Chapter 11

I took my shirt off and restarted the mower. My muscles aren’t huge rippling weight lifter’s muscles, but I am strong and have a six-pack, so maybe that would distract passers-by from the erection in my shorts. I could hope, anyway. Knowing that Jasmine might be laying out while I finished up her yard, was exciting. The Davis’s don’t have much grass back there, so I wondered why Jasmine didn’t do it herself if she was in a hurry?

The electric lawnmower was there, but not Jasmine. That was probably better. I didn’t need to contend with the barrage of lustful thoughts Jasmine’s body would bring on. I told myself, hurry up and finish, then do what Mom told you to do.

As I came around the pool, I noticed Jasmine standing behind the shed with her hand inside her bikini bottoms. My mind flashed back to Susan’s story of Jasmine and Jason. I forgot what I was doing and released the power lever. The electric hum stopped, and I headed toward Jasmine. Without a word, she dropped to her knees in front of me and lowered my shorts until the waistband was hooked under my balls. I stepped forward and pushed my cock at her face. Jasmine took the swelling head into her mouth and grabbed my balls.

The skill of her mouth surpassed any, I supposed. Not that I had more than one to compare it with. I watched her suck the head, then pull it from her mouth. She looked up at me; her expression that of a child looking for approval. I couldn’t break away even though I knew this wasn’t what I should be doing if I loved Susan.

Jasmine’s tongue guided my dick head into her wide mouth. I hunched, and the tight entrance of her throat closed. She gagged and pulled back. After a quick gasp, Jasmine plunged my dick down her throat, again.

I grabbed her head and thrust into her face. When I hit bottom, I held it there. Jasmine’s bulging eyes were turned up, pleading, but I continued ramming her mouth. At that moment, I understood Jasmine; she needed to satisfy me. She had to have my cum in her mouth to feel like a good little girl.

After several more violent plunges down Jasmine’s throat, my balls pulled up tight, prepared to shoot. I was about to empty three days’ worth of pent-up frustration. My groin met Jasmine’s hot, wet lips, and I held my cock in her gulping throat until the last second, then I pulled out. The head of my dick rested on her plump lower lip. My legs trembled and my balls jerked, sending a blast of cum into Jasmine’s mouth. She grasped the shaft and milked it. Squirt after squirt I came on her tongue. Cum leaked from the corners of Jasmine’s mouth. She tilted her head back, revealed the white fluid, smirked, and swallowed hard. It took two gulps to get it all down. She licked all the way around her mouth while looking up at me. Damn it; that girl is sexy, I thought.

Susan’s story played in my mind while I took Jasmine by the shoulders and eased her to the ground. We were about to reenact the first time she got fucked! I stood over her. My lust raged. I reached down and grabbed her bottoms. Jasmine knew what I was doing, and without making a sound, she raised her ass so that I could remove her bathing suit. Her bald pussy looked so young. The magnitude of her beauty struck me. I took a deep breath and pushed her legs apart. She was a perfect female specimen.

I wanted to take my time and be gentle, the way I had with Susan, but once I was between Jasmine’s legs, the aroma drove me mad. I plunged my face into her crotch. My tongue dug in, and I drank her sweet pussy juice. Susan tasted similar, but Jasmine’s sharp nectar enraged me. I sucked it into my mouth. I had to fuck her, now. I got on top of Jasmine and forced her legs further apart. The head of my dick found the deepest part of her slippery groove. I was so ready to slam it to the hilt, but Jasmine’s eyes were pleading. The girl had taken on a new persona.

I pushed a little harder, and I heard Jasmine for the first time, “Fuck me, Jason. I want you to fuck me, please.”

That was all I needed to hear. My cock head punched through her tightness, and I didn’t stop until my body slammed into hers. Jasmine’s wonderful pussy tube held my cock. Waves of extreme pleasure raced through my balls. My whole being was consumed by the glorious sensation. It felt so good that I’d cum if I moved and then it would be over, but I never wanted it to end.

The bell on the back of the house rang, indicating someone was at the front door. Jasmine started pushing me off her. “Shit, that’s Stacy. You have to go!”

I climbed to my feet. My bobbing erection shined with Jasmine’s juices. She must have seen the pitiful expression on my face. “Joe, I’m sorry. Stacy can’t know about this side of me. Please keep this our secret. Don’t tell anybody, especially not Susan. It’ll be better that way ... for her.”

Jasmine’s words did nothing to ease my disappointment. “Okay.” I pulled my shorts up and asked, “What about the lawn?”