Realizing we might have a problem with the light carpet Jackson put in last summer, I ran into the hallway closet and grabbed a sheet.
“Corrie!” Jackson called out. “Can you put that extra sheet on the bed for us? Lisa’s gonna need it.”
Fuck! I was slippery wet myself. I’d cum a river with just a bit of help. Trembling, I put the extra sheet down in the bedroom, not quite believing what was happening.
By the time I came back out, Jackson was making his move. He picked Lisa up and carried her to the guest bedroom, her ass resting above his dick. I was glad for that. Even with my daughter at a sleepover, this was a bit too much sex for the family living room.
I followed behind. Then I remembered there wasn’t a good place to sit in that room. I went back for a beanbag chair and dragged it behind me. In the guest bedroom, things were getting out of hand.
Jackson had his hands on his hips. He pointed toward the bed. “Lisa, lie on that bed now so you can get your pussy fucked!” he said with authority. Lisa jumped onto the bed immediately, spreading her legs wide, compulsively rubbing herself and lost in a slutty daze.
She squirmed with anticipation as he kneeled over her. He pushed her legs wide and slapped his heavy cock down on her, halfway up her belly. With her hips rubbing up against him she looked like such a goddess, albeit a goddess in heat.
Lisa reached up and pulled Jackson to her, trying to guide his face into her pussy. But Jackson pulled away, yanking her to the end of the bed.
“I’m not here to lick pussy,” Jackson said indignantly, forcing her legs toward him. “We’re here to fuck!”
“But I’m not ready!” Lisa called out, unconvincingly.
“Oh you’re ready, slut,” Jackson said, working his fingers inside her pussy. “You’re wet as hell, and I’m fucking you now!”
Jackson looked over at me, and seeing no obvious protest, he proceeded to jam his cock into her without the care he usually took.
“Owwww!!” Lisa cried.
But Jackson kept going, mercilessly, raising her thighs up and pushing in further.
“Owwwww!!” Lisa yelled again. “Go slower!”
But she didn’t say “stop.”
And Jackson didn’t stop.
I was so weak-kneed, it was all I could do to hike my skirt up and lie back on that beanbag chair. Neither one noticed me, and I looked on, fascinated. Somehow, this was way more intense than our time with Alicia. Maybe because I was watching a girl get conquered by Jackson for the first time. A friend of mine, no less. And yeah, in my sexual trance, I forgot about condoms yet again. Don’t rub it in.
“I’m not going slower, I’m going faster!”
And with that, Jackson pounded into Lisa even harder, burying two-thirds of his cock inside her.
“Owwwww!” Lisa yelled, but less convincingly than before, as if pleasure was sneaking in around the pain.
Either way, Jackson wasn’t stopping.
The next few minutes were about Lisa’s unintelligible screams, somewhere between pain and pleasure.
I could make out a couple of “Oh my gods.” In the meantime I was working my pussy like crazy and had already cum a bit, though I could feel a much bigger cum building.
It was astonishing to watch Jackson completely take my girlfriend like that—the same exact girl who had swatted so many men down like flies over the years. I watched in rapture, working my wanton pussy in front of them as if we did this every weekend.
Jackson was giving Lisa the fucking of her twenty-something life. But even as he fucked her savagely and seemed so out of control, he really wasn’t. I could tell … because he did not try to push his entire cock into her.
Still, he was pounding her hard, expertly stopping and pulling out before hitting bottom then jamming back in. The sound was beautifully obscene, like a massive plunger jamming all the air and water out of her cunt.
“That’s it, bitch, cum on me.”
OMG. I came like crazy myself, holding my thighs together and shaking sideways. It gets me so hot that Jackson knows girls are about to cum on his cock, even before they realize it. Maybe it’s a distant vibration he feels because his thick cock is so firmly tugging the vaginal walls, I don’t know. He is a pussy whisperer.
“Your slutty pussy is going to cum all over my cock!” Jackson belted out.
Sure enough, a couple minutes later, she hissed out through the moans and screams, “Oh my god, I think I’m gonna cum …. Keep fucking me like that!!”
Jackson pushed her legs out a bit farther and pounded into her, slowing the pace slightly and focusing on the exact rhythm.
Now even I could see it; we all could. Lisa was working her hips up to him, begging for his cock, but her leg muscles were shaking and giving way. A tremble started in her hips, rippling up and down her body as her arms flailed on the bed, her fingers grasping at the sheets.
“Cummming!!! she screamed.
It was so beautiful to watch her lose control that I forgot to be jealous.
Finally, Lisa’s cum slowed down, and Jackson’s pace as well. But he kept his dick inside her.
“Oh wow,” Lisa said, her arms like noodles against the sheets. “That was just incredible,” she mewled, looking over at me happily, as if it was totally normal to see me masturbating casually in front of her, in between orgasms myself. “I’ve never cum from fucking before … ever!” Lisa said gratefully. “Well, not without a little help from my own fingers,” she added, touching her clit. “But that,” Lisa exhaled as Jackson continued to slowly work her, “that was different.”
“Oh that’s nothing!” Jackson said. “That was just a warm-up cum. Wait till I get my whole dick inside you.”
She moaned at that, and Jackson took that as permission to re-insert.
That was when I remembered the condoms, or lack thereof.
“Jackson … condoms!”
Lisa got a petulant look on her face; I could tell she was getting into the thrusting again.
“But Corrie, I’m on the pill,” she protested, cupping her breasts and rubbing them together while Jackson worked his way in.
“Nope. Condoms required!” I said.
Fortunately, we still had some condoms around. Truth be told, we never used them, but I got an erotic charge out of buying Magnums from the adolescent clerks at the drug stores. The looks on their faces—especially the girls—were always priceless.
I rummaged through the top dresser drawer and grabbed the Magnum XLs.
“Out, Jackson! Pull it out!”
He reluctantly obeyed, his dick making a sucking sound, causing Lisa to laugh but then whine at his absence.
I kneeled in front of him, but I soon realized his dick was far too wet to put a condom on.
“Jeezus, Lisa, you came all over him!” I teased her, running into the bath to grab a towel as she laughed.
I didn’t want to lose the moment. Lisa propped herself up on a pillow, masturbating casually as she watched me work the condom on Jackson’s penis. Even this size condom wasn’t wide enough to hold him comfortably, but it hadn’t broken on us yet.
Once the condom was on, I turned Jackson around. Without a second thought, I started guiding his penis right into her pussy. She didn’t protest. Her eyes popped wide as his head entered her, and it was on.
Chapter 13
“Fuck her brains out, Jackson!” I demanded. Though he wasn’t able to get his entire dick inside Lisa, he was able to get her into some new positions that caused her to erupt. Her red heels flailed in the air as she screamed bloody murder. Eventually she dug her heels into his back and started fucking him just as hard, lifting her hips straight up off the bed, desperate not to lose his cock as he pulled back. Jackson had heel marks in his back for the next two weeks—to give you some idea of her fucking wanton urgency.
The next hour or so is a blur. I remember taking off my clothes with some urgency, plopping back down, and working myself to a monster orgasm while Lisa gripped the sheets for dear
life.
The hottest point came when Lisa complained, “Ouch! I can’t take all of you yet.”
With a look of mild irritation, Jackson picked her right up off the bed, his big penis still inside her. Then he stood, raising her up and forcing her down on his dick with her own weight.
“Oh my god!” and then, “You’re so much bigger than Nick! That feels so fucking good!!”
As Lisa screamed with pleasure, I started casually working my clit again. Maybe I wasn’t done yet.
“You’re a slut for my cock!” Jackson said.
“Oh god, I am—”
“Who fucks you better, me or him?”
“Oh god, you do!!”
With that, Lisa started cumming so hard Jackson had to sit on the mattress to stabilize her. Then he flung her down, pulled his cock out, and quickly started fingering her. That could only mean one thing.
“C’mon!” he called out. “C’mon!”
Lisa started squirting all over Jackson’s hands and all over the end of the bed.
“Oh, shit!!” Lisa called out.
Why did all the girls get to squirt but me? Judging by Lisa’s reaction, she was new to squirting also. After she came, she kept whimpering and mewling, her thighs vibrating as she tentatively explored herself, examining her own condition.
Seeing my old bestie cum like that was it for me. Soon I was clamping down on my hand so hard, it felt like I might crush it with my thighs.
Lisa, meanwhile, was a puddle on the bed, half woman, half orgasm.
“Oh god, Jackson,” Lisa cooed. “I have never been fucked like that.”
Jackson smiled as he pulled the condom off with a loud snap, his dick still hard.
“Corrie, I had no idea,” Lisa said.
“No idea what?” I teased her.
“No idea there were dicks that big, dicks that could be—”
“Used so well?”
“Oh yeah,” Lisa said. “That was perfect.”
And that was when it happened. Seeing Lisa so happy, so utterly fulfilled, then flashing back to the happy yells of Alicia … a voice of bizarre reason popped into my head:
Jackson is right: he WAS born to please women.
And you’d be ridiculously selfish to keep him to yourself.
When Jackson had said this exact thing before, I’d reacted with anger, then denial. This time, the thought lingered. I didn’t yet realize all the implications, but one thing I did know: I took a twisted, less than admirable pleasure in disrupting Lisa’s own relationship.
And we disrupted it quite a bit further.
My favorite part of that first night was Lisa and me kneeling next to each other, looking up in lust while we worked Jackson’s cock with our hands, determined to make him cum. Trying to make Jackson cum made my pussy so wet, thinking about all the small, shy dicks that had spurted so quickly in my hand or pussy.
“Lisa, keep jacking him off, do it hard!” I commanded. Meantime, I started working Jackson’s balls, and he didn’t tell me to stop. That meant he was done holding out. He was ready to let go.
I could hear him moaning and breathing heavily. It was on!
“Cum for your sluts, Jackson!” I yelled at him. I felt his body give that telltale tremble and did a mean thing: I aimed his dick toward Lisa.
Jackson bucked and came—rope after rope, about six in rapid succession, then three more after he slowed down. In all the years of jerking him off, I’d never seen him cum as much as that.
“Oh my god,” Lisa said, “you are such a man!!” She had cum all over her, and she wasn’t even pissed at me. Unlike what the pornos would have you believe, it’s not fun to get so much cum on you. Honestly, I’d prefer to avoid it.
Lisa was still so turned on, I let her get in the shower with him to wash him off. A few minutes later, I actually had to go in there and prevent them from fucking in the shower.
“Condoms!” I yelled out, without offering one.
They took their hands off each other, Lisa with reluctance. I got her tucked into the couch for sleeping before she could make any more trouble. Lisa still snored like a sailor, but that was fine by me—easier to keep tabs on her that way.
In the morning, Lisa was gone. She left a very simple note on the back of a restaurant coaster, with a big heart around it and an “xoxo” underneath. “THANK YOU BOTH! —Lisa.”
We still have the coaster. It’s always funny when someone turns it upside down and asks what it means.
Chapter 14
That episode with Lisa ushered in a radically different sexual mood between Jackson and myself.
I still wasn’t right emotionally. But Jackson was too happy that our sex life was finally clicking to worry about that. Suddenly, it felt like right after we’d met—we couldn’t keep our paws off each other. Except this time we had to work to avoid having sex openly when our daughter was around. She must have heard noises, but her smiles in the morning seemed happy. She was definitely glad Jackson wasn’t sleeping in the garage anymore. Most nights he wasn’t on the couch either.
But if I wasn’t right emotionally, I was absolutely all right sexually. Jackson and I were fucking constantly. I was late to work twice because I needed an extra fuck in the morning—and that wasn’t like me. It didn’t help me with my boss much, but I’m about to get to that.
Another clue to my marital riddle appeared the following weekend. Thank god it was another sleepover for Chelsea, because Jackson was really nailing me to the wall. The bed board was actually whacking the wall hard enough to leave a mark, but I didn’t care.
I just wanted to be fucked into oblivion. Post-orgasm, Jackson and I were casually fucking. I leaned up on my elbows, fascinated as always to see how his thickness pulled my lips out of my pussy. That tug always felt soooo good.
“Oh, Jackson, thank you for taking such good care of my pussy.”
“Anything for you, Alpha Phi.” Jackson always liked to reference my former sorority. I think he still got off on thinking of some of the havoc he once wreaked on sorority girls.
“It’s good I didn’t know you in college,” I said, wrapping my legs around him and pulling him closer, savoring the fullness.
“Why?” he said.
“I’m not sure I would have graduated. You would have been up in my room and all up in my pussy out all day long.”
“Ah, but would you have shared me with your roommate?” Jackson asked.
“No!” I said instantly. But then I added, “Well, maybe.”
I hadn’t told him yet. But now I did.
“Oh, Jackson, I’m sorry I tried to keep you to myself.” I sighed. “You’re right,” I added, letting the fullness of him sink in. “You were born to fuck.”
I had been fighting this truth for months … for years. No, from the first time I met him. And now I’d said it. So ridiculous, but so obvious. And so true.
“I’m not going to make you stay faithful anymore. I know the other girls will never leave you alone. And Jackson … they deserve to be feel as good as you can make them feel.”
He leaned forward and kissed me, but it was not a tender fairytale kiss. For him, it was a moment of victory. For me, it a moment of relief. I felt like a bizarre marital weight had been lifted from my shoulders.
“It’s about time you said it,” Jackson said. “I tried to warn you.”
“I know you did,” I said, savoring his slow grind.
“The truth is, I’ve let you off easy,” Jackson said.
What the fuck was he talking about?
But with his dick moving in rhythmic circles and spreading heat across my midsection, it was hard to be mad.
Nevertheless, I asked him angrily, “What do you mean?”
“The fact is I own this pussy,” he said. “I’ve owned this pussy ever since the first night we met.”
No man had ever spoken to me like this!
“I respected your anger, but now I realize it was a mistake,” he said, circling and thrusting, circling
and thrusting. “I own this pussy, and from now on, I call the shots.”
I felt so mad, so disrespected, and … so fucking horny.
Jackson had picked up the pace while I was freaking out.
He was pounding me hard now, but instead of resisting, I was thrusting my hips up to meet him, desperate for his cock.
“Who owns this pussy?” Jackson yelled out.
I just fucked him harder, and I felt that subtle scratching of a deep itch, that first sign of a quaking vaginal orgasm, one that wouldn’t burst out of me for a few more minutes. A trickle to a stream to a goddamn river.
“Who owns this pussy?” Jackson demanded. And then, slamming my hips into him, I surrendered.
“Oh god, Jackson, you do! You’ve always owned this pussy!”
“That’s right, you fucking slut! Give me your pussy, give it to me hard. Show me how bad you want it!!”
And with that, he mostly stopped thrusting, standing firm and letting me do the work as I primitively thrust my cunt at him, determined to claim my orgasm.
God, I couldn’t believe how much this turned me on. He was putting me in my place, and I had never needed anything so badly.
“That’s it, you fucking slut, you’re a whore for my cock!”
“Oh god yes, I’m such a slut for your big dick! Make my pussy cum, Jackson!”
He held my hips to his body with an iron grip as I had a crazy cum all over his dick, my hips releasing layers of tension I didn’t even know I had.
I had never cried out of lust before, but I did now.
And it wasn’t over.
After Jackson let my hips down on the bed, he forced himself deep inside me again.
“Jackson, wait!” We always took it slow after a big cum, allowing my pussy to regroup and my tender clit to recover.
“No!” Jackson said. “You were about to squirt! I’m gonna make you squirt!”
“I’ve never squirted,” I told him … feeling annoyed and more than a bit sore.
“You’re going to squirt, I can tell!” Jackson laughed and pushed my legs back, deepening the angle.
“You don’t know that!” I said, starting to feel pleasure mixed with that sore irritability.
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