Oh, Jolene
by Titmouse
(C)1999, All Rights Reserved
When I slipped a finger into her pussy, Jolene
sucked a sharp breath in through her teeth and rolled
toward me, lifting her upper leg to give my hand more
room and pushing her middle toward me to drive my
finger deeper.
"Oooh, Tommy," she whispered in my ear, "that
feels so good."
We'd basically agreed to fuck three days before,
across the counter of the bakery where Jolene worked.
I stopped in most days for a breakfast pastry on the
way to work, a sandwich at lunch, or sometimes both.
We'd been flirting for several weeks, although I wasn't
serious about it. Jolene was cute, a tad on the plump
side for my taste and not pretty enough to set off
sirens. But she was certainly pretty enough to attract
my casual interest. At that age and time of my life --
my late 20s -- I flirted and bantered on general
principles with every girl who was of the approximately
right age and shape.
So, one day, we were chatting while waiting for my
lunchtime sandwich to be made.
"Do you want a pickle?" Jolene asked.
"Naw," I said. "You can have my pickle." I
winked at her.
"Thanks," she said. "Pickles are hard to come
by."
"If the pickle isn't hard, it won't come by at
all," I said.
"Boy, isn't that the truth," Jolene said.
"Oh, come on," I said. "I'm sure you get lots of
pickle."
"Not really," she admitted, giving me a wry smile.
"I can't understand that," I told her. "You're
certainly pretty enough."
Jolene blushed, flattered. She turned to collect
my sandwich from the kitchen and moved to the
countertop where she began wrapping it up for me. She
didn't look up or say anything more until it was done.
"I guess I could," she said, handing me the
sandwich and looking at me directly, "but... I wouldn't
want to risk getting pregnant."
"That's easy enough to take care of," I said.
"Oh, my mom would kill me if I went on the pill,"
Jolene said.
"There's more than one way to skin a cat," I said.
"You can always put a skin ON the cat."
She laughed. "Yeah, I guess so," Jolene said,
"but..."
"You just need to find a guy who'll take care of
it," I said.
Jolene looked at me directly again. "Are you that
kind of guy?"
"I could be," I said, realizing that we'd gone a
long way from casual banter.
"Good," she said, smiling. Then she waited.
"Uh...Would you like to go out some time?"
Jolene couldn't go out any night soon. She had to
baby-sit her younger sister while her mother worked
nights. So we settled on a Sunday afternoon date.
We'd take a drive in the country in my little Fiat
Spider.
The weather cooperated nicely. Sunday was a
beautiful, Southern California spring day. I took the
hard shell off the Fiat and picked Jolene up at her
house at 2 p.m. on Sunday. After meeting her folks, we
jumped in the car and took off.
I don't think either one of us was really
interested in the drive -- We just felt it was proper
to spend some time together as if this was a real date,
not just a fuck.
Jolene was a nice girl, but really not my type.
She was from somewhere in the South and her family had
only come to California a year before. She seemed a
good example of the old line that you can take the girl
out of the country but you can't take the country out
of the girl. The truth was that we didn't have much in
common. And we weren't going to develop it, either. I
soon found out that Jolene and her family were moving
to Bakersfield the next weekend.
So we drove around a while. It isn't easy to get
away from the city in Los Angeles -- it stretches for
miles in every direction. But I knew some old roads
out in northern Orange County and headed that way. We
tooled around for an hour, stopped and had a burger at
a drive-in, and headed back for my place. Jolene made
no objection when I suggested it.
My place was an apartment in an oddly-shaped five-
unit complex. My apartment was on the second floor
over the carports, off to one side from the other four
units. I liked it that way, although the big picture
window offered a view of nothing but a parking lot.
Inside, I didn't have much furniture, just mattresses
on the floor in the living room for couches and a
mattress and springs on the floor in the bedroom. Hey!
It was the 70s, man.
I offered Jolene a drink and she accepted a beer.
We sat on the "couch" and put on some music. We
chatted for a couple of minutes, but we both knew we
hadn't come to chitchat. I put my arm around her
shoulders, then pulled her to me for a kiss. She
wasn't the least bit reluctant, offering up her lips
readily and letting my tongue slip between them and
probe her mouth. Her tongue licked back at mine,
tentatively at first and then more strongly.
I nibbled at her lips and licked the corners of
her mouth, then kissed my way down her jaw and onto her
neck. Jolene arched her back, pressing her generous
breasts against my chest. I slid a hand up from her
waist and cupped her tit, squeezing gently. She sighed
and wriggled slightly, letting me know she was enjoying
my touch.
Putting my other hand on her bare leg below her
shorts, I stroked the inside of her thigh, working my
hand up gradually from near her knee, slowly moving
higher and higher. Meanwhile, I continued to kiss her
lips and throat and knead her breast. Jolene's eyes
were closed as she abandoned herself to sensation.
There was no resistance in her, not that I had expected
any.
When I moved my hand higher onto her shorts,
Jolene sighed again and let her legs relax, giving me
room to slide my fingers up farther. I massaged her
inner thigh, letting the edge of my hand brush against
her crotch. Jolene made little sounds in her throat
when I did so, little sighing moans of pleasure. I
turned my hand and cupped her pussy through her shorts.
"Ohhh," she whispered. "Oh, Tommy." I pressed my
fingers against her pussy, moving my hand up and down
and from side to side. Jolene pushed her pelvis
forward, rubbing herself against my fingers.
"Do you like that, Jolene?"
"Oh, yes," she said. "It's been so long."
I was curious about what that might mean, but I
didn't think this was the best time to question her
about previous experiences. We could talk later.
Right now, I was intent on fucking. I pressed my
fingers into her pussy through her shorts and was
rewarded with a moan. I was pretty sure she'd been
thinking about this all through the drive and the
preliminaries, if not since our conversation earlier
that week. There was no seduction needed. Jolene was
willing.
She'd worn a blouse with buttons down the front.
I removed my hand from her crotch for the moment and
began to unbutton the blouse. Jolene watched me,
smiling faintly. Once the top was open, I slid my hand
inside to squeeze and fondle her generous tits. Jolene
kept on smiling, except when I covered her lips with
mine. Then she opened her mouth wide and licked at my
tongue when it slid in.
We moved rapidly through the stages. I unfastened
her bra and released her tits. They were large and
ponderous, but she was a big girl and could carry them.
I played with them for a few minutes, licking and
kissing and sucking at them. Jolene snuggled in my
arms contentedly, murmuring deep in her throat now and
then.
I dropped my hand to her pussy and stroked it
outside her shorts for a while, then moved up to the
waistband, slipped the top button and slid down the
zipper. Working my hand down inside, I fondled her
through her panties, then raised it again and slipped
my hand inside. I worked my fingers down through her
copious thatch of hair and found her pussy lips, which
were moist and slippery.
"Ummmm," Jolene moaned. "Oh, yeah!" She opened
her knees wide to give me room. I poked my middle
finger down through her wet slit and found the
entrance, then pressed deeper and slid my finger into
her cunt. The breath hissed through her teeth. I
probed and stirred for a while down there, while
Jolene's breath began to come in quick pants.
"Damn, girl," I said, smiling, "you're sure
ready."
"God, yes," she said, answering my smile, her eyes
droopy and languid. "You know it. I've been thinkin'
about it ever since we talked. I'm so damn horny I
could croak."
"Well, don't do that!" I laughed. "I think I can
cure that particular problem."
"Geez, I hope so. I. haven't had many chances.
since we moved here. The folks watch me pretty close."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. They think we went to a movie. They'd
really be pissed if they knew we were at your place.
I'm not s'posed to go to guys' houses."
"Well, they don't know. And I suppose they're
right, because we're going to do just what they're
afraid we might."
"Good," Jolene said. "I'm all for it."
"Me, too." I'd been fingering her cunt while we
were talking. Now, I slid my finger out of her and
began to work her shorts down her thighs. Jolene
helped and soon they were sliding down to her ankles.
She kicked her sandals off, followed by her shorts and
panties.
"Let's do it right here," she said. "I want you
to put it in me right now." Her hands sought my belt,
unfastened it, and unzipped me. Her fingers wrapped
around my prick.
"Oooh," Jolene whistled. "You got a nice one."
For all her claimed lack of experience - or
opportunity, at least - Jolene seemed to know quite a
bit. She handled me competently, running her hand up
and down my length, squeezing with just the right
amount of pressure to please but not pain, jacking off
my cock with her hand. I swelled under her touch.
"Ummm," she said, "I gotta taste it first." She
pushed me onto my back and slid off the couch onto her
knees. Wiggling between them, she held my prick
upright and lowered her face. Her tongue licked up the
shaft and around the head. Then she opened her mouth
wide and, without touching me with anything but her
breath, took the head inside. Slowly, her lips closed
around it and then sucked on it hard.
"Ohhhhh," I moaned, as her tongue moved from side
to side under the head of my cock. Jolene slid her
lips downward, taking more of me into her mouth, then
pulled backward, her lips clasping my prick tightly as
the dragged over the sensitive length.
"Ummmmm," she groaned around it. The humming sent
exquisite vibrations all through my cock and down into
my balls. I jerked and twitched in her mouth.
"You like that, don't you?" Jolene asked, taking
her mouth off me. "If we had more time, I'd suck it
until you came. But I want you to do me. I want you
to put it in me."
"Come on up here, then," I said, tugging on her
shoulders. Jolene hopped up onto the couch next to me.
I kissed her and then laid her back. I started to
crawl between her legs.
"Uh, do you have. you know. anything?" she asked.
"Oops," I said, "I almost forgot." I stood up and
went into my bedroom, grabbed two rubbers and a tube of
lube I had bought for the occasion (you never know,
after all), and came back quickly. Jolene smiled when
she saw what I was carrying.
"Good," she said. "I hate to be paranoid, but I
just don't want to take any chance of getting
pregnant."
"No problem," I told her. Sitting beside Jolene,
I tore open one of the condom wrappers and pulled out
the rubber. "You want to put it on me?"
"Sure," Jolene said with a giggle. She sat up and
took the rubber from me, unrolled it slightly to make
sure she had it the right way, bent down to lick the
head of my prick, and then positioned the rubber on the
head of it. Her face twisted in concentration, she
slowly rolled it down the shaft, then slid her hand up
and down it to make sure it was on tight. "There we
go." She laid back on the couch again.
I helped her scoot back and stretch out along the
length of the couch and got up on my knees between her
legs. Jolene looked down between us hungrily.
"Oh, yeah," she said. "That's just what I want.
Put it in me. Please. I want you to fuck me. I want
it bad."
I grabbed the tube of KY jelly, twisted off the
cap and squeezed a gob onto my fingers. I slipped my
hand down to Jolene's pussy and worked the jelly around
the lips and into her hole. Then I took my cock in
hand and spread the remainder on the head and shaft.
"Here it comes," I said, moving over her and
supporting my weight on my hands. "You want to put it
in?"
"Yeah," she said. "Come here, baby."
Her hand reached down between us, gripped my
prick, and guided it to her center as I moved forward
onto her. She directed the head between the slick lips
of her pussy, pushing down slightly to find the notch.
I pushed forward a little and felt my cock start into
her channel. Jolene let go, slid her hand out from
between us and wrapped her arm around my neck.
"Go ahead," she said. "Sink it into me."
My prick oozed into her pussy. She was tight but
slick from the KY jelly and her own juices, so it slid
in without difficulty. Jolene's head went back and her
mouth fell open. I shoved it all the way into her in
one smooth glide until my pelvis bumped against hers.
Jolene pushed back against me, straining to get the
last millimeter inside her.
"Yeah," she said, "yeah. That's what I wanted.
Oh, Tommy, right there!"
She rolled her hips left to right, paused, then
rolled them the other way. My cock churned around
inside her. Jolene bit her lower lip and shoved
herself up to me, sliding up and down on my pole,
fucking me from underneath.
I put my hands under her ass and pulled her to me,
driving my prick all the way into her. Jolene's knees
came up around my sides, spread wide to give me total
access. Her thighs gripped my sides and her legs
crossed behind my back. She locked her ankles and
pulled me into her. I began to slide my cock in and
out, her legs behind me urging me, driving me inward on
each stroke.
"Ohgod... I needed this. I haven't had anybody
for months," Jolene panted as I drove my dick into her
pussy. "I was so damn horny. If you hadn't asked, I
swear I'd have raped somebody." She humped back at me
when I pushed inward, bumping us together hard.
"Yeah. Get it in there, sweetie. Give it to me good.
Oh, yeah! Just like that! Fuck me good, baby. Fuck
me. Oooooh! Ohgod. Oooooh!"
Her large melon tits were mashed against my chest,
my entire weight on her, pressing down as I slammed my
cock in and out. Her pussy was slippery but tight,
clinging to me when I pulled back, resisting me when I
pushed in. She was a big girl, but she had the pussy
of a teenager.
I didn't want to come too soon, so I slowed us
down. I pushed into her cunt and stayed there, rolling
my hips around and mashing my pelvis against her clit.
I slid out slowly, dragging the top of my cock along
her clit, until just the head was still inside, then
push it in again, slowly, slowly, until I hit bottom.
Jolene match my rhythm. Her tight pussy seemed to
squeeze me when I pulled back, trying to keep me
inside, sucking at me. She relaxed when I slid it back
into her again, clutched me tightly to her, rolled her
hips around and around on my invading prick.
"Do you like my pussy, honey?" she asked. "Do you
like the way I fuck you?" I groaned in response, and
kept sliding slowly in and out. "I like it," she said.
"I like your cock. It's nice and big and fat and it's
stretching me so full. Ooooh, yeah. Fuck me, Tommy.
Fuck my pussy. Fuck my cunt."
Jolene had a dirtier mouth than nearly anyone I've
ever had. It was exciting. She wanted sex and didn't
hold back. She liked it, wanted it, and now that she
had it, she was enjoying the hell out of it. I pumped
in and out of her pussy, exchanging passionate, deep
kisses from time to time. Jolene alternated between
rolling around and around on my cock and shoving back
and forth on it. I decided I wanted to change
positions and fuck her from behind. I pulled out,
which made her eyes fly open in surprise.
"Come on," I said, tugging at her leg. "Turn
around."
Jolene rolled over and slid off the couch onto her
knees, presenting her plump but firm backside to me. I
moved up behind her, guided my cock to her wet gash,
and sank it into her again. Jolene waggled her hips,
working it all the way up inside her.
My belly snuggled against the soft pillows of her
ass. I pushed a hand under her stomach and wormed it
down to her pussy. Her clit stuck out between the
lips, firm and slick with juices.
"Ooooh," Jolene squealed as I ran my fingers over
and around her clit. She shuddered and thrust her butt
back at me, spreading her legs wide to give me more
room. "Oh, Tommy! That feels sooo good. Ah! Ah!
Fuck me, baby. Do it hard!"
I drove my cock into her, my belly slapping
against her ass cheeks each time I shoved into her
cunt.
"You like that? Ugh! You want it hard? Ugh!
You want cock, little girl? Ugh! You want me to fuck
you? Ugh!"
Jolene's torso was sprawled across the couch, her
fists clenched beside her face, her eyes squeezed shut,
her mouth open as she grunted and groaned with each
driving thrust.
"Oh, Tommy," she panted. "Yes. Give it to me,
baby. Just like that. Ooooh. Fuck me. Fuck me."
My fingers continued to stroke her clit. Jolene
was quivering and trembling with passion. I could tell
she was getting close. For some reason, I wasn't,
probably because of the reduced sensation from wearing
a rubber. I flicked my fingers back and forth across
her clit, slammed my cock in and out of her pussy, and
drove her over the edge.
"Ahhhhhhhh, SHIT! Omigod! Yes! Yes! Uh! Uh!"
Jolene bucked and shimmied under me as I continued to
shove in and out of her pussy. When I was sure she was
done, I pulled my hand out from under her but continued
to slide in and out, gradually slowing down, tapering
her off. After a while, Jolene sighed and opened her
eyes.
"Wow," she said, "I really needed that." She
looked at me out of the corner of her eye. "Uh. You
didn't come, did you?"
"Naw," I said, twitching my cock inside her. "But
if you've caught your breath, I'll go ahead."
Jolene rolled her hips around on me, still
enjoying it.
"Go ahead," she said. "I like the way you feel
inside me. But. don't come. Not there. When you get
close, pull out. I want to suck you."
That was perfectly fine with me. Eagerly, I began
to slide in and out again. Jolene worked with me,
making it good, moving her hips around or rocking back
and forth as I shoved my prick in and out of her slick
pussy, sometimes simply holding still and pushing back,
giving me a firm, willing target to fuck, squeezing at
me with her cunt muscle as I plunged in and out.
"Oh, yeah, baby," she crooned. "Fuck me good.
That's it. Give me your cock. Push it in me, baby.
Fuck me! Fuck my pussy. I'm gonna make you come.
Come on. Fuck me. Yes. Like that!"
It wasn't long before I felt the familiar tingle
in my balls, the rising, roiling sensation that
signaled I was getting close to coming. Reluctantly
but with eager anticipation, I slipped my cock out of
Jolene's pussy. She pushed up onto her knees and
patted the couch, urging me up onto it. Quickly, I
scooted up and turned to face her, and she slipped
between my legs. My cock was sticking straight out
from my belly, still wrapped in the rubber.
"I guess we didn't really need this," Jolene
chuckled as she grabbed the bottom and stripped it off
me. Tossing the rubber aside, she wrapped her hand
around my prick and jacked it up and down. She looked
up at me.
"I'm going to suck this hard cock until it comes,"
she promised, her hand still sliding over it. "I want
you to fuck my face just like you did my pussy. I'm
going to kiss it and suck it and jack it until you
come, and then I'm going to suck the come out of you
and swallow it."
I could only groan in response. With a smile,
Jolene lowered her face and took my prick into her
warm, wet, sucking mouth. She slid down until I could
feel the end of my cock bump the back of her throat,
backed up, then slid down me again. She did that
several times, finally pulling back until her mouth
came off me with an audible pop of suction. Jolene
continued to jack me off, her hand sliding easily now
in the wetness of her mouth.
"Does that feel good, baby? Do you like it when I
suck you?"
"God," I said, "you know it."
"Yeah," Jolene said. "I know you like it when I
suck your cock. You're getting close, aren't you?
You're going to come soon, aren't you? I'm going to
suck it right out of you."
Her face dropped to my cock and enveloped me in
her wet, sucking mouth again. Her hand and mouth
worked together on me, like a super pussy that squeezed
and stroked my length, topped by a warm, nibbling,
sucking machine that attacked the head. It didn't take
very much of that to send me over the edge. I felt my
come gathering strength deep in my balls.
"Oh, goddddd," I shuddered. "I'm gonna come. Ah!
Ah! Here it COMES!" My whole middle convulsed and
shot a jet of come up through my cock and into Jolene's
hot sucking mouth. She choked, gulped, and kept
sucking at me, her hand flying up and down the shaft,
milking me into her mouth. More jets followed,
squirting into her. I collapsed backward as my body
jerked and twisted in the throes of orgasm. Jolene
took it all, swallowing convulsively, which only made
me come harder.
As I came back to my senses, I realized Jolene had
slowed down and was now gently sliding her mouth up and
down, caressing my cock with her lips instead of
demanding. Her hand was still wrapped around me but
only to support my wilting prick, not squeezing or
jacking me off. I don't think I could have stood it if
she had.
"That," I said, when I could talk again, "was
fucking great."
"Yeah," Jolene agreed. "I liked it, too. I
really liked making you come that way."
We both climbed up onto the couch and cuddled for
a while, but it wasn't long before Jolene peeked at her
wristwatch.
"Damn," she said. "I've got to get going."
We pulled our clothes back on and, after a quick
visit to the bathroom to make repairs, Jolene said she
had to go. We both said we were sorry to cut it short,
although I think both of us were lying. Since she was
leaving the next weekend, moving away, we both knew the
relationship wasn't going anywhere. It was even a
relationship. We'd just got together to fuck and, now
that we had, it was time to move on.
I took her home and never saw or heard from her
again. But I haven't forgotten her. I even wrote a
song about her several years later. I called it "Oh,
Jolene."
Author's Note:
This story is more true than not. In fact, except for some exaggeration, it's
almost all true. Even her name is right, and things went pretty much the way
I've described, including the conversation over the deli counter by which we
connected. I've recreated it, of course, since it happened years ago, but the
sense of it is right. And we did go for a drive and then go back to my place
and get right to it. Ah, the 70s!
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