THE JACKS VI
She lifted her head up, grinned and said, "What's it worth to you?" I told her, "My life's savings."
"That's probably about twenty bucks, and I was always taught 'an erect penis has no conscience' but look at that poor weenie of yours, it's crying. So I'll take pity on it," she said. It was, in point of fact, weeping precum. She resumed her sucking, slowly and lightly, and I was treated to the second wonderful sensation of inevitable orgasm.
"Oh Jeez, I'm gonna pop pretty quick now," I moaned. She stopped sucking and just tickled my incredibly swollen glans with her forefinger. The tension behind my balls was so high it bordered on painful but it ended too quickly. My first jet was so powerful my cum felt like a solid wad as it roared through my boner. "YEEEEEE...YESSSSS!" I howled as my organ jerked and squirted.
"Hey, you yelled so loud the neighbors might call the cops. Next time I'll have to put the pillow on your face!" She said. "Now don't move until I get a box of Kleenex. Your chest and belly are running with semen and I don't want to soak the mattress.
We cuddled and talked for a good hour and made a dinner date for the next day.
It was a noisy but tasty dinner. Mexican this time. Not a place to dawdle and talk so we were back in her bed by 7:30. What a change from three weeks ago. Now she was eager to get naked and into bed. "Gosh, I think about you night and day. Every minute! Do you suppose this is love? Or just passion. I just don't know but I've never felt this way before," she said.
I told her I felt the same way and it was playing hell with my sleep, "But it's wonderful, and thank God you feel the same way."
Back to her apartment, shedding clothes as we approached her bed and both erect when we reached it. "This time I want to make love to you first," she said. I noticed she had a fresh roll of toilet paper on the bedside table. She saw my look and said, "We used up a half a box of Kleenex last time and I'm fresh out. This time I want to see if I can tickle your prostate. I know it's up your pooper because my doctor checks it up there. If I can find it and you like it maybe you could do mine. So roll over on your back. She kissed my cock,lubed a finger and gently slid it up my ass. "Ah this must be it," she said, and I could feel her finger moving.
It felt good at first, then not so hot. I told her to lighten up, she did, and the precum began to ooze from my piss slit. "Well?" She said. I told her it felt good at my butt hole and good to feel her finger moving in there but my prostate didn't particularly enjoy it. So she began to slide her finger in and out and wiggle it around, dropped her head down and began to suck my eager cock. Then she said, "But warn me when you're about to pop because I really get a charge out of watching you squirt."
She knew what I liked. Slow and easy with lots of tongue action but her finger fucking was a lovely addition. Her "clitty" had a two inch string of Cower's pre ejaculatory fluid hanging down and I salvaged it with my forefinger and licked my lips. I was in seventh heaven for a couple of minutes, but I wanted it to last so I asked her to lick my balls. She did, briefly, then said, "I want to get back to your penis. It tastes yummy." So she did and no surprise, too quickly the tightness behind my 'nads returned and I told her I was about ready to unload. She stopped sucking and used two fingers to oh so slowly stroke my weeping cock.
"Oh yeah, that's the ticket," I moaned. "Oh boy I'm almost......AAAHHHH...YESSS!" I yelled and I exploded. The first squirt was mostly thin almost colorless precum and two through five jets were thick snow white spouge. "Boy, that was a hoot. Your prostate got hard, swelled up and then your rectum started squeezing my finger with every spurt. I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did," she said with an ear to ear grin. "My turn. I want to feel your finger in my pussy."
I lubed up a finger and began to massage her pooper. "Oh put it in me. I've waited all my life to have a man in my pussy." I told her I had to be second to her doctor but she told me her docs had all been women. So I put a little pressure on her hole and it popped right in. Hmm, awfully easy so I put my middle finger in too. Now I was curious and my third finger popped in! "Boy, you're pretty loose back there," I said. "I've been working on that for a few years waiting to lose my virginity," she said. "And next time, when you can make your weenie hard, you can pop my cherry. Now use two fingers and tickle my pussy while you suck my clitty."
I found her prostate, wondered if she called it her uterus, brushed it lightly while I massaged her rectum, and began to wonder if I'd enjoy being buttfucked. I figured I probably would since I'd liked all the other gay activities I'd tried. Like the cock I was sucking. I never would have guessed it would taste this good but maybe without the precum it would be like a hotdog without mustard. Timmy was moaning gibberish about how good it felt, what a shame it was she had waited so long etc, etc. And then, not at all ladylike, her voice raised an octave in pitch and she wailed, "I'M GONNA CUM!"
TO BE CONTINUED
"The danger of communication lies in the assumption it has been accomplished." G B Shaw