Loading...I was going on a fishing trip into Old Mexico – a trip I’d dreamt of and planned for years, because at first I couldn’t afford it and then because I could never find the time. The last thing I needed was a handful of trouble in the form of my neighbor, Cassie’s, daughter.
When Jessie was a lot younger, I was sort of her adopted Dad, because her real one just left in the middle of the night – a school teacher that ran away with one of his students.
In typical small town fashion, I’d known Cassie for more years than I’d known my own wife, so it wasn’t any big deal being a sort of Dad for her kid (besides, we had a history that pre-dated my marriage) and her kid had seemed to like me for several years.
Jessie was now eighteen, rarely ever disciplined in her life, and a real handful for her mom, likely due to Cassie’s inability to crack the whip (which is interesting in itself, but another story).
Attractive, very bright, a bit on the slender side, a mane of golden red hair that always touched my soul when I saw it, but clearly developing into a stunner if she didn’t kill herself first. Booze, drugs, sex – no matter – she’d taken her walk on the wild side and seemed to like it well enough to want more of everything.
In the last few years, she seemed to take a strong disliking to me, but I figured that this was because she knew I was strict and probably bad medicine for snotty little girls unable to show respect for Mom, tradition, or social norms.
Not that I don’t appreciate a nifty little civil disobedience from time to time. I just think that it’s important to become familiar enough with traditions, norms, and mores to know which ones merit continued observance and which ones need amending or discarding.
Frankly, because of her snarly side, I’d no longer found this kid to be very sociable or otherwise pleasant to be around and, in general, someone to be avoided due to her unpleasant outlook and demeanor. While Cassie was pleasant enough to me and still the same warm wonderful woman I’d dated way back then, I avoided her invitations to come over when I knew that Jessie was going to be home.
I just didn’t feel that tanning her hide in front of Cassie was the thing to do, even when she was being unreasonable with her – especially in light of the ancient history Cassie and I shared.
At two o’clock, the morning I was to leave, the phone rang Jill and me awake. It was Cassie, near hysteria, saying she had to come over right now and was bringing Jessie and that there was some kind of trouble, but that Jessie hadn’t really done anything (yeah right!).
Jill went down and made coffee, while I pulled on a pair of wash pants and an old Medinah golf shirt. Cassie scooted in the back door with Jessie and, for once, even Jessie was treating the occasion and her Mother with respect.
There had been trouble. Gangs had moved even into our small town and Jessie had seen something that she should not have seen and Cassie wanted to get her out of town before one of these hoodlums caught up to her.
When I suggested the police, even Jill joined in the laughter. So I would leave a few hours early, like “right this moment” so that they would think that it was someone who looked like Jessie, ’cause we had “left the day before for Mexico”.
So it was that I, with Jessie in tow, pulled out of my drive at three in the morning with both Jill and Cassie safely in their beds. She spent about an hour telling me what she would and would not do while on this trip and made it clear that she planned on calling her shots.
Finally I said, “Jessie, shut up! You will do as I damn well say or I will bust your ass! Your Mother made it abundantly clear that my firm hand will guide you for so long as you are in my care. She knows me and how I discipline children and expects me to treat you as if you were my own. So, we’ll have no more about what you will or will not do while with me on my vacation.”
She lapsed into a sullen silence and finally nodded off to sleep. It was no truce, though, just a gathering of strength. Generally surly, she seemed to be going out of her way to irritate as we made our way toward the Baja Peninsula.
At one point, in a diner in South-central Missouri after being a loud bratty kid during our meal, she literally jumped on my back over a trivial matter and started pounding on me. I flipped her to the floor and delivered three open-handed shots to her bottom that sounded like a .22 pistol to the applause of every patron and the waitress.
She collapsed to the floor in utter shock, staring at me as if I’d lost my mind. Her look soon became the sort of distant, musing, calculating one that I was used to seeing on her face as she was obviously filing away her error in pushing too far.
Imagine my surprise when two days later she came at me with a nail file after I told her that she could not go swimming after our late dinner, because we had to get an early start. I was really angry with her at that point because dinner had been delayed just so she could swim before we dined.
So, after securing the nail file, I turned her over my knees and started whaling away with my bare hand. I must have hit her a dozen times when my conscience grabbed my arm and stopped me, fearing that I might injure her.
Again, the musing look after -this time- tears. But with just a bare hint of a smile – or so it seemed. Obviously, I am a naïve and stupid man, or I would have seen the danger lurking so near, but since such things, in adolescents, were foreign to me I blundered onward. Anyway, the spankings seemed to remind her that I was not her mom and would not tolerate inappropriate behavior.
We reached our destination without further incident and, as luck would have it, she hooked into a really nice Sail the first day out. Give her credit, nobody but her was going to land that fish – nobody!
It was this stubborn refusal by her to accept help, and my body’s refusal to respond to my new water-proof sun block that landed both of us in dry-dock at the ‘villa’ the next day -her with stiff and cramping back and shoulder muscles, and me with severe enough sunburn to want to avoid sunlight for a day or so.
In spite of our best efforts of the night before to tend our respective aches with aloe, hot compresses, and soaking in the appropriate temperature waters, we remained on land and indoors, too sore to venture out.
I slowly prepared a pretty large hungry-fisherman’s breakfast, taking care to avoid aggravating my reddened skin. After eating, I gingerly rose to clear the table commenting that another ten minutes in the sun would have ruined the trip for me.
Jessie said about the same concerning the duration of her fight with the fish and graciously volunteered to apply gel to the spots I could not reach and did so with a tenderness hard to imagine from one whom I suspected harbored a secret kinship with bin Laden.
She then asked if I had anything other than hot compresses for her sore muscles, as the lodge shop was out and would not restock for two more days.
Since I always carry a small first aid kit when traveling and am especially careful to have it well stocked when out of the country, of course I had a tube of analgesic ointment which should ease most of her pain. Indicating that it was in my bathroom, I told her to take off her shirt and lie down.
When I came out of the bathroom with my kit containing the ointment I found that Jessie had followed me into my bedroom and stood in the middle of it -nude.
I am no saint, but I absolutely refused to look anywhere but directly into her eyes as I walked to her, gently embraced her, kissed her forehead and each eye, and told her to put her skirt back on as her butt needed no ointment. I further opined that if it did it would be the sort that she had just put on my back for sunburn, because her next spanking was going to be a bitch-kitty of a whipping.
Probably a mistake, as she nastily replied that there was no reason for me to just sneak looks at her tits under the pretext of rubbing ointment on her sore shoulders, when she was willing to show me the whole thing.
“After all, you’re just dying for a chance to stick your dick in me.”
Now it was my turn to be stunned. Nothing that I had done or said could have conveyed this falsehood. I really hadn’t liked this kid all that well to begin with and was now outraged by this affront to my ‘Samaritan-ship’.
I was not, however, stunned for long. I manhandled her to the bed, pushed her face down on it, and began to spank her. Bare ass aside, I was going to teach her about respecting her elders and otherwise generally decent people in dramatic fashion.
After all, I’d given more than a couple of good old fashioned ass-whippings in my day and wasn’t about to back down from what I saw as my duty. Relentlessly I bore down on her cheeks and upper thighs. She began to sob, moan, and squirm about on the bed and, as she tried to rise to her knees, got an accidental shot right between her cheeks on her puckered little rose of an anus which appeared to wink at me just above her little flame covered slit which was, by now, open and shiny from the moisture of arousal.
Son-of-a-bitch, I thought, this is crazy. This kid’s on the verge of coming and I’m as hard as that Mahogany bedstead. This is wrong and I’m stopping right now.
As I turned away, she wailed “Oh no! You fucking bastard don’t you dare quit on me now,” leapt to her feet and began smacking my poor old sunburned back.
That’s all it took. I pushed her half back on the bed with her knees on the floor and began to work her ass, thighs, and back.
“Yesss, oh Jesus Christ yesss!” she moaned. “I’m coming! Oh fuck yes. Oh God don’t ever let this stop.”
Well,…, I couldn’t stop. No,…, I didn’t stop! No excuses! I was just an old fool in heat. A man who knew better, but chose to let his hard-on guide him.
The juices running out of her were soaking the spread under her and the aroma just made me crazier than I already was. I spread her legs and began very deliberately and gently smacking various exposed parts to determine her response.
Slapping the curve of her cheeks just above the thigh seemed to elicit very satisfactory results. When I smacked her inner thigh up close to her slit, she gave out a high pitched moan, as she did when I actually smacked the wide open oily lips of her vagina.
Most interesting of all was her response to my holding her cheeks hard apart and smacking the insides, she’d moan out loud and when I connected with her winking little rose she began to tremble.
I couldn’t believe this! One single, chance opportunity with this child and I’m behaving like the Marquis de Sade! I tried caressing the spots I’d hit, and this too, elicited little sighs, coos and wiggles.
Making note of her little rose’s apparent sensitivity, I began rubbing around and over it lightly and then more firmly with my thumb and was rewarded with a slight rhythmic in and out pulsing of the puckered hole and a barely perceptible rocking of her hips. Wishing to experiment further, I slid my hand down to her labia, lubricating my thumb with her own juice and then began rolling around and over her anus with even more pressure until it just slid right into her.
I was pushing into it rather gently, working it around, taking care not to scrape her inside with my nail and she immediately was bucking and snorting like a rodeo mare. Christ, what is this? I wasn’t exactly a stranger to a woman’s anus and knew of couples enjoying anal sexual games with their mates, and had even done so myself, but knew that attaining climax from just that was rare for a lass.
I actually started fucking her anus with my thumb -slowly in and out- and she responded by matching my rhythm.
“That feels really good, Jackie.” She breathed. “Ooh my! I had no idea that this was even an option and I think I’m about to come again. Oh, Oh, YESSS!”
I thought she was going to break my wrist with all of her gyrations, but she slowly returned to earth. So,…, I slowly slid my thumb out of her and she began to moan “Noo noo, please put it back in”.
By now, I was lost. No excuses. I take full responsibility. I was going to do something that was terribly wrong – I knew it – and it excited me even more to know that I was flying in the face of morality and convention to bring satisfaction to both myself and this young woman.
Reaching over to my spilled kit, I snagged a tube of lubricating jelly that I use to lubricate the O-rings on various items, such as water proof cases. Lifting her to the bed on her hands and knees, I stripped off my shorts and began working the lubricant onto my cock and into her anus.
Gently, I prised her cheeks apart and rubbed her rose with the head of my cock which was, by now, leaking pre-come like grease from a sun-baked sausage. Slowly I pushed the head past the ring of her sphincter and stopped.
She had not been expecting anything quite this large and was holding her breath to see what was coming next.
“Easy honey. I don’t want to hurt you. I won’t move until you want me further inside you. You’re in charge.”
“Oh, Jackie. This doesn’t hurt. It may be indescribable, but it does not hurt. I love this.”
Holding very still, I began caressing her back and shoulders, along her sides, and slowly inched my way around to her breasts taking care only to soothe, avoiding contact with her faintly pink buds for a time so that anticipation would raise her to another level of excitation.
As I stroked closer to her nipples, lightly passing over the aureoles, she began to pant slightly with the merest hint of a back and forth bumping of her hips, just testing the sensation. When I finally brushed over her nipples, she gasped and pushed back a bit harder.
Very, very gently, I continued this hellish massage slowly rubbing her breasts and sporadically her nipples until she began to moan and hump up and down slightly. As softly as I knew how, I rolled her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and as simply as that, she came.
With absolutely no sound coming from her, nor any real movement, she started quivering, trembling just as if she was in an earthquake, or one was inside of her.
“Nnnngh! Uuunngh! AIEEEE!”
Finally, sound! Of pain? Pleasure? Who knew? Miss Jessie did, for sure. I really cannot accurately describe the sounds that accompanied her shudders, but she squeezed another inch of herself onto me as she shivered for what seemed like several minutes. At last, she finished and went limp, nearly collapsing to the bed, but I was able to hold her erect without slipping out of her or forcing more of myself into her.
“My God, I didn’t know” she groaned.
“Know what?”
“That anything like this could happen. I’ve never felt anything as good as what we’ve been doing.”
“We’re not finished you know. I’m going to finish this wrong as right as I am able.”
“Oh my God Jackie, I don’t think that I can take any more.”
I had been caressing her hips and inner thighs and simply slid a finger up onto her and very, very lightly and gently began to massage around and over her clitoris.
“Oh Christ!” she moaned and slammed back into me, forcing yet another inch of me into her. All of this time, I had been very careful not to move, but the pre-come still flowed, seeping into her, mixing with the lubricant, her own essence and preparing the way for what was to come.
Maintaining light pressure on her clitoris, I eased slightly backwards and then slightly forward to spread the juices a bit. I watched her anus clasp and cling to my cock, distending as I slowly withdrew so that only half of its head remained inside her.
Then, just as slowly I began pushing forward and watched as the ring of her anus disappeared, grasping my shaft on its inward journey. God, what intense sensations; touch and sight become synergistic in passion.
After making a couple of small slow in and out movements, I held still and told her that from now on, she would only get what she wants and must control it by moving on and off of it by her own movements. She could only grunt, because she was coming again. I was truly amazed at this purely sexual creature and begin to doubt my ability to do right by her, as she seemed able to come as often as she liked.
By now, she had forced herself all the way onto my cock and was moving back and forth on it as fast as she could. Replacing my hand with her own on her clitoris, she grunted “Oh Jackie, please just fuck me! No more teasing, just fuck me!”
With my hands gripping either side of her hips, I fucked! In and out as fast as I could. A beast, interested only in taking his own pleasure without regard for his mate.
As slick as her anal canal was with our commingled lubricants, it was much tighter than I was used to and I was going to come any second, so I just begin pumping in and out as she groaned “Oh Christ, I’m coming again”.
At that point, I could feel my come start its way up through my cock, but slow because of the tightness which somehow seemed to intensify and prolong the actual shock of orgasm and made it last so long that I began to wonder if I could take this.
Finally, my sperm flowed into her rectum as I fucked wildly and she screamed “Jackie, I can feel your come and I’m coming again. Oh my…”
She fainted. Maintaining our connection, I eased us over onto our sides, and gently rubbed her neck and forehead until she began to come around.
As my cock slipped out of her, she turned, slid her arms around me, murmured “Mmmmm, Jackie, that was perfect.” and snuggled in so that she lay half on me with her leg thrown over mine and drifted into sleep as I tenderly moved my hand over her back and buttocks.
We lay that way for twenty minutes or so with her sweet breath drifting across my face and our juices seeping from within, gradually coating most of my upper thigh, and soaking the sheet below. Eventually, I noticed that whenever my hand moved onto her bottom, her cheeks would shiver slightly and her groin pressed against my leg so softly as to be almost undetectable – both sure signs that she was having either really good dreams or perpetual orgasmic aftershock.
Continuing my light stroking of her back, I focused a bit more on her buttocks and initiated a soft kneading each time I reached them -especially the lower portion and near the split of her cheeks.
When her inward motion became more defined, I drifted from her bottom into the juncture of her thighs where she was still so wet that my fingers slipped over everything they encountered.
“My word, could she be coming in her sleep?” I thought.
As I eased my fingers between her lips and lightly slid the length of the slit, the rhythmic pressure against my thigh grew even more pronounced. Not content with this, I persisted in my digital exploration, sliding down to the area surrounding her now hard clitoris and delicately teased until she was gently humping my thigh.
Keeping up the pressure there, I started pushing my thumb into her when, suddenly, it seemed as though it was simply sucked the rest of the way into her. Now, I’m pretty sure that this cannot actually happen, but I was trying to slowly ease my thumb in when abruptly, it was inside her, as if she simply sucked it in.
“Mmmm!” – Jessie, still asleep, was expressing her satisfaction with the proceedings.
Allowing my thumb to continue its probing, I did not neglect Jessie’s clitoral region and stepped up my finger’s examination of that area as well. I can’t really say for certain when Jessie became fully aware of what was happening to her, but I do know when I realized that she was fully awake. As I persisted with my multiple manipulations, my thumb coursed in over the underside of her pubic bone and onto or over what must be the area popularly called the ‘G’ spot. An electric shock could have produced no greater reaction.
“Muuhiooww! Uuhng! Hoooo! Hoooo! Uuhnng!”
Humping nothing but air and my fingers, Jessie did, in fact, act as though she were being electrocuted. Her entire body was as taught as bridge cables and her muscles stood out like cords along her neck. By now, on all fours with her face in the mattress, her ass high in the air, and an unintelligible stream of sounds issuing forth from her mouth, she really started coming.
I mean just like a man. Well,…, not really, not as thick, but some sort of stuff was flowing out of her. Sort of like sugar water in its stickiness and consistency, but with an aroma that spoke of base metals, animal passions, and elemental sex and a taste that Man has never been given the power to describe. Yes, I said taste, for by now I had my tongue in there helping my thumb and finger. The combination of sensations – visual, aural, gustatory, tactile and olfactory – had me hard all over again.
For her part, Jessie could merely moan, grunt, tremble, and hump.
Finally, she rolled to her side and gasped “Please! Put it in my bottom again!”
Scrunching up behind her on my side, I easily coated myself with her essence (which seemed to be everywhere) and pushed against her little wrinkled rose which opened at the merest touch, permitting instant penetration. Jessie slammed back, engulfed me in that one motion, and just kept slamming away until, almost mystically, our orgasms hit simultaneously.
Now this had not happened to me in years. I mean never once in about thirty years. Oh,…, probably a few times I might have been finishing as my partner started or vice versa, but never have I and my partner been immobilized by pleasure at the same moment. There we were, locked onto one another shaking, grunting, moaning, and coming. I think that we both fainted at the same time as well.
I have no idea how long I was out, probably an hour or more, if the lengthening shadows in the room were any indication and my memory still functioned. Incredibly, I was still hard (more likely, hard again) and embedded in Jessie’s anus. I eased myself out of her, and gently shook her awake.
“Jessie, honey, it’s time for us to get up and clean up. We need nourishment -if nothing else.”
“Hold me for a while Jackie, just hold me. I love you so much. I know you’re not available long-term or anything, but for the rest of this trip you’re my man and I’m going to be your woman. You’ve just given me everything. Nobody has ever been able to make me come! I mean, no-one’s ever even been close, except for once with a girl at school and I think that was just because I knew it would piss Mom off. How did you know about me? How could you tell that I was hot for you? I didn’t even know myself that I could get excited by being spanked.”
“Ease up kiddo. Too many questions. First off, I didn’t make you come. You just came and as for the rest of it, well,…. Simply put, I didn’t know anything. If I had, none of this would have happened. This is as wrong as anything could be wrong. I’m an old married man and you’re practically a child compared to me. I should be beaten and then jailed for what I’ve just done to you. Your mother entrusted you to my care, and here I am like an egg-sucking dog guarding the hen-house. Come on, let’s go get cleaned up.”
“Sorry Jackie, but I don’t see how you think that this could be so wrong. I mean, it might be adultery, but the rest is just fine. I wanted this. I’ve wanted you ever since I was too young to know what I wanted you for, when I got that warm gushy feeling every time you snuggled me up on your lap and I could feel and smell you. For years, I’ve been hunting for a man that feels and smells just like you.”
“Don’t you see, Jessie? You want your Daddy. That stuff you’re talking about is me replacing your Daddy. It’s not about sex, honey, it’s about you hurting and being lonesome and needing a Daddy and me not smart enough to see that, but horny enough to betray that love you were giving by fucking you instead of just holding on and giving comfort and soothing away your troubles. While I must admit that I haven’t liked you very much the last several years, I would never have dreamed of doing this. I am such a shit!”
“Jackie, wait a minute. Don’t you see what I’m saying? You’re my ‘magic man’. Nearly every woman has this sort of anonymous fantasy man that can make everything right in her world. We dream about him, we daydream about him, we fantasize about him, and we even masturbate to him, but can’t quite see his face to know who he really is so that we can rest easy.
“I call him the ‘magic man’ and what is so special about my ‘magic man’ is that I’ve always known he was you. I maybe need a Daddy, but he isn’t you. I was on the verge of coming at age eight the very first time you picked me up and cuddled me that day I fell off my skateboard. I didn’t calm down because you were daddying me, I calmed down because I was in awe of the power you had over me and the way you made me feel.
“I didn’t know what had hit me, but I knew that it was pretty strong and you were its source. I knew that I was supposed to be sobbing uncontrollably, but all I could do was shake with the feeling I was having and try to catch my breath. It would be several more years before I realized what that day was all about, but it was the most important day of my life and today proves me right.
“For ten years I’ve been trying to get you to notice me sexually. I didn’t know it at first, I just knew that I ached when you left my sight and that I buzzed when you were present, so I always wanted you near and I was always trying to impress you with how grown up I was.
“When I was twelve you guys came over for a cookout and you were playing with me in the pool, throwing me into the air and horsing around when, by accident, your hand brushed over my right breast. I thought that I had wet myself except something inside sort of popped and felt weird.
“I don’t think that you even noticed, but after that I used every opportunity to rub up against you or get your hands on me to make me feel good again. Just being in the same room with you made my breasts swell with pleasure, but when you left my nipples would absolutely ache.
“Not long after that time in the swimming pool, we were watching a movie at your house and I pretended to be frightened so that I could crawl up in your arms on your lap. With your arms around me I managed to straddle your leg with mine, and carefully, to avoid detection, began masturbating with your knee.
“That was the night that I figured out what I needed you for over all other men. You eased me off your lap before I could finish, but I went straight to your room pulled off my panties, stuck my face in your pillow, thought of you (your feel, your hands, your smell, but nothing specifically sexual – `cause I didn’t know), and fiddled with my hot spot until I came, your aroma blotting out all else.
“I wiped myself all over your pillow, so that our smells could be together. From that time on, the only time I could ever come was by thinking of you. Many, many times I have sneaked into your house and masturbated onto your towel, pillow, or shirt, just so I could imagine us together sexually.
“I used to dream about the day you’d put one of those shirts on, or dry off fresh from your shower, smell me and suddenly realize that it was me and run next door to declare your undying love for me – just before you dragged me to the floor so that we could make love.
“So you see, this is not bad, but a joyous moment for me to savor for now and a lifetime. I think that you’re right about cleaning up, though. We must smell like a couple of camels.”
All of this sounded pretty good to an average guy who hadn’t done anything extraordinary or non-routine for years. I wanted this to be okay, even though I knew that this was a big one and I could never “go back”.
Jessie maybe was no Goddess to some, but to me she was! Slender, pretty, firm thighs, butt, and breasts, and (the magic words) young. A very screwed up young to be sure, given her fixation on me, but young never-the-less.
I would continue making every possible effort to talk her away from me and would be sincere, but each time I felt like I’d finally succeeded, the pit of my stomach would ache. I knew this was wrong and I wanted her to be free, but I would want her until it was over and would want her a bit more.
I dragged my weary butt into my bathroom and started the water running. As sort of an afterthought, I picked up the phone and called room service for light dinners accompanied by plenty of fresh fruit and iced bottled water. I then climbed into the tub, pulled the shower curtain closed, and eased under the water.
“Damn, this feels good”, I thought.
Cranking the heat up just a bit, I was prepared to nearly scald some energy back into my body or die trying. I put some shampoo on my hair and began working it into a good lather. Just as I was rinsing it off, I heard the bathroom door close, the shower curtain slide open with a small breeze, and slide closed.
Snuggling up to my back and slipping her arms around me Jessie, in a small voice, said “I didn’t want to be away from you just yet.”
Finishing with the rinsing of my hair, I turned in her arms and embraced her.
“Jessie”, I said softly. “Sweet goddamned Jessie,” and gently kissed her forehead and eyes. “Why couldn’t you have been the little bitch that you’ve been working so hard at proving you are to everyone?” I dropped featheries on her cheeks, nose, temples and ears.
“Why do you have to be this big fucking wonderful ‘I-sure-as-hell-don’t-deserve-it’ surprise?” I kissed the corners of her mouth.
“I’m close to retiring with kids in college.” I kissed her lips. “I have a wife that I think loves me – I know I love her.” I brushed my tongue lightly across her lips.
“Why couldn’t you have happened to me 26 years ago when I could afford this relationship, though little else?”
She kissed me back softly.
“Thanks Jackie,” she replied. “Your kisses and words just prove that you really are my ‘magic man’. Only my ‘magic man’ could love me and his wife and say it to me as gently and with that much feeling. Oh, and by the way -are you trying to boil us?”
Laughing, I turned to reduce the flow of hot water. Turning back into Jessie’s arms, we let the warm water embrace us. I turned so that the spray was soaking her hair, and then turned back and began lathering her hair with shampoo.
With eyes scrunched closed she turned her face to me as I gently massaged her scalp and hair. Finally, I turned her back under the spray and rinsed her head. Reaching for a washcloth and bar of soap, I lathered the cloth and started laving her shoulders, sides, back, and bottom while Jessie clung to me and sighed contentedly.
“Turn around and put your hands on the wall, so I can wash your legs and feet.”
She complied and I briskly lathered her legs and feet, though not without a bit of squirming due to her feet being a bit ticklish. I stood and rubbed her behind with the soap, working the water-smoothed and warmed bar between her cheeks.
Replacing the bar with my hand, I tenderly massaged the inside of her cheeks and her little rose. This activity drew a number of small sighs which I could barely distinguish over the sound of the shower. Moving the bar a bit lower, I lathered her perineum, lips, clitoris, pubic hair and the rest the juncture of her thighs. Then, snuggling in behind her, I switched my attentions to her front side and washed her stomach and chest with the washcloth and then used the bar and my hands to wash her breasts.
As her nipples had hardened and she was sort of moaning again, I began to focus only on them and greatly slowed and softened my massage. Encircling her waist with one hand to support her, I continued passing over and around her nipples and turned so that the needle spray of the shower was shooting directly on her breasts. Jessie was just as shocked with this climax as she’d been with the others, which told me that she hadn’t been having them with enough regularity to be able to recognize the signs. She just grunted, grabbed the arm at her waist and rode it out sort of sobbing and laughing at the same time.
“Wow. You just don’t quit do you Jackie? Look at you. You’re not even clean yet, but you’re ready, if that thing’s any indicator.”
“It seems to be ready, but I’m not and it really needs washing.”
With that, Jessie picked up both soap and washcloth, said “Now it’s my turn,” and started washing my neck, arms, chest, stomach, and then legs. “Turn around.” Again, she lathered up my neck and then my back. Just as I had, she worked the bar between my cheeks, down to my scrotum and then began working the lather between my cheeks, taking care to massage my anus very gently.
“Geez, that feels good. A bit odd, but kind of erotic and sexy.”
Next, she went to work on my testicles and on up my shaft. Backing me into the spray, Jessie rinsed my back and buttocks while she continued lathering my genitals and started kissing my cheeks using her tongue and teeth to magnify the sensation.
Turning me once again, I was now thoroughly rinsed and hard. Jessie started nibbling at my cock with her lips, sort of pinching me between them. She did the same with my scrotum, but added a light tongue action which she worked up to the head and back down again. This time, she took one of my testicles gently into her mouth and lightly sucked on it while she laved it with her tongue.
“Oh Christ Jessie, that’s incredible.”
Same treatment on the other one and I was nearly crazy and ready to explode. Slowly her mouth continued its journey up my shaft, sucking the sides while caressing with her tongue. Eventually, she reached the head and without hesitation slid her mouth down over it, sucking and licking as she went, all the way down until her lips were pressed into the pubic hair at its base. Back up slightly and down again, then up until just the head remained in her mouth with her tongue circling and caressing and seeking.
“Jessie, you’d better stop. If I go now, I’ll be done for the day.”
“That stuff leaking out of you sure does taste good Jackie. I want more and I don’t care if you are done for the day. Besides, there’s always tonight.”
“Jessie it is “tonight” and I don’t want to end it here. There are a couple of other things that I’d like to introduce to you.”
I shut the water off, grabbed a towel and rubbed both of us until she said that she was plenty dry except for her hair, which I told her would be just fine if it air dried, picked her up, and carried her to my bed, where I lay her down and said, “Time for some of that ointment you needed.”
“Now I need both kinds,” she giggled, as she wriggled her rump and batted her eyes at me over her shoulder. “Seriously, Jackie, I don’t really need any ointment. I didn’t need it earlier either, I was just looking for an excuse to get naked for you. If that hadn’t worked, I was coming in here after you were asleep to see if I could start something you couldn’t stop. All I really need right now is some food. Cripes, aren’t you hungry?”
“Mmm hnnh.”
“Jackie, what are you doing? Stop that! I said that I’m,…, ohhh golly, golly, goshen, never mind. Don’t stop. I was wrong, I’m just hungry for what ever you do to me. Oh shit shit shit. Why did I have to wait so long to have this sort of stuff done to me.”
What had started as petulance finished as a near wail.
My mouth and tongue were working her derriere in the same fashion hers had worked mine in the shower. Except that I was not stopping at the cheeks. Gently, spreading them apart, I continued my tongue massage from the base of her spine to her perineum.
Not wanting to heat things up too quickly, I took my time and also took care to avoid her rectum. I must say that Jessie was warming nicely to my task and was sort of trying to decide whether to sigh, moan, or just come. I was merely inching my way up and down her now slick cleft, hot breath advancing moments ahead of softly alternated kisses and gentle swipes of my tongue.
I narrowed my focus to the area just around her rose and had to start riding with her quietly rocking hips as she ground toward yet another orgasm, groaning all the while. Sensing that release must come soon, I focused my tongue on the ring of her rose with constant light pressure and small slow dips into its center. As her movements became more pronounced, I dipped deeper and deeper into her core, hanging onto each thigh with an arm wrapped around it in order to maintain contact.
By now, my tongue was being fully extended and thrusting into her with each upward movement of her hips and I could taste the musky tang of artichokes. The vision of her flaming red hair whipping about the back of her head and shoulders as my tongue delved deeper tasting more of her sent an incredible rush to the head of my cock. The sound of her nearly inhuman grunts as my fingertips continued to caress the silkiness of her skin elevated the intensity of my passions. The aroma of 100% pure woman in raw heat added to the assault on my senses! I was in danger of actually coming with no physical stimulation to my cock as my senses were, once again, totally overwhelmed by this tempestuous lass.
“Jjuuunngh!” Jessie was coming.
No, Jessie came. Boom, like that it was here and gone.
“Cuddle me honey bear. Just crawl up here and hold me a bit, but PLEASE, nothing erotic or sexual. I think that you might have finished me for the night just now.”
“Hey, Jessie, no worries!” I murmured. “I’ll just be here,” and gently massaged her neck.
Soon she was fast asleep, so I slipped on a pair of shorts and went down to see if the noises I’d heard earlier had in fact been the lodge kitchen help delivering sustenance. Something I sorely needed. Yep, there it was. There was hot stuff in warmers that allowed the steam to escape and avoid wilting the contents, and a note directing us to the containers in the fridge.
I got out a couple of plates, bowls, glasses, a big tray, and went to work arranging our food. Nice fat strips of Jerked chicken (skinless and grilled Jamaican style – very spicy) intermingled with juicy slices of mango, papaya, musk melon, and tomato wedges on the plates; salads of avocado, chives, slivers of fresh horseradish greens, mustard greens, spinach and, would you believe it – artichoke hearts – all topped with a lime juice and cilantro based dressing in the bowls, and a huge thermos of some sort of ice cold fruit juice mixture for the glasses and two large ice cold bottles of water. I lugged all of this up to my room, placed it on the table, dropped my shorts, and crawled back into the bed, snuggling up to Jessie.
Kissing her on the neck and shoulder, I whispered “Hey, Jessie, let’s eat. I’ve got real food here. Hot and spicy with a hint of the tropics. Hey, Jessie, let’s eat. I promised your mama that I’d take care of you. Ain’t I doin’ good?”
“If mama only knew, she’d be askin’ you to take care of her next time. You don’t reckon Jill would rent you out?”
“I reckon Jill would cut off my balls, just before she shot me, right after she finished braiding the noose and calling the cops, if she even thought I might do something like this.
Married thirty-one years and never even got a hint of anger that I’d crossed that line of sexual propriety women secretly establish for their men. Not even the time when she walked into a room at a party looking for me and found a woman she didn’t know on my lap. All these years she trusted me, because I deserved it. Shit! Let’s eat.”
“Jackie, I’m sorry I spoiled the mood.”
“You didn’t, honey. I’m an old foot soldier – unhappy unless grousing about something.”