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Click hereHe eased his grip on her head, but kept her there for a moment, his passive organ still taking up serious space in her mouth. 'Lick me clean,' he ordered softly, letting her go.
Mary-Jane emptied her mouth with relief, her throat still hot from the sticky stream that had cascaded down it. She ran her tongue around the spermy head of Joe's still bobbing cock; the taste was of corn-flour, she thought distractedly. 'Suck me some more.' She did, guzzling intently on the bulged end and extracting a few more drops of cum. But the penis did not turn slack as she had expected. It had lost the merest edge of hardness after its ejaculation, but had retained virtually all its size, and as she sucked, it swelled fully erect once more, reasserted itself, as if primed to pump her throat all over again.
Then she felt herself prised off him, so that his member bounced gently before her. He raised her to her feet and cupped her face in his hands, kissing her softly on the forehead. 'Good girl,' he said. 'You're a quick learner.' He breathed deeply and stared meaningfully into her eyes. 'And now Mary-Jane - now I'm going to fuck you properly.'
TO BE CONTINUED...
ALL FEEDBACK APPRECIATED
It is anatomically impossible to breathe through your nose if something is lodged in your throat since both the oral and nasal passages are confluent with the throat which is the only path for air to reach the lungs.
This is why someone can choke to death when a foreign body, whether it be food, cock or something else, is stuck in one's throat. That is why the Heimlich Manuever is needed in the case of food or a good strong sharp set of teeth in the case of a cock that shouldn't be there except by the invitation and control of the cock sucker in real life.
Believe me few if any males can come up with the masochistic dreams of females.
Not the kind of men I know, thank god.
Tough guy, girl designed, let the little lady dance on your face, sit on your nose till you almost die--
Good BOY!
Now behave from now on--
GIRLS RULE! Yeah!
Btw--my fav writer--a guy--is NOT into submissive females.
Which shows the difference between males and females.
Who is respected and whose sexual "organ" is treated with respect.
Who--us--females--is considered inferior.
(Oh--females are ALWAYS dirty. Men made us this way. Just like white men created "niggers.")
Except for males in my immediate family and very special males I think are--special males--
I frankly do not like men. And reading this story just makes me more sure of this. It like my father hitting me in the face with his belt buckle. HITTING ME IN THE FACE WITH HIS BELT BUCKLE. I don't want any male near my face.
I'm just a baby.
I mean it--
suck and fuck rhyme--
and maybe sucking is even more--
than fucking?
Don't ask me--
(some) poets are perverts
because if I thought the girls and women I admire so much would admire me for behaving as the female lead does in this story, I'd at least say, "I imagined it!"
But I can't any longer say I came to it. It's a bad taste in my mouth--men dominating women. And I'm sorry--I think. It's just a fantasy.
Maybe the women I admire would admire me more if I responded lasciviously to this story. Then I'd give up my--politics to please them?
Don't ask me. I'm completely confused.
I LOVE BEING CONFUSED!
This story is probably the hottest thing I've ever read, I love your male protagonist's thoughts... searingly, impossibly erotic...
This one made me clench inside. This was just delicious. Thank you, and looking forward to Ch 2!!!
Damn, no matter how many times I read this and the second chapter it still gets me so hot and wet. I can so imagine being Mary-Jane, a good girl being made to be so very bad - a plaything. You have a real talent!
It’s a rare treat to read such a well written story. Although this genre is not what I usually read, I will read chapter 2. I, also, look forward to reading your other stories.
Such detail in this story...it's sometimes lacking from the world of Literotica, lots of whams and bams, but hardly is there ever a 'thank you, maam.' You put that thank you in there, and I appreciate it...
I totally get that she isn't a fighter...she isn't the usual woman. She's...she's abnormal in this sense, and she's SO innocent, she's SO pure, SO naive, that of course, she isn't going to think about allll the horrible things that this possible Jack the Ripper could do. She's aware that those things are out there, but...but she's been waiting for this. Her whole life, THIS has been what she's wanted, from a sexual encounter, and now that it's happening, well...time to make the most of it, right? But, yeah. Good shit.
(I had to take a couple time-outs while reading this one). I'd like to time travel to 1979 so that Joe could fulfill my fantasy of a proper reluctance fan deflowering. You have a masterful ability to slow down the sex to a play-by-play using all senses allowing the reader to embody the character instead of voyeuristically watching. I absolutely get it now.
I agree that M-J's fear was lacking and I thought the story could have been shortened and still maintain its quality. But the story was so well-written, grammatically and structurally, that I read it all the way through anyway. I enjoyed the description and the intelligence with which it was written and, I admit, it did the trick for me.
Brilliantly done Jay. A true reluc masterpiece, with just the right amount of resistance from the 'heroine'. I eagerly anticipate further chapters.
Maybe a bit unrealistic in her consent. While it was clear from your excellent writing that she too was horny, she did not show adequate fear of the situation. She was being raped! She was totally out of control of the situation. She only had his promise that she would go home that night. She should have been fearing for her life. More fear would have made it 110%.