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While in the library Nick and Jessica stumble into a conversation mentioning an old girlfriend of Nick’s, Marcia Tyler.  Jessica decides to change the subject in a very effective way.   

Warning.  R rated … 

… Continuation of an earlier conversation between Nick and Jessica.  

Don’t be coy with me nick. Sex is funny remember? The basis of our relationship. Sex and raunchy humor.

I always said there’s no better plaything than a hard dick.

And you’d be damn right about that one. I agree with you 100%.   Incidentally, does this have anything to do with that bogus sex class you were telling me about??

No I’m going off on a tangent. I got a gander at the back of your thighs when you whipped around just now to see what time it is and your skirt flew up. You’re wearing pink panties aren’t you?  I’m sure of it.

You sly devil … you’re trying to get into my panties aren’t you?

Mind if I confirm it one way or the other?  What got into you anyway?

It felt like I had to take your mind off Marcia Tyler. (from an earlier conversation between Nick and Jessica) I hated that bitch. Why don’t I just take them off so you can see.

Wull … unless you haven’t noticed this is  the library?

Pause.

Jessica stares straight ahead, her lips pursed.

Nick, in hushed tones.

If the library were a little bigger I might take you back into the stacks and show you my lightening rod Jessica. As it is, it’s getting real hard to keep my mind …

Nick turns away smiling.

Your dick is a lightening rod now? Jesus Christ Nick, is it going to tell me what direction the wind is blowing next?

Jessica looks up in thought, a smile on her face.

Jeeze, I love it when you do that to me Nick. A nice cool breeze during the heat of the moment.  But your dick …. a lightening rod? Fuck Nick! I KNOW it’s getting hard. I’m MAKING it hard. I’m a storm approaching with high winds and your lightening rod is in my control. I’m the lightening! To your lightening rod … your lightening pole Nick. he he he …

I would say my dick does not have a mind of its own Jess. I’d say my dick has YOUR mind in control. I think your mind and my weather cock dick vane rod pole are bonded pretty tightly. They seem to want to get together all the time no matter which direction the wind blows.

Could be.  I’ll ask it.  he he he …. but, it’s not my mind that controls your dick it’s my pussy … my mind is the driver Nick. I just direct my pussy where to go  when it starts to fixate.  When it wants to milk dry a certain person’s weeny for all its worth Nick.

Real sexy Jessica ..

Yeah, I love the milking part don’t you. I’ll suck the milk right out of your dick.  I’ll milk it dry.  I’ll milk you like a dick weed, I’ll suck the seeds right out of your pods, they’re mine for the asking anywhere and any time I’ve a …

Alright alright Jessica, you proved your woman hood or your nymphomnia or that you can jerk a man on a long rope right up close and have your way.

Nick smiling.

Jessica begins moving around like she has ants in her pants. When it appears that she is reaching further down to scratch, she grimaces, sits up straight, both arms under the table, her forearms resting on the tops of her thighs. It appears as if she’s hiding something. She’s wearing one of those Cheshire Cat grins.

Jessica continues to smile.

(Nick) OK.  What?.

Her right hand rises from her leg. She drops a pair of pink crotchless panties onto the table. When they fluff down the slit between the crotch is clearly visible, wood grain tan and natural wood between the lips of her pussy panties … Nick wishes it would be his wood … her pink pussy lips a vision that hovers over the the seams of the crotchless slit.

The thought that Jessica’s naked pussy is just below the lip of the table not two feet away from his face begins to eat away at Nick’s  brain until the thought of her pussy becomes all consuming.

Her pussy … naked, warm, the skin smooth, the scent he loves;  THAT pussy.  The one he craves.  Naked  beneath the wood table they are sitting at at the public library.

Nick looks at Jessica’s eyes half open, a smile pulled to the left; alluring, tempting, willing … wanting … her pussy speaking through the lips of her mouth, she leans forward, tilts her head far to the right, her hot breath against his upper lip, her breathing shallow her lips parted, each breath a sudden intake, soft and breathy.  A fog rolls into Jessica’s mind, all thought slowly disappearing.

When her mouth touches Nicks, to his surprise she thrusts her tongue into his mouth full length, she moves her head in circles, drawing air with quick succession, she sucks on his tongue, he feels the sting at the tip, she draws her mouth back sucking hard on his tongue straight back pulling it like it’s his cock, his tongue straight and hard she sucks it to its tip with the release a sucking click her eyes dreamy half open then, slowly close.

Nick slides off his chair, drops to the floor on his knees like he’s looking for his pencil. Looking up her thighs spread just wide enough to see the pink smooth flesh, her hand curled around her upper thigh at the joint, her two middle fingers pulling her labia aside

She does the finger wand over fur; she pets her pussy hair; parts it to the left then back to the left , slow strokes, an occasional dip, the pad of her finger at the bottom of her puss curled upward the other finger joins along, drawing against the side; her cunt opens like a strange flower; her skin glistens with the juice that is her lust for him. Her pussy juice, the taste of his desire for her.

Nick’s arms wrap around the bottom of each thigh curled around the top embracing her legs; his hands slide forward, they reach behind Jessica’s hips.  He uses his hands to control of her torso his fingers splayed open against her ass steering the ship of her flesh toward his face giuiding her to the right angle, his face moving forward, her thighs like velvet, he feels her freedom.

Nick’s grip pulls her pelvis up at an angle, he moves his face forward, softly, slowly, tenderly then when his lips touch hers, more forceful … on the edge of insistence but not crossing over, his tongue reaches inside as deeply into her as possible… like he wants crawl inside her.

His tongue moves in circles.  He tastes her salty freshness with the touch of musky scent, he draws back finds the little rough spot he likes to explore  on her right side of her slippery smooth labia.

Jessica’s finger protects her clit, oversensitive, unapproachable except when the moon turns wicked like when they were at the resort, their fifth floor room facing the Gulf around ten o’clock after acting goofy around the pool, that afternoon.

Their antics even embarrassed the young newlyweds embracing in the water close by when Jessica kept kneeing Nick in the balls under water raising him out of the water like a submarine bursting through the surface.   

Nick laughs hysterically … almost uncontrollably … when Jessica pulls these kind of antics.  The kind of laughter you can’t control when you begin laughing at a funeral and can’t stop.  It’s the sudden surprise of her actions that cause Nick to lose control of his laughing.   

That night in the room on her hands and knees her pussy over Nick’s face while Nick lies on his back, she lowers her pussy and fucks his tongue.

She fucks it like a small dick but a dick with a mind to know where to navigate … where the hot spots are as they dance; her pussy, his tongue moving in concert with each other. Jessica moves in circles, or fucks his tongue straight up and down.

That night her clit … he touched … with the tip of his tongue but only around the base not on the little pink pea; he encircled it with his tongue while she held the flesh back, trusting he would not directly touch her sensitivity.

Nick slowly moves his tongue down along her labia.  He covers her pussy with his mouth, like a dome at first filled with air  slowly he draws the air away sucking her slowly, lovingly deeper into his mouth.  His only concern, her pleasure.

At first Nick feels her gasp in edgy fright then relax.  Nicks hands touch  velvet skin of Jessica’s back, his fingers touch only fine hairs almost like down, connected to nerves more sensitive than skin … his fingers a hovercraft, each hand in opposing moves, riding above her skin’s surface, brushing over the the top of her butt or squeezing tightly the soft skin of her butt each hand moving independently, creating a polarity drawing current through her veins.

Nick feels Jessica shutter, her thighs pull together over his ears, he doesn’t move a muscle.  He lets the spasms take her.  It’s HER pleasure.  He lets her have it for herself.

Jessica clenches more tightly, her right thigh rises in a pincher motion around his head.  She  wants more …  she wants to draw all of him inside of her.

The vibrations slowly cease their screeching desperation for release like fingernails on a chalk board allowed to slowly sink to smoooth bass tones.

Jessica’s thighs slowly open. Nick’s face moves back, he sees the object of his desire, wet and smooth, her pussy hair glistening with both of their juices combined, the little pea looking placid. Nick feels the velvet of Jessica’s thighs before resting back on his haunches.  He can’t keep his eyes off of her sex.

Nick emerges from below the table as if he’d finally found his pencil.

“Here it is,” he says casually though no pencil is seen.

Jessica’s head rests on the palm of her hand, her elbow taking the weight of the table looking at Nick, smiling, the pink panties still fluffed on the table between them.

“I’m glad you found your pencil Nick.”

Pause …

“Nick, I love you … “

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