness and fucking her with what must have been at least a twelve-inch-long red jelly cock as big around as a horse, because it kept hitting her cervix, demanding entrance into her womb... and she would gladly have opened her womb to it if she could have, it felt so good.

Somewhere in there Jan took off the harness and left that huge cock buried in her, then got her up on all fours and began tonguing her ass. Jan’s hands were prying Marcia’s cheeks apart, her tongue spearing that little brown rosette, when suddenly Jan’s fingers fastened a metal-toothed nipple clamp on Marcia’s clit.

Immediately she was lost in another orgasm, only this one was a screamer, a shrieker, a gasping shuddering moaning almost continuous orgasm, seemingly without end. The ones up to this point had been lovely, wonderful, leaving her floating on a sea of perfect sensations, but THIS ONE!! She couldn’t tell where it was and where it wasn’t, there was nothing but this overpowering feeling which swept her away and up and forever...

When Marcia’s body began to slow somewhat from its frenetic spasming, Jan unclipped the nipple clamp from Marcia’s clit, causing her to jerk into a ball, and Jan slid the huge cock out of her. Reaching behind her, Jan grabbed the rubber dildo panties, and began to put them on Marcia.

As she slid them up the girl’s legs, she heard a long loud groan from behind one of the windows. That was pleasing, she thought, at least they’re getting theirs...

At last Jan had the black rubber dildo panties all the way up on Marcia. There was a long fat dildo up her pussy, a short fat mushroom-headed one up her ass, and a nubby protrusion right over her clit. As hard as the panties had been to get all the way up to her waist, Jan knew Marcia wasn’t going to be able to get them off soon.

 

Jan now took the big 12" red jelly cock that she’d used on Marcia and separated it from the harness. She got onto her hands and knees and slid it into her pussy. It went in as though it were made for her and her alone. After a moment or two of slipping it in and out, including pushing it in so hard it hit her cervix, she slowly pulled it out. Spreading her legs wide, she positioned it at her asshole, and began working the head in.

After trying to get it past her tight little anal sphincter for what seemed like forever, she hissed at Marcia, "PSSSSSTTT!! Help me!!"

Marcia, feeling drugged, finally focused her eyes on Jan, and realized she was needed. She struggled to a kneeling position and took the big cock in her hand.

Marcia, starting to come to her senses a bit, decided suddenly that she was going for it, big time. After all, she’d been plundered and fucked, teased and screwed, for most of the last hour, and now it was Jan’s turn.

"Baby, it’s best if I just give it to you," she said, and placed the base of the huge dildo against her chest, holding the middle with her hands. With the head almost into Jan’s asshole, Marcia suddenly lunged forward, plunging the entire foot of firm yet pliable molded jelly into the violated sphincter muscle. Jan screamed, in pain and in shock, and tried to jump forward, but Marcia’s hands had already let go of the cock and grabbed her hips. Jan was impaled, pure and simple, butt-stuffed and anally screwed.

Marcia quickly moved her hands up to Jan’s breasts, then pulled her lover upright on her knees. She slipped the velcro handcuffs on her and hung the strap between Jan’s wrists over the ceiling hook, leaving her front exposed to everyone on that end of the room. Reaching down, she grasped the end of the huge cock, and began to pull it out. You could see Jan’s belly flattening as the huge mass of jelly eased out of her intestines.

Then Marcia began shoving it back into her. Jan’s belly bulged obscenely, and Marcia rotated it so the head jumped and kicked like a baby’s foot inside the older woman’s lower torso.

Burying the huge cock in Jan, Marcia reached around and picked up the nipple clamps, adjusted them down to their tightest setting, then reached around to Jan’s front and clamped both erect nipples at the same time. Jan’s gasp and involuntary jerk brought several loud orgasmic groans from behind the glass windows.

Marcia got a pair of nylon-and-velcro straps from the toy pile and attached them around Jan’s knees, then pulled the woman’s thighs as far apart as she could. Now Jan was suspended mostly from the strap between her wrists, and she was just barely able to take some of her weight on her knees.

Marcia picked up an electric vibrator, then plugged it into an outlet near the center of the room. She picked up a pair of clamps and carefully attached them to her own nipples, then lay down on her back and scootched forward until her head was between Jan’s thighs. Finding herself too low, she pulled over several dildos and other toys until her head was propped up far enough to allow her tongue ready access to the pussy lips of her dearly beloved Jan.

And she started. Very, very slowly at first, with little butterfly kisses, warm breaths against Jan’s swollen and bright red labia, making the running pussy juice turn cold. Then she decided to just do an hour of this, as both a reward and as revenge.

Jan knew almost as soon as Marcia slid forward between her thighs that it was going to be a long, long time until she had another orgasm. And all she could do was shiver and shake, tremble and quake. This was a position she really didn’t like to be in - at the mercy of someone else - but she had begun to trust Marcia some and was still so fucking horny she couldn’t believe it.

Now, as Marcia’s tongue began to play with her pussy lips, Jan suddenly became aware of the faces at the windows of the booths!! My God!! She could see their faces!!

A wave of embarassment and shame slammed into her. She was shocked into the awareness that she was performing in a sex show!! And she was doing it for money - the 50% discount on the toys she was buying!

The realization of her exposure tripped her up, and she was swept into yet an orgasm so powerful she threw her head back and screamed - long, loud, and utterly gut-wrenching. And she fainted from her orgasm for the first time in her life!

Marcia knew she hadn’t done enough to get Jan off yet, and didn’t know what it was that caused Jan to scream like that. She HAD grabbed the foot long rubber schlong in Jan’s ass and pumped it in and out as soon as she’d realized that Jan was coming, really big time, and that probably helped. But when Jan quieted, Marcia just slid the long dildo back up into the asshole that was stretched open above her face and went back to nibbling and licking the delicious cunt she had her mouth fastened on.

Jan came to slowly, realized where she was, and what was happening to her. She shook all over again, then knew she’d just have to make the best of it - because no matter what she said, Marcia wouldn’t quit. She was hung up here until she came, again, screamingly, and/or Marcia’s tongue stopped from utter fatigue.

She began to look around at the faces in the windows. For some perverse reason, she wanted to see who was seeing her.

And she saw men’s faces, one after another, as they leaned forward or back, stared or just gazed. Until she got to the far corner, where there were two faces! That was a woman! Then, as Jan’s eyes strained to see through the glare on the glass, she saw the woman’s head move down.

*Oh My God!!* Jan gasped. *She’s doing the guy!!* And she watched, her eyes riveted on the man’s face, their eyes staring at each other. She knew he was looking into her very soul, seeing her as a purely sexual being, a pure cunt, and he stared at her until his features contorted into that rictus showing orgasm - or pain. Funny how they were so close, pleasure and pain.

Then the door in the back of the booth opened, and she saw the woman’s figure leave. She was nude. And in a moment, the door in the booth to the left opened, and she talked to the occupant. The woman stepped in, the door shut, and her face dropped below the window.

Jan was so inflamed now she couldn’t help herself! She was helplessly hung up in a live sex show in Galveston Texas with a twelve inch red jelly dildo stuffing her back passage, her clit was being eaten by her beloved Marcia, and she was watching a woman giving either blow jobs or hand jobs to the men in the booths who were watching her get eaten!! She went into a slow rolling continuous orgasm, one peak after another, where her hips jerked every time she came and her clit just grew more and more sensitive.

Finally she couldn’t see any more. Lost in a sea of pure raw nerves and absolute sensation, she hung limply from her wrists and let her hips jerk of their own accord.

Marcia finally realized that Jan wasn’t going to blast off like she’d hoped. And she’d gotten herself off three times, using the vibrator, as she lay there eating Jan. Exhausted, she slowly stopped forcing her tongue to slide across Jan’s clit, and let her mouth close.

 

It was fully twenty minutes before she had the strength to move, and slowly managed to get herself up off the floor. She heard movement, and noticed the clerk closing the shutters over the booth windows.

"An absolutely magnificent show, ladies," the clerk said. "Absolutely magnificent. So magnificent, in fact, that I was able to get twice the fee by going around after your partner finished you, and so everything you have here is free, plus another box full of goodies up front. You really made today’s take good!"

Marcia nodded, numb, and finally said, "Can you help me get her down?"

The clerk stepped over and undid the knee straps, then got behind her and put his arms around Jan. Marcia didn’t even care that his hands were gripping Jan’s breasts. He picked Jan up enough that Marcia was able to undo the wrist straps, and get them off the hook. Then he lay Jan down on the floor and left the room, going back to the register.

 

It was another half hour before Jan was anywhere near coherent enough to be able to stand up. Marcia, wearing her black rubber dildo panties and putting on her blouse, went up front and got a couple of bags, then came back and put the toys and Jan’s purse in them. She got Jan’s blouse and panties on her, pulled the back of her panties up into her ass crack to hold the huge dildo in, then managed to get Jan’s skirt sort of fastened around her waist. Shoes were hopeless, and she just tossed them into one of the bags.

The clerk got three customers to help. The bags from the back were carried by one guy, another one got his arm around Jan’s chest and half carried her out, and the third guy carried the extra box of goodies and helped Marcia, too.

They got the toys in the back of the Beemer and Jan into the passenger seat, and there were smiles as they let her lay back. Her skirt was at her waist, with her panties pulled up so tightly her still-highly inflamed labia were poking through the sheer nylon. Marcia didn’t care, she had to wake up enough to drive them back to the motel.

 

Morning came all too early. The wake up call from the front desk jarred them both awake at the same time, and Jan grabbed the phone as Marcia scurried off toward the bathroom.

Putting the phone down, Jan saw Marcia coming back toward her.

"I can’t get these off!! What’d you do? Glue them on me? HELP!"

Jan shook her head and sat up on the edge of the bed, wincing as she felt the huge jelly dildo that was still buried in her butt. She motioned Marcia over and began the lengthy process of peeling the black rubber panties off. As soon as the bulk of the latex was down at Marcia’s crotch, things seemed to ease somewhat and Jan was able to pull the two attached dildos out of Marcia’s cunt and asshole. As she continued to push the panties down, the two protuberances wobbled around obscenely between Marcia’s legs, until at last the younger woman was able to step out of them.

"Thank you!!!" was all Marcia said as she raced for the bathroom, then there was the sound of water flowing so fast and hard it sounded like a hose shooting full force against a sheet of tin. A couple of heartfelt groans later, the commode flushed and Marcia stepped out of the bathroom.

"Do you need help, honey?" she asked.

Jan shook her head, then nodded, then dazedly closed her eyes and let her face fall into her hands.

"Sweet Jesus, what the hell did we do last night? I must have been completely out of my mind to put on a show like that!"

"Oh, my God, Jan, it wasn’t bad!! It wasn’t like you could see them, y’know? And they WERE behind the windows."

Jan just groaned, then said, "Help me up, I’m still stuffed. Is this just the one you shoved in me last night?"

"Yeah, I couldn’t get it out when we got back, and since I couldn’t get my dildo panties off, I figured you’d enjoy that ass cock."

"C’mon, help me up."

Marcia got her up, and Jan did her imitation of a cow pissing on a flat rock. Then there was the sound of that huge rubber cock thumping into the tub, followed by a long groan, and Marcia knew Jan was shitting to beat the band.

At last the commode flushed, and the shower started. Fifteen minutes later, Jan stuck her head into the room and said, "Your turn."

 

Dressed, made up, and lightly breakfasted at a small restaurant next to the motel, the two novice porn stars walked into the personnel department at The Sands Hotel. The receptionist led Marcia back right away, then five minutes later she took Jan back to an office.

The man sitting there looked up at her and they both jerked in recognition! He was the man she’d stared at through the booth window last night!! Her heart leapt into her throat, and she knew she wouldn’t get this job, and they’d have to move on down the line. She felt as though she’d been gut shot.

She nearly fell into the chair in front of his desk.

"Good, uh, good morning, Ms., uh, Hamilton. How are you doing, uh, today?" he managed to say.

Jan was speechless. This man had seen her hanging from a ceiling hook in an adult book store, getting fucked and eaten, ravaged and ravished. She knew he’d seen her plunder, fuck and screw Marcia, and she knew that it was very clear to everyone by the way she and Marcia had acted that they’d done this before. There were no secrets. She felt utterly ashamed of what she’d done the night before. She rued the lusts that had swept her away. She regretted it all, and trembled at the thought that maybe she wouldn’t be able to work anywhere, after all.

"Here, let me help," he said, and got up. He went over and shut his office door, stepped over to the desk and grabbed her application, and sat in the chair next to Jan. "Your application shows that you’re certainly very highly qualified for this position, but without decent references I really can’t do much for you. I can only put you in at a lower position and trust that you’ll show enough professionalism to warrant a speedy promotional track. I’m sure you understand."

In shock, more than anything else, Jan heard him, and knew that he was absolutely correct. She herself had turned away applicants to her own department when they were unable to provide clearly positive references from their last three employers. Suddenly she regretted turning those people away.

And she knew she’d get the short end of the stick here, too.

His next words proved her right.

"I can offer you an hourly compensation above minimum wage, and a provisional employment package, which is to say that you get a three month review and a six month review, and assuming you pass both of those with excellent marks, you’ll receive benefits as though you’d been hired as of your original start date."

Her mouth was completely dry. It felt as though she’d eaten six pounds of cotton balls for breakfast. She wondered what kinds of favors he’d expect...

As if reading her mind, he said, "I don’t expect any favors. What happens outside here is no one’s business except one’s own. If, however, that business affects what goes on here, then it’s a matter that must be addressed. Do I make myself clear?"

She was able to nod, but she wasn’t able to swallow. She knew her face was bright red.

"Do you want the job?"

She nodded.

"Why don’t you plan on starting Monday? If you’ll go see Donna at the front, she’ll get you an i.d. card and you can fill out all your paperwork."

Jan nodded again, and knew she was going to need some time in the restroom, repairing some of her confidence.

"I hope you have a rewarding experience working here at The Sands Hotel."

Jan got up and as she turned toward the office door, he said, as though reading her mind, "The ladies room is to your right, take your first left and it’s on the left."

She nodded again, and went out.

 

There were no tears in the restroom. There was only an explosion of diarrhea, her bowels completely liquid and cramping as she blew out everything she’d eaten. It was all she could do not to throw up at the same time.

*My God!* she thought, *What the HELL did I do? Just because I was horny I completely ruined my chances at a decent job! And I KNOW I won’t make it past the six months’ review - they’ll find something to get me out of here. Can’t have a porn star working at The Sands!!*

But all she could do was go forward. They needed cash and she couldn’t handle cleaning rooms. In fact, it had been so long since Jan had actually cleaned any part of her home that she wouldn’t know how to start. She shook her head in disgust.

*All I really know is accounting,* she thought, *and probably not enough of the day-to-day kind to work at most smaller places. With the computer software I was using before, I’d be lucky to remember which side of a balance sheet something’s supposed to be entered on.*

Sighing at last, she managed to clean her crotch and demand that her stomach not try heaving again. She got up and headed for the motel.

And stopped herself short in the parking lot. She had to wait for Marcia. So she opened the car doors and sat down in the sunbaked interior, and slowly began to wilt.

 

Half an hour later she realized she couldn’t handle this overheated humidity any longer. Taking what little pride she had left in her hands, she closed the car and went back into the personnel office.

The receptionist was helpful, and got someone on a portable radio. It was made clear that Marcia would be back at personnel in twenty minutes.

Jan sat and cooled her heels, fearing another meeting with the man who’d seen her on display. But he didn’t come out, and she sat quietly, and finally Marcia came out.

On the way to the car, Marcia bubbled, "I GOT IT!! And I’m a Supervisor!! I start tomorrow, I’m salaried, and I’ve got over 30 people under me! I’m in charge of all the room floors! And after my three months’ review they want to move me into being in charge of the Convention and Banquet Department! That would mean I could go anywhere and have a GREAT job!! OH MY GOD!! I’m sooooo HAPPY!!!"

She continued blabbering, spewing details about what she’d learned and was looking forward to, until they got back to the motel room. It wasn’t until they were inside that she noticed Jan’s funk.

"Hey! What’s the matter, Baby? You certainly don’t look like you’re doing too good. Didn’t you get the job?"

Jan finally let loose the tears that had been building in her. Between the tears and her trying to make sentences and her sobs, Marcia got the idea that Jan had been found out for her appearance at the adult store last night.

"And, and, [sob], and, he said he [sob], couldn’t offer, [sob], me much over [sob] minimum wage and..." she stopped trying to talk again, and just cried.

"Oh, Baby!! I’m so sorry!! I didn’t know!"

They went back and forth, Marcia prying for details, Jan stuttering them out, until the full story had been pieced together. And utterly exhausted, Jan fell asleep in Marcia’s arms.

 

It was 4:30 that afternoon when Jan finally woke. She needed to pee, and as she fumbled her way to the bathroom she realized she was starving. As she left the bathroom, she woke Marcia and they got into some casual clothes to hit a fast food emporium.

Later they went walking on the east end beach, and Jan’s mood was as gray as the late evening’s haze. She’d sniffle some, then rage, then moan in anguish, and finally settle down, only to start the whole cycle all over again just 100 feet further down the coast.

It was after 10 p.m. when Marcia sensed that Jan was completely exhausted, and they headed back to the car. Marcia had to be at the hotel at 8 a.m., to prep for the day, and needed time to get up, showered, dressed, and over there. Jan quickly saw it was going to be a minor pain, juggling their transportation schedules. She resolved to find an apartment as soon as possible.

Marcia put Jan in a hot shower and then dried her off, and got her into bed. Half an hour’s slow caressing relaxed the stressed woman enough that she fell asleep in Marcia’s loving arms.

 

After she dropped Marcia off the next morning, Jan got the Galveston paper and went looking at apartments. The only ones near the hotel were rather expensive, she thought, especially after she did the math on their combined incomes. Yet she knew there were always those places that weren’t advertised, and were found only by going up and down the streets.

It was right after she turned into an alley - which was really just like a narrow street - that she saw the small "Apartment For Rent" sign on the side of an old two story, two car garage. The sign was tacked on just below one of those rainbow-colored signs, which Jan not long ago had learned was the symbol for gay people to declare themselves. Encouraged, she parked in the little turnout and went up the solid wooden stairs which led up to a small landing.

The door itself was solid wood, so there was no way she could see in. On the door was a small card, which read:

"Furn 1BDR 1BA Sitting/Kitchntte, gas stove, fridg, closet. 6 mo lease w/month-to-month after. 961-1204 eves for details."

She noticed there was no price listed, and felt frustrated, but wrote down all the info. Then it was downstairs, back into the car, and onward.

The rest of the morning brought no more leads. She stopped in a small cafe for a sandwich and found it to be a lot like the cute little yuppie places she’d loved back home. The aroma of fresh brewed coffee and baking pastries filled the air, stirred by slowly turning ceiling fans. And, sure enough, there were a lot of alternative newspapers in small bins. She found two that looked like they were targeted to the gay/lesbian market. The bulletin board also got a thorough going-over (nothing of interest there), and as she ate her sandwich she scanned the newspapers.

After eating, she left and went for a drive, heading west along the seawall boulevard, then swinging off onto a state highway, which followed the beach. It was a beautiful day, sunny, breezy, with a faint haze on the horizon. A few miles out, there was a state park on the right, but she found out there was an admission fee, and she’d really rather come here to explore with Marcia, so she headed back. There were some turn-outs along the coast side and she pulled into one, then followed the sandy path over the dunes and onto the beach.

And walked, thinking, feeling, trying to come to grips with her situation. All she could see was that it wasn’t her fault, it was more like Ray’s fault, for starting this whole thing. She’d been willing, no, more like actually looking forward, to spending her life married to him, putting up with the normal stuff marriages seemed to bring, and then he... she... whatever "it" wanted to be called, decided to blow her trust like that. And destroy their marriage.

*In a way,* she thought, *I really ought to call him and make him send money. But I don’t want him knowing where I am now.*

Disgusted with herself again, she looked up and realized she had no idea where she was - and Marcia needed to be picked up at 5! Not knowing what time it was - she’d left her watch in the room - she figured she’d just check the dashboard clock.

She turned and headed back, searching for some clue to find the path between the dunes where she’d come out. Truthfully, she had no idea how far she’d walked, or what the path had looked like on this side. And the further she walked, the more the paths looked the same!

Finally she just chose a path and went through, coming out on the edge of the highway. And there was absolutely no sign of her car. There was no sign of anything, to be honest, just the highway, the sand, and the weeds growing on the sand.

Despairing from her emotional travail and unresolved anger, Jan decided the best thing was to flag someone down. It took five minutes: three cars and a dump truck went by, then a pickup with two guys pulled over.

"Hi," Jan said. "I’ve lost my car. I parked somewhere along here and I have no idea where, I just went walking on the beach. Um, do you know where the state park is?"

"Oh, yeah, it’s back there about four, maybe five miles. You aren’t parked way down there, are you?"

"Um, I’m not sure how far this side of it I am. I wasn’t paying too much attention to distances..." her voice trailed off.

"Hey, look, get in and we’ll take you back down there. You look pretty parched." The passenger had opened his door and gotten out, and took her arm.

Jan felt slightly uneasy, but realized she didn’t have many options. She let herself be helped into the truck, and the guy got in beside her.

Sitting between the two men, she held on as they U-turned and headed toward her car. Almost immediately the passenger offered her a beer.

She didn’t want one, but it was cold, there was condensation running off it, and she was soooo thirsty...

By the time they got down to her car, made another U-turn and stopped in the small parking lot, she was nearly through with the beer - and REALLY feeling it. She was far more dehydrated than she’d realized.

But the guy on her right could clearly see that she was already nearly drunk. As he helped her down from the truck, she staggered, then fell into him. He laughed.

"Baby, we’re gonna have to drive your car into town for you. You won’t be able to get a mile down the road in this condition."

"Ah, Ah, no, Ah’m, itsch, no, jush need resht..."

"Well while you’re resting, why don’t you rest on this?" he said, with a leer, and turned her around so she was lying face down on the truck seat. He reached around in front of her, undid her waistband, and yanked her jeans and panties down to her knees.

The sound of a zipper was followed quickly by her yelp of surprise as his boner jabbed at her cunt. She was dry, and he said, "Shit."

Reaching over to the small styrofoam cooler, he pulled out one of the last beers and rubbed its condensation moisture on her labia, then tried entering her again. He got about halfway in, and began rocking back and forth, grunting.

Jan wasn’t really all that drunk that she didn’t know exactly what was happening, but was just too confused and tired to do anything about it. When she tried to reach back and push her attacker away, the driver grabbed her wrists and held them together with one hand, while he unzipped his pants and pulled his meat out with the other. He was stroking himself slowly while his buddy plunged in and out of Jan’s cunt.

In spite of herself, Jan suddenly became extremely aroused and gave the rapist the lubrication he needed to ram all the way into her, then begin stroking long and hard. She could feel the truck rocking as he plundered her pussy. Her nipples, suddenly hard, rubbed against the seat through her bra and blouse, just enough to make her even wetter.

*Oh, God, this isn’t what I wanted,* she thought, *this isn’t supposed to be happening...*

But it was. And she was moaning, groaning, then begging him to ram it in her deeper, harder, and make her come. She was so aroused she came twice, the first with a load cry and the second with a scream of release.

Just a matter of moments later the fucker came in her, deep and hard, and held her hips tightly against him until he caught his breath. Pulling out, he used a rag off the pickup’s floor to wipe himself clean.

Looking over at the driver, he said, "Sloppy seconds, Jack?"

"No, think I’ll give her something else to drink," and he moved over to the center of the bench seat, pushing at Jan’s head.

The passenger grabbed Jan’s hair and pulled her up so she was clear of Jack’s leg, then he forced her head down into Jack’s lap. Confronted with the obvious, she groggily turned her face away, until Jack’s hand in her hair convinced her, painfully, that she needed to do him, too.

Opening her mouth, she began what was probably only her fourth or fifth blow job in her life. And smelling his sweaty crotch, she remembered why, almost gagged, then felt her head slapped down onto his cock again. In her attempt to breathe, she decided she’d best just try to get it over with.

The passenger hadn’t pulled up her panties or jeans, and now pushed them all the way to her ankles, then worked them off over her shoes. He put the garments on the hood of the Beemer, and leaned up against the side of the sports car.

*The view don’t get much better’n this,* he thought, as he watched Jan’s ass wobble around while she was giving Jack his blow job. Her cunt lips winked at him as she tensed and relaxed, pumping her head up and down on Jack’s penis. He was drinking the beer he’d pulled out to wet her cuntlips with, and was feeling right nice for an evening after work. *Hell,* he thought, *LIFE don’t get much better’n this!*

 

Jack came in her mouth, hard, right after his hands rammed her head almost all the way into the seat. She did her best not to gag, swallowing as hard and fast as she could so she could breathe. At long last he quit, and she instinctively sucked him clean as she brought her head up.

"That was great, darlin’," Jack said huskily. "First blow job I’ve had since I married Dora, five kids ago. Thanks."

He moved back over to the driver’s seat, and the passenger came over. Grabbing Jan’s shoulders, he pulled her up off the seat and out of the truck, then walked her over to the car. When he started to lean her up against it, she acted like she was going to sag to the ground, so he moved her around to the hood and half-lifted her up on it. She lay there, her thighs spread, her head flopped back on the windshield, her neatly trimmed dark brown cunt hair blowing in the ocean breeze. Her only saving grace came in that her car was pointed away from the highway, although that really didn’t help much - she was easily seen from either side for a long way. It just wasn’t apparent that she was nude from the waist down - most passing vehicles would assume she was wearing bikini bottoms and merely sunning her legs.

The passenger got into the truck and the two men drove away.

 

Jan must have dozed some, because when she came to her mouth was so dry she almost would have drunk a cup of her own pee just to cut the cotton. But she had nothing with her, and she DID have to pee, so she slithered off the car’s hood and squatted down by the front tire, and let loose.

She found her panties and jeans, then pulled them on. As she did so, several horns were honked at her, but no one stopped. She didn’t know what she’d have done if they had.

She got into the car and looked at the dashboard clock, then realized she was already fifteen minutes late to pick up Marcia! Carefully easing the car onto the highway, she put the windows down to get fresh air to hopefully clear her head. She was feeling somewhat better by the time she got to the hotel.

She had to wait ten minutes for Marcia, who came hurrying out, apologizing profusely for being late. The wait had given Jan time to begin to feel really bad about being raped, and her mood was rapidly deteriorating.

Marcia immediately felt Jan’s mood, and went around the car to the driver’s side. She got Jan out and around to the passenger seat, then drove them to a small cafe she’d learned about from her supervisor. Over a light meal, Jan refused to talk too much about what had happened that day, but then remembered that she had the phone number from the garage apartment.

Calling, she made arrangements to see the place in twenty minutes. Marcia paid for their meal and drove Jan, following her directions, to the alley.

 

At the top of the stairs, the two women found the door open, and an older woman with short-cropped salt and pepper hair inside.

"Hi, I’m Fran," she greeted them. "And you are...?"

Introductions made, she showed them the two rooms, the bath, and the small but quasi-adequate closet, and gave them the complete run down on utilities. Both women tried the queen size bed, finding it just right, not too soft or too hard. A well built table and four sturdy chairs plus a comfy sofa made the front room very livable.

Fran told them what was expected, and asked if they were interested. When they told her they were both hired at the Sands, her mood changed, and she waived their deposit.

"You’re close enough here you can walk to work, and it’s a very pleasant six blocks," she said. "My partner and I go over there some evenings for dinner, they have a lovely restaurant with excellent food."

With that they went over to the house, and were given a tour of the main floor. The two women were utterly astounded by the entrance, which featured a grand staircase with a flared bottom landing in the entry hall. It was one of the old Victorian homes, built several years before the 1900 hurricane, and had apparently held up very well. Fran told them she and her partner (she didn’t give a name) were slowly refinishing the interior, one foot of ancient cracked blackened varnish at a time.

"Thankfully, this old varnish comes off with rubbing alcohol, steel wool and a LOT of elbow grease. It does the least damage to the wood, most of which is ancient heart pine, and the alcohol doesn’t do much damage to the environment."

After they signed the lease agreement, Jan and Marcia went back to the garage apartment. They looked the place over in the fading light of the evening, and felt very good about getting their very own home.

But back at the motel, Marcia sensed something was wrong with Jan, and tried to get her to talk about it. Jan, who didn’t want Marcia upset, wouldn’t talk, and finally they let it drop, Marcia thinking it was more unresolved stuff about Ray and/or Jan’s job. Jan took a long hot shower, promising herself to buy a disposable douche the next day, and that night they cuddled and caressed themselves to sleep.

 

The sun rose on Wednesday. Jan dropped Marcia at the hotel, then scurried to get the utilities changed into their names, packed their things and checked out of the motel, made sure the refrigerator was chilling properly, went for groceries, made sure the window unit air conditioner was cooling the apartment during the hot and humid afternoon, and started cleaning the apartment, starting with the bathroom.

It wasn’t until she was cleaning the kitchenette that she unpacked the last three bags from the supermarket and found her disposable douches. She went in and flushed herself out, filling the applicator with warm water twice more and giving herself just a bit more cleansing.

She knew all too well that if she were going to get pregnant, she’d already be fertilized. So it was a great relief to find herself having to dig for a tampon before she had to go get Marcia.

 

At the hotel, Marcia came out, tired and happy.

"I’m really fitting in here. I LIKE this supervising, I seem to have a natural way with people," she told Jan over their evening meal of large chef’s salads Jan had made and chilled. "I never thought of myself as a supervisory type, and never really gave any thought to being in charge of an operation, but this, well, this is so EASY!" she exclaimed. "Around ten I had to settle what I later found out was a long-running feud between three people. I made a decision that all three of them could live with - then I told them that if any ONE of them started any shit, that ALL THREE of them were fired, immediately, and that they’d never work in this town again. I made it really clear. They knew I was going out on a limb, making the arrangements I did, and they all three understand exactly what I mean.

"Of course, they’re the first, and if they DO try anything, I’ll have to follow through and fire them. AND make sure I keep tabs on where else they try to work, and put in the word there. I really don’t want to fire them, they’ve been there a long time and really have the routine down, but their troublemaking has been causing way too much grief in the entire staff. So, I’ve make the decision, now we see what they do."

Marcia was firm and in control. It was a new feeling for her, and she was literally flying on the sensations of power. She finished her salad, had a second glass of wine, and asked Jan how her day had been. As the two lovers caught up with each other, Marcia became aware of an undercurrent of unease in Jan. After several different attempts to get to the root of Jan’s feeling, Marcia realized that Jan was feeling lonely! All the signs were there, and Jan had been working hard to make this apartment a home for them!

It wasn’t long before she had managed to get Jan to the sofa, into a soft and comforting cuddle, and then begin kissing and whispering sweet things into her hair. Soon Jan’s arousal was telegraphed by her distinctive scent, and Marcia decided to give her girlfriend a very relaxing time.

In the bedroom, the string dangling between Jan’s legs told Marcia some of why her lover was so moody, but there was also the sparkling wetness in her panty crotch that told of the need to be pleasured.

Undressing the two of them, one item from Jan, then the same item from herself, Marcia got the playing field ready. Jan, her nipples as hard as rocks and her entire crotch wet, was already writhing on the bed, her pelvis bucking up sporadically. Marcia reached down and pulled out the tampon. She walked into the bathroom and flushed it, then grabbed an old towel, and returned to the bedroom.

By now Marcia’s pussy was well lubed, and she was wet all the way to her knees. She knew she was in charge here, and she planned on really doing Jan well. At the foot of the bed, she leaned forward, raised Jan’s hips to allow the towel to slide under her, and moved toward her lover on her hands and knees.

Their lips met with an electric spark, making both their hearts jump. Then their tongues met and it was time to be serious about this passion that was raging.

Marcia, for all intents and purposes, drove. She drove her tongue into Jan’s mouth, she drove her lips and tongue all over Jan’s neck and breasts, she drove her lips into Jan’s armpits (Jan’s squealing and gasps of "No! No! No more, Please!" were ignored), she drove her hand up and down Jan’s thighs and cupped her pussy, ran her fingers through Jan’s mohawk of pubic hair, then as she almost bit Jan’s left nipple, she drove two fingers into Jan’s pussy. Deep.

Jan came, groaning, with a soft scream of orgasmic delight. She was swept up in the sensations and feeling washed clean of the rape she’d suffered, and now was remembering the intense closeness and love she felt for Marcia. She was reveling in the sensations of being made love to, instead of making love to someone else, or of having to be the dominant aggressor like she’d had to do for Ray. Or Robin, as he thought of himself.

Shaking her head, she dismissed Ray and let herself sink down into the warm sea of pleasure Marcia was creating all around her. And realized that Marcia’s tongue was plunging into her pussy! Just knowing that her lover was eating her while she was on her period inflamed her so hard and fast that her hips flew up off the bed as she stiffened into an arch with only her heels and her scalp touching the mattress. She was held there, quivering spastically, as Marcia continued lapping and tonguing her clit and cunt.

Until finally Jan simply collapsed, and nearly passed out.

 

Marcia slid her tongue out of her mouth, tasting Jan’s secretions and menstrual fluids.

*This isn’t bad,* she thought, *at least not as bad as what I’d THOUGHT it would taste like.* And making sure that Jan’s crotch was still centered on the old towel, she sat back to look at her temporarily exhausted lover.

Thinking about what felt good to her, she decided to turn the tables on Jan, and put her in the position of receiving. As a gift for all the wonderful things Jan had done for her, this was the best she could do in return. She got up and went looking for some suitable items.

 

Jan awoke to the feeling of very soft lips nuzzling her neck, and when she tried to open her eyes, she felt something tied over them. Her hands - and her feet - were tied to the corners of the bed, so she was spread-eagled. She could feel the cool air from the window unit, and knew she was nude.

"Marcia?" she said, afraid.

"Ssssssshhhh, baby, just relax and enjoy. This is Your time, let me pleasure you," came Marcia’s voice, as soft as silk and smoother than warm water. And those lips followed her words.

Jan felt those lips work their butterfly magic all over her neck, her ears, her lips - OH! Her lips! That tongue dipping into her mouth! - then it became harder to identify where the lips were, whether that touch was from lips or fingertips or tongue or something else, and soon she simply surrendered to the feelings.

She’d never let herself be at the mercy of anyone else before. When she’d first met Ray, she’d been in charge of everything... especially what was touched, when, and for how long. She hadn’t ever let herself loose to the sensations of sex.

And now she was becoming lost in that sea of nerve endings, caught in the tide of ups and downs and always that constant wetness here, there, then over there, then a little breath that made one of those wet spots cool, then a hot breath here, then... then... then... a huge wave came, picking her up and smashing her down, down, down, into its foamy roaring depths, then flinging her up so far she could see herself flying above the sea, like a gull, then plummeting into that vast ocean of utterly magnificent feelings, all over again...

 

Marcia held Jan’s thighs gently until her lover stopped shaking, then got up and went into the kitchen. Returning with a soft drink cup full of cool water, she put it next to Jan’s neck and poked the straw into her mouth. Jan drank thirstily, pausing several times to gasp for air, and finally she whispered, "Enough."

Marcia finished the water and put the empty cup beside the bed, then started running her fingers up and down Jan’s calves.

"OOOOoooooohhhhh, baby, please, let me rest..." came from Jan’s mouth, but Marcia’s hands didn’t stop.

After having an orgasm just from Marcia kissing the backs of her knees, Jan lay limp on the bed, her hands and legs outstretched. Marcia sat in a chair at the foot of the bed, wearing a pair of thong panties - to keep light pressure on her pussy lips - and thinking. All the wild and wanton things Jan had done to her in the two years they’d been lovers were tumbling around in her mind, as she searched for one way to really blow Jan’s cookies.

Then she remembered the sex shop show. And knew immediately what she was going to do. She put two of the four pillows under Jan’s ass, with the towel on top of them, and made sure Jan’s ankles were still securely tied to the corners of the bed.

Having decided to give Jan a good hump, she grabbed the twelve-inch red jelly dildo and lubed it up - good - with KY jelly. When it glistened with droplets of the slippery stuff, she leaned forward and started breathing gently on Jan’s pussy lips. When the moisture appeared again, she used her finger to slide the juice down toward the little brown rosette below.

Soon she had the lower area slick with Jan’s pussy juice, so she got up onto the bed on her knees between Jan’s legs and carefully aimed the gigantic red jelly missle at her lover’s anal muscle.

And pushed.

Jan screamed, in surprise, fear, pain, shock.

And screamed again in a moment, but now in ecstasy. Marcia had slid the huge super snake up into Jan’s butthole, all the way, so the balls at the bottom were slapped up against her ass cheeks. Jan’s lower belly bulged obscenely as Marcia began to work it in and out of that tight little ass.

Jan was awash in sensations she didn’t know she could feel. Sex before now was, well, sex, with stimulation of her clit and then an orgasm. These last few days with Marcia had opened up huge new horizons of erotic splendor to her. And here she was, tied by her wrists and ankles, as her lover worked the huge jelly dong in and out of her ass. Her entire gut felt stuffed, plundered, massaged from inside, and she could feel her stomach muscles jumping as the huge head twisted around inside her, making her belly bulge and dance.

Jan had lost the ability to identify her clitoral sensations as separate, which meant she couldn’t focus solely on the spot she’d always used to get off. Now she felt as though she was turning into a massive, pulsating body of nerve endings being overstimulated - yet there wasn’t anything specific. She just knew she was being pleasured, sexually pleasured, in a way she’d never known before.

When her orgasm came, it wasn’t from the usual area of her mind. She had the fleeting idea that the entire world had just fallen away from below her, and that she was falling, falling, falling into an infinitely deep - no, bottomless - space of orgasmic joy.

 

The next morning Marcia woke Jan with a kiss, saying, "Hey, lover, I’m off to work. You enjoy your day, and I’ll call you when I’m leaving so you won’t be waiting supper."

Jan murmured assent, then stretched. Marcia’s eyes took in Jan’s very well-kept 34-year-old body, and almost - ALMOST - ripped her clothes off so she could jump Jan’s bones again. But the heady thrill of her new job called just as loudly, and she turned to go, her perfume leaving an erotic note in the air of the bedroom.

Jan found that she was still tied to the bed, but one hand was free. She untied her other wrist, then her ankles, and got into the bathroom.

Her entire body tingled with the multitude of sensations Marcia had produced in her last night. She shivered involuntarily at the memory of the huge dildo in her ass, but she was most aroused by the utter feeling of helplessness - of Marcia being in charge.

 

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This story is continued in "Jan’s Jelly Melts," a further episode in the Ray and Jan Full Circle Saga.

 

 

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