“Jesus Jacko, it’s not the longest dick I’ve ever seen but so thick! I can hardly get my fingers around it! And it’s almost black. Dear God it’s so beautiful. I’ll have a wet dream about it tonight!”
As she ran a fingernail down the shaft she began fumbling in her pocket and took quickly took out her smartphone.
Almost before I could protest she had taken a couple of closeup photos of my throbbing black rod.
“Oh fuck, not my face, please!” I groaned in dismay, dreading seeing myself on PornTube. But she had the blackmail photos she needed now.
She touched the head with finger and thumb, then took another photo, as if to give some scale to my girth.
Then she attempted to blow me with the same animal ferocity she had shown as she jacked off on my thigh.
But I was too thick to take fully into her mouth.
So she settled for sucking the my cockhead while jerking off my shaft with both hands.
As I came, she sucked every last drop into her mouth and swallowed.
There was little love, little affection, nor much thought for me.
Simone just wanted to slake her lust and satisfy her deep well of desire to suck and taste cum.
She was still sucking hard on me long after she had milked the last drop of semen that had risen up my shaft.
I squirmed and bucked in ecstasy at her the feel of her wide mouth, darting tongue and soft lips, but even for me there was was no real closeness or warm affection.
We had become, in her words, fuck buddies.
Sex anytime, anywhere, no strings attached, no regrets,no conscience, and certainly no love.
We now both understood each other’s sexual fantasies and fetishes.
Looking back over the years I still feel the blind terror of the moment when Simmie grabbed my phone and began flicking through my messages and photos.
That sexy message and crotch shot from Sue could so easily have been our first serious fuck-up. But we survived it.
I had learned important lessons about SMS messages, emails, erotic photos and signatures: No faces. No recognisable backgrounds. Use nicknames. Consider the consequences if they got into the wrong hands.
Later that afternoon I deleted all photos of Sue from my smart phone. I even reformatted the SD card.
An unbelievably close call and a major lesson learned.
Chapter 12
We made it back to college just in time for the afternoon classes. Simone sat next to me with one hand on my thigh.
But I couldn’t concentrate, so much had happened since dawn.
An incredibly erotic handjob from my gorgeous mother, my first wild fuck in the van with Simone followed by her sucking me dry of semen after vacuuming me off like a dredger.
During the mid afternoon break we walked around the college grounds, hand in hand and deep in conversation.
Simone had been thinking and suggested how end where we could meet for sex regularly.
She told me that her house was empty most days as her mother and father both worked in the nearby city, so we could use her bedroom most lunchtimes.
Then she gave me a hard-on as she explained that her father had a predilection for the same sort of lingerie and shaved pussy I did, and she could borrow seamed stockings, suspenders and ‘fuck me’ high heels from her mother’s extensive collection.