“Jay, I love you. Dearly. I love all the love we’ve ever made, in all the ways we’ve made it. If we stop this now, and never try this again, I will love you madly until the end of my days.” I prepared to pull out of her and prove that none of this ass stuff mattered. She felt that and her hand whipped around and landed on my ass and held me down.
“Right answer,” she said. “Push. Carefully. Slowly.”
I pushed. Carefully and slowly.
Tina and Dawn were on either side of Jay, murmuring encouragement. Mary Beth was rubbing Jay’s back. I was concentrating on slowly sinking six inches of cock into my lover’s ass.
“Stop,” Jay said. I stopped.
“Back out a little.”
I pulled back.
“In. Farther.”
I did. I was holding her hips and resisting the urge to just sink my cock all the way into her.
“Okay, pull back out a little and then push all the way in if you can. But please, be gentle.”
“Always.”
I pulled back and moved my hands onto her little breasts and lay down on her body and she gasped as I slowly pushed myself all the way into her. It felt as though I were buried in a warm, wet vise that had been crafted to fit my penis exactly – but somebody had screwed up and the vise was three sizes too small. Incredibly, it was even tighter than when I was buried deeply in her pussy – she was so tight around me that I felt I might cum if either of us moved at all.
“Baby Jay,” I said.
“Johnny,” she panted.
“How you doin’?”
She chuckled. “How YOU doin’?”
“I’m gonna cum pretty soon.”
“Then cum.”
“How does this feel for you?”
She was quiet for a while. Then: “Honestly? I don’t think this is my cup of tea. But it’s also not a problem for me. I can do this for you whenever you need me to.”
Ah. I pulled back out of her slowly and carefully. Tina and Dawn were quick on scene for the soapy cleanup.
“You never ‘have to do this for me’ Jay. There’s no ‘have to’ in love-making. I love you and want to do what makes you feel good. You make me feel wonderful when we make love. I don’t need more than what we do.”
She was silent for a while. “This isn’t fair, but…”
“What?”
She looked at the other girls and blushed. “I, umm…”
“Just say it, baby.”
“God… Okay. I loved it when you were licking me there.”
“You mean when I was tonguing your asshole?”
“Really?” she said. “We have to get that specific?”
“Well, I have to be sure that I know what you want if we’re going to do it again and again and again and again…”
Jay reached out and grabbed me and pulled me on top of her and I sank slowly into her tight little pussy and she grabbed my ass and pulled me deep.
“You are the sweetest man,” she said as she humped up into me. “I am so, so lucky to have stumbled onto you.”
“You’re right about the lucky part. You’re wrong about who was blessed by it.”
She wrapped her arms and legs around me and held me tightly as I slammed hard into my tiny little lover. My body was dripping sweat onto her dark skin. I was hard enough to cut diamonds. My need was fierce.
Jay was staring up into my eyes. Even as her desire was building, she was urging me to complete mine.
“Cum for me, Johnny. Cum in me. Please cum hard for me, lover.”
And I did. Excruciatingly hard. The activities of the evening, the long slow buildups and come-downs had set me up for a lip-numbing orgasm. Jay held me tight as I yelled and unloaded into her.
“Yeah, baby,” she whispered into my ear as I came. “I love you.”
I pushed even deeper into Jay as I spurted into her core. “I love you. So much,” I gasped.
I realized that Jay hadn’t cum. As soon as I was able to move I pulled out of her and slid down her body until my tongue hovered over her pussy.
“Johnny, you don’t have to…”
I wasn’t a fan of tasting my own semen but I was a serious fan of making Jay cum so yeah, I did have to. I focused on her clit and thankfully most of my stuff stayed inside her pussy. But I would have swallowed all of it if that’s what I had to do to get her off. I reached up and rolled a nipple while I reached behind and played with her asshole and I licked her and licked her some more and she finally went nutzo again and yelled and tried to buck me off.
“Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK!! Johnny, fuck, shit!!”
“Articulate,” Mary Beth said.
“I understood every word,” Tina said.
I lifted my head up a little. My face was dripping with Jay’s juices, and maybe mine. I looked at Dawn, then at Mary Beth.
“Girls?”
“Oh, shit no!” Jay said as she rolled into a fetal ball. Dawn and Mary Beth both giggled and dove onto Jay and stretched her out and opened her up and descended onto her pussy.
“NO!! I can’t, I fucking… Oh, God, help me… AAAAAHHH!!” Jay went rigid and screamed and I was a little afraid that she would have a stroke.
But she didn’t.
Ass Night was officially over.
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My internal alarm clock tried to wake me at 5:00 AM but I slapped the virtual snooze button and immediately fell back asleep.
“Johnny,” Dawn whispered in my ear. “Johnny?”
“Power out again?”
“No. The chief is on the phone.”
I dragged myself up and got my feet onto the floor and walked to the first available phone.
“Yes, sir.”
“You don’t work for me anymore, son. Call me Robert.”
“No, sir.”
He sighed. “I suppose you wouldn’t be as effective as I need you to be if you weren’t recalcitrant. Very well.” There was a long pause.
“Sir?”
“I believe I’m at a point where I need the services of Rand & Associates, Johnny.”
I looked at the clock – 6:14 AM. This couldn’t be good: either something had just happened that was so extreme that he felt he had to call right away, or he’d been up all night waiting for a semi-decent hour to call.
“I’ve been up all night,” he said. “Something bad is happening in my department.”
“Tell me,” I said.
He told me. Evidence had been disappearing, leading to the inability to prosecute perpetrators who had been caught dead to rights. Senior officers were botching cases by admitting that they hadn’t Miranda’d their prisoners. Stakeouts were being blown for no identifiable reason. The litany went on.
“It’s like my officers are being persuaded to fuck up cases,” he said.
“Can you correlate to a particular perp, or syndicate, or…”
“No. It appears to be random.”
“Do you think they’re doing it for money?”
“I don’t know, Johnny.”
“Internal Affairs could probably find out.”
“I don’t trust IA right now,” he said.
“Nobody trusts IA,” I said. I thought for a moment. “How can we investigate the department? We’re not on the inside anymore. We don’t have access to anything. Something like this… we’d have to use friendships and contacts and maybe grind on some people who could be turned by senior cops… which we no longer are.”