I’m Jackson Pope. I graduated Magna Cum Laude with a degree in Mechanical Engineering. Nine companies interviewed me and made serious offers. Six of the nine had corporate cultures that fit well with my personality and work interests. The benefit packages were all in the same ballpark, so it really came down to where I wanted to live and work.
Wanting a new location, I went for the area with the highest female to male ratio, plus was well racially integrated and recognized as a fun, party city—the greater Washington, DC area easily won. The Company offices were in the District. I found a well-located apartment in Arlington, VA.
Everything really sunk into my brain the weekend before I was to start my new job. No more college life. Living in a new city, a big new city. Totally on my own. Fully responsible for my life. My parents had always been there as a safety net, but I was determined not to call on them. Not that I had to worry about that; Mom called me every few days to make sure I was okay. Once a mom, always a mom, I guess.
Monday morning arrived. I woke early, full of anticipation and the jitters. Self-confidence I had, but still, this was a big day. First impressions count for quite a bit. Arrived twenty minutes early. Told the receptionist who I was. Mrs. Randolph from HR met me and escorted me to her office. Forms to fill out, pictures, ID badge, it seemed to go on and on. Finally, I was introduced to my cubicle and to Tom Welsh. Tom would be my “teammate” for a few months, until I was fully integrated into the company and deemed able to work on my own.
He gave me a comprehensive overview of the company and the major staff that I would be interacting with, ending with a suggestion that we go out for drinks after work so we could chat in a more sociable setting and he could enlighten me about some of the city’s fun and interesting social locations. I was ready for that, so about 5:30 pm we left and walked three blocks to The Red, White and Brew, sort of a combination bar and club. There was music playing, a smallish dance floor that no one was using. For a Monday night, there were a fair number of patrons—more female than male, I was happy to see.
We both grabbed a beer and stood by the bar as we talked. We were near the entrance. I was facing into the club—the best location to observe the ladies and everyone’s general interaction as he educated me about some of the area’s best spots to meet ladies, eat a good meal reasonably, listen to music and other extra-curricular activities.
As we were talking, I noticed two ladies standing by the bar about twenty feet away from us. I was intrigued by one of them. She had longish dark hair, a great smile, and quite a nice figure. She was wearing heels and a knee length, sleeveless, navy blue dress—most appropriate for an office worker. In fact, all the observable ladies were wearing some version of the same outfit, apparently the go-to “uniform” for females in an office environment.
We had caught each other’s eye several times. Each time she smiled and quickly turned back to her friend. I felt encouraged enough that I had to at least introduce myself and see where that might lead. Probably nowhere, but nothing ventured, nothing gained.
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“I’ve seen you eyeing one of those two guys that were the last ones entering the bar,” said Ann.
“I might have glanced their way once or twice,” I replied coyly.
“Yeah, right. ‘Once or twice’ my ass. So, you finally over Rick? It’s about time for god’s sake!”
“Rick? Rick who?”
“That’s the girl I know and love! It’s about time. No more mention. So, it’s the black guy that’s caught your eye, isn’t it? He is a cutie! You dreamin’ of a big black cock?” Ann said with a giggle and a gleam in her eye.
“Shh you! You’re a wicked woman. I’d never…”
“Girl, remember who you’re talking to. We’ve both been around the block a few times.”
I laughed. She was so right, and I was so ready to get back in the game. “Guilty as charged, but we’ll never meet them. It’s Monday night. Bet they just stopped for a quick drink and then home to whoever is waiting for them. Lucky women… well, probably women.” We both laughed at my implication.
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“I know. C’mon, be my wingman. I need some moral support.”
He laughed again. “Okay, but I can’t hang around much longer. Sandy, my girlfriend, will be looking for me to be home soon. We’ve been living together for five months now. No more chasing pussy for me, except around our apartment.” He laughed once more.
We started moving in their direction. About halfway there, Miss Dark Hair looked at me and our eyes locked. No turning away this time.
“Hi! I’m Jack and this is Tom. Couldn’t help but notice you two. Had to come and say hello. Can we buy you another drink?”
“Sure,” Miss Dark Hair said. “I’m Julie and this is Ann. So, where do you guys work? We’re both paralegals at Morton, Morton, Roberts and Burns.”
Tom spoke up. “Oh yeah, I’ve heard of your firm. We’re both engineers at Brown and Stone, a few blocks down. I think we’re in buildings opposite each other.”
A bit more conversation confirmed that our firms were right across the street from each other. Then Tom made his excuses and headed home. About thirty seconds later Ann made her excuses, winked at Julie and headed home.
“Well…” I was stalling for time to think of the right thing to say. “I’m just going to be totally honest here. I’m new in town. Today was my first day on the job. Tom and I came for a drink or two to start getting me acclimated to the area. Then I saw you… I have to admit to instant attraction.”
“Oh wow. Okay, tell me more,” she said with a smile.
“I hope you’re not messing with me. I’m serious and working without a net.”
Her expression changed, seeming to become more serious. “I’m not messing with you. I was also interested when I saw you.”
Thus started an amiable conversation. We talked about our jobs. Found we only lived a couple of blocks from each other in similar apartment buildings and that many of our interests were similar. The more we talked, the more our compatibility seemed quite good, on the surface anyway. I hoped the attraction was mutual.
“So,” I said, at what I felt was the appropriate time, “how about we exchange numbers and see about getting together… maybe Saturday?”
“That’s cool. I’d like that.”
We talked a bit more, exchanged numbers, and I promised to call her tomorrow, probably at night since work would be busy. She told me she’d be looking forward to it.
We soon finished our drinks and then headed home. She went to the same Metro stop as me and got off at my stop. Turned out she lived in a building only two blocks from mine. Small world.
I had done this dance with a girl countless times in college, but this was somehow different. Really being on my own. No network of friends to call on. It was a whole different thing.
We talked every night and texted several times each day. The texts got more… sensual and sexy, as the days wore on. It never got to the nude pics stage, but there were a few that came close. I never sent anything that would give away my endowment. I had long ago learned that was best left ’til the actual event—much easier to convince the lady in the heat of the moment.
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I was really looking forward to Saturday. It’d been two months since I’d had any guy sex. Taking care of myself was okay, but it wasn’t the same as being held, caressed and filled with a hard, yummy cock. Our week-long string of progressively hotter texts and calls had me wound up. I had always tried, usually successfully, to hold to my ‘no first date sex’ rule, but if he was as hot, sexy and particularly suitable as I hoped and suspected, that rule would disappear if he had the same interest in me.
I had sometimes let thoughts of him with a BBC enter my mind during our various times of contact but had tried to push them away as soon as they arose. No point in building expectations for a long-held desire that had never been met yet. I believed that unusually well-hung men were much rarer than porn would lead you to think.
I spent way too much time overthinking what to wear. Had to be sexy but not slutty, appealing but not trampy or desperate. In the end it was the obvious: ankle-length, black yoga pants with invisible panties, a soft lace bra that let my C’s jiggle just a bit and a loose-fitting Smithsonian t-shirt.
Then a shot of vodka just before we were to meet. Damn nerves!
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Saturday afternoon we met outside my building and went to the Air and Space Museum. I’d always wanted to see it. Julie was quite happy to show me around, having been there several times, apparently.
She wore a pair of black yoga shorts and a somewhat baggy tee-shirt. She was freakin’ amazing! I had on jeans and a polo shirt. It was real mental work to keep myself under control and not display an outline of my eager cock.
It was late afternoon when we left the museum. We had talked about getting dinner somewhere, but no specific plans had been made. I threw out a suggestion. “So, I was thinking that if you like sushi there might be a reasonable Japanese restaurant we could hit.”
“Tell ya what. If you’ll buy a couple bottles of red wine, I’ll cook spaghetti and meat balls. What do you think?”
What did I think!? Damn! “Point me to a wine store and I’ll be there. Better give me your apartment number so I can find you,” I said with a chuckle.
“1004. Use the secret knock and I’ll be sure to know it’s you and not my boyfriend,” she said with a smirk.
“Yeah, right. He’s dead meat now that you’ve met me anyway.” I smirked right back.
I stopped home for a quick shower, hit the wine store, leaving with two bottles of a decent Washington State cab. Soon I was knocking on her door.
“What’s the code word?”
Funny girl. I took a shot. “Sex.”
The door popped open. “It had better be good!”
“The sex?” I asked.
“No silly, the wine!”
We both laughed, and I followed her inside.
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This was crazy I thought, as I turned and walked into my apartment. I’m twenty-five not some high school girl. Why was he affecting me like he was? Sure, the day had been great. Good thing I had put in that thin mini-pad or I would have been displaying a wet spot halfway through the day. Were these shorts too much? I just knew there had to be a bit of a camel toe showing. Damn, should have worn looser shorts. Oh well, I knew my rule was out the window. It was going to happen if he made the right moves.
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Her outfit gave me hope that sex was far from out of the question. She had also changed. It was now yoga shorts. They were hot pink and stopped about two inches below her butt. I thought I detected the hint of a camel toe. A short tube top showed off her flat midriff, her sexy, shimmering belly button piercing and beautifully accentuated her perfect breasts. The girl knew how to work her assets.
I opened the wine, pouring it into the waiting glasses. We sat next to each other on her couch. There was soft jazz playing in the background.
After a sip she sighed and leaned against me. My arm went around her. “This is nice, not too tannic. I feel comfortable. This has been a fun day so far. Glad you walked into the Brew.”
“I’m glad you’re comfortable with me, because it feels great to be with you. This has been one of the best days I’ve had in quite a while. I’m glad you were there when I walked in, or it would have been just another bar.”
I lightly ran my fingers up and down her arm, across her shoulders and down her chest to the edge of her top. She reacted to my caresses with soft sighs and moans, snuggling closer.
Testing the waters, I let one finger barely slide under her top as they moved across her. Two things happened: her nipples, which had been barely visible, became quite noticeable and her hand moved to rest on my thigh. Letting my fingers slide further under her top, there was no doubt they were brushing her boobs. Her hand began slowly caressing the inside of my thigh, her touch in that sensitive area achieving the usual reaction as my cock began to pulse and swell.
She lifted her head; we kissed. A long, deep sensual kiss. As our lips parted, she rose a bit and turned, straddling me. Pulling her into our second kiss, I felt her boobs squeezing against me. Taking another shot, I ran my hands between us, seeking to caress her boobs. Her chest eased back, freeing my access. Easily sliding under her top, I found her deliciously hard nips, gently squeezing and pulling them. I heard and felt her strong moan of pleasure.
Breaking the kiss, she said, “So how hungry are you?”
“For you or dinner?”
“Both!”
“Dinner not so much. For you, ravenous!” I replied enthusiastically.
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My decision was made. It was game on!
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“Come with me, Jackson Pope,” she said, dismounting me. “I think dinner might be delayed.”
As I followed her into a short hallway, she pulled off her top, tossing it on the floor, and quickly turned back to me displaying a big grin. Just as quick she turned back. My view was short and sweet. They were exquisite. I’ve always believed that there is no such thing as unattractive breasts, just different levels of good. Hers had my highest rating.
I swiftly moved close, reaching around her and cupping her boobs, which seemed made to just fill my hands. She stopped, leaning back into me as I began playing with her nips.
“Ohh Jack, you’ve got the touch. They love your fingers. Ahh, yes, pull them.”
As I kissed her neck, she reached behind herself, finding my crotch. My jeans were a bit tight, but not so tight as to hinder finding my cock—it was straining in anticipation of coming events. As her hands moved over it, I was barely able to hear her whisper, “Oh my god.”
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I didn’t mean to let the “Oh my god” slip out. I wasn’t sure if he heard it. His jeans were tight and restrictive, but this wasn’t my first rodeo. He was packing way more than the average bear. Maybe I’d struck gold or hit the trifecta. My heart started pounding and the wet heat between my legs intensified. I couldn’t stop in the hall, but the bedroom was just feet away.
Be cool Julie. Act no different than you have with any other guy.
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I cleared my throat and asked, “Did you say something?”
“No, no. I’m just enjoying your attention to the girls. Oh ya… That feels great. If we don’t get in the bedroom, we’re going to be on the floor here.”
Laughing, I released her. “Lead the way.”
Once in the bedroom, she turned to me and dropped to her knees saying, “Get your shirt off. I’ll work down here.”
No words needed. Off came my shirt as she loosened my belt. Then one button released, zip, jeans and boxers coming down in an energetic pull from her.
Oh my god, it was true! This was going to happen. I thought I’d cum when I pulled it free and it leapt up. I’ve never forgotten the first time I put my hands around it. The movie title “A Night to Remember” flashed through my mind.
“Good lord, Jack,” she said as my dick popped up.
“What?” I asked innocently.
“You know what! You’re not the average bear.”
She was too busy holding and stroking it to see the grin on my face as I said, “Satisfactory?”
She was giggling as she began to kiss it. “It’s amazing and a bit daunting. I’m trying to imagine how it’ll feel.” Then her mouth was around me.
I began running my fingers through her hair as she moved back and forth. Like my view on breasts, I felt the same about blowjobs—just different levels of good. Julie was excellent. As she went on, raising my already rampant arousal to a fever pitch, it made me more and more want to do the same for her—I love going down on a woman.
She resisted my efforts to pull her up but finally gave in, springing up into another kiss as she held my cock. I started to work her shorts down, but she took over, stripping them down and throwing them into a corner of the room.
Eventually, we made it to the bed with me between her legs. “Damn Julie, your double soaked, if there is such a thing. And so smooth and beautiful.”
She giggled and sort of modestly told me she was totally psyched and thrilled that I was pleased. Pleased wasn’t the word for it. My lips on her pussy and my fingers on her sensitive nips was blowing my mind. Knowing that I’m giving a woman such intense pleasure in this way is a powerful aphrodisiac to me. I concentrated on her taste, scent, and sounds as my cock strained with arousal, already leaking a stream of clear pre-cum.
Soon, her arms were flailing around, sometimes on my head, sometimes trying to hold onto the bed. Her hips were working, thrusting her eager pussy to my lips as her moans were punctuated with words.
“Oh yes! – Like that! – Lick that clit! – Fuck Jack! Don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum! – Ohh shit! Now! Yes, yes, yes!”
My head was in the vise of her thighs as her body trembled from the orgasm. When she finally released me, I rose to meet her lips, sharing her sweet juice in our passion. After a minute or four, she reached down and began guiding my shaft to her, rubbing its already slick head on her lips to coat it, then urging me towards her portal.
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After his pussy licking orgasm, I was trembling and dying to get him in me. I’d never wanted to get fucked so bad in my life. This had gone far beyond my BBC fantasies.
Jack had been a gentleman all day. I had learned he was just out of college and three years younger than me. There was no frat boy or semi-juvenile attitude about him. He was a grown man ready to face the world and his responsibilities with determination and respect. This was way too early, but the word “keeper” had run through my mind.
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“I’ve never had one this big. Please be easy with me. I want you so bad, and I want it to be wonderful.”
“No worries sweet thing; I’ll go slow. You’ll be amazed at how easy you take it, and then the fun will really begin!”
“Fuck me Jack. Just take me away. I’m yours.”
With that, I began moving slowly, in and out, back and forth, a little deeper each time. She was incredibly tight on me, but slick and hot—the sensation of her pussy gripping my cock in its perfect velvet grip was beyond incredible.
At first, she held her breath, I guess in anticipation of the unknown. Then it was, “Oh fuck yes! God that’s good. You’re so stretching me. I love it! Love it, love it, love it.”
To my amazement, before too long our combined efforts had me fully inside of her, my balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. Then it was moans, squeals, whimpers… until, “Ohh Jack! God, so fucking huge… Oh shit, I’m gonna cum. Fuck yes! Now!”
So began a series of her orgasms that went on and on until I finally couldn’t hold back my own anymore. “Julie, I’m gonna cum.”
Those words spurred her on. Bucking harder against me, she said, “Do it Jack. Fill me. I want to feel your hot cum shooting in me. I want that load.”
“Now baby, now!” I said with a groan, my cock swelling and spasming as I began to flood her.
“Oh god, yes, I’m cumming too! Pump it in me Jack! I love it. I want every last drop of you.”
When our orgasmic sensations had passed, I let myself ease down on her. She took my weight and held me tight. Neither of us said a word. We were just savoring the moment.
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I was breathless and speechless. It was not just his long, thick cock that had been pounding me, but his technique or skill as a lover. I was totally consumed. I’d never cum so much. It was almost like I was in a different world, my own special ecstatic, sexual trance.
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When I began to move off, her pussy clamped down on me. “Don’t, Jack. Just stay in me a few more minutes. I’m really lovin’ this. You don’t know what you’ve done to me.”
Actually, I had a pretty good idea.
A few more minutes passed and, “Okay, roll off slowly…” I began moving and, “Oh god, I just don’t want it to end.” Sensitized by our powerful orgasms, we both gasped at the sensation of my cock finally slipping free from her tight grip.
I rolled onto my back saying, “Unless you’re not going to feed me and want me to leave, there’s going to be plenty of time for a redo. I don’t have any pressing appointments.”
She started laughing. “Right. Get dressed quick and get the heck outta here!” I jumped up off the bed. “No! I didn’t mean that! I was joking.”
“Oh, I know. I was just going to get us some wine.”
Laughing again, she said, “Oh, you… you meanie! Bring the bottle.”
I was glad we’d had the week to talk and text back and forth. We knew quite a bit about each other. This felt like good friends, and now lovers, not a first date.
As I walked back into the bedroom, she was walking out of the bathroom chuckling about something.
“What’s funny?”
“Oh, nothing really. It was just a coincidence that occurred to me,” she said, sliding back into bed.
“Okay, now you’ve got to tell me.”
“Oh alright. You must be well aware of it anyway. The torrent of guy goo you flooded in me was totally in line with your cock size – immense. And don’t give me that innocent, what-who-me-look. Not that I’m complaining mind you, I loved every pulse and spurt you delivered, but the innocent guy act isn’t working. You’re at least smiling inside, if not laughing. Truth now,” she urged.
Chuckling at her comment, I poured the wine. Her eyes went from mine to the wine pouring to my swinging dick. It was almost fully soft but still thick and heavy, not in a completely relaxed, unaroused state. She seemed to enjoy looking at my cock and stayed focused there as I slid back in bed and offered her a glass.
As she accepted the wine I replied, “Of course you’re right. I’ve had many different reactions. I guess I just find them somewhere between interesting and humorous, but always good. I meant no disrespect. Truth be told, I’m thrilled we met and thrilled tonight is happening. I was daunted with the move and new job. Meeting you has been a really good thing.”
As I moved against her, she reciprocated my feelings. “Thanks for your honesty. I don’t want to get sappy or give off some possessive woman vibe, so just know I’m also thrilled.”
A that point I’d let my arm drape across her shoulders. My fingers began to passionately torment the nipple I easily found. She sighed and leaned against me, much like when we first sat on the couch. Her free hand began moving and found my cock. In a flash, it was in her palm, fingers curling partly around it. Then, as I was caressing her nip, she began leisurely fondling it. I was very ready for another round, and she was bringing me to life.
“Jack.”
“Yeah babe?”
“I’m so ready.”
“Well, put your wine down or finish it and give me some head. Then I’ll see what I can do to satisfy your wicked desires.”
“Yes sir!” she said, downing her wine and leaning over me, engulfing my cock as I grabbed her empty glass.
After some minutes of sucking, which quickly brought me to full size and hardness, I could see her look change. She had been staring at me, thrilled at giving great pleasure. Now the stare was imparting great need.
“C’mere babe. Get up on it and move those luscious hips.”
Once again, “Yes sir!” as she quickly moved up and impaled herself, our copious fluids from the first round allowing me to slide into her deeply and easily.
Then her hips started moving back and forth in a moderate rhythm. I extended my arms. She grabbed on, our fingers interlocking. Now supported, her movement increased. Soon she was panting and moaning. Then, “Oh god Jack, I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I love your cock. Oh shit yes, YES!”
As her body was quivering from the orgasm, her hips went into overdrive—driving her to ever more climaxes. Either she couldn’t stop or didn’t want to. Squeezing my hands ever tighter, she mover even faster. Her eyes shut tight, she seemed in another world. Emitting a constant series of moans, sighs and shrieks, I only sensed her orgasms when her muscles clamped down on me and a gentle flow of her warm fluid ran over my balls.
In time, her arms gave way. She flopped forward onto my chest, gasping for breath. As her breathing normalized, she began mumbling, “I love it. Love it, love it, love it. Never cum so much. I’m so ravaged. I love you.” And on with similar declarations until she fully recovered and rolled off me onto her back.
“I said I loved you, didn’t I?”
“You did.”
“You know that was just the dopamine overpowering the rational part of my brain, right? You’re a really nice guy that I’m quite attracted to, but… well you know. Right?”
“Right. So, ready for more?”
“God yes!”
“Good. Get on your knees. I so love doggy.”
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Feeling like I’d been through an old fashioned clothes wringer, I didn’t know if I had the endurance and strength to take more of his lovemaking. For me, at this point, that’s what it was. I’d never admit it to a soul, but I’d gone way past animal fucking. I felt a deep emotional connection. I realized how dangerous it could be but ignored it all. I’d deal with that tomorrow.
“One of my faves also!” I said, moving into position. That much was true; I loved the sensation of a hard cock entering me from behind and sliding deep as a hard belly pounded against my ass!
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Damn, she had stamina. I wondered if finding her full potential was in the cards as I followed her movements and assumed the position behind her beautifully shaped ass.
I began rubbing my cock up and down her puffy lips, gathering her copious slippery juice. She shuddered as it ran across her clit.
“Ah, sensitive are we?” I said, teasing her.
“Jack, you’re a wicked man. Just get on with it!”
WHAP, WHAP! “Please get on with it.” I said as my hand smacked her butt cheeks. “Or do you need more motivation?”
She laughed as she flinched and then wiggled her ass. “Smack me all you like. I know you want me as much as I want you. So do your worst. You’re just delaying your own pleasure and increasing mine.”
Laughing with her, I landed a few more smacks, and then my slick cock dove its full length between her swollen lips, deep into her soft heat. Her head and shoulders sunk to the bed as her fingers clawed for purchase, “Oh god!” escaping as she gasped.
My continuous full-length thrusts, combined with my balls smacking her clit with each one, quickly drove her to the edge of her first orgasm. With her legs quivering and her fingers scratching at the sheet she cried out, “Fuck Jack! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m gonna cum… Now! Fucking now!”
Her moans of ecstasy faded away, and were replaced by cries such as: more, harder, faster, mercy—whatever her primal brain called for. Mesmerized by the sight of my own dark shaft sliding in and out of her perfect pink pussy, her lips stretched taut around the thick root of my cock, I lost myself for a moment in the sounds and sensations of our incredible lovemaking.
Coming back into the moment, grabbing a handful of her hair, I pulled her upright and back into me, ensuring maximum penetration. Then, soaking my thumb with her nectar, I began toying with her rosebud. That further stimulated her moans and frenzied calls of desire. Plunging my thumb in elicited, “Oh god, my ass. I love it. Finger me! Shit! Again! Ahhhhh!” She was now truly lost in her inner world of orgasmic bliss.
Her high of shuddering orgasms finally came to a stunning end when I emptied my load as deep as possible inside of her. It caused one last titanic climax to run through her, sapping the last of her endurance. As I released her, she fell to the bed, motionless, gasping for breath. Exhausted myself, I joined her.
As I lay on my back, she moved next to me, resting her head on my shoulder and draping herself across me. Her boobs pressed into my side. “Jack, you’ve destroyed me… in a good way. I’ve never cum so much and so intensely. I don’t want to move.” Then her fingers found my flaccid cock. As they wrapped around it, she chuckled and went on. “You might have to register this as a dangerous weapon.”
Laughing, I replied, “I already have. A large caliber semi-automatic, in fact. The lady at the state office insisted on seeing it and then wanted my number. I respectfully declined. She had gray hair and boobs down to her somewhat oversized waist, otherwise I would’ve complied.”
“Good thing she wasn’t twenty-five, cute and sexy as hell, like me.”
“Good thing. I’d probably be fucking her right now.”
With a pouty smile, she squeezed my dick and said, “Jackson, you’re just being mean and nasty.”
“You know I’m just kidding. In every way you’re the best I’ve known, at least in our short relationship, and I mean that.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes… especially if you let me fuck you in the ass.”
Suddenly straddling me and grabbing my wrists, pinning them over my head, her boobs dangling teasingly just above my face, she said, “In your dreams buddy boy, in your dreams! You might split me in half with that thing.”
Staring deep into her eyes, I said, “You know you’re leaking on me?”
Bursting out laughing, she said, “Yup. You made it, you get to clean it up, and it feels like a goodly amount.”
I put on a sad face.
“Oh, you’re pathetic. Alright, I’ve been wondering what you taste like anyway.” She released me and slid down ‘til she could lick it off me. “Hmmm, yummy. I approve! Are you hungry?”
“For cum?”
“No silly! For spaghetti.”
“That actually sounds excellent. Now I get to check out your cooking skills.”
“Anybody can cook spaghetti. One day I’ll make you poached sole or maybe a pot of bouillabaisse. If you’re a good boy, that is.”
With that she jumped up, saying, “Shower time. You’re welcome to join me if you like. No eating until all our dried-on goo is gone.”
She didn’t have to ask me twice. What fool would pass up an opportunity like that; not me. Mama didn’t raise no dummy.
We washed each other, which was almost as exciting as our recent sexual exploits. I could feel the muscle under her skin. It rippled as she moved. Her skin was like human silk, smooth but firm, tender but somehow rugged. She had the moves of a panther: almost calculated, knowing exactly what she wanted and needed.
Backing her into the wall, first one finger then two entered her, her pussy still creamy, warm, and welcoming. I got her off one last time before dinner.
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Our shower together was delightful. I loved his smooth brown skin, sort of a chestnut, a perfect counterpart to my cream. I let him think he’d trapped me when his first finger entered me. With the second our tongues entangled as our lips pressed together. I slowly jacked and fondled his cock as he brought me off quickly. Slow to cum has never been one of my problems. Thank you Jesus.
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We had a simple, light dinner and, of course, more wine. Afterwards we fell into bed and slept dead to the world.
Late Sunday morning found us slowly waking with Julie taking advantage of my morning wood. The rest of the day was spent talking more about our lives and aspirations, interspersed with more sex and the occasional food break. The woman is insatiable.
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I awoke Sunday to see a tent pole holding up the bed sheet. Of course, I had to take advantage of that. Even though my pussy was a bit on the sore side the pleasure ran rampant. When he emptied his much less fulsome spunk into my coochie (I had learned a new word for it) I moved up to his mouth and sank down on it. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t shy away, instead promptly beginning his oral attention to me as he drank in the seeping spunk he’d left behind. It just made me love and respect him more. He was my renaissance man.
We moved in together two weeks later after managing to sublet his apartment for the year. Now, two years later, we’re still together, still making love like it’s our first time, and discussing a more permanent situation. Life is good.
