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Jenny Ch. 01

By: delirious39



I have been working for TMG Insurance services for some time, it must be about 5 years or so I reckon. I've gradually climbed the promotional ladder from being a basic admin clerk to running a department.

The Managing Director is Tony or should I say Mr. Clarke as we have to call him. He is a 52 year old balding executive who thinks he's Gods gift to the world and I loath him. I am due to meet with me this afternoon to complete my appraisal. I'm a little nervous as my promotion rests solely on his judgment. I've dressed to kill and I reckon if I flirt with him a little I'll be home and dry. 

After all if the rumors are true it will work a treat as he has a bit of a reputation for being a ladies man.

I must admit I feel very sexy in my black suit with knee length skirt that sets off my reasonably trim Size 14, and because hubby likes me wearing the 'Executive' look it turns him on and excites him; I've slipped my black lace bra over my 36F bust, with G string and stockings and suspenders on especially for him when I get home.

It was about 3p.m. fifteen minutes before my appraisal was due to take place.

My thought patterns were disturbed by my telephone ringing at my desk.

“Hello, Jenny Payne speaking” I blurted out.

“Clarke here” Mr. Clarke retorted in his abrupt Etonian ‘Jaw Cracking’ voice. 

“I need to postpone your appraisal until 6.30 p.m. that is not a problem is it?” 

It was a statement not a question.

Hiding my annoyance of yet another day at getting home after dark. 

“That’s fine Mr. Clarke, 6.30 it is.”

My husband Terry isn’t going to be happy, he’ll no doubt lecture me on my job taking over our marriage. Although probably more annoyed that he has to get his own meal.

I picked up the phone and dialed 214 his extension number Terry works for site security for the TMG complex and so was easy to reach.

“Hi Terry, how’s your day going?” looking to let him down gently.

“Ok” he replied “although I have to work late this evening, Clarke has changed the shift patterns so I’ll be working until 9.” He sounded miffed and tired.

”I’ll be working a little later too my love, I think I should finish around 8” 

He sounded distracted and I could here he had someone trying to get his attention in the background. 

”OK Must go my love see you later” 

“Ok”. I put the phone receiver down and carried on with my work.

The afternoon dragged and the staff levels at work diminished as time went on, until 6ish when it was me and the cleaners, and presumably Mr. Clarke behind his closed office door.

6.30 came and went; I was like a ‘cat on a hot tin roof’ pacing around my office, nervous about the meeting, desperate to make a good impression. 6.45 & 7.00 came and still no sign of my boss. It was a warm evening so I removed my jacket and sat back to drink a mineral water. At 7.15 I heard the lift door open for the office and Mr. Clarke walked in through the desks and appeared to be going to walk past my office. He stopped and stepped back a couple of paces, 

“Miss. Payne” poking his head around the door post. “Squash match went on longer than expected” He was dressed in a white polo shirt and blue jogging bottoms. 

“Bring yourself through to the office”.

I couldn’t make up my mind if I was more annoyed that I had had my appraisal postponed because of a squash match or that he would call me Miss. Payne (I’ve been married 3 years). Unable to reveal my frustration I dutifully followed him to his office. I watched him sink into his leather chair partially hidden by his large mahogany desk as I sat opposite in an equally comfortable leather seat.

“Lets see” as he sat forward in his chair and flicked pages of a file over on his desk, obviously unable to see clearly he reached across his desk and grasped his pair of half glasses. 

“Appraisal, and quite an important one for you young lady.” 

As he peered over his spectacles at me. Was I really young at 28, I suppose compared to his portly aging frame I am young

“Personal Manager...ummhhhhhh” rubbing his chin with his fingers. Yes it was important I wanted the job, status was one incentive, but an extra £15,000 a year was my real incentive.

“Personal Manager” repeating himself. He laid his glasses on the desk and sat back 

“You know there are two of you after this position.”

“I Do”. Anita what’s her name a 32 year old creep. 

“Now both you and Miss Booth” that was her name “have the same working experience and qualifications, I just need to be sure as I will be working very closely with the individual; that whoever is successful in obtaining the position is acceptable.” He continued to pierce me with his eyes.

“I have one concern Miss Payne” he sat forward again, as I shifted slightly on my seat uncrossing and re-crossing my legs. His eyes momentarily diverted to my hands adjusting my skirt. “your married”.

“I am! May I ask what difference that makes?” looking a little flustered.

“The words commitment my dear” he could be so condescending at times 

“Miss Booth has already proved her flexibility and willingness to be compliant to my needs, I feel that being married may hold you back” I was about to speak. 

“Trips abroad, exhibitions, conferences, how will …Terry isn’t it” He looked at me questioningly, I nodded. “Yes Terry”.

“How will he feel about you being away from home, sometimes at short notice, assisting me and entertaining clients?”

I was too slow to answer. 

“Will he be jealous that we are spending time together?” again without time to answer. 

“I Need 100% commitment convince me of that and the job could be yours.”

I sat forward initially unaware that doing so with my hands resting each side of me on the chair that I was pushing my bust forward and revealing more cleavage. The direction of his eyes soon brought this to my attention.

“Terry is fine about my employment and encourages me in my career, he will have no problems at all with you Mr. Clarke, I can promise you that” I paused ”You could call him and ask him he is still at work this evening.” 

He pondered for a moment and then picked up the phone and dialed 214. I didn’t think of it at the time, but afterwards realised he knew Terry’s extension number and that he was working, he’d set us up!

“Terry, Mr. Clarke here” by the pause from Mr. Clarke Terry obviously acknowledged him. 

“Expect you know, appraising your young Miss Payne for promotion.” 

Again Terry must have said something. 

“Yes” he nodded his head at me and with his eyes beckoned me to turn my head. ”Least you can keep an eye on her”. 

My eyes met the two CCTV cameras on the wall one behind and one to the left of me, they were just audible as they zoomed and panned

“What do you think about her possible promotion?” He nodded and grunted in response to whatever Terry was saying. 

“OK Thank You” as he placed the receiver back down.

I shifted again wanting to know what had been said. Tilting my head slightly to one side seeking a response.

“He says as you say that he will be very supportive as he knows how much you want the promotion and how much you need the money”. I was annoyed Terry had mentioned the money, but he was right we were in debt up to our eyeballs and some!

“Miss Booth on several occasions has shown her commitment” 

”I bet she has" I thought.

"the trollop” 

"She realises that the success of the position relies quite heavily on making my job less stressful, by avoiding confrontations, being compliant and helping me to relax.”

He pushed his chair back 5 feet or so from his desk……… and held his right arm out.

“Come around here Miss. Payne” I hesitated. 

He raised an eyebrow and beckoned again with his hand. I stood and straightened my skirt and casually walked to the other side of the desk

“Sit on my knee” as he opened both arms wide.

“Sorry” I blushed as I asked in partial disbelief. 

”On your lap” I croaked.

“Yes my lap” he looked a little annoyed “a simple instruction Miss Payne.”

I sat down on the far edge of his lap with my right arm elbow brushing his chest, I was aware of his body odour my nostrils were met with the fragrance of sweat from his body, now this close I could tell he obviously had not showered after his squash match. His left arm pulled me in closely

“That’s better”. He smiled. “Dial 214 and pass the phone here”.

“That’s Terry’s number”. I retorted.

“Yes it is, and he already knows your on my lap” looking up at the cameras. My eyes followed his as I became aware they were centering in on us. 

“Pass the phone”. I leant forward and as I did his large hands grasped both my hips.

“Two, one, four” I said as I dialed.

Passing the phone to him which he took in his left hand keeping his right arm wrapped around my waist..

“Terry watching are we?” I could here a muffled voice uttering what seemed aggressive words from the other end. “Steady on old boy, you don’t want to harm her chances of promotion do you”. 

My boss nearly laughing at Terry’s response.

“I thought not” I was trying to work out the other half of the conversation. 

“She is only sitting on my knee”. Mr. Clarke smiled at me as his right arm released its grip around my waist and his hand settled on my left knee.

“How far are you committed to her promotion then Terry?” again his response unheard by me as Mr. Clarke’s fingers started to circle and cause my skirt to ride slowly up my left thigh.

“She is a lovely woman” as his left palm stroked my thigh “she has such a firm body and would you believe it she’s wearing……” he paused as looked down as his hand had discovered my stocking top ”stockings and….

”His hand lifting my skirt enough to observe 

“Yes very nice. My favourite. Suspenders!”

I was blushing.. “Mr. Clarke this is…..” I was about to say unfair when I was interrupted by there conversation.

“Does she wear them often?” he grinned at me..”…..I see, yes I think the professional look is very sexy too and it certainly excites me”

turning obviously towards me

“Doesn’t it Miss. Payne?”

I had been trying to ignore the fact that I could feel his erection against my right thigh.

“Well Miss. Payne?”

I nodded 

“So Terry can hear!” 

holding the phone near my mouth. 

“Yes”. I barked abruptly.

“Yes what?” he certainly was persistent. 

“Yes you are excited”

“Lets see shall we”

he pushed the phone into my hand 

“Hold this he ordered” and then with one swift movement stood me up pulled down his jogging pants and jockeys, and sat back down again with manhood exposed.

He certainly was very erect! 

“Well?” he asked “Tell him!” I lifted the receiver to my mouth. “Tell him!”

“He is excited” I wanted to apologies to Terry but my mouth dried up and just as I was about to speak Terry rather quietly asked

“Is it big?”. Men’s preoccupation with size! 

“Big enough” Mr. Clarke’s eyebrows lifted as he started to stroke himself.

“Does it excite you?”,

“Terry what a question...”

he persisted “Does it?”, 

“A little…. Yes it does”. Terry was obviously effected by this situation.

“Miss Payne” he held out his hand for the phone. 

“May I continue?” he asked, a moment of chatter was followed by a smile.

“He suggests I ask you to remove your blouse” I couldn’t believe it.

“He suggests?” I asked. 

“Yes my dear” he paused “I believe he is starting to show signs of commitment, don’t you?”

“I…. “ I was nearly speechless “… suppose so” backing away my progress hindered as my buttocks came in contact with the desk behind me

“Well lets not disappoint shall we.” I stood there looking down at this 52 year old balding, slightly overweight, sweaty, lecherous boss of mine. Who was enjoying every moment of this power trip he was on and was obviously very aroused as he slowly stroking his very hard cock in with his right hand. I was bemused, finding myself standing here knowing my husband was watching me looking at my boss, it was strangely very erotic.

Was I actually going to comply…..Yes I was. You probably think I ‘m mad, but I was feeling very turned on and aroused myself.

“Well?” he barked. “Miss Booth complied” he held out his hand with the phone.” Ask him?”

I hesitated to take the receiver, Had Terry watched him with that Anita slut?

”Terry?” 

“Yes?” his voice sounded a little horse.

“Have you seen Anita Booth recently?” he hesitated. 

“Yes”.

“Where did you see her” I was aware that my spare hand was on my hip.” Was it on the CCTV?........Terry?”. Again he hesitated. 

“Yes it was Jen” He always says Jen when he’s creeping.

“Where was she?”. 

“In the office you are in with Mr. Clarke”. 

“And?” sounding impatient “And Terry?”.

“She and Mr. Clarke were fooling around”

“Fooling around?” I enquired 

“She …….she was sucking him” he was obviously embarrassed to say it as well as admit he’d been watching. I didn’t answer. I simply handed the phone back to my boss avoiding eye contact. And immediately started to unbutton my white blouse slowly revealing my cleavage and black bra, letting it slide from my shoulders to the floor. Then and only then did I look into his eyes.

“Wow” he said with a broad smile his strokes gaining pace. 

I was momentarily struck by the fact that Terry was enjoying this and probably Mr. Clarke was not the only one stroking himself. You are and you are only reading about it, imagine how he felt watching it unfold.

“Now the skirt Miss. Payne” again I complied and let my black skirt slide to the floor.

“She looks wonderful Terry, very nice” as his eyes scanned my semi naked frame watching me step out of my skirt. I could feel his eyes examine my lingerie, looking at the detail of my lacey suspender belt and bra, the delicate aspects of my silk stocking clad calves being enhanced by my high heel shoes and that very skimpy G-String.

“Hold the phone” I took it from his outstretched hand “And step nearer” I held the phone to my ear as I stepped gingerly forward. His hands gently resting on my hips he pulled me slowly towards himself. Opening his legs he guided me to sit down on his left leg my right shoulder aware of his chin resting on it as his left arm rested across my shoulders.

Whispering in my ear “Terry is enjoying this as much as I am, you do know that don’t you?”.

“Yes” I replied hesitantly knowing he was right trying to avoid picturing Terry masturbating in his CCTV control room. His right hand then settled on my right legs inner thigh 

“lovely” he sighed. I could now here Terry’s breathing starting to speed up and was aware that he was also sighing with pleasure.

I slightly gasped as Mr. Clarke’s hand started to move slowly up my thigh, the movement catching me out , the sensation was amazing as he reached bare flesh I let out an audible gasp as his fingers fiddled and probed past my stocking tops. He just smiled.


Then with no warning his fingers moved my G-string crotch to one side and started to brush and caress my lips.

“Ohhhhhh” as I arched my back a little. “You like that Miss. Payne?”

“Yes” as I bite my lower lip. “Well tell Terry then…tell him” he insisted “go on tell him”.

I cleared my throat as his fingers continued to advance into my now very moist cavity.

”Terry” I must have sounded breathless “yes Jen” he was sounding very excited. “what Jen”

“I’m being fingered” I paused “ and it’s…..” He pushed his fingers deeper still; his left hand now moving from my shoulder to the small of my back, his fingers just touching the crack of my bottom ”..ohhhhhhh soooo good my darling, oh I love you terry and this is sssooooooo Gooooooddddddd!”.

I was completely in Mr. Clarke’s control and he knew it. Clamped between his two hands unable to move or gyrate myself unless he permitted it. 

“Lovely my dear” smiling an viewing my entire body, soaking up what he saw before him “Just lovely”.

“ummhh” I was unable to speak “ohhhh” I moaned .

“Now Miss. Payne” his thumb moved to my Clitirous “How is that?”

The sensation ripped through my whole body, I felt like a rag doll as he very gently caressed me 

“Well?”

“I... I…” finding it hard to talk. 

“What did you say?” smiling at me “You want me to stop?” He started to withdraw his hand.

“NO!” I blurted out as with my spare right hand I held his wrist firmly preventing him from moving away from me. 

“No Please don’t stop”. His fingers and thumb returned to there job in hand. 

“So you like me fingering your lips and Clitirous do you?” as he asked he let his tongue run up and down my right cheek. “Well?”

“Yes……..I love it sir.” 

“Tell Terry then”.

“Terry my love are you there?” after a short pause 

“Yes Jen I’m with you”

“Terry can you see what is happening?”

“Yes I can see everything”

“I love what he is doing to me Terry. Are you sure your ok with this?” afraid he would say he wanted me to stop. Mr. Clarke continued to let his fingers delve deep into my haven and to tease me, and he was also nibbling my right shoulder and upper arm allowing my bra strap to roll slightly down my upper arm. 

“Jen I love you and I am finding this so erotic” he was slightly breathless.

“Put the handset down and hit the speaker phone button Miss Payne” Clarke instructed.

I could just about reach the desk and did so.

“Terry” Mr. Clarke spoke “ I want you to tell Miss Payne what you are doing, while I continue to finger her ever moistening vagina” Mr. Clarke seemed to want to maintain his dignity and not use any crude words.

Each stroke of his fingers and thumb seemed to heighten my sensitivity, as I started to moan quite loudly. 

“Come on Terry do tell, don’t be shy” he prompted him.

“I’m masturbating” he spoke sheepishly. 

”You’ll have to speak up so I can here your voice above Miss Payne’s sounds of pleasure”.

“I’m stroking my very hard erect cock” he repeated more loudly “I’m stroking my very hard erect cock”.

“Good Terry you just carry on” 

He whispered into my ear “See he loves watching and hearing you being pleasured by me, now isn’t that good?”

“Yes……yes” I replied between the moans of absolute ecstasy. ”Please don’t stop sir.” 

I felt a rush of energy start to pass through my body from my head to my toes, an orgasm is so hard to describe as each time they seem so different. I was on the edge of that abyss about to tumble over the side, with each movement of his hand I was lost. 


My eyes closed, my head rolling from side to side. My Lower body clamped between his hands.

“Yes,……Yes……Yes” I started to moan louder my hands running through my hair, my back arching. He had me.

“Ummhhhh…now doesn’t that sound good Terry” this lecherous, sweaty and somewhat ugly old man had me under his complete control. I was his , he knew it and he was savoring every moment.

“Yes” I heard a muffled reply from Terry. 

“She certainly is gorgeous isn’t she Terry when she is on the verge of climax” and with that he withdrew his hand from my swollen lips.

“No…please no” I protested “I’m……..I’m so close please don’t stop” my hand naturally slide down my stomach heading for my clitirous that was crying out for attention and needed to be stroked.

He grabbed my wrist. “No Miss Payne. No you don’t” 

I felt so disappointed and frustrated and this obviously was evident from my facial expressions.

“Now we just need to be patient my dear” my hands released from his grasp rested on my knees. 

He lowered his gaze looking down towards my heaving breasts. 

“Now they look” lost momentarily in thought as he anticipated what was to come. 

”Desirable. I want to taste them and see them. I want to nibble those gorgeous nipples I can see protruding through your lacey bra” he turned his head slightly towards the phone as the anticipation of him caressing my bare chest started cause me to tingle. 


Jenny Ch. 01



This story incorporates a 'Story Idea' by Jackolover: Accidental incest by Jackolover.

However it also has lesbian and group sex in as well, including an orgy.

It started out as a normal story and should have been about twenty pages long but I'm afraid it just kept growing. It ended up 53 pages so I have had to split it in two. There is also a lot of scope for a sequel which I may do in the near future.

Chapter 01: Jenny's Input.

Monday

'At last.' Jenny thought as she looked at the imposing building before her. After three month's of planning, the building was ready for her and her team to install the new computer network. It had been three month's of programming and testing and then reprogramming and retesting to get things ready, but it wouldn't be truly finished until it was fully installed and operational. They had a week before anyone else moved into the building, a week to get everything running smoothly.

Jenny looked at her team, including her baby brother there were seven men, well boys really. JJ was the youngest at eighteen and Ben was the oldest at twenty-three, which to Jenny at thirty-eight made them boys. They had worked hard to get this far and now they had to spend a whole week together in this building, working eating and sleeping together until the job was done. It was going to be a hard slog. One hundred and seventy five computers all networked and running smoothly by the time the building officially opened in a week's time.

Jenny looked good for her years, a little bit extra on her waist maybe but her body was quite firm from her gym work and until a year ago her dance classes, at least her boob's didn't sag or her bum come to that, over all she felt good about herself. Almost everyone in IT was a kid these days but Jenny could usually hold her own, mind you being the only woman locked up with seven guys for a whole week was going to be a bit of an experience. 

As a boss, she was a hard taskmaster, and even though her team were on short term contracts, she had driven them relentlessly. She knew what they thought of her, the fridge queen, the tranny and all the other names they called her, but when thing's were going well they also had some good thing's to say and even had a laugh at times

She hadn't made a conscious decision to be a career woman, it was really down to a stubborn streak she had about being as good as any man. Her commitment to her career however, had made normal life a bit difficult at times. It had taken Jenny eight years to get the post as head of the IT department, eight years of hard, unstinting work. She had put all thoughts of a personal life on hold losing many a boyfriend because of the hours she worked. There hadn't been any man that had meant a great deal to her in that time, she missed the company but even her sex life had always seemed to be missing something. She wasn't a prude and had tried different things in bed but it just didn't light her fire so she threw her life into her work. When this operation came up she totally ignored her boyfriend and it was a week before she realised he was gone.

The building was indeed, imposing. Built into the side of a hill it had ten floors and a parking area at ground level. Jenny's team would set up the network in the basement, which was below the car park and dug into the hillside. The basement only had one 'wall', which was all glass and showed magnificent views of the surrounding countryside. It was the only room to have a full-length balcony, which hung out of the hill and hung forty feet in the air. The other three walls were either brick, or stone carved out of the hill. The space looked all open plan but in fact, it had a whole series of offices along the back wall, divided by one-way glass wall's, to give that open plan feeling. To the left was a large kitchen and to the right were the toilets and a large bathroom. The whole of the central space was what Jenny called her brainstorming area, covered in soft furnishing's it would become the main relaxation area. It had a couple of old settees, a long table with chairs and a couple of rugs on the floor, just to try to make there stay a little more comfortable

Her whole crew had gathered in the car park, "Ok guys." Jenny said, "listen up." she waited till they had all gathered together, "All that over there is food and supplies for our stay including the beer which is not be opened until we have our finishing party next Sunday, Tommy your on kitchen duties so I will leave you to sort thing's out as you please. The next week is not going to be a picnic but we have put furniture and stuff upstairs so we should be able to make ourselves comfortable. The blows up beds are in one of the lorries so when you find them send them up here. Tommy will get lunch ready, but in the meantime I want those lorries unloaded, John and Jake have been here for a week already so will show you where to go, let's get to it."

As she watched them leave Tommy came up to her and said, "So what's for lunch then Sis."

Jenny looked at him, at nineteen he was the youngest of the group, and her baby brother, a little slow but an excellent cook. Like all the others, he had been hired specifically for this job, not that his culinary expertise would be pushed too far with this lot. "I think maybe you should ask them Tommy, they're the one's doing all the heavy work, as for me I'll eat anything."

"Ok Sis" Tommy said, and then added, "Are you ok? You seem a bit down."

Jenny gave him a smile, "No I'm fine Tommy, really," she said, "just a lot of pressure right now, go on sort out your domain, they will be starving by lunchtime."

Tommy smiled and with a trolley load of supplies went down to his kitchen. Jenny had two other brothers' younger than her but older than Tommy's and a lot more intelligent. Jenny remembered the shock on her mother's face when she realised she was pregnant at forty, it almost destroyed the family. Jenny never did know why her father took it so hard, or why he found it so difficult to relate to Tommy in the same way as the other boy's, she always put it down to her father losing the freedom he so loved. However, she had always been close to Tommy, somewhat maternal really.

Jenny went to her office and sorted out her file's, pinning plans on the wall and getting herself ready for her own task's. She knew that it wasn't going to be easy, and had decided to drive the crew as much as possible from the start, the more they got done in the early day's the more time they would have to fix any unexpected problems.

Once she had sorted out her office, she took the lift and went upstairs to see how the unloading was going. Walking into the car park she felt the wind rushing through, the sweet smell of the countryside warming to the summer sun, she took a deep breath, she just loved it here, away from the city smog and the rush and tear of hundred's of people, yet still within reach of a big town if it was needed.

"How we doing Ben?" Jenny asked.

"A bit slow, but we're getting there." he replied.

Ben was the oldest of the crew and team leader, brilliant with computers, but he wasn't very good at organisation. All six of the guys were loading stuff into one of the two lifts, then going up, and distributing it around the offices. As the PC's could go anywhere it didn't matter what order they went up in but at this rate it would take all week just to unload the lorries.

"Well it's a bit of a bloody mess isn't" Jenny said, "You're gonna have to be better organised than this Ben" 

Ben didn't hide his annoyance, "What do you mean a bloody mess, this stuff is fucking heavy."

Ignoring him Jenny said, "Ben, you and Fred go to the top floor with this lot and unload it, don't move it around just unload. You're supposed to be using the walkie-talkies to keep in touch, so have a count how many you need and leave that many on that floor then move down to the next one. Go!"

Ben glared at her and Jenny glared right back, finally he called Fred and they went off in the lift.

Breathing a sigh of relief she turned round and said, "John, you and Jake are the strongest so you can unload the lorries, put everything on the loading bay and leave the moving to these two. Charlie and JJ you two move the stuff into the lift's, as soon as one comes down send the other one up, Ben will let you know when he changes floor's, come on let's get organised or we will never get finished."

They all moved to their new positions and once things looked like they were moving Jenny went back to her office. A couple of hours later Tommy called, "Five minute's till lunch."

Jenny got on her walkie-talkie and let the others know and five minute's later they all arrived for lunch. When they had discussed how they were going to work this massive job they all knew that they would be working at least 12 hour's a day to begin with, so they worked from 8 till 8, lunch was at two and dinner would be at nine in the evening, giving them all time to get washed up.

As they started lunch Jenny said, "So how are we doing with the lorries?"

Ben smiled at her and said, "Yeah ok, the first lorry is nearly empty and I reckon we'll have both trailers finished by the end of the day."

Jenny was glad to see the smile at least he wasn't holding a grudge. The mood was good and, as ever with this crew, a lot of laughing and joking went on amongst the guys. Jenny sometimes got the feeling that a lot of it was pointed at her, but she let it go over her head, they all got on well despite the age gap and Jenny gave them some leeway because of there age.

The day went pretty much as planned and by nine thirty, they were all sitting down having dinner. "How about a beer then Jenny" Jake said.

"No!" Jenny said with a smile, "That's for the finish party."

"Oh, go on." Ben said, "We've done well today and it's bloody hot in here, just one"

"Oh! Alright" Jenny relented, "But just one or we'll run out before the party."

Tommy got up and ripped open a crate, handing a can to each of them. "Not for me Tommy. " Jenny said, "I can't drink beer it goes straight to my head." Not strictly true, it didn't make her drunk it just seemed to have an adverse effect on her self-control so she stayed away from it. 

Tommy gave a knowing smile but said nothing. While he had been waiting for the meal to cook Tommy had blown up all the airbeds and laid them around the room. Jenny, being the only woman had hers in a vacant office, a glass walled office, still it was a privacy of sort's and she thought that she should keep a degree of separation from them, give them some space so to speak.

After dinner Jenny went out onto the balcony and enjoyed the clean evening air, some of the others dragged chairs out and joined her. They chatted about nothing in particular until gone midnight then Jenny said, "Well I've had enough, I'm going to bed." she changed into her shorts and tee shirt in the bathroom and then went to her room. She had to smile as she walked back. Jenny always slept in the nude and had to go out and buy these clothes especially for this job, to try to keep a sense of decency she thought, but what would they say if they knew.

Tuesday went well; all PC's were in place but needed to be unpacked and connected. By the end of the day Jenny calculated that they were a day ahead of schedule, so at dinner, as a way of thanking them she let them have two beers with there meal. The mood was getting more and more jovial as the job went on, the conversations more and more about each other than general chitchat. Guys out doing guys Jenny thought and stayed out of it.

Wednesday morning Jenny called Ben to her office, "Morning Ben I've been thinking about how to best plan the connecting, the server is set to go so how about you start on level three with Charlie, JJ and Fred and I will start on level nine with John and Jake."

Ben thought for a minute and then said, "Well JJ isn't much on computers but he could unpack while we do the connections, yes it should work well, do you want to tell them?

"No you do it, tell John to call me if they have any problems I have some stuff to do here first." He smiled, pleased that he had been given some sort of responsibility at last, however small.

By the end of the day thing's were going so well Jenny told Tommy to see if he could order pizza in as a treat. When the pizza arrived, Tommy fell in love. Under the motorbike helmet was a young woman with deep dark eyes, she smiled at Tommy and he was totally besotted. 

John went over and gave her a hug, "Hi babe, everyone, this is Paula we met her a few times last week while we were her, fastest pizza girl in the west." he laughed

At dinner, she was all Tommy could talk about, but no one would listen. Once again, the beers were handed round and once again, Jenny declined. 

Tommy rushed into the kitchen and when he returned he put a bottle of vodka in front of her, "I asked the pizza guy on the phone if he could get this as well." Tommy said, a little sheepishly, "So you could join in."

Jenny looked a little shocked but she smiled and said, "And a mixer I take it, bitter lemon or something?"

"Oh!" Tommy said a little flustered "I didn't think of that, I've got some orange in the cupboard will that do?"

"Never mind," Jenny said, with a laugh, "This will do nicely."

By the end of the meal, she had drunk two glasses and felt quite relaxed for the first time in ages joining in with the general chitchat. She joined the others on the balcony and drew in the fresh warm country air.

As the days had passed the weather had been getting hotter and hotter, the guy's were now working in short's and t shirt and because it was so hot under the glass they didn't bother with the t shirts in the evening. Ever since Eddie had left, Jenny had been alone. Whether it was the drink or hormone's she couldn't say but she imagined she saw the odd bulge here and there, this in turn made her drink a little more.

"So come on then Jenny." Ben said, "Why don't you drink beer, it's not because you don't like it is it?"

"Ahh" Jenny said, "That would be telling."

"Tommy?" Jake said questioningly.

"Don't you dare" Jenny said, looking at Tommy, "Let's just say we don't mix very well."

"So you can't hold your beer then?" Jake said, "Like some women and wine."

John had joined them now "What do you mean? Women and wine"

Jake laughed, "Well some women get a little carried away when they drink wine" he said, "Jenny doe's the same with beer."

"I never said that" Jenny shouted

"True though" Tommy said with a laugh.

"Oh yes!" Ben laughed, "So what did you do last time you had a beer then, do tell"

Tommy had done his fair share of drinking the same as the rest, "She...." Tommy started.

"Tommy!" Jenny cried, "Don't you dare"

Jake moved over to Tommy and put his arm over his shoulder leading him away from the other's, Jenny went to get up but Ben pushed her back into her seat, "Tommy don't." she shouted, "Ben get off me." She had tried to get up again but found herself bounced back into her chair, which started her laughing.

"Got it." Jake shouted, "She stood on a table and done a strip."

"Tommeeee!" Jenny cried.

"What!" JJ said "Our Jenny? Doing a strip, our prim and proper Jenny. Neveeeer" and then started singing the stripper tune and walking around Jenny's chair.

Although she was highly embarrassed, anger made her obstinate and defensive, "Well!" she said, "I'm not the first you know, I do have a life away from work."

Ben stood in front of her and started swaying his hip's in time to the tune; Jenny looked away so Ben slipped his thumbs into the shorts and pretended to pull them down.

Jenny nearly choked on her drink, and dived out of the chair, brushing past him, trying to getting away from his bulge, but she ran straight into Jake and John, now she was squashed between the three of them and she could feel a bulge pressing into her back and another into her stomach, a little too low for comfort.

"Ok!" she said quietly, "Jake let me pass, Ben please, let me through. Now!"

She could feel herself shaking, but wasn't too sure why, she was safe, wasn't she? She felt a hand on her hip and Ben said, "No problem Jen, Jake let our very own dance artiste through."

Jake moved aside with a big grin on his face and Jenny walked to her office, all the time trying to appear calm. She sat behind her desk and realised that her pussy was wet, 'God!" she thought, 'has it been that long?'

"Thought you might need this." Ben said, handing her a large glass of vodka.

"Yes, thank you" she said, "And I'm sorry if I got a little....well you know....serious ok."

"That's alright Jen, just having a laugh didn't mean to upset you." Ben said quietly.

Once Ben had joined the others the laughter seemed to get even more raucous, which made Jenny, ponder her reactions. She had to accept that being trapped by three young guys was 'nice' but why panic, or was it the bulge's, no lets be honest, was it the erections rubbing against her that made her panic. Did it turn her on? Yes it did. However, it was just fun and that's how she had to treat it, nothing was going to happen they were much too young and she was the boss after all. 

Now all she had to worry about was had her over reaction given them something to think about, did they think they had one over on her and would they try it again. Alternatively, were they chatting about something entirely different, there was only one way to find out.

She downed half the glass of vodka, took a deep breath and walked passed them onto the balcony. Fred was chatting to Charlie and JJ. As Jenny appeared he turned, "Do you follow football then Jen?" he asked.

There it was again 'Jen' not 'Jenny' so they had been talking about her. "No not really a bit too tribal for me." she replied sharply.

Charlie smiled, "So what turn's you on Jen, other than a computer that is."

She instantly got the innuendo but ignored it, "Oh, I like reading travelling, walking in the countryside." she said, "I just love it out here, this area I mean, it's lovely, so peaceful"

"So what do you like to read Jen?" John said from the doorway, "Romance?"

Again the innuendo was unmistakable and this time she decided not to ignore it, "Only if it's hot love" she said angrily, and then realised she may have gone too far, but it was too late.

"So you like a bit of hot love eh," Fred said in that tell me more tone.

"In a book yes it can add to the story I think," she said trying to keep the discussion serious and failing miserably.

"Well I don't have a problem with hot love." JJ said, staring Jenny in the face "How about you John?" 

"No not me," John said with a smile, "The hotter the better."

Jenny felt herself flush, "You men are all the same." she said, trying to diffuse things "You only have one thing on your minds when it comes to women." The minute she said it she regretted it, the old 'you men' routine was a woman's last resort when arguing with men.

"It wasn't me that mentioned hot love was it Fred?" Charlie laughed.

"No!" Fred said, "In fact I think it was you wasn't it Jen?"

"I was....Oh I give up." Jenny said and went back in, followed by howls of laughter. Even though she was angry and frustrated with her own stupidity she couldn't help smiling and knew that this was only the beginning, but what the hell; it was all in good humour.

She had a couple more drinks and feeling decidedly heady went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. As she came out all the guys had formed a corridor and the minute she appeared, they started singing the stripper song and giving a slow handclap.

Jenny went bright red but was determined not to allow them to get the better of her; "I only sleep naked at home boys" she said and then with her sexiest walk went to her makeshift room to wails of disappointment.




Jenny Ch. 01



As she lay in her bed waiting for sleep to come, she went over the evening. She had to admit that she had enjoyed the banter and the attention. She couldn't deny, being trapped between three young men the way she had been was a real turn on, if only they weren't so young. With that thought, and a smile on her face she drifted off to sleep.

Thursday Jenny got up feeling good, and not just because work was going well. She had breakfast with the others and was a little disappointed that the attention of the night before was missing. The guys had there food and then went off to work. After doing some paperwork, she was called up to the executive suite where John and Jake were fitting the multimedia system.

The executive suite was a plush furnished apartment. Double bedroom, large bathroom and the main lounge/ office area. It covered half of the entire top floor and was supposed to be for visiting directors from the home or other companies.

The main lounge had an oak desk across one corner so that it didn't detract from the relaxation area, which had two large leather settees, a large TV and a multimedia sound system as well as other lesser items. The view was breathtaking and on a clear day, you could see for miles. As Jenny opened the door, she saw John and Jake standing by the desk

"We got it all fitted." John said, "But it won't switch on for some reason."

Jenny laughed and went to the keyboard. "That's because you're locked out" she laughed, as the huge screen flickered into life "Executive password only."

Her laughter stopped the minute she saw naked bodies on the screen obviously having sex. Now it was John and Jake's turn to laugh, they had set the satellite box to a porn channel deliberately to catch Jenny out and it had worked. She stood there with her mouth open and then suddenly became flustered when she realised they were watching her.

Sometimes Jenny's obstinate desire to be one of the lads got her into a lot of trouble, this was one of those times. "I prefer doggy myself." she said.

"Well I have to admit," John said, "I would love to see your tit's swinging doggy style."

"Wha...." Jenny was stunned into silence.

"Yeah me too," Jake said continuing the subject, "I bet they look great without a bra, do you always wear a bra Jen."

"No....Yes ...no" Jenny stammered, "None of your business." she finished and turned the screen off, bright red and totally flustered.

"So you don't wear one all the time then, why you got one on then Jen?" John asked pointedly.

Jenny took a deep breath, but her obstinate mood was still with her, she wouldn't give in, and she wouldn't back down from the conversation. "I don't always wear a bra; I have one on now, this week because I am working." 

"So you always wear one at work then." John continued, "Or maybe it's because you're with a group of men. Maybe you think your boobs are not good enough to go without a bra in our company."

John hit a nerve, one thing Jenny was proud of was her body, at her age, she believed she had a great body. "I will let you know that I have a great pair of boobs" she said angrily, "and I rarely ever wear a bra, and the fact that I am working with you lot makes no difference at all."

"So why have you got one on then." Jake said, "Embarrassed!"

"Certainly not...." Jenny suddenly realised what had happened. "I....I.... Didn't want to distra...."

"Come and get it." Tommy's voice called over the radio.

"Great!" John said "Time for tea. "And walked over to the door, he and Jake held the double doors open for Jenny to walk through. 

She knew they were watching her as she walked ahead and felt quite embarrassed, knowing what they were thinking. 'Why had she been so bloody stupid?' She thought, 'thank god for tea break.'

They travelled down in the lift, as they descended Jenny could feel an underlying tension but none of them said anything. As the doors opened Jenny stepped out closely followed by Jake and John, they stayed behind her all the way to the table where Tommy had laid everything out. They each took what they wanted and then all sat down on the settee, Jenny in between Jake and John who it seemed wanted stay very very close to her.

As the others arrived and sat down Jenny started to feel a little uncomfortable, she didn't know why but she had a strange feeling, John was being too quiet.

"Is that right Tommy?" Jake said suddenly, "Your Jen doesn't wear a bra?"

The look on Tommy's face made everyone laugh but it was Fred who was the first to speak, "Is that right then Jen?"

Before she could say anything Jake replied, "Yeah she told us when we were upstairs, said she was too embarrassed to go without with us lot around."

"I said no such thing" Jenny interjected.

"So your not too embarrassed then?" John said.

"No...." she started.

"Oh well!" JJ said, "Don't wear it then."

All went silent, waiting for Jenny to say something. She waited until she felt forced to reply. "And what would you lot do if I didn't wear it, ogle like all men do."

"Well as your used to it you wouldn't expect anything else would you?"

"No but...." She was lost. Unless she flatly refused, they wouldn't let it go and if she did refuse, they would make the most of it for the remainder of the week.

"Your not comfortable in it if you don't normally wear it, are you?" Fred said casually.

"No but....." Jenny conceded, "But I know you lot, now you know, if I stop wearing it you'll deliberately make me feel uncomfortable."

"You're already uncomfortable." Ben said, "Might as well take it off now that we all know."

Charlie, who had said nothing throughout the conversation added, "He has a point you know." and stood up to leave followed by Ben and the others.

Suddenly she was alone with Tommy who had a huge smile on his face, "Wasn't me this time sis." he said

"No I know Tommy." Jenny sighed, "Just me and my big mouth. What do you think I should do then?"

"Well it doesn't really matter doe's it, they will be looking whether you wear it or not." he said, "Maybe you should just call their bluff and brazen it out, it wont be any worse than leaving it on, after all they wont be the first to look at them will they? "

"Tommeee" Jenny said, a little embarrassed "We'll see, now back to work."

Jenny knew she couldn't stay away from them all for the rest of the day so decided to ignore their remarks and get on with her job. She made her way back up to the exec suite and with a deep breath walked in, expecting John or Jake to make some lewd comment, but she was greeted by a glance and no more.

"Are we set to test it then?" she asked nonchalantly

"Well we know the TV is working, "John said all business like, so it's just the hi-fi and the PC network to test."

Jenny went to the keyboard and typed in her password, after a couple of minute's she said, "Pc is working fine, check the Hi-Fi will you Jake?"

Jake grabbed the remote and pushed a button and the sound system sprung into life, he pushed a few more buttons to check different parts of the system and then said, "All working fine Jen, all ready for the party on Saturday."

"I hadn't thought of that," Jenny said, "We would have to leave it clean though."

"No problem." John said, "The cleaning crew are coming in first thing Monday, I'll have a word and get them to give it the once over."

"Good!" Jenny said with a smile, "So what's next?"

"Well," Jake said, "We have the rest of this floor to network and then it will be ready for testing so if you come up about 5pm it should be ready for you."

"Ok I'll see you at five." Jenny said and left. She was relieved that they had not taken the opportunity to tease her, but she knew they would and so would the others. She had to decide how she felt and what she was going to do.

It wasn't really a hard decision for her to make. She hated wearing a bra anyway, and in the chaffing heat they had been working in, it was even more uncomfortable than normal. Then of course she did enjoy being looked at, and maybe she would find out if her opinion of her body was somewhere near the truth, or just her bloated ego. The only remaining question was when to lose it.

She joined them all at lunch and then again at afternoon break, she couldn't help feeling they kept looking at her but she didn't actually catch anyone looking at her boobs, maybe she was just imagining things. At five, she went up to John and Jake's floor.

"Two more to connect but you can make a start." John said, "That is first in line so go from there ok" he pointed to the desk outside the exec suite.

The machines were fired up and ready. Jenny sat down and punched a few key's checking the software loaded ok and then moved onto the next one. 

Once John and Jake had finished they each sat at a desk and started to send each other messages to check the connections. It took nearly two hours but all seemed to be ok.

"Ok guys." Jenny said, "Well done, call it a night I want to check with the others and see how they are doing see you at dinner."

"Ok Jen" John said. Jake just smiled and winked at her, which made her go red for some stupid reason.

This time, she let them go down in the lift alone taking the other lift a few seconds later. She spent the next hour checking the other floors. She was satisfied that they would be ready for network checking tomorrow so went down and got ready for dinner. 

She wore a skirt, modest, a loose fitting white top and a full compliment of underwear. She was the last to sit down and knew immediately that they were checking to see if she had a bra on, she gave them no hint either way, not that it was hard to spot of course. The beers were brought out and so was her vodka, which she drank steadily throughout the meal. The conversation was of the normal things but everyone could feel the tension, waiting for someone to say something. 

They had got into the habit of finishing the meal and then having coffee at the table before breaking up into there little groups to do there own thing. As soon as coffee was served, John made his first comment.

"So still need the support then eh Jen" he said, at which there was a rumble of laughter from the others, "decided not to burn it then."

Jenny smiled at him, and then reached back and undid the bra, she pulled the straps down her arms and reached under her top pulling the bra free, she rolled it up in a ball and threw it at John to a loud burst of applause from the others. "You burn it John if it bothers you so much, go on." She was shaking all over but as calmly as she could she picked up her coffee and took a sip.

Ben threw John a lighter, "Better do it outside or the alarm will go off." he said with a laugh.

John had a stubborn look on his face as he stood up, half waiting for Jenny to stop him he made his way to the balcony and held the bra over the lighter; with a final look at Jenny, he set the bra alight and held it until his fingers felt the heat. All the time the others were applauding him, with sly glances at Jenny to see how much they could see of her tits. Which was exactly why she had worn the loose top, to cover her very erect nipples, there was nothing she could do to stop her wet pussy. She stood up and walked out onto the balcony stepping over the dying embers of her underwear.

The chill air on her body made her nipples ache even more, they seemed to cry out 'Free at last'. For some reason they had all followed her outside, maybe they thought she was going to take something else off. "Ok guys that's it, no strip tonight so go and do your own thing."

Some laughed some moaned but they all went their own way while Jen settled into a chair and wondered why she had really done it. However, it was too late for regrets, she did have another bra but she knew she wouldn't wear it, not now.

It was about 11pm when Tommy entered the room with the pizza girl, "Hope you don't mind Jen I invited Paula to join us once she finished work."

Paula was in her early twenties, mousy hair with a slim, some would say fit looking body, she seemed pleasant enough.

"No that's alright." she said, "Mind yourself Paula this lot can be a handful after a few beers.

"I found that out last week but I think I can manage ok, I'll shout if they get out of hand." she said.

It didn't take Jenny long to realise that it wasn't Tommy that Paula was interested in. In fact, it looked like she was interested in everyone except Tommy. She certainly got around all the others before she had to leave. John and Jake seemed a little too comfortable with her, but they all seemed to enjoy the fresh company so no harm was done, Tommy just kept looking at her all the time with gooey eyes totally oblivious to the fact that she wasn't with him all evening.

It had been a long tiring day so once Paula had left Jenny went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. She opened the door to leave and the stripper chant started up. Suddenly she realised that her t-shirt was tight fitting, her nipples would be on full view, which only made them stand up even more. It was too late to turn back so she walked slowly out into the room.

"You were right Jen." Jake said.

Confused at the comment Jenny stopped, "What do mean?" she said

"Great pair of tits," Jake answered, blatantly ogling her erect nipples, "Just like you said, nice and firm."

Reflexively Jenny folded her arms which only made her tits lift up, she gave up, dropping her arms she carried on to her room. With a final show of bravado, she lifted the back of her top, wiggled her bum and closed the door.

Jenny couldn't believe how much she was turned on Every time she thought of Jake looking at her she got a twinge in her pussy. The thought of the other guys thinking the same and looking at her like that made her twinge even more. By the time she slid into her sleeping bag her bud was throbbing for attention and no matter how much she tried to ignore it she couldn't get to sleep.

An hour or so later she quietly got out of bed and went into the other room. She looked around making sure they were all asleep before going to the table and picking up the remainder of her vodka. Quietly she left the room and made her way up to the exec suite. As soon as she reached the lift she put the bottle to her lips and took a long drink

Jenny had never ever been this turned on and couldn't understand why she felt this way. She had never been in to group sex or anything like that and it wasn't even as though she could say she fancied John or Ben or any particular one of the boys, and she had to keep reminding herself they were only boys. Yet she was just so turned on by the attention, not flattered but really turned on.

As she entered the exec suite, she put the bottle to her lips and drained it. She knew they were only teasing her but why did she seem to take it so seriously, or at least why did her body respond so strongly. She stood at the huge window and looked out at the world, "God I need a good fuck" she mumbled.

"Mind if I join you?"

Jenny let out a screech and turned sharply to see John coming into the room, "Christ you made me jump, how long have you been there?" What she meant was did you hear what I just said.

"Sorry," John said, "Only a second, I heard you leave and got a bit worried. I can't sleep in this heat anyway so I thought I better make sure you were ok."

"Yes I'm fine, just uncomfortably hot that's all." she lied.

"Well I don have any vodka I'm afraid," he said, "Just an ice cold beer if you want some." he waved a six pack in the air

"Oh I don't know," she said, "me and beer don't mix very well."

"Well it's freezing cold and I'm sure a little sip won't hurt."

Drinking the remainder of her vodka left her with nothing to drink so she reluctantly agreed. John went over to the drinks cabinet and poured the beer into a glass. He handed it to her with a smile.

"What!" she said, drinking from the glass.

"I was just thinking about Jake and what he said, you seemed to handle it very well."

"Don't you believe it." Jenny said with a smile, "I was shaking like a leaf."

John was standing close to her and couldn't keep his eye's off her tits, he was hoping that the beer would have its effect because he intended shagging her before he went to bed, he was having great difficulty hiding his erection, soon he wouldn't even try. "Cheers." he said raising his glass, Jenny raised hers and drank deep. "He was right though."

"What do you mean?" she said feeling a little shaky and taking another gulp of her beer.

"You do have a wonderful pair of tits." he shaped his hands and waved them, "Nicely rounded with nice firm nipples that stand out." looking into her face he took her glass and opened another can.

Jenny wasn't sure if she was embarrassed or proud of his comment, she certainly went red. As his hands moved in the air, she thought he was going to touch her and was surprised at her disappointment when he didn't.

"Well....er....thank you John."

He handed her the refill, which she immediately put to her mouth. He pointed to a padded footstool about three feet square and said, "That reminds me of our earlier conversation."

"What? The stool." she said confused, "Why?"

John took a mouthful of beer and said, "Cos when I see it I imagine you in doggy position over it, tied to the feet blindfolded with this ramming into you." he thrust his hips forward making his erection obvious.

She nearly dropped her glass, her legs turned to jelly and she couldn't take her eyes of off his throbbing cock, straining to be free of his shorts.

"Oh fuck!" she said and turning to the window emptied her glass.

John moved up behind her, pushing his erection against her arse roughly. "Well you said you needed a fuck didn't you." he said.

'So he had heard. ' she thought. Her hands went to the sill to steady herself as he grabbed her tits. "No John don't." she said but made no move to stop him. 

His hands started a downward journey and as they reached her mons, she turned away, "Please John, we can't do this."

"Why not, you did say you needed a good fuck." he said quietly as he moved up behind her, "And I meant what I said about the stool, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind all day." His hands were on her boobs again, lightly running over her nipples. She leaned back on him and thrilled to the sensations that were travelling down her body, sensations she had never felt before. She wanted to say no but knew that she wanted him as much, if not more than he wanted her, in fact at that moment it could have been any man, she just needed to be fucked.

John slipped his hands under her top, running his hands over her naked breasts. After a moment, he pulled her top over her head and got his first view of her tits in the window. Her nipples reflecting back at him, begging him to suck on them. He spun her around and dutifully obliged, taking it in turns to bite roughly on each one, enjoying the gasps that escaped her lips. His hand went to the V between her legs, another gasp as her legs opened wider to oblige his seeking fingers. He undid the fastener and said, "Take them off."

Shaking and hardly able to stand she bent over and dropped her shorts to the floor, he put his hand to the back of her neck and held her slapping her buttocks hard. She let out a loud moan of pleasure and her legs finally gave way.

Grabbing her hair, he pulled her face round so that her mouth was touching his erection. She knew what he wanted, she pulled at his shorts and his erection sprang free. Opening her mouth, she gently ran her lips over the swollen head but he was eager for more and pushed deep into her throat. While he slowly fucked her face, she played with his balls, and squeezed the base of his throbbing cock, although she knew this was wrong she was lost to the lusting ache within her.




Jenny Ch. 01



Then he pulled out of her mouth and walked over to the footstool moving it in front of the full-length mirror. Grabbing her by the hair, he pulled her to the stool and threw her across it. He had pictured this all day, her lying across the stool with her tit's hanging over the other side. "God your fucking gorgeous." he said and slapped her hard on the buttocks again. He was lost now in the fantasy that he had created throughout the day. Again, he slapped her and again, each time she let out a moan of pleasure.

Jenny felt the pain of each slap and wanted more, she had never been into pain before but now she needed it, wanted it, even lusted after it.

"What you doing then Jen, why you on your knees, tell me." Slap.

"Don't John please you know why, ohh"

"Tell me Jen I want to hear you say it; just like you did this morning only this time dress it up, give me all those filthy details bitch." Slap slap.

"Ohh John, you know what I want, you want it too please John."

He slapped her again and then with his knee in her back he lifted her head and looked at her in the mirror. He started giving her quick little slaps now, each time his finger would slap her sodden pussy lips, he was driving her mad with pain, he could see it on her face, her eye's were wide and wild, any minute now she would go over the edge.

Each time his finger touched her pussy lips he sent a shock through her whole body. She was shaking violently but was determined not to give in. She knew he wanted her to beg, wanted her to become his bitch so he could fuck her doggy style, but his hands were doing there work well, she was bucking with each contact now trying to get deeper penetration, finally she could stand it not longer.

Unable to take it any more Jenny felt all the stubborn resistance, along with any form of pride leave her and with an angry need screamed, "You bastard. You know I want you to fuck me, make me your bitch mount me and fuck me like a dog; I don't care what you do just fuck me for god's sake fuck me."

This is what John had been waiting for, not domination or subservience but a total acceptance that she just wanted to be fucked, she didn't care how or who by, she just needed to be fucked. Keeping hold of her hair he slid to his knees behind her and taking his erection brushed it against her sopping lips; she shook violently and gasped aloud. He laughed and did it again. "I knew you were a shagger the minute I saw you, I doubt you have ever had a really good fucking have you." He knew he had her now and wanted her to admit to herself that he was right, not because he said but because it was true and he wasn't in any hurry.

"Alright John yes," she said "I just need to be fucked and right now I don't really care who doe's it but please John do it, fuck me John please." He smiled but didn't penetrate her yet he wanted her to beg and beg. He brushed it against her arse.

"No not there please not there, anything else but not that." she was still shaking she so desperately wanted him to fuck her.

Again, he brushed it against her aching hole, "Beg my little bitch, beg."

"No more John please." she said, and as she felt the final vestiges of restraint vanished she added, "Anything John please make me your bitch now, fuck me please I beg you fill my cunt, I'll do anything but fuck me please please shag me now take me, make me yours I beg you John please." She couldn't help herself, the ache inside was too painful; she would do whatever he wanted as long as he fucked her.

Finally, he slid his erection into her waiting hole, slowly and then slowly out again. 'At last' Jenny thought with a leering smile of success and let out a long moan of painful pleasure, she would have collapsed if he had not been pulling her up by the hair. She looked in the mirror and saw the look in his eyes. Absolute lust, the undoubted knowledge that he could do anything he wanted and she would beg for more, her own lust showed as well, her eyes were wild and her lips curled, spittle running over her lips.

Suddenly he rammed into her, she screamed, he continued ramming hard slapping her buttocks as he did yanking at her hair, calling her all the sluts and bitches he could think of and then he stopped, stood up and walked away.

"Nooooo, John no please." she begged and went to get up; he pushed her back down roughly.

"Stay there bitch, I never said for you to get up." he paced a moment and then crouching behind her rammed into her gain.

"Oh yes John, take me make me your bitch John, fuck me hard anything you want John anything." she shouted.

"Oh I'm taking what I want bitch, first your mouth now your cunt and then your arse, I'm having it all." and then he pulled out again and stepped away. "What do you say to that bitch?"

This time she stayed where she was, she knew he would be back, "Anything John anything I don't care anymore I just need you to fuck me, make me come John please make me come."

Again he rammed into her only this time he didn't stop, reaching forward he gripped her tit's and squeezed them as hard as he could, ramming into her like she was a piece of meat. As she started to come he said, "Say thank you bitch, say thank you."

"Oh thank you John oh yes thank you thank you thank you." Her orgasm was shattering, the constant teasing along with the tension of the day exploded in her pussy and she screamed her thanks aloud pushing and thrusting against him.

Suddenly he pulled out but it was too late to stop her orgasm it just rolled on. John was laughing hysterically now, his lust had totally taken control of him, the ache to orgasm sending shocks through his nervous system, but he had sworn to fuck every hole and that's what he was going to do. Without any care as to the possible pain, he rammed into her arse and laughing loudly fucked it as hard as he could.

Jenny's orgasm was out of control, even though he had pulled out it wouldn't stop and she caught his laughter through her own lustful haze. Then she felt him ram into her arse. She had only done it there once before and had hated it, this was totally different instantly she had a double layer orgasm, he was rutting her like a dog and she was rutting him back, she had never felt so totally like a slut in all her life and she didn't care one little bit.

Again, she looked in the mirror and the sight she saw was total lust gone wild. Even when he shot his juices into her he didn't stop, it seemed an age before the lust and the orgasm died down. He collapsed on the floor and she rolled off the footstool and lay beside him, neither seemingly able to breath properly and neither saying a word.

After a while John got up and opened a can of beer, he took a mouthful and handed it to Jenny, she didn't hesitate she swallowed half the can before she handed it back. John sat on the footstool and said, "Now let me have a good look at those tits." Jenny knelt in front of him; he looked at them and then ran his hands over them, pinching the nipples as he went. "Not bad, nice and firm, I bet a man could shove his dick in there and have a great time." he laughed.

"Well they've certainly done there work this time." she said, "Even if that wasn't my intention."

"Complaining?" John asked

"No way." Jenny said, with a laugh "I cant remember ever enjoying being someone's bitch so much in all my life, doggy will never be the same again."

"Oh I think we can improve on that a little bit Jen." He was still running his hands over her tits giving the nipples the occasional tweak

Jenny's hand was playing with his not so soft cock "And how would you do that then my masterful doggy."

"Well first I would tie you to the feet of that stool. Then maybe blind fold you and maybe even tape up your mouth. Then I could fuck you whenever I felt like it and you wouldn't know until I rammed into you. Then of course with you strapped down I could find something to whip you with, maybe a cane or a wet towel, how about a piece of cable, that would seem appropriate under the circumstances don't you think my little bitch."

Jenny smiled, "Hmm I'm getting wet at the thought of it, when?"

John went quiet for a moment and took a deep breath "Well!" John said, "I'm not sure we should get, shall we say, involved. I mean....don't get me wrong Jen, you got a great body and you fuck like there's no tomorrow but...."

"Oh don't worry John." Jenny said with a smile, "I have no illusions what this is about. It's sex, I needed a good fuck and I got one, hopefully so did you, but it was you that said it could have been any man and if I'm honest which I seem to be at the moment, your absolutely right."

John breathed a sigh of obvious relief, "I totally agree, and I am so glad that it was me that followed you up, because I know for a fact that they all want to be where I am right now."

"Oh I don't think so John, I'm not that much of a turn on."

"Your wrong Jen they all want you, I should know it's me they tell not you now don't waste those tasty lips chatting." he said and pushed Jenny's head into his crotch where his erect knob was waiting for attention. Jenny dutifully obliged as John leant back and watched his new found whore work on him, he had plans for the remainder of this job and he was going to enjoy every minute of it, but he wasn't sure that Jenny would feel the same by the end it all.

It didn't take long for him to orgasm into her eager mouth and once he was finished they got dressed. He could see the disappointment on Jenny's face but he wanted her eager for more. "Don't worry my little bitch; you'll get all the fucking you want over the next few days and then some. Just you watch out for them others though ok"

Jenny made it back to her room unseen and once in bed couldn't help but go over the night's events. She couldn't believe that she had been such a slut, it wasn't like her to just let go, even if she was feeling horny, but she had to admit she loved every minute and could feel herself getting wet just thinking about it. Her only real concern was, she knew she would never go back to what she had been, and she believed that this was what had always been missing in her sex life, the ability to let it all go and just enjoy being fucked without complications. But what about tomorrow, would he tell them all, she would die if he did, but no, he wouldn't spoil it, not yet not till the job was over and as she would never see any of them again afterwards what would it matter then, no she was safe and looked forward to the next episode. This pain thing was quite a turn on. Finally, she drifted off to sleep.

Friday morning she got up and wondered what she should wear, without a bra she would be on full show and they would all be looking. Finally she just put on a t shirt and a short skirt, which was all she had, her reflection in the glass wall showed her nipples off but they had all seen them last night so what the hell, She went to breakfast a little apprehensive, not only about her nipples but also wondering if John had said anything. By every ones reaction, a quick look at her nipples and then onto the food it seemed that John intended keeping her to himself, they all acted the same as any other day, all except John of course who kept looking at her and smiling, or was he leering.

"John, can you and Jake start on level 8, I want to do a final check on nine and then I will join you." she said.

"Ok Jen" John said, "Nice tit's by the way."

They all laughed at the look on her face and then left. It wasn't the comment that made her flush it was the fact that he had actually seen them. She finished her coffee and then went up to level nine where John and Jake had been the previous day. She turned on all the machines and then sent messages to each one to check the network. All seemed to be working fine so she went round and turned them off. 

Just as she finished John came in and walked up to her, he put his arms round her and pulled her to him, "I forgot this last night." he said and kissed her hard on the mouth. 

She responded instantly and then panicked, "Someone might come in." she said.

"No," he smiled, "They have gone for tea, I came to get you." he ran his hands over her bum and then up to her tit's.

Jenny closed her eyes enjoying the light touch almost as much as the kiss. His hand slipped under her skirt to her pussy, she let out a moan.

Stepping back he said, "Take them off."

"What" she replied.

"The panties take them off and don't wear them again"

"No John I can't, not at work, tonight, but not at work ok"

"Ok" he said and turned towards the lift, "I'm going for tea."

She followed him relieved that he hadn't pushed the point but feeling a little guilty that she may have displeased him. As she stepped into the lift, he turned her round and all the time they were descending, he was nuzzling her neck and playing with her nipples, pinching them hard. As the lift stopped, he stepped back.

Jenny went to the table and picked up her cup before it dawned on her that her nipples were throbbing and standing out like stalks, discretely she tried to hide them but a look around the room, at all those staring eyes proved it was too late. 'Fuck!' she thought, 'he did that deliberately.' However, secretly she smiled.

As she sat down JJ said, "You know something Jen?"

"What's that JJ" she replied

"You got a fucking great pair of tits," he shouted

That was it, they all burst out laughing, making comments about how they stood out, what a nice welcome and all the other lewd comments that they could think of. They didn't get it all there own way, Jenny new a few crude remarks herself and with her new attitude and this atmosphere she needed them all. Things were getting decidedly sexist, she loved it, six young guys all lusting after her tits, and probably the rest of her as well, it would be more than a turn on for any woman.

They finished their teas and with more lewd comments and a fair bit of hip thrusting went back to work. Jenny finished on level nine and then went down to eight to help John and Jake.

"How we doing guys." she said

"Yeah nearly ready," John said, "Jake will be back in a minute he's gone for some cable."

"Your not upset with me are you?" she said "about....you know upstairs."

"Upset that if I wanted to throw you across that desk and fuck you I couldn't because you got pants on." John said angrily, "Too fucking right I am."

"But I can't John," she said, "Not at work you must understand that"

He pushed her back to the wall between two large cupboards, "Lift the skirt up." he said coldly.

"But...."

"Now! He shouted, "Do it now my little bitch or I will fuck you right now and I won't care who walks in."

A little scared she lifted her skirt; John ran his fingers over her pussy, pushing a finger into her crease. "In five minutes I will do that again and I better bury it up to the knuckle."

"Where are you" it was Jake.

"Round here mate just taking five." John said with a look at Jenny's frightened face "Take them off."

"What you doing you lazy git." Jake said. Jenny was hidden from his view by the angle of the cabinets.

"Just thinking about last night mate, Jen's face when you said about her tits," John laughed.

"Yeah but what about at break." Jake said, "I nearly came on the spot, they were just begging to be licked, what did you do cop a quick feel in the lift then" he was laughing but his tone said he was hoping he was right.

"Well that would be telling wouldn't it?" John said

At that moment, the radio squawked and Jake went to answer it. John turned round and looked at Jenny; she was breathing heavily, her pants on the floor at her feet, her skirt down. "Pull it up, quick." John said with a smile.

Jenny's face relaxed a little, and as his finger slipped into her pussy, she closed her eyes. "You do it." John said "And don't stop till I say."

Jenny nodded eager to please but more eager for John not to say anything to Jake. As she heard Jake coming back she started to panic but John gave her a stern look.

"So come on then John, I'm your best mate, did you get your hands on her tits?"

"Would you if you had the chance." John answered.

"Too fucking right I would, and then I would slip this piece of meat between those lips and juice her mouth something rotten. What do you reckon?" Jake said

"Me too, I reckon she shags like a fucking steam engine, all hot and pounding, I reckon she would love a nice young buck like me up her arse" John laughed

"Oh what! You reckon she takes it up the arse, and such a tight little arse it is too, fuck me I think I better get the rest of that cable before I come my load" Jake said, "Back in five." and off he went.

At first Jenny was terrified that Jake would see her, but once the two started saying what they would like to do with her she was lost in visions of them doing it, her fingers never stopped working and by the time Jake left she was afraid he would hear her heavy breathing.

The minute Jake turned his back John looked at Jenny her face said it all. She was hot for a fuck. "See." John said, "If you had taken them off this morning I could have fucked you before he came back, now it's too late." He took her hand and pulled her from behind the cupboard, her skirt dropped covering her throbbing pussy. John picked up her pants and put them in his pocket.

"You bastard!" Jenny said. 

"Hi Jen." Jake said, "Not ready yet give us half hour ok."

Jakes appearance made Jenny jump, she thought he would be longer, in fact she had hoped that John would fuck her there and then. The picture of John fucking her and Jake walking in made her shudder. "Ok Jake." she said shakily, "I'll come back."

John smiled at her as she turned to leave, her anger subsiding as she realised he wasn't being spiteful, or hoped not anyway. She went back downstairs and told Tommy to make her a coffee and bring it into her office. She needed some time to gather herself. As she drank her coffee she thought about what Jake and John had been saying, listening had really turned her on. The crudity of it, the maleness. They were so young and yet they wanted to do those things to her. That was a real turn on.

Having taken time to cool down she went back upstairs, a happy smile on her face, when she arrived, she was relaxed, her hips swayed and her chest thrust out and her manner was all woman. As she passed Jake he couldn't help but look at her tits, she stopped and faced him, "How we doing Jake, can you do it."

"What..." he said.

"Can you get it up Jake?" she said. 

Jake looked at her tit's a look of confusion on his face

"No Jake concentrate. " she laughed, "The cable, will it stay up or do we need more ducting?"

"Oh yeah, yeah it's fine." he said with a smile.

John had watched as she teased Jake and smiled as she approached him, "I think that's what she calls revenge Jake." he said.

"Well it was the way she was pointing that had me confused." Jake laughed, putting his hands and pointing a finger from each in opposite directions "Didn't know if I was going to go or come."

And that's how it went until lunch. Jenny was getting carried away with the thought of all these guys lusting after her, she had been quite crude at times and she was enjoying the game as much as they were, the looks and the knowledge that they wanted her made her even more brazen. The trip down in the lift was all strong suggestion and brushing against Jenny as though the lift was full. Only brushing though.

At lunch, the banter between the three continued and infected the others. Jenny didn't hold back from any of them feeling that they all wanted to fuck her, and yet knowing that only John would be the one to get very lucky. 

As they all got up to go back to work Jenny said, "Ben you're coming with me this afternoon."




Jenny Ch. 01



Chapter 1: Glass Doors

On the otherwise dark and empty street, Jenny Sadow arched her back to work a cramp loose from her back. At five foot four, she enjoyed the extra two inches her high heels added to her height. The one problem she had with them was the ache to her back and legs the heels caused after a long day of practicing her cheerleading routines. But those routines were why she and the rest of her high school's cheerleading team had taken trip to Florida to compete in the National Cheerleading Competition, so what could be done about it? She certainly wasn't going to give up the heels, which went perfectly with the tight black dress she was wearing.

Weighing only one-hundred five pounds, the dress highlighted Jenny's body perfectly. It was sleeveless and came only halfway down her thighs and so revealed both the tan and the slenderness of her limbs, which were lightly curved with the tight muscle cheerleading had given her. The dress also hugged Jenny's body and showed off her small waist perfectly. But while the waistline might be said to have hugged her, the bust-line could be called a death grip. Her breasts, which were more than a generous handful as several of the senior boys back home knew, strained against the front of the little black dress enough to let anyone who saw her know exactly how hard her nipples here. At the moment, they were making two small mounds on the front of the dress. Jenny couldn't help it though, the little dress always made her feel sexy. The lack of a bra and panties certainly helped the matter.

Normally, Jenny wouldn't be out in such a tiny dress without and underwear on, but it was well passed midnight and there were very few people in the streets around the hotel where the cheerleading squad was staying. Curfew for them was suppose to be ten o'clock, so she knew she didn't have to worry about anyone she knew catching her. That was just how she wanted it, since at eighteen years old she was still three years too young for the small bottle of tequila she was carrying a brown paper bag. She had scored the drink from of guy of twenty-two, who had picked it up for her in exchange for a feel of those perky cheerleading breasts she prided herself on.

After the tightness had worked itself out of her back, Jenny continued her walk towards the hotel. As she walked, she had to brush a strand of her shoulder-length brown hair from where it had fallen in front of her deep blue eyes and had tickled the tip of her slight, upturned nose. Jenny brushed the strand back behind one of her delicate, pierced ears and frowned slightly at the offending lock. Her mouth quickly resumed its naturally occurring pout as she neared the hotel.

Even from a little down the block she could see the inside of the hotel was dark, as the establishment was just not successful enough to be able to keep employees on call all night long. The doors remained unlocked, however, so guests could enter and leave as they wished. This was the main reason Jenny had decided to go out to get a late night drink to bring back to the room she had to herself. With everyone asleep, no one would be there to notice her paper bag.

The main entrance to the hotel was a glass revolving door situated in the center of the building's front. Jenny pushed on it and was halfway through when...

"Ouch." The cheerleader banged into the front of the glass door at it stopped moving. She rubbed her head a second and then pushed it again, but still the door didn't budge. Then something moved down by Jenny's feet and she jumped back a bit. Even in the darkness she could make out the features of Sandy Calloway, the cheerleading team's six foot tall, red-headed captain who was called the "Pompom with the Iron Fist", though not in her hearing. As the captain stood up, Jenny could make out a small wooden block in the shape of a wedge sticking out from Sandy's side of the door. With it in there, the door wouldn't budge an inch forward.

"What the fuck are you doing, Sandy?" Angry at this prank, Jenny turned around to push the door the other way. Even before she pushed it, she could see Tanya Randal outside through the glass panel that made up the door. A lackey to Sandy, Tanya could have passed for the captain's sister if she wasn't a foot shorter and blond. A quick glance down brought another of the wooden doorstoppers to Jenny's attention. With the wedges in either side of the revolving door, she wouldn't be able to get out until one of the other cheerleaders removed them. "What the hell? Were you waiting up for me? Damn you!"

Sandy smirked at the trapped girl. "Calm down. We just happened to have heard you leaving. Figured we'd wait to say a special hello to you."

Jenny was starting to panic. Being trapped in a revolving door was not how she wanted to spend the night. Before she could decide what to say, Tanya tapped on the glass. "Hey Jen, what's in the bag?"

'Oh my god!' Jenny thought. If one of the coaches caught her, she'd undoubtedly be suspended. But worse, it would surely cost her the scholarship that was going to put her through college. She wouldn't even be able to pay for college without it!

Hoping for a lucky break, Jenny took the bottle of tequila out of its bag. "Look, just let me out and its yours. Please?"

The redheaded captain smirked at her again. "Well, well. You'd be in a lot of trouble if we left you here to be caught with that, wouldn't you? Maybe we can make a deal though. But first, why don't you tell me about Dave."

Jenny's heart dropped at that name. Dave had been Sandy's boyfriend until Jenny seduced him away from her last month. It wasn't that she had any particular interest in him, it was just that he was hot. Hot guys were there to have sex with, what else? Its not like they were there to become doctors or anything. She didn't think Sandy had been mad about that though. It was common knowledge around school that they were an on-off pair at best. A week after the seduction, Jenny had dumped Dave, having gotten all she wanted from him and wanting to move on to the next guy.

Hoping she wasn't shaking in fear, Jenny tried to steady her breathing and keep her knees from going weak. This was not the position she wanted to be in with an angry Sandy in control. "I'm sorry! Please! Look, its over with me and Dave, honest. He's yours if you want him."

Sandy tossed her head back and forth as if she was thinking about it, but Jenny could see from the falcon-like look in the captain's eyes that it was all just show. When Sandy was angry, bad things happened to people. Repeatedly.

"No. I don't think so, my dear Jenny. I don't want him. All I really feel like at the moment is a bit of revenge for you being a whore. In fact, I think I want that revenge right now. So here's the deal, Tanya and I are going to leave you in there and go wake up the coaches, that way they can find you out passed curfew with your slutty clothes and your illegal alcohol... that is, unless you want to earn my forgiveness."

Jenny nodded vigorously, propelled mostly by fear of losing her scholarship and the immense trouble she would be in if caught. "Yes, yes! Just tell me what you want. The tequila? Money? Please, just let me out!"

Sandy smiled with all the friendliness of a demon. "Good girl, but I don't want that. I think what I really want right now is to watch you masturbate."

"What!" Jenny hoped she hadn't heard the other girl right. There was no way... no way!

Tanya laughed somewhere behind her, but it was Sandy who did the talking. "You heard me. For starters, take off those shoes of yours. Those earrings and necklace you can put in the paper bag with your bottle. Go on."

Jenny couldn't believe this. Her chest was heaving as she fought to breathe, which anyone watching her would have found to be an incredible sight. Could Sandy really want her to masturbate in public? The doors were glass, anyone passing would be able to see her!

"Five seconds, girl." Sandy shouted at her. "If those shoes and that jewelry aren't off by then it'll be the coaches and suspension for you."

With a jump of fright, Jenny quickly slipped off her earrings and necklace. She put them into the bag and bent down to undo the straps to her heels. She had just gotten one shoe off when she realized that bending at the waist meant her tiny dress had ridden up. With no panties on, Tanya was being treated to a clear view of her ass. Blushing in embarrassment, Jenny quickly undid the other shoe and quickly stood up. She used one bare foot to push the shoes next to the paper bag.

Tanya watched the scene with a growing sense of excitement. She assumed Jenny must have got tanning, because there was no sign of any bikini lines on the tight, round flesh. The junior cheerleader had to admit to herself that the trapped girl's ass could inspire two very strong emotions, jealousy and lust. Tanya had always enjoyed the guys too much to mistake herself as being a lesbian, but she was feeling herself getting desperate to reach through the door and give that sweet flesh a squeeze.

Sandy had no such pleasure in Jenny's body. She thought only of her revenge and didn't plan to let her enemy go anywhere until she was broken. With a wicked smile, she started. "That's a good slut. Now I want you to start feeling yourself. Go on!"

Jenny froze. It was only now sinking in just how far Sandy intended to push her. It was frightening. She had never been used this way before.

"Now, girl. I'm getting impatient."

With a small moan of defeat, Jenny let her hands run up and down the smooth skin of her bare arms. Despite her fear, she could feel her pussy immediately respond to the light touches of her hands on her skin. The absence of her underwear and the memory of the guy she had let feel her up in exchange for the tequila only heightened the feeling.

Still breathing heavily, Jenny moved her hands from her arms to her neck. A few quick feels and they dropped further until she was covering her tits. Her already erect nipples reacted to the caresses and squeezes eagerly and were soon straining to burst free of the tight black dress. Jenny could feel the moistness of her pussy growing every time her hands put pressure on each soft, firm breast. With no panties on, her juices began to coat the insides of her thighs. The scent of her sex began to fill the insides of the revolving door.

Lost in the daze of her own pleasure, Jenny moved her hands further down and hugged her waist, imagining in her mind it was one of her past lovers wrapping himself around her. The cheerleader continued her descent with a racing heart and let the tips of her fingers trace themselves down her thighs. Bending down, Jenny grasped her calves tightly, reminding her of the way her legs had often been held while a guy pounded at her pussy.

From behind her came a hoot of encouragement from Tanya, who was happily watching Jenny's dress rise and once again reveal her perfectly round ass. This pulled Jenny from her sexual trance. 'What the hell am I doing!' she thought. 'I'm feeling myself up in a glass door. Anyone could be watching me!'

Almost crying in fright, Jenny looked up at Sandy. "Please let me go! I promise I won't do anything to cross you again, just let me go!"

"Well, since you put it that way... I think its time you removed that dress. I suggest you work quickly. It will mean less time to anyone to see you."

Hoping the captain was right, Jenny moved her hands up to her shoulders. She hesitated for a second, then her will broke and she pushed the two small straps of the dress aside. Shoulders bare, Jenny pulled down on the tight top of the dress enough to free her breasts from the restraining fabric. As she let go of the dress it slipped farther down and left her standing in the revolving door naked except for a small naval ring. She kicked the fallen clothes over to where her shoes lay discarded. It was not a far distance because the space between the two glass doors was very small.

Feeling exposed, but also turned on, Jenny cupped her breasts again. The two large mounds were extremely sensitive with her heightening desire and it caused her to moan softly as she stroked them. Lost again in her please, Jenny tugged at the nipples and shuddered slightly as bolts of pleasure coursed through her. Her pussy, bare from her preference to have it shaved, was swollen red with desire. Jenny's juices left a small trail of wetness down her leg as she continued to knead her tits between her fingers.

Jenny moved her hands down to her ass once her nipples had begun to ache from the tugging she had given them. She massaged the bare flesh behind her with the same vigor she had given her large breasts and her pussy responded with equal ardor. The cheerleader allowed one hand to slip down the crack of her ass and trace her hole. She planned to finger-fuck her asshole for a while, but the throbbing of her pussy was becoming too much for her young body to handle.

Desperately, Jenny pulled her hands from behind her and ran her right hand over her pussy. "Uuuhhhhnnn." The moan escaped her lips at the first touch her pussy lips received. She let her hand glide over it again and again. Her clit stuck out as far as it had ever had before. Jenny used her thumb and index finger to squeeze the soft flesh. Her clit responded hungrily and sent a feeling of burning heat throughout her body. It was almost enough to cause the trapped girl to orgasm.

Jenny quickly moved her hand from her clit and stuck three fingers inside herself. She knew exactly where to hit her G-spot, having had several escapades by herself in the shower. "Uuhhh." With urgent need, she began giving her pussy the attention it was demanding. Her left hand, meanwhile, made its way up her chest and began pulling furiously at a nipple. This added to the feelings racing through her and Jenny felt herself nearing an orgasm.

"Enough." Sandy's command had enough force behind it to make Jenny jump. "Keep your hands away from that slut-hole of yours until I tell you to put them back."

Jenny whimpered with the need to cum, but took her hands away as commanded. She was sure her pussy would burst into flames if she didn't get off soon.

"Get on the ground!" The trapped cheerleader responded quickly and sat down. Unfortunately for Jenny, the revolving door's floor was only of concrete and it sent a chill up her back. It did nothing to quench the fire raging between her thighs, though, and the new sensation only made her more desperate.

"Good, now spread your legs." Jenny did as she was told. "Wider!" She opened herself as far as the tight space between the two doors allowed her to, her vagina's lips now on display for all to see. "Good whore. Now I want you to take that bottle of alcohol you wanted so much. I think you can imagine what comes next."

Ignoring Sandy standing over in triumph from behind the door, Jenny fumbled in the brown paper bag for the tequila bottle. It was a small thing compared to some of the ones she had drunk her way through in the past. The bottle was about eight inches in length total, the bottom half at about an inch and a half thick, the top only half that. Grasping the bottom of the bottle, Jenny moved to slide the top half into her pussy.

"Nuh uh." Jenny glanced up quickly to see Sandy staring at her contemptuously and shaking her head in disapproval. She understood what the captain meant and turned the bottle around. With a small bit of effort, Jenny worked the thick end of the bottle into her pussy and began to fuck herself with it.

Her pussy's hunger was insatiable now and nothing short of a full orgasm was going to content her. Jenny worked the bottle in and out of her well lubricated hole as fast as she could. Pressure building between her thighs, she began to move her hips in an effort to hump the bottle as hard as she could. With her right hand maneuvering the bottle, Jenny started using her left hand to pinch her clit. "Ggghhuuuhhh uhhh uhhh." Moans beyond her ability to control came out with the heavy breaths she was taking as her clit reacted to her touches. Red spots were appearing on Jenny's cheeks and on the flesh between her breasts, which bounced freely with the movement of her humping, as her blood pounded faster and faster.

"Mmuuuhhhh ehhhh ahhhh." Jenny could feel the pressure deep in the pussy building well beyond anything she could hold back. It didn't matter to her that she was between two glass doors, it didn't matter who was watching her. All she wanted was to finally let herself explode.

"Uhhh uuuhhh ggghhhhaaa!" Nothing could hold it back any longer. Moaning and sweating, Jenny felt a monster of an orgasm rip through her pussy. "Ahhh! Oh god! I'm cumming!" Wave after wave of pleasure washed through her. "Oh! Oh! Yes! Ggaahhhh ohhhhhh." Her vagina spasmed around the soaked bottle that was filling it. Over and over the feelings tore through her as the pressure that had built up inside of her was released.

When it finally ended, Jenny slumped on the ground completely spent. Her body ached and throbbed with the exertion she had put on it. It was several minutes before she dared to try getting shakily to her feet again. As she lay there between the glass doors, she could smell the thick scent of her sex filling the air and hear the blood pounding in her ears. Once she finally got to her feet, Tanya shouted some words of encouragement at the performance Jenny had been made to put on.

Sandy stood glaring in victory for a moment, then gestured towards Jenny's pile of discarded clothing. "You are a whore, aren't you! Well, put your clothes back on and we'll let you out."

Still dizzy from her intense orgasm, Jenny fumbled around trying to dress herself. Luckily, she saw that no one had seen her masturbating aside from her two tormentors. Once dressed, Tanya removed the wedge from her side of the door, then Sandy followed suit. Jenny pushed her way through the revolving door unsteadily and then Tanya came in through them as well, commenting on scent Jenny had left behind.

Standing with the two cheerleaders in the empty lobby of the hotel, Jenny took a quick sit of tequila from her juice-soaked bottle. She was about to start shouting at Sandy when the captain put on one of her telltale smirks.

"Nice job slut. I can't wait to see what else we can do to you."

"No way! The hell if you think I'm doing anything like that again. You just stay the fuck away from me!"

Sandy nodded at her, then walked a short distance across the dark lobby to where one of the many potted plants in the hotel was located. From it, she withdrew a small video camera. A red light glowed from the top, indicating that it was on.

"Seeing as I've got this tape of you with a bottle of alcohol, drinking from the bottle, and fucking yourself with it to boot, I think you will be doing what I say for a while." Jenny shuddered and fought to keep from crying. "You really should have known better than to steal my boyfriend, slut. You're going to be my personal plaything until I'm satisfied you've learned your lesson." 



Jenny Ch. 01



Chapter One: Jenny's Bad Day

The phone rang. Jenny didn't bother to check her Caller I.D.—she knew who it was. She stood very still, waiting for her instructions. 

Her answering machine beeped as it began to record.

 Hello, Jenny—I'm on my way over. As soon as I finish speaking you're going to do three things. First, you're going to unlock and unlatch your door—I don't even want to have to turn the doorknob, understand? Next, you're going to get out all of our toys and arrange them in a semi-circle just inside the doorway so that the door doesn't touch them when it opens. And when that's done, the last thing you're going to kneel inside the semi-circle, facing the door. You will be wearing only bra and panties—something nice. You will be resting on your heels. Your legs will be fully spread. Your hands will be locked behind your head and your mouth will be open to receive me.

 I'm sure I don't have to remind you that the last two times we were together you were careless about following my instructions to the letter--and I'm sure you remember how I had to discipline you because of that. The second time was much more severe than the first, wasn't it, Jenny? So this time everything's going to be perfect...isn't it?

 I'll see you...soon.

There wasn't a lot of space in Jenny's small apartment. Nevertheless she began to run. He'd probably been calling from home, which meant she had at least fifteen or twenty minutes to prepare, but He might have been calling from downstairs for all she knew, and God help her if everything wasn't exactly as He wanted when He arrived. 

So she ran.

First she dashed to the door to set it as He had instructed.

It was a Wednesday afternoon. Jenny often had to work a split shift at her job—she dutifully kept Him informed of her schedule—and He telecommuted from home and could come and go pretty much as he pleased. Which meant that He would call her out of the blue, night or day, any time he knew she wasn't at work (and sometimes even when she was) on her home phone or on her cell, and expect her to drop whatever she was doing (she'd once had to abandon her shopping cart in the middle of the supermarket) and prepare herself to humbly fulfill His slightest sexual whim.

It drove her absolutely crazy. And never failed to make her weak-kneed and wet with anticipation.

He often called with specific instructions for her before coming over—sometimes a role He wanted her to play but generally just what she was to wear--if anything. And on occasion, as today, He would tell her how she was to be posed when He arrived. She'd long since given Him a key to her apartment so the instruction about leaving the door open was no doubt meant to further test her preparedness and obedience.

But there were also on-going rules, preferences she was expected to anticipate without being told. Today, for example, He hadn't designated a role for her and had specified just bra and panties. But it wasn't just a matter of knowing what kind of lingerie to He'd prefer this time (something extra-frilly and feminine, she thought as she rushed into the bedroom to change and gather all the things He'd ordered —hmm...the lavender lace with satin ruffles, she decided). She also had to think about her make-up—sometimes He liked her entirely without it, fresh and innocent-looking, and sometimes, for certain roles—the executive or the schoolteacher, for instance, He wanted her looking professional. As she hurriedly shed the sweat-clothes and underwear in which she'd been cleaning the apartment and kicked them into the closet she decided that today, in keeping with the girly lingerie, He'd want the whole works: long lashes, full eye-make-up, blush, lipstick and all.  

She also had to think about how to wear her long, blonde hair, but that was simple: always down around her shoulders unless specified otherwise. It was pulled back into a high ponytail at the moment and she started to reach up to remove the elastic, but paused, her attention drawn by the role-playing costumes she kept in a special section of the closet. 

Oh, she so wanted to put on one of her "li'l girl" outfits, as she called them. Maybe the checked gingham skirt with the bib front, with a white blouse and the shiny black Maryjanes with white knee-socks and, oh, the frilly little white panties...mmmm. But He would only let her do that when she had been extra good. Then He'd play Brad-the-babysitter with her, or Mr. Brown, the teacher who kept her after school for touching herself in class, or...

Oh god, what was she doing? If she wasn't ready when He arrived she might as well burn her "li'l girl" clothes! She quickly sat down at her make-up table and went to work, trying to keep her hands from shaking.

When she had done the best she could with her make-up, she glanced up at her bedside clock (Jesus, she'd taken too long!) and dashed into the bathroom, where she frantically cleaned herself as well as she could with a wet washcloth and re-applied her deodorant –God help her if He thought she wasn't clean for Him. Then she quickly searched her lingerie drawer for the lavender bra and panties and wriggled into them before yanking out the entire lower drawer of her dresser, which was so crammed with sex-toys that she had push some of them down before the drawer would come free.

Hurrying, but trying not to break into a sweat now that she was clean, she carried the entire drawer into the living room and dumped it onto the rug in front of the door. Then she returned the drawer to the dresser, ran back, fell to her knees and frantically began arranging everything in a semi-circle around her as He'd ordered, trying to create an aesthetically pleasing pattern while praying that He didn't arrive before she was done.

There!

Oh god, was that the downstairs door opening? Quickly! Knees apart, hands behind the head, mouth open! She tried to calm her breathing, to look serene and welcoming for Him. She smiled inwardly—everything was perfect, and He would be pleased with her.

She strained her ears, listening for His footsteps on the stairs. Her apartment building was a once-elegant three-story house that had been converted. The elderly landlady/owner lived on the main floor and had divided each of the upper floors into three smallish but comfortable apartments. A dusty glass chandelier still hung above the echoing stairwell at the center of the building. The steps and halls were carpeted but wooden and creaky underneath. She should be able to hear Him climbing the stairs, especially since her door was unlatched. 

She held her breath, listening...

Nothing. Only the usual TV soap opera blaring from the floor below--her landlady being more than a little deaf.

Jenny let out her breath in a sigh. False alarm. She started to relax, bring her arms down... And caught herself. The fact that He wasn't here now only increased the probability that he would be, any second now. Everything had to be perfect this time, she reminded herself. If she displeased Him again... Back straight, hands locked behind the head, mouth open!

She waited.

Seconds passed. Then minutes.

Her jaw began to ache slightly. She flexed it a few times, but it didn't help. She started to let it relax, to close...then forced herself to open it again and held it that way resolutely.

Time passed, but just barely. It crawled, in fact. Her jaw began to ache in earnest, and her shoulders and ankles began to protest as well.

Where the hell was He?

Finally she reached a compromise with herself. I'll close my mouth, but just for a moment, she thought. I can open it again in half a second if I hear Him coming. She allowed her jaw muscles to relax and closed her mouth. It felt wonderful.

But her shoulders and ankles, and now her knees were clamoring for relief. To take her mind off of her discomfort she looked down at the inventory of items spread around her. She thought she had done pretty well on such short notice.

To her left were all the spanking implements, arranged by size: the large whip on the outside, then a couple of smaller ones, followed by a bamboo cane, a riding crop, a number of different-sized paddles, a heavy wooden ruler and a hairbrush--the latter two reserved exclusively for her "li'l girl" moments.

To her right, restraints—including both metal and velcro cuffs, some attached to wooden rods or chains of varying lengths—plus a collar and leash, a blindfold, assorted clamps, coils of rope and silk and nylon, and ball-gags and other devices to hold her mouth open, though she couldn't bear to look at those right then.

And in the middle: dildos, vibrators and plugs of every size and description, ranging from a set of tiny little vibrators which fit onto a fingertip, to a remote –controlled vibrating butterfly; a number of different butt-plugs; jars and tubes of lubricants --and dildos...of human, superhuman and possibly alien dimensions, shapes and colors.

And there, in the very middle, as if pointing at the door, lay the pride of her collection: Long John Silver.

She called it that not only because of its outstanding length but because of its shining mirror-finish. It looked like a long, slim silver bullet, and she loved to use it and loved even more when He used it on her, no matter where He put it. Something about the texture of the warm metal, which was etched with fine grooves, combined with the unique frequencies of its vibrations, got to her like nothing else in her collection.

She leaned forward slightly so she could her face in it, the reflection stretched and distorted as if in a funhouse mirror. Oh god, she hoped He'd use it this time!

She pictured Him striding through the doorway and just standing there, looking at her, as he often did, enjoying the sight of her waiting to serve Him, smiling slightly as he saw that everything was exactly as he'd instructed. Then as a reward, Jenny thought, maybe He'd pick up Long John—she reached down with one hand—and silently hold it in front of her face like this, as if asking if this was what she wanted

Jenny stared at it, and into it, hypnotized. He would see in her eyes that it was, then He would switch it on, like this, and crouch down, and as she watched slowly ease it beneath the elastic of her panties, the metal warming against her abdomen as the vibrations went deeper and deeper within her. She could feel it nosing, snakelike, through the curly jungle of her pubic hair to just touch her clitoris...

Jenny shivered and closed her eyes. And maybe then, when Long John was firmly nestled between her legs he would stand up and with no further preliminaries take out His cock and begin to fuck her mouth like this.... She put two fingers in her mouth and began sliding them in and out. Oh god yes, using her as His fuck-toy! She moaned and began jamming her fingers more deeply into her mouth and down her throat...

She felt it more than heard it, the sudden change in the air. Her eyes flew open, and she gasped. There He was, standing in the open doorway, looking at her, just as she'd pictured it.

...Except that He wasn't smiling.

His expression, as near as she could tell because of the dark glasses he was wearing, was completely blank. Icy.

Oh shit, she thought. Trembling, moving with excruciating slowness as if trying not to attract the attention of a wild animal, she removed her fingers from her mouth and replaced her hand behind her head. But she didn't dare try to remove Long John, still humming away and still extremely visible for several inches above her panties, never mind the lengthy bulge it was creating inside them...or the large wet spot spreading out just beneath it.

There was absolutely nothing she could do or say at this point. She could only wait for the consequences.

Which were not long in coming.

For a moment He simply continued to stand there, arms crossed, a somewhat pale, muscular figure. He was all in black, from boots and jeans to sleeveless tee-shirt. That His eyes were hidden made his presence even more intimidating. He seemed to be staring straight into her eyes but there was no way to tell, and Jenny had to steel herself not to look away. She felt as if the gravity in the room had increased ten-fold, that she would be unable to move again until He released her. And despite the fact that Long John was still humming mindlessly against her the wet spot between her legs now felt cold and clammy.

She waited.

At length, He stepped forward, over the implements arrayed before her, to stand between her outstretched thighs. Then He reached up with one hand and grasped her ponytail. Oh fuck, thought Jenny, I didn't even take my hair down! –just before He jerked her head sideways so that she fell sprawling across the neatly arranged collection of restraints. He did this without releasing his grip on her ponytail, so that she wound up on her back, gasping.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw him bend down to pick up something from the floor. Then she was being dragged by her ponytail, her scalp on fire, across the scattered sex-toys.

And out the door of her apartment.

He dragged her across the hallway to the wooden balustrade which enclosed the stairwell. He pulled her up by her ponytail until she was again in a kneeling position, facing the doorway to her apartment. He released her hair, then reached down and seized her wrists. He opened a bracelet of the handcuffs He'd picked up and snapped it over her right wrist, then ran the chain and remaining bracelet between the wooden railings behind her head, wrapping the chain several times before imprisoning her remaining wrist--trapping her hands behind her head. 

He shoved her knees apart roughly with his boot.

He reached down and carefully removed the elastic that held her ponytail, then gently smoothed and arranged her hair with His fingers until it fell lightly to her shoulders, framing her face the way He liked it. He stepped back, as if to admire His work. She was now posed precisely the as he had instructed her. Even her mouth was open—not out of conscious obedience but because it was the only way she could breathe. Because she was terrified. Oh god, she was chained to the railings outside her apartment, where anyone could see her, wearing nothing but her bra and panties!

And, it might be added, with a large, humming silver dildo hanging lopsidedly out of those panties, miraculously still held there by the elastic. She saw Him look at it. Watched Him reach down and remove it. He held it up in front of her face, just as she'd imagined him doing—except that the top few inches were now so smeared with her juices that she couldn't see herself.

Oh, and she had pictured Him looking into her eyes and smiling...not grimly silent and hidden behind His shades. Nevertheless He unintentionally continued her fantasy by crouching down—but unlike her fantasy he didn't slide it teasingly down her abdomen. He yanked the elastic of her panties out and down and roughly shoved the dildo between her legs, so that its head went right past her vagina, right past her behind and came to rest above her crossed feet, making a protruding bulge in the back of her panties. He then pulled the elastic up and let it snap back into place—causing a sizable, vibrating length of Long John to nestle between Jenny's buttocks ...and the identically humming handle to press firmly between her legs.

She groaned aloud—then suddenly remembering where she was instinctively tried to muffle her mouth with her hand but succeeded only in jerking against the handcuffs and bruising her wrist. Which at least turned her groan into a gasp.

She would gladly have begged him to stop if she thought there was any chance she might succeed—but she knew better. This was her third failure...and three was definitely not the charm in this case.

As Long John's vibrations rippled up through her like waves of pure heat she watched, through quivering, half-closed eyelids, as He stepped back once again. He stared at her through his dark glasses.

After a long moment he gave a slight nod, as if satisfied with his work.

Then he turned and went back into her apartment.

And closed the door behind him.

Oh my god, He's just going to leave me here like this, Jenny thought, beginning to hyperventilate. She thought desperately. It was the middle of a weekday afternoon—her neighbors must be at work—she hoped—but even so they had to come home eventually. She didn't know any of them well but she knew what they looked like and in an instant each and every one of them made an imaginary appearance at the top of the stairs, or made their way down from the floor above. How could she possibly explain?

She closed her eyes in despair. She could see them all there—even Mrs. Healy, the landlady—standing in a semi-circle around her, staring at her expectantly. Well, Jenny imagined herself saying, I was in my apartment, waiting for my Master to arrive and I was supposed to be posed like this, you see, but I got distracted imagining Him putting this dildo down my panties and then putting His cock in my mouth so I wasn't ready the way I was supposed to be so this is how He's punishing me, and that's only fair, don't you agree?

In her mind's eye the neighbors all nodded understandingly. But then one of them, the pretty-looking guy she'd always assumed was gay, stepped forward. She imagined him reaching down, grasping Long John's handle through the fabric of her panties, and beginning to wiggle it slowly back and forth, back and forth, its motion separating the cheeks of her behind and rubbing between her legs.

Ooooo.... Jenny felt her hips begin to sidle back and forth, simulating that motion. Mmmm... She saw the pretty boy smile wickedly at her and felt him gradually change his motion—felt Long John sliding slowly between her lips and thrusting out between her buttocks, saw the rest of her neighbors smile and nudge each other as she started lifting her hips to meet each thrust, faster and faster, her mouth open and her tongue hanging out...

It was the sigh that stopped her cold. It was a sigh of deep exasperation. Her eyes flew open. There He was, standing in the open doorway—holding a chair from the kitchen, for some reason.

Jenny held herself rigidly still, not daring to even bring her tongue back into her mouth. She watched, panic-stricken, as He turned and carefully set the chair down just inside the doorway then came to stand directly in front of her.

And unzipped His pants.

Oh god, thought Jenny, He's going to put it in my mouth after all! Out here!

But she was wrong.

When He had His cock out and it was standing firmly erect in front of her face, He abruptly shoved three fingers into her open mouth, swabbed them roughly around on her tongue and in her cheeks then began applying the saliva He'd gathered there to the shaft of his cock. He did this several times, until his entire cock was shiny with her spit, and her lipstick was smeared all around her mouth.

Then he began to masturbate.

Jenny watched Him like a child outside the candy store window, her glance shifting rapidly back and forth between His face--still utterly blank except for a clenching of the jaw muscles--and his pumping fist. Oh, if she only dared to stick her tongue out just a little further, if He would just let her have a little taste of the sweat on His balls while He stroked Himself!

But she got more than that, as she knew she would. When she heard His breathing double its pace and saw His teeth beginning to clench she knew enough to turn her face up to Him and hold her mouth open as wide as she possibly could. And a moment later she heard Him hiss between His teeth and gasp...and she watched His come spurt high into the air and rain down onto her face and into her waiting mouth.




Jenny Ch. 01



Ahhh...the taste of His come on her tongue! Stressed out as she was (and, she had to admit, aroused as well) by her punishment and the accompanying terror of being discovered handcuffed to the railings outside her apartment in just her bra and panties—and now with His come all over her face—the acrid, salty taste of Him was as familiar and comforting as chicken soup.

She knew better than to swallow without permission, of course. But she could feel a precious drop or two poised on the very back of her tongue and while He was still recovering from his orgasm allowed herself to quickly tilt her head back just the tiniest fraction more...and felt a small but satisfying trickle make its way down her throat.

But it was if she had swallowed an infinitesimal depth-charge. Between the erotic stimulation of watching Him masturbate and then come all over her and the vibrations of the tireless Long John between her legs she felt an eruption beginning to rumble inside her, starting deep within and sending bolts of electricity up her spine like lightning in reverse. Oh god, she was going to come! No! If she came without permission, especially after everything else that had happened, she had no idea what he'd do! At the very least he would write her off, probably just turn and go and leave her handcuffed there for somebody else to find!

She clamped down with everything she had, imagined herself immersed in Arctic waters, concentrated on the pain in her jaw, shoulders, knees and ankles...

And slowly, like a wave that rises and then subsides without breaking she felt the near-orgasm slowly settle and then vanish, leaving only a quivering sensation in the pit of her stomach.

Had He seen? She had a large spatter of come over her right eye but opening her left she saw Him looking down-- putting his cock away and zipping up his jeans. Oh, thank God, He hadn't noticed! But now what?

He turned away from her without a glance, and for one horrified moment Jenny was convinced that He was going to just walk down the stairs and out the door. But then He completed the turn, walked back to the chair sitting in her doorway and down in it, facing her. He sat up straight, His hands folded in his lap.

He stared at her from behind his dark glasses.

At first Jenny thought He was expecting her to do something and she tried frantically to think of what it might be—what could she do, handcuffed to the railings? But then she realized that He was simply watching her. And waiting. Oh god, He was not only going to leave her there to be discovered by the next person who came up the stairs, He was going to watch it happen!

Five minutes went by, during which Jenny was conscious only of three things: the absolute necessity of keeping still, with her eyes open and focussed on Him; the slow, almost glacial movement of His come as it continued to run down her face, taking a lot of her make-up with it, dripping off her chin and onto her breasts--and of course the now-tortuous humming of Long John between her legs and buttocks.

Ten minutes.

Jenny felt as if she had been frozen into this tableau forever. Her joints were in agony. She almost wished that someone would come up the stairs, just to get it over with.

Assuming that He would let her go after just one...

Fifteen minutes.

Twenty.

Jenny had no idea what time it was. She guessed about four-thirty. Was she going to have to remain here like this until people started coming home from work after five? She knew she couldn't possibly last that long without keeling over.

And so, apparently, did He because a moment later He abruptly stood up and came over to her. He stood looking down at her, considering...then reached behind her head and unfastened her wrists from their shackles.

Oh god, sweet relief! She felt her shoulders creak as He took hold of her wrists and gently lowered her arms, then slowly pulled her forward until she was resting on all fours. Ahhh...her knees, her ankles...released! She wanted to bend down and kiss His boot—would have, gladly, if He'd indicated that He wanted her to.

But He was busy removing the handcuffs from the railings. Then, almost as an afterthought, He reached down the back of her panties and plucked Long John from its hiding place, the sudden absence of vibration between her legs startling a gasp from Jenny. He switched it off and carried it, along with the cuffs, back into her apartment, grabbing the chair as he went.

Gritting her teeth against the pins-and-needles of returning circulation, Jenny flexed her aching joints as much as she could without actually moving from the position He'd left her in. She was taking no chances. Was her punishment over? Would He return and beckon her back into the apartment?

A moment later He did return...

But He was carrying her collar and leash.

As He fastened the red leather collar around her neck, being careful not to get it tangled in her hair, Jenny wondered if he was going to lead her back into the apartment. Even if it was for more punishment she wouldn't mind so much—just so long as it was behind closed doors!

He took hold of the end of the leash and tugged gently until she began to crawl towards Him. He started walking—backwards, so that he would still be facing her. He led her towards the doorway...

...Then He turned away from her. And led her over to the stairs.

Then down them.

He took his time, allowing her to maintain her balance as she crawled awkwardly down the stairs, head-first, her long blonde hair falling around her face–some of it sticking to the remaining semen there-- and making it difficult to see where she was putting her hands.

As she descended towards the first floor, not daring to think about where He might be leading her, for some reason Jenny found her attention drawn to the soap-opera voices and music emanating from Mrs. Healy's apartment.

"You don't love me. You've never loved me!" is what she heard as she was led toward Mrs. Healy's door. It was a deep, masculine voice—a little like His, she thought distantly. It sounded angry, and Jenny felt as if the voice were somehow accusing her. The voice that replied, however, was feminine, warm and confident, and seemed to brush the accusations away with a smile, as the music began to soar. "How little you know me after all this time," Jenny heard as she passed the door. "Don't you know I'd do anything for you? Anything at all?"

The dialogue continued, but Jenny was no longer paying attention. He had opened the door that led into the tiny foyer, which led in turn to the front door of the building, which of course led...

Outside.

That was why He had given up waiting for someone to come home, she realized, her mouth suddenly dry. He was going to complete her punishment by taking her...out there.

As she followed him into the foyer, the rough matting there prickling her hands and knees and the tops of her feet, He reached back and closed the door behind her. She was now facing the front door, an old-fashioned one with a large inset glass panel painted with the address-numbers in gold at the top. She could see out, past the concrete stoop and the three steps leading down to the sidewalk, to the street.

It was a residential area, and the traffic was not plentiful at this time of day. But anyone walking by who happened to glance in could see her—a pretty blonde woman, make-up smeared, hair in disarray and wearing nothing but a lavender bra and panties--on her hands and knees, a collar around her neck and a leash being held by an ominous-looking man in black clothing and dark glasses.

He wouldn't really make her go outside, though, would He? She dared to hope that He was only doing this to frighten her, and looked up at Him, her eyes begging for mercy.

He responded with a toss of His chin, indicating that she was to open the door, and her heart sank.

But then she rallied herself and set her mouth in a determined line. She would show Him that even though she sometimes made mistakes she was entirely His, to use as He saw fit. And if she had to crawl all the way around the block in her underwear, wearing a collar and leash, to prove it, then she would.

"Don't You know I'd do anything for You? Anything at all? "was the last thought in her mind as she reached up, twisted the brass doorknob and pushed the door open...

...Only to have His hand close over hers and pull it firmly shut again. She glanced up at him, startled...

And for the first time that day saw the faintest hint of a smile on His face—just before he turned and opened the door behind her.

Then He knelt down and gathered her up into His arms, rose to His feet and began carrying her back up the stairs.

And as He carried her across the threshold of her apartment as if she were a bride (a bride already mostly undressed for the honeymoon, but nevertheless), Jenny knew she had been forgiven.

Even if He did crouch down and grab her largest wooden paddle before carrying her into the bedroom. 



Jenny Ch. 01



Arriving home from work, my house was dark and empty, just as it had been every night for the last two years. Rather than go inside, I sat in one of the comfortable wicker chairs that I had on my porch, looking out over the familiar landscape before me, and reflected on my loneliness. My life had not always been this way, and was once filled with love and happiness. Not that long ago, my home had been filled with kids and laughter, and a wife whom I adored. Now, my home was empty and dark, filled with silence and loneliness. As I did every evening, I watched the day fade away, and reflected on the path that had led me to this pit of despair. 

Like many people, I had married right after high school. Lisa and I were the perfect couple, madly in love and seemingly made for each other. At least for the first few years, that is pretty much how it was. We did everything together. We read the same books, enjoyed the same movies, and had the same friends. We made love often and with great variety, and cherished our time together. Our relationship was admired and envied by many.

In the natural course of events, we had children. First, a boy who we named Nathan. He was all boy, always on the run, always testing his limits. He excelled at everything that he tried, from sports to academics. He was followed by a sister, Wendy. Wendy was the quiet one, always thinking, never in a hurry. Once she made up her mind, you had best get out of her way, but she would never be pushed into anything before she was ready. Wendy also excelled in school, but had little interest in sports. Finally came Sarah, our last. Sarah was our socialite, making friends with ease and always accompanied by a gaggle of followers. She was not the most academic, but her people skills were off the chart.

As our kids grew, and, of course, dominated our lives, Lisa and I began to grow apart. I didn't think much of it, thinking that it was part of the natural progression that relationships go through when lives are consumed by raising children and pursuing careers. We were both happy, but found that we spent more time apart than together, while our interests began to change. By the time Nathan graduated from high school and joined the Navy, our love making had dwindled from the several times a week in our early years to a few times a year. 

2 years later, Wendy graduated and went off to college in another state, on a full academic scholarship. With only one child left at home, our lives began to quiet down, but we still seemed to be moving in different orbits. By this time, we rarely made love, and found few interests in common. Our house was rarely empty, though, as Sarah always seemed to have friends over. Some of her friends seemed to spend more time at our house than at their own, not surprising considering how many kids these days have single parents or dysfunctional families at home. I accepted the role of surrogate father to some of Sarah's friends, and they all knew that they could call me at any time if they needed help, or even just a ride home.

When Sarah graduated, she also headed off to college, although an instate school only a half days drive away. I loaded her things in my truck and drove her to the city, where she already had an apartment with two friends for roommates. After getting her settled, I headed back home to our now empty nest. When I arrived home, Lisa was waiting for me. Her bags were packed, and she informed me that she had accepted a promotion and was transferring back east to be near her mother. I was stunned, but after talking it over we both admitted that we had little in common anymore. Now that the kids were gone, neither of us could offer any reason to stay together. We agreed to part as friends, and arranged for an attorney friend to handle the details. She left that night.

Two days later, her company sent a moving van to pack up her stuff. I let her take most of the furniture and household goods, while I kept the appliances and my personal things. Over the next few months, we sold our home and divided the property, all through our attorney. To this day, I have not seen or spoken to Lisa since that day when Sarah went away to college. That was two years ago.

After the divorce was final, I took my part of the property settlement and bought a small farm house in the country. The house was old and worn, but had a great view of the countryside from the front porch. It also sat at the end of the road, offering the quiet solitude I desired. With 50 fast approaching, my kids out of the nest, and the only woman that I had ever loved gone, I felt empty and hollow. My entire life had revolved around marriage and family, and now I had neither, or so I felt. For the first time since I was a kid, I had no idea where I was headed.

I kept busy, filling my time with work and fixing up the house. Most of my friends were married, and, while they kept in touch, I no longer fit in with their couple's activities. I did have a good job that I enjoyed, working as a manager at an engineering firm. My job provided not only income, but a much needed focal point for my life. With little else to distract me, I threw myself into my work. My bosses and coworkers praised my work, but also tried to steer me back into a social life. Oh, I did try dating, but my heart just wasn't in it, and I eventually stopped trying. My life became work, and working on the house. Nothing else mattered. Even my kids noticed, and over time their phone calls and visits became less frequent. I became comfortable in my solitude. Intellectually, I knew this was unhealthy, but I could not muster the desire to change. I rejected all attempts to help, claiming that I was fine, while I sank deeper into despair.

So, here I sat on my porch, watching the sun set. I enjoyed sunsets, for they marked the end of another day of emptiness while mirroring how I felt about my life. "Breathe deep the gathering gloom..." went the old Moody Blues song. "Watch lights fade from every room." I now lived my life for today, rarely planning beyond tomorrow, and could never shake the feeling of gathering gloom. Well, I thought, "another day's useless energy is spent." Tomorrow was Saturday, and the beginning of a long weekend. The back porch needed some repair, and the yard needed mowing. Enough to get me through another day. I was still planning the day when life threw me a curve.

My phone rang. I looked at the display, and did not recognize the number. I frowned, and considered ignoring it, but decided that I had nothing better to do, so I hit Send and said hello.

"Mr. D?" came the voice, somehow familiar.

"Yes, this is Mr. Daniels." I answered. I heard a sob on the other end, and voices in the background. "Mr. D, this is Jenny. Jenny McPherson, Sarah's friend. I am sorry to call you, but I need help, and I couldn't think of anyone else to call." The pain in her voice was clear over the phone.

"Yes, Jenny, of course I remember you. Are you all right?"

"No, Mr. D, I am at the hospital, and you always told us to call if we ever needed anything. Please, could you come and get me?" I could hear tears in her voice, tears of pain and desperation.

"Jenny, of course I will come. I will be there in a half hour."

"Thank you." she sobbed, and then hung up. 

I had no idea what was up, but knew that she would not have called if it was not serious, so I headed into town. The drive was not far, only about 10 miles, just long enough to reflect on a time gone by, a time when my house was full of laughter and teenage girls. Jenny was one of Sarah's closest friends, and a frequent visitor during those happier days. She was always the rebellious one, perhaps because of her home life. Her father had left before she was born, and her mother had a seemingly endless stream of men until she finally remarried. Her step father was no better than her father, from what I could tell. Although I never had the impression that he bothered Jenny, her mother always seemed to have bruises, and a haunted look in her eyes. 

When Jenny needed fatherly advice, she came to me, and knew that when things got bad at home she could always stay with us. More than once, she would knock on my door late at night, with tears in her eyes and a silent plea in her expression. I would send her up to Sarah's room, where she could find peace. I had not seen her in over two years, but remembered her as tall and very pretty. I was not surprised when she ran away at 17 with her boy friend, escaping from her miserable home to strike out on her own. Soon after, my own life fell apart, and I had not heard from or seen her since. With my mind full of memories and questions, I pulled into the local hospital's parking lot.

Inside, I talked to the admitting clerk and was directed to the emergency room. Now, I was worried. After being let in, a nurse directed me to a room down the hall, where I found Jenny and a Sheriff's deputy. The deputy, a young lady who I remembered as a friend of Nathan's, greeted me at the door.

"Mr. Daniels, I am glad you could come. Jenny is going to be OK, but she was assaulted by her boy friend. We have him in a holding cell, and I expect that he will be staying with us for quite some time. This is not the first time he has beat her up, and the judge has little patience for that sort of thing. Unfortunately, Jenny has no one else to turn to, as her step father will not let her come home. You were more of a father to her than he ever was, so when I asked her if there was anyone who she could call, she didn't hesitate to call you. Keep that in mind when you go in."

She opened the door and ushered me into the room. Jenny was sitting on the bed in a hospital gown, still crying. When she looked up, she ran over and threw her arms around me, sobbing into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, and just let her cry, saying "It's OK now, Jenny. I'm here now. Every things going to be OK."

While she dampened my shirt, I noticed something was between us. It took me a moment to realize what it was. Jenny was pregnant! Not huge, but there was a pronounced baby bump nestled against my lower abdomen. What kind of slime would beat a pregnant girl, I wondered? I looked over Jenny to the deputy, and saw her smiling back at me. I found out later that she knew about my life changes, and was not sure that I would respond when Jenny called. Seeing me hugging Jenny, and offering soothing words, she knew that I would help. Much later, she confided that she had also hoped that Jenny might help me as well. Susan Randall was the deputy's name. I knew I always liked that girl.

Jenny finally quieted down, and released her tight grip on me. As she pulled back, she met my gaze, and I got my first good look at her. She still had long, brown hair, and beautiful brown eyes. Both eyes were black, indicating a broken nose, and her lip was swollen and cut. She had a massive bruise on the left side of her face, and I could see strangle marks about her neck. It was a good thing that her "boyfriend" was locked up, or I would have been tempted to do bodily harm to the little punk. Jenny managed a bit of a smile as she saw my reaction, almost as if she was reading my mind. 

After another quick hug, she turned to go back to her bed. As she did so, I got a quick flash of her round, bare ass as her gown swirled open in the back. As quick as it happened, it was over as she turned and sat on the bed, once again looking into my eyes and giving me a brief smile. I definitely hoped that she was not reading my mind this time.

Jenny, Susan, and I chatted for a bit while waiting for the doctor, with Jenny holding my hand the entire time. It was almost as if she was afraid that if she let go I would go away. When the doctor came in, he looked questioningly at me, but Susan explained that I was Jenny's guardian, so he proceeded to give the results of his tests. Jenny would be fine, after some time to heal, and the baby was OK. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief at that. The doctor made an appointment for Jenny to come back in a few days for a follow up, and prescribed rest and quiet in the meantime. After the doctor left, Susan and I went outside the room to allow Jenny to dress.

"Is it OK for Jenny to stay with you for awhile?" Susan asked.

"Yes, I have a spare room that she can use, and it is definitely quiet around my place." I replied.

"That is great!" Susan said. "What she needs now is rest, and someone she trusts to talk to. I don't know how much you know about her after she left home, but this it the third time she has ended up in the hospital. The other two times, I could not get her to press charges, but this time she did. With that creep's previous record, I expect that he will get at least two years up at state. Jenny will need to testify when the trial comes up, but we both know how determined she can be. Now that she has made up her mind, I don't expect any problems in that area."

"Well, anything that I can do to help, you can count on me. What about her medical expenses?" I ask.

"The county will cover her medical expenses for now, and I can arrange her to see a representative from our Family Services department about help with the pregnancy." Susan said. "Bring her by the office to see me after her doctor's visit next week and we can work out the details." With that, she gave me her card, and surprised me with a quick hug and peck on the cheek. She then left to get back to work.

Jenny came out, dressed in those flowery scrubs that the nurses wear. She had come in dressed in pajamas, but the nurses cut them off during her initial exam. Since she had no clothes, the nurse had given her a set of scrubs to wear home. Jenny held my hand as they pushed her out in a wheel chair. While Jenny and the nurse waited at the door, I got my truck and drove up to the loading zone. Once Jenny was settled into the passenger seat, we headed home. She was quiet, and spent the few minutes of the drive looking out her window. She seemed to be thinking, so I let her be.

When we got home, I helped her inside. It only took a couple of minutes to show her around my small house. Living room, dining room (my office, really), kitchen and a bathroom down stairs, and bedrooms upstairs. When I bought the house, there were three small bedrooms upstairs, typical of an old farm house. I knocked out the wall between the two smaller bedrooms and made a bigger master bedroom out of the space. I also added a walk in closet for myself, and a smaller closet for the guest bedroom. Since there was no bathroom upstairs, I added a small one between the two bedrooms. This little project took me several months working by myself, but I was proud of the results. I showed Jenny where "her" room was, where to find towels and such, and then we headed downstairs.

One immediate problem was that she had nothing to wear beyond what she had on. I found a T shirt and a pair of boxers that I thought she could sleep in for tonight, and made plans to call Susan in the morning to see about going to her boyfriend's place to get her things. After that, I fixed us a couple of sandwiches for a late dinner. Jenny ate like she was starving, telling me she had not eaten since morning, and it was now nearing midnight. When she finished, I took the dishes to the kitchen and brought back a couple of ginger ales. While she sipped on one, I waited patiently, knowing that when she was ready she would talk.

"I'm sorry, Mr. D. I never meant for any of this to happen." she began, with tears forming in her eyes. "I know this is a huge bother for you. I will never be able to make this up to you, but I will sure try."

"Jenny, none of this is your fault, and you certainly are not a bother. You have always been like family to me. You are welcome to stay here as long as you need. This house has been too quiet, and I will enjoy the company." I said. She looked somewhat relieved, but still had not said what was really on her mind. I could see the wheels turning, as if she was trying to work up the courage to tell me how she had come to this point in her life. Finally, she took a deep breath and began to let it out.

Jenny had left home at 17 when she could no longer take watching her mother being abused by her step dad. As I had surmised, he never touched Jenny, but was both physically and verbally abusive to her mother, mostly when he was drinking. Jenny was not in love with her boyfriend at the time, but when he asked her to move in with him, she jumped at the chance to get away from home. At first, her boyfriend was nice, and she was happy. 

She graduated from high school with her class that year, and was trying to figure out some way to go to college. That is when things began to sour. Her boyfriend had never even graduated high school, and made fun of her desire to go to college. He became jealous, wanting to know where she was and who she talked to. She could no longer see her friends, as he would grow angry if he found out that she had talked to anyone. He would check her phone, and throw a fit if he found that she had called anyone, or taken any calls. He also began to abuse her, first verbally, and finally physically. Tears were falling freely now as she opened up to me.

When she became pregnant a few months ago, he went off the deep end. He blamed her for getting pregnant, saying that she was trying to trap him into marriage. He began to beat her often, calling her terrible names. He told her that she was a "fat ugly sow", no longer good for anything. He forced her to give him blow jobs, but refused to have anything else to do with her sexually, saying that he couldn't stand to look at her, much less fuck her. 

Twice neighbors called the police to report him beating her, but she would refuse to press charges, saying that it was her fault, that she was clumsy and had fallen down. Without her cooperation, the police could do little more than give the scumbag a warning. Finally, this morning, it reached a boiling point. Jenny was nauseous from morning sickness, and refused when he demanded a blow job before going to work. He flew into a rage and began beating her, breaking her nose, hitting her with his fists. When the police arrived, he had her down on the floor choking her. They pulled him out of the house, hand cuffed him, and took him away. Deputy Susan called an ambulance and took Jenny to the hospital. Jenny had had enough, and told Susan everything.

I listened, letting her get it out without interruption. She was crying, but I could see the determination in her face as well. When she finally finished, I moved over to sit with her on the couch, and she immediately fell into my arms, once again sobbing into my chest. I held her, letting her cry it out, while stroking her hair and back. I felt emotions coursing through me that I had not felt in two years: Anger, hatred, pain, sorrow, all the feelings that I had denied myself I now let out for her. Tears streamed down my face, tears for her, tears for me. We stayed in our soggy embrace for some time, until I became aware that Jenny's breathing had changed, and she was no longer crying. She had sobbed herself to sleep in my arms.

Not feeling confident enough to try and carry a pregnant girl up the stairs to her bedroom, I stretched her out on the couch and found a pillow and blanket to make her comfortable. Once she was settled, I shut off the lights and headed up to bed. My own emotions were still swirling, and I felt exhausted and spent. In a daze, I undressed and crawled into bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

Gradually, I awoke the next morning, with sunlight streaming in my window and birds singing their morning praise outside. Something was different, but I could not gather enough consciousness to at first figure out what. As my mind cleared, I realized that I was spooned up against someone's back, someone soft and warm. My head was spinning, and I could not seem to get a grasp on where I was or who I was with. When I finally awoke enough to get an eye open, I recognized my bedroom, but could not seem to remember who was sharing my bed. I could see a mass of long, brown hair, and even in my groggy state relished in the warm feeling of the soft body cuddled up against me. With a flash, the events of last night came back, and I realized that it must be Jenny's back that I was snuggled up against. 




Jenny Ch. 01



Almost at once, I realized that I was naked, and, by the feeling of skin on skin, she was as well. Even worse, I had a monster erection, which was currently nestled between her ass cheeks. How did this happen? The last I remembered, she was asleep down on the couch. Alarmed as I was at the thought of this young girl, my youngest daughter's best friend, sleeping naked in my bed, I also could not help feeling great pleasure at the contact of our two bodies. I had not woken in this way in, well, I could not even remember when the last time was. I knew that I should move away and get dressed, but could not help but linger, enjoying the intimate moment. Her breathing was regular, so I assumed that she was still asleep, so I relaxed and held her close for a bit longer, breathing in her scent, relishing in her warmth. My cock felt like iron, and was also enjoying the contact, pulsing with readiness.

After awhile, I also realized that my bladder was more than full, and knew that I would have to get up. I tried to slowly separate from Jenny, hoping to not wake her, but when I tried to lift my arm from around her, I felt her tighten her grip. "Please don't go." she said. "I haven't been held like this for so long. Let me enjoy it for awhile longer."

"Besides," she said, wriggling her butt against my erection, "you seem to be enjoying this as well."

"Jenny, you have no idea how long it has been for me as well, and, yes, I am more than happy to snuggle with a beautiful, naked girl, but my bladder is going to burst any moment now if I don't get to the bathroom." She giggled, and I managed to separate myself, throw on a rob, and head for the door. It took me awhile, as my erection would not cooperate and let me pee. I finally got in the shower and cleaned up, resisting the urge to jack off to relieve myself. When my erection finally faded, I emptied my bladder, got dressed, and headed back to the bedroom. 

Jenny was also up by now, having pulled on the t-shirt and boxers that I had given her last night, and she bee lined to the bathroom as soon as I was out. I made the bed, and headed down to the kitchen. By the time she came down, I had a breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast on the table.

We both attacked the breakfast like we were starving, with no conversation interrupting our task. When the food was all gone and our hunger only partially sated, I brought out some bananas, apples, and grapes. I finished first, and sat back to watch her. I remembered this from her time at our house back in happier days. Jenny eats with, shall we say, enthusiasm. I have never seen anyone eat quite like her. She attacks her food like a predator, and is not the least bit picky. She eats whatever is put in front of her, and enjoys every meal like it is her first, or last. Most kids today are very limited in the foods that they will eat, but not Jenny. I always enjoyed watching her eat, and did so now. When she finally slowed down enough to notice my attention, she blushed.

"I'm sorry, I eat like a pig. Jason, my ex boyfriend, wouldn't even eat with me, saying that I reminded him of a starving wolf. He said that was why I was so fat and ugly."

"Well, Jason is an idiot, so who cares what he thinks?" I said. "You eat like someone who enjoys her meal, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that, especially now, when you are eating for two. Besides, you are not fat, and never have been. You have always been a very beautiful girl."

"Then why have I always been so big? Out of our group of friends growing up, I was always the biggest. How much does Sarah weigh, 120? I weighed 150 even before I got pregnant. Jason was right! I am fat and ugly!" I could see the tears beginning to form, and the last thing I wanted for Jenny was to have her crying her eyes out again.

"Jenny, you are several inches taller than Sarah, and have a bigger frame. So many girls today look like starving models, nothing more than skeletons with skin. Speaking as a guy, many of us simply do not find that anorexic look attractive. Girls are supposed to have curves, and be soft to the touch, not bony. I heard Sarah several times say how much she envied your figure, especially your, uh, breasts. Many girls pay thousands of dollars to get breasts like yours. You should be proud of your figure." I was a bit uncomfortable talking to her about her figure, but in reality I had fantasized about her many times in the past. She was built like a plus sized super model, tall and stacked.

Jenny giggled, and her tears were gone. "Yeah, I remember the other girls all being jealous of my boobs." She said with a new sparkle in her eyes. "I started filling out long before the others, and nothing gets a boys attention more than a nice rack! Even Sarah, as pretty and popular as she was, was jealous of the attention that I could get just by forgetting to wear a bra. I even remember you gawking at them a time or two." Now the sparkle in her eye was obvious, even with her bruises and cuts.

"Ouch! Was I that obvious? Out of all the girls that Sarah brought over to the house, you were the one that caught my eye. Of course, you being my daughter's best friend, I tried hard to be discrete." I said, blushing.

"Oh, you were always the perfect gentleman, no matter how hard I tried to get your attention. Didn't you ever wonder why I never wore a bra when at your house? Why I wore such skimpy little outfits? I had the biggest crush on you. Even Sarah noticed, teasing me about having the hots for her dad. I guess you were the only father figure that I had growing up, and I couldn't help but be attracted to you. You were everything that my father and step dad were not." Now she was the one blushing, while I was wide eyed with astonishment.

"Now, when you are finally single and available, I am fat, beat up, and ugly!" Now, she did start crying again, and got up and fled the room. I sat for a moment, bewildered, before following her out of the kitchen. I caught up with her in the living room, lying on the couch sobbing. I sat beside her, placing my hand on her shoulder in an attempt to calm her down. My mind raced, trying to come up with the words to heal the hurt that she was feeling. She had practically grown up in my home, was almost a daughter to me, and her distress was taking its toll on me. Increasing my inner turmoil was a growing attraction to this beautiful but fragile young lady.

"Jenny, I know that the men in your life have been Grade A assholes, but please believe me when I say that you are now, and always have been, a beautiful girl. Your scars and bruises will heal, but even they cannot hide your personality, wit and charm. Most men would be proud to have you at their side, and the fact that your boyfriend, father, and step dad could not see that just shows what blind fools they really are. Please don't cry. They are all gone from your life now, and can no longer hurt you. I will not let them, and I will never desert you or allow any harm to come to you." 

I was trying to console her, but after two years of emotional numbness, my heart was breaking for what this poor girl had been through. I had watched her grow from a little girl to a beautiful young woman, only now to come to me scarred from her misfortune with the men in her life. At that moment, I would have sold my soul to lessen her pain.

Jenny sat up, her eyes red and puffy from crying, not to mention blackened and bruised from her ordeal. She looked into my eyes, searching for any sign of insincerity or deception, a mixture of longing and fear on her face. If my eyes and face mirrored what I was feeling, she saw only sincerity and concern for her looking back at her. After an extended moment of feeling like she was peering deep into my soul, I saw her face relax, and she once again fell into my arms, but this time no longer crying. She simply wanted to be held and comforted, hardly a burdensome task. I held her, letting her draw comfort and strength from my embrace. After a bit, she relaxed and sat back up.

"I know that you are trying to make me feel better, and I really appreciate your kindness. You were always there for me when I was growing up, and now you are here for me again. I guess that I have always loved you, but now I have no doubt. I know that I am just a little girl to you, running to you crying with a skinned knee like I used to, but I want you to know that my feelings for you are genuine. No matter what happens, I will always love you." Jenny leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips. Not a kiss of lust, but not a quick peck either. When she withdrew, I sat stunned. She must have seen that on my face as well, as she giggled nervously.

"Don't worry, I know that you don't feel that way about me. I just wanted you to know how I felt." she said. "I am not naive enough to believe that you could ever feel attraction to me, not like I feel for you."

"Jenny, I do have feelings for you, but at the moment they are in conflict. You are almost a daughter to me, yet there is more than that. Forgive me, but I will need some time to sort all of this out. The last thing I want to do is cause you more hurt." That much was true. I was in turmoil, with feelings of fatherly protection and love battling with lust and desire. After two years of emotional void, I was nearing overload.

"Well, could we at least go get my things? Or, would you rather that I just continue to run around in your underwear?" she said, with a mischievous grin.

"Yes, I think I can handle that. Let me call Susan and make sure that it is OK to go back to your old apartment." I pulled Susan's card out of my wallet and dialed the number. Susan answered, and I quickly explained what we needed to do. She was off duty, but agreed to meet us there in an hour.

When we arrived, Susan was already there. I waited outside while the two of them went inside to gather Jenny's belongings. It did not take long, as she had little to gather. They came out with a suitcase full of clothes, with the rest stuffed into a couple of trash bags. Besides clothes, Jenny had grabbed a few family pictures, a lamp that her mother had given her, and a small box of jewelery and personal things. After two years with the lout, that was all that she had. While Jenny put the stuff in the truck, I thanked Susan for her help, and then we headed back home.

As we made the drive back out of town, I broached a subject that had been on my mind.

"Jenny, I don't know what your boyfriend said, and quite frankly don't really care, but you must realize that few men feel the way he did. Many of us believe that a woman is never more beautiful, more desirable, than when she is pregnant. You are not fat, or ugly. That baby growing inside you only reinforces your femininity." I have always been attracted to the pregnant form, but was trying to express that in a way to make her feel better about herself without making me out as some sort of dirty old man.

"I have heard that, but have never understood why any man would be attracted to a pregnant woman." she said. "When my boyfriend started calling me ugly and fat, I guess it just reinforced what I was already feeling. Men are so focused on skinny women, something I never was. I was always self conscious about my size, and when I started to show it just got worse. I felt that no man would ever find me attractive again."

She paused and looked at me. "Why would a man find a pregnant woman attractive?" she asked.

"Well, I suppose that men are attracted to pregnant women for a variety of reasons. If you think about it, pregnancy exaggerates the female form. The breasts get bigger, the hips get wider. It is almost like someone turns up the dial on what makes a woman feminine. Add to that the hormonal changes, and many men find pregnant women irresistible."

"Hormonal changes? What do you mean?" she asked, looking puzzled.

"Well, some believe that pregnant women release pheromones to help keep their mate close. I don't know about that, but I do know that at least some women get extremely horny when they are pregnant. Perhaps that changes their behavior, signaling their receptiveness in some sort of subliminal manner. Perhaps some men just are more tuned to that." I explained.

She rode quietly for awhile, lost in thought. Finally, she said "That explains a lot. The last few months, I have thought constantly about sex, which only increased my frustration. I was feeling both horny and unattractive at the same time. No wonder I was a mess." Again, she drifted off into quiet thought.

"Are you one of those men?" She asked after awhile. "Do you find pregnant women attractive?"

Now it was my turn to feel uncomfortable. I decided to go with honesty.

"Yes. I have always been attracted to pregnant women, going back to when I was a kid. Some of the best sex that Lisa and I ever had came when she was pregnant."

After that, Jenny rode in thoughtful silence the rest of the way home.

We got back home in time for lunch. While Jenny was putting her things away, I rummaged in the kitchen for something to eat. I came up with some left over fried chicken, potato salad, chips, and fruit. I laid all of this out on the kitchen table just as Jenny came back down the stairs, dressed now in shorts and a loose, sleeveless top. Of course, she was not wearing a bra, and she smiled when she noticed me looking. We both sat down at the table and dug in.

"That's another thing about being pregnant." she said. "I am hungry all the time, and everything tastes so much better." She said this with her mouth full, as she was attacking her meal with her usual enthusiasm.

"Have you had any cravings?" I asked, enjoying my meal and a show.

She paused to swallow a massive bite of chicken. "Oh, wow, have I ever! I have this particular fantasy about riding on top while...Oh, you mean food cravings! I'm sorry. Must be those hormones again! No, other than being hungry all the time, I don't crave anything in particular." She delivered this with a perfectly straight face, but then giggled when she saw me smile. It was great to see her relax back into the old personality that I remembered.

After we finished, she took the dishes to the sink, washed them, and put them away. I sat at the table, watching, enjoying the scene of domesticity. When I noticed that she was wearing no shoes, I had to chuckle. She noticed, and turned to see what I found so funny. "Bare foot, pregnant, and in the kitchen. Every man's fantasy." I said. I managed to catch the wet dish rag just short of my face.

After the large lunch, I was feeling drowsy, and yawned. Jenny tried unsuccessfully to not follow suit. I said "I could use a nap. How about you?"

"Boy, could I. I haven't slept well in ages." I held out my hand, which she immediately filled with her own. I escorted her up the stairs to my bedroom, where we stretched out on the bed. She quickly snuggled up against me, so that we ended up spooned like the night before. I wrapped my arm around her, holding her close. Within moments, her breathing slowed as she drifted off to sleep.

Although tired myself, I lay awake for awhile, enjoying the closeness. This also gave me some time to think, as I was in a quandary. I could not deny that I liked Jenny, and was very attracted to her. I was also very aware of our age difference. How much of my attraction was due to her vulnerability? I wanted to protect her, care for her, heal her pain. I could understand feeling that way, and saw no reason to deny those urges. Certainly she deserved to be cared for after all she had been through.

What had me worried were the other feelings that were simmering just below the surface. I wanted to do more than just care for her. I wanted her, lusted for her, as I had for no woman since Lisa. That was my problem. In her fragile state, she might very well accept sex with me out of gratitude for coming to her rescue, but I could easily do more harm to her wounded psyche, and I could never forgive myself if that happened. Besides, after so long alone, what I really wanted was a relationship, someone to love, and to love me back. How could that ever be, given our differences in age?

While still pondering this, I drifted off to sleep as well. For two hours, we slept in our embrace.

Jenny awoke first, confused and frightened from waking in a strange place. Once she remembered where she was, she smiled contentedly and pulled my arm closer about her. This woke me as well, and I returned the hug. My hand was across her belly, and I could not resist rubbing and stroking her baby bump. She reacted by wriggling even closer to me, pressing her body up against mine almost from head to toe. She also pulled up her shirt, giving me free access to her swollen abdomen. What is it about stroking a pregnant belly that is so irresistible, so arousing? I immediately became hard, which she responded to by rubbing her ass against my groin. We both moaned from the contact, and she rolled over to face me, bringing her lips to mine for a kiss.

Jenny kissed like she ate, with great enthusiasm, putting her entire body and soul into the act. When she pulled back, I was breathing hard, and any doubts I had were gone. Even if I had wanted to stop, I don't think she would have allowed it. Jenny took control, pulling off my shirt and throwing it off the bed. Next, she pushed me onto my back, and proceeded to undo my belt and pull off my pants, taking my underwear with them. These also ended up on the floor, and she looked at me with an animal passion, a wildness in her face that I had never seen before.

Standing up on the bed, she pulled her top over her head and cast it aside, followed by her shorts. For a moment, she stood over me, now completely naked, and with that feral look in her eyes. One hand strayed down and rubbed her already swollen and wet pussy, stroking her fingers along her opening. After a moment, she moved her hand up to her mouth and licked the juices off her fingers, all the while keeping her eyes locked to mine. My cock twitched, and I swear that I had to concentrate to keep from cuming on the spot.

With a slow grace, Jenny straddled my body, giving me a wonderful view of her pussy, now open and ready, with a full patch of brown hair above, her extended belly, her breasts with huge, dark areola, and her face, still bruised and battered, but with unmistakable lust showing in her features. Kneeling down, she positioned her body over mine, and commenced rubbing her very wet pussy up and down my cock, flattening it against my abdomen. Looking down, I watched her lips separate, wrapping around my shaft, as her pussy slid along my shaft. 

Once again had to concentrate hard to keep from shooting my load at the erotic sight and sensations. She was now moaning, and picked up her pace, rubbing hard on my cock. I could now see her clitoris rubbing directly against my tool, faster and faster as she approached her peak. With a final moan, she climaxed, falling over onto me, seeking out my lips while she still continued her rubbing motion. Her climax lasted a full minute, with her kissing me passionately and still slowly rubbing against me. When she finally came down, she sat up and looked me in the eyes.

"Now you know what I was craving. I have fantasized about humping someone like that for years, but this was the first time I ever actually did it. How did it feel to be my first?" Jenny said, her voice husky and deep.

My mouth moved, but I had a hard time getting any words to come out. Finally, I just said "WOW!" as I could not find the words to express my feelings about what had just happened. Besides, while she had just had a massive orgasm, I was still hard as a rock, and desperate for my own release. Thrusting up with my now very wet midsection, I gave her a subtle hint.

"Now, your turn!" she said, raising up and directing my cock at her opening. Lowering herself down, she enveloped me in one smooth motion.




Jenny Ch. 01



My last sex was now several years in the past, and I had forgotten how hot and marvelous it felt to be buried to the hilt in a wet pussy. Without any delay, Jenny began to hump up and down, driving my cock deep into her with each stroke. She now had that feral look in her eyes again, and was moaning her pleasure as she picked up speed. There was no way that I was going to last long like this, as I could already feel a building urge to unload inside her. Reaching down, I began to rub my thumb on her clit, now fully extended.

I had never seen a clit the size of hers, easily an inch in length, and as big around as my finger. I rubbed it in rapid circles, pushing her over the edge into another body shaking orgasm. This time, I joined her, feeling my cock let loose a torrent of semen into her depths. Once again, she collapsed on top of me, kissing and moaning her way through her spasms. This time, as our climaxes subsided, we simple held each other, kissing gently while our breathing gradually returned to normal. Knowing that her knees must be hurting, I rolled us onto our sides, with me still inside her. We lay like that for a while, until my softening cock finally plopped out of her. With a final kiss, I rose and, taking her hand, led her to the shower.

It had been a very long time since I had showered with a woman, and I will freely admit that I enjoyed the experience immensely. We slowly soaped each other, taking pleasure in the contact, rubbing our slippery bodies together. My cock, still fresh from battle, rose again, not bad for my age. Feeling sated for the moment, though, we simple rubbed and played, but did not try to go any further. That I have tried, and making love in the shower is both difficult and dangerous, especially when one is pregnant. We rinsed off, toweled each other dry, wrapped ourselves in robes, and headed downstairs. Without even looking at the clock, we both knew that it was dinner time.

Heading into the kitchen, we both rummaged around, looking for something to eat. I had not expected company, so my stock was a bit low. Tomorrow, we would have to hit the store!

What we ended up with was an assortment. I brought out some apples, which I cut up into slices. I also sliced some nice sharp cheddar, peeled some carrots, and opened a can of salmon. To this, I added a variety of crackers, and opened a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc. Seeing that, Jenny protested.

"That's not fair! I can't have any wine, why can you?" she cried in her little girl's voice.

"Because I am not of the pregnant persuasion, that's why." I said, pouring myself a healthy glass. "There is some juice in the frig for you." Jenny opened the frig, and found a bottle of limeade that I keep on hand for mixing. She poured herself a big glass of that, and we gathered up our feast and took it out to the front porch. I have two very comfortable wicker chairs on the porch, with a matching table in between. We laid out the food on the small table, and kicked back to enjoy the meal.

Looking out from my porch, one sees my front yard, with two big pine trees, and rolling countryside beyond. There are no houses or other signs of civilization visible, only hills, trees, and meadows. Horses can be seen grazing in the distance, but I am far enough off the beaten path that even traffic noise does not reach our ears. The only sounds are the wind in the trees, and various birds. Well, not quite. I also hear Jenny munching away at her meal, not in a loud or annoying manner, just crunching away with her usual zeal.

After awhile, she says "You know, I have never lived in the country. I could easily get used to this."

"I have lived both in the city and the country, and as far as I am concerned, there is no comparison. In town, you are immersed in noise. Traffic noise, sirens, the neighbors yelling at each other, it never ends. Out here, you hear nature, and little else. If you hear a car, it is because someone is coming up your drive. There is no one within sight, so we have privacy. If we wish to sit out here naked, or make love under a tree in the yard, no one will see or interrupt, other than maybe a squirrel or bird." I said.

"Make love under a tree, huh? I could definitely get used to this." she said, now with a twinkle in her eye and a grin on her still bruised lips. After another period of quiet, during which she concentrated on her eating again, she looked at me with a serious expression on her face. "What happened between you and Lisa, Mr. D?"

"Jenny, after what has happened between us, I think it is OK if you call me Josh from now on." I said, bringing a smile to her face. Even with her mangled face, my heart lit up.

"I have been asking myself that question for the last two years, and I am not sure that I have the answer. Over the years, we were so busy with our jobs and the kids that we just didn't seem to have much time or energy for ourselves. Our sex and intimacy dwindled and finally disappeared, and towards the end we just had little in common any more. When Sarah left, I guess our last reason to stay together left with her. Lisa moved back east to be near her mother, and I didn't even try to hold her back. I felt lost without her, but I couldn't think of any reason for her to stay, either. I moved out here, and have spent the last two years trying to put my life back together. Mostly, I just worked and existed. My life was empty, but I didn't know what was missing. How do you find something you have lost if you can't even figure out what it is? So, I worked at my job, worked on the house, and waited, hoping, that somehow I would get my life back in order."

I paused for a moment, looking out at the darkening countryside. "In just one short day, you have had more impact on my life than the last two years combined. It almost feels like my heart has reawakened from a long slumber. You came here seeking help and refuge, and I gladly offer that, but you have helped me far more than I could ever hope to help you."

Jenny was looking at me with eyes filled with tears. Without a word, she got up and came into my lap. Putting her arms around my neck, she peered deep into my eyes, then kissed me, not wantonly, but gently, lovingly. She then laid her head on my shoulder, and we sat that way while the sun set and the colors drained from the world.



Jenny Ch. 01



This story was originally published in 2007 as Quartet, Jenny. It has been edited and improved (I hope). I'll let you, the reader, be the judge of its quality.

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On a particularly warm, sunny Saturday afternoon in July, Tom Blanton met Jenny McGuire at Ingrid and Steve Inhalt's house party. It was a small party with only eighteen invited guests. The excuse was the sixth anniversary of the completion of the renovation of their house. Of course the builders, Tony Blanton, sons Tom and Vinnie were invited, along with their families. 

Vinnie begged off, claiming a pre-arranged date with a new girlfriend. Tony and Louise accepted, as did Tom, albeit with no partner. Brant Cardmann, the architect of the renovation, and his wife, Julianna, came as did several of the Inhalt's neighbors. 

Ingrid and Steve were popular in the neighborhood since they had supported a fight to stop a strip of condominiums being built along the edge of the ridge below, virtually spoiling the south-west view for the area residents. 

George McConnell, Steve's partner in the sailboat 'Matron of the Sea,' came along as did Jennifer McGuire, Ingrid's friend and interior decorating consultant. Jenny, as everyone called her, was also a "single." 

Tom and Jenny were introduced by Ingrid, who in very unsubtle fashion made sure each knew the other was unattached. The two chuckled politely at Ingrid's transparency, but weren't uncomfortable. Jenny had seen Tom around the village, and knew that he was the heir-apparent to his father's successful construction and renovation business. 

Tom had seen Jenny at the New Classics furniture store where she worked. She had sold some new living room and bedroom pieces to Tom's parents over the past few years. While Tom had also purchased items at the store, he had been looked after by another of the sales consultants. 

The two chatted politely for a few minutes and then circulated among the other guests for the next hour or so. When the food was brought out, they both sought out a chair, and as luck would have it, they found themselves sitting beside each other.

Jenny McGuire was a twenty-nine-year-old divorcee from an early marriage. She was five foot six inches tall and a nicely sculptured one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She had dark brown hair cut above the shoulder and simply styled. Her complexion showed a light tan on her face and arms, highlighting her most remarkable feature; her dark brown, almost black, eyes. She was attractive without being beautiful. Pretty was the word most people used to describe her. 

Jenny had an eight year old daughter, Nicole, from her brief marriage. They lived in a rented house on the eastern edge of the village. She began working at the furniture store before she was married, and had risen from "gopher" status through the ranks to senior consultant. The product of her efforts was her ability to command a nice salary plus commissions. 

There was talk at the store that she might begin accompanying Norman McDonald on buying trips with an eye to eventually becoming the principle buyer. The owner was in his early 60's and was finding the travel and pressure of the business to be increasingly demanding. Jenny loved the work and loved the McDonald family and it showed. Her customers remarked on her knowledge and good taste. 

Jenny had everything except a man to share her life with. She had dated and even slept with a few men, but most of them didn't want her ready-made family, and the others were not her type. She had married young, and lived to regret her haste. 

The only true love of her life at present was her daughter, Nikki. Her nickname was the only remaining souvenir of her ex-husband, who had coined it virtually at birth. Her ex was long gone and out of her life, thankfully. His dubious past had probably caught up with him, and Jenny really didn't want to know his whereabouts.

Tom Blanton, eldest of the two sons of Tony and Louise Blanton, was 28, a bachelor and undoubtedly the future of T. Blanton and Sons, Builders and Renovators. He was a graduate of BCIT with a Construction Technology Certificate. He had been working with his father since he was fourteen years old and had been a studious and helpful son. 

He was five foot ten inches tall and powerfully built. At 190 pounds, his chest, arms and legs showed the effects of years of physical labor. With his short cropped blonde hair and seemingly all-year-around tan, he was an impressive figure. His father was particularly proud of him as he brought new ideas and technical changes smoothly into the business. 

At first, his father had resisted the changes, sure of the tried and true methods he had carried with him for over four decades. But as the building codes changed, the materials evolved, and the procedures and regulations moved on into the twenty-first century, he knew that his son was the only one capable of keeping up. 

Each day Tom became more the business leader. After getting over the shock of being surpassed by his son, Tony took great pride in his Tom's abilities. Their business had never been better or stronger. They had more work offered than they could accept. Many evenings, the family would gather and talk about whether to expand and become a larger concern, or stay a family business. 

Vincent, the younger brother, was all for expansion. He saw it as a way to make the business a more desirable acquisition by a larger firm. Tom surprised his father by suggesting that their current size would bring them all the income, security, and satisfaction they could wish for, and consistently voted against expansion. 

Tony was torn between the two options, but in his heart he was more comfortable with their size as it was. Louise, who also had a vote, abstained because she did not want her two sons to feel she was choosing sides. Secretly, she knew Tom was right. They had a good life and wanted for nothing ... with the exception of a wife for each of her boys; not to mention grandchildren. 

As they sat side-by-side on the crescent shaped patio, Jenny and Tom found conversation easy and were comfortable in each other's presence. Tom asked Jenny about her business, and was interested in how she had progressed over the years. She told him of her failed marriage and her daughter, and how she was saving to buy the home they were currently renting from the elderly owners. 

She worried that they would pass away before she would be able to afford the purchase, and that would mean moving. She didn't want to have to uproot Nikki and move to a new area. It would mean new schools and new friends for Nikki, and likely a long commute for her. 

"Do you date?" Tom asked out of the blue.

"Not lately," she sighed. "I haven't met anyone that I wanted to go out with. When I do and they learn about Nikki, well, that usually turns them off."

"That's a shame," Tom said sympathetically. "Guys can be really selfish that way."

"How do you mean?" she asked.

"I mean, they're thinking of themselves, what they want out of a relationship. As soon as there's an obstacle or something, it's easier to bail out." 

"Are you speaking from experience?" Jenny asked carefully.

"No, no, not at all. But I know the type," he said quickly.

"And you're not one of them?" 

"You don't sound convinced." He grinned as he gazed at her.

Jenny smiled. She enjoyed trying to keep Tom off balance for a bit. As she watched him, she was aware of his very male presence. As yet, there was no sign of a macho display. He was different. 

Tom was turning more frequently to look at Jenny. She was very attractive, and obviously both a successful career woman and single mother. His clumsy stab at the dating question wasn't rebuffed, and he was looking for a way back to learn more about her personal life.

"You're an eligible bachelor, Tom. How is it that you aren't married?" Jenny asked.

"Whap! Right in the kisser," he laughed. "I guess I deserved that." 

"Huh?"

"Well, I wasn't very subtle when I asked you about dating, was I."

"No harm done, then?" she questioned.

"No harm done." 

The food and drink continued to flow, but as the afternoon turned to evening, the party began to dwindle. By six, only half the guests were still there and Tom couldn't remember when his folks left. 

Jenny and Tom had been absorbed in their own world. They talked about their lives and their hopes for the future. They compared the things they had in common and found there were many. They had risen to help themselves to some food and drink or to use the washroom, but otherwise they had been oblivious to the people around them. 

None of this escaped the notice of Ingrid.

"Do I win the bet, then?" Ingrid turned to Steve.

"Hmmm, maybe. I suppose so," he conceded.

"I knew they were right for each other. You wait and see. They are going to be a couple, mark my words," she said confidently.

"I bow to your superior insight on human relations," Steve conceded.

"As well you should," was the cheeky response.

They were talking quietly so as not to be overheard. The four of them were the only people left on the patio. It was eight o'clock and the sun was about to drop below the mountain behind them. There were no insects to bother them and the giant granite boulder in front of the house was radiating the heat it had absorbed during the warm summer day. 

In the past two hours, Tom and Jenny were touching on occasion. Tom had moved his chair to an angle facing her as they talked. Ingrid reached over to Steve's lounge chair and took his hand in hers. 

"Do you remember those days, lover?" she asked quietly.

"As if they were yesterday. I still commemorate them, and all the ones to come in the future," he said, raising her hand to kiss it.

"Do you think they would miss us if we went somewhere for a while?" 

"I don't think so. They haven't noticed anything or anyone else for the last couple of hours. What have you got in mind?"

"Watching them has me remembering our early days. It makes me horny," she said, nudging his shoulder.

"Is there a cure for that?" he asked, smirking.

"Yeah, come with me big boy."

"What about our guests?" 

"Are you suggesting they join us, or just that we boot them out?" she laughed.

"Maybe they'll be still here in a couple of hours." 

"Wanna bet?"

"Nope."

She stood up and took his hand and they quietly opened the far screen door and went into the house. Neither Tom nor Jenny noticed. 

It was almost completely dark when Tom looked around and realized they were alone on the patio. 

"Oops! Looks like our hosts are giving us a hint," he said.

"Maybe they're doing the dishes," Jenny suggested. "We should help."

They rose together, Tom unexpectedly taking Jenny's hand as they walked to the screen door nearest the kitchen area. There was no sign of the Inhalts, or in the great room either. Jenny's eyes widened and she put a finger to her mouth to indicate silence and still holding his hand, led him down the hallway toward the master bedroom. 

A low light came through the bottom of the door and sounds were audible from within. Jenny covered her mouth and Tom leaned forward to listen to the unmistakable sounds of lovers in the throes of passion. They looked at each other and tip-toed back up the hall and quietly left the house by the great room screen door. As they cleared the side of the house and walked out into the driveway they both burst out in the laughter they had suppressed. 

"Looks like they're a bit busy right now," she giggled.

They walked hand in hand toward their vehicles, conveniently parked within a few yards of each other. 

"I'll phone them tomorrow and apologize for leaving without saying thank you," Jenny offered.

"It's early yet, Jenny." Tom was still holding her hand. "Why don't we go down to the seawall for a walk? We've been sitting all afternoon and it's a beautiful night." 

Jenny hesitated, but only briefly. 

"That would be nice," she smiled. 

"Let's meet at Lawson Park."

"Sure, see you there," she said brightly.

Jenny was almost trembling as she unlocked her car door and slid into the small sedan. Tom had been a surprise. His physical presence belied a gentle, thoughtful man as they talked throughout the afternoon and early evening. She was not just comfortable with him, but stimulated as well. There was a chemistry that she couldn't define, but she could not recall ever feeling quite this way about any man before him. 

She wondered what he might be thinking. He was attentive, a good listener, and it was he who suggested that they extend the evening. He had asked a lot of questions about Nikki, as well as her plan to purchase the house she currently rented. 

They talked about past relationships. She learned he had dated infrequently, and yet to find someone he would "take home to mother," as he put it. She had not dated in over a year and had become very selective about any man she would date. They may have talked about their pasts, but both were thinking about a possible future. She started her car and drove down the road toward the village and the seawall.

Tom walked slowly to his truck and pushed the remote lock tab. He was trying to analyze his feelings as he thought about this afternoon. Jenny was a lovely woman, very feminine, but strong in many ways. She had a daughter she loved dearly, a successful career, and a determination to succeed in her personal life. He couldn't recall being attracted to a woman quite as strongly as he was to her. 

He had dated more beautiful and voluptuous women, but none who beguiled and intrigued him nearly as much as Jenny McGuire. As he searched for the word that best defined her to him, genuine seemed right. And those eyes! What dark passion lay behind them? Her sense of humour was evident more than once, but no more so than their stealthy trip down the hall to listen at Ingrid and Steve's bedroom door. 

He climbed into the truck and closed the door, but sat there for a few moments. She had affected him more than he realized. His invitation to walk the seawall was a last-second attempt to have the evening continue. He was pleased when she agreed. He started the truck and drove off toward the park.

Jenny was standing beside her car, waiting for him to arrive. He parked, climbed down from the big cab, and walked over to Jenny, holding out his hand to her. She took it, looking in his eyes as they met. No words were exchanged as they walked down the concrete steps to the seawall and headed east toward the rising moon. 

Tom realized he was tense with anticipation. Jenny was lovely and he was excited to be with her here in the moonlight. Her scent was so feminine and intoxicating. He could feel his abdomen tingle, almost vibrating as he walked silently with her. 

He wanted to say something, but didn't know what it should be, and didn't want to spoil the moment. Almost in a state of confusion, he stopped, turned toward her, leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips. 

As Jenny walked with Tom from the parking lot to the seawall, she too was perplexed, wondering what to do or say. Better to remain silent, she decided. 

They had walked hand-in-hand for a while when Tom stopped, turned toward her, looking deeply into her eyes, drew her to him, and kissed her. It was a gentle, sweet kiss. She was caught off-guard for a moment, and then realized what a special moment it had been. Spontaneous, quiet, and warm. 

She raised her arms and wrapped them around his powerful shoulders and kissed him back with the beginnings of passion. When the kiss ended and Tom had recovered from his surprise, he put his hands on her shoulders and gently pulled her to him. He kissed her more forcefully, his mouth slightly open and his tongue beginning to probe hers. She responded and they stood locked together for an unknown period. It was a moment of discovery for both of them, a realization that something extraordinary had happened that afternoon. 

When the kiss ended, Tom and Jenny looked at each other with unspoken surprise. Tom pulled her back to him and held her closely to him, her head on his shoulder. They hadn't spoken a word since they had arrived at the park. Neither of them wanted to alter the spell that had been cast over them. 

Finally, Tom took the chance.

"Something special happened to me today," he said quietly.

"Hmmm," was all he heard in reply.

They were silent again for a few moments. Tom was afraid her non-answer was a signal that she didn't feel the same.

"What time is it Tom?" she asked softly.

Tom pushed the light button on his watch. "It's just after ten." 

"I need to go home and look after the babysitter," she said

"Of course." He was a bit dispirited. Was this the end of their day?

"Why don't you follow me? It's not far from here. We can have coffee, or a drink, or ... something," she looked longingly at him.

Tom's heart raced. It wasn't over. 

"Yes, I'll follow you," he agreed. 

They walked back to their vehicles quietly, their arms around each other.

Tom pulled into Jenny's driveway and parked. She was waiting for him on the steps to the front door. She turned and put her key in and opened the door as he arrived on the top step. 

Audra, her babysitter, was standing by the living room couch, waiting for her. 

"Everything OK, Audra?" Jenny whispered.

"Yes, fine Mrs. McGuire," Audra answered in a stage whisper. "Nikki went to bed just after nine and I haven't heard a sound from her."

"That's good, thanks Audra." 

Jenny fished in her purse and produced a couple of bills and gave them to the young girl. 

"Thanks again, Audra. I know it's been a long day for you."

"We had fun. Nikki's a great kid. She kept asking what you were doing at the party." 

"Oh, excuse me, this is Mr. Blanton, a friend," Jenny explained, turning to Tom.

"Hi Mr. Blanton, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, Audra."

With the introductions over, Jenny showed Audra to the door and again wished her goodnight. She closed the door, locked it and turned back to Tom who had remained standing in the middle of the room. She walked shyly towards him and they looked at each other for a moment. 

Tom reached out to her and gathered her into his arms. Jenny's head was on his shoulder and her mind was racing. He turned his head and kissed her cheek softly and stroked her back with his large, rough hands. She turned towards him and they kissed, at first gently, and then with increasing forcefulness, each responding to the others rising passion. 

They broke after a long embrace. Not a word had been said. Jenny took Tom's hand and led him down the hallway. Her bedroom was at the end of the hallway and when they entered, she closed the door behind them. A small lamp on a night table was the only light in the room and Tom once again brought her into his arms and kissed her. 

"I want to make love to you, Jenny," he whispered.

"I know, I want you too Tom," she softly replied.

Tom slowly began pulling her cotton top out of her waistband and then lifted the pale yellow garment over her head. Jenny reached for his belt and undid it and then the top button on his shorts. When she lowered the zipper, they fell to his feet. She felt the prominent bulge in his jockey shorts and realized he was a big man there as well. She looked up at him nervously, her hand almost involuntarily holding his erect manhood and feeling its hardness. 

"Don't be afraid, Jenny. I would never hurt you," he said quietly. 

"I've never ... I mean ... it's so ... thick," she replied nervously.

"Jenny, I don't have a condom. I'm sorry, I didn't think ... I don't carry them with me," he suddenly blurted out with a concerned look.

"It's OK, I have some. Do you need one?" 

"I was thinking of you ... just thinking a little late I guess," he said frowning.




Jenny Ch. 01



"I don't need one if you don't, Tom. I want you just as you are, nothing artificial, please?" 

He held her and kissed her again, his smile having returned. He thought to himself how lucky he was to have found this lovely woman.

Tom reached behind her back and unhooked her brassiere. She hunched her shoulders forward and the straps fell, followed by the brassiere. His big hands covered her modest breasts easily and she could feel the rough surface of his fingers and thumbs. His palms were smooth, however, as he massaged her breasts gently. 

Jenny pushed her hands up underneath his polo shirt and helped him remove it, then undid the button on her shorts. Tom found the zipper and slowly lowered it. Her snug fitting shorts clung to her hips and thighs and he slowly pushed them down until they too fell at her feet. Jenny stepped out of her sandals and then her shorts and stood before him in her white cotton panties. Tom kicked off his sandals and in one motion, picked up Jenny in his arms and laid her gently on the bed. 

He sat on the edge of the bed and bent to kiss her. Everything seemed to be in slow motion for them. He was conscious of not rushing and ruining this perfect moment. He rose and picked the small lamp off the night table and placed on the floor further away from the bed. He draped his pale blue shirt over the lamp shade creating a softer low light.

"I don't want to make love in the dark," he said quietly when he had returned to her side. 

"You are a very beautiful woman and I want to see your face and your eyes and know how you feel when I am inside you." 

He slowly removed his shorts and sat on the edge of the bed again. Jenny was slightly intimidated by the size of his erection. 

"I don't want to rush this, Jenny. I'm as nervous as a teenager with his first girl. I'll try to make this last as long as I can." 

"I know. I understand. There's no rush. But I want you, Tom. I want you now," she pleaded.

He brought his hands to the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down. Jenny raised her hips and then her legs to help him as he slid them over her feet. He began kissing her lips and then, her neck and shoulders. He took her right breast in his mouth and she responded to the feel of his tongue on her nipple. The tip of his tongue circled the areola and then returned to her nipple. He moved to the other breast and repeated his caresses. 

Soon, he moved to her abdomen, his tongue circling around and then inside her navel. Jenny was experiencing a myriad of sensations. She wondered if she had too much to drink except that she knew she hadn't. The excitement of what was to come created the electricity she felt within.

Tom rose from beside her and placed his hands on Jenny's knees, slowly pushing them apart. He climbed on the bed between her legs, and his kissing resumed on the inside of her thighs. He worked his way slowly towards her delta, kissing first one side and then the other. 

Jenny had let her head fall on the pillow and was holding on to the low headboard with both hands. Her eyes were closed, and she shivered as Tom's kisses worked their way over her body. She wasn't ready when his tongue made brief contact with her sex. She jumped at the contact and tensed, waiting for what might come next. 

Tom began a slow, bottom to top gliding with his tongue on her swollen labia, and she started to shake in anticipation. His fingers moved toward her center and gently pulled her lips apart. His tongue entered her, carefully avoiding her clitoris. Jenny arched her back in response to the erotic pleasure she was experiencing. Her buttocks were lifting off the bed, pushing her into Tom's hungry mouth. 

When he moved to her clitoris, he began to massage the tiny bud. Her pussy was awash in her excitement. Jenny was thrashing her head back and forth as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her hands left the headboard and grabbed the back of Tom's head, pulling him into her with force. 

"Ohhhh, Tom ... please ... now please ...," she moaned.

Tom's head rose from his position between her legs. His hands grasped her hips and with almost no effort, he pulled her down the bed toward him. He took is rigid cock and began to slowly stroke its head up and down her opening, lubricating it before he slipped inside her welcoming embrace. The sensation for both of them was electric. 

Tom began to push gently into Jenny slowly and yet insistently, using his hand to guide his rigid cock. He could now feel a lessening of the tightness in her vagina. Jenny had raised her knees and spread them as wide as she could to welcome him into her. His thickness was greater than she had experienced before, but his care and concern for her comfort helped reassure her. 

Slowly, she was able to feel him moving further and further inside. He pushed and then withdrew, pushed a little more, then withdrew a little less. Soon, he was fully engorged in her, and he began a slow, small movement out and then into her. Jenny was now consumed by his presence inside her, and her craving took over as she began to push back rhythmically in time with his movements. 

"Oh god that feels wonderful. Give me everything," she pleaded.

Tom began to increase the length of his stroke and Jenny immediately responded. She arched her back toward him, clasping his hips and pulling him into her as hard as she could. 

"Ohhh, god ... ahhhh ... yesssss," she moaned. 

Her orgasm had come quickly. She felt the sensation rip through her as she went rigid in her climax. 

Tom had stopped moving as Jenny had orgasmed, waiting for her body to relax before resuming. As she sank to the bed, he sought her clit with his thumb. When he felt the little bud, he began to gently pinch it between his thumb and forefinger. It took only seconds before Jenny rushed toward her second orgasm.

"Oh god, Tom, what are you doing to me? Oh, no ... oh, oh ...don't stop!" she pleaded. 

She was writhing in all directions as she was overcome again with excruciating spasms of pleasure. 

Tom maintained his light pinching of her clit while he began to stroke into her again. 

"Are you alright, Jenny?" he whispered in her ear.

"Oh," she gasped, wide-eyed. "Yes! Yes!" 

She was panting with the stress of her orgasms and her own desire to match Tom's powerful thrusts into her. 

"Tom, oh Tom! I can't believe how lovely you feel inside me. I wish I could keep you inside me forever." 

Tom smiled as he looked into her eyes. 

"Well, that might be a little difficult, but I'll do my best." 

He pushed himself up with his arms and brought his knees up under Jenny's thighs. He remained in her, but only just. He picked her up by the hips and pulled her toward him. As he did so, he pushed his full length into her.

"Ahhhhh ... Uhhhh!" Jenny cried.

"I'm sorry, Jenny, I didn't mean to hurt you," he said quickly with a worried look.

"It didn't hurt. I just surprised me. Can you feel me squeezing you?" she asked.

"Yes, it feels wonderful, but I may finish soon if you keep it up," he warned.

"Well, perhaps you could use a little rest and then I could help you start again," she said shyly. "I want to make you come the way you made me come." 

"How can I refuse an offer like that?" 

He began stroking more forcefully and quickly, holding her thighs in his kneeling position and bending his body forward. He was able to feel Jenny using her internal muscles to tighten her grip on him randomly as he built his momentum. He knew he wouldn't be able to sustain this much longer as he could feel the swelling of his cock and the pressure in his scrotum. 

"Ahhhhh ... ahhhh ... ahh ... ahh!" he cried out as his head snapped back and he froze in place. 

He remained in that position for several seconds before his head fell forward. His breath whooshed out of him, and he slipped off Jenny to the side. He looked at her and smiled as she stroked his chest with her hand. She leaned across and they kissed deeply.

"One good deed deserves another," she said smiling, "but I don't know what I'm going to do about your two good deeds." 

"Oh ... I don't think you need any help. You're doing just fine," he said as he regained his breath. 

They were quiet for a while, basking in the glow of their lovemaking and exchanging caresses and kisses.

"Jenny, what happened tonight?" he asked seriously as he turned toward her. "How did this all happen so quickly?"

"I don't know. I never do this ... I don't know." 

She was as mystified as Tom at how this day had evolved.

"That makes two of us," he said quickly. "So, since neither of us do "one-night-stands," what happened?" 

"Magic, I guess," Jenny replied. She turned toward him and was stroking his chest and looking at him with her dark, unblinking eyes.

"I can believe that," he said quietly. "You are magic, you know. I think you cast a spell on me, or put something in the food we were eating at Steve and Ingrid's. In fact, that makes sense," he continued. "Look what happened to them. Overcome with passion! Unable to restrain themselves. Oh, the poor souls," he mocked. 

"Heh, heh, the powers of a woman possessed," she laughed. "You've been bewitched, but that doesn't explain what happened to me," she chided. 

"You're taking this all very lightly Ms. McGuire," he teased. "I'm beginning to think you're a wanton woman and just out for a good time." 

"Damn, you've found me out," she pouted. 

They lay silent for a while, gazing at each other while their hands explored.

"I've never been with a man who is as strong as you, Tom. I feel like I'm a toy when I'm in your hands, but you're so gentle at the same time," she said in wonder.

"I learned a long time ago that it can frighten people and I have to be very careful not to use that strength carelessly. I can't let myself be overcome by emotion or passion and forget. I'm very afraid of hurting someone, especially you," he confessed. 

"I never felt threatened, Tom. You were so considerate and loving. It was wonderful. I could feel your power. It was tremendously sexy, but I always felt you were in control of your emotions. I almost wanted you to show me that strength, to be a bit reckless with me. It was a very arousing thought." 

"Well, it's a very arousing thought for me too," he said looking down as his erection began to return.

Jenny reached across and held his growing cock, slowly stroking it. It was soon rigid again. 

"You've got me ready to take you for a big ride. Mount up when you're ready," he said smiling.

She lifted her leg over him and he rolled onto his back. She sat astride him with her hands on his chest. He could feel the wetness of her pubic hair and the seepage from her pussy. She was very ready for him again. 

Jenny lifted herself up on her knees and grasped his swollen member in her hand. She held him and began to slowly and rhythmically run the glans against the lips of her center. It was quickly lubricated with both their fluids. Hastily, she parted her nether lips and began to lower herself onto him. As they had in the beginning, she made little downward motions to begin her penetration and gradually, pushed herself deeper and deeper onto him. 

Her eyes were closed and her head lolled back and forth as she surrendered to the erotic waves passing through her. She began to ride and ride and ride. Up and down, the only sounds were the liquid squishing sounds of their union, and her grunts of passion. 

She rode steadily for a while, but then Tom could feel her movements become irregular as she propelled herself toward her orgasm. Her motion became random and she swayed from side to side as her bouncing action become more rapid. Her breathing accelerated and soon her hands were placed firmly on Tom's chest and her head slumped forward between her arms as her moment approached. 

"Oh, Tom, here it comes again. I'm going to fall off this horse, lover. I'm going to fall off ... Ohhhh ... mmmphhhh ... mmm ... hahuuuh!"

Tom caught her and held her as she began to slip to one side. Her hips continued to pump on his heavy shaft and her eyes remained closed as she was sucked into her orgasm. Her arms collapsed and she fell into his as her body jerked in spasms as she surrendered to the ultimate pleasure. 

She lay still on Tom's chest for what seemed like a long time. As she began to recover, her eyes fluttered open and her breathing became more regular. She moved her arms from underneath her and upward, running her fingers through Tom's hair. She raised her head and looked into his eyes. 

She pulled herself up his beautiful, tanned body and began to kiss him. At first tentatively, then with more force and passion. It was as if she was trying to consume him. She could feel Tom's rigid member still inside her, but only just. She placed her hands on his chest again and remounted herself. 

Tom started to giggle a childish, 'little boy' giggle as he watched her try and coordinate herself. He grasped her lovely butt cheeks with both hands and pushed her onto him in one strong shove. Her head snapped back and she let out a cry, not of pain, but of surprise and pleasure. 

"Oh yes. More please. Drive it in me, Tommy boy. Fuck me Tommy. Fuck me hard, now!" she commanded.

Tom was momentarily taken aback with her language. He hadn't imagined she would know or use such words. But she was in another world right now, and he guessed she was lost in this strange, sexual landscape. In one powerful movement, he turned her on her back and mounted her, driving his cock deeply into her. She gasped at his powerful invasion and her eyes opened, focused on his face. 

He wore a grin, but a serious look in his eyes as he began to thrust deeply and rapidly into her. They were destined for a final explosive finish and they were in a hurry to get there. Jenny's orgasm came first and it was the classic flashing lights and blaring horns orgasm that every woman dreams of. Again, she went rigid in her climax but this time Tom did not pause in his relentless charge toward his own finish. 

They made loud, animal-like sounds as they surrendered to their passions. Sweat poured off Tom's forehead and dripped on Jenny's face. She didn't notice. As she came down from her moment of extreme pleasure, Tom stiffened in her arms and began to grunt and groan as he completed his moment, spurting into her once again. 

Mercifully, he collapsed to her side and breathing hard, opened his eyes to look at Jenny. He pulled her too him and held her tightly. He kissed her cheeks and nose and tasted the salt of his own sweat as it trickled off his forehead. Finally, he released her and rolled onto his back. 

She crawled over to him and laid her head on his chest. She reached for his now shrinking cock and held it gently in her hand. She couldn't remember ever being more satisfied and spent. Tom was both a powerful lover, as well as a thoughtful and gentle one. They lay together for several minutes. Tom rolled over and looked at the clock on the night table. Twelve thirty. He turned back to Jenny.

"When can I see you again?" he asked quietly.

"Why don't you come for brunch in the morning? You can meet Nikki then," she said smiling.

"I'd love that. What time?"

"How about ten?" she suggested.

"Mind if I come early?" 

"You didn't come early tonight," she kidded.

"I was inspired by the lady," he said seriously. 

He leaned over and kissed her lightly. 

"Time for me to go. You can get some sleep and I can have my erotic dreams." 

Slowly he sat up and began looking around for his clothes. She wrapped her arms around his waist and held him tight.

"Don't go. Not yet. I want you again, Tom," she pleaded.

He twisted around and looked down at her. "I'm sorry, Jenny. I don't think I can manage another. I don't think I can get it up for you."

"Why don't you let me help?" she said slyly. "Just come over here and let me look after you and we'll see what happens, OK?"

"OK, Jen, you're in charge," he said happily as he fell back on the pillow. 

He had been stroking her breasts, but soon she had slid down out of reach and her face was hovering over his now flaccid member. She looked at it curiously and poked and pushed it with her finger for a moment. Then she took it gently in both hands and lowered her head to his abdomen and lightly kissed his glans. Her tongue slowly began to lick the still wet organ. She could taste the combined fluids from their bodies and was surprised at its blandness. 

Soon, she could begin to feel a change in the soft muscle, and continued to lick the underside slowly from base to tip. 

Tom began to react to her tantalizing torture. He had propped himself up with his arms locked and his hands behind him so that he could watch her. She looked up at him without taking her tongue off him, and he saw a smile in her eyes. Then, without any warning, she took the head of his cock in her mouth and began to suck it. 

Tom's member continued to grow and he was well on its way to a full erection. Jenny continued sucking for a minute and then started to take more of him into her mouth. His thickness made it difficult for her, but she had now restored life to what he thought to be dead. Her head bobbed up and down as she licked and sucked on him. Tom was fully erect and ready for her once again. He placed his hands on each side of her head and pulled her toward him. She smiled and crawled up his body and kissed him aggressively. 

Tom responded, oblivious to the unusual taste of their kiss. She was almost out of control and obviously seeking aggressive satisfaction from him. He reached down and slid a finger into her, stroking it in and out firmly against her pubic bone and clit. She began to squirm and her breath came in pants. 

She was well lubricated and her body was dancing on his as she tried to rub her breasts and pelvis into him. He roughly pushed her off and rolled her over, spreading her legs and drawing her knees up under his armpits. He held his now rigid member against her wet and willing vagina, and pushed forcefully into her. 

Jenny gasped at first as she felt the large head of his cock push against her. She reached down and grasped his hand and pulled him toward her. He was entering her more quickly and powerfully than he had before and she was encouraging him. She pulled the hand holding his erection away, and drove her pelvis toward him, attempting to impale herself upon him. 

Tom was grateful that he had already had two orgasms. At least he wouldn't be so quick to explode with her aggressive sexual demands. She had become a different woman from the gentle one of a few minutes ago. Whatever had set her off was potent, and she had become very aggressive. 

He responded to her demands with long, heavy strokes, driving himself into her as far as he could. She was calling out now, in some incomprehensible language. Her head thrashed from side to side and her eyes were open but unfocused. She was lost again in search of pure sexual gratification and nothing else would satisfy her. 

Tom continued to stroke rapidly, lifting himself up to drag the top of his member against her clitoris. He wanted to give her the maximum pleasure possible in this frenetic coupling. 

Jenny began her orgasmic ritual, stiffening and arching her back, her eyes wide and mouth open, gasping for air.

"Awwwhhhhgggg ... ahhhh ... Uhhhh!" she cried loudly.

Tom was seconds away from his finish as well, and continued to pump into her at an even more ferocious rate. Jenny began to whimper and make keening sounds as the finish came near. Tom's eyes were closed and his head lowered as he slowed his piston like motions into her. 

Jenny had collapsed on the bed and was holding Tom's hips as he continued to drive into her. Their sounds merged as Tom reached his climax and groaned his finish. Once again, he slipped out of her and rolled off to her side. They lay in each other's arms for several minutes as their breathing returned to normal. 




Jenny Ch. 01



Tom didn't know what to think. Tonight had been a bizarre experience. Who was this woman? One moment she is the lovely, demure mother of an eight-year-old and the next, she is a sexual tiger, complete with foul language and wanton skills. He was fascinated and drawn inexorably to her. She thrilled him with her aggressive sexual exploits and calmed him with her gentle hands and loving kisses. She had captured him, but which "she" was the captor. 

"I'm going to make sure this isn't a one night stand, you know," she said confidently. 

"I'm going to help you make sure," he replied, smiling at her.

"How?"

"I'll be here tomorrow morning for your brunch. I just may decide not to leave," he continued with an arched eyebrow look.

"You'd better be careful, Mr. Blanton. I may be one of those women who stalk men. Remember 'Basic Instinct?'" she threatened in a mock-serious tone. 

"I'll make sure to give you my personal cell phone number so you can find me anywhere," he teased.

"Make sure you do. I always want know where my lover is. I get a kick out of telling him what I'm going to do to him the next time I see him," she chortled in a sinister tone. 

"It must be hard to be a sex-starved stalker when you have a little girl to raise," he laughed. 

"It's terrible. I have a hard time keeping a straight face or a menacing voice."

"Don't bother on my account," he said softly. "You call, and I'll come running." 

He reached over and cradled her head in his hand, pulled her gently toward him and kissed her softly. 

"And now it really is time for me to go, Jen. But, I'll be here by ten this morning, you can count on that." 

"Hmmmm. I am counting on it." 

They held each other for a few moments more before Tom rose and swung his legs over the side of her bed. Jenny watched him dress, admiring his tanned, muscular back, shoulders and arms. She had never been attracted to the steroid enhanced body builders, but she found Tom's muscular physique immensely sexy. 

Tom finished dressing and leaned down to kiss her.

"Good night, Jen. See you soon." 

He stood and walked quietly to the bedroom door and let himself out. Jenny watched him go and sighed. She felt more fulfilled than she had in many years. 

"Is he the one?" she wondered to herself. 

She rose, put on her robe, and walked to the living room. She locked the front door, and went to the front curtains, parting them slightly in time to watch Tom drive slowly up the street. She turned out the lights in the living room and kitchen, and padded back to her bedroom. She slipped off her robe and slid between the sheets, still naked. She wondered if she would sleep, but that was her last conscious thought. 

Tom slowly drove the short distance to his home. He could have walked home from Jenny's house, but thought better of it at this hour in the early morning. He tried to make sense of the events of the last half day, and the turmoil of emotion roiling inside him. 

He was excited, captivated, aroused, intimidated, surprised, confused, and definitely destabilized. It had happened so fast he couldn't tell what he was really feeling, except that he couldn't wait to see her and be with her again. 

"It won't be that long," he thought, as he pulled into his driveway. 

He unlocked the front door and closed it behind him. A brief trip to the bathroom, a wash and a tooth brushing. He moved to the bedroom, peeling his clothes off as he went to his unmade bed. Flopping on it, he pulled a sheet up to his chest and within seconds, was fast asleep.



Jenny Ch. 01



Brian was staying in his son's house, lying low from a money lender, but it hadn't been such an easy option as imagined. Jim, his son, had left on a business trip, touring sub-offices of the bank he worked for, leaving his daughter to nag him. Knowing Jim would be away for awhile, Brian decided to try and get Jenny to stop the constant backbiting.

Brian got up early, unpacking some groceries, purchased in town the day before. He wondered if his prissy daughter would remain so stuck up, giving him a hard time, after a special breakfast. 

"Speak of the devil," he murmured, under his breath. 

"What was that Brian?" Jenny abruptly asked.

"Morning, Jenny, sit down, I'm making breakfast," Brian told her.

"Oh? Well I guess it's about time you helped out around here," Jenny scolded her father. "I don't eat a cooked breakfast," she added. She sat down at the kitchen table with a critical scowl on her face. Jenny gave Brian a hard look, wondering how she could get rid of him. He was a bit of a pervert as far as she was concerned. As soon as he came to stay, a couple of days ago, the course man had become a nasty nuisance. 

He had contrived to walk in on her when she was getting dressed and walked into the bathroom when she was taking a shower. She hadn't told her husband, in case he said it was all in her imagination. She wasn't bothered if it causes a family rift, rather it would suit her if they never saw the obnoxious man again. She would try and get some evidence, before accusing him, and get Jim to throw him out.

"Brian, have you found a place to stay yet?" she asked.

Brian ignored the rude tone of voice. "I'm working on it. Making friends and contacts locally," he smiled.

"At the local bars, no doubt," she snidely commented. 

"Try this juice. Freshly squeezed, with Chinese herbs," he said, with a winning smile, knowing it would fail with her. "My special formula," he added. 

He watched her sip it reluctantly through pursed lips, with the usual scowl, crinkling her face. The attractive shape of lush rosebud lips were spoilt by the prissy pout she usually wore. She habitually wore an expression of disdain, as though displeased with life, and him especially so.

"Nice!" she said, with a look of surprise. She tipped the glass to her gorgeous lips, taking a gulp, then another, soon emptying the glass.

"You are ready for breakfast now," he firmly told her.

"I don't, err. Yes, OK," she murmured. 

He placed a plate of bacon, eggs and hash browns in front of her. "You're hungrier than you thought," he told her.

"Yea, it's surprising," she said, tucking into the food.

"You're only twenty-two, yet always dressing so frumpy, as though you're an old woman. You ought to start dressing younger," he scolded her. He watched her nodding while shoveling in the eggs.

"Are you working out in the gym this morning?" he asked.

"As usual," she said, while crunching a mouthful of bacon. 

"You should wear shorts and a cut off top, so you can see the muscles you're working on," he told her. She usually wore a pair of baggy sweats and top, covering her body. He was interested to see how well the suggestion might work. So far the juice was relaxing her, as promised by a friend.

He gave her more instructions then told her firmly to get ready. "It's OK. I'll wash up the old fashioned way. You don't have to remember what I told you, just as long as you do it," he said, as she left the kitchen. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her hesitate in the doorway, then leave.

'What did he mean?' she wondered. Instead of going along to the gym she diverted into the bedroom, and pulled off the sweats and baggy top. Rummaging around in the closet she found a pair of old shorts, not worn since college days. It was obvious the big white, comfortable panties, would have to be discarded to wear them. 

It was a struggle pulling them on, so she was right to leave the panties off. The small exercise top was meant to be worn over a full t-shirt. Her breasts were small, so it didn't matter, she didn't need extra support. 

She kicked off the trainers and walked down the corridor to the gym in bare feet. This was the first change made to her parent's home, for she liked to keep in trim. They had been wealthy, conservative people, bringing her up to be a responsible adult. Some would say she had been a spoilt brat, and grew up to become an arrogant snob.

Never having to work she hadn't had the grounding, in real life, that colleagues in a working environment would provide. Her attitudes had remained self-centered, unmodified by friends and colleagues criticisms. She made sure she got what she wanted, and how she wanted it; in restaurants, hotels and stores, giving those that served her a hard time.

Her father wasn't rich, so she considered him beneath her, and treated him with condescension, though she wouldn't have noticed it. 

Brian walked in and stood, leaning against a multi-gym, watching her on the treadmill. It was a surprise his suggestions had worked so well. The tall, thin, dark haired woman was showing off a pair of long, bare legs, for a change. He was staring at her bottom, watching each cheek clearly pumping up and down, with every step, in skin tight shorts. The shorts cupped her cheeks, riding up between them, pulling tight. 

Before the influence of the juice wore off he had better suggest she needed some help. She bent forward to switch the machine off with the bottom of her hard cheeks spilling out. Like her attitude her body was fresh and hard. 

"I'll give you a hand," he ordered. 

Jenny was about to tell him to get out, though the words failed her. "I, I didn't know you were interested in the gym," she stuttered. 

He was about to say he preferred hard work to playing at fitness, though this was no time to start another fight. "Sure, believe it or not, I used to be a fitness instructor in the army," he lied. "Here, lay down on the bench and you can lift some weights," he told her firmly.

"I like to exercise alone, it clears my head," she said, feeling it was a lame excuse. She had meant to be more firm than that. Jenny lay back on the bench, wondering why she hadn't just told him to leave. She didn't want this old man ogling her body. It was then she became painfully aware of how undressed she was. 

He pulled down a pair of gloved handles, which she automatically wiggled her hands into. He took an ankle in a big meaty paw, to lift a leather strap over it then the other. Adjusting the weights he let her gradually take the strain. 

The heavy weights stretched her arms out past her ears. The weights at her feet pulled her down the bench, stretching her body over it. "I don't usually use this much weight," she stammered. In this awkward position, she wanted to shout at him to leave her alone, though how could she get free if he left, she reasoned.

"You want to keep a flat stomach don't you?" he asked. His hand pressed her tummy, stroking the lean, bare, soft flesh, feeling the tight muscles beneath. 

"No! Yes," she stammered again. She couldn't understand why she was so nervous, why she was stammering like a fool; she never had before. She didn't like the way he was pawing her, yet somehow it seemed alright. 

After all he was helping her, wasn't he? She wasn't used to feeling so vulnerable and helpless. It was affecting her so much she couldn't bring her thoughts together, to form the words, to tell him off. Stretched out before her father, held tight by the weights, it was all wrong! Yet she couldn't even complain, let alone tell him to let her go.

"Hold the strain with your arms. Lift your legs, straight bends," he firmly told her. He helped lift her legs with hands under both ankles. On his knees, he looked up between her slim thighs, watching the tight shorts pull at her crotch. The top was cupping her breasts, massaging the nipples into erect little bumps, with every move.

Jenny felt the too small shorts, gripping her body, wondering why she had worn them. It had been a long time ago when lewd comments from the guys had put her off wearing them again. Now she was a mature, married woman, they should have been trashed. She felt exposed and embarrassed. 

It was a good idea to see her body being worked on in the gym, but not for Brian to see!

"Relax," he told her. 

"What are you doing?" she asked, with a more firm tone of voice.

The influence of the juice was wearing off. "Massaging your legs, the muscles are taught," he said, trying to sound casual.

His big calloused, workman like hands, were working their way up to her thighs, and she didn't like it. He vigorously worked on her calves then gripped her knees hard, to work into the ligaments. Underneath her knee his fingers stroked gently. The overall sensation was good and so she relaxed a little. His hands, reaching up over her thighs, brought on a need to bring them together, but she was still held firmly by the weights. 

She felt vulnerable and helpless in his strong hands and that feeling was doing something to her. His hands were rough and stimulating sending marvelous sensations through her. It was too good. She needed it to stop! 

"OK! That's enough, Brian," Jenny said, surprised at this new tone of voice. It was light and breathy. At least she wasn't stuttering. She was also clearer on what she wanted and didn't want.

Brian could see her eyes widen, less hooded, telling him she was clear of the 'special juice' influencing her. Still, there would be a residual effect and he wondered how long that would last. It would be a relief not to be nagged all day.

"OK! Enough for today," he announced. Freeing her ankles then her hands he helped her up. He noticed she hadn't corrected him to say this was a one off.

He took a hold of her shoulders, from behind, and spoke close to her ear. "Hope you enjoyed it. Take it in what I said earlier, though you can forget I spoke if you like. Take a shower," he said, with a friendly slap to her bottom.

Jenny was about to tell him not to be so rude, but she hesitated, trying to remember what he had told her, and what he meant by forgetting it. It didn't mean she didn't have to take his advice, it meant something else. She quickly walked passed a full length mirror, avoiding looking into it. She dare not, since changing into the tight little shorts.

In the shower the soapy suds covered her nakedness. She took her time cleansing the perspiration from her soft skin, after the work out. Brian had worked her hard, and thinking of his rough hands made her shiver. The image of her body stretched out, helpless before him, was naughty, yet it was difficult to suppress.

***

Quickly dressing she avoided him, escaping through the kitchen into the garage. She drove to a mall in a pensive mood. A long shopping trip spending money, pampering her-self, would put the distasteful experience behind her. 

In an exclusive store the assistant sighed on seeing the familiar, awkward woman enter. She braced herself, forced to thinkof the commission, before approaching her. 

"Good morning, how may I help you today?" she asked, forcing a smile.

"I'm not sure, something different," Jenny said, hesitating for a moment. It was unlike her to be anything but demanding, usually knowing exactly what she was looking for. 

"Underwear, I'll start with that and then we'll see," she added, looking around, as though mesmerized by the wide range of expensive garments.

Shown the usual sensible sets of bra's and panties she wore, Jenny shook her head. "Something more, feminine," she proposed, feeling confused and unable to describe what she meant. 

Looking at the dowdy conservative clothes, the assistant decided to shock her, with something out of the woman's comfort zone, as well as being very expensive. "These are pure silk, very comfortable," she smiled.

Jenny flushed red, meaning to put the young woman in her place at such a suggestion, only to find she was nodding her head. Why she hadn't refused was mystifying. The small red panties with a half cup bra couldn't possibly be worn, however comfortable they might be. 

The smile on the woman's face was annoying, as though expecting her to refuse, so maybe that was the reason she consented. 

"These would be an ideal accompaniment," the assistant said, holding up a garter belt with sheer red stockings. 

The whole ensemble was expensive, yet in Jenny's opinion, it was something a slut would wear. Again she nodded unable to refuse the suggestion. 

The young assistant had been surprised, at first then warmed to the theme; especially as the customer seemed unable refuse every suggestion. It was easy to see the woman was out of her depth. The poor thing was probably hoping to regain a husband's interest, in a failing marriage. 

"This dress is perfect for you," the assistant enthused. The customer looked embarrassed, maybe even a little hot. It was short and light, floating around the stocking tops, if she dare wear them underneath. 

The assistant suppressed a little giggle, disguising it with a hand to her mouth and a cough.

Jenney glanced at the garment hardly daring to examine it. If she had, it would have been refused as being too short, too low cut and too revealing. Her usual sensible underwear would be seen underneath it. Instead of a sensible slip she was sold another expensive, brief set of underwear, with matching stockings.

Pushing her luck, she suggested a little skirt and blouse that would go with the red underwear. The assistant wouldn't wear such an outfit, even to a night club, and she figured the woman wouldn't wear it, even in the bedroom. A sale was a sale, she smiled to herself.

"You look as though you work out in a gym. Well, I have just the thing," she enthused. It had been delivered in error, and not put out on the shelves, for none of their exclusive clientele would consider such an item. This looked like a way of getting rid of one of the lewd garments.

Without revealing the item, as it was still wrapped up in cellophane, the assistant slipped it into one of the bags. The all in one body-stocking could be used for exercises, though it would cause a stir in a public gym. 

She had taken one home, free of charge, as the store owner was pleased to get rid of them. Her boyfriend hadn't complained, and she was sure this woman's husband wouldn't either.

Feeling flushed from the embarrassment of purchasing such naughty items, Jenny rushed off home, instead of stopping off for the usual coffee and a Danish pastry. On the drive home she was in a state of confusion. Why this had happened, why she had bought such distasteful clothes, and why she was feeling so hot. It was all very disturbing.

Jenny didn't bother unpacking the clothes. She would take great pleasure in returning them, denying the young woman's commission, and complaining about her to the manager.

In the kitchen she made a cup of coffee, and Brian walked in. 

"Been shopping?" he asked.

"Yes! Not that it's any of your business. I see you've managed to drag yourself in, once the coffee has been made," she said. "If you must stay here, you need to help around the house more," she added.

"I'm stuck here for the moment. Don't you worry yourself, I'll be gone as soon as I can," he retaliated. "You could make the whole situation easier by changing your attitude. Don't you ever smile?" he asked, with a big grin on is face.

Jenny turned away from the unpleasant man. She knew better than to spar with him, as he seemed to have an answer for everything recently. He could be charming, though she knew underneath it he was an out and out rogue. He managed to keep within the law, only just.

For the rest of the day they kept out of each others way. In her bedroom she unpacked the morning's shopping bags, ready to hang them up, forgetting the idea of returning the items. Holding up one of the packs of stockings, she decided to try them on.

They would be more comfortable than tights. The restriction of tights, and the heat of her sex, made them uncomfortable. With thin thighs it meant wearing a garter belt too, to hold them up. She remembered for a fleeting moment, Brian commenting, that they were healthier, and that she should wear them.

***

Next morning she decided to find some excuse to throw him out. Something unpleasant happened yesterday, though it was difficult to pinpoint exactly. Every time she tried to concentrate on what it was that bothered her, the idea slipped away. 

The gym could be missed for once, while she concentrated on getting rid of that horrible man. Instead of wearing the usual sweats she changed into a pair of designer jeans and a comfortable blouse.

Hearing him in the kitchen she thought he was trying to make amends by preparing breakfast. There was no way he was going to get around her. He would be told it was pointless trying to make up for his slovenly behavior like this, for she didn't eat anything at this time of day. She would concentrate on getting him out of her home, and her life.

"Sit down, I've made a special juice for you," he firmly told her.

Jenny sat, with the idea of lulling him into a false sense of security. He was so full of himself this morning, whistling a pleasant tune, while bustling around her kitchen; it was all so very annoying. She would take great pleasure in finding a way of getting rid of the oaf.

"I don't eat breakfast, I only drink juice before working out," she scathingly told him. 

"Well then, here is some of my 'special juice', just for you," he smiled. 

She had watched him juicing the fruit and vegetables making sure he hadn't spat into it. She pursed her lips, taking a sip, ready to tell him it was foul. Instead she took another sip then began to gulp it down, until finished.

"You are hungry," he said, pushing a plate of fried breakfast in front of her. 

He watched her forking down the meal of eggs, over easy, with bacon, hash browns and pancakes. "Did you get the clothes yesterday?" he asked. He was pleased to see her nod; obviously too hungry to speak.

"Now you're finished you can get changed, hurry up," Brian said, with a slap to her shapely rear. 

She soon came back wearing the summer dress. An outline of the brief underwear was tantalizing, with her small breasts pushed up into a deep cleavage, showing off the nipples. Even so, in the elegant dress, she didn't look like a slut; rather she held a demure stance, looking timid if anything. 

Jenny had looked at herself in the mirror, before returning to the kitchen, and baulked at what she saw. How could she wear such an atrocious outfit! A wave of confusion swamped the anger, and a strange compulsion pushed her out, toward the kitchen. 

She always felt sure of herself, though right then, she felt embarrassed and vulnerable. 

"There you are, at last, let me get a good look at you," Brian said. 

In an agony of dismay she turned around, swirling the little dress up, feeling awful at showing herself off to this coarse man. The low morning sun shone through the thin cotton, showing off the brief underwear. She pressed her legs together and wondered at the unfamiliar feeling of straps over her thighs. 

Unable to look down at herself before him, she fidgeted and discovered what it was. She was wearing stockings and suspenders! It was a surprise, for she didn't remember even buying them, let alone putting them on. Nervously she adjusted the top of the dress then quickly brought her hand away, after realizing the hand had been fondling a breast.

Feeling faint she leant against a worktop. Suddenly she stood straight up, away from the worktop. She had just discovered her bare bottom! The usual sensible panties had been replaced by a thong. What the hell was going on here? She would have to get back to the bedroom and change.




Jenny Ch. 01



Brian was enjoying the look of consternation on her face. She looked like a frightened creature not knowing which way to turn. Like a cat, he would play with his prey a little longer, before putting it out of its misery. By her reactions, he surmised she was only now finding out how sexy the underwear was.

"Nice! Very nice, girl! At last you're dressing like an attractive young girl, rather than an old frump. You've got a great figure, so don't hide it, you'll enjoy dressing up," Brian told her. He watched her face change from embarrassment to appreciation. She seemed to lap up the compliments, reacting as though he were rewarding her.

A small step was taken on the escape route back to her bedroom. Everything changed as Brian's words were accepted as commands. "Thank you, Brian, I shall enjoy dressing up for you," she said, with a confused look, revealing the turmoil inside. 

"You can help with the washing up, I'll wash and you dry," he said. "You'll find it exciting, to do some work for a change," he teased her.

Jenny stood next to him drying up while he washed. Every time she leaned forward, to pick up an item, her right nipple grazed his bare, hairy arm. The cotton was so thin she felt it like an electric shock, running through a breast, down her side, to flex her tummy. 

Surely it had been an accident the first time, though now she was purposely rubbing her breast against his arm. While waiting for the next item to dry, she fiddled with the dress, unconsciously pinching a nipple and rubbing her breasts.

A knock on the door interrupted the turmoil of her thoughts.

"See who it is?" Brian told her.

Anxious to escape the humiliating new habit of rubbing up against Brian, Jenny answered the kitchen door. 

"Hi, err, you wanted to see me?" Joe hesitantly asked. 

"Come on in, have a cup of coffee," Brian boomed out across the kitchen, in a big friendly voice. 

Jenny stepped aside and started the process by grinding fresh coffee beans. Joe stepped in from the bright sunlight, gradually becoming used to the subdued shadow of the kitchen. 

"Here, sit down and rest your carcass," Brian smiled. The two of them were on friendly terms, being more or less the same age, and with a similar background in engineering. 

He nudged Brian and pointed his head, toward the young woman making the coffee. She faced the machine so couldn't see who it was. "Who's that?" he whispered.

Brian smiled and shook his head.

"The boss received complaints about the security lights not working. I've changed the bulbs but it's a fault, so I need to change the fittings," Joe wearily informed Brian.

"No problem, when you can, will do," Brian said. 

"Easy for you to say, but the lady made a complaint, and I'm for it if she complains again," Joe whispered. They often shared complaints about Jenny. 

"You mean Jenny complained?" Brian asked. 

Jenny bent over, reaching into a cupboard, showing off the stockings and garters. Both men quit talking for a moment, to take in the sight of bare thighs clasped tight by stocking tops and garters. She carried on with the task, oblivious of the show she had put on. 

"Yea, that woman is always complaining," Joe began, and dried up with his jaw hanging loose. 

The lady of the house had given him a hard time whenever something didn't work or meet her high standards, whether it was his fault or not. When he looked up to thank the girl for his coffee, he was astonished. It was the lady of the house, or the pain in the ass, as he called her when alone. 

He had been admiring her bottom with a clear outline of the thong, through the thin dress, not realizing who it was. It was difficult to look away from the shadow of nylons and garter belt straps, to notice the rest of her. Not that he would have guessed who it was, for the clothing style was so different. 

He should have looked away when she handed him the cup, for both nipples were standing erect and proud, through the dress. Water had splashed over one breast, sticking the see-through cotton to it, clearly showing off the small, pert breast.

"Have you been giving my friend here a hard time?" Brian demanded of her.

"I guess so," she stammered.

"Well, in future ease up on him, he's just trying to do his job. If you don't behave yourself you'll be punished. In future take his advice and do as he says," Brian warned her. "Go and get changed, you're showing yourself up. Change into that new exercise outfit you bought yesterday, and I'll join you in the gym when I'm ready," he firmly told her.

Joe watched the woman scamper out of the kitchen just as she had been told, with a look of amazement on his face. She had given him a hard time for months, though right now, she had given him a hard-on. He cleared his throat, after choking on the coffee.

"How did you? I mean, you seem to have her under control. I'm impressed," Joe said, to his friend, while shaking his head in wonder. 

"It just takes a firm hand. I don't think she'll give you a hard time from now on, so take it easy. I hate the way these stuck up bitches take advantage of people," he added, revealing he too had suffered from a woman's sharp tongue.

"I'll drink to that," Joe said, and downed the coffee. "Thanks for saving my job. I don't think I'll press my luck though," he said, rising to go. 

"Don't worry about her, she'll do as she's is told, from now on. What about a card game, tomorrow evening?" Brian asked. They made arrangements to meet, with a plan of inviting a couple of friends from the bar.

Brian closed the door behind him and strode toward the gym. On seeing her on the treadmill, he smiled as broadly as Joe had when he left. He was pleased to see she wore a nylon body-stocking, hardly believing she had gone this far so soon. He watched her ass cheeks, held tight, moving up and down with each stride.

"OK! You will try the weights again," he told her.

She lay back on the padded bench to be fitted into the gloves and ankle harnesses. He was pleased to find she was ready to comply, following yesterday's routine, with a minimum of instructions. This time he fondled her body, without her questioning him.

The body stocking was as sheer as the stockings, revealing a slim, perfect body. Squatting between her legs, he decided right then, she would have to shave. "When you lift your legs I want you to feel these thigh muscles," he said, with a hand wrapped tightly over each inner thigh. 

She struggled to lift the weights pulling at her ankles. Her breathing became labored, and he wondered if it was just the weights. Her thighs pulled tight under his big calloused hands. 

Jenny shuddered on feeling her fathers hands intimately holding her body. She had no idea he had instructed her to feel excited whenever he was near, and right then he was so close, she could feel his breath on her crotch. He was breathing almost as heavily as she was. 

The grunts and sighs sounded as though they were having sex. The electricity between them was charged with arousal. He could smell her juices and from such an indelicate position, could see her hairs sparkling with wetness. 

"As your instructor you will call me sir, and thank me for helping you," he ordered. 

"Yes, sir, thank you sir," she breathed heavily. 

He reached forward with one hand, placing it on her tummy, with an elbow barely grazing her sex. "A few more lifts," he told her. 

"Yes, sir, thank you, sir," she answered.

This time when she lifted her ankles her hips came up, pressing her sex against his elbow. The second time he wondered if she was lifting herself up, to push her sex at him on purpose. It was inches from his face, with a strong, musky, sexual odor swamping his nostrils. 

It was too soon to take advantage, as much as he wanted to. His cock was like a block of wood in his old jeans, so hard it hurt. He rubbed her down as he had yesterday, only this time, hardly leaving much of her body without a hard vigorous massage. From her toes up to her head he covered her entire body only leaving out her wet lips. 

She closed her eyes and mewed plaintively when he rubbed her nipples and gripped her breasts. She was arching her back and sighing, whenever he was close to her sex. She was on the edge, ready for him. He wanted to make sure he had the bitch completely hooked, before making a move.

"Take a shower then join me in the lounge, for further instructions," he told her.

"Yes, sir, thank you sir," she hastily answered. 

Jenny ran to her private bathroom to speed through washing herself. Dressing was a hurried preparation, to get back to his presence. 

He nearly whistled when she hurried in. He sat back in the easy chair, taking a good look at her. "Turn around, spin," he told her. The little skirt arose around her upper thighs showing off the little thong. It cupped her sex, and little more than that.  

"You're a little honey-pot, aren't you," he told her. The little red, silk thong was enticing, as though begging to be stroked and pushed aside. The blouse was open and tied tight beneath her breasts, revealing a small cleavage. 

He looked closely at her, wondering if she had put on weight. Her bust looked larger, though with the nipples always so engorged, it was hard to tell if they were just pumped up with arousal. For the last two days she was continuously rubbing them, as though they itched, but this was just another instruction she was obeying. The half-cup bra also gave them a more pneumatic appearance.

"Yes sir, thank you, sir," she smiled. Not knowing what he meant, she frowned in consternation. The frown lengthened as she wondered why she was here, letting him inspect her, before she left the house. She was dressed exactly as she should be, ready to go shopping.

There was something worrying her about the clothes, though she couldn't put a finger on what it was exactly. They were clean and expensive, nothing to worry about, so she put it out of her mind. It was far easier to follow instructions from her trainer, than worry about little details.

With a fresh set of instructions she set out on a shopping spree. As much as she liked spending money, she was full of eagerness to get back to him. The store she needed was hard to find. Jenny pulled her clothes together, not feeling safe in the poor looking mall. Wandering into the obscure store, with no window display, she prepared to do what she was most familiar with, spending money.

***

Walking around the store in a dream she wondered what she was doing there. She stood looking at a package not seeing it. A hand went up to massage a breast, while the other, straightened out her panties. The gusset was pulled into her cheeks and between her lips, so she dug the red silk out. 

She stood before a rack of clothes, with a hand massaging a breast, and the other playing with her pussy. 

"Can I help you?" a young girl smirked. "You seem very interested in the outfit," she added.

Jenny looked at her slowly coming to. "Yes, do you have my size? Good I'll take it," she said. The black dress looked so sophisticated, she didn't worry about their policy on returning goods. 

Jen arrived home to find a note on the kitchen table from Brian. He was out looking for an apartment. 

She massaged her breasts while reading the short note. It was a strange thing to do but her breasts had never been so sensitive, as though needing to be soothed. It had never bothered her if they were touched or not, during foreplay or afterwards, yet recently she couldn't leave them alone. 

They had become sensitive and she found herself touching them. She even had to buy softer cotton bras, as the old nylon ones rubbed the nipples, leaving them like hard pebbles. 

It was while out shopping yesterday she noticed a larger cup size was needed. Was it from rubbing them and kneading them so often that they had grown larger, and so sensitive? 

She decided to go about the usual domestic chores, as a distraction. In each bedroom there was a wash-basket and she visited each to collect dirty washing, to make up a load. It would keep her busy though her mind began to wander. Every time she tried to concentrate her thoughts seemed to fade.

In the guest room Jenny found a pair of dirty underpants in her hand and sniffed them. It was a nasty thing to do, but the smell of maleness was so strong it seemed to overwhelm her. It struck her like a slap to the face, in such stark, black and white clarity she seemed mesmerized by the odor, rather than repelled by it. If he came into the room at that moment, he could take her without a struggle. 

This realization hurt as much as a punch in the stomach. The thought of it tightened her chest bringing on a panic attack. She needed to get out of there! If he came in right then she would just capitulate, and kneel to the inevitable. As bad as that thought was, it would be impossible to resist, Jenny would have to comply whatever he wanted to do with her.

Jenny fell back on the bed panting; sucking in great lung-full's of air. Laying on the bed rubbing the crotch of her panties for dear life, she knew something was dreadfully wrong. 

She was deeply frustrated, that had been obvious over the last few days. Her husband was away, but that didn't explain why she was so horny all the time. It didn't explain why she was in the guest room, her fathers room, vigorously masturbating, with his image in her head. She didn't want to, she just couldn't help it. 

He wasn't a stud or even slightly attractive to women. He was old and overweight, yet she was masturbating, thinking of that old pervert. 

She had tried to goad him into arguing, in an attempt to get him to leave, though in return, he had become polite and was helping her around the house. He cooked their breakfast every morning, even going out of his way to buy the ingredients, to make a special fresh fruit drink; what he called his 'special juice'. 

Unexpectedly she was getting up early, in anticipation of a good breakfast and the special juice he made for her.

For a moment the excitement became much stronger, on thinking of his juice inside her. Her fingers had found her bud, hard and sensitive, and she nearly had an orgasm. The sexual tension hit a plateau and she knew she wouldn't reach the satisfaction craved for. She continued playing with herself, unable to stop, needing to do it, wanting to get rid of the frustrating feeling of being continuously on the edge. 

It didn't seem to matter her father might come home and find her like this. Spread over his bed, fingering her pussy, squeezing her nipples.

Jen tried a bit harder, pushing two fingers inside. She was desperate to cum, not wanting to spend the rest of day feeling so distracted, so sexed up. Surely it was just that mistake of sniffing his underwear, and the strong maleness, that brought her father to mind, while trying to get herself off. 

She felt a moment of deep shame that she was doing this, for she had never before played with her pussy. It soon passed as the need to orgasm overtook her. Her thighs soon became messy, with her sex juices. She didn't want to stain the stocking tops so spread her legs wider over his bed.

Whenever Brian spoke to her it felt like an order that couldn't be ignored. He was an older man of authority, and so of course, it would feel like that. With her husband away he was the man of the house, entitled to guide her. At first it seemed a curious thought, though it soon took hold of her. She began to take it seriously, especially after breakfast and that wonderful juice. 

The thought of that horrible old man controlling her, sent a cold shiver up her spine. It quickly turned into a heated rod of iron churning her stomach, pushing her deeper into the throws of passion.

Spreading her legs more, she tried to work harder, at bringing herself off. The dress had been tugged up around the waist and she was careful not to spoil the straps and stocking tops, with her flowing juices. She could do with some of his juice right now, for she was so thirsty for his 'special juice'.

Brian watched her from the doorway, with a wry grin on his face, before walking in. The sweat was dripping from a writhing body. Fingers were rubbing her clit and a hand was squeezing a breast. Her hips were thrusting upward as she air-fucked her cunt, with a bottom bouncing, in a desperate rhythm on the mattress. 

"What's going on here then?" he asked. The exaggerated, admonishing tone of voice, was put on, for he knew full well what was happening to her. The suggestions he made to her, while under the influence of the juice, was working more effectively than he had thought possible. 

"Go away!" she shouted, between panting and gasping for air. 

"I'll leave you to it then," he said.

"Please!" she gasped. "Don't leave me like this, please. Do something!" she pleaded.

He stood above her looking down at the desperate woman, unable to stop masturbating, even in front of him. The expression on her face showed clearly a deep frustration and humiliation. She closed her eyes, as though trying to escape the dire situation. 

"What do you want me to do?" he asked. 

"I need to," she croaked from a dry throat. "I need a," she tried again. She was too dehydrated to cry, or too far gone for tears. She should stop this awful show before her father but couldn't stop, couldn't escape the torment. The need had built up to such a pitch an orgasm was paramount, far stronger than her moral decency. 

He sat on the edge of the bed trying to look stern, as though disapproving of this indecent display of wantonness. "I've never seen such a wanton exhibition," he claimed, which was true. Brian had been to some dirty dives in his time, but this wasn't just an act, it was a real sexual desperation.

"I can't take much more! Please help me!" Jenny cried out.

"I'm not sure I should, it wouldn't be decent," Brian admonished her.

"Please!" she yelped, while furiously rubbing her clit with a thumb and two fingers delving inside. 

"What do you want me to do?" he asked, with a sound of resignation in his voice, as though he were reluctant. It was the hottest display of sexual fervor he had ever seen, and it took all his self-control not to just jump her.

"No! Please don't make me say it, please! Just do it!" she gasped. Jenny was under a maelstrom of emotions, bombarding her mind, with explosions of conflict ripping her apart. She couldn't admit to such a disgusting need, let alone say it. The awful realization of what she needed, a relief from the powerful lust driving her, had to be assuaged for it was driving her mad.

"Tell me what you want," he persisted.

"Do it to me, make me cum!" she cried out. 

"Do what exactly," he teased her.

"Bastard! You know what I need, I must have it, I need a cock in me," she screeched. 

He moved closer leaning over her, with the dirty stale smell of beer and cigarettes, wafted among the odor of her sweat and musky, pungent sex. 

"You bastard, just do me, fuck me, fuck me now, you bastard!" she cried out, as though in pain.

He scrambled onto the bed, moving between her legs. They quivered in anticipation. Her stomach convulsed, sickened from what she anticipated, yet trembling with desire too. 

Brian positioned himself over the young attractive woman, remaining in control, ready to pierce her. His engorged cock rubbed her thigh and she arched her back searching for him. 

"You bastard, give it to me, do me, now!" she complained. 

He avoided the searching movements of her swiveling hips, pinning her shoulders down with his weight and her torso with his fat stomach. "Ask me nicely," he demanded.

"No! Don't make me wait! Oh! Please, please fuck me, please," she cried out. She felt his cock nudge her lips. "No! I can't do this, its wrong, stop please, no!" she cried out in fear. 




Jenny Ch. 01



She felt his cock move up across her lips to prod her stomach, away from where she needed it to be. "No! No! I didn't mean it. Fuck me, please fuck me. Fill me with your lovely big cock! Oh! Please fuck me, I do want you inside me," she wailed.

A sudden thrust between her inner lips, into her vagina, felt as though her whole world was being made whole. "Yes! Ride me, make me cum! Ride me you bastard. Fuck my brains out you shit!" she yelled.

Her legs automatically sprang up around his back, as though making sure not to lose it. She pressed hard with her heels, pushed up with her hips and pulled hard with inner muscles. Jenny worked hard on his cock until feeling him spurt his special juices into her. 

She drummed upon is back with her heels. She panted as though being strangled. "Yes!" she hissed. "Fill me up with your sperm, make me yours. Make me cum. I'm there. Oh! God! I'm there! You bastard, you've made me cum! Oh! At last, thank you, sir. Thank you for making me cum, sir," she groaned. 

The feeling of an orgasm ranged across her body again and again rippling after shocks of sensations, tensing muscles then letting them go completely. Emotions of self-hate and relief and smoldering desire rocked through her mind, deeper than thoughts. 

Brian withdrew from her body, easing himself out of the slackening lock of her legs, and slid off the end of the bed. She curled up into a fetal ball, not ready to deal with what she had just done. He too would have to think about what had happened.



Jenny Ch. 01



“Is that ok with you Terry?”. 

“Yes” returned the short reply.

He whispered in my right ear as though he was thinking out loud. 

“Miss Payne shall we ask your Terry to join us? I think we need his help .It would be so much better for him if his view was not restricted. You would have the added bonus of seeing his excitement” he paused “What do you think?”

I was still catching my breath and dealing with the subsiding near climax, tingling from head to toe. “What do you think Miss Payne?”. I was not very responsive. 

”Miss Payne?”

“Yes that will be fine” I felt that if he had asked me do anything I would have agreed.

His fingers from his right hand slowly circled around my inner thigh caressing my bare flesh just above my stocking top. 

“Yes…..Please…..”. I was longing for him to let his fingers enter me once more and so taken us with this thought I had missed the conversation between Terry & Mr. Clarke.

“Good Miss Payne he is on his way”. As he kissed my right cheek and nuzzled his nose into my ear.

“You taste divine my dear”. He let his fingers brush my left inner thigh and my legs started to part. “And we have only just begun”.

My Back arched against his left hand.

“ummmmmh….please…..please” I moaned softly.

I was so moist I could feel my juices causing his fingers to drag slightly across my bare flesh, I wanted to be relieved so badly

The door opened slowly and Terry looked into the office.

“Ah Terry there you are” he moved his head to gesture were he wanted him “Come over here”.

He was dressed in his navy security uniform less the jacket and looking very smart. He smiled at me gently and I mouthed that I loved him. He walked steadily to the side of the chair

Looking up at Terry 

“Doesn’t your wife look lovely Terry” His face was flushed. Just imagine how he felt. Mr. Clarke wearing only a white polo shirt sitting in his large leather chair with his erection clearly visible, his wife dressed only in black underwear and heels with her legs wide apart sitting on his knee. With this mans hand caressing her inner thighs and she was enjoying it!

“She does” he swallowed. “She is beautiful”. As his eyes surveyed my body, he could plainly see my arousal. My nipples erect protruded through the black lace of my bra, my vagina lips were swollen and red and the expression on my face was a mixture of distress and desire.

Mr. Clarke spoke with great control 

“She is very excited and aroused Terry” as he tilted his down to improve his view and moved his fingers to my swollen lips 

“Just look”. His fingers danced across me. 

“Ahhhhh” I moaned and started to shudder. With his fingers still gently rotating he looked at Terry in the eye. 

“Can you see?”.

I moaned gently as I heard him answer. 

“Oh yes she is……” he paused and asked “May I?” holding out his right hand towards me. 

“You may” Mr. Clarke opened my lips as wide as he could with his fingers and Terry rested his left hand on my stocking clad right knee then gingerly reached forward probing my open lips with his middle fingers. I could feel him explore my cavity and I could here the slopping noise from the moisture the arousal had generated.

“uuumhhhhhhhh” I arched my back again pushing my lower back against Mr. Clarke’s left hand. Terry started to move his fingers faster around inside me. 

“Oh Yes…..Oh Yes….Oh Terry that is so good. ” I was swooning. ”Oh yes” I started to shout as the pleasure surged through me. “Oh yes!”

Mr. Clarke interrupted. “Remove your fingers” as he pulled Terry’s hand away. This time I was annoyed. 

“You bastard” I barked at him. 

” Now Miss Payne I don’t believe you should talk to me like that!”. 

I was so close to orgasm that I had briefly lost any inhibitions. 

“I was so near” I must have sounded as though I was whining “so near…..please just…just take me”.

“Miss Payne you must be patient my dear.” He turned to Terry. “Step back” and he did.

He swiftly stood me up and turned me to face him, with one swift movement he slide my G-string knickers down my legs and discarded them; then drawing his own legs together he sat me on his lap facing him straddling his knees. With hands resting on my hips he gently pulled me forward until his very erect cock was nudging at my moist haven. 

”Ummmh Miss Payne you are lovely”. At that moment my whole universe centered round the teasing sensation between my legs as his helmet brushed my lips. 

He eased slightly further forward 

“Ahhhhhhhh” and let himself partially enter me, I tried to push myself further onto him but his hands on my hips prevented me from achieving deeper penetration. 

“I want you……Fuck me you bastard…….now”

He turned his head towards Terry smiling broadly. 

“She can be a real tart can’t she?”

Terry looking a little puzzled never having seen me like this. “I’ve never seen her behave like this before.”

“She is a tart but you just didn’t realize” motioning with his head “Be a good fellow and release her bra, let me see those gorgeous breasts” 

He immediately stepped behind me and fiddled with the catch. I could feel my breasts breaking free as he unwound the bra from my arms. 

“Offer them to me Terry” Terry looked puzzled. “Cup them in your hands and offer them to me”. Terry passing his arms under mine cupped my full firm breasts and lifted them towards Mr. Clarke’s face. 

“Thank you…they look divine…..What should I do with your whore Terry, what shall I do with your Tarts breasts?” 

“Enjoy them they are yours to have, suck them, nibble her nipples, devour them and play with them”. I was taken aback at Terry’s descriptiveness and willingness to share me. Mr. Clarke smiled. 

“Thank You” and then he just sucked furiously at my now very erect nipples and buried his head deep within my cleavage, as looked down I ran my hands around his balding head as he left saliva trails over my upper body. He removed his hands from my hips allowing me to slide further onto to his engorged cock which felt so good as it penetrated deep into my very being. His hands now on my buttocks pulled me in close to him.

“Oh yes, Oh Yes,” this time I was not coming down again from the very height of ecstasy “Oh yes” I screamed out.

I bucked up and down on his lap.

Terry whispered in my ear “Come on baby, come on Jen, cum for me, let him have you” that stirred me within and only heightened my arousal. And with that I exploded in orgasm, wave after wave, after wave of pleasure racked my body as all I could do was mutter whimpers.

“Lovely ...lovely. She cums beautifully. Don’t you think Terry?” as he sat upright looking at my rag doll body. 

“Oh yes she does she is very good” Terry still cupping my breasts, but by now was manipulating and tweaking my nipples. Mr. Clarke was grinning broadly. 

“Stand her up Terry and bend her forward over my desk” he helped me to my feet swiveled me around and pushed me forward over the desk. My face and chest met the cold leather inlay. 

“That’s good…what a view she an exquisite arse ….open her legs wider. “ 

Two hands grasped at my inner thighs and opened my legs and I was aware of a white polo shirt being discarded. Mr. Clarke was pointing to Terry to sit in the chair I had started the evening in. “over there” as he sat in front of me.

I grasped the far side of the very wide desk with outstretched arms as I was aware of two hands running around my backside and floating across my stocking tops, twanging and playing with my suspenders. Then my backside was kissed and licked. “Lovely, just lovely” he muttered his hands roaming up and down my stockings. “Silk ummmmh, lace and bare flesh. Ummmmh lovely Miss Payne, just lovely”. He repeated himself time and time again. 

He was enjoying and savoring the moment, filling his mind with the image of my surrendered lingerie covered body he saw before him. 

Grasping my hips with both hands and with one quick advance Mr. Clarke’s swollen manhood entered me. I was so moist there was no resistance at all.

“Arrghhhh” I let out a yelp of surprise and pleasure looking directly at Terry. 

“Tell her what you want me to do Terry”. His in and out rhythm was slow but deep and very penetrating. With each inward thrust my face seemed to screw up in pleasure and the same noise came from my mouth 

“Arrghhhh” Terry was now squirming in his chair. 

“Take it out” I blasted at him” Take it out. Arrghhhh”.

He didn’t need any more encouragement as undid his flies and removed his very hard cock, it was a picture of relief on his face that he started to stroke it.

“Arrghhhh” I squealed again.

“Terry tell her what you want me to do to her” still maintaining his rhythm with his hands either holding my hips or massaging my buttocks. 

“I do love to see a woman in suspenders and stockings” he muttered. “Miss Payne you are very sexy and have certainly excited me, can you tell?”

“Arrghhhh yes I can” Another long harder thrust.

“How can you tell?” as his hands wandered up and down my thighs

“I can feel Arrghhhh how big you are” yet another long hard thrust.

“Tell your husband what you feel Miss Payne.” His hands roaming freely

“Arrghhhh …….your….Arrghhhh your large…Arrghhhh cock inside….Arrghhhh me swelling up” screwing my face up again with each thrust as the pleasure began building deep within me.

“Terry tell her….tell her what you want me to do “

“Jen I want him to fill you up, I want him to cum inside you and” he paused to breath”…………… I want you to cum at the same time” his hand movement sped up as he talked. “for me honey! Let me see him take you.”

“Arrghhhh…….Oh yes” that was trigger to send me on the roller coaster of orgasm again. I could feel it building up within me and at the same time I could feel this cock within me swelling even more. The strokes suddenly became more aggressive and urgent, with me now trying to push back and meet each inbound thrust. My back arched I pushed my upper body away from the Desk.

“Miss Payne……….” He sounded out of breath as he ran a hand from my neck down my spine“ ask and you shall receive”.

“Arrghhhh….please” I panted

“Please what?” his hands all over my body each touch like an electric current.

“Arrghhhh” another thrust took my breath away

“What?”

“Arrghhhh ….fill me sir….fuck me!” I got louder and louder until I was shouting at the top of my voice 

“Arrghhhh ….fuck me sir….fill me with your cum!” I saw Terry stand and walk towards the desk, he stopped in front of me directly by my face. He lifted my chin and placed his swollen shaft between my lips. Semen almost immediately sprayed from his cock all over my tongue spilling down over my chin and then my chest as he removed it and held it by my open lips. The aroma as his ejaculating penis rested by my nostrils and the salty taste across my lapping tongue tipped me over the edge and I lost all control. 

Mr. Clarke spoke “Come on Miss Payne, come on, cum for me and I will fill you” that stirred me again and only heightened my arousal. And with that I felt him exploded inside me showering my inner chamber with his warm plentiful orgasm, wave after wave came over me, again the pleasure racked my body as all I could do was mutter and whimper.

”Yes, yes, yes” my voice becoming softer and quieter. As he continued to pump into me, with each thrust nearly lifting my body from the desk as he emptied himself deep within me 

“Ummhhhhhh did you feel me cum” he asked ”Did you feel me fill you up?” as remained inside me gently thrusting in and out of me massaging my buttocks and lower back.

“Well Miss Payne?” sinking his fingers into my shoulders and making me feel so ummmmh no words can describe the after feeling. 

“Oh yes, I felt it all!” I was exhausted and collapsed flat on the desk. I was aware that he withdrew and that as he did he had lingered running his hands over my buttocks and stocking tops, he then planted a kiss on my left buttock. When I came to my senses he had gone from the office. It was just a scene of debauchery left behind. Terry slouched in the chair opposite me with his flaccid cock laying on his lap, while I still lay face down across the desk feeling the sticky semen around my mouth and below my breasts and the moisture that ran down my inner thighs from between my legs. I remained still on the desk aware that my clothing was strewn around me on the floor and still feeling warm and very sexy after exciting these two men to the point of orgasm.

My mind was in a spin.

Had I got the job? 

Did it matter?

What would work be like tomorrow?

Could I ever face this man again?

To Be Continued



Jenny Ch. 02



I'd been living in the frat house for a week when Tim came to me and said that there would be a party that night and I would be the party favor. I was a little nervous after what happened last time. For the entire week I'd been forced to have sex with so many men I couldn't even remember their faces. I had pretty much gotten used to it though. It's hard not to when you spend at least 4-5 hours a day with strangers cocks in most of your holes. 

Tim told me that it would be all the frat and some alumni. I would be required downstairs at 9pm sharp, and to be wearing absolutely nothing. I knew I had to do as he said or I'd be hurt and my reputation would be ruined. 

At 9pm, I walked down the stairs and there were a lot of people sitting in the living room just staring at me. Tim said "Well gentlemen, here is our entertainment for the night. Jenny is the frat slut. She's only been here a week, but she is fitting in just fine, or should I say, we are fitting in her just fine." All the guys started laughing and cheering. 

I just stood there blushing and feeling vulnerable. I was embarrassed about being naked in front of all of these men. But the most embarrassing things were yet to come.

Tim pointed to a high buffet at the side of the room and told me to go over and sit on it. I did as I was instructed. He then told me to pull my knees up and spread my legs open as far apart as they could go. I did as I was told, but I could feel the blood rising to my face. Then Tim told me to reach down and spread my cunt lips open. Again I followed his orders despite my embarrassment. All the guys started nodding and making approving noises. Tim made me sit like that while he described my first night at the house when I was gangbanged and pissed on then finally thrown away by my boyfriend and how it was the night I lost my virginity. I wanted to die as all of the men sat there with huge smiles on their faces rubbing their cocks through their pants. 

Tim told me to stand up and come to him, which I did. He proceeded to pinch and pull my nipples and slap my tits. I just stood there and took it. Then he told me to bend over and touch my toes. Once I did, he shoved 3 fingers straight into my asshole, but they slid right in due to all of the anal sex I had been subjected to in the past week. I do have to admit that sex started to actually feel kind of good once my cunt and ass had been stretched from their painfully tight virgin state. 

Tim then led me over to the coffee table and told me to lay on my stomach. I did as I was told and he told me to move up so my head and shoulders hung off of the table and as I moved I noticed a small bucket where my head was to go. He told me to put my head in the bucket. Again, out of fear, I did was I was told. Tim then took some duct tape and taped me around my back to the coffee table as if I were wearing a tube top of duct tape. My tits were smashed so hard into the table it hurt. He told me to put my feet to the sides of the table and I did as I was told.

He then turned to the group and explained the situation. He said that while I was doing good so far as the frat slut, he wanted to make sure I knew my place and he wanted to show me. He said that everyone could fuck my cunt or ass as many times as he wished. And to make sure that there was a lot of cum in my cunt, as I wasn't on the pill, and he thought it would be funny if I got pregnant and no one knew who the father was since so many people have cum in me.

One of the guys asked what the bucket was for. He said the he wanted a line formed in front of it with guys constantly jerking off or pissing into it. He said I would have to drink it fast or drown. I started getting upset at this point. It disgusted me and frightened me. I couldn't drink that fast. I started to cry softly and Tim came around and slapped my ass so hard it took my breath away. 

For the first hour everything was fine, I just laid there while my ass and cunt got fucked and filled. Guys were jacking off and pissing all over my head into the bucket but it had just reached my nose and started filling it, but I could still breathe from my mouth. 

Tim came over to check on the progress and said “Well, well, well, look at little Jen, head covered in cum and piss. Soon you’ll have to drink that Jenny. Let me make it go faster for you.” He undid his pants and started to piss into the bucket it brought the level up over my mouth. I held my breath and Tim must have gotten pissed off because he leaned down and bit my nipple so hard I gasped and all the piss and cum flowed into my mouth and I started to choke. Tim bit harder and I started to gulp it down. It tasted to disgusting. Tim just laughed at me and finally stopped biting my nipple.

I ended up drinking constantly from the bucket from that point on for at least a half hour. Finally Tim untapped me and pulled my sopping wet head from the bucket. I was so relieved, but then I started to feel sick, and I ran to the bathroom and threw up. All that cum and piss got to me. I started to clean myself up, but Tim came in and yanked me back out of the bathroom and told me that I had more work to do.

I came back out into the living room and all of the guys were still there, starting at me. Tim told me to lay down on the coffee table. Then he brought out a bottle of champagne and popped the cork. I didn’t know what was going on. The next thing I knew, Tim was forcing the open end of the bottle in my cunt. The champagne started spraying inside of me, which felt extremely weird, but good at the same time. He then pulled the bottle out and sprayed me with the rest of the champagne. Once the champagne was gone, he pulled my legs up and then shoved the bottle in my asshole. I shrieked, from surprise mostly, as my asshole was pretty stretched out and gaping by that point. But he kept forcing it further and further and it began to hurt a bit. Luckily he stopped and told me that I’d just have to keep it in there all night. Then he told the rest of the guys to do as they wanted and have their way with me, he was going to bed.

He walked up the steps and as soon as he was out of sight, all of the guys had their cocks hard and waiting for me to service them. I sucked and fucked all night and into the morning. Tim came back down in the morning, looking nice and refreshed. I had fallen asleep in a pool of cum on the coffee table. I was jerked out of my slumber by feeling something entering my pussy. I looked down and Tim was putting his whole fist in me! I was scared at first, but then I realized that it didn’t hurt. I guess it had been used to much that it was really stretched out and loose. I could feel his hand going in slowly. He was being surprisingly gentle. I looked at him and he smiled a little and asked me if I was enjoying it. I had to admit, that yes, I was. He smiled again. He kept sliding his hand deeper and deeper into my cunt. I could feel cum squishing out around his wrist. He finally got it all the way in and I gasped. He looked up at me and saw the look on my face and smiled even more. He started to move his fingers around deep inside of my cunt and I started to get a tingling sensation. The next thing I knew, I was bucking on his hand and screaming my head off. I had never felt such a good sensation in my life. I felt like I was going to go insane, it felt so wonderful. Finally when the orgasm was subsiding, Tim started gently pulling his hand out of my twat. I felt so exhausted after that. 

Tim picked me up off of the table and carried me upstairs to the shower. I was kind of sad, thinking about how he was just going to start pissing on me again. But he surprised me. He got in the shower with me, and washed my hair and body. It felt so good to get all of that sticky cum and piss off of me. I was confused as to why he was being so nice and gentle. I didn’t trust him of course. I was just waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak. However, he got me out of the shower and wrapped a huge fluffy towel around me and took me to his bedroom. He laid me down and covered me up and I promptly fell asleep. I woke up to someone sitting on the edge of my bed and I opened my eyes. It was dark outside. I couldn’t believe how long I had slept. Tim proceeded to apologize for the way he had treated me. He said that it had been his lifelong fantasy to do this to a girl. He said that turning me into a slut had turned him on more than anything had in his life. That secretly made me feel good, that I was such a turn on to him. He told me he loved doing this to me, but he felt so bad, because he really did like me. I didn’t know what to say. He asked me if I would mind staying if he promised not to make me do anything else, if I would just be with him, and if I wanted to, I could participate in parties, although it was at my discretion, and that I wouldn’t be forced into doing anything I didn’t want to. He of course, was expecting a big NO from me, but I surprised him, and myself, by saying “Tim, I would love to be your personal slut.”

But of course, what happened next is for another story…



Jenny Ch. 02



(Please read ‘Jenny - The First Chapter’ before reading this chapter)

Do you remember those questions I was asking myself as I slowly recovered from what could only be described as an orgy of unrestrained sexual pleasure?

My mind had been in a spin.

Had I got the job that I wanted? 

Did it matter?

What would work be like tomorrow?

Could I ever face Mr. Clarke again?

As my mind started to clear I collected myself and my clothing together, becoming painfully aware that I would have to face him again whether I liked it or not. I needed a job and I particularly needed this promotion. I believe they call it Hobson’s choice, in other words no choice! 

Terry and I left the office together, silently returning to the car and driving home without exchanging a word. We all know how after sex all you want to do is curl up and sleep, well that is all I wanted to do. I couldn’t face any long discussions or guilt trips this evening.

We got home, showered, had a quick microwave dinner, a glass of brandy and went to bed. Hardly trading a word or glance, as though we both knew we just wanted to be silent.

The first thing that caught my attention as light broke through my partially open eye lids, was Terry dressing for work.

“What time is it?” I asked as I rubbed my eyes and yawned. “Seven” he turned his head briefly towards me as he continued to pull up his trousers “I’m due in at eight.”

Suddenly the events of the previous evening rushed into my head and I needed to say something.

“Terry” I felt awkward and the words didn’t flow. “Terry my love.”

He sat at the end of the bed and looked at me.

“Jen I never knew you were like that or….” looking a little perplexed.

“like what?” sitting upright in bed. “Or what Terry?”

“Well…” he paused as he struggled to say what he wanted too.

“like what?” I sounded more determined.

“Well…….. so enthusiastic about…….. sex or…” he was blushing “so open about what you wanted. You have never been like that when we have been making love.”

I knew he was right, I had hardly ever used the F*** word in my life let alone during sex and had never had sex with more than one person at a time. Infact I had not slept with many men in my life, probably only about three before Terry. I could also safely say I had never in all my life had such strong orgasms as I had had that evening, Mr. Clarke had taken me places that no one else had ever taken me to before. 

It was very weird as I was not attracted to him, infact he repulsed me a little and I cringe at the thought of this overweight balding 52 year old lecherous man touching me. He seemed at that moment to have this power over me and I was completely at his mercy, he made me feel very tarty and for some unknown reason that awakened something deep inside me that had never been tapped before. And the worrying thing is the prospect of something similar occurring again excites me. 

“Terry I don’t know why…” (Well I’m not going to tell him what I have just admitted to you am I!) …he just ….he just sent me crazy” quickly adding to it “it was for you I did it and only because you were there.” 

I was now kneeling on the bed right beside him.

”And you enjoyed it too…..remember?” 

“I love you Terry” as I held his face in my hands and kissed him firmly on the lips as though to back up what I had said. 

“Nothing will happen without your agreement”..

I was hoping Terry would believe what I said as the way I now felt meant there was no guarantee!

“..is that Ok?”

“I love you too” pausing as he stood. “And yes that is ok and yes you are right I enjoyed watching you with him.” He kissed me on the cheek and left for work.

As I prepared myself for work the same questions continually wandered around my mind.

What would work be like today?

Could I ever face Mr. Clarke and what will I say to him?

What will he say to me and expect of me?

I started to select my underwear from my drawer, tights, white knickers and bra. 

“No I can’t wear those, what if…..” I started talking to myself “… what if I have another encounter today?” 

I quickly reselected a pink lacey bra and matching thong with tan lace top hold ups. Looking at myself in the mirror as I buttoned up my white blouse, zipped up my black skirt and slipped into my black heels, I complimented myself on how sexy I looked.

“God this is worrying I’m dressing to please Clarke!” and that felt very exciting.

I sat at my desk and tried to get on with my work, but was constantly distracted wondering if Mr. Clarke would be in the office today, and if so would he call me. What should I do if he tries anything on? I was feeling very apprehensive and also very excited all day especially knowing what underwear I was wearing, and although I would not have admitted if you asked me, I wanted him to take me and use me again.

It must have been about 3ish when Anita Booth passed my office door and as she did stopped, leaned against the door post, popping her head around the corner.

“Hi Jenny….I’m off to see Mr. Clarke.” Smiling as she spoke and raising a finger to her lips as though it should be a secret. “I think he’s going to offer me the job!”

She quickly left and smiling sarcastically at me through my window, until she was out of site.

Anita Booth must be a few years older than me around 32 I would think, size 16, plumpish so could do with shedding a few pounds and I would say not the prettiest girl in the office by some way. She does always dress very businesslike in a skirt and blouse with her hair tied up in bun, looking very professional wearing her spectacles.

I later discovered why she was so cock sure of getting ‘The Job’. She had been attending to Mr. Clarke’s needs in his office regularly over the last couple of weeks. He had given her the strong impression that because of this the new job was hers, so that encouraged her to offer him oral sex regularly. 

I was later to find that he particularly liked the submissive way she gave him oral satisfaction as she either swallowed most or all of his cum; or she would let him withdraw at the last moment allowing him to cum over her face or cleavage.

My thought patterns were disturbed about an hour later by my telephone ringing at my desk.

“Hello, Jenny Payne speaking”.

“Clarke here” Mr. Clarke retorted in his abrupt voice. I momentarily froze and failed to answer. 

“I have Miss Booth in the office with me, I want you to join us now”.

I was speechless.

“Are you there Payne?” he barked.

“Yes sir…sorry sir I’ll be there directly”.

I was in a flat spin not being able to decide whether I was scared of what may happen or excited by the prospect of another adventure that stretched my sexual boundaries. Either way I had no choice but to go.

I tentatively knocked on his office door.

“Enter” he barked from behind the solid wood door.

I swung it open and walked in, not sure how to react after my list visit to this room.

The aroma of the wooden furniture struck my nostrils and all the feelings of the previous evening flooded my mind.

Anita Booth was standing in front of me with her back to the door facing Mr. Clarke who was sitting back in his leather chair the other side of his large oak desk.

“Close the door and come forward” he directed me with his hand waving in the general direction of Anita.

As I let the door swing closed and started to step forward he barked at me again.

“I said close the door” pointing at the door, I obviously looked a little puzzled as the door was shut.

“Turn the lock so we are not disturbed” he sounded exasperated; a shudder went up my spine as I turned and complied with his request. At that moment I knew that something sexual was very likely to happen and the very thought strangely excited me.

He beckoned me forward to stand beside Anita as he spoke.

“Miss Booth is in need of some help Miss Payne”. As I stood beside her I became aware that she was standing there with her white blouse completely unbuttoned and untucked as it hung out of the top of her skirt; her white full cup plain cotton bra was in full view. Not only that, she was holding the front hem of her skirt in her hands so her knickers and tights were in full view.

I started to blush.

“Miss Payne” he made eye contact with me. ”Unbutton your blouse so Miss Booth can see your underwear.”

I hesitated for moment then started to release the buttons one by one, slowly revealing my lacey pink bra.

“See Booth that’s what we call good presentation” looking at me. “She needs some instruction regarding her dress code at work”.

Turning back and looking at Anita.

“Well look closely women…. Function is important, but presentation turns an ordinary day into a spectacular experience” she was obviously embarrassed and so was I 

“Not only does it look good but it will feel good too, far better than just the white cotton thing your wearing” waving a hand in my general direction.

“Feel for yourself….. go on touch her bra” I was blushing and so was Anita.

She turned to face me and although she said nothing her eyes spoke apologetically as she let go of her skirt and her left hand cupped, stroked and felt my lace covered right breast. It was like electricity passing through my body and without any warning I let out a gasp.

Mr. Clarke at this point stood up and walked around behind us as he spoke.

“Well feel the other one too. …... but linger a while and just enjoy the moment. I know Miss Payne will”

He was visibly drooling as she complied and massaged my left breast a little more firmly than the other, both hands now in unison kneading me.

“That’s right just caress and fondle those gorgeous globes” 

My nipples now displayed my excitement as even Mr. Clarke became aware that they were erect.

From behind me he whispered in my ear.

“So you like that ummhhhhhh”. Watching as she manipulated my breasts. 

“Now Miss Payne please lift your skirt to your waist so Miss Booth can appreciate the rest of your attire”. I didn’t even hesitate I just did as he asked and lifted the hem showing my hold ups and thong.

“Ummhhhhhh” he responded “Very sexy ummhhhhhh nice”.

Standing directly behind Anita he placed his hands on her shoulders. We looked at each other directly in the eye, not knowing what we were about to be subjected to. With his hands on the top of her shoulders he pushed downwards.

“Kneel” so she did finding her face level with my crotch.

“See Miss Booth that is what we call sexually alluring underwear a complete contrast to the underwear you have on and Miss Payne has worn it today to excite me, haven’t you?” I didn’t answer just blushed as he looked at me straight in the eye with a smile 

on his face. 

Still gazing directly into my eyes he gently pushed her head forward until I could feel her breath on my thighs.

“Take a close look Miss Booth and feast your eyes on what you see”. 

I swallowed hard as I tried to keep my composure.

“Run your hands up her thighs and feel those silk holdups with there lacey tops” she obeyed again and ran her hands slowly up my calf’s and onto my outer thighs.

“Ahhh” I gasped again and arched my back at the same time as biting my bottom lip.

He leant forward and placed his hands directly over hers and guided her to touch the bare flesh at the top of my legs.

“Ahhh” I gasped again.

Holding her wrists he pushed her hands still higher until they came to rest on the front of my hip bones, then around to grasp my buttocks hidden under my skirt.

“See Miss Booth doesn’t that feel wonderful” his cheek brushed my left breast and paused for a moment as he straightened himself up.

He then pushed her head slowly forward again until her nose brushed the gusset of my thong.

“Can you smell the aroma of her excitement?” 

“Well Miss Booth?”

“Yes I Can” she answered faintly

“Lick her gusset” The atmosphere was electric as I amazed myself at letting this happen to me. I could feel her tongue drag along the material and this in turn causing a brushing sensation along my lips, simultaneously her hands started to massage my buttocks. 

Mr. Clarke walked behind me.

“Carry on Miss Booth” so she continued stroking my now damp thong with her tongue each stroke seemed to penetrate even further. The soft moist material gradually invading the valley between my lips.

“Miss Payne” he whispered as his hands came under my arms and cupped my breast, with thumb and finger tweaking my engorged nipples.

“Ahhhhhhhhh” was the only response I could muster as I was again overcome by eroticism of the situation. 

“Part your legs my dear” as his foot encouraged me to widen my stance by tapping gently on my inner ankles. I did as he requested this allowing Anita better access to my haven. 

”We discovered you were a tart last night begging me to take you, today my dear we will discover that you have other hidden sexual cravings!”

“Tell Miss Booth what you begged me to do to you last evening” I could here him purring. “Well?”

“I….” was I actually going to say out loud what I was thinking? “…….begged you to ………..fuck me.” Blushing furiously.

“And did I?”

“Yes you…..” still biting my bottom lip “…. did”

“Yes I did what?” he knew this was arousing me.

“You fucked me”

“You were acting like a common whore weren’t you?”

“Yes I was” I was audibly moaning and sighing as my arousal started to peek

With this his hands sliding away from my breasts, they trailed down to my waist and stopped at my skirt clasp and zip, I hardly notice my skirt drop to the floor. His thumbs hooked into my thong waist band and gently pulled it down, Anita helped me untangle it from my legs and step out of it. 

I’m not sure who turned me around but I found myself perched on the edge of the desk, with my legs being spread wide apart.

“Lay back Miss Payne” I followed Mr. Clarke’s instruction.

Anita’s standing up had her head pushed down once more between my legs, her access now completely unobstructed as she had discarded her spectacles on the desk.

“Ahhhhhhhhh” with eyes firmly closed moaning and biting my bottom lip I was feeling things I had never felt before. Her tongue darted up and down my now swelling lips, occasionally circling my cliterous, I found my hands massaging her head and encouraging her to stay.

“Just lovely my girls….just lovely” Mr. Clarke muttered in satisfaction as he watched the situation he had created start to unfold while standing behind Anita and slowly masturbating on his erect manhood which he had released from his trousers. 

Anita raised my legs still further so that I had my knees nearly in my chest as she continued the assault on my now very wet pussy. I was starting to build to a wonderful climax, never in my life have I experienced such amazing oral sex. In fact I have never even been kissed by another woman in that way, let alone dreamt of having any sort of sexual contact.

She opened my lips with her fingers and delved deeper into me using her tongue more effectively; this was causing me to moan loudly and rhythmically with each stroke expressing noisily my pleasure and enjoyment. 

I opened my eyes and could see Mr. Clarke over Anita’s shoulder.

“So Miss Booth lets bare this fat fleshy rump of yours shall we”. As he raised her skirt, I heard a tearing sound as he ripped open the backside of her tights and pulled down her white cotton knickers to her knees.

“That’s better” as he ran his hands over naked skin and parted her legs with his knees “At last Miss Booth I will sample the womanly delights you have to offer and empty myself into you, instead of over you.”

“Ahhhhhhhhh….No” she let out a muffled sigh of pleasure as with one smooth movement he entered his engorged penis into her aroused womanhood. Amazingly it didn’t seem to put her off from attending to me, if anything it increased the intensity of her concentration.

Looking along my body over my lacey encased breasts and hands that were massaging her head between my legs; I could see Mr. Clarke was grasping her hips and was steadily driving himself into her.

He continued sliding his swollen manhood into Anita and started to talk to me.

“Miss Payne what would Terry say if he could see you now?. By the way CCTV is turned off today”. I didn’t answer I just continued to bite my bottom lip and contort my face; I didn’t care what anyone thought I just wanted to saturate myself in the wicked pleasure of the moment.

“I told you we would discover more of your hidden desires” He started to sound a little short of breath. 

“And I am sure we still have many more to discover.”

The eroticism of the moment and his comments were sending me wild, this was just too much for me to bare. I cascaded into an orgasm that seemed as though it would never stop and was punctuated by screaming at the top of my voice.

“Yeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!”

“Yes, Yes, Yes…” Mr. Clarke muttered as he started to go red in the face, grunting louder

“No ..No” Anita started to protest and was trying to stop him from taking her.

“Shut up you slut and take what you deserve!” as he slapped her buttock very hard.

Pushing her forward so she was laying over me resting on her elbows, she raised her head and arched her back looking to me to help her out of this situation, I just wriggled and wrapped my arms around her body to prevent her escape.

“Let him take you .Let him use you….just enjoy it” trying to encourage her.

“I….I…”she started to cry “I don’t want to get pregnant, stop please stop…. I don’t use any contraceptives ……stop him …..please stop him”

“Push back on him, enjoy it…..let him take you….feel him swell and let him fill you up”

Without any warning Mr. Clarke withdrew himself from her as a look of relief came over her face, he took me by surprise as he plunged himself into my pussy, which was now directly below Anita’s. I could feel that he was very swollen, as he gently moved in and out of me; He felt so good as I tried to meet the inward strokes of his still swelling erection, it was nearly impossible with the body on top of me restricting my movement.

I could feel he was close to cuming and wanted him to stay expecting him to explode any moment when he abruptly withdrew from me and planted himself back inside Anita.

“No ..No” Anita started to object again. “No. .No don’t please don’t”

He gently slide himself in and out of her moist haven, stretching her wider as he pushed deeper and deeper with each forward movement.

She now was biting her bottom lip and actually starting to enjoy the invasion. I managed to slide my upturned right hand between are belly’s and reach what felt like her lips. It obviously was.

“Aahhhhhhh….ummmmmmmmmmhhhhhh……ooohhhhhhh” her eyes closed as my fingers started to gentle caress her and as he continued to slide his manhood in and out.

I could feel her cliterous becoming more erect and it was now her turn to moan in ecstasy and climb the hill of orgasm to the point of no return. She reached it with a low long moan.

“Yessssssssss!” she exclaimed

This had an immediate effect on Mr. Clarke, as his thrusts into her increased in intensity.

“I’m going to fill you up” he blurted out “any moment…………….NOW!” with one final push he exploded hot sticky semen into her inner chamber. I could tell by the expression of horror on her face that she had felt him ejaculate with some power.

“No….No” she started to whimper… “No…”

“Oh yes Miss Booth…Oh Yes Miss Booth I have emptied myself inside you” he smiled as he taunted her and just gentle slide himself in and out of her.

After what seemed like an age he removed himself, stepped back and arranged his trousers. 

“Very nice girls, very nice………… I want to see you both here at 3.00 p.m. tomorrow” and looking at us and smiling “wear something sexy!”




Jenny Ch. 02



To Be Continued



Jenny Ch. 02



Chapter 02: Jenny's Output

This story continues directly from Jenny Ch:1 Jenny's input

Jenny sat down; making sure that her short skirt rode up. After John had got her so high earlier in the day, and now being closeted with Ben and his obvious arousal may not be a good idea, but she was on a high and loved the tense sexual atmosphere. Ben bent down and retrieved another board. He looked up her skirt and saw her wet pussy lips, which made his erection start to throb visibly. He put the board back and stood up, his erection throbbing only inches from her face.

She looked at the bulge as it pulsated in his shorts and shivered involuntarily. Ben laughed and said. "Wouldn't you be more comfortable without that wet top on?"

"Ben" she said coyly, "I couldn't do that, what if someone walked in?"

Ben reached out and locked the door. He stood there with his hands on his hips, pushing is hips forward so that his erection pushed hard against his shorts all the time looking into her eyes. The challenge had been made, what would she do.

Jenny thought about it for a minute and then stood up. She slowly lifted her top over her head, looking down at her breasts she said, "That's much better."

Ben's eyes were glued, his erection was now throbbing wildly, she took a step closer to him and said, "If you lose control Ben I will have to bite your head off." Her hand brushed his penis as she gazed into his eyes.

His hands shot to her breasts, followed by his mouth. Jenny gasped out loud, she leaned her head back and enjoyed the sensations running through her body, smiling she looked at him, totally out of control now, his hand moved between her legs and as his finger penetrated her she pulled his head up and kissed him passionately. She sat on the edge of the desk and allowed him total access to her body. She felt in complete control, knowing that she had guided them to this outburst of passion. He went to drop his shorts, hoping to fuck her.

"No Ben not yet, make me come first."

He smiled and slowly moved down. Pushing her legs apart he ran his tongue over her bud rapidly and then slowly licked her inner lips. As relaxed as she was it took only a minute for her to come, no screams this time just a long low moan of shuddering pleasure. As it subsided she pulled him up and leaned him against the desk. "You lost control Ben." she said, "I'm going to have to bite your head off, forgive me if it takes a while wont you."

He didn't say anything, he didn't need to. Slowly she went to her knees, taking his shorts with her, his erect member springing free. She took it in her hand and slowly ran her fingers along its length, pulling the skin back, her other hand played with his scrotum. Jenny had an overpowering sense of control; she knew she could do anything she wanted at this moment. 

What she did was run her tongue around his swollen prick, flicking at the head, making him moan and jerk. Then she took the head into her mouth and twirled her tongue round it as she sucked hard, she started pushing it into her mouth, all the time the tongue doing its work. First just the head and then all of him and then just the head, creating a cycle of motion that drove him wild, his breathing was erratic and he was jerking madly. Her free hand slid between his legs, spreading them so that she could play with his arse as she sucked and then lightly touch the sensitive area between. Ben lifted one leg onto the desk giving her easy access. A few moments she felt his hand on her head and knew that he was going to come. She gave a final flurry of sucking and motion and felt his juice spurt into her mouth, she kept going until she had every last drop. The first spasm went to the back of her throat and she had swallowed it but the rest she saved. As she stood up it dribbled from her mouth.

Ben watched as his juices ran down her chin and dripped onto her breast. Jenny gathered it up with her finger and put it into her mouth. He still watched as her tongue came out and cleaned up all it could find. "Never waste any." Jenny said softly.

"Jen, Jen you in there?" Tommy called, banging on the door "John's got a problem upstairs."

The knock on the door made them both jump but Jenny's feeling of control stayed with her "Oh! Ok Tommy." she said, smiling "Won't be a second just got to put things back together."

The both laughed as Ben pulled his shorts. "Kiss them goodbye then" she said taking her tits in her hand and pushing them at Ben. He dutifully obliged giving each nipple and long lingering suck before Jenny put her top on. "I'll leave this room for you to sort out, by the way second shelf third board in is probably loose, should solve the problem. Think I better put a clean top on before I go up though don't you."

"Why spoil their fun." Ben laughed, "Maybe they will want to kiss them as well.

As Jenny opened the door, she laughed and said, "What makes you think they haven't already." Ben stopped in his tracks and stared at her disappearing back.

Jenny changed her top and then went up to see John. The problem didn't take long to solve and she spent the rest of the day with them, teasing as well as working. More than once Jake almost caught John with his hands up her skirt or top.

As they finished for the day Jake said, "If I give you a beer tonight are you gonna do a strip cos I just gotta see them tits Jen."

"Oh poor Jake," Jenny mocked, "If I did a strip, everyone would see wouldn't they and that wouldn't be the same would it now. You should have said something this afternoon I could have worked topless if I'd known"

"You're a right bitch you are." Jake said, laughing

"Oh I am certainly that." she said looking at John, "A really good bitch I've been told." She looped arms with them both and headed for the lift. They were still arm in arm when they walked out. They all split and went to get changed for dinner.

Jenny was on a high, she hadn't had this much attention from men in her whole life and they were so young. She went through her few clothes and picked out her scantiest items, keeping with the no underwear that had proved so much fun. Mind you, she would have to watch how she crossed her legs, the skirt was a little short, and the low cut top was a bit tight, but she felt like a slut, which pleased her. Shame she didn't have any stockings with her.

She took so long to dress that Tommy knocked on her door, "You nearly ready Jen only I'm waiting to dish up, I've done something special, well I hope you don't mind but I've invited Paula to dinner."

"Yes Tommy I am coming now" she said. "And no I don't mind, it will be nice to have a woman to talk to for once." She took a deep breath and as sexily as she could without looking stupid slowly walked out into the room. The looks that greeted her showed she had achieved her aim, at a guess she reckoned on at least three instant erections. As she bent down to take her seat she reckoned on two more.

Paula and Tommy appeared with the food and everyone tucked in, the banter of lunchtime was missing due to Paula being present. The conversation was all about work and how Paula had got to know Jake and John. Jenny felt a pang of jealousy; she was convinced that she had slept with either one or both of them the previous week. Jenny laughed to herself at the thought that she might be jealous of what was supposed to be just a good fuck.

She was on her third glass of beer by the time the coffee was served and feeling decidedly heady. Ben had been giving her knowing looks all evening, which only added to her sense of well being.

"So, Jen," Jake said suddenly, "all ready for the strip then."

Jenny laughed "I don't think so Jake, but I will have another beer please Tommy"

"What's this about a strip then Jen?" Paula asked.

"Oh it's her party piece." JJ said, "Isn't it Jen."

"No it isn't." Jenny replied, "It was just the once, and I wasn't to blame." she was slurring her words a little now. She got up and went out onto the balcony, the others stayed inside chatting to Paula.

After a while John came out and rested his hand on her shoulder, "Everything is ready my little bitch, once everyone is asleep I will meet you in the executive kennel. You have reeked of desire all day and I know that you are eager to be mounted" 

The tone he used along with the words sent a shiver of excitement down her spine; she was instantly wet and her breathing became rapid. Her session with Ben had made her even hornier "I'll wait for them to fall sleep, it shouldn't take long after what they have drunk tonight." 

Half an hour later, after another full glass of beer she got up, and in a much heightened mood got ready for bed. As she left the bathroom the stripper choir were waiting for her, this time however she played to them, almost lifting her top off, bending down and letting her tits sway, getting close to them and pulling the top tight so that her nipples stood out firm.

"So what would it take for you to do your party trick then Jen?" JJ asked

Without thinking Jenny replied, "If we're all ready for final testing this time tomorrow JJ you never know your luck." and then just as she entered her room she took her top off and stood for a second with her back to them, and then closed the door.

She slipped her top back on and lay down on her bed. It seemed hours before they all settled down but finally she was convinced that they were all asleep. Quietly she went upstairs to the executive kennel as John had called it bursting into the room to find John standing naked at the huge window. She rushed over to him and threw her arms round his neck, kissing him passionately.

He looked at her and then stepped aside, he picked up a piece of cable from the chair, the outer cover had been stripped away from most of it leaving a hand grip with thirty two thin strips hanging from it "Strip bitch." he said and whipped her buttocks hard.

The shock of the whip made her gasp. She could feel the animal rising in her again already. Slowly she pulled her top over her head and thrust her breasts out. John slashed the whip across them hard, her nipples instantly started to throb. She undid the fastening to her shorts and deliberately bent over to take them off, inviting him to whip her. John obliged then moved round in front of her, his erection in her face she took it readily into her mouth and started sucking on it, drawing it into her mouth.

John had been planning this all day. As she sucked on his throbbing cock, he let loose with the whip, this time the tiny wires went between her spread buttocks and whipped her wet pussy. The effect was to drive her harder onto his dick, drive it deeper into her throat but also to send shockwaves through her pussy, each strike with the whip bit into her swollen lips and even struck her throbbing clit. Faster and faster he whipped her until he exploded into her mouth, he was so deep down her throat that his juice went straight into her stomach, she surface gagging for air.

John grabbed her hair and pulled her over to the footstool, laying her across it without a care for her pain, or pleasure. He had put wires around each leg of the stool and with these; he tied her hands, and then pulling her legs wide he tied her knees. Checking his handy work, he reached out and gripped her tits, which were hanging freely over the edge of the stool.

Up till this point neither of them had said a word, both knowing that they were here for the sex and that words were not needed but now, as he put the mask over her eyes John said, "Who are you, what are you."

"I'm your bitch John, I'm here for you to fuck, to mount as you please and to use as you see fit" she said softly, "anything you want John, anything just take it."

He started whipping her again in the same way as before; now that her mouth was free, he could hear her moans of pleasure mixed with the occasional gasp as he hit her throbbing bud. John had been planning this for a lot longer than today, or at least fantasising about this moment. 

Jenny was almost in tears when he finally thrust into her, "Oh yes John oh fuck John yes hard, do it to me John." she screamed not caring how loud she was. Then he stopped. Jenny remembered this from last night and waited for his return, she didn't have to wait long, this time he slid into her arse and pumped as hard as he could, still sore from the night before the pain added even more to the pleasure, and then again, he pulled out, she was rocking hard now desperate to come.

"Please John make me come, I can't wait any more John please do it now please." Again she felt him thrust into her, reaching forward and ripping at her tit's "Oh yes John now John do it."

She felt the mask being removed and her head was pulled up by the hair, "Oh god John your doing it I'm coming...." and then she looked in the mirror, "Ohh fuck no....Jake, no you gotta stop get off me, oh no no no no." It was too late her orgasm was spilling over beyond control. Jake had made her come, not John but Jake and she couldn't stop it. 

"Bitches don't mind what dog fucks them do they Jen" Jake said thrusting deep into her, "As long as they get fucked." 

He pulled out and making sure she could see he pushed his erection into her arse. "I've wanted this for fucking ages; your arse is just so fuckable. And you really don't care who doe's it do you Jen"

He was right, it didn't matter who's prick was fucking her she was still coming and she didn't' want it to stop, now she could feel her arse wanting to join in as well. "Oh you fucking bastard dog's." she said, "You fucking set me up, harder Jake do it harder, oh yes do it ohh yesss" and it hit her again, sending her into thrusting spasm's, pushing back on him and driving him deeper. 

He pulled out and fell to the floor, "No you mongrel not yet not yet please." John stepped into his place and rammed into he cunt. He had held off his own orgasm to let Jake taste the joy's of Jenny's panting eager hole, but now he needed release and rammed into her until his juices shot into her again. 

Hardly had he finished when he pulled out of her, Jenny wailed in disappointment, "Nooo not yet I haven't finished not yet please not yet."

"Don't worry you fucking bitch we haven't finished with you yet" John said. Everything had gone to plan so far, there was just one thing left to do.

Jake was positioned behind her now, "What do you say bitch, who am I." he said as he brushed his semi erect cock against her wet throbbing pussy lips.

"Yes Jake please Jake, I'm a bitch Jake any dog can fuck me please Jake I need it bad please fuck me." She let out a huge sigh as he slowly penetrated her and then he slowly withdrew, Jake continued like this, keeping it slow knowing that in her heightened state it would drive her wild.

Then Jenny felt a piece of tape being put over her mouth making it impossible for her to speak, she remembered that John had mentioned this and had wondered what difference it would make. The difference was huge, she was lost now, and nobody could hear her screams. And then a set of headphones were put over her head, she could hear John talking and recognised other voices, it was all the guys talking about what they wanted to do to her, how they would fuck he and make her beg for more, and still Jake was slowly fucking her, driving her wild.

"I want you babe, but I'm embarrassed that's why the mask, I want you badly Tommy I need you now babe." It was Paula. 

As soon as John had put the headphones on Jenny, he had gone to the exec bedroom and called to her. She had been driving Tommy mad for an hour and judging by his throbbing erection he was eager to fuck her.

She was naked, which was nothing new to either John or Jake who had shared her last week. Slowly she was leading Tommy to the crouched blindfolded figure. "I like it hard babe from behind, once you get it in you grip my hips and you bang me hard, you will wont you babe."

"Oh Yes Paula I will I need it babe please let me babe" Tommy said

Jenny felt Jake speed up, he started banging into her once again bringing her up to orgasm she started thrusting back hard as it hit her and.... He took it out. She screamed inside and almost burst her lungs with the soundless scream.

As Jenny started to thrust back, Jake knew she was into her orgasm; he pulled out and made room. Paula said "Now Tommy! Feel it babe bang it in babe fuck me hard babe." Paula was standing astride Jenny and guided Tommy into his sisters waiting eager hole. 

As soon as Tommy was in, he gripped the thigh's he thought were Paula's and rammed into his sisters cunt. 

As soon as the prick rammed into her she was tipped over the edge. Her orgasm exploded and she let out a long silent scream even the blindfold couldn't stop the tears running down her face. 

John removed the blindfold then the headphones and looked into her face, he saw total pleasure, lust gone mad tears running down her face, he loosened the tape from her mouth and said, "Is it good babe, how good."

She smiled at him, "Oh you wicked bastard it is sohhh fucking brilliant, oh god he wont stop I can't stop."

John replaced the tape and lifted Jenny's head to look in the mirror.

As she looked at the reflection of the man who was giving her so much pleasure she was almost sick, but the orgasm wouldn't stop, John said, "Just another dog bitch, just another dog." 

Then Jenny heard another voice, a woman's voice, and her brother's prick was pulled from her pussy, only to ram into her arse with ever-greater thrusts. Her orgasm wouldn't stop, neither would the feeling of being sick, she started thrusting back on Tommy automatically, she couldn't stop it and in the end, she gave herself up to it. John made sure that she saw everything, even her brothers face as he shot his juices into her and still she kept coming, still she thrust back onto him wanting more and more, the lust had taken over again even if it was with tear filled eyes. Finally, Paula led Tommy away, saying how good he was, how much she had enjoyed it.

John pulled the tape from her mouth, "You bastard." Jenny cried, "How could you. He's my brother, who else have you got hidden back there."

"No Jen just another dog" Jake said, "Not one else just me."

"Cut me lose, cut me lose now." she said

John cut her loose. As the feeling came back to her hands and feet so her anger rose. "Why John, why Jake and why for god's sake Tommy." she said through tear filled eyes.

"Are you willing to be totally honest Jen?" John said.

"Why."

"I do believe your words were, 'Oh you wicked bastard it is so fucking brilliant, oh god he wont stop I can't stop' " John said.

"Yes but that was before I knew it was Tommy." 

"That's my point; it was Tommy making it so fucking good, not me not Jake but Tommy, Just another dog, bitch."

However much she hated what he had done, and however much the thought of Tommy fucking her made her feel sick, it was Tommy that had made her come, it was Tommy who was so fucking good. "You fucking bastards," she said, "you better make sure he never finds out." She stood up and started to gather her clothes when she felt a whip across her bum.

"Not yet bitch, we haven't finished." John said.

Jake was lying down on the floor, his erection standing up, "Get on this Jen and gimme those tit's."

"Fuck off, both of you." she shouted

John went over to her and grabbed her by the arm, he pulled her to him and said, "Ok it was cruel, but we didn't hide it from you did we, we could have you know." all the time his hand was running up and down her back, over her buttocks and through the crease of her arse. Then she felt Jake behind her, his erection slipping between her legs and his hands playing with her breasts. John lifted her face and gently kissed her, then again more passionately. Despite the anger she felt, she responded and a moment later, she was panting hard as she lowered herself onto Jakes erection. All thought of Tommy vanished in her rising passion.




Jenny Ch. 02



As she felt Jake slide in he grabbed her tits and rubbed his face into them, the look on his face made her feel good, these young men loved her tits, she had been right all along they were her best asset. Jake nipped at the nipples with his teeth as John spread her bum cheeks and penetrated her, she had never been double fucked before and soon realised what she had missed. As John drove into her he pushed her onto Jake, it was like having one man with two pricks, except Jake was getting rougher and rougher with her already sore boobs. John started to slap her on the bum as he pushed into her and the combination of the slaps and the pain in her boobs soon sent her into orgasm.

"That's it Jen, let it go." John said, "No bitch this time just Jenny being fucked by two guys, give it to us Jen."

Jake must have been close because he bit down on her nipple and started to push back hard. Now each time John pushed, Jake pushed and Jenny was lifted up as though balanced on two huge erections. As she came down the penetration seemed doubled and the crashing of her clit onto Jakes pelvic bone drove her out of her head. 

Jenny was going wild, if this was 'Jenny' it was one she had never seen before, but she loved the new sex crazed slut she had become and wanted to please these men like they had never been pleased before. 

Jake gripped her tits and pulled her face to his, "Now Jen now." and she felt his jism shoot into her, at the same time he dug his nails in, she threw her head back and screamed aloud like a wailing wolf.

John grabbed her hair and pulled on it as she screamed and with a flurry of thrust's she felt his juice oozing from her arse. Before she had finished John pulled out and Jake slid out from under her. "No don't not yet you can't keep doing this, you can't leave me like this you can't."

"I'll finish her." a voice said. It was Paula

Jenny opened her eyes and saw her standing naked, her pert nipples standing proud her breath coming in gasps. "No!" Jenny screamed, "I don't...."

"Hold her down." Paula said as she got to her knees, "If she wants to come that bad she won't fight for long."

The men each grabbed an arm and a leg, spreading her legs so Paula had a full view of her come soaked cunt. Jenny struggled and as she felt Paula's tongue on her clit she screamed, "Nooooo!" 

Paula was right; the minute her clit felt the pressure Jenny's orgasm was rekindled and even heightened. Jenny had never dreamed of going with a woman, the though had never crossed her mind, she liked men but what was happening now was as good as any man had ever done.

Paula's tongue was expert in the art of teasing and pleasing a woman, she drove Jenny absolutely wild and it soon became clear that restraint was no longer needed. Jenny was totally lost to pleasure, she seemed to be floating above everyone watching as her body thrashed about wildly, as it screamed curses and profanities and begged for more. She saw Jake lift up Paula's behind and watched as he slid into her pussy, and felt the moan she released as he entered her.

Finally, Jenny's orgasm subsided and Paula's tongue stopped it ministrations, Jenny pulled herself upright and leaned against a chair watching as Jake fucked Paula from behind.

"Spit roast." John shouted as he stood in front of Paula who opened her mouth and took his erection deep into her throat, "Her tit's Jen, get her tit's"

Hesitating Jenny looked at Paula's boobs moving in time with the thrusting motion of the men. "Lie on your back and slide under." Jake said, "She likes it hard, get your own back on her quickly"

The thought of revenge mixed with the curiosity of touching a woman's tits sexually fired Jenny up. She got on her back and pushed herself under Paula until those erect nipples were an inch from her face.

Tentatively at first, she ran her hand over first one, and then the other, Paula let out a moan of pleasure, the thought that she had made Paula moan with pleasure excited Jenny, next she gently pinched a nipple, more moans and then she released her anger and pinched hard. Paula bucked hard nearly choking herself on Johns cock. Jenny was turned on now and took the final plunge. A thrill of sheer lust ran through her she took Paula's nipple into her mouth and then moved across to the other one, the more Paula moaned the harder she sucked or bit on the nipple until finally Paula gave one long shuddering muffled scream.

Jenny guessed the guys had come as they both pulled out and collapsed on the floor. "Well." John said, "Now I think we have all had at least one surprise tonight."

"What do you mean?" Jake asked.

"Well let's see now." John said, "Jenny never expected you to fuck her, or her brother or come to that did she ever expect to have any form of sex with a woman."

"That's fucking true." Jenny said, looking at Paula sheepishly.

"Paula wasn't expecting to get any sex tonight and we weren't expecting half of what happened to happen anyway, so we all got a nice surprise."

"Yeah your right." Jake said, "So what was it like then Jen when Paula made you come and then sucking on her tit, you know it's every mans dream to see two women at it don't you."

Jenny looked at him and said, "I didn't know and it was a bit of a surprise."

"For us as well we weren't expecting her back." John said, "How long had you been there Paula."

"Oh long enough to know I wanted a taste of her." Paula said, "I've never tasted so much come in one cunt."

"What do mean?" Jenny said a little bit insulted.

"Well let's see Jen, apart from your own ample juices you had John, Jake and Tommy's spunk inside that hole of yours." she said, "Now I've tasted them all, either as a single or as a cocktail." the pun made her laugh, and once Jenny got it she laughed as well.

"Well I don't know about you lot but I'm knackered." John said, "Do you wanna stop Paula or can you get home ok, its 3am a bit late to be out."

"No." Paula said, "I don't usually finish work till 2am so I am ok." she said, "Thanks anyway and Jen, I hope we can do it properly next time."

Jenny flushed but said nothing

They dropped Paula off at the car park floor and then carried on to the basement. Before they got out of the lift both of the guys had a final grope of Jenny's tits. The men made their way to there respective beds. While Jenny went for a shower. 

It wasn't until she soaped herself that she realised the truth of what Paula had said. She was still dripping juices from her pussy, her lips were swollen and her bum ached. As she dried herself, she looked in the mirror and noticed the tiny red welts made by the wire whip. Looking at her reflection in the mirror tiles she said, "What the hell are you up to you silly woman." she laughed and answered her own question, "Just having some fun and a lot of unadulterated fucking."

As Jenny reached her room, she suddenly felt totally exhausted and as soon as her head hit the pillow, she fell asleep and dreamt of Paula's tits.

Saturday "Wake up sis, lots to do today." she heard Tommy say as he shook her. She had asked Tommy to wake everyone early. 

The sight of her brother brought back the memory of the night before, and she felt a pang of guilt, not about what had happened which was beyond their control and something that she hoped he would never know. She felt guilty because when she thought of it she remembered how much unwitting pleasure he had given her, even now her pussy twitched at the thought. 

"Ok Tommy, be right there." she said. As she got dressed, she shook off the feelings of guilt and looked forward to the rest of the day. Whatever else may have happened these last few days she had learnt a lot about herself, she was a lot more 'adventurous' than she ever believed. And she loved the new found energy and freedom she felt.

She dressed casual, a split skirt, modest but revealing if needed, and a tight top but no underwear, 'It might get in the way.' she thought. She walked casually to the breakfast table, all the others were there already, John gave her a smile and Jake winked at her with that leering grin he had, she shivered a little at the thought of suddenly seeing him fucking her from behind last night. She smiled and said, "Busy day today people, lot's to do so lets really get stuck in shall we."

John choked on a piece of toast, Jenny realised what she had said and found it hard not to burst out laughing. She grabbed a coffee and went over to Tommy "You ok Tommy?" she asked

"Yeah sis." Tommy said with an excited smile, "Never better, me and Paula, well we ..... You know we had sex, Jen it felt so good I can't stop thinking about it."

"I don't think I want to know Tommy." Jenny said, not sure how she should feel. If it had been any other man she would have loved it, even if they didn't know it was her, but this was Tommy, her brother describing how it felt fucking his sister. She decided that the only thing to do was hear it as Tommy fucking Paula. As Tommy went on about how good it was she wasn't sure that was going to be so easy, already she felt as though it was another man saying it, as though she was being complimented on her sexual prowess. "Sorry Tommy I better make sure they all know what they're doing." and she walked to the lift with the others.

A few minutes later and all the guys had gone off to there duties. Jenny walked back into the room, Tommy was in his kitchen singing to himself so she refilled her coffee and grabbing some toast went out onto the balcony. Even at this early hour she could tell it was going to be a really hot day, 'Life would be so much better if we could have the air con.' she thought trying to keep her mind clear of Tommy. 

All she succeeded in doing was bring to mind all the other things that had happened this week. She had found a totally new sexual Jenny, one that was submissive without being dominated and dominant with femininity, a Jenny who just loved good sex, but would she be the same once life got back to normal, once she was back to men her own age, god what a boring thought. Whatever the sexual outcome she was going to like it here, her flat was up for sale and she had put an offer in for a house in the town, 'A new beginning for a new Jenny' she thought.

An hour later she was with Ben and Charlie. It would be this team that would start at the top and cheque that the system was ready for full operations, John and Jake would have to wait a while. No set time for break today so Tommy brought a trolley round and they each grabbed a coffee as they were working. They found one major fault which Ben tracked down but it meant that by lunchtime they were a little behind schedule. Several times Ben had run his hands over her bum or brushed her tits but Jenny ignored him, making it obvious that now the job had to come first.

As they were going down to lunch, Paula arrived to see Tommy. "Can I have a word first?" Jenny said, "In my office?"

"Yeah no probs." Paula said following her to the office.

Once the door was closed, Jenny pondered for a moment, Paula waited patiently, she knew what was coming, just not how it was going to arrive. "Do you like Tommy?" Jenny asked finally.

"Oh Jen." Paula said, as she sat down. "He's so cute."

"But do you like him, what I mean is...." "How could I do what I did?" Paula finished.

"Yes!"

"I'm sorry Jen, I didn't mean to hurt anyone, but...."

"But what?"

"Can I be honest and you not get mad?"

Jenny took a deep breath and said, "Yes ok, I will hear you out."

"Well, well you didn't like me, you made that pretty plain, you just ignored me all the time didn't even say hello. I do like Tommy he's adorable but if your asking will w e be married, the answer is no, I just love his humour and, well you made me angry and John told me what he wanted to do and I'd been drinking so I agreed."

"I did.... I do like you, even after what you did, at the end of the day it was ....well just another dog, and as long as Tommy never finds out, I would like everyone to forget about it. But I don't want Tommy hurt, he like's you very much."

"I cant pretend I'm an angel Jen cos you know I'm not, in fact I 'm a bit of a tart, I fuck who I like and bugger the rest, not bugger, well you know what I mean. But I did enjoy you last night, watching you with them was a...."

"Yeah ok Paula, don't remind me, I don't think I will ever forget it either, the whole thing was way out of my normal territory and you and....well what you did....how you made me feel was....well, bloody gob smacking."

Paula smiled, "You tasted fucking brill, and you've got such a light touch, you're not my first woman but you are my first virgin."

They both laughed at that under the circumstances, "Just try not to hurt him ok."

"Ok." Paula said and standing up held her arms out, "Friends then."

Jenny got up and put her arms round Paula's neck, "Friends." they hugged each other just a little longer than necessary and then Paula went to Tommy while Jenny joined the others for lunch.

As they were eating Jenny realised they had an empty seat. "Fred where's JJ?" Jenny asked.

"Oh sorry Jen." Ben interrupted, "He had a dental appointment, and I forgot to tell you, he should be back soon though."

"Ok, but we're pushing it to get this all done today." she said, "If we get the final check done tomorrow it will give us a well deserved day of doing nothing but play games."

"And not just computer games." John added, which made everyone laugh for some reason that Jenny couldn't figure.

By 6pm they were almost done, since lunch everyone had been running everywhere instead of walking, there was a real sense of urgency now and a great feeling of camaraderie, all of them against time sort of thing. Surprisingly by 8pm they were done, every pc had been fitted and checked, all the rubbish was gone and the offices were all ready to run, all that was left was the final test, and that would take a couple of hours tomorrow.

As they entered the main room Jenny said, "Ok guys you've worked really hard today, well done, Tommy crack open the rest of the beers, we'll get some more in for the party tomorrow, I think we've earned it."

"Ok Jen." Tommy said, "Paula is coming to dinner do you want her to bring some vodka?"

"No I don't think so Tommy, beer will do nicely." she said, with a smile at John, "So lets get changed for dinner then shall we guys."

"Here you are then Jen." JJ said handing her what was obviously clothes on a hanger.

"What's this JJ?" she asked a little confused.

"Well you did say if we got to final testing by tonight you...." he hesitated.

"You said you would show us your striptease." Fred finished.

She was gob smacked, they all looked at her, waiting, "I didn't." she said.

"I'm afraid you did Jen." Ben said, "and we all clubbed together to get you an outfit suitable for the occasion."

"But I cant, no I didn't say I would." she said, trying hard to remember if she had.

"Just before you went to bed." JJ said.

Then she remembered, a quick remark nothing more, "Fuck!" she said.

"So you remember then." Charlie said with a leering look on his face.

"If I remember rightly I said, 'you never know your luck,' which isn't the same as 'yes I will' she conceded.

"That's ok Jen." Jake said, "You wear the outfit and if we're lucky you'll strip it off, ok."

"What is it first?" she said smiling, "I know you lot and I'm not wearing a string vest."

"No!" Jen." JJ said, "John said it had to be classy so I took Paula with me, she said a woman's view would be much better, she said she knew you better than we did. I don't know what it is; none of us has seen it. She said you had to get ready and wait in your room till she come to get you"

Jenny smiled, well Paula did know her better than JJ, "Ok if I like it I will put it on but as to taking it off, don't bank on it cos it ain't happening. 

She moved towards her room and John said, "Oh Jen."

"Yes John." she said slowly, "No underwear, I know."

This time it was John who was caught out, he wasn't going to be quite so blatant. The others all looked at her and then at him, he smiled, "A private bet, I said she didn't have the guts, so shoot me."

No chance of that happening, they were even more eager to get her dressed than to get her stripped. Jenny went into her room and uncovered the outfit that Paula had chosen; she hung it from the door and looked at it in surprise.

It was gorgeous, regal even. A body suit low cut below the bust, tight fitting, and boot cut legs and no sleeves. However, what really made it stand out was the zip fastener; it started at the bottom of the neckline, below the bust, went round the waist and twisted down one leg. Black, sparkly and very transparent, with three dark areas in the appropriate places. With it came a full-length flared over-coat made of the same material. The coat had sleeves and fastened at the neck where a stiff collar came up behind the head, not too big but enough to stand out. Finally black stay up stockings with a silver interwoven pattern, and one bright red garter.

Jenny couldn't wait to try it on, she grabbed her wash bag and went to the bathroom where she found a queue, "JJ's in there then Charlie and then me." Fred said.

Charlie knocked on the door, "JJ get out Jen wants to get ready."

Talk about eager Jenny thought, his face covered in shaving foam JJ dived out of the bathroom. "Sorry Jen." he said as he rushed off to the kitchen. 

Charlie and Fred just watched as she went in. All this attention was getting to her; she loved it and even started singing in the shower until she remembered she probably had an audience. She used her best shower gel, and finally, just in case, she shaved herself clean. With just a towel wrapped round her she walked out of the shower and went to her room, she could feel all eyes watching her, the thought made her smile, and her pussy seemed to like it as well.

She took her time doing her hair and putting her face on, and then when all was ready she put her new outfit on. First the stockings and then the body suit, she checked her reflection in the glass, it fitted perfectly, it fit where it touched, there was no excess at all like a well fitting glove. The v-neck hid very little of her ample boobs and the darker patches of material only just hid her nipples, it was lucky she had shaved or her pubes would have spoilt the look. If her tits had sagged it would have looked awful, but they stood proud, as did her nipples. Paula must have used her hands to show the shop girl Jenny's size it fitted so well. She felt like a million dollars.

Then she put the over-coat on, again it was a perfect fit. Once the top was fastened, it opened out so that it hid nothing that the body suit revealed, it went to the floor and flowed out as she walked, the collar was ruffled, as were the sleeves. It was perfect, even if it was bought with a stripper in mind.

Paula's timing was perfect, she walked into Jenny's room and gave a huge smile, "Please say you like it, please." she said

Jenny couldn't help herself, she threw her arms round Paula's neck and said, "I love it, it's perfect."

"Walk, let me see." Paula bleated jumping up and down with excitement.

Jenny put on her sexiest walk and moved around the cramped space, as she came to a stop she said "Well....what do you think?"

"I knew it would look good on you the minute I saw it but I never imagined it would look that good." Paula said " You....your stunning." "Good enough to strip then or didn't they tell you that part."

"Well yes they did but that wasn't the reason I chose it, I just knew it was you, god I wish I was one of them right now."

"Didn't stop you last night." Jenny said laughing, "And anyway you look gorgeous yourself, it's the first time I've seen your legs, apart from last night that is."




Jenny Ch. 02



She was dressed in a short white flowered backless halter neck dress; the material went round her neck and over her boobs then went straight round her down joining the dress at the hips. With just enough material to cover her pert breast's and obviously no bra, she looked very inviting "Oh this old thing..." she started.

"You look highly stunning believe me, now shall we join the men." As they turned to go she suddenly said, "Oh shit what about Tommy."

"What about him?" Paula said

"I can't....you know." Jenny said, "Not if he's in the room."

"So you are going to strip then?"

"No.... well I don't know, I can't if Tommy's there."

"I'll make you a deal, leave Tommy to me but you don't strip unless I'm in the room, fair?"

"What you going to do, you mustn't hurt him."

"Oh Jenny don't worry I wont bash him over the head or anything, trust me."

"Ok, you got a deal; if I do it you will see it."

Grabbing Jenny's arm Paula said, "Sounds more like when to me, not if, come on lets not keep your lusting fans waiting."

Stopping Jenny at the door Paula said, "Wait for the intro."

While Jenny stood at the door Paula went out into the main room, all eyes looked at her, disappointed, "You horny bunch of ingrates, you unworthy rabble I give you the one, the only...." She paused for effect, feeling the anticipation, "....Jenny from heaven." she shouted, and pointed towards Jenny's room.

Jenny took a deep breath and slinked into the room, arms wide head held high eye's half closed, hoping that they would see what she saw, a gorgeous woman.

She had nothing to fear, as she appeared there was a stunned silence quickly followed by loud applause and whistling, shouts of encouragement and praise. She stopped short of the table, done a twirl and then curtsied low to her audience. "Will I do gentlemen?"

More shouts and a few, more explicit comments. JJ ran round the table to her chair and pulled it out for her, as she sat down; he gently pushed it under her.

A loud banging on the table, "Gentlemen gentlemen, and lady quiet please." John shouted as he stood up. They all fell silent and John continued, "Jenny, I think I can safely speak for all of us when I say you look absolutely out of this world. You will never look more beautiful than you do at this moment" 

Every one shouted agreement, John raised his hands, "Paula you made a wonderful choice and you both look absolutely stunning. Paula I'm sure you will forgive me when I say, gentlemen I give you, Jenny, god bless her and all those who hope to sale in her." 

With loud laughter, the toast was echoed by all and they emptied there glasses, including Jenny.

Tommy and Paula served up the meal and the next hour was spent eating, Jenny looked around the table and smiled, it reminded her of one of those historical feast's, everyone was laughing and joking and there was a good mix of lewd comments, and not just from the men. Jenny had decided that she was going to give every bit as good as she got and then let the evening flow it's own course, no plans no preconceptions, just flow.

To everyone's surprise when Tommy brought out the coffee he also brought out a bottle of brandy and some plastic cups. "I think this may be better served upstairs with some music, what do say Jen." Jake said. The way he asked permission, under the current situation made Jenny laugh. It meant she was still in control, she loved the feeling it gave her "I don't see why not, give us a chance to see what music they have, you lot can carry the drink up though." She said

The settees were opposite each other, which made the space in the middle ideal for a dance floor. JJ put one of his cd's on to play while he rifled through the cd's in the rack. After a while, everyone had a drink in their hand the party had begun in earnest. 

Jenny took it in turns to dance with them all, and she didn't hold back, after all it was quite possible that they were going to see her naked tonight, and the way she had been the last few days she was pretty sure if she stripped anything could happen. Surprisingly the thought didn't worry her, quite the reverse. After an hour of dancing and chatting, all the guys had felt her body somewhere, if not her tits then her bum or even her pussy and Jenny had felt them as well, and made sure they knew it wasn't an accident. Then Jenny noticed that Tommy and Paula were missing and realised that she hadn't seen either of them since they came upstairs. She knew that her time was drawing near, but she wasn't going to approach the subject, she would let them do that.

Ten minutes later Paula joined them, on her own. Jenny went over to her, "Where's Tommy, what did you do?" she said.

"Don't worry Jen." Paula said with smile, "We had sex, ok and then I gave him a large drink and he fell asleep. He won't wake till morning believe me."

"Paula!" Jenny said slowly.

"Ok I laced his drink with cough medicine." she said, "You know, the one that makes you drowsy, he went out like a lamb, he's fine promise Jen, relax have fun."

Now that she knew Tommy was safe she laughed, "You devious bitch, he went get a cold for a year I bet." and then giving Paula's arm a gentle squeeze added, "Thanks."

As if Paula's entry was the cue John started singing 'It's Now or Never' and all eyes turned to Jenny, slowly the orchestral sounds of the stripper came over the sound system.

"Well." Paula said, "Made your mind up yet, do I get to see that gorgeous body again."

"You're a bitch you are." Jenny laughed and as gracefully as she could she spun into the middle of the floor. 'Thank god for dance lessons' she thought.

As she sank down onto one knee, she lowered her head to the floor. "Fuck me Jen." Charlie said, "You never said you could dance."

Having got there attention, Jenny smiled and stood up. "So you want me to remove my clothes do you?" she said looking round the room. There was a mumbled 'yes' from every one, including Paula. "So you want me to strip do you?" she shouted.

No mistaking it this time, "Yes."

"Just as you promised." Fred added.

"And what would you give to see me remove this finery." she said, waving her hands down her body.

"You name it." Jake shouted. They had all started to move closer now. Jenny was moving amongst them, brushing them, not stopping but going round in circles letting them get a close look at what she was offering. Stopping in front of John, so close she could feel his breath, she looked into his eyes and said softly "Anything?"

"Will we give anything for it guys?" John shouted.

Again, the reply was clear. "Yes. Anything."

Jenny was on the move again, one more turn round the men and then she stopped in front of Paula, looking into her eyes. "Then strip." she shouted and spun round to face them.

Jake nearly choked and the looks on the other's faces was a unanimous one, total shock. "If you want me naked then you will be naked too, all of you. Then and only then will I strip naked right in front of you."

"They won't do it." Paula whispered.

"That would be a shame." Jenny replied.

Nobody moved, they just looked at each other then suddenly JJ, the youngest said, "What the fuck it's only skin." and pulled his shirt off and threw it across the room at Jenny quickly followed by his shorts and boxers. Once naked he leaped over the back of the settee and sat with his hands in his lap. The others soon followed suit and within seconds, Jenny had six naked men sitting, three on each settee, some with beers and others just trying to cover themselves. Jenny never really doubted that they would do it, but was surprised when they did. Now she had to keep her word. Slowly she walked up and down the settee's looking at each of them in turn, some held her gaze one or two smiled and turned away.

As she reached the middle of the dance floor, the stripper stopped. The men mumbled but Jenny ignored it and she assumed the position that she had been in before, on one knee head bowed. Slowly she rose and done a small parody of Swan Lake, then she reached her arm out to Charlie and said quietly, "The sleeve."

Charlie, a little shocked took hold of the sleeve, Jenny slowly pulled her arm out, and spinning round released the other arm. The over-coat fell into his lap; he rubbed it against his face and passed it around the others. As she stopped spinning, a shout of approval went out.

Without music the room was quiet as she went round the back of the settee, running her hand over John's shoulders she said, "Who will undo the zip." her hands kept going until she reached his crotch covered by his hands, "No not this one, I've had him already." Quickly moving to Jake she made the same movement and said, "This one too have I used.

The looks going across the room said it all, confusion, questions and all those looks of 'you lucky bastard when?' She went to Fred and after the same movement said, "Hmm, Fred could be lucky" and then quickly across to Charlie, "or is it your lucky day," Then Ben, "this one I have tasted before but this one is new." and she stopped at JJ.

With her hands running down each side of his body to his thighs he was shaking like a leaf, eyes closed and breathing already erratic, she covered his hands with hers. "Oh fuck." He said."

As she pulled back she whispered in his ear, "Not yet, but soon." and then she ran round in front of him and bent over so that he could see her breasts and reach the zip. "Open your eyes JJ," she said softly, "Undo the zip."

JJ opened one eye and it nearly popped out, opening the other one he slowly raised his hand to the zip and as he started to pull the others started clapping slowly. Jenny slowly stood up and turned around until she felt the zip behind her legs, holding the front she pulled away from him to shouts of disappointment from the others.

As she spun over to Paula she thought, "You knew this is how it would be all along silly woman'. She stopped in front of Paula who was sitting on the arm of the settee and quietly said, "Now I am all yours, if you dare."

Paula looked as shocked as JJ had but she didn't hesitate, she took Jenny's hand and slowly took her back to the stage. Jenny stood still not sure what to do but Paula knew what she wanted and slowly she ran her hands over Jenny's body. Standing behind her, she started at her face and then slowly over her shoulders, then hesitantly over her breasts to her hips. By this time, the guys had gone from silence to shouts of approval and back to silence, now all sitting on the same settee so they could see it all happening.

Paula's hands moved on down to Jenny's hips and then slowly to that place between her legs, wet and warm. 

Jenny was still holding the suit in front of her and she pulled it even closer as her pussy gave a scream for attention, she parted her legs slightly, not just for easy access, but also to stop herself from falling over.

Paula's hands moved on, over her buttocks and down the back of her legs, she brushed her face into Jenny's behind as she took hold of the zip and slowly pulled it till it was free. A loud raw went up as it hung loose from Jenny's body, held only by her hand.

Slowly rising Paula tracked the same route she had taken on the way down, only this time on naked flesh. As she reached Jenny's swollen nipples she took hold of the suit and whispered in Jenny's ear, "Arms out, head up, eyes closed, and don't move."

Jenny slowly moved her arms out sideways turned her head up and closed her eyes. She knew the second her body was revealed. The loudest roar of the night along with hand clapping and comments from the men about those fucking tits and a shaved cunt, long legs and, the one she really wanted to hear, 'Jesus I got a fuckin stiffy.'

"There you are gents," Paula said, as Jenny stood still. "Was she worth the wait?"

The unanimous reply was "Too fuckin right Gorgeous."

Paula said, "Well sit back and enjoy the show, for this is one night you will never forget." 

She moved back behind Jenny and said, "Keep your arms up until I say ok?" Jenny nodded her head. Paula ran her hands over Jenny's body again this time taking it very slowly, when she got to Jenny's boobs she played with them, teasing the nipples and squeezing them gently, and then she moved downwards, over her hips and round to her buttocks, squeezing them gently, then very slowly over her hips and down to Jenny's naked pussy.

By now, Jenny was hardly able to stand, her arms were dropping and the moment Paula reached her pussy she knew she was going to come. She heard Paula say, "Arms down and look at them, reach behind and hold on to me if you need to but stay standing" Jenny did as she was told and pulled Paula closer.

Paula new that Jenny was close to orgasm, if she had been in this position so would she have been. Paula looked over Jenny's shoulder at the men, they were shouting and making comments but it was all in the distance now, Paula was so totally caught up in what she was doing. She was going to make Jenny come, standing up, or standing for as long as her legs would hold out. Slowly she slipped a finger into Jenny's wet hole, instantly finding her G spot.

"No!" Jenny moaned, "You cant, I can't." However, Paula ignored her plea, feeling Jenny pull her closer Paula spread her legs ready for when Jenny's legs gave way. Another finger followed the first and Jenny moaned again louder this time, the guys could see she was going to come and were jumping up and down egging Paula on. Now the final stroke, Paula took Jenny's swollen bud between her fingers and rolled it between them. Jenny shuddered all over, her head went down and she jerked her body, Paula released her bud and started running her finger over it and then down her lips and back up. 

Jenny's legs gave way but she held herself up "Nooo" she screamed as her orgasm hit her. Her eyes opened wide and she looked at the men wildly. She was moaning and thrusting onto Paula's fingers and the watching men made it even stronger. Finally, her legs gave way and she went to her knees. She had never been so grateful as when her orgasm subsided. You bastards!" she said with a laugh.

Paula stood in front of her and slowly brought her to her feet. Taking Jenny's face in her hands, she lightly kissed her on the lips. Jenny responded and the kiss lingered a while, tongues passing through and playing. Paula moved her lips over Jenny's shoulder and down to her nipple covering it with her hot mouth, sucking gently but insistently, then moving across and doing the same on the other side.

Jenny let out a moan but was determined that this time Paula would not have it all her own way. She saw the clasp on the neck of Paul's dress reaching down she undid it and the dress dropped to the floor. Now they were even, both naked except for stay up stockings and one blue garter. Paula's head came up and she looked into Jenny's eyes, "I hope this would happen, I prayed we would make love and now I want to please you like you have never been pleased before. Kicking her dress away, she went down on the floor taking Jenny with her.

She pushed Jenny back on the floor. Jenny couldn't resist and wouldn't have even if she could. Again moving down to Jenny's breast she cupped it in her hand and then started sucking it softly. 

"I have never felt anything so sensuous in my life." Jenny thought, and she knew she had never felt so turned on. Jenny's hand moved to Paula's head running her fingers through her hair, she looking down at her face, her mouth moving from one nipple to the other, sucking, biting, teasing her nipples to a hardness she had never known, her hands moulding and stroking her swelling breasts. She could never imagine the emotions that ran through her.

Jenny didn't notice Paula's hands leave her breast as her mouth was still so erotically sucking her nipple, her tongue dancing and darting over it. Then I felt Paula's hands running over her belly. Jenny's heart leaped with anticipation.

Paula spread Jenny's legs, moving between them, lifting them up. 'My God,' Jenny thought, 'can it get any better than this.' Paula opened Jenny's thighs, spreading her pussy open, looking inside her. She lowered her head, and Jenny watched as if in slow motion, her tongue came out, and she felt Paula lick her, from the bottom of her pussy to the top. The tongue, that moments ago had been inside Jenny's mouth, was now setting her on fire, an indescribable fire in her pussy. Her tongue was spreading Jenny's lips, wriggling inside her. Jenny let out a moan of unadulterated pleasure; her whole body went limp, given over to the rising fire.

Jenny could feel her orgasm building. Rushing forward, engulfing her, Paula lifted Jenny's legs higher and moved her hungry mouth to her ass. She licked Jenny's anus, and then slowly pushed her tongue into it. Jenny screamed as she came. No one had ever done that to her before and it sent her over the edge into orgasmic oblivion, she came and came and came, yelling out as Paula moved back to her pussy, devouring her clit. Wave after wave of intense pleasure overwhelmed her. Jenny was coming continuously as Paula, licked and sucked at her wide spread pussy. Slowly, ever so slowly Jenny relaxed into post orgasmic heaven. Paula reached out, grabbing a drink from one of the guys and put it to Jenny's lips. 

Jenny sat up and took a long drink. Only then did she realise that her pussy was facing them, they could, and had seen everything clearly. Jenny was too high to care. "High guys." she said, "What do you think of the show so far?" Another roar and more applause, comments and shouts of "More, more."

Jenny handed her glass to the nearest guy, she didn't know who it was because she was kissing Paula, again they tangled tongues and this time there was a lot more passion. Jenny had nave made love t woman before so she followed everything that Paula had done to her, adding a little something of her own as it came to mind. When Paula came it was violently, she screamed loudly and grabbed at Jenny's hair thrusting her pussy into Jenny's and thrashing about. Before she had finished she pushed Jenny on her back and lay on top of her, making sure that their pussy's met, slowly she started to move back and forth finishing her orgasm and knowing that Jenny was aroused again. Paula spun round and rested her wet dripping quim over Jenny's mouth. Her own mouth went to Jenny's bud, still throbbing and wet from before. Working together, they brought each other to orgasm again, rolling around the floor turning repeatedly until it was finally over. 

They lay side by side chest's rising and falling rapidly, holding hands. After a while Jenny said, "Well do you reckon you can beat that then guys?"

They looked at her in total shock, not believing that after all they had just seen Jenny would be able to do any more. Looks like we will have to look after ourselves Jen." Paula said, "I don't think they're interested."

"Whoa!" Jake said, "Does this look like I'm not interested." and he turned so that Jenny could see his erection. Amongst a lot of 'Me too's' It soon became clear that they were not only interested but ready and eager.

Jenny stood up and said, "So who shall I suck first." All the guys sat back saying me Jen me. But Jenny already knew who would be first and she dropped to her knees in front of JJ, dear frightened little JJ. Sliding up his body, she hovered over his throbbing erection and then slowly lowered her head, taking him deep into her mouth. It took less than a minute before he shot his juice into her mouth. She licked up the dregs and with a final flick on his still swollen head said, "Plenty more to come J, take whatever you want when you're ready."

Jenny slid back and saw Paula on her knees with Jake in her mouth and Charlie taking her doggy style. Spreading her arms wide she shouted, "Who's next."




Jenny Ch. 02



Ch. 02: Working Overtime

Jenny Sadow, her small black dress clinging to her sweaty body, was marched back to the set of hotel rooms occupied by her and the rest of the cheerleading squad. Sandy Calloway and Tanya Randal each had a grip on one of her arms to force her along. Jenny was almost glad for this because she still felt shaky on her legs, which were still sapped of energy from the intense orgasm she had been made to give herself by her two tormentors. The lateness of the night, which Jenny guessed must have been somewhere passed one in the morning, wasn't helping her either.

Jenny considered herself fortunate to make it back to her room without passing out, and even more fortunate that no one else had been in the hallways of the hotel. They'd surely have known what the scent on her signified. That small bit of luck was all that Jenny hoped for, knowing she wouldn't be able to count any other lucky breaks so long as Sandy had a video of her with a bottle of alcohol she was three years too young for. That she was masturbating with the bottle in the video only made it that much more humiliating.

Sandy and Tanya brought her to the door in front of her hotel room. Glaring at her with disdain, Sandy pointed towards the door. "Get some sleep, slut. I don't want you falling asleep during the practice tomorrow. We need to be in top shape for the competition. And don't you dare think you'll be able to steal the tape tonight, Tanya and I will of course have the door to our room locked. You will just have to earn the tape back."

Tanya, the smallest of the three at only five feet tall and not even reaching one hundred pounds, looked a bit hesitant before she spoke up. "Umm, I don't think I'm going back to our room tonight. I'll stay in Jenny's room so she can attend to some business." The small cheerleader gave Sandy a wink of her light blue eyes to indicate what she was talking about. Jenny just hung her head. Surely they couldn't expect anything else out of her tonight!

"Fine." Sandy shrugged and started walking away in the direction of her own room. "Remember, Jenny, Tanya's in charge. Any problems and everyone sees the tape." The captain of the cheerleading squad was already disappearing around the corner as she finished talking.

Once Sandy was gone, Jenny turned to the door and let herself in. Tanya followed closely behind, her long curls of blond hair bobbing as she went. "Looks like its just us, Jen. This is going to be exciting. I've never been with a woman before, but that performance you put on sure convinced me to give it a try."

Jenny sighed out of both exhaustion and defeat. "Look, I'm too tired for this. After all I've been through, can't I please just be alone."

"Nope!" Tanya didn't have any malice in her voice, just perky excitement. She bounced so much when she talked that her breasts shook. They were smaller than Jenny's pair, but a considerably force in their own right. Jenny had to admit to herself that in better circumstances she might not have passed up the chance to get her hands on them, but at the moment she couldn't help but see Tanya as some kind of giggling devil. True, Sandy was the cause of all this, her and her stupid insistence on revenge for having her boyfriend stolen by Jenny. But still, Tanya was her willing lackey in the matter.

The small blond caught Jenny's waist in her hands and pulled the reluctant girl over to the single bed in the small hotel room. Tanya sat her down on a corner of the bed and then stood over her as if trying to figure out what was suppose to come next. Jenny glanced up at her while waiting for instructions, taking in what was visible of the white skin of Tanya's slender body. The blonde's tight cotton shorts showed off a nice pair of legs. Jenny could see a small wet spot along the front of them. The stretched white tank top covering her had two small mounds made by her nipples. Jenny figured Tanya must have been even more horny than she let on.

The one thing Jenny felt kept Tanya from being pretty was a face that was cute at best. Her mouth a little too large and made her nose seem rather small by comparison. At the moment, there was a look of hunger on that face.

"All right, Jen, I want you to take your clothes back off."

Having already lost her ability to resist in the earlier escapade, Jenny did as she was hold. She bent each foot up to where she was sitting and removed her heels, then stood up. For what was the second time that night, she allowed the straps of her dress to be pushed aside and let it fall into a bundle around her feet. Tanya hesitated a moment as she admired the now nude body before her. In her estimation, it was definitely fit for a cheerleader.

"Good girl, now take mine off. Slowly."

Following Tanya's instructions, Jenny put her hands around the girl's waist and lifted her tank top. She cupped the blonde's breasts in their lightly clad bra, then reached behind her. Jenny slipped off the clasp of Tanya's bra and slid it off as well. Jenny ran her hands over the freed breasts and tugged gently at the other girl's nipples. Tanya responded with a moan of encouragement. Bending down, Jenny took one nipple into her mouth and toyed with it using her tongue. The blond held Jenny's head firmly there to keep her from trying to stop. With her mouth occupying one tit, the cheerleader tugged at Tanya's other nipple with two fingers. The smaller girl writhed gently as the two red nubs were stimulated.

"Uhhmmm, yeah. Now move lower." Tanya released her hold on Jenny's head as she spoke and spread her legs slightly in anticipation.

Turned on under Tanya's command, Jenny could feel herself losing control. She dropped to her knees on the carpet with growing anticipation and ran her hands behind the blond. The wet spot on the front of Tanya's cotton shorts grew as Jenny kneaded the girl's small, tight ass with her hands. Just as Tanya was becoming absorbed in the attention she was receiving, Jenny stopped and quickly grabbed hold of the top of her shorts. In a sudden movement that left the blond gasping in surprise, Jenny yanked down her shorts and panties, leaving both of them now completely naked.

Jenny did not wait for the other girl to recover from the sudden stripping, but instead buried her face directly into the soft down between Tanya's legs. Her tongue immediately darted out to find the other's clit and began to lick at it hungrily. Jenny was rewarded for her efforts with a steady supply of Tanya's nectar, which was dribbling out her pussy in excitement. Intoxicated by the taste and aroma around her, Jenny buried her face as deep as she could between Tanya's thighs, reveling in the feel of the juices that were beginning to coat her face.

"Mmmmm. Oh, oh yeah. Work it, Jen. Make me cum!" Tanya pushed herself against Jenny's face and used her hands to give her breasts the same stimulation they had enjoyed under Jenny's touch. She could feel herself almost gushing under the beating her clit was taking, but the liquid did nothing to stop the burning that surrounded it. "Oh god yes! Don't stop, don't stop! Uuhhhmmmm ehh ehh AHHH! I'm cumming!" All at once, sensation burst through Tanya's body as Jenny's tongue worked it way around her tender flesh. Over and over the pleasure bit into her and filled her up. "Ohhhh! Ohhh! Uhhh!" Tanya's orgasm was quickly followed by a second that left her red and gasping for breath. She could just barely keep herself from falling on top of Jenny.

Once Tanya had regained enough control of herself, she sat down on the edge of the bed to let her strength return. As she sat there, she watched Jenny hungrily. Jenny, in turn, was checking her out with the same look. The pussy juices on her face only highlighted her thoughts.

"God, Jen. That was amazing. When we get home remind me to throw out my dildo and start keeping you in my drawer. Till then, get on the bed and spread your legs. I want to see what it's like to be on the other end."

Jenny readily complied, spreading herself out on the bed and presenting herself to Tanya's whims. The blond began by straddling her hips across Jenny's stomach and reaching down to wrap a hand around each of the prone girl's breasts. While she did this, Jenny massaged the hips that held her down, the silken thighs feeling as good under her hands as the toying her tits received.

Tanya did not remain long in this position, the call of exploration too strong to ignore. With a trail of kisses, she allowed her curiosity to carry her down to Jenny's shaved pussy. Its wet, swollen lips invited Tanya to do as she would. She accepted that invitation readily and let three fingers slip inside. She withdrew them moments later and brought the fingers to her lips to taste the juices she had inspired. Jenny moaned for the blond to continue, needing to feel the stimulation inside her once again.


Tanya needed no encouragement and immediately plunged her fingers back into the moist warmth radiating from between Jenny's legs. She'd never felt the inside of any pussy but her own before and was thrilled with the new experience, especially how Jenny's body would immediately respond to her slightest touches. Continued toying brought Tanya to the spot she was looking for and she knew it would be all over for Jenny. The cheerleader was practically thrashing upon the bed as the blonde vigorously attacked her pussy. The combination of Jenny's screams and the feeling of her muscles tightening told Tanya that she'd brought the girl to orgasm.

Jenny lay on the bed panting as Tanya lapped up the remainder of her juices. Thirst quenched, the blonde pulled her back up so she was sitting on the middle of the bed. Tanya maneuvered herself closer to Jenny so that each had one leg above and below the other. Pulled closely, their pussies and breasts were pressed up against each other. The girls embraced one other as tightly as they could and began writhing against each other in unison.

"Oh yeah." Tanya purred by Jenny's ear and then pressed her lips against the other girl's. Jenny returned the kiss eagerly and let her tongue dart into the blonde's mouth. Tanya went to work with her own tongue and quickly they were kissing with the same ferocity as they humped one another. With their tongues in each other's mouths, their breasts pushing against one another, and their already well-awakened pussies rubbing, it was too much for each girl. They had to break off their kiss, unable to control their moaning.

"Mmmuuhhhhh uhhhh ahhh." Jenny pumped herself frantically against Tanya as her body lost the ability to hold back any longer. She orgasmed again, this time to the equally loud panting of her blonde lover.

The thoroughly spent girls remained clutching one another for a moment as they waited for their breath to return to them. Once she had some control of herself, Tanya reached down and slid two fingers into the slight space between her and Jenny's pussies. She pulled her hand back up with a mingling of their combined juiced and each girl sucked at a finger hungrily. When she was done reveling in the taste, Tanya smiled greedily at Jenny.

"We'd better get some sleep, babe. We need to be up very early tomorrow."

A small flash of confusion crossed Jenny's face. "Why? Practice doesn't start until eleven."

Tanya nodded with a look of a starved shark. "I know, but we're started at eight."



Jenny Ch. 02



Jenny, Ch. 2: Jenny's Desk Job

The phone rang. Jenny waited, hoping it didn't mean He was going to be late.

Hello, my pet. There's been a change of plans. I had to go to the office to meet with a client—and he's made a lot of last-minute changes, which means that I have to stay here for awhile. So I want you to come down here to my office so I can amuse myself with you while I work.

Tell the receptionist you're my new assistant—she'll tell you where to find me. Dress appropriately. See you soon...

Darn, Jenny thought. She'd been looking forward to having Him come over. She'd put on her gauzy "l'il girl" party dress and petticoats, and He had promised to play Wicked Uncle Ernie with her. Darn, darn, darn!

Well, it would just have to wait until next time. She hurried into her bedroom to change...but into what, she wondered. She'd never been to His office—what would be 'appropriate' dress for His assistant?

She decided to play it safe and go with executive/conservative. He liked that sometimes. She carefully removed her party dress and petticoats, looking wistfully at them before putting them away in the closet and taking out one of her 'office' role-playing outfits. It was a somewhat dowdy gray herringbone skirt-and-jacket set that she wore with a white or pinstripe blouse, a brooch or bow, and low heels. And glasses, sometimes.

The most important question was what to wear underneath. Sexy or deliberately boring?

She looked down at herself. She hadn't gotten around to putting on her shoes and socks when He'd called, so now she was wearing only a pair of white cotton panties with little pictures of Tweety Bird all over them.

Hmm... That might be an interesting surprise for Him, she thought, beginning to grow excited. Especially with a lacy black garter-belt and stockings—yes!

She began to rummage quickly through her lingerie drawer.

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Jenny looked around timidly as she stepped out of the elevator. She'd had no trouble finding the office—it was in one of the tallest and best-known structures in the city, and the company He worked for occupied an entire floor of it. She knew He didn't go there much, preferring to work at home and communicate by email and teleconferencing. But sometimes, like today, he had to put in a personal appearance—and He was important enough to have His own office kept on stand-by for Him.

As Jenny approached the receptionist's desk she realized she'd overdone it with her choice of clothing—everyone she saw was stylishly casual. Jenny caught the receptionist's somewhat dismissive glance at her and wished she had at least left her hair down instead of clipping it up into a somewhat fierce-looking bun behind her head. He hadn't told her to do that—which might displease Him—but she had thought at the time that it went with the role she was to play. Oh well, she thought, too late now.

The receptionist told Jenny where to find His office, and she hurried through the maze of halls and cubicles until she found the door with His name on it. She raised her hand to knock, then hesitated when she heard His voice. If he was with a client or a co-worker she didn't want to interrupt. She leaned closer to the door and heard a second voice...but it was tinny, metallic-sounding. Someone on a speakerphone, she thought, that should be all right.

She knocked lightly and heard Him say, "Hang on a second, Bob..." then call, "Come in!" She turned the knob and entered His office. It was fair-sized—not much bigger than the living room in her small apartment—and almost entirely taken up by a huge desk. On top of the desk were a number of different computer components, dominated by a huge flat-screen monitor. She couldn't even see Him behind it until He stood up to see who was at the door.

When He saw her He stopped for a second, taking in and evaluating her appearance. Jenny held her breath when His gaze paused on her 'executive' hairstyle...then let it out again when He gave her a quick nod and gestured for her to come and stand beside him. She hurried around the desk and stood at his right as He seated Himself again.

He was sitting in one of those fancy executive swivel-chairs and facing the monitor, which immediately drew her attention. It was filled with a number of smaller windows—charts, graphs, documents-and she had no idea what any of them meant, but they were colorful to look at. Then her gaze was snagged by two even smaller windows because they were moving slightly, and she was a little startled to see that in one of them was a picture of Him...and it was duplicating His every movement and gesture from the shoulders up.

She just had time to notice the small camera mounted on the side of the monitor and realize that He was video-conferencing with someone when He said, "Bob, this is Jenny, my assistant. Jenny, this is Bob Barnstable, who's the liaison with the client I met with today," and reached out to swivel the camera up towards her face. She blinked as she saw herself appear on the monitor, but managed to smile and say hello to the harassed-looking man in the other window.

Bob acknowledged her presence with a nod and a distracted "Nice to meet you," then, obviously returning to the discussion she'd interrupted, continued, "Now, if we go with these new parameters, we're going to have to completely re-think the marketing strategy for the third quarter, right?"

The camera swung away from her and back to Him. "Not necessarily," He replied. "Hang on just one more sec." He turned to look at Jenny. "Jenny, why don't you take a look at these reports and see if you can give me a quick summary, all right?"

He was pointing to a completely vacant area of his desk, right in front of where she was standing. Jenny stared back at him, utterly bewildered. "The print is kind of tiny," He continued, taking her by the elbow and pulling her down toward the desk, "Don't strain your eyes."

By now He had her hand and elbow flat on the desk, and Jenny suddenly understood that He was instructing her to take a specific pose—one with which she was extremely familiar. He had already turned His attention back to Bob, and was saying, "Okay, look, if you roll out the print ads as scheduled but redistribute the other media buys..." But Jenny was no longer listening. She quickly placed her other arm on the desk in the same position—bending the upper half of her body nearly horizontal to do so—and stood with her legs apart and her behind in the air.

By turning her head slightly she could see Him—He was still talking to Bob, but she saw Him glance quickly at His image on the screen and then over at her, and she immediately understood that He was checking exactly how wide an area the camera covered.

And when she felt his warm, dry fingers brush casually against the back of her nylon-covered knee she knew why He had done so...and shuddered deliciously.

There He was, chatting away about seasonal inventory cycles and other arcane mysteries with Bob, while just out of camera range His hand was now under her skirt and sliding sensuously up the back of her thigh. It was almost as if He were fondling her while another man was in the room with them, she thought—and had to suppress a groan of arousal.

He stroked her with just the lightest touch of His fingertips—first the back, then the inside of her thigh, just high enough to give her a quivering sensation between her legs and cause her to breathe a little harder. She felt Him tracing the top of her stocking, then toying idly with one of the straps of her garter belt—sliding a finger under it, stretching and loosening it, occasionally pulling it out and letting it snap against her thigh hard enough to make her skin tingle there, making her gasp and wonder if the snap had been audible at the other end of the line. She smiled to herself as she realized that she hoped it was.

She heard Him saying, "...But you've got to move on this before the competition does. You can't afford to fall behind,"—just as she felt His hand moving up onto her behind. Ohhhh...god, His palm felt so hot through her cotton panties! She loved the way He took possession of her, stroking and squeezing first one cheek then the other as if they belonged to Him. Which they do, she thought, her mouth falling open, panting, as He drew a finger slowly but firmly down between her cheeks and then just as slowly back up again.

She felt a fingertip, then several, slip under the elastic of her panties. Was He going to pull them down? Oh god, she hoped so! But no, He was pulling them up—he had the elastic wrapped around his fingers—and she felt the fabric of her panties crawling across her behind to bunch between her cheeks as He pulled. Then the fabric was pulled even tighter and she started to feel the pressure between her legs. Ohhh, between her lips! Tighter!...then gradually looser...then tighter, over and over in a slowly increasing rhythm. Oh god, she was getting so wet! She turned her head away and lay it on the table for fear that her gasps would be heard.

Then suddenly His hand was gone, and she heard Him saying, "That's not what we heard from the focus-groups. Jenny, would you read the first few quotes to Bob?"

Out of pure instinct Jenny flung herself upright and turned, just in time to grasp the piece of paper He was handing to her. He gave her a small, wicked smile as He swiveled the camera and turned it up towards her face. She tried to slow her breathing as saw herself appear on the screen, and hoped Bob wouldn't be able to see the sheen of perspiration on her face.

She faced the camera and began to read. "There was a consensus among Groups A and B that the package-design was insufficiently eye-catching, and possibly inappropriate for the target age-group..." She continued to read even though she had no idea what she was reading or why He was having her read it.

Not at first, anyway. She was focussing so hard on making sense out of the words on the page that she had no attention to spare for anything else. She might have noticed out of the corner of her eye that He was rolling His chair back from the desk, but once He was out of sight she forgot about Him. She was concentrating much too hard to notice a little thing like a button being undone or a zipper being stealthily lowered...

...Until, right in the middle of a sentence, her skirt suddenly fell around her ankles.

She gasped out loud, started to look down—then caught herself and faked a small coughing fit. She apologized to Bob and tried to continue reading. She managed a couple of paragraphs more but between the shock of losing her skirt and constantly checking the monitor to reassure herself that Bob wasn't getting an eyeful of her black garter-belt and Tweety Bird panties, her concentration was shot.

He took pity on her then, scooting back into his accustomed place beside her and saying, as He swiveled the camera—carefully—back to Himself, "Thanks, Jenny. Well, you get the idea, Bob. The graphics people are going to have to come up with something else." And continued on in that vein as if nothing had happened.

He gave her a moment to recover, then, still deep in conversation with Bob, reached out with one hand to circle her wrist and tug her downwards. She let the paper she'd been holding fall to the floor, then knelt upright beside him—out of camera range but very conscious of the fact that her skirt was still tangled around her feet and ankles.

For a while He simply caressed her face while He continued to speak and listen, absently smoothing the hair at her temple, then tracing her ear with His fingertip, then doing the same with her mouth. She opened for Him and He gave her two fingers to suck. She felt herself becoming aroused all over again. Mmmm...kneeling at His side, skirt around her ankles, suckling his fingers, knowing all the while that just the slightest movement of the camera would reveal her to be not His assistant at all...but His devoted slave and slut.

Oh god, and the door's not locked either, she thought suddenly. Anyone could just walk in and... She allowed herself a small shudder, glad that she was hidden behind His desk.

He slowly withdrew His fingers from her mouth and reached up to gently run His thumb across her temple again before continuing on to massage the back of her neck with His fingers. It felt wonderful, she had been so tense before...but what was He doing now?

She felt her jacket being loosened and pushed from first one shoulder, then the other. She held her arms slightly away from her sides and let Him tug the jacket downward, one side at a time, until it fell onto the backs of her legs. She remained perfectly still as He undid and removed the bow at her neck, and then slowly—and with as much ease as if he were actually looking at her instead of the screen, and as if He were using both hands instead of just one—began to undo the buttons of her pleated white blouse. To reach the bottom buttons He had to lean ever so slightly out of his chair—but not enough to be noticeable, she thought. She pulled her shoulders back and raised her hands behind her head, offering Him her breasts as He pulled her blouse open, one side at a time, to reveal the lacy black camisole underneath.

She wished He was free to look at her, to appreciate how carefully she had costumed herself for His pleasure, but there was something incredibly erotic about knowing that, even though He was looking at the screen, He was 'seeing' her with his fingertips. It was like being ravished by a blind man.

He fondled and caressed her breasts through the fabric of her camisole for a long time, finding each nipple and gently pinching it erect between thumb and forefinger. Jenny concentrated on breathing through her nose so as not to make too much noise.

But it was hard to stay calm when His hand was lifting her camisole, slowly, higher and higher, until her breasts were completely exposed. Harder still when He left the camisole bunched up over her breasts and sought her mouth again with His forefinger—and, when His finger was well-moistened, began to trace the aureoles of her breasts, first one then the other, over and over, leaving them slick and shiny...and her nipples feeling as if they were about to burst.

Jenny felt as though she was snorting like a horse, so loud did her breath sound to her. But she didn't dare lower her hands to cover her face without permission, so she concentrated on Him—staring at His profile as He continued to talk business, as cool and focussed as if it were someone else's hand fondling the breasts of the half-naked woman kneeling beside him. But the bulge in his pants, quite visible from where she knelt, made it obvious that He was aware of her. She ached to unzip Him then and there and take Him into her mouth.

But now He was fumbling in His desk drawer with His free hand, trying to find something, apparently, without looking away from the screen. What was it, she wondered—something for work or something...for her?

She quickly found out. He found what He was looking for and silently slid the drawer shut. He took his right hand away from her and did something to whatever it was in His other hand, all without glancing down. Then He extended His right hand towards her and she saw something shiny...

...Just as it was clamped onto her right nipple. Ow! This time she did gasp aloud and looked down. A paper clip! And here came a second one...Ooo! She hissed through her teeth. Oh god, it was torture...it was agony...it was...wonderful! It was as if He were somehow holding both her nipples between His front teeth! Ahhh!

He played with the clips for a while, tugging and twisting them gently with his free hand or flicking them with His middle finger, making her close her eyes and grit her teeth so as not to cry out. But then He was tapping her on the shoulder and, when she opened her eyes, indicating with His open palm that she was to stand.

She did so, a little shakily, hands still locked behind her head, her jacket falling to the floor behind her. She stepped out of her skirt as she was positioned to stand with her back to the desk...then to sit, and then to lie back on it. The desk was big enough so that she was able to lie with her head at the far edge and her hips at the near one, her feet on the floor. At the silent urging of His hand on her thigh she obediently spread her legs apart for Him, not daring to wonder what was going to happen next.

But even she had she would never have guessed.

He ignored her for a moment and she lay there, staring up at the acoustic tiles in the ceiling. The aching in her nipples had subsided a little, although they were still quite erect in their clips. She noticed a cool feeling between her legs and wished He would look over to see how wet He had made her panties with His attentions. She wanted Him to stroke her there and get them even wetter...

She heard Him saying, "Before the presentation goes to corporate we need to adjust the charts to the new parameters. Let's start with the distribution schedule..." and her mind drifted away. She wondered nervously how He could be so sure that no one was going to walk into His office and find her lying on his desk, blouse open, paper clips glinting on the nipples of her naked breasts, and from the waist down clothed only in gray shoes and black stockings, a garter belt and silly cotton panties. (Silly cotton panties with a large wet spot between her spread legs, she reminded herself.) He probably wasn't sure, she told herself—and He probably liked it that way.

And He probably thought she did, too—and He's probably right, she thought; humiliation, or at least the potential for it, had always aroused her. Was arousing her now, she realized, as she pictured it in her mind. She imagined Bob suddenly materializing in the office. His shock at seeing her like that. Imagined being ordered to kneel and beg Bob's forgiveness for being such a slut. Being made to...

Something made of plastic was placed on her abdomen.

Startled, she raised her head to look: He had placed the mouse from His computer there and was moving it around and clicking it as He said, "The pie-chart is completely changed. See, right now the Receivables are thirty-seven per cent and with the new schedule you won't reach that until..." Running the smooth plastic over her stomach—up, down, side-to-side, pointing and clicking—paying no attention to her as He worked.

Seemingly.

But somehow the mouse kept moving lower...now it was bumping over the elastic of her panties, then back onto her stomach, then down again...now it seemed to be drawing slow circles on the cotton fabric...now she could feel it tickling the pubic hair underneath as He drew it back and forth, back and forth...

It was weirdly sexy, as if He were teasing her with a small plastic dildo. She had to restrain herself from raising her hips to meet it. Then He said, "...And you've got to rearrange the bullet-points. Look, you've got too many of the soft ones towards the end—let's move them up." 

And with that He lifted the mouse and planted it firmly between her legs...rolled it slowly upward...and clicked it, right over her clitoris—sending an electric thrill through her loins. Then He did it again...and then over and over again, as he rearranged the chart on the screen in front of Him.

Jenny was trying desperately not to whimper or moan, even as each successive roll and click of the mouse made her want to writhe on the desk and beg out loud for release. She suddenly thought: How nice of Him, a mouse for my pussy—and had to bite down hard on her lower lip to keep from bursting into hysterical giggles...

Just as a knock came on the office door.

Almost as if they had rehearsed it, Jenny slid off the desk and onto her knees, then onto all fours, as He removed the mouse and said to Bob, "Hang on a sec. Someone at the door," and stood—pushing his chair back far enough so that Jenny, grabbing at her clothes, could scuttle under His desk—just as He called, "Come in."




Jenny Ch. 02



Ta-da, Jenny thought, covering her mouth with both hands to muffle herself as she gasped for breath. Now, for my next trick...

Through the pounding of her heartbeat in her ears she heard Him say, "Hi Darren, be with you in a minute."

What? 

She didn't have time to think about the implications of that remark because by then He had sat down again and was pulling Himself right towards her. Fortunately the desk was roomy enough underneath so that Jenny could simply turn sideways without getting His knees in her ribs. Then she heard Him continue, "Bob? I think I've loaded you up enough for tonight, right?" There was an inaudible reply, then: "Okay, yeah, we'll pick up where we left off first thing tomorrow. All right. Good night." This was followed by an electronic beep from the computer as the connection was severed.

Out of the frying pan, Jenny thought, as she heard Him saying, "Darren—so what's up?"

Darren, it seemed, was a co-worker and desperately in need of help on some other project. He launched into a litany of woes and roadblocks, but didn't get very far. "Yes, I was on that project," Jenny heard above her. "But only for a few days, then I got yanked into this McShane thing. So I don't think I can be much help to you, and frankly, I've got way too much on my plate as it is."

Never mind what's on His plate, thought Jenny, grimly. You should see what He's got under His desk.

But Darren continued to plead his case until Jenny wanted to lean down to the gap at the bottom of the desk and yell at him to go away and leave them alone. Then finally, from above her she heard, "All right. Give me a quick summary—I can't promise anything, but I'll take some notes and we'll see if anything pops into my head."

Great—I'm going to spend the night under this desk, thought Jenny, as Darren stumblingly began to describe the current state of the project. She was so busy fuming that for a moment she didn't see His hand beneath the desk. He was waving a scrap of paper at her from between his knees. She thought, Taking notes, huh? —as she crawled forward and took it.

There wasn't a lot of light beneath His desk, but she was able to read his hastily scrawled words: Turn around and put your head down.

Ohhhhh... Even with Darren in the room He wanted to...oh god.

Moving as quietly as she could, Jenny turned herself around and, not wanting to be any more uncomfortable than necessary, struggled out of her blouse—but left her camisole bunched up over her breasts and the clips on her nipples, knowing that was what He would want.

Then, looking over her shoulder (and wishing she had a rear-view mirror) she backed up between His legs, an inch at a time, being careful not to accidentally kick His chair or make any noise. It was one thing to fantasize about being discovered like this, she thought, but at the moment she certainly had no desire for it to happen.

Still, she moved as close to Him as His position would allow, stopping only when her feet were under His chair before lowering her head and resting it on her crossed arms. Judging by what she could see over her shoulder, not only her legs but also a good portion of her hips were exposed as well. If this Darren character should come around the desk for any reason...

Well, there was nothing to be done about it—especially now when she felt His fingertip under the elastic of her panties, sliding slowly back and forth, teasing her.

Or was He just teasing her? No—or at least not the way she had thought at first—because with each pass of His fingertip her panties were slipping slowly downward. Further...further...until suddenly they fell down around her knees.

But by then she was so aroused that she no longer cared. Let Darren come and watch, she thought. Let him see what a good plaything I am for my Master!

Nevertheless, she raised a hand to cover her mouth when she felt His hand insinuating itself between her thighs. She spread her legs for Him as much as the panties around her knees would allow. And when she felt His middle finger gently separating her lips and slowly but persistently make its way inside her she was glad all over again that she had covered her mouth. He penetrated her with His finger until she felt His knuckles against her behind, then just as slowly...He withdrew it. Then slid it all the way in again...then out, over and over again, the movement of His finger making moist little squishy noises which were probably inaudible anywhere else but which seemed to reverberate in the small space in which Jenny knelt. A space which seemed to be growing warmer by the second, she noticed—her make-up was beginning to run.

She shuddered as she felt His finger, now wet with her juices, being drawn slowly up between her cheeks...once, twice, three times. Then easing its way back inside her, while...oh god, His thumb then began pressing against her rear passage. Rubbing gently...making bigger, then smaller circles. Pressing inward...pressing, then suddenly—Ah!—inside her!

Jenny bit down on her knuckle to keep from crying out. And kept biting on it as she felt His hand begin a slow rocking motion, His middle finger sliding out as His thumb probed inward; thumb slowly withdrawing as the middle finger re-entered. Finger, then thumb. Finger, thumb, finger, thumb, finger-thumb-finger-thumb-finger-thumb—

Oh god, what was He doing to her? Had He forgotten how loud she was when she came? How she thrashed around? Did He really not care what anybody thought? Oh god, it was starting to...she couldn't hold back anymore...Ah!...AH!...She was going to...

Then His hand was suddenly gone—leaving her feeling like one of those cartoon characters who run several steps off of a cliff before realizing there's nothing underneath them. Barely able to breathe, she exerted every atom of her will and forced her body to relax. Oh Master, she thought, You know me far too well!

She hadn't even managed to calm herself to the point of breathing normally when she felt Him tapping on her hip, and when she was able to turn herself around she saw another piece of paper in His hand.

Stroke me with your panties, it read.

Above her, there was a moment of silence...then His voice, saying, "All right. Your number one problem, as near as I can tell, is in the basic concept. You should probably talk with..." It went on, but Jenny was busy, arms outstretched behind her, trying to remove her panties as quietly as possible. All right, she thought, as if speaking out loud, You asked for it.

Finally managing to detach her panties from where they had gotten caught on the heel of her shoe, she dropped them to the floor in front of her, then reached up with both hands and began to unzip Him—working as slowly and deliberately as if she were opening a safe full of nitroglycerin so that there wouldn't be the slightest noise.

When at last she had the zipper down as far as she could get it to go, she began the equally delicate job of bringing His cock out into the open. She was amazed to hear Him continue speaking, calmly and incisively—just as if He didn't have a mostly naked woman under His desk, holding His cock in her hand. When it was free and standing fully erect in front of her face she reached into His pants to gently scoop up his balls and bring them out as well—she wanted to give Him the Full Treatment.

She drew her panties over her hand, with the fabric from the seat—the only part still dry—over her palm and fingers. Then she reached out and began by just lightly touching His balls with her fingertips, stroking and making little circles, moving from one to the other and back again. She noticed that although He continued to speak normally while she did this He had begun to say "Ummm..." more often—and to her it sounded a lot like "MMMmmmm"—so she knew she was having an effect.

She began to increase the pressure, now massaging His balls with the palm of her hand while her fingers reached behind them to stroke His scrotum, the warm cotton fabric of her panties sliding smoothly over His skin.

There was a sudden intake of breath above her and she heard Darren asking, "You all right?" 

"Uh—yeah. Just swallowed wrong, I guess," was the reply.

Jenny grinned to herself. Sorry, just following orders, Master. You know how I love to follow orders...

She moved her hand up to the shaft itself, wrapping her panties and then her fingers around it and began stroking slowly up and down, raising her other hand to continue massaging His balls with the loose fabric that hung below her fist.

She heard Him gasp and say, "Ohhh!" She stopped for a moment, then heard Him slap His forehead and continue, "Uh, I just remembered something else I have to do for the McShane project. So, uh, we need to wrap it up here pretty quickly, okay?"

Jenny raised her eyebrows. Did you say, 'Wrap it up', Master? I live to obey...

She draped her panties over His entire cock. Then, while continuing to massage Him below with her left hand, moved her right hand up the shaft to the head, wrapping it in her fist and giving it short, squeezing up-and-down strokes with the fabric.

Darren was thanking Him for His time, saying, "Well, don't work too late, man, you'll make yourself sick—you're looking a little frazzled, you know? This job can really squeeze you dry if you let it."

You don't know the half of it, Jenny answered in her mind, rubbing the ball of her thumb across the opening in the tip of His cock in time with her strokes. She heard Him mumble something in a distracted tone of voice, concluding with a farewell of some sort—then Darren replying in kind, his voice fading as he walked out of the office.

The moment the door was closed He reached under the desk, grabbed her by the wrists and dragged her out so quickly that her panties were left hanging from His shaft, looking like a flag on a windless day.

He took them off and stuffed them into her mouth.

Then He drew her up to her feet, threw her onto the desk and plunged into her, holding her wrists above her head with both hands while He ravaged her. Jenny had never seen Him so completely lose control of Himself, and she felt a certain pride in her accomplishment. Or at least she would have, had there been room in her awareness for anything other than the tidal wave of pleasure which seemed to be lifting them both off of the desk and carrying them helplessly away as she met Him thrust for thrust...

She was thankful for the panties in her mouth, as she was beginning to squeal—and felt as if she would soon begin to scream. Unable to speak, she stared into His eyes and begged, wordlessly: Please, Master, may I? Oh please, please... let your poor slave come!

At last she saw it in His eyes (Yes, my love...NOW!) just as they went completely unfocussed and closed, and His mouth dropped open and she felt Him flooding into her.

She let go then—surrendering to an orgasm that rooted her feet to the floor and snapped her body upward into a shuddering arch that left only her shoulders on the desk, even with His weight on top of her. She screamed through the panties in her mouth as electricity seemed to bolt upward through her spine and burst through the top of her head, again and again...

The next thing she knew she was being lifted gently upward into a sitting position. The paper clips had been removed from her nipples; the panties were gone from her mouth and a bottle of water was being held to her lips. She drank greedily before opening her eyes and smiling up into His face, so close to hers. For a long while neither of them felt the need to say anything—but their eyes spoke volumes to each other.

He helped her to clean up and dress, then accompanied her out of the office, out of the building and to the parking garage where her car was. He held her in His arms for a long time and she whispered in his ear how much she loved everything they did together.

He pulled back to look into her eyes and smile. "You're my good girl, He said. "And next time, I promise, Little Jenny will get a visit from Uncle Ernie."

He kissed her good night. Then He crouched down, lifted her skirt and kissed her quickly through her still-wet panties, touching her briefly with His tongue. Then He stood, dropping her skirt back into place, and laid His hand alongside her cheek for a moment, looking at her—then turned and walked away.

Jenny drove home, exhausted but smiling and humming along with the music on her CD player...and already beginning to imagine their next meeting.



Jenny Ch. 02



That night, only the second night since Jenny had come into my life, we made love, slowly, passionately, without the animal lust like our first time, but with our hearts as much as with our bodies. Afterwards, we held each other until sleep took us both. We slept soundly, still holding each other, for 10 hours, not waking until well after daybreak. When we did wake, we still held each other, drawing peace and healing from our embrace. Finally, Jenny had to get up and head to the bathroom, while I laid in bed, stretching contentedly. I heard the toilet flush, followed by the shower, and must have drifted back off to sleep. I awoke once again with Jenny, now dressed, kissing my lips.

"Get up, sleepy head! I am hungry! You get in the shower while I make us some breakfast." While she headed downstairs, I made the bed and moved into the bathroom. After my morning rituals, I dressed and headed downstairs to find Jenny in the kitchen, just setting the table with scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, juice, fresh coffee, and some grapes that she found in the frig. I looked at the heaping plates full of food, and wondered how we would ever manage to eat all of that. Of course, I underestimated Jenny, who had told me that she was hungry. That old expression of "eating for two" takes on new meaning with her.

While I nibbled away at what looked like a days worth of food on my plate, I watched her devour a much larger plate with relish. When she had cleaned up the last few morsels on her plate, she started looking at mine. After a moment, she shifted her chair over next to me, and began to help me finish. In the end, she ate over half of my plate, all of hers, and was working on the grapes to top it off. Finally, she pushed back from the table, rubbing her belly and sighing contentedly.

"We definitely have to go to the store. I don't think there is enough food in the house to keep you going much longer." I said. "I don't want to wake up in the middle of the night to find you gnawing on my leg."

"No promises." she said. "But if you keep me well fed, you may find me gnawing on other parts of your anatomy. Food is not the only thing I am starved for." She leaned over and gave me a very wet kiss, with lots of tongue and promise for later. She then stood, and pulled me up to help her clean up the kitchen. In short order, we had the dishes done, the food put away, and were heading into town. As we drove, I asked her about her clothing. As I thought, she had little in the way of maternity clothing, and few things that still fit her blossoming figure.

Our first stop, then, was the local JC Penney store. Our small town did not have a great selection of stores, but I knew that she could find a few things there. She picked out a few basic tops, and some pants and shorts with elastic fronts to allow for her growing belly. She also had to be fitted for bras, as hers were no longer sufficient. When she had the correct size, she picked out several ones in different colors and styles.

Next, she asked me about pajamas. I told her not to worry, as I didn't see the need for her to wear any while she was staying with me. She beamed happily, and gave me a kiss. I then steered her over to the dresses, asking her to pick out something nice that she could wear for an evening out. She looked through what was available, trying on a few different ones, before finally settling on a dark green sleeveless dress with a scooped neckline. It hugged her body, showing off her curves and pregnant form to perfection, dropping to just above her knees. As she modeled it for me, I had to shift my erection, which had grown uncomfortably in my pants. Seeing this, she gave me a smile that had more than a hint of that feral look from yesterday. I had a brief vision of her dragging me into the dressing room and having her way with me, but realized that those kinds of thoughts would make it very difficult to face the sales lady at the checkout. With an effort, I refocused my mind on trying to get my erection to subside.

When Jenny came out, we gathered her haul and headed to the checkout. The sales lady was very nice, but kept giving us, and especially me, interesting looks. She could not quite figure us out. Was I the doting father providing for his daughter, or a sugar daddy taking care of his mistress? Jenny also noticed, and when I paid the bill, she gave me a hug and a smoldering kiss on the lips, and said "Thank you so much. You are the best!" We then walked out hand in hand, with the clerk grinning behind us. 

Our next stop was the grocery store. We got two carts, with Jenny heading off to the health and beauty section while I got started on food. I loaded my cart up with canned goods, meat, fresh and frozen vegetables, juice, and a variety of dairy products. When Jenny caught up, I headed her towards the pharmacy for prenatal vitamins, while I hit the breakfast isle for cereal and breakfast bars. We then wandered the store, picking up various things that she needed, or simply wanted. We finished up at the produce section, where she picked out a variety of fruit, including bananas, strawberries, more grapes, apples, oranges, and grapefruit. With our carts now fully loaded, we headed for the check out.

Once back home, we worked together putting everything away. She marveled at the pantry, a feature of older houses that has been lost over time. Mine was like a walk in closet off the kitchen, lined with shelves, and space for my small chest freezer. By the time we finished, our larder was quite full.

Jenny fixed herself a light, late lunch, but I was still full from the massive breakfast. I cautioned her about eating too much, as I wanted to take her out for dinner tonight. She was excited about that, and only ate one sandwich, a bowl of soup, an apple, and a few grapes, just to tide her over. When she finished, she came into the living room where I was reading the paper, and made a show out of slowly stripping off her clothes in front of me. She then headed for the stairs, stopping to look back over her shoulder at me, flashing one of those sultry grins, before heading up the stairs. I lost all interest in the paper, and was pulling off my clothes as I followed her up. By the time I reached the bedroom, Jenny was flat on her back in the middle of the bed, with her legs apart, already fingering herself.

"I thought I was going to have to start without you there for a minute." She said, watching me finish undressing.

I crawled up between her legs, and, supporting my weight with hands and knees, leaned in and kissed her passionately. As or tongues battled, I rubbed my very hard cock against her pussy, drawing moans from her, while she humped her pussy up trying to capture my shaft. I would have none of that, though, as I had other plans. Leaving her mouth, I kissed her neck, licking up to her ear, where I sucked on her lobe. I then began to move down her body, exploring with my lips and tongue, finally arriving at her breasts. I licked and kissed around and between her ample mounds, avoiding her nipples, which she was now trying to force into my mouth. Finally, she moaned and, grabbing my head in both of her hands, forced me to take her nipple in. I obliged, and felt it harden and grow in my mouth as I swirled my tongue around it. Her nipples were huge, a particular turn on for me, and I sucked greedily on first one, and then the other.

When I pulled back to take a look, her nipples were now almost an inch long, and as big around as my index finger. These were surrounded by areola that were dark red and a good three inches in diameter. She was now panting, and had the look of a wild animal in heat. I began to kiss my way down over her pregnant belly. By now, she had no doubt what I had in mind, and was moaning and gyrating her hips in anticipation.

When I reached her groin, I licked lightly along her lips, then kissed first one inner thigh, then the other. I wanted to draw this out, teasing her into peaks of desire, but once again she would have none of that. She grabbed my head forcefully, and shoved her pussy into my mouth. With her holding me firm, I began to delve my tongue between her lips, lapping up her juices which were now flowing freely. I ran my tongue up and down the entire length of her slit, exploring her inner lips. I pushed my tongue as deep into her as it would go, swirling it about, bringing more moans.

Jenny was already near climax, so I moved on up to her clitoris, which by now was fully extended. As I had observed the day before, her clitoris was huge, even bigger than her nipples, and I sucked it into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue. Her moans now were near continuous, and nearing record decibels. Sensing that she was there, I attacked her clit with both tongue and teeth, and was rewarded with a scream. She pulled my head painfully into her, and clamped both of her thighs down tight. I could feel her body shaking, and looked up to see spasms moving through her entire body like waves. Her face was clenched, her mouth open, while her scream had lowered in pitch to sound now more like a growl. I couldn't breath, but continued to work on her clit until I felt her begin to come down.

Finally, I felt her thighs and hands loosen their grip, and I was able to suck in some air. I eased off her clit, but continued to lick her slit, reveling in her fragrance and flavor. It had been a very long time since I had gone down on a woman, and I was taking great pleasure in the experience. I felt her body relax, so I looked up, almost expecting to see her passed out. Instead, I found her looking back at me, that wild look still there. This time, it was her mouth working without any sound coming out. Finally, with what looked to be great effort, she managed to get out two words: "FUCK ME!" she demanded.

I moved back up her body, positioning my cock at her entrance. She reached down and guided my shaft to the mark, and I pushed in slightly, just the head. I worked in and out, slowly, allowing her juices to lubricate me fully before moving in deep. Before long, I was buried in her, rocking back and forth to put pressure on her clit. She was now moaning again, deep and guttural, while pulling on my hips to increase the pressure on her cunt. I switched to a more circular motion, grinding against her, and was rewarded with another growl as she came again. I continued to grind away, thrusting deeply, while I could feel her internal muscles rippling along my shaft. I leaned in and kissed her, and immediately had a mouth full of her tongue.

As I felt her orgasm subside, I once again changed my motion, now slowly withdrawing until just the head remained inside, then thrusting hard back in to the hilt. With each thrust, I would get another deep growl as she thrust up to meet me. Gradually, I picked up the pace, until I was pounding away with everything I had. I could feel my orgasm approaching, but was holding out for her. I watched her for signs, and saw her color change as her skin flushed. Her nipples rose until they were standing at full erection, and her eyes had once again taken on that wild, feral look, almost as if I was making love to some animal in human form. When her eyes clenched tight, I knew that she was there, so I pounded a few last strokes and then buried in as deep as I could reach as my cock exploded into her, pumping what felt like a gallon of cum into her deepest recesses. We both fell silent with the intensity of our climaxes, which seemed to go on forever. Our bodies seemed to merge into one, whole and complete.

No longer able to support myself, I rolled to the side, drawing her with me. We cuddled and kissed, with me still inside her, and both of us drifted off to sleep. It was some time before we awoke, still cuddling, but both us and the bed were a sticky mess. We kissed deeply, with Jenny giggling to taste herself on my mouth, and then got up to survey the damage. We stripped the bed, tossing the soiled bedding downstairs to be washed, and headed into the bathroom.

Before getting into the shower, I pulled her to me for another deep, passionate kiss. For the second time in two days, I took a shower with a beautiful, pregnant, voluptuous woman. We soaped and cleaned each other thoroughly, dried off, and began to dress for dinner. Jenny put on her new dress, smiling when my cock rose to attention as I watched her move about the room in the form fitting attire. As she applied makeup, trying to hide some of the damage from her ordeal, I got dressed in khakis and a nice shirt, about as formal as I ever get. Finally ready, we headed into town.

I took her to a nice Italian place downtown. Being a Sunday night on a holiday weekend, they were not to busy, so we got right in, very fortunate since Jenny now had that famished look. She ordered the veal, with both soup and salad, while I asked for the stuffed pasta special. The waiter lingered a bit on Jenny's damaged face, but handled our order without comment.

While we waited for the food, Jenny polished off the basket of bread, followed by the salad, then the soup. With the appetizers out of the way, she was now ready for the main entrée. Once again, I marveled at her appetite and zeal for eating. I realized that she ate like she made love, part wild animal, part sensuous woman, devoting her entire being to the act. I enjoyed watching her eat almost as much as making love to her. As I watched her, I realized that I was quickly falling in love, totally and head over heels. Unlike before, I no longer had any reservations. Whether this lasted a day or a lifetime, I was in for the duration, and would eternally be grateful for whatever time we had together.

She noticed me watching her, and looked askance at the expression on my face. I simply smiled and reached over to pat her hand. We continued to eat, with me smiling and her glowing, neither of us needing any words to communicate how we felt. With both of her cravings now well satisfied, we returned home. 

Once home, we changed out of our clothes and into robes, and settled on the couch together to watch a movie. Jenny snuggled up against me, leaning her head on my shoulder with my arm around her. She oozed contentedness, and we enjoyed a nice romantic comedy. When it ended, she stretched lazily, then leaned in for a kiss. I found it amazing how quickly our relationship had progressed, feeling very comfortable with how close we had become in such a very short time. I felt like we had been together forever, yet it had only been two days now. After our kiss, she sat back, and once again studied my face, sensing some change.

"You have been awfully quiet this evening. Are you growing tired of me so fast?" she asked, the smile on her face underlined with worry.

"No, Jenny, I have just been wondering how it is possible to fall so deeply in love in only two days. Right now, I love you more than I have ever loved anyone in my life, including Lisa. You have cast a spell on me, Jenny, and now hold my heart in your hands." I answered.

She studied my eyes, looking for any sign of deception. When she saw none, she buried her face into my chest, crying once again. I held her,waiting for her rejection or affirmation. After a moment, she talked quietly, with her face still buried in my chest.

"I had decided that love was a myth, something that only existed in movies and fairy tales. I thought I loved Jason, but soon found out that I was only using him to escape from my home. I ended up running away from one abusive home and into another. As I sank into despair, I saw no way out, and believed that life was just that way. That is why I didn't leave Jason when he started beating me, as that was the only life that I knew. I truly believed that everything that happened was my fault, that I deserved the punishment."

"That last day, when he was trying to kill me, I finally realized that I had to get out, or be lost forever. I didn't want to have my life end that way, and when the police came and took him away, I was desperate for a way out. When that nice lady officer asked me who to call, I could only think of one name, yours. You were the only one in my life who ever treated me like a person, with respect and dignity. There was no one else, only you. I was afraid to call you, for if you had rejected me, I would have given up and died. When you came to get me, once again treating me with respect and showing real concern, I, too, fell in love. I guess in a way I had always loved you, but when you brought me here, I was helpless, and fell for you that first night."

She now sat up, and looked into my eyes. "That is why I came to you that first night, crawling into your bed. I wasn't looking for sex, I just needed to be held, to feel loved. Since that night, everything you have done has only deepened my love for you. For the first time in my life, I feel loved, and have someone who actually likes me for who and what I am. You have cast a spell on me, Josh, and now hold my heart in your hands."

Joining hands, we climbed the stairs to bed.

Monday was a holiday, and Jenny and I did what most people do on a day off: We slept in. I awoke around 10 to the sound of a car coming up my drive. Cursing quietly, I got up and threw on some sweats. Jenny was still sleeping peacefully when I headed downstairs to see who was disturbing my day off. I opened the front door to see Sarah getting out of her car. I had not seen or talked to her in several weeks, so this was a complete surprise.

I met my youngest on the front porch, giving her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Sarah, what a pleasant surprise! I am so glad to see you. Why didn't you call to tell me you were coming?"

"Dad, the last few times we talked, you were so depressed that you didn't seem to care whether you saw me or not, so I kinda gave up. I decided last night that I would drive down and surprise you, just to see if you were still breathing." She smiled up at me, searching my face for a moment. "Something is different. What's up?"

Escorting her inside, I was caught totally off guard. Something was indeed different, but how do I tell my daughter that I have fallen in love with her best friend? I should have thought this out, but really didn't expect it to come up so soon. As we sat down on the couch, my mind was a blur trying to think of a way to break the news. Sarah beat me to the punch.

"You have met someone, haven't you?" she asked.

"Is it that obvious?" I replied.

"It is written all over your face." she said. "I haven't seen you this happy in years. You have been like the walking dead since Mom left, but now you look reborn, alive. Who is she? I can't wait to meet her."

Before I could speak, I heard feet coming down the stairs, and we both looked up to see Jenny, dressed in a robe, come into the room. When their eyes met, Jenny froze, then said "Hey, Sarah, long time no see."

Sarah sat motionless, her eyes wide and mouth open. Sarah is not one to be caught speechless, so this was a rare moment indeed. Jenny and I both waited for the explosion that we knew must be coming. Finally, Sarah blinked, and responded "Jenny, what a surprise meeting you here. So, you finally got your wish to screw my Dad." Jenny and I both looked at each other. Sarah at least had a smile on her face, so this was going way better than I could have expected. With her eyes taking in Jenny's battered face and extended belly, Sarah said "I can see that there is a story to tell here."

"Sarah, this will take some explaining, so why don't you and Jenny catch up while I fix us something to eat. Jenny and I haven't had breakfast yet, how about you?" I said, getting to my feet.

"I ate early, but some toast and jam would be nice, if you don't mind." Sarah said, patting the couch next to her for Jenny to sit down. I headed into the kitchen to give the two friends some privacy to catch up on recent events. When I paused and looked back, the two were sitting close together, holding hands, while Jenny quietly began to explain how her life had ended up here.




Jenny Ch. 02



I needed to give them some time, so I mixed up some pancake batter while the griddle heated. While the first batch were cooking, I brought out strawberries, grapes, and bananas, and found the syrup. I put on a pot of coffee, and got juice, butter, and jam from the frig. Finally, setting three places at the table, I laid out the spread and called the girls in.

Both girls came into the kitchen still in animated conversation, but both smiling, and with a touch of moisture in their eyes. As we sat down to eat, Sarah looked at me and squeezed my hand.

"Dad, I want you to know that I am OK with this, really. I love you, and am thrilled to see you happy again. From the way Jenny tells her story, you may very well have saved her life. She had hit rock bottom, and was ready to just give up, until you came in and rescued her. It is also obvious to me that she has pretty much done the same for you. I was so worried about what I would find when I came up here today, not knowing if you would see me, or even still be here. You can't imagine what a relief it is to find the Dad that I remember from growing up, whole and at peace again. You are two of the most important people in my life, and I am so happy that you have managed to save each other." Sarah's face mirrors her sincerity, but there is something else, like a current beneath the surface. Before I have a chance to figure out what it is, Jenny brings us back to reality.

"OK, enough of this sentimental crap. I'm starving! Let's eat!" We all laughed, and began to work on the food before us. Jenny, of course, made Sarah and I look like amateurs as she ravenously attacked her meal. Sarah laughed, remembering Jenny's eating habits from the past, while I watched with my usual awe. The food was gone in short order, with Jenny taking care of most of it, and the girls shooed me out while they cleaned up. I could hear them chattering away while they did the dishes as I sat in the living room. Three short days ago, I was at the bottom of a deep pit of despair, and now all seemed right and at peace in my world. For the first time in a long while, I looked to the future with anticipation.

Sarah stayed for the night, and when I headed into the office in the morning, they were back up and making plans for the day. Jenny was supposed see the doctor this morning, and to meet with Susan to discuss how the case against Jason was going to proceed. Sarah planned to stay for a few days to help out. I had work to catch up on at the office, but intended to take the afternoon off to be there when Jenny went in to see Susan. I also had other plans that needed attention.

When I arrived at work, I greeted Maria, my secretary, as I headed towards my office. She looked at me with surprise, and then followed me into my office and closed the door.

"OK, out with it. What's her name? I want to hear all the details." She said, with a smile of satisfaction on her face. Am I really such an open book, or do the women in my life have some sort of 6th sense?

"Whatever do you mean, Maria?" I said, smiling back.

"You got laid this weekend, by the looks of it. I haven't seen you smiling like that in years. Whoever she is, she must be something special." Maria said. "When do we get to meet her?"

"Soon." I said. "Yes, she is very special. I haven't worked out the details yet, but everyone will get a chance to meet her very soon."

Maria beamed, and headed back to her desk. It would only be moments before the entire office knew, so I prepared for the onslaught. First in was the owner, Jefferson Bradley, and a long time friend. Back when Lisa was still here, Jeff and his wife were among our closest friends. Jeff closed the door and sat down in front of my desk. "The Maria network tells me that you have some news, and by the look on your face it must be good."

I laughed, knowing from first had experience just how efficient Maria was at disseminating news in the office. "Yes, as Maria no doubt has said, I have found someone, and feel like my life is back on track again."

"Does this have anything to do with the events of last Friday night?" Jeff asked, with a shrewed look on his face. I had not thought of that. Were there no secrets in this small town? Then I remembered that Jeff was on the hospital board, and was Susan's uncle, so of course he had heard. Was the entire town aware?

"I was not aware that what happened Friday night was common knowledge, but, yes, that was the catalyst. Let's just say that I had a very eventful weekend." I replied.

Jeff studied my face for a bit, then said "No, not common knowledge, but I had heard from sources about those events. Don't worry about it. Most of us will just be glad to see you rejoin humanity again. Is the young girl going to be OK?"

"Yes, Jenny will be fine. Her physical injuries were not serious, and, well, let's just say that both of our emotional states are much improved." I said. I did not know if Jeff knew Jenny or not, but in a small town it is likely that he was at least aware of her. "Things are moving quickly, and I have not yet sorted out all of the details, but expect some news soon."

"Wow, things are moving fast. Well, if there is anything I can do, let me know. You have considerable time off accrued, and I expect you to use it. Let me know." he said, rising to leave.

"I will need to take this afternoon off, to take care of a few things." I said. "Sarah is also in town, and I would enjoy spending some time with her as well." Jeff looked at me and smiled. "Everything is under control here, so why don't you take the rest of the week? Maria pretty much runs everything, anyway." We both laughed, and he headed out. I informed Maria of this, and she told me not to worry, that she would hold down the fort. I returned to my office and spent the rest of the morning tidying up paper work, making a few calls, and dealing with other staff and friends who stopped by to offer their support. When noon approached, I called Sarah to invite the girls to meet me for lunch at the diner downtown. This was a very public place, so it would serve to start tongues wagging, if there was still anyone in town who did not know about us already.

At the diner, we had a steady stream of people stop by our booth so say hello. With Jenny sitting on my side, and quite close, it should have been obvious that we were together. More than a few friends from my past were there, as the diner was the place for the business lunch crowd. Jenny positively beamed at this very public display of our connection. If she had any doubts about my commitment to her, they were now gone. As I said, things were moving fast, but at least now I had a plan.

After lunch, during which Jenny nearly emptied the diner's pantry, we headed over to the Sheriff's office to meet with Susan. She informed us that Jason had already appeared before the judge, and, when presented with the preponderance of evidence against him, had plead guilty and was awaiting sentencing. Susan's feeling was that he would be sentenced by week end to no less than 5 years at the state penitentiary. Jenny and I were unaware of how extensive his criminal record was, and were quite relieved to hear that Jenny would not have to testify. Susan followed us out to the truck, and her eyes sparkled as she expressed her satisfaction at how events had played out. While I got in the driver's side, Susan and Jenny talked in private for a moment, then hugged each other. When Jenny got in, she was smiling and wiping tears from her eyes. Susan waved as we pulled out, also smiling. When I inquired about what had transpired, Jenny just said "Oh, just girl talk. Nothing for you to be concerned about."

Sarah followed us to our next stop, the local car dealership. I had called ahead, and another friend was waiting for us. He had all the paperwork ready, and was just waiting for Jenny to pick out what model she was interested in. She got wide eyed when I told her to find something she liked.

"Really?" she said. She gave me a bone crushing hug, a quick kiss, and then she and Sarah headed onto the lot to see what was available. It took them over an hour, during which time they test drove several models, before finally settling on a metallic blue Rav 4. It was a program vehicle, with only a few miles, and fully loaded. Jim finished the paperwork in short order, giving me an excellent deal. We shook hands, and the girls headed out, going home to drop off Sarah's car before taking a spin in Jenny's new ride.

With the girls out of my hair. I made a few more stops to work out the details of my plan. When everything was in order, I headed back home. Jenny and Sarah were back, and tried to pry out of me what I had been up to, but to no avail. I told them to get dressed, and we headed back to town for dinner. Jenny, once again, was wearing her green dress, this time with a push up bra that showed a lot of cleavage. I headed into the restaurant, our local steak house, with two very beautiful girls on my arm. We enjoyed a delicious meal, while I basked in the happiness shared around the table. Jenny and Sarah had picked up where they left off two years ago, best friends who shared everything, while Jenny absolutely radiated her happiness and affection for me. More than a few old friends and acquaintances noticed our group, and smiled when we made eye contact.

After the meal, we headed back home. While it wasn't late, Sarah claimed exhaustion and headed for bed, leaving Jenny and I to our own devices. Jenny gave her friend a hug, and then turned to me, her eyes taking on that by now familiar wild look. "Do you want to follow me to the bedroom, or should I just attack you right here in the living room?" she asked. I quickly rose, and she took me by the hand and led me up the stairs. Following close behind her, I had an excellent view of her shapely ass moving in the clingy dress, and was fully erect by the time we reached the top of the stairs. I don't know how women do that, swaying their ass that way, but Jenny must have sensed my attention and put on a world class show. I fought the urge to take Jenny right there on the stairs.

We made it to the bedroom, and I closed the door before taking the woman of my life in my arms. We shared one of those whole body kisses, with Jenny rubbing her entire body against mine, while my hands cupped her fantastic ass, pulling her to me while she ground our groins together. I raised her dress, only to discover that she was wearing no panties. She raised one leg, and began to grind her bare mound against my erection through my pants. After a moment of this, I could feel my pants getting damp with her juices, letting me know just how turned on she was. I pulled her dress over her head and tossed it aside, followed quickly by her bra, and had her just as I liked her, completely naked and in my arms.

She began to unbutton my shirt, but, losing patience, finally ripped it open and pressed her naked breasts against my chest. While I tossed aside my ruined shirt, she worked my pants loose, pushing them down to my ankles. She now was able to rub her damp cunt directly on my cock while we still kissed, with her moaning continuously into my mouth. I could feel her rubbing her clit directly on my shaft, and was surprised when she let out a low, guttural moan and came, shuddering, while still in our embrace. Never before had I experienced such wanton abandon and pure lust from a lover. I held on while she rode her orgasm, still rubbing her pussy against the underside of my erection.

When she finally came down, her eyes still glowed like an animal in heat. She pushed me back on the bed, and finished pulling off my pants, socks, and shoes. Climbing up over me, she positioned herself above me, directing my cock, now hard as iron, at her dripping opening. Since she had just rubbed herself to orgasm on me, it was already well lubricated, allowing her to impale herself in one motion. She leaned over, putting her hands on either side of my head and locking eyes with me while she began to slowly rise and fall on my cock. Each time she hit bottom, she would grind her clit against my pubic bone, grunting her pleasure. Soon, she was bucking up and down with everything she had, grunting and moaning, now totally lost in the animalistic lust of the moment.

I felt myself being taken away, losing all focus on the room around me. Only the joining of our two bodies existed. My hands, resting on her thighs, rose of their own accord and began to caress her bouncing breasts, finding and tugging on her erect nipples. This increased her moaning, and spurred her to an even more intense rhythm. I began to roll, pinch, and pull on her sensitive nipples, which pushed her over the precipice once again. I watched in fascination as her entire body convulsed in her climax. In a far off corner of my mind, where my consciousness had retreated during our primal embrace, I wondered if she was this way about everything in life, giving herself utterly to the experience. While I watched in awe, she rode her orgasm to its finish, finally slowing down and returning to awareness.

Opening her eyes, she looked down at me. If anything, her feral look had intensified. She smiled wickedly as she realized that I was still hard and had not yet come. All of the sex over the last few days was enabling me to hold on and delay my final release. While I could not have multiple orgasms like when I was younger, I could now easily last longer, prolonging the experience. When I did come, it was more powerful than in my youth, making up for the lack of quantity with the strength and quality of my orgasm.

Jenny pulled off me, and, reversing positions, brought her dripping pussy to my waiting mouth. As I accepted the invitation and began lapping and sucking on her womanhood, I felt her envelope my cock with her mouth, sucking and slurping noisily while pumping it up and down with her hand. There was no way I would last with her attacking my cock with such vigor, so I immediately set to work on her massive clit, sucking it into my mouth and teasing it with my tongue. She moaned on my cock, with the vibrations giving me new sensations and pushing me even closer to release.

Now it became a contest, with each of us desperately pushing the other to new heights, demanding a final release to finish our act. She got there first, suddenly sitting her entire weight down on my mouth and grinding her clit into me. I sucked and nibbled on it with everything I had before I lost all awareness as my own release rapidly approached. With her juices flooding my face, I erupted into her waiting mouth, momentarily blacking out from the intensity of my climax. I was aware of nothing except the pumping of my cock as stream after stream of cum shot out, filling her mouth to overflowing. As my consciousness returned, I once again resumed lapping up the copious juices that she was producing. My face and hair were soaked with her emissions, but still I sucked, trying to get every last drop. She was doing the same, milking my cock, drawing out everything that I had, sucking me completely dry.

When we finally finished, she pulled off me and crawled up to my side. Snuggling up to me, she placed her head on my chest and draped one leg over mine. Giving me a hug, she dropped right off to sleep, followed moments later by me. We slept like this until morning, when we woke up sticky and matted from the previous nights events. Our mouths tasted like stale sex, but that did not stop us from sharing a passionate kiss before rousing out of bed and heading for the shower. After a thorough, and thoroughly enjoyable, scrubbing, we dressed and headed downstairs to greet the day.

As we came into the kitchen, we found Sarah already there, just finishing preparing a hearty breakfast of eggs, sausage, hash browns, and fruit. When she saw us come in, she grinned from ear to ear.

"Well, you rabbits are finally awake. After last night, I was not sure that I would even see you before noon, but figured if you did wake up you would be famished."

Jenny eyed the table full of food like a wolf looking at its prey, and wasted no time. She sat down and dug in, eating like a woman on a mission. Sarah and I laughed, and then realized that we had better get busy or there would be nothing left. For some reason, since Jenny had come into my life, my own appetite had increased, and I ate with a new enthusiasm. Perhaps Jenny was rubbing off on me. Or, perhaps it was the regular workouts that she was putting me through. I had better eat to keep up my strength, or I would not survive. I also made a mental note to renew my gym membership.

After breakfast, the girls headed into town to do some shopping, while I logged onto my computer to continue my preparations. Emails had to be sent, phone calls made, and orders placed. There was a lot to do, and only a short time to get it done. By the time the girls came back after lunch, I was satisfied with my preparations. Once again, I evaded their questions about what I had been up to, and distracted them by asking how their shopping had gone. They sat me down in the bedroom while they both disappeared into the spare room where Sarah was staying. I could hear much giggling and girlish chatter from behind the closed door. When it finally opened, Jenny came in to show off her new maternity outfits.

First, she modeled one of those form fitting tops so popular with pregnant women these days. It was made of some stretchy material that fit her expanding figure like a glove, showing off her fertile form to perfection. This was paired with matching pants, and some new shoes. Her feet had been hurting, unaccustomed to the added load they now had to carry. After this, they disappeared back into the other room, then came out with Jenny in a new dress, also very form fitting. While not as slinky as the dress she had bought last weekend, this one still had me drooling as it displayed her developing figure. When she noticed the bulge in my pants, she giggled, and her eyes took on that familiar sheen.

Finally, she came out dressed in her last outfit, and I groaned at the sight. She was wearing a floor length night gown, pure white, that hugged her form like a second skin. Her massive breasts were enclosed in lace, with her nipples and areola prominently visible through the fabric. Her body was covered in a slinky, silky white fabric, which clung to her belly, hips and ass, showing every curve and crevasse. From there, it flowed down to the floor, hugging her legs in swirling fabric. The net effect was devastating, and I had a powerful urge to take her into my arms, and bed. I could not wait to feel her body against mine, and wanted to run my hands over her silky form.

Seeing the look in my eyes, Sarah said "Oh, no, not now. If you two go at each other now, I'll be all alone for the evening, and we have other plans." She then shooed Jenny back into her room, giving me a last glimpse of her shapely ass working under that silky fabric.

I had no idea what they had planned, but at this point I was more than content to just go along for the ride. 

When Jenny and Sarah came out, they were dressed casually in jeans and loose shirts. The urged me to dress the same, while they headed downstairs. When I came down, they were loading picnic gear in the Rav, and were ready to go. Jenny got in the driver's seat and Sarah took shotgun, so I climbed in the back. As we headed out, I figured out what they had in mind. We drove part way back towards town, then turned off on a little used trail that wound into the woods. After about a mile, we popped out into a small clearing, with a stream on one side. This was one of the kids favorite places growing up. The stream formed a small pool suitable for swimming, with a small grassy area for picnics to one side.

The girls spread out a blanket on the grass, and, not being ready to eat yet, laid down to enjoy the afternoon. I joined them on the blanket, and Jenny promptly moved in to snuggle. With her head on my shoulder and sheltered by one arm, she signed contentedly. The girls chatted for awhile, mostly girl talk of little consequence, until Sarah moved the conversation to a more serious subject.




Jenny Ch. 02



"It is very obvious that you two are quite happy together. Have you made any plans?" I was near to drifting off, but at that I became fully alert.

Jenny thought for a moment, then said "No, for now I am just happy to be together. I don't know how long this will last, but right now I can't imagine ever being apart. I know our age difference will cause some to criticize, but, honestly, I don't care. All that matters is that I love him, and he loves me."

"Dad, how about you? I can see that you love Jenny, but you are old enough to be her father. Doesn't that bother you at all?" Sarah asked.

Now it was my turn to think for a moment, going over the thoughts that I had considered over the last few days. "Does our age difference concern me? Sure, I would be lying if I said otherwise. Jenny is just starting out in her life, while I am half way through mine. When I am old and decrepit, she will still be young and vital. How could I not be worried about our future?" As I said these words, Jenny's face took on a worried expression as she waited for me to continue. "On the other hand, none of us knows how many days or years we have left. I could live to be 150, or any of us could die tomorrow. What Jenny and I have is very special, a type of love that few couples ever experience. I say, the hell with worrying about the future. Worrying like that destroys relationships. I want to live for today, right now. There will be plenty of time to figure out the future when it gets here. Right now, I am happy, the happiest that I have ever been. That is all that matters, not what some busy body thinks about our relationship."

Sarah smiled, and said "That is what I needed to hear. I just wanted to know what each of you thought about this." Then, as is Sarah's way, she dropped another bomb. "What about the baby?"

Jenny looked at her, then me, and said "I have been thinking about that. No way will I consider an abortion. I just can't do that, not after feeling this new life growing and moving inside me. Adoption might be a possibility." Jenny looked at me to see what my thoughts were.

I, too, had been thinking about this very issue, and how it fit in with my plans. I was not yet ready to reveal my plan to the girls, especially Jenny, but she did deserve an answer.

"Jenny, I am not sure how you will view the child. Will it be a reminder of Jason, and the hurt and misery that he caused you? If that's the case, then you should give up the child to a couple who can love him or her without reservation." I paused to give Jenny time to think about this before proceeding. "Another thought is that you could associate the child with the events that brought us together, rather than what came before. If you can do that, then the child will come into the world loved and accepted. If so, then I would urge you to keep it. I will support you either way. My primary concern is for your happiness." With that, we fell silent, allowing Jenny to consider what had been said. For some minutes, Sarah and I laid back and watched the clouds go by, while Jenny considered her options. At long last, she spoke.

"I had not thought of it quite like that, but you are right in that the baby was in many ways responsible for bringing us together. When I think of it that way, my heart is at peace. It would have been very hard to give up the child, even considering how it came about. Now, I can accept and love the child without conditions. If you will accept both of us into your life, then nothing would make me happier than to keep the child." Jenny now had tears in her eyes again, tears of joy. She hugged me, and gave me a quick kiss. Sarah looked at me with pride in her eyes, then gave Jenny a hug.

"OK, now that the serious matters are settled, let's eat!" said Sarah. "I second and third that motion." said Jenny, and the two set about unpacking our meal. We had the standard fare: Cold sandwiches, potato salad, coleslaw, grapes, and fresh, home baked peanut butter cookies. Jenny drank some fresh squeezed orange juice, while Sarah and I opened a bottle of Zinfandel. Once again, Jenny pouted that we could enjoy a good glass of wine without her, but it was all in jest. We ate heartily, and with Jenny along we didn't have to worry about left overs. As we relaxed after the meal, watching another day fade away, I broached another subject.

"I have been keeping it a secret so far, but have decided to enlist you two for help in a project that I have in the works. I have been planning a party for this Saturday at the house, sort of a coming out for Jenny and I to our friends and family. It would have been difficult to keep it a secret anyway, so I decided that I might as well enlist your help. Besides, you will both want to invite some friends. I have hired a caterer for the event, and already sent out letters and emails to those I wish to invite. How about you two, who would you like to have on hand?"

Jenny and Sarah both laughed, as they had suspected that I was hiding something. Now that they knew, they were excited at the prospect of helping to plan a party. Jenny was especially proud that I would go to all of this trouble and expense on her behalf. We spent the next hour discussing and planning for the event, and both girls came up with a list of who they wanted to be there. Sarah asked about her siblings, and I assured her that both were already planning to attend, and would be arriving that morning. I had already booked rooms at the local hotel for them, as my small house simply did not have room enough for a crowd. Besides, Nathan and Wendy both had significant others who would be coming along. Putting them up in town made more sense than trying to find a place for them at home. Sarah, of course, would stay with us and help with the event.

With dark approaching, we packed up and headed home. This had been a very full day, and we were all tired, especially Jenny. Once home, Jenny begged our forgiveness, and, after hugs and kisses all around, headed up to bed. I assured her that I would be along soon. Sarah and I had had little time alone, and I wanted to catch up with her for a bit.

"How is school going so far?" I started out.

"Oh, it's great! My classes are fairly small, and I have made lots of new friends. I have been considering changing my major, though, from Political Science to Psychology, or maybe a double major in both." she answered.

"Any special friends?" I inquired.

"Well, yes, there is one. I have been trying to figure out a way to talk to you about it, but I would like very much to invite her down for this weekend. Her name is Amanda." She watched my face anxiously to see how I would react to this news.

"Of course invite her. I would love to meet her. She can stay at the house with you, if you like." Her face reflected her surprise at my reaction.

"I was not sure how you would react to me having a girlfriend." she said, watching me closely. "I was wanting to bring it up, but we have been so swept up in other events since I got here that I never had the chance. Are you really OK with this?"

"Sarah, it has not exactly been a secret, has it? You were always surrounded by girls, but never had much interest in boys. I suspect that you and Jenny were more than just friends. There were times when she stayed over that I heard, how should I put it, interesting sounds coming from your room at night. I just figured that when you were ready you would tell me." I said. Then, looking down, I added "Besides, it has not been like I was much of a father these last two years. You have no idea how much that hurts, that I was not there for you." Looking up, into her eyes, I continued "I promise that is over now. From here on, you can count on my support. All I ever wanted is for you to be happy."

Now, Sarah was crying, and came into my arms for a hug. I have had more tears shed on me this past few days than in many years before that. I let her cry it out, soothing her until she stopped. When she pulled back, and dried her eyes, she said "You are the best! I love you so much."

Now that that was settled, I began to talk to her about my real plans for this weekend. Her eyes got big as I explained what I had in mind. She loved the idea, and promised her full support. Parts of this I would not be able to pull off without her, so I welcomed her help in my conspiracy. Once we had the details worked out, we both headed off to bed.

After I undressed and crawled under the covers, I spooned up against Jenny. She snuggled into the embrace, not really waking up, but accepting the familiar contact. As I held her, I thought about the risk I was taking, and how she might react. I said a silent prayer that events would unfold as I planned. Both of our lives now depended on how these next few days transpired. With these thoughts in my head, I held her close and drifted off to sleep.

I awoke in the morning to a surprise. I had a dream that Jenny was riding my cock while holding a baby to her breast, a most unusual and exhilarating dream, and I gradually became aware that something was up. With a start, I came fully awake to find Jenny sucking on my very erect penis, with that special gleam in her eyes. Once she saw that I was awake, she winked at me and pulled my cock out of her mouth.

"I'm sorry that I was a party pooper last night." she said. "Can I make it up to you this morning?" Jenny then laid on her back next to me, raising her leg to give me access from the side. I rolled over on my side facing her, and entered her from that position. This is the most practical and comfortable position for pregnant lovers, supporting her back and keeping my weight off of her belly. It also leaves my hand free to caress her belly and breasts, which I proceeded to do. In short order, she was moaning her pleasure. She took over stimulating her nipples, which was fascinating to watch, not to mention informative, so I moved my hand down to rub her clit. With this added stimulation, she peaked quickly, and I was happy enough to join her. As I spasmed into her, she groaned loud enough to wake the neighbors, assuming we had any.

When we finished, we spent some time cuddling and kissing. I looked into her eyes, studying her expression, and said "I love you, Jenny." Her eyes teared up, and she replied "And I love you, Josh, with all my heart." We kissed lovingly, and held each other for a bit, then headed into the bathroom for our communal shower. This had become a morning ritual, showering together, one that we both thoroughly enjoyed. I was beginning to make plans to expand our bathroom to include a bigger shower.

Once we were clean and dressed, we headed downstairs to find Sarah already up. She grinned at us, and said "My, you two were frisky this morning, but at least you didn't shake the entire house like the other night. Do you always shower together?"

"Well," Jenny said, with a straight face, "we try to do our part to save energy and water. Besides, you should try it sometime. It is great having someone to wash your back."

"Not to mention other parts." I added, bringing giggles form both girls.

"I'll keep that in mind tomorrow morning." Sarah said. "I got hold of Amanda, and she will be here this evening." Her eyes were sparkling as she said this.

"Oh, great, I have been wanting to meet her." Jenny said. "Do you think that there would be room for three in the shower?" Both girls laughed at the look on my face as I imagined that scene. This was going to be a very eventful few days.



Jenny Ch. 02



This story is a re-post of one of my original stories in the Quartet series. I have re-edited it to improve punctuation, grammar and, I hope, readability.

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Jenny awoke at her usual hour of seven that Sunday morning. As she pulled off the covers and swung her leg over this side of the bed, she immediately became aware of soreness in her vaginal cavity. It wasn't acute, but it was noticeable. Her mind went back to the evening before, and her trepidation about Tom's girth. Obviously, it had stretched her in a place she hadn't recently been stretched. 

She hadn't had a lover in over a year, and no man in her past would compare to the thickness of Tom's swollen member. Thankfully, he wasn't any longer than normal, but he was more than ample for her complete satisfaction. She lay back on the bed with her legs dangling over the side and tried to remember the feeling of his gentle and yet powerful lovemaking. It was a new experience and one she hoped to repeat again and again. 

She was grateful she had had little to drink that afternoon and evening. She was driving for one thing, and also, it wasn't her nature. But she remembered with some shame at her verbal outburst when she was exhorting Tom to "fuck" her. She knew the words, but never used them, even in the most private of circumstances. Something inside her had caused her to lose all her inhibitions, and a primitive Jenny McGuire took over. 

Nikki wandered into the kitchen from the family room where she had been watching TV. 

"Did you have your juice and cereal?" Jenny asked.

"Yup." 

"We're having a guest for brunch today." Jenny said casually.

"Who's coming? Do I know them?" Nikki asked, looking questioningly at her mother.

"Mr. Blanton, a friend. I met him at the party yesterday."

"Cool!" Nikki said brightly.

"He builds houses and fixes up old houses," Jenny added.

"Is he going to fix our house?"

"No, he's just coming for brunch. He wanted to meet you after I told him all about you," 

"Cool," Nikki repeated. "Can I play with Marty 'til he gets here?"

"OK, but don't get dirty. Have fun," she called after the quickly moving child as she sped out the back door.

Jenny felt the knot of anxiety in her stomach as she looked up at the clock. Her thoughts were racing. 

"Another hour before he's here. What should I wear? Should I kiss him when he arrives? What would Nikki think? When can I get him in my bed again? God, you've got it bad, girl. Too long without sex, that's the problem. You've forgotten what it's like. That man can make me come better than anyone has ... ever! I could get addicted to that. 

"I've got to watch my language. I was out of control last night. I hope that didn't put him off. It didn't seem to. By any standards though, that was sex to end all sex. The blow job was a last minute desperate decision to keep him longer. Brilliant! We did it all, didn't we? Next time I'll help him when he goes down on me. Oh God, I'm obsessed. Better phone Ingrid and face the music."

Tom paced around his house trying to make the clock move faster. He had slept in past eight, unusual for him. He got up, used the bathroom, and wandered into the kitchen to turn the coffee maker on, only to realize he hadn't set it up the night before. 

"No surprise," he thought as he prepared the machine. 

"What a night that was. An entire sex life compressed into a couple of hours. That was one wild woman when she got between the sheets. Completely out of character from what he expected. When she was having an orgasm, she let you know it! None of this quiet stuff that makes you wonder if they did or didn't. He knew for sure when she was coming. 

"And that blow job was completely unexpected. I didn't think she'd be the type. Just goes to show the old adage that the quiet ones can hide real surprises. I can't wait for the rematch. I'd better start thinking about what I can contribute. She liked the oral sex, but she didn't let me finish. She was too horny. Next time for sure. She made sure I knew there would be a next time, too."

He glanced at the clock for the twentieth time. It was still only nine-oh-five. He wondered if it was too early to call Ingrid and Steve to thank them for the party and apologize for leaving without saying goodnight. Better get my story straight so I don't embarrass myself. He picked up the phone and punched in the old familiar numbers.

"Ingrid? Good Morning, it's Tom. I hope I haven't called too early?"

"Hi Tom! I hope you had a good time yesterday?" 

"Wonderful. I just wanted to apologize for leaving without saying goodnight and without thanking you for inviting us ... I mean me," he stammered.

"Jenny called a few minutes ago. I gather you two hit it off well?"

"Ah ... yes, we did. Ah ... yes, very well."

"Wonderful. Jenny's a great gal. I thought you two would fit well together," Ingrid implied with the emphasis on 'fit'.

"Sorry we missed you when we left."

"Oh don't worry, we weren't upset, just otherwise occupied," she laughed. "I hear you're going over to Jenny's for brunch. Sounds like fun."

"Yes, I'm looking forward to meeting Nikki." 

"I thought it was traditional to meet the parents first?" she needled.

"Very funny! We're just good friends, but she is a lovely lady. I'm glad I got a chance to get to know her."

"Just how much did you get to know?" was the cheeky reply.

"I decline to answer any more questions. I get the distinct impression you had something to do with our being there as singles," Tom suggested.

"Why Tom, whatever gave you that idea?" 

"I'm getting to know you, Ingrid. When I'm around you, I can hear the gears turning," he laughed.

"Thanks for the compliment, Tom. I hope things work out for you two. I think you'd be great for each other," she said seriously.

"When's the wedding?" he shot back sarcastically.

"You laugh now, but we'll see. I don't usually get these things wrong," she boasted.

"OK, I surrender. Thank Steve for me, will you. We ... we had a great time," he said seriously.

"I'm glad. Have fun at Jenny's, and I'll tell Steve you called." 

"Thanks again, bye Ingrid." 

Tom hung up the phone. Lots of innuendo in that conversation, he thought. She thinks she's playing matchmaker. Maybe she is. At this stage, I should be grateful. He glanced at the clock again and saw it was now nine-thirty. 

"I could be a bit early," he said aloud in the empty kitchen. He walked back to the bedroom and looked once again in the mirror. Clean, pressed cotton sport shirt, clean khaki slacks and leather sandals. 'You clean up OK, Tom,' he thought to himself. 

He grabbed his wallet and car keys off the dresser, stuffed a few bills and loose change in his pocket and headed for the door. He got within ten feet when the phone rang. 

"Damn!" he stopped, turning to the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi Tom. How are you?" 

Mother! 

He knew instinctively what this call was about. She couldn't have failed to notice the attention he had been paying to Jenny.

"Fine Mom. Did you have a good time at the party?" he asked politely.

"Oh yes. Your Dad and I really enjoyed being there. They are such nice people," she said sweetly. 

"We waved to you when we left, but I don't think you saw us. You were pretty involved talking to that lovely girl from the furniture store. Did you know we bought our new furniture from her?"

"Jenny McGuire, Mom, and yes I did know. Jenny told me," Tom replied smiling at his mother's not-so-subtle probing.

"Well you certainly would have a hard time doing better than her, young man," she said authoritatively.

"I'm sure you're right, Mom." 

"It's about time you settled down and started a family. I understand Jenny already has a nice little girl." 

She rambled on for a minute or so more about the virtues of family life and how old he was, and when was she going to have grandchildren.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Mom. I only just met her. But if it will cheer you up, I was just on my way out the door to have brunch at her house," Tom said brightly.

"Oh well, then I won't keep you. Have a good time and call me when you're back. I want to hear all about it." 

"OK, Mom. Talk to you later. Say hi to Dad. Bye!" 

Tom hung up, grateful the call was short, but knowing he'd get the third degree when he called her back. He would delay that call for as long as possible. He glanced at his watch and saw that he would now be just on time at Jenny's. 

"Great planning!" he laughed aloud.

Jenny had finished all the preparations for brunch and gone over them at least five times just to make sure. She was clock-watching too. It was just five before ten and Tom had suggested he might be early. Well, not very early it seemed. She realized her nervous knot was still there. 

She looked out the kitchen window to see if Nikki was nearby but couldn't spot her. She was probably in her friend Marty's back yard. If she wasn't back in a few minutes, she would call Gloria and have her shoo Nikki home. 

Jenny couldn't remember the last time she had made a brunch. It was a spur of the moment idea last night to give her a chance to see Tom sooner. Both of them had seemed to go out of their way to find reasons to be together last night and now today. She was excited and nervous and hopeful. She jumped when she heard the front door chimes.

Tom saw Jenny almost running to the front door through the living room window. That's a good sign, he thought. The door opened abruptly and she stood before him, smiling the brightest smile he had seen in a long time. 

"Hi, long time no see," he said lamely.

"Hi. Glad you could come. Come on in," she said haltingly. 

She swung the door shut behind him and stood frozen for a moment. Tom turned and smiled and reached out for her hand. She took it and they quietly came together and kissed. It was a long, slow, soulful kiss with a lot of very good memories attached to it. 

"Then it wasn't just a dream, it really happened," Jenny said looking into his eyes searchingly.

"Oh no, it was no dream, every second was real," Tom said softly. "I don't think I've come down from that high yet." 

Jenny shook her head. "I haven't either. I'm still trying to figure out what happened. Whatever it was, it was wonderful."

"Let's not try and over-analyze it Jenny. We both seem to want to find out what happens next, so let's just 'go with the flow.' By the way, where's Nikki?" 

"She's over playing with a friend. I'll call and have her sent home. All the fixings are ready for brunch. Come to the kitchen, we're pretty informal here." 

Her words were running together and she was almost out of breath.

"Jenny, calm down. You're running at ninety miles an hour," he chuckled. 

"Look, I have a suggestion before Nikki gets here. I don't live far from here, and I have a swimming pool. Why don't you and Nikki come and spend this lovely, warm summer afternoon at my place, and I'll barbecue dinner for you. I'm sure that would be fun for Nikki, and we can spend more time together."

"Oh, that's sounds great Tom. Nikki loves to swim," Jenny agreed enthusiastically.

"Good. Now, what's the rush in getting her back here anyway? We can spend some time together, renewing acquaintances as it were."

"She'll be bound to show up any minute, so we will have to be cautious."

"You were anything but cautious last night Jen. You surprised the hell out of me."

"I'm sorry Tom. I don't know what got into me. That's not the usual me," she apologized.

"Don't apologize, Jenny. It was exciting and I loved your other personality. Very uninhibited," he smiled.

Jenny blushed and lowered her eyes. "I'll be more behaved next time, I promise."

"Next time! Well, that's good news for me. You just made my day. Hell, you just made my year!" he enthused.

"I told you, I don't do one-night-stands. If you're going to be in my bed, then I'm serious. I don't believe in love at first sight, but whatever happened yesterday was like nothing I've ever experienced. I don't know how to handle it, to tell the truth."

Tom smiled and held her shoulders in his big hands. 

"You're rambling again. I feel just like you do. I can't explain it, but something special happened when I met you and I don't want to lose it. I want you in my life, that's all I know." 

With that, he drew her close and their mouths met softly and they kissed for what seemed like a very long time. When they parted, Tom saw a tear trickle down Jenny's cheek but stopped when it reached the big smile on her mouth. He pulled her to him and wrapped his arms round her and held her for a minute.

"Let me call the neighbors and have Nikki sent home," she sniffed, still smiling. She picked up the phone and pushed the speed dial code.

Five minutes later, the back screen door opened and slammed shut as Nikki bounded into the kitchen.

"Nikki, this is Mr. Blanton, my friend," Jenny said sweetly.

"Hi, Mr. Blanton." 

"Hi Nikki, nice to meet you. Your mom has told be a lot about you." 

"Oh yeah, what?" Nikki asked curiously.

"Well, she told me that you are eight years old, and you are in grade three already, and you get good report cards at school. She also told me you help her a lot around the house," Tom continued.

"I do?" Nikki had a quizzical look on her face. 

"Well, she told me you help with the dishes and you look after your own room," Tom replied confidently.

"Oh yeah, that stuff. Mom, when do we eat?"

"Soon, I just have to make the omelets. You go wash up and set the table, OK?"

"OK ... be right back Mr. Blandom." With that she ran to the powder room.

"We'll have to work on that name. Maybe it would be easier if she just called me Tom," he suggested. 

"I'd like her to stick to the Mister if you don't mind. I don't want her to think she can become familiar with just anyone," Jenny said firmly.

"You're the mom," Tom laughed. "Based on what I've seen so far, you're doing all the right things with her. She's a great kid and that's a credit to her mother."

"Thanks. She makes it a lot easier for me being a good kid. I just hope it stays that way."

Jenny finished the food preparation, took the plates out of the oven, and began serving.

"Nikki, come to the table."

The brunch consisted of omelets, fresh fruit, whole wheat toast and preserves. Everyone, including Nikki, seemed to be hungry, and for a few minutes the only sound was the clinking of utensils and Tom's compliments.

Nikki broke the silence. "What were you guys doing in Mom's bedroom last night?"

The clang of Jenny's fork as it hit the plate made all of them jump in surprise. Her hands came to her mouth and her eyes went impossibly wide. Her colour went from white to crimson all in a moment. Her intake of breath was audible. 

Tom looked at her and then turned to Nikki. Nikki was wondering what had happened? What had she done wrong?

Tom found his voice first. "Why, Nikki? What did you hear?" he asked cautiously.

"I heard you making noises and mom was yelling something," Nikki replied, having resumed her eating as if it had been no big deal.

Tom tried to sound casual. "Oh that. Oh well, we were just having some fun. You know, talking and tickling, and stuff like that." 

"Were you trying to make a baby?" she asked, again casually. "My friend Gordon says when his mom and dad are wrestling and tickling in the bedroom, his mom said they were trying to make a baby."

Jenny's face went white and her eyes went wide again. She was speechless. How was she going to get out of this?

Tom answered Nikki again. "No Nikki, we weren't trying to make a baby. We just met each other yesterday and anyway, only moms and dads make babies. We were just having some fun." All this was in a calm and reassuring voice. 

"Are you going to be my new dad Mr. Blandon?" Nikki asked seriously.

Tom continued in a calm, matter-of-fact tone. 

"Well, Nikki, it takes a while for people to get to know each other well enough to decide if they are going to get married. They have to get to know everything about each other so that they know they are the right people for each other. A marriage is supposed to be forever, so it's important to make sure that the mom and dad love each other forever. Does that make sense?"

"I guess so," she replied thoughtfully. "But mom was married to my dad and he went away. That's not forever," Nikki said questioningly.

Jenny finally recovered her composure and voice. "I was very young when your dad and I were married and we didn't know enough about each other at our young age. We made a mistake, that's all."

"I'd like to have a dad someday," Nikki said quietly.

"I'm sure that will happen, Nikki," Tom said confidently. "Your mom is a very nice lady and I'm sure she'll find someone to be your new dad. There is one thing I can promise you, though."

"What's that?"

"If I was going to ask your mother to marry me, I would ask you for your permission too," Tom said in a serious voice.

"You would! How come?"

"You're part of the family too. You have to be happy with a new dad too. It's only fair," Tom said in a straightforward way. 

"I guess so," she said looking over to her mother.

Jenny was desperate to change the subject. 

"Nikki, Mr. Blanton has invited us to his house this afternoon. He has a swimming pool and afterward we can have a barbecue." 

She had tried hard to emphasize the proper pronunciation of Tom's family name.

Nikki brightened immediately. "He has a pool? Cool! When are we going? Soon, mom?" Nikki asked excitedly.

Jenny was relieved at the change of topic and Nikki's enthusiasm for the afternoon. 

"We'll go when Mr. Blanton invites us to."

"How about two o'clock?" Tom suggested.

"Two's fine, thanks," Jenny smiled. "Nikki, why don't you go play with Marty? I'll call you when we are ready to go, OK?"

"OK. See you later Mr. Blanton. I can't wait to go swimming," Nikki enthused.

Tom watched her skip out the back door and heard the screen door slam. Both he and Jenny let out a long held breath and looked at each other. Jenny had returned to her flushed complexion and Tom rolled his eyes and laughed briefly. 

"The expression on your face was priceless," Tom laughed.

"It wasn't funny! I nearly had a heart attack!" she spat, looking at him with a frown. 

"I think that is going to make our relationship a lot more difficult, Tom."

"Don't make too much of it, Jenny. Nikki didn't. She wants you to be happy and so do I. We'll find a way not to disturb her again."

Jenny hadn't lost her frown. "You sound awfully sure of yourself. I wish I felt the same way. I can't let her think her mother doesn't have morals." 

"I don't think she thinks anything of the kind. Don't let this become bigger than it is, Jen. We'll work it out, I promise," Tom said reassuringly.

Jenny looked up at him and smiled for the first time since she had dropped her fork. 

"You have a lot of confidence for a guy that's never had a family, Mr. Blanton."

Tom leaned forward and looked directly into Jenny's eyes. 

"Kids aren't much different from adults when it comes to the facts of life. I may have skirted the truth a bit about what was going on in your bedroom, but if you give them straight answers and don't try and con them, they seem to handle it pretty well." 

"And just where does all this wisdom come from?" she asked boldly.

"I just remember how mom and dad brought Vinnie and me up. No B.S., just straight talk. I didn't turn out too badly warped, did I?" he asked with a grin.

"I hope you're right, Tom. I really do. By the way, when did you decide it was OK to call me Jen?" she said semi-seriously.

"Gee, it just seemed to pop out. It seemed natural. Sorry, if it bothers you I won't do it again," he said apologetically.




Jenny Ch. 02



"No, it's OK ... it's just that my folks and my best friend at school called me Jen. I hadn't heard it for a while." 

"Kind of like that 'Tommy' I heard a couple of times last night," he smirked. 

"My folks used to call me that when I was a kid. I don't mind it in certain circumstances," he added slyly.

Jenny blushed a deep red for the third time that morning and said nothing. She stood and began gathering up the plates. As she got to Tom, she leaned over and briefly kissed him on the forehead.

They did the dishes and put the plates, glasses, and utensils away. Jenny poured Tom another coffee and they walked out the back door to the small deck and sat in the shade on a warm Sunday morning. 

"I should be in church, confessing my sins," Jenny chuckled.

"Oh, what would you like to confess? I'm all ears!" 

"I was a naughty girl last night. I let my alter ego take over and run amok."

Tom looked at her with a wrinkled smiled. 

"Yeah, I can see that would worry your conscience. But Tommy has to take some of the blame too. I was there, remember," he laughed.

"I remember very clearly ... Tommy!" 

Jenny looked over at him and reached for his hand. 

"I need to pick out a suitable swim suit for this afternoon. I'd like your opinion on my choice." 

She stood and led him back into the house and back to her bedroom. The bed was made with a thick floral comforter dressing it. Daylight brightened the room through the high, awning windows, and yet afforded privacy from the outside. 

Jenny opened a drawer and pulled out three, two piece suits and a one piece. She laid them out on the bed and turned to Tom. "Well, which one do you like?" she asked, smirking.

Tom caught the inference and answered with. "It's hard to tell. Why don't you model them for me?" 

"What a surprise. You just want me naked again. You don't care which one I wear do you?" she stated with arched eyebrow. 

"I'm sure I'll like the one that comes off the easiest," Tom leered.

"Well that's going to present a problem with Nikki being there, isn't it?" 

"I was just thinking of this modeling session actually." 

He reached for her and began kissing her. 

Jenny glanced at the door and Tom turned and closed it. He heard the chimes on the hallway clock announce noon as he began to undress her, kissing her as he exposed more of her lovely body.

"Wait, let me get rid of the comforter," Jenny interrupted. Tom watched her gather the bed covering as he began to remove his clothes.

The lovemaking was quiet and slow and languid, the total opposite of the fire and urgency of last night. They rolled over and back again, joined together, their hands exploring each other in slow, gentle strokes. 

Jenny's orgasm came just before Tom's and afterward they lay quietly in each other's arms. It was everything that last night was not. It spoke of tenderness and caring and the beginnings of love. There were no surprises except that each recognized how strongly they felt about the other. 

"I guess this is just another thing we have to confess, Jen," Tom said quietly.

"They say confession is good for the soul. I think making love is good for the soul ... and a lot of other body parts," Jenny giggled.

"I was worried you might be sore ... too sore today," Tom said

"I am a bit, but it's the kind of soreness that's easy to live with. I plan to get used to it," she said, running her fingertips over his jaw.

She rolled over a looked at the clock. It read a quarter-to-one. 

"I suppose you still want me to model my swim suits?" she asked.

"Only if you want to. I think they all will look lovely on you. Anything does."

Jenny pushed herself up and reached for an aquamarine bikini draped across the dressing chair. She slipped on the bottoms and then the top. She stood and turned to look at Tom, still lying on the bed but watching her intently. She put a hand on one hip and struck a runway model pose. 

"You like?" she asked. The bikini was modest by some standards, but didn't fail to complement her trim body and lovely long legs.

"Oh yeah! I like. That colour suits you. You don't need to try on the others, but, if you insist ...," he responded.

Jenny crawled on the bed and kissed Tom playfully. 

"You'd tell me that if I was wearing a burlap sack, wouldn't you!" she accused. 

"Probably," he snickered.

Jenny walked into her closet and pulled out a thigh length pool wrap in the same material. 

"OK then, this is what I'll wear." 

She pulled her shorts on up over her bikini bottom and removed the bikini top. She selected and bright yellow tank top and pulled it on without bothering with a bra. She leaned over Tom and wiggled her breasts over his face. "I may not be big, but I'm wiry, mister." 

Tom reached for her breasts and squeezed them gently. He ran his thumbs over her nipples and felt them harden.

"I think they are perfect. Not too big, not too small. Just right," he said smiling. 

"I hope you have privacy in your back yard. I wasn't planning on wear a bra, just the bikini top for swimming and the t-shirt for afterward." she stated.

"You'll be fine, no nosy neighbors. I gather Nikki is used to it as well?" he asked 

"She's a little young to understand, but we are used to seeing each other naked and I answer all her questions," she said seriously. 

"Maybe that's the approach you need to use with our relationship as well," Tom suggested.

"I'm sure you're right, but I was caught off-guard this morning and couldn't seem to get my thoughts together. Thank god you were there to bail me out."

"Well, if we're going to be seeing each other regularly, then I guess the subject is going come up sooner rather than later. We might as well plan for it." 

"I guess so," she answered absently. "Yes, of course, I'm sure you're right," she stated more positively.

Tom left Jenny at her house to run down to the Village and pick up a couple of things for the barbecue. They agreed to meet at his house at two. At five past two, Jenny turned her car into Tom's driveway and parked behind his truck. Nikki was out of the car before the engine had been turned off and was about to ring Tom's doorbell when he opened the door.

"Hi Nikki, did you bring your swimsuit?"

"Yup, and my towel, and my floater. Where's the pool?" 

"It's around the back, but you'd better wait for your mom and me. I have a rule that no one is allowed by the pool if there isn't someone else there," Tom said.

"What happens when you are here all alone?" Nikki asked. 

Tom looked at her and smiled. "No escaping this logic," he thought. 

"Well, I'm an adult and I can touch the bottom in most parts of the pool and I can swim, so I break the rule when I'm here alone."

Jenny walked through the front door carrying a stylish canvas carryall containing her and Nikki's clothes and accessories. She gave Tom a quick kiss, which Nikki watched with interest.

"Welcome to my home," Tom announced. "Let me give you the grand tour." 

Tom was proud of his renovated home. Originally built in 1952 as a simple bungalow with a basement, he had spent a lot of time and money modernizing it into a contemporary two bedroom open plan. The basement was finished with a third bedroom, office, workshop, bathroom, and access to the garage. 

The lot sloped toward the front, allowing a single car garage under the master bedroom. The garage contained Tom's pride and joy, a dark red, 1961 Jaguar saloon car, almost completely restored to showroom-new condition. 

On the main floor, a spectacular kitchen connected to an open dining area. A wide archway opened into the new great room. Jenny regarded the furnishings and recognized the items from her store. He either had a good eye, or had good advice which he had listened to. The effect was terrific. It had comfort and style and colour. It wasn't a "bachelor pad", it was a contemporary home. 

The dining room was tastefully furnished as was the entrance foyer. Tom led them to the back of the house to see the second bedroom, the main bathroom and finally the master bedroom. 

Jenny took particular interest in the latter room, noting its sizable area, a queen-sized bed, the modest, but complete en-suite, the large walk-in closet, and again, the tasteful furnishings. She tried to imagine herself in the bed before her. She was smiling as she thought about what would probably come to pass.

Tom saw the look on Jenny's face and grinned in recognition. 

"Save the best for last," he thought. 

"That's it, except for the basement. We can do that later. I'm sure Nikki would love to go for a swim. You can use the other bedroom to change, Nikki."

"Yeay!" She bounded down the hall into the bedroom, pushing the door only partway closed behind her.

"Can I get you something Jenny?" Tom asked. "How about iced tea?"

"That would be fine, thanks."

She followed him to the kitchen while he poured two glasses and added some ice. They proceeded through the French doors onto the patio that surrounded the pool. Tom had built a wide cedar deck around one end and ran down the house side of the pool. A sunken whirlpool was tucked into a corner behind a cedar louvered screen, hidden it from the neighbors view, as was the entire pool and deck area.

"This is beautiful, Tom. Thank you for the invitation." 

"Why thank me? You invited me into your home. After last night and today, I thought it was my turn to bring you into my home. Judging by the smile on your face, you were imagining what the bedroom would be like, weren't you?"

"Guilty as charged," she smiled. "I learned some men can be very defensive about their 'territory,' and were more comfortable in mine. I'm glad you don't suffer from that," she added seriously.

Nikki bounded out the door with her towel and inflatable ring. "Mom, can you blow this up for me please?"

"Here, Nikki, I'll do that," Tom volunteered. 

Tom took only a minute or so to inflate the ring and handed it to the young girl. She thanked him and rushed off to the shallow end of the pool, slowly wading into the water.

"Hey, it's really warm. Neat!" 

She bent down and splashed water on herself and then jumped from the bottom step into the water.

Tom and Jenny sat in chairs beside the pool with a small table between them. 

"Back to work tomorrow?" Tom asked.

"Yes and Nikki back to Audra's," Jenny replied, smiling. "I have to try and restore some kind of normal life for us," she laughed, keeping an eye on Nikki in the pool.

"Where do you want us to go from here?" he asked.

Jenny paused, a serious look on her face as she looked at him. "I don't know. I want to see you. I want to be with you. Too much has happened in the past day to just dismiss it as a fling. I thought you felt the same. Are you changing your mind?" 

She looked worried.

Tom squeezed her hand and tried to reassure her. 

"No, No, of course not! I asked because I didn't want to put too much pressure on you. I'd be happy if you and Nikki moved in here this afternoon. I know that's not realistic this soon. But make no mistake, I've fallen for you Jenny. I'm confused as I'm sure you are. We're two mature adults and we know that these things don't happen ... except ... in our case, it did."

A look of relief crossed Jenny's face. "I thought you might be having second thoughts." 

She looked over to Nikki to watch her frolicking in the water. 

"I guess we're all too cynical these days. We laugh at ideas like love at first sight and when it happens, we try and find excuses for it. We're afraid to just let it happen," she sighed.

Tom turned away to watch Nikki and smiled. 

"Everything is going to be fine. We just needed to work out how and when we were going to be together." 

He turned back to Jenny and squeezed her hand again, his smile still there. 

Jenny turned to say something to Tom when he virtually flew out of his chair and jumped into the pool. He quickly got to Nikki's side and picked her up and put her on the pool's edge. Nikki was spluttering and trying to catch her breath. Her eyes were closed and her arms were flailing away in the air.

"It's OK, Nikki. You're OK now," Tom said reassuringly. 

Nikki continued to hyper-ventilate while Tom held her and talked soothingly to her. Jenny jumped from her chair and rushed to her side.

"Nikki! Nikki! What happened?" she cried.

Gradually Nikki began to calm down and tears and sobs replaced the desperate breaths.

"Her floater got away from her and when she tried to retrieve it, she lost touch with the bottom. My fault! I should have strung a rope in the shallow end to stop her from going too far. I'll do that now," Tom offered apologetically.



Jenny Ch. 02



"I can't wait to see you either, Tommy. It's been too damn long. I wish I didn't have a ten page paper due tomorrow, and three tests after that."

Jenny was talking to me via the Internet, the Sunday before Finals week. It was 10:00 PM, and I was trying to get ready for my tests when she called me. The sight of her lovely, crinkly blond hair got my attention, and she looked happy to see me as well. She was wearing her favorite pink bathrobe, and I could tell by the rustling in the background her roommate was fiddling with something. "We'll have Friday night, Jen. Mom says she has something special in mind when you come over to trim the tree."

"Is your dad going to be there?"

"Nope, he's got to visit Grandma, some legal shit. Mom can't stand her. Dad and I have to see her separately over the holidays."

"Aren't you going to see your dear, old, sweet granny too?" Her voice rose to a raspy, high shriek as she imitated an old women.

"No, I want to 69 with my girlfriend that night."

She looked around anxiously and gave me a dark look out of the corner of her eye. After a few anxious moments, she got her phone and sent a text to someone. Two seconds later, my cell buzzed with the message, "Careful stupid we aren't alone."

I gave an apologetic look and she settled down. "Have you done your Christmas shopping yet?" I asked.

"Some of it. Still got a couple of friends to go. You know what you're getting, so don't say anything."

Still shooting glances across the room, she gave me a quick smile before getting serious again. "You?"

"Oh, I'm pretty much done. UPS is bringing it."

There was a rustle on the other end, and Jenny's roommate Doris' voice came across the room, "You want a pizza, Jen? Just gonna see if anybody else on the floor is up for it."

"Sure," Jenny replied.

"K" and with a slam of the door, we were alone.

"Oh, I can't wait to..." I started.

"Slow down, honey, I know, I know. She'll be back anytime. Here's something to tide you over." She opened her robe and slid it down her shoulders, pulling the front open, then moved the laptop screen down to reveal her perfect tear drop breasts. The nipples were standing up hard, luscious and lickable. I started salivating immediately. "They're waiting for you, like my dripping clit. I'm hungry for you, baby. Can't wait to get your man meat..."

Before I could reply, she closed her robe up again just before her roomie returned. "I'm gonna send the order in, Jenny. Plain cheese again?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Should be here soon." 

I waited until Doris was occupied again, and said, "Gotta go, Jenny. See you Friday night. Mom's cooking, and dessert will be special." She giggled. "Love ya, babe."

"Love you, babe." She puckered up to blow me a kiss, sneaking her tongue out for a lick around her lips, before closing the browser window.

There were some light clinks of sleet hitting the windows, so I wondered if we'd have class the next day. Then I remembered: shit, it's Finals. They'll have them even if the world is ending.

Before I could get down to work, my Mother waltzed in through the door carrying a tray. The smell was delicious: she'd baked my favorite peanut butter chocolate chip cookies, and brought up a huge plate with a big glass of milk. "How's Jenny?" she said, "Is she going to make it through Finals all right?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Good. I bet that got you nice and hard, didn't it? Let Mommy see." It didn't surprise me she was wearing nothing but a white apron around her waist. Ever since Fall break when she tutored Jenny on the art of oral sex, she usually went around the house naked. She told me she did that all the time until I was three, and only started wearing clothes around the house because she and Dad thought it would warp my development. Dad and I usually wore clothes. 

I swiveled in my office chair to face her and she smiled to see the bulge in my pants. "Well, what a good boyfriend you are! Jenny will be happy to see him when she comes home. But Momma's little boy shouldn't wait a whole week with this frustration. Let Momma take care of it for you."

Dad must in bed already, and by the look in Mom's eye, they probably screwed each other silly before he went to sleep. Mom only slept about 4 hours a night, and was always doing something. She took it upon herself to do me twice a week, saying it was healthy now that I was sexually active. Normally, she'd suck my cock first thing in the morning before I went to class, coming in like clockwork on Monday and Wednesday mornings. It was nice to wake up with her wonderful lips on my organ. I think she was spying on me, and knew I'd be turned on after talking to Jenny. She did that a lot, too.

Setting the tray down beside me, she pulled a hair band from her wrist and tied her red hair back in a ponytail. Usually she cut it short for the summer and let it grow when the leaves started to turn. It was glossy and luxurious, not quite as much as Jenny's wonderful mane, but nice. Her skin was Irish white with freckles all over; her bright blue eye were shining with hunger. Kneeling in front of me, she fished my dick out of my sweat pants and licked the head, blinking her blues at me. "Mommy's already taken care of Daddy, he's sleeping like a baby. Need to keep my little man happy, too. Eat your cookies before they get cold."

It was rather unusual, I never heard of anybody getting sucked while eating cookies before. It was damn wonderful, I'll tell you that, letting the warm, gooey goodness melt in my mouth while my dick was getting rock hard in hers. Her tongue knew every tickling spot on my shaft and balls. I watched her every step of the way, and she put on a show for me. She was a master: this time she kept me going and didn't take me over the edge until I'd finished my snack before letting me shoot my load in her hungry mouth. Damn, I'd have to make sure she gave Jenny her recipe sometime.

Mom kissed my balls goodnight before standing up and taking the tray. "Don't stay up too late studying, Tommy. You need your rest if you're going to do well on those tests."

"Yes, Mom. 'Night Mom."

She gave me a peck on the forehead, " 'Night, Tommy. Sweet dreams." I watched her leave, savoring every freckle and watching her ass twitch as she went through the door. Hell, she even gave me a wiggle before disappearing.

I survived my week's finals, and Jenny did, too. It seemed like forever from when I woke up on Friday until I picked her up at the train station around dinnertime. Dad was my outbound passenger, and as we got out of the car, he turned to me with a strange look on his face, "Son, your mother and I have a very healthy relationship. You probably know this, but I'm aware of her morning visits to your room and what she's doing. She's got a special request for you tonight, and I'd like you to consider doing it seriously. It's OK for you to do what she wants you to do in my book. She's been so excited for Jenny to get home, she's barely able to contain herself."

"What does she want me to do?" I asked. Damn, I was worried.

"She wants to tell you and Jenny herself when she's ready. I think she's already talked with Jenny about it."

"Damn, do women always do shit like this: make plans and not tell us?"

He smiled and shook his head. "Get used to it, son. Just hope that in future it's always a good surprise. Remember me, I've got to talk your grandmother into signing some stuff she doesn't want to sign. See you, Sunday."

"Dad," I said as he started to get on the train. "Should I be worried?"

He smiled and shook his head no. Right after he disappeared into one car, Jenny bounded down the steps from the next one back, laden with three suitcases and a couple of bags. They all went to the pavement as she jumped into my arms and gave me a kiss that took my breath away. She wore a winter coat with a long, Dr. Who scarf, and fuzzy earmuffs that let her lovely hair stream out behind her. "Miss me?" she said after letting go of my lips.

"Da. Let me get your bags." I took the suitcases as she collected no fewer that four bags and we started back to the house. "I want to pull over and make out with you before I get you home."

"Nope," she said coyly, a twinkle in her eye. "We go straight to my house and we aren't staying even though my folks are out of town for the weekend. We drop the bags off and go straight to your house. You'll be glad we did." No threat. promise or playing with her panties one handed in the car could change her mind, so we whisked through our stop to unload and headed straight home.

Great smells came out of the kitchen, and Mom had a wonderful soup for us with crusty bread. She was dressed (thank God!) festively in a short red dress with a green sash around the waist and black heels. A red hat with elf ears sat on her head. Jenny was wearing a similar outfit under her coat, putting on a hat similar to Mom's, and I started fearing for my life. Mom had left me alone all week after the milk and cookies blowjob, so they were expecting me to produce. Or tease the shit out of me, or both.

After dinner, we went into the living room, lit only by the Christmas tree and a couple of candles on the fireplace, and Mom brought out a red bag. "Tommy, there's something else I'd like to try tonight, something I've always enjoyed that you've never known about. I know you've seen it on the Internet. I'm into bondage."

I looked at Jenny, who gave me a knowing look. Mom started unloading her toys and continued. "I like being tied up, restrained just about any way there is. The night you were conceived your father tied my wrists and ankles to the bedposts."

"Crap. I didn't want to know that."

Mom continued as nothing were strange. "I thought it would be fun for you to restrain me and let me watch you and Jenny make out. I've seen it before, and Jenny's agreed. The only thing I want you to do is tickle me when you're done; I absolutely adore being tickled when I'm tied up, especially my swollen tits."

"Where do you want to be tied up?" Jenny asked.

"Surprise me," Mom answered.

We'd just put up the Christmas tree the night before, and there was a little room beside it. I got a stool from the bar and put it next to the tree. "We can do it here, with you sitting up. Maybe we could wrap a little tinsel around you, a strand of lights, an ornament or two? Like a second Christmas tree."

Mom's eyes lit up. "That's my boy, I love it! You can cuff my hands behind my back; I can take it longer there. I'll be your second Christmas tree. You want to get started?"

"Can we tie you up naked?"

She out of her dress in a flash, but I made her keep the hat. There was a long green rope in the bag, and she instructed us in how to bind her hands and tie her legs to the barstool. The last of the rope went around her tits, and she wanted them tied tight. We kept the heels. Jenny absolutely giggled like a maniac as she wrapped a couple strands of tinsel around my mother, and I followed with a spare string of lights, which I wrapped around her boobs. There was a ball gag in the bag as well, and which went into her mouth.

"Will the lights get too hot on her skin?" Jenny asked.

"No, these are energy savers, LEDs. Mom had us wear them for the family Christmas picture last year, and made us sit through a 45 minute session before she got the pose she wanted."

Jenny and I were under the mistletoe hung from the center ceiling fan, and I treated her to a long French kiss. On a whim, I started kneading her ass, and she ground into my body in acceptance. A look over at Mom showed she was enjoying it. I pulled the bottom of her dress up, and noticed she was wearing green panties. My hands went inside, and Jenny's tongue went all the way in my mouth. Her thigh was rubbing up against my balls and my cock got hard.

We broke and I spun her around to unzip her dress. Her bra was green as well. My hands shot up and under to cup her breasts and she leaned back against me, putting her hands on my head and turning to kiss my jaw. The strand of lights around Mom's tits started blinking. I got tired of this and pulled the bra up to get my paws on Jenny's titflesh, two scoops of deliciousness. Her nipples hardened and I started squeezing them. Her hand reached around and started massaging my package through my pants.

The clasp was undone, and I threw it at Mom when it came off. The bra landed on her left shoulder, and a little of her saliva was dripping down on her legs. Jenny spun around and knelt, pulling my pants and shorts down in one movement, my cock springing to attention as it was exposed. "I envy you, Mrs. Strickland. You've gotten to savor this nice cock for a couple of months now, while I only got to dream about it. Dream about its taste, its rubbery feel in my mouth, its slickness in the palm of my hand." She started to stroke it, and Mom moaned a little. Jenny smiled exposing her braces, "I'm gonna make him cum on my braces. You wanna see that?"

"Mmm, mmm!"

Jenny started licking the shaft, putting on a good show, then moved down to work on my balls. It was like a dare: sticking your nuts in a mousetrap and pulling them out before it snapped shut on you. She gave me a little teeth before sucking the head into her mouth and running her tongue all over the corona. "Damn, that girl is good! Thanks for teaching her so well, Mom."

"Hmm, mmm-mmm!" By the look in Mom's eyes, she was getting into it as well. She had a little room to rub her thighs against each other, and her lower lips were damp.

"Oh hell, she's sucking me all the way in. I don't know if I can take it." My hands went to Jenny's head, where I buried them in her luxurious tresses. My pelvis started thrusting and she let me fuck her face. I knew Mom would want to see me shoot my load on her lips, so just before I climaxed, I pulled out. Jenny pumped me hard, taking everything I gave her, smearing the semen on her lips, getting it on her braces. Mom was going nuts, shaking on her stool. My girlfriend pumped me dry, licking the last drops off like an ice cream cone, and moving over to show her the goo up close. 

It was Jenny's turn. She sat on a foot stool, lit by warm candles on one side and flashing Christmas lights on the other, her legs parted and her goodness moist at the promise of my arrival. I started kissing her thighs right away, my hands reaching up to squeeze her breasts as she liked, playing with her slit but not committing to it right away. Mom moaned in the corner: envious, I guess. I circled in, and soon my tongue was inside my lady love, making her squirm. I could tell she was getting ready to peak, so I slowed down a little. "Let's sixty-nine," I said. "I bet Mom wants to see that." 

"Huh huh huh huh hmm, mmm-mmm!" I was getting hard again, and I pulled off my clothes to settle naked on the rug, my cock standing straight up in the air. Jenny climbed on top, her knees next to my ears, and soon her lovely mouth captured my stiff pecker again. She played with my balls as she sucked, and as she got closer her cocksucking got more intense. From the sounds in the corner, Mom was going through something extraordinary, too, and I thought I heard her hit the high note of an orgasm.

"She's really getting off on this," Jenny said, coming up for air. I replied by attacking her clit and she let out a yip of delight before sucking me in again. It wasn't long before we both orgasmed, her flood arriving just before mine. 

After breathing a bit, I took the gag out of Mom's mouth. "That was wonderful children, simply wonderful. You're going to have a long, happy life together if you want it."

"Is there anything we can do for you, Mrs. Strickland? You into anything in particular when you're tied up?"

"Just take the feather out of the bag and tickle me with it. You'll also find a dildo: when I ask for it, shove it in all the way and pump it until I come."

I took the feather and looked at Mom. Her tits were turning a very light red, but when I rubbed the end of the feather across her nipple, she let out a little yelp. Going all over very lightly, I had her shuddering and quivering enough I was afraid she'd fall off the stool. Jenny undid some of the ropes, and we led her over to the couch to sit down, her hands and boobs still bound. I kept teasing her tits and she went nuts, thrashing and rolling around, but I knew she didn't want me to let up. Her legs parted, and I could see she was extremely wet. Jenny handed me the dildo and I thrust it in: it was ten inches long and very thick, but it went in easily. Fifteen seconds of thrusting and she hit the high note on her orgasm scale.

We untied her and she laid down flat on the couch, breathing heavily and sweating. I laid down on the floor and Jenny came into my arms: I made a pocket for her to use my left shoulder as a pillow while I tickled her left nipple with the feather. Her hair smelled wonderful, and even after two shots my pecker stirred with interest. "You need to rest, Tommy," Mom said. "We've got all weekend."

"Merry Christmas, Jenny. Merry Christmas, Mom."



Jenny Ch. 03



(Please read Jenny Chapter One & Two first)

We both had left Mr. Clarke’s office very quickly yesterday afternoon after my second session of debauchery in two days. In fact I had left so quickly that until I got back into my office I had not realised that I had misplaced my knickers, and I was not going back to ask for them. Not thinking anything more of it until I was opening the package on my desk.

Strictly Private & Confidential was written in bold capital letters across the front of the A4 brown ‘Manila’ envelope. Sliding the contents out I was confronted with my knickers in a clear plastic bag. I was initially puzzled as I could see they were damp and sticking to the bag, on opening the bag an unmistakable aroma reached my nostrils. Semen! My underwear was splattered with traces of semen!

My phone rang still holding the package I answered with my free hand.

“Jenny Payne speaking” my standard answer as I puzzled at the state of my underwear and the sperm that was saturating the material.

“Clarke here………” I was not given the chance to react. 

“Meetings cancelled for this afternoon I’m changing it to 5.00 p.m. tomorrow…tell Booth” he was about to hang up.

“….Ah yes I nearly forgot. Did you find your package?” I could here him smiling.

I was silent as I mused on a possible response.

“Well?” he barked.

“Yes……Yes sir I have just opened my envelope”

“And what have you found Miss Payne?” he obviously knew but wanted to here me tell him.

“My underwear.”

“And……….” He wanted to here more.

“They are in a plastic bag, thank you for returning them to me...” I was trying to avoid telling him the obvious.

“Good………” he paused obviously wondering whether he should push for a more accurate description.

“………..I took them home with me last night and while recalling to my wife our meeting with Miss. Booth both she and I got a little carried away….I’m sure you don’t mind!” I didn’t reply.

“Mrs. Clarke tells me that your personal fragrance is very sweet……. Which I must say I am inclined to agree with……..” He paused again, but I still remained silent.

“I love the feel of silk against my skin……Shall I tell you what she did?”

“Miss. Payne…….?” He prompted me.

“Yes sir” 

“…..after we had both taken in your fragrance she wrapped your silky knickers around my very hard swelling erection and slowly brought me to a climax, she then wiped me clean with them… most gratifying I must say. We both thought it would be good to let you share the result……….”

“Thank you” was the only thing I could think to say.

The phone went dead as he hung up and I sat there in stunned silence.

I muttered to myself as I sat with my head in my hands. 

“He had had a hand job with my knickers wrapped around his cock!” 

I wasn’t sure if I was more angry than embarrassed.

I rammed the package into the top draw of my desk.

“That’s sick….how could he…..how could they do that…. That’s perverted.” 

As the morning went on I found myself getting use to the idea of what had happened and even found myself trying to picture the scene. 

Mr. Clarke telling his wife what had happened; holding and playing with my underwear, smelling my knickers and sharing my sexual aroma and scent. Initially it had made me feel unclean and used, but then after a while strangely aroused.

The more I pondered on the scenario the more excitement I felt. The very thought of Mr. and Mrs. Clarke being sexual aroused because of me, with him finally cuming over my knickers with Mrs. Clarke’s assistance. I found myself wishing I had been there to watch. The excitement grew to the point I kept taking the bag from the draw and opening it, lifting it to my nose and drawing in the salty aroma.

I was so sexually aroused that I was running my hand up and down my inner thigh under my skirt and letting my fingers massage and caresses myself through the gusset of my knickers.

My fingers continued there journey and slipped past the lace barrier and were soon delving between my very moist lips.

“Ooohhhhhhh…….that feels very good” I moaned quietly to myself “How does he do that to me”, he seems to have the ability to arouse me at will and cause me to have sexual yearnings and desires that I have never experienced in the past.

My fingers were now saturated with my own juices as I continued to pleasure myself, I felt so sexy in my black lace underwear and stockings that I worn to impress Mr. Clarke. As my thumb tweaked my clitoris I could feel my dampness coating my pubic hairs and I could smell my aroma in the air. 

My phone rang and I was instantly transported back too reality, feeling very flustered I quickly re-arranged my clothing and picked up the phone. 

“Jenny Payne speaking” 

“Hi Anita here”

“Oh…umm ...Hi” sounding completely out of sorts.

She paused “Are you ok?”

“Oh….Ummmmh….yes I was just elsewhere………in mind I mean……. Sorry….with you now” I must have sounded like a babbling idiot.

“Oh by the way” I continued as regained my composure “Mr. Clarke has cancelled the meeting at 3 until tomorrow at 5, he asked me to tell you.”

The conversation was disjointed but we managed to arrange for her to come to my office for coffee at three.

After initially feeling very awkward with each other we shared our embarrassment and finally admit to each other our excitement concerning the previous afternoon’s events. She had also received a package from Mr. Clarke but hers had something very different enclosed.

We swapped envelopes. I peered in as I opened hers. Inside was a pink and white cardboard box about 10” long, with word “Rabbit” printed on the side. As pulled the box from the envelope I flushed as I realised that it was a vibrator.

“I’ve never seen anything like this before” holding the box up and looking towards Anita.

She blushed furiously as she admitted “… I have.” This was making her feel uncomfortable admitting that she had seen or even used a vibrator. “……they are very good!”

“You’ve used this already?” I looked a little surprised.

“No!” she sat forward sounding indignant. “No! Not that one, but one very similar”

“Oh I see”. 

“Look at what you have!” holding up my knickers in there plastic bag. “How did they get like this?” I relayed the account that Mr. Clarke had given.

Taking her ‘Rabbit’ from the box and examining the lilac shaft more closely I read out the description on the box.

“Rampant Rabbit Deluxe” I raised my eyebrows and smiled as I read. 

“Super soft six and a half inch lilac jelly PVC with adjustable slide control on the clitoral stimulation and main shaft.” I continued as I giggled like a school girl.

“Metal balls in the central shaft give increased sensation and stimulation” 

“Oh what’s this” a type written card had slipped out of the box, I picked it up from my desk and read it out loud.

“Miss Booth you will find this very useful at our next meeting so bring it with you, and in the mean time feel free to practice……….Mr. Clarke” I tittered out loud.

“What is he like? Are you going to practice?” Looking directly at Anita 

“Yes” she admitted shyly as she went very red.

My fingers played around with the switch on the ‘Rabbit’s’ base and it made me jump as it sprang into life, pulsating, vibrating and wriggling in my hand.

“Wow………” I exclaimed “it certainly feels very good and this little bit here………” playing with the clitoral stimulator” looks very……….. ingenious”.

“Try it!” Anita looked embarrassed at her own suggestion as she wriggled uncomfortably in her seat the other side of my desk, “….why not try it?”

“I’ll borrow it this evening if I may and bring it back in the morning”. Not realizing what she had in mind.

“No…….” biting her bottom lip. “Try it now……”

“Right now?” unshaw I was hearing what she was suggesting.

“Yes right now” she stood and walked to the door clicking the latch so no one could enter. Walking back she shut my blinds and then perched on the corner of my side of the desk. 

“Yes now!” I pondered for a moment, still feeling unfulfilled from earlier I was easy.

“Ok I Will!” I smiled as pushed my chair back I stood up turned to my right with my back to Anita. 

“Get my zip please“looking over my shoulder.

She reached forward and obliged by unclasping my skirt and gently unzipping it. I was sure her hands lingered on my buttock but I said nothing, gently tugging at my hips she pulled my skirt to the floor revealing my black stockings, suspenders and knickers. I swung round and pulled my knickers down to my ankles I slipped one foot out and sat back down in my chair.

“Lovely……..” Anita mumbled as she watched with keen interest. 

My pussy was already very moist and I was very receptive as the tip of the Rabbit entered me, I then switched it on.

“Oh my god!” I exclaimed as suddenly my whole universe was centered on my haven. “It is very good……………” I could hardly get the words out as I pushed the whole six and half inches home.

“Oh my god!” the clitoral stimulator hit its target.

“It is very good” Anita replied as she moved from the edge of the desk and knelt in front of my open legs. She reached forward and slowly released my blouse buttons, allowing her to massage my full breasts in there black lace bra.

“Ahhhhhhhhh…..yes……………..ooohhhhhhh yes” was my only response to her fingers tweaking my erect nipples and massaging my globes.

She whispered as I continued to maneuver the Rabbit and she continued the assault on my chest.

“See Jenny I knew you would like my little toy” I could hear her smiling “ummmmh lovely…………….. I want to here you cum”

That statement just pushed me nearer and nearer to the point of orgasm, as my universe continued to decrease in size and all that mattered was the pleasure I was feeling. 

She placed one hand on my right thigh and the other on my hand as it controlled our ‘Toy’.

“Let me take over” as she encouraged me to loosen my grip and let her have her way. My hands fell to my thighs and I used them to open my legs still wider.

My moaning was starting to build in volume as she varied both the pulsating speed and the angle of attack.

“My god this is very good…………Oh yes………ummmmmmmmmmhhhhhh…….oh my god” I persuaded her to continue “Lovely…oh please……ummmmh”. 

“Jenny” she was trying to get my attention. “Jenny look at me I something to tell you”

I lifted my head and opened my eyes.

“Whattttt……?” I was struggling under the circumstances to get the words out.

“Mr. Clarke didn’t send me the ‘Rabbit’…….. Its mine!”

“Yours?” I looked puzzled “you mean you planned this………………”

“Oh yes and not alone either I had Mr. Clarke’s help” holding up my soiled knickers in her spare hand.

“What he didn’t tell you that his wife was wearing these at the start of last evening that we spent together; by ‘we’ I mean Mr. & Mrs. Clarke and I. And I she was wearing these very knickers as I saw them very close up! It wasn’t until this morning that the three of us though it would be nice to send you a little package” Smiling as she talked realizing that I was powerless to resist as she continued her assault on me.

It suddenly dawned on me that she and Mr. Clarke had been working together all along, and that I was merely a pawn in their sexual game.

She pushed my sperm enhance knickers up under my nose, the salty aroma again met with my approval.

“Ahhhhhhhhh….” I gasped as I felt myself moving towards the point of no return.

“You’ll be able to taste the real thing tomorrow, the difference being it will be fresh and more plentiful” 

My mind went into overdrive and I became overwhelmed with the arousal. I was out of control as my body was sent into convulsions of orgasm that I could not prevent. 

“Yesssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I moaned loudly as reached my summit “Oh yes….wow…….wow…..Oh yes……Ahhhhhhhhh……Yessssssssssss”

After a few moments I returned from my peek; Anita simply smiled, turned off the ‘toy’ removing it from me and let it drop to the floor. She then took me by surprise as she dropped her head between my legs and let her tongue stroke my very sensitive lips, her fingers opened me up and her tongue drove deep into me.

“Ahhhhhh…………” I whimpered “Oh Anita…………..I can’t take much more…….Ahhhhhhhhh.” she continued devouring me. 

“Oh this is wonderful……..yes...yes…yes……….oh my God” I couldn’t believe it I was cuming again and I had never had a multiple orgasm so quickly before.

Her tongue skillfully darted and probed around my womanhood.

I was much louder this time.

“Oh Yessssssssssss!” I nearly screamed with delight as I held her head firmly in place.

“Oh Yesssssssssssssssssssssssss” she had me again.

My hands were running through my own hair as I arched my back and slid down in my chair. I was completely lost in the blissful pleasure of the moment.

For what seemed an age Anita kissed and caressed all around my inner thighs and stomach, but kept her fingers gently moving in and around my very wet pussy.

“Wow your wonderful Anita” I whispered in a soft voice “Just wonderful……….”

“Good I’m glad you approve. Better than that Terry of yours then?” raising herself so she was upright. Smiling as she spoke. 

“Oh yes……much” as I bit my bottom lip

“You just wait until tomorrow my dear; you will be begging to be fucked. Showing everyone what a tramp you are and you will not care who does it to you either!”

I was so turned on by her conversation and was enjoying her gentle caresses that I just did not want her to move her fingers away from me.

“Ahhhhhhhhh…………” I whimpered again. “Oh Anita…………..I …………”

“Yes Jenny” with a knowing look on her face and a teasing tone to her voice.

“I want …………..” her fingers were raising my height of arousal to the point we could here them slopping around my entrance.

“You want what my dear?” tilting her head slightly. “Come on don’t be shy I know you’re a slut so just tell me what you want.”

“I want to feel a cock inside me now I can’t wait until tomorrow!” I was flushing with embarrassment at my own directness and crudeness, yet by being direct I found it heightened my pleasure still further.

“A throbbing, swelling cock inside here” she opened me up and continued to caresses me.

“Ahhhhhhhhh Yes…………” God this was exciting me beyond any boundary I had ever reached before.

“What now Jenny? Do you want it now you slut?” she questioned me. “Right now you whore?”

“Ahhh Yes! Right now!” I blurted out nearly pleading for some relief.” Yes. Yes……NOW!”

“Tell me what you want right now you little slut” she could sound so masterful when she wanted too.

“I want to be fucked by a thick throbbing cock!” I did too! I was desperate and she had got me to this point and I wouldn’t have cared who was attached to it either.

“You want this cock to do what to you?” she persisted with her question.

“I want to be fucked by a thick hard cock! I want it to swell inside me and explode…………please” I was begging her.

She removed her fingers and replaced them immediately with our ‘Toy’, and grabbing my hand offered me control.

“Oh my …..God that’s good!” I called out as suddenly my whole universe was centered on my pussy again. 

“It is ………….very good……………” I was nearly speechless as I pushed the whole six and half inches home.

She stood and walked to the door.

“See you tomorrow Jenny. My little whore…..” leaving the door wide open she walked out.

I was in a daze and was climbing to the point of orgasm again. Not immediately realizing how vulnerable I was looking, slouched in my chair no skirt or knickers showing my stockings to the world, with my blouse open wide and my ‘Toy’ buzzing away. It took me a moment or two to weigh up in my mind whether to abandon my pleasure and shut the door or just carry on as I was.

I had gone past the point of caring and I was not going to stop, but was agonizing. What happens if another member of staff comes past my office door and finds me like this?

I dropped to the floor behind my desk on all fours, well actually two knees with one arm supporting my upper body while the other continued to hold my new found friend in place. Moments later I came noisily, wave after wave of orgasm traveled down my spine as my ‘Toy’ and hand were engulfed with moisture that flowed from me. I was left a quivering mess now slumped on the floor behind my desk. 

I dressed myself slowly after closing my door and then just sat and contemplated what had happened to me over the last few days. And also pondered on what was going to happen to me in the future!

To Be Continued.

(Please take the time to vote and comment on this and the other two stories; I especially appreciate ideas for future episodes…. Thank you) 



Jenny Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Conclusion

"And so, that's that." Sandy Calloway finished her speech to the six young men of the frat house she had visited. The college it was located at was only a dozen blocks from the hotel where her and the rest of her school's cheerleading squad were staying as they competed in an interstate competition. That made the frat house the perfect place for the next step in her humiliation of Jenny Sadow, the slut who dared to steal her boyfriend.

Johnny Trenton, the twenty-two year old who ran the fraternity, nodded. "That's quite a story. I particularly liked the video." The other five men shouted their own approval of the tape. "I'm sure we'd love to help you with your plan, but you're sure she's into this willingly? Besides, this Jenny looks pretty young. Can she even handle six cocks at once?"

Sandy waved off his suspicion. "Trust me, she's as big a slut as they come. And of course she can handle six cocks; she's a cheerleader. If she couldn't take a gang bang she wouldn't be a cheerleader, just some lowly gymnast. And remember, I want all of this captured on camera."

"Alright, alright. We'll have everything set for tomorrow. Leave us the name of the hotel you're staying at so we can get in touch with you if anything comes up."

Sandy left the hotel info and left, happy that tomorrow half a dozen frat boys would use and abuse Jenny like the cheap whore that she was.

Johnny watched the redheaded cheerleader leave and sighed. She was a total bitch from what he saw of her, but she hot too. Six feet tall, about 135 pounds by his guess, with decent muscle for an eighteen year old. Sandy looked like she could command a guy by force if she wanted to. The curly red hair that hung passed her shoulders, the pink tint to her cheeks, and her bright green eyes said that commanding a guy by force was not something she had to worry about. Desire alone would get him jumping. Sandy's massive breasts would fuel any man, though Johnny wondered if they actually impeded her ability to cheerlead. They looked big enough to be danger once they started bouncing.

The other five men seemed pretty anxious about tomorrow's opportunity. He hoped they wouldn't be too disappointed with the change he was planning to make. Johnny looked down at the slip of paper that had the hotel info on it and smiled.

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"Its you!" Jenny squealed in surprise, not expecting to see who she did when she opened the door. It was the college boy she had let feel her up in exchange for the bottle of alcohol that had caused her so much trouble.

Johnny stepped into the cheerleader's small hotel room and shut the door behind him. "Shh. Don't go yelling to loud. I don't want Sandy to know I'm hear."

"Sandy? How do you know her?"

"Let me explain." He went through the story of Sandy showing up at the fraternity he led and how she had arranged for Jenny to be their entertainment for tomorrow. As Johnny went on, he could see Jenny becoming more and more terrified at what Sandy had been planning. The proposed gang bang turned her face red, but she seemed most worried about the six men seeing the tape. He could understand that. Aside from the humiliation of knowing half a dozen college boys had watched her masturbate, there was the threat of Jenny drinking in the video. That would land her in hot water if any of her coaches or teachers found out.

"Why are you telling me all of this? Don't you think I've got problems enough as it is?"

A few tears began to well up in Jenny's eyes, so Johnny led her over to one of the chairs in the room. He then pulled over another one so he could sit next to her. "No, no. You misunderstand me. I'm not here to worry you. I'm here to help you. Ever since I met you a couple days ago, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I kept regretting I just let you walk away from me. When I recognized you in the tape Sandy brought, I knew I had to come help you."

"No one can help me. Not while Sandy has that tape of me."

"Just trust me. I talked with my cousin; he's getting a biochemistry degree at my school at the end of the semester. He says he can help us out."

Jenny looked at him suspiciously. "Help us do what?"

Johnny brought his lips up to Jenny's and kissed them lightly. "Just trust me. Come with Sandy to the frat house tomorrow and I'll take care of everything." Johnny got up then, and was gone as quickly as he had arrived. Jenny smiled after him. At least it was a chance.

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It was eight o'clock the following night that Sandy arrived at Jenny's room. Jenny had just enough time to shower up and eat supper beforehand. The day had been longer than usual because their team had to compete in two rounds, winning both of them. Jenny was glad for that because it kept the thought of what was going to happen later from her mind.

Sandy glared at Jenny contemptuously. "I hope you showered up well, my slut. I'm going to need you clean for our game today. At least you're dressed for the occasion." Jenny, having barely enough time to dry off from her shower before her tormentor showed up, had only a long white towel wrapped around her. "I brought you your outfit for tonight."

Sandy threw a plastic bag on the room's bed. Jenny opened it cautiously. First was a pair of slutty looking silver stilettos. After she removed those, she pulled out a red dress. There was nothing else in the bag. Jenny looked over at Sandy expectantly. The redhead waved a finger mockingly at her. "Don't worry, you won't need panties were we're going. Now try on your dress."

Jenny stripped off her towel and worked herself into the red dress. It was a tight fit that left absolutely nothing up to the imagination. The bottom didn't even make it halfway down her thigh, so bending over or opening her legs even slightly would put her on display to the world. The top of the dress was strapless and barely came up passed her nipples, which had betrayed her and become hard. The tight material of the dress clung greedily against her breasts. This caused the dress to rub up against her nipples with any movement, making the two little nubs all that much harder. In short, she would have looked like less of a whore if she just paraded around naked instead.

Sandy smirked at the dress. "It looks just like I imagined, my slut. Now let's hurry along. Its a ways to our destination and we're walking. After all, I wouldn't want anyone to miss the chance to see you in all your glory."

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The trek to the frat house carried its own humiliations for Jenny. Since it was only a little passed eight at night, there were still plenty of people on the street to gawk at her. One boy of about nineteen who was with three other guys of the same age actually pinched her ass. Jenny swung around angrily and slapped his hand away, but the sudden movement caused her dangerously placed top to slip and reveal her breasts. It was only the tightness of the dress on her that kept it from falling completely.

The boys hooted at her as she squeaked and tried to pull the bodice of the dress back into place. Sandy grabber her by the wrist, though, and glared at her. "Its not nice to go around hitting boys. I think you should show you're sorry by letting feel those tits you seem to want to tease him with so much. His friends should get in a feel too for having to witness your slutty ways." The four boys cheered for Sandy and formed a line in front of the exposed cheerleader. Two other men not far away ran to join the line.

Each one took a turn groping her breasts and pulling on her nipples. Some bent down to get a taste of each nub. As each man got his fill of her, the next would take up where the previous left off. Unfortunately for her, everyone just kept getting back on at the end of the line. There was no way to end it! To make it worse, passersby kept glaring at her and murmuring under their breath. More than once Jenny could hear them saying "Look at that dirty slut!"

Jenny felt completely exposed and abused, but the wetness forming inside her made her worry that she was enjoying it too much. Still, she was relieved when Sandy finally told everyone they had to stop. Sandy allowed her to pull her top back up, but was not done with her yet. She lifted the hem of Jenny's dress and exposed the abused girl's vagina to them. The group didn't even have time to register what had happened before Sandy had three fingers inserted into it. When she pulled them out several seconds later, the three fingers glistened with wetness.

"Looks like she really enjoyed your help. Go on, my slut, tell them how thankful you are."

Jenny fought back her tears and tried to do as she was commanded. "Th... thank you."

Sandy glared at her. "For what?"

Jenny knew what kind of answer her tormentor wanted, and she knew she'd have no choice but to give it. "Thank you for treating me like the filthy whore that I am." The men cheered.

Sandy nodded encouragingly. "Now let's get going. You've got a big night ahead of you."

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Things were as Sandy had arranged them at the frat house. She had figured having all six men around might cause Jenny to bolt, so only Johnny was upstairs. The other five were in the basement, where a pool table set in the center of the room was in perfect range of a hidden camera. Once Jenny was more set to the fact that she was going to get fucked, Sandy intended to have Johnny lead downstairs and show her how fucked she really was.

Their time at the frat house started off with the two girls and Johnny sharing some drinks. Sandy thought a slightly drunk Jenny would put on a better show than a sober one. Johnny and Sandy both had three drinks, which either could easily handle due to their size. Jenny had three as well, but Sandy made her top it off with two shots of whiskey. Being only five foot four and one-hundred five pounds, the alcohol had a more visible effect on Jenny. It was not enough to get her drunk, but at least a bit tipsy.

Satisfied with the result, Sandy whispered to the frat boy that it was time to bring Jenny downstairs. Johnny nodded and told Sandy to head down, as he'd likely have to help the slightly intoxicated cheerleader down the stairs. Sandy nodded and left.

When they were alone, Johnny smiled at Jenny and hugged her to him. "My cousin, the biochemistry student I had talked to you about, had just the thing for us. It was a nice little aphrodisiac he knew of. He said one teaspoon was enough to work wonders. I put in Sandy's drink, so we should get a bit of entertainment shortly. The magic touch, so to speak." Johnny waved his spoon around like a magic wand, hoping to get a laugh out of Jenny.

Jenny did laugh, but then surprised him with a question. "That's not the spoon you used, is it?" When Johnny nodded, she laughed harder. "That's a tablespoon, dumb ass. Teaspoons are the small ones."

"Shit!"

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'What's taking them so long?" though Sandy as she waited in the basement with the other five young men. They were along one wall of the room so they'd be off camera until Jenny came down. 'They'd better not keep me waiting down here with these five sex freaks... five young sex freaks... five hot sex freaks.' Sandy gave herself a mental shake. It was no time to be thinking about sex. 'Or is this the perfect time?' she questioned. She was the one who's boyfriend was stolen. Why should Jenny be rewarded with a round of good hard sex? If anyone deserved an orgasm, it was her!

Having achieved what her aphrodisiac-clouded mind thought was perfect sense, Sandy unbuttoned her white blouse and let it fall to the floor. All five sets of eyes were locked completely onto her. When Sandy's hands slipped behind her back and unclipped her bra, the five men all gasped. It would have taken a man both hands to cup just one of those breathtaking globes, which were as firm as any other part of the athletic eighteen year-old's body.

Sandy quickly removed her shoes and knee-length plaid skirt. When she stripped off her last piece of clothing, a tiny pair of white panties, the men were treated to another sight. No gardener could hope to so skillfully trim a bush. The five frat boys needed no aphrodisiac with Sandy standing there naked.

Sandy glided over to the pool table and positioned herself on the corner of it with her legs spread. She pointed to three of the five men. "You three, strip and get over here! Now!"

None of the men could resist the combination of lust and fear that the cheerleader inspired, so they quickly did as they were told. Sandy and the five young men were so wrapped up in each other that no one noticed Jenny and Johnny quietly slip into the room and take up position behind a pile of boxes not far from where the forgotten camera lay recording.

From their hiding spot, the two new arrivals were able to watch as Sandy shouted orders at the three men she had picked out. The smallest of the three, a nineteen year old freshman, climbed up on the table with Sandy and knelt down. The horny cheerleader turned on her side and took his penis into her mouth. The other two frat boys, a pair of twenty year-old twins, lifted one of Sandy's legs. With the girl spread wide open, they were given access to her pussy and ass. Each twin picked a hole and filled it with his cock. A loud moan sprung up from the back of Sandy's throat as all three men began penetrating her.

After a moment, the four people worked themselves into a steady rhythm. One of Sandy's free hands found its way to the man she was deep throating and started massaging his balls. Her other hand worked its way down to her clit and started rubbing, careful to keep time with the cock that was buried in here nearby. Each man needed only one hand to keep balance, so their free hands wandered as well. The frat boy at her mouth and pussy had gone straight for her breasts, giving her hard pink nipples the attention they were begging for. The man at her ass was running a hand up and down the smooth flesh of her thigh.

"This slut's so tight. Thank god she's got a river down here or I wouldn't fit." Sandy knew the twin at her pussy was right. She could feel her pussy wetter than it ever had been before as her body received the kind of attention it had always craved but never gotten. Having all of her holes filled was driving her wild.

"Girl, I'm gonna cum." moaned the man at her mouth. Sandy began moving her tongue more quickly, eager for a taste of the cum she had earned. She did not have long to wait because another few thrusts of her mouth brought him over the edge. The cock throbbed in her mouth and then began unloading shot after shot of semen into her throat. Sandy was disappointed that, because he was positioned so deep, she had to swallow right away to avoid choking. She wanted the change to get a good taste first.

With the man at her mouth done, she pushed him away and watched the twins going at her body. "God, you two feel so good in me. Hurry and use me like a whore!" To encourage them, she started bucking her hips so each thrust would take her even harder. She could feel a powerful and much needed orgasm building inside of her and she had to have it.

It took no time at all for Sandy to lose control of her body. The furious pounding the twins were giving her brought her right to her orgasm. "Ohhh uhhhh uhhhh gghhuuuhhhhh!" The sensation of her inner muscles contracting around their cocks was too much for the twins and they each began filling her with their cum. The feeling of the hot, sticky liquid being pumped into her body prolonged Sandy's orgasm. She moaned and thrashed in her surge of pleasure as her ass and pussy milked every last drop of cum from the twins.

When they were done, the twins flopped down on the ground until they could catch their breath. Sandy, however, did not miss a second before squirming onto the center of the pool table. Then she waved over the fourth frat boy, who quickly stripped and climbed up onto the table with her. He wasted no time in positioning himself on top of her and settling in between her thighs.

"Oh yes, ummm. Fuck me hard!" Sandy wrapped her arms and legs tightly around the man as her hungry pussy devoured his penis. While the man gave Sandy the pounding she was asking for, he buried his face between her breasts. She encouraged him by putting one hand behind his head and guiding his mouth down over one of her nipples. Sandy shivered with the stimulation it gave her.

Between the assault being made on Sandy's massive breasts and the already high stimulation of her vagina, the cheerleader needed little time to climax again. A deep grunt from the frat boy on top of her told her he was ready too and they both began to cum. Their pelvises produced a wet, slapping sound as each pounded against one another as hard as they could. When the man was done and rolled off her, Sandy sat up with a grin. She could taste cum in her mouth, had it dripping from her pussy and ass, and was swooning after two orgasms, but she could still feel the fire burning inside her. She wanted more.

Fortunately for Sandy, she did not have to wait for the fifth frat boy to strip. Turned on by what he had seen her do and the smell of sex filling the room, he was already naked and waiting. Sandy could see she was going to be rewarded with a cock that must have been nine inches long and too thick for her to close her fist around. The cheerleader turned over and got onto her hands and knees, presenting herself in anticipation of the monster that was about to impale her.

The man climbed up onto the pool table and got on his knees behind her. Instead of immediately plowing into Sandy, he teased her by running his head along the lips of her vagina and poking gently at her clit. Sandy wiggled her butt at him to tease back. When neither could stand it any longer, he spread her pussy open with two fingers and drove himself inside her. A shudder of pleasure rippled through the cheerleader as her pussy stretched to accommodate the largest cock it had ever taken.

While he went at Sandy, the frat boy brought his hands under her and started massaging her breasts, which were jiggling madly as her body got pounded. He toyed with her nipples with just the right amount of softness and firmness. Sandy knew she wouldn't last long. Sure enough, it took only a dozen more expertly aimed thrusts to send her into her third orgasm. It was not enough for the man behind her, though, and he kept humping her at a steady pace.

Sandy had already felt her pussy building halfway to another climax when the frat boy tensed. She could feel the hot liquid pouring deep inside her, but it was not enough to earn her the fourth orgasm. Sandy whimpered in need, but the man simply sighed and laid himself out on the floor next to the pool table. She looked around the room, but the other four men were in no better condition. Each was red-faced and panting for breath after the workout she had given them. Not willing to give up on her relief, Sandy repositioned herself on her knees and went to work on herself. She used her left hand to tease her pussy lips and clit while all four fingers of her right hand disappeared inside of her. Her right hand immerged just long enough for her to taste the mixture of her own juices and the cum of the three men who had filled her before disappearing again, this time to give release to her aching pussy.

"Ummm, mmhuuu, uhhhh." As she masturbated, Sandy bounced up and down, pretending there was a man under her to ride. She reveled in the feel of her body shaking, especially the feeling stimulated in her flopping tits. It took little time to bring herself to her fourth orgasm. "Oh! Oh! Ahhh! Gghhaaa!" Pleasure washed through Sandy as her pussy spasmed in its largest orgasm of the night. "Aaaahhh! Aaahhh! Ahhh!" To Sandy, it seemed like forever until the fire between her thighs ended. When her orgasm finally started to ebb, she collapsed. Sandy lay sprawled out on top of the pool table and fell asleep in exhaustion.




Jenny Ch. 03



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From their position behind the boxes, Jenny and Johnny watched Sandy's gangbang in awe. When she finally fell asleep on the pool table, Johnny checked his watch. They'd gone at it for over an hour.

"I can't believe she could take so many cocks." Jenny said, partly in amazement and partly in jealousy. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she almost wished Johnny hadn't intervened so that she could have been the one to get so much attention from the boys.

"Of course she can." Johnny said with a smile. "She's a cheerleader. If she couldn't then she'd just be a lowly gymnast."

Jenny laughed. "So how come you don't go over there and fuck her? I'm sure Sandy won't mind, even if she is asleep."

"I just want to make sure you get your video. Now that you have one of her, you two can work out a stalemate. Besides, my girlfriend might not like it if I banged Sandy."

"Oh, you have a girlfriend." Jenny looked down to hide the disappointment on her face.

"Well, I was kind of hoping you would be."

"What? Me?" Jenny threw her arms around the man's neck. "Of course! But you have to do one thing first."

"Anything!"

She smiled up at him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "After everything that's happened today, I really need you to give me a good fucking." To prove her point, Jenny stepped away from him and slid off the skimpy dress Sandy had made her wear. She sighed in relief as, for the first time all week, she was naked of her own free will.

Johnny immediately began removing his own clothes. His need to wrap himself around Jenny's tight little body was too powerful for him to ignore. Once his clothes were gone, he pulled the naked brunette over to him by her slender waist and pressed her soft, lightly tanned skin up against him. The warmth her body gave off drove a moan from him. Johnny brought his lips down on her own and they kissed as they sunk to the floor together.

Jenny slid down onto her back and positioned her legs apart, waiting for Johnny to mount her. He was there instantly, cupping the back of her head with both hands as he lowered his weight onto her. Johnny could feel a shiver run through the cheerleader's body as the tip of his cock pressed itself against her vaginal lips. As he slowly pressed himself deeper into her, he could feel Jenny's heat and wetness proudly proclaiming how desperately she needed release. Johnny certainly did not want to disappoint her their very first time together and quickly worked himself into a steady pace, careful to try and stimulate her clit and g-spot with every thrust.

It was difficult for Johnny to believe just what an effect it was having on Jenny. She was pumping her body as hard as she could, trying to increase the force of his thrusts with her own humping. Jenny also seemed to have had lost control of her breathing, continuously breaking their kissing to pant and moan. She had as little control of hands, which appeared to be urgently mapping every inch of the man riding her. But it was her pussy that was having the greatest effect on him. The little thing was dripping juices down both their thighs and didn't appear to have any intent on stopping. Johnny hoped it wouldn't because Jenny's hole was by far the best he had ever gone at.

"Gggnnnaaa hhhhaaaa aaahh! Fuck me! I'm gonna cum! AHHHH!" Jenny started kicking her slender legs into the air as her pussy exploded into a volcanic orgasm. Her muscles seemed to clamp down on his cock like a vice, which was too much for Johnny. He felt his shaft begin to throb and start launching sperm deep into Jenny. This only added fuel to the raging fire that seemed to be tearing apart Jenny from the inside. Her pussy was gushing now as it contracted around the cock filling it, trying to milk every last drop from it.

"Ahhh! Ooohhhh! Aaahhhh!" It took another minute for Jenny to come down from her orgasm. Her face was red and had beads of sweat running down it by the time she was done. The effort left her panting for breath while her pussy tingled with satisfaction. She was still gasping when Johnny finally had the energy to roll off of her.

The couple both jumped in surprise once the separated. All the men who had been by the pool table had come over to see what the commotion was behind the boxes. They had stayed to watch the rest of the show with growing lust and growing cocks. Jenny smiled at them and, true to her nature as a tease, tweaked her nipples at them as well.

"Sorry boys, but I already have what I want." She reached over and gave Johnny's penis a tug for fun. "If you need a bit more, why not go give that dirty girl Sandy a much needed bath." The five frat boys responded immediately. Jenny and her new boyfriend watched as they positioned themselves around the pool table on which rested the still-sleeping Sandy.

Having already started jerking off as they watched Jenny and Johnny going at it, the frat boys needed little time to finish what they had started. Soon there were five groans and as many streams of semen flying through the air. Most of it landed on her torso as the boys seemed to have wanted to aim for her mammoth breasts. Jenny was satisfied to see one of the frat boys hit her right in the face. Some of the cum dripped into the sleeping girl's mouth, but most ended up seeping into her hair.

When the five men were done, Jenny let the camera that had still been rolling go on for several more minutes to capture the image of Sandy's sleeping body covered and filled with cum. Once she was satisfied that she'd gotten enough on the redhead to never have to worry about being bothered by her again, she shut the camera off and got dressed. 



Jenny Ch. 03



Thursday was a flurry of activity, as preparations were made for Saturday's big event. Both girls called their friends to invite them to the party, and even enlisted some to help. I went into town to pick up supplies and a few special items. The caterer would take care of most of the party preparations, including food, tables, chairs, and drinks, but we still had to work out lodging for those coming from out of town, transportation, and, of course, certain still secret aspects of my plan. I spent the day on the run, working out the last details. Thankfully, the weather forecast was for clear skies and warm temperatures, as I had no backup plan for bad weather.

Shortly after I arrived home late that afternoon, Amanda drove up. All three of us went out to the car to meet her. Amanda was shorter than Sarah, about 5'4", and with a slim build. She was of Mediterranean decent, with olive skin and very dark hair. Her eyes were dark brown, and seemed to always be filled with mirth. She is majoring in Business at the same school Sarah attends. When she got out of the car, she shot Sarah a questioning look, as if unsure of what we knew, or our reaction. Sarah immediately embraced her in a loving hug, followed by a passionate kiss. This caught Amanda by surprise, but certainly left little doubt in her mind that we knew about their relationship. After Sarah, Jenny followed with a warm hug and a kiss that lingered for a moment on the lips. Finally, Amanda turned to me and somewhat nervously offered her hand, saying "You must be Sarah's father. I am very pleased to finally meet you."

I looked at her hand, but instead of taking it, I said "Amanda, if you are to be a part of our family, a handshake just isn't going to cut it." With that, I embraced her as I would a daughter. "I am very pleased to meet you, Amanda, and welcome you into our home." We all then went inside, with Sarah and Amanda holding hands and beaming at each other. The three girls went upstairs to help Amanda get settled, and spent some 30 minutes cloistered in Sarah's room, talking and getting acquainted. I took the time to check shipping status on a few items that I had ordered from out of town, and then called in a pizza order. We don't get deliveries out here, but by the time I could drive in to town the order would be ready. I shouted up at the girls to let them know where I was going, and then headed in. 

By the time I got back, the girls were downstairs and had drinks and plates ready. We had a great time, swapping stories while munching on the pizza. There was little doubt about how Amanda and Sarah felt, as they stayed together all evening, frequently holding hands and sharing long gazes. Even more telling was how their faces glowed whenever they looked at each other. I was a very content father indeed to see my daughter so happy and in love. Briefly, I thought that I almost missed this, and silently thanked Jenny for giving me my life back.

As the evening wore down, we each took our leave and headed up to bed. As Jenny and I were closing our door, Sarah shouted at us to remember that we had company, and to keep it down to a reasonable level. Everyone laughed, except Amanda, who had a look of shock on her face. Jenny shouted back that she doubted very much if we were the only ones making noise this night. The look on Amanda's face at that was priceless.

Once the door was closed, Jenny came into my arms and gave me one of those full body kisses that were her specialty. When she pulled back, she kept her arms around my neck, and, looking into my eyes, said "Have I told you that I love you recently?"

"Yes," I said, "but I never get tired of hearing you say it. I also love you, with all of my heart and soul."

As we undressed for bed, she said "I am very proud of how you handled the situation with Amanda. Sarah was very nervous about coming out, and you handled it beautifully. She also mentioned that you knew about her and I, which caught us both by surprise. I thought we kept that a secret. Do you think Lisa knew?"

"I don't think so, but I can't be sure. Somehow, knowing Lisa, I would have expected her to hit the roof if she had found out. That is why I never mentioned it to her." I replied.

"Does it bother you that I have a bi personality?" she asked.

"No, not in the least. I think it is obvious how you feel about me, and our relationship. You love me and I love you. What more could I ask for?" I replied.

"Well, considering that you are a guy, I expected you to ask to watch sometime. Would that get you hot, watching Sarah and I get nasty with each other? Or maybe Amanda and I, or all three of us? I know that the thought makes me positively wet with anticipation." Her eyes were now glowing with animal desire.

"What gets you hot, thinking about getting it on with the girls, or having me watch?" I asked, my cock now standing at attention. "Both." she replied. "Either." With surprising strength, she pushed me back on the bed, her eyes smoldering with lust. She quickly positioned herself over me, impaling herself fully on my hard tool. I had figured out by now that this was her favorite position, allowing her to take control. She had confided that the worm Jason never allowed her this pleasure, but I was more than willing, as it was also my favorite. Lying on my back, watching her bounce up and down on my shaft, with my hands free to roam at will. What is not to like?

Soon, she was moaning her pleasure, and added something new. As she approached her peak, she began to talk dirty to me, shouting things like "Oh, God, you cock feels so good inside me!" and "Yeah, Baby, give it to me! Fuck me harder!" and finally "I'm cumming!" over and over. I surmised that having Sarah and Amanda in the next room listening inspired her performance, but I didn't care in the least. Performance or not, this was the hottest that I had ever seen her, and that was saying a lot!

She rode me to three orgasms, before switching to a 69 to finish off. I sucked and licked her to two more climaxes before I could hold off no longer and blasted off in her mouth. She seemed to enjoy that immensely, surprising considering how her ex boyfriend had treated her in that regard. Once again, I had no complaints, as she was a master at oral. She also confided in me that, other than Sarah, I was the best in that department as well. As we finished, and cuddled in our afterglow, we could hear the sounds of passion from across the hall. With that serenade, we drifted off to sleep.

We woke early on Friday, and quickly showered and dressed. Sarah and Amanda were still asleep, so we shared a quiet breakfast to ourselves. As we were finishing, the two girls came into the kitchen with sheepish grins on their faces. Of course, Jenny could not resist.

"Wow, I didn't expect to see you two rabbits until noon after a performance like last night!" she said with a twinkle in her eye.

"You should talk!" cried Sarah. "I bet the neighbors a mile down the road heard you two!"

Amanda was blushing all over, and looked like she wanted to hide. I got up and poured coffee for them both, and pulled out cereal and fruit for their breakfast. Both girls dug in, famished for some reason. Of course, Jenny helped them, even though she had just polished off her own huge meal. I left them to themselves, as I had a full day planned. I headed into town to take care of the final details, and did not return home until near dinner time. I had several boxes in the back of the truck, which I carried into my office and stowed away. The girls had dinner almost ready, and the sound of them talking and giggling in the kitchen warmed my heart, bringing back memories of happy times when they were growing up.

We shared our meal as a family that night, with Amanda now relaxed with our banter, and even joining in. The subject of shared showers came up, with both Amanda and Sarah thanking us for the suggestion.

"We had never tried that before, and it was marvelous!" said Sarah, her eyes gleaming. "Yeah, until the hot water ran out!" chimed in Amanda with a laugh.

"Well, remember, the point is to get clean, not frisky." I said.

"Oh, so you are saying that my boobs and ass are really dirty? Because you sure spend a lot of time soaping them up!" added Jenny. I blushed while everyone laughed. "I never said that you can't enjoy the experience. Besides, why shouldn't I want my favorite toys to be clean?" I replied. 

That night we all retired early, as tomorrow was to be a busy day. Of course, there was considerable moaning from both sides of the hall, but things quieted down well before midnight. Jenny slept soundly, but I had trouble getting to sleep. My mind kept running over the details in anticipation of the big day, until sleep finally took me in the early hours of the morning. I awoke at dawn, and began my preparations.

The caterer arrived about 8:00 to begin setting up, and by 10:00 Wendy and Nathan arrived, with their fiancés. We spent some time getting reacquainted before the guests began to filter in. By noon, I had about 50 people in my yard. We had music from a local string quartet, excellent food, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely. After the meal was over, I asked Jenny to give me a hand, and we went into the house. Once inside, I pulled her into a hug, followed by a loving kiss. She smiled happily, enjoying the day and getting to meet so many of my friends and acquaintances. As we broke our embrace, I looked into her eyes and said "Have I told you how much I love you recently?"

"Yes, but I never get tired of hearing it." She replied. "And I love you, with all my heart and soul."

"Do you really feel that way?" I asked, now very serious. She noticed the change in my expression, and answered "Yes, of course I do. Why would you ask that after this week together?"

"Because," I said, taking her hand and dropping to one knee in front of her, "I have been thinking about my life, and about us. I cannot think of anything that I would rather do than spend the rest of my life with you. You have made me whole again, and now you can make me the happiest man alive with one simple word. Jenny, will you marry me?" Jenny's eyes went wide, and her face told me what a shock this was. I held my breath, looking into her eyes for some sign. Would she?

"Oh, my God, yes, yes, I will marry you." She cried, pulling me up and wrapping her arms around my neck. We hugged, and kissed, with both of our eyes moist. When she pulled back and looked at me, she was beaming with happiness. "When do you want to do this?" she asked.

"Right now, of course. Everyone is already here." I said.

"What? How?" she started to ask. "Don't we need a preacher, and a license? Besides," she looked down at her attire "I'm not dressed for a wedding!"

"Trust me. I have everything already worked out. The license is here, as well as the preacher. As for your dress, your two brides maids are waiting to help you get ready."

At that moment, Sarah and Amanda appeared, giving both of us hugs. They were dressed in matching dresses, and looked beautiful, if you can accept a father's opinion.

"Now, you go with them and get ready, while I get dressed. Everything is already taken care of. I'll meet you outside in 30 minutes." Sarah looked at her face, stroking her cheek. Her bruises had faded, but were still evident.

"Better make that an hour. Amanda and I will do her makeup to help hide some of the damage." Sarah said, and the girls headed upstairs to get ready. I went outside to inform everyone of the timing, and then headed inside to get dressed myself. It took longer than I expected, as I was so nervous that my hands were shaking. When I was finally ready, I went outside to wait. Nathan was in his full dress uniform, while Wendy was wearing a very nice dress suit to match. They both waited by my side, serving as my "best man and woman", and helped to calm me while we waited for the girls to make their entrance. Never has there been a longer hour in the history of the universe. I was convinced that time had ceased its flow altogether, and was about ready to send Wendy in to check, when I saw Sarah open the door and signal.

The string quartet stopped playing the Mozart piece that they had been working on, and began the traditional wedding march. Everyone stood and looked back at the house. First, Sarah appeared carrying a small basket of flower petals, which she spread along the path as she walked. She was followed by the most lovely vision I have ever laid eyes on, Jenny, in her gown. Her dress was full length, with a long veil covering her face and trailing behind. Her long hair was done in an intricate braid around her head and then falling down her back. She had bare shoulders, with lace across the bodice. Of course, the dress included an expandable panel to cover, yet still show off, her prominent bulge. Amanda followed behind, carrying the veil to keep it from dragging on the ground. Everyone was silent as the procession made its way to the front, where I was waiting. As she reached me, I took her arm in mine, and we turned to face the preacher, both a dear friend and long time pastor of our church.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here this day to witness the joining of these two, Jennifer Marie McPherson and Josh Ryan Daniels, into Holy matrimony." he intoned in a solemn voice.

As the preacher continued reciting the traditional words, I was so lost in looking at Jenny that he faded into the background. She was so beautiful that my heart was about to burst! Sarah and Amanda had worked their magic with makeup, as no hint of Jenny's abuse was visible, even up close. Beyond that, Jenny glowed with that inner light that only brides have on their wedding day. I was mesmerized by this beautiful creature by my side, and counted myself among the luckiest men on the planet.

Nathan cleared his throat to get my attention, and after a moment I realized that it was time for the ring. Reaching in my pocket, I pulled it out. Taking Jenny's hand, I looked into her wondrous eyes, almost losing my self, and then placed the ring on her finger.

"Jenny, I told you once that you held my heart in your hands. Those were not merely empty words, but truly reflected how I feel. Until you came into my life these few short days ago, I was lost. My heart was empty and my life hollow. I was simply waiting for the required number of days to pass so that I could leave this world, which no longer held any promise or meaning for me. You came into my life like a ray of sunshine into a deep mine shaft, illuminating my soul and opening my eyes to the world again. I am surrounded by friends and family that love me, but without your influence I could no longer see or feel their presence. You have restored my life, my faith, and my love, and I am eternally in your debt. I offer you my love and affection, for as long as I shall live."

Looking down, Jenny saw the heart shaped diamond that I had placed on her finger, and looked up into my eyes with joy. Sarah came forward and handed Jenny the ring for me. She held it up to examine it, and found a simple white and yellow gold band, with no stones, but etched with interlocking hearts around the outside. She looked at me with eyes alive with the love that she felt. Taking my hand, she placed the ring on my finger.

"Only one week ago, my life was nearing a tragic end. I could see no light ahead, only a dark tunnel leading into oblivion. In my darkest hour, when I was asked if there was anyone that I could call, only one name came to me, a name from my past who was always there in times of need. You came when I called, just as you always have, and lifted me out of that deep, dark hole that my life had become. You saved my life, and rescued my soul, and have taught me how to love again. I now gladly give you my love and affection, for as long as I shall live."

The preacher continued the ceremony, but Jenny and I were now lost in each other's eyes. Only when he cleared his throat, and repeated the invitation for us to kiss, did we come back to the moment. I lifted her veil over her head, and our lips came together as our bodies melded into the kiss. Now, time literally did cease, as we sealed our commitment to each other. When we finally separated, we heard cheers and applause from our gathered friends and family. The preacher pronounced us husband and wife, and a new life began for us both.

After the ceremony, we were congratulated and wished well by everyone. A massive cake was brought forth, and we did the ritual cutting, and fed each other our first bites. We did not smash the cake into our faces as is the norm these days, but kept or dignity and respect. We then offered our toast to our union and took our sip of champagne. With the last of the ritual affair done, we then joined the photographer that I had reserved for the event for some group photos. We took pictures with various family groupings and friends before I sent Nathan to find his old friend. When he came back with Susan, we separated from the crowd for a private moment and picture with the one most responsible for this day. We ended up with a picture of us with Susan in the middle, me on one side and Jenny on the other, in a close embrace. That picture will always have a special place on our mantle.

Finally, the crowds were gone, the caterer had packed up and left, and our home quieted down at long last. Nathan and Wendy stayed, and we were joined by Sarah and Amanda. Jenny and I had changed into more comfortable clothes, and we lounged in our living room talking of things that once were, and things still yet to come. As we wound down, Nathan asked Jenny where we intended to go on our honeymoon.

Without looking at me, Jenny said "Everything that I need or ever wanted is right here. Where on this Earth could we go and be any happier than this very spot?" She fell silent for a bit, lost in thought, then added "Well, I can think of one place that would make me even happier than right here, and that is the bed waiting for us upstairs." Everyone laughed, but I could see that special gleam in her eye, so I knew this was not in jest. As she rose, she gave me a quick kiss, and whispered in my ear for me to give her 15 minutes. She then went up the stairs to our room.

Wendy and Josh took their leave, heading back to town and their respective mates. They would be returning home tomorrow, but promised to come back soon for a better visit. Sarah and Amanda saw them off, then curled up on the couch together to watch a movie. Sarah commented that it would be awhile before they could get any sleep anyway, so they might as well just stay up. Amanda gave her a playful slap on the arm, then got up to give me a hug.

"You don't know how much it means to me to have you accept me into your family like this. My own parents disavowed me when they found out about us, and other than Sarah I have been alone ever since. Now, I have a new family to love, and a new place to feel at home. There is no price for the gift that you have given me." She then gave me a quick kiss on the lips, and went back to Sarah. As I headed up the stairs, I looked back to see the two girls wrapped in each others arms and lost in a kiss. Their happiness and love for each other radiated from the couple, and I smiled contentedly as I went on up the stairs. Reaching the top, I knocked gently on the door to our bedroom.

"Come in, lover." I heard Jenny's voice say through the door. I opened the door, and entered to find the room illuminated by candlelight. Jenny was just lighting the last candle, and turned to meet my gaze. I caught my breath, as she was wearing the nightgown that she had modeled for me just the other day. Her hair was now loose, and flowed down about her shoulders. I paused to drink in her loveliness, before closing the door and moving to meet her by the bed. We embraced and kissed, with our lips lingering, not wanting to separate. When at last we pulled back, I said "You have made me the happiest man in the world today. It has only been a week, but I cannot even imagine life without you."




Jenny Ch. 03



"For the first time ever, my life has meaning, and focus, and you are at the center of it all. You are my life now, and you have made me the happiest woman in the world." she said, looking deeply into my eyes. Then, I saw that change in her eyes as her inner beast appeared. "Now, are you going to get undressed, or do I have to rip those clothes off you?" she said, and not entirely in jest. Of course, keeping Jenny happy is now my purpose in life, so I wasted no time in shedding my clothes. She waited, still dressed in her nightgown, perhaps reading my thoughts again.

When I was naked, she came to me, merging her body with mine as only she can, consuming me with a kiss. The feel of her voluptuous body wrapped in silky fabric was an instant turn on, and we spent some time in our embrace, with her rubbing her body all over mine while our tongues performed their ancient dance. Finally, she pulled back and allowed me to slowly pull the nightie over her head, revealing her full, ripe figure to my eyes. I fell down on my knees, and began to stroke and kiss her swollen belly. Looking up, I could see her face framed by her massive breasts and very erect nipples. I could smell her musk, indicating her arousal, as did the feral look in her eyes.

Gently pushing her back, she sat on the bed with her legs over the edge. I spread her thighs, and gazed upon her womanhood. Her lips were swollen and already gaping open, and her juices were beginning to flow, leaving a wet trail down her thighs. I began to kiss my way up her inner thighs, licking the juices there as I moved towards my goal. Jenny was watching me closely, following the progress of my tongue as I came ever nearer to paradise. When I reached the top of her thighs, I licked all the way around her outer lips, teasing them, but avoiding her clit, which was already erect and in full view.

Gently, she grabbed my head and turned my face up to meet her gaze, and said "Don't make me hurt you!" So much for foreplay!

With her warning, I now moved in to attack her directly. I licked vigorously up her slit, allowing my tongue to delve into her depths, swirling about and gathering her juices. She moaned loudly, and fell back on the bed to lay flat, while spreading her thighs wide to allow me full access. After probing her inner recesses, I move up to her clit, sucking it between my lips, while swirling my tongue in rapid circles around its mass. She growled her pleasure, urging me on. As I continued to suck on her massive clit, I inserted my index finger up to the knuckle into her vagina, curling it upwards in a come hither motion, thereby rubbing that innermost sensitive spot. I was rewarded with an instant orgasm, as she climaxed without warning. I held onto her thighs and continued my ministrations, attacking her clit with lips, tongue and teeth, while stroking her inner sweet spot relentlessly. Her climax not only continued, but seemed to build to new heights, and she was now bucking wildly on the bed. Only my tight grip on her thighs allowed me to maintain my contact.

She was now screaming "Oh my God! What are you doing to me? Don't stop! Whatever you do, don't stop!" Her words finally degraded into deep, guttural moans as she rode the orgasm to its end. When she finally quieted down, I eased off, kissing and licking her gently until her spasms ceased. When I crawled up to lay beside her on the bed, she was panting and flushed. After a moment, she looked at me, and said "I don't know what you just did, but I have never felt anything like that before!" I laughed, and leaned over to give her a very wet kiss, as my face was soaked in her juices. She licked all around my face, cleaning her own fluids off me, before sucking my tongue into her mouth for a wanton kiss. This was her signal that she was now ready to proceed.

We moved up to the center of the bed, where, not surprisingly, she pushed me onto my back and mounted me with practiced ease. I started stroking her pregnant belly, running my hands in gentle circles around her bulge. She was grinding away on my shaft, her eyes now glazed and unseeing as she became totally focused on the friction of our two loins. I moved my hands up to cup her massive breasts, hefting their weight and marveling at how firm they felt. I began to tease her nipples, which were fully erect and, judging by the change in pitch of her now constant moaning, very sensitive.

Pushing my self up, I took her right nipple into my mouth, sucking for all I was worth, while flicking it with my tongue. This really got her attention, as she grabbed my head and pulled me to her breast. I began to nibble on her sensitive flesh, at first gently, then with more abandon. My hand sought out her other breast, finding and manipulating her left nipple. Her pace on my cock had increased, telling me her time was near. I began to chew on the nipple in my mouth, while twisting and tugging on the other. I felt her vaginal muscles clench powerfully, locking onto my cock like a fist, while she nearly shattered the windows with her scream. I might have cum with her, but for the tight grip that her inner muscles maintained on my shaft. I had no choice but to ride out her storm, wondering if my poor cock would survive.

After what seemed like eons, but was certainly only moments, her spasms subsided as she came down from her high. She opened her eyes and looked at me dreamily, leaning over to give me a loving kiss.

"OK, lover, now it is your turn. You have given me the two best orgasms of my life, and I don't think I have it in me for another. I want you to come inside me, filling me with your seed. Consider it practice for the future, as once I have this baby, I want you to give me another." As she said this, she began a slow humping, while her inner muscles began to ripple up and down my shaft. I had never felt anything like this before, and the combined motions were rapidly pushing me towards my own climax. I groaned, trying to hold back, but to no avail. With an upward thrust, my cock erupted, pumping everything I had into her waiting depths. She continued her motions, milking me of every last drop. At last, when my cock had stopped twitching, she lifted off of me, and moved up to cuddle at my side.

We embraced for a long while, basking in the afterglow of our passion. Before she drifted off to sleep, I looked into her eyes, and said "I love you Jennifer Daniels, more than life itself." 

She replied "And I love you, Josh Daniels, with everything I am: Heart, soul, body, and mind, until the end of time." We kissed, and snuggled closer, and drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

*

"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." Attributed to Mark Twain, speaking to a graduation class.



Jenny Ch. 03



This is a re-post of an early story of mine. I have re-edited it to improve the punctuation, grammar, and, I hope, readability.




Nikki had calmed down and was sitting in a chair beside her mother with her towel wrapped around her. She was watching Tom string a floating white rope across the shallow end of the pool at the three foot depth. It would serve to mark Nikki's safe area and prevent the floater from moving into the deeper area. She had recovered from her fright and was waiting to get back into the pool. 

"Good for her," Tom thought to himself. 

Tom bent down to whisper in Jenny's ear. 

"Jenny, why don't you use the bedroom and change into your swim suit? If you and I get in the pool, there won't be any problem for Nikki to follow us." 

Jenny looked up at Tom and nodded. 

"OK ... I won't be a moment," she responded. 

She was still a bit shaken by the incident, but impressed with Tom's quick action and natural instinct to calm Nikki and take away the fear. He kept showing her what a remarkable man he was. She walked into the second bedroom and retrieved her bikini top from the bag and quickly removed her tank top and put the swim top on. She pulled her towel and her wrap out of the bag and walked back out to the deck. 

Tom had slipped off his shorts, having worn his swim suit beneath. He looked up as Jenny came through the French doors and smiled at the beautiful woman who had just become his lover. 

"Shall we just go jump in?" he asked.

"Why not ... last one in?" With that Jenny sprinted the short distance to the pool and jumped feet first into the pool. 

Tom was only a second behind her and Nikki laughed when she saw the big cannonball waterspout he made with his tucked jump. Nikki stood up and left her towel on the table beside her and walked to the steps at the shallow end. Tom waded down to the rope, dove under it and came up directly in front of Nikki. Jenny was treading water, carefully watching what was going on in the other end. 

Tom sat on the pool bottom and squinted up at Nikki. 

"Coming in Nikki?" he asked. "Don't be worried, I'll be right here," he promised.

"OK, here I come," Nikki answered cautiously. She walked down the steps into the pool and took Tom's offered hand. He guided her into the water again and she pulled the floater over her head and gently launched herself out into the small, safe area. Within a couple of minutes she was playing on her own, and was back to her normal, carefree self. 

"Nikki, the rope will stop your floater from going into the deep end and if you need to, you can grab onto it. It's very strong. OK?" 

"OK, thanks." 

Nikki happily paddled around in circles, singing a song she knew from school.

Jenny just shook her head and watched as Tom once again handled a tricky situation with Nikki calmly, almost expertly.

"OK, confess Tom," she said quietly when he had returned to her side. "You have a wife and five kids and you work as a child psychologist." 

"Nope. Just little old me," he smiled. "Maybe good instincts," he acknowledged. 

He reached out and pulled Jenny toward him. The water was just under Jenny's chin and he had a distinct height advantage when we began to caress her body beneath the surface of the water.

"Tom!" she hissed. "Stop it. Nikki will see us".

"Nope. Have a look. You can't see Nikki below the water from this angle. She can't see us," he stated. 

He immediately took advantage of her nearness and wrapped his arm around her midsection and began to tickle her.

Jenny laughed and cried out, "Stop!" but to no avail. 

Nikki looked up, at first smiling, and then laughing. 

"What's happening, Mom?" she called.

"He's tickling me again," she laughed. 

With that, Tom renewed his attack amid squeals and laughter from both the girls. Tom took advantage of the happy mood to hold Jenny and caress her body and kiss her. From the corner of his vision, he could see Nikki watching them with a big smile on her face. 

Jenny was having fun and had lost much of her reluctance for personal contact with Tom in Nikki's presence. She too was aware of Nikki watching them, and her approval took a big weight from her. She was aware of Tom's hands roaming over her body beneath the surface. She began to respond to him and was glad there was enough distance to Nikki that she wouldn't hear her moans.

"Tom, stop ... please," she pleaded. "Save it for later," she whispered.

"Hmmm ... that sounds promising," he grinned. 

They swam and played and frolicked in the pool for over an hour before Tom and Jenny got out. Nikki continued to paddle around in the shallow end, quite happy to amuse herself. 

Jenny and Tom sat together at poolside, sipping a fresh ice tea and holding hands.  Jenny tried to relax. She couldn't account for why she was so unsettled with this new relationship. She didn't want to be insecure or overly possessive, but something told her this man was special and she desperately wanted to be with him. 

"It's ridiculous," she thought. "I've only known him for a day and already I'm obsessing about him. How in the world could this happen?" she wondered to herself. 

She was conscious of the knot in her stomach and tried to relax. She wished she could grab him and drag him to the bedroom and make love with him. She wanted his confirmation again.

Tom gazed longingly at Jenny and thought how lucky he was. Out of the blue, this wonderful, alive woman was part of his life. In less than a day they had twice made love! She had captivated him and he wanted her to be with him every day if she would!  

He saw the shadow of concern cross her face and wondered what was bothering her. He needed to remember to keep an eye on Nikki, but he really wanted to get into a deeper conversation with Jenny. They had spent so much of yesterday telling each other about themselves, but not what was in their heart. Now they had made love and it had changed the relationship forevermore. 

Last night was a reckless, over-the-top experience he couldn't account for. It took all his self control to not overpower her. He was conscious of his physical strength and her feminine persona. But she drove him to the edge of control last night, and he could see how he might lose it. 

This afternoon was completely different. A quiet, gentle experience that brought him great comfort and pleasure. It was as if she was a different person. 

Nikki was finally summoned from the pool by her mother. "You'll be as wrinkled as a prune if you stay in any longer. Go get dried off and changed," she ordered. 

"Bring your swim suit out so it can dry in the sun when you're done," Jenny reminded her. 

Tom rose and walked to the barbeque, pulling the cover off and lifting the lid. 

"Just like Mom and Dad used to sound," he joked, looking pointedly at Jenny.

She blushed as he knew she would. 

"Yep, Mom gives the orders and Dad runs the barbeque. It's the natural order of things." 

"Oh, so you're an old fashioned kind of guy, huh," she harrumphed. "I suppose you think women should be kept in the kitchen or the bedroom until summoned, do you?"

The game was on. 

"Heck no! They can do some gardening too! And somebody has to clean the rest of the house. Might as well be the women 'cause the men have to work all day," he said haughtily.

"Them's fightin' words, buster," she growled.

"Oh yeah? What kind of fight would you like?" he said ominously as he began to walk toward her lounge chair. When he reached her side he had a maniacal look on his face.

"How about a ... tickle fight!" he yelled, quickly grabbing her rib cage and causing her to squeal loudly.

"No, No ... not fair! You're too big for me!" 

She was laughing and squirming as he continued to apply his fingers to her ribs. Then he grabbed a foot and began to tickle the bottom of it. Again, Jenny squealed in laughing protest. At that moment, Nikki came bouncing out the door and stopped dead as she watched the mock battle in front of her. 

"Let's tickle mom! Let me tickle too!" she shouted as she ran over to her mother's side. 

"Not fair!" Jenny protested. "Two against one! Nikki, help me!"

Nikki rushed at Tom and tried to tickle his ribs, but her little fingers and lack of strength didn't make any impression on him. Tom sensed her intent and tried to pull away, feigning fear of Nikki's efforts. The laughter and yelling and play went on for a minute or so until Tom yelled, "Time out!" and picked up Nikki, slinging her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. 

"Truce?" he looked questioningly at Nikki's face peering around his shoulder, upside down.

"OK, I'm getting dizzy," Nikki confessed. 

Tom gently flipped her over and held her in his arms while he dropped on the lounge chair beside Jenny. 

"That was fun," Nikki enthused. There were smiles all around. Tom poked Nikki in the ribs and she squealed as she jumped from his lap. 

Tom put his head back on the lounge chair and surveyed the scene. If this was what domestic married life was like, then it was just fine with him. Nikki was a delight, and he was only beginning to discover the wonder of Jenny. He was thinking of ways they could be alone together for longer than just an hour or two. 

He sensed this was a turning point in his life and he was excited by the prospect. Jenny seemed to be everything he was looking for in a life partner. She was a mysterious mix of quiet, old fashioned values, and passionate excitement that he would never have expected. She was a contradiction, but a lovely one.

Jenny felt light-headed. The obvious connection between Nikki and Tom was a godsend to her. His attitude toward her daughter was genuine and protective. Tom was everything she hoped he would be. Was this too good to be true? Was this the cause of the discomfort he felt? She couldn't find any flaws, but they hardly knew each other. 

"Go slow, girl, go slow," she warned herself silently. 

-0-

As the summer wound toward its end, Tom and Jenny had been dating for almost two months and Jenny felt confident now that Tom was the man she had been seeking all her adult life. He was exactly what he seemed to be. Kind, gentle, bright, confident, wonderful with Nikki, and even more wonderful in bed. 

She felt that he was falling in love with her just as she had fallen in love with him. It all seemed so simple. All she had to do was wait until he asked her "the question." She wondered how patient she would have to be.

Their love-life had been hit and miss. It was nearing the end of August and Nikki was still out of school. Both could sleep-over at Tom's house without it being a problem. They had become more open about their relationship in front of Nikki, often hugging and kissing and holding hands. 

Nikki had noticed, accepted, and said little about it. She was happy to be at Tom's with his swimming pool, and it was fun to sleep in the basement bedroom. She had her own bathroom and she could pretend it was her own house. It gave Tom and Jenny the privacy they wanted in the bedroom. 

But Jenny was working weekdays and she had to get Nikki to Audra's before going to the store. For Tom, summer was the busiest time of the year, and with the extended daylight, he was up early and often late getting home for supper. He and Jenny were still learning to adapt to their new schedules. 

Tom's mother had been nagging him to bring Jenny and Nikki to dinner at their house and Tom had promised he would, but it just had not happened yet.

Near the end of August, Steve and Ingrid Inhalt had invited the three of them out on their sail boat, 'Matron of the Sea.' It was a thirty seven foot ketch-rigged cruiser of Swedish design. It had plenty of room for them all and they had decided to make it an overnight sail up the Sunshine Coast to Bargain Bay. 

Nikki was excited by the trip. She would be sleeping in a bunk near the galley amidships, while Tom and Jenny shared the forward stateroom. Nikki had gotten used to the idea that Tom and her mother would sleep in the same room. Their hosts would have the master stateroom.

Tom had made sure his brother Vinnie was aware that he was taking this weekend off, and that he would be in charge of the Saturday crew. Tom would have his cell phone with him in case of any questions or emergencies, but he would leave Vinnie a comprehensive list that should cover everything. Tom's new lead hand, Robbie Delgado, would make sure things got done since Robbie would have a copy of the task list. 

The summer had been long, sunny and hot, typical of the last four years. The rains usually quit sometime between the beginning to middle of July, and this year was no exception. In fact the weather had been mostly fair on almost every weekend since May, giving Steve and Ingrid many hours of fine sailing. 

Steve had purchased a half share in the boat from George McConnell five years ago. George had been using it less and less as his wife had become a partial invalid and he had aged. He was happy to join Steve and Ingrid on the occasional weekend, but seldom took the boat out alone any more. 

Ingrid loved 'The Matron' from her very first trip and treasured her time aboard. She had become a skilled sailor herself, with all the necessary navigation and seamanship skills. The recent addition of a Global Positioning System had completed a minor upgrade in the electronics. The boat had been maintained in every respect, and was immaculate inside and out. 

Their sail on Saturday had been uneventful and pleasant. The winds were fairly light, but south-westerly, and their progress was smooth and relaxed. They had set all the available sail, including the mizzen. Steve had prepared a lovely light lunch with some cold Czech Pilsner for Tom and himself, and Ingrid's favorite Italian Pinot Grigio for her and Jenny. 

'The Matron' was no sloop or race boat. It was a slow moving cruiser, but with all the amenities that any cruiser could want. A full galley, a head with shower, two staterooms, a large, covered wheelhouse and a lovely curved stern seating area for six people. 

Tom and Jenny watched Steve and Ingrid work the boat from the time they slipped their moorings in Fisherman's Cove to the setting of sails, the changes in course, and the setting of the anchor in Bargain Harbor. They were watching a silky smooth team at work. It looked to take no more effort than if they were doing the dishes or washing the car. They were a wordless, seamless pair. An economy of movement with a maximum of result.

Steve had set the small, portable stern barbeque in place, and had prepared Albacore Tuna steaks for their dinner. The tender steaks were enthusiastically received by everyone, including Nikki. As usual, the presentation was almost restaurant quality. 

Nikki had amused herself with a small telescope that Steve had brought up from below. It wasn't quite dark yet, but Nikki interested herself by spying on the houses in the bay, and seeing who was up and what they were doing. The adult foursome was chatting quietly about the day and their enjoyment of being away from the city and the traffic and the noise. 

Ingrid and Jenny had spent over an hour talking privately on the way up, while Steve had spent some time showing Tom the electronic gear and navigation aids on 'The Matron.' And of course, some "guy talk."

Dusk had come more quickly on this late summer evening and the five sailors had donned the special sweatshirts that Steve and Ingrid had arranged. They were the same dark green as the boat's hull, and each had an original impressionistic design of Ingrid's on the front showing 'The Matron' in full sail while the left shoulder had the monogram found on the boat's china and silverware. 

Nikki's was a bit large for her, but her mother suggested "she would grow into it." They were sitting on the stern cushions and watching the burnt orange sunset over Vancouver Island as the last light of day faded away.

"Time to get your PJ's on Nikki," Jenny said quietly.

"Aw mom ... can't I stay up and look at the stars on the telescope?" she complained.

"OK, but just for a few minutes," Jenny agreed.

"Let me set it up for you, Nikki," Steve offered.

"Nikki, go get your PJ's on while Uncle Steve gets the telescope ready," Jenny ordered.

"OK mom," Nikki agreed, racing off to the companionway and down into the hold.

Steve got up and set the telescope toward the eastern sky and brought the small stool from the corner of the wheelhouse over to the scope and set it down where Nikki could sit and look at the stars. In a few minutes, Nikki bounded up the steps and went directly to the telescope and watched as the stars and planets slowly paraded across the view in front of her. 

"Why are the stars moving, Uncle Steve?" she asked.

"They aren't moving, we are. The earth is turning, so it looks like they are moving," he explained.

Nikki looked at him, wrinkled her forehead, and said, "Oh."

The four adults continued their conversation as Nikki continued to look through the telescope eyepiece. At some point, she got bored and stood up, stretched and walked over to Tom, climbed up on his lap, put an arm around his neck and placed her head on his shoulder. 

It was such completely natural move and it caught everyone off-guard. Jenny watched nonplussed as her eyes began to fill. She was rendered speechless. Tom simply put his arm around Nikki and held her as he continued to chat with Steve. Ingrid looked at Jenny and back at Tom and just smiled her 'I knew it' smile. Jenny looked away to try and hide her emotions. It was one of those sublime moments that happen only once, and they knew they would never forget it. 

Earlier that afternoon, Ingrid and Jenny finally had a chance to have the private chat they had promised each other.

"He's the one, isn't he?"

"Yes, he's the one," Jenny turned to Ingrid, smiling. "I've been waiting a long time, but it's been worth it."

"You and I have a lot in common, girl. We both got burned early and still found 'Mr. Right,'" Ingrid smiled.

"I keep wondering if there's something I'm missing or don't know, and I can't find anything that I don't love, Ingrid."

"Quit looking. He's exactly what he seems to be. The only mystery is why some dame hasn't snapped him up by now."

"I think he's as fussy as I am when it comes to relationships," Jenny offered.

"Then you must realize that you are the chosen one," Ingrid remarked with an arched eyebrow. "When do you suppose he'll figure it out for himself?"

"Soon, I hope. I know he loves me ... I know it. He said so. I just want him to prove it," Jenny said hopefully.

"What will it take?" Ingrid asked.

"A ring. No less!" Jenny stated emphatically.

"Good for you Jen."

Jenny paused, lost in thought for a few moments.

"How much trouble did you have getting Steve to the altar," she asked tentatively.

"None!" Ingrid stated bluntly. "I was the reluctant one. He must have asked me twenty times to marry him before I finally said yes."

"Really?"

"Really! I was scared to death of another marriage. I was fixated on all the things that might go wrong instead of all the things that were right. I was living my past again and besides, Steve and I had experienced a couple of very decisive moments early on in our relationship that might have blown it all apart. Every single time, I was the one who created the drama," she explained.

"Wow, I had no idea."

"Oh yeah. I was quite a handful, and the only thing that kept our relationship on track was Steve's absolutely unswerving commitment to us. He just wouldn't accept that anything would get between us," she confessed. 

"I had no idea he could be that single-minded ... thank god! Mind you," she smiled. "the make-up sex was incredible!"

Jenny laughed in recognition. "We haven't even had the slightest argument. I have no idea what 'makeup sex' would be like with Tom."




Jenny Ch. 03



"Don't go rushing to find out, Jen. I hurt Steve badly at least once with the wrong words and a lack of trust. It took me a long time to forgive myself, longer than it took for him to forgive me," she said regretfully. 

"I don't mean to be nosey, but since it's in my nature, how's your love life now?" Ingrid probed.

"Oh Ingrid. It's fabulous. He is so gentle and yet so strong. He's thoughtful and caring and unselfish, he worries about me and not himself. I just wish we could be together every night," she said wistfully. "Every day would be OK too," she giggled.

"Well, as you already know, ours is still red-hot too. I hope it never changes," Ingrid smiled. 

"Steve's a secret wolf in sheep's clothing. He pretends to be Mr. Innocent, but every once it a while he pulls off some sex stunt that absolutely can't be learned any other way than by doing ... and probably more than a couple of times."  

Ingrid was bragging now.  

"What makes it more exciting is that he's completely unpredictable. I used to accuse him of not being spontaneous but I was way off base. He almost seems to know when things are getting a little ... repetitive, and comes up with something that absolutely sends me over the moon."

"Sounds exciting," Jenny said with a smile. "I'm the crazy one in our relationship. Tom is so afraid that he'll hurt me that I scare him when I go wild." 

"You? Wild? Jenny, I would never have guessed," Ingrid said in genuine surprise.

"Neither would I, Ingrid," Jenny said, shaking her head. 

"It came out of nowhere, the first time we made love. I have never acted like that before, but something triggered it and I just went crazy. I became a different person. I must have scared Tom because the look in his eyes was something to see. I guess I hadn't had sex for so long that I just exploded ... trying to catch up." 

"Wow," was Ingrid's only comment. 

"I was soaked in sweat and dripping all over Tom when we finished. Gasping for breath and lying flat on my back in complete surrender," she laughed.

"How did Tom handle it?" Ingrid asked.

"He was wide eyed for the first few minutes but pretty soon he was right there with me ... not the craziness, but he sure was along for the ride," she reminisced. 

"And it was some wild ride! Just shameless all-out sex. I was using words I never use. We were so noisy Nikki heard us," she laughed.

"Oh no!" Ingrid laughed. "What did you do?"

"Tom handled it. Good thing too. I was dumbstruck," she said shaking her head. 

"Luckily, no harm done."

"It's not like that every time," she said seriously. "It's like you said with Steve. Every once in a while I just get this crazy feeling and I just let go. Tommy ... I mean Tom ... is used to it now," she concluded.

"Tommy?" Ingrid asked with a grin.

"Shhhhsh!" Jenny admonished. "It's a private name I'm not supposed to use ... except ... well, you can guess." 

"Okay Jen, your secret's safe with me. Some day when I've had too much to drink, I may tell you about Indigo," she laughed

Ingrid stood looking out over the blue water with a thoughtful expression.

Jenny interrupted Ingrid's reverie. 

"As long as we're sharing secrets, how long did it take before you and Steve ... made love?"

"Forever!" was Ingrid's one word abrupt answer. 

"I thought he was never going to touch me, much less let me get him into the sack! Actually it was only a couple of weeks after we met, but we had so many false starts that it seemed like it had been months. In fact, our first time was right here on 'The Matron,'" she concluded.

Ingrid had a far away look in her eyes. "What about you?" she asked.

Jenny flushed a bright crimson and looked away.

"Come on girl, 'fess up," she smirked.

"It was the first night we met," Jenny almost whispered.

"Whaaat!" Ingrid exploded, wide-eyed. "Do you mean that night after our party?"

"Yes," she answered simply.

"Now that I didn't expect! Was that the night you went crazy?" 

Jenny just nodded.

"Well I'll be damned," Ingrid said in admiration. "You know what you want and just go get it, huh?"

"It was all your fault. We went to say thanks and goodbye that night and you and Steve were in the bedroom, and we could hear what was happening. I think it must have turned both of us on," she giggled.

"Well, then I'm glad we contributed to you two getting together ... in more ways than one," she laughed.

-0-

Steve and Tom were chatting in the wheelhouse and each sipping a beer as they cruised north-west along the Sunshine Coast. 

"I can see why you and Ingrid love this boat, Steve. It's very comfortable and spacious." Tom commented.

"Yep. The old girl's my mistress and Ingrid's secret lover," he laughed.

"Ever take it on any long trips?" Tom asked.

"Yes, a couple. The first one we headed up north, cruising in and out of the inlets along the way. The weather was iffy, but the scenery was so spectacular that it didn't matter.  We took two weeks and had a glorious time. It was the best vacation any couple could have wished for." 

"And the second trip?"

"We decided to enter a long cruise slash semi-race around Vancouver Island. Big mistake!" he smiled ruefully.

"Bad weather?"

"No, in fact it was great weather. We just didn't realize how long it would take and how much hard work it was. A couple of times I was ready to abandon and head for home, but Ingrid wouldn't let me. By the time we finished, we were exhausted. We still had to go back to work and catch up for the time we were gone." He shook his head in remembrance.

"So now it's just pleasure cruising?" Tom asked.

"Exactly. Maybe another northern cruise someday, but for now, we're happiest to have weekends and maybe a stolen day here and there. That way we aren't so tired that we can't enjoy each other's company at the end of the day," he smiled.

There was silence for a few minutes.

"You getting pretty serious with Jenny, Tom?" 

"Yes. She's terrific, Steve. She's what I've been hoping I'd find for a future Mrs. Blanton," he said directly.

"So when do you ask her?" Steve asked, immediately realizing he was "out of bounds."

"Ooops, sorry Tom. None of my business."

"No, that's OK, Steve. I would have asked her the day I met her if I had the nerve. I knew almost right away. We are so right for each other," he said with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Well what ever you do, don't tell Ingrid that. She set you two up and she would be impossible to live with if she thought she was that clairvoyant," he laughed.

"Actually, I can't thank her enough," Tom said seriously. 

"If she hadn't put us together that afternoon, I'm not sure the fates would have put us together at all."

"OK, but as a personal favor, keep that thought to yourself," Steve grinned.

"Nikki is obviously a vote in your favor too," Steve observed. "You two seem to be very close already."

"Yeah, she's a sweet kid. I wish Jenny had a couple more. I'd love to have a houseful of kids," Tom said seriously.

"Well, it isn't too late. How does Jenny feel about it?"

"I don't know. I guess I should ask her, shouldn't I?" 

"Would it make a difference ... I mean ...?"

"No, I don't think so. I love her first. The kids are just the icing on the cake. Besides, we've already got Nikki," he answered seriously.

"Then it isn't that complicated, is it?" Steve said.

"You mean, what am I waiting for?" Tom smiled slyly.

"Something like that." Steve answered grinning.



Jenny Ch. 04



This is a re-posting of an earlier story. I have re-edited it to improve the punctuation, grammar and, I hope, the readability.



Tom sat on the edge of the stateroom bed, slowly undressing as he waited for Jenny to return from the head. He was unusually tense for a reason. He had made up his mind, and this was his moment of truth. It wasn't that he had any doubts, but he was entering uncharted waters, and he wasn't quite as sure of himself as he'd like to be.

Jenny opened the door and quietly closed it behind her. She saw the smiling face of Tom but immediately noticed an air of seriousness about him as well. She walked across and sat beside him and put her hand on his and looked at him.

"What?" she asked after a silent moment.

"Jenny ... I ... I've been wondering when ... I mean ... I wasn't sure until now ... no ... that's not right," he stammered, and then stopped cold.

"What are you trying to say, Tom?" she asked with the hint of a smile on her lips.

"Jenny, I ... I've been in love with you since the first day we met," he began. I don't know why or how, but I knew right away you were the girl for me. The last couple of months have just been fabulous, and they were just the proof that I was right," his voice trailed off.

"Jenny, I love you and I want to marry you," he said shakily. 

"I'm absolutely sure I love you and I'm absolutely sure I want to marry you ... soon." 

The entire time he had been speaking to her, his eyes had not left hers, and he had not blinked.

There was a quiet moment before Jenny spoke.

"What took you so long?" she giggled. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with all the strength she could muster.

"Yes! ... Yes, Tom! ... Yes, I will marry you," she said in genuine happiness.

They fell back on the bed together and hugged and kissed and looked at each other and smiled and giggled and stroked and nibbled. Finally, Jenny broke their reverie:

"Where's my ring?" she said, poking Tom playfully in the chest.

"I'm a cautious man, Jen. Come with me Monday and you can pick out the one you like. That way you won't be cringing at my bad judgment," he chuckled.

"That could be a pretty expensive decision, you know," she smiled.

"I guess I'll have to trust in your good judgment then, won't I." 

That's exactly what husbands are supposed to do, even future ones," she said with an arched eyebrow.

"Then I might as well start now, eh?"

They were quiet again for a while. They continued to look at each other and touch and explore gently their faces and necks and shoulders. It was intensely intimate in its silence.

"When did you know?" he asked quietly.

"Same as you ... that first night. That first magical, wild, reckless, special night," she said seriously. 

"Love at first sight!" he smiled.

"It really does happen ... and it happened to us both ... at the same time. Magic," she said in wonder. 

"Jenny ... I have a serious question for you," he said, looking intensely at her.

"What?" she searched his face.

"It's about children ... I mean ... more children. You know I love Nikki. The truth is I love kids, period. Would you consider ... having more?" he asked cautiously.

"Oh Tom." she said, tears forming in her eyes. "I would love to have your children. Just don't wait too long. I'm not getting any younger," she smiled through her tears.

"There's just one complication, Jen," he said. "I promised Nikki I would ask her permission if I wanted to marry you. I'll have to talk to her in the morning."

"Unless I'm very much mistaken, you're going to get a very loud, happy yes," she laughed. "But thank you for thinking of her. That moment on the deck tonight was something that I will never forget." 

"She's my other special lady," he said.

"Tom ..."

"Hmmm ..."

"Shouldn't we get started on that next child?" she said coquettishly. 

"I thought you'd never ask," he grinned, rolling her up completely on the bed and gently pulling the sash on her robe. 

He had stripped to his jockey shorts awaiting her return, and she was naked under her robe. He slowly pulled the robe apart revealing her flawless body to the low amber light in the small cabin. 

He bent to kiss her and then slowly his mouth moved down the side of her neck to her throat, then shoulders and finally to her breasts. His fingers traced the outline of her areolas while his lips plucked at her nipples, first one, then the other. Jenny's back arched, her eyes were mere slits, and a soft moan passed her lips. 

Tom's hand softly stroked her abdomen and then gradually slipped further down to her soft, downy patch and began to slowly and gently rub her slit. Jenny's reaction was building as her hips began to move, first imperceptibly, then lifting and almost rotating rhythmically. His forefinger softly probed her labia and gradually entered her, passing the quickly moistening inner lips and then searching above her much lubricated opening for her clitoris. Jenny's response intensified and her moans became more audible.

"Now Tom ... I'm ready now ... please ... now," she moaned softly.

Tom removed his hand and rolled Jenny on top of him. Her eyes were unfocused and partially closed, and her breathing more irregular. He pushed the front of his jockey shorts down below his scrotum, freeing his stiffening cock and lifted Jenny's hips while she moved her knees forward. 

She was poised awaiting his erection, and it was a now familiar act. She would slowly allow herself to be impaled on his rigid organ. It was no surprise to Tom that she chose a slow, erotically stimulating dance toward their mutual climax. 

Jenny's entire consciousness was centered on her vagina as she concentrated on moving Tom's thick manhood further and further into her. Tom watched with detachment as Jenny surrendered herself to her erotic desires. He held her hips in his powerful hands and almost imperceptibly began to move his hips upward, increasing the penetration with each stroke and then withdrawing slightly each time. Jenny's head was beside Tom's and she lifted it slightly to kiss him, her fingers laced together across the top of Tom's head. 

"Oh Tommy ... I love you ...I love you so much," she mumbled. "Make us a baby, Tommy ... please."

Tom smiled and kissed her cheek and stroked her butt cheeks with his hands as his erection was now almost completely enveloped by her. He began to increase his hip movement and was thrusting more quickly and forcefully into her. Jenny began to react, and her head was moving more erratically. 

She was now making whooshing noises as pushed herself against Tom's thrusts. Tom could feel her butt muscles clenching in rhythm as he continued his powerful strokes. Her vaginal muscles were also contracting and heightening Tom's sensual enjoyment. Tom knew that Jenny was beginning to build toward an orgasm while he wasn't there yet. 

Jenny began to writhe and Tom once again increased the tempo, then slowly slid a finger above his pulsing member and began to stroke her clit. There was an almost instantaneous reaction from Jenny as she crooned a strange tuneless song ending in another cry as she expressed her orgasm. She shook for a few moments and then her knees collapsed and she slumped under Tom, lying motionless for some time. 

Tom stroked her body with his hands and kissed her forehead. Her nose, eyes and lips were buried in the crook of Tom's neck and her breathing had finally slowed to a more normal rate. Tom could feel her eyelashes flicker finally and he knew she was coming back from her "voyage." 

After a few minutes, Jenny lifted her head and smiled at her husband-to-be. 

"Hi," she said groggily.

"Hi," he replied simply, smiling at her satisfied smile.

"You done?" she asked.

"Are you?" he returned.

"I could go for another visit to outer space," she smiled.

"The rocket is loaded and ready," he said.

"So let's blast off then," she said, stretching and pushing herself up beside Tom's chest. 

They began again, this time with Jenny moving on all fours beside Tom and inviting him to take her from behind. Tom finally removed his underwear and moved behind her, grasping her hips and using her hand to guide him to her slick, welcoming entrance. 

He pushed carefully forward again to enter her. The resistance was much less and her generous natural fluids made his passage a smooth, single stroke. Jenny looked back at him and playfully wiggled her ass to tease him and Tom responded with a gentle slap on her butt.

"Oh, wife abuse ... already!" she mocked.

"We're not married yet," he smirked. "It's just simple assault." 

"Oh yeah!" she said. "More like assault with a deadly weapon!"

Tom smiled but didn't respond. He was seeking that special spot they had discovered early in their lovemaking, the place that would give Jenny her most profound orgasm. 

For several minutes, the only sound was the squishing, liquid sound as he smoothly stroked in and out of her.

"There ... there it is Tom," she finally moaned. 

Tom began to increase the pressure as he entered her, his rigid organ reaching for the top of her vagina. He was pushing more forcefully into her and then withdrawing more quickly until only the head remained in her. He began to feel his own changes, a tightening of his scrotum, a tingling sensation that signaled the beginning of his orgasm. He knew he had little time to bring Jenny to her desired completion. 

Jenny could feel the changes in both herself and Tom and patiently waited as her orgasm built from within. This was not an ordinary release, but something special they had discovered for themselves. He had found her 'G spot' and the quality and nature of the orgasm was nothing like the ones she had experienced before. She couldn't expect one every time, yet Tom would make it happen if he could. She felt the continuing building of sensation and knew that it would happen this time. 

And then it overcame her. She felt the breath go out of her and knew she had made some sound but wasn't conscious of what it was. Her eyes were open wide but she wasn't seeing anything, at least nothing she recognized. It was almost like an out-of-body experience as she drifted into some other existence. 

She had no idea how long it lasted nor could she describe what it was she felt, but she knew is was the most satisfying feeling she had ever experienced. As she came back from her semi-narcotic state, she felt an overwhelming sense of peace and physical pleasure. Somewhere along the way, Tom had joined her on her travels and they were together in soul as well as body. 

Tom lay on his side, still inside Jenny as he spooned into her body. He knew she had orgasmed from that special place again, and he was happy for her. Her acceptance of his marriage proposal was the high on which he would end this day. Like Jenny, he had no doubt Nikki would approve, but he had promised her he would ask for her permission, and he would keep that promise. It was his last conscious thought of the day.

-0-

The first sound Jenny heard was Tom pulling on his shorts and then his 'Matron' sweatshirt. He slipped on his sandals, turned, bent and gave Jenny a soft kiss on her cheek. Jenny looked over at the small clock on the wall. It was just after seven.

"Don't you ever sleep in?" she asked groggily.

"Oh yeah, but I have something I need to do," he smiled. "Nikki's up. I heard her a few minutes ago wandering around, so now's my chance to talk to her alone."

"Hmmmm," was Jenny's languid response as her eyes closed again.

Tom quietly opened the cabin door and slipped out, closing it again without a sound. He saw Nikki sitting at the Galley table, still dressed in her pajamas, looking at one of the books she had brought with her.

"Good morning," Tom said in a whisper. "Are we the only ones up?"

Nikki nodded and asked, "Is there anything to eat?"

"Let me have a look," Tom replied. 

He opened a few cupboard doors and looked to see what he could find for the young girl's breakfast. One of the upper cabinets had a couple of boxes of cereal and some bowls.

"Cheerios or Wheat Crisps, Nikki?"

"Cheerios please," Nikki replied, not looking up. 

Tom opened the small refrigerator and found the milk. A drawer alongside the sink produced a spoon. He was in business. He prepared the cereal and put it down in front of Nikki and sat on the bench opposite.

"Nikki," Tom began. "Do you remember that I promised you I would talk to you if your Mom and I wanted to get married?"

"Uh huh," Nikki replied, looking at Tom across the top of her spoonful of cereal.

"Well, last night I asked your Mom if she would marry me and we could be a family," he said seriously.

"What did she say?" Nikki asked; equally seriously.

"She said yes. But I promised I would ask you too, so that's what I'm doing," Tom continued. "Is it OK if I marry your Mom, Nikki?"

"Sure! You love her don't you?" she said matter-of-factly.

"I really do. I love you too Nikki. I'm a really lucky guy if I can have both of you in my family," he said sincerely.

Nikki smiled that honest little-girl smile. "Will you be my Dad?"

"Yes Nikki, I'll be your Dad," Tom replied with a tear forming in his eyes.

"Cool!" Nikki said simply, and went back to eating her cereal.

Tom reached over and stroked her head, touched his finger to his lips and placed the remote kiss on her forehead. He stood up and climbed the three stairs to the afterdeck out into the morning air.

"That was harder than I thought," he thought as he allowed himself to relax and breath again. 

Ten minutes later, Tom went below and made coffee. He thought he heard some stirring in the master stateroom, but so far no one had put in an appearance. He found the mugs and pulled out four, searched for and found the sugar, and poured some cream into a small container he found in a cupboard. By the time he had poured his coffee and stirred in the cream, Steve quietly appeared from the master stateroom.

"Mornin'," he said smiling. "You're up early!"

"Yeah, had an important meeting with Nikki," he winked. "Coffee's ready. I'll be up on deck." he said.

Steve was only a minute behind Tom and sat with him on the afterdeck cushions.

"Well?"

"I asked her and she said yes ... I mean ... I asked both of them and both of them said yes," Tom stammered.

"Congratulations," Steve said, reaching out to shake his friend's hand.

"Thanks," he replied. 

"I think it's going to be harder to tell Mom than it was to ask Jenny," he said ruefully. 

"She kept bugging me to bring her over and I kept putting her off. She going to be pissed she didn't get a vote," he laughed.

"You think there's any problem?" Steve asked seriously.

"No, none at all. It's not like Jenny's a stranger. They've met her at the furniture store and bought some things from her. It's just that I'm sure Mom would have liked to have given her formal approval before I asked her."

"And your Dad?"

"He votes with Mom on this kind of thing. No problem that I can see. Hell, I waited long enough for the right one to come along. I expect they'll be happy and go to work on Vinnie now," he laughed.

A sleepy looking Ingrid poked her head above the hatchway stairs and slowly stepped up onto the afterdeck. She was carrying her coffee and yawned as she plunked herself down on the cushion next to Steve. Steve leaned over and kissed her cheek and she smiled sleepily.

"Mornin' Babe," Steve said quietly.

"Hmmmm," was Ingrid's reply. She turned her head and kissed Steve and then leaned her head on his shoulder.

"I see your wife is a morning person," Tom laughed.

Tom could hear Jenny's voice below and after a minute or so, she appeared in the companionway with her obligatory cup of coffee in hand.

"Well, it seems that all the members of the coffee club are in attendance at last," Steve observed.

"Our bodies might be here, but I wouldn't bet on our minds," Jenny replied blearily. 

"Don't you think you've got something to tell us, Jenny?" Steve suggested with an arched look.

Jenny blushed and looked down into her coffee cup.

"I suppose our secret is already out anyway," Jenny said quietly.

"Tom proposed last night and I accepted," she continued with a smile.

Ingrid snapped to alert, jumped up, spilling half her coffee and rushed to Jenny's side.

"Oh, that's wonderful, Jen. I'm so happy for both of you," she enthused, giving her a big hug. 

"Does Nikki know? When's the wedding? Did you get a ring?" she fired in staccato fashion, moving to Tom to give him a congratulatory hug and kiss.

"I asked Nikki's permission this morning and she said yes," Tom smiled. 

"As for the rest, we haven't decided on a date and we're going to the jeweler of Jen's choice on Monday to find a ring." 

"This boat is going to have quite a romantic reputation," Ingrid smiled. 

"First Steve and I, and then you two."

Nikki appeared at the top of the companionway and looked around curiously. She had gotten dressed and was wearing jeans and her new, very bulky 'Matron' sweatshirt. 

"What are you guys talking about?" she asked as she crossed the deck and sat beside Ingrid.

"Your mom and Tom are getting married," Ingrid said brightly, giving Nikki a hug.

"Yeah, I know. Tom told me this morning. I said it was OK," she stated with a straight face and a positive nod of her head.

"I think you had better start calling your new dad 'Dad', don't you think," Jenny suggested.

"Yeah. Is it OK even if you aren't married yet?"

"Sure, Nikki, it's great with me," Tom said smiling.

"Do I get to go to the wedding?" Nikki asked seriously.

"Of course!" Jenny said quickly. "You'll be the maid of honor."

"I will?" she looked surprised. "What do I have to do?"

"Don't worry, it isn't hard," Jenny said soothingly. "But you get a special dress and you get to be in the pictures."

"Yippee! I can't wait. When is it going to be Mom?" she asked, now excited.

"Soon, but we have to get a church and then we'll know what the date will be," Jenny continued.

Tom sat on the cushion wearing a seemingly permanent smile. His arms were now wrapped around both his "girls." 

Steve stood up and asked who wanted breakfast and three yes votes were followed with a "what are we having?" from Nikki.  "How about "Eggs Benny" for the adults and some scrambled eggs for Nikki?" he asked.

He quickly secured the unanimous approval of all hands.

"I'll give you a hand, Steve," Jenny offered.

"Thanks, Jen. Give me a couple of minutes to get organized and then we can get started," he suggested. 

"Tom, why don't you pass around the coffee pot and I can get another one on the go."

Within a few minutes, wonderful aromas were wafting up the companionway from the galley, and the group's latent hunger was beginning to surface.

Ingrid set up the table on the afterdeck and two small portable tables for Nikki and the condiments. 

Their breakfast was consumed with gusto, and there was much talk about the forthcoming wedding. Ingrid was preening with pride over her perceptive matchmaking skills, while Tom was thinking out loud about the housing arrangements, announcing to his parents, and other practical issues. 

Jenny needled Tom about a honeymoon, and Nikki wanted to know if she could have the basement bedroom and bathroom when they moved to Tom's house. They were a happy group, and Steve had to force himself to get the boat ready to turn back to Fisherman's Cove. Ingrid and Jenny volunteered to look after the dishes with Nikki offering to help as well. Tom and Steve went about getting ready to move out of the small bay and head down the Gulf. 

By noon, the 'Matron' was well along the southern part of the Sunshine Coast and heading for a small bay near Gibson's Landing for a lunch break. Tom had replaced Ingrid as the alternate helmsman, and although he didn't have the deft touch of Steve's partner, he could manage to keep the boat on course and the sails taut. The sun had finally broken through the scattered cloud and the temperature had been rising steadily. 




Jenny Ch. 04



Ingrid and Jenny had spent most of the morning planning the wedding and comparing notes on other "women's issues" at the same time. They had become good friends over the past six years and truly enjoyed each other's company. The same could be said for Tom and Steve. Tom admired Steve's business acumen and had benefited from some of his recommendations since he had asked Steve to become his financial advisor. 

But Tom was even more envious of his skills in the kitchen. Every meal seemed to be special, and Tom loved good food. Any dinner invitation to Steve and Ingrid's home was eagerly accepted. He was delighted that Jenny was a good cook, not chef quality like Steve, but good nonetheless. He idly thought about asking Steve where he learned to cook, and then put it on hold as he remembered all that would be happening in his life in the next few weeks. He was inordinately happy and wanted to savor the moment.

The afternoon passed uneventfully, but the mood on the boat was upbeat and cheerful. Jenny realized how happy and excited she was as a delayed reaction from Tom's proposal last night. Tom was equally euphoric and took every opportunity to embrace Jenny and express his affection and love for her. 

Nikki amused herself with the telescope and playing with the toys that she had brought with her. She too was happy as she knew that Tom would be her new 'dad' and she could see that her mom was very happy. That made her happy too. 

As the boat approached Fisherman's Cove, Steve broke out a bottle of Moet Champagne, popped the cork and passed around the flutes to all, including Nikki. Nikki's portion would be Ginger Ale, but she joined the others gathered in the wheelhouse to toast the engagement of her mother and Tom. 

Later, Tom and Jenny huddled and discussed the timing of telling his and her parents of the engagement. First priority was Tom's parents and they decided that this evening would be best. Steve had suggested they would be back at Fisherman's by five and that would give them time to visit the Blanton parents about eight that evening. Tom thought about calling ahead to make sure they would be home, but decided against it. He was sure they would be, and didn't want to give away the surprise. 

He and Jenny talked privately about their plan to have more children.

"I guess we were a little premature last night, Tom," Jenny smiled.

"How do you mean?"

"I forgot that it takes about two to four weeks after I stop taking the pill before I can likely become pregnant," she said.

"Well, at least we got some practice?" he chuckled.

"Hmmmm ...," Jenny mused. "We can even make some choices about when to try, you know ... right away, or after we are married," she said thoughtfully.

"Well, like I've said before, ladies choice," he smiled, nuzzling against her ear and neck. 

"Maybe when we know our wedding date, it will be easier to decide."

"Yeah, that's probably right," she agreed. "You're pretty smart ... for a guy."

"Thanks ... I think," he grinned.

They arrived back at the dock just before five and by six, they were at Tom's house. They had said their good-byes to Steve and Ingrid and thanked them profusely for the wonderful weekend. While Tom showered and changed, Jenny made a couple of sandwiches for Nikki and Tom. She was too nervous to eat and poured herself a glass of white wine, hoping it would calm her down a bit. 

Nikki was obviously tired from the trip, but no sitter would be available at that late date, and so she would join them on the short trip. Besides, Tom wanted her there. She was very important to him and his new family. 

Jenny found some fresh clothes from the stash she had already moved to the bedroom closet, and headed for the bathroom. A glass of wine and a good soak in the tub on her agenda. At just after seven thirty, they got into Tom's truck and headed for the Blanton home, less than ten minutes away.

When Tony Blanton opened the front door of his home, he was a bit startled to see Tom with Jenny and her young daughter. He didn't grasp the significance, simply assuming that Tom had finally brought Jenny along to visit. The greetings were warm and they all walked together from the foyer to the kitchen where Louise was finishing putting away the dinner dishes. She looked around in surprise at Tony and the visitors and smiled broadly as she recognized Jenny and Nikki.

"Oh Tom, we didn't expect you tonight," she said. "You should have called and you could have come for dinner."

"We just got back from our weekend on the boat and needed to clean up, Mom." 

"Well, it doesn't matter," Louise said. "Welcome Jenny. I'm so glad you could finally come," she said sincerely as she hugged Jenny. "And this must be Nikki. Hello, Nikki, nice to meet you."

"Hi," Nikki said simply. She was a bit shy during the introductions.

"Come and sit in the living room," Louise said as she herded the group out of the kitchen. 

"Would anyone like a drink or something to eat?" she asked.

"No thanks Mom, we just had something before we came over here," Tom said a bit nervously.

"Actually, Mom, we came because there's something important you will want to hear," he continued.

"Last night I asked Jenny to marry me as she said yes," he said, letting his breath go as he finished.

"Oh ... Oh ... Oh Tom ... that's wonderful," she said as her eyes lit up. 

She jumped up and rushed over to hug her oldest son, and then turned to Jenny. 

"Oh Jenny, I am so, so happy for you," she said as she wrapped Jenny in a bear hug. 

She then turned to Nikki and held her hands and smiled. "Nikki, welcome to our family," she said sincerely. 

"At last," she said with tears in her eyes, "At last I get to be a Grandma!"

Tony stood with a stunned look on his face which gradually turned into a beaming smile. 

"Well, it's about time, Tom," he grinned. "I was beginning to wonder if I would live to see this day. I must say, I like your taste in brides." 

He walked to Jenny, gave her a warm hug and a kiss. 

"Welcome, Jenny. I am so happy Tom has found you. I think he's a very lucky guy," he said sincerely. 

"Nikki, come over a give your new Grandpa a hug and a kiss."

Nikki had been watching the proceedings without saying anything. She was a bit overwhelmed by the emotions of her new grandparents and all the noise of the raised, happy voices. She liked the voice of her new Grandpa. It was deep and friendly and she knew she would like him. She happily went to him to give him his requested hug and kiss. 

Her new Grandma was much livelier and she was very happy, so that was OK too. As things started to calm down, Nikki sought refuge in a rocking chair near the front window and quietly watched and rocked the chair as everyone seemed to be talking at the same time.

As the hubbub and excitement died down, and Tony had passed around a celebratory drink, Tom looked over to the rocking chair and saw that Nikki was fast asleep. He nudged his mother and smiled as he indicated the young girl.

"Aw, the poor dear," his mother said sympathetically. "She must be exhausted. How does she feel about all this, Tom?"

"Well, Mom, I had made an agreement with her weeks ago that if I wanted to marry her mother, I would also ask for her permission too. So, first thing this morning, I asked her and she was fine with it." 

"What would you have done if she had said no?" his mother asked.

Tom paused and looked at her with a wrinkled grin. "I don't know. I never thought of that happening."

Shortly after ten that evening, Tom picked up a sleeping Nikki and he and Jenny made their way out to the car. His mother and father walked with them, and Tom was pleased that they were so happy for both Jenny and him. They said their goodnights and headed back to Tom's house. 

Jenny put Nikki to bed and headed for the kitchen. 

"I need something to eat. Do you want anything Tom?" 

"No, Jen. I'm fine," he replied sleepily.

He wrapped his arms around his bride-to-be and nuzzled her neck.

"I am one lucky guy," he said softly.

"I feel the same," Jenny said, smiling

"You think I'm a lucky guy too?" 

"No ... I mean ... I feel lucky too," she laughed.

"Can I count on you being here every night?" he asked.

"I'd like that, Tom," she said, turning in his arms. "Waking up every morning with you will be lovely," she smiled.

"I might be late for work a few times," he said lightly.

"I think your men can spare you for a few minutes now and then." 

"When do you want to move?" 

"Tomorrow ... maybe after we look for a ring?" 

"Hmmmm ... first things first, eh! Come on girl ... time for bed. We have to go to work in the morning."

"You go ahead. I'm going to finish my sandwich and tidy up. I'll be along soon," she said, kissing his cheek.

When she finally finished in the bathroom a few minutes later, Tom was fast asleep. She smiled a satisfied smile, gently stroked his hair, kissed his forehead and turned out the night table lamp. Sleep came almost immediately.



Jenny Ch. 05



This is a re-post of an original story from 2007. It has been re-edited for punctuation, grammar and readability. I hope I was successful.

*

Their wedding took place in the little United Church at the west end of the Village on a sunny Saturday afternoon in October. Jenny's parents had come from Calgary a few days earlier, and were staying with Tony and Louise at the Blanton house. The two sets of parents had taken an instant liking to each other and were getting along famously. 

Perhaps, Jenny thought, because they were so much alike. Unpretentious, upbeat, and obviously happily married. It took a great deal of pressure off both Jenny and Tom to see them comfortable with their new 'parents' as they called themselves. 

Jenny hadn't seen much of her parents in the last year as they only came to the coast to visit in the early summer. She had been to Calgary for a day in mid-August on her way through to Winnipeg on a buying trip with Mr. McDonald, but she had only been able to spend a few hours with them. She did tell them in detail of her relationship with Tom, and her expectation that they would marry. They were happy for her, and seemed more confident that this marriage was right for her. Meeting Tom and his family only confirmed that belief. 

Vincent was the best man, and Nikki was Maid of Honor. Vinnie was a little the worse for wear, having partied somewhat recklessly the night before at what was to be Tom's stag. Tom, knowing his limits, was much more circumspect, and cruised the last half of the evening. He knew tomorrow would be stressful, and sleeping alone in his bed tonight wouldn't help any. 

Jenny had insisted that they keep up appearances for this one night at least, and was staying at the Inhalt's for the night. Nikki stayed with her grandparents at the Blanton house, and would meet up with her mother tomorrow morning at the hairdressers. She was excited when she saw her new satin gown in pale green. It was beautiful and even more exciting because it was the same as her mom's new gown.

It was a quiet, short ceremony with fifty or so guests in the church. The reception was held in the Community Hall in West Bay, and naturally was catered under the supervision of Steve Inhalt. 

It was a happy occasion for both families, but no more so than for Jenny and Tom. Each had waited a long time for the right person to come along, and now they were together. Ingrid was also especially enjoying this moment, having been the catalyst for their meeting in the first place. Few, if any of the attendees would leave without knowing she had put them together. 

Their honeymoon would be two weeks in London and Paris with a couple of side trips in each location. It would be Tom and Jenny's first trip to Europe, and they were excited at the prospect. 

Nikki was in school of course, and would stay with Tom's parents while they were away. She was disappointed that she couldn't go with them, and didn't understand what a honeymoon was really about. 

Tom had suggested to Jenny that they take the week after Christmas and go to Disneyland with Nikki as a make-up. Jenny agreed and Nikki was delighted. She was already counting the days. 

Tom and Jenny enjoyed every minute of their honeymoon. They explored the tourist hotspots during the day, and their bedroom hotspots at night. For Jenny, it was a dream come true. She had married the man of her dreams. Tom was everything and more that she could want in a husband and lover. 

Her joy at his genuine love of Nikki, and their mutual desire for more children, was just more proof of how wonderful her life had become in such a short time. She hoped that she would have some special news for him soon.

Too soon their trip would be over and they would return to their regular lives, but there would be many happy memories of their honeymoon.

- 0 -

As they pushed their luggage cart out of the Canada Customs area, Tom looked for familiar faces waiting in the lower lobby of the airport. Finally, he spotted Vinnie, and then his mother, and beside her, Nikki. Vinnie waved and Tom acknowledged the younger brother's salute. They slowly walked through the arriving throng and met the group. 

Tom and Jenny hugged Louise and Nikki, and Tom thanked Vinnie for coming to get them. He noticed the dark circles under his mother's eyes and the somber expression on her face after greeting them. He looked at Vinnie and could read nothing. 

"Mom, are you OK?" he asked. "Where's Dad?"

Louise burst into tears and reached out to hug her eldest son.

"You father is at home," she sobbed. "He's sick, Tom. He had a stroke."

"What! When?" he asked intently.

"About ten days ago. Not long after you left," Vinnie offered. 

"We didn't want to bother you on your honeymoon and there wasn't anything that you could do for him here."

"You said he's home?" Tom asked, turning back to his mother.

"Yes. He's resting and you can see him this afternoon," Louise said in a trembling voice. "We didn't want to spoil your honeymoon, Tom," she continued. "That's why we didn't try and find you." 

Jenny reached out to Tom's mother and held her closely.

"I'm so sorry, Louise. This must have been terrible for you," she sympathized.

"What's the prognosis, mom?" Tom asked as they headed toward the family car. "Is he going to fully recover?"

"It's too early to tell, Tom," she said, now recovering her composure. 

"They think his heart will be OK, but there's been some damage from the stroke, and that's what we can't know yet."

"What kind of damage?"

"He's lost some mobility in his left side, and his speech is slurred," Vinnie offered.

"He can't seem to think as clearly as he did before," Louise hesitated.

"It's OK mom, I'm sure he'll get better," Vinnie consoled. 

Tom was aware of a sinking feeling in his stomach. 

"I feel terrible about this," he said quietly. "We were off having a great time and all the while Dad was in trouble."

"You couldn't have done anything, Tom," Jenny said.

"Jenny's right, Tom," Louise stated emphatically. "Being here wouldn't have made a difference and you would have ruined your honeymoon. I didn't want that to happen."

All the while, Nikki had been silent, listening to the adults talk about her new Grandpa, one she had hardly gotten to know. She liked him and now he was sick. She had talked to him today and he recognized her and said her name. He had a nice voice and she hoped he would be better soon. 

She was happy her mom and Tom were home again. She missed them and she wanted to go back to her regular bedroom and eat her regular food. Besides, she was going to Disneyland after Christmas. That would be cool!

The drive home was quiet. Tom was lost in though about his father and what the implications for the business might be. Louise and Jenny tried to talk about the honeymoon but that conversation was unfocussed, and neither could muster much enthusiasm. 

Vinnie drove in silence, also thinking about the meaning of this illness and what it might mean to the company, and more importantly, to him. It had been the dominant thought in his head since his father had been stricken ten days earlier. Perhaps this was the time that they could find a buyer for the company, and he could cash in his share. 

When they arrived at his parent's home, Tom steeled himself for what he would find when he saw his father. He had conjured up some horrific scenarios in his mind, and was fearful of how he would react. Instead, he found his father sitting in his favorite chair in the living room, watching TV. He walked tentatively to his father and took his offered hand, bent to one knee and embraced him for what seemed a long time.

"How are you Dad?" he said quietly, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. 

"Hi Tawwm," he replied slowly. "Di you haf ah goo time in Pahrish?"

"Yes Dad, we had a wonderful time," he smiled. "I'm very sorry to hear about ... your illness. We didn't know." 

"Ah know Tawwm," he smiled slowly with the right side of his face. "Ah be ohkaay soon."

"Good to hear that Dad. You just take it easy and get better. Vinnie and I can look after the business."

Tom stood up and went to his mother's side. 

"How you holding up, mom?" 

"I'm OK Tom," she replied with a faint smile. "I'm getting used to the idea now. Your dad is going to be home for a while, but I don't know what to expect. We have an appointment with a physiotherapist Monday, and I think there's another evaluation scheduled for the week after next. He's getting all the best help, so ... I'm hopeful," she smiled.

"Good for you Mom." He was beginning to feel a bit better, despite the obvious handicaps his father would have to overcome. He turned to Jenny and walked to her side, putting his arm around her. 

"Not the greatest homecoming, honey," he said ruefully. "Are you OK?"

"Yes ... I'm OK. I just feel so badly for your mom and dad ... and Vinnie. What a terrible thing to happen." 

Nikki crossed the living room to stand beside her mother. She silently took her hand and looked up at Tom.

"Is Grampa Blanton going to get better?" she asked with little girl directness.

"I think so, Nikki," he replied, smiling. "It's just going to take time."

Tom moved to Vinnie who had been sitting in a chair on the other side of the room from the group.

"We'll need to have a meeting on Monday morning so that I can catch up with where we are with our projects," he said directly. "Can you get in touch with Robbie? We can meet at ten at my house, and you guys can bring me up to speed."

"Sure," was Vinnie's simple reply.

"OK, that will give me tomorrow to get back to this time zone and get the house organized for my new family," he smiled.

"When's moving day?" Vinnie asked.

"Tuesday, I hope. I could use some help." 

"I get the message," Vinnie smiled. "I'm sure I can get a couple of volunteers." 

"Thanks, Vin. I'm going to gather my gang and head for the house now. I'll see mom and dad tomorrow after we get settled."

Tom said his goodbyes to his father and mother and promised to see them tomorrow. They headed out the door to his truck, and slowly drove home. 

Jenny silently watched Tom's face as they drove the short distance from his parent's home to Tom's. She could see he was lost in thought and probably worry over his father's health, as well as his mother's ability to cope with this stressful situation.  

She was learning once again what a strong and remarkable man her new husband was as he handled this unexpected event. It was another reminder just how lucky she had been to find him, and she smiled secretly to herself at the thought.

On Sunday afternoon, Jenny and Nikki packed up their clothes and personal items from their former home, piled them in the back of her Corolla, and brought them up to their new home. 

Nikki had insisted that she remain in the basement bedroom, and not the second bedroom near her parents. She liked her freedom and independence in the lower suite. It even had its own TV. 

Jenny quickly made some rules that applied to when the TV could be on, and keeping the small bathroom clean. Her bedroom had an intercom, and its other receiver was in the kitchen. Jenny showed Nikki how to use it. Nikki was thrilled that she had her own communications system. 

On Sunday, Tom went back to his parent's home on his own. He wanted to talk to his dad, specifically about the future direction of their company. It would be a long and painfully slow conversation, but Tom knew it was important. He had no illusions about what Vinnie wanted: the sale of the business for cash. 

Tom wanted to continue the business as is, but knew he would need the support of both his parents as well as recruit at least one more manager, and possibly two. 

Robbie Delgado had proven to be a godsend. He was bright, exceptionally hardworking and properly grounded in the business. He handled his men well and despite his diminutive size, was respected and listened to. His crew regularly met their targets, and easily outperformed Vinnie's crew.

Vinnie continued to be a problem for Tom. He obviously resented his father putting Tom in charge of the business in the field. To Vinnie, it was unfair. He was a brother too, and now he was reduced to crew chief. Worse than that, Tom was constantly on him about his crew's performance, always comparing him to that shrimp kid, Robbie. 

Vinnie had more absenteeism than Robbie's crew, and they seldom got jobs done on schedule without having to work expensive overtime, or Tom having to divert resources from his other jobs. In his heart, he wanted to sell the business and just take the cash for his quarter share. With a quarter million dollars or so, he could find something else to do with his life, something that would be a lot more fun than slaving for his workaholic brother.

Tom was not confident that he could fulfill the role at which his father was so masterful. The elder Blanton's skills were public relations, regulatory agency negotiations (building inspectors), and project selection decisions. 

Tom's expertise was the ability to manage the business in the field. It would be taxing his time, and if Vinnie continued to be an underachiever, it would tax the company's resources as well. 

He reminded himself to talk to Steve Inhalt again about his options on revising the corporate structure. It was a touchy subject, buying out Vinnie's share. He dare not talk about it with his parents yet, and would not raise the subject unless it was absolutely necessary. One role he could not take on was family patriarch.

In bed that night, Jenny propped herself up on one elbow and gently ran her fingers over Tom's naked chest. 

"Are you OK Tom?" she asked quietly.

"I guess so. I'm not sure. I'm still upset about dad." He looked at Jenny and smiled. "Thank God you're here. It's like having a life guard standing by." 

He turned toward her and raised his hand to her face. Jenny moved across and kissed him softly on his forehead. Tom gazed at her in a look of love and complete comfort. 

"I loved our honeymoon, Tom," she said softly. "But I'm glad to be back in our home together. 

"Me too, Jen." 

He turned toward her and his arm went across her back and his hand stroked her slowly. No words were spoken as he drew his fingers across the sides of Jenny's breasts and then downward to her hip. Jenny's hand moved behind his head and she pulled him toward a deep and sensual kiss, her tongue gliding over his lower lip and then into his mouth. 

He responded in kind and his hand now grasped her butt and squeezed it firmly. Jenny rolled back and turned off the night table lamp, leaving only Tom's small lamp to light the room. Tom draped his t-shirt over the lamp to reduce the lighting even further. 

Jenny smiled at the now familiar scene, and her free hand slipped down and softly gripped his manhood. She began a slow stroking movement and within a few seconds, he began to feel a familiar reaction as he became erect. She could do that to him on almost any occasion and when it wasn't enough, usually after two or three rapid sexual encounters, she would use her oral skills to bring him to life. 

Tonight would be their first since their return, and with the troubling events of the day, she knew she should be patient, and gentle, and loving. There would be no "Jumpin' Jenny" tonight. 

Tom rolled over onto his back again and closed his eyes as Jenny began to bring him to full arousal. He felt relaxed for the first time since he had arrived at the airport earlier yesterday. His lovely young bride would look after him. She was his new partner, and he thanked the gods every day for finding her. He felt her rise and move her leg over his lower body and hover above him. He opened his eyes and looked into her beautiful, smiling face. 

She dipped down and kissed him on his lips and cheeks and forehead and neck and shoulders and chest in little, intimate touches. His hands moved to her hips and his back arched as he rose toward her. Her knees moved further apart and she began to lower herself, searching for his erection with her now ready sex. 

Tom used his hand to place the head of his member on her slit, and began to stroke it back and forth. He used the forefinger of his other hand to enter her pussy, and found it already well lubricated. She was ready and he pulled her into his embrace as she steadily pushed herself onto him. They found each other's rhythm easily, and began a slow, languid journey together.

Jenny had begun to adjust to Tom's preference to have her on top of him when they made love. His member was much thicker than she had ever experienced, and he was mindful that it took a bit of time for her to get used to the tightness and pressure she felt as he entered her. He was very conventional and somewhat inexperienced at first, and only her occasional wild moments revealed another world of sexual pleasure to him. 

Their original encounter that first night of wanton passion, when all the pent up emotion and frustration was released in one incredible, explosive moment. Since then, he had laughingly called her "Jumpin' Jenny," a complement to her energy and inventiveness. She had hidden this raucous side of her personality for a long time, and it was only with Tom that she had let loose this suppressed, erotic behavior. 

Tom had decided that it was the special spice of their relationship, the thing that would keep their love life exciting and alive for many years. Jenny had delighted in Tom's easy acceptance of her hidden sexual persona. His conservative nature was melting away, and yet he never for a second stopped thinking of her pleasure and comfort. He was a powerful lover as well as a powerful man, and there was never a moment when Jenny would be wanting for gratification.

- 0 -

Vinnie and Robbie Delgado arrived at Tom's house promptly at ten, Monday morning. While Tom had some idea of what had been happening in his absence, he needed a formal updating to decide where all the resources should be placed. As usual, Vinnie gave a loose verbal report based on some hand written notes while Robbie had a computer printed detailed report of activities over the past two weeks. 

Tom had a clipboard with the critical path notes for each job and awaited the updating of each crew chief. Vinnie covered his job off, indicating they were now three or four days behind schedule and were having trouble with suppliers not arriving in a timely fashion. He had used both Saturdays in Tom's absence for overtime to try and catch up, but little had been gained. 

Tom thought to himself that the problem was with a lack of planning on Vinnie's part, rather than the suppliers. I was too easy to blame the suppliers when you didn't give them enough lead time.

Robbie's report was comprehensive and better still, his projects were on time. Robbie had picked up Tom's smaller renovation project during Tom's honeymoon and had effectively supervised both crews. 

"Thank goodness for Robbie," Tom thought. 

They discussed an injury to one of Vinnie's crew and looked for ways to cover off while the worker was away recovering from a nasty cut. The worker had been using a utility knife to cut plastic strapping and it had slipped on the slick polypropylene surface and cut deeply into his forearm. He would be off work for at least ten days to two weeks. Once again, it was an entirely preventable accident with a worker employing an improper procedure on a simple task. The proper tool, wire cutters, was in his apron when he cut himself. 

Tom knew that the time was rapidly approaching when he would have to sit down with his brother and have a heart-to-heart about his performance, and his seeming lack of interest in his job. 

Vinnie was cutting a wide swath through the young ladies in town, and night clubs seemed to be his second home. He was slow maturing, and with a lot of money for a young man in his mid-twenties, he was not acting very responsibly. He had been given the same single share as Tom, while Louise and Tony each held the other two shares. 




Jenny Ch. 05



Moreover, Vinnie resented the constant monitoring of his performance, and the obvious success of Robbie Delgado. He wasn't enjoying his work, and looked for any reason to be off the jobsite. He hated overtime as much as Tony and Tom, but for a different reason. It cut into his playtime. 

Tony Blanton had built the business slowly and carefully, and knew that the reputation they had earned was responsible for much of their success. He had often preached to both his sons that the only real equity they had in the business was their reputations. 

Tom had understood this truth from the beginning, while Vinnie thought it was just words. After all, the business was going better than ever before. There was enough work for well into next year, and future customers were waiting for a slot. 

Tom was unwilling to simply let things go on as they had been. It was too much work to try and keep up both his end and Vinnie's as well. Now, with his father off the job, there would be even more pressure on him. He couldn't let the status quo become their operating mode.

Shortly after Tom and Jenny had announced their engagement, Tom had a meeting with Steve Inhalt, his personal business consultant and financial advisor, and Frank McCauley, a well known business lawyer in Vancouver. The purpose of the meeting was to explore a potentially explosive option in the Blanton family. Tom would buy Vinnie's share. 

It was not technically difficult, but politically tricky, and more importantly, brought all the family forces into play. Tom knew that Vinnie would opt to sell the business if he could get the support of at least one other family member. A fifty-fifty vote would force the issue and most like cause the dissolution of the business. 

To head this possibility off, Tom thought the best option, failing to convince Vinnie to participate more effectively in the business, was to buy him out. The real question would be the worth of a share? For that answer, Tom needed the help of Steve and Frank.

During the time that Tom and Jenny were in Europe, Steve had researched the business value. Frank had been authorized by Tom to discuss the worth of the business with potential, previously identified buyers. Steve made discreet inquiries, and background discussions helped him start to set a likely price. All of this had been done without the knowledge of any of the other three family members. 

The problem as Steve saw it was to convince Vinnie that the valuation was valid. He was concerned that the youngest Blanton son might have an unrealistic idea of the worth of the business. 

Tom knew this could be destructive to the family if it wasn't done properly. He needed some leverage on Vinnie to help persuade him to be reasonable throughout this process. 

On the Friday after they had returned from Europe, Tom called Steve Inhalt and suggested a progress meeting with Frank. Steve agreed to set up the meeting for an evening early the following week. He called Tom back later that day to confirm seven pm, Tuesday, at Steve's home.

At seven fifteen on the following Tuesday evening, Steve poured a glass of red wine for both Tom and Frank, and the meeting was under way. Frank made some basic suggestions on methodology of any sale/purchase agreement, and had a couple of useful suggestions on how to validate the value estimates of the shares. 

He also put forward the idea that Vinnie might come forward with an offer for the business from an as yet unknown party. If that were to happen, any offer must be validated and the potential buyer vetted before the offer would be accepted as a legitimate price valuation. Frank agreed to draw up these "rules" in a formal version which would be presented to any prospective buyer, as well as Vinnie. 

Steve then took over the next portion of the meeting to discuss what he and Frank had learned about the potential sale price of the business. 

"We have two very different scenarios, Tom," Steve began.

"First, the sale of the business that includes most, if not all of the current management and employees. It's pretty clear that anyone who wants to buy this business wants the people that made it a success. They recognize that your Father and Mother wouldn't be part of the sale, but you in particular, Tom, are considered the principal asset of this business as a going concern," he said bluntly. 

"What about Vinnie?" Tom asked.

"Strangely, his name was almost never mentioned," Steve said. "In fact, some of the people I talked to didn't know there was another brother. Unfortunately, those who did know him, or of him, had also heard of his ... playboy reputation."

"What's the second option?" 

"Second is the sale of the business without the management group. I assumed that the regular employees would probably stay, or at least most of them," Steve continued.

"This price would be considerably less than the first option. In fact, it would almost halve the value," he said matter-of-factly.

"On top of that, there would be a non-compete clause insisted upon to keep you from re-entering the business for five years. Not a very favorable option in my view," he concluded.

"So Steve, what kind of number does option one present," Frank asked.

"Well, I have to say that there are some wrinkles about how the money would be paid. You know, the usual shares versus cash, and over what period of time the sale price would be paid out. However, all things considered, most of the buyers seem to think your little family business is worth something north of two million," Steve said.

"Holy shit! I had no idea," Tom exclaimed. "We've just got a couple of back hoes, trailers, saws, and some power tools," he said in confusion. "Where did that number come from?"

"Well, its best described as 'Good Will.'" Steve said. 

"It's the value the individuals in the business put into it to make it a success. Your father and mother and their two sons have built a wonderful reputation over the years, and that is the momentum for all the future business. 

"The value to a buyer is what all of you do to make the business profitable, and to give it the potential for growth. Almost every buyer confirmed that by claiming they would never change the name of the business. It's like a trademark," Steve concluded.

Tom sat silently for a while, lost in thought. Finally, he looked at Frank and Steve and said, "Well, it looks like it would cost me at least a half million to buy Vinnie out. Is that a workable option for me without getting too far in debt, Steve?"

"Yes, I think so. It will take a bit of creative financing, but I think it's doable," he stated confidently.

"OK," Tom sighed. "Thanks guys. I really appreciate all your efforts. I guess the rest is up to me now. I'll have to approach Vinnie and see what happens next." He looked gloomy at the prospect. 

"Be careful, Tom," Frank said. "Just give Vinnie the basics to begin with. You're willing to look at buying him out. You'd get professional estimates of value and share them with him. Don't discuss the people in versus people out option. Make him do a bit of work on his own. See if you can get him to give you an idea of what he thinks the business is worth."

"Yeah, thanks for the advice," Tom said. "I'm not looking forward to it, and I'm really conflicted about when and what I tell Dad and Mom."

"That I can't help you with," Frank smiled. "I don't envy you. Family businesses are very difficult and personal entities. Your situation is more common than you think. Good luck," he said, shaking Tom's hand.

Frank declined another glass of wine, and left after saying goodbye. 

Steve's wife Ingrid wandered into the room, sensing that the meeting was over. She had a proprietary interest in Tom through his new wife, Jenny. 

"Does Jenny know about this, Tom?" she asked.

"Yes, in general ... I've told her what I've been thinking," Tom said quietly. "She grasps the significance of it, and the dangers as well."

"When do you think you'll talk to Vinnie?" Steve asked.

"Maybe tomorrow, if I can get him alone and sit down with him." 

"Good luck." was Steve's only comment.



Jenny Ch. 06



This is a re-post of one of my first stories. It has been edited for punctuation, grammar, and I hope, readability.

*

Vincent "Vinnie" Blanton was not a mirror image of his older brother, Tom. In fact, the two could not be more unalike. Vinnie was two inches taller than Tom at an even six feet, but five pounds lighter at 185. While Tom had worked hard to become a talented athletic competitor, Vinnie was a natural athlete. It all came easily to him. 

He was a solid .350 hitter in Babe Ruth baseball with good speed, and a good glove in the outfield. He was slotback on his high school football team with sure hands and adequate blocking skills. He might have been a very good golfer if he had any interest in the sport. He did not. 

In fact, sports was just a pastime to him. He never really reached his potential in any of them simply because it was never very important to him. His real interest was in another sporting endeavor, scoring with the local girls. By the time Vinnie had finished high school, he had racked up an impressive number of conquests in his never-ending pursuit of pliant young ladies. 

It was almost a badge of honor for some of the girls to have become part of that scorecard. While brother Tom was a solid, studious young man, destined for post secondary education, Vinnie had no ambitions beyond high school. He would scrape through with barely a C average, and be happy to see the end of his formal education. 

As a member of the Blanton family, he possessed one full share of the four shares in T. Blanton and Sons. He was a crew chief, but answered to his brother Tom, who was appointed operations manager by his father. Vinnie rankled at this slight by his father. After all, he was a son too. Deep inside, however, Vinnie knew why his father had chosen Tom. He was the educated one, he was the organized one, and he was the "workaholic" in Vinnie's view. 

Despite this acknowledgment, Vinnie was still unhappy with the division of responsibility and wanted to end it sometime in the future. Vinnie's lifestyle since high school was work during the weekday and Saturday morning, and then play at night. 

He had been through a string of nubile young ladies in the past couple of years, but was now seeing Marcia Raymond on a regular basis. She was spending some of her nights at his apartment. She liked the idea of Vinnie's obvious free spending and enjoyed the various restaurants, clubs and casinos they frequented. Vinnie's lifestyle was almost the definition of hedonism, and he was enjoying every minute of it with the exception of the necessary work day. 

-0-

Tom passed the freshly opened beer to Vinnie and sat in the chair opposite his younger brother. They were in the kitchen of Tom's home while both Jenny and Nikki were out for the balance of the day. Tom was nervous, uncertain how to begin and get the purpose of the meeting on top of the table.

"Vinnie, I think we need to talk about you and your future with the company," Tom began.

"What do you mean ... future with the company?" Vinnie asked somewhat belligerently.

"I mean that you obviously aren't very happy with your situation and you've made it pretty clear that you would be just as happy if the business was sold, and you could cash in your share," Tom said bluntly. "Does that about sum it up?"

"I guess," he replied hesitantly. "Are you thinking of selling because of what happened to Dad?"

"No, I'm not thinking of selling at all," he said looking squarely at Vinnie. "I'm thinking of offering you a fair price for your share."

"What?"

"I'd be prepared to purchase your share from you at one quarter of the fair market value of the business," Tom said.

"How do I know what fair market price is?" Vinnie asked suspiciously.

"You would be given that information from an independent source. You would also have the right to go and get your own evaluation on the worth of the business," Tom replied.

"What if I don't like the numbers?" he asked cautiously. 

"Then you don't sell and we go on as before. As you know, the shares have never left the family," Tom concluded.

"How much do you think the business is worth?" Vinnie asked.

"Something at or over two million." 

"So my share would be a half-million?"

"That's right."

"I'll think about it," Vinnie said after a moment.

"One thing, Vinnie. I need you to be on the job full time and at top speed. With Dad off, I can't do it all myself. I need you to pull your weight," Tom said seriously.

"So you don't think I'm pulling my weight, eh?"

Tom's reply was blunt. "In a word, no!" 

"You fuck off for a couple of weeks with your woman and decide I'm not doing my job, is that it?" Vinnie spat angrily.

"Vinnie, you haven't had your head in the job for some time, a long time before I got married. All I have to do is look at the job performance reports every Monday to see the difference. I don't know what your problem is, but I can't afford to have full time people doing part-time jobs," Tom said in a level voice.

"And I suppose your midget all-star is perfect is he?" Vinnie shot back.

"The results speak for themselves," Tom said coldly. 

"Yah, well you give him all the easy jobs and I get all the shit jobs," Vinnie whined.

"OK Vinnie. Tell you what. You and Robbie change jobs for a month and let's see what the difference is. I've been thinking about doing that anyway," Tom challenged.

"Screw you, brother. I'm not falling for that." 

Tom was beginning to get angry. 

"Suit yourself, but get your job back on schedule and start thinking further ahead than fifteen minutes when it comes to ordering from the suppliers. I'm tired of the same old bullshit about how they're always late." 

"What's your problem, Tom?"

Tom was getting angrier at his brother. 

"You, Vinnie! You used to be right on top of things. Now the only thing you seem to be on top of is your latest girlfriend."

Vinnie jumped out of his chair and lunged at Tom. It was a mismatch. Tom stopped him cold with a stiff open-handed shot to his chest, slamming his younger brother back into his chair.

"Make your mind up what you want to do, Vinnie," Tom said coldly. "I need to get on with business and I don't need a problem with you. Either you are in or out of this business. I'll expect your answer within the next two weeks. If you need more time, ask for it."

Vinnie stood up silently, looked at his brother with a cold stare and headed for the door, slamming it on the way out. Tom slumped back in his chair and closed his eyes for a moment. It had been an ugly scene, much worse than he had expected. His own brother had expressed his contempt for him, and made it clear they had no future together in this business. 

Tom wondered how on earth he was going to tell his parents about this. He knew Vinnie well enough to know he might try and use his mother to make Tom look like the villain. The last thing his mother needed right now was another soul-wrenching problem in the family. 

When Jenny and Nikki arrived home just after five that afternoon, Jenny could see right away that Tom was upset. She sent Nikki downstairs, and sat down at the kitchen table next to Tom.

"Was it that bad?" 

Tom looked at her and nodded. "Yes, it was that bad. A lot of anger came out Jenny. He's my brother and I love him, but it's hard to just let him drift like this and not do something. I would be happier if he just went back to being the Vinnie I knew a couple of years ago. I don't what's happened to him, but he's not the same guy. Something's going on with him," he said sadly.

"I'm sorry Tom. It must hurt a lot," she said sympathetically. 

"Jenny, I just don't know how I'm going to tell Mom and Dad about this," Tom said looking at her with a wrinkled brow.

"Don't let it get old, Tom. It won't get any better with age. Sit down with them and talk to them about it. I can't believe they don't know what's going on with Vinnie. Mothers always know."

Tom sat quietly for a few moments and then turned to Jenny.

"As always, you're right love." 

He smiled a rueful smile at her and leaneding toward her, kissed her softly. 

"I couldn't do it without you, Jen."

Jenny raised her hand to the side of his face and looked deeply into his eyes. 

"I feed off your strength, Tom. You make me strong," she said quietly. 

"You did something very difficult today and I'm proud of you. It took courage," she smiled as she rose and began the preparations for their evening meal.

-0-

Shortly after dinner, Tom drove to his parent's house. He knew Jenny was right. Better sooner than later. This would be two very unpleasant conversations in one day. He struggled with how he would broach the subject with mother and father. 

He knew from his Sunday conversation with his father that he was mentally all there. His speech was impaired, but his thought processes seemed to be just fine. He didn't want to have to "dumb down" his conversation. It was going to be difficult enough. He had phoned ahead and asked if could come up at 7:30 and talk to both of them. Naturally, his mother agreed.

"Mom and Dad, I have a very difficult thing to discuss with you tonight," Tom began. 

"I had a conversation with Vincent this afternoon, and I'm afraid it didn't go very well. I think you know I have been unhappy with his performance and attitude for some time, and I talked to him about it today." 

He paused and looked at his parents. They were listening intently and had shown no signs of interrupting. 

"His performance has been slipping for several months now, and I don't know why. I know he resents my being his boss, but I don't think that's the only thing. You know he had been pushing for us to sell to a bigger company and cash out of the business. You also know I don't agree and so far, you don't either. However, with Dad's medical problem, things have come to a head." 

Tom paused again, looking to see if his parents wanted to interject. Still, there was no reaction on their part.

"A while ago, I approached a friend of mine and asked him to help me look for ways that I could purchase Vincent's share if he was willing to sell it." 

There was a quick intake of air by his mother, but she did not interrupt. 

"I want Blanton and Sons to continue for a long time. I have to tell you that Jenny and I have plans to have another child, perhaps more."

At this point his mother's eyes widened and she exclaimed, "Oh Tom, that's wonderful." His father smiled and nodded.

"The only way I could see to resolve the problem was to buy Vinnie's share and keep it in the family. I have had the business evaluated by professionals, and my financial advisor and friend Steve thinks the business is worth at least two million dollars."

Tom's mother again had a sharp intake of breath and she expressed surprise. His father remained calm and watched Tom carefully as he continued.

"I have offered Vincent a fair price and given him the opportunity to accept it or get his own valuation. I have also offered him the opportunity to remain in the business as he has been. I am not trying to force him out, but that's what he seems to want," Tom concluded.

There was a silence for what seemed to be a long time before his mother spoke.

"Tom, I know Vincent hasn't been attending to business very well. Your father and I have been very worried about him. Like you, I think there is something else bothering him, but he won't talk to us about it. Do you have any idea what it might be?" she asked.

Tom let out a great sigh of relief. His greatest worry was in vain. Jenny was right, mothers know! 

"No mom, I don't. You know he has a bit of a playboy reputation, and I wonder if he hasn't gotten involved with some of the wrong crowd. But, I really don't know and he isn't talking."

"Tom, if you buy him out, can we afford it?" she asked.

"Yes, mom. That's what Steve was working on when Jen and I were on our honeymoon. My big worry is what Vinnie will do with the money. I'm afraid it might be all gone in a few months with nothing to show for it."

Tom's mother looked at her husband and asked, "What do you think, father?"

His father pointed to Tom and replied, "Tawwhm iss rhyt muthur. Thuh muhnee whill goh kwik." 

"Dad, I'll try and get Vincent to accept payment over a period of time, say five years at a bonus amount of $120,000. At least then, it won't be gone right away."

Tom's father slowly nodded his head in approval. 

"Vincent is 25 years old, Tom. He's an adult and should be able to look after himself," his mother said firmly. 

"I just hope he ... grows up someday soon. He's like a spoiled kid, and he's a heartache for your father and me. 

Tom accepted a glass a wine from his mother a few minutes later, beginning to relax and breathe again. Unlike his meeting with Vinnie earlier that day, this had been much easier. His parents knew and didn't hide from the truth. Tom wondered if he could find out what Vinnie might be up to that had changed him so much in the past two years. He thought Frank McCauley might have some suggestions.

When Tom arrived home, Jenny was waiting for him in the living room. He picked her up and swung her around in a circle and put her down, kissing her soundly as he did so.

"You are sooooo smart," he grinned. "They knew, and they understood what I was trying to do."

"I'm so glad, Tom. This is so difficult for you," she smiled and kissed him back. "I'm proud of you."

"Well, I may have shot myself in the foot. If Vinnie doesn't want to work, I've got to find myself another supervisor and fast. I have to hope I can find another Robbie out there," he said stopping to think for a moment. 

"I think I'll check with Robbie and see if he knows any of his classmates we could recruit, or maybe even one of his crew." 

"That's enough for today, love. Time for bed and a good night's sleep," Jenny cooed.

"Aw, do I have to go to sleep right away?" he whined.

"We'll see. I guess you could be in line for a special massage for your stressful day." 

Tom grinned at her. "Ohhh ... that would be nice. That would be very good for my physical and mental health." 

"So, what's keeping you ... get moving big guy!" 

Tom hadn't realized how tense he had been that afternoon and evening. He had faced two very difficult problems and dealt with them. He was disappointed with how his meeting with Vinnie had gone, but was greatly relieved at the meeting with his parents. 

He felt he had been holding his breath all day, and was finally allowed to let it out. As he crawled into bed and waited for Jenny to finish in the bathroom, he reflected on just how dramatically his life had changed in the last few months. He was a married man with a wife and child, with possibly more to come. He was now responsible for the family business, and its success or failure would be on his shoulders. 

He hoped he had the strength to cope with the pressure and problems that running the business would throw at him. Despite the problems with his brother, he was grateful for the unswerving support of his parents and Jenny. 

A few minutes later, Jenny came out of the bathroom and turned out the light. She slipped into bed beside Tom and was about to reach out to him when she realized he was asleep. She smiled and placed her hand on his naked shoulder and closed her eyes. 

Every day she saw his remarkable inner strength. It was what had made him so attractive. His physical strength was obvious and exciting to her, but his everyday personality was what made him so desirable. Not long afterward, she too drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

-0-

Tom became vaguely aware of a pleasant sensation as he slowly awoke the next morning. He had slept soundly and felt a comfort he was only now becoming familiar with. His lovely Jenny was beside him, and her sensuous scent was always a delightful way to awaken. 

But this morning, there was something extra he hadn't quite identified yet. His eyes remained closed as he gradually woke. Finally, he turned his head and looked at his lovely wife lying beside him. Her eyes were open and she was smiling at him. He began to realize that lovely special feeling was her hand gently gripping his morning erection, and her thumb slowly stroking its base. 

Tom groaned and stretched, his arm wrapping itself around Jenny's back. He moved his head toward her and kissed her forehead and then her lips. 

"Good Morning," he mumbled sleepily. 

"Hmmmm ... and it's only going to get better," she smiled. "You missed out on your massage last night. I thought I better make sure I made it up to you."

"You are so thoughtful," he yawned. 

His hand slipped down and caressed her breast through the silky smooth nightgown she wore. As his hand slid lower, he realized she was not wearing the bottoms. His big hands gently squeezed and fondled her lovely round backside, his little finger straying into the crack between the two cheeks. He was fully erect now, and pulled her body into his. Jenny removed her hand from his swollen cock and gripped his butt tightly. Tom slowly pulled her up on top of him, stroking her back from shoulders to calves, pausing to squeeze her butt cheeks each time. 

"I thought I was supposed to give you the massage," she chided.

Jenny could feel his thick, swollen member pressing into her abdomen and began to grind her hips into the rigid organ. She brought her knees up along side his hips and placed her slit on his erection, moving back and forth in a slow, sensuous stroke. 

She thought she heard Tom groan quietly as she began her final seduction, and smiled as she kissed his cheeks and nose, ears and neck, shoulders and finally lips. She arched her back and her hand placed the head of his cock inside her outer labia, and began to rhythmically push herself onto him. 

Tom responded with his own push, and soon she was fully impaled. She continued her short, small movements until she heard the liquid squish as he moved in and out of her. 

Jenny's first orgasm built quickly and came early as she stiffened for a moment, and then slowly began to regain her original motion and pace. Tom had remained silent, his eyes closed and his hands holding her hips as he continued his steady stroking. 

He had briefly paused as Jenny's orgasm had caught him by surprise, and then as he felt her relax again, he resumed his constant drive toward completion. He could feel the beginning of the end as he lost his sense of rhythm and began an erratic charge toward the finish. 

Jenny sensed the change and quick tried to catch up with Tom. He began to ventilate and verbalize his final moments with grunts and gasps, his eyes now wide open. Jenny ended any pretense at control, and recklessly chased him to the end. 

Tom exploded with a final series of gasps and Jenny's orgasm came shortly afterward, triggered by the sensation of his ejaculation into her. In the end, they were two panting, sweating adults, gasping for breath and holding each other tightly. 

They slowly regained their normal breathing, and Jenny slipped off Tom.

"Surely one of those little swimmers will make it upstream this time," Tom panted.

"Maybe one of them already has. It takes a while to find out."

"We're just going to have to keep doing this until we get it right," he grinned.

"I hope you don't think you're going to quit after I'm pregnant, Tom Blanton!" 

"Wouldn't dream of it, love. We'll just have to adjust our methods over time to make sure you're comfortable and it's safe for the baby," he replied seriously.

"You let me look after that. You just make sure you're up for the job buster!" She poked him in the ribs for emphasis. 

"I've just gotten used to a steady diet of satisfaction, and I'm not going to let it go that easily."





Jenny Ch. 06



"Come on, Jen ... time to get up," he said, stretching. "We've both got work to do, and Nikki has school." 

Tom rolled toward her and kissed her. 

"You sure know how get my day started in a good mood," he said smiling.

"It doesn't hurt my attitude either," she grinned in reply .

-0-

Tom's first phone call was to Steve Inhalt to let him know the outcome of his meeting with Vinnie. Steve listened carefully and complemented Tom on his ability to keep the offer simple, and put the onus on his brother to accept or counter the offer. 

Tom also discussed his idea of spreading the payments out over five years with a bonus provision for Vinnie. Steve agreed that it was a good idea and wouldn't cost him any more considering inflation and the earning power of the unused money over time. At worst, he would break even either way. 

He sympathized with the anger that came out during the encounter and they talked about what Tom might do about Vinnie. Tom said he would talk to Frank McCauley next, and see if he had any ideas.

Tom then called Frank and gave him the same report. Frank also complimented Tom on his prompt and direct handling of the difficult problem. They discussed the mysterious change in attitude by Vinnie over the past year, and Frank then made a suggestion.

"Tom, one way to clear up what Vinnie's up to would be to hire a private detective and see what he can turn up."

"A private detective!" 

"Well, it's not like on TV. They don't carry guns and break into places on their own," Frank laughed. "Most agencies have specialists for divorce, industrial espionage, internal theft, and the like. 

"What you need is someone who can fit in with the places that Vinnie frequents, and get a handle on what he does, who he sees, and where he goes. The idea is that nobody notices him. He then reports directly to you." 

"Do you know someone who can do that?" Tom asked.

"Yes, a company called Orca Investigations. I've worked with them on several occasions. They are professional and discreet." 

"How much do you think it will cost?" Tom asked cautiously.

"Well, depending on the number of hours, a couple of thousand dollars to begin with. It will really depend and what he can find out, and how quickly he can get it." 

"OK, I'll give them a call," Tom said.

"Let me do that, Tom. I know them and I can make sure we get the right guy for the job. I'll have them call you," Frank offered.

"Thanks, Frank. I appreciate your help."

After Tom had hung up, he began to realize the wheels that had been put in motion. He had offered to spend at least a half million dollars to buy Vinnie's share, and then set about hiring a private detective to follow his brother. It was bizarre to say the least. 

-0-

Peter Dennison was a handsome, dark haired, fit young man, with a face that belied his almost thirty years. He had been a police officer in his early and mid twenties, and had only become a private detective by accident. He had left the force for a couple of reasons, not the least of which were the politics and internal corruption. 

No, not the high-level bribe kind of corruption, but the cheesy, cheap kind. Freebies for pro sports games, look the other way for certain people of stature, hassle the homeless, punch out a few gay boys, etc. 

He went home from work too many days with a greasy feeling that a shower couldn't remove. His "baby face" appearance didn't help him much with his peers, and he was constantly reminded of it with his unsolicited nickname: "High School." His superiors didn't take him seriously despite his good performance reviews. In short, it was a dead-end job.

When he resigned, he really didn't have another job. He had a degree from a local college in criminology, and had a smattering of accounting training, but little else. He had never married and in fact, had few steady girl friends despite his handsome features. 

He didn't want to subject someone close to him to the seedy side of police work or, in fact, the danger. It was at the suggestion of his father that he dropped in to see Harold Sinden. His father was the general manager of a large manufacturing plant, and had used the services of Orca Investigations a number of times.

Harold Sinden was an ex-police officer as well, spending time with Interpol in Brussels. He was British born and educated, and had a moderate midlands accent. He spoke at least three languages, including French and Spanish, and had spent a long time looking for a country and city to set up his business. 

Vancouver was ideal. A major international seaport, a heavily traveled airport serving most of the world, easy access to the U.S., and most importantly, a delightful climate. 

His ambition was to create the most sophisticated private agency possible. He was well versed in electronic surveillance and intervention technology, and could handle almost any type of case. 

While inevitably he would get more than his fill of cheating spouse clients, more industrial corporations were seeking him out to protect their assets; both physical and intellectual. He had served Arnold Dennison several times, and they had developed a strong business relationship.

"You don't look anything like a private detective," Harold said after shaking Peter's hand on introduction. "Trust me, that's a very good thing."

"I suppose it is," Peter offered. "I was reading about your background. Very impressive."

"No substitute for good training," Harold smiled. "However, the reason you're here is to see about a position I gather."

"I'm not sure. I guess I need to know more about the job, and what the future in a business like this would be."

For the next hour, Harold filled Peter in on the various types of investigations that his firm was involved with. He emphasized that it was critical they operate within the law at all times, and that they support and involve the law enforcement agencies when appropriate. 

This was not a "cowboy operation." It required brains and patience rather than brawn and impetuousness. It needed people who could offer special skills and blend into the scenery without attracting attention to themselves. 

Harold mapped out the growth of Orca over the past seven years and indicated he was very anxious to develop management staff as he had grown four-fold in that past five years. There was no shortage of former police officers, but few of them had the skills or the mindset for this type of work. More importantly, few were young enough to be involved in special services related to young people, drugs being a primary component. 

At the end of the hour, Peter was suitably impressed. This truly was no pulp fiction detective agency, and he was now intrigued by the idea of working in this environment. 

Harold had indicated that if he were hired, his first three months would almost exclusively be devoted to training and education. While Peter had a good grasp of the law, he needed to work on electronic surveillance, photography, a light course in forensic accounting, and a good old-fashioned lesson in "tailing," both on foot, and by automobile. 

Harold was impressed with Peter. He was bright, young, and well educated. His reasons for leaving the police force were the right ones, and if he could demonstrate the necessary patience, he would make not only a good employee, but potentially a good member of his growing management team. 

In any event, he would know in three months. He would offer Peter the job on the usual terms: Three months training on probation at minimum salary, followed by three more months at the starting salary culminating in a performance review. If he passed that, he would receive a substantial pay increase and another review at the end of the first year. 

Harold was reasonably certain Peter would pass his reviews, but there would be no exceptions to the process. Everyone had to demonstrate they were suitable for Orca Investigations.

Having agreed to the terms, Peter began his training the following week, the first week of June. When he was asked to meet with Tom Blanton to discuss a contract, Peter had just completed his fifth month on the job, and was enjoying every minute of it.  

He had been handling relatively simple contracts to this point, the intention being to get his "feet wet" in the business, and stay within the cautious approach of Harold Sinden. He had been briefed by Harold that Tom came to Orca via a recommendation of one of their most valued "referral agents," Frank McCauley.

Tom described the change in behavior of his brother to Peter Dennison, and laid out the concerns surrounding the family business. Peter listened attentively and without interruption. Tom concluded his outline and sat waiting for Peter's response.

"OK, Mr. Blanton," Peter began. "I think the obvious way to begin is to follow your brother around and see where he goes and what he does. It usually doesn't take very long to find out if there's anything out of the ordinary going on. I'll need his home address and his phone number, cell included if he has one. I'll need a description of his car, and if you have it, his license plate number. That should do it for now."

"I've got all of that for you here," Tom replied, handing Peter a single sheet of paper. "He has vanity plates with 'Vinnie' on them."

"Good. I'll get started right away," Peter smiled. 

"My guess is it won't take too long to get you an initial report. Just stop at the front desk to get the paperwork out of the way, and that will do it!"

"Thanks Peter ...the sooner this is over with, the better," Tom said ruefully. 

-0-

I took Peter only one week to get a handle on Vincent Blanton's after work habits. First, he had a girl friend that met him at his apartment almost every evening, and was with him as he visited one of three casinos he frequented. 

A quick check on Vinnie's finances indicated he had maxed out his credit cards, and had a limited amount of cash available to him. Peter checked back with Harold and asked him to see if any of his "snouts" could tell if Vinnie was borrowing money, possibly from loan sharks. 

He also ran a check on the girlfriend, one Marcia Raymond. After he had gathered all the information, sorted and analyzed it, he phoned Tom and requested a meeting.

"Well Tom, I think I know what's going on with your brother," Peter began

"That was quick," Tom said, surprised.

"He isn't trying to hide or disguise anything from anyone but you, and I suppose, your parents. 

"He's into gambling, pure and simple. He frequents one of three casinos two or three times a week. He is always accompanied by his girlfriend, Marcia. He doesn't drink very much, usually just a couple of beers. He doesn't play the slots, usually just poker and black jack, and occasionally roulette. He wins a bit, and then usually loses it and more. 

"He's used up his legitimate lines of credit, and has been borrowing from a local loan shark. In short, he's in trouble deep," Peter concluded.

"How much does he owe?" Tom asked.

"Hard to tell yet, but it's probably getting close to fifty thousand," Peter said matter-of-factly.

"Holy shit!" Tom muttered. "No wonder he's not himself. How the hell is he keeping those guys off his ass?" 

"He keeps promising them there'll be a big payday soon, according to our informants. But I would say they are running out of patience. His only collateral is you!" Peter said ominously.

"Me?"

"Yes. If they can't get it out of Vinnie, they'll probably try and get it out of you if they can find a way. Otherwise, they'll do the usual ... beat on him."

"I've got to get him out of this mess, Peter. He may be a stupid bastard, but he's my brother, and I can't let these clowns harm him. I've got to get him some help, like Gamblers Anonymous." 

"For what it's worth, Tom, I'm not sure Vincent has a gambling problem. I think he's got a girlfriend problem," Peter offered.

"What does that mean? He's in debt up to his ass and the sharks are moving in." 

"I did some checking on Marcia. I think she's in the employ or maybe the partner of Martin Tremblay, the guy who's been lending your brother the money. I think she's been egging him on, encouraging him to bet," Peter suggested.

"What the hell? That's crazy. Where the hell is his head? Up his ass?" Tom exploded. "What makes you think that?" he asked as he started to cool down.

"Vincent never once picked her up at her apartment. She always either came to his place, or met him at one of the casinos. Our informant tells us that the address she uses is the same address for Tremblay, at least it's the same apartment building. We're checking phone records now to see if we can confirm it." 

"Shit! They're playing him for a chump, and he's falling right into it," Tom said, shaking his head. "The little head is doing all the thinking again."

"What do you plan to do with the information?" Peter asked.

"Talk to him, of course. Someone has to make him see what's going on. I'll have to try and bail him out, but there are going to be consequences for this. He's got to start growing up. There aren't going to be rescues for him every time he pulls this kind of shit," Tom said, more to himself than Peter.

"I think that's the right thing to do. Those boys won't sit still for long if he's in as far as I think he is. On top of that, the interest is growing every day. He'll owe them a ton if he doesn't get in squared away soon," Peter said.

"Isn't Loan Sharking illegal?" 

"Well, it's pretty tough to prosecute, Tom. There's no law against lending money, just in how you collect. These guys are pretty clever and steer clear of any real illegal activity until it comes to collecting past due. Then, all bets are off."

"OK, Peter. Thanks for your help. The sooner I get to Vinnie with this, the sooner we can get him out of this mess." 

The next afternoon, Tom called Vinnie on his cell and asked for a meeting that evening. Vinnie declined, he had an appointment he said. Tom insisted, finally getting him to agree to a meeting after work at Vinnie's job site. 

When Tom arrived just after four the next afternoon, Vinnie was waiting for him. They walked into the unfinished house and Tom turned to his brother.

"Vinnie, you are in big trouble!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Vinnie challenged.

"You owe big money to a loan shark and it's getting bigger every day. You've used all your lines of credit up and you're more or less living from payday to payday," Tom said in a level voice.

"What god damned business is that of yours?" 

"Vinnie, do you know what those guys do to people who can't pay?" 

"Aw, that's just bullshit stories. Nobody does that kind of stuff any more." Vinnie's voice lacked confidence. "Besides, how do you know about my business anyway?"

"I made it my business to find out," Tom said directly. "There's also some other information that you should know."

"Like what?" Vinnie continued with his belligerent tone.

"Like your so-called girlfriend Marcia. Did you know she lives with that Tremblay guy who lends you the money?"

"You're full of shit, Tom. I know her. She wouldn't do anything to hurt me," he spat.

"Have you ever been to her place, Vinnie? Do you know where she goes when she's not with you?"

"I don't believe you," Vinnie said with diminishing force.

"Can you tell me you're not addicted to gambling, Vinnie?" his brother asked in a serious voice.

"I can quit any time. It's just something to do with Marcia. She likes to gamble," Vinnie said quickly. "I don't even like it that much." 

"Then how did you get in so deep? Can't you see she's playing with your money, Vin?" Tom asked softly.

Vinnie stopped talking and looked at Tom with a long, searching stare.

"Why don't we talk about how we get you out of this mess?" Tom offered.



Jenny Ch. 07



This story is a re-post of one of my first stories. It has been re-edited for punctuation, grammar and other errors. I hope you find it a better "read."



When Vinnie didn't show up for work on Thursday morning, Tom phoned his apartment. The phone rang several times before a barely audible voice answered.

"Vinnie! Are you all right? Are you sick?" Tom asked in a worried voice.

"Yah, sort of," he replied weakly.

"What do you mean, sort of?" Tom asked more assertively. "What happened Vinnie?"

"Tremblay and one of his goons paid me a visit last night," he said in a halting voice. 

"They said they wanted their money by the end of the week or it would get worse."

"Stay there Vinnie. I'll be right over," Tom ordered.

Tom called Robbie Delgado and told him that he had to leave and that Vinnie wouldn't be in today. He asked Robbie to visit all three jobsites during the day to make sure everyone had their task list, starting with Vinnie's crew. 

He then jumped into his truck and made the half hour journey to Vinnie's apartment. When he arrived, Vinnie was sitting in a large recliner in front of his TV. Tom couldn't see any marks on his face, but it was all Vinnie could do to turn his head to welcome his older brother.

"What did they do, Vin?" Tom asked with a worried frown.

"Mostly ribs and gut. I can hardly move right now," he replied in a pained voice.

"Bastards!" Tom spat. "I'll make 'em pay for this."

Tom paused for a minute and then asked his brother, "Have you got a phone number for ..." Tom stopped again. 

"No, never mind. I know what to do," he said to no one in particular.

"You stay here and sit tight, Vin. I'll look after this guy and the debt," Tom ordered.

"Tom, be careful. You can't trust these guys. He's got some friends," Vinnie warned.

"So have I, Vin ... so have I," he said menacingly. 

"Stay here and don't answer the phone. If it's me or something important, let them leave a message and you can get back to them. Whatever you do, don't talk to Tremblay or Marcia, understood?" 

"Yeah, understood," Vinnie answered in a soft voice.

"Hey Tom," he called faintly as his brother had turned to leave. "Thanks."

Tom nodded and looked at his wounded brother with a wrinkled smile, turned and walked out, closing the apartment door behind him. 

-0-

On the way back to Vinnie's jobsite, Tom made a couple of phone calls, one to Peter Dennison at Orca, and another to Steve Inhalt. He had a plan, a risky one, but at least it was a plan. He chose not to share it with anyone, especially Jenny. 

When he arrived at Vinnie's site, Robbie was there and they spent a half hour discussing what needed to be done. Tom asked Robbie to remain there for the balance of the day, and he would cover for him at Robbie's site as well as his own. He knew Robbie's crew would be fine on their own for a day or so, and his own project was a smaller renovation that wasn't proving to be difficult. 

By eleven that morning everything was under control, and he could spend some time thinking about what he had to do with Mr. Martin Tremblay. He was waiting for a return phone call from both Peter and Steve that would let him know what his options were. He was becoming increasingly nervous and decided to head home for lunch, something he almost never did. 

Jenny would be at the store and Nikki in school, so he would be alone. He needed some time to think through what he wanted to do. First, he had to calm down. He realized how angry he was this morning when he discovered his brother had been beaten. He wasn't just angry at Tremblay, but also at Vinnie for bringing this on himself. He sat at the kitchen table nursing a beer and mentally planning just how he hoped this one and, with any luck, only meeting with Tremblay would go. 

Tom was distracted for the rest of the afternoon while he waited for the two phone calls. Steve Inhalt called first, just after 2pm. He confirmed that the arrangements Tom had requested were in place. He was curious about what Tom planned to do, but Tom politely put him off and suggested he would give him the whole story later. 

Peter didn't call until nearly 4:30pm, but he had obtained the important information that Tom needed prior to meeting with Tremblay. He too was curious about what Tom planned and warned him against anything illegal. But in the end, he could only wish Tom luck after extracting the promise from him to tell him what he did. With the information in hand, Tom began to feel a bit more confident.

Jenny arrived home with Nikki at their usual time, just after 5pm. They briefly kissed and asked each other about their day while Tom gave Nikki a hug and a kiss. Nikki skipped off downstairs to begin her homework, and Jenny poured Tom and herself a glass of wine before she began to prepare their supper. 

Tom told her he had a meeting at 8pm in the city with a prospective client, and would be out for a couple of hours or so. He told her nothing of Vinnie's beating, or his contact with Peter or Steve. 

It almost came unglued when Robbie called with a progress report, and had a brief chat with Jenny before handing off to Tom. Luckily, he said nothing about Vinnie's absence, and Tom breathed a silent sigh of relief.

Tom drove through the dark late-October evening to the address that Peter had given him. He would not be phoning ahead to give Tremblay any advance warning of his visit. When he had parked entered the outer lobby of the fifteen story apartment building, he followed Peter's suggestion. 

He pushed ten or twelve buttons, begin careful not to push the one for Tremblay's apartment. As the various tenants picked up and inquired, he simply said Fed-Ex and waited for one of the unsuspecting tenants to push the electric lock. Sure enough, within seconds, he was at the elevators and on his way up to the ninth floor. 

As he exited the elevator on nine, he began to look for apartment 921. He paused in the hallway to slow his breathing and remember Peter's instructions. He held a clipboard in his hands and stuck a pencil behind his ear. He stepped to the door of 921 and knocked firmly three times. 

He heard a TV inside and then an accented voice called:

"Who is it?"

"Security," was Tom's one word reply.

The door had a peep hole and Tom was sure Tremblay would be using it to check him out. After a few seconds, the door began to open. Tom pushed hard against the edge of the door, and the man inside went sprawling backward on the carpet. Tom closed the door behind him, walked over to a surprised, medium sized man, grabbed him by his shirt near the collar, and dragged him to his feet.

"Are you Martin Tremblay?" Tom asked in a menacing voice.

"What the fuck! ... Who the fuck are you?" the man spluttered. "Who the fuck do you think you are to come in here and push me around, asshole?"

"Let's try this one more time. Are you Martin Tremblay?"

"So what's it to you if I am?" he sneered.

Tremblay never saw it coming. Tom's hand moved barely one foot in distance before the heel of it hit the smaller man in the sternum. A violent whoosh of air came out of Tremblay's mouth and his eyes went wide as once again he was on the floor looking up. Tom stood over him, saying nothing, waiting for the man to regain his breathing and pick himself up.

"Allow me to introduce myself," Tom said coldly. "I'm Tom Blanton, Vinnie's brother."

"You think you can come in here and beat on me, asshole? I got friends to look after guys like you," he spat, once again trying to take back the initiative.

"According to my information, you've got one friend. That would be the guy who worked over my brother last night. Do you know where he is right now?" Tom asked in a calm voice. 

Inside, Tom was a bundle of nervous energy, but he fought to maintain control of his emotions. He had a job to do.

"He's hangin' around waiting for me to call him," Tremblay said warily.

"Hmmm ... probably not," Tom said quietly. "You need to be more careful with your hiring policy, Martin. Your boy, one Mr. Ranjit Singh, is a parolee from Federal Prison, and if I'm not mistaken, he is right now answering some questions about an assault that took place last night. The RCMP may or may not let him go, but I'm told his parole officer is very unhappy with his behavior lately."

"You think I can't find someone else to look after business?" Tremblay sneered as he began to gain back some bravado. 

"Possibly, but that's not why I'm here," Tom began. "I understand my brother owes you some money. Care to tell me how much?"

Tremblay stopped and looked at Tom for a minute before answering. 

"He owes me seventy five grand," he stated, somewhat hesitantly.

"Bullshit!" Tom said evenly. "He borrowed fifty five thousand. Even at your crooked interest rates that doesn't make seventy five."

"I said seventy five and I mean seventy five," Tremblay said, again trying to assert some control.

"Here's how it's going to happen, pal," Tom said with a cold stare. "I'm going to write you a certified check for sixty seven thousand and five hundred dollars and that is going to be the end of it. The debt will be retired and you will never have any contact with me or anyone else in my family ... understood?"

"Fuck you ... seventy five thousand and I mean it!" Tremblay tried again.

"Now you're being silly," Tom smirked. "Let me tell you why I think that. First, you are a small timer with no contacts in this city. You're from Montreal, and you thought this city would be a pushover for a guy with your smarts. 

"Trouble is, this is one tough city to play in. You try and muscle in on someone else's game here and you can be found face down in a ditch, or floating in the harbor. You and your girlfriend Marcia had to play small time because that's all you could be without getting in someone's way. You just had the bad luck to pick the wrong family to play against." 

"You don't scare me," Tremblay continued with his attempt at bravado.

"No, I'm sure I don't. However, some of the people at Canada Revenue might want to know more about your income sources. They would want to see records and interview clients, you know ... the usual audit procedures," Tom said with a wry smile.

"I'm not taking no cheque, that's for sure ...," Tremblay tried again. "This is a cash only business."

"You will take a cheque all right. It's the only way you'll get paid, and my family always pays its debts," Tom said firmly. 

"If you think I'm going to hand you cash so you can come back later for more, you're even stupider than I thought. That cheque will be made out in the amount of sixty seven five and it will be made out to you personally. If you try anything funny, the evidence will all point to you. In my business we call that insulation."

Tremblay turned away from Tom and walked to the living room window and stood there for a few moments.

"When do I get the cheque?" he asked without turning around.

"You'll have it tomorrow before noon. It will be delivered by courier to this address, another bit of insulation."

Tremblay remained looking out his window and finally turned back and walked over near Tom. 

"You can count yourself lucky, Blanton. Nobody fucks with me! You got away with it this time," he snarled in his most threatening voice.

Tom's right hand swung in a flat, short, tight arc as it slammed into Tremblay's ribcage. A sharp cry of pain and once again he was on the floor. This time he wasn't getting up. Tom thought he heard a crack when he hit the man, but it didn't matter. Tremblay was doing everything he could to breathe through the pain, and was in no condition to continue the debate.

"On the contrary, Mr. Tremblay, you can count yourself lucky," Tom said coldly. "I was able to control my temper tonight. Nobody harms one of my family or friends and gets away with it. Nobody ... do you hear me?"

Tremblay couldn't look at Tom, but nodded his head almost imperceptibly. 

Tom walked to the apartment door and let himself out. By the time he reached his truck, he was visibly shaking. It had been like a scene out of some B movie. He had been playing a role completely foreign to him, and yet he had pulled it off. He sat in the truck for several minutes trying to compose himself before he started it, and began to drive home through the dark, wet streets. 

At halfway, he changed his mind and turned toward Vinnie's apartment. He let himself in with his key and found Vinnie unconscious in the same recliner he had been in that morning. He went to try and awaken him and noticed a deep red stain in the crotch of his pants. It was blood. He quickly picked up the phone and punched in 911. 

As the ambulance took Vinnie away to the emergency room, Tom began to feel the tightness in his stomach and the headache that had been coming on since he had left Tremblay's apartment. He looked at his watch and realized it was after ten. He called home and Jenny answered.

"Hi Jen. Sorry, I got tied up and I'm just heading home now." 

"You sound different. Are you all right Tom?" 

"Yeah, it's been a weird night. I'll tell you all about it when I get home," he said in a tired voice.

-0-

It took a while for Tom to explain the full events of the day to Jenny. She was genuinely horrified when he told her of Vinnie's beating and Tom's subsequent call to 911 after seeing the blood. The ambulance paramedic said he had passed blood in his urine and he was too weak and in too much pain to get out of the chair to reach the phone. 

There was less blood than it first appeared, and it was likely a bruised rather than ruptured kidney. He had regained consciousness before they wheeled him out on the gurney to the ambulance. Tom had given him a pat on the head and squeezed his hand as he left. 

Tom then told Jenny of his calls to Peter and Steve and his meeting with Martin Tremblay. Jenny was wide-eyed and almost in shock as Tom relayed the events of the meeting. 

"How could you do something so dangerous?" she demanded.

"I had to get it solved, Jen. I had to bring it to an end," he explained. "I had good advice and a decent plan. Besides, the guy never stood a chance against me," he concluded.

"What do you mean? You could have been hurt or even killed!" 

She was nearly in tears as he continued his story.

"No, he wasn't going to hurt me. He didn't have a weapon and I didn't give him a chance to go get one," Tom said matter-of-factly. 

"In the end, I knew all he really wanted was the money, and I just had to make sure I protected us from having him come back for more at a later date. These pond scum are all the same. Once they think they've won, they keep coming back for more. I wasn't going to let that happen."

Tom told Jenny of Peter's advice and their agreement on strategy in dealing with Tremblay. While Tremblay relied on fear and violence to produce results, Tom and Peter contrived a plan to use the law and in this case, Canada Revenue to put the pressure on. 

It didn't hurt that Peter's follow up on Ranjit Singh turned up the information that he was wanted for parole violation. All Tom had to do was let the RCMP know that Singh may have been the assailant on his brother the previous evening, and that would tie up the muscle for at least a few hours, if not for much, much longer. 

Tom was very reluctant to tell Jenny about the more violent aspects of his visit. She was a gentle woman and abhorred violence. He feared she would think less of him if she knew he had taken a bit of physical vengeance out on the loan shark. It was also the reason he did not tell her all about his teenage years and his learned physical skills.

Early the next morning, Tom phoned Peter and relayed the story of the previous evening in chapter and verse. Peter was obviously fascinated that Tom could pull this off in such a dramatic fashion. He had been very fearful that Tom might get himself in over his head and it might all go sideways on him. 

If most of what Tom told him was accurate, he had pulled off a small miracle. He was convinced that Tom had put an end to Tremblay's hold on the family, especially with the now traceable cheque and courier delivery. It was just dumb luck that Ranjit Singh was wanted on a Canada-Wide Warrant for parole violation, but sometimes luck was the most important ingredient. 

Peter signed off with Tom after confirming that subject to the cheque being cashed, and hearing no more from Martin Tremblay, the contract was concluded. Orca's bill would be in the mail the next afternoon.

Next, Tom phoned Steve and gave him an abridged version of events. He thanked him for the quick arrangement of the finances needed to produce the cheque, and promised to give him all the gory details over a beer in the near future. He said he had an idea what he might do to help Vinnie when he was out of the hospital, and he'd talk to Steve about that after he'd had some time to think it through. 

Tom sat at the kitchen table that Friday morning, sipping his coffee and lost in thought. Jenny walked up behind him and put her arms around him. 

"You scared me half to death last night," she whispered. 

"I'm sorry Jen. I didn't mean to, but that guy had to be dealt with and it couldn't wait," he said apologetically. 

"They gave Vinnie a deadline of tomorrow midnight to pay up. That beating he took probably cracked a couple of ribs and may have damaged his internal organs. Who knows what they might have done to him if he hadn't been able to pay up." 

"I know. You have done everything you can for him, Tom. Now it's up to him," she said softly. 

"I think you're going to see a big change in Vincent Blanton in the very near future," she said confidently.

"I hope so, Jen. If this doesn't do it, nothing will," he said resignedly. 

-0-

Tom walked into the hospital room later that afternoon and saw his brother propped up on some pillows, reading a magazine. Vinnie grinned as he saw Tom approach.

"Hey Tom."

"Hey yourself, Vin. How you feeling?"

"Better. I got a cracked rib and a bruised kidney, but otherwise, the doctor said nothing serious." 

"How long they going to keep you in here?" Tom asked.

"A couple more days. Just to make sure the kidney is OK," he said simply.

"Vin, I didn't tell mom or dad about this, but sooner or later ..."

"Yeah, I know. Let me do it, OK? I guess it's the least I can do," his voice trailed off.

"I took care of Tremblay. He won't be bothering you any more," Tom stated simply.

"Thanks, I owe you," Vinnie said surprised and looking carefully at his brother. 

"Yeah, well, we'll work out something ..."

"I've been thinking Tom," Vinnie began slowly, "I'm going to take your offer on the share. I don't think I'm ever going to be happy always being second best. I need to find something for myself, something I can do."

"Don't make any big decisions yet, Vinnie. Let yourself get better, and then we'll talk ... OK?"

"Yeah, sure." Vinnie looked out the hospital window over toward the North Shore. "How much did it cost?" he asked, looking back at Tom.

"Sixty seven five," Tom said succinctly.

"Could'a been worse I guess," Vinnie said philosophically. "You can take it out of the share sale, OK?"

"OK, Vin. Don't worry about it for now. It's all looked after," Tom said.

"Did you whack him?"

"Yeah, couple times," Tom said simply.

"Thanks. What about his pal, the East Indian guy," Vinnie asked curiously.

"Mounties got him. Parole violation. He won't be a problem."

"How'd you do this?" 

"I got friends in low places," Tom laughed.

"Same friends that found out about Marcia and the other stuff?"

"Yup."

"You owe for that?"

"A bit ...no big deal."

"I'll cover it," Vinnie said simply.

They were having one of those compact conversations that had become part of their teenage and early adulthood patterns of speech. It seemed to have ended in the past year, but here it was back again as if it had never left. 




Jenny Ch. 07



'You goin' to tell mom and dad everything?" Tom asked.

"Don't know. Probably -- except maybe the hospital. How much do they know?"

"They know about the gambling and the debt. Not much else," Tom answered.

"How'd they take it?"

"Pretty good. They knew something was up, and that I'd get involved."

"Everything OK on the job?"

"Yeah, no problems."

"You gonna whack me when I'm better?"

"Nah! No fun in that ... too easy," Tom laughed.

"Tom ... I never got a chance to lay a finger on him. He had me right from the beginning," Vinnie said, looking up at his brother.

"Yeah, that's how it's supposed to work. I guess he hit pretty hard, huh?"

"Hands like stone. I thought I was gonna die. Never felt pain like that," he said quietly.

"Yeah, I know. That's what he's good at. Helps keep the cash flow moving," Tom grinned.

"How's Jenny and Nikki?"

"Fine. Jenny says hi and when you get better, you got extra time in the Jacuzzi."

"That sounds good right about now."

They chatted for a few more minutes before Tom rose and held his brother's hand, giving it a squeeze before he left to head home.

-0-

Tom and Steve Inhalt sat around in Tom's living room, exchanging ideas on Vinnie's future. Tom was going to try and talk his brother into accepting the five year payout at $120 thousand per year. 

He was also going to suggest Vinnie go into business for himself as a framing contractor. It was Vinnie's strength, and he could probably find more work that he could handle. Tom would guarantee him all the framing work he had, but he knew that there were plenty of other builders who need skilled framers these days, and it was something Vinnie had become very good at. 

Tom would also allow Vinnie to take three men with him who had been largely rough carpenters, and who had been doing most of the framing. Tom's crew could then concentrate on the joinery and finish carpentry as well as miscellaneous hardware and installations, crew scheduling and problem solving. Everyone else would be a sub-contractor. 

It would cut down management time and people resources. It would give Tom time to find another crew chief and train some additional people. It would also mean that it was possible for Blanton and Sons to grow without putting an unacceptable strain on the existing people. 

The most important components of the plan would be to get Vinnie to see this as an opportunity. In addition, he had to get his finances and credit restored so that he could purchase the lumber, trusses, nails and power equipment necessary, as well as pay his crews. 

For a while, Tom would have to be his banker, but sooner or later, Vinnie would have to run it as a profitable business, standing on its own. Tom could only hope that his brother would grab this opportunity and run with it. 

On Sunday afternoon, Tom picked up Vinnie at the hospital and drove him to his parents' home. Vinnie had insisted he wanted to talk to them, let them know what had happened, and that the worst was over. He also wanted to let them know of his decision to sell his share to Tom. 

The ride to West Vancouver was quiet on a gloomy, drizzly fall day just before Halloween. Vinnie was stiff and sore and finding it difficult to get around, but otherwise was recovering well. His chest was taped in a wide elastic bandage which needed to be removed and replaced before and after his daily shower. 

His ribcage showed yellow and purple marks bruises from the beating on both sides of his body. He had accepted Tom's offer to stay in his spare bedroom for a few days until he could look after himself. It would be too much for his parents to handle, and Tom could assist him without any problem. Jenny had readily agreed and Nikki was happy to have Uncle Vinnie in the house as well. 

Their parents were horrified at the beating Vinnie had taken, but were relieved when Tom assured them that it was over with, and the debt had been repaid. Vinnie apologized for causing his mother and father pain and concern over his behavior. He also apologized for his personal stupidity at getting in the mess in the first place. 

He admitted he had been acting badly in the past months, and promised everyone that it was behind him. He told them of his decision to sell his share to Tom, and to start his own business. Tom had broached the subject of setting him up as a sub-contractor for framing and Vinnie had jumped at it like a drowning man after a life preserver. It would give him his freedom along with the freedom to be his own boss. 

Tom suggested they meet with Steve Inhalt to discuss how the financial structure would look. At first Vinnie didn't understand why that was necessary, but when Tom explained the credit and cash flow issues of sub-contractors, Vinnie recognized he was going to need their help. 

For his part, Tom was delighted with the change in attitude of his brother and hoped this was the beginning of a new relationship with him. He would do everything in his power to help him become successful, but in the end, Vinnie would have to do it for himself.



Jenny Ch. 08



This is the final chapter in my re-post of Jenny, a story written over two years ago when I was just starting. I have edited it to improve the punctuation, grammar and, I hope, the readability. 

*

Jenny and Ingrid were enjoying the last minutes of their "girls' night out" as they sat in Ingrid's great room and enjoyed a glass of wine. Jenny had told Ingrid of her desire for to become pregnant and she and Tom were hoping they would know soon. 

She had also shared her concerns over Tom's intervention on Vinnie's behalf. While the incident turned out well, she sensed Tom had taken some personal risks that might have put him in danger. Tom had brushed the confrontation off, but Jenny had recognized that he wasn't telling her the whole story. Eventually the conversation got around to their husbands.

"It will take me forever to find out where Steve learned all his bedroom 'tricks'." Ingrid confessed.

"He keeps claiming he read about them in books, but I know better," she laughed. "I keep nattering at him about it but he stays tight-lipped

Jenny was amused. "What difference does it make if you're getting all the fun from it?"

"None, I suppose, but it drives me crazy when he won't tell me," Ingrid admitted. "Is Tom holding back any secrets of his own?"

"Not that I know of, but I'm sure I don't know everything about him. He seemed awfully sure of himself when he dealt with that loan shark. I don't know why." 

"We all have secrets, Jenny." Ingrid smiled enigmatically. 

"Not me. I've lived a mostly boring life," Jenny offered.

"Oh really. What about that other Jenny who showed up the first night you were with Tom?" she smirked.

"That's not a secret. Even I didn't know that would happen," she laughed.

"Yeah, well if you're smart, it'll be a secret now."

"Ingrid, you told me that Steve had asked you to marry him many times, I think you said twenty?" 

"Yeah, well ... I may have exaggerated a bit, but that's right."

"What happened the twentieth time? Why was it different?" 

"It wasn't, I guess. I think he just wore me down." 

"What made it so hard to say yes? You knew you were in love with him, and you knew there wasn't any doubt in his mind that he was in love with you. I'm sorry ... I'm prying ... It's none of my business," Jenny trailed off.

"That's OK," Ingrid smiled. "I must have asked myself the same question a thousand times too!" 

She paused and she looked off into the distance for a moment. 

"You remember what I said about secrets ... how we all have them? Well, I had one I couldn't share with Steve. Not then anyway."

Jenny sat quietly looking at Ingrid, waiting for her to continue in her own time, and at her own pace.

"My ex-husband, Max, was a nasty, kinky kind of guy. I was a nineteen year old reckless girl. I wasn't a virgin when I met him, but I might has well have been. He taught me more about crazy, uninhibited sex than I ever imagined, and I loved it. I thought that's what being a complete woman was all about." 

Ingrid paused again and then continued. 

"I don't know why he asked me to marry him. He didn't want a wife, he wanted a concubine. A fuck buddy. I was just too naïve to see that. Anyway, as time went on, he got kinkier and kinkier and then he started in on me about an 'open marriage.' 

"He wanted to screw other women, and he wanted me to look after some of his friends. I wasn't having any part of that. I told him no in no uncertain terms that it wasn't going to happen." 

Ingrid stopped for a moment, took a sip of her wine and then shook her head.

"I should have known he wouldn't take no for an answer. Anyway, I got home from work early one day and walked into the bedroom and there was Max and the next door neighbor's wife on our bed, naked. There was semen all over her and the bedding, a used condoms on the floor, along with their clothes. The pair of them were fast asleep. They'd obviously screwed themselves into oblivion. The bitch was even snoring. I almost laughed out loud!" Ingrid grinned as she recalled the scene.

Jenny had covered her mouth with her hand. Her intake of breath and wide eyes expressed her shock. "What did you do?"

"The smartest thing I've ever done in my entire life. I took off my shoes, quietly walked over to my dresser and picked up my little 35mm camera and shot the last eight pictures left on the roll. Even the flash didn't wake them up!" 

"Then I went down to the little one hour photo shop in the mall, you know, the one where you can see anyone's pictures as they come off the machine. I stood outside the window and waited until my roll started to come through, and then I started telling passers-by that they should wait a few seconds and see the special portraits I had shot," Ingrid laughed again.

Jenny's jaw dropped. "No! You didn't!"

"I sure as hell did. A handful of people got quite an eyeful that afternoon. Unfortunately, there were a couple of kids in the audience and they didn't need to see that," Ingrid said, shaking her head. 

"I went back into the shop and made two more copies of the last eight pictures, and then headed for a lawyers office on the outside of the mall. None of them could see me right away and I just sat in the waiting room for a while, and then I started to cry. I couldn't believe how stupid I was. I just wanted to go somewhere and hide," she confessed.

"Oh Ingrid, it must have been horrible!" Jenny sympathized. "I can't imagine what I'd do if it happened to me."

"Anyway, after I while, I got up and went home. I don't know why, it was the only place I could go, I guess," she said wistfully. "Max was awake, the woman was gone and I was just starting to get really, really, pissed off. 

"I sat at the kitchen table and in he waltzes like it's just another day at the office. It was all I could do to keep from taking a carving knife to his balls!

"I opened the photo package and pulled out the pictures. Naturally he wanted to see them, so I handed them to him. It took him a couple of minutes to get to the last eight and then the shit hit the fan. He started swearing, and ripping them up, and throwing the torn pieces around the kitchen. 

"I had taken the extra prints and the negatives and given them to the lawyer's receptionist to hold for me when I got an appointment. Max started screaming at me that I was trying to blackmail him, and that he had more on me than I'd ever have on him. I couldn't figure out what the hell he was talking about. I just had to wait until he had calmed down enough to hear what I was telling him. 

"I told him the negatives were in the hands of my lawyer, and I would be filing for divorce at the first opportunity. That set him off again. He couldn't seem to grasp the idea that infidelity was grounds and I was the victim, not the perpetrator. That's when he spilled the big pot of beans," Ingrid said with a note of finality.

Jenny was lost in the narrative and completely captured by this story of deceit. She sat motionless, listening to Ingrid's every word.

"Max said he had a video tape of him and I having sex. Not just any sex, but real, full blown, kinky sex. He had got one of his buddies to hide in the house and then he jumped me and got me going pretty good. Like I said, I like sex and I guess it was one of those times when I was up for the game, and put on quite a show while his pal was recording it all on video." 

"Oh no, what did you do?" Jenny asked, again shocked at another revelation.

"I told him I didn't believe him, so he disappeared for a couple of minutes and came back with a VCR tape in his hand and asked me if I wanted to have a look. Naturally, I couldn't say no. It was awful, Jenny. I was so humiliated, I couldn't believe that was me on the screen, but there wasn't any doubt. I just felt sick to my stomach," Ingrid concluded.

"Oh god, Ingrid, that's horrible. Does he still have that tape?" she asked.

"Yeah, he's still got it. He hasn't used it that I know of, but I'll bet all his buddies have seen it several times. That's one of the reasons I left Kelowna and came down here. I didn't want to run into any of those creeps."

"And Steve doesn't know about this?" Jenny asked cautiously.

"No, I haven't told him yet. Maybe I never will. It was over fifteen years ago, and I was just a kid. Every year that goes by is that much more distance between me and my past," she said sadly. "I don't know where Max is, but I haven't seen or heard from him since the divorce. I thought for sure he'd use it against me, but my lawyer had so much shit on him that I think he figured he'd wait a while. I'm not even sure he's still alive."

"Wow, have I ever lived a sheltered life," Jenny laughed. "You really had an exciting time back then." 

"I guess so, Jen. But I wouldn't trade today for anything in the world. The past is just a bad memory, and that's fading a bit more every year. Maybe that's why I can live without knowing all of Steve's secrets," Ingrid said philosophically. "That way I don't have to tell him all of mine."

-0-

Jenny had developed the habit of visiting Tom's mother and father at least once a week. Her work schedule had been reduced after she had married and had informed the MacDonald family that she would be trying to have more children. 

The family were disappointed that she wouldn't be taking over as a principal buyer, but recognized they didn't want to lose her. They sat down and worked out a manageable schedule for her until she took pregnancy leave. 

After that, decisions could be made about when she could return to work on a limited schedule. At present, she was working three days a week and available for buying trips this fall and winter. 

Tom had made it clear that they didn't need her income, and that she should only work if she enjoyed it, and it didn't interfere with their personal lives. His schedule demanded his full attention from April through September, the maximum daylight period of the year. 

But something else had arisen which had been unexpected and would cause Tom and Jenny to reassess their futures. It was now apparent that Tom's father would never completely recover from his stroke, and in all likelihood, would retire from active participation in the business. 

By the end of the year, Vinnie would be set up in his own company as a framing contractor, and that would leave two very big holes to fill. For all intents and purposes, Tom would become Blanton Construction, holding 50% of the shares, but 100% of the responsibility. It would mean a complete rethink of the management structure of the company. 

Tom would have to devote a significant amount of time recruiting new management and/or developing it from within. He had one proven candidate in Robbie Delgado, but he needed at least one more. More importantly, he needed someone to take the administrative load off him so that he could continue to run the field operations. These were problems he shared with Jenny, and they spent many hours pondering their alternatives.

With Tuesday and Thursday off, Jenny had some time for herself and would be home when Nikki came home from school. Tom's parents had accepted Jenny as one of the family and a daughter they had never had. Jenny would usually visit them on Tuesday for lunch and they would discuss matters of the day, or just pass the time in pleasant conversation. 

Not long after Vinnie had announced his decision to form his own company, the three of them were discussing the incident which led to Vinnie's beating and Tom's rescue of the situation. 

"I still don't understand why Tom didn't think that situation was dangerous," Jenny said in wonder. "He shrugged it off as if it didn't mean anything, but I was really worried."

"I was too, Jenny," Louise confirmed. "But Tom isn't an ordinary guy when it comes to defending himself," she said cryptically.

"What do you mean, Louise?"

"Didn't he tell you? He has a black belt in Karate. He's had it for years, when he was in school." 

"No, he never said a word about it!" Jenny exclaimed

"When Tom was young, he used to be small and not very strong. He wanted to play football, but he was too small. He didn't weigh enough. He tried out for the wrestling team in junior high school, but he wasn't strong enough for that either. The only thing he could get into was karate at the Community Center. 

"So he tried out and started there when he was about fifteen. Just about then, he started to grow, and he was doing very well in the competitions. When he got up to about the middle of the rankings, a man from a private club in Vancouver saw him in a tournament and asked him to join his club. He would become his teacher. 

"Tom did very well with this man and he kept moving higher and higher in the city rankings, and then in the provincial rankings. He was still growing at eighteen and you could see all the work with his dad and all the training at the gym had made him into a big, strong boy," Louise paused.

"Is that why he wasn't afraid of that loan shark guy, Tremblay?" Jenny asked.

"Yes, I think so," Louise nodded. "Karate taught him a lot about self-control and only using your power when it's absolutely necessary. I think it made him a better person, and I know it helped him in school. He was only an ordinary student until he got involved, but every year his grades got better and better. 

"He treated his school work very seriously. He was always smart enough, but now he was using that discipline to be a better student. We were very proud of him when he earned his black belt. There were very few of them in the province, and he was one of them." 

"That explains a lot," Jenny smiled. "He's very conscious of his power and he works very hard to keep it under control."

Louise looked at Jenny with a knowing smile, and Jenny blushed. Each knew what the other was thinking. Tony had been sitting quietly listening to Louise talk about Tom and nodding his head in concurrence with her comments.

"Eees ah goohd mahn, Chennee! Eee whull look ahftuh yooo," Tony slurred slowly, with great effort.

Jenny smiled and nodded. "Yes, I know, I'm lucky to have him." 

-0-

Tom had scheduled a meeting with Robbie Delgado for 3pm that same Tuesday afternoon. He needed Robbie's help, advice and support to get Blanton Construction back on track. He had come to rely on the diminutive young Mexican-born worker. Like Tom, his training had been at B.C.I.T., but Robbie had done it the hard way. Night school while holding down a steady job. He was the energy that Tom fed from on days when he wondered if they would get all their tasks done on time. 

"Robbie, how's Julie?" Tom asked by way of greeting that afternoon.

"Big!" Robbie replied. "Just another month and I'll be a dad again. But to answer your question, she's fine." 

"Wow, two kids in what, four years?" Tom marveled. "I'm jealous," he laughed.

"Yeah, but as soon as I find out what's causing it, I'm goin' to put a stop to it," Robbie laughed in return.

"You're a lucky guy, Robbie. I just hope Jen and I can do some catching up in the next couple of years."

"Good luck, but for now, I guess we'd better get down to business, eh?"

"Yep! Did you have any luck with the upcoming graduation class at B.C.I.T.?" Tom asked.

"Yes, I think so. I've got my eye on three people, two guys, and a really sharp girl!" 

"Good! Are they all available in January?" Tom asked hopefully.

"The girl and one guy are, the other guy has some classes to make up and won't be done until May," Robbie responded.

"That may not be so bad. It will give us time to get the two of them started and then we can pick up one more just as the busy season gets going," Tom suggested. "Do they all look like winners?" 

"Hey, Tom, we're talking B.C.I.T. here!" Robbie laughed. "You have doubts?"

"OK, let's set up the interviews as soon as we can. I don't want to lose any of them between now and graduation." T

"I'll look after it. Any particular timing?" 

"Yeah, tomorrow!" Tom grinned. "Naw, but as soon as you can. I'll make sure I'm available. It's our number one priority right now."

"Consider it done," Robbie said simply.

"Now, what about leadership? Any likely candidates for lead hand in the crews?" 

"I wish I could tell there are, but I don't see anyone. We've got some good workers, but I haven't seen any leaders emerge yet. I've been so busy, I haven't really been able to spend time with the guys. I think Derek Tryon is smart enough, but I'm not so sure about his people skills. He's someone that I have to spend some more time with," Robbie concluded. 

"Well, maybe, if you think he's got potential, we can send him for training. They don't learn this stuff by accident." 

"Yeah, well, that's one less guy on the crew, so if we're going to do that, it had better be in the next four months or we'll be shooting ourselves in the foot," Robbie said ruefully.

"OK, let me see what I can find that fits. You think it's just people skills he needs?" 

"A bit of management training wouldn't hurt. He's not one of our B.C.I.T. guys, so he doesn't have the background they have. But in every other way, he looks good," Robbie said brightly.

"OK, leave it with me," Tom smiled. "Meeting adjourned ... can I buy you a beer?"

Robbie took a quick look at his watch and said, "OK, I've got time for one. I hate to leave Julie alone for too long. I want her to rest and not bother with all the housework. I can help with that stuff." 

Tom nodded his approval and they headed off to the pub. It would give Tom the chance he was looking for to talk to Robbie about something important and personal. 

He had come to rely on Robbie so much in the past year and he realized he would be a prize possession for any contractor. He didn't want to lose him, either to a competitor or have him start his own business. He wanted to make Robbie a partner in Blanton Construction and he now had an extra share to make the offer attractive. 

As they entered the Pub, Tom found a quiet corner with no one around and they sat down. The waitress quickly took their order and they were served within a couple of minutes. 

"Robbie, you know how happy I am with what you contribute to our company. You really make a big difference to our bottom line and better than that, you're a good people person, something I think is really important," Tom began.

"I want to make sure you are happy at Blanton, and I want to make sure you are properly rewarded for your efforts. I have been trying to think of a way and now I have one. 

"You know I bought Vinnie's share back recently. I'm sure you also know that my father and mother hold one share each as long as they are alive. In the past, only a Blanton could hold a share, but in the last couple of months, there have been some big changes in the family. My dad will never come back to work, Robbie. With Vinnie starting his own company, I'll be the one and only Blanton with operating responsibility. I've talked to Mom and Dad about this idea and they are in agreement. We would like to offer you a half share in Blanton Construction," he concluded abruptly.

Robbie sat stunned, speechless for a moment. 

"I don't know what to say, Tom. How much will the half share cost?" he asked cautiously.

"Nothing! You've earned it and I want you around here for a long time to come," Tom grinned. "With the current profit structure, you should more than double your income next year, even with a half share."

Now Robbie was truly speechless. He sat looking at Tom, his eyes blinking, trying to comprehend the meaning of this offer. Julie wouldn't have to go back to work. They could buy that house they were longing for, and his long hard climb up from the bottom would be worth all the effort.

"I really don't know what to say besides thank you," Robbie said quietly. "It will mean everything to our family."




Jenny Ch. 08



"The other half share is there for the future, Robbie. If one of my parents should pass away or if anything were to happen to me, the other half of the share would automatically become yours," Tom explained. 

"I'm ... I ... I don't know what to say. This is amazing. You can't imagine how good this makes me feel," he said, standing and reaching to shake Tom's hand. 

"Well, it makes me feel pretty good too, Robbie," Tom smiled. "I'm just glad the opportunity was there. I knew we needed to do something for you, but this was the best possible way."

"Wow, wait 'till I tell Julie about this. What a day!" 

"Well, don't hang around here, then," Tom said abruptly. "Get on home and give her the good news. Thank you again, Tom. This is really something special. I won't ever forget this day." 

With that, he turned and walked rapidly out of the Pub on his way home. 

Tom sat quietly in the corner booth and contemplated all the great things that had happened to him over the past few months. The two people he cared most about outside his own family were now part of his family. First Jenny and now Robbie. It had been a good day. A very, very good day.

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Tom walked into his kitchen and looked at Jenny with a much exaggerated smile on his face. 

Jenny looked at him, recognized the signal and said, "You did the deed?"

Tom gave her a big hug and said, "Yes. Senor Roberto Delgado will become a shareholder in Blanton Construction at midnight, January first."

"That's wonderful Tom. I'm sure Julie will be very, very happy with the news. How did Robbie react?" 

"I caught him completely by surprise. He didn't know what to say. He thought he would have to pay for the share."

"Really! Oh my, it must have come as a real shock when he found out it was a gift." 

"Yup! Speechless!" Tom grinned. "Where's Nikki?"

"Downstairs, doing her homework, I hope," she answered. She paused for a moment and then, "You never told me you had a black belt in karate."

Tom looked at her and frowned. "I didn't think it was important." 

"Your mother did. She said it was all the difference in the world in your school work," Jenny continued.

"I suppose," Tom answered nonchalantly.

"Is that why you didn't think you were in danger with Tremblay?" 

"Sort of."

"You're not giving me much, are you?"

"Nope," he said, looking at her with a faint smile.

"Did you hit him?"

"Yeah, once."

"Hard?"

"Very."

"Just once?"

"Just once."

"Did you hurt him badly?"

"Couple of ribs I think."

"Good. He deserved it after what he did to Vinnie," she said unexpectedly.

Tom looked at her with a frown. "No, not good. It goes against all my training. We aren't the Sopranos, you know."

Jenny just laughed and went back to preparing their evening meal. A moment later Nikki popped into the kitchen. 

"Hi dad. When's dinner mom?"

"Coming right up. Wash your hands first."

As Nikki went to the bathroom to wash, Jenny turned to Tom.

"You got any of those karate moves you can show me later?" she smirked.

"Pretty tough stuff for a frail young lady like you," he warned.

"Oh yeah, what about 'Jumpin' Jenny?'" she asked with an arched eyebrow.

"Well, that's different. I might have a move or two for her," he winked.

After supper, Nikki had returned to her downstairs domain, and Tom and Jenny cleaned up the kitchen. Jenny had just finished washing the items not destined for the dishwasher, and Tom was busy putting things away when the door bell rang. Jenny took off her apron and headed for the front door. 

Tom continued to put things away and when he finished, was surprised that he couldn't hear Jenny, and that she hadn't returned to the kitchen yet. He walked out of the kitchen, through the dining room and into the great room and stopped dead in his tracks.

Jenny was backing slowly into the room from the entrance foyer with her hands extended in front of her. Tom began to move toward her when he saw the man carefully walk into the living room. It was Martin Tremblay, and he had a gun in his hand.

"Stop right there, asshole!" Tremblay snarled.

"What do you want?" Tom asked in a low voice.

"I owe you and you owe me. I got two cracked ribs from your last visit and you're gonna pay for that." 

"You've been paid ... and as for the ribs ... I told you nobody messes with my family," Tom shot back.

Tremblay had continued to work his way into the living room, driving Jenny back closer to Tom.

"Here's what's going to happen, asshole!" Tremblay continued. He reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out a roll of duct tape and threw it to Tom. "You're going to tie your cute little wifey up and then tape her to one of those chairs. Then, you're going to go to the bank and get me twenty-five grand to help me feel better and keep me from doing any harm to your sweet little lady here." 

There was no mistaking the menace in his voice, or the single mindedness of his plan. 

"I don't suppose you've figured out that the banks aren't open until tomorrow?" Tom offered quietly.

"I can wait, and so can you. Now tape her hands together and make it good!" 

Tom turned and stood in front of Jenny. He handed her the roll of tape and whispered, "Stand very still."

He turned back to Tremblay with his hands up at shoulder height in what seemed to be surrender. 

"I said tape her hands ... now!"

"No!"

"Whaddya mean no. I'm the one with the gun!" Tremblay growled, and moved closer to Tom, waving the gun in a dangerous fashion.

Tom caught a whiff of the gunman's breath and smelled liquor. He continued to shield Jenny from the man and waited patiently as Tremblay moved another step closer.

"Just one more step," Tom thought to himself as his eyes were welded on the intruder. He stood still with his hands raised and waited. 

"You want a bullet in you?" Tremblay yelled as he made that one more step toward Tom.

He never knew what hit him. The hardened edge of Tom's left hand snapped his right wrist like a stale pretzel. He would have screamed in pain if it weren't for the fact that the heel of Tom's right hand slammed into his mouth, splattering blood and teeth over the immediate area. The heel of Tom's left hand slapped hard into Tremblay's right ear, instantly bursting the ear drum. 

Tremblay sank to his knees, the gun dropped from his hand harmlessly onto the carpet, and the now unconscious man slumped the rest of the way to the floor. The entire drama had taken less than three seconds. Tom kicked the gun across the floor, out of the intruder's reach.

Tom turned to Jenny whose mouth was open and her eyes wide in shock. She hadn't really seen what Tom had done to the man, but in a blur of action, he had ended the confrontation. Tom wrapped his arms around his wife and held her closely for a moment, then led her to the kitchen. He looked directly into her eyes before he spoke.

"Jenny, please go downstairs and make sure Nikki is alright, and keep her down there while I deal with this. OK?"

Jenny nodded and slowly went to the basement stairs.

Tom took the cordless phone from its cradle and hit 911.

"Yes, I'd like to report an attempted home invasion," he began. He gave the voice on the other end of the line his name, address, phone number and requested an ambulance. Within five minutes, the local police arrived.

The constable and his partner approached Tom's house cautiously. Tom had left the front door open and both the porch light and foyer light on. He stood in the middle of the living room in plain sight of the policemen and near the unconscious form of Martin Tremblay.

"Are you the person who called 911?" the first constable asked.

"Yes, I'm Tom Blanton," was his clear reply.

"Who's this guy on the floor?" the constable asked, looking carefully at Tom.

"His name is Martin Tremblay, and he came into our house armed with that pistol over there," Tom answered, pointing at the gun on the edge of the carpet.

"How did he end up like this?" the constable asked.

"I disarmed him. He was threatening me and my wife with the gun. I'm sure you'll want a full statement and we can do that anytime, but right now my wife is traumatized, and in the basement with our daughter," Tom said forcefully. 

"What did you hit him with?" the constable continued.

"My hands," Tom answered simply.

At that point the ambulance and paramedics arrived along with two more police cars. It was turning into a festival of flashing red, yellow and blue lights. Two officers were dispatched to the basement to find Jenny and Nikki. 

The paramedics determined that Tremblay had no life threatening injuries and strapped him to a gurney. Two more officers accompanied him to the hospital. By the time the officers had briefly interviewed Jenny to get her version of the events, and had brought her and Nikki back upstairs, Tremblay was gone and the gun had been bagged for evidence. Other than some blood spatter on the carpet, there was little evidence that a major drama had occurred in the room. 

Jenny was visibly shaken and had not spoken a word other than her halting answers to the policemen when they interviewed her in the basement. The police quickly compared notes and determined that what they said had happened appeared to be the case. 

Due to the lateness of the hour, not to mention the nearness of the end of their shift, they asked Tom and Jenny to come to the police station tomorrow to formalize their statements. Both readily agreed.

A half hour later, the three Blanton's were sitting at the kitchen table. Tom was patiently explaining what happen to Nikki in a way that wouldn't frighten her before Jenny sent her off to bed. The youngster had been completely unaware of the events in their living room and was only concerned when her mother had come downstairs and sat silently with her watching TV. She didn't understand why there were so many policemen in the house and why they had to talk to her mom in the basement. Tom did his best to minimize the situation, and for now that seemed to have worked. 

Jenny was a different matter. She had answered the door and when Martin Tremblay had asked her if this was Tom Blanton's home, she said it was. Tremblay then produced the gun and told her that if she didn't want to get hurt or killed, she would quietly walk back into the house. 

She had held her hands out as futile protection as she backed into the great room. She thought she might faint from fear. When Tom appeared behind her she stopped moving, wide eyed with terror, not knowing what to do next. Once again, Tom had taken charge, seemingly a different person, and strangely calm in these circumstances. When he whispered to her to stay still, she easily complied. She was rigid with fear. 

She couldn't see what actually happened. Tom had made himself a human shield to protect her from Tremblay and his big frame blocked out any sight she might have had of the intruder. She nearly fainted again when Tom refused to tape her up. She was sure the next thing she would hear would be a gunshot. 

But no, instead, in what seemed to be only an instant, the whole confrontation had ended. The intruder was on the floor and the gun was on the other side of the room. The nightmare was over.

Jenny tried to calm down, but she was still shaking from the drama. She had never seen a real gun before, much less having one pointed threateningly at her. She had deduced from the conversation that the man was the loan shark who Tom had paid off to free Vinnie from his debt. 

As she sat at the kitchen table just staring at her hands, she was conscious of Tom's arm around her. She looked at him and saw a calm, resolute face. It had been devoid of fear, and he had saved her and the family from real danger. 

She was vaguely angry with Vinnie for bringing this all down on them. She was caught unawares by the events. She had never felt this vulnerable before. She wondered how long it would be before she got over this night. 

Later, in bed, Tom held Jenny closely. She had been crying off and on. She admitted how frightened she had been. Just before they had retired, the phone rang and Jenny jumped in shock. It was the city newspaper, asking about a report of a home invasion. Tom referred them to the police and hung up. The phone rang a few more times, but they chose not to answer it. They would deal with the police and media in the morning. Neither Tom nor Jenny slept well that night.

In the morning, Jenny was up early, made coffee and Nikki's lunch as well as their regular breakfast. Despite the lack of sleep and the traumatic events of the preceding evening, she felt alert and was anxious to get the statement to the police over with. 

Tom arrived in the kitchen looking decidedly worse. He had not slept well either. He had been forced to use his karate skills against another human being, and the result was a badly injured opponent. He didn't feel good about it, but had rationalized that he could not have taken the chance that Tremblay might have gotten a shot off and potentially killed one or both of them. He too was anxious to get the police report behind them. 

It took nearly two hours to formally file their statements with the police. The officers made it clear that there was no doubt about the events of the previous evening, and that there was no reason to be concerned about Tremblay being granted bail any time soon. 

He was in hospital under guard, and would be transferred to the local jail when the doctors deemed him fit to be released. His blood alcohol level was 0.1 when he was tested almost two hours after the incident. There was no permit for the gun, as it had been stolen in the U.S. and smuggled into Canada. His previous brushes with the law included assault and uttering threats, and that pretty well precluded bail. 

Tom had briefly considered only telling the police about the home invasion portion of his history with Tremblay, but decided the downside of that strategy might come back to haunt him. Instead, he gave them the entire story about Vinnie's loan, the beating, the arrest of the enforcer and the payout to cover the debt. He only left out the single punch that had cracked two of Tremblay's ribs. 

The officer taking the statement nodded knowingly and suggested Tom's brother had been very lucky to have someone like him who could bail him out. Shortly before eleven that morning, Tom and Jenny walked out of the police station and headed for their vehicles. Jenny had regained her composure and was back to her normal routine. She was still shaken by the events, but had accepted that it was over and that there was no danger of retaliation. Nikki was in school and Jenny was on her way to the store for the balance of the day. Tom headed for his truck and a quick review of activities with Robbie. Once again, Robbie had stepped into the breach, and covered all the jobsites. 

Jenny was still in awe over Tom's cool demeanor and skillful handling of another dangerous situation. He seemed to be another person when danger was present. He had faced down a man with a loaded gun and had disarmed him in a couple of seconds. He had probably saved her from an unknown fate at the hands of Martin Tremblay. He didn't show any signs of anger. In fact, if anything, he was disappointed that he had to hurt someone. She wondered what other secret skills he possessed.

It was Friday and Tom was home early for a change. Jenny smiled and kissed him when he walked into the kitchen that early evening. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her closely to him.

"Pack a bag for you and Nikki, love. We are getting out of here for the weekend," Tom stated flatly.

"Really!" she exclaimed. "Where are we going?"

"I have a beach house in Madeira Park for the weekend," he said with an exaggerated smile. "If we leave in the next hour, we can be there before nine tonight."

"Oh, that sounds great, Tom. I'll get Nikki and we'll be ready to go in no time. You can tell me how this all came about in the car," she laughed.

Within a half hour, an excited Nikki, and an ever-organized Jenny were ready to go for the weekend. They piled all the gear into the Jaguar and headed for the Horseshoe Bay ferry dock, and the 5:30 sailing to Langdale. They made it with ease and decided to eat dinner on the other side in Gibson's Landing. 

The forty minute ferry ride was made in the dark of the late November afternoon. Jenny had her legs tucked up under her in the forward lounge seat beside Tom and had her arm over his shoulders listening to him tell her about his friend who had offered the house to them for the weekend. 

Their neighbor would let the carpet cleaners in to look after the stains from the previous night's craziness. Getting out of town avoided the media circus that might have developed, and would give them a couple of days of privacy before returning on Sunday. 

The police had been reluctant to release much information and the neighbors were not anxious to have TV cameras camped out on their street. As a result, the story was not getting much traction. 

Jenny put her head on Tom's shoulder and closed her eyes. Last night's lack of sleep was catching up to her. Nikki was exploring the ferry and had been past her mother and step-father's location a couple of times. Tom had made life sane again for them. He knew what to do and it took away the fear of the unknown. They were in good hands. The only question left in Jenny's mind was when to tell Tom she was pregnant.

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