4 comments/ 76787 views/ 6 favorites Jack & Jilling By: Saoirse It was late afternoon when they finally had the house to themselves. The evening was getting dark with the last light of a beautiful but cold November day fading. Isobel was in the kitchen preparing dinner for them both whilst sipping a glass of wine and Peter was stoking up a huge log fire in the drawing room. Hearing him come into the kitchen behind her, Isobel turned and smiled at him whilst handing him a glass of wine. "Brrrrrrrr" he said, a wicked glint in his eye as he rubbed his hands together, "it's damn cold today, I need a heat!" Laughing as she turned back to the vegetables, Isobel told him to go back and sit by the fire if he needed some warmth. Peter however had other ideas as he sneaked up behind her and slid his icy cold hands under her top and cupped her breasts. Isobel squealed as his cold hands touched her warm skin and tried to wriggle to get away from him. "You Bastard" she shrieked in between giggles, "STOP!!! Stop it!! You'll pay! You'll damn well pay for that!!!" "I like the sound of that," Peter teased her, as he held her close to him feeling the effect his cold hands were having on her nipples. Reaching for a kitchen chair he pulled her down onto his lap, so she was sitting facing him straddling his thighs. "Funny isn't it," he mused, "how a woman's nipples grow hard with the cold, whereas it has the opposite effect on a guy?" "Mmmmmm," Isobel grinned seductively, as she mooched around on his lap, "something has had an effect on you alright, and I don't think it was the cold!" Lowering her head Isobel kissed Peter softly on the lips, teasingly at first but with every breath growing more passionate. Peter's hands continued playing with her breasts, reaching into her bra and toying with her by now erect nipples. Subconsciously she started to move her hips as she sat on his knee, gyrating against his awakening erection. Kissing her back with fervour Peter grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the bedroom, both of them shedding their clothes as they went, giggling like two school kids, eager, hungry to feast on each other's bodies. Collapsing onto the bed in just their underwear they resumed kissing and caressing each other. Peter ran his hands up and down along Isobel's arms and back as she clung to him, their legs entangled, their mouths and tongues locked together as they kissed and breathed in each other's breath. Expertly Peter unhooked her lacy bra and slid it off her shoulders. Burying his head into her full, soft yet pert breasts he groaned huskily "you are sooo sexy Baby, and you have the most beautiful tits in the world." As if to prove his point he ran his tongue around the edge of her breast, working his way in little circles towards her nipple, his hand firmly clamped on her other breast. Biting and nibbling on each breast in turn he could feel Isobel's body responding as she moaned in pleasure beneath him. Pulling away from her and getting to his feet he pulled his boxers off then deftly pulling her thong over her hips and onto the floor. His erection was now really throbbing as he admired her lying sideways across the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of black lace top, thigh high stockings. Lying on her back, and manoeuvring her head so it was almost hanging off the edge of the bed, Isobel reached hungrily for his cock, guiding it slowly into her mouth. Her eyes locked on his, she began to slowly lick and suck the tip of his cock, loving the taste of his salty juices as they oozed from his slit. Opening her mouth more she slid him in deeper until his heavy balls were against her forehead. Gasping, Peter began to feed her his cock, hugely turned on as he watched it disappear into her mouth as she lovingly sucked on him. Her tongue worked on his cock, her lips squeezing him and her teeth grazing against his throbbing erection. The angle of his cock was perfect as he slid in and out of her mouth, sliding deep into her throat and then slowly withdrawing before she took him deep into her mouth once again. Her lips were covered in his juices as she noisily sucked him. Needing to taste her now he bent over her body, gently spread her legs and ran his tongue along her by now dripping slit. He adored how wet she got for him; she always told him it was one of the greatest compliments she could give him. Her juices tasted sweet and creamy, and he could feast between her legs for hours. His face smeared in her juices, he continued licking and lapping at her smooth, wet pussy, teasing her swelling clit before his tongue drove into her tight, wet cunt and then onto lick and kiss her tight rosebud. All the time Isobel was hungrily sucking his throbbing cock, his balls feeling ready to burst. Not wanting to climax too soon, Peter broke their embrace. Moving to lie down beside her on the bed he wrapped his arms around her, pulled her close and kissed her hard on the mouth. They each tasted of each other and this only served to turn them on even more. Reaching down Isobel grasped Peter's hard cock in her hand and started pulling on his foreskin, running her hand along the tip of his cock and then smearing the shaft with his sticky precum. In response Peter slid his hand between Isobel's legs and began to circle her clit with his thumb as his fingers pushed into her wet pussy. Kissing each other, wrapped around each other they continued to stroke and masturbate each other, each lost in a world of pleasure. Peter's fingers were expertly stroking Isobel's slit, increasing the pressure on her clit and then plunging deep into her soaking pussy. Her breath was coming in short almost raspy gasps as he continually brought her close to the edge without letting her lose control. She in turn was jacking his cock off, her hand alternating between pumping his shaft and cupping and squeezing his hard balls, something she knew that drove him wild. Her legs were thrown open wide across his, each of them with an arm around each other, their bodies facing each other and their lips and mouths pressed deeply together. Rubbing Isobel's swollen clit furiously while feeling her hand working his cock, Peter alternated between finger fucking her cunt and her ass. Both of them were now covered in a thin film of perspiration, their fingers almost slipping off each other with a combination of excitement and juices. Isobel's moans were driving Peter faster towards the edge and he could feel her body driving her towards orgasm. She was panting and moaning loudly, her tongue driving hard and fast into his mouth, her pussy completely exposed and her hips bucking against his fingers as she writhed against him with complete abandon. Simultaneously her hands were working frantically on his cock, sliding up and down on his hard shaft as he moved his body in tighter to hers. "Don't stop," she gasped into his mouth, "oh God, don't stop," as his fingers rubbed her clit incessantly, the sensations driving her towards an explosive orgasm. "Peter!!!!!!!!!" she screamed as her body shook and shuddered as the first wave of her orgasm crashed over her. Her body bucked and writhed against his fingers as wave after wave of extreme pleasure overcame her. Still pumping his cock in her hand she felt him suddenly stiffen and groan as he could feel his tight balls exploding and hot wads of cum shooting up inside his shaft, exploding over her hand and belly. Crying out to Isobel in ecstasy Peter shook and pumped his load of cum into her hand until his cock became too sensitive and finally they collapsed into each other's arms, gasping for breath and panting. Both of them breathless and completely sated, Isobel curled into Peter's arms as he wrapped her in his embrace, softly kissing her forehead and smiling at her. "I love jack and jilling with you Lover," he murmured softly into her hair as he held her close, "that was just so sexy and so erotic." Snuggling down under the duvet they both drifted off into a relaxed and content sleep. Jack and Jilling "Mind if I masturbate?" Jillian chuckled behind her book. "Sure, go right ahead." Moving in with her boyfriend, Brian, had been such an eye opener. Bodily function noises, empty beer can "art," half finished sandwiches left on the coffee table; these were now a part of Jillian's daily life. The weirdest thing, though, was the porn. Brian left the stuff on whenever he was puttering around the house. At first it had weirded her out. But eventually, Jillian had learned to tune out the moans and grunts of simulated passion. She just didn't get it. It's not like he was using it to get off or anything. Heck, for the last half hour he and his best friend, Jack, had been sitting around talking about football. Jillian had just curled herself up in her favorite chair and was deep into a romance novel. She had barely noticed when Brian left for a beer and pizza run. Jillian's eyes shot up at the sound of Jack's zipper. She thought he had been kidding, like he was making a joke about the raunchy coupling on the TV. But no, he was serious. She couldn't believe it, but there was Jack on the couch with his hand down his pants. Jack noticed Jillian's shocked stare and he smiled at her. His eyes flitted from her face, to her lap, and back up. He cocked one eyebrow mischievously. The message was clear: did Jillian want to join in the fun? Jillian hesitated, unsure of what to do. Thoughts raced through her head. "What the fuck is this guy doing?" to " Why am I kinda turned on by it?" competed for her attention. Jack shrugged his shoulder and turned back to the TV, obviously more interested in the porn than Jillian's blank stare. Jillian's pride rose up. How dare he want to watch that fake crap instead of her? She dropped her book, hiked up her skirt, and planted her right hand over her panties. Jack caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and glanced over. He smiled crookedly when he saw what Jillian was doing. He thought that she would have run screaming from the room when he called her bluff about masturbating. Instead, he was pleasantly surprised to find that Jillian enjoyed a good rubbing off as much as the next guy...er, girl. His cock grew hard at the sight of her fingers caressing the little strip of white cotton, and he stroked his shaft against the side of his leg. Jillian licked her lips, startled to find how turned on she was. She could feel her clit swell and pressed harder with her index finger. A little gasp escaped her lips as she found a sensitive spot. She saw Jack's arm move faster and knew that she was making him hard. Her panties started to soak up the wetness below her fingers, and she could smell the musk of her own arousal. Jillian slid her hand down, covering her clit with her palm and pressing through the fabric to tease her warm opening. "Ya." Jack breathed out a distracted sigh. He couldn't believe what was happening. The groans and grunts of the porn flick faded away. All he could think about was Jillian's pussy and what she was doing to it. Jack's erection grew too large to contain and he pushed the front of his pants down. His cock sprang into view. He grasped it, pumping it to the rhythm of Jillian's fingering. Jillian gasped at the sight of Jack's cock. She felt her nipples harden so fast it hurt, and her breath quickened to match the furious pumping of her heart. Not to be outdone, she shoved aside the panties to reveal a neatly trimmed mound. Her fingers dipped into her canal. Hot, soft muscles clenched around the two tips and she let out a little moan of pleasure. Thump. Was that a car door? Was Brian back already? Jillian's eye grew wide with panic and she drew her hand back from her pussy. "No, don't stop yet." Jack's voice was husky. He rose from the couch and stood over Jillian's recliner. "Quick, show me your tits." Jillian did as ordered. She drew up her shirt and pulled back the cups of her bra. Jack came hard at the sight of her tight, pink nipples. He bit his lip to fight back a groan. Hot spunk landed on Jillian's exposed belly as they heard footsteps on the porch. Brian's keys rattled in the lock. Jack jumped back, zipping his jeans over his rapidly deflating erection. Jillian hopped out of her chair, pulled her bra back over her breasts, and covered her cum-covered belly with her shirt. "Brian!" Jillian felt like a deer in the metaphorical headlights as her boyfriend walked in the door. "Ya?" Brian looked a little confused by the greeting. "Why are two just standing there looking at me? Is my fly open or something?" Jillian giggled nervously. "No, silly. Just glad you're home. Can't a girl greet her boyfriend when he gets home?" Jillian's panic must have shown in her eyes because Jack stepped in. "Um, Jillian was just getting up to go to the bathroom when we heard your footsteps. I, uh, though I'd get up to help bring in the beer. That's all." He reached forward. "Here, let me take that." Brian just shook his head in a "whatever" gesture and handed one of the six packs to his friend. Jillian escaped to the bathroom, grateful for Jack's quick thinking. She lifted her shirt and wiped the rapidly cooling, sticky mess off her belly with a wash cloth. Her pussy was still wet, and her clit still throbbed with her fading arousal. She knew she couldn't go back out there turned on. So, she leaned back against the sink and dipped her hand under her panties. Her index finger found her clit and she thought of Jack cumming all over her. She stifled the cry that threatened to escape as she rode the wave of the orgasm. When she finally caught her breath, Jillian nipped into the bedroom to change into a fresh pair of undies. She had soaked the pair she was wearing, and knew Brian would be able to smell it if she got close to him. She came to a halt when she entered the living room. There was Brian by himself on the couch, the pizza box open on the coffee table. "Where's Jack?" Jillian asked. "He had to go. Something about meeting his mom for dinner tonight. Apparently he forgot about it until just now." "Oh." Jillian sat on the couch and reached for the beer Brian handed her. She needed a drink to steady her nerves. "You ok? Your hands are kind of shaking." Brian looked at Jillian with concern. "Oh, ya, I'm fine. I think something I ate for lunch didn't agree with me. I'll be better in a minute." She took a sip from the bottle and smiled at him. "Beer's good for upset bellies, right?" She let out a burp as the carbonation hit her stomach. Brian laughed. "Now that's real lady-like, Jill. Good thing Jack wasn't here to see it. He'd never stop bugging me about my butch girlfriend that belches when she drinks. He'd probably try to convince me that you're a just a guy in disguise." Jillian chuckled weekly, knowing for a fact that Brian would never have to worry about that. Ever.