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Jodie has managed to maintain an extremely private off-screen life. In 2013, she "came out" as a lesbian while receiving a lifetime achievement at an awards show, but even there she remained a little coy, describing herself as "single" and declaring “If you had to fight for a life that felt real and honest and normal against all odds, then maybe you, too, would value privacy above all else.”
What is "...real and honest and normal against all odds..." for Jodie? Well, it is the maintenance of longer-term live-in romantic relationships with women. It is also her willingness to use her extraordinary beauty and power to take the finest men as lovers, and to maintain public privacy while pursuing each of these sets of relationships.
On the set of the movie "Nell", she enjoyed the legendary lothario Liam Neeson. The Irishman's lovemaking skills and attributes had come highly recommended by his previous lovers, a couple of whom had spoken to Jodie about him. "I don't expect you to understand," they said as they gushed to Jodie their detailed reporting of the mind-blowing sex Liam brought them, in this way acknowledging Jodie's long-term girlfriend. "Oh, I think I can relate," Jodie responded cagily.
Little did they know that Jodie had taken advantage of her lifelong residence in Los Angeles and her early stardom to access the best men that Southern California had to offer. She had learned how to keep her private life private from an early age; she did not allow herself to be seen out with these men. Her interest in these men was purely sexual, and could be contained in luxurious private residences throughout the region.
Her first of these, an intense affair which began right after she graduated from high school, was with John Holmes. They had absolutely nothing in common outside the sex, but the 36-year-old legend got off on Jodie's beauty, her legs which were already spectacular and womanly, and the perversity of this young, world-famous woman with a Yale scholarship taking to him so aggressively. For the teenage Jodie, she got off on the secure knowledge that this was a summer fling, the dissolute lifestyle of her porn man which was such a far remove from her own, the private pride of gaining the time of the most notoriously hung man in the world and, most importantly, the uniquely gratifying sex John brought. He turned Jodie into a lifelong size queen.
After returning from the intense scholastic lifestyle she immersed herself into at Yale, Jodie returned to Hollywood and its greater access to the top porn actors she had been given a taste for by her summer with John. She didn't want to hunt around uncertainly for a man who, handsome as he may be, wasn't certain to be fabulously potent and beautifully hung, a man who might insist on going out in public with her. Given all her complications and needs, porn actors were the best option available to Jodie in her 20's and 30's. Their potency and size were certain, and they were uninterested in being emotionally demanding, which made for less drama and a much easier time keeping her sex life with men and her relationships with her girlfriends separate and less complicated.
Jodie's return from Yale was happily timed to coincide with Peter North's arrival in the industry. She was excited by the luck of landing such a spectacular lover right away, and enjoyed the personal power she exhibited by being able to have Peter, with his ripped body, extremely large and hard cock, and incredibly strong tosses just because she decided to make it happen. Jodie rarely allowed Peter to spray his obscene tosses around as he did in his films; no, she wanted to feel her lover's sporting cock toss inside of her, and she was a strong enough lover to cause him to want to bury his penis in her as he came. Jodie added Rocco Siffredi as her intense, even more massively hung, demanding lover in the year before she had Liam on set.
"Liam seems like a very gentle man," Jodie told a New York Times reporter* during the "Nell" production. "But there are little flashes of danger. He could put his fist in the world." The metaphor was extremely knowing, a wink to her Irish lover. In fact, Liam had followed his takings of Jodie with his brutally large penis, a penis later described by one of his beautiful lovers as the size of an Evian bottle, by fisting Jodie. His hands were huge, all the better to grab her body as he took her roughly; this made his fisting of her extraordinarily painful, but also extraordinarily transformative, as she reached her hardest multiple orgasms yet after successfully overcoming the pain.
Another relationship which demonstrated how Jodie's new lover "could put his fist in the world" was the simultaneous transgression he was committing on set. "He has a raw and open sexuality," the beautiful actress Natasha Richardson told the same Times reporter on the set of "Nell". Natasha saw to it that the Times story reported that Richardson's marriage to the British producer Robert Fox had been troubled. That was a lie; Natasha thought Fox would remain the love of her life until the moment she met Neeson. The two had immediately begun an affair after meeting during the casting of a Broadway play that Richardson produced a year earlier. The review from The New Yorker said "Not since Brando tossed meat up to Stella in 'A Streetcar Named Desire' has flesh made such a spectacular entrance." Neeson was a "sequoia of sex," said the review. This was the man Natasha selected for her play.
"I think we fell in love later," Richardson told the Times reporter. That's because it started with the rawest a****l lust.
Their marriage was being planned during the shooting of "Nell," all while the 42-year-old Liam and 31-year-old Jodie carried on with their extremely satisfying affair. Neeson entered Natasha's life as a well-known ladies man, so this was taken in stride by her. "I'm pleased that women fall in love with him," she told a reporter, "because I know why." Jodie was the last woman he fucked before his wedding day, and he was true to Natasha throughout their marriage. Jodie has told reporters that this role was her personal favorite. What made that so for her was her ravishing affair with her hulking Irishman.
As great as it was for Jodie, it was Liam who, in the end, became more emotionally involved. She had a true presence, was a strong and accomplished woman, had a terrific body, and was an absolutely fantastic lover, something he could not have predicted. He had only heard a very little bit about Jodie's relationships with women, and had no idea how well her fantastically endowed male lovers had prepared her for Liam's ravagings. Jodie enjoyed hard fuckings, and could give them back to Liam in kind. At one point in between their lovemakings, as Jodie pulled and nibbled on his thick unit so she could enjoy him yet again, Liam said that he was considering canceling his wedding because he thought that Jodie might be the one for him.
She kept on pulling at his cock while bringing her mouth off the head of it. Shaking her head briefly and with humor, Jodie looked him in the eye and said with a smile, "Oh, Liam, you're not the one for me. I just loooove making love with you, that's all. I don't want to marry you. Get married to Natasha. You love each other. I'll be fine."
* All quotes from the story by the New York Times reporter are real:
http://www.nytimes.com/1994/12/04/magazine/it-s-liam-neeson.html?pagewanted=all
As are the other direct quotes from other reporters in this portion of the story.
After Liam's wonderful sex was withdrawn from her life, Jodie found herself willing to engage in greater transgressions in pursuit of her jumbo-cocked, well-built, potent lovers. She quickly initiated her first interracial affair after seeing Jake Steed fuck on camera and immediately contacting his agent to arrange their first meeting. This affair with a relatively light-skinned African-American was good enough at the start for Jodie to seek other superior black men. Soon, she was enjoying the sex of Lexington Steele and Mandingo the moments after they began their porn careers, and all three younger men were very much enjoying Jodie's sex as well. Soon, she began to gain a reputation in the porn community as a real night rider, an enthusiastic pursuer of select handsome black men whose deluxe erections thickened her pussy lips and caused her labia to protrude outward by stroking through them rapidly and frequently. All the while, she maintained longer-term, live-in romantic relationships with women. These were sexual relationships as well; Jodie has a strong sex drive and sexual skills with both women and men.
All of these relationships and the effects they were having on Jodie began to be shadowed in 2004 by an extraordinary young man who would be drawn into Jodie's orbit the next year to provide both the missing puzzle piece in their lives, a puzzle piece which brought both order and turmoil.
Donna was 47, Maurice was 18. Donna was 5'1, 105 pounds, snowy, soft white skin, blonde hair, absolutely gorgeous legs and feet, with the body tone of an attractive 30-year-old. Maurice was 6'11", 235 pounds, jet black, with a naturally ripped body. Donna had only had one lover in her life, her husband who she married when she was 19. She had enjoyed sex with her husband, but he gained weight throughout their 40's and sex had retreated as a primary force in their marriage. Maurice had had only a couple of sexual relationships with girls at his high school; they had been less than pleasurable because he had been unable to get his enormous erection inside his first girlfriend, and had torn the vagina of his second girlfriend on the night he lost his virginity. Spending the night at the hospital while his new girlfriend recovered from emergency surgery was an unpleasant way to experience the beginning of his sex life.
Donna knew none of those things. She just knew she was made dizzy by her son's new high school friend. Donna's son soon asked if Maurice could move in with them because of his family situation, and Donna's dizziness became joined by fear, excitement, ruthless planning and abandonment of what had been important to her before. After many weeks of their disguised flirtations and hidden assessments, Maurice was in the shower and nobody else was in the house when Donna intentionally walked in on him. She watched him for a half-minute as he masturbated, both of his enormous hands pulling furiously on his extraordinarily long, obscenely thick erection, covered in bubbly soap, eyes closed tight, groaning in pleasure, towering, extremely muscular body electric in the moment, incredibly full lips pursed out, beginning to anticipate orgasm. He was thinking of Donna, her body, the way she looked at him, hopeless to know how to pursue this curiosity he sensed in her, hopeless to know how to pursue his own hot desire.
Others might have found the shocking scene too upsetting or disturbing to continue, but Donna had crossed the rubicon in her consideration of the two of them just that morning; she had entered the house aroused with the thought that it was only a matter of time before she would make a play for her son's friend. What a providential moment! She gave Maurice a seductive look, a slight, reassuring smile, as he became startled by her sudden notice. His immediate fear of discovery was put to rest by Donna's easy, confident liberation from her clothing, her entry into the shower with him, her first, feathery touching of his erection, her deep, soulful sigh, her strong stroking of his cock beginning to shed the soap, her rubbing of her torso against his excited penis, her finishing the rinsing of their bodies by pressing them, moving them against each other...doubts and fears were beginning to leave him.
In the next moments, Donna felt powerfully excited and, then, delightfully languid, as she made her long reach up to cradle the back of the enormous black teenager's head and pull his mouth down to hers as she raised on the tip of her toes, feeling the excitement in that moment, the new excitement in the next moment as his enormous lips covered hers and his tongue, shockingly long and thick like his cock, thrust hard into her mouth, filling it suddenly as he continued to shove his tongue deeply into her, the new excitement in the new moment after she pulled her mouth back and said calmly, "No, no...take your time, be gentle," as she nibbled at his lips, kissed him gently with her rose petal mouth, her hand back around his head as he pulled down, her slight overbite intoxicating him now...
The next moments were filled by Donna's firm hold on the shaft of Maurice's penis with both hands, her leading him to the bed that way, the bed she shared with her husband, laying Maurice back and arranging all the pillows at the headboard so he could watch her stroking his enormous penis, his hard and excited penis with a very slight curve upward, her becoming unable to cover the extraordinary head of his penis with her small mouth, her managing to improvise well enough with her hands and mouth to bring him to volcanic orgasm in less than two minutes, to cause Maurice's gorgeous cock to pump out foot-long, thick ropes of spunk two to three feet in the air for a full 20 seconds, to cause this amazing a****l to shout "fuck fuck fuck Fuck Fuck FUCK FUCK AHHHHH AHHHHH..." the whole time. Donna pulled back a bit with the fright of the first tosses and the audible sound his cum made as it rocketed forcefully up his shaft and out his cock head; she could see Maurice's urethra open and close as it visibly assisted the launching of his cum. It was a shocking, sacred scene which the lovers reacted to with a silent reassessment of what was happening between them, and what might happen next.
"My sweet Lord, Maurice, you're going to get every woman you sleep with pregnant if that's what you do with them! That was...amazing!"
"Donna, what you did for me was amazing. I'm so excited by you! What a great body you have!" Maurice half-caressed, half-
grabbed her small breasts which sat up high and turned slightly upward at the nipples, grabbed her broader but still relatively trim ass without a speck of cellulite. She was spectacular.
"I don't know if what I did for you was amazing." She kissed him, extending her small, pointed tongue out slightly, feeling it met by his long, thick tongue pushing hers back for a moment, then feeling his tongue retreat, becoming gentler...he is learning!, Donna thought. "You're going to be a wonderful lover for me," she said very softly, uncertain if she wanted to express this vulnerable hope so early. She re-grasped and reappraised Maurice's erection. Nearly a foot long, nearly eight inches around, richly covered with enormous veins up, down and around the shaft, ribbed for her pleasure, she thought, looking at the enormous, gracefully shaped cock head which jumped exhiliratingly off his already thick shaft...More audibly, she said, "You are fucking...too much to deal with. What a man. God!."
The next moments were filled by Donna switching their positions and teaching Maurice to eat out her pussy. She experienced him as a quick learner with an amazing mouth which might have brought her to orgasm right then if not for her need to rush them into sexual intercourse due to her awareness that she and Maurice only had an hour before her husband and son were due home, along with the sudden, undeniable instinct of natural selection which was hitting her like a ton of bricks. This led Donna to guide them to switch positions again, her spreading her legs as she guided his thrilling, astonishing sex organ to hers, both partners giggling with the excited anticipation, the pressing of her hands against Maurice's full, hard ass as he began to press his thick, hard length and massive mushroom-shaped cock head into her wetness, thru her labia, stroking its lips softly before pushing past the sopping wet opening to her aroused vagina, the frustrating difficulty her body initially had in taking in such a monstrous sex organ, finally the sudden slide three inches inside her of his huge head and cock shaft and then, a few seconds and strokes later, two more inches yet, the delightful sawing of their organs together as Maurice continued to penetrate Donna, her first orgasm only ten seconds into this new and best love, the exquisite pleasure, her moans, screams and pleadings, the ten distinct orgasms she took in the four minutes before the clear feeling of Maurice's cock tossing another enormous load, this one deeply inside her as he instinctively and quickly made the right move by pressing his cock as deeply inside his lover as possible and keeping it still as she experienced the tenting of her vagina and the entry of yet another inch along with the first cervical orgasm of her life, a new experience which caused Donna's 47-year-old body to blossom around the thick, long pole of her 18-year-old man, her new man, the man causing her body to quiver and shake around his tossing, pulsing cock as she felt and saw his thick white sperm as it overflowed her pussy, seeping out the sides of her labia as his cock took her vault fully, this seepage adding to a foamy ring which their fucking had already left three inches from the base of his enormous erection as she and her body continued to shake with her orgasm, as she looked up and saw Maurice's amazing body towering above her, his gorgeous, masculine chest at her eye level as he continued to press his pole inside her, as her eyes made their way down his rippling torso, to the wonderful, swinging, slim hips which now pressed into her, back up to the "Killer V" made by the enormous lats and shoulders and arms which sprung from the young man's thin waist, then Donna's sudden inspiration to grab onto Maurice's lats, his shoulders, his forearms, feeling the terrific feelings that came from the wonderful masculinity of his body contrasted with the delightful femininity of her body underneath him, her body which continued its sharp, long, quivering cervical orgasm for another few seconds before relaxing for a moment, before feeling her titanic lover pull his cock out of her quickly, a gushing sound with his withdrawal, and seeing him fall back on the bed next to her, still breathing heavily.
What a relief! They were as great for each other as they could have hoped.
Soon, after breaths were regained, there was Donna's mounting of Maurice's penis, still full enough for mounting, her strokes lasting long enough and deeply enough to bring herself off just once more, ignoring the instinct to keep on stroking herself up and down on his prick to bring herself to more orgasms, instead choosing to rise off his cock in order to stroke, nibble and suck on it for a minute before mounting it again, his cock now stiff as a tent pole again, falling back up and down on it until her next delectable orgasm, ignoring her instincts again in favor of rising off him again and stroking, nibbling and sucking on his cock, this time choosing to kiss up and down and all around his erection, theatrically announcing "Love, love, love, love..." while looking at her new man and kissing his erection some more. This routine- mounting, cumming, sucking, fearless demonstrations of love and gratitude- was repeated five more times; each time Donna fell over Maurice's cock a little longer, a little deeper, while she continued to resist taking more than the one, progressively more pleasurable, orgasm she gave herself each time. Donna began to moan "no, no, no, no" as she approached, found, and concluded those single orgasms; as she dismounted and excited herself, and him, by playing with his fantastic erection, she looked over his terrific body again and then deeply into Maurice's warm eyes and handsome, full face as she cooed, "I love you, I'm in love with you, I love you, Maurice."
There were a few more explorations, and quite a bit of cleaning of the mess they had made the bedroom, that took place before Donna got them out of the house before their discovery by her family. As this tidying of the scene of love finished, the young man became inspired for a moment. Maurice lacked experience, but his natural instincts allowed him to understand that picking Donna up by wrapping his enormous hands tightly around her slim waist, placing her cunt back atop his erection and fucking her standing up, would be acceptable for her, even under the tight timeline. Donna responded to this sudden taking of her by leaving her legs hanging down and fairly relaxed, overjoyed with the confidence that she would not have to work for her orgasm, that this gorgeous b**st of a man would bring them to enjoy another simultaneous orgasm together. She kept a huge grin on her face and looked Maurice square in the eyes, hands grabbing onto the sides of his wide, muscular shoulders, as her confidence in him was validated. It was so joyful to have a new man who could bring her off so easily and so hard.
Donna invented a quick excuse to be out of the house overnight. She called her husband and son in front of Maurice from the hotel room she purchased for her lover. On the way to the hotel, she had stopped by a d**g store in the neighborhood where they lived to pick up some high grade sexual lubricant for the night's continuing adventures and a bottle of orange juice to replete their loss of fluid. The sight and smell of them was shocking, indecent; they looked gorgeous together and reeked of sex, The enormous dark teenager and the petite pale wife openly pawed at each other in line, grabbing each other's asses and organs as they waited. Donna thought about putting Maurice down on the floor right there in the store so she could mount his cock again, but she managed to avoid it. The eyeful and buzz created by the couple's look and behavior was enough as it was.
They took to their hotel room and continued to enjoy each other in their spectacular manner. Maurice tossed inside his woman three more times in missionary, doggie and reverse cowgirl positions; it was difficult to keep track of the number of orgasms Donna reached, or the number of times the two declared their love for each other in the middle of their sex. The lube helped her reach orgasm during their intercourse, but Donna also got Maurice to bring her to hard orgasms with his mouth and hands; his long fingers helped him find her G spot and stroke it to send her into ecstasy. He kissed her mouth, or sucked and bit on her small breasts, while she grabbed his forearms and moaned hoarsely during the orgasms he delivered with his hands.
"Keep on changing my body," Donna finally said to Maurice as she streamed lube over her palm, rubbed her hands together, and greased up his penis more thoroughly than before. "I've done it a few times with my husband, but it's been years, and I never had a good time with him. I want you to bring me off that way tonight too."
And it happened, the glorious, risky, transformational moment happened. Maurice was forced to be much more careful with his cock after the lube and a lot of ass play helped him begin to open Donna's anus. He did not bring up the girlfriend he put in the hospital months before; he believed in Donna's guidance and he was thrilled to be free of the despair he had felt about his sexual future. Donna broke out in a cold sweat and put her hand against Maurice's hip as he pressed himself inside her while they laid on their sides and began to open her ass with short, steady strokes. At times Maurice became anxious to swing his cock inside Donna so he could get off, but occasionally she would cry out in real pain, her ass would clamp down on him, and the cold sweat would pour out of her again. It kept them patient.
A few minutes after she guided his fingers onto her clit and showed Maurice how she liked it stroked, Donna began to find her time. These orgasms were much shallower than the ones she enjoyed earlier, but the diffuse nature of the pleasure and the complicated set of emotions and physical feelings the lovers were experiencing caused these orgasms of hers to last a very long time. When Donna's orgasms dilated her anus, Maurice pushed his cock deeper inside the sexy woman he had lusted after with little hope before that night. He began to stroke more vigorously; Donna cried out "Oh my God, so big and scary in my fucking ass, you're hurting me, you're hurting me, be careful but don't stop taking my ASSHOLE!" as she kept on cumming on her young man's wonderful penis. She rubbed her feet against his legs and craned her neck so they could see each other's faces as Maurice's own orgasm came. The pleasure caused him to thrust dangerously and bellow out and Donna cried out in pain again, but she called out to Maurice "Stroke my clit, please, circles, fast circles." That helped, but in the end Donna was forced to dig her own fingers inside her vagina to get the finish she so desperately needed.
After he pulled his cock slowly out of her ass, Maurice and Donna laid on their backs next to each other, hands clasped tightly together, they stared silently at the ceiling for a moment. After a minute, Donna returned to her side to face Maurice; she tapped him to attention. She had a sweet smile back on her face.
"This is going to sound weird, but I want to let you know I feel this sincerely. Things won't go for you like they do for normal people."
"What do you mean?"
"You're such a spectacular lover; there's literally no one like you. You aren't destined for a normal life. You deserve to have beautiful women, and beautiful women will want to have you. You should have them."
This wasn't what Maurice was expecting. "Don't you want me for yourself?"
"That would be nice, But, I mean, look at you! You could make love to me right now again, right?"
"Yes. But that's because you're so sexy. I've looked at you since I visited your house a couple of years ago."
"I know you can't relate, but what you're talking about is just crazy. No one is as good as you, even the best older guys with the most experience and endurance."
"I don't quite understand."
"I know, I'm searching for how to explain this. Lots of people really want lots of other people. I want you right now. But I'm physically exhausted and sooooo sore."
"I'm sorry. I really didn't want to hurt you."
"I'm not sorry at all, Maurice. I wanted to make love with you, and I kept on wanting to make love with you even after that first toss of yours."
"What about it?"
"You're gifted, Maurice. That shooting out of your sperm you do. Do you do that all the time when you masturbate?"
"Yeah, I toss out a lot of cum."
"How often each day?"
"A half dozen times or so."
"And you shoot it out with that force all the time?"
"Pretty much. Harder when I'm most excited. I was very excited when you helped me do that."
"Wow. WOW! See, I've talked with a lot of women about their sex lives. Some of them have had great lovers who give them satisfying sex. Some of their lovers had really big penises. But my friends told me about what they had, and no one has what you have. You're special. Do you know most guys can't come more than once at a time with a woman?"
"No, I didn't."
"And all that cum of yours? Most men dribble out a couple of tablespoons."
"Really? It's always been this way for me."
"See what I'm saying? You're special. Look how you learned to love me down so quickly. You are already way better with your mouth and hands than my husband, and he's had our whole lives to learn what I need."
"I want to make you happy."
"I know you do; it's really sweet. It's one of the things about you that make you such a perfect lover. And you know what another thing is?"
He didn't have an answer.
"Your body. You're sex on legs. Do you know that every one of the women I know who have k**s at the high school talk about you?"
"They think about me?"
"Maurice, they've all wanted to fuck you for years. You were a man before you were a man. You're every woman's dream, even before they know what you've got between your legs and how potent you are and how much you care and want to learn."
"Wow, really? All of them?"
"Yes."
"Even Andrea?"
"Oh, oh yes. She's got a whole fantasy story she has told me about you. It actually plays out with you making love to both of us in a hotel room. You take turns with us with one watching you make love to the other, and then we both get you on your back and trade positions for a good long while, one on your cock and one on your face."
"Damn, Andrea's sexy too." Maurice quickly became self-conscious. "Not as sexy as you, though."
"Look, I've seen Andrea naked. She is extremely sexy. She loooves big cocks. You'll love her."
"I'm confused."
"That's all right. I feel a little confused myself. But what I feel confused about is why I wanted the life I had before, Now that I have you, I'm not giving you up."
"But I thought you were letting me go to love Andrea and the others."
"Oh, no, we're going to keep on fucking each other. I love you so much, Maurice! But I'm not enough for you."
"Are you sure?"
"Sure I am. Does Andrea excite you?"
"Well, yes."
"If she came in this room right now, knowing what I've told you, would you ask to fuck her?"
"Maybe."
"What if she asked you to fuck her?"
"Yeah, I'd do it. If it was all right with you."
"What am I saying to you? I mean, look at what's happening right now. Just talking about this has gotten you raging hard. You're flowing out pre-cum and everything. Maurice, there is no other man on Earth who can do that after getting off as many times as you have with me. I'm not ready for you right now, but Angela and the others are about to be made so ready for you, because I'm going to start to tell them."
"I guess I see what you're saying." It was an inviting new reality Donna was recommending. Maurice really liked women like Donna, and there were certainly a lot of them out there in the neighborhood, and even more in the area. If they all wanted him, well, why not?
Donna went on to seal the deal. "No wriggling out of this, lover. I'm calling Andrea now." Sure enough, Donna had her cel out; it was ringing.
Donna wasn't k**ding; she really did want to keep Maurice as a lover while understanding she would need to share him with others. All of this was going to require quite a lot of transgression on everyone's part. Donna's own transgressions during the month after they began became quite remarkable. Maurice and Donna kept their affair officially secret for a week, but they began to flirt quite madly with each other at the dinner table and around the house during the second week and sneaked kisses, foreplay and lovemaking whenever they could. Donna's husband and Maurice's friend began to be put in a place where they were fools for not knowing what was going on.
They began to look even more foolish during the third week, as Donna and Maurice began to go on walks in the neighborhood. The enormous, remarkably built, dark young man wore light sweat pants which failed to disguise the incredible erection he sported while he walked with the pale, petite, beautifully bodied white woman more than twice his age and nearly two feet shorter, a woman who showed off her own exquisite body by dressing very revealingly during her hot summer walks with him. They even held each other by the hand and occasionally shared open-mouthed kisses and explicit sexual caresses with each other during these neighborhood walks, and generally acted as the very happy lovers they were. Finally, the game was up in the last week. Donna drove a hard bargain, asking her husband and son to accept that Maurice was her lover now and would take the marriage bed whenever they wanted to make love.
Donna took a leave of absence from work for three months; many people came to understand that this was done so she could have much more time with her lover who was nearly 30 years her junior. But even during those months Donna understood that she would have to share Maurice. The beautiful young man loved Donna more often than anyone else during that time, and her commitment to him touched his heart and helped sustain his sexual appetite and love for her. But by the end of the three months, many other beautiful older women in town were using Donna's bedroom to take up with her fantastic lover as well. Moans, cries, screams and delirious declarations of love were heard from the bed Donna's husband had shared with her for decades; nearly a dozen women of various ages, including a recent cheerleader for the high school teams and the wife of a pastor, were remade by this love. You can imagine for yourself how Donna's husband and son felt about all this; it was all confounding, humiliating, and a bit awe-inspiring to them. Donna proved to be a strong administrator of her family's love and support; she was strong enough to cause them to accept what she demanded from them.
The compelling case made to Maurice by the ocean of extraordinary women who were quickly washing up at his feet made him feel comfortable about taking with ruthless abandon women who wanted him, and allowing himself to be taken by them with a ruthlessness which was not quite the same. By the time Donna returned to work, not only was Andrea beginning to surpass her in the amount of time and emotion the 18-year-old Maurice spent on her, yet another older woman, this one in her fifties, invited him to stay with her and take up a place in her bed.
After a year of pursuing these serial sexual relationships, one woman connected to another connected to another, Maurice found himself in Los Angeles. He started his major explorations there by indulging his taste for young beauties, finding dozens of wonderful young women barely of age at the studios which produced programs for teens, moving on to other older actresses and those who wished to become actresses. Some of Maurice's favorite intrigues happened on the sets of television shows. There was almost always a blend of ages in the cast; it was invigorating to arrange to fuck the 45-year-old, 22-year-old and 18-year-old actresses on the same set, all of whom were beautiful, after all, even the ones in supporting comic relief roles, while making sure the younger teenagers in the cast understood he recognized them and would want to get with them when they were at the age of consent.
All of this most often came with a romantic tension which he enjoyed. Would the 45-year-old advise the 22-year-old with a strong Christian belief which prevented her from having sex before marriage to begin her affair with Maurice before the 18-year-old stole his heart and time, knowing that the 22-year-old was jealous of her younger cast mate? Would the oldest actress tell the 22-year-old that she had gone decades in the business without finding a man as extraordinary as Maurice, and that she was a fool to pass up the chance to experience the best lover she would ever have? Would the 45-year-old arrange for both herself and the 18-year-old to be seen fucking Maurice on set on different days by the 22-year-old, inspiring her to take up with Maurice by causing her to believe that Christ would sanction love so pure and righteous? What would that look like, for the 22-year-old virgin, a tall, thin, pale and beautiful leading actress type, to lose her virginity to this cruel and beautiful instrument of a man? Would he be gentle with her? Brutal? How many times would they bring each other off that first time together? What would it be like for this 22-year-old when Maurice, after taking her virginity, soon convinces her to join him with the 45-year-old and the 18-year-old in a sexual foursome? What will it be like for the 22-year-old when, in the middle of the act, she becomes fully aware that Maurice could handle the three of them and a couple more? What would it be like for her when, faced with this fact and this extraordinary rejection of the morals she had carried out her entire life, she immediately falls much, much more deeply in love with him?
Maurice was finding his way to Jodie now.
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Jodie has managed to maintain an extremely private off-screen life. In 2013, she "came out" as a lesbian while receiving a lifetime achievement at an awards show, but even there she remained a little coy, describing herself as "single" and declaring “If you had to fight for a life that felt real and honest and normal against all odds, then maybe you, too, would value privacy above all else.”
What is "...real and honest and normal against all odds..." for Jodie? Well, it is the maintenance of longer-term live-in romantic relationships with women. It is also her willingness to use her extraordinary beauty and power to take the finest men as lovers, and to maintain public privacy while pursuing each of these sets of relationships.
On the set of the movie "Nell", she enjoyed the legendary lothario Liam Neeson. The Irishman's lovemaking skills and attributes had come highly recommended by his previous lovers, a couple of whom had spoken to Jodie about him. "I don't expect you to understand," they said as they gushed to Jodie their detailed reporting of the mind-blowing sex Liam brought them, in this way acknowledging Jodie's long-term girlfriend. "Oh, I think I can relate," Jodie responded cagily.
Little did they know that Jodie had taken advantage of her lifelong residence in Los Angeles and her early stardom to access the best men that Southern California had to offer. She had learned how to keep her private life private from an early age; she did not allow herself to be seen out with these men. Her interest in these men was purely sexual, and could be contained in luxurious private residences throughout the region.
Her first of these, an intense affair which began right after she graduated from high school, was with John Holmes. They had absolutely nothing in common outside the sex, but the 36-year-old legend got off on Jodie's beauty, her legs which were already spectacular and womanly, and the perversity of this young, world-famous woman with a Yale scholarship taking to him so aggressively. For the teenage Jodie, she got off on the secure knowledge that this was a summer fling, the dissolute lifestyle of her porn man which was such a far remove from her own, the private pride of gaining the time of the most notoriously hung man in the world and, most importantly, the uniquely gratifying sex John brought. He turned Jodie into a lifelong size queen.
After returning from the intense scholastic lifestyle she immersed herself into at Yale, Jodie returned to Hollywood and its greater access to the top porn actors she had been given a taste for by her summer with John. She didn't want to hunt around uncertainly for a man who, handsome as he may be, wasn't certain to be fabulously potent and beautifully hung, a man who might insist on going out in public with her. Given all her complications and needs, porn actors were the best option available to Jodie in her 20's and 30's. Their potency and size were certain, and they were uninterested in being emotionally demanding, which made for less drama and a much easier time keeping her sex life with men and her relationships with her girlfriends separate and less complicated.
Jodie's return from Yale was happily timed to coincide with Peter North's arrival in the industry. She was excited by the luck of landing such a spectacular lover right away, and enjoyed the personal power she exhibited by being able to have Peter, with his ripped body, extremely large and hard cock, and incredibly strong tosses just because she decided to make it happen. Jodie rarely allowed Peter to spray his obscene tosses around as he did in his films; no, she wanted to feel her lover's sporting cock toss inside of her, and she was a strong enough lover to cause him to want to bury his penis in her as he came. Jodie added Rocco Siffredi as her intense, even more massively hung, demanding lover in the year before she had Liam on set.
"Liam seems like a very gentle man," Jodie told a New York Times reporter* during the "Nell" production. "But there are little flashes of danger. He could put his fist in the world." The metaphor was extremely knowing, a wink to her Irish lover. In fact, Liam had followed his takings of Jodie with his brutally large penis, a penis later described by one of his beautiful lovers as the size of an Evian bottle, by fisting Jodie. His hands were huge, all the better to grab her body as he took her roughly; this made his fisting of her extraordinarily painful, but also extraordinarily transformative, as she reached her hardest multiple orgasms yet after successfully overcoming the pain.
Another relationship which demonstrated how Jodie's new lover "could put his fist in the world" was the simultaneous transgression he was committing on set. "He has a raw and open sexuality," the beautiful actress Natasha Richardson told the same Times reporter on the set of "Nell". Natasha saw to it that the Times story reported that Richardson's marriage to the British producer Robert Fox had been troubled. That was a lie; Natasha thought Fox would remain the love of her life until the moment she met Neeson. The two had immediately begun an affair after meeting during the casting of a Broadway play that Richardson produced a year earlier. The review from The New Yorker said "Not since Brando tossed meat up to Stella in 'A Streetcar Named Desire' has flesh made such a spectacular entrance." Neeson was a "sequoia of sex," said the review. This was the man Natasha selected for her play.
"I think we fell in love later," Richardson told the Times reporter. That's because it started with the rawest a****l lust.
Their marriage was being planned during the shooting of "Nell," all while the 42-year-old Liam and 31-year-old Jodie carried on with their extremely satisfying affair. Neeson entered Natasha's life as a well-known ladies man, so this was taken in stride by her. "I'm pleased that women fall in love with him," she told a reporter, "because I know why." Jodie was the last woman he fucked before his wedding day, and he was true to Natasha throughout their marriage. Jodie has told reporters that this role was her personal favorite. What made that so for her was her ravishing affair with her hulking Irishman.
As great as it was for Jodie, it was Liam who, in the end, became more emotionally involved. She had a true presence, was a strong and accomplished woman, had a terrific body, and was an absolutely fantastic lover, something he could not have predicted. He had only heard a very little bit about Jodie's relationships with women, and had no idea how well her fantastically endowed male lovers had prepared her for Liam's ravagings. Jodie enjoyed hard fuckings, and could give them back to Liam in kind. At one point in between their lovemakings, as Jodie pulled and nibbled on his thick unit so she could enjoy him yet again, Liam said that he was considering canceling his wedding because he thought that Jodie might be the one for him.
She kept on pulling at his cock while bringing her mouth off the head of it. Shaking her head briefly and with humor, Jodie looked him in the eye and said with a smile, "Oh, Liam, you're not the one for me. I just loooove making love with you, that's all. I don't want to marry you. Get married to Natasha. You love each other. I'll be fine."
* All quotes from the story by the New York Times reporter are real:
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As are the other direct quotes from other reporters in this portion of the story.
After Liam's wonderful sex was withdrawn from her life, Jodie found herself willing to engage in greater transgressions in pursuit of her jumbo-cocked, well-built, potent lovers. She quickly initiated her first interracial affair after seeing Jake Steed fuck on camera and immediately contacting his agent to arrange their first meeting. This affair with a relatively light-skinned African-American was good enough at the start for Jodie to seek other superior black men. Soon, she was enjoying the sex of Lexington Steele and Mandingo the moments after they began their porn careers, and all three younger men were very much enjoying Jodie's sex as well. Soon, she began to gain a reputation in the porn community as a real night rider, an enthusiastic pursuer of select handsome black men whose deluxe erections thickened her pussy lips and caused her labia to protrude outward by stroking through them rapidly and frequently. All the while, she maintained longer-term, live-in romantic relationships with women. These were sexual relationships as well; Jodie has a strong sex drive and sexual skills with both women and men.
All of these relationships and the effects they were having on Jodie began to be shadowed in 2004 by an extraordinary young man who would be drawn into Jodie's orbit the next year to provide both the missing puzzle piece in their lives, a puzzle piece which brought both order and turmoil.
Donna was 47, Maurice was 18. Donna was 5'1, 105 pounds, snowy, soft white skin, blonde hair, absolutely gorgeous legs and feet, with the body tone of an attractive 30-year-old. Maurice was 6'11", 235 pounds, jet black, with a naturally ripped body. Donna had only had one lover in her life, her husband who she married when she was 19. She had enjoyed sex with her husband, but he gained weight throughout their 40's and sex had retreated as a primary force in their marriage. Maurice had had only a couple of sexual relationships with girls at his high school; they had been less than pleasurable because he had been unable to get his enormous erection inside his first girlfriend, and had torn the vagina of his second girlfriend on the night he lost his virginity. Spending the night at the hospital while his new girlfriend recovered from emergency surgery was an unpleasant way to experience the beginning of his sex life.
Donna knew none of those things. She just knew she was made dizzy by her son's new high school friend. Donna's son soon asked if Maurice could move in with them because of his family situation, and Donna's dizziness became joined by fear, excitement, ruthless planning and abandonment of what had been important to her before. After many weeks of their disguised flirtations and hidden assessments, Maurice was in the shower and nobody else was in the house when Donna intentionally walked in on him. She watched him for a half-minute as he masturbated, both of his enormous hands pulling furiously on his extraordinarily long, obscenely thick erection, covered in bubbly soap, eyes closed tight, groaning in pleasure, towering, extremely muscular body electric in the moment, incredibly full lips pursed out, beginning to anticipate orgasm. He was thinking of Donna, her body, the way she looked at him, hopeless to know how to pursue this curiosity he sensed in her, hopeless to know how to pursue his own hot desire.
Others might have found the shocking scene too upsetting or disturbing to continue, but Donna had crossed the rubicon in her consideration of the two of them just that morning; she had entered the house aroused with the thought that it was only a matter of time before she would make a play for her son's friend. What a providential moment! She gave Maurice a seductive look, a slight, reassuring smile, as he became startled by her sudden notice. His immediate fear of discovery was put to rest by Donna's easy, confident liberation from her clothing, her entry into the shower with him, her first, feathery touching of his erection, her deep, soulful sigh, her strong stroking of his cock beginning to shed the soap, her rubbing of her torso against his excited penis, her finishing the rinsing of their bodies by pressing them, moving them against each other...doubts and fears were beginning to leave him.
In the next moments, Donna felt powerfully excited and, then, delightfully languid, as she made her long reach up to cradle the back of the enormous black teenager's head and pull his mouth down to hers as she raised on the tip of her toes, feeling the excitement in that moment, the new excitement in the next moment as his enormous lips covered hers and his tongue, shockingly long and thick like his cock, thrust hard into her mouth, filling it suddenly as he continued to shove his tongue deeply into her, the new excitement in the new moment after she pulled her mouth back and said calmly, "No, no...take your time, be gentle," as she nibbled at his lips, kissed him gently with her rose petal mouth, her hand back around his head as he pulled down, her slight overbite intoxicating him now...
The next moments were filled by Donna's firm hold on the shaft of Maurice's penis with both hands, her leading him to the bed that way, the bed she shared with her husband, laying Maurice back and arranging all the pillows at the headboard so he could watch her stroking his enormous penis, his hard and excited penis with a very slight curve upward, her becoming unable to cover the extraordinary head of his penis with her small mouth, her managing to improvise well enough with her hands and mouth to bring him to volcanic orgasm in less than two minutes, to cause Maurice's gorgeous cock to pump out foot-long, thick ropes of spunk two to three feet in the air for a full 20 seconds, to cause this amazing a****l to shout "fuck fuck fuck Fuck Fuck FUCK FUCK AHHHHH AHHHHH..." the whole time. Donna pulled back a bit with the fright of the first tosses and the audible sound his cum made as it rocketed forcefully up his shaft and out his cock head; she could see Maurice's urethra open and close as it visibly assisted the launching of his cum. It was a shocking, sacred scene which the lovers reacted to with a silent reassessment of what was happening between them, and what might happen next.
"My sweet Lord, Maurice, you're going to get every woman you sleep with pregnant if that's what you do with them! That was...amazing!"
"Donna, what you did for me was amazing. I'm so excited by you! What a great body you have!" Maurice half-caressed, half-
grabbed her small breasts which sat up high and turned slightly upward at the nipples, grabbed her broader but still relatively trim ass without a speck of cellulite. She was spectacular.
"I don't know if what I did for you was amazing." She kissed him, extending her small, pointed tongue out slightly, feeling it met by his long, thick tongue pushing hers back for a moment, then feeling his tongue retreat, becoming gentler...he is learning!, Donna thought. "You're going to be a wonderful lover for me," she said very softly, uncertain if she wanted to express this vulnerable hope so early. She re-grasped and reappraised Maurice's erection. Nearly a foot long, nearly eight inches around, richly covered with enormous veins up, down and around the shaft, ribbed for her pleasure, she thought, looking at the enormous, gracefully shaped cock head which jumped exhiliratingly off his already thick shaft...More audibly, she said, "You are fucking...too much to deal with. What a man. God!."
The next moments were filled by Donna switching their positions and teaching Maurice to eat out her pussy. She experienced him as a quick learner with an amazing mouth which might have brought her to orgasm right then if not for her need to rush them into sexual intercourse due to her awareness that she and Maurice only had an hour before her husband and son were due home, along with the sudden, undeniable instinct of natural selection which was hitting her like a ton of bricks. This led Donna to guide them to switch positions again, her spreading her legs as she guided his thrilling, astonishing sex organ to hers, both partners giggling with the excited anticipation, the pressing of her hands against Maurice's full, hard ass as he began to press his thick, hard length and massive mushroom-shaped cock head into her wetness, thru her labia, stroking its lips softly before pushing past the sopping wet opening to her aroused vagina, the frustrating difficulty her body initially had in taking in such a monstrous sex organ, finally the sudden slide three inches inside her of his huge head and cock shaft and then, a few seconds and strokes later, two more inches yet, the delightful sawing of their organs together as Maurice continued to penetrate Donna, her first orgasm only ten seconds into this new and best love, the exquisite pleasure, her moans, screams and pleadings, the ten distinct orgasms she took in the four minutes before the clear feeling of Maurice's cock tossing another enormous load, this one deeply inside her as he instinctively and quickly made the right move by pressing his cock as deeply inside his lover as possible and keeping it still as she experienced the tenting of her vagina and the entry of yet another inch along with the first cervical orgasm of her life, a new experience which caused Donna's 47-year-old body to blossom around the thick, long pole of her 18-year-old man, her new man, the man causing her body to quiver and shake around his tossing, pulsing cock as she felt and saw his thick white sperm as it overflowed her pussy, seeping out the sides of her labia as his cock took her vault fully, this seepage adding to a foamy ring which their fucking had already left three inches from the base of his enormous erection as she and her body continued to shake with her orgasm, as she looked up and saw Maurice's amazing body towering above her, his gorgeous, masculine chest at her eye level as he continued to press his pole inside her, as her eyes made their way down his rippling torso, to the wonderful, swinging, slim hips which now pressed into her, back up to the "Killer V" made by the enormous lats and shoulders and arms which sprung from the young man's thin waist, then Donna's sudden inspiration to grab onto Maurice's lats, his shoulders, his forearms, feeling the terrific feelings that came from the wonderful masculinity of his body contrasted with the delightful femininity of her body underneath him, her body which continued its sharp, long, quivering cervical orgasm for another few seconds before relaxing for a moment, before feeling her titanic lover pull his cock out of her quickly, a gushing sound with his withdrawal, and seeing him fall back on the bed next to her, still breathing heavily.
What a relief! They were as great for each other as they could have hoped.
Soon, after breaths were regained, there was Donna's mounting of Maurice's penis, still full enough for mounting, her strokes lasting long enough and deeply enough to bring herself off just once more, ignoring the instinct to keep on stroking herself up and down on his prick to bring herself to more orgasms, instead choosing to rise off his cock in order to stroke, nibble and suck on it for a minute before mounting it again, his cock now stiff as a tent pole again, falling back up and down on it until her next delectable orgasm, ignoring her instincts again in favor of rising off him again and stroking, nibbling and sucking on his cock, this time choosing to kiss up and down and all around his erection, theatrically announcing "Love, love, love, love..." while looking at her new man and kissing his erection some more. This routine- mounting, cumming, sucking, fearless demonstrations of love and gratitude- was repeated five more times; each time Donna fell over Maurice's cock a little longer, a little deeper, while she continued to resist taking more than the one, progressively more pleasurable, orgasm she gave herself each time. Donna began to moan "no, no, no, no" as she approached, found, and concluded those single orgasms; as she dismounted and excited herself, and him, by playing with his fantastic erection, she looked over his terrific body again and then deeply into Maurice's warm eyes and handsome, full face as she cooed, "I love you, I'm in love with you, I love you, Maurice."
There were a few more explorations, and quite a bit of cleaning of the mess they had made the bedroom, that took place before Donna got them out of the house before their discovery by her family. As this tidying of the scene of love finished, the young man became inspired for a moment. Maurice lacked experience, but his natural instincts allowed him to understand that picking Donna up by wrapping his enormous hands tightly around her slim waist, placing her cunt back atop his erection and fucking her standing up, would be acceptable for her, even under the tight timeline. Donna responded to this sudden taking of her by leaving her legs hanging down and fairly relaxed, overjoyed with the confidence that she would not have to work for her orgasm, that this gorgeous b**st of a man would bring them to enjoy another simultaneous orgasm together. She kept a huge grin on her face and looked Maurice square in the eyes, hands grabbing onto the sides of his wide, muscular shoulders, as her confidence in him was validated. It was so joyful to have a new man who could bring her off so easily and so hard.
Donna invented a quick excuse to be out of the house overnight. She called her husband and son in front of Maurice from the hotel room she purchased for her lover. On the way to the hotel, she had stopped by a d**g store in the neighborhood where they lived to pick up some high grade sexual lubricant for the night's continuing adventures and a bottle of orange juice to replete their loss of fluid. The sight and smell of them was shocking, indecent; they looked gorgeous together and reeked of sex, The enormous dark teenager and the petite pale wife openly pawed at each other in line, grabbing each other's asses and organs as they waited. Donna thought about putting Maurice down on the floor right there in the store so she could mount his cock again, but she managed to avoid it. The eyeful and buzz created by the couple's look and behavior was enough as it was.
They took to their hotel room and continued to enjoy each other in their spectacular manner. Maurice tossed inside his woman three more times in missionary, doggie and reverse cowgirl positions; it was difficult to keep track of the number of orgasms Donna reached, or the number of times the two declared their love for each other in the middle of their sex. The lube helped her reach orgasm during their intercourse, but Donna also got Maurice to bring her to hard orgasms with his mouth and hands; his long fingers helped him find her G spot and stroke it to send her into ecstasy. He kissed her mouth, or sucked and bit on her small breasts, while she grabbed his forearms and moaned hoarsely during the orgasms he delivered with his hands.
"Keep on changing my body," Donna finally said to Maurice as she streamed lube over her palm, rubbed her hands together, and greased up his penis more thoroughly than before. "I've done it a few times with my husband, but it's been years, and I never had a good time with him. I want you to bring me off that way tonight too."
And it happened, the glorious, risky, transformational moment happened. Maurice was forced to be much more careful with his cock after the lube and a lot of ass play helped him begin to open Donna's anus. He did not bring up the girlfriend he put in the hospital months before; he believed in Donna's guidance and he was thrilled to be free of the despair he had felt about his sexual future. Donna broke out in a cold sweat and put her hand against Maurice's hip as he pressed himself inside her while they laid on their sides and began to open her ass with short, steady strokes. At times Maurice became anxious to swing his cock inside Donna so he could get off, but occasionally she would cry out in real pain, her ass would clamp down on him, and the cold sweat would pour out of her again. It kept them patient.
A few minutes after she guided his fingers onto her clit and showed Maurice how she liked it stroked, Donna began to find her time. These orgasms were much shallower than the ones she enjoyed earlier, but the diffuse nature of the pleasure and the complicated set of emotions and physical feelings the lovers were experiencing caused these orgasms of hers to last a very long time. When Donna's orgasms dilated her anus, Maurice pushed his cock deeper inside the sexy woman he had lusted after with little hope before that night. He began to stroke more vigorously; Donna cried out "Oh my God, so big and scary in my fucking ass, you're hurting me, you're hurting me, be careful but don't stop taking my ASSHOLE!" as she kept on cumming on her young man's wonderful penis. She rubbed her feet against his legs and craned her neck so they could see each other's faces as Maurice's own orgasm came. The pleasure caused him to thrust dangerously and bellow out and Donna cried out in pain again, but she called out to Maurice "Stroke my clit, please, circles, fast circles." That helped, but in the end Donna was forced to dig her own fingers inside her vagina to get the finish she so desperately needed.
After he pulled his cock slowly out of her ass, Maurice and Donna laid on their backs next to each other, hands clasped tightly together, they stared silently at the ceiling for a moment. After a minute, Donna returned to her side to face Maurice; she tapped him to attention. She had a sweet smile back on her face.
"This is going to sound weird, but I want to let you know I feel this sincerely. Things won't go for you like they do for normal people."
"What do you mean?"
"You're such a spectacular lover; there's literally no one like you. You aren't destined for a normal life. You deserve to have beautiful women, and beautiful women will want to have you. You should have them."
This wasn't what Maurice was expecting. "Don't you want me for yourself?"
"That would be nice, But, I mean, look at you! You could make love to me right now again, right?"
"Yes. But that's because you're so sexy. I've looked at you since I visited your house a couple of years ago."
"I know you can't relate, but what you're talking about is just crazy. No one is as good as you, even the best older guys with the most experience and endurance."
"I don't quite understand."
"I know, I'm searching for how to explain this. Lots of people really want lots of other people. I want you right now. But I'm physically exhausted and sooooo sore."
"I'm sorry. I really didn't want to hurt you."
"I'm not sorry at all, Maurice. I wanted to make love with you, and I kept on wanting to make love with you even after that first toss of yours."
"What about it?"
"You're gifted, Maurice. That shooting out of your sperm you do. Do you do that all the time when you masturbate?"
"Yeah, I toss out a lot of cum."
"How often each day?"
"A half dozen times or so."
"And you shoot it out with that force all the time?"
"Pretty much. Harder when I'm most excited. I was very excited when you helped me do that."
"Wow. WOW! See, I've talked with a lot of women about their sex lives. Some of them have had great lovers who give them satisfying sex. Some of their lovers had really big penises. But my friends told me about what they had, and no one has what you have. You're special. Do you know most guys can't come more than once at a time with a woman?"
"No, I didn't."
"And all that cum of yours? Most men dribble out a couple of tablespoons."
"Really? It's always been this way for me."
"See what I'm saying? You're special. Look how you learned to love me down so quickly. You are already way better with your mouth and hands than my husband, and he's had our whole lives to learn what I need."
"I want to make you happy."
"I know you do; it's really sweet. It's one of the things about you that make you such a perfect lover. And you know what another thing is?"
He didn't have an answer.
"Your body. You're sex on legs. Do you know that every one of the women I know who have k**s at the high school talk about you?"
"They think about me?"
"Maurice, they've all wanted to fuck you for years. You were a man before you were a man. You're every woman's dream, even before they know what you've got between your legs and how potent you are and how much you care and want to learn."
"Wow, really? All of them?"
"Yes."
"Even Andrea?"
"Oh, oh yes. She's got a whole fantasy story she has told me about you. It actually plays out with you making love to both of us in a hotel room. You take turns with us with one watching you make love to the other, and then we both get you on your back and trade positions for a good long while, one on your cock and one on your face."
"Damn, Andrea's sexy too." Maurice quickly became self-conscious. "Not as sexy as you, though."
"Look, I've seen Andrea naked. She is extremely sexy. She loooves big cocks. You'll love her."
"I'm confused."
"That's all right. I feel a little confused myself. But what I feel confused about is why I wanted the life I had before, Now that I have you, I'm not giving you up."
"But I thought you were letting me go to love Andrea and the others."
"Oh, no, we're going to keep on fucking each other. I love you so much, Maurice! But I'm not enough for you."
"Are you sure?"
"Sure I am. Does Andrea excite you?"
"Well, yes."
"If she came in this room right now, knowing what I've told you, would you ask to fuck her?"
"Maybe."
"What if she asked you to fuck her?"
"Yeah, I'd do it. If it was all right with you."
"What am I saying to you? I mean, look at what's happening right now. Just talking about this has gotten you raging hard. You're flowing out pre-cum and everything. Maurice, there is no other man on Earth who can do that after getting off as many times as you have with me. I'm not ready for you right now, but Angela and the others are about to be made so ready for you, because I'm going to start to tell them."
"I guess I see what you're saying." It was an inviting new reality Donna was recommending. Maurice really liked women like Donna, and there were certainly a lot of them out there in the neighborhood, and even more in the area. If they all wanted him, well, why not?
Donna went on to seal the deal. "No wriggling out of this, lover. I'm calling Andrea now." Sure enough, Donna had her cel out; it was ringing.
Donna wasn't k**ding; she really did want to keep Maurice as a lover while understanding she would need to share him with others. All of this was going to require quite a lot of transgression on everyone's part. Donna's own transgressions during the month after they began became quite remarkable. Maurice and Donna kept their affair officially secret for a week, but they began to flirt quite madly with each other at the dinner table and around the house during the second week and sneaked kisses, foreplay and lovemaking whenever they could. Donna's husband and Maurice's friend began to be put in a place where they were fools for not knowing what was going on.
They began to look even more foolish during the third week, as Donna and Maurice began to go on walks in the neighborhood. The enormous, remarkably built, dark young man wore light sweat pants which failed to disguise the incredible erection he sported while he walked with the pale, petite, beautifully bodied white woman more than twice his age and nearly two feet shorter, a woman who showed off her own exquisite body by dressing very revealingly during her hot summer walks with him. They even held each other by the hand and occasionally shared open-mouthed kisses and explicit sexual caresses with each other during these neighborhood walks, and generally acted as the very happy lovers they were. Finally, the game was up in the last week. Donna drove a hard bargain, asking her husband and son to accept that Maurice was her lover now and would take the marriage bed whenever they wanted to make love.
Donna took a leave of absence from work for three months; many people came to understand that this was done so she could have much more time with her lover who was nearly 30 years her junior. But even during those months Donna understood that she would have to share Maurice. The beautiful young man loved Donna more often than anyone else during that time, and her commitment to him touched his heart and helped sustain his sexual appetite and love for her. But by the end of the three months, many other beautiful older women in town were using Donna's bedroom to take up with her fantastic lover as well. Moans, cries, screams and delirious declarations of love were heard from the bed Donna's husband had shared with her for decades; nearly a dozen women of various ages, including a recent cheerleader for the high school teams and the wife of a pastor, were remade by this love. You can imagine for yourself how Donna's husband and son felt about all this; it was all confounding, humiliating, and a bit awe-inspiring to them. Donna proved to be a strong administrator of her family's love and support; she was strong enough to cause them to accept what she demanded from them.
The compelling case made to Maurice by the ocean of extraordinary women who were quickly washing up at his feet made him feel comfortable about taking with ruthless abandon women who wanted him, and allowing himself to be taken by them with a ruthlessness which was not quite the same. By the time Donna returned to work, not only was Andrea beginning to surpass her in the amount of time and emotion the 18-year-old Maurice spent on her, yet another older woman, this one in her fifties, invited him to stay with her and take up a place in her bed.
After a year of pursuing these serial sexual relationships, one woman connected to another connected to another, Maurice found himself in Los Angeles. He started his major explorations there by indulging his taste for young beauties, finding dozens of wonderful young women barely of age at the studios which produced programs for teens, moving on to other older actresses and those who wished to become actresses. Some of Maurice's favorite intrigues happened on the sets of television shows. There was almost always a blend of ages in the cast; it was invigorating to arrange to fuck the 45-year-old, 22-year-old and 18-year-old actresses on the same set, all of whom were beautiful, after all, even the ones in supporting comic relief roles, while making sure the younger teenagers in the cast understood he recognized them and would want to get with them when they were at the age of consent.
All of this most often came with a romantic tension which he enjoyed. Would the 45-year-old advise the 22-year-old with a strong Christian belief which prevented her from having sex before marriage to begin her affair with Maurice before the 18-year-old stole his heart and time, knowing that the 22-year-old was jealous of her younger cast mate? Would the oldest actress tell the 22-year-old that she had gone decades in the business without finding a man as extraordinary as Maurice, and that she was a fool to pass up the chance to experience the best lover she would ever have? Would the 45-year-old arrange for both herself and the 18-year-old to be seen fucking Maurice on set on different days by the 22-year-old, inspiring her to take up with Maurice by causing her to believe that Christ would sanction love so pure and righteous? What would that look like, for the 22-year-old virgin, a tall, thin, pale and beautiful leading actress type, to lose her virginity to this cruel and beautiful instrument of a man? Would he be gentle with her? Brutal? How many times would they bring each other off that first time together? What would it be like for this 22-year-old when Maurice, after taking her virginity, soon convinces her to join him with the 45-year-old and the 18-year-old in a sexual foursome? What will it be like for the 22-year-old when, in the middle of the act, she becomes fully aware that Maurice could handle the three of them and a couple more? What would it be like for her when, faced with this fact and this extraordinary rejection of the morals she had carried out her entire life, she immediately falls much, much more deeply in love with him?
Maurice was finding his way to Jodie now.
Lizbeth
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