Jess' Story
Chapter 21, Part II From Jess' viewpoint
I don't know how to describe how I felt when Paul had finished fucking me for the second time. It was like I had bathed in sex. Rolled in it. Played in it. I'd eaten my fill and felt completely satisfied. Happy. And oh so spent.
I was ready too snuggle up against Paul, luxuriate in the great sex we had just had and in the morning I wanted to do it all again. And again. And again!
We were both covered in my cum. Lots of my cum. I'd cum so much I could hardly believe it. Thick and smelling so strong. And not turning runny as it cooled on our skin. I'd been holding off all night and when I finally let loose of my jizz, it was a messy, sticky coating from my chest down to my nuts. The front of Paul was in about the same state as mine.
I rolled off of him so we were both lying face up and side-by-side. Paul reached over and started running his fingers through the pool of my cum where it was still leaking a bit from my cockslit. Like my exhausted cock was drooling cum. Then he started toying with my shrinking cock. Occasionally taking one of his cum covered fingers and tasting my cum. His play was keeping me from going completely soft. But the urgency to cum that I had been feeling all evening was released. I was truly content.
Neither of us was saying a word. Words seemed completely unnecessary. I turned on to my side facing Paul. I scooted my body closer to him. And as I did I gently rocked him onto his side. We were spooning. My chest to his back. My free hand toying in the cum I had left spread all over his chest and abs.
We both murmured that we loved each other. That we would forever. That we were perfect for each other. Finally we fell silent. Paul wrapped in my arms in front of me. Me cuddled up behind him. Our warm, exhausted bodies touching head to toe.
I was drifting off to sleep when Paul said very quietly, "I think you should . . . you know . . . me now." I sort of chuckled because even after all we had been through . . . all the sucking and jerking off and cum eating . . . Paul sometimes couldn't bring himself to say sexual things in plain talk. Of course, I knew what he meant. It was completely clear to me he thought I should fuck him. He thought I should stick my hard cock up his tight little asshole. Pound his hole. Take his cherry. Fuck his brains out. But he's never said it that way.
"There'll be plenty of time for that," I said in my sexiest, lustiest voice. Then with a little more enthusiasm, I added, "I'll stick my dick in your ass first thing tomorrow when we wake up. Then I'll fuck you all day long if you're up for it." I snuggled my face against his neck and cheek. I was ready to dream the rest of the night away. Happy to be with Paul like this.
After a few moments when I thought he was starting to drift off, Paul turned his body just enough so he could look back at me. "I really want you to do it tonight. To complete our commitment."
I thought about what I should say. I really was tired and I really thought he was back in his mode of trying to make the night too perfect. I didn't want to tell him no, but still . . .
"After the fucking you just gave me not only am I committed to you and you to me, I think my cum may have us stuck together like this forever," I said as I tried to snuggle back into Paul.
"Don't you want to make love to me?" Paul asked in a voice that was so pitiful it was sort of annoying. "You can get hard again, can't you?" he asked. Was he trying to play games with my mind? Was he throwing down a challenge? Questioning my manhood, my stamina?
He reached behind his butt and took my mostly limp, cum-slimed cock in his hand. He stroked it a time or two. It started to respond. Thicken. Lengthen. I could hardly believe it, but I felt my pulse quicken. Blood was surging to my cock again. I felt it expand within the palm of his hand.
He let loose of it and rolled away from me. "I guess it's just too soon for you," he said sadly.
That was it! I rolled over toward him throwing one knee on the far side of his legs. I ended up with a knee on either side of his thighs looking down at him. My cock was at least at half mast and getting harder.
I took my growing cock in my right hand and pumped it a few times, showing him in no uncertain terms I could fuck him right then if that's what had to happen.
Paul just smiled at me and started to laugh. He reached up and pushed my hand away, replacing it with his own. Then, not so gently, he pulled me forward by my cock until he could wrap his mouth around it. Within another second or two I was stretched out over him. Raised up on my arms and my toes. My cock fucking his mouth with amazing speed.
And he was taking it. Even raising his head as I thrust down, forcing my cock almost down his throat. Finally he took me by the hips and pushed me up and away.
"What the matter? Can't take any more?" I teased him. My cock was jutting straight out. My pre-cum or maybe his spit or maybe both were dangling in a slimy strand from my cock to his lips.
He stretched out his tongue and lapped up whatever I'd been dripping and then said. "Wrong hole, boyfriend." With that he rolled over, raised his ass up and then reached back with one hand to expose his hole. Pink. A little wrinkled. But so inviting. So fuckable!
I was surprising even myself. My enthusiasm had returned completely. My cock was rock hard. But even more important, I was enjoying this sexual back-and-forth. The challenges each of us were throwing down. This was fun and sexy.
We were finally free to do whatever we wanted. Between the two of us there were no limits. No permission needed. We were fully committed and apparently able to keeping going and going and going. Just like that fucking rabbit in the TV commercials.
I never even thought what I was going to do next. Never asked if it was right or wrong. Whether I wanted to do it or Paul wanted me to do it. I just did it because that's what the brain in my cock told me to do.
I plunged my face into Paul's spread ass cheeks. I lapped at his hole. Teased it with my tongue and a finger or two. And finally started driving my tongue into him a little bit at a time as his warm funky hole loosened and softened, welcoming me. Or at least my probing tongue.
He was groaning, moaning, calling out my name mixed with a string of fuck talk like I'd never heard from him. Finally his asshole seemed to be gapping wide open. Wide enough I really was tongue fucking him. Sucking his ass lips between my lips. Lapping up his juices. Burying my face between his cheeks and making us both so fucking turned on we were completely out of control.
"Do you think you're ready for a finger or two?" I asked him, having no doubt he was ready.
Paul said in a halting, strained voice, "Just put . . . that beautiful . . . hard . . . hunk of meat . . . in my ass . . . and fuck me . . . till we . . . cum," He was so into what I was doing to his hole, he was having trouble speaking.
But he must have been so turned on that he'd gone sex crazed. The way he was talking really surprised me. So unlike Paul. Plus there were these gurgling sounds and deep breaths and groans that came between almost every word he uttered. I mean it must have taken him like five second or more just to say those few words. Fuck, we were so into it.
"You're gonna want lube, " I said and started looking for it. It had been there earlier. Where the fuck could it be? All the time I was looking, Paul kept telling me to forget it. That he didn't need it. I'd loosened him up enough. Just stick it in him!
But I knew better. I knew he'd need it. Especially if this first time was going to be everything he wanted it to be.
"I'll be right back," I said as I went into the bathroom to find the expensive, new lube we'd bought for our commitment weekend. It took me at least a minute or two to find it. When I came back in, Paul was still in position, his ass sticking up toward me. Ready to be fucked.
He had one hand probing around his hole, but it didn't look like he'd stuck his finger in there yet.
I opened the lube. The smell was amazing. I'd gone a little soft while looking for it, but the sexy smell of that lube screamed at me, You're gonna fuck him! It's gonna be great! Three hard cums tonight! I already loved this stuff.
I squeezed a generous glob onto my fingertips and asked Paul to move his hand unless he wanted to grease his own hole. When he moved his hand away, I could see that his rosebud was far from blooming the way it had been when I'd been tongue fucking it a few minutes earlier.
I reached out and began spreading lube around his hole. But I had barely touched the tip of my middle finger to Paul's hole when he flinched.
"Relax. You've tensed up again. Just relax and enjoy this. I sure as hell am gonna enjoy it," I said.
"This is going to make our commitment complete," Paul said and looked back at me, a nervous smile on his face. "It's going to be perfect. Just like I knew it would be," he added, but I thought I could sense a little apprehension in his voice.
I kept working my lubed fingers around his hole. Probing gently at first and then a bit more forcefully. But Paul must have really tensed up while I was looking for the lube. I could barely get one finger in him up to the first joint. He was squirming with discomfort and I could feel his hole squeezing tight.
I gently eased my finger free. I did everything I knew how to do. I gently ran my hands over his butt cheeks. I kissed his hole and let my tongue play across it again. I was glad the lube tasted good, but Paul's hole wasn't responding. I stretched my body over his and he turned his head so we could kiss.
Sometimes I thought all of this was working. But each time I'd focus on his hole again, Paul would clamp down. Tense up. It wasn't working.
Finally Paul said I should just lube up my cock and his ass really good and see if I could ease it in.
It didn't seem like a good idea, but my cock was ready to fuck him and in too many ways it was my cock that was calling the shots.
I stroked my cock a few times to make sure it was full hard for the assault. I took Paul's hips in both hands and pushed them down just a little until my cock was pushed up against his ass crack almost at his hole.
"You're in the wrong place," Paul said. I could hear the agitation and maybe even fear in his voice.
I spoke as calmly as I could to reassure him. "I know. I know. Relax. I'm just getting it in place. You just need to relax and this will be so much easier. So much better."
I reached down with my right hand and pushed my stiff cock a little lower as I wriggled my hips to get it lined up. At last I could feel the tip of my cock poking at his opening.
"OK, I'm gonna push a little. You just relax and let me know if it hurts too much. It's gonna hurt some at first, but I'll go slow. Just tell me if I need to stop." I sure as hell hoped that if he told me to stop, my cock would let me.
Paul had his head buried in a pillow, but I could see him nod and I assumed that meant he was ready. I started to make gentle thrusts and like magic his hole opened a little.
"You OK?" I asked.
"Mhm," he murmured.
I pushed a little more, but his hole didn't yield. I pushed a little more and I saw Paul's shoulders tighten. "You OK?" I asked again.
"Just do it," he said pleadingly. "I can take it. I want you to do it."
I tried again, but it wasn't working. I pulled back and talked sexy to him, kissed him and caressed his body. I tried turning him on his back with his feet over my shoulders. I tried to probe his ass with my tongue the way I had earlier. I tried with his feet on the floor and his body face down on the bed. I tried with him on his side and me spooned in behind him.
Each time he tensed up even as he cried out begging me just to do it.
Finally we were back where we started. Him kneeling, his ass in the air, his face buried in a pillow. As I tried to get my cock in position, Paul reached back and took my cock in his hand, and moved it around till he had it where he thought was best.
"I don't care if it hurts. Just do it," he all but demanded.
I was so frustrated by that point. I took a deep breath. Wrapped two fingers and my thumb around the base of my cock. My other two fingers cupped my aching nuts. I warned Paul just to hold on. It would get better. And with that I . . .
I just couldn't do it this way. Paul had tensed up completely. As much as his images of our perfect first night together demanded that we do this, his body didn't agree.
I pulled back and, looking down at him, I said as gently as I could, "I can't. Not till you're ready. I don't want to hurt you."
Paul began to cry. He never said a word. He didn't make a sound. I could just tell by the little shivers in his body that his tears were flowing.
I rolled him onto his side and cuddled up behind him and held him. I tried to brush his tears away with my fingers, but he turned his head as though he were ashamed. "It's OK," I said. "It really is OK."
I hoped to hell it really was OK.
To Be Continued . . .
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