The Training of Jeff Stintum Ch. 11

Chapter 11: Another Change of Residence

Jeff woke up on the sofa. The world appeared as an indistinct blur to him, and a pounding pressure rang dully throughout his head. His muscles burned — they felt like he had run an entire marathon, as he could feel his lungs working to try and rouse him to the world. At first he couldn't move, and only managed to utter a tiny high-pitched moan.

"Oh! Did I just hear something?" came Sarah's warm voice from somewhere in the room. Jeff had no idea where she was, but all he knew was that he needed to get her attention, to let her know he was conscious again. He was able to achieve another, slightly louder moan, and was able to move his body a little on the sofa. His bare skin made little squeaking sounds against the red leather. Bare skin? ...he realized that he was totally naked. Sarah had taken off all his clothes.

"There it is again!" came her playful voice in mock wonder, still deep and from no place in particular. "Is there a little mouse in here with me?" Jeff heard rustling from somewhere towards the corner of the room, where Sarah's desk was located. He tried to make more noises but couldn't. His muscles, his tendons, his vocal cords...everything in his body felt completely strung out. What had she done to him?

"Hmmm," thought Sarah out loud after another minute or two. "I guess it was nothing. I could've sworn I heard a little mouse squeaking around here somewhere, but I must have been hearing things. Oh well — I guess I'll just go back to my —"

And here Jeff uttered his loudest moan yet, in response to Sarah's teasing, and made a huge effort to squirm his body around on her sofa so that it squeaked and squealed.

"Oho!" said Sarah excitedly, and Jeff could tell from the vibrations in the room that she had stood up. "I knew I wasn't dreaming! Now where is it...where is it?" Jeff's eyesight was getting a little better, but he still could not move too well. He saw Sarah's huge form stalking carefully around the far side of her living room. She started opening drawers in some of her cabinets.

"Is it here? No...How about in this one? Hmmm...nope. This sure is a crafty little mouse!" Her voice sent tremors through the air, as did her footsteps. Even though she moved with the grace and agility of a cat, each of her movements carried with it the authority of the bulk mass of her immense body. But most of all, to the prone Jeff, it was the vibrations of her soft, deep, sultry voice that had the greatest effect. Every word seemed to be aimed straight for his cock. He exerted a huge effort and moaned again.

Sarah whipped her head around from the cabinets she was searching. "There it is, over there!" she cried excitedly, leaving the drawers open in her haste and getting down on her hands and knees. She started to slowly crawl towards the sofa. She paused a few times, once to check under the rug, and once to look under the coffee table. Jeff's vision was almost back to normal now, and he could see the crushed box of condoms and the flowers he had brought still sitting there. That seemed like ages, ages ago. He wondered what time it was...but Sarah was getting closer, humming words under her breath.

"I can smell it," she said sultrily as she neared the sofa. Her body collided sensuously with the far end of the sofa as she arched her head down, sniffing loudly under the sofa.

*sniff* *sniff* *sniff* *sniff* "It's close, I know," she breathed deeply. "I can feel its tiny little heartbeat." With her head still down, she reached up two huge clawed hands and started to pull herself up onto the sofa. "I can feel its little heart go pitterpatter, pitterpatter in its little chest." Now she was sniffing around on the main cushions, getting closer to Jeff, her head still purposefully down. Jeff could feel a latent pain in his cock and looked down, only to realize that it was once again fully erect. He was horrified — he couldn't be hard again! Not now! Not again!!

*sniff* *sniff* *sniff* *sniffff* Sarah was at his body now, and she paused for a second as soon as her nose had made contact with his foot. "I think..." she began, her head still down, her face invisible under the blond spill of her wavy sweet-smelling hair, "I think..." and then she attacked him with her nose, sniffing rapidly all over his naked body.

*sniffsniffsniffsnifffffsnifsnifsniffsniffsniffsniffsniff* It was a comical scene, and Sarah definitely found it so. Jeff saw through her hair that she was smiling, her eyes sparkling with excitement at her play. He found this whole scene harder to handle, as Sarah's insistent sniffing seemed to go straight to the root of his dick and make him hopelessly, impossibly hard again. His ability to think was clearing, but once more he found himself totally unable to process what was happening. Why did everything about Sarah, everything she did, every way she flirted and played around with him, seem to totally overwhelm him?

"Aha!" she said triumphantly, throwing her head back and clearing the hair from her face so that she could look him directly in the eye. She sniffed his stomach one last time and then looked up at him knowingly with a sly grin as she nodded her head up and down. "I think I found it!" Jeff said nothing and could only look at her from his prone position.

Sarah laughed away her play and then turned to look with amazement at Jeff's cock, which was once again pointed at the ceiling.

"How...?" she seemed to ask herself in disbelief, and reached out her hand to touch it. She brought forth a long index finger and stroked his length up and down dreamily, appearing to think to herself. Jeff breathed hard and tried to back away from her touch. He did not want to pass out again, but he could not manage to move away. For several silent minutes he endured the effortless torture of Sarah's finger.

She eventually stopped and sat back upright on the sofa, giving Jeff the time and the space he needed to recover. She whipped out a nail file and patiently went to work on her claws as Jeff struggled to sit up. He succeeded after a few minutes, and Sarah noticed as she turned to him and smiled.

"Well, you look like you're gonna be all right Jeff. Can you talk?"

Jeff made no response, verbal or otherwise, and could only stare at Sarah's form, somehow squeezed into her white t-shirt and black gym shorts, sitting there on the sofa across from him. He was still overwhelmed by what happened.

"Jeff," said Sarah with patient kindness, with a hint of insistence, "can you" and here she pointed a long finger at him..."talk"...her finger pointed to her own plush lips..."to me?" finishing her question by pointing to at her chest. Several moments passed, with Jeff struggling to form words and Sarah sitting there calmly, looking directly into his eyes.

"Y-y-y...yes," Jeff finally managed to say, in a kind of croaking whisper.

"Oh good!" said Sarah warmly, the energy and volume of her voice in sharp contrast to the paltry puniness of Jeff's. "Why don't you tell me what's on your mind Jeff — I've been doing most of the talking tonight."

Jeff's brain was a confused jumble, but he knew enough from the pleasant yet firm tone of Sarah's voice that she really did expect him to talk. He didn't want to disappoint her, and so he did the only thing he could do: say whatever came into his head.

"Y-you...y-you gave me a b-blowjob, and...and, made me cum a-a-a lot, in-in your mouth."

"Yes Jeff," said Sarah quietly, her hands folded patiently across her knees.

"A-a-and I-I h-had t-t-two orgasms in a row..."

Sarah laughed softly and kept staring at him.

"A-and you-you d-deepthroated me!" Jeff burst out at last, as if he had been trying to say those words for months.

"Yes I did," said Sarah, with a touch of pride in her voice. "I deepthroated you over and over and over again."

"E-even after I passed out?" said Jeff.

Sarah laughed again. "Especially after you passed out. I even made you cum again."

"Y-you did?" Jeff felt utterly at a loss for words as he imagined Sarah going down aggressively on his dick as he laid there unconscious. He looked at her big, gentle, smiling face and felt a strange chill of something like fear. And yet there his dick was, aimed unquestionably at the ceiling.

"Yes I did Jeff," said Sarah quietly, sultrily, as she extended her long tongue and licked her lips purposefully at him. "I enjoyed everything you gave me, and swallowed it all down right here." She lifted up her tight t-shirt a little so that part of her stomach was exposed, and she patted it contentedly with her hand. Jeff stared at the firm whiteness of her taut yet fleshy belly, and her long fingers gently petting it at him, and he felt another orgasm threaten to bubble up. He uttered a little whine, a little moan, that was completely involuntary.

"Is coming out again, baby?" cooed Sarah, sidling her big body across the sofa to cuddle Jeff as his orgasm hit another crescendo. Jeff felt the weight of her big arm across the back of his shoulders and neck, as her immense hand wrapped around his upper arm, holding him tightly to her. Whenever her body was close, Jeff's nostrils were overcome by her sandalwood aroma, and all he could see were the flowing curves and waving undulations of her body. His semen began bubbling up again out of his stiff cock in a mellow milky-white fountain. Sarah calmly took his pole with her other hand and bent her head down as she brought it to her lips. Jeff saw her face come from above over his, and watched from behind as she quietly and tenderly began sipping his semen with her lips. Jeff had never come so much and so often in such a short amount of time, and his dick ached and burned as it helplessly contracted in agonized ecstasy. And there Sarah was, her head descended from above him, happily drinking his fourth load of the night like it was dessert. His eyes began to screw themselves up in his head, and he felt himself getting lightheaded once more.

"Nope," whispered Sarah to him calmly through sips, feeling his head begin to slouch into her breast. "No Jeff, you're staying with me this time. No sleeping just yet." Her hand reached up to his cheek and gave it a couple of soft yet firm pats. As he jolted back into consciousness, Jeff had a vision of Sarah holding his face in her hand...was her hand as big as his whole face? He didn't know...but just like that he was awake again, and his dick was collapsed on his chest in utter exhaustion. Sarah was sitting back, her arm still around him, smacking her lips above.

A minute or so passed, with Sarah patiently ensuring that Jeff saw her consume every last speck of his cum. She looked down at him and sucked each one of her fingers, maintaining eye contact. Jeff eventually had to break away from her eyes and stare straight ahead as he waited for the licking and smacking sounds above him to subside. She was gently petting his shoulder with her big hand, and after another minute Jeff realized that she was sitting there expecting him to continue speaking. But what was he going to say? He glanced up at her. She was looking out at nothing in particular, seemingly lost in thought as she continued to caress him with her hand.

As time passed Jeff felt more and more pressure to talk, and finally did, venturing another look up at her face.

"T-t-that was amazing."

Sarah kept looking straight ahead and smiled, as her hand gave his shoulder a squeeze. "Mmmmm, I'm glad you enjoyed it Jeff." More silent seconds passed by and Jeff understood that he needed to keep going.

"No one...n-no one has ever done that to me...b-been able to, to — take the w-whole thing."

"Mmmmm," purred Sarah heartily as she kept staring out, blinking her eyes slowly in appreciation. Jeff waited for more of a reaction from her, and after getting nothing plowed on ahead, giving her what he thought she wanted.

"I just...I just — " he stuttered, not knowing how to express what he had been feeling.

"Yes Jeff?" came Sarah's deep voice, as her fingers scratched his shoulder. "Go on."

"I just...can't believe how into me you are," he blurted out. He felt her fingers stop scratching suddenly and he looked up anxiously at her face. She was still staring straight ahead, and he was completely unable to read her expression. Was she surprised? Irritated? Amused? Jeff had no idea. She waited there a moment, seeming to process his words. And then he felt the firm loving pressure of her hand squeezing his shoulder again, this time longer and more intensely.

"Oh Jeff," she said, looking down at him sweetly, "I think you're just the most adorable little thing. Of course I'm into you."

Jeff breathed out in relief, drawing a playful little sniff of a laugh from Sarah. He had been afraid, somewhere in the disorganized heaps of his brain, that he had maybe said the wrong thing, but apparently not. A slow realization was dawning on him: Sarah Helleger was actually his girlfriend. This was it — this is what it was actually like. Jeff couldn't help himself and broke into a grin.

"There's that little smile," said Sarah warmly, pinching his cheek. "Yes, Jeff, I love playing with your body. And I love the effect my body had on you." To emphasize her point she pulled him closer to her, until his head was squishing into her big lush tits. Jeff's nostrils were full of her scent, and he felt the gentle caresses of her wavy blond hair. His senses had returned, along with some former boldness that had abandoned him when he crossed the threshold to her home. He decided to try and insert his own persona into the mix. After all, she wanted it, didn't she?

"I just don't know," he said, as casually as he could through her huge tit, "how I got so lucky to land a girl like you."

Sarah's eyes got wide as she looked down at him, and she opened her mouth and laughed out loud. She reached both hands under Jeff's shoulders and from her sitting position lifted him off the sofa and sat him down very deliberately on the coffee table. Jeff had flailed a little in her grasp, but was too weak and too surprised to do anything against the firm pressure of Sarah's hands and arms. She sat back on the sofa and crossed her meaty legs sexily, continuing to laugh for a few moments as she looked at Jeff, shaking her head kindly.

"Jeff...Jeff," she laughed as she shook her head, "I really want to get a couple things straight." She collected herself and heaved a deep breath, her chest expanding hugely. She sat up in earnest and put her elbows on her knees as she addressed Jeff, who sat naked and confused on the coffee table.

"We're not dating, Jeff." Her voice was calm and patient, like tranquil water, but it carried an undeniable authority. Jeff was dumbstruck. He could not understand any of this — why had she invited him over then? Why had she made him cum so many times? She seemed totally into him and his cock...what was going on?

Sarah could tell that he was having trouble processing her words, and inwardly she had to dismiss a flicker of irritation at Jeff's denseness. But she had expected it, so she waved away the negative feeling with ease. This was an important step: she reached out her hand and put in on Jeff's knee, her hand easily covering his whole knee, and her fingers stretching almost halfway up his thigh. He jerked a bit at her touch, but could not bring his body to move away.

"Jeff," she breathed down at him, "this is very important. I'm glad we're having this conversation now, early on." Her eyes held his face, but he tried moving his eyes away.

'Aw, he's upset,' she thought to herself, feeling a mixture of sadness and vexation at Jeff's fragile ignorance. Now was the time. She squeezed his little knee.

"Keep your eyes with me Jeff," she said softly, and he did. "I have other people, Jeff. I do things with a lot of other people." She paused, allowing Jeff's mind to go utterly blank before she continued. She had to remember to use simple language. "People have all different kinds of names for their relationships, Jeff. It's important that you know what mine are. I only use the word "dating" when I am seeing someone exclusively, romantically." She paused, letting her words sink in. They may as well have tried to sink through lead; Jeff was stumped. He couldn't even muster up the momentum to get angry. He simply did not understand.

Sarah saw all of this and blinked slowly at Jeff, hoping to at least impart some tenderness towards him as she continued to help him comprehend.

"I like you very much Jeff," she said, smiling at him. "And I think you're just the most adorable, precious little thing." Jeff flinched at the word "little." Could she not see his cock? Already he had forgotten his previous incapacitation and was brewing for an angry outburst. Sarah saw these emotions behind his eyes and calmly continued.

"But we've only just reconnected, Jeff. We've only seen each other a handful of times. Right now, we're just having fun, wouldn't you agree, Jeff?" She gave his knee a little scratching caress with her sharp fingernails, causing his cock to jump a little. "Wouldn't you agree?" she repeated, leaning in and putting her face closer to his. Her presence seemed to cool his anger.

"Yes," he said quietly from his sitting position, his head down. Sarah scratched his knees with both hands this time as she laughed genially.

"There we are!" she cooed. "See, just two adults having a good time." Jeff sat there on the coffee table for a few moments, with both of Sarah's huge hands on his tiny knees, thinking. Sarah waited patiently.

"But..." he said after a minute, "but how many other people are you seeing?" Sarah took her hands off his knees and sat up straight on the sofa. Even though the coffee table sat higher than the sofa, Sarah's head rose a good many inches over Jeff's. This was it.

"I can't remember off the top of my head, Jeff," she said patiently. "A good number. But that's not really important. What's important is that you understand that I'm seeing other people and that you're ok with it."

He wasn't. He knew he wasn't. "Talk to me Jeff," came Sarah's gently assertive voice. She folded her arms across her chest, and his eyes were once again boggled by how huge, how strong they looked.

"I—I don't like it," he said simply, unable to voice anything else.

"Sweetie," she said gently, "you don't have to like it. You just have to accept it if we're going to keep playing."

"What?!" said Jeff in alarm.

"I really like what we've been doing," said Sarah in her cool harmonious voice, "and I would really like to continue with this dynamic that we've developed." Jeff blinked. What "dynamic" was she talking about?

"But Jeff," she continued, "I don't want to do any of this if we're not on the same page. You understand, don't you Jeff? How important it is to be on the same page?" She knew that she was toeing the boundary between tenderness and condescension in her tone.

'But really,' she thought to herself as she looked at Jeff's bamboozled face, 'what choice do I have? He's totally lost — I have to be simple with him.' She waited for him to respond.

"B-but Sarah," he stuttered (and she felt genuinely sorry for him), "I don't get it...you...you have a bunch of boyfriends like me?"

"None of them are like you," she said, smiling as her eyes traveled over his skinny naked body, "and remember Jeff, none of them, including you, are my boyfriend."

"Then what are they? W-what am I?" Sarah was encouraged by Jeff's questions and again leaned her elbows on her knees, once more putting her face close to his.

"You're my play partner, sweetie."

"A play partner?"

"Yeah! We get together, and we play sexy games with each other. Isn't that what we've been doing, Jeff?"

Jeff thought a while as Sarah waited, her eyes steadily on his face. It was hard to argue with what she was saying. But he was not satisfied yet.