“I am going to suck you off every morning,” she swore to her penis as James looked down in awe.
“That’s my girl,” Gina boasted. “The secret to stealing a man’s heart is first owning his penis. Blow him daily and that fucker will rise whenever you want it to. Hey, let me show you your new home. It’s got more shit than an outhouse.”
They left him without a backward glance. Jasmine, unlike other girls, did not run to the sink to spit. Instead, she smacked her lips as if she chewed gum. Naked, the two of them laughed at the decor and made plans to fix the place as soon as possible. They both looked so content.
“Help,” James joked, as he fell to his knees, then rolled on the floor. He came so hard it made him dizzy. He closed his eyes and slept like a baby.
Laughter woke him. He got up to see his two girls — still naked — on the sofa, each with a glass of wine watching the pornos he and Gina recorded since high school. He walked over and poured himself some vino. The size of his wall TV made the bodies look huge, but at least they were not in 3D like professional pornos. Now that was just weird, dicks shooting cum at the camera. James had ducked more than once, just out of instinct.
“Mom, I can’t believe you love to be spanked!”
“Don’t knock it til you try it,” mom shot back. “Jimmy, show my girl how good it hurts.”
Jasmine got up so he could sit down, then fell across his legs. “Oh, geez, I’m wet already.”
He slapped her ass softly and she groaned like a whore. “Harder, bitch!” she yelled, apparently drunk. So he hit her harder. “Oooooh,” she moaned. She raised her ass, so he kept smacking it. “Ahhhhhh!” He couldn’t believe how much she seemed to enjoy it. He, himself, sported enough wood to reforest the Amazon. Harder and harder he struck, his eyes in astonishment at how wet her pussy grew, so he started finger-fucking her with one hand while slapping her booty with the other. “Ewwwwww!” His hand left palm prints on her ass cheek, but still she urged him on. He slipped in another finger, then a third, then went for speed. “Ohhhhhh!” Finally, his dick fucking her belly button, she broke. “Oh, yes!”
Jasmine came all over his hand and leg, but not like a normal orgasm. There would have been less liquid if she peed. He had never seen a woman release so much when she came.
“Jimmy, make her yours,” Gina urged him, holding a video camera to record their first time. “Fuck my daughter to another orgasm and you will fucking own her!”
Normally not so willing to take orders, James flipped Jasmine on her back and used his arms to force her legs wide. He placed her feet over his shoulders while her mother slipped his cock in her daughter. Jasmine started with glassy eyes from the last super-orgasm, but now they really began to fog up as he started pounding her like a major leaguer. Since he already came, he knew he could last a long time.
At first he worried that Jasmine lacked the energy to cum, but gradually her breathing changed as she floated between worlds, her small breasts bouncing up and down as he stabbed his sword down to the hilt. All the way in, almost all the way out, faster and faster.
James loved the access that this position gave him. She was at his mercy and he had a lot of aggression to get out. His new girlfriend was just so beautiful. She had one of those faces that fixated the eyes. Lipstick smeared, makeup melting, and hair all fucked up, honestly, she never looked better.
He patted himself on the back for losing those last ten pounds because it made his dick longer. A man loses a quarter inch of dick for every ten pounds he packs on, or so he read somewhere.
Jasmine suddenly opened her eyes and looked at him as if he was a mugger who pulled out a knife. Her facial expression was so clear that he could almost read her thoughts as they bounced around in her head. She must have seen a ghost because she arched her back and screamed at him like a horror movie victim. James was not sure if she had an orgasm or a heart attack.
Then her water broke. Or, at least, a wave of liquid drenched his cock and soaked his couch. She’s gonna become dehydrated, at his rate, he noted. I’m gonna have to stock the fridge with Gatorade.
Oh, the crazy shit that crosses a man’s mind during sex.
He had not yet come, so he turned her over to fuck her doggy-style. He grabbed her by the waist and made a nice smack-smack-smack sound as he hit her booty. Jasmine mumbled something, but seemed incapable of speech.
He gazed out across the Manhattan skyline, so thankful to God for his many blessings. Although a good person, he knew he didn’t deserve so much, so he assumed his life held a higher purpose. He looked at the woman he planned to marry and saw the mate of a lifetime. He had his heart broken before and prayed this wonderful woman didn’t break it again.
That’s the problem with finding someone wonderful — they ruin you for anyone else.
Then Jasmine started barking. At least, that’s what it sounded like, for she buried her face in the seat cushion. James felt her virgina muscles gripping his penis like a golf club, so he slapped her ass hard and rammed her extra rough. She yelled out, her long black hair all over the place, finally whimpering as her orgasm peaked.
That was too much for James. He flooded her canyon in a flash. Exhausted by their marathon sex, he walked around to check on her.
Jasmine collapsed on the sofa, but gazed up at him as if he was a fucking God. Her entire face looked like a smile.
“Thank you,” she whispered, which struck him like a frying pan. Nobody had ever thanked him for sex before. He never felt more flattered in his life. “I love you so fucking much, James.”
Now his legs felt weak. Who was this woman? How come it felt like he knew her better after just several hours than he understood most people after many years?
“I love you, too,” he replied, surprised that he really meant it.
She made room for him on the couch, so he laid down and they slept together, while Gina filmed it all for posterity.
“My girl is taken care of,” mom said before stopping the video.
James had one last thought before sleeping with the woman of his dreams. “Gina, in the upper right cupboard in the kitchen, you’ll find $10,000 cash in a cookie jar. Tomorrow I want you and Jasmine to spend it.”
“I love you, Jimmy.”
“Why don’t you get big tits with Jasmine?” he asked casually.
Gina almost came on the spot. “I just gave you my only daughter. What more do you want?”
“Do you remember my dad?”
“Back in high school, sure. Tall guy like you. Why?”
“My mom left him years ago, but he recently found out that his trophy wife cheated on him. A lot. They had a pre-nup, but the divorce still ended painfully for him. She made it as difficult as possible for him. He’s worked hard his entire life and needs someone awesome to share it with.”
“No. Fucking. Way. Are you kidding me? You want me to marry your dad?”
“You don’t have to marry, but I’d love to see him happy again. He works these insane hours that I fear are literally killing him. He needs a life apart from work. And you have just the right assets for the job.”
“You’re gonna buy me boobs so I can seduce your father?” she asked, totally thrilled. “You’re like a combo of Jesus and Santa. You’re fucking Janta Clause.”
“Yes, but once you marry my father and I marry your daughter, we probably shouldn’t have sex anymore. On the plus side, my father is several times richer than me.”