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T18 Turn About {Titmouse} (Mf,teen,anal) SEQ Young Love
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WARNING NOTICE: 
 
   The following story is erotic fiction and includes 
descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are a minor or
if such things offend you, quit reading now.
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                    Turn About
             (A sequel to 'Young Love')

                    by Titmouse
           (C)1997, All Rights Reserved



	Janice Cramer, the young student who had insisted I seduce 
her, didn't keep her tongue-in-cheek promise that we would get 
together again the next day.  That was just as well, as our session 
the previous day had pretty well drained me of anything more than an 
intellectual interest in sex.
	So, Sunday, I just lazed around the house, alternating between 
panic at what I'd done -- a high school teacher bonking one of his 
very much underage students -- and moments of incredible delight as 
I remembered how eager, sexy and grown-up Janice had been in her 
first experience with lovemaking.
	Nothing like that had ever happened to me before.  When I was 
the proper age to date girls like Janice, I was never successful in 
getting any of them to go all the way.  And while I'd had my share 
of women since then, certainly none of them had been a young, 
beautiful, inexperienced but very eager teenager with a body that 
was lush, ripe, untouched and perfect.
	Scenes from our afternoon session at her uncle's cabin kept 
flashing through my mind... the first kiss in the cabin... the sight 
of her firm, teenage tits as Janice lay there on the bed, inviting 
me to look... the feel of her hesitant mouth as she slid it over my 
cock for the first time... the look on her face when the first jet 
of my cum exploded into her mouth, and the eager, frenzied attack 
that followed as she did her best to suck all the cum out of me... 
the moment when I broke her cherry and the incredible feel as my 
prick slid all the way into her body for the first time... the sight 
of her on top of me, bucking her hips to shove my cock as deeply as 
possible and waggle it back and forth in her.
	Despite my depleted condition, my dick responded to my 
daydreams.  It would stretch and expand, hurting slightly, whenever 
I thought of our lovemaking session, although seldom achieving a 
full, rampant hard-on.  Still, it was clear I would soon be ready 
for more.
	Whether more would include Janice was very much the question 
that perplexed me.  On one hand was the fact that nothing in recent 
memory had excited me the way Janice had on Saturday.  It's hard to 
imagine anything more erotic than a perfectly-built, beautiful 
teenage who is eager to try anything and who responds to everything 
with the energy and passion of discovery.
	On the other hand, I'm a teacher.  The consequences of getting 
caught would be enormous and permanent.  If anyone found out about 
last Saturday -- let alone any potential future sessions -- my ruin 
would be immediate.  Society, for good reason, frowns on that sort 
of thing.
	Despite knowing better, I couldn't help spending most of the 
day Sunday wishing the phone would ring.  And when it did, and it 
wasn't Janice, I couldn't help feeling disappointed.  It was almost 
10 p.m. when the phone rang again.  I was in the middle of a movie 
on one of the cable channels and answered distractedly.
	"Mr. Mansfield?"  I knew instantly that it was Janice.
	"Uh...hi," I said.
	"I'm sorry I couldn't call earlier," she said.  "When I got up 
this morning, my folks said we were going to spend the day with my 
grandparents, and I couldn't get time to call before we left 
without... you know... raising questions."
	"That's okay," I said.  "I didn't really expect you to call."
	"Well, I did," Janice said, a slight pout in her tone of 
voice.  "Didn't you want me to call?"
	"Yes," I said, "and no.  I've been in a daze.  I keep 
remembering yesterday.  But I also keep thinking it was a really 
foolish thing for me to do."
	"Are you scared?" she asked, putting her finger exactly on the 
problem.
	"I guess I am," I admitted.  "I could get in a lot of trouble, 
you know."
	"I know," Janice said.  There was a silence for a while.  
"Look," she said, "I don't know how to make you feel okay about it. 
Just... well, I'd never do anything to hurt you.  You were 
wonderful to me, and I'll always be grateful."
	"It's not you I'm worried about," I said.  "Anybody could have 
seen us, and it would be all over for me."  There was another 
silence.
	"Does that mean you don't want to get together again?" Janice 
asked finally.
	"The truth is that I want to so bad that it scares me," I 
said.  "But I don't think it would be a good idea."  This time the 
silence stretched for a long time.
	"Okay," Janice said, quietly, sadly.  "I guess I understand.  
Thank you for everything, Mr. Mansfield.  It was wonderful, and I'll 
never forget you."  She hung up without saying goodbye.
	Afterward, I still had mixed feelings.  In some ways, I was 
very relieved that it was over.  I had taken a huge risk, and it 
looked like I would get away with it unless Janice was a very 
different person than I thought she was.  On the other hand, I had 
given up the chance for another opportunity to make love with her.  
My brain told me I was much better off; my body was disappointed and 
a little pissed off.
	I tried to watch the rest of the movie, but all I could think 
about was Janice.  Finally, I gave up in disgust and went to bed, 
where I tossed and turned for more than an hour before falling 
asleep.

	Monday, I didn't see Janice until after lunch, when she filed 
into the room for my 1:30 history class.  She saw me looking at her 
and gave me a grin and a quick wink.  Other than that, Janice 
behaved as usual, asking two questions that showed she had not only 
read the weekend assignment but thought about it.  When class was 
over, she left without saying anything, although she gave me another 
quick but friendly smile on the way out.
	Tuesday was the same.  Wednesday, Janice joined a small group 
around my desk after class to ask questions about the assignment I 
had just given but left when the others did.
	Thursday, I ran into Janice in the hall just outside the 
lunchroom.
	"Hi," she said.
	"Hi," I said back.  "How are you?"
	"I'm fine," Janice said.  We stood there looking at each other 
for a moment.  "Look," she said, "I'd like to talk to you."
	"Do you think that's smart?" I asked.  She hesitated.
	"I just want to talk," Janice said.  "It's about Jimmy."
	I was just getting used to the idea that we were going to let 
well enough alone.  Getting together didn't seem like such a hot 
idea.  On the other hand, as long as we avoided the subject and 
especially the activity of our previous get-together, I couldn't 
really object.  There was a worried look to Janice's eyes.  She had 
been and was one of my favorite students, and we had also shared a 
wonderful experience.  I wanted to be helpful, thought that maybe I 
owed it to her, and, to be honest, there was also a thought in the 
back of my mind that I didn't want to get her angry with me.
	"Okay, I guess," I said.  "When?"
	"Saturday," Janice said, as if she'd been prepared for the 
question.  "Same time, same place."
	"Uh...."
	"Don't worry," she said.  "I just want to talk.  It's just the 
best place I can think of."
	"Well, okay," I said after thinking about it for a moment.
	"See you then," Janice said, and walked away.

	On Saturday, I arrived at her uncle's lakeside cabin about 
five minutes after one o'clock.  As before, Janice's car was already 
there, and she stepped out of the door to greet me as I parked 
beside it.  She was wearing a large denim shirt with the sleeves 
rolled up and the tail hanging out over white shorts.
	"Hi," she called to me brightly from the cabin's porch.
	"Hi," I said back.
	"Come on in," she said, turning and walking into the cabin.  
"I made some iced tea, if you want it."
	Glancing around to reassure myself that no one was around, I 
followed Janice in.  She walked over to the kitchen table and sat 
down facing me.  I took a chair across from her.
	We chitchatted for a while, talking about school and family.  
I began to get impatient and decided to take the plunge first.
	"So," I said, "what's going on?  You said you wanted to talk 
about Jimmy."
	"Yeah," Janice said, but then said nothing else.
	"So what's going on between you two?" I prompted.
	"Well," she said, "after we talked Sunday and decided we 
weren't going to... you know... Well, I decided that maybe I'd try 
it with Jimmy."
	I wasn't surprised.  It was one of the things I'd considered 
after Janice had said she wanted to talk.
	"And..." I prompted.  "How did it go?"
	Janice sighed.  "It was pretty much of a disaster," she said.
	"How so?"
	"I brought Jimmy out here Wednesday night," she said, "and I 
let him.  So we did it."  Janice frowned.  "That part wasn't so 
awful, I guess, but everything else was.  We broke up Thursday after 
school."
	"I'm sorry," I said.  "What went wrong?"
	They had arrived at the cabin just after sunset on Wednesday 
night, Janice said.  They had sat on the couch, drinking cokes, and 
soon wound up making out.  Janice had not told Jimmy -- had not 
really decided until the last moment -- that she was going to let 
him make love to her.
	But one thing led to another.  She had let him open her blouse 
and play with her breasts, then let him unhook her bra and fondle 
her naked tits.  Janice had let him pet her pussy, too, first 
outside and then inside her pants.  She had let him push her pants 
down, which was the first time she had permitted that, then had let 
him undress her completely, lay her back on the sofa and put it in.
	"I was pretty excited," Janice said.  "I wanted him to do it 
really bad.  And he did.  He put it in me and... well, he only 
lasted about 30 seconds and then it was all over."  She gave me a 
wry smile, not saying it but obviously remembering the hours we had 
spent together only a week ago.
	"So I thought I'd try to get him going again, you know?  And 
he let me touch him, but when I tried to... you know... kiss it?... 
well he got upset and wouldn't let me.  I tried to tell him it was 
okay, but he just got madder and madder.  He said he knew I'd done 
it before.  He said only bad girls did that sort of thing, and 
anyway, it had been too easy when he put it in me.  And he was mad 
because he said I'd been pretending to be, you know, goody-goody, 
when all the time I was just a slut."
	Janice had tried to calm him, but Jimmy was completely 
unreasonable.  He was mad because she hadn't let him before, and he 
also seemed mad that she had let him this time.  She tried to get 
him going again, but he rejected her angrily and just got more 
upset.
	"I don't understand," Janice said.  "I gave him what he 
wanted, but it didn't make him happy, it made him mad."  There were 
tears welling up in her eyes.
	"Maybe he's just too young," I said, and then immediately 
regretted it.  I didn't want to give Janice any ideas.  "It sounds 
to me like he may have been feeling guilty.  Sometimes, you only 
think you want something but, when you get it, you find out that 
it's a lot more complicated than you thought."
	"But what am I going to do?" Janice wailed.  Tears rolled down 
her cheek.  Without thinking, I got up and went over to her.  When I 
patted her shoulder to comfort her, she stood up and threw her arms 
around my neck, sobbing against my shoulder.  I patted her back 
reassuringly, uncomfortably aware of her breasts pressing against 
me.
	I hugged her and she snuggled against me.  An electric charge 
jumped between us.  We both knew instantly that things had changed. 
Janice wrapped her arms tighter around me, pulling herself close.  
On their own, my hands switched from patting her back to stroking 
it.  A moment later, Janice lifted her face to me, eyes closed.  I 
hesitated only briefly before lowering my mouth to hers.
	The kiss went on for a long time.  I pushed my tongue into her 
mouth, and Janice opened to me eagerly, letting her tongue play with 
mine.  Her arms tightened around my neck, pulling me down to her and 
lifting herself up.  I put a hand on her ass and pulled her pelvis 
against mine.  My leg slipped between hers, and Janice pressed 
against it.  She moaned, partly in relief and partly in passion.
	When we finally broke from the kiss, Janice opened her eyes 
and looked up at me.
	"I really didn't mean to do this, but I can't help it," she 
said.
	"We really shouldn't," I said.
	"I know," Janice said, looking directly into my eyes, "and I 
don't give a damn."  She stepped back slightly but took my hand.  
"Come on," she said, "let's stop pretending we're not going to.  I 
want you to make love to me again."
	She led me to the couch, the same one that had witnessed her 
scene with Jimmy.  The bed was only a little farther away in the 
small cabin, but I sensed that Janice wanted to replace a bad memory 
with a good one.  When we got to the couch, she let go of my hand 
and sat down.
	"Stay right there," she said, guiding me in front of her.  
"I've been thinking about this all week.  That's why I wanted to do 
it with Jimmy."
	Janice reached up to the zipper of my pants and slowly slid it 
down.  She reached into the fly and put her hand on my prick, which 
was already getting hard.  Janice moved her hand up and down a 
couple of times, then worked her hand into the slit of my underwear 
and wrapped her fingers around me.  I swelled in her fingers.
	Using both hands now, Janice pulled and tugged and guided 
until my cock head popped out.  She pushed the cloth back until it 
stood out free and clear.  Janice could have let go of my prick 
entirely and it would still have stood straight out.
	But she didn't let go.  Instead, Janice put a hand behind my 
fanny and pulled me toward her.  Her other hand was wrapped around 
my cock.  She opened her mouth and guided me to it.
	Her warm lips nibbled softly on the end of my prick.  Then 
Janice opened her mouth a little more and began to lick all around 
the head.  She raised me up so that she could lap her tongue along 
the bottom.  She ran her tongue all the way down the shaft to where 
it protruded from my pants and then, pressing her tongue flat 
against the bottom side of my cock, ran it all the way back up to 
the head.
	Pointing the helmeted head right at her mouth again, Janice 
moved her head forward, her lips closed but yielding.  As her mouth 
pushed forward, she allowed my prick to slide into between her 
welcoming lips, pushing them open wider and wider as she took more 
of it into her.  My cock had turned into a solid pole.
	When she had taken me as deeply as she comfortably could, 
deeply enough that she had to move her fingers out of the way, 
Janice slowly pulled back, dragging her pursed lips along the shaft 
until just the head was still in her mouth.  She held me in her 
mouth there, nursing on the head of my cock.  Her cheeks hollowed as 
she sucked on it.
	After doing that several times, my prick was slick with her 
saliva.  Janice tightened her fingers around the shaft and began to 
jack me off as well as blow me.  Her hand and mouth moved up and 
down together, squeezing tightly.  Sometimes, Janice would twist her 
wrist, wringing her hand around the shaft instead of up and down.  
Sometimes, she would hold the head of my cock in her mouth, sucking 
on it, while rapidly jerking her hand up and down.
	I stood there in front of her, sometimes watching Janice as 
she worked on my cock eagerly, other times tilting my head up, eyes 
closed, concentrating on the feel of her hand, mouth and lips as she 
worked on me.  After a while, I decided I was either going to have 
to stop her or let her make me cum this way.  It was tempting, but I 
wanted to be closer to her.  I wanted to feel her firm, young body 
next to me.  Reluctantly, I pulled back, causing an audible smack as 
my cock slid out of Janice's clinging, sucking lips.
	"Wasn't that okay," she asked, looking worried.
	"Oh, my, yes," I reassured her.  "If anything, it was too 
good.  I just want to be inside you when I cum."
	"Well, we could do it more than once, couldn't we," Janice 
asked, smiling.  "I seem to remember we did it at least twice last 
Saturday."
	"True," I said, "and who knows what we'll do this time.  But 
right now, I want to hold you, not stand here barely touching you, 
sexy as that might be."
	I sat beside Janice, then, realizing the couch was not very 
wide, changed my mind and slipped to my knees on the floor.  I urged 
her to lay back, slid a cushion under her head and shoulders, then 
bent forward to kiss her.
	Janice welcomed the kiss eagerly, and soon we were probing 
each other's mouth passionately.  After a while, I moved my mouth to 
her ear and then her neck, nibbling at the sensitive areas under her 
jaw and along her neck and in the hollow at the base.  I moved my 
hands to the buttons of her shirt.
	The first two were already unbuttoned.  The third, when 
opened, revealed a hint of cleavage.  The fourth showed all of the 
tops of her breasts and part of her bra.  I lowered my lips to the 
valley between her breasts and kissed her lovely young tits, 
extending my tongue to trace the line between them.  Meanwhile, I 
continued to unbutton the shirt.
	When all the buttons were open, I spread the shirt open, 
revealing Janice's slim torso and her lovely breasts, which were 
cupped in a sexy red bra.  I slid my hands under her back, which 
made her arch her back and display them even more prominently, and 
quickly slipped the hooks open.  Pulling my hands out and bringing 
the ends of the back strap with them, I lifted the bra away from her 
gorgeous teenage tits.
	As before, her firm young tits rode high on her chest, 
scarcely flattening at all even though Janice was lying on her back. 
I dropped my face to her breasts again and sucked on each of her 
nipples in turn.  She pushed them up to my mouth eagerly, putting 
her hands behind my head to lift herself upward and press them 
against my face.
	"Oh, Mr. Mansfield," Janice murmured, "it feels so good when 
you do that."
	"Call me Jack," I said.  "I think we're close enough for 
that."
	She smiled.  "Lick my tits... Jack," she said.  "Suck my 
nipples... Jack."  I complied gladly.
	I moved my hands to the top of her shorts, unfastened the top 
button and slid the zipper down.  Then, gripping them at the side, I 
tugged her shorts and panties down over her hips and fanny.  Janice 
lifted her butt off the sofa to help me.  She kicked off her sandals 
and moved her legs to help me as I slid the shorts down them and 
over her feet.  I noticed that her panties were also red, matching 
the color of her bra.  I guessed that she hadn't been entirely 
unprepared for the way things had worked out.
	Turning back to her, I ran my eyes over Janice's young but 
beautifully developed body, naked now except for the denim shirt 
around her shoulders.  Shyly, she bent a knee and pressed her thighs 
together to mask her sex from my view.  Truly, she was gorgeous.
	I lowered my head to her stomach and kissed and nibbled my way 
downward, flicking my tongue into her navel and dragging the tip 
down around the edge of the mat of her pubic hair and along the 
crease between her thigh and her sex.  Raising up slightly, I 
centered my mouth and then moved down again, taking the top of her 
slot into my mouth.  My tongue slid between the lips to find the bud 
of her clitoris.  I flicked it with the tip of my tongue, then 
sucked on it.
	"Ohhhhh, Jack," Janice groaned.  "Oh, god, I'd forgotten how 
good that feels."  She pushed her hips upward, offering her sex to 
me.  I licked downward, sliding my tongue between the lips and 
extending it to probe into her cunt channel.  I thrust in and out 
several times, fucking her with my tongue.  Janice spread her thighs 
wide to give me maximum access, her shyness long forgotten.
	"Ummmm," Janice moaned, "it feels so good when you lick me 
like that.  Yes... yesss... oooh... right there... yesss..."
	As I worked on her pussy, Janice was clearly getting more and 
more aroused.  Her hips were in continuous motion, rising and 
falling, rolling first one way then the other, as I dragged my 
tongue through her slit, sucked her pussy lips into my mouth and 
gnawed on them gently, pushed my tongue as deeply as possible into 
her snatch and attacked her clitoris, licking and sucking on it 
energetically.  Shudders ran through her entire body every few 
moments.  Her breathing alternated between deep sighs and ragged 
panting.  Janice was making little whining noises deep in her 
throat.
	"Mmmmmmmm... ohhhhh... ooooh..." Janice moaned.  "That feels 
so good, Jack.  Ummmmm... ooooh... I'm... oh, god, Jack... I'm... 
ohhhh... Are you trying to make me cum?  'Cause... uhhhh... if you 
keep that up... oooooh... you're sure gonna make me."
	I raised my head slightly.  "Yes, baby," I said.  "I'm gonna 
make you cum.  I'm gonna eat your pussy until you can't stand it.  
I'm gonna get your goodies, honey."
	I lowered my mouth to her cunt again and resumed my attack.  
Now that she knew I wanted her to cum, Janice abandoned any effort 
to hold back.  When I sucked her clit into my mouth, she shoved her 
hips up at me eagerly, opening herself to give me complete access.  
She reached down with one hand and used her fingers to spread her 
pussy lips wider, exposing the nub of her clitoris to direct 
contact.
	While I nibbled and licked at her clit, I slipped a hand 
between her thighs and pushed a finger into her cunt, working it in 
and out at first to coat it with our combined juices, then plunging 
it all the way into her.  Janice responded by lifting her hips 
almost off the sofa, pushing back against my invading finger to 
force it deeper into her channel.
	"Oh, god, Jack," she whimpered.  "You're gonna make me cum.  I 
can feel it... almost... yes... almost... yes, there... there... Oh! 
Oh!  OH, GOD!  YES!  I'M CUMMING.  AHHHHHH!"
	Janice froze for an instant and then exploded, her body 
shuddering and writhing on the sofa as the orgasm coursed through 
her.  Her knees flew up, raising her feet from the couch, and her 
legs spread as wide as possible.  I put my tongue right on her clit 
and shook my head from side to side like a terrier with a rat.  
Janice grabbed my hair with both hands and pulled my face against 
her pussy as she twitched her cunt up to my mouth and tongue.
	Then, her clit grown supersensitive from the stimulation, she 
pushed back on my head, her legs flopping down on the couch.  
Knowing she needed a break, I pulled back, nibbled at her thighs for 
a while, and then raised my head to look at her.
	Janice opened her eyes slightly to look at me, giving me a 
weak but very satisfied grin.
	"You've got pussy juice all over your face," she said.
	"I'm surprised I don't have it in my hair," I said, chuckling. 
I sat back on my heels and watched Janice as she gradually caught 
her breath and pulled herself together.  She was a delightful, 
wanton sight as she lay there, her face and breasts flushed, her 
legs slightly apart, revealing her pussy to my gaze.  The lips gaped 
open a little at the top, and her pink clitoris peeked out.  Janice 
had closed her eyes again and was either unaware that I was running 
my eyes over her body or just didn't care.
	After a while, Janice opened her eyes and reached out to run a 
hand through my hair.
	"That was wonderful, Jack," she said.  "Even better than the 
first time."
	I smiled at her.  "I love doing that," I said.  "I really get 
a charge out of making you cum.  The harder, the better."
	"I like making you cum, too," Janice said.  "You stopped me 
before.  Can I... do something for you now?"
	"Yeah," I said, smiling, "I'm sure you can."  Janice started 
to raise up, presumably to offer to suck me, but I put a hand on her 
shoulder and pushed her back down.  I stood up, unbuttoned my shirt, 
and took it off.  My dick, now only half erect, hung out of my 
pants.  I unfastened them, pulled my cock back inside my underwear, 
then pushed them down over my hips.  I sat on the couch beside 
Janice, kicked off my shoes, and shed my pants and underwear.
	"I seem to have drooped a little," I said.  "Why don't you 
help get me back in shape?"  I climbed onto the sofa, straddling her 
torso, and moved my knees up under her armpits.  My prick, already 
starting to rise again, wobbled in the air above her head.  I leaned 
forward, put my hands on the arm of the couch behind Janice's head, 
and lowered my middle so that my dick descended toward her mouth.
	Janice chuckled.  She reached up and wrapped a hand around my 
cock and pointed the end toward her face.  Raising her head to meet 
it, she opened her mouth wide and took the head of my prick into her 
warm oral cavern.  I swelled up in response and felt the top of my 
cock brush the roof of Janice's wet, sucking mouth.  Leaning on one 
hand, I wedged a cushion behind her head so that she wouldn't have 
to strain to reach me.
	"Oh, yeah, honey, that feels great," I said.  "C'mon, baby, 
suck on it.  Yeah, like that!"
	Janice was turning into a great cocksucker.  She seemed to 
have a feel for it, a natural talent.  I didn't have to tell her to 
wrap her tongue around the bottom and rub it back and forth on the 
sensitive area there.  She moved her head up and down several times, 
getting me wet again, and rocked it from side to side, twisting her 
mouth around on the end.
	When my cock was slick with her saliva, Janice popped it out 
of her mouth and jacked me off, sliding her tightly gripping hand up 
and down the length, licking at the end with her extended tongue.  
Then she guided me back into her mouth and, with her other hand on 
my ass, pulled me toward, urging me to go as deep as I could while 
using her other hand wrapped around the shaft to keep me from going 
too deep.
	It felt marvelous, but I had already decided I didn't want 
Janice to suck me off this time, no matter how exciting and enticing 
her eager teenage mouth was.  Before thing went to far, I pulled 
back with my hips, slipping out of her mouth and hand, then sat 
back.
	"I think I'm hard enough now, don't you?" I asked.
	"Yes," Janice said, "I think you're hard as a nail.  Are you 
gonna nail me?"
	"Yeah," I said.  "I sure as hell am."
	I stood up, my cock sticking out straight, and then climbed 
back onto the couch, slipping one knee and then the other between 
her thighs.  Janice opened her legs to give me room.  I grabbed her 
ankles and raised them high, then snuggled up toward her gorgeous 
round ass.
	"Put it in for me, baby," I said.  "You know the spot."
	Janice reached down between her legs and took hold of my cock, 
which was still slick with her saliva.  I put her ankles on my 
shoulders, slipped both of my hands under her ass, and lifted, 
raising her cunt up to meet me.  Janice guided me toward her pussy 
with one hand.  With the other, she reached down and spread the lips 
open.  The head of my prick slipped between the glistening pussy 
lips and lodged in the entrance to her fuck channel.
	Before I could push forward to sink it into her, however, 
Janice raised the head slightly so that it centered on her clit and 
used my cock to massage herself there.  Her eyes were closed and she 
was biting her lower lip in voluptuous concentration.  Then she 
pushed down on me and raised her hips so that I slipped into the 
outer part of her lovehole again.
	"Oh, Jack, I want it in me," Janice sighed.  "I've been 
dreaming about it, about the way it felt when you put it in me last 
week.  Come on, honey, do it again.  Give me your cock, baby.  Put 
it in my pussy again.  Please."
	I was only too glad to oblige her.  Hunching my hips back and 
forth, I gradually drove my prick into Janice's tight teenage cunt a 
little at a time, slowly penetrating her snatch, spreading her open, 
probing deeper and deeper.
	Janice let go of my cock when I was about half way in.  She 
moved her hands to my forearms, pulling against them to help her 
raise her hips and aid my slide into her warm, clutching hole.
	"Ooooh, baby," she whispered, "you don't know what that does 
to me.  God I love it.  Yes, yes.  That's it.  Give it to me, honey. 
Push it in there.  Fuck me, Jack, fuck me."
	Slowly, I pushed my prick deeper and deeper.  As I slid into 
her, Janice's mouth drifted open, her eyes squeezed shut.  As I 
neared the bottom, she pushed her hips up at me, forcing her cunt up 
the shaft until her pussy lips began to spread around the base of 
it.
	"Oh, god, yes!" Janice moaned.  "Oooooh, I feel like it 
spreading me wide open.  And it's so deep inside me, baby.  I like 
it deep inside me.  C'mon!  Fuck it all the way in.  C'mon, baby, 
give me your cock.  Fuck my pussy.  Awww, yes!  Fuck me."
	I got it all the way in her, using my hands to pull her ass up 
to meet my descending, penetrating fuckshaft.
	"You like that, don't you?" I hissed.  "You like having my 
cock in your pussy, don't you?"
	"Oh, you know I do," Janice said.  "I love the way it feels.  
C'mon, baby.  Give it to me.  Fuck my cunt.  Fuck me with your cock. 
Shove that big thing into my tight pussy."
	With her hips lifted clear of the sofa, Janice began to rotate 
her hips, rolling them around and making my cock waggle around 
inside her, rubbing all the walls.  Pushing up hard against me, she 
held herself that way for a moment, then collapsed back onto the 
sofa.  Janice pulled her heels off my shoulders and let her legs 
drop to the couch but keeping her knees bent so that I was still 
cradled between her thighs.
	Bending my arms, I slowly let myself down onto her, pressing 
my chest against her firm tits.  I kissed her, then moved my head to 
the side.  She opened her eyes and looked at me.
	"That feels wonderful," Janice said, "but you know what I'm 
thinking about?"
	"No, what?"
	"Something you said last week."
	I had an idea what she was talking about, but I wanted her to 
say it, to ask for it.
	"What was that?" I asked.
	"Well..." Janice said, "you said... I mean... you said it was 
possible to... to do it in the... the other place."
	"You mean in your ass?" I asked.
	"Yes," she said, looking away, then back at me.  "Is that 
good?  Doesn't it hurt?"
	"Well, it's real tight, so it hurts a little at first," I 
said, "but it gets better after a little bit."  
	"Does it feel good?"
	"Some people like it a lot," I said, "and, of course, it's the 
only way gay men can do it at all.  But lots of men and women like 
it, too."
	Janice considered this for a moment.  "Is it sexy?" she asked.
	"Very," I replied.  "It's like a special thing, something that 
only special lovers do with each other."
	"Then I want you to do it to me," Janice said emphatically.  
"I want you to do everything to me, everything you want."  She 
looked up at me.  "Do you want to fuck me there?  Do you want to 
screw my ass?"
	"Yeah, I want to fuck your ass, baby," I said.  "I want to 
fuck you every way and everywhere.  I want to be the first one to do 
everything to you."
	She smiled at me.  "Yes," she said, "I want that, too.  I want 
to give it all to you.  I want you to be the first to have me.  I 
want you to take all of me.  I want you to fuck me every way it's 
possible.  Do you understand?"
	"Yes," I said, honestly, "yes, I do."
	My cock had swelled inside her at the thought of burrowing its 
way into her tight teenage ass.  Janice felt it throb and used her 
pussy muscles to squeeze me back.  She rolled her hips around, 
making my cock make little circles inside her.
	"So," she said, "how do we...?"
	"Pretty much like this," I said.  "But, first, I've got to get 
some lubrication for you.  You don't have any lubrication back 
there, so we have to give it some help."
	"I think I saw some Vaseline in the medicine cabinet," Janice 
said.  "Would that be okay?"
	"Perfect," I said.  "Stay put.  I'll be right back."
	Slowly, reluctantly, I slid my engorged cock out of her tight 
pussy.  Janice seemed as disappointed as I was, a pouting look on 
her face as my dick gradually slipped out of her fuck channel.
	"Ooooh," she said.  "Couldn't you leave that in there while 
you go get the Vaseline?"
	"Not without some radical surgery," I said, smiling, "and then 
there wouldn't be much point in getting the Vaseline, would there?"
	"Well, okay," Janice said, reluctantly conceding the point, 
"but hurry back, won't you?"
	"As quick as I can," I said, and heaved to my feet.  My knees 
were a little wobbly as I crossed the room to the bath.  Once there, 
I quickly located the tube of Vaseline in the medicine cabinet and 
carried it back into the living room with me.
	Janice watched me approach.  Actually, she was only watching 
one area.  My prick still was sticking out almost perpendicular to 
my body, and it swayed back and forth as I crossed to the couch.
	"Let's see," I said, looking around, "I think this will do us 
more good if we put it here."  I pulled the pillow out from under 
her head and then pushed it under her hips.  Janice assisted by 
pushing down with her feet and raising her butt off the sofa.  This 
raised her middle, improving my access to her rear channel.  Then I 
lay down beside her, the tube of lubricant in one hand, and rolled 
her into my arms.
	I slid my other hand down over Janice's belly to the nest of 
curly hair and the slit just below it.  I pushed a finger into her 
still juicy cunt and stroked in and out a few times.  Janice hunched 
her hips up to meet my penetrating finger and worked her hips 
around.  I slipped my finger out and moved it up to the top of her 
snatch to roll and twiddle her love bump.  Janice closed her eyes 
and let her head fall back, enjoying the feeling.
	"Ummmm," she said, "I'm still hot for you, baby.  I want you 
in me, one way or another.  Are you just gonna play?"
	"Naw," I said, "I just want keep you warmed up.  I gotta 
grease you up, now, if you still want it that way."
	"Yes," Janice said.  "Anything.  Put it in me.  I want you to 
do it.  Go ahead."
	I reached up and popped the fliptop cap of the tube of 
Vaseline, then squeezed a line of it onto my fingers.  Reaching down 
between Janice's legs, I spread the cheeks of her fanny and smeared 
the Vaseline onto her asshole.
	"Ooooh," she said, "that feels strange."
	I didn't say anything, just centered my middle finger on her 
rosebud and rolled it slowly around and around in a circle.  Slowly, 
I increased the pressure, very gradually penetrating the tight ring. 
Janice had her eyes closed, a look of concentration on her face.
	"Relax," I told her.  "Don't fight it."  I pulled my finger 
out, picked up some more lubricant, and pushed on her asshole again. 
This time, it slid in easily.  "That's better," I said.
	I worked my finger into her anal tube up to the middle joint, 
then began to work it back and forth and around and around, pressing 
against the tight ring and stretching it, getting her to relax and 
accept this smaller invader.  As Janice grew used to the feel of my 
finger in her backdoor, the tight grip on it eased.  I pushed deeper 
into her and continued moving it from side to side.  At the same 
time, I moved my thumb to her pussy and pressed it into her front 
door.
	"Ummmm," Janice sighed, "that feels pretty good, actually.  
Both at once.  Gosh, I've never felt anything like this before."  
Her hips responded to my fingers, rolling forward and back, helping 
me slide in and out of her.  I slipped my thumb out of her cunt for 
a moment and moved it up to massage her clit for a while, then 
pushed it back in.
	While I continued to work on loosening Janice's rosebud, I 
began to kiss her.  She responded passionately, biting my lips, 
extending her tongue to probe into my mouth.  Her hand on my 
shoulder gripped convulsively.  She had been pretty hot when we 
stopped fucking, and now she was heating up again.  The telltale 
moans and shudders began again.  Janice was drawing in ragged 
breaths through clenched teeth.
	"Oh, baby," she said, "you gotta do something pretty soon.  If 
you keep that up, I'm gonna cum just like this.  I like it!"
	"Then you'll like the main event even more," I said.  "If 
you're ready..."
	"Oh, yes, Jack.  Please.  Do it to me."
	"Okay," I said.  "Just one more thing.  You gotta grease me 
up."
	Janice opened her eyes.  She reached up and took the tube of 
Vaseline out of my hand.  The cap was still open, so she squeezed a 
gob into one palm, then set the tube on the end table at the head of 
the couch.  Janice spread the lubricant over both palms, then 
reached down with her hands and wrapped them around my prick, 
stroking up and down to spread it around.
	"Like that?" she asked.
	"Yeah," I said.  "That's perfect.  Are you ready?"
	"Yes, Jack," she said.  "I'm more than ready.  I want you to 
fuck me there... in my butt."
	I slipped my arm out from under Janice's neck and sat up, then 
moved between her legs again.  I scooted up close to her.
	"Now, you gotta relax," I said.  "This will be tight, and 
it'll probably hurt some, but not too bad.  I'll go slow, and you 
can stop me any time you want.  Just relax.  And push out, like you 
were taking a dump.  That'll help you open up and let me in."
	"Hurry, Jack," Janice said.  "I want it.  I want you in me.  
Put your prick in me now, baby.  Put it in there.  I want it in my 
ass."
	I adjusted my position, nudging forward until my cock slipped 
between her firm asscheeks and touched the center of her asshole.  
Slowly, I pressed forward, stiffening my prick with my hand.
	The pink pucker paled as it stretched to accommodate the head 
of my dick.  Slowly, it yielded to the steady pressure I was 
applying.  Janice had her faced screwed up into a grimace.
	"Oh, wow," she gasped.  "It's big!"
	"This is the hardest part," I told her.  "Once I get the head 
in, the rest is pretty easy.  Just relax.  Push out."  I nudged 
forward again and saw the tip of my cock disappear into her asshole.
	"Umphf," Janice grunted.  "Oh, god.  It... it hurts... but 
it's strange and sexy, too.  I never thought it would feel like 
this."
	She must have pushed out like I had suggested, because 
suddenly it got easier and the head of my dick slid into her.  The 
tight ring slid over the ridge the marks the bottom of the "helmet" 
and clamped down.
	"Ow!" Janice whimpered.  "Hold it a second, baby.  Oh, god, it 
feels like a fist in there."
	I held still, letting her get used to the feeling.  Her 
asshole was squeezed tight around the head of my prick.  As she 
began to relax, I started rocking back and forth just a tiny bit, 
not really going in and out much, just working my cock in her ass 
ring.  When Janice seemed to tolerate that without pain, I started 
increasing the forward thrust slightly, gradually pushing my dick up 
her bottom.
	"Oh, I don't believe it," Janice said.  "It's enormous!  I 
never felt so full.  God, it's big.  But it doesn't hurt, really.  
It's just stretching me so much!"
	Slowly, I pushed my cock deeper into her asshole.  About 
halfway in, Janice squeezed my arm and asked me to stop.  Her tight 
rectum was wrapped around my cock, clutching the half that was 
buried inside her butt.  The tight ring of her asshole was like a 
rubber band around the middle of my rod.
	Janice took a deep breath and let it out.
	"Oooh, baby, that's incredible," she said.  "Are you sure 
that's your prick you're putting in my ass?  It feels like a 
telephone pole!"
	"Is it too much?" I asked.
	"Oh, god, no!" Janice said.  "I can take it, baby.  Come on, 
give me the rest of it."
	Slowly, steadily, I sank my cock into her asstube.  It felt 
incredible, like my prick was being swallowed by a boa constrictor. 
Gradually, her back tunnel yielded to my invading fuckmuscle.  
Janice's eyes got wider and wider as I slid into her, her mouth 
opened in a silent oh.
	I looked down and watched it burrow into her ass.  When my 
pubic hair brushed her asscheeks, I reached down and spread them 
with my hands, holding them apart as I sank the last half inch into 
her butt.  Janice had her eyes squeezed shut by then, and she was 
biting her lower lip, but she didn't seem to be in pain.
	When I was all the way inside, I held still for a while, 
letting her get used to it.  Janice was panting, and her tongue 
would slip out every few moments to lick her lips.  I twitched my 
cock rhythmically, making it swell inside her butt.
	"Ooooh, baby," she said.  "I didn't think it would feel like 
this.  It's so sexy."
	I pulled back slowly about half way, then slid my cock back up 
her ass, pushing it all the way in again.  Janice had her hands on 
my forearms, and she clutched them convulsively as my prick 
penetrated her again.  When I hit bottom, she used her ass muscle to 
squeeze my dick, making her butt ring constrict around the base of 
my shaft.
	I began to stroke her, pulling back until only the head was 
still in her chute, then pushing forward slowly to bury it all the 
way into her again.  After a couple of strokes, Janice began to move 
her hips in rhythm with me, drawing downward as it inched out of her 
ass, then raising her butt up to meet my inward plunge, holding firm 
to let me shove it all the way up her.
	"Ummmmmm," she moaned, "that's beautiful.  It's different than 
when you're in my pussy, but... oh, god, I can't explain.  It feels 
like you're so deep inside me, like your cock is a spike that goes 
all the way up my back.  Jeez, baby, yes."
	I fucked her like that for a while, looking down between her 
upraised legs to see my cock sliding in and out of her stretched 
asshole.
	"Let's try it another way," I said.  "Turn over when I pull 
out and let me put it into you from behind."
	I slid my dick out of her butt and raised up onto my knees.  
Janice whimpered when the head of my cock popped out from her tight 
assring.  In a hurry to have it back inside her, she quickly 
scrambled onto her hands and knees and presented her butt to me, 
pushing backward in search of the pole she wanted back in her rear 
entrance.
	"No," I said, pressing on her back to urge her downward.  "Lie 
down flat."
	Janice quickly complied, stretching onto her stomach, sliding 
her legs back on either side of my knees.  I adjusted the pillow so 
that it raised her hips off the couch.  Then I leaned forward and, 
aligning my prick with her ass, nudged forward and slid the head of 
my cock between her cheeks to her butthole.  Janice reached back 
with both hands and spread herself so that I could find the target 
without difficulty.
	"Come on, baby," she said.  "Sink it into me again.  I feel so 
empty without it.  Put your cock back up my ass."
	Since that was exactly what I wanted, too, I wasted no time.  
I centered the head of my prick on her anus and hunched my hips 
forward, goosing it into Janice's ass.  It resisted briefly, but the 
lubrication and previous stretching made it much easier than the 
first time.  The head popped into her butthole and then slid down 
into her ass.  Janice wriggled her hips from side to side as I 
slowly buried it to the hilt in her ass again.
	"Ooooh, yeah, baby," she groaned, "that's right.  Put it back 
in there.  That feels so good!"
	When I was all the way into her asshole, I slowly let my 
weight down until I was lying on her back.  Rocking my hips up and 
down, I fucked her ass for a while, oozing it in and out of her.  
Janice rolled her hips around and around, making my cock rotate 
inside her ass tube.
	"God," she said, gasping slightly from my weight on her, 
"you've got it all.  Ohhhh, you're all the way in my butt, baby.  
All the way."
	"Do you like it?" I asked, knowing the answer already.
	"Jesus, yes!  I never felt anything like it.  It's so sexy!"  
Janice rolled her hips around to emphasize her point.  "Do you like 
it?"
	"It's incredible," I told her, "fucking your tight little ass. 
I love being in your pussy, but I love this, too.  Squeeze me a 
little, honey."
	Janice did as I asked, using the muscles of her ass to clutch 
at the pole buried in her butt.  She kept it clenched tight as I 
pulled back, then relaxed to let me sink it into her again.  I 
pushed a hand under her hips and slid it down so that I could finger 
her pussy.  When I touched her clit, she gave a little jump as if 
she'd received an electrical shock, then moaned and began to shove 
her hips up and down, fucking me, pistoning my cock in and out of 
her ass.
	Abandoning her clit for a moment, I slid a finger into her 
pussy, letting her feel it press against the prick up her butt 
through the thin wall of flesh that separated the two fuck tubes of 
her body.  I rotated my finger inside her for a while, slid it out 
again and returned to her clit.
	"Oh, honey, I don't believe it!" Janice cried.  "Oh, shit, 
that feels so good.  Oh, yes!  That's just what I needed!  Stroke it 
for me, baby.  Play with me.  Ummmmmmm, yes!"
	Continuing to massage her clit, I began to fuck her ass more 
emphatically.  I pulled my cock back and slammed it home, jamming it 
up her butthole with enough force to cause a slight slapping sound 
as my hips smacked into her butt cheeks.  Although constrained by 
the position and my weight on top of her, Janice responded eagerly, 
holding her ass steady to meet my thrusts, even pushing back to 
increase the force of my pole diving into her ass tube.
	Wanting more freedom of movement, I moved my hands to her hips 
and lifted up, helping Janice struggle to her knees without pulling 
out.  She wound up with one foot on the floor and her head on the 
arm of the sofa.  Keeping a tight grip on her hips, I used my hands 
to push and pull on her middle, sliding her forward until just the 
head was still in her ass and then jerking back as I shot my middle 
forward and slammed my cock up her butt.  Each drive forward was 
accompanied by a slap of flesh and a little grunt from Janice.
	The view was incredibly sexy.  Janice's head was turned 
sideways on the sofa arm, her eyes squeezed shut, her face flushed 
and damp with perspiration, her lips parted as she moaned each time 
my prick slid back into her ass.  Her full breasts hung down from 
her slim body, bouncing up and down in time to our fucking.  Her 
back narrowed to a slim waist, then flared out into well-rounded 
hips.  Her firm teenage butt was split by a vertical crack that 
revealed her tight-stretched asshole wrapped around my plunging 
cock, which pulled the clenched ring outward slightly when I drew 
back.  My rampant hard-on, as stiff as it had ever been in my life, 
was coated with lubricant and gleamed as it plunged in and out of 
Janice's butthole.
	I moved a hand back to her pussy to stroke her clit again, and 
Janice's reaction was immediate.
	"Oh, yeah!" she cried, "oh, yeah!  Oh, honey, keep doing that. 
I'm going to cum.  Play with me.  Rub me.  Yes, baby.  Yes!  Oh, 
honey, that's so good!  It's gonna make me... yes... I'm... I'm 
gonna... ooooh... ooooh... yes!  I'm CUMMING!"
	As Janice's cum hit her, she began to shake and shudder from 
head to foot.  She cried out and jerked her ass back and forth on my 
cock.  My own cum had been steadily rising, and this sent me over 
the edge.
	"I'm cumming, too, baby!" I hissed.  "Here it comes.  Here it 
comes.  Ah, god!  Arrrgh!"
	The cum shot out of my balls, blasted up through my cock and 
spurted into Janice's tender teenage asshole, spraying her insides 
with jism.  I slammed my hips against her butt time after time as it 
shot out of me and jetted up her tightly clenching butthole.
	Janice collapsed forward under me, and I rode her down so that 
we were both again lying stretched out on the sofa, my cock still 
buried in her ass.  We lay like that for a minute or so, both of us 
gasping for breath and slowly coming back to reality.  Every once in 
a while, I would twitch my slowly deflating cock, making it swell 
again inside her butt.  Janice would respond by clenching her ass 
tube, making it grab my prick.
	By the time I finally pulled out of her, my prick was almost 
completely limp, and her tight butt stretched it out before letting 
it pop free.  Struggling to my feet, I staggered to the bathroom to 
get a towel and mop up Janice's ass, which was leaking cum and 
Vaseline.  She rolled over, the towel between her legs, so that she 
could look up at me.
	"That was the most incredible thing I've ever felt," Janice 
said.  "I never even dreamed it was possible until last week.  Now, 
I've got two ways of fucking you, and I love both of them."
	"Actually," I said, "you've got three ways of fucking me, 
counting your hungry little mouth, and I love all three of them."
	"You're right," Janice admitted.  "Three it is."  She smiled 
up at me.  "Which one do you want to try next?"
	"Right now?" I asked.
	"Right now," she said, reaching down to wrap her fingers 
around my cock.  Much to my surprise, it swelled in her hand.  I 
knew it wouldn't be long before I was ready to go again.
	"Well," I said, "we've already done two out of three.  Let's 
take a shower and clean up.  Then maybe we can try the third."

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End of 'Turn About' by Titmouse.  
Story 18


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