This is the second installment of a multi-part series featuring Jake Rogers, a well hung Army vet and domineering lover who works as a "traveler", an ER nurse living out of an Airmstream trailer while doing three month hospital stints. Per usual, all characters are fictitious and of legal age.
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"Okay, let's do 'Wagon Wheel' in G," a guy playing mandolin called out as he started up the song, "Headed down south to the land of the pine, I'm thumbin' my way into North Caroline, starin' up the road, pray to God I see headlights."
Like most everyone in the room, Jake had played this classic song countless times and strummed along on his guitar, adding in some extra licks to spice things up before joining in with a low harmony on the chorus, "Rock me mama like a wagon wheel, Rock me mama any way you feel, hey, hey, mama rock me."
Sitting next to Jake in the back room of the coffee shop was a pretty woman about his age with wavy should length brown hair and glasses who was intently watching his hands as he played. A less skilled guitar player than he, she'd made it a point to sit by Jake so she could follow along. But the fact that he was tall, chiseled and handsome also wasn't lost on her.
She was a visiting professor at the college there in Colorado Springs. And though she'd met some interesting people at the school, she hadn't been laid in over a month; a record for her. So after meeting Jake at the previous week's gathering, she was hoping he might give her more than just some guitar pointers.
Deciding to make her move when everyone was packing up at the end of the session, she approached Jake and asked, "Hey cowboy, can I buy you a beer?"
There was a bar down the street where some of the players gathered post jam. So after finding a high top in a back corner, Jake grabbed a couple of beers and shots and then he and the professor proceeded to get acquainted. She learned he was a traveling ER nurse and an Army vet, working at the local hospital on a three month contract and living in his Airstream parked on a ranch outside of town. And he discovered she was an art history scholar doing a yearlong professor exchange between her school back east and the local college.
After a couple rounds of drinks the professor had moved her stool close to Jake's and made clear that she was his and ready to rumble. So deciding to move things along, Jake took her hand and put it on his crotch, letting her feel the length and breadth of what she was in for.
"I'm ready to go back to your place and unleash this big fella," he said, "But there's a few things you need to know. First off, as you can tell, I'm really hung. So I'll probably be the biggest guy you've ever been with, and you'll get stretched a bit. Secondly, when we fuck, it'll probably get pretty wild, and I may ask you to do things you've never done before. But I won't hurt you, and you can use a safe word and tap out at any time."
"And the last thing," he continued, "I'll be in charge."
The professor had never been with a man as candid as this. But she liked it, and was willing to play by his rules. And as she continued to grope the python in his jeans, she couldn't wait to get her lips wrapped around his thick shaft.
"Okay, I've got it, and I'm all in," she said, giving him a lusty smile as she slid off of her chair and motioned towards the door, "So let's go!"
However, when she stood up it became clear, given what she'd had to drink, that her getting behind the wheel of her car and driving home was a bad idea, so she accepted Jake's offer for a ride. And before he'd even started up his truck, she was leaning over and kissing his neck and gripping his growing bulge.
Though she was a forthright woman, throwing herself at a guy in this way wasn't the professor's usual behavior. But there was something about Jake that got her really stirred up. Sure, he had the looks and easy charm that women drooled over. And the meat he was packing promised to be extraordinary. But it was his funny, sincere manner that had won her. As they'd talked at the bar, he'd been genuinely interested in her work. He'd asked about her family and upbringing, and about her research work. And he'd listened, which few people did, especially in the competitive, self-centered world of academia.
With her pretty face and shapely figure, she was a confident woman. Though thanks to her looks and intellect, she could be intimidating to some guys. But not Jake. Despite being a tall cowboy hunk with a laconic western drawl, he was no dummy. Not by a long shot.
The college had set her up in a furnished bungalow on campus they kept for visiting professors. And though she was anxious to get Jake inside and naked, it was an early spring evening and he stopped to admire the buds on the trees in the front yard, saying their names like they were old friends. And then he bent down and examined some crocus flowers just starting to pop up.
But when they finally got inside, the professor learned what he'd meant about his being in charge. Because after kicking off his boots he said, "I'll fix us a drink and you go in the bedroom and light some candles," and then he strode into the kitchen and checked out her liquor options.
Carrying two glasses of bourbon, he soon joined the professor in the bedroom as she lit the last candle left behind by the bungalow's previous tenant. Then leaning against the door frame he said, "Now undress for me."
Standing next to the bed, the professor did as he asked, though now feeling oddly shy about disrobing for the man she'd been all over only minutes before.
But with a demure look she undid her pants and slipped them off, and did the same with her blouse. Then standing before him in her lacy white bra and panties, she gave him a "What next?" shrug.
Starting to unbutton his shirt, Jake made a "keep going" motion with his hand. So she unclasped her bra and tossed it aside, freeing her lovely C cup tits to droop sexily onto her chest.
"Nice," he said softly as he admired her breasts with their big brown areolas and wide nipples. Tossing the shirt aside, exposing his hairy muscular chest and rippled abdomen, he gave her a "keep going" nod, so she slipped off her panties, revealing the light brown thatch that covered her pussy.
Nodding with approval at her naked body, Jake undid his jeans and slid them off. And once stripped down to just his BVD's, the professor got a better view of what she'd been groping. The outlined bulge of his huge cock stretched the front of his briefs like a python stuffed in a sack, and she gave an involuntary moan, "Oh, wow!"
"Come here and take it out," Jake commanded in a soft but firm voice. And she responded, getting down on her knees, stroking and kissing his cock through his briefs before grabbing the waistband and easing them down over his ripped organ.
As she did, his partially erect phallus swung out like a third arm, long and thick with a big helmet head that made his tool look like some kind of medieval weapon. As he kicked off his briefs, she grabbed and ogled his wondrous member before running her tongue up and down its shaft, then stretching her mouth over its head.
"Yeah, that's right, uh huh," Jake whispered as she took more of his growing meat into her mouth. "Now spit on it. Yeah, again."
With his saliva covered cock gleaming in the candlelight, the professor continued her oral reconnaissance of his girthy marvel as it continued to stretch and swell. It was by far the biggest cock she'd ever encountered, and rivaled those of some hung porn stars whose videos she'd rubbed off to. Working it into her stretched maw, she realized how women could become big cock whores. She was only nominally religious, but Jake's golden phallus was definitely an altar where she could worship.
As the professor reverently sucked on his tool, Jake held her head and shoved his cock deeper into her throat until her gag reflex kicked in and she pulled off, looking up at him submissively, ready to do whatever he asked.
On the drive over, she'd told him her safe word was "Apple", in reference to the biblical forbidden fruit. And he'd reached into the truck's glove box and pulled out a zippered travel pouch containing lube, condoms and a bottle of "morning after" pills. He told her his preference was to go unsheathed, but he'd wear a condom if needed. So having already dispensed with those details, it was game on.
"Now wrap your sweet tits around my cock," Jake instructed, admiring her fleshy rack from above as she pushed her breasts together and made a soft bun for his meat. Moving his hips, he slid his enveloped cock back and forth in her cleavage. Intuiting his next demand, the professor dropped more saliva into her tit's crevasse, adding a viscous condiment to their pig in a blanket.
Bobbing her mouth on his cock's head each time it appeared, she slurped and sucked until Jake said, "Alright professor, now go lie back on the bed and spread your legs," Hoping this meant he was going to mount her and stretch her inflamed pussy with his huge cock, the professor did as he asked. But as she positioned herself on the bed, he just leaned back against the door frame and slowly stroked his slick beast.
"Show me how you touch yourself when you masturbate," was his next demand. And though she longed to have him inside her, she slid her hand into her pussy. "Yeah, that's right, don't be shy," he continued, "Really rub one out for me. Uh huh, yeah, that's so fucking hot. Blood's rushing to your pussy and your labia's gettin' all puffed up and red. So sexy, baby. So sexy!"
As she rubbed her twat and responded to his coaching, the professor got fully into it, alternately closing her eyes and savoring the moment, and then opening them to watch as Jake continued slowly stroking his shaft; his eyes fixed on hers as she performed her most private of acts
