Jane Fox: Her pervert parents

Elizabeth was halfway into the book before she realized that her hand was slowly working its way down to her wet, hot pussy. She sighed resignedly. It was pretty adolescent to finger-fuck. herself to orgasm, but she didn't see what else she could do at least it was more exciting this way than fucking Jerry.

Sex with Jerry was a terrible bore. When they had first married, it had been exciting, but now it was just blah. She avoided it whenever possible. Jerry had the imagination of a block of concrete! He probably didn't even know that there was more than one position. It was always the same. Jerry would be on top and hump away for a moment or two. Then bang! It was over! He didn't worry about her satisfaction and she had been pretending to be satisfied for so many years, she didn't even bother to let him know that he didn't turn her on in the least.

Elizabeth was relieved when Jenny started working nights and watching television on the nights he was home. It saved her the bother of pretending that she was overjoyed at his attentions.

Then she heard footsteps coming from the living room. She ditched the book under the bed and was hastily knitting when Jerry appeared in the doorway.

"What's the matter honey? Aren't there any good westerns on?"

"Nothing I haven't seen before," he answered, settling down on the edge of the bed. "I thought I'd come in and keep you company. Did you have a good day, lion?"

Elizabeth felt like giggling. She might have known it! The only time that Jerry ever asked her if she had a good day was when he was buttering her up. And the only time he ever buttered her up was when he wanted to, as he put it, get a little.

She repressed a nasty comment and managed to smile up at him sweetly. It wouldn't hunt her to put up with him a little. "Oh, just the usual day," she answered. "I went to the beauty parlor in the morning and then to bridge club in the afternoon. Nothing special. Just the same old gossip, dear."

"What are you doing now?" he continued.

She tried not to smile. Any fool could tell that she was knitting. She wished that he would come tight out and tell her what he really wanted. She might actually get a little excited by him if he'd just come right out and say, let's fuck. She decided to tease him a little.

She wanted to see just how far she could push him.

"Oh, I'm just knitting," she replied. "Why? Did you have something else in mind, dear?"

Jerry reddened. She stifled another giggle. She had embarrassed him.

"Uh, well, actually, I thought we might… you know, go to bed?"

Elizabeth felt a rush of pity. She really shouldn't be so hard on him.

It wasn't all his fault that she had been so disappointed. Jerry had done his best to give her a good life. She certainly couldn't complain about their nice house or their membership in the right clubs. Jerry had been a wonderful husband in every way but one, and she couldn't blame him for not turning her on in bed. She was just as much to blame as he was. If she had wanted a tiger in bed, she should have encouraged him to be more adventuresome years ago.

It was a little late to start now.

She smiled at him sweetly. It wouldn't hurt her to pretend to enjoy it one more time. It was certainly a small price to pay for all Jerry had done for her. She shuddered to think where she would be right now if Jerry hadn't come along at the right moment.

She thought back to the events that led up to her marriage to Jerry and tried not to shudder. "Why don't you run and take a shower, darling?" she purred. "I'll wait right here for you. Hurry now! I love you, honey."

Jerry beamed. He really was a handsome man when he smiled. He had a good body too strong and virile-looking for a man of forty.

She really was lucky. She gave him a wave and watched the shower door close behind him. Then she thought back to the terrible things that had happened to her right before she had married Jerry.

Elizabeth Wilson recalled the days before she had married Jerry.

She had finally convinced her parents to spend the weekend in Chicago. Her mother was still worried about leaving her alone, but Elizabeth had convinced her an eighteen-year-old girl was old enough to stay by herself.

She breathed a deep sigh of relief as the car drove away from the curb. At last, they were gone!

Now she and MaryAnn could grab their fake ID's and go to the Cozy Bar. Now she could spend some time with that handsome hunk of a bartender.

An hour later Elizabeth was sitting in the bar sipping on a screwdriver. Chad was leaning over the bar, admiring the low cunt neckline of her blouse. Chad was so interesting, so handsome and so fascinating that she drank more than she had ever had before.

Soon Elizabeth was bombed and that was just what Chad was waiting for. While MaryAnn was in the ladies' room, he convinced Elizabeth to go in the back worn of the bar and take a little nap.

The next thing she remembered was Chad's hand boldly cupping the side of her swollen pointed titty. His fingers squeezed into the firm flesh and caressed passionately.

"Chad!" she moaned. "What are you doing? Oooooooh! Chad!"

Chad smiled. "Hey, little lady," he said softly. "I know why you came in tonight, so let's just quit pretending and have some fun. Okay?"

Elizabeth tried to push his hand off her throbbing nipple. "Chad!

Please! Don't Chad! I didn't mean… "Her voice trailed away.

Elizabeth didn't like to lie and she knew what her intentions had been in going to Chad's bar tonight. She knew what Chad meant when he said he wanted to have some fun, and she wanted it too. Her whole body waited it in the wont fly. She wanted to find out what the girls only whispered about in school.

She wanted to look at a man's cock and feel it filling up her sweet, virginal pussy. She wanted to be fucked and Chad knew it!

"Leave it then, baby," Chad ordered. "You and I both know you like it there on your cunt. It feels good doesn't it, honey?"

"Ooooooooh," Elizabeth moaned. "Yes, Chad! Yes! I love it there!

Squeeze my nipple hard, Chad! Squeeze it hard!"

Elizabeth moved her thigh so that it rubbed up against his hard cock. Her head was whirling around in circles. She heard him gasp as her thigh touched his hard prick and then she felt him move closer, pressing it right up against her soft skin.

She felt his fingers working at the top of her blouse and suddenly they dove inside, grasping the spiked tip of her throbbing nipple.

Elizabeth nearly screamed, it felt so wonderful. She gasped and moaned deep in her throat. She thrust her hard titties up into his hands, offering him her delicious delights. She could feel her pussy start to ooze creamy juice and she knew her little pink panties would be soaked. At first she was a little embarrassed about being so wet and hot but then Chad tweaked and rifled at her stiff, rubbery nipple so deliciously that die couldn't be embarrassed about anything.

Elizabeth let out a squeal of joy. "Oooooh! Let me do something for you too, Chad! Oooooh! Oh, God Chad! It=s so good!"

Tentatively she reached out. Her hand seemed to know just what to do. She had dreamed of this for so long, it was like she had already rehearsed it in her mind. She felt the hard, pounding shaft of his prick inside his pants. She wrapped her arms around it, just the way she'd imagined doing so many times when she'd played with herself in bed at night.

"Oooooh You do that just right, baby!" Chad exclaimed. "I'll bet the boys like that when you do that to them!"

Elizabeth blushed. She was glad that it was dark in the little back room. She didn't want Chad to know that she was embarrassed.. "I..

I… I've never done it to anybody else before," she stammered. "I never had the nerve to do it before."