Love Lessons at Pleasure Point 14

This chapter picks up right at the conclusion of Ch. 13 so I recommend you read that one first. As usual, please rate and comment. Merci, Petitmort

Waves of pleasure coursed through Paul's body, emanating first from his cock, then flowing through what felt like every cell in his body.

He was naked, lying on his back in the sand, and Jasmine was riding him, undulating her body sexily, squeezing him, the way she did when she really wanted to drive him crazy.

He loved the feeling of her warm, wet pussy embracing him. He felt so close to her. So connected.

It made him want to cum so much.

He lifted his head to look at her. She was slowly circling her hips, her eyes closed and her mouth open.

She looked so beautiful.

Paul closed his eyes. How lucky I am, he thought. To have found a woman who loves me as much as I love her. And who loves the same things as me. Making love on the beach. Giving yourself over to complete sexual pleasure. Enjoying life to the fullest.

"I'm gonna cum again," she moaned. "Cum with me this time. I love it when we cum together."

He loved that too. He felt so in love with her when they came together.

He lifted his head to take another look at her. The woman he loved, moving sensually on top of him.

But it wasn't Jasmine. It was Jessica.

And they weren't on a beach. They were in her gazebo. On a yoga mat.

She was straddling him, in a yoga squat, raising and lowering herself on his rock hard cock.

She was completely naked, with her big breasts and protruding nipples looking utterly amazing.

She was taking him deep, bottoming out with his big cock buried inside her.

"Let the nectar of yoni and lingam become one!" she cried.

Her body was shaking, the way it did when she was on the verge of cumming.

Paul closed his eyes and gulped. He was gonna cum too. Any second now.

He held her by the hips, pressing his pelvis upward, into her wetness. She cried out in ecstasy.

He opened his eyes again.

It wasn't Jessica.

It was Chelsea, kneeling between his legs, her mouth wrapped around his cock, bobbing her head and stroking him with both hands.

He looked around. They were on Jasmine's bed.

Not in the gazebo. Not on the beach. In Jasmine's bedroom.

He'd been asleep, dreaming.

Chelsea must've been giving him a blow job while he was asleep.

Twenty minutes earlier...

Chelsea came down the stairs of Jessica's house in Atherton and found Jasmine preparing breakfast.

"Morning." Chelsea said, sitting on a stool at the kitchen island.

"Hey you, how'd you sleep?"

"Great. Whatcha doin'?"

"Just making some breakfast. Granola with fruit and yogurt. And some fresh-squeezed OJ. Sound ok?"

"Sounds great. Where's Paul?"

"Still asleep. I should go get him though. Do you wanna take over making the juice?"

"Uh, you look like you're on a roll. Why don't I go wake up Paul?"

"OK. Tell him breakfast in fifteen. And don't let him go back to sleep!"

Chelsea nodded and went outside, walking to the Jasmine's cottage.

She got to the door and knocked softly. There was no answer. She opened the door and peered inside. She could see Paul lying in bed.

He was fast asleep.

He was on his back, half-covered by a top sheet, his tanned body in stark contrast with the white cotton.

She looked at his face, resting peacefully on a pillow. His brown curly hair and cupid bow lips. His muscular arms and broad shoulders.

She stood there for a moment, just looking at him, then moved closer, to shake him awake.

She noticed the sheet near his crotch had a long ridge.

Did he have a hard-on?

She moved to the bedside, looking closer.

He sure did. And not a little one. A really big one.

A tingling sensation shot through her body.

She thought about the fact she was leaving that morning to go back to her parents. And how Jasmine would be gone for a whole month in France.

This could be my last chance to practice on Paul. Maybe, forever.

She let out a sigh. Then, she reached down and took the corner of the sheet between her thumb and index finger.

Ever so slowly, she pulled back the sheet.

She bit her lower lip as she watched the rest of his naked body slowly appear. His chiseled abs. His flat stomach. His impressive cock.

She gasped. She'd never seen anything more beautiful.

She remembered Jasmine's love lesson. About surprising your man with a blow job while he's asleep.

I bet he'd love that.

She climbed softly on the bed, slowly moving on her hands and knees, so as not to wake him. He was lying with one arm by his head and the other by his side, his long legs spread.

She knelt between his legs. His cock looked so delicious.

She slowly leaned down, opened her mouth, and using her tongue, guided the head of his cock between her lips.

It was warm and salty.

She began to slowly lick him, barely touching him at all, her tongue sliding over his silky skin.

She remembered what Jasmine had taught her about the tender underside of a man's cockhead. How sensitive it was. How Paul really liked being touched there.

She began softly lapping at his frenulum, with her lips brushing softly against his cock head.

Paul started to moan and twitch. He was still asleep, and seemed to be dreaming. He began rocking his pelvis, like he was making love to someone.

What if he's dreaming about me? No, he's probably thinking about Jasmine. And that's okay. That's how it should be.

She could feel him getting more and more excited. His cock was getting bigger. And harder. He was moaning louder too, muttering things she couldn't quite make out.

She used two hands to softly stand his cock up. She was amazed by how long and hard he was.

With her face above him, her mouth could more easily encircle his cock head.

She started swirling her tongue around and around his swollen head. With lots of saliva. The way Jasmine taught her.

He was really moaning now, his body writhing.

She began to softly stroke him, her mouth and hands moving in unison, up and down his shaft.

From where she was kneeling, she could watch his face, gauging his every reaction.

With her knees together, and her hands wrapped around his cock, it was like she was praying. Praying at the altar of his cock.

And why not? In a way, I do worship his cock. The only cock I've ever known. For the unbelievable pleasure it's given me.

She began to suck him harder, reaching down with one hand to cup his balls.

Suddenly, his eyes blinked open.

Chelsea watched him waking up. Coming to his senses. She lifted her mouth off his cock, gasping.

"Cum in my mouth," she said, breathily. "I wanna taste your cum."

Then she went back to sucking him, hungrily.

Paul could hardly believe what he was seeing. This was reality, yet it was as surreal as a dream.

First, he dreamt he was making love with Jasmine on a beach.

Then he was with Jessica, during one of their nude yoga sessions.

And now he was with Chelsea. And she was sucking him. So good. Looking at him with big, beautiful eyes.

He was moaning and groaning, as turned on as Chelsea had ever seen him.

He reached down with two hands and gently touched her face.

"I love what you're doing to me," he whispered. "It feels so good."

She was bobbing her head, her mouth and her hands moving in unison. Stroking and sucking him.

She wasn't deep throating him, she was swirling her tongue around and around the head of his cock.

And it felt unbelievably good.

He gently lifted her face until she released him. Then he slowly pressed the head of his cock against her bee-stung lips until he popped inside.

She knew immediately what he wanted. She wetted her lips and made them full and soft. As if they were the softest, wettest, tightest pussy in the world.

And then she let him fuck her lips.

He pressed his pelvis upward, penetrating her mouth as if he were entering her pussy. Over and over again.

It felt so good he began to moan loudly.

And so did she.

She was imagining his big cock fucking her pussy that first time. When he took her virginity. When he spread her pink pussy lips and pushed inside her. Filling her. Making her cry out with pleasure.

She was moaning now and he could feel the vibrations in his cock.

She opened her mouth and used her tongue to softly tickle his tender underside, inviting him to explode in her mouth.

"I'm gonna cum," he growled. "Suck it! Suck it hard!"

She wrapped her lips around his cock head and created a suction, her tongue still ticking his trigger spot.

He was writhing now, the pleasure waves rifling through his body.

He felt the electricity surge and he arched his back.

The cum exploded out of his cock like an erupting volcano. Streams of cum spewing into her mouth. Again and again and again.

Her cheeks puffed out from the force of his ejaculation, her throat gulping repeatedly.

He was spraying the roof of her mouth with warm cum. He couldn't believe how much he was cumming.

And she kept swallowing it.

Every.

Last.

Drop.

Long after his orgasm was over, she kept tickling him with her tongue, creating aftershocks that made his body shudder.

Finally she released him with a smack.

"That was fun," she smiled. "Oh, I'm supposed to tell you. Breakfast is ready."

She got up off the bed, looked at him and smiled.

"Come eat."

"Or, eat cum?" he said, wryly.

She laughed.

"I guess we're doin' a little of both," she smiled, heading for the door.

When Paul and Chelsea got to the kitchen, Jasmine was at the juicer, squeezing oranges. A pile of orange halves were scattered on the counter.

Paul and Chelsea sat at the table, eyeing each other.

"Good timing," Jasmine said. "I'm just finishing the juice."

She brought a pitcher of OJ to the table.

"Was Paul fast asleep?"

"Out like a light," Chelsea said. "I thought I was gonna have to pour cold water on him."

"He sleeps like a hibernating bear, I swear."

Jasmine was spooning some plain yogurt onto her granola, letting the white, creamy mass drip into her bowl.

Paul was watching her, a sly smile on his face.

She took another spoonful, even bigger than the first, and dripped it onto her cereal.

She had a smirk on her face. 



Remember? This is how much you shot into my mouth.

Jasmine sat at her place at the table.

"Got enough yogurt there, Chels?" Jasmine chuckled.

"What can I say? I like yogurt on my granola. And I really like it when there's a whole lot of it."

"Well," Jasmine said pouring the juice, "help yourself."

"I like a lot too," Paul said, taking the carton from Chelsea.

He took a big spoonful of yogurt and plopped it into his bowl.

"Jeez, Paul," Jasmine said. "Leave some for me."

"Sorry, I usually don't have quite so much," Paul smiled. "Chelsea inspired me."

When Jasmine wasn't looking, Chelsea parted her lips showing Paul a mouthful of white, creamy yogurt.


Paul stifled a laugh.

Chelsea felt a warm wetness between her legs.

After breakfast, Chelsea was getting ready to hit the road. She put her overnight bag in the cab of her truck.

Jasmine and Paul were standing in front of the house, next to her pickup.

"You got everything?" Jasmine asked.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Glad you could see Jasmine before she left," Paul said.

"And glad we could continue your education," Jasmine smiled.

Jasmine and Paul had both given Chelsea a few more love lessons.

"Seems like I learn something new every time we get together," Chelsea smirked.

"Oh, that reminds me," Jasmine said, suddenly. "I wanted to give you something. I'll be right back."

She ran up the steps to the house.

"Where are you going?" Paul called out.

"I've got something in my room I wanna give to Chels. It'll just take a sec."

Paul turned to face Chelsea.

"I'll say you learned some new things," Paul said, smiling. "That was one of the best blow jobs I've ever had."

"You're welcome," she said, proud of herself.

"You'll have to start putting those skills to work back in Petaluma."

"Or maybe in Pleasure Point."

Paul just smiled. He wouldn't mind that. But he didn't want to encourage her either.

"There was one thing I didn't get a chance to do," Chelsea added, sexily. "And I really wanted to."

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

She moved closer to him, lowering her voice.

"Give you a titty fuck."

She ran her fingers along the length of his cock.

"That is one of my favorite things to do," Paul muttered.

"I know. That's why I really wanted to do it."

Paul looked her up and down. Her breasts looked gorgeous in her tight t-shirt.

"I bet you'd be really, really good at that."

"I'd like to try it with you sometime," she cooed. "Maybe get a few pointers."

"I think we better change the subject." he chuckled. "You're making my dick hard."

"Sounds like something we should definitely make happen."

"I dunno, Chels. With how hot your rack is? I'd probably shoot my load so hard I'd miss your tits entirely."

"What's wrong with that?"

"I'd end up cumming all over your face."

She licked her lips.

"You promise?"

Just then, Jasmine came of the house carrying a book.

She bounded down the steps and handed it to Chelsea.

"The Fine Art of Pompoir," Chelsea said.

"It's the book Sophia recommended. It's fantastic. I read it cover to cover."

"And this makes your pussy feel really tight?"

"Sure does. Paul absolutely loves it. Don't you, Paul?"

Paul smiled, wryly.

"I'm so grateful for that book, I can't even tell you."

Jasmine laughed.

"Mmmm," Chelsea said. "I'll have to read it then."

She gave Jasmine a hug and climbed into the truck.

"Bye, Paul."

"Bye, Chels."

She started the ignition, waved, and slowly pulled away.

"Is she okay?" Jasmine asked. "She seemed a little preoccupied."

"I think she's fine. Maybe she's respecting the fact you and I are taking things to another level."

"That must be it," Jasmine said, watching as her truck drove away.

They turned and slowly walked back into the house.

"Feel like helping me pack?" she said, walking up the steps.

"Absolutely," Paul smiled. "Whatever you need. I'll be your personal assistant, gofer, luggage packer..."

"Personal escort?"

"If that's what you need."

She took his arm in hers, laying her head on his shoulder.

"I'm so glad you're here."

Paul felt a twinge of guilt that, an hour before, he was having his cock sucked by her college roommate.

"I'm glad I'm here too."

In the cottage, Paul lay back on the bed with a pad of paper and a pen.

"Anything you can think of, things you need to do. or stuff you wanna pack, just say it out loud and I'll write it down. Then you'll have a checklist to make sure you have everything."

"You're so smart," she said, putting her travel bag on the bed.

"Oh yeah, brilliant. Making a list. It's a revolutionary idea."

"Well, packing's a lot more fun when you're here."

She started calling calling out random odds and ends. Laptop, charging cables, power adapters, passport.

He dutifully made a list on the legal pad.

"Oh, and my medications," she added, heading to the bathroom.

"What medications?"

"Well... my birth control."

He looked up from the pad.

"Why do you need your birth control?"

She stood in the bathroom doorway, confused.

"So I don't get pregnant?" she shrugged.

Paul frowned.

"What?" she asked. "I'm not leaving for a year. I'll be back in a month. I assume we'll be doing it shortly thereafter."

"Oh yeah. That's true."

She cocked her head and looked at him.

"Did you think I was planning to have sex with Pierre?"

"I wasn't thinking anything."

"Cause I'm not. But if I did, would you consider that out of bounds?"

Paul shook his head.

"I don't wanna be putting restrictions on what you can or can't do. It's your life to live. Live it."

She thought about this.

"Yeah, that goes for me too. Same."

She stepped into the bathroom.

"I wonder if Chelsea will get some kinda birth control," she said. "She seems pretty motivated to have an active sex life."

"I don't know. The whole religious thing makes me wonder. Catholics aren't into birth control, are they?"

"Some are, some aren't. They aren't supposed to be into pre-marital sex either and that hasn't stopped her."

"That's true. She mentioned maybe coming down to Pleasure Point."

Jasmine stuck her head out of the bathroom.

"She did?"

"Yeah, she really wants to try titty-fucking."

Jas scratched her head.

"Oh yeah, I kinda planted that seed."

"I think you've created a monster," he smiled.

"Well, it is safe sex."

"How would you feel if she did? Come down to Pleasure Point?"

"I'd be alright with that, I guess. As long as you don't fall in love with her."

He looked at her, kindly.

"How could I do that? I've already fallen in love with you."

"Good answer!" she called, going back in the bathroom.

In the mid-afternoon, Jessica arrived from Pleasure Point. Jasmine and Paul were taking a break from packing and were laying out by the pool.

"I'm back," she called from the kitchen door. "Have you guys had lunch?"

"Hi mom. Not yet. We're just talking about it."

"Oh, hi Paul."

"Hi, Jessica."

Paul waved and then looked away, his face flushed with embarrassment. This was the first time he'd been with Jasmine and her mom, Jessica, at the same time.

And he'd been dreaming about having yoga sex with Jessica that very morning.

"I can make some sandwiches, if you guys are hungry," Jessica called from the house.

"That's okay," Jasmine answered. "I was gonna take Paul to Coffeebar and get something there."

Jessica walked outside to join them by the pool.

"Are you sure? It's no trouble."

Jessica was in yoga pants and a tight-fitting heather gray v-neck tee.

Both Paul and Jas were in their bathing suits.

"Honey, that suit isn't providing much protection. You'll burn yourself."

"It's fine, mom. Besides, Paul's keeping me bathed in sun oil. Aren't you, Paul?"

"Positively bathed."

"Well, that's something anyway. Well, I'm going to go put my suit on and take a swim. Don't stay in the sun too long."

She turned to leave.

"Oh mom. I wanted to ask you something. Remember you invited me to go to the Warriors game next week?"

"Yes, honey, but you'll be gone."

"I know that. But I was wondering if you'd asked anyone to take my place."

"No, not yet. My friends aren't that into sports."

"Well, Paul said he'd be interested in going. He's a huge Warriors fan."

"Really? Is that right, Paul? Are you a big Warriors fan?"

"My whole life."

"Well, I have tickets for Game 4 on Friday night. If you wanna go."

"Heck, yeah."

"Great. The game start at 7pm and I like to leave around 5pm. Can you be here that early?"

"Definitely. I'll just go into work a little early that day. No problem."

"Wonderful. It'll be nice to have company. Especially with someone who's a lifelong fan. I'll see you Friday, then."

"See you then!"

Jessica turned and walked back into the house.

Jasmine turned to Paul and shrugged.

"Easy peasy."

"I can't believe I'm going to the NBA Finals!" Paul said, shaking his head.

"Stick with me," Jasmine grinned, "and you'll come out smelling like a rose."

Ten minutes later, Jessica came out to the pool wearing a cover up, a wide-brimmed hat, and sunglasses.

She positioned a lounge chair to face the sun. Then, she took off her cover up. Her two-piece suit showed off her full breasts and her hourglass figure.

"Jeez, mom!" Jasmine said, "you look amazing in that suit."

"This?" she said, casually. "It's just something I threw on."

"All that yoga is paying off," Jasmine smiled.

"Thanks, Honey."

"Do you want me to put some lotion on your back?" Jasmine asked.

"No, thanks. I'm going to swim first."

Jessica took a hair tie from her wrist and gathered her blond hair atop her head. She walked to the pool steps and stepped into the pool. She swam from one end to the other and back a few times, keeping her head above water.

Then, she made her way to the steps and slowly got out, her hands busy redoing her hair.

With her raised elbows, and her wet suit clinging to her big breasts like a second skin, she looked like a movie star. The cool water made her nipples stand out and her curvy body looked amazing.

Paul couldn't help watching her from behind his sunglasses.

She lay back on her lounge chair with her eyes closed and her shoulders back.

"Doesn't my mom have a great body?" Jasmine whispered to Paul.

Paul lifted his head, as if noticing her for the first time.

"Yeah, definitely. For her age."

"For any age. Look at her breasts. They're spectacular!"

He opened one eye. 



"If you say so."

She shook her head and lay back on her chair.

In fact, Paul found Jessica incredibly attractive. From the first time he met her, which was also the first time he had sex with her. Since then, he'd be enjoying a six-month long affair with her.

She was, quite simply, one of the hottest women he'd ever met.

He was trying not to look at her because he didn't want to get a hard on.

Fortunately, Jasmine was ready to go get lunch.

"I'm just gonna rinse off in the shower real quick. I'll be in the cottage."

"OK, I'm coming too."

Paul stood up to gather his stuff. Then he heard Jessica's voice.

"Paul, can you come here a sec?"

He put down his stuff and walked to her lounge chair.

To Paul, Jessica looked even hotter up close.

To Jessica, Paul always looked like a Greek God.

"Listen, after the game, I usually stay in the city 'til the traffic clears. But I wanted to make sure you weren't in a hurry to get back."

"That's nice, thanks. I actually don't have anything I have to do Saturday morning. So, you know, whatever works best. In terms of traffic."

"Oh, good. I just want to set expectations. I never leave early, okay? Even if it's a blow out. We'll just hang out 'til the traffic clears. And just... enjoy ourselves."

"Sounds good. I'll see you Friday."

He smiled and headed off to join Jasmine.

On his way to the cottage, Paul wondered what it was going to be like spending time with Jessica.

He knew the moment he told her about his feelings for Jasmine that the effects on their relationship would be broad and long-lasting.

He just wasn't sure exactly what those effects would be.

He and Jasmine drove to Coffeebar, her favorite coffee shop in Menlo Park. It was a hip, modern cafe founded by a former pro skier from Europe. The vibe was young and cool, with a smattering of 20-somethings working on their laptops.

They got their lattes and food and sat outside.

"This is how I picture you in France," he said. "Hanging out in cafes, eating croissants."

"Some of the time. But where I'm staying in Normandy is really rural. Lots of pastures and vineyards. I'll be having coffee with my grandparents a lot."

"That sounds fun too," Paul smiled.

"I wish you were coming with me," she said, softly.

"I wish I could. Why is it the moment we decide to spend more time together, you up and leave the country for a month?"

She chuckled.

"Maybe we decided to spend more time together because I'm leaving for a month."

He smiled.

"Yeah, that could be. Listen, text me or call me. Anytime. I can't promise I'll be as prolific a writer as you. You're the pro, after all."

"I'll keep you up to date on all the haps. It might get a bit repetitive. Fed the chickens. Milked the cow. Fed the chickens again."

He laughed.

"Never thought I'd fall for a country girl."

"Never thought I'd fall for a surfer dude."

He leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips.

Two days later, Jasmine was flying from San Francisco to Paris. Her mom had sprung for the ticket, as she did with all of Jasmine's visits to see the grandparents.

Meanwhile, Paul went back to his internship in Moss Landing and prepared to meet Jessica on Friday.

Friday afternoon, he drove to Jessica's house in Atherton to meet her.

When she opened the front door, he was surprised to see how glammed up she was.

She was wearing a beautiful, form-fitting, gold silk outfit that showed off her body. Gold was the Warriors color.

Paul was in a button down shirt, black jeans, and some black loafers he'd bought for a wedding.

They took her Lexus to the City. She drove.

Sitting in the passenger seat, driving north on Hwy 101, Paul found himself sneaking peeks at Jessica when she wasn't looking.

She looked gorgeous. Her silk outfit made her breasts look amazing, and showed off her toned, fit legs.

She had a sly smile on her face, like she was feeling good about attending this exclusive event with a handsome young man on her arm.

As they drove north towards the City, she turned and smiled at him.

"Well, here we are."

Paul looked at her and smiled back.

"Here we are."

"Off to to enjoy a Warriors game together."

Paul looked at her with one eyebrow raised.

"And not just any Warriors game. It's Game 4 of the frickin' NBA Finals!"

"And a crucial Game 4 at that," she said, assuming a broadcaster's voice. "The Warriors can take a commanding 3-1 lead after stealing a game in Boston."

"And we've got the best seats in the house! Yeah, baby!"

She reached over and gave his thigh a squeeze.

Paul noticed her thigh squeeze was quite innocent. A month ago, she might have reached over and squeezed his cock.

But those days were over.

For six amazing months, they'd been having a torrid affair. Making love every week, usually multiple times, in her gazebo after a massage or yoga session.

But once he told her he was falling in love with her daughter... everything changed.

She said it herself.

Our relationship will never be the same.

She said it with a note of fatalism. We may not like it. We may not want it. But it has to change.

Exactly what it would change to was still a mystery. They hadn't had a chance to even talk about it.

What she said next made it clear she wanted to rectify that.

"I'm glad we're doing this together, Paul. I've been thinking a lot about you and Jasmine. And how your relationship affects things between us."

She looked over at him. He raised his eyebrows.

"Me too."

"Because it will change things."

"Naturally," Paul answered.

"And I was thinking about our relationship. You and me. How there are different facets to it."

"That's true. We've experienced a lot over the past six months."

"We have," she nodded. "And there are things about our relationship that are very important to me. Things that I cherish."

"Me too," Paul said. "It'd be nice not to lose those things."

"That's exactly what I was thinking. At the same time, there are facets that wouldn't be appropriate to continue. Out of respect for your and Jasmine's relationship."

She looked over at him and he nodded.

"I think it'd be a good idea to talk about that," she said.

"I agree."

He wasn't being all that voluble. She saw this wasn't going to be easy.

"So," she said, "why don't you start by telling me some of the things you think we should keep doing."

Paul thought a moment.

"Well, I really like our talks. You've been a great sounding board for me. I'd like to keep on doing that."

"Me too."

"And I really enjoy learning yoga from you. It's added a lot to my life. Not just the physical part, but the mindfulness too. Being present. Centered."

"I'm so glad you feel that way," she smiled. "That's something I want to keep too."

"And the financial coaching you've given me. I've learned a lot about starting a business and managing money."

She nodded.

"That's something I enjoy doing. Being a mentor."

"How about you?" Paul asked. "What do you want to keep doing?"

"Well," she smiled, "the massage comes to mind. It's something I look forward to every week. It'd be wonderful to continue that."

"Maybe not naked."

She gave a little shrug.

"Well, I'm usually naked when I get massages."

"No, I meant me. When I give you a massage, I should probably keep my clothes on."

"Oh, well that's up to you. Though I do like the body-to-body massage you do. You know, with the oil."

"You mean, the Nuru massage?"

"Yes, the Nuru. I don't know why, I just... I find it facilitates my spiritual growth."

Paul nodded.

"Yeah, I find I grow a lot too. I guess I could get naked for that part."

"For the spiritual growth."

"Right, right."

There was a pause.

"Of course, we shouldn't take it so far that we actually... you know... have intercourse. Out of respect for your relationship with Jasmine."

"I appreciate that. It's good to have a line we both agree not to cross."

"I think that's important."

"Right. So, just to be clear - we're saying it's okay keep doing the weekly massages, with both of us naked, and full body-to-body contact."

"Yes, where you get on top of me. And rub your body against mine. With the oil."

"Right. But no intercourse."

"That's right."

"OK, that works for me."

"And then there's the yoga. As you know, I do like doing yoga naked."

"Yeah, I know you do."

"There's just nothing like the feeling of the ocean breeze on your bare skin. I find it so... stimulating. Plus, I find it really helps with the learning experience. You can see the entire body. Unobstructed."

"Are you talking about you being naked? Or me? Or both of us?"

"Ideally, it would be both of us. Imagine if I'm teaching you a new pose. Let's say, you're learning... I don't know... Pulsing Bridge, for example. If you're naked, with your hips raised high in the air, and you're pulsing your pelvis upward, I can easily see if you're fully engaging your glutes, or going as deep into the pose as you possibly can."

"Yeah, I can see how that'd be helpful."

"Or, when I'm demoing a pose for you. Say, I'm doing... I don't know... Wide-Legged Up Dog, you'd be able to clearly see my entire body, the curve of my arching back, the way I'm lifting my chest to the sky."

"Makes me want to do some yoga right now," Paul smiled.

"Me too. So, I just think naked yoga has some real advantages in terms of learning."

"No, I can see that. But we'd draw the line at yoga sex?"

"That's right. No more Double Lotus, where I sit astride you, my arms and legs wrapped around you. Or Downward Doggie-style where you stand between my legs and enter me from behind."

Paul squirmed in his seat.

"Side-by-Side Savasana would have to be out too."

"Yes, and all the other poses we explored that are ideal for deep and prolonged fucking,"

They both stared straight ahead, remembering all the sessions of orgasmic yoga sex in the gazebo.

"We did discover a lot of poses that are fantastic for that," Paul said, gulping.

"We certainly did," she said, remembering.

"Just one more thing. I mean... what happens if we're doing yoga and I suddenly get... you know... aroused."

She looked over at him.

"But we wouldn't be doing all those positions that make you all... hard."

"I know, but sometimes... when we're just doing regular yoga... and I look at you... and I see how unbelievably hot you are... I find myself getting really aroused."

"Just from looking at me?" she asked, surprised.

"Well, yeah. I mean, your amazing breasts, your round ass, the curve in your back, the way your hair catches the afternoon light, your gorgeous face... I just feel unbelievably attracted to you."

She reached over and squeezed his leg again.

"We'll just have to deal with that if and when it happens. We're both adults and I'm sure we'll figure it out. But, maybe we should limit the massage and yoga to times when we have the house to ourselves. Just the two of us. So no one gets the wrong idea."

"Good idea."

She nodded. She seemed confident that they'd made a sensible decision.

When they arrived, they parked in an underground garage near the arena and walked over.

The energy in the crowd was electric.

Paul had been to a couple Warrior games before, but never to a playoff game. It was a totally different experience.

Every seat in the arena had a gold t-shirt with the Warriors "Strength in Numbers" motto. Paul put his on right over his dress shirt.

They were in their seats early enough to watch the teams warm up. The players milled around just feet from where they were sitting. Paul stood to see how much taller they were. Jayson Tatum, a small forward, was 6'8". Al Horford was even bigger.

At 6'2", Paul felt positively puny.

In the past, Paul could only afford tickets for nose-bleed seats. He'd never been anywhere near courtside. He couldn't believe how close to the action they were.

Jessica could see in his eyes how excited he was to be there.

Once the game began, the energy in the building was incredible. The noise level alone was unlike anything he'd experienced.

Paul saw a side of Jessica he'd never seen before. She cheered loudly when the Warriors scored and yelled at the officials when they made a bad call.

She wouldn't sit still, pumping her fist during Warrior rallies and high-fiving him when Steph made one of his circus shots.

When the crowd chanted "Dee-fense!" she stood and led them on.

The game was a close one, with the lead changing hands repeatedly. The Warriors ran up a lead in the third quarter and then the Celtics rallied in the fourth.

It came down to crunch time, with the Curry-led Warriors leading by 3. Then by 6. Then, a commanding 9.

After making a seemingly impossible three-pointer, Curry gave the Night Night sign. The Dubs had sealed it. They were on their way to a 3-1 lead in the series.

The roar from the crowd was deafening.

Jessica was so elated she embraced Paul tightly, her full breasts pressed against his chest.

He got the feeling she didn't want their hug to end.

He certainly didn't.

Walking back to their car, they both were ebullient. It was the greatest single sports event Paul had ever experienced in his life. By a long shot.

She was so happy she was skipping like a schoolgirl.

When they got into the elevator at her apartment building, and the doors closed, he felt like grabbing her and kissing her.

She must have sensed the vibe because she paused before pushing "G" to go to the garage.

"I don't feel like going home yet," she said, mischievously. "Do you want to go upstairs and celebrate?"

"Upstairs?"

""I've got a little pied-à-terre upstairs I keep for overnights in the City. It's tiny, but comfy."

"Let's go," Paul smiled.

She smiled back and pressed the button for the 11th floor.

She led him down the hallway to the last doorway on the right. She unlocked it and led him inside.

It was a corner unit, with windows on two sides. She turned on the lights to reveal a sleek L-shaped couch, a large arc floor lamp, and a fully stocked bar. Modern art graced the walls.

"The bedroom's in there. Bathroom. Kitchen. Come see the view."

She opened the curtains and the Bay Bridge and waterfront stretched out before them, sparkling in the night.

"Wow," Paul said. "Why does this not surprise me?"

She opened the sliding glass door and led him out onto the balcony.

"Man, this is awesome," he muttered.

"I bought it a few years ago and I don't use it enough. You and Jasmine are welcome to use it anytime."

He looked out at the cityscape, smiling.

"And, in the meantime," she shrugged, "you and I can enjoy it."

She turned to go back inside.

"Make you a drink?"

"Sure?" Paul said, following her. "Whaddya got?"

"Everything. I pay a service to keep it stocked."

"You pay a service?"

"You know, to make sure everything's fresh. Eggs, milk, fruit. You know, the basics."

"And alcohol."

"Oh yeah, there's plenty of alcohol. Beer, wine, a full bar. There's also sparkling water, juice. Whatever you want."

Paul chuckled and shook his head. The life of the ultra rich. It took some getting used to.

"I'll just have whatever you have," he said. "Surprise me."

"Surprise you? Oh well, I like that. Have a seat and I'll see what I can do."

Paul sat in an modern easy chair with a large clam-shaped back.

"That's my womb chair. It's my favorite place to sit."

"It's comfortable."

"It's designed to conform to the curvature of the spine. The cushioning is wrapped in silk and the upholstery is cashmere. I like soft things."

She gave him a look.

"Jasmine and I sit in that chair together," she said, pouring gin into two glasses. "To have our little chats."

She brought over two drinks garnished with lime wedges.

She handed him one.

"Gin and tonic. Hope you like it."

"I'm sure I will."

She stood in front of him, clinked glasses, and took a sip. Her legs looked amazing in her silk outfit.

"Well, I don't want to take your favorite spot," he said, starting to get up.

"No, no, you relax. I'm gonna go change. I love this outfit but I'd rather be comfortable. I'll just be a sec."

"Go for it."

She sauntered into the bedroom with her gin and tonic.

Paul took a sip and looked out the window at the view. He was thinking about the lifestyle people like Jessica lived. Having an apartment in the City just for the occasional overnight.

She lived in a world he could only dream of. A world of luxury and travel and limitless possibilities.

Jasmine was, at once, part of this world and separate from it. She didn't live an opulent lifestyle. Her mom would pay for things, like her college tuition or the air fare to Europe, but Jasmine had to pay for everything else.

He wondered if she'd be happy with a science student/surf bum like him.

Just then, the bedroom door opened.

Jessica appeared wearing a silk robe.

"That feels better!"

"More comfortable?" Paul asked.

"Mmmm, much. Mind if I join you?"

She sat on the arm of the chair.

"You sure you don't wanna sit here?"

She swung her legs over him, slipping into the seat next to him.

"I do, but I want to sit in it with you. So we can have a chat."

She was sitting sideways, her legs draped over his. He could feel her thighs pressing against his cock. It felt good.

He hoped it wouldn't feel too good.

"What do you wanna chat about?" he asked, casually.

"I just got a text from my friend, Bri."

"Oh-oh."

"She and Emily have been contacting me regularly the past few weeks. To be honest, they've been harassing me."

"Yeah, I owe them a call."

Paul had been providing Jessica's friends, Bri and Emily, with weekly love therapy sessions for the past several months. They'd been paying him with shares of Meta and Apple stock, respectively.

"I think it's fair to say they're both feeling a bit... frustrated. They've been trying to book time with you but haven't been able to."

"Yeah, I've been kinda busy lately. With my internship and Jas leaving."

"They're both eager to engage your services. Extremely eager."

Paul sighed.

"Yeah, I need to have a talk with 'em."

"And, what do you plan to tell them exactly?"

Paul shrugged.

"Just... we need to end things. Cause I've gotten involved with someone."

"Hmmm," Jessica said, thinking.

"Why? What were you thinking?"

"Well, there are different ways you could handle it. You have... options."

"What kinda options? I'm not gonna keep doing that if I'm with Jasmine."

She turned to face him, settling into his lap.

"No, of course not, I'm talking about options in how you message it."

"Message it?"

"Sorry, corporate-speak. At work, I spent a lot of my time 'managing change'. When you're rolling out bad news to an organization or an employee, there are different ways you can do it. You can take the 'light switch approach' and make the change quickly and suddenly. Rip off the bandaid. Or, you can take a more phased approach and make the change gradually. Sometimes, that's easier for people to handle psychologically."

He thought about this.

"How would I make the change gradually?"

"Well, you might give Bri and Emily a heads up that your arrangement is going to have to change. So they can start to adjust to the idea. And you could tell them that, unfortunately, your next session with them will have to be your last. Jasmine's in France for a month so that might give you a little time to ease them into it."

"You mean, let 'em down easy?"

"Think of it as a transition plan. I just think the quick and sudden approach won't go over very well."

"Because they think they own me?"

"No, because they're so horny. You should hear the way they talk about you. 'You wouldn't believe the way he makes me feel,' 'I've never gotten so much pleasure from a man in my life.' If you just pulled the plug, I'm afraid I'd never hear the end of it."

Paul took a deep breath.

"I wish I could give them the best fuck of their lives and then they'd just be done with me. Make it so unbelievably good they get a kind of amnesia and never want to see me again. That'd be perfect. I could be free of 'em, Jas would come home, and everything'd be just the way I want it."

Jessica thought for a moment.

"I think you may be onto something."

"What?"

"What if you told them you were planning something really special. Something... unprecedented. Unforgettable. Just for them. Like a last hurrah. If they went into it knowing it's the grand finale, it might help them get some closure."

"Like the encore at a concert."

"Exactly. But you'd have to make it really good. Incredibly satisfying. You'd have to go out with a big bang."

"So to speak."

She settled further into his lap, getting excited.

"Can you imagine? With all the demand there is? I smell a business opportunity."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, what if you told these women you were offering them a once-in-a-lifetime experience. A night of unparalleled pleasure. The greatest sexual experience of their lives. You could charge a pretty penny for that."

"What would that even look like?"

"I'm imagining a totally bespoke experience. Designed specifically for them, to meet their specific needs. Tailored to their tastes. You could use the gazebo. Maybe give them a massage, or do yoga, or even role play. Whatever you think would get them off the most. And then, you'd have to make them cum harder than they've ever cum before. What the French call le petit mort."

"The ultimate orgasm."

"Yes. An orgasm so intense it literally makes them scream with ecstasy. Pass out from pleasure. A transcendent sexual experience."

"That sounds amazing."

"It really does. If I were them, I'd be willing to pay a premium for an experience like that. Make a sizable deposit of company shares into your equity account? Like I said, the businesswoman in me smells an opportunity."

Paul was looking off into space, imagining.

"I already have ideas for what I could do. From all the things I've learned about them. Their desires, their kinks. What turns them on more than anything. I could create an experience that's completely customized to their turn-ons. Make them go absolutely crazy."

Jessica squirmed in his lap.

"That sounds incredible," she said, breathily. "I think you're really onto something really exciting!"

He looked at her. Her chest was heaving.

"Would you want to be part of this too? Maybe you could help me?"

"Of course, if I can help in any way. I'd do anything."

"Maybe you could help me brainstorm. Or, I could run ideas by you and get your feedback. We could even... I dunno, do a dry run together."

"A dry run?"

"Try things out together and see what works and what doesn't. To get the kinks out."

"So to speak."

"Yeah," he laughed. "We wouldn't actually... you know... have intercourse. Cause we're not doing that."

"No, no, of course not..."

"... But we could do other things. Like act out scenarios. You know, role play."

"I'd be happy to help."

"Thank you, Jessica," he said, giving her a hug. "You're always there for me."

She held his head to her breasts.

"We should probably think about heading back, no?" he finally said. "I bet the traffic's cleared out by now."

She sighed.

"I suppose. Though I don't really feel like getting dressed and sitting in the car for an hour. This is a lot more fun. Brainstorming a business opportunity is one of my favorite things to do. I get to be creative."

"And you know Bri and Emily so well. You could really help me figure out what would turn them on the most. If we could spend some time kicking around a few ideas, that'd really help me out a lot."

"Why don't we do that then? Since we've already gotten the ball rolling. Strike while the iron's hot?"

"Fine with me. So, we'll just... hang out here?"

"Yeah. Or we could just... stay the night here."

There was a pause. Paul hadn't seen this coming.

"Um, I didn't bring anything. A change of clothes. Or my toothbrush."

She chuckled.

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure we can scare up an extra toothbrush."

"Let me guess," Paul smiled. "The service supplies them."

"Actually, they do."

"I figured. I guess I can sleep in here on the couch."

She nodded.

"You could. I'm not sure now comfortable that'd be. Or, you could just share my bed. I know that's comfortable."

"Right. I just... I don't have any clothes to sleep in. And I doubt your service keeps you stocked with men's pajamas."

"No, I... I don't have any need for those."

There was an awkward pause. Then Jessica began again, stammering.

"Listen... um... I know this isn't what we discussed in the car but... um... we're both adults and I'm comfortable with you sharing my bed. It's... a very large bed. A California King, in fact. So... there's plenty of room. I think the two of us should be able to share it just fine."

Paul nodded.

"And I realize you'll have to be... um... naked. And I'm okay with that. I keep lingerie here so I won't be naked. So, that's... good. Maybe I could let you get into bed first and cover up before I come in. If that helps. Anyway, I think it's doable. We should be able to sleep together, or sleep in the same bed rather, and still respect your and Jasmine's relationship."

Paul looked at her and smiled. She was usually so self-assured. To see her a little flustered was kinda cute.

"Thanks Jessica. I appreciate you thinking that through. Should we just go get in bed and continue our conversation there?"

"Yes!" she said, brightly. "That's a wonderful idea."

They climbed out of the chair and went into the bedroom.

The picture window in the bedroom perfectly framed a view of the Bay Bridge, sparkling with lights, and stretching to Yerba Buena island and across to the East Bay.

Jessica found an extra toothbrush for Paul and they brushed their teeth side by side in the double-sinked bathroom.

Paul had taken off his souvenir Warriors tee and his dress shirt, and was standing bare-chested in his black jeans.

Jessica was brushing her teeth in her silk robe, glancing at him in the mirror. His body looked amazing, his broad shoulders and well-defined pecs, his muscular arms and his six-pack abs.

After washing his face and toweling off, Paul was ready to get undressed and into bed.

"I'll just go hop in bed then," he said.

"OK, I'll just be a minute."

He went into the bedroom and pulled off his jeans. He thought about leaving his underwear on but decided against it. He always got hard when he slept and being in restrictive underwear would be uncomfortable.

He pulled off his briefs and climbed into the bed.

He was happy they'd decided to get into bed separately because his cock was semi-erect.

All the talk about customized sexual experiences, and having Jessica sitting in his lap, had gotten him somewhat aroused.

He was glad to be able to get under the covers without her seeing.

Jessica, meanwhile, was trying to calm her nerves. Her heart was pounding as she stared in the mirror and prepared to get into bed herself.

She put on one of her sexier lingerie sets, a sheer satin baby doll with matching bottoms. It really showed off her ample bosom and was short too, revealing her shapely legs right up to the upper thigh.

She wondered if maybe she should wear something a bit tamer. On the other hand, she didn't mind Paul seeing her looking her best.

She even added a bit more perfume and fluffed her hair before heading back out to the bedroom.

Paul looked up as she stepped into the bedroom. Her boobs looked incredible, full and bosomy under the sheer salmon lace. Her legs looked amazing too.

"Um, I'm just going to turn off the overhead light," she said.

She bent over and turned on the bedside lamp, then walked to the door to turn off the main light.

Paul watched her. The way her hips swayed as she walked. The way her toned ass moved under her lingerie.

He felt his cock stiffening.

She turned and walked back to the bed. She could feel Paul's eyes on her. She paused, then walked to the picture window.

Her body was backlit by the lights from the bridge. He could see the outline of her curves. Her luscious breasts, her generous hips, her beautiful ass.

"Curtains open or closed?" she asked, turning to face him.

She was standing with her back slightly arched, her shoulders drawn back. Her nipples were standing out under her lingerie.

Paul felt his cock getting long and hard.

"Open, I think. For now. That's an incredible view. Absolutely beautiful."

She didn't know if he was referring to the Bay Bridge or to her.

Her chest heaved.

"OK," she said breathily, "I'll leave it open for now. For the view."

She moved her shoulders from side to side, then came back to the bed.

She pulled back the covers and sat down, daintily, keeping her knees together.

That she was trying to be discreet while Paul's cock was rock hard seemed the height of irony.

She adjusted her pillows so she could lean against the headboard. She made herself comfortable, with her shoulders back and her breasts looking spectacular.

Paul turned and faced her, leaning on his elbow, his head rested against his hand.

He had a great view of her. Her blonde hair. Her beautiful blue eyes. Her full breasts.

"I gotta tell ya, Jessica," he said. "You look great."

"Thanks," she smiled. "So do you."

He stretched his legs out, scissoring them, and brushed against hers. Skin on skin.

"Oops. Just getting used to the space."

"I just remembered," she said. "You're naked."

"Yeah," he smiled. "I usually sleep naked. I find it much more comfortable."

"I do too, actually. But I'm making an exception tonight."

"Don't do it on my account."

"No, I think it's for the best."

There was a pause.

"I don't think I've ever had a naked man in this bed. I got this place right after my ex-husband died. I think you're the first."

"I find that hard to believe."

"Why?"

"Because of how beautiful you are. And unbelievably sexy."

"OK," she said, "that's enough of that. You'll get me all hot and bothered."

"So?"

She looked at him.

"We talked about this in the car. We're respecting your relationship with my daughter."

"Yeah, and we also talked about taking a phased approach."

She smiled, wryly.

"That was with Bri and Emily. So you could let them down easy."

"And give them the best sexual experience of their lives."

"Yes," she gulped. "As a way of making it easier to swallow."

"So to speak."

She turned to face him, sinking into the pillows.

"But, you're not an easy guy to swallow, are you Paul?"

He smiled.

"I seem to remember you doing a pretty good job."

She lay on her side, facing him, her breasts swelling out of her lingerie. Her voice got softer.

"You think so? Did you enjoy the way I swallowed you?"

"I like the way you swallowed my cum."

She gasped.

"Well, I like how much you cum. So much."

He gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Especially when I'm with you, Jessica. You make me cum so fucking hard."

"Do I really?"


"Yeah, harder than anyone."

She closed her eyes.

"You make me cum so hard too. Harder than anyone."

"You know what I love?" Paul said, whispering. "I love it when I've got you on the massage table. On your back. And you tip your head back. Over the edge. And you just open your mouth and take me inside. God, I love that."

"I love that too," she gasped.

"The way you use your tongue. It makes me want to explode inside your mouth."

"I love when you explode like that. I can feel how much you want me."

"I fill your mouth with my cum. And then you swallow it."

"I love the taste," she said, smiling with her eyes closed.

She opened her eyes, realizing what she was saying.

"Um, anyway," she said, embarrassed.

"No, that was great," he said, excitedly. "Good brainstorm. We're were really riffing off each other."

"Oh... good."

She didn't know that's what they were doing. But she was glad it was helpful.

"I think a massage scenario could be really good for Bri. Followed by some extended cunnilingus. She's like you, she really likes it when I lick her pussy."

"You're quite good at it."

"Maybe I could start off with a massage, get her off with my fingers, then move to my tongue. Then finish her off with some deep penetration. Probably doggy style. That's her favorite."

"That's a wonderful progression. It gets more intense, and pleasurable, as you go."

"Yeah, she's a big fan of multiple orgasms. If she doesn't cum at least three or four times, she gets cranky."

"Wow. You make her cum three or four times?"

"Yeah, she's pretty orgasmic."

"She told me that, one time, you made her cum so hard she actually passed out."

"Yeah, I remember that. She was having the most intense orgasm. Screaming her lungs out. Then, she suddenly went completely quiet. I had to revive her."


"She actually lost consciousness?"

"Yeah, I was concerned. But she checked with her doctor and she said it was triggered by the vagus nerve. Because of the intensity of our fucking. That and probably some hyperventilation."

"Maybe you should try and avoid that."

"Definitely." he chuckled. "I'll do my best to keep her conscious."

"Good plan. What about Emily? What's she into?"

"She's more into the build-up. The conversation that leads to sex. The anticipation. She's big on role-play."

"Really? She's so buttoned down. That surprises me."

"You know how she's really into the young guys on her staff? The twenty-something interns and college hires?"

"Yes, but she'd never do anything with them. Too risky for her career."

"That's right, but it doesn't stop her from fantasizing about 'em."

"Oh, I'm sure."

"That's the angle I wanna take. I'm right in that age group so it's perfect. She's got a thing for young men who work for her? I'll play a young man who works for her."

"Gorgeous young men with big cocks."

Paul smiled and shrugged.

"Sounds like type-casting to me," she smiled. "How about a job interview? She's the hiring manager. You're the eager job applicant."

"That's a great idea. We've done a lot of role-plays -- the hotel room mixups, work off-sites that turn romantic -- but we've never done that one. Maybe a job interview that takes place at home. I think she'll love it."

"Motivated job applicant. Hungry hiring manager. He wants to show how hard he'll work for her."

"All the ingredients for a spicy session."

"And an explosive orgasm."

"That the hope."

"What does she like? In terms of sex?"

"Let's see. She gets off on a lot of different things. I remember Helping Hand is one of her faves."

"I don't know what that is. What is it?"

"Well, you start in traditional doggy style, on all fours, and then you sit up so your back is pressed against my chest."

"Wait, your chest or my chest?"

"No, my chest. Here I'll show you."

He took off the covers and got on his knees. His cock was sticking out like a ruler, long and thick.

"Paul, you're... hard."

"Oh yeah. It's just cause we were talking about sex and everything. Sorry. Anyway, you get on your hands and knees. Facing away from me."

She was so flustered, she did as she was told.

She was on all fours, her butt towards him, her big breasts hanging down.

"And then, I come in behind you, like this."

He walked on his knees between her legs, his pelvis close to her pussy.

"Now, imagine I'm inside you. And we're doing it. Then, you raise up on your knees."

She slowly raised herself up, her back arched.

"Your back is pressed against my chest. See?"

She leaned back against him. She could feel his hard cock nestled between her butt cheeks.

"And the beauty of this position is my hands are free to roam over your body."

He reached his arms around her, his hands an inch away from her body.

"I can caress your breasts, play with your nipples. Or, I can find your clitoris and softly rub it. Or, do both. While, at the same time, thrusting deeply in and out."

He mimed cupping her breasts and fingering her pussy.

"Now, put your hands on top of mine. Emily likes to guide my hands, showing me where she wants to be touched. It puts her in control."

She guided his hands to both breasts, then down to her pussy.

"I can see how this could be very hot," she said.

"Especially combined with deep penetration. I find it leads to a pretty explosive orgasm. For both of us."

Jessica gulped.

"Thanks for showing me that."

She lay down on her side, facing away from him.

He lay on his side too, close to her.

"It gives me access to her erogenous zones, while giving her the ability to steer. I find it's nice for people who like to be in control."

He was laying beside her, spooning her.

"Is this okay?" he asked. "Being this close?"

"Yeah, it's fine. We can keep talking this way."

"Both Bri and Emily really like it from behind. I think they like the deep penetration."

"I'm sure they do," she gasped. "I certainly do. Or did. When we were doing it."

"Why is that, I wonder? Is it cause it's so animalistic?"

"I think it's partly that. Also, the angle of penetration better matches a woman's vagina. That makes it great for going deep."

"That makes sense."

"And, as you said, It keeps your hands free to touch my breasts or rub my clit while you're inside me. That's huge."

"You mean, touch their breasts and clit. Emily and Bri's."

"Yes, of course. Isn't that what I said?"

"You said my breasts and clit."

"Oh. Well, I meant anyone's breasts and clit. Sorry, you're poking me a bit."

His rock-hard cock was pressed against her butt cheek.

"Sorry 'bout that. I don't have a good place to put this."

He reached down, trying to reposition his cock.

"Maybe if you put it... I don't know... between my legs... you'd have more room."

She lifted her top leg to give him space.

"Oh, ok. Thanks."

He guided his cock between her thighs. It was so long, she could see it sticking out between her legs.

"You know, I had a question about doggy style. If I'm doing Bri or Emily from behind, what'd be the best way to touch their breasts. Grabbing them and pumping them from behind? Or, a lighter touch?"

"Well, it depends. Every woman's different. If it were me, I'd like you to start softly. I don't like my breasts to be grabbed right off the bat."

"So, softly like this?"

He gently ran his fingertips along the graceful curve of her bosom.

"Yeah, like that. Gently. Lovingly."

He made little circles around her nipple. Soft, gentle circles.

"And can you feel it through your nightie? Or would I need to touch their bare skin?"

"Oh, I can feel it. Just the pressure of your fingers is exciting. And the thought that you're actually touching me so intimately."

"Can we try it with direct skin contact and compare?"

He slowly pulled the straps of her negligee off her shoulders, revealing her beautiful, melon-like breasts.

With a feathery touch, he ran his fingertips over her nipples.

"That feels really good."

He rolled both her nipples with the pads of his fingertips until they were standing up.

"And I had a question about your pussy too. I was wondering, would it feel good if I rubbed the head of my cock against your pussy. Like this?"

He reached down and pressed his cockhead against her slit. Then rocked his pelvis, sliding it up and down her wetness.
 


"That feels wonderful," she gasped. "It so hard and yet so soft."

"And you're so wet."

"Yes," she gasped. "But Paul, I thought we said we wouldn't do this."

"Well, we said we wouldn't have intercourse."

"That's true. And we're not. Technically, speaking."

"But maybe we should rethink that. You were very convincing about the wisdom of a phased approach. Easing into the new reality. Instead of doing it all at once."


"It could be better psychologically. To give us a chance to adapt. And accept."

He was rocking his pelvis, sliding his hard cock up and down her labia.

"I just know I'm incredibly attracted to you," he said. "You can see how turned on I am. That's because I find you so sexy, so enticing, so incredibly fuckable. All night long, I've been thinking about holding you close in my arms, kissing your neck, and stroking you with my cock."

"Oh, Paul!"

"I know we need to transition to a new way of being together. And I'm sure we'll be able to do that. Eventually. But not now. Not when every part of my body is screaming I need to make love to you."

"I need that too! Oh Paul! Make love to me! Please!"

He pulled her nightie off of her, planting kisses on her shoulders, neck, and breasts.

Her body was squirming with desire.

"I want to lick you first. I want to make love to your pussy with my tongue."

"I want that too."

He knelt between her legs and kissed her softly on her inner thighs. Working his way to her now dripping wet pussy.

He brushed his wet tongue across her lips, bathing it in his saliva. He rocked his head, sliding his broad, flat tongue up and down her entire pussy.

All the while, he watched her face, gauging her reaction, making sure she was loving it.

It didn't take long before she was arching her back and moaning with pleasure. She adored the way he ate her pussy. She always had, ever since that first time in the gazebo.

And he knew just how to do it, to take her up the elevator. How to vary it, and when to stick to something when it was really working.

And boy, was it working.

He had her moaning in minutes, arching her back and shivering with desire.

She reached her first orgasm as he was sucking her clit. Gently, but relentlessly, while tickling her pink nub with his tongue.

She came so hard she screamed.

When it came time to fill her with his rock-hard cock, he knew it had to be from behind.

He positioned her on all fours facing the foot of the bed. So they'd have a good view of the twinkling lights on the Bay Bridge. He got on his knees behind her and leaned back, sitting on his haunches.

His towering cock was standing straight up.

She backed up to him, slipping her feet under his thighs.

She positioned herself over his cock, her arms supporting her upper body on the bed.

He wanted to let her decide how much of him to take and how fast. He hadn't had sex for almost a week and his cock was especially big.

For Paul, that was a really long time.

He leaned back and let her press her wet pussy against swollen cock head. She lowered herself down, feeling him spreading her pussy lips.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" she cried.

He watched as her glistening pussy enveloped his cock.

She took a third of him inside her and started to rock her pelvis. He knew she was acclimating herself. Getting used to his size.

He wasn't thrusting into her. That would come later. He was leaning back on his heels, giving her a solid base to push against.

She was rocking her pelvis faster now, her breath ragged.

Her mouth was open, her hair hanging down. She was moaning nonstop.

They were just getting started and already it felt incredible.

She spread her knees a little wider, changing the angle. She took him deeper. He gave her ass a slap to signal his approval.

She was rocking her hips faster now. Twerking on his cock. Her big breasts bouncing.

She was taking him deep now, moaning loudly.

When she seemed to be tiring, Paul raised himself up and kissed her on the neck. Slowly, he pressed her down onto the bed.

He reached down and slid one of her legs forward. Then, he straddled her lower leg and hovered over her, supported by his two arms.

He slid his cock deep inside her and started thrusting like a piston.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" she cried.

This was Lazy Dog position. One of her favorites. It allowed him to go really deep.

He was reaching her A-spot now, ratcheting up her pleasure by an order of magnitude. Her moans became shrieks.

He was bracing himself on his two muscular arms, his mouth at her ear. She was caressing his bicep, feeing his sinewy muscle.

He alternated between kissing her neck and whispering into her ear.

"I love making love to you, Jessica. I always have and I always will."

She moaned with pleasure, both from the feeling of his cock deep inside her and from what he was whispering.

"Emily and Bri? They're nothing compared to you. You're the one I want. You're the one I looked forward to fucking every week. Not them."

"You wanted me?" she gasped.

"I wanted you so bad. I dreamt about you. I dreamt about doing this. Sinking my cock into you. My big hard cock. No one makes me harder than you."


Her body shook as her orgasm approached.

"I love how hard you get. For me."

"Because of you," he whispered. "Cause you're so sexy. So unbelievably sexy. You make me big. You make me hard."

He was thrusting deep inside her, reaching all the way to her A-spot, edging her closer and closer to cumming.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she cried. "I want your hard cock! I want it! Give it to me! Give it to me!"

He thrust into her with his whole body, bottoming out deep in her pussy.

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum on your big hard cock!"

"Cum for me, baby! You're so beautiful when you cum!"

"Yes! Yes! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

She was screaming now, her body convulsing.

"You're so beautiful! So beautiful!"

Her body was shaking, her pussy contracting around his cock.

He kept it up, thrusting into her until she couldn't take anymore. Then he lay next to her, softly caressing her face.

When she finally opened her eyes, she was still, out of breath.

"That was amazing."

"You got more in you?"

"You bet. What do you wanna do?"

He sat on the edge of the bed, his feet on the floor.

"Wanna sit on my lap?"

"You know I do," she smiled.

She knelt on the bed, facing him.

He stood his hard cock straight up.

She lowered herself onto him.

He was still rock hard. Naturally. He always seems to be hard, she thought.

She hooked her feet on his thighs and started to raise and lower herself.

He cupped her big breasts with his hands, his lips kissing her face.

She was yelping with every stroke.

He gripped her waist with both hands and took over rocking her on his cock.

Her cries became more frantic, her body twitching and squirming.

He didn't let up, raising and lowering her on his long cock. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open. He could tell she was cumming again.

This was a quieter, more sedate orgasm than before. After it passed, she nestled her face in the crook of his neck.

After catching her breath, she began undulating her body, rotating her hips to find new sensations.

Paul sensed it was time to change things up. He hadn't cum yet and his cock was still hard.

"Hang on," he said.

He stood up, holding her in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him, and wrapped her legs around his hips.

He slipped his forearms under her thighs, his hands gripping her butt cheeks.

He held her fast as his pelvis pumped into her.

Her mouth was next to his ear and he could hear her every moan and gasp.

He picked up the pace and her moans became more passionate, more desperate.

Her body was twitching as her orgasm approached yet again.

He carried her to the picture window, turning sideways to give her a look.

"Check out the view."

She turned her head to look out at the bridge, while still being impaled by his cock.

Because of his strength, holding her this way was no problem for him. He walked out to the living room, fucking her in the kitchen, then opening the sliding glass door with his foot.

He took her onto the balcony, the entire cityscape before them.

He figured she'd like the feeling of the cool night air. She always loved the cool ocean breeze on her bare skin when they made love in her gazebo in Pleasure Point.

They both looked out at the lights of the city, the waterfront, Yerba Buena and Alcatraz.

He set her down, next to the railing. He turned her around, facing the view, and stood behind her. 



He bent her over the railing and spread her legs.

She knew what was coming. They'd done it this way so many times in her gazebo. Looking out at the ocean. With him ravishing her from behind.

It was one of her favorite ways to make love. It always gave her the most intense orgasms.

He guided his big cock to her swollen, dripping pussy.

He pressed his pelvis forward, penetrating her.

The way his cock spread her pussy lips felt incredible.

He began thrusting into her, steadily, without letting up.

She arched her back and stuck out her ass. This is what she wanted. To feel him take her from behind.

He was thrusting faster now. His pace matching the energy of the city.

She was crying out with every thrust, her arms braced against the railing.

He rotated his hips, sliding his cock all the way inside her.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried.

She lay her face on her forearm, her ass up in the air, inviting him to go even deeper.

He held her by the hips and buried his cock deep inside her.

She screamed even louder.

He put his face next to hers, whispering in her ear.

"I'm gonna take you back inside and finish you off. OK?"

She felt like he'd already finished her off. What more could he possibly do?

He picked her up in his arms, his pelvis pressed against her ass. She hooked her feet around him.

He carried her back inside, stood with his back to the womb chair, and slowly sat down.

He leaned back, his hips scootched forward. And she leaned back too, against his chest, her breasts facing the ceiling.

They lay their heads back, side by side.

He began to thrust his cock into her, at a steady pace, while at the same time playing with her clit with the pads of his fingers.

Her moans were guttural, animalistic.

He had one hand on her thigh, holding her steady, while the other massaged her clit.

She had one hand on his thigh for stability, and was caressing her own breast with the other.

She was able to relax completely, feeling totally safe and secure as she lay against his chest.

She put her feet on the arms of the chair, her knees spread wide. It was like she was saying 'I trust you completely - take me.'

He picked up the pace, jackhammering her from below while fingering her clit. His thrusts were making her breasts giggle and bounce.

She put her lips next to his ear, whispering.

"I love fucking you!" she gasped. "I love it so much!"

She was breathing hard now, panting.

"Yeah?" he gasped. "You like how deep I go?"

He pressed his cock deep inside her.

She let out a low moan.

"I love how deep you go! No one's ever gone so deep!"

She was frantic. Her body shaking.

"Yeah?" he said, speeding up his thrusts. "You're gonna cum for me?"

Her body was vibrating now, spasming.

"I'm gonna cum so hard! You're gonna make me cum so hard!"

He kept vibrating her clit, impaling her with his cock.

"You want me to cum with you?" he gasped.

"Yeeeeeeeeeesssssssss!" she shrieked.

He slammed his pelvis into her. Hard. Again and again.

"Squeeze my tits!" she moaned. "Squeeze my tits and make me cum!"

He gave her breast a squeeze, then tweaked her nipple, while rubbing her clit.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she shrieked.

He kept pounding her pussy with his cock.

"Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee!" she screamed.

He could feel her pussy contracting around his cock. He knew she was cumming. Cumming all over his cock.

He thrust his cock as deep as he could go. And held it.

She screamed again.

He thrust a second time. Hard. Evoking another scream.

The third time was the charm.

He felt electricity shoot through his entire body as huge volumes of cum shot out of his cock and deep into her pussy.

"I'm cuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmming!" he yelled.

He was buried inside her. Bottomed out. Spraying cum deep in her pussy.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkk!" she screamed.

She was convulsing now, her body in spasm.

He grabbed her by the hips, and pulled her down onto his cock.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed again.


They were face to face, both in the throes of an ultimate orgasm.

When their breathing returned to normal, he turned to her.

"I felt like I exploded inside you," he whispered.

"You did!" she gasped. "You filled me up with your cum!"

She pressed her forehead against his, her chest heaving.

They lay that way for a long time, dozing, reveling in the afterglow of one of the most intense lovemaking sessions of their lives.

The spell was broken by a loud knock on the door.

Jessica sat up with a start.

She got off of him and moved to the door. She was stark naked.

"Who is it?" she asked, looking through the peephole.

A man's voice could be heard from the hallway.

"SF Police. Open up."

Jessica looked at Paul wide-eyed.

He immediately bolted for the bedroom.

"One moment, please," Jessica said.

She quickly went to the bedroom and grabbed her silk robe. She put it on as she moved to the doorway.

She opened the door.

Two uniformed cops, a man and a woman, were standing outside.

"Yes, officers? What is it?"

"We've had a report of yells and screams coming from this apartment. Can we enter?"

"Yes, of course," she said, opening the door wider.

Paul was standing bare chested, wearing only his pants. He stood to the side and let Jessica do the talking.

The cops looked at Paul suspiciously and back at Jessica. Then they scanned the room.

They seemed to be looking for any signs of violence.

"We'd like to interview you individually."

"Yes, of course."

The male cop, in his 40s, gestured to Paul to step into the bedroom.

The female cop, in her 30s, stayed with Jessica.

They asked for Jessica and Paul's full names and addresses. Jessica tried to explain that she owned the condo and Paul was her guest. She started to tell the female cop that they'd gone to the playoff game when she cut her off.

"Was this man aggressive with you in any way?"

"No, of course not. He's not like that."

"Did he raise his hand to you? Maybe slap you around a little bit? Get a little rough?"

"No, not at all. He's a lover, not a fighter. He'd never be violent."

Meanwhile, the male cop was questioning Paul in the bedroom, writing notes in a small notepad.

"Have the two of you been consuming alcohol?"

"We had one drink. A gin and tonic."

"And have you been arguing? Mixing it up?"

"No, not a bit. The opposite, really. We were making love."

The cop looked at the disheveled bed, the clothes thrown on the floor.

"You a fan of rough sex? You like being a tough guy?"

"No, no," Paul said. "No, we're not into that."

Back in the living room, Jessica was trying to explain the evening's events to the female cop who seemed increasingly impatient.

"So, after talking about transitioning our relationship from a sexual to a more platonic one, we decided that maybe a gradual approach would work better."

"And was that when he started to take your clothes off?"

"Well, actually, I changed into my nightie. He was already naked in bed."

"And when you go to bed, did he force himself on you?"

"No, not at all. We were cuddling. He was spooning me. And I could feel he was starting to get excited."

"Was that when he started getting rough with you?"

"No, he was very sweet. He was telling me how beautiful I was. How much he appreciated me. And I could feel he was getting hard."

"I see. And did you tell him to stop?"

"No, I told him to put it between my legs. I thought he'd be more comfortable that way."

"You told him to put his penis between your legs?"

"That's right. He's on the large side and there really wasn't any other place to put it."

"I see. So, when did the screaming start and why?"

"Well, as I said, he's rather big. And an exceptional lover. Incredible, really."

"You were screaming because..."

"Because I was cumming so hard."

"And this was all happening in the bedroom?"

"No, he carried me to the living room. And the kitchen. Then, out to the balcony. And then we did it here. In this chair."

She looked at the chair. It was sitting next to the sliding glass door which was still wide open.

"And when the two of you were... having relations with each other... was that sliding door open like that?"

"I guess it was."

The woman cop, nodded. She was putting the pieces together.

"Frank," she called to the other cop.

The male cop came into the living room, followed by Paul.

"I think I know what happened," the female cop said.

"Yeah, whaddya got?"

"Well, I didn't find any evidence of domestic violence. It's more of a case of... well... extreme passion combined with some inadequate noise management."

"Extreme passion, huh?"

The woman cop looked at Paul, his handsome face, his brown tousled curls, his tall and muscular body.

"Apparently, lover boy here is pretty damn good in the sack."

"Is that right?"

Paul shrugged.

"And the lady gets pretty demonstrative when... properly motivated. Plus, they were using the balcony and this chair as their play pen with the sliding door open."

"OK," the male cop said, closing his notepad. "I think we can skip citing them for disturbing the peace."

"Just try and be a little more cognizant of the noise you're making. Especially late at night. I'll sure your neighbors will appreciate it."

The female cop closed the sliding glass door.

"And keep windows and doors shut. Especially when you're in the company of... uniquely talented young men."

The female cop took another look at Paul, his torso, and the way he was filling out his pants.

"You know," she said to Paul, "maybe I should get your phone number. In case we have some follow-up questions."

"C'mon," her partner said, caustically. "I think we're all done here."

He opened the door to show her out.

"Thank you, officers," Jessica said, holding the door. "Sorry for the trouble."

She shut the door behind them and turned to Paul. They both burst into laughter.

"Oh. My. God." she said. "That was embarrassing."

"Sheesh. Apartment living. Makes me miss your gazebo."

They walked side by side towards the bedroom.

"Helluva story though," he shrugged. "Uniquely talented? Huh."

She gave him a playful sock on the shoulder.

He gave her a pinch on the butt.

The next morning, driving back to Atherton, both Jessica and Paul were excited about their burgeoning business opportunity.

"I'll call Bri and Emily and float the idea," she said, excitedly. "Tell them you're looking to sunset your business and want to offer them one last opportunity for extreme sexual fulfillment."

"Tailor made to maximize their pleasure."

"An unprecedented experience, requiring an unprecedented infusion of stock into your college fund."

He looked over at her.

"What do you think we could make for something like that?"

"Honestly, I don't know," she said, shaking her head. "But rest assured, I'm going to let them come up with the first number."

"I'm lucky to have you negotiating for me," Paul smiled.

"While I'm at it," she said, "I can see if I can get a few dates that work for them."

"Ideally, I'd like to do Emily first," he said. "As soon as next weekend. I have a pertty good idea for what I want to do with her. For Bri, I need a little more time. Maybe the following weekend. She's always looking for something new. I gotta come up with something really special for her."

"You think you can by then?"

"Oh, yeah," he said, confidently. "I'll do some research and come up with a few ideas. And maybe run 'em by you."

She gave him a sly smile.

"I can help you test drive some of those ideas. If you want."

He looked over at her, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah? You wanna do some research with me?"

"I wanna do some deep research with you."

"I'd love to go deep with you," he smiled, suavely. "Really deep."

She reached over, placed her hand right on his cock, and gave him a squeeze.

"As part of our transition plan?" she asked, sexily.

"Absolutely."

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