Jake had logged onto the forum out of curiosity. It wasn’t one he usually participated in, but Becky’s conversation with him about it made him feel he’d have a better understanding of the points she’d made if he did.
As Jake began reading, his thoughts returned to how he and Becky had met. Jake had been collecting refuse sacks from the council offices to take home, and Becky had asked him whether he knew where a particular pub was. She wanted to attend a writers’ group meeting there that evening, and it was a different venue from the usual one.
Jake recalled how his casual comment that he was sure serious writers had little interest in his light-hearted creations had made Becky laugh longer and louder than might have been expected. This was something she felt needed a brief explanation, as without it, Jake might think she was unstable rather than eccentric, which was a description of herself she had no issue with at all.
When Becky mentioned the online discussion group, she explained that she was responsible for all posts from the user ‘No Knickers Or Fur Coat Either’. Jake knew he wouldn’t have to write this down to remember it!
Jake noted that most of Becky’s posts were concerned with story content, and one in particular stood out:
‘If I want to call my tits and fanny by those names, I will, and if my character does, she will too. If you’d rather not refer to them that way, call yours Esmerelda and Jacinta, if you want, but I’m not changing what I’ve called mine for forty-plus years for anyone!’
When Jake reviewed the responses to Becky’s comments, he recognized some of the language as consistent with what he had encountered elsewhere among those he felt took far too much too seriously. However, reading Becky’s defiant comebacks made it all worthwhile.
To let Becky know he had read her contributions, Jake created an account on the website to respond to her. He also chose his username carefully so that Becky would recognise it as his comment the next time she logged in.
Shortly after Jake had left his brief greeting, Becky accessed the discussion site to ensure there had been no further changes to the planned meeting. She saw nothing to suggest this, though the new member’s forum message and user name, ‘Meet Me After The Meeting,’ made her laugh out loud.
Although there were a few awkward moments during the evening’s forum, they were limited to rolling eyes, disapproving glances, and nothing more. Becky had been prepared to defend herself, if necessary, but it wasn’t until she was the target of a rather sneering aside as the meeting ended that she had to suffer anything.
Becky knew she could be a hothead at times, but she chose to dismiss what she’d heard with the contempt it deserved. She walked outside confidently, though her focus slipped when she saw Jake standing in front of her with a mischievous smile on his face. It was exactly the opportunity Becky had dreamed of.
“Say hello to everyone, Jake. Don’t take too long, though, because I need to get you home so we can talk all about my tits and fanny and let you play with them while I do whatever I feel like with your cock,” Becky announced loudly and theatrically.
Jake responded to what he had heard with a round of applause, laughter, and a smile for Becky, who felt his show of support was perfect.
Just as she had said she would, Becky took Jake by the hand and escorted him home. There was plenty of laughter and giggling along the way, though Becky thought it wise to make sure Jake understood exactly where things stood.
“I get really horny after something’s annoyed me. Sorting that out works much better than shouting and screaming, though I do make a lot of noise sometimes. I don’t often get help like this, so I’ll be making the most of it, I expect,” Becky laughed.
“Maybe we should write a collaborative story about our experiences and read it at the next gathering?” Jake suggested, never imagining Becky would take what he’d said seriously.
“Imagine their faces listening to descriptions of fannies being sucked, and cocks spilling their load over eager tits!” Becky replied, feeling more than happy to dwell on the thoughts Jake’s suggestion had stirred.
“I’d rather imagine your face if I did it. If that’s OK?” Jake confessed.
“Perhaps you won’t have to just imagine it soon. Who knows?” Becky responded suggestively, her eagerness to get home becoming almost painful.
Once Becky had walked Jake to her apartment, she felt overwhelmed with anticipation.
“I know I’ve already mentioned that when I’m angry, I get aroused, but I guess that means I must be fucking furious right now!” Becky said as she led Jake inside.
Becky’s observation made her and Jake burst out laughing. After that, she sat her guest next to her on the sofa and confirmed it was ‘fanny, tits, and cock O’clock’.
“I’m not sure who’ll take notes for our story while we’re researching, or how they’ll manage it, but honestly, that’s not my top priority,” Becky continued.
Jake also decided the issue wasn’t important. However, he promised to provide something sticky if Becky wanted to scribble a note and attach it to the nearest wall as a reminder for later.
“Enough of that. Now, with apologies to the intellectuals, could you please focus on my tits and fanny?” Becky said firmly.
“All in the name of story research,” Jake whispered as Becky took off her jumper and bra, then pressed Jake’s face into her tits.
Becky’s anger-management technique might not be listed in any textbook, but its effectiveness was clear. Jake’s lips and fingertips gently touched, and the pleasure of firm kisses on her erect nipples elicited a poetic response from her.
“Tasha Titty is tremendously tingly, Fiery Fanny’s flooding, and Clara Clitty’s clapping!” Becky advised, offering feedback in a style Jake really should have seen coming.
Jake sometimes struggled to stay focused during Becky’s updates, though he appreciated how they kept the mood just right for the occasion. His spoken contributions filled the gaps in the action when he took a break, and they hit exactly the right note, as Becky felt he did in other areas as well.
“Is Clara Clitty cross with Tasha Titty and Fiery Fanny, or is she waiting her turn like a good girl?” Jake asked.
“Clara’s cranky and crestfallen. She needs rescuing before she drowns,” Becky stuttered.
Sensing desperation behind Becky’s humour, Jake began to kiss her body and gently stroke between her legs.
“Clara craves climax. Lower Lenny Lips lusciously,” Becky whispered.
Focusing on her wordplay helped Becky laugh her way through her growing arousal. Jake also found it useful in making sure he could wait until the right moment for Colin Cock to make his entrance at the party, as planned.
Jake’s kisses eased down Becky’s body as it grew hot with excitement. It was another aspect of the fun they both enjoyed, and they marked it in the only way appropriate.
“Clara Clitty’s channel’s choppy!” I hope Lenny licks lewdly,” Becky gasped,
“Lenny loves labia,” Jake confirmed, as he eased his touch inside Becky and flicked his tongue teasingly into her erotic wetness.
“Fanny’s fucking fiery,” Becky confirmed.
Once Jake started to circle his tongue inside Becky’s body, he also pursed his lips to give her erotic kisses. Laughter and gasps of pleasure replaced Becky’s commentary for a while, although Jake correctly assumed this was because she was too busy having fun to explain.
Becky often had daydreams of an erotic nature, although she knew none had featured comic wordplay recently. It was more than just a giggle while feeling horny to her; Jake had actually reminded Becky of the key elements of some of the happiest moments in her life.
Every flick and swirl inside her filled Becky with fresh waves of pleasure and heightened sensations. She was only able to acknowledge this with loud cries of delight at this point, however, as her cheeks shone and her skin was bathed in perspiration and erotic flow.
Jake remained focused despite his own excitement over Becky’s. This didn’t go unnoticed, and Becky felt that qualities like these were signs of someone who took nothing for granted and whose desire to please was as genuine as he was.
Forced thoughts about the adventures of the waiting Colin Cock might not have been the way most would have chosen to let a climax build further without triggering it, but humour provided what Becky needed to postpone the inevitable. Using laughter in this way wasn’t something Becky had even considered, let alone attempted, but there was something about this particular experience that made it seem entirely fitting.
With a vision of a cartoon cock in a waiting room in her mind, Becky was able to focus on it to withstand the scream of voices in her head telling her to let go. Even though Becky knew any attempt to explain any of this would have failed miserably, the vision of doing so had the desired effect and helped her withstand the urges that deep, lengthy kisses on her clit roared out.
Although he was unaware of the tools she was using, Jake knew Becky was hanging on, and he did his best to help her fight what she was willing to accept as a losing battle.
Whatever ways she had used to announce the onset of her climax before, Jake guessed that shouting ‘Geronimo, Clara!’ was a first for Becky. It was, however, very in keeping with everything that was happening.
Continuing to deliver his kisses inside Becky’s writhing body wasn’t made easier by the urge to collapse in laughter, but Jake pulled it off. Becky, meanwhile, was filling the air with sounds she was sure she had rarely, if ever, made before.
Becky’s body convulsed with joy as Jake’s attention stayed true. It was a chaotic scene, but that was part of its beauty. Becky’s excited ignorance of what Jake might do next was matched by his uncertainty about it, which was entirely appropriate in the circumstances.
The brief silence that followed Becky’s unexpectedly enjoyable treat was her way of conveying her thoughts in a manner consistent with what had gone before. She certainly accomplished that.
“Millie Mouth’s miffed. Make Milly merry. Mend Millie’s missing member munchies mayhem,” Becky shouted.
While Jake was in no doubt about Becky’s wishes, his uncontrollable laughter led to a brief delay in the proceedings. Fortunately, with his composure regained, he managed to respond to Becky as she licked her lips, tossed her hair back, and giggled.
“Colin Cock’s creamy contents court Milly Mouth’s marvellousness,” Jake announced as Becky grabbed Colin and lowered her head toward her eagerly awaited snack.
Becky introduced Colin to Millie, and she was thrilled to see them hit it off. Neither Jake nor Becky considered themselves experts in what had been agreed, though this didn’t stop either of them from giving it their all.
“Millie’s magnificent member munch!” Colin stuttered as Becky licked his cock, pushed it to the back of her mouth, and began to suck it as if her life depended on it.
Becky learned she was able to continue sucking Jake’s cock, even when trembling with laughter, which she was very pleased about. She realised she wasn’t ideally placed to respond verbally to Jake’s humour for practical reasons, although she was sure Jake wouldn’t mistake her lack of comment for rudeness.
Jake’s gentlemanly warning that Colin was about to play the milkman only served to intensify Becky’s work. Her body was on the verge of its own explosive moment, and she knew exactly what would trigger it, too.
To a roar of ‘Colin’s cream calling,’ Jake’s cock exploded in orgasm. Becky felt the shivers against her lips as Jake spilled between them, and she squealed happily as she felt a stream of cum filling her eager mouth.
Even Becky was taken aback by her reaction to Jake’s orgasm, which drove her to seek out everything he had to offer. Jake was too high on erotic excitement to offer anything but groans of pleasure, and Becky certainly wasn’t in the mood for a chat about it, or anything at all, for that matter.
Becky quickly coaxed Jake’s cock back into life and gorged on it, as her own climax continued its relentless chaos inside her body. It was a case of two people who had never imagined being part of what was unfolding, and their shared sense of incredulity turned the excellent into the unforgettable.
Once Becky had sucked Jake into a third orgasm, she licked every drop before finally lifting herself to lie beside him. After a moment of reflection, it fell to Becky to discuss what the future might hold. There was, of course, only one way she could address the issue.
“Can Colin cuddle and creamily coat Clara consistently?” Becky asked.
Jake nodded, smiled, and said nothing, but Colin consistently cuddled and creamily coated Clara from that day onward.
