Now, as I studied them in all of their full, firm grandeur, I understood the depth of that suit designer's skill; such ripe massive globes of pure delight seemed impossible to hide even with a gunny sack. The same applied to the many other lush, ripe assets of the naked nymph I now studied with anticipation. As I lay back, relishing her wanton nudity, my cock swelled and stood rigidly erect.
Her eyes couldn't have been torn away from my proud organ by a team of horses; it was the first time she had actually seen a decently hung male, at least her fascination indicated this.
Slowly, as if in a trance, she moved toward the bed. Her enormous firm tits moved in a rolling, bouncing motion. Pink pearl nipples, normally delicate adornments framed in dusky aureoles, now were jutting hard and erect. The thick silken tuft of golden pubic hair moved sensuously atop her jutting mons.
Carefully, she sat on the edge of the bed, her grey eyes still fastened on the eight rigid inches of my cock. Well, so far she had been the recipient; now it was time she became an active participant The moment of truth had arrived because at no time in the last three weeks had I been able to maneuver her into touching my hard, powerful organ, even through my pants.
"Touch it!" I commanded firmly.
"I… I want to… but…"
"Don't think about it; just do it"
"Should I?"
"You must."
"It does have a… primitive beauty. Yet it repulses me."
"That's in your head. And forget that primitive beauty crap! It's a cock. Primitive yes, beautiful no-at least not in the sense you mean it Jan! It isn't a $500 piece of primitive sculpture in a gallery on Fifth Avenue… it's a living, pulsing cock. A cock that fucks, baby, fucks a cunt. The funkier the cunt, the better it fucks. Now touch it hold it and massage it! Otherwise go home!" It was now or never, so I didn't have a thing to lose.
The violent sexuality she had demonstrated not ten minutes ago had been very difficult to pull to the surface. Chances were 50-50 I couldn't make it surface again for a long time unless… unless I could get her to apply it to my cock. She simply had to learn to like cock.
Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and grasped the thick shaft. For a full three seconds she froze, then I felt her fingers squeeze my shaft.
"Open your eyes, damn it!"
Slowly her long lashes moved, and she beheld her hand clasped around the pulsing shaft of a man's prick.
"I did it, Jack," she breathed, "I did it!"
Tentatively at first, then with a little more confidence, she moved her fingers down along the gleaming white column, into the thick bush of pubic hair; finally her supple, tapered fingers cupped the heavy weight of my swollen testicles.
As she squeezed and fondled my huge globes a fine sheen of perspiration formed on her forehead, chest and breasts. The tempo of her breathing increased. It was a very tricky moment.
Then her eyes looked directly into mine. Small flecks of green seemed to flit about, merging with the cool grey. "It is beautiful; but like you mean, Jack. I feel something happening, here, in my belly." She clutched the creamy soft curve of her belly, just above that golden tuft in her crotch. "A kind of heat, Jack, and my knees feel like melted butter. Oh God! Now my… cunt. It's getting wet again!"
I reached over to the night stand, carefully uncapping a special foam lubricant I'd received from the Shermans. I handed it to Jan.
"Put this on my prick." She squeezed out a generous amount and commenced smearing it over the entire length of my phallus. In seconds she was done.
"Feel the head. There… that's called the glans; very sensitive, especially underneath. Now, baby, I want you to pretend your fist is a large, wet cunt and fuck my cock. It's called jacking off. Say it!"
"Jacking off… yes, I remember a boy in school. He asked me to jack him off," she whispered huskily, her hand gripping my slick, lubricated cock. Her supple fingers slowly began to glide up and down the length of it. Then they gripped harder and moved faster… and faster.
"Do you like it, darling? Tell me you like it," she implored, her eyes fastened with great intensity on her rapidly pumping fist.
"Oh… yeah… now, baby, massage the tip with your fingertips…, that's right… OHHH God… beautiful!" I groaned as the delicious beginnings of a rippling tingle commenced at the base of my balls. I wasn't kidding, I loved it.
As she varied the tempo of her gliding fingers I cupped her right tit and squeezed it. Then I began circling the taut, erect nipple, letting my fingers touch the turgid bud almost as if by accident.
Without a word of prompting she cupped my balls in her other hand, gently at first, then with real relish.
"Ohhh Jesus, Jack! That big, powerful thing is actually throbbing… like a heartbeat. God, what a wild feeling… my crotch is so hot and wet… Jack, Jack!" Her eyes were slightly glazed now and her voice was low, husky and sultry. She was really aroused and her fingers did indeed feel like a big, powerful cunt. She was jacking hell out of my trembling, pulsing organ like a pro.
It was time. I grabbed her by her soft shoulders and pulled her into position between my open thighs. Before she knew my intent I clutched her by the hair and pulled her head down. Then I guided my cockhead into her mouth.
"Jack! Wha uuugghh…" Her exclamation was drowned as I lunged upward, burying my organ in her hot mouth.
I held her firmly. She attempted to pull her head up and eject me, but only once. Then she just knelt there, panting, my organ halfway into her luscious, wide-stretched lips. Her back and buttocks were shiny with the sweat of repulsion, lust and fear.
Then her head began to move up and down slowly over that section of my cock I had managed to force through her lips. A small, rippling shudder coursed through her body, her lips opened wide and nature took over. As I very well knew, most women are born cocksuckers. Whether they ever avail themselves of this talent or not, most women simply love the feel of a big, hard cock in their mouth.
As the rest of my shaft slid deep into the hot vortex of her mouth she opened her throat and took the entire eight inches. Up, up, up she glided, then paused when only my cockhead remained. The wet, soft tip of her tongue explored the glans and then glided under the rim to flick the sensitive trigger spot beneath. I damn near came right then and there.
Abandoning my glans, she commenced licking, sucking and flicking the soft-textured underside of my prick, causing the tingling hot sensation of raw fuck lust to grow to a greater level of pleasure at the base of my balls.
She licked downward until her face was buried in my bush of hair, then burrowed downward, instinctively going for the core of my maleness-the balls. I felt her hot saliva cover them; she sucked one of them into her mouth. She massaged, flicked,, and kneaded it with her tongue, then switched to the other one. Her golden mantle of silken hair covered my belly in rich profusion.
Releasing my testicle, she raised her head, looked at me with lust-glazed eyes and said, "Promise me one thing, Jack, come in my mouth. I want to feel that hot seed… that heavy hot cream in my mouth. I want to taste it, savor it and swallow… promise, damn it, or I'll rip that big, beautiful throbbing cock out by its roots. If I'm going to be a real cunt, a hot, randy cunt and cocksucker, by God I'm gonna be the best."
"Suck, baby, suck," I grunted.
She pounced on my wet, sopping organ like an animal, ingested it to the hilt and commenced sucking it in and out of her hungry mouth with wild, plunging strokes. My cock swelled and pulsed as the vortex of her lips and tongue rolled, lashed and flickered around the searing length of pulsing flesh.