Jenny was dressed as if she came out of a cabaret and the world was her oyster. She was dressed in black high heels and a stunning midnight blue bustier with garter straps that held up her classy black stockings. The bustier pushed up her boobs, giving off the illusion that they were round, juicy melons ready to be eaten. A vintage matching blue skirt accentuated her curves and that scrumptious ass. The long dark blue gloves she wore made her look elegant and classy. Her dark brown hair was straight and cascading down her back.
The only makeup she wore was ruby red lipstick and mascara, both which brought out her smooth and light cocoa brown skin and feline-like features. She was my shining star. She wasn't performing a show for an audience. She just loved to dress that way for the hell of it. She did it especially for me. Everyday. If you ever saw her in the street, she'd remind you of Halle Berry. She was one drop-dead gorgeous woman. Most of all, she was something special. Yeah I know, how cliché it is that I'd call my lover special. In all seriousness, she was special. She is a pseudo-hermaphrodite. She's all women, but has a penis-like clitoris that grows to about 3 inches when she's aroused. It's strange to a lot of people. Frankly, it turns a lot of people off. It was very difficult for her to live with it. Few men were turned on by her unique clitoris; most of them were disgusted and afraid. Women, on the other hand, loved it.
If it weren't for women, she would have had surgery to make her extraordinary clit look just plain ordinary. Thank God that Jenny had brains. One of the reasons why I adore Jenny is because of that amazing clitoris. Call me self-indulgent, but I could write dozens and dozens of poems about how blessed I was to be one of the very few people who embraced the way her clit throbbed like a man's cock, the way she could move it up and down, how it literally quivered, the way it grew hard, and the intense orgasms she got from a slight sliver of the tongue and the warmth of an eager and curious mouth engulfing it. Jenny and I have had such great erotic and intimate moments together, too many to count and too many to tell in one single story. I can only reveal to you one moment that I shall never forget. I won't tell you about the first time I had my lovely Jenny. Instead, I will tell you of the last.
As I've mentioned, her attire was entirely sensual, erotic, and classic. Her face was especially raw and intimate that evening. We always strayed from relying on the bedroom for an evening of raunchy, kinky, and sometimes plain ol' romantic sex. Of all places, we were in a church. It was a small and simple church that she had went to most of her life while growing up as a Christian. Funny enough, she was never that religious. We never talked about religion. Jenny was my religion and I was hers. In a sense, the setting couldn't have been more perfect.
It's awfully cold in here, I shivered.
We'll have each other to keep warm, she smiled.
She held onto my hand and led me to the center of the stage where the choir sang. A stained glass portrait of Jesus Christ and angels hung above us. We could see our breath in the freezing air. She held onto me warmly, kissing and licking my earlobe.
I'm going to miss you... she whispered.
I wish you would tell me why you have to leave and go to a faraway place that you've never been to before...you won't even tell me where it is.
Maybe one day I can tell you, but not now...
Is there another lover out there waiting for you?
No. I don't care for another lover.
I wanted to cry.
Please stay...
She kissed me, deep and hard, soft and tender. My hands grazed down her back and along her buttocks. For the first time, I didn't want to tear off her skirt and fuck her senseless. I wanted to embrace her, engender her, and savor the moment.
Your touch feels amazing...
Her hands went down to my thighs and my ass. She squeezed my ass through my plain and ordinary dress. Our breasts pressed against each other. I felt the electrical warmth of our kiss and touch running through my entire body.
My clitty already has the hots for you, she chuckled.
I slid my hand up her skirt and felt that bulge through her panties.
My baby...god, I'm gonna miss her...
I shivered. My body couldn't hold on. I went down on my knees and lifted up her skirt. Her clit was hard and firm, up straight like a little cock. I kissed the bulbous head against the fabric of her white thong. Jenny put her hands on my hand and ran her trembling fingers through my hair. She was already feeling aroused. Her clit grew; she made it bounce up and down. I was always amazed me that she could make her clit function that way; the way that only the male anatomy can perform with their member. I've seen and played with many clits before, but none were like hers. I sucked on her clit while she still had her panties on. The blood in her clitty made it fat and slightly bigger. It fit into my mouth perfectly like a glove to a hand.
Oh fuck, baby... she squeaked.
The juices of her pussy began to form beads of wonderful creamy goodness. I loved how I could taste her and munch out her pussy while devouring her clit. I was spoiled by the tickly feeling of the head of her clit throbbing and pushing against my nose. I was tempted to eat her out, but instead, my attention was solely on her clit. I pulled her panties to the side. My mouth smothered her clit, which was warm, divine, and powerful inside of me. She kicked her head back and groaned, thrusting her hips back and forth. I pulled away; her clit thumped up and down. I pulled back the foreskin; I could see the tiny veins that suggested the power of the pleasure. It aroused me so much. She was shaking.
I love you... she moaned.
I caressed her ass cheeks and moved my finger into her crack. I rubbed the tip of my finger against her asshole, which instantly tensed up when I tried to make an entry. I slid my finger down to her pussy, where it was already gloriously wet. I pushed my finger into her tiny little hole. Her pussy walls clenched onto it.
Oh God...
Jenny...I'm not trying to butter you up by saying this, but you're the most amazing woman I've ever met in body and soul...
I slid my finger up deeper into her, thrusting it in and out of her at a quick pace. I made a slight curve to reach up to her g-spot. When I found it, I pressed down softly and wiggled my finger the way she loved it best: fast. She instantly moaned and reached an orgasm. I've always been told that I have the magic touch. Jenny proved it. She nearly fell to the ground. The pleasure was a tidal wave, a wonderful storm that drowned her in sweet ecstasy. Her eyes were shocked and enchanted. She slowly went down to her knees. My finger was still deep inside of her when she reached the floor.
You give me such spine-tingling chills...
I smiled. My finger was drenched with her creamy white juices when I pulled out. I sucked and swallowed every drop of it. She pulled me towards her closer, lifting me up and setting me down on her lap. My damp panty covered pussy rested right on her clit.
I feel it knocking on my door... I quivered. It's welcome to come right inside...
She put her hands on my breasts and squeezed gently. She bit on my hard and perky nipples through the top of my dress, making me squeal. She slid down the straps of my dress and wrapped her hands around my breasts, making them bulge and causing the nipples to become more erect.
You have such tiny and delicious breasts....
She bit down on my nipple quite hard. I shrieked. I loved it rough.
Mmmm...
She tugged on it. A zing of pain and pleasure all at once pulsated in my nipple. She sucked on it as if she was trying to catch the juice from a fruit. Meanwhile, I slid two fingers up her sex, twirling it around slowly, hearing the tiny hole click and gape. It grew as hot as a pre-heated oven. My fingers sunk deeper inside of her, not giving her too much, but completely surrendering to my desire to pleasure the very core of Jenny's body. With my thumb I slapped the head and neck of her clit. Jenny's eyes stared into my soul. My spirit was screaming I love you, I adore you, and I want to make love to you!
Before I even sensed it, she pulled my panties to the side. Her clit did exactly as I wanted; she knocked on the door of my pussy and walked right in. There was always something so intense and fucking unbelievable to have a woman's clitoris inside of me! Who would have thought such a thing could physically happen? I would never experience anything like that again.
Ooh, Jenny sighed.
Fuck, I can feel all of it, all three amazing inches of your clit...
I can feel your pussy quivering around her...oh god...so tight and so wet...
She gripped my hips and thrust her clit in and out of me. You might imagine that she fucked me like a man. I would never say or declare such a thing. She wasn't a man; she was a woman, my woman, and fucked me like a real woman should. Her clit moved in and out of me nice and gently, waking up every bit of my insides. My hips moved to her rhythm. Our pussies smacked against each other. Her clit went deeper and deeper inside of me, filling me up, fulfilling my needy heart. We could hear the echo of our pants and moans bouncing off the walls of the church. Our passion was the choir. I'm sure the angels could hear us, and even the sweet Lord and our Savior Jesus Christ. They'd rejoice because it was real pagan poetry, the dark and mysterious kind, a secret heart, the one that embraces the meaning of true love. We were women, angels of the night in a church where love making was completely sacred and acceptable. Nothing came between us. Her clit plunged in and out of me for what felt like forever. Forever was mine. I came a dozen times and so did she. We made the church floor sticky with our sweat and passion. The church was still cold and slightly dark, but the heat of our bodies was enough to make it seem like we were in an enchanted desert. In Jenny's eyes, I always saw the light. We still had our clothes on. We always fucked and made love with clothing; rarely did we do it with clothes off. We felt that full nudity took away the mystery and fun of the sex act. But this time, I wanted to see her naked body and worship it.
May I take off your clothes? I whispered bluntly.
She nodded.
I unsnapped the back of her bustier, revealing her full upper body. Such big and perky breasts she had; her nipples were a cherry pink and around it was dark chocolate. Her lower body was naturally slim and muscle toned. She had a belly button ring. Her hips were nice and wide, perfect for child bearing. I took off her skirt. Her shaved pussy was stunning. Her clit was the queen of that castle, standing right above it, surrounded by just a tiny bit of pubic hair. Her killer legs could make anybody lust after her. Again, I wanted to cry. I was going to miss everything, not just her body. Everything about Jenny: That face, which always expressed a sense of modesty, strength, and vulnerability; her smile, childlike and naïve; her personality, at times timid and introverted, but at moments wild and enchanting; her soul, full of courage that even she did not know that she posessed; her heart, magical and sensitive, a little too secretive. I loved Jenny and always will, but even to this day I don't know who the real Jenny is. She kept to herself. Whatever the reason, I loved her still.
I embraced her naked body. I was the only one clothed. I worshipped her with kisses from head to toe. I teased her skin from toe to forehead with my tongue. I ate her out again and again and again. I made love to both her holes with only simple dainty fingers and my tongue, nothing more or less. I didn't want to let go of her, ever. That church was our sanctuary. She was my true sanctuary. For the first time I wanted to pray. I don't believe in praying, but I do believe in miracles. I thought that possibly a miracle would bring her back to me. I would have even felt blessed if that miracle told me why she left and where she went off too.
Listen, I have a case of wanderlust, she told me before she left me for good. I want to go to places where I don't know what it's like...
I swallowed my pride. I let her journey on. The memory of our last night together at the church left me hurting for days and days. I told myself Don't cry because it ended, cry because it happened. My Jenny, how empty I feel without you. There are so many things I never told you. I have a lot of experience with pain, but nothing like this. I want you, I need you. When I suck on my tongue, it's in remembrance of you. When I see myself in the mirror, I see a woman in wanting and waiting for her true love to come back. No strings attached honey. I never expected us to live happily ever after, but I can't help but think Why did you have to leave me? Will you ever come back?
I must journey onward too. I will never lie to anyone by saying that there is never a day when I don't miss her and her God-given clit. I can still feel it inside of me. I can still feel her womanly strength in the core of me. I can still hear her, smell her, breathe her into my lungs, and surrender to her in mind, body, and soul. Deep down, she is where I want to stay. She was my home. |
