Jack fumbled with his packages, juggling them from arm to arm as he searched for his key. He'd put it away just a few minutes ago, when he'd left the apartment. Now where was it? Ah, there it was, in his jacket. He tugged, but the key ring was snagged on something. He pulled again. Oh, great, now his hand was caught, too. He reached over with his other hand -- and remembered, just a split second too late, that he was juggling four packages his roommate Chrissy had wanted him to mail and a bag with two skirts his other roommate, Janet, had given him to drop off at the cleaner's. The whole pile fell to the floor and the bag with the skirts flew open, sending them flying down the stairs. Jack turned just in time to see a bright red skirt land right on the face of Mr. Furley, their landlord.

Furley, a skinny, wheezy-voiced old man, flung the skirt away and looked up. When he saw Jack, his face contorted even more. "Can't you keep your laundry out of other people's faces?" he demanded. Jack started to reply, then caught himself. "Well, it's tougher when you have to keep two separate supplies," he lisped. Jack and his roommates needed each other to afford the apartment, but Furley wouldn't allow men and women to room together. To keep up appearances, Jack pretended to be gay, at least when Furley was around. He skipped down the stairs and retrieved the skirt, shaking his behind in Furley's face, which grew redder by the second. Furley stood there a minute, then turned around and walked away, mumbling to himself.

Jack gather up all his packages -- remembering to get his key out first -- and walked back to the apartment door. He was mumbling a little, too. He'd walked all the way to his car and even driven a few blocks before he'd remembered that the whole purpose of the trip in the first place was to get some gas, and he'd forgotten his wallet. Then he had to take the packages up because the passenger door's lock was broken and he knew Janet would kill him if someone stole her skirts and, well, the day just wasn't going well.

As he was thinking all that, he fit the key in the lock and pushed open the door. He put the packages down on a nearby table and was about to call out to Janet when he heard her shouting from the bedroom: "No, no, no! Don't..."

Jack didn't wait to hear any more. He ran across the room and launched himself full-tilt at the bedroom door. Unfortunately it had already been slightly ajar and his momentum carried him through the door, across the bedroom and right onto the bed -- on top of a very naked Janet, who was sitting on top of a guy whose pants were down around his ankles. The memory of Janet's shout still strong, Jack quickly bounced up and pushed her aside. He grabbed the other man, yanking him off the bed. Jack stepped back and reared back to punch when he looked up... and kept looking up... Geez, this guy was huge. He was easily six inches taller than Jack, and he had muscles where Jack didn't even have skin. Jack pulled back, and spoke. "You..." he stopped; his voice had come out as more of a squeak. He took a breath, and this time he spoke in a deep voice that he hoped sounded more macho. "You better get out, mister. And stay out!"

The guy was steaming mad. He didn't look like he had any intention of leaving. He took a step toward Jack, measuring his first punch... and fell flat on his face, his legs tangled up in his pants. After a few seconds, the guy came to, and saw Jack standing over him. "Yeah, " Jack said, "and there's more where that came from, if you don't get out of here right now!" The other man shook himself, grabbed up his pants, and stumbled out with Jack right behind him, watching to make sure the guy left the apartment. Then Jack locked the door -- and put on the deadbolt, too, just to make sure.

"Jack!" He jumped, startled, and turned around. Oh, it was only Janet.

But, it was Janet like he'd never seen her before. Absolutely stark naked, except for a pair of stiletto-heeled black pumps. His eyes moved up from the pumps, up a fantastic pair of legs, to the swell of her hips, a thick, bushy black patch of hair (he paused a bit there), then up past a firm, smooth stomach to a set of cassaba-melon-sized tits, round ones with big brown circles and nipples as thick as pencils. And up to her face, framed in a halo of curly black hair, a curving chin, pouty full lips... Lips that were saying something. What was it? Jack shook himself and listened.

"... do you think you get off storming in on me? Or is that how you DO get off?" Her tits bounced as she spoke, and Jack was getting hypnotized watching her nipples go up and down. Then she crossed her hands across her chest, breaking the spell. He looked up at her face again. Her lips were drawn thin.

"Well," she said. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I, uh, I, uh, gee, Janet, you really have a great pair of -- I mean -- he, that guy, he was, wasn't he?"

"He was what?"

"Raping you. Wasn't he?"

"Raping me? You idiot! He wasn't raping me! Didn't you happen to notice I was totally nude? I..."

"Well, sure, Janet," Jack broke in. "I can see -- could see, that you're naked. I noticed that, yeah."

"Well, then why in the heck would you think I was getting raped? That guy was my date! He was the best hunk I've had in months -- or he would have been, if you'd given me a chance to have him! What kind of rapist gets invited into my bedroom? What kind of rapist has me fold all my clothes up neatly and put them on the dresser? What kind of rapist has me on top?"

"But, Janet, I heard you!"

"You heard me? What did you hear?"

"I heard you saying 'no, no, don't!'"

"I was saying 'no, don't cum,' Jack. The guy was gonna cum and I wasn't done yet. That's the problem with younger guys: they're strong but they're too damn fast."

Jack blushed. "I'm sorry, Janet," he stammered out. "I didn't -- you were -- uh, I gotta go."

Janet reached out and grabbed his arm. "Not so fast," she said, tugging him toward the bedroom. "That stud got me good and horny, and I'm not gonna spend another morning frigging myself if I don't have to. Come on."

Jack was stunned. Ever since he and the girls had been together he'd waited for a moment like this, but he'd always figured he'd be the aggressive one. He didn't know quite what to do.

But that was OK, because Janet seemed to know. She pulled Jack over to the bed and quickly stripped off his pullover shirt, then undid his belt and zipper and slipped his pants down, pulling his briefs down with them. His cock sprung free and wiggled in front of her face, rock hard and sticking straight out. She eyed it for a second, but then said "Oh, no, I'm not gonna make this mistake again."

Damn, Jack thought, we're not gonna do it after all. But Janet wasn't quitting; she just reached down and tugged on his pants. "Come on," she said, "step out of them. I'm not gonna have you get knocked out just when I need you." She tossed aside the slacks and yanked off his shoes and socks. "Ah, now where was I?"

Jack stared down in amazement as she pursed her lips and slipped them over his swollen cockhead. She was really squeezing; it was like an incredibly tight pussy. The girl he thought was frigid was an expert cocksucker. Slowly she bobbed her head back and forth, each time taking a little bit more of his eight inches down her throat. Her hands were clenching his butt, pushing him into her face. He felt his cock hit the back of her throat; he'd never felt anything so good. Every time she pulled back, she kept her lips squeezed tight around his shaft, then slowly pulled back a bit more and let the head pop out before plunging back down on it.

He reached down and grabbed a tit in each hand. He'd never thought of Janet as particularly well-endowed, but these were more than a handful each. And just the right feel, too, he thought, firm but not hard. He rubbed the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, feeling the warmth of her body.

Janet kept sucking his cock, stopping every now and then to lick up and down the bottom of the shaft and take one of his balls into her mouth. When Jack began to groan, she picked up the tempo. With her right hand she encircled the base of his shaft and began stroking the shaft while her lips moved back and forth on the head and her tongue flicked at the very tip. Jack didn't want to stop but he couldn't hold back any more. With a loud, primal shout he let loose a flood of cum, boiling out of his balls. Janet swallowed the first load and then pulled back, letting the rest of the cum splatter all over her face and tits.

Just looking down at her cum-smeared face was enough to get Jack hard again, but Janet saw the look in his face and shook her head. A little bead of gooey spunk on the tip of her nose flew off.

"Not so fast, buddy," she said. "We've got other things to do."

She slid back on the bed, her tits flattening out as they slid to the sides. She looked at Jack between her twin mountains and pointed a finger at her pussy. "Eat at the Y, Jack," she ordered.

Jack was happy to oblige. He began kissing the insides of her thighs, soft butterfly kisses up and down until goosebumps rose all over her. Then he began to gently caress her whole crotch, running his hands back and forth while he licked her smooth, taut belly. As her knees rose up to trap him, he pushed forward, nuzzling her tits like they were ice cream. He licked each one from base to nipple in a spiral, then took the whole aureole into his mouth and sucked while his tongue flicked back and forth. Janet pushed him back down. "I said eat me, dammit," she hissed.

Jack plunged his tongue into her all at once. Her back arched up. "Yeah! Yeah, that's it! Stick that tongue in me!" He licked and sucked away, each hand grabbing one of her butt cheeks to press her closer to him. She swayed back and forth, grabbing a pillow and yanking it over her head to smother her screams. Jack snuck one hand back to her asshole and slipped a finger in just as he shoved his tongue all the way into her cunt. Janet threw the pillow across the room and let out a bellow. "Yeah, baby! Yeah! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna... I'm... Aieeeeee!" Jack held on tightly as her ass shook with waves of grinding contractions before she finally shuddered to a stop.

Before she could catch her breath, he leaped forward and shoved his cock into her red, swollen pussy. He fucked her like a piston, slamming in and out, her pussy fluids flying out with every jab. She started to protest, but he covered her mouth with his. With one arm holding him up, he used the other hand to maul her tits, smearing her sweat over them. They began to bounce up and down, flying off the bed before he'd impale her to it with a downward thrust. He broke their kiss to let out a loud shout of passion, his cries mixing with Janet's breathless urgings. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Oooh, I want it all! Deeper! Deeper!"

Finally Jack could hold back no longer. He shot his wad deep into her cunt and collapsed atop her. She humped back frantically, still moments from orgasm. At last she pushed him off and jammed three fingers into her pussy, in and out until she shook all over and fell back.

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After that day, Jack's relationship with Janet changed in marvelous ways. Before, he had always been the pursuer, trying to steal a kiss. Now, she was at least as aggressive, and it wasn't kisses she was after. They fucked in every room of the apartment, on every piece of furniture. Whenever they were watching TV together and their roommate, Chrissy, went to the bathroom, Jack would dive over to jam a couple of fingers into Janet's pussy while she whipped out his cock and bent down to suck on it. Jack asked Janet once whether she thought they should let Chrissy in on their lovemaking -- it was her apartment, too, after all, didn't she have a right to know what was going on? "Who, Chrissy 'Pure as the driven' Snow? No way," Janet said. "A minister's daughter? She'd have a shit fit." When Jack was making dinner, Janet would volunteer to help, going into the kitchen and jacking him off underneath his apron while he stirred and chopped. He almost lost a couple of fingers that way, once.