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A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 01

By: Kveldulf



As I spoke with Jessika about her final essay, I attempted to avoid staring at her always impressive cleavage, a challenge that I had faced all semester. And as always, I knew I was failing to properly ignore the allure of her tan flesh. 

"You can revise the essay, Jessika, but grades are due next Monday. You will need to turn in your revised essay by Friday," I explained to her after reviewing her paper and discussing how she could improve it to be worthy of an 'A' grade. 

Jessika frowned but nodded her head in reluctant agreement. She bit the corner of her lip and looked down – I had learned over the course of the semester that this expression indicated Jessika was thinking something through. 

While she thought, my eyes dropped again to her cleavage. Jessika was wearing a tight, cobalt blue sweater with a 'V neck. It was not the most cleavage she had shown over the course of the semester, but the color of the sweater contrasted nicely with her light tan skin and emphasized how much of that skin was exposed. 

I tore my eyes away from her chest and looked up just in time as she raised her own previously downcast eyes. As our gazes met, I realized another effect of the color of her sweater – her normally gray eyes had taken on an alluring shade of blue. 

"I don't know if I will have time to fix it before this weekend," she admitted, with a slight shake of her head. Her soft chocolate colored hair, which fell a few inches below her shoulders, moved just enough that a few strands strayed from their intended place. I repressed the impulse to brush them back off her cheek. Jessika took a deep breath, which I might have found odd had her rising chest not distracted me. 

The pretty brunette averted her eyes again and, in a rush, blurted out, "If I made it worth your while, could I email it to you on Monday morning?"

Immediately, a hyperawareness of the situation hit me. Jessika had waited until after I had spoken with all her classmates, so we were alone. And while she had worn tops that showed cleavage to every class during the semester, making her display of skin not at all unusual, I realized that her clothing that day looked more appropriate for an evening out rather than the last meeting of a college freshman writing class. In addition to the form-fitting cobalt blue sweater, she wore tight, sky blue designer jeans and gray high heeled pumps. A dark gray coat was still slung over the back of her chair. 

As the silence stretched out, I also noticed a couple of aspects of her makeup that had not registered before. The lipstick on her luscious, full lips was perhaps a more vibrant shade of red than usual, and she was wearing metallic blue eye-shadow that likely contributed to the increased blue cast to her eyes. The overall effect of her makeup was fairly subtle, but in my hyperaware state, it was obvious to me that she had tried to emphasize her lips and eyes a bit more than normal. 

As I tried to respond to Jessika's suggestion, I found I could not articulate even the simplest words. I have been teaching college writing for nearly twenty-years, and it is not at all often that I have become so tongue-tied with a student.

"Umm, well, I, umm, I mean, uhh, that maybe, umm..." 

Jessika looked into my eyes, seemingly more confident than she had been just moments earlier, smiled, and touched my arm briefly. My lovely student then handed me a note. It was folded over, but I could see that the note was written on lavender paper adorned with floral patterns. 

I did not open the note, nor did I speak. I just stood there, unable to verbalize, and watched her gather up her belongings. I did not even attempt to look away when she turned her back to me and leaned over far more than necessary to pick up her purse, which was sitting beside her seat. I just stared and her well rounded derriere. Once she had all her belonging together and her coat on, she turned to face me again. 

Taking a deep breath, I found my voice: "Jessika, I am not sure exactly what you are suggesting, but it would be inappropriate..."

"Oh, I think you know what I am suggesting, Mark," she interrupted, smirking.

Stepping forward, she put her free hand around my neck and drew me in for a hug, whispering in my ear, "I'm free for the rest of the evening."

Then, without looking back, she strolled out of the class room. 

***

I sat in my car thinking. The lavender note with Jessika's address lay on the passenger seat of my car. According to my GPS, she lived about fifteen minutes from the campus. 

In all my years teaching college classes, I had only once had a sexual relationship with a student, and that had been after grades were final. I had been only twenty-seven then, and the student, a perky blonde with green eyes, had been twenty. We had dated four months before deciding that we were not compatible. After that former student, I had met my wife, and for most of the last seventeen years I had been married. 

Sure, there was almost always one or two female students each semester who caught my eye, and even a few who, in different circumstances, might have reciprocated my interest. But, I had never explored any of such possibilities while I was married, including a couple of students who I thought might have been suggesting a quid pro quo arrangement, like Jessika just had.

After my marriage had dissolved a little more than eighteen months ago, I had wondered what I would do if the opportunity presented itself again. However, when my thoughts strayed down such paths, I always concluded that opportunities with attractive students had likely passed me by. I found it difficult to believe that any of my students would find a man in his mid-forties, who was sixty pounds overweight with noticeably graying hair, of any interest outside the classroom. But as the months passed, and I shed weight and regained confidence, I began to ponder whether my initial conclusion might have been hasty. 

When the current semester had started in August, I was feeling relatively confident. Yes, I was still in my mid-forties (forty-four to be exact) and graying, but I was down to only a few pounds overweight. Furthermore, I had just come out of a several month relationship with a thirty-six year old woman, and while that relationship had fallen apart, I felt more confident that I had something to offer to a younger woman. Yes, I knew twenty-something (I was not even considering anyone under twenty) was different from thirty-something, but I did not think the differences would constitute an impossible barrier, and I was looking forward to seeing how many lovely females might be in my classes. 

As a core writing instructor at a community college, I usually teach five writing classes per semester. My students range from traditional age freshmen (eighteen+) to returning students as old as seventy. And while it is more likely that the students in my day classes will be traditional age or close to traditional age freshmen, exceptions always abound – except for this semester. 

I was disappointed when, after the initial meetings of four of my five classes, not a single female student in her twenties (or even in her thirties) had evoked any interest from me. My Monday morning class roster did include a quite pretty blonde (who had worn short shorts and a thin, tight tank top to the first class), but a quick check of her records indicated she was only eighteen, and I had given myself a firm lower age limit of twenty-one. 

When I walked into the first meeting of my fifth class, a Tuesday/Thursday evening class, my disappointment evaporated. Sitting in the front row of tables, just to the right of the podium and directly in front of the instructor's computer desk, was an attractive brunette who looked to be in her late twenties. She had chocolate brown hair that fell in wavy strands to just below her shoulders, enticing gray eyes, and inviting, full lips. However, I am ashamed to admit I barely noticed her hair or her face when I first saw her. What I first noticed was that her shirt was cut low enough to show much more than just a hint of the cleavage of her large breasts.

When I went through the class roster, I discovered her name was Jessika L. After I called her name, she smiled, raised her hand and said, "Here" with a big smile. It was then that I noticed the allure of her eyes and lips. I put a plus next to her name rather than my usual checkmark – a reminder for me that I should check her record. 

When I was almost done taking attendance, I came upon student with a first name homophonous with my new muse, but spelled differently. 

"Jessica S." I called, looking up to find the named student. To my left, also in the front row, sat a thin blonde woman who looked to be no older than nineteen or twenty, at the most. She was wearing red-framed glasses that did nothing to hide the intensity with which she looked at me as she put her hand up and responded to her name with a somewhat breathy, "right here." 

I was caught up in the intensity of her gaze. Her eyes sparkled bright blue in her delicate face. Her pouty lips, adorned with red lipstick to match her glasses, were slightly parted. I am not sure how long we would have stared at each other had I not made myself look down as I put a plus next to her name. 

"It looks like we have two 'Jessicas'" I told the class, "and while you two spell your names differently, that will not help us in class. Do either of you have a nickname we could use in class?"

Jessica S. raised her hand and replied, "A lot of people call me Jessi." 

"Jessi and Jessika it is then," I proclaimed, smiling in turn at Jessi and then Jessika. And while Jessika returned my smile, Jessi just nodded and stared. 

As I introduced myself and went over the syllabus during that first class, no matter how much I tried to look at every student in the room, my eyes kept finding either Jessika's cleavage or Jessi's penetrating eyes. When class was over, Jessika smiled at me and walked out with the young woman who had been sitting next to her. Jessi, on the other hand, waited at her seat while a few students talked to me and asked me questions after class. 

When everyone else had left the classroom, the young blonde stood up and walked to where I was putting all my books and papers into my satchel. As she did so, I noticed for the first time that while she was thin almost to the point of being skinny, she had a nicely feminine curve to both her bosom and her hips, and her shape was overall proportionate to her 5'3" or 5'4" height. 

"I'm looking forward to your class, Mr. Warner," she told me without preamble, her vivid blue eyes locked on mine.

"Very good," I replied, internally wincing at how trite and lame my response was.

"This is my second try at English 101," she continued. "My last instructor wanted us to always agree with him and graded my papers down because I wouldn't. So I dropped him."

"Well, I think you will find this class a better experience. I grade students on their writing and how well they support their thesis, not on whether what they write matches my own opinion," I explained to her. 

She nodded in response and then proclaimed, "Oh, I already know I will have a much better experience this semester, Mr. Warner."

"Like I said during the introduction, Jessi, you can call me 'Mark'."

"No, I think I prefer Mr. Warner," the slight blonde advised me, her blue eyes locked on mine. Then, without further comment, she walked out the door. 

As she left, I took the opportunity to study her small but very nicely shaped rear end. 

As the semester unfolded, so did some patterns regarding the subjects of my interest. While I do not think anyone would have ever said that Jessika dressed inappropriately, she always had some amount of cleavage visible. It was clear to me that the voluptuous brunette was aware of how to best use her assets. However, Jessika was much more than large breasts and curvy hips and buttocks on a 5'6" frame. She did well on each writing assignment and always contributed in class. 

From her essays, comments in class and student file, I learned that Jessika was thirty-one years old, recently divorced, and a licensed masseuse. While most of her family was of German or English heritage, which accounted for those sexy gray eyes, her grandmother on her mother's side was Latina, which accounted for her tan complexion. I also learned, from watching her in class, that she snorted a bit when she laughed too hard. 

With Jessi, although she wore her clothing on the tighter side, it was usually fairly conservative. Only on two occasions during the semester did she wear anything that revealed any cleavage at all. The first instance was Halloween. Our class fell on the thirty-first, and many of the younger students came to class in costume, intending to attend parties afterwards, I presumed. 

And while many of the costumed female students were dressed more risqué than normal, I suspect most of the class was surprised along with me when Jessi came in wearing a black cat costume that included a very short miniskirt and a low cut corset. The black of the costume contrasted drastically with her cream colored skin, further emphasizing how much of it was on display. 

During that class, I had a difficult time keeping my eyes anywhere but on Jessi, a fact I do not think was lost on Jessika, who usually received a fair number of glances from me during the course of class. After class, Jessika made it a point to talk to me until Jessi, her cat costume tail swaying tantalizingly behind her, had left the room. 

The other occasion on which Jessi showed some cleavage was the second to last class of the semester, and I did not believe at the time it was intentional. For that class, she wore black yoga pants, black furry boots, and an oversized gray sweater. At one point when she was getting her materials ready for class, she leaned forward and I could see right down the neck of her big sweater. Underneath, she wore a pink bra that seemed to push her milky white breasts up and together. It was a fantastic view, and I was fairly distracted thinking about it for the first several minutes of class. Unfortunately, she did not bend forward like that again. 

As a student, Jessi did well enough but was less than spectacular. She would often speak up during class, but her comments were often superficial and sometimes a bit off base. It was not that she was unintelligent – in many ways she was quite capable – but she did not seem to be a deep thinker. Her essays reflected this. There were usually well organized and competently written yet superficial. I sometimes wondered if her safe and superficial writing style was a defense mechanism due to her prior instructor grading her essays based on what he thought she should have written, not what she wrote. 

What was exceptional about Jessi was her stare and the intensity with which she followed everything that happened in class. After a few class meetings, I became fairly accustomed to her vivid blue eyes following my every movement during class, but sometimes it would still disconcert me when my eyes met hers and she held my gaze a with a stare that was a bit too long and a bit too intense.  

According to her records, Jessi was twenty years old and a solid 'B' student. I learned almost nothing of interest about her from her essays, however. Even her personal narrative had been a superficial account of a part she had missed out on in a high school play. I tried to subtly find out more about her when she would stay to talk to me after class, which was frequently, but those conversations focused on her classwork and turned a bit awkward when I tried to draw any personal information out of her. 

Despite her quirks, or perhaps because of them, I found myself thinking about Jessi quite often. Not in the same way I thought about Jessika – my thoughts about my sexy brunette student revolved mainly around what she might look like naked and whether her impressive bosom might be augmented -- but rather I found myself pondering who Jessi was and what she liked and/or wanted from life. Put more bluntly, I wanted to have sex with Jessika, but I was fascinated by Jessi. Had Jessi not been in the class, I suspect I would have been much more obsessed with the curvy woman with the sexy gray eyes. Had Jessika not been in the class, I know I would have been hopeless taken in by the quirky personality, delicate features, and compelling blue eyes of the blonde waif. 

On the last day of class, I had expected Jessi to hang around for me to grade her paper. I thought, given past experiences, that she might even stay until everyone else had left. All afternoon I had contemplated what I might be able to say to her that would make my last chance to learn more about her at least somewhat successful (or, in a perfect world, what I might be able to say to her that would give me more chances in the future to find out more about her). However, my elfin ingénue, without a word, dropped her final paper on the desk while I was speaking with another student and then hurried from the room. It was all I could do to keep from calling her back. 

"It is likely for the best," I tried to convince myself as I met with students who wanted my feedback on their essays that night. "She is only twenty."

With about fifteen minutes to go before the normal end-time of class, Jessika came in the room and sat in her usual spot. The effect her tight, low-cut sweater had on me was almost instantaneous – I barely thought about Jessi again until later in the evening, when I had time to reflect. Form the time Jessika had walked into class until I was sitting in my car, pondering whether to go to the address on her note, my mind had been occupied, first by thoughts of the curvy brunette's body and then by her offer of an inappropriate but exciting quid pro quo. 

Making up my mind about Jessika's illicit offer, I started my car, set my GPS to give me directions, and started out for the address on the lavender paper. I had decided to take the chance on the older, curvier, sexier, and more available option rather than devoting my evening to trying to figure out how to contact Jessi without it seeming desperate or creepy. 

***

Other than being barefoot, when Jessika answered her apartment door, she looked exactly the same as she had in class. A smile played across her red lips as she hugged me and then pulled me inside, shutting the door behind me. Her apartment smelled of vanilla and spice, likely from several candles that were burning, and the front room was dominated by a full size massage table. 

As I looked around her neat apartment, a new idea dawned on me. Jessika had not asked me over for sex – she was going to give me a massage as 'payment' for giving her more time on her essay. I felt like a middle-aged fool. 

"Here is a towel, Mark. Take off your clothes and lie on your stomach on the table," Jessika directed. "I will be back in a few minutes."

I watched her walk into her bedroom and shut the door behind her without even a glance back at me. I undressed quickly, folding my clothes and stacking them on a chair. Soon, I was clad in only the towel around my waist. I climbed up on to the table and lay face down. Yes, I was disheartened that the evening no longer seemed likely to include any sex, but a massage from the lovely Jessika was not a complete loss. 

"You look ready," Jessika said from behind me. I had not heard her come out of her bedroom. 

When I felt Jessika's hands on my shoulders, my body tensed a bit. Before long, however, her talented fingers had me sighing and groaning in contentment as all the tension fled from my body. I closed my eyes and let myself relax. 

After about fifteen minutes or so, Jessika instructed me to roll on to my back. Suddenly, I was quite aware that one part of me was not as relaxed as the rest. 


A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 01



"Ummm... I'm not sure that is a good idea," I advised her. 

Jessika laughed, "I've seen it before. It happens to guys sometimes during a massage."

I was still unsure, but I turned over anyway, careful to make sure my towel covered my groin and my erection. While turning over, I set eyes on Jessika for the first time since she had come out of her bedroom and started the massage. I am not sure what I had expected, but what I saw was certainly unexpected. 

The sexy, voluptuous brunette was clad in only a pale blue silk robe that clung to her every curve. The supple material revealed rather than concealed her hard nipples, which strained against their confinement. I was mesmerized by her obvious excitement and the thickness of her protruding nipples. I licked my lips and moaned softly, imagining what it would be like to pull her robe from them and take them into my mouth. 

While I fixated on her nipples, Jessika removed the towel covering my erection. By the time I noticed the cool air on me, Jessika had bent over and kissed the tip of my rigid manhood. She then wrapped her luscious lips around my penis and sucked it into her warm, soft mouth. 

I moaned with desire as the very talented brunette bobbed her head up and down, her tongue working the shaft of my penis even as she applied suction. I ran my fingers through her hair as she pleasured me, marveling in the softness of it and how it tickled where it brushed against my stomach. 

After just a few minutes of her oral massage on my sensitive manhood, I was close to exploding. Jessika seemed to guess that, because she let my now saliva slickened penis slip from her mouth. Straightening up, she pulled me to a sitting position on the table, and then helped me to my feet so that I was standing just mere inches from her. 

In the same instant, Jessika reached for me neck and pulled my face toward hers as I put my hands on her waist and drew her body against me. Our lips met, first tentatively, then hungrily as we sucked each other's tongues into our mouths. My hands slid down from her waist to cup her rear end as I pulled her groin against my own. 

Suddenly, Jessika broke the embrace and took a step back, her smokey gray eyes locked on mine. I reached down and tugged the belt of her robe loose – bereft of a closure, the slick garment slid from her curves and settled to the floor. 

I stood there, open mouthed, staring at Jessika's magnificent breasts. They looked even larger free than they had constrained, and they sagged only a little. They were very nicely shaped with large, brown, slightly oval areolas, in which her nearly half-inch thick nipples were perfectly centered. They were begging for attention. 

Again, I wondered if she had implants, but I knew that this time I would not be left without an answer. I grabbed a breast in each hand and pushed them together. Under her soft, tan flesh, I felt a tell-tale hardness -- Jessika's breasts were augmented. However, that did not really matter to me outside simple curiosity. I sucked each thick nipple into my mouth in turn, alternating between them as I licked and nibbled. As they hardened even more than they had been before, they popped at least half an inch out from her areolas. 

Jessika moaned and panted as her breathing quickened. She also grabbed my hair and shoved my lips harder against her erect nipples. I was a bit surprised at how sensitive her nipples seemed to be; the only other woman I had ever been with who had breast implants had complained that the implants had seriously decreased the sensitivity of her breasts and nipples. That woman had gone from a 34 B to a 34 DD, and her skin had been stretched taught against her implants. While Jessika's chest was as large, if not larger than the other woman's had been, her skin, on the other hand, was soft and supple around her implants. I suspected that either she had not been enlarged as much or her breasts felt softer because she had a nice layer of soft flesh on her bones rather than being rail thin. 

As I teased her nipples with my tongue and squeezed her large breasts with my hands, the curvy brunette's breathing turned ragged. I reached down, running my fingers through a soft covering of hair above her most private of areas as I sought to find her clitoris. It was not difficult to find – Jessika was clearly aroused. 

I began softly rubbing and teasing her protruding clitoris as I continued worshiping her breasts with my mouth. Jessika shuddered and moaned, and then grew rigid in my arms. She used my hair to hold my head tight against her now flush bosom while clamping her thighs together and swaying slightly. Small squeaks escaped her partially open mouth. 

After a couple of minutes, my lovely student's breathing returned to normal and her body relaxed. Moving her hands from my hair to the sides of my face, Jessika drew me up into a kiss. 

When our lips parted, I asked her, "Did you really just orgasm?" I was surprised that it had taken so little stimulation to bring her to climax. 

Jessika blushed dark red – a very attractive look for her – and nodded, looking down. 

"I guess it is because I am so excited about everything, like giving you the massage and sucking your cock, and you licking and sucking on my nipples and fingering my clit, and all of it because I need a favor from you," she admitted. "I don't know why, but that whole thing makes me very hot."

"You are definitely hot, Jessika," I told her as I began kissing her throat and neck. She moaned but then pushed me away. 

"I am supposed to be pleasing you, not the other way around, Mr. Warner," she admonished me with a wink. I was somewhat surprised at how she addressed me. She had called me 'Mark' since the first day of class. I suspected her sudden formality had something to do with her comment about the quid pro quo situation arousing her. 

With a huge smile, Jessika smoothly dropped to her knees, took my still erect penis in her hand, and started kissing and licking all over it. After just a few moments, she sucked my member back into her mouth. She paused for a moment as her eyes met mine, and then she began to fellate me in earnest. 

When she had been sucking me while I lay on the massage table, I had thought that Jessika was one of the best oral lovers I had ever experienced. Now as she expertly applied her skills to my erection, her sexy gray eyes maintaining contact with mine as she knelt in front of me, I refined my assessment to reflect a new conclusion – she was by far the best fellatrix I had ever been with. 

I was in heaven as I watched her stretch her lips around my thick penis and hollow out her cheeks as she sucked me in. I moaned in delight as she waggled her tongue while pulling back, her lips forming a tight seal around my hardness. I let out a low moan as she turned her face to the side and ran her lips and tongue up and down my penis before licking it lovingly like an ice cream cone. I grunted as she sucked me back inside of her warm, soft, wet mouth, easily taking in half of my erection. Her lips again stretched around me, her cheeks again hollowed form the suction, and she again, but more rapidly this time, began bobbing her head up and down on me. 

All too quickly, I reached the point of no return. I loosened my hold on her soft, chocolate hair – my grip had tightened as she performed – and I warned her, "I am going to finish, Jessika."

Jessika did not let my penis out of her mouth; however, she did quit bobbing up and down and instead maintained incredible suction on just the first two inches of my erect member. The sensation was incredible, and in a matter of mere seconds, I was shooting spurt after spurt of semen into Jessika's very talented mouth. 

Given the amount I ejaculated – which in my recollection was on par with the most I had ever done so – I was surprised that Jessika was able to keep up with swallowing it all. Only a small dribble escaped her lips, and she quickly used her finger to wipe off the excess and transfer it back into her mouth. When Jessika had licked her finger clean, I drew her up to a standing position, grabbed her chin in my hand and kissed her long and deep. 

After we broke apart, with smile that lit up her gray eyes, she told me, "I have never had a man kiss me after he came in my mouth, not even my ex-husband."

"There is not much that ranks up there with kissing a beautiful woman who has just taken you in her mouth," I explained. 

Oral sex to completion had been a somewhat rare treat with my ex-wife, and I had never failed to kiss her afterwards. The only woman other than Jessika I had been with since my ex-wife had only performed oral as part of foreplay, so I had never had the chance to kiss her in this situation. 

"You don't mind the taste?" Jessika asked with some skepticism. 

"Do you?" I countered.

"I like the taste," she admitted with a shrug. "Well, I like the taste of most guy's cum," she clarified. "Sometimes it doesn't taste very good."

"How was mine?" I asked her, fascinated by her openness. 

"Fucking delicious! I will need to have some more later," Jessika declared with a grin. "For right now, I want you in me. My pussy is awfully wet."

With that, Jessika grabbed my hand and led me toward her bedroom. As she was doing so, I did not say a word – I was surprised both by her direct manner of speaking about sex and her use of profanities. Other than a woman I had dated briefly in college, I had never been with a woman who was so straight forward, both in her word choice and in her willingness to express what she liked and wanted. 

My musings on her language and attitude were not such that I was distracted from noticing Jessika's physical charms. As I followed her toward her bedroom and thought about her dirty and forthright speech, I was also able to get my first good look at her naked hips and buttocks. While no one would ever call the curvaceous brunette thin, I noticed that her nicely rounded hips, belly and rear were a soft covering over toned muscles. Her shape and her softness would have driven men mad in earlier times.

As we crossed the threshold of her room, I grabbed her hips from behind and pressed myself up against her. With one hand, I brushed her hair from her neck and began planting soft kisses all over the exposed skin of it. Jessika moaned and pushed back against me. I reached around and massaged her bountiful breasts. Her moans increased in volume, and now she was thrusting her butt into me. My penis started to harden again. 

Suddenly, the curvy brunette pulled away from me. She turned around, a lopsided smile playing across her lips, and shook her head. 

"You have to stop that, Mr. Warner," she said. "This is about your slutty student using her body to get an extension on her paper. Remember, it is her job to pleasure you."

"Making you moan does please me, Jessika," I explained with a grin as I grabbed her waist and pulled her close to me. I felt the mass of her breasts pushed against me as I grasped her hair with one hand and used my other hand, pressed firmly against the small of her back, to hold her tight as I kissed her. Jessika sighed and then pulled us even tighter together. Our tongues playfully battled each other. 

After several seconds of passionate kissing, Jessika again pushed back from me. We were both breathing a little heavy as we stared at each other for a few heartbeats. Jessika bit her lower lip, reached down, and pulled me by my now almost rigid penis until we were at the foot of her bed. 

My sexy student sat on her bed and looked up at me. She smiled, then leaned forward and took me into her mouth again. While using her mouth to make me fully aroused again, she reached out and massaged my balls. I ran my hands through her soft hair as she bobbed up and down. Her smoldering gray eyes never left mine. 

Jessika let my erect penis slide from her mouth, and she smiled up at me as she began rubbing the hard flesh of it all over her lovely face. She then licked it up and down before planting a kiss right on the tip of it. 

"Fuck me, Mr. Warner" she said in soft, almost plaintive voice before scooting back on the bed, lying on her back, and spreading her legs wide. 

Her position gave me my first good look at her most private of areas. Her pubic hair, which was a shade or two darker than the hair on her head, was short and neatly trimmed. Climbing onto the bed, I took a closer look at her pussy as I explored its soft lips with my fingers. Spreading those lips released the arousing odor of her sex as well as revealing the small nub of her clitoris. I slid two fingers insider of her as I bent forward and gently probed her sensitive clit with my tongue. 

Jessika moaned and grabbed my hair. I increased both the force and the tempo of my licking while my fingers explored the wetness of her soft, clinging pussy, which brought more moans. Soon, she was thrusting her hips to push herself against my tongue as her breathing quickened. I reached a hand up to massage her boobs. 

"Stop," she moaned. 

"Fuck me!" she implored. 

I would have loved to continue to lick her delicious pussy, but after the massage and the fantastic blowjob she had given me earlier, I wanted to do what she wanted. So, with a final flick of my tongue against her clitoris, I crawled forward on the bed until my penis was just against the warm, wet opening of her pussy. With a hand on my neck, Jessika pulled me down into a kiss. She did not seem to mind at all that my lips and face were still covered with her juices. 

While we were still locked in the kiss, I pushed my hard manhood into the warm, enveloping softness of her. She tensed, burying her face in my neck and shoulder as she hugged me tight. 

"Fuck, that feels good," she moaned as she relaxed and lay back on the bed. 

Slowly, I began moving in and out of her. As I did, I leaned forward and concentrated on licking and kissing her luscious breasts all over. Jessika, eyes closed and lips parted, hooked her heels behind my buttocks and pulled me deeper into her. I picked up speed, thrusting faster and harder as she started bucking her pelvis against mine. 

"uhhhh... uhhhh... uhhhh...," the sexy brunette beneath me grunted in time with my thrusts. 

"Oh God, oh fuck," she breathed as she used her strong legs and arms to pull up against me. Her head arched back, mouth open, eyes closed. 

"Yes, yes, yes..." she chanted. 

"Ffffuuuucccckkkkk," she moaned. "I'm cumming!"

I thrust into her as deep as I could and held myself completely inside of the sexy brunette as she climaxed. Her body shuddered against mine and her pussy tightened around me. Jessika nuzzled her face between my neck and shoulder again and let out a series of squeaks in time with her breathing. We held each other tight like this for a bit, me buried in her, as she began to relax. 

Letting go of me, she eased back on to the bed, looking up at me. She reached up and brushed her hand against my cheek as she smiled wide. 

"That was fantastic, Mark," she sighed. 

I brushed my fingers against her lips and she sucked two into her mouth. I started slowly moving my still erect penis in and out of her now relaxed vagina. 

"Mmmm...." She moaned, half-closing her eyes, as I pulled my fingers from her mouth. "God yes! Fuck me nice and slow, Mr. Warner."

I adhered to her request, pulling slowly out until just the tip of me was inside of her, and then deliberately pushing forward until her wetness enveloped all of me. Jessika pulled me tight against her, our bodies crushed together, and again she nestled her face between my neck and shoulder. The rhythm of our bodies synchronized, and we began moving and as one. 

I am not sure how long this harmonious coital state lasted – it could have been ten minutes or it could have been an hour – but just as I could no longer hold back from the wondrous friction, Jessika's moans intensified. As I pushed deep into her one last time and ejaculated, she held me even tighter, shuddered, and again squeaked in time with her breathing. 

When she relaxed her hold on me, I rolled from atop her, my penis slipping from the enveloping warmth of her, and on to my back. Jessika turned on her side and snuggled against me as I stroked her damp hair. 

"That was fucking amazing," she murmured in my ear, her soft hands rubbing my chest. 

"I concur," I replied. I had never been with anyone like Jessika. 

We lounged in her bed for some time, not talking, just enjoying the physical closeness of each other. However, a question got the better of me, and I asked her, "Do you always squeak when you climax?"

Jessika started to giggle. Then what had been a girlish giggle became laughter, and soon that laughter was shaking the curvy, naked brunette lying beside me. 

"Sorry," she snorted, trying to control her laughing fit. 

She sat up, looking down at me, her magnificent breasts within easy reach (so I reached up and began to massage them). She took a deep breath, gave her lovely head a little shake, and beamed at me. 

"Yes, Mr. Warner," she admitted, "I usually do squeak when I cum. Got something to say about it?"

"No," I told her. "I think it is cute."

An annoyed look flashed across her face, but then she grinned again. 

"Cute was not exactly what I was going for here," she confessed. 

"You are a marvelously sexy woman, Jessica," I assured her, "and you are a fantastic lover. But the squeaks are cute."

"Yeah," she sighed, "so I've been told. My first real boyfriend in high school – well, the guy who was the first guy to make me cum – used to call me 'Squeaker'. Everyone thought it was cute, but only the two of us knew why he really called me that."

"That does not sound too bad," I suggested as I pushed myself up on my elbows and started licking and sucking on her now hardening nipples.  

"Mmmm...," she moaned. "It wasn't – it was my ex who pissed me off about it. Toward the end, he would laugh and mock me when I squeaked. It is not good for a girl's head when a guy laughs at her because of how she cums, especially when that guy is supposed to love her, and she loves him, and he is the one who made her cum. I think the asshole only did it because he knew it hurt me – and I was stupid enough or desperate enough that he could still make me..."

Jessika stopped, furrowed her brow, shook her head rapidly (which made her soft, chocolate colored hair dance marvelously across her shoulders), and shuddered, although this time clearly not from pleasure. 

"No – I am not going to talk about that dickhead," she declared, favoring me with an intense look from those sexy, smokey gray eyes. 

"Sorry," I said, "I didn't know..."

"It's okay," she advised me. "I just need to not let him bother me anymore."

"I guess I shouldn't call you 'Squeaker' then," I teased her, trying to lighten the mood. But, I knew it was not an effective attempt as soon as the words had left my mouth. 

However, Jessika chuckled, and then surprised me further when she said, "I don't think I would mind, Mark. It might make me feel better about it all. And I do have fond memories of my boyfriend in high school who called me that." 

"Well, Squeaker," I said, smiling at her as she blushed a little, "maybe we should try to make you live up to the name again."

"No!" she said, suddenly pushing away from me and standing up. 

Confused, I began to ask, "Jessika, what...?"

"I am supposed to be taking care of you, Mr. Warner," she chided me. 

"I quite enjoy making you..."

Interrupting me again, Jessika said, "I bet you are hungry, Mr. Warner. Wait here until I call you."

She then turned and walked out of the room. Lying back down, I put my hands behind my head and watched her leave, enthralled with her rounded buttocks and full hips. 





A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 01



As I lay there waiting, I closed my eyes and my mind wandered back over everything that had happened between Jessika and me that evening – the illicit offer after class, the massage, the blowjob, and the some of the best love making of my life. I thought about her large breasts, the softness of her skin, the curve of her hips, the soft fullness of her lips. I thought about her sexy gray eyes, the color of smoke and mystery. 

Then, unbidden, another face, another body, another set of alluring eyes replaced Jessika's in my mind. I saw blonde hair; a delicate, almost elfin face with small but plump lips; intense, vivid blue eyes; and a thin but still obviously female body, pale with pert breasts and small but curvy hips and butt. 

Would Jessi's nipples be a dusty pink like her lips, or darker? Would I be too big for her thin frame if I tried to push myself inside of her? How would her firm and perky breasts feel in my hands? Would my weight be too much to be on top of her? Would she stare at me with those almost other worldly eyes as she fellated me? Would she be revolted at the touch of a man old enough...

Jessika's sultry voice called me back my reverie about Jessi. Shaking my head, I hopped out of bed and walked into the apartment's small kitchen. 

Jessika, whose ample bosom was barely covered by a tight apron – the only thing she was wearing -- had set only one place at her small table. Two grilled cheese sandwiches and some potato chips on a plate were placed next to a bottle of water. Jessika was standing behind a chair, which she had pulled out from under the table, and motioning for me to sit down. 

"Sorry – all I could make on short notice was grilled cheese. I hope it's okay."

"I am sure it will be," I said, and she favored me with a dazzling smile and again motioned for me to sit down. 

"Ummm, should I put on my clothes before sitting?" I asked her, aware that my penis was starting to harden again. 

"Nope," she grinned. "I put a towel on the chair. I need you naked."

"Why do you need me naked?" I asked her, sitting down in front of the plate. "And, what are you going to eat?" 

Jessika walked around in front of me and explained, "Those two questions are related, Mr. Warner. Don't you remember me telling you earlier that I would need some more of your cum later?"

"Yes, but..."

"No, 'buts', Mr. Wanrer. You eat your food; I will suck out mine," she said with a wink. She then untied her apron, tossed it onto the counter, dropped to her hands and knees – giving me a fantastic view of her breasts hanging pendulous below her – and crawled under the table. 

I could just see the top of her head as she sucked me into her warm, wet, eager mouth. Within mere seconds, my manhood was fully erect for the third time that evening. I then proceeded to eat the strangest and most distracted meal of my life. As Jessika worked her magical lips and tongue up and down the shaft of my penis, I ate my sandwiches (which some part of my otherwise occupied mind acknowledged were really good for grilled cheese) and my potato chips without realizing fully what I was doing. I was surprised when I discovered that I had finished both sandwiches and all the chips. 

Finished with the meal, I pushed my chair back, making Jessika crawl forward so her head was no longer under the table. With a light tug on her soft, brunette hair, I brought her head up so that I could see her sexy gray eyes as well as her luscious, full lips wrapped around my manhood. 

That was all it took for me. Holding her head gently but firmly, I ejaculated into her still sucking mouth. This time, Jessika did not let even a single drop escape, and when I was spent, she let my softening penis fall from her mouth as she opened wide to show me that she had swallowed all my semen. 

"You are fucking amazing, Squeaker," I whispered, surprising both my sexy student and myself with the profanity. I then leaned forward and kissed her deeply. 

When we broke our kiss, I scooted the chair back further and helped Jessika to her feet in front of me. I reached out, squeezed both of her marvelous breasts, and leaned forward so I could lick her nipples. 

Jessika put her hands in my hair, pulling me against her as she moaned and sighed. She then gently pushed my head away from her. 

"No more of that, Mr. Warner. I have an essay to work on."

"I think your instructor would understand," I pointed out as I tried to return my lips to her breasts. "And anyway, he gave you until Monday."

"No he would not approve," she argued. "He is an unrelenting taskmaster."

"Sounds like a jerk to me."

"Oh, I think he is pretty awesome," she smiled, "but I really need to work on that essay. I don't want to fail."

"Maybe you could work out a deal with him," I suggested.

"What kind of girl do you think I am, Mr. Warner?!?" Jessika gasped with mock indignation. "You had better go now!"

Laughing, I stood up, pulled the curvaceous brunette close against me, kissed her hard and deep, gave her a light swat on her nicely rounded derriere, and went into the living room to gather up my clothes. For her part, Jessika found her blue silk robe and put it on, although she left it loose enough for me to see quite a bit of her wondrous cleavage. 

When I was dressed, Jessika walked me to her door. Turning to look into her gray eyes one more time, I tilted her chin up with my hand and lightly, almost chastely, kissed her plump lips. 

"Now that won't do, Mr. Warner," she scolded as she grabbed my neck and pulled my lips harder against hers. 

Reaching out, I grabbed her rear end and used it to pull her tightly against me. As our tongues played with each other, I ran my hands up her thighs and her torso until I was able to squeeze her breasts together one last time. I then broke our kiss and leaned down to lick and kiss her cleavage before letting her breasts fall free again. 

Jessika sighed and smiled at me before opening the door and almost shoving me out of it. 

"Are you sure you don't want to work off that grade, Jessika?" I teased her, as she started to close her door. 

"Nope," she replied, her face serious for a moment. Then, she broke into a grin, winked at me, and shut the door.

Shaking my head, I walked to my car. 

*** Over the next few days, Jessika and I exchanged some teasing texts, but she refused to discuss meeting again, telling me that she wanted to wait until after the grades were posted. I began to wonder if what had happened really had been a one-time trade for more time on her essay. I was hoping that was not the case. 

While spending most of the weekend grading final essays, I was barely able to keep my mind off of curvaceous Jessika. Even grading Jessi's essay (which was a sold 'B', like all of her essays), accompanied by my thoughts about the young, intense blonde who wrote it, was not enough to distract me from my current obsession with my curvy, brunette student. 

Jessika's essay, which she sent via email on Monday afternoon, was the last essay I graded. Once I had finished with it and had calculated her course grade, I immediately submitted grades for all my classes through the online instructor portal. I then sent out a group email to all my students, letting them know that grades were posted. 

A few minutes after I sent out the email, I received a text. I picked up my phone, expecting it to be from Jessika. It was not. 

"Happy w/my grade. Was a gr8t class. TY, Mr. W."

I recognized the number – it was Jessi's. 

"You did very well, Jessi. It was a pleasure to have you in class," I texted back, my stomach somewhat in knots – I felt like a teenager who had just found out that a girl he liked also liked him. 

"No... pleasure mine," she replied. 

I had started typing a reply of my own, but before I had really thought through what to write, Jessi texted again.

"U R a fascinating man, Mr. W. I would luv to hang out, tlk and fuck. IM free now. Wanna cum over?"

TO BE CONTINUED...



A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 02



I sat and reread Jessi's last text message: "U R a fascinating man, Mr. W. I would luv to hang out, tlk and fuck. IM free now. Wanna cum over?"

On each reading, I paused briefly at the word "fuck." I kept thinking I must have read it wrong, both the word and the whole message. I had built up a mental construct of Jessi through the course of the semester -- pretty but shy twenty-year-old blonde who was a little socially awkward and who was fairly conservative in her dress and manners. Her text message, the one I was having so much trouble accepting, did not comport with that construct. 

I read the message again, still looking for something that showed me my first interpretation was wrong. Not that I wanted it to be wrong – my body had responded the moment I first read the part of Jessi's text message that was the subject of my dilemma: "I would luv to hang out, tlk and fuck." Upon reading the blatant sexual proposition in my now former student's text, my breathing had quickened, my stomach had knotted, and my penis had stiffened.

"You need to answer her," I thought, but I kept starring at the words on my phone's screen. To block them out, I closed my eyes. I breathed deeply, but before I could do anything else, my mind, free from outside visual stimuli, conjured up images of Jessi. I saw her vivid, startling blue eyes staring at me, her shoulder-length blonde hair framing her delicate, elfin face. I saw her in her cat costume from Halloween, the tight black corset pushing her modest bosom up, displaying creamy white skin. I saw her slender but toned legs, almost entirely exposed under the short skirt of the costume, as I watched her stride from the classroom, a long, black tail swaying behind her. 

I stiffened even more, my half-erection starting to become uncomfortable under the constraining fabric of underwear and jeans as I remembered Jessi in her cat costume. I groaned then swallowed hard, forcing myself to open my eyes. I took several deep breaths to return my breathing to normal, and quickly typed out a reply.

"I would love to. Where can I meet you?"

I hit send as soon as I had finished typing and before I could lose my nerve. Her reply was almost instantaneous. 

"My place," it read, followed by a little yellow emoticon face with a huge grin (or perhaps it was a yellow emoji face – I have to admit I am a little out of me depth with such things). 

I was about to ask for her address when a text with it arrived. She lived in apartments near campus, but as I was at home, it would be a twenty to thirty minute drive for me, depending on traffic. 

It was already a 5:45 and I wanted to take a shower first, so I texted, "I will be there at 7:00."

"Okay," she replied, again almost instantaneously. 

"I b w8tin," followed right after. 

"Naked," pinged in seconds later, the words followed by a little red devil face.

For a moment, I forgot to breathe. I blinked and shook my head, once again uncertain whether I was reading her text right. But I knew I could not be mistaken about a one word text, and so did my penis – it was now fully erect and straining against my jeans. I took several more deep breaths and put my phone face-down on the table. 

I strode quickly to my bathroom, started a shower, and stripped naked. I did not wait for the water to heat up. I stepped into the shower and shuddered as the cold water hit my flushed skin. Momentarily, the coolness had the chilling effect for which I had hoped – my penis began to soften. But as the shower warmed a bit, my memories, and my fantasies, heated up even more so. As it had in the aftermath of sex with Jessika a few days earlier, my mind wandered into the pleasant preoccupation of imagining what Jessi would look like naked. As I imagined whether her nipples were large or small; whether they were brown or pink; whether her breasts would be firm or soft; whether her ass was as firm and shapely as it looked in tight jeans or yoga pants; whether her most intimate of hair was blonde; whether she shaved or trimmed or let it grow; whether she would be timid and shy or confident and forward; whether she would orgasm easily or require more finesse; and whether I could please a twenty-year-old woman, any softening of my erection brought about by the coolness of the shower was counteracted by my steamy thoughts. 

My breathing heavy, I turned up the temperature of the shower until I was enveloped in steam. Grabbing my now fully erect penis, I began to stroke it slowly, wondering how it would feel if Jessi were to touch it.

Realizing how aroused I was, and how close I was, I forced myself to stop masturbating. Part of me wanted to finish, both for the pleasure of it and to make sure I was not overexcited later. However, my evening the week before with Jessika had made me fairly confident I would not erupt at the mere touch of a younger woman, so I turned off the shower and grabbed my towel. 

As I dried off, I tried to think about anything other than Jessi waiting naked for me. I somewhat succeeded. By the time I was done brushing my teeth and hair, I was only halfway hard, and when I pulled on fresh underwear and clean jeans, I was soft enough so that the confinement was not unduly uncomfortable. 

Socks and a black polo, left untucked, followed my jeans. I looked in the mirror, and I was happy to see that I looked like what I thought would be acceptable. I knew I did not look like a young man, but I thought I was casual enough to put my blonde ingénue at ease when I arrived. 

Sitting down at the table to put my shoes on, I turned over my phone. When I awakened the screen from its slumber, I saw Jessi's "naked" text was the last one to come in. I was not sure what I was expecting – she had told me exactly what she had needed to tell me. I finished putting on my shoes, grabbed my keys, and left my house. 

The drive to Jessi's apartment took just under twenty-five minutes – traffic was light – which put me at her place at 6:45pm, fifteen minutes early. I found a parking spot near her building and pulled out my phone, intending to text her to let her know I was early. I saw that a message had arrived from her while I was driving, but there was no text, just a media content link. I clicked on the link, nervous anticipation causing a slightly queasy flutter in my stomach. 

The picture that popped up left me staring, mouth hanging open. A slender yet curvy female form stood fixed in a full-length mirror, arm extended, phone in hand. From the shoulders up, only the figure's graceful neck and delicate chin was visible, along with the cascading fall of shoulder length blonde hair. From the shoulders down, everything was visible, including the figure's small feet and bright red toe nails. 

The figure's breasts were perfect – a handful of creamy, smooth flesh tipped with small, pink nipples precisely centered in darker, dusty pink, circular areolas. Furthermore, the figure's breasts appeared to be pleasingly symmetrical in shape and size, complementing her petite frame, as did her small waist and curved hips. But as fantastic as the breasts were, and as nicely rounded as the hips appeared, it was the figure's smoothly shaven pussy that drew most of my attention. I could just make out the figure's labia, as petite and inviting as the rest its shape. 

"Wow" I typed and sent. Then, before I received a response, I followed my previous text with, "I know I am a bit early, but I am here."

"TY. Cum on up Im ready," was her response. 

Taking one last, long look at the picture of Jessi's incredible body, I gathered up control of my own body, save for the erection that had sprung up again at the sight of the naughty picture. I blanked the screen on my phone, got out of my car, and hurried across the parking lot to the stairs that led up to the apartment number Jessi had given me. I strode up the stairs, my stomach overrun with nervous butterflies, as if I was again a lovesick (and horny) teenager about to go on a date. 

Jessi's apartment door opened nearly immediately after I knocked. I had expected Jessi, if she was really waiting naked, to hide at least partially behind the door until I was in her apartment. What I did not expect was for her to stand in her open door, not a stitch of clothing covering her flawless skin, and make no attempt to hide anything. 

Her figure was even more fantastic in person. For several heartbeats we stood thus, she in her open door and I on the landing just outside her threshold, as I devoured her petite yet luscious body with my eyes and she stared at me with her vivid blue orbs. I do not know how long I would have remained there, staring at her, had she not pulled me in to her apartment, shutting the door behind me. 

I barely had time to notice that Jessi's apartment was a small, tidy studio dominated by a queen size bed before Jessi turned me around to face her. She again locked her eyes with mine. I tried to speak, but before I could fumble out any words, my blonde temptress shook her head slightly and put a soft, delicate finger to my lips. 

So, instead of talking, I leaned down to kiss her pouty lips, but this too was met with negation. "No," she whispered as she guided my mouth away from her lips and down toward her small, hard, perfect nipples. I did not object – I raised my hands to massage her firm, fabulous breasts as I licked and sucked each nipple in turn. Jessi moaned, then pulled my head up, away from the luscious feast of her bosom. 

A serious, determined look on her face, Jessi reached down to the bottom of my shirt and then pulled it up and over my head. I took over, disengaging my arms from the polo before tossing it to the side while Jessi began to plant small kisses on my neck and shoulders. As she did so, she ran her hands up and down my arms. I was glad at that moment that over the course of the semester I had worked out and toned up, although I was still conscious that my abdomen was not, and likely never would be again, flat. 

Jessi's kisses and her hands both moved to my chest, and she kissed and licked each of my nipples. In the past, I had never cared one way or another about a woman playing with my nipples, but the blonde's light, almost teasing kisses made me moan in ecstasy. I ran my fingers through her soft, fine hair as she kissed and licked all over my chest. My erection felt like it was going to tear through my jeans. 

Without warning, Jessi moved one hand down until she was massaging my fully engorged penis through my pants. She looked up at me, her intense eyes scorching. For the first time since she opened the door, a smile graced her elfin features. Then, still staring up at me, she began to trail kisses down from my chest to my lower abdomen. My breathing grew ragged as she knelt and kissed my erection through my pants. 

Deftly, the petite blonde undid my jeans and pulled them, along with my underwear, down to my knees. My penis, free now from its constraints, jutted out. I was as hard as I could ever remember being, and I was afraid I would explode the moment she touched me. 

For once, Jessi's eyes were not locked on mine. Rather, she seemed to be fascinated with my erection. She gently grabbed it in one hand (I am not huge, but her delicate hand did not quite close all the way around the girth of me) and looked at it from various angles. Her skin on mine was like an electric shock, but I did manage to avoid climaxing at her mere touch. 

Her inspection finished, Jessi again locked her gaze on my eyes and gave me a cute smile before opening her small but plump lips and sucking in nearly half of my length. As her warm, wet mouth enveloped me, I grunted and grabbed her hair, quite a bit tighter than I had intended. The lovely young woman at my feet whimpered quietly and winced, but she did not let off her suction on me. In fact, she began move her lips up and down my shaft, her smoldering eyes never leaving mine as I loosened my grip on her blonde locks. 

As she sucked me in and out, Jessi's tongue squirmed against my hardness, eliciting a jerk with each movement. With the incredible attention she was giving my penis, I knew I would not be able to last long. However, I did not realize that she was about to move to a new (for me) level of oral sex that would quickly send me over the edge.

Jessi began picking up speed, and each time she sucked me in, she took more of my erection into her fantastic mouth. Soon, the tip of my penis hit the back of her throat, and she gagged just a little, although not as much as I would have expected. She held me there for a bit, her tongue waggling against the underside of me, before pulling back until just the head was inside of her glorious mouth. 

Closing her eyes, she grabbed my butt tightly with both hands and drove her mouth down on me. Momentarily, the tip of my penis again was pressed against the back of her throat, but she pushed past that, and then I was in heaven. 

I have been fortunate in my life that several girlfriends, as well as my wife and, most recently, the very talented Jessika, had been proficient at fellatio, to varying degrees. However, until that moment, I had never experienced the almost indescribable sensation of having my engorged manhood lodged in a woman's throat, her lips tight on the base of it as her tongue undulates against it. 

"Fuck," I grunted, my first word since arriving. Jessi's eyes flew open, and I could see the amusement – and perhaps triumph – in them. I had not meant to utter the vulgarity, or at least I do not think I had meant to do so. 

Slowly, she moved her lips up my erection, although this time not all the way to the head, before again swallowing it all and burying her nose in my pubic hair. I grunted again, and again I saw the amusement in her incredible blue eyes. 

At this point, it was all I could do to keep from climaxing. I pondered giving in, but I wanted to feel more of the incredible tightness of her throat, of the sensation of the head of my penis pushing into it, of her lips and tongue on me as she made herself take me all the way down. Still, I knew I would not last much longer and that I needed to let Jessi know. 

"I'm close," I warned her as she pulled back. This time Jessi let my penis slip from her mouth and planted a kiss right on the tip. Then she drew a deep breath, winked, and in one smooth movement, engulfed my erection completely. Then, to my surprise, the petite blonde fellatrix took things a step or two further. She pushed her tongue out and licked my scrotum even as she started humming around the shaft embedded in her throat. 

My fingers reflexively tightened in her hair again, and I used my grip to hold her head in place as my body shudder at the intensity of the sensations emanating from my penis. The urge to ejaculate down her throat – and hold her in place until I had finished – nearly overcame me, but when Jessi moved her hands from my behind to the front of my thighs and began to push against them, I realized that I need to let her head go. 

When I did so, Jessi immediately pulled back, letting me fall from her mouth as she began coughing. She reached out and grabbed my penis with one hand even as she put the other on the ground to steady herself. 

"Crap!" I said, concerned that I had hurt her. "I'm sorry, Jessi. I didn't think. I've never had a woman do that before, and..." I trailed off, unsure what to say next. 

Gasping still, her hand now circling my erection, the lovely blonde looked up at me, not with recrimination, but with passion. Straightening up so that she was again kneeling in front of me, she reached her free hand out, sliding it up my quivering stomach and heaving chest as she started licking and sucking on the head of my penis. 

In a matter of seconds, I was again on the edge of exploding, although this time I kept my hands away from her head. As she began to suck me harder and deeper again (although only about half way in this time), I started moaning and thrusting my hips forward. I could not hold back any longer. 

"I'm almost there, Jessi," I advised her. 

Closing her eyes, the blonde sucked me even harder, and I assumed she was going to have me ejaculate in her mouth. However, seconds later, just as I began to climax, she pulled all the way off, her eyes still closed. The first spurt of semen flew across her nose and forehead, some reaching her hair. The second splattered across her cheek, just under her right eye, and the third and fourth coated her lips and chin. 

Opening her eyes and her mouth, she sucked my penis back in and milked a couple more weak trickles out of it. When she had sucked out everything she was going to get from it, she let my softening manhood plop from her lips. Her eyes sparkling, she smiled up at me. I was mesmerized by the sight of her happy, semen streaked face. 

Jessi reached a hand up to her face and scooped up a glob of my ejaculate with her fingers, which she promptly sucked into her mouth. Incredibly, I felt my penis start to harden again as I watched her use her fingers to clean her face and her sensuous mouth and tongue to clean her fingers. Soon, only a little line of my semen remained on her forehead. 

I reached down and used two fingers to wipe off that last bit. As soon as I did so, Jessi grabbed my hand and sucked my fingers into her mouth, bathing them with her tongue as she searched for every drop of my fluid on them. The sight and feel of her lips on my fingers, and the pure wantonness of her actions, had my manhood half-way hard again. 

Jessi noticed this, and she took hold of it, bringing it to her mouth again and beginning to suck on it gently. At first, the sensation was too much – it was almost painful – but then the intensity of the sensations decreased as her expert mouth coaxed a new erection out of me. I was amazed – I had not recovered this quickly in years. Not even Jessika had been able to bring me back to full hardness so soon after I had reached orgasm. Seemingly satisfied with my readiness, Jessi removed her lips from my penis. Then she smeared it all around her face before planting a final kiss on it. 

The sexy young woman then turned around and dropped forward so she was on her hands and knees, her small and perfectly heart shaped derriere facing me. Looking back over her shoulder, Jessi waggled her butt and winked. 

"Fuck me, Mr. Warner," she begged. "Ram that thick cock in my wet little pussy and split me wide open."

While my mind was still processing what Jessi had said, my body took over. I kicked off my shows and stripped off my pants, underwear and socks. Now as naked as she was, I knelt behind her, resting my left hand on her hip as I used my right hand to spread her legs apart enough to reveal her swollen labia. I could smell the aroma of her arousal, and I wanted to feel her before pushing my penis inside of her. 

So, I reached between her now spread thighs and rubbed the smooth surface of her shaved pussy, teasing her wet lips with my fingers. Jessi moaned and then tensed and lurched a little forward as I slid two fingers inside of her. She was sopping wet, but also incredibly tight. It felt as if the walls of her vagina were rhythmically squeezing my fingers. 

After a few seconds of moving my fingers around inside of her, I pulled them out and moved up to rub her clitoris. Jessi's whimper of disappointment when my fingers left her pussy turned into a gasp and a low moan as I gently manipulated her most sensitive nub. 

"Oh fuck!" she grunted. "Shit! Fuck me now! Please."

Somewhat reluctantly, I brought my hand from between her thighs, sucking my fingers clean, savoring the taste of her even as I maneuvered behind her. When I had my penis placed at her now dripping vulva, I grasped both her hips in my hands, amazed by how much of her slight frame they covered. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 02



Gently, I began to ease inside of her. The tightness of her pussy was almost unbelievable. I was glad I had already climaxed; I would not have lasted long had I not already enjoyed some relief. I had never experienced another woman who felt the same way, although I had been with other women I would have described as tight. The only experience to which I could compare it was anal sex with a college girlfriend. So, like I had done then, I was taking it slow. I had carefully entered her about half-way when Jessi changed my plans. 

"Fuck this slow shit, Mr. Warner," she growled. "Ram it in me hard!"

She then began thrusting her rear back against me, pushing more of my length inside her vagina each time. I tightened my grip on her hips, stopping her thrusting, before driving myself all the way in. A sound that I could best describe as a cross between a moan and a wail filled the small room as the petite blonde tensed, put her head down and shuddered.

"God that hurts!" Jessi blurted out. 

"I'm so sorry, Jessi" I apologized, starting to pull out of her. 

"No!" she cried. "Don't pull out. Keep it in. It's a good hurt."

"It's a good hurt," she repeated, softer, mainly to herself, I think. 

Her breathing slowing, Jessi raised her blonde head and looked back at me with lust-filled eyes. 

"Do it hard, Mr. Warner. I need it hard. And fast," she pleaded. "Fuck me like a worthless whore!"

As I knelt there, hesitating, unsure, still half in her, I experienced one of the strangest inner debates of my life. Part of me wanted to do exactly as she asked. Another part was concerned about hurting her. Yet another part was taken aback by her words and the wanton intensity of her sexuality, even a little uncertain about going forward at all given her unexpected brazenness. Finally, a fourth part pondered whether I should tell her that her last comment was ambiguous as to which of us was the "worthless whore," and that she could make it more clear by adding "I am" after "like" and before "a worthless whore." 

Shaking my head to stop my discordant thoughts, I decided I would do what I most wanted, which I knew was also what the sexy woman in front of me also wanted. I made sure I still had a firm grip on her sensuous hips and thrust abruptly into her again, although I made sure it was not as hard as before. 

"God yes!" the petite blonde moaned when I was all the way in her again. 

"Fuck! Your thick cock hurts soooo good," she panted as I started thrusting in and out of her, picking up speed and force.

"Does my tight little whore pussy feel good, Mr. Warner?" she asked as I fucked her – there is really no other word so appropriate for what we were doing – from behind. 

"Yes," I moaned, taking my hands off her hips and leaning forward, my chest against her lower back, so I could kiss her neck and reach around and massage her modest, firm breasts. 

"Say it!" she commanded.

"Your tight pussy feel fantastic," I assured her, but she wanted more. 

"Tell me it feels good on your cock!" she said with a snarl that tuned into a moan as I increased the force I was using on her breasts. 

"Your pussy feels good around my hard cock," I almost whispered, suddenly unsure of myself. Where was I letting her take me? 

"I am an educated man, a college instructor," I reminded myself, even as I continued to thrust in and out of the moaning, shuddering young woman beneath me. "I do not use the type of vulgarities she wants me to use."

But that wasn't true, not really. I did not use such words aloud, and had not done so in years, yet I sometimes thought them. But ever since I had started teaching, and even more so after I met the woman who would eventually become my wife, I had considered even my thoughts of such words inappropriate. 

Now, in the span of a week, two sexy, younger women – my students, in fact -- had reduced me to the use of vulgar language, both in actuality and in thinking about my own actions. These two temptresses had also led me to give in to my baser urges. And both experiences had been wonderful, including the one that was still ongoing as I tried to make sense of my fears and myself. 

"Fuck it," I thought, remembering a younger self, one who was more open, more free. One who worried less about whether others (including his now ex-wife, who had felt vulgar language cheapened their physical intimacy) found his language appropriate or not as long as the woman he was with did not object. 

"Yes, your pussy feels fantastic on my hard cock," I declared as I drove into Jessi even harder. "And your firm, smooth tits feel fucking incredible!"

"Oh fuck!" Jessi moaned at my words, and then her pussy clamped down on me like a vice as her breathing grew ragged. Her body tensed then shuddered as she fell forward so that only my hands squeezing her breasts kept her torso and head from falling to the floor. A string of guttural noises – "uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh..."—accompanied her rapid, shallow breaths. 

The spasms in her pussy were too much for me. I ejaculated even harder than before, amazed at how the tightness of her drained every drop from me. As I began to relax, I realized I was panting and covered with sweat, as was Jessi. I worked at calming my breathing as I gently lowered Jessi, whose body was now limp, so that her face and shoulders were resting on the ground. I could tell that she was also trying to get her own breathing under control. 

"That – was – fucking – incredible," she panted. 

"Yes it was," I agreed. 

Realizing that soon I would be soft, I started to pull out of Jessi's now even tighter pussy. She let out a sad little whimper, like she had when I had removed my fingers from her earlier. So, I decided to stay in her until her tightness pushed me out. While that lasted, I began rubbing her small, wonderfully shaped butt. 

"Mmmm... that feels so nice," the blonde moaned, her head turned to the side and resting on the floor, her eyes closed, her blonde hair damp with sweat. 

Too soon, my penis was flaccid enough that I could not keep it inside of her, but as it fell out, this time I heard a satisfied sigh rather than a disappointed whimper. With another sigh and then a deep breath, the petite blonde pushed herself up off the floor and turned toward me, both of us on our knees. 

She reached out her hand and stroked my cheek as she smiled at me. I did the same to her, and then put my hand on her neck and tried to draw her to me for a kiss – which would have been out first. The kiss did not happen, however, as Jessi jerked away and shook her head. 

"No, Mr. Warner," she admonished me, standing up. "No kissing."

I stood up too, unsure what to do next. Jessi must have noticed my confusion. She sighed and reached out and touched my arm. 

"Kissing would... complicate this," she explained. 

"Well, we have already kissed pretty much everywhere," I replied, trying to lighten the mood. 

For this first time since I had been at her apartment, Jessi's stare had that disconcerting, overly intense quality to it I had experienced so much throughout the just ended semeste. Then, suddenly, she broke eye contact. 

"I meant on the lips," she clarified in a quiet voice, her eyes downcast. "That might complicate... this." 

Nodding to convey an understanding I did not really possess, I opened my arms and asked, "How about a hug, then?"

Jessi looked back up at me, and I could not quite read her expression. Was it hope? Was it fear? Was it sorrow? Was it pity? 

And then, a smile erased whatever her prior expression had been. Before I knew it, she had her arms around my middle as she held me tightly against her. I put my arms around her shoulders and held her to me. She softly kissed my chest. 

We stayed like that for several seconds before she pushed away from me. I dropped my arms to my side, unsure of what to do next. Jessi seemed to share my feeling, and we both stood awkwardly, each of us hyperaware of the closeness of the other. 

Breaking the tension, Jessi asked, "Are you hungry, Mr. Warner? I have some pizza in my refrigerator."

"Pizza would be fine," I told her, relieved to have something to say. 

"Okay. Let me grab a t-shirt real quick," she said as she walked toward a dresser next to her bed. 

As she rummaged in her drawers, I gathered up my clothes while admiring the alluring juxtaposition of sensuous curves on her slender frame. I had just enough time to avert my eyes as she pulled on a long, oversized t-shirt and turned around. I pretended I was just looking up from putting on my pants. She smiled as she unabashedly stared at my chest. 

"You could leave your shirt off," she suggested. "I wouldn't mind. You have a nice chest."

"Not as nice as yours," I countered with a smile, "yet you covered yours up."

"It's different for girls," she said as if that solved everything rather than contradicting nearly all her prior actions that evening. 

"Okay," I said, wanting to be agreeable. She smiled again and then moved past me, making sure to brush up against my hip with hers on her way to her small kitchen. 

"Should I put on my socks," I asked playfully. 

"The only thing I care about your socks is that you don't wear only them," she advised me. "And it was touch and go there for a bit when you were taking your pants off."

"Oh, and why was that," I inquired. 

"Well, for just a moment you were only wearing your socks, and I seriously considered whether I would have to kick you out," she teased, a wicked smile lighting up her face. "But I was so horny I figured I could live with it just that once."

We stared at each other for a second or two before we both started laughing. Once again, Jessi had surprised me. An entire semester of classes had not once hinted that she possessed such a sense of humor. 

Still smiling, she asked me whether I wanted my pizza hot or cold. 

"What kind is it?" I asked. 

"Pepperoni, onions and pineapple," she replied. 

"Cold is fine then," I told her, and then added, "If it had jalapenos on it, that would be the perfect pizza."

"That's an idea," she agreed. "Then it would be sweet and hot, just like me."

We both had another laugh, although this time I noticed she was blushing as well. Jessi was definitely full of surprises. 

She put a paper plate with two slices of pizza on it in front of me as I sat down at her small table; her own plate had one small slice on it. She then went back to her kitchen and brought out two cold bottles of water and sat them on the table. 

"Do you want to watch TV while we eat," she asked, still standing. 

For the first time, I noticed a flat screen TV on her dresser. But I did not want to watch TV, not when I had the fascinating Jessi available for conversation. 

"No," I said. "Let's talk."

"I'm not that interesting," the petite blonde said, blushing a little, as she sat down at the table. 

"Oh, I doubt that is true," I countered, finally turning the tables a bit on her by holding her gaze just a bit longer than was comfortable. But my victory was short lived. 

"I would rather talk about you," she said, her eyes suddenly intense. "Have you fucked Big Tits yet?"

I had just taken a bite of pizza, and I nearly coughed. As I chewed, I did my best to convey, using my facial expression and eyes, a lack of awareness of what she meant. However, I was pretty sure I knew to whom she was referring, and I did not really want to address that subject. So, I chewed slowly.

Jessi was wise to me, however, and as soon as I swallowed my food, she asked again. This time, I hurriedly took a drink of water, but I knew I would have to say something as Jessi was staring at me again in her disconcerting way, a smirk on her face. 

"I am not sure who you mean," I started, when I had swallowed my water. 

"You know who I mean," she interrupted. "Jessika with a 'k'."

"So, you call Jessika 'Big Tits'?" I asked, trying to keep my expression neutral, although I felt the heat of a blush. 

"Yes," Jessi answered, still staring. "When you asked us for nicknames, I almost suggest it for her. But, I decided to tell you to call me 'Jessi' instead."

"I like 'Jessi'," I said, but she interrupted me again. 

"I like 'Jessi' too, but that it not the point. And you are trying to avoid my question, Mr. Warner," the lovely blonde accused. 

"It was very generous of you to volunteer to use your nickname," I said, smiling. "Suggesting your proposed nickname for Jessika would not have been very nice."

"Oh, I wouldn't have really said it," Jessi admitted. "I just wanted to. I wanted to all semester, every class. I don't think she knows how to buy a top that doesn't shove them in everyone's face."

"I'm not sure it was that bad," I said, and I knew as soon as the words left my mouth that I had said the wrong thing. 

"You wouldn't. You certainly spent a lot of time staring at her tits," Jessi sneered, her bright blue eyes flashing. 

"Jessi..." I began, but her glare stopped me short. 

"It was so frustrating," she said, looking away. "The first class – I couldn't believe I actually had a hot English teacher. I sat in the front instead of in the back, where I usually do. I was all ready to try to make a good impression when Big Tits walked in and sat in the front row too. You didn't see this, but the moment she saw you, she adjust her shirt to show more of her boobs. I am surprised she didn't just take them out and plop them on the table."

"You did make an impression that first day," I told her, trying to catch her eye. 

Jessi laughed, then continued, "Not the right impression. All I could do was stare, which is something I try not to do because I am never sure when I am doing it too much. Then I tried to talk to you after class, but I was so nervous I could only talk about class."

"You did fine," I reassured her. "You seemed quite confident."

"No," she laughed, still looking away. "I seemed awkward. You took my bluntness, which is worse when I am feeling so awkward, as confidence. That happens to me." 

As she raised her eyes up again and looked at me, I saw tears glistening in the corners of them. I started to speak, but Jessi reached across the table and put her finger to my lips. 

"Shhh. Let me finish this. It is hard for me to say all this," she told me. "I'm sure you have realized by now that I can be pretty socially awkward. I always liked numbers better than people, and math has always been my favorite subject, as well as a kind of refuge. But then in high school I found that I could connect with people through sex. So, that started me down the path of being the sluttiest math nerd anyone ever met."

I nodded and forced myself not to try to reassure Jessi. But it was difficult. I wanted to take her in my arms and hug her. 

Jessi continued, "English, writing, literature – those things were never good for me. I just did not get it. I could follow the form of an essay, but I never had anything to write. Then last year I had that dickhead who marked me down when I tried to express my opinion. So there I was, a math nerd dreading my second try at English 101, when I saw a man who instantly turned me into a horny math nerd who wanted very much to do my best in English; a man I could barely talk to; a man who made me so nervous that when I did try to speak in class, it never came out like it should have, which made it all worse for me."

Jessi inhaled deeply, leaned forward toward me, and skewered me with an ice cold stare. 

"The worst part of it all," she informed me, "was that the object of my lust – my older, very intelligent, very sex English teacher, the man who made me wet every time he looked at me – could not quit staring at a chubby slut with her big tits hanging out."

I did not agree with Jessi's assessment of Jessika as chubby, or her characterization of the brunette as a slut, but I decided to say nothing at all, which made it all the more surprising to me when I blurted out, "Not on Halloween."

Jessi stared at me, open mouthed, seemingly as surprised by my comment as I had been, before a huge grin spread across her face. 

"Halloween was awesome," the pretty, young blonde agreed. "You could not keep your eyes off me that class. And Big Tits did not like that. She almost ran up to you after class. But that was fine with me. I knew that, for at least that night, I was the one you wanted, not her."

"You looked amazing in that costume," I concurred, remembering the contrast of the black of her corset against her creamy white skin. "It was very sexy, and very naughty."

"You don't know the half of it – the bra cups on the corset are detachable."

The visual of Jessi's perfect, white, bare breasts pushed up by the tight black corset made me miss a breath or two. It also made me realize that my penis had started to stiffen during Jessi's story. 

"Anyway, that was just one day. The next class, Big Tits wore a t-shirt that was a size too small and was cut to show almost the entire side of her boob, and you were lost to me again," she explained, a sad smile on her face. 

"No," I told her, shaking my head. "I was always interested in you. I could not quit thinking about you. The way you stared at me was both disconcerting and alluring. However, I did not think you were interested in me, other than as an instructor."

Jessi started to protest, but I interrupted her, "Please, let me tell you this."

She nodded and bit her lower lip. 

"Every time I tried to draw you out in conversation to learn something more about you, you always turned the topic back to classwork," I continued. "And your essays never revealed anything either. But, the more I struggled to learn about you, the more fascinated I became."

"Really?" Jessi asked, her pretty, delicate face shining. 

"Really," I assured her. "I admit that I find Jessika very attractive, and that it was hard to look away from her cleavage some times, but your eyes captured me just as much. 

"Well, your eyes and that pink bra you wore under your big sweater last week," I chuckled. Did you let me see down your shirt on purpose?"

Jessi cast her eyes down, a sheepish smile on her face, and blushed. The effect was enthralling. 

"Ummm, yes," she confirmed. "I leaned over so you could look down my shirt."

"It was fantastic," I told her. "I could not stop thinking about it all that night."

"Good," Jessi said, her eyes back on mine, her blush fading. 

"I want to ask you something," I said. "Why did you leave so quickly the last class?"

"I had not meant to," she admitted, "but once I was there, I could not face you. I did not know what I would do if you just thanked me and took my paper. That is when I came up with my plan for tonight – to wait until after grades posted and be as forward with you as I would be with any other guy."

Jessi laughed and reached out to take my hand. 

"And look," she continued, "it worked."

"It did," I confirmed, squeezing her hand as I smiled at her. 

We sat like that for several moments, gazing into each other eyes, before Jessi steered us back to dangerous waters I thought I had completely avoided.

Letting go of my hand and sitting back in her chair, the petite blonde said, "You almost avoided my question, Mr. Warner – did you fuck Big Tits?"

I lowered my eyes, trying to think of what to say, but that action itself was answer enough for Jessi. 

"You did," she groaned, closing her eyes and shaking her head.

"Yes, I did," I confirmed. 

"When," the now angry woman across the table demanded. 

"Last Thursday, after the last class," I told her.

"Fuck!" she snarled. "That bitch did not even wait until after the semester. What a fucking slut!" 

"Please, Jessi," I began, but she again cut me off with a glare.

"Did she fuck you for a grade, Mark?" she snarled. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 02



I was taken aback by her tone and her use of my first name, as well as by the fact she thought I would do such a thing. 

However, before I could respond indignantly, I realized that I had, at least in play, done something very much like that. Not for a grade, of course, but for more time than anyone else had received. Of course, I would have given Jessika more time even without the sex, but that truth seemed hollow now as I looked back at my actions. 

Taking a deep breath, I said, "No, not for a grade. I would not do that. She earned the grade she received. But you are right. We should have waited until after grades were posted." 

"Was she any good," Jessi asked, still angry but starting to calm down. 

I hesitated before confessing, "It was one of the best sexual encounters of my life."

Jessi's anger evaporated, and an expression so sad it almost broke my heart played across her pretty face. 

"But," I continued, reaching out and taking her pointed chin in my hand, forcing her to look at me, "it was not even close to tonight. I have never experienced anything like I just did with you. You are by far the most amazing, most intense lover I have ever had."

"Oh Mr. Warner," she said, her eyes again starting to water. "I want so much to believe you." 

Her return to a more formal, yet also for us more playful form of address reassured me that she would get past her anger and hurt – I just needed to help that along. Standing, I walked over to her chair, took her hands in mine, and drew her to her feet. 

"You can, Jessi," I told her before brushing aside her soft blonde hair and kissing her neck. 

The sexy blonde, for her part, put her arms around my neck and moaned. I put my hands on her waist and then slid them down to her thighs, finding the hem of her long t-shirt. I pulled her shirt up, revealing her perfect breasts. I leaned forward to kiss and lick her erect nipples as Jessi finished taking off her t-shirt.

Without warning her, I picked up the petite blonde – she likely did not weigh much more than a hundred pounds – put her over my shoulder, and took her the three steps to her bed. I then dropped her on her back on the soft mattress.

The naked young woman stared up at me as I pushed her legs apart. When her shaved pussy was fully exposed, I dropped to my knees on the floor, put her legs over my shoulders, and buried my face in her wetness. 

"Are you sure you want to do that," she asked softly as she intertwined her fingers in my hair. "You did cum in there earlier."

By way of answer, I shoved my tongue into her pussy, tasting her tangy juices as well as the residue of my own fluids. Jessi moaned and grasped my hair tighter. 

Slowly, teasingly, I moved my tongue up to her firm little clitoris and began to lick and suck it, making her gasp. Reaching one hand up, I began to play with her firm breasts as I licked her. A series of moans were my reward. 

"Oh fuck!" she suddenly yelled, grabbing my hair tight enough to hurt as her hips bucked against my face. Then her body stiffened as she let out a low, undulating moan. 

I knew she had climaxed, although it was different from the previous one I had witnessed. I gently kissed her vulva as she began to relax, intending to start licking her again once she had recovered. Jessi, as I was discovering was usual, had other plans. 

She gently shoved my head away from her pussy and sat up. She then had me stand up so she could remove my pants and underwear. When my erection was once again free, she leaned forward, kissed it, sucked it in to her expert mouth, and then drew her lips away from me. Standing, she turned me around and told me to lie on her bed. After I did so, she spread my legs a bit, climbed between them, and took my rigid penis back into her mouth. 

I would have been happy had she just continued to suck on me, but the next phase of her plan was even better. She moved her mouth from my penis and started moving up my stomach, kissing it. Soon her firm breasts were rubbing on my hard shaft as she moved farther up my torso. At last, she was sitting astride me, the hard length of my manhood pressed firmly against the smooth, hot skin of her groin. 

Lifting up and grasping my penis in her hand, Jessi directed the tip of it between her labia. When she had the head of my shaft positioned just right, she smiled down at me. Then, closing her eyes, she let go of me and slid down my erect member until it was entirely inside her. While her wetness still grasped me like a vise, she did not feel as unbelievably tight as the first time I had been inside of her, which was probably a beneficial situation with respect to the longevity of our encounter. 

The lovely blonde sighed, her eyes still closed, and a small smile played across her pouty lips. Slowly, she began to rock back and forth, moaning softly. After several seconds of the rocking, Jessi placed her hands on my lower abdomen, opened her eyes, and used her legs and arms to push herself up until only about of inch of me was still enveloped in the warmth of her. Next, she let herself slide down again; we moaned in unison. 

Jessi grinned at me and wiggled around on my erection for a few seconds before leaning forward and placing her hands on either side of my torso. Those vivid blue eyes of her locked on mine as she began sliding up and down my rigid penis. Her soft, blonde hair fell forward, a couple of stands finding their way in front of her eyes. Her pouty lips trembled as moans continued to escape her partially open mouth. Her fantastic breasts, with their wonderful pink nipples, bounced each time she thrust against me. 

Unable to resist, I reached up with both hands and began massage her breasts and playing with her sensitive nipples. The petite blonde responded by increasing the tempo of both her thrusts and her moans. She then arched her neck and her torso, giving me room to rise up off the bed enough to take her nipples in my mouth. I sucked and nibbled on one as I pinched and pulled the other with my fingers, then I switched, making sure both nipples were receiving either oral or manual attention. 

Jessi's was now panting and making the same guttural noises that had accompanied one of her prior orgasms. Suddenly, she straightened up, grabbed my head, and smashed my face between her breasts. Her body went rigid and her pussy spasmed around my erection. 

"God that was good," she moaned after several seconds. 

She let go of my head, put her hands on my sweat slickened chest, and gently pushed me down until I was again lying flat on my back on the bed. She smiled at me from underneath damp blonde hair that clung to her forehead and cheeks. I reached up and brushed the hair back behind her ears, exposing more of her flushed face. 

"You are beautiful, Jessica," I told her, using her full name. The young blonde stared at me in that awkward way of hers for a few seconds too many, then a huge smile lit her face. 

"You are very handsome, Mr. Warner," she replied. "And a fantastic lay."

"Thank you, but right now you are doing all the work," I teased. Then, more seriously, I added, "And it is you who is an amazing lover." 

Jessi did not say another word, but she did begin again to rock back and forth on my still hard penis. I reached up toward her breasts again, but she pushed my hand away and shook her head. 

"You just lie back and enjoy this, Mr. Warner," she said with a grin as she switched from rocking to sliding slowly up and down my erection. 

As my delectable lover picked up speed, she stuck out her tongue and winked before raising her hands to her chest and beginning to play with her bouncing breasts. I watched mesmerized as she squeezed and massaged them, and as she pinched, pulled and twisted her nipples. 

Grabbing her hips, I began to thrust up to meet her as she slid down. Jessi closed her eyes, giving each of her breasts a last squeeze before leaning forward again, one hand on my chest and the other one the bed beside me. 

We were now ramming into each other, the slap of our skin on skin contact audible. A sheen of perspiration covered Jessi's face and the fair skin of her chest. Her breathing, like mine, was shallow and rapid. Rhythmic, animalistic grunts escaped her open mouth, matched by sounds from my own throat that I had never heard before – a pulsating growl mixed with occasional grunts. 

I was in the buildup to reaching a climax when Jessi's eyes snapped open. Her normally intense stare was distant, unfocused. She looked at me, but I could tell she was not seeing me. Then her nails dug into my chest, her head tilted to the side, and a violent shuddering wracked her thin frame. The walls of her pussy pulsated around me. 

"F – f – f – f – f – f – f – f – u – u – u – u – u – u –" escaped her trembling lips, but she never finished saying the word.

Jessi's slight body went completely rigid, then her eyes rolled up into her head and she pitched forward, her head falling against my collar bone, her chest sagging against my torso. 

"Jessi," I called softly, but her only response was a barely perceptible shake of her head. 

As I put my arms around her, I felt her shudder again, although far less violently this time. I also felt her chest rise and fall as she took several deep breaths. 

Lifting her face up off of me, my young lover asked, in a weak voice, "What the fuck was that?"

"Maybe it was an orgasm," I teased, running my fingers through her damp blonde tresses. 

"No," she sighed, "that was a fucking big-ass orgasm. God, I never came like that before."

"How was it different," I asked, genuinely curious. 

"More," she responded. "Just more everything. Can't explain, really. It's like taking how great a regular orgasm feels and cubing it. Not different, just exponentially more intense."

I chuckled at her use of mathematical concepts to explain her orgasm. It very much fit with what she had told me about herself earlier, and it also showed me that she was starting to be more herself around me. 

"Are you laughing at me, Mr. Warner?" she asked, pushing herself up so that she could look down at me. 

Her movement caused both of us to focus on the fact that my penis was still erect and still buried inside her tight, warm pussy. Jessi looked at me, eyes wide, mouth open. I could tell that she was surprised 

I was still hard. 

"You didn't cum?" she whispered. 

"No," I admitted.

"Fuck," she muttered with a shake of her head. 

"I can't do it again, not so soon," she started to explain. 

"Well, we could switch positions," I suggested, but Jessi just shook her head again. 

"I don't mean just being on top. I mean I can't fuck any more," she clarified. "At least not right now. As it is, I will probably walk funny for a week." 

"I could take care of it myself," I proposed, but the pretty blonde shook her head a third time.

"Nope. I did not ask you over just to watch you jack off," she told me. "So, I guess there is only one solution – a nice blowjob to finish you off."

"That might work," I agreed with a grin. 

Jessi pulled herself off of me slowly and with some difficulty. I was still almost completely hard, but her pussy was dry and as tight as ever. Both of us winced at the friction, and it was obvious she was correct that she was not going to be ready for more sex anytime soon. 

Once we were separated, Jessi scooted down my body until she was lying between my legs, her face mere inches from my still mostly erect manhood. She kissed the tip of it as her hand encircled it and began to slowly stroke up and down the shaft. 

"You have to ask me to suck you, Mr. Warner," she instructed me. "And not with your nice, elegant words. You have to say, "Please suck my hard cock, Jessi'."

I almost pointed out that I did not think any sexual euphemisms I may have used reached the plane of elegant speech, but instead I simply repeated, "Please suck my hard cock, Jessi."

"Okay," she agreed, then sucked me into her talented mouth. Almost instantly, I was completely hard again. However, much too soon my sexy fellatrix pulled her mouth off of my erection. 

"Nope," she said. "That's just not doing it for me right now. Let's try a little harsher."

"Ummm..." was my only response. 

"How about this," she suggested. "Say, 'Suck my cock, you fucking little slut!'"

"Umm, Okay," I agreed, although I was unsure if I could really say that to her. 

"Uhh... suck my cock, you fucking little slut," I tentatively commanded her.

Jessi shook her head and sighed. 

"That was horrible," she admonished me. "I just don't feel it. Say it with meaning this time. Oh, and shove my head down toward your cock as you say it."

"Jessi, I am not sure I am comfortable with...," I started, but I stopped when she rolled her eyes theatrically and produced an exaggerated sigh. 

"Okay, Okay," I said. I put one hand on her blonde head and took a deep breath. 

"Suck my cock, you fucking little slut!" I directed her, pushing her head down with moderate force.

Jessi's head barely moved other than to shake back and forth.

"God, you are bad at this," she scolded. 

"Let's just not worry about it, then," I replied, embarrassed and aware that my erection was not as stiff as it had been just moments before. 

"Or, let's give it one more shot," she countered. "Imagine I have done something to piss you off and you are making me blow you to make up for it."

"That is not something I would do," I said.

"Then pretend to be someone who would," she snapped, clearly exasperated with me now. 

"Okay," I thought, "If this is what she wants."

I grabbed her hair close to her scalp and growled, "Suck my cock you fucking little slut!" as I forced her head down so that the tip of my penis was pushed up against her lips. 

Her eyes sparkling, Jessi shook her head 'no' and kept her mouth tightly shut. 

"Suck it now, bitch!" I snarled, twisting her hair until she opened her mouth. I was surprised at my own words. 

Jessi closed her eyes and sucked me into her mouth, hard, swallowing the entire length of my penis in one smooth gulp. 

"Fuck," I moaned as she opened her eyes, locked them on mine, and started to bob her head up and down, taking the entire length of me down her throat each time. 

In what felt like no time, I realized I was at the edge. My hand was still tightly holding Jessi's hair, so I used that to pull her up so that only the first couple of inches of my penis were in her mouth. She seemed to know exactly why I had done so, because she started sucking hard and wiggling her skillful tongue against the bottom of my shaft. 

"I'm going to cum," I told her through gasping breaths. Then I bucked my hips up and, holding her head still, ejaculated into her mouth. For her part, Jessi maintained her suction, drawing out every drop of semen left in me. I let go of her soft hair and dropped my hand from her head. 

When Jessi let my now spent penis slip from her lips, she opened her mouth, showing me a thick pool of semen in her mouth and covering her tongue, which she waggled at me. Then, her eyes never leaving mine, she closed her mouth and swallowed. With another wink, she opened wide again, displaying her now empty mouth. 

I sat up, took a hold on either side of her head, pulled her face up to mine, and kissed her deeply. Jessi started to draw back from the kiss, but I held her in place as my tongue pushed between her lips. 

In an instant, Jessi went from a reluctant to eager kisser. She grabbed my hair with both hands and her tongue pushed against mine before slipping past to explore my mouth. By the time we broke the kiss several heartbeats later, we were both short of breath. 

"No one has ever kissed me after cumming in my mouth," Jessi told me, her eyes locked on mine. 

Fleetingly, a memory of the curvaceous Jessika telling me the same thing flashed through my mind, but I was too focused on Jessi to really think much about the similarity. I leaned forward and kissed the sexy young blonde again, softly this time. 

"It was a first for me too," I told her, after the kiss. 

"You've never kissed a girl after cumming in her mouth before?" she asked with a skeptical tone.

"No, I have done that many times," I confessed. "This is just the first time that my first kiss with a woman was after cumming in her mouth." 

Jessica beamed at me, her smile filling her face and her eyes. She then kissed me hard, and again we were both breathing heavily by the time our lips parted. 

"Mr. Warner," she said, her intense blue eyes fixed on mine, "I have a horrible feeling that you might be very bad for me."

TO BE CONTINUED...



A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 03



I was walking in my front door after my evening with Jessi when my phone pinged. I expected it to be a text from the sexy little blonde, even though she had barely spoken to me before I left her apartment. Moments after our kiss, and her expression of concern about my impact on her life, Jessi had quickly withdrawn, both physical and emotionally. She had rolled from on top of me and out of the bed. With her arms folded across her breasts, she had informed me that she was going to take a shower. 

Then, with her intense blue eyes locked on me in one of her characteristically disconcerting stares, Jessi said, "Don't wait for me. I'll text you later." 

Following these words, the petite blonde had gone into her small bathroom and locked the door. I slowly gathered up my clothes, dressed, washed my face and hands in her kitchen sink, and grabbed a bottle of water from her refrigerator. However, all too soon I ran out of reasons to linger in her apartment. It was clear she had meant what she said. 

Finding a small scrap of paper, I left her a short note: "You are an incredible woman, Jessi. I had a fantastic evening. Mark." I placed the note on her small table. When I left her apartment, I made sure the door locked behind me. 

As I drove home, Jessi words continued to reverberate in my mind: "I have a horrible feeling that you might be very bad for me."

My former student had confessed this after our first kiss, a kiss that followed the twenty-year-old blonde giving me fantastic head and swallowing every drop. She had been surprised by the kiss, which is likely why I was able to deliver it at all. Jessi had been avoiding kissing me on the lips the entire evening, but in that moment, I had caught her unawares. I had not felt guilty when I did it, as her proscription on kissing was in seeming contradiction to her willing participation in various sexually intimate activities. 

But what I should have realized then, and what I was coming to grips with now, is that there really was not a contradiction. I now understood that in Jessi's world view, kissing equated to intimacy beyond just mere physicality. This fit with both what I had observed about her over the course of the last semester and what she had told me while we had been eating pizza in an interlude between sexual activities. 

Jessi existed in a world in which her social awkwardness created a buffer between her and other people. It was through sex, she had told me, that she had been able to connect to someone else. What I suspected she meant by this was that physical/sexual intimacy was the only type of intimacy with which she was comfortable, or perhaps the only type of which she thought she was capable. Thus, I concluded that Jessi's reluctance to kiss me was rooted in a fear of what was for her the unknown - connecting emotionally with another person. 

"Maybe," a voice in my head chided me, "She is just afraid of being emotionally intimate with you."

"Maybe," I said aloud, my voice startling to my own ears. I had not meant to speak aloud. 

"Or perhaps they are one and the same," I continued in my mind. "She feared kissing me, and told me she was afraid I was going to be bad for her, because she knows on some level that she wants our relationship be more than just sexual." 

"Yes," the scolding voice spoke up, "but do you want more than mere sex from her?"

I pondered Jessi: her quirky personality; her intense blue eyes; her disconcerting stare that often lingered too long; her soft, slightly wavy blonde hair; her slender yet femininely shaped body, with perfectly shaped bosom and nicely curved hips; her delicate, almost elfin features; and her sexual openness. I thought that I felt something more than just lust for the young woman, but I was not sure exactly what it was I felt. What did I want from her? 

"And if I you are not sure how you feel, why, knowing her social awkwardness and her apparent fear of emotional intimacy, did you kiss her, against her express wishes, in such an incredibly intimate moment?" my conscious charged me. Unfortunately, I did not have a good answer for myself. 

***

The text was not from Jessi - it was from Jessika.

"Just got home from evening with friends celebrating grades. Saw Karen from class. She was very happy with grade & discussed how awesome you are. Told her she did not know half of it. I was kinda tipsy. I think she suspects. ;)"

I smiled as I read Jessika's message. I should have been annoyed she might have let something slip about us, but I was not worried about her doing so to Karen. 

Karen, the student Jessika had mentioned, was a returning student in her late thirties, and in addition to becoming fast friends with Jessika, she was quite a success story for me as an instructor. When the semester had started, her writing had been unfocused and timid. Through the course of the semester, she had blossomed as a writer, gaining both technique and confidence. Despite the problems with her earlier work, I had given her an 'A-' for the semester due to her rapid improvement. I did not think she would be quick to reveal anything that might embarrass either Jessika or me. 

I texted back, "Not worried about Karen. Glad you had fun, though I hope you were safe getting home."

Even as I hit the send button, I realized how parental the last clause sounded. I was about to apologize when her reply popped up: "Yep - always safe. Took a taxi. :)"

"I should have known you would be," I replied. "Any plans for the holidays?"

"Work, I guess. I might go see my folks, but I am not sure." 

For the next forty minutes, as we both prepared for bed, Jessika and I texted back and forth about the holiday break, family, work, etc. Like most of my interactions with the curvy brunette had been since the start of the semester four months ago, our back and forth texting was relaxed and easy. It was as if we had been friends for years. I did not even feel awkward when I stood naked, drying off, and answered a text that had come in while I was in the shower. 

I had just turned out the lights and settled into bed when a new text arrived. But this one was from Jessi, not Jessika. As with the naked photo of herself from earlier, the text contained only a link to media content. I hesitated before following the link. Our evening had ended so awkwardly, and my banter back and forth with Jessika had been so easy, that I debated whether it was wise to even look at whatever the blonde had sent. However, I had to see, so I tapped on the link. 

Again the picture was of Jessi in her full length mirror. This time, however, the photo did not cut off her head. Her vivid blue eyes, surrounded by the black fur of a cat mask, burned from my phone's screen. The petite twenty-year-old was wearing her Halloween cat costume, but the bra cups from the corset had been removed. The confining black garment pushed up her perfect breasts, emphasizing them in a way not even the nude picture she had sent earlier had accomplished. With some difficulty, I made myself look away from her obviously erect nipples to take in the rest of her. The black miniskirt of costume was just as I remembered, but black fishnet stocking and a pair of black high-heeled boot were new. I vividly recalled her legs had been bare on Halloween, because I had been enthralled by the creamy witness of her skin (and also curious whether she was cold in the outfit). 

As I had felt several times that evening, not to mention over the course of the past semester, I again was off balance with respect to Jessi. I was surprised she had taken and sent that picture to me now, considering what had happened before I left, and I was uncertain as to how to proceed. 

"Maybe it is an old picture that she decide to send," I mused. 

In the picture, her loose blonde hair was curlier than when I had been there earlier that evening, so maybe that lent some credence to the idea it was an older picture. On the other hand, I could see enough of her bed in the reflection that I could tell it looked just as it had when I had left.

"She could just be a messy housekeeper," my mind suggested, but that did not fit with how tidy her apartment had been when I arrived, including the bed being made.

On closer inspection, I saw what looked to be a piece of scrap paper in her left hand, which she had on her hip. I thought it quite likely it was the note I had left for her. 

I was saved from continuing to try to figure out what Jessi wanted when another message from her appeared on my phone screen: "Sorry I was weird. It was 2 much."

"Let me make it up. Pls," read the text that immediately followed. 

"There is nothing for which you need to make up," I replied.

"Was a bitch. Just scared. I had a gr8t time too."

I felt bad for the young woman and what were obviously some difficult emotions for her- I genuinely liked her - but I was starting to truly appreciate the ramifications of her social awkwardness on any relationship we might have. And if it was already problematic now, so early in, how bad might it be later? Furthermore, everything so far had been much easier with Jessika. 

"I should probably just concentrate on having fun with Jessika," I thought just before Jessi's last text message of the night arrived.

"Will wear the cat costume next time. Lick you all over & lap up all the cream. Bed time now. Night."

"Goodnight, Jessi," I texted when I had recovered sufficiently to think clearly. There was no response from her. 

All of my intentions regarding the sexy but awkward blonde had evaporated on reading her final text. In place of my just formed resolve to concentrate on Jessika flowed a renewed wave of lust for Jessi. Additionally, to my astonishment, my penis had started to respond as I imagined what such an experience with the blonde would be like. 

I shook my head and tried to clear my thoughts and ignore my semi-erection, but the picture and texts from Jessi had left me too agitated. I could not relax, and I knew sleep was unlikely. Finally, I decided that what I needed was self-relief. However, my efforts in that vein brought a different frustration. Despite my best efforts, I was not able to achieve a full erection. So there I was, lying in bed, trying to relax, my mind unable to leave off recollections of my evening with Jessi and fantasies of what the near future might bring, while my body was too spent to achieve full arousal. 

My misery was interrupted by a ping from my phone. I grabbed it from the night stand, hoping for a message from the temptress who had left me in such a state. But what I received was the next best thing. 

"Are you up? I can't sleep. I need a good, hard fuck to tire me out," Jessika wrote. 

I smiled at my phone - this might be what I needed. I could already feel my arousal level increasing.

"I am up. I cannot sleep either. I think your suggestion would work nicely for me as well," I typed back to her. 

"Well shit! I should have mentioned it earlier!" was the sexy brunette's response. "But maybe we can still play."

"What exactly do you have in mind?" I asked her.

"We could 'sext', but I hate typing while trying to get off," she wrote.

Seconds later, my cell phone buzzed with an incoming call. I saw it was Jessika's number and answered with a "Hello, Jessika."

"Hi Mark," she purred, "Watcha doin'?"

"Anticipating some erotic discussion with a wonderfully sexy woman I know," I responded. 

"You doing anything else?" she inquired. "I stripped off my nightshirt and am completely naked. I am lying on my bed, one hand on my boobs and the other playing with my wet pussy."

"That is a nice sight to imagine, Jessika," I told her as I began to stroke my almost full erection. 

"What about you, Mark. Are you naked? Is your cock hard? Are you playing with it as you imagine me laying on my bed, my fingers rubbing my clit?" she asked. 

"Yes," I replied simply. 

I was happy to let Jessika take the lead. I had participated in phone-sex before, but only a couple of times, and that had been with my ex-wife, which meant it was more precise than dirty. I was mainly a neophyte when it came to dirty talk, and dirty talk, I knew, was essential to this process. 

"Mmmmmm," she moaned through the phone. "Is it hard? If I was there, would you let me suck on it?"

"Yes," I said again, before adding, "I would love to feel your luscious lips around me."

"Would you lick my wet pussy and my little clit while I sucked your cock?"

"Yes," I stammered, my penis now rock hard in my hand. 

I closed my eyes as I stroked myself, imagining the feel of Jessika's labia and clitoris on my tongue, the taste of her wetness, and the aroma of her arousal. Then my mind shifted to imagining Jessika as she was now, naked on her bed, the phone by her head as she used her fingers on both her nipples and her pussy. Both images were enthralling. 

Almost before I knew that I was going to speak, I said, "I would love to lick you while you suck on me, Jessika. You taste wonderful."

"Fuck," she moaned. "You taste wonderful! I would love to taste your cum right now."

"That would be great, but if that happened I could not put you on your hands and knees and slide into you from behind," I countered, surprised at my own boldness, and a little troubled that an image of Jessi on her hands and knees, as she had been earlier, momentarily displaced my thoughts of Jessika. 

A panting moan came from the phone before Jessika replied, "I would suck you until you were hard again so you could fuck me!"

Then she asked, "Would you fuck me on the floor, Mark?"

"Yes," I replied, her words doing nothing to help me shake my recollections of Jessi. "Maybe I would give your butt a couple of swats too."

"God yes," Jessika breathed, before adding, "and pull my hair."

The thought of Jessika's wavy, chocolate colored hair, for whatever reason, put her front and center in my imagination again. I visualized what her curvy hips and round butt would look like as I slammed into her from behind and held her hair taught. 

I realized that my breathing had quickened and grown ragged, and I was surprised at how close I was to climaxing for the fourth time in the last twelve hours. 

"I'm close, Jessika," I told her. 

"So am I, Mark," she whispered. "My fingers are slick with my juices, and just a second ago I pulled my boob up to my mouth and was sucking and licking my own nipple. Would you lick it if you were her?"

"Yes," I growled, my mind filled with the thought of her mouth being able to reach her own nipples in that way. "Would you lick one of them while I tended to the other?"

"Fuck yes!" she yelped before a series of telltale squeaks revealed she had climaxed. 

Stroking myself faster, I imagined her lovely face flushed, her full lips parted as the little squeaks escaped from it, her body tensed in orgasm. It pushed me over the edge. I grunted a couple of times, and then a surprising amount of ejaculate pulsed from my penis, some of it shooting up on my stomach, the rest running down my shaft. 

"Did you cum, Mark," Jessika panted. 

"Yes I did, Squeaker," I replied, annoyed with myself that I had not remembered the nickname earlier. 

"So I guess you know I did?" she asked rhetorically. I could hear the combination of embarrassment and amusement in her voice. 

"Yes," I answered. "I think it would be hard for you to hide it."

"Just keep in mind it is easy to fake too," she quipped even as she was laughing. 

"Touché," I laughed, a part of my mind cringing at the clichéd use. 

"So, where did you cum," Jessika asked, changing the subject. 

"Lying in my bed," I replied, teasing her. 

"I mean," she sighed, "where did your cum go."

"Some of it is on my stomach, and some of it ran down my penis," I explained. 

"Would you let me lick it clean if I was there?" she asked. 

"Yes," I breathed, trying to focus on the thought of Jessika using her tongue on me instead of conjuring up images of Jessi making good on her comment that she would "lap up all the cream" the next time we were together. 

"Mmmmm,' she moaned. "I can almost taste you."

I was not sure what else to say, so I just relaxed, the phone beside me. I am not sure, but I might have drifted off for a moment or two. I jerked up, listening to see if I missed anything Jessika had said. However, all I heard was breathing and faint snoring coming from the phone. 

"Jessika," I called. 

A grunt and a snort issued form the phone's speaker, and then in a voice heavy with sleep, Jessika mumbled, "Did I fall asleep?"

"I think so," I replied. "And I think I did too."

I heard Jessika yawn before she said, "That worked well, huh Mark?"

"Yes it did, Squeaker," I yawned back. 

"Then we should both go to sleep. Good night Mark," she breathed. 

"Good night, Jessika," I reciprocated before ending the call. I vaguely remember the phone's screen going to sleep just before I did. 

***

I was at a meeting of the Core Writing program at 9:45 Tuesday morning when my phone buzzed with a text. Happy that I had remembered to set the phone on silent before the meeting, I snuck a look at the screen. 

"That was very nice last night. You sure know how to get a girl hot and ready. ;)" 

I hid a smile. Jessika was being too kind - she had set the tone for our fun the night before. I had just followed her lead. 

"You are the one who knows what you are doing, Jessika," I typed surreptitiously. "I just followed your lead." Then I added, "I am in a meeting. I should be done at 11:00."

"Ok," she replied. "Text you then, sexy."

I tried to suppress another smile as I attempted to concentrate on what the director of the Core Writing program had been saying. Luckily, the meeting ended earlier than I expected, and at 10:50 I was in my office and texting my lovely brunette former student. 

"The meeting is over," I wrote. "What are you up to?"

"I should be doing housework," was her reply, "but instead I have been reading erotic stories online and masturbating."

I shook my head at her reply and felt my cheeks grow warm. I am not sure why I was blushing, but I think it was the juxtaposition of her salacious message with the environment of my office.

"What are you up to?" she asked a few seconds later. 

"I am in my office doing some post-semester work," I replied.

"So I guess phone-sex is out." It was a statement, not a question. 

Nonetheless, I texted her back with an answer: "Probably so." 

"Sigh..." she sent. "Well, probably for the best. I have some errands to run before I go to work tonight."

"Do you often work nights?" I asked. 

"Just Tuesday nights, now that class is over," she explained. "A spa I contract with has a reduced price night on Tuesday. They need lots of people for it."

"I see," I responded. "Maybe we could get together tomorrow."

"Yes, please :)" she sent seconds later. "I can't wait to have you in my mouth and pussy. ;)"

I shook my head again, uncomfortably aware that me penis was starting to strain against my pants. Jessika always seemed to be a bit more forward in her playfulness than I expected. 

"Although, less disconcertingly so than Jessi," I thought. I believed that I could become accustomed to Jessika. I was not so sure I would ever be able to be comfortable with the petite blonde's level of forwardness. 

Jessika's next message pulled me away from thoughts of Jessi: "How about you come to the spa tonight for a massage."

"That sounds nice. Am I able to pick my masseuse?" I wrote back. 

"No," she texted almost instantly.

A few seconds later, her next text arrived: "I am your only choice ;)"

"Will there be a happy ending?" I asked on a whim, my cheeks again burning as I once more deviated a bit from my comfort zone. 

"Naughty boy," she chided me. "No happy ending tonight for you. I am not a hooker. :("




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 03



I would have been concerned she was really offended, had she not prefaced her comment with the words "naughty boy." I was trying to come up with something witty to write when her next text came in.

"I am a big ol' slut, however," she wrote. "And you will get a happy ending tomorrow night. ;)"

For the third time, I felt the flush of embarrassment creep over my face. I wondered if I would have the same reaction if I were somewhere private, or even maybe out in public. I just seemed wrong to be having this conversation, even by text, with a former student while sitting in my office. I was wondering if I should gather up my stuff and find a different place to continue this when a new text from Jessika popped up.

"I am guessing from your silence that I shocked you with the last one," she typed.

"Maybe," I acknowledged. 

"You deserved it for asking about happy endings! ;)" she teased me. 

"Maybe," I texted again. 

"Ok, enough fun. I have to get ready," she responded. "I'll see you tonight?"

"I think so," I hedged. 

"Oh, you will be there. You can't resist all this ;)" she joked. She followed that text with the name and the address of the spa, as well as a simple, "Bye."

"Bye, Jessica," I typed out. I had already hit send when I realized my mistake. 

I sat and stared at her misspelled name, waiting for Jessika to send back a correction. She did not do so. 

"She probably did not think anything of it," I thought. "I am sure that people do it all the time. 'Jessica' is the more common spelling."

But I could not persuade myself of this, and as the day wore on, I was distracted by thoughts of Jessika and Jessi, what I was doing with them both, and how I could manage it. I was beginning to appreciate that I may have put myself in a problematic position by giving in to lust with both of them. 

I did not worry about Jessika's self-esteem or expectations - everything we had done and spoken about so far suggested to me that what Jessika and I were exploring was casual in nature. Furthermore, I did not think Jessika was in the least worried about her attractiveness, to me or anyone else. I knew I could have been reading that situation wrong, but I did not think so. My only concern with Jessika was making sure I kept my encounters with Jessi a secret from her. While I did not think Jessika likely had any plan for a long-term relationship, I suspected she might balk at my relationship with the younger woman.

The situation with Jessi was much more complicated. While it might seem to an outside observer that our evening the night before had been just about sex, I was now quite sure that had not been the case. Our encounter had been about Jessi trying to keep it all about sex but failing. And I had failed at that as well. I knew from class that the young blonde had social awkwardness issues, and I had suspected she had self-esteem issues as well, but I had pushed kissing her. I had broken through her comfort zone.

"Why did you do that?" I asked myself. Sex with Jessi had clearly not been dependent on an emotional attachment. To the contrary, she had tried to avoid exactly that. But it had not worked - we had shared more than just physical intimacy. And, when I was honest with myself, I knew it was not just her. My fascination with her - intellectually, emotionally and sexually - had increased, not decreased, in the wake of what I had to admit was not only the best sexual encounter I had ever experienced, but was also an intense emotional connection. 

To complicate matters, I had already admitted to Jessi that I had been with Jessika. Given what I now understood to be the context of whatever was happening between Jessi and me, I realized why she had been so upset about my admission. It was not just jealousy of Jessika physically, as I had thought when I learned that Jessi had, at least in her own mind, nicknamed the older brunette "Big Tits." Yes, jealousy was part of it, but because of me, and my apparently obvious attraction to Jessika in class, not merely because of Jessika's physical attributes. However, whatever the source of the young blonde's jealousy, I did not believe that emotion is what had caused Jessi's anger last night. I had hurt her, and worse, I had hurt her even though she had been determined not to allow a sufficient level of intimacy for me to hurt her. But perhaps worst of all, after the hurt, I had then, through my actions, further battered down her barriers, opening her up to more hurt. 

"I cannot see Jessi again," I told myself dozens of times, but each time, memories of her and anticipation centered around the sexy picture she had sent me of her in her cat costume, as well as her statement of what she would do to while she was wearing it, overwrote my better judgment. By the time the afternoon had worn down, though, I had resolved two things. First, for the emotional wellbeing of us both, I would contact Jessi the next day to end whatever it was that was going on with her and give up the promises of what was to come next. And second, I would go visit Jessika for a massage. 

***

I felt a little out of place that evening as I walked into the spa. I had never been to one before, and it felt a bit alien to me, as I had suspected it would. It did not help when it occurred to me that part of the problem was that I thought as spas as a place to which women went. 

"You are a horribly sexist pig for an educated man," I scolded myself. But I could not help it. For some reason, in my mind, spas were associated with women and pampering.

The woman at the front desk was a blonde woman in her mid-thirties with a long but not unpleasant face. But it was not her face that drew most of my attention. She was wearing a tight, red t-shirt with the name of the spa emblazed across it - at least I thought it was the name of the spa. Her bosom was so large that the lettering was distorted and hard to read without staring, and I was trying hard not to stare. 

"Her breasts are even bigger than Jessika's," I thought to myself as I looked up to the receptionist's green eyes and smiling face.

"Can I help you, sir?" she asked sweetly. 

"Um... um..." I stammered, "I, uh, want a massage."

"Okay," the receptionist told me. "I will see who is available."

"Jessika told me about tonight," I blurted out. "Is she available?"

"She should be done soon," the woman informed me. "Do you want fifteen minutes or half-an-hour?"

"Ummm," I answered, worried that the woman would think I was a dullard who was unable to form a coherent thought as I managed to stammer out a question, "thirty, um, thirty minutes is the longest time?"

"Yes, sir," she replied, "If you want the special. An hour massage would cost more. Also, Jessika is only doing the shorter massages tonight."

"Okay," I replied, relieved to have my choice more or less made for me. "I will take a thirty minute massage."

After writing down my name, the receptionist suggested I take a seat in the lobby. As I did so, I could not help but notice a fleeting look of concern or suspicion cross her face. I wondered if she was worried about my request for Jessika to perform the massage. Perhaps they had people who became enamored with certain masseuses. It would be easy to see that happening to the lovely, curvy Jessika. 

I tried to read a little bit on my phone, but I was unable to concentrate. I was especially distracted when, following an elderly gentlemen leaving the spa, the blonde receptionist stood up and walked through a door I could only assume led into the spa itself. Part of the reason for my distraction was the body of the receptionist - in addition to her massive breasts, she was tall (I would guess she was taller than my own 5"11') with long legs and tapered hips. However, the main reason her actions distracted me is because I suspected she was on her way back to warn Jessika some weirdo was asking for her. 

My suspicion was confirmed when Jessika walked out into the waiting room with the receptionist. Two things struck me - the grin on Jessika's face and how the blonde amazon beside her made the curvaceous brunette look almost petite. 

"Hi Mark!" Jessika said as she approached me, holding out her hand. I stood up and offered mine, anticipating she was going to shake it. Instead, she used it to pull me into a big hug. After she broke the hug, Jessika, her hand still in mine, led me though the door. I thought about looking back at the receptionist to see how she had responded to Jessika's display of affection, but I did not do so. 

When we reached an empty room with a massage table in the center of it, Jessika pulled me in, closed the door, and started laughing. 

"What's so funny?" I asked. 

"Candi," she said between laughs. 

"I don't follow..." I started to say, not understanding what candy had to do with anything, but Jessika interrupted. 

"Candi is the receptionist's name," she clarified. "She thought you were some kind of stalker."

"I was a little nervous," I admitted. "I was feeling somewhat out of place."

Jessika was trying to suppress her laughter, but she was not doing a good job. I felt my cheeks flush. 

"Sorry," she said, after she gained some control of her laughter. "Candi watches out for us, especially on Tuesday nights. We can get some weirdoes. But I never thought she would think you were one of them."

"I guess it is funny," I admitted. 

"The other thing that happens sometimes," Jessika continued, with a mischievous grin on her face, "is that men get pretty tongue-tied when they first see Candi. Well, when they see her rack, that is."

"I had not noticed," I lied with mock indignation, which sent Jessika off in another fit of laughter. 

"How could you not notice," she chortled. "They are huge!"

"I only noticed because I could not read the writing on her t-shirt very well," I explained, which renewed Jessika's laughter. 

Then, shaking her head and taking a deep breath to arrest her laughing, Jessica arched her back so her own large chest was pushed out. 

"Can you read the writing on my shirt," she asked with a wink and a smile. 

I really noticed Jessika's shirt for the first time then. It was not as tight as Candi's, nor was the lettering on it as distorted (although I still had trouble making out the first and last letters, which were stretched around either side of Jessika's bosom), but something else that I could not at first place struck me as odd about her shirt. Then it hit me - I had never before seen Jessika wear anything that did not reveal at least some cleavage, but the rounded collar of the t-shirt revealed nothing. 

"I am having a bit of a problem with the first and last letter," I admitted. 

"But not as bad as with Candi?" she asked, still smiling. 

"No," I said, hoping to be past this soon; I could still feel my face burning.

"Our boss has asked her to wear her shirts a little looser, but she likes the attention," Jessika said with a shrug. "And who am I to cast stones - it is not like I don't wear clothes to emphasize my boobs."

"Ummm," was all I could muster before Jessika continued.

"And would you believe she is all natural?" she asked, watching me closely. 

"Ummm," was all I could say again - I was not sure what to say about Jessika's own implants. We had not discussed them at all that evening we spent together, and I could not tell now whether she wanted me to comment on them or whether she was trying to figure out if I had realized her breasts were augmented. 

"What am I doing wasting your time talking boobs," Jessika teased, although I think she actually changed the subject because she had realized I was uncomfortable, not because of a time issue. 

"Here is your towel, sir," she said, handing me a fluffy white towel. "You know the drill - disrobe, put the towel around your waist, and lie face down on the table. I will be right back."

With fond memories of my massage last Thursday playing in my head, I took off my clothes. I hung my coat, shirt and pants on the hangers provided, and put my shoes, socks and underwear in a bin on a low shelf. As I did so, I took the opportunity to take in the details of the room. Bamboo plants grew from pots placed in three corners of the small room. All four walls were green, although one was darker than the rest. Long narrow tapestries with Japanese writing and images were hung various places. Salt rock lamps and candles were perched on shelves as well as on a small table, on which various bottles of oils were also carefully arranged. Calm music that sounded to my ear Japanese wafted from speakers in the ceiling. 

"Well," I thought as I lay on the table, "this is not so bad. It is rather relaxing."

I heard the door open and the lovely brunette masseuse walked to the table with the bottle of oil. I was unsurprised, yet still oddly disappointed, that she still wore the t-short and a pair of black pants rather than having changed to a silk robe. 

"I liked the silk robe better," I commented as she began massaging warm oil onto my back. 

"Mmmm," she responded, "so did I."

She then worked the muscles of my back with increasing force, and I was rendered speechless. She methodically worked across my shoulders, than down one side and up the other. I felt the tenseness of my muscles, which I had not really noticed, melt away, as did many of my worries. 

I was surprised when Jessika leaned down close to my ear and whispered, "We only have about five minutes left, although I can stretch that out some," she told me, before adding, "So, roll over."

As with the previous massage Jessika had given me, her talented hands on my body had brought forth an erection. I was hesitant to roll over, even knowing she had seen it all before. We were in her place of work, after all. 

"I do not think that is a good idea," I started to tell he just as she pushed me on my side with surprising force and pulled the towel from in front of my groin. The instant my penis was in the open she leaned down and sucked it into her mouth. 

Continuing to lie on my side, not sure what to do, I groaned, and reached over to stroke her soft, wavy, chocolate colored hair.

Pulling off, Jessika whispered urgently, "Roll on your back. This is an award angle for me if you want a happy ending."

"Oh," I replied as I positioned myself on my back. Jessika attacked my upright penis with even more vigor. 

Wrapping one hand around the shaft, she began to stroke up and down the lower half as her lips and tongue tended to the upper half. Her free hand sought, found and fondled my testicles. The incredible combined sensations from her hands and her mouth brought me to the edge in almost no time. 

Breathing hard, I warned Jessika of my impending eruption: "I am almost there," I said just before I felt my penis twitch and semen shoot from it into Jessika's warm, wet mouth. When my ejaculation was spent, the sexy brunette stood up, drew my towel over my rapidly shrinking penis, and quickly swallowed the contents of her mouth. 

She then leaned forward, gave a quick kiss, and whispered, "Our time is up. So, please hurry - for me." 

As I sat up, I noticed that her hair was mussed where I had fondled it while she had fellated me. 

"Jessika," I warned her, "your hair..."

"Thanks," she said as she opened the door. "I'll text you later."

I dressed quickly, and I was walking through the door into the waiting room just as Candi had been standing up. When she saw me, she sat back down and asked, a smirk on her face, "Did you get lost back there?"

"No," I replied. "I was just getting dressed." 

"Well, Jessika said she was done about five minutes ago," the tall blonde informed me. 

"I apologize," I told her. "I was just taking my time."

"Other people are waiting," she advised me before turning to an elderly woman sitting in the waiting room. "Jessika's room is free now, Mrs. Celek. You can go on back. Jessika will meet you there"

I shook my head, amused at the implied admonishment directed at me by Candi's words to the other patron. If only the receptionist had known the truth behind my tardiness. 

Later that night, I was sitting at home reading when I heard the text message come in. I picked up my phone from the end table beside me and read Jessika's text. 

"OH MY GOD! I can't believe I did that! I am such a little whore," she wrote. 

"It was all fantastic," I assured her in my reply. "Both the massage and the happy ending. ;)"

"I am glad you liked it. You are not getting another one," she wrote back. 

"Do you mean the massage or the happy ending?" I asked.

"You know which one!" she shot back.

"At all or just after a massage?" I needled her. 

"After you pay for a massage. I feel incredibly cheap," she complained. 

I was not sure how to respond. I had not asked her to do it, other than joking. I had not stopped her either, of course, but that did not feel the same as if I would have pushed her to do it. 

"I also feel incredibly horny," her next message read, and I realized she was not truly upset. 

"Do you want to come over," I asked. I was a little uncertain if I could perform completely given how many times I had ejaculated in the past two days, but I knew I could return the favor using my mouth and tongue. 

"No," she sent, and the rest of her reply caught me a little off-guard. "I kinda want to be alone. I really do have mixed emotions about what we did."

"Sorry, Jessika," I texted. 

"I am just being weird," she wrote. "But don't be surprised if I call you tonight if I can't sleep."

"Okay," I assured her. 

"And I definitely still want you to come over tomorrow night," she added. 

"Okay, I will," I responded, and then another thought struck me, and I quickly typed out another message: "Come to my place tomorrow evening instead. I will fix you a nice dinner."

Several minutes went by before Jessika texted me back: "Sounds great! I will bring the wine!"

***

Over the course of the next day, Jessika and I texted back and forth several times, setting the time for our dinner (6:30pm) and establishing the type of wine (some kind of red - I was little help there as I am far from being a wine aficionado). Other than a teasing suggestion by Jessika that I not overtax myself during the day, none of our texts touched what we both knew was the real purpose of our get together. I think we were both purposefully avoiding the subject in order to build our anticipation. 

The other thing I avoided was contacting Jessi, even though I had resolved to do so the day before. I did not know how to start that conversation, however, and since I had not heard from her since Monday night, it was easier to just to put off the problem until I had to address it. 

That is not to say I did not think about the petite blonde throughout the day. Whenever I had a free moment, I started worrying about how to handle talking to her about not meeting up again. Unfortunately, one of the issues with thinking about Jessi was that doing so invariably led to me remembering the intensity of our evening together, as well as the promise that more of that was possible in the future. At such thoughts, my resolve would start to waver and I would have to build it up again. To prevent the indecision this process was starting to evoke, whenever my mind wandered down paths that led me to thinking about Jessi, I would redirect my thoughts toward my anticipation of spending time with Jessika. 

A little before 6:20, as I was starting the rice and preparing a pan for searing salmon for dinner, I heard the ping from my phone indicating a text had arrived. I expected it to be Jessika updating me on when she would arrive. It was not - the message was another media content link from Jessi. Staring at the link, my mind waged a furious debate on whether or not to open the link. The more rational part of my mind lost that fight. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 03



The image on my phone screen was a 'selfie' of the petite blonde, on her knees, obviously naked. Intense blue eyes stared up off the screen and a pink tongue protruded through wide open lips. As with Jessi's prior pictures, my body responded immediately.  

I was trying to force my breathing back to normal when another message from Jessi popped up on the screen: "Wanna fuck my face, teach?"

My breathing quickened even more, and I felt my erection growing. 

"What is wrong with me?" I moaned even as focused on the image of the twenty-year-old on her knees. I stared at her tongue and lips, and I wanted nothing more than to shove my hard penis between those lips and feel that tongue on my shaft as I forced more and more of it down her throat. I began rubbing my erection through my pants as I visualized her eyes staring up at me, filled with a mix of lust and pain as I grabbed her hair tight and rammed her face up and down...

"Fuck!" I exclaimed, forcing myself to pull my hand away from pants. I did not know what was wrong with me. I was not just thinking about continuing a sexual relationship with the young blonde. I was fantasizing about taking advantage of issues I knew she struggled with regarding sex and emotional intimacy. 

Looking at the clock and seeing it was almost 6:30, I groaned. Not only did I have a rather obvious erection, I had not started the fish, and Jessika was going to be there at any moment. I drove thoughts of the alluring but troubled blonde out of my head as I rushed to start dinner. 

I had just started searing the salmon fillets when another text arrived. This one was from Jessika telling me she was running about 10 minutes late. 

"No problem," I replied. "I am working on dinner." 

Nine minutes later, Jessika had just given me her coat and a bottle of wine, and I was trying not to blatantly stare directly at her incredible display of cleavage. The voluptuous brunette wore a form fitting burgundy dress with a neckline that exposed as much cleavage as possible. But it was not just the cleavage that had caught my eye - the thin, tight material of the dress clung to her nipples, making it obvious they were erect. It was almost as if she was braless under her dress, even thought I knew that was impossible since something was pushing her large breasts together into cleavage that seemed to pop up out of the dress. 

"Ummm," I gulped, as I made myself look up at her smiling face. At least I had a reason for my erection, which had had not gone completely away while I was cooking. 

"So you like the dress, huh?" she asked, grinning, her head cocked a little to the side as she studied me. 

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. 

"Do you notice anything different?" she asked, shaking her head so that her straight chocolate brown hair, streaked with blonde highlights, shimmied across her shoulders. 

I blinked several times, and it took me a few heartbeats to realize what was different. However, I still could not articulate what I had noticed. 

"Y - y - your hair," I stammered. 

"Yes, Mark?" she teased. "What about my hair?"

At that moment I noticed something else - the acrid smell of burning salmon - and blurted out, "Shit!" 

Hurrying to the kitchen, I put Jessika's coat on a chair and the wine on the table as I passed them. Once I was close enough to the range, I snatched the pan off the lit burner and moved it to unlit one. I quickly turned the fillets, assessing how badly they were charred. I was relieved to see that I had caught them before too much damage had been done. 

As I finished making dinner, Jessika sat at my dining room table, which I had already set, and watched me. Whenever I glanced over at her, I saw a look of amusement on her lovely features, but I never looked for long. I was afraid I would again be drawn in by the nearly impossible amount of cleavage revealed by her red dress. 

After I had served dinner and we had both eaten a bit, Jessika again brought up her hair: "So Mark, you never answered what was different about my hair."

After I took a drink of wine, I replied, "You have straightened it and added blonde highlights."

"And do you like it?"

"It looks fantastic, Jessika," I told her. 

"Thank you, Mark," she responded, with just a hint of laughter in her voice; then she caught me unawares by asking, "And do you like my tits in this dress?"

However, unlike in the hall earlier when all I was able to do was drool over her in that dress, I managed to keep my cool this time. 

"Your breasts always look fantastic, Jessica," I informed her while looking deep into her gray eyes and not glancing down once at to look at the slightly tanned expanse of cleavage displayed before me. 

"Why thank you, Mark," she cooed while blinking her eyes rapidly. "But, I do wonder one thing - why you haven't asked me about my boob job?"

And with that question, I was again rendered as speechless as I had been earlier when I had been unable to look away from her chest. 

"Ummm," I started, but I did not follow it with anything. 

For her part, Jessika just sat and looked at me. She did not do it unkindly, or accusingly, or confrontationally. She merely looked curious, and I could tell she really wanted to hear my answer. 

"I guess it is because I figured it was private," I said, before adding, "and because it does not really matter to me."

Jessika frowned at me and crossed her arms over her chest, quite a feat given how far up her bosom was pushed. 

"What I mean," I quickly explained, "Is that I find your breasts to be fantastic, and it just is not important to my appreciation of them that you have implants."

Jessika shook her head, but her arms relaxed and fell to her sides and we both returned to eating or dinner, albeit in silence. 

When we were finished eating, I cleared the plates and poured Jessika another glass of wine. My lovely former student sighed. 

"Thank you," she smiled. 

I then grabbed myself a bottled water, my half-consumed first glass of wine still on the table. 

Jessika smiled again and said, "I'm sorry I asked you in that way. I was just surprised you had not asked me about my boob job. I have never had a guy not ask me once he found out, or even just suspected, that I had one." 

"It really is not anything that is important to me to know," I tried explaining again. "It is not because I do not care, though. It just does not impact how I think about you or your breasts."

"I get that - now," she assured me.

"Ok then," I sighed. "Now that that is over..."

"Would it change how you thought about it," Jessika interrupted me, "if you knew I first had a boob job when I was twenty-one and working as a topless dancer?"

For the third time that night, "Ummm," was my only answer. 

"I'll take that to mean you want to hear the whole story," Jessika chuckled before continuing, "Okay - here is the story. When I was twenty-one, a woman I knew convinced me to work as a topless dancer. At that time, my boobs were a 34D, which I thought were big enough even though they would not really have been classified as 'big' boobs."

"Wait," I interrupted her, confused. 'I thought D cups were large."

"A 36+ D cup is what most people would consider large," she told me, "but a 34D is a smaller boob than a 36D. Medium to large, I guess we could say"

"So all D's are not the same size?" I asked, confused. This ran counter to what little I thought I knew about bra sizes. 

"They are not - the size of the actual cup is proportionate to the size of the band."

"So what you are saying is that the volume of the cup itself is not the same for different band sizes even if the letter is the same, correct?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued by this revelation of secret knowledge. 

"Yes," she agreed. "Not all D cups have the same volume. The letter refers to the difference between the under-bust measurement and the bust measurement."

"Okay," I replied, pretty sure I understood.

"So," she said, picking up her story again, "I was a 34D when I started stripping. In high school, I had been a 32DD, which works out to the same breast size, by volume, but on a smaller frame. I added some muscle and grew a little after high school, but my boobs themselves stayed the same size, so I went up a band size and down a cup size." 

"I never knew bra sizing was so complicated," I admitted. 

"Neither do a lot of women," Jessika informed me. "From the time I was nineteen until a little while after I started dancing, I worked in the lingerie department of a department store, and then at a lingerie store, and part of what I did was fit bras. There are a lot of women who wear the wrong size bra because they do not know how the cup size relates to the band size."

"So they get the wrong size?" I asked. I was truly fascinated by the actual complexity of what I, as a man, had always figured was a pretty straight-forward process. 

"Especially smaller framed women," Jessika said. "Take the other Jessica form our class for an example - you know, the little blonde one. She has a small frame but also has boobs."

"Uh huh," and a nod were all I could manage as I felt my heart rate and breathing increase along with heat spreading in my cheeks. I could only hope my face did not redden enough for Jessika to notice. 

"A girl like her might go in to get a bra knowing her under-bust measurement, which is likely a 30 or so, and try on a bra with a B cup or even an A cup because she thinks of herself as having smaller breasts, and A cups and B cup are what most people think of as smaller," Jessika continued, seemingly unaware of my reaction to her chosen example. "But when she tries a 30B, let's say, she finds it to be quite a bit too small. But because she thinks cup size is what is important, she tries on a 32B or a 34B. Let's say the 34 B cups fit her breasts, so she thinks she has found the right size even if the band is too loose."

"Uh-huh," I muttered again, trying not to think about Jessi's breasts. 

"But in reality, she is probably really a 30D, which has the same cup volume as a 34B," Jessika further explained. "Or, maybe she is even a 28DD. But because many people think of breast size as equaling a certain cup size, smaller women do not always think of trying on a D or a DD in a smaller band size because they know they do not have large breasts and the culture at large wrongly associates those cup sizes with large breasts."

"So, you were a 34D, which would be medium?" I asked, intending to steer Jessika back to talking about her breast implants so I could focus on that topic rather than my thoughts of Jessi's modest, shapely breasts and what her bra size might be

"Well, medium to large, given my frame then," she clarified, "but not 'big' as in, 'look at the tits on that one' big." 

"I see," I was all I could think of to say. 

"Well, I saw the girls with the 'big' boobs getting better tips, and I decided I could go up one size and have 'big' boobs and make better tips," she continued. "So I go to a plastic surgeon several of the other dances recommended and told him I wanted to be a 34DD. Well, I came to find out later that he has a thing for huge breasts, and without telling me, he puts in implants that took me up two sizes to a 34 F, which can also be called a triple D"

"How did you... when did you... what..." I stammered, unable to finish the question because I was not quite sure what I wanted to ask. 

"I found out what he had done for sure only later, when I had different implants put in," Jessika went on, aptly figuring out at least part of the question I had been unable to formulate. "All I knew right after was that they were bigger than I had expected, even after the swelling went down. Well, I also knew my bra size had increased two cup sizes, not one, but at that point I did not know what he had done - I just suspected it."

I nodded and Jessika continued her story. 

"I hated my breasts after the surgery," she said with a sigh. "They were too big. It was uncomfortable to do almost anything. But worst of all, they looked horribly fake and my nipples were not very sensitive anymore. I was unhappy, to say the least."

"Did you file a complaint with the medical board or sue him for malpractice?" I asked. 

"No," Jessika admitted. "There were two issues. First, he was friends with a lot of people I knew, and I did not want to get involved in anything messy. And second, I did make a lot more in tips."

"Ah, but still..."

"I know,' she interrupted. "I should have. But I tried to live with them instead. However, after a few months, I knew I had to have them changed. I was miserable, even making more money. So, I saved up, went to a new doctor, and had him put in a size smaller, which is what I still have now."

"Well," I said with a wink, "your nipples seem to have gained some sensitivity back."

"You have no idea," she laughed. "For several weeks after the second surgery, my nipples were far more sensitive than they had ever been before. Just wearing anything more than a very thin cotton t-shirt got me worked up. I was wet most of the time during those weeks. Luckily, that went back to about where it had been before I had the first boob job, which I was happy about. I was also pleased that my boobs did not look really fake anymore. One of the benefits of having a size smaller implant put in after having a larger implant is that the skin has stretched around the larger one enough that it looks more natural when the smaller is put in."

Again, I was back to just saying, "Uh huh," and nodding. 

"But I wouldn't want to go back to my natural size - I have seen women that do that, and their skin is stretched too much if they originally went two or more sizes above their..." Jessika trailed off, her eyes on mine. 

"I think I have stumbled into one of the only types of boob talk that a guy would find boring, haven't I?" she asked.

"No," I told her, shaking my head. "I'm listening. I never knew about..."

"You were listening," she agreed, interrupting me, "but you had zoned out a bit, hadn't you?"

I did not say anything for several seconds, and then I decided moving the conversation along was a better idea than answering Jessika's question. 

"So, you are a 34DD now?" I asked, making a point of letting her see me look at her cleavage.

Jessika shook her head and suggested that what I had just done was give her a sympathy leer. 

"It was not," I retorted. "It was a genuine leer."

It was Jessika's turn to say, "Uh huh," albeit not in the same tone I had been using. 

When it was clear to the lovely brunette that I was not going to admit to anything, she sighed and said, "The funny part of it all - and I mean funny-ironical not funny "ha ha" - is that because I am a bit bigger overall these days, both my band size and my cup size have gone up. I am actually now a 36DD."

"Ah, I see," I replied. "The irony being that, by volume, your breasts are as big now at 36DD as they were at 34DDD."

"Yep," she affirmed with a smile. "The rest of it being that I like them this size now, but before I thought they were too large"

"Well, I like them quite a bit too," I assured her. 

"Speaking of that, I have something special planned for you," she informed me with a wicked smile. "Do you have a place I could plug in an MP3 player so I can play some music?"

"Uh, sure," I answered, unsure where she was going, although I wondered if this had something to do whit telling me the story of her plastic surgery. 

After I showed her where she could hook her MP3 player to my surround sound system, Jessika hooked it up and tested it briefly. When she was satisfied, she came up to me and kissed me softly. Then, she led me to my couch and gently pushed me down until I was sitting on it. She next went back to her MP3 player, putting an extra sway or two into her stride as she did so. When the music started, the curvaceous brunette turned to face me from across the room and began to dance. By the time she worked her way across the room to where I sat, my breathing had grown heavy and my erection was straining against my pants. 

Jessika was an amazing dancer. I did not frequent strip clubs - I had been only twice in my life, both time for bachelor parties, and both trips had left feeling out of place - but I could tell that my former student was better than most of the small sample size of dancers with which I had experience. I was enthralled by the overtly sexual movements of her body, and by the way she closed her eyes while dancing, mouth open, lust written all over her face, only to open them suddenly and fix me with her wanton gaze. 

When Jessika gently pushed my legs apart and began rubbing herself on my torso and groin, I reached my hands up toward her breasts, only to have her push them back down. 

"I'm sorry, Mr. Warner. You cannot touch the dancer. Please keep your hands at your side," she breathed, her lips close to my ear. 

I nodded and put my hands down. 

With a smile, Jessika stood up and backed a couple of steps away from me. Slowly, sensuously, she pulled the shoulder straps of her dress down until it was only staying up because it was clinging to her ample bosom. Making sure our eyes met, my sexy dancer blew me a kiss and pulled her dress down off her chest before wiggling out of it, which caused her now bare breasts to shimmy and shake. 

I was captivated by the sight in front of me. The voluptuous brunette wore a black demi-bra that pushed her large breasts up and together but covered nothing. Black garters served a dual function of holding up her stockings and drawing my eyes to the delicious curves of her hips. I surprised myself by moaning aloud when I saw that she wore no panties to cover her neatly trimmed pussy.

Jessika again moved between my open knees and began rubbing her breasts all over me, including against my face. At one point I flicked out my tongue to lick a nipple, and Jessika drew back and shook her head. 

"I told you, sir - you cannot touch the dancers," she mock-scolded me. 

"I thought that only pertained to my hands," I replied. 

"No sir," she chided. "It includes hands, feet, tongues and this!"

With the words "and this," Jessika grabbed my rigid penis through my pants and rubbed up and down, eliciting a deep moan from me. She then dropped to her knees, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, freed my erection from my underwear, put it between her breasts, and began moving up and down, her gray eyes on mine. 

"I thought you said I could not touch you with that?" I managed to groan.

"I think we already know I break rules where you are concerned, Mark," she told me, her eyes blazing. 

"What do you mean...," I started to ask, but I knew the answer. Our first encounter had been while she was still my student, which was certainly not allowed by the college. Our second encounter, the happy ending of my massage the night before, violated her employer's rules, and perhaps even the law. Now she was violating the rules of her own game. 

"Never mind," I said before she could answer. "I see what you mean."

"You ain't seen nothin' yet, sexy," she teased, settling down on her knees, letting her breasts slide off my penis before taking the head of it into her eager mouth. 

I decided that if she was going to violate her rules, so was I. So, I reached down with both hands, grabbed her breasts, and began playing with her hard nipples. My lovely dancer moaned around my erection and sucked on it harder. 

As Jessika began to bob her head up and down more energetically, I debated whether I wanted to enjoy what she was doing or go forward with the more mutually beneficial activity that we had discussed on the phone two nights before. 

Making my decision, I gently took hold of Jessika's straight, blonde-streaked chocolate hair and used it to lightly pull her up. Jessika looked at me quizzically as her lips left my erection. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 04



Thursday morning started much earlier than I had anticipated, but I was far from displeased by that occurrence. My lovely, voluptuous brunette friend-with-benefits woke me up a little after 5:00am and informed me, "I want to finish what we started last night." 

The prior evening, when I had roused her after she dozed off during the movie, Jessika asked if she could stay the night, since she had drank more wine than she had intended. I readily agreed, and we moved from the living room back to my bedroom. After undressing each other - and I must say I thoroughly enjoyed unbuttoning my shirt that Jessika had been wearing - we climbed into my bed, both of us intending to finish off the night enjoying one another. However, after just a few minutes of kissing and groping, Jessika drifted off to sleep, and I soon followed. 

Now fully awake and rested, I was quite eager for a morning session with the sexy brunette. I stroked her sleep-messed hair as she bent down and wrapped her lips around my partially firm penis, which became completely firm quite quickly. After several fantastic seconds of Jessika's lips and tongue on me, she straightened back up before rolling on top of me and straddling me. I could feel the soft hair of her neatly trimmed bush on my sensitive shaft. 

Leaning forward, her large, firm breasts pressed against my chest, Jessika kissed again me, her tongue plunging into my mouth. While doing so, she lifted up her pelvis, reached between us, found my hard penis, and adjusted it so that it slid easily into her wetness when she lowered her groin back against mine. We moaned in unison once I was inside of her. 

Putting her hands on either side of me, she pushed herself up so that she hovered over me. Slowly, she began rocking forward and backward, my erection buried inside of her. Since she was still close above me, her wondrous breasts hung low enough that, as she moved, her nipples brushed against my chest. I would have loved to play with those delectable, thick nipples, but instead I grabbed her hips and added my own strength to her rocking motion, speeding it up. 

Jessika leaned down far enough to kiss me, and then she pushed up and arched her back. This put her inviting breasts right where I could lift my head up and reach them with my mouth, and so I started kissing and sucking her half-inch long nipples as they jiggled in front of me. Jessika's moans increased in volume and tempo, and her gray eyes smoldered under half-closed eyelids. 

Without warning Jessika, I sat up, clenching her to me as I pushed her upright. The curvy brunette let out a gasp and then buried her face between my shoulder and neck. Suddenly, her grasp on me tightened, she shuddered, and I heard muffled squeaks. Just as I had hoped, by sitting up I had changed the angle of my erection inside of her and pushed her over the edge. 

After a few moments, Jessika let go of me and I lay back down on my back. It was still fairly dark, but I could make out that she was staring at me, mouth open, sweat-dampened strands hair covering part of her pretty face. 

"Fuck, Mark," she breathed. "I didn't expect that."

"You did not like it?" I asked, trying to maintain an innocent tone of voice. 

"Fuck yes, I liked it," Jessika told me, a smile spreading across her face. "It was a surprise - I went from thinking it was going to happen pretty soon to it happening right now."

The sexy brunette took a deep breath, which made her breast rise nicely, and then sighed. 

"God that felt good," she purred. "It's almost like I am still feeling it. Did you know that would happen?"

"I thought it was a possibility," I admitted. "I dated a woman in college who loved it when I would sit up when she was riding me. My ex-wife never liked it, so I had not thought about it for some time. But when you were over me, it came back to me, and I decided to give it a try."

"Fucking fantastic choice, Mark," she grinned. "But we still need to take care of you before I leave."

"Get on your hands and knees and I will fuck you from behind," I boldly told her, and as I did so, I noticed that my use of the profanity was starting to sound less foreign to my ears. 

Jessika grinned, pulled up off of me, started to go to all fours beside me on the bed but then hesitated. 

"Do you want me on the bed or the floor?" she asked. 

For the first time that morning, a memory of Jessi intruded - I saw her on her hands and knees on the floor of her apartment, looking back at me with those arresting blue eyes, asking me to fuck her. I saw her perfect butt and my hands on her slender hips as I thrust inside her impossibly tight wetness. 

I forced myself to push thoughts of Jessi out of my mind, and instead I focused on Jessika's lovely face, her gray eyes eager and questioning as she waited for my response. 

"On the bed, Squeaker," I told her. The curvy brunette stuck her tongue out at me at the use of the nickname, but she still dropped down so she was on hands and knees beside me. I took a moment to appreciate the way her large breasts hung pendulant below her, then I knelt behind her sweetly rounded derriere. 

Grabbing her luscious hips, I pushed the head of my penis against her still wet pussy and rubbed it up and down. Jessika moaned and pushed herself back against me. Knowing she was ready, I reached down with one hand and positioned myself before slowly entering her. 

Jessika moaned, "Fuck, your cock feels good in my wet little pussy." 

"Your warm, wet pussy feel good around my cock," I told her, just somewhat self-conscious at my own words. 

"Fuck me, Mark," she begged. "Fuck me please..."

One hand still on her hip, I reached around her torso with my other hand and grabbed one of her breasts. Then, as I squeezed it, I started pumping in and out of her. 

"Oh God yes!" Jessika exclaimed. "Maul my tits while you pound my cunt!"

While my body did as requested, picking up the force and the tempo of my thrusts into her while squeezing and twisting her breast, my mind was a taken aback just a bit by Jessika's upping the ante with respect to the dirty talk. But I did not have much time to think about it (or perhaps overthink it). The lovely brunette did not give me a chance. 

"Fuck yes!" she yelped, before starting to moan, "yes, yes, fuck yes..." 

Letting go of her hip, I leaned further forward, putting the weight of my upper body on her now shaking butt and back, and grabbed her other breast, squeezing it and twisting it as well. 

The now sweat soaked brunette groaned and began thrusting back against me. Soon we were lost in a rhythm of Jessika thrusting back as I thrust forward, my groin slamming against her behind with such force that she and I both grunted with each impact. 

I was right on the edge when Jessika slammed her butt back against me quite hard and dropped down to her forearms, which pulled her breasts free from my hands. She then buried her head in the bedding and shrieked. Her entire body shuddered, and I felt her pussy tighten around me. This did it for me, and I moved my hands back to her round hips and grabbed on as I shoved my shaft as far in as it would go and climaxed deep inside of her. 

As I ejaculated, Jessika's body went rigid, and I heard a combination of muffled panting and squeaking from the bedding in which her face was buried. But even through the interfering material, I could tell her squeaks sounded louder and deeper than any I had heard before.

Spent and soaked in sweat, I pulled away from her and lay on my back on the bed beside her. Jessika stayed where she was a few seconds before slowly extending her legs until she was lying on her stomach. It took some time for our breathing to return to normal. 

As we both calmed down, Jessika lifted her head, her damp hair again hanging in front of her flushed, pretty face, and looked over at me. A small smile played across her lips and lit her smokey gray eyes. 

"That was...," she started, but she did not finish - she just shook her head and kept smiling at me. 

"Fucking fantastic?" I suggested, echoing her words from earlier. 

My former student sat up beside me, smiled wider and nodded. 

"Yes," she agreed, "that is a good way..."

The lovely brunette's words trailed off, and I saw her eyes go wide in shock as she looked past me. 

"Shit!" she yelled as she jumped over me and picked up my clock. 

"It's almost 6:30!" she blurted out, as she frantically looked around the room. 

"Jessika," I started to say as I sat up on the edge of the bed.

"I have to be at work by 8:00," she cut me off as she snatched up her underwear and shoes, which were on the top of my dresser. 

"What was I thinking?" she groaned. "I only have my dress. What am I going to wear home?"

Standing up, I went to the dresser, reached past her, and pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. 

"These will be too big, but..." I started. 

"They will get me home," she finished. "Thank you, Mark."

Jessika kissed me, then pulled on the sweats. After she pulled the sweatshirt down over her impressive bosom, I noticed that even under that too large shirt her breasts were still noticeable. 

"I don't suppose you have a rubber band or something I could use on my hair?" she asked me as she hurried into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. 

Tearing myself away from thoughts of her chest, I answered, "Actually, I have a scrunchy somewhere." It took me a few seconds to dig it out of a dresser drawer and give it to her. 

The sexy brunette looked at me quizzically, so I explained, "It must have been mixed in with some of my stuff when my wife and I separated, and I never did anything with it."

"Lucky for me," she said, giving me a quick smile before facing the mirror again and pulling her now frizzy hair back into a ponytail. 

Jessika studied herself in the mirror a few more seconds, then took a deep breath and sighed. 

"I look like a just fucked whore," she bemoaned, before sighing again. "Well, not much I can do. I gotta run home, shower and get ready."

"Sorry, Jessika," I told her as she left the bathroom, grabbed her stuff from the dresser, and strode to the living room, where she picked up her red dress from the floor. It looked amazingly small in her hands. 

"I think that is everything," she said as she put on her high-heeled shoes. 

In other circumstances, I might have pointed out that her shoes did not match the too large sweatpants and sweatshirt, but I decided against it. Jessika had a great sense of humor, but I thought I might be pushing it, given the circumstances. Breathless, the pretty brunette gave the living room a once over before deciding she had everything. 

"Yeah, I think I have all my stuff," she confirmed as she pulled me in for a quick hug and planted an even quicker kiss on my lips. Then, she was out the door with only a brief wave. I watched her hurry to her car before I shut the door. 

About an hour and a half later, after I had showered and dressed, I was just starting work on some new material for my spring semester classes when a text from Jessika pinged on my phone. 

"Just a little late. Barely had time for VERY quick shower. Still have your stuff inside me. Nice but messy."

"Sorry, Jessika," I responded, chuckling a bit at myself because I still could be a little shocked by how open she was about such things. 

"Not sorry," she replied. "Feels great! Reminds me I am well fucked little slut ;)"

"Okay," I texted, wondering what else I should say. 

"Gotta go. Work. Text you later," she sent back. 

"Have a good day!" I answered. 

A little after noon, I took a break from working on class materials. I was reading some short stories I had heard about during the semester - I usually caught up on reading, both for pleasure and to find new topics for class, after the semester was over - when a text arrived. My first thought was that it would be from Jessika, but my gut took over for my mind and I knew it was from Jessi before I even looked at the screen. 

"Dinner ok. wrk 2nite. TPM?" was the extent of her text. 

"wrk 2nite" I thought I understood, but I had no idea what "TPM" meant. So, I texted her back, "What does TPM mean?"

"tomorrow pm," she replied. 

"Oh. Tomorrow evening," I sent.

"Y" she responded. 

"Okay. How about 7:00pm? I will pick you up," I wrote to her. 

"Y" again was her only response. 

"See you then, Jessi," I finished, not expecting a reply. It was pretty clear she was either busy or avoiding a lengthy conversation, or possibly both. Thus, I was surprised when she sent a text that contained just a small graphic of a pair of red lips.

I stared at the little red lips, trying to decipher their meaning. Was it a kiss? That did not seem all that likely, given what happened after our one kiss to date. Was it a reference to the picture she had sent me yesterday, of her naked, on her knees, mouth wide open? That seemed more likely, but I was not sure. Could it mean something else? Something of which I was not aware? Had the generational gap between the twenty-year-old blonde and me again reared its head? 

I tried to put thoughts of the quirky but sexy young woman from my mind, but I was unable to successfully concentrate on reading, or anything else, for the rest of the afternoon. A little after 4:00pm, I gave up and turned on the TV, looking for something that could drag my thoughts away from the allure of the petite blonde temptress. This also failed, and the different possibilities, and ramifications thereof, of continuing encounters with Jessi filled my head. 

As I waged an internal debate about the young woman, at times I would resolve to stick with my plan and tell her we needed to not see each other. At other times, I would decide to give in and let myself be swept away by my lust for her. And sometimes, I would begin to work out plans that would allow me to both help her and enjoy an uninhibited sexual relationship with her. But no matter how far down such paths my mind would wander, I always would come back to Jessika's warning, and that would push me back toward deciding that the only thing to do was stop my contact with Jessi. 

Thursday evening, Jessika and I texted back and forth a bit about her day, and some about our morning activity, but she was tired and I was not great company, even via texting, so our conversation tapered off as the evening wore on. After eating a quick dinner, I went to be and tried to calm my mind. But sleep eluded me. 

After a restless night, including at least one vivid, sexually-charged dream about Jessi, I spent the morning figuring out how to pass the time until I saw the petite blonde that evening. I had concluded somewhere around 3:00am that it did me no good to keep thinking and re-thinking what I would or should do about her. I knew all the options, and knew which one made sense. I decided I would have to stick with that and make Jessi understand that we could not again do what we had done earlier in the week. However, even coming to that conclusion had not led to untroubled sleep, and I was facing the same concerns again now that it was light. 

At about 10:00am, with nine hours to go before picking up Jessi, I gave up on finding anything at my house to distract me and spent the rest of the morning and the afternoon at a couple of my favorite museums. Even so, I was not able to distract myself completely from my thoughts and concerns about my former student, but it did manage to help the time pass faster. It was just after 6:00pm when I arrived back home and realized that I only had time for a quick shower before I had to be at Jessi's apartment.  

After the shower, I selected my clothes while brushing my teeth. Like I had done on Monday, I chose casual clothes, although this time I wore a dark blue button-down shirt with black jeans. I also pulled a black leather jacket I had not worn for years from the corner of my closet. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I was happy to find that the jacket fit - it would not have just a year earlier - but I also realized I was trying to look younger than I was. 

"Why do you need to look younger to tell her you cannot see her?" my conscience asked me.

Not having a good answer for myself, I just ignored my doubts and wore the leather jacket I had not worn since before I had met my ex-wife. 

***

I arrived at Jessi's apartment door almost ten minutes late. I was a bit angry with myself that I was late after spending the day trying to make time go faster. I was also a little bit concerned that I was perhaps too upset about being late considering I had decided, several times the night before and several more times during the day, that this dinner was not a date, but rather an ending. 

Jessi opened the door at the first knock, and as with the first time I had been at her doorway, I stood and stared for a few heartbeats. However, the cause of my staring this time was not a gloriously naked Jessi - rather, it was a Jessi dressed very nicely in a conservatively cut, blue satin blouse, a black medium length skirt, and medium height black heels. Her blonde hair was styled in long, loose curls that framed her delicate face, which was adorned with just enough makeup to emphasize her intense blue eyes and pouty lips. 

"Please come in, Mark," she said. "I just need to grab my coat and my purse."

I stepped in and shut the door, a little surprised both by her use of my first name and how different her clothes were from anything I had seen her wear before. A wave of unease swept over me. Jessi was clearly taking this dinner as seriously as I was, but for obviously different reasons. I felt my resolve start to waver. 

As I watched her walk to her closest, I could not help but notice that her skirt clung nicely to her hips and butt without showing any panty lines, which made it difficult for me to look away. Taking a deep breath, I managed to avert my eyes from her small but shapely bottom, but I worried it was all too late - I could now feel my formerly wavering resolve start to crumble away.

Jessi pulled on a long, dark coat and walked back toward me, grabbing a purse off her bed on the way. As she approached me, her bright blue eyes locked on mine and she bit the corner of her lower lip. Sensing her tension, I smiled at her. She immediately grinned back at me, and, when she was next to me, she reached down and took my hand in hers. 

"I have never really gone on a date before," Jessi confessed, just before she pushed herself up on her toes and kissed me as the last of my resolve turned to dust. 

***

Jessi sat on her bed crying as I opened a bottle of water for her. To say our date had not gone well would have been an understatement for the ages. 

While I had not expected Jessi to kiss me before we even left her apartment, it was her comment that she had not really been on date before that truly caught me off guard. I knew from our past conversation that sexual relationships were nothing new to the petite blonde, so I had just assumed she must have dated before. As we drove to the restaurant, I tried to ask her about it, but I kept fumbling my words. However, Jessi soon figured out what I was trying to ask. 

"I just have never dated," she told me, blushing and looking down. "I always just kinda hooked up with people. I never went out to a movie or dinner on a date."

"Uh huh," was all I said. 

"Well, I did go to dinner for prom, but it was not a date," Jessi continued. "The guy and I were fuck-buddies already, so it was just dinner. I have not gone to dinner with anyone else; I mean, where it was just the two of us."

"I see," I told her, although I was just starting to really understand. 

When Jessi had texted "No d8ts", it was a statement of fact as much as the expression of a philosophy that I had thought it to be. I realized now that, for her, dating was likely as much an unknown as an intimate emotional relationship. Again, I had stumbled into one of the traps that lay hidden amongst Jessi's social anxiety issues. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 04



"In her mind, Dating is likely tied together with emotional intimacy," the voice in my head suggested. And that was the problem. I was quite sure now that she had agreed to go to dinner because, after our first encounter, she felt something different for me than she had for her previous sexual partners, which meant our dinner was a date. 

I glanced over at Jessi and saw that she was still looking down. I reached over and placed my hand on her leg just above her knee, where her skirt had ridden up when she sat down in the car. Jessi looked at me, her gaze intense. I had to look back at the road or I would have been caught in one of her too-long stares. I moved my hand off her leg, but she reached out and grasped it before I could withdraw it completely. We drove along holding hands. 

We did not speak the rest of the way to the restaurant, although it was not a comfortable silence. Mainly, I was lost in my own thoughts, and I suspected the young woman beside me was a well. I was on the verge of speaking a few times, but trying to come up with something to say felt more awkward than the silence itself, so in the end I just stayed quiet. 

As I pulled into the restaurant's parking lot, I felt Jessi's hand tremble just before she withdrew it from mine. I glanced at her and tried to smile, but she was studying her hands, which were now in her lap. 

"Here we are," I said, cringing at how lame my own voice sounded. 

Jessi did not respond. I parked and turned off my car, then got out and went around to the passenger side and opened the door for the young woman who was, I now accepted, my date. On the drive to the restaurant, I had acknowledged to myself that I was not going to follow my original plan to put an end to this. And upon that recognition of the real purpose of the evening, my goal had become to make this date as special for her as I could 

I offered Jessi my hand. She took it as she stood up but dropped it once she was out of the car. I gestured for her to go first with my right hand as I placed my left hand on the small of her back. However, the young blonde did not move save for a tremor that seemed to run through her whole body. I turned and looked closely at her face. Her eyes were wide and her lips were slightly parted. She looked scared. 

"Are you okay, Jessi?" I asked. 

Jessi shuddered and blinked rapidly, then turned to me and shrugged. 

"I - I - I guess," she stammered. 

She then stepped away from my hand on her back, but as I started to drop it, she held out her own. Taking her soft, delicate hand in mine, I led her into the restaurant. 

I had chosen a casual, family style restaurant because I had wanted a more public setting for telling Jessi we could not repeat our earlier encounter. Now, I was happy I had made the choice of a more casual restaurant because I thought it would be a less intimidating setting for the petite blonde's first date. Luckily, we did not have a long wait before we were seated facing each other at a small table. 

Upon receiving the menus, Jessi immediately buried her face in hers. As with the car ride to the restaurant, we did not speak. I asked her once what she was going to order, but she just glanced up over the top of her menu, her vivid blue eyes wide, and shook her head. I then told her what I thought I would order, but I received no response to that at all. Jessi was clearly not familiar with typical dinner date small talk. 

When the waitress came to take our orders, she asked Jessi for her order first. The young blonde started shaking, her eyes wide, as she stared at the waitress. 

"Um," she started, but she could not finish. She dropped her eyes and looked at the menu. 

"Could we have just a couple more minutes?" I asked the waitress. 

"Do you want to order drinks first?" she asked. 

"Sure," I replied. "I will have iced tea. What do you want, Jessi?"

Jessi looked at me over her menu, her eyes still wide. She looked lost. 

After a few seconds, she blurted out, "Just water." 

"Okay. I will be back with your drinks and to take your order," the waitress said, giving Jessi a concerned look before she walked away. 

"Shit!" Jessi whispered when the waitress was gone. "I'm sorry, Mark. I am just nervous. I'll be better when I have some water."

"It's okay, Jessi," I tried to assure her. "Do you want me to order for you?"

The young woman across from me seemed to relax a bit and she managed a small smile. 

"Yes, please," she replied. 

"Not a problem," I told her. "What do you want?"

"A Caesar Salad," Jessi responded before disappearing again behind her menu.

When the waitress came back with our drinks, I ordered for both of us. I had wondered what Jessi would do when the waitress took her menu. I had thought that she would probably just look down at the table, but I was wrong. Without her menu to hide behind, Jessi's eyes darted all over the restaurant. She hunched up her shoulders and crossed her arms. As she started to tremble again, her breathing quickened. Suddenly, she leaned forward across the table, locked eyes with me, and whispered, "Everyone is staring at us."

I took a quick look around the rest of the restaurant, but I did not see anyone even looking our direction. 

"I don't see anyone..." I began. 

"The waitress was," Jessi interrupted. "She pointed at us and said something to another waitress."

Given Jessi's somewhat odd behavior, I would not have been surprised if the waitress had done exactly that. However, as no one else seemed to be looking at us at all, I tried to reassure my nervous date. 

"She is probably just wondering if you are okay, Jessi," I said. 

"She doesn't think we should be here together," Jessi snapped back, sitting up. Her eyes began darting around the room again.

"Why would she think that, Jessi?" I asked, watching her. 

Jessi focused on me for a moment, and of course she held my gaze just a bit too long before responding. "Because I am too young for you," she explained. "They are thinking bad things about you, but they shouldn't. It's my fault."

It was my turn to stare at Jessi. I had no idea how to respond to what she had just said. Furthermore, she had become even more agitated after saying it. Her breathing was so rapid that she was almost hyperventilating, and she was turning in her chair to try to see the entire restaurant.

We sat there several more minutes, Jessi becoming more and more agitated, before I finally managed to ask, "Jessi, why would they think bad things about us?" 

"They know about us," she answered. "They know I am a slut. They know I don't deserve this. They think I tricked you."

"No one thinks anything like that, Jessi," I assured her. "No one knows us. They are not worried about us at all - they are concerned with their own lives."

Again, I was the subject of her stare. The blonde's intense blue eyes were even wider than before, and tears were starting to form in them. 

"No!" she exclaimed, a bit too loud. "They are staring. They are talking about us - about me. They know what I am."

"Jessi, calm down. It's okay," I said softly, trying to sooth her. "Why don't you have some water? You said water might make you feel better."

I saw the agitated blonde's lower lip tremble and then tears were streaming down her face. 

"They know I am no good for you," she sobbed. "They know."

"Jessi, Honey..." I whispered as I reached out to wipe away her tears. 

"I have to go," she sniffed. 

Then, louder, Jessi proclaimed, "I have to go!"

With that, the petite blonde stood, grabbed her coat off the back of her chair, and rushed toward the door, past the waitress who was carrying our food to the table. The waitress looked after her, then turned to me. I was standing at the table; I had been ready to follow Jessi, but instead I sat back down and asked the waitress to bring the check and "to go" containers for our food. 

"Is she okay?" the waitress asked, her concern obvious. 

"She is working through a social anxiety issue," I told the waitress, which was as far as I could tell, the actual truth. We could both see Jessi pacing the sidewalk just on the other side of the restaurant's windows. 

"Poor girl," the waitress said before leaving to get the boxes and the check. 

When I had boxed up the food and signed the credit card slip, the waitress gave me a bag and a handful of chocolate mints, then said, "Please tell your daughter I hope she feels better soon. Oh, and don't forget her purse."

I hoped my face had not shown my momentary confusion when the waitress had referenced my "daughter." I placed the food boxes in the bag, dumped the chocolate on top of them, and grabbed Jessi's purse. 

"Well, she certainly didn't hear what Jessi said to you," a snide voice in my head pointed out as I walked away from the waitress, "or she would have known that she is most certainly not your daughter, even though she is young enough to be."

And that was part of the problem - Jessi was young enough to be my daughter. We might not have felt it that much in class, because there I was her teacher and that was a dynamic in which older was expected. We had also not felt it (at least not as much) at her apartment, perhaps because we had been alone then. But I felt the problem now, as I exited the restaurant, the mistaken assumption by the waitress still fresh in my mind. And moreover, I knew Jessi felt it even worse, and had since even before we arrived at the restaurant. 

When I reached my car, I found Jessi sitting on the curb in front of it, her head in her hands. 

"Jessi, let's go," I coaxed her, reaching out my hand to her. 

The blonde looked up at me, her face streaked with mascara and tears. She nodded, and took my offered hand as she stood up. 

Before I opened the door for her, she squeezed my hand once and whispered, "I am so sorry, Mark." She then sat down in the car. I gave her the purse she had left at the able and closed the car door. Jessi just stared straight ahead. 

Our drive back to her apartment complex was accomplished in total silence, as was our walk up the stairs to her apartment. However, when we were safely behind her closed door, Jessi sat heavily on the end of her bed and started to sob while repeating the word "sorry" over and over again. 

"It's okay, Jessi," I told her, sitting beside her and handing her the bottle of water I had retrieved from her refrigerator. 

Jessi took the bottle and drank nearly half of it. She then leaned against me, sniffing as she tried to wipe away her tears. I stroked her hair and tried to comfort her as best I could. After several minutes, Jessi pulled away from me and stood up. She used the back of one hand to wipe the last remnants of her tears from her face before she turned to face me. 

Dropping to her knees in front of me and placing her hands on my legs, she said, "I am very, very sorry, Mark. I screwed up everything." 

Jessi on her knees in front of me evoked a memory of her mouth on me, of her swallowing me completely, as well as served as a reminder of the selfie of her on her knees that she had sent me a couple of days earlier, followed by the text, "Wanna fuck my face, teach?" But I pushed those thoughts away before my body could respond. The last thing I wanted right now, and the last thing I thought Jessi needed, was for me to be aroused. 

I pulled her up and had her sit back down beside me. I then put my arm around her shoulder, drew her close, and kissed her cheek. 

"I am sorry that I put you in that position, Jessi," I told her. 

The blonde snuggled her head against my chest and sighed. 

"You have nothing to be sorry about, Mark," she replied. "You didn't have a panic attack in the restaurant."

I did not say anything, sensing that Jessi had more to say.

"I should've taken my medicine the moment I felt it start," she explained. "But I didn't want you to see me take it - I was afraid you'd think I was crazy. Great plan, huh?"

"I do not think you are crazy," I tried to reassure her. 

"Oh no, I'm crazy, Mark," she said, sitting up again so she could look at me. "This was far from my first panic attack. I took my medicine before every one of your classes last semester because I was afraid of what might happen."

"Oh," I said, trying to buy time to come up with something comforting to say to her. 

"I also took it before you came over on Monday," she admitted. "It helps me calm down, but it also makes my staring problem worse, so I decided not to take it tonight."

"You do not have anything to explain to me, Jessi," I told her. "It's fine."

"But it's not and I do, Mark," she said, her eyes boring into me. "I have to explain it because I need you to understand."

"Jessi, I understand," I told her. 

"No, you don't," she disagreed. "I need you to really understand. I need it because I think I might lo..."

Jessi stopped short, a terrified look on her face. She started breathing rapidly, and I was afraid that she was going to have another attack, even with the medicine in her system. I did not know what else to do, so I pulled her to me and held her close, her head buried between my neck and shoulder. 

"It's okay, it's okay," I repeated while stroking her hair. 

But I knew it was not okay, not really. My blonde temptress, the young woman I had been unable to drive from my mind even when experiencing some of the best sex of my life with another woman, the young woman who admitted she had social anxiety issues and problems relating to others on an emotional level, had just almost professed her possible love for me. And what made it even further from 'okay' was that I feared that I was not that far from professing the same to her, despite my legitimate concerns about even continuing any relationship with her. 

When she had control of herself again, Jessi sat back away from me, this time grabbing my hand and squeezing it.

"Well, fuck,' she murmured. "That cat's out of the bag." 

I reached up and wiped a tear from her red streaked eyes. 

"Maybe you would feel better if you ate," I said, steering us away from her near proclamation. "I brought the food from the restaurant."

Jessi smiled at me and squeezed my hand again. It was clear she was glad for the change of subject as well. 

"Just let me clean up a bit first, Mark," she requested. "My face must be a horrible mess."

"You look fine," I told her, but blonde just shook her head. 

"You are too nice," she said, her blue eyes softer than I had ever seen them as she reached up and ran her hand along my cheek.

"I'll be right back," she informed me as she headed to her small bathroom. 

When Jessi emerged again from the bathroom, her face was fresh and clean, and her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. The juxtaposition of her makeup-free face and the youthful hairstyle with her more sophisticated clothing made the young woman look younger to me than I had ever noticed before. I could not take my eyes off of her, even as I internally battled the uncertainty that her more youthful appearance had brought to the fore in my mind. 

While she had been cleaning her face, I had unpacked our food set it out on her small table. Jessi walked over to the table, gave me a quick, small smile, and sat down. I took the other chair. As we sat and ate, Jessi started to tell me more what had been going through her mind in the restaurant. I told her again that she did not need to explain anything to me, but she made it clear that she thought she did. 

"On the drive to the restaurant, I started to worry what people would think - because of our age difference," she told me, and my internal battle over that exact issue welled up again. "What I was worried most about is that they would think I was your daughter and then be weirded out if either of us did anything overly affectionate."

I decided at that point not to tell Jessi about the waitress assuming she was my daughter. I did not see any reason to exacerbate her concerns.

"Then when we got there,' she went on, "and I saw all the people inside, all I could think about was them looking at us and trying to figure out what you were doing with me. When we sat down, I felt like they were all staring at me, and that they knew I was a slut and that I had tricked you into being with me."

"I asked you to dinner," I pointed out, but Jessi shook her head. 

"I know that, but they wouldn't," she clarified. "I was afraid they all would think badly of you because you were with me. I know it doesn't make sense. I often get paranoid during a panic attack. If it is one brought on by being in a group of people, then the paranoia is usually about what they are thinking or saying about me - or in this case, about us."

"I am sorry I put you in that position, Jessi," I said as I reached out and grabbed her hand. 

"You didn't know, Mark," she said, and she squeezed my hand as she smiled. "And thank you for letting me get over it on my own - my parents almost never did that. They always tried to talk me through it, but since my mother was frequently the focal point of my panic attacks back then, that never worked. She never got it that I just needed time to calm down. Even after I went on my meds and she knew I had a real problem, she would still try to talk me..."

Jessi's stopped, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. 

"Sorry. You don't want to hear about my mother. Even my therapist got tired of hearing about my mother." 

Then, abruptly, Jessi released my hand, pushed what was left of her salad away from her and announced, "I'm done with this. I am going to go change."

She stood up, turned, walked to her small dresser, pulled out something, and disappeared into her bathroom. I finished my now quite cold hamburger and pondered what she had told me. The panic attack and the associated paranoia fit with character traits I had noticed before, as well as some that she and I had discussed during my last visit. And while the actual experience of her panic attack itself had been troubling, I realized that overall it was not as bad as it could have been. I have a cousin whose panic attacks send her into a dark room by herself for at least a day, if not more, and Jessi's had not been nearly that severe. The young blonde seemed to recover fairly quickly, although I wondered how bad she might be without her medicine. 

At the least, the severity of her panic attacks was another factor to consider with regard to continuing my relationship with her. Although, on some level I knew I had made my decision about that issue when Jessi had kissed me before we even left for dinner, and that decision had been cemented by her almost proclamation of possible love. I had no idea where we might be heading, but I knew that neither of us could, or wanted to, deny that we were going somewhere. 

"Just be glad you did not tell her you could not see each other anymore while you were at the restaurant," the voice in my head pointed out. "Can you imagine what would have happened?"

Well, of course I could, and I agreed with the voice that I was glad I had not followed my original plan. However, that issue did raise another concern - Jessika. I had promised the brunette I would be careful with Jessi, both for my sake and for Jessika's (and for Jessi's sake too, my conscience added). I did not think Jessi would hurt Jessika or me, but I had enough doubt for it to be a nagging concern. 

"You could break it off with Jessika," the voice suggested, but I terminated that line of thought swiftly. I just needed to make sure Jessi knew that I cared for her but that we would not be exclusive as we explored our relationship. As long as I did not actually mention Jessika to Jessi (or vice versa), I thought I could avoid major problems. I would realize some weeks later that these thoughts were evidence of my own hubris. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 04



When Jessi emerged from her bathroom, my train of thought was brought to a halt, but not for the reason that I had expected. Without really thinking deeply about it, I had just assumed Jessi was changing into her cat costume from Halloween, since she had said she would wear it the next time we were together. However, that assumption was wrong - when she came back into the main room of her studio apartment, she was wearing an oversized gray t-shirt and yoga pants. 

Even the socially awkward young blonde was able to read my surprise. She walked over to where I sat, leaned down to kiss me, which momentarily gave me a view down her shirt sufficient to see she was not wearing a bra, and then grabbed my hand and pulled me up. 

"I'm sorry it is not the cat costume," she told me as she stood in front of me and stared up into my eyes. "I was going to, but I don't think I am up to it tonight."

"I understand, Jessi," I told her. "Do you want me to go?"

"No!" she blurted out, a scared look crossing her face.

"I mean," she said, after regaining control, "you can if you want to, but I would like for you to stay, at least for a while." 

Taking her other hand, I drew her to me for a kiss. When we broke apart, I told her I wanted to stay. 

"Great," she beamed. "But can we just lie down and snuggle a bit? I have never really done that before, so..." 

The petite blonde trailed off, her cheeks turning scarlet as she gazed in to my eyes. 

I was both relieved and disappointed. I was relieved because I knew she still needed time to relax, and I knew I would have been worried about her if we had done anything else; I was disappointed because I could not be in the same room with her and not think about her talented mouth, her tight pussy, her perfect breasts, and her amazing erotic energy. It did not help that she had (perhaps inadvertently) given me a look down her shirt at her lovely breasts, or that her yoga pants left little to the imagination about her pussy or her derriere. 

"Do you want to watch TV?" I asked, not sure why I asked her that as I was not really much of a fan of most TV programming. 

"Nah," she replied, pulling me toward the bed. "I just want to be... well... comforted." 

"I will do my best," I assured her with a smile. However, I knew I would take my best behavior to keep our contact at "comforting". 

Jessi turned off the lights and turned on some LED candles as I approached the bed. It was then that I realized we had a small problem. 

"I did not bring anything to wear to bed," I informed the pretty blonde. 

Jessi lay down on her queen-sized bed, lit softly by flickering LED lights, and smiled at me. 

"Just your underwear will do fine," she grinned. 

Ceding her point, I stripped to just my briefs. As I did so, Jessi turned her back to me. I climbed in to her bed, maneuvered close, and "spooned" her. I began rubbing her thigh and side, slowly extending the area rubbed from her shoulder to her calf. The petite blonde emitted a sound that could best be described as a cross between a sigh and a purr as I rubbed her. 

"Oh," she sighed. "Now that is comforting." 

My response to that was to brush her hair off the nape of her neck and began planting kisses all over it. The slender body next to me shivered and a low moan interrupted the sighing/purring sounds. 

"Mmmmm," Jessi moaned. "That is comforting in a whole different way, Mr. Warner." 

I marked but decided not to dwell on her switch to calling me "Mr. Warner." I was not sure it meant anything, so rather than overthink it, I decided just to let it go and not worry about it. 

For the next twenty minutes or so, I rubbed her side, from calf to shoulder, and kissed her neck. Neither my hands nor lips ventured elsewhere, other than an occasional rubbing and squeezing of her delicious behind. For her part, Jessi seemed very relaxed. Yes, sometimes the kisses on her neck would make her shiver and moan, but mainly she seemed to just enjoy the rubbing. 

I had just planted a particularly long kiss on her neck when Jessi turned over to face me. Since I had been rubbing her hip at the time, her turn caused my hand to drag across her groin. The contact had been brief, but I was quite certain I had felt a warmth, and maybe even moisture, around her vulva. I sniffed, trying to see if my nose might be able to verify her arousal, but I could not smell anything other than her perfume. What did confirm her state of arousal was her small, hard nipples straining against the t-shirt as it caught under her body when she turned and stretched tight across her chest. 

"I think I want something more than comforting now," she suggested as her fingers trailed along the side of my face. 

I moved my hand from her hip to her butt and pulled her pelvis tightly against mine as I kissed her. Our tongues eagerly pushed against each other, but I let her win and felt the satisfaction of letting her active tongue - which I knew to be quite talented - exploring my mouth. While she did so, I moved my hand from her butt to up her side and then to her breasts. 

I played with her nipples through the fabric of her shirt for a while before Jessi decided she wanted more. She sat up, stripped off the t-shirt, and lay down on her back. I immediately latched on to one nipple with my mouth while my hand sought her other modest but nicely rounded breast. While I did that, I felt her wiggling out of her yoga pants. 

Realizing that I now had access to her pussy, I trailed my fingers from her breast to her shaven genitals. Just slipping my fingers between her labia revealed that she was well aroused - it also caused her to moan and wiggle her slender yet nicely curved hips. But as I moved my fingers up to her clit, causing her to thrust her pelvis upward, I had another idea. 

I scooted down the bed, kissing my way from nipple to navel. Jessi clearly knew what I intended, because she spread her legs wider as I climbed between them. She also intertwined the slim fingers of each of her hands in my hair as she gently, but firmly, nudged my head down between her legs. 

I kissed all around her pussy, licked and nibbled on her labia, pushed my tongue into her vagina, and stroked the smooth skin of her thighs with my fingers. I purposefully avoided her sesntive clit, however. 

"Lick my little clit, Mr. Warner," she begged as she tried to use her hold on my hair to position me over it. 

I flicked my tongue against her clit, and was rewarded with a moan and her pelvis thrusting upward. But I wanted to tease her a bit more, so I went back to licking everything but her most sensitive area. 

"Please lick my clit," she whined. "Please, Mr. Warner, make your little slut cum." 

I gave in to her begging and attacked her clit with my tongue, lashing it from side to side, then flicking it. While doing so, I reached my hands up to her pert breasts and began rolling and pinching her hard nipples. Remembering that sucking on her clit as well as licking it had brought her to climax quickly the last time I went down on her, I gave her one last lick before I sucked on her clit and mashed it between my lips. 

"God, that feels good," she started to say before the last word was reduced to a guttural, "uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh..." sound. Grabbing my hair tight, she thrust her groin up against my lips and stiffened. 

Unlike when I had licked her pussy when we were together before, this time I did not let up when she climaxed. I continued sucking and licking her clit while now squeezing her firm breasts. I knew from that time before that Jessi was capable of having a more intense orgasm, and I had decided to make sure she received one from my tongue. 

As I continued to assault her clit, Jessi's body remained rigid with her pelvis arched off the bed. However, now she was shuddering every few seconds and her breathing had grown heavy and ragged. 

"Oh Fuck!" she yelped when I lightly nibbled on her clit. 

Jessi's delicate fingers tightened painfully in my hair as she rhythmically grunted the word "fuck." Then she pulled my head up away from her most sensitive of areas, clamped her slender legs around my torso, and arched her entire upper body, the back of her head pushing against the bed. Her face reddened and a sheen of sweat shone on her firm breasts. 

I pulled against her grip on my hair, determined to keep licking her, but I stopped when she whimpered, "Please, no more. Too much."

As I relaxed, Jessi began to do so as well. She maintained her grasp on my hair, but it no longer hurt. After a few seconds, her body went limp and she seemed to sink into the bed. Pulling gently, she urged me to crawl up her until we were face-to-face. The pretty blonde, her eyes shining, moved her hands to the back of my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. 

"That was fantastic," she purred when we broke the kiss, a satisfied smile making her still flushed face look heartbreakingly beautiful. 

"I wanted to give you a big one again," I told her as I sat up. 

She half-closed her eyes and shook her head slightly before saying, "That's what I figured, but I can't. The second one was too much. I think I would scream if you touched my pussy right now."

"Sorry, Jessi," I apologized. I certainly had not intended to cause her any discomfort. 

"Don't be - I am very happy," she assured me. "I just had to stop."

I nodded, unsure what else to say. 

Jessi closed her eyes, the satisfied smile back on her face, and sighed. 

"So, what can I do for you, lover?" she asked, her eyes still closed.

Knowing she would not be ready for sex for a little while, I knew exactly what I wanted. However, I was not sure I should ask her. Her evening had been rough, and I thought it would be best to pamper her. 

"You do not need to do anything for me," I explained. "I want to make you happy."

"Mmmmm," she moaned, then she opened her eyes and said, "I told you I am happy. And I would be even happier with your hard cock in my mouth, Mark" 

"Are you sure?" I inquired, noting her switch back to my first name. 

Jessi fixed those intense blue eyes on me and stared, but did not speak. I was somewhat surprised that I still found it disconcerting when she held my gaze too long, but I did. 

"Ok, you are sure," I conceded, but my quirky blonde continued to stare

"What?" I asked, knowing she wanted me to do or say something. 

"You have to ask me, Mark," she instructed. "A girl likes to be wooed."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, prompting Jessi to break her stare, laugh at me, and reach up and run her hand through my hair. 

"Last time you told me to ask you, but you ended up wanting to be commanded," I reminded her. 

"Okay, so maybe wanting to be wooed is new for me," she admitted, "but it would mean a lot to me."

Wanting to please her, I decided to go along and said, "Please suck my cock, Jessi." This time, I was the one who locked eyes with her. 

Beaming at me, the sexy blonde asked, "How do you want me to do it?"

My teasing reply of, "With your fantastic lips," was met with another stare. 

I sighed and told her, "I'll lie down and you do whatever is comfortable for you."

As I lay down on my back, the twenty-year-old woman bent forward, pulled down my briefs, and started sucking my rapidly hardening shaft from the side. While she licked and sucked my erection, I rubbed her back and played with her hair, enjoying the feel of her soft lips and active tongue on my sensitive manhood. After a minute or so of sucking, Jessi tried to take more of me inside of her mouth, but she kept gagging. I was a little surprised by this - form how easily she had gone all the way down on me last time, I had concluded she must have had almost no gag reflex. 

After several unsuccessful attempts, Jessi sat up and declared, "That's not gonna work." 

"It felt really great to me," I assured her, but the pretty blonde was already changing positions. 

Crawling between my legs, she planted a kiss on my stomach before moving down and sucking my rock hard manhood deep back into her mouth. After applying mind blowing suction for a few seconds, Jessi started to bob her head up and down, increasing the suction even more as she did so. And while what she had been doing before had felt great, it paled in comparison with her efforts now. 

As she sucked up and down me, Jessi's soft blonde hair fell down around her face and onto my abdomen, tickling me. The sensation was exquisite and maddening at the same time. I reached down and brushed her hair back with both hands, keeping my hands on her head to prevent her hair falling back down on my sensitive skin. 

After a few minutes of intense sucking, during which time Jessi had been looking up at me from time to time but not maintaining continuous eye-contact, as she had done the time before, she stopped with a little over half of my penis in her mouth and again applied heavy suction to it. Her vivid blue eyes locked on mine, and I was struck by how incredibly sexy the young woman looked, her lips stretched wide around me, her cheeks hollowed by the suction. 

With a wink, she began working her stretched lips down my shaft. I nearly exploded when she pushed past her gag-reflex (which seemed greatly reduced in this position) and the head of my penis popped into her throat - I did not know if I would ever grow used to the sensation of Jessi deep-throating me. I lifted my hands off her head, letting her hair fall back around her beautiful face and onto my abdomen. I did not want to be tempted to hold her head too long, like I had the first time she had taken me all the way down. 

Jessi shook her head, sending incredible sensations along my hard manhood, as well as through my abdomen as her hair shimmied across my skin. I knew I would not last too much longer, given the combination and intensity of the stimuli. 

"Jessi, I am going to finish soon," I warned her. 

The pretty blonde responded by pulling her head back until just the head of my penis was in her mouth, and just the very tips of her hair were brushing across my quivering stomach. Grasping the sheet on either side of me to keep from grabbing her head, I arched my back, shoving my hips up as the suction on the sensitive tip became too much. Following my cue, Jessi swallowed me to the root again. I felt my penis twitch and semen spurt out of it deep into the blonde's throat, and I was amazed when she was able to keep me in long enough for me to completely finish. 

When I was spent, Jessi let my now flaccid penis fall from her mouth. She smiled at me as she tried to catch her breath. Then she crawled up over me and kissed me long and deep before lying down beside me. 

"That was very nice, Mark," she told me as she snuggled against my side. 

"I think that is what I am supposed to say, Jessi," I pointed out. 

"I mean it was nice instead of rough," she explained. "I liked it that way."

"So did I, honey," I said, the term of endearment slipping out before I was really aware I was going to say it. 

Jessi sighed, adjusted herself so that she could rest her head on my chest, then murmured, "I like that too, Mark." 

I raised my head and kissed the top of her head. Sighing again, my blonde lover lazily ran her hand up and down my chest. 

"Should we blow out the candles?" I asked her sleepily, forgetting for a moment they were LEDs. 

"They are fake, sweetie," she told me softly, and I tried to remember what we were talking about, but then I realized I was too sleepy to care. 

*** 

I awoke in the night to a dark room. Jessi had evidently turned off the LED candles after I fell asleep. However, enough light came in through the blinds on her front window that I was able to see the petite, blonde, still naked, sleeping beside me. 

I tried to remember the dream I had been having before I woke up, but it flitted away as I endeavored to recall it. All I knew was that I had an erection and I very much wanted to slide it inside of my sexy bedmate. 

"Jessi, wake up," I called softly as I started rubbing her bare breasts and soft nipples while kissing her neck. 

The sexy blonde beside me started to moan softly, but I did not realize she was still asleep, or at least mostly asleep. I began kissing from her neck to her hardening nipple, even as I slid my hand down between her legs and started to tease her labia. Jessi moaned louder and began to move her hips as if she were matching the thrusts of a penis inside of her. Taking that as an invitation, I slid two fingers inside her vagina, which was beginning to grow damp. 

Jessi moaned louder and opened her eyes, then all hell broke loose. Before I knew what was happening, the petite blonde sat up, screamed, and pushed me away from her. Her blue eyes were wide with fear and she was starting to hyperventilate as she scooted away from me. 

"Jessi, honey," I tried to reassure her. "It's me, Mark - Mark Warner."

"Get away from me!" she shrieked, tears streaming down her face as she punched me square on my jaw.

I was startled when she struck me, but it did not really hurt. In fact, even as I was trying to calm Jessi, it occurred to me that her punch thrown in fear hurt quite a bit less than Jessika's allegedly playful punch to my arm two days prior. 

"Jessi, it's Mark," I told her again, and I saw recognition reach her eyes. 

"Mark," she cried, and then she was hugging me, her head against my chest as sobs wracked her slender body. 

A knock at her door startled us both, and she screamed again as a male voice called out, "Are you okay, Jessica."

Jessi actually chuckled through her tears and called back, "I'm fine Colton. I just woke up startled."

"You sure?" the voice called back, and even through the door I could hear the concern in his voice. 

"Yes - I am fine, thanks," Jessi assured him, a smile playing across her lips as she did so.

"Is that guy here?" the voice - Colton - demanded, and I thought I understood Jessi's amusement. 

"Everything is fine, Colton," she replied. "Really. Go back to bed."

"Okay, but I am right here if you need me," the voice said. 

"Good night, Colton," Jessi told him, shaking her head as she tried not to laugh. 

However, as she turned to look at me, Jessi gave in to her obvious amusement and snickered, but then she grew serious. 

"I am so sorry, Mark. I didn't know who you were when I woke up," she explained, her eyes begging me to understand. "I have never woken up with a man in my bed before. I have gone to sleep with some, but they have never been there when I woke up."

"It's okay, Jessi," I assured her. "And I should have made sure you were really awake before I started anything."

"So that was real - you kissing me and your fingers in me?" she asked. 

"So, what was that all about with your neighbor Connor? He seemed to know someone was here, and I do not think he liked that," I pointed out, trying to change the subject. 

"His name is Colton, and he is a sweetheart," she informed me as she stared me down.

"So, you two are not..." I began to inquire, but Jessi put her fingers to my lips and shook her head. 

"He is my neighbor, and that's all. He may want to be more than that, but he is not," she explained. "Besides, for the last several months before you I had only been with women."

I stared at Jessi, speechless. 

"Oh fuck!" she exclaimed, a look on her face similar to the one when she had almost told me that she might loved me. "Why did I say that?"

"What do you mean 'with women'," I blurted, finally able to formulate words. 

"I told you, Mark," she sighed, "I can only really connect with other people through sex. Guys weren't working, so I tried something different. I learned women were even harder for me than men. End of story."

"So, your bi-sex...," I started to ask, but Jessi shook her head and interrupted me. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 05



I did not stay at Jessi's apartment for long on Saturday morning. As I had sensed by her tone of voice in the shower, the quirky blonde had withdrawn following the rather rough oral sex in which we had engaged. It was as if some part of her had shut down. 

I had seen Jessi do this before. Over the course of the just ended semester, she had withdrawn a few times during class, usually after answering a question or making a comment. And of course, she had done so after I kissed her last Monday evening, but I had not expected it now, not after the evening and morning we had experienced together. I began to worry that what had happened in the shower was too much for her, despite the fact she instigated it. 

Before I left, I told her that I had a very nice time, and she mumbled her agreement. But when I went to hug her, she had turned away, and I ended up just putting my arm around her shoulder and giving a quick squeeze. I did not even try to kiss the young blonde, since her face was turned away and her eyes were downcast. 

The only remotely affectionate response from Jessi came just as I was about to leave. I had stopped in the open door, turned around, and blown her a kiss. I felt a little silly doing it - I had not blown anyone a kiss since I was a child - but Jessi's response was worth it. The pretty blonde cocked her head to the side, and her vivid blue eyes flashed as she fixed them on mine and held the stare a normal Jessi length, which of course meant awkwardly too long for everyone else. 

An almost smile quavered on her lips, and then she brought two fingers up, puckered up, and blew a kiss back at me. I winked at Jessi and smiled, and she dropped her eyes and shut her apartment door, although I was quite sure I saw her almost smile turn into a real one before the door closed. 

The rest of that Saturday was an odd day for me. I cannot clearly recall much of what I did for the rest of the morning or that afternoon, but the day passed relatively quickly. I know I went home, ran on my treadmill, did some housework, and responded to several emails, but the details of all of that were unimportant. What occupied my mind was Jessi, and to a lesser extent, Jessika. 

My thoughts on Jessi focused on a mix of fantastic and troubling memories, with the fantastic memories holding a slight edge. However, even though I pondered many aspects of my relationship with the socially awkward twenty-year-old woman, what I kept coming back to, even when I did not want to, was her admission about being bisexual, as well as her use of fantasy scenarios involving a threesome with another woman to arouse me. And when I thought about the latter, I thought of Jessika as that other woman. 

Of course, I had no evidence at all Jessika would be open to such a thing. Furthermore, I had some doubts as to whether Jessi would actually be agreeable herself if it really came to that. However, even if the blonde turned out to be interested in pursuing a threesome, I absolutely knew that Jessika, who Jessi saw as a rival, would not be an acceptable third. Despite this knowledge, it was such a wonderful scenario for me that my mind kept returning to it throughout the day. 

As evening approached, I tried texting both Jessika and Jessi. Jessi did not respond at all. At about 8:30, when I was just finishing up dinner, Jessika texted me. 

"OMG. Blind date from hell!" she wrote. 

"Sounds bad," I replied. 

"Doubt he could tell you my eye-color - just staring at my boobs," she complained. 

"I thought you like guys looking at your breasts," I teased her, adding a wink emoticon at the end. 

"I have no problem with looking or even salivating. But I do have eyes!" she clarified, a graphic of a frowning face following her text. 

"And luscious lips," I added. 

"YOU would notice my lips!" she shot back, and this time the image that followed was of a face winking. 

"I do not know what you mean," I texted her back.

"Yes you do," she wrote, and this time her text included a graphic of a pair of red lips, the same or similar to what Jessi had sent to me a couple of days earlier. However, I did not have to ponder what Jessika meant by sending the graphic, the way I had when Jessi had sent the same image. 

"By the way, are you texting with your date sitting there?" I asked. 

"No. In the ladies room. Can't face going back," she answered. 

"Did you drive or did he?" I inquired. 

"Separate, thank God!" she texted. "I am going to try to leave ASAP. Trying to think of excuse."

"Good luck," I sent. 

"Thanks. Will need it," she responded.

I did not hear anything else from Jessika until nearly 11:00pm when my cell phone buzzed with an incoming call from the sexy brunette. I was just about to go to bed, so I lay down as I answered the phone. 

"Hey Jessika," I greeted her when I had accepted the call. 

"Hi Mark," she replied. "I know it's late, but I wanted to hear a friendly voice."

"It is not a problem," I assured her. "So, what happened?"

"Well, I was going to tell him my dinner hadn't set well in my stomach," Jessika told me, "but my friend Jenna, the one who set us up, texted him while I was in the bathroom and suggested we meet up with her and some others for drinks."

"And you agreed?" I asked. 

"Yes, like an idiot," Jessika affirmed. "I thought it'd be rude not to go. I spent the next two hours either trying to engage him in any type of meaningful conversation or listening to Jenna tell me how great a guy he is, and how much she just knew I needed sex since the divorce, and how it'd been a while for him too after a bad breakup, and how we could help each other out."

"You are kidding." I responded. 

"No. I wish I was," Jessika sighed. "I really think she set up the whole thing to try to get me to hook up with him. She even said one of the reasons she set me up with him is because he likes big boobs."

"Well, you do have a great rack," I said, a little self-conscience with my word choice, but I thought it would give Jessika a laugh. And it did - I heard Jessika snort as she laughed. 

"I never thought I'd hear you use 'rack' in that context, Mark," she said, when she had stopped laughing.

"I thought it might amuse you," I told her.

"It did - it did," she replied. "And I needed a laugh." 

"Of course, it is true about your, um, your, um, breasts," I stammered, suddenly tongue tied.

"What's true about my boobs, Mark?" the sexy brunette inquired with an innocent tone. 

"They are fantastic," I responded. 

After a few seconds of silence, Jessika said, "You're making me blush, Mark Warner."

"It is true," I said.

"Thank you," Jessika breathed. "Your cock's fantastic too."

I lay there, my phone to my ear, my mouth open, dumfounded. I felt my cheeks heat up. I did not know how to respond. 

"Ummm, thank you," I finally managed. 

"It's true," she said. "I was thinking about it tonight - I wanted to call you to see if I could come over, but then I let myself be sidetracked by Jenna's shit."

Latching on to the change of subject, I said, "Do you really think she was trying to get you to sleep with him?" 

"Yes," Jessika sighed. "I think that's exactly what she was doing. She didn't let up until I told her I had a fuck buddy. Then she started asking all kinds of questions. That's when I left. Thank God I'd driven myself."

"That was good," I agreed. "So, who is this 'fuck buddy' you mentioned? Anyone I know?"

"Oh yes," Jessika chuckled. "You know him quite well."

"He is a lucky man," I noted.

"If I weren't so mentally drained," Jessika yawned, "He would get really lucky tonight." 

What I could not tell Jessika was that I was relieved that she had not asked to come over. While I would have liked to have seen my curvy brunette friend with benefits, I knew I was likely not ready for such activities yet. 

"Well, maybe you will be up for seeing your 'fuck buddy' tomorrow night, or perhaps on Monday," I suggested. 

"I think I might head up to my parents' place on Monday for Christmas, and maybe stay through New Year's," Jessika informed me. "I've not been there for the holidays the last few years because of my ex. I talked to them yesterday, and they'd love for me to come visit."

"That sounds nice. I think spending the holidays with your family sounds like something you need to do, Jessika," I agreed with her, but in truth I was disappointed. I had not formed any definite plans, but I had been hoping for some time with Jessika over the holidays. 

"Yeah, getting away sounds fantastic right now," she agreed. "But before I go, I do want you to come over to unwrap your present."

"You bought me a present?" I asked, concerned. I had nothing for her. 

"Well, I didn't buy it," she admitted, "and you have unwrapped it before, but I think you will still like it."

I chuckled as I realized that she was talking about herself, so I responded, "Well, I will bring a present for you to unwrap as well."

"If it's what I think it is," she purred, "I guarantee I'll love it. In fact, I'll have to give it lots and lots of kisses."

"No objection here, as long as you let me lick mine," I teased. 

"Fuck, yes," she breathed.

There was a moment of silence as I thought about what to say next. However, before I could say anything else, Jessika spoke again. 

"We need to stop - I'm getting worked up, and I'm not sure I'm up to it tonight."

"It is fine, Jessika," I assured her. I was agreeable with forgoing phone sex just then, given that I did not think my body would respond no matter what the stimulation. "I am tired as well."

"Thanks for understanding," she said, and then she yawned again. "I better go. I'm going to fall asleep on the phone."

"Okay. Good night, Jessika," I told her. 

"Good night, Mark," she replied. "I can't wait to unwrap my present tomorrow."

"Neither can I, Squeaker," I responded, although I was not sure she was still on the line. 

***

A little before 6:30 the next evening, I stood at Jessika's door, stamping me feet. The temperature had plummeted overnight, and it had not reached higher than the single digits all day. Even the few seconds I had been out in the open as I walked from the parking lot to the door of Jessika's apartment had let the bitter cold seep into my extremities. 

The curvy brunette opened her door and pulled me quickly into the warmth of her apartment. As it had on my prior visit, her place smelled of vanilla, although this time the vanilla smell seemed to be mixed with cinnamon. Looking around, I saw several candles burning. I did not see the massage table, however, and while I cannot say I had come over looking for a massage, I had vaguely hoped that one, complete with happy ending, might have been on the table for the evening. 

As for my hostess, the lovely Jessika was dressed in sweats, but I observed right away that her own fit her much better than those I had loaned her a few days prior. Her sweatpants, which were a dark gray, looked almost painted on her, they followed her curves so well. Her lighter gray sweatshirt was tight and made from relatively thin fleece, so it hugged the curves of her torso well. And of course, since it was Jessika, the neck of her sweatshirt had a slit that went down far enough to reveal a few inches of her cleavage. 

The buxom brunette smiled at me and gave me a big hug. I noticed during the hug that the blonde highlights were still apparent in her chocolate brown hair, but it was back to its gentle, wavy curls rather than straight. Personally, I thought the wavy hair, which I suspected was her natural look, fit her much better than the straight hair. 

After the hug, Jessika led me to her kitchen table, upon which our dinner was waiting. As I sat down, I could not help but recall that the last time I had sat at this seat at this table, my sexy hostess had been on her hands and knees underneath the table while she fellated me. It was a great memory, but it made it a bit difficult to concentrate on the present. And as my mind was focused on the memory, I completely missed something Jessika had said, and I had to ask her to repeat it. 

"I was just saying that dinner is a chili-seared chicken breast with beans and rice. It was my grandmother's recipe," she told me, and if she wondered what had distracted me for a moment, she did not ask. 

I was impressed with the dinner. The chicken looked as if it could have come from a restaurant kitchen. I was somewhat concerned that something identified as "chili-seared" might be too spicy, however. When my first bite of the chicken sent my hand fumbling for a large red cup sitting in front of me, I knew my concern had been valid. As I took a big gulp from the opaque red cup, I was surprised to find that the liquid in it was cold milk.

"It is spicy," I coughed, after the milk had cooled my burning mouth. 

"My grandmother was from Mexico, Mark. I wrote about it in my descriptive essay, when I described her kitchen." Jessika reminded me, the innocent look she was trying to maintain on her face ruined by the smirk that was threatening to break out. 

"Uh huh," I replied, and I took another bite, smaller this time, of her grandmother's chicken, followed by a drink of milk. 

"It is quite tasty," I told her, taking another gulp of the milk as the burn lingered. 

"The milk helps cool it, something about how it reacts with the oil from the peppers," Jessika informed me, as she followed her chicken with a drink from a brown bottle of what I thought must be beer.

"The beer seems to work for you," I quipped. 

"I'm used to spicy food, Mark," she replied. "Milk's better for you. Besides, I didn't figure you for a beer drinker, or much of a drinker at all."

"Why is that?" I asked, although she was right. Other than the occasional glass of wine with dinner, and then only when I was with other people, I did not drink alcoholic beverages - I had never liked the taste of the alcohol itself. 

"You had no beer at your place, which in my experience is unheard of for an unmarried man," she began. "And, you barely drank any wine when I was over on Wednesday."

"You are right," I confirmed. "Very observant."

"Why thank you, Mr. Warner," she teased, batting her eyes at me. 

"You are silly, Squeaker," I laughed. "And cute." 

"Yes I'm a silly girl," she conceded. "But don't you dare call me cute again! And no more this 'Squeaker' shit either."

"Ok, Squeaker," I laughed. 

Jessika flipped me off, but the smile on her face and what she said next belayed the gesture. 

"I'm also a very happy girl," She proclaimed. "Not only am I getting to go see my family for the holidays without worrying about what the asshole I was married to might say or do, before I go I'm getting to spend the night with a guy I like and respect, who likes and respects me back, and who I plan on fucking the moment we're done with dinner."

I felt myself blush as I quickly took a drink of milk, hoping to hide my embarrassment. 

"Uh, um," was all I was able to articulate, so I took a big bite of chicken, which set my mouth on fire, forcing me to gulp down more milk. 

"I think I am done," I announced, when my mouth was cooled off enough to speak. 

"What a coincidence, so am I," the sexy brunette grinned. 

I was in favor of moving to the bedroom, or the couch, or wherever she wanted straight away, but Jessika told me she wanted to clean up the kitchen and the table a bit first. I offered to help her, but she would not let me. Instead, she suggested I go watch TV for a few minutes. I was really not interested in watching TV, but I went to the living room anyway and sat down on her couch. 

As I sat flipping through channels, my mind wandered away from Jessika and toward thoughts of Jessi. Other than some very short text messages during the day, all in response to texts I had sent her, we had not communicated since yesterday morning. I wondered what she was doing, and what her holiday plans were. I had not specifically asked her that yet, so I resolved to do so in the morning. Suddenly, I was pulled from my thoughts about my blonde ingénue by a sexy, curvaceous brunette plopping down in my lap. 

"All done," she announced, before she put her arms around my neck and kissed me. As I kissed her back, pushing my tongue between her soft, full lips, I reached behind her and grabbed her curvy bottom, giving each cheek a squeeze. Jessika moaned softly and our kiss intensified. I could feel the firmness of her large, augmented breasts pushing against me, and my penis responded quicker than I had anticipated it would. When our lips broke apart, we were both breathing heavier than normal. 

Looking into my eyes, Jessika bit her bottom lip before she asked, "Do you want to unwrap your present here or in the bedroom?" 

"Here is great," I replied, and I reached down and grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt. 

Jessika raised her arms, and soon her shirt was on the floor and I was staring at a black lace bra that, while doing an admirable job producing incredible cleavage, was not opaque enough to hide her large brown areolas and thick nipples. I leaned forward and in turn mouthed each of her clearly hard nipples through the delicate lace. Jessika moaned and clasped my head to her breasts. 

After several seconds, I moved my head up and kissed and licked the exposed skin of her cleavage. Jessika's moans continued, and she ran her fingers through my hair. I reached around behind her, searching for the clasp on her bra. The curvaceous brunette shook her head and moved mine away from the feast that was her soft skin.

"Uh uh," she moaned, and she put her hands between her breasts and unhooked the bra. The two halves fell away to each side as her magnificent breasts dropped slightly and spread apart in their newfound freedom. Taking one in each hand, I began massaging them as I my lips, tongue and teeth teased first on hard, thick nipple, and then the other. 

After a while, Jessika pulled her breasts from my hands and mouth. She drew my head up, put her hands on either side of my face, and kissed me. Then she stood, pushed her magnificent breasts together, and winked at me. Pinching her own nipples, she slowly, sensuously licked her lips before letting her breasts drop and turning around. 

With her back to me, the Jessika began to wiggle her tight sweatpants down over her deliciously round behind. As she teasingly inched the pants lower and lower, I saw that she was wearing a black thong. Once her pants were low enough so that her entire bottom was exposed, Jessika removed them the rest of the way, all without looking back at me. She next reached up and ran her hands through her hair, which allowed me to see the swell of her breasts on either side of her torso. My breathing had quickened again, and I fought the urge to grab the curvy brunette and just have my way with her. 

Dropping her long, soft, dark hair, which she then slowly, sensuously shook so that it shimmied across her shoulders and upper back, Jessika lowered her arms and crossed them against her chest, which pushed and spread out the round flesh of her breasts so that even more of the curved sides was visible from behind. She then wiggled her whole body, starting with her head and ending with her shapely calves. 

I groaned and thought, "Damn, she knows how to tease! She must have made a fortune as a striper," as I reached out and grabbed a butt cheek in each of my hands. When I did so, Jessika looked back at me over her shoulder, flashed a mischievous grin, and bent over, pushing her rear end back at me as she did so. 

"You are too fucking hot," I growled, as I pulled my right hand back and gave her rounded ass three sharp swats, causing the succulent, slightly tanned flesh to quiver and shake. Jessika let out a little yelp with the first one, then grunted in time with each of the next two. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 05



Suddenly, she stood up, turned around, gave me an intense, lingering look, and then dropped to her knees. After she turned but before she had knelt down, I had seen that her pussy was covered by nothing but a small patch of the same fine, nearly transparent black lace from which her bra was made. What I had not seen was any hair down there - all I could see through the lace was smooth skin. 

Jessika moved my knees apart, dropped to all fours, and then crawled forward between my now spread legs. Putting her hands and arms on my thighs, she planted a kiss on the bulge of my erection, which was visible underneath my jeans. Then, running her hands up and down my thighs, Jessika looked up at me and smiled. 

Next, using my thighs as leverage, the sexy brunette pushed herself up so that she was kneeling, back straight, between my legs, her head even with the top of my abdomen. She leaned forward and kissed my abdomen through my shirt. Looking up at me, she ran her hands up and down my chest, and then began unbuttoning my shirt. 

"It is my turn to open my present now," she informed me, and then she was kissing my chest exposed by the now open shirt. 

While I pulled off my shirt, Jessika undid my belt and then attacked the button and zipper of my jeans. Lifting my butt off the couch, I helped her slide them down once she had everything undone. She took the jeans off of me, removing my socks at the same time, so I was left sitting on her couch in just my briefs, which were stretched tight around my rigid penis. 

"Have I ever told you how much I like your cock, Mark?" Jessika asked as she again batted her eyelashes. 

"I think you mentioned it before," I told her, "but to remind me, why not give it a kiss?" 

Jessika's grin stretched from ear to ear, and then she bent forward and planted a long, sloppy kiss on the thin fabric that covered my erection. I groaned, both in pleasure and frustration. When she pulled back from the kiss, I reached down, hooked my thumbs on the waistband of the briefs, and pulled them down, letting my hard manhood spring up straight.

"Kiss it now," I told the sexy woman kneeling in front of me, and I surprised myself at the hint of command in my tone. 

Jessika closed her eyes for a second, moaned, and then opened her eyes again and reached out and wrapped her fingers around me. Pressing her lips against the sensitive head of my penis, she started to kiss and suck on it slowly. As she did so, she maintained eye contact, and I was mesmerized by the sheer lust in her smokey gray eyes. 

"Take more of it," I said, and again my tone was not that of a request. 

As Jessika slid her lips down an inch or so, I took a firm grip of her hair in my right hand and pushed her head down enough so that she had to take another inch into her mouth. I then held her head there, groaning as she alternately applied suction, which nicely hollowed out her cheeks, or licked my sensitive shaft with her active tongue. 

For a moment, I pondered making her pleasure me with her willing mouth, eager tongue, and luscious lips, but I knew that oral sex was not really what I wanted at that moment - what I wanted was to slide my hard shaft into her warm, wet pussy. 

"Turn around," I instructed her, after I had used her hair to pull her mouth off of me. 

Jessika looked at me, nibbled briefly on her lower lip, and then turned around, still on all fours. As she did so, I was fascinated by the way her hanging breasts jiggled while she turned. When she was facing fully away from me, I stood up, divested myself of my briefs, and then kneeled behind her, resting one hand on her smooth, round butt.

"Spread your legs a bit," I told her, and she immediately complied. Them, rubbing her bottom with my right hand, I used my left to slide her thong down until it was stretched tightly between her slightly spread thighs, just above her knees. 

"You have a fantastic ass, Jessika," I told her, before delivering a sharp swat to each cheek, causing the lovely brunette to grunt and moan. 

"And a fantastic pussy," I continued, as I reached between her legs, finding her smoothly shaven vulva; I also found that her juices were starting to run down her inner thighs. 

"God you are wet, Jessika," I commented, as I slid my fingers into the dripping entrance between her labia. 

"It's because I am your little slut, Mark," Jessika breathed as she pushed herself back so that my fingers slid into her clinging wetness.

"Yes," I agreed, "you are my curvy little slut." Part of me felt guilty calling her that, but the guilt lasted just for a moment. Jessika's loud moaning and insistent thrusting of her behind toward me helped assure me that she did not mind, and what she said next helped solidify it for me. 

"Fuck yes!" she blurted out. "Call me names, like slut, and whore, and bitch."

Reaching forward, I grabbed a fistful of the lustful brunette's soft hair, leaned forward, and whispered in her ear, "I am going to ram my cock in your pussy and fuck it hard, bitch."

Jessika shivered beneath me and whimpered. Letting go of her hair, I placed both hands on her full hips and kneeled upright. I maneuvered my penis so that it was pushing between her labia, and gripping the brunette tightly, I buried myself inside of her with one thrust. 

Jessika shuddered then tensed up as faint squeaks escaped her lips. Like our first time together, when my fingers had brought her to orgasm much quicker than I expected, I was surprised. 

"What kind of slut cums from just having a hard cock shoved inside of her?" I teased, and I realized I was becoming less and less self-conscious about using profanity while talking dirty, at least to Jessika. 

"Your little slut, Mark," she panted. Then after taking a couple of deep breaths, she begged, "Don't stop. Please fuck my wet little pussy hard. Please."

Letting go of her right hip, I slapped her bottom once, and then reach around and grabbed her right breast and squeezed it a little roughly, as I had done the last time we were together. Jessica grunted at the slap, and then whimpered softly as I latched onto her breast. 

When I had a firm grip on both her left hip and her right breast, I began slamming my hard shaft in and out of her slick pussy. As I knew she would, Jessika began pushing back to match each thrust, and soon we were in the same rhythm that had given her such an intense orgasm a few days before. 

"Your cock feel so good in my wet pussy, Mark," she moaned.

"Your warm, wet pussy feels good around me, whore," I told her, and she moaned even louder. 

Several seconds later, Jessika pleaded, "Pull my hair; make me feel it."

Taking my left hand from her hip, I reached forward and gathered up the ends of her long, chocolate brown hair. Keeping a firm grasp on her breast with the other hand, I pulled back until her neck was nicely arched. A mixture between a whimper and a moan left her slightly parted lips, and I saw that she winced in pain. Afraid I had gone too far, I released the tension on her hair, and her head fell forward. 

"Don't... don't stop... don't stop..." she stammered. "Pull..."

I did as she asked, although I did not pull as hard as I had done the first time. A few moments later, Jessika began to pant. 

"Yes, yes - oh fuck yes!" she grunted, before shrieking, "FUCK!"

Letting go of her hair and her breast, I grabbed her hips and pulled Jessika back against me and held her there, firmly, as she shuddered and squeaked through a second orgasm. I could feel her pussy tightening around my shaft, and I knew that the feeling would have sent me over the edge had I not still been recovering from a week full of sex with two of the hottest women I had ever known. 

As Jessika's breathing returned to normal, she murmured, "That was incredible Mark."

"You are incredible, Jessika," I told her, as I began to slowly thrust in and out of her again. 

"You didn't cum yet?" she asked, looking back at me, her dark hair plastered to her forehead, her cheeks flush. 

"Not yet," I admitted. 

"Good - because I want you to fuck my ass," Jessika unexpectedly informed me. 

"W-w-what?" I stammered, although I had heard her clearly. I just could not believe what I had heard. 

"I want you to fuck my ass," Jessika repeated, still looking back at me over her shoulder. 

As had happened a bit more frequently than I might have liked over the course of the past week and a half of sexual adventures with both Jessika and Jessi, all I could make come out of my mouth was "Ummm..." What I was trying to work out how to ask was whether Jessika had any lubricant. But my mind, which knew exactly what was needed, could not make my mouth work. 

Finally, I managed to spit out my question: "Uh, do you have, ummm, any, uh, lubricant?" 

It felt like it had taken me several minutes to formulate the question, but as I was still buried in Jessika's pussy and she was still looking at me over her shoulder with no sign of impatience, I knew it must have just been a matter of seconds. 

"Yes," Jessika panted. "In the end table drawer."

"You had it ready?" I asked even as I realized the answer was obvious. She clearly had it ready; why else would she have lubricant in her living room?

"Yes," she breathed. "Thought we might, you know, get here."

Pulling out of Jessika's wetness was difficult - not physically, but because it felt so good. As my penis sprang free of her pussy, Jessika whimpered and moaned. I wondered if she felt the same as I did and whether I should just push back in. But she had asked me to do something, and I wanted to do it for her, so I was going to do it. Still, I was a little nervous as I leaned back, reached over, and fumbled for the end table drawer. I had not had anal sex in over twenty years, and I was concerned I would not do it right. 

I finally managed to open the drawer and pull out the tube of lubricant. While I was doing that, Jessika had turned around to face forward, and her head was hanging down as she thrust back, bumping her well-curved butt against me. I thought about asking her how she preferred to use the lubricant, but I was worried that might ruin the mood. So, I thought back as best I could to a girlfriend in college who had liked anal sex, and I began to spread the lubricant all over my penis, making sure I had plenty on the head so it would go in easier. 

I was just about to put the lubricant down when I recalled that, with the girlfriend in college, I had also put lubricant around and in her anus. I was quite sure that I remembered that she had especially liked it when I used my thumb to push the lubricant inside of her first, both because it both helped ensure there was plenty of lubricant and because it opened her up. 

I used one hand to pull Jessika's cheeks apart, exposing her small anus, and I squirted a big glob of the lubricant directly on it. The brunette shivered as I did so, likely because the lubricant felt cold on her skin, and I wondered if I should have warmed it up first. But it was too late for that, I realized, as I tossed the tube of lubricant onto the couch behind us and then used my thumb to smear the slick goo all around her puckered rear entrance. Without telling her what I was doing, I pushed my thumb against the opening, gently sliding it in. Jessika gasped and then moaned as it entered her. 

"Fuck yes," she moaned. "God, that feels good!" 

I did not say anything - I just moved my thumb in and out of her anus. Then, as she became accustomed to that, I began swirling my thumb around inside her, trying to help her loosen up. With each movement, Jessika moaned louder and pushed her rear end back toward me. 

"I think you are ready," I informed her as I drew my thumb out of her now slick and receptive anus. 

"Yes," the sexy brunette breathed, "but take it slow. It has been a while."

In answer, I gripped her hip with my left hand. Then, using my right hand to guide it, I pushed the head of my penis against her back entrance. 

Jessika tensed up as I started to push, and I assured her I would go slowly. Soon, the head of my penis slipped into her, which prompted another gasp, this one followed by a whimper and a shudder that ran through Jessika's curvy body.

"Shit!" she snarled as she shuddered again. "Fuck! I forgot how much that hurts."

"Do you want me to...?" I started to ask, but Jessika shook her head immediately and interrupted me.

"No," she grunted. "The hurt is good, or it will be good, just have to... have to... get used..."

The now panting brunette trailed off, shaking her head again, but it was not clear if she was trying to tell me something or tell herself something. At this point, I really was thinking we should just forget the whole thing when Jessika spoke again. 

"Keep going," she panted. "I want... to tell you... just to push... push hard... ram it in... make it hurt... all at once... but I can't... I can't... slow... slow... please..."

And it dawned on me then what I should have realized from almost the beginning - Jessika was as nervous about this as I was. But still, she wanted to continue. With both hands firmly gripping her hips, I began to push deeper inside of her at a slow but steady pace, and soon another inch or more was buried inside of her. I had intended to push a little further into her anus and then stop to let us both accustom ourselves to the sensation, but Jessika whimpered and tensed, and it felt like she was trying to push me out. 

"Uuuuuhhhhhh," the brunette grunted, then her head dropped so that it was hanging down almost between her arms; as she relaxed, the pressure on my penis lessened as well. Unexpectedly, at least to me, another couple of inches of my shaft were pulled inside of her anus as she relaxed, and I realized that I was now over halfway there. 

For a brief moment, my mind snapped back to the first time I had pushed inside of Jessi's tight pussy. At the time, I had compared it to the memory of anal sex with that college girlfriend so long ago, but I now realized that as tight as Jessi's vagina was, it was an inapt comparison. Either that, or that college girlfriend's anus had not been as tight as Jessika's. 

"Quit thinking about Jessi!" I told myself, and I drove all comparisons from my mind as I started to slowly push again. 

"Fuck it hurts!" Jessika whined, her breathing now ragged. 

"Maybe we should stop," I said, and Jessika raised her head, shaking it as she looked back at me over her shoulder. 

"Don't you dare pull out, Mark!" she snarled, and then her body tensed, and I again felt her sphincter trying to push me out. 

"She is doing that on purpose," it dawned on me as she relaxed and, like the time before, my penis was pulled a little deeper inside. At this point, only another inch and a half or so was all that was left before I would be completely inside her gripping anus. 

"Just shove it in now," she told me, and I felt the curvy brunette brace herself. "Ram it in hard!"

Tightening my grip on Jessica's hips, I pulled back just enough to put myself in position to drive into her. I was still uncertain whether it was the right thing to do even as I thrust forward. The sexy woman beneath me shrieked, and then I was all the way inside of her. 

"Oh fuuuuuuck," Jessika groaned hoarsely as she collapsed down onto her elbows, her head now resting on the ground. 

"Are you okay?" I asked, concerned. 

"Yes," she managed, but I was not so sure - I had never heard her sound like that before. 

"Jessika..." I started. 

"Just give me a minute," she implored, before taking several deep breaths. 

As Jessika's breathing began to regularize, she straightened her arms so that she was again up on her hands and knees. From that position, she pushed back against me. 

"Okay, ready," she breathed. "And don't be too gentle. I need to feel it to get used to it."

"Tell me if you need me to stop," I told her as I pulled about a third of my penis out of her tight rear entry. 

"Just do it, Mark. Please," she begged, and I thrust into her.

The lovely brunette's shriek was not as loud this time, and although her elbows wobbled, she did not fall forward. Encouraged, I pulled out a little further before the next thrust. Jessika yelped and grunted as I pushed inside of her again, but her arms did not even tremble. The next thrust followed after I withdrew over halfway, and it elicited another grunt, this one followed by a whimper. 

Jessika was clearly growing accustomed to me in her anus, so I started picking up speed. Each time I pulled at least half of my length out of her anus before ramming back in. Jessika grunted with each thrust, but her whimpers were now mainly replaced with moans, and she began breathing more rapidly again. 

"God it hurts so fucking good!" she howled after a hard thrust, and then she was pushing back to meet my thrusts, just as she done earlier when I was in her pussy. 

I had been doing okay up until then. Yes, her anus was incredibly tight, but I had established a good rhythm that I thought I could sustain for a while. However, Jessika's increased activity changed that, and now I felt my own inevitable climax approaching. The problem was, I could not tell if Jessika was close, since I had no experience with her and anal sex. I could tell she was aroused, but I was not sure how aroused. 

Suddenly, inspiration struck me - just earlier that evening, Jessika had told me to call her names, and she had also reacted well when I pulled her hair and spanked her bottom. Thinking that following the same pattern here would increase her arousal further, I let go of her hips. Then with one hand I reached out and grabbed a handful of her soft hair. With the other hand, I delivered several smacks in quick succession to her shaking butt cheeks.

"Do you like me fucking your ass, slut?" I demanded as I pulled her hair. 

"Oh God yes!" she grunted, and she began pushing back against me harder. In return, I gave her butt a few more smacks, a bit sharper this time, which caused her to yelp. 

"You like being spanked while I take you in the ass, bitch?" I snarled, and I began to think that I was really starting to get the hang of the talking dirty bit. 

"FUCK YES," Jessica yelled, and I could tell by her breathing that she was not far off. 

I leaned forward over her, reaching around her hips and finding her sopping wet, shaven pussy. I slipped my fingers between her labia and searched for her clitoris. When I found it, I began to rub it with my middle finger. Since I was closer to the sexy brunette now, I also adjusted my grip on her hair so that I now had a fistful right up against the back of her skull. 

"Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she groaned, and then her body tensed.

I continued rubbing her sensitive clit as I pulled her head back by her hair, again arching her neck. 

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck," she groaned, and my moans joined her since I was just about to explode. 

"Are you going to cum for me, whore?" I whispered to her, and almost in time with my words, Jessika's body convulsed. 

Her elbows gave out beneath her for a second time, and I released her hair as I felt the pull of the weight of her torso on it. My sexy brunette lover, caught in the midst of her climax, collapsed, her head turned to the side and resting on the floor. A sustained high pitched whine issued from between her parted lips, and as I realized it was really just a single, prolonged squeak, my own orgasm hit. I grunted, and then spurt after spurt of my semen filled the lovely Jessika's curvy, delicious ass. 

Neither of us moved or said a word for some time. As my penis softened, I could feel her strong muscles working to expel me from her anus. Rather than pull out, I let her body push me out, and before too long, my now completely flaccid member fell from between her round cheeks. When the head was pushed free, Jessika shivered and sighed. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 05



Spent, I rolled on my back on the floor beside Jessika. The clearly exhausted brunette looked at me through half-closed lids, and I thought I could see her satisfaction in those now calm, gray eyes. 

"God, that was fantastic, Mark," she whispered. 

"It was," I agree. "You are amazing, Jessika."

"No Mark," she contradicted me. "You are the amazing one."

I shook my head and reached over to brush back a few strands of still damp hair from her forehead. Otherwise, we did not move - I remained on my back, and Jessika remained on her forearms and knees beside me, her thong still stretched between her thighs.  

"There is one thing that occurs to me now that I am lying here with my ass feeling well fucked," Jessika declared after a couple of more minutes of silence. 

"What is that?" I inquired. 

"What was I thinking asking you to fuck my ass the night before I will be driving for several hours?" she mused.

"That does sound like it might be a problem," I agreed.

"We have a more immediate problem," Jessika advised me. 

"We do?" I asked, unsure of what that problem could be. 

"When I sit up, a whole bunch of cum is probably going to leak out all over the carpet," she explained. "I could try to stand up real quick, but my legs are feeling a bit weak still."

"I could get you a towel to sit on," I suggested. 

"That would be wonderful," Jessika smiled. "Thanks."

I stood up, my own legs still a little weak, and went to her bathroom and grabbed a towel. When I returned to the living room, I put the towel over Jessika's rear end, and I held it in place, best I could, as she maneuvered into a sitting positon. Jessika removed her thong from her legs and then pulled me down so that I was kneeling in front of where she sat. When we were on the same level, she locked her lips with mine and we shared a long, gentle kiss. 

"Go take a shower," she told me after our kiss ended. 

"Do I smell," I joked, and Jessika shook her head and smiled. 

"No - well, not all of you," she said. "I am sure part does, and if you want to put that part back inside me later, you need to wash it up really good."

"I see," I told her, and now we were both smiling. 

I kissed her again, and then I stood up. Jessika stared at my soft penis, which was on eyelevel for her. Then she looked up at me and said, "If you want me to kiss it at all, you need to wash it double good."

"I will do that," I assured her. 

"Oh, one last thing, Mark," she announced. 

"What would that be?" I asked. 

"I need to get in there ahead of you," she proclaimed, and then she hopped up and, holding the towel against her ass, rushed to the bathroom. 

When I heard the shower running, I thought about going and getting in with her, even without an invitation. But just after this idea occurred to me, two issues with it did as well. First, taking a shower with Jessika would surely lead to comparisons with or thoughts about Jessi, and I wanted to avoid that situation. Second, I had just realized that she might not have invited me to shower with her because she was embarrassed about cleaning up. Thus, I decided not to jump in the shower with the sexy brunette. 

Less than ten minutes later, Jessika emerged, wearing just a towel wrapped around her body. Her partially dried hair was already showing signs of forming into long curls, and her makeup-free face shone radiantly. 

As she reached were I was waiting, she smiled at me sweetly and said, "It is all yours."

Ten minutes later, it was my turn to come out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. However, the living room was dark and deserted. 

"I am in the bedroom, Mark," Jessika called, and I followed her voice into her room. 

Jessika stood by the bed wearing a diaphanous blue nightgown that clung to but did not hide any of her body, from her large, round breasts to her smoothly shaven pussy. 

"Very pretty," I said, and she smiled radiantly at me. 

"I love it," she said as she looked down at herself. 

"I am afraid I did not bring any pajamas," I informed her. 

"Not a problem," she responded. "You can sleep nude."

"But you are wearing that very lovely garment and I have nothing," I pointed out. 

"Yes, but I am the girl," she countered, and then she smiled again. 

"Okay, good point," I conceded, and we both laughed. 

A few minutes later, we were lying in bed together, she in her sheer nightgown while I wore nothing at all. I was on my back, and Jessika was snuggled up to my side, her head on my chest. As we lay there, I stroked her hair and she ran an idle finger up and down and in swirly patterns on my chest. Then, the lovely brunette sighed deeply and kissed my chest lightly. 

"What is wrong," I mumbled after she sighed again. 

"Nothing is wrong," Jessika answered. "I am just very happy I found someone I can be like this with."

"What do you mean, 'be like this'?" I asked, and I could hear the note of concern in my voice even though I tried to keep it neutral. Jessika apparently heard it as well. 

"Don't worry Mark," Jessika assured me. "I'm not looking to change our relationship. I am more than happy with you as a friend with benefits. As much as I like you, I just don't feel the 'more' there."

"I am not sure what you mean 'more there'," I admitted. 

The lovely brunette sat up beside me, and even in her darkened bedroom, I could see Jessika bite the side of her bottom lip before as she thought through something before responding, "I am not sure how to explain it. You are a great guy - you are smart, attractive, caring, and an incredible lover - but I don't want more than what we have now. That is what I mean when I say I don't feel the 'more' part of a relationship."

I still must have looked confused by her explanation, because Jessika expanded, "I am very comfortable around you, and it is all very easy, but I just don't feel that spark that leads to more. I mean, sure I feel sexually attracted to you. In fact, I feel freer to be myself sexually than I ever have before, but I don't feel like I would with a boyfriend. It is different - easier, less scary - I just don't know how to really say it all."

I felt bad for Jessika as she struggled with trying to put into words what we did not feel for each other. I knew what she was trying to say, but I was not sure how to articulate it either. But since she had been brave enough to try, I decided to give it a go. 

"I understand, Jessika," I assured her with a smile. "I feel the same, but it is a difficult concept to articulate, partially because it is always difficult to identify and describe what is not there. Additionally, not only are we attempting to understand and explain what we are not feeling, we are also burdened with the cultural constructs of friendship, love, and sex that not only inform our behaviors, but the way we think about such concepts as well. Thus, we are forging new ground with respect to our own understanding of social and sexual relationships, as well as with respect to our personal experiences with such, and we are also struggling with reordering social categories to fit a new paradigm we can feel but cannot reduce to words."

"That is exactly what I was thinking," Jessika laughed, rolling her eyes.

"What I mean is..." I started to explain, but Jessika shook her head, reached out, and put her finger to my lips. 

"I know what you meant, Mr. Warner," Jessika teased. "I wasn't laughing at you. All the great sex we have had kinda made me forget that sometimes you think about things on a different level from most of us, that's all."

"I do not think that is true, about how I think," I protested, but Jessika's laughter kept me from saying more. 

"Oh, it's true," the sexy brunette snickered. "I can't remember who said it, but after class one day - I think it was the day we covered argument structure and logical fallacies - someone commented that if anyone asked you if you were drinking apple juice, you would explain how apple juice was made and then discuss different variations of apples and apple juices, as well as how we could categorize those different variations, rather than just answering 'yes' or 'no'."

"I see," I snapped, and I instantly regretted my petulance. 

"Don't be mad, Mark," the now serious brunette pleaded "I thought it was funny. I mean, it's something you do sometimes. But I think it is endearing. It is like you just can't help wanting to help people see the whole picture."

"I'm not angry, Jessika," I assured her. "And I did not mean to be too pedantic about it all."

"Don't worry about it, Mark," Jessika told me. "You're right - what you said about trying to make what I feel for you fit with what I know about relationships and what society tells us about relationships. It's hard to do and hard to explain. But let me try again, okay?"

"Sure," I replied. 

Jessika took a deep breath, and started again, "It's like this - when I look at us, all this, objectively, I tell myself I should want more because it's all so comfortable and easy with you. But the flip side is that I believe it's comfortable and easy with you because I don't want more. I don't have to worry about you thinking less of me if we do something particularly dirty, or I act slutty. I don't have to try to walk a tightrope to make sure that you respect me, that we have good sex, and that the sex is satisfying for me. I could've never acted like I did tonight with any boyfriend I've ever had - I would've been too worried that it would change how he thought about me. And I'm just rambling now." 

I thought about what Jessika had said, then I admitted, "I have never thought of it that way," as my mind replayed my Friday night/Saturday morning activities with Jessi. "I did not know women felt that way."

"I can't speak for all women," Jessika continued, "but a lot I've known think that way. It's difficult to be as sexual as we want to be because we're always worried that the guy we're with will think less of us if we're too dirty or too slutty. I've had that experience, as have many of my friends. It was horrible with my ex-husband. He kept pushing me to do more things, but he treated me worse after each thing we did. And while he may have been more of an asshole than most, even some "good" guys I've been with treated me much differently after some things we did."

"So, why is it you do not worry about me respecting you?" I inquired, trying to fully understand what she was saying. 

"I don't think you will lose respect for me because we have nasty, dirty sex," Jessika explained. "First, you already knew me in a different setting, and you know I'm not some dumb bimbo just because I have big boobs and like sex. And second, we're together because we want to have sex - it is what brought us together. It allows me to be me, to be as wild as I want to be, without worrying you'll decided I'm not girlfriend material."

I thought that I now understood, but I was concerned about something she had said. 

"Jessika, I am not just here for sex," I explained. "I like you - I think you are a smart, fun person. I enjoy spending time with you. Over the last week and a half we have had some great conversations..."

Again, Jessika put her finger to my lips.

"That's not what I meant," she responded. "I'm not saying we don't have fun or great conversations; but they're separate from the sex."

Jessika paused for a moment, but before I could say anything, she said, "That's not quite right, is it? The sex isn't separate from liking you - it's all connected. But maybe it's that being friends isn't dependent on sex, so sex is sorta a bonus. I guess it just comes down to friends with benefits, but I'm not sure that term really covers it."

"The French have the concept of a 'paramour'," I interjected.

"But isn't a paramour a mistress?" Jessika asked. 

"A paramour can be a lover taken by a married person, but the concept encompasses more than that. It applies to lovers in any relationship that is outside the normal societal expectation of a romantic relationship. So, even an unmarried person could have a paramour if that relationship was not a traditional romantic union. The people involved usually have real, often strong feelings for each other, but they are not necessarily the type of feelings that lead to marriage or the like."

"So, I'm your paramour?" Jessika asked. 

"And I am yours - it goes both ways," I explained. 

"That works for me," Jessika grinned. "But I did want to go back to one thing. It's very important to me that your interest in spending time with me is more than sex, or that there are things in addition to sex, and I didn't mean to indicate otherwise."

"I understand," I started, but Jessika had more to say. 

"During class, it felt really good that someone like you listened to me and thought I had interesting things to say," she went on. "It made me think you were interested in more than just my body, although I could tell you liked that too. And since there were two younger, hotter females in class, but you did not seem interested in them, I was even more sure there was something else about me you liked, and I hoped it was my mind. And that's what allows me to be this way with you - you like me for who I am, mind and body, not who you want me to be, and you don't expect anything more from me. That's what I feel, anyway."

"I am not sure I agree on anyone in class being hotter than you or Jessi," I said, immediately realizing my mistake. 

Jessika frowned, shook her head, and in an exasperated tone asked, "That's what you focused on - who was 'hot' in the class?"

"Well..." I started to explain myself. 

"And I think you're pretty much alone with your obsession with blonde Jessica, Mark," the brunette informed me, cutting me off. 

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying not to sound defensive. "I am not obsessed with her."

"Ok, let's call it your interest in her then," she sighed. "But I don't think any other guy in the class would've given her more than one look over a couple of the other girls her age in class."

I knew I should let this drop, but I said, "I find her quite pretty..."

"I didn't say she wasn't pretty," Jessika elaborated. "She's pretty. With a little more meat on her bones and softer makeup, she might be more than pretty. But she's not hot."

"What about the Halloween costume..." I began, but I stopped myself from going on when I heard Jessika snort. 

"That was just awkward, Mark," Jessika countered. "I really think you're probably the only person who didn't find it a bit unsettling - that costume just wasn't her."

I momentarily thought about pointing out that both Jessi and I had noticed that Jessika had seemingly been a little out of sorts with the attention I had paid to Jessi that night in class, but I realized that might end our night, if not whatever relationship we had, very quickly. 

"Let's talk about something else," I said, but Jessika cut me off. 

"I take it you're still seeing her," she stated - it was not a question. 

"Yes," I admitted. 

"Okay," the brunette said, and then a long, awkward silence, the first such I had really experienced with Jessika, hung in the air. 

Finally, the brunette commented, "This is not how I envisioned tonight going."

"Nor did I, Jessika," I agreed. 

"You could make it up to me by giving me a back rub," she told me, a hint of a smile on her lips. "I spend a lot of time massaging other people, and I think it would be nice to be on the receiving end of a good rub."

I was not sure there was anything for which I truly needed to make amends, but I was quite ready to move on from our current discussion, so I consented to rubbing her back. I sat up, she lay down beside me, and I started massaging her, concentrating first on her shoulders. However, as thin as her nightgown was, I soon realized it was an impediment. 

"Why don't you take off your nightgown," I suggested. 

"And be naked? I am too shy," she giggled.

"I think we both know better than that," I pointed out. 

"Okay," she assented before sitting up and stripping the thin garment from her body. I reached out, intending to caress her now bare breasts, but Jessika moved my hand away. 

"Not until I get my back rub, mister," she scolded me. 

"Sorry, I cannot help myself," I explained. "They are just too awesome."

Jessika snorted and rolled her eyes, but then she grabbed my hair and pulled my face down to her chest. I immediately began kissing and licking her soft flesh and her hard nipples. Jessika moaned, but too soon she pushed my head away. 

"Just a taste for now," she said. "I want my back rub."

The sexy brunette lay back down, and for the next fifteen minutes or so, I massaged her shoulders and back, occasionally straying down to her rounded derriere. Jessika alternatively sighed and moaned, and she was clearly quite relaxed. 

"Time to turn over," she announced, and she rolled over, bringing her breasts as well as her shaven pussy under my hands. I lost no time in massaging both areas. 

"Did I say you could put your hand down there, Mark?" she teased me, but when I started to withdraw my hand from her groin, she grabbed it in both of her hands and held it in place. 

"Okay, you can put your hand down there," she moaned, as my fingers lightly moved over her most sensitive of areas. "Do you like it shaved? I did it today."

"I like it a lot," I told her, "but I also liked it before. Both are nice."

"I don't suppose you'll lick it for me?" she inquired. 

"I would love to," I replied, and I began to kiss down her chest, heading toward her pussy. 

I was planning to slowly tease my way down; however, Jessika obviously wanted to speed things up, because she grabbed my hair and pushed my head down. I placed a big kiss just above her labia, then I gently spread them with my fingers, exposing her clitoris, which I immediately began licking. Jessika, for her part, moaned and bucked her hips up as I flicked my tongue against her clit. 

"Has anyone ever told you how good you are at this?" the moaning brunette asked as I looked up at her. 

I shrugged but did not say anything. I wanted to give her at least one orgasm before I took my mouth off of her. I began sucking on her clit, and her breathing quickened. 

"Because you are... good... oh so good..." she panted. "God... so, so good..."

I did not respond, other than licking and sucking her clit with more intensity. Just a few minutes of this brought a telltale shudder from Jessika, and soon she was squeaking and moaning, her hands tight in my hair. 

I lifted my head and saw Jessika was lying still, eyes closed, one hand squeezing a breast while the index finger of her other hand was hanging out of her mouth. I had been so focused on giving her pleasure I had not realized she was helping things along herself. I found the thought of her doing so incredibly arousing, and my penis, which had not yet been fully hard, became so quickly. This gave me an idea. 

Without telling the sexy brunette what I was planning, I moved up between her legs until my erection was just pushing against her now swollen labia. Slowly, carefully, I slid inside of Jessika's pussy. As I did so, her eyes snapped open, but when I pushed further in, they closed again.

"Oh yes," she moaned. "Please fuck me."

I leaned forward, bracing myself with my arms, as I began to move in and out of her. And while I did so, Jessika wiggled and moaned beneath me, running her hands up and down my arms. 

"Oh yes, that feels good," she murmured. "Nice and deep and slow."

I continued the same way until Jessika's moans increased in frequency, evidence of her increased arousal. Again without warning her, I pulled out, scooted down, and began teasing her clit with my tongue. 

"OH GOD," she blurted out, and then she grabbed my head again. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 05



As I attacked her clit with my tongue, I reached up with both hands to grab on to each of her large breasts, massaging them as well as teasing her thick nipples.

"Don't... don't stop... Gonna cum..." She moaned, which was my cue to stop. 

I pulled my head away from her grasping hands, and I again moved up so I could sink my shaft inside of her wetness. Jessika, who had whimpered when my tongue had abandoned her clitoris, now grasped me with her legs and held me in place inside her. 

"Fuck me... please... please... fuck me... please..." she begged. 

And I did, although her strong legs griping me tight and keeping me inside of her limited the strength of my thrusts. However, the curvy brunette did not seem to mind. She reached up, grabbed my shoulders, and pulled me down so that our now sweaty bodies were pressed together. Then she grabbed my hair yet again and pulled me down into a fierce kiss. 

When our lips finally parted, she whispered, "Don't you dare pull out again," and wrapped her arms around my torso. 

Given how tightly she was holding me against her, I still could only manage short thrusts, so I put all I could into each, and I increased the frequency as well. That clearly pushed Jessika to the edge, and she was moaning almost continuously now, her head thrown back against her bed. Suddenly, her tight grip on me grew even tighter as her whole body tensed. I was expecting a full-body shudder or two, as Jessika usually did so when she climaxed, but she was perfectly still. Had it not been for her squeaks, I might not have known she had reached orgasm. 

We lay like that for some time, Jessika's limbs clamped tightly around me. Soon, I realized my erection was lessening, though I had not climaxed. I tried to think of things that would arouse me, even thoughts of Jessi, but nothing was working. Accepting that I was not going to be able recover, I kissed the lovely brunette's inviting lips. Jessika, her eyes still closed, kissed me back and smiled. 

Moments later, when the stronger-than-she-looked brunette had released her grip on me, I rolled off of her, pulling out as I did so. We lay side by side for a few more seconds, then Jessika rolled onto her side and looked at me, the smile still gracing her pretty face. She reached over and pushed a strand of damp hair off my forehead, then ran her fingers down the side of my face, ending up at my lips. I kissed her fingers, and she sighed. 

"Did you cum?" she murmured.

I thought about telling her that I had, just to make things easier, but I did not want to lie to her. 

"I did not," I said, and as she pushed herself up on her elbow to look at me, I continued. "It is okay, Jessika. I am happy to have pleased you. I enjoyed that."

"I did too, Mark," she admitted, "but I want you to cum too. Five to one is not fair."

"I do not think it will be happening, Jessika," I explained. "I think the one is all I can do tonight." 

I did not tell her I probably could have reached climax had I stayed inside her the first time. I did not want her to feel bad that I had sacrificed my own finish because I was trying to make it special for her - it had been my choice alone to do that.

"What if I wrapped these lips you like so well around it and suck it for a bit?" she asked with a mischievous grin. 

"That does sound fantastic, but I think what I need now is some rest," I responded. "That is the danger of having an old man as your paramour."

Jessika, seemingly accepting the situation, lay back down, and soon she was again snuggled against my side with her head resting on my chest. 

"It's funny," she said. "It wasn't a problem last week."

"Well, the effect is cumulative," I explained, "and we have had quite a bit of sex in the last week and a half."

"Some of us more than others," she quipped. 

Having no response, I began stroking her soft hair. Jessika sighed and closed her eyes. 

"That is not going to shut me up, Mr. Warner," she informed me. "But don't stop - it feels wonderful."

"Do you really want to talk about this?" I countered. 

"No," she admitted. "But, I want to ask one thing: are you being careful with her feelings?"

"I am trying," I assured her.

"Good," Jessika sighed.

"I really do not think either of us are in danger from her," I stated with what I hoped sounded like certainty. 

"I'm sure you're probably right," the lovely brunette beside me yawned. "But is she in danger from you?"

I had been starting to give myself to sleep, but Jessika's comment roused me. I sat up, forcing her to move her head from my chest. 

"What do you mean 'in danger' from me?" I demanded. 

Jessika sat up as well, and reached out to take one of my hands. 

"I didn't mean physical danger. I could've said that better. I was starting to fall asleep, I think," she told me. 

"So what did you mean?" I insisted. 

"I think it's likely her feelings for you aren't the same as mine," Jessika answered. She seemed to have more to say, but she did not continue. 

"And?" I inquired. 

"Well, it's just that it seems as likely that your feelings for her might also not be the same as for me," she informed me, after some more hesitation. 

When I did not say anything, Jessika added, "I'm not upset by that, although I can see why you might not believe that because of my reaction when we talked about this before. But I thought about it more, and I decided my initial reaction was too harsh. I think I judged you both unfairly. However, I do think one or both of you could get hurt by this, so I still believe you need to be careful, just not for the same reasons I said before."

I briefly pondered asking Jessika about Jessi's emotional withdrawal, as I now believed that what Jessika had said earlier - that women worry that men will think less of them if they engaged in certain types of sexual behaviors - was applicable to the situation with the twenty-year-old woman. However, I thought that might be stretching the brunette's apparent acceptance of my relationship with the younger blonde a tad too far. 

"I do not intend to hurt her," I finally responded. 

Jessika smiled at me, put her hand on my chest, and pushed until I was again lying on my back. She then returned to her position beside me, her head on my chest. I started stroking her hair as I had been doing before our short-lived misunderstanding, and the curvy brunette snuggled closer. 

"I know you don't intend to hurt her," she mumbled sleepily several seconds later, "but good intentions are not always enough."

I did not reply, but I thought about her words for some time after Jessika had drifted off to sleep. 

***

I awoke the next morning, somewhat disoriented. I was alone in Jessika's bed, and soft, early morning light was streaming in the open blinds. I did not see the brunette, but I heard humming coming from her closest, and presently she emerged from it was a suitcase, which she put on the other side of the bed from me. 

"Good morning sleepy head," she smiled as I blinked at her, trying to clear the sleep from my eyes. 

As she came into focus, I could see that Jessika was wearing an oversized t-shirt that came almost to her knees. It was the first piece of clothing I had ever seen her wear that was large enough to completely obscure her breasts. I also noticed that she was not wearing any makeup and that her hair was pulled back into a messy pony tail. I did not think I had ever seen her look lovelier. 

"Good morning," I mumbled. "Getting ready to go?"

"Yep, I am," she affirmed. "I am going to try to get on the road by 10:00am."

"What time is it now," I asked.

"A little after 7:00am," she told me. 

"I should probably get out of your hair," I suggested as I sat up on the bed, turning so that my legs were off the side. 

"Nope," Jessika replied, walking around the bed to my side and stepping between my knees, which she had nudged apart with her legs.

"What are you doing?" I foolishly inquired as she pulled the large t-shirt up and over her head, putting her magnificent breasts just mere inches from my face. The only thing the curvy brunette was wearing now were sky blue silk panties. 

"Making our score a bit more even," the Jessika said as she pulled my head against her chest. I took her invitation and feasted on her hardening nipples for some time. Then Jessika pulled back, leaned over, and gave me a kiss on the lips. 

"I thought a little 'good morning' oral sex might help me get at least a bit closer to leveling our score," she purred as she dropped to her knees, placing her hands on my thighs. 

"What score are you talking about?" I asked, even though I thought I knew. 

"Our score from last night. It was five to one," she clarified. "We have not been that far apart before. Plus, you did not get a blowjob yet this time." 

"You, ummm, did that last night," I pointed out, but Jessika shook her head. 

"For like five seconds, maybe," she countered. "You need a real blowjob." 

"I am fine," I argued, although I was not sure why I was resisting so much. Part of it was that I did not like the idea of keeping score, and I wondered if another part was that my last act with Jessi had resulted from her thinking she owed me something, and that had not ended well. 

"No sir," the brunette said, again shaking her head. "Five to one isn't something I'm comfortable with."

"But it is different for women - you can have more orgasms in the same amount of time than a guy can," I asserted.

"Or we can have none at all if the guy doesn't have a clue," she retorted. "That's definitely not you - you know how to please a woman." 

"And I enjoyed doing it..." I started, but Jessika cut me off.

"I enjoyed it more," she contended. "And, I know how it feels to get your partner off several times and be left only having one, or maybe none."

"You do not have to do this," I told her. "I would be fine. I am fine."

"I want to," she assured me, before adding, "And besides, I could give you three blowjobs in a row and still owe you one." 

"It is not about keeping score," I pointed, exasperated.

"Why're you arguing so hard against a getting a blowjob," Jessika asked, and I could hear the growing frustration in her voice. 

"I just do not want you to feel like this is something you have to do," I explained.

"Sometimes it can be exciting to feel like I have to do something, like I owe it," the brunette commented. "But that's not this. I want to. I wanted to last night, but you convinced me to wait."

I just looked down at Jessika, her gray eyes looking back at me, and shook my head. 

"Well, one head says no," the nearly naked brunette teased, "but the other says, 'please suck me.'" 

She then grabbed the shaft of my penis, and I was surprised to discover that it was quite rigid. I could not recall ever before having become erect without being aware of it, at least not when conscious. 

Slowly, deliberately Jessika moved her now open mouth toward my engorged penis. However, just when I thought she was going to wrap her lips around the head of it, she stuck her tongue out and began licking up and down the shaft. I reached my hand out, intending to run it through Jessika's hair, but she pulled back, locked her eyes with mine, and moved my hands to my side.

"Just relax and enjoy this," she ordered before returning her wet tongue to my upright penis. 

After licking all up and down my shaft, kissing and licking all over the head, and even lightly sucking on my scrotum, Jessika slowly sucked my penis into her mouth, looking up at me as she took as much of it in as she could. Then equally slowly, she withdrew until just the tip was in her wet mouth. As she swirled her tongue all around the sensitive head, I fought the urge to reach out and pull her head down just to give me a bit of relief from the intensity of the sensations her tongue was producing. 

What followed was over thirty minutes of a mixture of slow, deliberate suction on my shaft; thorough exploration everywhere with her eager tongue; and bursts of intense pleasure when she concentrated on just the sensitive head of my shaft. During that half-an-hour-plus, I reached the edge several times, but Jessika had eased off each of those times. It was exquisite torture. I wanted - no needed - to climax, but I did not want Jessika to stop. 

The lovely brunette was in the process of licking and sucking on the now almost too sensitive head of my penis when I reached the point that I could not take any more. I grabbed a handful of her chocolate brown hair in each hand and pulled her head toward me until half my shaft was embedded in her mouth. Jessika did not seem to mind at all - her cheeks were hollowed out by the suction she was applying to my erection, and her smoky gray eyes were locked on mine. 

Then, as if she could read my mind and knew what I wanted, Jessika pulled back until just the tip was in her mouth, and again I pulled her head toward me. We continued this pattern for a few minutes, picking up speed as we went, and then I had reached my limit. 

"I am going to cum," I advised Jessika.

She immediately pulled back, letting my glistening penis pop free from her luscious lips. Then my curvy paramour closed her eyes, opened her mouth wide, and stroked my shaft until I exploded. The first gush of semen landed on her forehead and in her hair. The second left a line from her left eyebrow, down across her eyelid and her nose, to her right cheek. The third and fourth, although weaker spurts, left similar gooey white lines crossing Jessika's lovely face, with part of the fourth one landing in her open mouth. For the fifth and the six, I changed position so that both of these now far weaker spurts went directly into her open mouth. After that, only a little more semen dribbled out of me, and this I wiped on her chin. 

When she realized I was finished, Jessika swallowed the semen that had landed in her mouth, then used her fingers to clean it off her still closed eyelid. Once her eyelid was clean, she opened her eyes and smiled at me. 

"That was an awful lot of cum, Mark," she laughed, as semen started to drip off her cheeks and chin, landing on her magnificent breasts. 

I saw a big glob about to slide off the sexy brunette's right cheek, so I reached out, scooped it up, and then presented my now sticky fingers to Jessika. She immediately grabbed my hand, opened her mouth, and pulled my fingers toward her so she could lick and suck them clean. We repeated this several times as I cleaned her face of my semen and fed it to her. While we did that, I saw her rub what had fallen on her chest into her skin. 

When I had wiped off as much as the semen as I could, I leaned down and kissed Jessika. After the kiss, she took my now soft penis and sucked it into her mouth, making sure it was completely clean. When she let it fall from her mouth again, Jessika smiled up at me, but it was a wistful smile. 

"I am going to miss you, Mark," she told me. 

Then she kissed my flaccid member and said "I am going to miss you too."

***

After we had both cleaned up and dressed, I helped Jessika pack and carried her luggage to her car. Since she still had plenty of time before her 10:00am intended departure time, we went out for breakfast. While we were eating, Jessika happily informed me that sitting was not as much of a problem for her as she had feared. 

"I was worried after last night," she said, as she played with the last of her scrambled eggs, "and I'm a bit sore, but I think I'll be fine on the drive."

"I hope so," I told her. "And I hope you have a great time over the holidays."

"I hope you do too, Mark," she smiled sweetly. "But if you do anything with blonde Jessica, be careful of that girl's feelings, okay?"

"Okay," I agreed, and then I steered the conversation back to Jessika's plans. 

What I did not mention was that I was a somewhat annoyed that she had brought Jessi up again. But as I did not want to have a disagreement with her before she left, I hid my annoyance as we finished our breakfast and chatted about Jessika's trip and how happy she was to be able to go to her parents' house for the holidays. After we left the restaurant, Jessika gave me a big hug and a quick kiss before she got in her car and drove away. As I drove home, I wondered what my holidays would be like, as I had no idea whether Jessi would or could spend any of them with me. 

When I was back at my house, I called Jessi's cell phone and left a voicemail, asking her to call me. Then I booted up my computer and started reading through some short stories and a couple of incomplete novels that I had written back in the early days of my marriage. I had not looked at most of these writings for over a decade, and some I had not looked at for well over fifteen years. My ex-wife, it had turned out, was not at all conducive for my creative process. And even after the divorce, I had never had the courage to look at my own writing again, after so long, until now. I was not completely certain why I had the courage to do so now, but I attributed most of it to my relationship with Jessika. Each time I saw her, I found that I was rediscovering parts of myself, and not just those related to sex. 

Three hours later, I took a break because I started to feel hungry. I was surprised how much time had passed. I could not believe how thoroughly reading through my old writing had taken over my mind. It was a great feeling. 

As I was eating a sandwich, I realized I had not checked my phone since I had started looking through those old stories. When I did check it, I discovered I had three text messages from Jessika. 

The first, which had come in about an hour before, read: "My ass hurts. Sitting isn't fun." The second, which was sent nearly thirty minutes after the first, read: "I had to stop and get up for a bit. I'm never letting you do that to me again if I have to sit for several hours the next day." The third, which was only a few minutes old, was accusatory: "You're NEVER fucking my ass again! This is torture! And you're ignoring me!"

I debated whether to try to call her or to send a text. The text would be easier, but I thought it would be better to call. When Jessika answered the phone, it was clear she knew who it was calling her. 

"Never again, Mark Warner," she growled. "My ass is so irritated that I can't sit for more than twenty minutes without wanting to climb out of my skin, and standing or walking isn't much better. I can't believe I let you do this to me."

"If I remember right," I countered. "You asked me to do it."

"I know," she snapped, "but it makes me feel better to blame you."

"I see," I replied, and then made the mistake of chuckling. 

"Don't you dare laugh, or you'll never get anything else from me, ever," she threatened, and although I thought she was just venting, I nonetheless made sure not to laugh again. 

"I'm sorry..." I started, but Jessika did not let me finish.

"'Sorry' doesn't help me drive," she pointed out. "I still have four hours to go! At this point, I'll not get there until tomorrow."

"I really am sorry, Jessika."

"I know," she admitted, sounding more her normal self. "I just needed to get a little of that out. Thank you for calling."

"I thought you might need to talk," I confessed. "I wish I could help you, though."

"There's a store about thirty minutes away. I am going to try to find something to help," she said. "I just need to get up enough nerve to start out again."

"Okay," I responded, and unsure what else to say, I again apologized. 

"It's okay, Mark," Jerssika assured me. "It means a lot to me that you called."

After we said our goodbyes and hung up, another text from Jessika came in: "I was kidding about the 'never again' stuff."

"I am happy to hear that," I texted back. "It was enjoyable."




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 05



"It was fucking fantastic! ;)" she replied, "But today is not. Next time, we do it when I have nothing to do the next day."

"Okay," I agreed. 

About forty minutes later, as I was starting to revise an old short story I still particularly liked, another text from the lovely brunette arrived: "Got hemorrhoid cream. I know, ewwww, but much better now."

I texted Jessika that I was glad she felt better, then I lost myself in the process of revision. Other than a trip to the bathroom in the later afternoon, I did not take another break until I realized several more hours had passed and it was now dark outside. I was pondering whether to fix dinner or go out to eat when my phone buzzed with an incoming call. Assuming it would be Jessika, I answered without looking at the caller ID. 

"Hello, sexy!"

"H... H... Hi..." a voice that was not Jessika's stammered. 

"How are you, Jessi?" I asked, hoping to pass off my greeting as intended for the young blonde.

"I'm okay," she responded, and if she found my greeting odd given that we had barely communicated for a couple of days, she did not say anything about it."

"It is nice to hear your voice," I told her. 

After a slightly awkward pause, Jessi answered, "It's nice to hear your voice too."

It was becoming clear to me that I would have to take charge of this conversation. I first wondered whether she might really not want to talk to me and had just called out of obligation, but then I remembered that most of my younger students texted much more frequently than they spoke on the phone. It was quite possible, I concluded, that Jessi was not accustomed to talking to people on the phone, which would exacerbate her normal shyness/anxiety in uncomfortable situations.

"So, do you have holiday plans with your family?" I asked her. 

"No."

I waited for her to continue, but she did not elaborate. 

"Maybe the conclusion that she just does not want to talk to you was the right conclusion," a voice in my head pointed out. But, I pushed down my doubt and tried again. 

"Do you have other plans, then?" I inquired. 

Again, her only response was, "No." 

"Well, since you are not doing anything, maybe we could spend some time together," I suggested.

This time, the silence went on long enough that I checked to see if she was still on the line.

"Jessi, are you there?" I asked.

"Yes," she breathed. "I just... just... well... just didn't... wasn't expecting..."

"We do not have to make a big deal about it being the holidays or anything." I advised her, thinking that maybe that would feel like too much for her. 

"That... that's not it, Mark," she said, and then in a rush she continued, "I didn't think you'd want to do anything with me again."

"What? Why would you think that?" I asked. 

"Because you know how much of a slut I really am," she sniffed. 

"Is this about what happened in the shower?" I asked. "I am sorry if it was too much. I just thought that is what you..."

"No - it's not about the shower, not really," Jessi interrupted. "It's about what I said, about other girls, and then how you... I mean, how we... when I was, you know, trying to... when I was talking about other girls..."

And as Jessi struggled to express her thoughts, it all became quite clear to me. The trouble on Saturday morning had not started with the rough oral sex in the shower - it had started with Jessi using fantasy scenarios about a threesome with another woman to arouse me. That made sense, as it was after she had coaxed me to an erection by telling me what we might do with another woman that she had started acting strangely. I now understood that her desire for me to take control while she fellated me in the shower had been a symptom, not a cause, of her detachment. 

Suddenly aware that the young woman had stopped talking and that all I could hear were quiet sniffles, I sought to reassure her. 

"Jessi, what I think, what I feel, has not changed," I told her. "Maybe we should get together and talk this through."

"Okay," Jessi managed to whisper between sniffles. 

"How about dinner tonight?" I suggested, then quickly added, "But no pressure. Pick a place with which you are comfortable."

The silence stretched out again, and I was at the point of calling her name when the blonde said, "I will... try. And... ummm... I know a... a place we can... ummm... eat."

TO BE CONTINUED...



A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 06



As I pulled into the parking lot of the little strip mall, I was somewhat concerned about the nature of the pizza restaurant at which Jessi had asked to meet. Four of the ten storefronts in the shopping center were vacant, and other than Joe's Pizza Shack, which is where I was headed, the other businesses consisted of a laundry mat, a comic book store, a pawn shop, a thrift store, and last, but not least, a bail bondsman. The whole place looked more than a little dilapidated to me, and I noticed that only about a third of the lights in the parking lot were illuminated.

The pizza restaurant was located between the laundry mat and the comic book store. I found a place to park, pulling in next to a large, bright blue late 60s or early 70s American-made convertible. I thought it might be a Buick, but I was not sure. After seeing the incredibly large doors of the old car, I backed out and parked in a spot further away, even though it meant being out in the bitter cold a few steps longer. I could only imagine the damage one of those huge doors could do to my car had someone carelessly flung one open. 

As I exited my car and hurried toward Joe's Pizza Shack, I saw a man quickly leave the pawnshop and rush two doors down to the bail bondsman. As I quickened my step toward the door of the restaurant, I wondered if that were a common occurrence, and if such occurrences were the reason for the pawn shop being located in this strip mall.

Inside, the pizza place was warm, and the delicious smell of baking pizza hung in the air, but I was amazed to find that the inside of the restaurant was not as much brighter than outside as I might have expected. It appeared that only about half of the lights in the restaurant were on. As I walked through the gloomy corridor between two rows of booths, I activated my phone. Although I knew what Jessi's text had indicated, I still read it as I walked toward the back of the restaurant. 

"In booth - back left," she had written, and sure enough, that is where she was. 

The booths had high-backed benches, making it impossible to see if a particular booth was occupied until one was almost beside it, especially if the person in the booth was sitting with his or her back to the front of the restaurant, as Jessi was. I did not even know if she was in the booth until I was right alongside her. 

"Hi Jessi," I said as I slid into the booth so that I was sitting opposite of her, the table between us. Jessi was wearing a large, green sweater and her red glasses, which I had not seen at all the prior two times we had been together. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she wore little to no makeup. She looked very pretty, but also quite young. Had I not known better, I might have thought her a teenager. 

"Hi Mark," she said, our eyes meeting before she dropped hers. 

It was obvious why Jessi had asked to meet here, at Joe's Pizza Shack. Not only was it dimly lit and sparsely populated, but the way the booths were constructed and arranged gave us almost complete privacy. Unless someone sat in the booth across the way from us, no one would be able to see Jessi at all without coming back to where we sat, and I doubted anyone could even see me unless they were within a few yards of our booth.

"I ordered the pizza already," she told me, glancing up at me briefly. "I got peperoni, onion, pineapple and half jalapeno -- I remembered that you said that'd be the perfect pizza."

"I did say that, didn't I?" I commented, smiling at the young blonde woman sitting across from me even as I wondered what I would do about the jalapenos. When she had offered me cold pizza our first evening together, I had told her that jalapenos would have made her peperoni, onion and pineapple pizza perfect, but my comment was not meant as an expression of a true preference; rather, it had been intended as a way of heading toward a joke about her being both sweet and hot. However, Jessi had commented on the sweet and hot aspect before I had the chance to say anything, thus nullifying my attempt at humor. I had never told her that I had meant it to be playful.

"Yes," she replied. "The pizza I had then was from Joe's."

"Do you come here often?" I asked. 

"Sometimes," she shrugged. "It's nice and private back here. But usually I just pick it up and take it home. My apartment's just a few blocks around the corner."

Jessi had looked at me once while she was talking, but the rest of the time she looked down at the table. I could tell she was nervous. I did not know whether her nervousness was caused by being with me at the restaurant, by the conversation we had come here to have, or by some combination of the two. I wanted to reach out and take her hands to comfort her, but she had put them in her lap while she spoke. Instead, I nodded and smiled at her when she was done speaking. 

Several seconds went by, and it seemed as if Jessi was not going to say anything else. She did not look at me even once during that time, and her hands remained out of view. Unfortunately, I was struggling to find any words myself, and I was worried we would just remain sitting in silence, despite the fact that both of us had indicated, not more than an hour before, that we wanted to talk to each other. 

We were saved when a voice came through the speaker above us. 

"Jessi, sweetie, your pizza is ready," the male voice said. 

Jessi looked up at me, and for the first time that evening, she locked her eyes with mine in that somewhat disconcerting, typically Jessi stare. 

"Would you mind going and getting the pizza, Mark?" she requested. "Please?"

"Sure," I agreed, standing up.

"Tell Joe you need a glass for your drink too," she added. 

"Okay," I told her, walking toward the front of the restaurant, wondering about Joe. Jessi had told me she only really connected with other people through sex, but she seemed quite familiar with whoever Joe was, and furthermore, he had called her sweetie. As I approached the counter, I could feel the jealousy creeping through me. I imagined Joe as a young man, one who likely could better keep up with a sexually aggressive twenty-year-old than I could. 

"I am here for Jessi's pizza," I told the very large man at the counter. 

Joe, as it turned out, was a 6'5", 350 pound Samoan man in his late thirties or so. He grinned at me and said, "You the one Jessi was waitin' for, huh?"

"Yes," I replied. As I was not sure what else to say, I asked him for a glass for my drink. 

Joe set a red plastic cup, two plates, and a handful of parmesan cheese and crushed red pepper packets on the pizza box that he handed to me. He then grinned again. 

"I don't know how you did it," he confided with a wink. "It took me almost two years just to get her to say more than 'hi', and that had taken a couple of months itself. She just recently started giving me a smile or two. I never thought I'd see her eat with anyone else. When she said she was waiting for a date here tonight, I thought my hearing was going." 

"We just hit it off, I guess," I told him self-consciously, wondering what the big man was thinking about the age difference between the blonde and me. 

"Okay. Well, have a good dinner, man," he said as he headed back into the kitchen. 

After I took the pizza to the table, I went back to the front of the store to fill my glass and also to top off Jessi's drink. I selected ice tea for me, and I added more cola to Jessi's glass. When I returned to the table, I found Jessi had put two slices of pizza on my plate as well as one on her own. The slices she had given me had several jalapeno pieces each.

"Thank you," I said as I handed her the now full glass. 

"Thank you, Mark," Jessi replied, and for the first time since I had arrived, I saw a small smile cross her pretty face. 

"So you are not going home for either Christmas or New Year's?" I asked her after I had taken a bite of my pizza and doused my mouth with tea, which did not help as well as the milk had the night before when Jessika had served me her grandmother's chili seared chicken.

The young blonde shook her head before saying, "No. I don't go home for Christmas."

Remembering she had mentioned some problems with her mother the last time we were together, I decided not to bring up her family again. Instead, I resolved to invite her to spend some time with me. 

"I am not doing anything for the holidays either, so we could always find something to do together," I suggested, and as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I regretted the way I had phrased them. I did not want Jessi to think she was just an alternative to being alone for me. 

Jessi stared at me as she chewed a bite of her pizza. I was not sure whether to go on our wait for her to finishing chewing, so I decided to take another bite of pizza myself. Unfortunately, I must have bit off several jalapenos in that bite because I had to swallow quickly and gulp down my tea to try to ease the burn. Even after drinking nearly the entire glass, my mouth was still on fire and my eyes were watering. 

"Too hot?" Jessi asked, obviously concerned. 

"I just need some more tea," I managed to tell her before I stood up and hurried to the front of the restaurant. Once at the drink station, I filled my cup, drank it all down, and then filled it again before heading back to the table. 

I picked the jalapenos off the slice and a half of pizza left on my plate, and if Jessi thought this was odd, she did not say anything. In fact, she looked to be deep in thought. 

"So, what do you think?" I inquired. 

"I don't know," she replied, staring at the partially consumed slice of pizza on her plate before whispering, "I think I am too slutty for you."

"About that..." I started, but Jessi looked up at me, her vivid blue eyes full of pain and doubt, and held my gaze. She looked so sad and so vulnerable that I was not able to finish my thought.

"I know that I am," she told me, still staring. "So, I'm not sure why you want to spend time with me, unless you want me to be a slut."

"I just want you to be yourself, Jessi," I assured her, taken aback by the sudden turn our conversation had taken, even though I had been worried about this very issue since Jessika and I had talked the night before. It was important for me to let Jessi know that I was not just with her for sex, but I also wanted her to know that I did not think poorly of her because of the sexual activities in which we had engaged. However, I was not sure how to say any of that, and my indecision let Jessi keep talking. 

"But it turned you on when I was talking about other girls," she pointed out, and I wondered where her hesitancy in discussing this topic had gone. She had been barely able to even speak about it on the phone earlier, but now she was staring me down and talking matter-of-factly. 

"It did, Jessi," I admitted, wanting to be as honest and open with the young woman as I could be. "And I thought it turned you on as well. And it was fun to think about..."

"Is that what you want?" she demanded, interrupting me, and something blazed in those blue eyes that was neither hurt nor doubt. 

"I had not thought about it before then, when you mentioned your experiences with other women," I said, trying to figure out how to move the conversation back to where I wanted it to be. "It is arousing to think about it, but I it is not anything I would say I actively want."

The young blonde continued to stare, causing me to blink several times. I was just about to try to explain how nothing we had done had caused me to think less of her when I saw the fire in her blue eyes dim to a simmer. Jessi also noticeably relaxed; she had been leaning forward as we spoke, but now she sat back. Finally, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out with a sigh. 

As she sat there, eyes closed, I asked, "Were you angry about this when I left Saturday morning?"

"Yes," the blonde breathed, eyes still closed. "I could barely look at you. But when you blew the kiss to me, I felt it start to go away, my anger that is. Then when you were gone, and I started worrying about it all."

"I think I understand why it upset you, Jessi," I told her. "But why did you believe that I would think you were, umm... a... umm... slut. I do not think that about you."

Jessi opened her eyes, and I could see incipient tears forming in the corners of them. At that point, I no longer wanted to talk about any of this. All I wanted was to take the young woman in my arms and hold her, to reassure her that I did not think poorly of her. 

"Nice girls don't talk about those things," she sniffed, her tears now fully realized. "So, when we were in the shower, I wanted you to do to me what I deserved, since I am not a nice girl, and when you did, that tuned me on so much I got myself off, and that made me feel even worse."

"I am sorry, Jessi," I apologized, while trying to make sure I heard and understood what she was saying. 

"Why're you sorry, Mark?" she asked, a confused look clouding her face. "I'm the one who is fucked up."

"Everyone is, Jessi," I asserted, "just differently. And I am sorry because I did not realize what was going on. No, it is more than that. I enjoyed it all, even though I should have known it was bothering you, and I am sorry for that."

"I enjoyed it too, even though it was tearing me up," she admitted, looking down again, her cheeks now burning red. "That's part of why I am so worried about it. I can only imagine what you think of me."

"I think you are an exciting, vibrant, incredibly sexy woman, and I believe that I am lucky to be able to be with you like this," I declared.

Jessi looked up at me and sniffed, and I saw that her eyes were mainly dry again. A small smile appeared as she held my gaze.

"So, is that just a nicer way of saying that you like it that I am a slut?" she asked, what might have been amusement shining in her eyes. 

"Ummm... I would not... uh...." was all I managed to say. 

"I am going to pay for the pizza and take my part of it home," the young blonde woman announced before standing up.

I watched her walk to the front of the restaurant, so dumbfounded that I barely noticed how nicely her jeans clung to her small but well-formed rear end. Just when I thought we might have been close to understanding one another, she was withdrawing again. My mind was in overdrive, trying to figure out something to say to get her to stay, but I came up with nothing. So, when she came back to the booth, I just sat there while she put what remained of her half of the pizza in a box she had brought back with her before she grabbed her coat from her side of the booth. I stood up, opened my mouth to speak, and was completely blindsided when Jessi, now swaddled in a large, black coat, hugged me. After a couple of heartbeats, I hugged her back while enjoying the smell of strawberries emanating from her soft hair. A few more heartbeats later, Jessi broke the hug. Looking up into my eyes, she put her hand on my neck and pulled my lips to hers for a quick kiss, after which she smiled and winked. Then she grabbed her pizza, turned, and walked away without another word. I wanted to call her back, but all I could do is stand and watch her leave. It was only after she had walked out the door that I realized I should have at least offered to pay for half the pizza. 

Hurrying from the restaurant to my car, the box with the remainder of my half of the pizza in my hand, I noticed that the big convertible was gone, and I wondered if it belonged to me slender blonde enigma. It seemed like it would be too much car for her, but somehow it also fit. The twenty-year-old blonde was a walking, talking bundle of contradictions.

I was back home, enjoying a piece of pizza (from which I had removed the jalapenos) when my phone buzzed with an incoming message. I was hoping it was from Jessi, as I felt we really had not resolved anything. However, it was a message form Jessika telling me she had arrived at her parents' house. We texted back and forth for a few minutes about how she was feeling (she told me it was better but she was not planning a repeat performance for a while) and about her happiness at being home for Christmas with her family (her parents had surprised her by having one of her sisters and her brother there as well). 

After texting with Jessika, I thought I might try to do a bit more work on the short story I had started revising and was now rewriting, I had just sat down at my computer when a new message arrived. This one was from Jessi, and for the first time in several days, it was a media content only message. When I clicked on the link, a picture of a smiling Jessi wearing a tight black t-shirt popped up on my screen. Emblazoned across her modest bosom was the word 'Slut' in ornate, pink script. 

A few seconds later, Jessi texted, "I want 2b ur slut since u r ok w/that."

I read and reread her short message. I knew I should try to formulate a response, but I was still just staring at my screen when another text from Jessi appeared. 

"Id luv to spend xmas w/u," she wrote. "wanna come to my apt?"

"How about we spend it at my house. I do not have decorations up, but we could do that tomorrow -- Christmas Eve -- and then you could spend the night and be here Christmas morning" I responded. I had decided at that point it was better to not address her earlier picture and text message. 

A few seconds later, my phone rang with an incoming call from the young blonde.

"Hi Jessi," I said when I answered the phone. 

"Hi," she replied, then in a rush said, "I'm not sure about coming to your house..."

"Jessi," I interrupted, "I would love for you to come over. I will make you a Christmas Eve dinner, and then we can decorate a little -- I brought some stuff in from the garage a couple of weeks back but never put it up."

"Ummm... it is a little... uh...scary for me," she admitted in a quiet voice.

"I promise you will be safe," I responded. "I would not hurt you."

"I'm not worried about you, Mark," she proclaimed, her voice suddenly sure. "I mean, I'm not worried about you hurting me." 

"Then what...?" I started, but Jessi cut me off. 

"Coming to your house, decorating, planning to spend the night," she clarified. "It's all kinda scary. I don't do stuff like that."

"Would it help if I told you I wanted you to come over so I could fuck your brains out?" I blurted out, exasperated by the entire situation. 

I did not know what to expect from Jessi after I said that, but the snicker I heard coming from the phone would not have been high on my list. 

"Fuck yes, it would help," she laughed. "That I get."

I shook my head, wondering, not for the first time, whether I would ever understand the young woman. Just hours before, she had cried because she was afraid that I might think she was a slut. Now she was fully embracing it and laughing about it. 

"Okay, let's do it this way -- you come over to my house, we will have sex, and then we will see about putting up the decorations," I suggested, not quite believing that I was saying what I was saying. 

"I will be there, Mr. Warner," the young woman proclaimed. "Tell me when and where."

***

At a quarter before 7:00 the next evening, I opened the door to find Jessi standing on my porch, her soft blonde hair, her voluminous black coat, and a purple duffle bag all covered with a dusting of snow. I said hello to her as she entered my house, but Jessi did not respond. The lovely blonde walked into my living room, set her bag down, turned around to face me, and dropped her coat to the floor just as I looked around from shutting and locking the door. I felt my mouth fall open as I stared at the young woman standing in front of me. The only thing she was wearing was a black collar with the word 'SLUT' written in metal studs on the front of it. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 06



As I stood rooted in place, unable to move or speak, the naked blonde dropped to her hands and knees and crawled to me. I could not tear my eyes away from the view of her hips as they swayed while she crawled, or the way her shapely breasts hung beneath her. By the time she travelled the few feet between us, my penis had grown rock hard. 

As Jessi knelt upright in front of me, so that her face was level with my groin, I undid and pulled down my jeans, along with my underwear, so that my erection was now free. Without preamble, the blonde pulled my penis to her mouth and planted a kiss on the tip of it before sucking it deep into her expert mouth. Soon, her elfin nose was buried against my pubic hair after she took my entire erect penis inside her mouth and throat. 

Jessi continued deep throating me for a couple of minutes, letting my penis almost all the way out before driving herself back down to the root of my manhood. Almost before I realized it was happening, I reached my climax and ejaculated down her throat. Well, the first couple of spurts went down her throat -- for the rest, she pulled back until only a couple of inches of my penis were in her mouth, and then she applied incredible suction to drain the rest of my semen from me. 

When I was spent, the sexy blonde slowly let my now-overly sensitive penis slip from her lips. Then, as she had done the first time we were together, Jessi opened her mouth, showing me the contents. To my surprise, my penis responded to the sight of her tongue covered with my semen, and I could feel my arousal already building again. I actually groaned aloud when she made a big show of swallowing it all. 

"Kiss me, please," she breathed when she was finished, the first words she had said to me since arriving. 

I readily complied with her request. Leaning over, I took her face between my hands and kissed her long and deep, my tongue probing her mouth. When our kiss broke, the young blonde continued kneeling in front of me, her eyes closed, a smile gracing her delicate features. After a few moments, Jessi opened her eyes, locked them on mine, and lay back on the floor, her legs spread. 

"Lick my pussy please, Mr. Warner," she begged, her hands now squeezing her perfect breasts as she looked up at me from the floor.

"Wouldn't you be more comfortable on the bed or the couch," I inquired, but the blonde vigorously shook her head even before I was finished with the question. 

"No, Mr. Warner," she moaned. "Sluts get it on the floor, hard and dirty."

Believing that whatever was going on was something Jessi needed to do, I stripped off my clothes, got down on my knees, moved between her legs, and leaned forward until my face was mere inches from her shaven pussy. I could see that her labia, glistening with her own juices, were swollen with her arousal. Using my fingers to spread her open, I lowered my tongue to her engorged clitoris and began to lick. The slender blonde moaned and thrust her hips up at me. As she did so, I looked up at her and saw that she was pinching and twisting her own small, dusty pink nipples. 

It took only a few minutes of licking and lightly sucking on her clit for Jessi to lift her hips off the floor as her body became rigid and her breathing grew heavy. "Oh fuck yes, Mr. Warner," she whispered before a long, low moan escaped her lips. Realizing she was in the midst of an orgasm, I slid my fingers inside of her pussy, felt it clamp down on them, and heard Jessi's moans intensify. 

But rather than reducing or stopping my tongue's attention to her most sensitive of areas, I picked up speed instead. I knew from the last time that I had licked her to orgasm that I could keep going and pretty quickly bring her to a second. However, Jessi reached down, grabbed my hair, and moved my face away from her clit. 

"Fuck me now, Mr. Warner," she pleaded. "Ram your cock inside of me!"

"Turn over," I growled, and the young woman immediately complied. She was now lying on her stomach on my living room floor. Reaching down, I firmly grabbed her hips and pulled her up so that she was up on her knees, although her chest and head were still on the floor. But since I wanted her up on all fours, I grabbed her soft, blonde hair and pulled her up by it until she had to use her arms to lift her torso off the ground. 

When she was completely up on her hands and knees, I gave her small rear end a couple of swats before I moved her legs apart, giving me access to her vulva. Then, one hand still entwined in her blonde hair, I positioned myself behind her, pushing my erection to the entrance of her dripping pussy. 

"Oh fuck yes, Mr. Warner. Violate your little slut's wet hole," she moaned. 

I reached my hand up so that both of my hands were now in her blonde hair, and I thrust deep inside of her, making her yelp then moan. 

"Oh God... oh God... it fucking feels so fucking good," she rasped, her breathing growing uneven. "Fuck!"

"That is what I am doing, slut -- fucking your tight little pussy," I snarled, and Jessi moaned and thrust her rear back against me. It was not until later, when I had time to reflect, that I was bothered by my own words and tone. 

"Do you like how tight it is, Mr. Warner?" she breathed. 

"Yes, Jessi. I love how tight you are," I admitted as I began to thrust in and out of her with increasing rapidity. "Do you like me pulling your hair while I fuck you like you are a little whore?"

"God yes!" she yelped as I pulled harder and twisted her blonde locks. "Yes, yes, yes, oh fuck yes."

I was now slamming into the slender young woman repeatedly, causing her whole body to shake each time I buried my shaft deep inside her wetness. Neither of us were talking now -- I was grunting with each thrust, and Jessi was grunting as I slammed into her, then moaning or whimpering as I pulled back. 

"Oooooohhhhhh ffffffuuuuuucccccckkkkkk..." the now perspiration drenched blonde groaned, followed by a long moan that rose and fell as her body shuddered. After a few seconds, she went rigid and her tight pussy constricted around my shaft. I had intended to keep going when she climaxed, but I found I could not easily do so -- she was too tight. 

I let her now damp hair fall from my fingers, as we stayed as we were: the blonde was on her hands and knees, her head hanging as she breathed heavily; I was above her, covered with sweat, my shaft buried inside her as spasms in her tight pussy rhythmically clamped onto my rock hard member. At that point, I remembered that the same thing had happened after the intense orgasm she experienced while riding me the first time we were together, and I was quite sure I would not be finishing inside of her pussy. I started to withdraw from her slowly, but doing so brought Jessi's full attention back to me. 

"Stop, don't," she moaned. "Keep it in me, please."

I did as she asked, although I was not sure where we were headed with this. As her breathing came back under control, the spasms in her pussy lessened. Slowly, she began moving forward and then backward against me, and I was surprised to find she was still damp. I started to thrust in time with her, but she shook her head. 

"No, let me do this," she said. "At least for right now. Okay?"

"Okay," I agreed, keeping myself still as she started again to move slowly forward and back.

"Tell me something really dirty you would like to do to me, Mr. Warner," she requested.

I was not sure what to say, but then the picture she had sent of her in her cat costume floated into my mind. 

"Fuck you in your cat costume," I told her, prompting a low moan from the sexy blonde. 

"My pussy or my mouth?" she asked, her voice quavering as she did so. 

"Your mouth," I answered, before adding, "Both."

"Would you just ram it down my throat when you fuck my mouth, Mr. Warner?" she continued. 

"Yes," I replied, and it was all I could do from grabbing her hips and thrusting into her, hard. 

"Would you like to shove my head back against a wall while you fuck it?" she went on, taking it all another step further. 

"Yes," I breathed, imagining her head held still against a wall as I thrust in and out of her soft, wet mouth. "Fuck yes."

Jessi moaned and began moving quicker. As she did so, I realized she was now wetter and not quite as tight. Still, I waited, figuring she would tell me when she wanted me to begin to thrust. Not only that, I was enjoying the feel of her pushing back against me, then pulling forward before again pushing back.

"Would you cum in a bowl and make me lick it up, like I was a cat and it was cream," she managed to ask between ragged breaths. 

I remembered her text from several days back, telling me that she would lap up all the cream, and I really understood what she meant now. I had thought then that she just meant licking it off me. Now I realized she had meant actually drinking it from something. I almost climaxed just from the thought of that, but I managed to hold back. 

"Yes I would, kitty," I breathed. 

"Fuck me now, Mr. Warner," she moaned, and I needed no further encouragement. 

I grabbed her hips and began ramming into her as hard as I could. At that point, I did not care if she experienced another orgasm -- I just wanted to climax inside her tight, warm pussy. And it did not take long. Probably less than a three minutes after I had taken over, I pushed as far inside her as I could and held her hips tight as I exploded. 

I was breathing hard and was lost in my own pleasure, so I did not notice at first that the young blonde was herself in the throes of another orgasm. However, I felt the spasms around my now softening penis, and I realized that her rigid body was again covered with a sheen of sweat. 

"Did you climax, Jessi?" I asked, wanting to make sure. 

"Oh yes, I came," she whispered. "And I can't wait to do that for real -- licking up your cum from a bowl after you ravish my mouth."

"That... that made you... made you..." I stammered, suddenly self-conscious. 

"Cum?" she supplied. "Yes, it made me cum. Well, that and your thick cock being slammed into me."

Realizing that I would soon be completely soft, I pulled my penis from the warmth of Jessi's pussy and stood up. The young blonde pushed herself up on her knees, then climbed to her feet as well, her back to me. I grabbed her hips, pulled her close, and then slid my hands up to her firm breasts, squeezing each as I began to kiss her shoulders. 

"That was amazing, Jessi," I whispered in her ear.

"You were amazing, Mark," she replied, as she pushed her body back against me. 

Then, slowly, Jessi pulled away from me, turned around, and threw her arms around my neck before drawing me in for a kiss. I placed my hands on her small but shapely derriere and drew her tightly against me again. 

"I like your choker," I told her, when we had surfaced from a long kiss. 

"It is a collar and you know it, Mr. Warner," she teased. 

"I like your collar," I corrected myself. 

"You like your sluts in collars, do you?" she asked, grinning. 

"Oh yes," I teased her back. "Especially when the collar labels the slut as such."

Jessi dropped her eyes, and I saw the red creep into her cheeks, but I could also see she was smiling. 

"I need to go clean up," she announced, suddenly pulling away from me. 

She grabbed her duffle bag from where she had set it near the entryway of my house, then asked, "Where is your bathroom?" 

I pointed out the guest bathroom to Jessi and then watched her walk away, her bare bottom a mesmerizing vision.

About fifteen minutes later, I was dressed in sweats and Jessi emerged from the bathroom dressed as one of Santa's elf -- if that elf had been moonlighting as a prostitute. A green, white fur-trimmed bikini barely covered her modest breasts, and a tiny green miniskirt was just long enough to cover her smoothly shaven pussy. Long, red and green striped stockings came up to her mid-thigh, leaving a strip of white flesh between the hem of the skirt and the top of the stockings. On her head, the blonde wore a novelty elf hat, complete with pointed ears. The collar was gone, but I did not really miss it given what she was wearing now.

"Wow," I managed as my eyes devoured her. 

The sexy blonde elf smiled and then turned in a circle. Only a pair of tied strings held her bikini top together in the back. I also noticed that her short skirt did not fall low enough to hide the bottom of her shapely butt. Against all expectations, the sight of her caused my penis to stiffen almost immediately, and I heard my own respiration grow more rapid. 

"Let's decorate that tree, Mark," she smiled, her eyes lingering on mine, and for the first time since I had met her, I did not find her overlong stare even a little bit disconcerting. 

After I made a couple of sandwiches (the dinner I had planned would have taken too long, so we decided to skip it), we started in on the tree. We had been decorating it for nearly an hour when I could not take it any longer. During that time, we had laughed, flirted, and "accidently" touched each other several times. But what finally did it for me was when Jessi leaned over to retrieve a hook she had dropped and her skirt rose up enough I could clearly tell she was not wearing even a thong. I set down the box of ornaments I was holding, moved behind her, lifted her skirt all the way, and massaged her now bare, white bottom. 

"If you do that now, Mr. Warner, we won't finish the tree," she scolded me, but she remained bent over, and she did not resist when I moved my fingers between her legs and up into her pussy. 

"You are wet, Jessi," I told her as I reached my other hand around to her chest, pushed up her skimpy top, and squeezed one of her perky breasts. When I brought the fingers that had been playing with her wet pussy up to her lips, she slowly licked them clean, moaning as she did so. 

I was so turned on that I thought about taking her right there, or maybe pushing her up against the wall, but I wanted to face her rather than do it again from behind. I withdrew my hands, and the sexy blonde straightened up and faced me. It looked like she wanted to kiss me, but I ducked down, lifted her off her feet, and threw her over my shoulder. 

"Mark," she cried as I carried her to the bedroom, dropped her on my bed, pushed up her skirt, and buried my face in her wet pussy.

"You can't just keep picking me up and throwing me on the bed whenever you want to lick me, Mr. Warner," she chided me. 

In the heat of the moment, I had not remembered that I had done the same thing to her our first time together, but her words brought it back to me. As I thought about that, it occurred to me that several parallels existed, some of which I had noticed and some of which I had not, between that night and tonight. 

"Don't stop though," Jessi complained, and I realized that I had been so distracted by my realization that I had stopped licking her.

"Sorry," I mumbled, and I again set my tongue to her sensitive clit, causing her to moan and grasp my hair in her hands, but I began thinking about how I might break away from another repeat of that first night. 

"Scoot up the bed," I told her, and as she did so, I climbed between her legs. 

As I positioned myself to enter her, I leaned forward and kissed her. Then, with one thrust, I was buried inside her. Jessi yelped and then stared at me, her eyes blue flames. 

"Fuck me, Mr. Warner," she growled, and I was happy to comply. 

I straightened up so that I was kneeling between her legs. Grabbing each ankle, I split those slender legs wide and began pounding my shaft into her wet pussy. Jessi continued to stare at me as she grabbed her breast with her left hand and reached down with her right hand to rub her clitoris. As I watched her finger herself with one hand and torture her breasts and nipples with the other, I pushed her legs even wider apart, my thrusting increasing in tempo and force. Soon, Jessi began rubbing her clit faster as she bucked her hips against my thrusts. Her other hand had dropped from her breast and was now clutching the sheet beside her.

"Harder, harder," she begged. Then her eyes fluttered closed, and the sexy blonde let out an undulating moan. Next, a shudder ran through her body before her muscles tensed and her right hand fell to her side. 

I did not slow down at all, even as I saw her face flush and felt her pussy tighten around me. Suddenly, her eyes flew open and she emitted a surprised grunt before she shuddered and tensed again, her mouth open, almost inhuman moans the only noise issuing from between her parted lips. And still, I kept her legs spread wide and continued moving in and out of her unrelentingly, even as more vaginal spasms gripped my shaft. 

Just as the pretty blonde had begun to relax and had closed her eyes again, they snapped back open, and she twisted the sheets in both hands as several shudders ran through her slender yet feminine frame. 

"Fuck!" she screamed. Her eyes rolled back, and she arched her neck and whimpered until the shuddering subsided. 

"Fuck," she repeated as she went limp beneath me. 

As she lay still, the young blonde's pussy was still spasmodically tightening around me. However, since she was also still plenty lubricated, I did not let off. I was starting to get too close, and I knew if I stopped I might not be able to orgasm at all until later. I did decide I wanted to change my position somewhat, so I let go of Jessi's ankles and dropped her slender legs before leaning forward so that my arms were on either side of her. My hair was so soaked with sweat that some dripped on the equally sweaty blonde beneath me, but I continued to drive into her hard. 

Jessi, her eyes still closed, suddenly bucked beneath me as she moaned hoarsely, then her body tensed yet again. This time was too much for me, and a few more thrusts were all I needed to reach my own climax inside of her. I was surprised at the strength of my own orgasm, although I did not think I really ejaculated all that much. After I finished, I had to roll off of Jessi because my arms suddenly felt weak, and I did not want to collapse on top of her. 

As I lay beside the young woman, I tried to catch my breath -- I had not even realized how winded I was until I had stopped. I also listened to Jessi's breathing regularize from a ragged panting to rhythmic, deep breathing. For a few seconds, I wondered if she had passed out, but then she turned her head toward me, reached out, and ran her fingers along my cheek. 

"What... was... that...?" she managed to say between deep breaths. 

"I think you may have had an orgasm," I teased her as I reached out to her face and brushed back a few strands of damp blonde hair. She closed her eyes and smiled.

"Had... four..." she corrected me, her eyes still closed. 

"Or maybe... maybe... on big... long one..." she reconsidered.

I turned on my side, kissed Jessi's lips softly, and rolled her over so that her back was facing me. I then snuggled up close behind her, as we had done when I stayed overnight at her apartment. With one hand I played with her damp hair as I rubbed her side with the other. 

"Don't know if it was one or four," she murmured. 

"Does it really matter as long as it felt good," I asked her, which prompted what sounded like a satisfied sigh from the blonde woman lying beside me. 

"Only so I can tell you what I want when I want you to do it again," she whispered sleepily. 

I few seconds later, after I thought she had gone to sleep, she mumbled something that sounded like, "It's not right, Mr. Warner. You can't make one equal four and four equal one. The numbers won't like that. It is not who they are."

"What Jessi?" I asked softly, as I was unsure what exactly she had said, but she did not respond. She had really fallen asleep. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 06



TO BE CONTINUED...



A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 07



Jessi, my sexy, twenty-year-old lover, drifted off to sleep after experiencing what might have been one long orgasm or four small orgasms. As her breathing regularized, I looked at the clock. It was almost 11:00pm, but I was not tired at all, which surprised me since I had climaxed three times in the last four hours. I waited a few minutes to make sure the young woman was sleeping well, and then I got out of bed, pulled my sweats back on, and quietly left the bedroom. 

As much as I had enjoyed my evening with my young former student, I worried that we might have made things worse – that I may have made things worse – by playing into Jessi's self-identification as a 'slut'. Particularly concerning to me were the words I had used for her and for what we had done. While I objectively knew that what I had said to Jessi had been no worse than things I had said to Jessika, my other lover, while she and I were together, it felt different because I knew Jessi viewed herself, and what we did, differently from how Jessika viewed it. I tried to push these thoughts to the side as I put away the decorations we had not used on the tree, but my mind did not let me do so. 

"You are feeding her belief that she is a slut and that is all she is or will ever be," my conscience nagged me. "It is just what she expects."

"She is comfortable with that," I told myself. "She can handle the emotions she feels in that context. She is having trouble with feeling other emotions – those outside of that context."

"You are not helping her," my conscience countered. "You are just making sure you can still have sex with her."

And if I were honest with myself, that was the real problem with which I was wrestling. Sex with Jessi was too incredible to just give up, but making sure it continued involved either perpetuating her belief that she was only worthy of casual sex, or one or both of us battling our own emotions. Everything was much easier with Jessika. We both knew who we were, and we knew where we stood with each other. If the thirty-one-year-old brunette wanted to be called a slut and be treated like one, and if I called her that and treated her that way, we both understood such things were within the context of sex and did not impact our friendship otherwise. 

However, even Jessika had admitted that her relationship with me was not the norm for her. Just a couple of days past, she had told me that she had, before me, always worried that men would think less of her if she was sexually more adventurous. That conversation with my curvy, brunette paramour had opened my eyes to the issues I was having in relating to Jessi. I now believed the young blonde was having trouble reconciling the raw, dirty sex we had, a type of sex to which she was accustomed, with feelings that were alien to her. 

Unfortunately, it was becoming clear that I did not have any idea how to speak to Jessi about any of this. When I had tried to talk with her about these exact matters at dinner the night before, instead of being assured that my regard for her was not tied to the type of sex we had, the younger woman had reverted to identifying herself, in her own words, as a slut, and believing that is what I wanted from her. 

"And you are benefiting from her self-esteem issues," my conscience accused. "Because it provides you with sexual access to a twenty-year-old woman, you are willing to play along with her deleterious self-identification."

I sat down heavily on my couch and hid my face in my hands, letting my thoughts overwhelm me. Could I really be such an asshole? Was I encouraging a young woman to continue to think poorly of herself because it was a way I could continue to fuck her? Had I really tried to help her reconcile her feelings, or had I given up when I was presented with an easier way to continue to get what I wanted? 

I was startled out of my self-recrimination by a soft voice calling me. I looked up and saw Jessi standing in the doorway of my bedroom, looking at me. The comforter from my bed was wrapped around her, and she looked small and delicate in its bulk. 

"Jessi," I said, standing up, "I was just cleaning up."

"Okay," she replied, looking down. "I woke up and did not know where you were. Sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" I asked. Her flat demeanor incited in me the fear that she had either withdrawn or was about to do so. 

"I didn't mean to interrupt," she explained with a shrug. 

"You are not interrupting," I assured her as I walked up to her, lifted her chin with my fingers, and kissed her. 

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" my conscience screamed at me, but I ignored it, burying my fears and doubts.

The slender blonde's blue eyes met mine, and this time, I was the one who held the stare too long. I was trying to read what she was feeling and thinking. 

"I missed you... in the bed..." she whispered, and her eyes dropped again.

"Okay. I will come back to bed soon," I told her. "I am a little hungry, so I am going to get a snack first."

"I'm a little hungry too," the blonde responded, looking up at me again. "Maybe we can have a snack together?"

I agreed and started toward the kitchen. 

"Can you hand me my bag first, Mark?" Jessi asked. "I want to put something on."

"Sure, although I think you look fantastic naked," I teased her as I looked for her bag. 

Jessi's eyes widened, then she looked down as her face flushed crimson. 

Desperate to change the subject, I said." Um, I do not see your bag. Did you...?"

"Shit! It is in the bathroom," she blurted out, and then, still red-faced, she hurried to the guest bathroom. I thought about following her to apologize for embarrassing her, although I did not understand why she was even so embarrassed. This was the young woman who had sent a naked picture of herself to me before we were ever intimate, not to mention that we had seen each other naked several times now. Furthermore, the first time we were together I had suggested that her bare chest was better to look at than mine, and she had reacted matter-of-factly to my comment then rather than becoming embarrassed. 

"What is different this time?" I wondered aloud. 

"She is more vulnerable right now," my conscience piped in. "She woke up alone, when she had expected you to be there, and then you kissed her like she was more than just a slut to warm your bed. What is she supposed to think when you act so crass towards her after that?"

"Shit!" I whispered as I started toward the hall down which the bathroom was located. However, I had only taken a couple of steps when Jessi appeared, her purple duffle in hand. 

The young blonde was wearing a red plaid flannel button-up sleep shirt that looked a size or two small for her. While it definitely fell lower on her thigh than the skirt she had worn with the sexy elf costume, it still was not any longer than a typical miniskirt, thus it revealed quite a bit of her soft, creamy legs. And it was not just the shortness of the sleep shirt that made me think it was too small for her. Even with her modest bosom, the flannel was stretched tight across her chest. 

Jessi smiled at me as she walked to the middle of the living room and dropped her duffle bag on a chair. As she had while wearing the elf costume, the pretty blonde turned in a circle so I could look at all sides of her. However, this time it all felt very different. I did not think she was trying to entice me; rather, I had the impression she was just showing off what she was wearing. 

"Do you like it?" she asked. "I have worn it every Christmas since I was ten. Even the last couple that I spent alone."

"It looks very comfortable," I pointed out, not sure what else to say.

"It is a little tight across my tits," she admitted. "And it is a bit short, but I love it." 

"You look beautiful in it, Jessi," I told her softly. 

As the young woman stood in front of me, mouth agape, vivid blue eyes locked on mine, I realized I had been foolish to believe the intensity of her stare could no longer disconcert me. I could not look away, but every second the awkwardness of the situation increased exponentially. I opened my mouth to speak, but I could not even manage an "uh" or an "um."

After what seemed like ages, but was likely only seconds, Jessi finally blinked, and all the tension that had been building fell away. A huge smile spread across her pretty face, and the happiness shining from her eyes softened their previous intensity. 

Then, suddenly, Jessi was in my arms, the impact of her body against mine causing me to grunt. We stayed that way several seconds, her arms wrapped tight around my waist, her head against my shoulder. There was nothing sexual at all about the hug, nothing suggestive. It was pure emotion. I leaned my head down and kissed the top of her head. When I did so, Jessi looked up at me, with her moist, joyful eyes, and we kissed softly. Jessi then returned her head to my shoulder, and we held the hug a few more moments. 

When Jessi and I finally broke our hug, the pretty blonde grabbed my hand and allowed me to lead her to the kitchen. As I had for dinner, I fixed sandwiches for both of use, and then we sat at my dining room table, eating and chatting about past Christmases. 

We were both surprised when we realized it was after midnight. We had talked for well over an hour without talking about anything that was sexual or contentious. Jessi had talked a bit about her father and things they had done at Christmas, but said almost nothing about her mother, and when she had, it was in the context of when Jessi was a young child. For my part, I barely mentioned any holidays with my ex-wife. Rather, I focused on my own youth and when I was in college. There were no awkward pauses in our discussion, and while Jessi did occasionally hold her stare longer than normal, none of those times were at all disconcerting. Even my conscience, which always seemed overactive around Jessi, had not spoken up at all. 

"Well, it is after midnight. So, Merry Christmas, Jessi," I told her, smiling. 

Jessi returned my smile, and replied, "Merry Christmas to you, Mark."

"We should go back to bed," I suggested. "Otherwise, Santa may not stop here."

"I don't think Santa will stop here anyway, Mr. Warner," my blonde lover countered, a mischievous look in her eyes. "We were awfully naughty earlier."

"Oh, I do not think that is the kind of naughty he is worried about," I replied, feeling just a little silly using the term 'naughty'. 

"Well, just to be on the safe side, we should be good the rest of the night," Jessi suggested, her face earnest. 

"So I cannot unbutton that sleep shirt and make love to you, Jessi?" I asked, realizing as I did so that I was again creating a situation that might lead to her withdrawal. 

"Can you... are you... able?" the blonde asked me, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. 

"I think so," I told her. "I might need some help from you."

The change in the young woman's demeanor was immediate and alarming. Her jaw clenched as she glared at me, eyes blazing in anger, and I took a step back from her. 

"Don't ask me to do what I did last time, Mark!" she snapped. "I am not going down that road again."

It took me several seconds before I realized what she meant – she was not willing to talk with me about fantasies involving other women. I thought it was somewhat unfair that she was angry with me for something she had done of her own volition, but I was not going to argue with her about it. 

"Jessi, I am not going to push you to do anything you do not want to do," I assured her. "And I was not talking about you doing what bothered you last time."

Jessi blinked several times, and I realized the young woman was fighting back tears. But even as she did so, her face and her eyes softened, and she reached out and touched my arm. 

"I'm sorry, Mark," she sniffed. "I just assumed, and I don't even know why I thought... well, I just don't know."

"It is okay, Jessi," I told her. "Really."

The pretty blonde nodded and looked down before trying to ask me a question: "Would it be okay if we, um, just, uh, sat on the couch, and uh, looked at the lights on the, um, tree, instead of, uh, you know..." 

"We can sit and look at the tree, Jessi," I answered, not forcing her to stumble through the rest of a question that was difficult for her to ask. 

"You won't be mad?" she asked, and the timidity in her eyes was heart wrenching. 

"I will not be mad at all, honey," I said, as took her hand and walked her to the couch. 

We sat there for some time, my arm around her shoulder, her head on mine, as we watched the lights on the tree twinkle. We did not speak – we just sat and enjoyed the closeness. After about fifteen minutes or so, I realized the young blonde had drifted off to sleep. I knew I should wake her up so we could go to bed, but I decided to wait just a bit longer. At some point, I drifted off myself. 

I heard a voice call my name and felt a soft hand on my arm, shaking me. I opened my eyes and saw Jessi looking at me, shivering. As I became more aware of my surroundings, I realized it was quite cold. 

"Can we get the comforter?" the young woman asked. "I left it in the bathroom."

"Let's just go to bed," I countered, "and I will get a new one." 

Jessi readily agreed, so we both stood up and hurried to the bedroom. She jumped into bed as I grabbed a new comforter from the closet. I threw it on the bed, and the young woman immediately wrapped it around her. I took a quick side trip to the bathroom, and when I was returning, I saw that it was nearly 2:00am. We had slept on the couch for over an hour. 

Jessi's back was to me when I got into bed, so I snuggled up against her. The blonde sighed contentedly and wiggled against me. Had I not already had three orgasms, I think her movement would have quickly aroused me, even though I was quite sure it was innocent snuggling on her part. As it was, my respiration quickened. To my relief, however, my body was otherwise too spent to respond. I did not think either of us needed the complication of sex at that moment. 

***

When I awoke in the morning, Jessi was still asleep beside me. Carefully moving the comforter aside, I sat up, taking a moment to look down at my blonde lover's face as she slept. 

"She is too young for you," my conscience piped up. 

"She is beautiful," I thought, one again pushing down my doubts. 

I eased out of bed, trying not to wake my lovely bedmate. I quietly left my bedroom and walked down the hall to my home office, where I retrieved a small package I had wrapped the day before. I took it back to the living room and placed it under the tree. After turning on the lights on the tree, I sat down and texted a "Merry Christmas" message to Jessika. Once that was sent, I went back to my bedroom to wake Jessi. 

I lay down beside my blonde lover and murmured, "Merry Christmas, sexy," as I brushed the hair off her neck and kissed it. The sleeping woman moaned and turned over on her stomach, exposing more of her neck for me to kiss. I did just that, while also playing with her soft, but sleep-messed, hair. Soon, Jessi began to stir. 

"That feels nice," she murmured. "If you keep that up, I guarantee you'll get into my pants."

"You are not wearing pants, Jessi," I pointed out.

"No panties either," she snickered. "I'm easy access. Or, maybe I am just easy." 

"You are in a good mood," I commented, although I was a little thrown off by how forward she was. Of course, she had been more forward on other occasions, but it did not comport with her attitude from late the night before. 

While I was musing about her attitude, the young woman rolled over on her side so she was facing me. A contented smile graced her face, but her eyes were blazing. 

"I am anticipating a 'Merry Christmas' fuck," she purred. "Think you can help me, Mr. Warner?"

"Ummm..." 

Before I could figure out what I wanted to say, Jessi sat up beside me, rolled me onto my back, yanked down my sweat pants, leaned over, and took my semi-rigid shaft into her warm, wet mouth. In no time, her lips and tongue brought me to a full erection. As she bobbed her head up and down, sucking and licking me as she did so, I stroked her soft hair. After a minute or so, my blonde fellatrix released my penis from her mouth. Grinning at me, she straddled my hips. 

Slowly, the sexy blonde sitting astride me unbuttoned her flannel night shirt, revealing her perfectly formed breasts and dusty pink nipples. She then leaned forward while lifting her shaven pussy enough so that she was able to place my shaft between her labia. Sitting back, she impaled herself on me, a shiver running through her incredible body and a moan escaping her mouth once I was all the way inside of her. Reaching up, I rubbed her lovely breasts and teased her small, sensitive nipples. Jessi smiled down at me, then closed her eyes and moaned as I lightly pinched and twisted both of her nipples. 

Slowly at first, but steadily picking up speed, the young blonde began to slide up and down on my erection, her tight pussy clinging to me as she did so. Within a few minutes, Jessi was panting and moaning, and a sheen of perspiration glistened on her breasts and abdomen. I had intended to start aiding her by thrusting up to meet her as she slid down my shaft, but her pussy around me felt so good that I was afraid any movement on my part would hasten my own climax. I did continue playing with her perky breasts, but otherwise I remained still beneath her. 

"Uuuuuhhhhhh," my lover moaned as she slid all the way down me and seemed to rest for a bit, her hands on my chest. However, seconds later I felt her pussy contract around me, and I realized she had climaxed – she had just done so quietly. 

As Jessi's tight pussy spasmodically constricted around my penis, which was buried deep inside her, I dropped my hands from her breasts, grabbed her hips, and exploded. Like the night before, my orgasm, thought quite intense, did not produce much semen. 

When I let go of the blonde's hips, she leaned forward, although she did so carefully so that I remained inside of her, and kissed my lips. I then wrapped my arms around her, holding our sweaty bodies together. Jessi sighed against my chest. 

"Merry Christmas, Mark," she murmured. 

"Merry Christmas, Jessi," I responded. 

We stayed like that, she on top of me, for some time before she rolled off. As we lay side by side, both of us on our backs, she took my hand. 

"That was very nice," she said, giving my hand a squeeze. "It snuck up on me. I didn't know I was going to cum until it happened."

"You were pretty quiet," I pointed out. 

"It was very different for me," she responded. "Slow, and nice, and unexpected."

The young woman turned on her side to face me, and I did the same to face her. We both smiled, and I reached out and ran the back of my fingers down her soft, smooth cheek.

"You are beautiful," I told her.

Jessi's face reddened as she just stared at me. Finally, after several seconds had passed, the young woman smiled. 

"Thank you," she whispered, then she kissed me, after which we held each other. 

When we finally got out of bed, Jessi walked into the living room, grabbed her duffle bag, and then headed to my bathroom to freshen up while I went to the kitchen to fix breakfast. I had a stack of pancakes ready for both of us when the young woman emerged from my bedroom, her too small night shirt again buttoned up and her hair pulled back in a ponytail.

"I love pancakes!" she blurted out when she saw what I had made for breakfast. 

We sat in silence as we ate, but it was not at all an awkward silence. As we enjoyed our pancakes, we did look at each other quite a bit, and there were a fair number of smiles back and forth.




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 07



"Those were fantastic, Mark," Jessi said when she finished her stack of four pancakes. "I wish I could eat more."

"I have some more over by the stove," I offered, but she shook her head. 

"I would need an extra couple hours in the gym if I ate them," she lamented. 

"I have a treadmill in my office," I told her, pointing my thumb toward the hallway that led to the bedrooms. 

"I did not come over here to use a treadmill, Mr. Warner," she stated, her eyes and voice suddenly serious. 

I held her gaze for several seconds as the silence grew awkward, and then I decided to change the subject. 

"Did you see that there is a present under the tree?" I asked her, trying to sound nonchalant. 

Jessi's eyes widened. She then jumped out of her chair and hurried to the living room without a word. I stood and followed her. By the time I walked into the living room, she was sitting on the couch while she rummaged through her duffle bag, obviously searching for something. As far as I could tell, she did not once look at the present under the tree. 

I sat on the opposite end of the couch and watched her. When she found whatever it was for which she had been looking, and she turned to gaze at me as she hid something behind her back. 

"Close your eyes," she told me.

Shrugging, I did as she asked. A few seconds later, she told me I could open my eyes again. When I did so, I saw Jessi kneeling by the tree, and I saw that there were now two presents underneath it. 

Smiling at me, the young blonde said, "Come join me, Mark," patting the floor in front of her. 

I humored her and sat cross-legged on the floor about a yard away from her. Jessi smiled again, then reached under the tree and retrieved the package she had just placed there. 

I worked on suppressing a chuckle as I picked up the small packaged I had placed under tree for her. She clearly had intended to put her present for me under the tree earlier, and her attempt to pretend that she really had done so was both silly and endearing. However, it was also clear that she was taking it all fairly serious, and I did not want to laugh at her about it. 

We then exchanged presents. As I unwrapped Jessi's gift, I noticed that she was watching me rather than focusing on opening her own present. Removing the wrapping paper from Jessi's gift to me revealed a plain brown box that had been closed with clear tape. I broke through the tape and found a $50 gift card for my e-reader, a multi-bladed whip, and two pairs of leather cuffs, one a larger size than the other. 

I sat there looking in the box, my mouth open but incapable of speech. Jessi had still not completely unwrapped my present to her as she was watching me to see my reaction to her gift. 

"I thought we could use the, um... use, um... the... things, uh... sometime," she struggled to say after I failed to say anything about her gift. 

"You want me to..." I started, but I was not sure where I was going with my question, so I trailed off.

"...use them on me," she whispered, a heretofore unseen level of intensity burning in her blue eyes. 

I was dumbfounded. I knew that Jessi was very open sexually, and that some of what we had already done had been a little out of my comfort zone, but this was far outside of anything I had ever experienced. Sure, I had lightly spanked women as part of sex – both Jessika and Jessi had been on the receiving end of some playful swats – but I had never whipped anyone, or even seriously spanked anyone. I certainly had not restrained a lover, other than a girlfriend form college, the same one who had liked anal sex, and then it had been done only with my hands and at her insistence. 

"I have never done anything quite like that," I told her.

"I haven't either," Jessi admitted, the intensity lingering in her eyes. "Not all of it, anyway. I've been tied up before, and whipped a little, but not the rest. I have fantasized about it, though."

Making myself move past her admission that she had been "whipped a little," I inquired, "About what exactly have you fantasized?" I was unsure what she had meant by "the rest.

The young blonde's eyes now blazed with desire as she whispered, "Being enslaved by a man – being forced to serve him and being punished if I am not pleasing to him."

"Jessi, that might be a little too intense for me," I advised her, but I do not think she really heard me. She appeared to be lost in the strength of her feelings and desires. 

"My first plan was to be under the tree this morning," she explained, "wearing nothing but the collar I wore last night and the cuffs on my wrists and ankles, the whip in my mouth, ready for you."

As I stared at the pretty blonde, a vision of what she described filled my mind. I began to ponder what it would be like to have Jessi serve me as a slave, fulfilling my every desire.

"I chickened out," she continued. "I didn't know how you would react, so I figured it was safer to do it this way."

"Um, well, uh, thank you for the gift card and the, um, other stuff," I said, my voice shaking while I tried to change the subject so I could gather my thoughts and block out the ones in which a naked, bound Jessi writhed under both my touch and that of the whip. 

"Mark..." Jessi began, but I interrupted her. 

"Why don't you open your present," I suggested, my voice growing stronger. 

The young woman blinked a couple of times, and then looked down at the partially unwrapped package in her hand, almost as if she had forgotten she held it. 

"Sure," she acquiesced as she fumbled with the wrapping paper. 

When she saw that a small jewelry box had been concealed by the wrapping paper, Jessi glanced up sharply at me, then looked down at the box again. Her delicate hands, I noticed, were trembling. 

"Mark..." Jessi started, and I heard the uncertainty in her voice. 

"Just open it," I suggested, interrupting her. 

Without looking at me again, the young blonde did so. When she saw what was in the box, Jessi visibly relaxed. A smile spread across her face. 

When she looked up at me, her pretty blue eyes glistening, she said, "It is beautiful, Mark. I love it."

In the box, a small silver snowflake caught the light. The charm hung on a silver chain, and the word 'Nice' was printed on it with blue enamel in a flowing script.

"Turn the snowflake over," I directed her.

Jessi gave me a questioning look, and then did as I told her. When she saw what was printed on the other side in bold red lettering, she laughed, then turned to me with a huge grin plastered on her elfin face. 

"It says, 'Naughty' on it," she laughed.

"I almost gave it to you last night when you were talking about us being too 'naughty' for Santa Clause to stop by," I chucked, and Jessi giggled in a way I had never heard from her before, a way that seemed incommensurate with the gift she had given me. 

"Help me put it on," the blonde told me, handing me the necklace before she turned around and moved her hair out of the way. 

As I hooked the clasp of the chain behind her neck, my fingers lightly brushed her smooth skin, and I felt the blonde shiver. I resisted the urge to kiss her neck. Instead, I stood up, walked around until I was standing in front of her, and held out my hand to help her up. She took my hand, and I pulled her to her feet and kissed her. 

"I love it," she murmured when we broke the kiss. "Why don't you go sit on the couch, and I'll get back on my knees and show you how much I like it."

"You do not have to do that, Jessi." I told her. I was not opposed to her thanking me that way if she wanted to, but because I doubted I would be able to respond, even to her talented mouth, I was trying to redirect her.

The pretty and eager young woman grinned and pointed to her necklace, the red lettering readily visible, and said, "But is says 'Naughty' right now, so I have to be naughty." 

Deciding honesty was the best policy, I admitted that I did not think I would be able to respond to her after having four orgasms in less than a twenty-four hour period. I had expected Jessi to suggest we try anyway, but instead she stared at me for a long time, a mostly unreadable look on her face, although I thought I saw flashes of either annoyance or anger. 

"Is it just because of me, or maybe because of someone else too?" she finally asked, her eyes still fixed on mine. 

"It is because I am almost forty-five years old and had four orgasms in the last fifteen hours," I maintained. 

"When did you last fuck Big Tits?" Jessi asked, her eyes now ice cold. "Last night after we had dinner?"

"No," I replied tersely, determined not to tell Jessi things that were really none of her business. 

"Then did you fucked her the night before?" the blonde continued. 

"Do you really want to do this again?" I asked, trying to head her off. 

"Is that a 'yes', Mark?" she spat, her anger growing.

"Yes," I snapped. "Jessika was leaving for the holidays, so I saw her Sunday night."

Jessi's anger, as well as all her color, drained from her face. Tears filled her eyes and rolled down her now pale cheeks as she trembled. The young woman opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. 

"Jessi, are you okay?" I asked, moving to take her in my arms to comfort her. The pretty blonde shook her head no and moved from my reach. 

Looking at me with distraught eyes, Jessi whispered, "Did you just ask me over because she is out of town?"

"What? No!" I replied. "I asked you because I wanted to spend time with you."

"But if she was here," Jessi pushed on, "you would have split this time between us?"

"Yes," I admitted, and I prepared myself for Jessi leaving, perhaps for good. 

"I see," she sniffed. 

Then, a change seemed to come over the twenty-year-old blonde. She blinked away her tears, wiped her eyes, and stood up straighter. Taking a deep breath, she locked that typical, too-long Jessi stare on me. 

"This just gives me a chance to show you why you don't need to have Big Tits too," she proclaimed, and even as the words left her mouth, I could see she realized how they sounded. 

For my part, I barely kept myself from laughing, despite the intense emotions through which we had just waded. 

"Don't you fucking laugh at me, Mark Warner!" she warned, but she herself could barely suppress a smile. 

When I did not reply, other than grinning, she continued, "You know what I meant. I meant her – Jessika – when I said 'Big Tits', not that you didn't need to have big tits too. I mean, I meant you did not need her and me too. Stop laughing at me!"

"Sorry," I said, trying to keep a straight face, but failing. 

Jessi sighed and shook her head, but it was clear that it was all she could do to keep from laughing at herself.

"Fuck, Mark!" she complained. "I'm mad at you. Stop making me laugh!"

"I think you are making yourself laugh," I chuckled. 

The slender blond shook her head again, took several deep breaths, squared her shoulders, and glared at me. 

"What I meant, Mark," she said, carefully enunciating each word, "is that I plan to use the opportunity to show you that you do not need both fat Jessika and me."

"Jessika is not fat, Jessi," I replied, no longer amused. "And she is my friend, so no matter how much you might not like her or the fact that I am involved with her, I will not sit by while you insult her." 

I did not mind her taking the situation as a challenge to win me – that was actually a fairly alluring proposition – but I did not like her denigrating the brunette, especially when Jessika was not here to defend herself. 

"And is that all I am to you too?" Jessi asked flatly.

"A friend?" I replied. "It is different with you – with us." 

"How? How is it different?" she pushed. 

"Jessika and I are just having fun, in addition to being friends," I explained. "With you, well, I think there could be more."

I waited for a response from Jessi, but she just stared at me blankly – that intensity that made so many of her stares disconcerting was entirely absent. I could not even guess what she was thinking. I feared she would withdraw and become detached, as she was wont to do when her emotions became too much for her. 

Jessi held the stare for nearly a minute, but then the blonde blinked and her eyes regained their intensity. 

"Take me to dinner and a movie, please," she requested with a smile, flipping her snowflake necklace to the 'nice' side. 

It was my turn to stare at her. The quick shift had left me uncertain of what to say or do. 

"Guys who like girls take them to dinner and a movie," Jessi said when I failed to respond. "I have never had a guy like me that way. I have only had guys who wanted to fuck me. I have always wanted to go to dinner and a movie." 

"Are you sure it will be okay?" I asked, before clarifying, "Because of your, umm...."

"Because of my panic attacks?" she asked matter-of-factly.

"Yes," I affirmed. 

"Right now, I think I could do anything," she claimed. "And besides, it is Christmas – I doubt we will run into that big of crowds."

"I am willing," I said, marveling at the change that had come over the twenty-year-old woman in just the last several moments. 

"Great!" Jessi exclaimed. "But you have to take me home to get some clothes – I did not bring anything for going out."

"Well, it is also a bit early for dinner," I pointed out, as it was just before 11:00am.

"Then you can take me to dinner after the movie," Jessi grinned. 

***

My blonde enigma and I were standing in my darkened entry hall, locked in an embrace as we kissed. We had just returned to my house after a very successful second 'date', during which Jessi had overcome two incipient panic attacks. 

The first near miss had occurred at the movie theatre complex. I had stood in line and then met Jessi at the door when I had the tickets. The young man taking the tickets was about Jessi's age, and he had clearly been drawn to my blonde date. He had, intentionally I believe, fumbled as he took her ticket from her, touching her hand in the process. Jessi had not seemed to really notice him at all until he said, "I hope you and your dad enjoy the movie, beautiful." 

Seeing the young blonde's eyes grow wide, I had quickly steered her away from the ticket taker, whose stare I could feel on us as we walked away, and toward the theatre in which our movie was playing. On the way there, Jessi began to look around nervously, and I knew she was trying to see if anyone was looking at us. She did not relax until we were in the theatre and saw that there were only a handful of other people there. We picked seats in the back, and I left to buy some popcorn and drinks. By the time I returned, Jessi was calmly waiting. 

The rest of the movie had gone well, since at most there were only twenty or so people total in the theatre and none of them sat near us. During the movie, Jessi had put up the arm between our seats and snuggled up against me. We stayed that way until the end credits finished and we were the only people left. We leisurely strolled from the theatre, visited our respective gender's restrooms, and then existed the building at a side exit. It was a little further from my car than the front entrance would have been, but I did not think Jessi wanted to risk seeing the ticket taker again. 

Our first choice of restaurants had been the scene of her second near panic attack. We had walked into the sparsely populated restaurant, and although Jessi was glancing around and was gripping my hand a little tighter than I might have liked, she seemed fairly relaxed. That changed when the hostess walked up to seat us. 

The hostess was a pretty young woman with dark blonde hair, who, like the ticket taker at the theatres, looked to be about Jessi's age. The three of us recognized each other simultaneously. 

"Mr. Warner?" The hostess asked, her eyes flickering between Jessi and me. Her name was Kasey, and she had been my student, and Jessi's classmate, during the just ended fall semester. 

Jessi, her panic written plainly on her face, shook her head vigorously while repeating "no" over and over. Then she drug me by the hand from the restaurant, and all I could do was shrug and wave goodbye as Kasey stood and stared at us, open mouthed. 

Once we were back in my car, Jessi breathed deeply for several minutes as I drove around looking for another restaurant. We finally ended up at a seedy looking 24 hour diner that, from the outside, appeared to have no clientele. Our waitress Pam, a kindly woman who, despite her jet black hair, appeared to be in her mid to late sixties, put Jessi at ease immediately with her warm, genuine smile. 

"I want to go back there," Jessi announced, an hour later, when we had left the restaurant and were in the warmth of my car. 

"The food was much better than I had expected," I agreed. "My hamburger was fresh, and the fries were fantastic." 

"The food was fine," Jessi replied, "But Pam was great. She knew but didn't judge us."

"How do you know she knew?" I chuckled. "She didn't say anything."

"I could tell," Jessi replied. "Plus she winked and smiled at me when she served our food."

"And you are okay with her knowing?" I asked, playing along. 

"Oh yes," the young blonde replied. "As I said, she didn't judge. And you should be happy she didn't – it made me feel more certain I am making the right decision letting you go all the way with me tonight."

I looked over at my date as she sat straight-faced in the passenger seat. After a few seconds of splitting my attention between the blonde and the road, I saw her smiling. After she realized I had caught her, she started laughing and so did I. When we had both regained our composure, I decided to up the ante.

"Well, what I was thinking about was letting you suck my cock while I ate your sweet pussy," I declared. 

Glancing over at Jessi, I saw she was staring at me, lips slightly parted, face flushed. 

"If you do not want to do that..." I began, but I did not finish. 

"Fuck yes, I want to do that, Mr. Warner," she breathed, and my penis immediately began to stiffen. 

I ran a few red lights on my way home, but as we were one of the only vehicles on the road, I did not worry about it. All I wanted was to get back to my house. 

Now we were standing in the entry hall, our lips locked and our tongues battling. Within minutes, we were both naked, and the only time our lips had parted was when I had pulled her sweater over her head. Otherwise, we had managed to strip each without interruption to our kissing.

Jessi finally broke the kiss when I slipped two fingers into her very juicy pussy. Her burning blue eyes on mine and her bottom lip between her teeth, the sexy blonde reached down to stroke my rock hard shaft. 

"Bed?" I asked.

"Bed," she replied with a small nod.

I picked her up, as I had done twice before, and slung her up over my shoulder. When I did so, my younger lover sighed. Carrying her to the bedroom, I gave her a couple of swats on her lovely derriere, and her sighs turned into moans. 

I was in for a surprise, however, when I dumped her on my bed. Instead of staying on it, Jessi slid off the end so that she was kneeling in front of me. Making eye contact, she leaned forward and began to suck and lick my rigid penis. I enjoyed her attention for a little bit, but then I pulled my erection from her fantastic mouth and drew her to her feet. 

After I kissed her soft lips, I said, "I really want us to do that for each other."

"Wine me, dine me, 69 me," Jessi giggled. "But I didn't get any wine."

"You are too young to drink," I pointed out, and my conscience, which had been strangely silent all day, even when Jessi had given me the whip and restraints as a Christmas present, suggested that I should really think about that point. However, I ignored my misgivings – I was too deeply involved to turn back. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 07



"But I'm old enough to fuck," she grinned. "And to suck cock."

"And to have your pussy licked as well," I added. 

"Fuck yes, Mr. Warner," she breathed, grabbing me. 

The slender blonde was really not strong enough to move me, but I let her turn me around and shove me so that I landed on my back on the bed. As I scooted up the bed so that my legs were not hanging off the end, Jessi moved between my thighs and again took my penis into the warmth of her talented mouth. However, after just a few seconds, she began turning her body, my erection still in her mouth, until finally her pussy was directly over my face. Kissing her swollen labia, I inhaled the heady scent of her arousal as she began to suck on my shaft in earnest. 

By the time I had spread her open and found her sensitive little clitoris with my tongue, Jessi had swallowed me completely. I was amazed at how different it felt with the change of her position – I would have sworn she was able to take me even deeper this way, although I knew there likely was no real difference. But regardless of whether it was actually different or just felt different, I quickly determined I would not last long if she kept it up. 

Since I wanted to make sure I was able to help Jessi orgasm before I did, I slipped two fingers into her clinging wetness while continuing to lick her clit. However, unlike Jessika, who would either stop or pull off my shaft when I intensified what I was doing to her pussy, Jessi just kept up her rhythm no matter what I did. I could tell from her muffled moans, as well as the movement of her hips, that I had her in a high state of arousal, but nothing I did distracted her from what she was doing to me. 

As I moved closer and closer to my climax, I tried to think of something that would cause my blonde fellatrix to ease up and give me a rest. Then an idea hit me. When Jessi had pulled back so that only just an inch or so of me was in her mouth, I gave her tight butt a couple of sharp, loud swats. This had the desired result, as Jessi moved her head up and let my penis fall free of her lips as she whimpered. Taking advantage of the situation, I doubled my efforts with both tongue and fingers, as well as giving her bottom several quick, albeit lighter, smacks. 

"Fuck," Jessi yelped at the first of the second round of smacks, then she put her head on my thigh and grunted through the rest. When I was done, I rubbed her slightly reddened cheeks. The blonde kissed my thigh, lifted her head up, and in one motion, again swallowed my erection to its base. The sensation of her taking me back into her mouth and throat all at once was incredible. But what was even more incredible was when she started humming around my manhood, as she had done the first time she had deep throated me. At that point, it occurred to me that Jessi was trying as hard to make me orgasm first as I was trying to make her orgasm first. 

I briefly considered letting her 'win', but instead I waited for her to come up for air, and when she did so, I spanked her forcefully, landing several smacks on both her cheeks. This time, however, Jessi did not let my penis out of her mouth. Rather, she dove back down on me after the first swat, and then each one after that drove her a forward a bit, causing her nose to smash against my scrotum. It was too much for me. Without warning her what was going to happen, I ejaculated straight down her throat. 

I am not sure Jessi noticed at first, as what was likely a combination of my tongue on her clit, my fingers in her pussy, and the smacks to her now red rear end sent her over the edge and into the throes of her own climax. I felt her whole body quiver, and then her pussy tightened around my fingers while her lips tightened around the base of my penis. 

The young blonde's body was still tensed from her orgasm when she quickly pulled her head back, letting my softening penis flop out of her mouth. Coughing and gasping, she lay her head on my thigh again. As she began to relax, I slowly removed my fingers from inside her, although I continued to lightly tease her clitoris with my tongue. 

When she finally gained control over her coughing and caught her breath, Jessi sought out my now flaccid penis and sucked it all back into her mouth. Taking this as a sign we were not done, I began to lick her clit again in earnest as I slid my still slick fingers back inside of her. 

After a surprisingly short time, my penis was mostly erect again. However, this time, Jessi did not deep throat me. Instead, she wrapped a hand around my erection and stroked it as she concentrated her lips and tongue on the head of my penis and the first inch or two of the shaft. The result was almost too much stimulation. Even as I moved my fingers in and out of her pussy and licked and sucked her small, sensitive nub, I bucked my hips up, trying to make her move her lips lower in order to give some relief to my now hypersensitive tip. 

The blonde seemed to understand, and she moved her lips down my shaft so they were locked just below the head, although her tongue still tormented the most sensitive parts. Now that I was not being overstimulated, I was able to relax and really focus on what I was doing to her. Without the admittedly self-imposed rush to make her climax, this time I was able to explore her more with my tongue and fingers. As I probed around in her pussy, I hit on an angle of entry and a depth of insertion that caused the young woman to jerk her lips from my penis and gasp. 

"Oh fuck," Jessi moaned as I continued stimulating her that way, my fingers inside her at just the right angle and my tongue waggling against her clitoris. 

My twenty-year-old lover did not take my penis back in her mouth at that point, but she did periodically kiss the head and the shaft as she sporadically stroked me. She did just enough to keep me aroused as she gave herself to enjoying what I was doing to her. And I was more than happy to let her do so. 

Before too much longer, Jessi was pushing her groin back against my fingers and mouth while moaning nearly continuously. Wanting to send her over the edge, since I knew she was close, I sucked and nibbled on her clitoris and rammed my fingers in and out of her at the angle that seemed to stimulate her the most. 

"Yes, yes, yes... of fuck yes!" she cried, "I'm gonna cum all over your face, Mr. Warner."

On impulse, I smacked her shapely butt a few times, which finished her off. Once again, her vagina tightened around my fingers as she shuddered and then tensed up. Unfortunately, the hand grasping my penis also tighten, which was quite uncomfortable. Reaching down with my free hand, I gently removed her fingers from around my shaft. Once I had freed myself, I slowly withdrew the two fingers on my other hand from her pussy as I planted kisses on and around her clitoris and labia. 

After a few seconds, during which Jessi's breathing returned to normal, she rolled off and lay on her back beside me. While she lay there, I rubbed, squeezed and kissed the smooth skin of her thigh. The young blonde ran her fingers through my hair and sighed.

"That's the fifth kind," she breathed. 

"The fifth kind of what," I asked, as I had no idea at first what she meant. 

"The fifth kind of orgasm," she replied. "I never believed girls who said there were different kinds. I only ever felt the one kind before."

"Oh," was all I could think of to say.

"But you, Mr. Warner," she murmured, "you have not only given me the regular kind, you have given me four other kinds too."

I could think of two different kinds of orgasm that I had witnessed her having – the intense one she had experienced our first time together, and then what had seemed to be a multiple orgasm just the night before – but I was not sure what she was including as the other two, other than that one of those two seemed to have just happened. However, I was not sure what had been different about the climax she had just experienced; from my perspective, it had appeared to be normal. 

When I did not say anything, Jessi expanded her thoughts: "Our first night, I had that really intense one. Last night, I had one that I'm still not sure if was one big one or four smaller ones. This morning, I had one that was slow and, well, soft, I guess; I didn't know it was going to happen until it happened. And just now, for the second one, I could feel it building, but when it happened, it happened fast and hard, like an electric shock."

"I am glad I have made you feel good, Jessi," I said before again kissing her thigh. 

"God, you do," she declared. "It's like we were made to suck, lick and fuck each other. And speaking of sucking, I have some work to do."

As the implication of Jessi's words sunk in, I realized that I had lost my erection after she had climaxed the second time. However, I was not really upset by that – it was almost a relief, given how sensitive it had been before the young woman had stopped to experience her own orgasm. 

"No you do not," I told her, prompting the sexy young woman to sit up and stare at me. 

"You don't want me to?" she asked, her vivid blue eyes boring through me. 

"I am very sensitive right now," I explained. "And I am quite content with what we have already done."

"I have never had a guy turn down a blowjob before," Jessi commented, her expression unreadable. "And just today you have turned me down twice."

"I am not turning you down, Jessi," I assured her. "I am just letting you know I need a rest. I will be more than happy to take this up later, maybe in the morning." 

The young blonde did not say anything for some time, and I began to suspect that she was beginning to withdraw.

"Jessi, let's just..." I started, intending to suggest that we try to find something on TV.

"I'm going home," she announced flatly, getting up out of bed. 

"Jessi, please do not leave like this," I said, and she stopped and looked back at me. 

"I have to, Mark," she replied, a bit more life in her voice. "It is too much."

"What is?" I asked, wanting to understand. 

The young woman stared at me again, although I thought her eyes had softened. 

"It is too much in my head. I have to go," she explained. "Please don't be mad at me."

"I am not mad at you, Jessi," I told her, but I was not sure whether she accepted that. 

"So I'll get my stuff and go, okay?" she said, seeking reassurance from me.

"I will help you," I told her, and a small smiled graced her face before she hurried from my room.

I looked around the bedroom, but I did not see anything that belonged to her. Grabbing a pair of shorts from my dresser, I put them on as I walked out into my living room. Jessi was already nearly dressed – she had her sweater on and was just pulling up her jeans. Our eyes met for a brief moment, and then she was picking up her underwear off the floor and stuffing them into her purple duffle bag before she slipped on her shoes. As she scanned the living room, I walked over to her but stopped a couple of feet away. 

After examining the living room a few times, the young blonde appeared to decide she had everything. She then turned to me, and I saw that her eyes were red, although I had seen no tears. For a moment, there seemed to be sadness lingering in the look she gave me, and then any emotion that might have been there drained out of her face. 

"Bye, Mark," Jessi said before turning and opening my door. Even as the cold air from outside hit me, I stepped up to her, took her hand, and turned her around. 

"How about just one kiss before you go?" I suggested, searching her eyes for even a hint of that disconcerting intensity that they often held. 

The young woman's initial reaction was to blink her eyes several times as I gazed at her, expectantly. After a few heartbeats, her eyes flared with their normal intensity, and she stood up on her toes and kissed me lightly on the lips. And then she was walking rapidly toward her big, old convertible, and I was doing nothing but standing and watching her go. 

TO BE CONTINUED...



A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 08



Jessi's abrupt departure had prompted a rush of tumultuous thoughts concerning the young blonde, our relationship, and what I should do about it all. Woven through all these thoughts were musings about Jessika and how my sexual friendship with the lovely brunette fit in with whatever was happening with her former classmate. 

After spending nearly half an hour just sitting on my couch, my thoughts endlessly and futilely chasing each other around, I decided I needed to do something. I got up off the couch, went to my home office, and spent the next hour and a half running on my treadmill. After that I took a long shower, so it was nearly 1:00am before I fell into bed, hoping I was exhausted enough to sleep. Unfortunately, even though I had worn out my body, my mind was still running nonstop. Even when I finally did fall asleep, I would wake ten or twenty minutes later with dreams of Jessi and/or Jessika haunting me, though I could not remember the details of any of them. 

Sometime around 5:00am, I finally slipped into a sleep deep enough to last for a while. It was nearly 1:00pm when I truly woke again, although I seemed to recall various times when I had been partially awake. My disarrayed sheets and comforter told a story of restlessness that my body reflected as well - I felt groggy, as if I had been drugged. 

Making myself get out of bed, I stumbled to the bathroom and took another shower. As I stood under the hot water, I tried to recall a night as tough as the one through which I had just suffered. Objectively, I was quite sure I had lived through worse at the end of my marriage, but in the moment, they seemed to pale in comparison. Still, thinking about that time brought me some sense of perspective, and when I emerged from the shower, I did so with the conviction that worrying about my relationship with Jessi would accomplish nothing. I would just have to wait to see what would happen and do my best to show her that I cared about her.

After I dressed and ate, I went to my office and booted up my computer. As I waited for it, I checked messages on my phone, something that I had been reluctant to do up to that point. However, I had not received any texts since one had come in from Jessika the evening before, replying to my "Merry Christmas" text to her and letting me know she was having a great Christmas with her family. I also saw that a call had come in, although I did not recognize the number - it was an out of state area code, and that I had a new voice mail as well. 

When I accessed the voicemail message, Jessika's voice came through my phone's speaker:

"Merry day after Christmas! I hope you had a good day yesterday. I received an interesting text message today. It was from Kasey from our class. She told me that last night you and Jessi had come in to the restaurant she works at, but then immediately left when you saw her. I hope everything is okay there. Call me when you get a chance. You can call my cell or the number I called you from - it is my parents' number."

I listened to Jessika's voicemail twice more, trying to determine what her mood might have been when she left the message. Her greeting seemed happy enough, and during the part of the message about Kasey seeing Jessi and me, I detected no anger in her tone - rather I heard concern and maybe a hint of amusement. Finally, she had given me her parents' phone number, so I doubted she was upset with me. 

"That is the one with whom you should be thinking about having a future," my conscience suggested, "not the one who is much too young for you, and who also has some very troubling issues."

"That would be much easier," I thought, "but neither of us feel that way about the other. For better or worse, it is Jessi for whom I am falling."

Shaking my head, I tried to put these thoughts out of my head. I decided to wait until evening to call Jessika. I wanted to find something to take my mind far away from thoughts about either of my paramours, and I thought that maybe working on revising and editing some more of my old attempts at writing fiction might do the trick for me. However, I made the mistake of checking my email first. 

I found a long email message from Jessi in my inbox. As I began to read through it, I immediately recognized the young woman's precise but rigid writing style, which made me smile. I fondly recalled reading her essays and trying, unsuccessfully, to glean anything personal about her from them. However, unlike her essays, the email was full of the kind of personal details I had wanted to find back then. 

The first two thirds of her email fleshed out her relationship with her parents and two siblings, about whom I had heard nothing but vague references. Jessi was the middle child, having an older brother and a younger sister, and while some of the family issues she related seemed to be those typical of middle children, there were many others that seemed to be quite different. 

According to her email, Jessi had only had close relationships with her father and his parents, although both of her paternal grandparents were now deceased. Additionally, she explained that she and her father now had a strained relationship, although they still had contact. The young blonde had almost no contact with her mother and her older brother, and she had a great deal of resentment toward her younger sister, although from what she wrote, the reasons for the resentment did not seem like her sister's fault. 

In her email, Jessi told me that her father, who was thirteen years older than her mother, was a high school math teacher. Her mother was also a teacher, but she taught elementary school, which made some of the details Jessi gave me about their relationship seem all the more disturbing. 

Jessi's mother had apparently never understood why her daughter had not liked dolls and dresses; had not been able to easily develop social bonds with other children; and had preferred, even from an early age, working math problems with her father to any other activity. For the first six years of her life, Jessi had been subject to her mother's attempts to make her daughter more like herself. Then, when Jessi was seven, her sister had been born. At the time, Jessi had hoped that would mean a reprieve for her. Instead, however, her mother had taken every opportunity over the next several years to point out how preferable her younger sister's behavior was to Jessi's behavior. 

I stopped reading for briefly after finishing Jessi's description of her early relationship with her mother. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to take the young woman in my arms and hold her. I thought about calling her, but I had no idea if she might be free or at work, so I decided to keep reading. 

When I continued, I learned that Jessi's older brother, who was almost three when she was born, had always resented her for taking attention away from him, especially that of their father. Jessi's description of her torment at her brother's hands was all the sadder because he, like their mother, had embraced Jessi's sister when she had been born. For Jessi, it had become the three of them against her, at least until recently. She explained how she had always believed her sister was spoiled and did things just to hurt and annoy her, but that in the last couple of months she had begun to think that her sister, who was now thirteen, was mainly innocent, and maybe even embarrassed about how their mother and brother fawned over her and either ignored or criticized Jessi. 

Following her paragraph about her brother and sister, Jessi wrote several describing her relationship with her father and his parents. Jessi had adored her father when she was young, and to this day, she explained, they still sent each other math problems to work. According to Jessi, one of them would work part of a problem and send it to the other to finish. Often, she explained, they would intentionally make mistakes for the other to find and correct. It was a game they had played since she was three, although it had become much more complex over time. 

Jessi then told how losing her grandfather when she was eleven and her grandmother when she was thirteen had caused her to withdraw from people even more than before. She explained that she had been afraid to care about anyone, for fear they would go away. However, she had also craved contact with other people, and the tension between what she feared and what she needed caused her to act out and push her boundaries. 

When she was fifteen, her mother had walked in on her and a boy making out. Despite the fact that nothing else had happened with the boy, Jessi's mother never trusted her daughter again. She would check Jessi and Jessi's clothing nearly daily, sometimes even more frequently, for signs that she was doing something wrong. It was during this time that Jessi's panic attacks, which she began having when she was eleven (the same year her grandfather had died, I noted), intensified. This led to her mother putting her in counseling, and then subsequently firing three separate therapists who had each suggested that Jessi's mother's treatment of the teenage Jessi was at least causing her attacks to be worse than they might otherwise have been. 

As bad as everything in the email had been to that point, where I really began to feel the young woman's pain more keenly was when she told me how her father had started to separate himself from her after the incident with the boy. They had continued working math problems together, but otherwise Jessi believed he had become more distant. This strain between Jessi and her father caused her to act out even more often. 

The saddest part of the whole story, however, came when Jessi was barely eighteen and only three months shy of her high school graduation. Her mother, after catching her with a young man, this time doing more than making out, had called Jessi a slut and demanded she leave their house. In Jessi's view, her father, through his acquiescence to her mother's position on that, had sided against Jessi. 

That was not to say that her father gave up on her completely, like her mother did. When her mother had forced Jessi to move out of their house, the young woman's father helped her to get her apartment (the one she still had) and find a job that would allow her to still finish high school. He also gave her one of his prize possessions - the blue 1970 Buick Centurion Convertible that she still drove. But even with all of this, Jessi had still felt hurt and betrayed, and her relationship with her father was, in Jessi's mind, permanently damaged. 

The young woman spent another couple of paragraphs on her life after she was eighteen and on her own. She had first focused on finishing school, she told me, but once she graduated, she had begun to regularly turn to sex to feel some kind of connection with other people. She then explained that at nineteen, having failed to make any lasting friendships with females during her teen years, and needing some type of connection other than with men, she started including other females in her sexual activities. I will admit that a few weeks earlier, those two paragraphs on her sexual activities as an adult would have excited me; in the context of her email, however, all I felt was a deepening sadness. 

The last third of the email was about the two of us, and those paragraphs took on a more rambling, less precise tone. She told me that, when class had first started, she had just wanted to have sex with me. But by the time the semester was over, she had realized that I was someone about whom she felt differently. She explained that she did not really understand how she felt or what to do about it, so she had gone after me using what she knew - her sexuality. 

"However, when you kissed me our first night together, after I had swallowed your cum, it overwhelmed me," she wrote. "I could not have told you then exactly why I did not want to kiss you earlier, but I knew it scared me. Now, I know why it scared me. I have no idea how to deal with the feelings I have when I am with you. It is almost as if they are someone else's feelings that have invaded my mind and taken over."

"When I can keep what we do at the level I am comfortable with - just fucking - I do okay. But when I start to feel more, I start thinking too much and cannot stop. I get mad at you for things I would never have been upset about before - like when the whole thing came up about me being with other girls. I could not stop thinking about that, at least not completely, even when we were doing other stuff. Then I tried to make it better by using it to get you hard, but that backfired on me, and when we got in the shower I wanted you just to use me and you did and I liked it but it also made me sad because it was so different from the night before when you made love to me which no one had ever done before and I could not take it I am so sorry for that."

I paused and reread her last sentence in the paragraph. In her essays for class, Jessi had not been at all prone to either grammatical or cognitive run-on sentences, but the sentence I had just read was both. It was clear to me she was rushing through what she had to say and was just letting her emotions take over. 

"Over the last couple of days I thought I had hit on a mix that might work when I realized you liked that I was slutty and I did not have to worry about you thinking bad about me but you also liked me for more than sex. But when you turned down the blowjob but wanted me to still stay I did not know how to react. It is what I wanted but it just was too much for me. You don't know how much I wanted to stay but I couldn't. And I am just rambling now sorry. All this and I still cant express how I feel really bout you. I want more but more scares me but I also want dirty nasty rough sex and that scares me because i dont know how far we can go and you still like me."

The email abruptly ended there, and in my mind I imagined Jessi rushing to finish, no longer caring about punctuation or sentence structure, just needing to get it all out of her. For me, a person who knew of Jessi's fondness for precision in her writing, the last few sentences were more impactful than any of her well-constructed sentences and paragraphs. The uncharacteristic chaos in her writing reflected the chaos in her mind. I could not help feeling sympathy for the young woman, along with remorse that I was the cause of such deep and alien emotional turmoil for her. 

I also realized that while I had been partially right - Jessika's comments about women worrying whether the person they are with will think poorly of them if they are too sexual did apply to Jessi and to my situation with her - I now understood that there was an additional problem with respect to the blonde. Jessi was also concerned that I would not want to do the sexual things she wanted to do if my interest in her went beyond sex. It was a two-edged sword, I now realized, with my younger lover wanting, as she put it, "dirty nasty rough sex" while also feeling and wanting more, all while worrying whether one precluded the other. 

I thought about calling Jessi, but even as I picked up my phone, a text message arrived. 

"Did U read my email?" she asked in the text. 

"Yes, I did," I replied. "Thank you for telling me all that. I want you to know that I understand why this is difficult for you."

"TY for being so nice to me," she texted back. 

Seconds later, she continued, "Had to get that out. Sorry for rambling at the end."

"Do not worry about it," I wrote. 

I few seconds passed before her next message popped up: "You still want to b w/me?" 

I sat and thought for several seconds, knowing how I wanted to respond but not sure how to express it to her in way that would convey my intent but not cause her to worry about what I meant. I decided simple was best. 

"Yes," I texted.

Almost instantly, she replied, "Fucking or fucking + more?" 

I smiled when I read the text. It was direct and to the point and very Jessi. 

"The first if that is what you want, but the second is my preference," I answered her. 

"Not like that. Answer what I wrote," she sent back. 

At first, I had no idea what she meant, but then it dawned on me what she was wanting me to do. 

"Fucking if that is how you want it to be, but fucking + more is what I want," I explained. 

"Fucking + more = work," was her next text, and I smiled again. I could tell from the playful but oh-so- Jessi tone of her texts that she was in a good mood about us. I suspected writing the email had been even more value to her than reading it was to me. 

"I am willing to do some work," I assured her.

"Fucking = willing & eager slut. Fucking + more = crazy & anxious slut. U sure?" she countered. 

"I am sure," I texted back. I wanted to tell her not to call herself a 'slut', especially given what she had written in the email about her mother labeling her that when she was eighteen, but I now knew my blonde lover well enough to realize she was trying to redefine the word for her own use, not for people to use about her. I did not know, however, if I could use it again when we were intimate, even though I knew she would want me t. However, I did not want to raise that issue at that moment. 

"WooHoo!" she replied, followed by a whole string of different smiley face graphics. 

I was working on my reply when my phone buzzed with a call - It was from Jessi.

"Hi Jessi," I answered. 

"Hi Mark," she replied. "I just wanted to do this in a call rather than text."

"Do what?" I asked, somewhat worried about what she might say next. Yes, everything seemed to be going well up to that point, but Jessi's personality could be a mercurial. 

"Talk to you about New Year's Eve," she replied, and I was relieved it was not something more. 

"Do you want to come over?" I asked her. 

"Yeppers," she replied, and I could hear the happiness in her voice. "I get off at 10:00, so I should be there by 10:30 or so."

"Sounds good," I told her. "Do you work the next day, on New Year's?" 

"Nopers," she said, "And I want to talk to you about that. I want you to be well rested for New Year's Eve and Day, so no sex until then, with me or anyone else. And that means no masturbating either."

I was speechless for several seconds, and then I managed to mumble an assent. I did not even bother to tell her I thought Jessika would still be out of town anyway. 

"Okay. Gotta go now," she advised me, but then added, "Oh, one more thing. I am bringing my cat costume with me."

And with that, Jessi ended the call, leaving me with an image in my head that was hard to shake and a request that I not do anything for the next five days to help relieve myself from reactions such an image might cause. 

***

Over the course of the following five days, I managed to do as Jessi had asked, except for on one occasion. Actually, I was rather proud of my self-restraint, especially in light of a barrage of suggestive pictures and texts that Jessi had sent over that time. In fact, her texting led to us almost breaking down and getting together Saturday night, but we made it through. However, my one submission to temptation had come later on that same night when a very horny Jessika had called me for phone sex. 

The brunette and I had talked two nights before, on the day after Christmas, and at that time I had explained to her what had happened when Jessi and I went to the restaurant where Kasey worked. Jessika had snickered but then asked if I was being careful with Jessi's feelings. I assured her I was, and that had been the end of our conversation, as I was a little annoyed with her. We had not texted at all on Friday or Saturday during the day, so it was a surprise when she called late Saturday night. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 08



"Hi Jessika," I answered the phone. 

"I could really use your cock in me right now, Mark," she informed me, absent preamble. 

"I hope your parents cannot hear you talking like that," I teased. 

"That is why I called so late - my sister didn't go to sleep until five minutes ago," she replied. 

"You are in the same room as your sister?" I asked, surprised Jessika would want to do anything in that situation. 

"No - I am alone," Jessika assured me. "But the walls are thin. I can hear her snoring. And if I can hear her snoring..."

"She could hear you squeaking," I filled in for her. 

"You know, Mark," Jessika snapped, "I could just find some dirty stories online and do this myself if you are going to be an ass about it."

"Or if I were there, I could throw you on the floor, rip off whatever you are wearing, and have my way with you," I replied, which was followed by several seconds of silence, save for the brunette's suddenly noticeable breathing. Finally, Jessika responded. 

"What if I said 'no'?" she asked softly. 

"You wouldn't say anything - you would be afraid to wake everyone," I told her.

"So I would just let you ravage me," she breathed, "there in my parents' house, help just a scream away?"

"I do not see what other choice you have, unless you wanted them to know that you have become my little slut," I sneered, amazed at my relative lack of self-consciousness about the role I had assumed. 

"Would you gag me?" she inquired. 

"Would I have to?" I countered. 

"Yes," Jessika moaned, "or cover my mouth with your hand."

"So you could not yell for help?" I asked. 

"No - so they would not hear me moan and yell and shriek while you fucked me," the sexy brunette whispered, and I could hear the lust in her voice. 

Up to this point my penis had only been semi-erect, but the thought of her wanting me to cover her luscious lips with my hand to keep her silent while I fucked her caused me to become quite hard. I eased my shorts down and started stroking my shaft before continuing on with Jessika.

"Or hear you squeak when you cum." I pointed out. 

"That would be bad," Jessika moaned. 

"Are you finger's in your pussy now, Squeaker?" I inquired. 

"Yes," she breathed. 

"Are you rubbing your clit too?" I continued.

"God, yes," she whispered. 

"And playing with your nipples?" I asked, pushing on. 

"Fuck," she moaned. 'Yes... yes... fuck yes..."

"Are you thinking about me fucking your wet pussy from behind, one hand grasping your hair tight while I clamp the other across your mouth?" I went on. 

I heard a muffled squeal, followed by a very quiet, "Uh huh."

"You have your hand over your mouth right now while you are rubbing your clit, don't you slut?" I demanded.

The brunette did not answer, however. For several seconds all I could hear was what I surmised was muffled moaning. 

"Are you cumming, Squeaker?" I finally asked.

"Y-y-y-yes," she stammered, followed by series of muffled squeaks. 

Low moans continued to come through my phone's speaker for a little while after the squeaks ended, during which time I continued to stroke myself. I thought about making myself stop -Jessi had asked me not to do anything - but I wanted to finish what I had started with Jessika. 

I began moving my hand faster as I thought of the curvy brunette lying in her bed, climaxing, her hand over her mouth to muffle the tell-tale squeaking. Then I imagined I was there, my erect penis buried inside of the wet warmth of her, my hand clamped over her mouth as she arched her back and held me tight against her while I drove her to orgasm after orgasm. 

"Mark," Jessika whispered, and the sound startled me. I had become so wrapped up in my fantasy that I had forgotten she was still on the phone.

"Yes, Jessika," I responded breathlessly. 

"Are you stroking your hard cock?" she asked. "Are you close?"

"Yes to both," I replied.

"I wish I could have it in my mouth, she murmured. "I would love to taste your warm, creamy cum right now."

"What if I sprayed it on your face and then fed it to you?" I growled, remembering the streaks of my semen on her lovely face and luscious lips the last time we had been together. "Would you love that?"

"Fuck yes," she purred. "And if some dripped onto my tits, I could push them up where I could like it off."

With a grunt I exploded, ejaculating straight up, making a mess all over my abdomen and my sheets. 

"From that noise you just made, Mark," Jessika snickered, "I suspect there would be a lot I could lick up, if I were there."

"Oh yes," I laughed.

"We will have to do that - where you cum all over yourself and I lick it all..." Jessika was in the process of saying when I heard something in the background on her end, and then she whispered, "Shit! I have to go," and the phone went dead. 

I was in the process of cleaning up the mess when my phone buzzed with a text. 

"My sister came in my room - she had heard something and wanted to know if I was OK. Sorry," Jessika wrote. 

"Not a problem, sexy," I replied. "Thank you for the call. I enjoyed it. I am looking forward to you coming back - I will make sure I give you something to lick up."

"I am counting on it," she replied. "And wouldn't it be 'cumming' back? Hahaha," she texted. 

"Something like that," I shot back. 

"Yeah - something like that. I better go. You are going to get me all wet again, you bad man," she texted. 

***

It was nearly 11:00pm when Jessi arrived at my door on New Year's Eve. She had told me that she had to work until 10:00pm and that she thought she would be at my house at 10:30, if not sooner, as she was going to come over directly from her work. When she had not arrived by shortly after 10:30, however, I began to feel a bit anxious. I was relieved when I heard her knock at the door, but it was clear that Jessi was feeling rushed because of her lateness. 

"Hi Mark," she said, kissing me quickly as she moved past me into my house, her purple duffle bag in hand. 

"Hi Jessi," I replied, as I turned to follow her. 

"I'm gonna change real quick," she informed me as she headed down the hall toward my bedroom, not looking back at me at all. 

"Okay," I called after her, but my bedroom door was already shut.

As I was not sure how long she would be, I sat on a chair that faced the hallway. 

Less than fifteen minutes later, the young blonde emerged into the hallway and rendered me speechless. She was wearing the cat costume she had worn on Halloween, but as in the picture she had sent me more recently, the black corset was modified so that her perfectly shaped breasts were bare. The short black skirt, complete with long, black tail, was as short as I remembered. The tops of her fishnet stockings, which she had not worn on Halloween, were visible beneath the hem of the skirt. Black stilettos added five inches to her height while also accentuating her toned, slender legs. 

When I finally tore my eyes away from her body, I saw that the same black cast mask she had worn at Halloween provided her with cat ears and a cat nose, complete with whiskers. However, her own pouty lips were visible beneath the mask, and as she stood there, I could tell they were parted slightly. Her bright blue eyes, encircled by her feline mask, locked on mine. And even from across my living room, the intensity of her stare was palpable.

I stood up, but before I could move toward the sexy blonde, she dropped to all fours and crawled toward me, each movement of her slender body infused with feline grace. As she made her way over the ten feet or so that separated us, her eyes never left mine. It was only when she reached me and knelt up, her hands reaching for the button of my jeans, that I realized I was holding my breath. 

As I started breathing again, the young woman at my feet tugged my pants and underwear down, allowing my rigid penis to spring free. With a mewling sound, Jessi started licking all over the head, then up and down the shaft. After giving me quite a bit of attention from her tongue, my blonde kitty rubbed my hard shaft all over her face while emitting a rather arousing imitation of a purr from her throat. 

Reaching down, I stroked her soft, blonde hair, which prompted Jessi to rub her face all around my thighs and groin, still purring. It was at that point that I realized what it was we were really doing- she was not just wearing her cat costume; she was being a cat, albeit an incredibly sexy, humanized cat. What I also realized was that although this was all quite exciting, it was very much like what she had done on Christmas Eve, when she had just been wearing the "SLUT" collar. Part of my brain - a part not fixated on the ramifications of what her cat role might entail - tried to point out that as incredible as sex with Jessi had been, there was, as I had previously noted, a fair amount of similarity from one time to the next. But as I did with the warnings my conscience would often give me when I was with Jessi, I forced these thoughts away and gave myself to what I was doing with the sexy young blonde in that moment. 

As I petted her silky hair, kitty Jessi again started licking up and down my penis, sometimes with long, slow licks, other times with quick movements of her agile tongue. Occasionally, she would concentrate on the sensitive tip, swirling her tongue around it, leaving it dripping with her saliva. At those times, I pondered pushing her head down, making her take my erection into her mouth, but I restrained myself to just stroking her head as she licked me all over but did not once actually wrap her soft lips around my manhood. 

After maybe ten minutes of my blonde pussy cat tongue worshiping my erect penis, I decided to sit down. To my amazement, she moved with me so well that she continued to lick me as I backed up a couple of steps and fell back into my char. 

Once I was sitting, my pretty kitty pushed my shaft up, licked down the underside of it in one, long, wet, sensuous motion, and then turned her attention to my scrotum. As her tongue moved across the hair and skin of it, it occurred to me that it was almost as if she were grooming me. I groaned aloud at the thought, and Jessi looked up at me, her eyes shining. 

Her attention to my penis and scrotum continued probably another fifteen minutes, and by that point I was needing to climax. Every time the blonde concentrated on licking the head of my shaft, my hips thrust up as I hoped she would take it in her mouth and finish me off. However, as much as I wanted her to do so, I still held back from making her do it. I also wanted to let her do what she had obviously planned out. 

As my moans grew louder and my hips thrust up at her more frequently, Jessi suddenly looked at me sharply and her eyes widened in what looked almost like panic. 

"Shit," she whispered, the only word she had uttered since coming out of my bedroom dressed as a cat, as she jumped up and ran to my kitchen. 

Remaining seated, I turned to watch Jessi as she scurried around the kitchen, looking in my cupboards. She grabbed something out of one and then hurried back into the living room. Kneeling back down in front of me, she placed the item she had retrieved - a saucer - on the floor by my feet, and then she rubbed her head all around my groin and abdomen, mewling,

I petted her soft hair, which again elicited the purring sound. Gently, I moved her head until her mouth was mere inches from my erection. Without prompting, my blonde kitty started licking up and down the shaft again. This time, however, after a couple of minutes of tonguing me, she moved her swirling tongue to the head and then, her blue eyes staring up at me, sucked it into her warm, wet mouth, her stretched lips encircling me just below the head. Her tongue continued to swirl around the sensitive tip as she applied increasing suction. 

With a grunt, I bucked my hips up while grabbing her hair and holding her head still. Another couple of inches disappeared between her lips as she closed her eyes and sucked harder. Keeping her head in place with my hand, I started thrusting into her mouth. It did not take long for me to reach the edge, and my intention was to ejaculate into her talented mouth. 

Jessi had other ideas. Evidently she knew from my movements, or perhaps from my increasingly frequent moans, that I was close. She opened her eyes, locked them on mine, and moved her head back until again it was just the tip of me inside her mouth. I started to shove it back down, but I was surprised at the amount of resistance I encountered from her, as well as the look of concern in her eyes, so I eased off. When I did so, she pulled her lips off of me and started licking my penis fervently. 

"Almost there," I grunted, hoping she would take me back into her mouth. Instead, she rubbed my now achingly hard erection all over her face even as I thrust it against her. 

Finally, she took mercy on me and slipped her lips around the head and sucked hard. I groaned as I felt my penis twitch, knowing I would soon be filling Jessi's mouth with what would probably be a huge load of semen, given that I had rested most of the week and that she had kept me aroused so long since she had started licking me. 

But just before my orgasm hit, my lovely blonde pussy cat withdrew her lips. She placed the saucer, which at some point she must have picked up from the floor without me noticing, at an angle under my penis. She then wrapped her delicate hand around the shaft and stroked it a couple of times, which was all it took. 

The first spurt of semen arched up over the saucer, despite the fact Jessi had it tilted up to try to prevent that exact occurrence, and splattered across her chin, her lips and her cat mask. She immediately moved the dish higher, catching all of the second spurt and the several that followed. When it seemed that I was spent and most of my gooey, white semen was pooled up on the saucer, my blonde pussy cat milked several more drops from the tip. 

After she was satisfied that she had everything I had to give, Jessi sat the semen covered saucer on the floor between my feet. Then she gazed up at me, held my eyes, leaned forward using her knees as a fulcrum, and began to lick up everything on the plate while making mewling noises. Despite the fact I had just ejaculated a massive amount of semen, I was still rock hard, and I slowly stroked myself as I watched her lick up the last drops on the saucer. 

When the saucer was licked clean, the blonde straightened up, brought the back of her left hand up and used it to wipe the semen from her face, much as a cat might use the back of its paw to clean its face. A few seconds later, seemingly satisfied she had cleaned up everything that had landed on her face and mask, she leaned forward and licked my erection all over. Then, purring, she again rubbed her head on my groin and abdomen. 

I lightly pushed her away from me and tried to angle her face up so I could kiss it, but when I leaned down, she changed positions so that my lips met the top of her head. She then proceeded to rub her head on my chin while purring. I chuckled, amazed how far she was taking this whole cat thing. I then stroked her hair, which prompted more purring as she moved her head down to my chest and began to lick. 

However, as nice as it was to pet her and have her rub her head on me and lick me, my penis was ready for more. I firmly moved her away from my chest, turned her around so that her back was to me, and pushed her forward until she was on her hands and knees, her short skirt riding up enough to show me her completely bare derriere. Pushing up the skirt rest of the way, as well as moving her costume's tail, which I now saw was hooked to a belt that doubled as the waist of her skirt, I exposed her butt and hips. I then pushed her thighs apart far enough I could slip my hand between them and slide my fingers into her dripping pussy. 

"Licking up a saucer of cum evidently makes little pussies wet," I teased her, surprising myself with how comfortable these words were for me to say. 

The aroused blonde moaned and then made the mewling sound again as she looked back at me over her shoulder. 

"I'm going to fuck you now, pussy cat," I warned her, and this time the words seemed less natural and, well, a bit silly, but the young woman moaned even louder and pushed her rear end back toward me. 

As I pulled my hand from between her thighs, I pushed on her butt firmly with my other hand, making her crawl forward a couple of feet, giving me room to stand up. When I was standing, I kicked off my jeans and underwear, as well as my socks, and stripped off my shirt. Naked, I knelt behind Jessi, giving each of her shapely cheeks a couple of playful swats while I maneuvered my rigid penis until the tip was poking between her wet labia. 

"Ready, kitty?" I asked, and the blonde meowed in response. 

Grabbing a hip in each hand, I thrust into her slick pussy, burying myself in her. Jessi moaned, and a shiver ran through her body as I started to thrust in and out of her tight but very well lubricated warmth. As I picked up speed, my blonde pussy cat moaned and mewled, and soon I was pounding into her, my scrotum slapping against her as I hammered home each thrust. 

Realizing I had not paid any attention to my blonde kitty's perfect breasts, I reached around, grabbed one in each hand, and kneaded her firm mounds while pinching and pulling on her small but erect nipples. Jessi climaxed shortly thereafter, but she did not break character. After she moaned and shuddered through her orgasm, she mewled softly as I moved in and out of her gripping pussy slowly, waiting for her to recover so I could really start again. And it was not long at all before Jessi, now purring, started rocking forward and backward in what I took to be encouragement to pick up speed again.

"You are one slutty little pussy, aren't you?" I growled. I had not intended to use the word 'slut', or a derivative thereof, with Jessi again, but it had slipped out anyway. What's more, not only did my use of it seem natural in the context, it was clear that the young blonde herself did not mind. 

Jessi moaned and meowed and thrust back against me harder. I let go of her breast with my left hand and brought that hand up so I could grab a fistful of her soft blonde hair. When I had a firm grasp, I pulled her head back while I mauled her jiggling breasts with my right hand. I had never been quite that rough with Jessi before, but it was clear she was responding well. Involuntary moans and grunts soon outnumbered her play-acting meowing. 

At this point, the blonde was covered in sweat and panting, her heavy breathing interspaced with little grunts. She did not say a word, but I could not tell if she was trying to stay in character or was too aroused to speak. Seeing her arms tremble, I realized she was about to climax again. I leaned forward so that my lips were near her ear, and I whispered, "Cum for your master, little pussy cat."

The young blonde moaned loudly and convulsed before her elbows collapsed and she pitched forward, or would have if I had not still had a grip on her hair with one hand while my other arm supported her weight under her torso. I held her there, every muscle of her body tensed, her vagina clamped around my erection, as she gasped for air. 

Then, as quickly as her orgasm had hit, it was over and she went limp. I lowered her to the ground, my still hard penis slipping from her tight pussy. As she lay on the ground in front of me, Jessi's breathing became regular, and the flush of her climax left her face and breasts. After a little while, she sat up, looked at me, and meowed. I laughed, amazed she could so easily get back into character after what sure seemed to be one of her more intense orgasms. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 08



Going to all fours again, she turned to face me where I knelt. Purring once more, she started rubbing on and licking my chest. But then, looking down at my still quite firm erection, she stopped what she was doing. 

"Meow?" she vocalized, shaping it like a question. 

"I have not," I answered, assuming she was asking about my erection and whether I had climaxed. 

My blonde pussy cat smiled, leaned over, and reached around me to pick up the saucer. When she had placed the dish on on the floor beside her, she then bent over my groin and swallowed my shaft, which was still covered in her juices, to the root. I thought about teasing her by pointing out that she was breaking character, but I was not willing to take the chance that my teasing might lead her to stop what she was doing. 

And I did not want to stop her - Jessi was in that rhythm where she pulled all the way back until just the head of my penis was in her mouth, then pushed herself down on it so that my entire erection slid into her tight throat in one glorious motion, all while she continued to apply suction to my penis as well as to waggle her tongue against my shaft. I petted her as she performed on me, and I was rewarded with the vibrations of her imitation purr on the portion of my manhood that was down her throat. 

"Fuck," I moaned. "I am going to cum!"

The blonde pulled off me, stroking my penis with one hand as she fumbled for the saucer with the other one. Just as the first stream of semen shot from my penis, she managed to move the saucer in front of me, successfully angling the dish to catch it all this time. Like previously, once I was finished spurting, she milked a bit more out of my now softening manhood. Then, before turning her attention to the pool of semen on the saucer, she licked a few drops off the tip of my penis and bathed the whole thing with her wondrous tongue. 

Once Jessi was satisfied my penis was clean, she set the saucer down on the floor and, just as she had done the first time, she lapped it all up, licking the plate completely clean in the process. When she was all finished, she looked up at me, smiled, mewled softly, and then rubbed her now messy blonde head all over my legs, groin, abdomen and chest. 

I was enjoying the attention from my blonde pussy cat when I noticed the time. It was 11:57pm, just three minutes from the New Year. I quickly stood, took Jessi's hands, and pulled her to her feet. She meowed in surprise, and I turned her toward the clock. 

Jessi's eyes widened slightly. She turned and looked me in the eye before pushing me back so that I sat down heavily in my chair. She then climbed onto my lap and turned to watch the clock change from 11:58 to 11:59. We sat in silence that next minute, watching the clock, waiting for midnight. 

When the clock read 12:00, we kissed, softly at first, then more deeply. When we both came up for air, Jessi smiled at me as I ran my fingers along her cheek. 

"Happy New Year's, Mr. Warner," she breathed.

"Happy New Year's, Jessi," I replied. 

"I'm really happy we were able to do the cat thing before New Year's," she said. "It was us from last year, so I wanted to make sure it came first."

"It was wonderful," I told her. "You did a great job staying in character."

"Except when I realized I had forgotten the fucking saucer," the blonde laughed. "Oh, and when I wanted you to cum at the end."

"You will hear no objections from me on that," I assured her, "or on anything else."

"I also forgot my 'SLUT' collar," she admitted. "It is in my bag."

"Maybe you can wear it here in the new year," I suggested. 

"I brought a different collar to wear," the young woman said, her tone suddenly serious. "One that is, well, more fitting for what I would like to do next." 

"Okay," I said, uncertain what had caused the abrupt change in her mood and unsure what it might mean.

"It fits my resolution for the new year, for the new you and me," she blurted in a rush. "For me to be your slave for New Year's Day, at the least. That's my resolution." 

TO BE CONTINUED...



A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 09



Jessi’s announcement that she wanted to be my slave for New Year’s Day, and perhaps for more of the new year as well, was followed by an awkward silence that, I admit, was mostly my own doing. Three different perspectives on the issue collided in my head as we sat in the chair in my living room, the twenty-year-old blonde – still in her cat costume – perched on my lap and staring at me. 

The first perspective, which I identified with my conscience, warned against pursuing this new line of play. This, I rationally understood, would be the objectively wisest course given what I knew about Jessi and her difficulties regarding reconciling her feelings with her sexual urges. The second perspective was more willing to give this new game a try, but it included some concern that it was quite a leap to go from light spanking, mildly rough sex, and suggestive commands to being the master of a love slave. The third perspective I considered was that if we were to do this, I really needed to take control and push the envelope a bit. To my surprise, with minimal inner dialogue I quickly resolved to go with this third perspective and to push things. One reason for this was that while sex with Jessi was always incredible, I was beginning to understand it was also predictable. 

As I looked back over my encounters with my younger lover, I could not deny that, except for our second encounter, which was very different from the others in many ways, we more or less did the same thing each time, just with different window dressing. Even the pussy cat thing had just been a new, and admittedly very exciting, framework for the same basic things we had done before – Jessi showing off/revealing herself either naked or provocatively clothed; fellatio to my climax; and then sex on the floor with me taking the young blonde woman from behind. Sure we had mixed that pattern up a little bit from one time to the next, but the basic pattern itself held. Further, even though what followed the initial activities had been more variable, there were a couple of recurring patterns involved there as well: the first was sex in bed, either face to face or Jessi on top; the second involved me picking her up and tossing her on a bed so I could perform cunnilingus on her, which was something that we had done three times in just a handful of encounters. If we were going to go down a new path, I wanted it to actually be new.  

“Mark, what are you…?” Jessi started to ask after I had been silent for some time. 

I cut off her question by grabbing a fistful of her blonde hair and aggressively kissing her. The young woman sitting on my lap moaned and wiggled as I held the kiss. When I was done, I used her hair to pull her face away from mine as I stared into her lust filled eyes. Jessi, her lips trembling, seemed to be on the verge of speaking, but no words came forth. 

Finally, she dropped her eyes and in a quiet voice asked, “Should I go change?”

“No,” I replied, putting an edge to my voice. “We are not doing this the same way. There will be no modeling of your collar and cuffs like it is a slutty fashion show.”

Jessi glanced up quickly, bit her lower lip, and then looked down again. She did not speak. 

“Get up and stand in front of me!” I commanded. 

The young woman hesitated for a half a second, and then she jumped up and stood facing me. 

“Before we start this, are you sure about doing it?” I asked her. 

“Yes, Mark,” she breathed. 

I stood up, grabbed her hair, pulled it back so she was forced to look up at me, and told her, “If I ask you a question, you reply ‘Yes, Master’ or ‘No, Master’ unless I have commanded you to do otherwise. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” Jessi whispered, her whole body now trembling. 

“Much better,” I responded. “You are not going to forget that, are you?”

“No, Master!” she answered. 

“Now, go and get the collars you brought,” I instructed. “I will decide which one you will wear.”

Jessi stood there a heartbeat before running to my bedroom. While she was gone, I went to my home office and retrieved the whip and the cuff sets she had given me for Christmas. When I returned with them in hand, Jessi was standing before the chair in which I had been sitting, a collar in each hand. 

Walking up behind her, I said, “Turn to face me,” and the slender blonde instantly complied. 

“Show me the collars,” I commanded, and she held them both up.

The collar in her left hand was the thin, black leather collar with the word ‘SLUT’ spelled out on it with metal studs. The collar in her right hand was also black leather, but it was very different from the first one. The collar she had worn before was more like a choker, the band maybe an inch think. The new collar was much more substantial – the band of it looked to be two or two and half inches thick, and instead of a word spelled out in metal studs, it was adorned with three heavy looking rings, one in the front and the other two on either side. And whereas the thinner collar had a small, delicate buckle, the heavier collar fastened with a metal buckle that would have looked at home on a large belt. Finally, the larger collar was even further set apart from the smaller one by a black leather leash clipped to the front ring. 

“Put the ‘SLUT’ collar on the chair,” I ordered, and the blonde immediately did so. 

“Good girl,” I praised her. “Now give me the other one.”

She gave me the heavier collar, which I then placed on my coffee table, along with both pairs of cuffs. 

“Strip!” I ordered, now that her hands were free. 

Jessi did not hesitate at all. She did have some problems undoing the corset of the cat costume, likely due to the fact her hands were shaking as she tried to reach behind her to unhook it. As I watched her struggle, my first impulse was to help, but I realized that was not what I should do given our roles. 

Instead, I barked, “Get it off now! If you do not, I will use this whip on you!” 

The young woman looked at the whip in my hand, then frantically pulled the corset apart and tossed it aside. Next, she unhooked the belt that held up her skirt and tail and let the whole assembly fall to the floor. Now dressed only in her fishnet stockings and her 5” high heels, Jessi stepped away from her skirt and stood in front of me with her arms to her sides. 

“All of it, slut,” I growled. 

“Y… y… yes, Master,” she stuttered, before kicking off her shoes and peeling off the stocking from each of her legs.

I walked around her as she stood there in my living room, completely naked. I commanded her to raise up on her toes and put her arms up over her head, as if she were about to dive into a pool. The blonde complied without hesitation, and I marveled at the way her legs and buttocks grew taught as she stood on her tip-toes, and how her perfectly her breasts were raised and displayed when she put her arms up. 

“You are a very beautiful slave,” I told her, and I saw her cheeks redden. 

“You will need a name,” I continued. “It should be something that represents who you are, don’t you think?”

“Yes, Master,” she replied, although I saw some concern cloud her eyes. 

“I think we will call you ‘slut’,” I announced, and even as I said it, doubt began to nag at me. However, as I usually did where Jessi was concerned, I tried to push any concerns I might have deep down in my mind, where they could not interfere with what I wanted to do.   

Jessi stared at me but did not speak. I returned her gaze, and after several seconds, she dropped her eyes. 

“What is your name, slave?” I demanded.

“Slut,” she whispered, and then hastily added, “Master.”

“What is it?” I asked again. 

“Slut, Master,” she replied, louder this time. 

“Very good, slut,” I praised her. “Now, on your knees!”

The blonde dropped to her knees, briefly looking up at me before she put her head down and stared at the floor. The concern I had tried to bury spread even wider through my mind as I stared at Jessi kneeling there before me, naked and renamed ‘slut’ at my command. I fought the urge to raise her to her feet and promise never use that word for her again. But I knew that she wanted this, and I knew that to do it for her, I had to step it up and play my part. 

I dropped the whip on the table and picked up the heavier collar. Unhooking the leash and leaving it on the table, I moved around behind the naked woman. I then commanded her to move her hair to the side, and when she complied, I put the collar around her neck and buckled it tightly in the back (I did make sure it was not too tight by slipping a finger between the collar and her neck). 

“Put your head up,” I told her as I walked back around so that I was standing in front of her again. Jessi did as she was told, and I was momentarily mesmerized by the sight of the slender, almost delicate blonde kneeling naked, a heavy back collar around her neck. My penis, which had been partially aroused since we had begun this little game, hardened completely, and I pondered abandoning the game so I could take her right there. I also noticed that my increased arousal did not go unnoticed by the woman at my feet – she stared at my erection, her lips parted and her breathing heavy.  

But instead of ravaging my new slave, I picked up the leash and reattached it to her collar. After grabbing the smaller pair of cuffs, I turned and walked toward my bedroom, tugging on the leash when it grew taught. My blonde slave girl dropped to all fours after the first tug, and crawled behind me after feeling a second. As much as I wanted to, I did not look back as I led her through the hall and into my room.   

Once we were in my room, I disconnected the leash and had my slave kneel up. I ordered her to hold out her wrists, and when she did so, I attached a leather cuff to each. I then hooked each cuff to the corresponding side ring on her collar, rendering her completely unable to use her arms. 

Moving closer to her, I grabbed her hair tight and positioned my erection in front of her face but a few inches beyond the reach of her lips. The blonde tried to lean forward, mouth open and tongue out, to get at my penis, but my grip on her hair prevented her from reaching her goal. Whimpering, the collared woman looked up at me, her eyes pleading. 

“Close your mouth,” I commanded. 

Jessi immediately clamped her mouth shut. I pulled her head forward and rubbed my erect penis all over her face, including across her pouty lips. I could tell the young woman wanted to open her mouth and wrap her lips around me, but she did as she was told. 

“Is your pussy wet, slut?” I asked her. 

“Yes, Master,” she moaned. 

“Do you want your master to fuck it?” I continued. 

“Yes, Master,” she panted. “Please, Master.”

Without another word, I turned and walked from the room, leaving Jessi kneeling on the floor, moaning. I wanted to leave her there alone, making her anticipate what was to come, but that was only part of my reason for leaving the bedroom. I had never used a whip on anyone before, and I wanted to experiment with how much force to use. I just did not want to do so in front of the young woman who was, at least for a little while, my slave. 

Once I was back in the living room, I picked up the jeans I had been wearing when Jessi came over and pulled them on. I then picked up the whip. Holding out my left arm, I struck it with the whip with what I thought would be a fair amount of strength. I was surprised at how light it felt, however. After a few more tries, including one attempt that was definitely too hard, I thought I knew the right amount of force to use to deliver a lashing that would sting but would not hurt the young woman. 

When I walked back into my bedroom, Jessi was exactly where I had left her. As I approached her, I saw her eyes linger on the whip, but there did not seem to be a look of fear in those blue eyes– it seemed more like one of longing. I felt the rate of my pulse and my respiration increase, and then I was again standing in front of my kneeling slave. 

On a whim, I held out the whip and told the blonde to kiss it. Never taking her burning eyes off of mine, she kissed and licked the whip. My erection, which had subsided somewhat while I was out of the room, returned full force, making a noticeable bulge in my jeans. 

Stepping to her side, I put my hand on Jessi’s bare back and pushed her forward until her torso was resting on the floor, her head turned to the side. She started to raise up here rear, as if getting in position for me to enter her pussy from behind, but I pushed her hips back down. I then ran my fingertips up and down her bare, flawless back, and as I did so, I felt the young blonde shiver under my touch. 

“I am going to give you five lashes, slut,” I informed the woman on the floor. “This way, you will know what will happen if you disobey me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” she replied.

“Count the lashes, slave,” I commanded as I landed the first strike on the skin of her smooth, white back. 

“One,” Jessi grunted after her body jerked from the blow. I almost stopped right then, after that single stroke of the whip, but I pushed on. However, I did decide that I wanted it over with as soon as possible.

To expedite the process, I delivered the next three lashes with force equivalent to the first but in rapid succession. My blonde slave jerked and cried out the number with each of the lashes, but they did not seem to be really hurting her. However, as I pulled my arm back, ready to deliver the last of the five, I noticed that the young woman was trembling and moaning. I also saw that the pale, soft flesh of her back was streaked with reddening marks where the blades of the whip had hit her fair skin. I paused, unable to follow through with that last stroke of the whip, as my mind raced. 

Part of me wanted to make this last one harder than the rest, to really let her feel it so that the “message” was delivered and I would never have to do it again. Another part of me wanted to give her something light, a reward for taking the first four lashes so well. A third part wanted to end this whole game altogether and not hit her again. However, as I did when I had decided to pursue this game with the young woman in the first place, I pushed away my doubts and resolved to really put my best into my role. It was what I believed that Jessi wanted, after all. So, I put more power into the last stroke, but I did not realize until it hit her that I had underestimated the amount of force. 

The blades of the whip landed on her already red back with a loud crack. Her creamy, delicate body jumped violently and she shrieked. I immediately dropped the whip and knelt down beside her as she began to sob. 

“God, I’m sorry,” I told her. “Jessi, honey, are you okay?”

“F… f… f… five,” the young blonde managed to stammer through her sobs. 

“Shit, don’t worry about that,” I said as I unhooked her wrists from the rings on the collar. 

Jessi let her arms flop down in front of her, but otherwise she did not move, save for her body shaking every few seconds. She did not say anything else either, but I could tell her sobbing was lessening. I could not believe I had done this to her. I was sure at that point that we were done for the night. Brushing the blonde’s soft hair aside, I pulled off the collar and tossed it aside. 

“Why… why did you do that?” she asked weakly after I had removed the collar. 

“I hurt you,” I pointed out. 

“It’s okay,” she mumbled. “I know… I know what to expect… if I… if I am… bad.”

“No, Jessi,” I explained. “We are not doing this anymore.”

“But was so… so fucking hot,” she panted. “I am… I am… dripping. Check… check my… my pussy.”

Instead of doing as she asked, I stood, moved in front of her, bent over to take her hands, and drew her up so she was kneeling straight. I tried to pull her up to a standing position, but the young woman resisted, and I did not want to pull her arms out of socket in addition to hurting her with the whip. 

When I was able to get a good look at Jessi’s face, I was even more convinced I had done the right thing in stopping our game. Streaks of mascara were drying on her face, evidence of her tears. 

“I am not going to check your pussy,” I informed her bluntly. “We do not need to do this.”

The kneeling blonde stared up at me, and in those vivid blue eyes I saw disappointment, but maybe a hint of something else as well – relief.

“Master, you slave – your slut – needs…” she started, but I put a finger to her lips to silence her. 

“I know you wanted this, Jessi,” I said, “but I just do not think this is right for us – not like this. If we do this, I think I might need to build up to it, maybe play around a bit first, rather than immediately jump in to a master/slave game.”

“It’s no game,” she countered, “It is something I have dreamed of, something I have wanted to experience.”

“I think it would only ever be a game to me,” I admitted. “I could not – I will not – treat you this way in day-to-day reality.”

“I‘m not asking for all the time, Mark,” she clarified. “I just want it to be real when we do it.”

“Real?” I asked. 

The young woman closed her eyes, and then stood up. Moving right in front of me, she took my hands and looked deep into my eyes. 

“It solves our problem,” she told me. “When we want to be loving, we can be just that, and I think I can be okay with it, if I know there are other times when I will have no choice.”

“No choice?” 

“Because I’d be your slave. What you feel for me, or don’t feel for me, wouldn’t matter,” she explained. “I’d have no choice, which means nothing to worry about. We could be as dirty and rough as you wanted, and I wouldn’t worry about how you feel about me because I’d have no choice but to do want you wanted.”

“Jessi, I am not sure that would really help,” I contended, my mind uneasy at her tortured logic. 

“It would, Mark,” she argued back. “It would. I’d be okay with you loving me, and me loving you, because I’d be your slut and be used like one if that is what you wanted as my master. There is no pressure that way.”

As she further explained her plan to me, I heard desperation creep into Jessi’s voice, and I noticed her rate of respiration increase. Afraid she was in the beginning stages of a panic attack, I decided to take action. 

I grabbed Jessi’s slim waist, drew her naked body against my half-clothed one, and kissed her. At first the blonde did not respond, but then she put her arms around my neck and kissed me back. After the kiss, we stared into each other’s eyes, and I smiled. A few seconds later, Jessi shook her head minutely and returned the smile. 

“This scares me more than a whipping,” she whispered. 

“What does,” I asked, moving my face closer to hers so that our lips were no more than an inch or so apart. 

“That I feel this much for you,” she admitted, and then we were kissing again.

I slid my hands down to grasp her firm, shapely rear-end. After giving both cheeks a squeeze, I pulled my right hand back and gave the blonde’s bottom a firm smack. Jessi jumped in my arms and broke our kiss. She stared up at me, confusion in her eyes. 

“I don’t mind being a little rough, or giving you some playful swats,” I confessed with a wink, “but trying to just jump into being more – that was too much. As I said, let’s build up to it and see how it goes.”

“Okay,” she conceded. “But you have to accept that sometimes what I feel may get to be too much for me. This is all easier if I just give myself to you and you treat me how you want.”

“I am treating you how I want,” I proclaimed, still holding her tight against me. “I want to treat you like my lover.”

“Can your lover sometimes be a slut?” she asked, uncertainty radiating from her. 

“I very much like it when she is,” I said. “And I also like it when we make love. The two things are not mutually exclusive.” 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 09



“Well, at least I know you still want me,” the blonde said, moving her hand down between us and grabbing the renewed bulge in my jeans. 

Encouraged by the young woman’s change in attitude, I did my own exploring, sliding my hand to her groin and then between her legs. 

“I think we know you still want me too,” I observed when I felt the wetness of her shaven pussy. 

“Fuck yes,” she whispered. 

“You still have those cuffs on,” I pointed out. “Let’s see if I can find a place to hook them to the bed, and then I will lick you until you scream.”

Jess bit her bottom lip, nodded vigorously, and held up her hands to me. Taking one of them, I led her to my bed and sat her down on it. I then had her lie back and stretch her hands above her head. Next, I clipped the cuffs together and looked for something to which I could hook them. As I did not have a headboard, I did not really see any options until I realized that all I needed was something to tether the restraints to the bed frame.

Leaving Jessi lying stretched out on my bed, I hurried to my closet and pulled out a belt. When I was back at the bed, I slipped the belt under the front crossbar on the frame and then over the link between the cuffs. When I buckled the belt, it formed a loop that connected the cuffs to the bed frame. The young blonde’s arms were pulled down against the mattress more than I had thought they would be, but it did not seem to bother her. 

“Is that okay?” I asked.  

The now restrained woman nodded and whispered, “Yes.”

Moving around to the foot of my bed, I pushed her legs wide, opening up her smoothly shaven vulva. I pondered for a moment retrieving the ankle cuffs, but I was not sure whether I could figure out a way to hook them to the bed. So, I contented myself with just crawling between her legs and using my body to make sure she kept them spread. 

As I used my fingers to separate her labia, I realized the bound woman was too far down the bed for me to fit comfortably up on it while I licked her, but too far up it for me to kneel at the foot of the bed and still reach her with my mouth and tongue. To alleviate the problem, I had Jessi scoot up a couple of feet so that her head was at the very top of the bed, resting on her cuffed wrists and between her bent elbows. This gave me room to be all the way on the bed comfortably, and it reduced the strain on her arms and shoulders as well. Unfortunately, after moving her up I became concerned that she might bang her head a bit on the wall, as she was only about an inch or so away from it. I would just have to hope that would not happen. 

Returning to between her legs, I began to slowly lick, kiss and nibble on her engorged labia. Before too long, Jessi was moaning and wiggling her hips. 

“Please lick my clit, Master,” she begged, slipping back into her slave role. However, I was not too worried about it this time – I had no intention at that point of going beyond just restraining her, and so far that seemed to be something with which I was comfortable. 

Slowly, teasingly, I spread her lower lips, revealing her most sensitive of places. I brushed her clitoris lightly with my lips, and the bound blonde’s hips bucked up as a low moan filled the air. 

“You have such a pretty little pussy,” I told her, which elicited another moan and a wiggle. 

“Please, Master,” she whined. “Please lick it.”

Figuring I had teased her enough, I attacked her clitoris with my tongue. As I did so, I reached a hand up and tightly squeezed one of her perfect breasts. Jessi grunted and thrust her hips up, mashing her pussy against my face. For my part, I kept licking her clit – first up and down, then side to side – and playing with her breasts with one hand while clamping the other on one slender thigh, holding it down. The young woman moaned and jerked against her restraint and my hand on her thigh as I relentlessly tongued her clit. Less than five minutes after I had started, the sexy blonde shuddered her way through her first orgasm. 

I did not give Jessi a chance to recover from that first climax, however. I continued licking her clit, but I moved the hand from her breasts down to her groin so I could slip two fingers into her tight, wet pussy. My other hand maintained its firm grasp on her right thigh. When my fingers penetrated her, Jessi gasped while thrusting and twisting her pelvis at the same time. 

“Fuck that feels good,” she panted. 

I thought about chastising her for breaking out of her slave character, but I decided I would rather just concentrate on giving her pleasure. So as my tongue waggled against her clitoris, I started slamming my fingers in and out of her. I kept this up for a few more minutes, and then the restrained young woman was again in the throes of a climax. 

I gave her a reprieve this time, at least from my tongue; I kept the two fingers embedded deeply in her pussy, enjoying the spasms that gripped them in her wet warmth.  As I felt those spasm start to subside, I licked and kissed all around her clitoris, and soon the blonde was moaning and wiggling her hips again. 

Taking this to mean she was ready for more, I took her clit between my lips and sucked lightly on it. As I did so, I pulled the two fingers from her, which elicited what sounded like a disappointed groan. That groan changed to a yelp when I added a third finger and shoved them back inside. I gave her a few moments to get accustomed to this new sensation before I began moving those three fingers in and out of her. 

Jessi gasped and moaned as I picked up speed with my fingers, and when I shoved them in hard while also sucking vigorously on her small, sensitive clit, she shrieked “FUCK!” and clenched her legs around me tightly, throwing off the hand that had been restraining her thigh. Seconds later, I felt her pussy spasm around my fingers again as her hips thrust up off the bed, her entire body rigid. This time, her climax lasted longer, and she went completely limp when it started to fall off. 

I pulled the three fingers that had been inside her out and reached up and smeared the juices from them on her partially open lips. Jessi moaned and then opened her mouth. I slipped the fingers into it, and she sucked and licked them clean. While she did this, I caressed her thigh and planted small kisses around her pussy. 

“That was fantastic, Mark,” she murmured when I withdrew my fingers from her mouth. 

“It is not over yet,” I told her, before shoving my tongue into her pussy, curling it up so I could thrust it in and out of her. 

“Oh fuck,” the now hyper-aroused blonde moaned as she squirmed. 

When I had her panting again, I moved my tongue back up to her clit and again pushed two fingers inside of her. This time, instead of just sliding those fingers in and out of her, I searched for the angle that had driven her over the edge the week before. Within a minute or so of exploring, I found it again, and Jessi was squirming and bucking her hips each time I thrust my fingers inside of her at that perfect angle. Her moans deepened and grew hoarse, as they had when she had experienced multiple orgasms before. Knowing she was near the edge, I doubled my efforts with my tongue. 

After a particularly long and low moan, Jessi grunted loudly and shuddered violently. As I felt her pussy clamp down on my fingers tighter than I had ever felt it before, I thrust them all the way inside of her and pushed up against the upper wall of her vagina. While doing this, I continued to lick and suck on her clitoris unrelentingly as my young lover’s body stiffened. Other than her ragged breathing, she was strangely silent.

For some time – it felt like minutes – I kept up the action with my tongue and the pressure with my fingers while Jessi’s body remained completely rigid. Then, without any warning, her body jerked violently a couple of times and a loud scream burst from her lips. I immediately ceased licking her clitoris and withdrew my fingers as her slender body went limp. 

I did kiss and lick Jessi’s wet and swollen labia as I teased her thighs with my fingers, tracing circular patterns on her smooth skin. However, there was no response at all from the young woman, not a moan, not a groan, not a single sound or any movement, save for the soft sound of her slowing respiration and the gentle rise and fall of her chest. 

“Jessi,” I called softly, and when she did not react, I called her name again, a bit louder this time. Still, she did not respond. 

Sitting up so that I had a better view of the blonde’s face, I saw that her eyes were closed and her lips were slightly parted. She looked as if she were sleeping. I slipped from the end of the bed and walked around the side to release the belt that held her hands in place. When that was done, I shook her by her shoulder, calling her name as I did so. 

Jessi stirred and a low moan escaped her lips, but she did not wake. I carefully reached under her head and unhooked the cuffs. As I pulled her arms down to her sides, I again called her name. This time the young woman groaned in response, but still she did not open her eyes. At that point, I started to worry. I had thought she was just lost in the afterglow of an intense orgasm, but now I was concerned that she had passed out. I sat down on the bed beside her. 

“Jessi, honey,” I called louder as I shook her more vigorously. “Are you okay?”

“Imokay,” she slurred, her eyes still closed. “Whatthefuckhappend?”

“I think you passed out,” I told her. 

“Fuck,” she moaned, her voice stronger. “I thought it was a myth.”

“What did you think was a myth?” I asked her. 

The young woman stretched out on the bed before answering, “Passing out from cumming.”

“I have never seen it before,” I admitted. “It was a little concerning.”

“Sorry,” she murmured, turning to face me as her eyes finally opened. 

“You have nothing to be sorry about, Jessi,” I assured her, as I brushed a few strands of damp blonde hair from her forehead. ”I just did not expect it.”

“Neither did I, Mark,” she smiled, as she reached out to caresses my face.  “That is six kinds. And fuck, six was… was… beyond… incredible.”

“What happened?” I inquired as I stood, removed my jeans, and then lay down beside the young woman. 

Jessi scooted further down the bed so that her head was about even with my chest, then she rolled on her side, facing me before pulling me into a hug. We remained like that for some time, and I began to worry about getting an erection. I had lost what was left of mine when the blonde had passed out after her orgasm, but the feel of her pressed up against me was threatening to bring it back. However, even though I had not climaxed, at that moment I did not want to go beyond just holding each other – I did not think it would be in Jessi’s best interest to do more just then.  

“So what does my Master want me to do for him,” Jessi asked after she had broken our embrace and leaned up on one elbow to look down at me. “I think Master fucking his slave’s face would be a great place to start, but it is not for a slave to tell her Master what to do.” 

“I think we should sleep on it, Jessi,” I told her, which prompted a pout and narrowed eyes. 

“But Master should use his slave for his pleasure,” the young blonde countered as she tried to stare me down. 

“Right now,” I snapped, ‘’your master wants you to sleep. I will fuck your face, and whatever else I want, when I want to do so.”

Jessi’s eyes widened at my words and my tone, then she smiled. 

“I must do as my Master wishes,” she replied, dropping her eyes; however, the smile remained on her lips. 

“Lay back down and turn over so your back is to me,” I commanded her. 

Jessi immediately complied. I then moved close behind her, my now semi-erect penis pressed against her derriere. As Jessi pushed her rear end back against me, I stroked her hair with one hand and reached around to grab one of her perfect breasts with the other. 

The blonde moaned and then asked, “Is Master sure he does not want to use his slave now?” 

“Go to sleep,” I told her. 

Jessi gave a disappointed moan, and though I could not see her pretty face, I could imagine that her small but sensuous lips were again formed into a pout. However, after a few moments, the young woman sighed and seemed to relax as I continued to stroke her soft hair. 

I think I had almost drifted off to sleep when I heard her whisper, “I love you, Master.”

Rousing up, I asked Jessi what she had said.

“Nothing,” she mumbled, her own voice heavy with sleep. 

Wondering if those words had only been in my head, perhaps just a dream, I finally drifted off to sleep. 

***

When I awoke, I could tell it was just beginning to turn light outside. At first, I did not realize what had roused me, but quite quickly it filtered through my brain that my erect penis was enveloped by something warm and wet. Looking down toward my groin, I saw Jessi’s lips wrapped around my shaft as she sucked on it hard. When she saw my eyes were open, the sexy blonde winked at me. 

Enjoying the work of Jessi’s expert mouth, I rolled from my side to my back, and she followed, never letting my erection pull from between her lips.  However, the change of positon caused me to realize how full my bladder was. I tried to put it out of my mind as Jessi moved so that she could lie down between my legs. Unfortunately, the need to urinate had become urgent, and I had to pull my young fellatrix off of me before she had swallowed my shaft all the way down. 

“I have to go to the bathroom,” I advised her as I got up off the bed. 

The young blonde did not say a word as I hurried to the bathroom, so I was not aware she had followed me until after I flushed and turned around. Jessi stood in the doorway, naked of course, with an odd smile on her face. 

“Jessi, let’s go back…” I started to say, but I trailed off as I watched her pull a wash cloth from the rack and wet it under the faucet. The pretty blonde then drop to her knees right in front of me. Looking up at me, she took my semi-hard penis in her hand and started cleaning it with the wet cloth. The water on the cloth was a little on the cool side, which kept me from becoming fully erect despite the fact that my lovely twenty-year-old lover had begun to stroke my shaft while she cleaned the head of it. 

When Jessi was satisfied I was clean, she tossed the cloth on the counter and wrapped her sensuous lips around my penis, sucking on the first couple inches of it while licking around the tip. In no time, my erection had fully returned, and my talented lover was starting to take more and more of my shaft into her wondrous mouth. 

Reaching out with both hands, I ran my fingers through the young woman’s soft blonde hair as she performed. I briefly thought about whether I should take over, as she had suggested the night before, and use her mouth for my pleasure. However, I was not sure I was really in the right mood for that, and I was very much enjoying her efforts to please me, so I continued to just stroke her hair as she sucked up and down my rigid manhood. 

After a couple minutes, Jessi pulled her head back, letting my penis free, and looked up at me questioningly. 

“Do you want to fuck your slave’s mouth, Master?” Jessi asked. “Should the slave fetch her collar?”

“No,” I said as I reached down, grabbed her hands, and pulled her to her feet. 

The young woman had a puzzled look on her face as I pulled her close and kissed her. 

“Mark,” she whispered, “Don’t you want to…”

“No I do not, Jessi,” I cut her off. “I want to make love to you.”

My blonde lover’s eyes widened slightly and her lips trembled. Realizing that she was probably starting to “feel too much,” as she put it, I scooped her into my arms. Jessi, her eyes locked on mine in one of her characteristic stares, put her arms around my neck as I carried her from the bathroom and back into my bedroom, in front of me this time rather than slung over my shoulder. 

As I lay her back on the bed, Jessi maintained eye contact with me, even as she scooted up the bed and spread her slender legs. Her shaven pussy glistened enticingly with her juices, so I leaned over and licked her labia, then her sensitive clit. Jessi moaned before hooking her hands in my hair and pulling me up toward her. When I was above her, looking down into her eyes, my penis poised to enter her warm pussy, the blonde smiled up at me and brushed a strand of hair from my forehead. 

“Take me please,” she begged, and I did as she asked, pushing my erection into her in one long, slow movement. 

The young woman beneath me arched her back and moaned, and then when I was all the way inside of her, she wrapped her legs around my rear and held me deep. I was happy to stay that way for several heartbeats as I grew accustomed to the tightness of her warm pussy around me. Leaning down, I kissed my lover’s sweet, pouty lips long and hard, even as I began to slowly move my shaft in and out of her clinging wetness. 

“Oh yes,” she breathed. “That feels so good. Does it feel good to be inside of me?”

Instead of saying anything, I moved my head down and took one of her small, dusty pink nipples between my teeth, nibbling and pulling on it. The now gasping blonde grabbed my hair and held my face to her perfectly shaped breast. Widening my mouth, I took as much as I could of the creamy flesh of her breast into my mouth and bit down softly, even as I slowly, deliberately thrust in and out of her.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” Jessi moaned, “Fuuuuu…”

She stopped midway through saying ‘fuck,’ and I looked up from her chest to see if everything was okay. I noticed that her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip, fairly hard from what I could tell. I realized then that  the young woman was trying not to say what she wanted to say, probably because she was worried it would not be appropriate for ‘making love’. 

Pulling my mouth away from her now red nipple, I assured her, “Jessi – it is okay to talk dirty.”

“Fuck!” she yelled, and I smiled before latching on to her other nipple. 

“Oh fuck,” she groaned. “Fuck I love this!”

It was all I could do to keep from chuckling, so I double my attention to her breast to make sure I did not do so. I could only imagine what Jessi would do if she thought I was laughing at her during sex. She probably would not let me explain that I found it endearing that she had not thought she should use dirty words if we were making love, but then after I told her it was okay, she immediately said “fuck” several times. 

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” she gasped, letting go of my hair and wrapping her arms tightly around my torso. 

“I… love you… licking… and biting… my… my tits,” the breathless young woman panted.

I felt an odd combination of relief and disappointment when my first thought, that my blonde lover was telling me that she loved me, was proven wrong as she managed to gasp out the rest of what she was saying. Sure, I knew we were likely headed down that path – Jessi had already spoken about it obliquely – but actually declaring it was still a step that I was not sure we were ready to take quite yet. And of course, there was also Jessika to consider. With a growl and a shake of my head, I forced down my concerns, as well as my thoughts about my brunette paramour, and concentrated on making Jessi feel good. 

Straightening up, I pulled out of Jessi’s arms. Grabbing one of her slender thighs in each hand, I began to pick up seed while also increasing the force of my thrusts. The blonde opened her eyes, locked them on mine, and then ran her hands up my chest as I began to pound into her, making her modest bosom quiver with each impact of my groin against her.  

“Fuck yes,” she moaned. “Fuck me hard, Mark. Fuck me hard!”

I wanted to tease my now hopelessly aroused lover, so I abruptly stopped my thrusting, leaving just the head of my penis at the entrance to her sopping wet pussy. Jessi groaned and thrust her hips up at me. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 09



“Fuck me,” she pleaded, her bright blue eyes smoldering with lust. 

“What is the magic word, Jessi?” I inquired, grinning down at her. 

“Please fuck me!” she implored, her voice desperate.

I slammed into her, and a loud gasp that turned into a moan escaped her soft lips as she closed her eyes and arched her back, pushing her pelvis up against me. I stayed buried deep inside of her for several moments, and then I began to pound my rigid shaft in and out of her again. Jessi shuddered beneath me, but I did not think she had climaxed – I had not felt any spasms in her tight pussy. However, I was quite sure she was very close. So after a few more hard thrusts, I again stopped with just the tip of my penis inside of her.

Much more quickly this time, Jessi begged me to continue. I teased her a bit first, starting to move in, then pulling back, until her pleading became pitiful. Then I rammed myself inside of her, and like before, she gasped and shuddered but did not reach orgasm. Unfortunately, that hard thrust back into her had brought me close, and I knew I would have to pull out longer next time if I was going to keep this going. 

“Don’t you dare pull out of me again, Mark Warner,” the blonde growled as I began thrusting, her now open eyes glaring up at me. 

“Do you like having my hard cock in your pussy?” I asked her even as I pulled back, this time completely out of her. 

“Fuck yes!” she cried, and she began pushing her groin up, trying to capture the head of my rock hard penis in her needful pussy. “Please shove your cock in me. I need it in my cunt.”

I felt some surprise at her word choice – the only other time I could remember my young lover using that particular term was when she had discussed a fantasy scenario of having another woman with us as a way to arouse me. It was clear to me that I had teased her to the point she was desperate to climax. Taking pity on her, I thrust into her wet warmth, not as forcefully as the time before, but still with enough vigor to again cause her to gasp and close her eyes. 

I leaned down until our sweat slickened torsos were pressed together, and Jessi clamped her arms and legs around me as I established a steady, driving rhythm. As I moved in and out of her, I kissed her deeply, and her tongue played with mine even as she moaned and squirmed beneath me. Suddenly, the blonde pulled her mouth from mine, arched her neck, and let out a long, undulating moan. Her muscles grew rigid as her body tensed, and I felt her pussy spasm around me. 

As Jessi’s orgasm took her, I sped up my thrusting; I wanted to climax with her. However, I soon realized that I might have waited too long. Much to my consternation, I was no longer as close as I had been, so I slammed into her even faster and harder. When I did so, my young lover’s body shook and she grunted with each thrust. Her tight, wet pussy continued to grip at me as I pumped in and out of her, and I wondered whether she was still in the throes of her climax. 

It took only a few seconds of this for me to reach my own climax, and with one final, hard thrust, I buried myself inside of her and felt my penis twitch as several spurts of semen shot into her receptive pussy. I worked to catch my breath – both Jessi and I were panting quite hard by that point – and shuddered as I felt her continuing vaginal spasms clutch at my softening penis. Finally, Jessi’s body relaxed, and her arms and legs slid from where they had been wrapped around me. 

I pushed myself up off of her, my arms bracing my upper body, as I looked down at her flushed face. As I did so, Jessi opened her eyes, smiled up at me, and released a deep sigh. She then ran her hands up and down my arms as we held each other’s gaze. My penis was now completely flaccid, but I made no attempt to withdraw it from her. I was enjoying the closeness of that moment, and I was quite sure my blond lover was as well. 

“So, how was that,” I asked her after we had stared at each other for several heartbeats.  

Jessi laughed, smiled wide, and reached up to run her hand along the side of my face before answering, “Awesome.” 

“I thought you might like it,” I told her. 

“I did,” she replied, then her look became serious as she continued, “But I thought you wanted to make love.”

“Why do you think that was not making love?” I challenged her.

The young woman’s eyes narrowed, and I could tell she was pondering my response. I was hoping she was starting to understand that there was not always a clear line between raw sex and making love.

“It was pretty intense,” she pointed out a few seconds later. 

“But making love can be intense,” I countered. “It does not always have to be slow and gentle – that is just one way of doing it. It can be hard and raw; it can be playful; it can even be a bit rough. What matters in making love is that you are doing it because of the way you feel about the other person and because you want to make that person feel good. That is what separates it from mere sex.”

“So, was the pussy cat stuff we did earlier making love too,” Jessi asked, and I would have laughed had she not been completely serious with the question. 

“If we want it to be,” I answered. “But there are also times when two people who care about each other might want to just play or, well, fuck for nothing but the physical excitement of it. That is okay too. It does not change how they feel about each other, and it does not mean that sometimes they might want to make love rather than just have sex.”

“And what about me being your slave?” she whispered, and I saw doubt creep into her blue eyes. “I want that because I… because of how I feel, and I want to give myself to you, to be yours, whatever you want.”

“But you also want that because it allows you to not worry about how or why I want you, and just concentrate on the fact that I do want you,” I reminded her, paraphrasing what she had told me earlier. 

Jessi looked away from me, and I could tell she was struggling with her thoughts. Afraid she would emotionally withdraw, I decided that I needed to get her mind on something else. So, I rolled off of her, my soft penis slipping from the warmth of her, and got up from the bed. 

“I am going to fix breakfast. Are pancakes again okay?” I asked her. 

Jessi sat up in the bed, and for a moment her face had that blank look on it, the one that usually preceded her leaving or asking me to leave. I braced myself for her to announce she had to go, but instead she shook her head, looked me in the eye, and smiled. 

“I would love some pancakes,” she beamed. 

***

I had the pancakes ready when Jessi came out of me bedroom. She was dressed as I was – knit shorts and a t-shirt – but somehow she made it look incredibly attractive. I have always known that I preferred women who wore less makeup, but with Jessi, I think that preference went a step further. I was beginning to understand that I found her to be her most alluring when she was at her most comfortable.  

“Your pancakes are ready, Jessi,” I smiled, indicating the place I had set for her at the table. 

“Thanks, Mark,” she smiled back as she sat at the table.  

Over the next couple of hours, Jessi and I sat at my table and talked about many things. She told me about her job and her plans for the future. She worked for a finance company where she scanned old records into the computer and then checked for errors in the scanned data. She admitted it was dull work, but that she liked it because she could work at odd hours and did not really have to work with other people. She also told me that, in her spare time, she was working with some online acquaintances on creating a video game, and that her plan for her future was to earn a degree in computer science and be a game programmer.

I told Jessi some about my marriage, and why it had ended. I explained that my ex-wife had pushed me to quit teaching full time so I could go to work for her father and her uncle in their marketing agency in order to make more money. I admitted to my young lover that I had held resentment toward my ex-wife because of that, and because she had discouraged my writing. I also admitted that my decision to take a job teaching full time again had been the beginning of the end of my marriage, and that I had known that particular outcome was likely when I had decided to make that change. 

When I was done talking about my marriage, Jessi asked, “So what kind of things did you write?”

“Mainly short stories, although I have a couple of novels partially written,” I replied. 

“But what kind are they,” she asked, and I realized she wanted to know the genre of my writing. 

“Some general fiction and some horror, mainly,” I told her. “But, I started out with science fiction…”

“I love science fiction,” Jessi blurted out, and for the first time since we had started talking, I was on the receiving end of one of those overlong and disconcerting Jessi stares. 

“I thought you did not like literature,” I pointed out, remembering our first evening together, when she had told me that she was much more comfortable with math than other subjects.

“I like reading, especially science fiction,” she replied. “I don’t like talking about what it means. It does not work out for me. But you know that.”

I nodded and then asked her, “What else do you like to read, besides science fiction?” 

“Comic books,” she answered, looking down as her face colored. 

“Comic books can be quite interesting,” I agreed, wanting to assure her that she had nothing to be embarrassed about. “I have a friend at the college who teaches a class in which she uses a couple graphic novels. Anything else you read often?”

“Um, dirty stories,” she whispered, her face now bright red. 

“Oh, well, um, I see,” I said, then added, “I have never written any erotica.”

“You should, Mark,” Jessi said earnestly, as she looked up and met my eyes again. “You certainly know what you are doing.”

It was my turn to blush and look away, mumbling “Thanks,” as I did so.  

I was not sure why her comment embarrassed me, but it did. I had never considered myself particularly skilled as a lover, a topic on which I suspect my ex-wife and I would agree, but these last few weeks with Jessi, and Jessika as well, had been different. With both of my paramours, I seemed to have a sexual compatibility that was extraordinary, at least in my experience. 

Jessi, who was not always the best at knowing what other people were feeling, seemed to realize I was uncomfortable, so she changed the subject. However, the new subject she chose was also a bit uncomfortable for me. 

“Do you have any science fiction stories I could read?” she asked. 

Looking at her expectant expression, I pondered how I would answer her. I had rarely let anyone else read my stories, other than my ex-wife, and she had been far from encouraging when I had let her. But, I knew Jessi had really put herself out there emotionally with me, and I decided I would do the same for her. 

“There is one I have been revising.” I replied. “I think it is almost where I want it to be.”

“So I can read it?” she grinned, her blue eyes bright with anticipation. 

“Yes,” I affirmed, even as a queasy feeling started to spread through my stomach. “I will be right back.”

I went to my office, booted up my computer, and printed a copy of the short story. I also grabbed my e-reader so I could read something while I let Jessi read my story. I doubted I would be able to focus on anything else while she was reading it, but I needed something to do other than stare at her. 

When I brought the printed out story to Jessi, she beamed at me. Then for the next thirty minutes or so, I tried to read the novel that I had started reading the day before while waiting for Jessi to come over, but I could make little headway. I kept glancing up at the blonde to see how she was reacting to my story. Each time I looked, she appeared to be absorbed by it. 

I eventually gave up on my reading and went to my office, where I attempted to work on some new grammar exercises for use in the coming semester. After several false starts, I was finally able to immerse myself in my work. The first clue I had that another forty minutes had passed was Jessi standing in the doorway of my office, the printed pages of my story in her hand. 

“I loved it, Mark,” she grinned. “It was cool.”

“I am glad you liked it,” I told her as she walked across my office until she was standing in front of me. “I wrote that one over twenty years ago…”

My voice trailed off as Jessi pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing her modest but perfectly formed breasts. She tossed the shirt on my desk and then dropped to her knees in front of me. Smiling up at me, she pulled my suddenly hardening penis out of my shorts. 

“Thank you for letting me read it, Mark,” she breathed as she stared into my eyes. 

“You do not have to…” I started, but Jessi cut me off. 

“Remember what you said about doing something because of how you feel and because you want to make the other person feel good?” she asked. 

“Yes,” I affirmed. 

“And you said that was making love, right?” she pushed. 

“Yes,” I again affirmed. 

“Then this is making love, what I want to do for you right now,” she reasoned. “So, please let me do it for you.”

“Okay,” I sighed as she wrapped her lips around the head of my now fully erect member and sucked and licked at that most sensitive part. 

My young blonde fellatrix teased the tip of my shaft with her soft lips and active tongue for several minutes, by which time I was squirming in my chair. This slow, loving, intense performance was even more excruciatingly arousing then her licking had been when she had been pretending to be a cat. And just when I was at the point that I thought I could not stand a second more of such tortuous pleasure, Jessi slipped her lips from my penis and smiled at me as she rubbed the now slick shaft on her face. 

“I love your cock, Mark,” she purred. “And I love sucking it.” 

“I love you sucking it,” I admitted, thankful for the momentary relief but also wanting her to take it back between her soft lips.  

“There is one thing I have been wanting to tell you, though,” she continued, and I might have been worried had she not had a mischievous look on her elfin features. “You don’t have to tell me when you are going to cum. Just cum when and where you want. I’ll figure it out.”

Not waiting for an answer, the young woman started to take my penis back between her lips, then she stopped and clarified, “In fact, I don’t want you to tell me first. I want it to be surprise.” 

“Okay,” I moaned as she wrapped her lips around me and dove all the way down in one slow, continuous motion, not stopping until her nose was buried in the pubic hair above the root of my erection. 

The feeling was pure bliss for me. My blonde lover was quite skilled at oral sex even when she did not deep throat me. When she did, however, it took the experience to a different level. Not even Jessika, who was probably a slightly better fellatrix absent deep throating, could compare to the full package of what Jessi could do. 

As Jessi sucked up and down my entire shaft, her tongue always in motion against it, I felt my climax building inside of me. I did not want this fantastic experience to end, however, so I tried different techniques to make it last longer, including grabbing her hair and momentarily stopping her with just a couple of inches of my manhood in her mouth. But at best, I might have prolonged her performance by a few minutes before it became too much for me.  

I almost warned Jessi that I was going to finish, but I held my tongue, as she had asked. My young lover was just starting down my shaft again, with maybe a little more than half my length inside her mouth, when I grabbed her head, humped my hips up at her, and flooded her mouth with semen. I must have caught her at just the wrong time, however, because the blonde’s eyes went wide and she quickly pulled her mouth off of me. Several squirts of my semen landed on her face as she squeezed her eyes shut and coughed.

“God, I am sorry, Jessi,” I apologized. 

Wanting to help her, I reached down and started using my fingers to clean her face, even as a line of semen trickled from the corner of her still open mouth. At my touch, Jessi opened her eyes, gabbed my hand, pulled it away from her face, and shook her head. She next took the two fingers that had started to wipe the semen off of her cheek and sucked them clean. When she was done with that, she used her agile tongue and her fingers to clean up what had leaked from her mouth when she coughed. 

Then, without a word, she pushed back from me and stood up, the lines of semen still on her face. Grabbing her t-shirt from where it had landed on my desk, the young woman carefully pulled it over her head, making sure that it did not smear the gooey substance. My surprise at her efforts to preserve the evidence of what we had done must have been written on my face, because Jessi redden after she looked at me. 

“I want to let it dry there,” she said sheepishly, dropping her eyes. 

“Why?” I blurted out. 

“I want to remember this the rest of the day,” Jessi replied, looking back up, a grin spreading across her face.

And then I understood. She was bolting again. 

“You do not have to leave,” I told her as I reached out to take her hand. 

The young woman clasped my hand in hers, squeezed it, and then drew me to her for a hug. After a few seconds, she pulled out of the hug, put both her hands on my cheeks, and stood up on her toes to kiss me. I must have looked like a complete idiot as I stood there and stared at her, my mouth open. And I have no problem admitting that I felt like one as well, considering I had no idea what was happening. 

Luckily, the lovely blonde helped me out by saying, “I do. Have to leave, that is.  I am starting to feel too much, and I do not want to just run out like I have before. I want to leave feeling good about this, and about us.”

“I understand,” I assured her, and she gave my hand another squeeze. 

Less than ten minutes later, Jessi had all her stuff together (although she left both collars with me), and we were saying goodbye at my door. 

“Are you sure you do not need a washcloth or towel?” I asked, for at least the fourth time. 

“I am sure, Mark,” she assured me, and I could hear some annoyance seeping into her voice. 

“I will quit asking,” I said, admitting defeat. 

“Thank you,” she smiled, and then she was in my arms and I was kissing her. 

When we finally broke apart, she beamed up at me and whispered, “I am feeling pretty good about this. Thank you for understanding that I need to leave now.” 

“No problem, honey,” I responded, not catching the term of endearment before it left my mouth. 

The young blonde stared at me just a couple of seconds too long, and then in a rush she said, “Think about whether I could be enough for you – just me, no one else.” 

With that, she kissed my cheek before turning to walk to her big convertible, which was parked in my driveway. I waved to her as she got in the car, and she smiled and waved back. It felt good that our parting was much happier than it had ever been before, but it was also difficult to see her go, especially given her parting words. As I stood and watched her back out of my driveway and then drive down the street, the old car rumbling as it rolled away, I thought about what she had said, and I wondered what I was going to do. 

TO BE CONTINUED…



A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 10



After Jessi left, I spent the rest of New Year's day alternating between trying to read the novel I had started reading the day before and pondering her parting request that I think about whether she alone could be enough for me. Of course, I knew that what she was really asking me was to consider ending my friends-with-benefits relationship with Jessika. 

As the afternoon and then the evening wore on, I came to understand that I had no idea what I was going to do, mainly because I could not decide on what I really wanted. At the beginning of the fall semester, I had decided that my divorce the year prior and my subsequent new outlook on life afforded me the chance to follow through if an opportunity presented itself. Taking such an opportunity with a student was something I had only done once before, and that had been prior to my marriage. Jessika had given me an opportunity beyond anything for which I could have hoped, and we had both taken advantage of that opportunity at the end of the semester. 

What I had not anticipated was the complication of Jessi. Yes, I had been fascinated with the slender blonde all semester, and I had tried to learn more about her as class went on, but I had never intended to be involved with both women. However, when Jessi had propositioned me after the semester was over, I had not been able to resist her offer. At this point, though, I knew that what I had thought would probably be just a sexual relationship with the younger woman had since turned into a relationship that looked like it was progressing to be more than either of us had expected. 

And because I had not expected to find myself in a situation in which I would be torn between the two women, I had no idea how to proceed. Jessika's friendship, as well as the intensity of our sexual relationship, was not something I wanted to give up. But I could not deny my feelings for Jessi, nor her feelings for me. Even if I did not have to decide anything right away, I knew I could not keep being intimate with both of my paramours without hurting the young blonde woman. 

At about 11:00pm, I accepted that I was not going to resolve my dilemma that night and decided to go to bed. When I did so, I expected that my uncertainty would keep me up. However, I must have fallen asleep right away because the next thing I knew, morning light was streaming in past the blinds. I thought that I might have had a dream or two during the night, but there was nothing I could remember, and I felt well rested. 

As I looked at the side of the bed on which Jessi had slept just the night before, I was also a bit surprised to find some clarity about my problem. It would be difficult to end things with Jessika, and I did have some concern that it was crazy to pursue a more than just physical relationship with someone twenty-four years younger than I was, but I knew I wanted to keep Jessi in my life 

With a course of action in mind, I happily went about my day. I finished reading the novel, and I created and revised many of the exercises I planned to use for me classes in the coming spring semester. I also answered several emails, and I even made what I expected to be the final revisions on the story I had let Jessi read. Throughout the day, Jessi and I texted back and forth a few times, but we did not touch on anything serious, and I did not tell her about the decision I had reached that morning. 

My only concern, and I pushed it away each time it occurred to me throughout the day, was telling Jessika what I had decided. I genuinely liked the brunette, and I did not want to lose her as a friend. I was hoping her assurances that she did not feel anything for me but friendship were true, as that would make all of this easier. However, I was somewhat worried she might be upset about an abrupt ending to the sexual part of our friendship, especially since I knew she did not entirely approve of my relationship with the younger woman. 

I had texted Jessika that morning, to see when she was coming back, but I had not heard from her all day. I suspected she might have decided to stay an extra day with her family, so I did not really think about it again until my phone rang at just after 6:00pm. The caller ID showed Jessika's cell phone number. 

"Hey Jessika," I answered the phone. 

"Are you home?" she asked.

"I am," I replied, somewhat taken aback by her abrupt manner. 

"Are you alone?" she followed up. 

"Yes," I confirmed. 

"Great! I am walking up to your door now," Jessika informed me before ending the call. 

I was looking at the "call terminated" message on my phone when there was a knock on my door. Setting the phone down on my desk, I hurried from my home office and toward the front door. As I strode through the hall and then the living room, I tried to formulate what I would tell Jessika. I would have liked more time to plan it all out, but she was here now, so I had to tell her something. 

When I opened the door, seeing Jessika torpedoed all my plans. The curvy brunette was smiling up at me, her gray eyes smoldering. As my eyes travelled down her body, I saw that she was wearing a light brown leather jacket over an emerald green scoop-necked sweater, which of course revealed an impressive amount of cleavage; light blue jeans that hugged every curve of her legs and buttocks; and thigh-high boots that matched her jacket. 

"Hi Mark," Jessika said, drawing my eyes back up to her lovely face. I stared at her smile a bit - I had somehow forgotten how sensuous her full lips were - before meeting her eyes, which were shining with amusement and perhaps something else as well. 

"Hi Jessika," I finally said. 

"May I come in?" she asked with a flutter of her eyelids. 

I laughed and motioned her inside. Jessika stepped in, making sure to brush up against me as she did so. I closed the door behind her, and when I turned around, I discovered she was only standing a foot or two away from me. Without intending to, I dropped my eyes to her cleavage, drinking in the expanse of slightly tanned skin on display while also thinking about what was not on display. Any resolve I had to go through with ending the sexual part of my relationship with the thirty-one-year-old woman dissipated as my penis began to harden. 

"Um, Mr. Warner," Jessika laughed. "My eyes are up here."

Looking up again, I saw the brunette was smirking. I felt myself grinning at her as I decided the teasing could go both ways. 

"And what cute eyes they are too, Squeaker," I informed her. 

"I think I've told you before not to call me cute," Jessika snarled, but her eyes were smiling. "Or Squeaker, for that matter."

"But you are cute," I pushed on. "Especially your breasts. You have really cute boobs."

The brunette's eyes narrowed, and she took a step closer, so that we were nearly touching. She put her hands up to the sides of her bosom and pushed it up, revealing even more of her skin, as well as the edge of a black bra, in the process. 

"My boobs are not cute," she scolded me. "They are, from what you have told me, magnificent."

"Yes they are," I agreed before leaning down and kissing as much of her exposed flesh as I could. 

Jessika moaned, let go of her breasts, grabbed my head with both hands, and held my face to her cleavage. I put my hands on her waist and then ran them up her sides until I could feel the swell of her chest. Moving my hands to the front of her torso, I began massaging her bosom even as I kissed up to her neck. The brunette moaned again when my fingers found her hard nipples through the layers of sweater and bra. 

"They are also very cute," I added, as I raised my head up, so that my lips were next to her ear. 

When she opened her mouth to protest, I kissed her hard, forcing my tongue into her mouth. After a heartbeat, Jessika kissed me back with just as much vigor, her fingers intertwined in my hair. 

When we broke our kiss, I whispered, "Your pussy is awfully cute too, Squeaker."

"Fuck you," Jessika snapped, but I was not too worried she was really upset, as she had dropped her right hand from my hair and was using it to grasp my hard shaft through my jeans. 

"No, it is you who is going to be fucked," I told her before kissing her again. 

However, as we kissed, my mind was racing. Over the time she had been gone, I had forgotten how easy everything was with Jessika, from the teasing to the dirty talk to the raw sexuality. My younger blonde lover was exciting and fun, but there were always a lot of potential minefields for both of use to wade through when we were together. Being with Jessika was nothing like that. 

"Oh, I am counting on you fucking me," the curvaceous brunette replied once our lips had parted. Her words pulled me back to the moment. 

I gave her breasts a final squeeze, then lowered my hands, grasped the bottom of her sweater, and pulled it up over her head. Jessika finished taking it off and tossed it carelessly to the side as I none-too-gently pushed her bra up, exposing her lovely brown areolas and hard, thick nipples. Once she was so exposed, I immediately leaned forward and took one of those delicious nipples into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on it as the brunette moaned and rubbed my shaft more vigorously. 

After spending some time giving attention to both of her nipples in turn, I pulled back, grabbed my lover's hand, and led her to the kitchen. I could tell that Jessika was a little perplexed by my actions, but she followed me willingly. 

Once we were in the kitchen, I turned her toward the table and pushed her torso down until she was bent over, her hands on the table's flat surface. Brushing her long, wavy, chocolate brown hair to one side, I kissed the back of her neck as I pushed my hard penis against her rounded derriere and mauled her large breasts with my hands. Jessika pushed her bottom back against me as she began to moan louder. 

"Get your pants off," I commanded her, and the sexy brunette immediately complied, wiggling both her jeans and panties down until they caught on her boots. 

With an apologetic look at me, Jessika turned and started to lean down in order to remove her boots. However I grabbed a hold of her hair and used it to pull her up and turn her back toward the table. The brunette grunted and put her hands back on the table in front of her. Still grasping her hair, I delivered three fairly hard smacks to her incredible behind, making it quiver and her yelp. 

"Fuck, Mark," she groaned. "I'm sure I'm dripping now."

I was in the process of pulling off my own jeans, underwear and socks when she said that. Unable to resist the temptation, I slid my hand between her legs and then up to her downy pussy. Slipping my fingers between her labia, I determined that the brunette was indeed quite wet. I pushed two fingers deep inside her wetness as I used my other hand to finish divesting myself of clothing, save for my shirt. 

After exploring inside her pussy for several seconds, I pulled my fingers from the warmth of her as I stepped up close behind her again and pushed my erection against her still slightly reddened behind. With my left hand I again latched on to one of her large breasts; with my right hand, two fingers of which were still coated with her juices, I reached up to her mouth. Jessika sucked those fingers into her mouth and cleaned then thoroughly. 

After several seconds of those fabulous lips sucking on my fingers, I pulled them from her mouth and while also releasing her breast with my other hand. I next grabbed one of her full hips with my left hand as I used my right to guide the head of my penis between her labia and into the entrance to her wet pussy. Once I was ready to push inside of her, I grabbed her other hip with my right hand and held her tightly as I thrust hard. 

Jessika grunted then moaned as I buried my hard shaft inside of her. I let her grow accustomed to the feeling for a couple of seconds, and then, my hands still firmly gripping her curvy hips, I began to move in and out of her, slowly at first, then picking up speed. Before too long, I was pounding her from behind, her butt quivering with each thrust. 

Jessika, now grunting and moaning louder and with more urgency, began to push back against me as I thrust into her. I let go of her hips, reaching around her torso with my right hand to grab on to one of her swaying breasts even as I took a firm hold of her hair with my left hand. 

"Talk... dirty... call... me... names..." the brunette panted, and I was happy to oblige. 

"You like getting fucked from behind, your pants around your legs?" I asked her as I pinched and pulled one of her nipples. 

"Fuck yes," she moaned. 

"Slut," I growled, and I felt none of the concern I had when I used the same word with Jessi. 

"Yes," Jessika agreed, followed by a long, low moan. 

"Oh fuck," she then whispered. "Don't stop. I'm gonna cum."

I wasn't sure if she meant she did not want me to stop what I was doing physically or she did not want me to stop with the dirty talk, so I kept up both. 

Leaning forward so my chest was pressed up against her bare, sweaty back, I began thrusting even harder as I whispered in her ear, "You like it rough and hard, bitch?" 

"Uh huh," the brunette breathed, arching her back and neck as she shuddered. 

"And you like being used like a cheap little whore?" I continued. 

Jessika grunted out something I could not understand, and then I felt her pussy tighten around my shaft, more pronounced than I had ever felt with her before, and her body stiffened. Thinking about what we had discussed the last time we had engaged in phone sex, I released her now damp hair, reach around her head, and clamped it over her lips just as she started squeaking. Her muffled squeaks were cut off by a long moan. 

"Did you cum from me violating your little pussy?" I asked the brunette as I continued pumping my penis into her as fast and hard as I could. 

Jessika nodded her head and made a sound I took to be an "uh huh," followed by a moan that escaped thorough my fingers clamped over her mouth. 

Suddenly, Jessika pushed back against me and grunted, then shuddered. Renewed spasms gripped at my still pumping manhood. Realizing that my sexy paramour had climaxed a second time, I pushed harder toward my own climax. I withdrew my hands from her mouth and breast and grabbed a hip with each, pulling her tight against me as I hammered into her. 

When I removed the hand from her mouth, Jessika gasped and her head dropped. Small squeaks escaped her lips and her body trembled while I pushed inside her as far as I could and exploded. As I ejaculated, I still held her hips tight, but I also leaned forward and kissed her neck, ignoring the sheen of sweat on her skin. 

"Fuck that was good," Jessika murmured, her head still hanging. "I have only felt that once before - two in a row, that is."

"Glad you liked it, cutie," I whispered. 

"Don't call me cutie," she managed to scold, although she was not able to put any venom into it.

"Just shut up and take it," I teased her, which prompted a chuckle. 

"Fuck you, Mr. Warner," she replied, and this time she almost sounded like she meant it. "I will report you."

"And I will report you for giving a happy ending to a massage," I shot back. 

Without saying anything else, Jessika rocked back against me, throwing me off balance so I had to step back, which caused my now soft penis to pull free of her warm pussy. As I stumbled to stay upright, she turned on me, her eyes narrowed. 

"That is just low, Mark Warner," she snapped. 

I put up my hands as I took a step back from her. I had experience with Jessika being stronger than she looked, and a clear memory of a playful punch that had not felt very playful flashed through my mind. 

"I will not tell anyone," I assured her, before adding with a wink, "If you make it worth my while."

The lovely brunette stifled a smile as she shook her head and tried to look aghast. 

"You think you can blackmail me into serving your perverted desires?" she hissed.

"I do," I told her. 

"I don't," she countered. "Not with you standing there wearing just your shirt. That just looks goofy."

Pulling off my shirt, I tossed it to the side so that I was standing in front of her naked. 

"Not as goofy as standing there with your jeans and panties around your legs," I pointed out. 

The sexy brunette flipped me off with both hands, but I saw that her face had reddened at that last comment. 

"Help me get them off," she told me, sitting down in a chair and holding her legs out straight. 

"What is in it for me?" I asked. 

"I'll let you fuck me again," she offered, batting her eyes up at me. 

I could not help but laugh, and after a second or two, Jessika joined in. 

I knelt down in front of her and grabbed hold of a boot and started to pull. However, something occurred to me so I stopped to point out a problem.

"I am not quite ready to fuck you," I said, and Jessika looked down at my flaccid penis and nodded.

"I see that," she agreed. "Is there something you want me to do to get you ready?"

"Why yes there is," I responded. "When I have your boots and pants off, you will get on your knees and suck my cock until it is hard. Then I will fuck you on the floor."

Jessika caught her breath and bit the side of her bottom lips. The amusement in her eyes was replaced by what appeared to be smoldering lust.

"I can do that, Mr. Warner," she breathed, her respiration noticeably quicker. 

"Then let's get these off of you," I told her as I pulled off first one boot and then the other. While I did that, Jessika unhooked her bra and tossed it on top of my shirt on the floor. She then kicked her legs to help me pull her jeans and panties off so that she was only wearing a pair of blue socks decorated with big snowflakes. 

"Cute socks," I observed. 

"Oh shut up," she laughed as she removed the socks, tossed them aside, and then slid from the chair down onto her knees. Looking into my eyes, she opened her mouth wide. 

I stood up and moved to where my groin was within a foot of Jessika's lovely face. We both stayed where we were for several seconds, each waiting for the other to close the distance. Finally, with an exaggerated eye-roll, Jessika leaned forward, grabbed of my now semi-hard penis with her hand, and slipped the head of it between her soft, full lips. 

With a sigh every bit as exaggerated as her eye rolling, I put both my hands on the back of her head, not pushing it but holding it in place. The brunette, her lips spread around my quickly hardening erection, winked at me and began working her tongue along my shaft. 

"That feels fantastic, Squeaker," I told her. "What an incredible way to become fully aroused."

Jessika shook her head, which produced a not at all unpleasant sensation in my now fully engorged member, and again rolled her eyes. Deciding I could not let her insolence go, I pulled her hand off of my shaft, then renewed my grip on the back of her head as I began to thrust my hardness between her sensuous lips. The brunette reach up, grabbed my buttocks, and began to pull my groin toward her face. 

"So that is how you want it, huh slut?" I laughed, and I began to really pump my rigid shaft between her lips and deeper into her mouth, although I was careful not to push further in than I knew she could handle. 

My brunette partner had a different idea however, which she communicated to me when she began pulling even harder on my bottom, forcing more of me into her mouth. Seconds later, she was fighting to pull back as she gagged. I immediately released her head, and Jessika let my penis fall from her lips as she coughed out thick saliva. 

"Are you okay?" I asked, knowing we had gone too far. 

"Yeah," she managed between coughs. "Always wanted to try that."




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 10



Clearing her throat, the brunette looked up at me and clarified, "Well, ever since I saw it on the internet anyway. I wanted to know what it felt like. I didn't do very good, did I?"

"You did fine," I assured her. "I think it is something you have to work up to."

"Have you been with anyone...?" Jessika started to ask, but then she stopped herself.

"Um," was all I managed before Jessika saved me. 

"I am guessing that might be something I do not want to know about," she commented, her eyes unreadable. 

"I would say that is probably right," I agreed as I watched her expression closely. 

I believed Jessika when she told me she was not interested in being more than friends with benefits, but I was also coming to understand that she was a pretty competitive person. I did not think it would be a good idea to give her details about the activities in which I had engaged with my younger paramour.

Jessika stared up at me, and just as it began to be awkward, she leaned forward and took my penis back into her mouth. I did not put my hands behind her head this time, and she did not grab me and pull me closer. She did take my as far in as she could and sucked hard, hollowing out her cheeks. 

After just a few seconds of her incredible suction, I groaned aloud, after which Jessika pulled all the way off my erect penis. 

"You appear to be nice and hard now, Mr. Warner," she proclaimed. 

"I concur," I replied. 

"Can we move to the carpet in the living room if you are going to fuck me on the floor like a cheap whore?" she inquired, smiling. 

"We can, if you are not tough enough to be fucked on the kitchen floor," I conceded. 

Jessika glared at me as she lay back on the cold, hard tile floor of the kitchen. She then grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide, her eyes never leaving mine. 

For my part, I dropped my eyes from her face, running them first over her heaving chest and then down her slightly rounded belly to the swell of her vulva, which was covered with a short growth of hair. Getting down on my knees - and instantly regretting I had suggested she was not tough enough for the tile floor - I leaned forward and began to lick at her exposed sex. 

"I thought you were going to fuck me," she moaned. 

My response was to take her clitoris into my mouth and suck it gently. 

"Oh fuck!" she blurted out as she reached down and grabbed my hair. 

Letting go of her clit, I started to kiss my way up from her labia to just below her large, magnificent breasts. Then I used my tongue to tease the underside of them, licking wherever my tongue would reach, before the sexy brunette used my hair to pull my mouth up to one of her thick nipples. I eagerly sucked and licked on it as I brought a hand up to twist and pull the nipple of her other breast. I was rewarded with a sustained moan. 

"I love your tits," I told her, after I had released her nipple. 

"I do too," she grinned, a mischievous glint to her gray eyes. 

I shook my head even as I moved up between her legs so that my erection was rubbing against the opening to her wet pussy. Jessika bit her lower lip and thrust her groin at me, obviously eager for me to enter her. 

"You should be more modest," I teased her.

"As smart as you are, Mark," she shot back, "I am sure you remember what I told you I did for a living before being a massage therapist. Modesty is not a virtue in that setting."

"You said you were a stripper, as I recall," I replied.

"Exotic dancer, if you please," she said with mock seriousness. 

"Or an 'ecdysiast', if you prefer the neo-Greek term," I suggested. "But they all still mean you shook your boobs at guys for money."

"How dare you say such things about me, Mr. Warner," the brunette gasped, an exaggerated look of shock on her lovely face. "You have it all wrong. I shook my tits AND ass for money."

"Well that is different," I agreed with a wink. 

"My point, Mr. Jerkface, was that modesty may not be my strong suit, especially if it's false modesty," Jessika retorted. "And saying anything other than I love my tits would be false modesty."

"Maybe 'humility' would have been a better word to use," I countered.

"Hey, are we going to fuck or talk?" she asked. "I don't have to be on this cold, hard floor to talk."

"I thought women liked to talk," I pointed out, even as I positioned myself so that the head of my penis was rubbing in her short pubic hair. 

"You are the one doing all the talking, so what does that say about..." Jessika started to say, but my hard shaft sliding inside her elicited a grunt that cut off her words. 

"What were you saying, Jessika?" I inquired as I stared down into her smokey gray eyes. 

"Oh, just shut up and fuck me," she moaned, and I was happy to oblige. 

Establishing a firm, steady rhythm, I leaned down and took one of her thick nipples into my mouth, sucking and biting it. As I concentrated on one nipple, out of the corner of my eye I saw Jessika pull up her other breast so that she could lick and suck on that nipple herself. I had seen her do this before, but it was always extremely arousing to watch, and I was glad I had already climaxed once. Otherwise, I do not think I would have lasted long while watching the show she was putting one, especially when she made and held eye contact while she licked her nipple with exaggerated motions. 

"Fuck that is hot," I groaned, slowing down a bit to make sure I did not move too far ahead of my lover. 

"Would it be hotter if I was licking your cum off of my own tits?" she purred. 

"Yes," I breathed as I tried without success to put out of my mind the image her words had evoked - I knew I would not last long if she kept asking things like that. 

Jessika grinned and returned her mouth to her nipple. I shook my head and pushed up so that my arms were locked on either side of her. I also closed my eyes to block out her wanton display. Doing so helped some, but then she started making loud slurping sounds, and my imagination took over. 

"If you keep doing that I am not going to be able to hold back," I warned the brunette, opening my eyes so I could glare at her. 

"Then don't," she replied. "Fuck me hard and cum in me. Use me for your pleasure like I'm your little fuck toy."

"I want you to cum," I told her, slowing down even more in an attempt not to go over the edge. 

Jessika shook her head even while she humped her hips up at me and brought her hands up to squeeze her own breasts. I knew I would not be able to hold out when she began pinching, twisting and pulling on her nipples. 

With an inarticulate growl, I began to thrust into her harder and faster. The brunette stared up into my eyes and snarled back at me. Reaching down, I knocked her hands away from her breast and began torturing her nipples with my fingers. 

"How do you like that, bitch?" I asked her, and Jessika pushed herself up onto her elbows and opened her mouth. 

I lowered myself enough to meet her lips with mine, and then our tongues battled while I built to an orgasm. Without warning, Jessika bit my lower lip, and I immediately lifted up my right hand, grabbed a fistful of chocolate hair, and bit her lip in return, all while supporting myself with just my left arm. 

When I let her soft lip free from my teeth, Jessika threw her head back and grunted something that might have been 'fuck'. As I brought myself closer and closer to my climax, I heard animalistic grunts and growls escape my own lips. And like an animal, the only thing I wanted was to fill my lover's pussy with semen. 

I straightened up so that I was kneeling straight-backed while I slammed my engorged penis inside of her sopping wet pussy. I let go of her hair, bringing both hands to her chest so I could pinch a nipple with each. I pulled on her thick nubs until they and her lovely breasts elongated, then I let go. Jessika closed her eyes as her body jumped and she yelped. When her eyes opened again, they were wild. 

Without consciously thinking through what I was going to do, I slapped each of her jiggling breasts with my right hand. The curvy brunette grunted with each impact, then brought her hands up to her breasts, squeezing them as her eyes rolled up into her head. A series of squeaks emanated from her parted lips and she shuddered beneath me. 

Even as she was reaching her climax, the sound of the slaps I had delivered to her incredible breasts along with her reaction to them sent me over the edge, and I pushed my groin tightly up against hers as I ejaculated deep inside of her. I put my hand down beside my brunette beauty so I was again supporting myself with both arms and held myself there, laboring for each breath. As I tried to calm my breathing, I realized that my hair was plastered to my head with sweat, save for a strand that hung before my eyes, dripping. 

The panting woman beneath me reached up to push back the soaked strand of hair, and I realized that she was in the path of the droplets of perspiration. I brought up my left arm and used it to wipe the sweat off my forehead, and while doing so, I studied my lovely paramour. 

Jessika's face and chest were both flush and covered with a sheen of perspiration. Her pretty gray eyes were locked on mine, and a small smile played across her full lips. She then bit the side of her bottom lip and shook her head even as she rubbed her breasts. It was not until that point that I realized the red on them was not fading as quickly as the color in her face, and it dawned on me that the redness was from me slapping them, not from her orgasm. 

"I did not realize I did it that hard, Jessika," I explained. "I do not know what came over me."

"Lust, maybe," the sexy brunette breathed. "And it wasn't too hard - just unexpected."

"I should have asked you first..." I started, but Jessika shook her head. 

"That would've ruined it," she countered. "It was at the perfect time, too."

"Are you sure?" I pushed, my eyes still lingering on the still visible red marks on her large breasts. 

"I am very sure, Mark," she assured me. "I didn't think there was in way I was going to cum with my ass on this hard, cold floor, so I am quite happy about it all."

I breathed a sigh of relief, then leaned down and kissed first one of her nipples, then the other, before locking my lips on her and kissing her deeply. When the kiss broke, Jessika smiled up at me, grabbed my head from behind, and pulled me to her for another kiss. This one lasted some time, and we were both starting to breathe hard again when she let me go. 

"Now can we get up off this fucking floor?" she asked, and noticeable edge creeping into her voice. 

"Shit," I blurted out as I pulled out of her and stood up. 

Jessika sat up and held out her hands. Taking them, I pulled her to her feet and into a hug, my arms around her shoulders. The curvy brunette put her hands around my waist and pulled us even tighter together. 

As we held each other tight, or still sweat slicked bodies pressed together, I whispered, "you have a little bit of an attitude - and a potty mouth - tonight."

Jessika pushed away from me, glared up at me, and punched my shoulder. 

"Ow," I grunted as I brought my hand up to rub my shoulder, instantly regretting my decision to continue teasing my stronger-than-she-looked lover. 

"Sorry," she cringed as she watched me rub my shoulder. "I admit I might be a little on edge. I've been horny as hell all week and I drove all day to get here. I think I have grown used to regular fucking again."

"I am glad you stopped by," I told her as I took her hand and led her to the living room. "I have missed you."

"I would've thought you were too busy to..." the lovely brunette started, but then stopped herself with a shake of her head. "Never mind that. Sorry."

"It is not a problem, Jessika," I assured her. "Want to find a movie to watch or maybe just sit and talk?"

Jessika, who had been looking down, chewing on her bottom and obviously thinking intensely about something, looked up, cocked her head to the side, and smiled. 

"Either of those sounds great, Mark," she informed me. "But let me grab my clothes and go clean up a little first."

"If you want something more comfortable, I can get you those sweats you wore home before, or maybe the shirt you wore before that," I offered. 

"I'll take the shirt, please," Jessika answered with a grin. "I liked wearing your shirt."

"It is in my closet," I told her. "Are you going to use the guest bathroom or the master?" 

"Yours, of course," she replied. 

"Then let's go," I said as I led her down the hall and into my bedroom. 

After Jessika closed my bathroom door, I went to my closest and retrieved the same light blue dress shirt she had worn before. I also grabbed a t-shirt for myself. I next went to my dresser, where I found and put on a pair of shorts, then pulled the t-shirt on. Leaving the dress shirt on my bed, I went back to the entry hall and kitchen and picked up our discarded clothes. I stacked Jessika's on the coffee table in the living room and took mine to the laundry. By the time I returned to my room, my sexy brunette lover, her side to me, was just finishing buttoning up the shirt I had left for her. 

For a moment, I stared at Jessika's incredible profile. My shirt flowed over the curves of her body, clinging to her large bosom and her rounded ass. Jessika must have heard me enter, or perhaps felt my stare, because she turned her head to look at me, smiled, and then turned her body to face me, holding out her arms as if she was inviting me to take a good, hard look, which is exactly what I did. 

My curvaceous paramour laughed and asked me, "So, do you still like the way I look in your shirt, Mr. Warner?" 

"Very much so, Jessika," I answered, returning her smile. "You look beautiful."

The brunette opened her mouth, seemingly on the verge of saying something but nothing came out. She then blinked a couple of times before finally closing her mouth. Dropping her eyes, she gave a tiny shake of her head, then looked back up at me. 

"Thank you, Mark," she said softly. "Let's go pick out a movie to watch."

I followed Jessika from my bedroom back to the living room, and as I did so, I was pondering her reaction to my comment that she looked beautiful. Clearly, she had not expected me to tell her that; further, I did not think she had expected her own reaction either. I started to worry that perhaps I had pushed the friends-with-benefits paradigm into something different. 

"That is a complication I do not need right now," I told myself, going to the kitchen to find something to drink as Jessika looked through my DVDs and Blu-Ray discs for a movie to watch. 

"She is not the complication - she is the person you should be with," my conscience responded. 

"She does not feel that way," I told myself, but not with the surety I might have felt even earlier that day. 

Taking a deep breath, I pushed aside my concerns and took couple of bottles of cold water and a bowl full of pretzels back to my living room. As I walked in, I caught my breath at the sight I found - Jessika bending over and loading as disc into the Blu-Ray player. My shirt that she was wearing so nicely had ridden up so that it fell just below her shapely derriere, exposing all of her strong, slightly tanned legs. 

"What did you pick?" I managed to ask as the brunette straightened up and turned to look at me. 

"To Kill a Mocking Bird," she told me, holding up the case to the movie. "It is one of my favorites."

"It is one of mine, too," I agreed as I set our drinks and snack on the coffee table. 

As she sat down on the couch, Jessika beamed at me, and doubt again crept into my head. I sat beside her, and my curvy friend snuggled up against me, her torso pressed against mine, her head on my shoulder. As the movie started, I lightly stroked her long, chocolate colored hair and hoped watching one of my favorite shows would keep me from overthinking what might or might not be going on with Jessika. 

An hour or so later, I sat watching the movie as Jessika snored lightly. The only other time Jessika and I had sat down to watch a movie, she had fallen asleep as well, but that time I had texted Jessi while Jessika slept. This time, my phone was in my office where I had sat it down when the brunette had knocked on my door. It hit me then that I did not even know if Jessi might have texted me or tried to call me during the time since Jessika had arrived. 

Gently shaking Jessika, I called her name. She sat up and blinked her eyes a few times. 

"I fell asleep, didn't I?" she asked. 

"Just a few minutes ago," I informed her. 

"I guess I was more tired than I thought," she yawned, stretching her arms above her, which caused her ample bosom to rise, pushing it against the light, clinging fabric of my shirt that she wore. 

"I guess so," I agreed, tearing my eyes from her chest. 

"It is just so easy for me to relax around you, Mark," she explained through another yawn. "And I did drive several hours."

"Let's go to bed then, Jessika," I suggested. "We can watch the movie some other time."

The lovely brunette looked at me and chewed on the corner of her bottom lip. I could tell she was trying to make a decision. I thought about encouraging her to stay, but I decided to let her process play out. 

"I have to work tomorrow," she finally said. "I think I should go home."

"I will set my alarm for you," I assured her. "I will make sure you have plenty of time."

Jessika smiled, then nodded. Without another word, I turned off the TV and entertainment system, stood up, and offered Jessika my hand. She took it, and silently I led her to my bedroom. 

Once we were in the bedroom, Jessika drew me to her and kissed me. It was a different kiss than most of ours. Usually, when we kissed, it was either a quick, friendly kiss or a deeply passionate one. This one was soft and tender and lingering, and it made me wonder even more whether something more than friends-with-benefits might be happening between us. 

"Please fuck me," she whispered in my ear when the kiss ended.

In answer, I began unbuttoning the shirt she wore, revealing the swell of her breasts, then her slightly rounded belly, then the soft, brown growth of her pubic hair. Bending over, I kissed all over the smooth skin of her breasts, teasing her thickening nipples with my tongue as I passed them. 

Jessika was breathing harder now, and the motion made her chest rise and fall in a way that held me enthralled. I barely noticed as she let my shirt fall from her shoulders and land in a heap at her feet. All that was important for me in that moment was licking and kissing every inch of her magnificent breasts. 

After some time, the now panting brunette pulled my head up, kissed me, drew my t-shirt off of me, and then sunk to her knees in front of me. Giving me a quick grin, she rubbed my erection through the soft material of my shorts before grabbing them and pulling them all the way down. 

Once my rigid penis was free of my shorts, Jessika licked her lips as she stared at it. Then she began planting kisses all over it. After a several seconds of that, she took it between her full lips and sucked on it, hollowing out her cheeks as she looked up at me, her gray eyes full of desire. 

I would have happily let the sexy brunette continue to apply that incredible suction to my erection, but she had asked me to have sex with her, so I gently pulled my member from her lips, took her hands, and drew her to her feet. 

"Get in bed," I told her. "I will get the lights."

Jessika nodded and moved to the bed as I went to turn off the overhead light. When I turned back to the bed, I could just make out the form of the woman on it, lying on her back, her legs slightly spread. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 10



I went to the foot of the bed, got up between her legs, and crawled forward even as I rained kisses on her thighs, labia, mons, stomach and breasts. Finally, I was on top of her, my penis at the entrance to her warm pussy. Kissing her soft, luscious lips, I slowly pushed into her, feeling the circling walls of her wetness as I slid in inch by inch. 

Jessika moaned and stroked my hair until I was all the way in. Then she moved her hands to my back, where she lightly drug her fingernails across my skin. Shuddering slightly from the feel of her touch, I began to move in and out of her with slow, deliberate strokes. 

"This is much better than the hard floor," she teased. 

Instead of answering, I kissed her, then pushed myself up with my arms, holding myself above her. She was forced to pull her hands from my back, so instead she ran them up and down my arms, then across my chest as I continued my steady pace. I was determined to keep that pace, too. It was something my ex-wife and I had done regularly - when we still liked each other, that was - and I had intended to try it with Jessika before (with Jessi as well, for that matter), but we had always seemed to give way to more energetic actions. 

So, when Jessika began to buck her hips up at me, encouraging me to go faster, I suspected, I shook my head and said, "Just relax, Jessika. I am going to take you nice and steady. I think you will like it."

Jessika did not say anything, but I felt her body relax a little beneath me. Moving my head down, I slowly and tenderly licked and sucked her nipples as I continued to my deliberate thrusting. Soon, Jessika was moaning and wiggling beneath me, but she did refrain from humping her pelvis up at me. 

After maybe twenty minutes of this, with me alternating between her lips and her nipples with my kisses, Jessika was moaning nearly nonstop and her breathing had grown ragged. Both of us were covered with a light coating of perspiration, and even in the darkened room could see the beginning of a blush on her cheeks. 

We had just finished a deep kiss when Jessika pushed her head back against the bed, arching her neck, as her hands grabbed my upper arms and her legs clamped against my bottom. Her moans were now interspersed with soft squeaks as her muscles tensed. I pushed into her as far as I could and held myself there as I felt spasms around my hard member. Several seconds later, as Jessika's breathing began to return to normal, she smiled up at me. 

Speaking our first words to each other in that twenty minute plus span, Jessika whispered, "That was incredible. I could feel it building and building, like it was inevitable. Then when it came, it was an incredible release."

My only answer to my sexy lover was to take up my steady, relentless pace again. 

"I am not sure I can do that again," she told me even as she was pushing up against my chest. "Why don't you split my legs wide and fuck me fast and hard?"

I took a hold of her wrists and removed her hands from my chest. I then pushed her arms down so that they were on the bed on either side of her head, and I held them there, my grip tightening on her wrists. 

Jessika moaned and wiggled and bucked beneath me, but I held on to her wrists, my grip on them and my weight over her keeping her pinned beneath me even as I locked my eyes on hers. As we stared at each other, the brunette quit thrusting and wiggling, and soon she lay docile underneath me. Pushing myself up again, I supported the weight of my torso on her wrists, holding her immobile as I began increasing my pace. 

It took only a few moments before Jessika was panting again, as well as wiggling her hips against mine each time I thrust into her. As I established a quicker rhythm, her moans increased with frequency as well. 

"Oh god," she groaned after I started pushing into her with more force.

While I did not approach the hard, driving thrusts I had used when I took her on the kitchen floor earlier, I had picked up sufficient speed and force to make her round breasts shake with each impact of our pelvises. Jessika was now turning her head from side to side and moaning, and I felt more resistance to the weight I was putting on her arms. I pushed down on her wrists harder. 

"Shit, she is strong," I thought as I fought to keep her arms pinned. 

Suddenly, my lover arched her back and bucked her pelvis up hard. I thought for a moment she was trying to throw me off, but then her body shuddered several times, accompanied by those tell-tale squeaks of hers. I was happy to have made my sexy Jessika climax again, but I began to wonder if it would happen for me. The slow, steady rhythm I had first used, coupled with already having climaxed twice that night, had somewhat desensitized me. I knew at that point that reaching my climax would require either taking her fast and hard or changing position to one that gave me more stimulation. 

Releasing my grip on her wrists, I rolled off of Jessika's now sweat covered body, my still hard penis slipping from her as I did so. When I was lying on my back beside her, I reached out, stroked her hair, and suggested she climb on and ride me. 

Jessika, who I noticed was now rubbing her wrists, said nothing at first. For the first time, it occurred to me that I might have hurt her wrists. I began to wonder what was wrong with me - just that evening alone, I had spanked her; choked her with my penis; used her on a cold, hard tile floor; slapped her breasts hard enough to leave them red; and now gripped her wrists too tightly or too long or both. As I pondered all that, my erection started to soften. 

"Are you okay?" I asked her after Jessika had remained silent several more seconds. 

"Yes," she finally answered. "I am just waiting to see if I can go again."

"Are you hurting?" I asked, worried now that I could add injuring her genitals to my list of crimes against her that evening. 

"My wrists hurt a little," she admitted, "and I my pussy is feeling a bit sore."

"I am sorry," I told her as I stroked her hair; my erection had now gone away completely. 

"What for?" she asked. "It is a good sore - a 'well-fucked' sore."

"But your wrists," I argued. "And your breasts earlier, not to mention the spanking and what happened when you were sucking..."

"My wrists do hurt," she agreed. "And my tits hurt when you slapped them. Oh, and my ass always hurts when you smack it, and I did gag pretty bad, but that was all, well, exciting. It always is when you are forceful with me."

"It feels like I went too far tonight," I countered. "And several times at that."

Jessika pushed herself to a sitting position and looked down at me. 

"If you ever go too far, I will let you know," she assured me. "So far, you have not. Of course, I always break rules for you, even my own, so I suspect I would let you go a lot farther than I have ever let anyone else."

"Even when you were a dancer," I asked before I realized how the questions sounded. 

"Oh Mark, don't tell me you buy into the stereotype that all topless dancers are whores," she chuckled, but there was a bit of an edge behind that chuckle. 

"Um, I do not," I said quickly. "I just thought because it is so sexual..."

"Not for many of the dancers," she interrupted. "At least, not after they have done it a while. When I first started, I was horny quite a bit. But just a few weeks in, I did not even want a man to touch me. I almost never had sex the entire time I did it. I even went nearly a year at one point."

"Oh," I replied, not sure what to say. 

"But I will forgive you, since I don't believe you have much experience with strippers, or even ex-strippers, for that matter," she told me. 

"I thought the preferred term was 'exotic dancer'," I teased her, before admitting, "And no, I do not have much experience in that area."

Jessika leaned over, kissed me, and then lay back down beside me. She snuggled up close and put her head on my chest. 

"By the way," my lover said after a few seconds of silence had passed. "I really like that you did not immediately think that being a masseuse meant I was a whore - I have met more than my share of guys who assume that."

"Well, there was that happy ending," I teased her.

"That's what I mean about breaking all the rules for you, Mark," she explained. "Stuff that I would worry about with other guys seems so natural with you. You know, like literally being a whore for you. I didn't even question it until after I had done it."

"I do not think of you that way," I assured her. 

"Oh, I know," she sighed. "That is why it is okay that I did it. You don't think of me as a whore, even when what I did makes me one."

"But you did not do it for money," I argued. "And we had already been intimate."

"Yes, we had," she agreed. "But that doesn't change the fact you paid for a massage and I gave you a blowjob as part of that massage. That is how the spa and the law would look at it."

The same guilt I had been feeling over hurting her throughout the evening increased as we discussed the 'happy ending' incident. Even though Jessika was trying on one hand to assure me it was okay, on the other hand she was pointing out why she thought it had made her a whore. 

"Maybe it is not a good thing that you break rules for me," I pointed out. 

"Oh yes it is," Jessika immediately responded. "I masturbated twice to that memory when I was at my parents' for the holidays. Just thinking about that is guaranteed to get me very wet."

"But it sounds to me like it makes your feel bad sometimes..." I started to object, but I stopped when my sexy brunette lover, who had turned her body so her face was even with my groin, took my flaccid penis into her mouth and started sucking and licking it. As I felt my erection grow in the wet warmth of Jessika's mouth, I tried to let go of my new doubts - doubts about whether we were still just friends with benefits, and doubts about whether what we were doing, and what she was willing to do for me, were really good for her. 

Soon, I was able to lose myself in the pleasure of having my lovely brunette fellatrix devote herself to my now fully aroused penis. As she was turned to the side, she rarely looked up at me, but I soon found that lack of visual stimulus was not all that important considering the incredible physical stimulus from Jessika's talented oral ministrations. 

At first, she alternated between sucking on my manhood hard and licking up and down it while I rubbed her back with one hand and ran my fingers through her hair with the other. After a few minutes, Jessika sucked me in as far as she could. She held it there for a few heartbeats, her tongue moving against my hard shaft even as she applied intense suction. Then, with a sudden movement, she pulled her head back up until only the tip was inside her luscious lips. 

After a thorough tonguing of the head of my penis, which had me considering nudging her head down a little, Jessika started bobbing up and down on me, sucking hard on my shaft as she went faster and faster. Several times, she pushed her lips down as far as she could and held it until she just started to gag. When she reached that point, she would move back up my erect member, catch her breath, and then start again with the rapid sucking. 

As the sexy brunette worship my penis with her wondrous mouth, I felt my hips lifting up off the bed each time she dove down my length. It did not take much time for me to reach my edge, given the intensity of Jessika's performance. And unlike the time before with Jessi, when I had tried to prolong the experience, I made no attempt at making this last - I knew I had no hope of doing so. 

Jessika was just pushing her lips down as far as she could when I realized I was about explode. Grabbing her hair, I pulled her head up until only a couple of inches or so of my shaft were in her mouth. Jessika seemed to immediately figure out what was about to happen, because she held her lips where I placed them and sucked softly but insistently. 

"Fuck, I am cumming," I growled, thrusting my hips up and making her take another inch into her mouth as I exploded. 

After the first couple of spurts, Jessika moved her head back a bit and then skillfully drew the rest of my semen from my now spent penis. When she had everything she was going to get, my incredible lover pulled her lips from around my rapidly softening shaft and kissed the head of it several times before repositioning herself so she was again lying beside me. 

Grabbing my neck, she pulled me to her for a kiss, and my tongue pushed into her mouth, tasting the aftermath of my climax. Jessika's tongue pushed against mine, and then slipped into my mouth. We kissed like that for some time, or tongues playing with each other. Then, after a few softer kisses, Jessika lay her head back on my chest and sighed. 

"Thank you, Jessika," I managed to breathe along with my own contended sigh. "That was incredible."

"You're welcome," she told me as she nuzzled my chest. "We're still not even from before, but, we are even for tonight. Making me get on my back on that hard floor cost you some points, mister."

I laughed and kissed the curvy brunette's forehead. I was not sure what the future might hold with Jessika, but in that moment it felt quite right, and I was relieved I had not followed through on ending the sexual part of our relationship.



A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 11



When my alarm went off at 5:30 on Friday morning, I fumbled for the snooze button and then rolled over, intending to wake up Jessika. To my surprise, the bed beside me was empty. Shaking my head to clear the sleep, I sat up and saw that the bathroom light shone from under the closed door. Jessika must have awakened before the alarm went off, I surmised. 

I had just grabbed a pair of shorts and pulled them on when Jessika, fully dressed, came out of my bathroom. Seeing me up, she smiled, walked over to me, and gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek. 

"Thanks for a wonderful night, Mark," she smiled before dropping her eyes and moving past me and out into the hall. 

I followed her to the living room. She retrieved her car keys from the coffee table, then stood there staring down at the floor. It was clear to me that something was on the lovely brunette's mind, and I was afraid I knew what it was. I wanted to say something, but no words came to me. 

After a few moments, Jessika shook her head, glanced up at me, and smiled. 

"I really needed last night, Mark," she said, walking up to me and taking my hand. "But I'm afraid I might've sent you a wrong signal or two. This friendship is very important to me and I don't want..."

Jessika trailed off, biting her lower lip as she looked up at me, so I finished her thought, "You do not want me to think you want more than friendship."

"Yeah," she agreed, glancing down again.

I almost told Jessika that I might want more than friendship, but I was not sure I actually did. Yes, I had felt something the night before in the afterglow of an incredible evening, but I was uncertain how much of that had been the situation and how much had been something more. It did not help that thoughts of my young, blonde lover intruded at that moment, as I truly believed I had feelings for Jessi that went beyond just sex. 

"I think we both enjoyed the closeness last night," I told her, "but also I think that is in keeping with our friendship. I did not think anything else, really."

Jessika met my eyes again, grinned, and hugged me tight before saying, "Thanks, Mark."

I shrugged, unsure what else to say. After weeks of back and forth thoughts regarding both of my paramours, I knew at that moment that I was unwilling to give up either of them. I was concerned it was unfair to Jessi, but I could not lose my special friendship with Jessika. 

"I'll be working all weekend," she told me as she walked to the door, pulling me away from my thoughts. "I have to pick up some extra work to make up for when I was gone."

"What about Monday evening," I asked, understanding my brunette lover was telling me we would not be able to get together until then. "I will make you dinner, if you want to come over."

"Okay," Jessika agreed, as she opened the door. "I will plan to see you then."

After Jessika left, I tried to get back to sleep, but I found myself thinking about one of my lovers, albeit not the one who had just left. I had not checked my phone at all after Jessika had come over the night before, so I did not know if Jessi had texted or emailed me during that time. After about twenty-minutes of failing to get back to sleep, I got up, went to my office, and retrieved my phone. 

As I had feared, I had a half-dozen texts from the twenty-year-old blonde. The first text, which had come in about 7:00pm, asked what I was doing. The second asked if I wanted to get together. The third invited me to use her mouth and pussy roughly when we got together. The next two texts were asking me where I was. The last one, which had come in at just before 1:00am, simply read, "Big tits must b back."

Since it was not yet 6:30am, and I knew that Jessi had been up until at least 1:00am, I did not think she would be awake to receive any text that I sent at that moment, so I put off replying. Instead, I took a long shower, dressed, and tried to do some work. However, I could not concentrate - I was troubled by Jessi's last text message. Even though they were just words on a screen, I could feel the detachment in them, and I could visualize the young woman's expressionless face. 

After thinking of then discarding several possible tactics for my reply, I finally decided to be completely open with Jessi. Still, it was with some trepidation that I typed out the following text: "Yes, Jessika is back in town. But I want to assure you that I thought about what you said when you left on Wednesday. I want to be open with both of you, so I need you to understand that I am not ready to take that step. Sorry."

I paused, my finger poised over the screen, ready to send the text. It was the truth, nothing held back, but now that I had typed it, I felt the selfishness of my position. But while I knew this was all unfair to Jessi, who I believed wanted more from our relationship, I realized that I wanted to be selfish. From the time I had met my ex-wife so many years before, I had subverted my own desires. I did not want to do that again. I wanted to explore sex with both of these amazing women, not just one of them. That was, I realized, the true issue I had been wrestling with for the last few weeks - whether I was willing to do something because it was what I wanted, not what I thought someone else wanted. 

I took a deep breath, then tapped send. I immediately began to second-guess myself, but I put those feelings from my mind as best I could. There was no going back. 

I did not hear from Jessi until Saturday night. 

***

"Can I try to win you?" popped up on my phone shortly after 10:00pm on Saturday. The text was from Jessi. 

I stared at these words, relieved and uncertain at the same time. I was relieved because she seemed to have decided not to end our relationship outright. However, I was uncertain what she might consider would constitute "winning." 

"I am firm on what I told you," I replied. 

"k" she texted simply, but it was instantly followed by another text.

"but i can try?"

"I do not think that I could keep you from trying," I texted back. 

"wanna come over tomorrow PM?" popped up on my screen.

"Why not tonight?" I countered, suddenly wanting very much to see my blonde lover. 

"tired, worked today," she sent back. "and want u to watch somthin but u need computer. check email."

Curious, I went to my office and checked my email. I saw that one had arrived from Jessi just a minute or so earlier. The subject line read, "I want this."

When I opened email, the only text was "want ALL of this," which was followed by a link that appeared to be to a pornographic website. For a moment, I let the mouse pointer hover over the link, unsure what to do. However, my curiosity won out, and I clicked on the link. 

The video opened with a young blonde woman, approximately Jessi's age and with a nearly identical body-type, sitting on a bed wearing nothing but a t-shirt and talking to someone off camera. The blonde was cute but not as pretty as Jessi. Still, I suspected that the similarity between my lover and the woman in the video was not a coincidence. 

As I examined the blonde in the video, I did not paid much attention to what she and a man off-screen had been discussing, but that changed when he clearly asked her, "Are you ready to get your throat fucked, cunt?"

"Fuck yes!" the actress said with a smile as she nodded vigorously. 

The video cut to a scene where the blonde woman was on her knees, naked now, the man, or at least his body from the waist down, now visible in the frame as he slowly pumped his erect penis in and out of the actress' mouth. My first thought on seeing this new scene was that the woman's breasts, while a similar size to Jessi's, were not nearly as well formed as my blonde's were. However, my inspection of the woman's body was interrupted as the man began to rapidly thrust himself down her throat, gagging her repeatedly. 

Nearly eight minutes later, I sat staring at the last frame of the video, which showed the blonde actress' semen covered and mascara streaked face and an ad for a different pornographic website. While I had been somewhat aroused at the start of the video, I was not at all so now. Further, I was not quite sure what I thought about what I had just watched, and even less sure how I felt about Jessi telling me she wanted "ALL of this." 

The video had shown what seemed to be scenes from a longer video. In those scenes, the man had repeatedly, and in several positions, forced his penis down the actress' throat, usually quite roughly. Several times during the video, she had coughed out thick streams of saliva, but the man had made her continue after each such event. If the woman had not so obviously submitted willingly to what was happening to her, I would have thought he was actually forcing this on her. 

It was not just the force with which the man shoved himself down her throat that bothered me, however. Several times throughout the video, the man had smacked the blonde actress in the face with his penis, fairly hard it appeared. Taking it a step further, on a few occasions the man had slapped her face, and twice he had spit in her face. Also, over the course of the entire video, the man had called the blonde a variety of degrading names, although he most frequently called her 'cunt'. I was further bothered by the fact that even though the blonde seem to be a willing, even eager participant, it was obvious from the mascara that had started running down her cheeks early in the video that she had been crying. 

I was torn away from the computer monitor when my phone buzzed with an incoming call. Seeing it was Jessi, I answered the phone, "Hey, Jessi."

"Did you watch it?" she asked breathlessly. 

"I did," I replied, hesitant to say more. 

"So, will you do it?"

"You want me to do all of tha?" I blurted out, and I could hear the incredulity in my own voice. 

No sound came from my phone for a few seconds, then Jessi said, "We have already done most of it - I just want to..."

I did not let her finish as I delivered a forceful, "No!"

"Why the fuck not?" Jessi snapped, anger or frustration (or both) sharpening her voice. 

"It is degrading and violent," I shot back, indignant. 

"And we have already done most of it, like I said," she again pointed out. 

"Not like that," I disagreed. "I have never treated you like that."

"Like what, Mark?" she inquired. "Are you saying you have never used me roughly? I think we both know that is not true."

"Not like that," I repeated. "Not hitting you, or spitting on you, or calling you..."

"You certainly have called me dirty names, Mr. Warner," she cut me off. "And I well remember a whipping, and my ass being swatted, and my tits being roughed up, and..."

"That is different," I argued. "None of that is the same as slapping you. In your face, I mean."

"How's it different?" she challenged me. 

"I cannot slap a woman," I told her emphatically. "Or spit on one." 

"But you can whip me and cum on my face?" she pushed. "How is slapping me and spitting on me worse?"

"Because it is not sexual," I shot back, and I truly believed that I had won the point. "It is just violent and degrading."

"Maybe it isn't sexual for you," she said, "but it might be for me."

"I just do not think I can do that to you," I informed her. 

"Even if I beg you to?" she asked. 

"I do not think I could slap you," I explained, "and I know I could not spit in your face."

"What about the rest of it?" she queried, and I noticed the anger in her voice had been replaced with something else, something I thought might be triumph mixed with lust. "You can do the rest?"

"I did not say that."

"You have already done it all, like I have said a couple of times," she persisted. "Maybe not all at the same time, but..."

"I will try," I interjected, a bit surprised by my own capitulation. "But I draw the line at slapping and spitting, and I do not know if I can be as rough with, you know, doing that."

"Fucking my face, Mark?" she snickered. "Is that what you mean?"

"Yes."

"Then say it," she chided me. 

"I do not know if I could fuck your face that roughly."

"You already have, Mr. Warner," Jessi laughed. "Maybe you didn't realize you were doing it that roughly, but you have done it. And I loved it."

My memory did not comport with what my blonde lover was claiming, but I decided not to fight her on it. Instead, I pursued a different line of inquiry. 

"What is in it for you if I do this?" I asked, which is question I had wondered about when I had been watching the video. 

"Remember in the shower, when I fingered myself while you fucked my mouth?" she responded. 

"Yes," I confirmed. 

"I barely needed to touch myself, I was so aroused," she explained. 

"I thought that was for other reasons too, such as what you had told me before about..." I started to point out, but I stopped myself, not wanting to bring up that she had used a threesome fantasy as a way to arouse me. 

"It was everything that was going on," she agreed, "but every time you take control and use my mouth, it brings me right to the edge."

"You really like, I mean, get off on..." I stumbled, trying but failing to formulate my question. 

"Yes," she breathed, and I had no doubt that what I was hearing in her voice then was lust.

"Ummm..." was all I managed as not for the first time Jessi's sexual desires had left me speechless. 

"And I should have told you this part too - I plan to shove a bullet vibrator up my pussy as you fuck my face," she elaborated. "I am guessing I will cum several times that way."

"What is a bullet vibrator?" I asked. "I mean, I know what a vibrator is, but..."

"It is kind of an egg shaped vibrator on a cord," she explained "A couple of inches long and battery powered. You can put it inside and leave it 'cause you can pull it out with the cord."

For the first time in during this conversation with my twenty-year-old lover, I was becoming aroused. The thought of the small vibrator she was describing being in her, pushing her over the edge while I used her mouth, was very alluring. Without consciously doing so, I began to rub my hardening penis through my shorts as I felt my breathing quicken. 

"And it will make you climax while I do that, um, I mean, while I fuck your face?"

"Oh yes," Jessi moaned through the phone. "Just thinking about it has me soaked."

"Do you want to use it - the vibrator?" I suggested. "Now, I mean, while we are on the phone?"

"No," she gasped. "My fingers are doing fine right now."

"Fuck," I groaned, pulling my erection from my shorts and stroking it. "Are you doing anything else?"

"Playing with my nipples, Mr. Warner," she confessed, her voice lower than normal, almost hoarse. "Pinching them, and rolling them between my fingers, and pulling them."

"I would help you with that if I were there," I told her. "With my hands and my lips."

"God, yes," she sighed. "Are you stroking that nice, thick cock of yours, Mr. Warner?"

"I am," I confirmed. "I am thinking of how it would feel to push it between your lips, forcing it down your throat as you licked and sucked on it." 

"OH FUCK!" the young woman yelled. 

Low moans came through the phone, and I brought myself close to the edge as I imagined Jessi's slender yet very feminine body rigid from her orgasm. 

"Are your fingers wet?" I rasped, my hand now stroking my shaft quickly. 

"Yes," the woman on the other end of the line murmured. 

"Lick them clean," I commanded. 

Jessi did not say anything, but I heard licking and sucking sounds coming from the phone's speaker, and I imagined her thoroughly cleaning her juices from her fingers. Simultaneously, I realized that I was about to explode and that I had nothing with which to catch the result of that explosion. 

I pushed my chair back from the desk just as my climax hit me. The first several ropes of semen arched up from my penis and landed on the wood floor of my office. The rest ended up on my legs and shorts. 

"Shit," I groaned.

"What's wrong, Mark," Jessi asked. 

"I made a bit of a mess," I admitted. 

"Where?" she followed up. "Did it get on your keyboard?"

"No," I told her. "I had pushed back from the desk. It mostly landed on the floor, but some it is on my legs and shorts."

The phone was silent for a couple of heartbeats, then Jessi, in a small, almost shy voice, inquired, "If I was there, would it bother you if I licked it up off the floor?"

I closed my eyes, and a vision of her pretty face on or close to the floor, her tongue darting out to lick up my semen, filled my mind. It was both troubling and very arousing, and it also brought back memories of the blonde licking my semen from a saucer on the floor. This was just taking it a step further, I supposed, but it was quite a step. 

"If you wanted to do so," I gulped. 

"Would it excite you to see me do it?" she breathed. 

"Yes," I conceded, surprised at how much it excited me - I was mostly aroused again. 

"Then I will do it tomorrow night when you come over," she informed me. "Just make sure some ends up on the floor." 

Before I could respond, Jessi disconnected the call, and I was left with an almost rigid penis and a jumble of confused thoughts. Chief among these thoughts was the concern that allowing the young blonde to lick my semen off the floor was as bad, if not worse, than things that had bothered me about the video she had sent. However, that concern did not stop me from bringing myself to another climax while I stood under a hot shower and thought about fucking my pretty young lover's face and then making her clean up any ejaculate that might end up on the floor. 

***

My twenty-year-old blonde paramour opened her door wearing only a long, loose t-shirt. However, it was not loose enough to hide her hard nipples, which were pushing against the fabric where it touched her perfect breasts. 

"Hi," I managed to get out as she grabbed my hand and pulled me into her studio apartment. 

Jessi's lips brushed mine in a quick kiss, then she stepped back and pulled her t-shirt off. Naked, she dropped to her knees and opened her mouth wide. She did not utter a single word, not even a hello.

I had already been semi-hard when I knocked on her door, and the sight of the young woman kneeling in front of me, ready for me to violate her mouth, brought me to a full erection. I was about to strip off my clothes when I had a different idea. I unzipped the fly of my jeans and managed to maneuver my stiff penis through it. 

Jessi, her eyes on my erection, leaned slightly forward and opened her mouth even wider. However, I did not just shove it into her mouth. Instead, I rubbed my shaft all over her face, eliciting a moan from my lover as I did so. Then, remembering the video, I lightly smacked my penis against her cheeks and lips. The blonde briefly closed her eyes and shivered. When she opened tem again, she looked up at me with lust and longing.

"Are you ready for me to fuck your throat, slut?" I growled, and Jessi shivered again even as she nodded her head vigorously. 

Grabbing a handful of her soft, blonde hair in both hands, I shoved my penis into her open mouth. I had intended only to push it in about half-way, but once the head of it slid between those soft lips and Jessi moaned around it, I decided to go for it all. 

As I pushed the entire length of my penis down my lover's throat, the young woman brought her hands up and put them against my thighs. At first I thought she was going to push me back, but then she grabbed my legs tightly and pulled me a little forward so that I her lips were pressed up against the skin around the base of my shaft. 

We stayed that way for several seconds, my erection completely encompassed by her throat and mouth, as we stared into each other's eyes. I smiled down at her as I pulled back until only about an inch or so was in her mouth. I held it there, and Jessi started licking and sucking on it. I was tempted to let her continue to see if this might shift to a regular sexual encounter rather that the rough usage she had wanted, but even as that idea ran through my head, I decided against it. Not only did she want me to do this to her, I realized that I wanted to do it too, although not as extreme as in the video, of course. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 11



Tightening my grip on her hair, I again, but with more force this time, shoved my erection down Jessi's throat. I did not leave it in long. After maybe a second, I pulled back until just the tip was between her lips, and then I thrust back in even harder. As it entered her throat this time, Jessi made the same sound as the actress in the video had - I can best transcribe it as "gack" - while the man had been using her mouth. 

"Is that what you wanted, slut?" I asked, pulling completely out of her mouth for a moment. 

"Yes," Jessi whispered. "Of fuck yes. And call me names - worse than 'slut', like 'bitch' and 'whore'."

I nodded and was about to push my penis between her lips again when the blonde held me back and said, "And 'cunt' - call me 'cunt' like in the video."

I just stared at the young woman for several moments, unable to decide what to do. I wanted very much to continue this, to do what we now both wanted me to do, but at the same time, memories of more tender moments we had shared over the holidays poured into my head. 

"How can you call her a 'cunt' and fuck her throat?" my conscience asked me. "You claim to feel something for her more than just lust."

But another thought pushed my conscience aside - if Jessika had asked for the same thing, I was quite sure that I would do it, and without the same hesitation (or without as much hesitation, at least). And while my feelings for the brunette were different from my feelings for Jessi, I still cared a great deal for Jessika. And because I cared for them both, there was no reason to hesitate with Jessi when I would not do so with Jessika, or so I rationalized. 

My doubts calmed, I growled, "Shut up and open wide, cunt!"

I felt a twinge of guilt, but it was clear from the young woman's reaction that she was very much into the whole thing. Even as I was pushing back into her mouth, the blonde again shivered and moaned. 

"I am going to fuck your mouth now, bitch," I told her, eliciting yet another shiver. 

And then I was pounding my erection into her mouth and throat, over and over, nearly as hard and fast as I had ever done to her pussy. With nearly every thrust down her throat, the young woman made the "gack' sound, and I found myself aroused by this well beyond what I would have expected. I was also aroused by the streaks of mascara that were starting to run down her cheeks. I knew I should not be - the roughness of what we were doing was making Jessi cry, just as the actress in the video had done - but the experience of seeing her like that was greatly stimulating. 

As we continued, there were a few times that Jessi had to push me away to catch her breath, and a couple of times that she coughed up salvia, but like in the video, I quickly shoved my penis back into her mouth, and each time I did so, the young blonde either moaned or shivered or both. It was quite obvious that she was as aroused, if not more so, than I was. 

I was growing closer and closer to my climax when Jessi, who had been gripping my thighs with both hands, let go with one hand and began to maul her own breasts. As I watched her pinch and pull at her nipples, I was drawn even closer to the edge. I wondered if she was going to finger herself, and then for the first time I remembered our prior conversation about the bullet vibrator. I almost stopped to ask her if she wanted to get it, but I was too close. 

It soon became obvious I was not the only one who was close. Jessi dropped one hand from her breasts and began to rub between her legs, and it was only seconds later that the young woman's eyes rolled up and her body shuddered. As she squeezed one of her breasts very tightly with one hand, she reached up from her crotch with the other and clamped it on my thigh as her body went rigid.

Realizing that my lover was climaxing put me over the edge. I pulled my penis most of the way out and then held the blonde's head still as I ejaculated into her mouth. Jessi, who was now trembling, seemed to realize too late what was happening. Her eyes went wide and she pulled back, letting my penis fall from her mouth as she spit a mouthful of my semen all over the carpeted floor. 

"Are you okay," I asked her as she took several deep breaths. 

"Yes," she whispered, locking her eyes on mine before continuing in a stronger voice, "Fuck yes! That was incredible."

I smiled down at her and she smiled up at me. I reached down and wiped some semen off her chin. She immediately licked my fingers clean, then smiled at me again. 

"I love that you kept your clothes on - that was fucking hot," she told me. 

"You just kneeling there, naked, mouth open - that was amazingly hot," I countered. 

Jessi beamed up at me, then dropped her gaze to the semen splattered on the carpet in front of her. 

"Too bad it is on the carpet - I would love to lick it all up," she said, again looking up at me. "Would you like that?"

I sighed and nodded as I ran my fingers through her hair. 

"I'm such a nasty little slut," she admitted, scrunching up her nose as she said it. 

Suddenly, I wanted very much to do it again - to shove my penis past those lips and down her throat. Realizing that it truly aroused her to the point of being able to orgasm with only minimal direct stimulation, made it even more desirable for me. 

"Want to go again?" I inquired, which drew a beaming smile from the blonde. 

"Fuck yes," she exclaimed. 

"Go get that vibrator then," I suggested.

The blonde stared up at me for a moment, as if she had forgotten all about what she had told me the night before, but then a huge smile lit her face. She jumped up and grabbed me for a quick hug before she ran to her closet. I watched her small but shapely derriere bounce as she ran, and I started to harden again. I removed my clothes and began slowly stroking myself. 

"Here it is," Jessi said when she returned.

In her hand was a two inch long and one inch thick chrome cylinder, rounded on both ends. It was attached by a thin cord to a small black box with a dial on it. 

"The knob controls the vibration," she explained as she twisted it. 

The cylinder began to buzz and vibrate in her hand. Then, with a wink, the young woman dumped it into my hand, and I felt it dance along my palm. The sensation was very pleasant. 

I was looking at the cylinder vibrating in my hand, so I did not realize Jessi was leaning forward for a kiss. My young lover put her hand on my cheek and turned my head to face her, then she locked her lips on mine and shoved her tongue into my mouth. I immediately drew her to me and pushed back with my own tongue. 

When our kiss broke, Jessi dropped to her knees and took my now almost completely hard penis into her mouth. In mere seconds, the 'almost' dropped away and I was completely rigid. A few moments later, the young woman stood, although one hand still gripped my hard shaft, and she grinned at me. 

"Why don't you make me sit with my back to the wall, shove that vibrator up my cunt, and then fuck my mouth again?" she proposed, her eyes shining. 

I gulped and felt my pulse and my breathing quicken. What she was suggesting both appealed to me and concerned me. Part of the appeal was because it deviated from the video she had sent to me. Not only had there been no vibrator in the video, but the woman in it had never been in the position Jessi was wanting. Yes, the man had once put the actress' head back against the bed as she sat on the floor, but that did not really seem the same as being against a wall. But it also concerned me because it seemed a bit more like forced oral sex than what we had just done. Jessi must have picked up on some of my thoughts, because her grin faltered as she watched my face. 

"If you don't want to do that, I could lay on the bed on my back with my head hanging off," she told me. "That is a good way to fuck a slut's throat, you know."

I thought about her new suggestion. The couple in the video had done that, and I had been amazed when I saw that the outline of the man's hard penis was visible as it entered the woman's throat when she was in that position. And while I realized I would very much like to see that in real life, my mind kept returning to an image of Jessi's blonde head up against the wall as I rammed myself into her mouth. It was simultaneously very wrong and very arousing. 

"I want to do that," I explained, "but I want to do the other first."

"Do what, Mark?" Jessi asked innocently. "You have to tell me what you want to do."

"I want to fuck your face with your head back against the wall," I clarified. 

"And shove the vibrator up my cunt?" she asked, her breathing heavier than it had been just a moment before. 

"Yes," I replied. 

Jessi stared at me, and I saw what appeared to be indecision in her eyes. 

"Um, if you want to do something different," I started to say, but Jessi shook her head. 

"No - I want this," she breathed, her lips trembling. "But I want you to make me. I want to resist and have you overpower me and make me be the wanton slut you know I am."

"Fuck," I blurted out as I looked at her; I did not know what else to say. 

The blonde just stared back at me, and I saw that her whole body was now trembling. Was she scared of what she was suggesting, or was she so aroused that she could not stop her body from shaking?

"I do not know about that," I told her, shaking my head. 

"I really want this," she assured me, and I then knew that her trembling was from desire, or at least mainly from desire. 

"And you won't really be forcing me, of course," she continued. "We'll just be acting like you are forcing me."

I nodded and said, "I understand. I had a girlfriend in college who... I just am not sure I can do this with you."

"Like with the face fucking, we've already done it a couple of times before, just not to the same scale. And why couldn't you do it with me, especially if you did it with some slut you knew in college?" she asked, annoyance creeping into her voice. 

"I did not feel the same way about her," I countered. "And she did not, well, have the same, um, experiences you have had."

"You mean she wasn't fucked up like me?" Jessi shot back.

I noticed that the young woman was still trembling, but her clenched fists indicated that now it was from anger rather than from desire.

"I mean I did not know her like I know you," I explained. "We - you and I - have shared experiences that make me wonder if taking this step is right for us."

"You think I'll shut down and withdraw when it is over," she sighed, her fists unclenching as her body slumped. 

"Yes," I agreed. "That is a concern."

Jessi put her arms around my waist and hugged me, burying her face against my chest. As I stroked her hair, I felt moisture on my skin where her face rested, and I knew she was crying. 

"I am sorry, Jessi," I whispered to her. 

Although she did not let go of my waist, the young woman pushed back a little so she could look up at me. Seeing a tear about to drop from one of her eyes, I gently wiped it away. 

"No, I'm sorry, Mark," she sighed. "You're trying to look out for me because you, um, care about me."

"I do not want to hurt you," I agreed. "And I am afraid I already did this week, when I texted you about..."

Jessi shook her head and covered my mouth. It was clear that she did not want me to say Jessika's name. 

"That hurt, but I've accepted it," she claimed. "And I don't want to talk about it."

"Okay, we will not," I agreed. 

"Good," she said. "Now, since you know I'm okay with that, are you okay with, um, being a little rougher?"

"I am afraid you just want to do something that rougher because it will let you cope with your feelings better," I confessed to her. "That is what you have told me you do when it becomes too much for you."

"Or maybe I just need you to claim me, make me yours, as a way of showing me that you want me," she countered with a shrug. 

"Of course I want you," I assured her. "I cannot stop myself from wanting you."

"Then show me, Mark!" she demanded, and for the first time that evening her eyes blazed with the intensity that I had first noticed back when she was just a student in my class. 

Our disagreement had negated my earlier arousal, but as I pondered how to respond to her challenge, I realized that the small, cylindrical vibrator was still buzzing in my hand. Somehow I had not noticed it at all during the intense discussion, but now it gave me an idea. 

"Get On the bed on your back," I ordered. 

Jessi just stared at me, her eyes still blazing, until I snapped, "Now!"

The slender blonde blinked at me and then rushed to comply, jumping on the bed then turning over to her back.

"Spread your legs, slut," I commanded, and she immediately did so, revealing her smoothly shaven pussy. 

Sitting on the bed between her legs, I slid the fingers of my right hand along her swollen labia, feeling the moisture on them even before I slipped my fingers inside of her. My young lover was clearly very aroused. 

"Why are you so wet, Jessi?" I asked as I began sliding my fingers in and out of her. 

"Because I'm your slut, Mr. Warner," she moaned. 

I pulled my fingers from her pussy, smelled them, and then put them in front of the blonde's lips. She kissed and licked them for a second, then her eyes grew wide. I had used having her lick my fingers clean as a distraction. While she had been paying attention to the task at hand, I had shoved the bullet vibrator completely inside of her pussy. I then turned the knob to its highest setting, and Jessi let out a loud moan. 

I gave her a few seconds to adjust to the vibrator. Then I slipped off the bed, getting on my knees at the foot of it. I grabbed Jessi's legs and pulled her down the bed until she was positioned so that I could easily lean over and bury my face in her groin. 

"Oh fuck yes," she exclaimed when I started furiously licking her clit. 

The blonde spread her legs even wider, then reached down and grabbed my hair, holding it tight as my tongue attacked her most sensitive spot. As I licked her, she writhed and moaned, thrusting her pelvis up at me as. None of this was unusual - it was how she frequently reacted to oral sex - but it was more intense, which I attributed to the little cylinder vibrating away inside of her. 

Jessi's intensity drove me, and I licked and sucked her clit a little more vigorously than I normally would have. Also, as her legs were stretched wide enough, I did not have to use my fingers to spread her labia while I licked her. This allowed me to reach up with both hands and play with her perfectly shaped breasts. 

"Be really rough on my tits, Mark," the blonde begged, and I complied by grabbing both of them tightly and then twisting them.

"God yes," Jessi moaned, and then her body shook briefly before growing rigid. 

While it was clear Jessi was climaxing, I kept going as if she was not. In fact, I increased the intensity of what I was doing. I mauled her breasts until she grunted, then I let both of them go, only to deliver a stinging slap to each of them. 

Jessi yelped and grabbed my hair tighter. 

"Fuck, Mr. Warner!" she gasped. "Do that more - smack my tits hard!"

I did as she asked, and soon the skin of her breasts was well reddened. For a moment I wondered if this was really different from slapping her face, which was a line I had drawn during our conversation the night before, but I told myself it was different. And further, I had done it with Jessika, so why would I not do it with Jessi?

"I'm gonna cum again," she cried, and then she shuddered through another orgasm, this one longer than the prior. 

When her orgasm had subsided, I stood up. Jessi, her body shiny with sweat, whimpered and then pushed herself up with her elbows so she could look at me. 

"Off the bed and sit back against a wall," I commanded. 

The blonde smiled and then scooted to the end of the bed and stood up, her body mere inches from mine. 

"In the kitchen," she said, inclining her head to the studio apartment's small kitchenette. "If you cum on the floor I can lick it up."

"Then get going, bitch," I snarled, stepping from in front of her and then giving her a loud smack on her tight little bottom. 

"Shit!" she yelped, looking at me in surprise. 

I glared at my blonde lover, and snarled, "Do it now, slut - and do not let that vibrator fall from your pussy." Jessi grinned and then hurried to the kitchen, one hand rubbing the red spot that had blossomed on her left butt cheek as her other hand cupped her pussy. I followed her into the little kitchen as she turned and then stood back against the wall. 

"Sit," I ordered her. 

The slender young woman started to comply, then she shook her head, her eyes locked with mine. 

"I will not sit on command like a dog," she hissed, but I knew Jessi well enough to know that she was not really angry - this was part of the game she wanted to play. 

"But you are a little bitch," I shot back. 

Jessi whimpered, but her eyes never left mine, and I could see the building lust in them. This was, as I had thought, exactly what she wanted. 

"And little bitches like you should sit when their master tells them to do so," I pointed out. 

"Make me, asshole," she spit, and then she was stepping away from the wall and pushing me from her, her hands on my chest. 

I grabbed her hands, moved them away from my chest, and then forced her back against the wall. I kissed her roughly, biting her lip as I did so. When she seemed to relax into the kiss, I let go of her hands, put mine on her shoulders, and pushed down. 

The blonde let out a gasp followed by a yelp of pain as her feet slid from under her and her bottom landed on the hard, vinyl floor in her kitchen. 

"Ow!" she complained, and her eyes narrowed. "That hurt!"

"Shut up and suck my cock, slut," I instructed her as I moved my now hard cock to where the tip of it brushed her lips. 

Jessi clamped her lips shut and shook her head "no" rather emphatically. I might have actually believed that she was really not wanting to proceed had I not heard her moan nor seen the lust in her eyes even as she shook her head. Of course, it also helped that she had told me earlier that this is what she wanted. 

"You can either open up the easy way, or I can make you open those lips the hard way," I advised her. 

The blonde nearly smiled, but she caught herself and instead shook her head again, her lips closed tightly. 

"If that is how you want it, slut," I told her as I grabbed her face and tried to squeeze her mouth open. 

Jessi pushed my arm away and said, "That will be difficult. It would be much easier to slap me until I did what you wanted, or if you don't want to do that, grab my hair and twist it hard. That's bound to make me open my mouth up." 

I sighed and shook my head as I reminded her, "I do not want to hurt you."

"Don't think of it as hurting me as much as it is giving me a little incentive," the blonde commented with a wicked smile on her lips. "Oh, and don't forget to call me 'cunt'. It'll help us both feel that I am really getting what I deserve here."

I shook my head at her again, and Jessi sighed and rolled her eyes. I could tell she was frustrated with me.

"Why not, Mark?" she asked. "You called me a 'cunt' just earlier tonight."

"But you do not deserve to be treated like that," I told her. 

The young woman smiled up at me, them leaned forward and kissed my penis, which was starting to soften again. 

"You're a nice man, Mark Warner," she said. "You really are concerned about me. But please believe me - right now I want to be someone who deserves to be forced to do what her man wants. At least pretend to be. It is just in fun. Hey, think of it this way - just pretend I'm your ex-wife and you can do whatever you want to me."




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 11



"No woman deserves to be forced to do something like this. I would never do it, not to you, not to my ex-wife, not to anyone." I declared. 

"And if I really thought you believed that women deserve to be treated like this and that you were a guy who would do this for real, I would not being doing this now," she explained patiently. "This is just playing. It's exciting. I mean, when it is like this. Not like when it really happened."

I felt my mouth hanging open as I stared at the suddenly very small and frail looking young woman on the floor. For her part, Jessi's face drained of color as she looked back up at me. Taking a step back, I held out my hand to her. Tears welled up in her blue eyes as she looked at the offered hand. 

"That pretty much ends this for you, huh?" she sniffed.

I nodded, and with a sigh, Jessi pulled the vibrator from inside of her and turned it off. She then took my hand and used it to pull herself up. We looked into each other's eyes for a moment, then I pulled her to me and gave her a long hug. 

"Do you want to talk about it," I asked her as we held each other. 

"Not really," she replied.

"Okay," I agreed. 

"Can we lay down in bed?" she asked softly. "Maybe you could just hold me."

"Sure, honey," I told her. "We can lie down."

"Thanks, Mark," she whispered. 

Hand-in hand, we walked back to her bed. She climbed in first, laying on her side with her back to me. I then lay down on my side and snuggled up against her, my left arm draped over her waist. My right arm was positioned above my head, allowing me to softly stroke her hair. 

After several minutes, Jessi sighed and said, "It happened a little less than a year ago and was the real reason I gave up guys - until you, that is." 

"What happened?"

"A guy I hooked up with turned out to really believe that women were natural slaves to men, and he spent a weekend showing me that," she stated flatly. 

"Oh," I replied, my mind racing back to Christmas and New Years - the collar and whip as a present, the offer to be my slave, all of it. 

"I'd done rough stuff before," she continued. "But always it was just fun. It was not just fun for him."

"Is that why you, um, want me to, uh, be rough when you start to, um, feel too much?" 

"I don't know," she admitted. "But I know that is why - or at least partly why - I wanted to be your slave. With you it would be for fun, not because you thought I was part of an inferior species."

"But does doing those things make you think about..." 

"Yes and no," Jessi interrupted me. "As I told you before, I'd dreamed about doing that stuff - being a slave and shit like that, and I'd done some rough stuff and been tied up - but I thought what happened had made me not want it anymore. But then you came along, and I did want it. And then I had these feelings, and I didn't think I should want it but I still did, and when you and I do it, that helps with those bad memories, because I want this with you."

A moment of silence stretched between us, and then Jessi asked, "Did any of that make any sense to you?"

"It did," I assured her. "And I know you said you had anxiety issues before, um, that happened, but did it..."

"...make them worse?" she filled in for me. "Maybe. It certainly didn't help."

"Okay," I said, and then again we were both silent for a while. 

"You're never going to fuck me again, are you Mark?" Jessi suddenly blurted out. 

"Why would you say that, Jessi?" I asked her. 

"Because of how messed up I am," she responded. 

"I told you earlier, I cannot stop wanting you," I reminded her. 

"But you're not going to want to be rough or to make me do stuff," she lamented. "Just like you don't want to be my master."

"I do not think I can do or be those things - not to the degree I think you want," I replied. 

"I asked you to call me 'cunt' because that was the name he gave me that weekend," she told me after another period of silence. "He said I had to work my way up to 'bitch'. When I saw the video, with the guy calling the girl 'cunt' all the time, it made me want you to do it to me as a way to take it away from him and to give me some control over it all."

I let her words sink in. They were a stark reminder that most social interactions were challenging for my young lover. The sentiment she expressed was one I had heard from friends who taught psychology - people often try to later assert control over similar situations to those in which they earlier lacked control - but her formulaic, almost computational thought process showed me that she did not really appreciate the more subtle ramifications of what she was attempting to do. 

When it was clear she was not going to say anything else right them, I said, "What you are talking about is, to my understanding, common for people who have experienced trauma - the desire to relive a traumatic experience in a situation that allows for some sense of control."

"That's what I learned in psych class," Jessi agreed.

"But I am concerned it is not really a one-to-one correspondence," I continued. "I am not sure you can balance out one experience with another."

The young blonde beside me sighed and rolled over to her other side, so that she was facing me. As we had not turned out the lights, I could see her well, and I clearly saw what I thought was pain in her eyes. 

"I had to try," she told me. "I had to try to make it something I could make sense of."

"I know, honey," I assured her. 

"I thought it'd make it okay if we did it," she went on. "And it'd okay that I liked it, just like when we tried for me to be your slave. I liked those things with him, even when I knew I shouldn't, even when it was clear he didn't really care if I said 'yes' or 'no'. Even when I did not want it to happen, my body liked it."

I knew that it was possible for a woman to respond physically to unwanted sexual activity, and I knew that having such responses could lead the woman to profound feelings of shame, but knowing it did not equip me to deal with it. What Jessi was feeling - or at least what I thought she was feeling - was well beyond my ability to do anything but give her comfort and support. 

"Have you talked to anyone?" I ventured after another period of silence. 

"Like a shrink?" the young woman asked, a look of disgust on her face. "I think I told you about my experience with shrinks."

"You told me that your mother fired some therapists who thought she was a contributing factor toward your panic attacks," I said. 

"She did, but I didn't think they helped me much anyway," she explained. "And the couple I've tried since didn't help either. They want to figure why I'm this way - I just want help to not be this way."

"I see," was my only responses. I thought about talking to her concerning cause and effect, and how knowing the cause might help with the effects, but I did not think that would be constructive at the moment. 

"There's something I want you to know," she said a few seconds after we had both fallen silent again. 

"What is that, Jessi?"

"I want you to know that I like making love to you, but I like the rough stuff too, and not just stuff that asshole did that I'm trying to fix," she informed me, a desperate look in her blue eyes. "The vibrator, and wanting you to put me against the wall, and me wanting to lick up your cum from the floor - that's all stuff I thought of to do with you. None of it's from... before."

"What about the slapping and the spitting?" I inquired. "What you said you wanted from the video, I mean."

"That's different," the blonde muttered, her eyes shifting. 

"And slapping your breasts?" I continued on.

Jessi looked at me and smiled, although I noticed her cheeks turned a little pink.

"Now that is something I've liked for some time," she said, reestablishing eye contact. "As is the being tied up and stuff, at least on its own. That guy took it someplace else, but that doesn't change that it turns me on. I think that's why I let him do that shit, and why I didn't run the moment he pushed it too far."

"That does make me feel better," I advised her. "But you understand I have my limits."

"I do, Mark," she agreed, reaching up to run her hand along my cheek. 

"Well, you also should know that sometimes talking about something can be arousing but actually doing it may be a problem for me, may push my limits."

"I can see that - and I'm trying to understand it," she said, her hand moving from my face to my chest. "When something gets me hot, I'm always willing to really do it. Well, almost always. That thing I talked about that one time - what we could do with another girl - I don't think I'm willing to do that. It's hard enough to share you as it is, and I'm not even there when you... you know."

"I understand, Jessi," I assured her. "I would not ask you to do that."

"So it's one of those things that gets you hot but you wouldn't do, or is it something you would do but won't because I won't?" she asked. 

"It is an arousing fantasy," I replied, picking my words carefully. "I do not know if I could follow through on it, generally speaking, but I know I would not want to do so if it were something my partner did not want."

"So you would do it, or try anyway, if I was willing?" Jessi asked, as she reached down and ran her fingers along my hardening penis. 

"I, um..."I said, trying to stall so I could think about my response. 

"Hmmm...you seem pretty worked up from just talking about it, Mr. Warner," my blonde lover pointed out as she wrapped her hand around the thickness of my now fully erect shaft. "This is nice and hard."

"It is arousing for me, yes," I admitted. "I have, uh, thought about it since you brought it up."

"I've thought about it too," she breathed. "I've dreamed about it. I even checked with a couple of girls I know I thought might be willing."

"Oh," was all I managed to say as the young woman began stroking my erection. 

What I did not tell Jessi is that I had dreamed about it as well. I did not think she would be happy that Jessika was invariably the other woman when I dreamed about it, as she often was when I consciously thought about it. 

"But as much as it turns me on, it also scares me," she continued. "I don't think I could watch you fuck another woman."

"You do not have to explain it to me, Jessi," I advised her. "It is enough for me to know that it is not something you want to do."

"But I do want to do it, Mark," she moaned, and I realized that her breathing was growing as ragged as my own. "I've wanted to ever since I first started messing around with other women. I guess I wanted to before that even, but I didn't really think about it as much."

"I do not understand," I told her, shaking my head. 

"I don't either," she informed me. "I can't bear the thought of seeing you with someone else, not when I already know you're with someone else, but since we talked about it, I can't get it out of my mind either. I'll think I've forgotten about it, then it'll pop up in a dream, or I'll see a hot girl I think you might like too."

Without warning her, I grabbed a fistful of Jessi's soft hair and pulled her into a hard kiss. I put every bit of arousal I was feeling into that kiss, and Jessi did the same I believe. We were both gasping when we broke apart. 

"I am going to fuck you," I growled. 

"Okay," Jessi agreed, "but I wanna do something first."

Jessi bent at the waist, pulling her hair from my grasp as she did so. When her face was just above my erection, which she was still stroking, she kissed the head of my penis and then slipped her lips over it. For several seconds, she sucked on the first couple of inches of my shaft as her hand flew up and down it. Then she pulled away, lay on her back, and grabbed her own ankles in order to spread herself as open as possible. 

"Fuck me now," she pleaded. 

I immediately moved between her legs, positioning myself before I pushed inside of her. Jessi moaned as I growled and buried myself completely in one thrust. 

"Fuck yes!" she said as she let go of her ankles and wrapped her legs around my torso. "Fuck me hard, Mr. Warner."

I did as she asked, and soon both or bodies were shaking with each thrust. Jessi was evidently much more aroused than I had suspected, however, as it only took a minute or so of pounding her to make her climax. 

"Oh god yes, yes, yes," she moaned as she arched her body and shuddered beneath me. 

As my young lover climaxed, I felt the spasms of her tight pussy around my hard shaft. However, as amazing as that felt, I was not really close myself. I slowed down anyway, though, and gave her time to recover. 

"Flip me over and fuck me doggy style," Jessi instructed me when she could speak again. 

Wanting to please her, I withdrew from her and physically turned her over so she was flat on her stomach. I next took a firm hold of her hips and pulled her up so she was on her knees, her exquisite rear end in the air. This exposed her pussy, it lips now swollen, and I was able to ram myself back inside of her. 

"Oh god," she groaned as I picked up speed, my hands holding her hips tightly. 

"Would you fuck me like this while I licked some slut's pussy, Mr. Warner?" she asked a few second later.

I thought about saying that was not something I wanted to think about, but I did not. Instead, I said, "Yes, this is how I would fuck you. And I would take a fistful of your hair and shove your face deep into her crotch as I did it. Like this."

I grasped her hair tightly in one hand and shoved her face down against the bedding. 

"Oh fuck, that's hot," she moaned. "Would you fuck her like this and shove her face in my cunt?"

"Yes," I snarled. "And I would fuck her so hard that you felt every thrust as her face was pushed up against you."

"I would be so pissed you were fucking her," Jessi shot back, "but I would love each time you pushed her face against me."

"Would you lick my cum from her pussy?" I inquired. 

"Yes, yes, fuck, yes," Jessi panted. 

"Would you suck my cock until it was hard, just so I could fuck her again in front of you?" 

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming again!" the blonde yelled. 

This time, her pussy squeezing me was too much. I leaned over so my chest was pressed against her back as I ejaculated deep inside of her, enjoying the way her pussy walls clung to my penis as it jerked with each squirt of semen. Even as I began to soften, I continued to press against her. We stayed that way for some time, our sweat mingling as our breathing calmed. 

"That was incredible," Jessi murmured.

"Yes it was," I agreed, then I pulled my limp penis from her warmth and lay down on my back next to her. 

Jessi lowered her pelvis so she was lying flat beside me. Then she turned onto her side and snuggled up against me, her head resting on my chest. 

"I don't think either of us can deny that particular thing turns us on," she sighed. 

"Fucking?" I asked, trying to sound innocent while hoping my unusual bluntness might direct her away from talking about the threesome fantasy. "No, I will never deny that fucking you turns me on."

"No Mark," she scolded me. "Us being with another girl."

"So fucking me does not turn you on?" I asked, still trying to change the subject - I had not forgotten the how Jessi had withdrawn the last time we had included a fantasy about a threesome. 

"Fucking you always turns me on, Mark," she said, exasperation now evident in her voice.

"Then that is all we need to worry about," I told her as I stroked her hair. 

Jessi was silent for several seconds. I am not sure what I expected from her, but I did not expect her to give up easily. However, she surprised me. 

"You know, it is," she sighed. 

***

I woke in the morning before my blonde lover. I slipped out of bed to visit the bathroom. When I returned, I found Jessi sitting up in bed, her hair sleep-mussed and sticking out at odd angles. 

"Sorry I woke you," I told her as I climbed back into bed and lay on my back beside her. 

"I'm not," she said as she climbed between my legs then moved down the bed until her breasts hung above my flaccid penis. 

"What are you doing, Jessi?" I asked. 

The blonde did not answer, nor did she need to do so. She pushed her breast together around my penis and began rubbing them up and down it. However, as my erection grew, it was clear that her breasts, though proportionate to her frame and beautifully shaped, were not ideal for the endeavor at hand. Still, it felt very nice, and the visual of Jessi trying to push enough together to engulf my penis was amazing. 

"Well that's not quite working," she sighed. 

"It feels great," I assured her. 

"It feels nice for me too," she told me, "but I want you in me now. Can I ride your cock?"

"Oh yes," I moaned. "You do not need to even ask." 

The blonde crawled forward, dragging her breast up my torso until they were pressed against me just below my chest. Kissing my neck, Jessi reached behind her, grabbed my penis, and positioned it between her labia. Then slowly, exquisitely, Jessi slid down my length, her tight pussy gripping me as she did so. 

"I love it this way," she breathed when I was all the way inside of her. "I love the feel of it so deep in me, and I love being able to control it and give you pleasure."

"I love it to, Jessi," I told her. "It feels fantastic, and it gives me great opportunity to play with your perfect boobs."

To emphasize my point, I reached up to her hanging breasts and squeezed both of them before I began playing with her hard nipples. Jessi sighed and arched her back, giving me better access to her breasts, even as she began to rock forward and back on my rigid shaft. However, there was an odd look in her eyes, one I could not read. 

"They're too small," she complained, surprising me; I had never heard her say anything negative about her body before. With all the issues Jessi had, I had not thought body issues were among them. 

"They are fantastic," I told her. "I love them." 

"But you like big tits," she said, her eyes boring into me in that disconcerting way of hers (the first such stare I had experienced during this encounter). 

"Why do you think that?" I moaned - Jessi, despite our conversation, had picked up speed, and the feel of her tight pussy clinging to my hard penis was brining me along quite quickly. 

"Your other lover," she moaned. "Big Tits."

"Let's not do this," I suggested, but neither Jessi nor my mind listened. 

A vision of Jessika's large, firm breasts covered in my semen, with Jessi licking them clean, filled my mind, while in real life, the blonde asked me, "If we brought in another slut, would you want her to have big tits?"

"No," I answered.

"So you'd want her to have small tits?" she countered. 

"No," I said, shaking my head. "I mean it doesn't matter."

"So any size is okay?" she asked, even as she pushed herself up so she was sitting astride my hips, my penis even deeper inside her. 

"No - I mean I does not matter because it is not something we are going to do."

Jessi stared down at me intensely until I closed my eyes. Even then, I felt that stare burning through me. 

"We both want it, Mark," she stated calmly, just before she began to bounce up and down my pole. 

"Jessi, please stop," I said, opening my eyes to look at her. 

"Stop fucking you or stop talking about something we obviously both want to do?" she snapped. 

I was trying to respond, but I found it hard to form a coherent sentence. The sensations from my lover moving up and down my shaft were too intense. 

"I do not want it," I managed to get out. "It would hurt you."

With a loud moan, Jessi let herself drop down against my groin. As she sat there, I felt her vagina clamp down around me, and I felt the shudders of her body through it. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 12



For the rest of Saturday, I mulled over what had happened at my blonde lover's apartment. At times, I was angry at Jessi for being angry at me for nothing more than a dream. At other times, I was angry at myself for not being able to make a choice between Jessika and Jessi. I knew I could not keep Jessi if I continued my friends-with-benefits relationship with Jessika, but I kept trying anyway. 

Invariably, my anger at myself would lead me back to anger directed at Jessi for giving me what still felt like an ultimatum, which would bring me back to be angry that all this had started because of a dream I had. What I tried not to think about at all was Jessi's declaration of love. It was not a surprise - we had danced around that topic before - but it was also a challenge for me to tell her how I really felt about her. Unfortunately, I was not as sure as she was, and further, I knew that telling her I loved her would just make my current situation all the worse. 

My restless day became a restless evening. I checked my phone every few minutes, hoping for a message from Jessi. However, I did not receive any messages or emails from my blonde lover. Moreover, my rational mind knew that she would not be in contact with me for some time; unfortunately, I was irrationally hoping I was wrong and that a conciliatory text would pop up at any moment. 

A little after 9:00pm, my phone pinged, indicating a text had arrived. I snatched it up but immediately saw the text was from Jessika, not Jessi. 

"I am home and horny," the brunette had texted. 

"Would you like me to come over?" I asked, not sure I was up to it but also not sure I wanted to be alone.

"God yes, but it's not a good time. It's that time of the month for this girl," she replied. 

"That is not a problem for me," I informed her.

"It is for me," she sent back. 

"I understand. Are you still coming over tomorrow?" I inquired. 

"About that - can we go out for dinner and then back to your place?"

"Sure," I told her. 

"Great. Pick me up at 6:00. And to answer your real question, I should be good to go tomorrow. And if I'm not, you'll definitely still get a blowjob. I know - that will be a fucking hardship for you. ;)" my curvy lover texted. 

"I seriously do not mind doing more, regardless of the time of the month," I reiterated. 

"It's just not my thing. It makes me feel icky," she explained. 

"Okay. I will hope for more but settle for a blowjob." I texted. 

"Settle, huh?" she responded. 

"If I have to," I teased. 

"Just you wait! If that is all we can do, I will show you it is not settling. The blowjobs I give are magnificent," Jessika teased me back. 

"Well, the happy ending ones are quite nice," I admitted. 

"You would bring that up," she wrote. 

"Well, it was magnificent," I assured her. 

"I have to go now. If we keep this up, I will not be able to stand it," 

"We could have phone sex," I suggested, thinking that might be just the thing to keep my restless evening from becoming a restless night. 

"Not tonight. I am serious about feeling icky," she explained. 

"Okay. I hope you have a good night," I wrote. 

"Thanks. You too," she texted back. 

It was several hours after my text exchange with Jessika before I was able to fall asleep. And when I did sleep, I woke frequently. I knew I had several dreams during that time, but the only one I remembered was one in which I was trying to reach Jessi through a variety of natural and man-made obstacles. 

Although I was tired from my long night, I was up early. I tried to bury myself in work, but I was unable to distract myself sufficiently. I could not help thinking about Jessi and Jessika, even though I knew it was futile. I could not think of any solution, and I always ended up angry at myself, at Jessi, or at us both. 

Around 2:00pm I was so exhausted that I was able to take a nap, and I woke somewhat refreshed three hours later. I showered and dressed, noting to myself that choosing clothes for dinner with Jessika was much easier than for those occasions I had been out with Jessi. I was by far less concerned with looking younger or what Jessika might think. I picked comfortable jeans and a dark blue sweater. When I left my house to pick up Jessika for dinner, I was in a better mood than any I had experienced since my situation with Jessi the morning before. 

As I waited for my lovely brunette lover to come to the door, I was already anticipating the activities that would come later that evening. I had now doubt that spending time with Jessika would be a great way to get my mind off of Jessi, and that sex with my curvaceous lover would be an even better way. However, those thoughts were driven out of my mind when Jessika opened the door, her expression thunderous and by far more troubling than any of the instances in which Jessi had glared at me the day before. 

"Hello Mark," Jessika said icily. "We need to talk."

"What's wrong...?" I started, but a flash of those now dark gray eyes stopped me from completing my question. 

"I don't want to talk about it on at my front door, Mark," she explained. "So, please get your ass in here."

"Sure," I said, following Jessika into her apartment. I noticed two things: one, she was dressed in jeans and sweater, much as I was, but did not look ready to go out; and two, her body was tense and there was almost none of her normal sway to her walk. Still, her butt looked great, and I found myself hoping we could work through whatever was bothering her. What I did not suspect - but should have - is that what we had to work through was related to Jessi. 

"Have a seat," Jessika suggested, gesturing to her couch. 

"Okay," I agreed in what I hoped was a calming tone. Jessika sat in a chair by the couch rather than sitting next to me. 

"Read this," she commanded, holding out a piece of paper that seemed to a printout of an email. 

I took the paper, but I only had time to see that it was from Jessi and that the subject line was "How about a little contest?" before Jessika ripped the email away from me. 

"Hello Big Tits," she read, then fixed me with a look that was downright alarming. An angry Jessi was difficult to deal with; and angry Jessika was frightening. 

"So, is that what you two call me?" she demanded. 

"Um, I do not call you that," I answered, trying to figure out what I could say that, at the least, would not make my gray-eyed interrogator angrier. 

"But she does and you don't stick up for me?" Jessika pushed on. 

"I told her she should not call you that," I clarified. "But, I do not think it is really that negative a name..."

"You don't, huh?" Jessika challenged. "You don't think it reduces me to nothing more than a pair of boobs?"

"Um..." was all I managed to get out before Jessika again shoved the paper at me. 

I took it and started to read it, although I admit was expecting the brunette to tear it from my grasp at any moment. As I made my way through Jessi's email, I began to wish Jessika would snatch it so I would not have to finish reading it. 

My young blonde lover had laid out a challenge to Jessika - a competition between them regarding my affections. The idea was a threesome that was really just an opportunity for me to see which I really preferred. 

When I read the last paragraph, I really knew why Jessika was so angry. Jessi had written:

"I would understand if you do not want to do this - I'm younger and a much better lay, I'm sure. I think Mark is just enamored with your fat tits that you are always shoving in his face. I have no doubt I'll win when it is a competition about sex, not just who needs the bigger bra. Oh, and one more thing to think about - Mark very much wants a threesome, and he wants it to be with the two of us. I have no problems having sex with a woman, and I guarantee I'll not hesitate to lick your cunt, suck on your tits, or do whatever turns him on. I doubt you're ready to do the same, which is fine with me, because even if you turn out to be a better lay than I suspect, I'll still win. Who would give up a bisexual twenty-year-old willing to have threesomes for an over-the-hill cow with saggy udders."

"Well?" Jessika demanded, when she saw that I was done reading. 

"I had no idea she was going to send this to you," I told her. 

"Shit, I knew that, Mark," the brunette scowled. "I knew it when I saw you."

"I did not know this was something she even intended to do," I clarified. 

"I believe that too - you wouldn't go along with something like this," she agreed. 

"Is it what she says about, um...?" 

"My boobs or my age? Or whether or not I'm a good lay?" she interrupted. "No, those bother me, but they aren't why I'm angry with you."

"I do not understand," I said, and it was true. I was lost as to why Jessika was this angry with me. 

"Did you tell her you wanted a threesome with me?" she snarled. 

"No," I said, shaking my head. 

"Then she's lying?" Jessika pushed. 

"Not lying, really," I admitted. 

"Before we go on, let me tell you something about my ex," the brunette said. 

"Okay," I replied, unnerved by the seeming change of subject. 

"When we were dating, he wanted a threesome. I told him it would never happen. When we were engaged, he suggested it as a last fling before we were married, and I told him no," she related. 

"I think I understand now," I assured her. 

"No, you don't," she snapped. "Not yet. And don't interrupt me."

I was on the verge of pointing out that she had already interrupted me a few times, but I thought better of it and said nothing at all. 

"When we were married, he asked for one for his thirtieth birthday, and I told him to fuck off. By that time, I had realized something I had not realized before we were married. That asshole loved talking me into doing kinky things then treating me like I was a slut for doing them. And, to top it off, he then expected me to keep doing them even after he treated me like shit for doing them. Anal sex was like that - he begged and begged for it. When I gave in, he tried to get me to, um, lick him clean afterwards. When I said no, he told me that we already knew I was a dirty slut, so what would it hurt to be a little dirtier. I still refused, and we had a big fight. The next week, he wanted anal sex again and did not understand when I refused."

"I am sorry that happened..." I was saying, when Jessika cut me off. 

"I asked you not to interrupt me, Mark," she snapped. 

"I'm sorry, Jessika." I said simply, deciding to point out that she had not asked me but rather told me. 

Jessika sighed and closed her eyes. After she took a deep breath, I saw her shoulders relax. More promising was when I saw that her eyes had lost some of the anger when she opened them again. 

"I'm sorry I got that angry, Mark." The brunette told me. "But I think you'll understand why when I'm done. Just please let me tell you all of this, okay?"

I nodded, and Jessika continued:

"Well, despite my 'fuck off' response to his birthday threesome suggestion, he continued to push me. Nearly every day he would bring it up and say things like it would be his only chance and that if I loved him I would give him this. I finally told him that I would never do that, not for him or anyone else, and that I had no interest in sex with another woman. He laughed and explained that I wouldn't have to have sex with another woman - I would just have to let him have sex with her, and me, and maybe let her do stuff to me. Again, I told him to fuck off."

Jessika stopped for a few seconds, her eyes on the floor. Then she looked at me, gave me a weak smile, and continued:

"Do you have any idea what it's like to have the person who supposedly loves you push you to do things you're unsure about, even if some of those things kind of excite you, and then treat you like shit for doing them? That's one of the things that's so different with you, Mark. I can do those things that I'm unsure about but that excite me and not worry about you judging me. If we like it, great. If we don't, that's fine too."

"I have not really found anything I do not like doing with you," I grinned, and I was rewarded with the first real smile I had seen all evening, as well as some red in her cheeks. 

"Same for me, Mark," Jessika said. "Even the anal. Yeah, it hurt afterwards when I had to drive, but I would be quite willing to..."

Jessika trailed off, and her eyes hardened again. 

"Fuck it, Mark," she said, shaking her head. "I need to finish this, and we still need to talk about that email."

"Sorry, Jessika."

The brunette again took a deep breath before starting her story again:

"So, my bastard of an ex kept pushing me for this birthday threesome. And I kept telling him no. Well, one night a couple of days before his birthday, I come home to find him with a woman - a skinny blonde. They were just sitting and talking, but from the moment I walked in, I felt the attraction between them. I knew why she was there."

"My ex, on seeing me, said 'Hey Jess. 'I want you to meet Ashley. Ashley is a friend of my buddy Seth. She's bi and is willing to help us out. And you can see how fucking hot she is.'"

"Well, while I thought she was sorta pretty, I didn't find her all that hot, and I was unsure how a guy who liked my body as much as he claimed to could also find a stick figure with small boobs so hot. And I see that face you're making, Mark Warner. That's not a dig at you being attracted to blonde Jessica. I want to strangle that little bitch right now, but I have to admit that she has a much better figure than Ashley did."

I felt my cheeks grow warm - I had been thinking exactly what Jessika had surmised, that her comment was directed at Jessi and me as much as at her ex. I was embarrassed that she had read my face so easily, but I was pleased that she assured me that she did not intend to lump me in with her ex. It was also some more assurance that, despite her current anger, Jessika was not contemplating ending our friendship. 

"So there we were, my ex salivating over a woman whose ass and hips looked, at best, androgynous. Anyway, this Ashley looked me up and down, gave me a big smile, and said to my ex, 'She is the one who is fucking hot. I would kill to have that body.' I don't know if that was supposed to put me at ease, or what, but it pissed me off. I was about to tell them both to get out when she continued, saying, 'At least I get to explore that body." Then she grabbed my face and kissed me. I was so surprised that I almost let her slip her tongue in my mouth before I pushed her away. "

"'What the fuck are you doing?' I asked her, and she turned to my ex with this surprised look on her face. At that point, I realized he must have told her I was willing. She asked him what was going on, and he smiled this stupid smile of his that he thought no woman could resist and said, 'I thought you two would hit it off when I got you together.' Then he shrugged and winked." 

"You know me well enough by now to figure out that that pissed me off. I told him exactly what I thought of him and that I was not staying with him a moment longer. I then flipped him off and went to our bedroom to pack."

"I was in the middle of packing when she walked in and sat on my bed, the one I had, up to then, shared with my husband, and started making excuses for him. She told me that how he did it was wrong, but that I would be giving him the best gift ever if I did it. I asked her how she could say that, as it was clear to me he lied to her as well. Her response was that all guys lie, and he had done it just so we could have fun. Then she had the gall to take my hand and say, 'I can't be mad at him - he introduced me to a goddess.'"

"Well, at that point I told her that not only was I unwilling to watch my husband fuck another woman, I was not remotely interested in being with a woman. She looked at me with this look on her face like she pitied me and said, 'You just need to experience it once. You wouldn't care about letting a man, even your husband, fuck someone else if you knew you were going to get the better end of it.' I told her to fuck off. At that point, she decided to leave, and they were both gone when I left our apartment for the last time."

"So that is when you left him?" I asked.

"Yep," she confirmed. "I was already thinking about it - his last attempt to shame me into anal sex had almost got me there - but Ashley was the last straw. I knew I couldn't be with him if he respected me so little. I mean, isn't your husband supposed to be looking out for you, not his cock?"

"I would think so," I told her. 

"And you haven't heard it all yet. He fucked her that night, in my bed. He told me that later, after he realized I wasn't coming back. He wanted to hurt me," Jessika explained. 

"I am so sorry that all happened to you, Jessika," I consoled her. 

The lovely brunette looked up at me and gave me a small smile before she said, "I'm not. It hurt like hell, but it made me stronger, and put me on a path to a better life. And I met you."

"I am not your favorite person right now," I pointed out. 

"Oh, you're still one of my favorite people, Mark Warner," she smiled. "I'm just fucking pissed at you. And I'm beginning to hope you'll give me reason not to be."

"I'll try, Jessika," I assured her. "Let me explain..."

"Sorry, but I have one more thing to tell you," she interrupted. "Ashley emailed me a couple of days later - my ex had given her my email address - and told me she had set up a birthday threesome for my ex but that she knew it would be much better for him if it was with me instead of someone he didn't know. At the end of the email, she suggested I come and spend some time at her place, since she knew I was living with friends, and that I would be much more comfortable about it all if it wasn't the first time I was experiencing sex with another woman. I sent her a two word reply."

"Fuck off?" I guessed. 

"Close," the brunette snickered. "I wrote 'fuck you'. I almost added the c-word, but I decided against it."

"And that was the end?" I asked. 

"I wish!" Jessika sorted. "She called me the next day and told me that I wouldn't have anything to be jealous of during the threesome since she had already fucked my ex. I told her that was the dumbest load of shit I had ever heard. She suggested my real issue was fear of being with a woman, and she told me she could make my first experience so fantastic that I would never again want to stick to just men. My temper got the better of me, and I used the c-word, and many other words, to tell her exactly what I thought of my ex, her, and their fucking stupidity. I think her true colors came out after that, because she told me my ex deserved a woman who was willing to give him what he needed and was not afraid of her own sexual power. I hung up at that point. A few days later, they emailed me a video of the two of them with another woman - a brunette with big boobs - as they had sex. My reply was simply, 'poor girl'. I never heard from Ashley again. Unfortunately, I can't say the same for my ex."

"God I love your attitude, Jessika," I laughed. 

"Well, you might not have liked me while I was married," she said. "I lost it for a while."

"I am happy you found it again," I assured her. 

"Yeah, well remember that if I am still pissed after you tell me your side," she warned me, and I knew it was time for me to explain everything to her.

"There is not really much to tell," I disclosed. "It all began our second time together, when Jessi let slip she was bisexual and had given up men for several months. That morning, she used a fantasy scenario about a threesome to, well, arouse me - and her."

"And was that scenario about anyone in particular," Jessika asked in a neutral tone, although I suspected she was struggling to keep it so. 




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"No, it was very generic - just what we might do with another woman," I explained. "It was fun while it lasted, but Jessi ended up not dealing with it well. We discussed it a few days later, I mean, why it had bothered her, but that was it. We did not talk about it again until, well, Friday night."

"This past Friday?" Jessika inquired. 

"Yes," I confirmed. "We had a pretty intense discussion about several things, and she brought it up as an example of something that aroused her but that she could not do."

"Can we back up for a second?" Jessika broke in. "You never discussed actually doing this or who you might do it with?" 

"We did not," I assured her. 

"But you said what she put in the letter, about you wanting me to be with you two, wasn't really a lie," the brunette pointed out. 

"It was not a lie because I have thought about it - and dreamed about it," I admitted. 

Jessika's eyes narrowed, and she asked, "Real dreams or day dreams?"

"Both," I replied.

"And you told blonde Jessica about these dreams involving the three of us? 

"No, I never told her. She overheard me talking in my sleep during a dream I had Saturday morning," I explained. 

"And how did that go over," Jessika inquired.

"It was strange," I told her. "And to give you the full story, I have to be fairly specific about what we were doing, and you have said before you do not want to know any of that."

"I know," Jessika said. "But tell me this one."

"Okay, here it goes," I told her. "I woke up from my dream feeling aroused, but not remembering the dream. I want to the bathroom, and when I came back Jessi was awake. We started fooling around, and eventually she ended up on top. During that time, she asked me if I wanted the other woman in the threesome to have large breasts. I told her it did not matter to me. I thought she was growing upset, but then she climaxed and I thought everything was okay. However, instead of continuing on, she asked if I had climaxed, and I told her I had not. She then pulled up off me and got out of bed. At that point, she asked if I wanted help finishing up, and I said I did. That is when she told me I could get you to do it. 

"I'm not sure I am following this really," Jessika admitted. 

"Neither did I at first," I agreed. "But then as we talked, she revealed that she had heard me call for you, and for her, and even say some things that were, um, sexual."

"Such as?" Jessika pushed. 

"Such as asking her - in my dream, of course - to lick semen of your breasts," I confessed, looking away from Jessika's face as I felt the blood rush to mine. 

"Oh," Jessika blurted out. "I can see why that might piss her off."

"Yes, I can too," I concurred, looking at her again. 

"And this is how all this came about?" She asked, her eyes on mine. 

"It is," I affirmed. 

"You never told her you really wanted a threesome with me?" 

"I did not, Jessika, nor would I have done so," I assured her.

"But you want one, right?" she followed up. "With me and her, I mean." 

"I have thought about that, and of course, as I told you, I have even dreamed about it," I sighed. "But I do not want it. I know you two could never get along enough to do it."

"So if we were both willing, you would want it?" Jessika queried, and again I heard her struggle to keep her voice neutral. 

"I do not think we should pursue this, Jessika," I advised her. 

"Oh, I do, Mark," she replied. "And don't worry about me being mad - just please tell me the truth."

"Why would I not want to have the two sexiest women I have ever known at the same time?" I asked, tossing my caution aside. "But I would never ask it of either of you because I know that neither of you would want it. Hell, if it came down to it, I would not really want it, knowing what would likely come of it."

"Would you not ask me because you know I do not like blonde Jessica or because you don't believe I would want to do it?" Jessika pushed on. 

"They are both important factors," I admitted. 

Jessika looked down, then met my eyes, leaned forward in her chair so she was closer to where I sat on the couch, and held out her hand. I gave her a weak smile and grabbed her hand. The brunette sighed and closed her eyes. We sat like that for a moment, her eyes closed and our hands clasped. 

"I believe you, Mark," she assured me, opening her eyes again and looking into mine. "And I'm not mad at you anymore."

"I am very happy about that," I chuckled. 

Jessika smiled, then dropped my hand as she stood up. I was concerned for a moment that she might suggest I leave, but she did no such thing. She walked over to the couch, sat down beside me, and put her head on my shoulder. 

"I don't feel like going out anymore," she said. "Do you want to order something to eat?"

"That would be fine, Jessika," I told her. 

"Great," Jessika murmured. "Then after we eat, I want you to make me forget about all this."

"How do you want me to do that," I asked her. 

"Well, despite all that has happened, I am still horny as hell. You can take care of that for me," she suggested. 

"That will be my pleasure, Jessika," I promised, before asking, "Are you done then, um, with your...?"

"With my period?" she filled in. "I am."

"Very good, although I was looking forward to a blowjob," I teased her. 

"No head for you tonight, mister," she informed me. 

"Not even just a little?" I asked. 

"I'm serious, Mark," the brunette advised me. "I'm not entirely happy with all this shit, especially not you including me in your day dreams of threesomes."

"You said you would not be angry about my answer," I reminded her. 

"Oh, I'm not mad," Jessika told me. "I just want you to focus on my pleasure as an atonement for what you and your blonde put me through."

"I always make sure to give you pleasure," I pointed out."

"Yes you do," she agreed. "And I make sure of the same for you. Tonight, however, I want to just focus on me. If you cum too, then great, but it'll have to be from you doing stuff for me, not me doing it for you."

"I am very willing to do that," told her as I lifted her chin up so I could kiss her sensuous lips. 

Not five minutes later, Jessika was sitting naked on her couch, her legs spread wide, and my face was buried between her thighs. As I licked her sensitive clit, my hands massaged and squeezed her wondrous breasts. 

"Oh, that's gonna go a long way to making me feel better," the curvy brunette purred as she ran her fingers through my hair. 

As my tongue was rather busy at that point, my only response was to pinch and pull her hard, thick nipples. I was rewarded with a long moan and her fingers tightening in my hair. 

"Oh fuck," she breathed. "Have I ever told you how much I love your tongue? And your fingers. I love what you do with those fingers."

I pinched her nipple again, then returned to groping her full breasts, my attention to them growing rougher as her moans increased in volume and frequency. 

"Next time I'm pissed at you," Jessika panted, "just throw me down and do this to me - I won't be pissed for long."

I glanced up at her and met her lust-filled gaze. Then, while looking into those sultry, gray eyes, I sucked her clit between my lips and nibbled it gently while tighten my grip on her bosom. 

"Oh god, yes!" my lover blurted out as she held my head in place. 

Figuring Jessika was close to her climax, I continued sucking and nibbling on her sensitive nub. Moments later, the brunette's hold on my hair tightened even more as her body began to shake. She let out a sharp gasp then used my hair to pull my lips and tongue away from her clitoris. Tell-tale squeaks escaped her lips as she rode out her climax. 

When Jessika relaxed her grip on my hair, I started licking her clit again. She grunted as her body jerked. 

"No," she said, her voice shaky. "I need your cock in me."

Licking my lovely paramour to an orgasm had me mostly hard, and her words brought me to a full erection. Standing, I stripped off my clothes as fast as I could. When my penis sprang free, Jessika leaned forward and sucked it into her mouth, her tongue waggling against my shaft as her lips slid up and down it. I grunted and ran my fingers through her wavy, chocolate-colored hair as she applied increasing suction to my rigid penis. 

"I thought I heard you say that you were not going to do that tonight, Squeaker?" I teased her. 

The brunette pulled her lips from my erection and asked, "Do you want me to stop?"

"No," I admitted. 

"Then shut up," she told me. "And don't call me 'Squeaker'."

Before I had a chance to respond, she was sucking on my manhood even harder than before, her cheeks hollowed out, her full lips stretched across my shaft. I grabbed her hair tightly, using it to draw her head down to what I knew to be her limit. I held her there for a few seconds, then I pulled her head back until my penis sprang free of her mouth. 

"Get up," I instructed, holding out my hand to her.

Jessika looked at me for a couple of heartbeats, and I read confusion on her face. Then she took my hand, and I pulled her to her feet. 

"What are you...?" she started to ask, but I stopped her by kissing her hard. 

When I broke the kiss, I led her to the end of her couch, turned her to face away from me, and bent her forward over the arm of the couch. The result was that her pussy was a perfect height for me to slide into from behind. 

I slipped two fingers of one hand into her pussy while I rubbed her round, firm derriere with my other hand. Jessika responded by pushing herself deeper onto my fingers. 

"Do you want me to fuck you like you are a cheap whore?" I asked her, and once again I was struck by how much easier this all was with Jessika than with Jessi. 

The brunette whimpered then moaned, "Fuck yes."

I pulled my fingers from her sopping wet pussy and gave her lovely buttocks several sharp smacks. The sexy brunette jerked and yelped with each one, then shuddered and moaned when I rubbed her now red rear end. When she seemed to have relaxed a bit, I gave each cheek a final smack, grabbed her hips, positioned my penis between her swollen labia, and buried my entire length inside her in one stroke. 

Jessika's body jerked then tensed as I began to thrust in and out of her. She began squeaking in time those thrusts. 

"Did you cum already, Squeaker?" I asked her, and she nodded her head vigorously and whimpered, even as I kept up my rhythm. 

"Just like our first time," I mused, and Jessika nodded vigorously again. 

"Do you want it rough or soft?" I asked her as I pumped slowly in and out of her. 

"Rough and hard," she panted. "Use me like a cheap whore, like you said."

"You sure you do not want gentle and slow?"

"Please fuck me hard," she begged as she began pushing herself back against me. 

Smiling, I gave her bottom several more smacks before I started pounding her pussy as hard as I could. Jessika yelped with each smack, and then began grunting in time with my thrusts. 

"You like that, whore?" I snarled. 

My curvaceous lover whimpered then groaned, "God yes!"

"Are you going to cum again?" I asked as I reached up and grabbed a fistful of her hair. 

"Oooohhhhffffuuuucccckkkkyyyyeeeessss," she moaned before her body tensed and she started to squeak. 

Unlike with the orgasm she had when I first thrust into her, this time I felt the sexy brunette's pussy tighten up around my penis as she climaxed. It was enough to almost bring on my own climax, but since I did not want to finish yet, I pulled out of her. 

Jessika whimpered when I withdrew my penis from her, so I leaned forward and whispered, "Do not worry, Squeaker - I am just resting so I can fuck you more. You do want me to fuck you more, right?"

"Oh yes please," she murmured, then added, "Or lick me."

"Now that is a great idea," I agreed. 

I kissed the back of my lover's neck, then let go of her hair and straightened up. For some reason, I was struck by the position in which she lay. I had seen her form this perspective before, of course, having taken her from behind several times, but I was especially enchanted by her body at that moment. I took several seconds to appreciate the way her smooth back flowed into her waist and then flared into her hips and magnificent bottom. 

"You have such a fantastic ass, Jessika," I told her as I rubbed both her cheeks. 

"Thank you," she replied. "I kinda figured out you liked it, given how much you smack it."

"You don't want me to smack it?" I asked. "I will stop doing it if you..."

"Fuck no! I love it when you spank... owwww!"

I had interrupted her by landing a loud smack on her right buttock. 

"Like that, Squeaker?" I laughed.

"Yes," she moaned. 

Without another word, I got down on my knees, grabbed the brunette's nicely curved hips, and stuck my tongue into her spread pussy. Jessika moaned as I pushed my tongue in and out from between her lips. While doing so, I massaged her hips and ass. Soon, her moans became plaintive whimpers. 

"Please lick my clit," she pleaded. 

I obliged her, moving my tongue so I could flick it against her engorged clitoris. The brunette grunted and then started moaning as I alternated licking and sucking on it. 

"I fucking love it when you do that," Jessika moaned. 

Deciding the time was right, I stood up. Jessika whimpered and begged me not to stop. She whimpered again, albeit for a different reason, as I shoved my penis into the warmth of her. 

"Oh God, Mark," cried as I began to thrust harder and harder. "Fuck me!"

I did as she asked, and soon she was again grunting with each thrust, just as she had done before her prior orgasm. I wanted to bring he as close as I could, so I kept going until I saw that she was starting to clinch the cushion of the couch upon which her arms, chest and face lay.

I pulled out of her, dropped to my knees, and began licking and nibbling on her labia while specifically avoiding her clitoris. 

"No, no, no..." the lovely brunette panted. "I was so close."

I took mercy on her, at least in the short term, and started licking her clit. When I did so, Jessika yelped and then moaned loudly. 

"Don't you dare stop this time," she warned me. 

I had no intention of heeding the warning, however. So, after I sucked hard on her clit, drawing a shriek from the now sweat-soaked brunette, I stood up, gave her butt a few smacks, and then slid inside of her. 

"Oh God, you are fucking killing me," she wailed as I slowly thrust in and out of her sopping pussy. 

"Do you want me to stop," I asked, pulling out of her. 

"No," she whimpered. "Please keep fucking me."

I took my right hand from her hip and slid it between her legs until I found her clitoris. I then began rubbing it in a circular motion. Leaning forward, I slid my left hand up her side until I was able to work it underneath her torso and grab her breast. Finding her hard, thick nipple, I pinched and pulled it. 

Jessika groaned out what sounded like a string of nonsense syllables, although I suspected she had intended them to form words. 

"Do you want to cum?" I asked her as I rubbed her clit between my thumb and finger. 

"Uhhhhhhhh" Jessika moaned, and I took that to be a yes. 

"Not quite yet," I told her, withdrawing my fingers from both her nipple and her clitoris. 

The now desperate woman let out a long wail, then looked back at me, her gray, teary eyes imploring me to give her release. Smiling at her, I walked around to where her head lay on the couch and held my penis in front of her mouth. 

The brunette pushed herself up a little and opened her mouth. I hesitated for a moment as, for the second time in the last several minutes, I was struck by Jessika and the position in which she lay. I always knew she was a very pretty woman, but her beauty in the moment amazed me. Her soft, luscious lips were rounded, ready for my erect penis to slip between them. The smooth skin of her face was flushed with desire, and her gray eyes shone bright with lust. Her normally chocolate-brown hair was darkened with sweat, and a few curly strands of it were plastered against her forehead, with a couple of those hanging in front of her eyes. She simultaneously looked radiantly lovely and completely wanton. 

"You are beautiful, Jessika," I told her as I reached out and brushed the wet strands of hair from her forehead. 

The brunette closed her eyes and smiled. Then, she opened both her eyes and mouth again. However, this time she did not wait for me, she moved her head forward so she could wrap her lips around the head of my penis. 

Cradling her head gently, I began to slowly thrust in and out of her eager mouth. Jessika, for her part, maintained her suction on me, even as I began to pick up speed. After maybe thirty seconds of this, the brunette pushed herself up more and, supporting herself with her right arm, reached out with her left and maneuvered me so that I was more in front of her rather than to her side. She then wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft and began to energetically suck on my penis. 

The feeling was incredible - Jessika was always an excellent fellatrix, but this was beyond anything she had done before. I almost abandoned my plan and let her take care of me. 

When I pulled my penis out from between her lips, Jessika looked up at me, clearly surprised. 

"Didn't you like that?" she asked, looking as if she was on the verge of tears. 

"It felt fantastic," I assured her. "But I am not done with you yet."

I leaned down, kissed her softly at first, and then took her bottom lip between my teeth and gently pulling it. Jessika moaned and brought her hand up to my cheek. Our eyes locked for several seconds before I stood and moved back behind her. Placing one hand on the small of her back, I slid two fingers of the other hand inside of her still soaked pussy. 

"Fuck," she groaned, putting her head back down onto the couch cushion. 

"Are you asking me to fuck you," I teased her. 

"I don't care what you do, as long as you make me cum," she whimpered. 

"Beg for it," I suggested. 

"Please, please, please make me cum," she pleaded. "I need to cum."

I knelt down and went straight to licking her clit. Jessika shuddered and let out a small shriek as my tongue made contact with her now oversensitive nub. It was clear that making her climax would not take long at all, but I wanted to tease her one more time. 

I pulled my tongue away from her clit and stood back up. My curvy brunette lover screamed in frustration, and then began crying. 

"I need to cum," she sobbed.

"Okay," I told her even as I slid inside of her. Jessika's pussy immediately tightened around my penis, but it did not appear that she had climaxed yet. After a few seconds of being inside of her, I realized that she was so aroused that she was experiencing vaginal spasms prior to climax. 

"Please fuck me, Mark," she pleaded, sniffing back her tears. 

Making sure I had a good grip on my lover's sweat-slickened hips, I began to thrust into her with a hard but steady rhythm. My intention was to draw even this last act out, but the way her pussy was clamping down on me and the animalistic noises that were escaping her lips combined to bring me to the edge much sooner than I had hoped. At that point, I became concerned that I would finish before she did. 

However, my concern was not warranted. Mere seconds later, Jessika let out a shriek like nothing I had ever heard from her before as her body shook for several seconds. As her body convulsed, her vagina clamped rhythmically around my erection, causing me to explode nearly instantly. 

For some time after I was spent, shudders ran through Jessika's body every few seconds, and with each shudder came a short shriek and a vaginal spasm. As the intensity of the shudders decreased, the shrieks turned to squeaks and I could barely feel the tightening of her pussy around my now soft member. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 12



With one last weak shudder and small squeak, my sexy brunette lover went limp. Gently, I pulled out of her. Other than a soft whimper, she gave no sign of consciousness. Moving so that I was standing beside her, I reached down and rubbed her back. Jessika moaned at my touch. 

"I don't have words for that, Mark," she moaned through ragged breaths, her head still on the couch and her eyes closed 

"For what?" I asked, although I was quite sure I knew. 

"For what you just did to me," she sighed. "Orgasm just doesn't seem to cut it to describe what I felt."

"Was it just one, or more than one?" 

"One - I think. One long one. It seemed like it might never end," she explained. 

"Did I atone for my part in...?" I started to inquire. 

"God yes," Jessika said. "You did far more than that. Now, help me sit up."

The lovely brunette pushed herself up and turned so that she was sitting on the arm of the couch. I helped her up and directed her until she was in front of it. She immediately sat down and sank back into the couch, her eyes closed. 

"That was beyond... anything," she smiled, her breathing now almost back to normal. "Sit beside me, please."

I did as she asked, and Jessika leaned over against me. I put my arm around her shoulder and held her, stroking her upper arm with my thumb. Jessika sighed deeply, then turned her face toward mine and opened her eyes. I was surprised to see tears leaking from their corners.

"Are you okay, Jessika?" I asked her. 

"I'm more than okay, lover," she purred as she rubbed my chest. 

"But you are crying," I pointed out. 

"Am I?" she asked. "I don't know why. I mean, I cried from frustration when you wouldn't let me cum, but we are well beyond that now."

"Here, let me get them," I said, and I wiped the tears away with my fingers. 

"You're amazing, and not just with sex," she sighed. 

We sat there a couple of minutes, both of us lost in our own thoughts. Not for the first time that evening, I thought about how much easier these things were with Jessika than with my younger lover. 

"I have something to tell you, Mark," Jessika said abruptly. 

"Okay," I replied, feeling a bit uneasy as the tone of her voice was odd. 

"After what you just did for me, I think I'm willing to do anything you want," she said. 

"We already do things that I like, Jessika," I told her. 

"You don't understand - I'm offering to do whatever you want," she reiterated. "So, if you want a threesome with me and blonde Jessica, I'll do it."

"Jessika, you do not have to do that," I assured her. "I would not ask you to do that."

"But you want it, right?" she pushed. 

"You know I have thought about it, and I will not deny the thought arouses me, but..." 

"No buts," she interrupted. "You want to do it, and I'm willing to do it, so why shouldn't we?"

I sat there, looking at Jessika, unable to say anything more. I was sure that she could not be serious - that she must be teasing me - but her eyes were completely serious. 

"I'll even take her up on her little contest," she said. "But be warned - I play to win."

For a moment, I imagined Jessika and Jessi both naked, trying their best to please me more than the other one did. It was beyond my wildest fantasies, and for a moment I wanted to take my brunette lover up on her offer, but my rational mind knew I could not do so.

"No."

"Do you mean 'no' I shouldn't play to win or 'no' you don't want to do it," Jessika inquired. 

"I mean we are not going to do it," I declared. 

"This isn't some kind of a test, Mark," the brunette told me after a few moments of silence. "I'm serious."

"Why?" I blurted out, no longer able to contain myself. "Why would you change your mind on something you were adamant you would never do? Something about which you felt so strongly?" 

"Because no one has ever made me feel like you do, Mark Warner," she explained, "and I'm not just talking about that orgasm, or any other sex we have had. You make me feel good about myself, and about my sexuality."

"So you are willing to do something that would probably make you feel bad?" I asked her. 

"Nothing I've done with you so far has made me feel bad," she countered. 

"What about the anal sex, oh, and the tile floor," I reminded her. 

"The first of those was just painful in the aftermath, and the second was merely uncomfortable while we were doing it," she explained. "Neither made me feel bad about myself. And neither did giving you a 'happy ending' to the massage, if you're going to try that next. I surprised myself by doing it, but I never really felt bad that I did it with you."

"I do not want to do anything that might destroy our friendship," I told her.

"Neither do I, Mark," she agreed. "But even if I hate it, I won't blame you. I'm making this offer."

"Have you considered that what you are saying now is a product of post-organic bliss and that you might severely regret making this offer when you have more time to reflect on it?" I suggested. 

"I don't know," she admitted, "so it would be best to take me up on it now before I have time to come down from the most intense orgasm I've ever had."

"I cannot," I said. "Even if I have never made you feel bad about yourself through something we have done, the other party in this cannot say the same."

"What if I offered to do it with someone else of your choice?" Jessika asked, surprising me even more. 

"I would still decline," I advised her. 

"You're really serious," Jessika mused - it was not a question. 

"It is not something I need," I explained. "Keeping you in my life is."

The brunette snuggled closer to me and sighed, before saying, "Then think of something else you want to do and let me know. You have a 'Your Fantasy Comes True' pass."

"Just because I gave you that orgasm?" I inquired. 

"No - I already told you it is not just that," Jessika clarified. "But because I realized tonight how much you have helped me get past all the shit I went through with my ex."

After she said that, we both sat in silence for some time, just enjoying the closeness. I did not even try to think of something I might want her to do, and I was not sure I ever would. Just knowing that I had made such a difference in her life meant a lot to me. Besides, I was quite sure we would be exploring a lot more together, and I was willing to let that take its natural course. Then it did occur to me there was something I wanted. 

"This might not rise to the level of what you were thinking," I said, "But going for some pizza is something I would like to do with you."

Jessika sat up and glared at me - or at least she pretended to do so. However, she could barely maintain a straight face. 

"I am serious about making a fantasy come true for you, Mark," she stressed. 

"You are very cute when you are pretending to be angry, Squeaker," I laughed. 

"Don't call me cute," the lovely brunette snarled, or rather tried to snarl, but the effect was ruined when she started laughing.

We both laughed for some time, then Jessika stood up, took me hand, pulled me to my feet, and said, "Let's get dressed. We can't go for pizza like this."

"Oh, I do not think any men we met would mind if you went like that," I suggested. 

"Yeah, but you would be jealous," she grinned, and then she shook her body like she was dancing, and I almost forget entirely about pizza. 

"Go get dressed before I throw you to the floor and have my way with you," I told her. 

Jessika stuck her tongue out at me, then pivoted and strutted toward her bedroom, making sure to sway her hip as much as possible. I shook my head and started to gather up my clothes. 

***

On the way to a nearby pizza place, Jessika suggested Chinese instead. I readily agree. Not twenty minutes later, we were sitting side-by-side in a booth, laughing, as I attempted to teach my lovely brunette lover how to eat rice with chopsticks. 

"This is fucking impossible," Jessika lamented a bit too loudly, earning glares from a waitress and a couple of nearby diners. 

"It is not," I assured her. "Just make sure the sticks form a 'v' underneath the rice, like this"

I showed her how to do it again, bringing a clump of rice to my mouth. Jessika narrowed her eyes and tossed her chopsticks down on the table. 

"Can I please just ask for a fork?" she sighed. 

"You will get the hang of it," replied, smiling at her. 

The curvy brunette sitting beside me shook her head, then leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I'll suck you dry in the parking lot if you go get me a fork."

I looked into those earnest gray eyes and felt me penis immediately start to harden. 

"I am not sure I can get up right now," I confessed, which set Jessika to giggling, again drawing looks from others in the restaurant. 

When Jessika was able to control her giggles, she waved to our waitress. While she did so, her other hand was rubbing my now fully erect manhood through my pants. 

"May I have a fork please," she asked sweetly when the waitress came over to see what she wanted. 

The waitress gave both of us a dubious look before she left to retrieve a fork. 

"Your face is red, lover," Jessika whispered to me as the waitress walked away. 

"I am sure it is," I sighed.

"Sorry," Jessika chuckled as she gave my penis a squeeze. "And don't worry about not getting me the fork. I will still do that for you."

I would like to say that I handled the rest of the meal calmly, but that would be a lie. The truth is that we both rushed through our meals, although I was frequently distracted by Jessika rubbing my crotch, keeping me hard throughout dinner. When the check came, I stuffed more than enough money for the meal and a good tip in the check holder and stood up. I was careful to try to keep my groin turned away from the nearest diners. Jessika, taking pity on my aroused state, put herself right in front of me. We walked out quickly, staying too close together, which resulted in some disapproving stares. 

Once we were outside the restaurant, Jessika broke into laughter. I wanted to be annoyed with her amusement at my discomfort, but I was taken by the sight of my beautiful lover, wearing skintight jeans, high heels, and a tight sweater, almost doubled over laughing. 

"I am not sure I think it is all that funny," I scolded her, which caused her to laugh even harder. 

"Oh yes it is," she said a few seconds later as she brought her laughter under control. "Now, get in the back seat and I will make it all worth it."

"I do not know..." I started, but Jessika opened her mouth wide and slid her tongue slowly along her full bottom lip."

"Fuck it," I groaned, and opened the back door on the driver's side, allowing Jessika to climb in first. 

After I had followed her into the back seat, Jessika grabbed me and kissed me hard. As she did so, her hand again found its way into my lap, and she again began rubbing my erection through my pants. For my part, I massaged and squeezed her breasts through her sweater and bra. In no time, I could feel her hard nipples straining against the layers of clothing. 

I felt like a teenager again, making out in the backseat of a car. However, when Jessika pulled her lips from mine, pushed me back against the seat, unbuttoned my pants, pulled out my fully erect penis and began to suck on it with incredible zeal, the resemblance to a teenage make-out session completely evaporated. 

As my brunette lover used her luscious lips and her eager tongue on me, I tried to relax and enjoy the pleasure she was providing. However, I could not help but notice people occasionally walking by, and I had no doubt people outside could see that my car's windows were fogging up. 

Despite my anxiety, when Jessika began sliding her lips up and down my shaft faster and faster, I grabbed her hair, closed my eyes, and completely forgot about the rest of the world. In almost not time, I was moaning in ecstasy as I felt my climax nearing. Unfortunately, a sharp rap on the driver's side window immediately brought us both back to reality. 

"Oh shit," Jessika exclaimed as she straightened up. 

I quickly buttoned my jeans, but I only had them halfway done when another tap, this one on the window of the back door, made me abandon the effort. I opened the back door, and when it swung open, a bright light shone in my eyes; I held up my hand to block some of it. As I squinted to try to reduce the brightness assaulting my eyes, I could barely make out the silhouette of a person leaning forward to look in the back seat.

"Now what is going on...?" a man's voice began, but then the speaker stopped, straightened up, and switched off the light.

"Aren't you two a bit too old for this kind of thing," the man said, and I could now see that he was a police officer. 

As I climbed out of the back seat, pulling my sweater down to cover my partially unbuttoned fly, the officer shook his head. 

"You're older than I am," he chuckled. "What possessed you to...?"

I saw they police officer's eyes focus on the other side of the car as his question trailed off. Turning, I saw Jessika standing there, her hair messy, her lipstick smeared, and her sweater pulled down a bit more than it had been before, revealing a very distracting amount of her slightly tanned cleavage. 

When she smiled demurely and shrugged her shoulders under his gaze, I heard the officer sigh softly. Then he shook his head and tore his eyes away from the lovely sight in front of him. 

"Okay, I am not going to ask that question," he smirked as he looked at me again. "But you guys need to take it home, and if you can't do that for whatever reason, at least take it someplace not in public. Okay?"

"We will," I assured him. 

He gave me a long, hard look that was only broken when Jessika sweetly said, "Thank you officer. We will be good," and beamed at him. 

Again, I could tell it was with effort that the police officer looked away from the smiling brunette. He again shook his head and sighed, before turning back to me one last time. 

"You're a lucky man," he whispered, then he turned and walked back to his car, which was parked two spots over. 

Jessika and I both hurriedly got back in my car. Silently, we buckled up before I started the car. Once we were both ready, I carefully backed out of my spot, shooting looks at the police car as I did so. When I drove out of the parking lot, he was still sitting in his car, and I suspected he was telling his fellow officers what he had just seen. 

About a block away from the restaurant, I let out a long breath and looked over at Jessika. I was surprised to see her watching me with an amused look on her face. I was even more surprised when she broke into a fit of laughter. 

"Shit," she snickered. "You should've seen the look on both your faces when he saw me."

"You pulled your sweater lower," I pointed out, which prompted a round of giggles. 

"How do you think I get out of tickets," she told me when she could speak again. 

"I never thought about it," I told her, with a bit more edge to my voice than I intended. 

"Oh, don't be mad, Mark," Jessika said, her hands reaching out to rub my thigh. "It wasn't a big deal."

"I just do not see much humor in it," I explained. "I am not accustomed to police officers finding me... like that."

"He was just hoping to scare a couple of kids being naughty," Jessika said dismissively. "When he discovered we weren't kids, I think he was as embarrassed as we were."

"Oh, I doubt that," I replied. 

"Well, I think he was embarrassed, and he was certainly jealous of you, Mark," Jessika stated. 

"Maybe," I admitted. "He did say I was a lucky man."

"I knew he must've said something of the sort - you blushed," Jessika chuckled. "Of course, what he doesn't know is that I am the lucky one."

"Now that is just a lie, Jessika," I accused. 

The brunette, suddenly serious, squeezed my thigh and a said, "No, it isn't. I'm very lucky to have you in my life."

A few moments passed in silence, then Jessika giggled again and added, "Of course, you are incredibly lucky to have me too. I mean, did you see the way that cop looked at me?" 

"I did," I laughed, and my tension began to melt away. "He could barely take his eyes off of you."

"Well, off my boobs anyway," she laughed. 

"No, off all of you, Jessika," I said. "You are beautiful."

"You don't have to flatter me, Mark." Jessika told me with a wink. "You are still going to get a blowjob."

I sighed and shook my head, before responding, "No flattery intended, Jessika. I mean what I say."

"I know you do," she admitted. 

I reached down and took her hand, which had been massaging my thigh. Jessika sighed, and for a few minutes we drove in silence. 

"Turn right at the next light," Jessika said, breaking the silence. "I have an idea."

For the next several minutes, I followed my brunette lover's direction as we drove to increasingly less densely populated areas. Finally, she told me to pull off on a gravel road that led to a large tree on an otherwise vacant piece of property. 

"Park under the tree and turn off the car and the lights," she told me. 

When I had done as she instructed, Jessika put her hand on my neck and pulled me into a kiss. Before long at all, she was again rubbing my growing erection through my pants as I attacked her breasts through her sweater and bra. 

"Do you think this is a good idea?" I asked when she began unbuttoning my jeans. "After what happened at the restaurant..."

"This is private property, Mark," Jessika replied as she pulled my underwear down, freeing my erection. "And you are with one of the owners."

"Oh," was all I said as she managed to maneuver past the gearshift and wrap her lips around the head of my penis.

"Who are the other owners?" I asked a few seconds later. 

Jessika took her lips off of me long enough to respond, "Is that really important at this moment, Mark?"

"Um, no," I agreed, which prompted a smile before the sexy brunette enveloped nearly half my penis in her warm, wet mouth. 

I have to admit that the thrill of having Jessika fellate me in a place that was so open, yet lacked the anxiety causing nature of the restaurant parking lot, was immense. I was a little worried that she could not be comfortable given that the gearshift was in her way. Finally, it occurred to me to move the seat back - I guess I was a bit too distracted to think of it sooner - and after I did so, Jessika had enough room to be comfortable. I reaped the benefits of this as both her tempo and her enthusiasm increased, and I was able to relax and just enjoy the sensations her mouth was causing. 

In fact, I was enjoying myself so much that I actually tried to make it last longer. At one point, when I could feel myself getting close, I used Jessika's hair to pull her lips from my shaft entirely. She responded by licking up and down the length of me, which felt wonderful, but it was enough a change of stimulation for me to calm down. Another time, I held my brunette lover's head still with just a couple of inches of my penis inside her mouth. She licked and sucked while I held her like that, but again it was just enough of a change of stimulation for me to move back from the edge. 

What finally did it was when Jessika began sucking on me hard and fast while also pumping on my shaft with her hand. I thought about making her stop in order to prolong the pleasure, but by that point I wanted to finish. 

"I'm going to explode," I warned her as I ran my fingers through her hair. 

The brunette quit pumping my penis with her hand and just concentrated on applying copious suction to it. 

"Fuck that feels good," I moaned before I tightened my fingers in her hair and bucked my hips up as the first spurt of semen shot into her mouth. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 13



During the week and a half after my argument with Jessi, and the eventful evening it had led to with Jessika, I began to return to a semblance of my routine from the time before I had started intimate relationships with the two women. I finished up my course materials and schedules for the upcoming semester, attended several department and college meetings, and suffered through several professional enrichment classes. I also maintained office hours during the week before the semester, and I saw several former students as well as a few students who would be new to my classes that semester but who wanted to get a jump on the course work. 

During that time, Jessika and I texted back and forth regularly, although she would not commit to a time we could get together. That was something on which I did not really push her, however. We also called each other a few times, but those all had almost turned into phone sex before Jessika put an end to them. Even if it had not been so before, it became clear to me that Jessika was maintaining a little distance from me. 

I did not hear from Jessi at all. 

It was on Thursday afternoon of that second week, ten days after I had last seen Jessika and twelve days since I had last had contact with Jessi, that I texted a suggestion to Jessika. 

"I had an idea, Jessika," I wrote. "Since the semester starts next week, how about we go away for the weekend as a way to have some good, not-so-clean fun before other demands on our time start to grow?"

"Oh, that sounds nice," she replied just seconds later. 

"Just nice?" I countered. 

"No," she sent back. "Fucking nice!"

"Is that a 'yes'?" I asked. 

"I was thinking about working Saturday, but I don't have to," she answered. "So, YES!"

"Great!" I texted. "How does the coast, maybe Monterey, sound?"

"Wonderful," she responded. "Would we leave Friday?"

"Yes," I told her. "When will you be free?"

"Come get me from my place at 3:00pm," she instructed. "I'll be ready."

"Okay," I agreed. 

I then went online and made reservations at a hotel on the beach for two nights. They were half what they would have been in the summer, but still pricey. However, I thought it was worth the price of the rooms if I could reignite my friends-with-benefits relationship with the lovely Jessika. 

*** 

I was in the midst of finishing my packing on Friday afternoon when my phone pinged with a text. I assumed it would be from Jessika, so I was shocked when I saw it was not from the brunette but from my younger, blonde lover. 

"Hey Mark," Jessi wrote. "I miss you. Wanna cum over tonight?" The text was followed by a winking face icon. 

"I have plans tonight," I replied. "But we do need to talk about that email you sent to Jessika."

"Saturday night?" she asked. 

"I am still busy," I replied. 

"please dont be mad about the email," she texted. "It was stupid. Sorry."

"You need to apologize to Jessika, not to me," I pointed out.

"Can I see you if I do?" she inquired. 

"No," I told her. "Jessika and I are going out of town."

I had hesitated before sending my last text, realizing that I risked not hearing from the blonde again for some time. However, I needed Jessi to know that not only was I truly busy over the weekend, but that her email had not damaged my relationship with my other lover. 

"Ok," was Jessi's only response; I did not hear anything else from the blonde until Saturday night. 

***

On the five hour drive to Monterey, Jessika and I talked about her plans for the upcoming semester (she teased me about having to switch English 102 classes since she could not take it from me as she had originally planned) and what I had done to prepare for my classes. We strayed a couple of time to talking about our pasts, but we both tried to steer clear of that too much. I think we both wanted to stay in the present as much as possible and just enjoy our time together. 

It was 8:00pm when we entered our hotel room, which was equipped with a king-sized bed and a large, in-room whirlpool bathtub. Upon seeing the room, Jessika grabbed me and kissed me hard, her tongue skirmishing with mine. 

"I take it you like the room," I said when our lips finally parted. 

"Fuck yes!" she exclaimed as she fell, fully dressed, back onto the bed. 

I stood admiring the curvaceous thirty-one-year-old brunette as she sat on the bed and leaned back, her arms supporting her. She was wearing tight gray jeans, black boots, and a dark red sweater. The sweater showed only a modest amount of cleavage, at least by Jessika's standards, but it still was quite alluring. 

"I know you said something earlier about going to dinner once we got settled in," Jessika purred as she batted her lashes at me, "But I think room service would be better."

My lover than removed her sweater, revealing a white bra of such fine lace that it was nearly transparent. Her brown areola were clearly visible through the thin material, as were her erect nipples. 

"Exquisite," I mumbled as I started at her chest. 

"My boobs or the bra?" Jessika asked innocently. 

"Both," I confessed as I moved so I was standing in front of her. 

I reached down and massaged her large breasts through the lace of her bra, making sure to pay attention to her thick nipples as well. Jessika, who had begun to moan, unbuttoned my jeans as I played with her bosom. 

When the fly of my pants was undone, Jessika pushed my hands away from her breasts, then grabbed both my pants and my underwear and pulled them down together. My erection bounced free, and almost the moment it did so, Jessika had wrapped her lips around the head and started sucking. 

I thought about suggesting a shower - I was afraid I might not smell or taste that great down there after three hours of sitting in the car, but by the time I had formulated what I wanted to say, it became clear to me that Jessika did not have a problem with it as she was applying sufficient suction to hollow out her cheeks and showed no signs of distaste or discomfort. 

While still sucking on it hard, Jessika began to move her lips up and down my shaft. I was just losing myself in the incredible sensations she was causing when the brunette pulled back, freeing my penis from her luscious lips. 

Jessika quickly removed her bra, tossing it on the floor, then leaned forward in front of me so she could unzip her boots, which I then helped her take off. I next helped her remove her tight pants and thin lace panties. When the brunette was completely naked, she lay back on the still made bed and scooted up it so I could get between her legs, which she had spread to give me access. Doing so had also nicely revealed her neatly trimmed pussy. 

"You look good enough to eat, sexy," I told her, but Jessika grabbed my head and pulled my head up toward her torso just as I was leaning in to lick her pussy and clit. 

"Fuck me hard," she pleaded. "I want hard, nasty hotel sex that makes me scream so loud the other guests complain."

I resisted the continuing pull of her hands in my hair just long enough to kiss, suck, and nibble on her nipples. However, Jessika almost immediately pulled on my hair harder until my body was positioned between her outstretched legs, my rock hard penis rubbing against her labia. 

"Are you sure you do not need more foreplay to...?" I started to ask, but Jessika shook her head emphatically. 

"Just shove your cock in my pussy, Mark," she cooed, "and you'll feel how ready I am."

I did as my lover bid, and I immediately felt her wet warmth engulfed me as I sunk all of my shaft inside of her. 

"You are ready, huh slut?" I asked, winking at her. 

"Fuck yes," Jessika moaned while she stared up at me through half closed eyes, her lust written all over her lovely face. 

I pulled out slowly until just the tip was left inside of her, then I quickly pushed it all the way back in. Jessika shivered beneath me and clutched at my arms, which I was using to hold myself above her as I began to pump into her faster and harder. At first I thought it might be a quick orgasm for her; however, when Jessika neither experienced a fully body shudder nor squeaked, I realized it was just the sign of heightened arousal.

"Harder, Mark!" Jessika beseeched me. "Fucking pound my little pussy!"

Again, I did as my lover asked, and in almost no time, I was ramming myself into her harder than I had ever done before - to anyone. The brunette responded by alternating between loud moans, yelps, and shrieks. If there were people on either side of us, or even above us, I am sure they heard nearly everything. I debated on putting my hand over her mouth to at least cut down on the volume, but then I realized it was actually pretty stimulating to know that others might be hearing my lover's reaction to me ramming myself into her. 

"Do you like that, slut?" I growled. 

"Yes, yes, yes, yes," the brunette chanted in time with my thrusts. 

"You like me fucking your cunt hard?" I continued. 

"Oh fuck I'm cumming," was Jessika's response, which she followed up with a scream as her body shuddered. 

Like I had the last time I had been with her, I felt Jessika's vagina spasm around my penis, which in turn brought me to my own climax. My grunts mixed with Jessika's squeaks as I came deep inside of her. 

***

Jessika had decided to take a shower, and she was still in her robe, her wet, curly hair hanging down around her face, when a knock sounded on our door.

"That should be our dinner," I announced as I started to move toward the door. 

The brunette, who was closer to the door, stepped in front of it, held out her hand to stop me, and shook her head. 

"I'll get it," she smiled, then she adjusted her robe so it opened wide enough to show as much of her breasts as possible while still covering her areolas. 

It was my turn to shake my head, my eyes locked on her exposed, light tan flesh. The sexy brunette merely grinned and winked. Turning around, she yanked the door open. 

I am not sure who was more surprised by the result of that action - the young woman standing in the hallway with our tray of food and a bottle of wine, or my suddenly flustered lover. 

"Um... room service," the young woman said, her face turning pink as she tried but failed to look everywhere expect Jessika's impressive bosom. "May I, uh, bring in this... um, your food?"

Jessika, her face red, moved back against the wall, holding the door open with one hand while she drew the upper part of her robe together with the other hand. The room service waitress moved as far as she could against the other wall and hurried past the brunette. 

"May I, um, set this on the table, sir," the waitress asked me. 

I was trying to keep from laughing, so I just nodded. The waitress was a cute young woman - probably in her mid-twenties - with straw colored hair and wide green eyes. She gave me a weak smile, which I returned, and sat the tray on the table. 

"Do you want me to open the wine, sir?" she inquired. 

"Just leave the corkscrew, if that is okay," I replied. 

"Ok, please sign this," she said, thrusting a leather check holder into my hand. "It's, um, the check, sir. You can charge it to the room or a credit card."

"We'll charge it to the room," I told her, signing the slip in the holder after writing in a nice tip. 

"Thank you," the waitress said as she took the holder, and I was quite sure I saw relief in her eyes. 

The young woman snapped the holder shut, turned, looked at Jessika standing there by the open door, then looked down and hurried from the room. My still embarrassed brunette lover let the door close behind the waitress. When it was shut, she put her head in her hands. 

"Fuck," she said loud enough for me to hear. 

I tried not to laugh, but I could not contain it. Dropping into a chair by the table, I just let myself go, laughing loud and hard. Jessika, her eyes blazing out of a still reddened face, looked up and glared at me. 

"It's not funny, Mark," she snapped. "I thought it would be a guy."

"No, it is funny," I chuckled, my amusement now under my control. "The look on your face must have been priceless. I know the look on her face was."

"That poor girl," Jessika sighed. "She was so embarrassed. I should have looked out the peephole first."

"I think you were pretty embarrassed too," I pointed out, "which somewhat surprises me, all things considered. 

"You mean because I was a stripper," Jessika, asked, shaking her head. 

"Yes," I agreed. "And because you often wear low-cut tops."

"I think I would have been okay if she had not stared at me then turned all pink," the brunette sighed as she dropped into the seat across from me. 

"You know, you do not have to keep your robe closed," I told her, as she was still holding the top of it together. 

To my surprise, Jessika's face, which had gone nearly back to original color, again reddened, albeit not as much as before. 

"I think I'd rather keep it closed," she said, her eyes on the food rather than looking at me. 

"It is not like I have not seen..." I started to say, but my lover interrupted me. 

"I know you've seen my boobs and everything else," Jessika said in a quiet voice. "But I don't want to be teased about this right now, and I think you would if let my robe open again."

"I am just kidding, Jessika," I assured her. "If you do not want me to tease you, I will not."

"Normally, I like it when you tease me," she admitted, looking up from her food and locking her gray eyes on mine, "but I'm feeling really bad for her. She was very uncomfortable coming into our room. I think it'd be wrong for us to laugh about it, at least right now. And I know that makes no sense, but it's how I feel. "

"Not a problem," I said.

We ate in silence for a several minutes, during which time Jessika drank a glass of wine. The wine seemed to help her calm down to the point that she let her robe fall open a bit, giving me a nice view. However, now that she was more relaxed, she wanted to talk about what had happened, specifically what the room service waitress might have thought about what was going on. 

"Do you think she thought we were trying to proposition her or something," the brunette asked me. 

"I doubt it, considering the mortified look on your face," I pointed out. 

"Then why was she so embarrassed?" Jessika continued. 

"Maybe it was just unexpected," I suggested, before trying a little levity. "Or maybe she was just shocked by how incredible your boobs are."

"Do you think maybe she likes girls?" Jessika blurted out, taking me comment in a direction I had not intended. "And maybe it was the same effect I might have had on a guy, but it embarrassed her because it was an unexpected situation."

"Now you are just bragging," I teased. 

Jessika shot me a look comparable to those she gave me on those occasions when I called her "cute," but just as in those cases, there did not appear to be any real animosity behind her glare. Then, with a shake of her head, she looked down at her food. 

"I guess we'll never know," she sighed. "I just can't get it out of my mind that she moved to the other side of the entry to avoid me, like she was scared of me. 

"Maybe she was embarrassed for you," I mused. "And she avoided looking at you when she left because she knew you were embarrassed."

My lover looked back up at me, and for the first time since she had pulled open the door, she smiled. 

"Thank you, Mark," she said. "You're sweet to try to find a way to make me feel better about this."

"I do not know about sweet - I just want to make sure you are not too distracted to put out," I confessed with mock seriousness. 

Jessika tried to look shocked at my admission, but she could not stifle a fit of giggles, which ruined the effect for which she had been aiming. Soon the giggles became laughter, and I joined in. 

"Oh Mark," she grinned. "This is why being with you is so much fun."

She reached across the table - causing her robe to pull apart enough to give me a full view of one of her lovely breasts - and took my hand, squeezing it. Then she let it go, stood up, tugged the belt of her robe free, and let it drop to the floor. I made a big show of seeming to be surprised as I ogled her up and down. 

"Damn you are hot, Jessika," I said. "No wonder that poor waitress could not take her eyes off you."

"Keep that up and I won't let you fuck me," she shot back, but we both knew that was an empty threat. 

Standing up, I pulled her to me for a kiss, and as our lips locked and our tongues played with each other, her hand snuck down to my crotch and rubbed my hardening penis through my sweats. Once I was fully erect, she broke the kiss, stepped back, and pulled my t-shirt up and over my head and arms. She then kissed her way down my chest and stomach before dropping to her keens and kissing my now rock hard manhood through my sweats. 

Deliberately, the curvy brunette pulled off my sweats first. Once they were off, she again kissed my erection, but this time only my underwear stood between her lips and my shaft. Then, after looking up into my eyes and winking, Jessika pulled down my underwear, freeing my penis, which she took hold of gently and admired from all angles before beginning to plant kisses all over it. 

However, I had another idea, so I reached down and pulled her to her feet. Jessika looked surprised, but I smiled at her reassuringly. 

"I'll let you pleasure me later," I said. "But I have something I want to try."

Jessika rolled her eyes and muttered, "How generous that you will 'let' me pleasure you later," as I lead her to the dressing room between the entry hall and the bathroom. 

The dressing room had a wide counter and a large mirror behind it. I turned the brunette to face the mirror. As she stood there looking at us in the mirror, I moved close behind her, my erection pushing up against her backside as I swept her hair aside and began kissing her neck and shoulder. Jessika locked her eyes on the reflection of mine in the mirror and bit her bottom lip as she let out a soft moan. When I reached up with both hands and firmly grasped her breasts, she moaned louder and closed her eyes briefly. When she reopened them, I could see by in the mirror that they were focused on the reflection of my hands on her breasts, not the reflection of my face.

"Lean over and put your hands on the counter," I instructed her. 

When Jessika had done as I told her, I let go of her breasts so they hung below her inclined torso. I watched her watch my hands as I began to slap her breasts back and forth, first gently then harder, causing them two swing from side to side. Before long, my lover's breathing had grown ragged. Her eyes never left the reflection in the mirror. 

Leaving off from slapping her pendulous bosom, I grabbed a hard, thick nipple with each hand and pulled down, elongating them. Doing so also pulled her heavy breasts down, drawing them taught. 

"FFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK..." Jessika moaned as a shiver ran through her body. 

"You like watching me play with your tits," I asked her, my own breathing growing heavy with desire. 

"Yes," she breathed, her eyes momentarily finding the reflection of mine. "I want to see you fuck me."

I released her nipples and grabbed her hip with my left as I spanked her bottom a couple of times with my right, eliciting a couple of yelps. Then I slid my right hand up her back and under her long, chocolate colored hair until I was able to grab it at the back of her skull. As I tightened my grip, I saw Jessika open her mouth wide and let loose a long moan, her eyes locked on her own face. 

Letting go of her hip for a moment, I guided my erect penis to her exposed pussy, positioning the head of it between her labia. After taking a hold of her sweetly curved hip again, I slowly thrust myself inside of her until my groin was up against her nicely rounded derriere. Jessika shivered again and let out another long moan. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 13



I leaned forward and whispered in my lover's ear, "That is what you look like with me deep inside you, slut." 

"Fuck!" the brunette exclaimed as she examined her face in the mirror.

"What do you think you look like?" I asked her. 

"Fuck... like a... like a... fucking... whore...," Jessika panted. "Fuck me... fuck me... please..."

I began to slowly pump my erection in and out of her wet, warm pussy, and Jessika hung her head and groaned. As I picked up speed, I ran my left hand up her side until I found her breast, which I squeezed and twisted a bit. Jessika grunted and began to push her butt back against me each time I thrust forward into her. 

Wanting her to see herself, I used her hair to pull her head up as I growled, "Watch me fuck you!"

Jessika opened her eyes, looked at my reflection for a moment, then shifted her gaze to her own. We both watched her image in the mirror as our combined movements caused her free breast to sway wildly with each pounding thrust. 

"Fuck this is hot," she moaned. 

"You are fucking hot," I told her. 

"Please fuck me hard," she begged. "Oh God, please fuck me hard."

I squeezed her breast harder and tightened my grip on her hair as I increased my tempo. Jessika whimpered then moaned over the sound of our bodies slapping together. 

"Is that what you wanted, slut?" I asked her, and Jessika's eyes flicked up to the reflection of mine as she nodded her head. 

"Are you close to cumming?" I asked her, and she nodded again and moaned loudly. 

"Watch yourself as you cum," I instructed the now perspiration slicked brunette as I buried my shaft deep inside her and held it there. 

Jessika shifted her gaze back to her own reflection even as she began to breathe in short, rapid breaths. Seconds later, she tilted her head to the side while her body shuddered with the beginning of her orgasm. As her body tensed and her tell-tale squeaking sounds came from her slightly parted lips, she blinked her eyes several times, and it occurred to me she was likely fighting to keep them open. 

"You look fucking sexy when you cum," I whispered to her, and her eyes closed for several seconds.

"Fuck, that was incredible," she breathed when she opened her eyes again. 

"Are you ready for another," I asked her. 

Jessika looked at my reflection and shook her head "no" rather emphatically. 

"I want to make you cum," she told me with a mischievous grin. "You said you'd let me 'pleasure' you."

"I did," I conceded as I slowly pulled my still erect penis from her warm pussy. 

When I was completely out of her, Jessika pushed herself up, turned so that her side was toward the mirror, and sank to her knees. I stepped in front of her, and the brunette grabbed my penis and began licking and sucking gently on the head of it. She then turned he head slightly toward the mirror, about an inch of my penis between her plump lips, and I knew she was watching herself give me head. 

After a couple minutes of just concentrating on the first inch or two, which was driving me wild, Jessika began to take more of me into her mouth in slow, smooth motions. When the tip of my penis pushed against the back of her throat, I saw the brunette stare at her reflection as she gagged a little before moving her head back. 

"Do you want to see me fuck your mouth," I asked her, and Jessika looked away from the mirror long enough to gaze up at me, her eyes overflowing with lust, and nod, all while never letting my penis slip from her mouth. 

I grabbed Jessika's hair and used it to turn her face a little more so she could see herself better. Then I used my hold on her to start moving her head up and down on my shaft. My curvy lover moaned around my penis, but she kept her eyes open as she watched herself in the mirror. 

Shifting myself a bit to get a better angle, I held her head still as I began pumping my erection in and out of the brunette's eager mouth. I did not do it hard, but I did put enough into each thrust to push against the back of her throat and make her gag just a little before I pulled back. 

"Play with your pussy while I fuck your mouth," I commanded when I realized she was moaning with each thrust and playing with her own breasts even as she watched my shaft slide between her full lips. 

Jessika looked up at me, closed her eyes briefly and moaned, then turned back to look at her reflection while she released one of her breasts and moved that hand down between her slightly parted legs. As she rubbed herself, her moans increased to the point where she was alternating between gagging and moaning with each thrust. Her wanton display, not the least of which was that she continued to watch me take her mouth, had me right one the edge. 

Unfortunately, right before I was about to go over that edge, Jessika pulled back, looked up at me, and let out a squeak as she closed her eyes and shuddered. More squeaks followed as her body went rigid, including a hand that had clasped my leg. 

When Jessika's climax subsided, she looked back up at me and said, "I'm sorry - I was afraid I might bite you if I came while I was sucking."

"It is okay," I assured her. "Just start sucking it again."

The brunette kneeling at my feet smiled, nodded, and slurped my penis back into her mouth. Soon, she was energetically bobbing her head, sucking hard on me. She occasionally still looked at her reflection in the mirror, but mainly she concentrated on me and kept her eyes focused on mine. 

Luckily, Jessika had started sucking me fairly quickly after her orgasm, so it only took maybe five minutes for her to again get me to the verge of my own climax. But what a five minutes those were. My very talented fellatrix stroked my penis with her hand as she waggled her tongue along the bottom of my shaft and sucked on me hard and fast. 

When the first spurt of my semen exploded into her mouth, Jessika pulled back suddenly. She kept stroking my erection, although in slower, longer strokes, as the rest of my ejaculate landed on her lovely face. Then, after grinning up at me, the brunette turned her face toward the mirror and examined the streaks of semen that were starting to run down it. 

"Fuck," she sighed. "That looks so fucking nasty."

I reached down and scooped up some semen that was about to drip off of her jaw, and Jessika watched herself as she sucked my fingers clean. She then used two of her own fingers to wipe up more of it from her face, after which she stared at her reflection as she licked her fingers. 

When Jessika was satisfied that her face was relatively free of semen, I leaned over and kissed her. My lover kissed me back for several seconds, then broke the kiss and held out her hand. I took it and helped her to her feet. 

"That was... fucking fantastic, Mark," she grinned. "I am so glad you had that idea."

"Maybe we should make of video of it - of you and me - so we both could have it," I proposed as the idea popped into my mind. "That could be my free fantasy."

Jessika started into my eyes for several seconds as she chewed on her bottom lip. 

"Let me think about that," she finally said. 

"Fair enough," I replied.

***

Neither Jessika nor I bothered to get dressed again after the session in front of the mirror. Even though it was just after 10:00pm, we were both tired from the drive and from the sex. We lay down in bed together; I was on my back and Jessika was snuggled up against me, her head on my chest. I was planning to suggest a nice soak in the tub once we had rested for a bit, but we must have both fallen asleep. 

When I woke next, it was just before 3:00am. I was on my side with my back to Jessika. As I lay there trying to figure out what had awakened me, I felt a tug on my hip. Rolling onto my back, I saw my curvaceous brunette lover propped up on one elbow beside me. 

"Sorry to wake you, Mark," she said softly. "But I woke up horny. Can I ride your cock?"

"I am not hard," I pointed out, which made Jessika giggle. 

"I can get you hard, sexy man," she purred.

Jessika sat up beside me and wrapped her fingers around my flaccid member. Then she leaned over and started sucking. In a matter of seconds, my penis hardened in her mouth, and by the time she took her mouth off of me, which was less than thirty seconds later, my erection was jutting up into the air, ready for her to climb on and slide down it. 

However, Jessika did not immediately do that. She lay back down beside me and drew my lips to hers. Then she rolled on top of me, her body pressed against mine, and kissed me again. Next she wiggled further down my body until her breasts were pressed against my abdomen just under my chest.

After kissing my neck and chest, Jessika pushed herself up to a sitting position and began to slowly rub her groin against mine. The feel of her pubic hair against my rigid penis was exquisite and maddening at the same time. I wanted to be inside of her, but there was something incredibly arousing in the way her hair tickled the sensitive skin of my manhood. 

Thus, I was a little disappointed when she leaned forward and braced herself with one hand on the bed as she raised her hips up off of me. Reaching behind herself with her other hand, she found my erection and guided it to her damp pussy. Once she had it positioned correctly, she lowered her hips, and any disappointment I had been feeling evaporated as she slid down my shaft until it was completely inside of her. 

"God I love the feel of you inside me," Jessika sighed as she looked down at me. 

"I love it too," I grinned up at her. "Being inside you, that is."

The brunette smiled, then bit the side of her lower lip as she began to slowly raise up. She stopped when just the head of my penis was inside of her and held herself there for several heart beats. I was just on the verge of suggesting it would nice to be back all the way inside her when she began to slowly sink back down, all while never taking her eyes off mine. I was amazed at both her muscle control and the raw sensuality of her deliberate, smooth movements. 

For several minutes, Jessika continued to slowly ride me. And while her breathing was slightly heavier than normal, mine was growing ragged as my need increased. A dozen times or more I resolved to grab her hips and start thrusting up into her, but each time the incredible sensations of her sinking back down, enveloping my manhood within the warmth of her, forestalled my plans. 

"You are fucking incredible, Jessika," I gasped at one point when she had begun to squirm around on my hard shaft while it was fully inside of her clinging pussy. 

The lovely brunette smiled at me, then began to rock forward and back, my penis still deep in her wetness. Her movements caused her breasts to sway invitingly, so I reached up with both hands and grabbed them. Jessika stopped her rocking motion then shook her head. Gently, she moved my hands off her breasts. Then, not as gently, she grasped my wrists in her hands and pushed my arms down, leaning forward as she did so. 

"This is just your cock in my cunt, Mark," she told me, her eyes burning into me. "Nothing else."

I swallowed and nodded. I was aroused by both the content of what she said and that she had said it with a matter-of-fact authority. Her words were not dirty talk - they were just the right words for the raw truth of what she wanted. 

"But to make sure you don't try anything else, I am going have to hold you down," she informed me with a grin. 

As Jessika had leaned forward to push my arms down, her pussy had moved forward as well, leaving only a bit of my penis inside of it. After tightening her grip on my wrists, Jessika began to gradually push back until I was as far in her as our position would allow. Then, she began to move forward and back in a steady, deliberate rhythm. While doing this, she stared at me and intermittently chewed on her bottom lip.

Despite a growing discomfort in my wrists - as I had cause to note before, Jessika was stronger than one might expect - I could feel myself approaching my climax. And it appeared that my lover was right there with me. Her face and breasts were covered with a sheen of perspiration, she was moaning each time she took me all the way back inside of her, and her breathing was growing more rapid. 

"Are you close?" she asked. 

"Yes," I groaned. 

"So... so... am... I..." she panted. "So... so... close."

"Then cum," I told her. 

"Waiting for you," she moaned. "Wanna cum together."

After saying that, the curvy brunette shivered and closed her eyes before whimpering, "I can't hold it back. Please cum for me, Mark."

Maybe it was Jessika's words; maybe it was the strained look on her face as she tried to hold off her orgasm; or maybe it was the spasms that had started to grip at my penis with more intensity than I had ever experienced with Jessika, even when I had teased her by withholding her orgasm, but whatever it was, I barely had time to warn her that I was climaxing. I then exploded into her, filling her with more spurts of semen that seemed possible considering I had already ejaculated twice that night. 

As soon as the warning left my lips, my now desperate lover's face relaxed. She opened her smokey grey eyes wide, a distant expression in them, before they rolled up. Jessika's body shook for several seconds, then her muscles tightened and she grew still as a few sounds that most resembled squeaky moans made their way from her trembling lips. During this last phase of her climax, her grip on my wrists became rather painful. 

"Jessika, you are hurting my wrists," I admitted, somewhat embarrassed but not sufficiently so that I wanted to put up with the pain. 

The brunette blinked her eyes several times, then looked down at her hands as they held my wrists against the bed. 

"Sorry, Mark," she said as she let go of me and sat up. "I guess I just got caught up in it all." 

"I understand - it has happened to me," I pointed out. "Doing it to you, I mean."

"Yeah, but I knida like the pain," she grinned down at me, damp strands of her hair hanging on either side of her flushed face. 

"I think you liked what we just did more," I chuckled. 

"Not more," she countered. "Different. But it was wonderful."

"I thought so," I agreed as I reached up and ran my hand down her cheek, then her neck, and finally across her breast and nipple. "You are amazing."

"I just am trying to keep up with you," she laughed. 

We both fell silent for a few seconds, lost in each other's eyes. Jessika, with a small shake of her head, moved forward so that my soft penis slipped from inside of her. She then lay beside me and, as she usually did in these circumstances, put her head on my chest. 

"That has never happened before for us - cumming at exactly the same time," she said out of nowhere. "We have cum close together, but not that close. I loved it."

"It was fantastic, I agreed.

However, it had not been the simultaneous orgasm that I found to be fantastic. The slow, smooth build-up was much more arousing for me than climaxing at the same time. However, since orgasming together seemed to appeal to the brunette, I did not want to explain to her that it was something else that I had found to be amazing. 

Jessika fell asleep first, and I listened to her softly snore as I stroked her hair. It was not until the next morning that it occurred to me that I had not thought of Jessi once since the brunette and I had arrived at our hotel. 

***

The hotel room was lighter than I expected when I woke Saturday morning. I sat up and saw that it was after 9:00am. The long drive combined with our sexual activities had apparently exhausted us both. I stood up and stretched, then looked down at Jessika. My sleeping lover was on her back, her body covered save for her head, one shoulder, one arm, and most of one breast. Her face looked soft and angelic, and as I stood and looked at her, I felt a longing for her that I was not sure was just physical. 

Pushing those thoughts aside, I showered and dressed. As Jessika was still sleeping, I went to the window and pulled back the curtains. I was surprised to find a sliding glass door that opened onto a small patio that faced the ocean. We had both been too occupied the night before to pay much attention, so neither of us had noticed it. 

Grabbing my jacket, I slid open the door and walked out onto the patio. Two cushioned metal chairs sat on either side of a small table. I closed the door and sat in one of the chairs and watched the waves. As I watched the water surge forward and then pull back, the motion reminded me of Jessika's rhythm from the night before - slow, steady, unstoppable. 

I felt myself smiling as I thought about the brunette. And yes, I was thinking about the sex, but I was also thinking about how easy everything was with her. Yes, she had been angry with me about Jessi's email, but we had worked through it relatively quickly. And sure, Jessika wanting sex had been part of that, but I had no doubt we would have done so anyway. That is how things were with us. 

Thinking about the email led me to thoughts of my younger, blonde lover, or perhaps former lover. I was certain she was not happy about my trip with Jessika, but beyond that I had no idea what she was thinking or what her mental state was. And while I could not deny that she felt strongly about me, and that I cared for her in a way I never had for anyone else before, I was mindful that my relationship with the twenty-year-old was problematic, to say the least. 

But there was also the incredible sex. And while Jessi may not have been as adventurous as I had first thought - Jessika and I had actually done more varied things together - she devoted a raw sexual passion to those things that she did do. Also, it had not escaped my notice that the things she did tended to be things that were a bit on the wild side. And furthermore, I could not deny that I enjoyed most of Jessi's wild side, save when her darker desires were beyond my limits. 

I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I did not hear the sliding door open behind me. Thus, I was not aware Jessika had joined me on the balcony until she laid her hand on my shoulder.

"What're you so deep in thought about, Mark," the brunette asked me as she sank into the chair on the other side of the table. 

"Nothing that I want to intrude on our time together," I replied, looking into her gray eyes as I took her hand. 

"Oh, it was about blonde Jessica," she guessed. "Have you heard from her?"

"Yes," I admitted. "She wanted to get together this weekend. I told her I was going out of town with you. I also told her she needed to apologize to you."

"And have heard from her since?" Jessika asked. 

"No, that was it," I told her. "And that is likely for the best."

"Probably," Jessika agreed. 

I glanced over at the brunette and noticed that she was wearing only her robe, which she had pulled tight around her. She gave me a weak smile and shrugged.

"Well, that is enough about people who are not here," I said. "Are you cold?"

Jessika nodded, then suggested, "Why don't we take a nice, hot soak in that big tub in there."

"Is that just an excuse to get me naked?" I teased her. 

"No," my friend-with-benefits answered immediately. "I am too sore for sex right now. I just want to soak in the tub, and I think I would like doing it with you."

"I already took a shower," I advised her. "But I promise we can do it together tonight."

"Your loss," she laughed. "If you want to come in, you will find me lounging in the bath tub, naked."

She then stood and started toward the sliding door. However, she stopped, stepped beside me, and leaned down and kissed my lips. 

"What was that for?" I asked when she had straightened back up. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 13



"Because I wanted to, Mr. Warner," Jessika informed me before she opened the door and walked back into the hotel room. 

After some time spent wondering where exactly my friendship with the sexy brunette stood, I followed her into the hotel room. True to her word, I found her in the bath room, naked, lounging in a hot bath.

"Are you up to a walk after your bath?" I asked. 

"A walk on the beach?" she asked. 

"Yes," I confirmed. 

"Well, each step will cause me to remember I'm a well-fucked slut," she grinned, "but that's not necessarily a bad thing."

"So that is a 'yes'?" I pushed. 

"Yes, it is a 'yes'," Jessika snickered, before adding, "Why don't you go get some breakfast at that diner we saw across the street last night. I'll join you before too long."

"Sounds like a plan," I told her as I stood up to leave the bathroom. 

"Oh, wait!" the brunette called. "Order scrambled eggs and wheat toast for me, please. And some coffee"

I agreed, and a few minutes later I was ordering for both of us. I tried to focus on Jessika while I waited for her, but thoughts about Jessi kept edging in. Luckily for me, the food and Jessika arrived at the same time, giving me two very good reasons to push Jessi from my mind. 

"Hey, sexy man," Jessika said as she walked over to the table. "Want some company?"

"Sure," I replied as I took in how Jessika looked. 

The brunette's hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and only a minimal amount of makeup adorned her face. And although her clothes did not hide all the shapes of her lovely body, it was clear that she had not dressed to emphasize, or even draw attention to, her intoxicating curves. Her top, a striped knit shirt, had a rounded collar that did not show any hint of her fantastic cleavage. On top of that she wore a loose gray hoody. 

And it was not just above her waist that looked different. Instead of her usual skin-tight jeans, Jessika wore well-fitted but relatively loose jeans, and instead of her normal boots or high heeled shoes, she wore simple canvas shoes. However, despite her much more casual than normal appearance, I found I could not take my eyes off of her. 

"You look quite lovely," I told her as she sat down. 

Jessika opened her mouth to speak, but looked down instead. I might have imagined it, but it looked for a moment like her cheeks colored just a bit. A small smile played across her lips, then she looked up at me. 

"Thank you, Mark," brunette said, her gray eyes sparkling. "I don't think I would believe any other man who told me that when I am dressed like this."

"Why is that?" I asked. 

"Because I would think they just wanted something from me," she shrugged. 

"But, is it not the same when you are dressed more, um..." I started, but then faltered on my next word, not sure how to say what I wanted to say.

"Slutty?" Jessika guessed. "Trashy? Whore-like?"

"...provocatively," I finished. "You are not... those other things."

Jessika shrugged again, then concentrated on eating her eggs. I followed suit, and for the next few minutes we ate in silence. 

"Isn't 'provocative' just a nice word for the same things I said?" Jessika asked abruptly. 

"I did not mean it as such," I assured her.

"But you think men just compliment me because they want something when I am dressed 'provocatively'?" she pushed. 

"No, I was just asking how it was different," I tried to explain. "I just did not understand what you meant, I guess."

Jessika sighed and reached across the table to rub my arm, then said, "I know. I was just being defensive."

We went back to eating in silence for a few more minutes. Then, the brunette pushed her plate away from her and sighed again. 

"Ok, I'll try to explain," she started. "When I wear clothes that show more of me, it's almost like when I was a dancer. It's a show. I mean, I like it, but it's a show. I expect men to compliment me to try to get somewhere."

"What about that blind date you had a few weeks ago?" I asked. 

Jessika snorted and rolled her eyes before continuing, "He didn't compliment me - he just stared at my boobs. Yes, look at my boobs, but talk to me too. I need more than just 'nice tits'."

"I am not sure I understand yet," I admitted. 

"When a guy who's seen me dress the way I normally do compliments me when I'm dressed down, it just feels to me like they're trying to get on my good side," she said, followed by yet another sigh. "I guess it's because I don't feel pretty, or 'lovely' as you put it, when I'm dressed like this."

"So why did you think I did not do it for the same reasons you attribute to other men?" I pursued. 

"Well, first you're already getting something from me," she grinned. "And second, I saw the way you looked at me, like it's me you are happy to see, not my boobs, or my ass, or anything else."

"Well, those things are all quite nice," I smirked, making a show of staring at her chest. 

"Nice try, mister," she laughed. "But you can't fool me. You aren't here just because of my body."

"No - I am here for breakfast," I teased her. "I will be in our room later for your body."

The brunette shook her head and smiled. I grinned back at her and winked, which prompted her to snort, which led to her covering her mouth and looking around the restaurant, her cheeks tinged with red. 

"I'm glad I wasn't drinking," she laughed.

"So am I," I agreed. "I can handle you wearing casual clothes, but snorting out coffee is a deal breaker."

This time, Jessika was able to cover her mouth and nose before she snorted. That did not stop her face from reddening more, however. 

"I'm going to the lady's room," she announced when she could trust herself to not laugh or snort. 

As the brunette walked past me, she trailed her fingers across my shoulder. I turned to look after her and found that even in jeans that were not skin tight, Jessika's rounded derriere looked incredibly alluring. 

While my lover was in the bathroom, I waived over the waitress and paid the check. I was just standing up when Jessika came up from behind and linked her arm with mine. 

"I'm ready to go for that walk on the beach now," she said brightly. 

"Did you have a purse or anything?" I asked her as she started to pull me away from the table. 

"Nope," she replied. "I didn't want to carry it. And I figured that if I wanted to buy anything, you'd get it for me and I'd work it off later."

I looked down at the woman on my arm, and when our eyes met, she batted her eyes at me. It was my term to snort and laugh, but luckily we were almost out the door. 

As we walked out of the restaurant, I said, "Well, let's go shopping then."

***

A few hours later, Jessika and I were sitting on the beach, not saying much as we ate burritos we had bought from a food truck. We had gone shopping, but Jessika did not buy much - a pair of cheap sunglasses, as she had left hers in our room; a light-blue silk scarf that brought out the blue in her gray eyes; a magnet as a memento of our trip; and a candle that was supposed to smell like the ocean breeze. At one point, I had teased her that she was not buying enough to have to work it off later. 

After I said that, Jessika had grinned at me, pulled me in close, and whispered, "I'm very grateful for the things you've bought me - you're definitely getting a blowjob tonight."

At that point, I had thought about suggesting we go back to the hotel and settle up sooner rather than later, but the truth was I was enjoying myself immensely just being with my brunette friend-with-benefits. When she had suggested getting lunch at the food truck and eating it on the beach, I had readily agreed. 

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Jessika asked after we had finished our lunch. 

"It is," I agreed. "And it is all the better being here with a beautiful woman. We should come back this summer so I can see you here in a bikini."

"I've told you before that you don't have to flatter me, Mark Warner, since you're already getting what you want," Jessika teased. "And my bikini days ended twenty pounds ago."

"I know better than that," I laughed. "I have seen you naked."

"Naked is different than a bikini," the brunette replied. "A bikini emphasizes bits I don't want emphasized."

"I do not see that it is much different from being naked," I countered. "And people are still looking at your breasts and butt, right?"

"A bikini, or lingerie, draws the eyes different places," she informed me, and I realized from her tone that she was completely serious. 

"Is that something you know from when you worked at the lingerie store?" I asked. 

"Actually, no," Jessika snickered, breaking her serious mood. "At a club where I worked. The owner, who called himself a 'connoisseur of the shape of femininity', instilled it in the dancers there. He showed us how a man's eyes would eventually be drawn to hips and/or belly, even if a lot of the breasts were exposed, if a dancer was wearing a bikini or just bra and panties. He said it was human nature to look at what was exposed that was not normally exposed. So, for a dancer in just a G-string, the audience's eyes would be drawn to boobs and ass. On a naked dancer, that would include pussy. But for a dancer in a bikini, the audience's eyes would be drawn to belly and hips, those things the bikini exposes and outlines."

"I guess that makes some sense," I admitted. "But you that still does not explain why you claim your bikini days are past you. I have seen your belly and hips."

"You have seen them when I am naked, or when I am on the way to being naked," Jessika pointed out with a shake of her head. "You have not seen them exposed for a long period of time without you having something else to look at or play with."

"I have also seen you in tight clothes..." I started to object. 

"Tight clothes that emphasize what I want emphasized - my boobs and ass," Jessika interrupted. "It's a reason I wear things that show a lot of cleavage - it distracts from other parts of my torso. You've never seen me wear anything that includes my bare midriff, have you?" 

"Well, no" I agreed. "But you wear tight tops."

"I wear tops that are tight on my boobs," she corrected me. "And jeans that are tight on my ass but do not cause my hips to look bulgy." 

"What about when you were dancing," I asked, not curious. "Would you not have to wear a bikini or something like one, I mean when you were not topless?"

"Well, I was more than twenty pounds lighter, for one thing," Jessika explained. "And when I wore skimpy things, I always wore something that showed a lot of my boobs. I also wore skirts and loose, button-up tops that I could easily take off - guys could see my boobs even under the loose tops, and they anticipated what they would see rather than focusing on what they could see."

"Well, I understand what you are saying, but I would still love to see you in a bikini," I told her. 

"Because you want what's inside of it," she laughed, giving me a (thankfully) light smack on my upper arm. "If you had not seen me naked before, you would think, 'look at that woman with big boobs - too bad she has a fat belly and bulgy thighs'."

"You do not have a fat belly or bulging thighs," I assured her. 

"I keep telling you that you do not need to flatter me," Jessika said, smiling. "Especially with lies."

"I am not lying," I protested. "You have a fantastic body."

"And what about your little blonde?" Jessika asked. "She surely has a flat belly and slender thighs - do you tell her she's too thin, or do you tell her she has a 'fantastic body' too?"

"That is not fair, Jessika," I sighed. "And, will you even believe anything I say about this?"

Jessika looked at me, her mouth open, her eyes wide - she seemed surprised by my response. The brunette then closed her mouth and her eyes and shook her head. 

"Sorry, Mark," she murmured. "I might be a little too sensitive about this."

"You have nothing to apologize for, Jessika," I told her. "But I want to assure you that I am serious - I find your body to be irresistible."

My curvaceous lover opened her eyes and fixed them on mine. Lifting her hand to my face, she ran her fingers along my face as she smiled at me. 

"Let's go back to the hotel and take a nap," she suggested, but her smoldering gray eyes made it clear she was thinking of more than just a nap. 

"Are you up to, um, a nap?" I asked. 

"Actually, I meant a real nap," Jessika said. "But I was just thinking that I could work off the stuff you bought me before the nap."

***

When we reached our hotel room, Jessika slipped past me and shut the door before I could enter the room. I had the key, so I knew that I could just open it, but I figured the sexy brunette had something up her sleeve. Sure enough, just a short while later, my phone buzzed with a text. 

"Knock on the door," her text read. "When I answer it, tell me you're from the hotel and you need to speak with me because my card was declined."

I smiled and shook my head as I knocked on the door. 

"Just a minute," Jessika called. 

"Hello, ma'am," I began as the door started to open, "I am from the hotel, and I need to talk to you about your credit..."

My voice trailed off as the opening door revealed more of what lay behind it. The brunette stood in the entry way wearing nothing but a blue bra and matching panties. After taking a long, hard look at the cleavage created by the bra, I noticed that my eyes were drawn to what was revealed more than what was hidden. However, I saw nothing about which my lover should be ashamed. Yes, she had a slight rounding to her lower belly, but nothing one would not see on a statute from classical times. And yes, she had a woman's curvy hips, but her thighs were toned and sleek, not bulging. And while I could not deny I was also attracted to Jessi's more slender (but still feminine) form, in that moment I realized that I found Jessika's body more to my liking. 

"As, um, as, uh, I... I... was saying, um, ma'am" I stammered, "Your um, your card, uh, was... was... declined."

I tried to look the scantily clad woman in the eye, but I found I could not take my eyes from her body. Stepping toward me, Jessika took my hand and pulled me into the room, letting the door shut behind me. 

"I don't need to play anymore, Mark," she told me, her eyes watery. "The way you looked at me just now is more than enough for me. I mean, we can play like that some other time. Right now, I just want to please the man who looked at me like... well, like no one else ever has."

"You are beautiful," I managed, my voice suddenly hoarse. "I know men have told you that before..."

"They have," she admitted, "and I have seen men - a lot of men when I was dancing - look at me with pure lust, but never like you just did."

"I do not, I mean, how was I, um...?" I started to ask. 

"I don't think I can explain it, really," Jessika admitted with a shrug. "But I saw lust, sure, but more. Or maybe, not just for my body, but for me. I mean, all of me. Who I am, not just what I am."

Jessika's cheeks reddened and she gave me a small smile before shrugging again and telling me, "See - I told you I could not really explain it."

"I think I understand," I told me curvy lover as I stepped closer to her. 

Putting my hands on her waist, I drew Jessika to me and kissed her. She put her arms around my neck and held on as we lost ourselves in that kiss. When we finally pulled our lips apart, Jessika smiled widely, her gray eyes sparkling. 

"Come over here and sit on the bed," she said as she dropped her arms from my neck, grabbed one of my hands, and led me to the end of the bed. 

The brunette put her hands on my shoulders and pushed down. I sat down on the bed, and as soon as I had done so, Jessika knelt in front of me. She looked up at me, an intense expression on her lovely face, as she rubbed her hands up and down my thighs. Then, without a word, she reached to my groin and began unbuttoning my fly. 

Once she had my fly undone, the woman kneeling in front of me lost no time in pulling me rigid penis from my pants. Then, after planting a wet, noisy kiss on the tip of it, she wrapped her luscious, full lips around the head and slid them down the shaft in a deliciously slow movement. 

Nearly forty minutes later, I held her head in place as my sexy fellatrix, semen running out of either side of her mouth, struggled to swallow as much as she could. Over that time span, she had brought me to the edge several times using nothing but her lips and tongue, her gorgeous and sultry eyes that never left mine, save for once, and her eagerness to please me. 

The brunette had started out slow, licking and sucking gently and lovingly, before starting to increase her speed and suction. After about ten minutes of this, I was thinking that it had been one of the best oral sex experiences I had ever had and that I was ready to climax. Jessika had seemed to sense I was close, so she stopped sucking on me and just licked and kissed it all over until I calmed down. 

Next, she had concentrated on quickly bobbing up and down on just the first couple of inches of my penis. It had been exquisite torture - a sensation so intense that I almost begged her to stop, and I barely kept myself from grabbing her hair and taking control. I limited myself to stroking her soft, curvy hair and giving her a nudge when it became too intense. 

Again when I was just about to explode, my sexy fellatrix stopped to let me calm down, although this time she concentrated on kissing my thighs and abdomen rather than my penis itself. My breathing, which had grown quite rapid, started to return to normal as I moved back from the edge. 

Jessika must have noticed this, because she started to kiss and lick my erection again. However, she did this only for a few seconds before she dove down my shaft a couple inches, clamped her stretched lips around me, and sucked as hard as anyone had ever done, hollowing out her cheeks enough that her whole face took on a stretched taught look. 

As the brunette applied intense suction to my rigid manhood, she began to shake her head vigorously. The sensations were like nothing I had ever felt before. Even though her lips remained in the same spot on my penis, the motion of her head provided plenty of stimulation, albeit of a less intense variety than her prior technique. That did not keep me from relatively quickly approaching the edge, however, and I had just started to grunt, signaling an impending orgasm, when my curvaceous lover pulled her lips from me and smiled up at me. 

"Let's try one more thing," Jessika teased me, winking. 

I groaned in frustration, but in almost no times I was groaning for a different reason. My sexy lover quickly took as much of my shaft in as she could, gagging as it hit the back of her throat. Then, her hands firmly grasping my thighs, Jessika began to quickly and forcefully drive her own face forward on my erection, gagging each time it reached the back of her mouth. 

"Fuck," I moaned as I watched her impale herself over and over, her eyes focused on mine and shining with determination. 

I could not believe the sensations her actions sent through my penis, nor the incredible mental arousal those actions were also causing. This was, I quickly concluded, a fitting final act of the exquisitely unselfish fellatio session my lover was giving to me. Once again, I felt the urge to take matters into my own hands and pump my manhood in and out of her mouth, but as before, I was able to constrain myself to running my fingers through her now damp hair. 

My breathing had grown ragged by this point, and I wanted nothing more than to climax in Jessika's talented mouth. However, Jessika had one final trick she wanted to try - she had taken me in to her gagging point again, but instead of pulling back, as she had done every time before, she took a tighter hold on my thighs and tried to push her lusciously plump lips further down my shaft. The brunette struggled with this for several seconds, and it was obvious she was trying to make herself take me down her throat. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 14



I stood in the dark, Jessika still in bed behind me, as I stared at Jessi's last text message, the one that had followed pictures of her with another young blonde, Amara. The pictures included one of Jessi and Amara kissing, one of Jessi fondling Amar's exposed breast, and one of Jessi's sucking on her companion's nipple. 

The text message that had followed the last picture had informed me that Jessi had agreed to have a threesome with Amara and her boyfriend, and that Amara had agreed to a threesome with Jessi and me. Jessi had ended that text by asking me when I wanted to have the threesome. 

I had been first aroused and then aroused and annoyed by Jessi's sending me the pictures. She knew I was away for the weekend with Jessika, my older, brunette lover, and I had concluded that Jessi had sent me the pictures to distract me away from Jessika. However, that last text message, with its unexpected offer, had shocked me out of feeling either of my prior emotions. 

I was startled by a hand on my shoulder, and I realized that my curvaceous friend-with-benefits had gotten out of bed and was standing behind me.

"Are you okay, Mark?" she asked.

"Yes," I managed. "I am just... I do not know..."

"What is it?" she inquired. 

Taking a deep breath, I turned and handed Jessika my phone. In the light from the screen, I saw Jessika's brows scrunch up as she read Jessi's last text. Then, shaking her head, the brunette scrolled back up and looked at all the texts from my younger blonde lover. 

I was a little apprehensive that Jessika might be angry about the texts - just a couple of weeks prior, Jessi had send Jessika an email proposing a threesome among the three of us, although that had really been a challenge with respect to my affections. Jessika had been quite angry with me, but as we talked through the whole email, and she accepted that none of it had been at my behest, the brunette had calmed down, and we then had amazing sex. However, I knew that Jessika had not put the entire thing completely behind her, and I was concerned Jessi's texts tonight would reignite Jessika's anger.

"What a psycho bitch," Jessika snarled after she had looked at all the texts that Jessi had sent.

"I do not know what to say," I admitted, and Jessika looked up from my phone and studied my face. 

"You don't have to say anything, Mark," she assured me, and I was relieved that she did not seem to be angry, at least at me. "You didn't ask her to send these."

I nodded in agreement as I wondered what to say next. My brunette lover saved me by asking me a question. 

"You told her you and I were spending the weekend together, right?"

"Yes, I did," I affirmed.

"Oh, she's definitely being a little bitch then," Jessika sighed. "She sent all this now because she thinks it will distract us."

I could not dispute that Jessika had reached a likely conclusion, so I just nodded again. 

"Fuck her," Jessika snapped. "I can make sure you are not distracted by her little games, Mark."

Taking my hand, Jessika led me back to bed. She had me lie on my back as she sucked me to an erection, and then she rolled over onto her back and pulled me on top of her. As I positioned myself between her widespread legs, Jessika pulled me down for a kiss. As our tongues played with each other, I slowly entered her wet warmth, and as I began to thrust in and out of her, thoughts of Jessi faded away. 

Soon, I was ramming into Jessika with a sense of urgency as I watched her lick her own nipples, pulling first one breast, then the other, up toward her mouth and her soft, wet tongue. I wanted nothing more than to make the brunette climax and to in turn climax inside of her. However, even though Jessika seemed to be aroused, and was certainly wet, I had to start slowing down in order to keep from finishing too soon. 

"Don't wait for me, Mark," Jessika instructed me a few seconds after I had begun to slow. "I think you need this more than I do right now."

I shook my head, but I could not deny that she was probably right. So, I again started to thrust into her with my prior urgency, and in almost no time I was exploding deep inside of her. When I was spent, I collapsed onto her, burying my face in her neck. As I lay thus, the brunette began kissing my neck and shoulder. 

"I am sorry, Jessika," I murmured. 

"About what?" Jessika asked. "Me not Cumming or the... other thing."

"Both," I admitted. 

"Those were both out of your control, lover," she assured me. "You did not know she would do that, and I knew it was not going to happen for me. I wanted it to happen for you."

"Thank you," I told her. "I needed... well, you."

I heard Jessika sigh, but I was not sure whether it was a sigh of contentment or one of concern. 

"I know," she finally said. "Now let's just cuddle up and go to sleep."

She turned her back to me, and I snuggled up against her, running my hand along the curved of her side, rubbing her soft skin as I kissed her neck. 

"I wish I could have made you orgasm," I told her. 

"I know you do," she replied. "And you've done that several times this weekend. This was different. Part of it is how many I have had this weekend."

"But it was not all of it," I filled in. 

"No, it was not," Jessika admitted. "But it was most of it."

I decided to let it drop as I continued to rub my lover's side. Within a few minutes, Jessika started snoring lightly, and I knew she had dropped off to sleep. However, sleep alluded me as my mind turned back to my blonde lover and the reality of her offer. 

***

An hour later, I was awakened by Jessika getting up out of bed. I saw her pick up my phone and look at it, and I guessed that one or more new texts had arrived. As she looked at the screen, I saw Jessika frown, then shake her head. 

"What is it?" I asked, sitting up. 

"A video," Jessika answered, her tone flat. "It is her and her friend."

My first thought was to take the phone from Jessika so I could see the video, but that thought was quickly followed by the realization that maybe it would be best for me if I did not see the video. 

"Delete it," I told the brunette, surprising myself at the conviction in my tone. 

"Are you sure?" Jessika asked. "I mean, I think you should, but this is pretty, well, graphic. And I don't want you to have me do it just because you think I want you to, and then have you regret not seeing it."

"I am sure," I told her. "Delete it, please."

Jessika, her face illuminated by the phone screen, looked at me for several seconds. Then her fingers danced on the screen. 

"It is gone," she said, setting my phone back on the desk before walking back to bed and climbing in. 

She turned toward me and we kissed. Then she snuggled her face against my neck. 

Again, the curvy brunette fell asleep before I did. I was too busy second guessing my decision to have Jessika delete the video to relax, and it was at least half an hour later before I drifted off to sleep. 

***

Jessika and I both woke late, and neither of us seem to have any drive to have sex one last time on our trip, so we packed and headed home. And although we chatted and laughed a great deal during the five-hour trip home, I could not help but notice that the sense of growing closeness that had marked our time together the day before had lessened considerably. However, what I was unsure about was whether this was due to Jessi's texts from the night before or Jessika wanting to keep our relationship at the level of friends-with benefits. 

The next week gave me little time to ponder my relationship with either woman. The first week of a semester is always hectic, and this one was no different. By the time Friday afternoon rolled around, I was very much looking forward to the end of the week, but I had to finish my last office hours first. I always schedule two office hours on Friday, even though I rarely have a Friday course, and this semester I had set them at 1:00pm to 3:00pm. However, just before 2:00pm I was seriously considering leaving early as I did not expect any visitors for that last hour on a Friday, especially not the first Friday of the semester. 

Unfortunately, leaving early would just mean getting a jump start on a weekend alone. Jessika was planning to do things with friends on both Friday and Saturday evenings - as she had told me more than once, she had been neglecting many of her friends since she and I had become lovers - so I did not think I would see her that weekend, unless it were to be on Sunday afternoon. As for Jessi, she had not initiated contact again after sending the texts and the video the prior Saturday night, and I had not felt the time had been right to try to contact her. Thus, I had no plans for the weekend.

I was just on the verge of shutting down my computer when a knock on my open office door caused me to look up into a pair of intense blue eyes that I knew well. Jessi, her blonde hair falling around her face and across her shoulders, stood in my doorway. She was wearing her large gray sweater, light blue jeans that fit her slender yet femininely curved legs like a second skin, and calf-high back boots. On her nose perched her red glasses, and I have to admit that I found her look quiet fetching, despite the growing concerns I had about our relationship going forward. 

"Hi Mr. Warner," the young blonde said, her eyes locked on mine in one of her overlong stares. 

"Hi Jessi," I replied. "It is nice to see you again. How is your semester going? Do you like your English class this semester?"

Jessi narrowed her eyes as her stare continued, but then she seemed to catch on. 

"It is okay, but my instructor is worrying me a bit," she said. "Can I talk to you about her?"

"Sure," I said, trying to keep my voice neutral. "Please come in and shut the door behind you."

The young woman did as I asked, going so far as to lock the door after she had closed it. She then smiled and rushed to me as I stood up out of my chair. When she threw her arms around my neck, I grabbed her waist and pulled her slender body against mine even as I kissed her long and hard. 

When our lips broke apart, I said, "I just needed a reason for you to come in and shut the door. You did very well."

"Thanks, Mark," she grinned. "I was a little unsure at first, when you asked me about my class like that, but then it dawned on me what you wanted me to do."

Kissed again, after which I told her I had missed her. And while this was true, part of me was quite sure it would be better if I kept missing her. 

"I missed you to, Mark," she sighed. "And your cock. And your tongue, too."

I felt a bit of heat in my cheeks when she said this, but I saw none of that reaction in Jessi's face. She not only meant what she said, she was not embarrassed by it. I wondered if the locked door had emboldened her. 

When I did not say anything for a couple of seconds, Jessi changed subjects and asked, "Did you get the pictures and video I sent you last Saturday?"

"I did, Jessi," I admitted. "And we need to talk about them..."

"And we will," she interrupted me. "But right now I am fucking horny as hell, and I would much rather do things other than talk."

The young blonde took a step back so she was just in front of my desk. She then took off her glasses and set them on the desk. Next, she pulled her sweater over her head, revealing she wore no bra to cover her modest but perfect breasts. I noticed that the dusty pink nipples stood erect even as she bent over to pull off her boots, giving me a nice view of her lovely bosom hanging pendulant. 

Once her boots and socks had been cast aside, Jessi wiggled out her pants, and I was aroused but not surprised to see that no panties covered her smoothly shaven pussy. MY guess was that the blonde had planned to come visit me this afternoon, and that she had worn no underwear as a way of speeding up the process of removing her clothing. 

The deliciously naked young woman walked up to me and pushed me back so that I sat down in my desk chair. She then knelt down in front of me and undid my belt before unbuttoning and unzipping my slacks. Once she had access, she reached inside my underwear and pulled out my almost completely hard penis. 

Jessi stared up at me, her blue eyes blazing, as she sucked me into her mouth. As was normal, the blonde wasted no time taking the entire length of my shaft down her throat, and soon she had started a steady rhythm. Of course, her deep throating of my erection felt great, but I wanted something different. 

I grabbed Jessi's hair, and when she next raised her lips up to the head of my penis, as gently as I could I used my hold on her soft locks to pull her succulent lips off of me. 

"What's wrong?" the young blonde asked, her eyes showing her obvious confusion. 

"I want to bend you over my desk and fuck you," I told her, my voice heavy with lust. 

Jessi immediately stood up and tuned so that she was facing my desk. I pushed my knee between her legs, making her spread them, and then I put my hand on her back and pushed her down until her torso was flat against the top of my desk. 

Her legs were not far enough apart to provide easy access to her pussy, so growled, "Spread your legs further apart, slut." 

Jessi moaned at my use of 'slut', something with which I was more and more comfortable, and rushed to comply. As soon as her legs were far enough apart, I slipped two fingers inside of her pussy. She was well lubricated, so they entered her easily. 

"Fuck, Mr. Warner," Jessi breathed. "Do you think you should have your fingers inside a student's wet little cunt?" 

"Oh yes, I think I should," I replied. "Especially after she walks into my office, strips, and starts sucking my cock. That all seems to me to be pretty compelling evidence that such a student is really a slut."

The blonde shivered and I felt her vagina spasm briefly. There was no doubt in my mind that the whole situation was arousing her as much, if not more so, than it was arousing me. 

"What are you waiting for then, Mr. Warner?" she moaned. "Fuck this little slut's tight cunt, and fuck it hard."

I took hold of both her hips and did as she asked, slamming my hard shaft into her in one quick thrust. However, as soon as I did so, Jessi let out a yelp that caused me to recognize a problem with having sex in my office - if anyone else was around, they would no doubt hear Jessi, even with my door closed. 

Holding myself deep inside of her, I grabbed the blonde's hair and pulled her up until she was bracing herself against my desktop with her arms. I then released her hair and clamped that hand firmly over her mouth. Jessi let out a moan, which my hand nicely muffled, and pushed her rear end back against my groin. 

With the one hand on her mouth and the other on her hip, I began to thrust in and out of my blonde lover's warm, wet pussy. As always, I marveled at how her tight vagina clung to me, even when it was sopping wet, as I pumped in and out of her. In many ways, Jessika was a better lover than her younger rival, but Jessi's pussy was like no other I had ever fucked. And as I took my young lover now with increasing force, I knew I would forgive all manner of problems she might cause so long as I could continue to enjoy it. 

I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts and pleasure that I was surprised when Jessi arched her back and pushed her butt back as far as she could before she tensed up and muffled moans escaped from beneath my hand over her mouth. And of course, I could not miss the rhythmic squeezing from the spasms around my penis. 

"Did you cum, you fucking whore?" I as whispered in the blonde's ear, and she replied by nodding her head. 

"What a dirty slut you are, Jessi," I laughed, prompting more nodding.

I quickly withdrew my rigid penis, eliciting a whimper I more felt than heard. Then, removing my hand from her mouth, I stepped back and told my former student to stand up straight and turn to face me. When she did so, I could see that both her face and her chest were pink. 

"Get under the desk and finish me with your mouth," I commanded. 

The blonde knelt and then scooted back underneath my desk. I sat in my chair and rolled it forward so that it looked like I was sitting normally at my desk. Jessi, without having to be told, maneuvered so she could take my penis into her mouth. She made sure to lick all her own juices from me before she began sucking me in earnest. 

"No deep throating," I told her just as she seemed poised to swallow me. "And no hands either. Just use your mouth."

Jessi did not respond other than to start sliding her lips up and down my shaft as her tongue danced along the sensitive underside of it. She started to pick up speed, but then hit her head on the underside of my desk, causing her to take it slower. I did not object - I was in heaven with the slow, sensuous feel of just her mouth on me. I was quite certain that I would be able to last quite a while with Jessi constrained by both my command not to deep throat me and the desk above her, so I sat back intending to enjoy what I thought would be a long blowjob from my sexy twenty-year-old fellatrix. 

Unfortunately, I had not taken into account that the very act of the young blonde sucking my penis from beneath my desk, where I could not see her, was sufficient to prompt heightened arousal. I was barely able to last five more minutes before I began ejaculating into Jessi's eager mouth. 

When I was finished, I pushed my chair back, and the naked blonde crawled out from underneath my desk. Remaining on her knees, she knelt upright, straightening her back as she stared at me, her vivid blue eyes shining. 

"Was I a good girl, Mr. Warner?" she asked. "Did I earn an 'A'?"

"You most certainly earned an 'A' today, Jessi," I smiled. 

My smile brought one from the blonde as well before she abruptly got up and started gathering up her clothes. As she dressed, I fixed my pants and stood up. I moved toward her once she had her clothes on again, intending to give her a hug and a kiss. However, she opened the door before I could reach her.

"Thank you for your advice, Mr. Warner," she said, making no attempt to lower her voice. "I feel better about my teacher for English 102."

"Any time, Jessica," I replied, my use of her full name causing her to narrow her eyes and cock her head to the side. 

After a slight - and brief - smile, the blonde shook her head minutely and then turned and walked away. 

I was just putting everything I needed to take home into my satchel when my phone buzzed with a text from Jessi:

"I left my glasses on your desk, Mr. Warner. Can you bring them over to my place at 5:30? I could also work on some extra credit with you, if you like."

***

At 5:30, I was just about to knock on Jessi's front door when the door beside it - the one to the apartment next door - opened and her neighbor stepped out. 

"She isn't home," the young man said as he glared at me. 

"Do you know where she is, Carl?" I asked, grasping at the first name that occurred to me. 

"My name is Colton, Mr. Asshole," he snarled. "And she doesn't need an old perv like you coming around anymore."

I almost laughed at the absurdity of what he was saying and how he was saying it, but it was obvious that he was being quite serious, so I decided that openly laughing at him might be taken poorly. 

"My name is Mark, not Mr. Asshole," I said as pleasantly as I could. "And Jessi asked me to come over tonight. She left her glasses with me."

I held up Jessi's red glasses, but her neighbor only glared at me. I think he was on the verge of saying more when a new presence interrupted us. 

"Not only that, Colton, but I've also told you to stay the fuck out of my business," a woman's voice snarled from behind me. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 14



Turning, I saw Jessi half way up the stairs, her large black coat nearly swallowing her slender frame. Her expression and the fire in her eyes revealed to me that she was furious. However, I did not think poor Colton knew how to read her as well as I did, as he stepped toward her and started to plead his case. 

"I've told you don't need this dick anymore, Jessica," he said in what he must have thought was a soothing tone. "Not now that we are together."

"We are not together, Colton," she snapped. "I was lonely and fucked you - once - and you can't let it go."

Colton, who had ended up between Jessi and her front door, tried to stare her down. However, after only a few heartbeats he had to look away. The slender blonde pushed past him and opened her door. Standing beside it, she motioned me inside as her neighbor sulked behind her. 

As I walked past them both and into the apartment, I heard the young man protest in a sullen voice, "What can that guy do for you that I can't, Jessica?"

Jessi, who had just followed me through her doorway, turned, laughed, and said, "Give me orgasms," before she slammed the door shut. 

"I'm sorry about that, Mark," she said as she took off her big black coat and held her hand out for my coat, which I removed and handed to her. "I made a mistake and now he won't leave me alone."

"Did you really have sex with him?" I asked as she went to put our coats on hooks mounted by her door. 

The blonde's shoulders slumped and she hung her head for a moment before turning to look at me. 

"Yes, I did," she admitted. "It was after our fight. I was lonely. And it's not like you weren't fucking someone else too."

"I see," I said, holding Jessi's stare as I watched her eyes hover on the edge of anger. 

The young blonde took a deep breath, shook her head, and smiled at me. I was glad that we had avoided another discussion of my relationship with Jessika, but I knew that Jessi and I would both have to be careful if we were going to avoid conflict at some point as the evening wore on. 

"I am not mad at you, Mark," Jessi assured me. "I have accepted our situation, at least for now. I would not have come to your office today if I didn't."

I nodded, unsure what else to say. 

When I remained silent for a few seconds, the blonde continued, "I am mad at the situation with Colton. I should've never fucked him. It was convenient, and I knew he wanted me, and that felt good..."

"You do not have to explain it to me, Jessi," I advised her as I walked over to her and took her hand. 

"I just feel stupid about it," she explained. "I knew what would happen with a guy like him."

Jessi again took a deep breath before kissing me. 

"And I will admit that wanting more than he was capable of sexually led me to hooking up with Amara," she told me before starting to unbutton my shirt and kiss my chest. "And hooking up with Amara is going to be great for all of us. Well, for all of us except Colton."

"Did you just meet her?" I asked. "Amara, I mean."

"No - we hooked up a couple of times before," Jessika said as she started to unbutton my shirt further. "She's the only girl who I've ever made even a little connection with."

"Did you just meet her out or did you call her?" I inquired, not sure why I was asking all these questions, especially since Jessi was now leaning forward so she could kiss my bare stomach. 

The slender blonde, still fully clothed, knelt in front of me and began, for the second time that day, undoing my pants. 

"She called me," she replied, looking up at me with those startling blue eyes. "She didn't know about you. She wanted to know whether I would have a threesome with her and her boyfriend."

By this point, my pants were on the ground around my ankles, as was my underwear, and one of Jessi's soft hands was stroking my erection. 

"And you agreed," I stated. 

"Conditionally," Jessi breathed before she started planting lingering, wet kisses on the head of my penis. 

"Conditionally?" I managed to follow up as my breathing grew heavier and I laced my hands through the blonde's soft hair. 

"She had to agree to do it with us," Jessi moaned before taking half of my shaft into her mouth. 

For several seconds, Jessi concentrated on sucking on my manhood, and I concentrated on stroking her hair as her talented mouth pleasured me. 

"We decided to hook up first and send you both pictures of it - to give you a preview," the young woman continued, taking her mouth off my penis just long enough to say this before she wrapped her lips around it again, this time swallowing it to the root almost immediately. 

"Have you two, I mean you three...?" I started to ask, but I was finding it hard to concentrate with Jessi's lips around the base of my shaft and her tongue wiggling against the underside of it. 

Coming up for air, the blonde shook her head quickly, then slipped her lips back down to the base of my member. 

"Do you want to 69?" I croaked, feeling guilty that she had already finished me with her mouth earlier in the day.

Jessi pulled her lips from my penis, smiling as she nodded. 

"Yes, please," she breathed. "One the floor. With you on top."

"You will need to be naked for that," I pointed out. 

We stared at each other a few heartbeats, then Jessi pulled off her sweater, tossing it aside. She then sat on the floor and removed her boots before wiggling out of her jeans. When she was completely naked, she lay back on the vinyl floor that covered the entry area of her studio apartment. 

"You'll need to be naked too, Mr. Warner," the blonde told me. 

I smiled at her as I pulled up my pants just long enough to kick off my shoes and take off my socks. I then removed my pants and underwear and stripped off my shirt. Once I was as naked as my sexy blonde lover, I knelt down and buried my face in her smooth pussy. I pushed my tongue in and out of her wet vagina and nibbled on her labia for several seconds before I started licking her small, engorged clitoris. 

"I thought we were gonna 69?" she moaned. "I want your cock in my mouth."

While still licking her clit, I turned around so that my penis was positioned over her face. The blonde wasted no time in sucking it into her mouth, but she took her lips from it almost as soon as she had started sucking on it. 

"You can fuck my face if you want," Jessi advised me. "I wouldn't really have any other choice but to let you, if you did that."

I did not answer - I just continued to lick at her clitoris. Jessi immediately wrapped her lips around me again and started sucking. I kept my pelvis as high as I could, making her work at sucking me. But even as I did that, I started wondering what it would be like to start thrusting in and out of her throat when she was trapped underneath me. And what made my thoughts all the hotter was that the twenty-year-old had asked me to do it.

Slowly at first, I began to move my hips, pushing my shaft deeper into Jessi's mouth. At the same time, I slipped two fingers inside her tight, wet pussy as I continued licking her sensitive clit. Before long, I was thrusting my penis deeper into her throat even as I continuously pumped my fingers into her wetness and started sucking and nibbling on her clitoris. 

The young blonde moaned around my thrusting penis, and I felt her stiffen beneath me even as her pussy clamped down on my fingers. I worried briefly about her biting me - Jessika had put that thought into my head when she voiced her concerns about that happening - but amazingly, not only did Jessi keep her teeth away from my penis as she came, she maintained suction on my shaft as well. 

We kept this up a while longer as I made the blonde climax twice more. Each time she managed to keep sucking on me as she rode out her orgasms, and on the last of the three I was thrusting myself into her mouth and throat, which made it all the more incredible. 

Wanting to finish, I stopped licking her and concentrated on my own pleasure. However, it was mere seconds after that when I had a different idea. I pulled my penis from between her lips and climbed to my feet. I stepped to the side and ordered her to sit up. The blonde complied immediately.

As she sat before me, the young woman looked up at me, mouth open, breathing hard, a mixture of lust and anticipation in her vibrant blue eyes. I leaned down and kissed her before implementing the next part of my plan. 

"Sit against the wall, slut" I commanded, pointing at the wall behind her. 

Jessi looked behind, her, then scooted backward until she was sitting with her head and back against the wall. Last time we were in this position, Jessi had wanted me to force her mouth open, and I was anticipating the same thing happening this time, but I was wrong. The blonde opened her mouth wide and stared up at me expectantly. 

Moving close in front of her, I began to rub and slap my hard penis against her cheeks and lips. As I did so, the young woman closed her eyes and moaned, her still wide open lips trembling. 

"I am going to fuck your little whore mouth," I growled, which elicited another moan. 

I took a firm hold on her head with my left hand as I used my right to guide my penis to her still trembling lips. When she felt the head of it start to slide in, the young woman opened her eyes and stared up at me with what looked to be adoration. I smiled down at her then shoved myself into her mouth. The tip of my penis momentarily hit the back of her throat, but then it slipped in and I pushed until her nose was buried in my pubic hair. 

"Lick my balls," I ordered, and Jessi did as she was told, darting her tongue out and waggling it against my scrotum even as I felt her moan around my shaft that was buried down her throat. 

"That's a good little bitch," I sneered, and the blonde closed her eyes and again I felt her moan around my erection. 

A few seconds later, I pulled all the way out of her mouth and told her to lick up and down my shaft. As Jessi did so, I stroked her hair, gently at first, before I grabbed a handful of it and smacked my now saliva slickened penis against her face.

"Fuck yes," the blonde moaned. "Please fuck your little cunt's mouth, Master."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I had been caught up in the moment and had not second-guessed any of what I had done so far, which was not the norm where my relationship with the twenty-year-old was concerned. But her use of the word 'cunt' with reference to herself gave me pause - it brought back memories of the prior time we had been together, when I had been unable to be as rough or, for lack of better word, as degrading with her as she had wanted. 

I opened my eyes to see the young woman's mouth was again wide open in anticipation. I took another deep breath, then decided to continue. However, I also decided to draw the line at calling her anything worse than bitch, or whore, or slut. Those were bad enough, and it had taken me enough time to even be close to comfortable using those with Jessi, that I did not see the need for even more degrading language. 

I pushed my penis back into her mouth and down her throat in a single stroke. I held it there a few heartbeats, then I began to thrust in and out, making sure that I drew back far enough for the young woman to catch her breath before I rammed my manhood back down.

As I started to increase both the tempo and the force of my thrusting, Jessi began squeezing and pulling on her perfect breasts. Her actions reminded me how aroused Jessi grew when I was rough with her mouth, so I decided to help her along. 

"Rub your clit, slut," I instructed her. "Make yourself cum while I fuck your face."

The blonde closed her eyes again while she moaned and shuddered. When she opened her eyes, she stared straight up at me as she reached down to her crotch and started to finger her clitoris. 

"Fuck, you are a perverted little slut," I told her. "You get off on me fucking your face, don't you?"

Jessi could not answer at that moment, as I had stopped my thrusting and my shaft was lodged deep down her throat, but she nodded and then waggled her tongue against the underside of my penis. I smiled down at the blonde, mesmerized by her lips stretched around the width of my erection, her nose pushed against my groin, and the combined lust and love in her eyes. For a moment, I thought about stopping what I was doing so I could make love to her, but it was clear to me that she was really into it. Plus, I had stopped it last time, and that had at least contributed to the tension between us then. 

I pulled my penis all the way out, which prompted a disappointed whimper from the blonde, and said, "If it gets to be too much, just tap me on the leg three time, okay?" 

Jessi, her lips till spread wide, nodded vigorously but said nothing. However, I noted that her eyes appeared watery, and the look of adoration I had seen earlier seemed even more intense.

"Are you ready?" I asked her, and again her response was a vigorous nod, this time accompanied with a mewling sound. 

I ran one hand along her cheek gently, then I grabbed her face and squeezed, forcing her mouth to open even wider. The young woman, who was again rubbing her clit, shivered and moaned. Taking a firm grip of her hair, I rammed myself down her throat and began pounding myself in and out of it. 

At first, Jessi tried to maintain suction and use her tongue, but before long she gave up trying to do either. The only thing she did was continue to play with her clitoris and her breasts as I repeatedly thrust into her mouth and throat hard enough to cause her head to bang lightly against the wall. 

Neither of us lasted very long. My climax, which happened almost before I realized I had reached that point, came just seconds before Jessi's. I had just enough time to pull out and shoot the first couple of spurts of semen across her face. When the second shot landed across her open lips, the young woman tensed up and low moans escaped her lips as she shuddered through her own orgasm. 

As Jessi started climaxing, I stepped back, another idea having occurred to me. My third stream of ejaculate hit her breasts, the fourth splattered one of her wide spread legs, and the last couple of weaker shots landed on the floor in front of her. 

The blonde's eyes dropped, and she stared for a moment at the two small puddles of my semen on the vinyl floor. Then she looked back up at me even as she licked my semen from her lips. 

"Lick it up, slut," I whispered. 

Jessi closed her eyes and shivered. She then got on her knees and leaned forward so that she was on all fours. The two little pools of semen on the floor were beneath her, so she turned and backed up until they were right in front of her. She looked at them for a couple of seconds, then turned her head and looked back up at me. I pointed at the thick, white goo on the floor in front of her, and the blonde shivered again. 

Returning her eyes to the semen on the floor, the young woman lowered her head and stuck out her tongue. As I watched her, I became aware that my penis, which had never completely gone flaccid, was hardening again, and I began to stroke it. At the same time, I also realized that as arousing as this was, it would be wrong for me to let Jessi go through with it. 

"You do not have to that, honey," I spoke up. "It is too much."

The blonde turned her head so she could look up at me. Then, her eyes locked on mine, she lowered her head just a bit further and managed to start licking my semen off the floor without breaking eye contact. I shuddered and groaned as I watched her, but I also continued to stroke myself. 

After the first lick, the young woman turned her head so she could see what she was doing. She proceeded to lick the floor clean as I stood watching her, my breathing growing heavier. I was both aroused and disturbed by her actions, but I was mostly aroused, especially when she began wiggling her rear end. 

"I am going to fuck you," I announced as I knelt behind her raised buttocks. 

"That's all little whores who lick cum off the floor are good for, isn't it Master?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder at me. 

"You are right, slut," I agreed, giving myself to role she wanted me to play, "And I am going to fuck you until you scream."

"Fuck yes," the blonde moaned as she shivered. "Ravage my tight little cunt, Master."

I landed three hard smacks on Jessi's creamy white derriere, turning her right cheek red almost instantly. The young woman jerked and yelped with each impact, and when I rubbed her behind after the third smack, I could feel her trembling. 

"What did I do wrong, Master?" she inquired in a soft voice. 

"You do not have to do anything wrong to be spanked," I informed her. "But this time, you did do something wrong. You told me what to do. You need to beg me to do it."

Jessi was silent for a couple of seconds, then she pleaded, "Please ravage my tight little cunt, Master. Please fuck your little slut so hard she won't be able to walk right afterwards."

I smacked her ass once more, even harder than the first three, and the blonde jumped and shrieked.

"Please use your little cunt however you wish, Master," she panted. "Your little cunt's only purpose is to please her Master."

"Do not call yourself that," I growled. "Use 'slut' instead."

"Yes, Master," she replied. "Your little slut's only purpose is to please her Master."

I smiled as I positioned my now throbbing erection at the entrance to her sodden pussy. I had come a long way with Jessi to be comfortable using the word 'slut' with her, and I was proud of myself, but I did not think I could take it that next step. I knew I would start second-guessing myself again if I did so, and I did not want to go back to fighting with my conscience every time I had sex with my young lover. 

Once the head of my penis was between her labia, I reached out and grabbed Jessi's soft blonde hair with both hands. I then pulled her back by her hair even as I thrust hard into her. The effect was that the blonde shrieked as her hair was pulled tight and my groin slammed against her butt and thighs. That shriek tuned into a series of loud yelps as pounded into her tight, wet vagina. 

As I rammed myself into her with increasing force, I maintained my grip on her hair, keeping it taught so that her head was back and her neck was nicely curved. The young woman alternated loud moans and sharp yelps as I continued to roughly take her. However, even in that frame of mind, I made sure I did not use too much force on her. I did not think that Jessi could take the same punishment as Jessika had done when I had taken her similarly during our weekend away. 

I shook my head and surprised myself by growling aloud as I tried to drive away thoughts of Jessika. My conscience, which had been silent both when Jessi had visited my office earlier and throughout what she and I had done up to that point, piped up and pointed out that even hard, rough sex was easier with Jessika than with Jessi. 

"Fuck," I snarled, and Jessi moaned as loud as I had ever heard her. She must have thought I was just vocalizing my passion the way she often did. 

The blonde's moan helped me block out my conscience and thoughts of Jessika. But as I began concentrating on just Jessi again, I realized that she was by far louder than I had ever heard her before, and I began to worry that we would disturb her neighbors. And then it hit me - part of the reason she was being so loud is because she wanted to disturb at least one of her neighbors. Sure, I had no doubt that what we were doing - or rather how I was doing her - had an impact on her volume, but I was also quite sure that she wanted to make sure Colton heard us, likely as revenge for him accosting me. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 14



"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Jessi began chanting as I felt her pussy clamp around my shaft. 

"FUCK, I'M CUMMING!" my twenty-year-old lover yelled a moment later, right before her body convulsed then when rigid. 

I actually would not have minded taking her to another orgasm, but the rhythmic clamping of her vagina around my penis was more intense than I could ever remember it being before. Thus, even though I was at that point holding myself still inside of her, I could not stop myself from exploding just as she went limp. 

I used my two-fisted hold on the young woman's soft hair to lower her head and torso so they were resting on the floor. I knew from experience that Jessi had likely had one of her very intense orgasms, and I also knew that even though she was likely conscious (she had only lost consciousness from an orgasm once before), she would be out of it for a few seconds. 

I pulled out of her and lay on my back on the cool, hard floor beside her. As I did so, Jessi stretched out her legs until she was lying on her belly. 

"Fuck," she mumbled about thirty seconds later. "That was the biggest one yet. Well, other than the one that made me pass out."

"You are incredible," I told her as I turned on my side and began to rub her back, butt and legs. 

"I'm just a willing hole," she sighed. "You're incredible."

Jessi turned on her side to face me, running one soft hand along my cheek as I rubbed her side. We did not say anything for a few moments, then the blonde spoke up again. 

"It's no wonder you can keep both of us, even though neither of us wants to share," she said, and I knew she was talking about herself and Jessika. "What I don't understand is why your wife ever let you go."

"It was never like this with her," I admitted, and I knew Jessi understood that I was talking about my wife. "Even when we were first together and had not fallen into a rut, we were not really adventurous. It was all very... very... structured."

Jessi did not respond, so we lay facing each other in silence for several seconds. During that time, I noticed the streaks of dried semen on Jessi's face and chest. I also realized that my side was beginning to hurt a bit. 

"You know," I said, sitting up, "there is a nice soft bed just over there."

The young blonde laughed and sat up too. As she did so, she ran her hand along her chest where my semen had dried on her. 

"I need to clean up first," she told me. "It is more work when it is dry. When it is still wet, I can just wipe it off and lick my fingers clean and worry about whatever is left later."

The mention of her licking her fingers clean prompted a memory of her licking my semen off the floor on which we were now sitting. My lover appeared to follow my train of thought. 

"Did you like watching me lick your cum up off the floor, Mr. Warner," she grinned. 

"Yes," I confessed. "But it also bothered me."

Leaning forward, Jessi kissed me lightly. She then favored me with a wide smile before she climbed to her feet. I followed suit, and as soon as I was standing, she hugged me, hard. 

"I am so glad you let some land on the floor," she admitted after she let me go. "I'd been thinking about it ever since I mentioned it before. I was afraid for a while that I'd never get to do it for you."

"So you are saying it should not bother me because you wanted to do it?" I asked. 

"I'm saying I was happy - and very turned on - to lick your cum off the floor while you watched me," she replied. "And I'm very willing to do it again."

"It is difficult for me sometimes," I admitted. "It is arousing to talk dirty to you, and to call you names, and to watch you do things like that, but I also feel like I am degrading you, and that bothers me."

"You are degrading me," the twenty-year-old said, her eyes locked onto mine in one of those intense stares that lingered just a bit too long. "Not because you think less of me, but because it is exciting for me, and for you. Why do you think I want you to call me 'cunt'?"

"I cannot do that," I sighed, shaking my head. "It is too much."

"That is what you used to think about calling me 'slut'," Jessi pointed out. "But now you can do that."

"I do not think..." I started out, but the blonde kept going. 

"And it was what you said about me licking your cum off the floor," she said, "but then after I did that, you fucked me harder than you ever have before."

"It is different," I tried to argue. "It is the worst thing I could call you."

"And that's what makes it so fucking hot, Mark," Jessi snapped, obviously frustrated. "I want to be your cunt for you to use however you want. I want you to degrade me, and slap me, and spit on me. We've talked about this before."

"That is all too much," I told her as I felt us slipping back into one of the arguments we had gone through the last time I was at her apartment. 

"But spanking me hard enough to make me scream isn't?" she shot back, her eyes now full of fire. 

"It is different," I said, knowing I was just repeating my arguments from the time before. 

"No, it isn't," Jessi sighed. "It's the same."

"Not for me," I told her. "It is a limit I do not think I can cross."

The young woman stared up at me, and for the first time I began to feel self-conscious that we were both naked. What had felt natural a few minutes ago now felt awkward, especially since I was beginning to suspect that this argument, which was really just a continuation of a prior argument, would forestall any other intimate activities for the evening. However, Jessi surprised me by standing up on her tip toes and kissing me lightly on my lips. 

"I'm going to take a shower, Mark," she informed me. "If you want to join me, I would be more than happy."

***

Nearly forty-five minutes later, Jessi and I were both dressed and sitting at her small kitchen table. As with my first visit to her apartment, we were eating leftover pizza. 

After the nice, long, intimate and sensual (but not really sexual) shower we had shared, during which we had barely talked at all, Jessi had put on sweatpants and a t-shirt. While I had dressed again in the clothes I had worn over, my lover had heated up two slices of pizza for me and one for herself. I almost reminded her that I preferred leftover pizza cold, but I did not want to take a chance of upsetting the mood that we had established in the shower. 

We sat in silence and ate. At first it was a comfortable silence, but then I started to feel some building tension. I suspected that Jessi wanted to tell me something. However, I did not want to push her, so I just let the tension in the silence build. 

I was just finishing up my first slice when Jessi blurted out, "I am hooking up with Amara and her boyfriend tomorrow night."

"I see," I replied, not wanting to say more yet. 

"That's why I came to see you at your office today," the young blonde continued. "I wanted to be with you before I did it, to see if, well, if we still, um, were, uh, into each other."

"I think we answered that," I grinned. 

To my surprise, Jessi blushed bright red before she went on. 

"We did," she agreed, not looking at me. "And it was so good that I invited you over tonight. And tonight was beyond what I could have expected, and now I want to ask you to stay the night, and to make love to me, but I'm afraid you won't want to because of what I will be doing tomorrow night."

"If you want me to stay tonight, I would be happy to do so," I assured her, although I could not deny I was feeling jealous now that I knew she would be with another man - and a woman - the following night. However, I knew those feeling were unfair, especially since Jessi had been having to deal with feelings of jealousy over me having another lover right from the beginning. Also, a part of me knew that I would, if I wanted, soon be having a threesome with Jessi and the same woman, and even though I had many concerns about that eventuality, I cannot say that it did not excite me. 

"He won't be fucking me," Jessi said a few seconds later. "Amara and I agreed to that. He won't fuck me and you won't fuck her. Giving head is fine, of course, and we can do whatever we want to each other, but we will not fuck each other's boyfriends."

While she was saying this, the young woman fixed me with one of her intense, overlong, stares. However, it did not unnerve me the way it might have in the past. In fact, it was all I could do to keep from laughing at the earnestness of her statement, not because it was funny, but because the passion with which she had delivered it was palpable and endearing. 

"That sounds fair," I finally replied, once I was sure I could suppress any laughter. I also did not comment on her referring to me, even obliquely, as her boyfriend. 

"Is... the other one okay with you doing this?" Jessi asked. 

"She does not know," I admitted. "And I am not yet sure I am doing it."

"You don't want to?" Jessi asked, her eyes showing her confusion. "I thought... I mean I know it excites you, or it does when we talk about it. And I'm only doing it with them so Amara will do it for us."

"If that is your only reason, then do not do it," I said. "I do not need you to do this for me."

"But you want it," the young woman insisted. "I know you want it."

"Yes, I want it," I conceded. "But I do not need it. Also, we do not need to put more strain on our relationship, and I think this would."

Jess leaned forward and looked at me for some time, but it was not one of her normal stares. She appeared to be trying to determine if I was being sincere. At the least, that is what I read into her look. 

"Is it because you think it's wrong to ask me to do it?" she inquired at last. "Kind of like you don't want to be degrading to me or make me your slave even though I've told you those things really turn me on."

I shook my head and sighed heavily. I knew the next thing I said might take us down a very problematic road we had been on before, especially given what we had talked about earlier that evening, but I had to tell her what I felt. 

"I am afraid that a threesome, and the degrading sex, and the slave thing are all just ways for you to put emotional distance between you and your feelings, and between you and me," I told her. "They are all ways to make sure we do not get close enough that it makes you withdraw or panic."

The young woman's eyes blazed and she shook her head before saying, "For such a smart man, you can be really fucking wrong sometimes."

"Jessi, I do not think I am wrong," I replied. "It is pretty clear that..."

"It's clear that you haven't been paying attention to the fact that I keep coming back," Jessi cut me off, her voice quavering with anger. "I'm actually pretty good with the way I feel about you and what I want to do with you sexually. I've had that balance since after Christmas - after I sent you that long email. You're the one who withdraws now when how you feel doesn't fit what we both want to do."

"You are projecting your feelings," I said, trying to soothe her.

"Fuck, Mark," she groaned, shaking her head. "You're the one projecting. When was the last time I had a panic attack around you? And when did I last really withdraw without us having an argument first?"

"We have not gone out anywhere since Christmas night," I pointed out. "You almost had two panic attacks then. And you withdrew last time I was here, after you got pissed off at me for a dream I had."

"But I was able to get it under control both times on Christmas," Jessi countered. "And we had just had a huge argument last time you were here. And yes, I shouldn't have been so pissed about a dream, but that was more what set it off, not the real source of the argument, and you know it."

"What about your email to Jessika," I asked, and even as I said it I knew I was grasping for something to use against her.

"That was not a good idea, I admit," Jessi sighed. "I was hurt and lashed out in a way I thought would get you back. It was stupid."

I took a long, hard look at my blonde lover and thought about everything she had said. As I did so, I began to realize that she really did not seem as awkward as she had just a couple of months before, and I had not seen any trace of a panic attack during any of our disagreements. Also, as I thought about it more, I could see that she really had not withdrawn again since she had bolted on Christmas day, at least not like before.

"If she is right about those things," I thought, "maybe she is right that I am withdrawing from her."

"I just am not comfortable with being as, well, dark as you want, or need, me to be," I proclaimed. "I like playing too, but you take it further than I think it should go in a, um, emotional relationship like ours."

"And you don't see that as withdrawing from me?" she asked, her tone almost sad. 

"I see it as protecting you - both of us really," I replied. 

"And that was what I was doing before, when I would withdraw, as you call it," she responded. "I was protecting myself. Isn't it the same?"

"I do not see it as the same," I said. 

"I think your mind is getting in the way of what you really want with me," Jessi told me. "What I don't understand is that you seem okay with fucking both me and her, which is what you want, but are all concerned about protecting me otherwise. Do you do the same thing with her?"

"It is different, like I have told you before," I explained. "Everything is, well, easier because we, Jessika and I, are just friends. I do not have to worry as much."

I braced myself for the young blond to be angry with me, but instead I saw her eyes soften and tears form in them. 

"You worry about me too much," she said as she reached out across the table to take my hand. "I know I'm pretty fucked up, but being with you is helping me, not hurting me."

"You said last time...," I started, but Jessi interrupted me. 

"I said it hurt that I have to share you," she clarified, "but I'm not talking about that now. I'm talking about my issues. I'm starting to be able to deal with having an emotional connection with someone while also having the kind of sexual relationship that I want. I mean, I couldn't before Christmas, but now I can. I'm just hoping you catch up with me. And yes, I wish I had you all to myself, but I'm not ready to let you go, and now I'm just rambling."

I was not sure what to say. I thought I understood what my young lover was trying to express, but I did not know where we could go from there, at least at that moment. So, I decided to take a chance on moving beyond the conversation. 

"Let's go to bed," I said, squeezing her hand. 

Jessi started at me blankly for a moment, then a huge smile lit her entire face. 

"I would love to," she beamed. 

The blonde quickly wrapped up the uneaten pizza and put it in the fridge. She then took my hand and led me from the small kitchen area of her studio apartment. When we were standing next to her bed, she put her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a long, soft kiss. While we kissed, I first grabbed her waist, then slid my hands down to her petite but nicely shaped rear end and squeezed it. 

When our kiss broke, I brought my hands up to the bottom of her t-shirt and started to pull it up. Jessi put her hands above her head and let me take the shirt off of her. Once she was topless, I began gently massaging her lovely breasts as I kissed and licked her nipples. My young lover moaned and ran her fingers through my hair while her nipples hardened under the attention from my lips and tongue. 

"Please make love to me," Jessi whispered. 

I did not respond. Rather, I straightened up and started unbuttoning my shirt. While I did so, the young woman unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. As I removed my shirt and tossed it to the side, she sank to her knees and pulled my pants, underwear, and socks off of me. 

I expected her to use her mouth to make sure I was fully erect, since she was already on her knees, but the blonde surprised me when she stood up and removed her sweatpants before sitting down and then lying back on her bed. 

"Can you get the lights please, Mark," she asked me as she squeezed a breast in one hand and began to play with her shaven pussy with the other. 

"Yes," I gulped, but I stood there just watching her for a moment, my penis hardening. 

"The lights, lover," she reminded me. 

Shaking my head, I quickly turned off the lights in her small apartment. I then climbed into bed, moved her hand away from her now glistening labia, and started licking her pussy. At first, I concentrated on pushing my tongue in and out of her vagina while I used my thumb on her clitoris. Then I switched so that I was licking her sensitive nub while slipping two fingers inside of her. Jessi moaned long and low and began running her fingers through my hair. 

"As much as I love your tongue, Mark," she breathed moments later. "I want your cock inside of me."

I pushed my fingers all the way inside of her and sucked on her clit for a few seconds before complying with her wishes. Slowly, I withdrew my fingers from her pussy as I began to kiss my way up her stomach. When I reached her perfectly shaped breasts, I spent some time licking, sucking and nibbling on them. While I did so, I brought my wet fingers to Jessi's lips. She immediately licked and sucked them clean. 

Moving on from her breasts, I kissed my way up Jessi's throat and chin before my lips found hers. As we kissed deeply, I positioned myself and pushed into the tight warmth of her pussy in one slow, deliberate motion. 

As I slid into her, Jessi arched her back, pushing her pelvis up toward me, and bit her bottom lip. 

"You are beautiful," I told her, which caused the blonde to close her eyes and sigh heavily. 

I began to move slowly in and out of her, making sure each thrust filled her completely. Jessi, for her part, wrapped her legs and arms around me and held me tight, our bodies pressed together. Neither one of us spoke, but we kissed frequently. 

This continued for some time, the only change the increasing heaviness of our breathing and frequency of the young blonde's moans. 

"I love you," Jessi gasped as her hands grasped my hair and pulled my face down against her neck. Her legs tightened around me and I felt her slender body go rigid. Her tight pussy squeezed my shaft with rhythmic spasms as she panted her way through a long orgasm.

As her climax subsided, I remained motionless inside of her. However, this was due less from wanting to prolong anything and more from my uncertainty how to respond to the "I love you" that had made it way past the blonde's lips in the throes of her passion. 

"Jessi, I...," I started, but the now relaxed young woman put her finger to my lips and shook her head. 

"Don't say anything, Mark," she told me as she stared into my eyes, and while the look in her lovely blue eyes were intense, I did not read any anger or hurt in them. "It was a fantastic orgasm - one of the slow building ones. Let's just leave it at that." 

I did not know what else to do, so I moved her finger from my lips and kissed her, softly at first, before I began nibbling on her bottom lip. The blonde moaned and shivered beneath. I took that as a sign to start up again, but almost as soon as I began, the blonde shook her head and pushed me up. 

"I think I need to stop for a bit," she said.

"Okay, Jessi," I replied and slowly withdrew from her; as I did so, I realized that she was no longer lubricated. 

"Thank you," she sighed. 

"Is everything okay," I asked my younger lover as I rolled off of her and onto my side. 

"Yeah," she breathed, turning to her side to face me. "It just feels sore. I didn't feel it until after I came and you started again. I'm sorry."




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 15



"Are you serious, Mark?" Jessi asked, raising up on one elbow so she could look at me in the dim light of her darkened studio apartment. "You'll do it?"

The "it" to which my young blonde lover was referring was the threesome with her friend Amara that she had proposed the week before, and that we had talked about earlier that evening. 

"I am serious, Jessi," I assured her, propping myself up so I could look at her on the same level. "But do not make me think about it too much - I will likely talk myself out of it."

Jessi laughed and kissed me before saying, "I know you will, Mark. But I know this excites you. I am so happy we are going to do it."

"I think it is usually the guy who says that," I teased her, which brought a somewhat self-conscious laugh from the lips of the twenty-year-old blonde as we both lay back down and she again snuggled against my side. 

"Yeah, it probably is," she finally replied, and I think that her cheeks reddened, although I could not tell for sure in the low light. "I'll text Amara in the morning."

"You are going to see her tomorrow night, right" I inquired, recalling that she had told me earlier that Saturday night was the night she would be having a threesome with Amara and her boyfriend. 

Jessi had told me that she had agreed to that threesome so Amara would agree to one with us. She had also told me that she would not be having sex with Amara's boyfriend, other than oral sex. She had further explained that the same agreement was in place for a threesome for us with Amara -a blonde woman who I thought was approximately Jessi's age. Amara would limit herself to oral sex with me, just as Jessi would with Amara's boyfriend. For both threesomes, there was no imitation on what the women could do with each other, at least from what Jessi had said. 

"Yeah, but I don't think that will be the time to talk about our threesome, since her boyfriend will be there and we will be concentrating on him," the blonde explained. 

I was momentarily hit with a feeling of jealousy as I thought about Jessi being with the other woman and with her boyfriend - especially the boyfriend - but I knew that was hypocritical, considering I maintained a friends-with-benefits with one of Jessi's former classmates - a curvy, thirty-one-year-old brunette also named Jessika.

The thought of the lovely Jessika gave me pause. Jessi had sent Jessika an email a few weeks ago, and that email had proposed a threesome among Jessi, Jessika and me. However, the offer had really been just a thinly veiled challenge to Jessika. 

Jessika, who had been angry with Jessi and me, had explained to me how her ex-husband had tried to pressure her into a threesome, and how it was something she would never do. I had assured her I did not want to pursue it with her, and that Jessi had acted on her own. Jessika had believed me, and we had gone one with our friends-with-benefits relationship. 

However, just the weekend before, Jessi had texted me picture of her and Amara together even though she had known I was away for the weekend with Jessika. Jessika had not been angry at me regarding those texts, but her reaction to them indicated to me that Jessika thought it was a bad idea for me to go forward with any threesome involving Jessi and another woman. 

"I just will not tell her," I assured myself when Jessika's likely reaction crossed my mind, but I was still troubled by that concern. 

"Is something wrong, Mark?" Jessi asked, pulling me away from my thoughts about my other lover and her likely reaction to what I was planning to do with Jessi. 

"No," I replied. "I was just thinking about whether..."

"This is a good idea?" Jessi finished for me. "Don't start thinking like that, Mark. We both want this. Just let it happen and enjoy getting two slutty girls at once."

I looked at my young lover, and with a mental effort, I pushed away my doubts. I wanted very much to do this with her, and I had ever since she had broached it as a fantasy several weeks before. 

"How old is Amara," I asked when it occurred to me that I knew almost nothing about the other blonde other than that she looked about Jessi's age, had a very nice body with great breasts, and had a sexual history with Jessi. 

"Um, eighteen," Jessi answered hesitantly. 

"I did not realize she was that young," I told her. "Does she go to the college?"

"No," she replied. "She turned eighteen in December."

I was about to point out that the college did not have an age limit so long as the person was a high school graduate when the full ramification of what Jessi meant made its way through my brain. 

"She is in high school?" I asked, and I could hear the concern in my own voice. 

"Yes," Jessi confirmed. "Her boyfriend is twenty-seven, so there is no problem there. For me, I mean."

"Oh Jessi," I groaned. "This is a very bad idea."

"Why, Mark?" Jessi asked. "She's legal, and she is only a little more than two years younger than me."

"What about her parents?" I pointed out, purposefully moving the conversation away from Jessi's age. "I doubt this is something of which they would approve."

"She moved out as soon as she was eighteen," Jessi explained. "She lives with her boyfriend. Her parents are kinda like mine. They no longer care what she does."

"I think that might change if they knew their daughter was having sex with a man in his forties," I countered. "And I know the college would care if they knew I was having sex with a high school student, regardless of her age."

"You won't be having sex with her, Mark," Jessi replied. "Just oral."

"That is still sexual activity, Jessi," I reminded her. "I cannot do this."

The blonde did not say anything for a bit, and I was beginning to think she had fallen asleep mid conversation when she sighed deeply. 

"It's up to you, Mark," she conceded. "But I'm going to set it up anyway. If you want to do it, just come over on Friday. If not, Amara and I'll do something together. Or maybe we could just invite Colton over. I'm sure he would jump at the chance."

"I am sure he would," I agreed, although I do not think my young lover caught my contemptuous tone. 

"Fuck," Jessi chuckled. "He would probably cum in his pants. When we, I mean, him and me, um, got together, he came almost immediately after putting his cock in me..."

"I do not really want to talk about your neighbor fucking you, Jessi," I snapped. 

"You shouldn't mind, Mark," she replied. "He was awful. It helped me remember how much better a lover you are than guys my own age."

"Well, I guess it is a good thing you fucked him then," I retorted. "It got me back in your pants."

"You're being kind of an ass, Mark," Jessi pointed out as she sat up and turned her back to me. "I suspect most men your age - or hell, of any age - would be happy at the chance to be with a twenty-year-old and an eighteen-year-old at the same time. They wouldn't treat the girl who's making it happen like she's the worst fucking bitch they ever met."

"I am sorry, Jessi," I told her as I sat up and began to rub her back. "I was surprised by Amara's age, and by you saying that you would invite your neighbor if I did not come over."

"And I shouldn't have teased you about Colton," the blonde responded. "But I was frustrated that I was watching you change your mind when I know it would be exciting for both of us."

"Well, one good thing, I guess," I said after a few moments. "Neither of us stayed angry, and neither of us are withdrawing from the other."

"Yeah, I guess," Jessi sighed. 

"Let's lie back down and try to sleep," I suggested. 

The blonde sighed again, then lay down with her back to me. I snuggled up behind her, reaching one hand over and running it up her stomach until I reached her chest, where I wrapped it around one modest buy beautifully formed breast and squeezed. 

We did not talk anymore, even though I am quite sure she was awake nearly as long as I was. I guess we were both too deep in thought to have anything to say. 

***

I woke up Saturday morning to the sound of Jessi doing something in the studio apartment's small kitchen. Sitting up, I saw her standing at the stove wearing just an oversized t-shirt. As quietly as I could, I stood up and walked around the bed. I moved in behind the blonde and reached around to grab her breasts through the thin material of her shirt. As I did so, I pulled her to me so that my hardening shaft was pushed against her shapely rear end. 

"What are you doing, Mark," Jessi purred as she leaned back into me. 

"Trying to get you nice and wet so I can fuck you," I whispered in her ear while I pinched and pulled her small nipples, prompting a moan and a shiver 

"The eggs will burn," she said, her breathing becoming shallow. 

I let go of one breast and reached down to move the skillet full of partially cooked scrambled eggs the back of the stove. I then turned the blonde around and pulled her tightly against me as my lips found hers. She kissed my back just as passionately, and soon we were both breathing heavy. 

When we broke the kiss, Jessi smiled up at me before saying, "I think I'm still a bit sore. Do you want me to suck you off?"

"I would rather fuck you," I growled as I stared into her lovely blue eyes. 

"I would rather let you fuck me," she moaned. "But I don't think I should."

"You are really that sore?" I asked. 

"Uh huh," the blonde affirmed. "Someone fucked me nice and hard with his thick cock yesterday."

"I am sorry," I said. 

"Don't be, Mark," Jessi said. "It was all incredible. But since that last orgasm, I have been sore. It is better now, but..."

"Sex would make it worse," I finished for her. "Then let's just eat."

"No, I want to make you happy," Jessi said, her hand reaching down and wrapping around my penis as she smiled up at me. "And I hear guys like what I can do with my mouth."

"You are incredible at that, Jessi," I told her. "But I do not want just that. I will wait until we can do more."

"You're serious, aren't you?" she asked, a bemused expression on her face as she let go of my softening member. 

"Yes, I am," I assured her as I moved the eggs back to the lit burner. 

The twenty-year-old blonde excused herself to change clothes and I tended to the eggs. By the time she had returned, they were ready. We switched off and she plated them as I dressed. We then ate breakfast and chatted. We did not mention sex, her planned threesome for that night with Amara and her boyfriend, nor the threesome with Amara that we had just planned. At least, we did not mention it until I was about to leave.

"Mark, please don't overthink this," Jessi whispered in my ear as she hugged me good-bye. "I want to make this special for you - for both of us. Please let me."

I kissed the young blonde softly on her lips then nodded, intending to do my best not to overthink anything. However, I knew that the issue with Amara's age and school status would be too much for me to just accept. 

***

I did not hear from Jessi Saturday night - the night of her threesome with Amara and her boyfriend. I knew that she was working until late afternoon and would be hooking up with Amara and her boyfriend as soon as she was off, so I had no expectation of talking to her until at least the next day. 

I did not hear from Jessika either. I knew she was also working. I did consider texting her about getting together that night, since I did not want to be home alone with nothing to do but think about Jessi, Amara, and Amara's boyfriend. However, I resisted that urge. 

I managed to make it through the day by going out to a bookstore in the morning and meeting with a couple of colleagues to discuss the first week of the semester in the afternoon. However, I found myself home by 4:00pm with nothing to do but think of Jessi and what she would be doing that night. These thoughts were especially troublesome to me as I had decided over the course of the day that I could not go through with a threesome with Jessi and Amara now that I knew the other blonde's age. 

After about forty minutes of failing to find a distraction, I texted Jessika: "Hey there, sexy. You still have plans for tonight? I would really like to see you."

A few minutes later, my phone rang. I saw the call was from the brunette, and I answered it with an excited hello. 

"Hi Mark," my curvaceous lover said. "It's a tempting offer, but I promised my friends I would go out with them tonight."

"I know," I told her. "I just thought I would take a chance."

"Sorry," she told me. "What about, um, her. Have you guys talked?"

"Yes," I admitted. "It is, well, um, complicated right now."

"I can imagine," Jessika replied. "And that's another reason I think we shouldn't see each other, for a bit anyway."

"The complications with Jessi are not a problem..." I began before Jessika cut me off. 

"They are something you need to work out, Mark," she informed me matter-of-factly. "Just be careful, okay?"

"I will be," I assured her, feeling a sense of déjà vu as strong as I had had the night before with Jessi. 

I realized that I tended to have the same conversations over and over with both of my lovers, although it was not lost on me that Jessika and I only did so when we discussed my younger lover. Unfortunately, I could not say the same for Jessi. Many of our conversations wound their way back to the same issues we had discussed before. 

"Call me when you get it all straight, okay?" she said. "Just don't take too long doing it."

Jessika's words drew me away from my reverie and prompted an entirely new concern. I was silent for several moments as I realized exactly what Jessika was telling me. She was indeed putting distance between her and me, as I had suspected on the way home from our weekend in Monterey. 

"Jessika, I do not think anything with Jessi changes anything with us," I told her. "I think we can still see each other."

"We could," Jessika replied, and this time I thought I heard some sadness in her voice, "but I don't want to right now. I'm not mad or upset or anything. And I'm not telling you to not see her, or not to be with her and her friend, if that is what you want. I don't have or want that kind of hold on you. I just want to make sure you know what you want before we do anything else."

The brunette's words lingered in my mind as I tried to formulate a response. I did not want to lose Jessika. I felt a connection with her that was more than the incredible sexual compatibility we shared, and the thought of not having her in my life was not something I liked to think about. But just as she had no hold on me, I had none on her - those were the parameters to which we had both agreed, and which seemed to be working really well. Or rather, had been working well. 

"I do not think it is necessary for us to take time apart," I finally said. "But, I will respect your feelings on this, Jessika."

"I knew you would, Mark," she replied. "That's one of the reasons that you have become so special to me, and I have no desire to risk our friendship while other areas of your life pull you in different directions."

***

Rather than distracting me from thoughts of what Jessi was doing, my conversation with Jessika added to my anxiety. Not only was I left trying to convince myself I should not have a threesome with my younger lover and her eighteen-year-old friend, I could not shake the fear that pursuing it, or even staying in a relationship with Jessi, could damage my friendship with the curvy thirty-one-year-old brunette. 

As the evening wore on, I found myself concentrating more on more on my conversation with Jessika. Not only was it easier to think about that than imagining Jessi with Amara and her boyfriend, I found myself growing annoyed with my older lover. She had not been as direct about it as Jessi had been, but in her way Jessika was giving me an ultimatum. Sure, she had not told me that I had to end my relationship with her younger rival, but she had made it clear she would only continue our relationship on her terms. I was at the point of calling Jessika and letting her know I did not appreciate the pressure she was trying to put on me when a text from the brunette popped up on my phone. 

"Out with friends, but thinking of you," she wrote. "I hope you don't think I am a bitch. I am not telling you what to do. I just want to stay out until the chaos is under control. Sorry."

As I read Jessika's text, my annoyance dissipated. I knew why she was doing what she was doing, and that it was for me as well as her. I still did not think staying apart was a necessary step, but I respected her enough to not fight about it. 

"I would never think that," I replied. "And stop thinking about me and have fun."

"I'll try," she responded. 

Without the distraction of being upset with Jessika, my thoughts quickly returned to what I had been trying to avoid - thinking about Jessi and the threesome she was involved in at that very moment. Finally, when reading, watching a movie, and writing had all failed to capture my attention, I sat down at my computer and did something I rarely did, especially since December - watch porn. 

At first, I tried clicking on the featured videos on a couple of websites I had visited in the past, but the videos did as little to distract me as anything else had. In fact, I think watching other people having sex was making it worse, especially when I saw things that reminded me of Jessi and things we had done together. 

Finally, I completely gave in to my thoughts and tried to imagine what Jessi was doing with - or to - Amara and her boyfriend. After a few minutes of letting my mind conjure up all manner of different scenarios, I began searching for videos of threesomes with two women and a man. After wading through my search results, I hit on a video of two younger blondes with an older man. 

The blondes were probably both about Jessi's age, although other than hair color, neither looked like Jessi, or Amara (from what I had been able to tell from the pictures that Jessi had sent) for that matter. Still, I found myself staring at the video, mouth slightly parted, as I began to rub my hardening penis through my sweatpants. On the screen, one of the blondes was sucking hard on the man's erection as the other one licked and sucked on his balls. Every few seconds, they would change place. One of the blondes, who might have been slightly older than the other, was able to deep throat the man, although with more effort than Jessi had ever shown with me. Still, it was enough of a similarity for me to free my manhood and start stroking it. 

After several minutes of oral attention, the man ejaculated all over the older looking blonde's obviously fake breasts. The other woman licked it all up as the man stood there, stroking himself as he watched. They two blondes then kissed deeply sharing the semen between them. 

By that time, my own breathing was shallow and I was leaning forward toward the action on the screen. My penis was rock hard, and I doubted I would last long as I watched the two actresses kiss each other and suck on each other's nipples. When they lay down on the floor and positioned themselves over each other in a sixty-nine position, I began panting and jerking my hand up and down my shaft faster. 

The camera operator made sure to get a close up of each blonde licking the other, and watching them use their tongues to bring each other to climax was enough for me. I grabbed some tissues I had on my desk and ejaculated into them. My eyes never left the site of the two blonde's eagerly licking each other. 

My breathing had just returned to close to normal when I saw that the sapphic display by the two actresses had aroused the man with them. He moved behind the blonde who was on top and slid his now hard again penis into her pussy from behind, even as the other blonde continued flicking the first woman's clitoris with her tongue. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 15



After several thrusts, the man removed himself from the woman's pussy and pushed his member down and slid it in the mouth of the actress on the bottom. He pumped it in and out of her mouth for a while before returning it to the top woman's pussy. He did this for several minutes, switching from the top blonde's pussy to the other blonde's mouth then back again. 

After several minutes, the man told the woman on top, who was the older looking of the two, to lay down on her back. He then moved the younger looking blonde to a kneeling position and maneuvered her until she was between the other woman's spread legs. He then grabbed the younger looking blonde's hair and shoved her down so her face was in her counterpart's groin, her chest was against the ground, and her rear end was up in the air. 

As I watched all this, I had been stroking my semi-hard penis, and it had begun to stiffen again. It became complete stiff when the man, his hand still tightly holding her hair, ordered the younger looking blonde to lick the other one as he rammed into her from behind. Each thrust forced the face of the blonde on top deeper into the pussy of the blonde laying in front of her. 

I heard myself groan as I watched the video, remembering that Jessi had fantasized about me doing exactly that to her - taking her from behind while forcing her to lick another woman's pussy. That thought took me over the top, and I barely grabbed the tissues soon enough to catch my semen. This time, however, I did not continue watching the video. Rather, I exited out of my browser and went to take a long shower. 

I did not sleep well that night. I woke up three times with erections and nebulous memories of erotic dreams. Twice I was able to get back to sleep. The third time, which occurred at a little after 4:00am, led to me taking another long shower, during which I masturbated to the thought of sex with Jess and her friend Amara. After that's second shower, I did manager to relax enough to sleep until a little after 8:00am. 

Once I was awake, Sunday morning dragged on as I again tried to find things to distract me. But like the day before, nothing worked. I had finally decided that a drive to the mountains would at least give me something to do rather than sit around the house, so I had made myself get ready and start out. I was at a convenience store buying a drink and a snack when Jessi texted me. 

"We r on 4 Friday," she advised me, following the words with a graphic of a little yellow winking face. "7pm. I can't wait!"

I sighed and sat down in my car. Even though I knew the mountains would likely not be the distraction for which I had hoped, I drove up anyway. I did not text Jessi back, but I thought about her and Amara and Jessika and everything else. By the time I was back home, I was tired and had reached a conclusion. 

"I think it is best we do not proceed," I texted Jessi. 

Moments later, my phone buzzed with her reply: "I know we should. I'll be w8tng at 7 on Fri. So will Amara."

***

Over the course of the week, I tried to focus on my classes, meeting with students, and reviewing the first essays of the semester. However, I suspect it was quite obvious to everyone that I was distracted. I could not keep myself from thinking about Friday night. I had wavered back and forth about my decision many times, and as late Friday afternoon rolled around, I was still not sure what I was going to do. 

I had not spoken with nor texted Jessi since Sunday evening. She had not tried to contact me at all, and I surmised that she had guessed that I would just try to talk myself - and her - out of going through with this and had thus decided not to give me the opportunity to do so. 

I barely had more contact with Jessika. We had exchanged short texts several times, but she had not offered to spend any time together and I had not asked. I had come to believe that whatever happened between Jessi and me, as well as between Jessika and me, hinged on whether or not I had the threesome with the twenty-year-old and her eighteen-year-old friend. 

As Friday afternoon turned to evening, I returned home after my office hours and ate a light meal. I then intended to drive to a theatre and watch a movie rather than going to Jessi's place. However, as I drove, I found myself headed toward the area of town in which she lived, and at a quarter till seven I was sitting in the parking lot of her apartment complex, watching the clock in my car as I wrestled with my thoughts. 

I was seriously thinking about starting my car and driving away when my phone rang, startling me. The call was from the young blonde. 

"Hey Mark," she said when I answered. "We are ready now - you don't have to sit out there until seven."

I heard giggling in the background, and then from Jessi herself, before she added, "And Amara wanted me to tell you she is really horny so the sooner the better."

I heard more giggles, and I was about to tell her that I had decided against the threesome when the call ended. I had not even been able to respond to Jessi during the call, but I guess that had been response enough. I did not even try to talk myself out of it as I opened the car door and got out. 

As I walked up the stairs to Jessi's apartment, I felt queasy and my hands were sweaty. Other than my first visit to Jessi's apartment - after she had sent me a naked photo and an invitation to fuck her - I could not recall the last time I had felt that nervous about anything. 

I swallowed and tried to calm my breathing as I knocked on the door. I heard giggles from inside, but luckily I was not kept waiting. Jessi swung open the door, grinned at me, grabbed my hand, and pulled me inside. 

Inside her apartment was warmer than normal, and dimmer as well. As my eyes grew accustomed to the candle lit room, I saw that Jessi and the other woman in the room were both wearing only their underwear. Jessi, as always, looked incredibly sexy, her slender yet feminine frame nicely accentuated by a black lace bra and panties. However, as hot as Jessi looked, it was the other blonde who drew my attention. 

"This is Amara," Jessi told me as I looked the eighteen-year-old up and down. The pictures Jessi had sent from her phone did not do her friend justice. She was one of the most attractive person I had ever seen in person. 

Her eyes, a darker blue than Jessi's, were farmed in long, elegant lashes and accentuated by light blue eye shadow. Perfect cheekbones and full, red lips graced her soft face. And had it not been for her body that was displayed so well by her pale blue bra and panties, I would not have been able to look away from her face. 

As it was, I could barely tear my eyes away from her body once I had lowered them from her lovely features. Her soft, feminine shoulders and arms framed a torso that included ample breasts that were barely being contained by her bra. The creamy white expanse of her cleavage was of sufficient distraction that it took me a few heartbeats before I noticed how her flat abdomen flowed nicely into the gentle curves of her hips, and how the low and narrow cut of her panties made it obvious that like Jessi, she was shaved bare underneath them. 

"She's gorgeous, isn't she," Jessi said, her eyes on my face. 

I blinked and glanced up at Amara's face, which had reddened slightly, before looking at Jessi. 

"She is very pretty," I breathed.

"She's more than pretty," Jessi laughed, her eyes moving to and holding Amara's. "She is the fucking hottest piece of ass I have ever seen."

"You are the one who is fucking hot, Jessi," Amara replied. Her voice was bit higher than I expect, but was otherwise as lovely as her physical appearance. "And your teacher is as handsome as you said."

I felt my own cheeks heat as Amara looked into my eyes, but I held her gaze. However, my mind was working overtime. Jessi had obviously told Amara that I had been her instructor. I had not counted on that, and I began to worry about the possible ramifications. 

"Before we, um, do anything, it is important that we all know that what happens here should just remain amongst the three of us," I advised them. 

Jessi looked like she was about to say something, but Amara beat her to it: "Jessi told me all that. I know I can't talk about you two. But I did want to say how hot it is that you guys are fucking. I have a teacher I would love to fuck, but he is married and I am not sure what he would do if I told him that."

"We have so much to do instead of talking," Jessi purred, pulling my face down for a kiss. "How would you like to see a little show?"

"Um, sure," I managed to get out even as I thought about what Amara had said. 

The realization that she was talking about a high school teacher - and that she was still in high school despite her legal status as an adult - hit me more fully than it had before, and I knew I had to leave. However, all such thoughts were driven out of my head as the incredibly lovely young woman, who stood maybe a couple inches taller than my petite blonde lover, walked over to me, tilted her head up, and drew my lips to hers. 

The kiss, while not as passionate as my first with Jessika nor as momentous as my first with Jessi, was soft yet insisting, conveying both a slight hesitancy and a much more powerful lust. Grabbing her waist, I pulled her body against mine and kissed her back, my tongue pushing past her lips and into her receptive mouth even as one of her hands ran along my chest and the other held my neck. 

The eighteen-year-old and I started at each other when we broke our kiss before Jessi turned her friend's face and kissed her full on the lips. Amara's eyes darted back at me briefly, and then she gave herself to the kiss with Jessi.

When they broke apart, both young women were panting as they smiled at each other. Then, each of them grabbed one of my hands and they led me to the bed. Jessi pushed me down so that I sat on the end of the bed, and Amara leaned over and kissed my now noticeable bulge through my jeans. This caused both blondes to giggle before again locking lips in a passionate kiss. 

As I watched their lips meld together and their cheeks move with the play of their tongues, I barely noticed that Jessi had reached behind her friend to unhook her bra. However, when Jessi pulled back from the kiss and drew the now loose bra up over Amara's raised hands, I gulped and stared at the younger blonde's incredible breasts. 

Jessi, seeing where my eyes were focused, leaned forward and sucked one of Amara's hardening nipples into her mouth. I groaned and rubbed my hand along my rock hard erection, which was pushing uncomfortably at my jeans. Jessi let her friend's nipple free with a wet slurp, then looked at me and grinned. 

"Doesn't she have the most perfect tits, Mr. Warner?" she asked me. 

"They are amazing," I agreed as I studied them. They were not as large as Jessika's, although they were not that much smaller either. Yet, they did not sag at all, and they looked to be incredibly smooth, all save her light brown areolas and slightly darker brown nipples. 

"Shit, my boobs are nice," Amara laughed, which caused her magnificent breasts to bounce invitingly. "But this girl's are fucking perfect."

With that, she shoved Jessi's bra up, exposing her modest breasts and their dusty pink nipples, which I knew and loved. And I had to agree with Amara - her breasts were fantastic, but Jessi's were absolutely perfectly shaped. 

"You both have amazing breasts," I croaked, my breathing shallow. 

With Amara's help, Jessi removed her bra completely, and for the next few minutes the two blondes alternated making out and suckling each other breasts. As I watched, I could not take the discomfort from my hard penis rubbing on my jeans, so I unbuttoned them and freed it. 

Almost instantly, Amara locked her widening eyes on my erection with a sharp intake of breath. 

"Fuck, it is as thick as you said, Jessica," she moaned. 

"And very suckable too," Jessi giggled as she dropped to her knees in front of me. 

Amara followed suit, and both blondes were kneeling in front of me staring at my erect penis. Jessi reached out and wrapped a hand around it, then leaned forward and sucked the tip of it into her talented mouth. However, she did that for only a couple seconds before she drew back and used her hand to guide my erection toward Amara, who was looking at my manhood while she licked her slightly parted lips. 

"God, you have a beautiful cock, Mr. Warner," she smiled, and I felt it actually twitch at her use of my name. 

Even with all the incredible sex I had experienced with both my paramours over the last couple of months, I could not remember even having been so aroused. I gasped as she wrapped her lips around the head of my penis and began to slowly but powerfully suck up and down the first couple inches of it. Her eyes met mine, and I groaned as she pushed her tongue out past her lips and slurped along the underside of my shaft. 

The feel of a tongue on my scrotum drew my eyes away from Amara's. Jessi stared up at me as she took first one testicle then the other in her mouth and sucked on them. The other woman must have seen that I had shifted my focus because she began to bob up and down my erection faster and deeper. I moved my gaze back to her just in time to watch her hollow out her cheeks as she applied incredible suction. 

"Fuck," I moaned as Amara, continuing to apply suction all the way, drew her lips up my shaft until they pulled off with a loud and wet pop. 

Jessi, who still had ahold of me, pulled my penis back toward her face as she knelt up straight. Then, with a sidelong glance at her younger friend, she took the whole length of me down in one smooth motion. As she waggled her tongue against the base of my shaft, she returned her eyes to mine. 

Amara, for her part, was staring at Jessi as she asked, "How the fuck are you doing that? I know you were able to do it to Landon, but he is not nearly as thick." 

Jessi's eyes sparkled for a moment, then she moved her lips up my penis and let it spring free as she turned and kissed the younger blonde.

"You were able to do it to Landon too," she grinned. "And you can do it for Mark."

"I was only able to do it with your help," Amara replied, shaking her head. "And then just barely. There is no way I can get that down."

"Mr. Warner," Jessi said, looking back up at me, "do you mind if I try to help Amara deepthroat you?"

"No," I gulped. 

Jessi beamed at me, then turned back to her friend. 

"Suck as much in as you can and then try to relax your throat, just like with Landon," she instructed. "Getting past the gag reflex is the same - you just need to be more relaxed so it goes down fast enough not to make you gag too bad."

Amara looked up at me, shrugged, and then grabbed the base of my penis. She then took a deep breath and slid her lips halfway down my shaft. I felt her try to push her lips further down, but she began to gag violently and had to quickly pull away. 

"It is too thick," she coughed as Jessi stroked her hair and rubbed her back encouragingly. 

"It is all in your head," Jessi advised her. "And you are doing it too slow. Watch."

This time, Jessi grabbed the base of my manhood and took about half of it in. She then slowly tried to take more in, but ended up gagging instead. It was the first time that I had ever experienced Jessi gagging on me other than when she had tried to deepthroat me from the side. 

"See, I went too slow," she told her eager pupil after she had let me free. "You are worried about it being too thick for your throat, so you are hesitating at just the point it is gagging you. You need to go past that point quickly, like you did with Landon."

This time, Jessi again took all of me down in one motion. Part of me wanted to grab her hair and hold her there, but watching her teach her friend was too arousing for me to pass up. 

"Try again, beautiful," she encouraged Amara a few seconds later, once she had slowly drawn her lips back up my erection. 

Amara nodded, looked up at me, grinned, and again pushed her lips down my shaft. This time, however, she did not hesitate but rather continued to push when the head of my penis hit the back of her throat. However, despite her efforts, the end result was the same - she gagged and pulled off me coughing. 

"I can't do it," she pouted. "He is too fucking thick."

Jessi shook her head, pulled Amara to her for a kiss, and then pushed her friends head back toward my now throbbing member. The younger blonde closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and again pushed her lips down me. However, this time when she started to gag, Jessi pushed her head forward. Amara put her hands on my thighs, and for a moment I saw panic in her eyes. I was sure she was going to push back against Jessi. However, the older blonder continued to shove her friend's head down, and after just a couple of seconds, I felt the tip of my penis slip into Amara's throat. 

The eighteen-year-old shuddered before she, with Jessi still exerting pressure on the back of her head, managed to take me in until her lips were nearly up against the base of my shaft. She held it there for just a second or two before quickly pulling off of me. 

"Fuck, I can't believe I did that," she gasped, looking first at Jessi and then up at me. "I wanna do it again!"

Jessi looked up at me and grinned before shoving Amara's head forwarded harder than I think either the younger blonde or I expected, and she did not let up until Amara had all of me down her throat and her face was buried in my pubic hair. 

"Lick his balls, slut," Jessi growled in her ear as she held her firmly in place. "He likes that."

Amara, her eyes widening, stuck out her tongue and flicked it along my scrotum. However, even as she did so, I again saw panic start to grow in her eyes. 

"Let her up, Jessi," I suggested, but my blonde lover smiled wickedly and shook her head. 

"She can't breathe," I pointed out, but the twenty-year-old again shook her head. 

"Jessi!" I barked. "Let her up, now!"

Jessi rolled her eyes but she grabbed a handful of Amara's hair in each hand and yanked her head backwards. 

As soon as my penis popped free of her mouth, the eighteen-year-old dropped to all fours and sputtered and coughed. While she did so, Jessi moved by her friend, smiled up at me, and began bobbing her head up and down on my erect member, taking it all down each time. 

Grabbing Jessi's hair the way she had Amara's, I pulled her off of me fairly roughly and asked, "Is she okay?" 

"Yes," Jessi assured. "She likes that. We did it with her boyfriend. It is how she learned to deepthroat him."

"Yes... yes.,. I'm... okay," Amara panted. "I like... I like it."

"Fucking slut," Jessi laughed as she looked back at the younger blonde, who was now kneeling straight up again. 

"Dirty bitch," Amara rasped. 

"Worthless little whore," Jessi purred before she kissed the other woman softly. 

"Cunt," Amara whispered when there kiss broke. 

"Shut up and deepthroat my man, twat," the older blonde snarled.

The younger blonde tried to give Jessi a nasty look, but instead she started giggling. 

"Why did you say 'twat'?" Amara snorted. "You know it makes me laugh."

Jessi grinned at her friend then winked at me. I was still a little troubled by their behavior, but I realized they were playing, as odd as it seemed to me. 

"You really do not mind her, um, making you...?" I started, but I stopped when the younger woman emphatically shook he head. 

"It was the only way I could deepthroat my boyfriend, and we found out I liked it," she grinned. "Just last night my boyfriend did the same thing to me, I mean, shoved my head down until I had to take it all."





A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 15



Jessi tapped my leg, so I looked at her. She shrugged, gave me a small smile, and began to suck on my penis again. This time she did not take it all the way down, but rather concentrated on just the first inch or two. 

Amara, for her part, began to lick the parts of my shaft not in Jessi's eager mouth. The she took the side my penis in her mouth and began to run her mouth up and down from the base to where Jessi's lips were clamped around me, all while flicking at my penis with her tongue. 

"Fuck, that feels good," I moaned. 

Jessi's eyes sparkled up at me as she pulled off of me and started licking up and down the bottom of my shaft while Amara did the same for the side. 

"God yes," I sighed. "Worship my cock, sluts."

The two young blondes looked at each other, giggled, then kissed each other even as my penis pushed up against the sides of their faces. 

"You heard him, cunt," Amara said. "Worship your man's cock."

"You do it, bitch," Jessi playfully shot back. "I worshipped your boyfriend's cock."

"Both of you shut up and one of you suck my cock," I snapped, which caused Amara to look up at me and Jessi to quickly start sucking on me. 

Amara kissed my thigh while Jessi began deepthroating me again. Then they switched, and this time Amara was able to take me all the way down with just a little push from Jessi. When Amara pulled off to catch her breath, Jessi immediately dove down the length of me and began humming. 

"You are going to make me cum," I warned her, but my blonde lover just stared up at me as her younger friend started licking my balls. 

I had not been sure really where I might want to finish, but in that moment all I could think about was the porn video I had watched. The man had ejaculated on one of the women's breasts and the other had licked it off then shared it. I wanted to do that to Amara's fantastic breasts and make Jessi lick them clean. 

For the second time that evening, I used Jessi's hair to pull her lips off my penis. I then stood up, turned toward the lovely eighteen-year-old, and stroked my penis a couple of times before I started shooting ropes of semen onto her heaving breasts. 

Jessi did not wait for me to tell her what to do. The moment the last of my ejaculate dribbled from my penis, she was licking it from Amara's bosom. As she did so, the younger blonde moaned as she ran her fingers through Jessi's hair.

Not wanting to be left out, I pulled Amara's face toward my now half-hard penis and made her lick off the little bit of semen on the tip. She eagerly did so, her eyes fixed on mine even as Jessi's lips and tongues brought her nipples to full attention. 

"Don't swallow it all, Jessi," Amara begged. "It tastes so yummy. I want more."

Jessi rose up, grabbed Amara's hair, and kissed her forcefully. The younger blonde moaned and kissed her back, and I was sure they were trading my semen back and forth. I only wished that I could see it, like in the video I had watched. 

When they broke for air, Jessi turned to look at me and grinned. Amara, seeing what her friend was doing, also looked at me and smiled. 

"Why don't you sit down and we will continue the show," Jessi advised me as Amara bit her bottom lip and vigorously nodded her head. 

"Just one thing first," I said, and I reached down and drew Amara to her feet. "I want to feel those tits."

I then grabbed Amara's waist and pulled her to me for a kiss as I ran my hands up her sides and along the swell of her breasts. I was amazed at how full and firm they were. They were not firm like Jessika's breasts, which were softness over the firmness of her implants. Amara's breasts were soft and firm all at once. 

Stepping back, I moved my hands to the front of her chest and started squeezing and massaging each breast. I then leaned forward and suckled each of her protruding nipples, nibbling them before I let them go. 

The younger blonde gasped and for a moment I thought it was from the attention I was giving to her breasts. However, movement at her groin caused me to looks down, and I saw Jessi tonguing Amara through her panties. The eighteen-year-old, whose breathing had grown heavy, was getting it from both of us. 

"Fuck, don't stop," she moaned as she drew my head back to her chest. 

I started using my teeth to pull Amara's nipples as Jessi pulled down her panties so they were around her knees. The older blonde then shoved a couple of fingers into her younger friend's pussy and seemed to concentrate her tongue on the other woman's clitoris. 

Amara was now moaning continuously, her legs shaking, as she entwined the fingers of one hand in my hair and of the other hand in Jessi's hair. 

"God yes, I'm cumming!" she groaned as he body shook and her fingers tightened their grip on my hair for a moment. 

Pulling my hair from her grasp, I stood up and took the young blonde in my arms, kissing her as her body stiffened. After a few shudders ran through her body, she wrapped her arms around my neck and relaxed against me. As she clung to me, Jessi stood up and joined our hug. I leaned down and kissed Jessi, tasting what must have been Amara's juices on her lips. When Jessi and I ended our kiss, it was Amara's turn to kiss first my blonde lover, then me. 

"That was very nice," she murmured as she looked between us. "And you guys are not even naked yet."

Both blondes began giggling at this, and then they wasted no time in rectifying the problem. Amara stepped from her panties, which had still been around her knees, and Jessi stripped hers off as well and tossed them to the side. Once they were naked, they undressed me, and while doing so, both of the sexy young women taking a few seconds to use their mouths to bring my penis - which had never been less than half-hard - to full erection again. 

When I was as naked as they were, they again pushed me down so I was sitting on the bed. They then got down on their knees and made out for several seconds, their hands all over each other's breasts. Next, Jessi moved to a sitting position before she lay back on the floor, spreading her legs widely and revelaing her smoothly shaven pussy. 

The younger blonde leaned forward and kissed Jessi before kissing and licking her way down the older blonde's body, paying particular attention to Jessi's small, hard nipples before kissing a trail down her flat stomach, ending at her smooth pussy. 

"Lick my cunt, bitch," Jessi commanded, pushing Amara's face down into her groin and holding it there. 

As I watched Amara shove her tongue in and out of Jessi's obviously sodden pussy, it dawned on me that Jessi, who was quite submissive with me, was more dominant toward the younger female. I wondered if it was because they were with me, but I had the impression that the same thing had happened with Amara's boyfriend. 

"Now lick my clit," my blonde lover moaned as she used her grip on Amara's hair to pull the younger woman's face up a little.

"Oh fuck, that feels good," Jessi sighed as Amara concentrated on the older blonde's clit. "Do you like licking my cunt, you fucking lez slut?"

Amara did not stop licking Jessi as she nodded her head and moaned an "mmmm mmmm" that I took for assent. Jessi evidently took it the same way because she smiled as she arched her back and thrust her pelvis up toward Amara's active tongue. 

As I watched the eighteen-year-old woman lick my twenty-year-old lover's clit, I stroked my erection and tried to stop thinking what it would be like to move behind the younger woman and sink my shaft into her barely legal pussy as she licked Jessi's most sensitive area. Jessi had made it clear that Amara was not to have sex with me, so I knew that particular fantasy would not be coming true. Still, that did not stop me from thinking about it. 

I was pulled away from my thoughts about sex with Amara by Jessi's chanting "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," as she ground her hips up into Amara's face. Then the older blonde's body stiffened and she mewled her was through an orgasm. The younger woman stopped licking Jessi's clit as Jessi climaxed, but she continued to kiss the area around it throughout. Jessi, who had been concentrating on what Amara had been doing to her, turned toward me and smiled. 

"Did you like our little show," Jessi breathed, staring at me while absent-mindedly playing with the other blonde's hair. 

"Yes," I told her, still slowly stroking myself.

Jessi's eyes fixed on my erection and she smiled even wider. 

"I think I have an idea how we can take care of that," she purred. 

"What is your idea, honey?" I asked, and I noticed Amara had perked up and was listening as well. 

"I'm going to have pretty, young Amara lay on her back on the floor," Jessi explained. "I'll straddle her so we can sixty-nine. Then you will come up behind me and fuck my wet little cunt while our slutty friend licks my clit."

Amara did not say a word, but she maneuvered herself so she could lay back on the floor and spread her legs open. As she did so, I had a good look at her smoothly shaven pubic area. Her labia were swollen from her obvious and ongoing arousal. 

Jessi sat up, smiled at the younger woman, and crawled over to her, giving me a great look at her glistening labia as she did so. She then kissed Amara before she turned around and crawled forward and over the other blonde until her shaven pussy was hovering directly over Amara's lovely face and luscious lips. 

When they were positioned properly, Jessi dropped her pelvis down onto Amara's face even as she began exploring the younger blonde's bare pussy with her small, pink tongue. From the twenty-year-old's moans, as well as the moans from the eighteen-year-old underneath her, it was obvious both young women were enjoying the attention the other was giving to their pussies and clitorises. 

After a couple minutes, Jessi looked up at me with a confused expression on her pretty face. 

"Aren't you going to fuck me, Mr. Warner?" she asked breathlessly. "You can shove it into me right in front of Amara's face as she licks my clit."

"Fuck yes," I blurted out, realizing that I had become mesmerized watching the two sexy young blondes lick each other. 

I went around behind Jessi, where I had a great view of Amara's lovely eyes staring up at me even as she waggled her tongue up against Jessi's clit. I smiled at her as I knelt behind Jessi and positioned my hard penis above Amara's nose before pushing my member deliberately into Jessi's wet, enveloping warmth. 

The twenty-year-old blonde shivered as I began to thrust in and out of her, and I shivered as I felt her younger friend's tongue on my balls as I did so. I closed my eyes, held my penis deep inside of my blonde lover, and tried to concentrate on something other than the tight walls of Jessi's pussy around me - the combination of the long arousal from the show the two blondes had put on, the feel of being inside of Jessi, and Amara's tongue on my scrotum was almost too much for me. 

Taking a deep breath, I withdrew my rigid pole from Jessi, which prompted what sounded like a disappointed whimper, intending to try to calm myself down. However, the moment I was free of the older blonde's pussy, her younger counterpart grabbed it and started licking the underside of it. 

I repositioned myself slightly and slid my manhood into Amara's open mouth. Because of the angle she could only take it just a little past the head, but she slowly, sensuously sucked and licked the part she could get at. To my surprise, her attention to my penis actually had the opposite effect than what I would have thought - the feeling of imminent climax lessened, and after several seconds, I pulled from the younger blonde's mouth and again shoved my shaft into Jessi's still soaked pussy. 

"Fuck yes," Jessi yelped, raising her head from her friend's pussy as I grabbed her hips and began pounding into her. I reached forward, grabbed a handful of Jessi's soft hair and used that hold to shove her face back down between Amara's legs. When I did so, I heard the blonde beneath us moan and I knew Jessi was again licking her clit. 

As I thrust in and out of Jessi, I felt my scrotum brush against what must have been Amara's nose, and I knew she had returned to licking Jessi's clit. I moved slightly to the side and was able to see her trying her best to keep licking her friend's sensitive little nub even as I made Jessi's body shake with each hard thrust. Amara's eyes met mine, and she made a show of waggling her tongue.

"Fucking little sluts," I groaned, then I pushed Jessi's face down harder against Amara's pussy. The younger woman's tongue stopped for a moment and she closed her eyes. When she opened those lovely blue eyes again, they were filled with lust, and she immediately redoubled her efforts at licking Jessi's clitoris. 

Muffled groans were almost continuously coming from where Jessi's pretty face was buried in her friend's groin, and Amara's face was beginning to flush and I figured both blondes were very close to climaxing. I was in the same state, but what was happening was so fantastic that I did not want it to end yet. So, I let go of Jessi's hair and quickly pulled free from her clinging pussy. Again my blonde lover whimpered, but she did not quit licking Amara's pussy. 

When my penis was no longer in her way, Amara attacked Jessi's pussy with her tongue, licking all over it. However, I had something different in mind for Amara's mouth. I gripped both of Jessi's hips and pulled her pelvis up higher, making her get more up on her knees. Amara now had to prop herself up on her elbows a little to reach Jessi's pussy with her tongue, and this also created a better angle for what I intended to do. 

Grabbing Amara's hair, I tiled her head back, pulling her tongue from her friend's clit. Amara realized right away what I wanted, and the eighteen-year-old opened her mouth wide as I pushed the head of my penis against her lips. The angle was not quite right - my shaft scraped against Amara's bottom teeth as I pushed into her mouth - but it was good enough for me to push half of my length, which was glistening with Jessi's juices, into the younger blonde's willing mouth. 

Amara sucked on me hard as her tongue teased the head of my penis. Taking control, I pumped into her mouth several times, bringing her to the point of gagging each time, but the eighteen-year-old never once let off with the suction she was applying to my erection. The lovely young woman was not as adept at Jessi at deepthroating, but it was clear to me that she was quite experienced with the man taking control during oral sex. 

I think I could have happily finished in Amara's mouth, but her orgasm intervened. The younger blonde moaned loudly around my penis and her face flushed just before her body tensed. I felt her teeth on my shaft just as I pulled it out. While she was certainly quite good at giving head, it seemed she was not so experienced at climaxing while a man was in her mouth, something at which, I had learned first-hand, Jessi excelled. 

While Amara rode out her orgasm, I took the opportunity to slide my erection back in Jessi's tight and still very wet pussy. The older blonde let out a moan as I filled her, and then she started pushing her bottom back against me. Taking this as my cue, I grabbed her hips tightly and began slamming my shaft in and out of her hard enough to cause her butt cheeks to quiver with each thrust. 

Looking down, I saw Amara, her expression dreamy, watching me pound into Jessi. I thought about telling her to lick Jessi's clit, but I thought she deserved a rest. Plus, it was clear from Jessi's grunts and moans that she was also taking a break from licking Amara's pussy. 

"Oh fuck!" Jessi yelped a few minutes later as she climaxed around my driving manhood. Her pussy, as usual, tightened rhythmically around my shaft as her orgasm took her, and also as usual, it was too much for me and sent me over the edge. 

Grunting, I pushed myself deep into Jessi's squeezing vagina and erupted. However, after the first spurt of semen, a new thought struck me. I pulled almost all the way out as the rest of my load pumped into the first inch or so of her pussy. The last few drops spilled from between her labia and landed on Amara's face. 

Jessi had slumped forward as her orgasm subsided, and her hips had lowered so that her pelvis was mere inches from Amara's nose and mouth. And as I pulled my now only semi-hard penis from Jessi's pussy, a string of gooey semen stretched between the head of my shaft and Jessi's swollen lips. 

Amara inclined her head up and licked at the tip of me, breaking the string. I then pushed the first couple inches of my member inside of her mouth, and she licked and sucked it clean. 

"Lick my cum from Jessi's cunt," I commanded as I pulled out of her mouth. 

Amara immediately complied, first licking up what had oozed from between the other blonde's labia, then shoving her tongue inside of Jessi to get more. 

"Fuck yes," Jessi moaned as Amara continued on the task I had set for her. "Suck all my man's cum from my cunt, slut."

It was Amara's turn to moan as she increased her efforts to get her tongue deep inside of Jessi. As I watched the younger woman do everything she could to get all my semen out of her friend, my penis began to stiffen. I was surprised at how quickly I was able to recover, considering I had already climaxed twice, but I have to admit that the sight in front of me was one of the most arousing I had ever seen. 

"Jessi, turn over on your back," I told my young lover. The blonde looked back at me over her shoulder, her damp hair hanging in front of her eyes. She hesitated for a moment, then she complied. 

Amara began to climb on top of Jessi, probably thinking they would continue to sixty-nine, but I had a different plan. 

"Get down on your hands and knees here between Jessi's legs," I told the younger blonde.

Amara looked up at me but did not hesitate to comply. When she was on all fours between the other woman's widespread legs, I pushed her head down until it was in Jessi's crotch. The eighteen-year-old immediately went back to licking Jessi's pussy, occasionally shoving her tongue deep inside of the twenty-year-old blonde. 

Moving behind Amara, I stared at her derriere for several seconds. I had not really noticed before, but the young blonde's bottom was as magnificent as her breasts. It was, in fact, just a slightly larger version of Jessi's tight, round rear end, very feminine and begging to be smacked. It was not, however, quite in Jessika's league, part of my mind noted, but I pushed that thought away as I reached down and rubbed the smooth skin of the young woman's buttocks. 

Amara moaned and shivered, but did not let up from tonguing Jessi. Of course, Jessi now had her hands firmly in Amara's hair, so even had the younger blonde wanted to stop, I was guessing Jessi would not let her. 

"You have a fantastic ass," I told Amara seconds before I landed the first smack on it. 

The blonde's body lurched forward and she gave a short yelp at that first smack, then she shuddered and grunted through the three more I applied. 

"Did you like that," I asked her as I began to rub her now pink bottom. 

"Uh huh," the blonde moaned as Jessi continued to hold the younger woman's face against her groin. 

"Let's see how much you liked it," I said as I pushed two fingers inside of Amara's exposed pussy. 

As my fingers slid into the younger blonde's well lubricated hole, I felt it tighten slightly around them. As I explored the wet warmth of the eighteen-year-old's pussy with my fingers, more than ever I wanted to ram my hard penis inside of it and hold her face in Jessi's crotch while I drove into her hard enough to make them both shake. However, again I thought of Jessi's prohibition against Amara and I having vaginal sex. So, instead of shoving my erection inside of the younger blonde, I got down behind her and began licking at her pink, protruding clitoris as I thrust my fingers in and out of her. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 16



Author's Note: 

I apologize for the length of time between Chapter 15 and Chapter 16 of A Tale of Two Paramours. I have changed jobs and moved 1100 miles since the beginning of the year, and I did not have sufficient time until now to revise this chapter. 

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The five days following the tumultuous conclusion of the threesome with Jessi and Amara were perhaps the roughest five days of my life. Those days were by far more difficult for me than any time during my divorce. Even with the hell my then-wife put me through, the sense of relief that came from the end of my marriage ameliorated the negative aspects of its termination. However, the aftermath of the threesome fiasco offered no such relief. Instead, it felt like I was in a constant state of almost mourning over what I was sure was the end of my relationship with my twenty-year-old blonde lover, Jessi. 

Saturday, the day immediately following the threesome, was the worst day, as I had nothing to occupy my time, and all I did was dwell on what had occurred the night before. Sunday was better, not because I had processed my feelings, but because as morning dragged on into afternoon, I made myself start focusing on preparing for my classes the next day. I believe it was the need to be prepared to teach my classes that allowed me to be able to do anything during that time other than just sit and wallow in my self-pity. I know that both my colleagues and my students must have sensed something was wrong - I was too preoccupied with my internal turmoil for it to have gone without notice - but no one said anything. So, I functioned well enough to make it through my classes, but I knew that I was barely hanging on. 

Unfortunately, as much as my workdays helped me concentrate on something else, at least to a degree, my nights threatened to derail everything. I might have slept a total of fifteen hours over the course of five nights. My mind, unless it was occupied by class or other work, was stuck on one thing. Thus, at such times I could not occupy my mind with work, I continuously thought about Jessi and everything I had done wrong. 

Of course, the threesome had been a mistake on a variety of levels. I had hurt Jessi. I had let myself be drawn into a situation that could have considerable impact on my life and career. I had taken advantage of an eighteen-year-old who likely had issues of her own. And I had known better the whole time. This last part, along with the fear that I had irreparably damaged my relationship with Jessi, is what weighed on me the most. 

Wednesday, the sixth day since the threesome, started out no better than the five days before. After maybe three and a half hours of sleep, I stumbled out of bed, readied myself for the day, went and taught my classes, held office hours, then came back home. Once I was home, I ate a meager dinner then say in my office. 

I was trying fruitlessly to lose myself in writing when a text buzzed on my phone. I was expecting it to be from Jessika, my thirty-one-year old brunette lover, as she and I had been in contact throughout the week. Like everyone else, I am sure Jessika could sense something was wrong with me, and unlike everyone else, she might have even been able to guess as to what was the cause of my ills, but her texts had been carefully casual. And although the respite they provided was short, I have to admit that each text from the lovely brunette stood out as a bright spot in my otherwise miserable existence. 

This text, however, was not from Jessika. And neither was it from Jessi, whom I had tried to text on a few occasions over the prior five days. Rather, it was from the other party in the disastrous threesome - Amara. I had texted her a couple of days prior to see if she had been in contact with Jessi, but at that time she had not been. However, that had changed, as I found out from her text. 

"Finally talked 2 Jessica," the eighteen-year-old's text read. "She dropped out of school. She says she's ok, but IDK." 

My whole body seemed to grow heavier as I read and reread the middle sentence of Amara's text: "She dropped out of school." I could not believe that my actions had led Jessi to withdraw from college. In fact, I wondered if it was just something she had said to make Amara feel bad, as I could not believe that she would throw away her education because of what we had done. 

To find out for sure if Jessi had withdrawn from school, I logged on to the college's faculty access portal and did a search for Jessi's student records. As I waited for the screen with her status to load, I hoped not to see exactly what I did see when the information came up - The twenty-year-old had dropped all her classes. 

I buried my face in my hands for several seconds as I internally berated myself for everything I had done that had led the poor young woman to this point. My selfishness had caused a bright by shy student to throw away good money - it was too late for a refund for the semester - for which she worked hard, not to mention delaying her education by probably at least six months. And that was, my conscience reminded me, on top of the emotional and psychological damage I had wrought. 

After taking several deep breaths, I tried to regain some control over my own emotions. I picked up my phone and texted Amara to thank her for letting me know about Jessi. I also asked her to keep me updated, and she agreed to do so. I then went and took a long, hot shower. I stood in the shower and thought about Jessi until the hot water ran out. 

When I had finished drying off and had dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, I returned to my office to retrieve my phone and to turn off my computer. When I picked up the phone, I saw that another text had come in while I had been in the shower. This one was from Jessika. 

"Hey Mark, I know this is last minute, and that you're having a bad week, but there's something I need to do tomorrow night that I don't want to do alone," the brunette had texted. 

The text, which had come in almost fifteen minutes earlier, was followed by another text, which read, "And I should let you know this is a friend thing, not a benefits thing." 

A third text had come in about five minutes after the first two, and it read, "Please let me know, OK? It's important to me. I don't want to tell it all in a text, but I'll tell you tomorrow." 

I thought about Jessika's request for a couple of minutes. I was not sure I was up to going anywhere, but by that point I knew Jessika well enough to know that she would not tell me something was important if it was not. In the end, the fact that she was not looking for a sexual encounter, something for which I did not believe I was ready at that point, helped me decide to agree to do whatever it was she wanted me to do. 

"I am willing to do whatever I can to help you, Jessika," I texted to her. 

Seconds later, my phone pinged with her response: "Thank you, Mark. I'll come get you at 7, if that's ok?" 

"That is fine," I replied, to which Jessika responded with a smiley face. 

My curiosity about what Jessika needed me to do with her distracted me from thinking about Jessi for a few minutes, but my relief was short lived. By the time I went to bed, my mind was again stuck on the young blonde. 

As with the nights before, Sleep alluded me for most of the night as I tossed and turned and fretted over how my actions had been so deleterious for someone I cared about. And when I did fall asleep, I invariable woke minutes later from dreams of the blonde. In some of those dreams, Jessi was in physical peril, always as a result of my actions. Other dreams were incredibly erotic, although whatever we were doing always ended in disaster. It was with relief that I got out of bed when my alarm went off. I was exhausted, but at least the night of turmoil was over and I could try to focus on my day. 

As I went through the motions for my Thursday classes and office hours, my curiosity about what Jessika needed me to do grew. Eventually, I found that I was thinking more about the brunette than her younger, blonde counterpart. I even, to my surprise, found myself smiling a time or two as I thought about my older, curvaceous lover. I would not say it had been a good day, but it had certainly been better than the several that preceded it, and for once I was actually looking forward to the evening, rather than dreading it. 

Jessika knocked on my door a few minutes before seven. When I opened the door, I was surprised to see that the thirty-one-year-old looked quite somber. In my mind, visions of a smiling, happy Jessika had helped me drive away many of my thoughts about Jessi. The woman on my porch, though undeniably lovely, was not smiling, although it was clear that she, thankfully, was not angry. Rather, she looked very sad. 

"You ready?" she asked, her gray eyes locked on mine. 

"Yes," I replied as I put on my coat and stepped out my door. 

Jessika smiled at me weakly, then pulled me to her for a long hug. As she held me tightly against her, I felt as much as heard her sigh deeply. When our hug ended, I kissed Jessika on the cheek and was rewarded with a slightly bigger smile. She reached out and rubbed my arm, then took my hand and led me to her car. 

"Where are we...?" I started to ask, but Jessika shook her head. 

"I'll explain everything when we are there. I promise," she told me. 

"Okay, Jessika," I replied. 

"Thanks, Mark," she said as she opened her car door and sat down in the driver's seat. 

Once I was in the car, Jessika pulled away from my hose. We sat in silence as she drove, and I noticed her eyes, which were continuously on the road, were moist and slightly red. I tried to think of something to say to the brunette, but it was clear she did not want to talk just then, so I did not say anything. 

After some time, Jessika pulled onto a gravel road on a vacant lot. From the large tree we parked under, I recognized it as the same place Jessika had given me a blowjob a few weeks earlier. For a moment, I thought she might be intending a repeat performance, but even as she opened her door and exited the car, I quickly recalled that she had told me there would be no 'benefits' to whatever it was we were doing that night. 

Following my lover's lead, I too got out of the car and walked around to where Jessika stood. She was just staring at what little of the property was visible in the wash of the car's headlights. Sensing she was upset about something, I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her against my side. In response, the curvy brunette put her arm around my waist and pulled us even tighter together. 

"You said you are a part owner of this place," I said after several seconds of silence. "Last time we were here, I mean." 

"I own it along with my brother and my sisters," Jessika sighed, sadness permeating her voice. "It had belonged to my little brother. He'd dreamed of building a house on it." 

Her use of the past tense as well as the sorrow infused in her tone led me to ask what had happened. 

Jessika took a deep breath and sniffed before answering, "He was killed in a car crash, three years ago tonight." 

With those words, she turned toward me, hugged me tight, and started sobbing against my chest. I stroked her hair and held her as she cried, not saying anything, just being there for her. And even though I had sympathy for her and her grief, I could not help but thinking that on this night, Jessika had wanted me with her over everyone else she knew, and that thought helped lift my personal gloom even further. 

"I've come out here every year since it happened," the brunette managed once she had cried herself out. "This is the first time I ever brought anyone, other than family. My older sister came the first year." 

"He left it to the four of you, then?" I asked, not sure what else to say. 

"Yeah," Jessika responded with yet another sniffle. "We were all surprised he even had a will. This place was the only thing in it. He wanted us to have it if something ever happened to him, and he wanted us to build a house here and one of us to live in it." 

"He must have loved it," I said. 

"Oh, he did," she agreed, with what could have almost been a little laugh. "It was his dream. My dad's lawyer said the condition to build a house wasn't binding, but we all feel we should honor it. It's just that none of us are in the position to do it, at least not yet." 

And with that, Jessika again held me tight and cried. However, this time the tears did not last as long, and it was only a couple of minutes later when she stepped back from me, wiped her eyes, and gave me what appeared to be a weak smile. 

"Thank you for coming here with me tonight, Mark," she said as she reached out and took one of my hands in both of hers. "It means a lot to me." 

"I am happy I could be here for you, Jessika," I told her, which prompted her to squeeze my hand between hers. 

"You're an incredible person, Mark Warner," she informed me. "A scholar and a gentleman, as my grandfather would've said." 

"Well, the scholar part maybe," I conceded, "but I think we both know the gentleman part is a stretch." 

"Not from what I can see," Jessika breathed, stepping closer to me. 

I had just begun to lean down to kiss my lover's full, luscious lips when she stepped back and shook her head. 

"I can't, Mark," she sighed. "I'm sorry. Will you please drive me home?" 

"You drove your car..." I started to point out, but the Brunette cut me off. 

"I just don't' feel up to driving," she advised me. "I'll give you directions if you don't remember how to get back to my place." 

About twenty minutes later, I parked her car near her apartment and walked her to her door. I leaned in and kissed her cheek, intending to leave as soon as she was safely inside her apartment; however, Jessika grabbed my hand and pulled me inside with her. 

"I don't want to be alone right now," she told me as she led me to the couch. "Can we just sit and watch a movie or something?" 

"Could we maybe order something to eat?" I asked. "I did not have any dinner." 

"Oh shit," Jessika blurted out. "I'm sorry, Mark. I did not even think to tell you to eat before I came to get you." 

"It is okay, Jessika," I assured her. "You had other things on your mind." 

"It's not," she disagreed. "I have some leftovers I could heat up for you. We can eat in here, if you like." 

"That would be fine," I told her as I sat on the couch. 

A few minutes later, Jessika came back with a plate of pasta and chicken covered in marinara sauce and a bottled water. She set then on the coffee table in front of me, gave me a smile, then returned to the kitchen. She was back seconds later, a bottle of wine and a wine glass in her hands. 

"I ate a little something earlier," she said as she sat next to me. "Do you mind if I have a little wine?" 

"Not at all," I replied. "Do you want to find something to watch on TV? 

"Right now, I'd just like to sit here with you," she answered, pouring herself a glass of wine. 

"That is fine with me," I responded. 

As I ate, Jessika drank her wine. We did not say anything, since I was eating and she was obviously thinking, but it was not at all awkward. It struck me, as Jessika smiled at me before pouring herself a second glass of wine, that the emotional part of my relationship with the brunette, whether it was friendship or something else, as I sometimes thought it might be or could be, was growing as strong as the sexual part. 

When I was done eating, Jessika took away my plate and the bottle of wine. She left her half-empty wine glass and my bottle of water. When she came back, she suggested we could watch something on TV. She then snuggled up against me and put her head on my shoulder. As I slowly stroked her hair, I noticed that she made no move to turn on the TV to find something to watch. 

After several minutes of silence, Jessika said, "Josh, my brother, would've been so happy I left me ex. He never liked him." 

"Your ex sounds like a total asshole to me," I agreed. 

The brunette sat up and looked at me, a bemused expression on her lovely face. 

"That comment seems a bit out of character, Mr. Warner," she smiled. "I mean, other than dirty talk, I've never heard you say anything remotely like that." 

I shrugged and replied, "It seemed like the most appropriate term, given what you have told me." 

"My brother would've liked you I think," she said, and as the words left her mouth, her gray eyes were again heavy with sadness. 

Jessika looked down for several seconds, and when she looked back up, I saw moisture in her eyes, but the sadness had mainly left them. 

"He might not've liked the casual sex part that much, however," she told me. "He was very protective, especially considering he was more than a year younger than me." 

I was not sure what to say, but I was saved from trying to come up with anything when Jessika, who had been staring at me, put her hand on the back of my neck and pulled me in for a long, deep kiss. As I kissed her back, she began rubbing my penis through my jeans. Before long, I was fully hard. 

"I want to suck that hard cock of yours, Mr. Warner," she whispered in my ear after we had broken our kiss. 

"I thought you said no 'benefits'," I pointed out, worrying that she might not really be up to what she seemed to be starting. 

"I changed my mind, Mark," she breathed. "But no rough stuff - not tonight." 

"No rough stuff," I agreed right before I pulled her to me for another long kiss. 

As we kissed, I ran my hands up her torso and along the sides of her magnificent breasts. I then moved my hands inwards and squeezed and massaged her chest. As I did so, Jessika moaned through our kiss, and began to squeeze my erection through my pants. 

In almost no time, my lover's thick nipples, which I could feel through the layers of her sweater and bra, were as erect as I was. I pinched and pulled at them through those layers even as Jessika began to quite aggressively rub my denim covered shaft. 

Wanting access to the soft skin and hard nipples of her bosom, I reached down and began pulling the brunette's sweater up. She aided me by lifting her arms so I could easily pull the garment up and off of her. Then, while I kissed the slightly tanned swell of her breasts above her bra, she reached behind her and unhooked it. In a heartbeat, she had pulled it off and tossed it aside as I began to lick and suck in turn each of her hard nubs. 

"God I love it when you play with my boobs, Mark," Jessika purred as I softly nibbled her left nipple while gently pinching her right one between my thumb and finger. 

"They are magnificent breasts," I grinned at her, "and it is very fun - and arousing - to play with them, especially your fantastic nipples." 

"I've told you many times you don't have to flatter me to get sex, Mark," my curvy paramour moaned. 

"And I have told you, Jessika, that it is not flattery," I replied. "It is the truth." 

The brunette locked her smoldering grey eyes on mine and stared at me, her lips slightly parted, her breathing growing more rapid. Keeping my gaze focused on her, I deliberately licked and sucked each of her protruding nipples, making sure they were both glistening. 

"Make love to me please, Mark," Jessika pleaded as she lay back on her couch. 

I almost pointed out that she had mentioned earlier that she wanted to suck on me, but I stopped myself, realizing how selfish that would be. Instead, I stood up and pulled off my sweater and t-shirt. I then kicked off my shoes, pulled off my socks, and dropped both my jeans and my underwear. As I stepped out of them, the curvy woman on the couch wiggled out of her jeans and panties so that she was completely naked, then she lay back on the couch, her legs spread as much as the cushions on it would allow. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 16



I tried to maneuver myself between her legs, but I found there was not really enough room. So, I lifted up her left leg and put it up so that her knee was hooked over the top of the couch. I next moved her right leg so that it was mainly off the side of the seat cushions. This gave me room to put my right knee up on the couch as I moved between her now more widely spread legs. 

As I guided the tip of my penis to the moist entrance of her pussy, Jessika stared at me through half closed eyes, nibbling on her lower lip as she did so. Leaning forward so that my torso was on top of hers, I returned her stare, then locked my lips on hers and pushed my tongue into her receptive mouth. 

While we kissed, I scooted up enough that my manhood began to slide into the wet warmth of her. As I slowly pushed all my length inside of her, Jessika shivered and closed her eyes, first groaning, then moaning even as I continued to kiss her. 

Slowly but firmly, I began to push in and out of her, establishing a deliberate rhythm. Jessika shoved my head down toward her breasts, and I happily began to lick and kiss them as slowly thrust into her over and over. 

As had happened on a couple of prior occasions with my brunette lover, we were soon moving as one, our bodies complimenting each other's movements as we lost ourselves in the pleasure of our coupling. It was as if our bodies had been designed perfectly to combine together to become one pleasure seeking entity. 

We continued this way for some time, and as we moved together in our rhythm, I sometimes kissed and licked her breasts, and other times I did the same on her smooth neck. Jessika, who was moaning continuously and covered in a sheen of sweat that matched the one that covered me, ran her fingers through my hair, tightening them as I pushed all the way inside of her, loosening them as I slowly pulled away. 

I knew Jessika had reached the point of no return when she began to pant and her fingers suddenly grasped my hair quite tightly. As her body shuddered, the lovely brunette's gray eyes rolled up and her lips trembled as she began to squeak. Then she arched her back, her whole body tensed, and her last squeak trailed off into a whimper. 

While my lover climaxed, I had held myself deeply buried inside of her, feeling the spasms of her vagina against my rigid shaft. When both her body and her pussy relaxed, I began again to slowly and deliberately thrust in and out of her. 

"Faster, baby," she breathed as she began thrusting her pelvis against mine. 

I obliged, and soon we established a new rhythm, one in which we were moving against each other, pushing each other rather than complimenting each other. And as we both picked up speed, I left off kissing her neck and chest and rather locked my eyes on hers. The brunette stared back at me, low moans coming from her open mouth, lust filling her smokey gray eyes. 

"You are beautiful," I told her. 

Jessika smiled at me and reached up and brushed a few strands of my sweat soaked hair from my forehead before she ran her fingers along my cheek. Turning my head toward her hands, all while keeping my eyes on her, I managed to suck her fingers into my mouth. 

"Fuck," the brunette moaned, then she used her other hand to pull one of my hands up to her lips so she could suck on my fingers. Taking two of them in her mouth, she slid lips up and down them, hollowing out her cheeks as she sucked on my fingers like she would have done to my penis. 

I groaned and felt myself shudder as I fought against my impending orgasm. I was afraid I would climax before I could make Jessika do so for a second time. However, just as I began to think I was not going to make it, my sexy lover's body shook then tensed as small squeaks escaped around my fingers that were still in her mouth. I thrust into her a few more times, concentrating on how the spasms in her vagina caused it to cling to me as I moved in and out of her. In mere seconds I was filling her with my semen as I shuddered and groaned through an incredibly intense orgasm. 

When I was spent, I let myself fall against Jessika's sweaty torso, although I did keep myself braced up on one side so that my full weight was not on her. As we lay together, we kissed several times, enjoying our post-orgasmic closeness. Before long, I began to worry that I was crushing the brunette, so I started to move off of her. However, Jessika whimpered and held me tightly against her, preventing me from moving. 

"Please stay inside me a bit longer," she asked. 

I did as my lover asked and stayed inside of her until my penis was completely flaccid, at which point I moved off of her and stood up. Jessika lay on her back a few moments longer, looking up at me and smiling. Then she sat up, winked at me, grabbed my hips, pulled my pelvis toward her, and sucked my soft manhood into her mouth. 

Almost instantly, my penis hardened in her mouth. As it grew, my brunette fellatrix concentrated on the first couple of inches, licking and sucking it as I ran my fingers through her damp hair. 

"Do you want to make love again," I asked, wanting to give her that option even thought I was selfishly hoping she would continue the blowjob. 

Jessika shook her head, never taking her lips from around my shaft. Then, as if to emphasize her choice, she slid off the couch so that she was kneeling in front of me. 

I groaned aloud as my lover took as much of me into her mouth as she could handle, then said, "Is it wrong to tell you I find you fucking gorgeous when your lips are wrapped around my hard cock?" 

Jessika closed her eyes as her body shivered. When she opened them, she shook her head, and again she did so without taking her lips from my penis. 

"Have you decided whether you are going to let me make a video of you doing this?" I asked her. 

The brunette shook her head for a third time, but I was not sure whether she was trying to tell me that she had not decided or that she had decided that her answer was "no". 

"Do you mean you decided against it or you have not decided yet," I asked her. 

Gray eyes glared at me briefly, then the curvy woman kneeling in front of me held up two fingers. 

"So it is the second - you have not decided yet?" I followed up. 

Jessika nodded vigorously, then began sucking on my shaft fast and hard. 

"You are not going to take your lips from me, no matter what I ask, are you?" I inquired. 

My lover rolled her eyes, slid her lips down as far as she could, and shook her head from side to side in a way that made my knees weak. 

"You are a fantastic cock sucker, Jessika," I moaned as I grasped her hair with one hand and held her head so that she had to keep my penis as far in her mouth as she could take it. For her part, the brunette applied incredible suction to my sensitive shaft. I was in heaven, but I wanted more. 

"Can I fuck your face?" I rasped, my breathing heavy. 

Jessika shivered again then nodded. I immediately pulled back until just the head of my penis was between her luscious lips. Then, with an animalistic grunt, I thrust myself into her oral cavity until she just began to gag. At that point, I withdrew long enough for her to recover before I pushed my shaft back into her mouth. This time, I stopped just short of activating the brunette's gag reflex. I knew that she did mind a little bit of gagging - she had even made herself do it a few times - but I was mindful that earlier she had told me that she did not want any 'rough stuff'. So even though she had agreed to let me take charge of this situation, I wanted to stay away from anything that was too extreme. 

Except for a couple of times that she closed her lovely gray eyes when I thrust myself into her mouth, Jessika kept her gaze locked on mine. She also kept sucking on me, as well as moving her tongue against the underside of my shaft as it slid in and out, even when I picked up the speed of my thrusts. 

"I love fucking your face, Jessika," I told her, causing her to close her eyes and shiver again. "I love that you just keeping sucking on me even when I am doing it. God, you are fantastic." 

When the brunette opened her eyes again, they blazed up at me. Her hands, which had been running up and down my thighs, slid up to my rear end and grabbed it tight. Then, on my next thrust into her mouth, she pulled me toward her, causing the head of my penis to hit the back of her throat and gag her. She held me there for a couple of heartbeats, then she relaxed her grip and I pulled back. However, as soon as she had recovered, she again pulled me toward her, this time harder. 

I thought for a moment about giving her the advice that Jessi had given Amara concerning when and how to relax her throat to be able to deep throat, but the thought of Jessi was too painful, so I pushed it all away. I also realized that Jessika would likely guess at least a little bit about how I had come across that piece of advice, and I did not want to ruin our mood. 

"You really do want your face fucked, don't you slut?" I growled when I had again moved back to give her a bit of relief from the gagging; I was trying to help myself stay in the moment by even further upping the intensity of that moment. 

The brunette nodded vigorously and started to pull me in again. This time, however, I resisted and for a moment held my penis where just the head was between those perfect, plump lips. I then grabbed her hair tighter, this time in both hands, and rammed my erection up against the back of her throat. Jessika let go of my bottom and moved her hands to the front of my thighs. For a moment I thought she was going to push me back as she started to gag, but she did not. However, I did pull back after just a second or two. 

I did not give her much time to recover this time before thrusting myself back into her warm mouth. I heard the brunette moan before she gagged, and I knew that I would have found her pussy to be sopping wet had I been able to reach it. That thought turned me on more, and I began to increase the tempo of my thrusting. 

It did not take much of this for me to reach the edge, and when I knew I could not hold back any longer, I shoved my penis in as far as I could without gagging my lover, then ejaculated down her throat. However, when Jessika realized what was happening, she pushed against my thighs with one hand, moving me back so that the rest of my semen gushed into her mouth, not straight down her throat. I closed my eyes and groaned during the last few spurts while my mind reveled in the fact that my lover had wanted to taste me, not just have it all go right down. I also reveled in that fact that the brunette had sucked on me the entire time I was filling her mouth. 

When the last of my semen had been milked from my softening penis, I pulled it from between Jessika's lips and started to say, "That was incredible...," when I saw her eyes roll back and her lips quiver as small squeaks emanated from them. 

At first, I thought she was climaxing from just me having my way with her mouth, then I saw that the hand that had not been used to push me away was between Jessika's legs. It was still now, but I knew it must have been rubbing her clit just seconds earlier. This was not the first time she had brought herself to orgasm like that while she sucked me - she had done so on our recent trip - but that time had been at my urging. This time, she had done it to herself while I took control, and I had not even noticed. I found the whole situation incredibly arousing, and to my surprise, my penis stayed almost fully hard despite my orgasm moments before. 

When Jessika opened her eyes again, she smiled up at me, her face flush, her eyes shining. I smiled back at her, reached down and drew her to her feet, then kissed her. I tasted a little of myself as I thrust my tongue into her, and that even further aroused me. 

While we were kissing, Jessika reached down and rubbed my penis and my scrotum. This caused me to completely harden, something my curvaceous lover did not fail to notice. 

"Ready again so soon, Mr. Warner?" she teased as she batted her eyelashes at me. "It's enough to make a girl think you want to fuck her again." 

"I do," I admitted. "You are just too cute to resist, Squeaker." 

"Keep using foul language like that and you'll be taking care of yourself," the brunette snarled, but then she kissed me, and this time she shoved her tongue into my mouth. 

I was enjoying the kiss when suddenly the brunette pulled back, turned us both so my back was to the couch, and shoved me down on to it. Then, a wicked smile on her lovely face, Jessika straddled me and began to rub her crotch against my now throbbing shaft. 

"I seem to remember you liking this in Monterey," she purred, her smoldering eyes boring into me. 

"I did," I moaned. "And I do. The feel of your hair on me is almost unbearably intense." 

"You mean this hair," she teased, as she moved her head down and brushed her long, soft chocolate brown locks across my chest. 

"That is fantastic," I agreed, "but I meant your other hair." 

"You mean the fur of my pussy," she asked as she ground her groin against mine, causing me to groan. 

"Yes," I gulped as I reached down to her curvy bottom and grasped it tight; it was my turn to hold her tight against me. 

"I thought you liked shaved pussies," she grinned. 

"That is... that is... nice," I panted, "but I like some hair too. It is a nice contrast that you feel like this." 

Abruptly, Jessika stood up and looked down at me, her face and eyes unreadable. In a heartbeat, I realized what I had said. 

"Jessika, I am very sorry," I told her as I stood up as well. "I just..." 

"Do you often compare us while you fuck us?" the brunette interrupted, and I could hear some emotion in her voice, although it did not seem like anger, at least not anger alone. 

"Not usually," I told her, deciding not to try to sugarcoat things like I might have needed to do with Jessi, "but sometimes things just pop into my head." 

"Thank you for being honest with me, Mark," Jessika said, her eyes unwavering, her tone still strained. "It means a lot to me that I can always count on that." 

"Do you want me to go," I asked, hoping she would say 'no' but prepared for - and expecting - her to say 'yes'. 

"How do I compare?" she asked, and I saw her jaw clenched as she braced herself for my answer. 

I stared at my curvy brunette lover as I thought about how to answer her question. I knew the answer in my own mind, but I was not sure it was going to come out right when I said it. Still, Jessika had just told me she knew I would always be honest with her, and I did not want to start doing something different now. 

"You are, in many ways, the most amazing lover I have ever been with," I told her, closely watching her eyes. "There are times, like earlier this evening, that it feels like we were made for each other, that our bodies are perfectly compatible." 

The brunette closed her eyes briefly, took a deep breath, then opened them and smiled at me - not a big, earsplitting smile, like she often did, but at least it was something. 

"Well, you are the most amazing lover I've ever had, and in all ways, not just many," Jessika said, and I heard a bit of reproach in her voice, "but the second part, well, that's exactly how I feel. It's so much easier with you than it's ever been with anyone before." 

"Are you calling me easy, Squeaker," I teased, taking a chance that she was not going to be angry. 

"You let me blow you for an extension on my paper, Mark," the brunette laughed. "I think we both know you're the easy one." 

I grinned at her, but shook my head before saying, "What we both know is that you did not need that extension. And anyway, I think that makes you easy, not me." 

My curvy lover flipped me off with both hands, but she was grinning as she did so. She then moved closer, put her arms around my neck, and kissed me. While our mouths were locked together, I moved my hands up to her magnificent breasts and began to tweak her nipples. Abruptly, Jessika broke our kiss, stepped back, and shook her head. 

"No more 'easy' tonight. Or, at least no more right now," she informed me, and I saw in her eyes that she was serious. "But I'd like it if you stayed." 

"I would like to stay," I replied, taking her hand. 

"I have to get up early, though, so maybe we should go to bed," she suggested as her hand squeezed mine. 

I agreed, and less than ten minutes later, Jessika and I were lying naked in her bed in her darkened room. I was on my back and the brunette was snuggled up against my side, her head on my upper chest. It was, I knew, her favorite way to cuddle, and I was quite fond of it as well. 

As we lay like that, I stroked the brunette's soft, wavy hair as she ran her finger tips along my upper arm, shoulder and chest. It was a remarkably comfortable and relaxing situation, and I found myself almost able to believe that I had not spoken so thoughtlessly earlier. 

After several minutes of silence, Jessika sighed then said, "I've thought a lot about the video idea. I want to do it, but I'm afraid of what could happen afterwards. I mean with the video." 

"I would not show it to anyone," I assured her. "It would be just for us." 

"Oh, I know you wouldn't, Mark," she replied. "I meant it earlier when I said I trust you - I trust you more than I ever thought I'd trust a man outside my family." 

We were both silent for several seconds, during which I tuned my head and kissed the top of Jessika's head. 

My lover sighed again, then continued, "But someone could take your computer, or mine, or we could leave it on a flash drive..." 

"I understand, Jessika," I said. "You have a good point. We will not do it." 

Jessika pushed herself up on her elbow, and even in the meager light that seeped around the blinds into the otherwise dark room, I could see the smile on her face as she shook her head and said, "I'm not sayng 'no', Mark, but it means a lot to me that you listened to me and accepted my concerns." 

"There is no rush on deciding about it," I told her. "It is just something I think would be exciting." 

The brunette nodded, then lay back down and resumed her position against my side. 

"I think it'd be exciting too," she admitted, "but I'm just worried." 

"That is understandable," I responded. "Let's not worry about it now, though." 

"Ok," the brunette agreed, and she was again quiet for some time. 

"Um, there is something else," she said just as I had begun to think she had fallen asleep. 

"Whatever you want to do with me is fine, sexy," I said, which caused her to giggle. 

"Something I wanted to talk about," she clarified. "And I feel bad bringing it up, since I basically just told you I'm undecided on what you asked me to do." 

"So, are you trying to tell me there is some deviant sexual fantasy that the lovely Jessika wants to explore?" I snickered. 

The brunette sat up beside me, and I felt as much as saw her glare down at me as she half-seriously, half-playfully snapped, "Don't tease me, Mark. It's taken me some time to work up the courage to tell you this." 

"What is it, Jessika?" I asked, my tone now serious. 

"Well, it's not that serious," she sighed. "It's just something I've always wandered about, as an adult I mean, but I've never been with anyone I trusted enough to ask." 

I remained silent as the brunette seemed to compose her thoughts. Thinking it might be easier for us to talk, I sat up as well. As soon as I did, Jessika reached out, ran her hand along my cheek, then kissed me softly. 

"Okay, here it goes," she said, taking a deep breath. "You know I like some rough stuff, like spanking and being held down. Well, I've done some of that with other guys, but it was never as comfortable as it is with you - I know you will not go too far." 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 16



"Sometimes I worry I have," I admitted. 

"And that's why I trust you not to, Mark," she assured me. "Or if you did, that you'd stop when I let you know. It's that part that has always worried me, that the guy wouldn't stop if I said it was too much. I know you would." 

"I would do what you wanted me to do," I said, which prompted Jessika to grab my hand and squeeze it. 

"So, what I've been thinking about, fantasizing about, and even getting myself off about is thoughts of you tying me up, or maybe tying me to my bed, and having your way with me." 

"I think we could arrange that," I grinned as I felt relief flood through me - with her build up, I had been concerned that she wanted something more intense, such as the intense, even degrading, domination that Jessi seemed to crave. 

"I've never trusted anyone before to tie me up, Mark," she confessed. "Especially not my ex. But it's something I've always fantasized about. I'll need to start out slowly, I think." 

"We will take it slow," I assured her. 

"And I'd like to have a safe word," the brunette informed me. "I've been reading up on this stuff online, and I think that'd be best. I like the idea of the 'green', 'yellow', 'red' system, where I can let you know how I am feeling as we do more stuff." 

"That would be fine," I agreed. 

"And just so you know where you stand, as far as what we've done so far, there have bene maybe a couple things that might have been on the edge of yellow, but nothing has been more than that," she explained. 

"That is good to know," I said. "It helps me know what you might want me to push." 

Jessika nodded, then hugged me tight. I was surprised to find that she was trembling. 

"Are you okay," I asked her as she continued to hold herself against me. 

"Oh yes," she breathed. "I'm excited, but it took a lot for me to tell you this. It's a big step for me to go from a little bit of rough pay during sex to telling a man, even you, about, um, this stuff." 

"I must confess I am a bit surprised that you are this nervous," I smiled at her. "After all, you were brave enough to go out on stage wearing almost nothing." 

Jessika snorted, and I was sure she rolled her eyes, although I could not tell for sure in the dim light, before she said, "Stripping was easy. Just wiggle and jiggle and get the money. I did not have to do anything but give a little show. This is much different." 

"But it still took courage, I would think," I countered. "Especially the first time." 

"I was drunk the first time," the brunette confessed. "And most of the times after that I was at least buzzed. It was nothing like admitting to a man I care about and respect that I want him to tie me up and ravage me." 

"You want to be ravaged?" I asked, pulling away from her a bit. 

"Yeah," she said, and I could hear confusion in her voice. "I told you I wanted you to tie me up and have your way with me." 

"I thought you just wanted to be restrained," I said. 

"I do," she replied. "But isn't that part of being tied up - that the man can have his way with the woman?" 

"Well, yes," I agreed. "But I would not think of just tying someone up as forced sex, which is what ravaging calls to mind, at least for me." 

"But it is kinda forced," Jessika reasoned. "I mean, if the woman can't resist." 

"But even tied up, the woman, or the man, can still want the sexual activity," I pointed out. 

"And part of the excitement is knowing that you can't resist because you are tied up, at least that's what excites me about the thought of it," Jessika countered. "So, I trust you not to go too far, but I also know that you can use me how you want." 

"That is different from forcing you," I maintained. 

"What if I wanted that too?" Jessika blurted out in a rush. "What if I wanted you to force me?" 

"Umm..." was all I managed before the brunette, whose breathing had grown heavy, hurried through the rest of what she wanted to say. 

"What if I wanted you to take me by force, tie me up, and really do whatever you wanted, even if I said 'no' or fought back?" 

"We could explore that, but I think we would really want to take that slowly," I told, her feeling some trepidation - I knew from my experiences with Jessi that I had my own limits with such things. 

Even as I pondered my doubts, I reached out to rub the brunette's arm to reassure her, and I found she was trembling even more than she had been before. 

"Are you sure you are okay?" I asked. 

"Yes, Mark," she breathed. "I'm nervous, and scared, and excited... and sopping wet. I can't believe I actually told you all that, and I can't believe I'm willing to put myself in your hands like that, but I am, and I want to at least see what it is like." 

"And you mean both being tied up and forced-sex-play," I clarified. 

"I think one will lead to the other," Jessika shrugged. "It always has in my fantasies." 

It hit me, as I processed what the lovely brunette had told me, how different my two lovers really were. Jessika, at thirty-one, was just exploring some things the twenty-year-old Jessi had been doing for quite a while. On the other hand, sex with Jessika was more varied, and even more satisfying on a different level, than sex with Jessi. Also, I realized, it meant quite a bit to me that Jessika trusted me enough to take a chance on something that excited and scared her. With Jessi, we did some wild, extreme things because that is what she knew. The only sexual exploration for the blonde was in the context of gentler, more emotionally laden sex. 

"Let's just see how it goes," I said, pulling myself away from comparing my two lovers. "If you like being restrained, maybe we can go more toward forced-sex-play." 

"Ok," Jessika agreed. "But the term forced-sex-play seems so, well, forced. Let's just say we're working up to you ravaging me. I like that term." 

"Well, we can call it ravishment-play," I suggested, but Jessika shook her head. 

"I would call it 'play rape', personally, as that's how I have always thought about it, but I know that's not politically correct," Jessika stated. "Plus, I think it'd make you uncomfortable. So 'ravage' or 'ravishment', if you like, sounds like a nice compromise since they aren't nearly as cold and clinical sounding as 'forced-sex-play' or, even worse, 'coerced-sex-play' or 'non-consent play'." 

"You have been doing some research on this, haven't you?" I asked. 

"Yes," the brunette admitted, and although I could not tell for sure in what little light was available, I was quite sure she was blushing. "Some a long time ago, and some more recently, especially as I began to fantasize about doing it with you." 

"Have you ever masturbated while researching it?" I asked her, surprising myself a little with the directness of my question. 

"Yes," my lover breathed. 

"And you thought about me while you did so?" I continued. 

"Oh, yes," Jessika moaned as she leaned in closer to me. 

"Are you still wet right now?" I inquired, remembering she had said she was just moments before. 

"Fuck yeah!" she groaned, and then we were kissing passionately, or tongues pushing against each other. 

I had not ben aroused during or discussion, as I had been more focused on trying to understand what Jessika was asking and what her limits were, But as we kissed, and as I thought about exploring her fantasies with my sexy, brunette lover, I hardened quickly. When Jessika reached down to grasp my penis, I was fully erect. 

"I'm not the only one excited by this, huh Mr. Warner," she teased me. 

"You are not," I agreed. 

"But this isn't all new to you, is it?" she asked as she stroked my rigid shaft. 

"No," I admitted. 

"And from what little you've told me about your ex, I doubt she was into stuff like that," she continued. 

"She was not," I said. 

"So it was either before her or after her," the brunette mused just before she leaned over and sucked in the head of my penis with a loud slurp. 

"Both," I moaned. "A little with a girlfriend in college. And more, um, recently." 

Jessika pulled her mouth from my manhood with a wet pop, then straightened up. 

"This is something you do with blonde Jessica," she said, and it was not a question. 

"Yes," I answered anyway. 

"All of it?" Jessika pursued. 

"Most of it - but she really prefers a slave girl scenario," I explained, figuring Jessika was not going to let this go until I gave her something more than 'yes' or 'no'. 

"And slave girls get tied up and forced, I imagine?" Jessika inquired, her breathing growing noticeably shallow. 

"Sometimes," I agreed. "And sometimes they submit and do whatever is demanded of them." 

"Fuck," my brunette lover moaned. "I've never really been jealous of that little bitch until right now." 

"Let's just talk about something else," I suggested, "or maybe not talk at all and just do something else." 

To my surprise, Jessika kissed me hard, then pushed me down onto my back. She straddled my hips, as she had done earlier on the couch, and began to again rub her pubic hair along my erection. 

"And you like me like this, even though she is shaved?" she inquired through heavy breaths. 

"Jessika, let's not..." 

"'Yes' or 'no', Mark," Jessika interrupted. 

"Yes," I sighed. 

"I can't stop thinking about her as your slave, tied up, and you using her however you want," the brunette groaned. "I'm jealous out of my mind, but I'm so fucking turned on too." 

"Jessika, please let's not do this," I moaned as she continued to rub her crotch against me. 

"If you have a twenty-year old little slut who'll be your slave and do whatever you want, and you and I have no commitment to each other, why do you keep this up with me?" Jessika asked. "I mean, I know she wants you all to herself, and would be willing to do whatever it took to get that. So, with everything you get form her, and everything she would probably do to get you to herself, why do you still want me?" 

"It is easy for me to be myself with you," I explained. "I mean, the sex is fantastic, of course, but I can be me and not worry about you not accepting me. That is something I have never had before with a woman. Hell, I even started writing again because you helped me relax and remember things I used to like to do." 

The brunette stopped grinding against me, and in the dim light I saw her eyes shining with moisture. 

"Fuck, Mark," she groaned, her voice choked with emotion. "Why'd you have to say something like that?" 

"It is the truth," I said as I reached up and swept a strand of hair from her forehead. "I have not been really me in a long time. Being with you has helped me find that again. You are more than a lover - you have become a dear friend. And I know you feel the same." 

I felt a drop of wetness hit my chest, then another, and I knew the brunette was crying. I did not know until she leaned down and kissed me that they were not tears of sadness, at least not completely. 

"Why'd you have to go and make me all happy and sad at the same time," she lamented, her forehead pressed against mine. "It's taken me right out of the mood to do what we were doing." 

"It was an odd mood," I pointed out, meaning what I said but also a little disappointed it had not continued. 

"Yes, it was, but you were going to get your brains fucked out," she informed me. "I can't believe how jealous I felt - or how turned on I was." 

"Are you still?" I asked. "Jealous, that is?" 

"I'm a little envious that at twenty she's brave enough to do things it's taken me more than a decade longer to work up the nerve to even talk about doing," Jessika answered after a little thought. "And I'm even more envious that she's doing those things with you, but the raw jealousy I felt is gone. I think it was something about the moment, and that's gone now." 

"She does those things because it is mainly what she has known, I think," I said. "She has a completely different set of fears than you do. The emotional closeness we have would cause her to shut down her feelings." 

"So you're saying you get what you want emotionally from me and physically from her," Jessika asked, and for the second time that night, I thought I detected some reproach in her words and her tone. 

"I would not put it that way at all," I replied. "Everything about our relationship is important to me, physical and emotional." 

"I assume you had the threesome with her and that other girl, and I assume something went wrong, given your mood for most of this past week," Jessika said, and I was sure she was steering our conversation away from what she and I felt about each other. 

I sighed, then admitted that the brunette was right on both accounts. 

"And is it all out of your system now?" she asked. 

"The threesome or Jessi?" I inquired. 

"Oh, I know the blonde is not out of your system, Mark," Jessika laughed, although there may have been a touch of bitterness behind it. "I meant the threesome." 

"Then yes, I would say it is," I replied. 

"And you've not added the other blonde to your rotation, have you?" the brunette inquired. "I don't think you're up to splitting time between three women." 

Again, my lover's tone was light on the surface but with an edge lingering in it. I did not know if that edge was anger, or jealousy, or concern, or some combination of emotions, so I tried my best to reassure her. 

"No, I have not," I told her. "And I am not even sure I will have two to worry about anymore." 

"Don't be so confident you'll have even one," she snapped, but then she leaned forward and embraced me. 

As the curvaceous brunette hugged me, I felt the press of her enhanced breasts against me chest, as well as the feel of her pubic hair on my penis, as she still was straddling me. Despite everything that had happened, this combination caused my arousal, which had waned, to strengthen again and become apparent to the lovely woman on top of me. 

"Is your dick getting hard again, Mark Warner?" Jessika asked as she pushed herself up so she was braced on her arms above me. 

"Yes," I admitted. 

"And why's that?" she pushed. 

"Because the way it felt when your breasts were pushed against my chest and your pussy was pressed against me," I replied. 

"It wasn't because you were thinking about another woman?" she inquired. 

"I was not thinking about anyone but you," I replied. "And your incredible pussy." 

"This pussy?" she laughed as she wiggled her crotch against me, which caused me to become even more rigid. 

Then she giggled and did it again. By that point, I was nearly fully erect, which I was sure she could tell. 

"Well, it is against my better judgment to fuck you right now," she teased me. "But since I already relented on giving you some benefits tonight, and more than once at that, I may as well relent on this too." 

"Or maybe I could just take what I want," I teased her back. 

Jessika's breath caught for a moment, and I felt her eyes on me. Then she let out the breath she was holding and shook her head. 

"Not yet, Mark," she breathed. "But just you saying it makes me... want to break all my own rules with you, just like I always do." 

"It does not make you want to ride my cock until you cum?" I asked as I reached up and pinched and pulled her nipples. 

"Fuck yes, it does," she groaned. "I just don't understand how I can go from not intending to have sex with you one moment to not being able to stop myself the next." 

"I am irresistible, perhaps?" I suggested, intending it as a joke. 

"You are to me," the brunette answered, and I knew she was not joking. 

Then, without another word, she raised her crotch up off of me, reached between us, held my erect penis so it was straight up, and then positioned herself so she could slide her wet warmth down it. As she came to rest against me with the whole length of my shaft inside of her, we both moaned simultaneously. 

"God, I love riding your cock," she told me as she began to slide up and down it. "It fills me perfectly." 

I groaned and squeezed both of her breasts as they hung above me. Then I began to pinch and pull on her now fully engorged nipples, pausing occasionally to lift my torso up so I could lick first one, then the other, before returning to torturing them with my fingers. 

"Do you like the feel of my wet cunt sliding up and down on you?" Jessika asked after a little bit. 

"Fuck yes," I responded as she began to increase her tempo. 

"I bet the little blonde's is tighter," she said. 

"Jessika, please..." I responded, but my words trailed off into a moan and the curvy brunette began to really slam herself up and down my pole. 

"Tell me, Mark," she growled between her own moans. 

"It is different," I said, but Jessika shook her head and pushed herself up so she was sitting straight up, my manhood buried deep inside of her. She then raked her fingernails along my chest as she began bouncing rapidly up and down. 

"Fucking answer me," she snarled as she rode me hard. "Is her cunt tighter?" 

"Yes," I snapped back. "But being inside you is amazing. You are a better fit for me. Sometimes she is too tight." 

Jessika stopped moving and sat still with me all the way inside of her. I was waiting for her to speak, but instead I heard muffled tale-tell squeaks coming from her mouth. I made myself focus on her in the dim light, and I saw that she was holding one of her hands over her mouth. 

"Did you just cum?" I demanded. 

"Yes," she finally said, when her body had relaxed and she had quite squeaking. "What the fuck is wrong with me tonight? I almost came just from talking about her before, and now I did cum when you were, well, you know." 

"Um, well, I guess...," was all I managed to get out before Jessika started talking again. 

"And I felt so jealous when you said she was tighter," she admitted. "But when you said I was a better fit, it is like my insides just turned to jelly and I couldn't stop from cumming." 

"I don't know what to say," I confessed, deciding I might as well just put it out there. 

"Tell me to get on my hands and knees so you can fuck me from behind," the brunette suggested. 

"You still want to, um, keep going?" I asked, surprised. I had figured we were likely done for the night, despite the fact I was still fully erect. 

"I want you to fuck me from behind," she reiterated. "And I want you to tell me you are going to do it." 

For a moment we remained still, then I bucked her off of me and rolled over and up onto my knees. 

"On your hands and knees, slut," I commanded her. "I am going to fuck you like a bitch in heat." 

"Fuck, Mark," the brunette gasped, but she quickly did as she was told. When she was in position, I pushed her legs further apart to give me better access to her, then, without warning her, I grabbed her hips and slammed myself as deep into her as I could. 

"OOOHHH FFFUUUCCCKKK," my lover yelped as I violated her. 

"I thought you did not want any 'rough stuff'," I whispered in her ear as I leaned down against her back. 

"You know what I fucking want and need," she moaned. 

"Do you want to hear what it was like for me to fuck the other blonde during the threesome?" I asked Jessika, prompting a whimper as well as a shiver. "I rammed my cock deep inside of her while she licked Jessi's pussy. Every thrust drove her face deeper into Jessi's crotch." 

"Just tell me about the girl you fucked," Jessika rasped between ragged breaths. "Was her pussy tight? Did it feel good? Did you smack her ass as you fucked her?" 

"It was tight and wet, just like yours right now," I told her. "And yes, I smacked her ass, like this." 

I gave Jessika a sharp slap on each of her magnificent but cheeks, which caused the brunette to gasp and grunt. I did not tell her I had spanked Amara before I had sex with her, not during. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 17



When Jessika's alarm went off in the morning, I was not quite sure where I was. However, when I saw the lovely - and naked - brunette get out of bed and stretch, it all came back to me. 

After stretching, Jessika turned back toward the bed and caught me staring at her. She grinned then turned again and walked into her bathroom, her hips swaying smoothly as she went. Sighing, I rolled over and looked at the clock, then groaned. It was just after 6:00am. If I had been home, I would have probably slept for at least a couple of more hours. I did not teach any classes on Friday, and my office hours were in the afternoon, so my Friday mornings tended to be quite relaxed. On the other hand, considering how problematic sleep had been for me that week, had I been home alone I might not have slept at all. 

When I heard Jessika start the shower, it gave me an idea. I made myself get out of bed and walk into her now steamy bathroom. I saw the basic shape of her incredible body even through the frosted glass, and I smiled before I pulled open the door and stepped in. 

"I don't have time to mess around, Mark," Jessika said in a matter-of-fact tone, but she moved back to give me more room in the shower. 

"I just want to take a shower with you, and maybe rub soap all over your sexy body," I told the brunette as I stepped closer and then kissed her. 

"I guess that's okay," she agreed. 

For the next several minutes, we washed each other's hair, then bodies. I spent a little more time than necessary, perhaps, soaping up Jessika's breasts, which caused her nipples to harden. The brunette, for her part, spent perhaps more time than she needed to on my penis and scrotum, and I was not at all flaccid by the time she was done. 

"It's a shame to leave with you with that, Mark," she grinned. "But I warned you."

"Maybe I will have to find someone to take care of it, since you do not have the time," I teased her. 

Jessika's grin disappeared and her eyes grew cold as she stared at me. Then, without warning, she turned off the water, opened the shower door, and walked out. I stood there for a heartbeat, then I followed her. She was standing not two feet away, vigorously toweling herself off while she deliberately avoided looking my way. 

"I was kidding, Jessika," I told her. 

The brunette closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and looked at me. 

"Last night was really weird for me, Mark," she said. "I tried to tell you that before we fell asleep."

"I know," I admitted. "I should not have teased you."

"No, I shouldn't have gotten pissed," Jessika said, her eyes losing some of their glacial coldness. "It's just that I've never - and I mean never - been turned on by feeling jealous before, and I doubt it will happen again. Last night just had a really weird energy to it."

"So you did not mean what you said about wanting to be tied up, or, um, ravaged?" I asked. 

The brunette's mouth opened, but no sound came out. Her face did, however, turn as red as I had ever seen it. 

"Um, no, I meant all that," she said, not looking at me. "And I still do."

"So why are you so embarrassed about it?" I pushed. 

"Because I'm standing here, in the light of day, in my bathroom, talking about wanting you to do, uh, that stuff to me," she explained, finally meeting my eyes. 

"After all the things we have done..." I started. 

"I can still get embarrassed about talking about them, yes," she finished with a weak smile. 

"Okay," I said, unsure what else to do. "I'll just leave you alone and let you get ready."

About twenty minutes later, Jessika and I were eating toast in her kitchen when she said, "By the way, I'm still thinking about letting you take a video of us. I meant it that I'd not decided yet. But, you know my concern."

"I can ask someone on the IT staff how to encrypt a file so only people with the code can see it," I told her. 

"Maybe that would be okay," she said, then smiled. "It'd make me feel better, I think."

"I will let you know what I find out," I said. "In the meantime, we could always start out with some light bondage, if you want. Maybe next weekend? We could go up to a cabin an old friend of mine has at a lake north of here. He rarely uses it, and I can check and see..." 

"You mean for Valentine's Day?" Jessika asked, and her tone stopped me short. 

"Well, for the weekend," I said, watching her eyes for her reaction. "And that would include Friday, which is Valentine's Day, but it would not be for that reason."

"I'm not doing anything with you on Valentine's Day, Mark," the brunette declared as she stared at me, her eyes defiant. 

"It would not be for Valentine's Day," I tried to assure her. "It would be just time for us..."

"No Valentine's Day, Mark. Period." 

"Okay, no Valentine's Day," I agreed. "We can go up there on Saturday and spend the night and explore..." 

"No," Jessika told me emphatically. "Not next weekend."

"Do you have other plans?" I asked, which prompted a blazing glare. 

"Fuck, no!" she snapped. "And I don't intend to, other than to go out with friends who I'm not fucking and who're in no danger of, well, getting the wrong idea."

"Oh," I said, as her concern suddenly became clear to me. "Don't worry, sexy. I will not get the wrong idea. It would just be us getting together for some kinky fun."

"I have to go now, Mark," the brunette informed me coolly. "Time for you to go, too."

"I did not mean to upset you," I told her as she stood at her front door. 

Jessika looked down, shook her head, and sighed. 

"I know, Mark," she said when she looked up at me again. "It's just that I need to keep our relationship where it is, because it's good for me like this, and going somewhere on Valentine's Day wouldn't be keeping it where it needs to be."

"Okay," I agreed, although, not for the first time, I wondered if Jessika might actually feel more for me than she really wanted to allow herself to feel. "I understand."

I also wondered exactly what it was that I felt for her. I knew it was not what I had felt for my ex-wife, and I knew it was not the same as what I felt for Jessi, but I also knew my relationship with the thirty-one year old brunette was very important to me, for the friendship as well as for the sex, and if she needed to keep it as it was, that was probably best for me as well. 

"Thanks, Mark," she said as we walked out her door. "And you'll understand, then, that I may need to have some time away from the, um, benefits side of things, maybe for a couple of weeks. At least until after next weekend."

I almost objected and pointed out that there were days between now and Valentine's Day that we could be together, as well as days the week after. However, before I had a chance to say anything, I realized that she was making sure she kept some distance between us, just as she had done after our trip to Monterey. I might not agree with her reasoning or her time frame, but I decided in that moment it would be best to honor her wishes. 

"No problem, Jessika." I told her. "I'll text you later."

"Okay, Mark," the brunette said as she got into her car. "Sorry that I am being a bitch about everything."

"You are not being a bitch," I assured her as she started her car. 

The brunette smiled and shrugged, then shut her door. With a wave, she drove off, leaving me standing in the parking lot of her apartment complex. 

***

One of the benefits of my strange evening and morning with Jessika, and the doubts and concerns that certain parts of our time together had brought about, was that I did not think only about Jessi the next day. Sure, thoughts of her took up a fair amount of my time, but they had to compete with my thoughts about her older, curvier counterpart. 

Surprisingly, I found that splitting my time thinking about both my lovers was less stressful than obsessing on one of them, and I was in a fairly positive mood when I was finally home on Friday evening. That mood was not to last long, however. 

At just after 8:00pm, my phone rang. I did not recognize the number, but I answered anyway. 

After my 'hello', a female voice blurted out, "That vindictive little cunt fucked my boyfriend last night while I was at work."

For a moment, I had no idea who it was or what she meant, then I realized the voice was Amara's and the meaning of what she said settled on to me. 

"Jessi did?" I asked, even though I already knew that was who the eighteen-year-old had meant. 

"Yes. She sent me an email telling me all about it," Amara informed me. "So, I confronted my asshole boyfriend about it, and he admitted it."

"Shit," was all I could say. 

"Yep," the young woman agreed. "And double shit for me, since I live with the dickhole who just fucked another girl in our bed because they both thought it was unfair that you'd fucked me but he didn't get to fuck her."

"I am sorry, Amara," I told her. "What are you going to do?"

"Leave his sorry ass," she said. "I have a friend I can stay with. Or I could even go back to my parents, I 

guess."

I almost told Amara that she could stay with me, and as I thought about that, my mind filled with visions of the possibilities that such a thing would bring. But then reason prevailed. It occurred to me that I would lose both Jessi and Jessika if I were to start something up with Amara. And that was not even taking into account the issue that she was simply too young for me.

"Thank you for telling me," I said, having successfully fought the urge to make my life even more complicated than it had already become. "I do not know what I will do, though. I guess I need to have a talk with her."

"Better you than me," Amara snarled. "I'd probably punch her right now."

"Just take care of yourself," I told the young woman, choosing not to acknowledge her threat of violence against Jessi. 

"I will," Amara replied. "You too."

There was a pause, and for a moment I thought she had hung up, but then Amara said, "I think you guys are bad together and that maybe you should think about that."

After those words, the young woman terminated the call, and I was left to ponder what she had said. It echoed many of my own thoughts, but I knew I could not just let it all go, no matter how obvious it was becoming that Jessi and I were quite possibly toxic for each other. 

***

About an hour after my conversation with Amara, I was standing at Jessi's door, knocking. When the blonde finally opened her door, I barely recognized her. The over-sized, gray sweatshirt she was wearing looked familiar, as did the black yoga pants, but the person inside of them looked little like the sexy, intense young woman whom I knew. Her face, always thin, was drawn and devoid of any makeup. Puffy, dark half-circles hung beneath her listless eyes, and her hair, usually neat and soft, looked tangled and unwashed. 

"Hi, Jessi," I said as I took in her distressed appearance. 

"Hey Mark," she slurred, and I smelled the distinct scent of alcohol on her breath. "If you came over looking to fuck, I'm guessin' you aren't now, the way you're lookin' at me."

"My I come in?" I asked, choosing to ignore her comment as well as her condition that had caused it to be somewhat confused in its phrasing. 

"Sure," she shrugged, before turning and walking - somewhat unsteadily - to her small kitchen, leaving me at her door and the door wide open. 

I stepped into her studio apartment, shutting the door behind me. The smell struck me first - a mix of alcohol, dirty clothes, and body odor. Then I noticed clothes and at least three wine bottles strewn about in a way that was not characteristic for the Jessi I knew. Her apartment had always been tidy when I had been over before. 

"I'd offer wine," she called from kitchenette, "but it's all gone, gone, gone. I've got some tequila, though."

I walked toward Jessi and saw that she was holding an empty bottle, which she was squinting at uncertainly. 

"Shit," she groaned. "The fucking tequila's gone too."

"Maybe some water would be good," I said, taking the empty bottle from the blonde, who had been staring at it as if she was hoping more liquor would magically appear. 

"Fuck water," she responded, "Water doesn't make me feel better. I need tequila."

"Is the tequila really making you feel better, Jessi?" I asked her, stepping closer to her while trying to ignore the sour smells that seemed to hang around her.

"It's makin' me feel less," she said. 

"Jessi, I really think you need some water right now," I told her as I took one of her hands.

I was surprised how dry the young woman's skin felt, and I realized that she was likely in the early stages of dehydration. I also saw, as I looked at her hand more closely, that her nails were shorter than I had ever seen them and ragged. I seemed quite obvious that she had chewed them until they were too short to chew any more. 

"NO!" she yelled, pulling her hand away from me. "I DON'T WANT FUCKING WATER!"

"You are too young to buy alcohol," I pointed out to her, "And I am not going to get any for you, so water is your only choice."

"I'll just blow the fat, nasty guy at the liquor store," Jessi advised me as she shrugged one shoulder. "How'd you think I got the wine and tequila before?"

I did not say anything. I just stared at the blonde, trying to decide if she was serious, and if she was, when it might have happened. Jessi seemed to follow my train of thought, because she let out a harsh laugh as she returned my stare, although I was not sure she could actually focus on my face for any significant length of time. 

"I did that before we were together, Marky," she snickered. "Last time I needed alcohol. I can do it again. He loved it."

"Do you have water in the fridge?" I asked Jessi, trying to ignore what she was saying as I was sure it was intended to provoke a reaction from me. 

"Yes," the blonde groaned as she rolled her eyes. 

"Sit down and I'll bring some to you," I told her. 

With an exasperated sigh, Jessi sat down on the end of her bed. Or rather, she intended to sit down on the end of her bed; however, she sat too close the edge and slid off, landing hard on her bottom. 

"FUCK!" she yelled as she sat on the floor at the end of her bed. "That fucking hurt!"

"Here, drink this," I said as I handed her a bottle of water I had taken from her refrigerator. 

"Fuck you, Warner," she snapped, flipping me off. 

"Just drink it, Jessi," I barked, then I took the bottle, pushed it between her lips, and tilted it up. 

The blonde pushed my hand away, glared up at me, then said, "If you're gonna force somethin' into my mouth, it should be your cock, not a fucking water bottle."

"That is not helping, Jessi," I said, moving the bottle of water back toward her lips. 

"Just give it to me," she growled as she snatched the bottle from me. 

Still glaring at me, the young woman drained the bottle of water before she threw the empty bottle at me. 

"I don't feel any better," she complained. 

"You will," I assured her. "You are a little dehydrated, I think, and it will help you with that, in time."

"Wanna fuck while we wait?" the blonde asked in what she must have thought was a seductive voice. 

"I did not come over for that, Jessi," I said. "I need to talk to you about what happened with Amara's boyfriend."

"Fuck! The stupid little cunt snitched on me, didn't she?" Jessi snarled. "But, she got what she deserved. I told her that fuckin' you was off-limits."

"Amara did tell me what happened," I admitted. 

"And you came over to tell me what a slut I am for fucking her boyfriend, right?" the young woman sneered. "Well, I was, and you both got what you had coming. He wasn't very good, though, so I didn't get much from it."

"You were wrong to do it," I pushed on. "It has put Amara in a bad situation..."

"You fuckin' her?" Jessi asked, sitting up straight and locking on me with an intense stare, her eyes suddenly filled with blue fire. 

"No, Jessi," I sighed. "I have not seen her since, um, our time together."

"What about Big Tits? You fuck her lately? Jessi asked. 

"This is not about anyone with whom I am having sex, Jessi," I told her sternly. "This is about you deliberately having sex with Amara's boyfriend as a way to hurt her and me."

"Ok, I admit it," she said, still staring at me. "I was a bad girl. You gonna spank me, Mr. Warner? And then you gonna fuck me? You want my mouth or cunt?"

"I am not having sex with you when you are like this," I snapped, starting to lose my patience. 

"Aw, come on, baby," the young woman said, standing up and starting toward me. "Use me and abuse me. We both know what I like."

"Jessi, that is not going to happen," I told her. 

The blonde sneered then tried to pull her sweatshirt off. She had it far enough up that I saw that her modest but perfectly shaped breasts were braless before she stumbled and fell, the shirt still over her head. 

At first, I thought Jessi was laughing as I helped her sit up and pulled her sweatshirt back down. But as her face came into view, I saw the tears streaming down her cheeks, and I realized what I thought was laughter was really sobbing. 

"I fucked it all up, Mark," she moaned. "You must hate me."

"I do not hate you, Jessi," I reassured her. "I could never hate you."

"You should," the blonde sniffed. "Amara does. She left a thingy on my phone... what's it called... a voicemail. She said she hated me."

"You were hurt because of what happened - what I did," I said. "You lashed out. It was a mistake, but it is not worth poisoning yourself with alcohol."

"Numbs the pain," Jessi mumbled, and I realized she was fighting to keep her eyes open. "Gonna sleep now."

With that, the blonde slumped over on the floor of her apartment. I could not tell if she was asleep or had passed out, but either way I was not leaving her lying on the floor. 

After some struggle, I managed to move the still unconscious young woman onto her bead. I would have liked to have put her in the shower, both to try to sober her up a bit and to help with the odor, but I thought she needed sleep more at that moment. 

As Jessi slept, I cleaned up her apartment, putting all the trash in one bag and her dirty clothes in a different bag. I also checked to make sure there was no more alcohol anywhere in her apartment. When that was all done, I lay down beside her and rubbed her side. And even though she did not wake up while I rubbed her, she did seem to relax and sleep easier while I did it. 

At some point I must have drifted off to sleep myself, because the next thing I knew morning light was coming in through the blinds. I pushed myself up on one elbow and looked down at the blonde sleeping on her back beside me. She must have removed both her sweatshirt and her yoga pants during the night, as she was only wearing panties. For several seconds, I fought to tear my eyes away from her breasts, particularly her small, dark pink nipples, which were clearly hard. Finally, I made myself look away as I ignored the slight stiffening of my penis. I knew it was not a good time to be aroused around the young woman. 

As I sat there, Jessi began to stir. Suddenly, she started to sit upright, then grabbed her head and sank back down on the bed. 

"Fuck, my head hurts," she whimpered.

"You will need some water," I said as I reached down and ran my fingers along her cheek. "You are dehydrated. When did you...?"

"Start drinking?" the blonde finished in a hoarse voice, her eyes still closed. "Last Friday night, after you left." 

"So, the last week," I sighed. "Even when you were, um, with Amara's boyfriend."

"I barely remember all that," Jessi admitted. "I was pretty fucked up. I'm not even quite sure how I got there."

"It was very stupid, Jessi," I pointed out. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 17



"Fucking him or driving over there shitfaced?" the young woman asked. 

"Both," I replied. 

Jessi opened her eyes and looked at me, and the pain in them immediately made me feel guilty for what I had said and what I was thinking. 

"Sorry, Mark," she whispered. "You must think I'm a stupid cunt."

"I think what you did was not very smart, Jessi," I responded, choosing my words more carefully than I had moments prior. "But I know you are not stupid. You have just made some, well, bad decisions. And please do not call yourself that."

"Oh, like your decision to fuck Amara was that smart?" Jessi snapped, pushing herself up to a sitting position as her eyes suddenly filled with their usual intensity.

I was trying to think of what to say when the blonde groaned and lay back down, closing her eyes again.

"This is the worst fucking hangover," she complained. 

"Do you, um, I mean, have you...?" I started, trying to ask the young woman about whether she had much experience with hangovers."

"Drink like this? Not lately," she told me. "I've only had some wine now and then since we, you know, got together. I used to, probably too much."

"I meant have you had many hangovers," I clarified. 

"Oh," Jessi replied. "Yeah, I've had a few hangovers, but nothin' like this."

"You need to drink some water," I advised her. 

"Or a good fucking," she countered, opening her eyes enough to look up at me. "That was the best cure I ever tried."

"This is hardly the time for that, Jessi," I said, shaking my head. 

"Fuck, you're right," she said, wrinkling up her nose. "I need a shower first, I haven't had one since, well, before Trevor."

"Who is Trevor?" I asked, then it hit me. "Oh."

"Yeah, pretty nasty," she sighed. "Will you help me to the shower?"

"Umm, sure," I agreed. 

"Thanks," Jessi said, giving me a weak smile. "Help me up."

I pulled my young lover to a sitting position, which elicited another groan and a shake of her head. 

"Shit, my head is pounding," she whined.

"We will take it slow," I assured her as I helped her to her feet, then supported her as we walked to her small bathroom. 

When we reached the bathroom, Jessi sat on the closed toilet as I started the shower and adjusted the temperature until it felt right. 

"I think it is good," I said, turning to the blonde, who had her head in her hands. 

"My head is feels like it's splitting open," she whimpered. "Can you help me into the shower?"

"Sure, honey," I told her as I put my hands on her waist and drew her up to her feet. 

I could not help but notice that Jessi's small nipples were hard, nor did I miss the look in her eyes as she stared up at me. 

"Will you fuck me when I'm all clean?" she breathed as one of her hands traced across my chest and the other rubbed my penis through my jeans. 

"Jessi, I do not think that is a good idea," I replied. "You need to hydrate, and probably eat."

The blonde looked at me for several seconds, her stare, as was typical, lasting too long to be entirely comfortable. 

"Maybe you could give me some protein right now," she suggested with a small grin. "Think that would help?" 

"Wouldn't that make your headache worse?" I asked. 

"Maybe not if you held my head still and fucked my mouth," she countered. 

I knew it was wrong, but the look in her eyes, the closeness of her, and what she was suggesting was having an effect on me. I could feel my penis hardening and starting to push against my pants. 

"No, Jessi," I said, shaking my head even as she dropped to her knees and began pulling at my pants. 

"No," I repeated, louder, as I steeped back. "Take your shower, drink some water and eat. Then we will see how you feel."

The blonde climbed to her feet, her anger written all over her face, as she yelled, "You are not my fucking dad, Mark. Quit telling me what to do!"

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Jessi cringed, grabbed her head, closed her eyes, and moaned loudly. 

"Fuck, it hurts," she cried, and I saw tears forming at the corner of her tightly shut eyes. 

"Get in the shower," I instructed. "I will get some food ready for you."

The young woman, her eyes still closed, nodded and slid her panties down her legs. Carefully stepping out of them, she turned and felt for the shower door. I grabbed her waist lightly and steered her into the shower stall. 

"That feels better," she sighed as the warm water hit her. "Thank you, Mark."

"Will you be okay in here?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said, not looking back. "I'll be okay."

I left Jessi in the shower and went to her kitchen. From my cleanup efforts the night before, I knew that she had almost no food in her apartment other than cold pizza and instant oatmeal. I figured the oatmeal would be much better for her than the pizza, so I heated some water in the microwave, then mixed it with the oatmeal. 

As I worked on getting the oatmeal ready, I let my mind wander back to Jessi's statement that I was not her father. Of course, I had always been aware of the age difference between us, and I knew that I had never felt the same way about anyone else I had ever been with, but for the first time I really thought how those two things went together. What especially struck me anew was something that I had pondered several times before but not from the perspective I was not considering. I had known for some time that the same things I could do with or say to Jessika with little or no concern would often cause me considerable anguish and self-doubt when it came to Jessi. For the first time, I truly realized that, perhaps, there was a protective, even paternal, aspect to my feelings for the twenty-year-old. 

I was drawn away from my troubling thoughts when I heard loud retching sounds from the bathroom. I hurried in to the steam filled room, where I found Jessi kneeling on the floor of her shower, shaking from having been sick. 

"It just came over me," she whimpered. "I couldn't stop it."

"It is okay, baby," I told her, steeping far enough into the shower to take her hand and help her up. 

"I feel better," she said once she was back on her feet. "I'll be out in a bit."

I went back to the kitchenette and sat at her small table, waiting for her. When Jessi emerged from the shower, the sight of her drove all concern about the nature of my feelings for her out of my mind. My young lover was completely naked and enthralling. Her towel-dried hair fell around her face, darker and wavier than normal, framing her thin, almost elfin face. Her slim yet feminine body seemed to glow with a radiance more than just cleanliness. 

"You look beautiful," I blurted out almost before I was even aware I was going to say anything. 

The twenty-year-old blonde looked at me for several seconds, her eyes shining with that familiar intensity as she stared just a tad too long. When I was on the verge of adding something else, just to break the silence, she blinked several times before her face lit up with a huge smile. 

Jessi rushed over to where I sat, and as she did, I could not help but noticing how her delicious body moved and shook as she did so. Her shapely breasts bounced nicely, as did her damp hair. As I stood to meet her, I immediately became aware of the effect that the sight of her was having on me - my hardening manhood pushed uncomfortably against my pants. 

Even though I thought I was prepared for Jessi to hug me, she still knocked me back a step or two, despite her small frame. I had just managed to stabilize myself when she grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me as forcefully and as passionately as she ever had before. It was so intense that I was breathing heavy ad Jessi was panting when we finally broke apart. 

"I'm gonna get some clothes," she said, giving another huge smile. "I think you will be too distracted otherwise."

With that, the young blonde grabbed my erection through my jeans and squeezed it tightly before she strutted across the small studio apartment. And while she did not quite have the shape for it the way that Jessika did, Jessi still managed to put quite a bit of sway into her hips. And that her movements were not as fluidic as those of my other paramour did not diminish the raw sexuality of the show she was putting on for me.

I sat down heavily in the chair and watched Jessi dress. And although she put on clothing nearly identical to what she had been wearing when I had arrived the night before - yoga pants (dark gray instead of black) and a sweatshirt (blue instead of gray), the effect was completely different. Whereas she had looked worn out and unkempt then, she now looked relaxed and surprisingly alluring. 

As the blonde sat across from me, she brushed several strands of her still damp hair back, grinning at me as she did so. I tried to tell her that the oatmeal was for her, which was pointless as she could see I had set it out in the place opposite from where I sat, but my mouth and lips were too dry, and instead I gave a small cough before I used my tongue to quickly wet my lips. 

Jess looked down at her oatmeal, still grinning, then began to eat it, looking up at me every few seconds. I still had not managed to say a word. I was too distracted by the thought of how she had looked when she came out of the shower - naked, clean, refreshed, and naturally beautiful - and by my attempts to divert those thoughts so I could get rid of my erection. 

"Did I say something last night about blowing the liquor store guy?" Jessi asked abruptly, her cheeks reddening a bit. 

Her voice, and especially the question she asked broke, me out of own thoughts, and I managed to say, "Um, yeah, you said something about that."

"Oh. Well, shit. I was hoping that had been a dream," Jessi continued as she blushed even more. "I didn't really do that. I just wanted to say something to piss you off. I was hoping you would just get pissed and fuck me, I guess. I was pretty fucked up." 

I nodded but did not say anything. I was relieved that she had not really given a liquor store clerk a blowjob to obtain alcohol, but I was conflicted on the source of my relief. Was it relief because, as Jessi's lover, I did not want her being intimate physically with anyone else? Or was it relief based on the protective feelings that I had not truly realized I possessed. 

I was in the midst of pondering this when Jessi's foot ran up my leg, squeezed between my knees, and found my groin. My arousal, which may have started to abate slightly as I analyzed my feelings for the young blonde, returned full forces as her bare foot rubbed against the bulge in my pants. 

"I guess you are not too pissed at me for lying about it last night, huh?" my lover laughed.

"No, I am not," I admitted. "I am happy that is not something you really did."

"I've done it before," Jessi replied, her eyes suddenly blazing with some intense emotion. "Not since we've been together, though. But I've sucked off guys for helping me, or for getting me alcohol or into a club."

I swallowed and stared at her. I did not even try to think of anything to say. Rather, I pondered whether the young woman was trying to get a rise out of me. Even though I hated the thought of what she was saying, I wanted to think that she was just confessing, for lack of a better word, but knowing how much she liked me to take charge and be sexually aggressive, I suspected she was trying to make me mad so I would be forceful with her. 

Finally, after several seconds of silence, in which her foot had continued to rub my rigid shaft through my pants, I managed to respond, "I do not really want to talk about that, Jessi. What I would like is to make love to you, to show you that, despite everything, despite us hurting each other, I care for you deeply."

Whatever emotion had burned in the blonde's blue eyes before faded as they softened and tears started to form in them. She dropped her foot from my groin, then stood up. I stood up as well and took her hand. I then led her around the table and out of her kitchenette. We stopped beside her bed, and I put my hands gently on her waist and pulled her tightly against me. 

Softly at first, then more urgently, I kissed her, pushing my tongue just past her lips as she moaned then pushed her own forward to meet mine. It was a much less physically intense kiss than the one we had shared before she dressed, yet it was every bit as passionate. 

While we held the kiss, we began pulling at each other's clothes. Finally, we had to break apart as we divested ourselves of our shirts. I immediately began licking on sucking on the blonde's small but very hard nipples, and as I did so, she worked first on my belt then on the buttons of my jeans. She had just managed to slip one slender hand inside my briefs when I decided to make this all about her before she could focus on pleasing me. 

Putting my hands on her shoulders, I straightened up, looked Jessi straight in the eyes, winked, and then pushed her back with enough force that she fell sprawled across her bed. The young woman stared up at me, a confused look on her face. I winked at her again, then leaned down, grabbed the waist of her yoga pants, and quickly peeled them off of her. 

Once I had her pants off, I firmly pushed the blonde's legs apart, exposing her glistening labia. I gave my lover a quick smile, then got to my knees between her outstretched legs. As I began to lick and kiss her, I was momentarily distracted by the feel of stubble against my lips and tongue - I was so accustomed to Jessi being smoothly shaven that it took me a second or two to process the roughness I had encountered. But the distraction was gone almost as soon as it arose; the intoxicating aroma and sweet taste of her aroused state drove away all thought other than those focused on pleasuring the sexy woman in front of me. 

Jessi began to moan and squirm the moment my tongue and lips began teasing her, and she laced her fingers through my hair and gasped when I curled up my tongue and shoved it past her lips and into the warm wetness of her pussy. I kept this up for several seconds, and by the time I moved my tongue up to lick at her clit, my lips and chin were covered with her juices and the blonde was moaning and clutching at my hair. 

"Oh fuck yes!" she exclaimed when I began flicking my tongue against her most sensitive spot. "Oh yes, yes, yes, Mark! Lick my little clit!"

I was, of course, more than happy to oblige her. And as I licked her "little clit," I began running my hands along her thighs, then up her waist, and finally across her chest. Jessi, feeling my hands on her breasts, arched her back to push them up. At the same time, she grabbed my hair tighter than before and began to moan with increasing tempo and volume. 

While maintaining my attention to the blonde's clitoris, I began to massage her breasts, making sure to concentrate on her firm nipples every few seconds. Soon, Jessi was writhing on the bed as my fingers and my tongue teamed up drive her to the point of no return. 

"OH FUCK I'M CUMMING!" she cried as she used her grip on my hair to hold my face against her thrusting groin. 

I thought about backing off while she climaxed, but instead I kept licking her clit and pinching and twisting her nipples. As I did this, Jessi's orgasm seemed to stretch out longer than normal, her body going rigid and remaining so for several heartbeats. The blonde was strangely silent during this time, although I thought I might have heard a series of very low moans. 

Suddenly, the young woman shrieked then fell limp against the bed as her hands slipped out of my hair and her arms fell to her side. At that point, I finally quit licking her and released her nipples from my fingers as well. I straightened up, expecting her to have her eyes closed as she recovered from what I suspected was an intense orgasm. Instead, however, I found her lovely blue eyes were open, and she locked those eyes on mine as soon as I looked at her. 

"That was fucking awesome," she breathed. 

"I am glad you liked it," I teased her.

"I more than liked it, Mr. Warner," she smiled. "I fucking loved it. And my headache is all gone now too."

"I am happy to hear that," I told her, but I noticed she had dropped her eyes from mine and was staring at my erect penis, which had found its way out of my briefs while I had been licking her. 

"You want me to help you out with that?" she said, grinning, when she noticed I had seen where she was looking. 

"No," I said. "I want to slide it inside of you and make love to you."

The young woman bit her bottom lip and nodded. She then turned on the bed and slid up, freeing up space for me to get between her legs. I quickly removed my shoes, socks, jeans and underwear, then climbed on the bed and maneuvered between her widespread legs. 

I was just about to position myself to enter her when Jessi pushed herself up with one arm, grabbed my neck with the other, and pulled me forward for a kiss. 

"I love tasting my juices on your lips, Mark," she sighed after she broke the kiss. 

My lover lay back down on her back even as she brought her legs up so that her feet were clasped against my buttocks. Feeling the pressure of her legs trying to draw me in, I grabbed my shaft, placed it between her engorged labia, and slowly sunk into her warmth. Jessi shuddered when I entered her, then shuddered again when I was fully inside of her. She also clamped her legs around me and held me in place. 

Smiling, I began to move my pelvis from side to side, causing my erection to move around inside her tight vagina. This resulted in yet another shudder, as well as sound that was somehow the mixture of a gasp and a high pitched moan. My movement also caused her legs to relax a bit, which gave me the room I need to slowly, deliberately, begin thrusting in and out of her clinging pussy. 

"God, that feels so fucking good," the blonde groaned. "I love having your thick cock inside of me, Mr. Warner. Do you like fucking my tight pussy?"

"I like making love to you," I replied, and our eyes met right before Jessi closed hers and pushed her groin up against mine just as I sank fully inside of her. 

"I like that too, Mark," she whispered, her eyes still closed, as she lifted her right hand and began to run it across my chest. "More than I ever expected to."

Instead of replying, I leaned forward, pinning her hand underneath my torso as I kissed her. Jessi did not bother to try to free her hand; rather, she grabbed my hair with her free hand and held me in place as she kissed me back. But she had not needed to do so, as I had no intention of breaking that kiss too soon. 

When I finally did relent and straighten up, Jessi, her eyes now open, whispered, "You are fucking wonderful."

"So are you, honey," I smiled even as I began thrusting in and out of her slightly faster.

"You're gonna make me cum again," she panted as her breathing grew more rapid. 

"I hope so," I responded. "You are incredibly beautiful when you climax."

"Oh my God," the blonde gasped quietly as a shiver ran through her slender frame. 

"Oh my God," she repeated as the rhythmic spasms in her pussy gripped tightly at my shaft, causing me to slow down, then stop, in order to keep from climaxing myself. 

"OH MY GOD!" Jessi yelled, and although her body did not remain tensed for as long as it had for her previous orgasm, she lay still longer afterward, eyes closed, as a pink flush spread along her face and breasts.

"How was that one?" I asked my lover when she finally opened her eyes again. 

The young woman's grin told me all I needed to know. I smiled back at her and then, gently, started moving in and out of her again. I was not surprised to find that Jessi was still wet - she always seemed to ready for more pretty quickly after an orgasm - but I was surprised when she shook her head no and pushed against my chest. I immediately drew my penis out of her, afraid I was hurting her. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 17



"Lay back and let me do all the work, baby," the blonde cooed after she had sat up and kissed me. 

Once I was lying on my back, the blonde straddled my hips and kissed me yet again. Next, she pushed herself up on her knees so that her groin hovered above mine. She then reached down, grabbed my still very hard penis and stroked it up and down a couple of times before positioning it so that the head was just at the entrance to her slick pussy. 

Our eyes met for a moment, then I closed mine and groaned as her tight pussy engulfed my entire shaft in one smooth motion. Just when she had all of me inside of her, Jessi moaned and shivered, which caused me to do both as well. 

Slowly, my young lover began moving herself up my shaft a tiny amount, maybe half an inch or so, before letting herself slide back down it. As she did this same thing a few more times, she began picking up speed, and I felt my breathing become quicker in time with her tempo. Before long, I was panting for breath as she bounced up and down on my erect manhood, never sliding up more than an inch yet somehow making it feel as if she was milking the entire length of me. 

As Jessi bounced her groin up and down, her perfect breasts did likewise, and I could not help but grab them. Once I had one in each hand, I began squeezing and twisting them. I was relatively gentle at first, but as the blonde's speed increased, so did the force I was using on her breasts. And as everything intensified, her moans became whimpers, just as my groans of pleasure became grunts as she pushed herself down on me with more and more zeal. 

Soon it became clear to me I would not be able to last long, but I did not know if Jessi was close or not. She was not acting like I had ever seen her act before. Her eyes were closed, her breathing was ragged, and her face shown with a sheen of perspiration, all of which suggest arousal based on what I knew about my lover. However, her face did not seem to reflect that arousal. From what I could see of it through the sweat dampened hair hanging down in front of it, her face were strangely devoid of expression, perhaps save some hint of concentration in the almost imperceptible creases on her brow. She did not look as if experiencing the pleasure of sex was foremost on her mind. 

Without warning, the young woman astride me put her hands against my chest and pushed back, arching her spine and throwing her head back while her fingers dug into my flesh. As she stiffened atop me, her muscles grew taught and an undulating, moaning howl filled her small apartment. Her pussy, which had been squeezing and clinging to my erection with each of Jessi's movements, now clamped around my manhood and almost seemed to vibrate. I had never felt anything like it from any woman I had ever been with, and I exploded into the depths of her just seconds later. 

Before my penis had quit twitching inside of her, Jessi collapsed on top of me. In so doing, she moved far enough forward that my quickly shrinking penis slipped from inside of her, which prompted a disappointed whine from the limp figure who was lying atop me. 

"Are you okay," I croaked, surprised to find my voice hoarse. 

"Yeah," Jessi rasped, her voice sounding similar to mine. "It was one of those that snuck up on me. One second I was concentrating on fucking you, the next I was cumming."

"You were almost vibrating, inside your pussy I mean, when you climaxed," I told her, my voice becoming clearer. "I had never felt anything like that. I finished almost immediately after that."

"I felt that too," she murmured. "I've never felt it before either. I'm not sure whether to count that as a different type of orgasm or just a different response to one."

Before I could say anything else, Jessi took a deep breath, rolled off of me with a grunt, and then lay on her back next to me. We were both of naked, sweaty, and, for several seconds, not inclined to speak. 

"God, I needed that," Jessi finally said as she turned on her side to face me. I turned to face her as well. 

While I was turning to face her, I saw that the twenty-year-old blonde was smiling, and once I was completely facing her, she put one hand on my cheek and moved toward me enough to plant a soft, lingering kiss on my lips. 

"I did too," I admitted before I kissed her back in the same manner. 

Jessi sighed contentedly and snuggled up against me, her face buried in my neck, her chest pushed up against the middle of my torso. In other circumstances I might have found the closeness arousing, but I was, at that moment, spent, and I knew it. So, I settled in to snuggle with the young woman. 

Within ten minutes or so, Jessi had dropped off to sleep, which I figured she needed. I did not believe, given her level of inebriation the night before and her hangover in that morning, that she had likely been able to rest sufficiently during the night, and maybe not for the several nights before. 

What I had not expected, but perhaps should have since Thursday night at Jessika's was the only night I had slept well during the course of the entire week, was that I too began to drift off myself. As I tried to keep from falling asleep, I took the time to make myself focus on the clock and saw that it was not yet afternoon. I tried to convince myself that I should get up, but the combination of the emotional release with Jessi and my exhaustion from the nearly sleepless nights earlier in the week caught up with me in that moment, and I did not wake again until hours later.

***

When I woke, I found that Jessi was still sleeping beside me. I looked at the clock, figuring I had slept maybe an hour at best, and I was surprised to see that it was almost 4:00pm. Needing to relieve a full bladder, I made my way to Jessi's small bathroom. It was not until I was done relieving myself that I realized that I was very hungry, as I had eaten neither breakfast nor lunch. 

I walked back into the main part of Jessi's small apartment and found she was sitting up in bed, and I realized I must have awakened her when I got out of bed. I smiled as she turned and looked at me, and then I opened my mouth to suggest we get something to eat, but the blonde beat me to it. 

"If you take me to get something to eat," she said, "I'll give you a nice, long blowjob."

I thought for a moment that I should tell her that she did not have to offer that, since I was quite hungry as well, but I very much wanted to let her do exactly what she was proposing, so instead I replied, "Now that sounds like an offer I cannot refuse."

Jessi grinned at me before she stood up and walked toward me. I expected a hug or at least a kiss, but instead she passed by me, making no contact save brushing one slender hand against my penis. I turned to look at her, and she glanced back over her shoulder, winked, then entered the bathroom and closed the door. 

Chuckling to myself, I gathered up my clothes and dressed. I had just finished with my shoes when Jessi called from the bathroom, asking me to bring her yoga pants and sweatshirt to her. I picked them up from where I had tossed them earlier, and in so doing noticed that the shirt was now quite wrinkled. 

"You might want a different shirt," I told the young women when she opened the door to take her clothes. "And do you want any underwear?"

Jessi, who to my amusement had only opened the door a crack, said, "Just give me my pants then find a top for me. And I don't want to bother with underwear - it'll just be something else to get off later when we fuck."

I was long past being shocked by my younger lover, but she did still sometimes catch me off guard, and her comment was one of those times. And what is more, I think she knew it because she winked and shut the door as I stood there and stared at her. 

Shaking my head, I walked to her tiny closet and looked through her clothes. As I searched for a shirt for her, I saw something that made me stop and laugh - a black long-sleeved shirt with a huge, shiny, pink cartoon cat face printed on it. I had never seen Jessi wear it, nor could I even imagine it on her. So, to get back at her for trying to shock me, I pulled it out of the closet, walked to the bathroom door, and knocked. 

"I have a shirt for you, Jessi," I called through the door. 

Jessi opened the door, again just a crack, and I held up the shirt. When she saw it, her eyes widened momentarily, then she shook her head and rolled her eyes. But, to my surprise, she reached out and grabbed the shirt, then stuck out her tongue before closing the door again. 

I laughed as I walked to the kitchenette and sat at the table to wait for Jessi. I did not have to wait long, as it turned out, and I was not laughing when she emerged from the bathroom. 

"What do you think, Mr. Warner," the blonde purred, her hands on her hips, her head tilted to one side. 

I realized that I had been incredibly wrong moments before when I had thought that Jessi could no longer shock me. The shirt I had selected for her fit her torso nearly as snuggly as the gray yoga pants hugged her hips, legs and ass. In fact, it was so snug that even her modest bosom served to noticeably distort the shape of the cartoon cat stretched across it. Further, as she was wearing no bra, her nipples were obvious even through the fabric of the shirt and the fairly heavy pink graphic. But it was not just the tightness of her clothes that had left me speechless. It was how she looked overall. 

Jessi's long, blonde hair was pulled up into pigtails, and she was wearing shiny pink lipstick that matched the cat on her shirt. Other than that, she wore very little makeup, and the effect of it all - the hair, the cartoon cat on her clothes, the pink lipstick, and the relative lack of other makeup - was to make her look even younger than she would have normally looked. Had I not known better, I would have thought she was at least four or five years younger than she actually was. 

"So, what do you think?" she grinned. "Does Daddy like?"

I had been staring at the young woman, unable to do anything but look at her, but her words brought me out of my daze.

"What did you say?" I snapped, my voice harsher than I had intended. 

Jessi blinked and took a step back, then opened her mouth. However, no sounds came out of it, even though it looked like she was trying to say something.

"I cannot hear you," I said, trying to calm my voice. 

"I asked you if you liked it," the blonde whispered, now looking even younger than she had moments before as she seemed to try to shrink into herself even as she stared at me. 

"I meant what you called me," I explained, and I was happy to hear that my voice sounded more normal, more neutral. 

"I called you 'Daddy'," Jessi almost squeaked, and I realized she was trembling. 

"Please do not call me that," I sighed. "That makes me feel..."

I trailed off, trying to understand what I actually was feeling. Repulsion had been my initial reaction when I had realized what she said. However, I was also feeling uncertainty regarding the nature of my feelings for my twenty-year-old lover, just as I had earlier that day when she had told me to stop telling her what to do since I was not her father. I wondered whether my feeling of repulsion was due to the fact that she looked so young and had called me 'Daddy', or was because the protective feelings I had for her, the ones that I had not realized I really had until that day, were mixed up in the sexual attraction I felt for her, even dressed as she was. 

"Well, icky," I finally said, the lameness of my own words apparent. "I reacted poorly. I am sorry I snapped at you."

"Oh fuck, Mark," Jessi groaned, her expression immediately shifting from timidity to exasperation. "Do you have to overthink fucking everything?"

"Do you have to treat everything about sex like a game, Jessi?" I shot back. 

"I didn't treat you fucking Amara like a game," she retorted. 

"No, you did not," I agreed. "And I can assure you there are things that I do not overthink, and you just brought up one of them. I did not overthink fucking Amara. In fact, I was not really thinking at all then. I just wanted to be in the moment and fuck her."

Jessi stared at me, long and hard, but I was well past being unsettled by this behavior from her, and I just stared back at her, waiting for her to either shut down or explode. But for the second time in just a few minutes, the blonde showed me she could still shock me as her lips twitched into at first a small smile, then a big grin.

"So you admit you were being a stupid ass when you decided to fuck her? She asked, smirking. 

"Yes," I agreed, my shoulders slumping as the tension that had been building drained out of me. 

"Was it as stupid as me fucking her boyfriend in retaliation?" she pushed on. 

"Yes, probably," I admitted. "But not nearly as stupid as you driving to his house drunk."

"I'll give you that one," Jessi said, her face reddening. "As long as we both admit we did some stupid things that hurt each other."

"I admit I was thoughtless and hurt you by not thinking when I pushed the boundaries..."

"No, Mark," my lover interrupted me. "Say 'I admit I was stupid for fucking Amara'."

"I admit that I was stupid for fucking Amara," I repeated. 

"And I admit I was stupid for fucking Trevor to get back at you," she responded. "And really fucking stupid for driving drunk."

We stared at each other for a few seconds, then smiled simultaneously. With a deep sigh and a shake of my head, I suggested she change clothes so we could go eat.

"Nope," she replied, giving her head a quick shake, which caused her loose pigtails to whip around her face. "You have to take me out like this."

"Then we are going to pick up some food and go to my house to eat," I told her, locking my eyes with hers. 

"But I can still wear this?" she asked.

"Yes," I relented, against my better judgment. "But you cannot call me 'Daddy'."

"Ok, 'Mr. Warner'," she giggled.

"Yes, I realize I may be a hypocrite," I confessed as the blonde continued to giggle. "But you know that I have my boundaries."

"And I love to push them, Mr. Warner," she laughed. "And, I will be good and not call you, um, what you don't want me to call you. But..."

"But what, Jessi?" I sighed. 

"I get to go in with you wherever we pick up our food."

TO BE CONTINUED...



A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 18



As Jessi stood in the sandwich shop looking at the menu board, twirling her blonde hair around one finger as she bit her bottom lip, I watched the guy behind the counter, who was likely younger than my twenty-year-old companion despite appearances at that moment, stare at her modest but perfect breasts, to which her shirt adhered as if it were glued on. 

"Can I get a big one, Mr. Warner?" The blonde asked loudly, looking at me with an exaggeratedly innocent expression. "You know how much I like big ones."

I felt my face burn as the kid working there - his name tag labeled him as 'Brian' - turned his stare to me. 

"Get whatever you like," I mumbled, trying not to notice that two women, who were likely close to my own age of forty-four, were watching this little scene unfold, their mouths agape in what I took to be disbelief. 

"Thanks, Mr. Warner!" Jessi squealed in a manner that I had not only never heard from her before, but of which I would have never suspected her capable. "You treat me soooooo nice after we have our fun time, not like the boys I know."

I whispered an obscenity under my breath, something which was uncharacteristic for me. The two women hastily gathered up their food and drinks and left the sandwich shop. I closed my eyes and rubbed them as I wondered if they might think Jessi was actually the age she was acting and call the police. At that moment, I was very much wanting the return of the Jessi who was so consumed with anxiety that she had panicked during our first dinner out together because she thought everyone was looking at us and judging us because of our age difference. From my perspective, that Jessi was much preferable to the one standing not three feet away, her hair in pigtails. 

Brian had turned to look at Jessi again, and again his eyes were drawn to her chest. My younger lover's small but obviously very firm nipples were tenting the fabric of her shirt while the swell of her bosom distractingly distorted the shape of the massive, and shiny, pink cartoon cat face that was printed on the fabric of her top. 

"I kinda am craving something longer than a six-inch," Jessi told him, and he looked up at her face as she spoke. "But six inches would be okay if it is really meaty. Do you have something that would satisfy me?"

The young man's mouth fell open, but otherwise he seemed frozen in place. It did not help that Jessi was opening her eyes as wide as she could as she tilted her head to the side and glanced down at a bulge that was growing enough to show even under Brian's apron. 

"Maybe you should wait in the car, Jessi," I sighed. "I will order something for us both."

The blonde turned toward me and fixed me with an intense glare. It was not a look of feigned wide-eyed innocence, such as she had been attempting with poor, befuddled Brian; it was one of those typical Jessi stares - overlong and slight disconcerting, at least to one not accustomed to them, as I now was. When she saw that I was not backing down, Jessi pushed her bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout, turned to Brian and gave him an apologetic look, then flounced out of the sandwich shop. 

***

"What the fuck is your problem," I snapped at Jessi when I sat down in the car a few minutes later. 

"You picked the shirt," Jessi reminded me as she took the bag from the sandwich shop. "And you agreed to let me go in, knowing how I'm dressed."

"The shirt was a joke," I pointed out. "It seemed so out of character for you. And I had no idea you would act like that."

"I was just teasing you," Jessi replied. 

"And the poor kid working there," I added. 

"He seemed to like what he saw," the blonde laughed as I started the car and backed out of our parking spot.

"Those two women did not," I said. "I am just hoping they did not really think you were as young as you were pretending to be and call the police."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jessi give me a sharp look before she shook her head dismissively. 

"What would the police do?" she asked. "I'm a perfectly legal-to-fuck twenty-year-old woman."

"Do you have your purse with you, or your ID?" I pushed. "I did not see you bring it."

"I don't have it, but they would've listened to me before hauling you off to jail," she countered. 

I shrugged and did not say anything for several seconds as I waited to turn out of the parking lot. Jessi, however, did not seem content to sit in silence. 

"Please don't be mad at me," she implored. "I just wanted to have some fun with you, after you picked this shirt and all."

"Well, at least you seem to have overcome your anxiety about being out with me," I responded. "I guess that is good, but I would have preferred shy, anxious Jessi over whatever it was you were doing back there."

"That's a fucking douche thing to say, Mark!" Jessi said, glaring at me. "You know that's a real problem for me."

"Not today, I guess," I shot back.

"I would think you'd be happy that I've reached the point I'm no longer paranoid and anxious being out with you."

"Not if you are going to act like Little Miss Slutty when we are in public," I countered. 

"Fuck you, Mark," the young woman snarled. 

I shrugged again, and we rode the rest of the way to my house, which was nearly ten minutes away, in silence. 

***

Jessi marched into my house as soon as I had opened the door for her. She went straight to my kitchen and dropped the bag with the sandwiches in it on my table. She then turned to stare at me, her arms crossed in front of her. 

"Let's eat, then I'll give you the blowjob I promised, and then you can take me home," she said, her tone still laced with anger. 

I was prepared for a fight, so her statement that she was still planning to oral sex for me after we ate, despite her obvious displeasure with me, threw me off balance. I tried to say something, but I could not make any words come out, which, I had to admit, was a somewhat common occurrence in my interactions with my very forward, and equally exasperating, young lover. Further, it was the third time that day that Jessi had shown me that my earlier supposition that she could no longer shock me was a completely wrong notion. 

'You think I wouldn't do what I promised?" she asked me, and I shook my head. 

"I just thought you would not be in the right mood..."

"I promised," she shrugged, her eyes never leaving mine. "Plus, I still feel bad about that time I got you all worked up and then told you to go have, um, someone else take care of it. I promised myself I wouldn't do that again. Not sucking you off would break two promises - one to you and one to myself. So, even though I'm pissed at you for what you said in the car, I'll give you head as soon as we're done eating."

I sighed and closed my eyes. I wanted to tell her it was okay for her not to want to do that for me if she was not in the mood, but another part of me wanted very much for her to do exactly what she was proposing. And, for just a fleeting moment, yet another part of me wondered whether I should put her over my knee, give her a good, hard spanking, then make her do what she had promised. 

I pushed my darker thoughts down, opened my eyes, and suggested we eat first then talk about what might happen afterwards. Jessi shrugged and sat down at the table. As we ate in silence, I could not help glancing at her repeatedly, trying to read her mood. What's more, it appeared to me that Jessi was doing the same thing. 

After eating maybe half her sandwich, the blonde put it down, pushed back a little from the table, folded her arms across her chest, and stared at me. I tried to ignore her and finish my sandwich, but after a couple of minutes, I put mine down and stared back at her. 

"So do you want me to do it here or in the living room?" she asked. 

"What if I do not want you to do it at all?" I countered. 

"Oh, I know better than that, Mr. Warner," Jessi smirked. "I know how much you like me on my knees sucking your hard cock."

"I do," I admitted, "but I am not in the mood for that."

That was not entirely true - while I was not in the mood at that exact moment, I knew I could become so quite quickly. 

"So what are you in the mood for, Mr. Warner?" the blonde inquired, still smirking. 

The dark thought I had pushed down earlier - of spanking Jessi and then making her pleasure me - rose up again, and before I could stop myself, I snarled, "The mood to give you a spanking for being a slutty little brat!"

Jessi's mouth dropped open, then she recovered from what I was guessing was shock and her lips spread into a huge grin. However, mere seconds later, her grin turned to a look of fear. At least, it turned into her attempt at a look of fear. The way her eyes sparkled made it clear that she welcomed what I had suggested, not feared it. 

Standing up, I walked toward where she sat. When I was close enough, I reached out and grabbed one pigtail. When I used it to pull the young woman to her feet, she protested and whimpered.

Ignoring her complaints, I led her by the hair into my living room. When we were standing in front of my couch, I dropped the pigtail, then sat down in front of her. 

"Take that ridiculous shirt off, brat," I commanded.

The slender blonde started to pull up her shirt, then hesitated. Letting her hands fall to her side, she shook her head and took a step back from me and stared at me, her eyes wide.

"That wouldn't be right, Mr. Warner," she said. "I'm not wearing anything underneath it."

"Everyone can see you are not wearing anything underneath it, Jessi," I pointed out. "Your nipples are practically tearing through it."

The young woman let out an exaggerated gasp and put her hands over her nipples. The effect of her acting would have been better had she not squeezed her breasts at the same time, but I was not complaining. 

"I think you wanted to show off your tits to me, and to the guy at the sandwich shop," I accused. "I bet it made your pussy wet when he could not take his eyes off of them."

"Mr. Warner!" the blonde yelled in feigned shock. "That's not a nice thing to say about a good girl like me."

I laughed and leered at her, making it obvious that I was staring at the way her yoga pants outlined the shape of her labia. Jessi, for her part, took a deep breath when she saw where I was staring, then adjusted her stance so her legs were a little bit more open, revealing what looked like a patch of darker cloth. 

"You are wet right now," I sneered. "I can see where you are soaking your pants."

Jessi gasped theatrically and dropped one hand from her breasts to cover - and cup and rub - her pussy and the tell-tale damp spot that was forming there.

"Please don't tell anyone, Mr. Warner," she begged through quickening breaths. "I don't want the reputation of being a slut. I'm a good girl."

"You were not acting so good earlier," I reminded her. "You were acting like a wanton little whore."

"Please don't call me names like that, Mr. Warner," Jessi pleaded. "It makes me feel bad inside."

"And you want to be good," I asked, "instead of a slutty brat?"

"Yes, Mr. Warner," the blonde assured me. "I want to be a good girl for you."

"Then take off that fucking shirt," I snapped. 

Again Jessi gasped theatrically and took another step back from me. However, this time she obeyed. Her hands shaking, she grabbed the bottom of her tight shirt and peeled it slowly upwards, revealing first her flat stomach, then the bottom of her perfectly shaped breasts, then her hard nipples. As the air hit her now naked breasts, the young woman hesitated. After a second or two, she drew the shirt over her head and dropped it to the side. 

"Come here," I commanded, and Jessi stepped in front of me as soon as the words had left my mouth. "Bend forward and let me see your tits closer up."

"Mr. Warner, please," she whined, but she did exactly what I asked her to do. 

"They are perfect," I told her, before I gabbed both of them a squeezed them roughly. 

"Owwww!" Jessi yelped, but I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was very aroused. 

"And so are you nipples," I grinned as I pinched and pulled them both.

"Please stop, Mr. Warner," she breathed, but I noticed she could not even make herself sound even half-way convincing this time. "I'm not that kinda girl."

"Oh, I think we both know what you are, Little Miss Slutty," I laughed as I grabbed her arms and pulled her down over my knee. 

My blonde playmate struggled to get up, so I pushed my left forearm against her back as I peeled down her yoga pants with my right. When her pants were at her knees, I ran my hand up the back of her thighs and then over the curves of her small, tight, and shapely derriere. 

Jessi's struggles ceased momentarily and she shrieked when the first smack landed on her butt with a sharp crack. However, when I pulled my hand back for the second blow, the young woman began to struggle much for forcibly, and I hesitated. For a moment, I thought she might really want me to stop, but I knew she was still playing her part when she spoke. 

"That hurt really bad, Mr. Warner," she whimpered. "I've learned my lesson. I won't be bratty to you anymore."

"I don't think you have learned anything yet, bitch!" I informed her. 

"Please don't call me that, Mr. Warn..." Jessi started to plead, but I interrupted her by brining my hand down against the smooth flesh of her bottom with another loud - and hard - smack. 

"Fuck, that hurt!" she cried, and she began to struggle even harder. 

"What a filthy mouth you have for a 'good girl'," I teased her as I again brought my hand down. 

Jessi grunted and shook, but she stopped struggling and lay still on my lap. For several seconds, I just stared down at the woman across my knee, and at her butt, which was now clearly turning red. I had my hand up, but I made no move to let it fall as I thought through what I had just said. I did not recall ever referring to Jessi as a 'girl' before, although she had done so both in everyday speech and in play. Still, given my conflicted thoughts from earlier over what I felt for her, and whether there was anything paternal about those feelings, my use of the term, even in our play at that moment, gave me pause. 

"Are you okay, Mark?" Jessi asked, breaking character. 

"I am not sure I can do this, Jessi," I admitted. "I have enough concerns about how much younger you are, and this is not helping."

The blonde sighed, and when I moved my arm from against her back, she slid off my lap so that she was on her knees in front of me. 

"It's just for fun, Mark," she said, her hands on my knees, her intense blue eyes staring up at me. "You aren't really doing anything wrong. I am not a girl; I am a woman who wants, in this moment, to feel like someone younger. Just for fun."

"Why?" I asked, and I could hear the strain in my own voice. 

"I don't know," Jessi replied. "You gave me the top, and it gave me the idea, and I thought it would be fun for both of us."

I did not say anything, so after a few seconds, my lover added, "It also lets me step away from myself, from the things I do worry about, from the things that hurt me, and pretend not to have any cares. Well, other than being spanked and then forced to give you head for being such a brat."

"I think it is just too much, considering what happened last week, and this week, and even today," I told her. 

"We both have said we are sorry for what happened, Mark," Jessi said, but I shook my head. 

"No," I corrected her, "we said we both acted stupidly. We have not apologized."

"You are right, Mark," the blonde conceded. "I'm sorry I got so angry about Amara, and I'm sorry I fucked her boyfriend. In fact, I'm sorry for the whole fucking threesome. I just wanted to do something to make you forget about... her. Jessika." 

I sighed then said, "And I am sorry about Amara, and I am very sorry that what I did hurt you and caused you to drop out of school..."

Jessi's fingers dug into my thighs and her jaw clenched as I said the least part. Then she closed her eyes, and I could tell she was trying to deal with some strong emotion. 

"That stupid bitch told you that?" she finally asked. 

"Amara told me, yes," I replied. 

"You two sure are sharing a lot, Mark," Jessi said, opening her eyes to look at me. "You promise me nothing is going on there?"

"I had asked her to tell me if she spoke with you," I assured her. "She did, and she told me you had withdrawn from your classes. I did not want to believe it, but then I checked your records..."

"I couldn't face school, Mark," she sighed. "And it was not just you. I knew I wouldn't be able to concentrate on it, or anything. Hell, I haven't been to work all week either."

"You quit work?" I blurted out. 

"No," Jessi responded. "I'm not that stupid. I had sick time and vacation, although it is almost all gone." 

"I am very sorry I led you to this point, Jessi," I told her. 

"I'm as much or more to blame than you are, Mark," she said. "I know I'm fucked up."

I tried to protest, but Jessi kept going.

"I'm better in some ways - I am not panicking or shutting down, and I'm not irrationally angry - but I am fighting with everything I have not to get up and run out of here. 

"Oh Jessi," I lamented. "We do not have to do anything else today but be close and support each other."

To my surprise, Jessi's expression, which had been sad and uncertain, took on a hard edge, and her eyes blazed up at me with their usual intensity.

"No, Mr. Warner," she said. "I was a bitch - Little Miss Slutty, as you said - and I have been punished and I must now show you that I understand I was a bad girl and that I learned my lesson by giving you a very enthusiastic blowjob."

"No, you do not have to do that," I assured her, but the blonde leaned forward and began to undo my pants. 

"Jessi, stop," I told her, but she continued until she had pulled my pants open and my briefs down. 

"You do not have to do it," I repeated, but the twenty-year-old now had my soft penis out and had given it a very wet kiss on the tip. 

"Stop!" I commanded, but I knew it was too late. Jess had sucked my entire flaccid length into her mouth, and the feel of her lips and her tongue on my sensitive skin was assuring that I would not be flaccid for long. 

Grabbing the blonde's hair, I tried to pull her away, but to my surprise she forced herself even closer to me despite the hold I had on her. We stayed that way for several seconds, but I finally relented when I realized that one, I was likely hurting her by continuing to pull on her hair, and two, my penis had grown rock hard and had expanded straight down the young woman's throat.

When I was completely hard, Jessi pulled her head back until just the head of my manhood was between her lips. Then, her eyes locked on mine, she slowly, deliberately, and smoothly slipped her lips down the entire length of me until they were around the base of my shaft and her nose was pressed up against my lower abdomen. 

She held her lips there for maybe five seconds, then she repeated the process, slowly, exquisitely, sliding her tight lips up my shaft until once again only the head of it was in her mouth. This time, she sucked hard on the head, licking it furiously as she did so. The sensation of her wild tongue on my most sensitive part was almost more than I could bear, and I was on the verge of forcing her head back down when she took care of that herself. 

Jessi repeated this several times, although for how long I was not sure as the only thing of which I was truly aware was the feel of her lips and tongue and mouth and throat as she sucked up and down my full length, inch by inch, always pausing at the top to spend several seconds licking and sucking the tip of me penis with incredible vigor. And her eyes - I was aware of those intense blue eyes that never seemed to waver from mine.




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 18



As Jessi continued on, a pattern developed. When Jessi was licking and sucking the sensitive head, I wanted her to move her lips down my shaft so as to give me relief form the almost unbearably pleasurable sensations of her attention with her lips and tongue. While she was slowly pushing herself down the length of my penis, I was anticipating that moment when I was completely down her throat. After she reached the base, I waited breathlessly for to start the journey back up, wanting again to feel her tongue and lips torturing the now hypersensitive first inch of my erection. 

Had Jessi just concentrated on the head, or just sucked me slowly up and down, deep throating me each time, I think I would have climaxed sooner. But each change gave me enough relief that I was hovering close to the edge of exploding. That is, I was until she added the humming when she had me fully swallowed. It took only a few times of that before I knew I had finally reached the edge. 

Grabbing each of her blonde pigtails, I began pulling her mouth up and down me, faster and faster, until I was just about to erupt. At that point, I used my hold on her hair to jerk her head back so that my penis slipped free of her now swollen lips. With one hand still grasping a pigtail, I let go with the other hand and began stroking myself, the head of me just inches from her face. 

The first three spurts of my semen splashed against her face, and I was amazed at how much there was. When I took a step back and pointed my penis at her lovely, firm, perfectly shaped breasts, my amazement grew as stream after stream of the sticky liquid pumped out onto her bosom. 

With both my lovers, I had experienced stronger orgasms and produced more semen than I recalled from prior times in my life, but those were nothing like the volume of my ejaculate in this instance. It was all over the young woman's face - already dripping off her chin, in fact - and a good amount coated each breast. 

"Wow, Mr. Warner," Jessi grinned. "Someone was pretty worked up."

"Just shut up and open your mouth, brat," I commanded, surprising us both a little. 

The blonde did as instructed, and I reached out, caught the semen dripping off her chin with my fingers, and plunged those fingers into her mouth. Jessi slowly and thoroughly licked and sucked them clean. 

"I love the taste of your cum, Mr. Warner," she moaned when I pulled my fingers from her mouth. 

"Good thing there is plenty more on your face and tits, huh slut?" I asked, winking at her. 

Jessi bit her bottom lip and nodded vigorously, then opened her mouth wide as I scooped up another glob of my semen and fed it to her. Soon, I had managed to get as much off her face as I could, so I reached down toward her breasts. However, Jessi grabbed my hand and stopped me, shaking her head as I looked at her with what I am sure was a confused expression.

"I want to do something else with the cum on my tits, Mr. Warner," she told me, her eyes sparkling up at me. 

The young woman leaned slightly back and brought her hands to her breasts. Then she began rubbing and massaging the sticky mess into her skin, all while grinning up at me. 

I had not full lost my erection after finishing on her face and breasts - the eroticism of feeding her my mess had assured I maintained some level of arousal - but the display of her using my semen like lotion on her shapely breasts brought me to full hardness again. 

"On your hands and knees so I can fuck you, brat," I snarled, then grabbed her hair and used it to turn her and push her down. 

"Mr. Warner!" she yelped. "We can't do that! I'm a good girl."

I ignored her comment while I pulled her yoga pants, which had remained around her knees for the entire time she had fellated me, off of one leg, freeing her up so I could spread her wide, which I then did. 

"Please, Mr. Warner," she begged, "don't. I'm not that kind of girl."

"Then why is your cunt so wet," I asked as I slid two fingers into my lover's very well lubricated pussy. 

"I'm a virgin, Mr. Warner," she sobbed. "You can't fuck my pussy!"

Again, I felt my doubts descend on me as Jessi, once again, pushed my boundaries. But, even as I started to let go of her hair and move back, I remembered what she had said earlier - that she was a woman, one who wanted to play at acting younger, and that what we were doing was not wrong. 

With a deep breath, I again tightened my grip on the blonde's hair with one hand, then gave her nicely rounded rear end a hard smack with the other. Jessi jerked and yelped, then moaned as I rubbed her bottom where I had just struck it. 

"Then I will not fuck your pussy, Jessi," I assured her. "I will fuck your tight little ass!"

I had expected protests, or even an offer to let me have regular sex with her to forestall any attempt at anal sex. However, Jessi's reaction was far from anything I would have expected. She pulled her hair free of my hand with a sharp cry, then she quickly turned around and scooted backwards away from me. The look of uncertainty and fear on her face did not look feigned, and I quickly realized she was no longer playing. 

"Stay back, Mark," she pleaded when I stood up and started toward her. 

"What's wrong, Jessi?" I asked. 

"I... I can't... can't... it hurts... it really hurts bad," she panted. 

"What hurts, Jessi?" I responded. "Did I hurt you?"

"In my ass," she said. "It hurts to take it in my ass. I can't."

"I was just playing, baby," I assured her, taking a step closer. "I just wanted to say that to make you - I mean who you were pretending to be - agree to sex. It was part of the game."

The blonde, who was now shivering, nodded, but the fear did not leave her eyes, and I could tell her breathing was becoming quite rapid. 

"I... I know... I think... I know," she managed to say. "But it's in my mind now and I can't make it stop."

"Are you having a panic attack?" I asked, suddenly realizing what was happening. 

"Y-y-y-yes," she stammered. "I can't stop it."

"Try to take deep breaths," I advised her.

"I'm trying," she sobbed as tears began flowing down her face. "I'm trying."

Unsure of what else to do, I left Jessi and hurried to my kitchen and grabbed a bottle of cold water out of my refrigerator. I opened it as I hurried back to where the young woman was now rocking back and forth, her eyes darting around my living room. 

"Here, drink some of this," I told her, pushing the bottle at her, and in so doing, splashing some of the cold water on her face and neck. 

Jessi looked up at me in surprise, then she snatched the bottle from my hand, tilted her head back, and poured the entire contents onto her face. 

"That was fucking bad," she whispered as her eyes lost their manic look. "Do you have any wine?"

"I do not think you need a drink now, Jessi," I told her, then cringed at the paternal tone and nature of my words. 

"Haven't had my medicine since... right after you and, um, the slut left. So, not for a week," she rasped. "The alcohol will help me even out. I'm trying hard not to let it overwhelm me again, but I think I need some help."

"Should we just go get your medicine?" I asked her. 

I was concerned that she was not right about the effect the alcohol would have. I was also concerned because the only alcohol I had in my house, other than cooking wine, was tequila that occasionally used for cooking. Not only did I not want to give her any tequila, given her behavior when I had found her the night before, I was not even sure it would be fit to drink as it had been open for months. Thus, I thought it better to suggest we go to her place so she could take her medicine. 

"Alcohol works as well as the medicine, most times," Jessi informed me as she ran her fingers through her hair and shook her head. 

"All I have is some tequila I use for cooking," I told her, not liking the way her head snapped up and her eyes shone at my words. "It has been open nearly a year, though, so I am not sure it is good."

"Tequila never goes bad, Mark," the blonde said, her voice stronger. "It just tastes funky after a while."

"I think your medicine is a better idea," I maintained.

"Yes, but I'm barely holding together, Mark," she reminded me, standing up. "A sip or two of tequila would help me right now. My place is twenty minutes away."

"Okay," I agreed, but it was against my better judgment. 

I went to the kitchen and pulled out the tequila. I poured about an inch of it in the bottom of a glass and took it to Jessi. My younger lover, who was sitting naked on the couch, her yoga pants completely off now, took the glass from me with a weak smile. Then, to my surprise, she swallowed it all in one gulp, with almost no trace of discomfort, before she leaned back against the cushions of the couch and closed her eyes. 

"Um, I need to take a shower, Jessi," I told her after several seconds of silence. "I have not had one since Friday morning." I did not add that my last shower had been with Jessika. 

"OK, Mark," she replied softly, her eyes still closed.

"Do you want to take it with me?" I asked her, holding out my hand. 

Jessi still did not open her eyes. She shook her head almost imperceptibly, but otherwise did not move. Thinking maybe she needed the time alone, I went and took a warm shower. I did not stay in long, however, as I was worried about leaving her alone. 

When I walked into my bedroom from the bathroom, a towel around my waist, I was not expecting to see Jessi, wearing one of my t-shirts from the days when I had been married and heavier, her hair no longer in pigtails, sitting on my bed waiting for me. However, that is what I found. What's more, she seemed calm and anxiety free, at least for the moment. 

"This shirt's fucking huge, Mark," she said before I had the chance to speak.

"It is a 2XL," I replied, shrugging but not really meeting her inquisitive gaze. 

"Why do you have a shirt this big?" she asked.

"I was, um, overweight when I was married," I admitted. "Everyone thought it was because I was happy. No one knew that I overate and quit exercising because I was miserable, not because I was happy."

"Oh, OK," the blonde said, and I was relieved she did not ask me more. I did not want to talk about my ex-wife or anything associated with my marriage. 

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think so," she told me. "I think it's under control. I just probably won't be able to fuck doggy style for a bit."

I stared at my lover, trying to work out the connection before she spoke and filled it all in for me. 

"I'll worry about you wanting... the other thing," she explained with a shrug and a meek smile. "And that might lead me to not being able to break out of worrying about it, like what happened earlier. I know - I'm fucked up."

"I see," I responded, but I was not sure I really understood, and Jessi seemed to realize that. 

"I've only done it twice, and it hurt like hell both times. Anal, that is," she said, looking down. "And, well, the second time was not, um, something I did willingly, and that doesn't help either."

"So when I said... what I said, you started worrying about it hurting?" I inquired. 

"Kinda," the blonde said, shrugging again. "I mean, yes, part of it. But I also kept thinking about how I hadn't wanted to before but ended up doing it anyway. And then I worried it was something you wanted and I didn't want to say 'no' to you, but then I'd think about what happened before and how much it hurt, and it just kept going like that, round and round in my head."

"We do not have to talk about any of that, honey," I tried to assure her. 

"I want you to understand, Mark. I need you to know why I can't do it," she said, then shook her head as I started to speak. "Let me tell you, Please. It was, well, before college. There was a guy I was hooking up with from time to time. He talked me into it the first time, and it hurt so bad I told him never again. He told me I just needed to use, um, toys to loosen up. I told him I wasn't going to do that, but I don't think he believed me, or maybe he just didn't care. The next time we hooked up, he told me he wanted to try again. I told him 'no', but he kept pushing, so I told him to do whatever he wanted to do. As soon as he was done, I left and never hooked up with him again."

"I am very sorry that happened to you, Jessi," I told her, sitting beside her and putting my arm around her. 

Jessi leaned her head against my shoulder and sighed. I thought I detected a slight tremor as she pushed up against me, but I was not sure. She seemed remarkably calm telling me about the source of her panic attack less than thirty minutes before. 

"We do not have to talk about it anymore," I said, reiterating my prior comment. 

"It's okay," the blonde sighed. "The tequila helped. I drank more while you were in the shower. It did taste a little funky, but it still got me buzzed."

"Shit, Jessi," I groaned. "Getting drunk again is not the right way..."

"I'm not drunk, Mark," Jessi informed me matter-of-factly. "I'm a little buzzed and a lot more mellow."

"I still do not think is a good idea for you to self-medicate with alcohol," I argued. 

"Well, we saw what happened with no medication and no alcohol," Jessi countered. 

"You were fine at the sandwich shop," I pointed out. "That was the opposite of a panic attack, I would say."

"I was playing a part," Jessi shrugged. "It wasn't really me, so I wasn't really worried about what people thought, so I didn't panic."

I tried to make sense of my young lover's reasoning, but as with some of the other quirks of Jessi's personality, I worried I would never completely understand her reasoning on this. However, some pieces did fall into place regarding one of Jessi's recurring desires - to be a 'slave'.

"That is why being dominated - being like a slave - appeals to you," I mused. "You do not have to be yourself. You have to be what you are told to be."

"Maybe," Jessi replied. "Or maybe I just like a man who knows what he wants and is willing to make me give it to him, even if it means making me his slave."

I stared at the twenty-year-old blonde, once again lost in trying to understand her thought process. She had just had a major panic attack thinking about having once been given no choice about having anal sex, and that part at least made some sense to me. However, now she was saying she wanted to be a 'slave' because she liked men taking what they wanted from her. Try as I might, I could not reconcile the two ideas. The only way I could make sense of it was that being a 'slave' was Jessi playing a part which allowed her to build a wall between herself and what she was doing.

"You are overthinking it, Mark," she said, reaching up to run her hand down the side of my face, then kissing me softly. 

"I did not say anything," I said, frowning at her. 

"But your face was all scrunched up, so I knew you were thinking about it," Jessi explained. "You get this look on your face when you're overthinking things. You did the same thing answering questions in class. It was how I knew I'd asked you something weird, because you'd get that look while you tried to put a spin on what I said so that it didn't sound so weird."

"It was not that what you said was 'weird', Jessi," I sighed. "You often had a different perspective, and I would just rephrase it to help the rest of the class..."

"...understand what the weird girl was saying," the young woman interrupted. "I know what you were doing. It was one of the reasons I was so in to you. I'd never had a teacher who could take the weird things I said and make them less weird."

We sat in silence for a moment, each lost in our own thoughts. Mine involved a self-acknowledgement that I had, in class, done exactly what she had said. I had been able to understand what she meant and make it something others could understand. That had been a connection, one that obviously had been important to her, just as it had become important to me as well. Unfortunately, I had since then either lost the ability to understand the way she thought, or she had begun expressing thoughts that I just could not understand. 

For the first time since Jessi and I had become lovers, I really began to consider that the real problem we had was not her age, or her problem expressing emotions, or her sexual desires, or my limits in being able to satisfy those desires. The real problem was that I was not sure I was capable of understanding her enough to maintain the connection we had both felt so strongly before, first as teacher and student, then as lovers. 

I was pulled out of my thoughts when Jessi kissed me again, this time more passionately. As the kiss continued, Jessi slipped her tongue between my lips, and, despite my concerns of moments before, I responded in kind, even as I slid my hands up to her breasts and cupped them through the t-shirt she was wearing. 

"What am I doing?" I thought as Jessi responded to my hands on her breasts by kissing me harder and rubbing one of her hands against my towel covered groin.

After several more seconds of this, we broke apart and stared into each other's eyes. I was on the verge of telling the young woman that we needed to stop what we were doing when she smiled and kissed me again. This one did not last as long, but as she was rubbing my penis through the towel for the entire kiss, I was fully hard by the time we broke it. 

"So, let's pretend you talked me into sex, even though I'm a virgin, and now we're at your place while your wife is out shopping, and you're going to fuck me in your bed," Jessi suggested, her eyes boring into me with their old, familiar intensity. 

"Or what if I just fucked you because I cannot help wanting to fuck you when we are together, and we just enjoy wanting each other for who we are, a man and a woman who care about each other and cannot keep their hands off of each other," I countered, matching her stare with one of my own. "We do not have to pretend to be anything else, Jessi."

The blonde blinked, then I saw tears start forming in her eyes. For a moment, I thought that she was hurt by what I had said. I closed my eyes, thinking that I just had no idea what to say to her anymore. When I felt Jessi stand up, I sighed heavily, then opened my eyes. To my surprise, my younger lover was standing in front of me, looking down at me. I had expected that she would have been heading out of my bedroom. 

"I love you, Mark," she whispered, surprising me further. 

"Jessi, I..." 

"Don't say anything Mark," she told me. "I know things are complicated for you. I know that you care about me, but you also care about someone else, and that it's hard for you."

I was more confused than ever at that moment. Jessi standing in front of me, calmly discussing that I had feelings for both her and Jessika, no matter how obliquely she phrased it, was something I would have never expected. 

"I wish you only wanted me," the young woman continued, her voice almost alarmingly calm, "but what I just realized, right now, is it's enough that you want me for me, not for who you want me to be or just as a slut to fuck. Maybe it won't always be enough, but it's enough for now. Enough for me to admit that I love you."

"All I said is that I cannot help but want to be with you when we are together," I said, staring up at Jessi.

"That is not all you said, Mark," she informed me with a smile. 

I shook my head as I tried to think of something else to say. However, such concerns were driven from my head when Jessi pulled off the t-shirt and stood in front of me, naked, and happy, and as lovely as I had ever seen her. 

"You are beautiful," I told her, which caused her to smile wider as her cheeks took on a pink blush. 

"I feel beautiful right now, Mark," she beamed. "But maybe that's the tequila talking."




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 18



I laughed and shook my head, amazed that she was joking about it after everything that had happened to us over the last two days. I knew that I was no closer to understanding her than I had been minutes before, especially how sometimes she could be strong when I thought she would be fragile and fragile when I thought she would be strong, but in that moment it just did not matter. Nothing matter but the two of us. 

Standing, I pulled off the towel that was still around my waist and let it drop to the floor. The blonde looked at me clearly aroused manhood, then smiled at me again. 

"You are pretty hot, Mr. Warner - for an old guy," she teased. "And I don't think I've ever wanted to fuck you more than I do right now, and I 've been pretty desperate to fuck you in the past."

"You have a nasty mouth on you, Jessi," I teased back as I stepped closer to her. 

"Not as nasty as my mind," she grinned. "And anyway, I seem to recall you rather like this nasty mouth wrapped around your cock."

With that, the blonde dropped to her knees, took my penis gently in one hand, and then leaned forward and sucked half of me into her warm mouth. I closed my eyes and ran my fingers through her hair as I enjoyed the sensations of her lips and tongue on me. 

While I was surprised that Jessi did not deepthroat me - it was a staple of her oral technique, I was quite aware - I was not displeased. Sure, it always felt fantastic when she swallowed the full length of my shaft, but at that moment I was enjoying the loving attention she was giving to the top half of my penis. 

Too soon, Jessi pulled her lips from my erection, pausing to give the head a kiss. Despite the earlier blowjob, which had been much more in keeping with the kind I usually experience with Jessi, I would have dearly loved for her to keep going with this one, as it was, in ways, much more intimate than the earlier one. 

However, my selfish desires evaporated when my lover looked deep into my eyes and said, "I need you inside me."

I grinned at Jessi as an idea popped into my head, and I decided I would do something that I had not tried to do since I was her age. I pulled her to me for a kiss, and I felt my hard penis press against her lower abdomen. After a couple of seconds, I began bending my knees until my erection was rubbing against her wet labia.

The young woman tilted her head to the side as she gave me a perplexed look, but then her eyes widened and she bit her bottom lip as I shifted position and the head of my penis slipped inside of her. 

"Oh, yes please," she whispered as I grabbed her bottom tightly and pushed back to a standing positon, the slender blonde supported by my hands and the length of me buried inside of her tight warmth. 

"Pretty good for an old guy," I said as Jessi closed her eyes and shivered. 

"Fuck yes," she growled as she opened her eyes again and fixed me with a blazing stare. 

Grabbing her soft hair, I pulled her in for a hard kiss. As our tongues played with each other, Jessi began to rock forward and back. She only actually moved a few inches, but it was enough stimulation to make my knees weak, and I began to worry I would not be able to hold her up for long, even as slender as she was. 

I was just about to tell Jessi I could not hold her like that any longer when she saved my by whispering, "Why don't you lay me down on the bed and fuck my brains out?"

Nodding, I turned and carried her the short distance to my bed. My plan was to lay her down on the bed with my erection still inside of her, and then I would remain standing while I began to thrust. This was a much harder task in practice than I had expected, however, and Jessi ended up slipping off of me and falling about a foot before she landed on my bed. 

She lay on my bed, her legs dangling over the side, as she looked up at me. Then, to my chagrin, she started laughing.

"If you do not stop laughing, I will have to put something in your mouth to stop you," I warned, which brought even more laughter.

"Oh, just scoot back and let me..." I started to say, but my younger lover shook her head and sat up, still giggling. Then, with a mischievous look in her eyes, she slid off the bed so that she was kneeling in front of me.

I stared down at her for a couple of seconds, and she stared up at me, and neither of us moved to do anything else. Finally, after the stare had started reaching that disconcertingly long stage, Jessi rolled her eyes and shook her head again. 

"Didn't you just say something about putting something in my mouth to get me to stop laughing?" she asked before she dropped her eyes to stare at my erection. 

"Yes I did," I agreed

In response, Jessi opened her mouth wide, but otherwise remained still. 

"But it is moot now," I continued as I stepped a little closer to her, the head of my penis now less than an inch from her lips. "You have stopped laughing."

Without closing her mouth, the blonde glared up at me. Then, with no warning, she grabbed my thighs and pulled me toward her even as she slipped her lips around the tip of my shaft and drove them all the way down it. As she buried her nose in my pubic hair, I let out an involuntary grunt. I also put my hands on her head and ran my fingers through her hair. 

I felt the young woman sigh even with my manhood down her throat, then she began sliding her lips up and down it, staring up at me as she did so. As I was content to let her set her own pace, I did not push or pull her head, although I did keep my hands on it. 

After repeating the exquisite trip up and down my shaft maybe fifteen times, Jessi pulled away and grinned at me. She then turned to the side and dropped so that she was on all fours on the floors. Next, she glanced up at me and wiggled her shapely bottom. 

"I thought you said earlier that you did not..." I started to point out.

"Don't overthink it, Mark," she teased. "Just fuck me."

Jessi wiggled her rear end again, and this time I did not hesitate. I moved behind her, then knelt down, putting my hands on her hips as I brought my erect penis against her butt. 

"I meant fuck my pussy!" the young woman blurted out with a kind of plaintive urgency as I pushed up behind her. 

"I know, Jessi," I assured her. "I was just getting positioned."

The slender blonde's body, which had tensed, relaxed again, and she turned her head so that she was looking forward. I was worried that she might start to panic again, but when that did not happen, I decided to press on. Keeping my left hand on her hip, I used my right to maneuver my penis so that it aligned with her wet pussy. Once it was in place, I slowly slid inside of her as she moaned and thrust back against me. 

"Is that what you wanted," I asked once I was fully inside of her tight vagina. 

"Fuck yes," she breathed. 

"Slut," I teased. 

Jessi shuddered, then moaned as she started to push back against me rhythmically. Taking this as my cue that she wanted me to start, I took a firm hold on her hips, pulled myself out until just the tip was inside of her, and stopped, holding myself there. 

"What's wrong," Jessi asked, looking back over her shoulder. 

"Nothing," I said, smiling at her. "I just want to hear you beg."

My lover grinned but shook her head. I shrugged, then pushed in an inch or so before I pulled back again. Jessi turned to look forward again, took a deep breath, put her head down, leaned slightly forward, and then thrust herself back quickly and with surprising force. Before I could react, I was nearly a third of the way inside of her tight pussy, which was squeezing my erection as the young woman shuddered. 

I immediately moved back so that again just the top of me was inside of her, causing Jessi to whimper before she again leaned forward. This time I was ready for her, however, and just as she was about to push back, I landed a hard smack on the smooth, white skin of her right buttock. The impact prompted a yelp and caused the blonde's body to lurch forward. 

"I told you to beg," I reminded her, trying to keep my voice stern but unable to keep all of my amusement out of it. 

"Yes, Master," Jessi replied. 

"Not 'Master', Jessi," I advised her. "This is just you and me, no titles or roles or anything else."

"Fine, Mark!" she snapped. "Will you please just fuck me?"

Like before, Jessi started to push back, but again I met her with a nice smack to her bottom, this time to the left side. And again, her slender body lurched forward, although this time the movement was accompanied with a grunt rather than a whimper and followed by a shudder and moan. 

"Please fuck your little slut, Mark," Jessi pleaded. 

"No, not 'slut'. That is not who you are," I told her, this time giving her now reddening bottom a relatively light smack before she could try to push back against me. 

"You just called me that," Jessi whined. "Why can't I call myself a slut?"

"Just say, 'please fuck me, Mark'," I explained. "And you will get what you want."

"Fuck, Mark," the blonde complained. "It'd be easier just to go find a random guy to fuck me."

I laid my hand firmly on her derriere, and Jessi tensed and moved forward at the contact, but then relaxed as I started to rub her warm skin. 

"So, you want some random guy?" I asked, running my hand up and down her back. 

"No," she admitted softly. "I want you."

"And what do you want me to do, Jessi?" I inquired as I intertwined the fingers of my right hand in the hair on the back of her scalp. 

"Please fuck me, Mark," she begged. "Please, please, please fuck me."

With her words, I tightened my hold on her hair with one hand and my grip on hip with the other, then positioned my penis so the tip was just pushing between her swollen and moist labia. 

"What was it that you wanted again?" I teased. 

The young woman hung her head, and in a small voice said, "Please fuck me, Mark."

As she said my name, I rammed into her with enough force to cause her hands to slip on the carpet so that she was sent sprawling forward with a small shriek. 

"How was that," I asked, holding myself deep inside her snug pussy. 

Jessi pushed herself back up off the floor, but she did not answer. Instead, she again started pushing back against me like she had done the first time I had buried myself inside of her, but she did so more forcefully this time. 

"Now you are just being bad on purpose," I said as I pulled back so that we were back to the point where I only had the head of my penis pushed just inside of her.

"Oh please fuck me, Mark," she whimpered. "Please fuck me. I'll be good. I'll be good. Just fuck MEEEEEEE!"

Taking pity on Jessi, I had slammed into her just as she was saying 'me', turning the word into a shriek. I backed off a little on the force but quickened my rhythm, and it was not long before Jessi was moaning nearly continuously. But, just when I was sure she was seconds away from climaxing, I pulled out of her and stood up. 

"Huh," she groaned, looking back at me, her sweat dampened hair clinging to her forehead. "No, Mark. Don't stop."

"Turn over," I told her. "I want to see your face when you cum."

The blonde rolled over to her back and looked up at me, her mouth open and her eyes filled with lust. I moved between her open legs, but before I even tried to get in potion to enter her, I leaned forward, grabbed her hair right up against the back of her head, and kissed her hard, biting her bottom lip as I did so. Jessi responded by grasping my hair in both hands and kissing me back with even more force. 

After several seconds, my lover used my hair to pull my lips from hers. She locked her eyes with mine as she pushed her groin up against my still hard penis. I smiled down at her, then pushed forward against her hold on my hair and kissed her again. 

"Fuck me, Mark," she said as soon as the kiss ended, but there was no longer any hint of begging in her voice. "Make me cum."

I shifted my position, then, as I entered her in a single swift motion, I asked, "Like this?"

Jessi closed her eyes and moaned, then looked at me again and nodded vigorously. Or rather, she tried to nod vigorously despite the tight grasp I had on the hair on the back of her head. Then, as I began to thrust in and out of her, she let go of my hair and put her hands on my chest and pushed me up. 

As I did not want to let go of the blonde's soft hair, I did not let her push me upright. Instead, I used one arm to brace myself so I that my torsos was at about a 45 degree angle to her own, while I held on to her hair with the other. Jessi did not seem to mind this at all, as she began running her hands across my chest, as well as along my arms, while I was ramming into her. 

"Fuck, yes!" she yelled when I thrust into her with enough force to make her breasts shake then held myself as deep inside her as I could go. "I love your cock in me!"

"Slut," I growled, which brought a small smile to Jessi's lips. 

"Yep," she agreed, as I continued to hold my penis deep within her tight, warm vagina. "Just like you like me, despite what you try to pretend."

I nodded, then drew my shaft from her so that it was nearly out. I stayed like that for a few seconds, during which time Jessi pushed her bottom lip out into a pout. 

"I take it you want me to keep going?" I asked with a grin. 

"Yes... yes... oh fuck, yes!" she replied as I started thrusting again.

As I picked up speed, I gave her hair a final tug, then released it. I pushed myself up so that I was upright on my knees, and I reached out to massage each of Jess's perfect breasts. When I did so, the young woman brought her hands down to cover mine before pushing them harder against her chest. 

Gently, in contrast to the pounding I was starting to give her pussy, I pushed her hands aside before leaning forward and taking first one, then the other, of her small nipples into my mouth so I could lick, nibble, and bite them. When I did this, Jessi put her arms underneath mine, then reached around and dug her fingernails into my back, not enough to hurt, but certainly enough for me to know they were there. 

As Jessi continued to hold me tightly against her, I kissed and licked my way from her breasts to her neck. When I began to kiss just below one ear, the young woman arched her neck and moaned loudly while increasing the pressure of her fingernails against my skin. 

I am not sure what it was that suddenly sent my lover over the edge - the kisses on her neck, the closeness of our bodies pressed up against each other, the driving rhythm of my thrusts into her, or a combination for all of these things - but without any warning save for a sharp intake of breath, Jessi climaxed beneath me. As she did so, she sunk her nails into my back with sufficient force to truly hurt (later, when I had time to think about it, and look at my back in a mirror, I was thankful that she had chewed her fingernails short enough that she did not do much damage), arched her back, and pushed her groin up against mine as she whimpered through what seemed to be a strong orgasm. 

As her vagina clamped around my penis, I held myself still inside of her and waited for her body to relax again. I also kissed her neck and face as I laced the fingers of both hands in her hair. 

Jessi, who had closed her eyes when she climaxed, took a deep breath and opened them again just as her body went limp beneath me and her hands fell away from my back. 

"That was... wonderful," she breathed as she stared up at me. 

"Was it one that was a surprise?" I asked her. 

"You mean where it snuck up on me," she replied as she brought one hand up to my face while rubbing my side and hip with her other hand. "No, I knew it was going to happen, but it kept not happening, and then it just kinda let loose."

"Sounds nice," I grinned at her. 

"Oh, it was so much more than nice," she sighed. 

"Well, since I did not finish yet, are you ready for more?" I asked her even as I started to move in and out of her slowly. 

The blonde bit her bottom lip and nodded, but then she pushed me away from her, although not hard enough that I had to pull out. 

"I want to try something," she informed me. "Lie on your back."

Reluctantly, I withdrew from the warmth of her pussy, then lay on my back on the floor. Jessi leaned over, sucked and licked my penis for a few seconds, then turned and straddled me with her back to me. As she positioned herself over me, she fumbled around with her hand until she grabbed my hard - and slick - shaft, then she pulled it straight so she could slide down on it. 

Once she had all of me inside her, Jessi leaned forward, her hands on my thighs just above my knees, and started pumping up and down on my manhood. I was amazed by how it felt to be in her with her leaning away from me like that. I would not have thought that anything could have made Jessi's pussy feel tighter than it usually did, but her current position did exactly that. And within mere moments, I knew I would likely not last long enough for the blonde to climax again. 

While my younger lover worked on keeping up a steady rhythm, one that I was quite sure would take me quickly over the edge, I ran my hands across her tight bottom and along her arched back. As I did so, Jessi shuddered, then she leaned even further forward, her hands sliding down to my shins, giving me an incredible view of her quivering bottom as well as her stretched labia clinging to my shaft as she pushed herself up and down it. 

I groaned, then pushed myself up with one arm while I reached out with the other and slapped both of her butt cheeks, first the right, then the left. When I did so, Jessi whimpered and stopped her up and down movement. With my erection all the way inside of her, I felt her pussy spasm around me. It was too much for me, and I grabbed hold of her hair and pulled it back as I shot several spurts of semen straight up into her. 

Jessi whimpered and shuddered one more time as I climaxed inside of her, then she started to try to bounce up and down on me again. However, my softening penis did not cooperate, so she pushed herself up, letting me fall out of her. She quickly turned to face me, grabbed my right hand, and shoved it between her legs as she bent forward over me and kissed me, her breasts pushed against my chest. 

The angle was a bit awkward, but I managed to slip my index and middle finger inside of her soaked slit as my thumb found her erect clitoris and began to rub it. Jessi shuddered and moaned at my touch, then buried her face in my neck and started nipping at it. 

While I kept up the attention to her pussy with my right hand, I reached my left arm behind her and started lightly spanking her. The blonde moaned louder as she grabbed my hair with one hand and my arm with the other. She did not, however, quit kissing and nibbling on my neck. 

Giving the spanking a rest, I rubbed her bottom while I curled the fingers of my other hand forward so that they were pressing on the wall of Jessi's vagina directly behind her clitoris. As I did this, I pressed my thumb against her clitoris with increasing force. 

When Jessi started panting and shaking, I gave her butt three sharp smacks. As I had thought it might, this pushed Jessi to the point of no return, and her pussy clinched around my fingers as she shrieked into my neck.

Unusually for Jessi, her body tensed and became rigid during her orgasm, but this time her whole frame shook each time her pussy clamped down on my fingers. This happened five times in total, and on the last, her body tensed as I had expected as the fingers of her hand that grasping

my arm clamped uncomfortably around my bicep. 

When the blonde's body relaxed again, I slowly drew my fingers out of her. She shuddered once just as they pulled free, then she lay still against me, her breathing quick and shallow. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 19



When I walked back in my door with the pizza, a pretty but angry blonde, who was again wearing my old t-shirt, was standing in my living room, her arms crossed over her chest. 

"Hello, Mark," Jessi said, glaring at me. 

"Hi Jessi," I replied. "I have the pizza."

"I see that," she responded. "And I got your note."

"Great," I smiled at her. "Everything worked out."

"Just give me the pizza, Mark," she snapped. "And get some plates."

"This is my house," I reminded her, trying hard not to laugh. 

"Be careful or you won't get anything later," she warned me. 

"I see," I said. "So, you mean if I felt under my shirt that you are wearing, I would not find you ready?"

Jessi, who was in the process of putting the pizza box down on the table, looked up at me and fixed me with one of those typical Jessi stares.

"Maybe you would, maybe you wouldn't," she told me. "Let's just eat, then you can find out for yourself how ready I may or may not be."

"Or I could bend you over the table and fuck you, and we could have cold pizza after," I countered, winking at my younger lover. 

Jessi glared at me for several seconds, and I was quite sure she was trying to decide if she was angry enough about the fact that had I left without her to go pick up the pizza that she would pretend not to be aroused. However, as several more seconds went by, I began to wonder if she really was angry enough not to be aroused, despite her earlier assertion that she usually was aroused around me, even when angry. I was just about to apologize when a smile lit her face and her gaze softened. 

"I like cold pizza," she grinned, then pulled the t-shirt over her head and tossed it aside. 

I grabbed Jess's hair and pulled her to me for a quick but hard kiss, then I turned her around and pushed her forward so that she was bracing herself with her hands on the table. Using a knee, I pushed her legs apart before running a hand up her inner thigh to her almost dripping pussy. 

"Well, that answers the question as to whether you are ready," I teased as I began to slip my fingers in and out of her. 

"But are you ready to fuck me, Mr. Warner?" she asked as she reached back and felt my rapidly hardening penis through my jeans. "Mmmm... pretty darn close, it feels."

I did not respond verbally - instead, I reached around her torso with the hand not playing with her pussy and grabbed one of her breasts. I squeezed it for a moment, then pinched the nipple and pulled it forward. The blonde threw her head back and pushed her bare bottom up against my groin, moaning as she did so. 

Moving my hand from between her legs, I fumbled at the buttons on my jeans while leaning forward and kissing the side of her nicely arched neck. I was rewarded with a shiver and a whine, then more moaning as I switched my hand to her other breast and repeated what I had done to the first. 

"Fuck, I need you in me," she told me while I was still trying to undue my pants sufficiently to slide them down. 

In order to speed up the process, I let go of her breast and stepped back. I quickly finished with the buttons on my jeans and pulled them and my underwear off together. I did not bother removing my socks or my shirt, although I was reminded of the time Jessi had teased me about how unsexy it would have been if I had kept my socks on. It had been our first time together, and she had said she was so horny she would not really have cared if I had left them on, but she had teased me about it later.

Still, I did not want to waste the time, so I decided to just go ahead with my socks on. Jessi, who had groaned and pushed her hips back to try to make contact with me after I had stepped away to remove my pants, was looking over her shoulder at me, her vivid blue eyes first focusing on my face, then my now fully erect and free penis, and finally, to my discomfort, my bare legs and still sock-covered feet. 

The lovely blonde smirked and raised an eyebrow, and I knew she was thinking about the same thing that had occupied my mind just moments earlier. However, I found that I really didn't care if she teased me later. All I wanted to do was to push myself inside of her tight pussy and give us both as much pleasure as possible. But first, she had to be punished for that smirk, so I smacked her nicely shaped ass once, hard enough to cause her lips to form into an 'O' shape before she grinned and turned to look forward again. 

"I am going to fuck you now, Jessi," I informed her as I grabbed her hips and stepped up right behind her. "Are you ready?"

"I thought I told you that I am almost always ready when I'm with you, Mr. Warner," Jessi replied as I began rubbing my erection against her moist labia. "The only time I'm not is when you've fucked me so hard that I'm sore, and even that doesn't keep me from getting wet around you."

"What about the time you were so pissed at me that you slapped me," I reminded her as I pushed the head of my shaft inside of her tight warmth. 

"I'm always wet when I am angry with you, Mr. Warner," she groaned. "I'm a fucked up little slut. You know that."

I thought back over the arguments in which Jessi and I had engaged, and I found it disconcertingly arousing to realize that she had been in that state during them. 

"The only times I'm not wet is when I panic, or I have to shut down my feelings, and even then sometimes..." Jessi was saying, but she trailed off when I pulled the tip of my penis from inside of her. 

"What are you doing? No! Please don't stop! I need you... ffffffuuuuuccccckkkk!"

In the middle of Jessi begging, I had tightened my grip on her slender but sensuously curved thighs and rammed the full length of my erection into her in one stroke. As my younger lover shuddered and pressed back against me, I held myself still to let her adjust to me being inside of her. Then, I ran my hands up her sides and around to her chest, where I firmly grasped one of her modest breasts in each hand. 

"Oh fuck yes, Mark!" she exclaimed. "I love it when you play rough with my tits."

I smiled, although Jessi could not see me, and then kissed the back of her neck. The blonde shuddered again, then whined when I pulled my penis mostly back out of her. However, that whine turned to a yelp when I shoved it back in hard enough to make her butt cheeks quiver. 

"You want it hard like that," I asked her as I pulled back again, "Or soft and..."

"Hard!" she interrupted me. "Hard and fast and rough."

"Like this?" I asked, as I moved one hand away from her breasts and pulled her hair while simultaneously thrusting forcefully into her and twisting one breast. 

"FUCK YES!" she screamed.

Then, to my surprise, as I thought she would need more buildup, Jessi's body went rigid while she grunted quietly. While that all was happening, I also felt her pussy quiver and clench at me, and I knew she was in the midst of an orgasm. Her climax did not last long, however, and in almost the time it took for me to realize she was experiencing an orgasm, her body relaxed and she slumped slightly forward, her head hanging down. 

"Did you cum?" I asked her, although I was quite sure she had. 

"Yes," she rasped as her breathing slowed. "A little one. It just hit me."

"Are you ready for more?" I asked as I began slowly thrusting in and out of her. 

"Yes," she breathed. "Oh fuck, yes."

"But soft and slow this time?" I teased. 

"Fuck, Mark," she snarled. "Quit asking and just pull my hair and use me like a little whore."

"Okay," I agreed before I yanked her head back using her hair and clamped the fingers of my other hand even tighter on her breast. 

"Yes, that!" she screamed as I began driving my manhood in and out of her still sodden pussy.

I am not sure what came over me in that instant, but I started ramming into the slender young woman with as much force as I could. I had always held back a little with her, something I did not do with Jessika, who was both bigger and stronger. But something about that moment caused me to pound Jessi every bit as hard as I had ever done with Jessika, and I had never had sex harder with a woman than I had with my brunette lover.

After just a little of this treatment, Jessi was panting hard, and she had reached the point where the cries she was making sounded like they might have been intended as words, but they came out as inarticulate noises. I had taken her to that point before, and I was sure an intense orgasm was building within my lover's hyper-stimulated loins. 

Dropping her hair, I moved that hand back around to her chest, and twisted both of her breasts at once, then rolled her small, erect nipples between my fingers. Jessi shrieked out a word I could understand, a long, drawn out, high pitched 'fuck'. Then her body began to shake, and her shriek morphed into an undulating moan. The convulsions and the moan lasted several seconds before she slumped forward to where only my hands on her breasts kept her from falling against the table. 

I waited for her muscles to tense, as they always did when she climaxed. Well, except sometimes when she had multiple orgasms - at those times, she would shudder through each wave, then only tense up at the end of the last one, as had happened earlier that day. However, this time I was quite sure Jessi had not had multiple orgasms, but she had gone straight from shaking to relaxed with no tensing of her muscles. Further, I could not feel any spasms in her tight pussy, something that happened with every type of orgasm I had ever felt her have. Instead, she was just limp, and her vagina, while it clung to my penis due to its normal snugness, was not any more active than the rest of the young woman's body. 

"Jessi," I called, gently lowering her down so that her chest and face were resting on the table as I withdrew my penis from her. "Are you okay?"

"I think so," she answered weakly. "That one hit me hard."

"I didn't think you came," I told her as rubbed her back. 

"Why'd you think that?" she asked. 

"You usually tense up when you climax. You shake first, but your muscles always tense up at the end," I explained. "This time you just shook. You did shake pretty hard, but..."

While I was talking, Jessi had managed to push herself up off the table, before turning, somewhat unsteadily, to look at me. As her eyes locked with mine, I saw them fill with some intense emotion. 

"I can't believe you know all that," she breathed. 

"Of course I do," I replied, unsure why she was surprised. "I know the noises you make, or how sometimes when it is a second orgasm closely after the first your face and your chest flush..."

My sentence was interrupted by my blonde lover grabbing me, pushing her lips against mine, then and thrusting her tongue past my lips. The kiss was so forceful and so unexpected that it was a couple of seconds before I reacted at all. Then I pulled her against me and kissed her back, relishing the feel of her body pressed tightly against mine, especially since her abdomen was pushed up firmly against my still hard penis. 

"I never realized you paid attention to all that," she grinned when the kiss finally ended and our grip on each other loosened. "You are definitely not like the boys I've been with."

I chuckled at her words, realizing they were a reference to what she had said in the sandwich shop, then I kissed her again, softly. 

"I still do not understand why the fuck your wife ever let you go." Jessi declared after the second kiss. 

And with that, the mood, at least for me, was broken. I let go of the blonde and stepped away from her. Jessi looked hurt and confused for a moment, but then she tried to ease the sudden tension by teasing me. 

"Was it because you wore just socks and a shirt for sex?" she smiled. "I mean, that is a kinda unsexy look. If you had not fucked me so well..."

"Give it a rest, Jessi," I snapped, and a hurt expression flooded across her thin, elfin face again, making her look as young as she had pretended to be earlier. 

"I'm sorry, Mark," she said. "Please don't be mad at me."

"Let's just eat," I shrugged. "Do you want me to heat the pizza?"

"It's fine cold," she replied, her eyes searching mine. 

Without bothering to get my pants or underwear, I sat down, opened the pizza box, and put a slice of pizza each on the two plates that I had taken out earlier. I held one plate out to Jessi and kept the other. The blonde looked like she wanted to say something, but then she sat and timidly took the plate from me. 

I felt horrible. She had not deserved my anger, and I regretted how I had spoken. While it certainly was not the first time I had been angry with her or spoken sharply, this time was very different. Before, such behavior on my part had always been in response to Jessi's anger or her pushing me in some way. This time I was angry with someone who was not even a part of my life anymore, and I had taken it out on a young woman who had only been trying to compliment me. 

"I am sorry Jessi," I told her after watching her play with, but not eat, her slice of the pizza. 

The blonde shrugged but did not meet my eyes. She did, however, take a bite of her pizza. We both then ate in silence while she looked down at the table, and I looked anywhere but at the clearly sad woman sitting across from me. 

"I'm sorry I brought it up," she told me when she had finished her slice of pizza. "It was thoughtless and stupid of me."

"No it was not, Jessi," I sighed, meeting her eyes, which had left the table to look up at me. "My reaction was."

Jessi shrugged, then looked back down before continuing, "Still, I know better. I know that... some things are off limits."

"I am not sure she ever loved me." I blurted out, causing Jessi to raise her eyes to my face again. "I know she did not like having sex with me, at least not after the first few years. And even in the beginning, it was never like it has been with, um, you."

"And with Jessika, I suspect" Jessi added, but I detected no malice in her voice. "But why not? I know what kind of lover you are. No other guy has paid even half the attention that you do."

"She did not marry me for that," I told her. "She married me for who she thought I could - and should - be."

"She sounds like a fucking cunt to me," Jessi replied, and I saw anger blaze in her eyes. "You were right to leave her."

For a moment I felt an urge to defend my ex-wife, or ask my young lover not to talk about her that way, but then I realized it was just a reflex. Not only did I not care how Jessi talked about her, I realized I even agreed with the blonde's sentiment about her. 

"She left me..." I started to say, but Jessi cut me off. 

"You should've left her. A bitch like that doesn't deserve you," the blonde growled. 

"Let's not talk about her," I suggested.

Jessi looked defiant for a moment, but then she nodded and we sat in silence for what must have been at least a couple of minutes. I tried to think of something to say, but instead my mind was reliving different experiences, good and bad, form the time of my marriage. Interposed with those memories were thoughts of Jessi and Jessika, and how my experiences with them were more similar to each other than they were any of my experiences with my ex-wife. 

"Do you know what this reminds me of, Mark?" Jessi asked me, pulling me away from my thoughts. 

"What," I replied, focusing on her and finding an amused look on her face. 

"We ate pizza after our first time," she said. "But we got dressed first. This time we're naked. Well, I'm naked and you're wearing just a shirt... and socks. Gross."

"Fine, I will take them off," I told her, before scooting my chair back and removing my socks and tossing them under the table. "Is that better?"

"The shirt too," she instructed. "If I'm going to be naked, you have to be too."

"I think I said before that you are a lot more appealing naked than I am, or something like that," I reminisced as I removed my shirt.

"Not to me," Jessi smiled. "I like you naked."

We looked at each other for a moment, then Jessi blushed and looked away for a couple of seconds.

"So, how about I slip under the table and suck you off while you finish eating?" she asked when her eyes met mine again. 

"You have already done that once today, and gone down on me a few more times before we did other things," I reminded her. 

"I wasn't aware there was a blowjob limit in effect," the blonde countered, grinning at me.

"I just want to make you feel good as well, Jessi," I explained, then hurried on when it looked like she was going to interrupt me. "And if you do that, I probably will not be able to do anything else tonight, at least not that involves me having an erection."

"So?" Jessi responded. "I've already cum several times, and I want to please you. I'm okay with that being it for tonight."

"But you were saying you are always aroused around me," I pointed out, "and I know that, um, doing that arouses you more..."

"Doing what, Mark?" Jessi teased, interrupting me. 

"Sucking on me," I sighed. 

"Sucking on what?" Jessi pushed. 

"On my cock," I said. 

"Mr. Warner!" Jessi gasped in mock horror. "How dare you suggest that I get wet sucking your cock! That'd be very slutty, don't you think?"

"Yes, I supposed," I shrugged. 

My young lover smirked, then reached across the table and took one of my hands in hers. 

"I enjoy giving you head, Mark," she told me. "I love making you excited and getting you to cum all over me, or in my mouth, or even down my throat. I like it all."

I started to speak, but Jessi shook her head and continued, "I want to do it right now. And yes, I'm wet. And yes, I'll likely be even wetter when I'm done. But if I never sucked your cock for fear of it arousing me, you'd never get your cock sucked, and I don't think you want that."

"I would... miss that aspect of our physical intimacy," I agreed. 

"You're doing that on purpose, aren't you," the blonde accused. 

"Doing what?" I asked. 

"Using 'proper' sounding words just to get me to make you say the nastier words," she replied. 

"I could be," I agreed. 

Jessi tried to look stern, but she could not keep it up, and soon she was giggling. I felt myself smiling as I watched her. Things had been so intense between us for weeks - ever since she had sent Jessika the email with the proposed contest for my attention - that it felt really good that for at least parts of this weekend we could laugh and relax and have fun. 

"You are very pretty when you giggle like that, Jessi," I laughed. 

"Am I prettier when my lips are stretched around your thick cock, Mr. Warner?" Jessi inquired, and I realized she had figured out that I was trying to steer her away from giving me head again. 

"You are stunningly beautiful when you suck my cock," I admitted. "And I feel horrible for thinking that way, because you are so much more to me than just..."

My words were cut off by Jessi climbing onto the table, pushing the pizza box aside as she crawled across, grabbing my head, and kissing me. For the second time that evening, I was too shocked at first to kiss her back, but I was able to move past that pretty quickly, and soon we were kissing each other like we had not seen each other for days. 

"Did I say something you liked," I teased her when Jessi finally pulled back and let go of my head. 

"Yes," she breathed. "Say it again."

"You are stunningly beautiful when you suck my cock," I repeated. 

"Okay," the blonde said, pushing herself back off the table. "I changed my mind about where I want to do this."

"We could go in the living room, or the bedroom," I suggested. 

"As long as I can see you watching me, I'm good," she told me as she took my hand and pulled me up out of my chair. 

"Then how about the couch again," I proposed. "That seemed to work well earlier."




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 19



"Fine with me," the young woman agreed as she led me into the living room. 

When we were in front of the couch, I turned to sit down, but the blonde grabbed me around my neck and pulled me to her for another long, passionate, urgent kiss. After several seconds, Jessi kissed down my chin to my neck, then up to my ear. 

"I hope you're in the mood for having your cock worshipped by your little slut, Mr. Warner," she whispered. 

Before I could answer, Jessi kissed her way down to my chest, where she softly kissed, licked and sucked on my surprisingly sensitive nipples. After a few seconds of that, Jessi started kissing and licking lower, moving down my abdomen as she crouched down in front of me. When she reached the start of my pubic hair, she repositioned herself so that she was kneeling, then she looked up at me and smiled before she kissed the base of my penis, which had gone from soft to quite hard while she had been working her way down to it. 

"I adore your cock, Mr. Warner," she told me before she started planting little kisses all over the shaft.

"It's so nice and hard and thick," she moaned as she pushed it up and licked the underside of it. "I love how the veins feel on my tongue, and the soft warmth of your skin over the hardness inside of it."

"Fuck, Jessi," I moaned. "You are fucking sexy."

"You like me down on my knees, serving you?" She asked between licks. "You like me worshipping your beautiful cock with my lips and tongue?"

"Yes," I admitted. "And I like you talking about it. I know it is wrong to want you to be like this, but it feels so good."

"Why is it wrong for you to want me like this," she asked before she wrapped her lips around my scrotum and gently suckled it. 

I didn't say anything. I just enjoyed the sensations of her mouth softly tugging first one testicle, then the other while I tried not to think about all the things that troubled me about my young lover's sexuality. I did not want to worry about her age, or if I was going to hurt her, or if it was wrong to keep seeing both her and Jessika. All I wanted to do was enjoy what the beautiful and sexy blonde was doing.

"You didn't answer," Jessi pointed out a few seconds later when she released my scrotum. "What's wrong with...?"

"I feel guilty," I admitted, resisting the urge to make Jessi take my penis in her mouth just so I would not have to talk about it anymore. "I feel like I am taking advantage of you, and things that have happened to you, by letting you do things I know that you think make you a 'slut', or worse."

The blonde knelt back, locked her eyes on mine, and shook her head. Then, she smiled, leaned forward again, wrapped her lips around the head of my penis, and slid her lips down the whole length of my shaft. When she reached the base, she locked her eyes on me, and began moving her tongue against the underside of my erection. 

I am not sure how long she stayed like that, but as my own breathing grew heavier, I began to worry that she could not breathe. I grabbed her hair to pull her away so she could breathe, but Jessi shook her head 'no', the movement of her head making me groan.

"Why are you doing...?" I started to ask as I began to wonder if this was hurting her. 

Before I could finish my question, Jessi yanked her head back until my penis was free, then she leaned over while gasping for air. 

"Are you okay?" I asked, kneeling down beside her. 

"Yes," she croaked. "I haven't done it that long for... a while,"

"Why did you do it?" I asked her while she took deep breaths. 

"Stand back up and I'll tell you," she replied. 

I did not know at that point why she had asked me to stand back up, but I did so. The blonde immediately straightened up so she was again kneeling upright, locked her eyes on mine, took my penis in one hand, and leaned toward me and sucked the first couple of inches of it vigorously for several seconds. 

"I did it because I wanted to show you how much of a slut I really am," she told me when she had pulled her lips from me again. "It's what I am. A slut who wants to please her man so much she will keep his cock down her throat until she can't breathe."

"But you are not... that, Jessi," I argued, only to have my words met with a long, intense stare. 

"Yes, I am," she finally said. "I'm more than that too, if that makes you feel better, but that doesn't change that part of who I am is slut. Hell, when it comes to you, I'd say I am probably more nympho than slut."

"We need to stop this for now," I sighed, trying to ignore the fact that my penis was as hard as ever. "I do not think it is a good idea considering your mood."

"My mood is that I want to please my man," Jessi advised me. "And all you need to do is to relax and let it happen."

I cleared my throat, but I did not say a word as my blonde lover began licking up and down my erection again. Taking a deep breath, I gently pulled her face away from my shaft, then I leaned down and kissed her. Jessi seemed surprised at first, then she kissed me back for a couple of seconds before pushing my face away. 

"I take it that is your approval for me to continue," she grinned. 

"Yes," I agreed. "I know I should not let you, but I want you to... do... to... give... um..."

"You don't have to say it, Mark," Jessi assured me. "Just enjoy what I want to do for you."

I nodded, then took a deep breath as the young woman again started kissing along the length of my penis. I had mixed feelings on her departure from her norm of wanting me to tell her what I wanted her to do. One the one hand, it was easier for me not to have to say anything. On the other hand, I discovered that I was actually missing the use of graphic language to talk to her about what she was doing. 

My pondering of my own reaction was put to an end when Jessi again swallowed my shaft to the base and held herself in that position. This time, I did not fight it, but she did not hold it as long either, and it was much easier for her to catch her breath when she slid her lips up to the tip of my penis again. 

As the young woman looked at me, her blue eyes shining, I found I wanted more than the oral sex, incredible as it was. So, as she was about to go back down, I took her face in both of my hands and gently moved her back so that my penis fell free of her lips. 

Jessi narrowed her eyes and stared first at my face, then at my hands as I held them out for her. Still looking at me quizzically, the blonde took my hands, and while I remained sitting, I drew her to her feet. I then placed my hands on her hips and pulled her toward me until I could lean forward and kiss and lick her labia and clit. 

As I teased her with my tongue, Jessi moaned and ran her fingers through my hair, then said, "You don't have to do this, Mark. I was serious - I'm not expecting anything in return."

I pulled my face from her pussy, looked up at her, then lightly kissed and licked her abdomen, which quivered at the touch of my lips and tongue. I then moved up and licked and sucked on one firm nipple, then the other. At the same time, I slipped two fingers of my left hand into her pussy and pumped them in and out for a few seconds. 

Suddenly, Jessi grabbed my left arm and pulled my fingers from inside of her. When they were free, the blonde grasped my wrist and brought my hand up to her face, then sucked the fingers covered with her juices into her mouth, staring at me while she did so. For my part, I continued to lick and suck her nipples, as well as giving an occasional playful nip to the white flesh of her breasts. 

"Is it okay if I've changed my mind," she asked, breathless, after I pulled my fingers from her mouth. 

"Sure," I assured her. "What do you have in mind?"

"Riding your hard cock until we both cum," she smiled. 

"That would be acceptable," I told her, which caused her to laugh right before she kissed me. 

While we kissed, first her tongue exploring my mouth, then mine exploring hers, Jessi climbed up onto my lap. She then positioned herself so that she was straddling me, spread wide, her knees on either side of my things. 

My lover's hands were in my hair as she continued to kiss me, so I reached down and slipped the head of my erection between her labia. Once Jessi felt me in position, she slowly sank back down, engulfing me in the incredible tightness of her wet and warm pussy. 

"I love it when you ride me, Jessi," I told her after breaking our kiss. 

"I love it however we fuck," the blonde responded, then locked her lips on mine again as she began to rock forward and backward. 

After that, we did not say anything else for some time. Jessi kissed me again, and we continued kissing as she went from rocking, to bouncing on my lap, to pushing herself up until just the tip of me was inside of her, then letting gravity bring her back down my shaft. However, soon her breathing, and to a lesser extent my own, grew heavy enough that we stopped kissing. Instead, my lover put her forehead against mine, and her vivid blue eyes locked on me with a primal intensity. 

The feeling of her pussy was amazing, as always, but what was really exciting me was the raw passion of the moment. It was different from when I had been rough with her earlier. It was neither tender nor slow, but in a way it was more making love than what we had done prior. It was the two of us, as close together as we could be, molding together into one, feeling the pleasure of the other in our own pleasure. This was not the first time I had felt something like this with Jessi, but it was a much stronger sense of it than any time before. It was much more like the feeling of oneness that I had achieved with Jessika on a few occasions than it was like anything I had felt with Jessi before. 

With a shake of my head, I pushed away thought of Jessika and concentrated on my younger lover. I ran my hands, which had been massaging Jessi's thighs and bottom as she pumped up and down on me, up her sides and then gently but firmly massaged her breasts. Jessi moaned and moved her hands from my shoulders to behind my head, running her fingers through my hair as she did so. 

As I continued to play with her bosom, Jessi's breathing grew ragged, and her movements more urgent. Every few seconds she would moan or whimper and shut her eyes for a moment right before she would shiver, then she would again fix me with her intense gaze until the next shiver hit her. 

"Are you going to... cum for me?" I asked, pushing my words out between heavy breaths. 

The only answer from the blonde was a growl and a further increase in the tempo of both her movements and her breathing. It was only a few seconds later that her hands tightened in my hair and she moved her head down and buried her face against my shoulder as her body shook and muffled screams escaped from where her mouth was pressed against my skin. 

I waited a heartbeat, wondering if her orgasm would be more normal than the one she had experience when I had taken her leaning over my table. I received my answer as her body grew rigid and her vagina clamped down rhythmically around my hard penis. After several seconds, Jess's body relaxed again, but her pussy continued to squeeze me for several seconds more. 

When the spasms passed, I began to realize that the young woman slumped up against me was drenched with sweat, as was I. As I had not climaxed, I wondered if she would really be up for more, despite her assertions she was nearly always ready around me.. 

Jessi seemed to have been thinking along the same lines, because she suddenly pushed away from me, gave me quick smile, then slid off my lap and back down onto her knees, freeing my still hard shaft from her pussy as she did so. After another quick smile, she wrapped her lips around my obviously wet penis and began sucking on it hard and fast. 

At first she did not take me all the way down, but after maybe a minute or so of concentrating on half my penis, she drove her face down all the way down it, then jerked it back up, only to force herself down faster. Well, it took probably less than half a minute of this before I grabbed her hair, held her head in place with about three inches or so of my penis in her mouth, and erupted. 

Jessi closed her eyes when the first spurt of my semen filled her mouth, and I both felt and heard her sigh as my penis twitched with each successive spurt. Given that I had already climaxed several times over the past few days, there was relatively little volume, and I figured the blonde had easily swallowed it all. However, shortly after the last of my ejaculation dribbled out, she pulled her mouth from me, kneeled upright, looked up at me, and opened her mouth to show me she had collected it all there.  

She had done this before, most notably during our first time together, but I was still struck by the image of it - my young lover showing me my semen filling her mouth, as if she was asking for my approval. After I stared at her a few seconds, I smiled, which must have been sufficient approval as the young woman closed her mouth, swallowed, then opened wide so I could see that it was all gone. 

As Jessi knelt in front of me, her now empty mouth still open, I leaned forward, firmly took her face between my hands, and kissed her. She moaned and immediately kissed me back. When the kiss ended, Jessi climbed up onto the couch and snuggled up against me. I put my arm around her shoulder as she laid her head on mine and sighed contentedly. 

***

Jessi and I fell asleep on the couch, and it was after 1:00am when I woke and then managed to half-carry the groggy young woman to my bedroom. After helping her lie down, I snuggled up against her and was asleep again in mere moments. 

As I slept, I had a rather disturbing dream in which I was having sex with Amara, taking her from behind like I had done at the end of our threesome with Jessi. As I thrust in and out of her, we both stared at Jessi, who was standing naked about three feet away from us. 

Then, without warning, Jessi was kissing another man, and they were now far out of our reach as Amara and I both reached out toward them. I was calling Jessi's name, and Amara was calling a name, and although I could not tell what name she was calling, I knew it was wrong. 

When Jessi lay back on a bed that appeared out of nowhere and spread her legs for the man who was now naked as well, I tried to pull out of Amara and stand up so I could go and stop her. However, when I did so, found that Amara and I were strapped together and that I could not free myself from her. As I tried to undue the strap, Amara struggled to get out from beneath me while begging Jessi to stop as the man buried his erection inside the young woman and she moaned in pleasure...

I sat up, drenched in a cold sweat, breathing heavily, my heart pounding in my ears. I reached up and rubbed my hands on my face as I tried to calm myself, but each breath I took was a gasp for air. 

"Mark, are you okay?" Jessi asked, sitting up beside me and rubbing my back. 

"Yes," I croaked. "I just woke suddenly from an... intense dream."

"What was it about?" the blonde asked me, her voice soft and worried. 

I turned to look at my young lover, and I understood at least part of the dream. 

"Who is Trevor, Jessi?" I asked her, and at the sound of the name, her eyes widened. 

"What... why... um, I don't... don't know... what..." she stammered. 

"Yes you do," I said. "You told me you had not showered since being with Trevor, but that is not the name of Amara's boyfriend. I don't remember what it was, but I remember you and Amara talking about him, and Trevor was not the name used."

"Landon. His name's Landon," Jessi sighed, dropping her eyes. 

"Who is Trevor?" I asked again. 

"Trevor was Amara's first love," the young woman said, her eyes still downcast, her voice flat. "He was in my grade at school. When she was a sophomore and we were seniors, they were together most of the year, and she was... obsessed with him."

"What happened?" 

"After graduation, he cheated on her," Jessi replied, glancing up at me briefly. 

"With you?" I demanded. 

"No," Jessi responded, shaking her head. "I never fucked him until Thursday night."

"But you were with Landon on Thursday," I pointed out. "Amara told me, and you admitted it as well."

"I went out and found Trevor afterwards," the blonde confessed, then she buried her face in her hands and started to cry. 

I sat and stared at my younger lover, not sure what to do or say. Part of me wanted to comfort her, but another part of me thought it better to let her suffer. However, after a minute or so, my more compassionate thoughts won out and I put my arm around Jessi's shoulder, pulled her against me, stroked her hair, and kissed her head. 

"I'd hoped you didn't notice," Jessi sniffed after her tears dried up. "When I said 'Trevor', I mean."

"I did not at first," I admitted. "But in the dream, Amara was calling out to man who was with you, and while I could not hear the name, I knew it was the wrong name. When I woke up, I put it all together."

I did not tell Jessi the rest of the dream, other than that Amara and I were trying to stop her from having sex with the man. Jessi shook her head, then looked at me with moist eyes, and I could see the plea in them. She wanted - no needed - me to tell her it was okay. And as I thought about it, I realized it was, at least as far as her actions with Amara's ex-boyfriend. I had already forgiven her for Landon, and Trevor was just an extension of the same thing. But that did not mean everything else was okay. 

"You were not completely honest in your apology," I pointed out. 

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you everything after I slipped up," Jessi sniffled. "And I'm sorry I fucked him. I just wanted to hurt her. I know it was really wrong."

I sighed heavily, then kissed Jessi's head again. I started to open my mouth to speak, but Jessi had more to say. 

"Trevor gave me the tequila," she said. "I was drunk when I left him. I have no idea how I made it home, like I told you before."

I was about to tell her that it had been a bad decision but there was nothing she could do about it now, when a new thought entered my head. 

"Did you use a condom with either of them?" I asked. 

The young woman pulled away from and glared at me. 

"Did you when you fucked Amara? Or when you fuck Big Tits?" she snapped. 

"No," I admitted. "But I have not been out just having sex with people while drunk out of my mind."

"Well, you'd already have anything Landon might have, since you fucked his whore," Jessi spat. "That wasn't my doing." 

"And what about Trevor?" I pushed, ignoring her comments about my conduct with Amara. 

"What about Jessika?" Jessi snarled. 

"Jessika and I have been having sex as long as you and I have," I reminded her. "I know there is no problem there."

"What about the other guys she's probably fucking?" Jessi demanded. 

"She has not been with anyone else," I replied, even though I realized I did not really know if that was true. "You have been with three other men, at least, since we have been together. It is something about which I should be at least concerned, I think."

"Then go get tested, Mark," Jessi suggested. "I'll do the same. And I'd like to point out that you've not worried about this before, or even asked me about birth control even though you cum inside me."

"I just assumed you were on the pill since you did not object or ask me to wear a condom," I told her.

"Pretty stupid for such a smart man, Mark," the blonde sneered. "And so typically a man, just assuming the girl has taken care of everything."

"You are not on birth control?" I blurted out, staring at her disdainful blue eyes. 

"I am on 'Depo'," she informed me, her expression not softening at all. "I get a shot every three months. Haven't you wondered why I don't get my period?"




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 19



"I just assumed you did not talk about it," I replied sheepishly. "You are right, I was stupid about it. I should have asked..."

As I talked, I saw something softer flicker in Jessi's eyes, and her expression changed. It took me a moment to figure out that her new expression was one of hope, and I realized that she was trying to deflect our conversation and she thought it had worked. But as my voice trailed off, the hope faded from the blonde's visage. 

"But as stupid as I may have been," I went on after a moment, "that does not change that you went out and had sex with two men just to hurt Amara, and that you lied about the second one, even after you let it slip."

"I didn't lie," Jessi shot back. "I just didn't tell you everything."

"There is such a thing as a lie of omission, Jessi," I informed her. 

"Well, maybe I would've learned that in my English class if my professor hadn't been thinking about fucking his student all the times," my blonde lover said, and although her voice and her expression both still exuded anger, I thought I caught a slight smile after she spoke. 

"It was just two of them I wanted to fuck," I replied, deciding to take the possible smile as an opening to diffuse the situation. "And I did not think about it all the time, just whenever I looked into those intense blue eyes of yours."

"Or at Big Tits' tits," she accused, but I was sure her tone was lighter than it had been just moments before. 

"To be fair to Jessika, she has other attractive features," I pointed out, and when Jessi glared at me coldly, I added, "And you have an incredible body. I tried best I could to get a look down your shirt every opportunity I had."

"Not much to see there," Jessi scoffed, but she could not repress her smile this time. 

"Just perfectly shaped breasts with nipples perfect for kissing," I told her just before I leaned over and sucked and licked first one nipple, then the other. 

"You don't want to do that Mr. Warner," Jessi moaned. "You don't know where they've been."

"Given everything we have done since yesterday morning," I responded, "I think that concern is moot."

"That's not what you thought a few minutes ago," the blonde breathed. 

"That is still a concern," I admitted, straightening up so I could look at her. "But there is nothing I can change about it now. I - we - just need to be tested, as you said."

"Whatever you have to tell yourself so you can fuck me, Mark," Jessi laughed, and although her tone seemed light, I thought I detected an almost hidden edge to it. 

"Well, it is early still," I said, turning to look at my clock. "Not quite 5:00 yet. We could go back to sleep..."

"NO!" the young woman blurted out. "Just fuck me... or make love to me... whichever you want. I just need your cock in me."

"Why?" I asked, even though I had started us down this road when I had begun playing with her nipples. 

"I told you - I get wet whenever I'm mad at you," she said, and even in the low light I saw her face redden. "And I was just really pissed at you, so..."

Instead of continuing, Jessi took my hand and drew it down to between her legs. The moment my fingers touched her labia, I felt the moisture of her arousal on them. 

"I'm so fucked up," she lamented as I slipped my fingers inside of her. "You should run away scared, Mark.'

"I am not going anywhere, Jessi," I assured her before I kissed her. 

"You should," she told me when our lips parted. 

"I told you before - we all have our issues," I pointed out. "But now is not the time to talk about it. Now is the time to shut up, lie back, spread your legs, and get ready to be fucked like the little slut you are."

"Fuck yes," she grinned as she lay down and started to open herself up. 

"I spoke too soon, I think," I laughed as I pulled Jessi back up to a sitting position again. "I need you to use that dirty mouth of yours to get me ready."

The blonde stared at me, her vivid blue eyes filled with their customary intensity, then she leaned over and wrapped her lips around my semi-hard penis and sucked hard. As she did so, her tongue wiggled against the sensitive skin of my shaft, and in less than thirty seconds, I was completely erect and ready. However, my talented young fellatrix continued sucking on me, now running her lips up and down the first several inches of my manhood while her tongue remained wondrously active. I let her continue this for a couple of minutes, then I used her hair to pull her lips off my penis with a loud pop. 

"Why'd you stop me," she asked, confused. "I would've kept going."

Instead of answering, I kissed the young woman and then nibbled on her bottom lip as my hands massaged her breasts and pinched and rolled her small but firm nipples. Jessi ran her fingers through my hair as she moaned softly. 

"I love you sucking my cock," I whispered, "but I love fucking you too, and I want to fuck you."

"Yes please," the blonde groaned as she leaned back, supporting herself with one arm while the other hand dropped from my hair to my chest. "Fuck your dirty little whore, Mr. Warner."

"Then spread those sexy legs, baby," I told her, and by the time the words were out of my mouth, her legs were splayed wide. 

I pushed inside of her, having to pause at first because, despite the copious amount of lubrication, I found it difficult to penetrate her more than an inch or so. Then, as I tried to work my way deeper, I saw that Jessi had a pained expression on her face. 

"Are you okay?" I asked. "Does it hurt?"

"No," she rasped, shaking her head. "Just ram it in."

I started to push again, but Jessi's gasp made me stop again. 

"It is hurting you," I said. 

"No, I'm fine," she whimpered, before shaking her head and starting to cry. "I'm sorry, Mark. It hurts."

"No, I am sorry, baby," I told her as I slowly and gently pulled out of her. 

"I'll suck you off," the blonde informed me as she wiped her tears away with one hand and reached out for my erection with the other. 

I intercepted her hand, lacing my fingers in hers as I moved them to my mouth so I could kiss them. 

"Let's just try to go back to sleep," I suggested. 

Jessi nodded, then smiled weakly before saying, "You are so good to me, Mark Warner. I love you."

"I love you too, Jessi," I said, not even thinking about it before the words were already formed and out of my lips. 

The lovely blonde's eyes widened and her mouth hung open as we both digested my words. For the third time in the last several minutes, her eyes filled with tears, but this time they were from neither sadness nor frustration. 

"Jessi, I..." 

"Shhh..." my young lover interrupted, putting her slender finger to my lips. "No more talking. After that, there's no way you're stopping me from giving you a blowjob, so you best just accept it and enjoy it."

"I..."

This time, Jessi stopped me with a kiss. She then pushed me back so I was lying on my back, and kissed her way down my neck, chest and abdomen, until she reached my groin, where she kissed all up and down the shaft of my still hard penis. After a few seconds, she climbed between my legs, wrapped her lips around the sensitive head of my manhood, and began sucking on it gently. 

As Jessi sucked and licked at the most sensitive part of me, she did so with increasing force and zeal. Soon, I could not stand the intensity of the feeling, so I reached out and grabbed her head in both hands. I was trying to decide whether to pull her lips off of me or shove them down further when Jessi took hold of my wrists and moved my hands away. With a wink and shake of her head, which produced such exquisite sensations that my body shuddered and I tried to lower my pelvis away from the torture of her mouth, Jessi continued her oral ministrations. 

"Please... please... go... go lower... lower... please..." I panted, disliking my pleading tone but desperate for her to give some relief to the now hyper-sensitive head of my penis. 

The twenty-year-old blonde winked again, then excruciatingly slowly, millimeter by millimeter, she worked her now stretched lips down the length of my shaft, her tongue pushing against the underside of it as she went. The relief I felt was immediate but not complete - the tip was now so sensitive that even the feel of the roof of her mouth was almost more than I could bear.

When the head hit the back of her throat, Jessi paused for a moment, and her words to Amara about making it quick or gagging came back to me, and I braced for her to go down the rest of the way much faster than she had been going. As worked up as I was, I did worry that her swallowing me too quickly might send me over the edge, but I thought that was preferable to the prospect of her taking me into her tight throat as slowly as she had taken me into her mouth. 

To my surprise, after the brief hesitation, and perhaps even a bit of gagging, Jessi continued her maddeningly deliberate descent. When she was about three quarters of the way down my erection, I felt like I could not take it anymore, so I took hold of her hair in both hands and yanked upwards, maybe a bit harder than I intended. The blonde squeezed her eyes shut, a pained expression on her face as she whimpered loud enough for me to hear, even with most of my penis in her mouth and throat. 

However, despite the obvious discomfort, Jessi fought against the pull, opening her eyes to glare at me as she resisted. Without warning, I felt something sharp - her teeth, I realized - pressing against my penis, not hard, but with enough force that the message was clear. I immediately released her hair, and Jessi, still glaring, shook her head, the movement making me groan and shiver as goose bumps erupted on my legs and arms. 

"Fuck, Jessi," I gasped. "Please, I cannot take it..."

My blonde fellatrix evidently decided she had tortured me enough, because she slid her lips back up to the tip of me, gave it a quick, hard suck, then started licking up and down my rigid penis, her eyes softer than they had been just moments before. With a sigh, I felt my body relax as she slowly drug her soft, wet tongue along my now recovering skin. 

"Thank you, baby," I said, as I stroked her soft hair. 

Jessi's eyes seemed to twinkle, then she lifted her head, graced me with a mischievous smile, pushed my penis up so it was nearly flat against my groin and lower abdomen, and moved forward enough to lick the underside of the head. 

The feel of her tongue, although intense, paled in comparison to the unbearable tickling of her long hair, which had fallen around her face, brushing lightly on my abdomen. As I had when she had focused on just the head of my penis, I tried to push my body down deeper into the bed to escape the impossibly maddening sensation as my abdominal muscles twitched at each feathery touch of her blonde locks. 

I was tempted to shove her away, but the memory of her teeth against my shaft cause me to decide against such a course of action. Instead, I swept her soft hair back, using my fingers to hold it in a rough ponytail as she continued teasing me with her tongue. 

"Nope," Jessi said, shaking her head until her hair fell free again as the mischievous smile lit her beautiful features again.

Needing to do something with my hands, I let them fall from her head to the bed, where I immediately grabbed the sheets and balled them up in my fists. My lover was now licking up and down the whole underside of my penis, slowly dragging her hair along my skin as she did so. By this point, my body was shuddering almost continuously, and each second seemed like the last I could take. 

When Jessi let my penis go so it stood back up straight, I let out a breath I had not been aware I was holding, believing the tickling of her hair against my flesh was at an end. However, the respite was all too brief as the young woman began moving her head in circles above me, dragging her hair over me with each movement. 

"That's enough, Jessi!" I told her, sliding up the bed until my back was against the wall where the head of the bed pushed up against it. 

The blonde shook her head and grinned, then crawled up to me, dragging her hair up my legs then across my groin and still very erect penis before her lips started planting kisses on my abdomen and chest. As her lips and tongue teased my nipples, I let out a mix between a groan and a whine, shocking myself with the noise, as my body shook uncontrollably. 

When a second similar sound escaped my lips, Jessi looked up at me, her eyes narrowed briefly. Then she smiled and kissed my lips gently. 

"I think that's enough teasing for you, Mr. Warner," she whispered. "I'm going to make you cum now, and then swallow every drop like a good little slut should."

Still shaking, I put both hands on her head and shoved her face down toward my erection. 

Jessi did not resist, and I groaned in relief when her lips wrapped around my shaft and slid smoothly - and thankfully quickly - all the way down to the base of my penis. She held me deep in her throat for several seconds as she stared up at me, then she pulled her soft lips back up to the tip. 

"Why don't you scoot back down so you can lay down, Mark?" she asked, winking at me. "I think you need to relax."

"You mean 'lie back down' I croaked as I did what she had suggested. 

Jessi, who had moved back on the bed to give me room, shook her head and rolled her eyes, but a now playful smile remained her lips as she did so. And when I was finally stretched back out, she wasted no time taking me fully down her throat again. This time, however, she did not pause at the base, but rather began bobbing up and down rapidly. As she did so, she sucked on my shaft hard enough to hollow out her cheeks, and I found myself enthralled by the site of her giving her all to making me climax. 

"God, you are fantastic," I moaned as I lightly grabbed her hair, not to push her head - she was at that point ramming herself up and down almost as hard as I had ever made her - but to feel her hair in my hands. 

At my words, the young woman moaned, then pulled up so only about a third of my penis was in her mouth. While holding her stretched-thin lips in place, she sucked even harder than she had been moments before, and her cheeks became even more sunken. Her tongue was uncharacteristically still 

save for pressing up against the underside of my shaft as she continuously sucked. 

I tilted my head up to have a better look at my pretty young lover's face, and our eyes met in the most intense stare we had ever shared. 

"You are beautiful, Jessi," I smiled, then my hips jerked up and I felt myself explode inside of her loving mouth. 

***

It was fully light in my bedroom when I woke up, and as I lay in bed, I tried to figure out if the torturously amazing blowjob had been reality or a dream. Sitting up, I looked down at my flaccid penis and saw dark red marks about a quarter of the way up from the base, and I knew it had been real. The marks were from Jessi's teeth when I had tried to pull her off of me.

"You're finally awake, huh?" a voice said from the doorway of my bedroom, where a fully dressed Jessi stood. "It's about time."

"What happened?" I asked, shaking my head to try to clear the sleep from it. 

"You were out cold seconds after you came," Jessi laughed as she walked over and sat beside me on the bed. "I've been trying for twenty minutes to get you up."

"Really?" I asked, not remembering any attempts to wake me.

"Really," the blonde breathed as she leaned in and kissed me. 

"And now you have to hurry up. It's almost 10:00," she continued when her lips pulled back from mine. "I want to be at work by noon."

"You are working today?" I asked, confused. "It is Sunday... right?"

"Yes, it's Sunday," she snickered, her lovely blue eyes shining with amusement. "You did not sleep all day - just half of it."

I shook my head and chuckled, then reached up and ran my fingers down Jess's smooth cheek. The young woman closed her eyes and sighed, then smiled and kissed me again before opening them. 

"When I got up, I decided I need to go to work," she told me. "I've used up all my sick days and a vacation day. I mean, shit, I haven't been at work ten days."

"You seem to be feeling much better," I pointed after yawning and stretching. 

"Thanks to you, my love," she purred, and I felt a wave of uncertainty sweep over me as I recalled what I had said to her in the early hours of the morning when trying to assure her about how much I cared for her. 

"Jessi, I..." 

Jessi stopped me with another quick kiss, then she stood up, looked down at my penis, and winced. 

"Of fuck," she groaned. "I didn't think I bit that hard. I'm so sorry, Mark."

"It is okay," I said, thankful we had something to discuss other than our mutual declarations of love, even if the topic of discussion was contusions on my penis. 

"I'll make it up to you, lover," she grinned. "Promise. But now you need to get your ass up and take me home so I can get to work by noon."

"Isn't that my shirt?" I asked, realizing that Jessi was wearing a black Metallica shirt that looked suspiciously like one I had from when I was in college. 

"Yep," she grinned. "I never knew you liked Metallica, though. I mean, even though they're old, they're kinda too badass for you, aren't they Mr. Warner? "

I shrugged, deciding not to be baited by her obvious teasing; instead, I asked her where her shirt was. 

"That ridiculous cat shirt you made me wear yesterday?" she asked innocently. "Consider this a trade... until you are brave enough to want me to wear it again."

With the same mischievous grin she had shown me in the dark hours of the morning, my blonde lover winked and walked out of my bedroom. 

***

Jessi's hands raked through my hair as our tongues played together. We were in my car in the parking lot of her apartment complex sharing a goodbye kiss that had started out relative innocent but had fallen into insistent passion. By the time our lips parted, we were both breathing quicker than we had been moments before. 

"I gotta go, Mark," she sighed as our foreheads pressed together. 

"I know, Jessi," I replied before I kissed her. 

This one was much shorter, but we were both grinning when it finished. 

"I have a lot of things to sort out this week, baby," she said, her eyes suddenly serious. "But, I can try working in the day instead of the evening, if you want."

From what Jessi had told me in the past, I knew that she preferred working in the evening since there were fewer people with whom she had to interact, and I very much wanted her to reestablish some level of comfort in her life.

"No, work your regular hours," I advised her, and I thought I saw disappointment flash in her vivid blue eyes. "And we can plan something for Friday."

The blonde looked mutinous for a moment, then I saw the significance of the day dawn in her eyes. 

"Valentine's Day," she grinned. "Fuck yes. Friday it is."

"And maybe for the whole weekend," I suggested just as she was about to lean in and kiss me again. "An old friend of mine has a cabin up on a lake, and I know he will not be using it. His wife hates it. I will ask him if I can use it."

Jessi's smile was wider than I had ever seen it, and her eyes were positively radiant with happiness. She did not say anything, but the kiss she gave me made our earlier kiss seem like a quick peck.

"I want to take you here and now, Mr. Warner," she said when we could talk again. "God, I want to so fucking bad."

"You might still be sore," I pointed out while thinking it was unlikely I had recovered enough to do anything anyway. 

"I wouldn't care," she informed me. "But I need to go, especially if we're going away for the weekend. I'll have to work extra hours."




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 20



Jessi's parting comment about wanting to be a slave over our weekend getaway had given me a great deal about which to think. Every time I started planning the weekend to come, my mind would flash back to New Year's Day, when I was not able to go as far with the master and slave scenario as the twenty-year-old had wanted. And although I still had the same concerns regarding what I viewed as play and what Jessi viewed as, for lack of a better term, real, I found that I was starting to think about and plan out how the weekend might go. 

So, in addition to my normal class prep work and grading that I did in the evenings, I found myself researching what I might be able to do to move a little more toward where Jessi was when it came to her being my slave. What I discovered was that while I had a vague awareness of some aspects of BDSM, such as domination, submission, and bondage, at least in the play sense, there was a whole variety of things that I knew nothing about. 

To start with, I found that the acronym BDSM was used to cover a wider variety of activities than I had realized, and that Master/slave power dynamic that Jessi seemed to crave fell under that larger cover term, along with many other types of power dynamic roles and relationships. As my research progressed, I think I came to understand more why Jessi could not be happy with the level of play with which I was comfortable. For her, the willing relinquishment of power seemed to be an important part of how she was able to express her sexuality, from craving humiliation and degradation, to forced oral sex, to her desire to serve as my slave. I even realized that the times when she seemed to have taken control - such as making me say certain words or pushing me to be more aggressive or dominating toward her - had likely been intended to foster my taking a more active role in the power game. 

The only true exception I had seen to Jessi's more submissive role was our threesome with Amara. Jessi had very much been dominant with Amara, which had surprised me at the time. However, in my research I learned that some women were consistently submissive with males and dominant with females. This led me to wonder whether part of Jessi's reaction to Amara and me having vaginal intercourse during the threesome was the loss of power over Amara. Once source I had found even indicated it could be emotionally damaging to a woman to have to choose submitting to the wishes of a male to whom she was already submissive over being dominant over another female that had been brought into the relationship. 

As much as some of what I read gave me cause for concern, other aspects showed me reasons to be encouraged about my relationship with my blonde paramour. As much as she seemed to crave being submissive in the power dynamic, she also was able to achieve intimacy, at least on some level, outside of a power exchange scenario. She might crave being humiliated or being a slave, but she could achieve sexual satisfaction under what I saw as less extreme circumstances. I began to ponder whether she might evolve away from the more extreme power dynamics as she became more comfortable with other intimacy modalities. 

But it was not just my relationship with Jessi that was informed by my research. I also found information that made me realize that Jessika's interest in forced-sex play was more common than I might have suspected. I had been with the one girlfriend in college who liked bondage, and in retrospect I understood that some of that had graded into forced-sex play, so it was not foreign to me. However, I was relieved to find information that helped reinforce my initial assessment that what Jessika wanted was a more widespread - and playful - fantasy than what Jessi seemed to want. 

By Wednesday evening, I had formed preliminary plans for going forward with both of my lovers' fantasies. For Jessi, I would try to meet her halfway. I could not be as extreme as I was afraid she wanted me to be, but I thought I could make the power dynamic more complete - and more real to her - without crossing into what I saw as abuse and cruelty. As for Jessika, I formed a plan to give her the experience of being bound and helpless while still making it a fun, playful experience. 

I did not know when Jessika and I might play out her fantasy, so I decided to go ahead and order some items that I had found online. The first of these was a kit that included black and white leopard print collar and cuffs (both wrist and ankle) with velcro closures, plastic D-rings, and plastic clips. I had thought about using Jessi's leather collar and cuffs with Jessika, but not only did they seem more extreme than the brunette might want, I thought it would be bad form to use Jessi's gifts for playing with another woman. Another factor in favor of ordering the kit was that it came with a flogger that looked considerable less pain inducing than the heavier, multi-bladed whip Jessi had given me for Christmas. I was not sure Jessika would be amenable to the flogger, but I was quite sure she would not like the whip.

I also ordered a nylon strap restraint system that went under the mattress of my bed and that I thought might be something I could use with both women. The adjustable straps had rings to which cuffs could be clipped. It came with black neoprene cuffs for both the wrists and ankles, which I would not need seeing as how I already had the leather cuffs for Jessi and I had ordered the leopard-print ones for Jessika. However, I supposed it would be good to have the extras.

I had hoped to have the restraint system by Friday so I could take it on my weekend trip to the mountains with Jessi, but the following Monday was as soon as I could get it. I did think about going to a local shop that carried sexual items, but I decided against that. I could think of other ways to play with Jessi. 

About twenty minutes after I had placed the order for the kit and the restraint system, my phone rang with a call from Jessika. I was a little surprised, as she had last indicated she might want some time apart, but pleased nonetheless.

"Hello Squeaker," I answered my phone, and I was rewarded with a moment of silence on the other end. 

"If you call me 'cute', or in any way refer to me as 'cute', I'm hanging up," Jessika warned without preamble. 

I smiled at her words. I knew her well enough by that point to be confident that I really heard the playfulness under the harsh tone she had taken. Still, I decided not to push teasing her too much at that point. 

"I will be good," I assured her. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure of hearing from my beautiful paramour?"

"You're in a good mood," the brunette said. "I'd ask what the reason for that is, but I am not sure I want to know."

"I have sorted some things out," I told her. "And I was just thinking about you, which I always enjoy."

"I was just thinking about you too," Jessika informed me. "Why don't you tell me what you were thinking, and then I'll tell you what I was thinking."

"I was thinking about the restraint system that I just ordered and how I can use it to strap you to my bed," I replied, making a spur of the moment decision to put that idea out there for discussion. 

For the second time during our call, my thirty-one-year-old lover was silent for a moment, then she breathed, "I was just lying here in my silk nightie, thinking about you and wondering if you might be up for some phone sex."

"That sounds good," I responded, imagining my curvaceous lover lying on her bed. 

"But you had to go and up the ante, mister," she moaned, and I wondered if she was now doing more than just lying there. "I think a booty call is in order after you drop a bombshell like that."

"I kind of feel awkward just using the term 'booty call', Squeaker," I teased. "It is a little on the cutesy side..."

"Oh, just shut up and get your booty over here and fuck me," the brunette groaned before she terminated the call. 

Five minutes later, I was on the road to Jessika's apartment. Shortly after I had started out, I began feeling guilty with respect to Jessi - after all, I had told her that I loved her - but I tried to put that guilt out of my mind. I had made no promises to Jessi that involved my relationship with Jessika. In fact, Jessi seemed to have actually accepted the situation as it stood, which should have provided me relief from any guilt I might feel. However, the guilt persisted, and it was only when Jessika opened the door to let me in that I was able to move it out of my conscious thought. 

That Jessika looked irresistibly lovely was a major factor for me being able to focus on the moment. Her nightie was sky blue, and as with all blue clothing that Jessika wore, the color of the silk brought out the blue tones in her gray eyes. But as much as I loved Jessika's eyes, my eyes did not linger on them long. Rather, I took in how the thin, soft silk clung to her breasts, her hard nipples evident, and flowed over her hips, ending just above mid-thigh. I also noticed that her long, chocolate brown hair hung loose, cascading in waves over her shoulders and down her back. 

"I think you like what you see, Mr. Warner," the brunette laughed as she took my hand and led me into her apartment, shutting the door behind her.

"You look beautiful," I replied, not able to keep my eyes off of her. 

"Not cute?" she teased. 

"Not cute," I growled, grabbing her waist and pulling her to me. "Fuckable. Very fuckable."

"I'm not sure that is the kind of compliment that..." Jessika started to accuse, smiling as she did so, but I interrupted her by mashing my lips to hers and pushing my tongue into her mouth. 

"The kind of compliment that what?" I asked when the kiss ended with both of us breathing heavier and Jessika trembling slightly but noticeably.

"Get's you in a girl's pants," my lover breathed, her eyes locked on mine. "But it appears I was wrong."

"You are not wearing any pants," I pointed out as I slid my hands down her bottom, then back up under the silk nighty so I could grasp her butt in both hands. 

"Stay here until I call you," Jessika told me abruptly, pushing away from me as she said it. 

I was not sure what Jessika had in mind, so I did as she asked, watching her walk, perhaps a bit unsteadily, to her bedroom. A few seconds after she entered her room, she called for me to join her. When I walked into her room, I saw the brunette lying back on her bed, her legs spread enough that the short nighty had ridden up, revealing the slightly darker brown and neatly trimmed hair of her pussy. 

"I was lying just like this when I called you," she explained as she began rubbing her clit with two fingers of her left hand. "And I was doing this to myself, thinking of you."

"And what were you thinking we could do, Jessika?" I asked as I first kicked off my shoes, then peeled off my shirt followed by my socks. 

"You mean on the phone or if you were here with me?" the sexy woman moaned. 

"If I were here," I said, unbuttoning my jeans before pulling them and my underwear off at once. 

Jessika looked at my almost fully hard penis, biting her bottom lip as she rubbed herself faster and moaned louder. She brought her right hand, which had reached out to the phone on her nightstand as part of her demonstration of how she had looked when she called me, back to her breast, first squeezing it, then playing with her nipple through the silk of her nightie. 

"You licking me, Mark," she gasp, her fingers rubbing her clitoris more vigorously. "Then your hard cock in my mouth before you ram it into my soaked cunt."

I smiled at my lover as I climbed onto the bed between her outstretched legs, and Jessika locked her smoldering gray eyes with mine while I held her gaze and lowered my face between her thighs. She started to withdraw her fingers that had been rubbing her clit, but I grabbed her hand and brought those fingers to my lips, where I kissed them before sucking them into my mouth. 

Jessika whimpered when I released her fingers from my mouth, but that whimper became a long, low moan when I moved forward and gave her wet pussy a lick that went from her labia to her clitoris. As I settled in to lick her protruding clit, the brunette ran her fingers through my hair for a moment, then withdrew her hand. Looking up, I saw that she was forcefully squeezing both her breasts, one in each hand.

My curvy paramour looked at me through half closed eyes as I began licking her sensitive nub with increasing zeal. I looked back at her, watching her eyes close all the way as her full lips parted and she began to moan and whimper between each breath. In that moment, I was struck by the sheer beauty of Jessika in the throes of passion. It was not the first time I had noticed this, of course, but every time I did, realized anew how attractive I found her. 

I had only been licking her a few minutes when Jessika dropped her hands from her breasts, grabbed the sheets at her side, shuddered, then arched her back, thrusting her pelvis up against my mouth. Knowing she was close to her climax, I licked her even more furiously. In mere seconds, the curvy woman was squeaking her way through an orgasm. 

While Jessika climaxed, I very gently continued licking her most sensitive area. As her body remained rigid, and small squeaks continued to escape her mouth, I pushed my hands up under her silk nightie until I found her fantastic breasts, which I gently massaged. Another shudder ran through her curvaceous form, and it was a few seconds more before her squeaking noises abated and she relaxed enough to lay flat on her bed. 

"God, that was intense," she rasped after a few more seconds. "It just kind of kept going."

I was still licking her softly, so I did not say anything. But our eyes met, and Jessika grinned at me as she reached out and played with my hair. 

"I don't care who else you fuck, Mark," she sighed, "just as long as you keep doing this with me."

"The licking?" I asked, winking before returning to pleasuring her. 

"All of it," she replied with a small shake of her head. "All the ways you make me feel like I do right now."

For a moment, Jessika's lovely features seemed radiant, and had it not been for her continued insistence that we maintain our relationship as friends with benefit, I would have sworn it was a look of love. But after just an instant, the moment was gone, and the brunette's face took on a contemplative expression. 

"Get up here and turn on your back," my lover instructed as she patted the bed beside her. 

I would not have minded at all brining her to one or two more orgasms with my tongue, but as my primary intent was to please her, I did what Jessika requested. When I was lying beside her, she sat up, pulled off her nightie, tuned, then climbed on top of me. She next positioned her groin over my face even as she lowered her mouth and sucked the head of my rock hard penis into her expert mouth. 

While the brunette began sliding her lips up and down my shaft, I pulled her hips lower so I could easily slip my rolled up tongue inside her sodden pussy. As I thrust it in and out of her, I felt as much as heard Jessika moan around my erection. When I removed my tongue and pushed in two fingers in its place, the woman shivered and moved forward, my penis falling from her lips as she did so. 

I was only out of her mouth a second at most before my talented fellatrix was again sucking on me. However, when I began flicking her clit with my tongue while I slid my fingers in and out of her, Jessika again moved forward enough that my manhood was set free. This time, it was several seconds before she again enveloped me with her soft lips. And, as always, it was an exquisite pleasure going from the cool air to the encompassing warmth of her incredible mouth. 

I was determined not to let up on licking Jessika, no matter what she did to me, but when her tongue started dancing against my shaft, I had to stop for a second to compose myself or I might have finished much quicker than I think either of us would have liked. I had not realized I was as worked up as my brunette lover was, but based on how close I was by that point, even after taking the moment to try to get myself under control, I knew that I was aroused as much, if not more so, than she was. 

As it was, after maybe a couple of more minutes, I could no longer delay the end, and I ejaculated into my lover's mouth. I tried to keep licking her, but the feel of Jessika's lips and tongue on my penis as I climaxed was just too much, and I had to take a break while she sucked every last drop out of me. 

When my erection began to ease, Jessika slowly and tenderly licked and sucked at my now softening manhood. I took that opportunity to attack her clit with renewed vigor and slam my fingers in and out of her. A few seconds later, I added a third finger to the two already inside of her, prompting the brunette to pull her head up and off of my penis as she lurched forward and uttered a little shriek. 

"Fuck," she groaned as I pushed all three fingers in as far as I could and held them inside of her vagina. "That's almost too much, Mark."

I did not say anything in response, as my tongue was busy flicking her clitoris. And based on the increasing frequency of her moans, I did not think Jessika really cared if I responded or not. Despite her concern that the way I had my fingers in her might be too much, I was quite sure that my lover was very close to climaxing. 

A few seconds later, her body shuddered and her pussy clamped around my fingers as she squeaked through her orgasm. I kept my fingers insider her as she climaxed, but I pulled my tongue from her clitoris and instead placed quick, soft kisses on and around it as she relaxed from her orgasm. 

I was prepared to start licking her again when she was ready, but Jessika surprised me by rolling off of me and turning around so she could snuggle up to me. Turning to face her, I ran my hand up and down her side as I kissed her. My curvaceous brunette kissed me back, but pushed my hand away when it slid up her torso and around to one of her magnificent breasts. 

Jessika pulled away from the kiss, then said, "I think maybe that is enough for tonight, Mark." 

I was a little surprised by this, and I was worried I might have accidently hurt her. 

"Are you okay," I asked her. "Did I hurt you?"

"God, no," Jessika assured me after a quick kiss. "I might be sore later, but you didn't hurt me."

"Then what is...?" I started to ask, but the brunette shook her head and put her finger to my lips.

"Let's just enjoy being close to each other right now, Mark," she suggested. "But I wouldn't object if you got up and turned off the light."

I shook my head at her indirect request, but I went and did it anyway. When I returned to the bed, I saw that Jessika was lying on her back and had pulled the sheet up so that it was covering her up to her shoulders. I stared down at her for a second, seeing her eyes fix on mine even in the mostly dark room. Then I reached down, ripped the sheet off of her, and dove forward until my face was buried between her large breasts. As I began to kiss her soft skin, I slipped one hand between her legs. 

"I thought I said 'enough' for tonight, Mark," she giggled as I teased her nipples with my tongue and lips and her pussy and clit with my fingers. 

"Did you really mean that, Jessika?" I asked her as I stared into her gray eyes.

"I did when I said it," she moaned while my fingers lightly traced a pattern on her inner thighs and vulva. 

"What about now?" I asked before kissing her now slightly arched neck. 

"Now I think you're trying to take advantage of me, Mr. Warner," she breathed 

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked my lover while I used my not otherwise occupied hand to grasp long, soft hair. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 20



"I want you to fuck me," she groaned. 

I brought my hand up from her pussy and found one of her wrists. Using my grip on her, I pulled her hand down and pushed it against my almost completely reinvigorated penis. 

"You want this in here?" I asked, making her grip my erection before I moved her hand from it to her own dripping wet labia. 

"Fuck yes," she gasped. "I want your hard cock in my hot little cunt!"

"Someone has a nasty mouth tonight, Squeaker," I teased her. 

The brunette grinned at me, then brought her fingers that I had shoved against her groin up to her lips and sucked on them. 

"It's now had my juices and your cum both in it tonight," she purred, "so we know it's at least dirty."

By this point, I was fully hard again. I used my knees to push Jessika's legs apart, then I positioned myself between them. I paused there for a moment, and the brunette reached down, grabbed my penis, and tried to use it to pull me toward her even as she pushed her hips up off the bed, thrusting her pelvis up at me. 

"You are getting pretty desperate for someone who just wanted to snuggle," I laughed, resisting her efforts to draw me closer. 

"You're a fucking tease, Mark," the brunette accused. "Now, stop being an asshole and screw me hard."

"Did you just say, 'Screw me hard'?" I asked. "That is so, well, cute..."

Without warning, Jessika clamped her legs tightly around me, gabbed my shoulders, and rolled to the side. Before I had a chance to resist, I was lying flat on my back and the brunette was straddling my hips, her hands on my chest. And even in the darkness, I could see a triumphant fire burning in her eyes. 

"Don't call me 'cute'," she half snarled, half laughed. "Now, get ready for me to screw you hard, and I promise there'll be nothing 'cute' about it."

I tried to push myself up, intending to kiss her luscious lips, but Jessika was able to hold me down. I had known since early on in our relationship that Jessika was strong for a woman, so I should not have been surprised that she was able to keep me down on my first attempt, as I was not putting much force into it anyway. But when she was able to continue holding me down, I realized that either I was weak for a man, or she was even stronger than I had realized before.

"Shit, Jessika," I groaned. "Were you a body builder as well as a stripper?"

"No," she snickered. "I was a rodeo cowgirl."

"Seriously?" I asked, forgetting for a moment that she was holding me down. "You roped cattle and things?"

"I was mainly a barrel rider," she replied. "But I did both individual roping and team roping. I even rode bulls a couple of times. Plus, I was always stronger than my sisters, and most other girls I knew."

"So when I have held you down before, you could have escaped if you really wanted to do so?" I inquired. 

"Maybe," the brunette winked. "But maybe not. It's a lot about leverage. Also, you were more intense those times, so you were using more of your strength. Right now, I have the leverage, and since you're not all worked up, you're not using as much of your strength, even when you think you are."

"Are you just saying that to spare my pride?" I pushed. 

"Nope," Jessika said with a shake of her head. "And I had the bruised wrists to prove it that one time. Remember?"

"I do," I admitted. 

"Now, quit worrying about a girl holding you down and enjoy yourself," she advised me, a wide smile on her face. "I know I will."

With those words, Jessika released some of the pressure on my chest and slid her groin forward, rubbing her pubic hair along my shaft as she did so. For a moment, I thought she was going to rub herself up and down on me, as she knew I found that quite pleasurable, but instead she pushed herself forward and as low against me as she could, causing my hard penis to pop up behind her. She then lifted her hips, squirmed around until the head of my manhood slipped between her labia, then slid back until I was all the way inside of her. 

"Look Mr. Warner, no hands," she smiled. "You impressed?"

"Yes," I gasped as she pushed herself to a sitting position and wiggled on top of me. 

"Me too," she giggled. "That's the first time it actually worked out that well."

For a moment, I felt jealousy spread through my mind as I thought about Jessika with other men. And even though I was confident she was talking about the past rather than anything recent, for some reason in that instant I felt irrational anger seething inside me. 

"It still amazes me how much better sex is with you," she moaned before she started sliding up and down my hard shaft. "I mean, even what I thought was great sex never felt like this. It's like I can just relax and be myself and do things I didn't think I could do. This must be what it's like when you really..."

The brunette trailed off, and I could just make out a fleeting look of concern on her face before she shook her head, leaned down, and kissed me hard, all while continuing to ride me. 

"Forget I said anything," she whispered when she pulled her lips from mine. "Or, just remember that I think you're an awesome lover."

"Okay," I croaked, not sure what was bothering her about what she had said. I for one was glad she had said what she did. Her words had dissipated both my jealousy and the odd anger that I had been feeling. 

My curvy lover shook her head once more, then sat up again, placing her hands on my chest again as she repositioned her legs so she could drive herself up before letting herself slam back down on me. As she did this faster and faster, I began to thrust up to meet her so that we were crashing against each other. 

This went on for several minutes. We were both covered in sweat and making a variety of animalistic noises when Jessika let herself fall down against me as a violent shudder ran through her body. While she shook, her pussy walls rhythmically squeezed me, as intensely as I had ever experienced with her before. However, even though I knew from her shaking and the spasms of her vagina that she was experiencing an intense orgasm, I did not hear any squeaks. Other than when her squeaks had turned to shrieks, I had never before witness Jessika climax without her squeaking. 

Brushing her sweat soaked hair off her face, I was able to make out that Jessika was biting her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. I also saw through her half-opened eyelids that her eyes were rolled back. 

"Are you okay, Jessika?" I asked, and my voice seemed to break whatever spell was on her. Her eyes focused on me, and she pulled her teeth off her lip before issuing a loud squeak that coincided with her body relaxing, although she did not fully quit shaking. 

"I'm... I'm... bleeding," she panted, looking down at her fingers that she had just seconds before put to her lip. 

"You were biting your lip," I told her. 

"I didn't even feel it," she mused. "All I felt was... inside."

"It looked intense," I agreed. 

"It was," the brunette sighed. "I've never cum that hard from just sex, at least not without having my boobs played with or you holding me down or something."

I did not know what to say, so instead I sat up and kissed her. For a heartbeat she kissed me back, then we both realized our mistake as she jerked back with a little yelp. 

"That is a bad idea right now," she whimpered, holding two fingers against the injured spot on her now puffy lower lip. "I've got to put something on this."

Jessika leaned to the side, then made a surprised sound as we both felt my still hard penis slide half-way out of her. 

"Shit, you didn't cum," the brunette groaned. "I'm so sorry, Mark. I got distracted."

"It is fine, Jessika," I told her. "Take care of your lip."

"I'm probably not going to be able to do anything for you if we stop now," my lover warned me. "I mean, normally I'd just go down on you, but my lip..."

"Jessika, do not worry about me," I said, watching her push her fingers against the still bleeding cut on her lip. "You already did that for me. Now go take care of your lip."

"We did it for each other, Mark," my lover pointed out, starting to rock forward and backward. "And I already owe you for a lot in the past."

"You do not owe me anything," I grunted as the brunette began picking up speed.

"Do you... want me... to stop?" she panted.

"Is it hurting you?" I asked. 

Jessika shook her head and was about to answer, but instead we both watched as a drop of blood, dislodged by the movement of her head, fell from her lip onto my chest. 

I grabbed the woman's waist tightly, stopping her motion and holding her in place before I said, "Go take care of your lip, Jessika. I am fine."

She looked at me, her eyes moist, and I could see the apology in them. I reached out and brushed her hair back behind her ear, then ran my fingers down her cheek, careful to stay far away from her lip. 

"Do not worry about me," I assured her as another drop of blood formed on her bottom lip. 

Jessika wiped the blood away and nodded, then she leaned to the side, letting my no longer quite as rigid shaft slip from inside of her. She gave me one last, long look, then hurried to her bathroom. After she turned on the light, I saw her examine her lip in the mirror. 

As Jessika applied tissue to her lip in an effort to stop the bleeding, I rolled over onto my side and admired the shape of her as she stood naked, leaning slightly forward, one hand on the counter, to get a better look at her injury. I groaned as my eyes roved from her hanging breasts to her slightly rounded abdomen to the way her round ass stuck out, my eyes drinking in feminine curvature of her form. 

I was struck with feelings of both frustration and satisfaction that were juxtaposed in my mind. The frustration was borne from the interruption and from not being able to climax inside of her. The satisfaction grew from the mere fact of being there with her, as well as from being able to watch her lovely body for no other reason than taking pure pleasure at the femaleness of it.

"What are you looking at, Mr. Warner," Jessika asked me, a small smile on her face as she turned off the bathroom light and walked to the bed. 

"A beautiful woman," I replied. 

The curvaceous brunette breathed in sharply and stopped a couple of feet from the bed. As my eyes had not adjusted fully back to the darkness, all I could make out of her was her shape, her hair, and oddly, a little bit of white tissue paper that must have been clinging to the cut on her lip. But other than that small bit of white, I could not see her features at all.

"Thank you, Mark," she whispered. 

I was about to respond when she whimpered and her hand shot to her face. As she did so, I realized that I could see better and that she had a pained expression. 

"Shit!" she groaned. "I just bit my fucking lip again."

"Are you okay?" I called after her as she returned to the bathroom, repeating her earlier ministrations to her lip. 

"Yes," she called back. "You know how I bite my lip sometimes when I'm thinking?"

"I had noticed that," I admitted. 

"Well, I just did it and bit the exact same fucking spot," my lover complained. 

I nodded, but then realized that not only was Jessika not looking at me, she likely would not have been able to make out what I was doing had she been looking at me. I tried to think of something to say, but everything I thought of sounded odd in my head. 

Finally, I said, "I am sorry, Jessika."

"Not your fault, Mark," she replied as she examined her lip in the mirror. "And I stopped the bleeding again."

"Good," I responded, then I turned on to my back as she walked to the bed. 

The lovely brunette slid into bed and snuggled up against my side. I put my arm around her shoulder as she put her head on mine. However, Jessika did not relax. I could feel the tension in her body as we lay in silence for what must have been several minutes. Then, after a deep sigh, she sat up and looked down at me. 

"Mark, are you awake?" she asked, although I was quite sure she knew that I was. 

"Yes, Jessika," I affirmed. 

"If your offer for this weekend is still open, I think, um, I mean that, uh, I would like to spend it, um, with you," she haltingly informed me while she rubbed her hands together, which I interpreted as nervousness on her part. 

My mouth was suddenly parched, and I gulped and licked my lips in an attempt to try to get them ready for speech. However, it was not the dryness of my mouth that was the major bar to my speaking. It was my thoughts, which were racing. I realized in that moment that I was disappointed that she could not go, and I found myself thinking of Jessi as a kind of consolation prize rather than an equally appealing alternative. 

"I made other...," I began to say, but Jessika's body stiffened, telling me that she had already concluded what I was going to say.

"Of course you made other plans," she interrupted me, looking down; and although her voice sounded neutral on the surface, I was sure that I heard a tremor in it as she continued. "I said 'no', after all, and was a bitch about it too."

"You were not," I assured her, sitting up and reaching out to rub her arm. 

When my fingers touched her skin, Jessika pulled back, not enough to avoid my touch, but enough to show me she had thought about doing just that. 

"I was a bitch, Mark," she said, no longer as successfully suppressing the emotion in her voice. "And for no reason. You just wanted to spend time with me, and I flipped out like a psycho cunt."

"Please don't call yourself that," I requested. "And I should not have asked."

Jessika shrugged, then looked away and did not say anything else. Since I had no idea what to say, I just rubbed her arm. After we sat that way for some time, I asked her whether she wanted me to leave. My questions seemed to break whatever trance was on us, as Jessika met my eyes and shook her head. Then she leaned forward and kissed me very softly. 

"No," she breathed. "I want you to hold me."

"Are you sure?" I asked. 

"Yes," she sighed.

Jessika then lay down on her side, her back to me, and I lay down beside her. I put one arm around her waist as I stroked her head with my other hand. The brunette sighed again, and then seemed to relax. I tried to stay awake to see if she would go to sleep, but after lying there a few minutes, I began to drift off. I made myself wake back up a couple of times, but I knew it was a losing battle. Finally, I gave in, even though I was quite sure that the woman lying with me was far from being asleep. 

***

I woke up in the morning to the sound of Jessika's alarm. As I became aware of my surroundings, I was surprised to find that the curvy brunette was not only still in bed, she was sound asleep despite the loud beeping coming from her bedside clock. I could not recall a time that I had been at Jessika's house in the morning when she had not only been up before me, but up before the alarm even went off.

Clearing the sleep from my eyes, I sat up and saw that my lover was lying on her back, the sheet around her waist. I had intended to wake her up, but I stopped for a moment and stared at her bare bosom. In the position she was lying, I could just make out the shape of her implants as gravity pulled the rest of her breasts down and to the side. For a moment I wondered what she would look like without the implants, and whether I would still find her natural curves as exciting. 

But even as that thought occurred to me, I realized that it did not matter. Her body, as incredible as it was, did not alone constitute the reason I felt such strong affection for her. I pulled my eyes away from her chest to look at her sleeping face, and I imagined her gray eyes sparkling with amusement as a huge smile lit up her face. I leaned over and placed a careful kiss on the opposite side of her mouth from where she had bitten her lip. 

Jessika stirred and moaned, and then her eyes blinked open and locked onto mine. 

"What're you doing, Mr. Warner," she asked, her voice heavy with sleep. 

"Kissing Sleeping Beauty," I teased before planting another very careful kiss. 

"Her hair was blonde," Jessika pointed out. "And she was very sweet. Not like me at all."

"Why do you do that?" I asked her. "You always turn my compliments away. If you are not just laughing them off, you are telling me that I do not need to flatter you."

The brunette shook her head but said nothing. I did not say anything else either, but I did continue to stare at her. And for her part, Jessika held my gaze. 

Finally, she said, "Thank you, Mark."

"For what," I asked, perplexed. 

"For thinking I'm beautiful," she answered. "You know I've never quite believed it from anyone in my past. Well, at least not for a long time."

Before I could say anything in response, Jessika sat up and kissed me with a bit more vigor than I was expecting. 

"Your lip...," I started. 

"...will be fine," she finished. "But it's other lips I'm thinking about right now, and how much I'd love to feel your hard cock sliding between them."

"Do you have to get up for work?" I asked as the brunette lay on her back and spread her legs, kicking the sheet off them as she did so. 

"Not as early today," she replied while grabbing my waist and trying to pull me between her legs. "I just forgot to set the alarm for later. And I can't tell you how happy I am about that mistake."

"And you sure you want to...?" I started to ask. 

"Is there a reason you're trying to talk yourself out of fucking me?" Jessika interrupted me, and I could detect only playfulness and desire in her voice. The hurt that I had thought I sensed in her voice the night before when I had told her that I had made other plans for the weekend did not seem to be present, and I began to wonder if I had imagined it, or at least the extent of it. 

"What if I made love to you instead?" I suggested. 

And then I knew I had not imagined the pain the night before. I saw it in her suddenly misty gray eyes even while she vigorously shook her head 'no'. 

"No," she breathed. "I need you to fuck me. Please, just fuck me."

That was not what she really wanted, I realized. It was not what I wanted either; however, I also understood that it might be what she needed. Jessika was intent on keeping our relationship as it was - although I was no longer sure friends-with-benefits quite covered it - and her actions in that moment were designed to maintain her desired status quo. 

So where I would have liked to have pushed into her gently and slowly made love to her, kissing tenderly as much as her as my mouth could reach, instead I slammed myself deep within her and bit at her nipples and the flesh of her magnificent breasts as she dug her nails into my back and arched her body, thrusting her pelvis up to meet the driving force of mine. 

"Fuck me harder, Mr. Warner!" she yelled, a somewhat wild look in her eye. "Fuck me harder!"

I reached up and grabbed her hair tightly, then pulled it hard. Jessika grunted then moaned, her fingers digging deeper into my back. We were both covered in sweat at that point, and Jessika breathing was nearly as ragged as my own. 

"You want it hard?" I croaked, taking my mouth from her breasts and looking down at the brunette's face. 

"Yes, Mark," she gasped. "Oh fuck, yes!"

Our eyes met, and even though hers were wild with lust, I thought I might have seen something else deep within them. But since I knew she did not want to explore that, whatever it might be, I pushed it to the back of my mind as I straightened up, letting go of her hair as I did so. My new position forced Jessika to drop her hands from my back. 

Grabbing her ankles, I spread her legs as wide as I could, then began hammering into her. My lover, moaning loudly and nearly continuously by that point, brought her hands to her breasts and began to squeeze them. 




A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 20



"I'm so close, Mark," she groaned, pinching and pulling at her nipples. "So fucking close."

"So am I," I said. 

"Fuck yes!" she cried. "Fill my cunt with cum, Mark!"

My brain registered that Jessika seemed to have turned up the raunchiness of our dirty talk a notch or two - not so much in terms of her words, but how she was using them. However, at that point all I wanted was to do exactly what she had just asked me to do, although I wanted to make her climax first. 

"You have to cum for me first," I told her. "Are you going to cum for me, slut?"

"OH FUCK YES!" she yelled, then I saw her hands tighten on her breasts as she began to shake. Seconds later, squeaks began to escape her lips as her body tensed and her eyes clamped shut. 

I closed my eyes as well, concentrating on my feeling of imminent release. It only took a couple of more thrusts into the depth of her constricting vagina before I grunted and exploded inside of her. To my surprise, as I usually liked to keep still during my own orgasm, I continued to pump into her until I was completely spent. And then, when I felt the last of my own orgasm fade, I collapsed on top of Jessika. 

As I lay there trying to slow my breathing, the brunette wrapped her arms around me and held me tight. I kissed her sweat slickened neck and face as she moaned softly. 

"I needed that, Mark," she told me when she could talk again. "Thank you for understanding."

I pushed myself up enough to take some of my weight off of her and to smile down at her. Jessika returned my smile, albeit it gingerly. I noticed then that her lip had started to bleed again. I reached out to touch it, but Jessika turned her head and looked at her clock. 

"I do have to get up now, Mark," she sighed. 

"Do you want me to go?" I inquired. 

The lovely brunette shook her head as she ran her hand along my cheek. 

"Quit asking me that, Mark," she said. "If I need you to go, I'll let you know."

"Okay," I agreed. "I can make you breakfast while you shower."

"You don't want to shower with me?" she asked, batting her eyes at me. "I must be losing my touch."

"I would love to shower with you," I told her, kissing the side of her mouth. 

"Okay, but no funny business," she giggled. "My pussy is too sore, and I can't suck you with my lip like this."

"No funny business," I assured her. 

Jessika wiggled out from under me, stood up and stretched. She then blew me a kiss before running to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Shaking my head, I got out of bed and followed her at a more sedate pace. When I reached the closed door, I knocked and called her name.

"I'm going pee," she told me. "And I didn't want you in here for that."

"I need to go too," I advised her. 

"You can when I'm in the shower," she replied. "I have to try to get my lip to stop bleeding first."

"I could urinate while you are tending to your lip," I pointed out. 

"Who talks like that?" she teased me through the door.

"Like what?" I asked.

"I'm almost done," she told me, ignoring my question.

I shook my head impatiently, but luckily I did not have much longer to wait before Jessika unlocked the door and told me I could come in. As I opened the door, I saw the naked brunette step into the shower. When I was done relieving myself, I joined her in the shower just in time to help her finish washing her soft, brown hair. 

"I've made a decision, Mark," Jessika told me after she helped me wash my hair and as we were just starting to soap up each other. 

"About what?" I asked her as I rubbed soap onto her breasts. 

My lover paused and moaned softly as my slick fingers brushed across her nipples, then she answered, "I want to make the video with you."

"Fantastic!" I replied, smiling at Jessika. 

She smiled back at me, then reached down and began applying soap to my genitals. In almost no time, it was obvious to both of us that I was becoming aroused by the contact. 

"I want you to fuck my face on the video," Jessika purred as she abandoned the pretext that she was washing me and began stroking my now full erection in earnest. "I want to see that. I want to see your hard cock sliding between my lips. I want to see my face as you make me gag on it."

"You do not need to do this, Jessika," I told her as she increased the speed of her hand on me. 

"Why don't you just let yourself enjoy it, Mark," she suggested. "You know I owe you many times over."

"It is not a competition on who gives the most orgasms to the other," I snapped even as I felt the first indications that an orgasm was not far off. 

"Thank God," the wet brunette laughed. "I would be soooo far behind."

"Jessika..." I started to say, but she interrupted me with a gentle kiss. 

"Do you know what I'd say if one night you texted me and told me to get my ass over to your place to give you a blowjob, even if I knew that I wasn't going to get anything back in return?" she challenged me after the kiss.

"I would not ask you to do that," I pointed out, my voice trembling. 

"You should," the sexy brunette told me, her tone and look suddenly serious. "I'd do it in a heartbeat."

"Fuck..." I groaned as I felt my climax building. 

"I want to take you in my mouth so bad right now," Jessika moaned, pushing her body up against me as she worked my shaft with her hand. 

"What you are doing feels really good," I breathed as I reached the edge. 

"But I'm much better with my mouth than my hand," she said before dropping to her knees in front of me, her eyes on my penis as she pumped it to my climax. 

"Maybe," I gasped. "But... fuck, that feels good."

Just as I began to ejaculate, Jessika leaned closer and rubbed the head of my penis against her breasts. As my semen shot onto her chest, I watched her watch the water from the shower start to wash it away almost as fast as it pumped out.

When I was spent, Jessika smiled up at me, then used her fingers to wipe off what little evidence of my orgasm remained on her bosom. Keeping her eyes focused on mine, she deliberately and sensuously sucked her fingers clean. As she did so, I realized part of the reason she was taking her time and going slow was because of her injured bottom lip, but that knowledge did nothing to reduce the visual appeal of her actions. 

"You are an incredibly sexy woman, Jessika," I told her as she finished up with her fingers. 

"There's no need to flatter me, Mark," she snickered as I helped her to her feet. "You just got to cum on my boobs."

I shook my head, laughing, then I carefully kissed the brunette. 

"So, when are we going to make this video?" I asked as we quickly finished washing and rinsing ourselves. 

"Well, I was going to suggest this weekend," she advised me, "but you have plans. And of course, now I've mangled my lip."

"I am sorry about, well, both of those," I told her while watching her shut off the shower. 

"Not a big deal," Jessika said with a shrug, although for a moment I thought I read something different on her face. "So, we have to wait for my lip to heal."

"How about a week from tonight?" I asked, taking a towel that Jessika offered to me. 

"Let's say next Friday," she countered, and I could not help but watch her rub the towel over her sweetly curved body. "I don't work that Saturday, so we won't have to worry about how late we're up."

"That sounds fantastic," I agreed. 

"And then maybe we can do something fun on Saturday too," she continued, a mischievous gleam growing in her eyes. 

"What would we be doing?" I asked with some trepidation. 

My sexy paramour just smiled before saying, "That'll be a surprise."

"Ummm..."

"Trust me, Mark," Jessika laughed. "It'll be fun."

"Okay," I replied, thinking that I probably would have time to try to find out more over the course of the next week and a half. "I will trust you."

"Good," she grinned before she dropped her towel on the floor and strutted out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. 

I was just standing there admiring the view of her from behind, when Jessika stopped dead in the middle of the room and blurted out, "Shit!"

"What is wrong?" I asked as I followed her into the bedroom. 

"Our shower took longer than I realized," she told me while digging through a drawer of her dresser. "I have to hurry."

"Do you want me to get you something to eat?" I asked her, but Jessika shook her head without even looking at me. 

"I can grab something quick on the way," she said, "but thanks for offering."

I found my clothes and dressed quickly. By the time I was done, Jessika was pulling her damp hair back into a pony tail and looking at her reflection in the mirror mounted above her dresser. 

"I'll have to put on my makeup at work," she mused, turning to look at me. 

"You look great without it," I pointed out. 

Jessika laughed and shook her head, then walked over to me and gave me a hug.

"I don't even have time to tease you about flattering me," she smiled. 

"Good," I said, kissing her cheek. 

"Come on," she instructed me, taking my hand and leading me to her front door, grabbing her purse and keys off the coffee table in her front room. "You can flatter me later, but now I've got to go."

"I had a great time last night and this morning, Jessika," I told her as we stood beside her car. 

"Me too, Mark," she replied. "And we'll talk more about Friday - when you're back from your weekend."

With a wink, Jessika got into her car. I smiled and waved, then walked to mine, which was parked a couple of spots over. 

After I pulled out of the parking lot of Jessika's apartment complex, my thoughts turned to the upcoming weekend with Jessi. And as I thought about what the blonde wanted and what I would have to do, I found myself wishing that Jessika had changed her mind before I had asked my younger lover to go to the cabin with me. 

TO BE CONTINUED...