Generotico

I knew Jerry since we were kids, we grew up together in the same block, shared our toys, candies and games. We were part of a group that joined together every afternoon at an abandoned warehouse, imagining we were the Super Friends, or The Six Million Dollar Man, or the Bionic Woman, and even Charlie’s Angels.

Jerry was always the one who decided what we were going to play. His bedroom was more like a private toy store, where I lost myself dreaming whenever I happened to spend an afternoon at his place. Our parents were also friends; for that reason they didn’t worry about leaving us alone some afternoons without anyone else around in the house.

Two weeks ago, after almost 15 years of not seeing each other, we randomly met in a coffee shop, very near where we grew up. I guess we both continued longing for those years of childhood when we were so happy.

Jerry did not recognize me immediately; it was kind of obvious. The last time he saw me, I was 14 years old, my face was covered with pimples, I had braces all over my teeth, and my hair was as short as a boy’s. He was 16 years old when we moved, and by that time Jerry had started to change his toy collection for a girlfriend’s collection.

After staring at me for a few seconds he finally knew who I was; he woke up and gave me a huge hug, like never before in his life. It was a hug that filled me up with desire. My mind flew to my childhood, and in my 30’s I wanted to be one of the Fantastic Twins, to become an eagle, so I could fly away with Jerry, transformed into an ice cube, all the way to his bedroom again. That day we exchanged phone numbers and promised to call to make a date and remember old times. It was he who was the one who called first. We arranged to meet in a bar, a weeknight at eight, after both had finished our jobs.

Hours flew while we remembered our childhood and the madness we experienced, products of innocence and the subconscious. Jerry said he still missed sometimes our carefree and secretive way to see lived back then. I did, too. That night I wanted to let loose, to lose myself in my own fantasies where, of course, Jerry was my main lover. After several tequilas our mutual flirting was more evident, more open, and more explicit; and it became direct when Jerry said: “Although, you know, not everything has changed. I still have an impressive collection of toys.”

I smiled at him; I drank my shot of tequila before responding: “I would love to see it.”

Jerry smiled to me, and in spite of the little light that was in the bar I could see him blushing when I accepted his offer. Jerry paid the check, and in less than ten minutes we were already driving to his new house.

As always happened, he was the one who directed everything. In three minutes he decided that we should leave my car at the bar and drive in his; perhaps he feared that on the way I would have second thoughts. So, with me in his car, he used the time to tell me that he had always liked me, but at that age men do not appreciate women as they should. Also of course, he used the time to continue stimulating my imagination:

“You are the only woman with whom I have shared this. I believe that you are the only one whom I have the confidence to do it with. After all, you were also the only one to whom I showed my first man magazine, remember?”

“Of course I remember, how old we were, 10, 12 years? I could not believe that I was going to look like those women.”

“Well, speaking from the few I have seen, I believe you look even better than they.” And his hand slid off the handle of the gear shift to my leg. “I am going to confess you something. The day that I had sex for the first time, I thought all the time about that Christmas, when we fall to sleep together, remember? When I woke up aroused because one of my hands was on your breast… and I felt one of your hands in the middle of your legs.”

“I do remember that too… Every time I do it, I think about that night... I think again about your chest, lied on my back and your hands around my waist shaking. Because you were shaking that morning, Jerry.”

“What do you mean with every time you do it?”

“Yes… Every time… I… touch myself, you understand me, don’t you?”

Jerry just couldn’t stop himself. His left hand loosen on the steering wheel for a second to touch himself; the movement was so fast that I did not know if he made it to touch his penis, or to feel how hard he was getting. I also wanted to stimulate his imagination: “That day… I have never said this to you… But that day you were hard, because my hands touched you. You were asleep so deeply, there, next to me, with your back rubbing my chest and I just couldn’t resist. I embraced you by your waist and my hand began to lower on your stomach until I found…”

And my hand caressed him. I placed my fingers over his zipper in the same way I had done it when it was 14 years old. But on this occasion it was perfectly and completely engorged. Caressing him smoothly, I continued my confession: “I had never touched one, Jerry, not even had seen one, and my curiosity was aroused. I began to touch it, to caress it; and my fingers felt how it grew, how it was getting harder… That’s when I began to feel a trickle between my legs.”

Jerry stopped my hand; he did not allow me to keep going, and my story also stopped. Then I asked him: “Does it bother you what I’m doing?”

“No, not al all, I love what you’re doing, but I don’t want us to have an accident.”

I smiled at him, he smiled at me, and we remained silent for a couple more blocks until finally the electrical door of the building where his apartment was located, opened.

Jerry lived on the tenth floor, the view of the city was beautiful, but not as much as the one I found in its playroom.

One of the three bedrooms of the enormous apartment had a round bed in the center of the room. In the left corner was the Jacuzzi that Jerry started immediately. He only had to push a button so the music played on and the lights glowed faintly. Two of the walls surrounding the Jacuzzi were mirrors. At the other edge of the room, I turned to see something similar to a bed of tortures. It was an inclined flat board with a “Y” shape, and from the ends I could see straps hanging. I stayed more than a minute in silence observing the room while Jerry prepared two Martinis. Right in front of the bed was a wood made armoire of spectacular dimensions, divided in three parts, with doors and drawers.

Jerry came to me with the Martinis and we toasted to the old times. After the first sip, Jerry left the glasses on a small table. The moment had arrived; we were not only going to remember our childhood, but also about to discover what we did not dare to do in the beginning of our teen years.

“How do you want to begin?” He asked me.

“However you want.”

“Perhaps, by putting on something more comfortable?”

“Yes, I like the idea.”

And Jerry opened two of the six doors of the wooden armoire. “Choose whatever you want, I think I have clothes for all tastes.”

I could not believe it; it was a whole collection of dressing gowns, lingerie, nightgowns and negligees in all possible colors. I began to check each garment one by one until I was decided by an emerald negligee with its matching thong. Jerry disappeared from the room when I was about to change my clothes.

“I rather open the gift little by little and with my own hands.” He said before leaving. In less than five minutes I was ready. I kept staring the room and I sat on the edge of the bed without knowing, until that very moment, that it was a water bed. I couldn’t help a laugh. Jerry returned with a black satin robe.

“I have no doubts about it; green is definitely your color.” He said devouring me with his eyes. “Please keep telling me what else you did to me that Christmas night.” I sat in a lotus position on the bed, the same position we used to take when we were kids and we sat on his bed to watch “Top Cat” or “The Flintstones” and the whole cartoon show. Jerry meanwhile opened a drawer of the furniture and took something which he kept in his robe pocket.

“Well, I started to touch you over your pajamas, and when I felt that it was very hard I got scared. But I didn’t want to stop touching you, so I slid my hand inside your pants."

“And did you like what you touched?

“Yes very much. I also felt a trickle between my legs, and it was also the first time I felt my nipples become hardened.”

Jerry approached the bed with the Martini glasses. He sat in front of me imitating my lotus position.

“My hand slipped over your penis until I touched the tip and I felt it moist…”

I shut up. Jerry stared at me waiting for me to continue. I do not know why the shame invaded me so suddenly. There I was, in a negligee, in front of the man who had been my companion of games, confessing to him how I had masturbated him, and how I had masturbated myself with him for the first time, during the last Christmas we spent together.

“What’s wrong? Why don’t you keep going?”

“I do not know, Jerry… I’m kind of embarrassed… I do not know why.”

“I know why. Because there’s no one else in this planet who knows you better than I do, am I right?

“Yes, maybe”

Jerry switched his place. He sat behind me and he passed his arms around my body. He began to whisper into my ear:

“If you want, why don’t we better bring back to life the facts, instead of only remembering them?”

His hands held fast to my waist just as he had done it 15 years ago. I felt them spreading, extending them trying to climb up to my torso, shaking when they felt my breasts' curvature. My legs felt again the trickling, the desire once remained caught and pledged without getting to complete itself. A desire that for years had served me as an inspiration and that I had always wanted to feel again with him.

Just as in that Christmas night, only one of his hands dared to arrive on my nipples, feeling with his fingertips the rigidity of my centers, caressing their perimeters and trying to imagine the color of them. I did not feel his other hand; I closed my eyes to enjoy the moment as I had done that morning, pretending to be asleep, without saying a word so I wouldn’t spoil the moment. Jerry’s breathing started to increase and I could feel his turgid penis trying to stick between my buttocks even with his clothes on. I leaned my back on his chest, I let myself be taken by his hand and his caresses, I didn’t want to open my eyes, only wanted to feel his fingers playing with my nipples, touching them, tightening them, tweaking them and enjoying them.

“Open your legs” He said without stopping his touching. “Open them, and touch yourself like that day, like that morning that we wasted.”

And I obeyed him. I extended my legs and spread my thighs to let slip one of my hands between them, to feel the warm wetness emanating from them, to perceive the incessant dripping which could flood my fingers to push them more.

“Open them more. I want to see how you do it; I want to see your little fingers going in and out. Let me see you”

Again I obeyed him; I let myself take his words without thinking about them. How he was going to see if he was behind me? I leaned on his chest and his voice continued filling my ears.

“You are delicious, soaked, and ready to be eaten.”

I could not answer, did not want to answer, only enjoy.

“Look at yourself. Open your eyes and look at yourself.”

I opened my eyes and I discovered the interior center of the enormous armoire… There was a huge screen where our images were projecting. I could see myself in that position with my right hand caressing my vagina and Jerry’s hand rubbing the lace of the negligee over my breasts. Also I could see the expression of my stunned face, disturbed when discovering the image. I wanted to move, but Jerry’s other hand stopped me steady.

“No. Don’t move. Are you scared? It is like in the old times, like when we sit to watch the TV., remember?

“But…”

“Sh…! It’s ok, don’t you like what you’re seeing it? Because I love it, you look beautiful. Look at yourself, learn to admire yourself, to love you, not only to enjoy yourself, but also to admire yourself.”

I turned to see me in the screen; this time somehow the image was closed in Jerry’s hand which began to lower the negligee’s braces letting my tits free. He did it slowly, the right one first… The brace slide down to my forearm and his hand entered the lace cup to release my breast from my bra. Jerry’s forefinger drew the periphery of my pink, turgid, excited nipple.

“I love it, it is beautiful, is bigger and more delicious than what I imagine.”

He did the same with the left one and he also left it in the screen.

“Do you want to play with the camera? I will tell you how to do it while I keep on touching you.”

“Ok…”

Finally I knew what Jerry’s free hand had been doing all that time. He gave me a remote control which I just had to direct to the center of which seemed to be a sound device full of green and red lights. Jerry took each of my breasts in each one of his hands, and he told me where I should direct the camera towards where his requested.

“Do you like my toy?”

“Yes very much… And I suppose this one is not the best one of all, right?”

“No. I see you know me very well… This it is only for entertaining us for a while. I have others which can give you much more pleasure; would you like to try them?”

“Yes. But, before, I want to try you.” And saying this, I let go of the remote. Now our complete bodies were both on the screen. I covered my tits with the negligee and pushed Jerry so he could lay down the bed. I mounted on his thighs; with one pull I untied his robe. My hands were lost in his chest covered with hair from the neck to his abdomen, covering each centimeter of his skin to the edge of his silk boxers.

I could see the spots left by Jerry’s excitation in his garment. Without touching him with my hands, I put my mouth to the boxers and began to lick it, to taste it, to suck the humidity stains I could see in the fabric. Jerry moaned, wanted to feel that same warmness in his member, he wanted to feel my tongue over it. I also wanted to devour it, to eat it, to lick it, to suck it, to feel that humid rigidity within my mouth. I sank my face on his hip, my nose cleared the base of his hardened penis and my mouth kissed and sucked his testicles, slightly hardened. I could feel one of his hands touching the bed looking for the camera’s remote, now I could listen to the slight humming of the lens moving, to perhaps focus my face to see my tongue licking his groins under his boxers up on the screen. I could feel how Jerry shook, how he shook whenever my mouth touched his skin full with hair.

My teeth snatch off the clasp of his boxers and with my nose I separated it to see for the first time that member which I had caressed, aroused and almost made explode 15 years ago. I watched it with as much desire as when I saw an ice cream cup when I was a kid. I did not hit upon what to do, if to devour it with one single impulse or if to keep on admiring it in front of me. Then I decided to turn around to the screen, and I saw it there, erect, dripping, in all its splendor and enormity. Jerry had focused it to see me eating it and sucking it.

“Aren’t you going to taste it?”

“I don’t know…” I answered taking it with one of my hands and watching the screen.

“Do you like how it looks?”

“Yes… I feel weird, although, but I like.”

“Wouldn’t you like to see it in your mouth?”

“Yes” And I gave it a long lick in the tip, making Jerry moan. “Don’t you have something I can put on?”

Jerry sat on the bed disturbed; he had not a clue what I was talking about.

“Some flavor… I do not know, a lubricant, chocolate, something? Because I’m sure all those drawers and doors are full of things, aren’t they?” I said pointing the furniture. Jerry smiled, and remained leaning on his elbows over the bed.

“Why don’t you look for yourself? Thus you can choose what you like the most.”

I jumped off the bed. The first drawer of the right side, the one Jerry opened without letting me see its contents was full of condoms. He had a complete collection of textures, colors and flavors. In the second I found what looked for: lubricants, oils and essences of all scents. That seemed more like a sex shop window than the drawer from furniture.

I took one with apple flavor; I returned to the bed where Jerry was waiting for me to stimulate him. I do not know if men receive the same pleasure when seeing a woman touching herself, like the one I experimented when watching Jerry, naked, sitting on the bed and caressing his penis as if it was one of my cheeks.

I jumped on the bed. I again knelt in front of him. With my teeth I tear off the lubricant wrap and drop it on his penis tip, as if it was syrup covering an ice cream. Jerry continued watching me, smiling.

“He is yours, baby, and do whatever you want with it.”

I watched the lubricant slip down his member and then my tongue began to gather the drops that slipped over the sides and giving him long and warm licks, pressing the skin with the tip of my tongue. My hands were placed on his hip and my mouth began to travel his penis, to taste it, to suck it. His penis went in and out of my mouth deliciously. Jerry took my hands off his hip and put them on his chest, one next to the other. I kept with my task enjoying his dick like enjoying an exquisite delicacy, tasting his natural flavor which continued dripping at his tip now mixed with the apple of the lubricant.

A sound similar to a padlock disturbed me and made me raise my glance: Jerry had handcuffed my hands.

“What is that?”

“Handcuffs… I love the way you don’t use your hands, you do not need them so…”

“But…”

“Don’t worry, I have the key here, I am going to loosen you when the moment arrives.”

I watched him with fear, that’s what I felt at least, and Jerry perceived it. I remained sitting on my knees in front of him without saying word. Jerry sat up and he embraced me.

“Are you scared? It is one more of my toys… I swear to you that all are inoffensive… Don’t you want to play anymore?”

I felt as defenseless as that time when I fell off the skids, we were outside of my house and Jerry was teaching to me to jump with them. When I fell of, he ran to hug me, he tried to carry me back home and he consoled me when I started crying out of fear.

Now he was hugging me again, but his hands were warmer, were like hot wax running over my back and ass while his kisses were also scattered not only in my face but by my neck, allowing me to feel the tips of his rising beard scraping my skin. Jerry pulled down the braces of my negligee, stared at my nipples taking the lubricant in his hands.

“Do you want us to keep on playing?”

He killed with his smile, that charming smile which always put to me in a good mood and animated me when something bad happened.

“Yes. But no more surprises.”

Then he squeezed the last drops over my tits' tips and his tongue reached one of them, licked it so hard he made my complete tit to raise, then the other. Later his lips rushed on one of them and began to suck it, to bite it delicately, to drink of it as if he wanted to feed itself with my flesh. His hands were on my ass, hauling my body towards his face, Jerry enjoyed my breasts as I had enjoyed his penis, I could see it in his face, he enjoyed feeling the hardness of my small buds between his lips. Thus, with his lips stuck to my body he said to me:

“I want to show you something…”

“What thing?”

“Do you see that bed? The one in the back…” Jerry pointed the bed of tortures without stopping sucking to me.

“Yes…”

“Would you like to try it?”

“How…?”

“I know how… But you are not going to get scared, are you?

He looked me in the eyes again, and once again I trusted him. Why not? After all I had always trusted him, I knew he was not going to hurt me; no matter how outlandish and rare his toys could be, he was not going to hurt me. Jerry released me from the handcuffs; we got off the bed, still with my breasts outside the negligee and the braces hanging on my elbows. We walked to the bed and Jerry placed himself behind me.

“Get up, and lay down with your legs opened, one on each one of the divisions, and your head at that end.” He took me by the waist and helped me jump on the board, I obeyed in everything. I placed each one of my legs in the arms of the “Y” and the rest of my body was on the flat board.

“Now lay down… That’s it… Nothing is going to happen. Put your arms back… Yes backwards, both… With these straps I am going to you to tie you, but they are tight enough so you do not slip, ok? I am not going to tighten them much so you do not feel bad… Also I am going to tie your legs… Take it easy… I swear you are going to enjoy it a lot… It is just like when we played the pirates, remember? When we tied one of us and the rest put him inside my parent’s trunk in the bedroom, so the others could found him.”

With the straps I was completely immovable on the flat board.

“I am going to place the camera towards here so you can see in the screen what I am going to do, ok?”

I nodded, and I saw in the screen how the lens of the camera crossed the room until it reached us. I saw Jerry standing between my legs, and caressing them. My hip was almost at the height of his face; I still did not understand what that game was about, or what that toy was for, but the nerves and the excitation were killing me, I could feel my vagina dripping. Jerry’s fingers were very capable; he raised the short skirt of negligee to see my vulva right in front of his face, which was covered only by a small piece of fabric belonged to the thong I had chosen. He brought his face to my thighs and began to smell closing his eyes, his tongue wanted to touch me but it only touched my trimmed hair lightly. I shook. Little by little his tongue advanced in depth touching my vagina lips and gathering the drops coming out of it. My hip began to move. In spite of the straps I could move up and down as if I was being penetrated. Jerry’s tongue finally reached the interior of my lips and I felt one long and deep lick over my vulva’s periphery.

My moans excited him, I could not see his face, but his licks were more and more deep and continuous, guiding the rhythm of my hip. Then I realized that if we had continued that Christmas, when both woke up excited, Jerry had become the first one and better lover in my life. What he made me feel in that precise moment was incomparable; no other man had made me cum as much as he did.

His licking stopped and Jerry’s fingers began the exploration. I could feel the increasing wetness brought forth out of my vulva; no matter how hard Jerry had drunk, the flowing was inexhaustible. His fingers slipped among my lips touching each centimeter, each millimeter and making me moan more and more hard.

“Baby, I love when you moan like that…”

“Jerry… I can’t hold it… I can’t…

“Of course you can… Yes, you can… Keep moaning… Keep moaning and shouting all that you want.” And two of his fingers finally penetrated me. My vagina was contracted just as my throat when feeling it. His fingers moved inwards and towards outside making circles within my lips and beating against the force body of my belly getting right to the…

“Jeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!”

…spot. My convulsions were more and more deep, my hip moved completely arrhythmic while my moans became words.

“I’m cumming... Jerry... I’m cumming!”

With his free hand, Jerry tore off completely the negligee, placed his knees aside of my thighs and he climbed astride on my body.

“Raise it Baby… Raise your hips”

I raised them and Jerry could fuck me holding himself with his arms aside of my legs. His penis entered with the facility his fingers did, and my pleasure was still greater. Feeling its completely turgid, swollen and lubricated member in my interior caused me another orgasm. I wanted to touch him, I wanted to scratch him but the straps stopped to me, I could only see the screen and our bodies united by the center balancing: he forward and back and I upwards and down. Jerry began to shout, as if he was mounting a wild horse trying to dominate it. His convulsions increased and with a hand he removed his penis from my vagina, continued rubbing it until the white foam began to sprinkle my body. I felt the drops and the spurts of his semen ardently falling on my body. In an impulse I wanted to scatter his semen over my breasts, but the straps again did not allow me. Jerry read my thoughts once again:

“Would you want me to spread it for you?”

“Yes, spread it over my boobs. Fill them with your milk…”

And his hands began to scatter the spilled foam, caressing them and squeezing them at the same time. I wanted to be released, needed to be released, so I could hug him and kiss him.

Jerry recovered his breath and finally loosened my hands and legs from the straps. He pulled me down the board. The Jacuzzi was waiting for us. We walked holding hands to the bathtub; I curled up myself in his arms letting him to pamper me as he only knew.

“So, what do you want to play now?” He asked me holding me in the bathtub. “Because I still have many toys to show you.”



Déborah Tourné.