“I know…but I’m worried I might not let you go.” He kissed my neck, leaving a trail of wetness. The zipper loosened, and the dress dropped to the floor. His hands were on my upper arms, rubbing, feeling, and pressing into the skin. “Do you understand?”
“I-I think so.”
“No. You don’t.” My breasts were in his hands being held up, the weight measured in each palm. “Jesus fucking Christ, you’re gorgeous.”
“Thank you.” I turned to kiss him, our tongues battling sensuously. “Oh, Joseph.”
“It’s just Joe.”
“Then I’m just Jess.”
“That’s a lotta of J’s.”
“If you say so,” I giggled. He pulled me towards the bed. “What about you? You have so many clothes on.”
He tossed his jacket aside and undid his tie. “That’ll be remedied shortly.”
I let my panties drop to my feet, kicking them away. “I don’t look like Carmen down here. I have too much hair.”
He shook his head. “You’re perfect.”
His praise pleased me endlessly. I sat on the bed waiting, impatient for him to be naked. He unbuttoned his shirt, the material revealing a toned chest covered in masculine hair. His stomach was taut and his thighs were firm. The pants dropped to the floor, followed by silk boxers.
“You seem to like what you see.”
“I do.”
“You sure you don’t want a younger guy?”
“No.”
He leaned over me. “It’s not too late to run. If there’s something you don’t like, you’ll tell me, right?”
I touched his shoulders, feeling their heat. “Oh, just kiss me, Mr. Hollander. Please.”
Whatever shyness I had felt was a distant memory. The sight of him naked, and that particular look in his eye, had my pussy throbbing with arousal. His cock, which was jutting, looked deliciously wicked, and I couldn’t wait to touch it and explore every inch. There wasn’t anything even remotely scary about him. He sat on the bed, and our lips met. Eager tongues thrust and parried, entwining with need. I gripped his shoulders, my fingertips digging into his flesh.
He moaned against my mouth. “Oh, Jess.”
I touched his chest, feeling the beating of his heart, strong and rhythmic. I’d never explored a man before, and I was bursting with curiosity to map out the alien terrain. I knew a woman’s body like the back of my hand, but this was a naughty mystery that had yet to be revealed. He held my breasts, picking them up, his thumbs rubbing over my nipples.
“Omm…” It felt so good to be touched like this.
Our mouths fused for long moments, tongues meeting and thrusting. The kiss was more perfect, not too wet or too aggressive. He took his time plundering me, the slick feel of his tongue renewed the tingles in my tummy; my insides felt like they were going to explode with pleasure. A creamy sludge dampened my pussy, the lips feeling swollen and throbbing. A manly hand drifted over my belly, massaging and rubbing the skin, going even lower. He slid between my legs, cupping my mound.
“Honey…you’re so wet.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, partially out of embarrassment. “I get that way. I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry for.”
His finger sunk into my swollen folds. “Oohh…” Whenever Carmen touched me, I seemed to lose my mind to lust. Tonight would be no different. I loved the feel of another person’s hand stroking my pussy. It was naughty and utterly decadent being fingered and caressed. “Oh, my God, Joe!”
He kissed me, while his finger slid in and out, making squishing sounds. I wrapped my hand around his cock, feeling the hard length of him. My thumb rubbed over the rounded tip, displacing fluid. He was leaking!
“Oh, honey, Jess…”
His beard chafed, but I loved it. He was so gentle and enticing, nothing like Stuart had been in the garden. I wasn’t threatened in the least. On the contrary, I wanted so much more than what he offered. The feel of his finger in my cunt, massaging the silken passage, was enough to drive me off the cliff…but it wasn’t enough.
“Suck my pussy, Mr. Hollander.” He murmured something inaudible, groaning. I massaged his cock, enjoying the feel of it in my hand, but I wanted to taste him. “Oh, never mind.” I pushed against him, and he fell to the bed. Then I took what I wanted, wrapping my lips around his head, which elicited a lengthy groan. The taste was decidedly salty. I had never given head before, yet I knew I should be somewhat gentle and refrain from biting. With this in mind, I sucked, sinking my cheeks in with each pull.
“Ooohh…yes…”
He seemed to enjoy this treatment, his groans filling the room. He continued to drive a finger into my folds, massaging me to even greater wetness. I felt the effects on my inner thighs, which were cold with wet. I nibbled around the edges of the crown and then sucked again, trying to get him further into my mouth. I gagged and withdrew, repeating this over and over. I alternated between swallowing and licking the veined length, my tongue running all the way to his mound, which was smattered with sparse hair.
“God…honey…”
Saliva ran down the shaft, pooling at the base, but I continued to administer to him, listening to the sounds of pleasure that tore from his throat. His thumb ran over my clit, and I moaned. The sensation set off a firestorm of desire, my body tensing and throbbing. My clitoris had always been ultra sensitive. I had experienced orgasm before just by wearing jeans that were too tight. He wouldn’t stop rubbing me, and without knowing it; he’d brought me right to the edge.
I pushed the hand away. “You have to fuck me,” I breathed. “Omigod! Right now, Mr. Hollander.”
Chapter Nine
I’d shocked him with this outburst, but I was serious. He moved to lower on me, but I grabbed him. “I’m gonna cum. I wanna cum with you inside me.” My fingertips dug into his shoulders urging him on. “Please.” He shifted, settling between my legs.
“It’s your first ti—”
“Yes! But I don’t care. I…oh, please. Please fuck me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice sounded strained.
“You won’t.” I lifted my ass off the bed. “Oh, God please…”
With one fluid thrust, he was buried deep. I was hardly able to process the intrusion, because I bit into his shoulder just as the first wave hit, sending me spiraling into oblivion. “OH-YES-OH, GOD YES!” I shuddered beneath him, the muscles in my pussy contracting with each pleasurable pulse, squeezing his cock.
“Jesus, Jessica,” he murmured.
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” he laughed.
“We can do it again…real soon.”
He lay beside me. “I’m all wet. Did you pee?”
This was mortifying. “I…I sometimes squirt.”
His eyes crinkled around the edges when he smiled. “Like I said. Full of surprises.”
“I don’t know why that happens.”
He moved a strand of hair out of my face. “It’s fine. It’s natural.”
“You don’t think I’m a freak, do you?”
“No, honey. I think you’re terrific.” He kissed my forehead.
I’d had a cock inside of me, and it hadn’t even hurt. My pussy throbbed with the aftereffects of the orgasm, but I knew I wanted more. I could cum over and over in a night, as I had proven with Carmen, and I hoped Mr. Hollander had enough stamina in him to satisfy me.
I leaned over, grabbing his penis. “Let’s start again.”
“If that’s what you want. You sure were easy.” He noted my expression. “I mean, not like a floozy or anything. I mean…easy to orgasm. Are you always so…easy?”
“It doesn’t take much.”
His look was considering. “You’re a revelation.”
The only revelation I new about was in the Bible. “Is that good or bad?”
“It’s good.”
He liked me. I could feel the attraction radiating off of him in waves. “You�
��re so hard.” Wetness oozed out of the little slit. “What’ll we do with this?”
“Anything you want. It’s all yours.”
“Do you want me to suck it?”
“I’d love that.” I took him in my mouth, massaging him with my tongue. “Oh, honey.” His hand drifted to my pussy, which was soaking wet. “You’re so amazing.”
I worked him aggressively, getting the length down my throat and gagging in the process. He was rubbing me in such a way; the sensitive nub of my clit began to buzz with arousal. “Oommm...good…”
“You should lay back, so I can taste you. I bet you’re delicious.”
“If that’s what you want.”
“You won’t squirt all over my face, will you?”
“That normally only happens once.”
“What a shame.” He slid down my body, kissing his way along my tummy. “You’re such a pretty girl. Seeing you with Carmen last night bothered me immensely.”
“It did?”
“You kissed, and her hand was down your shirt. I was totally turned on.”
“I like Carmen.”
He settled between my thighs. “You’re a dirty girl.”
I gasped, “I am?”
He nodded and then licked me, which forced the thought right out of my head. I collapsed onto the bed and stared at the ceiling, spotting a small water stain. “Oh, my God!” This was not Carmen’s gentle approach. He devoured me, lapping at my dripping slit, rubbing his rough beard against my mound, and thrusting a lengthy tongue in deep. “Oh, Mr. Hollander!” I threaded my fingers through his hair, holding him close. “Ooohh…” He nudged my clit with his thumb, sending streams of liquid lust through me.
“You taste like heaven, Jess.” His saliva ran down my buttcrack.
“Oh, God, don’t stop.” I sounded winded and drunk, but I didn’t care. “It’s so good.”
“I’ve hardly spent any time in this virgin pussy.”
I reached for him. “Then do it now. Put your cock in me.”
“Get on your hands and knees.”
“Oohh…that sounds good.” I scrambled to my knees, thrusting my bottom into the air. “Like this?”
His hand was on my cheek. “Yes, exactly like that.” He came in behind me. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, please.” I clutched the comforter, as he prodded me with the engorged tip, opening my swollen lips. “Oh, yes!” He begged entrance and slid partially inside. There wasn’t any pain what so ever, only intense bliss. I arched my back, lifting my ass. “More. Gimme more.”
His hands were on my hips. “You’re a naughty virgin, Jess.”
“You’re a bad daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!” He plunged to the hilt, his balls slapping my pussy. “Oh, that’s it. Ooohh…”
“You dirty girl.” His voice sounded strained.
“Fuck me!”
The feel of him moving back and forth, massaging me intimately was heavenly. There was an inkling of discomfort, but it was soon forgotten as other more pleasurable feelings emerged. I withstood the sensual onslaught gratefully, taking every inch of him, and then some. He began to thrust harder, and I matched him in the rhythm that was our joining.
“Oh, God, yes!”
I tingled everywhere, even my ears buzzed with the mounting storm that built with each plunge. Why I had waited so long to have sex was beyond me. I had denied myself the ultimate pleasure, and I would not continue on like that. When I went home, I wouldn’t be the same Jessica. My parents would just have to get over it.
“Oh, God, Jess, honey. It’s so tight.”
“I’m so close, Joe. Harder. Fuck me harder!” He grasped my hips and hammered me with punishing thrusts, but it was exactly what I needed. I could feel him all the way in my belly. “Acchhh! It’s so good! Oh my-fucking-God!” I shuddered then, utterly impaled and shaking uncontrollably. Having my pussy filled to the brim escalated each and every sensation, heightening the experience. He drove in and out slowly, until the last little spasms drifted away. I collapsed on the bed and drew in a ragged breath. “That was so good.”
He held his cock. “I’m in the same situation as before. You’re starting to worry me.”
I grabbed for him, giggling, “Sorry.”
“Never say that again when we’re in bed together. You can have fifty orgasms. A hundred. I don’t care.” His grin was so adorable, making him appear youthful and carefree. “If you suck it, I’ll pop.”
“I bet you will.” I wanted to taste his sperm. Curiosity spurred me on to take him deep, gagging on the length. The constriction of my esophagus stopped him.
“Oh, honey.” I glanced up while I sucked, making eye contact. He looked pained yet happy, his mouth slack, while his jaw worked from side to side. “Oh, Jesus…” He tasted salty, and he smelled musky like my pussy. “Jess…baby…” He pulled himself from my mouth, while I held out my tongue. “I’m gonna cum all over that pretty face.” The first stream of milky release squirted thickly onto my tongue. The second was thinner and clearer in color. There was so much of it; it dribbled out of the corners of my mouth to my breasts. I closed my lips around him, as he continued to cum, filling me with an overwhelmingly salty flavor. It was an effort to swallow and far tangier than I thought it would be. He groaned repeatedly, his fingers massaging my scalp. A look of satiety softened his face. “That’s so nice.”
I swallowed and grimaced. “It tastes weird.”
“You need some water?”
“No. I’m okay.”
“Come here.” We snuggled together, the sounds of the party continuing outside. I had completely forgotten about it. People were probably looking for us. He kissed my forehead. “I’m going to enjoy this summer for once.”
I glanced at him, melting. “You are?” I would too, now that I thought about it.
“I’m going to explore every little inch of your body.”
“Oh, yeah?” He nodded. “I’d like that.”
“What about you and Carmen?”
I shrugged. “I like her.”
“I wonder how she’ll take it?”
“She knows. I think Constance knows too.”
“My marriage isn’t typical. We live in the same house, but we haven’t been together in years.”
“That’s what Carmen said.”
“I…wish…”
“You wish what?” I leaned over him, greatly interested in what he had to say.
“I wish this wouldn’t end.”
“It won’t.”
“It will. You’re going to school at some God-awful college.”
“I don’t really wanna go there.”
“Then don’t.”
“I don’t have a lot of choices.”
“Come live with us.”
“What?”
“Move in with us. With Constance and Carmen. Go to school with Carmen.”
“In the city?”
“Yes.”
Excitement raced through me. “I…can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“My parents would flip. I can’t afford NYC tuition.”
“I’ll help pay. I’ll talk to your parents. They let you come here for a month. Why wouldn’t they let you go to a first-rate school?”
“Constance would never go for it.”
He shrugged. “What the fuck would she care? She does her thing; I do mine.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“What would people say? They’d talk.”
“They’d think you’re an exchange student or something. What does it matter? You like Carmen, she likes you; I like you. It’s a win, win situation.”
The door to the room opened. “I knew it! You are so busted.” It was Carmen. She tossed her mask on the floor and jumped on the bed. “It smells like sex.”
Joseph covered himself with a sheet. “Haven’t you ever heard about knocking?”
“
Like you knocked this morning?” He looked vaguely penitent. “You’re missing the party. Roberta’s roaring drunk, and she’s singing Karaoke.” She leaned in. “Kiss me, lover.” I touched her soft lips, and she licked me with her tongue. “You taste like sperm.”
Omigod! This is so awkward!
“I’ve asked Jessica to move in with us.”
“Whoa. Like at home, after the summer?” He nodded. “What did she say?”
“She hasn’t said anything yet.”
Carmen’s eyes sparkled. “That’d be so amazing, if you came to the city. I’ll share my room with you.”
This had to be the strangest situation I had ever gotten myself into. The two people on the bed were my lovers, and they were related! Weird! “Um, I’m thinking about it. My parent’s are gonna freak.”
“Yeah, they will.”
“It’s up to Jessica,” said Joseph. “If she wants to go to school in the city, she can.”
“I haven’t been accepted to any of those schools.”
“That can be worked out.”
Carmen put her arms around me. “It would be so awesome, if you came to live with us.” Her face was in my neck. “I get to sleep with these boobies every night.”
I stared at Joseph, feeling an overwhelming sense of tenderness for him and for Carmen. “You people are crazy.”
He nodded, smiling. “We are.”
“What if it doesn’t work out?”
“Then you do what you want.” He touched my face. “You’re a little slice of heaven, Jess. Can you blame me for wanting to take you home?”
Carmen’s hand brushed against my breast. “She has a month to make up her mind. We should do whatever we can to persuade her.”
“If you keep touching her like that, I’ll get jealous.”
“Shut up, dad. You’re gonna have to learn how to share.”
“I’ve never been good at that. Who says I won’t sleep with those boobies every night?”
She appeared indignant. “You can borrow them, but they have to come home.”
“You’re a bunch of weirdos.”
“Yes, we are,” laughed Carmen. “Now you know the truth.”
I hugged her. “I’ll think about it.”
Joseph’s hand was on my thigh. “Honey, can you give Jess and I a couple of minutes? We’ll be down in a bit.”
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