Playing Hooky

The next morning I awake to the sound of Jane's low quiet moan. She is walking back to bed from the washroom and holding her lower abdomen. The moan was one of discomfort and distress, but I can see by the dim morning light she had a smile on her face.

“Ohhhh.”

“Mmmmm.” I rub my eyes. “You okay baby?”

“Ohhh...babe, I am so sore! He he he he!” She cringes at her laughter. “Ow! Oh my god. My muscles down there...ohhh...and my pussy. Oh geez, no pussy for you today I'm afraid.” She sits very gingerly down onto the bed and turns to lie down and cuddle up beside me. “Ohhh wow. I think I'm going to use a sick day today. Been forever. I could use a day to rest.”

She presses in beside me and closes her eyes. I kiss her forehead.

“I really took it out of you huh?” I quip.

“PFFF! You wish!” She giggles. “He he he...ohhh...don't make me laugh babe. He he he. My muscles hurt.”

“I haven't called in sick in over a year. I think I might be due a day off as well. We could play hooky together, just a quiet day at home together.”

She smiles. “Mmmm. That would be nice.”

We each email our respective work places then settle back down together. The day was ours. If I thought it would be a day of rest however, I was greatly mistaken.

We wallow a long glorious time in bed in each others arms. Cuddling, dozing, the occasional chat, and just generally enjoying our togetherness.

It gets later and we are wide awake. We continue our nude snuggling and inevitably it starts getting frisky. She pinches and tugs my nipple as I kiss her smooth supple neck. She finger walks down my chest and stomach as I gently suck her shoulder. She finally grabs my junk in her hand, her palm tight against my cock as her fingers juggle my balls. I let out a gasp.

“Oh! I thought the poonani shop was closed for repairs.” I whisper.

She kisses me. “It is.” She giggles. “I'm more than just a pussy you know.”

I raise an eyebrow and give her a crooked grin. “Back door?”

“Behave and we'll see where the day takes us.” She answers coyly.

“He he, behave?”

“You heard me.” She says as she bites my chest. As she massages my whole package she says. “He he he. I can hold all of you in my one hand. I couldn't do that with Dennis! God, can you believe I took that monster? When I saw him getting hard for you I was having some serious second thoughts. But I did it! I took almost all of him!”

She had an honest to goodness look of pride on her face.

“Yes you did.” I say. Her massaging hand was feeling real nice down there, and this talk of yesterday had my mind gearing up. Needless to say my cock was growing.

I then see that twinkle of mischief in her eye, I knew the teasing was not far off. “Are you proud of me baby?” She asks.

“Oh yeah. You did so good.”

She grips my cock and gives it a squeeze. “What did I do good? Tell me why you're proud of me John.”

“Oh, uh, you took that cock so good.”

“What kind of cock?” She begins to stroke, I wasn't even fully hard yet.

“Mmm. Big cock. You took that big cock so good.”

She giggles. “He he he. No baby. Peter's got a big cock, Dennis has a huge cock. He's got a huge cock and your girl took it. Say it.”

“Yeah, you took that huge cock so good. I'm proud of you baby.” I sigh. She wasn't just stroking, she was stroking hard and rough. She was milking me. “Let me get the lube baby, I want that back door.”

She ignores my comment and keeps me firmly in hand. “Ohhh fuck. It was a huge cock and I took it. Fuck baby, he stretched me right the fuck out. He tore me up baby. I'm so sore. Baby, I think he stretched me out for good.”

“Dennis said it was the kids...”

“Ha ha ha! Sure, the kids. Whatever. You think taking that beast won't leave it's mark? Fuck baby, ain't no way you go back to normal after that shit.” Her hand remains relentless, stroking rough and fast. Her eyes suddenly brighten. “Oh my god! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Could you imagine a wife swap? Swinging with Dennis and Rachel? Ha ha ha ha! Oh my god, could you imagine Rachel's disappointment!? Ha ha ha ha ha! She's had only that monster since high school, imagine her suddenly trying to work with yours? Ha ha ha ha!”

I grunt. “Fuck...baby, the lube.” I try to shift in hopes of transitioning this handjob into some anal, she was having none of it. If anything her hand gets faster and grips harder, her other hand comes down to take my balls in a firm grip. “GUH!”

She was still laughing. “Oh my god that would be so funny. What I wouldn't give to see Rachel's face as you show what you got. Your little willy. Ha ha ha ha! Then the fucking! I would be screaming like a banshee while she'd be counting roof tiles. Ha ha ha ha! We'd all cum and she'd be left frustrated. She's pretty bitchy at the best of times, could you imagine the look on her face after you couldn't satisfy her? Ha ha ha ha! Talk about the raw end of the deal!”

Faster and faster her dry hand rubs. Deeper and deeper her teasing words drill into my warped mind. What heightened the teasing even more was the way she stared straight into my eyes. Mocking me directly to my face as she stared into my very soul.

“Guhh...guhhh...slow down baby. You're gonna make me cum.” I groan.

Once more she ignores me. Staring deeply into my eyes she strokes ever faster and ever harder. I hold out a while in hopes of fucking her ass but her hand and biting words make it impossible for longer than a few more minutes.

“Hrmmmmmmmm.” I growl as I send a gout of my man juice up between us.

She strokes me right through and right into the sensitive after time. My dick shrivels to her rough treatment. And it was then she finally turns around.

“Okay baby, I'm ready.” She wiggles her ass back into my spent manhood. “Okay, fuck my ass baby. Come on, hurry up now. I won't be in the mood for long.” Reaching in behind her she tries to jam my soft dick into her asshole, pushing and rubbing and smearing my leaking cum down her crack as I squirm and groan. She sighs. “Aww, you're not even hard. That's too bad. Here I thought you wanted it.”

“Ohhhh.” I moan. “You shit you.”

…

Less than an hour later I am sitting in the dining room with Jane on her knees in front of me. She has my cock nestled between her tits as she bounces up and down and up and down.

“You do have fun friends hun. What a great group of good looking guys.”

“Yeah.” I grunt.

“Such a fine selection of manhood. What do you think about their cocks baby?”

“They're great.”

“Ohhh aren't they? All shapes and sizes. From Gary's cute little peen to Billy's long slender pole to Peter's thick manly six inches to Brandon's wonderfully curved hammer and finally to Dennis' pussy destroying monster. Like an incredible buffet of cocks!”

“Ohhhhhh.” I sigh, remembering scenes of each of these dicks going inside of her pussy.

She then hits me with the zinger. “Even the little ones like yours and Gary's are fun. I mean they leave me wanting, but still fun.”

“Guhhh.” I shift and tense. Fuck, she just put me in the same category as puny Gary? I knew I was thicker than Billy, as long as Peter, and at least as big as Brandon's bent dong...but that isn't what she was saying.

Her big tits jubble and bounce delightfully over my stiff rod.

“Grrrmmmm. Let's go to the room.” I say with high hopes. She keeps on bouncing and looking up at me.

“Those boys, such great lovers. Billy fucked me so fuckin fast! Peter had me dripping before he'd even touched me! And then how long he lasted, ohhhh. And Brandon! Oh fuck, he just took me like a dirty slut didn't he? Slapping my tits and ass. So strong, so many muscles. Not soft like you. Nice to feel what real men feel like again. You have just a wonderful group of friends baby, just wonderful.”

“GRMMMMMMMM!” I blow my load into her face.

Again she keeps going going strong right through the bucking orgasm.

Again she says. “Okay honey, take my ass. I'm ready for you baby.” She sits down on my deflating member and rubs against it. Moaning and whining for me to fuck her. “Unhh, come on baby. Ohhh, come on! Your girl needs your cock baby.” She rolls her eyes. “Awwww fuck babe, not again!”

…

Less than an hour later I sit on our sofa watching her sex tape with Peter. She had the back of her left foot under my dick, her sole against my pelvis, and the bottom of her foot other rubbing up and down the outside of it. She lay back, supported by the arm of the sofa, and spoke on her phone. Her voice was as even and normal as if it was any old regular phone call.

“I know Emma. … Yeah. … Yeah, we're watching it now actually.” I hear laughter on the other end. My girlfriend continues. “Yes we are. … Yeah, John is having trouble getting it up today so I thought this might help. Poor little cuck.”

Trouble getting it up? Fuck, I couldn't be harder than I was right now! Her foot rubbed mercilessly up and down. The soft instep, the gripping pads, the slight roughness of her heel, the wiggling toes stopping to tease my hole and sensitive frenulum from time to time. It was my first footjob, but it wasn't too bad. Predictably she said I'd fuck her ass if I could “get it up”, she said right after this important phone call that she had to make.

With the sounds of my girlfriend's passion coming through the speakers as a backdrop they talk a bit about the scene with Brandon that Emma had witnessed before Jane turns the conversation to Dennis.

“Oh Jesus Emma, you ever have a huge one? … No, bigger. … Bigger! I'm talking huge! … Oh god, I thought he was going to rip me a new one. It is unlike anything else! … Oh, no. No not at all. … Ha ha ha! NO! Stop it! … No, nothing like that. Better! … WAY better!” I couldn't hear Emma's half of the conversation but I could imagine. “It hurts to fuckin sit down. … Ha ha ha! Yeah, it was something else. I'll never be the same again. Ohhh, just thinking about it. Ohhhhh!”

As she ohhhh's and remembers the feeling of being stretched by my big friend she twists her body and wiggles her hips. Her foot mashes down hard, sandwiching my cock between her feet, and her heel presses hard into my sack and balls.

“GUH!”

“Ohh Emma. You simply have to try one. You don't know what you are missing. It's nothing like a little one like John's. … Yeah, he fucked me after...ha ha ha...I couldn't even feel it. I damn near fell asleep with him on top of me. Ha ha ha ha!”

And so it goes. Her feet never stop and neither does her mouth.

The handjob had been dry, the footjob had been dry, and now this rough footjob is dry. My poor soldier was being rubbed raw. And yet I was having the time of my life.

Rub, rub, rub. Her foot keeps going. She didn't even look at it, she just stared up at the ceiling and spoke to her sister and belittled me.

“Grmmmmmm!” Another noticeably smaller wad shoots from my dick and up onto my stomach, eventually dribbling down over her toes.

“Okay Emma, I should go. I think he's almost hard.” She says. “He he he! Stop it. He won't leave me hanging, not my baby.” She adds proudly.

My spongy cock had no hope of entering her ass...I left her hanging. “Awww babe! Come on now!”

…

It is an hour later and I stand in the kitchen with two half made sandwiches in front of me. To my right a cutting board with some vegetables, abandoned by the woman who had started chopping them. At my feet my girlfriend knelt, my hard cock slipping in and out of her slurping mouth.

She pops off the end of my knob. “Tell me the truth baby, am I as good as Dennis? Do you like men bj's better than women's?”

I tell her the god's honest truth. “It's different.”

She giggles. “He he he! He IS better than me! You like his mouth better!”

“It's different.” I say again. I couldn't honestly say which was better, his crazy hard sucking and strong tongue had been an experience I would not soon forget.

Slurp, slurp, slurp. “Mmmmm...sorry I'm not as good as a man for you baby. Is it cause I don't have a beard?” Slurp, slurp, slurp. “He he he, I'm getting a bit jealous baby.” Her deft tongue swirls around and flicks my tip. “Sorry I'm not as good a cock sucker as Dennis for you baby.”

“Mmmmmmm.” I moan as I rest my hands on her head.

She grabs my sack and tugs down hard.

“GUH!”

“You liked how rough he was? Was that it? Or is it just cause he was a man.”

“Baby...mmmm...you're doing great.” I sigh.

“Nmmmm...slrmmmm...mmmmm. Not as a good as Dennis though.” She says through her slurping. “I guess neither of us can compare to the big guy, huh?”

Remembering how hard and deep Brandon went with her I grab her hair and try to push forward to deep throat her. She pulls me back by the balls then bites down!!!

“GUH!”

Holding my between her front teeth just at the point of pain she smiles up at me. She pulls my sack harder and squeeeeezes. I try to go to my tip toes but she squeezes even harder!

“GUH!!!” Between her sharp teeth and her hard grip I couldn't fucking move!

Keeping me just like this, riding the very border of discomfort and pain, she starts to flick and lap her tongue right along my tip. Tap, tap, tapping along the sensitive frenulum then occasionally tonguing my hole hard, pushing the tip of her tongue as deep down my dick hole as she could manage.

Shaft in teeth, balls in hand, she holds me helpless as she flicks and teases me to climax. Or...almost to climax. The split second before I cum she stops her tonguing action. Leaving me with nothing but the teeth halfway down my shaft and her iron grip stimulating me as I go off.

“Grmmmmmm!” I groan as I shoot whatever the hell I had left into her mouth. She swallows it without letting me go and without breaking eye contact. I quake and quiver and struggle mightily not to move. I hunch forward and grip the counter. “Grrmmmm!”

Once more she waits till I soften a bit before finally letting me go.

“Okay baby, I'm ready. Fucking deep throat your little slutty girlfriend.” She slurps me in and takes my reduced length right to the base. She suckles and sucks for a time, pulling whatever dregs were left in me out, before letting my limp floppy dick fall from her mouth.

“Aww baby, you're not even hard for me! You'd be hard for Dennis, wouldn't you? You'd get it up for a man sucking your cock, but not for me? Don't you think I'm sexy anymore?” She tries one last futile time then lets me go. She gives it a soft slap and watches my package swing. “Limp dick boyfriend.” She looks up at me and smiles. In an oh so understanding and utter condescending tone she says. “Don't worry baby, happens to most guys. Not your stud muffin friends mind you, but most guys.”

…

It is an hour and fifteen minutes later. We are both fully clothed and in the living room. On the big screen in front of us is hard core interracial porn featuring a cute blonde and a muscular and seriously hung black man. On my lap was Jane grinding the cheeks of her ass hard into my groin through our layers of clothes.

My balls ached and my cock was sore. I was hard, though not rock hard like before. My body was trying to tap out and even my spirit was beginning to flag. Yet still I sat and enjoyed this game she was playing with me.

We'd been watching for some time and the video was in full swing...as was Jane. She grinds her ass in a hard steady rhythm.

“Ohh look at that honey! Look at her take the big black cock! Holy shit!” Rub, rub, rub. “It looks impossible doesn't it? God...I took one even bigger than that! Ohhh Jesus, how the fuck did I do it after only fucking your little Slim Jim all these years? Look at her! Look at him! Oh my god, he's fucking the living shit out of her! Look how big he is!” Rub, rub, rub. “God baby, I bet Micheal has a cock like that. Don't you think? He has such a good looking body, just like that guy. More handsome though. Soooo handsome, don't you think?” Rub, rub, rub. “God baby, I can't wait to feel his huge black dick inside of me! I can't wait to feel that huge black cock stretching me out again.”

And...so...it...goes. Her grinding lap dance never abates, nor does her stream of consciousness dirty talk.

“Grmmmmm!” I am shooting dust at this point. Two times last night and five since this morning, and who knows how many over the past week...I was only human! I feel maybe a meager teaspoon of hot thin jizz spit out into my underwear.

She grinds me down to fully flaccid before she gets up and spins around.

“Okay babe. I know I said no pussy today, but I need some baby. This movie's gotten me so wet!” She fishes out my limp shriveled manhood and bats it around with her fingers a few times. “Awww baby! Come on now. Your girl needs some sugar. Jesus John, limp as cooked noodle.”

“Sorry baby.” I whisper, out of breath.

She goes through the theater of trying to get me hard before giving up with a heavy sigh. “Well shit. I bet Billy would be hard for me. Young Billy can probably get hard any time he wants. Not like you. Ah well.”

…

After one more time an hour and half later, this time using her sudsy stomach as we showered together, I am finally **** to cry mercy.

As my sore balls and red raw dick spurts out the saddest little load of all time I KNEW it would be my last of the day. The phoenix would not rise again.

“Stop! Unghhhhhh!!!”

She gives me a devilish grin. “Stop what?”

We clean up and she continues to flirt and pinch and tickle and kiss. I just hold her and try to gather my senses. After the shower she sits on the closed toilet seat and very gently applies one of her cool soothing moisturizers to my tender manhood. She gives it a very gentle kiss.

She looks up at me with that twinkling look of mischief. “Are you going to poker tonight? I was kind of hoping you might stay home and we could fool around or something.”

I groan. “Ohhhh. I'm going to poker. Dear God! I am going to poker!”

She giggles. “Shame. We had the whole day and we didn't even do anything!”

I shake my head in disbelief and laugh as well.

For the rest of the day we must look quite the pair as we each move around the house slowly and gingerly. I was now just as sore as she, if not more so. When she isn't looking I even push a bag of frozen peas into my junk. The chilly cold of the frozen vegetable creep through my pants and soon covers my cock and balls in cool icy relief.

Ohhhhh, it was glorious!