Magic Man in Mexico

"Muuhiooww! Uuhng! Hoooo! Hoooo! Uuhnng!"

Humping nothing but air and my fingers, Jessie did, in fact, act as though she were being electrocuted. Her entire body was as taught as bridge cables and her muscles stood out like cords along her neck. By now, on all fours with her face in the mattress, her ass high in the air, and an unintelligible stream of sounds issuing forth from her mouth, she really started coming.

I mean just like a man. Well,..., not really, not as thick, but some sort of stuff was flowing out of her. Sort of like sugar water in its stickiness and consistency, but with an aroma that spoke of base metals, animal passions, and elemental sex and a taste that Man has never been given the power to describe. Yes, I said taste, for by now I had my tongue in there helping my thumb and finger. The combination of sensations - visual, aural, gustatory, tactile and olfactory - had me hard all over again.

For her part, Jessie could merely moan, grunt, tremble, and hump.

Finally, she rolled to her side and gasped "Please! Put it in my bottom again!"

Scrunching up behind her on my side, I easily coated myself with her essence (which seemed to be everywhere) and pushed against her little wrinkled rose which opened at the merest touch, permitting instant penetration. Jessie slammed back, engulfed me in that one motion, and just kept slamming away until, almost mystically, our orgasms hit simultaneously.

Now this had not happened to me in years. I mean never once in about thirty years. Oh,..., probably a few times I might have been finishing as my partner started or vice versa, but never have I and my partner been immobilized by pleasure at the same moment. There we were, locked onto one another shaking, grunting, moaning, and coming. I think that we both fainted at the same time as well.

I have no idea how long I was out, probably an hour or more, if the lengthening shadows in the room were any indication and my memory still functioned. Incredibly, I was still hard (more likely, hard again) and embedded in Jessie's anus. I eased myself out of her, and gently shook her awake.

"Jessie, honey, it's time for us to get up and clean up. We need nourishment -if nothing else."

"Hold me for a while Jackie, just hold me. I love you so much. I know you're not available long-term or anything, but for the rest of this trip you're my man and I'm going to be your woman. You've just given me everything. Nobody has ever been able to make me come! I mean, no-one's ever even been close, except for once with a girl at school and I think that was just because I knew it would piss Mom off. How did you know about me? How could you tell that I was hot for you? I didn't even know myself that I could get excited by being spanked."

"Ease up kiddo. Too many questions. First off, I didn't make you come. You just came and as for the rest of it, well,.... Simply put, I didn't know anything. If I had, none of this would have happened. This is as wrong as anything could be wrong. I'm an old married man and you're practically a child compared to me. I should be beaten and then jailed for what I've just done to you. Your mother entrusted you to my care, and here I am like an egg-sucking dog guarding the hen-house. Come on, let's go get cleaned up."

"Sorry Jackie, but I don't see how you think that this could be so wrong. I mean, it might be adultery, but the rest is just fine. I wanted this. I've wanted you ever since I was too young to know what I wanted you for, when I got that warm gushy feeling every time you snuggled me up on your lap and I could feel and smell you. For years, I've been hunting for a man that feels and smells just like you."

"Don't you see, Jessie? You want your Daddy. That stuff you're talking about is me replacing your Daddy. It's not about sex, honey, it's about you hurting and being lonesome and needing a Daddy and me not smart enough to see that, but horny enough to betray that love you were giving by fucking you instead of just holding on and giving comfort and soothing away your troubles. While I must admit that I haven't liked you very much the last several years, I would never have dreamed of doing this. I am such a shit!"

"Jackie, wait a minute. Don't you see what I'm saying? You're my 'magic man'. Nearly every woman has this sort of anonymous fantasy man that can make everything right in her world. We dream about him, we daydream about him, we fantasize about him, and we even masturbate to him, but can't quite see his face to know who he really is so that we can rest easy.

"I call him the 'magic man' and what is so special about my 'magic man' is that I've always known he was you. I maybe need a Daddy, but he isn't you. I was on the verge of coming at age eight the very first time you picked me up and cuddled me that day I fell off my skateboard. I didn't calm down because you were daddying me, I calmed down because I was in awe of the power you had over me and the way you made me feel.

"I didn't know what had hit me, but I knew that it was pretty strong and you were its source. I knew that I was supposed to be sobbing uncontrollably, but all I could do was shake with the feeling I was having and try to catch my breath. It would be several more years before I realized what that day was all about, but it was the most important day of my life and today proves me right.

"For ten years I've been trying to get you to notice me sexually. I didn't know it at first, I just knew that I ached when you left my sight and that I buzzed when you were present, so I always wanted you near and I was always trying to impress you with how grown up I was.

"When I was twelve you guys came over for a cookout and you were playing with me in the pool, throwing me into the air and horsing around when, by accident, your hand brushed over my right breast. I thought that I had wet myself except something inside sort of popped and felt weird.

"I don't think that you even noticed, but after that I used every opportunity to rub up against you or get your hands on me to make me feel good again. Just being in the same room with you made my breasts swell with pleasure, but when you left my nipples would absolutely ache.

"Not long after that time in the swimming pool, we were watching a movie at your house and I pretended to be frightened so that I could crawl up in your arms on your lap. With your arms around me I managed to straddle your leg with mine, and carefully, to avoid detection, began masturbating with your knee.

"That was the night that I figured out what I needed you for over all other men. You eased me off your lap before I could finish, but I went straight to your room pulled off my panties, stuck my face in your pillow, thought of you (your feel, your hands, your smell, but nothing specifically sexual - `cause I didn't know), and fiddled with my hot spot until I came, your aroma blotting out all else.

"I wiped myself all over your pillow, so that our smells could be together. From that time on, the only time I could ever come was by thinking of you. Many, many times I have sneaked into your house and masturbated onto your towel, pillow, or shirt, just so I could imagine us together sexually.

"I used to dream about the day you'd put one of those shirts on, or dry off fresh from your shower, smell me and suddenly realize that it was me and run next door to declare your undying love for me - just before you dragged me to the floor so that we could make love.

"So you see, this is not bad, but a joyous moment for me to savor for now and a lifetime. I think that you're right about cleaning up, though. We must smell like a couple of camels."

All of this sounded pretty good to an average guy who hadn't done anything extraordinary or non-routine for years. I wanted this to be okay, even though I knew that this was a big one and I could never "go back".

Jessie maybe was no Goddess to some, but to me she was! Slender, pretty, firm thighs, butt, and breasts, and (the magic words) young. A very screwed up young to be sure, given her fixation on me, but young never-the-less.

I would continue making every possible effort to talk her away from me and would be sincere, but each time I felt like I'd finally succeeded, the pit of my stomach would ache. I knew this was wrong and I wanted her to be free, but I would want her until it was over and would want her a bit more.

I dragged my weary butt into my bathroom and started the water running. As sort of an afterthought, I picked up the phone and called room service for light dinners accompanied by plenty of fresh fruit and iced bottled water. I then climbed into the tub, pulled the shower curtain closed, and eased under the water.

"Damn, this feels good", I thought.

Cranking the heat up just a bit, I was prepared to nearly scald some energy back into my body or die trying. I put some shampoo on my hair and began working it into a good lather. Just as I was rinsing it off, I heard the bathroom door close, the shower curtain slide open with a small breeze, and slide closed.

Snuggling up to my back and slipping her arms around me Jessie, in a small voice, said "I didn't want to be away from you just yet."

Finishing with the rinsing of my hair, I turned in her arms and embraced her.

"Jessie", I said softly. "Sweet goddamned Jessie," and gently kissed her forehead and eyes. "Why couldn't you have been the little bitch that you've been working so hard at proving you are to everyone?" I dropped featheries on her cheeks, nose, temples and ears.

"Why do you have to be this big fucking wonderful 'I-sure-as-hell-don't-deserve-it' surprise?" I kissed the corners of her mouth.

"I'm close to retiring with kids in college." I kissed her lips. "I have a wife that I think loves me - I know I love her." I brushed my tongue lightly across her lips.

"Why couldn't you have happened to me 26 years ago when I could afford this relationship, though little else?"

She kissed me back softly.

"Thanks Jackie," she replied. "Your kisses and words just prove that you really are my 'magic man'. Only my 'magic man' could love me and his wife and say it to me as gently and with that much feeling. Oh, and by the way -are you trying to boil us?"

Laughing, I turned to reduce the flow of hot water. Turning back into Jessie's arms, we let the warm water embrace us. I turned so that the spray was soaking her hair, and then turned back and began lathering her hair with shampoo.

With eyes scrunched closed she turned her face to me as I gently massaged her scalp and hair. Finally, I turned her back under the spray and rinsed her head. Reaching for a washcloth and bar of soap, I lathered the cloth and started laving her shoulders, sides, back, and bottom while Jessie clung to me and sighed contentedly.

"Turn around and put your hands on the wall, so I can wash your legs and feet."

She complied and I briskly lathered her legs and feet, though not without a bit of squirming due to her feet being a bit ticklish. I stood and rubbed her behind with the soap, working the water-smoothed and warmed bar between her cheeks.

Replacing the bar with my hand, I tenderly massaged the inside of her cheeks and her little rose. This activity drew a number of small sighs which I could barely distinguish over the sound of the shower. Moving the bar a bit lower, I lathered her perineum, lips, clitoris, pubic hair and the rest the juncture of her thighs. Then, snuggling in behind her, I switched my attentions to her front side and washed her stomach and chest with the washcloth and then used the bar and my hands to wash her breasts.

As her nipples had hardened and she was sort of moaning again, I began to focus only on them and greatly slowed and softened my massage. Encircling her waist with one hand to support her, I continued passing over and around her nipples and turned so that the needle spray of the shower was shooting directly on her breasts. Jessie was just as shocked with this climax as she'd been with the others, which told me that she hadn't been having them with enough regularity to be able to recognize the signs. She just grunted, grabbed the arm at her waist and rode it out sort of sobbing and laughing at the same time.

"Wow. You just don't quit do you Jackie? Look at you. You're not even clean yet, but you're ready, if that thing's any indicator."

"It seems to be ready, but I'm not and it really needs washing."

With that, Jessie picked up both soap and washcloth, said "Now it's my turn," and started washing my neck, arms, chest, stomach, and then legs. "Turn around." Again, she lathered up my neck and then my back. Just as I had, she worked the bar between my cheeks, down to my scrotum and then began working the lather between my cheeks, taking care to massage my anus very gently.

"Geez, that feels good. A bit odd, but kind of erotic and sexy."

Next, she went to work on my testicles and on up my shaft. Backing me into the spray, Jessie rinsed my back and buttocks while she continued lathering my genitals and started kissing my cheeks using her tongue and teeth to magnify the sensation.

Turning me once again, I was now thoroughly rinsed and hard. Jessie started nibbling at my cock with her lips, sort of pinching me between them. She did the same with my scrotum, but added a light tongue action which she worked up to the head and back down again. This time, she took one of my testicles gently into her mouth and lightly sucked on it while she laved it with her tongue.

"Oh Christ Jessie, that's incredible."

Same treatment on the other one and I was nearly crazy and ready to explode. Slowly her mouth continued its journey up my shaft, sucking the sides while caressing with her tongue. Eventually, she reached the head and without hesitation slid her mouth down over it, sucking and licking as she went, all the way down until her lips were pressed into the pubic hair at its base. Back up slightly and down again, then up until just the head remained in her mouth with her tongue circling and caressing and seeking.

"Jessie, you'd better stop. If I go now, I'll be done for the day."

"That stuff leaking out of you sure does taste good Jackie. I want more and I don't care if you are done for the day. Besides, there's always tonight."

"Jessie it is "tonight" and I don't want to end it here. There are a couple of other things that I'd like to introduce to you."

I shut the water off, grabbed a towel and rubbed both of us until she said that she was plenty dry except for her hair, which I told her would be just fine if it air dried, picked her up, and carried her to my bed, where I lay her down and said, "Time for some of that ointment you needed."

"Now I need both kinds," she giggled, as she wriggled her rump and batted her eyes at me over her shoulder. "Seriously, Jackie, I don't really need any ointment. I didn't need it earlier either, I was just looking for an excuse to get naked for you. If that hadn't worked, I was coming in here after you were asleep to see if I could start something you couldn't stop. All I really need right now is some food. Cripes, aren't you hungry?"

"Mmm hnnh."

"Jackie, what are you doing? Stop that! I said that I'm,..., ohhh golly, golly, goshen, never mind. Don't stop. I was wrong, I'm just hungry for what ever you do to me. Oh shit shit shit. Why did I have to wait so long to have this sort of stuff done to me."

What had started as petulance finished as a near wail.

My mouth and tongue were working her derriere in the same fashion hers had worked mine in the shower. Except that I was not stopping at the cheeks. Gently, spreading them apart, I continued my tongue massage from the base of her spine to her perineum.

Not wanting to heat things up too quickly, I took my time and also took care to avoid her rectum. I must say that Jessie was warming nicely to my task and was sort of trying to decide whether to sigh, moan, or just come. I was merely inching my way up and down her now slick cleft, hot breath advancing moments ahead of softly alternated kisses and gentle swipes of my tongue.

I narrowed my focus to the area just around her rose and had to start riding with her quietly rocking hips as she ground toward yet another orgasm, groaning all the while. Sensing that release must come soon, I focused my tongue on the ring of her rose with constant light pressure and small slow dips into its center. As her movements became more pronounced, I dipped deeper and deeper into her core, hanging onto each thigh with an arm wrapped around it in order to maintain contact.

By now, my tongue was being fully extended and thrusting into her with each upward movement of her hips and I could taste the musky tang of artichokes. The vision of her flaming red hair whipping about the back of her head and shoulders as my tongue delved deeper tasting more of her sent an incredible rush to the head of my cock. The sound of her nearly inhuman grunts as my fingertips continued to caress the silkiness of her skin elevated the intensity of my passions. The aroma of 100% pure woman in raw heat added to the assault on my senses! I was in danger of actually coming with no physical stimulation to my cock as my senses were, once again, totally overwhelmed by this tempestuous lass.

"Jjuuunngh!" Jessie was coming.

No, Jessie came. Boom, like that it was here and gone.

"Cuddle me honey bear. Just crawl up here and hold me a bit, but PLEASE, nothing erotic or sexual. I think that you might have finished me for the night just now."

"Hey, Jessie, no worries!" I murmured. "I'll just be here," and gently massaged her neck.

Soon she was fast asleep, so I slipped on a pair of shorts and went down to see if the noises I'd heard earlier had in fact been the lodge kitchen help delivering sustenance. Something I sorely needed. Yep, there it was. There was hot stuff in warmers that allowed the steam to escape and avoid wilting the contents, and a note directing us to the containers in the fridge.

I got out a couple of plates, bowls, glasses, a big tray, and went to work arranging our food. Nice fat strips of Jerked chicken (skinless and grilled Jamaican style - very spicy) intermingled with juicy slices of mango, papaya, musk melon, and tomato wedges on the plates; salads of avocado, chives, slivers of fresh horseradish greens, mustard greens, spinach and, would you believe it - artichoke hearts - all topped with a lime juice and cilantro based dressing in the bowls, and a huge thermos of some sort of ice cold fruit juice mixture for the glasses and two large ice cold bottles of water. I lugged all of this up to my room, placed it on the table, dropped my shorts, and crawled back into the bed, snuggling up to Jessie.

Kissing her on the neck and shoulder, I whispered "Hey, Jessie, let's eat. I've got real food here. Hot and spicy with a hint of the tropics. Hey, Jessie, let's eat. I promised your mama that I'd take care of you. Ain't I doin' good?"

"If mama only knew, she'd be askin' you to take care of her next time. You don't reckon Jill would rent you out?"

"I reckon Jill would cut off my balls, just before she shot me, right after she finished braiding the noose and calling the cops, if she even thought I might do something like this.

Married thirty-one years and never even got a hint of anger that I'd crossed that line of sexual propriety women secretly establish for their men. Not even the time when she walked into a room at a party looking for me and found a woman she didn't know on my lap. All these years she trusted me, because I deserved it. Shit! Let's eat."

"Jackie, I'm sorry I spoiled the mood."

"You didn't, honey. I'm an old foot soldier - unhappy unless grousing about something."

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The end? Probably not, but it may well be a while before Jackie & Jessie return to Literotica!