Chapter 22

Jack got home a little after five thirty. When he kissed me and asked "How was your day?" I felt like Donna Reed. Pretty good. I could get used to this.

After we swapped some spit, I asked, "Did you shower after practice?"

"Yes, Ma'am." He turned his head and pulled the top of his ear down. "See?"

"Good Boy. Now you need to take Bozo out and let him do his business for about five minutes. And when you come back, I need you to lock the front door. Then let me know you're back, give me about ten seconds and come into the bedroom. You do all that and I'll give you a nice surprise."

"A surprise? You mean like some Reese's Pieces?"

"A different kind of surprise."

"Give me a hint."

"Then it wouldn't be a surprise."

"Aw, come on Jill..."

"JACK!" He was starting to get to me.

He grinned and swatted me on the butt. "Come on, Bozo. Your mama wants to get rid of us for a while."

Bozo was more than happy to do what I wanted without giving either of us a bunch of crap.

I went into the bedroom, closed the door, got on the phone and called down to the house.

"Hey, Sara. It's Jill. Is Mary there?"

"Thanks."

"Mary? Anything yet?"

"OK. Look... Jack and I are going to busy for a while. We'll come down after your mom gets home and have dinner with you guys, and you can tell me anything that happened then, OK?"

"Thanks. I told Jack to lock the door when he gets back with Bozo, so don't even think about sneaking in here."

"I appreciate it but it really doesn't take a lot of luck with your brother."

"Yeah. Bye."

I found a tee shirt and a skirt similar to what the girl had on in the movie, then went over to my dresser and pulled out my granny panties. It took less than a minute to strip and change into Big Butt Volleyball Girl. I got a practice volleyball down from the closet shelf and put it on the bed.

I heard the front door slam and Jack call out, "Honey, I'm home."

I just had time to grab my lotion and assume the position, one hand on the bed, the back of my skirt flipped up, applying lotion to my thighs with the other hand. I heard the door open up and an intake of breath. The door shut and then there was silence.

"Oh my goodness. This feels so good. I wonder if it will feel so good on my big white volleyball butt?" I straightened up and took both sides of my panties in hand and lowered them to my knees, squirming from side to side and pushing my butt back about a foot as I did so.

Still bent over a bit, I flipped up the skirt that had fallen back into place, then put some more lotion on my hand and started to apply it to my butt. It really did feel good. Maybe that girl in the porno had something. I could feel Jack's eyes burning into me but he was so quiet I couldn't even hear him breathe.

"Oh, Darn! I can't reach it all. Whatever will I do?"

"I'll help you Little Girl."

I jumped. I didn't have to fake it one little bit. Jack had lowered his voice and for a split second I thought someone else was in the room. I noticed that my heart was pounding and I could feel some adrenaline that had been released into my bloodstream when he said that.

My big, white panties were still around my knees and I had to jump a couple of times to turn around so I was facing him. I clasped my hands together and pushed into my skirt where it covered my crotch.

"It's OK. I won't hurt you Little Girl."

He reached slowly for the container of lotion lying on the bed. I found myself moving away from him a bit. The way his eyes were glued to me reminded me of a wildlife documentary where the lioness is crouched down, watching a gazelle at the watering hole, waiting for the right time to strike.

He put the lotion in his back pocket and put both hands on my shoulders. I gasped and jerked a bit.

"It's all right. Everything will be fine. Turn around."

His left hand pulled me while his right hand pushed and I found myself turning around, like being led on the dance floor. It felt warm between my legs.

"You just lean over and put your hands on the bed. Don't look back. Just close your eyes or look forward."

I spread my legs a bit to steady myself and leaned over as ordered. I felt some moisture trickle down the inside of my right leg.

I heard the snap! of the lotion container cap and the little whoosh! of it sucking air back inside after Jack put some on his hand. This was followed by the soft sounds of his hands rubbing together with lotion between them. Then I felt the tips of his fingers, held together as if he was praying, pushing their way between my thighs. I moved my legs apart to give him room, the panties like a bungee cord around my knees.

I felt a velvet vice clamp onto my right leg, just above the knee. It started to rise up the leg, twisting back and forth as it did, sliding over the flesh, lubricated by the lotion. As it got higher, I felt the difference as my own moisture combined with the lotion on his hand.

Somehow he got close enough to my vulva for me to feel him without his actually touching it. And then he was gone. My legs almost gave out when he pulled his hands away and the only way I kept from collapsing was to lock my knees and push my hands into the mattress with my arms straight out, sticking my butt out even further.

Once again I saw his hand reach for the lotion on the bed near my right hand. I heard the same sounds as before and then the bottle flew onto the bed, a little in front of my right hand, bouncing once before coming to rest.

This time it was the left leg that his lubricated hands attached themselves around. Again, the back and forth motion, spreading the lotion all over the legs, sliding back and forth, to and fro, seeming to support the leg and my whole body. Once more, I could feel him but not feel him near my sex. This time when he released me I was prepared for it and was able to keep standing. That is until he put one hand back between my legs, lifted it up until the big knuckle on his index finger was right against my clit, hard enough to force me up on my toes. He then drew the whole hand back and up, sawing against my clit, trying to sink into my vagina, the tips of his fingers each scraping against my butthole as he brought it up. I didn't come but a shiver ran up my whole back, following his hand from my clit, along my slit, up my butt to my spine and continuing on up to my neck. Fortunately my knees were locked and I just leaned forward on my hands, my arms still straight in front of me.

Once again, he picked up the plastic bottle lying on the bed in front of me. He moved back behind me and then I saw him put it down on the bottom of the bed in my peripheral vision. I saw him move back and then felt his hands grab onto the waistband of my skirt, one on each side. He screwed it back and forth, pulling it up until it was just below my tits. He reached back down and got the bottom of my shirt, folding it up and tucking it in the waistband he'd just moved above my stomach.

I thought about someone knocking on the door and getting no answer, then trying the doorknob that Jack had forgotten to lock, coming in and opening the door to our bedroom. How I would look from the doorway, my skirt pulled up as far as it would go, my shirt tucked into it, my panties around my knees and me leaning over, my butt pushed back, totally exposed. I could feel my pussy opening up, begging to be filled, glistening with its own moisture. The thought of it made me feel even hotter inside.

I saw him pick up the lotion again, heard the snap! and then gasped when he squirted the cold liquid straight from the bottle to my lower back and down to about the middle of my butt, making S shaped zigzags, back and forth. He snapped it shut and the bottle bounced in front of me again.

His spread out hands lay down at the top of my butt, where it sloped in towards my waist, his thumbs together at the bottom of my spine. He kept the thumbs together and dragged his hands down, spreading the lotion over my cheeks as his thumbs dug into the crevice dividing them.

The combination of the heat from his hands, the slipperiness of the lotion, my invention of a man I'd never seen in my life doing as he wished; all these combined to turn me on in a way I'd never been before.

He was using the lotion as an excuse to massage my butt, sliding upon and squeezing the cheeks. First one thumb, then the other found its way into the crack and just slightly into the hole he found hidden there. More an exploration than a penetration.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feelings, his hands getting warmer and less slippery as my body absorbed the lotion. I was yanked back to the present when the deep voice, the one belonging to the stranger behind me said, "You like that?"

I took a deep breath. "Mmmm."

He removed one of his hands and then he smacked me. Hard "What?"

"Yes. I liked it."

"That's better. Now suck my cock, Little Girl."

I knew better than to look at him and break the illusion. I lifted up from the bed and twisted around, bending my knees so that I was down on them by the time I was facing my unknown soon to be lover. I reached forward, leaving the belt and the button at the top of the fly alone and slowly drew his zipper downward until it wouldn't move any lower. I saw him pull his stomach in and heard him gasp as I opened his pants.

I was of two minds. I knew it was Jack in front of me but it was like he was this stranger who had shown up in my room, invading and taking over my private space. I wanted to suck his cock. I wanted to get it out from inside his pants and devour it.

It was difficult to get the fly of his briefs open with just his zipper open. I knew it could be done because he did it himself every time he had to pee. Of course, he didn't have a cock as hard as granite when he had to pee. Yes, it looked like Jack was getting into our little fantasy, too. Once I had the underpants open and was able to reach inside his Levis and grasp his cock, I had to use my other hand to lift up on the belt because his waistband was blocking my favorite part. I was able to work it out without damaging it.