Jan In The Mines Pt 02

Chapter 4

She put it from her mind in the following days until Saturday night.

Cath called and said they were going to the Club for a meal. Realizing she had $200, she said she would come along, smiling to herself she could afford to go out for a meal for a change.

They spent a pleasant few hours eating, and around eight, she saw Terry walk in, feeling her tummy swirl as he headed to their table.

"Hi everyone", he beamed and smiled at Jan.

She smiled back, feeling like a teenager with a secret.

"You having a beer, mate". Pete asked.

"No, I'm heading off. I've been at the Cricket Club, so I'm having an early night."

"You pussy" Pete chided as he and Cathy rose to go into the poker machines.

"You coming, mum "Cathy asked.

"Nope, not wasting my money on those damn things", she laughed back as they walked away, leaving her sitting with Terry.

They made small talk without mentioning the other night until Terry opened up.

"Are you staying long?"

"No, not really why?"

He smiles sheepishly.

"Well thought maybe we could go again if your interested."

She was a little surprised.

"You mean tonight",

He nodded.

She didn't have to think.

"Yes, OK, "

She headed in and let Pete and Cathy know she was getting a lift of Terry saying goodnight to them.

As they walked out of the Club, she felt a weakening in her legs.

God, she thought, here I am, walking out with this young man who is going to give me 200 dollars to have sex.

Driving, he looked across at her.

"You're OK with this?"

"Yes, sure, I'm still a little nervous"

Reaching the same parking spot as last time, he stopped and, opening his door, got out, retrieving a blanket.

"I thought I might make this a bit more comfortable."

She agreed and, walking around to the side where he had spread the blanket on the ground.

He lay straight down and, without a word, slipped his pants off, exposing a fully erect cock.

Stroking it slowly as he propped up, he watched as she kicked her shoes off, then slid her panties and hose off.

"Take your dress off too," he half commanded, so she lifted her dress over her head, glancing around to make sure no one was near-then unclipped her bra, her tits bursting free.

"Geezus", he breathed at the sight of this 65-year-old woman naked.

Her legs were slim and well-muscled, leading up to her pussy which was covered with slightly wispy hair; her tummy was flat, and her breasts large and firm.

Feeling awkward, she sat beside him and then lay on her back.

Terry tore off his shirt, now naked, and rolled over onto her.

Her legs parted as he supported himself on one arm, directing his cock into her waiting pussy.

He pushed ever so slightly, and she felt an immense fulness as his cock slid in.

"Your wet," he smiled, looking down at her.

Yes, she was, and it surprised her. She hadn't felt aroused, but his being able to slide in without trouble made her realize she was very wet.

"Oh shit," he said.

"What?" she asked worriedly.

"I forgot the condom".

"That's OK," she answered without thinking.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, it's OK I don't mind".

She wanted to say she wanted to feel his cum inside her but didn't dare.

She wasn't used to sex and usually did not need it, but she had found herself thinking of the night in his truck, and a twinge ran through her that she had never felt his cum in her.

As he slid in and out, she bent her knees, spreading her legs as far as she could to take him, and before long, he was plowing into her, she rising to meet his thrusts and hearing the sound of her wetness as his cock pistoned in and out.

The feeling of his balls slapping against her aroused her further, and she found herself locking her ankles, wrapping her legs around him.

It didn't take long for him to cum.

She felt his pace quicken, his cock swell, then the sensation of hot flooding inside her.

She locked her legs tighter, raising to give him direct access into her, and matched his rhythm, feeling him empty inside her.

They both slowly gyrated, still locked together until the throbbing of his cock stopped, and she felt the rush of cool air on her pussy as he withdrew, flopping on his back beside her.

"I needed that", she heard him say.

"You sure did by the feel of it", she said without thinking.

"Well, I needed it big time. you emptied me, Christ, you're a good screw"

After a few minutes, they started dressing. Jan stood and slipped her dress over without her bra.

"Going commando, are we?"

"What's that? "She asked, confused.

"Nothing on under your dress, and you never put your bra or undies back on".

She chuckled.

"No, I didn't. I didn't bother. I will be home shortly and have a shower."

"I wish I could join you in having that shower. We might have to work that out one time if you agree. extra of course"

"I guess", was all she could answer. She had never showered with a man.

"Well, payment. Like 200 is for sex, but anything like that is sort of an extra. You need to get with it, mum. I told you there's money in this, and you outa think seriously about it; you will get back to the City in no time with plenty left over as well."

She sighed, "It will be a long save, and you might tire of me".

"No way, and I am not being rude, but I am not the only man who wants a regular. There's plenty more, you know".

She looked at him. "Do you mean me and others?"

"Yep, as I said, no offense, but if you want, I can find other men who won't say a word and would love to have you on the quiet. It's up to you, mum, just saying."

Reaching her house, she looked at him. "Are you serious about "extra" for showering"

"Definitely, 100 bucks, how's that?"

Her mind raced.

"OK, so $100 bucks to shower with me? I'll do it " she said.

He was pleasantly surprised and they both left the truck, walking up into the house.

Jan didn't care about the neighbors, strangely

Perhaps she was being paranoid. The more she thought about it, the more she realized she had men and women drop by her place often so the neighbors, for all she knew, would not think a thing.

She went straight to her bedroom, gathering clean underwear and her robe.

Terry stood at the bathroom door as she peeled the dress over her head and faced him naked.

"Geez, mum, I gave you quite a load, and looking down, she saw her pubic hair was wet and matted, her inner thighs also soaked with the remnants of his cum".

She stepped into the shower, feeling the warm water cascade over her. Then she felt Terry step in.

Soaping herself, she turned to face him.

He towered over her, and it was not only the 1st time he had the chance to see her naked in proper light, but she also got her 1st view of him naked.

He had a wonderful build, tanned, hairy, broad chest, and strong legs.

His cock looked much bigger as well, semi-flaccid, dangling down with his ball sack hanging.

She turned as he took the sponge from her and began washing and soaping her back, kissing her neck.

Without thinking, she fell behind and took hold of his dangling cock, gently soaping and stroking it as he soaped her pussy, this towering man and tiny grandmother washing each other.

She thought about how her daughter and others would react, knowing she was having sex with a man nearly half her age and being paid.

She felt his cock harden and was a little surprised. He had just had her and yet was getting hard again. God, she thought, all the men she knew usually came in 2 minutes, and that was it for them.

Gently pushing, he had her bend as he lowered his knees. His cock was probing.

He was going to fuck her again.

She shuffled back to allow room to bend at the waist, taking hold of the handrail and spreading her legs further.

She felt two pokes and reached under between her legs, grasping his firm cock, directing it to her waiting open pussy,

He entered her in one long stroke, his cum load from before still deep inside her, lubricating his cock.

He drove in and out quickly; she bent, accepting his hardness and throbbing.

She had never been fucked this way and had never showered with a man either, so both sensations were new.

With a final thrust and a grunt, he came, and she felt her feet leave the shower floor as he pushed so far up it lifted her and impaled her on his spurting cock.

She felt heat and wetness inside her but not as much as earlier as he emptied into her body a second time, leaning forward, clasping her swinging tits as he came.

Straightening, he withdrew his cock, and both, without a word, washed each other once again, Jan soaping his cock, which was deflating, and he washed her cum drenched pussy, inserting his fingers inside her to wash all the seed he had deposited in her out.

Finishing, they dried and dressed. Jan slipped on clean panties and, in her dressing gown, padded barefoot to the kitchen.

They sat having a smoke, no mention made of what had just occurred.

It was like it had never happened, but she was coming to realize that to him, it was simply a business transaction. Sex, then payment. Easy and simple, and she started to understand why men preferred prostitutes and paying. No fuss; just use their body, empty themselves.

Finishing his coffee, he stood, walked to the door, and handed her 300 dollars.

"Mum, I was only supposed to shower with you, and I got a root as well, so would 300 be OK?"

She half smiled and laughed. One at his silliness and his manners, the other part in delight.

She stretched and pecked his cheek.

"OMG, Terry, you are blushing."

He laughed and suddenly hugged her, lifting her from the floor.

She hugged him back as she dangled feet off the floor, this big, six-foot-two, strong bear of a man and tiny five-foot-one grandmother.

Putting her down, they locked eyes, and he said quietly, "Thanks, Mum loved it."

"Did you?" she asked, genuinely worried that he was just saying it and that, in fact, she did not really please him.

"Yes, I did. I needed it but got more."

"What a strange thing to say. What does that mean?" she asked.

"Well, I was horny and wanted it, but I don't know, just when I was up you in the shower and earlier laying on the ground cumming, I wanted to give you every drop I had."

"I think you did" she smiled back.

"So you felt it, huh?"

"OH yes, I felt it all".

They both understood. He may be paying her for the sex they just had, but there was a warmth between them and a friendship.

She smiled back at him, and he knew she understood.

He left with a wave leaving her to smile and sit at the table with $300 crisp dollars. WOW was all she could think.

God, I have made 600 dollars in 4 days, she pondered. I hope he keeps coming, I could be out of this place in a matter of months.

Chapter 5

Over the next few weeks, Terry called 2, sometimes 3 times a week.

She had begun to relax fully with him as he was with her, and the sex was usually brief, with more time spent after having a smoke and chatting, perhaps 30 minutes from start to finish.

They alternated between the ground with a blanket or, if the ground was wet, the rear seat of his truck

Sometimes, it was at her home, on the bed or couch, and once even on the lounge floor.

He liked changing positions, so for the first time in her life, she experienced having sex on her hands and knees, as well as standing and being taken from behind.

Her pussy had started to relax, and she no longer felt sore the day after and noticed she was lubricating naturally prior to him sliding his cock in her.

Terry came quickly, always, and as much as they chatted and were friends when it came to sex, he was no frills and entered and fucked until he came.

There was no romance involved, and he didn't consider her at all, which didn't worry Jan as he was paying her after all, so most times, she lay and received his cum in a short time.

She had saved nearly $1500 and was more than happy because, apart from saving to leave, she could also afford little luxuries with the extra money.

Chapter 6

Another usual weekend BBQ.

There were about 40 there mostly guys from the mines and a few wives and girlfriends.

Terry, of course, was there, and he and Jan chatted on and off over the evening, no one even dreaming that this elderly grandmother was being pounded by the big hulking miner.

At one point, he caught her alone and told her he was taking three weeks off and flying to Perth.

She was a little disappointed but not to worry, she told him.

"So, how is your savings going for your escape?" He smiled.

She smiled back. "It's going very well; hopefully, I will be out of here in a few months".

"Sorry, I won't see you for 3 weeks, mum, will absolutely miss you and that lovely little pussy of yours and gorgeous tits", he whispered to her.

She smiled. It was a compliment to her.

"Oh well, I will just wait till you're back, I guess."

He moved closer to her.

"Mum, I told you, and now I know you, and you me. You know it's not rude or that I am an ass hole, but there are other guys that would pay. You know that, don't you".

She had thought about what he told her weeks back and other men.

"But can I trust another guy not to tell?"

"You trusted me, and have I let you down"?

"No, you haven't".

"Well, just saying".

"You know someone, don't you"?

"Yep, I'm not going to lie. I know a couple I work with who are like me and want a bit but won't use the mine women".

"Can I ask who"?

"Tell you what. How about I introduce you?"

"What?" she whispered back in half panic.

He smiled. "No,` I don't mean like that. Just trust me and wander over when I give the nod."

He rose and walked away and, for 5 minutes, mingled with others chatting.

He then started talking with a young guy. Alan. She knew Alan from town.

He worked at the mines casually but also at the local supermarket, and she often chatted with him on the street and while shopping in his store.

He was about 23, well-built, and friendly.

Surely not, she thought to herself.

Terry looked over at one point, giving her a half nod.

She wasn't sure how to approach them, so she walked by like she was heading for another drink.

"Mum," Terry said as she walked past and stopped.

"Do you know Alan?"

Alan nodded. "Hi, Mrs Naylor,"

"Hi Alan " she smiled.

They chatted briefly, and she was nervous and headed to the kitchen for another drink.

Terry caught her a few minutes later in the yard, sitting beside her.

"Well," he asked.

"Alan, you mean?"

"Yep."

"Well, he's a nice guy. I know him, but gee, I'm nervous," she laughed.

"Like, would he even be interested? He is a great-looking young man, and as you heard, he calls me Mrs. Naylor" She chuckled

"So, are you interested? It's the same price, and I can guarantee he won't say a word."

God, could she be doing this? She hardly believed she was arranging for another man to have sex with her, yet she found herself nodding. "OK, I trust you,". she half whispered

He rose and walked back, chatting to a small group of men, Alan included.

She saw him take Alan aside, and after a brief conversation, she saw Alan nod and glance over at her.

She quickly looked away.

Terry walked to her.

"Mum, I am heading off in a minute. I get the early plane out in the morning, so how about I run you home?"

He smiled and winked, and she smiled back;" OK, no probs, I will tell Cathy."

"Do you mind if Alan comes along well"?

She looked away, not sure what to say or do.

He bent and whispered.

"It's OK. You will be fine, and you get 400 bucks to take the two off us."

She nodded. She didn't care anymore. She was getting out of this place and didn't care how.

"I guess she said," looking up at him.

"Mum, you were nervous with me the first time, so it's the same. Come on, let's do it."

He nodded to Alan, and after saying their goodbyes, he trailed them to Terry's truck.

Jan avoided looking at him and climbed in the front, Alan in the back.

It was a short drive to the usual spot, and when they arrived, Terry stepped out, indicating for her to do the same.

It had been raining, and the ground was wet.

Terry walked around to her.

"Relax, woman, he said softly. Just lift your dress and take your panties off. Leave the rest to us, OK?"

She silently slid her panties down, holding them in her hand as Terry turned her towards the truck.

She turned, knowing what he wanted, silently admitting to herself that she enjoyed the position.

Raising her dress around her waist, she placed her free hand on the bonnet of the truck, still holding her panties.

She was learning and knew after Terry came in her, she could use the panties to wipe her pussy off his cum.

Bent over the bonnet, she spread her legs and felt Terry move his hands, then cool air on her pussy as he tore a small hole in her hose to gain entry.

She waited as he fumbled behind her, dropping his pants, and then felt his familiar grip on her hips.

Instinctively she reached under and took hold of his cock, placing it at her pussy entrance, and felt it slide into her with two easy pushes.

He began to pump into her, holding her hips and her dress up, allowing her to have two hands on the truck to steady herself.

She dropped her head and looked under her arm to see Alan had also dropped his jeans and was stroking his cock, which was fully up, and, surprising herself, she felt her juices start to flow from arousal.

He was larger than Terry in girth, not length, his cock red and angry.

Alan caught her watching, so she reluctantly looked away, concentrating on Terry's cock plowing into her, feeling his pace increase and his cock swell. He was about to cum.

"Here, mum, all yours." She heard the familiar voice and words, then felt his seed shoot into her, bathing the walls of her cunt.

She bent, accepting it, enjoying this familiar swelling and throb of each spurt of cum he shot into her.

She even knew how much. Usually, she felt four shots. Tonight was no different, and feeling the fourth throb, she knew he was empty.

He withdrew quicker than he usually did.

She heard his voice. " your turn, mate. I loosened her up for you, but it's going to be sloppy."

Bent over, legs wide apart, cum dripping from her, she felt herself wanting to scream fuck me but never dared whisper what she wanted.

She sensed Alan behind her and expected to feel him fumbling; she was surprised when he entered her with a long, easy stroke, hearing Terry's voice through the haze.

"Fuck her, mate."

Alan didn't respond and began to fuck her gently, much more gently than Terry, pushing in deep the withdrawal slowly.

As the minutes went by with his steady, even motion, she felt sensations rising

Terry would have cum by now, so this was new to her as he slowly and gently slid in and out, minute after minute, no rush, just a steady rhythm.

OH God, she thought, he is going to make me cum if he keeps doing this.

He continued, gently sliding in and out of her, her pussy accepting him easily with Terry's load of cum lubricating her.

Terry was leaning against the truck, watching.

"Give it to her mate", she heard him say.

It tipped her over the edge, and she could not hold back any longer, shuddering as she came.

Alan felt her orgasm, sinking his cock up to the hilt, not moving as he held her hips, allowing her to enjoy the sensation of her orgasm around his shaft.

He knows she thought through the ecstasy.

He waited, still buried in her, until her thighs stopped quivering from her orgasm, then continued his assault on her sensitive pussy.

God, she thought as her juices flowed, the sound from her pussy and his cock now loud with the combination of Terry's cum.