I'd seen it numerous times and was always curious.
Why? Why were they together?
I worked for an on-line magazine which specialized in what might be called X-rated adult topics. When I approached my editor with my idea, he was skeptical, but let me go ahead.
My research commenced. I asked colleagues, friends, relatives. This led to a number of men and women who were willing to share their stories if I could guarantee their anonymity.
Jack Gorlink was tall and handsome. I mean GQ handsome. And rich, Did I mention rich? I'm talking private jet rich. He was also an accomplished athlete: drafted by Major League Baseball and an all-state basketball player in Indiana. INDIANA, the Indiana where basketball was a religion.
I met his wife of eight years, Annette, who was called Nettie. She was barely five feet tall and weighed close to 200 pounds.
Why? What did Jack Gorlink see in her?
By the time Jack was eighteen and a senior in high school, girls were falling over themselves to fuck him. Not just high school girls, college girls and the occasional young teacher. And not just fucking either. With all Jack had going for him, you just had to know, "Jack, I've never had one this big," said the divorced waitress at the local coffee shop, as she took it out of her mouth. "I don't think I can take all of it."
It was this divorcee who taught him the joys of pussy eating, which of course he acquired considerable expertise.
Nothing changed when he went to college. How did Nettie Ambrose snag him? The truth is, he snagged her.
They met in the college library during midterms; second semester, freshman year. The library was crowded and they ended up studying at the same table. Jack only noticed her because they had the same text book open: Introduction to Psychology. The class had over one hundred students; he had no idea Nettie was even in the class.
"Excuse me, do you understand BF Skinner?" He asked.
She explained it to him over the next hour. Of course, she did. Nettie Ambrose might have been the smartest student in the college. Even though she was a freshman like Jack, most of her classes were upper level, but Intro to Psychology was a requirement.
"Hey, it's getting late, how about pizza and a beer?"
"Thank you, how about pizza and a coke? I don't drink."
They spent two hours talking, he walked her back to her dorm. At her dorm, she shook his hand, "thank you for a nice evening." No good night kiss. Jack could no longer count the number of times, what had just happened over the past few hours led to a good night fuck or blowjob.
Not that Annette Ambrose would have let that happen.
Except in that Psychology class, they didn't see each other for the rest of the term. Jack was busy. There was the graduate assistant in that Psychology class, who insisted that eating her pussy would improve his grade. There was the young freshman women's basketball coach who insisted on improving his stamina, not on the basketball court, however. "Don't stop, keep fucking my black pussy. Keep fucking me with that big cock."
There was the tall, blonde, sophomore volleyball player who insisted, "Jack, I just can't get pregnant," as she put his cock in her mouth for the second time that night and perhaps the sixth or seventh time over the past two weeks.
He heard the "I can't take the chance on getting pregnant" line countless times from countless women. Needless to say, you can't get pregnant giving blowjobs.
Jack could have gotten laid ten or twelve times a week, maybe more, from different women. He tried to limit it to two or three nights. "They're wearing me out," he complained to his roommate. Jack was an equal opportunity fucker: race, ethnicity, blonde, brunet, red head. Tall, short, fat, skinny. Age didn't matter either. It didn't matter. He would have done Nettie, but she showed no interest: NONE.
Meanwhile, Nettie Ambrose had her books.
The following year, he saw her having coffee in the Student Center and said hi, and thanked her again for her help with Psychology. That was it.
She didn't date, and graduated in three years. The next time Jack saw her, she was a graduate assistant.
Meanwhile, Jack continued to have college women let him know they were available. Not just students; women that worked in administration. There was the Japanese graduate student, who spoke English, but reverted to Japanese when they were fucking. He didn't understand a word she said, but assumed she wanted him to keep doing what he was doing, which was holding her by the ankles and slamming his big cock into her tight pussy. Her eyes got big as he rammed that humungous cock in and out.
There was Sophie, the 6'5" basketball player who wrapped her legs around his back or his face. Both made her scream with delight.
Then there was the fifty-two-year-old secretary to the Dean of the Law School. If that divorcee back in high school taught him to eat pussy, this black woman, Alicia Smathers, gave him a graduate school lesson in the art of cunnilingus. "Jackie, mama loves to fuck your big cock, but what really turns mama's pussy on is your tongue."
In bed that's what she called herself: mama.
As in, "Jackie, eat mama's pussy one more time." As I said, Jack was an equal opportunity kind of guy. "That's my good boy. Show mama how much your tongue loves her pussy." Alicia Smathers was a big woman; not tall, but broad with wide hips and a big ass. When they were fucking and that big ass started moving, Jack thought it was the greatest thing. "Fuck mama's pussy, baby. Fuck it good, but Jackie knows what mama really wants."
"Mama wants Jack to eat her pussy."
"That's right, and Jackie wants to eat mama's black pussy, doesn't he?"
Jack would take his cock out and slide between her legs. "That's it. Lick my delicious pussy. You know where mama likes your tongue. Ooooh yeah, ooooh, Jackie baby, right like that. No one eats mama's black pussy like Jackie." She fucked his face with that big ass bouncing off the bed.
Some women Jack Gorlink fucked once, others a few times and then there were women like Alicia Smathers. Jack slept with her numerous times over the next few years, and it's fair to say that when they stopped seeing each other, he had a doctorate degree in pussy eating. I say slept with, but you know there was very little sleeping.
He was not only fucking and eating her, but at the same time, there were a number of other women. Blowjobs, fucking, pussy eating. On occasion a student invited him to her dorm room where she was waiting for him naked; her roommate was there, too, also naked. They wore his cock out.
One day while in the graduate office, Jack ran into Annette, who was checking on her assignments for next semester. As I said, Jack would fuck anyone. There's a saying, "any port in a storm." Jack didn't have many storms, but he'd entered a lot of ports. He thought it might be interesting to try a port built like Annette. "Want to get a cup of coffee?"
It was just coffee.
Nettie may not have known Jack's history, but she had her own history. Nope, not until my wedding night. Not going to happen. No way. No how!!!!
Jack didn't give up that easy. Two weeks later, he called her, "Do you like Chinese food?"
It was just Chinese food.
In the interim there was a lovely dark-haired big titted sophomore, who liked being on top. "Jack, enjoy my tits while I ride your telephone pole."
There was Sophie, that tall basketball player with the impossibly long legs. "Wrap your legs around my back."
"Oh God, it feels so good like that."
"I'd love for you to wrap your legs around my head, while I eat your pussy."
And there was still fifty-plus year-old Alicia Smathers. "Jackie, oooooh Jackie, mama loves the way Jackie eats mama's black pussy. One more time, baby. You know how mama likes it."
Every few weeks for the next year, he called Nettie. The conversation was always interesting, although he didn't understand exactly what she was studying. Something about medical bio-technology.
It's fair to say that Jack Gorlink didn't get as far as first base. "Thank you, Jack for a nice evening. It was fun." Nettie stuck her hand out.
Jack, of course, was hoping for much more. After he left her, he'd called Sophie, the basketball player who was always interested in fucking his big cock.
Sometimes he'd call Alicia. "Baby it's late, but come on over. I know what Jackie wants."
She answered the door wearing just a robe. "Come on in." She took off her robe, sat on the edge of her bed and spread her legs. "Jackie, wants a taste of mama's pussy, doesn't he?"
"Alicia, you know me too well." He got on his knees on the floor, "you know that I just can't get enough of mama's delicious black pussy." Then he'd eat and eat until she insisted on fucking.
Jack went to law school and Nettie to med school.
It was only because he broke his arm playing touch football and ended up in the emergency room that they met again. She was the resident on duty. "How about a movie?"
"I think it would be unethical for me to date a patient."
"Okay, how about coffee, we'll call it a consultation?"
"That would be okay."
Every week he came by the hospital to have his arm checked and have coffee with Nettie.
Jack was still not hurting for female companionship. One woman, Laura, who he'd fucked a few times called him. "I heard you're out of commission for a while."
He explained how he broke his arm.
"Jack, I know it's difficult for you to do anything, but that doesn't mean I can't," she giggled.
What Laura meant was that she could give him a blowjob. Laura helped him out of his pants. "I hope this relieves some of your pain." She got on her knees.
It wasn't the first time she'd sucked his cock, but he didn't remember her being that good. "Jack, it might be the meds you're on. I'll make you something to eat. By then you'll be ready for round two. Jack, if it was up to me, I'd do your big, gorgeous cock rounds three, four and five, but I know you need your rest."
When the cast came off, "Nettie, now, that I'm not your patient, how about dinner and a movie."
"Jack, just to make sure you remember, just dinner and a movie. No funny business."
"Nettie, what is it with you? You're smart, you're funny to talk to, but . . ."
"Jack, it's not that I'm very religious, but I just believe that my husband will be the first."
"Really?"
"I honestly believe that."
"Okay, let's get married."
"You're kidding. You want to marry me?"
"I do. Pick a date."
"I-I have to talk to my family. I need a maid of honor, book the church, buy a wedding dress. Jack, where should we go on our honeymoon? There's so many things to arrange."
"Nettie, you can do all the arranging you want, but let's do it soon or I'm going to suggest we elope."
"No eloping, I'll have a proper church wedding."
TO BE CONTINUED
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