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Breakfast of Champions
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Breakfast of Champions Jimmy bit the last portion of his buttered toast after finishing off his scrambled eggs. Bacon crispy and a small glass of orange juice rounded out the breakfast meal. He had smiled at the waitress as she freshened his coffee, grinning politely, managing the words "Thank you" as she did. Jessica, his wife of barely a sat beside him. She preferred pancakes smothered in rich thick syrup, perhaps overdoing it, but she'd explained that it reminded her of the way his cum sometimes slithered down the side of his shaft when he climaxed. Jessica was always comparing things like that, finding eroticism in nearly everything. Just as she was doing now as her hand slowly, quietly, secretly continued stroking his hard erect shaft beneath the table. They hadn't wanted the honeymoon to end. And as such, went on a monthly retreat, usually within a few hours drive, just someplace to get away for the weekend, be together, and explore their secret little fetish. Jimmy as well as Jessica were true 'Masturbationists', it was how they met, it was how they lived. They would pleasure themselves as well as one another, frequently, usually in settings such as this, where the risk of discovery added to the thrill, enhancing the excitement of their . "Would you like some cream?" The waitress had asked them. Jimmy had nearly choked on his second bite as Jessica answered. " hoping for some anytime now," she said smiling, causing their waitress to look at her oddly, as though Jessica had spoken an insult for some imaginary delay. "I'll be right back with it!" she'd responded almost haughtily, turning with a flourish heading back behind the counter. "You'd best leave her a nice tip," Jessica said almost apologetically. Jimmy laughed. "Guess I better!" With cream now delivered, though not the kind Jessica expectantly hoped for, she slowed her ministrations of his throbbing cock, so in tune with his pleasures were they both, that no words needed speaking for her sudden change in technique. Jimmy felt the first tingle of orgasms approach though still yet far away. They had done this enough to prolong it, string out the pleasures until nothing short of an earthquake could keep either from coming. Jessica turned facing him as though in deep conversation, he in turn doing the same as well as he could. They loved watching one another orgasm. Shared it as often as they could, regardless of where they were, or what they were doing. "Feel nice baby?" she whispered softly still stroking his prick up and down, though slowly now, ever so slowly. Jimmy preferred it that way. His orgasms seemingly more intense, longer lasting as Jessica skillfully sat stroking his prick, her hand now barely moving, yet moving with just the right pressure, just the right grip as she sat looking into his eyes. They were seated well away from anyone else, another irritant to their waitress upon their arrival. Asking specifically for the booth they had chosen. With the high-backed bench seat, no one could see them from where they were sitting. The service counter itself not in direct line of sight, so their only worries their now infrequent returning waitress, and any patrons passing by on their way to the restrooms.  As such, they could speak in low tones without being overheard. "Oh baby, the head of your dick is so swollen! So hard!" she added squeezing it, feeling a fat thick pearly drop of his lubrication drool from the tip of his prick. Quickly, she gathered it, smearing the enormous head of his penis with it, slicking his fat bulbous head, listening to the subtle sounds of his slipperiness as she stroked. "The next one is mine," she added wickedly, once again squeezing the head. They were an average looking couple, in an average little town. Neither one attractive enough to turn heads, and should anyone take note of their passing, would find it hard in remembering what they had even looked like. They enjoyed their little game, sometimes traveling hours just to find the right place, the right town, never returning so as not to run the risk of being remembered. Jessica wore her hair short, though still fashionable with very little if any makeup. Though her breasts were on the larger side, she always wore clothing befitting a typical mid-westerner, nothing suggestive, nothing ever revealing. Likewise, Jimmy was as average as they came. Five foot eight and exactly one-half inches tall. Hazel eyes to go with a bit of a crooked nose he'd broken in high school. Though a full head of hair, he kept it short without being too neat, neither stocky nor fat, though certainly not muscular either. Being average had its advantages, allowed them to slip into the world of their mutual pleasures, slipping away again quickly if necessary should the need ever arise. Even the plain ordinary clothes they were wearing had purpose by design. Jimmy wore no underwear of course. The outer shorts he did wear, rather than zippered, Velcro in front, for ease of speed and access, one of Jessica's marvelous little inventions. Jessica's outfit chosen similarly for ease, always wearing a skirt, neither too long nor too short, zippered, though with an expensive nylon zipper that, she'd purposely replaced. Silent, fast and easy. "You're so fucking hard!" she continued softly, "You must be particularly horny today," tenderly easing the sensitive skin up and over the head of his prick before releasing it, hearing again the 'squishy' liquid sounds she created. "Was it our waitress?" she asked rhetorically, continuing without answer. She had noticed upon seating that the woman's uniform tended to show a great deal of cleavage, not so much by design, but simply because the woman was obviously well endowed. And not that Jimmy took notice, or commented, for he had really done neither. It had been Jessica's observation, using words now to stroke his mind with wicked delicious thoughts, just as her hand continued stroking his hot throbbing member. "Wouldn't you love to rub your cock between her titties?" she asked. "Fucking those boobs, spilling your hot juicy spunk all over them?" "How about I shoot my warm sticky fuck-juice all over your tits instead!" he countered. "I'd bet you'd like that, watching me squirting all over you right here in the restaurant!" "You bastard!" she giggled. "You know I would! I love nothing more than seeing that big red juicy prick of yours swell up just before it shoots, then how your head expands, the white creamy nectar suddenly exploding from the tip of your prick. Oh fuck yes baby...you can come on my tits any time, any where, any place!" Jessica was really enjoying the feel of Jimmy's prick. Moving it from side to side, tapping it with her hand, patting it with the other, and then giving him three, four quick hard strokes of her hand before several excruciatingly slow ones. "Oh I do so love the feel of you in my hand," she continued. "Make it dance for me Jimmy, make it throb hot and needfully in my hand!" Opening her fist now, though still touching without holding, Jimmy made his cock dance for her as she so delightfully enjoyed. Feeling it as it wiggled, moving side to side as it slapped ever so softly against the palm of her outstretched hand. He reached for his coffee, turning slightly as he did, Jessica readjusting in the blink of an eye, though her hand remained firmly clasped upon his erection, now taking a sip of water from her glass. "Everything ok?" "It's delicious! Thank you!" Jessica told her. "Yes it is!" Jimmy said in agreement, "Very nice, one of the best we've eaten at, and we should know as we travel quite a bit. We prefer these smaller café's as the people here are always generally warmer, more friendly." Her demeanor changed almost immediately. Whatever irritation she'd shown previously melting as though butter on the grill. Going even so far as to smile, offer coffee and a quick promised return. "I assume that you're interested in seeing if she'll ," Jimmy ventured, the hand upon his prick stroking firmer, yet slow. " not sure honey," he added. "She was rather irritated with us when we first came in. Perhaps we should pass on this one," he suggested, though interested as well. "We'll it by ear," she agreed. "When it's time, when you're closer, we'll see if we can find out if she might go along with it or not." "Show me your breast," Jimmy groaned softly as his wife's hand once again squeezed the rock-hard tip of his cock. Always prepared, always aware, Jessica reached down lifting the hem of one side of her shirt, still more than adequately concealed behind the bench seat. Her breast soon came into view, full round and soft as Jimmy reached out, his arm well below view from any curious eyes. Her nipples were dark, long and hard. He fingered her briefly, enjoying the feel of her flesh. The tightness of her tiny erection, the sudden gasp of expected pleasure as she moaned ever so discretely, his hand now pinching, rolling it between thumb and forefinger. "Are you nice and wet for me as well?" he now asked. "You know that I am," she answered, withdrawing her hand momentarily from his pick, watching then, as she placed it briefly between her legs, withdrawing it to show the glistening moisture on the surface of one extended finger. "Give it to me," he pleaded, momentarily feigning hurt as she slipped that single digit into her own mouth, tasting her juices. "When you feed yours to me," she countered wickedly, once again reaching down between her legs for yet another slick-silky portion. Jimmy squeezed his own penis, felt the droplet of rolling precum ooze from it's tip, gathering, then extending his finger towards her as though feeding her by spoon, his own mouth open as though feeding a . "Hmmm', she moaned happily, cleansing his digit, her hand busily between her legs where as promised, so to did she then reply in kind. Another squeeze, another pearl, as Jimmy placed it lovingly upon the surface of her still exposed tit, smearing the face of her nubbin with torturous pleasure as his thumbnail then pressed, not quite scratching against the prick-coated nipple. "Fuck," she mewled softly, her fingers busily frigging her clit now, her motions not quite as subtle as had been her own upon him. But she had an advantage, for she could cum quickly and often, doing so in sometimes record-breaking speed, taking minor breathers between before climaxing, cumming almost as quickly, often harder the next. "Yes baby yes!" he urged her, his fingers again pulling, twisting her sensitive breast, the added stimulation driving her, helping her reach ecstasy as she now opened her eyes, rather than closing them looking deep into his face. " cumming!" Jessica said mouthing the words, but he'd known that, it wasn't necessary saying it. But they always did anyway. Saying it, hearing it, besides seeing it, sharing with one another their vulnerability, their passion, and their souls. He felt her hand taking his. Felt his fingers quickly replacing hers as he slid into her. The wetness, the unbelievable wetness that was already filling her quim, soaking her lips, as he slipped one, then two fingers inside, hardly moving. Not really needing to as her pussy contracted, tightening about him like a vise holding him in place. Jimmy looked deep into her orgasmic eyes. He saw her pupils dilate as though in surprise, straining against the impossible, wanting to close. Even so, her bold, wanton determination in keeping them open for him as she came, took on superhuman effort as she sat staring at him, and he...at her. Jimmy looked up just in time to see their waitress heading in their direction. He reached for the coffee cup, though any item on the table would have sufficed as a signal. He began to pull his hand away, surprised when Jessica placed her own over his, keeping it there. She managed to lower her shirt again, covering her breast, then leaned forward at an angle, effectively ensuring that there was nothing the waitress could possibly see. It would appear odd though, for her back would be turned awkwardly towards her. "How is everything?" she asked. Jimmy noticed she had cast a quick curious look towards Jessica, but then smiled even though Jessica sat cock-eyed on the seat, her head turned slightly as though in some effort to take note of her presence, but without turning about in order to really do so. Their waitress returned her smile and questions back to Jimmy, for the moment no longer curious about Jessica. "More coffee? Juice?" "Yes, Juice!" Jimmy grinned broadly. "I really do love the juice here. It's delicious, very sweet, and lots of it!" "Oh...k," their waitress answered pausing briefly between the two words. "Two juices?" "No, just the one for now thank you," Jessica finally commented. "I'll probably have my juice a little later." She turned with that, heading back towards the service area. "Well?" Jessica said still holding Jimmy's fingers between her legs, her orgasm finally diminishing, the sweet tiny after-shocks she always felt after having one finally dying away. She sat up allowing Jimmy to retrieve his hand, which he quickly licked clean. "I don't know, maybe," he thought considering. "Did she seem worried, or curious as to what I might be doing?" "I doubt it, she might have thought the way you were sitting a little weird perhaps, but I doubt seriously she gave it much thought. Though when she spoke to me again, her smile was different, and unless mistaken, she might have winked!" "Winked? As in flirting winked?" Jessica giggled. "Well, not really a wink maybe, more like a blink wink...with two eyes when I smiled at her talking to her about the Juice." "Not surprised," Jessica laughed once again reaching over to begin fondling her husband's still very erect aching penis. "She probably thought that you were the odd one, carrying on about 'juice' so." "Well I really do love your juice, and there was a lot of it too!" "Still is!" she replied. nearly ready for my second one now. How'd you like it, want to watch? Or do?" "Why don't you start while we wait for her to return with my juice," he said grinning. "But if you manage to reach another one, that will be fine too." Jessica had already inserted her fingers back inside her pussy, one hand caressing her right breast through the material of her blouse. "Let's see that cock of yours!" she asked him. "Make it juice for a little," she laughed as they waited for their waitress to return. Only too happy to oblige, Jimmy kept one eye on the restaurant, the other on his lovely wife as she boldly placed one foot flat upon the bench seat. Having un-zippered her skirt, it parted like the curtains at an old-fashioned movie, the main feature just then beginning as Jessica's lips, once aroused became all puffy as well as frothy slick with her honeyed nectar. "Oh fuck baby...pat it for me!" he told her. "Slap your cunt a little, make that sweet little clit of yours tingle!" As she did, Jimmy turned to face her, his hard rigid prick near purple. So long now had he hovered on the brink, that the free-flowing lubrication from his cock seemed as thick as the syrup on her pancakes. "Shit! Here she comes!" Jimmy warned swinging back beneath the table as Jessica slid her foot back down to the floor, her zipper already up long before their waitress arrived. "Here's your juice," she said placing the tall-sized glass down in front of him. "Gave you the large...no extra charge!" she said, and winked! "Thank you," Jimmy stated "That was very nice of you," he added. She gave Jessica a quick look, "Nothing more for you...yet?" "Not yet! But sure I'll be wanting something in a little while," she half-purred. This time the waitress did give her an inquisitive look, opened her mouth to speak, but said nothing. "Thank you again," Jimmy told her, drawing her attention back to him and away from his wife. "Well...just let me know if you need anything," she added. "I'll check back in a while, going on break at the moment." "We'll be sure and do that," Jessica stated, watching their somewhat flustered waitress walk away. "Now then...where were we?" he asked. "Oh yeah, you were slapping your pussy for me!" "And you...were jerking yours off for me!" she giggled almost a little too loudly, which Jessica quite often became when she was extremely aroused. Which she was now! "What would you like me to do for you? How would you like for me to touch myself?" Jimmy loved it when they did this. Another one of their amorous games that never failed to heighten his own pleasures. "I want you to 'twinkle' it he told her." He saw the smile stretch widely across her face, they had once gotten silly in bed together, doing that often enough as it were. But that particular night he had become so aroused, he'd meant to ask her to 'twiddle' her clit for him, but for some reason said 'twinkle' instead. She had laughed knowing full-well what he'd really meant, but in a silly, though highly aroused mood herself, she placed the tips of two fingers over the tiny little shaft, stroking it, jerking her mini-penis off, all the while singing, "Twinkle, twinkle little clit, how I love to with it. Up above my thigh I sigh, Like a cum drop in my eye, twinkle, twinkle, little clit, won't you come and suck on it!" They had rolled in laughter together afterwards, Jimmy begging her then to sing it again, all the while stroking her tiny clit with the tips of two fingers. Ever since, that particular pleasuring stroke had become the 'twinkle'. She began to 'twinkle' all the while humming that silly tune, the tips of her fingers pinching, pulling upwards, the flesh of her small clit actually stretching as Jimmy sat, his hand wrapped firmly around his more than average sized cock. His own strokes remained slow, methodical, as though in slow-motion rather than normal speed. "Oh fuck yeah baby," he told her. "Twinkle it! Twinkle it!" It didn't take long. Once she had reached and had the first orgasm, the second, third and sometimes a forth came in rather rapid succession, each becoming even more intense, more mind-blowing. And there would not be three, certainly not four in here, though perhaps later out in the car. Jessica screamed, always screamed crying out in rapturous pleasure when she came the third time, yelling obscenities, vulgar lewd lusty fuck-words when she came the forth. No...now would not be a good time for that to happen. "Hmm, it's going to be a squirter baby," she told him happily. She didn't always, sometimes either she, or he would hit the right spot, or have been aroused for such the right time that she did. She could always tell when she was going to, it was "different" feeling, as she'd told him. Though she couldn't quite explain it, nor even how or why that she knew...or did. Quickly she went from 'twinkling' to fingering her slit. She probed, touching the 'sweet-spot' triggering the explosion as well as the jettison of fluid that suddenly erupted in a tiny arch of female cum-cream. Perfectly positioned, Jimmy glanced up once cautiously ensuring that no one was either looking, nor heading their way. He leaned, just a little and caught the first streamer of her essence as it spewed in a tiny burst, quickly followed by another, and another. So intense was her ecstasy that briefly she cried out, a soft mewling whimper of unbridled joy, causing one other couple two booths away from them to finally look over as to what had caused such an interesting sound. Luckily for them both, Jimmy sat as though startled by the same sound his self, looking their way as though it had come from over there. He nearly laughed as they readjusted their own search, scanning the room in a differing direction. "Sorry!" she said shyly, feeling a little embarrassed. "I think I had two and three together," she told him. "Fuck that was good!" Jimmy grinned, "And it tasted good too!" his face still slick with her cream which he'd not yet felt like wiping away. "Well? Should we?" Jessica asked, now more properly positioned once again, her skirt re-zippered, her hand once again stroking his prick. "Let's give it a shot. But slowly, let's not tip our hand too quickly as to what's going on, lets see her reaction first. I'll know it by the look in her eyes." Truth was, Jimmy was very good at doing that. And...they had always been careful, being obvious as to what was going on, yet somehow creating the illusion that they weren't. Dependent upon their waitress's initial reaction, Jessica would either continue, or suddenly sit as demurely as a woman just come from church. Inevitably, their somewhat flustered and unsure waitress would merely bring them the bill now asked for, and leave without so much as saying a single word. "Ready?" Jimmy asked a few minutes later as he spotted their waitress as she began heading their way. Jessica sat beside him, her hand beneath the table. Though at first notice, it would indeed be hard to tell if she was simply resting it on his knee, or her own. The trick being the subtle, ever so subtle movement of her hand as though caressing his thigh perhaps, boldly, uninhibitedly, and let their waitress see her doing that, and gage her response. "So? How are you two doing?" she asked even more friendly than she'd been before. The movement immediately catching her eye, drawn to it momentarily before forcing herself to look away before she had time to think, wonder at the possibilities. "At the moment, we're doing fine, having a wonderful time, feeling pretty good actually!" Jimmy cryptically informed her, now seriously gauging her look, her response, her over all reaction. She continued to stand there, which by experience was a good sign. At least she wasn't one to so easily frighten off. But now came the dangerous, sometimes risky part. Jimmy slid a hundred dollar bill across the table, letting their waitress see it. "For doing nothing more than to stand there," he spoke quietly, softly, assuredly. If he moved, moved at all, Jessica was to immediately remove her hand and feign immediate shock, revulsion at so ugly an accusation should she say or do anything in alarm. It had happened twice, and twice they had stormed out as though insulted, once even being told their dinner was taken care of with their waitress's being immediately chastised for causing an embarrassing scene. Jimmy had always sent flowers anonymously later. "Nothing more?" she answered in an equally low whisper, her hand already reaching down to accept the bill. Jimmy smiled, letting go as she quickly retrieved it, pocketing the hundred in a flash. As she'd done, Jimmy now swiveled slightly towards them both, his bare prick suddenly coming into view as Jessica's small-sized hand wrapped around it, fisting it in the same gentle up and down motions she'd been performing on him earlier. "Do you like the way it looks?" she asked. "Doesn't he have a beautiful cock? Isn't it naughty, so very fucking naughty for you to stand here watching me as I Jerk his rock-hard cock off for you?" They heard her swallow, a catch in her breath, then answer. "Oh my god...yes!" "Would you like to see him cum for you?" Jessica asked. "He's really close now, I can tell. His prick gets all purple like this about the head, just before his pleasure comes." This time she said nothing, but Jessica saw her head shaking yes, though as subtly as her hand had been rubbing him in the beginning. "Are you ready to cum for her baby? Ready to shoot that hot white cream in the air for us?" "Fuck yes," Jimmy moaned, but now his eyes were focused on hers. The waitress, nothing more than a stimulant, albeit a very erotic one, but his orgasm was hers and no others. Jessica almost chuckled, just catching herself as she saw their waitress suddenly place her hand down on the edge of the table to steady herself. She continued to pump his prick in agonizingly slow motion, certainly milking him, but the pressure now building was sure to cause an eruption of glorious proportion. Jessica watched her husbands face, knew by the look in his half-glazed eyes that he now stood on the edge of the precipice. She felt the throb, the all-knowing throb, the sudden tightening of his length, the expansion to even bigger proportions of his glands as the milky-white fluid leapt from his prick with surprising force and with even greater copious amount. She allowed it to cascade, falling upon the dark coloring of the blouse she was wearing, the decadence of his semen revealed. Jettison after hard-felt jettison of his spunk filled the air as her hand, still slowly...ever so slowly, continued to move up and down, up and down, milking him, squeezing him, and urging out every last drop of his spunk.  "Fuck," their waitress said moments later as they all sat in eerily serene silence. "Ah...should I, would you, I mean...can I get you a cloth or anything? Anything at all?" "Yes...the check please," Jimmy said grinning as he finally tucked himself away. Jimmy watched carefully as their waitress went back towards her station. This was the other risky part, for although she had now willingly participated, if she had pangs of guilt, remorse, especially after having taken the money, then now was usually the moment she would say or do something. They watched as she scribbled on their check, walking swiftly back towards them. She handed it over to Jimmy. "It's on the house," she said beaming. "No charge!" Jimmy still glanced at the check anyway, and grinned. For she had hand-written across the face of it, "You are always welcome here. Please, "cum" back any time," she'd spelled. # As they left the café getting into their car, Jessica was already reaching into what they affectionately called the glove-box as their 'toy-box' producing a rather wicked looking vibrator. Jimmy laughed aloud as he put the car into gear backing out. "Well shit! I am still fucking horny! And more importantly, I need number four! If not five!" she exclaimed. They kissed then, and laughed once again. Speaking perhaps of how either their waitress's husband or lover would no doubt be reaping the benefits of her own now aroused needs and desires. "Where too?" he asked. "Someplace secluded...so I can fuck you," she told him as he put the car into gear heading out onto the highway, whistling a very familiar tune as they did My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy. |
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8/2/2018 2:26 pm |
So how many of my readers can say this has happened to them?  Jimmy B.My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy.
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