"Oh, shit," I moaned. "You better stop or I'll shoot my wad all over."
"That's just what I want," she crowed. Still retaining the stoned smile around her eyes and mouth, she dropped her hot lips over the end of my dick while she continued to jerk off the remainder.
What with her virtuoso palm, five digits thumping my shaft, her expert mouth sucking my cock and her practiced tongue swirling around its head, it wasn't five seconds before I felt the first spasm grip my guts. I could tell it was gonna be one of those orgasms that start up around your eustachian tubes.
My breath caught in my throat, my heart pounded, my belly button gave a twinge, and then it was as if powerful hands gave a gentle wrench to my groin and prostate. There was a volcanic surge in my crotch and nuts.
When she felt it, Nancy pulled her mouth away. The last thing I remember, before the lights and spots floated in front of my eyes, was Nancy intently studying my face. "Come, come, come," she intoned, her eyes bright.
An endless rope unwound itself from my throat on down. I know only that my cock gave spurt after spurt of hot steam, my ass bucked and twisted. When I recovered, I had mild cramps in both legs, and my hands were wound tightly in the sheet.
"Boy," she exclaimed, "did you ever come." Viewing the scene with lavalike cooling come all over my stomach and her hand, I sluggishly said, "I wanted to put all that in your cunt."
"Yes, but just think how long and hard you'll be able to fuck me now. You'll have to screw for a solid twenty minutes, I bet, before you come again." She rolled me on my back, and, trailing her long black hair along my thigh, she licked my groin and balls while running light fingers along my limp dick – which only stayed limp for about two seconds.
In no time at all it was a flaming, rampant pole again. And, now with the veins and muscles fully energized, a truly impressive cock.
"Wow," Nancy whispered. "Jim has a jimdandy of a whang." Using the thumb and forefinger of both hands, she wrapped them around the very base of my cock, causing the veins and head to swell until my gorged dick looked like one of those exaggerations you see in Japanese erotic prints. "Whopping whang," she murmured, tickling the underside of the glans with her tongue tip.
She spread her legs wide and rubbed her cunt lewdly. "Do you have any jelly?" she asked.
"Uhh… you mean vaginal jelly?"
"No, silly," she tittered. "I mean like for sandwiches and thing."
"Sure," I said. "In the kitchen. Why?"
Laughing delightedly, she skipped into the kitchen and came back with a jar of grape jelly. She flounced on the bed, legs spread wide, opened the jelly jar, dipped out a couple teaspoons of grape jelly with her finger, and smeared it generously along the upper edges of her pink-lipped cunt.
"Now, you can lick it out," she ordered with a wicked smile. She poked another teaspoonful into the vestibule of her vagina. When she wiggled her ass along my belly toward my face, her pussy somehow didn't look as appetizing as it had before. The full, firm thighs and flat belly, though, were a feast for my eyes.
"What's the matter?" she asked lifting her crotch from my chest and pushing it at my face. "Don't you like jelly sandwiches?" Whereupon, supported on her hands, her hips humped forward as much as possible, she plopped her tight, young, tender, grape-flavored quim smack onto my mouth and chin. Across her soft features flitted an expression of feral lust that really took me by surprise.
"Lick it," she gritted. "Suck it. Eat it!" And she started a humping and bumping I thought would dislocate my jaw. Her eyes glazed and her mouth twisted in lip-curled sensuality. "Bite it," she commanded. "But not too hard. And ah – pinch my tits!" She placed both my hands on her peach-firm breasts, now nubbed with erect brown nipples, and squeezed with a pressure that would've made me yell. She, however, just moaned voluptuously. Her twat, like some juicy, funneled bivalve, began squeezing tricks on my busy tongue.
I became aware that she was doing amazing things with the muscles in her cunt and asshole. Even her perineum seemed to be alive. I was squeezing her tits almost as hard as I could, and she was going, "Ooh! Aah! Yessss." It struck me that a chick with such sexual expertise and peculiarities, no matter how tender and innocent looking, must've had an eventful freshman year, the lessons of which she had been perfecting in her sophomore year.
"Now pinch my ass… pinch it hard. And I'll squeeze my tits." Her cunt was getting juicier and juicier. The grape jelly was long since gone – and very tasty it had been, too. That was my first experience with a grape jelly and labia sandwich.
I grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands and squeezed really hard – I mean, with all my strength. She responded by swiveling her hips, grinding her crotch onto my face with jaw-breaking ardor.
"Hot shit," she hissed. "Yeah. Squeeze. Bite. Bite my ass!"
I'm glad she added that it was her ass I should bite, because I was nibbling as hard as I thought I should on her vulva and clit.
I lifted her up a couple of inches, and eased my face back into the crack of her ass. Nuzzling her cheeks apart, I took what I thought was a pretty firm grip on her chubbies with my teeth. Bit down on two inches of subcutaneous heft and gluteus maximum, along with, of course, jelly-smeared and goose fleshed skin. Whipped a little tongue over it as a kind of salve.
"More. Harder. Bite all over!" And I felt a grip on my arms – luckily without long fingernails – that threatened to bruise deep muscles…
More in self-defense than anything else, I pushed her off me. I flipped her into a position on her hands and knees where I could put my hand over her mouth if necessary to prevent an outburst such as she had yelled before, such as might be interpreted on the street below as a cry for help.
"With one hand lowering the window a foot and my gaping mouth suctioning on her ass, I reached a hand around and gripped her left tit. I took a half nelson on it. I moved my mouth, from her ass to check that the window was low enough."
"Suck," she yelled, and put her Goddam fist through the windowpane.
"What the hell?" I gasped, as I jumped at the sound of shattering glass.
"Oh, just cut myself a little bit. Had to hit that window, though."
She gave me a sly hint of a smile, then lifted her wrist to her mouth. She licked at the trickle of blood and started to suck on it. Then, turning over and spreading her legs again, she looked up at my bemused face.
"Kiss me," she said. "Soft. Nice."
I kissed her softly, nicely, and tasted an iron taste. Then she licked her lips and said, "Kiss my tit soft." She put the tenderest hands on my face I'd ever felt.
So I kissed her gently – extremely gently – and, on a hunch, pinched her ass in a viselike grip.
"Oooooh… honey, drive that big, beautiful spear into me. I wanta feel it!"
Feel it, you will, I thought. Feel it right up to your throat. And, viewing the softly throbbing vein in her throat and wondering what devil was tapping the wires between my head and cock, I damn near tore one buttock from the other as I spread her crotch for spearing.
Not enough for her.
"Ram it! Sock it!" The shriek must have shattered plaster.
Never in my entire life have I felt a tongue like that in my ear. Jelly-grape jelly.
So, with no preliminary oiling, I rammed it in, rammed it in to the root of a cock I knew was straining. The fucking thing throbbed from base to top.
"Grape jelly you want!" I howled. "I'll give you grape jelly." And socked in nine inches of the most concrete erection I'd had in a long time. I grabbed her tits with strong hands. Gripped 'em with a firm, but solid hold.
What I mean is, somehow my hands, and I guess my cock, had managed to get out of my control.