Chapter 6
Jenni's mouth widened against the covers as the big cock's head touched at the small space between her anus and cunt. Then it slid down, and her slit was opening to its pressure. Her hands clutched the covers. His knob slid up between her lips until it touched beneath her clit, the upper shaft against the length of her cleave. He shifted, rocking his hips as he shifted his knob beneath her apex, his shaft shifting from side to side against her quivering furrow. She moaned against the bed as he knowingly began to intensify her arousal.
The plush, velvet soft bulb of his rod turned in the moistness below her pearl, and ripples of desire went through her. Her hips began to move, arching lightly to press her pulsing clit closer to the steady movement. His abdomen shifted against her raised fanny, and his knob slid back down between her cunt lips. His hips shifted, and his prod began to move up into the rich, juice-filled harbor of her sex. Her ass twisted against his stomach as he began to move deeper and deeper in the moist clutchings of her depths. She groaned, wishing she could see his face, as she had wished when she had been stretched over the back of the leather upholstered couch.
His hips pressed against the outsides of her buttocks, and the outsides of his upper thighs moved her thighs even further apart. His cock was fully within her, and her cunt gripped it tightly, her hips moving her around his thick hardness. His elbows beside her, he moved his hands over her shoulders, down along her upper arms, and then beneath her shoulders. Slowly, he worked his hands between the bed and her breasts. She gurgled in her throat as he began to thrust and turn his cock, the underside of his shaft stroking beneath her clit to send carnal vibrations into it.
His hands pressed down between the covers and the upper slopes of her breasts, and the edges of his hands came to the soft pink peaks. She groaned as the rigid rings of her nipples were pinched between the edges of his hands and the bed. His abdomen lifted and fell as it turned against her full ass, sending wavering sensations up within her rectum His cock rode high in her cunt, the underside playing against the pulsing of her clit. His hands pressed harder, and her breasts were squeezed into his cupped hands, her nipples sliding against the centers of his palms as his fingertips indented the resilient teardrops.
There were only the sounds of her ragged breathing, the shiftings of the bed, and the wet sluicings of his rod within her quaking cunny. She rubbed the side of her face against the covers, her hair masking the lifted side. She had lost all sense of place within the darkness of the room, all sense of time within the steady, uninterrupted movements. An orgasm blossomed from the bud of her clit, and ecstasy flowered within her depths. She shook beneath him, and her ass cheeks thrust up against him, twisting against him as her box spasmed around his prick.
She moaned deeply as the orgasm reverberated through her, echoing within her mind. Time and place dissolved; she felt as if she were swimming in space with him, and the orgasm had neither beginning nor end, sweeping over her like the incoming tide upon a beach. Her moan became a sigh, and she became aware that there was yet another sound.
At first, she thought it was merely a ringing in her ears. Her eyes opened a little, and focused through the spill of her hair, and she realized that the sound was coming from the phone beside the bed. She hoped that he would lift the receiver, and hang up.
She smiled as she felt his hand slide out to the side, pulling her breast out too. She saw his arm stretch out, and he lifted the receiver. But instead of replacing the receiver, he moved it toward her head. She frowned as it and his hand blocked out what little light there was, and when the phone was resting atop the covers, the earpiece by her eye, the mouthpiece before her opened mouth: ; "Are you enjoying yourself?" Mathew asked.
"Ye-" she began with a smile, but her eyes widened as she realized that his voice had come from the phone. "Who?" she blurted, twisting in an unsuccessful effort to see who the man was with her.
"Who is the man with his cock in your sweet cunt?" he chuckled. "A friend."
Thoughts and emotions rose and clashed within her. Who was this stranger? Why had Mathew sent him? Didn't he care anything for her? Didn't he want to have her for his own? Still, hadn't the man proven himself an excellent lover? Hadn't Mathew chosen an excellent lover for her? Wasn't he impressed enough with her to send a friend to experience the pleasures of her body and imagination?
Wasn't he providing pleasure for her without selfish concern that he share it all? She felt pride and warmth rise. She could give him pleasure through his friend, his friend's cock becoming his just as the sixteen men's cocks had been his.
The man had slid out while the thoughts had spun her brain, and he was turning her onto her back. He was a dark silhouette above her as he moved upward, repositioning the phone by her head as his knees slid up past her shoulders. She caught the fragrance of her juices upon his hard cock as it loomed over her face. Without thinking, she stretched her long tongue up, and licked her taste from the length of his dorsal vein.
"Now, lick the knob," he said, and it was as if he could see what was happening.
She pushed the crown of his head back, and she moved the taut point of her tongue along the rim of its cleft, and then up to the minute lips. Raising her head, she sucked at the plush bauble, and her lips pulled against the rim as her tongue flowed over the knob. She sucked and licked happily, her hands touching at the man's ankles.
"And the sides of the shaft," he directed, and she let the cock's head pop free.
She turned her head from side to side as she moved the flat of her tongue up and down the thick length. The taste of her juices bathed her taste buds, and she felt the tight coils of his hair against her cheeks. Her tits shifted against the backs of his buttocks.
"Suck your juices from his hair," Mathew said, and she did so, tightening pursed lips as she licked and sucked. "Now, lick down the underside till you reach the base," and she did so, stroking the thick vein with her tensed tongue. "Now, begin to lick the sac."
Her tongue flowed over his sac, feeling his balls shift within as she licked. She sucked at the fine hairs of his scrotum, and moved her tongue from the base of his cock downward, following the seam.
"Suckle the balls," he said, and her mouth opened wide against the heavily weighted sac so that she could draw one of his large nuts gently into her mouth. Easing her tongue over the sac, she shifted the swollen testicle between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She let it slip from her lips, and drew the other in. She moved her face closer to him, and she carefully pressed it up into the cavity, then letting the pressure of her nuzzling lips shift it within the hold of his body.
"Feel the root there between the balls," he said, and his balls shifted against the sides of her mouth as she nuzzled her lips against the hard rise through his sac. "Lick and suck it."
Tensing her tongue, she kneaded the thick rise through his scrotum and turned her face to suck at it through the purse of flesh, moving from the base of his cock to the base of his sac, and back up. His balls shifted against her face as she hungrily mouthed him.
"Continue down from the base of the cock, but don't stop at the base of the sac," he said, and she followed the root with her mouth and tongue.
His balls moved against the outsides of her suckling mouth, and then against the outside of her nose as she tongued toward the base of his sac. She shifted lower, and her breasts felt the cool air, her nipples becoming even more erect. His balls kissed her eyes through the pouch of flesh as she followed the thick root under the arch of his body. Her chin shifted against the center base of his ass. Her tongue felt the upward curve of his root, and then her lower lip shifted in the cleavage. Her tongue thrust and twisted.
"Now, move back along the root, and along the shaft," he told her, and she slowly retraced the path of her mouth and tongue. "And now begin to suck down around the cock."
As she moved back up on the bed, and as he . leaned forward from the waist, her forehead pressed against his stomach. Her lips tightened and loosened as she began to work them down around his shaft. Her tongue stroked his vein, his knob rubbing back against the roof of her mouth. She pulled her cheeks in around the outsides of his trunk, sliding her mouth up and down as she sucked hard. Her nostrils flared with her deepened breathing. Her tongue stretched out, thrusting and pulling.
"Take all of it in," he said. "Suck the whole of the shaft in."
She slid back down a little, his stomach pressing against her forehead, and her throat and his tool were aligned. She relaxed her throat muscles, negating the gag reflex so that she could breathe around his knob as it moved down into her throat. She sucked further and further down the thick column. Her stretched tongue touched the top of his sac. Hungrily, she moved her lips closer and closer to his groin as she continued to tighten and loosen her mouth around him. The coils of his hair touched her lips, and all of his prod was in her mouth and throat. She sucked hard, turning her lips from side to side, and she began to move her mouth back and forth, pumping at his rod.
Her upper arms pressed up against the backs of his calves, her hands tightening around his ankles. Her cunt was throbbing, and her hips thrust up into the air as her heels dug into the bedding. Her mouth slid up and down, his knob and upper shaft bobbing in her throat. Her movements were feverish, becoming wilder as she sought to draw his come from the balls she had sucked and licked, to urge it through the root she had mouthed, to pull it into her mouth and throat. She was groaning insistently, her body writhing beneath his.
"Do you want to taste it?" he asked, and she heard his voice through the roaring of her blood, which made it sound as if he was speaking from within her mind. A gurgling sound of affirmation came up from around the engorged rod. "Do you want me to come?"
She made another sound to indicate yes as she continued to suck.
"My cock is in another woman's mouth," he said. "And a lovely mouth it is."
Her thoughts blurred with confusion,, and then she realized that his directions had not only been to her, but to the other woman as well As she had licked and sucked so had the other woman. Had the other woman done better, or had she? There was a flash of jealousy, but that was swept away as she realized that she was with someone other than him. As far as she was concerned, it was Mathew's cock she held in her mouth and throat. Was it possible that the other woman considered Mathew's cock to be this man's cock?
"Lick and suck harder," he directed, and she did so. "And now...." he said tightly, and the man's cock was jumping and thrusting in her mouth and throat. His hips lifted, and his tool was whipping about in her mouth, his juices hosing over her tongue and mouth. She sucked harder, drawing all of the thick brew from him. She could not tell if he was moaning, or if it was Mathew.
The spasms began to ease, and the big prod began to grow still in her mouth. She went limp, and he sat back up. The bulbous knob rested on her lower lip, a droplet of spend sliding down over her chin.
"Very good," he said, and she smiled even though she knew the praise was also for the other woman. As he had shared her with the man, so she had shared him with the woman. "Sweet dreams," he chuckled, and the line went dead.
Limply spread-eagled on her back, she watched as the man began to dress. He was still a dark silhouette. It seemed as if she should feel frustrated, but she did not, and she fell happily asleep after the man had departed.
Jenni was thinking about what to have for lunch when the doorbell rang. She hoped it was Mathew, but she had realized that she could not expect it to be him every time the phone or doorbell rang. Still, she could not think who else it would be. Jack was not supposed to contact her till later in the week, and she was due at Kama's later in the afternoon.
"Oh, it's you," she said when she opened the door to find Jack standing there.
"I-I just wondered if you were feeling better," he said uncertainly.
"Right." She nodded. "It's just that ... I thought I said to call me later in the week."
"I'm sorry, Jenni, I didn't mean to...." he trailed off contritely.
"Oh, kiss my ass," she said curtly. She took a deep breath, wondering at her hostility, and she started to turn in order to apologize. But Jack was no longer standing behind her-he was kneeling.
She looked down at him, confused. Remembering her words to him, she started to smile, assuming that he was making a sarcastic response by reacting literally. But she saw by his expression that he was not joking.