Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 44

My cock was directly on a level with Jayne’s face as I reached the point of no return, so I warned her I was about to come, to give her the chance to redirect my aim. She simply lifted her face out of the firing line, fully retracted my foreskin and stroked me through to my climax. You’ve heard the old joke ‘what is gray and comes in pints?…An elephant. Well that’s what it felt like as I ejaculated shot after shot of hot semen, coating Jayne’s neck, chest and tits with my glutinous discharge. It was my turn now to sag at the knees and I joined her in kneeling in the bottom of the bath, with the rapidly chilling water playing over us.

We had almost exhausted the ready supply of hot water and quickly had to clean ourselves off before it went completely cold. When we could stand it no longer, we hopped out of the tub, to find that our athletics had soaked the floor next to the bath, so we had to mop up the flood to leave the bathroom in a presentable state for when the others returned later.

In our fervour to get naked and satisfy each other, we’d forgotten that the original intention was to get ready to go out for breakfast, so we resumed those preparations, heading to my bedroom to retrieve our clothes and dress. Before we ate, Jayne wanted to stop by her place, to get clean clothes for the day.

When we arrived at the front door, I paused, to allow her to enter alone, but she told me to follow her upstairs, the first time I’d been up there. Suffice to say, it was a dull, drab single bed sitting room, but more about that another time. She did not hesitate for a moment to strip naked again in front of me, before applying deodorant and perfume, including a cheeky squirt just above her bush, rubbing it in just to tease me, causing an immediate stirring in my loins. “Get dressed, you hussy,” I told her, “otherwise you’ll no longer be calling the shots.” She harrumphed at me, but laughed, but picked out and donned clean rags. We finally headed out and found a place to eat, what was by then ‘brunch’.

That weekend’s activities had lifted a barrier between us. Over the next few weeks, when the opportunity presented itself, we would freely indulge in more mutual masturbation and cunnilingus. Jayne even progressed to going down on me, though always finishing me off outside of her mouth; but I could live with that. We still hadn’t ‘gone all the way’, but I was confident that would come in time and did not push the issue. It did indeed happen as spring turned to summer late that June.

Unbeknownst to me, Jayne had been seeing a solicitor, to prepare divorce proceedings against her estranged husband. She was citing the clause of ‘unreasonable behaviour’, i.e., his violence towards her. The papers were about to be served on him and Jayne was genuinely frightened that there would be a backlash, including the possibility of a further physical attack on her person; he had still not fully accepted that she had left him. To provide a safety buffer until it was known how he was going to react to the divorce petition, Barbie and Ken had offered Jayne their spare bedroom for a few weeks. Being on base, there was no way he could just pitch up at the door, uninvited.

That Friday, I borrowed Stewart’s car for a couple of hours, I didn’t have my own at that time, to move enough stuff for her stay. I didn’t hang around, I thought I’d give her a bit of space to settle in and catch up on the gossip with Barbie, who I’m certain already knew of our sexual progress, because as I bid them farewell, she cornered me, inviting me to eat with them the next evening, “…and who knows, perhaps a sleepover too,” she added, continuing to play matchmaker.

Armed with a couple of bottles of wine, I pitched up at the Dreamhouse, just after 5pm. Jayne answered to door, and straight away planted a huge welcoming kiss on my lips. She’d obviously had a fun day with Barbie, as she was in a very excitable mood. Barbie did us proud, with a fantastic, full roast dinner and dessert. We all ate our fill, then some, and after helping with the clear up, we all collapsed for an hour or so in front of the TV, chatting away and gradually finishing the wine, and a couple of beers Ken provided, giving us all a mellow buzz.

Around 10:30ish, Barbie started dropping hints to Ken, that she was ready for bed. I moved to make ready to leave, saying I could still make the last bus back to town. Barbie chipped in, saying I need not leave on their account, I could stay there with Jayne, as long as you like; with huge emphasis on the ‘stay with Jayne’ part. With that, they disappeared upstairs, leaving us alone.

We sat in silence for a while, hearing our hosts go through their bedtime routine. Soon though, all went quiet upstairs. Jayne moved over to where I was sitting, sat across my lap, with her arms draped around my neck and thanked me again, for the umpteenth time, for helping her bring her stuff here, and, she continued “…for being so patient with me over the past few months,” and locked her mouth onto mine in an extended, deep kiss. When she surfaced for air, I told her I was more that happy to take things at her pace “…because I’m falling in love with you.” She gasped, locked mouths again, and wriggled with delight in my lap.

Needless to say, the wriggling soon started to activate my dick, which started to grow. When Jayne felt it hardening, she wriggled more, starting a self-perpetuating chain reaction. When I was fully erect, she stood, straddled me face on, placed her hands on my shoulders and started to rub her clothed mound back and forth on my stiffness, causing me to groan rhythmically out loud. She was obviously stimulating herself too, as she joined in the chorus.

In that position, I was able to reach under Jayne’s loose top and free her breasts from her bra, finding her nipples already marble hard and inviting. It would have been rude not to accept the invitation, so I rolled and gently pinched and pulled those teats. The mammary contact seemed to raise Jayne to greater heights, and her pelvic thrusting increased in speed to fever pitch. I was really quite taken by surprise, when after only a few more minutes of those she started to gasp out “Oh…my…god…I’m…coming,” in tempo to her motion. A sharp intake of breath and shuddering of thighs, confirmed she had indeed reached a climax.

As she came, Jayne slumped forward on my shoulder, allowing me to rain soft, soothing kisses on to her neck and the side of her face. Once she had regained sufficient composure, she raised her face to mine and kissed me. The most passionate kiss we’d exchanged so far. “You know what,” she said, “I think I love you too.” With that, she stood, took my hand in hers, and guided me towards the door, the stairs and the room she was using.

It was a typical married pad spare bedroom. Sparsely furnished, with strictly utilitarian furniture and two narrow single beds pushed together to create a makeshift double. Jayne switched on the bedside lamp, bathing the room in soft incandescent light. Standing facing me, and without hesitation, she started to strip off her clothes, until she stood before me in just a pair of plain, white, cotton briefs. I marvelled again at her slim tight body, and those small but perfectly proportioned tits, still diamond tipped from my earlier attentions. She slipped under the covers at the edge of the bed and gave me the ‘come hither’ sign with her finger.

I quickly matched her state of undress, and went to join her on the bed, but as I passed her, she grabbed at my pants and ripped them down, freeing my bulging prick, by which she then tugged me towards her. I complied to her pull (I had little choice really), and moved in on her, until I was stood at the side of the bed, my erection right in front of her face. Without further warning, still holding my cock base with one hand, Jayne extended her tongue and licked the length of my shaft, up and down from balls to tip, for a few moments, before taking me fully in her mouth. She’d blown me a couple of times previously, but this was just sensational. She worked me in and out between her lips, sucking deeply at each stroke, as she gently rolled my testicles in her free hand.

I was rooted to the spot, unable to move my legs, not that I wanted to. With a light hand on the back of Jaynes head, I encouraged her to continue the same action, as wave after wave of pure pleasure rippled through me, propelling me towards an inevitable climax, if she continued. As I approached the go/no go decision point, I tapped Jayne on the head and warned her, so she could move away and finish me off out of mouth. She took her mouth off me and then pushed me away from her completely.

What the fuck, I thought. Or at least I thought I’d thought it but must have actually voiced it out loud. “Don’t worry,” said Jayne, “we can do better than that this time. Just let yourself calm off a little first. Here, get in.”

Crossing to the other side of the bed, I slid in and lay on my side facing Jayne. Almost immediately she took my free arm by the wrist and guided my hand under the waistband of her knickers. She was moist from her earlier orgasm but wanted a bit more manipulation to ease the way for the final act. I gladly helped, using my fingers to probe her vagina and stroked her clitoris with my thumb. I was finding her underwear was restricting my way, so with her assistance, peeled her knickers off, leaving her now totally nude, like me.

I could not resist, I threw back the bed covers and, as my fingers returned to her opening, I started to kiss a path downwards, from her breasts to her vulva. When I arrived, Jayne thrust her hips to meet me, as my lips met hers, and my tongue located her hard, swollen clitoris. My dual action ministrations caused her to yell out loudly, unconcerned that Barbie and Ken were in the bedroom next to ours.

I continued my two-pronged attack for several more minutes, until Jayne stilled my progress and told me “Now, I want you now!” Reluctantly I pulled away. I had wanted to make her cum again first, because there was no way I was going to last long once I parted that Black Forest with my cock. But you can’t refuse a lady now, can you.

I moved myself between Jayne’s thighs, which she parted wide to admit me. I know you always think this the first time with a new woman, at least I always did, but I’d never felt harder, or longer, or thicker, as she took me back in hand and guided my super swollen glans to her slick opening. It was sodden, but she was so tight I simply could not penetrate her at first. “It’s so out of practice,” she quipped, “let me get on top so I can control it.”

We flipped positions and Jayne squatted over me and, holding my cock vertical with her hand, eased herself down onto it. Millimetre by millimetre, inch by inch, she worked me into her until, with a shout of triumph from her, our pubic bones met. Having achieved that milestone, she started to very slowly rise and fall, her tight interior gripping my prick like a milking machine, trying to suck the very core of me out through it.

The fumbling needed for us to achieve entry, and the ecstasy of her bouncing her tight, tight pussy on me, was doing nothing to improve my chances of holding back. Then a third, bizarre stimulus was added to the mix. Our activities had obviously disturbed Barbie and Ken, and I could hear them going hell for leather at it themselves. Hearing them fucking, because they could hear us fucking, triggered some primeval fantasy in me, and I could feel my sap about to burst forth.

I grabbed at Jayne and begged her, “Slow down a minute, I can’t hold back, it’s too much.” Bless her, she shot back, “You’ve held back long enough for me already, months in fact. This time it’s all for you!”, and she pounded on, regardless. When my orgasm hit, no power on earth could have stopped it happening. Jayne continued to fuck me hard, as spurt after spurt of my hot ejaculate shot deep into her vagina, and I truly understood the meaning of the expression ‘seeing stars’. And to this day I will still swear, I heard Barbie cry out as she reached her own orgasm, at the precise moment I shot my first bolt into Jayne or is that just too weird to be true.

Feeling me finished, Jayne slowed and halted her motion and, with me still firmly planted in her, collapsed forward onto my chest, kissed me like her life depended on it, then broke off and said “Yep, I definitely love you!” I didn’t reciprocate until much later, but I didn’t need to, it was correctly taken as read.

Slowly, nature did its thing, and my body diverted my blood supply back to more important organs, and my cock softened and fell out of Jayne. A few seconds later, with a panicked “Uh oh!”, she got up and dashed for the bathroom, cupping her hand over herself, to prevent spillage. She returned several minutes later, looking a bit sheepish, I assumed because of her hasty, naked bathroom dash, where she could have ran into Ken, as she held back my discharge. She found and put back on her knickers, but stayed bare chested, as she nestled into me. It was in that position, in silence, we drifted of to sleep.

I don’t remember the exact time span all these years later, but it had been several months since my first, stupid, non-consensual advances, until that night's final consummation of our relationship. Had it been worth the wait? You bet your arse it had. It started something that would last several decades. In my head, I’ve always been so disappointed in myself that I did not last out long enough for Jayne to climax too, that first time. But she has repeatedly told me, that was never really the plan. So, my self-depreciation aside, everything that night was peachy perfect…

Or was it? But that’s another story!

I think I can go just one more chapter. Keep your eye peeled…

To Be Continued...