Sexcapade Files #42: The Jackrabbit

“Quality over quantity” has always been one of my main mottos in life, and sex is no exception to the rule. This sexcapade is a prime example of when the results of quantity DEFINITELY did not surpass quality.

A few months ago, I started to casually date a guy named Josh. He was a Puerto-Rican/Dominican with an light-olive complexion and a meaty build, dark wavy hair close-cropped to his head, and a short-trimmed goatee to match his sophisticated yet “bling-bling” look (which I didn't realize until later, that his sophisticated look was more on the “blingy” side than anything else, the type that really turned me off). However, he seemed intelligent, conversational, and gentlemanly enough that I figured it wouldn't hurt to go on a date with him.

After visiting an art gallery and having a few smokes at a cigar bar, we headed off to his place to “watch a movie” (Translation – to fuck). However, as I figured out later on, there were a few things about him that made him strike-out even more:

1.The fact that HE STILL LIVED WITH HIS PARENTS!! (loser)
2.The fact that he smoked a lot of pot (and sometimes sold it...ewww)

(There are other strikes I noticed while fucking him, but I'll be revealing them later as I tell my story.)

Nevertheless, we ended up fucking anyway, after those first two strikes, mainly because I was curious as to how he fucked. During one of our conversations on our way to his house, he mentioned that the most sex he had in a day was twelve times – and he boasted about it, thinking that would impress me. However, I guess he didn't really know what he was dealing with...

We were laying on his bed, cuddling as we watched the opening credits of a movie. His right arm cradling my head, I felt his left hand caressing my stomach in circles, softly and slowly, until his head leaned into mine to kiss me. His lips were smooth and soft (maybe a little too soft), but as our kisses became more fervent, the more I felt his kisses becoming more uneven and harder to synchronize to. He continued to kiss me, but while doing so, his hand reached from under my shirt to pull out my breasts by the nipples, first tugging the right and then the left, and sloppily rolled the nipples with his fingers, pinching them, until they became hard and erect.

We hustled out of our clothes, hurling them into different corners of the room, until we were both naked, except for his boxer briefs, his cock pitching a tent under the blue fabric. From the outline of his cock, I could see that he was definitely thick, but somewhat of an average length. What I didn't expect was what I saw when I pulled his briefs off...

HE HAD A CURVED COCK!!

I had never fucked a curved dick before. From his shaft, it slightly curved outward towards his balls, and his head pointed at an angle toward his stomach. It was as if his cock was shaped like the contour of a sliver of the moon. I had never felt been fucked by a curved cock before, but I will try almost anything once...

So I took a hold of his cock with my hands (unfortunately, he was wasn't shaved...sigh...), and started to jerk it with my fist. It was slightly strange, as I stroked him, how my hand would slope upward and downward, slightly twisting my hand to the shape of his cock, making it a bit uncomfortable. Although he wasn't long (about 6-7 inches, roughly), he was of average thickness, I started to wonder as to how he would feel in me, if it would feel any different than a straight cock.

I told him to lie down on the bed, and I knelt over him, kissing his mouth, trying to get some control over him, my lips and tongue found its way to his chin, trailing towards the dips and valleys of his ear lobes, then southward to his neck where I found a sensitive spot (he trembled and moaned a bit), then went down towards his nipples, where I lightly sucked, kissed and nipped at his nipples, then making a path with my mouth to his love handles and stomach, and then teasing his pubic area, all the while stroking his curved cock, feeling precum drip from his head, and my fingers smearing the sticky substance all over his cock.

All the while, he was groaning and moaning himself away on the bed:

“Baby, I can't stand it anymore, you're gonna make me come,” he whined.

“You really don't know what you're dealing with, don't you?” I teased.

I lowered my head onto his cock, licking the top like an ice cream cone, swirling patterns with my deft tongue. I explored around his head, licking underneath the rim of his mushroom head, flicking the knob of skin near his cock hole, then heading south along the vein running his shaft, all the while his hips would not stop gyrating from the sensations coming from his cock.

“Holy shit, what the fuck was that?” he exclaimed.

“Wait, I'm not done with you yet,” I answered.

“Please, you're going to make me cum, I want to fuck you,” he pleaded.

“Wait just a little more,” I said.

My mouth found his ball sack, and although he wasn't shaved, I somehow was able to avoid getting hair stuck to my teeth when I sucked his balls in and out in my mouth, sliding them around around with my tongue, and then stimulating the small seam in the center of his ball sack between my two fingers. He jumped up, gyrating even more, until he stopped and I continued on with my cock play.

He was oozing more precum than before, drops of drops of translucent precum, trickling down the slit of his cock and onto my fingers. I decided to rub my palm on his cock head in slow, heavy strokes, feeling his smooth cock skin pull on my palm as I rubbed towards the direction of his stomach while holding his shaft down with a steady left hand, torturing him more with a bit of pressure, marking my territory that he hasn't had anything like this before.

His body shivered and he whimpered in shock – a short and loud whimper – that I had to stop and make sure that I wasn't hurting him.

“Are you okay?” I worried.

“Oh my god, you are going to make me come....please let me put my dick inside you,” he pleaded even more.

“No, I'm not done yet,” I smirked.

I lowered my mouth on his head again, temptingly teasing his head, engulfed it and inched it down my throat, until my mouth reached his pelvis. Giving his shaft a squeeze, I lifted my mouth and deep-throat him again, all the while massaging his balls, playing with his perineum, then switching to massaging his balls again.

Then I started to suck. I increased the pressure on his shaft with my mouth, and from the bottom, I held on his shaft tightly with my right hand, and created a vacuum on his head and a part of his shaft, and he cried out:

“I can't take this anymore, please let me fuck you, I don't want to come now...I don't want to come just yet...” he couldn't stop pleading.

So I finally relented, after I had sufficed the need and the pleasure of making this guy buckle to his knees, and I lay down on the bed. He took his two fingers and slightly rubbed my clit in a hard way, up and down, lubing me up with my cum by dipping his fingers into my wet pussy, then rubbing me hard again.

Not exactly what I expected.

“So, you don't eat pussy?” I asked, a bit annoyed.

“No, I've never tried, because I'm scared of it,”

Oh boy, here goes Strike #3. I've just showed this guy some of my techniques and he doesn't return the favor. Then again, there have been times when guys had said that they were good pussy eaters and I was left unsatisfied...I'd probably give him half credit for telling the truth, but it's still disappointing.

He takes his fingers, dips them into my pussy, and starts thrusting in – a little too hard than I expected. It was good, it got me off, but it was a little too rough and jarring. While finger-thrusting into my pussy, I was hanging on, trying to keep quiet (for fear that his parents would hear us...uggghhh), he was sucking my nipples, biting a bit, but not enough for me to really enjoy the sensations.

So he hovered over me and slipped his cock inside my pussy. It felt kind of weird going in, it wasn't smooth at all, kind of like you felt it coming in, trailing over all the sensitive spots and crevices inside your vagina, that once it was in, it hit the SPOT! I felt myself clench, and as he thrust into me, not even smooth, slow strokes, he was at full-force thrust, that every time he pushed his cock into me, I couldn't help but put a pillow over my mouth to keep myself from screaming.

His curved dick was automatically hitting my spot over and over...

Now let's take a detour for a bit and do some commentary: you may ask, “why is it a problem that you're getting hit on that g-spot automatically? Isn't it a good thing??” Well, actually, it isn't a good thing at all! Think about this: this guy barely got me warmed up (he got more of a warm up than I did), and now he's constantly hitting my g-spot from the get-go.

Here is a good metaphor to describe this situation: I would compare this situation to being pushed off a cliff blindfolded, hitting a few rocks on your way down.

He basically fucked just like a jackrabbit.

His hips drilled me down to the bed, his cock pounding me in and out, in a fast pace, hitting my g-spot so much that not only was it so strikingly jarring, it was somewhat enjoyable, but also really sore and painful. He was fucking the life of my pussy away, not even stopping to rest, sweat pouring down his face.

And then he gave out a big sigh, came into the condom, then pulled out.

All in all, this whole experience lasted less than an hour – I would say, at most, 40 minutes.

An hour later, it was the same process again (but less blowjob play), and it was like clockwork, he lasted about 20 minutes.

And two more times after that, made him last 20 minutes or less.

And so it went for me to fuck a jackrabbit.

I was so sore from fucking him that night, that it was hard to walk for a couple of days. It definitely wasn't pleasant, but it was kind of nice to somehow satisfy the need, that craving of fucking, that after-sex glow you have for a few days after a fuck (even if it was an ehhhhhhhhh one).

So I gave him another chance to see if he would change his ways. Guess again! The only thing different he did that time was fuck me doggy-style. That is definitely not my idea of “experimentation”, plus the fact that I felt so nervous seeing his parents the next day as we left his house after a night of fucking so he could drop me home.

After that second chance, I never really bothered to give him a call again, it wasn't worth it. A curved dick who came too fast and didn't eat pussy wasn't my cup of tea. There was no quality there, regardless of the quantity.

So my quest to find more exciting partners continues...