Best enjoyed if you read the earlier sections, at least Part One.
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There was a bit of quiet after the boys left, the sound of their trucks starting and then heading down the driveway. I heard Jim locking the front door, turning off the lights before making his way to the back of the house. I stood, leaning against the side of the bedroom doorway, waiting for him.
I suddenly got tense. What was this going to do to us? I had acted a bit rashly. Well, not "a bit," but completely. While I had done some checking in with Jim while our little group sexual adventures spooled along, and there were several pivotal times when he could have called a halt to everything, we certainly hadn't discussed this together beforehand. I didn't know his interior mindset, and I was now near-paralyzed with concern.
His embrace of me when he got to the bedroom calmed a lot of my worries. He had only carelessly pulled on his clothes, and I could feel his bare chest press against mine with his shirt open. He hugged me hard, and I found myself melting into him, my head resting on his shoulder.
We looked at each other.
I had been standing long enough that I had started to feel some of all that semen inside of me begin to drip down and out of my groin, and I grew a bit uncertain.
"Would you like me to shower first?" I asked. It occurred to me that this might make a difference to him, that he might want me cleaned up a bit, free from the smell and soggy fluids left over from his over-heated male buddies.
I got a keen look from him in response.
"No babe, I would like to take you just as you are."
His words excited me.
He looked evenly at me. "Feel this."
He placed my hand on his crotch. His cock was pointing straight up, I could feel it right through his pants, no doubt of his arousal.
"See what you have done?"
"Let me pee a second Jimbo? I can't wait for you though..."
His hug loosened and I gratefully made my way to the bathroom. After a good release of fluids, I gave my oozing crotch a good mopping up with a towel.
Jim was waiting for me back at the bedroom doorway, clothes off, penis out stiff. He had turned off all the lights except one on my bed-stand, the one with a dimmer control, which we liked to turn way down when feeling especially romantic. It cast a low, diffuse candle-light type of glow around the room.
He greeted me with a kiss and hug at the doorway, and I melted into his arms again. I so much wanted to couple with him now.
He took me by surprise and put an arm under my legs, the other under my back, and lifted me abruptly off my feet. Big smile on his face, he carried me lightly to the bed and deposited me softly on the sheets, rumpled from all our fuckings earlier in the evening. He proceeded to kiss my body, up and down, neck, arms, armpits, almost tickling me there, and down my flanks, also uncomfortably ticklish.
Then, this was so arousing at the time and took me by surprise, he took the top of one of my stockings in his teeth and very slowly, as it was a bit complicated, pulled it off my leg, all the way down, then did the other one. Something about watching him use his teeth to remove my last bit of clothing was highly exciting. His stiff penis bobbed with his movements, it looked real nice in the dim light of the room.
He knelt in front of my crotch and I wondered if he would dare lick me, I did not expect this after all the other boys had been there and filled me with their sperm, but he merely gave the top of my mound a kiss, then moved up alongside me.
We kissed, and he twiddled his fingers on my mound, running them through my damp hair and along the outside, then slid them along my slippery lips, felt so good. Similarly I stroked his penis, fully hard and lovely smooth.
I am not sure how he managed to hold off as long as he did over the next stretch. He was aroused, as much as I had ever seen, or felt, him. We entered a little time-warp, it might have been as little as a half hour, maybe twice that, but everything went in slow motion.
He penetrated me at least four different times, not staying all that long at any of them until the last. He straddled my chest, dangled his penis into my mouth, let me nuzzle and lick his balls. For some reason I love this, having him over me, his penis hard against my chest, close to me, running the stiff underside over my face and cheeks. He looked fine, his familiar penis so strong and handsome, engorged, veins showing in the low light of our bedroom.
He tweaked my nipples, licked my armpits, my flanks, twiddled my mound until I was dying to come. My groin was white-hot, all seeping wet inside, he brought me to the edge several times with his hand and fingertips, and then let me stew in my own arousal.
For my part, it was intoxicating, and a relief, to have him lead our sexual dance. I had managed things all evening long, and now my Jim was the conductor, his penis-baton waving about, keeping time, coaxing near crescendos out of me, then slipping us into a slower interlude. I wasn't passive, not gauging by how happily I licked and sucked his penis, but he was the one to run the show.
His eyes shone with a deep desire. He had flopped me on my stomach once, kissed and kneaded my ass, spreading my cheeks, then mounted me from behind. We rarely did this, it always felt nasty, primitive, animal-like. And yet it felt good to have him from behind, his mouth fastened to my neck, his hands cupping my breasts, my ass enjoying his thrusts, feeling his hips pressing into me. But he didn't want to finish that way, I think he wanted to be looking at me when he finally came, face to face, and that is indeed how we ended.
He had laid next to me, side by side, our heads sharing the pillow while he kissed me, his fingers playing my notch, my fingers on his erection. I was impossibly close, right on the edge. My nipples were alive, my hips moving restlessly as he continued to push and rub with his fingers.
Slowly he rose up, let me kiss the head of his dick one last time, and then slipped down to my crotch and pushed up me. It felt like returning home after a long vacation, his cock entering my channel, stretching me lovely, then feeling the pressure as his pubic area pressed into the top of my mound.
He went slow at first. My legs were stiffening, I didn't dare kiss him any more, afraid I might bite his tongue, and my head thrashed about. And then the waves hit me just as he started to pick up speed. His movements were so strong, so powerful. My crotch clenched him tightly, in cycles. I am sure I made sounds like whimpering it felt so good.
He felt my own climax, the clamping I put on his own cock, and he came himself only a minute or so afterward, very strong frantic thrusts as he sent his sperm home, then those long slow, almost wistful post-climax pushes at the end.
