Chapter 48: Unnatural Behavior

My mind didn’t shut down trying to figure out what was happening with Jackie. Plus I had the added issue of needing to get back to Texas and turning the project over to the actual project manager. Built into this concern was Jackie. The last of her work was to be done by Thursday and she hadn’t missed a deadline yet. But it is a thing with people working on a project when they see the end approaching they tend to slow down. Especially, if they don’t know what their next assignment is.

All Jackie knew was her next assignment was in Texas at the home office. But that meant she wouldn’t be in my bed every night, likely getting her own apartment. After months of waking up with her would I function as well if she wasn’t there? That and a million other questions kept my brain churning, and sleep fitful.

Not being deeply asleep my internal clock told me it was a half-hour before it would go off and wake me up. I had not gotten into deep slumber all night. It wouldn’t matter the internal alarm would go off anyway. It was then that I felt Jackie move away from her spot against me. I couldn’t remember a time she did this and didn’t pull me over to spoon her. But she didn’t this time. I was going to ask her if she was okay until she slid fully under the sheet. In the darkness, she didn’t see I was awake and wondering what she was up to.

I didn’t have long to wonder. There was a fleeting touch on my dick. She waited a minute before she did it again. I didn’t stop her or encourage her. I wanted to see what she would do, thinking I was asleep.

Her third touch lasted longer as she dragged her fingertip down my ever-hardening dick. She didn’t stop at the root but let her finger go down around my ball sac. When they moved of their own accord she quickly drew back again. I wondered if this was her foray into giving me a handjob again. She had done it before when she thought I was asleep. Maybe this time she wanted to see it spurt.

She gently nudged my inner thighs. I obliged her by spreading my legs but not too quickly or after one nudge. I was selling I was still sleeping and she apparently bought it. Nudging again and again until I left room for her between my legs. Where she carefully climbed over my leg. She took extra care not to have her legs or tits accidently brush me as got into position. Her final position was on her knees and her elbows balled up with her knees at her tit. Her face was so close to my groin, her breath was a hot breeze across it.

Her movement temporarily meant her tentative touches quit. It didn’t however stop my cock from filling out. Her new location implied further stimulation to it and my cock was going to be ready. The moratorium ended with another touch that lasted longer. It was the extra time that let me feel the quiver in her touch. Not twelve hours earlier she had scrutinized what seemed like every square inch. Yet at that moment, her trembling fingers seem intent on reinvestigating my cock’s head in the dark.

Her finger went around the cuff of my head and up its v to my piss slit only to come back down the V to ring the circumference again. Each time her finger went around I felt her hot breath get closer to the root of my dick. I wondered how Jackie was not sweltering under the covers as her hot exhales blew faster across my cock.

The hot breeze stopped suddenly. Jackie held her breath as her lips touched my scrotum. There was a sigh of relief after she pulled back. But the mattress began to vibrate while the sheet rippled. I suspected it was not the shake of an excited anticipation. Plus, I heard her mumble to herself. “I won’t ... God help me I want to...” She put her lips to my balls again and suck in a bit of my sack. As she did I felt her lips go from moist to dry. I couldn’t help but think it had something to do with the debate in her head. Of which, I had heard only part.

Her dried-out tongue and lips went higher off my nuts. They fugitively touched my cock along its shaft. The feeling wasn’t anything like the long laps the first time she had my dick at her mouth. Moreover, her actions felt contrived as the little bit of moisture her tongue provided continued going up my dick. Still, her shaking and her trembling lips added extra layers of sensations.

Jackie’s small kisses tried to draw in the taunt skin as she approached the cusp of my cock’s head. Her dry lips lacked the friction it took to pull the tight skin away. She paused all the kissing and licking for a moment having reached my helmet. I sensed she had done so to work up the moisture in her mouth before licking around the underside of the ridge.

She returned to my dick not feeling like a cat was licking me. Jackie’s tongue went around the underside of the cuff before going up through the “V” to my piss slit. She tantalized it with dips and pokes at its entrance. She ended the session with the small opening by wrapping her lips over the top of my firm mushroom.

The feeling was excruciatingly wonderful as she raised up to get the head in her mouth. It was far from a fast occurrence her lips had to stretch to accommodate the whole head. Yet, I got the impression the speed at which she had my head enter her mouth with the ridge tightly behind her lips had nothing to do with stretching her lips over it. I couldn’t get the feeling out of my head that she was being compelled by things unknown. The most likely thing, I thought of was she was trying to prove that she could give me a complete blowjob. Since she had failed or had been stopped the last time her lips were around my cap. She was out to prove she could do it until I sprayed. And her enjoyment wasn’t needed for the proof she could complete the blowjob.

I noticed her lack of enjoyment in what she was doing in her disjointed and hesitant movements. Along with that at times she seemed to be doing everything conceivable to limit the blowjob to the perfunctory requirements to have me cum. So it wasn’t about her enjoying it or wanting to do it. It was a self-imposed obligation or proof.

Outside of those times, she mistakenly went down too far and gagged herself. After that, the obligation-type actions didn’t return. Even the earlier tension I could feel in the places her body touched mine, faded away. Instead now, Jackie took more and more of my head further back in her mouth. She licked circles down the length with the tip of her tongue as my manhood became more entrenched in her mouth. I was surprised when her head didn’t stop going forward, engulfing more of my dick.

Her gag reflex clammed down on my invading cock head. But even after gagging, Jackie coerced herself further along my shaft running herself out of air. She backed off enough to where I felt her take deep breaths and exhale before taking one last deep breath. Slowly she commanded herself forward passed her initial gag reflex and choked. The push of my dick passed her palette and choking herself succeeded where earlier attempts had failed to fill her mouth with saliva. The new spit coated my dick completely, as she compelled herself even further. Her lips managed to get to the base of my dick. At which point, she quickly backed up dragging her lips along my rod.

Jackie ended up completely off my tool. There she hacked and quietly coughed probably aware her sounds would wake me. The knowledge didn’t change her actions. After her last gagging cough she again slid my dick head through her now slobbering mouth to the entrance of her throat. There she took a deep breath and choked herself on my head to get her lips to the hairy base of my cock.

The sensation of her lips wrapped around the root of my dick had me think of the night of the auction. I didn’t recall seeing her with her lips at the base of but a couple of the men, while in the middle of the room getting sprayed down cum both inside and out. But those men I remembered not being of the same stature as my dick. And the first time in Washington D.C. She had failed on every attempt to be where she was at that moment.

I liked the idea this was the first time Jackie had taken all of my cock into her body. While it wasn’t her cunt, still I was joined with her as completely as I could be. And her throat’s gagging massage of my head was a phenomenal sensation. Its collapsing and releasing my cock was as close to the feeling of being in her pussy as I had experienced with her. Multiple times she backed up getting much-needed air, but she kept me tickling her tonsels longer and longer each time.

My pubes got soaked by saliva that hadn’t been there at the start of the blowjob. And my nuts had hung free then. But since running my dick into her throat she had started to fondle them. The whole vibe was different than the start of her getting between my legs. Her action felt more like she was enjoying herself, sliding along my pole, gagging and choking on my cock head as it filled her throat.

Over the past twenty-four hours, my nuts had the time to replenish much of what had been drained from them on Saturday night into Sunday morning. So I wasn’t surprised when I could feel them roil at the voluntary and erotic feeling sensations. It was either Jackie’s lips sliding along my shaft or her tongue rolling the firm rod as it moved about within her mouth. But most likely it was her throat muscles squeezing my head, collapsing and contracting down around it that drew my balls up.

Jackie’s hand had been massaging my nut sack up to that point. But it raised up away from her palm, and the first twitch of my cock had her hands go under my ass. My balls began pumping the semen racing towards my cock preparing it to blow. Still, I didn’t guide her head in any way. I let all the actions of the blowjob be done completely of her own volition.

The first wad that traveled up my cock expanded it. The expansion sealed off her throat and stretched it slightly as well before my semen was blown directly into her stomach. She held herself tightly on my dick by digging her fingernails into my ass. She heaved needing to draw air. Instead, she drew another rope of my spunk filling her esophagus. I could feel the third blast coming but her determination for every jet to go straight to her stomach was fading. Though the fingernails digging into my ass, then dug deeper making me wonder. In the end, she had to give in.

Jackie backed out enough to breathe while the next rope filled the back of her mouth. She pulled completely off after which she did not return my cock to her mouth. The last of the weak spurts and the dribble that followed emptied my balls, again. But they had not ended up on my groin as anticipated. It could only mean, she had coated her face with my cum as her hands were still clawing my ass.

The dribbles done is when my supposition was confirmed. Jackie’s hands left my ass and took hold of my still hard wet dick. She rubbed her face all over it like a cat would around your ankles. My neighbor’s cat would scrub its whiskers and the side of its mouth on my socks, marking me. It was rubbing its scent marking me as part of its territory. Jackie rubbed my spunk all over her face, I took it to mean the same thing only in reverse. Her rubbing her cheeks, forehead, nose, eyebrows, and hair all over my dribbling dick was Jackie just marking herself as mine. Which made no sense to me

Finished blowing me, she slid up next to me onto her pillow. It was the first time in the evening she had been on it and not me. Her face was covered in a thin layer of cum, which could have passed as a facial cream. She looked at me for two seconds. In that time, I perceived a self-loathing for what she had done before she rolled looking away.

The look had me ask, “What was that? I mean I know what you did. But why did you do that?”

She rolled back towards me. Yet, she didn’t look at me as her face was forlorn. She simply said, “I had to.” Her voice had the gravelly sound of a woman who had smoked three packs of cigarettes a day for forty years.

I told her, “Come over here,” And drug her to me. She pressed her cum covered face into my chest as I hugged her. There was nothing I could think of to say to her until I understood fully where her mind was. I ended the minutes-long silence of her being half on top of me. I said, “Thank you, It was incredible. But it came from you so it had to be incredible.” Then I gave her a peck on the forehead getting a taste of my spooge.

She only acknowledged half of the statement by saying, “I know I can do better.” The gruff-sounding statement implied that there would be a next time.

The blow job and the two statements after had taken up the extra thirty minutes of when my internal alarm would go off. Not having had a good night’s sleep, I didn’t want to get into a full discussion of what she meant by she could do better. Or why she truly felt she had to suck on my dick. And the effects of the sexual demands of the previous weekend needed to be purged. I figured on exercise. A swim would clear my head and start the day off with something that was normal. Hopefully, it would reorient my thinking and get me more concentrated on work.

I didn’t release Jackie or get out of bed, immediately. I’m generally sure of myself and what I should do, but I waffled. I wasn’t sure whether or not I should give Jackie a true kiss. It would be a sign of my affection and appreciation for what she had done. On the other side of the ledger was the fact that we had been kissing a lot over the last twenty-four to thirty-six hours. And there were implicit and traditional meanings behind kisses that occur so frequently. Those were meanings that neither of us were ready to admit to.

I got out of bed after throwing caution to the wind and gave her a small kiss on the lips. Tasting a bit of my semen still on Jackie’s lips and breath, seemed to throw a light switch in her. Her morose mood was suddenly bright which was reflected in her face. She had the sunny optimistic look on her face that I loved seeing. It was like she had been questioning her abilities or something else. And in the small kiss, she found the answer to it. And in the process, it took the weight off of her mind, The tension that it was causing was gone. She seems more relaxed than before and more at peace with herself.

Looking back at her, I said, “Well get a move on. Exercise is the best thing for getting your mind right to start the work week.” I left it at that and went to put my swimsuit on.

When I looked over at her again she was still in the bed looking up at the ceiling smiling broadly and running to put her tongue over the edge of her upper lip. God only knows what was on the ceiling or on her mind that was so interesting. I walked over and stood over her. I said, “Get your ass out of bed or I’ll have to smack it.” It was said playfully.

Yet again, there was a further brightening of her face. And being a bit of a tease, she rolled over quickly and waved her bare ass at me. Then she raspily said, “You promise.”

I shook my head in disbelief and replied, “No. That would just be rewarding bad behavior.” She gave a fake pout at my answer. Plus she added to her nonverbal reply with the gesture of raising her buns up. Again, she waggled them at me. She hadn’t lowered them but had quit looking at me to laugh in the pillow. I smacked the round taunting ass hard enough to leave a red handprint.

She moaned into her pillow as the sound echoed in the room. She said honestly, “Ow, that hurt.” She left off the part about enjoying it. Additionally, since she was the one that swung her ass at me. It pretty much precluded her from calling me a perv for smacking it.

Rubbing my hand, I said in the it will happen again tone, “I will see you down at the pool.” After which I turned and left the room. I was positive would see her at the pool. So I didn’t stick around to make sure she got out of bed.

I was three laps into my morning routine when Jackie came through the pool area’s door. The four other faces in the area around the pool whipped around after catching her out of the corner of their eyes. They were all new faces since the last time she had walked in wearing her bikini. I wasn’t expecting the tiny patches of fabric to be the suit of choice. I thought she would be in her one-piece that hugged her body. It would have hugged her body and hidden the hickeys that went down the front of her stomach. The bikini didn’t cover any except the ones that had her labia purple. But even those peeked out from behind the lower patch occasionally as she strolled in. Plus remnants of indentions of bite marks around her nipples were not fully covered and none of the blush of a handprint where I had smacked her ass was not showing.

She seemed not to care the other occupants had their jaws dropped. Or that they were staring and drooling over her body with the proof of her night of debaucherous sex. I pulled up at the wall. And from the water said to her, “It’s nice that you could join us. I see you have gone with the bikini for this morning’s swim.”

She had come into the pool with a confident smile on her face and strut to her walk. But seeing the others about the pool the relaxed look quickly gave way. Her face’s confident smile had lost its confidence but not the smile. Behind the smile was now self-doubt and hating what she was doing. Still, she was determined to pull off the carefree version of herself. But her voice also gave her away when she said, “Yeah I thought I might come down here in this. After all, it’s easier to put back on.” She closed her eyes for a second clearly trying to push aside any vestige of modesty. She reached up behind her head and untied the tiny top. She didn’t hold the strings letting them fall over her tits and hang down in front of her. Her nipples were hard and pointed with the bite marks ringing their natural pinkish-brown halo. She quickly reached behind her and untied the bottom part of the top holding one of the strings to put the small patches at the side of the pool.

I was going to say something to her but she seemed determined to continue doing what she had clearly planned. Before she lost all her nerve she pulled on the bows at her hips. She again kept only one string tightly in her hand. She pulled the small patch that had been covering her snatch off and bent putting it with the top patches. Her bending flashed all the guys around the pool both her asshole and the pink valley below her puffed and hickey-covered labia. Her small round tits also became more conical as gravity overcame the firmness of the small orbs. When she stood back up her whole body was blushed and her face’s facade began showing cracks. Again, there was a disgust at what she was doing. And it showed in the cracks. Something anyone truly looking would have seen it. But the others weren’t looking at her face’s facade, as her life body was fully on display.