Chapter 19

My afternoon with Jasmine had been the stuff of the most extreme sexual fantasies. I can still remember the sight of the girl laying back on the bed, legs open, a river of white jizz flowing out of her dark fat-lipped pussy while she sucked on and cleaned off Don’s cum-slathered cock. It had been a perverted sexual treat to butt fuck her, pushing my re-energized cock balls-deep into her rectum while she cleaned the thick layer of cum off Don’s own long length of male flesh. The tight grip her ass had on me made the fuck enjoyable, but the best part was how much the girl seemed to get into the act. Yeah, pumping a second load of cum into Jasmine’s lithe brown body was a turn-on, but it was also great to hear her whine while she shoved her ass back into my crotch, acting as though two cocks at once just wasn’t enough. The world will never have enough girls like that.

I desperately wanted a repeat, but the weekend was wasted with phone at hand. While a call from Jasmine would have gotten me hard and ready, I was really waiting for a text from Kendra to come and rescue her from a situation she’d gotten pulled into and couldn’t admit to anybody but a close and loving friend like me. Total fantasy, but after everything Jasmine had assured me Kendra was definitely doing with Adrian and his dog, among others, I really wanted to become Kendra’s most intimate friend.

Sadly, nobody called or texted, leaving me feeling left out from what everybody else seemed to enjoy on a nightly basis. Well, nobody but Mindy, my very nice and certainly virginal girlfriend.

I was happily surprised but acted cool when Jasmine was there waiting for me on Tuesday. Drove her home to my place, parents both gone to work, and without much in the way of words we got down to the only thing I really cared about.

Let me rephrase that. Not much in the way of words except for the never-ending ramble of words Jasmine never let up on. She was always good for a commentary about anything, be it a house we were driving by or the shoes I wore or what her mother had for dinner. The girl couldn’t stop talking, except during sex. Meaning while fucking or being fucked. She had volumes to say during the before and after, from the taste of our mixed cum to her being self-conscious about how thick her labia were, but that all went away when we got down to the simple act of fucking.

Jasmine had worn a dress that day, and a lace top with a light tank top underneath. I liked it all, making it easy for me to kiss and love the girl for a minute, hands up to massage her tits while kissing her neck and whispering of how much I liked the scent of her perfume (just body wash, I know). Then bending her over my bed, pushing my hands under her dress, slipping my cock under her panties, and after feeling out all the wetness filling her slit, levering her vaginal gate open and filling her in a way all guys dream about at night. That was when Jasmine stopped talking about how long my fingers were and pushed her ass back, actually assisting me at burying my dick inside of her.

I really enjoyed that, Jasmine being perfectly fine with me using her to enjoy one of my kinks, if you could call it that. You know, keeping the girl dressed, maybe with her top pulled up and breasts open to handle, but otherwise keeping the girl’s dress or shorts on while making a path for a needy cock to invade and fill the girl’s hole. Being able to do that, like with Ronnie or Helena, pushing them over the side of the couch and having my way inside of them while they were still fully clothed, had always been a turn-on.

Any asshole could have fucked and filled Jasmine in five minutes, but I enjoyed my time with the girl and I held off as long as possible. Two minutes of fucking from the rear and I turned Jasmine over. Rather than laying back and letting me have my way with her, she sat up and took my dick in hand. I wouldn’t have minded if Jasmine had kneeled before me and sucked me off, but for a full minute she just had me stand there, giving me a hand job while staring at my crotch.

“Nice dick,” she said, though in a way that made it seem she was talking to herself. “I like fat hoods. Some dicks are boring, like just long tubes, but yours has that fat knob on top and lots of veins and stuff.”

This was another time Jasmine was lost for words, when her mouth was filled with cock. Unlike some girls, or maybe I should say most girls, she enjoyed giving a guy a mouth job. This time she did more than just clean my cock, lapping up and making happy noises while sucking off and swallowing all the accumulated cum I’d pulled out from her well-used vagina. Even better than that was how she then took her time lightly chewing on my shaft until she reached my hairy balls. With no need for encouragement from me, Jasmine pulled each of my balls into her mouth and spent a good couple of minutes enjoying the flavor and feel of them, giving light tongue action and some suction while my head was lost in sensations I’d never felt before. The girl was good. Maybe the most talented or cock-hungry slut in the city and she was all mine.

By the time Jasmine was done, I was rock hard and ready for another long hour of standard sex. That’s when Jasmine tugged on my throbbing boner, leaning back and bit and pulling the fat knob she loved so much right into the middle of her thick and very wet vulva. I was expecting her to beg for a fuck, but she began rubbing the hood up and down and over her clit. Did that for a few seconds before closing her eyes and laying back, knees wide, her fingers keeping only a light hold on my cock.

I could take a hint. This was actually something I enjoyed doing with and in and around a girl’s pussy. Anytime a girl absolutely forbade me from penetrating and cuming in her, this was always a great way to masturbate and lose the contents of my balls on the girl’s stomach. I took control, rubbing the tip of my cock back and forth over Jasmine’s longish clit, enjoying the feel of her feminine flesh, hearing the girl release low moans of pleasure, and all the while watching as her pussy filled with ever more moisture, the grool accumulating even dripping down to the bed and floor.

That was a real turn-on, but I wanted more from Jasmine and knew just how to get it from her. Kneeling on the floor, I pushed my face between her thighs, my tongue deep up the hole my cock had vacated five minutes before. Jasmine seemed happy at that, her hands coming down to caress my head while my tongue was busy lapping up the increasing moisture filling her twat. Then I started finger fucking her, gently, while my lips and tongue did wonderful things to her clit. I know it was wonderful because in only another couple of minutes she will filling the house with short shrieks of gladness while filling my mouth with more cum than I could take in a single swallow.

Jasmine actually pulled me up onto her, silently telling me to fuck her by sucking my tongue into her mouth and wrapping her legs around my naked hips. I swear the girl’s twat had gone from warm to steaming hot, my cock feeling like it was slipping into a volcanic hot spring. That fuck didn’t last very long, just a few minutes before a flood of my cum filled her. But then we took it slow, just laying next to each other, fingering and touching and kissing and tasting, and before long I’d pulled a leg over my hip and started up again.

Laying next to Jasmine, as with any girl, I could kiss her mouth and tits while fingering her clit and fucking her shallow and slow. That was the best way to connect with a girl, make her feel special, play with her body, and make her happy, and all with a very happy ending for me as well.

As I groaned out my lusty intent to cream the girl’s pussy, I rolled onto her, crotch into her ass, cock pounding into a hole already overflowing with a river of secretions and feminine cum my loving had brought out of her. It was a good hard fuck and climax, and I’ll admit to smiling as I felt myself pour another hundred million of my sperm into Jasmine’s hot twat. It was the kind of thing boys live for.

I softened a bit but when I pulled out from her, I had plenty of left over rigidity to push into Beck’s ass and play my length through her butt cheeks. I was just enjoying the feel of the girl’s soft and sweaty body under mine, but then she wiggled her ass a bit.

“You want to do it up my butt again?”

“Um, not just now,” I answered, knowing my cock was interested but in need of a rest. I went on to ask, “You interested?”

“Not so much,” she said, raising herself up on her elbows and looking back at me. “But if you do, use a condom. It’s makes less of a mess.”

I couldn’t argue, remembering my many forays into Lucy’s nether region, but it suddenly struck me that this girl knew a lot about sex.

“You bet. Maybe next time. But you’re okay with a dick up your butt?”

“Yeah, I guess,” she said with a shrug. “Depends. Just shallow is good, not too deep. You went in real hard and deep last time, but it was okay. I was feeling pretty good. Mike always went way too far in. I think it was his favorite. Up the butt, I mean. Do you like butts more than a girl’s vagina?”

“No,” I said quickly and quite honestly. “But with you sucking Don off last week, your ass was right there and ready for me to use. Glad it didn’t hurt. I don’t get into that.”

“I think Mike liked the pain. I know some people give it and some people like to get it. I don’t think I’m either.”

“Sadists and masochists,” I said, trying to sound like I knew all about such things. “Mike sounds like a sadist.”

“Lesla, too. They’re a real pair. How about your friend last week? Does she like butt fucking and dildos and stuff or just regular sex? Adrian’s nice about all that, but she’s gotta be careful around Mike. I bet he’d love to have her ride a dildo while doing her up the ass.”

“I don’t know,” I admitted, my brain going into a freefall as I realized how much I didn’t know about any of the girls I ever dated or even slept with. “I was hoping I’d get to know her better, but it looks like she doesn’t like me in that way or even trust me enough to talk about it. I guess I’ll never know.”

Talking with Jasmine made me depressed. I almost rolled out of the bed and went in search of some kind of frozen snack and a soda, my go to cure for anything that brought me down. But I was there next to a girl who hadn’t laid any limitations on me or my access to her body and I took full advantage.

Kiss, suck tits, and fuck. Just rolled onto Jasmine’s very fine body and started up a simple fuck. My thoughts of Kendra kept me from attaining full rigidity but that also kept me from blowing my balls into Jasmine for what seemed a half hour. Fucking from on top, riding the mattress with her under me, was fine for a time, but then I rolled over and made her do some of the work. With the girl totally naked and grinding her crotch down onto my cock, I was able to feel out her fat clit and enjoy. She rode me long enough for sweat to start raining down from her face, but the girl turned into a real wildcat when an orgasm tore through her body.

That’s what set me off. No sucking snatch like Joyce, but the way she ground into me finally brought me over the edge. It was a good two minute finale that wet the bed. Just as I was finishing up inside of her, my torrent of cum slowing to a dribble inside of Jasmine’s cock-friendly sheath of flesh, I gave her ass a couple of slaps and rolled her back over with a wild bite to her neck. That’s when I remembered how she didn’t like the rough stuff so much and actually stopped to give a soft kiss to her cheek and apologize.

“Hey. Sorry for the slaps. Good fuck, really enjoyed it. Hope you got something out of it.”

She smiled and said, “Hey. It’s okay. Kind of nice, just some slaps to my butt. Like your friend Don from last week. Feels real good at the end. I’ll let you know if you go too far.”

Fair enough.

Thought that would be it, but I started getting into playing with Jasmine’s body. Some kissing, some fingering, and when Jasmine started moaning and fucking my fingers, I took it all up a notch. Following a playbook of fantasies all guys have in their heads, I abandoned Jasmine for all of thirty seconds while I scored a banana from the kitchen. Not real imaginative, but it did the job.

Though Jasmine would roll her eyes and tell me to drive her home, but one look and she raised her ass, saying only, “Don’t peel it. Easier with the peel.”

A minute later and I was laying on the bed with her, Jasmine sucking on my somewhat soft and well-used cock while I fucked the slut with that foot-long all-American banana. Or rather I should say I held the banana while she fucked the fruity phallus so hard it began to soften, even with the peel on.

Girl was in the middle of what must have been her tenth orgasm of the day when I finally reached my own limit. Rolled onto her, like doing a sixty-nine, and fucked her throat for all I was worth. She struggled, trying to pull her head back from where I was pushing my balls into her nose, but Jasmine never paused in trying to fuck the entire length of that banana. No apologies from me though. My lips and teeth were locked around her clit and her legs held me just as tight between her thighs as her head was held between mine.

Our muffled screams and grunts and moans were finally replaced by our gasps for breath. Pulling my soft and much-diminished dick away from her face, I kissed my way up the length of Jasmine’s sweat soaked body and spent minutes kissing her. She was more interested in coughing up some remaining clumps of my cum, but that was alright.

Almost told her that I loved her and wanted her to stay with me for the rest of the year. Thinking back, I really should have. Might have made all the difference in the world. Damn.

Instead I rolled off the bed, pulled Jasmine’s ass up high, and took a few photos showing her thick black-lipped cunt being split by the yellow banana, only a couple of inches extending out from where it filled her. I offered to ream her ass with the thing, promising to be gentle, but she said no. Shouldn’t have been so polite. I’m sure I could have had the girl screaming out from another orgasm if I’d just followed my lusty instincts.

Finally drove Jasmine home. I wanted to set up a daily thing, like turn our mutual love of one another’s bodies into regular sex. Every other girl I tried to do that with didn’t react so well, but Jasmine didn’t seem to see anything wrong with it. It wasn’t quite the way or as much as I wanted, but for a lust-filled guy whose girlfriend had no interest in even touching my dick, Jasmine seemed heaven-sent.

Some secret spot inside of me was happy that Jasmine didn’t bring up Don or the hard, long, and obviously satisfying fuck he’d given the girl that first time at his place. Having Jasmine show an interest in me and mine sure made my ego happy. I did go by Don’s later the next week and when he didn’t bring Jasmine and her very hungry twat into the conversation, I did the asking. All Don did is shrug and say, “Gotta give you thanks for that one. Nice pussy you got going for you. What happened to that girl Mindy you talked of last month?”

Oh yeah, Mindy. She was my girlfriend, my one and only, though up to then our time together with her top off had been chaste to the point of infuriating. I kept promising myself that when Mindy gave me just a little more attention then I’d stop staring at other girl’s asses or dreaming about getting into some other girl’s panties. Like Joyce. Sure missed Joyce. Then Jasmine came into my life, and for every minute devoted to sucking on Jasmine’s tits and fucking her incredibly wet snatch, I spent another two promising to devote all of my attention to Mindy once she returned. Yeah, I know, shows me to be a real douche bag, but that’s how it was.

About Joyce. Even with Jasmine and sometimes Mindy in mind, I dropped by Joyce’s house a couple of times. The girl’s laughing voice and love of a good fuck was never far from being used by my imagination when having to empty my balls into the sink. Unfortunately, the two times I visited Joyce’s house I was met by her stone-faced mother. Joyce wasn’t there and the mother had no idea when Joyce would return. The brother was there, so they were back from Florida, but without Joyce. Further questions only got me a glare worthy of Medusa.

Now back to Jasmine. One very fine long afternoon fuck with Don, then that time at my place where the girl screamed in delight when I emptied my balls into her three times, and then a week later when I had to be content with her just sucking my dick and swallowing all the cum I’d been saving up just for her. We were supposed to just see a movie, but she was nice enough to agree to an hour of relaxation in the park before driving her home.

The suck and swallow was good if standard, Jasmine sitting on the passenger seat of the car, me standing while giving her mouth a shallow face fuck. The girl’s mouth sucked as well as her pussy fucked, wet and warm and seemingly bottomless. Not a single complaint as I pushed in for a deep throat experience. When I groaned out my rising need to blow my balls, she pulled her head back and used her hands to keep my cock under control, but otherwise she sucked hard and swallowed my cum like she loved the taste. In fact she even said so, and this was what made that evening so memorable if troubling.

I’d just emptied my balls into the girl’s very pretty mouth, my hands on her head, groaning in satisfaction as I felt Jasmine’s tongue stimulate the hood of my cock and lap up the last drops of semen my balls could pump out. It was a great blow and there were visions of how the girl could do this every evening if I could just chain her to my bed. Then she pulled her head back, giving a cough while clearing her throat. That’s when she so casually brought up things no other girl had brought into the open before.

“Thanks for not forcing it in when you came,” said Jasmine, leaning back into her seat while wiping her mouth with some tissue. “Hate it when guys do that.”

I cringed, remembering how I’d held her down and forced my cock half-way to her stomach just a week before.

“You’re good at it, Jasmine,” I responded, crouching down and giving a soft kiss to her cheek. “I’d rather have you home in my bed, but you’re really good at draining my balls with your mouth.”

“Practice,” she said with a smile. “Best way to keep a guy happy and under control, but the taste is pretty interesting, too. Sticky and kind of hard to swallow, but I’ve kind of got a thing for the smell and even the taste. Biggest problem is my jaw gets tired. Two or three dicks in and I’m done for. Guys don’t get that. It’s hard work.”

That stunned me. Two or three guys, one after another I was guessing, the girl’s jaw getting tired from being forced open while sucking their cocks. Yeah, hard work, but how often could that even happen?

“Three guys? That must have been a party to remember. Why’d you even let them get that far?”

“Oh. Shouldn’t tell you. For the quick money. You know, like twenty for a mouth job. Did it for one guy one time, just for fun and fast cash, then all of his buddies wanted some the next week. Turned into a weekend thing for a while. Even met some guys after school at the park. Lots of cash but I had to stop it at three guys at any one time. My jaw felt like it wanted to fall off.

“After an hour I’d be okay, but guys never know when to give it a rest. Even that got out of control. I mean, once a girl’s half dressed and is busy with her mouth filled by some guy’s dick, it kind of leaves the rest of her open for invasion. It just got too wild. Finally had to stop hanging out with that group. Good dope but mostly slackers, and I’d always wind up getting home late. No big loss because that’s when Adrian started giving me all the attention I wanted. With him and then Mike I was too busy to bother with college guys. Maybe dated a classmate once in a while, you know, in high school, but just for fun. Adrian was enough for me.”

I wasn’t sure what to say about Jasmine’s admission to having her mouth and stomach be used as a cum-bucket for groups of older men, so I tried to back up the conversation to how she was perfect for me.

“I’m just happy to have you with me now. Do you need a coke or anything to help in getting the taste of the cum out of your mouth?”

“No, not the taste, but since I’m going home I should get something to get rid of cum breath. My mother smelled it on me once and boy did shit hit the fan. Of course, that was just after Lesla had been pumped and filled by Rudy and she sat on my face. Not sure if it was her twat or Rudy’s doggie cum that made my breath smell so bad. Anyway, made me give notice to Adrian and start taking breath mints whenever I go out.”

My imagination started to go a little wild with what Jasmine so casually described to me, memories of Lucy and me and Fortis filling my head and hardening me up in a fast second. With visions of unspeakable sexual acts taking me over, I had to ask yet another question.

“So, the doggie cum. Easier to swallow than a guy’s cum? Does having it out of a girl’s hole make it better or worse?”

“Actually, a dog’s cum is a little more watery and salty, but I’d only ever tasted Rudy’s cum. I mostly hated it then because Lesla was being a bitch, riding her cum-filled twat on my face while upending a bottle of beer into my crotch. She wasn’t into the sex so much as just making other people have sex in ways she enjoyed. She didn’t mind Rudy riding her for an hour, but she liked tying me down and watching him hump me even more. It was like that every time we got together. When she or Mike slapped my ass or pushed a dildo up my butt, it was more to cause pain than up the pleasure of the sex. I finally just got tired of it.”

Then, with a shrug, Jasmine told me to get her some fries and a coke before taking her home. Mind blown, my cock again hard and in need, I did her bidding, hoping that we could make another date for her to be taken back to my place for a more complete use of the girl’s hot body and cock-hungry pussy.

That happened, but not quite in the way I expected, but in very memorable ways.

Remember Mindy? My girlfriend? I honestly did, and just the next Friday night we’d gone out and she was indeed nice enough to go one step further with me. Not yet ready for anything beyond extreme petting, but it was still pretty eye opening.

She’d worn slacks and a loose top, and coming home from the movies we found her house dark. She then remembered that that her parents had been invited to a party in some out of town place and probably wouldn’t return home until late. I of course wanted to use the time for us to get to know one another better. In her bedroom. Unclothed. All night.

No, she wouldn’t do that, but she did think it would be okay for us to enjoy the privacy of her back yard for a while. First just some kissing and then a little tongue action on Mindy’s very fine pair of breasts. We’d never gone quite that far, and while she thought a hand on her ass and my lips sucking on each of her nipples was the ultimate in a high school make out session, I desperately wanted more. I whispered indecent thoughts of using her cleavage to excite my cock to the ultimate high, and afterwards, while I massaged my cum into her chest, she could suck on my cock and get to know just what a man’s cum really tasted like.

I whispered this in a half-joking manner, but all while I brought her hand down to feel the very real length of hard male flesh that desired her so much. She said no to that with a roll of her eyes and a grunt of disgust.

Mindy began pulling her blouse together while telling me I was way oversexed. Disappointed, I went even further, holding her close and pushing Mindy’s rather loose pair of shorts down while palming the full set of lower lips so poorly protected by her panties.

That shocked her. While pushing me away with curse words I didn’t think such nice girls should know, Mindy tried to step backwards, but with her shorts falling to her ankles, she wound up tripping over herself. Mindy wound up kneeling on the lawn, her hands on a wooden chair near the back door. Kneeling behind her, I knew the girl was mine to use as I wished. Her tits were hanging down and ready for my hands to hold, her ass was covered by nothing more than some hip waisted briefs, and my cock was primed and ready to take the girl.

I almost did, just as I had taken and fucked and creamed so many others in my past. But I really did have a sense of connection with Mindy, so when I bent over her and pushed my hardened cock past the edge of her panties and between her thighs and through the long luscious length of the girl’s wet and ready labia, I paused. With the length of my cock buried within the thick wet lips of her vulva, I pulled Mindy’s hand down and in to hold me in place. As she hyperventilated and begged me not to “do it,” I simply asked for her to understand my needs and to help me love her.

“I wont fuck you, Mindy. Not until you ask me to. I want to make love to you more than anything, but maybe right now you can help me connect with you in some other way. Just hold me, feel me, and let me love you. Trust me.”

Sure, trust me, the way other girls had trusted me, but this time I kept my word. With Mindy kneeling before me, half naked and shaking from what I was putting her through, I did a nice fuck of the girl’s dripping wet labia. Holding her hand over my cock, I pumped myself into a fast climax. Soaked her hand and panties and furry bush with cum as I groaned and collapsed onto her back. I kissed her a hundred times, thanking Mindy for being understanding, and all the while hoping she’d find it in her heart to trust me more and do ever more with me.

In the end Mindy found the entire exercise messy and my actions gross. All hopes for her to clean my dick off with her lips and tongue and maybe invite me in for a shared shower were thrown to the ground when she literally closed the door on me.

That left me sexually sated but feeling as though I was caught in an empty relationship. I wanted to share everything with Mindy, and all she wanted was an apology and promise to never do that to her again. I was more than just a little confused and it didn’t take much for a hot young slut like Jasmine to ease my mind and make my attempts at love and romance seem stupid and useless.

I’d finished a half-day of work the following day, my imagination overwhelmed by the feel of Mindy’s warm and wet feminine flesh embracing my cock. Then I remembered Mindy’s hatred of everything I seemed to live for. It was an easy thing to then begin fantasizing about Jasmine again and as though she and I were connecting on some kind of mental wavelength she called me.

Jasmine was all over the place, her words a mixed up salad, the girl obviously higher than the proverbial kite. I finally understood that she was at some restaurant but without any money and she needed me to bail her out. I groaned but figured it was time for me to do my one good deed of the month. It didn’t cost much, just a small lunch she’d devoured after the munchies had taken her over.

In the car all thoughts of my time with Mindy the night before vanished. I wanted to go back to my place maybe slip Jasmine into my bedroom through the back door, but Jasmine said no, only to then mention that her parents would be leaving for some place later in the afternoon and that maybe we could drive around. She was actually into the idea of walking through a rose garden at a nearby park. I think that whatever she’d smoked really amped up her sense of smell and she couldn’t get enough of the few full blooms that were present.

I was wondering what else we could do, hand on Jasmine’s ass, my mind in every other part of the girl’s body, when inspiration struck. Just five minutes later and we pulled up in front of Lucy’s house. Telling Jasmine to wait, I disappeared for five minutes and came back to the car with Fortis, Lucy’s most illegitimate lover.

Jasmine should have known what was on my mind, but she was too busy showing how much she liked dogs to think of why dogs might like girls.

“I just borrowed him for the afternoon,” I explained. “His owner just graduated and took off and the parents are only too happy for me to take the big brute for a walk. You think your parents are gone yet?”

Yep. Gone. Left Fortis in the back yard for him to make use of as he wished while Jasmine and I went inside the house. I had her half-undressed before we made it through the kitchen and family room. To her shock and enjoyment, I pinned Jasmine on the couch and attached my teeth to her long thick clit. Two fingers played deep within her already soaking wet hole while I brought Jasmine to only the first orgasm of the day. She muffled her screams with a pillow while I pulled her twat even tighter into my face. The girl tasted delicious, young and sweet and nasty in ways girls can’t say but must feel every minute of the day.

Then followed a long round of standard sex, mostly with me fucking Jasmine and making use of her body, feeling and kissing and loving the girl in ways Mindy couldn’t even allow me to whisper about when alone in the night. I really fought to hold myself back, but it only took five minutes of ploughing into her in the front room rug before I let loose with my first flood of cum.