A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 19

"Fine with me," the young woman agreed as she led me into the living room.

When we were in front of the couch, I turned to sit down, but the blonde grabbed me around my neck and pulled me to her for another long, passionate, urgent kiss. After several seconds, Jessi kissed down my chin to my neck, then up to my ear.

"I hope you're in the mood for having your cock worshipped by your little slut, Mr. Warner," she whispered.

Before I could answer, Jessi kissed her way down to my chest, where she softly kissed, licked and sucked on my surprisingly sensitive nipples. After a few seconds of that, Jessi started kissing and licking lower, moving down my abdomen as she crouched down in front of me. When she reached the start of my pubic hair, she repositioned herself so that she was kneeling, then she looked up at me and smiled before she kissed the base of my penis, which had gone from soft to quite hard while she had been working her way down to it.

"I adore your cock, Mr. Warner," she told me before she started planting little kisses all over the shaft.

"It's so nice and hard and thick," she moaned as she pushed it up and licked the underside of it. "I love how the veins feel on my tongue, and the soft warmth of your skin over the hardness inside of it."

"Fuck, Jessi," I moaned. "You are fucking sexy."

"You like me down on my knees, serving you?" She asked between licks. "You like me worshipping your beautiful cock with my lips and tongue?"

"Yes," I admitted. "And I like you talking about it. I know it is wrong to want you to be like this, but it feels so good."

"Why is it wrong for you to want me like this," she asked before she wrapped her lips around my scrotum and gently suckled it.

I didn't say anything. I just enjoyed the sensations of her mouth softly tugging first one testicle, then the other while I tried not to think about all the things that troubled me about my young lover's sexuality. I did not want to worry about her age, or if I was going to hurt her, or if it was wrong to keep seeing both her and Jessika. All I wanted to do was enjoy what the beautiful and sexy blonde was doing.

"You didn't answer," Jessi pointed out a few seconds later when she released my scrotum. "What's wrong with...?"

"I feel guilty," I admitted, resisting the urge to make Jessi take my penis in her mouth just so I would not have to talk about it anymore. "I feel like I am taking advantage of you, and things that have happened to you, by letting you do things I know that you think make you a 'slut', or worse."

The blonde knelt back, locked her eyes on mine, and shook her head. Then, she smiled, leaned forward again, wrapped her lips around the head of my penis, and slid her lips down the whole length of my shaft. When she reached the base, she locked her eyes on me, and began moving her tongue against the underside of my erection.

I am not sure how long she stayed like that, but as my own breathing grew heavier, I began to worry that she could not breathe. I grabbed her hair to pull her away so she could breathe, but Jessi shook her head 'no', the movement of her head making me groan.

"Why are you doing...?" I started to ask as I began to wonder if this was hurting her.

Before I could finish my question, Jessi yanked her head back until my penis was free, then she leaned over while gasping for air.

"Are you okay?" I asked, kneeling down beside her.

"Yes," she croaked. "I haven't done it that long for... a while,"

"Why did you do it?" I asked her while she took deep breaths.

"Stand back up and I'll tell you," she replied.

I did not know at that point why she had asked me to stand back up, but I did so. The blonde immediately straightened up so she was again kneeling upright, locked her eyes on mine, took my penis in one hand, and leaned toward me and sucked the first couple of inches of it vigorously for several seconds.

"I did it because I wanted to show you how much of a slut I really am," she told me when she had pulled her lips from me again. "It's what I am. A slut who wants to please her man so much she will keep his cock down her throat until she can't breathe."

"But you are not... that, Jessi," I argued, only to have my words met with a long, intense stare.

"Yes, I am," she finally said. "I'm more than that too, if that makes you feel better, but that doesn't change that part of who I am is slut. Hell, when it comes to you, I'd say I am probably more nympho than slut."

"We need to stop this for now," I sighed, trying to ignore the fact that my penis was as hard as ever. "I do not think it is a good idea considering your mood."

"My mood is that I want to please my man," Jessi advised me. "And all you need to do is to relax and let it happen."

I cleared my throat, but I did not say a word as my blonde lover began licking up and down my erection again. Taking a deep breath, I gently pulled her face away from my shaft, then I leaned down and kissed her. Jessi seemed surprised at first, then she kissed me back for a couple of seconds before pushing my face away.

"I take it that is your approval for me to continue," she grinned.

"Yes," I agreed. "I know I should not let you, but I want you to... do... to... give... um..."

"You don't have to say it, Mark," Jessi assured me. "Just enjoy what I want to do for you."

I nodded, then took a deep breath as the young woman again started kissing along the length of my penis. I had mixed feelings on her departure from her norm of wanting me to tell her what I wanted her to do. One the one hand, it was easier for me not to have to say anything. On the other hand, I discovered that I was actually missing the use of graphic language to talk to her about what she was doing.

My pondering of my own reaction was put to an end when Jessi again swallowed my shaft to the base and held herself in that position. This time, I did not fight it, but she did not hold it as long either, and it was much easier for her to catch her breath when she slid her lips up to the tip of my penis again.

As the young woman looked at me, her blue eyes shining, I found I wanted more than the oral sex, incredible as it was. So, as she was about to go back down, I took her face in both of my hands and gently moved her back so that my penis fell free of her lips.

Jessi narrowed her eyes and stared first at my face, then at my hands as I held them out for her. Still looking at me quizzically, the blonde took my hands, and while I remained sitting, I drew her to her feet. I then placed my hands on her hips and pulled her toward me until I could lean forward and kiss and lick her labia and clit.

As I teased her with my tongue, Jessi moaned and ran her fingers through my hair, then said, "You don't have to do this, Mark. I was serious - I'm not expecting anything in return."

I pulled my face from her pussy, looked up at her, then lightly kissed and licked her abdomen, which quivered at the touch of my lips and tongue. I then moved up and licked and sucked on one firm nipple, then the other. At the same time, I slipped two fingers of my left hand into her pussy and pumped them in and out for a few seconds.

Suddenly, Jessi grabbed my left arm and pulled my fingers from inside of her. When they were free, the blonde grasped my wrist and brought my hand up to her face, then sucked the fingers covered with her juices into her mouth, staring at me while she did so. For my part, I continued to lick and suck her nipples, as well as giving an occasional playful nip to the white flesh of her breasts.

"Is it okay if I've changed my mind," she asked, breathless, after I pulled my fingers from her mouth.

"Sure," I assured her. "What do you have in mind?"

"Riding your hard cock until we both cum," she smiled.

"That would be acceptable," I told her, which caused her to laugh right before she kissed me.

While we kissed, first her tongue exploring my mouth, then mine exploring hers, Jessi climbed up onto my lap. She then positioned herself so that she was straddling me, spread wide, her knees on either side of my things.

My lover's hands were in my hair as she continued to kiss me, so I reached down and slipped the head of my erection between her labia. Once Jessi felt me in position, she slowly sank back down, engulfing me in the incredible tightness of her wet and warm pussy.

"I love it when you ride me, Jessi," I told her after breaking our kiss.

"I love it however we fuck," the blonde responded, then locked her lips on mine again as she began to rock forward and backward.

After that, we did not say anything else for some time. Jessi kissed me again, and we continued kissing as she went from rocking, to bouncing on my lap, to pushing herself up until just the tip of me was inside of her, then letting gravity bring her back down my shaft. However, soon her breathing, and to a lesser extent my own, grew heavy enough that we stopped kissing. Instead, my lover put her forehead against mine, and her vivid blue eyes locked on me with a primal intensity.

The feeling of her pussy was amazing, as always, but what was really exciting me was the raw passion of the moment. It was different from when I had been rough with her earlier. It was neither tender nor slow, but in a way it was more making love than what we had done prior. It was the two of us, as close together as we could be, molding together into one, feeling the pleasure of the other in our own pleasure. This was not the first time I had felt something like this with Jessi, but it was a much stronger sense of it than any time before. It was much more like the feeling of oneness that I had achieved with Jessika on a few occasions than it was like anything I had felt with Jessi before.

With a shake of my head, I pushed away thought of Jessika and concentrated on my younger lover. I ran my hands, which had been massaging Jessi's thighs and bottom as she pumped up and down on me, up her sides and then gently but firmly massaged her breasts. Jessi moaned and moved her hands from my shoulders to behind my head, running her fingers through my hair as she did so.

As I continued to play with her bosom, Jessi's breathing grew ragged, and her movements more urgent. Every few seconds she would moan or whimper and shut her eyes for a moment right before she would shiver, then she would again fix me with her intense gaze until the next shiver hit her.

"Are you going to... cum for me?" I asked, pushing my words out between heavy breaths.

The only answer from the blonde was a growl and a further increase in the tempo of both her movements and her breathing. It was only a few seconds later that her hands tightened in my hair and she moved her head down and buried her face against my shoulder as her body shook and muffled screams escaped from where her mouth was pressed against my skin.

I waited a heartbeat, wondering if her orgasm would be more normal than the one she had experience when I had taken her leaning over my table. I received my answer as her body grew rigid and her vagina clamped down rhythmically around my hard penis. After several seconds, Jess's body relaxed again, but her pussy continued to squeeze me for several seconds more.

When the spasms passed, I began to realize that the young woman slumped up against me was drenched with sweat, as was I. As I had not climaxed, I wondered if she would really be up for more, despite her assertions she was nearly always ready around me..

Jessi seemed to have been thinking along the same lines, because she suddenly pushed away from me, gave me quick smile, then slid off my lap and back down onto her knees, freeing my still hard shaft from her pussy as she did so. After another quick smile, she wrapped her lips around my obviously wet penis and began sucking on it hard and fast.

At first she did not take me all the way down, but after maybe a minute or so of concentrating on half my penis, she drove her face down all the way down it, then jerked it back up, only to force herself down faster. Well, it took probably less than half a minute of this before I grabbed her hair, held her head in place with about three inches or so of my penis in her mouth, and erupted.

Jessi closed her eyes when the first spurt of my semen filled her mouth, and I both felt and heard her sigh as my penis twitched with each successive spurt. Given that I had already climaxed several times over the past few days, there was relatively little volume, and I figured the blonde had easily swallowed it all. However, shortly after the last of my ejaculation dribbled out, she pulled her mouth from me, kneeled upright, looked up at me, and opened her mouth to show me she had collected it all there.

She had done this before, most notably during our first time together, but I was still struck by the image of it - my young lover showing me my semen filling her mouth, as if she was asking for my approval. After I stared at her a few seconds, I smiled, which must have been sufficient approval as the young woman closed her mouth, swallowed, then opened wide so I could see that it was all gone.

As Jessi knelt in front of me, her now empty mouth still open, I leaned forward, firmly took her face between my hands, and kissed her. She moaned and immediately kissed me back. When the kiss ended, Jessi climbed up onto the couch and snuggled up against me. I put my arm around her shoulder as she laid her head on mine and sighed contentedly.

***

Jessi and I fell asleep on the couch, and it was after 1:00am when I woke and then managed to half-carry the groggy young woman to my bedroom. After helping her lie down, I snuggled up against her and was asleep again in mere moments.

As I slept, I had a rather disturbing dream in which I was having sex with Amara, taking her from behind like I had done at the end of our threesome with Jessi. As I thrust in and out of her, we both stared at Jessi, who was standing naked about three feet away from us.

Then, without warning, Jessi was kissing another man, and they were now far out of our reach as Amara and I both reached out toward them. I was calling Jessi's name, and Amara was calling a name, and although I could not tell what name she was calling, I knew it was wrong.

When Jessi lay back on a bed that appeared out of nowhere and spread her legs for the man who was now naked as well, I tried to pull out of Amara and stand up so I could go and stop her. However, when I did so, found that Amara and I were strapped together and that I could not free myself from her. As I tried to undue the strap, Amara struggled to get out from beneath me while begging Jessi to stop as the man buried his erection inside the young woman and she moaned in pleasure...

I sat up, drenched in a cold sweat, breathing heavily, my heart pounding in my ears. I reached up and rubbed my hands on my face as I tried to calm myself, but each breath I took was a gasp for air.

"Mark, are you okay?" Jessi asked, sitting up beside me and rubbing my back.

"Yes," I croaked. "I just woke suddenly from an... intense dream."

"What was it about?" the blonde asked me, her voice soft and worried.

I turned to look at my young lover, and I understood at least part of the dream.

"Who is Trevor, Jessi?" I asked her, and at the sound of the name, her eyes widened.

"What... why... um, I don't... don't know... what..." she stammered.

"Yes you do," I said. "You told me you had not showered since being with Trevor, but that is not the name of Amara's boyfriend. I don't remember what it was, but I remember you and Amara talking about him, and Trevor was not the name used."

"Landon. His name's Landon," Jessi sighed, dropping her eyes.

"Who is Trevor?" I asked again.

"Trevor was Amara's first love," the young woman said, her eyes still downcast, her voice flat. "He was in my grade at school. When she was a sophomore and we were seniors, they were together most of the year, and she was... obsessed with him."

"What happened?"

"After graduation, he cheated on her," Jessi replied, glancing up at me briefly.

"With you?" I demanded.

"No," Jessi responded, shaking her head. "I never fucked him until Thursday night."

"But you were with Landon on Thursday," I pointed out. "Amara told me, and you admitted it as well."

"I went out and found Trevor afterwards," the blonde confessed, then she buried her face in her hands and started to cry.

I sat and stared at my younger lover, not sure what to do or say. Part of me wanted to comfort her, but another part of me thought it better to let her suffer. However, after a minute or so, my more compassionate thoughts won out and I put my arm around Jessi's shoulder, pulled her against me, stroked her hair, and kissed her head.

"I'd hoped you didn't notice," Jessi sniffed after her tears dried up. "When I said 'Trevor', I mean."

"I did not at first," I admitted. "But in the dream, Amara was calling out to man who was with you, and while I could not hear the name, I knew it was the wrong name. When I woke up, I put it all together."

I did not tell Jessi the rest of the dream, other than that Amara and I were trying to stop her from having sex with the man. Jessi shook her head, then looked at me with moist eyes, and I could see the plea in them. She wanted - no needed - me to tell her it was okay. And as I thought about it, I realized it was, at least as far as her actions with Amara's ex-boyfriend. I had already forgiven her for Landon, and Trevor was just an extension of the same thing. But that did not mean everything else was okay.

"You were not completely honest in your apology," I pointed out.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you everything after I slipped up," Jessi sniffled. "And I'm sorry I fucked him. I just wanted to hurt her. I know it was really wrong."

I sighed heavily, then kissed Jessi's head again. I started to open my mouth to speak, but Jessi had more to say.

"Trevor gave me the tequila," she said. "I was drunk when I left him. I have no idea how I made it home, like I told you before."

I was about to tell her that it had been a bad decision but there was nothing she could do about it now, when a new thought entered my head.

"Did you use a condom with either of them?" I asked.

The young woman pulled away from and glared at me.

"Did you when you fucked Amara? Or when you fuck Big Tits?" she snapped.

"No," I admitted. "But I have not been out just having sex with people while drunk out of my mind."

"Well, you'd already have anything Landon might have, since you fucked his whore," Jessi spat. "That wasn't my doing."

"And what about Trevor?" I pushed, ignoring her comments about my conduct with Amara.

"What about Jessika?" Jessi snarled.

"Jessika and I have been having sex as long as you and I have," I reminded her. "I know there is no problem there."

"What about the other guys she's probably fucking?" Jessi demanded.

"She has not been with anyone else," I replied, even though I realized I did not really know if that was true. "You have been with three other men, at least, since we have been together. It is something about which I should be at least concerned, I think."

"Then go get tested, Mark," Jessi suggested. "I'll do the same. And I'd like to point out that you've not worried about this before, or even asked me about birth control even though you cum inside me."

"I just assumed you were on the pill since you did not object or ask me to wear a condom," I told her.

"Pretty stupid for such a smart man, Mark," the blonde sneered. "And so typically a man, just assuming the girl has taken care of everything."

"You are not on birth control?" I blurted out, staring at her disdainful blue eyes.

"I am on 'Depo'," she informed me, her expression not softening at all. "I get a shot every three months. Haven't you wondered why I don't get my period?"