He looked up at her. He reminded her for some reason of a child whose feelings had been hurt. He answered, "Yes, I know you love me." There was resignation in his voice, but he sounded sullen too. He was upset. In spite of being a great boyfriend it wasn't enough. If he had been two again he would have grabbed his blanket and sucked his thumb.
He wasn't two anymore, but a man.
Jean thought it time to end the conversation. She had dropped a bomb on Miguel. She needed to give him time to digest it all. Besides all they were doing was talking. Couples she reminded herself talk about a lot of things even uncomfortable things.
She decided it was time to remember why she brought him here, to bring her pleasure.
"Miguel, would you like to play with my feet?"
"May I?"
"Yes. It's been a while. They've missed you. This is a perfect time for you to get reacquainted with them. Get on the floor and kneel beside the bed. I'll scoot down. While you play with them you can get a nice view of my cunt."
It thrilled him to hear her refer to her pussy as her cunt. It sounded nasty.
He did as directed. She placed her feet flat hanging her toes over the edge of the bed. She opened her knees wide giving him a great view of her wet pink flesh, her vaginal opening a stretched letter 'O'. Her flesh glistened it was so wet.
He started by caressing her feet, then kissing them, and with her encouragement sucking each of her big toes. She squirmed on the bed telling him how good it felt and how wet it was making her. She asked if it would be okay if she looked at the Playgirl he bought while he sucked her toes.
He looked up at her his eyes crazed with lust. He closed them for ten to fifteen seconds unaware he had done so. When he opened them he softly said he didn't mind.
"Thanks. I just want to look at the pictures." She took the magazine out of the bag and opened it up. He returned to sucking her toe. She moaned. His mouth really did feel good. She knew when he shut his eyes he was climaxing. She intended to coax many more orgasms out of him before the night was over.
Miguel's climax hadn't cooled his passion. He imagined he was Jean and the toe he was sucking was a cock. He would like to see Jean suck a cock.
Jean looked down at Miguel and pretended her toe was a cock he was sucking, getting him hard for her. The cocks in the magazine were big, but soft. She pictured Miguel using his mouth on them, making them hard, then getting out of the way as the man with the big cock fucked her.
She wondered if he would suck a cock for her. Some day she would find out, but tonight it wasn't important.
She flipped through the pages. His mouth was too good. Her feet couldn't take any more stimulation but her cunt was ready for more.
"That's enough Miguel. I think it's time you put out the fire you started."
She opened her legs and scooted her ass to the edge of the bed. Draping her legs over Miguel's back she fed him her cunt.
"Go slow lover, real slow because it won't take much to set me off. Your mouth is so talented. Ahhh, that's it, just the way I like it. Pretend my cunt is a canvas and your tongue a brush, painting me."
Satisfied he was doing as directed with his face buried in her snatch she picked up the magazine again and slowly turned the pages seeing each man go from soft to hard wondering who got really big. She pictured those hard cocks inside her, pumping in and out of her cunt, making her orgasm, filling her with their semen.
She put the open magazine over her face blocking out the light and closing her eyes. Still not dark enough she thought about stopping Miguel and asking him to turn off the lamp. She decided not to because his mouth felt too damn good.
He ate her reading her body and changing his pace.
He moved his hands up and joined hers which were twisting her nipples. She let him take over thinking he sensed they needed stimulation. She hooked her ankles together her heels digging into his lower back and undulated her cunt against his face. She really enjoyed face fucking Miguel. So wet she thought and his tongue so soft.
She fucked his face rather aggressively. At the end she took hold of his head and if it had fit she would have shoved it in her vagina. What did fit was his tongue. She felt her juices gush when she orgasmed. Miguel wasn't the only one she thought who ejaculated. Throughout the climb her juices flowed but at the moment of the big 'O' the flow turned to a flood. It wasn't pee, but juice from her cunt.
She stopped him from licking her as the stimulation was too much to take. When Jean entered her hypersexed state she was open to anything and everything. She told Miguel to lay on top of her. Her voice sounded urgent. She kept her legs open. His penis was hard again tenting his very wet and cum soaked tighty whities. She found it amazing he could come and minutes later be hard again. The first climax only minutely affected his staying power. Even a third climax didn't mean the fourth would take any longer to achieve. His prostate and testicles she saw as real workhorses because Miguel seemed to never dry up.
On top of her she looked at his wet face, but instead of telling him to get a towel she said, "Your face is so wet. Look what your tongue did to me."
She stuck her tongue out and like a cat began licking his face, "I taste so good. No wonder you love to lick my cunt." He kept repositioning his head until she was done. He didn't feel any cleaner and certainly no drier, but he had found it crazily erotic.
Jean asked him if he had a condom. He told her he didn't. She said, "Too bad. I really want you in me. I know you want to be in me too. Don't you?"
He told her he did.
"I hate condoms Miguel. When we're married the only birth control we'll practice is the rhythm method. It's the only one the church approves of."
She calculated aloud where she was in her cycle, "Too risky Miguel or else I'd tell you to go in me. That would be so great wouldn't it? I can only imagine how much better it would be for you. Fuck me Miguel."
He positioned his cock head against her vagina and just like old times thrust into her shoving his cum soaked briefs at most a quarter of an inch into her. It wasn't a fuck, but more akin to masturbation.
She loved the almost penetration, but wanted more. She began to rub her clitoris.
Miguel had been looking at Jean and she at him, but the magazine drew his attention. It was open to the centerfold. He only glanced at the man noting he was handsome and his body muscular, but he stared at the flaccid penis he so proudly displayed. Miguel thought it looked huge and wondered how big it got. He thought about Jean's comments about other men. He tried to force the image out of his head, but all he saw was the man in the centerfold fucking Jean with his big, ungloved, cock, depositing a load of hot love juice into her oven, baking her a cake for delivery nine months later.
The thought caused his to start. Thankfully Jean was close so it wasn't a big deal. What he didn't know is she was thinking the same thing.
Against her protests, he immediately pulled away as he began to cum. She was too close to being fertile.
She thanked him afterwards for not listening to her.
They cuddled. She asked him, "What would you do if I got pregnant?"
"Marry you."
"My dad would be furious. He would throw me out, beat you up. It wouldn't be pretty."
He smiled, "He'd have to catch me. Seriously though we could make it work, but it's better we not find out."
She said, "True. I wonder if it's because I'm about to ovulate I have this strong desire. I really want a baby Miguel."
"We'll have plenty Jean," he promised.
As they held each other she offered him a breast to suck, "They're big now. Just think how big they'll be when I get knocked up."
It prompted him to ask, "Do you really think about....?"
She finished his thought, "Other men fucking me? I do Miguel, but it's only thoughts. No other man but you is going to have his penis in me."
She caressed his scalp. He sucked harder on her nipple. It made her words tolerable he thought. He was glad she had shared her thoughts with him, but it didn't lessen his pain. As far back as he could remember he had struggled with feeling inadequate. His brothers were tall, broad shouldered, slim waisted, muscular, athletic, and handsome. He favored his dad. His brothers weren't dumb, but school didn't come easy for them while it was a breeze for him. The only other things he did better were housework and running. Since he was little he had helped his dad with the house. His dad also taught him to cook. Running made him feel like he belonged that he fit in.
