She called out my name when her climax struck, sobbing the words as if in pain. She clung to me, breathing my breath as I carried on. As I rode her body her lips pressed to mine, her tongue darted around my mouth, pulling me ever closer. Her body ached for the gift I was about to give her; I felt a love I had never experienced.
When I’d finished and my essence slowly leaked from her, she lay by my side, her head on my chest, I felt her tears and felt afraid, that I had done something to harm her.
“It’s just the emotion of the moment.” She whispered.
We lay together, basking in the glow of the love we had shared. This magic was broken when her phone pinged.
“My mum is asking if you’d been kind.” Jessie said with a smile. “She’s desperate to meet you.”
“Then let me give you a lift home.”
My truck, that had refused to let Janice get in, opened the passenger side as soon as she touched the handle and started first time, leaving no black smoke behind. The closer we got to her home, the more nervous Jessie became. Telling me her parents hated swearing, that they were very educated, could quote poetry and didn’t have a clue about people who had no money.
I pulled into the long drive and parked on the concrete strip. Her door opened but she was still in the truck. I went round to see what had happened.
Jessie had a huge grin on her face, her skirt was high, legs opened wide. I’d ripped her panties off earlier; her cunt was still glistening.
“She’s still hungry.” Jessie whispered.
“Jessie! Is that you?” A man shouted. Her legs snapped shut. I helped her down.
He was standing on a wide pavement step, outside a huge front door. A woman suddenly appeared next to him. As my hand reached out to shake his, the step she was standing on gave way. She literally tumbled into my arms, stopping from face planting on the hard concrete.
“Fuck me that was close.” I said loudly. She was still in my arms.
“Gosh.” She said. “I’m June, Jessie’s mum.”
“Do you want me to fix it?” I asked cheerfully.
The truck had everything I needed, I’d soon cemented it back in place and went inside.
After a lot of grateful thanks, I was asked if I could recommend someone to reseal the kitchen sink. I cleaned the old off with a Stanly knife and resealed it. Jessie didn’t approve of her parents asking.
“When you are a builder, wherever you go, you get to fix things.” I said with a grin.
I was offered a beer.
“Sorry, I’m driving, if I lost my license I’d be fucked.” I said. “Sorry, I mean, I would be, lost without it.”
“We were hoping you would want to stay the night.” Frank, her father said.
After a short discussion I was shown to Jessie’s room, so we could clean up while they made some snacks. Jessie was naked in seconds to tear at my clothes, wanting to get at my body, gripping my cock, wanking it furiously. I pushed her onto the bed, spreading her legs, pushing two fingers into her dripping cunt. She held all sound in, but her face showed every pleasure as she grimaced and contorted.
My tongue took the place of my fingers, caressing all around her juicy hole, feeling the soft silkiness of the juices, dipping my tongue as deep as I could to taste her very essence. She writhed but I held her back, teasing so it was almost a torture.