by Dark Angel
Driven mad by pleasure, I take Jason’s cock out of my mouth, wanting to feel him once more inside of me.
His hands cradle my face, so intimate during such an otherwise just filthy act, and something inside of me flutters at the sensation and warmth of Jason’s touch.
When his hands release me, I pull Jason’s cock from my mouth with a wet pop and I lower my pussy down on his cock — I can’t resist having him inside me a moment longer.
This time I don’t bother with the teasing; I just guide his thick hard member inside of me. I squat down, my body swaying as I drive his cock to the hidden depths inside of me.
Jumping up and down, I let myself be pulled into oblivion. I see nothing, I hear nothing. All there is in the universe is his cock, my pussy lips wrapped around it. I bounce on him for as long as I can, losing all notion of time. Really, I don’t know how much time has passed, if one minute or one hour… All I know is that I feel pleasure pooling around the edges of my mind, threatening to overtake me completely. Knowing that I’m close, I start to go even faster, jumping head first into an ocean of mind-bending ecstasy.
“Oh, God!” I cry out as my pussy clamps down around his cock, little spasms taking over of my body. I go on my knees, straddling him in reverse, and push through the orgasm. Still moving, I ride myself into a chain of orgasms, letting one build up inside of me while the last one is still raging through my mind. Like a mad woman, I scream, coming for the second time in a row in a matter of seconds. Leaning forward, I grab his ankles, keeping my body still as I try to catch my breath. Christ, I’m breathing so hard I don’t even know how my lungs are still capable of functioning. This is almost too much for me to take… And that makes it so much better.
Jason’s hands all over my body make every drop of ecstasy that much sweeter and I just can’t stop shivering, shaking, and being consumed by lust. My body is practically short circuiting from all this arousal and stimulation.
“Tired already, baby?” I hear his voice, his cock slightly spasming inside of me. Smiling, I pull his cock out and turn toward him. His expression is one of pent up desire—like a caged tiger, I have no idea what he might do once I let him loose. But, oh, I’m so anxious to do it.
“Tired? We’re just getting started,” I meow at him, biting at the corner of my lip, and I slide back onto his cock.
Jason’s mouth closers over mine and my desire pools so hot and strong within me that I shudder with lust.
Can Jason read my thoughts? The way he kisses me makes me feel like he's some kind of robot programmed for my absolute pleasure. He seems to know every single way to touch me to make me fall apart around him. His cock is pulsing inside me, so hard and making my eyes roll back in my head. His tongue over mine is sensual I could just cry. Fuck Jason feels so good. I'm close to being totally overloaded by the sheer ecstasy of his touch, but I'm going to savor every moment of this until I can't take it anymore. Then I'm going to suck it up and continue having the time of my life.
Sucking him up. I love tasting my pussy on Jason's cock. Every inch of him covered in every drop of me…I can’t get him back in my mouth fast enough. I am going to come all over his cock and then I’m going to suck up our juices together. I’m so turned on by the idea and I feel so free thinking about how we can do anything we want. Anything that’s filthy or wrong or immoral, and it can be intimate and fantastic.
I break our kiss, gasping for air and panting at his cock sliding in and out of my soaking pussy. A low moan escapes my lips but I dive against his collarbone and cry out against it. Jason shivers and pulls me closer, and the feel of his jutting cock shivering inside of me makes me clamp a vise grip down on his cock. I feel my eyelids get heavy, lust pulling me under. My lips part slightly and I'm hyper aware of my breathing.
“Your mouth,” Jason says with a confident grin. “I want it.” He doesn’t need to say it twice; the moment his words reach my brain I’m already leaning in, my heart pounding so hard I can barely think straight. I already wanted his cock in my mouth but knowing that he wants it too turns me on even more.
I fit my lips against his the head of his cock, slowly rolling them down until I feel his soft tip pushing down on my tongue. Placing my hands on his waist, I let them go around his body and I hook my fingers on his firm ass; pulling him in, I close my eyes as his shaft slides deep inside my mouth. I have to open my mouth wide, and still it remains hard to have my mouth around his girth. But I don’t let his size be a limitation to what I can or can’t do. In fact, it’s pretty much the opposite. Feeling my mouth full with his pulsing desire, I struggle even harder to have every single inch of him inside of me.
I push my mouth down, his tip resting against the back of my throat as my lips meet the base of his cock. Only then do I allow my lips to slide back out over his shaft. I bob my head back and forth as I twirl my tongue around his tip every time I come up. I curl my fingers around his shaft once more, moving my hand up and down in a matching motion to that of my mouth. Hand and lips moving in the same pendulum motion, I use my free hand to caress his balls, their weight against my fingers making my skin prickle.
I start upping the pace, my movements becoming faster and wilder each time I come and go. I only stop once to catch my breath, but I keep my hand on his cock, stroking him as fast as I can; leaning in again, I tilt my head sideways and lay my lips against the side of his shaft, kissing down until my mouth meets his balls. I suck one in, rolling it around my mouth as I keep working him with my hand. It’s heavy and warm and, just like his cock, it’s bigger than anything I have ever seen. My eyes closed, I can’t help but wonder about the amount of cum he must be holding inside him.
Moving back to his tip, I prepare to take his length inside of me once again, but Jason places his hands on the top of my head and stops me before I go down.
“Jennifer, I can’t believe no one ever fucked you like you deserve. Your body is gorgeous. Your mind is incredible. I could fuck you all day and night and still want more of you,” Jason says.
I can’t breathe! When he says things like that to me, it stops my heart and starts it up at a frenetic pace that almost feels dangerous. I’m exhilarated. I can’t believe what he’s said to me. The emotions and sentiment behind it, and how it makes me feel. I want to say something back. After how I ran off on him, even though I came back and he forgave me, I want to say something back. But I'm afraid…that’s the thing! I’m afraid the fear will ruin the moment. And this is such a perfect moment.
Jason pulls me into his arms and I’m content to say nothing as he seems content to hold me. There’s something very new and very necessary about the affection he’s giving me that makes me so content that I actually do forget my fears and I just breathe in the scent of him. The scent of us fucking.
“I want to watch you come,” Jason says, and his fingers trail down to my pussy.
I moan at the sensation of his fingers brushing my skin on the way down, so I know that the impact is going to be even more intense.
His eyes capture mine and his fingers spread my pussy folds.
“Go on,” he whispers, leaning into me and brushing his lips against my ear. “I want to watch you come,” he continues, and then crushes his mouth against mine. He starts stroking my clit harder and I whimper into his mouth at the incredible sensation of his touch. Parting my inner lips, he slides two fingers inside me, curling them upward and taking it straight to my G-spot.
Fingering me as his tongue explores the inside of my mouth, I realize that it won’t take long for me to come as well.
“Come, Jennifer, come for me,” he whispers, now taking his lips to my chin and laying a gentle kiss there. “You’re everything that you want to be right now. And you’re mine,” Jason says, his mouth capturing mine again.
A flood of pleasurable pressure breaks through my body, filling me up and coursing through me as I feel myself squirt, and squirt hard. My pussy spray a massive amount of cum between us that seems to nearly knock me out from the s
heer intensity.
My head falls back and I ache for every moment of his touch to keep me surging higher and higher. “OH!” I cry out in shock at the incredible display of my lust, and how much it makes me want to be even filthier.
As the last of my cum sprays from my pussy, I shiver and Jason wraps his arms around me. When I finally finish he stands and holds my hand.
“I want to look at you, Jennifer,” Jason says. He says my name in such a tender way that I forget the entire rest of the world exists.
His eyes drink me in and he’s so passionate that I can’t help but ache for him. I scoop up some of my cum from his rock-hard abs and rub it all over my lips.
Standing up on wobbly legs, I place my arms over Jason’s shoulders and press my cum-coated lips against his. We kiss for a long time, our tongues softly dancing around one another until I forget that we’re doing something that can’t be caught doing.
Right now, there are only two people in my little corner of the universe—Jason and I.
And that’s just the way it should be.
“I’m not done with you,” I breathe out the words with a soft sigh. “I don’t think I can ever be done with the way that you make me feel, Jason.”
“Nor I with you,” Jason says, kissing my forehead.
Jason starts rubbing my pussy softly, his fingers pressed tight over my wetness. A purred moan leaves my lips as he does it, the whole world fading away around me.
“You’re so wet,” he says, his finger going back and forth over my drenched lips. “I love it.”
“Please,” I mutter, not even understanding what I’m asking for. I want him to slide his finger deep inside of me, I want to feel his cock pushing past my inner lips and lodging itself inside my pussy. I want it all, and I want it right now.
Before I can even react, he parts my inner lips and slides his finger in, moving it inside me like a hook and pressing his fingertip in that sweet hidden spot. I moan again, this time louder, and he presses harder against my G-spot. I swear to God, I’m so delirious with desire I have no idea how I’m managing to stand still.
He starts to move his finger in and out of my pussy, each time his hand moves the rhythm growing. Soon enough his finger is moving so fast I’m no longer moaning, I’m just trying to keep breathing through the avalanche of sensations that rages inside of me. Letting go of my hair, he takes his other hand to between my thighs and presses his thumb over my clit, applying just enough pressure to force a moan out of my lips once more.
Working on my clit with his thumb, his index finger flying in and out of my pussy, he guides me to the edge and, with a simple word, throws me off of it.
“Come,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear. “Come for me.”
Just like that, I go off. I close my eyes again, breathing hard through my gritted teeth as all muscles in my body become tight and hard, uncontrollable tension pooling in every single fiber of my being. Like a bomb, pleasure explodes inside of me, my muscles letting go of all that tension as a forceful scream leaves my throat. My voice quivers as he stops moving his finger and just presses it hard against my G-spot, rubbing it there with the mastery of a man who knows women almost too well. I can never think of him as just a young boy, even if he’s my son’s best friend. I know now that he knows my body better than I do, and he knows how to please my body better than even my marathon masturbation sessions can.
“You’re so beautiful when you come,” Jason growls, his lips against my neck. “I want to watch it every day. I want to make you come over and over again, everyday. I want to taste it and smell it and have it be my one goal of the day,” Jason says, wrapping his arms around me.
“Mmm,” is all I manage to say. But I swear it isn’t a cop out, I just have come so hard and so much that I need to take a moment and do absolutely nothing with my brain. It occurs me to that only with Jason can I shut off the things that make me suffer and contemplate the worst possible scenarios. But when I let myself really feel things when I’m with Jason? I’m not struggling, I’m not stressing. I feel taken care of and I feel adored. I feel like a really woman and not some involuntary almost-virgin like I was before.
“Thank you,” I finally say. I know it is like kinda a stupid thing to say but it is what I mean and feel in my heart of hearts. I want Jason to know how much this means to me, how much all of it means to me.
“You’re welcome,” Jason says, wrapping his arm around me and kissing my forehead again.
I want us to stay like this forever but he and I both know that we can’t. I try to stand on unsteady legs and find myself wobbling, and once again, Jason is there to hold me up and help me.
I don’t know what’s going to happen between us, I just know that there’s a hope in my life that didn’t exist before. I don’t want to leave this moment. I’m always hiding away from reality, but I have this stolen moment that is just too perfect and I need to be able to hide away in it, instead.
Because soon, the rest of the world and reality is going to take away what is so precious to me now. Jason can’t be mine…and that reality is harsher than anything else I’ve tried to escape from.
“I have to go,” I say, the words sounding hollow and feeling like they come from someone else’s lips and not my own.
I hope that I’m not hurting him. Jason’s arms around me squeeze for a moment, but when there’s slack in his grip, I slide out of his arms. It is the most painful thing, emotionally, I think I’ve ever done. I think I can actually feel myself sliding between the bars of my freedom and back into my cage. But what else can I do?
This time when I go home and close myself against the door, I’m not trying to come. I’m trying not to cry. My back pushes against the unforgiving wood, my body feeling awkward inside of clothes with the memories of Jason’s hands all over my skin still. The almost reverent way he touched me and the way my skin still smells like him is too much to bear.
I’m just lonely all over again, crying into the shower as I watch the water swirl down the drain along with everything that made me feel free. I can hardly swallow when I think about how trapped I feel all over again, and with no cruel husband to point blame at for the pain, it is just reality again that imprisons me.
Jason
I fucking didn’t want to come out tonight. Ron’s having a summer party, the guy’s loaded and has more money than sense. His dad’s always away on a business trip, and he constantly turns a blind eye to Ron’s constant house parties. Maybe in a way that constitutes as part of his parenting skills. He’s happy as long as his son is happy. The problem is that Ron’s never happy because he’s constantly bitching about how much money he has, which is never enough. And how much time he has, which again is never enough to do anything that he wants to do.
‘I wanted to spend two weeks in Aspen, and not one.’
Or last summer it was, ‘I wanted to spend three weeks in the Bahamas, not two.’
Always the same fucking boring conversation, which is why I would rather be at home or even at her house putting my arms around her. But there are two people that made me come out.
Number one, my mom.
Number two, her son.
“I still can’t believe that you never came to the lake with us. We’ve been planning that trip all year! What gives man?” Daniel asks as he raises an eyebrow.
Fuck, when did he turn into my mom?
“Daniel, I told you that I wasn’t coming. My grades are crap, and I need to study. I don’t get why you’re making it into such a big deal.”
“Because you told me after you were supposed to be there. We split the gas cost based on you being there. Ron bought the food. Kevin bought the drinks. Everything was split based on you being there, and you just act like it’s nothing. Money doesn’t grow on trees you know?”
Mom had told me that so many times when I was younger. I know that she did it because she was struggling financially and didn’t want me leaving the lights on or anything that would make our bills
go a cent over the previous bill. That was the problem when she went back to school to study nursing. She went out of her way to make sure that she could do it. She said that it would mean a better life for us. She’d done that; she put me through college. Bought a house in a nice neighborhood and I’m always grateful because I know that it was tough for her.
“Are you even fucking listening?”
I open my mouth about to say something, but he’s not listening. We’re at Ron’s house. The guy’s fucking loaded that’s why it didn’t bother him about paying my share of the gas, food or drink. I don’t get why it’s rocking Daniel’s boat. It’s not as if it came out of his pocket. If he knew what I’d been doing to his mom then I’d understand him being pissed, but tonight I haven’t got a fucking clue. Then again, I don’t fucking care. I’m on a high, and there’s nothing that can bring me down.
That’s what I thought until I see Bethany heading over in my direction. Shit, does she ever cover up her body? I don’t understand how she could be wearing a bikini and it’s too tight, and everything’s hanging out. She may as well have not bothered wearing a bikini at all. There’s nothing that’s actually in the bikini because it seems as if it’s two pieces of string suffocating the top and bottom half of her body.
She’s heading in my direction, so I move away while her gold strings start moving toward me. I want to talk to Daniel, but he’s gone back in the crowd. I start to feel nervous that he knows about Jennifer and me.
I shake my head at the idea of it. If he did, then he wouldn’t be busting my balls about the trip. He’d be busting it about fucking his mom.
I take a deep breath and start to head in his direction when I pause and see him calling Bethany. Why the fuck can’t I get away from that woman? Besides who the hell invited her, she wasn’t liked, and high school was long over. No one had to invite her, in fear that they wouldn’t be popular anymore.
