Janes Time at the Cougar Ranch

"Now, Jane, the trick, if you could call it that, is to control your gag reflex as you go down. Like mind over matter, in a sense. Now, listen carefully. I want you to start down the shaft very slowly, a quarter-inch at a time. When you feel my cock head enter your throat and start to touch your gag reflex, I want you to simply swallow, as if you were swallowing a large piece of steak. Once the head gets past your gag reflex, all it takes is a litttle concentration on your part to simply ignore any further silliness out of the damned thing. Now, try it!"

Try it she did. Soon, the quarter-inches added up and she felt the first tickle to her gag reflex. The action made her stomch churl and she had to concentrate to overcome the feeling. Tears welled up in both of her eyes, in spite of them being tightly closed, but she decided now wasn't the time to wipe them away. So all she did was blink a few times.

When the cock head was fully pressed against her gag reflex, she remembered his advice: Swallow the piece of meat! Thus, in fierce determination, she swallowed. And the damned cock went right down! True, she felt like upchucking slightly, but she also remembered his other piece of advice: Ignore the damned thing! She did and found she could now take more of him, a quarter-inch at a time. She heard Jake clapping.

"By Jove, 'enry 'iggins, I do believe she's got it!" he said jovially. And she had got it. And, as confidence crept in, she got bolder and soon quarter-inches turned to inches. In no time, it seemed to her, she felt the tickle of his pubic hairs on her lips and his lower abdomen touching her nose. My God, she thought, I'm actually deep-throating! Tim should see me now! No, he shouldn't! He'd die seeing me impaled on Jake's big monster prick!

"Now, Jane, here's how to make it fantastic for the guy. Suck his knob a few times and then deep-throat him. A good ratio is four to one. Try it!"

Before doing as Jake had asked, she removed his cock from her mouth and took the time to wipe the tears from her eyes using a corner of the coverlet. Jake chuckled. "I've seen that before. We call it baby's first tears!"

She laughed and grabbed his cock, somewhat roughly. "Oh, yeah, Jake, well this baby's all grown up now!" To prove her point, she had her lips buried in his pubes in less than two seconds. Then she scooted up to the head and sucked on it for precisely four times before taking the deep-throat plunge again. She was prepared to repeat this over and over and as long as it took to make him say uncle. He was moaning loudly now.

"Oooh, Jane, oh God! L-listen Jane, stop a bit. I have to tell you something further. OK?" She removed the wet and glistening organ from her mouth, keeping her hand on the base and said, "Party pooper!

"Kidder! But seriously, folks, here's what I want to teach you. Now, some men, not most, like to come in your throat, you know, have it go directly to your stomach, but most men prefer you get the taste of them. Thus, use you thumb at the base to know when their about to spurt. You'll feel a ripple under your thumb. When you do, scoot up to the head and lightly suck on it, running your tongue over the underside. This greatly increases the man's pleasure and yours, if you enjoy, as I think you do, the unusual taste of male sperm." Jane nodded, she did enjoy sperm, as far as she knew from her times with Tim, anyway. "Next, Jane . . . "She interrupted him.

"I know, after I swallow I should vacuum suck him dry. Right, teach?"

Jake laughed. "Right, class! And it's a good idea to keep, uh, vacuuming him until he says stop and can't take any more. Capish, pupil?"

"Capish, professor Jake. Should I continue and make you cum while showing you my vacuuming technique, or would you rather teach me how to fuck. I'm eager, teach, for whatever new you feel I should know." She smiled at him, waiting. She felt new and absolutely brazen.

"Jane, after all this teaching and talking, I want to just lie back and have you suck me off until I cream your mouth something fucking fierce. I don't know about most men, but I can come five times a day if I have to, so, woman, I've plenty for fucking you later on. Now, get to it, you cocksucking champion, you!" He smiled at her. She blushed.

She worked him on, using the four to one ratio, and soon he was ready to pop. She knew this because of the thumb ripple. It hadn't mattered, however, as the ripple had caught her in mid-cock head, as it were. She remembered his teachings: Suck and tongue the underside. She did and waited for the large member to unload in her mouth. A feeling of sexual anticipation coming over her.

A second or so later, he unloaded. Just a second after his cock head seemed to expand to even greater width. This surprised Jane. She had no idea a cock could expand it's head that way just before ejaculating. And expand it did, with each forceful spurt that entered her mouth. Jake was moaning and groaning for all he was worth, his hands entwined in her hair, pulling her to him.

The first spurt had been truly amazing. Its force had sent it directly to the back of her throat, where its weight succumbed to gravity and took the path down to her belly. Then her mouth flooded up. She swallowed, tasting more of the salty sperm. She also moaned, "Mmm mmm! Mmm mmm!" as each spurt entered her. She was letting him know she loved it, this swallowing of his cum.

Jake's entire, full load, was humungous. She had to swallow fully, four times. Each time she felt his cock head expand and explode, she relished it all. The feel of him. The taste of him. The heat and musk of him. Then Tammy raced through her mind all of a sudden. Oh, Tam, she thought, have I a story for you! Then, Jake disappointed her. He was drained.

He pulled her up toward him, removing his cock from her hot mouth by doing so. She felt strangely cheated. She wanted her big, fat, hard-headed, 13-1/2" cock back in her mouth. The party pooper!

But Jake soon kissed that thought away. With dozens of kisses. On her lips, her neck, her breasts. And, before she knew it, on her pussy. She flinched as she felt his hot tongue make an initial entrance. Oh, well, she thought, not arguing with him, I'm a brand new me now! And she was.

* * * * * *

JAKE ATE HER PUSSY for what seemed an eternity to her, giving her three solid orgasms along the way. And, to her delight, she felt his hardness again. All 13-1/2" of his hardness. It was pressing strongly against her right leg.

He went between her legs and introduced his cock to her vagina slowly, very slowly, excruciatingly slowly. She felt, after its first few inches of penetration, her pussy being widened. God, she thought, that head is something else! Momma! I can even feel the ridge! I can tell it from the shaft! This amazed her. He was no Tim, that was for sure.

He bottomed out in her and proceeded to fuck her with gusto. Long, hard, heart-stopping strokes created mind-boggling orgasms for her. One after the other, one on top of the other, a parade of orgasms. She was yelling, her legs spread out as far as they could go on both sides of his back, flopping wildly in the air.

Jake then increased his pace and the friction created in her vagina was driving her insane. Someone was yelling, her or him, or both, but she didn't take the time to figure it all out. She took her legs and wrapped them around his muscular back, driving them up on his frame as far as they could go. This had the effect of making it feel to her as if his penis had magically grown a couple of inches and was now hitting depths she never even knew she possessed.

Jake fucked her. And fucked her. And fucked her. As any animal would in the height of the rutting season. And she, sweat pouring from her, feeling his sweat dripping on her, fucked him back, with every fiber in her being. Thus, the two of them fucked away, unmindful of the bed's squeaky protestations. Squeak . . . squeak . . . squeak.

Finally, Jake was yelling and cumming simultaneously. She was yelling and cumming, too. Then words found her lips and just slipped out.

"I love you, Jake, I love you, I love you, I love you!" And the amazing thing is, she didn't hear herself say it. But Jake did. With his super-size cock, still at full rage and buried deep within her, he pulled on her shoulders from behind and whispered in her ear, "I love you, too, my Janie." This time she heard. And, although she loved him saying the words, she knew, deep down, it was all pretend, part of her teachings by a great professor. In no time, reality would wipe it all away.

Later, in Jake's arms, Jane felt fantastic. And safe. His arms around her had that effect on her. She nuzzled herself closer to him.

"Jake, do you work for Wanda?" Curiosity, the pillar of after-sex small talk on your first time with someone new. Jake gave her a hug.

"Nah, I just help her out from time to time. Keeps me off the streets."

"What do you do for a living, Jake?" Oops! Too curious personal too fast?

"As little as I can. I'm on an Air Force retirement pension. Thirty years."

"Wow! That makes you . . . "

"Thirty years older than you. Old enough to be your Dada. So, tell me, you sex pistol, how's it feel to fuck your dear, old dad?" He chuckled. An old joke hit her.

"Ah, INCEST, the game the whole family can play!" She giggled and snuggled up once more. She heard him laugh somewhere near her head.

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LATER, when Jane had finished "servicing" Jake, Wanda asked her, quite bluntly, "Now, Jane, tell me the truth. Do you like fucking?" She didn't ask how it had gone with Jake. Wanda always knew the answer to that silly question!

"Uh, I guess, Wand."

"You guess? Don't you know for sure? I'll ask you again, Jane. Do you or don't you like fucking?"

"OK. Yes, I like fucking!" There, I've said it, she thought, you happy now?

"There, that wasn't so hard, was it? Now, Jane, you tell me. Where can a girl like you find a job that she likes to do and, at the same time, get paid five times more than she could make typing letters for some old geezer, who gropes her ass every time she bends over at a filing cabinet?"

"Tee hee hee!" Jane giggled nervously at the vivid, but silly imagery, and at the fact that something very similar had happened to her not too long ago.

Wanda picked right up on it. "Been there, huh? Done that. Tell me about it." She smiled at Jane.

"Oh, yeah, I've been there, all right. His name was Mr. Fripp, the third, and he had to be a hundred years old. A really gnarly old fool. Always pinching my bottom and throwing lewd propositions at me." Wanda nodded, she'd been there, too.

"Used to offer me money. First it was twenty for a handjob. Then twenty to let him see and suck my breasts. Then it was twenty for a kiss. Ugh! And fifty for a blowjob. Double ugh! He finally offered me one hundred if I fucked him. Triple ugh!" Jane's face was screwed up, as if she'd suddenly tasted a lemon.

"You ever give in to him, Jane? Truth now, girl."

"Well, one time, in a way. I was absolutely desperate for money and my month's rent was due in two days. I was frantic. The landlady, that old battleaxe, told me if I was late with it again, she'd toss me out on the street. And she sure would have, the old bitch. Well, anyway, he had repeated his handjob and titty sucking offer to me and I . . . well . . . gave in. But I demanded fifty, which he was all too eager to pay. Shoulda asked for seventy!

"It was awful! His lips felt like fucking sandpaper and his pecker was all shriveled up, even when hard. Ugh! I thought I'd die when his horrible tongue got pushed into my mouth!"

Wanda said, "And I bet it took him forever and a day to cum, didn't it? The fink bastard!"

"Yeah, I kinda thought he was stretching it out, making it last. And the longer it took, the more he drooled on me! All over a brand new skirt! When he finally did get off, he had me take it all into my palm. Ugh! Then, the old coot said he'd give me another twenty if I licked it up and swallowed it! Ugh to eternity! But I fixed the fucker. I reached out and wiped it all off on his seersucker suit!" She laughed, now remembering the look on his face. "You should have seen the shocked look on his face, Wanda. Priceless!"

"I'll bet. Did you ever do anything else with him?" She didn't think so.

"No, I paid my rent and found a new job that afternoon. It paid less, but I didn't care at the time. I was just glad to get away from Mr. Fripp, the turd!"

"Well, Jane, it may have been horrible at the time, but you lived through it, didn't you?" Jane nodded meekly. "And you gained some life experience. Now, this may or may not shock you, but, even at your age, I would have fucked him, the gnarly, hundred year old bastard." She grinned at Jane.

"Good God, why?"

"Three reasons. To see what it was like, curiosity and all, and to toughen myself up against the real world. For the cash, obviously. And last, but not least, for the cock. You see, Jane, when I was your age I was a cock-hungry little slut. I couldn't get enough dick in me to feel normal. I just loved cock. I was addicted to it. Sucking it. Fucking it. Feeling it harden up. Feeling it shoot in me, whether into my mouth or my cunt, or even, my ass. In a word, Janie, I was the biggest whore in the frigging world!." Wanda laughed. Jane giggled. This Wanda, she thought, is one for the books.

Wanda went on: "You should have seen me in college days, my halcyon days! Lordy, was I wild! I undoubtedly had the sluttiest reputation imaginable, but I didn't give a fuck, so to speak. A roommate of mine once told me, 'Wanda, the only thing a man has to do to get you in the mood is to utter three little words: On your knees! Lordy, was she ever right!

"I kept a diary back then, I'll show you sometime, and when I added up all the men after four years of college, I amazed myself when the grand total came to 1,255! Slutty, huh?" Jane nodded, looking stunned. And impressed.

"Is that why you opened this er, establishment, Wanda? Lotsa cock?"

"That, and lotsa cash!" She winked at Jane. "And now, my little cocksucking cunt, after your hands on experience with my dear Jake, tell me, are you on board, or not?" She grinned at Jane. "Why, dear, I do believe you're blushing!" She was. "That Jake and his big 'un!"

Jane, her composure restored somewhat, looked at Wanda. "Wanda, you old reprobate, you crazy woman, you . . . you . . . pipe me aboard, Skipper!"

Wanda smiled at her and simply said, "Toot, toot!"

The End.
"From my mind, to your mind!"