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Jenny and Me

By: the_caulk



It was my birthday. I had just turned 20 and the birthday party my mom had thrown for me was winding down. I didn't have many over just my friends and family and around 5pm everyone had already left. I decided to take a ride out to the local Wal-Mart and use my cash card I had gotten from my sister. It only had 20 bucks on it so I thought I'd put it use and buy a new CD. I was searching through a couple CD's I thought I liked when an friend I had in high school came up and started talking.

"Hi, Jenny," I said giving her a hug. Her small body still looked as good as it did when we were seniors. She was only 4'10" tall and weighed almost nothing. I had thought about fucking her many different times and today was no exception. She had on a sleeveless Hooter's shirt a size too small. Her perfect tits were nice and round and she was nipping today. Her shorts were way too high and I could see that she was still in great shape. She had the most beautiful long blond hair and her blue eyes were piercing. She had on a pair of flip-flops and her toenails were painted to match her eyes. She was stunning. And I was getting hard.

"How are you, Brian?"

"I'm fine, my birthday was today and I was just coming out to use my cash card." 

"Well happy birthday!" She gave me another hug and this time I could feel her hard nipples through my tee shirt. My cock was beginning to get harder now that I could feel her nipples and she could definitely tell I was excited.

"Well it hasn't been the best birthday I've ever had."

"Oh," Jenny said trying not to look at my pants. "Why, if you don't mind me asking."

"Well I caught my girlfriend cheating on another guy this morning. She didn't know I was there and so I just left. I don't know what to do."

"You just left? Wow! I'd just forget about her. Hey, what are you doing after you leave Wal-Mart?"

"Probably going home, why?"

"Want to hang out? I haven't seen you all summer and it would be fun to catch up don't you think?"

Hanging out with Jenny was something I always wanted to do. She was pretty popular in school and we never talked except for in class but now it was different. She was wanting to hang out not me so it was all good.

"Sure, let me just go pay for this CD and we can go."

"Alright, hey you mind if we just ride in your car? That way we can talk while we drive."

"I don't mind."

I paid for the CD and we headed out to my car. Jenny looked hot sitting there next to me. My erection was still going strong and I know she noticed it. She was pulling her long hair blond hair back and then she looked over at me.

"So, you want to go to the park?"

"The park? My girlfriend and I always went to the park."

"Well, don't think about her, she's a bitch. You're a nice guy and she shouldn't have treated you like that."

"I don't know Jenny."

"Kiss me."

"What?"

"I said kiss me. Forget about your girlfriend and kiss me."

I looked at her for the longest time, not believing what she just told me to do. I wanted to so badly so I leaned over and slowly kissed Jenny on the lips. I didn't use a lot of tongue I just kissed her passionately, like I used to kiss my girlfriend. Jenny slowly put her right hand around to the back of my neck and took her left hand and placed it on my crotch. I moved back a little to see what she was doing and she just smiled as she rubbed my cock through my thin shorts.

"Just drive to the park, Brian. You won't be thinking about your girlfriend by the time you get there."

"Jenny," I said, "you're my friend, don't do this."

"Really? You really want me to stop rubbing your hard cock?" Her hand had grabbed my dick through the pants and she was slowly moving her hand up and down.

"Jenny," I said. Jenny just looked into my eyes and unzipped my pants. My cock sprang free and as her small, warm hand grasped my shaft I just smiled. "Jenny, nevermind. I'll just drive."

Before I could get the car into drive and back out of the parking lot Jenny had wrapped her puffy lips around the head of my cock. I almost floored the gas when she sucked my shaft into her mouth. She had positioned herself in her seat and all you could see was her ass in her tight black shorts barely peaking out the window. Her head buried in my crotch felt great. Her sucking was awesome. She slowly licked up and down my shaft all the while massaging my balls.

"Suck my balls, Jenny."

"Yes, Brian, anything you want, birthday boy."

Jenny slowly let my cock fall out of her mouth and replaced it with her hand as her mouth found its way to my balls. She took each one in her mouth and sucked ever so slightly. Her hand jerking my cock felt so good. She knew what I liked more than my girlfriend did.

"You like sucking my cock, Jenny?"

"Hmmm-hmm." Her mouth buzzed as she answered and that sent shivers all the way down my body. She was getting me close and I knew I wasn't going to last long with this blond beauty in my car sucking my hard 8inch cock. But I gave no signs of my orgasm getting close. Jenny was going to get a little surprise.

I drove as carefully as I could to the park trying not to think about my cock getting sucked on but damn! It was hard to do. Jenny was so hot. I had put a hand down her shirt and found that the only thing holding her tits in place was her shirt. She stopped long enough to take the shirt off and then without any hesitation went back to what she did best. I started to rub her nipples between my thumb and index finger and that got her going. She had to stop sucking every time I played with her nipples. She loved it so much. By the time I was half way to the park she was telling me to pinch her nipples harder and harder.

I finally made it to the park without blowing a load in Jenny's hot little mouth. But just because we were at the park didn't slow Jenny down. Her head just bobbed up and down on my cock. I moved the seat back so I could kind of lean back and watch as Jenny worked on my shaft. I took her pants off and once again I found she wasn't wearing any underwear. I didn't know Jenny was so kinky. It was a major turn on which made me want to cum even more.

Here Jenny was, my best friend, completely naked sucking my cock in the park at 6 pm. I would never had thought she'd be doing this to me. I always wanted her to but never, except in my wildest dreams, did I think she'd actually suck my cock. Just the thought of it made my cock swell and throb. Jenny took notice and slowed her pace down. I had put a hand on her head to guide her down on my hard cock. She didn't seem to mind. After a good 5 minutes she sucked all the way up my cock and let the head pop out of her mouth. She looked up at me and smiled.

"I bet these clothes are getting kind of annoying, huh? Let me help you out of them." Jenny lifted my shirt over my head and threw it in the back seat. Next she took my pants off and then my boxers. It felt good to have my cock and balls exposed to the air. Jenny took her hand and grabbed my member and leaned down to my mouth and kissed me, this time I wasn't as passionate as before and when our lips parted I took my hand and guided her head back down to my cock. She was right back at it like she hadn't even stopped and soon I could feel my orgasm starting to swell inside me again. 

Suddenly as Jenny was deep throating my cock and rubbing her hand over my balls I felt it rise up from my nuts and rush into my cock. Jenny knew what was happening and sucked nice and slowly, making my orgasm last as long as it could. She didn't mind the cum in her mouth and after I opened my eyes I could see it had leaked out and started to run down her cheek. It was the most incredible orgasm I had ever had. And the best part was Jenny was still slowly sucking my now softening cock, making sure my orgasm was completely over and that all of my cum was sucked out and swallowed.

Jenny let my cock slide out of her mouth but she didn't let go of it. She looked up at me and smiled and opened her mouth to show me the huge load she had milked from my cock. Then she swallowed it.

"How was it, Brian?"

"Un-fucking-believable."

"Your girlfriend ever do that for you?"

"She sucked, but never that good and she never swallowed, she wouldn't even let me cum in her mouth."

"What a shame, baby. I love the taste of cum."

"I love to get my cock sucked too."

"Let's go back to my place. We can have some real fun then."

"Cool."

I started to pull my pants up but Jenny protested. "Time for seconds. Just put your shirt on, Brian." Jenny grabbed my limp cock and slipped it into her mouth. In seconds my cock was 8 inches hard and getting the best blowjob of my life for the second time that day.

To be continued...

Jenny and Me



Ok Cat take the bra off slowly. Oh yes come on show me those big tits. Mmmm they look fantastic, I am so going to suck those rock hard nipples when I fuck you later."

Lots of camera shutter clicks as I unclip the black lacy, bra that hardly covers my areola. I have a slight fetish for wearing sexy underwear and I wore the bra because I knew we were going to have a session. I drop it on the floor and stand there topless striking a number of poses.

"They are fucking brilliant. Now lose the skirt. Let me see what my dirty bitch of a wife is wearing under it. I love the sexy holdups baby. Black suits you it makes your legs look even longer. I want them wrapped right round my neck. And Jesus fucking Christ look at that thong."

I was wearing an Agent Provocateur black lace and silk thong. It was pretty, yet hugely sexy, key elements in the AP style, which essentially is elegant slut. It was high round the waist and plunged steeply down from my hips over my stomach to a small pouch that cuddled my pussy. At the back, a slither of lace with a serrated edge plunged downwards and vanished between the full mounds of my bum. Several people have said that is my finest asset, although I feel the jury is out on that for I do have full, round D cup tits as well and they get quite a lot of attention.

"Turn round and bend over darling, flash that arse at me. Let me see the cheeks and the crease between them and show me that fantastic thong."

As Richard complimented me, as he told me how good I looked, how sexy I was and how fantastic the later sex was going to be so I became more and more aroused. As happens most times we have a session the latent exhibitionist in me, which Richard never lets me satisfy in public, began to come out. Emotionally I began to make love to the camera. As he said those things and took shot after shot of me in loads of different, gradually more revealing poses so he very evidently also became aroused. As usually happened he got a very strong hard on. I knew then that also as usual we would end up fucking on the floor well before the session was really finished.

"Now lay on the floor" he ordered kneeling beside me taking close ups of my tits and pussy inside the thong. 

I couldn't resist touching myself and my hands without me hardly thinking found my boobs and squeezed them. It felt fantastic. I find I get such a sexual buzz from playing with myself when Richard looks on; I often wonder just what it would be like to do that in front of a stranger or strangers.

"Go down, get your hands down there" he told me, but was simply stating exactly what I wanted to do. I cupped my mound, I found my clit, I rubbed it then opening my legas and raising my knees I slid my finger right along my slit outside the thong. I was putting on a show, but wasn't sure for whom; Richard, me or the camera.

"Ok lovely take the panties off show me your cunt."

I loved hearing that word in those circumstances. As I slowly wriggled the thong off I croaked. "What do you want to see Richard?"

"You know what I want, you tell me" he said very huskily as he snapped away taking shots of my thin landing strip of tawny pubic hairs.

"Does Richard want to see Cat's cunt" I groaned softly.

"Yes I want to see your cunt, I want to photograph your cunt and then I am going to fuck you cunt. But first you can finger fuck your own cunt."

That was it, I was gone. And so was he. He was soon naked, I was on all fours, and he was fucking my cunt from behind.

*

Before I met Richard when I was at university I had experimented with bisexuality. Being bi or even les was quite fashionable in the mid-eighties. I had sex with a few girls both at college and in the year or so after I left when I worked in advertising and before I met Richard. One slightly drunken evening after we'd had sex I rather unwisely in retrospect told Richard about it. It was said in the spirit of not hiding anything from my husband and not wanting him to find out from anyone else, although that was unlikely.

Over the years he'd often asked about the sex I'd had with other women. Like most men he seemed fascinated by two women together. He would ask what it felt like when I was with them and what was different to men. Gradually over a period of years I suppose he got me to open up more. I began to enjoy telling him about the other girls and eventually I got to describing in lots of detail just what we did. It made him ultra frisky. 

As happens with couples, or so it seems, our ardour declined after ten years or so and our marriage in general and our sex in particular became stale. In my opinion this was due largely to the ridiculous hours he worked and the murderous travel he undertook. He rarely got home before nine and was overseas for at least a week each month. I was bored and lonely, he was tired and disinterested. The frequency of our sex reduced and it seemed that for him to really get going we had to use the camera.

Oddly, well I thought it was, as this happened so his interest in my dallying with the other girls increased. 

I was in his arms. We were both naked and we had just fucked. It had been good, like the old times I thought.

"Tell me about Paulette?" He asked mentioning one of my university lovers.

I told him how we had seduced each other for neither was aware of the other's interest in girls.

"God I would love to see you with another woman."

That was the first time he mentioned it. Nothing more was said then, but over the next year or so he quite frequently talked about seeing me with another woman. I told him not to be daft but he kept on. The pressure increased just as my depression about our marriage deepened. He accompanied it with terms like.

"It's just what we need to rekindle our love.

"It will get us back to what we were." 

"You must still have desire to be with a woman."

I continued to refuse even when he said. "You've been there before do it again, for me."

Although I didn't admit it to him I did indeed have a desire for sex with another woman. In fact I was beginning to think I would have an affair with either a man or a woman. I so needed more regular se*x and affection.

Eventually I became worn down and agreed. "Who though?" I asked desperately hoping we'd be unable to think of anyone. 

"Jenny down the pub," he said mentioning a girl that sometimes joined us at the pub we went to most Wednesday evenings. Jenny was an actress who often entertained us with outrageous tales of the goings on behind the scenes and after hours at the theatres and TV studios she worked in. She had absolutely no inhibitions at all and talked very openly about her sexual exploits giving very strong hints that she might well be fairly bi. "No one in show biz knows what the hell they are," she'd said once. 

A few years younger than me but almost certainly not the youthful age she claimed, she was single but had had a host of partners and made claims to having had, "far more than I can count," lovers. Tall, around 5 feet nine she had a dancer's figure with long legs and a very supple body. Quite pretty, but certainly no beauty in my eyes she had a rather hard looking face with thin lips and small eyes. Clearly knowing though how to make the best of make up, her longish blonde hair, that she usually wore down with a slight frizz to the tresses and her lithe long-legged figure, she always looked dramatically glamorous and, I suppose, fairly available. Despite this I had never heard any rumours in the village about her going with anyone from nearby but several times she was seen in local restaurants with women who presumably stayed at her flat overnight. Hence there was a fair amount of goodhearted speculation about her sexuality

On balance I thought that Richard had made a good choice from an availability viewpoint certainly, but the thought of it still did nothing sexually for me and I was really dreading it should it happen. 

For most women to 'fancy' another person there generally needs to be more than a physical attraction. Sexually I think that is the defining difference between the genders. Broadly speaking a man will fuck a woman if he finds her attractive. We don't do that either, with male or female partners. Something else is needed. Jenny was certainly attractive and sexy enough for me, but that 'something extra' wasn't there.

"Do you think you could ask her?" he flabbergasted me by asking. That was the limit and we had a blazing row with me telling him that I had changed my mind and that he could "fuck off if he wanted." This went on for a few days during which his manipulation was at its most extreme and effective. Inevitably I suppose I once more agreed that I would do it but I would not ask her. I thought and rather hoped that would be the end of it.

In his own indomitable way Richard solved the dilemma. She came into the pub a couple of Wednesdays later talking, as usual, about her latest adventures and sexual exploits in the theatre. "Well just the producer and leading man" she replied to someone's query as to whether she had got lucky. "Oh messed around with the leading lady as well of course, got to keep in with the power brokers hasn't a girl?" she beamed at us completely unabashed.

Richard managed to get the three of us alone at one end of the bar and cleverly turned the conversation around to rather saucy matters asking her about her exploits. This went on for a while with Jenny and him becoming ever more open and then, right out of the blue he came out with.

"You know Jen, I reckon you could help an old married couple rekindle the spark in their marriage couldn't you?" 

She made some witty response ending with. "Any couple in mind Richard?" 

Laughing he said. "Well I bet you can guess can't you?" 

She looked at both of us and went on. "Close to home are they?" 

"Yes very," he replied moving if anything closer to her as she said.

"What did you have in mind?"

I could hardly believe what was happening as he went on very boldly with what seemed to be the bombshell.

"I've always wanted to see my wife with another woman?" 

There was silence as Jenny's gaze slowly went from Richard to me and back again. It seemed to me as though she was thinking about it and I was rather hoping she'd say no and go off in a huff. She took a sip of her drink as she once more looked at me and back to him before saying softly.

"Mmmm might be fun." She looked at me and held my gaze as she said very softly. "What do you think Cat, is it OK with you?" 

As they both stared at me I could hardly breathe let alone reply so, like a fool, I just nodded and covered my embarrassment by putting the glass to my lips. 

"Why not get another round Richard?" Jenny said.

"Sure, same again?" We both nodded and he went off to the bar.

Jenny moved very close to me and said in a whisper. "Are you comfortable with this Cat?"

That made me feel much better. "Yes Jenny, yes I think I am."

"Presumably it's Richard's idea."

"Yes."

"And have you been with a woman before?"

I nodded. "Not for many years though."

She smiled. "Don't worry it's just like riding a bike, it all comes back to you very quickly.

I laughed. "Are you ok with it."

"Oh yes I am very ok, to tell you the truth I have always fancied you and Richard."

As she was saying that Richard returned and heard her say that.

"Hold on a sec Jen. Flattered though I am, this does not necessarily include me. It's just you and Cat as I watch."

Jenny seemed surprised and again asked if I was ok with it. Her understanding and consideration for my feelings together with her confession that she reiterated about fancying me and her looks and body began to provide that 'something extra.'

Things then progressed quite quickly and it was arranged that the three of us would have lunch on Sunday at the pub then go back to our house which was just a short walk away.

I hardly thought of anything else between then and Sunday and several times I tried to talk Richard out of it but there was no way that he was going to agree so my destiny was set for Sunday. 

My feelings about going with Jenny were very mixed. The actual thought of being with a woman again was exciting. Several times I thought of ringing Jenny and saying let's forget it, but come round one evening when Richard was away; I was becoming more and more attracted to her.

The idea of having sex with her in front of Richard was also, when I was really honest with myself very appealing; the exhibitionist rearing its ugly head I smiled.

I guess my main objective was the rather cold blooded nature of the whole thing. I think that I would have been happier had it have been spontaneous when we were all a little tipsy. If Jenny and I had got it on like that I don't think I would have had a problem The idea that we had propositioned her, had planned what we were going to do and when we were going to do it and now I had wait the few days was unappealing. In fact the Thursday, Friday and Saturday seemed interminably long. The bonus, though, was that Richard and I made love each of those nights and without the aid of the camera hence, I fucked him and not that for a change!

The prospect of the sex with Jenny, funnily enough, was not as daunting I would have imagined it would be. My mind went back to what I had experienced with the girls in my late teens and early twenties and there was a sort of calmness with my views on the physical aspect of it. It was the emotional side and the fact that Richard so wanted me to do something that he knew I would rather not do that was the main concern. As was his refusal to fully answer whether he would want to join in. "I don't know if I would want to or whether I would prefer to just watch the two of you two," he said very non-committal. I wanted to ask what he would do if he did join in but I guess I was scared of the answer so I didn't.

At the lunch I purposefully drank more than I usually did at that time. We were all friendly and Richard was on top form. When he wants to be, which is usually more in business than social situations, he can be charming company. And with Jenny he was just that. He was very chatty cracking jokes and making double entendres that Jenny and even I could not help smiling at. 

When he went to the loo she said to me. "Are you really ok with this Cat?" 

I again nodded and said that I was a little nervous. She went on. "Look if at any time you want to stop just say so and I'll piss off, ok?" The 'something else' was becoming more and more in play!

Just as I saw him coming back Jenny asked, "You have done this before haven't you?" 

I replied. "Done what?"

"Been with a woman in front of Richard?"

"Yes to the first, but no to the second."

"So what's it all about?" She asked.

"Who knows, male menopause perhaps" I replied as Richard returned and Jenny laughed.

In the house Jenny sat in the middle of a settee her feet tucked under her bottom. As she was wearing a short, black skirt she was showing her legs almost up to her panties and that, and the fact that the pink, loose knit top she was wearing outside her skirt was showing that she wasn't wearing a bra, made for a very come on sexy pose. Richard poured us brandies and I made coffee that we sipped as we chatted almost as though nothing was unusual. 

"You have a lovely house" she said after a while and Richard asked if she would like to look round it adding. "Come on Cat let's show Jenny round."

I realised that he had thought out the route for we got to our bedroom last. "And here Jenny," he said coaxing her into the room in front of us, "is where Cat and I have our fun and where hopefully you and her are going to."

This is it I thought, no way out now, no going back. "Why don't I get us a nice bottle of wine?" he suggested "while you two work out the fun." 

We were standing close and she again said. "You sure Cat?" very softly and throatily. This time I did reply.

"Yes Jenny I'm OK."

Richard returned with a bottle of champagne and poured us all a glass. "Here's to a fun afternoon," he toasted, raising his glass adding coyly. "May I take a couple of photos of you Jen?" Jenny raised her eyebrows but the actress came out if in her and she said. "Sure," immediately striking a couple of poses. 

"Why not sit on the bed Jen?" Richard suggested getting his camera and taking the focus and light readings. He took a few shots and then said very huskily. "Shall we all get er more comfortable?" 

"You can put that away then," Jenny said sharply, "I don't want any more taken. I don't want to see my tits in The Sun. I have my reputation to maintain you know?" She went on, but now smiling.

It hadn't really occurred to me that Richard would undress and I was taken aback when he unbuttoned his shirt and started on his trousers. Jenny smiled and slid her hands behind her obviously finding the zip on her skirt and looking at me as if to encourage me to follow. I reached round my back and with very shaking hands pulled the zip of my dress down. As she slid her, almost micro skirt down so I dropped my floral patterned, quite loose dress to the floor and stood before her in my underwear. She was now in just her panties, a frilly thong I noticed, and the fairly loose top through which her nipples, that were clearly throbbingly hard, poked very alluringly. 

She moved a little closer saying. "Lovely underwear Mandy, Janet Regar?"

I managed. "No it's Perla" just as I saw Richard now in his boxers move over to a chair on the other side of the bed. I could see the bulge in his boxers that showed he was already very erect. 

Jenny said. "Let's sit on the bed Cat." I sat beside her on the side of it. "May I?" she asked leaning behind me her hands going to my bra strap. She didn't wait for my reply presumably assuming no need and I felt it being undone and the cups being eased away from me. 

I still didn't feel very sexually aroused and I sat there rigid and very tense extremely aware that just a few feet away my husband was reclining in a chair nearly naked watching every move. I couldn't look at him, though I wasn't sure whether that was embarrasement, guilt, shame or something else. Instead I sat there looking down at my legs. Jenny was still half behind me and out of my line of vision so I didn't know whether she and Richard were looking at each other and all I could see were her hands that were by my sides on the bed. It was actually fascinating to watch them as they started to move and I remember thinking 'she's going to touch me' as they, so slowly it seemed, moved upwards I closed my eyes still feeling far from sexually aroused, but certainly excited and intrigued by the situation..

It was only then that I suddenly wondered whether Richard and Jenny were in collusion on this. 'Maybe' I thought 'this was all a set up!'

And then I felt the gentlest of touches. The softest of caresses. The most delicate brushing of her fingertips against my nipple She ran them round my areola tantalisingly slowly energising the Montgomery bumps that were the result of childbirth. She gradually moved closer and closer to the centre that she then pressed with what was just the amount of pressure that only other women seem able to find. My nipples obviously reacted and as they grew so she gently squeezed them between her fingers and thumbs. Pulling on them with hardly any pressure at all she coaxed them to their most extreme until they were at their largest swollen erectness. Now I was becoming aroused and thus, as her hands cupped each of the orbs and began to gently caress them so I gasped a couple of times. 

"Ok lovely?" She whispered into my ear, her tongue licking just inside it.

The feelings were so lovely and so intense that I slowly forgot Richard and really that it was another woman doing this to me. In my mind she became an anonymous object. A vague figure now giving me so much pleasure. A promise of so many sensations.




Jenny and Me



Nothing was said. I suppose it wasn't necessary. Jenny continued arousing me for ages. She was so patient and considerate, taking her time, relaxing me, priming me, getting me ready I suppose. From a having sex with another women point of view that wasn't necessary. I was ready for that, I had been for days and really I was looking forward to reliving the lovely feelings I had experienced all those years ago. So the physical aspects were not really a concern to me, although they seemed to be to Jenny. It was more my emotional reactions that were of concern. I couldn't help thinking: just why Richard was putting me through it, what did it say about our marriage and our sex life, both of which I knew were in trouble? Was this the start of something as the photography had been? Would it lead to him suggesting that he watch with another man? Would it prompt me to go with other women when he wasn't around and first and foremost in my mind would it end up with me having an affair or affairs? 

Jenny's hand continuing to caress my breasts sending what I now found to be the most delicious feelings through me, brought my thinking back to the here and now. Her other hand was running up and down my back, brushing through my hair, caressing the back of my neck and reaching round me to softly touch my eyelids, my cheeks and my lips. I could feel her boobs pressing into my arm and my back, her hair rustling against my shoulder. I could smell her perfume and feel her warm breath on my ear. I lost all recognition of Richard being there and my concern at doing this and I let myself become totally into what she was doing.

I felt her pulling me backwards. She lay me on the bed my legs over the edge. She sat beside me forcing my arm around her so that the edge of my hand was against her hip. She looked down at me a look of such care and tenderness on her face and held my gaze as she took my breast in her hand again. She smiled as she saw the look of pleasure run across my face and she pinched the nipple, a little harder knowing from her own experiences that was exactly what I wanted. Her fingers started flittering around my body. Running all around my breasts, under them and across them. Sliding slowly down to and around my waist. Touching my naval and squeezing gently on my hips. I felt as though I was in heaven.

Jenny was leaning over me, her breast hanging down towards my face. From that angle they looked fuller than they were. Her nipples were darker, but not as round as mine and they were very bloated. Her long, golden blonde hair falling onto her breasts and framing her face made her look much prettier than I had always reckoned her to be. She had a slight smile and her eyes were half closed as her hand slid slowly and softly even further down my body. Ever moving, slowly and gently she traced her fingers across my tummy and let them slip just inside the elastic of my panties. But they moved away again and ran over my chest before returning and going even further downwards. They ran outside my panties to where my pubic hairs begin as her other hand stroked my hair and my face. 

I was now becoming very excited and was extremely aroused for she had been doing this for what must have been twenty minutes or so. Her hands were so knowing, gentle and arousing that their movements totally consumed my thoughts. Where they were, where they'd been and where they were going was all I could focus upon. I forgot the girl on girl thing, I forgot Richard, I forgot my reservations and doubts. All that seemed important, no crucial, were those wondrous fingers, those marvellous touches, those such stimulating caresses. I found that my hand which had been resting against her hip was now stroking her skin which was so wonderfully soft, almost like silk.

Hers went further down and flittered up and down my thighs. The inner fleshy part, the most senstitve part. She knew exactly what to do, what I wanted her to do and what would pleasure and further arouse me. They would slide upwards until I was full of anticipation, but to only move away just before they reached my panties. The panties that I knew were totally see through. That would show her my pubes and the outline of my lips. The panties that were now soaked.

My head was lying back so I couldn't see what she was doing or what she was about to do. So when her fingers so lightly brushed across my mound merely, but so sensationally, softly touching me right where my lips join at the front my entire body bucked like a horse. With no hesitation or fumbling like most men, the tip of her finger had immediately found the protuberance of my clitoris. She didn't rub it or pinch it. She didn't press down on it. No, her knowing fingers brushed across the tip of it sending shivers of such pleasure through me that I felt my bottom rise off the bed. And then they were gone. But they came back and then went again. 

She knew exactly what to do and when. What would excite and arouse me. Exactly what my body and mind needed to make me respond to her and to take me to ever increasing levels of amazing pleasure. And I was responding. Not dramatically, not very energetically and not, really, all that evidently but my hand had slid down just inside the back of her panties and I was stroking and gripping the swell of flesh on her hip just above her taught bottom.

She again ran the tips of those wonderful fingers up and down my thighs this time though not stopping. No this time they slid into my groin and along it. They slipped inside the elastic of my panties around my legs. This time they touched and slithered along the now engorged lips that were probably so evident through the sheer net of my panties. They returned to above my groin and ran across my tummy. Now uninhibited, now assured of their welcome and now encouraged by my reactions they pushed their way inside my panties searching downwards for my wetness, Several times they went so near that my body stiffened with the anticipation but each time they stopped. 'Would she ever touch me there?' I thought. 'Is this just a tease?' I wondered suddenly realising that with all my being the thing in the world that I most wanted at that moment was for those fingers not to stop. For them to keep going, to plunder me and stroke me there. Yes what I think I wanted more than anything else was for Jenny to shove her fingers right up my cunt.

When at last they did I just simply erupted with sensations. I heard several deep grunts come out of my mouth. My eyes closed tightly and I gritted my teeth ss I felt her hand cup my mound her fingers snuggling tightly between my legs right on and slightly inside my lips. I came immediately. Strongly and so gushingly. I knew that I made a noise. I knew that my body writhed and bucked and I knew that I cried out something, but what it was I have no idea. It seemed to go on and on as though it would be endless. With her other arm she cuddled me to her chest as she comforted me through the final throes of this awesome orgasm. My face was pressed against her breast, one hand was in her lap the other around her waist as those magical fingers just went on and on giving me new sensation after new sensation.

I lie in her arms for what seemed an age, the occasional sob escaping from my lips, as she stroked and consoled me telling me how much she had enjoyed it and asking whether I had. She edged her hardened nipple towards my lips. She was asking if I wanted it, offering it to me, inviting me to love her breast. My mouth involuntarily opened, She pushed forward and suddenly her big nipple was in my mouth and between my lips. I bit it gently then sucked it like a baby would their mother. I had forgotten everything other than the marvellous orgasm she had given me until I heard Richard say.

"Well I loved it, you were both marvellous."

Jenny looked at him and said. "Pleased you liked it, have a good wank did you?"

He shot back. "No but I would have liked to," 

She replied. "Well you should have we wouldn't have noticed would we Cat?" 

Looking at him I saw a combination of lust and love on his face and I didn't know what to think. Debased and demeaned that he had forced me to do this or pleased that he had insisted.

"Fuck it," I heard him saying, "the champagne's finished I'll get some more.."

"Well Cat" Jenny said softly brushing my ash-blonde shoulder-length hair away from my eye. "You did enjoy it didn't you?"

I looked at her and smiled and said, "Yes Jenny it was lovely, thank you."

She kissed me. Not passionately and not deeply. Just a brushing of our lips together, but enough to make my pulse start racing again. "Oh shit," I said. 

"What's the matter?" she asked. I smiled and said, "I think I may have enjoyed it a little too much."

Richard poured us champagne and we all sat on the bed drinking it as he went on about how fantastic it had been and how exciting he'd found it. The bulge in his boxers was very obvious and Jenny after looking at it murmured smiling. "Yes we can see that Richard, very clearly."

I knew then that he wanted to join in. That he wanted sex with one or both of us. I looked at Jenny and realised that she was thinking the same thing, but neither of us said anything. 

Jenny and I had moved to laying on the bed alongside each other our heads on the pillows. Still both in our panties our arms were touching and she was running her toe up and down my calf. We looked at each other and she bent forward and brushed her lips across mine again. 

Richard said very hoarsely. "Is there an encore on its way?"

For an answer Jenny kissed me fully on the lips and I didn't object. In fact I kissed her back. She was a magnificent kisser but then I should have expected that for she had been so marvellous a lover earlier. 

After licking all round my opened lips she would mould hers to mine and kiss me open mouthed for ages. Her tongue touched mine and licked my gums and teeth. She sucked strongly on first my bottom and then upper lip and then kissed me all over my face. My chin, my neck, my cheeks, my forehead and then, most magically, my eyelids. Always though returning to my mouth we kissed and kissed for so long it could have been an hour for all I knew. In many ways, strangely, this long bout of kissing and embracing was far more intimate, erotic even, than the more overtly sexual experience I had just gone through with her. Although her touching of my breasts and slowly bringing me to that shattering orgasm had demanded a physical commitment from me this lying in each others arms our mouths moulded together asked for something more than that and that was an emotional commitment as well. And that I found myself very willingly, almost avidly now giving. 

Far more aware now of my surroundings I could see Richard and could watch him avidly taking in every singe thing we did. And my feelings there changed as well. It was as if I was now, in a way, getting my own back. Illustrating to him that I did enjoy this. That Jenny could promote feelings in me and actions from me that he no longer did. That I was appealing to her as a woman and that he was just a bit player. Neither of us paid any attention or spoke to him at all but we were both aware of his presence and I'm sure that she as well as I was, to an extent, 'playing to that gallery' of one sad and half naked man in the chair.

As she kissed me so her hands touched and stroked, caressed and squeezed me all over now without the worry of my reticence. 

And I returned her kisses and caresses. 

I ran my hands through her fine hair, I touched her face, her eyes, her cheeks. I stroked and cupped her breasts and ran my hands, lovingly almost, up and down her back. I became less inhibited and more enquiring and adventurous. It occurred to me as I lie in her arms returning embrace with embrace and caress with caress that I was a quick learner. I smiled as I recalled and agreed with Jenny's phrase 'a little like riding a bike. I recall also thinking that I was taking to what we were doing just "like a duck to water" and wondered if this was a latent requirement of my sexuality.

Jenny's hand had once more found my mound and she was caressing me there. Mine was around her, inside the waist band of her thong stroking the lovely roundness of the taught cheeks of her bottom. She removed her mouth from mine and looked me in the eye as her hand tugged at the elastic of my panties pulling them down my tummy a little. Smiling she murmured, "I don't think we need these anymore do we Cat?" 

It really is a very significant moment in any lovemaking when a woman's knickers are removed. Irrespective of what has gone on before and how little of her they cover the physical exposing of her most womanly of places by their removal represents a quantum leap in the relationship and the emotional commitment to it. It makes her totally available, it opens her up and it signifies her acceptance that she is to be penetrated, in one way or another, by her lover. Thus, as Jenny said that to me I momentarily panicked. I realised how far I had gone with her both physically and emotionally. I also realised that she was now asking me to go even further. Up to now, in my rather pathetic self-justification thinking, I had been doing this because Richard had persuaded me. I could justify it as it would help perk up his and my sex life and thus, save my marriage. The sexual excitement and gratification she had given me was not selfish but was for a "greater good!!" However, to me the removal of my panties for her was a willing sacrifice. That was for me and me alone. It was a sign that I was going beyond what he had set out for me to do. 

I croaked. "No we don't" as I raised my bottom looking deeply into her eyes as she peeled the flimsy "last barrier" from me. 

As I willingly became naked with this girl so I realised that I did not want Richard to join in. I recognised that I was now not doing this because of him but because of me. It didn't really matter whether the person removing that final garment was a man or a woman for what I was doing was fully establishing I did not need him, physically or emotionally. I was now, in a way, flaunting this at him. Establishing myself as a sexual being apart from him. That made me feel good.

Jenny was kneeling beside me and I looked up and said, loud enough for him to hear. "And I don't think we need these either do we Jenny," as I took her panties in my hands and rolled them down her annoyingly but wonderfully flat tummy.

Both now revelling in our totally nudity we gloried in that by rolling around the bed in each other's arms. We luxuriated in the freedom of it and the sensations of the other's body on our own from lips to toes. We enthusiastically stroked and caressed the other with no inhibitions whatsoever. Her fingers were in me and mine were around her lips. Her mouth encircled each of my nipples sucking them to new levels of swollen erectness and what felt like unprecedented degrees of aching, wanting desire. My mouth kissed and licked at her breasts as she held first one and then the other out to me as an invitation for me to suckle them like a baby at her breast. I kissed every inch of the wonderfully soft and such appealingly arousing flesh concentrating and returning to those, what were now, deliciously ripe, pink buds in their centres.

I knew that this time we would not rely on our hands. I recognised that this was now grown up women's lovemaking. That I had entered, willingly I knew, into something that went well beyond the bounds of adolescent girls exploring the limits of their sexuality. As we touched and entered the other with our fingers I accepted that I would need to go further with girl on girl lovemaking than I had been before. And my heart pounded with the thought of what was to come, what she would do to me and what I would do to her. I wanted to do it. I wanted her to do it. And most of all I wanted Richard to be watching as we did it. To see me pleasure myself by giving so much to this woman. To watch as I received stimulation, excitement and satisfaction of a level that he could not, or chose not to provide. Maybe, to an extent playing into his hands but, nevertheless convinced that I was doing it for myself and, without sounding too grandiose, for my liberation I wanted to put on a show for him and maybe to rid myself of my dependence on him.

Thus when Jenny starting slithering her head down my body I was not afraid. When her pleasure seeking mouth planted delightful little kisses, licks and sucks, on my lower chest, waist and tummy I was resolved and ready. When her long blonde hair tumbled onto my thighs and stomach hiding her face from my view I was receptive. But not just receptive for I found myself reaching for her. She wiggled her body so that we were lying side by side, so that I was most available to her and so that she made her most precious place open to my investigation.

My first feel of this woman on my mouth was amazing. Not just the taste and feel and smell but also because of the response I received. The sheer gratification that her writhing body, deep moans and "Yes, yes Cat" signified. The clear sensational pleasure I gave her and the such evident intent that what we were about to do was to be so mutual and sharing.

And it was. There were no limits or boundaries now. I was no longer merely the initiate, the junior partner or the follower. No now I was fully involved. An equal player a total soul mate to this wonderful teacher.

Slurping, licking, sucking and running my tongue all around that familiar but so strange of places I knew instinctively what to do. What I wanted to do and what I wanted her to do. Of course she needed no instruction or cajoling for her educated tongue had already found and coaxed my clitoris into explosive action. Her experienced fingers had found and run around my lips opening the folds of that covering shroud to more fully expose that stalk of such pleasure to her eager tongue. And of course her tongue and mouth inflamed me to such wondrous levels. And I was so happy to find that I was providing a similar degree of sensations to her. 

Jenny's legs were open her thighs wrapped around my face as my tongue rotated and pressed, plunged and probed and as my fingers stroked and caressed, rubbed and penetrated her. Hers were doing similar things to me and I could feel my orgasm starting. The slight stiffening of her body, the shudders and the increased urgency with which she was orally loving me told me that I was inducing her climax as well That was a wonderful feeling.

But then nearly everything went blank. My body simply convulsed with such an amazingly powerful array of sensations that I may well have fainted. At the same time Jenny was writhing so wildly that continued contact between her and my mouth was no longer possible. We may well have both been screaming, we could have been shouting out, we might probably have been moaning, grunting and sighing. I didn't know, so consumed were I by the magnificence and power of what was happening to both of us simultaneously. 

We clung to each other's now perspiration drenched bodies as we cajoled and persuaded every last surge of excitement of the orgasm that we had promoted for our lover. The sensations were so acute that it was as if we became one. As if there were no divisions. I had no consciousness of where I ended and she began. We were one writhing, convulsing, bucking and climaxing pile of female flesh glorying in the sisterhood of that wondrous mutual orgasm.

As we so slowly returned to a sort of normalness so we both remembered that Richard was still there. Together we looked over and of course he had masturbated. He actually looked rather pathetic and sounded even more so as he said how fantastic we had been and thanked us just as if we were hired help. 




Jenny and Me



Epilogue.

Did it do any good? Did it improve Richard's and my sex life? Did it help our marriage?

I don't have the answers. Maybe we are still finding out, maybe we will do it again, with Jenny or another woman, I just don't' know.

Do I regret doing it? No not at all. As I have aged my views on sex have changed. I probably like it more, but in a different way. I no longer think it is that special. It's not something to revere and share with just one person. To me sex has now become something to enjoy in whatever form one wishes to take it. It's a buzz. A process if you want and not some form of religious fucking ceremony to be acted out with just one lover.

I haven't yet seen Jenny since that Sunday, but she has been away acting. We have emailed and text though and I am sure we will see other soon, but this time it will be just us, no Richard. I can hardly wait for it.



Jenny and Me



This story could fit in several categories, like Romance, Interracial, or Erotic Coupling. This is a stroke story; at least it has a lot of sex. A special thank you to Estragon for editing this story and making it a much better read. 

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I'm John and I was sitting here this Sunday morning having coffee with my wife when there was a knock on the door. I answered it and it was my younger brother Ray. He looked hung over, which was a little bit of a surprise since he was only nineteen and didn't drink much that I was aware of.

My wife Carol and I have been married for two years. She's twenty-two and I'm twenty-five. I invited Ray in and gave him a cup of coffee even though he wasn't a coffee drinker. He sure looked like he needed it. He asked me if he could talk to me about a problem he encountered the night before.

I know he had a little trouble not looking at Carol who was in her nightgown and a thin robe. She was just a sexy woman. I also got the impression he wanted to talk to me alone. I think Carol got the same idea.

She said she had a few things to do and would leave the two of us to talk. I watched Ray strain his eyeballs to get a last look at Carol's ass before turning back to me.

What Ray told me was about him and Jenny, his girlfriend. They've been going together for a few months. Jen's eighteen and a typical teenybopper. Short blond hair, on the thin side, but very cute. Ray had told me before that he had sex with her for the first time on New Year's Eve. I haven't talked with him for over a week, but this must be important if he came over this early on a Sunday to talk to me. I just sat there and let him talk.

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Ray speaks:

John, last night Jen and I went out to dinner for Valentine's Day. We went to the new Sheraton Inn; Jen wanted to go somewhere fancy. We dressed in nicer clothes. Jen wore a white blouse and a mini skirt, and she looked hot. I actually wore dress pants and a dress shirt. I even wore a sports jacket.

When we got to the restaurant I went to give the hostess my name, but she said they were full and if we didn't have a reservation it would be a two- hour wait. Jen looked sad; she really did want to have dinner there.

There were a lot of people waiting there to be seated. The hostess called the name "Dobbs". A good looking black couple stood up and came forward. The man looked at us and asked the hostess if his table seated four people. She looked down at her paper and checked and said that it did.

He looked over at me and Jen and asked us if we would like to join them for dinner. Jen smiled at me and shook her head yes. The man told the hostess that there would be four of us. She smiled and she took us back to our table.

"I'm Jerome and this lovely lady is my wife Shauna."

John, the lady was gorgeous. I mean she was movie star beautiful. She had on a black dress that really showed the valley in her tits and it was rather short also. She had the nicest looking legs. Her hair was down to her shoulders. It was hard not staring at her since she was sitting across from me.

I introduced myself and Jenny. Jerome shook my hand and kissed Jen's. We sat down and Jerome asked us if we would like a drink. I told him we would but weren't old enough. He smiled at me and told our waiter he wanted a pitcher of margaritas. The waiter looked at Jen and me but we told him we just wanted water.

We thanked Jerome for letting us join them, that Jen really wanted to eat here. We wanted to go somewhere nice for a Valentine's Day dinner. Since it wasn't Valentines Day yet, we figured we would be able to get in.

We were talking when the pitcher of Margaritas came. The waiter smiled as he had brought four glasses and set them down by Jerome. After he left Jerome poured his wife a glass first and then a glass for Jen who looked shy as she accepted it. He then handed me one.

As we were drinking, I told Jerome and Shauna that I worked in the local market and that Jen just started community college in January. We were kind of going steady but nothing official. Jerome told me he was a businessman and that Shauna taught aerobic classes.

He asked us how old we were and Jen told them she would be nineteen in two months. I told them I was already nineteen. When I asked him his age he laughed.

"Well, Ray, I'm forty and Shauna is a lovely thirty-eight."

God, I couldn't take my eyes off of Shauna. We were all talking but I knew I was staring at her the whole time. If anyone noticed, no one said anything. We ordered dinner, Jen wanted shrimp and Jerome told her which dish was the best and she ordered it. I ordered a steak and French fries.

I don't remember what Shauna and Jerome ordered but everything looked so good. We finished the pitcher of margaritas and Jerome ordered a second one. I was feeling the drinks a little so I knew Jen must have been feeling them too. We weren't used to alcohol.

We must have been at the table for a good hour and a half. We had dessert and then Jerome asked us if we were spending the night at the Inn. He and Shauna had gotten a room, seeing they were from out of town.

I told him that we lived locally and to be honest, couldn't really afford a room there. We paid our bills; I just paid for mine and Jen's dinner. Jerome paid for the drinks and desserts, seeing it was his idea.

I was a hair dizzy when I first stood up. The drinks must have kind of hit me. I think it hit Jen too when she first stood up. Jerome said we should wait awhile before driving home and invited us up to their room.

Damn! That motel was beautiful, I mean really top-of-the-line. As we exited the elevator Jerome took Jen's arm and Shauna took mine. Wow, she smelled so good. I know I shouldn't have but I couldn't help thinking what it would be like to have sex with this good-looking black woman.

We entered their room and it was really fancy. We went over to the windows and looked out. We were on one of the higher floors and we could see the city all lit up at night. It was beautiful like in the movies.

I didn't think about it at the time but Jerome had called room service and ordered another pitcher of Margaritas. We were up in their room to sober up and here we were drinking more.

Shauna put a music station on the TV and asked her husband to dance. Jerome lowered the lights and we had on one room light along with the moonlight. I have to admit it really felt romantic.

The music was all sensuous slow songs for the Valentine's Day weekend. I was dancing and even kissing Jen. I do have to say I was busy watching Shauna and Jerome. He undid her dress and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and looked over at me and smiled.

I know it surprised Jen but she didn't say anything. I figured the drinks had gotten to her. On the next song Shauna asked me to dance with her. All she had on was her very sexy lace bra and lacy panties. I could see she her bush against her panties. Jen was part of the newer generation and shaved her pussy completely.

I had never been with a woman who had a bush and it really turned me on. Anyway we switched partners. Without her heels Shauna was maybe two inches shorter than me. When she put her arms around my neck and pushed her tits against me I knew I was getting a hard on and it was pressing against her.

I was both worked up and nervous. I wasn't sure what to do. I found myself putting my hands on Shauna's ass. She whispered in my ear that she liked the feel of my hands. I quickly looked over at Jerome and Jen to make sure he wasn't about to kick my ass for touching his wife.

He was a lot taller than Jen. They were just rocking to the music. Jerome was behind her and I noticed that he had slowly unbuttoned her blouse. At the same time he was kissing her neck. I was shocked and turned on at the same time. I kept watching and she let her blouse fall from her shoulders.

Jerome didn't stop there. He undid her bra and let it slip off. She was like in some kind of trance as he began to feel her breasts. They weren't big like Shauna's but they were perky, and he had her nipples very hard as he rubbed them.

He looked over at me and smiled. Seeing his black hands on her very white body was something that I never thought I would see. He then turned her around and he was undoing her skirt. She didn't seem to mind in the least. She had reached up and put her arms around his neck.

My attention was drawn back to Shauna as she undid her bra and removed it. She then took my hands and put them on her tits. God! They were so big and nice. I reached over and began to rub them. We had stopped dancing so I could lean over and suck on her big nipples.

Still a bit concerned being with Shauna, I glance back over at Jerome and Jen. He was sitting on the couch and all he had on was his briefs. Jen was completely naked and sitting on his lap. Her head was lying on his shoulder and his big fingers were between her legs, rubbing her bald pussy.

I turned back over to Shauna, she was sitting on the edge of the bed and she was removing her panties. I saw her black bush and pussy. I could see the pink in the dark folds of her black pussy. I reached out and touched it. John, it felt so soft and smooth. I almost blew my wad on the spot.

She said, "Ray, do you know how to eat pussy?" She said it in a caring way. I wanted to get down between her legs and try my best.

She stood up and went over to the couch where Jen was sitting on Jerome's lap and knelt down. Jerome spread Jen's legs and Shauna leaned forward and began kissing and sucking on Jen's pussy. Jen was making all kinds of noises while pushing her pussy at Shauna.

Jerome was busy man-handling Jen's tits. I stood back while my girlfriend was being used by this black couple. I could see Jen's pussy dripping with wetness. I have never seen her turned on like this before. My cock was so hard it hurt.

"Now that's what I want you to do to me Ray," said Shauna as she got on the king size bed and spread her legs. "Please take off your clothes first."

It wasn't ten seconds before I was naked and had my face buried in Shauna's bush. I rubbed my face all over it and worked my way down to the lips of her pussy. I spread the black lips and buried my face in her pink pussy. She was so wet and I tongued and kissed her pussy. I've never felt so horny in my life.

I sat up for a second to take a breath and saw that Jerome now had two big black fingers fucking away in Jen. She was moaning and groaning as her pussy was attacked. Jerome put his lips on hers, and I could see their tongues darting back and forth.

I turned back to Shauna when I heard her say, "Fuck me Ray! Give me your cock!"

She spread her legs wide and I pushed my cock into her. I've never felt anything so good. Just the contrast of my white cock in her black pussy was a gigantic turn on. She was the only woman I have ever fucked other than Jenny. 

John, I couldn't get enough of her. I was pounding her pussy for all I was worth. I had her big tits in my hands and squeezing them. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven.

"Fuck me harder Ray. Give me that cock. Make me come Ray. Fuck me and make me come. God I love it Ray. Squeeze my big tits, make them hurt."

I was doing my best to do everything she had asked. Then she said, "Oh fuck! I'm coming, I'm coming Ray, shoot your load in me. I want it so bad."

Right then I started shooting the largest load of my life deep into this black married woman's pussy. I felt like I was shooting in her for ten minutes, even though it was probably only one or two.

I felt her pussy squeezing my cock in a spasm. I've never felt that with Jen. It was like her pussy was milking my cock. When the spasms stopped I rolled off of Shauna. Her legs were spread and I could see my white cum all over her black pussy and on her bush. Shauna leaned over and kissed me.

"I want more of that later, Honey. I love young white cock," said Shauna .

I looked back over at Jen and she was riding Jerome's big black cock. He was sitting on the couch and she was riding him. As she went up and down on his cock I could see all her juices running down his cock and over his balls. I have no idea how many times she must have come. I was too busy with Shauna. 

I saw Jerome hold her down on his cock by her hips. By his motions I figured he was shooting a load deep into my girlfriend. She was screaming out how good it felt as he kept pushing his ass up to get all his cock into her.

It was then that I realized that neither me or Jerome wore condoms. I had sex with Jen three times but always wore condoms. I sure hoped she got on birth control pills since then. We never did talk about it, but now a black man has just filled her pussy with his cum.

Shauna got up and put some tissues between her legs and went into the bathroom. When she came out a minute later she handed Jerome a towel. He had Jen slowly raise off of his cock, which was covered in their joint juices. Shauna handed a rag to Jen to put between her legs as she went into the bathroom. The towel Jerome used to clean up his cock and balls.

We all stayed naked and Jerome made us all one more drink, finishing off the margaritas. Jerome pulled out a weed and asked us if we wanted a hit. I've tried it before but only took a couple of puffs. Jen had never tried pot that I know of. Shauna told Jen it would relax her even more and she took a hit and handed it to Jen. She coughed the first time but eventually got into it. I took a hit to prove I wasn't afraid of it.

Jerome put a pay-per-view porn movie on. Of all things it was of interracial couples getting together. Jen was back on Jerome's lap and I was on the bed with Shauna. She leaned over and started sucking on my cock. Booze, weed and a beautiful older black woman sucking on my cock. It doesn't get much better than this.

I noticed that no one was watching the movie. Jen was facing toward Jerome and was on his cock again. He was sucking on her neck and tits. The next morning I noticed he had given her sucker bites all over her tits and belly. She even had a couple near her pussy below her belly button. It would probably be a week before they disappeared. It would be a reminder of this night.

It was a little while later that Jerome and I were both laying on our back on the bed and he had Jen riding him and I had his beautiful black wife riding me. It felt so great and the women looked so different. Jen the cute teenage teenybopper, short blond hair, on the skinny side with modest but good looking tits; a flat belly and a bald pussy.

Then there was Shauna, a very beautiful older black married woman. Built with a tight athletic body, big tits and a great bush. I felt myself getting ready to come again. I had hold of Shauna's tits as I shot my load up into her pussy. I could feel her pussy squeezing my cock again. I knew she had another orgasm. Needless to say it made me feel pretty good.

She lay on me for a couple of minutes and then back into the bathroom she went. I lay there listening to Jerome and Jen. "Do you love my big black cock in that tiny white pussy of yours?"

Every time Jerome asked her a question she answered saying yes. "Do you want me to come in that bald white teenage pussy?" "Are you a little fuck slut?" "You want my black cock in you all night?"

"Yes, yes, yes, just fuck me. Come in me," said Jen as she was having an orgasm.

I have to say I was on an emotional rollercoaster.

I couldn't believe what happened when Shauna came back in the room. Her husband got off the bed and put his cock to Jen's mouth and she opened it up and took the head of his cock into her mouth. She has never gave me a blow job but was sucking on this black cock that just came out of her pussy.

Shauna got between Jen's legs and began eating out her pussy. She spread her pussy lips and sucked some of the cum out of Jen. Jen's ass was moving all over the place as I could see she was having another orgasm from the tonguing she was getting from Shauna.

After Jen cleaned off his cock, Jerome went over and sat on the couch. After her orgasm Jen lay back and closed her eyes. Shauna came to the other side of the bed and kissed me, tongue and all. I knew she had the mixture of Jen and Jerome's cum on her tongue but I didn't care. After that we did a sixty-nine with her on top of me and I began to eat her pussy out again, knowing I had fucked that same pussy just minutes ago.

I buried my face between her legs and sucked and tongued her pussy. I couldn't believe that she sucked my cock and it was hard again.

"Ray, I'm going to let you fuck me in the ass. Please don't tell Jerome I let you do it. He has a problem with white men having my ass but I love your cock so much."

I glanced over and Jerome was sleeping on the couch and Jen was curled up and sleeping on the other side of the bed. Shauna, my black love goddess, took out some lubricant. She must have gotten it the last time she was in the bathroom. She put some on her hands and stroked my cock, rubbing on the lubricant.

She put a little on my fingertips and told me to rub it around her asshole. We were now both on our side with me behind her. I was finger fucking her asshole, lubricating her. She put a pillow between her thighs to help keep her legs separated and I lined up my cock to her asshole.

"Give it to me Baby," she said. "Just take it slow and easy."

I pushed my cock into her ass. God was it tight. Her ass cheeks must automatically tighten up. I had the head of my cock in and took a minute before going further. I then pushed my cock deep into her bowels. I heard her moan but buried her face into a pillow to lower the sound.

We began a slow in and out movement, and I picked up speed and fucked my black goddess' ass. We must have lasted fifteen minutes. I finally felt myself getting ready to come. I whispered it to her and shot my load deep in her ass. She pushed her ass cheeks all the way back to my balls and held it there while I came in her.

We stayed that way till my cock was spent. I pulled out of her and the next thing I knew it was morning and I was waking up to Jen being fucked by Jerome. I felt funny because I knew she wasn't doing it because of weed or booze. She was fucking Jerome because she wanted to.

When I looked I saw Shauna facing me and smiling at me. "You were great," she whispered to me. She gave me a peck of a kiss and I got up and took a shower.

When I came out Jen asked to use the shower but didn't say anything else. I got dressed and Jerome and his wife were cuddled together. Jen came out and had a towel wrapped around her (I couldn't figure out why) and took her clothes and went back into the bathroom and got dressed.

After she came out we told Jerome and Shauna that we had to leave. Jen was supposed to be at a friend's house last night and needed to get over there. She did call her friend last night and told her she would be there this morning.

This was an awkward situation. We thanked them both for helping us celebrate Valentine's Day. Jerome did ask Jen for a kiss which she gave him and I gave one to Shauna. "I'll never forget you," I whispered to her. She said the same to me.

Jen and I left but we didn't talk hardly at all on the way to her friend's. When we arrived at her friend's house I wished her a "Happy Valentine's Day" and gave her a kiss. I told her I'd call her some time this week.

After that I came straight over here, John.

****

"Wow, that was quite the story, Ray. What do you want from me?" I asked. 

"I don't know. I was going to ask Jen if she wanted to go steady last night but I never did. I watched her fuck another man, John, and I'm confused."

"You did have sex with another woman yourself also, Ray. It wasn't one-sided, both of you had sex with other people."

"I know and it was great. John, I like a woman with hair on her pussy; should I tell Jen?"




Jenny and Me



"Ray, for now why don't you leave well enough alone? Date Jen and take life a day at a time. See how she feels about having sex with other people. You don't have to rush into anything. By the way, don't mention shaving her bush one way or the other. It's her body."

"You're right, you usually are. That's why I like to ask you questions."

"One question you may want to ask Jen is if she is on birth control. That's a must. She doesn't need to be having kids already and either do you. Why don't you ask her over here next Saturday and we'll have a little cookout? If you spend the night I might even see you have some margaritas.

"Just don't tell Mom and Dad I gave you anything to drink. Oh, one other thing, you can't tell anyone I told you this, especially Carol, but I like a bush on a woman better too. That's why Carol keeps a nice bush and trims it up. I love putting my face into it." I laughed.

"Thanks for everything, John. I'm glad I have a big brother to talk too. I'll get with Jen and see if she wants to come over next weekend. Your secret about Carol is safe with me. Don't get mad but I thought she had a nice bush when I saw her in her pj's and her bathing suit."

After Ray left Carol came into the kitchen.

"Damn John! Your little brother is one horny little fucker. You knew I was in the other room and heard everything, didn't you?" 

"Of course, I know you pretty well."

"So what's your plan here? You want a little bald teenybopper pussy? If so, your little brother will get another woman with a bush and I'll make sure he eats it. But for right now I'm horny as hell and need to get laid."

We both just laughed and headed up to the bedroom.

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Jenny & Phil



Phil and Jenny left England towards the end of October for their well-deserved ski vacation at Whistler in British Columbia. They arrived in Vancouver on the morning of the 25th and arrived at the Mountain Resort before noon. Their condo was fully equipped, including a fireplace, and Jacuzzi on the deck. Jenny is a bright, tall curvy blonde with extremely noticeable breasts even beneath the layers of clothing she wore. Phil is tall, tanned and well built from years of skiing slopes all over the world.

They hadn't seen each other in over a week before the flight due to busy work schedules and the fact that they didn't live together. Both had immense sexual appetites and the week apart was causing a stirring in both their pants that was only made worse by the long flight and full train ride. Phil, ever the tease, whispered all the things he was planning to do to Jenny on the train ride up from Vancouver. By the time they got to the condo Jenny was soaked through her panties and Phil had pre-cum dripping down his thigh.

Phil had incredible self-control and with Jenny on her knees begging to suck his cock he convinced her to go for a ride up the mountain. Jenny pouted but knew that Phil always came through in the end, no pun intended. She dressed in a loose warm ski suit with nothing underneath. The suit had a Velcro backside for easy access to her ass, one of her favorite areas to get stimulated. With Phil dressed in all black they proceeded to leave the condo for the slopes and the long ride to the top. Considering the kind of resort this was they figured the slopes to be crowded but Phil noticed that it was just the opposite. The slopes were empty.

They climbed aboard the lift for the half hour ride to the top. Phil immediately slid his throbbing cock out of his pants. Jenny attacked the purple salty helmet with her tongue. She released his sack from his pants and gently rubbed them as her tongue swirled the head of his cock. With Jenny leaning over his cock Phil was able to release the Velcro backside of her snowsuit. He licked his finger and proceeded to ream her asshole with it. This always solicited a moan from Jenny, which would cause her to lick and suck his cock with abandon. Removing his finger from her ass he lubed up two more using her already flowing pussy juices.

You see Jenny really enjoyed any and all ass play and one finger would never be enough for her. He inserted two extremely lubricated fingers into her ass. She started to fuck those two fingers while taking his cock completely into her mouth...her moans almost caused Phil to gush a huge cum shot down her throat but he was able to hold off. Between mouthfuls of cock and moans of pleasure she was begged for a third finger. This brought a smile to Phil's face cause he knew once that third finger went in she would be on the verge of cumming and that is just where he wanted her and the reason he held up on his own orgasm. He removed the other two fingers and lubed up those two plus one more. God her pussy was wet...

"You weren't kidding when you said the snow and cold turned you on".

He slid one then two fingers back into her ass. He played with her ass this way until he had her begging for the third. It was all he could do to not cum in her mouth but he knew if he did then his plan for the rest of the trip up the mountain would fail.

"Please, mmmmm, Phil.... god please fuck my ass, stick another finger in my ass, oh god fuck me, fuck me!!!!" Phil slid the third in and fucked her ass until Jenny was so out of control she couldn't even suck his cock anymore. She rested her head on his thigh and bucked her ass up and down on his fingers. With her moans and sighs reaching heights Phil had never heard, he knew she was on the verge of cumming and he removed his fingers.

"What the fuck are you doing, I was about to cum".

A smile formed on Phil's mouth. "I know exactly what I am doing, it isn't time for you to cum yet".

"Time for me to cum yet, yes it was".

"Relax, I will let you know when it is time".

This type of attitude only peaked Jenny's curiosity because Phil never acted like this. "Ok, so when will it be time".

"Soon, I promise".

Phil undid Jenny's buttons on the sides of her pants and slid them down to her ankles removing one leg. The cold seat of the lift sent chills through Jenny's body. This is better than the ice cubes they liked to play with at home she thought. He slid her body around so his head was between her legs and he had a firm grip on her thighs and ass. He proceeded to lick her lips up and down until he had her moaning again. He avoided her clit like the plague and when she attempted to touch it herself, gently removed her hands. He slid his tongue into her gaping hole until he had her moaning even louder. Her juices were running down her thighs and his chin. Unbelievable. Phil had never seen her this turned on. With a firm grip on her ass he attacked her pussy with his mouth and tongue. He sucked her entire pussy into his mouth and using the tip of his tongue stabbed her clit repeatedly...just enough to fire her up some more but not enough to allow her to cum. At this point Jenny was going crazy. Phil was afraid they would both fall off the lift.

"Time for you to cum!" "Yes, oh please yes let me cum!"

That was all he needed. He pulled her pussy back into his mouth and started to suck and fuck it with his tongue. Reaching under her he slid a finger into her ass.

"I'm cumming, oh god I'm cumming!!!!!" That's all Phil needed to hear. He sucked and licked until he was choking on her juices. He could smell her beautiful scent in his nose she was so wet and out of control. His cock throbbed, he knew he would be begging for release soon too. Waves of pleasure shook throughout her entire body. She had never cum like that in all their years together. Jenny knew that Phil would want to cum in her mouth. But it was her turn now. She slid over and on top of his cock. It went into her pussy easily she was so wet. She was going to cum again before she took care of him. She ground her pussy down into his cock. The lift prevented her from actually fucking him as hard as she wanted to but she was able to take his full length into her pussy. Another wave of pleasure as she came all over his cock. She heard his breathing pick up as he reached around and grabbed her breasts. His unzipped her coat and squeezed her hard as rock nipples. The combination of the cold and her prior orgasms made her nipples stand out on end and Phil pinching them caused her to shudder in orgasm again. Three orgasms to his none. "I guess I should let you cum now huh Phil!"

"Oh yes, please make me cum," Phil yelled.

Now it was time for Jenny to smirk. "Not yet, fair is fair," she laughed. She pulled off his cock and slid it into her ass.

"I'm not done yet", she moaned as he stretched her ass farther then she had ever been stretched. She could feel another orgasm approaching, this one more powerful than all the others. She bounced up as far as the lift would allow and came crashing down on his cock. The wave of the orgasm almost knocked her out and she could tell from Phil's breathing that he was trying his hardest to not cum in her ass. She knew what he was holding out for and she wanted to please her lover. She pulled off his cock and slid over. She bent down and tasted her own pussy and ass juices on his cock. She wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked it while taking his cock into her mouth down to his balls. She fondled his balls with her other hand so she would be able to feel the build up of his cum. Phil let out a scream that could cause an avalanche as he shot a huge load down Jenny's throat. She swallowed every last drop and continued to lick his cock until he couldn't take the stimulation anymore.

When they both looked up they couldn't believe that they were almost at the top of the mountain.

"Time to get ourselves back together we are almost at the peak," Phil said

"I've already reached my peak," Jenny moaned.



Jenny & Steve Reach A Crescendo



For Jenny young Steve was a present from heaven and how it all started was when she went in to change the sheets of room 23. She had converted her small hotel to bed and breakfast only because it seemed the more profitable thing to do.

It was twelve noon and with board ending at ten she fully expected there would be nobody in the room. But there was in the form of Steve snuggled under the duvet. Well okay he was the eldest son of her good friend Angela, he'd just celebrated his twentieth and Jenny readily agreed to put him up for the weekend after he had enjoyed his merriment.

She gave out a burst of laughter seeing his embarrassment when , looking at his watch, he realised he should be well and gone.

"I should be at work, Jen!" he yelled

She looked at him coyly, she would give him a start by ripping the duvet off him.

But it was no shock when she realised he was stark naked, in fact it was her pleasure.

He looked terribly abashed - how could she, without any warning, he closed his hands, clutching his fingers together to shield his embarrassment as she looked down at him, spotting a magazine called 'Upskirts' on his bedside locker.

"Mmm, looks interesting," she smiled showing no shock. "This your turn -on, Steve?!

He was wordless, hiding his face behind a pillow, but, peeking from behind he could see Jen sat down on the edge of the bed, looking good in her tight grey skirt and top, good for a 40 year old and Steve, taking a long gulp, was obviously quite aware of that.

He remained silent, looking awkward still. "Don't be embarrassed," said she showing some empathy. "You poor thing, tell you what," she said holding the magazine in her upturned hand " - you can look up mine to your heart's content, would you like that?"

But Steve was lost for words, maybe he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Looking down she noticed change, he was aroused so she was happy, happy that he obviously fancied her. She stood up beside the bed, lifting her skirts to reveal her black laced stockings. He was very flushed by then and she climbed up onto the bed and arranged herself, thighs apart and positioned herself by nudging her knees down and lifting the hem of her knee length skirt until she was beautifully astride his head, then she let go the hem and enjoyed the moment, sensing the sexuality of what, as a woman, she had done so many times before.

"Or perhaps you should be getting up for work?" She teased wiggling her hips a bit to lure him with her scent.

He murmured he would much rather stay with her and that she was lovely and ..."

"Just enjoy, Steve" she whispered bending a little to reach him with her the finger tips of her right hand, now she was almost touching his face underneath and he pushed his hands beneath her skirt to lift it higher above her hips and made those very gratifying indeed moans of wanting as Jenny went for the whole thing and gently smothered him, her cherry red thongs and all, mingling her wetness with his parted lips as she moved her self in a circling direction, thrilling to the touch of his moth beginning to wallow her femininity, feeling his tongue starting to work around and around, she closed her eyes, held her head back to concentrate on this very delicious moment - Steve immersed and thinking: so this was the taste of woman, so good and so sweet, with a little more bending and in so doing, giving Steve much more of herself too, she gasped how this young lad seemed to know all the ways a woman enjoyed, or was it just instinct, whatever it was good and was not complaining as she managed to push her head down enough to pull up his full erection into her mouth, to taste and be tasted was something she had not done since Ron, her ex - but he wasn't so 'new' as Steve, like Steve was a virgin and untouched -and now she was eager to test that probable virginity , she wanted to swallow him all up, but she also wanted him inside her, she tightened her fingers around the base of his erection until he gasped -she simply swayed but, still immersed, his face pressed snugly against her , it was a while before she was able to guide him into her as she slipped her body down to him, squeezing him for full readiness and, slipping her now very wet thong aside. enjoyed his warmth slide into her so full and so good, this young guy had everything and she had been without for so long, it was beautiful to feel a guy again and she made the very best of the occasion, giving him her full concentration as they started to fuck in perfect harmony, she taking his thrusts deep and full, and enjoying every precious moment.

"I love it, being beneath you, you make me feel so complete and wanted, Jenny" he gasped, intermittently between each penetrating thrust..

Afterwards, after the fuck, they snuggled a lot, he watched her tease her nipples as she licked his torso, her eyes closed and her moans long and expressive to the point she could not resist now going down on him, tasting him once more, so good and so vibrant as his firmness came strong again to the touch of her deep sucking. He took the nudge from her to slip beneath her again as they found that wonderful sixty nine position and they both enjoyed a wonderfully long session of tasting each others freshly fucked pleasures of love. He rolled his long tongue around her, enjoying her flavour, licking and sniffing her fragrance and by the same token she sucked the head of his cock, enjoying the touch with her tongue rolling around, delicately teasing his p-hole with the very tip of her tongue. Later, mouths dry, they went down to the kitchen for some refreshment -they must have suckled each other for a good hour before they entered into a deep fucking again, more rough this time, she wanted to have him doing doggie with her, over the kitchen table was favourite, but she whispered she'd need a cushion, and when she found one and placed it between her and the table, the accentuation of her beautifully formed buttocks tempted him to go down quickly, to snuggle his nose between her cheeks again, he just so loved the taste and scent of her , creating an even harder and aching erection to give her all the love and fucking she needed, as much as he needed of her, and she loved the feel of his balls slapping her hind as he fucked her good, deep and strong, the condiments on the table top rolling and falling to the floor, the kitchen clock falling off the wall as if to create the perfect crescendo for that so wonderful morning.



Jenny & Sydney



Jenny spent the afternoon quietly working; the time invested grooming Ian to be her dupe impinged on her day job. Even though her work at the hedge fund was more lucrative, being an analyst was gratifying – identifying investment opportunities was like building a complex jigsaw puzzle – once all the pieces fit together and the picture was revealed, satisfaction permeated through her; it must be what an artist feels after her final brushstroke. The $750,000 annual income wasn't bad either.

At 3 o'clock her intern arrived – Sydney was a smart, hard-working and personable finance major at NYU; she would soon earn six college credits for her work this semester, as long as she received a positive review. It wouldn't be a problem though – she got along well with Jenny; she hoped to win a coveted summer internship. She would do anything for the chance to spend the summer in New York City and working on Wall Street, especially if she had the opportunity to be mentored by Jennifer DeBeaux.

Sydney admired Jenny for her success; many young women on campus admired her – she didn't know it but Jenny had a sorority sister cult following and Sydney was the most vociferous disciple; she didn't miss an opportunity to extol her bosses virtues. And it wasn't just her intellect and success that Sydney revered – she had a crush on Jenny; she was infatuated, but no one would ever know; it was her secret and she didn't plan on sharing it.

At 8 o'clock, after everyone had gone home – even the cleaning lady had come and gone, Jenny and Sydney were still working; refinements to the pro-forma income statements and balance sheets was tedious and time-consuming, but the deadline was approaching and they had no alternative.

"Take a look at this," said Jenny pointing to the computer monitor. Sydney strode across the room, stood behind Jenny, looked over her shoulder and examined the spreadsheet. "The formula must be incorrect."

"Okay, it's not adding the column correctly; I'll fix it," said Sydney. Jenny's perfume lingered in the air; Sydney lingered over Jenny shoulder – she was momentarily frozen like a deer caught in headlights. She unconsciously peered into Jenny's blouse and flushed. She hastily straightened herself and returned to her desk.

Jenny raised her eyebrows and smiled. She watched Sydney's cute little ass wiggle as she skipped across the office – although she was 20 years old, Sydney looked much younger: narrow hips and small breasts, dark short pixie hair, bright blue eyes, and an adorable button nose. She didn't wear a lot of makeup but her lips were always pink. She looked sweet and innocent but Jenny would wager she had a devilish streak – it wasn't the first time she noticed Sydney furtively checking her out.

They were at the point of diminishing returns and needed a break; Sydney went to this snack machine for cokes and candy bars – the sugar rush would see them through. After another hour of work, Jenny found an error and summoned Sydney. "Shouldn't the databases be linked so that we see total sales by category?"

"Yes," said Sydney. She bent over Jenny shoulder and used the computer mouse to point, "No problem, I'll fix the macro." 

Jenny put her hand on Sydney's and moved the mouse to a different part of the page and said, "Please fix this too." With her index finger she innocently stroked Sydney's delicate fingers; her voice was soft and supple – she knew it would rattle her but she enjoyed teasing.

Sydney was flustered but composed and said, "Ms. DeBeaux, I have learned so much from you this semester. This is been the best experience of my life."

"If you call me Ms. DeBeaux one more time," smiled Jenny, "I'm going to spank you."

It wasn't the first time Jenny said this; Sydney always blushed and never countered, but she was overworked and giddy and said demurely, "I wish." 

Jenny pretended she didn't hear Sydney's desire; she resumed reading dense corporate quarterly reports and furiously scribbling notes – as much as she wanted to play, now wasn't the time, at least not now.

After another hour of work, Jenny sighed loudly, threw down her pencil and kicked off her heels; she'd reached her limit and needed distraction. She swiveled in her chair and looked at Sydney and said, "We've accomplished a lot today; it's late – I hope I'm not keeping you from your boyfriend."

Sydney turned and said, "I haven't had a boyfriend in quite a while, actually not since high school."

"Really," said Jenny with raised eyebrows. "I never would have guessed."

"I don't miss the drama of boyfriends; they are so needy, and selfish. I bet it's easier having a girlfriend."

"It can be," smiled Jenny. "Girls know better what other girls want." She seductively twirled a strand of hair.

"Uh-huh." She covered her mouth with her hand to suppress surprise – a nervous giggle escaped.

Jenny stared out the window and continued, "We know what feels good and innately know how to share it." She stretched her leg and curled her toes.

Sydney's eyes widened and she touched her lips as if she were feeling a kiss. She imagined a woman's hands running over her body and being kissed everywhere; she pictured Jenny's body pressed to hers, gently stroking and caressing, not fast and hasty but slow and attentive.

"A woman is soft and supple," continued Jenny. Her eyes expressed desire and she said unflinchingly, "I want you to unbutton your blouse." It was neither a demand nor a command, it was unabashed desire.

Sydney was speechless but willing; she tentatively unbuttoned the top button, and then the next, and the next, until all seven were undone. She bit her lower lip and steadfastly focused on Jenny – her eyes didn't waver; she would do anything Jenny asked.

"Unhook your bra," said Jenny more authoritatively.

Sydney unclasped her lacy front- close bra; it was frilly and pretty but her small tits didn't need support. Her frightened and flat nipples rapidly blossomed into small thorny pink roses.

"Massage them; show me how you like to be touched."

Sydney started slow and with rhythmic movements she rubbed herself – she gently squeezed them and teased her nipples. She licked her fingers and rolled her nipple between her finger and thumb. She'd never done this before – of course she played with herself but she never did it under the command of a beautiful woman, of a beautiful woman that she lusted for, of a beautiful woman who controlled her future, of a beautiful woman she wanted to make love to.

Jenny watched and smiled. She was wet and wanted to touch herself but she would save that pleasure for her little minx, her plaything, her new lesbian slave – Sydney didn't know it yet, but the summer internship was hers. "Move to the couch, by the window and unfasten your pants and pull them to your knees; not a word, just do as I say."

Sydney was powerless to stop; her eyes were wide and starry.

"Play with yourself through your panties, like when you are alone, lonely and horny."

Sydney nodded and touched her slit through her panties and rubbed her clit, slowly and deliberately. She bit the inside of her cheek and rubbed circles. She slightly pushed the silky fabric into her dampness.

"Push aside your panties; are you wet?"

Sydney slid her finger up and down; she was a slick as a rainy day and said, "Yes Ms. DeBeaux, I mean Jenny."

"From now on, during our alone time, you will refer to me as Mistress, unless I say otherwise. Do you understand?" Jenny faked sternness but was helpless to prevent the corners of her mouth from turning into a smile. "Finger yourself with one finger, slowly."

Sydney licked her lips and fingered, just as she was told, and did nothing else. She was a quick learner and understood how the game worked.

"Fondle your clitoris with your other hand, yes like that," said Jenny. "You're doing very well."

Sydney spread wider her legs and seductively rubbed herself with both hands, circling slowly, touching her sensitive areas, clockwise, counterclockwise, one finger in, and then two, playing with herself, watching Jenny, watching herself, using both hands, one finger in while the other rubbed her clit, and then the other finger in while her other hand rubbed slowly. She was completely hypnotized and was close to orgasm.

"Bring yourself to the edge, but don't go over." Jenny's skirt was hiked and she diddled herself through her panties.

"Yes Mistress," said Sydney with strained control.

"Put two fingers inside, in and out, faster, a little faster – your clit, with your other hand play with your clit." Jenny enjoyed having Sydney do exactly as she said – it was as stimulating as touching herself.

Sydney desperately wanted to do as she was told, but it was difficult; she was losing control even though she wanted to be obedient, her body would not listen. The faster she fingered and the harder she rubbed her clit, the less willing her body was to listen. "Mistress, Jenny, please, may I come?" She was as desperate as a thirsty woman at an oasis.

"Yes... Fuck yourself; yes, like that, baby, baby." Jenny watched intently while she caressed her crease and fondled her tits.

Sydney breathed raggedly and she glistened; she watched herself fucking herself, she watched her mistress watching her fuck herself, she couldn't stand it a minute longer and screamed, "Yes, yes, yes." 

She kneaded her tits and pulled her nipples and slowly returned from orgasmic bliss. 

"Come here," said Jenny firmly. Jenny unzipped and stepped out of her skirt; she unbuttoned her silk blouse and removed it. She unhooked her bra and dropped it to the floor – her big tits flopped to the sides – her brassiere was not just an attractive accoutrement like Sydney's was. Her nipples contracted into bite-size nuggets; she massaged handfuls of her soft and pliable flesh.

Sydney knelt between Jenny's legs and used her hands to steady herself – she couldn't remember ever being this vulnerable; it was odd and exciting and she couldn't wait for the next lesson.

Jenny pushed aside her panties and exposed her neatly groomed pussy; she was shiny and slippery – watching Sydney had been incredibly stimulating. She touched her wetness and slathered it around. She cupped Sydney's face and kissed her; she wrapped her hand around her neck and pulled her close; their foreheads and noses touched while they stared into each other's eyes – it was a as intense as a Vulcan mind meld.

Sydney kissed Jenny's neck and shoulders, kissed her fleshy orbs, sucked each nipple like she was candy coated, kissed lower, licked circles around her dangling belly jewelry, moving lower, slowly lower until she was face-to-face and up close for the first time, the first of many trips she would take to her boss's southern region.

Although Sydney had never tasted pussy before, she didn't hesitate. She flicked her tongue, and licked Jenny's clitoris – she moved her head from side to side, up and down, finding the right angle. She licked along the sides of her labia, pushed her tongue into Jenny; she did whatever she thought would please her mistress. And she did it, and she did it; her tongue never fatigued, her desire never waned.

Jenny ran her hands through Sydney's short hair, pulled her closer and steered her when necessary. Her breathing was labored and signaled a culmination; she arched and thrust her hips like undulating waves rolling toward the beach. She rubbed furiously her clit until she came, "Fuck yeah, baby, Sydney." Her heavy breathing subsided and she played with herself until her senses dulled. 

Sydney retraced her steps; she kissed Jenny's belly, tits and nipples, collarbone, shoulders, neck; she nuzzled her ear and kissed her lips – she smiled with satisfaction, "How did I do?"

Jenny put her hands on each of Sydney's cheeks, drew her in and kissed her, tenderly, sensually, lovingly, approvingly, "Wonderfully."

Jenny led Sydney to the couch; she wanted more but didn't want to overwhelm her newbie so she spooned her; they cuddled and kissed and hugged; Sydney would soon understand the depth of Jenny's insatiable desire, but for now she was content and could wait.

"The summer internship is yours," purred Jenny. She cupped her tiny tits and pulled her nipples. She gently kissed Sydney's ear, neck, and collarbone. "We'll accomplish a lot this summer." She massaged her belly and breasts. "It's not going to be all fun and games." She ran her hands up and down Sydney's curled legs. "You'll learn a lot, you'll know more about finance then you ever thought possible." She squeezed her tightly. "You'll learn more about a lot of different things than you ever thought possible." Her lips barely touched her neck. "But you must do exactly as I say." She whispered in her ear, "Without question."

Sydney's heart raced with excitement; she pushed her behind into Jenny and delicately stroked her arms and held her hands; she nodded affirmatively.

"I need you to be at my apartment Saturday evening, at 8 o'clock." Jenny's scheme solidified – she would use her little nymph to further draw Ian into her liar, and under her control. She could forever complicate his life, if necessary. "Come dressed like a slutty college girl – it will be fun, you'll see."