02. Giving Jess a Hand - Sex Stories

02. Giving Jess a Hand

... lingering kisses to my erection and laughed at the sounds they drew from me. She pulled back my foreskin, and squeezed a glistening drop to the tip. She muttered, “Look at that!” and watched it roll down the head before swirling a flat tongue around me. She cackled as I swore and twitched in her palm, her breath billowing over my hard heat. I gritted my teeth as she hummed and licked, bracing myself as waves of pleasure rolled through me. I wanted her to slow down or it was all going to get very messy, but she was on a mission. She rubbed me faster, squeezing my balls as she licked, and looking up at me innocently as if daring me to cum. It wasn’t until she sank her head over the end and sucked with a long lascivious moan that I begged her to stop. “What for?” she panted off me momentarily and then dropped back to her ‘job’. “I’m too close, I’m gonna cum.” She shrugged and sucked on. “But I want to fuck you.” I added and she stopped, lifted off me and contemplated, biting moisture off her lip and rubbing me absently. She nodded. Jess leant down to her robe and rummaged in her pocket, still holding me by my cock as if I would bolt. She proudly pulled out a foil packet. As Jess gave my dick a final kiss and one more lick, and unrolled the condom down my length, I wondered why she had a condom in her robe pocket. Had this been her plan for tonight all along? She smiled at me knowingly, and patted my arse. “Go Big Cat Go!” She said. I straddled her legs-together thighs just ...

... below her bum, as if about to massage her again. Her hips tipped up just enough for me to slide my cock easily into the narrow groove, finding the soaking wet hole in one push. We simultaneously sighed as I filled her deeply and started rocking in and out. We were both so sensitive we were out of control almost instantly. Her buttocks slapping against me as I rode her, relishing the rudeness of impaling her in such a prim, polite position. I leant over her and, supporting myself press-up fashion, I rammed hard and fast. She braced herself on splayed elbows, forehead pressed against the backs of her hands and making an exquisite sinuous curve of her spine, crying out as she pushed back at me. I held out as long as I could but was barely in control when her climaxing noises unlocked my own. I burst inside her, and she burst under me. For a moment, all boundaries between us were gone, like one big bomb of ecstasy exploding in the room, lighting it all up. I ground it out as long as I could inside her, suddenly impossibly tired but trying not to crush her. We stared at the fire, locked together and I felt a little pang that she was going away. We would never do this again. I wanted to kiss her but held back, she kissed my hand and said, “thank you.” I thanked her too, but got a soft snore in response. Over the next few days, we had a good easy friendship and worked hard together. Aside from a couple of mischievous, “can you help me with this?” moments (which maybe for another story ...