Random Snapshots - #8
Jack was lying in bed ready to watch an old movie when his cell phone rang. It was 10:30 and he suspected before he picked up his phone that it was Erica. She was the only one who ever called him after 9 pm. He also suspected that he would be picking up the pieces left from another shattered ego after yet another boyfriend had dumped her for some lame-ass reason. He chose not to hit the play button and answer the call, even though he was not in the mood for providing a shoulder to cry on. It was Erica, alright. But as always, whether he felt like answering or not, he did.
"Hi Erica, how are you doing this evening?" he asked, fearful of becoming a 2 hour cry session for her and missed chance to relax with his bottle of wine and an old movie.
"I'm fine, Jack, but bored and thought I would call and waste some of your time to alleviate my boredom," she said laughing. "What are you up to?"
"Not much. I got my yard work done earlier in the evening to free up as much of weekend as possible. So I just showered and I am lying here in bed with a bottle of wine, getting ready to watch a movie."
"You know," Erica started, "a normal guy would have a date tonight with something besides a wine bottle and a movie. When are you going to get off your ass and get back in the game?"
"Did you call me up just to give me shit about my lack of a love life, Erica? I get enough of that from my mother." Jack said, laughing, but actually he was slightly annoyed.
"Nah, like I said, just bored and thought I would chat with you a bit. But we can talk another time. I know it is late and you must be tired."
Erica, for all of her weaknesses, perceived or otherwise, was a sweet woman. she and Jack were both 33, went through grade school and high school together, and had been close friends the entire way. There was never anything remotely romantic between them. He had somehow gained the status of "big brother" with her and with everyone they knew. She had always been a little on the heavy side, never the popular girl and not the first one guys thought of when they wanted to date. And if anyone picked on her because of her weight, or the fact that she was the brains of her class, Jack stepped in and set them straight. Jack was the athletic jock type, but never had the arrogance that often went with it. So when he stepped in, everyone else stepped aside. Jack was also very intelligent and was a bit of a loner because the first emotion that came to mind when someone was asked about Jack was envy. Even though he was a humble, quiet young man, everyone was envious of his athletic and intellectual abilities. He marched to a different drummer in the sense that he liked anything classic and virtually nothing contemporary. No one ever figured him out enough to consider him a good friend.
"Well, why don't you come on over and have a glass of wine and watch the movie with me?" suggested Jack. "It's a king bed, so there is plenty of room for both of us." He laughed to himself at the thought of Erica taking him up on his offer, knowing she would never consider such a thing.
"Yeah, right. I am just going to drive over to your house at 11 pm and get in bed with you and drink and watch a movie." Erica said. She was intrigued by the idea and wanted to, but she didn't think Jack was serious.
"Well why not? It's not like we are married to other people and it would look bad," countered Jack.
Since he was divorced and she had never gotten closer to the altar than dating a handful of losers, there was real reason for her to say no. Nor was there any reason to think Jack was anything other than sincere in his invitation.
"You have a point. I should just pack up my overnight bag and come right over and get in bed with you. Is that what you are suggesting?"
"Exactly. But you don't need an overnight bag. Just bring something comfortable to lie in bed in and spend the night. I have everything else you would need. Come on over."
"And what if I sleep in my birthday suit and don't want to watch a movie?" she teased.
"Then I will change into my birthday suit and we will do whatever you feel like doing," Jack said with a laugh.
"Sounds like you are trying to seduce your best friend, Jack. Shame on you!" she teased again.
"Just trying to let you know I meant it when I invited you over. I will leave the door unlocked and I'll have a wine glass on the nightstand for you if you come over - no matter what you are wearing."
"Well, if you insist," said Erica, actually excited about the chance to spend some time with Jack.
The two of them usually talked 2-3 times a week and met for lunch or dinner a couple of times a month. Rarely did they visit each other's homes, but she had been to Jack's enough to know the layout.
Thirty minutes later, Jack heard the front door, then the patter of footsteps down the hall to his bedroom. He had the sheets up to his waist covering the fact that he was just wearing his briefs.
When Erica walked in she was wearing a robe over what looked like loose fitting pants you could see through. Jack first noticed the robe - a satiny maroon colored robe that reflected the dim light in the room. Then he noticed her straight auburn hair resting at her shoulders and cheery smile on her face. She was barefoot otherwise and looked like she had just stepped out of his shower and ready for bed.
"You told me to wear something comfortable for lounging in bed, so I just put this stuff on and wore it over here. This is as comfortable as it gets." she reminded him.
"You look wonderful!" said Jack. "See, there is your wine glass, so crawl in here and let's relax together. We can watch a movie or not. Doesn't matter to me."
"What movie did you have in mind?" she asked, only slightly interested. It really didn't matter to her. She just liked the idea of spending the evening with her best friend and "protector". She always felt accepted and appreciated around Jack. She never cared what they did together. She just liked it when they were together.
"I forget the name. I just found it scanning Hulu. It is a 40s romance from the sound of the summary. Black and white."
He poured her a glass of wine and she removed her robe and hung it over the door knob at the entrance to the master bath. That is when Jack noticed that her pajamas were sheer and she wore nothing under them. The dim light was enough to show the outline of her slightly plump ass when her back was to him and when she turned around, he could clearly see the outline of her full, heavy, yet firm tits poking the fabric in front. she had a little extra padding around the waist and her thighs were a little larger than average, but she always had the most beautiful legs Jack had ever seen on a woman.
She unpretentiously walked over to the bed, climbed in and settled in next to Jack, shoulder to shoulder as he handed her the glass of wine.
"Answer me something, Jack. What is it with you and old stuff? You like old movies, classical music, you drive a '57 Chevy that you rebuilt. I am surprised that you joined the 21st century and got a smart phone." Erica was not teasing him, she was genuinely curious and wanted to better understand the man who had always been there for her.
"It isn't that I like old stuff so much as I like classic stuff. I like a simple, well built car with a style different from anything else. I like music that is uplifting and encouraging. And I like movies that tell a good story and don't waste my time with a lot of CGI crap. I don't know - I just like things that are honest and true. I don't like pretense and I don't like things - or people - that have a lot of shit hidden behind what they say and do."
"So, then how do I fit into these things that you like so much?" Erica asked, confused.
"Seriously? Isn't it apparent, Erica?" Jack said, now being the one confused. "You have always been honest and real. When you smile, you are happy, when you are sad, you cry. You always say what you really think, but you do so gently, because you hate hurting others. You are kind and gentle natured. What I see in you is what I get."
Erica dipped her head so that Jack couldn't see the tears welling up in her eyes. She had always wanted to hear a decent man say words like that about her and to her, but everyone who ever showed interest in her did so only fleetingly, because what they wanted was sex and didn't want to be committed to someone who didn't meet their physical standards. She leaned into Jack and he put his arm around her shoulder and hugged her tight, both sipping their wine.
She set her wine glass on the nightstand and put her arm across Jack's chest, turning slightly to her side and tucking her shoulder under his arm and rested her head on his shoulder.
"Thank you for telling me that, Jack." she said quietly.
"What? Thank you for telling the truth?" he said, sensing that he had unintentionally met some deep need in her.
"Yes. I always thought I wanted to hear a man tell me that he loved me or that he wanted me. But I think what I really needed to hear a man say is that I was good and worthy. That what was inside was more important than the package it was bundled in."
"Erica," said Jack, knowing that what he was about to say next could ruin their years of friendship, "the bundle you packaged in is pretty damned good in its own right. You should know that by now. Don't let the pricks you have dated make you feel otherwise. They are the shit bags. When you decide to pick out a decent guy, he will tell you the same thing I just did and he will mean it because it is true."
She searched his face for signs of honesty and noticed that his eyes were welling with tears as well as he felt his own pain of loneliness. The difference between them is that he had had it once and lost it. She had never experienced it before for herself.
"Jack, show me." She saw the honesty. She saw his need. She wanted to see his passion.
"Show you what?"
"Show me that the bundle I am packaged in is pretty damned good."
"Is that what you really want, Erica? What if you regret it? I don't want to lose our friendship over a glass of wine and confused emotions."
"Is that why you have never tried before to get me where I am right now? I mean too much to you to risk losing me over sex?"
Jack nodded, somehow embarrassed by the acknowledgement. "It is also probably one of the reasons I am divorced. Kathy got tired of hearing the comparisons I would make between the two of you and she always came out on the short end."
"You have got to be shitting me! You married the prom queen! She was beautiful. She was kind every time I saw her in action. How could she lose to me?
"That pretty bundle in public was filled with some nasty shit on the inside. Let it rest, Erica. Just know that I have learned a few things and one of them is that you don't take chances of possibly losing the good people in your life."
"Jack, I want you! Take me. I will never regret it no matter what happens later. I want to know what it is like to be with a decent man."
They kissed passionately. Jack's free hand began to explore her full, heavy tit. Then he unbuttoned the sheer top of her outfit and slid his hand inside to feel skin against skin and the hardening nipple between his fingers at his touch. Their tongues wrestled between their lips and their breathing got heavier. She finished unbuttoning her top and nearly ripped the seams getting out of it. She just as quickly pulled off the bottoms and Jack's hands roamed all over her body, exploring every inch from her knees to her neck. Her hand found its way under the sheet and to his erection bulging in his briefs. She tore back the sheets covering his lower body and ran her hands from his cock to his shoulders as if to prove to herself that she was in bed with a real man who really wanted her. She rose to her knees and grabbed the waistband of his briefs and pulled hard, taking them below his knees and off in one quick motion. His large, hard cock thumped on his belly as it was freed from its confines.
Erica flopped on top of him, resuming the passionate kissing as his hands explored her ample ass. Her heavy tits were mashed against his chest. Jack rolled her over again, this time he was taking the top position.
"Erica, what do you enjoy? I want our first time to be all you want it to be."
"I don't know, Jack. This is the first one I have had that wasn't battery operated."
Jack couldn't hide the surprise on his face. "Well then, I guess we start from the beginning. I will listen to your responses and try to guess that it's good or not so good."
With that, he lowered himself down her body, kissing and licking as he went. She could not believe what it looked like he was about to do, but she instinctively spread her legs in case she was right. And she was. Jack hooked his arms under her upper thighs and she lifted her legs over his shoulders. He began to kiss and lick her pussy lips and eventually began to slide his tongue in and out of her, gradually increasing his attention on her clit, licking and tongue fucking her. Erica's mind went blank and was then filled only with the absolute pleasure of her clit getting all the attention it really ever wanted. In a matter of just a few minutes, Jack brought her to a thunderous orgasm with his tongue and caused her body to stiffen and tremble. Her legs closed together around his head, making it impossible to hear her shrieks of pleasure and physical release. He reached up and grabbed her nipples and pulled hard on them, intensifying what was already overwhelming to her and she cried out even louder, filling his house with a noise that, taken out of context, would have scared anyone in another room.
Just as quickly, Erica's body went limp. The only movement was the heaving of her chest as she breathed heavily from the exertion. Jack was pleased with himself for the results when it had been quite some time since he had pleasured a woman that way. He moved up in the bed to resume a position of side by side with Erica, who was beginning to regain physical control and composure.
"Fuck, Jack! I wish you had done that to me years ago! I never dreamed it could be that good!"
"Glad you enjoyed it, honey," he said with a shiny wet grin on his face.
"Now," she said, " I want to see if I can do the same for you! Before this night is through, I want us to try it all!"
"Be careful what you want, Erica. I am not sure either one of us want to try EVERYTHING!"
She ignored him and wrapped her hand around his thick shaft and gently stroked it at first. She had handled other men's cocks before and even sucked on a couple of them, but she had never let one fuck her before. None were as large or as beautiful as Jack's was to her and she eagerly went down on him and swiftly began sucking on the head of his cock. He gasped at the sensation. It had been ages since his last fuck and even longer since his last blow job. He knew he would not last long as eagerly as she was going about it. But the night was young and he had no intentions of holding back.
Erica pulled away long enough to give him instruction. "I want you to cum in my mouth. I have never let a man do that before, even though a couple of have tried. But I want to know what it is like for a man to shoot in my mouth."
Jack smiled as Erica resumed sucking on his pipe. She expertly stroked it as she sucked and occasionally rubbed and rolled his heavy balls in her hand. Jack let his hands roam about her body as she sucked his rod and marveled at the smoothness and blemish free skin of her body. She made some efforts to deep throat him and he could feel his cock head at the back of her throat. She pulled back before choking and picked up the pace. Soon, Jack felt his balls and something deeper inside him begin to twitch and churn and flinch, giving him the signal that he was about to explode.
"I'm about to cum, baby. Just telling you in case you change your mind. He winced as he tried to hold onto that pre-climax feeling as long as possible, but he passed the point of no return in a matter of seconds. "Oh, fuck!" he shouted as he began to pump his cum into her mouth. She felt jets of warm, salty liquid hit the back of her throat, filling her mouth. She was startled by the force of the cum jetting from his cock, but had closed her throat to keep from choking on it. The volume of cum was more than her mouth could contain and it oozed out the corners of her mouth and down his shaft, coating his cock and balls. Never once did she let his cock slip from her mouth until he was finished and his cock had quit twitching its after-cum pleasure.
Erica lifted her face and smiled at Jack, cum running down her chin from both corners of her mouth. "Did I do good?" she asked, clearly proud of herself for taking the huge load in her mouth.
"That was by far the best blow job I have ever had, sweetheart," said Jack, sincerely.
Erica beamed with pride and gratitude at his high praise as she laid beside him on her back.
Jack climbed on top of her, cock still hard. She was surprised he was still ready for action, but pleased all the same. He guided his cock by hand to her pussy and began to gently enter her love canal. She wrapped her legs around his and spread them wide at the hips. She was tight in spite of the toys she had used and it took him a little time to get fully inserted in her. Erica's eyes rolled back in her head as the feel of a real cock filling her empty space took control of her body once again.
Once his cock was fully buried in her pussy, they relaxed for a moment and stared into each other's eyes with love, respect, anticipation, and pleasure all written across their faces. Then Jack started thrusting in and out and watched Erica's face as she bit her lower lip and cooed the sounds of growing pleasure from lower in her body. She grabbed his ass with both hands as if to pull him deeper and deeper into her pleasure zone. He gradually picked up the pace until both reached the physical state of just a cock sliding in and out of a pussy with bodies attached to both. Jack picked up the indications in her responsiveness that he was taking her to high places and that if he were patient and could last long enough, he would make her cum this way as well. He focused on that although his cock was ready for another launch. He maintained his self control enough that after several minutes of varied movements and speed, she was squirming under him like a woman about to explode. And she did. Her arms clutched him tightly, her legs squeezed against his hips, and her feet curled up under him making it almost impossible for him to continue fucking her. Her nipples hardened again and intermittently poked him in the chest. Her fingers dug into his back as she let loose with another piercing shriek of orgasmic pleasure that shook the room. It seemed to Jack like it took hours for her to come down from her orgasm, but it was only a matter of a few minutes. Once she gave him some room to move, he resumed fucking her again with the hopes of cumming again himself.
Now her focus was on him. She fucked him back and the intensity in her eyes indicated that she would not stop until he had flooded her pussy like he had her mouth earlier. She begged and lectured and encouraged him to cum deep inside her. She wanted to feel a man lose his load deep in her pussy. "Fuck me hard, baby! Cum for me! Spill it all inside me. I want every drop. Don't stop until you are completely empty!"
Jack was there. Her words were the added aphrodisiac that took him over the top. He pumped shot after warm shot of cum deep inside her. She could feel his cock twitching and convulsing inside her as watched the look of pure pleasure she had put on his face. He rested himself on top of her when done and they lay there quietly for several minutes. Jack finally rolled off and lay next to her with his arm around her. He gently and slowly fondled her tit and she played with his soaked and softening cock without either of them saying a word.
Erica noticed that he was beginning to firm up again to her touch. She smiled at him. "I was hoping that would happen. I want more."
"I am all yours, sweetheart. Now and forever, I am all yours," Jack said quietly.
Tears of joy ran down her cheeks as she began making the moves to repeat everything they had done so far. She finally had found a decent man and he had finally found the true, the good, and the beautiful. They had found them in their best friend.
"Hi Erica, how are you doing this evening?" he asked, fearful of becoming a 2 hour cry session for her and missed chance to relax with his bottle of wine and an old movie.
"I'm fine, Jack, but bored and thought I would call and waste some of your time to alleviate my boredom," she said laughing. "What are you up to?"
"Not much. I got my yard work done earlier in the evening to free up as much of weekend as possible. So I just showered and I am lying here in bed with a bottle of wine, getting ready to watch a movie."
"You know," Erica started, "a normal guy would have a date tonight with something besides a wine bottle and a movie. When are you going to get off your ass and get back in the game?"
"Did you call me up just to give me shit about my lack of a love life, Erica? I get enough of that from my mother." Jack said, laughing, but actually he was slightly annoyed.
"Nah, like I said, just bored and thought I would chat with you a bit. But we can talk another time. I know it is late and you must be tired."
Erica, for all of her weaknesses, perceived or otherwise, was a sweet woman. she and Jack were both 33, went through grade school and high school together, and had been close friends the entire way. There was never anything remotely romantic between them. He had somehow gained the status of "big brother" with her and with everyone they knew. She had always been a little on the heavy side, never the popular girl and not the first one guys thought of when they wanted to date. And if anyone picked on her because of her weight, or the fact that she was the brains of her class, Jack stepped in and set them straight. Jack was the athletic jock type, but never had the arrogance that often went with it. So when he stepped in, everyone else stepped aside. Jack was also very intelligent and was a bit of a loner because the first emotion that came to mind when someone was asked about Jack was envy. Even though he was a humble, quiet young man, everyone was envious of his athletic and intellectual abilities. He marched to a different drummer in the sense that he liked anything classic and virtually nothing contemporary. No one ever figured him out enough to consider him a good friend.
"Well, why don't you come on over and have a glass of wine and watch the movie with me?" suggested Jack. "It's a king bed, so there is plenty of room for both of us." He laughed to himself at the thought of Erica taking him up on his offer, knowing she would never consider such a thing.
"Yeah, right. I am just going to drive over to your house at 11 pm and get in bed with you and drink and watch a movie." Erica said. She was intrigued by the idea and wanted to, but she didn't think Jack was serious.
"Well why not? It's not like we are married to other people and it would look bad," countered Jack.
Since he was divorced and she had never gotten closer to the altar than dating a handful of losers, there was real reason for her to say no. Nor was there any reason to think Jack was anything other than sincere in his invitation.
"You have a point. I should just pack up my overnight bag and come right over and get in bed with you. Is that what you are suggesting?"
"Exactly. But you don't need an overnight bag. Just bring something comfortable to lie in bed in and spend the night. I have everything else you would need. Come on over."
"And what if I sleep in my birthday suit and don't want to watch a movie?" she teased.
"Then I will change into my birthday suit and we will do whatever you feel like doing," Jack said with a laugh.
"Sounds like you are trying to seduce your best friend, Jack. Shame on you!" she teased again.
"Just trying to let you know I meant it when I invited you over. I will leave the door unlocked and I'll have a wine glass on the nightstand for you if you come over - no matter what you are wearing."
"Well, if you insist," said Erica, actually excited about the chance to spend some time with Jack.
The two of them usually talked 2-3 times a week and met for lunch or dinner a couple of times a month. Rarely did they visit each other's homes, but she had been to Jack's enough to know the layout.
Thirty minutes later, Jack heard the front door, then the patter of footsteps down the hall to his bedroom. He had the sheets up to his waist covering the fact that he was just wearing his briefs.
When Erica walked in she was wearing a robe over what looked like loose fitting pants you could see through. Jack first noticed the robe - a satiny maroon colored robe that reflected the dim light in the room. Then he noticed her straight auburn hair resting at her shoulders and cheery smile on her face. She was barefoot otherwise and looked like she had just stepped out of his shower and ready for bed.
"You told me to wear something comfortable for lounging in bed, so I just put this stuff on and wore it over here. This is as comfortable as it gets." she reminded him.
"You look wonderful!" said Jack. "See, there is your wine glass, so crawl in here and let's relax together. We can watch a movie or not. Doesn't matter to me."
"What movie did you have in mind?" she asked, only slightly interested. It really didn't matter to her. She just liked the idea of spending the evening with her best friend and "protector". She always felt accepted and appreciated around Jack. She never cared what they did together. She just liked it when they were together.
"I forget the name. I just found it scanning Hulu. It is a 40s romance from the sound of the summary. Black and white."
He poured her a glass of wine and she removed her robe and hung it over the door knob at the entrance to the master bath. That is when Jack noticed that her pajamas were sheer and she wore nothing under them. The dim light was enough to show the outline of her slightly plump ass when her back was to him and when she turned around, he could clearly see the outline of her full, heavy, yet firm tits poking the fabric in front. she had a little extra padding around the waist and her thighs were a little larger than average, but she always had the most beautiful legs Jack had ever seen on a woman.
She unpretentiously walked over to the bed, climbed in and settled in next to Jack, shoulder to shoulder as he handed her the glass of wine.
"Answer me something, Jack. What is it with you and old stuff? You like old movies, classical music, you drive a '57 Chevy that you rebuilt. I am surprised that you joined the 21st century and got a smart phone." Erica was not teasing him, she was genuinely curious and wanted to better understand the man who had always been there for her.
"It isn't that I like old stuff so much as I like classic stuff. I like a simple, well built car with a style different from anything else. I like music that is uplifting and encouraging. And I like movies that tell a good story and don't waste my time with a lot of CGI crap. I don't know - I just like things that are honest and true. I don't like pretense and I don't like things - or people - that have a lot of shit hidden behind what they say and do."
"So, then how do I fit into these things that you like so much?" Erica asked, confused.
"Seriously? Isn't it apparent, Erica?" Jack said, now being the one confused. "You have always been honest and real. When you smile, you are happy, when you are sad, you cry. You always say what you really think, but you do so gently, because you hate hurting others. You are kind and gentle natured. What I see in you is what I get."
Erica dipped her head so that Jack couldn't see the tears welling up in her eyes. She had always wanted to hear a decent man say words like that about her and to her, but everyone who ever showed interest in her did so only fleetingly, because what they wanted was sex and didn't want to be committed to someone who didn't meet their physical standards. She leaned into Jack and he put his arm around her shoulder and hugged her tight, both sipping their wine.
She set her wine glass on the nightstand and put her arm across Jack's chest, turning slightly to her side and tucking her shoulder under his arm and rested her head on his shoulder.
"Thank you for telling me that, Jack." she said quietly.
"What? Thank you for telling the truth?" he said, sensing that he had unintentionally met some deep need in her.
"Yes. I always thought I wanted to hear a man tell me that he loved me or that he wanted me. But I think what I really needed to hear a man say is that I was good and worthy. That what was inside was more important than the package it was bundled in."
"Erica," said Jack, knowing that what he was about to say next could ruin their years of friendship, "the bundle you packaged in is pretty damned good in its own right. You should know that by now. Don't let the pricks you have dated make you feel otherwise. They are the shit bags. When you decide to pick out a decent guy, he will tell you the same thing I just did and he will mean it because it is true."
She searched his face for signs of honesty and noticed that his eyes were welling with tears as well as he felt his own pain of loneliness. The difference between them is that he had had it once and lost it. She had never experienced it before for herself.
"Jack, show me." She saw the honesty. She saw his need. She wanted to see his passion.
"Show you what?"
"Show me that the bundle I am packaged in is pretty damned good."
"Is that what you really want, Erica? What if you regret it? I don't want to lose our friendship over a glass of wine and confused emotions."
"Is that why you have never tried before to get me where I am right now? I mean too much to you to risk losing me over sex?"
Jack nodded, somehow embarrassed by the acknowledgement. "It is also probably one of the reasons I am divorced. Kathy got tired of hearing the comparisons I would make between the two of you and she always came out on the short end."
"You have got to be shitting me! You married the prom queen! She was beautiful. She was kind every time I saw her in action. How could she lose to me?
"That pretty bundle in public was filled with some nasty shit on the inside. Let it rest, Erica. Just know that I have learned a few things and one of them is that you don't take chances of possibly losing the good people in your life."
"Jack, I want you! Take me. I will never regret it no matter what happens later. I want to know what it is like to be with a decent man."
They kissed passionately. Jack's free hand began to explore her full, heavy tit. Then he unbuttoned the sheer top of her outfit and slid his hand inside to feel skin against skin and the hardening nipple between his fingers at his touch. Their tongues wrestled between their lips and their breathing got heavier. She finished unbuttoning her top and nearly ripped the seams getting out of it. She just as quickly pulled off the bottoms and Jack's hands roamed all over her body, exploring every inch from her knees to her neck. Her hand found its way under the sheet and to his erection bulging in his briefs. She tore back the sheets covering his lower body and ran her hands from his cock to his shoulders as if to prove to herself that she was in bed with a real man who really wanted her. She rose to her knees and grabbed the waistband of his briefs and pulled hard, taking them below his knees and off in one quick motion. His large, hard cock thumped on his belly as it was freed from its confines.
Erica flopped on top of him, resuming the passionate kissing as his hands explored her ample ass. Her heavy tits were mashed against his chest. Jack rolled her over again, this time he was taking the top position.
"Erica, what do you enjoy? I want our first time to be all you want it to be."
"I don't know, Jack. This is the first one I have had that wasn't battery operated."
Jack couldn't hide the surprise on his face. "Well then, I guess we start from the beginning. I will listen to your responses and try to guess that it's good or not so good."
With that, he lowered himself down her body, kissing and licking as he went. She could not believe what it looked like he was about to do, but she instinctively spread her legs in case she was right. And she was. Jack hooked his arms under her upper thighs and she lifted her legs over his shoulders. He began to kiss and lick her pussy lips and eventually began to slide his tongue in and out of her, gradually increasing his attention on her clit, licking and tongue fucking her. Erica's mind went blank and was then filled only with the absolute pleasure of her clit getting all the attention it really ever wanted. In a matter of just a few minutes, Jack brought her to a thunderous orgasm with his tongue and caused her body to stiffen and tremble. Her legs closed together around his head, making it impossible to hear her shrieks of pleasure and physical release. He reached up and grabbed her nipples and pulled hard on them, intensifying what was already overwhelming to her and she cried out even louder, filling his house with a noise that, taken out of context, would have scared anyone in another room.
Just as quickly, Erica's body went limp. The only movement was the heaving of her chest as she breathed heavily from the exertion. Jack was pleased with himself for the results when it had been quite some time since he had pleasured a woman that way. He moved up in the bed to resume a position of side by side with Erica, who was beginning to regain physical control and composure.
"Fuck, Jack! I wish you had done that to me years ago! I never dreamed it could be that good!"
"Glad you enjoyed it, honey," he said with a shiny wet grin on his face.
"Now," she said, " I want to see if I can do the same for you! Before this night is through, I want us to try it all!"
"Be careful what you want, Erica. I am not sure either one of us want to try EVERYTHING!"
She ignored him and wrapped her hand around his thick shaft and gently stroked it at first. She had handled other men's cocks before and even sucked on a couple of them, but she had never let one fuck her before. None were as large or as beautiful as Jack's was to her and she eagerly went down on him and swiftly began sucking on the head of his cock. He gasped at the sensation. It had been ages since his last fuck and even longer since his last blow job. He knew he would not last long as eagerly as she was going about it. But the night was young and he had no intentions of holding back.
Erica pulled away long enough to give him instruction. "I want you to cum in my mouth. I have never let a man do that before, even though a couple of have tried. But I want to know what it is like for a man to shoot in my mouth."
Jack smiled as Erica resumed sucking on his pipe. She expertly stroked it as she sucked and occasionally rubbed and rolled his heavy balls in her hand. Jack let his hands roam about her body as she sucked his rod and marveled at the smoothness and blemish free skin of her body. She made some efforts to deep throat him and he could feel his cock head at the back of her throat. She pulled back before choking and picked up the pace. Soon, Jack felt his balls and something deeper inside him begin to twitch and churn and flinch, giving him the signal that he was about to explode.
"I'm about to cum, baby. Just telling you in case you change your mind. He winced as he tried to hold onto that pre-climax feeling as long as possible, but he passed the point of no return in a matter of seconds. "Oh, fuck!" he shouted as he began to pump his cum into her mouth. She felt jets of warm, salty liquid hit the back of her throat, filling her mouth. She was startled by the force of the cum jetting from his cock, but had closed her throat to keep from choking on it. The volume of cum was more than her mouth could contain and it oozed out the corners of her mouth and down his shaft, coating his cock and balls. Never once did she let his cock slip from her mouth until he was finished and his cock had quit twitching its after-cum pleasure.
Erica lifted her face and smiled at Jack, cum running down her chin from both corners of her mouth. "Did I do good?" she asked, clearly proud of herself for taking the huge load in her mouth.
"That was by far the best blow job I have ever had, sweetheart," said Jack, sincerely.
Erica beamed with pride and gratitude at his high praise as she laid beside him on her back.
Jack climbed on top of her, cock still hard. She was surprised he was still ready for action, but pleased all the same. He guided his cock by hand to her pussy and began to gently enter her love canal. She wrapped her legs around his and spread them wide at the hips. She was tight in spite of the toys she had used and it took him a little time to get fully inserted in her. Erica's eyes rolled back in her head as the feel of a real cock filling her empty space took control of her body once again.
Once his cock was fully buried in her pussy, they relaxed for a moment and stared into each other's eyes with love, respect, anticipation, and pleasure all written across their faces. Then Jack started thrusting in and out and watched Erica's face as she bit her lower lip and cooed the sounds of growing pleasure from lower in her body. She grabbed his ass with both hands as if to pull him deeper and deeper into her pleasure zone. He gradually picked up the pace until both reached the physical state of just a cock sliding in and out of a pussy with bodies attached to both. Jack picked up the indications in her responsiveness that he was taking her to high places and that if he were patient and could last long enough, he would make her cum this way as well. He focused on that although his cock was ready for another launch. He maintained his self control enough that after several minutes of varied movements and speed, she was squirming under him like a woman about to explode. And she did. Her arms clutched him tightly, her legs squeezed against his hips, and her feet curled up under him making it almost impossible for him to continue fucking her. Her nipples hardened again and intermittently poked him in the chest. Her fingers dug into his back as she let loose with another piercing shriek of orgasmic pleasure that shook the room. It seemed to Jack like it took hours for her to come down from her orgasm, but it was only a matter of a few minutes. Once she gave him some room to move, he resumed fucking her again with the hopes of cumming again himself.
Now her focus was on him. She fucked him back and the intensity in her eyes indicated that she would not stop until he had flooded her pussy like he had her mouth earlier. She begged and lectured and encouraged him to cum deep inside her. She wanted to feel a man lose his load deep in her pussy. "Fuck me hard, baby! Cum for me! Spill it all inside me. I want every drop. Don't stop until you are completely empty!"
Jack was there. Her words were the added aphrodisiac that took him over the top. He pumped shot after warm shot of cum deep inside her. She could feel his cock twitching and convulsing inside her as watched the look of pure pleasure she had put on his face. He rested himself on top of her when done and they lay there quietly for several minutes. Jack finally rolled off and lay next to her with his arm around her. He gently and slowly fondled her tit and she played with his soaked and softening cock without either of them saying a word.
Erica noticed that he was beginning to firm up again to her touch. She smiled at him. "I was hoping that would happen. I want more."
"I am all yours, sweetheart. Now and forever, I am all yours," Jack said quietly.
Tears of joy ran down her cheeks as she began making the moves to repeat everything they had done so far. She finally had found a decent man and he had finally found the true, the good, and the beautiful. They had found them in their best friend.
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