Unspoken Pleasure

I left the door open as I stripped, watching Jenna the entire time, the water splashing against her body and breaking into tiny globes that exploded against whatever they struck. Jenna's eyes stayed on my body, her ever-present smile widening as my shirt hit the floor and my pants came undone. She nibbled her lower lip as my dick came into view, and her eyes widened as the full, erect size pointed straight at her. She looked like a bird, stunned and looking for an escape, and I didn't blame her. My cock stood hard and proud, like a thick piece of unbendable rebar, swollen and purple with the strain of taking on a Viagra-like stiffness.

"I don't think I've ever been this big before," I whispered, leaving out the with you part. Mom had seen my cock this angry and hungry on more than one occasion, and my mother would again... for the rest of her life.

"Your cock looks so yummy," Jenna said with a tremor running through her voice, "but so big, too." I stepped into the shower, my spongy tip pressing into her firm tummy and then sliding upward as I stepped closer to her, the underside pushing against her stomach and the head pointed at her tits. "You can't just ram that dick into me, Mark."

I laughed.

"I'm serious!"

"I won't," I whispered. "I'll be even gentler than you need me to be."

"You do love me," Jenna said, looking upward into my eyes. She wrapped her arms around my neck, interlocking her fingers as she rubbed her stomach against my cock with swaying, side-to-side motions. "Misty, Sarah, and Katie all said their boyfriends just rammed their cocks into them their first times like it was some apartment-fuck porno scene with a rapist with a camera. I don't want that, Mark."

"I'm not going to do that, either." I lowered my mouth, pressing my lips to hers and turning my head, so our mouths slid together. Our tongues met, licked, and traded spit. "I've been doing a lot of research this week, and my cock is going to melt right into your hot, little pussyhole. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Trust me?"

"With all my heart," Jenna whispered, her words causing a pleasure-filled chill to race across my shoulders, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Did Mom make Dad feel like this?

"We should hurry," I whispered. "I need to find out if I can reach your heart with my cock."

Laughter exploded from Jenna's lips, and I thought, Oh, man, that didn't sound romantic at all. We separated, though Jenna reached down and grabbed my prick, stroking it as I grabbed the body wash, uncapped it, and poured some into my left palm. I sighed as she soothed the ache in my shaft, my cock so hard that it felt numb.

I started with Jenna's face, working my way down to her shoulders and arms, then moving to her tits. I soaped them up as the water continuously washed the lather away. I leaned down and kissed each of her pink nipples before taking them into my mouth one by one. My body continued to move lower, my knees touching the bottom of the tub, leaving my mouth below Jenna's breasts. She leaned downward, bending at the waist, her perky tits fighting gravity as she fed me her nipple-buds, my tongue licking around them, flicking them, doing its best to bend them before I sucked them into my mouth once again.

"Oh, fuck, Daddy," Jenna whimpered. "You're making me so wet. My nipples are--mmm, god--tingling. I feel it in my pussy."

I smiled, then said, "Turn around."

Jenna did, though I caught her right nipple between my teeth. As she pulled away, her puckered flesh stretched and stretched, making her gasp when the nub escaped my grasp.

Jenna faced away from me, her back muscular from years of athletics: soccer, softball, and dance when she was younger, but still practiced, though not as much. I ran my soapy hands over her skin, tickling her sides and pushing on the middle of her back after I had cleaned it. Jenna bent forward at the waist, placing her hands on the wall and spreading her legs, giving me full access to her bubble butt and the sweet softness below her cheeks and between her thighs. This was not our first shower together.

"You gonna eat my asshole too, Daddy?" Jenna whispered, her excitement making her voice tremble.

"Do you want me to, baby?"

"I feel nasty tonight." Jenna shook her ass, twerking her butt meat for me. Her cheeks opened and closed, her pussy bounced, and her butt rippled, making my head nod. "I want you to eat my ass, Daddy. Eat my dirty ass." My eyes feasted on her pink asshole. I thought, That's as clean an ass as a woman can have.

I soaped Jenna's legs, the front, and back, the insides of her thighs, moving as close to her outer pussy lips as I could without covering them in suds. Next, I did her ass cheeks, then her crack, the soap running down her pussy, and falling onto the tub. I saved her pussy for last, reaching around her body to wash her stomach and waist, her hairless mound, her tits once again, then cupping her pussy from behind and running my hands through her folds, being careful to not push into her slit. I waited until all traces of the soap had vanished from our skin before grabbing each of her ass cheeks, spreading them open, and pressing my tongue against her pink butthole.

"Shit!" Jenna gasped as soon as my tongue tickled the rougher sides of her crinkled pucker. "Fuck!"