0 comments/ 31808 views/ 4 favorites Jersey Shore Journal By: Irish Moss Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. I was so glad that I'd let my friends talk me into auditioning for this stupid little reality show with them. Their rationale was that, if we made it, we'd get a free month in Seaside Heights and get on TV for acting no different than we normally would down there. In fact, it seemed as though they were looking for people who liked to drink and get laid, which described the three of us perfectly. Unfortunately for my buds, I ended up getting picked and they didn't. It didn't take long for me to figure out what was going on, though. I was blonde with long hair and blue eyes and a slight, if somewhat athletic, build. On the day I arrived at the house where we'd be living and met my roommates for the next month, I realized that they were all guidos and guidettes. I got the feeling that I was cast as the fly in the ointment, the catalyst for conflict. By the sideways glances I was getting when I walked in the door, I had a feeling that my new roommates were thinking the same thing. As it turned out, the producers would probably have been better off casting a non-drinker or someone who believed in chastity if they wanted a conflict. My roommates and I quickly learned that, although we might look a bit different, deep down we were all interested in the same thing. They even managed to get me to the gym with them rather than running on the beach like I normally would. Of course there did end up being conflict, but it wasn't between the roommates; it usually came from an outside source and we all stuck together, regardless of who started it or who it involved. It didn't take long for all of us to realize what a sweet deal we actually had. All the booze was paid for, even when we went out to the bars, the rent was covered and our required "job" was so easy and an ideal place to meet the opposite sex. I also think our producers may have underestimated the intelligence level of at least a few of us. Although everything we did was supposed to be on camera, we knew we could get away from the cameras if we really wanted to, especially if we hooked up with someone who refused to sign a privacy waiver. We tried not to do that too often, knowing that it didn't make for good TV, so sometimes we just looked for the wildest women who would be up for just about anything. Sometimes we intentionally frustrated the producers and sometimes we would absolutely throw them a bone. Ronnie had said right up front that "you don't fall in love at the Jersey shore" then went and hooked up with Sammi, another of our roommates. As far as I was concerned, that was like taking a shit where you eat but they were grown-ups and I wasn't going to judge them for it if they were both happy and consenting. The rest of us were pretty much in agreement that there should not be any hook-ups between us. We focused our attention on the many other attractive or horny or drunk people populating our little vacation town. I don't know about the rest of them, but I ended up reneging on our decision one night. I'd met this amazing cougar when we were out one night and she wanted to go back to her place without the cameras, so we ditched them and experienced a night like no other. It was in the wee hours of the morning that I returned to our home to find the cameras waiting again but just slipped into bed, still with a big shit-eating grin on my face. I was kind of surprised when, just as I was starting to doze off, Snooki came in and crawled into bed with me. "I was worried about you," she whispered, "I thought maybe that cougar had devoured you." I assured her that I did as much devouring as the cougar had and that we'd been equally satisfied. She surprised me again when she suddenly tried to kiss me. I pulled back and reminded her that we'd agreed that it would be a bad idea for any more of the roommates to hook up. "I feel like I'm missing out, though," she said, quietly, "I hear stories like these and the noises through the wall when you're with somebody here. I know you can make a girl feel really good and I've been completely striking out." It was true that she'd had some pretty bad luck when it had come to hooking up, like the one guy who puked all over our deck, then tried to kiss her goodnight. "You've been listening to me through the wall?" I asked, fascinated by this. "Yes," she answered in a sheepish voice. "Does it get you aroused?" I asked, starting to feel a little myself as I considered it. "Sometimes," she answered, barely audible. "Show me what you do when you're lying in bed listening to me having sex and you start to get aroused," I requested. Knowing that there were night-vision cameras and microphones all over that room, she still started to caress her tits as I watched. I could feel my cock beginning to harden and any thoughts of this being a bad idea were out the proverbial window. She started to pull on her hard nipples through the top of her nightgown before pulling the top down to expose them. Her nipples were thick and hard and her areolas were quite large and, as she went back to caressing them, I was losing my conviction to remain a spectator. I finally leaned over and started to lick one of them, which caused her to moan, then alternately licked and sucked each of them as my cock grew harder. "What else do you do while you're listening?" I asked, looking up from her tits. "I rub my pussy," she replied. "Show me," I said. Lying beside her again, I watched as she reached down, with her tits still exposed and pointing skyward, and started to lightly caress the front of the panties she was wearing under her short nightgown. I pulled the hem of the nightgown up higher so that I could see her hands at work better but, once she slipped her hands into her panties, I moved down the bed for an even closer look. Watching her hands wriggling around inside her panties was hot, but I wanted to see what exactly she was doing in there, so I started to slide her panties down. She lifted her ass off the bed to assist me, but didn't stop and, once her panties were off, she spread her legs wider. I couldn't see much of her pussy behind her hands, but I could see that she was pumping a finger in and out while her other fingertips were massaging her clit. As I lay between her spread legs, watching closely, I could smell her arousal and it drew me in. Before I even thought about it, I was moving one of her hands so that I could lick her clit. She moaned softly and I soon had also replaced the finger pumping in and out of her pussy with one of my own. I wasn't thinking at that moment how wrong it was that my head was between Snooki's thighs and that I was eating her pussy. It didn't even occur to me that her pussy was shaved smooth as I licked and sucked her clit and felt her pussy getting juicier around my pumping finger. She was holding my head and running her fingers through my long blonde hair while starting to hump her pussy toward my face. The only thing I was really thinking about at that moment, other than getting her to an intense orgasm, was how it was going to feel to slip my cock into her hot, wet pussy. I didn't know if she had gotten herself worked up before coming to my bed or if it had all occurred while we were together, but she was well on her way to an orgasm before I even jumped in to help. I did my best to just continue building the pleasure she was experiencing while drawing it out for as long as I could. I don't think she meant to gasp as loudly as she did when she started to cum but I was sure that the microphones picked it up even if no one was awake to hear it. Her body started to shake as waves of pleasure washed over her while I continued to eat her pussy. Once she'd gone limp on the bed, I raised my head and crawled up next to her again. I couldn't resist playing with her tits and nipples while she caught her breath. "Can I suck your cock now?" she asked, reaching for the front of my boxer briefs, which was the only thing I was wearing. "No," I replied, "but you can suck it after you ride it and cum again." She leaned closer to kiss me and this time I not only let her, but I kissed her back. We made out for a couple of minutes as I continued to fondle her breasts, then she started to get up. She took off her nightgown and was about to straddle me as I eyeballed her naked body when she realized that I still had my boxer briefs on. She caressed my bulge before starting to work them down, my rigid cock springing out. Once they were off, she stroked my tool as she straddled me then guided it to her smooth pussy. I moaned softly as her hot wetness engulfed me and she started to hump my cock. I went back to fondling her tits and caressing her hard nipples as she rode me while night-vision cameras all around us recorded our transgression. Since I'd already blown a couple of loads earlier with that hot cougar, I didn't feel like I'd be cumming any time soon even given how worked up Snooki had gotten me. As such, I just let her run the show and ride me however she wanted in pursuit of her own orgasm. Her pussy felt awesome as it slid up and down my tool but, as much as I was enjoying it, I was really looking forward to experiencing her oral skills. It wasn't as though I was in a rush for her to get done fucking and start sucking, however; having my cock buried in her, though unexpected, was absolutely pleasurable. I liked her tits, too, and was thinking that I might have trouble keeping my hands off of them for the balance of our stay. She'd started out riding me fairly slowly while trying a few different types of movements before she apparently settled on the one that felt the best. From there, she started riding me harder and faster, sometimes supporting herself with her hands on my chest and sometimes with her hands behind her head and her chest thrust forward. Her pussy was becoming hotter and wetter the longer she rode me and a couple of soft moans escaped as she got closer and closer to a second orgasm. I finally abandoned her tits and grabbed her broad ass so that I could force my cock more deeply into her as she was on the verge of cumming. This got her riding me even faster as her tits bounced wildly, much to my appreciation. When she suddenly stopped and her entire body began to shake, I was pleased that she was able to cum again. I continued to slowly push my cock into her until she let out a long sigh and collapsed on top of me. I was running my hands over her ass, my cock still embedded in her, as she caught her breath, her tits pressed against my chest. She raised her head and started to kiss me again, then started to kiss her way down my neck to my chest. My cock slipped out of her as she moved further down, kissing from my chest to my abdomen and finally taking my cock in her hand as she licked my balls. She stroked my cock as she ran her tongue over my sack then wrapped her lips around the head and slid them down as far as she could. She pumped the base as she slowly slid her mouth up and down and I ran my fingers through her hair. She really was quite good at sucking cock so I was relishing her efforts as I felt my orgasm beginning to build up. I was whispering to her to let her know that I was really enjoying having her blowing me which seemed to inspire her even further. My mind wandered briefly as I wondered about the possibility of getting some unedited footage of this encounter since I knew it could never make it on the air. Mostly, though, I was watching Snooki in the dim light as her head bobbed up and down while feeling her hot mouth sliding up and down my tool. She'd pause occasionally to lick my balls again or suck the head while still pumping the shaft, so it wasn't long before I was on the verge of cumming. My cock swelled even more as she brought me closer to orgasm but she maintained her pace and soon had me spewing into her mouth. She swallowed my load and continued to suck me off until I was completely spent and starting to soften. She let my cock fall from her mouth and climbed up next to me again. "What happens next?" she asked. "I don't think we should end up like Ronnie and Sammi," I replied, "do you?" "No way," she said, "No offense, but I'll still be looking for a juiced up, tan guido as long as we're here." "And I'm going to hope that you find him," I assured her, "but if we both happen to be alone and horny again..." "Sounds like a plan," she said, "Thanks." With that, she pulled on her nightgown and headed back to her room, both of us forgetting about her panties. Of course, when they were discovered the next day, no one knew they were hers and neither of us gave it away. Jersey Shore Journal 02 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. The previous summer, I had been pleasantly surprised by the opportunity to live for free for a month in Seaside Heights and have all of my living expenses covered, including all the alcohol I could possibly desire. I was astounded to not only be paid a salary in addition but to also make even more money promoting the reality show that resulted from that month of my life. When I was invited to sign on for another season, which would start in Miami Beach and pay even more, I was dumbfounded. It hadn't been all that long since I'd seen my former roommates due to all of the promotion for the first season of our show. Still, when I showed up at our new place in Miami Beach, it was nice to see them all again. We'd gotten along extremely well even though we were all pretty certain that I'd been cast as the "anti-guido" so I was happy to have been invited back. We soon realized that there was somebody else whose invitation to return was an even bigger surprise: Angelina. She'd bailed from the Seaside house pretty early in our stay there and we hadn't seen her again until the reunion special. None of us had expected to see her back and it was pretty obvious that the guys never gave it much of a second thought, but the other girls seemed pretty put out by her return. Personally, I didn't treat Angelina any differently than I treated anyone else; so as long as she didn't piss me off, I was fine with her being there. When she did piss me off, she wasn't the only one to experience my wrath, because there was a whole lot of shit going on that involved almost everyone in the house. Mike was fed up with cleaning the place up all the time in addition to cooking for just about everyone. I tried to make a point of cleaning up my own messes and trying to chip in if we were having a group meal. Unfortunately, not everyone else stepped up in the same way. It was when people started outright lying about what they were or were not doing in the house that I'd finally had enough. I slammed my beer down on the countertop to get everyone's attention, then jumped up onto the counter so everyone could see me and hear me. "Everybody shut the fuck up for a minute," I loudly requested over the arguments, "I saw Mike cleaning up this place this morning and, despite your protests, I never saw one of you lift a finger to help him. I know Mike didn't turn this place into the shithole that it has been lately and when he has made a mess, it is usually because he is cooking for all of you guys. Now, I have tried to just mind my own business and clean up my own messes while you all let yours grow into mountains of dishes in the sink and whatever the hell this green thing is on the floor but when I not only see Mike cleaning up after you guys but hear you arguing that he's not, that's it, man. Maybe you're all used to having somebody take care of you at home but that shit ends now. When you're back living under your mom's roof, your mom will take care of you but, in the meantime, get off your asses and start pulling your weight around here." I jumped down off the counter to a stunned silence, grabbed my beer and went outside, slamming the door behind me. I was fired up and it took a lot to get me to that point. I just needed some time to myself to settle down. I found the farthest corner of the yard and lay on my back on a stone bench that was there in the shadows near the wall. I don't know how much time passed, but I had calmed down pretty much when I heard somebody's footsteps approaching. I didn't realize it was Angelina until she spoke. "What are you doing out here?" she asked. "I'm trying to find my happy place," I replied without opening my eyes. "Your happy place is on a hard, stone bench?" she asked. "My happy place is somewhere in my mind," I replied, thinking that she was not the brightest bulb. I opened eyes and looked her over. She was wearing a tight, tropical-print dress and, not for the first time, I was thinking that her body wasn't too bad. "Are you wearing panties under that?" I asked. "Yes," she replied, "well, a thong." "Let me see," I requested, not sure if she'd comply, "to help me find my happy place." I was surprised that she didn't even hesitate and started to raise the hem of her tight dress. Her thong panties were black and I could feel my cock stiffening as they came into view. "Is your pussy shaved?" I asked, thinking that the front of the thong was pretty narrow and that she'd been wearing a bikini pretty frequently. "Waxed, actually," she replied, still holding her skirt hem up at her hips. "Let me see," I requested once again. My cock was rock hard as she pulled her panties aside and, in the dim light, I could see the much whiter area of her smooth pussy surrounded by her otherwise tan skin. "I've decided that my happy place involves me eating your pussy," I told her. "Okay," she replied softly, then started to slide her panties down. Once she'd stepped out of them, she hiked her skirt up around her waist and straddled my head. I took a bare ass cheek in each hand as I ran my tongue up her smooth slit and tasted her pungent juices. She moaned softly as I lapped at her pussy while squeezing and caressing her ass before I brought a hand down so that I could slip a finger into her. Her pussy was very juicy and my finger slid easily in while I focused my licking on her clit. She moaned louder and I could feel a subtle movement of her hips toward my face. Her pussy continued to get even wetter the longer I ate it and my cock was aching in anticipation of slipping into her, which I was certain I'd be doing once she came. Her pussy was so smooth and tasted so good that eating it was a true joy, but I was still focused on getting her to cum so that I could fuck her. I glanced upward as I felt her move one hand from the wall above my head where she'd been bracing herself down to squeeze one of her big breasts. I definitely wanted to get my hands on them once I was fucking her since I'd been checking them out along with her ass at every opportunity up to this point. She just caressed it through her tight dress and bra so, since it didn't look like she'd be whipping those beauties out yet, I returned my attention to eating her pussy. I don't know if squeezing her own tits pushed her closer to cumming or not, but it wasn't much longer before I could tell she was right on the brink. I kept licking and sucking her clit while pumping my finger in and out of her even as her body started to tremble. A fresh flow of nectar coated my finger as she came, moaning softly but continuously. When she went still, I slipped my finger out of her and let my head drop back as she caught her breath. She reached back to find my rigid cock tenting out my shorts, so was soon moving backwards to straddle my hips. I raised my ass as she worked my shorts and underwear down, allowing my tool to spring out. She started to stroke it as soon as it was free, then guided it to her smooth pussy. I couldn't believe how hot and wet her pussy was as it engulfed my throbbing tool. I just lay there enjoying the feel of it as she started to slowly ride me before it occurred to me that her tits were right there in front of me. I reached up to caress them before sliding the shoulder straps of her dress and bra down her arms. As the tops of her smooth globes were revealed I was completely attentive in spite of the pleasure her pussy was providing at the same moment. When her nipples and areolas were exposed, I made some sort of noise of approval, then continued to fully expose her tits. She slipped her arms out of her dress and bra, leaving them gathered around her waist, as my hands caressed her succulent titties. I ran my hands over her hard nipples and felt the soft, smooth flesh against my palms while she continued to ride my throbbing tool. When she leaned forward so that her tits were in my face, I started to lick and suck her hard nipples as my hands moved around to caress her ass. She was humping me harder and faster the longer we went at it and I could feel her pussy becoming even wetter and more engorged once again. I was pushing my ass up off the stone bench, forcing my cock deeper into her sweet pussy and starting to feel an orgasm beginning to build. The noises she was making were getting louder, despite her best efforts to keep them under control, so it didn't surprise me when she suddenly gasped and her body started to shake again. I continued to fuck her, relishing the feel of her pussy, as she rode out a long, intense orgasm. When she finally sat down hard on my cock and straightened up again, I played with her tits as she caught her breath. I briefly contemplated fucking her tits on that hard, stone bench, but decided I'd rather she just blow me instead. I waited until she'd recovered and had opened her eyes again. "How about sucking my cock?" I asked. "After those two orgasms," she replied, "I'd do anything." I wondered if she'd ever been fucked in the ass but didn't think the venue was appropriate for it at that time. I watched as she moved farther down, taking my shorts and underwear completely off. She took my stiff cock in her fist and pumped it as she licked her juices off the head, then wrapped her lips around it and slid them down. I moaned as her hot mouth engulfed me and she started to bob her head up and down. She continued to pump the base as she sucked me off, pausing occasionally to lick and suck my balls, as I felt my orgasm building. She was a really talented cocksucker, which really said a lot given how many blowjobs I'd received going all the way back to season one in Seaside Heights. I was definitely going to make sure that we found plenty of opportunity to smoosh for the duration of our cohabitation. I was watching her lips sliding up and down my cock, framed by her long black hair, and occasionally she'd look up and stare intently into my eyes. The visual was almost as intense as the pleasure her soft lips and hot mouth were providing. It wasn't long before my cock was swelling even more and I was feeling an unprecedented level of pleasure. Though I was tempted to hold the back of her head and fuck her mouth, I tried instead to relax and just savor the pleasure while she did all of the work. When I finally exploded into her mouth, she never even hesitated and just swallowed my load. She nursed my cock until I had nothing left to give, then let it fall from her mouth and looked up at me. I ran my fingers through her hair as we smiled at each other before we decided we'd better get dressed before somebody came looking for us. Once we were presentable, we headed back inside. "There she is," Jenni said when Angelina came through the door, "Why am I not surprised that she disappeared when there was a discussion about everyone doing their share of work?" "Whoa, Jenni," I replied, "Angelina has been doing her part. Don't you see this smile on my face? You'll recall that wasn't there when I left."