A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 30

To my surprise, at least a little, Jessi pulled all the way off me. I thought about telling her to take me back in her mouth, but at that point, I did not want this to devolve into me taking control. So, I said nothing and was rewarded when she started licking up and down my shaft with considerable enthusiasm.

"You like my tongue on your dick, Mark?"

"Yes."

"Did you like it when I licked your balls with your cock down my throat?"

"Yes."

"Would you like me to suck them now? Your balls, I mean?"

"God yes," I moaned, resisting pushing her toward them.

Jessi grinned, then sucked my scrotum into her mouth. She had done this before, but usually briefly, This time, she unhurriedly alternated between sucking on each testicle, all while her tongue moved against my hairy skin. Part of my mind worried it must be unpleasant for her, but most of it concentrated on the pleasurable sensations from her efforts.

"Did you like that," she asked, eyes eager for approval.

"Fuck yes," I said, which made the blonde shudder and reach a hand toward her groin. However, she rested it on her slender thigh instead.

"Are you aroused, Jessi?" I asked just as she was poised to slip her soft lips around my penis once more. A nod and a whimper were her only responses.

"Do you want to finger yourself while you give me head?"

Another nod, this one more emphatic and accompanied by a soft moan, followed my question.

"You do not need my permission, but you want it, right?"

"Yes," the blonde whispered, her eyes now pleading. "Please."

"Jessi, you may masturbate while you suck my cock."

The young woman shuddered again, then spread her knees apart, revealing her glistening labia before she shoved her hand between her legs.

"Fuck my mouth, Mark. Fuck it hard."

I hesitated, wondering if it was the right time for that, given our earlier conversation. But then Jessi's request that I not overthink things popped into my head. Sure, I could have told her I did not want this, but that was not true. I wanted very much to do as she asked, I was just worried that I should not do so. And that kind of mental trap was exactly what Jessi had wanted me to avoid.

"Don't make your little slut beg, Mark," she whined.

"What if I want to hear you beg," I asked, somewhat surprising myself.

A grin flashed across Jessi's face, only to replaced by a pleading look.

"Please fuck my mouth, Mr. Warner. Ram your cock down my throat while I make myself cum. Use me as your fucking slut. Please."

It was my turn to nod as I grabbed her had in both hands and shoved it toward my erection. The young blonde opened wide, but then I felt resistance. I stopped pushing.

"Is everything okay?" I asked her.

"Fuck yes," she breathed, her gaze intense. "I just wanted to ask you to talk dirty to me while you fuck my face. Call me names and shit. And you don't have to call me 'cunt' unless you want to. Not today."

"Shut up and suck my cock, cunt," I snarled, shoving her head so hard that the head of my penis was halfway engulfed in her mouth before I was done speaking.

Jessi moaned around my cock, then started bobbing up and down, and I realized that she was so worked up she was not going to wait for me to take control. I used her hair to still her movements, then I began to thrust into her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes.

Without any warning, Jessi's free hand clamped on my thigh as the one that had been moving between her legs with almost frantic energy came to a sudden halt. In that same moment, her eyelids fluttered and her face flushed.

"Are you coming, slut?" I asked her, not altering my own movements.

The blonde nodded and whimpered around my shaft, eyes squeezed closed. I thought about stopping until her climax subsided, but I took the opposite tack, increasing both the force and tempo of my thrusts. My lover moaned louder, then her body shook for a few seconds before becoming rigid again.

"Did you come again?"

My lover nodded once more, and that was too much for me, even though only a couple of minutes at the most had passed since I took control of the blowjob.

"I am going to come. Do you want it in your mouth or on your face?"

Jessi did not react for a few heartbeats, then she pushed back against my grip with some force. I immediately let up, and she pulled her lips off me.

"On my face and tits, please," she rasped, her chest rising and falling with each deep breath.

Her words were all I needed to bring about my own climax. I aimed the first two spurts of semen at her pretty face. The first landed on her forehead and the bridge of her nose. The second hit her lips and chin as I moved my aim lower. The third shot onto her neck and the fourth left a streak on her left breast. The rest started dribbling onto the floor before Jessi grabbed my penis and pushed it against her right breast. Not much was left, however, and only a little seeped out onto her pale skin even with her hand working to pump everything out.

"You look beautiful," I told her, enjoying watching the semen on her face start to slide down from where it had landed, including a drop that was starting to form on her chin. "Do you want help, or are you want to let it dry?"

"I've got it," Jessi said, then put on a show of using her fingers to scoop up the mess before licking them clean.

"You missed a spot," I told her, reaching for the drip on her chin. But before I could get to it, it dropped onto her chest and slid between her breasts.

Jessi grinned at me, then grabbed my still semi-rigid shaft and rubbed it between her small, round, perfectly shaped breasts. With a gleam in her bright blue eyes, she licked and sucked my penis clean before using it to clean up the rest of the semen on her chest. This time, she did not quit sucking on my shaft when it was clean. Instead, she continued until I was once again fully erect.

"So, how about you fuck me?" she suggested when she had let me slip from her sexy lips.

"Bed or floor."

"Floor. I've told you before that sluts get it on the floor, nice and hard."

"You have," I agreed. "I'm guessing they get it on their hands and knees quite a bit too."

"Oh yes," she grinned. "Sluts like to be used doggy style."

"Then down on all fours, slut," I laughed, amazed at how at ease I was with our banter. I was not second guessing myself, or worried that I was not feeling as bad as I should have. It felt more playful, like such things did with my other lover, Jessika.

Jessi did as I asked, but then her eyes seem to catch something on the carpet. She looked up at me and grinned again. I did not know what she was looking at, however, until she pointed it out.

"Sum cum dripped there. Too bad it's not on the tile. I'd lick it up for you. You liked that, didn't you? When I did it before?"

"I should not have, but I did," I admitted as I moved behind Jessi and knelt down in preparation to enter her.

The blonde's eyes narrowed and took on a distant look that I knew meant she was thinking about something. Then with a small shrug, she lowered her face to the floor and started licking the carpet. I was not sure what to do, yet I had no doubt the right thing to do was to tell her to stop. But it was over nearly as soon as it began.

"A little more fuzz than I like," Jessi announced, picking something off her tongue with her fingers. "But I got it all up like a good little slut, right Mark?"

"Umm, yes," I replied, not meaning it. The easy, playful feeling I had marveled at seconds before was gone, at least for me. But I could hear it in Jessi's voice still.

"Actually, no, Jessi," I told her, climbing to my feet. "You should not have done that."

The young blonde's shoulders slumped forward for a second, then she turned to a sitting position and looked up at me. Hurt and frustration warred on her pretty features as her gaze held mine longer than even one of her normally overlong stares.

"It was too much," I finally said, sitting down on the floor across from her.

"I've done it before. And not just for you. So it's not like you made me do anything I was not willing to do. Plus, I thought it'd turn you on."

"I was already turned on," I pointed out, working to keep my tone even.

"So you don't like seeing me lick up your cum?"

"Not off the carpet. I mean, the tile is not good either, really, and I should not like it."

"You're overthinking this all, Mark. It was spontaneous and fun for me. I liked the idea of you watching me, and I liked the idea of being willing to do it even on the carpet because I wanted you to see me do it. I probably won't repeat it on carpet, unless you really liked it, because it was kinda nasty. But that's it. I'm fine, and still horny as hell and wanting your cock in me."

"I'm just telling you I did not want this, as you told me to do."

"I also told you not to overthink. You're not just sitting there giving me feedback or direction. You're beating yourself up for letting me do it, and probably for finding it a turn on. You're also worried about me 'cause you think I have a need to do extreme shit I don't want or like just to please you, even when I'm the one who likes all that shit. Oh, and before you say anything, you're also worried I am acting as slutty as possible because I think of myself that way and won't accept that I am more than just warm, wet holes for your cock. Am I close."

"Um, yes," I nodded. "I also feel bad that you did something you thought I would like but I found fault with it."

"Okay, I'm going to try not to get frustrated. Do you agree to do the same?"

"I will try."

"Great. That's all I'm asking. Now, tell me, what was bad enough about this to make you stand up and not fuck me. Did it gross you out?"

"I feel like it did for you. You had to pull lint off your tongue."

"It's not the worst thing I've ever had on my tongue," she shrugged, a smile back on her face. "But if it bothers you, I won't do it again. Okay?"

"It is not about me, Jessi. I am worried..."

"About me and my mental wellbeing, right? But like I just said a few seconds ago, you've seen me do it before. So what was different?"

"I thought we were trying not to do things like that."

"I never said I wouldn't do nasty things, Mark. I said I would keep in mind that you don't need me to do them and that you don't want to make me do them because you are worried about them not being my choices. But that was my choice, to do it for you. You didn't like it, so no reason for me to repeat it. I think you did like it back when I licked it off the tile floor, and I seem to remember getting fucked hard when I licked your cum from a saucer once upon a time, so I don't think it's the cum lapping you don't like. That's why I asked if the carpet thing grossed you out."

"Um, then yes, I guess, to the gross-out factor."

"Fine. I thought it was gross too. I'm glad you didn't like it. But if you had, I would've done it again. Since you didn't, I won't. It's as simple as that. Oh, and it doesn't have shit to do with what you can't keep yourself from worrying about."

"I think it does. You said earlier you would lick anything anywhere I wanted, and I think this was you proving that to me so..."

"I'll be back," the young blonde announced, standing. "I need to brush my teeth."

As I waited for Jessi to return, I started to formulate the rest of what I wanted to say. But something unexpected occurred to me-what if she was right? Did I let the fact that I was bothered by the setting of her act, maybe not the act itself, color my analysis of why it bothered me? Could it be as simple as it bothered me on a physical level and that was my true aversion?"

"That's much, much better," Jessi said, kneeling in front of where I remained sitting. "My mouth is fucking clean now. How about we dirty it up again with your cock?"

"Jessi, I..."

A kiss stopped me, as did her hand on my flaccid penis.

"I'm gonna get you hard, Mark," she told me, her tone matter-of-fact. "And then you're gonna fuck me doggy style. And if any cum drips on the carpet, I'm not licking it up. I know I said I'd lick anything anywhere, but we hit a limit for me. Now, I'd let you push me past that, if you wanted to it, but I am done trying to make you do that. That leads to hell for me, and for you too, I think. And besides, isn't that what you really want from me? To not push you past your limits, and to not make you push me past mine?"

"That is a way of looking at it," I admitted. "But..."

"You know, I'm getting tired of having to interrupt you to keep you from moving this conversation to a place neither of us wants. Can you just let the larger implications go, especially since I am trying so fucking hard to meet you part way?"

I wanted to respond, to argue my point of view, to put forth all my concerns, but my eyes had dropped to Jessi's breasts and realized her nipples were stiff. And that had made me wonder if she was still aroused.

"Spread your legs," I told her, my voice rougher than I had intended it to be.

A fleeting wide-eyed and open-mouthed expression looked back at me, then her wicked grin spread from lips to eyes. She did as I told her, opening her loins to my inspection.

"You look wet," I pointed out before I ran a finger between her labia. "And feel wet."

"I'm sopping wet," she whispered. "All for you, like always. Evidently controlling my frustration gets me almost as moist as being pissed at you. Although at this point, maybe I should consider that it's your presence plus heightened emotion that does it for me, not the nature of my emotional state."

"Maybe," I agreed, continuing to rub her slick folds as I felt myself grin. Her statement had been so much like one of the unexpected insights she used to have in my class that it brought back fond memories, as well as reminded me what was hiding underneath her anxiety and self-esteem issues and why I was not just cutting my losses with the mercurial young woman.

After a few more seconds, Jessi closed her eyes, shuddered, then moved my hand away with firm determination. Without breaking eye contact, she leaned forward and started licking and sucking on my mostly soft penis. In almost no time, I was erect once again, and the blonde pulled off with a loud slurp, turned around, dropped to her hands and knees, and wiggled her bottom and hips at me.

"Now that all that shit's behind us, why don't you get back behind me and take my very ready little pussy?"

"You have a one-track mind, slut," I laughed, slapping her bottom as I repositioned myself.

"I like to," she sighed, looking back over her shoulder at me. "When you let me."

My only response was another smack on her small but nicely rounded derriere followed by my penis ramming into her warmth. My full length slid in easily, proving she had been right in proclaiming that she was very ready.

Jessi grunted, then moaned before saying, "God I love the feel of you inside me. It's worth all the bullshit I have to put up with from you."

"Well, I love the feel of being inside of you. And it is also worth what you put me through. Most days."

"Yeah? Well, its always worth it to me," my young blonde lover moaned, pushing back against my thrusts. "Now be quiet and fuck me. Please."

"Only if you're loud," I countered before leaning over her and kissing her neck and back.

"God yes, Mark! Ram your thick cock in my wet little cunt! Make me cum like a wanton little slut who's only good for fucking. FUCK!" Jessi yelled before she looked back over her shoulder again and smirked. "Think my neighbors heard that?"

"Yes. And I bet the guy next door heard you. The one you fucked," I said, grasping a slender hip in one hand and reaching under her to fondle her breasts with the other, all while slamming into her petite frame.

"Colton? Fuck, he's a terrible lay," Jessi groaned, her head falling between her arms and shaking with each forceful thrust. "Not like you."

"He didn't make you come, right?"

"Not even close."

"Scream it out when you climax, so he can hear what it is like."

"Shit, he's heard it before when you've been here. He thought you were hurting me when I screamed. I straightened his shit out. You should've seen his face."

"You're a mean little bitch, Jessi," I snarled, giving her bottom several hard smacks.

"He's an intrusive, condescending, envious little asshole," she growled. "But I'm sure I was too mean to him, so I should be spanked more."

"Like this?" I asked, landing several more solid whacks to her increasing red butt cheeks.

"Fuck yes! Spank my fucking little ass!" she screamed, and I had no doubt that anyone close by heard her.

After a bit, my hand started stinging. I figured it had to be worse for her, so I rubbed her bottom. Jessi whimpered, I thought from pain, but she showed me how wrong I was seconds later.

"More," she panted. "More. Spank me 'til I come."

I switched to my other hand and returned to spanking her, albeit not as hard, as I hammered into her still sopping wet vagina.

"Do you like feeling my warm, wet pussy around you, Mark?" she asked in a rough voice, struggling for enough breath to speak.

"Yes."

"Is it nice and tight?"

"Yes."

"Say it. Please."

"I love the feel of your tight, wet pussy around me as I violate you with my cock."

"And spanking me? Do you like turning my ass red?"

"God yes. I love the feel of the heat of your skin when I rub it after spanking you."

"I'm so fucking close," the blonde groaned.

"Then come, cunt. Come for me. Come all over my cock."

Jessi whimpered again, then screamed as her body tensed. Unlike earlier when she had been being loud on purpose, I suspected that this time she simply couldn't stop herself as her climax overwhelmed her. At least, that is what I wanted to think.

As she remained rigid beneath me and the spasms inside of her gripped at my shaft, I stopped spanking her and reduced my pace. I was well aware that sometimes Jessi wanted to keep going even if she hurt, but sometimes she needed a rest.

"Don't slow down," she implored me, her voice weak. "Keep pounding me hard. I'll come again."

With renewed energy, I did as my petite lover asked. I felt her body cringe and shiver beneath me as she whimpered. I was afraid she was in pain, but she had asked me to continue.

"Are you okay?" I asked her after a particularly loud whine.

"Fuck yes," she grunted. "Harder. Make it hurt."

"Shit, Jessi," I said, slowing.

"Don't you dare slow down, Mark," she snarled, ramming herself back against me. "I'm so fucking close to coming again. So fucking close. Just make it hurt and I'll come."

But instead of increasing the speed or power of my thrusts, I took a handful of her soft hair and used it to pull her head up and back. At the same time, my other hand tightened around her left breast.

"Oh God! Fuck Yes! Make it hurt! Make it hurt! Fuck, I love you, Mark! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

"Are you coming for me, cunt?" I rasped, sure she was.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" she chanted, before her body, including the tightness around my rigid penis, began to vibrate.

Short yelps filled the air as I continued with my pounding rhythm. But within a few seconds, she was so tight around me that not only was it difficult to keep up the pace, it was actually uncomfortable for me to be inside her at all. I tried to pull out, but her spasming vagina clung to my shaft like a vise. Just when I thought I could not stand the sensation any longer, my own climax hit and I blasted inside of her.

***

"I'd make you dinner, but my pussy hurts too much to get up," Jessi murmured, her mouth against the skin of my neck. "Want to order pizza?"

"Sure," I said, stroking her soft, blonde hair. "Let me get my phone."

"Rub my ass more first," me lover countered. "It hurts almost as much as my pussy. And before you ask, no, it was not too much."