Disclaimer: not responsible for any intense sexual reactions you might experience, my story is simply for your entertainment and enjoyment. Restricted to those 18 years of age and over. EuGene Disclaimer: not responsible for any intense sexual reactions you might experience, my story is simply for your entertainment and enjoyment. Restricted to those 18 years of age and over. EuGene
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If not for Love I would not be yet ironically it is Love that almost removed me from this Earth. EuGene
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Jack and Jill
A True intense Sensual Story of a surprise Passionate evening together©
written by
EuGene
experienced by
Jill
It is early Summer, 2003, Jack and I are in College together in the Social Service Program. It is at the end of the second semester of a four semester course and there are many tests and exams taking place. Jack is a very bright person, he is a straight ‘A’ student and he helps out many of his class mates. He took to me rather personally and he helped me more than anyone else. It is not that I am not a bright person, for I certainly am, but I was not very enthusiastic about College and my study habits sucked. While talking with Jack one day at College he expressed a strong desire to help me pick up my marks if this was something I would like to do. I did not hesitate, better marks sounded good, but most of all I wanted to be near him. I gave him a resounding “sure!” We then set up study times and we would usually meet a couple days before a test or exam. We would meet at Jack ’s house usually twice a week at a scheduled time. If I had some questions or problems the night before the test/exam I would give him a call and he would help me out on the phone. This one evening, as I was looking through my class notes getting ready for a big exam the next day I ran into a couple of things I was not sure of. Nothing major for I had already reviewed it with Jack, and I am not that concerned about particulars, but I did feel lonely and I wanted to talk to him badly so I decided to call him. The phone was busy, I was a little disappointed, and I tried again a bit later. Still busy. Then on the spur of the moment I decided to drop by his place. I assumed he would not mind for he often said I was welcomed at his home anytime, but he was not expecting me and it was rather late. He was married, and it was just him and his wife living in their large beautiful home. I quickly got dressed for I had only been wearing my house coat, called a taxi and was on my way. I began to get a little excited, but I promptly dismissed it, and continued forth in earnest.
Jack later told me why the phone was busy, it was quite a shock to me when he revealed the reason why!!!
It is truly incredible that what I chose to wear fit in so well with the unsuspecting and intense sensual events that were to follow. It was a Spring evening, surprisingly warm, and in retrospect I realize that if I had not worn my small summer white dress, low cut and form fitting at the top and rather short, it accented so perfectly my tiny, but shapely physique, the entire unfolding of that thrilling and absolutely euphoric evening may not have ever taken place. I knew Jack was alone so I wanted to look my best. I just happened to also wear my white thong underwear, a very lightweight bra and sandals with no socks or nylons: a luring sexy look, but not excessively so. This sensual exposing dress of mine, in conjunction with what was happening with Jack at the very time of my arrival, elegantly contributed to the fantastic explosive experience of that unforgettable evening.
It was late in the evening and darkness had fallen. The night sky was gorgeous, star filled with a hanging crescent moon; this created a lovely romantic mood.
I rang the door bell. I was nervous. A surprise visit by me and considerably later than my normal study times with Jack, but I could vividly remember yesterday emphasizing to me he was all alone in his big house and that he was feeling very lonely. His wife had made a snap decision to leave for a two week visit with her mother out in Florida without even taking into consideration his feelings.
Jack was rather slow at coming to the door, this provoked an even greater agitation within me for this was very unusual. I cared for him a lot, as a friend, and he always treated me with such kindness and respect. I did not in any way want to jeopardize this high regard he had of me. Was he in the middle of something important and I was disturbing him? Or was he getting ready for bed? Perhaps he was doing his Meditation? The house was quite dark and the only light I could see was the one coming from his bedroom. As I stood there I could feel my tension build and every minute seemed like an hour.
Jack had confided in me that his marriage was not very good, a lot of problems and often his wife’s disrespectful friends would drop by unannounced. He did not like this very much for he was generally a rather a private person when it came to his home, although very popular at school due to his high academic standing and his relentless kindness in helping others. He had also been voted in as class representative. He did not hang out much with anyone from College after school hours and I was the only one that he would have over to his house. I really liked him, and from all indications he liked me, but our liking was just one of friendship, nothing more I thought, at least until this night. I knew he was married, and I always adamantly assumed that nothing more could ever happen between us.
Jack finally opened the door! He was very surprised to see me and extremely happy that I was the one ringing his doorbell! He exuberantly invited me in, although he appeared a little bashful for he was just wearing his silk house coat. He looked quite handsome and sexually inviting standing there in his long blue silky robe which appeared as though he was not wearing anything under it. My eyes were wide open and I could not help noticing this huge bulge popping out from just below the belt of his house coat. He gently apologized for his casual appearance and said he would get dressed promptly but I strongly encouraged him to just stay as he is. He was extremely sexually appealing, I had always liked Jack ’s look and this evening he was very stimulating to me indeed. I indicated to him that I intended to only be there for a very short while, there were just a couple of small things that concerned me about tomorrow’s exam so I did not want to bother him with changing: I could not have known that I would be there for several hours, and they would be the most sexually intense I ever experienced in my entire life! Study was quite minimal.
I mentioned to him that I had phoned a couple times before I decided to drop over because I knew he generally did not like surprise visits, but I emphasized that the phone was busy. He said that he had intentionally put it on busy, he sometimes does this if he is in the middle of something important or private, but he repeatedly assured me that he was very glad to see me at his door. He had a kind of jubilant excitement to him that I was unfamiliar with, and he reiterated how absolutely thrilled he was to see me. I must say this stirred a tremendous sensual arousal in me.
As I began removing my sandals in the alcove Jack commented on how great I look and that I need not remove them but I liked the freedom of bare feet which I always considered to be very sexy looking. As Jack walked up the few steps going into the central part of the house I could not help but gaze at his beautiful body; I could clearly see the nice rounded but firm shape of his butt and that of his entire back through his very thin and sensuous looking house coat. He had a gorgeous body, very well trimmed and quite muscular. I followed him walking closely behind into the dinning room all the while not being able to take my eyes off of him and even wanting to touch him. I was very sexually stimulated simply by looking at him and how I wanted to feel his body next to mine. He was looking so magnificently handsome and outrageously enticing and YES it was just the two of us! At last, simply Jack and me, finally no one else around!
I knew for sometime that I was intensely sexually attracted to Jack but our friendship was very important to me and I did not want to jeopardize it in any way. As well I kept remembering he was married and I certainly did not want to mess that up on him, I respected him far to much to do anything that might cause him further problems with his marriage. Also, he had never indicated any desire for me other than friendship, although he had repeatedly commented on how he loved my look. Yes, things were just fine as they are, and I am certainly not about to risk changing anything.
Once into the dinning room, for this is where we always did our studying together, Jack turned around and faced me. I could not help noticing how great he looked from the front, and how his manhood was bulging through his silk house coat, I could see the ridges on his manhood, heck let me SCREAM IT OUT, HIS BIG BULGING COCK STOOD OUT LIKE A TELEPHONE POLE!!! I quickly attempted to suppress my overwhelming sexual desire towards him filled with a lusting to feel him deep inside of me so I quickly began chattering about the upcoming exam.
Yes I am here to study, well this is what Jack believed anyway, and I guess I did want to review things, but I had to admit to myself I was here mostly because I was feeling so lonely at my apartment and I really wanted some special time with such a special guy.
He then commented, to my surprise, with some detail and with great passion in his voice on how fabulous I looked. He loved how my dress highlighted my beautiful shape, and the white stirred in him a powerful sense of purity and innocence towards me. I guess I certainly did choose the perfect look. I enjoyed the adulation, especially from Jack, and yes we were all alone. He told me how he loved the fit of my dress and jokingly stated that he might have a little trouble focusing on the School work. This was definitely out of context for Jack for he rarely spoke of how I looked with such adoration and intensity. I wonder if perhaps he was sexually aroused by me? No, not Jack, he is very proper and quite respectful towards me. I must admit though it felt really good getting such a compliment, and thinking that just maybe I have sparked a sexual desire in him towards me. This further stirred my sexual arousal, and I could not help thinking it was just him and I in the house. I once again suppressed my strong sexual wanting for Jack all to myself. He sat me at the table and asked me if I wanted to have anything to drink. I replied “I am fine”and he then sat right beside me, quite close so he could look over my work with me. This was normal so I had no reason to assume anything other, but somehow things felt so different.
As we began to review my class notes and the couple of points I was not sure of I started anew building a strong sexual desire towards Jack. I could feel his leg against mine, and the silkiness of his house coat against my bear leg. My dress was short and when I sat it went up quite a bit which exposed my nude legs to just below my personal area. This time I was not able to effectively suppress my deep sexual desire for him, but I knew we were simply very good friends and I was here like many times previously to study, and that was it. But somehow my dear Jack looked different, he had an intensity to his eyes, a sensuousness to his look and a very soothing and relaxing tone in his voice. I felt comforted and stimulated at the same time: quite aroused indeed.
My sexual energy was continually building, and as I look back on that intense passionate evening I remember how Jack was subtly helping to induce it within me. He would, while helping me with my work, touch me on my arm so very gently, and say to me: “You truly look so beautiful.” Without my fully being aware of it, although I could feel at a deep level my intense sexual passion being ignited, EuGene would gradually increase his touching of me, and instead of just touching my bear arm, he would stroke it slowly and so very caressingly. As I think about it more I can feel myself drifting back to that explosive passionate evening...I am sitting next to Jack at his dinning room table, for my somewhat pretentious reason called studying, and I can feel him touching and stroking me higher up on my arm where I am very sensitive to his touch, and so sexually stimulated by it. I can actually feel the wetness in my very personal area building but I know we are just friends, as well he is very proper and he is married. Even if it isn’t a good marriage I know I cannot be anything other than friends with a married person: but Jack is so very very special to me. I am increasingly having trouble concentrating on this menial school work, his touch is so tender, so caring, so sensual. He then rises up off his chair and stands behind me right against my chair while looking over my shoulder so he could still see my work he begins to stroke my hair saying: “I love the feel of your hair Jill, it is so soft and it smells absolutely fantastic, I love your scent so much.”
After a several minutes of Jack gently stroking my hair and occasionally touching and caressing my neck—it feels heavenly--he then sits back down next to me, his bare leg touching almost the full length of my upper leg for his house coat must have been lifted, and once again he begins touching and stroking my arm. I am exceedingly stimulated now, but I feel safe, my guard is down for I know nothing can come of it, Jack has always just considered me as a very good friend. I realize that I am nevertheless becoming increasingly wet and I decide to excuse myself and promptly head to the bathroom to dry myself off a bit. I was concerned that I may be wetting my thin thong panties right through my dress, that would have been quite embarrassing! As well this little break would give me a little pause so that I could recollect my thoughts and get more focused on my work: well the refocusing did not happen as I had expected.
I remember so vividly that once in the bathroom, as I began to dry off my wet almost dripping vagina with some bathroom tissue that I actually became more sexually stimulated. It felt so good standing there in Jack ’s bathroom rubbing myself. I wanted to stop, but I was having so much difficulty for I was extremely sexually aroused and I just kept thinking I want him so deeply, and tonight it is only Jack and me. I managed to snap myself out of this sexual haze I was in and quickly pulled up my thong underwear, I was still very wet though, I washed my hands and left the bathroom still in a bit of a sensual stir.
As I think back I can still hear the sound of Jack ’s voice in my mind calling to me as I am leaving the bathroom: “Can you please turn off the bedroom light for me on your way here?” The bedroom was across the hall from the bathroom and the light had been left on from earlier when I surprised Jack with my unannounced visit. He must have been doing something in the bedroom, that is why it probably took him a little while to answer the door. For a moment I wondered what could he have been doing, and then I yelled back to him “sure” and walked immediately into the bedroom.
It is quite a large bedroom, very inviting with its huge bed in the middle covered with beautiful white satin and tiny flowered sheets. It is like it was calling out to me to lay on it. It looked so comfortable and enticingly sensual. A quick visual flooded my mind of Jack and I under the covers, nude, holding one another close and making incredible passionate love. I looked about for the light switch when from the corner of my eye I glimpsed a picture of Jack on the far end of the dresser that was just next to me. This appears to be no ordinary picture, it looks as though Jack is lying in the bed leaning up against the headboard and nude from the waist down. It grabs my full attention! What am I to do? It is not for me to look at any further. I am in here to turn off the lights and that is it! What if Jack finds out that I am snooping? I can’t resist, I quickly step towards the end of the dresser and grip the picture into my hand. Wow, what a picture! I was mesmerized. Jack was in his beautiful big bed on top of the sheets and he is nude waist down, yes nude! Talk about extremely inviting and powerfully stimulating! I can hardly believe it! After all of this time knowing Jack and now I finally get to see what he looks like nude and what a fabulous look! He has a fantastic well trimmed body with muscular legs and he has such a big smile on his face while being so relaxed, and yet how can this be??? His huge erection grabs my attention. I want to touch him, I desperately desire to hold his large erect cock in my hand, I can feel him warm in my mouth, hot in my cunt, yes, I want him, I lust for him, I must have him! He has a cock that women would kill for: it is so large, so beautiful, so firm, nothing like I had ever seen before, and certainly not like anything I had ever felt before; one louse of boyfriend and that was it. I can`t take my eyes off of his picture, he is so erect with such potency, no limpness whatsoever. I can’t help myself, I just keep staring and staring at his picture, at his gorgeous cock. I can feel myself dripping through my underwear, they are soaked right through by now.
I must have him, yes, deep inside of me, throbbing, pumping me hard, really hard driving me wild—I am ravenous, I must have him, he is driving me insanely wild!!!!!!! I have not ever been so sexually stimulated in my life before by a picture. He is so real, the big bed, his big erection...I can feel my other hand rubbing my cunt, I am paralyzed. I can’t move expect for my hand vigorously rubbing my super wet cunt. What am I doing? This is not me? I would not ever do anything like this normally, but Jack is so wildly sexually stimulating and so totally inviting. I felt a dryness in my throat and I had difficulty swallowing. I imagined myself sitting on him as he lay there, slowly easing myself down on him feeling his huge throbbing cock move deep inside of me touching the very depth of me. I am intensely rubbing my cunt now! Oh, yes, oh no, yes, what am I to do? I think I am about to climax! I can’t believe it! Here in Jack ’s bedroom! I am looking at a nude picture of him and I am ravenously masturbating myself! I am close to cumming when suddenly I hear Jack calling: “Are you having trouble finding the light switch, do you want me to help?” I am dazed, in a broken shaking voice I reply: “No, I just found it, be right there.” Wow, that was close! What if he would have walked into the bedroom seeing me standing here, rubbing my cunt with one hand while holding his nude picture in my other one, here in HIS bedroom while I in one powerful sexual haze about to climax. Oh my embarrassment would have been intolerable. How would I ever be able to face him again? What would he think of me? Jack is so proper and I know he sees me as innocent. But I’m wild about him, I’m a sexually intense person and I am totally ignited by his nude body! Why the hell not? What woman would’t be? I am horny as can be, but I certainly do not want Jack to know. He must not know! He will not know! We are great friends and I would not have been ever able to face him again knowing that I took such liberty in his bedroom. He would probably not ever want to see me again. He is married, what if his possessive wife ever found out. She would not allow me to ever see him again, I know it! I would lose him forever. I must get hold of myself. His picture was certainly not here for me, I was just supposed to turn the lights off: not turn myself on!!! I couldn’t help but wonder how lucky his wife was, she got to take his picture, and to experience the ecstatic passion that must of followed. She is not beautiful as I am. She is not young as I am. She does not have the character that I have. Jack should be mine. I am far better matched for him. I was overwhelmed with jealously, with desire, and I suddenly found myself wanting him to take me, to make me his, to feel his huge cock deep within me as he would hold me close to him and kiss me passionately whispering to me “I love you so much Jill, I want to make you mine, all mine” while pumping me harder and harder—I was about to explode when I suddenly heard Jack`s footsteps coming in my direction. Oh no! I keep drifting off. I quickly got hold of myself and yelled out to him: “I got it”and in a panic threw his picture to the floor! I spotted the light switch and immediately turned off the lights just before he got to the bedroom door! I was so nervous that he might see his picture on the floor, see the glassy look in my eyes, and I’m sure he would have realized that I had been looking at it. This would have been so embarrassing to me. My heart was pounding, my juices flowing. I quickly took control of my thoughts. I knew nothing could ever come of Jack and me, we were only classmates, friends, and I was here only for study. I am considerably younger than him anyway, and why would he want someone like me? Besides he his already married. I then heard him say in an upbeat voice “Thanks a lot, do you like my bedroom?” Whew, was that close! My whole body was still quivering and I managed to squeak out a "Yes it is quite lovely": far too close.
He turned and headed back to the kitchen, I paused for a moment looking at his beautiful behind and imagining rubbing my hands up and down his back and on his butt and feeling his huge penis deep inside of me—oh I was hot, burning hot and I kept losing all self control. I called to him saying: “I will take you up on that cold glass of water now.” I certainly needed some cooling off. I now felt safe, he did not discover what had taken place. But what about the picture? I threw it on the floor! I will have to just leave it, maybe he will think the wind from the overhead fan in his bedroom blew it off. Ya, not likely but that is all I could hope for. I had no excuse to go back into the bedroom. Things are alright. He would not suspect. He sees me as innocent, he has no sexual desire for me and does not know I am insanely wild about him. I have been able to keep it from him. We are good friends, really good friends and that is all we will ever be. I am so glad he did not catch me rubbing myself in his bedroom. He is so respectful of the person I am, and this would have changed everything. Anyway, he is married, but deep down inside I could not help hoping he would make incredibly passionate love to me one day, soon. Maybe this evening! Oh no, my intensity is building again, my mind is playing tricks on me: little by little I am losing complete control. But I am safe, Jack is safe.
We then sat at the table again, very close to one another. I took a very large drink of water and we continued to work on our studies, although we were getting near the end. I had this dreadful thought that once we are done I would have to say goodbye and head home to my lonely apartment filled with this intense passion and massive sexual desire for my dear Jack. I kept repeating to myself: “I must be realistic here, I must get control. I came here to get help studying, and that is it, sort of.” Wow, my temperature was up, and the cold water was not doing much to bring it down. I began to wonder how would I ever be able to sleep when I did get home.
Vivid images of Jack flooded my mind: his beautiful huge cock pumping me hard and deep, pounding me steadily while passionately kissing me and whispering lovely things to me. I felt like I was going to orgasm on the spot: I knew when I did get home what I would be doing. I had no choice. I had to do it, to do myself! I would not be able to contain my sexual passion. My sexual energies needed to be quelled, and I had no one. I wanted no one but Jack! I knew this for so long but I kept denying it. It cannot be though, we are friends, he is married, but I want you so badly my dearest Jack. I would give my life for you, I want my life with you. I want to belong to you, I want to be yours, and only yours always. Please make penetrating love to me, make me all yours. My thoughts are racing once again! My emotions are peaked: my passion inflamed! Yes, I know what I will have to do as soon as I get home. Although this is not the usual for me, it is not something I frequently do, but tonight I will have no choice. I need to relieve myself of this massive sexual buildup: and I mean massive. If I stood up right now my cunt juices would come streaming down my leg. Yes, I have no choice, I know as soon I walk into my apartment I will go straight into my bedroom, open my drawer where my lubricant and dildo are and go at it, although I may not need any lubricant this time.
In one swift motion I pull off my underwear—no time to take my dress off, I am aching to be fucked, and I am going to have to do myself. I grab my dildo, I stick it up my cunt in one big thrust: I am so wet. My cunt is screaming out for release!!! I begin to vigorously pump myself. My legs are spread wide open, pushed up against my headboard and I am doing myself good, I might even bring myself to orgasm more than once. I am ravenous for Jack but this will have to do. I am pumping myself intensely, no stopping me now, and all I can see in my mind is Jack, he is on top of me—his big hot throbbing cock moving in and out of me bringing me to a most intense orgasm...\
Suddenly Jack`s voice snaps me out of my fantasy! How long was I day dreaming? Will he notice? Jack speaks: “Is there anything else I can get you besides this water?” If he you knew. I want something else, I need something else, yes, absolutely, but sadly you can’t give it to me, and I could not even accept it. I replied “No thanks.” My books were already opened and we began working from where we had let off previously. We were quite close to being done, when my emotions carried me off into a world of thought once again.
I know I want him more than anything else in the world, but I also know it cannot be. I would not let anything happen even if EuGene wanted it, our friendship is to important to me, and besides he is married. He is faithful, and I will not have an affair with a married man. I would not ever let that happen, for I would not want to bring a relationship to that level of emotion but not be able to do anything more with it because the person is already married: no, not ever will I have sex with a married man! I am safe. I am in control. I can relax.
I am having great difficulty concentrating on this stupid school stuff. I can’t help but wonder if Jack is noticing. He hasn’t said anything yet, but how can he not notice? My attention is captured when I suddenly feel Jack`s hand brushing against the upper part of my leg, it is the outside of his hand, so I do not think too much of it, although it is not by any means usual for him to be doing this. Maybe I’m over reacting because I’m overly stimulated! Relaxing is impossible: his hand on my leg feels so good and is so sexually arousing. As we continue to review the very last of the exam material I now feel the inside of his hand on my bear thigh, he is gently rubbing it, moving ever so gradually higher up. This is intense, and what about his intentions? Is Jack actually moving onto me sexually? What am I to think? He is so wildly sexually stimulating to me! Will I truly be able to say no? I am vulnerable. My heart is racing! Ordinarily I would have gently removed his hand, or kindly asked him to, but I am so sexually ignited I can`t say a word. I feel like I am hypnotized: I am under Jack ’s spell. But I am safe, he is safe. Yes I can trust him. I feel the intensity of his hand caressing the upper inside of my thigh, he is touching the very edge of my cunt, teasing me. My thong is so flimsy, there is very little covering the front of me. Can he feel my wetness? Will he push further? My God am I hot! One part of me loves what he is doing, and I want to feel his hand move onto my cunt and to feel his finger push up deep into me, but the other half of me wants him to stop. I am stuck in the middle. My head is swirling. My body is tensing. He then suddenly gets up, phew, safe. I take a sideward glance at him, and I can clearly see his huge erection through his thin satin house coat. I can clearly see the smooth ridge towards the end of his cock. I quickly glance away: too intense, too intimidating, besides I do not want him to see me starring at his cock. I would be so embarrassed. What would he think of me? He places himself behind me once again as he did earlier. I am glad he has stopped touching me so sensually, but I am wanting him to continue at the same time. I am certainly confused and extremely vulnerable to his every desire, but I know we are only friends and that he greatly respects me, besides he is married and I will not have any sexual relations with a married man, but he is so special and he is so pumped. Have I ignited his passion? I feel myself intensely lusting for him. He certainly ignited my passion!
My mind is drifting again, I could not help thinking what Jack was doing in his bedroom when I had come to the door earlier. He did reveal it to me later.
I can clearly visualize the picture of what was taking place in his home as he is describing it to me. He is walking around in the the bedroom and at times he ventures into other parts of the house returning promptly back to the bedroom: most of the lights are out, he is completely nude and really pumped: a beautiful and very enticing sensual sight indeed. He is battling with himself over this strong sexual urge that has overtaken him. He had been reading a couple of sensual stories on the Internet and suddenly found himself overwhelmed with this powerful sexual urge to release himself, but he has a strong moral conviction that masturbation is not proper. He trying to fight it, but his sexual drive is so very powerful, and his wife is gone for two weeks. He is walking about fantasizing that he is not alone, that someone is here for him, a beautiful woman ready to be by his side. He peeks out of his window hoping that miraculously there she would be. He would call to her, and she would come running. While imagining this wonderful scenario he is rubbing himself a bit: too intense. He walks back to his bedroom and tries to shake it off! I ring the door bell, he had been battling this massive sexual urge for sometime, he was in his bedroom pacing and he was extremely pumped! He really does not know what to do with himself, he is confused: the strong desire to release himself against his strong moral conviction that masturbation is wrong, especially when you are married: poor Jack, Melissa, I hate Melissa, his sucking wife. Why should she have had him? She was not deserving of such a wonderful person and to have his magnificent body at her disposal, his terrific character and his magnificent mind: to think she had the audacity to call Jack hers! This is inconceivable to me. And she even referred to Jack as her sex machine. I hate her so much! It is so not right. I was so jealous of her, that stupid Melissa!
Jack had told me that when I had rang the doorbell he debated for a bit, should he answer it? He then threw on his house coat and came to the door. He was so surprised and absolutely thrilled to see me at the door especially in his aroused condition. He had had one big beautiful erection and he literally did not know what to do with himself. He was torn between his intense sexual drive and his powerful moral convictions. I feel for him. The ringing of the door bell snapped him out of his sexual stupor somewhat, and while deciding to answer the door it gave time for his massive throbbing erection to lessen a little. With his huge size he could not help nevertheless but to show big time. He finally came to the door but he still had a substantial hardness, that is the big bulge I could not help take my eyes off of when he opened to door. Oh if I would have only known, I could have taken good care of him right away. I could have fulfilled his fantasy. But would I? We were friends and only friends.
I suddenly felt a deep caressing on the nape of my neck: it was so tender, Jack was gently massaging me, moving back and forth from my shoulders to my upper back, my neck and then back to my shoulders and even to the front of me, rubbing the upper part of my chest. After doing this for a few minutes he slowly moved his hands down the front of my dress. I can feel him touching the edge of my bra, he is slipping his fingers under it! I`m about to scream out it feels so delightful! He is now touching my nipples, I can`t believe it: they are as erect as his cock, and wanting, yearning for more. He is gently rolling them between his fingers. I am in another world, but this is not right. I will tell him to STOP. Yes I will! Before I can say a word he moves his hands back up to my shoulders and says to me in a most innocent and kind voice: “Your shoulders feel a little tense, I am very good at giving massages and if you like now that our work is done we can go over to the sofa and I can give you a nice relaxing message?” This caused my heart to pound and my underwear to drip even more, over to the sofa? Would I say yes? But how could I possibly say no? He is right, I am a little tense, well, little isn’t the case, it is more like extreme tension fills my entire body screaming out for release. Anyway, what is wrong with a massage? I can certainly use one, all this tension, and it is safe even for friends, but I am so sexually stimulated and I don`t know if going to the sofa is such a good idea considering what had just taken place. What are Jack`s true intentions? I know he is pumped BIG TIME!!! I can`t help but wonder after what had just taken place here at his dinning room table what might happen on his sofa? I am confused, very confused. I cautiously reply: “That sounds quite wonderful, but I do not want to trouble you nor keep you up any later than necessary, and it is getting late, perhaps I should just head home.”
I`m torn apart, my thoughts are swirling, “Oh how I am aching to have your hands all over my body, rubbing, caressing, stimulating me. I want you Jack, I need you Jack!!! Please take me, please, make me yours, all yours! A massage, yes that’s sounds alright. Jack definitely did say a massage, that is safe and I can certainly use a little relaxation before I head home.”
Jack replies: “It is no trouble at all and it should only take about a half an hour or so, I can then drive you home and you will still have time to catch a good sleep before tomorrow’s exam.” Well that ended my dilemma. I certainly could not say no to his offer, and he was so kind to offer me a ride home. Maybe this massage is just what I need to relax me enough so when I do get home I can get immediately ready for bed. Besides, what would Jack think of me if I said no? Poor Jack is here all alone, I should keep him company for a little while longer, his intentions I`m sure are good and I wouldn’t want to disappoint him. Besides, I felt quite confident that a massage is all it would be. Jack is very honest, and he is always up front with me. I love his personality, so kind and yet so strong. I replied: “Alright then, if you insist. I could use a little relaxation before tomorrow’s exam.” He said in a cheerful voice: “Great!”
Jack leads me over to the sofa in his parlor, it certainly appears to be a safe room, not so arousing as his bedroom. I begin to feel quite at ease once again and I dismiss the foreplay that had just taken place at his table as a coincidence of sorts, nothing meant by it I`m sure for Jack is married. I am regaining my senses now, although I cannot hide from myself the powerful sexual desire I still have for him. I thought to myself: “A massage is just what I need to relax, and yes, then maybe when I get home I can fall asleep without having to release myself.” Just as I`m feeling a little more safe assuming friends is exactly what we will remain he says to me " I would like you to lie face down with your head on this pillow". He wants me to lie down, well of course, what am I thinking he did say a message. It is a large comfortable looking sofa, somewhat sexually inviting, with a blanket folded up at one end, and a couple of additional pillows in the corners. Imagining the sight of me laying down on Jack`s sofa flared up the visuals in me again, and I could feel my wetness build even more. A flash of quick running pictures filled with intense emotion began streaming through my mind—Jack is on top of me, with his beautiful huge cock pumping me hard, really hard, I mean really hard, and really deep, really intense—I can feel this tremendous orgasm building in me, and I can hear in my mind my loud sounds of ecstasy and my intense moans of pleasure.
One more pump and I will come! Oh please Jack, please, I beg you fuck me good tonight, do me really good! I want you to do with me whatever you wish...\
Jack`s gentle voice snaps me out of my fantasy once again and to the reality that we are friends, and this is what I want, and I will not let it go any further than that. I will stop him, yes I will, if things get out of hand. I will not have an affair with a married man, not ever, but Jack... a massage, that is what he said this will be and I assume only that. Yes! Speaking softly he says to me: “lie down right here,” as he helps me to get settled, “that`s it, just put your head on this pillow with your face downward and to one side. Good I can now begin your massage, I will start by rubbing your shoulders and your back. If you like I will cover your legs with a blanket up to your waist so that you may feel more at ease.” That’s Jack, always caring and always respectful of me. I replied “Yes that would be nice” and I did feel more at ease knowing that this would only be a massage and that my legs would be covered.
Jack kneels over my legs. For a moment I thought if he begins by massaging my shoulders and my back what might follow? But my question quickly evaporated as Jack began to rub my shoulders. He said that he would not use any oil at this point, although he had some readily available if necessary, because he did not want to get any on my dress and that he certainly did not want me to remove my dress, he was too respectful of me for that. This made me even more at ease, Jack is so respectful of me: my guard went down and I was completely ready for a deep relaxing massage. But what did he mean by “not use any oil at this point?” Was he intending to use some later, and where, and for what purpose? Once again these thoughts quickly disappeared as he began to commandingly and caressingly massage my shoulders. WOW does this feel good, I would like to have him do this for me every night.
I wondered where did Jack ever learn this? He had not mentioned to me that he knew how to give massages. Maybe it is something he only rarely does but he certainly is doing it quite well. I can now feel him slowly moving down my back. He was right, this feels so calming and so relaxing, and I must admit also quite sexually stimulating. He says to me softly with such a calming voice: “If you want me to massage your complete back and do it well I will have to fully unzip your dress (it zipped down the back to just above my waist) and undo your bra. I assure you Jill that this is quite a normal procedure for a back massages." Who am I to question him? He knows about massaging, I do not, and I`m really loving it: might as well go for the works. I was confident in Jack`s word. Then he said to me: “Do not worry, a massage is all that will happen, I assure you.” What could I say, I was comfortable enough with that so I replied a little hesitantly “alright.” I can feel my zipper slowly go down and the flood of sexual desire begins to build anew and then he gently undoes my bra; I feel my breasts release, it is an intensity of desire mixed with the unknown: I`m overwhelmed! He is now massaging my back, with greater intensity and making long strokes up one side and down the other, and each time he gets to the top of my back he gently massages my shoulders and the nape of my neck. Oh it feels so good, so very good, I am certainly relaxed, melting in fact, but oddly enough extremely sexually excited at the same time. I want more, but more of what? Everything seems to be moving along just swell, the massage is going well and I am very comfortable and quite relaxed.
I feel him now moving his hands further down my lower back and with each stroke downward I feel his warm strong hands moving on to the top part of my bare butt, yes all I`m wearing as underwear is a low cut thong. I feel embarrassed but yet wanting more. He slides his fingers under my thong. I`m not sure what to make of this, but what can I say, I want this massage and he is the one giving it to me, he is in charge and besides it feels so gosh darn good. He is moving his hands in such caressing motions further and further down on my butt: I`m in ecstasy!
I feels like he is changing his kneeling position moving down further on my legs. I feel the blanket being pulled down a bit, and I think he is pushing my dress up to my waist. Wow, this is intense. He starts to massage my buttocks from down to up with both hands ----oh it feels so good. What am I to do? I feel like crying. I feel like yelling out in bliss. My emotions are peaked! If I were to cry would my tears be those of ecstasy? Of love? Of passion? Of fear? Probably all of these wrapped up into one. My eyes are watered, what Jack is doing to me is so sexually stimulating and emotionally intense. I want more, yes, please give me more my darling Jack... No, what am I thinking. It’s okay, I am safe, this is still only a massage, or am I kidding myself? I started to drift off, I feel like I`m in heaven, I want to be here forever.
He continues rubbing my butt for a bit, oh I`m being driven wild, I`m as horny as can be. I want you Jack to fuck me and fuck me good...your huge cock deep inside of me, oh...his nude picture with his huge erection suddenly fills my mind, any resistance I have to him is quickly vanishing. Suddenly I wonder, did he leave the picture there on purpose? Is that why he asked me to turn off the bedroom lights? Did he want me to see his nude body knowing it would greatly stimulate me and make me more vulnerable? No, that is not like Jack, but then again I didn’t know anything about his sexual life and his powerful sexual drive. My thinking is blurred, my emotions are running high, my passion is inflamed! Before I could go any further with this questioning to myself I hear him ask me: “I would also like to massage your feet and your legs if that is alright?” Wow, what should I say, what could I say?
I imagine Jack`s magnificent nude body lying on top of me, holding me close while he is pumping me hard, really hard, and really fast touching the very depth of my being, he is so very deep inside of me: my imagination is getting the better of me once again.
My thoughts begin to drift, Jack probably did not put the picture there on purpose, this was his bedroom, and I am the one that went further into the bedroom of my own choosing. I decided to look at his picture of my own choice, to stare at it. I was the one standing there vigorously rubbing myself while he was in the kitchen. Jack had nothing to do with that. How can I blame any of this on him? I am the one that was at fault, taking such liberties in his bedroom. I am the one that is yearning for him. Besides I surprisingly knocked at his door! I am so glad he didn’t catch me lusting over his picture, what would he ever think of me?
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Jack spoke again for I had not responded to him previously being in a bit of a heavenly haze: “Would you like me to massage your feet and legs?” I was so sexually fired up by now how could I say no, and anyway this is only a massage. In a bit of a mumble I replied: “Yes, alright.” Maybe that was my mistake, but I could not resist, and anyway Jack was married. He would not do anything other than a massage, even if he wanted to I would not let him, but I was not to convincing to myself. Looking back and knowing what followed how could I ever known the incredible impact of letting him rub my feet and legs would have had on that evening, and on my life. No, for sure it was not a mistake.
He changed positions again, moving his kneeling body off of me and probably just below my feet. I feel him completely removing the blanket covering me. I am now extremely, intensely, ravenously sexually aroused mixed with fear of the unknown: my dress is up to my waist and all I am wearing is a thong with nothing else covering me. I feel totally exposed and very vulnerable, a powerful rush of nervousness overtakes me once again and my thoughts begin to flow anew----I remember hearing that the reason why guys like dresses so much, particularly short ones and even better with a thong, is because it was such easy access to the woman’s cunt. They could fuck you most anywhere, anytime and with great swiftness.
Yes, I was completely exposed, and easy access is what Jack certainly had; my dress up to my waist and only wearing a thong. He is in complete charge. If he wanted to he could fuck me right now, on the spot. My mouth was dry, and my cunt was flooded with my sex juices of invitation but Jack did say he will just be giving me a massage, yes only a massage. I believe him. Anyway I can stop him anytime I want to, I just need to say “that is enough.” He will listen to me, I am sure. I hear him speaking to me in such a soft and passionate voice. I love Jack`s voice. I am in a complete sexual haze, a sexual frenzy would be better stated. “Oh Jill you have such beautiful legs, and your butt is absolutely gorgeous. Oh I love your body, even your feet are beautiful, I could just lick you from toe to head.” I am in ecstasy! No one had ever spoken such sensually kind words to me, not ever, and this is Jack, yes my dearest Jack — Oh I do love you! I suddenly feel him rubbing my feet: oh it feels so good, and after a few minutes I feel him gradually moving up my legs, massaging one, then the other with his strong and caressing hands, and he is moving higher up my legs, slowly, little by little----oh I want him to rub my cunt so badly, but no, this will not be. Talk about intense stimulation and insane emotion. He is now rubbing the edge of my butt once again but it feels even better than before. He is massaging my ass cheeks. I am going through the roof! What am I to do? I can tell him to stop anytime, I will if he goes any further, but it feels soooo good: my eyes are filled with tears once again. How much more can I take before I beg him to fuck me? When Jack mentioned he would be giving me a special massage I could not of ever imagined this special. But I am okay, this is still only a massage. I am safe. Things are fine. Oh it feels so good him massaging my butt cheeks. I want more but what if he... I feel powerless to stop him. I am his. He has such caressing movements to his hands, and the way he is rubbing my butt is like nothing I have ever experienced before. So caring, so intense.
All of a sudden I feel a little wetness right on my butt hole, what is this? He has moved my thong to the side and I think he oiling my butt? Why would he be lubricating it. What is he going to do? I suddenly feel a most beautiful sensation, nothing like I had ever known, he is massaging my the inner part of my butt with his fingers, so gently and yet intensely. I feel like all of his attention is on me, but what he is doing with me? I can feel a powerful climax building coming from deep within me. This is a new sensation, a different type of feeling, a new kind of climax. What can I do? Should I stop him? What if I yelp as I climax? What will he ever think of me? Here he his giving me a wonderful massage and I am climaxing. Am I so sexually genetically wired that even a massage will bring me to orgasm? But this is not any ordinary massage. He is still massaging me, the inside of me, I know this sounds lame, but when he promised he would only give me a massage he did not specify where. What can I complain of?
Oh my mind drifts once again, I am on cloud nine, visual images are racing through my mind: Jack is pumping me hard, really hard, thrusting his big erect cock deep inside of me. I feel my eyes watering with emotion, tears are flowing down my face—oh, oh, it feels so good, oh what is this, I think I feel his lips on my ass cheeks, yes, that must be it, he gently kissing them, oh I am so fucking horny. This is so....I don’t know what to think, I feel him making long licking strokes on my ass cheeks with his tongue while his finger continues to gently massage my anus. Can this be real? Am I dreaming?... Oh, oh, I think I am going to orgasm, suddenly and without warning --- yes, yes, yes, oh, oh , oh, I never flet this overwhelming explosive sexual feeling before, how could I have been all this time without it...oh yes, yes, oh yes---are my sounds of ecstasy audible? I feel so embarrassed, oh Jack, my Jack please do not think less of me, orgasming while you are simply giving me a massage.I can feel Jack`s finger massaging me while he is licking and kissing me everywhere, slowly, passionately--- Oh please don’t think less of me. I can’t hold myself any longer my dearest. I’m cumming! I’m cumming and it is not like anything I have ever experienced before in my entire life! Oh I want to scream. I bite the inside of my lip to suppress my yelling out loud. I must not let Jack know. Wow, my whole body is orgasming! I don’t think he heard me, but my body is quivering madly. Did he notice?
I am slowly catching my breath now, I think everything is alright, Jack hasn’t said anything. Maybe he did not realize I had just climaxed, he can’t see my face. Yes I think things are okay, this is only a massage, this is not sex, only a massage and then I hear Jack`s voice: “Is everything alright Jill?” Oh if he only knew just how right everything is. I reply in a weak voice “Yes.”
I take a few deep breaths when without notice I feel one of his hands moving up in between my thighs, from behind me since I am still laying on my stomach, and he begins to massage the inside of one thigh, then the other while still gently massaging the inside of my butt with his other hand. Wow what a massage! As he is rubbing the inside of my thigh I can feel his finger touching my cunt—is he teasing me? Is this still his massage? Yes it must be! Jack would not do anything other. He assured me a massage, and that is what he is giving me, yet he driving me wild? I no longer even making sense to myself!
Then in a flash things really get intense, like they weren’t already, but I mean extreme, and I can feel another major climax building in me quickly. I feel Jack moving my legs wide apart, he spreads me completely open, really wide, and he is now reassuring me: “Jill I want you to know that everything is alright, you are doing really well, just continue to relax. This is all part of this very special massage I said I would give you. Is everything alright?” My God, I can’t speak, I am breathless in a complete haze of passion. Oh no what will he think of me? I cannot even speak! Everything is moving so fast! I have to say something. That’s it I will speak. “uh, ya.” Not one second after I blurted out this mumbled kind of yes--- oh I am so exposed, so vulnerable—I can feel my second orgasm building fast--- Jack is sticking one of his fingers deep into my cunt and starts to massage the inside of it vigorously, in and out, in and out, then he pushes the end of his finger up in my pubic area, he puts a gentle pressure in a spot I had not ever had stimulated in me before: I AM EXPLODING!!! Could this be the g-spot I heard talk about? WOW whatever it is I am in absolute ecstasy!!! I can still faintly feel his other hand and YES he still has a finger up my ass gently massaging it. I am insanely wild!!!
With just a thong on and my dress up to my waist he has no trouble at all sticking his fingers, or whatever else, in me wherever he wants, and whenever he wants.
What is happening to me? Tears are streaming down my face. Here I am laying on my stomach, completely exposed, powerless and with Jack having one finger up my ass, and the other up my cunt doing wild things to me —oh it feels so Goddamn good. I never felt anything like it, but is he married? I can’t remember??? Anyway it is just a massage. Oh no, what is this, I feel another finger going into my cunt. I want to scream in delight!!! He now has two fingers in me and he is stimulating my cunt vigorously in and out with one finger still up my ass, moving in and out slowly and gently----that’s it, I cannot contain myself any longer, this is one hell of a massage and I am about to orgasm big time again!!! This is not any ordinary climax, I can feel a full and powerful orgasm coming unto me, right from the very core of my being and it is building quick. He just keeps stimulating me more and more. I want to see your face, oh Jack my love, come to me, make me yours, I belong to you and I suddenly let out a scream of ecstasy—my whole body just shudders----I hear him vaguely saying: “Everything is alright Jill, just relax, just let yourself go, you are safe, this is my special massage for you, that is all, a special massage just for you my love.” Yes that is it, I am okay, this is not sex, not an affair, it is a massage. Jack is keeping his word, but he said my love, or did he? I knew he would keep his promise, but talk about one hell of a massage, not like anything I could have ever expected but he was right, he would only be giving me a massage, a very special one. I could not have ever envisioned him massaging the inside of my cunt and my ass, both at the same time with his fingers deep inside of me and with such intensity. Oh well, it is a very special massage.
I no sooner exploded in a most powerful orgasm when I felt him literally tear off my thong, even that was too much clothes for what was to come!!! Jack at this point did not ask me, nor tell me what he was doing—he must be so sexually stimulated, ravenous I’m sure: he has lost control!!! I never thought of him in this way, he must be sexually wild and wired...I feel him lifting me off of the sofa, a few inches. What now? In one quick movement he turns me over like a sheet of paper. His house coat is off and all I can see is his big super hard cock pushing straight out from his body as he is kneeling in between my legs. He is so intimidating! What is he going to do to me? One part of me wants to plead with him, please stop, I had never had anything like that in me before: so big, so powerful, imagine Jack pushing himself deep inside of me. I am actually frightened, but the other part of me remembers lusting over that picture in his bedroom and fantasizing of him being on top of me, deep in me...and now here he is—kneeling over me with his super huge erection and I am lying here completely exposed–no underwear on, nothing below my waist, oh, I still have my dress on, but what good is that it is up to my hips. I suddenly feel at a most intense depth what guys mean by easy access. There was not anything stopping Jack from pumping his great big cock into me, and so what if I still had my dress on. I was his and he didn’t need to ask, all he needed to do was take me. But would he? Is this part of his massage? I want to speak but I can’t. Please make me yours Jack, please, please.
That moment seemed like an eternity----I will forever have that vivid picture in my mind, hearing my sounds, smelling his scent and seeing his gorgeous body kneeling over me with his huge cock----so hard, so big, with such an intense color—and I was completely vulnerable. I was breathless....a moment that seems like an eternity and suddenly it ends. He quickly moves on top of me saying: “I want you to be mine, I will make you mine!” and then without warning he shoves his throbbing cock deep inside me. Oh I can’t take it. I am cumming. I yell out: “Oh Jack you feel so good!” and almost instantly I orgasm, the most intense orgasm of my life! I hear myself yelling such a loud a scream of sheer ecstasy: there is no containing me. He is still pumping me ravenously, I can hardly believe it, is this a dream? Oh this is bliss, this is HEAVEN... oh he is vigorously pumping me with his tremendous cock, he locks his lips onto mine and kisses me with such a passion I could not of ever imagined. This is it, oh no, oh yes another big orgasm building! I can feel Jack grabbing me tightly! He is gripping me so intensely! He is moaning in ecstasy! I know he is cumming! I am cumming! Together! Not ever before in my life has this ever happened. Are we loud! Sounds of screaming bliss are echoing throughout the house! Wow is he cumming! He just keeps cumming and cumming while squeezing me tightly against him. I AM YOURS FOREVER MORE JACK!!!!!!!!
In the instant both of us orgasming at the same time it felt like the entire house was shaking, and the loud screams we let out were of such intense extreme passion I`m sure they could hear us down the street.
WOW!!!!!!!! Jack`s body does not only look great while being well endowed but does his body work magnificently well as well: a dream come true, a fantasy brought to life!!!!Jack was right, he did only massage me, this was a very special massage: his beautiful cock massaging the inside of my dripping wet cunt–a vwry special massage indeed, and YES a part of Him stayed within me, the first time ever this has happened to me.
Oh what a night, one I will remember vividly for the rest of my life.
Afterwards Jack was so caring, he held me close for a long time, talking softly to me saying how much he loves me, and I knew I was his, I belonged to him now and for all of eternity...
Jill
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