Bobby Jo

Bobby Jo by Jessica Wayne
4818 words, 25 pages

Bobby Jo and Jason had a perfect relationship, so much so, that he was on the verge of asking for this fair maiden's hand in marriage. Before he could propose though, he had some unfinished business with the Arizona Gaming Commission. That meant a trip to the Hopi Reservation to meet Whistling Wind. What he didn't know was how much Whistling Wind would change his life, forever.

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Bobby Jo climaxed in harmony with Jason's body stiffening in an all out orgasm. The two yelled out expletives to their individual Gods in an uncontrolled expression of pure ecstasy.

Soaked in sweat from their frenzied copulation, Jason reached his red bandana to entrap the oozing juices flowing from Bobby Jo's vagina. She, still producing latent spasms of sexual satisfaction, jerked with a wonderful new pleasure as the red cloth cleaned up ever so softly around her, now tender, clitoris.

It was late; stars twinkled bright in the black heaven above their love blanket. Stars surrounded Jason's beautifully formed facial features as she lay and admired him as he languished over her. His intense blue eyes were obviously dancing over her own face (and body) as he continued to breathe heavy from their love tryst in the golden pile of hay behind her family barn.

The warm Arizona night, with the temperature stagnate in the mid-eighties, enhanced their heated sex romp, freeing their sweat to pour copiously at the crescendo of their post orgasmic fury.

"Oh my God! Jason. You're amazing."

"Oh no, Bobby Jo. It's pure you, girl," and his hand did a soft glide over her breasts in small circles and then moved lower where he stopped it just below her navel, to savor her sweat moist flesh. "You light me up, kid. It's some kind of mystic phenomena or something." He then pushed a tress of damp golden hair back from her forehead and kissed her with passion, a passion that rose straight up from his emotional laden heart.

The two lay side by side without talking. Naked to the world, they enjoyed the surrounding night and its nocturnal sound without a thought to social consequence or any concern of reality.
Enjoying their beautiful exhaustion, Jason's thoughts awkwardly wandered to his up and coming workday. His job with the Arizona Gaming Commission would take him onto the Hopi Indian Reservation. He was going there to see the beautiful Indian maiden, Whistling Wind. He would get her to sign some dubious legal papers; Papers that would give public access to her family section of there protected Federal lands.

Breathing slower now, Bobby Jo's thoughts were dancing around the Milky Way in awe of so many stars sprawled out and twinkling softly across the immense sky above them. She, still feeling and enjoying, the pleasant tingling sensations that lingered happily throughout her now satiated body.

She reached Jason's cock, massaging its going flaccid softness. He issued forth an involuntary spasm of natural acknowledgement. "Oh baby." She cooed, and then ran her thump through the last drop of his residual cum that oozed from the opening of his bulbous penis head.