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

by Saffron Daughter

  "Oh, Jack!" she cried, head lashing from side to side. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

  Jack kissed her violently, his head swirling like the night stars above them as his orgasm built. Her hands left his cheeks and went to his shoulder blades, pulling him closer. Her tongue snaked into his mouth and caressed his own. She pushed a hand between them and rubbed her engorged clitty as he sank into her one last time and exploded like an unchained beast, Janice exploding with him, venting a howl of release that blasted hot air down his throat and into his heart. Jack threw back his head and shouted at the night sky, his brain and heart bursting. He continued pumping wantonly and unmindfully into her molten depths until she finally grasped his buttocks and slowed him down to a halt. And then he collapsed on top of her, sucking wind and quivering.

  "Holy shit," Janice gasped, trembling against him. "I ain't never been done like that before."

  Jack allowed his cock to slowly deflate inside of her as his heavy load overflowed her spent pussy and oozed into the grass beneath her bottom. He smiled exhaustedly against her neck, and then kissed it. She held him and stroked him and crooned contentedly in his ear.

  Jack sighed. "Not bad for forty, huh?"

  "You fuck like a world champion, baby."

  "Well, that's just the beginning," he whispered. "I still ain't seen you naked yet."

  She smiled. "We'll have to remedy that, won't we?"

  They reluctantly broke apart. He picked up his shorts and shirt, and they and went into the house. It was extremely dark inside. She waited in the small kitchen as he crossed the living room and dropped the shade on the front window. When he finally turned on a light, she giggled.

  "What?" he said quizzically, standing in the middle of the room and looking back at her.

  "You've got grass stains on your knees and elbows, you goof. And you're still wearing your sandals."

  He grinned.

  "I'll wager you have some on that beautiful butt."

  She turned around and lifted her skirt. He walked over, dropped down on his knees, and inspected the firm round curves exposed to him. There were bits of mown grass stuck to her flesh, but no stains. He squeezed her cheeks, and then impulsively leaned forward and kissed them, tasting their combined effluents and humming appreciatively as he did.

  "Don't," she said quickly, stepping away and turning around. "I want to be clean when you do that."

  He watched a slither of milky drool slowly trickle from beneath her skirt and slide down the inside of her left thigh.

  "Oops," she said. "I guess I found out."

  His own pubic hair was saturated and sticky. He felt the tackiness of their mutual sweat on his flesh, and the grass stains on his knees and arms itched. He stood up, took her hand, and started to lead her to the bathroom.

  "Jack," she said, giggling again. "Would you please take off those sandals? What is this, some kind of weird Caucasian thing?"

  He laughed, bent over, and loosened his sandals.

  "You've got a nice butt, too, Jack," she breathed, stroking it. "I've always liked it."

  Again, he took her hand, leading her through the one big room that served as both a dining area and living room, and past the one small bedroom. The furnishings therein were spare -- a dining table that he rarely used, a small sofa and two easy chairs grouped around a big flat screen connected to a surround sound system, and a wall of DVD's and CD's beside it. There was also a small, stackable washer/dryer tucked into an open closet between the bedroom and the bathroom, and he threw his dirty clothes down in front of it.

  The bathroom was small, as well -- a sink, a toilet, and a walk-in shower. He stood behind her as she leaned into the stall and turned on the water, and he felt his excitement building as he knew that very soon Janice would be naked and he would for the first time see her big, beautiful breasts in all their wondrous splendor. He felt his limp penis stir uncomfortably.

  "You've turned me into an animal," he said softly.

  Janice turned around and smiled at him. "Are you trying to get another hard-on, Jack?"

  "Can't help it," he said softly, licking his lips. "I'm so horny for you."

  "I want you, too," she said, kissing him.

  Janice loosened her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She smiled as he stared at her. Her hips and thighs were lean and toned, her legs long, her calves firm. Her pussy was mostly shaven, except for that tuft of hair above it, but the tuft was thick and black and curly, and smeared with his semen. Her pussy lips were dainty, almost purple, puckered like petals and gleaming wet with her arousal. A thin trickle of juice oozed forth, and his cock twitched painfully as it tried in vain to respond. She laughed and shook her head in amazement, and then stepped closer.

  "Take off my top, Jack," she said, staring at him expectantly.

  He reached out, took hold of the bottom of her tank top, and as she raised her arms, he peeled it over her head. She smiled and stared at him. He swallowed hard, staring at her breasts as they strained against the confines of her bra. She stepped forward, pressed herself against him, and his arms went around her, fingers finding the snaps and releasing them.

  "They're all for you, baby," she whispered.

  She stepped back, shrugged out of her bra, and her breasts tumbled free. They were as big and firm as her selfies had revealed, and stood out proudly from her chest, demanding to be squeezed and sucked. Her large brown areolas were round and full, the nipples extremely erect. He licked his lips again, and his hands trembled as he reached forward and gently, achingly cupped them. His fingers caressed those huge, hard nipples and she squirmed with pleasure, moaning. He grasped and kneaded and cupped and stroked her soft, tremulous flesh, finally leaning forward to suckle. He engulfed one breast hungrily with a groan, tongue dancing over the areola and then the quivering nipple while her hands held his face against her chest. He licked her cleavage and settled on the other breast, sucking and slurping and groaning with his overwhelming pleasure and desire. Her soft moans had now turned loud and continuous. Wordlessly, she grabbed his arm and dragged him into the shower.

  The water was cold but not shockingly so, and felt good against the heat. The stall was small and they were forced to stand closely together as they took turns dunking their heads and wetting their bodies. She took the bar of soap and gently lathered his cock and balls as he trembled and shivered with her touch. Jack's mind desperately willed his penis into another erection, but his flesh was weak. She laughed delightedly as she watched the stump of meat twitch and struggle, and dropped to her knees in front of him.

  "Let me help you with that," she said.

  She put her lips on his head and kissed it, and Jack groaned with surprise at this unexpected pleasure. He held her hair as she tongued the underside of his knob and gently stroked his shaft with one hand and fondled his heavy, swinging balls with the other. He watched her head bob and listened to the slurping, moaning, excited sounds she made as he slowly, achingly stiffened in her mouth. Jack thought that she definitely knew what she was doing and sure seemed to be enjoying it, despite what she'd said at the table earlier that night, and his nuts quivered painfully as they contracted in his sack. She suddenly inhaled his penis into her throat, and his quivering nuts now rested against her chin. She slid a finger behind his sack and expertly found his taint.

  "Oh, fuck!" he cried out, jerking involuntarily and swelling to his full length.

  He released her head and braced himself against the shower stall, and she quickly took her mouth off of him.

  "Now, that's what I'm talking about," she said, smiling up at him.

  "Oh, fuck, Janice, it hurts," he whined.

  "Too bad," she breathed. "It's good for you."

  She raised herself into a crouch and immediately enveloped his shaft between her breasts, rubbing up and down repeatedly, allowing his big knob to plop into her mouth on the upthrust. Jack braced himself as she titty-fucked him, his agonized groans loud and continuous, his hips pumping hard against her chest. She reached
around and clenched his butt, helping him.

  "Oh, fuck!" he cried out again.

  Jack wanted release, but was afraid of it. He knew this orgasm was going to hurt. His penis was a burning, pulsating iron bar; someone had played eighteen holes with his nuts. But when Janice re engulfed his knob, slipped a finger into his anus and found his prostate, Jack screamed like a woman and exploded involuntarily against the back of her throat. She gagged, sucking and swallowing. Howling with pain, Jack continued to spew, forcing Janice to jerk her head away. She continued to hold him firmly as he humped her cleavage, slopping her breasts and chin with his thick, milky streams, until finally, agonizingly, he had to step away, completely drained.

  He stood above her, trembling and gasping for breath, his penis still pulsating visibly; a long slither of goo dangled from its tip. His semen ran down the slopes of her breasts in rivulets, hanging pendulously from her big, hard nipples, clinging to her long, slender fingers, and dripping off her lips and chin.

  "God-damn," she whispered, awestruck.

  She stood up and gently held his trembling body against her own.

  "I didn't think you liked giving head," he croaked, finally finding his voice.

  "I never said that," she said softly, kissing his neck. "I've just never swallowed before." She smiled. "But, for some reason, I couldn't resist trying it with you."

  "It was fucking awesome."

  She sighed contentedly. "And if you remember our conversation at the table tonight, what I said was it didn't do anything for me to get my pussy licked."

  "Well," he said, finally regaining his breath. "It's something I like to do, and you're going to love every second of it."

  "You've got a bet," she replied, grabbing the bar of soap.

  She tenderly lathered his cock and balls, smiling as she watched him wince and squirm, and then turned him around and washed his shoulders and back, dragging her breasts across his spine and moaning softly from the contact with her nipples. He took the soap, his hands immediately finding her breasts, lathering their fleshy heaviness and popping her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, washing his effluent down the drain. He turned her around and washed her back, pressing himself against her bottom and pushing himself into her crack. This was something that always aroused him intensely, and although his sore, exhausted penis had no wish to respond, he still enjoyed the feeling of her soft cheeks and warm crack surrounding it. She wiggled her bottom against him as his arms slid around her and he again grasped her breasts, rubbing her nipples and causing her to moan. She moved one of his hands to her pussy; his finger found her clitoris and she immediately cried out. She tilted her head back to be kissed and he obliged her with a passion that met her own as she used her hand on his and vigorously frigged herself. Her juice squirted forth, and joined the water flowing down her legs as her pelvic thrusts increased rapidly and repeatedly and her breathing turned deep and excited.

  "Don't stop, white boy," she commanded in a hiss.

  Their fingers interlaced as his lips fastened on the side of her neck, and Jack was suddenly amazed as he felt her pussy lips swell beneath his touch and her clit engorge to an almost painful degree. She abruptly pushed savagely against his fingertips and climaxed violently with a drawn-out guttural grunt of satisfaction and release. Jack held her tightly, feeling her body shudder against his, out of his mind with the pleasure he was delivering to her.

  "You're so fucking hot," he whispered in her ear.

  She abruptly turned and viciously slammed him against the shower wall, totally out of control and whining inarticulately, wildly rubbing her breasts and nipples on his chest, kissing him hungrily and deeply, and scratching his shoulder blades in long, bloody grooves. He took a nipple between his teeth and pressed a knee between her thighs, and she frantically rubbed against it, gasping and grunting and then abruptly climaxing a second time with a shrill animalistic wail. She continued to wantonly hump his knee as he held her close, and exploded again, now clinging to him and mewling like a twisted, broken kitten as the incredible aftershocks absorbed her. And then she leaned against him exhausted, both of them shivering and sucking in great lungfuls of air as the cold water poured down on them.

  This isn't happening, Jack thought over and over, suddenly feeling tears gather in his eyes. This can't be happening.

  "Oh, Jack," she gasped, gently stroking him. "Why did we wait so long?"

  Overwrought, he choked back a sob.

  "Baby?" she exclaimed in alarm.

  He shook his face against her shoulder and wordlessly kissed the side of her neck. She shuddered.

  "Jack?" she whispered.

  He held her and shivered, unable to trust his voice. She held him and stroked him, crooning softly. A moment's silence hung between them, and then she sighed, took his head in her hands, and stared into his eyes.

  "Jack?"

  "What?"

  "I could sure use a drink."

  CHAPTER TWO

  Janice slowly and luxuriously toweled his body dry, and Jack felt incredibly relaxed, clean and content. When she saw the bloody scratches on his shoulders, she uttered a soft exclamation.

  "God, baby, I'm so sorry."

  "I'm not."

  "Do they hurt?"

  "Fuck, yes."

  When it was his turn to dry her, he took his time, starting with her upper body and slowly toweling her face and shoulders and then her breasts. He then knelt on the bathroom floor, working his way up her legs and then reaching around to dry her bottom. He pressed his lips against her firm tummy and kissed it. She shivered. He pushed his face into her pubic tuft and dragged his tongue through the coarse black hair. She squirmed. He desperately wanted to kiss her pussy, but that would come later. He caress-dried it instead, and she moaned softly.

  "Where's my drink, Jack?" she whispered, gently pushing him away.

  "Coming up."

  They went into the kitchen, where he mixed Jim Beam and 7-Up over ice in Mason jars. He handed her a drink, and smiled.

  "You are just stunning to look at," he said softly, relishing her nut-brown nakedness. "I can't get enough of it.

  She smiled at his compliment, and poked his chest. "You're not too bad yourself, Jack. How often do you work out?" She took a drink from the jar and grimaced slightly. "Jesus, you mix them strong."

  "You driving anywhere tonight?"

  "I don't want you getting whiskey dick."

  He grinned at her, opened the cupboard door where he kept his ibuprofen and blood pressure medicine, and pulled out a small bottle of Cialis.

  "Never fear," he said, taking one with his drink.

  She shook her head, smiling. "You don't need that."

  "If we keep this up, I will."

  She laughed softly, sensuously. "Maybe you better take two."

  He stared at her and she stared at him, and then they smiled at each other. He took her by the hand and opened the back door.

  "C'mon. I want to show you something."

  "We're buck-naked, Jack!"

  "An hour ago, we fucked each other silly in the backyard. Or did you forget about that already?"

  Janice touched Jack's face.

  "It was the most erotic experience I've ever had," she said softly. "I've never made love outdoors before." She stared at him. "But we weren't naked."

  "I was."

  She chuckled. "You were wearing your sandals."

  "Those count?" He took her hand again. "C'mon. Nobody will see. I promise."

  His confidence and uninhibitedness was infectious.

  "All right," she said.

  "That's why I like this place," he said, turning off the kitchen light and stepping outside. "It's quiet and private and safe. Hell, I don't even worry about locking the door."

  Once again, she was nothing but a dim silhouette.

  "I can't see anything out here. What'd you want to show me?"

  "Shhh," he whispered, putting a finger to her lips.

  Jack tilted her head back,
and watched as she stared at the sky. It was a clear night and the stars swirled madly overhead. Even the Milky Way was visible, splashed across the heavens as if spilled from a bucket. Mars was a bright red ruby.

  "Oh, my," she said softly.

  "I didn't think you really noticed them before," he said with a chuckle. "Your eyes were closed." He pointed and her eyes followed his finger. "There's the Big Dipper. The Little Dipper is off to one side. That big M up there is Cassiopeia. And you see that little cluster of stars that looks like a P? That's the Pleiades."

  "I think I see it."

  "Don't look at it directly -- it'll get caught in your blind spot. Kind of look at it from the corner of your eye."

  It took her a moment, and then he saw her white teeth gleam as she smiled. "I see it, now, Jack."

  "It's also known as the Seven Sisters."

  He felt her arm slip comfortably around his waist.

  "If you're trying to impress me," she said, staring upward, "it's working."

  He shivered involuntarily from her touch.

  "Are you cold?" she asked in surprise.

  "Not hardly."

  She slipped her other arm around him, pressing her breasts against his chest.

  "Jack," she said. "You're such a romantic." She stared into his eyes. "Now, kiss me."

  Jack heard the coyote howl again. He felt a slight breeze, and listened as the corn rustled mysteriously in the fields behind the house. The long grass was wet with dew on his feet. He felt completely at peace, wrapped in the warm cocoon of her body and the impenetrable countryside darkness. He leaned forward and kissed her. It was a long, slow, lingering kiss that didn't involve tongues, at the end of which she caught his lower lip between her own and sucked on it.

  "Jesus, God, girl, you're beautiful."

  Janice whimpered, clinging to him. She kissed his lips and his nose and his cheeks and his eyes as he stroked her soft, round bottom and rubbed his nipples against hers.

  "You're the gentlest man I've ever known, Jack," she said softly, her breath warm on his shoulder. "You're kind and sensitive, and intelligent, too."