chapter 23

The rest of the shift was quiet. It was Sunday morning. I brought the day shift up to speed and put the night’s events into the log. Jen returned all the files and reports to her briefcase and we headed home.

We stopped at the donut chop in C-ville for bagels and headed home. Jen and I showered, and went to bed. I woke up at 3:30 in the afternoon and had to pee.

I had barely hit the seat when Jen said, “Hurry up, I’m next.”

We got back in bed, kissed, and hugged. Then did the female version of a quickie, we masturbated each other to orgasm, and then showered.

Jen made us a quick breakfast of eggs, bacon and toast. We went to check out the basement gym. The basement was huge, it even seemed to be bigger that the footprint of the house. There were exercise machines for every part of the body including a state of the art treadmill. One end of the basement floor was full-width mats like the ones used in wrestling matches.

Jen walked me over to the corner of the basement and said, “This is the stuff I was talking about.”

There was an X with Velcro restraints, hooks in the ceiling, an adjustable bench with restraints and a sex swing. In the cabinets on the wall there was an assortment of all kinds of cuffs, whips, urethral sounds, pin wheels, a complete electro sex kit, plus the largest collection of dildo and toys I had seen.

“Jen honey,” I said, “This is all BDSM and other kink; you have led a sheltered life. I think this will really test your sexual limits.”

Back upstairs we talked about the rapes and put out thoughts together. I came up with multiple things that Jen was going to research while I was at work.

We talked about the rape prevention class I wanted to do and about how it was going to have to be totally different than the two they had already had.

“Tomorrow, Jen, you start training when you get home from work and every night thereafter. Before I go to work we will train together,” I said.

“Sounds good to me, but don’t forget about our date on Tuesday night,” she said.

“Oh, I haven’t, we are going to do this voyeur style, aren’t we – same room sex,” I said laughing.

“Hmm, hadn’t thought about doing it like that,” she replied. “But it sounds like a plan.”

By now it was time for me to get ready to go to work. We went into the bedroom. I stripped off the sweatshirt and sweat pants and turned to see Jen sitting on the bed staring at me.

I walked over as she stood, took the bottom of her sweatshirt, pulled it over her head leaving her topless, and pulled her sweat pants down. Then I pushed her back on the bed and pulled the sweat pants off her feet. I spread her legs, kissing the insides of her thighs as I worked my way to her head. I stopped at her vulva to smother it with kisses, I just couldn’t resist.

I pushed her legs back and wide, wiggled my tongue against her perineum and with one long lick went all the way to her clit. At the clit I circled it several time, sucked it between my teeth, then pulled back stretching it as far as I could and let it slip between my teeth and lips and free. Then I started downward across the lips circling her hole, licking her perineum and stopping at her anus. I licked around her anus and wiggled my tongue at her brown hole, then upward again to her clit. I repeated the cycle at least a dozen times.

The last time I started the upward lick Jen was humping my face and pulling at my head, I knew that if I stopped at her clit this time she would cum. I bypassed the clit and headed towards her head. Jen let out a big “ooh” of disappointment. I licked around her navel, spearing its center with my hard tongue, with that she giggled. As I reached her breasts I sucked on the nipples, first one then the other, kissing then nipping them with my teeth. I kissed her neck and her lips and then shoved my tongue down her throat. After a long passionate kiss, I kissed my way to her breasts again and went lower. I pushed her knees to her breasts and took her hands to hook behind the knees to hold her in that position.

My lube was leaking down my legs so with one hand I pushed two fingers in my pussy and rubbed my clit with my thumb. I licked around her pussy hole as she started rocking to get off on my nose and tongue.

I slid one, two, then three and finally four fingers into her hot pussy and at the same time sucked her clit into my mouth. I was thrusting my fingers in and out of her pussy all the way to the thumb and thrusting the fingers of my other hand in my pussy. She started panting, then gasping, then moaning almost chanting “yes, yes, harder, harder.” I started rotating my hand back and forth as well as in and out.

Her pussy was getting loser, on a out-stroke I folded my thumb into my palm and then went deeper on the in-stroke. First I was past the knuckles,and then I started rotating my hand again. I kept going deeper, and then I was to my wrist and also hitting bottom.

Her panting and moans had given way to grunts, she stiffened, and her pussy muscles gripped my hand like a glove. It was so tight I could not move.

My pussy was throbbing, clamping at my fingers. I bit down on her clit and she screamed, her pussy clamping and releasing. Jen started “I’m cuming, I’m cuming.” Then she started to shake again. I was cuming, grunting, groaning and moaning. Then things seemed to stop; the pleasure was so great, I was floating.

Jen let go of her legs and when they flopped down my hand came out of her pussy. As it did, the flood gushed all over my tits and face. I lay back on the floor. I needed to rest and catch my breath.

I was just getting back to earth when I saw Jen coming off the bed at me. I braced myself to be crushed, instead she landed straddling of me, pinning me to the floor and started kissing me hard with her tongue playing with my tonsils. She finally stopped so I could breathe.

Jen looked me in the eye and said, “What the hell did you do to me? I have never cum like that before. I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk right for days.“

“Just an old girl trick, I’ll teach it to you some day,” I replied “Now get off me; I have to shower before I dress for work and you need to change the bed.”

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