Chapter 1 - Day Hunting

Jane woke up feeling horny. There was nothing unusual about that, but today it had a real edge to it, a driving urge. She’d not had a shag for days and today, she decided, she was going to do something about it. But first, she needed to sort herself out.

As one hand crept into her panties and started to rub over her shaven vulva, a finger pressing between her lips, her other hand reached across to the bedside table. As always, her favourite vibrator was within reach. Long, thick, filled with beads and covered with ridges, it also had a thumb with rabbit ears to really get to her clitoris. It also had a significant battery capacity. It hadn’t let her down yet.

Her fingers were becoming moist as she rubbed her slit, her lower legs twisting together even as she spread her upper thighs. As she sucked it between her lips, her vibrator tasted of plastic and faintly of last time, but her mouth was watering and quickly covered it with saliva. Finally, happy that both it and her pussy were wet enough, she lowered it into place, pressing the bulbous head against her vagina. She turned on the vibration function and adjusted the speed setting as she pushed it in. Oh yes, that is good, she thought and turned on the rotating beads, whilst the vibrator writhed and twisted within her as she pressed the buzzing rabbit ears against her clitoris.

Her orgasm was swift and shallow and she took to squeezing her nipples with one hand whilst the other worked the vibrator in and out of her in fast, deep strokes, every setting now turned up to max. Perhaps I could do with bigger tits, she thought, but they’re anything but small and my nipples do get nice and hard.

Faster and harder she worked the vibrator, fucking herself as her mind ran through a list of memorable fucks, trying to find one that satisfied this morning’s urge. Nothing. Nothing hard and big enough that wasn’t trying to be loving and gentle. Those lovers that had fucked her hard and been disappointing either in length or girth. Good grief, aren’t there any decently endowed men about that just want a good shag occasionally?

Her body reached another climax and she bit her bottom lip with her top teeth as the shudders took her body. Good. But not good enough. Fuck it.

Jane got out of bed. Sod waiting for tonight and prowling the clubs, she thought, I'll go out day hunting.

She dressed quickly. Her smallest g-string, a short, pleated tartan skirt that she knew would ride up and show off her bare arse cheeks if she bent over, and no bra so that her nipples would show through a tight, white T-shirt. Tight enough to show every mounding curve of her big, round tits. She smoothed the t-shirt down, and tweaked her nipples, yes, the mirror confirmed that they stood out clearly. Right, supermarket and shopping.

It didn’t take long to find her first target. Down by the ready-meals freezer cabinet was a huge bloke. Towering over her, his biceps and upper arms were thicker than her thighs and a six-pack clearly rippled through his tight vest. Jane nonchalantly walked over to stand next to him, and bent over, reaching into the cabinet. Deliberately taking her time and knowing her skirt was riding up, she waited until she felt her nipples respond to the freezer’s cold air and stood up. Hulk had noticed and was now staring at her nipples that pushed prominently through her T-shirt.

“Could you reach that for me, it’s too far?” she simpered.

Hulk reached in and lifted out the pizza.

“Wow, you are so big and strong,” she said, trailing her immaculate red nails over his abdomen, “so big. Want to fuck?”

Before he could respond, she put down her basket, gripped his hand and started to pull him towards the front of the shop. Hulk caught on fast and ditched his basket too.

As they stepped out into the sunlight, Jane looked around. Where? Oh yes, she could remember a drunken fumble on the way home, one night recently. At the end of the shop front, a narrow alley led between that shop and the next. and gave access to the shop rear, where loading bays vied with rows of skip bins to create a deserted, barren industrial landscape.

Jane dragged Hulk between two of the skips, crouched own and fumbled his zipper down. She fished around inside. Where was that massive cock hiding? Finally, she pulled out a small, limp specimen. Oh, well, it starts small and grows to be massive, she thought, hopefully.

“Suck my cock, bitch,” grunted Hulk.

Jane did so and found it tasted fishy, reeking of stale spunk. Trying not to gag, she squeezed with what part of her hand she could get around it and still have something to suck. Finally, she realised, with growing disappointment, that it was now hard. And still no bigger than a cocktail sausage.

“Fuck me, Muscles, that’s no good to me,” she said, standing up and spitting to clear her mouth.

“You, me, fuck, I fuck you good,” he grunted.

“Not with that you won’t,” she laughed and headed for the alley, leaving him standing with his disappointing and disappointed tiny cock.

Bloody hell, bloody steroid-hooked, gym junkies, I’ve seen bigger helping my sister change a diaper, she thought.

Back in the supermarket, Jane again resumed her prowl. But this time there were no likely-looking specimens. Ah well, might as well do some shopping, she thought.

Standing upright, her hands holding an ice-cream carton, and her nipples again on full beam, she caught sight of a young man looking at her. The polar opposite of Hulk. He was younger than her, perhaps early twenties if that, thin and weedy, with glasses and limp, curly brown hair that hung to his shoulders, wearing an ancient Grateful Dead t-shirt. Stoner nerd, she thought, dismissing him with disdain.

“What you looking at?” she said, challengingly, turning to face him and pointing her nipples at him as if they were a pair of cocked 45s.

“Nothing,’ he stammered, not lifting his eyes up from their fixation on her nipples.

“I'm up here,” said Jane in a tone of annoyance whilst simultaneously swinging her shoulders from side to side to make her tits wobble alluringly. It was then that she took another glance at him, and it was then that she noticed his bulge. Was he trying to smuggle cans of beans out in his jeans? She walked over to him, one hand cupping and bouncing a breast. “You like these?” she challenged, as her other hand reached out to feel the bulge that so prominently distended the front of his faded Wranglers.

The young man said nothing and tried to take a step backwards as Jane’s fingers gripped his cock. Or tried to, but she couldn’t get hold of enough to get a grip.

“Fuck me, that’s something you’re packing right there,” she cooed seductively. “Want to?”

“Want to what?”

“Fuck me?”

“Y-y-y-yes,” he stammered.

Slowly, Jane took the shopping basket from his hand and laid it, with hers, on the shop floor.

“Come on then,” she said, taking his hand and pulling him along behind her as she headed again for the front of the store. “Got somewhere we can go?” she asked. This was going to need a bed, hopefully somewhere cleaner than her apartment too. This she hoped, might turn out to be much more than just a back alley shag.

“We could go to my place, it's close and I live alone,” said the nerd, talking nervously and way too fast. “My name’s Brad, by the way, and your name, ma’am?”

“Jane, don’t call me ma’am, you cheeky fucker, I’m not your mother. Is it clean or another scummy student dump?” she sneered, trying to remember just how much of a sodden mess her bed had been by the time she finished frigging herself off.

“It's clean, I'm not a student, I'm a programmer,” replied Brad, showing some pride but arousing no appreciation in Jane beyond her lust to discover exactly what lay in his pants. “My car's out front.”

Brad led her to an old car, opened the passenger door and tried to help her in. Jane batted him off whilst her booted feet kicked clearance room amongst a sea of junk and empty food packets.

“Sorry,” said Brad, “I just drove back cross-country from a conference, it was on...”

“Just drive, I'm not interested in your life history,” interrupted Jane, unpleasantly.

Brad rushed around to the driver's door, fumbled with the key for a while and finally got it open. He climbed in, struggled with the inertia-reel seatbelt as he tugged at it too quickly, finally got it fastened and the engine started. With a grinding of gears, the car took off across the car park with a lurch. Smiling, Jane looked down to see Brad's hand shaking as it clutched at the gear knob.

“Calm down,” she laughed, “just get us there in one piece.”

As Brad shifted into top gear on a long straight, Jane reached across and lifted his hand off the gear lever and pressed it to her boob. She heard Brad gasp and squeeze gently with his fingers as the car squealed its tyres around a corner taken slightly too fast. Jane grinned and released the seat catch, letting the seat back fold down. Closing her eyes, she rubbed Brad's hand over her tits and then pushed it down until it reached the hem of her T-Shirt. Brad put up some resistance at first before catching on and sliding his hand up under the thin cotton.

“ ‘Kin heck,” he gasped as his fingers touched the flesh of her breast before snatching back to shift down a gear and tug at the waistband of his jeans.

“Getting tight for space in there?” asked Jane, opening one eye and glancing across at Brad trying to drive and undo his belt at the same time. “Do you want a hand with that?”

“No, Ma'am,” he stammered, finally releasing the buckle and the button below it. As the waistband gaped, the wide head of a glans, already almost purple with pressure and glistening with pre-cum, poked up past the elastic of his boxers.

Now it was Jane's turn to gasp, and licking her lips, she started to undo her seatbelt and sit upright. Even at this angle, it looked to be mightily impressive and Jane could feel her pussy juicing up just at the thought of it sliding into her. If he was old enough and experienced enough to give her a good seeing to and not just cum at first contact, she could be in for a good day.

“We're here now,” said Brad, pulling up out front of a nice-looking unit. It was the end of a row and surrounded by palm trees. Beyond a pool fence, blue water glistened in the sun. “Here we are,” he announced unnecessarily and nervously, turning off the engine and loosely doing up his belt before opening the car door to the bright mid-day sun.

This is the first chapter of 'Jane the Alleycat' pubished as an e-book and available from all your favourite retailers: https://books2read.com/u/4AdrM0