I was glad and relieved when the snow stopped falling and the plows had done their work.
I was spent, having splashed, spilled, smeared or pumped my jism into, over and on fat, old Jasmine during the last couple of days. Oddly, I think she was just warming up but I was flat done in. I needed a rest.
This was interesting because I never actually put the meat to her. It would have been – if you'll pardon the expression – almost anti-climactic but I had degraded her plenty already. Still, she wanted more. I decided she could wait just a little longer.
During the next couple of weeks I went to choir practice as usual. My fat sex buddy was more dressed up than usual and even wore perfume (too much) and bright red lipstick to the practices. I smiled at her like nothing had ever happened between us.
On the second week, Jaz got closer to me and touched my arm as we were all drinking coffee after the practice. She mumbled something about needing some help with something and could I stop by and . . . I looked at my watch and glanced at her chunky knees and the red lipstick (a little bit had dinged her front teeth) and got an idea that made my restored cock squirm in anticipation. Nevertheless, I shook my head no to Jaz.
She just nodded and moved off to speak with someone else and I wondered if I had overplayed my hand. I shouldn't have worried. She returned and whispered to me.
"I . . . need . . . to talk . . . ."
I looked at her then nodded absently. She left to go home and I lingered for a while and spoke to Pastor Ryan who dropped by to talk to the choir members, all the while thinking of Jasmine Pilcher's sweetly sensitive tits, the fat knees and the obscenely red lipstick.
It was dark when I arrived at her home and she pulled me in quickly, then kissed me full on the mouth with her chunky tongue doing a sloppy dance with mine. Yes, Jasmine had evolved quite a bit in the last few weeks.
Her red lipstick was smeared on my face and her mouth looked like a recent scar or a newly ravished cunt. I squeezed her left tit harshly and she closed her eyes and instantly started panting. I was both aroused and stunned at this reaction. The thick scent of perfume hung in the air.
"On your knees, Jaz," I commanded simply.
Without saying a thing, she knelt down before me then looked up like a puppy, eager to please. That brought my cock to ramrod attention. I unbuttoned my pants and dropped them to the floor. My cock sprung out like a serpent looking for prey and I took it, then wiped it around the edge of her mouth, cleaning up the smeared lipstick while her tongue tried vainly to catch it.
"I want you to suck my cock with your red mouth."
