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Jen-Hewitt's Lover

By: Archer2050



If you're reading this and you don't understand that the Celebrity category is fictional and not meant to hurt or represent said celebrity in any truthful way, then you probably shouldn't be reading it. 

Thanks to Duane for the suggestion and inspiration...

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Angie had given her husband ample opportunity to come clean. She had asked him in about a hundred different ways, never being as straightforward as asking, "Are you cheating on me" because she didn't want him to know that she already knew the answer, but eluding to that fact nonetheless. Since she had cheated on him first and since she had accidentally started this whole affair off, she would have forgiven him if he'd admitted to it.

But Carl never did admit to it, and what was worse, he reacted very harshly to her investigations, trying to make her feel terrible for suspecting such a thing, which might have been called for if he was being honest. But Carl in fact was cheating on Angie, and she was seeing undeniable proof for the second time as she tried to think of a way to deal with this.

The first time she'd actually witnessed him fucking Cindy, the 19 year old Hispanic bar slut, with her own eyes. But since that evening, Angie had been trying to find a way to prove what she already knew in her head and heart--that they had been seeing each other long after that first time. Carl was very good at covering his tracks, so it had been with great difficulty (and a lot of luck) that Angie finally managed to get video of her husband plowing the tall, ultra skinny girl, fucking her face, licking her ass, and shooting cum in every hole of the young woman who was 15 years his junior. As mad as she was, she couldn't help but marvel at how different her husband was with this slut; he totally dominated and humiliated her, and she loved it.

Despite her anger, Angie wondered if she had been like that I bed with him, maybe their relationship would be in better shape. Playing such a submissive role wasn't of any interest to Angie, but then again she'd never really tried it. Still, Carl had never asked her. And it was too late now. This video wasn't just to satisfy her need to be right about the situation. This was evidence to be used in court.

But things took a dramatic turn at the end of the video. After the sex was over and Carl and Cindy--him covered in sweat, her in cum--resting and caught their breath on his and Angie's bed, Carl whispered to his slut girlfriend that he loved her. That was a big enough deal to Angie, but it didn't end there. He took Cindy's hand, admired a ring she wore, and then told the skinny Latina that she must "remember to never wear it around Angie because it belonged to her grandmother".

As angry as she was, Angie could have cried, and was surprised when she didn't. The diamond ring, left to her a year ago with her grandmother's passing, was worth in the area of eight-thousand dollars, but it was in bad shape after decades of neglect. She knew Carl had snuck it away, and found a receipt confirming that he was having it cleaned it up as a surprise for her. She had been excited, and played into the surprise by asking him if he'd seen it--he said he hadn't--and then pretending to be very upset for losing it. But now here he was, giving her grandmother's ring to that pretty little whore.

Now, Angie thought, this wasn't just about adultery. She was going to get him for this if it meant going to Hell and back.

She spent hours trying to come up with a way to exact her revenge, and her need for it only grew as she learned more about Carl's intentions. She opened a locked file cabinet in the garage that she knew he didn't think she knew about and found notes and plans to pay off some local guys to lie about having sex with her. He had even collected evidence, from panties to lipstick, meant to be used against her in his own apparent divorce settlement. Angie couldn't believe Carl would stoop to such lows, and it only made her more determined to get him first.

She came up with the plan that same evening, when she glanced at the local newspaper's front page...

The headline I read was "Love Is In The Air". It was referring to Jennifer Love-Hewitt, who was going to be paying our town a visit. First, let me explain how Jennifer Love-Hewitt even heard about our dinky town. Ok, well it isn't dinky. We have maybe a hundred thousand people. Or maybe it's closer to fifty thousand. Either way, it's not the brightest star in the Midwest, but its home.

There was some contest to find the best Jennifer Love-Hewitt look-alike, and somehow two of the final five contestants lived in my city. The older of the two had even gone to my high school, and graduated a year after me. The other one was her younger sister. This was great publicity for...well...Ms. Love-Hewitt, so she stopped in town for a photo op. I was even there when they took the picture in the town square. It was in a couple newspapers (the local one, for sure) and a magazine or two. Ultimately, the girls in my town only received 5th and 2nd place respectively, which was good enough for some small cash prizes and fifteen seconds of fame. The winner was some girl on the east coast who, though I really didn't care, I didn't think looked much like the celebrity at all.

So a few months go by, and the rumors start up that Jennifer was so impressed by our town during her visit (we did, after all, have a Jennifer Love-Hewitt parade the day she came, and the mayor declared the day Jennifer Love-Hewitt day) that she had inquired about buying a house here. And sure enough, it wasn't long when she had actually purchased a nice big place on the edge of town. The newspaper article said she would be arriving in town tomorrow to move in. But here is the key--I was part of the town's volunteer welcoming committee. I made sure Jennifer's stay went picture perfect and that she had everything she needed. I had never worked with a celebrity before, but Jen made it easy. She was nice, or at least she faked it well, and we became relatively close when she was here. We shared a couple drinks, and were on a first name basis. She even gave me her private phone number, though I hadn't yet used it. I suppose we might have become friends, but honestly I felt jealous of her; not just her fame and money, but her looks, too. She had everything, and being with her, due to my own insecurities, made me feel like a second-class citizen.

Since she wanted to avoid the fanfare this time around my services weren't needed, but I knew Jennifer wouldn't object to me calling and offering any help I might be able to give. So that night I called her up, we chatted a little, and I found out she would be staying in one of the hotels in town while her stuff was all unpacked and arranged. She asked me to meet her there for a drink in the hotel bar. 

About an hour after the call, Carl came home. He didn't smell as if he'd showered or had sex, so this seemed to be a rare night when he actually was working late. I told him I'd talked to Jennifer, and that I was meeting her tomorrow. Even in our sad state of affairs, he perked up at this news. A lot of guys I know have a list of five or so celebrities they'd drop anything to sleep with, and I knew Jennifer Love-Hewitt was high on my husband's list, though I also knew he'd never have the balls to do anything about it.

But I was going to make sure that he would find the nerve the next day.

I kept the date with Jennifer that next evening, and it was fun but nothing particularly exciting. Maybe I would've had more fun if my mind wasn't on how I was going to get back at my husband in a very big and public way. Maybe I would've listened to Jennifer more if I hadn't been imaging how she'd react to what I planned to do. Fortunately jet lag and a little stress put her in the drinking mood, and it wasn't long when she was slurring her words and looking glossy-eyed. I had been very persuasive and pushy with the drinks, and it was paying off. I almost convinced myself that I didn't have to implement the date-rape aspect of my plan.

I should mention here that I didn't actually use a date-rape drug, nor did I ever intend to. I had planned on knocking her out in a much less invasive way--by secretly paying the bartender to double or triple up on the liquor content of everything we drank. Knowing this, I only sipped mine, pretended that I was just as sloshed, then got rid of it by either dumping some into my water glass or into Jen's glass when she wasn't looking. By the time last call came around, I was buzzing as hard as I have in years, but Jen had trouble keeping her head up. Unfortunately, I was losing confidence in my plan because she still seemed to have it together enough to make my plans impossible. And then Jennifer told me about Vinny.

She had met him last time she was in town, and though she never did this sort of thing, actually gave him her phone number. At first they talked only rarely, she explained, and their conversations were always innocent, and yet there was a sexual tension that grew between them. Eventually she met him when they had both been in L.A., and they made love constantly over the course of a long weekend. In a shy, whispered voice, Jennifer became uncharacteristically blunt and descriptive as she told me how great Vinny was in bed. She sounded like a schoolgirl, excited to be talking of things she was afraid to be scolded for. 

And then she told me that he was to meet her later, around 4am, for a particularly unusual night; apparently Vinny had expressed interest in using a blindfold and handcuffs in their love-making, and though originally dead-set against it, Jennifer finally decided to try it out. She bought a blindfold and a pair of velvet handcuffs and was planning to be bound to her headboard, naked in bed when he finally arrived. She was very scared to be doing this, because it was more adventurous than she usually was, but she wanted to at least try it for Vinny, and she knew he'd treat her nice.

There was just one problem: she didn't want anyone--not her bodyguards or even her assistant--to know about this guy, and so here was no way to get him up into her hotel room secretly if she was going to be, as the fantasy demanded, handcuffed to the bed upon his arrival. So she asked me if I would take her spare room keycard and drop it off at this Vinny's house. That way he could just go to the hotel and right up to her room without a word to anybody.

This couldn't have been a more incredible opportunity to fulfill my plan, so of course I agreed. 

Afterward I helped Jen up to her room, got her in bed, and then left as she passed out...but with both of her room keys in my purse.

But before I left, I also put another part of my plan into action.

I got home a little before 3 AM. Carl was home, and fortunately it seemed like he'd been home all evening, and alone. It was also fortunate that he was still awake. I told him a little about my night, leaving out how drunk Jen had gotten, and the part about Vinny, and then started lying through my teeth.

"Everything was going fine," I said, "and then she asked to see a picture of you, and I showed her one, and you'll never believe this--she asked if I'd be willing to share you!"

I could tell by his expression, which he fought to hide, that Carl didn't feel the same way about this as I pretended to feel.

"I told the bitch off, and she acted like it was no big deal, that she's good at keeping secrets, and that she does this all the time. Said she likes to be tied up and stuff. I just couldn't believe it. I mean, what a slut! What a sick little bitch!"

I wouldn't get an Oscar for my performance, I thought, but I deserved a nomination.

I went into the bathroom adjoining our bedroom, closed the door, and pretended to get ready for bed. Through the door I asked Carl to check his email for me on the computer in the bedroom. I said I was expecting some information on our nephew's birthday party from his sister, but I wasn't sure if she was sending it to me or him. He did, and I gave an evil grin to myself in the mirror as I imagined what his face must have looked like when he saw his new message.

I can't give it out here, but for the purposes of the welcoming committee, I had been given Jennifer's email address. I had read some of the emails with Carl the last time she was here, so he knew it, too. And I knew that when he opened his email, saw her address as having sent him something, and the subject line read "Don't tell Angie", he probably felt as if his head might explode.

When I was putting the very drunk Jennifer to bed at the hotel, I got her to tell me her password, then logged onto her email through her laptop and sent my husband a message telling him that she wanted to see him tonight, and that she would make sure I was taken care of so they would have the time to get away with it. She also said it had to happen tonight, because she had already had her assistant drive her room key to our house and put it on our mailbox.

As he read this, his heart probably pounding, I dialed myself on my cell phone so it would ring, then pretended to have a conversation with Jen's assistant. The gist of what I said I later explained when I came out of the bathroom. I told him Jennifer wanted to use my welcoming committee services after all, and that she wanted me and her assistant to set up a last-minute breakfast to show-off to the town and the media the next morning. So I had to go now, and wouldn't be back probably until the next afternoon, after the breakfast.

As I left, I was confident in my plan as ever. Jennifer was almost certainly still passed out, and Carl knew he didn't have to worry about me missing him in bed. And he had the invitation of a lifetime. I parked down our street for a moment, waiting for him to go pick up the key from our mailbox, which also came with a note written in my best forged Jennifer Love-Hewitt handwriting. I knew he'd taken the bait when he started up his car to warm it up. I sped out of there, intent on getting to the hotel before he did.

When I arrived, I carried up to the room all of my supplies in a small suitcase: a ball gag, a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, a leather collar and leash, a video camera... The plan needed a lot of luck in the preparation, but I knew the results would be exactly as hoped. From previous conversations, I knew Jennifer passed out after hard nights of drinking like the one she'd just had. I was going to slip into her room, as she waited asleep, blindfolded, and naked for Vinny, and set up a video camera and, if given the opportunity, leave some of the other toys and maybe strap a leash around her neck. Then, when my husband showed up, Jen wouldn't realize she was with a stranger until he was already naked with her--and caught on tape. It would be a very valuable piece of blackmail against my husband since he'd go straight to jail if anyone ever found out about it. After setting that up, all I had to do was play defense with Vinny.

I nearly crashed the car a couple times because I just couldn't stop reading the letter Jennifer Love-Hewitt had left in my mailbox even as I drove to meet her in her hotel room. I was nervous as hell when I got there, but as I was also so excited I felt like I might cum just from the anticipation. Jennifer had always seemed to be this pure, innocent young woman who, beautiful as she was, probably never got too original in bed, but according to the letter she left wrapped around her room key, that was far from the truth. Jennifer Love-Hewitt was apparently a very dirty girl. I had an invitation to see this first hand, my wife was busy with work, and here I was, outside a sexy celebrity's door...I couldn't believe my luck.

I opened the door and went inside. It was dark, just as the note said it would be.

"Hello?" came a sweet, feminine, sexy voice. It sounded as if I'd woke her up and startled her upon shutting the door.

"It's Vinny," I said, following her instructions to use that name and to only softly whisper it. Jennifer's note had said she had already fantasized enough about my "big dick" that she had given it a name--Vinny--and that was how she would refer to me.

"When did you get here?" she asked.

The note had specifically said that I wasn't to talk after introducing myself, so I ignored the question and took off my clothes silently. Once naked, I went over to the bed as the note requested and switched on the lamp to the dim setting. The light illuminated my ultimate fantasy; Jennifer Love-Hewitt in the flesh--and nothing else. She was on her back on top of the sheets, her wrists bound to the headboard in velvet-covered handcuffs and a black blindfold tied over her eyes. A leather collar was around her neck. I couldn't have been harder.

Her breasts looked so much larger and perfect in person than on TV, and there was a beautiful patch of fuzz on the little peach between her tightly shut legs. She had the most incredible curves, and the softest, purist milky skin I'd ever seen. Her flat tummy heaved in and out erotically as she anxiously chewed on her bottom lip. Even her curly brown hair was done up in a professional, movie-star worthy style.

Jennifer's note had said she loved to be dominated, and that it scared most men, so she had to have secret episodes with guys like me--regular Joes who would be thrilled to do anything with her no matter how strange--to get off. She also said she loved to play roles during sex, and that I shouldn't be scared off no by whichever role she chose to play. For a guy like me, this was like being as close to Heaven as possible. I was so excited and even scared that my hands were shaking like leaves as I touched her soft, warm breasts.

I watched her gently bite her lip and suck in a deep, stiff breath as I touched her.

I bent down to lick her breasts and Jennifer thrust her chest out to me which made me hungrier and more excited, and yet I couldn't help but notice that such was not the move of someone desperate to be dominated. I decided to get more demanding, so I grabbed her body firmly, then sucked hard on her fabulous nipples as she sucked in deep, surprised breaths.

"Oh careful, sweetie," she whispered calmly. "You have to be gentle, okay?"

I knew this must have been one of her roles, because the note Jennifer had left for me existed in a completely different realm from that statement. 

Continuing with hard kisses and rough handling, I made my way all over her body, kissing not just her breasts, but also her tummy, her arms, neck, face and then down to her legs, finally coming up between her thighs and taking in the amazing sight of Jennifer's pussy, which was very wet. 

I kissed her between her legs, and then put my whole mouth on her, assaulting her with my tongue. After just a few seconds, she spread her legs as wide as they would go, and as she moaned, she even began to grind her crotch against my face.

I know celebrities are just normal people, but I must say that I've never tasted a pussy as sweet as Jennifer-Love Hewitt's. She has, without a doubt, the most perfect pussy; neither too firm nor too soft, the lips just thick enough and the pubic hair just long enough. She was hot and wet, and I drank from her and drove my tongue in her for more. I nibbled and sucked her clit, and then I felt her body tightening, and I knew she was going to climax. I was going to make Jennifer Love-Hewitt orgasm!

I took her ass in my hands, lifted half of her off the bed and gobbled her pussy. He legs went wild at first, but then they locked around my head and her moaning grew louder. She begged me not to stop even as she complained that I was being too rough. She started bucking against my face and screaming with both pleasure and nervousness, as if she was afraid to admit how much she liked this. She thrust her hips against me as if she was fucking my face, and in fact I had to concentrate to keep myself from prematurely cumming as she orgasmed.


Jen-Hewitt's Lover Ch. 02



The following is a follow-up to 'Jen-Hewitt's Lover'. I'd suggest reading that first installment, but if you'd rather not or you did and are fuzzy on the details, here's a recap: Angie knows her husband, Carl, is cheating and preparing to divorce her. She has decided to take the first strike by using her new friendship with Jennifer Love-Hewitt to set him up for some damaging video evidence. Jen told Angie she was going to sleep with a secret lover she'd recently met, Vinny, and would be waiting for him in bed in a hotel room with handcuffs and a blindfold on. Angie was supposed to give this Vinny the keycard to the room, but instead she gave it to her husband Carl, while also setting him up to think Jennifer wanted to sleep with him. The plan was to get Carl naked in bed with a clueless, blindfolded Jennifer recorded on a video camera that Angie snuck in the room, and then blackmail him for it to win any divorce settlement. But unknown to Angie, things went much further--Jennifer didn't find out she was having sex with the wrong guy until she'd been overcome by how great it was.

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This is the story of what Angie did to keep Vinny at bay while her husband fucked Jennifer Love-Hewitt...

I had just left Jennifer's room putting the finishing touches on my plan to frame and blackmail my husband. Fortunately Jen had been so overcome by the effects of the alcohol from earlier that she wasn't aware of me as I set up the video camera and fit the collar around her neck. But after I did those things she did begin to stir, so I had to abandon my plan to leave the other bondage toys lying around in order to get out of there without being noticed.

I took the suitcase with what was left of the toys with me and headed off toward the hotel room further down the hall that I had booked earlier that night. Jen had tasked me with giving her room key to Vinny. She gave me an address that turned out to be an old abandoned house, so I wasn't even sure he would get the key I left him. I felt the address she gave me had to have been the wrong address, and hoped it was because then I wouldn't have to answer to any questions after what was going to happen tonight. But just in case it was the right place, I needed my bases covered. 

The key I left this Vinny was the key to the room I had booked--not Jen's room. My plan was to lock myself in the bathroom, and when Vinny came in, I'd talk to him through the door, pretending to be Jennifer and saying that I didn't feel well and wanted to meet him later tomorrow. Fortunately I could tweak my voice to do a more than passable Jennifer Love-Hewitt impression, and the ill story would explain if "she" didn't sound exactly like herself. Tomorrow, when Jen would undoubtedly wonder why Vinny didn't show up and he explained what happened, she would have to think she'd been too drunk to remember him.

I went into the room, threw the suitcase of toys on the floor, then messed up the bed to look like it had been slept in. I also undressed down to my underwear and threw what I'd been wearing on the floor at the foot of the bed to make the room look more lived in and convincing. I was just heading to the bathroom when there was a click at the room door--someone had unlocked it with the keycard, and the door was opening!

If I would have tried to get in the bathroom, I would've been caught, so all I could do was jump back to the bed, turn the lamp off, and bury myself under the covers.

"Hello?" came the man's voice. Vinny's voice. I recognized it immediately, and was instantly confused and terrified. I heard the door shut behind him, as if sealing me in the horror. "Is somebody in here ready to be a little naughty?" The voice was unmistakable. I was too scared to even breathe.

I felt the bed beside me move as he sat on the edge of it and put a hand on the covers over my hip. I was so glad he hadn't turned the lights on, and I prayed that my luck would continue. "I heard a clump", and recognized it as the suitcase being bumped and falling over. Vinny made a noise of curiosity, and the bed shifted as he leaned down to inspect. I heard the latches snap open and the contents tumble out.

I knew exactly what was in there. They were the props I had hoped to leave in Jen's room to get my husband in even more trouble than he could have gotten into by himself. I had managed to implement the leash and collar in Jen's room, but still in the small suitcase had been a pair of fuzzy handcuffs and a ball gag.

As I listened to him checking out what had been in the suitcase, I realized he'd never leave if I didn't play my part to get him out. Even under the covers I could still play sick and send him away. I did my best Jennifer Love-Hewitt voice.

"Vinny," I began, but was too scared to remember what I wanted to say next.

"You weren't kidding when you said you wanted to try something new tonight," he said. Evidentially he had identified the cuffs, the gag, or both in the dark.

There was no way I could have known, and I wouldn't find out until much later, but something had happened between Vinny and Jennifer while I was setting up my plan that I never could have anticipated. Vinny had called her on her room phone. I had purposely shut off and hid her cell phone so she couldn't receive any calls, but apparently Vinny knew her room number and they had talked about what they were going to do tonight. After much pleading, Vinny had finally gotten Jennifer to agree to play a submissive role, and just in case things went too far, Jen had been given each a safe word to call out that would put an end to everything.

Of course, I did not know about this arrangement, and therefore had no idea what the safe word was.

Even without that information I was scared stiff. I silently cursed myself for having changed my hair color from blonde to brunette. I had done it as one last attempt to catch my cheating husband's attention since the girl he'd been fucking behind my back had long, dark hair. But it didn't work with him, and now, in the dark, I looked even more like Jennifer Love-Hewitt, and our body shapes were already close enough. If I was going to get out of this, I would have to show my face and surrender. I tried one last time to see if I could get Vinny out of there to save myself.

I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could utter a word, the ball gag was pushed into my mouth and secured to me.

"I've been waiting so long for this...Thank you."

I felt the covers thrown off me, revealing my body, and then I was rolled roughly from on my side to on my stomach. My wrists were seized, handcuffed to the headboard, and then there were two big hands on my ass, the fingers slipping underneath the white panties. I wanted to call off this charade, even if it meant jail time for me, but all I could do was moan into the gag, sounds which seemed to drive this man wild. And the man was the very problem, because while Jennifer knew him as Vinny, others knew him as Vince, but I knew him as "daddy".

I struggled mightily, and for a moment I wondered why this wouldn't make him hesitate, to at least consider maybe he was with the wrong woman in the wrong room. But then I remembered that I had said his name, so from his point of view, I could only be Jennifer.

I kicked my legs and squirmed and screamed into the ball gag. My dad caught one of my legs, held me by the ankle, and began to lick the bottom of my foot. While still sickened and frightened, this I could at least handle. It wasn't terribly traumatic yet, and it gave me time to think of another way out of this. Besides, though it was difficult to accept it, his tongue did feel good on my foot. Things could have been worse.

"I thought you said you were going to put up a fight," my dad said slyly. 

I wondered what it meant, and feared the worst. While I still didn't know about the phone call that had fleshed things out, I did know Jen and "Vinny" had talked about being more adventurous in bed. Maybe that included Jennifer acting as if she wanted to escape. If that were the case, then my resistance would only further convince my dad that he was with the right person. And yet I couldn't make myself just give in, either. That wasn't likely to give him warning anyway. In short, if my suspicions were correct, I was fucked.

I felt a hand back on my ass, sliding under my panties. My dad squeezed my ass cheek, slipping his fingers deep into my crack and gently touching my tight asshole. I clenched my cheeks and tried to grind my hips deep into the mattress, away from him, but it was futile. The next thing I knew, my dad had a hold of my panties and he was tugging them down my thighs. When I tried fighting again, he just sat on one leg and held the other down, then slowly worked the panties off. I could feel my face turn red when I realized that, at 30 years old and in a rocky marriage, I was about to have an unwilling affair with my 55 year old father, who was no doubt salivating over my big, tight, round, naked ass.

I felt my dad climb off me and the bed, then heard him undressing. I stopped trying to talk through the ball-gag, not only because it was impossible, but because now things had gone too far. If I revealed myself now, I didn't know how to handle it. I hoped I would come up with something, some way to get past this, if only I could first put a stop to it. But I wasn't confident that I could do either.

I must have really let my mind wander, because all of the sudden I was aware of my dad already on the bed behind me, his hands on my hips, lifting my ass up and positioning himself between my legs.

"God, I've wanted to do this to you for so long. I get hard watching you on TV, Jennifer. And this is exactly what I'm fantasizing about."

I felt my father's penis press gently between my ass cheeks and tease my anus. Then I heard the sound of a bottle being squeezed, sucking in air, and I knew my dad must've brought lubricant and was pouring some onto himself. His penis moved away from me for an instant, and then it was back. No, not it--something smaller and wet--a finger, and it probed my asshole, lubing me up. My father had his finger in my ass. My whole body was shaking and tingling. I shook my head and tried screaming through the ball gag again. I couldn't let this happen.

But after heavily lubing my asshole and his dick, my dad was not about to be dissuaded from achieving his goal. He fought against me, swearing and moaning as if my resistance only made things better. I'm not exactly a tiny girl, but my dad is a pretty big guy, and in great shape for his age. I had no hope in fighting him off, especially with my hands still cuffed to the headboard. With his hands firmly grasping me on my waist, my dad pulled me against him and pushed himself into me. 

I'd never had anal sex before, so I was surprised, even with all the lube that he slid in so much so quickly without it really causing me much discomfort. I was also surprised that, though I still wanted nothing more than to be away from this situation, that body was responding in kind to this invasion. My spine tingled not so much with fear anymore, but an intense excitement, and my pussy was instantly soaked with what could only be pleasure. I tried to block my mind from noticing this, tried to tell myself that I wasn't enjoying this physically any more than I was mentally, but when my dad drew his cock back, presumably to begin stroking into me, I instinctively pushed my ass back against him.

Not yet having seen my father's cock, I wasn't sure if he was very big, if I was very tight, or if it was a combination of the two, but the sensations of his insertion spread throughout my entire body as he spread me and slowly drilled deeper into me. While the lube had helped at first, the deeper he went the wider my ass spread, and the more discomfort I initially felt. I whimpered into the gag, and I was aware of tears streaming down my cheeks, though I knew them to be more emotional than from physical pain. But I knew from his initial drive into me that I would grow accustomed to him, so I didn't fight to make things worse. I kept as still as possible, wanting no sudden movements to cause me pain, and my dad seemed to be on the same track as me, because he, too, was careful. Apparently he knew, or at least suspected, that this was Jen's first anal experience.

Though I couldn't deny how my body was responding, I still felt awful. How was I going to face my father after this, even if he left without ever knowing it was me? I loved him so much, but I knew I could never be comfortable around him again. And how could I speak to my mother and keep it to myself that she was being cheated on, and that her husband had done it with, of all people, his very own daughter? Just at the worst possible time, when I was about to lose my husband to a messy divorce, I was also losing my best support system. My tears kept coming, going down my face and mixing with the saliva that ran down my chin from under the ball gag.

I was near the edge of a total breakdown. I was ready to start sobbing, and had I considered the effect that might have made on my dad, I might have tried harder to actually do it. But when my father pushed as deep into me as ever and then started to actually fuck me, his daughter, in the ass, an explosion of pleasure overtook me. I know knew, as tight as I felt, that my dad must've been huge, and his cock made me feel so full and satisfied, yet I wanted only more of him, and for him never to stop. I wished it wasn't him. Even as he fucked me, I thought of dozens of other specific men I'd rather have do this to me, but it all came back to me that, whether I approved or not, this was my father, and it was quite possible no one else could fill me so perfectly.

The sobbing stopped before it even began, replaced by a whole new sound as I grunted from my father's thrusts. I was still breathing rapidly from fear and arousal through my nose, unsure of how I should be handling this, but at least, I thought, it wasn't all bad. I was already climaxing from my first round of anal sex.

I shook and shivered and drove my ass against my dad, moaning into the ball gag as he pulled back and shrieking into it each time he slammed back into me. I gripped the dowel of the head board that I was handcuffed to and braced myself against it as I received his pounding, and my skin popped with goose bumps when at last he began to slap my ass hard every few seconds. I was so overwhelmed that I had even more trouble breathing than I already had with the ball gag, and apparently hearing this, my dad took it off of me. I sucked in air, and while I was telling myself to scream out "Dad! Stop! Please!" the words that actually came out were much different.

"God! Fuck! Yes!" I cried. 

My mind knew it was betraying me, because now I was sobbing again. I knew why. I was devastated that I had succumbed. My dad, though he was cheating, was innocent in this. He had no idea he was doing this to his own flesh and blood. No one could blame him for enjoying himself. But I did know, and it was my responsibility to stop it. But whore that I was, all I could do was beg for more. I even reminded myself to change my voice so that I would still sound like the sexy celebrity my dad had thought he was fucking.

I had so many smaller orgasms as my dad fucked me that I had lost count by the time he pried himself loose from me and crawled off the bed. I slumped onto the mattress, my ass now sorer than it had ever been during the assault, and yet now my pussy throbbed for its own turn. My nipples burned, and I swallowed hard, hungry and desperate. I heard my father at the sink, apparently cleaning himself off.

"Get ready to suck me," he said. "Cause I'm going to cum down that sweet throat of yours."

I couldn't let it happen. If I sucked him, even in this darkness he'd see my face wasn't that of Jennifer Love-Hewitt, but of Angie, his little girl all grown up. My only hope at this point was to make sure he never found out who I was. Maybe I couldn't live with myself afterward, but it wasn't right to ruin his life, too.

"No, please!" I said. I begged him not to make me suck him. I offered my ass to him again, begged for him to fuck my pussy from behind, but he would have none of it. I even tried to convince him to do a 69 with me, so his face would be buried in my pussy, which was shaven bare of the blonde curls that would've given me away. 

I remember thinking that, if he really thought I was Jennifer, why didn't he listen? But then of course I knew this had to be the adventure of it. And I still didn't know the safe word, or even that there was a safe word, so all my dad could assume was that I was just playing my part.

And then I knew that was exactly how I was going to survive this. If he wanted his cock sucked, there was only one way I could do it without revealing my face.

My dad unlocked one of the handcuffs, then had me turn around so I was sitting on my pillow with my back to the headboard. He never saw my face because he was peering through the darkness at the cuffs behind me so he could again fasten them, this time above and behind my head. He might have saw me when he started to get in position on his knees before me, but I took my opportunity and lunged forward, catching the tip of his half-erect cock between tight lips and gentle teeth. I guided him back so I had a better position, working his growing dick deeper into my mouth until I felt his cock head tickle the back of my throat. But rather than pull away, I ducked my head forward and engulfed him, taking as much of him down my throat as possible, swallowing his flesh and, in the process, bringing my face too close to his groin for him to see any details.

I had little experience deep throating, but I knew enough about how to do it that it didn't take long for me to really start fucking my dad with my face. My dad, in turn, began thrusting into my throat, and between my gasping and coughing and controlled choking, I worked him so deep that I had his whole huge cock disappear between my lips. In any other situation, not only would I not have believed I could've swallowed a dick as big and fat as my father's but I know I wouldn't have been able to do it. But I was driven by more than normal factors here, and for this blow-job session, my nose sent more time pressed just under my dad's belly than it did over the top side of his erection. I bobbed on him, holding my mouth open and stroking my dad with the lining of my throat. Occasionally I even stuck out my tongue to fondle his heavy balls. Above me, I heard my dad moaning with such passion that he couldn't form words. He found control only just before he started cumming.

"On your face, Jennifer. I'm going to cum on your beautiful face," he said, abandoning his initial promise to shoot down my (or her) throat.

And of course, I preferred he stick to that promise, because if he was going to watch his cum spill onto my face, he'd recognize me. I clenched my throat and moved my head forward, trying to trap him until it was too late, but my dad was faster, and he yanked his cock out from my face, took it in his hand and looked down just as he was about to jerk off on me. In the speed and confusion and fear of it all, I caught him eye to eye, and I saw his whole world shatter into a million bewildering pieces when he recognized me.

For a second, I know, he must have thought my face was just an unexpected mental image. But then I saw the reality striking him, and I knew he was going to lose it. Frozen, he could only stare, a million thoughts going through his mind, but only one going through mine. His cock was still pulsing just inches from my face, and with a little luck, his stream of cum had passed the point of no return and was milliseconds away from spewing. And even though the gig was up, I found that I wanted nothing more at that moment to than to feel and taste my father's potent sperm.




Jen-Hewitt's Lover Ch. 02



"Daddy," I said breathlessly.

I pulled with all my might, breaking the dowel of the headboard I was handcuffed to and bringing my arms over my head, then grasping my father's cock just as he found his composure enough to begin pulling away. But I held him strong, and jerked off the first powerful blast of cum onto my face before following him as he stumbled backward across the bed, tackling him with my face to his cock. The second stream creamed my left cheek, ear, and went into my hair, but I had my dad back inside my mouth for the third shot. I swallowed his thick, hot cum even as I swallowed his cock, urging him deep inside me so I could feel his seed coursing down my throat. My dad put his hands on my head and gave one weak attempt to push me off of him before relenting at last. He groaned and jerked as a river of warm jizz spilled down my gullet.

When at last I released my dad's cock from my throat, it felt like my ass had after being fucked; raw and abused, but I was still unbelievably horny. With his sperm still dripping from my face, I found it impossible to make eye contact with my father again, who, himself, was at a loss for words. But I couldn't deny that I wanted him, and before I could think it through, I found myself crawling up his body and begging him to lick me. I sat on his face before he could protest.

"Lick me, Daddy, lick me," I whined desperately. "Please make me cum again."

At first he did not grant my request, but he didn't try to push me off either. I could imagine that his eyes were wide as he tried to confirm that it was indeed his daughter, and that this was real, even though to him, it made no sense and shouldn't have been possible. But when he saw that I wasn't going to leave, when he felt me begin to grind my sopping pussy against his mouth, my dad knew he had to give in. He snaked his tongue between my legs and into my quivering cunt. I grabbed the hair atop his head and rode his face. My tongue licked the cum from my lips, and I savored it in my mouth before swallowing it. It wasn't long when I was climaxing again, so hard and for so long that my body went limp and my voice went hoarse from calling out "Dad, oh, dad!" I bucked wetly against his face until I fell over and off of him.

I lost track of time for a while after that, because the next thing I knew, my father was dressed and heading for the door. The lights were on, and I could tell he was embarrassed, ashamed, and still absolutely confused.

"Dad, wait..." I said, wanting to explain but not sure how to. Despite how I'd acted in bed, I felt just as uncomfortable. I knew our lives were forever changed for the worse, and it was all my fault. But held onto hope that, if maybe we exchanged at least a couple words before he took off, some trust might be salvaged.

"Angie..." It was all he could say, and he couldn't even look my direction when he said it.

"No," I said. "It's Jennifer. Your lover." I don't know what I hoped to do by saying that, I don't know how he felt to hear it, but it seemed better and easier than "I'm sorry".

I got up and turned off the lights. My dad waited there, by the door, unsure what to do with himself. I moved to him, hugged him to me, and accepted his timid embrace in response. Even during the hug I was hiding my face from his view until at last I found the courage to look up, though with my eyes closed, and kiss him on the lips.

I kept my eyes shut while I moved into the bathroom and closed the door behind me; kept them shut until I heard the hotel room door open, close, and lock...

The sun was rising when I really began to panic about what might have gone on between Jennifer and my husband. The "Vinny" part of my plan had been terrible enough, but that hadn't even been the main focus. Since "Vinny" left, I had been given several hours to sit in the hotel room to think about everything.

My window looked out onto the parking lot. It was past seven-thirty and my husband's car was still in the lot.

I sat there with so much time to think about what I'd done--not to Carl, my husband, but to Jennifer--I felt incredibly guilty and I couldn't believe I'd gone through with this. It wasn't right to include her, but I knew it was too late. I had hoped my note would only keep things going for a couple minutes, giving Carl enough time to incriminate himself before he realized what was happening, and Jen would only have to endure him for a short time. But he had been up there for hours...

Finally I saw him leave, and I rushed up to see if there would be any way I could still get in the room and retrieve the video camera before Jen found it or called the police. I half expected to find her dead or something, and the possibility terrified me, especially since I'd been the cause of it all. I finally saw my husband get into his car and leave. I took a deep breath and headed for Jen's room, hoping to find her still handcuffed and blindfolded, but not believing in that possibility for a second.

I was just stepping up to the door to Jen's room when I saw the shock of my life: Jennifer Love-Hewitt was opening the door, ready to leave for the day. She was dressed, looked as pristine and as beautiful as ever, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened to her at all. She was surprised to see me, too. 

"I thought I'd take you out for breakfast," I said, covering for my presence. 

She said she'd love to go, and she apologized for not being able to hold her liquor the night before. She never suggested anything strange had gone on at all. I wondered if maybe Carl had chickened out on Jen's email invite and just hung out in a room by himself, or maybe he called Cindy, the woman he was sleeping with, over into their own room instead. Maybe nothing had happened except that Jennifer thought she'd been stood up by "Vinny".

But as I tried to breathe a sigh of relief, I reminded myself that I still needed to find a way to get back my video camera before someone else found it. Whether or not my husband was on the tape, there was no question that my fingerprints were all over it.

*

COMING UP in PART 3...The tape causes more trouble than Angie is prepared for.

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Jen-Hewitt's Lover Ch. 03



The following story is a direct follow-up to 'Jen-Hewitt's Lover 1 and 2'. If you haven't read those and don't want to, or if you did and need a refresher, this is what has happened thus far: Angie was trying to set up Carl, her cheating husband, by plotting to trick him into thinking her new friend, Jennifer Love-Hewitt, wanted to have an affair with him. She snuck a video camera into Jen's hotel room to catch him in the act for evidence to be used against him in any eventual divorce settlement. While Angie kept Vinny--the man Jen was expecting to get a late night visit from--busy, Jen actually found herself to be quite enjoying her time with the dominating husband, Carl. In the morning, after Carl left and a regretful Angie went to see how Jen was and to retrieve the video camera before she got caught, Jen showed up as if nothing was amiss. Angie was confused about what had happened in Jen's hotel room. She needed the camera to find out, but also to cover her ass. But she was forced to delay, and ended up taking Jen to breakfast first...

Now they have just returned to the hotel room, and are surprised to find themselves not alone, as Angie tells the story...

"Oh! Jesus! You scared me!" Jennifer called out when she saw the black woman standing in the back of her room.

The woman was wearing a hotel maid's uniform, so we both calmed down a little upon recognizing that, but it was still wrong for her to be in there. Jen had left explicit instructions that no one was to enter her room to clean until after she'd checked out. She knew that plenty of sickos out there would pay top dollar for her panties, or anything else a rogue hotel employee might be able to wrangle up.

Turns out that was exactly what this was. But I saw right away that the worst possible scenario--one I hadn't considered--had become reality. The maid was holding my video camera.

"We need to talk, Jen-baby," the maid said. She seemed cool considering the seriousness of this confrontation, but she also spoke as if she'd been rehearsing it for an hour. "I have your tape. It's in a safe place."

Jennifer skipped the obvious question about what this woman was doing here. She knew, at this point, that it didn't matter. "What tape?"

Of course I knew, but nobody knew that. And while Jen had no clue about the camera, her face paled noticeably when she realized, if that camera had been in here last night and was recording, what was on it. Not having seen the tape myself, I was even more curious as to what went on after seeing that response from her. Until now she'd been acting like nothing odd had happened. 

"Two hours of video," the maid said. "Some pretty sick stuff. Handcuffs...a leash..."

Jen started shaking. So did I.

"What do you want for it?" Jen asked. "How much?"

"I don't want money," the maid said coolly. "The paparazzi will pay me more to see it than you will to keep it a secret..."

Jen shook her head. "No. I promise you that isn't true. I will beat anything they offer. Millions. I will pay you millions. Please!"

Even though this was entirely my fault, I felt angry at the maid for blackmailing Jennifer. She was just a casualty of war in my plot, but the maid had turned her into the enemy. It wasn't right. "You so much as breathe a word about that tape to anyone," I said, "and you'll be sued for defamation of character and arrested for breaking in here--"

"No," Jen said, holding me back. She gave me a look that told me I was out of my league here. And it was true that I'd never had to deal with someone like this before, whereas she probably had. "Don't threaten her," Jen said. "This isn't about the money anyway, is it?"

The maid shook her head. "You're right. It isn't. Do you know my name?"

We both tried to read her name tag from across the room, but she caught us.

"I'll spot you my first name, Jen-baby. Charlotte. You can call me Char."

"Do I know you?" Jen asked.

Char grinned and shook her head. "Guess not. I was just the president of your biggest unofficial fan club a while back. Until you snubbed me on the red carpet. Twice. And when you were in town last time, I came up to you to ask you what your problem was--"

"And I had my bodyguards take you away. I remember you now. But they never told me your name. And I see lots of people on the red carpet--"

"Too late to explain yourself, Jen-baby. Too late. The tape is going out."

"Then why are you here? There must be something you want," Jen asked.

This seemed to catch Char off guard, and she broke eye contact for the first time, evidentially to think about what she had come here for. I had a feeling she knew, but maybe she just hadn't figured out how to ask for it yet, because so far everything she said seemed like it had been written in a script. 

Jen slowly approached the woman, and I followed. I looked Char over, hoping to not find a gun or a knife, and I was pleased when I didn't. But as we got closer, I found that Char was still an intimidating woman. She looked to be in her mid-20s. Her skin was a dark chocolate color, and her long, thick hair was so black that it shimmered. She was over six foot tall. She wasn't at all skinny, but not fat, either, and if it weren't for her wide, curvy hips, huge bubble ass, and big, fat breasts, I might have considered her average size. When she had been talking to Jen, she looked angry, but now she just seemed shy and worried. I half expected her to run away.

For the next five or so minutes Jennifer pleaded with Char not to release the tape. She offered all kinds of money and apologized profusely for not being kind enough to her "biggest fan". But Char wouldn't hear it. She was adamant on releasing the tape. The whole exchange made me think that maybe my husband had fallen into my trap after all. And he must have really worked Jen over if she was this desperate to keep it a secret. But why, I wondered, would she be protective of that footage? If she was going to use it to go to the police and go after my husband for what he'd done, she would be wanting the tape back, but in reality Jen was just trying to bury it. And there was no reason she should be protecting my husband Carl, so the only one left to protect was...herself.

And as I tried to figure it out, I wondered, impossibly, if maybe Jennifer wanted to hide the tape because it didn't show her--as I first suspected--being manhandled by a creep. Maybe it showed her enjoying being dominated and humiliated.

I was still trying to convince myself of this unlikelihood when something Jen said snapped me out of it.

"That's right," she said. "If you're so adamant on ruining my reputation, let me give you a different tape to turn in. Something just as damaging, but not so embarrassing. I'll give you a nude tape. Six hours of me naked. That's better than your two hours."

"No it isn't," Char said.

"I'll give you tape of me masturbating. Having sex with another celebrity! How about that? Anything but what is on that tape. Please! I'm begging, you Char. You must have a little love left for me. Give me this one thing. You'll still make me pay for how I wronged you. You'll still get your paparazzi money. Just please leave me with a little dignity!"

"All right," Char said, and she had said it so fast that neither Jen nor I could believe it. She'd accepted the compromise.

It was then that I saw that my video camera in Char's hands was on. She had been covering the recording light to hide it, but her finger slipped just enough for me to see. She was recording this conversation.

"If you're going to make this deal," I said to Char, "then you have to erase everything you've taped since we came in here."

Jen saw that the camera had been recording, then gave me a nod of thanks for picking up on it. Char agreed and instantly stopped the camera and rewound the tape.

"So what is it you want?" Jen asked. "What do you want me to do and when do you want it?"

"Oh I want it now, Jen-baby," Char said as the tape rewound. "How about a lesbian scene?"

Jen's eyes went wide, while Char's eyes found mine. She didn't want a tape of herself with Jen. She wanted a tape of me and Jen. When Jen figured this out, she looked at me with a horrified expression.

I know Jennifer isn't gay or bi, and though the idea wasn't the least bit interesting to me either, I felt obliged. This was, after all, still my fault. And rather than wait for Jennifer to give me a cliché line like "I can't ask you to do this", I just agreed straight-out before she had to.

"No," Jen said. Then to Char, "This doesn't involve Angie. Let me pick someone else."

The last thing I wanted was to bring another innocent person into all of this, and I knew Jen felt the same.

"No," I said. "I'll do it. If you promise to hand over the original tape, I'll do it. There's no reason to get anyone else involved."

"Well, get started then, baby," Char said, lifting the camera back onto the entertainment center, concealed by some flowers--the same place I had hidden it the night before. "And make it look real, like you don't know the camera is here. Now...Action!"

We had no time to get into character, but fortunately Jennifer Love-Hewitt is something of an expert in those matters. She started chatting about nothing, as if this was just a normal day. She was so good that I found myself thinking we were actually having a real conversation just a few seconds into it. But apparently even Jen didn't know how to turn the conversation into a sexual advance, so she started the physical thing out of the blue, which surprised me. She came right up to me and hugged me, her back to the camera and her eyes on me. They showed fear, reflecting my own feelings.

"I'm going to kiss you," she said, sounding unsure of herself and whispering too softly for the camera to pick it up. "Are you sure this is okay?"

I nodded, though I wasn't convinced I was ready for this. And then Jennifer Love-Hewitt kissed me on the lips. It was a soft, quick peck, and even though I'd probably given my girlfriends and even members of my family the same, innocent peck, it was much more frightening to know this was only the beginning.

"We'll take things slow," Jen whispered to me. "Maybe we won't have to really do anything too wild to make her happy." 

And then we kissed again, a little deeper. I felt her tongue in my mouth, and I gave Jennifer mine. It was slow and soft, wet and warm. She hugged me and I hugged back. Because of Jen having told me she was going to try and take things slow, I expected the kiss and hug to merely linger, but suddenly she was kissing me even harder and her hands were everywhere, really groping me. Her tongue went so far down my throat that I suspected I could have swallowed it, and then, just like that, everything stopped. Jen pushed herself away from me and turned to the camera, hanging her head low, her face in her hands.

"Dammit," she said. "I can't do this." She looked to Char through the camera. "There must be something else."

I could see she had lost it. I could also see that Char had no pity. The sadness on her face seemed only to be from not getting the lesbian scene she wanted. It had to be this. Now I knew Jennifer must have really humiliated herself on that tape, and as I was the one who had set it up, I took it upon myself to see her through this.

In college, I had once been talked into interviewing for a soft porn modeling agency to pick up some extra cash. I was ready to sign myself away when the guy asked me if I was okay kissing other women. I told him no and walked out. Yet here I was, years later--and married--and about to make love to Jennifer Love-Hewitt who, herself, had so little interest in bisexuality that she couldn't bring herself to try it even if it meant saving her career and reputation. I was a straight woman tasked with seducing another straight woman. It seemed impossible, yet it had to be done.

"I'll help you," I told Jen. "Come here."

Jen knew it was helpless, and slowly came to me at the foot of the bed. Char again rewound the tape so she could start from the beginning. Right before she pushed record, she gave us some instruction that only made things worse.

"I want to see everything. Kissing, pussy eating, 69, everything. Or no deal."

Jen looked at me with fear. "Can you do those things...just for me?"

I nodded but didn't make eye contact as I unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it back, revealing her terrific breasts clad in a blue bra.

"Then," she said, and paused as if struggling with the question. "Could you do them for me...with her?"

I looked up, confused beyond reason. "What?"

"Charlotte, hold on," Jen said. "You don't want video of two girls having sex, do you? You want to have the sex yourself. Right? Isn't that what this is about?"

The look on Char's face said it all. She'd been caught. "Yeah."

"But you don't want anybody to know about it, do you. That's why it's come to this blackmail bullshit. Right?"

Char looked at the floor. "Yeah. I'm sorry, Jen-baby."

"If you have sex with me, everyone is going to know. Even if all three of us kept quiet about it, these things have a way of getting to the public. Like maybe some guy walking by my door will hear a girl moaning my name, and a rumor will start, and people will find out you were missing during those two hours, and they'll know you're gay or bi or whatever you are. You'll be all over the news. Everyone will know."

"I don't want that..."

"I know," Jen said. "But if you must have something in return for that tape, I can offer you something else. Or someone else."

And then, to my amazement and horror, Jennifer looked right at me.

"How about you have sex with Angie?"

I was so stunned that I couldn't even speak. My jaw dropped to the floor. Char, on the other hand, seemed instantly keen on the idea.

"You can have sex with her, and I'll tape it for you so you can watch it over and over," Jen explained. "Angie doesn't want anyone to know, and since neither of you are celebrities, nobody will care enough to find out. It'll be your secret, and you'll get everything you want. How does that sound for a deal?"

I couldn't believe I was hearing this. Jen had always seemed so sweet and caring. Now she was throwing me under the bus!

"You said you'd do it for me, right?" Jen asked me, as if my honest answer didn't matter.

I wanted to tell her off for handling it this way, but I was too nervous to come up with a better resolution and again, I kept coming back to that fact that the Char problem was entirely because of my evil deed. I guess I did owe her, even if I was going to hate her for it afterward. I even hoped, for just a moment, that I would get my hands on that tape and see how much I could get for it from the paparazzi, though I quickly dismissed that option.

Jen and Char switched places. Jen started the camera and Char, apparently too nervous about fulfilling her lesbian desires, stood there waiting for me to make the first move. I thought, she doesn't want to have sex with Jen--just to be treated like her. So once again I was going to be playing the seductress, even though I was the straight one!

Up close, Char looked much prettier than when she stood angry in the shadows, so at least I wouldn't be totally repulsed, I thought to myself. Her skin was smooth and the sweet scent of her body and perfume was intoxicating. Up close, she had very big, beautiful eyes, but they looked at me as if she didn't give a damn that I was an unwilling participant in all of this.

Like I had done with Jennifer, I began to unbutton Char's blouse when I had yet another shock. She yelled at me.

"Not my clothes, bitch!" she said. "Take off yours. Shoes. Socks. Shirt. Pants. In that order!"

I was startled, but didn't want to be yelled at again, and so I obeyed quickly. When I was standing there in just my underwear, I could feel myself shaking. I hoped Char couldn't see that she'd scared me, but I hoped Jen could see what she'd offered me up to.

"That's nice," Char said, and she rubbed her hands all up and down my curvy body. Her hands were warm on my milky skin, and though definitely feminine in shape and feel, they were large, her fingers spreading wide. After a moment I saw her staring down at my cleavage. I have very robust C-cup breasts--much smaller than Char's who looked to be in the E category, but mine were better shaped. I decided it was my great form that she was admiring since she was obviously used to seeing bigger.

"Take off your bra."

I did, slowly because my hands were shaking too much to unclasp it faster. My fat, pink nipples were unexpectedly hard as Char bent down and took first one, then the other, between her full lips. She sucked gently, then brought in her tongue to swirl around me, gradually opening her mouth wider and wider until she had as much of my tit in her mouth as she could get. My spine, neck, thighs, and even my pussy tingled from the attention, but I knew it was only from the physical stimulation. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine that I was with a man; someone young, eager, inexperienced and appreciative--all of what Char was, except female.

After sucking both my breasts individually, Char licked and rubbed her face between them. Her hands were on my ass, so I used my hands to help squeeze my tits around her face, thinking the sooner she was satisfied, the sooner this would be over.

Maybe she mistook my participation as enjoyment, or maybe she was going to do this anyway, but suddenly she licked up my neck and then kissed me full on the mouth, slipping into me the second woman's tongue in the course of a few minutes. I found it strange that, even though I wanted nothing to do with the kiss, I actually had to concentrate on resisting, as if my tongue wanted to follow an instinct to kiss back. But I succeeded and held back any kiss, and soon Char had pulled her face away from mine, apparently not offended or she'd been too excited to have noticed.

"Take off your panties," Char ordered.

I slipped them off my hips, let them fall to the floor, and did my best not to hide my bare pussy without putting it on obvious display, either. I knew Char would lick me there next, but I didn't want her to think she was invited.

But Char didn't bend down to lick me after all. She just stepped back and sat on the end of the bed.

"Play with yourself."

I was so relieved I was actually excited to get started. Maybe Char's shyness was getting to her. Maybe all I'd have to do was masturbate and that would be enough. I put my hand on my pussy and began rubbing myself. I told myself to move slow, and closed my eyes to concentrate. If I couldn't get myself off, Char might come up with something else, so I needed to push away all the fears and stage fright and just do it. 

It wasn't long when I'd worked myself wet, and I damped my fingers by drawing them further and further inside me before pulling out and teasing my clit. Soon I was very wet, considering the situation, and I decided to go for broke. I worked my wet fingers against my clit fast. My thighs tensed and weakened, and I had to turn around, spread my legs, and grab the top of the entertainment center with my free hand to give myself balance. Doing this turned me so my backside faced Char instead my front, but thankfully she didn't care, because she said nothing. In fact, my stimulated breathing was the only sound in the room.

I opened my eyes as I worked toward climax and gave Jennifer, just four feet to my left, a glance. She still held the camera on me, but she was apparently entranced enough to not watch through the viewfinder. Her eyes were right on me, wide with surprise. Her face, though, was pink with what I guessed was embarrassment. Maybe she felt sorry for me. Maybe she was just sorry she had to watch. Either way I didn't care because I was getting closer and closer--




Jen-Hewitt's Lover Ch. 03



All of the sudden there was a hand on my breast, cupping and squeezing firmly but not hard. And then another hand on my ass; a finger dipping in my crack and touching my anus. Char had snuck up behind me. Instead of pushing inside me, Char's finger just made a circular motion around my sensitive anus. I'm sure that on any other day I would have been absolutely repulsed, but I had just experienced anal sex for the first time the night before, and I had enjoyed it thoroughly, so today my ass was tender but inviting. I tingled all over at her touch, and actually jumped a step or two closer toward orgasm. I spread my legs wider in spite of myself, relishing in the back-door attention.

"Stop touching yourself," Char ordered.

It was the first order I actually considered not following. I was so close, and I wanted to finish because I wanted to climax more than anything. But I didn't want to face whatever this girl was going to do if I didn't obey. I moved my hand near my other one at the top of the entertainment center, helping to hold myself up. But I kept my legs spread and my ass thrust out against Char's finger.

Only Char's finger wasn't at my anus anymore. She dipped her hand lower, between my legs and under me, then began to rub my pussy. If she would have kept at my clit, I'm sure I would have climaxed, but instead she slipped a finger inside of me and began fingering my increasingly wet cunt. And then there were two fingers, fucking me strong and rhythmically.

At first I didn't even realizing I was doing it, but I actually caught myself smelling and then licking my fingers--the ones I had just had inside me--as Char fingered me deep and fast. I even let slip a moan or two. I tried imagining a guy again, but I was too overwhelmed by the pleasure and couldn't keep anything straight. I was fully aware that Char was the one doing this to me, and--physically, anyway--I was definitely enjoying it.

"I bet you want to cum, huh?" Char growled into my ear, right before she licked it.

"Yes," I gasped. It was the absolute truth.

"Tell me when," she said, and then she increased her fingering intensity.

I couldn't help but moan and pant and move my body to her hand. I sucked my fingers into my mouth until they were clean of my taste, and then I used that same hand to grab my breast that Char wasn't already holding.

"Oh God, oh God," I said. And then, "I'm almost there. I'm gonna..."

And just like that, Char had moved back, wasn't touching me, and she left me hanging on the very precipice of orgasm. I needed it, so I dropped my hand back between my legs, but Char caught it, held it firmly, and then held my other one as I gasped with arousal and ultimate frustration. I even tried rubbing my legs together to cause some kind of spark, but it was too late.

"Fuck!" I panted in frustration. I had been so close it was almost painful. My nipples were so hard they were aching. I struggled to catch my breath, becoming angrier at how vulnerable I was, naked with this awful woman and yet on the verge of begging for her to get me off.

I was so on edge that when Char pushed her fingers that had been inside me up to my face and told me to taste myself, I lunged at her hand and sucked the fingers down. I wanted to be more indifferent about it than I was, as I was very aware of the camera on me, but I couldn't hold myself back. Holding her tight by the wrist with both hands, I sucked and licked Char's fingers until every last trace of me was gone. I then looked to her as I licked my lips unconsciously.

"What now?" I asked, half angry, half needful of some way to distribute this energy.

"Make love to me here," she said, and she lifted her two massive breasts together.

The reality of that order brought me back to Earth some, and I was back to my angrier and hesitant self. She wanted me to suck her tits. This was going to be harder than anything else I'd done, because I would get no pleasure, no physical stimulation, from licking another woman's breasts. But I knew I couldn't delay for long.

I started slow, but I was going as fast as I could make myself go. Char still had her uniform blouse on, and so I unbuttoned it and helped her off with it. In just her bra, her breasts looked even more enormous. I had to give it to her; most women with boobs as big as hers were themselves very big, but Char's body, apart from topping six feet in height, was particularly trim considering her size. Her cleavage, now revealed, was deep and dark. The kind of crevasse I know most guys dream about sticking their dicks into.

It's just skin, I told myself. And then I wearily planted my face in her cleavage. I noticed her smell right away. It was the same scent of her natural body mixed with a good perfume, but it was particularly strong and heady in the enclosed space between her boobs. It helped to take my mind away from what I was forcing myself to do with my tongue. I licked at everything, but nothing in particular, knowing that any flesh I could possibly reach would have to be breast, and therefore Char would enjoy it. Meanwhile, I slipped my hands behind her back and fumbled with the bra clasp. I thought it would be easy, but I realized that I'd never removed a bra from this position before. I felt even more like a guy.

And then something even more unexpected happened. The smell of Char's body became a taste. Her skin had a powerful yet indefinable flavor, something thick and musky, with a faint trace of sweat, but not at all off-putting. I'd even go so far as to call it an aphrodisiac, because once I began tasting it, I wanted to taste it again. My forced, tentative licks became eager laps, and by the time I pulled Char's bra off, I was actually looking forward to tasting the rest of her huge tits, though I didn't admit that to myself.

With her breasts freed, I moved from her cleavage and concentrated on one boob. I licked and kissed it all over and even under the pronounced sag of its weight. I managed to fit my entire face under her one breast, and I drenched it with saliva as I licked and slobbered on it enthusiastically, gradually making my way toward the nipple.

I felt the nipple before licking it, as it scraped against my forehead and poked the back of my eyelid. I opened my eyes and was amazed to see the huge areola, but even more amazed at how dark it and the nipple were. Char's skin was dark, but the nipple and areola were almost pitch black! I put my mouth over as much of the area as I could, and was surprised to find that my lips and jaw began working on instinct, sucking the nipple as if I'd done it a thousand times before. It came so natural that even when I told myself to stop, my mouth kept working, and my tongue joined in, coiling and flipping at the nipple's tip and lathering the skin around it. My lips puckered and sucked hard.

I told myself to take it easy, and I grew embarrassed at the thought of what I must have looked like. I tried to imagine the view Jen was getting, and I surprised to find that I had become so entranced by this activity that my whole body was into it. I was rubbing up against Char, I held her massive tit to me with both hands, and I had my mouth open as wide as it would go, sucking on the fat end and trying for more.

Pulling back, I fought for a breath, not having realized that I was even out of it yet. Again my body took over and rubbed Char's spit-soaked nipple and areola all over my face. I jabbed my tongue at it as it passed my lips even as I gasped for more air.

And then, as if I couldn't wait to get started, I went on to the next breast and did it all over again. I sucked and licked and even nibbled her a little. Char put her hands on the back of my head and held me to her, and though I knew it would have been futile to resist, I didn't even try to pull back. At last I heard Char moan, and it was as if that gave me an idea or permission, because suddenly I was moaning with her, gently but definitely.

I was just beginning to wonder how long I was supposed to do this when Char grabbed the tit I was working on and moved it up, then down, teasing me with it and making me follow with my mouth open and my tongue hanging out. I heard her give a little giggle, but more importantly I could hear myself breathing, almost hyperventilating I was so energized and excited. Finally I stopped playing her game and I straightened up to look her in the face. As soon as I did, though, I almost moved in to give her--and I still can't believe this--a kiss. I stopped myself at the last second, but I can't deny that for a very brief moment I was ready to kiss her full on without having been ordered to.

I suspected and hoped that I was getting into this because it reminded me of how much I enjoy getting the same treatment. Not to mention how worked up I'd become just moments earlier when I was nearly brought to orgasm. But I couldn't entirely dismiss the possibility that doing these things to another woman--and this bitch of a blackmailer Charlotte, no less--was getting me hot.

I gave Char a scalding look, as if to blame her for the feelings and confusion I was going through.

"I didn't tell you to stop!" Char snapped, meeting my hard gaze. "Get your skinny little ass on the bed!

I didn't even have time to follow the order, because Char grabbed me and pushed me so hard that I flew into the middle of the queen-sized bed, landing on all fours. She continued to yell at me as she climbed up after me. I was frozen with the fear of what she was going to do, plus I didn't want to move the wrong way to further anger her. So I just stayed like that, on all fours, which was evidentially exactly what she wanted.

Char got on her knees beside me and grabbed a fistful of my long, dark hair. She pulled harder than necessary, but not enough to draw a scream. Still lecturing me, she then used her other hand to swat me hard on my ass, filling the room with the sharp sound of skin against skin. She spanked me four, five times, yanking a little on my hair with each slap. With this combination I soon was crying out from the abuse, but it didn't really hurt. Not like it could have, or even should have. After all, my pussy still throbbed and my nipples still ached, especially in the seconds right after each pull and spank.

I didn't realize what I'd done until Char started screaming about it. I had been tolerating the spanking so much that I eventually leaned my ass back into one, and when Char noticed this she really started yelling. She called me every name in the book from slut to whore, and then she pressed her finger up against my anus.

"Is this what you want you little slut? You dirty little bitch? Is this what you want?"

I had to admit that my body did enjoy the electrifying sensation of a finger teasing my asshole, but my mind was still against it.

"Fuck you," I spat.

Char yanked me by the hair as hard as ever, sending pain through my skull and down my spine as I was lifted off my hands and up onto my knees.

"What?" she screamed, followed by another tirade of cursing and insults. 

But this time she took things further. No more teasing. While she hurled loud and awful words at me, Char shoved her middle finger right up my ass all the way to the last knuckle. It hurt terribly for that first drive, but then my body relished in the taboo, intense sensation, and I simply melted into her hand. I closed my eyes, bit my lower lip, and took the incessant screaming with the explosion of pleasure that started in my ass and ended at the tips of my fingers and toes. I stretched my body and tightened my anus around her finger. I even pulled my head away from the hand gripping my hair just for the extra sensation.

I couldn't have asked for anything more. I was all pleasure, arousal, and wanting more. And then Char let go of my hair and roughly played with my breasts, pinched the nipples and squeezed the flesh in her hand. I arched my back and pushed against her hand. I wanted to pump my body against her finger, but I was afraid she'd withdraw, so I just let it be even though it meant torturing myself.

"You better be hungry," Char said, switching gears suddenly. "Cause now you're gonna eat pussy. You ever eat pussy before?"

She pulled her finger out of me, moved away from me entirely, leaving me breathless, painfully aroused, and desperate for more. I collapsed back onto the bed. I was so wiped out that I didn't even consider answering her question, and I wasn't at all bothered that she'd asked it. I couldn't think straight enough to be freaked out about what she was going to make me do. All I could concentrate on was my pleasure, and how I'd never felt this way before.

I was on my hands and knees again, panting, letting the subtly decreasing waves of energy pass over me, while becoming vaguely aware of Char taking the rest of her clothes off. She went around to the end of the bed and stood there before calling to me. I slowly turned around and saw her fully naked body for the first time. She had a furry bush between her legs, hiding the cleft of her cunt, but I knew I was about to get a close-up view. I crawled toward her before she could even order me to.

"Come here!" she yelled.

I crawled before her, my eyes on the dark bush. Char shifted, spread her legs, and pointed between them.

"Eat, baby."

I'd gone too far to turn back now. How bad could it be? I dipped my head forward and put my mouth to the triangle of pubic hair. I swirled my tongue, felt the soft, wet ridges and folds of her pussy. There was more than a hint of the intoxicating flavor I'd experienced on her tits here, so I felt quickly at home. I licked and sucked and lapped, finding Char's clit right away, but also finding my position was not the best for eating her out. I grabbed her ass and tried to pull into her that way, but nothing was really working.

And then I twisted around so I was on my back and I scooted my head under Char and between her legs. This was perfect. I drove my tongue inside of her on the first try in this position, and the surprise of my success brought me back to reality for a moment. I paused, considering what I had succumbed to, how far I had gone, and what I was doing now. I knew I didn't want this. But rather than tell myself that, I just acted like it was something I'd started and had to finish. I stuffed my tongue into her cunt and buried my face into her bush.

Char hadn't shown much of her pleasure thus far, with the exception being when I sucked her tits. But getting her pussy eaten out must have been a new territory for her, because all of the sudden she was moaning and gasping away. Gone were the barked orders and shouted insults. Her entire demeanor had changed. She was putty in my mouth.

Meanwhile, I ate that big, wet pussy of hers with a ferocious hunger and energy. I kept willing myself to give it everything I had, because the sooner Char got off, the sooner it would be over. But what I ignored then and accepted later on was that I couldn't have slowed down or stopped for anything. If Char had suddenly had a change of heart and told me to stop, I would've found a way to lock my lips to her cunt, would've jammed my tongue impossibly deep inside her. As it was, I was pretty much doing these things to her already. It wasn't just the taste, but the feel of her in my mouth and the motions of my lips and tongue which felt so natural, as if they'd been made specifically to do this. My body was, in all respects, on autopilot, and I more than enjoyed the ride.

But things got much better when Char, still reeling from the assault I was making between her thighs, dropped forward and grabbed my own thighs to spread them. She put her mouth on my pussy before I could even think to hope for it. 

Char, with all her apparent years of looking forward to this first taste of pussy, must have fantasized about what exactly to do, because when she began licking and sucking me, I knew I was in the hands of someone very talented. At the first lap and twist and curl of her tongue on my pussy lips and clit, I pitched beneath her. The pleasure was so intense it was literally too much, but even as I tried to pry myself away, I lifted my hips to her face for more. Char managed to find the one thing that could pull me away from her cunt, for I let my head go back to vocalize the highest level of sexual satisfaction I could ever recall experiencing. I was so far gone that my voice caught deep inside me, and for a moment or two I was just open-mouthed and silent, my eyes wide, but seeing nothing.

"Oh shit," I yelled. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" If someone had been passing by Jen's room at that moment, they would have read panic and fear in my voice, but in reality I was just releasing pure, erotic emotion. My only fear was that it might stop.

I clawed at Char's ass as I screamed and huffed. Still in a kind of restless panic mode, I twisted and squirmed, partly to express my pleasure, but also because I didn't know what to do with myself and I definitely needed to do something. I moaned long and loud, my voice full of want and need, as I pushed my face back to Char's pussy and, somehow, ate her out with even more intensity than before.

Char's tongue seemed to be everywhere at once--on my clit, inside me, sliding up along the folds of my pussy--and wherever it was, it was doing the exactly the right thing. She moved so fast, with strokes and sucks so strong and yet not too strong. When she probed her tongue inside me, she went deeper than I would've thought possible, and her tongue was so fat it was almost as filling as a small dick, yet it had infinitely more flexibility. Outside, Char's lips sucked and massaged my clit. My whole body pulsed and throbbed.

And then Char was shaking. I munched on her cunt as though it were a big, fleshy fruit, and though she didn't go wild like I'd expected, I knew Charlotte was having an orgasm. I rubbed my chin on her pussy, then stuck my nose between her lips, but her big body really started to quake when I slapped my tongue back and forth over her fat clit. Her pussy juices flowed more freely then ever.

As she climaxed, Char's assault on my pussy was driven by this new rush, and in seconds she had me taking my lips off her cunt so I could beg her to make me cum. But just before I snapped, Char's legs went weak and she slid down off of me, leaving my burning pussy as she collapsed onto the floor at the end of the bed. She kissed me deeply with her soaking wet mouth--wet from my own pussy juices--and as great and passionate a kiss as it was, I could tell from it that she was a little knocked out. Amazingly, my first thought was disappointment, because it seemed like she was finished and was just going to leave me hanging. I lay there on the bed, flexing my legs and rubbing my own tits while moaning in frustration, hoping she would get the signal and come back to me. Instead all she did was sit right there beside me and try to catch her breath.

"No...no..." I said in spite of myself. At this point I had even forgotten about Jen until, in my frustration, I turned my head toward her and saw her just feet away...but she was no longer holding the video camera.

Instead, Jen stood there with a very guilty, even terrified look on her face. She was at that moment dropping her shirt to the floor, and so now wore only pants and a bra--a bra which supported two of the most incredible looking tits I'd ever seen. With that confused expression still on her face, Jen walked over to me, leaned down and, after the briefest of hesitations, kissed me full on the mouth.

Rather that think about how strange this was, I just kissed back. I even moaned so loud it scared me. I put my hand to the back of Jen's head and held her face to mine, afraid that she might abandon me like Char had, but I didn't need to worry. Jen kissed me with a passion even Char had lacked at her best moments. Maybe Jen was just a better kisser, but to me it seemed that she was at least as turned on as anyone in the room. Our tongues wrestled and tangled and sucked each other. We gnawed each other's mouths. And for a very long time, neither of us came up for breath.




Jen-Hewitt's Lover Ch. 03



We were still kissing when I felt Jen's delicate fingers tickle lightly down my neck, between my breasts, across my tummy and finally stop at my wet, red hot pussy. She palmed my cunt, then rubbed me, and I squeezed my thighs together on her hand. We were still kissing as she shyly maneuvered her fingers around my pussy lips and clit until finally working up the courage to enter me. And we were still kissing when she had slid two slender fingers all the way in me, fucking me with them slowly. I was back in Heaven, but it was Jennifer, I noticed, who was shaking.

She fingered me for what felt like a solid ten minutes, and our mouths didn't separate until nearly the end of that run. She didn't fuck me in a way to make me cum, just to keep things going, slow and deep and steady. When the kiss did break, Jen kept her face close over mine and watched me with a look of fascination and...love? I couldn't tell if the slight smile on her face was from being glad I was enjoying myself, or from her being happy that she was now involved.

After a short time, though, she looked more and more nervous, as well. She opened her mouth to say something, but didn't. Then she pulled her fingers out of me and brought them to my face. I moved my head and opened up, sucking and licking her fingers, but I had barely tasted my juices when she pulled her hand back. I had misread her intentions; she didn't bring her hand up for me, but for her. She licked her fingers and sucked them down, and that sparked something wild inside her. Jen made a delicious, desperate-sounding cry as she tasted me. Then she moved her face and hand down to my lips again, offering to share. We kissed around her fingers, our tongues hungry and out of control.

It didn't take long for the taste of my pussy to be fully consumed off her skin, and as soon as it was gone, Jen pulled her fingers back down to my wet pussy and fucked me again, this time harder and faster. I bucked against her palm, and now both of us were moaning. While we kissed, I heard her make sounds and felt her lips moving like she wanted to talk, but didn't want to break the kiss to do so. She kept repeating the same garbled message, until finally I broke the kiss so she could talk clearly.

"I want to try it," she panted.

"What?" I asked. My God, she looked beautiful at that moment.

"Everything."

And we kissed again. I pushed myself hard against her hand, and she thumbed my clit. I might have climaxed if I didn't find the willpower to pull myself away right after. I sat up on the edge of the bed and gently guided Jen to her knees before me. In this position, I could have had her eat me out, but I was sure this was all new territory to Jen like it had been to me just moments ago. She needed to go slow. So I leaned forward and presented my breasts.

Jennifer needed no further instruction. She opened wide and took the end of my tit in her mouth, then sucked eagerly but delicately. As good as Char had made me feel (and maybe it was because I'd given up resisting by now) Jen was a million times better. Her tongue stroked my flesh in just the right way, and she was salivating so much that when she pulled off me to go for my other breast, a thick stream of her spit ran down the underside of my tit and down my belly, giving me shivers. Jennifer Love-Hewitt's saliva, I thought. And I used my hand to rub it into my skin.

The attention Jen paid my other breast was even better than the first. She was really sucking now, and often her lips would make that sharp suck sound against my skin. Plus she was constantly moaning, the sounds getting faster and hungrier by the second. I grabbed her head and held her to me, hoping she'd never stop. I felt orgasms just around the corner. If she kept this up, I was going to erupt.

That threw a considerable kink in my plan. I had hoped to simply guide her head down between my legs after a little while. But if I did that now, I'd have climaxed as soon as I felt the tip of her tongue.

Fortunately Char came to the rescue. She moved up behind Jen and hugged her--surprisingly gently--pressing her huge tits into Jen's tiny back and wrapping those big arms around her. Char slipped her face over Jen's shoulder and searched for a kiss, which she quickly found as Jen moved her lips from my sizzling tit to the maid's hungry mouth. The two women kissed with a similar passion I just had, only Char also had her hands on Jen's magnificent breasts, somehow satisfied with them still being in a bra. Jen arched her back, pushing her chest against Char's big hands.

While I was thankful for the break, I was not willing to just stand by and watch. I slipped down to the floor, squeezing between Jen and the bed. I spread my legs and sat before her, my face level with Jen's chest. I undid her bra, and Char let me in by lowering the garment for me. I can't explain how wonderful those boobs of hers looked. They were big, pointy, high, and just breathtaking. The prominent nipples seemed to be begging for me.

I leaned in and licked between the breasts, and just as I had my face there, Char, still kissing Jen madly, pushed the tits together around me. I was enveloped, not just by Jennifer's flesh, but by her sweet, feminine scent, as well. I went mad, licking and sucking feverishly. When I pulled out of the tight cleavage and saw Jen's beautiful tits pressed together like that, it drove me even more insane, and suddenly I wasn't just licking her anymore. No, I was making love to Jennifer Love-Hewitt's breasts.

All three of us were moaning. Char and Jen kissed. I tongued her chest, my hands on her hips. Jen reached down and massaged my breasts, which were still dripping wet from when she'd had her mouth all over them.

It should have been easy to get lost in that moment and never look back, but I suddenly found myself seeing the three of us as if I were a fourth person in the room, detached and watching. In that moment, I saw Char as a non-entity; she was gay and this was her kind of scene. No big deal. But Jen was neither gay nor bi. What was she doing here like this, on her knees on the floor, kissing one woman while feeding her naked breasts to another? And most shocking of all, what was I doing, naked before her and accepting the feeding? The image in my head wasn't right. It didn't look right, nor feel right. This was not me.

I stopped licking Jen, wondering what my next move would be. I didn't even know if I should stop or not. Escaping the moment should have been on my mind, but instead there was nothing. At least, nothing comprehensible. It was, without a doubt, the most confusing moment of my life, and I'd had some very perplexing moments.

As soon as my mouth was off her, Jen stood up. I was thinking maybe she had come to her sense, too, and right away I was wondering how Char would react. But then I saw Jen fumbling to unfasten her pants. Still behind her, Char's hands were wrapped around Jen and helped her get undressed. I watched as Jen's pants came down, revealing long, smooth white legs. But they became caught around her ankles because her shoes were still on.

Jen sat on the edge of the bed, and Char kneeled before her to help take off her shoes, pants and socks, in that order. I was no longer trapped by bodies, and so I took the opportunity to try and at least buy myself some time to figure things out. I knew I had enjoyed myself, but I also knew that I hadn't wanted to. I didn't want to continue, because it might reveal things about myself I didn't want to face. And yet I wasn't ready to leave, either. 

I stood up and watched Jen as she lay back on the bed, raised her hips, and allowed Char to tug her panties off. Her little patch of fuzz was adorable, and even in my moment of doubt I saw hers as the ultimate example of a perfect pussy. I resisted reaching out to touch it, though I didn't know why I wanted to, or why I held back. Still, I was mesmerized, and I sat on the bed beside her and just looked over Jen's tight, amazing naked body. I felt like she was too precious to be looked at, and so I was getting away with something grand.

Char spread Jen's legs gently, but I could see on Jen's face that this was all happening too fast. I could relate. In the heat of the moment, the idea seemed like it might be great, but the reality was still frightening. As Char lowered her face between Jen's legs, Jen reached out for me and took my hand. We made eye contact at the same time Char's tongue touched down on Jen's pussy, and I saw the fear, the fire, and the fulfillment in Jen's expression.

For untold minutes I watched nothing but Jennifer's face as she reacted to the feeling of a woman's tongue at her crotch, and in return, Jen watched nothing but me. Of course she was beautiful, but to see her make those expressions, all the while showing her inexperience with this, and her trepidation about it, was infinitely sexy. The funny thing was, it was really the fear she showed that was the biggest turn on, because with those looks of alarm, she seemed to be seeking me for comfort. M guess was that she was identifying with me; she knew I had crossed the line already this morning, and had seen the rewards. Apprehensive as she was, Jen sought my strength through this transformation, because she wanted to be rewarded, too.

My doubts disappeared the longer I watched her until finally I knew exactly what I wanted. All of my confusion was gone, even if my fear wasn't.

Still holding her hand, I got up and straddled Jennifer's face. I lowered myself onto her slowly, giving her room to test before committing to anything. She kissed my pussy first with an innocent peck, and somehow that was nearly enough to rock me off balance. I dropped forward, now on my hands on knees, no longer holding her hand. But that was okay, because now her hands were on my ass, and she gave my pussy another soft, though lingering, peck.

"Oh God..." I moaned.

For too long I wondered if she would ever commit. Jen gave me pecks, then short licks, and eventually covered my crotch with mixes between the two. It was incredible frustrating, because each time I wanted to be the time that she gave in and really went at me, but it never seemed to come. Meanwhile, her fingernails caressed my ass and I was going wild. I felt like I'd explode.

I could have mashed my cunt onto her face, humped her like that and got off, but I didn't. I was loving this teasing too much. With all of her amazing tongue action, Char hadn't gotten me nearly this hot. I was begging for Jen to lick me, to really lick me, and I visualized her burying her face in my cunt, lapping at me and sucking me, but instead the quick pecks and soft kisses continued, even as she got her own pussy ravaged by Char. I wanted it so bad that I raised one hand from the bed and played with my nipples, pulling and pinching them. I was breathing so hard and fast that I was growing lightheaded. I cried out, over and over, begging desperately. The sensation of the tip of her hot, soft tongue was heavenly, but it wasn't enough. I needed to cum.

Instead, Char had finally done her magic and Jen began shaking violently under me. But somehow she kept her head quite still, and never touched my pussy more than before. The bed was shaking so bad from her thrashing that I had to stop touching my nipples so I could have both hands on the bed to keep balance. Char gave a long, stifled moan into Jen's body. And then Jen began to cry out, a beautiful, feminine sound that raised the hairs on the back of my neck. And it only got louder, and more passionate, until she was full out screaming in orgasm, totally uninhibited, and absolutely humbled by the climax of her first bisexual affair. I felt her hot breath on me as she called out, but I admit it was almost exclusively the sound of her high-pitched, surrendering voice that pushed me to orgasm.

I grunted at the start, and Jen seemed to know what that meant, so she puckered up and kissed my clit, then held her lips to me as I shook and shuddered and climaxed. I screamed out, crying without tears, sobbing but unbelievably happy, and I held my position above Jennifer's face as I was consumed by the greatest orgasm of my life. I was still in the middle of it when Jen finally began to eat me, opening her mouth, planting her lips, and thrusting her tongue every which way. I lost control, collapsed on the bed, and pushed my cunt against Jen, who readily accepted it. Just as I had made love to her breasts, Jennifer Love-Hewitt made love to my clit.

I don't think I passed out, but there was definitely a loss of time between then and when my orgasm finally faded away. When I came fully back to the world, I was on my back on the bed beside Jen. Both of us were still trying to catch our breath. Char was already half dressed.

"Tell her," Jen breathed to Char, too out of it to say whatever it was herself.

And then Char explained everything.

Jen had found the camera after my husband had left her. She watched the tape, knew I had plotted the whole thing, and, though she suspected I as after Carl rather than her, she was initially furious with me for it. So she set me up to get back at me.

Char really was a maid, really was a Jennifer Love-Hewitt mega-fan, and really had experienced trouble getting close to the star. She had confronted Jennifer about it the last time Jen had stayed in town, and Jen promised to make it up to her. True to her word, Jen offered to help Char out. While Jen was not bi, nor the least bit interested, she said she would help Char come out of the closet a little and set her up for her first and long-awaited lesbian experience. I, of course, was the other woman. They set up the whole blackmail thing to get me to submit (Char admitted domination was part of her fantasy), so Char got her cookies, and Jen got her revenge. But neither of the women expected me to react with such passion, and I was still just as surprised at myself.

Seeing how great of a time I was having, Jen fell under the spell next, instantly forgiving me for what I had done, and then actually feeling guilty for striking back at me with this plan. Everything else just kind of fell into place.

I couldn't believe it at first. They had been so convincing. But then I remembered the obvious. Jennifer Love-Hewitt was, well, Jennifer Love-Hewitt.

Funny thing was that Char actually apologized to me more than Jen did. She thanked me for making her first time so wonderful, said she hoped to see me again, but added that she'd understand if I never wanted to see her again.

I honestly wasn't sure which I preferred. But to show there were no hard feelings, I gave Char a long, gentle kiss before she left.

Alone and still naked, Jen and I laid still on the bed in silence.

After several minutes of this awkwardness, Jen finally got up in a rush, cleaning herself up and dressing. I did the same. For a long time we didn't say a word. We didn't even make eye contact.

But then, as I was reaching for the door to leave the room, Jen came out of the bathroom and our eyes locked. And then our lips, followed by our bodies. We fell against the door, making out madly. My shirt came off. Her pants came undone. My finger found her cunt again, and her lips found my cleavage. Jen tried to undo my pants, but her fingers wouldn't work, so she succumbed to rubbing me frantically through the fabric. We were still standing against the door, still kissing impatiently, when we brought each other to orgasm once again. We slumped to the floor together...still kissing.

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Jen-Hewitt's Lover



I kept licking her softly as she came down from her high, slowly releasing her and setting her back down fully on the bed. 

"You're not going to fuck me like that are you?" she asked, referring to the insatiable way I'd just eaten her out.

But I knew that was just Jennifer acting. I grunted in the affirmative. She kicked at me gently, put her bare right foot against my chest and pushed at me, but her other leg locked behind me, pulling me to her as she raised her hips toward me. I allowed myself to be trapped in this leg-lock only momentarily, but soon I grabbed the foot pushing me back by the ankle and gave it a lick before moving both legs away, spreading them, and lowering myself between. 

"Yes!" she cried out, her gasps of pleasure mixing with her words.

Her body went rigid when at last I entered her. Jennifer opened her mouth wide but couldn't cry out as she felt me fill her, and she stayed silent until, eventually, she allowed herself to breathe and grunt as her cunt wetly accepted my thrusts.

I laid on top of her as I fucked her, licking at her breasts and rubbing my face into them. After a short while she wrapped her legs around my back and began to fuck herself as I stroked into her. She kissed me on the mouth, and she started moaning into me softly, weakly. Though I could tell she was enjoying this, something told me she wasn't getting as hardcore as she had seemed to want in her letter. It was time to take the blindfold off, I thought.

I slipped off the blindfold, and I was so excited about it that I was thrusting into her again and with stronger pumps as I did it. Though I desperately wanted to lock eyes with this beauty, she was so overwhelmed with the fucking I was giving her that her eyes proved to be shut tight when I removed the blindfold. Jennifer moaned and gasped, saying "Oh God," over and over. She fought against her handcuffs, trying to bring her hands and arms forward more now than ever before. 

I pulled out of her, but her legs stayed buckled around me, and even tried to pull me back in. But I knew much more of this and I was going to cum inside that incredible pussy of hers before I could finish the demands in her note. And with a request that I fuck her face being next on the list, I wasn't willing to deviate from her plans.

I moved up her body, and the whole time she kept kissing at my chest and stomach. She started to say something as I pushed my cock, wet with her juices and my pre-cum, past her lips and into her mouth. Her voice became garbled as she tried to finish what she was saying even as I was in her, but then I began slowly stroking into her face, and soon Jennifer started sucking. 

Not only did it feel incredible, but it was such a huge turn on to have this seemingly innocent celebrity cutie engulfing my big cock. I still would have liked to have made eye contact with me with those beautiful, million-dollar eyes of hers, but with her face buried in my crotch, her face was impossible to see. But when I again noticed the leather collar around her neck, I knew how to make things even better.

Remember it's location from in the note, I pulled the handcuff key from under Jen's pillow and freed her hands. She gently placed her hands on my ass, submitting to my face-fucking, as I grabbed the leash from the nightstand and clipped it to her collar. Then, with the collar, I led Jennifer Love-Hewitt off the bed and onto the floor. She never took her eyes or her lips off my dick. I stood before her, my dripping cock resting on her face. She felt at the leather collar, as if just remembering it.

"How did--"

I not too gently but not too roughly tugged on the leash, stopping her mid-sentence. She forgot her question and bathed my cock with long, wet licks. 

"You said you wanted to be a little wilder," she said breathlessly between her licks, "but I had no idea you wanted to go this far..." 

She was stalling, I thought, so I tugged the leash again, and at last she took me into her mouth. She sucked on me tentatively, then grew bolder as I started thrusting to assist her. I don't know which one of us was the first to finally take that next step, but it wasn't long and I was fucking my whole length down Jennifer Love-Hewitt's throat, causing her to gag and cough it back up, but she was always quick to suck it back down again. 

It felt so good I felt lightheaded after a while, and I had to break up my stroking rhythm for an instant so I could clear my head and shift my weight a little. But as I did, apparently Jennifer wasn't willing to break up what we had going, because for the first time she really took the initiative by grabbing my ass hard and forcing me against her face as she took my cock down as deep as it would go. She was so deep that her nose was pressed into the skin above the base of my cock to the point where she couldn't even breathe through it. Her throat noisily sucked at me even as it instinctively tried to reject my big, red intruder, but it was Jen's lust that won out. She fucked her face against me over and over, and all I did was stand there and do my best to stay conscious as she did it. Soon she wasn't just gagging, but growling, and spit and pre-cum oozed over her bottom lip.

"Pull on the leash," she said angrily, surprising me. It was the first time she'd really broken character like that, so of course I obliged. I tugged the leash, she took me down to my balls, then coughed me back up.

"Again," she growled. "When you're in me." Her voice was still recognizable, but no longer sweet and innocent but demanding and hoarse.

I waited until she engulfed me again, then tugged, and I felt the collar yank against my cock as it was down her throat. That was the final straw, and though at first I hoped to fight back my orgasm, I knew it was too late. I was cumming, and hard, too. I grabbed Jen by her long hair with both fists and pulled her to me, fucking her face against me. She tried to scream and cry out, but I knew if I was truly hurting her, she wouldn't have still had her hands on my ass, making sure she had me as deep as possible. I came down her throat, and she coughed on it. She gagged until my cock was out of her, but I just kept fucking her, first grinding into her mouth even as she tried to clear her throat of my seed, then rubbing myself against her face as she forced me out so she could breathe. I drenched her in cum, and she was spitting the whole time, fighting for a breath as my jizz spilled into her eyes.

She kept her eyes closed as I stepped over her and forced my balls into her face. I rubbed them all over her face until she took them in her mouth and sucked until I could take no more. At last I stepped away and looked down. Jennifer Love-Hewitt, with her gorgeous face and innocent demeanor was on her knees on the floor, her face plastered white with my cum. I was hard again immediately.

"My God, Vinny," she said with cum sticking to her lips. "I could have choked on you. You could have really hurt me....God, that was hot..."

She greedily licked the cum from her lips.

"What to do you want me to do now?" she asked, looking up at me but her eyes still closed and covered in semen.

It was the remark of a true submissive, so I kept up my end of the show, too. I didn't say a word, but merely tugged on the leash again. She scooted into the position as I led her. I turned around and bent over the bed, spreading my legs. I had to admit--I'd never had this done to me before, and I was very excited Jennifer had suggested it in her note.

I tugged on the leash twice more until I at last felt Jennifer's nose slip between my ass crack. Fortunately she had had the forethought of telling me she wanted to do this, so I had showered before coming over. But she hesitated as if she didn't know that. So I pulled the leash again, and at last her lips connected with my anus. Here I was, just your average small town guy, and Jennifer Love-Hewitt was on a leash and pushing her sexy face into my ass as her tongue began to probe me.

'My God, I had no idea," she said again as she nibbled at my anus.

She squeezed her tongue deeper into me, and, apparently confirming that I was clean and prepared for her, began to fuck and suck me with it. She even grabbed my hips to pull me to her. I felt her tongue wriggling inside me and her hot breath from her nose sweeping down my crack and across my anus. It felt incredible.

Great as this was, I was desperate to get in her ass, but when I tugged Jennifer's leash to move her to our next position, she grunted in the negative and increased her anal-licking intensity. I don't know if she really wanted to continue or if she expected me to tug harder to get my point across, but I just couldn't help but succumb to her. She devoured me with passion, stuffing her face against my ass and groaning with pleasure. Eventually I did tug the leash--repeatedly--to get her to move on. But apparently she was enjoying this to much to end it on my say.

When finally she did stop, she stood up, growling and licking her luscious lips, eyes fixed on my anus, and as I watched over my shoulder, she licked a finger and then stuffed it right into my ass. I jumped in reaction, but she had me in her control, because her other hand had found my cock, and she was stroking me as she fingered me.

"Oh fuck!" was all I could say. It was impossible to resist.

She bent over me as she put pressure on my prostate, and I was cumming hard and fast as she whispered angrily into my ear, "You are a fucking animal, Vinny. I love it!"

She then pulled her finger out and let me go as I jizzed into the mattress, my body too overwhelmed to do anything but lay there at first. I heard the bedroom vanity sink running, and saw Jennifer washing what remained of my cum from her eyes, mouth, and face. She moved quick, and rather than take the time to dry off, she just spun around faced the mirror, and bent over on the vanity, presenting me with her ass. 

I got up off the bed, even as I still spewed cum, and moved toward her. I grabbed her hard by the hips and pushed my still cumming cock between her ass cheeks and into the tightest anus I could've imagined. I was barely inside of her when we made eye contact for the first time via the mirror.

"What--who are you?" she shrieked in surprise.

"Vinny," I said. The cum helped to lube me, so I entered her quickly without hurting her. But it was obvious from her extreme tightness that she hadn't done this more than once before, if ever, despite what her note had said. 

"No you're not!" she said, confusing me by this sudden shift in her roles. She started to pull away from my cock a little as she stared at me with anger and alarm through the mirror, but I just followed through with myself, continuing to push inside of her slowly but constantly. "Who are you?"

But even as the words left her mouth, the question no longer mattered to her because she melted in my hands and pushed back against my cock. 

"Never-fucking mind!" she called out. "Oh fuck!"

She moaned as loud as ever, then followed it up with unbridled screams and profanity. Then, through "fuck" and "Oh God!" riddled begging and pleading, she made it very clear that she wanted me to go no further, but not to pull out either.

"Oh right there," she cried. "Just like that...Oh my God!!"

Hearing her go on, begging and worshiping my cock in that sweet voice, was priceless.

I reached around and grabbed one of her heavy tits in each hand, then waited until she finally began to sink herself back against me. I had stopped cumming, but I was still hard, and after a short while we were fucking in a rhythm, and Jennifer never stopped begging for more or telling me how good it felt.

"Yank that fucking leash," she ordered between screams of madness.

I yanked it, and she screamed, and her anus tightened even more around me. That gave me an idea, so I used the leash to lead her away from the vanity and, never taking my dick fully out of her, I followed her back to the bed. Once there I had her bend over the spot where she had made me cum on the mattress.

"Lick it up!" I said, and I yanked the leash. She lapped at the messy pool of cum like an animal enraged as I fucked her tight ass. She screamed between gulps of the sperm, and continually thrust her ass against me to increase our speed. I held onto her beautiful, sexy, curvy hips and pounded into her hard until she could do nothing but force her face into the cum-smeared comforter to help stifle her shouting.

It took almost twenty minutes before I finally came, and as soon as she felt me filling her, Jennifer climaxed, too. My load wasn't big, but I could feel the heat as I pumped into her. When at last I pulled out, my legs were too weak to hold me up and I collapsed on Jennifer's back, whose face was still in the mess of cum on the bed. 

A few minutes later I rolled off of her, and she slumped to the floor. She complained that her ass was terribly sore, so I offered to lick it better for her. Apparently no longer playing hard a part, she obliged. I helped her crawl onto the bed and I licked at Jennifer's soft, sensitive anus for almost a full thirty minutes before I found that she had fallen fast asleep. I could have stopped then, but when you have the opportunity to tongue Jennifer Love-Hewitt's ass, you take it for as long as you dare. 

I was still dining on her firm, delicious backside when the sun came up. Though tired, my tongue hadn't nearly had enough of this exquisite creature. Yet I knew I had to be leaving.

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COMING UP in PART 2: Whatever did happen to Vinny? Angie knows first-hand.

FOR MORE STORIES featuring Carl, check out 'In The Dark', 'XOXO', and 'Submit'.