Summer Cockbuster
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Lena’s turn:
Wow!
I went to sleep naked, wrapped up with my Jay, my little pussy just glowing. I never imagined. NO, I guess I really DID imagine, but I kept telling myself that maybe I had elevated expectations. I was right the first time.
The very act of falling asleep was a new and wonderful adventure. Loved. I felt loved inside, and not just inside THERE. The making out, the teasing, the kissing, the caressing, all that was wonderful, okay? But the real thing...
I was ready. I’m not a conniving, manipulative person, but somewhere along the line a couple of months ago, I visited my gynecologist and came away with birth control pills. I was sure it would be Jay. I just didn’t know how. There was no plan at that time, but I knew inside that if he was the one, then the plan could come together.
It came together. Jay took my statement that I wanted to get away from home and ran with it – had me lined up for a job and for sharing his apartment. Then when he announced that he was taking a couple of weeks to run around the countryside visiting historical sites, I sort of inserted myself into the idea.
I really am interested in history and Jay’s idea of touring battlefields would have been great even if I didn’t have secret hopes that the relationship between him and me would take the turn it took.
But now I’m his in the traditional sense. The man has lain with the maid. The marriage has been consummated.
I rolled over in the middle of the night, woke up with a start when I realized I was nude, then waking, I realized that not only was I nude, but there’s a nude man in bed beside me – MY naked man.
He’s mine. I get to play with him. There’s this neat thing. Okay, he’s asleep. I’m not. I hope he understands. I gently touch it. I feel myself moistening from that simple action. Aaaghhhh! A little more. I want a little more. And I remember something that I tried for the first time yesterday that I really enjoyed.
I scooted down in the bed. I wish the lights were on. The only light in the room seeped around the edges of the closed drapes. I liked seeing what I was doing, but oh, well, I can do this without much light.
I licked my lips. Jay’s dick was soft, spongy, and it sucked into my mouth past my wetted lips just soooo easily. I sucked just a little bit, mashing it around with my tongue, enjoying the texture, surprised that it immediately starts growing in my mouth. I keep as much in my mouth as I can. It’s fun. Some more sucking and tonguing and wow! That salty juice shows up. When I involuntarily go “Mmmmm”, a hand gently touches the back of my head.
“Angel?”
“Yes, Jay?”
“You’re wonderful, angel.”
“You are too, Jay.” I went back to my happy task.
“I’d like to taste you, too,” he said softly, like we were in some sort of dream state and being loud would ruin it. I was already halfway upside down in bed so I could get to my goal. He tugged gently on my leg. “Throw this over me. Just get on top.”
“I don’t wanna stop what I’m doing.”
“Don’t. Get up here, I’ll be quite happy with what shows up.”
My pussy showed up, right there where his mouth was. When he went “Mmmmm” it was like my body was a guitar string that had just been strummed. “You’re delicious,” he whispered.
“I think I like being delicious, Jay, but...” I jumped up, turned around. “This needs to be filled.” I straddled him, guiding his hardness into me, merging our bodies and souls.
I’m a little sore, you know, yesterday being the first time this thing of mine has been filled the way it’s intended, still, filling it again, that was almost an imperative to me. I mean, we’re in love, we’re essentially married, and we’re naked. A little sore, but still the best physical feeling I’ve ever had, culminating in ... I was rocking back and forth, sort of sliding myself on and off him. Jay was pushing up like he needed to be as deep as possible.
I felt the fire start. My own fingers could never do this. Building. I got a little more aggressive in my movements, pushing my button against him and he...
“GodLena!” He pushed up hard, I felt him swell and pulse and hot fluid and that’s it. Cogent thought ended. Everything in the universe condensed to that joining of me and him as I came. He kept giving me little shoves, each timed with a throb that I could feel, pushing my own climax higher and higher and...
I woke up in his arms. Little kisses. “Are you okay, princess?” he asked.
“Ohgod Jay.”
“I love you, you know...”
“You gotta,” I sighed. “You made me yours.”
“Again,” he smiled.
“This could be a trend,” I said, brushing his lips with mine. All that stuff I remember seeing on TV and in movies, all those things I thought just couldn’t be THAT much fun ... They’re that much fun. And then some.
One thing they don’t tell you on TV and in movies, at least what I’ve seen, is that when you and your partner have rip-roaring sex, after you’re lying there, all that stuff comes out, gets on the sheets and gets COLD.
I know this now. I put my leg right on top of that spot.
“Eek!”
“What?”
“It’s cold and it’s wet...”
“A hazard,” he said. “We need to put a towel beside the bed...”
“Maybe,” I said. “Or...” and I dove under the covers. God, I love it when it’s soft. Doesn’t stay that way long, but I do so much love it. “There. You’re clean. NO drippies.” I thought for a second. His juice tastes like MY juice. Yeah, I know how I taste. Tell me you never tried it. But he COMES. That’s different, and guys’re funny.
“You might not wanna do me, though. You came in me...”
“I did it yesterday,” he answered.
“But that might be the heat of the moment. We’re sane now.”
He pushed me onto my back. I spread my legs. Squealed when his tongue invaded me. Nope, he doesn’t have a problem with it. That was analytical, but analysis stopped because he kept licking and sucking and nibbling me waaaay past the requirements for getting rid of the previous mess. I came again. Twice.
Now we can go back to sleep, curled up away from the wet spot.
We woke up at seven. Ate breakfast.
The clerk of court’s office is open at nine. We’re there. When we walk out of the building at ten-thirty, I am Mrs. Jay Harris.
Mister and Mrs. Harris went to Lookout Mountain and Missionary Ridge, had a very nice dinner, then...
I’m giddy. I admit it. It’s new, it’s wonderful, and I look at the guy in the seat next to me, driving, and I want him for a dozen reasons, one of which is that he doesn’t treat me like I’m just sex.
I can be sex, though. I know him – intellect, humor, looks, that’s all wonderful and that’s the reason I fell in love, but I was married this morning and I want...
I’ve been married seven hours now. I know that it’s as sterile a marriage as is possible to have – pay for the license, let it be solemnified by the clerk of court in an office, and there! In the eyes of the State of Tennessee, we’re married.
The truth is, we were married in heart and soul, last night. Tonight’s, well, I guess it’s a honeymoon night, too. I’m holding Jay’s hand.
“You’re awfully quiet for a newlywed. Regrets?”
“No. Unless I forced you into something. Did I, Jay? I mean, I sort of...”
“Sort of what?”
“Sort of premeditated...”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. I guess I did.”
“How?”
“Jay, you’re good to me. You’re my friend. All those nights you’d call me and we’d talk, I just sort of figured it out. When you offered me that job with you in Missouri, I sort of thought that it was your way of getting us together, and that’s what I wanted. Us. Together. Then when you said that about taking this trip, I just had to try to go with you.”
“Were you faking that ‘I’m interested in history’ thing?”
“Well, no ... I really am interested. I don’t know how I could’ve ever done it by myself.”
Jay looked at me, then turned his eyes back to the road.
“Angelina...” he said.
I started dying inside. I knew I’d messed up, telling him. Now he was getting ready to dump me. Married seven hours. Dumped.
“Yes, Jay...”
“Let me get this straight. You fell in love with me, us talking on the phone?”
“Yes, Jay.”
“You tried to figure out a way to be with me, so I’d figure out that I loved you, too?”
“Yes, Jay.”
“And then you took off with me on this trip, fully expecting us to end up as more than just friends?”
“Yes, Jay. I...” I could feel a hot tear on my cheek.
“And I’m supposed to be upset that you LOVE ME?”
“You are, aren’t you?”
“I just married you, Angelina. I wouldn’t change that for the world. You don’t know how many nights I wished I could end up with you. You’re too young, too pretty...”
“You mean it, Jay?”
“Of course I mean it, Lena.”
“It’s legal now, Jay. Not just two people havin’ a little fun...”
“Lena, I could never be ‘two people havin’ fun’. Not with you. You aren’t one of those and neither am I.”
“But Jay,” I said, “I deceived you...”
“And I’m okay with it, Lena. I hoped you had at least some thought that the result of this trip might be you and me as a couple, preferably married, but at least exclusive and permanent.”
“So you sort of had a motive in mind when you started this, too?” I asked.
“Yeah. So how can I judge you when I was sort of doing the same thing?”
“We collided,” I said. “And I think we’ll collide again.”
“Lena, you’re precious to me, okay? I’m astounded by your choice of ME. And yes, last night and this morning? You rock me. Never gonna change that.”
“Do I?”
“Baby doll,” he said, “you woke me in the middle of the night wanting to play around. I’ve never had anybody do that before...”
“Your first wife?”
“Never. And let’s just call her a ‘practice wife’. You’re the real wife.”
I giggled. “You’re crazy.”
Mckenna
- 04.01.2023
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