The Year of the Cat Ch. 08

"Thank you, Janice." Matt managed to say between ragged breaths.

Janice's stunned trance was broken by the sound of his voice. Her wide eyes raised to his. "Thank yo- I mean... you're welcome." she stammered.

Janice glanced down at her forearms still holding her massive breasts aloft. Her bulging swaths of skin poured forth pressing around her arms.

Looking up at Matt again, she noticed him watching her standing there. Janice couldn't believe her eyes when she saw that his dick was inflating slowly yet again.

She gulped. "I'm gonna go now.", she turned to quickly scoot out of the bedroom. "Goodnight Matty!! Sweet dreams!!"

"Goodnight Janice." said Matt reaching over to the tissue box .

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Janice walked back to her bedroom. She shook her head, astonished as she reviewed the roller coaster events of the evening.

"Wow, Janice. How could you!? You really crossed the line tonight. You're lucky if you didn't ruin your friendship with Matty!" she cursed herself. "...Maybe it's a good thing that we'll be away from each other for awhile." she sadly surmised.

In her bedroom, Janice stripped down to her panties, turned off the lights and climbed into bed.

Closing her eyes, all she could picture in her mind was Matt's immense cock erupting white lava from its slitted peak. She fought to think of something else as tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable.

Finally, with a sigh, she reached under her pillow for her fluorescent pink dildo. Janice twisted the flat end to activate her favorite pulsating vibration pattern and pressed it up against her panty clad pussy.

The pink wand thrummed against her clit. Janice bit her lip feeling the sublime swelling inside of her. However, the dildo's intensity soon faded to a standstill.

"Dead battery!? Fuck! I need an orgasm." she cursed the darkness, tossing her vibrator to the floor.

Janice closed her eyes again. Once more the mental image of Matt's volcanic phallus was waiting. "Shit... ok. Just this once..."

She allowed her fingers to slide beneath the hem of her panties, as she recalled the details of Matt's orgasm.

"All that cum shooting out. His eyes... that look... watching me."

Janice's fingers caressed her labia. Her middle finger slid between her moist, pink folds and found her clitoris. She began to press and slide her fingertip against the ultra sensitive nub in a rapid circular motion. The tingle she had sought had finally arrived and began to grow.

"I made that happen. Just playing with myself a little was all he could take. He thinks I'm that sexy...."

Janice's motion against her clit increased. Her other hand urgently sought out and pinched her nipple. The warmth spread inside of her as the delicious tingle intensified.

"Oh my god... when he came... the sound he made, the look on his face and all that cum ... all for me."

Suddenly, the wave of her orgasm struck the parched sandy shore of her consciousness. Janice squirmed uncontrollably in her bed as utter resplendently washed over her body. The ecstatic elation coursed it's way to the very tips of her fingers and toes. Janice gasped finally, realizing she hadn't been breathing.

She could feel herself being lowered into a warm pool of relief and relaxation when the orgasmic wave had receded.

Janice's hand was still lodged in her panties as she drifted into the darkened tunnel of peaceful sleep.