Held Down

by Pamela Prim

  Jerome held her in his strong arms as she teetered about. He drew her close to him; no words were said as their lips met with passion-filled hunger. She savored the sensation of his hot searching tongue in her mouth. Butterflies seemed to have suddenly started a party inside her heaving belly. Her knees shaking, she leaned onto him and yearned for his hands to roam all over her body again. She surrendered to the pleasure of his passionate kiss and relaxed as his hand cradled her head and massaged her neck. Her hands explored the masculine hardness of his broad shoulders and wide back. She had waited so long for a lover like this, almost twenty years too long.

  “Oh God, Jerome!” Helen gasped as they parted for a breath of air. “Is this right? Are we…”

  He didn’t reply, instead his kiss travelled down her neck and to her cleavage. Helen’s breathing quickened as he kept kissing her breasts over the thin material of her beach shirt. Her knees were ready to give and she had to hold on to the kitchen counter with both hands. Jerome went down on his knees before her and slid his talented hands teasingly up her smooth thighs. He grasped at her shorts and pulled them all the way down. She shivered with anxious anticipation as he took a deep breath of her arousal and planted a kiss on her pussy over her very wet panties. This was really happening. She was going to have sex the way she had always dreamt about.

  “Uh, Jerome, please… kiss my pussy again.” She moaned haltingly as her body shivered. His passionate kisses on her pussy were setting her whole body on fire like never before.

  He pulled the damp lace panties down to her ankles. She gasped out loud and jerked as his tongue snaked over her exposed pussy. Grasping his head in her hands, Helen pushed her pelvis forward. Her legs he pushed apart wider and stretched her swollen arousal before swirling his wicked tongue around her engorged clitoris in tiny circles. She yelped as electrical sparks seemed to ripple all through her body. Her manicured nails clawed at his head, digging into his rich dark scalp.

  This was so much better than anything she ever had with anyone before. Helen thought she could die happy now as his tongue tormented her inflamed pussy and throbbing clitoris. The familiar sensation of an orgasm building had her quivering and shaking, she could tell that it was going to be an experience like never before, multiplied many times over. Her knees finally gave in and she slowly slid downward. Jerome’s strong hands cupped her soft buttocks and he held her up. One last deep and lingering thrust of his tongue triggered her release and she let herself go. She wept and moaned, her hands stroking his head as she came in shuddering waves of indescribable pleasure.

  Jerome continued lashing his tongue over her pussy, intensifying the range of sensations erupting all over her. He seemed to really savor her orgasmic explosion all over his face as he lovingly teased her to the edge of tears. He sucked hungrily on her pussy, his mouth moving with the skillful expertise of a man who wanted to pleasure his woman. Her over-stimulated clitoris went numb with the sheer pleasure of the last few shuddering bursts escaping her spent body. She buckled over him as hot tears of happiness finally came streaming down her flushed face. A sense of pure unfettered bliss filled her heart and mind. At last, Helen had found the sexual satisfaction that been eluding her for so damn long.

  “Oh, god… Oh, Ger…” She whimpered over him. “I’ m so happy, I could die right now…”

  Jerome laughed and rose up to his feet with her slumped over his shoulder. She hugged his neck, never wanting to let him go. He carried her out of the kitchen and over to the bed room. He let her slide off him on to the bed and stood over her with his hands on his hips and his pelvis thrusting forward.

  “I want you, Jerome…” Helen almost pleaded; her arms and legs shivering. “I want you to make love to me… I want you to fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone before.”

  Jerome gave her a silent smile and ran his eager hands all over her body. He stripped off her shirt and her lacy bra after. Her soft round breasts fell free and she lay there naked, spread out on the bed for him. He dropped his own clothes quickly and climbed onto the bed naked and ready to plunder her.

  Helen was momentarily stunned at the sight of his surging arousal. She gaped at him, never having seen anything so big and thick before. It looked almost a foot long and thicker than her own forearm. Was it real? She felt a tremor all through her as he twitched his monstrous erection and grinned at her. The only two cocks she had seen before, up close like this, were nowhere near half of this thing. And to think she could have had this treat since she was in high school.

  “Jerome … that thing, it’s so….” She said with trepidation. “It’s so damn big.”

  Jerome laughed softly as he knelt over her. “You are quite ready for this, my sweet Hell’s Kitten Helen.”

  “Yes, yes… I am. I am more ready than I’ll ever fucking be, Jerome.” She surprised herself with her sudden brazenness as he prodded her hungry pussy lips with his foot long hard cock. “Spear me with that beautiful thing, fuck me now… please. Fuck me hard.”

  “Grr, yes.” He snarled with passion as he entered her in one swift move. Helen’s eyes went wide and her scream caught in her throat. She felt like she was being skewered alive. The hardness of his thick cock was nothing like she had ever experienced before. She sensed his intense passion for her surging through every inch of his throbbing erection as he slammed powerfully into her. Helen cried out, pain and pleasure entwining as her lover’s raging hardness buried itself to the root inside her. She looked up at his intense face as it shimmered with perspiration, seeing more than just animal lust there. Her rapid breath began to calm and she gazed at him with a desire that she thought she could never ever feel.

  “Oh, Jerome!” Helen moaned, feeling satisfied and content. “Fuck me, oh, this is so damn good.”

  His response was a loud groan as his erection incredibly swelled even more, deep inside her. It seemed to Helen that the lustful tone of her voice was turning him on immensely. He increased the speed of his thrusts, ramming her hard, just as she had always wanted a lover to do. She heard his breathing get shallower with each powerful thrust, telling her that he was nearing an orgasm. His cock felt like an enormous piston inside her, and she shook with eager anticipation of what could only be a most explosive ejaculation inside her.

  “Oh, God! Helen! My sweet beau… beautiful Hel… ennn…” Jerome gasped sharply, his breath short and ragged. “I’m going to cu… uhhh… no, no… not just yet.”

  His monster of a cock was on the verge of release, and yet she sensed him holding back. Helen’s excited heart pounded hard against her heaving chest. This was by far the best time of her life and she never wanted it to end. She wanted this man more than ever, now and for ever, for every day of her life.

  “Oh Jerome!” Helen whimpered. “Please, don’t stop… please keep fucking me.”

  “I am, baby.” Jerome smiled and kissed her sweat slick brow. “I want us to cum together.”

  “Oh Jerome, you’re the best ever…” She wept, kissing him back lovingly.

  He nodded and kept up the thrusting motion of his raging erection back and forth inside her pussy. His hardness filled her tight warmth and tendrils of extreme pleasure ran amok all over her yearning body. His cock seemed to get even bigger and she grasped hard at the tight steely buns of his muscular buttocks. Jerome shuddered against her softness under his lean hard body.

  “Oh, Helen!” He groaned in lustful bliss and grabbed at the soft mounds of her breasts. “Let’s do it… let’s cum as one.”

  “Oh God, Jerome, this is so amazing… oh you are a man-god.” Helen wept, her body quaking violently with her second powerful orgasm of the evening. “Fuck me, Jerome… oh please, keep on fucking me.”

  “Oh, Helen, my sweet little angel.” Jerome groaned. “You’re cumming so hard… all over my cock, oh yeah… uuhh, here I cum, baby... all for you, always for you.”

  His loud grunt echoed around the hotel bedroom as his engorged cock heaved and exploded in an ecstatic release inside
her. Helen shivered at the sensation of the hot splash of semen. His immense load ejected out of his enlarged cock deep inside her and seemed to go on and on. She came along with him, again and again, and lost count of how many orgasms she was having. Her belly quaking non stop with the sensation of her explosive release, she whimpered into his ear. Tears of happiness poured down her face as she reveled at the delightful warmth of his unending orgasm. She shook as another wave of her orgasm hit her, her mind going free and losing herself to unbound passion.

  How much time passed since they started, Helen could never guess as they lay exhausted, satiated and content with each other. Their arms and legs entwined, sweaty bodies locked in passion, the two reunited lovers nuzzled and pecked at one another.

  “I’ve always dreamt of this, Helen.” Jerome whispered with a smile. “I could never get over you. I didn’t find anyone else like you, I never even looked hard enough… there isn’t anyone else who can me feel the way you do.”

  “Ohmigod!” Helen stared up at him in awe. “And to think, all these years… it could have been so different, if I… if we had only…”

  “Yeah, that’s life.” He sighed and caressed her hair. “Never works when you want it to.”

  “I suppose that’s true.” She said, suddenly feeling very glum. “Most of my life’s been wasted in the wrong place with the wrong man.”

  “Well, we can always start afresh. You and I.” Jerome had that eager boyish grin on his face. “We aren’t all that old yet.”

  “Oh, good grief!” She blinked. “You can’t mean… are you suggesting that we...”

  “It looks like fate suddenly decided to give us a break.” He nodded. “To forget the past and move on ahead anew.”

  “Move on ahead?” She gasped. “Are you serious? You and I… get together.”

  “If you haven’t anyone better, I’m all yours.” He kissed her cheek.

  “Well, that’s really flattering, after all these wasted years.” Helen shook her head with uncertainty. “I’ve had a terrible love life so far and sex has always been one disaster after another. I’m an old fashioned girl, Jerome, one nighters and sex on the side don’t quite excite me… I always end up falling hard for the man I want, and I’ve been hurt by that before.”

  “I understand completely, Helen. I’ve never did find that with anyone else either.” He had a look of self pity about him. “I’ve never been more in love with anyone as much as I have with you.”

  “Oh, Jerome. That is so damn flattering.” Helen reached out and touched his hand. “But are you sure about this... I mean, the sex was great… but a life together?”

  “That’s what I crave for, Helen.” He sounded like he was pleading. “I’ve always been in love with you, but I never thought you felt the same for me? After high school, you left for college upstate, and I had to get a job. Then I heard you got married and it tore me up… it was even worse when I looked for you in every woman I dated. Then I knew no other woman would do for me, so I found a way to bury the hurt with this work that I do here in Brazil… but now with you here, things could be different, could be better… for the two of us.”

  “Better than ever actually, and I must say… I can think of this as fate’s recompense for the shit my life has so far been.” She smiled and caressed his hardening cock with her slender fingers, her eyes gleaming with lust as she looked deep onto his. “And I have a lot shitty times in my life that has to be compensated for.”

  Story 8

  It was a bright, warm day and the weather was pleasant for that time of the year, but eighteen year old Jenny was far too nervous to feel the heat of the sun on her face. She let out a soft shiver, despite the temperature.

  Carla slipped her arm into Jenny’s and gave her a little squeeze of encouragement and support.

  “Come on, you’ll be fine,” she reassured her with a smile. “Every woman’s had this at some point. There’s literally nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about.”

  “I know,” mumbled Jenny. “That’s what my mom told me.”

  “And your mom’s right. She must have had dozens of these kind of check ups over the years. And I’m sure you’d rather have this than like…I don’t know…get cancer or something. Because there’s a risk, y’know, if you don’t get these check ups – “

  “I know, I know,” Jenny interrupted. “You’re right. Mom’s right. I can’t help being nervous, okay?” She huffed a bit and pushed some of her medium length blonde hair back off her face. “I just don’t like the idea of some stranger poking around down there.”

  “Oh, I dunno about that,” Carla teased. “Having a stranger poke around down there sounds kinda fun to me.”

  “Yeah, maybe to you, cause you’re a…slut!” Jenny laughed and slapped Carla lightly on the arm.

  Carla giggled and returned the slap. “Am not!”

  Their joking around did improve Jenny’s mood, however, and for the rest of the day she tried to put the appointment out of her mind and focus on their lectures, and on enjoying themselves.

  Jenny and Carla had known each other a long while. They’d first met at high school, and become best friends then. Now, they were studying at the same University, and although they were on different courses – and therefore attended different lectures – they still lived together and hung out with one another whenever they could. They were pretty much inseparable, and still the best of friends, despite having made acquaintances with other people on their courses.

  They shared everything together, sought advice from one another, and told each other their secrets, fears, hopes and dreams.

  Neither of them had boyfriends – or girlfriends for that matter – and a lot of the time, when they were out, people assumed they were a couple. Occasionally, they’d play up to that and link arms or hold hands, call each other ‘darling’ and ‘babe’. Once, they’d even kissed each other in public just to keep up their act. For them, it was just a bit of fun, and although they were both bisexual, they could never actually date each other. They were best friends. It would just be too weird.

  The last time either of them had dated was in high school, and that was hardly serious – it rarely is at high school, after all. Since going to Uni, they hadn’t had time for that kind of thing, although Carla had brought home a one night stand in their first week after a night out.

  It was three in the afternoon that day by the time they saw each other next, having spent the majority of the day in their lectures.

  “How are you?” Carla smiled and leaned in to give her friend a hug, knowing how stressed out she’d been earlier that morning.

  Jenny wrapped her arm around Carla’s waist and the two of them set off walking together, away from the University and in the direction of the small student house they shared. “Yeah, I’m good,” she smiled. “How was your day?”

  Carla yawned exaggeratedly to show how bored she’d been. “Sorry we couldn’t meet up at lunch. Got really snowed under in the lab.”

  “Sounds exciting to me.”

  “It’s really not.”

  “At least you’re gonna have an actual career, unlike me just doing an arts degree.”

  “Aw come on, you’re gonna be a famous actress,” Carla encouraged her. “That’s even cooler than a doctor.”

  “That’s not what my dad thinks,” Jenny chuckled.

  “I think it’s great that you’re pursuing your dreams. We only get one life, babes.”

  “Mm, true.”

  Arriving back at home, Carla let them both in and Jenny headed straight through to the living room, dumping down her Uni bag and looking at the clock with a groan. “Oh God. We have to leave soon.”

  “Yeah, just give me ten minutes to grab something to eat.”

  “You don’t have to come, Carla. I know it’s like, really super boring.”

  Carla opened up the fridge and took out some cheese and a couple of slices of bread, making herself a sandwich while they talked. “It’s not boring, it’ll be f
un.”

  “Fun?” Jenny raised an eyebrow. “At the doctors?”

  “Yeah, I get to laugh at you being all nervous.”

  Jenny picked up a dish cloth and flicked it at her friend’s butt. “I hate you.”

  “I love you too.” Carla smirked.

  That was the kind of friendship they had. Being so close for so long had enabled them to poke fun at one another without the risk of actually upsetting each other, both of them knowing that, deep down, there was a lot of love between them.

  Jenny genuinely appreciated Carla’s support that night though, despite their friendly banter, and once they arrived at the doctor’s surgery, she appreciated it even more so.

  “It’s going to be okay, I promise,” Carla whispered, holding Jenny’s slightly clammy hand.

  “Ugh,” she groaned. “Just really not looking forward to – “