“Yes baby.”
My mouth wants his cock but I need to learn
what his body feels like. The few minutes he allowed me before he
stopped me wasn’t nearly enough. He’s so beautiful, like something
from one of those calendars but I love that he isn’t hairless. A
fine dusting of hair thick enough to obscure his sternum then
thinning out over his stomach until it disappeared in an arrow down
to his cock. Fingers tingle from the feel of his skin as I wander
all over his chest, and then my fingertip finds a flat male nipple.
I don’t even hesitate, I want to taste him so badly. A flick of my
tongue and I can’t hold back my moan, he tastes so good. My mouth
is greedy for more and I move over his chest and down to stomach,
tasting the furrows of his muscles and lost in the scent of him.
His hands go into my hair but I shake my head and push off of him,
pressing his hands beside his head as he had to me.
“My turn, you promised.” I whisper against
the hollow of his throat and then my tongue strokes him there,
loving the taste of him.
I climb in between his legs. Up close he is
daunting, there is no way around it, he’s huge. But he’s beautiful,
a man’s penis isn’t supposed to be beautiful but his is. Just like
last night my mouth floods as if it were my pussy at the thought of
him inside me. He’s leaking along his tip. Taking a deep breath I
attempt to grasp him at the base but he’s too thick, my hand
doesn’t go all the way around. But it’s enough of a grip for me to
bring his cock up away from his belly. I lean down and lick away
the fluid there and just like with my pussy, I have only to lick it
away before more appears for me. The taste doesn’t bother me, it’s
salty and tangy. I suck on the tip of him and open my jaw wider and
I’m able to take the first few inches inside. Remembering the
videos and tips I begin to move my free hand up and down, trying to
be firm but without squeezing him. My tongue loves the taste of him
and is already twirling around him, wanting to learn all of him. My
eyes flick up to him and his face is made of stone and he looks
like he’s in pain but he’s moaning my name and I take it as a good
thing.
Wanting to taste all of him, I start at the
base of his cock, my tongue flat and wet, tasting all of him. A few
more licks and I’m satisfied and come back to the tip of his cock
and suck him as deep as I can take him. It’s only a few inches and
my tongue is twirling again loving the taste of him, I bob up and
down on the first few inches. My hands are moving from the base of
his cock up to my lips, caressing and moving over what my mouth
can’t. His hips are moving up and he’s fucking my mouth. I’m wet
knowing that he wants more of what I’m doing to him. But then I
remember I’ve missed one of the things I found on multiple tips. I
forgot to pay attention to his balls. I allow him to fall from my
mouth and I begin by first licking the soft sack and he’s moaning
encouragingly. I take the soft sack into my mouth and remembering
the tips to be gentle, my suction is very light, I really only want
to learn the skin and taste of him. I’m so intent on this new part
of him, only one hand is still rubbing and stroking his cock, so
I’m surprised when he begins to gasp a warning that he’s going to
come.
I don’t want to miss it and I move quickly
back to the tip of his cock. I return to the bobbing of the first
few inches he seemed to like before and it’s only seconds later
when he begins to spurt into my mouth. I don’t think, I simply
continue to suck him into my mouth and swallow the prize he’s given
me. A thicker, saltier version of what I had first tasted on him.
I’m not bothered by it and continue to suck and swallow until
there’s nothing left.
Sitting back on my heels, I study him. His
eyes are closed and his hands are no longer behind his head,
instead he’s given up what looks like a tight hold on the covers
around him. His breath is still coming in heaving gasps and his
stomach concaves as it works. I’m proud of the pleasure I’ve given
him. I love that I have been able to reduce him to a shaking,
trembling man, begging me as he’s so often done to me. It wasn’t
one way, this need, this desire and I think I’ve always known that
but the proof of it holds me in awe. My mind begins to twist over
the meaning and I shut down. I don’t need to know, I don’t want to
know, I just want to enjoy it, and him while it lasts. I crawl up
and lay my head on his chest and listen to the beating of his
heart. Arms come around me and hold me tight.
Jack’s voice is thick and gravelly, “If
you’ve never done that before, then how the hell were you so good
at it?”
Looking up, I’m studying him for sincerity. I
bring up my hands and rest my chin on them. “I told you I like to
read.”
“You learned to do that from a book?”
I laugh. “No, silly I just Googled how to do
it. It brought up a lot of articles with tips. I tried finding a
how to video but nothing really showed it so I found a few porn
videos but those worry me. I never know what’s real with those
things. I went to the older ones though, the ones that aren’t so, I
don’t know—”
“Disturbing?”
A sigh of relief escapes me that he feels the
same way, “Yeah, the newer ones are so rough and I can’t watch
them. The older ones aren’t so bad.”
“Yeah, the new ones have gone too far. But
there is another website that isn’t so rough and raunchy.” He gives
me the name. “If you want to watch the full videos you have to pay
but you can watch some clips for free. If it’s something you want
to watch.”
I shake my head. “I went on in the beginning
because I would get all excited but couldn’t quite get there from
some of the responses. I like your stories, I haven’t watched
anything since you started sending those to me. Like I said, I like
to read. I did find a few good stories through my tablet, those
were nice.”
He tenses below me and I see his eyes on the
alarm clock on my bedside table. I think we’re both surprised it’s
almost ten thirty. “Damn, baby, I need to go home and get ready for
work.”
I push up off of him and stand so he can get
up. “I’m sorry you have to leave so soon. Thank you for, you know
and the toys.”
He stands and smiles down at me, his hands
come up and he cups my face and leans down. His kiss is slow and
thorough. “It was my pleasure. I just wish we had time for more. I
wanted to use the vibrator on you and make you come from it. But
no, I know you. You’re going to play with it, without me and I’m
going to miss the fun.”
Burying my face in his chest, “How do you
know me so well?”
“Because you want what I want, just as badly
as I want it. We’ll get there but please just the small one for
now. It will take time for your body to adjust. I don’t want you to
hurt yourself, you would be surprised that you can end up in pain
after you’re done because while it was happening you didn’t really
feel the pain. Promise me, baby, just the small one for now.”
Looking up his concern is evident and I nod.
“I promise. Are you going to come over tomorrow?”
“If you want me to,” He laughs as I roll my
eyes. “Yes, and the good news is I’m off for two days after
tonight.”
I sigh with frustration, “Of course you’re
off during the week.” He begins to dress and I watch as his
beautiful body is slowly covered up. “If you wanted to, you could
bring clothes over.” I freeze at my offer, did that sound needy?
“It’s up to you. I mean, if you want.”
Dressed he pulls me to him, my body tingles
as he runs his hands down to my bare ass and he lifts me easily up
and against him. “Oh baby, I want. I want very much. I’ll bring a
bag.”
His kiss is hard, searing into me and he lets
me slide down his body and I want to tear his clothes off and start
all over again. “Walk me to the door so you can lock it behind
me.”
I follow, not even glancing at a robe. I want
the last thing he sees is me naked, my nipples hard, and my body
flushed for him. He opens the door and looks down at me. Saying
nothing, simply shaking his head in sorrow, he leaves.
I lock the door and run back to my bedroom
and jump onto the bed. I upend the black bag and I find a tube of
lubricant as well as batteries in addition to the two vibrators.
Biting my lip, I study the larger one and although my curiosity is
killing me, I put it back in the bag along with the batteries. I
don’t want to give into the temptation of using it as a vibrator. I
want to use it as if it were Jack inside me. Although I know
there’s a lot more than just the stroking in and out, I want to
stay as close to his instructions from last night. I’ve heard the
lube he’s bought is better than the one I have and mine is two
years old so I figure it’s best to use the one he bought. My pussy
is already clenching in anticipation as I squeeze on some lube and
coat the vibrator.
I move the pillows around and settle into a
sitting position, I want to watch it go inside me. It slips easily
in for the first few inches but I’m annoyed to find I’m tense and
it’s a bit of a struggle to take it deeper. I close my eyes and
think of Jack, this is Jack’s cock that I want so badly inside me.
Jack’s cock that tasted so good and responded so well to my mouth.
New moisture is building and I lean further back and spread my legs
wide and the vibrator slides right in and I see only the inch and a
half of the controls outside of my body. I lay back and take in the
feeling of the vibrator inside me. It feels good, it is deeper than
the rabbit, there is no pain, no discomfort and I’m liking it. Then
I remember Jack’s instructions to fuck myself, moving it, in and
out of me.
I take a firm grasp of the now very wet end
outside of me. My mind goes to my favorite of the stories Jack has
written me. I’m over him, riding him, his mouth on my breasts, his
hands on my hips and he’s buried deep inside me. I work the
vibrator and Jack’s right, it is different. I’m feeling full,
invaded, but it’s Jack I reassure myself and I welcome the
intrusion. Good, it feels so good but even as I work my nipples,
pinching and pulling, I’m not getting there. Then I remember what
he told me last night. I pull it almost out and aim up, bring it
back in and it begins, flutters start, again in and out and it
happens, I hit my climax in deep quaking movements.
Finally, my breathing is normal and I look
down to see the vibrator is still almost completely inside me. Only
a few inches are outside, it’s shiny from my juices and I don’t
even hesitate, I take a picture. I send it to Jack and smile when
only minutes later he texts me back a picture of his hard dick. I
laugh and pull out the vibrator, my breath hitches as discomfort
hits me. I want to cry, I really thought it would be easy. I
pictured Jack inside me within the week and I’m fighting back tears
that it will take longer. Another text comes through with the
instruction to dream about him and I respond back, of course. Of
course it would be him, there is no one else I want.
Sunday, I already have dinner in the oven
with the timer about to go off in about five minutes. I don’t want
to waste anytime with Jack. It’s the same reason I have on a thin,
light, white sundress that went to my knees and easily showed I
wasn’t wearing a bra. He’s there, a duffle bag in his hand that he
drops the moment he sees me.
“Jesus, Abby, are you trying to kill me?” His
hands are on my hips and he pulls me tight against his hard body. I
melt into him and my hands move up around his neck. His hands move
down and under the dress. He lifts me up and my legs go up and
around him. His hands continue up and he finds out that I’m not
wearing any panties either. He kicks his bag inside and closes the
door with a hand and then he pushes me against the closed door and
sinks into me. I accept him willingly, greedily, I’m so wet I’m
afraid I’m leaking onto him.
“No bra, no panties, baby I’m about to come
right here against you without even pulling my dick out.”
“I’m so wet for you.” I moan and his mouth is
on mine and he’s carrying me into the bedroom.
“What’s that noise?” He asks against my
mouth.
“The oven, turn off the oven.” I mumble as my
hands run over him.
Jack moves away and I fall back onto the bed.
The thunk of his shoes tells me he’s back and undressing and I
watch. It isn’t fair for a man to be so beautiful and have a body
that’s so perfect. Coming down on me his mouth tortures an aching
nipple through the thin sun dress. When tears open the dress, I’m
shocked and then so turned on my pussy trembles from it. He
straddles me, then he slides his beautiful dick between my breasts
and I squeeze my breasts together for him. He’s leaking profusely
and no lubricant is needed, he moves up and I capture the tip of
his hard cock in my mouth and twist and lick. Groaning his
encouragement he moves deeper into my mouth. Again and again, he
uses my breasts and then allows my mouth to work the tip of his
cock. All too quickly, he warns me he’s going to come and I grasp
him and work his cock to shoot at my breasts and thick white ropes
of come fall on me.
He rolls off of me and onto his side and
watches me as I lick him off of me. My fingers wiping what my
tongue can’t reach and then I suck my fingers clean. “Jesus, baby,
watching you do that is making my dick twitch and I just came.”
I smile and continue to lick and suck until
I’m clean.
“That was okay with you, baby? I don’t want
you to do anything you don’t want to.”
I laugh. “Jack, you know what I really want?
What I want, is for you to fuck me. I want your dick inside me, I
want to ride you, I want you to take me from behind, all of it,
anyway you can fuck me is what I want. But since right this minute,
I can’t take you yet, I’ll take what I can get. I don’t think
there’s anything wrong with you using my breasts for your pleasure.
I like it. It made me extremely wet. My breasts are sensitive and I
enjoyed it, I really, really, enjoyed it.”