A. Jacks - Two-way Lust

“Yesssss,” she hissed out her delight. “That’s it. Fuck me, fuck me.”

In and out, out and in, his persistent prick reamed. Up and down, down and up, her hips matched each stroke of his cock. Her fingers constantly played with his balls, adding a fanning breeze to the flames she knew burned within his groin.

Higher and higher her own desire raced. And she came, whimpering and crying as ecstasy once more bathed every cell of her young, supple body.

Atop her, he stiffened, his body going rigid. His cock slammed in, rooting itself deeply in the clinging pink folds of her pussy. He groaned out, deep and long.

Up from his aching balls, the flood of two years raced. It seared up through the pulsing shaft of his cock. Outward it came, scalding the hyper-sensitive flesh of his glans. He blasted into her, unleashing the torrent of sperm and semen he had held back all through the night.

They came together, making it seem even more delicious to the raven-haired beauty who quivered and shook under his own shuddering frame.

He drained himself, emptying what seemed like a gallon to two into her cunt. Only when that last twitch of pleasure left his cock, did his muscles relax and he sagged into her body, trembling with exhaustion.

She held him close, her hands lovingly fondling over his body. She felt his breathing deepen and knew he slept. She smiled, her own drowsiness drawing her toward sleep… but before she too drifted away, her gaze happened to move to the bedroom window. The pink glow of the rising sun beamed in. She smiled, fully satisfied.

Melinda and Phil stepped from the shower and playfully toweled each other dry. Naked and still laughing they walked into the kitchen, where Melinda cooked eggs and bacon for both of them.

“The life of luxury,” Phil chuckled. “I feel like a million.”

“So do I,” Melinda replied. “Last night…”

“This morning,” Phil corrected. “It’s 2 P.M..”

She smiled. “This morning was terrific. You’re really quite a man, Philip Howard. I was beginning to believe that there weren’t any men left in this world, just boys over the age of twenty-one.”

“You’ve got a way about you that brings out the best in a man,” he grinned, leaning over to kiss her. “This morning was something else. I could easily become addicted to you.”

She gazed at him a moment, seeing he was serious. “So could I.”

He kissed her again in reply, then rose from the table. “Now, I’d best get dressed and get back to Susan’s and Jace’s. They’re probably home from the city by now and wondering where I am. I didn’t realize my gallant rescue last night would lead to…” he paused, searching for the right words.

“A night with a ball freak,” Melinda said.

“I wasn’t going to put it that way,” he said.

“I know. You were going to say something nice… and dishonest,” she said. “I’m a ball freak, Phil. I like to get into bed with a man and fuck. It’s that simple. If a man feels that I’m a whore for doing the same thing he likes to do, then that’s his problem. I can usually sense the way he feels. If he’s got that hang-up, then I won’t see him again. I won’t let myself be stifled by a double standard that’s been plaguing this society since Victorian times.”

She paused to let him answer, but he didn’t say anything. “Last night was good, Phil. You needed a woman and I needed a man. We had sex and we both enjoyed. It was honest.”

He nodded in agreement.

“And to be strictly honest,” she continued, “I’d like it to happen again…”

He moved to her, taking her in his arms and kissing her long and passionately. “To hell with Susan and Jace. I don’t want to leave right now.”

They moved back into the bedroom. Melinda directed him to stretch out on the bed. She then used her mouth on his cock until it stood stiff and erect, like a fleshy flagpole jutting from his crotch. When she pulled away, she eyed her work for a moment with a pleased smile plying on her lips.

“You taste good,” she said, looking up at him. “Now, let me do the work this time. I hope you don’t have a hang-up about the woman taking the top position. Because, I intend to fuck you.”

The deep redheaded man laughed and shook his head. “No inhibition about plowing the sky.”

“Good!” Melinda replied. “Now I’m going to fuck the hell out of you.”

Straddling his waist, she slowly lowered herself onto the rigid spike of his sex. She sighed as the length of his cock eased up into the waiting mouth of her cunt, then filled her.

Like a hungry cat, she balled him until she and he came together once again. Then she used her mouth to get him up again and fucked him once more. Her bedside clock read 5 P.M. when he finally managed to rise and dress.

“Don’t go back to sleep on me,” he said when he left. “We’ve got a date for dinner at seven, then we’ll take in a movie or something.”

“I’d rather have the something,” she called after him.

Feeling warm and wonderful, the dark-haired woman returned for another shower. Yesterday, her world seemed bleak and dreary. Today everything was rosy and delicious. Perhaps it would be a short-lived feeling. She didn’t care. If it were only for tonight, it would be better than the past six months.

Climbing from the shower and drying herself, Melinda went to her closet and pondered. She shoved aside the jeans and blouses and carefully studied each of her dresses, at last selecting a slinky black evening gown that dipped sexily at the neckline. Phil might show up in jeans, but she didn’t care. Tonight, she was going to knock the eyes out of his head.

For a moment, she thought about taking two steaks from the refrigerator and fixing dinner in her apartment, then decided against it. Phil said he was taking her out to dinner. She would let him, even if it were for hamburgers.

She then moved to her dressing table and selected the most seductive perfume she had and dabbed behind her ears and touched a drop to the valley between her tits. Her makeup was light, a bit of lipstick, a brush of blush and just enough powder to stop her nose from shining.

She wore no slip beneath her dress, preferring to allow the light to play through the fabric and reveal the silhouettes of her long legs. Nor did she wear a bra or panties. They would only be in the way later. Poising before the mirror, she carefully eyed herself, pleased with her definitely seductive appearance.

Promptly at seven, the doorbell rang. Phil stood outside in a three-piece suit and carrying a dozen long stemmed roses. She took them, sniffing their fragrance.

“Here’s another present,” Phil said, handing her a box.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“A carburetor kit,” he replied. “I thought I’d repair your car tomorrow.”

“Sounds like you plan on spending another night.”

“If you’ll have me.”

“I’ll have you,” she replied coyly, letting him know just how she would have him.

He grinned and kissed her. “Now, I’m afraid I’ll have to let you select a good place to eat. I don’t know enough about this town to be able to select a restaurant that will impress a beautiful woman.”

“I don’t need that type of impression,” Melinda answered. “I’ve already got the most important one. But I do like seafood. How’s that sound to you?”

“Great,” he said, waving her from the apartment.

The dinner went great. They talked first about Phil’s two years in the Peace Corps, then about her own life. Melinda found herself opening to the young man, enjoying the attention he gave freely and the interest he offered. They danced, holding each other closely while a three-piece combo played soft, slow romantic tunes.