Jen and Tom

Jen and I had been dating for a couple of weeks now. It was that new, exploration phase--we were having a lot of fun enjoying and learning one another's likes and tastes and there was still a lot of mystery, much that was unknown and came as usually pleasant surprises. in

We were a bit of an unlikely couple, I was about 11 years her senior at 38, she was almost my height at 5'10". She worked in sales for a tech company and travelled quite a bit, mostly regionally and was home almost every night. Or most recently at my home every night. We definitely had some common tastes in art, books, food, and wine, but to say that the primary focus was anything but being totally in to each others body would be a lie.

Me? Fit enough, but I've always been slender: more of a runner's body than anyone that can put on muscle mass. Not really handsome in any classic or rugged way, but I have always been happy with my eclectic looks. I've also always been happy at having a decent set of male equipment, circumcised as an infant, on the high side of average at 7 1/2", and well proportioned with a nice, flared head. And a set of balls the size of small tangerines. I enjoy my own body, whether it's me touching it or someone else.

Jen was curvier than anyone I had ever been with. At her height she could carry it off, but it was those hips, that ass, and mostly her breasts that caught and kept my eye. And hands. And mouth. I could wax poetic about her chest: her bra size used letters of the alphabet that I didn't really know were part of any bra sizing system. And I have always, always, been about a nice, big set of breasts without caring, really whether they were firm or soft, saggy or perky. All of those things were interesting, fun, and instantly arousing as far as I am concerned.

The sex we'd been having, and there had been quite a bit of it, had been amazing, and we both verbalized constantly how into the others body we were. We were driving home from a lovely dinner, warm from the wine, and Jen had undone my belt, opened my pants, and just before she wrapped her lips around my hardening cock states "God, how I love your cock. Get us home." What guy doesn't want to hear that just before looking down to see his hardness swallowed whole by his date. We got home, and didn't make it past the kitchen before our lips were together. Jen was a very tongue-y kisser which I loved. And my hands were instantly on those huge breasts. I pulled away from her kiss as my fingers traced the fabric of her blouse, taught across her chest. "As much as you love my cock, I think I love these tits more. I think about them during the day and can't stand up without embarrassing myself." Her hands found their way back into my pants, partially fastened to make it from the garage into the house.

We made it upstairs, shedding clothes as we went. As usual with Jen, things were a bit of a blur. Touching, biting, squeezing. She new I liked to be handled firmly; I've always been a bit of a hard-sell to get over the top. Jen, on the other hand, seemed to have a hair trigger. I didn't even have her panties off, but pushed to the side as I fingered and licked her to her first orgasm. She like to stifle her voice when she came, and it always seemed like the holding back made her cum harder. She raised her hips to my mouth, held the back of my head to press me to her as she bit her lip through the cum. I traced my tongue up her tum, to the first curve of her right breast, and up to a surprisingly petite little nipple. My right hand found her other breast, from the outside, lifting and pressing its weight back to her chest. "My god these are glorious boobs." She rolled away and I spooned her, my cock rock hard in the crack of her ass, my balls aching to cum as I continued to cradle a breast. I kissed from the back of her ear, slowly, down the back of her neck as she reached for a condom. "I've gotta get you inside me, man." She rolled back, tearing the package open.

I've never really disliked condoms. I find the idea of them arousing: memories of back seats, stolen moments, risky sex protected by, well, really not that much. Of course the feeling of actual penetration is different with a condom, it lacks the crispness, the contact, the friction. But different isn't always bad, and the focus changes with a condom. It's about sensations that are always there, but become magnified when they're soloed out. Tightness, pressure, depth. And it becomes about changing focus in how you think and feel that you're affecting your partner and their response, and more about each movement and the pleasure of that movement and not just a way to reach climax. And with an exciting, new partner a little delay can be fun--although if it already takes you a while to get over the top like me it can make things interesting.

Jen tore the package open, and rolled the condom over me. Her eyes never left my cock as she slowly covered it, rolling the latex over me. One hand dropped to my balls as she raked her fingers over my shaft. "Squeeze them", I said. She gave them a gentle squeeze. "Mmmm, harder is okay, too." Her fingers sank into my nuts then she released them crawled up me. Sitting up, her tits were glorious. She reached over and grabbed some lube, squeezing it into her hand then stroking me. I loved her attention, the view was amazing. "I love being able to feel how your body responds, Tom. You were already hard, but feeling you stiffen when you see me", her other hand grabbed a handful of tit and squeezed for emphasis, "is so sexy. I think your balls have gotten half again as big as they were driving home." An exaggeration to be sure, but what guy doesn't want to hear that. They certainly felt like they were huge and heavy. One of her hands explored the countours of my cock, lightly tracing the edge of my head, the veins, while the other played with my balls. She pinched a bit, separating epididymis from testicle.

"You're sure this is okay?"

"Yes, more please."

"I've never been with a guy that could tolerate this kind of ball play."

"I love it, there's a little pain, but it balances the pleasure your other hand is giving me."

"This is all for me?"

"You're the one making me fill up, and I suspect you're going to be the one to empty me out. It's yours if you want it."

"Yes, please. Give it all to me."

With that she lifted herself up and brought the swollen head to her lips, spreading them, and descending in one slow stroke. Jen was TIGHT. Especially right at her entrance. Feeling that grip pass over my head, past the sensitive glans. With a condom on, it was all about the pressure. I felt my head pass deeper into her, her tightness slowly moving deeper up my shaft as her softness enveloped the more sensitive parts of my cock. Tight as she was, she could take all of me. She was a tall girl, and I don't know if I ever bumped into her cervix. She settled with me fully inside of her, leaning forward and giving my mouth access to those breasts. It really took two hands to hold one breast--so be it. First one; squeezing as I licked a delicate nipple, then letting two breasts overwhelm my hands. Jen was grinding her clit against my pubic bone, working to get herself off on me. I was enjoying all of her body with no sense of urgency to cum either from a sense of timing or from stimulation.

"Mmmmhhhh" she said.

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to use you."

"Please"

Jen continued to grind for a bit, then sat up, keeping me inside, folding her legs underneath her and sliding up me. She arched her back, her hands braced on her ankles. My view was unbelievable, her torso stretched out as she raised up. My cock naturally wanting to point up let her find her G-spot and make tiny little movements to press my cockhead into it. Her eyes closed as she made tiny gyrations. I have no idea where she was in her mind, I was just a hard dick for her to use, and I was more than fine with that. I watched the show, while she brought herself to the edge, and over the edge on me.

Still panting, she leaned forward and put her mouth over mine, then kissing back the edge of my jaw to bite my earlobe. "Now, boy, I'm going to make you cum for me." And she started to fuck me. First some nice, long, slow strokes. Then picking up speed.

"Are those balls swelling up for me? I want you shoot a lot."

"Oh, baby, I ache to cum, I'm so full."

She moved up, matching the her tightness at her entrance to the most sensitive part of my shaft. Tiny movements, squeezing me.

"My tits need your attention." She roughly grabbed her breast, squeezing, pulling at her nipple to harden it and pressing it to my mouth. I was at the edge, my balls were boiling. She stroked herself on my full length a few times, then pulled off.

We both loved this. As much as I would love to be exploding inside of Jen, her fascination with the male sexual response, her obsession with my orgasm was magical. We hadn't finished with me inside her yet, but that was okay. I knew it would happen, and this was so unique and special with her. She stroked me through the condom a couple of times before stripping it off. The feeling of the air, her fingers against my skin and nerves was crisp and sharp, taking me closer. My balls pulled up tight. "Yeah, baby. Get a big load ready for me." She stroked, pausing, her thumb under my glans, just moving. My cock was spasming, so close and she knew it. Every bit of her attention was focused on me, and I loved it. Every slow movement was planned to give me just a little bit more pleasure. Her left hand held my balls as she held me right at the edge.

"Are you ready?"

"I don't think I can hold it back, I'm almost there"

As well as I thought I knew my orgasm and ejaculation, I think Jen already knew it better. She had admitted to an almost unhealthy fascination with ejaculation.

"I can feel you're past emission, baby, there's no turning back. How does it feel right now?"

She was just holding me, and I needed only the tiniest stimulation more. It was an amazing, luscious, plateau.

"Cum."

She gripped tighter, giving me a long firm stroke and I exploded. The first spurt was a long, steady push of cum. It felt bigger and the spasm of it longer than I'd ever experienced. The feeling of that much cum pushing through me was amazing. Jen had pointed my cock upward, and it shot past my head, hitting the head of the bed. She kept stroking, her timing and pressure perfectly matched as I shot another jet, then another, each with less pressure, eventually letting cum dribble over her hand as she stroked, then engulfed my cock with her mouth. As I softened, she released me.

"Tom, that was beautiful. I love that you let me do that to you. It's such a powerful feeling. And I'm so aroused right now."

I took that as my cue. Rolling her onto her back, I crawled down, then tracing the tip of my tongue up the inside of her thigh as she spread her legs. But stopping just short of my goal. Then the other leg. Tracing my fingertips, all ten, lightly down her sides to her hips. I brought my tongue, making it wide and flat, to the tips of her lips, licking, just touching. Jen shuddered. Lightly my fingers curved over her thighs, spreading her lips so gently while the broadness of my tongue grazed her slickness from back to front. Oh, this girl tasted good, "mmmm" was all I said. So carefully, so lightly, I let my tongue glide to her clit. Pausing, moving. Repeating. Tiny licks. Gentle licks. Then again from end to end. And again, and again. My fingers moving lightly, teasing skin wherever they found it. Then one hand, one finger into her tightness. My god, how did this girl take me in. Finding that spot on the front of her vagina, then licking, licking, licking.

"More pressure" Jen said. I knew it wouldn't take much, and I felt her tighten around me. I wanted to know her orgasm like she knew mine. I paused to sense warmth and fullness of her lips, the change in her wetness, the change in how she tasted, how she smelled as she climbed toward the peak. I gave her more pressure, first with my tongue broad and flat, then as she began to squirm, with the tip. Focused. I looked up, she was watching me but pulling her nipples almost an obscene amount, stretching those big boobs. The sight of her slim fingers stretching her breasts started me to harden, but I worked to keep focus on her. I had her close. Trying to feel her every movement, to match it, to match her breathing with my own.

"Oh, god..."

I had it. Tease it out, I told myself, it will come. Don't force it. Slowly. Lick. Gentle pressure from a second finger, the smell and sight of her had me fully hard now.

"Uuunnnnnnggggggghhhhhhhh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhh. Uh, uh. Ooooooh." I kept licking but she pushed me away. I crawled up her. Holding her, stroking her hair, gently kissing. I was still ready, but savoring the gentle afterflow. We drifted into sleep.