Merrill and Jacob Ch. 02

Merrill was surprised at how difficult it was to find old episodes of Gilligan's Island on streaming TV. The leopard swimsuit was a non-starter. Instead, she wore a simple, black one-piece that looked amazing on her. Charlotte's red wig had a lot more body than the straight hair Ginger had when she wore the infamous leopard swimsuit. Merrill's body had a lot more body than Ginger's, too. The wig, however, did resemble Ginger's hair in other episodes, and the color was true.

Merrill converted herself into the fictional redhead while Jake showered. When Jake got out of the shower, she slinked up to him as Ginger Grant. She set up the scenario, mimicking Ginger's breathy delivery, "The unsuspecting Ginger is taking a dip in the lagoon. Suddenly the Marines storm the beaches of the peaceful island. Gunnery Sergeant Jake Taggert has been assigned to subdue the locals, by any means necessary." Jake grabbed her greedily. "Oh! He seizes his objective!"

Jake overcame Ginger's resistance through main force. Ginger's struggling consisted mainly of grinding her hips against him, pushing out her heaving bosom, and tossing her hair about. He peeled the swimsuit off her, and wrestled her onto the bed. Ginger fought back, feebly trying to fend him off with her hands. When Jake mounted Ginger, she narrated, "He overcomes all resistance, and forces his way in!" Jake stuffed his cock into Ginger's vagina. She howled and cried, "Oh, my God! He's penetrated the enemy defenses!"

Jake humped her like a madman. He stared into the TV, with eyes bulging and a fierce grimace on his face, while he drove Ginger hard. She had taken the precaution of positioning herself further from the foot of the bed, so he didn't push her off, onto the floor.

Jake grit his teeth, and vented his fury on Ginger's wonderful body. Ginger experienced some pressure points and pinching that were unfamiliar to her. She sensed, for the first time, a bit of anger in Jake's lovemaking. She reasoned that, as a child, he had regarded Ginger Grant as an unattainable ideal. All the more reason to give him this fantasy moment. She declared, "He plunges his bayonet into his opponent, again, and again, and again...." Jake's hip action grew even more vicious. When she sensed his orgasm, she cheered, "Victory!"

When he finished his first climax, he pulled out, and quickly fetched the sex oil. Frantic, he flipped Ginger over, and stuffed a pillow under her pelvis. He anointed himself with oil. Ginger screamed, "Oh, my God, he's assaulting the enemy's rear!" He jumped on Ginger's back, and ruthlessly drilled into her ass. Merrill was resigned to this inevitability, sooner or later. She had been through it before. She let him have his fun.

Unsure whether he would be turned on if she sounded the rape alarm, she chose a different tack, "I'm a whore! I'm a Hollywood whore! Use me! Use me!" Jake was excited beyond his ability to restrain himself. He fucked her ruthlessly. She went into survival mode. She gripped the bed coverings and braced herself. It didn't hurt, but it felt strange. He bounced her off the mattress like he was dribbling a basketball. She grunted with every thrust. When her breathing allowed, she shouted, "I'm a whore!"

Lying on her stomach, she could now look forward, and see the television. She cried, "Bang me! Bang me! I'm a whore! Take me!" She noted that the violence of his passion correlated with Gringer's screen time. She could see, in the reflection off the screen, that Jake was watching the show. The swimsuit episode was showing, now. Jake came for the second time. Slamming his groin against her ass, he disembarked his troops.

Jake pulled out of Ginger's ass, not looking at either the TV or the woman before him. He stalked into the bathroom without a word. He was done with Ginger.

After the sex, Merrill and Jake executed elaborate, and separate, cleaning rituals. Later, over coffee, he was quiet, and she was cheerful. "Jacob, it looked, and felt, like you were really enjoying yourself on Gilligan's Island. I'll bet that, when Ginger slipped into that swimsuit, she didn't expect to be invaded by the Marine Corps. Twice. She certainly didn't see that attack on her rear echelon coming, no pun intended."

He smiled a bit, and remained silent. She reassured him, "I knew you'd want to do it sometime, Jacob. It's okay. Any time, dear." He smiled weakly. She asked, "You've been wanting to do all that to Ginger since you were a kid, haven't you?" He narrowed his eyes and nodded slowly. "There's something I need to know, Jacob. I am kicking myself for not asking you beforehand. I didn't know if I should cry, 'Rape!' You raped the hell out of Ginger, front and back. It's all right, Jacob. Men fantasize about that, I know."

"I admit it is sort of a turn-on, sometimes."

"Poor Ginger. She was waiting to be rescued. She didn't know the price she would pay."

"Are you all right?"

"Oh, sure, Jacob, I'm fine. You were welcome to it, all along. No problem. Oh, something else. Have you heard of a movie called 'God's Little Acre?'"

"No."

"As a Tina Louise fan, Jacob, you are in for a treat!"

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Merrill lay on her back in Jake's bed, writhing as if in agony. Pitiful moans and groans rose from her throat. Jake would have been alarmed at the anguished contortions that washed over her face. Fortunately, he could not see her, and could barely hear her. He was preoccupied with tickling her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. He had become quite good at cunnilingus, motivated, as he was, by a deepening love for this woman.

Merrill felt she had died and gone to heaven. She enjoyed what appeared to be a violent seizure. Her back arched. She threw her head back, mouth open, but silent. Her entire body stiffened. Merrill involuntarily clamped her thighs around Jake's head. He ignored the pressure on his ears, knowing that it meant he was in the stretch run. His tongue ached with the sustained effort, but Jake pushed through the discomfort as if in a hard workout.

Jakes's cock was rock hard, and pressed into the mattress beneath him. He had the presence of mind to gently stroke it against the silky sheets. He looked forward to burying his rod in the very pussy he was juicing up. Merrill made some strained cackling sounds. She put a hand on Jake's head, trying to push him away. Jake powered through. He had hold of her hips, and she could not dislodge him. Her body relaxed, and she began laughing, and whimpered, "Please...no. Stop.... Stop...!" Finally, he relented.

Merrill rolled around in the warm afterglow while Jake rinsed his mouth and face in the sink. He was desperate to implant his dick in her and blast her with a massive load of semen. He ran back to the bed and leapt upon it. He greedily spread her knees and mounted her. She was as wet as could be, so he drove himself into her with abandon.

Merrill relaxed in delirium, dimly aware that Jacob was on top of her and inside her, and letting him have his way. He stroked his cock in and out of her as fast as his well-toned muscles would allow. She opened her eyes, looking up at his face. His eyes were wide open, staring at her boobs, which looked like they were flapping in a stiff breeze. He yelled in ecstasy, bringing a smile to her face. He pumped jet after jet of cum into her. His thrusts slowed, and died out.

Merrill chuckled and said, "Ya' got me! Good job." Jake flopped over onto his back, beside her. He breathed heavily from the extreme exertion. They each slid a hand, in search of the other's. Holding hands had become a ritual for them. They rested in silence for a while, both staring at the ceiling.

When he was ready to speak again, Jake said, matter-of-factly, "I'm going to put a mirror on that ceiling." They both laughed a good deal at that. Merrill thought he was fantasizing delightfully. His mind raced with the possibility of actually doing it. His mind drifted back to sex, "I want to have you in your own bed, sometime, Merrill."

She murmured, "Sure. Any time. I'm all yours."

He squeezed her hand, and uttered one of those random musings that made her wonder what was going on in his mind, "Merrill, is it a sin to pork a Jewish girl?"

She turned her head to look at him, incredulous. "I'm not Jewish."

"I know. I wasn't thinking about you. I used to date a Jewish girl."

"Failure to keep kosher is the least of your sins, Jacob."

"Hmmmm. You're much better than she was, anyway."

It was her turn to squeeze his hand. She had resolved to step up her oral game, as he did likewise. It was time to show him some reciprocity. She slithered down the bed, rolled over, between his legs, and took him in her mouth. She tasted the residue of their lovemaking. It didn't taste like anything, really.

Jake looked down at her with eyebrows raised. She didn't wipe his dick with a towel before mouthing him, as many women insisted on doing. It was a significant improvement for him. It maintained continuity, and avoided a sanitary act that killed the mood. Jake had adopted the habit of rinsing his mouth and face after cunnilingus at Merrill's request. Horses for courses. Jake ran his fingers through her hair in acknowledgement of her innovation.

Jake lay back and enjoyed the sounds and sensations of her long, languorous servicing of him. They both knew that she was not trying to induce a climax, but rather prepping him for more intercourse, and just making him feel good. Merrill experienced a pleasant, excited tension, wondering what orifice or position Jacob would choose for his second climax of the session. Jake himself was making that decision at that very moment. His powerful first climax was the product of nearly a week without vaginal intercourse, due to her period. His second climax therefore promised to be no slouch, either.

Jake decided on some doggy-style, possibly followed by a couple of other positions. He intended to come for the second time in missionary position. He was still so horny that he wanted to drive it in hard, and man-on-top was the most vigorous position for them, given his superior size and strength. He tapped her on top of the head, and she pulled her face off of his cock. He said, "On all fours."

She smiled, scrambled to the middle of the bed on all fours, and uttered, "Woof." He laughed while he clambered to his knees behind her, and used one hand to point his cock into her vagina. Sliding in easily, he happily took up long, smooth strokes.

Merrill enjoyed this position for an odd sentimental reason. She and her late husband had tried it a few times, but his cock kept falling out of her. Jake had coached her to rotate her hips in a particular way. This, combined with Jake's longer cock, made a world of difference. This sexual position was therefore something that she enjoyed uniquely with Jacob. The thought warmed her heart.

He banged her for a while before leaning over her back and reaching around to grasp her breasts. He kneaded them for a while before moving one hand down to her pussy to stimulate her clitoris. Merrill moaned gratefully. He slammed her hard a few times before pulling out.

He said, "On your side." She dropped onto her right side. Jake took her left leg, raised it high, and straddled her right leg, on his knees. With his hands manipulating her leg, he probed with his cock. He paused, causing her to look up at him. He said, "This is how the Mongols raped their captives." Merrill's brow furrowed. She was not a fan of military history. He continued, "The Mongols invaded half the world, including Europe. Their favorite pastime was mass raping all the women and girls of the lands they captured, literally millions of them. This was their favorite technique. It prevented the woman from fighting back." He licked his lips.

Merrill understood a man's desire to possess a woman, to take charge of the sex. She was happy to amuse Jake, even though she thought it silly to role-play a Mongol warrior. She took a deep breath, and said, meekly, "Are you going to rape me?" Jake nodded, ominously.

Merrill sighed with resignation, and helped him find his target with one hand. When he slid into her, she gasped in simulation of an unwilling captive. What she liked about this position was that she could watch his face while he did it. Her only responsibility was to look victimized, so she relaxed, and looked sadly up at him. When their eyes met, he thrust extra hard for a few times. She loved the way eye contact excited him.

Jake banged her for a long time in this position. As his ardor increased, her expression grew to one of alarm. She knew his climax would arrive soon. Reading her face, he told her the position in which he had chosen to deliver his ejaculation, "On your back." She pouted, knowing he would implant his seed in her unwilling womb. After a few more hard thrusts, he abruptly pulled out and moved her left leg to the side. This repositioned her on her back, legs spread widely. She complied with his desires, conceding his superiority. He dropped his hips to hers and re-entered her. He lowered his body onto hers, kissing her deeply on the mouth. They rested their chins in one another's shoulders, ear to ear. He held her tightly and worked his hips hard against hers.

She guessed that he would enjoy some cheerleading. She kissed his ear, and murmured, "That's it. You're raping me! Rape me, please!" He thrust even more vigorously. "Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me, hard! Harder! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" He shifted into a higher gear, consistent with an imminent climax, so she urged, "Come inside me! Come inside me! Please, come inside me!" He obliged. His body strained against hers as he came. He issued a respectable series of pulses, considering that this was his second orgasm.

He finished coming, and kissed her politely on the cheek, and then passionately on the mouth. He rolled off of her, saying, "Ah, great!" He lay back, and relaxed. He clearly was finished with the little role play they had done.

After a long period of silent hand-holding, she mused, "You liked raping that woman." He did not respond. She flattered him, "I couldn't help myself. Your eagerness to do it was contagious. It's a weird feeling, being raped, taken by force, and ending up cheering on your assailant, begging for his seed." He squeezed her hand, in appreciation. She said, "I'm glad you did it, and I'm glad I succumbed to your power over me." She kissed him on the cheek. Even after two orgasms, his cock began to rise in response to her praise.

Merrill was excited by his energy, and wanted more, so she went down on him long enough to make him functionally hard. She climbed over him, and impaled herself on his cock. Now, it was her turn to show off her core strength. She began with long, slow strokes that slid her clitoris against his groin. She made a mental note to ask if they could both shave their pubic areas.

She felt really good, and Jake appeared to be asleep. When she began thrusting hard and fast, his eyes opened, and his mouth curled into a smile. His body rocked rapidly, back and forth. Soon, she arched her back to crush her clitoris between them, and moaned in ecstasy. She shut her eyes, made some squeaking noises, and shuddered for several moments.

When she was done, she let out a long, satisfied sigh. She stayed atop him, opened her eyes, and said, "I love feeling you inside me, love. You have the most obliging cock, my dear. Always up to the task." She dismounted, and they lay side-by-side once more, holding hands.

They recovered, and eventually got out of bed to shower together. They compared notes. "Jacob, would you be willing to try shaving your pubes? I would shave mine, too."

"No offense, Merrill, but isn't that a gay thing?"

"Oh, no! You know very well that all porn stars shave. It makes your cock look much larger."

"Now you're talking, Merrill! That's something I would be willing to try. Let's do it."

"There's a catch, dear. Once you shave, you have to stay shaved. Your hair can be long, or nonexistent, but not in between. Stubble is like sandpaper! That's what they say, anyway."

"Hmmm. I'll try it if you like. Do we shave each other?"

"You are most definitely not going to shave me, Jacob. I would be happy to shave you, since I am more familiar with the process."

Later, she shaved them both. She handled it better than he. "I feel razor burn, Merrill. I know you did a good job, but my groin is not used to being shaved, like my face is."

"Oh, good heavens, you Marines are just big babies. Give it an hour, at least, before you complain."

"When do we have sex?" Merrill rolled her eyes and groaned.

He tried to salvage his reputation, "Oh, by the way, I was very pleased with those blowjobs. I like that you don't wipe me off before you do it."

"Oh, you are welcome, dear. I always thought that it would be gross, but it's nothing, really. I also wanted to reciprocate for your own silver tongue."

"You are most welcome, dear."

The following week, when Ashley's schedule allowed, Merrill and Jake made love in her bed, in her house. They both felt that it was not the kinky, erotically-charged experience that they had expected. Also, it was a queen-size bed.

Merrill had the germ of an idea for something next level, but she hesitated to say it out loud. It was risqué, even scandalous. Merrill had no problem dressing up and role playing for Jake. She had always considered herself open-minded about sex. Her experience with Jake had made her exceed all expectations in terms of adventurous sex. What she was contemplating, however, might make Jake look askance at her. If he was receptive, it might make her look askance at him.

After long deliberation, Merrill found a way to broach the possibility without speaking it out loud. They were at her house, alone, when she said, "Jacob, I was thinking that my bed isn't the best for us."

"My bed is best for us."

"But, I figured we could have two beds that are good for us. Come with me." She took his hand and led him upstairs. He was surprised when she stopped at Ashley's room. "Jacob, I was thinking we could have two beds that were very different. I thought you might enjoy the variety." They looked at Ashley's bed. It was an outrageously girly canopy bed, twin size. "Her father insisted that his little girl should have a frilly bed like this. Ashley loves it."

"I can't picture you sleeping night after night in a bed like this, much less me, and certainly not both of us."

"Hmm, well, Jacob, have you ever thought about how it would be for role playing?" He raised an eyebrow and looked at her. "I could dress up as a schoolgirl. You know, with a schoolgirl uniform, pleated skirt, and my hair in pigtails? Would you like that?" She figured that the schoolgirl fantasy was mainstream enough that he would not be shocked that she proposed it.

"Oh, yeah, I would love that! You wouldn't be offended, Merrill? I am sensitive to the fact that you have a young daughter...."

Merrill skillfully circled the conversation around her goal, "I appreciate that, dear, but have no fear. We are adults, and we can play around, without guilt. If having a young girl would be a turn on for you, I could get into it." She gave him an open-mouthed smile.

"Sure, that would be hot, as long as she's at least eighteen. The Catholic schoolgirl routine...nice."

"Your imaginary victim could be anyone of age, dear. How about a Little Orphan Annie theme? I would be up for something kinkier, if you prefer."

He looked at her more carefully, "I am up for something kinky. You know that."

She looked at the bed, "It would be a waste of money to buy a childish bed just for a few hours of role-playing...."

Jake tread very carefully now, "Oh, yes, you're right, Merrill. It's a fantasy that we would indulge in only rarely, at most." He chose his words carefully, "Could we rent a canopy bed, just for a night?"