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Years before Janelle met her husband and moved to New York, she had lived in a small country town in Australia. These days Janelle is a classy, well-spoken woman with liberal views, well-connected friends and a professional position at an Ivy-league university. Janelle occasionally entertains her husband with risque stories about how she learned to fuck and suck cock in a small country town. The stories drive him horny-wild. They both enjoy the stories, but through the bouts of laughter, he can scarcely believe what a slut his wife once was.
Janelle was an expert at giving head by the time she was 18 years old. She had learnt all through the previous year doing local guys in the Wellington public toilets and down by the railway station. She was not only a great cocksucker, she was a striking young woman – though short, she carried her frame in an elegant upright manner, her legs had the shape and strength of the dancer that she was, but the thing that everybody first saw in Janelle was her generous 40 inch pair of melon-breasts. Her moon-face was pleasant but plain – there was no other way to put it – though most men found her overly large mouth and eyes to have a ‘fuck-me’ approachability. Put simply, most men thought Janelle was utterly fuckable and also thought they were in with a chance.
So she’d gained the reputation of the cocksucking queen of Wellington – better even than those two old sluts who regularly cruised the Royal Hotel at Wellington, and they were almost 30! Janelle learnt to take advantage of her appeal very quickly – guys struggled to contain their hard-on when they were around her and especially when she approached them to chat, which she would often do.
Shortly after her 18th birthday, Janelle has a chance to move up in the world because some local band decided to play for a disco at the Wellington Hall, right across the road from her Aunt’s house where she lived. Janelle knew that heaps of guys from around Wellington and even Dubbo – guys who’d left school a few years before – would be there. The guys from Wellington all left and did apprenticeships, usually in some trade related to cars or construction – mechanics, panel beaters, electricians, detailers and spray-painters – it was every bloke in Wellington’s life dream to have a car and a girlfriend.
It was especially good luck for Janelle that her hot older cousin Ronette was home for the weekend. It meant she could borrow make-up and some sexy clothes from Ronette who lived in Sydney and had a boyfriend. Ronette had been a slut too, when she was living in Wellington and she had encouraged and humoured Janelle when she was ready to start blowing men. Janelle had learnt from Ronette the importance of giving attention to the head of the cock and how to use her throat as a de facto cunt, rather than trying to suck the life out of the dick.
Janelle knew she was a slut – but kind of classy, at least by Wellington standards, which are admittedly very low. She’s definitely got plans for moving on – even though her parents don’t know yet. Janelle is going to ditch this shitty town. She’ll run out of guys soon anyway. And she’ll have the experience for bigger and better things.
Everyone around Wellington was going to the Saturday night disco. Some people with cars, or boyfriends with cars were even coming out from Dubbo. The band was some B-grade town band called Dead Horse. Janelle thought it was a good name as she saw the band arrived that afternoon to set up at the hall across the road.
‘What do you think I should wear?’ Janelle asked Ronette.
‘Wear the white cheesecloth with the off the shoulder sleeves and the clinched waist’ she said, ‘the shadow from the white will accentuate your big boobs. I’ll lend you a special bra for even more push-up. Guys love cleavage.’ She took a drag of her cigarette. ‘And you’re like me, you could use some extra height, so wear my 4 inch pumps – the white ones.’ ‘Once you’re dressed, I’ll do your hair and put your make up on - you, darling, are going to get some cock tonight!’
‘Thanks!’ Janelle smiled, knowing how she'd look with the layers of expensive mascara, eyeliner, lip-gloss and bright blue eye-shadow – she was going to look so much hotter than all the local dumb sluts and slack molls.
Ronette was right about the dress – Janelle noted with delight when she put it on in dim light, it did accentuate her already generous melon-breasts. She was also right about the make-up and hair. Ronette curled her hair with a wand so it had bounce to go with the gloss and really loaded her up with make-up. Janelle was particularly impressed with the deep crimson lip-gloss – it showcased those suck-me-off lips that guys adore.
Janelle’s friends and enemies alike were jealous when she walked in. She radiated sexy and fuck-me-if-you can confidence. It was so obvious that she could have any guy in the room.
‘You look great!’ Maria Dukes, her friend from the bus said. ‘Thanks’ said Janelle casually glancing around the room. Her eyes fixed on Cathy, wearing tight jeans, a hot-pink boob tube and high heels.
‘Not like Cathy’ Maria said, ‘she looks like slut.’ She offered Janelle a cigarette. Janelle took it, she knew how sexy she looked when she tossed her hair around and blew smoke into air.
The band was only playing till midnight, so Janelle knew she had to move quickly. At about nine o’clock she decided on her target when Stephen Charvat walked in. Stephen had the reputation as the stud of Wellington. He had cut a swathe through the sluts around the little town and the rumour was that he’d even fucked a few of the Dubbo housewives who brought their cars into his workshop!
Stephen worked at Peter Clifton Torana in the main street of Dubbo which was the biggest town for many miles. And, he had a Torana SLR 5000 too! Bright yellow with a black stripe and spoiler and flames airbrushed up the sides under the stripe, just in case you didn’t get that he was hot. It drove chicks wild with desire. Janelle didn’t give a fuck about his car but thought the experience would be fun. Stephen spotted Janelle straight away. She was pashing off Maurice Cao on the bench by the window. Janelle knew it would get his attention.
He strode over. ‘Wanna dance?’ he said.
Janelle immediately and wordlessly got up and walked to the dance floor holding Stephen's hand and leaving Maurice dejected and desperately covering his erection.
On the dance floor, Janelle began to hop up and down in a little bunny-jump dance, sending her tits jiggling and her hair bouncing. Stephen was a shit dancer and spent the time attempting to bump into her breasts.
‘Wanna come out to me car’ he said.
‘Nah’ Janelle shook her head, knowing how bad he was hanging out.
Stephen was shocked. Most chicks love his car. Janelle started running her hand up the inside of his leg. His cock was like a caged a****l – not just rock-hard, but pulsating, almost jumping.
‘I want to dance a bit longer’ Janelle licked her lips. His pants could barely contain his cock.
‘How about a drink?’ he said, ‘and a smoke?’
Janelle could see he was struggling to stand up properly under the inconvenience of his expanding penis.
‘OK’ she said.
There was no alcohol, so they sat on a side-bench and drank coke and lit cigarettes. Cathy, Linda and Leanne snarled at Janelle from across the room as they stood by themselves.
In between smoking and drinking, Janelle tongue kissed Stephen.
‘Wanna see me car now?’ he panted.
Janelle decided the time was right. ‘OK’ she stood up and headed out making sure she walked past the snarling sluts on her way to the door.
Stephen’s car was parked behind the hall between the public toilets in the park and the railway station – her usual blowjob sites around Wellington. Janelle could see Stephen had spent all day on his Torana – it gleamed in the dark.
‘Like me car?’ he smiled as he unlocked the front doors.
‘Yeah’ Janelle lied.
‘Wanna see the back seat?’ he winked. Janelle knows that’s code for want to give me some sex in classy Wellington.
‘Yeah’ Janelle winked back. ‘Nice seat covers’ she lied as she felt the plush velveteen fabric on the back seats.
‘Yeah’ Stephen beamed, ‘got me car all decked out!’
‘Great!’ Janelle said as she started unzipping his fly.
His cock burst forth like a coiled spring – it was enormous, if he was kneeling, it would be almost dragging on the ground.
Janelle ran her mouth across it and estimated that it was about eleven inches long – the largest she'd ever had and heaps bigger than she'd expected.
‘Oh yeah’ Stephen moaned, ‘you’re so hot! you deserve my big prick.’
Janelle went down on the flagpole again and started moving her mouth up and down, slowly. ‘God, Stephen, I just love your cock.’
‘Oh yeah… suck it babe…’ Stephen was groaning, ‘you’re so classy!’
Janelle kept blowing, and gradually picked up the tempo, impressed with his ability to hold off longer than most other guys. She started stroking his balls and running her tongue across them in between bouts of throat-fucking.
Stephen was horizontal on the seat writhing in ecstasy. Janelle was kneeling on the floor, her mouth now completely covering his 11-inch cock with each blow of her head. She had the rare ability to over-ride the gag reflex and was a genuine deepthroat cocksucker. She was also getting horny and thought she would soon jump on and start riding him – fuck! his cock was so hard, so big, and his stamina was impressive.
But at that instant she felt a twitching rumble and the familiar taste of pre-cum at the back of her throat. 'Oh, fuck it' she thought and just kept blowing - until the force of the cum-explosion jerked her head back and forced her mouth off his erupting cock. Several long white ropes of cum shot onto the roof of the Torana and dripped off the seat covers and caught Janelle’s face, her hair and dress.
As she got up off the floor, she saw another advantage to wearing white – apart from accentuating her tits – it hides cum stains. Stephen was spread-eagled on the seat, totally drained of sperm and energy. His cock had shrunk to a slug.
Janelle checked her watch as she cleaned great splotches of cum from her dress and hair. There were no rag or paper tissues in the car, so she sc****d up the cum with her fingers and deposited the mess into her mouth then gulping down Stephen's ejaculate.
It was after eleven. She was still wanting to get back inside to pick up another guy before midnight. Stephen was keen to go again.
‘Wait a few minutes’ he said trying to get his breath back, ‘I’ll get it up and screw you good!’
But Janelle had decided she would pick up another stud tonight. ‘Come and see me inside if you do’ she said, already walking away.
As Janelle was walking back inside, she saw Cathy Pender disappearing into the Men’s toilets with Maurice Cao.
A she continued walking, Maria ran up to her and asked ‘hey Janelle, did you fuck Stephen?’
‘Nah,’ Janelle replied casually, ‘I just blew him – and, just so you know, he has a huge cock!’
‘Wow!’ Maria was impressed. ‘Hey, that slut Cathy Pender went off to the loos with Cao!’ she dragged on her cigarette.
‘Yeah, I saw that moll with Maurice’ sneered Janelle.
‘Frances said she’s got her rags on though, she saw her with tampons yesterday, so she won’t be getting any tonight, anyway!’
‘Ha ha.’ The dance would be finishing before long and Janelle was scanning the room to see who else she could approach.
Her eyes fixed on Jason Luck, who’d just turned up from another gig in Dubbo. Jason was nineteen and played in a band called ‘Back Yard’. Jason noticed Janelle at the same time.
‘Wow! Jason’s fuckin’ hot!’ Maria said.
Jason started making a b-line for Janelle.
‘Wanna ciggie?’ he said to Janelle.
‘Sure’ Janelle said licking the remaining layers of lip gloss that hadn’t been spent on Stephen’s cock.
Janelle pushed her big tits out, lifted her chin and sucked hard on the cigarette. All the while staring at Jason’s expanding cock.
‘Wanna see me car?’ Jason asked.
Janelle agreed without hesitating. She knew how desperate she sounded, but also knew she’d have to work fast.
‘What kind of car have you got?’ Again, she straightened her back and thrust her melons outwards.
‘A bronze Sandman panelvan, with mermaids airbrushed on both sides!’
‘Wow!’ Janelle was good at lying.
‘Yeah’ Jason was pleased. ‘I done it meself, ya know!’
Jason was a spray-painter.
‘Wow!’ Janelle repeated because guys in Wellington were usually impressed with that and Janelle didn’t waste words.
‘Wanna see?’
‘Oh, wouldn’t I!’ Janelle said.
As they were walking out, they passed Cathy. She looked like she’d been crying.
‘Maybe you can take me for a drive to the truck stop?’ Janelle said at the top of her voice as they walked past.
‘Sure’ Jason said.
‘Great!’ Janelle smiled. ‘Never been in a Sandman panelvan before! Can’t wait!
Janelle was an expert at giving head by the time she was 18 years old. She had learnt all through the previous year doing local guys in the Wellington public toilets and down by the railway station. She was not only a great cocksucker, she was a striking young woman – though short, she carried her frame in an elegant upright manner, her legs had the shape and strength of the dancer that she was, but the thing that everybody first saw in Janelle was her generous 40 inch pair of melon-breasts. Her moon-face was pleasant but plain – there was no other way to put it – though most men found her overly large mouth and eyes to have a ‘fuck-me’ approachability. Put simply, most men thought Janelle was utterly fuckable and also thought they were in with a chance.
So she’d gained the reputation of the cocksucking queen of Wellington – better even than those two old sluts who regularly cruised the Royal Hotel at Wellington, and they were almost 30! Janelle learnt to take advantage of her appeal very quickly – guys struggled to contain their hard-on when they were around her and especially when she approached them to chat, which she would often do.
Shortly after her 18th birthday, Janelle has a chance to move up in the world because some local band decided to play for a disco at the Wellington Hall, right across the road from her Aunt’s house where she lived. Janelle knew that heaps of guys from around Wellington and even Dubbo – guys who’d left school a few years before – would be there. The guys from Wellington all left and did apprenticeships, usually in some trade related to cars or construction – mechanics, panel beaters, electricians, detailers and spray-painters – it was every bloke in Wellington’s life dream to have a car and a girlfriend.
It was especially good luck for Janelle that her hot older cousin Ronette was home for the weekend. It meant she could borrow make-up and some sexy clothes from Ronette who lived in Sydney and had a boyfriend. Ronette had been a slut too, when she was living in Wellington and she had encouraged and humoured Janelle when she was ready to start blowing men. Janelle had learnt from Ronette the importance of giving attention to the head of the cock and how to use her throat as a de facto cunt, rather than trying to suck the life out of the dick.
Janelle knew she was a slut – but kind of classy, at least by Wellington standards, which are admittedly very low. She’s definitely got plans for moving on – even though her parents don’t know yet. Janelle is going to ditch this shitty town. She’ll run out of guys soon anyway. And she’ll have the experience for bigger and better things.
Everyone around Wellington was going to the Saturday night disco. Some people with cars, or boyfriends with cars were even coming out from Dubbo. The band was some B-grade town band called Dead Horse. Janelle thought it was a good name as she saw the band arrived that afternoon to set up at the hall across the road.
‘What do you think I should wear?’ Janelle asked Ronette.
‘Wear the white cheesecloth with the off the shoulder sleeves and the clinched waist’ she said, ‘the shadow from the white will accentuate your big boobs. I’ll lend you a special bra for even more push-up. Guys love cleavage.’ She took a drag of her cigarette. ‘And you’re like me, you could use some extra height, so wear my 4 inch pumps – the white ones.’ ‘Once you’re dressed, I’ll do your hair and put your make up on - you, darling, are going to get some cock tonight!’
‘Thanks!’ Janelle smiled, knowing how she'd look with the layers of expensive mascara, eyeliner, lip-gloss and bright blue eye-shadow – she was going to look so much hotter than all the local dumb sluts and slack molls.
Ronette was right about the dress – Janelle noted with delight when she put it on in dim light, it did accentuate her already generous melon-breasts. She was also right about the make-up and hair. Ronette curled her hair with a wand so it had bounce to go with the gloss and really loaded her up with make-up. Janelle was particularly impressed with the deep crimson lip-gloss – it showcased those suck-me-off lips that guys adore.
Janelle’s friends and enemies alike were jealous when she walked in. She radiated sexy and fuck-me-if-you can confidence. It was so obvious that she could have any guy in the room.
‘You look great!’ Maria Dukes, her friend from the bus said. ‘Thanks’ said Janelle casually glancing around the room. Her eyes fixed on Cathy, wearing tight jeans, a hot-pink boob tube and high heels.
‘Not like Cathy’ Maria said, ‘she looks like slut.’ She offered Janelle a cigarette. Janelle took it, she knew how sexy she looked when she tossed her hair around and blew smoke into air.
The band was only playing till midnight, so Janelle knew she had to move quickly. At about nine o’clock she decided on her target when Stephen Charvat walked in. Stephen had the reputation as the stud of Wellington. He had cut a swathe through the sluts around the little town and the rumour was that he’d even fucked a few of the Dubbo housewives who brought their cars into his workshop!
Stephen worked at Peter Clifton Torana in the main street of Dubbo which was the biggest town for many miles. And, he had a Torana SLR 5000 too! Bright yellow with a black stripe and spoiler and flames airbrushed up the sides under the stripe, just in case you didn’t get that he was hot. It drove chicks wild with desire. Janelle didn’t give a fuck about his car but thought the experience would be fun. Stephen spotted Janelle straight away. She was pashing off Maurice Cao on the bench by the window. Janelle knew it would get his attention.
He strode over. ‘Wanna dance?’ he said.
Janelle immediately and wordlessly got up and walked to the dance floor holding Stephen's hand and leaving Maurice dejected and desperately covering his erection.
On the dance floor, Janelle began to hop up and down in a little bunny-jump dance, sending her tits jiggling and her hair bouncing. Stephen was a shit dancer and spent the time attempting to bump into her breasts.
‘Wanna come out to me car’ he said.
‘Nah’ Janelle shook her head, knowing how bad he was hanging out.
Stephen was shocked. Most chicks love his car. Janelle started running her hand up the inside of his leg. His cock was like a caged a****l – not just rock-hard, but pulsating, almost jumping.
‘I want to dance a bit longer’ Janelle licked her lips. His pants could barely contain his cock.
‘How about a drink?’ he said, ‘and a smoke?’
Janelle could see he was struggling to stand up properly under the inconvenience of his expanding penis.
‘OK’ she said.
There was no alcohol, so they sat on a side-bench and drank coke and lit cigarettes. Cathy, Linda and Leanne snarled at Janelle from across the room as they stood by themselves.
In between smoking and drinking, Janelle tongue kissed Stephen.
‘Wanna see me car now?’ he panted.
Janelle decided the time was right. ‘OK’ she stood up and headed out making sure she walked past the snarling sluts on her way to the door.
Stephen’s car was parked behind the hall between the public toilets in the park and the railway station – her usual blowjob sites around Wellington. Janelle could see Stephen had spent all day on his Torana – it gleamed in the dark.
‘Like me car?’ he smiled as he unlocked the front doors.
‘Yeah’ Janelle lied.
‘Wanna see the back seat?’ he winked. Janelle knows that’s code for want to give me some sex in classy Wellington.
‘Yeah’ Janelle winked back. ‘Nice seat covers’ she lied as she felt the plush velveteen fabric on the back seats.
‘Yeah’ Stephen beamed, ‘got me car all decked out!’
‘Great!’ Janelle said as she started unzipping his fly.
His cock burst forth like a coiled spring – it was enormous, if he was kneeling, it would be almost dragging on the ground.
Janelle ran her mouth across it and estimated that it was about eleven inches long – the largest she'd ever had and heaps bigger than she'd expected.
‘Oh yeah’ Stephen moaned, ‘you’re so hot! you deserve my big prick.’
Janelle went down on the flagpole again and started moving her mouth up and down, slowly. ‘God, Stephen, I just love your cock.’
‘Oh yeah… suck it babe…’ Stephen was groaning, ‘you’re so classy!’
Janelle kept blowing, and gradually picked up the tempo, impressed with his ability to hold off longer than most other guys. She started stroking his balls and running her tongue across them in between bouts of throat-fucking.
Stephen was horizontal on the seat writhing in ecstasy. Janelle was kneeling on the floor, her mouth now completely covering his 11-inch cock with each blow of her head. She had the rare ability to over-ride the gag reflex and was a genuine deepthroat cocksucker. She was also getting horny and thought she would soon jump on and start riding him – fuck! his cock was so hard, so big, and his stamina was impressive.
But at that instant she felt a twitching rumble and the familiar taste of pre-cum at the back of her throat. 'Oh, fuck it' she thought and just kept blowing - until the force of the cum-explosion jerked her head back and forced her mouth off his erupting cock. Several long white ropes of cum shot onto the roof of the Torana and dripped off the seat covers and caught Janelle’s face, her hair and dress.
As she got up off the floor, she saw another advantage to wearing white – apart from accentuating her tits – it hides cum stains. Stephen was spread-eagled on the seat, totally drained of sperm and energy. His cock had shrunk to a slug.
Janelle checked her watch as she cleaned great splotches of cum from her dress and hair. There were no rag or paper tissues in the car, so she sc****d up the cum with her fingers and deposited the mess into her mouth then gulping down Stephen's ejaculate.
It was after eleven. She was still wanting to get back inside to pick up another guy before midnight. Stephen was keen to go again.
‘Wait a few minutes’ he said trying to get his breath back, ‘I’ll get it up and screw you good!’
But Janelle had decided she would pick up another stud tonight. ‘Come and see me inside if you do’ she said, already walking away.
As Janelle was walking back inside, she saw Cathy Pender disappearing into the Men’s toilets with Maurice Cao.
A she continued walking, Maria ran up to her and asked ‘hey Janelle, did you fuck Stephen?’
‘Nah,’ Janelle replied casually, ‘I just blew him – and, just so you know, he has a huge cock!’
‘Wow!’ Maria was impressed. ‘Hey, that slut Cathy Pender went off to the loos with Cao!’ she dragged on her cigarette.
‘Yeah, I saw that moll with Maurice’ sneered Janelle.
‘Frances said she’s got her rags on though, she saw her with tampons yesterday, so she won’t be getting any tonight, anyway!’
‘Ha ha.’ The dance would be finishing before long and Janelle was scanning the room to see who else she could approach.
Her eyes fixed on Jason Luck, who’d just turned up from another gig in Dubbo. Jason was nineteen and played in a band called ‘Back Yard’. Jason noticed Janelle at the same time.
‘Wow! Jason’s fuckin’ hot!’ Maria said.
Jason started making a b-line for Janelle.
‘Wanna ciggie?’ he said to Janelle.
‘Sure’ Janelle said licking the remaining layers of lip gloss that hadn’t been spent on Stephen’s cock.
Janelle pushed her big tits out, lifted her chin and sucked hard on the cigarette. All the while staring at Jason’s expanding cock.
‘Wanna see me car?’ Jason asked.
Janelle agreed without hesitating. She knew how desperate she sounded, but also knew she’d have to work fast.
‘What kind of car have you got?’ Again, she straightened her back and thrust her melons outwards.
‘A bronze Sandman panelvan, with mermaids airbrushed on both sides!’
‘Wow!’ Janelle was good at lying.
‘Yeah’ Jason was pleased. ‘I done it meself, ya know!’
Jason was a spray-painter.
‘Wow!’ Janelle repeated because guys in Wellington were usually impressed with that and Janelle didn’t waste words.
‘Wanna see?’
‘Oh, wouldn’t I!’ Janelle said.
As they were walking out, they passed Cathy. She looked like she’d been crying.
‘Maybe you can take me for a drive to the truck stop?’ Janelle said at the top of her voice as they walked past.
‘Sure’ Jason said.
‘Great!’ Janelle smiled. ‘Never been in a Sandman panelvan before! Can’t wait!
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