Chapter 34: Just an Inkling

They say time flies when you’re having fun. It also seemed to be flying by as we worked regularly. Jackie woke up not just horny but with cramps. Jackie’s icy look pretty much said it all. But it didn’t stop her from accusingly saying, “I wish you knew what it is to wake up with a pain like this, just once.”

She had said I didn’t flirt with her enough. I went to the first grader’s flirt, “Oh, but I do know. I’ve been waking up with a real pain every day for the past two months. And she is still in my bed.”

Jackie glared at me and fake laughed, “Hardy-har-har.” And added. “You’ve not been waking up with a pain. You’ve had the privilege to wake up beside a beautiful goddess who has lowered herself to be your modest, humble companion.”

“Laying it on a bit thick this morning.” I quipped and chuckled. “But you also left off delusional. So I am assuming swimming or running on the treadmill is not happening today?”

“Now look who is delusional. I should be moving by the time you are finished with that mentally ill morning pastime you call exercising.” She said, not moving out from under the covers.

For some reason, the whole exchange reminded me of exchanges with Karen’s mother when we first started dating. I shook that thought straight out of my head. I then joked, “See you in a half hour after I’m finished with my morning masochistic flogging. Better known as swimming laps.”

When I came back up to the room Jackie had been moving. She was completely dressed and putting on the last of her make-up. With as little as she put on, it probably took as long as my elevator ride up from the pool. The table had two plates of lox and bagels along with a coffee cup in front of each. Hers had cream in it. She no longer fought me on the morning meal selection.

Water still dripped from my suit every now and again as I reached over to what was her plate. I pulled the salmon off her bagel and quickly swallowed it down. She had seen me do it and appeared to be about to say something when I spoke first, “I can’t have you puking on me on the way to work. Call down and see if they can get you eggs and bacon before we have to go. Actually, go ahead and make that change for both of us. Until I say I want to go back to the lox and bagels. Thanks.”

You would have thought she won the lottery. She was beaming and smiling from ear to ear. She did well covering her excitement with a bland, “Ok. if that’s what you want.”

All I could think of was that was not all I wanted. But one of the things currently was out of commission for the next week. Which in turn meant I should clear my lap’s schedule. There was a hundred-pound female that was going to be occupying it regularly.

Jackie was greedily munching on her eggs and bacon when I came back into the room from my shower. She barely looked up from her plate to acknowledge me. I startled her when I said, “You wait until everyone is here and seated before you eat, remember. And, if you eat like that all the time you’re going to be two-hundred pounds in no time.”

“If that happens, are you going to get a new companion?” She questioned.

“No. I don’t employ you as a companion for your body. Now if you get to the point you can’t keep up when we go on hikes or swimming, I’ll find a new companion,” I answered. “But in reality, I’ll probably skip it and just work more.”

“So you would work more just because I got heavy. At least now I know how to get you to quit being so pervy. Put on a few pounds and no more preving on me.” She said putting the last of the eggs in her mouth.

“Now I wouldn’t go that far,” I said going to get my clothes on.

“Yeah, I bet as a geeky coed. You could only get dates with the dimensionally challenged,” She teased.

“As a roommate of mine once said. Even fat girls need lovin’, too. He used to pick up women at the local Walmart and have sex with them. He said the really big ones would get him a beer while he was waiting to get hard again,” I told her.

Putting her fork down she said, “You are such a pig.”

“Hey, I’m just relaying what he said. I didn’t follow his advice. Just like I didn’t follow the advice of a frat brother who believed in; Go ugly early. Get the best of the worst,” I explained.

“So much worse than a pig,” She said going to the mirror and checking her hair.

Seeing the disbelief in how fraternity guys acted, I decided to have some more fun with her. There was one other that would surely put her over the edge. “Again, I didn’t follow that advice. In fact, all the brothers came to me for an evaluation of the girl they were trying to hook up with. You see I don’t get beer goggles. Even drunk,” I could tell show ponies from heavy haulers.”

Jackie’s image in the mirror looked confused, “Show ponies ... Heavy haulers. What is that?”

I began to explain while finishing putting on my clothes. “Show ponies look pretty and refined. But they are only ridden once a week and even then only to show off. Whereas heavy haulers are ridden multiple times a day and think nothing of it.”

“Un-fucking-believable,” Jackie started. “You guys compared women to horses.”

To pull her chain even more I said, “Yes, they couldn’t make a dog analogy work.”

“I don’t know why I even talk to you. I’m guessing they would say I was a show pony?” She questioned, really looking for a compliment of sorts.

“No, you’re not a show pony. Show ponies though not ridden often. Are ridden,” I left it out there. Her look of shock and anger that I would say such was clear. She quit talking to me for the rest of the morning. No matter how I tried to re-engage her, she stayed mum.

By lunch, she was back to talking to me but only about work. By dinner, I was mostly forgiven for teasing her. Or she was at least willing to talk to me. And, while I could have gone up for a nice long soak in the hot tub which likely would have included an equally long fuck. The Simpson sisters, while not fat by any means, were definitely heavy haulers. I stayed in the chair watching a movie with Jackie.

The morning conversation wasn’t enough to keep her from, once again, curling up on my lap. A warm person who happily let her snuggle into them was a higher priority than a truthful joke about her sex life. And the woman in her jade green pajamas fell asleep on me after an hour. I left her there for another two before carrying her to bed and tucking her in.

Even though she would have normally been naked by morning. Her unconscious mind knew not to strip that night. It meant I had to rub her nub through the satin shorts. The grinding in circles still did the trick of getting her to breathe heavily and move her hips slightly. I thought one day I would have to ask her what kind of erotic dreams she had on the nights I had her ready to orgasm. I knew what kind of reaction she had in the morning, she was antsy.

Jackie didn’t like swimming while on her period. I kept her from attacking her clit while I was gone by having her come run on the treadmills with me. The usual competition started after fifteen seconds. Jackie raised the incline of her treadmill and immediately looked at the readout of the treadmill I was on. I would have thought she would’ve learned. The only thing our competitions did was make both of us sore. The same was true as speeds and elevations increased. Both of us were dragging when it came time for a shower.

She was so tired I didn’t concern myself with her relieving the night’s teasing. Yet, I did warn her I was coming in after five minutes. She had only begun to put the towel around her luscious breast tucking the tail into her cleavage. The bottom of the towel covered her to the crease at the bottom of her ass. It left her fine-toned leg for me to stare at.

Jackie saw me ogling her legs, “God you are always a perv aren’t you. I can only guess what you are thinking.”

“If you are guessing I was thinking of your smooth thighs acting as ear muffs then you are on the right track.” I twirled my imaginary mustache like an evil mastermind.

“You are a sick man. And you need professional help,” Jackie said heading out of the bathroom.

She was again dressed and opened the door for room service with our breakfast. I noticed it was the boy who had seen Jackie naked and I had suggested she blow for a tip. He turned red being greeted by her. His turning red triggered Jackie to remember the morning as well. She too blushed beet red.

When the boy was gone and we were sitting at the table having the new breakfast menu items, I teased. “I see you still didn’t blow the boy as a tip.”

She held up her hand and shot me a bird. The rest of the meal was silent. It was accentuated only by the occasional glare shot my way. Once again lunch conversations were purely work-related. Dinner was better but still not to the level of the previous day. After which, I headed up to meet Tyleen and Martha.

They seemed happy to see me. They were happier when Martha’s thighs ended up as the ear muffs I had fantasized Jackie’s would be. Tyleen had gotten under me and had my cock in her hot mouth. She moved up and down it while I moved along Martha’s slit. Tyleen’s blowjob was fantastic and a couple of times had me forget what I was doing with Martha. Though her whining always brought me back to her clit.

Each time I was reminded why I had Martha’s clit between my lips. I nibbled and sucked on her bundle of nerves. She had her legs quiver and shake only to let out a monumental groan as she went over the edge. She pounded the hot tub’s edge with her fist as I didn’t let the stimulation decrease. Though, she begged me to quit.

Tyleen exacted her sister’s revenge for her. When the swirl of her tongue and gliding of her lips up and down my pole became too much. I too groaned out. The globs of cum rapidly passed through my cock stretching it in

waves, before it jetted out of my piss slit. I was sure every blast coated Tyleen’s tonsils and epiglottis. Still, she kept up the stimulation of my head during the delivery of my copious thick seed.

Soon I was just as overwhelmed by the sensations as Martha was. But Tyleen wouldn’t let my dick out of her glorious mouth of torture. There was nothing I could do about the overstimulation while I held myself up over Martha. A surprise came a few minutes after I had finished licking up the thick pussy honey flowing from Martha’s hole. My dick which had become semi-solid was once again granite.

There was no sisterly rivalry when Tyleen moved Martha out of the way. She simply told her sister, “My turn.” And she as quickly on the side of the hot tub her legs spread wide. There was no hesitation or embarrassment when she said to me, “Joe fuck me.”

I immediately got between the woman’s open thighs and aligned my head with her opening. She was plenty ready for my stretching her slick cavern. She grunted as I held onto her hips and drove the full length of my prick into her. Her passage encased my rod in its moist velvety heat as I stayed unmoving for a moment.

When the moment passed I moved back through Tyleen’s velvety goodness. The ripple of her passage lit up my brain with pleasure. My hands moved up from her hips once her feet locked behind my ass. Her heels pushed me back down her cavern when nothing but my bulbous head was left within her. My hands that had left her hips found her nipples already hard before they had a chance to touch them. Tyleen’s hands, though, had started on my shoulder blades and went to my head. There she brought my lips to hers for a long hot kiss.

While our tongues rolled over each other in a gymnast’s routine. While performing where no judge could see, our pelvis continued to crash together. The concussion could be heard throughout the area, as could Tyleen’s, “Ahh,” and “Oh,” moaned out.

The sensations wracking my brain and Tyleen’s metronomic “Ahh” as I slapped my balls onto her ass, had me distracted. I missed more than the audience we had gathered. I was equally surprised at Martha’s tongue invading my asshole. The two women had unquestionably planned out their surprise for me.

Tyleen had stopped demanding I kiss and french her hard, by securing my face to hers. She had instead reached each hand down to my buttocks. Her fingers delved into my crack. She yanked me tight to her as quivers became quakes. Holding my pelvis tight to hers, she ground her clit on my pelvic bone. In the process, I failed to notice she was pulling my cheeks far apart. She made an easy unblocked path to my rosebud that also felt like it was being reshaped into an oval.

Martha had been prepared for her sister’s exposure of my bunghole. She pressed her nose onto the valley of my crack and her cheeks deformed as they deformed mine. Her tongue piercing my asshole was their goal. And I felt the opening of my sphincter as her tongue’s tip became a point wedging its way in. The mass of the rest of her tongue further widened me as she drove it deeper.

The sensation of having my cock stretched by one of the Simpson sisters. While the other stretched my asshole with her tongue was unique and erotic as hell. The position had limited the speed and length of the strokes into Tyleen. Anything other than movements shorter than Martha’s tongue were done hard and rapidly. During longer strokes, Martha maintained her tongue in my ass by holding tightly to my hips and moving her head with my ass. Not once did I feel her cheeks leave mine. Yet, she could still pump her fleshy organ through my ever-widening hole.

When we were done, Tyleen was hyperventilating laying back on the hot tub’s surrounding deck her tits pointed skyward. Her box was full of my spooge which was running from her wide opening. My ass still tingled from the tongue fucking it had received. My dick involuntarily jumped up while the memories of the plush glove it had exited remained fresh.

I stumbled up the stairs and out of the water. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Martha had moved to fill my spot. Her mouth covered her sister’s box capturing all spunk that was surely running out. One couple, I didn’t know but the Simpsons did each took one of Tyleen’s heaving breasts into their mouths.

As the sisters continued their escapade with each other and the new younger couple, I rhetorically said, “It was a blast. I should see you, women, tomorrow.” I was correct in my assumption it would be rhetorical as the reply came in the form of grunts and moans.

With the towel wrapped around my waist and my dick coated in the sexual juices of my most recent coupling, I walked into the room. Jackie once again had her nose in the computer reading the story she had yet to share with me. The only indication of her extreme interest was she had told me earlier, that she was on the second book of the three-book series.

There was no demand for a shower before Jackie joined me in the chair. As she always did, Jackie wiggled her ass on my towel-covered prick. She stopped her moving when she was comfortable and my dick was once again ensconced in her ass crack. She did little but lean on me and after a while, she fell asleep. It left me tucking her in for a second night. After which I did rinse off the last of the pussy juice from my dick.

Jackie falling asleep in my lap happened every night of her period. Screwing the Simpsons though was an every-other-day thing. On the other days, we went out for a late dinner after going sightseeing. Movies in the chair rounded off those evenings. Like falling asleep in my lap, getting her close to orgasm as she slept occurred every night.

Thursday morning, Jackie was back swimming with me. She was clearly feeling better. She left the drab comfortable clothes at the hotel. Instead, she was in a nice conservative skirt. She wore a conservative top with it. I had to give her credit she had done a great job of straddling the line between sexy and work-appropriate.

Later that day, I called her into the kick-off meeting for the extended work we had been contracted for. The client said they would like me to stay for the extra month it would take to complete the additional work. It wasn’t so much a would-like but a subtle demand. And base on the dollars and higher hourly rate, I really couldn’t say no. Plus, I was getting all my regular work done while away. Since I had been given an office at the plant.

Even when I pointed out that a tourist visa allowed for no more than ninety days in Europe. I was told they would take care of it. And though usually, you had to leave Europe and return for a visa to be valid, I was told it would be taken care of. Or I could just fly to Serbia for a day or two. I told them to do what they could and if needed I would go and come back.

The client also said they wanted Jackie to stay on. I could see on my people’s faces, who were on the video call, that they were not happy about that. No one would say a word while in the meeting but I expected a flurry of emails about it when the meeting was over. Her visa would also be taken care of. Later, I would ask Jackie if she wanted to stay on as my companion for the extra days or go back to being a regular employee when the others came over.

Jackie didn’t look happy about people from the States coming over and made her feelings known. “We don’t need people from the United States coming here. We already have the right group here to get everything done.” Her concern with others coming from the US flowed over. She said, “I can work extra hours. Maybe that way you can keep just the small group that is here.”

After much pressing and cajoling to find out what was the big deal about people coming over. She finally broke down and said, “The group here, they know that I’m here not just as a traveling companion but also as an employee. A valuable employee and they have seen enough to know it. But there are people from the United States who don’t understand, that. That I do more than just go out on excursions with you. And with more people coming over, there will be more people, who see us together after work, and that we are sharing a room. This means I have to explain to even more people, I’m not screwing the boss to move up the ladder. It also makes it more likely that kind of talk will permeate the office back at home. And I don’t want it so that everybody thinks I only got my job cuz I screwed the boss. When this particular job is over, and the job of being your companion is complete I would prefer not to have to continue explaining. No one will take me seriously when we get back to the United States.”