"Which is it going to be, lover? I'm horny, and I can't wait much longer."

Why does he have to talk to me? Why does he have to... to... involve me like this? He can do whatever he wants, why is he insisting that I interact with him?

This will be great to tell whoever takes my statement, somewhere down the line. Then he gave me a choice of oral or anal sodomy, and I chose... Well, Miss, why didn't you just tell him no? Fuck, you try telling Jerry Bellewood no!

So I try to shut off the terrified yammering in my brain and look at this as logically as possible. I decide that I hurt too much below the waist to let him touch me there if I can prevent it. I don't think I could stand to have him on top of me again right now. The trapped feeling is too much.

But if I do the other I'll have to be active. I suppose it can be a passive thing for the person doing it, if the other is impatient and agressive, but that scenario has it's own particular horror. I've come close to suffocating a time or two in different circumstances.

From what I've seen of Jerry, that isn't his style. Dear lord, I'm learning how the man has sex. Jerry wants an active partner. He isn't interested in doing all the work, or just laying back.

Anyway, I consider. I've heard other women talk about oral sex. According to them the guys get very excited, very fast. Perhaps I could get it over with quickly? In fact, if I do enough right at the beginning, maybe I can make him orgasm before I actually have to take him in my mouth. And at least I know he's clean.

"All right." I mumble.

"You gotta be clearer than that, Scribe. I can almost read your mind, but not quite."

"My mouth," I whisper. "I'll do it with my mouth."

"That's good. I been thinkin' about that since the bank, when I saw how pretty your mouth is." He presses my face down to his chest. "You can start here, darlin'. Be sure to give some attention to my nipples. That feels as good to a man as it does to a woman."

The skin of his chest is satin smooth and very hot against my cheek and lips. He has only a light sprinkling of hair on arms and legs, and a healthy pubic thatch, otherwise no body hair.

I close my eyes and kiss him lightly, parting my lips just enough to let him feel the moistness, because I know he'll like that, and the quicker I get this over, the better.

Jerry's POV

I'm glad she chose to do me with her mouth. I'm looking forward to the other, but this will give me more of an opportunity to learn about her, seeing how she does something as opposed to how she endures.

She starts with little, damp kisses across my chest. They tickle, and I almost chuckle, it feels so good.

When she comes to my left nipple, she circles around it, not quite touching it. I can feel it pulling up, stiffening in anticipation. I'd like to believe she's deliberately teasing me but I know that now it's simple reluctance. I gently pull her head that fraction of an inch over, positioning her mouth.

At last she gives a tiny, experimental lick. When her tongue comes in contact with the pebble-hard nub, I arch up to her, groaning in pleasure. She pulls back a little, and I glimpse a startled expression on her face. She didn't know she could make a man react like this.

I push her head over to my right nipple, and one dab has it straining just as hard as it's mate. I take hold of her left hand and move it up to the abandoned nipple, guiding her to play with it. "Go on, darlin'," I whisper. "You're doin' fine. Feel how hard they are?"

She doesn't respond verbally, she just keeps licking softly on one side, pinching and pulling gently on the other. When she closes her lips around the tiny point and sucks, I feel my cock start to stir with interest. Greedy thing, it's impatient for her to do the same to it.

I'm loving it, but I nudge her head down some. She understands. She weaves a moist trail down my torso, touching with lips and tongue while both hands now play with the erect buds on my chest, fingernails lightly raking, just enough to stimulate. Damn, this may be her first time, but she's sure got the instincts. She knows just what will feel good. I've been with other women who thought they were doing you a great favor by just unzipping you and swallowing you whole. I'm not saying that isn't nice enough, but I like a little foreplay myself.

She reaches my belly, and by now I'm almost fully erect. She dips her tongue into my navel, and my hips jerk involuntarily. She freezes, and I quickly force myself back under control. She's doing so well, and I don't want her to stop now. I could go ahead and just take her, but I want so much for this to be her doing as well as mine.

After a moment she starts again. The soft licking and kissing on my tensed belly is maddening, and when her teeth tug at the thin line of hair that runs down to my pubes I can't stay quiet any more. "That's right, darlin'. That's perfect. Oh, this is so good."

Just when I think she's about to make contact, she switches direction. She kisses along the upper line of my pubic hair to my hip, then down the curve. I have my legs spread to give her maximum access, and she leans down and begins worrying a little patch of skin high up on the inside of my thigh.

I close my eyes in pleasure. My balls have pulled up against my body, tight and heavy. The soft silk of her hair drifts against my leg, my belly, and most especially my eager, needy cock. I'm swollen and throbbing with desire. It's almost painful, and she hasn't touched me there yet.

Suddenly I realize what she's doing. The little wench is trying to make me come like this, so she won't have to suck me off. The way this little deviousness has benefitted me makes me smile, but she isn't going to get away with it.

"That's enough preliminaries, Scribe." I take hold of the back of her neck and pull her up. "Use that clever tongue of yours on that for a while."

"Jerry, please..."

"Baby, I'm all ready. It wouldn't take me but a few minutes to get the KY and loosen up your tender little asshole, if that's what you want." She shakes her head. "Then get on with it." I wrap her hands around the base. "There. That'll make it easier. Try pretending it's an ice cream cone, or popsicle." I massage her neck. "Do it good, and I promise I'll melt for you."

She studies my cock intently, and I don't think it's possible, but I grow even harder under her contemplation. After another second's hesitation, she puts out her tongue and laps delicately at the flushed and weeping head.

It's a good thing I have pressed her hands tight around the bottom of my hardon, or I would come right now, the sensation is so electric. I shove my head back into the pillow, body tensed with the effort not to shove up.

I feel her tongue trail slowly down the side of my shaft, wriggling and probeing, then moving back up with the same maddening touch. She begins to give little licks and sucks at the sides and underside, swirling her tongue over and around the crown each time she reaches the top. She is, in fact, like a careful child with an ice cream treat, trying to wear it down in precise symetry. It's so good I want to scream, but more than that I want to be inside her.

My voice is hoarse when I speak to her. "That's so sweet, baby. But there's a reason they call it cocksucking. Take me in your mouth, Scribe. C'mon, sugar, really eat me."

I can feel her trembling through the hands wrapped around my root, but she purses her lips and drops a soft kiss right on the wet tip of my glans.

Her lips part gently and she lowers her head, and I'm inside the sweet, wet furnace of her mouth. Just the head right now, but she's sucking, and her tongue is still stroking.

I never thought I do it, but I make a sound like a big cat purring, it feels so good. "More, baby. You can take more than that."

She releases me with a sigh, and the air of the room, though warm, feels almost chilly after her heat. The heat returns, sinking down to engulf several inches of my straining dick, and she sucks again.

I grip her hair in back gently and tug, then push, showing her silently the bobbing motion that will give the most pleasure. After a false start, she does it, sliding me in and out, without losing contact on the back stroke. Pure bliss.

For a moment I just enjoy it, but I still need more. I hold her head loosely, and begin to lift myself to meet her downward movement. I sink a little deeper with each upward thrust. I've never been with a woman who could take all of me, and I wonder what her limit will be. She has taken over half on her own, and three fourths with my urging. Is it possible.?

I pull her off me, and she's gasping. Her face is flushed and sweaty, eyes dark, mouth slick and trembling. She looks beautifully wanton, but she sees my that my spit slick cock is still full and hard, and she looks at me in confusion.

"I want you to try to swallow all of it, Scribe. I know it won't be easy, but you've been doing so well. If you can deep throat me, I won't put those shackles I have ready on you tomorrow."

She shivers, and for a moment I'm almost ashamed of myself. She's been being so good, and here I've reminded her that this isn't her choice. But I want this bad, and if it takes a little incentive, so be it.

"C'mon, baby, nice and slow." She lowers her head again, engulfing me in that honeyed heat, slowly moving down. Lower, lower. There's a scant two inches left when she stops, when I feel the obstruction of the back of her throat. She makes a muffled, protesting whine. The vibrations are like nothing I've ever experienced.

I begin to rub and massage her throat gently, like a parent trying to get a stubborn child to swallow medicine. "You can do it, baby. I know you can." I tilt her head marginally, and feel a tiny bit of give.

I thrust upward and push down at the same moment, and it happens. I slide in that last tiny bit, and her nose is pressed to my crotch. I groan her name, and I can't help it, I begin fucking her mouth with short, hard jabs.

She's trying to pull back, hands clawing desperately at the sheets, but she's not trying to hurt me. None of her actions are directed against me, even though I must be hurting her, at least a little.

It doesn't take long, though. I feel my balls clench, and I explode in the tight, wet embrace of her mouth. I scream as I unload jet after jet of sperm down her throat, feeling the spasming of her muscles as she swallows involuntarilly.

The second I regain my senses, I pull free, reaching for the basin on the floor. Luckily there isn't much water left in it, or I'd have drenched us both. I hold the basin under her chin and wait for her to throw up. That's been the reaction any other time I managed to come close to what I just experienced.

She's pale and her hand is clamped over her mouth. She's hitching slightly, and I put my free arm around her comfortingly. "It's all right, Scribe. I understand. You can let it go."

But she just continues to hitch like that for a long moment. The spasms get shorter, farther between. At last she's just shivering. She looks up at me with wet, confused eyes. She's afraid I'm going to be angry with her for almost sicking up what I gave her.

I pull down her hand and kiss her tenderly, tasting my own spunk on her lips. "It's all right, baby, I told you it's all right." I kiss her again.

Her voice is raspy. "All right?"

"Better'n alright. Perfect. Heavenly. Transcendental. I'd say I could die happy right now, but I want more time with you."

She rubs her jaws gingerly, and I think that there must be a little muscle strain, but she's not complaining. "Water?" It's a hopeful, almost meek request.

"Shit, what am I thinkin' of? Sure." I go to the kitchen naked and bring her back a glass of water. We have to insulate and warm the pipes to keep them from freezing, but the water in the pipes is naturally chilled this time of year.

She uses the first mouthful to rinse her mouth, spitting into the basin, then she drinks the rest in tiny sips, grimacing with each swallow. I make a note to be sure that she has soft food tomorrow. I have to take care of her. She's a gift, and I mean to be sure that she's with me for a long, long time.