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Subject: {ASSM} RP - T27 Oh, Jolene {Titmouse} (MF, oral)
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T27 Oh, Jolene {Titmouse} (MF, oral)
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WARNING NOTICE: 
 
   The following story is erotic fiction and includes 
descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are a minor or
if such things offend you, quit reading now.
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                    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."

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End of 'Oh, Jolene' by Titmouse.
Story 27

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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