Jessica Ch. 02

Partially from age and partially because I simply wasn't all physically strong enough, I fantasized my scooping her up and carrying her into the house, plopping her down onto my bed once again. However, all I could manage was to slide to the edge of the swing in hopes that her feet would spring back onto the porch before I led her back into the house. Only it didn't quite work out that way. Rather, by sliding to the edge of swing, I had only managed to have the swing tilt backwards, dumping us both on to the floor of the porch as the swing swung back and bopped me in the head. It was a solid thunk which I felt and she heard.

"Oh baby. Are you alright?"

"Not really but I think I'll live. What do they say?" I asked rubbing my head while trying to joke about my ineptitude. "Coordination strikes someone somewhere in the United States every sixteen seconds!" Continuing to rub the back of my head I stated the obvious, "That hurt!"

"It was my fault. I kept kissing you when I should have gotten off."

"I was merely trying to answer your question."

With a perplexed look on her face she asked, "What question?"

"The question as to whether or not I was ready to do it," I said, stressing 'it,' "again!" 

Jessie smiled as she stood up, offering me her hand. "Come on cowboy. I think there's still some rodeo left in you."

Somehow we made it back into the house without any further mishaps. Somehow we ended up back in bed again. Somehow my cock rose to the occasion by means of finding its way back inside her persuasive mouth.

Yet again I found sheer delight in the abandoned way in which she did it. Certainly I enjoyed the fact that appendage of which she was savoring in her mouth just happened to be mine. But truly, my delight was simply that Jessie simply liked sucking cock. I felt both honored and yet guilty of corrupting the poor girl when she confessed to me that before stepping out from behind the pantry curtain, the inclination had never been there for her. In the casting aside her blouse, her jeans and finally that delicate blue lace brassiere, she had also cast aside a self imposed boundary.

Jess was now different than she had been in the morning. Then, she done it to please me, a 'let's get reacquainted' lover's hand shake if you will. Tonight? Tonight she was doing it because she simply enjoyed the sensation of having a cock in her mouth. She didn't look up. There weren't any coy smiles. There was just a feasting on man meat.

And for some strange reason, though I certainly enjoyed the sensation, it wasn't something that brought me to climax very often. I could disassociate myself from the physical pleasure, reviewing the grocery list or counting how many tiles there were on the ceiling or why my team had again managed to blow its lead before losing in the end. It was my version of a Jedi mind trick. It was a patented way of waiting my turn.

Eventually Jessie came up for air. That was my cue to pull her up next to me and roll her over on her back as she spread her legs. Then I'd kiss her lips a few times before kissing her neck and working my way down to her big, firm wonderful breasts. I had read in some medical journal that only one percent of women were capable of achieving a true orgasm from nipple stimulation alone. Whether Jessica actually achieved such an orgasm or not, I would only be guessing, it seemed that the evidence was there. Body shakes and quivering legs followed by beggings of "Enough! Enough!" all the while pressing my head further into glorious mounds. Of course, being the sort of man that I am, I extended the rapturous torture before sliding down between her legs to rocket her off into another dimension.

I don't know if it's true or not but think if your partner happens to be a great kisser, there's a pretty good chance that they will be good at doing other things with their mouths. Such was certainly the case with Jessie. As for myself, I only had her eventual volcanic eruption by which to judge. And though she hadn't been a virgin when we first met, honestly, she had no other to compare my expertise to. Apparently I had be the first to seriously go down on her. She had told me of the boy in high school and another while attending junior college back home. "Boys!" she would emphasize. I recalled having been one of them. There was really only one goal in the mind of a boy. And in the telling of her story I gathered neither of the young men who had her, had her pleasure in mind. 

Perhaps that was what had precipitated drawing her attention toward older men. Then again, maybe it was simply because I treated her with a tangible degree of interests and respect. Most boys her age are not mature enough to truly appreciate how a young girl desires to be tasted. They are ignorant of all the too many pleasures that would later allude them in life when their partners were too old, too sedentary or too fat to perform certain maneuvers. It was the youthful young ladies who were yet physically able to spread the legs and wrap them behind their heads. And though Jessie was no gymnast, she still managed to lock her elbows behind her knees in offering her request to me. Oh what a treat it was for me to watch her roll back, elevate and separate that hairy thicket simply to grant me complete access to her womanhood. That unfingered, unintended, magical parting her dense forest, the pink moist clearing of the way for slithering tongue and mouth to slide, lap, suck and nibble away on her meaty lips and clit. Her youth made her an easy cummer. It never took long before her legs would begin to quiver and her torso to twitch in trying to evict the demon inside her. And always in the process, crushing my head, all the while pleading, "No more! No more. Oh please, Ted, no more!" Of course she didn't mean for me to stop. She just meant it was time for me to tease her in a different way.

Because those lower lips of hers were so full and dangling long, plus the fact that she was always so sticky wet, it was at that moment when I finally allowed myself the pleasure of rubbing the head of my cock across her satiny pink, gaping pocket full of wonders. I could thrust the head of my cock in just far enough without there being any virginal restriction. It was all both a visual enjoyment as well a physical rapture for me. I loved how she loved me playing with her sex. Ever the tease, never in a rush, only desiring to please, I would first slide the head along each outer edge before guiding it up across her throbbing sex pea. It always injected little electrifying jolts into her body. Then, and only then would I finally plunge my manhood deep within her sloppy goo. 

Jessie once apologized and cursed the fact of having such an excessive abundance of "goo," admitting that it forced her into wearing both panties and panty liners if she didn't want it traipsing down her leg. I did my best to convince her into believing how healthy and blessed she was for having just such an "issue." And, often as was the case, the more we fucked the wetter she got. There were times when I swear, I was unable to discern whether it was her cum or mine witnessed oozing out before collapsing from exhaustion beside her.

Yes, there wasn't any doubt. I loved her and everything about her. And I think I loved her more because she availed herself to me without regret or restriction. So many things that I had only once dreamed of doing to a female body was gaily granted me as we both allowed our imaginations to freely wander. Most times, after coming inside her, we simply laid there like a pair of scissors locked in combat, holding my face tight against her leg, kissing her ankle while my dwindling rigidity subsided deep within her. We were both smiling inside and out. Could I have managed doing it so many times and in so many ways with another woman? Something inside me told no. Jessica was special. We just fit. And we fit in all the ways a man and a woman were meant to fit: in kissing, in fucking, in conversation, in being able to fall asleep in lover's embrace, in waking and continuing where we had left off with renewed enthusiasm. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever even imagined a woman who was so into me.