A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 05

Suddenly, she stood up, turned around, gave me an intense, lingering look, and then dropped to her knees. After she turned but before she had knelt down, I had seen that her pussy was covered by nothing but a small patch of the same fine, nearly transparent black lace from which her bra was made. What I had not seen was any hair down there - all I could see through the lace was smooth skin.

Jessika moved my knees apart, dropped to all fours, and then crawled forward between my now spread legs. Putting her hands and arms on my thighs, she planted a kiss on the bulge of my erection, which was visible underneath my jeans. Then, running her hands up and down my thighs, Jessika looked up at me and smiled.

Next, using my thighs as leverage, the sexy brunette pushed herself up so that she was kneeling, back straight, between my legs, her head even with the top of my abdomen. She leaned forward and kissed my abdomen through my shirt. Looking up at me, she ran her hands up and down my chest, and then began unbuttoning my shirt.

"It is my turn to open my present now," she informed me, and then she was kissing my chest exposed by the now open shirt.

While I pulled off my shirt, Jessika undid my belt and then attacked the button and zipper of my jeans. Lifting my butt off the couch, I helped her slide them down once she had everything undone. She took the jeans off of me, removing my socks at the same time, so I was left sitting on her couch in just my briefs, which were stretched tight around my rigid penis.

"Have I ever told you how much I like your cock, Mark?" Jessika asked as she again batted her eyelashes.

"I think you mentioned it before," I told her, "but to remind me, why not give it a kiss?"

Jessika's grin stretched from ear to ear, and then she bent forward and planted a long, sloppy kiss on the thin fabric that covered my erection. I groaned, both in pleasure and frustration. When she pulled back from the kiss, I reached down, hooked my thumbs on the waistband of the briefs, and pulled them down, letting my hard manhood spring up straight.

"Kiss it now," I told the sexy woman kneeling in front of me, and I surprised myself at the hint of command in my tone.

Jessika closed her eyes for a second, moaned, and then opened her eyes again and reached out and wrapped her fingers around me. Pressing her lips against the sensitive head of my penis, she started to kiss and suck on it slowly. As she did so, she maintained eye contact, and I was mesmerized by the sheer lust in her smokey gray eyes.

"Take more of it," I said, and again my tone was not that of a request.

As Jessika slid her lips down an inch or so, I took a firm grip of her hair in my right hand and pushed her head down enough so that she had to take another inch into her mouth. I then held her head there, groaning as she alternately applied suction, which nicely hollowed out her cheeks, or licked my sensitive shaft with her active tongue.

For a moment, I pondered making her pleasure me with her willing mouth, eager tongue, and luscious lips, but I knew that oral sex was not really what I wanted at that moment - what I wanted was to slide my hard shaft into her warm, wet pussy.

"Turn around," I instructed her, after I had used her hair to pull her mouth off of me.

Jessika looked at me, nibbled briefly on her lower lip, and then turned around, still on all fours. As she did so, I was fascinated by the way her hanging breasts jiggled while she turned. When she was facing fully away from me, I stood up, divested myself of my briefs, and then kneeled behind her, resting one hand on her smooth, round butt.

"Spread your legs a bit," I told her, and she immediately complied. Them, rubbing her bottom with my right hand, I used my left to slide her thong down until it was stretched tightly between her slightly spread thighs, just above her knees.

"You have a fantastic ass, Jessika," I told her, before delivering a sharp swat to each cheek, causing the lovely brunette to grunt and moan.

"And a fantastic pussy," I continued, as I reached between her legs, finding her smoothly shaven vulva; I also found that her juices were starting to run down her inner thighs.

"God you are wet, Jessika," I commented, as I slid my fingers into the dripping entrance between her labia.

"It's because I am your little slut, Mark," Jessika breathed as she pushed herself back so that my fingers slid into her clinging wetness.

"Yes," I agreed, "you are my curvy little slut." Part of me felt guilty calling her that, but the guilt lasted just for a moment. Jessika's loud moaning and insistent thrusting of her behind toward me helped assure me that she did not mind, and what she said next helped solidify it for me.

"Fuck yes!" she blurted out. "Call me names, like slut, and whore, and bitch."

Reaching forward, I grabbed a fistful of the lustful brunette's soft hair, leaned forward, and whispered in her ear, "I am going to ram my cock in your pussy and fuck it hard, bitch."

Jessika shivered beneath me and whimpered. Letting go of her hair, I placed both hands on her full hips and kneeled upright. I maneuvered my penis so that it was pushing between her labia, and gripping the brunette tightly, I buried myself inside of her with one thrust.

Jessika shuddered then tensed up as faint squeaks escaped her lips. Like our first time together, when my fingers had brought her to orgasm much quicker than I expected, I was surprised.

"What kind of slut cums from just having a hard cock shoved inside of her?" I teased, and I realized I was becoming less and less self-conscious about using profanity while talking dirty, at least to Jessika.

"Your little slut, Mark," she panted. Then after taking a couple of deep breaths, she begged, "Don't stop. Please fuck my wet little pussy hard. Please."

Letting go of her right hip, I slapped her bottom once, and then reach around and grabbed her right breast and squeezed it a little roughly, as I had done the last time we were together. Jessica grunted at the slap, and then whimpered softly as I latched onto her breast.

When I had a firm grip on both her left hip and her right breast, I began slamming my hard shaft in and out of her slick pussy. As I knew she would, Jessika began pushing back to match each thrust, and soon we were in the same rhythm that had given her such an intense orgasm a few days before.

"Your cock feel so good in my wet pussy, Mark," she moaned.

"Your warm, wet pussy feels good around me, whore," I told her, and she moaned even louder.

Several seconds later, Jessika pleaded, "Pull my hair; make me feel it."

Taking my left hand from her hip, I reached forward and gathered up the ends of her long, chocolate brown hair. Keeping a firm grasp on her breast with the other hand, I pulled back until her neck was nicely arched. A mixture between a whimper and a moan left her slightly parted lips, and I saw that she winced in pain. Afraid I had gone too far, I released the tension on her hair, and her head fell forward.

"Don't... don't stop... don't stop..." she stammered. "Pull..."

I did as she asked, although I did not pull as hard as I had done the first time. A few moments later, Jessika began to pant.

"Yes, yes - oh fuck yes!" she grunted, before shrieking, "FUCK!"

Letting go of her hair and her breast, I grabbed her hips and pulled Jessika back against me and held her there, firmly, as she shuddered and squeaked through a second orgasm. I could feel her pussy tightening around my shaft, and I knew that the feeling would have sent me over the edge had I not still been recovering from a week full of sex with two of the hottest women I had ever known.

As Jessika's breathing returned to normal, she murmured, "That was incredible Mark."

"You are incredible, Jessika," I told her, as I began to slowly thrust in and out of her again.

"You didn't cum yet?" she asked, looking back at me, her dark hair plastered to her forehead, her cheeks flush.

"Not yet," I admitted.

"Good - because I want you to fuck my ass," Jessika unexpectedly informed me.

"W-w-what?" I stammered, although I had heard her clearly. I just could not believe what I had heard.

"I want you to fuck my ass," Jessika repeated, still looking back at me over her shoulder.

As had happened a bit more frequently than I might have liked over the course of the past week and a half of sexual adventures with both Jessika and Jessi, all I could make come out of my mouth was "Ummm..." What I was trying to work out how to ask was whether Jessika had any lubricant. But my mind, which knew exactly what was needed, could not make my mouth work.

Finally, I managed to spit out my question: "Uh, do you have, ummm, any, uh, lubricant?"

It felt like it had taken me several minutes to formulate the question, but as I was still buried in Jessika's pussy and she was still looking at me over her shoulder with no sign of impatience, I knew it must have just been a matter of seconds.

"Yes," Jessika panted. "In the end table drawer."

"You had it ready?" I asked even as I realized the answer was obvious. She clearly had it ready; why else would she have lubricant in her living room?

"Yes," she breathed. "Thought we might, you know, get here."

Pulling out of Jessika's wetness was difficult - not physically, but because it felt so good. As my penis sprang free of her pussy, Jessika whimpered and moaned. I wondered if she felt the same as I did and whether I should just push back in. But she had asked me to do something, and I wanted to do it for her, so I was going to do it. Still, I was a little nervous as I leaned back, reached over, and fumbled for the end table drawer. I had not had anal sex in over twenty years, and I was concerned I would not do it right.

I finally managed to open the drawer and pull out the tube of lubricant. While I was doing that, Jessika had turned around to face forward, and her head was hanging down as she thrust back, bumping her well-curved butt against me. I thought about asking her how she preferred to use the lubricant, but I was worried that might ruin the mood. So, I thought back as best I could to a girlfriend in college who had liked anal sex, and I began to spread the lubricant all over my penis, making sure I had plenty on the head so it would go in easier.

I was just about to put the lubricant down when I recalled that, with the girlfriend in college, I had also put lubricant around and in her anus. I was quite sure that I remembered that she had especially liked it when I used my thumb to push the lubricant inside of her first, both because it both helped ensure there was plenty of lubricant and because it opened her up.

I used one hand to pull Jessika's cheeks apart, exposing her small anus, and I squirted a big glob of the lubricant directly on it. The brunette shivered as I did so, likely because the lubricant felt cold on her skin, and I wondered if I should have warmed it up first. But it was too late for that, I realized, as I tossed the tube of lubricant onto the couch behind us and then used my thumb to smear the slick goo all around her puckered rear entrance. Without telling her what I was doing, I pushed my thumb against the opening, gently sliding it in. Jessika gasped and then moaned as it entered her.

"Fuck yes," she moaned. "God, that feels good!"

I did not say anything - I just moved my thumb in and out of her anus. Then, as she became accustomed to that, I began swirling my thumb around inside her, trying to help her loosen up. With each movement, Jessika moaned louder and pushed her rear end back toward me.

"I think you are ready," I informed her as I drew my thumb out of her now slick and receptive anus.

"Yes," the sexy brunette breathed, "but take it slow. It has been a while."

In answer, I gripped her hip with my left hand. Then, using my right hand to guide it, I pushed the head of my penis against her back entrance.

Jessika tensed up as I started to push, and I assured her I would go slowly. Soon, the head of my penis slipped into her, which prompted another gasp, this one followed by a whimper and a shudder that ran through Jessika's curvy body.

"Shit!" she snarled as she shuddered again. "Fuck! I forgot how much that hurts."

"Do you want me to...?" I started to ask, but Jessika shook her head immediately and interrupted me.

"No," she grunted. "The hurt is good, or it will be good, just have to... have to... get used..."

The now panting brunette trailed off, shaking her head again, but it was not clear if she was trying to tell me something or tell herself something. At this point, I really was thinking we should just forget the whole thing when Jessika spoke again.

"Keep going," she panted. "I want... to tell you... just to push... push hard... ram it in... make it hurt... all at once... but I can't... I can't... slow... slow... please..."

And it dawned on me then what I should have realized from almost the beginning - Jessika was as nervous about this as I was. But still, she wanted to continue. With both hands firmly gripping her hips, I began to push deeper inside of her at a slow but steady pace, and soon another inch or more was buried inside of her. I had intended to push a little further into her anus and then stop to let us both accustom ourselves to the sensation, but Jessika whimpered and tensed, and it felt like she was trying to push me out.

"Uuuuuhhhhhh," the brunette grunted, then her head dropped so that it was hanging down almost between her arms; as she relaxed, the pressure on my penis lessened as well. Unexpectedly, at least to me, another couple of inches of my shaft were pulled inside of her anus as she relaxed, and I realized that I was now over halfway there.

For a brief moment, my mind snapped back to the first time I had pushed inside of Jessi's tight pussy. At the time, I had compared it to the memory of anal sex with that college girlfriend so long ago, but I now realized that as tight as Jessi's vagina was, it was an inapt comparison. Either that, or that college girlfriend's anus had not been as tight as Jessika's.

"Quit thinking about Jessi!" I told myself, and I drove all comparisons from my mind as I started to slowly push again.

"Fuck it hurts!" Jessika whined, her breathing now ragged.

"Maybe we should stop," I said, and Jessika raised her head, shaking it as she looked back at me over her shoulder.

"Don't you dare pull out, Mark!" she snarled, and then her body tensed, and I again felt her sphincter trying to push me out.

"She is doing that on purpose," it dawned on me as she relaxed and, like the time before, my penis was pulled a little deeper inside. At this point, only another inch and a half or so was all that was left before I would be completely inside her gripping anus.

"Just shove it in now," she told me, and I felt the curvy brunette brace herself. "Ram it in hard!"

Tightening my grip on Jessica's hips, I pulled back just enough to put myself in position to drive into her. I was still uncertain whether it was the right thing to do even as I thrust forward. The sexy woman beneath me shrieked, and then I was all the way inside of her.

"Oh fuuuuuuck," Jessika groaned hoarsely as she collapsed down onto her elbows, her head now resting on the ground.

"Are you okay?" I asked, concerned.

"Yes," she managed, but I was not so sure - I had never heard her sound like that before.

"Jessika..." I started.

"Just give me a minute," she implored, before taking several deep breaths.

As Jessika's breathing began to regularize, she straightened her arms so that she was again up on her hands and knees. From that position, she pushed back against me.

"Okay, ready," she breathed. "And don't be too gentle. I need to feel it to get used to it."

"Tell me if you need me to stop," I told her as I pulled about a third of my penis out of her tight rear entry.

"Just do it, Mark. Please," she begged, and I thrust into her.

The lovely brunette's shriek was not as loud this time, and although her elbows wobbled, she did not fall forward. Encouraged, I pulled out a little further before the next thrust. Jessika yelped and grunted as I pushed inside of her again, but her arms did not even tremble. The next thrust followed after I withdrew over halfway, and it elicited another grunt, this one followed by a whimper.

Jessika was clearly growing accustomed to me in her anus, so I started picking up speed. Each time I pulled at least half of my length out of her anus before ramming back in. Jessika grunted with each thrust, but her whimpers were now mainly replaced with moans, and she began breathing more rapidly again.

"God it hurts so fucking good!" she howled after a hard thrust, and then she was pushing back to meet my thrusts, just as she done earlier when I was in her pussy.

I had been doing okay up until then. Yes, her anus was incredibly tight, but I had established a good rhythm that I thought I could sustain for a while. However, Jessika's increased activity changed that, and now I felt my own inevitable climax approaching. The problem was, I could not tell if Jessika was close, since I had no experience with her and anal sex. I could tell she was aroused, but I was not sure how aroused.

Suddenly, inspiration struck me - just earlier that evening, Jessika had told me to call her names, and she had also reacted well when I pulled her hair and spanked her bottom. Thinking that following the same pattern here would increase her arousal further, I let go of her hips. Then with one hand I reached out and grabbed a handful of her soft hair. With the other hand, I delivered several smacks in quick succession to her shaking butt cheeks.

"Do you like me fucking your ass, slut?" I demanded as I pulled her hair.

"Oh God yes!" she grunted, and she began pushing back against me harder. In return, I gave her butt a few more smacks, a bit sharper this time, which caused her to yelp.

"You like being spanked while I take you in the ass, bitch?" I snarled, and I began to think that I was really starting to get the hang of the talking dirty bit.

"FUCK YES," Jessica yelled, and I could tell by her breathing that she was not far off.

I leaned forward over her, reaching around her hips and finding her sopping wet, shaven pussy. I slipped my fingers between her labia and searched for her clitoris. When I found it, I began to rub it with my middle finger. Since I was closer to the sexy brunette now, I also adjusted my grip on her hair so that I now had a fistful right up against the back of her skull.

"Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she groaned, and then her body tensed.

I continued rubbing her sensitive clit as I pulled her head back by her hair, again arching her neck.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck," she groaned, and my moans joined her since I was just about to explode.

"Are you going to cum for me, whore?" I whispered to her, and almost in time with my words, Jessika's body convulsed.

Her elbows gave out beneath her for a second time, and I released her hair as I felt the pull of the weight of her torso on it. My sexy brunette lover, caught in the midst of her climax, collapsed, her head turned to the side and resting on the floor. A sustained high pitched whine issued from between her parted lips, and as I realized it was really just a single, prolonged squeak, my own orgasm hit. I grunted, and then spurt after spurt of my semen filled the lovely Jessika's curvy, delicious ass.

Neither of us moved or said a word for some time. As my penis softened, I could feel her strong muscles working to expel me from her anus. Rather than pull out, I let her body push me out, and before too long, my now completely flaccid member fell from between her round cheeks. When the head was pushed free, Jessika shivered and sighed.