Jabbing Jessica

Jabbing Jessica


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Of all the luck my car had to break down on that day. Not only was it snowing heavily but there was a company happy hour after work that night. Happy hours seemed to be important at the company as it was a chance to get to know the big wigs and besides those who didn’t go did not get promotions or the best assignments. So, not only did I have to figure out how to get home but to and from the bar.

As soon as I got to work I went and asked my sister for a ride. I figured I had it made as she and I would be getting together after happy hour anyway. She worked just down the hall from my office. Poking my head in the door I asked, “Hey Beth my car is in the shop; can you give a ride to this hard up man?”

“Oh, Matt, I was about to call you and cancel for this evening as some old college friends are in town. But, come in and shut the door and we’ll see what we can figure out together.” My sister is absolutely gorgeous at five feet four inches tall and 125 pounds with beautiful D cup titties and sweet blue eyes. Her brunette hair comes all the way down to her large heart shaped ass. I had admired her figure ever since I hit puberty.

“So, you can’t even give me a ride to happy hour, Sis?”

“No little brother, I can’t. Sorry, I am even leaving work early. But, come over here and have a seat and maybe we can work something out.

“Like what, I need to get from here to the bar and from the bar home in this fucking weather; there probably isn’t anyone who is likely to do that.”

“Now little brother would I ever let you down? Now assume your position in my chair and I will take care of everything.” My pecker got rock hard instantly as I knew what this meant and dutifully unzipped my pants and yanked out my cock. Meanwhile, Beth held her skirt up with one hand while she unfastened her garter belt with the other hand.

“I don’t understand how fooling around with you accomplishes anything about my ride situation?” She stepped forward so that her yellow bikini panties were only a few inches from my face. We had been fucking for several weeks ever since we found out that both of us were making love to our mother in a special garden in the backyard of mom’s house. The aroma of her hot cunt filled my nostrils.

“Come on and pull down sissy’s sexy panties and kiss my cunny and I promise you will ride in style tonight.” Beth had always been true to her word so greedily I yanked down her underwear. Promptly she sat down on the desk and picked up the phone and began dialing. Seeing me just sit there waiting for her to make her call she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to her steam tunnel.

Gently I caressed her brown bush pushing the hair away from her hot pink lips and dove my mouth for her long gash. I scooped my tongue up and down its length before wrapping it around her hot button. At first, I gently flicked it quickly with my tongue over a dozen times before capturing it between my lips and giving it a good hard sucking. As I was doing this she was carrying out a normal conversation on the phone.

“Hey, Jessica, Beth here; can you do me a big favor? You are going to happy hour tonight aren’t you; can you give my brother a ride there and home? His nasty little Junker of a car is broke down. Oh thank you and I owe you big.” All the while her cunt was being ground rhythmically in my face until just as she hung up the phone a massive load of her sweet honey streamed onto my face.

Admiring my accomplishment with her cum dripping from my chin and a large wet spot on her desk I smiled up at my sister. Beth took in a deep breath recovering from her orgasm. As I sat back in her steno chair I queried, “So, I guess you got me a ride?”

“Of course I did and you can repay me by giving me a ride right now,” she sensually responded. She slid forward on her desk as she grabbed her panties. She took and laid them around my pecker to protect my pants from cum spots from her cunt or my cock. It was a trick she had showed me when we started grabbing quickies at work a couple of weeks earlier. She gave my rod a couple of hard squeezes and tugged it until I thought she was going to lift me off of the chair.

“So, who did you get to drive me later?” I asked her this as she put her arms on my shoulders. Gracefully she landed on my lap with her legs straddling the sides of the armless chair. I placed my hands on her plump ass as she lifted her hot honey pot just above my throbbing member.

“You know Jessica on the second floor? She said she would give you a ride.”

“Oh you mean the sexy black lady with the figure that stops traffic?”

“That’s the one,” she cooed as she pushed the head of my cock between her silky lips and deeper and deeper into her tight tunnel. My fingers dug hard into her butt cheeks as she took her ride on my seven inches. Her eyes closed and she threw her head back as her bouncing was causing the chair beneath us to let out squeaks of protest at our abuse.

Beth lowered one hand from my shoulder to her clit and began rapidly frigging herself. Meanwhile, I had moved one of my hands under her blouse and was squeezing the shit out of her boobs through her silky bra. Our breathing was getting deeper as Beth’s pace quickened. I let out a loud low grunt as I spilled a big wad of jism into her hot box. But, she wasn’t quite done as her hips continued to ride my pecker until she squealed out about a minute later in her own orgasm.

Gingerly she got up letting my now flaccid penis fall onto her yellow panties. My sister grabbed the panties and wrapped them around my prick and used them to wipe her juices off of me. Then sitting back on her desk she put back on the now sticky panties as I shoved my limp dick back in my trousers.

“Thanks for getting me the ride this evening,” I said still breathing heavily. Struggling to my feet I leaned in and gave her a small kiss on her lips. She smiled broadly at me knowing that I was also thanking her for the ride she had just taken on my manhood.

“No problem and sorry I had to cancel our evening after happy hour tonight. I will make it up to you Monday evening in Mom’s garden; I promise.” I gave her a knowing smile and tucked back in my shirt. As she was straightening her hair and smoothing out her skirt and blouse someone knocked on her office door. Catching our collective breath I went over and let her secretary in and walked to my office.

The rest of the day seemed to creep by. I didn’t really like these happy hour get togethers and was dreading it even more as someone I didn’t really know was taking me. The ride over to the bar would be a big strain as I hated small talk. Jessica was a foxy lady but I only knew her from saying hello as we passed in the hall and we had been to a couple of training sessions together.

If Jessica had been white I probably would have made a point of getting to know her. But it was 1978 and there was still a taboo about inter-racial dating. She was undoubtedly the sexiest lady in our building at five feet five inches tall and 140 pounds. All of the men ogled her boobs which were D cups; but probably bigger. But just as impressive to me were her long milk chocolate legs that swelled to form a mammoth ass that stood out proudly and firmly from her backside. Even if her perfect figure didn’t turn your head her cool dreamy brown eyes and jet black hair would draw you right into her spell.

5:00 finally rolled around and the was a knock at my open door. I swirled around in my chair to see a goddess standing there. It was Jessica wearing a skin tight scoop neck blouse and a short mini-skirt. The red of her outfit seemed to shimmer under the lights of my office as she asked, “Matt, are you ready to boogie out of here?”

“You bet your life I am ready to get out of this sweat shop,” I answered as I struggled to unglue my eyes from this vision of sensuality. Following her to the coat rack my gaze was fixed on the gentle sway of her ass. Once we bundled up it was easier to maintain my composure and follow her out to her sporty little Mustang.

“This God Damn snow is for the fucking birds,” Jessica ranted.

“It is nasty no doubt about it,” was all I could reply.

“I was supposed to go clubbing tonight; I just love to dance and have fun. Now this fucking storm hits so no one will be out and I don’t like driving in this shit anyway.” Now I felt like shit getting her out on the roads when she doesn’t like driving in bad weather.

“Well, thanks again for the ride. I am sorry to make you drive all the extra way to my place.” Jessica just nodded her head in acknowledgement and smiled at me with her lovely white teeth. As we drove along we both relaxed a bit more and I found myself looking at her legs which seemed even longer as she worked the pedals of the car.

It was the usual bullshit at the bar. People were talking about the job being careful not to complain loud enough that the bosses would here. The more the group drank the rowdier and raunchier the conversation turned. After several drinks I didn’t hide the fact that I was staring at Jessica’s lap.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her skirt as I was afraid that I would miss it if she accidentally revealed a glimpse of her panties. But, alas, Jessica was a pro when it came to wearing mini-skirts and was able to move freely and not once allow me so much as a peak. I was sure now that if I saw her crotch it was because she let me.

Sexual banter was flowing freely and girls and guys were openly flirting with each other. To my surprise, Jessica and I were among those flirting with one another. The sexual tension rose to a whole new level as she proclaimed to me, “I don’t go out with many white guys as all of them I have been with have pencil dicks!”

“And how many white guys have you been with?”

“A few, enough to know that none of them would stretch any sister’s pussy.” She seemed to be confident in her facts but I couldn’t let it pass.

“Speaking as a white guy you just haven’t fucked the right men.”

“And I suppose that you think that you are equipped enough to stretch a sister’s twat?” I looked at her and smiled not really sure if I had a pencil dick in her eyes or if I could really be credited with having a pussy pleaser. Just then she looked down and saw the large bulge in my pants.

“I’m not sure about that and there is only one way to find out. But, I know that if mine isn’t a pussy pleaser there are plenty of white guys who have wide enough cocks to please a sister.” Teasingly I ran my fingertips up her leg and kind of giggled nervously.

She leaned over and put her mouth near my ear.

“Judging by that happy bulge in your pants you may just have a decent prick,” she whispered. Then she got up and used the restroom. When she came back the conversation switched gears and our flirting cooled down substantially. I was both relieved and disappointed. After a few more drinks we decided to head out into the night.

The snow was just coming to an end and the winds were calm. Everything was covered in a blanket of white. The road graders were the only noise to break the silence in the distance as we scurried to the car. Then to my shock, as we were buckling our seat belts she suggested, “My home is only about a mile and a half from here why don’t we go there and wait for the road crews to get to the streets for an hour or two before running you the other 15 miles to your place?”

“That would be fine,” I said without trying to sound too excited about spending more time gawking at her cock hardening body.