A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 06

As I stood rooted in place, unable to move or speak, the naked blonde dropped to her hands and knees and crawled to me. I could not tear my eyes away from the view of her hips as they swayed while she crawled, or the way her shapely breasts hung beneath her. By the time she travelled the few feet between us, my penis had grown rock hard.

As Jessi knelt upright in front of me, so that her face was level with my groin, I undid and pulled down my jeans, along with my underwear, so that my erection was now free. Without preamble, the blonde pulled my penis to her mouth and planted a kiss on the tip of it before sucking it deep into her expert mouth. Soon, her elfin nose was buried against my pubic hair after she took my entire erect penis inside her mouth and throat.

Jessi continued deep throating me for a couple of minutes, letting my penis almost all the way out before driving herself back down to the root of my manhood. Almost before I realized it was happening, I reached my climax and ejaculated down her throat. Well, the first couple of spurts went down her throat -- for the rest, she pulled back until only a couple of inches of my penis were in her mouth, and then she applied incredible suction to drain the rest of my semen from me.

When I was spent, the sexy blonde slowly let my now-overly sensitive penis slip from her lips. Then, as she had done the first time we were together, Jessi opened her mouth, showing me the contents. To my surprise, my penis responded to the sight of her tongue covered with my semen, and I could feel my arousal already building again. I actually groaned aloud when she made a big show of swallowing it all.

"Kiss me, please," she breathed when she was finished, the first words she had said to me since arriving.

I readily complied with her request. Leaning over, I took her face between my hands and kissed her long and deep, my tongue probing her mouth. When our kiss broke, the young blonde continued kneeling in front of me, her eyes closed, a smile gracing her delicate features. After a few moments, Jessi opened her eyes, locked them on mine, and lay back on the floor, her legs spread.

"Lick my pussy please, Mr. Warner," she begged, her hands now squeezing her perfect breasts as she looked up at me from the floor.

"Wouldn't you be more comfortable on the bed or the couch," I inquired, but the blonde vigorously shook her head even before I was finished with the question.

"No, Mr. Warner," she moaned. "Sluts get it on the floor, hard and dirty."

Believing that whatever was going on was something Jessi needed to do, I stripped off my clothes, got down on my knees, moved between her legs, and leaned forward until my face was mere inches from her shaven pussy. I could see that her labia, glistening with her own juices, were swollen with her arousal. Using my fingers to spread her open, I lowered my tongue to her engorged clitoris and began to lick. The slender blonde moaned and thrust her hips up at me. As she did so, I looked up at her and saw that she was pinching and twisting her own small, dusty pink nipples.

It took only a few minutes of licking and lightly sucking on her clit for Jessi to lift her hips off the floor as her body became rigid and her breathing grew heavy. "Oh fuck yes, Mr. Warner," she whispered before a long, low moan escaped her lips. Realizing she was in the midst of an orgasm, I slid my fingers inside of her pussy, felt it clamp down on them, and heard Jessi's moans intensify.

But rather than reducing or stopping my tongue's attention to her most sensitive of areas, I picked up speed instead. I knew from the last time that I had licked her to orgasm that I could keep going and pretty quickly bring her to a second. However, Jessi reached down, grabbed my hair, and moved my face away from her clit.

"Fuck me now, Mr. Warner," she pleaded. "Ram your cock inside of me!"

"Turn over," I growled, and the young woman immediately complied. She was now lying on her stomach on my living room floor. Reaching down, I firmly grabbed her hips and pulled her up so that she was up on her knees, although her chest and head were still on the floor. But since I wanted her up on all fours, I grabbed her soft, blonde hair and pulled her up by it until she had to use her arms to lift her torso off the ground.

When she was completely up on her hands and knees, I gave her small rear end a couple of swats before I moved her legs apart, giving me access to her vulva. Then, one hand still entwined in her blonde hair, I positioned myself behind her, pushing my erection to the entrance of her dripping pussy.

"Oh fuck yes, Mr. Warner. Violate your little slut's wet hole," she moaned.

I reached my hand up so that both of my hands were now in her blonde hair, and I thrust deep inside of her, making her yelp then moan.

"Oh God... oh God... it fucking feels so fucking good," she rasped, her breathing growing uneven. "Fuck!"

"That is what I am doing, slut -- fucking your tight little pussy," I snarled, and Jessi moaned and thrust her rear back against me. It was not until later, when I had time to reflect, that I was bothered by my own words and tone.

"Do you like how tight it is, Mr. Warner?" she breathed.

"Yes, Jessi. I love how tight you are," I admitted as I began to thrust in and out of her with increasing rapidity. "Do you like me pulling your hair while I fuck you like you are a little whore?"

"God yes!" she yelped as I pulled harder and twisted her blonde locks. "Yes, yes, yes, oh fuck yes."

I was now slamming into the slender young woman repeatedly, causing her whole body to shake each time I buried my shaft deep inside her wetness. Neither of us were talking now -- I was grunting with each thrust, and Jessi was grunting as I slammed into her, then moaning or whimpering as I pulled back.

"Oooooohhhhhh ffffffuuuuuucccccckkkkkk..." the now perspiration drenched blonde groaned, followed by a long moan that rose and fell as her body shuddered. After a few seconds, she went rigid and her tight pussy constricted around my shaft. I had intended to keep going when she climaxed, but I found I could not easily do so -- she was too tight.

I let her now damp hair fall from my fingers, as we stayed as we were: the blonde was on her hands and knees, her head hanging as she breathed heavily; I was above her, covered with sweat, my shaft buried inside her as spasms in her tight pussy rhythmically clamped onto my rock hard member. At that point, I remembered that the same thing had happened after the intense orgasm she experienced while riding me the first time we were together, and I was quite sure I would not be finishing inside of her pussy. I started to withdraw from her slowly, but doing so brought Jessi's full attention back to me.

"Stop, don't," she moaned. "Keep it in me, please."

I did as she asked, although I was not sure where we were headed with this. As her breathing came back under control, the spasms in her pussy lessened. Slowly, she began moving forward and then backward against me, and I was surprised to find she was still damp. I started to thrust in time with her, but she shook her head.

"No, let me do this," she said. "At least for right now. Okay?"

"Okay," I agreed, keeping myself still as she started again to move slowly forward and back.

"Tell me something really dirty you would like to do to me, Mr. Warner," she requested.

I was not sure what to say, but then the picture she had sent of her in her cat costume floated into my mind.

"Fuck you in your cat costume," I told her, prompting a low moan from the sexy blonde.

"My pussy or my mouth?" she asked, her voice quavering as she did so.

"Your mouth," I answered, before adding, "Both."

"Would you just ram it down my throat when you fuck my mouth, Mr. Warner?" she continued.

"Yes," I replied, and it was all I could do from grabbing her hips and thrusting into her, hard.

"Would you like to shove my head back against a wall while you fuck it?" she went on, taking it all another step further.

"Yes," I breathed, imagining her head held still against a wall as I thrust in and out of her soft, wet mouth. "Fuck yes."

Jessi moaned and began moving quicker. As she did so, I realized she was now wetter and not quite as tight. Still, I waited, figuring she would tell me when she wanted me to begin to thrust. Not only that, I was enjoying the feel of her pushing back against me, then pulling forward before again pushing back.

"Would you cum in a bowl and make me lick it up, like I was a cat and it was cream," she managed to ask between ragged breaths.

I remembered her text from several days back, telling me that she would lap up all the cream, and I really understood what she meant now. I had thought then that she just meant licking it off me. Now I realized she had meant actually drinking it from something. I almost climaxed just from the thought of that, but I managed to hold back.

"Yes I would, kitty," I breathed.

"Fuck me now, Mr. Warner," she moaned, and I needed no further encouragement.

I grabbed her hips and began ramming into her as hard as I could. At that point, I did not care if she experienced another orgasm -- I just wanted to climax inside her tight, warm pussy. And it did not take long. Probably less than a three minutes after I had taken over, I pushed as far inside her as I could and held her hips tight as I exploded.

I was breathing hard and was lost in my own pleasure, so I did not notice at first that the young blonde was herself in the throes of another orgasm. However, I felt the spasms around my now softening penis, and I realized that her rigid body was again covered with a sheen of sweat.

"Did you climax, Jessi?" I asked, wanting to make sure.

"Oh yes, I came," she whispered. "And I can't wait to do that for real -- licking up your cum from a bowl after you ravish my mouth."

"That... that made you... made you..." I stammered, suddenly self-conscious.

"Cum?" she supplied. "Yes, it made me cum. Well, that and your thick cock being slammed into me."

Realizing that I would soon be completely soft, I pulled my penis from the warmth of Jessi's pussy and stood up. The young blonde pushed herself up on her knees, then climbed to her feet as well, her back to me. I grabbed her hips, pulled her close, and then slid my hands up to her firm breasts, squeezing each as I began to kiss her shoulders.

"That was amazing, Jessi," I whispered in her ear.

"You were amazing, Mark," she replied, as she pushed her body back against me.

Then, slowly, Jessi pulled away from me, turned around, and threw her arms around my neck before drawing me in for a kiss. I placed my hands on her small but shapely derriere and drew her tightly against me again.

"I like your choker," I told her, when we had surfaced from a long kiss.

"It is a collar and you know it, Mr. Warner," she teased.

"I like your collar," I corrected myself.

"You like your sluts in collars, do you?" she asked, grinning.

"Oh yes," I teased her back. "Especially when the collar labels the slut as such."

Jessi dropped her eyes, and I saw the red creep into her cheeks, but I could also see she was smiling.

"I need to go clean up," she announced, suddenly pulling away from me.

She grabbed her duffle bag from where she had set it near the entryway of my house, then asked, "Where is your bathroom?"

I pointed out the guest bathroom to Jessi and then watched her walk away, her bare bottom a mesmerizing vision.

About fifteen minutes later, I was dressed in sweats and Jessi emerged from the bathroom dressed as one of Santa's elf -- if that elf had been moonlighting as a prostitute. A green, white fur-trimmed bikini barely covered her modest breasts, and a tiny green miniskirt was just long enough to cover her smoothly shaven pussy. Long, red and green striped stockings came up to her mid-thigh, leaving a strip of white flesh between the hem of the skirt and the top of the stockings. On her head, the blonde wore a novelty elf hat, complete with pointed ears. The collar was gone, but I did not really miss it given what she was wearing now.

"Wow," I managed as my eyes devoured her.

The sexy blonde elf smiled and then turned in a circle. Only a pair of tied strings held her bikini top together in the back. I also noticed that her short skirt did not fall low enough to hide the bottom of her shapely butt. Against all expectations, the sight of her caused my penis to stiffen almost immediately, and I heard my own respiration grow more rapid.

"Let's decorate that tree, Mark," she smiled, her eyes lingering on mine, and for the first time since I had met her, I did not find her overlong stare even a little bit disconcerting.

After I made a couple of sandwiches (the dinner I had planned would have taken too long, so we decided to skip it), we started in on the tree. We had been decorating it for nearly an hour when I could not take it any longer. During that time, we had laughed, flirted, and "accidently" touched each other several times. But what finally did it for me was when Jessi leaned over to retrieve a hook she had dropped and her skirt rose up enough I could clearly tell she was not wearing even a thong. I set down the box of ornaments I was holding, moved behind her, lifted her skirt all the way, and massaged her now bare, white bottom.

"If you do that now, Mr. Warner, we won't finish the tree," she scolded me, but she remained bent over, and she did not resist when I moved my fingers between her legs and up into her pussy.

"You are wet, Jessi," I told her as I reached my other hand around to her chest, pushed up her skimpy top, and squeezed one of her perky breasts. When I brought the fingers that had been playing with her wet pussy up to her lips, she slowly licked them clean, moaning as she did so.

I was so turned on that I thought about taking her right there, or maybe pushing her up against the wall, but I wanted to face her rather than do it again from behind. I withdrew my hands, and the sexy blonde straightened up and faced me. It looked like she wanted to kiss me, but I ducked down, lifted her off her feet, and threw her over my shoulder.

"Mark," she cried as I carried her to the bedroom, dropped her on my bed, pushed up her skirt, and buried my face in her wet pussy.

"You can't just keep picking me up and throwing me on the bed whenever you want to lick me, Mr. Warner," she chided me.

In the heat of the moment, I had not remembered that I had done the same thing to her our first time together, but her words brought it back to me. As I thought about that, it occurred to me that several parallels existed, some of which I had noticed and some of which I had not, between that night and tonight.

"Don't stop though," Jessi complained, and I realized that I had been so distracted by my realization that I had stopped licking her.

"Sorry," I mumbled, and I again set my tongue to her sensitive clit, causing her to moan and grasp my hair in her hands, but I began thinking about how I might break away from another repeat of that first night.

"Scoot up the bed," I told her, and as she did so, I climbed between her legs.

As I positioned myself to enter her, I leaned forward and kissed her. Then, with one thrust, I was buried inside her. Jessi yelped and then stared at me, her eyes blue flames.

"Fuck me, Mr. Warner," she growled, and I was happy to comply.

I straightened up so that I was kneeling between her legs. Grabbing each ankle, I split those slender legs wide and began pounding my shaft into her wet pussy. Jessi continued to stare at me as she grabbed her breast with her left hand and reached down with her right hand to rub her clitoris. As I watched her finger herself with one hand and torture her breasts and nipples with the other, I pushed her legs even wider apart, my thrusting increasing in tempo and force. Soon, Jessi began rubbing her clit faster as she bucked her hips against my thrusts. Her other hand had dropped from her breast and was now clutching the sheet beside her.

"Harder, harder," she begged. Then her eyes fluttered closed, and the sexy blonde let out an undulating moan. Next, a shudder ran through her body before her muscles tensed and her right hand fell to her side.

I did not slow down at all, even as I saw her face flush and felt her pussy tighten around me. Suddenly, her eyes flew open and she emitted a surprised grunt before she shuddered and tensed again, her mouth open, almost inhuman moans the only noise issuing from between her parted lips. And still, I kept her legs spread wide and continued moving in and out of her unrelentingly, even as more vaginal spasms gripped my shaft.

Just as the pretty blonde had begun to relax and had closed her eyes again, they snapped back open, and she twisted the sheets in both hands as several shudders ran through her slender yet feminine frame.

"Fuck!" she screamed. Her eyes rolled back, and she arched her neck and whimpered until the shuddering subsided.

"Fuck," she repeated as she went limp beneath me.

As she lay still, the young blonde's pussy was still spasmodically tightening around me. However, since she was also still plenty lubricated, I did not let off. I was starting to get too close, and I knew if I stopped I might not be able to orgasm at all until later. I did decide I wanted to change my position somewhat, so I let go of Jessi's ankles and dropped her slender legs before leaning forward so that my arms were on either side of her. My hair was so soaked with sweat that some dripped on the equally sweaty blonde beneath me, but I continued to drive into her hard.

Jessi, her eyes still closed, suddenly bucked beneath me as she moaned hoarsely, then her body tensed yet again. This time was too much for me, and a few more thrusts were all I needed to reach my own climax inside of her. I was surprised at the strength of my own orgasm, although I did not think I really ejaculated all that much. After I finished, I had to roll off of Jessi because my arms suddenly felt weak, and I did not want to collapse on top of her.

As I lay beside the young woman, I tried to catch my breath -- I had not even realized how winded I was until I had stopped. I also listened to Jessi's breathing regularize from a ragged panting to rhythmic, deep breathing. For a few seconds, I wondered if she had passed out, but then she turned her head toward me, reached out, and ran her fingers along my cheek.

"What... was... that...?" she managed to say between deep breaths.

"I think you may have had an orgasm," I teased her as I reached out to her face and brushed back a few strands of damp blonde hair. She closed her eyes and smiled.

"Had... four..." she corrected me, her eyes still closed.

"Or maybe... maybe... on big... long one..." she reconsidered.

I turned on my side, kissed Jessi's lips softly, and rolled her over so that her back was facing me. I then snuggled up close behind her, as we had done when I stayed overnight at her apartment. With one hand I played with her damp hair as I rubbed her side with the other.

"Don't know if it was one or four," she murmured.

"Does it really matter as long as it felt good," I asked her, which prompted what sounded like a satisfied sigh from the blonde woman lying beside me.

"Only so I can tell you what I want when I want you to do it again," she whispered sleepily.

I few seconds later, after I thought she had gone to sleep, she mumbled something that sounded like, "It's not right, Mr. Warner. You can't make one equal four and four equal one. The numbers won't like that. It is not who they are."

"What Jessi?" I asked softly, as I was unsure what exactly she had said, but she did not respond. She had really fallen asleep.