One morning, Merrill arrived home from dropping Ashley off at school. It was barely light outside. She saw that there were lights on inside the house, and presumed that Jake had let himself in. It gave her a warm feeling inside, and she smiled, knowing that he now had his own key, and felt free to use it. She burst into the house, smiling broadly. Her jaw dropped when she came upon Jake, pacing in the living room. He was completely nude, with a solid erection. He stroked his cock slowly. It glistened with oil.
Their eyes met, and they both froze for a moment. They silently arrived at a mutual understanding. Jake had awakened with a morning erection that drew him toward Merrill's house the way a compass needle points northward. He had urgently oiled his cock, so he could bury it into her muff without pausing for foreplay. The game was afoot. They hadn't played this game before, but they had alluded to it, and the time was now.
Merrill's look of open-mouthed shock betrayed a hint of a smile. Jake darted toward her, smiling greedily. Merrill dropped her keys on the floor, and dashed into the kitchen. Jake's cock was in hot pursuit, trailed by the remainder of Jake. Merrill squealed with playful terror. She ran through the kitchen, and up the staircase. This allowed Jake to dive for her ankles, and bring her down. The stairs were carpeted.
Merrill was wearing a heavy sweatsuit, against the winter chill, giving Jake a lot of clothing to remove. She was wearing slip-on fleece boots, with no socks. He removed them quickly. His rigid cock rested in the edge of a stair beneath him, and the stimulation heightened his ardor. He let go of her ankles, and reached up to grasp her sweatpants. Cackling, he pulled them down to her ankles. She clambered up the stairs. She gave up her pants in exchange for freedom from his grasp.
She scrambled to the top of the stairs on all fours. Jake was left holding her pants. He climbed after her. She had lace panties on, in anticipation of seeing Jake. She ran into her bedroom. Her jiggling legs and buttocks activated Jake's desire to pursue. He reached out, and got his fingers on the waistband of her panties. He pulled them down, falling to the floor. She wriggled out of the panties, again sacrificing clothing for freedom.
She fled around the bed, into a dead end. As Jake rounded the bed, to corner her, she clambered over the bed, to escape. He caught her on the other side of the bed, and they tumbled to the floor, laughing. He struggled to remove her sweatshirt and t-shirt. Merrill squealed a joyful, "No, no, no!"
She had to cooperate a little to enable him to wrestle the remaining garments off of her. She was left with only a lacy bra, that matched her abandoned panties. Kneeling over her, he uttered a victorious, "Ha, ha!" He attacked her bra. On the recommendation of her friend, Charlotte, and at Jake's request, Merrill had largely converted to bras that clasped in front. Jake joyously opened it up to expose the breasts he so treasured.
He mauled her breasts with both hands, while she made a feeble show of trying to fend him off. His cock touched her body, here and there, during the struggle. Jake succumbed to the urge to rub his cock against her body, which threatened to trigger his climax. He jumped to his feet, picked her up, and dropped her onto the bed. He climbed onto the bed, on his knees. She lay on her back, covering her breasts enticingly with her hands.
Jake figured he should make at least some pretense of affection and foreplay. He took her face in his hands, and sought out her mouth with his. She giggled so violently that it was impossible to kiss her. He quickly gave up on trying to kiss her, and focused on arranging her for penetration. His cock screamed for access to her pussy. She fussed happily, while he separated her legs. She muttered, almost to herself, "No. No. Don't. Please." He took one of her knees under the crook of his elbow, and raised her knee up toward her chest, exposing her cunt. Jake's cock was suddenly at her entrance.
Merrill played her final card. She bargained, "Okay, okay, I'll give you a blowjob! C'mon, I'll suck you dry. Just don't screw me."
Jake answered her with a lunge. She bellowed mightily when half his cock suddenly landed inside her. Ignoring her pleas of "No, please! Don't! Please, no!" he completed his entry as slowly as he could force himself to go. She nevertheless moaned, "Oh!" as he penetrated her. He answered with a satisfied, "Ahhhhh!" In moments, his cock was scouring her pussy. It rose and fell, like the needle of a sewing machine, in a blur. For a while, Jake ignored Merrill completely, focusing only on the physical contact between them. Grunting crudely, he visualized his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, displacing her flesh with every new penetration.
Finally, he screamed with joy, and ejaculated forcefully. While he expelled semen into her depths, his mind lost all sense of place and time. When he finished coming, he released her leg. He settled down on top of her, gently stroking, in and out. She whispered a futile, "You raped me." Now, they kissed deeply. He made love to her, gently, for quite a while. Her passion grew. She wrapped her legs around him, and her moans grew in volume, until she whispered, "Do it. Take me."
He chuckled greedily, and used his body control to rub her clitoris. Her eyes widened, and she begged, "Oh, God, take me. Take me, please! Please, fuck me!" Now, wildly out of control, she screamed like a whore, "Rape me! Please, rape me!" He persisted, until she threw her head back, and her body went rigid. She orgasmed with a satisfying gush. They continued to kiss softly for a few moments. She whispered, "Thank you," before he rolled off of her.
Laying side-by-side, their hands sought one another. They held hands for a while, catching their breath. He eventually said, whimsically, "Good morning, Merrill." They both laughed. They got under the covers, to snuggle. Jake would have preferred to jump out of bed, and get the rest of his day started, but he knew that Merrill was being very generous to him, sexually, and he selfishly wanted to keep her happy. She asked, "Can I ask you a very personal question, Jacob?"
This seemed absurd to Jake, after what they had just done together. Chuckling, he said, "Oh, sure."
"You've had prostitutes, haven't you?" He immediately tensed, and she had her answer. "Ah, you have! Tell me all about it. I won't be angry. I promise. You already told me that you first did anal with a hooker."
"I don't want to talk about this, Merrill," he grumbled.
"Let me get you started, Jacob. Let's begin with Subic Bay."
He groaned, and she smiled, knowing she had guessed right. The base was known in the Navy as "Pubic Bay." He said, "Oh, yes, I did, when I was young and impetuous. Everyone did, Merrill. It wasn't a big deal to us, then."
"Oh, I don't judge, dear, really. How much did it cost?"
Another groan, "Well, and this was years ago, mind you, a quickie was usually $20."
"Oh, my God! Twenty dollars? Didn't they raise their rates when they got a look at your cock?"
"No! These girls were so experienced, they had callouses on their vaginas. They had seen it all, and done it all."
"Go on. Was that for straight sex, or a blowjob, or what?"
"Either a blowjob or straight sex. For both, it was more like $30. The guys who wanted anal usually had to pay at least double, and, even then, only certain girls would allow it."
"Did they swallow?"
"When they did anal?"
"No, stupid! When they did oral."
"No, not usually. They let you come in their mouths, and then they'd spit it out into a bucket. I was always curious about how deep the cum was in the bottom of that bucket, but I was afraid to look."
"Ooh, yuck!"
"The whole experience was really pretty filthy. They were never any good. Some were pretty enough, but once they had your money, they showed no interest. But, to a young, incredibly horny kid, it was a release."
