What's Jane like?

Drop dead gorgeous

You're not certain which gods you pleased in a previous life to have ended up with the amazing creature kneeling before you as your best friend and lover despite how thoroughly average you had been, but Jane could easily be a Hollywood sex symbol.

A little more than a half-foot shorter than the new you, Jane is a slender, leggy blonde with fair skin and straight, shoulder-length golden hair framing her ovular face, her bright blue eyes peering up at you adoringly as her full, pink lips parted around the tip of your cock, enfolding you in the warm, wet cavern of her mouth as she takes you into her esophagus, stopping only when her straight-edged, Duchess nose is pressed against your loins, her eyes rolling backwards into her head as your length rubs against the vagus nerve in her throat, shuddering slightly as the touch stimulated her cervix from afar; you can still remember how much effort Jane put into eliminating her gag reflex just so she deepthroat you better for your pleasure, as well as the first time she achieved a throat orgasm while going down on you.

Reaching down, you take her by the hands, which she had placed lightly against your sides, and gently pull her to her feet, freeing your enormous member from her lips with a popping as she was **** to release you from her mouth. Bending down, you find her lips with yours and feel her tongue probing against your lips; when you allow her inside your mouth, she quickly seeks out your tongue and slips hers underneath, deftly drawing it into her mouth, where you can taste no aftertaste of yourself, just Jane's natural sweetness.

Jane snuggles her body into yours, and you can feel her ample breasts strain against you. Big, soft, and round, their teardrop shape are capped with beautiful, slightly puffy pink areolas peaked with nipples that feel hard and hot against your stomach, while the supple flesh of her boobs contort slightly as she leans against you, your hardness pressing against the silky skin of her tummy.

As you continue to make out with Jane, you feel her small hands, with their delicate, tapered fingers ending in perfectly manicured nails, lead yours down her lithe waist, letting them stop briefly on her feminine hips before steering them to her bubble butt, where she guided them to cup her perfectly round, firm and tight ass.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, Jane softly says "Up!", the urgency in her breathless whisper and her lustful gaze telling you exactly what she wants without her having to say it all in words, and you eagerly comply.

Maybe it's just your newfound strength, but you lift Jane up effortlessly. The moment her feet leave the floor, she grabs a hold of your hard cock with one hand, her other parting her fleshy, pendulous lower lips as she lines up the tip of your manhood with her hairless pussy; as soon as you feel her womanhood brush against the end of your boner, you let gravity do its work.

Sweet whimpers and mewls escape Jane's parted lips as your cock slowly slides into her with the help of her weight, her chin resting on your shoulder as she wraps her arms around your neck, fingers entwining with your hair as she holds you close. Perfectly wet and slippery, she is just as tight now as she was your first time together, stretching to accommodate your length and girth as you slip inside her, a perfect fit in the way you fill her up completely like a key would a matching lock from more than two decades of warm intimacy.

Suddenly, you feel Jane's pussy convulse around your cock, gripping you tight with her womanhood as she grows even wetter, velvet waves flowing down and all around the thick manhood that is you; only a third of your penis is inside her, but she clenches you with everything she has, holding her breath as she instinctively wraps her legs around your back, her arms squeezing you tight as she seems to cling on to dear life all while telling you, with nary a word, "You're not going anywhere!"

You can feel her continue to pulse around your throbbing manhood, your hearts beating together in time as you continue to sink deeper into her warm, welcoming depths, her nethers flooding with her juices as she continues to cum; by the time you are in her to the hilt, she has gone practically limp from rolling orgasms, her breath ragged gasps as her body is more draped across yours than holding on like before.

Giving Jane a moment to recover and regain her wits, you feel her lightly press kisses on your neck and chest before leaning up and whispering in your ear, "Thank you."

"No, thank you," you whisper back, grateful to have her.

Looking down at the bulge in her belly that is you inside of her, Jane quietly asks, "How do I feel?"

"Incredible," you tell her.

"Describe it for me," she whispers, part pleading, part demanding.

"You're so warm, wet and smooth... it's like getting the perfect massage by a skin-tight hot tub that's the perfect temperature."

Jane's cheeks flush beautifully at the compliment, the sudden rush of blood making her already-flushed skin even more attractive.

"Thank you," she whispers, barely audibly. "You always know what to say to make me happy."

"No, thank you for always being there for me," you whisper back.

Jane doesn't say another word, but she slowly entwines her legs around your waist, locking her ankles around your back as she begins to rock herself on your cock, using her tight core, slender legs and feminine hips to propel the motion, gasps and moans escaping her lips as she fucks herself languidly on your shaft; it is all you can do to not grab her by her exquisite ass and thrust all of yourself into her to your balls with a single stroke.

Even though the pace is leisurely, it takes only about a dozen laps before Jane jerks slightly and you feel her pussy tighten around you as she gushes; though it's not as strong as the orgasm she had while she was sliding down your cock, she's cum again, as evident by the way she's pausing to catch her breath.

"You feel so good in me," Jane breathed softly, "but I want you to cum with me."

You can't deny her want she wants, nor do you want to; even though you can delay your orgasm for as long as you desire, having your best friend tell you she wants to share such an intimate moment is enough for you to want to make it happen.

"How do you want me?" you ask.