Page 50 of Jacking Jill

Jill looked at him suspiciously. “Do I dare ask?”

Jack narrowed his gaze ferociously. Slowly he unbuckled his belt, slid it carefully out past the loops, then wrapped the buckled end of it around his hand, letting the free end hang down like a long leather whip.

Jill’s eyes widened.

Her breath caught.

Then she exhaled when Jack grinned and tossed the belt away. He leaned over her, kissed her wetly on the mouth and nose, then gazed into her eyes with exaggerated intensity.

“Missionary style,” he whispered gently with a teasing twinkle in his eyes. “Me on top of you, moving slow and steady, stroking your hair gently with each careful thrust, while looking deeply and lovingly into your eyes, all the way into your soul, our hearts joining along with our heaving, throbbing, pulsing loins.”

“Those are some pretty artsy porno-movies you’ve been watching,” Jill said through a stifled laugh. “And who uses the wordloins in dirty talk unless they’re about to have sex with a piece of meat?”

“Aw, come on, baby, you’re so much more than just a piece of meat,” Jack whispered as he patted her cheek and then squeezed her boobs one at a time. “You’re at least two pieces of meat.”

Jill gasped, swatting his hand away from her boob. “OK, this thing is going downhill pretty fast.”

Jack straightened up, put his hands on his hips, glanced down at his bulging bursting throbbing twitching erection. “Nothing is going downhill anytime soon, sweetheart. Things are looking up, and they will stay up until I get what I want, the way I want. Now, lie back like a starfish and prepare to lock eyes with me while I stroke your hair and whisper creepy-sweet nothings.”

Jill giggled again, then sighed, shrugged, and spread her arms out wide on the bed, parting her legs slightly and starting to move her limbs up and down like she was making snow-angels on the bed. “How’s this?”

Jack raised an eyebrow. “Is my starfish trying to swim away?” He grinned as Jill cackled out a playful laugh. Then Jack groaned when Jill blushed and covered her pussy with her hands and turned on her side and curled up shyly, giving him a view of her lovely round butt that made him swallow thickly and fumble feverishly with his pants to get them the hell off. “Oh, damn, you are sexy as hell from behind, Jill.”

“Stop looking at my butt.” Jill was still turned on her side, her face half-buried in a pillow. She placed one hand delicately over her butt-crack and looked back at him coyly over her shoulder. “What happened to missionary style while gazing creepily into my eyes like a psycho?”

“Change of plans,” Jack growled, hopping out of his pants and ripping off his boxer-briefs which were hopelessly sticky from the pre-cum oozing from his monstrous erection.

Jill gasped when Jack’s heavy cock spring into full view, bouncing gently before settling into a pronounced upward curve, its shaft glistening with pre-cum, cockhead big and bulbous, its cyclops eye hungrily seeking a destination.

“Oh, Jack,” she whispered, her eyes widening in awe, gaze riveted on his thick bouncing cock as Jack stalked to the edge of the bed. She turned over onto her back, gasping again as Jack’s erection stretched out over her bare breasts, a thick line of pre-cum dripping down onto her chest. “Oh, fuck, Jack, you’re so big and so hard.”

She reached up hesitantly, her fingertips grazing the bottom of his shaft. Jack groaned as pleasure roared through his body. His fists clenched at his sides as Jill slowly sat up on the bed, her fingers still stroking his thick shaft, now cupping his heavy balls.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he groaned as Jill fisted his shaft and touched his cockhead to her left nipple, licking her lips and flicking her gaze to his face. She smiled with an almost girlish thrill as Jack’s eyes rolled up in his head and he gripped the back of her neck and slid his palm up into her hair. “Please, sweetheart. Oh, hell, please suck me, baby.”

“Oh, I’m not that kind of girl,” Jill whispered with a devilishly innocent smile, her tongue curling over her upper lip with involuntary delight. “I don’t think that’s where nature intended your . . . um . . . proboscis to go.”

“Nature intended this to go anywhere it can damn well fit.” Jack gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on her hair, grasping her thick locks all the way down by the roots. He watched from above as Jill dragged his throbbing cockhead over her breasts, one to the other and back again, coating each nipple with his pre-cum, leaving a sticky trail all over the smooth skin of her chest. “Oh, you are on dangerous ground here, sweetheart. You tease me like that and things are going to go downhill real fucking fast.” He groaned loudly as Jill rifled her hand up and down his shaft, cupping his balls with her other hand and tugging gently. “Fuck, I’m going to come all over your tits if you keep doing that, baby. Which isn’t going to slow me down for more than three seconds. Then when I’m hard again I’m going to fuck you the way nature intended. First in the mouth. Then in the ass.”

Jill shrieked in horror, slapped his dick, then scrambled away from him, giggling as she backed away while Jack clambered onto the bed and cornered her against the wall, spreading his legs to balance on the bouncy overinflated air-mattress.

“Ohmygod,” Jill snorted through hysterical laughs. “You are not bringing that thing anywhere near my butthole. You’re sick. Totally disgusting. I can’t believe you even—”

Jill stopped now because she was trapped against the wall, sitting up and staring as Jack loomed over her, naked and hard, big right hand fisting his own cock. She tried to say something but went quiet, her gaze transfixed on his cockhead as Jack touched it to her chin, then carefully traced it over her lips.

“I’ve never been so hard for a woman,” he muttered as Jill parted her lips and darted her tongue out for an instant, just enough to take Jack’s arousal to vision-blurring level. “Fuck, I’m completely obliterated by how badly I want you, Jill. Please, baby. Open your mouth for me, sweetheart.”

Jill’s eyes rolled up towards his face, and Jack could see that she was past the point of playful teasing now. Her eyes were glazed with arousal, her lips trembling as she kissed his dick, then started to lick his cockhead.

Jack groaned as his body hunched over her, feet planted firmly on either side of her stretched-out legs. Jill looked up at him and smiled, then closed her eyes, opened her mouth wide, and let him push his dick past her wet lips, into her hot mouth, down her open throat.

All the way in.

All the way deep.

Jack almost blacked out, he was so damn hard. Hard like a fucking teenager, aroused with a desperate fever that felt like the first time, vivid and fresh like the innocent sexual experience of boyhood. He knew without question that no woman had ever made his body feel like this, made his heart feel like this, made his soul feel like this.

Oh, and no woman had ever made him come like this.

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