"Plotz?"
"Fall over dead, or at least fall over."
"Why?"
"Jews aren't supposed to eat pork or meat and dairy in the same meal."
"I could have the pickle?"
"Ok. A pickle and rye bread sandwich, coming up! You still want the mustard?"
"Wait! I'm not Jewish. Can't I have the whole sandwich?"
I smiled. "I'll go down the street and get you the sandwich. You like chips too?"
"No, thanks. A Diet Coke would be good."
"Right! I'll be back soon."
I was. Twenty minutes door to door. We sat on the bed and ate. When we were finished I took the top sheet, that we had used as a table cloth, and pulled it carefully from the bed. My intention was to take it outside and shake it. When I pulled it off the bed Jennifer made no move to close her legs or hide her treasure. I stopped and looked.
"I'm feeling better today."
"You look better today, too."
I took the sheet out and shook it. When I brought it back Jennifer had taken off my t-shirt and was holding her breasts.
"Could you help me? I want to see how the bruises on my chest are healing. Would you touch them?"
It had been a while since anyone had asked me to touch their tits. I sat on the bed near her and she released her breasts to me. I closely examined the right breast and touched each area of discoloration. She said, "Nope, doesn't hurt," each time.
I moved over to the left breast and did the same. Her response was the same. I started to sit back up. Her hand stopped me. I looked into her eyes and she said, "Could you check my nipples too, please?"
I lifted a hand and she grabbed it and shook her head. Her other hand went to the back of my head and pulled my face to her breast. My mouth opened and I touched her nipple with my tongue.
"Nope, doesn't hurt."
I moved my head to her other nipple and her hands both held my head. I kissed her nipple and flicked it with my tongue. She pressed me into her soft breast and I sucked as much of her tit into my mouth as would fit. Time was not important for me. She tasted and felt wonderful. As I sucked she responded and her nipple tightened.
After some time and attention were spent on her breasts she said, "There is one other bruise I need you to check. Ok?"
"Lead me to it. I promise to be tender and careful."
She spread her legs and gently moved my head down from her tit towards her pussy.
"When I checked it earlier I found a little hard spot. Could you check it for me? I hope it's OK."
My tongue touched her slit, low.
"That spot?"
"No. A little higher, I think."
I probed between her lips and found her vaginal opening.
"That spot?"
"That spot is wet, not hard."
"Tastes good."
"Thank you. Feels good too, but that's not it."
I sucked one of her inner lips.
"Not it. Feels very good though."
Over the next few minutes I sucked, licked, kissed and probed every part of her delicious pussy, without touching her clit. Her juices flowed and her vagina opened in invitation.
"Go a little higher, please."
My tongue brushed against it, just for a second.
"There! Yes, that's the spot."
Again, I touched it and left it.
"Suck my clit Nick! I want to cum from you kissing my clit!"
I wrapped my lips around her bud and sucked.
"Right there!"
I sucked, released, sucked and released over and over. Jennifer thrashed all over the bed and then suddenly stiffened and stopped breathing. Her head tilted back and her mouth opened but no sound came out. She stayed like that a long time and I started to get worried.
She took in a sudden deep breath and moaned. Her legs clamped on my head and her hands held my head right where she wanted it. I looked out from between her legs, over her belly and between her tits to watch her face. Her eyes had been closed for a long time.
When she opened them she looked down at me and smiled. She pulled me up across her body to lie next to her. She held my head next to her chest and she softly said, "I may need you to check my bruises often for the next year or so."
"I was thinking the same thing."
"You're my first."
"Your first Jew?"
"No. You are the first man who ever kissed me down there."
"Thank you for the privilege. You are sweet and I'd be happy to do that any time you might like it."
"Are you hard?"
"Yes."
"Would you like to check my insides for bruises?"
"Yes! But I don't think you are healed enough for that action yet."
"Then stand next to the bed and feed me your cock. I want your stuff in either my mouth or my pussy. Take your choice."
I stood next to the head of the bed and she bent a little and swallowed my cock. She watched my face as she sucked me in and her tongue explored every part of my cock. I'm not a giant. I've read some stories and the authors must have a strange ruler to measure their cocks at ten inches or more. My first girl-friend wanted to measure. She used the plastic ruler from her book bag. We were seniors in high school. She announced, "Six and five-eighths inches."
Jennifer could and did get all of my cock in her mouth. Her tongue created sensations on my cock that I had never felt before. Her hands played with my balls and as my sack started to tighten up she tugged gently and kept my balls from tightening up. What she did felt good and very strange.
She pulled her head off my cock and said, "You sure you want this and not my cunt?"
"Open your legs."
I helped. The casts were heavy and I held one in each hand. She helped my throbbing to find its way home. Then we bounced together making wet sounds and grunts until I filled her. I pressed in as deeply as I could get, six and five-eighths inches, and held still as I emptied into her.
She smiled up at me and said, "I don't want to spend hours in the wet spot. Could I have a towel to get the stuff as it comes out?"
I lowered her legs and dropped to my belly between them. I lifted her casts onto my back and stuck my face into her slit.
"Oh my God! You're eating your own cum from my cunt! Men don't do that!"
I didn't argue, I just kept doing it. I'd never done it before, never thought about doing it, but I liked it. She did too. Before I quit, she came again.