To Get A Head

“Oh yeah Ann, you’re doing great already…” Jack panted from somewhere above her as his hands clutched at her nape and curls. His dick became rigid in her mouth, Ann’s saliva spewing out to coat and lube it as Jack began to wildly thrust his pelvis up into her face, gasping out, “Ahhhhhh, keep sucking it broad, suck it!”
Ann enthusiastically obliged, huffing through her nostrils and drooling all over Jack’s cock as his hands played over her sweating shoulders and back, leaving sensations of baking heat in their wake. His clear liquids spewed into her mouth like warm, viscous tea then, proclaiming the coming of climax.
Carnal drums were playing, rising to a frenzied peak in Ann’s quivering body as Jack suddenly plucked both her hands from his cock and hard ass-cheeks, pulling them up to his chest and holding them in a viselike grip.
“Come here, you made-up slut,” he grumbled, enveloping her lower body with his toned legs and releasing her hands to arch his body over Ann’s slim form. “Suck that like a piece of candy.” She heard him panting right into her ear as he lecherously played with her boobies, pawing and pressing as sweat trickled down their bodies. She’d never conceived of how wonderful this fellatio business could be!
Then Jack gave a desperate gasping moan, arching his body backwards and tightly grasping Ann’s shoulders as he climaxed, hot salty cum bursting into his lover’s virgin mouth to mix with the spit and clear fluid. Shocked, yet strangely captivated, Ann drew back panting like a dog on the verge of heatstroke, Jack’s erect penis sliding out in its own fluidic products.
An extremely satisfied expression on his flushed features, Jack smugly asked her, “Did you like that Ann? I absolutely did.”
His seed was still in her sullied mouth, and Ann impishly responded by spitting it out into his pubic hair, rubbing it in before an astonished Jack could bat her hands away. “You bet pal,” she wickedly grinned.
“You sneaky slut, what’s the meaning of just going and fouling my crotch like that?” Jack half-jokingly said with a shocked grin. Ordinarily, Ann would’ve been scandalized and terribly hurt to hear her boyfriend say something like that to her face, but she knew he was merely talking dirty to her, as was his way occasionally. “I think you’re going to need a spanking Miss Darrow,” he scowled in mock threat.
Before Ann could react, she found herself laughing crazily as Jack grabbed her around the waist and put her over his knees. “Have some mercy on me Jack, please!” she giggled in pleasurable agitation before Jack’s hand came down with a quick stinging blow across her bare ass, one, two, three times.
He released her then, and they both got to their feet, breathing hard as they looked into each other’s exuberant faces. “See? That’s like normal sex, and just as fun, only you don’t feel as tired afterwards,” Jack said in praise.
“You do need to do some cleaning up though,” Ann panted out, giving Jack’s chest a lingering caress before heading to the bathroom.
“Yeah, I’ll need a quick shower now on your account, and you’ll need a mouth rinse on mine,” he grinned before walking off into the bathroom, Ann following.
As the showerhead hissed into the air and Jack rinsed his angular body clean of his sweat and sperm, a still nude Ann washed out her mouth and scrubbed the makeup off her face. As she finished, Jack’s droning voice cut into her thoughts. “Ann, could you come here doll?”
Uncertain, she turned and lightly opened the shower curtain, streams of lukewarm water pouring off the occupant’s body. He took her firmly, gently, elegantly by each arm and pulled her into the shower with him.
Grabbing her around the waist, Jack Driscoll pressed her back against the slick side of the stall as Ann Darrow looked lovingly into his emerald eyes. “To hell with getting a full ration of sleep,” he huskily drawled before they joined.

Well, hope you all liked my amateurish attempt at a tale.