A. Jacks - Two-way Lust

“Now,” Phil eventually said. “I promised you a movie.”

“I’d rather not,” Melinda said. “If you don’t mind. To be honest, I’d much rather get you in bed and…”

“Enough said,” he grinned widely. “However, if I allow you to compromise my virtue this night, you have to promise to take in a Woody Allen festival with me tomorrow night.”

“Agreed,” Melinda grinned, then taking Phil’s arm, led him from the restaurant.

Outside, the night was clear. Melinda stared up to the stars, feeling wonderful, while Phil unlocked the car, then opened the door for her.

“Did Jace and Susan get back in town?” she asked when he slid behind the steering wheel and started the car.

“Yes,” he answered, easing the car from the parking lot and turning toward her apartment. “Seems they managed to pick up some new assignments.”

“Did you tell them about last night?”

He looked at her and shook his head. “I just said I had found this fantastic beauty and they weren’t to expect me home until early tomorrow morning.”

Melinda nodded, feeling a bit easier. For some reason, she didn’t want her brother and his wife intruding on Phil and her time together. Phil glanced at her again, a strange expression on his face, but he didn’t press the utter further.

Within a few minutes, they wheeled into her apartment parking lot and quickly made their way to her apartment.

“Would you like a drink?” Melinda offered.

“No. I just need a double shot of you.”

Phil took her in his arms, kissing long and passionately. She melted against him, rolling the firm cones of her breasts over his, chest. Her pelvis undulated against the crotch of his pants. She smiled inwardly, delighting in her own sensuality and the desire she ignited in this graduate student.

Phil’s hands crept down her back, then covered the perky cheeks of her ass. He squeezed, molding the firm demi-globes still covered by her black, slinky dress. She moaned around the tongue playfully exploring her mouth.

“Mmmmmmm,” she sighed when their lips parted. “That feels so good. I love your hands on me.”

“I was hoping you would,” he replied, a lusty gleam in his green eyes. “I’ve been watching this beautiful ass all night and wondering…”

“Wondering?” She moaned again when his hands squeezed down firmly into her asscheeks.

“How you feel about having me here?” His hands clamped down once again, to make sure she knew exactly what he was proposing.

“Hmmmmm.” She batted her long eyelashes coyly and glanced modestly to the floor. Then she stared back at him. “I’ll let you know, as soon as I can get out of these clothes.”

With a quick kiss, she eased from his arms and stepped back. Tucking an arm behind her, she tugged her dress’s zipper downward and wiggled free of the black fabric. His eyes went as wide as saucers when he saw she wore nothing beneath. Immediately his hands began to peel away and discard the layers of his own clothing.

With his eyes watching her every movement, she sank to the floor of the living room and posed on her hands and knees. She purposely pushed the pink globes of her hind cheeks into the air and wiggled her ass, tempting him. If he had any doubt about her willingness to have a man take her in the ass, he didn’t exhibit it now. The red-haired student pulled down his jockey shorts and tossed them away. He then dropped to his knees behind her.

“Have I told you that you’re beautiful?” he whispered, his arms reaching around her waist then moving upward to capture the slightly pendulous cones of her tits. “If I haven’t, then let me correct a dreadful oversight. Melinda Tuning, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls you’re about to bugger,” she said, cooing softly while he toyed with her breasts, creating all sorts of warm, trembly sensations within her.

When her nipples swelled and stood stiff and a moist flow of juices dampened her quim, his hands slid downward, one covering the mound of her cunt and the other caressing the upturned cheeks of her buttocks. With the sexy thoroughness she had come to expect from this man, he carefully prepared her body for the stiff invasion of her asshole.

Dipping a finger into the wet channel of her cunt, he then moved the slickened finger to her anus. He used her own pussy lubricants to moisten her ass, carefully coating the tight, round hole.

She moaned and trembled, enjoying the probing fingers that moved from cunt to ass, wiggling and drilling. She shivered in anticipation of the fatness that would soon slide up to pack the tiny mouth of her anus.

Urging her to relax, the man behind her then pulled the half-moons of her rump apart. The throbbing head of his cock pressed to the drawn ring of her anus. She quivered under the intimate contact, but forced her body to relax. His hips pressed inward with a slow, but steadily increasing pressure.

“Ahhhh!” Her natural resistance gave way. The fat head of his prod popped into the viselike confines of her asshole. “It feels so big!”

It did! She felt every inch of his engorged cock as it slipped into the channel of her backside. She felt the delicate membrane of her asshole mold around his thick length like a glove, squeezing tightly to his circumference. She felt every quiver and jerk of his massive tool.

“Tight,” he groaned from behind her. “You’re so damn tight!”

She wiggled her haunches a bit, whipping him around within her. He groaned again, slowly pulling back, then easing in once again. He moved carefully, allowing her time to accustom herself to his size and depth of strokes. Only when she assured him she was totally ready did the graduate student up the tempo of his ass reaming.

Her whole body trembled as the hot, fiery sensations generated by his stiff rod swirled through her. She rocked and hunched, meeting the in-out motion of his pelvis. She clamped down, gripping at his cock with all her strength, an action, she realized, that created a tight friction that fired the surface of his prick.

Gratefully, his hands returned to her chest and recaptured the swaying forms of her tits. While his cock fucked her ass, his hands tugged and squeezed the ripe, aching cones, doubling the pleasure of their coupling.

In and out the fleshy staff of his cock reamed the round channel of her asshole. She felt like a volcano nearing eruption. Each deep-drilling stroke of his sex sent shuddery lust running up her spine. Her body responded. She threw herself back, impaling herself on his swollen lance. When he pulled back, she eased from him, then hunched back. She fucked herself on his cock, while he poled her.

“I’m close,” he whispered, leaning forward on her back.

She didn’t mind. Her own need was driving her closer and closer to the edge of climax.

Harder and deeper, his cock drove into the gripping confines of her rear. She hunched and wiggled. She moaned and groaned. She fucked and screwed herself onto his joystick. And she came.

A moment after her quaking ecstasy began, he came, flooding the fiery channel of her bowels with a steaming fountain of sperm and semen.

Melinda awoke the next morning, lazily reaching out to hug the man beside her. Last night had been marvelous. What had started in the living room, ended in her bed after hours of nonstop sex.

Her eyes opened wide. Phil was gone. She glanced at her night clock. It read noon. “Phil?” she called out softly, then a bit louder, “Phil?”

No one answered.

Slipping from the bed, she hastily checked the rooms of her apartment. Phil wasn’t there, nor did she find a note anywhere. An aching hollowness filled the pit of her stomach. Was this the way it ended, Phil quietly leaving without a word of goodbye while she slept?