I Love It: 10 Intense Stories to Keep the Passion Alive (Shameless Book Bundles 6)

by Saffron Daughter

  "I love giving head to Don," Sarah said. "In fact, I'm getting so horny thinking about it, when we get home tonight I'm going to suck him dry."

  "Whatever floats your boat," Janice said dryly, shaking her head.

  Jack removed his hand from Janice's thigh. She still hadn't removed hers from his, however, and in spite of his best efforts, his cock was hardening again.

  "I'd bet money you don't swallow," Janice said.

  "You'd lose that bet," Sarah said immediately. She gulped her drink and stared at Jack. "You still haven't answered my question. Do you like eating pussy?"

  Jack held her stare. "I've been told I'm a natural."

  "You see?" Sarah said to Janice. "I knew it."

  Janice shrugged. "Oral sex never does much for me."

  "Then, honey," Sarah said, "you ain't had it done right. I love it when Don eats me out. My orgasms are intense."

  Janice slipped her hand into Jack's lap and lightly cupped him. It was all he could do to keep the look of surprise off his face.

  "Personally, I like a nice thick cock with a great big knob," Janice said evenly. She didn't look at Jack when she said it, but he sure looked at her.

  "Girth is definitely more important than length," Sarah agreed. "I like to be stretched."

  "What was that?" Don said, sitting down with the food.

  Jack dug in hungrily. He thought that if he kept his mouth full, he wouldn't have to participate any further in this conversation.

  "Sarah was telling us she likes to be stretched by a nice fat cock," Janice said, and laughed at Don's reaction. "Do you stretch her, Don?"

  Don was unembarrassed. "She says I do."

  Janice grinned meanly at Sarah. "She also says she's going to suck you dry tonight."

  Unbelievable, Jack thought

  "Fuckin-A," Don said, staring at Sarah. "I'm all for that."

  "She also loves it when you eat her pussy," Janice said. "She says her orgasms are intense."

  "They are," Don said proudly, and then leaned over and kissed his wife on the lips.

  "And Janice said having her pussy licked didn't do anything for her," Sarah shot back evenly.

  Janice shrugged again. "It doesn't."

  Don looked at her sideways. "Sugar, you ain't had it done right." He glanced at Jack, and grinned. "What's your thoughts on it?"

  Jack shook his head and pointed at his mouth.

  "We can wait until you swallow," Sarah said, and laughed.

  Janice's hand was still in his lap. Jack's cock was now an iron rail demanding satisfaction, and he felt more juice trickle from his knob. His wet spot had grown exponentially. His balls throbbed with pent-up force. He felt sweat beading on his forehead and wondered if Sarah and Don had any idea what was happening. He swallowed hard and looked at Janice. She smiled at him and then firmly squeezed the screaming bulge in his shorts.

  "I think it's a damn shame you ain't it had done right," he croaked.

  Janice looked at Don. "There's another slow one. Let's go dance."

  Don looked at Sarah, and she nodded. Sarah looked at Jack and grinned knowingly.

  "Do you wanna dance?"

  "I'm good," Jack said, not moving an inch.

  He and Sarah watched Janice and Don. She was holding him as tightly as she had Jack and slowly stroking his back, and again he felt some confusion. Was she teasing him or what?

  "Are you happy you came?" Sarah said.

  "I guess," Jack said. "I don't mind being second-best for a friend."

  Sarah stared at him. "Jack, she never did have a date. Being stood up was just her excuse for calling you. You were her first choice all the way. She wanted to get you out, loosen you up a little."

  Jack thought about what Janice had said in the truck, what she'd done on the dance floor and here at the table, and got pissed.

  "What am I? Some kind of mercy fuck for her?"

  "I wouldn't know anything about that, Jack. All I know is she likes you a lot and she wanted to go out with you. What's wrong with that?"

  Jack took a deep breath. "Nothing. I like her, too -- too much, maybe. I just don't want to get involved with someone at work, and she knows that."

  "You've got an awfully high opinion of yourself. What makes you think she wants to get involved? Maybe she's just looking for a nice time with a nice guy. It's been awhile for her, too, you know."

  "She can get any guy she wants."

  "That's right. But this time she wanted you, you big schmuck."

  The song ended. Don and Janice returned to the table. Jack stood up and stared pointedly at Janice. Janice returned his stare quizzically for a moment, and then turned on Sarah.

  "Goddammit, you told him!"

  "Told me what, sweetheart?" Jack said tonelessly.

  "Jack, I'm sorry I lied to you," Janice said, still staring angrily at Sarah. "But I didn't know what else to do."

  "You don't have to apologize. I just wish you'd been honest."

  She faced him. "You wouldn't have accepted."

  "Probably not. You know how I feel."

  "Jack," Sarah said. "Stop being such a douche bag."

  "Shut up, Sarah," Don said, quickly standing up. "It sounds like you've done enough. Jack, it was nice seeing you again. And for what it's worth, I know how you feel."

  "That's good," Jack said, shaking his hand. "Because I sure don't."

  Don took Sarah by the arm and led her away. Jack and Janice stared at each other.

  "So," Janice said softly. "What now?"

  "You tell me -- because I have absolutely no idea what's going on."

  Janice shook her head in exasperation. "Well, maybe you don't, but your dick sure does."

  Jack felt himself blush. "I'm sorry about that."

  "I'm not. I've been throwing myself at you all night."

  "I'm still trying to figure out why."

  "Why do you think? I've wanted to sleep with you for a long time. And I know you've wanted me. Why in the hell do you think I showed you those pictures?"

  "You took them for your boyfriend."

  "I took them for you, dumbass. I was hoping you'd do something about it, but you never did."

  Jack stared at her. He felt his heart beating hard in his chest, and his muscles quivered. He felt like a man watching an onrushing train, caught in its headlight and frozen to the tracks.

  "Jack," Janice said, and then sighed. "Your lack of self-confidence can be endearing at times, but right now it's definitely a pain in my ass. You wanna fuck me or not?"

  Screw it, Jack thought, and finally crossed the line, throwing his rules and his heart into the path of that train, along with any common sense he still possessed.

  "Let's go," he croaked, and took her by the arm.

  "That's what I'm talking about," she breathed in his ear.

  They didn't just hurry back to the truck, they practically ran, both experiencing a level of anticipation that bordered upon lunacy. When they reached it, he pushed her against the driver's side door and kissed her. Years of longing and pent-up desire were delivered to her in his kiss, and Janice gasped with its intensity as her arms encircled him. Her lips were full and warm and tasted of bourbon. She opened her mouth and sucked in his tongue, grinding her pelvis against him. She grasped the back of his head and pulled him deeper into the kiss, moaning gutturally. A rush of adrenaline and joy surged through Jack's body, and he groaned. He reached up between them and desperately kneaded her breasts through her tank top and bra, tweaking her hard nipples and hearing her moan. A group of festivalgoers passed behind them, and started cheering. Jack and Janice were oblivious.

  They broke off the kiss, gasping for breath. Janice stared at him expectantly, hazel eyes wide and excited, and Jack watched sweat trickle down into the valley of her cleavage. He grabbed her arms and suddenly leaned forward, pressing his face between her breasts and licking the salty, perfumed wetness from her flesh with an animalistic grunt.

  "God-damn," Janice hissed.

  Jan
ice held his face against her as he sucked the side of one breast through her bra. She reached between them and cupped his erection through his shorts, fingers searching for his knob. Jack fumbled with the door latch and pushed her inside. She slid across the seat as he climbed in beside her.

  "I don't know what you expect," he said, gasping, "but I ain't hung --"

  "Don't go all performance anxiety on me, Jack," she interrupted huskily. "You hear me complaining?"

  She deftly opened his shorts and uttered a throaty exclamation as his erection sprang free in the dim light, and Jack watched her long, slender fingers encircle its naked rigidity for the first time. Her nails were unpainted -- a beautiful, natural pink. Her grasp was firm, but gentle. Being with her like this was something he had only dared dream about, and he groaned loudly with the overpowering raw reality of it, now. His shaft quickly became slippery with his oozing lubricant, and he groaned again, gasping for breath and dangerously near the brink. She chuckled throatily as if sensing it.

  "You have a gorgeous cock," she said softly, stroking him gently. "I knew it when I squeezed it under the table, it was so hard and thick and your knob was so big." She stared at him, licking her lips. "And I can't wait for you to stretch me and fuck me with it all night long."

  Dirty talk never failed to turn him on, and Jack suddenly felt his testicles swell between his legs.

  "Oh, God, Janice!" he cried out, and exploded.

  He heard her surprised gasp as his cock muscles throbbed powerfully in her warm, soft grasp and his balls contracted painfully in his scrotum. He heard her gasp again as one long, milky projectile after another fired upward into the air, splattering his lap and drenching her hand. He came again and again and again, crying out inarticulately, and tears formed in the corners of his tightly squeezed eyes as he went far away, his heart thundering loudly in his chest.

  And then he felt her warm lips and breath on the side of his face as she gently licked the tears off his cheek.

  "Goddamn, Jack," she whispered.

  He leaned back against the headrest, mind and body reeling, cock and balls tingling.

  "I'm sorry," he breathed, eyes still closed.

  She opened her purse and produced some tissues. "For what, baby?"

  "Losing control."

  She chuckled as she wiped off her fingers. "I wanted you to. I figured it was the least I could do -- I've been teasing you for hours."

  Jack was finally regaining his senses, and he laughed softly.

  "Yes you have, you damn bitch."

  "It was worth it. Watching you cum made me so fucking hot. I've never seen that much. You ever met a woman who could handle it all?"

  Jack sighed contentedly. "You're going to get your chance to find out."

  "That's good, baby, because you got a lot of hard work ahead of you tonight."

  It was his turn to chuckle. "I'm going to need some Cialis."

  "Whatever it takes, Jack," she said seriously. "Like I said, I've wanted this for a long, long time."

  He stared at her. "Why didn't you ever say something?"

  She kissed his lips. "Because it always seemed like either you were with somebody or I was." She stared into his eyes. "And also, I wasn't sure about adding sex to the equation. I know it can be messy, too. And, of course, after Janey, you quit dating people from work."

  "So why now?"

  "I've been lonely, Jack. I couldn't wait any longer." She smiled. "Are you sorry that I didn't?"

  "Fuck no," he said, and crushed his mouth on hers.

  Janice returned his kiss with a moan, matching his ardor with her own. Desire washed across him as he experienced the overwhelming need to please her as much as she had pleased him. He placed his hand on her thigh -- this time really feeling the soft warm suppleness of her flesh -- and slowly slid it upward toward her mound, experiencing a thrilling rush of exhilaration and arousal. This was really happening -- he was really touching and kissing and holding her, and he was made giddy by it.

  The odors in the cab were pungent -- his clotted semen and her musky excitement mingled with the smell of their sweat and the bourbon they had consumed. He kissed her savagely, ravaging her mouth with his tongue. She grasped the back of his head and pulled his hair, lost in a passion of her own. His searching fingers found her mound, and the sudden realization that she was not wearing panties caused him to snarl insensibly. Janice was already incredibly lubricated and aroused from playing with him, and she cried out as he touched her. He discovered a tuft of coarse hair above her pussy, but the rest was shaven. Her cunt was slippery-wet as he stroked her labia. He continued the kiss as he found her clitoris and she jerked against him, moaning into his open mouth. She spread her legs wide as he worked her, slipping a finger inside her moist tightness, and then another.

  "Fuck, Jack," she grunted, pelvis pumping.

  His lips fastened on the side of her neck as he continued to frig her, consumed by the desire to please her in the most wanton ways possible. She slipped a hand between them and helped, placing one of his fingers on her clit and showing him how she liked to be touched. Her pelvis thrust against his probing digits, and her ass cheeks squirmed against the seat. She took his fingers and pushed them as deeply as they could go into her pussy, and abruptly bit down on his shoulder.

  "I'm cumming, Jack," she hissed, holding him in place and pumping frantically.

  Her cunt was a sodden pit of heat and wetness. Warm juice gushed across his fingers and the back of his hand. He found her clit again, rubbed, and she climaxed a second time with a delirious, involuntary wail. By the time Janice had regained her senses, Jack was hauling ass out of the parking ramp, tires squealing hollowly as he navigated the sharp downward turns with an intense, single-minded purpose.

  "Take me back to your place," she whispered, reclining limply against her seatback, her face covered with sweat and her legs spread wide, denim skirt rucked up on her thighs. The seat fabric beneath her quivering bottom was soaking wet and stinking, and Jack experienced a massive surge of male satisfaction and pride as the intoxicating smell of it filled his nostrils.

  I did that to her, he thought dazedly. Me.

  The trip from downtown out to the little house he rented on his uncle's farm took about forty-five minutes. They were silent through much of it, each lost in their thoughts about what had occurred in the parking ramp. Jack couldn't get it out of his head, and he felt an incredible sense of anticipation of what was in store, and he thought that Janice certainly must feel the same. His suspicions were confirmed when she reached over at one point and touched his naked penis. His erection was instantaneous, and he listened as she chuckled lasciviously in the dark.

  "You don't need any Cialis, Jack."

  He didn't bother to park in his half of the garage, simply turned off the truck in the driveway beside his uncle's house. He had one fleeting moment of concern about the cleanliness of his place, but that was lost in the warmth of her mouth as she kissed him. With a grunt, he dragged her through the driver's side and they stumbled across the backyard to the little house. A coyote howled in the long corn that rimmed the property, and was answered by another. They paused at the door for a moment, and then she smiled, threw back her head, and howled, too. She stared at him expectantly and giggled in the darkness.

  "You're crazy, woman," he breathed, pulling her against him, heart thundering in his chest. "And I'm crazy for you."

  "Good," she whispered. "Now, take me inside and fuck me like it's your last day on earth."

  He threw her down in the long grass in front of the doorway, Janice gasping in surprise. He dropped his shorts and stood above her, cock jutting forth heavily between his legs. He stared at the night sky, the blackness awash with swirls of gleaming stars, and then threw back his head and bayed uninhibitedly at the crescent moon.

  "Jesus, Jack," she giggled.

  Their eyes gleamed in the darkness as they stared at each other. She was a mere silhouette as she pulled her skirt up past her thigh
s and spread her legs. His mouth went dry as he dropped between them and felt her fingers clutch his penis. She guided him quickly and deftly, his penetration into the warmth of her wetness both exhilarating and incredibly sublime. He slid into her slowly, carefully, gently, the hot walls of her cunt enfolding and enveloping his hardened flesh. He had wanted for so long to do this and could still not believe it was actually happening.

  I'm in heaven, he thought dazedly. I'm in heaven.

  "You're stretching me, Jack," she hissed, pushing against him. "You feel sooo gooood."

  He groaned loudly as her pussy sucked and clutched him, and she gasped as she kissed him deeply. He propped himself into position, pulled out and then pushed slowly back in. She groaned, eyes closed. He did it again, and they groaned together. He pulled out and rubbed his shaft and knob between her slippery folds, and her pussy spurted juice, coating his meat. A mosquito whined in his ear; he ignored it. He bounced his bloated, pulsing knob on her bloated, pulsing clitty, and she writhed beneath him.

  "Jesus, Jack, stop teasing me."

  His shirt clung to his torso, soaked with sweat. He sat up on his knees, and buttons popped as he wrenched it open, throwing the torn material aside. He felt her hands slide across his chest and then listened to the sounds she made in the darkness as she sucked his sweat off her fingers. She grasped his erection and guided him home once again.

  "Ooooo," she murmured, sighing.

  His cock burned and twitched and dribbled inside of her. Her cunt burned and twitched and dribbled surrounding him. Her legs wrapped his waist and her hands clutched his buttocks.

  "My candy's ready, now, Jack," she whispered, thrusting up against him. "Fuck me hard."

  Jack fucked her. He fucked her hard -- no hesitation, no gentleness, no finesse. Her pussy had finally accommodated him, and he savaged it with deep, vicious thrusts. Sweat dripped off his forehead onto her contorted, twisted face as their genitals slapped together. Her pussy squelched wetly as he rocked her sweat-soaked body repeatedly with the strength of his thrusts, overcome by an ageless male primordial instinct. She raked his ass cheeks with her long, pink nails and bit the side of his neck, overcome by his reckless, animalistic abandon.