A.J. lurched lower, moving to her ribcage and then her stomach, kissing and slurping at her dark brown flesh. His hands preceded him, feeling his way on top of her cutoff sweatpants to her thighs and the place between her legs.
He hesitated, then reared up to his knees in excitement. “Oh wow! I thought I was excited, but you are sopping!”
Jo felt a flush of embarrassment as she realized she was so wet that she’d literally soaked through the sweatpants, but A.J. was charged up about this evidence of her passion.
He grabbed the sweatpants at the waist and yanked them down so he could see her bare pussy. The dark skin of her thighs and even darker flesh of her pussy glistened with her thick sweet cream. The cool apartment air made her lips tingle with even greater excitement. A.J. finished ripping the shorts off her legs before spreading her thighs and dropping down to plant a deep kiss directly on her swollen labia.
His knees slid down to the floor, but Jo was barely aware of this. She caught his head between both hands to discourage him from kissing anywhere else. His tongue entered her, too short to give her what she really wanted, but wiggling delightfully just the same. His fingers bruised her thighs as he attempted to spread them wider. He tried to burrow deeper, getting his chin smeared into her wetness, and brushing her with the tip of his nose.
Her breath caught in her lungs and her heart skipped a beat or two. Her fingers clenched in his hair. Words came out, but she wasn’t certain how she was forming them. “That’s it,” she muttered. “That’s it. A little deeper, no, a little higher, a little higher!”
He found her clitoris and sucked it hard inside himself.
“YES!” Jo shouted.
And then her thighs overpowered A.J.’s hands and caught his face in a vice grip while she pulled him with all her strength more firmly onto her clit.
He happily obliged, sucking her into delirium while she shrieked with excitement.
Fingers slid into her pussy adding to her excitement. She fell half off the couch in her enthusiasm, but couldn’t do anything but rocket into another climax. She was hugging the coffee table now, feeling the hard wood pressing against her breasts. His damn lips kept sucking, and his tongue finally got into the action and abused the tip of her fully engorged clitoris.
It was too much. Her efforts to keep him close shifted into a struggle to push him away, but this time A.J. didn’t get the message. His hands moved to her ass, digging into her booty while keeping her pussy tight against his face. She kept coming impossibly hard, impossibly fast, like nothing she’d ever experienced before in her rare encounters since graduating high school.
She thought she was still screaming but couldn’t be sure. There wasn’t enough air in her lungs to scream with and she was going to black out if he didn’t stop making her orgasm.
His lips moved suddenly to her stomach, smearing her ultra-sensitive flesh with her own juices, but somehow this didn’t stop the orgasms. His teeth found her tits and bit hard, making her climax anew with a slightly different center of gravity, at least until his hand cupped her between the legs and his fingers slid back inside her.
She clawed at his back when she wasn’t pushing him away, unable to get straight in her mind if this was ecstasy or torture.
His lips found her mouth and she tasted herself on his tongue while his hand caught her wrist and moved her fingers down his body to the massive erection still trapped within his sweatpants. Jo had been with two other men in her life—Myron whom she had dated in high school but made wait to make love to her until they graduated and Jude whom she’d met at Wayne County Community College and been foolish enough to think he had his act together and was worth her time. Myron had been fun and passionate; Jude had been skilled but too full of himself. Both men had been what she had thought was well endowed, but neither of them had come close to having an erection as long and thick as this one.
Still holding A.J. through the soft fabric of his sweatpants, Jo slid her hand up and down his length, trying to get a better idea of how large he really was.
A.J. evidently thought she had something else in mind.
He groaned. “Oh that’s good, Jo, just like that.”
She couldn’t help smiling as she stroked him again. Focusing on A.J. helped her recover from her orgasms. She was still breathing hard, but her hand on his thick cock served to ground her senses and give her a little stability again.
A.J. clearly wanted more. He nestled in beside her and pulled at the string keeping his pants up around his waist. When he loosened them, his erection popped out thick and hard. Shiny clear fluid smeared the smooth top of his circumcised head and she ground her thumb against it, eliciting another groan from her new man.
He cupped her breast and ducked his head against her body so he could suck on her nipple again. The feel of his hot lips made her gasp, but rather than giving into the pleasure, she squeezed harder on his dick and pumped faster.
A.J.’s breathing grew as ragged as hers. He lost his hold on her nipple. His strong fingers found her hip and then slipped between her thighs to touch her again.
A nearly orgasmic spasm wrenched its way through Jo’s body.
“I think,” A.J. gasped, “you’d better…slow down…before I-”
His hand leapt from her pussy to cover Jo’s hand on the head of his cock as she suddenly realized just how close he really was to coming. She squeezed hard with all her might, instinctively trying to keep the cum within him. She didn’t know if her efforts were successful, but A.J. growled in pain and didn’t shoot semen all over the two of them.
They lay there together like that for several seconds and then A.J. scrambled into position between her legs and prepared to slide his swollen purpling dick into Jo’s pussy.
“Wait a minute!” she said, sitting up as she realized he wasn’t using any kind of protection. “We need a condom!”
“A condom?” A.J. looked at her like he’d never heard the term before. “Oh, damn! Condoms!”
He stumbled off the couch banging his shin against the coffee table and almost falling. “Oh crap! I don’t have any condoms!”
Jo’s heart sank. What the hell was he doing getting her all revved up like this without condoms?
A.J. staggered a couple of steps further. “Wait a minute! Maybe Victor has a box.”
He took off across the room toward one of the bedroom doors, eight or nine inches of rock hard penis jutting out in front of him.
He disappeared for a moment and Jo heard the sound of drawers being yanked open.
“Yes!” A.J. shouted before running back into the living room to rejoin Jo. He had a mostly gray box of Trojans in his hand and was already dumping the little packets out of it. He tore one free of the others and ripped it open. It didn’t seem possible to Jo that that little piece of latex could cover his massive cock, but A.J. never hesitated. He pressed the condom against the head of his dick and rolled the clear rubber over the funnel-shaped tip and most of the way down his shaft.
Without further ado, he crawled back into position between Jo’s legs and rubbed the now-covered head of his dick against her labia. The latex definitely felt a little strange against her lips, but then he was pushing inside of her and it didn’t matter anyway. A.J.’s huge penis opened her up and he eased his way in.
Jo caught her breath and fought the urge to tighten up against him. She couldn’t believe how large he was. Despite the way that people talk, she hadn’t really believed it would be good to take a man this large, but she was starting to think that maybe she had been wrong. The friction felt incredible, and she was still so wet from her climaxes that there was really no trouble in letting him pump back and forth.
Her lover began to find a rhythm and a few strokes later, Jo’s body began to thrust up against his in synchronous motion. She had one foot on the floor and one thrust high toward the ceiling, held by his hand on her calf. . Her breasts jiggled with each motion of their bodies. And the heat inside her roared toward a crescendo. The o
nly question stutteringly produced by her mind was whether or not A.J. would be able to hold out until she came with him. She didn’t want to be selfish about it—he’d certainly taken care of her earlier. But she really wanted to come again. She wondered if she’d feel it when he started spurting inside the condom.
His pale face had flushed deep red now and sweat sprayed off of him when he shook his head, trying to catch his breath. His hand on her calf slipped down her body to her outer thigh. She didn’t really know how he hadn’t come yet. Perhaps the condom was responsible. She had heard they cut down on the stimulation a man feels on his cock. Jude had called it fucking a woman through a goddamned raincoat—her insistence on using them had been one of the reasons they’d broken up—his reason, not her more important ones.
But why was she thinking about Jude now? She had A.J. setting her world on fire and she was really getting close to another orgasm.
His hand drifted almost absently mindedly from her leg to her groin, his fingertips coming to rest in the trim hairs of her of her pussy. She thrust up against that too-big cock and his fingertips serendipitously touched her clit. She gasped and almost rocketed into another orgasm.
Even through his own need, A.J. realized what had happened.
He got his fingers back on her clit and tried to rub her as he continued to thrust into her with his cock.
Jo screamed wordlessly as her pussy exploded in a new paroxysm of pleasure. Her vision dimmed and narrowed to a tight focus on A.J.’s beautiful blue eyes. Then he reared back, looking up toward the ceiling and shouted in triumph before collapsing heavily on top of her. His cheek pressed up against her face while he rasped for breath and his hips slowly stopped pumping.
Jo held him close and waited for her own wonderful tremors to pass.
Jo’s phone started ringing, disturbing her and A.J. both from their half-conscious doze.
“That had better not be Keisha again,” A.J. muttered into her shoulder.
Jo fumbled about with her hands, trying to figure out where her phone was.
“Just let the voicemail get it,” A.J. suggested.
That sounded like a great idea to Jo, except that it might not be Keisha. It might be her parents or a sibling checking on her, or even one of her older nieces or nephews needing help in the storm. “I have to,” she insisted. She didn’t feel happy about it, but answering the phone was the right thing to do.
A.J. groaned and rolled off the couch onto the floor with a thud that sounded painful. He’d pulled the condom off sometime after they finished climaxing and his once massive dick had shriveled down to a very unimpressive two and half inches.
Not to worry, Jo told herself. I’m sure we can make it big again when we’re ready to make love again.
The phone stopped and immediately started ringing again. “I’d forgotten how annoying those old fashioned rings were,” A.J. informed her.
“Where is the damn thing?” Jo asked.
“I think your purse is on the kitchen counter,” he said.
With a groan that made his efforts sound Herculean, he pulled himself to his feet and padded naked across the room to find it for her. The unknown caller was ringing them for the third time by the time he returned with her purse.
She dug out the phone. “It’s Keisha!” she said with more than a little disgust in her voice.
“I’m going to go clean up in the bathroom,” A.J. told her before giving her some privacy to deal with her roommate.
Jo accepted the call. “What is it, Keisha?”
“Jo, do you have any idea how much snow is out there?”
“Too much to be driving in,” she said rather pointedly.
Keisha sounded very upset. “So what are you doing over there?”
Jo could interpret that question in a couple of different ways and chose to ignore both of them. What she and A.J. were physically doing was none of Keisha’s business. What they were doing in the larger sense was having a date and getting to know each other better. “Keisha, there’s nothing to be worried about. I’m going to spend the night over here and I’ll come home sometime tomorrow after the streets have been plowed.”
“Well what if they can’t clear the streets tomorrow?” Keisha asked.
Jo really didn’t think that was likely to be a problem. Michigan had a lot of snow and its towns and counties were pretty good at clearing the roads. “Keisha, what’s bothering you? I’m on a date here.”
“With a guy you barely know!” Keisha reminded her.
The sound of the shower turning on in the bathroom reminded Jo that there were things she’d far rather be doing then fighting over the phone with her roommate. “Look, Keisha, I’ve got to go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”
“Jo, don’t hang up-”
Jo hung up the phone and got up to join A.J. in the shower.
Chapter Eight
The bathroom was already turning steamy by the time Jo opened the door. A.J. looked out at her from behind the curtain. “Finished with your phone call? I was hoping you’d come in and join me.”
Jo remembered she was completely naked, but then, so was A.J., so it didn’t seem a bad thing. “I was hoping you’d invite me in.”
“I absolutely planned to,” A.J. assured her. “I just wanted to clean this old condom taste off me.”
He slipped back behind the shower where he was presumably washing himself.
Jo finished entering the bathroom, closed the door behind her and decided to tease A.J. by purposely misunderstanding his suggestion. “Don’t like that taste, do you? I realize you’re big but I hadn’t realized you could actually lick yourself.”
His face reappeared around the end of the curtain. “I wasn’t thinking about protecting my taste buds,” he assured her.
Jo crossed the room, noting he had set two of the condoms on the bathroom sink. He waited for her, still peaking out behind the curtain, and they shared a languorously slow and beautiful kiss. “That’s very thoughtful of you,” she whispered.
A.J. drew her into the shower where the hot water made her squirm. While she tried to get comfortable, he continued soaping himself with a bar of Irish Spring. “I’m a thoughtful kind of guy.”
Jo took the soap from him and lathered up her hands. “I’ll bet you’re very sensitive too.”
Rather than begin to wash his dick off, she started with her own pussy, on the better than even odds that he’d be eating her again before the end of the evening.
A.J. continued scrubbing his own dick and balls. “I’d like to think so.”
Jo transferred her attention to A.J.’s penis. “Let’s find out, shall we?”
He began to stir in her hands from the moment she first touched him. He wasn’t growing hard yet, but he was definitely getting larger.
“Oh, look, you are sensitive,” she noted.
A.J. cut her off with a kiss, turning her body so the spray fell between them, beating on her breasts and his chest and running warm rivulets of water down their stomachs to their groins and legs. Part of her hoped he’d let her keep her hair out of the water. She’d managed to keep it mostly dry during the snowball fight and she didn’t need to soak it now right before the holiday.
Still, it would be in a good cause, wouldn’t it?
Her hands remained on A.J.’s cock, exploring it more fully than she’d done when they made love earlier. A man’s penis was a fascinating thing. There were two big balls crowned with a stirring snake capable of growing multiple times its original length. She found it utterly fascinating.
A.J. began to massage her breast with his right hand while he felt her ass with his left. The hot water helped his fingers glide over her body. She began to shiver despite the heat, but his dick still hadn’t finished straightening out so it could grow hard again.
With a man’s cock-related ESP, A.J. understood what she was thinking about. “It’s still pretty soon after what we did out there. How about you give me a little help?”
Jo remembere
d the first time she’d given Myron a blowjob. Interestingly enough it had been in the back seat of Myron’s mother’s car. He’d opened his pants on the night of their prom and released his dark prick into the night air. It was already good and hard—almost painfully so based on the expression on his face.
“Come on, Jo,” he’d cajoled her. “No one will see. Just give it a little kiss.”
The tip of his cock had been shiny with fluid and excited as she was to finally see it, Jo really hadn’t wanted to touch the mess on his head—not with her fingers and especially not with her lips. “I thought we agreed we weren’t going to do this in high school,” she’d said.
“This isn’t sex,” Myron insisted. He stroked himself one time, moving his hand quickly up and down his shaft. “Come on, Jo, I spent a lot of money tonight and I really need some help here.”
The next morning that line would bother Jo enough that she almost broke up with Myron over it, but that night in the back of his mother’s car his penis had seemed mesmerizing. She reached over and tentatively pinched the hard flesh between her thumb and forefinger, touching it roughly in the middle of the seven-inch shaft.
“That’s the way,” he encouraged her, “now kiss it.”
She remembered feeling a little bit sorry for him. He was all hard with pent up need and he’d been a good guy, not pressuring her very much over the course of their senior year. “This is all we’re doing?” she’d confirmed, seeking both to remind him and to reassure herself.
Myron used his two hands to fold her hand the rest of the way around his shaft. “That’s right!” he agreed. The words came very fast out of his mouth. “You help me now and I won’t ask for anything else until we graduate.”
She remembered thinking he probably meant it. She wasn’t thinking then that they’d be back in this car graduation night with her thighs spread wide and Myron pumping away between her legs. Right then the whole world was his hard dick and the little pearl of precum squeezing itself out of the top of it.
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