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9/15/2022 12:00 am

Janelle Unpacked

Here is the unpacking of my early documentation of sex with Janelle (edited for spelling, grammar and length).
The thing with Lynette lasted two years and ended as I moved to Los Angeles, following my job. I was down there for two years on assignment. We tried to tough it out. Exchanged letters and talked on the phone (my first phone sex!). But shortly after I moved, she started sleeping with a guy upstairs from her. I tried to understand this as just a physical thing, but it really tore me up. Finally, after about 6 months, it was over.
Thus began my 8 year Hiatus. From the summer of 1982 to the fall of 1991... gee... that’s 9 years, ain’t it?
In 1991, I started sleeping with Janelle. I was pretty much out of it, she had to take the greater initiative. We shared a lot of suggestive banter, but nothing happened until she took me up on one of my offers to cook her dinner. Things moved fast from there. Janelle was about 10 years younger than me, but had been married and divorced, and I dare say, had had many more partners than I.
My control was initially quite poor. I came very quickly. But that was okay with me. I felt a bit sorry for Janelle, though. But I always made her cum, and this was when I realized just how much I enjoyed doing that! I would almost always start, after some foreplay, laying her on her back, trapping her near leg between mine and fingering her to orgasm (yes, this is, in fact, my posted story Held Down). This position would let me suck on her tits if I wanted, or maybe hold her arms above her head at the wrist. My cock would rub against her thigh as I masturbated her. The more aroused she became, the more I did as well. Our excitement would feed one off the other and I always had a hard time not cumming when she did! Indeed, often I failed to stop it and I would come on her thigh as she twisted and writhed in her own orgasm. Yet another indication of how much it excited me to see and feel her cum.
So, what next? From that first dinner, I don’t think Janelle spent another half dozen nights at her own place. I don’t remember a whole lot about the sex itself, other than what I’ve already said (squatting on top of me, cumming on her thigh). She was short, blonde, and chubby. Although she would suck me occasionally, it wasn’t something she seemed to enjoy much, and she did it less and less as our relationship went on. In fact, as the relationship finally soured, she once told me that she knew how much I liked to be sucked and she actually stopped doing it because I liked it so much! There was one time, though.... more later.
On the other hand, my itch for anal sex was finally fully realized with Janelle. After that first time, I had tried it again with Lynette several times. But I was never able to put more than just the head of my cock in her ass, and once in, she just liked the fullness, and found any movement uncomfortable. So, though she found anal play erotic, and enjoyed other things in her ass, I had never really fucked her there.
But early in our relationship, Janelle and I went for a vacation in the mountains. We were using condoms, of which I had some old ones left over. But they kept breaking. And while we were fucking on this vacation, Janelle on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed, me standing behind her, I pulled out to find the condom had broken. She said, “Why don’t you put it where we don’t need a condom?” Oh, my!
Yes, I knew about AIDS and all, and maybe it was a stupid thing to do, but after confirming what she meant, I put the head of my cock against her anus and slowly pressed forward! I went slowly, because I really, really didn’t want to cause pain. And I tried to move very little, remembering how Lynette like to be filled, but not the motion. But Janelle indicated no pain, though she did ask me to stop and wait on occasion. But when my cock was about halfway in, and I wasn’t moving (figuring this was as far as I should go, Janelle began to rock back and forth! Her breathing was deep, and she sounded very satisfied and aroused. After a few back-and-forth motions, my entire length was buried in her ass, and she was moving freely. She asked me, almost plaintively to go ahead and fuck her, so I put my hands on her hips and began to rock myself, gently in and out. She was clearly loving it, so I gradually moved faster, and pressed deeper. Now, finally, I was truly fucking someone in the ass! No half measures. No teases. Just solid fucking as my full cock length slid in and out of her ass!
No surprise that I came quickly! Not as quickly as I expected I would, but soon enough to make the episode rather brief. I emptied my cum into her ass, with my hips pressed up against her cheeks.... And then I just stood there, trying to catch my breath as my cock softened and slid out of her, finally collapsing on the bed next to her where we snuggled together and talked.
She told me her ex-husband had insisted that she learn to accept his cock in her ass, though I don’t remember if she told me how often they had done it. She said that it was always a little painful or uncomfortable at first, but that the feeling soon vanished, and she enjoyed it. And, obviously, unlike Lynette, she liked having her ass fucked, not just filled.
So, there was one fantasy hot item fully met for me! But I was always concerned about hurting her, or pushing her, so in the four years or so that we were together, I’d say I fucked her ass maybe a half dozen times, and always at her request. I felt it would be undue pressure for me to ask her for it. I wanted it only when I was certain that she wanted it! Maybe this was a bit too conservative. Perhaps with a different relationship, I would be more assertive. But at the time, this seemed appropriate, and I certainly have no regrets.
Don’t get me wrong though! It appears I do nothing but write about anal sex. But I am really not obsessed with it, and I would happily forego it with any woman who was not comfortable with it. But it is one of my hot buttons. I admit it.
I also mentioned that I liked to be sucked (more about another anal experience later), but that it was not one of Janelle’s favorite activities. She was also not big on being eaten, though I’m not sure why. She enjoyed it when I did it, but she really didn’t want me to eat her often. Frequently, if I began to lick and nibble on her, she would reach down to pull me up, wanting to move on to other things. She never really explained this, but I’m guessing that she was both somewhat ambivalent about it, and a lot concerned with the thought that my eating her meant she would have to suck me. And though, granted, that was not an unreasonable expectation on her part, I don’t like that game. I like to please a woman just to please her. Because I want to. Not to build up points so that she would be obligated to please me by doing something she didn’t like! I think I’ve said before, that I like it when a woman attends to me out of her desire to please me, because she likes it. Because she wants to. Not because she feels obligated! There are other things that I enjoy. Other things that a woman could do for me other than sucking me, or taking me into her ass! Having a woman masturbate me is a wonderful feeling!
OK. A little bit more about what I like, then two more Janelle stories. (grin)
I like feeling that my partner is enjoying herself. Whether she is giving, or receiving pleasure, I want her to enjoy it. But I do also like to be “attended to” at times. And by this, I mean, sometimes I just want to lie back and be pleasured. To be in a pure state of relaxation and just let my partner do the work. This is what being sucked does for me a lot of the time. I don’t usually want to fuck her mouth, but have her suck me off. I enjoy watching it as well. I like to lie half reclined, or sit, or stand, and have her put on a display for me. (With Lynette, we often used handheld mirrors to get a better view, and she would watch me eat her just as I would watch her suck me.) It’s also what I like about having my partner masturbate me. I find nothing “second class” about a hand-job. I don’t view it as a way to make it easier on my partner. I see it as another way my partner can express attentiveness to my pleasure. I want to see her enjoying the effect her hands on my cock have on me. I guess I want a woman who feels the same way about pleasing me that I feel about pleasing her. When I masturbated Janelle, I reveled in it! Her arousal turned me on! It wasn’t mechanical, it was real! I got every bit as excited, and as I said, I often came on her thigh as she had her orgasm! That’s what I would like in my partner! Someone who could connect with my pleasure and get off on it!
Now, I admit, I was not always this way. I was often rather distracted when I masturbated Lynette. And I’m sorry for that now. I wish I could go back and change it. But I can’t, and we all learn and grow as we slip through time. But this is where I am now, and I love it!
And this was eventually the bone of contention, sexually, that split Janelle and me. In the end, the bottom line was she didn’t feel this way. She didn’t mind my arousal, my turn-ons, but neither did she share them. Often, to her, it was a simple matter that after she came, I should get to cum, too. But she didn’t really get any excitement from my cumming. So, she viewed oral sex as a job, not a pleasure, and the same with a hand job. It used to really annoy me when, after spending a half hour pleasing her and making her cum (and I did enjoy it!), she would reach down to my cock and just pull on it, as though this was all I required or deserved! She wouldn’t even roll over into a comfortable position! (Grrrrrrr.......)
I’m sorry. I’m starting to be unkind now. I don’t mean to be. I’m trying my best to be honest, but of course, I’m sure Janelle saw a different side to this. Or perhaps, like I was with Lynette, we are simply not as thoughtful when we are young. I don’t know. But this is the truth, and these are really my feelings about these matters.
Janelle did like to be fucked. We used most of the more typical positions. Her on top, or me. Me behind her. Or one that I grew to like a lot, where she’d lie on her back on the bed, with her butt just at the edge. I’d stand, bend my knees until I was at the right height, enter her, clasp her legs to my chest and straighten up. This would lift her butt off the bed and she would be suspended from her legs. Then I would thrust into her, hard and fast! It was a great feeling! She clearly enjoyed it, and I could be as wild as I wanted! I loved to watch her breasts bounce and jiggle as I fucked her! I would often search for a rhythm that would set them swinging in long up-down arcs. And she would periodically clutch at them. Squeezing them or pinching her nipples! Otherwise, she might be clutching at the sheets.
In this position I could vary things quite easily. I could hold her legs close, her ankles against my neck. Or open them wide, making her feel exposed. I could press her legs back towards her shoulders, curling her body up and exposing her pussy to my cock. Sometimes I would lean forward and drive her down into the bed, other times I might thrust straight into her, even raising her more from the bed as I fucked her. Then again, I might tell her to reach down and spread her cheeks, so she could feel my balls slap against her exposed anus. I really enjoyed this position!
But as much as I enjoyed fucking her, it would often still leave me feeling a bit empty. Yes, I would cum. Yes, it did feel good. But still, I was not being “attended to”. It was still a matter of having to derive my enjoyment solely from her preferred modes. I longed for her to simply ravish me! To decide that she was going to make me happy today.
I tried to talk to her about it. We tried a few things to resolve it. I tried to suggest that I would let her have what she wanted the rest of the week, but that Friday night would be her turn to please me. Somehow, Fridays were never convenient for her. Towards the end, when the sex was getting infrequent, we agreed we needed to change things, and that on alternating nights we would take turns being responsible for seeing that the TV was turned off and we made love. That lasted about a week (on her end, I kept it up for another two before she wouldn’t even let me seduce her into it). Maybe it’s an old story.... the sex wanes as the relationship matures.... but it seemed worse than that to me. It seemed that I simply wasn’t what was important to her. Bummer! Anyway, back to the good stuff....
There are three other things I can think of to say about sex with Janelle. First, I got my mono just a few months after we started sleeping together. Back then, she was still a very horny lady! As I got sicker and sicker, I eventually couldn’t generate the energy needed to please her as I wished, but my cock still responded! So, she would get me hard and then mount me, and fuck herself on my cock as I just lay there, too weak to do anything but cum! (smile) That was a strange feeling....
Now, maybe my two favorite episodes with Janelle....
The first happened one day, when Janelle had a pinched nerve in her neck. She could barely move it. So, I rubbed some Ben-Gay on it and she lay down in bed to let it pass. I forget what I was doing, or why, but I was dressed in only a bathrobe. And an hour or two later, I went in to see that she was all right. As I stood there, she ran her hand up my legs and began playing with me, making me hard. She tugged on me a bit, and I moved closer. And though she didn’t typically like to suck me, and her neck, while better, was still hurting, she took me into her mouth as she lay there on the bed, her head on the pillow. It felt great, but I was still worried that her neck would hurt, so I tried to stay as much under control as I could. Janelle would seldom swallow my cum, and often would simply finish me off with her hand before I came, so as I felt my orgasm build, I started to step away. But for the one and only time, she wrapped her hand around my leg and pulled me closer! It blew my mind! Here she was, in pain, and yet she was sucking me. Not only that, but she was also insisting that I cum in her mouth! She was swallowing me deeper as I came! This gave me an incredible rush! My legs wobbled, my head spun, I was seriously worried I would pass out! After I came, it was all I could do to walk around to the other side of the bed to lie down! Indeed, I don’t think I made it, as I recall! I think I only got halfway around before I had to sit down. It was incredible!!!
The second episode was also unexpected. It was the middle of the night, and I woke up because Janelle was restless. After a bit, she reached under the covers and began playing with my cock, which, true to form, didn’t take much to get hard. Soon she got up onto her hands and knees and with her ass near my head, she began fellating me. As she sucked me, I played with her pussy. Shortly, she took her mouth of my cock just long enough to ask me to play with her ass. I happily obliged, roaming my hands over her cheeks. But I was going too slowly, and she stopped sucking me again to say that she wanted my finger in her ass. I had assumed as much but was trying to work up to it more slowly. So now I dipped my finger in her pussy to moisten it, and then after tickling her sphincter, I penetrated her ass, and began to finger-fuck her. By now, her head was on my knee as she held onto my cock and pulled at it, her breath becoming labored. Finally, she asked me to get the oil we used when I fucked her ass. When I got back, she was on her knees and elbows at the side of the bed. She said something like.... “I want you to fuck my ass hard. Talk to me. Tell me how good it feels. Pretend I’m someone else and tell me how much better I am than Janelle.”
Now, this was new to me, but I did my best, and she took me easily in her ass. I fucked her hard, and she loved it! Of course, I did too! So, I fucked her ass, telling her how good it felt, how good it looked to see her asshole stretched around my cock, how slutty she was, how open, so much better than Janelle! I think if I had had my wits about me, I could have done a better job becoming a part of her fantasy and really taken her to new heights. But I was still a bit nervous, and worried that I might be misunderstanding her. Anyway, I plowed into her and came in her ass. And we rested together afterwards. Apparently, she had had a dream about being fucked in the ass with a really big dildo that didn’t hurt at all. It had woken her with an itch for the real thing.
This had been my only experience of a spontaneous, middle of the night, sex scene. Neither Lynette nor Janelle appreciated being woken up, and this was the only time either woke me.
Have you ever watched X-rated movies? I mentioned that Lynette and I would go out and see one once and awhile. Once even at a drive-in where we could play while we watched.
When I started seeing Janelle, VCRs had become commonplace, and I had several adult videos. Often, we would watch them together. Janelle loved watching a video as I played with her. She would hold the remote control so she could control what she was watching. I would sometimes be eating her, but mostly just lying next to her, stroking her clit and sucking on her nipples. By paying attention to what she watched, I could see what turned her on. She liked to watch couples fucking! She liked the close-ups on a cock moving in and out of a woman’s pussy. She liked it when the fucking was fast and furious. She was not at all interested in the dialog or the story line. She wanted to see hardcore action! She was also not much interested in seeing and actor (man or woman) masturbate, and only marginally interested in lesbian scenes. She had a similar vague interest in watching a woman suck a man, a bit more so watching a man eat a woman. But fucking.... ahh... that’s what she liked to watch! And I don’t recollect any preferred positions. So long as there was a woman being fucked on the screen, she was interested! I suppose she incorporated those scenes into her fantasies.
For my part, I also like watching videos and masturbating to them. I wish she would have treated me a bit more like I did her. I don’t believe she ever once sucked me as I watched, and I don’t even remember her masturbating me. It was more of the same kind of attitude that, “Well, go ahead, I don’t mind.” Gee, I really don’t sound like I had a lot of fun with her, do I? Occasionally I would fuck her as we watched, but she would soon lose interest in the videos at these times... putting her head down and enjoying the fuck instead.
I do like to know a bit about the story line, though I’m not a fanatic about it! And I like the dialog that builds up to the actual sex, and as the sex proceeds. And there is little that I am ambivalent about in these films. I like the masturbation scenes, either sex. Same with oral sex. I enjoy watching the fucking but might get a little bored if it goes on too long without variation. I like the anal sex scenes (who would have guessed! (wink)). When they’re fucking, I prefer some positions to others, generally enjoying it more when I can see the woman ass as they fuck. So doggie and woman on top are pleasant positions for my viewing pleasure. I like it a lot when the actors really seem to be into it, when they seem to be overcome by what is going on. So, I love to see a man being sucked take the woman’s head in his hands and pull her down onto his cock. Or a woman lifting her ass off the bed as she’s being eaten. But my number one turn-on in the movies? I like the initial penetration. I love it when after the foreplay, there is a scene where the man moves into position and begins to enter the woman. I particularly like it when she guides the cock into her! That initial penetration seems somehow very special to me and it is often when I will come while watching a movie. And, of course, it is an extra special thrill to see that same initial penetration of a woman’s ass! I feel rather cheated if there is simply a cut from one scene to another and suddenly the man is now fucking her ass!
One time Janelle and I went to an adult motel for the night, getting there mid-afternoon and staying until mid-morning. We were both completely sore when we left! It was a large room with a sunken tub, an open shower, a big bed surrounded by mirrors and continuous adult movies on the TV, 2 channels. We fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked........
Janelle occasionally liked to be spanked during sex. It wasn’t anything formal like an over the knee spanking, but as I stood behind her, sometimes I would smack her ass good and hard. She’d gasp and she told me once or twice that she kind of liked it. I wish she had been more forthcoming about why, and whether she wanted more. She was not much into sharing any stories or fantasies of her own, except for one, that I would use as I whispered in her ear.
I also tried a little bondage with Janelle. I had a pair of handcuffs, and I cuffed her hands behind her back one night. I tried a couple things with her. I spread some honey on my prick and had her suck it off. I also alternated having her suck me and fucking her. I like the thought of a woman tasting her own juices, licking them off my cock. While she was cuffed, I did not ask her permission for anything. I did not ask if she wanted to suck me, I simply pressed her to her knees and directed her mouth to my cock. Then I guided her to the bed and putting her on her knees, I fucked her from behind for a while, then turned her around, sat her on the edge of the bed, and pulled her face to my cock again. I did this several times. (grin)
But Janelle had her own definite limits. She did not like to masturbate in front of me. One time I sat her on the bed, brought in a mirror and placing it between her legs, I told her to masturbate and watch herself do it. She refused.


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