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Jeanna

By: Bones Malone



"Oh come on, it'll be fun!" Sally said. Yeah sure, fun for a bunch of horny guys maybe, Jeanna thought. She clearly felt anxious about going to the party, but as usual, Sally had managed to drag her along. 

"Okay, we're here," Sally said with a big grin. "You excited?" 

"Uh, yeah, sure. Can we go home now?"

"Very funny. Let's go." Jeanna reluctantly got out of the car. She was a blonde of medium height with a great body. Her tight outfit didn't leave much to the imagination either. She and Sally walked up the path toward the house. It wasn't really a big deal anyway, she figured. There would only be six or seven of them. Greg answered the door, with a beer already in hand. 

"Sally, Jeanna, so glad you could make it! Thank God, too. I didn't want to sit around all night with these bums." Jeanna looked to where Greg was pointing. There were a couple guys she didn't know. Sam was also there, standing next to them, thank goodness. She didn't think she could make it through the night without him. They had been going out for a little while. Nothing serious yet, but she had a good feeling about him. 

Beers were handed around to everyone. Jeanna gladly accepted them, knowing she would need all the help she could get to relax. After some talking and joking around, Greg stood up and said, 

"Okay then, are we all ready for tonight's movie?" Sally and the guys cheered. Sam looked over at Jeanna and shrugged. A movie--that didn't sound too bad. Greg came back with the videocassette. "Let's see," he was saying, making a big show of it, "what do we have here?" He held the tape at a distance, pretending to have a hard time reading it. One of the guys told him to get on with it. "Ah yes, here we are: Face-Cummers 8. Hmm, that sounds like a nice family movie. Ooh, Ebert & Roeper give it two thumbs up!" The guys laughed at this. Sam gave Jeanna a look that said, "I didn't know he was going to do this." Jeanna got up to leave but Sally pulled her back down.

"Come on now, Jeanna," she giggled, "be a little open-minded for once. It's harmless. And you never know, you might even learn a thing or two." Sally winked at her and laughed again. Jeanna sat back down. Maybe Sally was right, and anyway, she didn't want to spoil the fun. 

The movie started. After a lot of corny dialogue, the woman started licking the man's penis and sucking on it. Jeanna hadn't ever seen porn before so it was all pretty surreal to her. She couldn't help but be a little fascinated though. After several minutes of the woman playing with the man's cock, she let go of it and he stroked it himself. Jeanna saw the woman get down right in front of his penis, waiting eagerly for him to spray her. Jeanna had to admit that it was exciting her to see the woman so willing, so hungry for him. The man breathed faster and louder, letting the woman know that it was almost time. She smiled at this and shut her eyes lightly, tipping her head back, in preparation to take everything he had for her. 

Finally, the man reached his climax. Jeanna watched in awe as seven or eight thick streams of semen erupted out of the man's cock, right onto the woman's face. He hit her forehead, her chin, her cheeks, and her lips. The whole scene had such an effect on Jeanna that she couldn't breathe for a few seconds. When she finally got herself under control, her mind started to race wildly. This is what she was so reluctant about? Good God, what she had just seen was so beautiful! Nothing had ever made such an impression on her. In fact, she would love to try something like that herself! She smiled as she was thinking this. 

The other guys were clapping and joking around. Jeanna hadn't even noticed, being so lost in thought. She had seen all she needed to see. She grabbed Sam's wrist and pulled him out of the room. The others just kept their eyes on the screen. Jeanna couldn't blame them. 

"Hey, Jeanna," Sam said. "You holding up alright?" 

"Come with me." She led him into the bathroom and locked the door behind them. Sam thought she was still upset. 

"I swear I didn't know Greg was going to play that tape. I don't know why I even hang out with those freaks. I hope that scene didn't scar you for life." Sam smiled and rubbed her shoulders, trying to be the good boyfriend as best he could. Jeanna replied, 

"Yeah, it was pretty nasty--definitely disgusting. I think we should try it." 

"Try what?" Sam had totally missed it, which wasn't surprising, knowing what he did about Jeanna. She whispered in his ear. 

"I want you to shoot your cum onto my face. Will you do that for me?" Sam just stared at her for a while, and then a different smile started forming on his face. 

"You naughty little girl... You liked it!" Jeanna smiled bashfully, but at the same time she boldly reached out and started rubbing the bulge in his pants. 

"Now," she murmured, "you think you can help me out, or not?" Sam answered by quickly unzipping his pants and pulling them down with his boxers. His huge erection bounced into view, pulling Jeanna's gaze directly to it. "That's a good boy," she said smoothly, not looking away from it. 

Jeanna fell to her knees and stroked his cock with both hands. She focused all her attention on it. She knew that any second, it would smother her face with cum, just like the woman in the video. The thought drove her wild. Her hands massaged and tugged madly. 

"Oh God, Jeanna. That feels so good," Sam said. He pushed his hips forward, giving her free access to his cock. "Okay, I'm ready," he panted. Jeanna let go so he could take over, just like in the video, except this time it was really happening to her, Jeanna thought excitedly. 

Sam stroked his cock smoothly and evenly. Jeanna's hands were at his sides. She couldn't keep quiet. 

"Yes, Sam, come all over me," she said. "I want it so bad. Ooh, come for me. Come on my face!" This easily pushed Sam over the edge. He held onto the sink to keep him steady on his feet, and aimed his cock at Jeanna's forehead with his other hand. 

Her heart beat powerfully with the knowledge that she was now in the line of fire. As soon as the first jet of semen struck her face, Jeanna thought she was in heaven. It seemed as if nothing in the world mattered but that very moment. She felt weightless as several thick strands of his cream lined her cheeks and lips. She drank some of it down without even thinking about it, as some of the rest ran down her neck. As Sam's shootings slowed down, he got in closer and dripped onto Jeanna's nose. Her nails dug into his thighs in the ecstasy of the moment, and after what seemed like a great span of time, it was finished. 

Jeanna was breathing so hard that Sam was afraid she might pass out. When she finally slowed her airflow, she said, 

"My God. That was wonderful." 

"You're telling me!" Sam replied, in complete awe of her. "Jeanna," he said seriously, "you were absolutely amazing. I don't think any woman could lose herself in the moment the way you just did. Hell, you're easily as good as any porn star could ever be." This last part really hit home with Jeanna. 

"Really?" 

"Definitely." Maybe it wasn't such a crazy thought. After all, anything that could fill her with such complete joy had to at least be considered. 

"So how do I look right now?" she asked, giggling. 

"You look great! Have a look." Jeanna stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. She had rosy cheeks and her face was moist from sweating. Her face was more than halfway covered with Sam's sperm. 

"Wow," was all she could say. 

It had been a life-changing experience for Jeanna, no doubt about that. She didn't want to stop there though; it was time for the big leagues. She never in her wildest dreams thought she would want such a life if you had asked her a week before, but clearly, people change. 

She didn't have much of a clue about how to take the next step. She figured she would ask Greg for the videotape box. Maybe it had an address or Web site or something. 

As soon as she asked him about it, he gave her a very suspicious look. 

"Why? Is this some kind of trick?" 

"Ugh, Greg, don't be so paranoid. I just want to see if there's an address on the box." 

"Right, so you can write to them and complain, right?" 

"No, so maybe I can be in 'Face-Cummers 9.'" 

This took Greg so completely by surprise. Jeanna had stated her intentions so plainly, without a trace of sarcasm in her voice.

"Holy shit. You're serious aren't you?" 

Jeanna nodded, a little shyly. Why was she telling Greg? Well, she figured she might as well. Everyone would find out eventually. And anyway, Greg seemed to know a lot about it. 

"Hmm, life just got interesting didn't it?" Greg started rubbing his hands together and pacing back and forth. "Well you won't find anything on the tape box, but I can hook you up. Their studio is right over in Santa Monica. Hell I'll drive you myself, if..." A big smile spread over his face. 

"If what?" Jeanna asked, smiling a little too.

"Well, I mean, obviously you'll need a little more practice to uh, prepare for your audition, right?" 

"So… you want to come onto my face then?" she asked matter-of-factly. Greg stared at her again. 

"Umm, yes ma' am, I do believe I would enjoy that."

"Alright," she answered. "Let’s go to the bathroom." Greg led the way, not hesitating for a second. He looked like three Christmases were happening at once. When they were safely hidden in the room with the door locked, Jeanna took charge. "Okay, Greg. Whatever might happen later, this is my show now. Keep quiet and let me do what I want with you." Greg had no objection whatsoever to such an arrangement. He put his hands behind his back and simply said,

"Yes, ma’am." He knew better than to mess with a perfect situation like this. Jeanna looked down at his crotch. She could already tell that he had begun to harden. She got down on her knees in front of him, causing him to sigh deeply in anticipation. She opened him up and pulled him down, making him shudder at having his privates exposed to Jeanna. She smiled at how his bravado disappeared in the heat of the moment.

Jeanna reached out and cupped his balls, waiting for his cock to become fully erect. She enjoyed the feel of them, massaging them slightly. Greg was completely hard in no time. Jeanna took his shaft in both hands, squeezing hard without really meaning to. Her hands then stroked up and down together like a machine, twisting and rotating all the while. Jeanna tried to resist the urge to use her mouth but couldn’t. She slipped Greg’s cockhead into her mouth, and from there, she engulfed his entire penis, causing him to moan slightly. Jeanna had to admit that the full feeling in her mouth was pleasant enough, but she went back to using her hands. The idea was to take it on her face, after all, not down her throat, at least not all of it.

Jeanna could tell that Greg would be coming soon by his loud, even breathing. She felt the same excitement she felt with Sam: Cum would soon be all over her face. The thought made her moan a little, but she knew she couldn’t lose her head; she had to aim his cock just the right way so all his semen would land on her face.

Greg came as Jeanna stroked him wildly. His first shot sailed clear over her head, but she corrected immediately and took the rest on her lips, chin, and forehead. When Greg finished, she took his knob back into her mouth to make it shiny and clean, relishing the bitter taste in her mouth before swallowing. She finally looked up at Greg again, who was staring down at her in awe.

"You’re fabulous, you know that?," he said. "They’d be crazy not to hire you." This made Jeanna smile. After all, she figured, with Greg’s knowledge of porn, he ought to know what’s good and what isn’t.

The next day, Greg dropped Jeanna off at the studio in Santa Monica. They took her through a short interview to find out her experience. They were reluctant to give her a shot since she'd never had sex on camera before, but Jeanna, as in any other interview, made it clear that she would do her best to learn the business. The interviewer loved the way Jeanna looked right away. He told her that she was turning him on and asked for a blowjob as a type of audition. After thinking briefly how crazy this all was, Jeanna agreed.

She sucked the man off while he sat at his desk. As soon as his cock came into view, Jeanna had no trouble focusing on the task. The penis seemed to have a power over her these days, no matter who its owner was. She knew this meant that she was a total slut, but frankly, she didn’t really care. She gave a nearly perfect blowjob, swallowing everything the interviewer sprayed in her mouth. She was starting to acquire a taste for cum.

Because she expressed in her interview that her main interest was the cumshot on her face, inspired by the "Face-Cummers" video, the studio offered her $500 to do a naked, one-man cumshot clip on camera, and Jeanna agreed right away. She was nervous about getting naked in public, but as soon as her costar saw her pretty face and nice body, his cock rose very quickly, giving her great confidence. She found it all extremely exciting and arousing, which is why she was there, after all.

The clip was very straightforward. The camera roamed her naked body, paying closest attention to her face, breasts, butt, and crotch; then she went down on her knees to accept the cumshot from her costar, (a black man with a thick, ten-inch penis in this case). Her knowledge that many men would see her dirty nakedness and sexual degradation by a black man only enhanced her performance. During the seconds of the cumshot itself, Jeanna was as if possessed, caught up in the lust and ecstasy of the moment. She knew then that it was definitely something she could get used to in a hurry.

She easily wowed all the producers. Before she knew it, she had earned quite a lot of money, (which she shared with Greg for hooking her up), starred in "Face-Cummers 9," "10," and "11," among other things, and had a blast along the way, a truly unforgettable time.

Sally, Greg, and Sam all stayed a part of her life after her dirty porn days were behind her, and Sam could always be counted on to provide her with a nice facial every now and then, for old times sake.

And it all started with a little videotape at a little party that she got dragged to not so long ago. The thought always made Jeanna smile.

Jeanne



When I was in my early 30's I met Jeanne at a club in Virginia Beach one Friday night. It was about midnight and she was sitting at the bar with her friend. I could not help but notice her as she was wearing a bright red satin blouse and wonderfully tight white jeans. 

My friend and I went over and began chatting with them and we all hit it off. We danced several times. She was a wonderful dancer and seemed to enjoy being held close. Jeanne looked to be about 50 and had maintained a slender and attractive figure as well as very pretty blond hair. As we began chatting I couldn't help but notice her tits, although small, the material of her blouse clung to them and emphasized their shape. However, after we danced and were heading back to our seats I noticed her ass was really spectacular. I had a perfect round shape and looked perfect on her otherwise petit frame.

When closing time was approaching we all decided to go out for a late (or early, depending on your perspective) breakfast and continued to enjoy each other's company. As we were finishing, Jeanne said she was staying with her friend and asked us to follow them back to the house. We certainly did not disagree.

At the house Jeanne and I went to the den and our friends went to the living room so we would all have some privacy. Almost immediately Jeanne and I were kissing deeply and her passion was definitely growing. She did not mind when I began fondling her tits through her blouse and bra and told me, "I really your touch on my tits."

I told her, "Your nipples are really hard I can feel them through the material. I'd love to suck them." With that I moved my lips to her chest and began teasing her tits and could feel her hard tips and could almost roll them between my lips. 

As I did this Jeanne put her hands around my head pulling me to her chest and let me know how much she liked what I was doing. "You're making my nipples so big," she moaned.

We were both hot for action and Jeanne straddled me and began grinding her pussy against my hardening cock. I said, "We should go to the bedroom where I can really give you what you want."

Jeanne responded, "You are getting me really hot, but I just can't go all the way on the first date." She knew I was frustrated by what she had just said and continued, "I definitely want to feel more of your cock. You have me so hot and we still have our clothes on. I can only imagine how fantastic that hard meat will feel inside me. I'll give you my phone number so we can get together and do this right. But for now let me just enjoy it this way," as she kept humping away furiously and actually worked herself to an orgasm. "Oh fuck, you just made me cum! No made has ever made me do that with my clothes still on."

As we left she gave me her phone number and still breathless, said, "Call me soon," as she gave me one last deep kiss.

When I called Jeanne said, "I'm so glad to hear your voice. I've been thinking about you every minute since you left the other night." 

I asked if she had any plans for the next day which was Saturday. She said she would just be home relaxing so we agreed to get together about mid-afternoon. Jeanne lived out in the country so she told me to meet her at a grocery store I knew on the main road nearby and then I could follow her back to her house. The weather was still chilly so I agreed to bring some firewood to build a fire for us to enjoy since she was out of wood. 

When we met at the store, she was elegantly dressed in a pair of very tight blue jeans, with a simple white cotton blouse and a brown corduroy blazer. After a nice welcome kiss, we went in the store to pick up a few things and I couldn't help but enjoy the sight of her very shapely ass in the tight jeans. She probably knew I was watching because with each movement she seemed to show it off.

When we arrived at her house, we carried everything in and immediately dropped it as soon as the door was closed and embraced tightly and kissed passionately and deeply. As we broke she said, "I'm so happy you called and we could get together." 

Jeanne fixed some munchies and a couple glasses of wine as I started the fire. We shared a toast and then went back to kissing and picked up the fondling where we had left off several evenings earlier. After only a couple minutes, Jeanne said she was going to slip into something more comfortable and would be right back. She returned in about five minutes wearing a matching off-white gown and robe that left very little to the imagination. Her B-cup tits were clearly visible with her hard nipples poking out. 

"Your tits are even prettier than I imagined," I said. Likewise her tiny trimmed bush was also clearly visible. She sat next to me and we just exploded in passion as we kissed and caressed each other. Jeanne then straddled me as she had done the previous night and was humping my hard cock through my jeans.

She whispered in my ear, "Mmmmm I love the feel of your cock." After a few moments in an urgent whisper she said, "Come share my bed." In silence she took my hand and led me to her bedroom.

We joined in a tight embrace and kiss at the foot of her bed. As the kiss broke, she reached for my belt as she said, "I want to see what has been making me so hot," and soon I was naked standing in front of her. 

I pushed the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor and soon afterward her gown was similarly removed and we moved to the bed. Jeanne kept telling me how much she loved my touch on her tits and also my kisses. I gave her more to enjoy as I kissed my way to her pussy and began working her sensitive folds and clit with my tongue. She was extremely excited and I could not resist when she urged, "Fuck me. You have me so wet I need that cook in me now."

She was so wet I slid my 9" cock all the way in her very easily. From the way Jeanne moved under me I could tell she loved to fuck, not to mention she told me, "God I love to fuck and a cock like yours just make sit better. Fuck me lover. Put my fire out with your big prick." 

Shortly after that she was cuming and when her pussy spasmed around my cock I shot my cum deep inside her, much to her delight as she said, "Yeah baby, give me your load, fill my pussy with you hot cum." 

Unfortunately, Jeanne was not one of those women who liked to lie together after an orgasm and enjoy the feelings, but rather got up, went to the bathroom and then went to have a cigarette.

I had to recover a bit, but then went out to the kitchen to join her. She had put her robe back on, but it hid very little and I was still naked. Our conversation was strictly about sex. She told me, "That was a great fucking you just gave me with that big pretty cock of yours". 

I agreed saying, "You sure know how to use that lovely pussy. I've been dreaming about how nice it would feel every minute since we met the other night."

"Speaking of our meeting, what made you notice me," Jeanne asked?

"At first, I loved the sight of your pretty tits in the clingy red blouse, but as we danced, I really enjoyed the way you wanted to be close to me," I said. Then asked, "And you?"

She responded, "I noticed you looking at my titties and was happy you seemed to be enjoying them because I do like to show them off, even though they're small. What really struck me though was your appreciation and your attentiveness." 

We continued chatting for a short while, then Jeanne leaned toward me and said, "You sitting there naked is getting me excited and I'm need to feel you in my pussy again." As she told me this she was sexily smoking her cigarette and started gently caressing my cock with her other hand. When she finished her cigarette, she took my hand and almost ran back to the bedroom. She pushed down on the bed on my back, dropped her robe and straddled me with her tits right over my face and told me, "Work your magic on my titties with your mouth. Make my nipples so hard they ache." 

In between teasing kisses on her tits I told her, "I love sucking your nipples and I like the way they get so big and hard."

We were both hot again in short order and with a smooth, deft movement Jeanne slid her hot pussy down over my very hard sick. She began a slow grind as I continued my attention on her tits. 

As her excitement built to the point she could not hold back, we rolled over so I could hold my cock all the way in her hot cunt as she humped away on it. Jeanne began describing what she was feeling, "Fill up with your cock. Yeah, rub my clit, fuck me, fuck me. Put my fire out big prick."

I was already close and her excited words and wild bucking under me mad me fill her pussy with my cum which put her over the edge. As her orgasm ran its course she kept humping my cock making sure she milked me completely. After sharing two wonderful fucks in a relatively short time we were both exhausted. But there was still a fire going in the fireplace so, naked, we moved to the sofa and continued to enjoy each others bodies.

As I left that night we both promised to stay in touch during the week and work out plans to get together again soon. I certainly had to concentrate on my drive home over the country roads as my mind kept going back to the memorable fucking I had just shared with a very exciting woman. 

Jeanne and I talked everyday the following week and during those calls it was very clear we both wanted to enjoy more fucking. Jeanne told me, "My pussy is wet all the time because I am always thinking of you and how wonderfully you fucked me. I want a lot more of that nice cock of yours."

I told her, "I have very similar thoughts and each time my cock begins stirring and getting hard. I can't wait to feel that hot cunt of yours sliding up and down my hard dick."

Jeanne invited me for dinner Friday night promising, "I'll give you a home cooked meal and my whole body to enjoy again and again."

As I arrived with a bottle of wine, she opened the door wearing another pair of skin tight jeans with a light blue see-through blouse with nothing but her pretty tits and stiff nipples underneath. As we hugged and kissed I enjoyed her fresh scent and complimented her on it. She chuckled and said, "I just took a refreshing shower because I've been getting hot all day thinking about you". 

Teasing her I said, "Or were you thinking about my cock?"

"Baby, you know I was thinking about it and how much I want it thrusting into my pussy."

I reached down caressing her lovely ass as I told her, "I've had been thinking of you too and how much I was going to enjoy fucking you again." As I spoke I pulled her tighter against me and she pushed her hips to meet mine. Our grind was almost like we were fucking standing up. Our kisses were hot and passionate, our tongues probing deeply in each others mouth. As our lips parted for a few seconds I told her, "I absolutely adore your pretty ass. It looks so nice in those tight jeans."

Jeanne then took a step back and turned her back toward me and sexily looked over her shoulder and wiggled her butt very seductively for me and said, "Thank you lover. I liked the way your hands felt on it. I'm sure we can find other ways to enjoy it besides just looking at it, although, I really do like the appreciative look in your eyes."

She then tuned back toward me and once again pressed the mound of her pussy against my cock and of course, my hands returned to her as. As she did this she leaned back at the waist allowing me to appreciate her clearly displayed tits with her already hard nipples.

We both smiled broadly at each other and Jeanne said, "Dinner isn't quite ready yet, why done I just turn it off and we'll eat a little later. Right now I just want to get you really hard and enjoy your cock for an appetizer."

I agreed saying, "I would love her pussy for my appetizer."

Arm in arm we headed to her bedroom. Standing at the foot of the bed kissing we began taking each others clothes off, making sure to tease each other as we went. When we were naked, we lowed ourselves to the bed while locked in a hot kiss. Even though Jeanne was a great kisser, we both wanted more. I began kissing down her neck and was soon enjoying her tits. 

"I've been waiting for that all week," she cooed as I kissed them and lightly bit her nipples.

I then kissed my way down her flat tummy on my way to enjoy the taste of her pussy. Before my lips even passed her naval Jeanne was urging me, "Oh yes baby, eat my wet pussy. That really gets my cunt juices flowing." I teased her a bit, but she was far too excited to make her wait so I was quickly tonguing her sensitive folds. Jeanne reached down and held her cunt lips open for me to enjoy her hot hole. At first I placed my hands under her ass as I enjoyed my "Appetizer", but then moved them to her tits and twirled her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers to make sure they stayed at their full hardness.

Jeanne was really enjoying my attentions, but said, "I need your cock."

Thinking she was ready to fuck I began to move to give her what I thought she wanted. But she was moving too and quickly we were in a 69 position her mouth began enjoying my erection. I've said Jeanne is a great fuck, but she is an absolute superstar when it comes to sucking a cock. Her tongue was flicking over my cock head in between kisses. But when she took me between her lips and started to fuck me with her mouth I was in heaven.

My attention on her clit and tongue darting in and out of her pussy brought Jeanne to her first orgasm. She sensed my growing excitement but would bring me to the brink of shooting my load and then she would back off again. She did this a couple times and then said, "I can't tease you anymore. You've already made me cum and right now I'd love nothing more than to have your ram that big hard prick in my pussy."

As we were adjusting our positions, Jeanne happened to get on her hands and knees in front of me. That was all I needed as I silently stopped her in that position and entered her waiting pussy from behind.

"What a pleasant surprise," she said.

I reminded her, "You said we'd find other ways for me to enjoy your lovely ass." I then reached around to again work her tits as I slowly fucked my dick all the way in and then almost all the way back out of her pussy so just my cock head was between her wet cunt lips.

Not one to hold back her feelings, Jeanne told me, "I love it from behind. You're driving me wild." 

"See how big you make my cock?"

"Oh yes baby, fill me up with that big pole."

Our fucking kept increasing in intensity until we were both on the brink of cuming. Jeanne's pussy convulsed with her orgasm and griped my cock which instantly had me shooting jets of cum into her.

"Wow baby, that was fantastic," she said trying to catch her breath. "That is exactly how I dreamed of you fucking me all week."

Jeanne put on her seen through blouse and headed out to finish fixing our dinner and told me to join her when I was ready. 

As I joined her in the kitchen she was bending over to take a dish out of the oven. Her round ass provided the perfect frame for her lovely pussy which she was clearly displaying. I had to tell her, "What a lovely sight."

I was wearing only my flannel shirt and received a similar compliment from her, "It's wonderful seeing a nice cock around the house."

We had a very enjoyable dinner, and afterwards continued our conversation as we sipped wine on the sofa. And yes, that led to another very enjoyable fuck.

Both Jeanne's and my work schedules were rather hectic over the next couple weeks. Jeanne was very exhausted, but she still wanted to get together on a Sunday afternoon. We took a nice afternoon ride to the Outer Banks. It was wonderful having Jeanne snuggled next to me in her simple white blouse and tight black slacks. I was very pleased that she left several buttons open and her push up bra allowed me to enjoy the view of her lovely tits. As tired as she was from working the night shift Saturday she still enjoyed my caresses. 

"Your touch is so soft. It is both exciting and relaxing at the same time. I love being close to you. I'd much rather be fucking you, but the emotions you are making me feel all over right now are so wonderful it is almost as good." 

We pulled off the road at a spot overlooking the ocean and just snuggled, enjoyed the view and kissed tenderly while chatting. I told Jeanne, "It is so nice to hold you close. I too am feeling those emotions and yes, they are wonderful." However, I assured her, "But nothing will ever replace the exciting feelings of fucking you."

Jeanne agreed as she gave my cock a tender squeeze.

Our work schedules were much better the next week and we talked numerous times. In the course of our chats I learned we had similar interests in and enjoyed erotica. This certainly spiced up our conversations. I told her I always enjoyed seeing or reading about a woman fully clothed and then how she strips revealing a little more and then a little more. Surprisingly Jeanne said that was one of her favorites too as she enjoyed watching a man's reaction as she teased him. She also said she enjoyed some softer erotic videos and would not mind watching something like that with me. We also made plans for the entire coming weekend. 

We met at a club in Virginia Beach. I opened Jeanne's car door and was immediately treated to a view of her lovely thighs as she got out of the car. Actually, she hesitated allowing me to look longer and teasingly asked, "See something interesting?"

I simply said, "Your legs are beautiful," as she stood next to me and we kissed. 

She was wearing a "Little Black Dress." It was short with a frilly skirt that I later enjoyed even more as we danced. It would fly up as she twirled on the dance floor, showing off her legs and the tops of her stockings. The top of her dress was snug fitting and low cut which showed off her tits. I could make out her nipples and knew she was not wearing a bra. She noticed I was looking at her tits and said, "See I'm already excited."

We enjoyed a wonderful dinner and a lot of dancing. During the slow dances Jeanne was holding her body tight against mine and during the fast dances I was enjoying the views of her legs. Finally, after a slow dance, during which we both felt our excitement growing, she asked if I was ready to go. I couldn't disagree. As we had planned, she followed me to my apartment. 

As we arrived, I took the bag she had packed for the weekend out of the trunk. It was actually quite large and she saw my quizzical look and said, "I packed a few outfits you might enjoy."

She snuggled close as we walked in and I carried her bag. Finally alone, we enjoyed a long passionate kiss before I went to pour a couple glasses of wine. Returning, I put on some soft music and made a toast. "To my lovely lady and our weekend of her showing me just how sexy she really is."

Jeanne made her own toast, "To my wonderful man who is going to make my erotic fantasies come true."

As we stood enjoying our first sip of the wine, our eyes locked together, the music seemingly took hold of us and soon we were dancing. My hands found their way up under Jeanne's skirt to discover a very tiny thong and caressed her firm ass. Her arms were on my shoulders and hands lightly caressing my neck as out lips meet in a steamy kiss.

Between kisses I told her, "I love your dress tonight. It is very seductive. I love the sight of your nipples poking out and I was a wonderful surprise finding you are wearing a thong underneath."

"I thought you'd enjoy this dress. I saw you looking when I would twirl, trying to see what I had underneath." She then stepped back and twirled rapidly to make the skirt fly out revealing the tiny triangle over her pretty pussy. She came back into my arms and we continued dancing romantically. AS we danced our hushed conversation turned to our enjoyment of erotica. 




Jeanne



Din motive tehnice, liniile de dialog au fost înlocuite de semnul egal.

Sper ca acest aspect să nu impieteze asupra plăcerii lecturării textului de mai jos.

De asemenea, cum întâmplările chiar s-au petrecut în realitate, am avut grijă să schimb anumite aspecte privitoare la locații și nume proprii.

De asemenea, avertizez cititorii că textul de mai jos nu prezintă nici un fel de scene sexuale.

Sunt trezit de niște schimbări bruște de intensitate a luminii.

Deși sunt obosit de la atâta nesomn și sex, realizez, totuși că sunt pe plajă, împreună cu Jeanne și că, fără s-o fac cu intenție, m-a furat somnul.

Se pare că pe Jeanne, că și ea doarme, n-au reușit s-o trezească turiștii care, trecând pe lângă cearceaful nostru, ne-au obturat razele soarelui, creând acele schimbări bruște de intensitate a luminii...

Mă rog, ea e nepăsătoare, nu paranoică, așa cum sunt eu, fiind foarte atent să nu rămânem fără acte, bani, chestii...

Cred că e doar chestie de fire, întrucât, știu sigur că și-n Franța sunt hoți!...

Oricum, de când ne-am cunoscut, acum trei zile, am sfătuit-o să-și lase pașaportul la recepția hotelului și să le ceară numărul de telefon, astfel încât, dacă o oprește miliția, să poată ăia să verifice, ca să nu aibă probleme.

Chiar i-am scris și un bilet, în limba română, menționându-i numele complet, seria și numărul pașaportului, hotelul la care este cazată, numărul de telefon de la recepție și motivul pentru care nu poartă pașaportul la ea.

De asemenea, Jeanne are, totuși, carnetul de conducere la ea, așa că gorobeții se pot convinge destul de repede că, într-adevăr, este cine spune...

Mai jenant a fost când a trebuit să-i răspund la întrebarea, pertinentă de altfel, de ce nu mergem la un centru de copiere și să facem o copie de pe pașaport...

Cum să-i spui unei persoane provenind dintr-o țară străină, că în România copiile „xerox" au un regim special, ca să nu poată trădătorii de neam și de țară să multiplice manifeste cu conținut ostil regimului?...

Cum, deja, „m-am scăpat" și i-am povestit că, legal, nu am voie nici măcar să stau de vorbă cu ea, fata, nefiind vreo tâmpită, nu insistă -- e clar că a venit aici ca să se simtă bine, să profite de mare, de soare, de bărbatul ăsta bine cu care s-a (a)cuplat (vedeți cum mă dă modestia afară din casă?) și nu ca să se intereseze de regimul societății multilateral dezvoltate...

Oricum, chestia cu interdicția de a se comunica, din orice fel de motive, în afară de cele oficiale, cu persoanele străine, se poate găsi și în Monitorul Oficial, deci, clar, nu i-am dezvăluit femeii nici un fel de secret de stat!...

Dar, să dăm puțin timpul înapoi, ca să vă povestesc cum ne-am cunoscut...

Eram tot pe plajă când, la un moment dat, apar trei fete simpatice, bine făcute, care se așează într-un fel de triunghi echilateral și încep să-și arunce, una alteia, o minge de plajă.

Nu e clar de-a ce se joacă -- oricum, e un fel de volei, dar... esențial este că fetele fac mișcare și, se vede pe ele, se distrează.

La un moment dat, dintr-o greșeală provocată de vânt, sau de noroc -- probabil că al meu sau al lui Jeanne, sau al amândurora, mingea ia o traiectorie neprevăzută și aterizează foarte aproape de cearceaful meu.

Nu stau ca nesimțitul ci, lăsând țigara, mă ridic, rapid, iau mingea și mă îndrept spre ele.

Trebuie să recunosc că, deja, eram destul de plăcut impresionat de cum arată, toate trei, plus aspectul că una este brunetă -- de fapt un șaten -- alta este blondă -- un blond închis -- iar alta este roșcată și... ravisant de pistruiată!...

Mă apropii și:

= Bună fetelor! Mă primiți și pe mine în cercul vostru?

De-abia după ce dau drumul la text îmi dau seama că limba noastră, păcătoasă cum e, ar putea sugera și altceva.

Doar știu, din clasele primare, poezioara:

„Tata are făcăleț,

Mama are cerculeț.

Mama ține cerculețul,

Tata bagă făcălețul..."

Concomitent, pasez și mingea către fata de vis-a-vis -- roșcata.

Codeală mare, apoi blonda întreabă, clar că nu pe mine, însă în franceză:

= Ce vrea tipul?...

Hait! De-aia au ele așa costume de plajă frumoase, deosebite, chestii!...

Schimb imediat macazul și o dau pe franceză, explicând ce vreau.

Sunt surprinse, toate, nu știu dacă plăcut, sau nu, apoi, tot blonda:

= Dacă promiți să recuperezi mingea, când ne scapă...

Habar n-am ce alte chestii intenționa să mai scoată pe goarnă -- probabil vrând să mă ia la mișto, sau să mă umilească, în vreun fel, când intervine, contondent, roșcata, aruncându-i concomitent și mingea:

= Tipul ți-a vorbit politicos, de ce ții neapărat să te porți ca o scorpie?!?

Blonda ține mingea cu amândouă mâinile, apoi, clar uitându-se urât la roșcată, îi trage un șut, la mișto, făcând-o să aterizeze în apă.

Recunosc că îmi plac femeile și chiar, dacă este să mă compar cu alții, am destul de mare succes la ele, însă ideea de a mă umili îmi repugnă, așa că las mingea acolo unde este, mă scuz, explicând că gata, am înțeles că nu sunt bine primit, spun larevedere și mă retrag la cearceaful meu.

Caut cartea pe care o am cu mine, în versiunea originală, în limba engleză și o deschid la pagina la care am rămas.

Ar fi absurd să nu recunosc că, dacă s-ar putea, aș scoate fum pe urechi de câți draci am pe mine...

Mă macină regretul că nu m-am apucat să-i traduc cam ce se înțelege, pe românește, prin expresia notrî pul dan votrî cur, (notre poulets dans votre cour) însă sunt conștient că tipa s-a purtat ca o proastă și că nu era cazul să fiu și eu mai prost ca ea...

În fond, cum știm bine, cel mai deștept, cedează.

Ce o costa dacă-mi spunea, simplu un:

= Nu, mulțumesc?...

Și, când mă gândesc, primesc palme tocmai de la o blondă, tocmai eu care, în general, sunt mort după blonde!...

Chiar dacă, nervos, îmi aprind altă țigară, făcându-mă că mă concentrez asupra lecturii, nu pot să nu observ că în cercul fetelor se produce o discuție cu voci ridicate, însă, de la distanța asta, nu pot distinge ce vorbesc, plus că, oi fi știind eu franceză, însă viteza cu care blonda și roșcata își mitraliază cuvintele, una alteia, probabil că și dacă aș fi fost lângă ele, nu aș fi putut înțelege prea multe, mai ales că... nu prea le am pe-astea cu argoul franțuzesc...

Cert este că o observ pe brunetă că pleacă să recupereze mingea din apă, apoi, agale, pleacă prin apa până la glezne, cu minge cu tot.

Blonda face și ea o mișcare de întoarcere la o sută optzeci de grade și o ia în aceeași direcție, aproximativ, ca și bruneta, iar roșcata, surprinzător, se îndreaptă spre... mine!...

Când este la vreo cinci metri de cearceaful meu, ridic ochii, lăsând să se vadă clar că am observat-o.

Ajunsă lângă cearceaful meu, pur și simplu, mă întreabă dacă se poate așeza.

O poftesc să ia loc, chiar trăgându-mă mai în spate, pe cearceaf, să fiu sigur că are loc.

O dată așezată, trage aer în piept:

= Știi, am venit să-mi cer scuze, în numele meu și al prietenelor mele...

Ridic mâna stângă în aer, în sensul că să se oprească, apoi îi întind dreapta și mă prezint.

E surprinsă, puțin descumpănită, însă, văzându-mă că-i zâmbesc, îmi zâmbește și ea, spunându-mi că ea este Jeanne.

Îi explic că nu este cazul să se scuze ea, pentru ea și pentru prietenele ei, ci că o singură persoană, de fapt, ar fi trebuit să se scuze, însă, din ce-mi dau seama, nu o va face, iar eu nici nu (mă) aștept (la) scuze din partea ei...

O apucă tremurul de enervare și-o face pe aia vacă...

Gata, e destul din punctul meu de vedere:

= Hai, te rog eu frumos, hai să uităm incidentul! Fumezi?

O întreb, în timp ce îi întind pachetul cu țigări.

Se uită, destul de surprinsă, la pachet -- sunt Dunhill, nu Carpați sau Mărășești...

Ia o țigară, i-o aprind, apoi, de dragul conversației, o întreb când a sosit, cât timp mai are de stat și dacă, la modul general, îi place, este mulțumită...

Realizez că întrebările mele sunt destul de protocolare și cam șablon -- deh, așa-mi trebuie dacă am făcut cursurile de ghizi ONT!...

= ... Și... acum ești ghid?

= Nu. De fapt, nu am practicat niciodată. Doar am făcut cursurile, la insistențele lui taică-miu, imediat ce am terminat serviciul militar...

Este un pic descumpănită, apoi:

= Scuză-mi franchețea, dar... nu erai un pic cam prea mare ca să... mai asculți de tatăl tău?!?...

Îi explic, în câteva cuvinte, că nu mă prea înțeleg cu taică-miu și că, pur și simplu, n-am vrut să mai torn gaz peste foc, plus că, acele cursuri, nu implică vreo obligație contractuală de a practica meseria cu pricina.

Mă rog, subiect închis.

Nu apucăm să terminăm țigările bine, că apare bruneta, cu două sacoșe de plajă în mână, explicându-i lui Jeanne că ele au strâns și că pleacă la hotel.

Jeanne se ridică și-i ia una dintre sacoșe, a ei, cu siguranță, apoi se așează din nou, explicându-i prietenei că... ea mai stă.

Mi-e clar că nu pentru mine stă, ci doar ca să-i facă în ciudă blondei...

Mă rog, bruneta ne salută și pleacă.

Este rândul meu să-mi exprim regretul că, fără să vreau, am creat tensiuni între ele...

Ne rupem în politețuri, chestii...

Una peste alta, dacă tot are bagajele făcute, o invit la o terasă, la o bere.

Se codește un pic, însă, în final, acceptă.

Strâng și eu, rapid, cearceaful și ce mai am.

Plecăm.

În fine, stabilim să ne întâlnim, seara, să mergem la o discotecă -- mă roagă să o aștept în fața hotelului ei.

Ies toate trei.

Jeanne se îndreaptă spre mine, bruneta, de la distanță, îmi face cu mâna, pe când blonda, tot ranchiunoasă, se face că nu mă observă.

Treaba ei!...

Jeanne mă îmbrățișează și-mi și aplică un sărut pe obraz.

Cum, până acum, n-am văzut-o făcând chestii de-astea, iarăși mi-e clar că... nu pentru mine o face...

Oricum, plecăm, mână în mână...

Îmi povestește că, de fapt, nu sunt tocmai prietene, fiind doar colege, la aceeași universitate.

Bruneta a găsit oferta pentru România și, cum le-a convenit prețul și condițiile, au stabilit să vină împreună, ocupând, la hotel, toate trei, un apartament.

Starea conflictuală a apărut încă de la începutul sejurului, întrucât blonda a impus, pe un ton tăios, ca ea să fie cea care ocupă camera în care să fie singură, plus alte mărunțișuri, nu neapărat importante, dar care doar au darul să te calce pe nervi.

Bruneta s-a tot chinuit să fie împăciuitoare, însă, de fapt, nici ei nu-i convine atitudinea blondei, însă, într-un fel, se simte răspunzătoare pentru faptul că ea a fost cea cu inițiativa...

Seara, pe la zece, plecăm de la discotecă, direct la mine la hotel.

Îi spun, clar, de la început, că... s-ar putea să avem noroc, sau ghinion.

Oficial, nu am voie să aduc persoane străine de hotel, la mine în cameră și nici nu am vreo relație de prietenie cu cei de la recepție.

Salut, politicos, am lăsat o șpagă la sosire, deși, normal, nu ar fi fost cazul, dar... cam atât.

Intrăm, braț la braț, vorbind, pe un ton vesel, în limba franceză, ajungem la recepție unde, salut, apoi cer cheia de la camera mea.

Culmea, recepționerul - este un tip - îmi dă cheia și-mi urează noapte bună...

Mă abțin, cât pot, să nu fac pe surprinsul, îi urez și eu, la rândul meu, serviciu ușor, apoi, împreună cu Jeanne, luăm liftul și mergem la mine în cameră.

Culmea, același lucru mi s-a întâmplat, în toate celelalte seri, până la plecarea lui Jeanne, de începusem să am sentimentul că... trăiesc un vis!...

De-abia după întoarcerea acasă, întâlnindu-mă cu pila mea de la ONT (fata aia superbă pe care am cunoscut-o la teatru) am aflat că Jeanne este, de fapt, fiica unui mare barosan din administrația franceză, sau ceva de genul ăsta, iar ai noștri l-au făcut pe dracu-n patru ca să nu-i dea femeii vreun motiv de nemulțumire.

Cică din prima seară, văzându-mă unde sunt cazat, mi-au înțesat camera cu microfoane.

Probabil că au făcut-o în timpul în care noi eram la discotecă.

Spre norocul meu, n-am invitat-o pe Jeanne la mine ca să discutăm politică...

De altfel, se pare că microfoanele și-au făcut treaba, întrucât, pur și simplu, nu m-a întrebat nimeni, nimic.

Cert este că Jeanne s-a dovedit a fi o adevărată franțuzoaică, bine pregătită, la pat, din toate punctele de vedere, inclusiv pe partea de audio...

Am profitat din plin, unul de celălalt -- în afară de orele de somn ciupite pe plajă, practic, nu am dormit!...

Oricum, femeie cu mai multe loțiuni de plajă ca fata asta, nu mi-a mai fost dat niciodată să întâlnesc!

Mi-a explicat că, fiind pistruiată, trebuie să se protejeze.

Bine că nu ne-am dus să facem plajă la nudiști, căci, probabil, și-ar fi băgat vreo loțiune și în fund!...

Ca și concluzie, cât de mult contează, în viață, să mai ai și baftă!



Jeanne and I Grow Up in Hawaii



WARNING: 

This is an adult story, containing sensitive material of a sexual nature. If you find such material offensive or are underage, do not read further, but please bypass this story for one more suitable for you. 

The characters in this story are fictional and belong to me. The story is written for enjoyment and entertainment purposes only, and no commercial profit is expected to be made from it. 

Like most stories of this ilk, at the end of the story (unless there is a sequel) the characters are magically returned to their original condition, undamaged, unharmed, and unchanged in any way with no memory of the events that have taken place. . . It is as if the story had never happened, because, after all, it never really did. 

Birth control is used in this story, and, of course in 'real life' every reasonable adult should know that he or she should behave responsibly when participating in sexual activities and he or she wishes to avoid unwanted conception and the spread of disease. (If you cannot behave like a reasonable adult, you've got no business participating in sexual activities anyhow!)





Jeanne and I Grow Up in Hawaii



Slowly, an idea dawned on me. It was an idea that seemed so ridiculous that I was tempted to dismiss it. Still, she was dressed in a way that for her was very unusual when we were together. 

"You don't want to play for . . . money . . . do you?" I asked.

She smiled a sly smile and shook her head. "I didn't bring any."

I doubted that since she always had some 'mad money' hidden on her whenever she went out, but I let it pass. And I decided to join in the verbal play that seemed to be developing. I watched as she prepared to deal, acutely aware that she was reading my body language as well and she recognized the nervousness that was rapidly passing over me.

"If you don't have money, what could you offer if you lost the hand?"

She was pleased that I was finally getting the idea. "Uuuuummmmm, I dunno. I guess we could find something . . . "

Chapter 4 – the card game

I looked at the cards in her hand. "Do you have anything of value to bet?" I asked.

"Not yet," she answered. "But I may have something valuable later on."

I hesitated, and falteringly spoke. "Then let's bet for something that is worthless, something that has no value at all." I looked at her and she was watching me intently, waiting for my offer.

"I'll bet . . . my . . ." it was hard to get the words out. If it had been anyone else sitting across from me, the words probably never would have passed my lips. But it was Jeanne sitting across the blanket. I cleared my throat. "I'll bet my . . . shirt . . . against your . . . . blouse . . ."

I heard a quick intake of breath, and I was afraid to look up at her eyes. Would she slap me? Would she get back in the car and drive home. Would she tell me how rude and uncouth I was to even suggest such a thing? Would she burst into tears at the very suggestion coming from someone who she thought was her friend? I held my breath, afraid to move, afraid to look up.

With my peripheral vision, I saw her trembling hand begin to deal the cards. And I heard her say, "It's a bet!"

Still afraid to look at her, I turned my cards over. My hand was a bust, nothing. She had a pair of deuces. She had won. 

I stole a glance at her. She was sitting on her knees with a smug look on her face waiting for me to pay my bet. Noticing my hesitation, she said: "Take it off! A bet's a bet!" It was no big deal, so I shrugged off the shirt. I still had a tee shirt on. 

Satisfied, Jean allowed her gaze to linger on my shoulders and the muscles in my arms. She picked up the cards and handed them to me as she placed the next bet. "I bet my blouse against your tee-shirt. The stakes were higher, but not by much. I had a pair of jacks, she had two pair. She had won again. I was disappointed, but a glance at her showed her waiting expectantly. I pulled off my tee shirt and again I heard an intake of breath from her. 

"You have so much hair on your chest!" she exclaimed. And I realized she hadn't seen me bare-chested since I was fifteen. 

"Can I feel the hair on your chest?" she asked, almost the way an innocent child will ask a simple question. I nodded, and she moved close to me and tentatively reached out her hand. 

"It's so course," she exclaimed, experiencing the texture of the hair. Then she raised her hand and ran her fingers through the hair on my head. ". . . not soft and silky like it is here!" Then suddenly she was embarrassed withdrawing her hand and returning to her place across the blanket. She picked up the cards, shuffled and dealt, beginning to get nervous.

"I bet my shoes and stockings against your blouse." She nodded turning the cards over, we both had two kings. 

"How do we handle this?" I asked. "Is your Spade higher than my heart? Or do we call it a draw?"

"I don't think it's a draw," she responded. "I think we both lost." And her hands moved to where her blouse was tied, opening the knot. Then a couple of buttons and a shrug of her shoulders and there she was, wearing only her bra. I was staring again, and after a moment, she cleared her throat and pointed to my shoes. My gaze on her bra-covered chest must have been so intense that I have no recollection of removing my shoes and socks. 

I think she pretended not to notice my gawking at her chest. Handing me the cards, I shuffled. It took enormous effort on my part to come back to reality enough to hear her say, "My bra against your pants." How much further would this go, I wondered, and I dealt the next hand. 

I forced my eyes to see her cards. She had two pair. I turned my cards over. I held four queens.

In awe, I looked at her. Would she do it? Yes, she would. Her bra had a front clasp, and she effortlessly opened it and peeled it off, and we were both sitting across from each other bare-chested.

Her breasts were not what I expected. When she wore a bra and sweater, they were these perfectly proportioned, well-shaped mounds with just the hint of a nipple showing through sometimes. Without the bra, her breasts took on a different shape, narrower where they met her body but seeming to protrude further, elongated, maybe? They were certainly NOT cone shaped. Her nipples were situated exactly at the end of her breasts pointing directly at me. If course, I was not an expert in breasts, by any means. I had seen some pictures in a few 'girlie' magazines, and gotten a glimpse or two when a girl's blouse had gapped open or when a carelessly unbuttoned top had flopped open. And then there was the time I was walking home and a woman had left her shades open.

I was staring and she began to squirm and looked down at her bare breasts, unconsciously lifting a hand to cover them. As if by way of apology, she stammered, "they're not shaped the same as most girls. I think they'll fill out more in time." Keeping herself covered, she looked up at me fearfully. "Are they okay?"

I remembered an Internet story about a girl who was self conscious about her breasts. It had said that every woman in the world is self conscious about something, wishing she had a little more here, a little less there . . . The writer had said that the greatest gift a man can give a virgin partner is to totally accept her as she is. 

"I think you have the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen!" I whispered. I reached out and took her hand, drawing it downward and uncovering her breasts again exposing it to my view. 

She took a quick glance at them and began, "But they're narrow, and . . ."

"They're beautiful! They're beautiful just the way they are!" I interrupted. I could see the weight and concern drain from her as she accepted my words.

It was totally awesome sitting across from Jeanne. I noticed she had some peach fuzz on her breastbone.

"You ran your hand through the hair on my chest. Will you return the favor?"

"But I don't have any . . ." she looked down and saw the few strands of almost invisible silky hair on her chest and blushed deeply. Then with fear in her eyes, she looked up at me. "Oh . . ." She hesitated. "I . . . well . . . fair is fair. Yes, I guess you can," she stammered. 

Now it was my turn to scoot across the blanket to her side. She knelt looking straight ahead as I raised my hand to her neck and slowly slid my fingers downward between her breasts, barely touching the hair that was so fine it couldn't even be felt. I didn't even graze her breasts, but still I could feel the shiver run through her as my fingers ran down her sternum. Within moments, she began to tremble and she grasped my hand in hers. She was breathing shallowly. 

"It's my turn to deal!" 

I returned to my side of the blanket and she dealt. I won the next two hands winning her shoes, and her shorts. She won my pants and I hesitatingly shuffled the cards that would determine who would lose his or her underpants. As I shuffled, her eyes remained locked on the bulge in my boxers as if she were mesmerized. I dealt, and I had two pair while she had a single pair. Again, she blushed, but with only minimal hesitation, she rose on her knees and slid her panties down her thighs. Then, rocking back on her bottom, she raised her legs and slipped her panties off of her feet. Then she returned to her kneeling position, her hands on her thighs, eyes downcast, quite frankly displaying herself to me. Her nudity had generated the obvious response in me, and any attempt to hide what felt like a massive bulge in my boxers would have been a gross exercise in futility.

I couldn't help but admire the beauty and perfection before me. Her neat, triangular bush, her slightly elongated breasts and her beautiful nipples . . . it was hard to get beyond the basics. She took a deep breath and picked up the cards. "My deal."

"How can we continue? You don't have any more clothes to bet," I asked.

"You wouldn't deprive me of the opportunity to get you naked, would you?" she asked.

How can one answer a question like that? "No, but . . ." I floundered.

"If I win, you take off your pants," she began. Then in almost a whisper, still with downcast eyes, she continued. "If you win, you get to play with my titties."

It was an offer I couldn't refuse. Her hands were trembling she dealt the cards. Both of us were hesitant to turn over our cards. Finally, she flipped her cards into view. She had a pair of fours. I had a pair of deuces. My trembling fingers moved to the waistband of my boxers and pushed them downward. I knelt to the side and slipped them off. 

She was still staring at my painful erection, now in plain view. Somehow, the embarrassment of the situation made it wilt, and she watched with fascination as it shrank, despite my every thought and fantasy trying to keep it up.

We sat there for a long time, both afraid to move, both afraid to say anything, but neither willing to take our eyes off of the other.

Finally, she picked up the cards, but didn't shuffle them.

"What now?" I asked, my voice coming out in a croak. I was also aware that my erection was starting to return.

"How about the loser has to do whatever the winner asks?" she suggested.

I reached out and took her hand, capturing both her hand and the cards. We both knew it was time for the game to end.

"Do we need the cards for that?" I asked.

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Chapter 5 – the card game ends

She was trembling again and her eyes met mine. She shook her head and put the cards aside. Then lying down on the blanket, she pulled me to her until I was above her, and we kissed. "Not if you promise to make love to me."

"You really want to have sex with me?" I asked, still a little unsure of her. 

"No!" she answered, a cloud passing over her face. "I don't want to have sex with you! I want the two of us to make love!" Her insistence on the word love touched me deeper than I could imagine.

I held her close and kissed her deeply. Finally I had to pull back. "I can't. I . . . . I . . . don't have . . . protection."

Jeanne smiled at me. It was a hundred watt smile, and she put her arms around my neck and pulled me to her into another deep kiss. Feeling her naked breasts pressed against my chest encouraged my erection to become so hard, it felt like it was going to burst. Finally, I had to pull away again. I started to repeat myself. "Jeanne, you have no idea what you're doing to me! I really want you, but I don't . . ." Jeanne put a finger over my lips, quieting me. Without a word, she looked to the side, found her shorts and extracted a small, square box from her pocket. Gently, she pressed the box into my hand.

"Yes, you do," she whispered. And that was the end of the discussion. 

I stared at the box, dumbfounded. Not sure what to do next. She observed my vacillation and hesitatingly asked, "Do YOU want to make love with me?"

I broke out of my reverie. "More than anything in the world!" I exclaimed, and kissed her again. The feeling of her breast pressed against my chest was overpowering. I looked down at her breasts swelling and contracting with every breath she took.

"May I touch them . . .?" She nodded, and my hand covered her breast and gradually enfolded itself around that magnificent attribute. I looked up again. " . . . And kiss them!"

"Of course!" she responded. "Will you think I'm too forward if I touch you, too?" she asked.

"Noooooo!" I responded. "I've fantasized about this for years. I just never thought it would really happen." I gently squeezed her breast, catching her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

"Mmmmmmm, that's nice," she murmured and her soft hand began to caress my chest, feeling my muscles. She tried to run her fingers through the hair on my chest, and laughed joyfully. "Your hairy chest is soooooooo sexy, I can't believe it!" Her eyes met mine. "It's a real turn-on for me!"

I bent down to kiss her nipple and heard her gasp. She gave a sharp intake of breath when I took that bud into my mouth and began sucking gently, and her hand went to the back of my head, pulling me to her bosom. 

I continued sucking, eventually drawing almost her entire breast into my mouth, and receiving an approving moan from her as I did. I'm not sure what I expected. Milk? Some other kind of fluid? None of these were there, but there was an incredible satisfaction from the simple act of sucking on her. And her moans and whimpers made it obvious that she was pleased, too. 

I came up for a breath of air and looked up at her. She was watching me as I suckled on her. I smiled at her. "If your breasts were a different shape, I wouldn't be able to get as much of them into my mouth." She was surprised by my frankness. ". . . And that would be a pity!" A big smile grew on her face and her hand moved from my head to support her own breast, lifting it toward my lips. I accepted her invitation and returned to nursing on her.

But after a while, I have no idea how long, she moved her hand downward to my hips. Gently she started to work her hand around in front of me. I released her nipple and we looked into each other's eyes. She hesitated as we made eye contact.

"May I?" she whispered, nervously, as if she were afraid I would refuse. I nodded and rolled a little to the side to make it easier to reach her target.

Very tentatively, even timidly, she touched me. And I let my hand slip down to touch, and cup her mound. But I didn't pursue my explorations. This was her moment. Our eyes dropped and we both watched as her fingertips slipped over me, exploring each inch of me. It didn't take training in body language for us to read each other! Eventually, her velvety soft fingers wrapped around me. "You're so big!" she whispered. "Will it work with us?"

I nodded with a confidence that I didn't really feel. I knew from the locker room that I wasn't as large as some boys, although I certainly wasn't small either. But at that moment, quite frankly, even if I was too big for her, I didn't want to stop.

"I know it will hurt the first time," she whispered to me. "But it will be all right, because it's you. It'll be okay if you hurt me. But please be gentle with me . . . I'm still a virgin"

I wasn't surprised she was a virgin. After all I had grown up with her and I probably knew most of her real secrets. But one admission requires another.

"I hope I'll be all right," I confided. "I'm a virgin, too!" Her hundred-watt smile became a thousand watt smile. 

"I know," she confided. "Thank you for telling me. I'm so happy it will be the first time for both of us!"

She took a deep breath. "And now . . .", she hesitated, ". . . it's time . . .!" 

I had fantasized about this moment for years. I had secretively read library books, hoping to learn what I would need to know when this moment arrived. Somehow, the books never really tell the whole story. I'd even read porn stories on the Internet hoping to gain understanding. Surprisingly, I felt that there only seem to be a few writers on the net that really tell it like it is.

She kissed me sweetly, then pushed me on my back and applied the condom. Then she lay back down and she pulled me on top of her, never releasing her grip on me, and spread her thighs to give me ample room between them. She continued guiding my movements until we both felt me make contact with her labia major and gently begin to move between them.

I paused. Even though I was a virgin and a teenager and horny as hell at that moment, the 'politically correct' indoctrination was still in my mind. "Jeanne, I want you. I love you. But are you sure you want me to continue? Have you really thought this through?"

"I've planned this day for so long," she said. "I've dreamt about it and fantasized about it so much, that there's no way I'm going to let you stop now!" She said, firmly. But she was still afraid to be the aggressor. She put her arms around my shoulders and drew my face so close to hers I couldn't focus. "Please, don't keep me waiting any longer!"

I didn't. Tentatively, I moved into her feeling my crown separate her lips, then move between them. She was moist, and offered no resistance. Her lips tightened as I realized I was firmly 'on target'. Not sure how to proceed, I remembered reading in a book once that sometimes it's easier on the girl to give one quick thrust and quickly break through her virginity, so that's what I did. She gave a cry and everything about her tightened around me. I was afraid I'd hurt her and tried to pull out, but she anticipated my action and clutched me with both her arms and legs to prevent my retreat. 

"Are you all right?" I asked. 

"More!" she said, pulling me into her. I tried to press into her, but it didn't work. But I found that if I backed off an inch before pressing in, I picked up her natural lubrication, which eased my way. She grunted with each thrust, but she wouldn't let me stop either.

I felt my pelvis pressing against hers. And our pubic hair meshed. And my testicles came to rest against her bottom. She gripped me and held me tightly. It didn't feel like I was too big for her, rather it felt like I fit inside her like she was a perfectly fitting, living glove that spasmed, alternately clutching me and releasing me.

"Are you all right? Did I hurt you?" I asked again. 

I felt her relax beneath me, and her thousand-watt smile became a million dollar smile. "I'm perfect!" she cooed. "And before you ask again, the answer is NO! I do NOT want you to stop!" She closed her eyes and nuzzled my face the way a cat does and murmured, "You got my hymen, now let's find out what the rest of it is all about!" Then she took my ear lobe between her teeth and sucked on it for a moment. "I've given you my heart. And my maidenhead. No let me give you the rest of me!" "Make a woman of me!" she purred. 

I withdrew and drove into her again, and she gave a moan of approval. 

Feeling her moist warmth around me had me so irrationally hot, and I started shoving in and out vigorously. She groaned in time with each thrust, but gasped out, "Oh, that's nice! But slow down a bit so I can catch up!" And barely audibly, she added, "Please!"

I paused, pressed as deep into her as I could, and again I remembered an Internet story where the woman told her partner, "Girls cum too if the boy gives them time and doesn't do it without her." (1) 

Jeanne hugged me tight and whispered. "Slow down, just a little, so you don't cum before I do." 

I felt stupid and self-conscious. Aren't boys supposed to be in charge? My hormones wanted to ignore everything she was saying. But still, that Internet story . . .

So I slowed down, doing my best to control my eagerness. I slowly pressed into her as far as I could go and I felt her shudder and pull me closer to her! She was holding me so tight, I wasn't sure I could move, but my hips were still working. Remembering another story, I began very gentle thrusting into her, and felt her relax beneath me. I could feel her response as she relaxed, so I began concentrating on every movement and sound she made, observing her every reaction. (2)




Jeanne and I Grow Up in Hawaii



I concentrated on the things that caused her to react, even to the point of attempting to repress my own impulses. 

"Oh, that's nice!" she moaned and ground her hips into mine, meeting me thrust for thrust. Gradually, I became aware of a heady, musky scent generating from us, which only turned me on all the more. Trying to move my body upward in relationship to hers, I slid my knees under her thighs, raising her knees and found to my surprise that this opened her wider to me, allowing me deeper access into her. Her moans of approval told me that my accidental movement had been extremely successful.

Her hips rose to meet my thrusts and she sighed deeply as our hips thrust together. Her ankles locked behind me, effectively pulling her into me, meeting each thrust, synchronizing our movements.

Jeanne's eyes were closed, but she seemed to have an angelic smile of contentment on her face as we mated. Beads of perspiration were forming on her forehead and her upper lip. And somehow I recognized that everything was pointing out to me that she was really into it: she was thrusting to meet me; she was becoming even more lubricated and wet as we proceeded. I glanced down between us, and saw that her nipples were more erect than I had ever seen before. She was grunting in time with our thrusts and her pelvis was speeding up. She started grunting my name.

". . . Uhhh . . . uhhh . . . I think I'm getting close . . . " she gasped between grunts. "Are you close?"

Unconsciously, I sped up and began thrusting deeper into her, groaning back, "Uh-huh . . . I'm almost there!"

She squinted her eyes. "Okay . . . . Uhhh . . . Now! Together! . . . More! . . . More . . . More . . ." Her movements were becoming erratic and less coordinated, more instinctual, demanding even more from me.

I was pounding as hard as I could! I had nothing more to give, but I tried!

"More! . . . More . . . " Her hips were pounding against mine with even greater intensity. Her vagina was spasming erratically as she grunted and finally screamed my name as her muscles clamped down on me with intense strength, driving me over the edge. I thrust with each spasm as I poured my seed into her and she clutched me and cried out with each thrust. 

Locked in each other's arms, we both struggled to extend our orgasms, both of us gasping erratically. And, inevitably, each of us completed our climaxes. And our panting began to slow down and we collapsed in each other's arms. 

We lay like that for a long time, me cushioned on her breasts, still within her, but feeling myself shrinking. I knew from one of the books I had read, that I had to withdraw and be sure to take the condom with me before I got too soft, or leakage might occur. So I took one finger and pressed the base of the condom against my penis and withdrew. She moaned slightly as I left her, and I felt awkward, lying on top of her like that, so I rolled to the side.

Both of our eyes dropped and gazed at my almost flaccid manhood. I think we both realized at the same time that there were traces of blood on the condom. Our eyes met and we kissed again, more gently this time.

Chapter 6 – Life goes on Chapter 6 – Life goes on 

We made love twice more that afternoon. When the third (and last) condom was used, we both were tempted to do it again without protection, but somehow good sense prevailed over hormones!

I think both of us wanted to run hope and announce to our parents that we were going to be married right then and there. But we both had the practical sensibility to know that we each had college ahead of us. And we knew we wouldn't be going to the same school. But eventually, someday, we would both graduate! In the mean time, we had the rest of the summer together! And we would be together in Hawaii for a month next summer.

There was not a whole lot that we could do to control the next several years, so reluctantly we both accepted our fate. 

But we decided together that there was definitely one thing that we could control! And we resolved together that neither of us would ever buy a package with only three condoms in it again!





Jeanne Does Deer Camp



"Oh goody!" Jeanne squealed. Her husband had just announced she was invited back to deer camp this year. She had a hot flash remembering the wonderful time she had last time.

One of the older wives that had done the camp for years had moved away and all the guys had pressured her husband to let Jeanne fill the vacant spot. He hemmed and hawed but they kept reminding him of all the years he had been to the camp and it was his turn to contribute.

You sure couldn't blame the guys for asking. Jeanne was the best eye candy around. Just turned 18, she'd been married to Billy Bob for only a year. Her hourglass shape with firm E cup tits and nice tight buns even gave the ministers at her church a hard on when she wiggled by.

You couldn't blame Billy Bob for being reluctant. Deer camp in Southeast Arkansas was just a good excuse for a four day sex orgy. More two legged "dears" got bagged than four legged deer. With eight guys to three women, at least one of the bunks had a humping couple in it at all times. In the evening there would be guys waiting near the beds, sippin shine and stroking their peckers, ready for their next turn with whoever didn't have someone between their thighs.

Billy Bob remembered how difficult the first part of their marriage had been. He had struggled to get her to spend more time in the marital bed than back with her Pa, three brothers, and an uncle. He'd made damn sure she took her birth control pill every morning! They had to move further away to break her habit although sehe would still go over there a couple of weekends a month. What would this do to their marriage? 

One of the other wives who had been a regular for years offered to talk with Jeanne. She reminded Billy Bob of how many times he'd been between her legs and she still loved her husband. Even more because he was OK with her fun once a year like this. Marybelle was in her late thirties and this would be her eleventh year at the camp. Since there was always some changes in the guys attending she'd fucked probably twenty or twenty five different cocks during that time. She was plump and blond. If a guy had a smaller dick she'd take it up her ass too.

Billy Bob was a bit dismayed with the enthusiasm his wife showed when told what the invitation entailed. Her tail to be exact. She looked at Billy Bob and asked, "Honey, why didn't you ever tell me what you was doing at that camp? Wow, eight guys! That'll be like family reunions. If it was fun fer you then it will be fun fer me too. Only fair!"

Billy Bob didn't have an answer to that logic. He'd fucked family plenty so that part was already even. Jeanne tried to reassure him a bit more, "Honey, yer the only man I love, besides family of course. Any other peckers is fer fun jest like you and that married lady down at the feed store where you work. Of course Ah know about it. She told me that yer cock's bigger and better than her old man's and Ahm lucky to get it so much."

Jeanne was disappointed this wasn't a good excuse to get some new clothes. Marybelle had told her that the women didn't wear clothes much since it was a bother to take them off all the time. She liked running around nekkid anyway.

On the ride to the camp Jeanne was in the back of a pickup with four of the guys. They'd already been into the shine and got to squeezing her fun parts. She squeezed back and the guys all had their peckers out before long. She'd mostly seen family ones which were pretty similar so there were some interesting differences to see and touch. They all tasted pretty much the same though.

At the big one room cabin everybody piled out and got the gear unloaded. The women were busy getting the kitchen in shape so the guys had to leave them alone for a bit. Jeanne knew the other women. Sally Jo was about sixty and skinny with saggy tits. Her crotch was bushy too. She'd been doing the camp for thirty years and kept coming even though her husband had passed away. The guys were happy to have her there because she could do things with her cunt muscles that no one else could. And she sucked a mean dick too.

Everyone got more shine & got nekkid. Peckers rose all over the cabin when Jeanne took it all off. Dinner got cooked in spite of the distractions, then the fun began. Of course all the guys wanted a piece of the new hot young stuff so Jeanne wrote numbers 1 to 7 on slips of paper and the guys drew. She said, "I ain't never fucked more than four guys in a row so that's how many kin have me tonight. The rest of y'all will get my pussy tomorrow. Marybelle and Sally Jo need seein to, you know, so go get with them."

There were four sets of bunk beds at one end of the big room with some curtains hanging mostly to give a little privacy from the rest of the room. Jeanne picked out a lower bunk and lay back with spread legs. The light was pretty good so she could see the new peckers that were going to fuck her. Her first guy gave her a good licking to get her juicy then pushed his pecker in to the hilt. He was so horny and turned on by this beauty he only lasted a few minutes. She kissed him and said, "You come back for seconds, ya hear!" He nodded and pulled out. She wiped her twat with a towel and the next guy got in bed with her. He wanted to play with her magnificent tits. She enjoyed that a lot and her pussy started to tingle. His pecker was longer and thinner than the first guy and he pushed up against her cervix. She came right after she felt his hot juice spray her insides.

The third guy put her on hands and knees and cupped her swinging boobs as he rammed his thick dick in her slippery slot. She looked over at the other bottom bunks and saw her husband doing the same thing to Marybelle. She smiled at him but he wouldn't smile back. He was still a little jealous. The fourth guy wanted her on top so he could get real good tit play and she loved the stuff he did to them.

The first guy was back with another erection. Jeanne got on top so she could control the fuck better. She encouraged him to suck her tits and got herself off just before he shot his load again. Her other guys wanted seconds too but she said she was tired and sent them to the other women "who needed their share too". 

After her last guy pulled out and left the bed her husband got in. Putting his hand on her pussy she said, "There's five loads in there. Ah expect you won't be needing any of my pussy for a while. I seen you banging them other women. Ahm a little sore so I'll give you some in the morning."

Billy Bob asked, "So you're alright then?"

"Why shore. You know I likes hard dicks rubbin in me. And feeling their seed squirt out way inside me knowin they's trying to plant a baby is real hot too. Momma told me that a pussy just can't be wore out. It's kind of exciting feelin' peckers in ya that you haven't known all your life cause they're new and different. So what happens tomorrow?"

Billy Bob replied, "Well, half the guys go hunting and the others stay here to have fun with you women. After lunch they trade."

Jeanne had heard about Sally Jo's cunt talents and talked to her about it. She watched the older woman in action and tried to use her own pussy muscles as she was screwing her guys. After watching the other women do it, she also tried doubling up with two guys. That had real potential for fun.

After lunch there was a set of fresh peckers to drain. Husbands took turns like everybody else. Jeanne got to spend some slower time with each of the men and got to know them better. Good opportunities for cunt muscle training too. Just like her family, each one fucked differently and you could make the best of that when you knew them.

Following dinner the pace was a lot slower since folks had been screwing all day. They all watched some porn flics on the big screen. At bedtime Jeanne did her husband first, then he watched as she banged three of the guys. After they finished enjoying her body, Billy Bob dipped his pecker into the slippery mess and shot off again before they slept. As she was drifting off to slumber, Jeanne thought about how many kinds of sperms were wiggling around inside of her. She hoped her birth control kept working! 

And so it went for the rest of the time at the cabin. 

What happened at the hunt, stayed at the hunt. No one talked about it and no one hit on the women afterwards. Of course if a woman wanted some more cock from one of the men she could ask for it. Sally Jo had lots of choices and never lacked for cock.

Jeanne talked to Billy Bob, "Since I ain't hardly screwin my family no more, Ahd like to get me some strange once in a while. I know yore tapping that widder woman at work so Ahd like to take care of Wilbur."

He was the first hunter guy she'd banged at the cabin. She continued, "He's pretty old but has a good pecker and no woman to use it on. I liked humpin him and he says my furry box reminds him of when he wuz young and all the girls wuz that way."

Billy Bob liked getting in the widder woman, who was always a hot fuck even though he knew she was putting out to at least two other guys, so he agreed.

He could always tell the days his wife had screwed Wilbur. She'd meet him at the door naked and they wouldn't even get to the bedroom before he was in her sperm filled box. If he brought a buddy home, she'd screw him too.

Yes, Jeanne was ready for deer camp. Her cunt muscle control was a lot better and she wanted to show off for the hunters. She wondered if there would be any new guys to try out...



Jeanne



I suggested, "I have a satellite system, should try to find something interesting?" 

She enthusiastically responded yes and took a seat on the sofa as I turned on the system. When I turned to join her, I was struck by the very sexy pose she was in as if to show me she was more than ready and willing to live out whatever came on. Her skirt had slid well up her legs and showed her stocking tops completely. I found a movie that had an elegantly attired lady who had met a young stud and she was taking him home to her mansion as her husband was out of town. As we watched we were caressing, feeling and kissing each other. Her hand was in my pants and mine found the wet spot on her thong. 

Jeanne suddenly stood up and sexily removed her thong. Sitting back down next to me she whispered, "Enjoy my pussy lover." 

As I moved my hand up her leg and between her thighs she willingly opened her legs to allow me easy access to her very wet pussy. 

Jeanne was getting very excited and a couple minutes later she pulled the neck of her dress down so her tits were out for me to enjoy. She told me, "I love the way you tease my nipples with your fingers, but be careful or you'll have me cuming right here."

My response was to begin kissing the hard tips as I rolled them. This drove her wild and since she already had my cock out and hard, she stood up, pulled her dress up around her waist and straddled me, quickly sliding all the way down the full length of my erection. Jeanne was already moving up and down excitedly as she breathlessly said, "Sometimes even a lady needs a good hard cock to simply fuck."

I knew it is not polite to keep a lady waiting and she was so hot there was no delaying her orgasm and it was indeed a strong one. Unlike our previous fucks, she kept my cock deep inside her as she slowly recovered from her climax. I had not yet cum so she began a slow grind as she said, "I just love the way you fuck me. I want to feel your wonderful cum shoot inside my hot pussy."

Since Jeanne was a petit lady, I wrapped my arms around her and stood up to carry her to my bed. She quickly wrapped her legs tightly around me and continued her grind. At the bedside, I moved one arm beneath her ass and was able to support her with one arm as I unzipped and pulled her dress up over her head and off with the other hand. I then laid her down gently and began pumping her pussy until I shot my load. 

She had a dreamy look on her face as she said, "Wow that was exciting. I enjoyed the way you carried me to bed and undressed me. You even made me cum again when I felt your cum shoot in my pussy. 

As we both relaxed in the afterglow of our orgasms, Jeanne removed the rest of my clothes so we could snuggle close and feel the warmth of each other's skin. It wasn't long and we fell asleep.

Sometime later I was awakened by the pleasure of Jeanne working over my cock with her delicate mouth. It was a wonderful site watching he head bob up and down on my hardening cock. She was very obviously enjoying it too. When she noticed I was awake she moved to place her pussy over my mouth while still sucking my cock, saying, "You should get me ready like I am doing you so we can fuck again."

I really didn't have to work very hard to get her excited as she was already very wet, but I certainly did enjoy savoring her juices. Suddenly she stopped and said, "Fuck me now," and turned her back to me to straddle me once again. 

As she rode my cock she was massaging her tits and rolling her nipples between her fingers. This drove her crazy and she began bouncing up and down harder. I enjoyed watching her tits bounce with her movements that put her over the edge as she came with a tremendous moan. As she did, her pussy gripped my cock and seemingly squeezed my cum out as I shot my load. As we relaxed, she thanked me for putting her fire out again before she drifted off to sleep.

The next morning Jeanne was up early and I was awaked by her wonderful scent, fresh from her shower. She was leaning over me kissing my ears and neck and dangling her tits on my lips. 

"What a nice way to be awakened," I said. 

"Just thought I'd give you a little something to look forward to later. I'm excited about our day so let's get going lover boy."

I headed to the shower and Jeanne began dressing. When I came back, what a sight. She had on a velour pant suit. The pants were skin tight and the top, with a deep V neck line clung to her tits which filled a push-up bra, making her a very delectable sight. 

"I can tell we are going to have an exciting day," I said

We planned some shopping, a leisurely lunch and a good time together. At the mall we saw a nice pair of very high heels that Jeanne loved as soon as she saw them in the window. She gave me a squeeze on the arm and whispered, "I could really put those to good use, but I don't have the right outfit to wear with them."

I encouraged her, "Baby, go ahead and try them on and see if you really like them, then if we find an outfit that will go with them we'll come back."

She kissed my cheek and headed into the store. The young man working in the store certainly enjoyed helping a pretty lady saying, "It is so nice to help a happy and upbeat woman instead of the grumpy shoppers I normally see."

Jeanne did like the shoes and asked him to put them aside as she would come back after she found the right outfit to go with them. He told her no problem. As we strolled out into the mall again she whispered, "Did you see that young man sneaking looks at my tits and between my legs?" 

I asked her, "How do you feel about it?"

"It made me feel tingly," she responded with excitement in her voice.

"So, what kind of outfit are you looking for?" 

"I can't really describe it other than it has to be something sexy. But I'll know it when I saw it. It doesn't have to be overly dressy. Sort of "spiced up" casual."

I had a flash of my worst fears that we were going to spend the rest of the day going to every rack in every ladies clothing store in search of an outfit. Fortunately, in the 3rd store we found "The" outfit. It was simple, yet elegant. It was a very short and very tight mini skirt and a white sequined pullover top with a draped neckline. When Jeanne tried it on, she stepped out of the fitting room so I could see it on her. 

"You look absolutely fabulous!" 

She twirled around for me and all I could do was whistle. She then said, "I'm going to ask the sales clerk if I can just pay for it and wear it out." 

That was fine with me and I told her, "We'll go back and get the shoes and then I'll take you for a nice quiet lunch."

Jeanne expressed her agreement with a tender kiss on my cheek. 

The shoe store was not busy and the clerk saw us coming so he had the shoes in his hand waiting as we came in. Jeanne sat down to allow him to put the shoes on. I could not help but notice how far her skirt rode up and thought the young man must be enjoying quite a view. As Jeanne stood to stroll around in the shoes the clerk stayed seated, but I was watching Jeanne. She looked stunning as she "modeled" for me. She told the clerk he had made the sale, but she would keep the shoes on. He quickly placed her old shoes in the box and headed to the register, holding the box in front of his crotch, hoping we would not notice the tent that had grown in his pants. Jeanne and I shared a knowing glance. 

As we strolled back into the mall with my arm tightly around Jeanne, she whispered in my ear, "Thank you," and gave me another sweet kiss on the cheek. She also said, "I feel really sexy in this outfit. 

I certainly did not disagree and moved my hand to give her a tap on her sexy butt. 

She asked, "Do you like my butt in this skirt?" 

I responded, "Yes. It looks nice and tight." I added, "And with those heels it just says fuck me."

Her reaction was a low moan and a sly smile. 

We went to a quiet Italian restaurant for lunch and chose a booth in the back for privacy. We ordered and of course had a glass of wine. As we sipped the wine we chatted and shared with each other that we were both enjoying the day. 

Jeanne mentioned, "That clerk in the shoe store sure was embarrassed as he finalized the sale."

I told her, "I noticed too. You look pretty sexy in that outfit especially when you were sitting down because you skirt had ridden up so far."

She then told me, "I have a confession to make," and pulled her tiny thong out of her purse adding, "I took these off when we bought the outfit." 

Now I understood why the poor lad was so flustered, she had actually let him see her pussy. 

"I have never done anything like that before, but in this outfit I just could not resist." 

"I didn't mind. I'm sure we'll share the experience in more detail later."

Jeanne agreed adding, "I hope we certainly will share it more."

Our meal was wonderful, but since our conversation was almost totally focused on sex, we were both getting excited. As we headed to the car Jeanne was a couple steps in front of me and I said, "You ass looks so fantastic, that I am very close to doing something about it right here."

She said, "I probably like that, but I'm not sure about right along a main street."

I quickly helped her into the car and she gave be a beautiful view of her pussy, which I noticed was already sparkling with tiny beads of her wetness. 

I hurried back to my apartment and as soon as we were inside she led me to the bed and got on all fours and pulled up her skirt all the way up over her ass. She looked back at me and said, "I'm more than ready to feel you banging against my tight ass as you fuck me". 

My cock was out in a second and very quickly sliding into her hot pussy. My hands found their way under her top to her tits and hard nipples as we fucked our way to a very pleasing mutual orgasm. 

Jeanne thanked me saying, "I needed that. I love this outfit you got for me and I just feel so sexy and hot in it. I think I'd just like to fuck all afternoon."

She was good to her word and we enjoyed a number of positions and orgasms.



Jeannetta



I crept into our house as quietly as I could, as I didn't want to awake my wife, Jeannetta.

I knew she would be sleeping.. but as I entered, I was proved wrong.

I heard Jeanetta's voice coming from the upstairs master bedroom, or rather the room next to the master bedroom. Let me tell Ya first.. as you walked into our house, to the right there was a coat closet, then further right a ½ bath, and door that lead to the laundry room, and a door that lead to the garage. Off to the left as you entered the house, was a huge room with a gorgeous stone fireplace, and some ornate furniture. Off that room was a fancy dining room, then the kitchen. Oh, the kitchen, was beautiful. All appliances built under the cabinetry. Nothing! And I mean nothing, on the counters. It's funny to watch Jeanetta in the kitchen. She's so meticulous about anything being on the counters, that everything is shoved into the cupboard. Opening a door to one, is sort of like the cartoons where everything is shoved into the closet, and when you go to open it, someone yells don't,! just as your opening it, and everything falls out. Then there is a huge room that houses our 52' inch TV, with VCR/DVD and complete cable package. And nice comfortable furniture. A couch, a love seat, 2 chairs, a coffee table, a couple of end tables with lamps on them. A huge sliding glass door leading to the back yard, with vertical blinds, that close one way then another. With huge sky lights throughout the house.

As you enter our house, after the closet, and the fireplace room, instead of going left or right, you can head into the kitchen, or you can head straight up the stairs to the second floor. Off to the right there is a extra bedroom, then a full size bathroom, and a room off that with a hot tub and a huge curtainless window over looking the city. For those days after a hard days work.. or a beautiful romantic night, with the city lights shining brightly. Then there's the master bedroom. A beautiful walk in closet, and you guessed it, everything is neat and tidy. A huge bed big enough for at least 4. but only houses 2. A couple of night stands on either side of the bed, with lamps on them. A huge sky light in the ceiling over the bed. Off one of the walls, there is a huge cut away, this is the second floor, so you can see right down into the foyer. At Christmas time it is so beautiful, that's where we put up this huge gorgeous tree. Jeannetta has a flair for decorating. So the tree always looks so ornate. Usually shining in gold.

But as I was saying.. I thought Jeannetta would be sleeping, so I crept quietly into the house.. but I was proved wrong. I heard Jeannetta's voice coming from the hot tub room. Along with the stereo downstairs in the dining room, blasting her favorite music, Alanis Morissette. I believe it was her "Jagged Little Pill," CD.

I could hear Jeannetta singing along with my favorite song, "Hand In My Pocket." Even though she didn't think so, Jeannetta did have a good voice. "Right on key," as they say. Any ways... Jeannetta was singing right along with Alanis, and was in the hot tub. I didn't want Jeannetta to know that I was there just yet. I heard the jets of the hot tub bubbling. And it sounded like heaven!

I imagined Jeannetta's body. 5'4, an A cup, and a size 3 body, in that hot tub. I'm getting wet just thinking about it.

As I said, I didn't want my wife to know I was there, so I hid behind the door to the hot tub room, just enough to see her in the hot tub, but so she couldn't see me. She was relaxing, singing along with Alanis. Damn! she was beautiful. Jeannetta got up on her legs and squatted down in front of the jet stream near where moments ago she had been sitting. Then reached between her legs with each hand, she then parted her lips, and let the jets pump furiously against her beautifully trimmed forest. Damn, she was turning me on! I hemmed up my dress, and quickly discarded my panty hose, and reached down my panties. I was already completely drenched from watching Jeannetta, so I didn't have to lubricate myself any. I then began to finger myself, placing my fingers inside my vagina, and pumping furiously, in and out. In and out. I was able to continue to see Jeannetta hovering over the jet streams, her hands still holding her lips apart, as the warm water hit her. Her head back, her A cup tits arched into the air. Oh, how I wanted to suck those tits. Caress them, suck their nipples. For having A cup tits, she sure had big enough nipples. Cute, and sort of between round and square. But scrumptious. I was wishing my tongue was underneath them, and my mouth draped over their crests, and me just sucking away like a babe.

But alas.. Jeannetta was in the hot tub, perched over the jet streams, letting the warm water caress her pussy. And I was outside the door, fingering myself. Either way I was in heaven. Jeannetta's body was awesome, and watching her fuck herself was awesome, even though it was me fucking my own pussy with my fingers, it was still heaven!

Jeannetta and I were in complete sink. I fashioned my fucking pace to her moans. Just as Jeannetta cried out her orgasm, I came too. We both gushed more than others, so it always took a little longer for us to come down from our high.

As I finally came down from the high I just experienced.. I discarded the rest of my cloths, and entered the hot tub room between the full size bath and the master bedroom. Where Jeannetta finished fucking herself with the jet streams of the hot tub. And was now sitting down relaxing again. Her head finally lifted up and as her eyes finally focused around the room, she realized that I was standing there naked as a jay bird. And in her slightly deep husky voice, she said "Tawny,! I didn't know you were home?"

"I got home a few minutes ago, I though you were sleeping, but I guess I was wrong

Jeannetta blushed 16 shades of red. when I said, "that was so sexy. Seeing you fuck yourself that way. I was in complete heaven, just watching you. I couldn't help but finger myself with you."

Jeannetta blushed again, and took her hand and offered it to me, and led me into the hot tub, where we made love for hours. With nothing but Alanis Morissette playing in the back ground, and the sky lights in the ceiling, and the heavens watching me, and my wife Jeannetta making love in that huge hot tub, on the second floor between the full sized bath, and the master bedroom. I was in heaven, again!



Jeannette



I love to watch people dance. It says volumes about how they feel about themselves, more than many hours of actual conversation. A woman who loves to dance, moves well, and is comfortable in her body is a joy to behold. Jeannette was that kind of woman. She stood out in the crowd of college students like a dark diamond; while most of the girls there were fashionably anorexic, with bodies like skinny 12year olds with tits, she was a wonderland of curves. 

Beautiful dark hair with a natural curl and bounce, lightly tanned skin with a faint flush and sparkling brown eyes, she filled her crimson silk tank top and cream colored jeans to perfection: she had tits and ass for days. She was making excellent use of them, too, as I watched her. Hips rocking, torso rolling, arms and hands caressing her own body in an unmistakable invitation that, incredibly, the local boys were not taking advantage of. I had no intention of ignoring her, however; I was alone that night and the joy and invitation in her smile as she danced were too tempting to pass up. 

I took a swallow of my margarita and threaded my way towards the pocket she had made. They may have been afraid to approach her, those boys, but they sure as hell wanted to watch her dance. The DJ was playing “Butterfly” by Crazy Town, a song perfect for my purposes. I eased behind her and began to dance, following her movements without quite touching her, letting her feel me behind her. I could tell when she knew I was there, for her movements became slower and more sensuous, hips slowing to a slow wave like the roll of the breakers, then she turned…

This was the moment of truth: would she back away because the silent warmth she had been courting blind was another woman? Her face registered first shock and then she laughed and I grinned back and wordlessly invited her to keep dancing with me, which she did after a moment of hesitation. I introduced myself between songs, she told me her name, and then we went back to dancing. Playfully moving together, switching roles, bumping together occasionally but gradually learning each other, pressing more and more closely until, a little while later, we were moving hip to hip. She smelled wonderful, light musk and hot female.

I took advantage of the music to lightly place my hands on the curves of her hips, and felt her ease back against me. We were the focus of a great deal of attention but Jeanette was oblivious, totally immersed in the moment. At one point she rested her head on my shoulder and spoke in my ear, still gently moving her hips, "So...do you like guys too, or just women?”

“It would have to be one hell of a man to compete with you at the moment, but yes I like men too,” I murmered back.

“How 'bout that one?,” she indicated a slightly older, maybe 25ish, guy who was leaning with his back to the bar watching us intently. He was perhaps the only guy in the place who could have gotten my attention, for he was as handsome in his way as she was beautiful. Tall, maybe 6 feet or so, broad shoulders with light brown hair pulled back in a pony tail that fell across one shoulder. He was casually dressed in chinos and a Henley shirt with the sleeves pushed back. When he saw I was looking at him he gave me a slow wink and nod. I winked back.

Jeannette turned to face me and said, “So.. what do you think??” 

“Tasty ..definately tasty, is he with you?,” I asked devilishly.

“That’s Nicolas, my boyfriend,” she grinned and said, “We’ve been talking about someday doing a three-way with another girl but didn’t know anyone who appealed to both of us. I've never been with a girl although I've fantasized about it a lot. You coming up and dancing with me seems almost too perfect.” 

“How could I resist you? You’re the best dancer in the place,” I said back, and toyed with a stray strand of her hair. She blushed and sparkles lit up her sherry brown eyes. “Do you really think so?," She said, "I just move the way the music makes me feel, but the guys don’t seem to dance with me much. Nic wouldn’t care if they did, he'll dance with me but he doesn’t want to as much as I ...ohh jeez I’m babbling, I’m nervous all of a sudden..” She stiffened slightly in embarrassment. 

“Yes, I think you’re a wonderful dancer; you move like you're not afraid of your body and that’s the most important thing. Ohh... don’t be nervous, I don’t bite..” I leaned close as the song ended and whispered in her ear, “Unless you ask really, really nicely. Lets go talk to that yummy man of yours and see about finding someplace more quiet.”

I took Jeannette's hand and lead her off the dance floor, to the disappointment of the guys and relief of their women. As we approached the gorgeous Nicolas he gave me the once over, and I was glad I had taken care to dress well that night. I’m barely 5’2, so I have to be careful what I wear; but my black miniskirt and sleeveless dark green sweater made the most of my curves and accentuated my pale skin and cinnamon hair. My coloring was a perfect foil for Jeannettes dark loveliness, a fact I saw Nicolas note appreciatively. 

“Who's your cute friend ‘Nette?” he asked as he tousled her hair and slipped a hand round her slim waist. “This is Kit, isn’t she the hottest dancer?,” She said with an impish grin. Now it was my turn to blush as I shook Nics hand. “Well, like you said, I just move the way the music makes me feel,” I said. 

Jeanette turned and whispered something into Nicholas’s ear that made him light up like Times Square at New Years eve. “Are you kidding??," He exclaimed as Jeanette hid her blushing face in his shoulder and nodded. “Sure, baby love, I’m all for it,” He looked at me piercingly, suddenly serious. “Has ‘Nette told you her fantasy?” I grinned and nodded. “Then lets get out of here and find some place quiet,” He grinned. Jeanette looked from me to her lover and then suddenly grabbed each of us by the hand and started pulling us through the crowd toward the door. “I want to do this before I lose my nerve!” she shouted over the music and crowd noise. Then we were out into the relative dark and quiet of a Santa Barbara summer night.
  I followed them out to the ocean and a quaint little apartment a few blocks from the beach. The air was charged with an electric sexual tension as we walked up the steps and opened the door. Jeannette indicated the couch and told me to make myself at home. Nic and I sat and made small talk until Jeannette reappeared wearing a midnight blue satin slip and carrying a tray on which sat a bottle of tequila, limes, salt and glasses. “I’m not sure what to do now, but there’s nothing like Jose’ to get things relaxed,” she said as she put the tray down in front of us. 

Nic flashed a grin as he started pouring shots, “Always the perfect hostess, love”. Jeannette returned the grin and handed me the salt and a slice of lime as her lover did the same with a brimming shot. I waited for them to be similarly fixed and raised my glass. “To dreams coming true,” I said softly, looking at the two of them. They caught the moment and repeated, “To dreams.” We then licked and sucked and downed our shots with happy whoops. 

Nicolas hopped up and turned on the stereo, then we settled back, talking and drinking a few more shots, just getting more comfortable with each other. Then Jeannette started slowly and sensuously dancing for him; within seconds I joined her, and soon we were being even nastier than we had at the club. Jeanette turned her movements into an incredible lap dance, grinding her hips and ass across his crotch which obligingly rose in favor of the treatment. I noticed, with a sense of relish of things to cum, it was a most impressive bulge, too. She slowed down and gently, teasingly danced away from him and looked over at me. "Now it's your turn to get him hot," she purred. 

"Oh, I know just the thing to do that," I said, feeling the evil grin spread from cheekbone to cheekbone on my face, "Nic, lets give Jeanette a massage.” He looked from me to his girlfriend and back, lust and Jose slowing his thoughts, then the light dawned; he eagerly agreed and stood a little uncomfortably to lead us back to their bedroom.

I don’t know a better way to get someone relaxed and out of their clothes than a massage. Its non-threatening and very sensual at the same time, both erotic and relaxing. In no time we had ‘Nette face down on her bed with her clothes off. Naked she was even more beautiful then she was dressed. Her tan was the natural beach kind and the pale triangle from her bikini bottom looked sexy as hell against the warm tan of her back and legs. I squirted some baby oil on Nics hands, after suggesting he take his shirt off as well. I had already stripped down to my light bra and thong. I poured baby oil over my own hands and began work on Jeannettes back. “Just follow my strokes, Nicolas, that way she will get it from both sides,” I said as Jeannette purred and moaned in delight as we worked up and down her back. 

"Flip over, sweetheart,” Nic said after a while, and Jeannette was relaxed and drunk enough that she just did as he asked without protest, flipping her arms over her head and sprawling invitingly. She was such a tempting sight I couldn’t resist the urge to lean down and lickkiss her pert tight little nipple. She squeaked and jumped a little as Nics mouth came down on the other side, then surrendered to the sensations, deeply moaning. As we nibbled her, I felt Nics hand cover mine and guide it down Jeannettes body till it gently brushed the meeting of her thighs. I could feel her heat at our touch and she shamelessly opened her legs under our combined touch. Nic was leaning over her, gently massaging one nipple while he talked softly in her ear and slid a finger into the hot slickness of her pussy. "MMmm, feels good, doesn’t it, baby girl? Can you feel Kits mouth on you? That woman’s mouth on you, baby? You love it, just like you thought you would, don’t you?”

“Ooohh, yes ohh Kit that feels so good, you make me so hot and wet,” She was moaning, twitching under my touch, relishing the first touch of another woman. My fingers were sliding up and around the swelling folds of her pussy, stroking it carefully, never touching her center, just teasing it the way only a woman can for another woman, feeling her hips writhe beneath my hand, knees spread wide and eager. I slid down between them and looked at her soaking wet and swollen pussy. She was still being impaled by 2 of Nics fingers; through glazing, half-open eyes she saw me, and began to beg, "OHH please Kit, please lick me, make me scream with your hot mouth, eat my pussy please!!!” 

I smiled hotly, knowing I had her. I dropped down between her legs, spreading her lips open to reveal the hot pink and quivering center of her being. I motioned Nic to slip another finger into her eager cunt and as he did I began my attack on her sweetness. As soon as my mouth touched her pussy, Jeanette began to push her hips up against my mouth, soaking my face with her fresh sweet juices. I licked her from top to bottom, still avoiding the swelling clit she so eagerly was thrusting at me. "Ohh, no baby.. it doesn’t work like that,” I whispered up over her pubic mound, "We're going to make this last and take our time." 

I tasted again the sweet flesh under my tongue, licking firmly around Nics fingers as they spread her pussy open, then slowly sliding up the inner folds to rest lap briefly and gently on the bud of her clit. She moaned and arched her back and then I really went to work; I licked and sucked on her clit, feeling the little nub swelling in my mouth as she got hotter and hotter... never letting her go, but not letting her release either... I licked and sucked and teased her sweetness making her body writhe and quiver under my tongue, feeling my own pussy swell and soak the bed beneath my hips. Of all the acts of love there is nothing like orally pleasuring a truly responsive woman - and Jeannette was certainly one such. 

I felt the heat of Nic's eyes, drinking it all in, and could almost taste the lust locking up his mind. Gently, careful not to slow down my assault on Jeannette's overheating pussy, I slipped a hand back and trailed it up to his cock, surprised to find he still had his chinos on. He was very hard, and I was rewarded with a little gasp as I firmly squeezed him. Slowly and teasingly, I unbuckled his belt and released his fly, letting his pants fall - good, no underwear. I gently stroked his warm, firm heft, and felt him shudder. He was more than ready.

Jeannette was frantic, having been held to the edge for timeless, ecstatic and blissful minutes I knew from experience seemed like hours. I raised my wet face momentarily and looked up into her eyes. “Are you ready, sweetheart? Do you want me to make you cum now?" I wrapped my hand around Nic's balls and guided him into position, stepping aside and guiding him to pierce her pussy with his now ragingly hard cock. I slid a hand over his cute little ass, urging him to slide all the way in deep as I placed two fingers directly over her clit, circling and stroking it ruthlessly. Nic began to pump in and out of her hard and fast, and Jeannette moaned, her voice sliding straight up into a scream, cumming immediately.

“Ohh YES yess yess.. ohh GODS yes... oooooohhh," Her words faded into grunts and moans of total abandon, joined soon by Nic as he pumped into her like a monster piston. “Ohh yessooohhhaaaah baby...cum around my cock, cum again and again...ohh your soo damn tight and soo wet ohh yeah..ohh...," he grunted, his voice thick and gutteral; then nothing was intelligible, just the sound of three people in the greatest of joy. 

I lay back and watched them, giving my own aching pussy the pleasure it was so eager for, sliding three fingers deep inside, squeezing down on them, and stroking my own swollen hard clit. I drew it out, not willing to cum until they did. It was beautiful and sexy as hell to watch... two beautiful bodies joining deep and primal, pounding into each other like animals in heat. I almost couldn’t hold it, but just when I thought I was going to have to give up and release before them, Nic gave one final massive thrust and roared his lust and ecstasy, filling Jeannettes pussy with his seed as she screamed and wrapped arms and legs around his waist, puling him in as deep as possible for her own final spasm. 

They collapsed together, and I felt their eyes on me as I gave into my own orgasm. As I tumbled over the edge, I felt felt my legs pushed further apart and hands, lips and tongue attacked my quivering pussy. I couldn't tell who was doing what, but they lifted and carried me into a hard, long orgasm, and held me there until my joy was as great as theirs and I too collapsed, totally content. I opened my eyes and smiled at them softly. “So, sweetheart,” I said to Jeannette, “Was it as good as you hoped?? The look on her face and that of her lover was answer enough.

- Finis -



Jeannette's a Mommy Now



Her face glowed as she sat at the small, brass-topped café table. She had always wanted them to meet somewhere intimate. 

It had been years since he had even heard her voice, much less seen her precious face. He had not known what to expect. On the drive over flashes of older conversations revolved around explosions of photos of this woman sent across digital lines. Jeanette. Just saying her name aloud sent a rush of heat up his back. How many times had he heard her darkly sweet voice on the other end of a phone? Long, late night calls with the lights out. Lying in beds separated by snowy divides and long borders. Her voice was a low rush of emotion across the receiver, a haunting invitation into the down low worlds they walked together. And how many of those times had her lustful approach and their deeply passionate exchanges ended in more than a hot face, but a sweated neck, drips of sweet and furious fuck sweat rolling down his face? 

Only she knew of his purest and wickedest secrets. He had given her whispers of imaginations brighter than fantasy and a tour through all the devious sexual alleys he has traveled. They often wondered if 'perversion' defined them. She had made him feel so natural, free. And all of this for years, a tight downward spiral into their physicality that reached up to the soul with a firm grip. 

She let him call her Jeannette, only him though. She sent him panties in the mail in exchange for perfume. Photos of her shaven pussy came through e-mails. This was Jeannette, the princess whore of every man's inner lust, the woman who wears heels in bed without you asking but who asks for everything back from you. "Baby, will you lick mommy under the table? Yes you can feel what's missing now can't you," she had purred before. "Turn over boy," she teased, wanting to taste across her tongue something no other girl would dare. She wanted him bareback, she wanted inside him as deep as he could get inside of her. She wanted it in the bathroom, the girl who would let your friends watch if she did not bring her girlfriend along that night. Jeannette was black leather chokers and latex, white silk scarves and g-strings, funky purple lipstick with thigh-high stockings, screams and begging, violence and passion, the schoolgirl naughtiness and diva kink, and still all pink cotton candy throughout. 

Her face was glowing brightly when he found her in the corner of the café, her pale pink painted nails holding her cup. 

"Hello," she said shyly. Her eyes were big and sensitive, shining in soft pink glitter. 

"You look...," he began. 

"Yes?"

"You look...; well I don't even have the words"

"That's a first isn't it? Sit down Reid, please." 

"Is this your regular café?"

"Yes, the waiters all know me here. They whisper a lot when they see Monica with me."

Reid slowly moved his hand across the table. He could not wait longer to touch her, to feel her in the flesh. 

"What will you drink?"

He just stared at her. In shyness, she turned her head across to the menu above the bar. 

"Honey, do you want anything?"

"Yes."

"All of the coffees are wonderful," she said. 

"So many things were rolling in my head on the way here. It was like a flood being released."

She smiled. Her heeled foot brushed across his boot. 

"Do you want a beer or whiskey?"

"Will you drink with me then?"
"Oh, no honey I can't."
"Have one with me, wine even."

"I want to watch you drink one. Waiter," she called out in French. 

He loved hearing her mother language. Often he had made her use it on the phone though he didn't understand a word. It was another part of her being Jeanette. 

He drank down the first glass of bourbon while she asked about the flight and then the drive. She wanted to know all about his emotions for Quebec and her. And the city they would share for a time. She told him about Michael, her lover and his trip to Paris that had given her this time with him. She talked too of Monica, her best friend and a previous third in some of their fantasies. 

"Don't worry nobody hear knows Michael. This is my café," Jeannette whispered. 

"I'm not even thinking of it. You are mine now."

"And I am," she smiled. "And so are you, you are mine. We are ours," she giggled sweetly. 

"Have one drink with me," he insisted.

"No, I'm thirsty for something else," she smiled wildly, her heel scraping into his inner thigh. "Drink that last bit down," she hissed. "I need to get home."

"I need the bathroom first," he told her. 

"Go, go ahead. I want to get home first anyway. Take your time," she smiled again.

*

Reid opened the door with the key she had slid across the table. Inside was dark and warm, a sudden break from the bright coldness outdoors. A fire blazed in the next room. Reid walked to the back room and poured out a straight whiskey from the bottle. He sat deep into the couch and laid his head back. Do not rush it, he told himself. Just let it all come out. 

After some time Jeannette's hands wrapped around the back of Reid's neck. She stood behind the couch massaging his head, working her hands across his strong shoulders and up his neck. Her long pink nails scratched into his scalp, setting free stress. He was relaxed. And his heart heaved wildly in his chest. He let go now of all the work he had done to restrain the furious, almost violent passion in his head that had been building for the past months as they reconnected. She watched him becoming aroused and her pussy moistened as his chest heaved. Her nails scratched deeper into his head, massaging his ears in deep strokes. 

Now he could smell her. Both her citrus perfume and her womanhood were rising to his aroused senses. He breathed all of her down, then the room, the scents, the candles and fire, the hotness of whiskey remaining on his tongue. 

Slowly Reid's hands moved to his crotch. His jeans were tight with lust. He rubbed himself, hands moving across denim, warm lust beginning to ignite as his manhood stiffened into exactly what Jeannette's mouth had gotten wet for so many times before. Now she would finally see it for herself. Soon, she thought, she would taste it, devouring his cock in her sweet, hot mouth. 

Reid unbuttoned his jeans, sliding his belt buckle to the side as his pace quickened. Jeannette's hands fastened tightly on his shoulders. Her pussy was streaming warm wetness, a leak down her thighs. She pushed her cunt into the couch back, grinding with his rhythms. 

"Show it to me," she whispered, leaning over to flick her tongue across his hot ears. Her candy breath lit him. He opened his jeans to reveal his thick cock enveloped in his snug black boxers. 

"Show it to me baby. You know how long I've waited," she moaned into his ears. "Show Jeannette your sweet, hot cock."

He slowly lowered the black boxer briefs, exposing the red tip of his enflamed cockhead. Slowly and deliberately, he stroked the top of his cock, working it into a rigid pole. The cotton felt good against his heavy balls, scraping them as he manipulated his jeans across his crotch. 

Lowering his jeans, he sat with his legs wide pulling on his cock through his black briefs. Jeanette's hands slid inside his black dress shirt, feeling his hot, hard chest down to his nipples. She gave each of them a hard pinch before unbuttoning his shirt, her lips meeting his with eyes closed as they locked into an upside down kiss. Warm, slippery tongues. Colliding passion. Released lust like floodgates opening. This was it, finally...

"What do you want the most?" she asked, leaning down across the couch. She watched him stroke his cock, now very free. The veins were thick and pulsing. She loved watching him pleasure himself. 

"What do you want tonight, my baby?" 

"I want what you want," he moaned. He had never opened his eyes since she began the massage.

"How do you know what I want?" she purred. 

"I know."

"I want to see you eat your cum tonight Reid. Do you know that? I do. I want to feel your warm piss pouring down across my breasts. I want to know you are thinking of me and only me when you are pushing that rod into my asshole. You will be fucking me in the ass, won't you dear?"

"I want exactly what you want."

"Do you want me to be your bitch or your princess dearest?"

"You are always both," he moaned as his cock stiffened even harder with her words.

She licked his ear then, sticking her deft tongue into his ear canal, loving him hard. Both of Reid's hands worked his cock, playing with his balls and loving her being behind, just her hands and tongue on him, her lips setting him off. 

"I have so many special things for you baby," she purred again. 

"Yes, I have so many things to give you."

"I have so many things to teach you," he told her. "You will listen to me and you will do them. I know you will be my good little girl."

"Tonight I will be even more," she said, pausing between words to work her tongue across her cheek. "I will be the most you ever imagined me to be dear."

"I have one very special thing. One wonderful surprise for you. It is only for you," she told him. "Keep your eyes closed baby."

Jeannette slinked around the couch, her high heels clicking on the wood floor. Reid had stopped stroking himself, resting his hands as they cupped his hot, thick sack. 

Jeannette slipped across his legs, straddling standing up. She stood over him before letting him open his eyes.

"Look dear, look at me now."

Reid's opened eyes fixated on her sweet, glowing face. He traced down to her shining chest, sparkling. She wore a white lace top that tied together only with a single string across her lovely, full chest. Her breasts shined in the low light, her brown erect nipples viewable through the thin material. The tight string ran underneath her sumptuous, womanly breasts and looked ready to snap. 

His eyes traced the opening as her sexy blouse parted and he saw her tanned flesh. He could not believe it though. His hands snapped up immediately to feel her. 

"Do you love it?" she smiled down at him, taking his hands in hers. 

Reid's hands traced her belly, big and grown now with child. 

He only smiled. 

"I've been so good to keep this as your surprise, haven't I? Haven't I been the good girl? Your pretty pregnant girl." 

"Yes, it is wonderful baby. You look amazing. I can't believe I didn't notice at the café."
"Of course dear, that is the way I had it set up. Including leaving when you were in the bathroom. Aren't I your sweet naughty girl? Do not think about it as his child tonight. It can be ours. You will make mommy happy won't you baby?"

"I want exactly what you want. You are so good to give this too me. And yes, you look wonderful. I was mad to fuck you before, now I will tear you apart." 

"You promise?"

At that, Jeannette leaned into him, untying the tight string to let her fat, swollen tits fall into his face. 

"Suck on mommy's tits baby. Please suck them for mommy. They haven't been sucked right in such a long time." 

Reid did not need instruction. He was already sucking her left tit, milking it with his tongue and lips while his hands pushed and pulled on her heavy breasts. 

"Oh, yes. That's what I want," she screamed, pulling his head deeper into her chest, her fingers pushing through his short brown hair. 

Reid felt her hands slide down his chest and into his lap. She stood still, straddling across his thighs. Her tight, long legs ended in tall white heels strapped across her ankles. Her steaming pussy was wrapped in a tight white leather thong. She stroked his strong cock as he sucked down her full tits. 

It was not much longer before Jeannette was over his face, her heels digging into the couch as she pulled her leather thong to the side. She had kept her pussy the way Reid loved it, shaven clean like a teenage girl. Her pussy reeked of sex. It called to Reid and his tongue moved quickly to please his naughty girl. Her hands pushed on his shoulders to hold herself up. She opened her eyes to watch Reid rubbing his cock for her, stroking in hard thrashes. 

"Fuck yourself for me baby. Fuck..." she stammered. "Fuck, you lick my pussy so well. Deeper. Harder. Mmmmm." she moaned. 

Reid could not wait any longer. With her pussy gleaming from his spit and her sweet orgasms of cum dripping down her thighs, he turned Jeannette into the couch. The fire and their lust were making them both sweat now, their bodies mixing fluids with a shiny film. Reid pushed her deep into the couch, her swollen belly rubbing on the leather. Her tight ass swirled in the air invitingly. Her blonde hair clung to her sweaty wet neck and back.

"Come fuck me baby. Fuck your mommy and your girl. We both want to be fucked by you tonight. Come fuck us," she hissed, slapping her ass. 

"I want you so bad baby," he moaned. "You look so beautiful right now. This is how I've wanted it for so many years."

"Come fuck me baby. Reid I want you inside me. Come; come now I want to feel you deep inside me."

He teased her with his cockhead, rubbing it across her slick shaven lips. In one quick stab, he pushed his whole manhood into her wet, open pussy walls. She grinded her ass into his crotch as he pushed as deep and slowly as he could into her cunt.

He slapped her ass hard. He slapped until it was red. Seeing the crimson marks excited him. As did her screams. His pace quickened into deep, hard and fast thrusts of power and sex. He slapped her harder and pulled her hair, biting her ear as she screamed into the hot room. 

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."

He pushed and thrashed inside her, rubbing his hands across her thick belly. Just touching her swollen stomach made him ache in lust. He licked up her back and spit down on his hand. Lubing her asshole, Reid moved a finger inside as he rubbed slowly. He buried his cock deep into her pussy as his fingers explored her moist hole. She moaned in deep pleasure as he pushed deeper and deeper into her. She cupped her tits and began sucking her motherly breasts. She was cumming now, repeatedly with his thrusts. 

"Don't cum yet baby," she ordered. "I want it on my face when you do."

He pushed deep inside her pussy with a few more hard thrusts. Pulling out, he pushed her head down onto the couch, arching her ass and back into the thick, hot darkness. 

"Give me your ass," he demanded. He pulled her thong down her thighs, leaving it over one heel as he spread her legs wide. He rubbed spit onto her waiting hole, watching it drip down to her pussy. He mixed her pussy juice up into her asshole as she screamed and writhed in dark delight of what was coming next. 

"Harder," she shouted as his stone hard, hairless cock moved deep inside her ass. Her heels slammed onto the floor after each body-raising thrust. 

"Yes, yes, yes," she screamed. "Slap my ass. Spank your girl."

It was all Reid could take for this round. He quickly pulled out and stroked his cock, making it last a little longer. Jeannette fell to the floor in front of him, worshipping his lovely cock gleaming with her juices. She rubbed and licked his sack as he watched. She parted his legs to reach back underneath, feeling his hot hole. Her wet hands probed him, one finger moving deep inside to open him as he had done to her. He rubbed his cock furiously at that, her tongue then moving inside his hole from underneath. 

"Yes, stick it all the way up girl. Yes, do it," he moaned. "Such a sweet bitch. Suck me," he shouted. 

His hands cupped his balls and solid manhood as she worked up his hole. He always knew the first round would be animalistic. The lovely sex, the sweet pink sex would have to wait. There were still so many nasty things he wanted to do to her. And so many more things Jeannette would have to perform. 

He pulled her hair hard and moved her head back, tilting her chin up. His full, tight balls slapped against her mouth as she ran her nails up and down his strong, wide thighs. 

"Yes, yes, give it to me Reid. Give it to me. I want all of it. Spray it all over me. Jeannette wants your seed in her mouth and all across her lovely belly," she went on. 

Reid tightened, shaking wildly with lust and the high watermark of his passion. His cock could not hold back the fountain of long-nights-waiting cum any longer. One hand reached behind Jeannette's neck and the other worked his cock for the final strokes as he aimed his cum down to her face, an explosion across her sweet pink eyes and lips, a flood down to her full, heavy breasts. Jeannette arched back, licking the cream into her mouth as Reid sprayed the rest of his cum across her full, pregnant stomach, now covered in sweat and their love...



Jeannie



"Scene 27 :

A black satin sheet fills the screen, undulating like an oil-covered ocean. Coming in from the right appears the tip of a tongue. Moving in slow motion, it crawls towards the left side, revealing the rest of the tongue, a mouth and teeth. As it almost fills the screen, a small piece of flesh shows up on the left side. The tongue lowers and grazes that piece of flesh from bottom to top. The flesh moves and, still in slow motion, turns into a full-length erected penis. The face goes back as it grows but the tongue remains under it like a berth. They both freeze for a second, then the tongue crawls backwards, leaving a shiny trace of saliva behind it. It stops when only tip and gland are still connected. Second frozen frame. Then an inner shockwave spreads along the penis. It reaches the gland and sperm springs out into the open mouth..."

Jeannie closes her eyes and shoves her head into her hands. She sighs like she wants to get rid of all her sexual frustration anxiousness. How she longs for a fountain of sperm like this one. For weeks now, her nights have been haunted by dreams like this one. She thought writing them down would exorcise her desire but now her body is trembling nervously.

"Jeannie?"

She leaps.

"Bob! You're still here...

"Are you all right?" he asks, moving closer.

Sure he's worried, she thinks. He's seen her like she was crying. Thank God, she has resisted her will to let her hands wander inside her shirt or lower...

"Yes, yes...a bit tired, maybe.

"What's that?" he asks, looking over her shoulder.

THE SCREEN! And that last line glowing straight in the middle of it...too late to clear it.

She waits for the sarcasm, the male despise...

He says nothing. She looks at him and notices the surprise on his face and his fast breath.

"Hum...you wrote that?" he asks, clearing his throat.

Too late to deny either.

"Yes," she whispers, giving him no explanation.

"That's...great!"

She looks down.

A big bulge in his pants is showing, a few inches from her face. She swallows. Subjugated, she sees her hand moving up and gently landing on it. She looks up. Bob's eyes leave the screen and looks down at her. Without a word, he puts his hand on hers. Her eyes ask "Can I?", his answer "Yes".

He takes his hand away. Her hand reaches for the fly and opens it. His brief's fabric is stretched to the max by the urgency of his desire. Carefully, she grabs the belt and frees the object of her dreams.

It's huge, filled with blood and pulsing with his heartbeats. She feels hers in her temples, joining the excitation tempo. Her tits stretch, attracted by this magnetic pole. Her vagina sends spasmodic waves, wetting her lips with sweet and sour tears.

Hands on his hips, she moves her head closer to its and stops inches away. Her tongue slowly pokes out of her mouth but without crossing the last distance, trembling with hesitation.

Bob's aching. He longs for her, but he doesn't want to force her and restrains his urge to grab her hair and plunge into her mouth.

He says "I'm yours..."

Overwhelmed by his gentleness, Jeannie closes her eyes. She stretches her tongue and touches lightly his gland. It jerks away and she has to open her eyes to catch it up. She starts licking the shaft from base to top. Soon, it goes dancing on her tongue. No more word of encouragement from him but she feels Bob’s hips shiver under her palms and she goes further.

Rounding her lips, she slides his gland into her mouth and stops. Bob, first ecstatic, represses a sigh of pleasure. Then he feels her reluctance to swallow his whole and her wait for his agreement. He moans and she knows she can do whatever she pleases. She pulls him out and licks his gland clean until it shines with her saliva. Putting it back between her lips, she slides her tongue into its tiny slot and sucks it out. Then, she repeats that routine again, and again, and again...

Soon, Bob is out of breath. He bites his lips to avoid screaming (the COD’s office is two doors away) with Jeannie's every bite she now delivers him. His legs are shaking and his penis is so sensitive it's almost painful. But the surge of semen he feels coming persuades him not to interfere with her skilful treatment.

"Jean..."

She freezes. Is anything wrong?

"No, please, don't stop now...I'm almost there."

A heat burst overwhelms her body at his declaration, hardening her nipples and increasing her juices' flow. In and out, she pumps his gland faster. Teeth clenched, he cries out shorter and shorter moans. His back arches. Between her lips, his gland suddenly grows and she stops moving, leaving it lying on her tongue, welcoming his warm waves.

When the flow has stopped and she has swallowed his liquor, she finally engulfs his sex and caresses his belly with her hair. He sighs endlessly and shoves his fingers into her hair, stroking it like a purring kitten. When she releases him to catch her breath, he falls down to his knees and into her arms with a final sigh. They kiss.

Grabbing his hand and putting it between her thighs, she pants in his ear.

"Touch me...please...touch me..."

Bob's fingers rush inside her drenched panties. He thrusts and they slide along her lubricated inner lips straight into her pulsing vagina. His move is so strong, the feeling so intense, she climaxes instantly in an orgasmic explosion she screams out.

Five seconds later, a door opens in the hallway.

"Someone called?" an alarmed voice says.

Jeannie and Bob are still arms in arms, laughing with their eyes, silently.

"Take me home," she whispers.



Jeannie Forced by Kidnapper



I woke up suddenly, my heart was beating fast as my eyes were struggling to adjust to the dimness of this unfamiliar room. I had no idea where I was but it was cold and it was dark. The floor was grey cement. My hands were restrained behind my back. I was sitting on the floor in what had seemed to be a basement. It was then that I realized that I was handcuffed to a large pole in the middle of the room....I tried to collect my thoughts. The last thing that I remember was being out for a jog around the neighborhood, then I just woke up here, handcuffed to a pole in this cold, dark basement. "How did I get here?" I thought. I remember that I had been wearing a full jogging suit, now I had only been in my undershirt and runner shorts. "Where did my clothes go?" I thought. My heart was still beating and my eyes darting in every direction. 

Her name was Jeannie. Jeannie was a young girl about 20 years old. She was short, maybe 5 foot and fairly thin. She was white with long, wavy, light brown hair. She had a baby face with light freckles, and beautiful, green eyes. Her breasts were not huge, but they were a perky handful.

Just then I heard a voice that was calm yet foreign to me say "Oh...you're up.. I thought you might be out for much longer..My apologies." I jerked towards the voice to see whom it belonged to but all I saw was darkness in every direction. 

"Who are you!? What do you want from me?!.......How did I get here?!" I yelled. 

"Now, now, Jeannie... you should really calm down. I will not respond to hostility. If you want to ask me a question, I suggest you first calm yourself." said the unfamiliar figure.

I stop for a second then I look towards the dark figure. "What do you want from me?.....And how do you know my name!?" I said gritting my teeth.

"You aren't being very pleasant. I refuse to respond to your hostility.... I will return in five minutes, and if you are ready to be pleasant with me then I will consider lending my ear. Otherwise, we can try for tomorrow." said the figure before he disappeared into a dark doorway.

In those five minutes I concentrated on slowing my breathing and repositioned myself to the best of my ability with my handcuffs to a more comfortable position. I sat for the next couple minutes in silence hoping that he would return. 

Just then, I saw the figure come back into the room. He flipped a switch that triggered a dim light above my head. Then he pushed a swivel chair closer to me where he sat with his hands on his knees as he looked down at me sitting on the cold, cement floor. I was able to see him now. He was a man, quite tall, maybe 6 ft and about twice my age. He wasn't thin, but he wasn't chubby; somewhere in between. He had these broad shoulders. He was white with dark brown hair and his eyes were grey like smoke. He wore blue jeans and a red plaid shirt. His smile was evident.

"What would you like to know?..One question and response at a time, please" he said bluntly.

"How did I get here?" I said calmly and patiently.

"Ah, there we go...much better... I brought you here" he said.

"Obviously...but why and what are you planning to do?" I said snappily.

"One question at a time, remember?"he said as I nodded my head..... "My plans with you are not your concern, you have no say in any of my plans with you." he said plainly.

"Ar- Are you going to hurt me?" I said.

He chuckled and said "Well, that is up to you, really.... but anyway you must be terribly hungry, would you like some dinner?" He asked sweetly as he stood to his feet.

"Uh...yes? ..uh....? What do I call you?" I asked.

"You will refer to me as 'Sir', you may not know my name. After everything you say to me or ask me you must refer to me as 'Sir,' otherwise I will not respond and you may be punished. Is that clear?"

"Uh..yes...sir?" I said

"Good girl" he said with a smile. Then he crouched down in front of me to make eye contact. "I'm going to pick you up to your feet, then I'm going to undo your handcuffs. There are two ways that this could happen. One: you are going to try to fight me or run as soon as I unlock your 'cuffs, then I am, of course, inevitably going to catch you and punish you. Or two: I can unlock you and we can have a nice dinner. Would you like the hard way or the easy way, Jeannie?"

"The easy way, Sir" I mumbled. Then he suddenly grabbed my upper arms and pulled me up to my feet where I stood patiently. He hesitated for a second but then he grabbed my wrists together with his huge hands and unlocked my handcuffs. He held my wrists together as he lead me up the staircase with no resistance. I was confused, I thought "Why did he want me to eat with him? Why didn't he feed me in the basement?" We entered a small, country style,dining room in his home where there was an oakwood table set for two people. He pulled out a chair with his foot and guided me to the seat as he held my wrists firmly.

"You're going to behave, right? No funny business?" he said nervously.

"Yes, Sir. No funny business" I said softly as a he bent me toward my seat. He let go of my wrists and I rubbed them back comfort. He sat in his chair across from me and began serving me a plate. He put a chicken breast cutlet, mashed potatoes, and corn on a plate and almost passed it to me but then he snatched the steak knife from my placemat and began cutting my chicken into bite-size pieces.

"I hope you don't mind" he chuckled. "I don't mind cutting it for you." he said as he took my knife and placed in under his placemat. Then he put the plate in front of me and gave me a spoon to replace my fork.

"Thank you." I said as I scooped up some mashed potatoes and shoved them into my mouth. "I guess I'm hungrier than that I thought I was." I thought.

"Thank you, what...?" he stopped and asked as he looked into my eyes as I chewed.

"Thank you, Sir." I corrected myself. He smiled and we both continued to eat in silence for the rest on the meal exchanging subtle looks and forced grins.

"You must be confused as to why you are here...and why you are HERE.." he said as he twirled his index finger in the air. "I'm going to ask you a series of questions and I expect you to answer every question despite how uncomfortable they make you feel. Is that clear?" He asked.

"Uh...yes, Sir" she said confused and nervously.

"Good...so how many boyfriend's have you had?" he asked.

"Only a couple serious ones..." I answered.

"Good. When did you have your first......uh, menstrual cycle?" he asked sheepishly.

"My first what?" I asked confused.

"Your first period, dear" he elaborated. "Don't forget to address me correctly" he added.

"Oh, uhm....I think I was 12, Sir...Why do you need to know that?" I asked concerned.

"It is not your concern to know why I ask what I am asking...only to provide me with answers....Do not question me again. Now, how far have you gone with a man....sexually?"

"Uh...well..I made out with both of them." I said shyly.

"Is that all you did with them?" he asked.

"The felt me..I mean, like...my..breasts and stuff." I said, obviously uncomfortably.

"Are you or are you not a virgin?" he asked bluntly and sternly. He saw my uncomfortability with his question as I started to tear my napkin and took down towards the floor. "It's okay...you can tell me, it is nothing to be ashamed of." he said calm and quietly.

"Uhm...well...yes, sir.. I'm a virgin." I said nervously.

"See, there's nothing wrong with that, dear...... do you masturbate?" He asked.

"Sir...do I have to answer that?" I pleaded.

"You must answer all of my questions" he stated.

"Uh...well..I guess...sometimes..I do" I answered.

"Tell me how you masturbate. How do you please yourself, dear?" He ordered. 

I looked up in utter disgust and at that second I knew why I was here... I knew had planned to rape me and maybe murder me to cover it up. My thoughts started to overwhelm me and I started to tear up and my voice started to crack.

"Uhm...uhm..I-..I-....uhm" I muttered.

"I think that's enough questions for today....follow me." He said as he got up from his seat. He reached out his hands to hold my wrists and I didn't hesitate to give them to him as he lead me up another flight of stairs. He lead me to a bathroom at the end of a hall where there was a master bathroom and he sat me down on the toilet while he leaned on the wall.

"There is a checklist on the wall behind you, you must follow it to the 'T.' After you are finished, enter the bedroom down the hall. Maybe you'll get to sleep in a bed tonight. We'll see. Is that clear?" he asked.

"Crystal, Sir." I answered as I nodded. He saw my nod and left the bathroom.

I read off the list in my mind: 'Remove clothing, shower with warm water, shampoo, rinse, conditioner, rinse, repeat, wash body with soap (must do thorough wash of genital area), rinse, shave all pubic hair, brush teeth, use mouthwash, dry body with towel, use body powder, use lotion on body, change into robe in closet, and blow-dry hair.' 

I spent the next hour completing everything on the list other than shaving as there were no lotion or razors in the bathroom. I put on a red, silk robe that I found in the closet, my panties, and blew my hair until it was fully dry but still soft. I then made my way to the bedroom. I entered the doorway quietly and waited in silence until he noticed me standing there.

"Oh, didn't see you there. How do you feel?" he said with a smile.

"Better." I said with no emotion.

"I will need to inspect you...make sure that you did everything.." He said.

"I did everything you asked...." I said irritated at his unbelief.

"Lay on the bed, please...so that I may inspect you." He ordered.

"No..." I muttered under my breathe.

"No..?." he asked as he grabbed my wrists and I tried to pull away from him.

"I already told you, your defeat is inevitable..." he said as he pinned my arms to the bed.

He felt my compliance as my resistance settled and my body stilled.

"There we go, that's better" he said as he let go of my wrists slowly.

He untied my belt on the robe and opened it up slowly, letting it fall to the sides, exposing my small, perky breasts and my flat stomach to his view. His eyes explored my body and I could hear him swallow. All I could do was breathe. His fingertips hesitantly traced the middle of my body from my collarbone until he hit my bikini line and my body shivered.

"You didn't shave your little pussy for me...did you?" he glared at me.

"There was no razor in there, Sir" I said sheepishly.

"Hmm...I will shave you myself.." He said as he rose to his feet and disappeared.

"No sir..if you give me the razor, I can do it..please, Sir..I'm very sensitive" I begged.

"Spread your legs for me" he ignored my begging as he returned with a razor, a cup of water, a towel, and shaving cream.

"Yes, Sir" I whimpered as I spread my legs wide for him.

"Oh, you're still wearing your panties.." he notices as he grabs a pair of scissors from his desk nearby.

"Oh, please, Sir..I've never shown myself to any man.." I cried.

He spread my knee open with one hand and held the scissors in the other as he started to cut them off of me. "As you can see, begging will get you no where.."he chuckled as he peeled the cut up panties from my skin.

My face suddenly burned bright red as he now glared at my little, pink pussy spread open for him.

"Wow....you're beautiful...you're pussy is gorgeous..mmm.." he praised."Now, let's get you nice and clean...Don't worry, I'll be very gentle with you." he said as he massaged the shaving cream into my tuft of hair. He held me open and shaved my pussy, wiping away the hair on the towel with water. After he had finished he massaged my pussy and bikini area with lotion and it felt good. He then took his thumb and spread apart my pussy lips, revealing my clit.

"Don't you move, dear.." he said as his index finger circled my clit.

I have never felt something like that before and I let out a whimper. I loved it.

"Mhm...that's what I thought...now, keep still." He said as he squirted some lotion onto his hand and rubbed my clit even faster. Slowly, he started to push his thumb in my tight pussy as he continued to rub my clit. I started to gasp for air as the pleasure grew intense... He went faster and faster until I was about to come. Involuntarily, I started to buck my hips and pull away.

"Oh, no, no, no... I'm not letting you off that easily." He chuckled as he slowed his pace and finally pulled out of me. "You cum when I say that you cum.... if at any point you feel like you might cum, you ask me "Please Sir, May I cum?" If I allow it you may, If I don't and you cum anyway, you will be punished. Is that clear?" he said

"Yes Sir, very clear." I said as I tried to catch my breathe.

"Now..." he said as he unbuckled his belt and pulled out his dick. "Come here." he said as he grabbed my ankles and pulled me towards him.

"No..Sir..Wait...wait..I'm a virgin, please, wait." I begged as me held all 9 inches at the opening of my pussy.

"Ah..your little pussy is so wet for me..." he ignored me as he wet his tip at my pussy and started to rub the tip all the way up and down my slit from my clit to my ass. He was lubing me up with my own cum. It felt so good but so wrong.

He open up my knees wider and slowly enter my tight, little pussy. I clenched the sheets on the bed and threw my head back in pain. He held me there on his cock and admired my open mouth at the reaction of his cock so deep in my pussy....I can feel his balls touching me and his pubic hair tickling my wet lips.

"Please, Sir.." I begged.

He pulled it all the way out and I was relieved, I sighed and calmed then he shoved it all the way in again. My eyes widened. This time it took me by surprise. He began to rock his hips back and forth until he found a rhythm and started to pound my tight, little pussy. My boobs were bouncing up and down with his rhythm and started to massage them and kiss my little pink nipples. My pussy was getting so wet and it started to feel so good. He put my legs over his shoulders and pulled so hard on my hips. I can feel it ..I was going to cum...

"Sir...Sir..I...ah...ah...fuck...sir..." I pleaded .

He ignored me and continued to pound away at my wet, little pussy.

I threw my head back and I came..harddd.. it was so warm....wet...... and it sent shocks through my entire body. Suddenly I felt so relaxed.

"Did you just cum, dear?" He stopped suddenly.

"Ohh...yes, yes Sir." I answered.

"You did not ask my permission....did you?" He glared at me.

"I-..I-...I tried, Sir..." I said.

"I did not give you permission to cum. Now will receive a punishment" he said sternly.

He sat on the side of the bed with his cock hard as rock... I stared at him but he wasn't amused. He motioned me over to him so I went. 

"Bend over my knee.." He said sternly.

"But Sir....please, I didn't mean t-" I said

"I don't care, you disobeyed...if you hesitate it will be double" He interrupted.

"Would you just let me explai-..?" I said

"Double" he interrupted.

I immediately bent over his knee with my bare bottom on his knee.

"It was going to be three...but you hesitated..so 6. You will learn your place. Is that clear?"

"Yes Sir" I cried as a I waiting anticipantly.

I felt his the first crack of his hand coming down hard and immediately I started to bawl. It was stinging and I tried to rub it with my hand but he pushed them away. 

"Move your hands or I will add more...You have five more..In fact, put your hands on your head now, and don't move.." He ordered. He spanked me twice more just as hard as the last and tears were rolling down my cheeks.

"See, you could have been done already, but you questioned me. Let's do these last three" he said. Before I could respond his hand came down three more times as hard, if not harder, than the last three. He rubbed my ass softly as I cried and whimpered. "Good girl....good girl..." he whispered.

"Now, since you already came...how about you get on your knees and put that sassy mouth to some good use.....???" He said as he slid her down between his knees.

"Yes Sir..." I whimpered as his 9 inch, glistening cock, towered over me.



Jeannie, Sister-In-Law



 This is a story I made up. If you don't want to be offended, leave cause it's a dirty story. This story cannot appear on a pay site but can be passed around for free.

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My sister Jeannie came to live with us when she was 18. She was expelled from her senior year in high school for some pretty major vandalism and her parents thought the best way to deal with her problem was to get her away from the bad influences she was hanging around with. My wife and I had some fights about her moving in, believe me, I thought her folks were just taking the easy way out sending her to live with us, but now all these years later I think they did the right thing.

Anyway, as you probably figured, my wife won the battle to have Jeannie move in with us. I made her pretty miserable for it I must admit. A man's home is his castle and all that and I made it clear that if she disrupted our lives too much she'd go or I would, and my wife concurred.

The day we picked her up at the airport she seemed pretty happy. She had not been on good terms with her folks for quite some time and she was glad she would be away from them for a long time as we lived in California and they were in Michigan, some 2000 miles away. I had actually always gotten along fairly well with Jeannie for the 4 or 5 years I'd known her. We were both into sports and even played a little one on one basketball, though I had about 8 inches in height on her. She was just going through some tough times.

After we got home I sat down with my wife and Jeannie to go over the ground rules. We told Jeannie that we were going to be strict but fair, that we would set boundaries and expect her to obey them. Whatever punishment she got would be something she earned and nothing more, and she would earn privileges based on merit

Now I should describe Jeannie. As I said, she was into sports and therefore in very good shape. She was only about 5 foot 2 with mid length blonde hair, blue eyes and a nice tight butt. She was really cute, and had a sort of devilish look sometimes when she smiled. She was smiling now, and said that all she ever wanted was to be treated fairly. I said then we should get along fine, but I reiterated that her presence was to cause a minimum amount of disruption to our life or she would have to find another place to live.

I think it kind of burst her bubble a little to hear that, but she sat mum.

That evening we kind of celebrated her arrival with a couple bottles of wine, it being Friday night. I also had a few beers, maybe a few too many as I was inclined to do at that time in my life. Oh to be 25 again.

Sometime after we had all gone to bed I woke up with a terrific piss hardon so of course I got up to go relieve myself. When I got to the bathroom I stood there for a little while waiting for my hardon to go down so I could piss and in came Jeannie. I hadn't closed the door, having not really thought about our visitor, and there was only a night light on so she didn't really know I was in there till she was right next to me. 

Well she may have been a little troublemaker but she obviously hadn't done too much in the way of sexual escapades cause she backed out of there as if she'd seen a wolf. I just looked at her cute ass in her white cotton undies as she walked away and laughed.

Well when I got up the next morning the shit hit the fan. Jeannie had complained to my wife about me walking around naked(which I always do in MY home) and that is really what I wanted to hear on a Saturday morning with a hangover. I told them both that this was the kind of thing I was worried about when I spoke of disruptions with Jeannie moving in and if she couldn't adjust to my habits in my house she could leave. She started crying and my wife started crying and I said you should be glad I wore this bathrobe to breakfast and with that I took it off. I don't know why, I guess cause I was pissed and not really thinking straight. Then I went upstairs and took a shower.

After I got out of the shower, dressed and went down to eat breakfast my wife, Jeannie and I sat at the table and said nothing for about 15 minutes. Finally my wife spoke up. She said honey, you're right, that was our deal that life go on as usual, and unless you can get used to our way of life, Jeannie, you'll have to make other arrangements.

Jeannie thought for about 30 seconds and said fine, and that was the end of it.

Well you all know how women are and if you think I trusted them to put this all behind us then you have a lot to learn. I figured they would tag team me and sooner or later I'd be peeing sitting down. So I figured the best defense is a good offense and I got started. I asked Jeannie if she'd like to go out to the driveway for some hoops. A little one on one to help me sweat out this hangover. She seemed happy at my olive branch and said yes and ran upstairs to get into her shorts and tank top. She looked pretty cute in her little workout clothes and I took it easy on her like I always do, keeping it close, and then if she could get hot shooting she'd have a chance to win one or two. She's a good kid. 

When we finished we were of course sweaty as hell. Since we had only one bathroom we'd have to take turns in the shower. Jeannie asked if she could go first since my wife was preparing to leave for the mall and she wanted to join her. I said OK but I said you have exactly 15 minutes cause I have a game I want to watch and if there's a problem I'll go first. She said no problem. 

Well lo and behold, 15 minutes (exactly) went by and Jeannie was still in the fucking shower. I opened the door, walked in and pulled the curtain open and there she was in all her glory. She screamed like a banshee and tried to cover herself as best she could with just her hands and asked what the hell I was doing in there. I reminded her of the 15 minutes and the game and our deal that she had agreed to and proceeded to drop my towel and start to get in the shower, laughing. She must have been finished cause she got out then and there without saying anything more. I tried to hurry with my shower so she'd still be there primping when I got out, but she was motivated as a motherfucker and was out of there in record time.

By the time I got downstairs they were both gone so I decided to whack off (there was no damn game I needed to see). This was starting to get enjoyable.

When the girls got back I tested the water with my wife to see if Jeannie had filed any complaint with her over the shower scene but as far as I could tell she hadn't. Maybe she was going to learn her place. That night I had another little plan. As I lay in bed naked as usual, I kept my ears alert to the sound of movement in the house. Finally I heard what sounded like Jeannie getting up to go to the bathroom. I waited just long enough to make sure she got going then I walked in on her. 

There she was sitting on the stool, there I was with my dick hanging at her eye level. I told her I had forgotten to brush my teeth and as I reached for my toothbrush from the medicine cabinet above the back of the toilet I had to lean over her a little. My dick just barely touched her cheek. She had been pretty well controlled till then, but at that she let out a little yelp and pulled her head back. I thought she was going to fall right off the toilet. I started laughing at her and said just relax, I'll be done in a jiffy. I told her I needed to brush my teeth cause I was planning to go into the bedroom and fuck her sister and she doesn't like to kiss me otherwise. 

So Jeannie, if you hear any strange noises just relax, we're doing what comes naturally. As I talked to her, her face was turning very red and her embarrassment was helping to get my dick hard so that by the time I went to put my toothbrush back, my dick was pointing straight at her eye. I saw the way she was looking at it kind of a mixture of fear, disgust and some curiosity and I feinted a jab at her with it. She squealed and jerked back again and I laughed and said goodnight and went to bed. My wife asked what the noises were that she'd heard and I said I was just yanking Jeannie's chain, lets fuck. My wife knows who's the boss when it counts and we fucked like rabbits and went to sleep.

Sunday morning was a complete reversal from Saturday morning. My wife had been soundly boned so she was in a good mood and Jeannie was quiet, but polite. I tried to make some conversation with them, as I was feeling pretty good myself. I asked how their trip to the mall had gone yesterday and they said they had each gotten some things from Victoria's secret. I was a little surprised they hadn't said anything but apparently Jeannie had been a little self conscious and had asked my wife not to mention the unmentionables so to speak. 

Well lets see what you got I blurted out. I'm interested in what goes on around here besides sports, believe it or not. Well the girls went up to get their things. My wife had a bra, some panties and a sheer camisole, and Jeannie had a couple of lace, see through body suits. Lets see how that stuff looks on you honey, give us a fashion show. Jeannie and I adjourned to the living room, Jeannie seeming a little less enthused than I was, and sat on the couch. First my wife modeled the bra and panties, kind of dancing around in front of us a little and leaning forward and squeezing her tits together, then she went and changed into the camisole. 

This was nice cause it was loose fitting so when she bent over I could see most of the titties all of the time and all of the titties some of the time. Of course so could little Jeannie, and I could see her getting flustered again, which I just loved. Next I called my wife over and asked her to show me her crotch, and asked her if the camisole unsnapped. I knew it did, that's why my wife buys them, but she played along. I think she was getting into our little game with Jeannie, reinforcing who was in charge. I cupped my hand over her pussy and alluded to the night before, and said see Jeannie, this is the ultimate reason why I HAD to brush my teeth last night. 

My wife and I just laughed, and Jeannie got red. My wife must have figured she'd gone far enough by then, cause she got up and went to put on some normal clothes. As soon as she got back she said OK Jeannie, your turn to model. Jeannie looked shocked and said NO WAY. "Well," I said, "I'm paying for your clothes for crying out loud , don't you think its proper that I should see what I bought?" She refused. My wife said "young lady, I'm giving you an order. We need to see that these clothes fit you and you will try them on for us." She refused and ran to her room. 

I didn't really care that much about seeing the clothes, I figured they wouldn't have bought them if they didn't fit, and I'd certainly seen as much of Jeannie as there was to see yesterday in the shower, but here again was a test of our resolve. My wife went upstairs and got Jeannie talked into coming back downstairs and I said "Your sister gave you an order. What was our bargain?" 

Jeannie looked at the floor and said one word. "Accountability." As I said, she's a good kid, and she figured she'd better face the music.

I said, "Come here, and pull your jeans down, you're getting a spanking for disobedience. Any further discussion and you'll get it on the bare ass." Knowing she was licked, she demurely pulled down her pants and bent over my wives lap. "Not so fast girly, I dispense the discipline in this house, come here." She deliberately walked over and took the position. I did my best to drag the scene out, partly to make her savor the punishment, but mostly cause I was enjoying the view of her panty covered tush. I swatted her as my wife watched, and Jeannie was quite stoic for most of it though towards the last few she let slip a couple little squeaks. 

I may have given it a little more pizzazz just to make sure she felt them, and she squirmed a little bit, offering a pretty good view of her cotton covered cunnie. But all good things must end, and she didn't really do anything too terrible, so after ten swats I told her to apologize to her sis. She did, and as she was doing so she pulled at her panties and rubbed her bottom, trying to ease the burning and I got to see some of her fine pussy hairs from behind. "Is there anything else?" she asked. 

"One more thing," I said, "your sister gave you an order." 

"But I took my punishment," she cried. 

"The punishment does not relieve you of your obligation, otherwise you'd be weighing whether the obligation is worse than the punishment. You still must do as she said." I saw tears in her eyes as she paused for a beat, but she didn't say a word, just turned and walked upstairs to change. 

A couple minutes later she returned, dressed in her lace bodysuit. It was sleeveless, and also cut very high around the hips. I could see how red her asscheeks were from her paddling , and what's more I could also see her pubic hair and her nipples through the sheer material. She didn't exactly go all out on her modeling job, but what do you expect. We both said she looked nice and told her she could get dressed.

Things went along pretty smoothly for the next week. I had to work all week so I didn't really have much time to mess with Jeannie, though I did have time to figure out some new challenges to put her up to. My sex life was great however. Seeing little Jeannie walking around the house looking like she did made me want to fuck every night with wild abandon, and I always made sure to leave the door open so Jeannie could hear the action. That made it that much more enjoyable for me. 

Thursday night just as I finished boning my wife I happened to hear Jeannie get up to go to the bathroom. I quickly got up and went to the bathroom to walk in on her. Well, for some reason she'd started locking the door even at night, I can't imagine why. Fortunately it was a kind of old house and if you leaned into the doorknob just right the door would open anyway, which I had found out once after having locked the door by mistake. I walked in and there was Jeannie looking quite surprised since she'd locked the door, sitting on the toilet. 

This was something I was relishing, my cock was semi-hard from having just finished having sex, and it was coated with fuck juice. I stood right in front of young, modest Jeannie with my reddened member inches away from her face again and said hurry up I really have to go I can barely hold it. She said she couldn't go with me standing right there and I said why not, are you bashful? I started laughing and tickling her lower belly. She squealed and said don't you're going to make me pee my pants. I said that's the idea. 

We went at it a little more, handfighting and so on, and I was getting some pretty good shots of her pussy and then, in a calculated move made to look like an accident, I stood up just right so that my cock hit her directly in the lips. It may have been even more swollen than when I'd gone in there cause of the playing around with Jeannie, so when it hit her it kind of poked her, and of course it was still covered with jizz, and probably without thinking, she just licked the residue off her lips. 

"Oh my God, don't tell my sister that just happened" she frantically whispered. That was hardly the reaction I'd expected, but I went with it. "All right, but you're still going to have to be punished, and it'll be our little secret" . "Oh please, I don't mind being punished if I know I deserve it but please don't tell her" I "reluctantly" agreed, though I didn't know why she thought she'd done wrong, I was happy to oblige. I told her that I'd have to think of a suitable punishment, and that I'd let her know soon.

The next day, Friday, my wife called me at work to let me know she'd be going out of town for the weekend. She is a grief counselor and there had been an airline crash so she had to go on a moment's notice. I'm used to it, besides, her sister was a good cook and so am I. I wished her as good a trip as she could have under the circumstances.

When I got home I told Jeannie that I'd reached a decision on her punishment. I figured we could play some basketball and shoot free throws. Whatever I beat her by was the number of spankings she'd get, and since we were pretty even in that aspect of the game, she agreed. First we played some regular one on one to get loosened up. We really had a good workout, and I was surprised at how intense she was. She actually gave me a few pretty hard games even without me going easy on her, which heightened my focus.

Then we began playing for keeps. I said we'll each shoot 20, that way the worst that could happen was she'd get 20 swats, after all, she hadn't done anything too bad in my opinion. We took turns shooting and when we got to 5 we were tied. Then I got hot and she got snakebit. I made 14 in a row while she made only 3 and she was looking at10-12 swats, not too bad. Well, she seemed to want to gamble cause she said last shot, double or nothing. I asked if she was sure, and she gave me that devilish grin and said "chicken?" so I said you asked for it. I swished it and she owed me 22. We went inside and I said this time I'm getting in the shower first, which I did. When I got out she was in her bathrobe and I walked past her and said "10 minutes."

Well. 12 fucking minutes later she comes prancing downstairs in her sweats, hair still wet and says "I'm ready bro." 

That flippant attitude kind of pissed me off. I'd been giving her the benefit of the doubt and of course she was testing the limits again. "Get the pants off," I said. She pulled them down and there were the cotton panties. "Get over my knee." She did. "For being late you forfeit these" I said and yanked off her panties. She sort of reacted then, starting to protest vehemently and wriggling around to look at me and try to appeal for mercy. Without the panties on, and also due to my peeved off mood, I was really making her feel this spanking much more than the last one. Her ass was REAL red and she continued to struggle. 

When I had got out of the shower I had merely put on my bathrobe, not having planned on such a vigorous workout, so now, less then halfway through the spanking, my robe had come open and my cock was starting to get bigger and bigger and...well you know.

Between her tossing around, rubbing against my wiener, the excellent views of her pussy I was getting, and the fine ass I had my hand on intermittently, I was now hard as a rock. I was now halfway through and I said either take your medicine like you're supposed to or it'll get worse. At that she stopped struggling. Now though my cock was pinned between her legs, rubbing sideways against her bare pussy!!!

I started to enjoy this. With each stroke I would leave my hand on her ass, kneading the tight flesh while at the same time moving her around my big cock. I was making her submit and seeking verification of her contrition, asking her if she knows she deserves this and will she do whatever it takes to get her mind right. I figure she'd never seen Coolhand Luke. Meanwhile, my dick was starting to twitch and I was afraid I was going to come right there. I was done spanking her anyway and I forced her legs apart to 

extricate my cock from its happy dilemma when I noticed her pussy was wet. Did I say wet, I mean drenched, soaking sopping, gushing. I don't know how I didn't notice it before, but I sure did now. My dick as well was covered in her pussy juice. She just kind of laid there, rather tense, but not moving or saying anything. That's when I took a closer look at her pussy lips. They were incredibly long. I have seen a lot of pussies in my life(in person probably about 125 sets up close) and I've never seen another that was that wet or with lips that long. They seemed to be at least 4 inches. Well this certainly didn't ease the tension in my cock. I said "OK Jeannie, what's going on here?" She asked what I meant and I said "Sit up." 




Jeannie, Sister-In-Law



She sat on the couch with her legs together and her hands in her lap. I said, "Spread your legs right now." She spread them a few inches. I said, "Much wider. Now" She spread them wide. "Now pull your pussy lips apart as far as you can," and she pulled one side with each hand and kind of whimpered "whaaat?" 

I'm not shitting you each lip was about 5 INCHES LONG. "Now look how wet that pussy is" I said. I didn't mention the fact that my cock was as hard as it had ever been in my life. 

"I can't help it, it just gets that way," she whined. 

"Yes, but you got my cock all wet with your pussy juice. What do you propose to do about it?" 

"I'll clean it off if you want me to but please don't be mad." 

Well, humanitarian that I am I figured I could be the bigger person and allow her to make amends. "How will you do that?" I asked. "You're not going to walk all over the house dripping pussy juice looking for a washcloth. You can lick the juice off my cock and I won't tell your sister cause you've really gotten yourself in such a jam you need my help." 

And she actually got on her hands and knees and started licking the side of my dick. It took all the willpower I could muster to say "STOP! As you do this that juice is still leaking out staining the carpet, now tend to it Jeannie. You take your hand and scoop it up as much as you need to keep it from getting on the carpet." 

And that's what she did. She had to do it a lot too, cause that pussy was just flowing, and the more she passed her hand across it the more she gushed, but the benefit was that it kept her from licking my cock full time which enabled me to last enough to enjoy this show of a lifetime. Suddenly she started making a noise that can be best described as a cross between a grunt and a bark, over and over, and her hand went to work on her twat in earnest and I jabbed my cock into her mouth and hollered "SUCK THIS" and did she suck, and I shot my first squirt in her mouth and then pulled out and shot the rest on her face while she came in torrents, spooging all over the fucking floor and moaning like a woman possessed. 

She fell back on the floor with her legs spread wide and I suddenly thought to grab the camera from the desk next to the couch and quickly snapped several photos of her spread wide, dripping, looking like the picture next to the word "orgasm" in the dictionary. She became aware of what I was doing and slowly put her legs together and said "you promised not to tell." And I said "I won't forget this...I promised not to tell your sister." 

"Now go to your room."

* * * * *

Saturday morning I woke up pretty early. I'd slept like a log due to all the excitement the night before, and I had some time to think about what had transpired. I had at least a few more days alone with Jeannie till my wife got back and I planned to make the best of them. By about 9 am Jeannie had still not gotten out of bed so I decided to go roust her. I walked into her bedroom and there she was, lying in bed reading a magazine. 

She had on a flannel night gown that made her look even younger than her age of 18. I said "Jeannie, what is your opinion of what happened last night?" 

She said, "I'd really rather not talk about it, I'm extremely embarrassed by it all." 

I said "we are going to talk about it. Communication is important after all the trouble you've been through." 

I knew she was embarrassed, that was why I wanted to talk about this, I loved seeing her squirm. I asked her what made her the most uncomfortable about the situation, and she said she'd been embarrassed to have me see her "like that, down there." I told her that if this was her idea of open communication, she had a lot to learn and to be more specific. 

She bashfully cast her eyes down and said "I was ashamed of you seeing how wet my vagina was." 

I laughed and said "you mean how wet your cunt was, talk like a normal human being." 

She nodded and I told her to go ahead and say it. Her face got beet red and she said "I was ashamed at how wet my cunt was." I asked her what else embarrassed her and I told her to go into details and tell the whole story. I was getting tired of coaxing every bit out of her. "And use common words this time," I said.

She actually did a pretty good job of it, I must admit, for as uncomfortable as this was making her. She told me, "I got embarrassed when you pulled my panties down, and I knew you'd see how long my pussy lips were and the trouble is, the more embarrassed I get, the wetter my pussy gets, and that too is embarrassing like when you walked in on me on the toilet that night, I wasn't really there to go to the bathroom, I was there cause my pussy was all wet from hearing you and my sister having sex. But I wasn't playing with myself, I just went in there to clean up my wet pussy. Then when you came in with your penis hanging out that made it worse and I was afraid if I got up you'd see pussy juice running down my legs, cause that's what happens sometimes if I get real embarrassed."

I said "does it embarrass you to talk about this?"

She said "YES" and kind of laughed.

"So is your cunt starting to get wet?"

"I don't know," she lied.

"Pull the covers down and let's see," I said. "Take off your undies and lift up your nightie."

Her face got bright red again but she did as she was told. I told her to pull her pussylips apart as far as she could, then I got down close and looked right at her cunt, then back at her face.

"You are very wet!" I announced. I knew she would be, and I was going to make it my job to see that she stayed that way. I said I was going to be checking her pussy periodically, cause she got so wet I was afraid there might be something wrong with her. I was of course just looking for a half-assed excuse to keep her exposed, but she just looked resigned and said nothing. 

I figured the more I could humiliate her the more fun it would be for me, so I asked her if she always came so copiously when she orgasmed, the way she had last night. She said no, that that had been a unique experience for her, and that she seldom masturbated, but the few times she had it had been much less intense than that. I told her to get up and take a shower and then come and see me. She breathed a sigh of relief thinking that her torment was over, however it was only beginning. 

After her shower she came into her room and found me sitting on her bed. She said "I have to get dressed " and I said, "here's what I want you to wear." It was a plain white tank top. She said "what shall I wear with it?" I told her my plan. 

"You won't be wearing anything else. The tank top will go just below your cunt, but it'll make it easy for me to check your moistness when I want. Furthermore, I have these old clip on earrings that were passed down from my grandmother. I want you to clip one onto each lip to help them to hang down and away from your pussy so that perhaps the wetness won't accumulate so fast. She looked aghast but by now she didn't want to deny me lest I give her ass another whuppin'. Too bad, I would have liked it. So she did as she'd been instructed and I had her walk around the room a little. Sure enough, the tank top barely hid the earrings dangling on her pussy lips. 

"Well, lets go downstairs and seize the day!" I said happily. She gingerly did so. 

"Oh Jeannie, honey, I forgot to get the paper would you go out and get it for me?" I asked with a grin.

"Like this?" she asked incredulously.

"Yes, but be careful nobody sees you. Watch your posture."

She didn't have much choice but to comply, though she was lucky, no one was outside. Well that was no good, so I locked the door. She knocked on the door, pleading to be let in before someone came, of course being careful not to do anything that would expose her privates. Well I just looked at her through the window and laughed for a minute or so, but then I let her in. She was practically crying and she said she was so afraid someone would see her like the mailman or something. 

I looked down at her legs and I saw the incredible. There were two trails of pussy juice, one down each leg, going halfway to her knees. I guess the embarrassment had really gotten to her.

I said to her that maybe she needed more weight to keep her pussy lips out of the way, and I got a couple little jingle bells and attached them to the earrings. Now when she stood up you could actually see and hear the little bells. Her face again got red. I asked her if she thought she'd like to go outside now. "Nooooo, please, I'd die." I pretended to consider the idea for awhile, enjoying the reaction I was getting from her. 

I was trying to think of some other way to torment her when she announced she had to go to the bathroom. I said go ahead and as soon as she got in there I dropped my robe and walked in there as well. She asked me what I was doing there as she hadn't had time to go to the bathroom yet. 

I said, "when I have to get in the bathroom I can't wait for your schedule. Of course, all the events of the morning thus far had me pretty worked up, and since I was naked, my dick was pointing straight out. I pretended to busy myself in the medicine chest and was just doing a whole lot of nothing, but I kept putting my cock right in front of her face as much as possible. I also kept talking to her with my cock right in front of her, knowing how embarrassed she was by it and loving it. 

Meanwhile, she refused to pee with me in there and that was adding to her discomfort. I asked her if she'd gone pee yet, and she got red and reiterated her inability to do so with me there. I said "I'm not leaving just cause you're so modest," and I stood right in front of her. She really had no choice, and so she kind of strained and I heard a stream in the toilet. I looked at her, not as much from interest as to make sure to humiliate her as much as I could. Suddenly I heard a "plop." Her straining had caused her to expel a little turd. I couldn't help myself, I started laughing uproariously. She wiped herself and began to rise to leave when I noticed a tear slide down her cheek. 

"Jeannie, sit down," I said, "I didn't mean to laugh like that. It surprised me, that's all." She looked at me and said "I think you like embarrassing me."

I whapped her on the side of the face just then with my dick, laughed and said "like this?"

She literally just turned the other cheek. I slapped her again with my dick and started rubbing it all over her face. Little streaks of precum appeared here and there. "Lets see how embarrassed you are now, show me that pussy." She leaned back and spread her legs as ordered and it was sopping wet. She may not have liked the humiliation consciously, but subconsciously she loved it. I told her to get up and go into her bedroom. 

I walked behind her, poking her with my dick every chance I got. I said "sit on the bed, I'll be right back" and I soon returned with my video camera. "Oh no, what are you going to do now?" I set up the camera and told her to just sit. With the camera recording I went to her and started really smacking her face with my dick. She just moved her face back and forth and took it, then I said OK, time for you to really get this dick, and I pushed it toward her lips. She kept her lips closed, trying to keep the inevitable from happening. I said go ahead and suck or I'll tell your sister you did already. 

She groaned and then took my dick in her mouth and sucked and she was like a cock worshipper once she got going. I mean she made love to my cock like no one I've ever felt or seen or heard of, and I had it all on tape. I didn't last very long due to all the excitement leading up to this, but I reasoned I'd last a lot longer the next however many times I came today. I played back the tape for us immediately afterwards, and you could see my dick pulsing as I shot pecker snot down her gullet. She sobbed, and I laughed as I said "your sister needn't see this tape, don't worry Jeannie. Now how's that pussy doing for wetness," as if I didn't know. 

"The bedclothes soaked up a lot of it" she said, "but its still pretty wet."

"Well then, maybe you and we'd better go buy you some diapers" I said as her eyes got big as saucers.

* * * * *

Jeannie couldn't believe I'd said we were going to get diapers for her. I told her to get into the truck, with nothing on but the plain white tank top and the clip on earrings hanging from her pussy lips. Although she was extremely nervous about going out in public with her pussy nearly exposed(in fact when she sat in the truck and her shirt rode up her pussy WAS exposed) nobody could see in due to the tinted glass. As we were riding to the store I did occasionally roll my window down just to fuck with her head and it really had her flustered. When we got to the store I got out and laughingly said, "don't go anywhere now," as if she would dressed like that. I got back with some depends, and once again she was very wet around the pussy region. 

"Look what you're doing to my truck seat" I exclaimed. Looks like I didn't get here a moment too soon with these diapers. Here, put one on."

Her face got red and she gave me an exasperated look, then lifted her ass up and slid the diaper underneath herself. She closed it and settled back down and said "there, are you happy?" I told her I was and said I needed to go back into the store to pick up a few things. 

"Can't we go home," she asked, "I have to pee from all the coffee I drank this morning before we left."

"There's a restroom in the store, if you have to go that bad go in there"

"I can't go in there like this," she screamed.

"Suit yourself, I'll be back when I get back"

Well, it took a little longer than I expected, but I finished my shopping and got back to Jeannie. The day had warmed up so she'd cracked the windows as much as she dared to ease the heat, but sitting there with a diaper on made her averse to rolling them down all the way. 

I apologized for being gone so long and gave her a bottle of snapple I had bought for her to relieve her overheating. She drank most of it down, then said "now hurry up and get home, I really have to go to the bathroom" 

"Then you shouldn't have drank all that iced tea, I still have a couple errands to run"

"Oh please, I really really have to go. "

"What are you worried about, you're wearing a diaper, you can go whenever you want to," I laughed.

She looked like she was really in pain. I proceeded to run the errands I needed to run, taking my time, and just when I returned from what I'd decided would be my last errand I saw Jeannie through the slightly opened window, it looked like she was trying to pee just a little, but enough to relieve the painful pressure on her bladder. I threw open the driver's side door and said, "finally gave in huh?" and my surprising her must have made her lose focus cause she seemed to relax and completely empty her bladder. I stood there looking at her and said "I hope that doesn't leak" and got in the truck to go home. 

All the way home she tried to explain how she couldn't help it and so on and I teased her about it. Here was an 18 year old girl/woman pissing her diaper!!

We got home and went into the house and of course she made a beeline for the bathroom. I was right behind her. I told her she'd need to take a bath after her little indiscretion, and I'd be making sure it was thorough by giving her my help. I told her to get out of that diaper and tank top and I also had her unclip the earrings from her cunt lips. Then she got into the tub I'd had her fill. I told her that to ensure I didn't get my clothes wet from helping her with her bath I'd take my clothes off, which I did. 

I began to rub soap on her, avoiding her tits and pussy at first. We have a large Jacuzzi so I sat on the edge of it, with my cock at her eye level, and looked at her tits. I really hadn't looked at them closely up till now, and they were quite nice. They were average sized with large puffy pink nipples and the hot water seemed to have made them sensitive. I told her to go ahead and soap them up and to keep washing them for me, which she did bashfully. 

I asked her what was the problem, was rubbing her tits making her horny, cause she seemed to be staring at my dick. She denied that and I told her since she was having so much trouble, I'd wash her pussy for her. She said she could do it but I said hey, always glad to help and I reached into the water and went to work on her young cunt. This was the first time I'd touched her there and needless to say it was ecstasy for me. 

I played around with those amazing lips and really got into it. She was squirming around and gasping and moaning and I suddenly stopped and pronounced her clean. I told her to get out of the tub and dry off. While she was doing so I said "look, my dick is bone hard, thanks to having to wash your pussy for you. I really need to fuck."

She said, "I bet you can't wait for my sister to get home"

I said, "No I can't. You've got a pussy, lets go."

She said some silly shit about being a virgin and saving herself for marriage. Oh yeah. That really dissuaded me. I told her I had an idea. Let's put those long pussy lips of yours to use. I had her clip the two lips together with the clip on earrings, and she was so wet from my ministrations and her pussy lips were so long that I figured I could actually slide my dick through there. She grudgingly decided to allow that, and we went to her bed and she lay back on it. I slid my dick between those lips, and it was rubbing her pussy and her clit and she really started pouring out the juice. I had my hands on her hips and I transferred the direction of my dick and forced the earrings to come unclipped. With my next thrust I poked my dick directly into her soaking pussy.

"WAAAAAIIITTT!" she wailed as I bumped up against her hymen. I guess she'd been telling the truth about saving it for marriage. She tried frantically to scoot backwards up the bed to disengage herself from my cock, But my hold on her hips prevented her from escaping. I pulled back an inch or so, and then gave a powerful thrust into her wet cavern.

"NOOOOO, MY VIRGINITY," she cried but that was now history. Hard had met wet and hard had won. I began fucking her with all I had, this was one tight hot pussy, and I wasn't going to stop till I was finished. 

Suddenly I heard a familiar sound. Jeannie had started her grunting/barking that meant this was really getting to her. "Wuh wuh wuh" she was going and she started bucking and wailing and then She started coming violently, her cunt constricting in intense waves on my cock. I pushed as hard as I could as the convulsions tried to force my dick out of her and then I started shooting my come into that wonderful pussy.

This had, no question about it, been the best piece of ass I had ever had. She lay back, utterly exhausted for about a minute, as did I, then she jumped up and said "OH NO, what if I get PREGNANT!"

I told her we'd douche her out with a spermacide as but first she'd have to clean my cock off, I wasn't walking around like this, so she'd better hurry. 

Although she didn't know it, I'd had a vasectomy, so she was in no danger. I'm not stupid, I know there are way too many dickheads having kids when they shouldn't but Jeannie thought she'd better hurry so she began cleaning her juices and my come off my dick and balls with great enthusiasm. 

Well her lips and tongue soon had me hard again. I told her she wasn't finished till she'd made me come again. Well her fear of getting pregnant motivated her and she sucked my cock like her life depended on it. I finally came and I allowed her to douche with what I told her was spermacide but was really just a mild mixture of vinegar and water.



Jeannie the Parson's Wife



I enjoy being around women and most women are comfortable with me. I find it easier to meet and converse with a lady than I do with another man. It is not all about sex either. In fact, it is seldom that erotic thoughts are an issue as I get know a lady, although I do enjoy those feelings when they do occur. It was not always like that. I had pursued women relentlessly as an 18 year old with one thought only in mind. I now find that a woman must send some visceral vibe or signal in my direction in order for me to think about intimacy. And even then it is likely to be just a spark that more often than not does not become a flame.

I have known ladies with whom the spark once ignited lingered over some period of time, but the heat of it was constrained to a low burn resulting only in an occasional kiss or touch. That's nice too. Sort of keeps your hand in the game and braces the feeling of being a desirable male. But through all of that, along with the suggestive manner in which my wife and I discussed taking other partners during our pillow talks, I had not bedded another woman since we married. And then there was Jeannie the parson's wife.

I have worked in construction most of my life, generally on major projects that often lasted four to five years. On one occasion the project was located on the outskirts of an old established town with a population of about 4,000. 

Most of the construction employees lived in bunkhouses on the project site during the workweek and travelled home for weekends. Some of us in technical and supervisory positions purchased or rented homes in the community for the longer term. 

In this particular case, the social leaders in the town were composed of families who had lived there for generations. While not unfriendly towards us, they did little to encourage us to join in the social fabric of the community. As a result we filled our leisure time by forming our own groups for social events and gatherings.

Our particular group was mostly middle age and middle income. The younger construction workers found it easier to meld into the community or travel weekends to bigger cities. 

Our group accommodated other "newbies" who were also left out of the town social life. A new parson had moved in about the same time as we had arrived. While we were not a particularly religious group, he and his wife Jeannie came to be included in any social function that we organized. This was mostly because of Jeannie who was a warm outgoing woman, pert and cute and friendly as all get out. She was the polar opposite of her husband who was pretty much a doorknob socially. But we tolerated his distant forbidding presence at our events because of Jeannie and the vague hope that maybe he would loosen up eventually.

Now as cute and friendly and vivacious as Jeannie was, I initially did not have the least interest in her from an erotic standpoint. I admit to occasionally checking out her very feminine figure, but that is sort of an automatic reflex in most males. And I never sensed any signs of erotic interest emanating from Jeannie towards me for the longest time. She was just pleasant and funny and certainly more outgoing and adventurous than one would normally expect from the spouse of a parson.

Eventually, a smaller group formed within the larger group of we aliens to the community. It was comprised of those of us who enjoyed partying more than others, drank a little more, stayed up later and participated in mild flirtations, porn video's and adult games. This smaller group was not formed by exclusion of anyone, but more by some of the larger group withdrawing from us. We gathered for parties at someone's home or cottage on a weekly basis.

Strangely, Jeannie and the Reverend continued to attend these parties and events. Once again, this was most likely because of Jeannie. She seldom missed a meeting of the ladies during the week, whether for tea or bridge or just a gabfest. As a result she was invited and usually accepted to attend the more daring events held on weekends.

The reverend did not really participate at the parties, usually standing to one side, clutching a soft drink or cup of coffee and looking morose and uncomfortable. It was obvious that Jeannie enjoyed some measure of control over her hubby, although she treated him with respect and apparent affection. The two of them managed to remain clear of our more adventurous games, watching but not participating. Jeannie did have the occasional cocktail or glass of wine.

At some point, things between Jeannie and me warmed up. I looked forward to seeing her. She was always charming and warm and dressed in clothes that complemented her attractive body. I began to sense some interest towards me from Jeannie, which is undoubtedly the catalyst that I require in order to become even a little aggressive towards a woman. We were dancing one late evening and she had moved her body close enough that her breast brushed my chest as we danced. She said, "You don't like me much, do you?"

Damn, that jolted me, I had never even considered not liking her, my view being that she had displayed little interest in me. I replied, "I'm sorry Jeannie, not sure what you mean? I do like you. There isn't anything about you not to like."

She relaxed a bit, came a little closer to me, her breast now firmly rubbing my chest, her face a little closer to my neck. "Oh good," she murmured, "it's just that you don't look at me like you do at the other ladies. I want to be thought of as a woman first by men that I like, and I haven't sensed that from you."

The music had stopped, most of the others left the floor, but I held onto her, my arm around her waist. She nodded when I mouthed the words, "another dance?" I am sure that my hand was burning as I clutched her against me. She eased in more closely. My hand slipped down to her hip. Oh God, the parson's wife, and here was I suddenly thinking about getting in her panties. I looked around for the reverend but did not see him. He sometimes just disappeared from the parties. The other couples were deeply involved with whatever partner they were with at the time. My wife was in a corner with another guy, sipping wine and peering provocatively up at him over the rim of the wine glass. I was cleared for takeoff.

Jeannie came right in tight on me when the music started, both breasts pressed against me. I could feel her warm breath on my neck as she interlaced her fingers between mine; our palms pressed together, a sign that I always take as an expression of desire. Her body felt relaxed and open to me. My cock stiffened. It was one of those special evenings where the atmosphere in the room was rife with romance and eroticism, and Jeannie and I allowed ourselves to be consumed by it. Whatever, it was very pleasant.  

I turned her away from the rest and lowered one hand down her back to her ass. She pressed her hips to mine, seeking to feel my hard cock. I allowed my fingers to roam her butt, fingertips finding and caressing that crease where the back of her legs joined the cheek. Love that area on a woman, and apparently Jeannie liked it as well. I found her panty band and realized that she was not wearing a slip or other undergarment. She moaned, kissed my neck and began to grind against me.

We came up for air, she pulled back a little and our eyes met. I whispered, "Damn Jeannie." 

She was quite serious, her tongue tip flicked out and then she bit down on her lower lip, as if considering her next move. She pushed her hips forward, moving them so that her mound was rubbing my cock now trapped up under the waistband of my shorts. Her eyes were slits as a little smile found her lips and she said, "Maybe you do like me."

She moved back against me and I murmured, "This is sudden Jeannie, I don't quite know what to think. Or do." I pushed my fingertips in between her cheeks while clasping her ass with my hot hand. She did not waver. We ground away some more, "But I quite like it."

"Hm, so do I," she breathed.

The music was ending and I did not think that we should continue our standing dry fuck on the floor, so I said, "More later maybe?"

"Oh yes, more later," she said. I held her hand and guided her off the floor, not wanting to lose touch or contact, thinking only of getting naked with her. My cock bumped her ass; she paused momentarily, pushing back as if savoring the feel of it before continuing.

As intense as it had been for me, the others did not appear to have noticed. My wife was still chatting with the same guy; her hips arched forward but not quite rubbing his. She was obviously having fantasies of her own. I rushed upstairs and behind the bar to get a drink and to hide my erection.

I had not been ready for this sort of contact with Jeannie, never thinking for the moment that she was interested in me. Her intent seemed obvious; she wanted to get it on with me. There really was no other possibility. 

It struck me that I had become the dog that caught the car. She excited me and I very much wanted to screw her but how and when? It was a small town and despite being the newcomers here, the townspeople knew who we all were, and they especially knew the Parson's wife. My wife and my own group of buddies pretty well knew all of my daily regime and schedule. Where the hell could we meet? 

Just about the time that I had shrugged my shoulders and decided to let things just happen, Jeannie was back beside me. She had a cocktail in her hand. She was very relaxed and smiling as she set her drink down and grabbed my hand. "Is it later yet? Let's dance again."

I said, "Let's go dance on the back verandah, we can still hear the music." This appeared to set her back a bit, probably thinking that if we had practically screwed on the dance floor, what would happen alone on the back verandah? I said, "Let me slide out first, you wait a few minutes and join me. That's if you want to." I had given her an out, she appeared to recover herself and said, "Be there in five."

I had a plan. The verandah circled three sides of the house and there was a sliding door to a bedroom just around the corner from the living room exit. If things went well and it developed that a joining was to be consummated, a bed would come in handy. I ensured that the sliding glass door was open from the bedroom to the deck. First of course, Jeannie had to decide to allow things to progress a little further. 

She did. It was a dark moonless night. I was standing with my back to the verandah railing as she found me in the pale light and flowed against my body. Her lips were parted wide and as hungry as mine as we kissed. She circled my lips with her tongue tip and pressed her entire body against mine. I pushed my knee between her legs and she responded by grinding her crotch up and down my thigh. This parson's wife was ready for anything and obviously had been down this road before.

I was concerned however. I am a cautious guy. Much as I had fantasized about fucking her just minutes previously, the possibility of being discovered would have wild ramifications for many people including of course my wife. I loved this delicious foreplay with Jeannie and would mount her in a minute in a secure situation, but I decided to limit my actions this night short of putting my cock in her. 

Limiting my actions was going to be difficult however, as she had unzipped me and was rubbing my cock through my shorts with the back of her hand. She sensed my unease, but continued her work slipping her hands inside my shorts, "Not to worry Jim, everyone is drunk downstairs, an earthquake wouldn't get their attention." Her tiny fingers curled around my shaft and she plunged her tongue into my mouth as she began to slowly pump me. She paused, reading my eyes as she circled my knob with a soft finger.

I was in another world by now, and that tipping point where sex is inevitable was very close at hand. I slipped both hands up under her skirt, caressing my way up the back of her legs to her ass. I found the band of her panties and began to work them down her legs. Jeannie was practically licking my mouth, nuzzling and kissing and jerking me off as we wrestled away in the dark. She stepped out of her panties and I shoved them in my pocket. I immediately found her pussy as I straightened. I love that first finger touch of a willing woman's pussy, teasing the wet slit, squeezing her pussy lips together before sliding a finger into her.

But a sense of caution slowed my desire and I glanced around a little frantically just as Jeannie dropped to her knees and quickly took the knob of my cock in her mouth. She was sealing the deal and eliminating my reluctance. Oh damn it felt good. She seemed to know every delicious action required to arouse a cock with her lips, tongue and fingers. My knees weakened as she took my cock deep in her mouth.

Just at that moment somebody switched on a light in the bedroom that I had intended to use. Luckily the drapes were pulled and they would not notice us outside. The shadows on the drapes outlined a couple in a full body embrace and not likely thinking about anything else. The guy was bent over the lady, her face turned up and arms around his neck. He was fondling her ass as they kissed. Apparently love was in the air this night.

We were now illuminated by the filtered light from the bedroom, and anyone coming out on the verandah would have spotted Jeannie kneeling in front of me, her head bobbing back and forth as she hungrily devoured my cock.

I pulled her to her feet; her eyes were wild and questioning as I moved us out of the stream of light from the bedroom. There was a stairway down to the yard and I guided her to it. She giggled as we fumbled our way down. Fireplace wood was piled alongside of a small storage shed under the verandah deck. Not particularly romantic but it did provide some cover and Jeannie and I had a mission to complete.

The storage locker and wood were on a concrete slab. A kitchen chair lay on its side. I set it on its legs and stood beside it. Jeannie read my mind and pulled my pants and shorts down and and pushed me to the chair. She lifted her skirt to expose her naked legs and the black patch of her pussy as she waddled towards me with her legs each side of mine. 

I moved my hands up under her sweater and unhooked her bra as she settled down on me, turning and twisting her hips to locate the end of my cock. I nuzzled my way under the loose bra and in between her tits, kissing and licking my way to her elongated nipples. She captured my knob between her pussy lips and began to work her way down my cock. The only sound was the sound of our heavy breathing and groans.

Once my entire cock was buried in her, she relaxed and guided my head between her nipples, reveling in the actions of my lips and tongue. She moaned, "Bite them Jim, bite them." I don't bite but did scrape the nipples with my teeth and tease as if I would. With each little nip her pussy convulsed around my cock, tightening and relaxing and all very exciting. She began to move up and down, "You're big, you're so big, beautiful cock," she moaned. Her words almost got me off. 

I used my hands to grasp and pull her cheeks apart as she came down on me, her hot wet pussy lips burning the base of my cock with each downward thrust. She corkscrewed up and down slowly, twisting the hot velvet folds of her pussy around my throbbing cock. I whispered, "Lift up Jeannie, give me some room, want to fuck your pussy." 

She cried a bit, as if reluctant to give up her own movements, but lifted her pussy up several inches, giving me the space to drive my cock upwards as fast and hard as I could. My belly and thighs slapped her ass and belly as we fucked.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and took over once more. I had to concentrate on keeping us both on the chair as Jeannie charged to the finish. Her body was wracked with shakes and shivers as her pussy convulsed around my cock, twisting and squeezing as if hand wringing out wet clothes. I let her settle back down on me.

"Did you come Jim," she breathed.

In response I stood as I lifted her to her feet, moved her back up against the shed, she raising her leg up around my hip and taking my cock in her pussy, all in one smooth move.

I wasted no time; my cock was aching to get off as I bent my knees to gain a better position to fuck. I hooked my arm under her raised leg and began with a few easy ones to allow us both to adjust and then a steady 'whack, whack, whack' Jeannie grunting each time. She got back into synch real quick, thrusting at me as I held her pressed against the shed.

"Come for me Jim, fill me, now, now, now," she cried with her mouth jammed to my ear as I belted out several loads of cum. We were all messed up with her skirt, sweater and bra tangled around our bodies, and me trying not to tear my pants caught in my feet and legs. We clenched together as my convulsions slowly ended. She squeezed my buried cock, milking it and licking it with her pussy. 

We stood like that a while. The sounds of the night returned to our hearing, soft ballads coming from the party room inside the house. She looked up at me, smiled wanly. "That was a perfect fuck," she said in words one did not expect to hear from the lips of a Parson's wife.

She tucked her boobs back in her bra, pulled down her sweater. I untwisted my pants and shorts and pulled them back on. I found a handkerchief and wiped my cock and her pussy, both of us chuckling as she lifted her skirt to help. I pulled her panties from my pocket and she pulled them on in a very business like manner. 

I was now trying to figure a way for us to steal back inside unseen. Jeannie solved that problem by kissing me and saying, "I'll just go right home. I left my purse inside, but will pick it up in the morning." This was followed by a much longer and lingering kiss and full body grind.

"Will we meet again?" I asked, "would love to do all of this in a nice soft bed sometimes."

She shrugged and smiled, "Who knows, it could happen."

I had the distinct impression that I had just been in the right place and at the right time for Jeannie that night. I also believed that I had not been the first one to strike it lucky with her. Over the next few weeks she gave no indication that it had ever happened. She was the outgoing Jeannie again, the Parson's wife. She had surrendered totally to erotic pleasure for those few hours, and I was prepared to take advantage if that mood overtook her once more.



Jeannie's Car



This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual people, places, or events is purely coincidental.

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Distraught, Jeannie Pelfrey stormed into Superior Pre-Owned Auto clutching the repossession notice for her Kia Optima. The nineteen-year-old knew she was behind in her payments, but it was through no fault of her own. She hoped that she could convince them to cut her a break.

Her long, loosely curled brown hair bounced with every step. She wore a purple one-piece dress and heels. She chose it to be suggestive, but not reveal too much. It was tight enough to showcase Jeannie's curvy ass, short enough to show leg, and cut low enough in front to show off the top of her C-cup breasts. Her heels (which Jeannie actually hated wearing) accentuated her calves and pushed her height up to 5'8". She wore no makeup save for very lightly applied liner which made her chocolate brown eyes stand out and give her a slightly more exotic look.

A few men who were milling around in the dealership's lobby stared at her with pure lust in their eyes. Jeannie didn't care. She wasn't there to entertain them.

Without waiting for her greeting, Jeannie addressed the blonde woman at the sales and service desk. Jeannie thought that she was probably in her mid-thirties and very attractive.

"I need to see Martin Burdge," Jeannie said anxiously. "And I need to see him right now."

"Of course, Miss...?" the woman asked.

"Pelfrey. Jeannie Pelfrey," she said.

"One moment please."

The woman pressed a button on the telephone next to her and bent down slightly and spoke into it.

"Mr. Burdge?" she spoke into it as she eyed Jeannie. She smiled slightly.

"Yes?" said a male voice.

"A Miss Jeannie Pelfrey to see you. It looks pretty urgent."

"Uh, thank you. I'll be right out," said the voice.

"He'll be here momentarily, Miss Pelfrey," the receptionist said. "If you'd like to have a seat?"

Jeannie mumbled her thanks. But she could only pace nervously as she waited. She tried to calm herself. About a minute-and-a-half later, a voice from behind startled her.

"Jeannie? Good to see you again," Martin Burdge said as he walked to greet her. "I know why you're here."

He motioned to a room to the left.

"Let's step into my office," he said.

The office was simply appointed. Gray carpeting, a large desk with a computer monitor and the typical office items on top, a few chairs, and plaques for various achievments on the plain white walls. There was another door which Jeannie guessed led to a bathroom.

Jeannie placed her purse on the desk and explained to Martin, who'd sold her her Kia six months ago, that she'd gotten laid off from her old job at a restaurant, but recently found work. However, she wouldn't get her first paycheck for over two weeks. She begged for an extension.

"Jeannie," Martin said with a rueful look on his face. "I don't know how I can help you. I realize you've hit a rough patch and I don't like kicking people when they're down. But business is business."

Jeannie sighed and plopped herself on a chair and buried her face in her hands and nearly broke down. She fretted that her plan to excite Martin Burdge was failing miserably. The thought that he might actually be gay crossed her mind.

Jeannie looked up with the most earnest, pitiful look she could conjure.

"Martin? I'll do anything," she begged. "Honestly, I'm not trying to shirk responsibility. I'm a responsible woman dammit! It's not my fault that my old boss had a gambling problem. The layoffs happened just like that!"

She snapped her fingers.

"None of us had a clue, Martin. None of us! But I've got a new job. You'll get the money, it's just going to take time. Please!"

Martin shook his head and tried to let the beauty down easy.

"Jeannie, I wish..." he started to say. But she held up her hand and took a deep breath.

"Martin, when I said anything, I meant it," Jeannie said quietly. "I'm not super experienced, but if it means keeping the car, I'll... you know?"

"Jeannie!" Martin flared angrily and stood up. He quickly walked to the door and slammed it shut.

"Jeannie? I'm married!"

He looked her up and down and shook his head.

"I should've known something was up. God!" he ranted.

Jeannie felt her face burn with shame.

"I..." she tried to say, but she couldn't continue.

Martin's tone softened.

"It's okay, Jeannie. I realize you're in a bind and..."

He exhaled.

"Ah, I'm not blaming you," Martin reassured her. "You're young and I can understand the pressure you're under. Really. But this is a rash decision."

Jeannie looked at him mournfully.

"Okay. Truth is Christine and I are not getting along. You're a beautiful woman, Jeannie, and no guy in his right mind wouldn't want to be with you. But I can't afford to get involved in an affair! You hear?"

He put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Jeannie nodded.

"Sorry, Martin. I didn't see a ring," she replied. "Listen, I hate to sound desperate, but... Shit! I am desperate! You think I like doing this?"

"Mmm..." Martin said with a shrug.

Jeannie took a deep breath to calm her nerves.

"You think she's cheating on you?" she asked.

Martin's eyes narrowed slightly.

"God you're too damned perceptive, Jeannie," Martin said sharply, but then he chuckled.

The young woman scored points with him.

"You know? You should be working for me," he said.

Jeannie smiled a little.

"Yeah, Jeannie. In fact, I do think she's cheating. But I can't prove it. All I have are suspicions. I was thinking about hiring an investigator."

Martin looked to Jeannie to be on the verge of tears and felt a little guilty about having rubbed salt in an open wound. Jeannie thought Martin was handsome. His eyes were blue, he had a square-ish jaw, and his temples were just beginning to gray. It gave him a somewhat noble appearance, she thought. He was over two decades older than she, but Jeannie found herself a little attracted to him.

"I'm sorry," Jeannie whispered. She looked out the window and hoped the uncomfortable moment would pass. Then she suddenly saw a man in a three-piece suit and the blonde woman talking and glancing and nodding at the office. Clearly the discussion was about her and Martin.

Damn!

She put the repossession notice in her mouth and quickly closed the blinds and locked the door. After a half-second of considering what else to do, Jeannie surreptitiously opened the top of her dress to reveal more of her chest and turned around.

Martin turned away nervously.

Jeannie chuckled to herself.

Guy must not have gotten laid in a while.

"Listen, Martin," she said, putting the repossession notice on the desk and walking back to the older man. She crossed her arms in front of her.

"I hate to kick people when they're down, too, but I need my car!" she said flatly.

Trembling slightly, Jeannie reached out and rubbed the crotch of Martin's gray slacks.

"Shit!" Martin exclaimed in utter shock.

Even flaccid, Jeannie could tell it was fairly big. She smiled.

"Can we maybe work out something? I'll be really appreciative," she said. "I promise you I'm no prickteaser and I don't kiss and tell."

"Okay," Martin said shakily as he nodded. The bulge in his slacks grew. "Okay, Jeannie. I guess. Christine's out of town. She says she's visiting a sick friend."

Jeannie instantly understood and snorted.

"Yeah. My thoughts exactly," Martin said ruefully and sighed. "So? You know that do-it-yourself car wash over on Towne?"

"Yeah?" Jeannie nodded.

"Meet me there about 8:30," Martin said. "We'll have to go to your place. I'll follow you."

"Why my place?" Jeannie asked.

"Neighbors," Martin said simply. "Can't risk them seeing you going into my home. Where do you live?"

"Stonewall," Jeannie said.

Martin nodded. "Good. It's way on the other side of town."

Jeannie reached over for the repossession notice.

"I'll take care of you if you take care of me, Martin," she said. Then another thought came to her.

"Say? How much do I owe on my car anyway?" Jeannie asked.

She realized she was pushing it, but in her mind, she rationalized that this was a case of you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours. Just business.

But both of them needed a good fuck.

I love to fuck, he loves to fuck. No biggie. And if we both get what we want, who's to say it's immoral or whatever?

With a wary look, Martin stood and walked behind the desk to the his computer monitor. The front of his slacks were bulging obscenely as he tapped in the information on the keyboard.

"Okay," he said. "$2,100 and change. Payments are $322 a month. Then you've got the ten percent late payment fee and the repo fee's $250."

Jeannie's heart raced.

Holy shit! All that over one late payment?

"But," Martin said. "I'll waive the late fee and fix things with the repo company. The owner owes me a favor anyway. Just so you know, Jeannie, it's not going to be a quickie."

"What? All night?" she asked incredulously.

"Who knows?" Martin replied. "It takes a lot to get me off. And since I'm taking a hell of a risk, the reward needs to be worth it."

Jeannie sighed and rubbed her eyes with her thumb and forefinger. She was, by nature, sexually submissive, but it bothered her to be talked about like Martin was doing. The only other option was to drain her savings and cash in a couple of bonds she'd inherited from her grandfather. She was going to do that down the road when it made sense to do it. Doing it now would put her back months. Years even. Her 2004 Kia had over 100,000 miles on it. It wasn't worth it.

Jeannie frowned. How hypocritical! You're offended, but look who's acting like a hooker, huh?

"Jeannie, you have to know that Christine's a... Let's just say she's a very sexual woman, and I got very used to it. Quickies just don't do it for me. The sex is the only thing I like about her anymore. And even that's dried up. I mean, she really loves sex! Men and women. She's gotta be getting it somewhere else. Jeannie, I hope you don't think I'm a pervert, but about fifteen years ago, which was, oh, about two years after we got married, she convinced me to take part in a foursome with another couple she met through a swingers publication. I didn't want to, but I was in love. She said it was just sex and she wanted to spice up our sex life. We -- the guy and I that is -- we both did Christine at the same time and..."

"Martin? Why don't you just say you DP'd her? I'm no prude."

"Yeah, I noticed," Martin chuckled sardonically. "Jeannie, I've put up with her doing other women and all of her sexual quirks. Christine's still beautiful. She's 41, but doesn't look it. I don't love her anymore, Jeannie. I just want to get out and go on with my life and let her go on with hers. She'll never go for an annulment. She's told me if we ever get divorced, she wants part of this place. I don't want to toss her out in the street, but I've worked like hell to build it up and she didn't lift finger one!"

Martin was worked up about the fruits of his labor going down the tubes.

"Sorry, Jeannie. It's not your fight," Martin grumbled. "Anyway, what I'd like to do is give her ten, maybe fifteen grand and call it a day. But if I can catch her cheating and document it...?"

He raised an eyebrow.

Jeannie understood. She cleared her throat and tried to speak in a measured tone.

"Look, Martin. I'm not unsympathetic. But I've got my own problems. I need my car. I won't lie. I love sex, too. Maybe I'm not Christine in terms of -- adventurousness. Oh, and for the record, I like women, too. I'm not looking for a boyfriend and I'm no slut. I'm just trying to get ahead. The way I figure, we're helping each other out, Martin. So..."

Jeannie walked closer to him and unzipped his slacks and reached in his underwear and pulled his cock out. Martin moaned appreciatively. She immediately saw that he was circumcised. It was about seven or so inches long and pretty thick.

"Wow!" she muttered with a smile and a little confusion.

"I'm a Jew," Martin explained.

"Oh?" Jeannie said with a twinkle in her hazel eyes. "Never had an uncircumcised man before."

She thought for a second.

"Alright, big boy. I'll give you a preview, but first things first. Stop that repo and then..."

Jeannie unzipped her purple dress and pulled the top half down to her waist. She was wearing a sheer pink bra; her nipples poked through the fabric. Inside, her heart was pounding, but she felt empowered. And horny. She could feel herself getting wet.

"Since I owe just a couple of grand on the car, I'll fuck my monthly payments off," she offered as she masturbated Martin lightly. "One fuck, one payment?"

Even though the temperature in the office was relatively cool, Martin was sweating visibly.

"Aw, why the fuck am I doing this?" he shook his head and muttered. "Okay, Jeannie. I have tell Bruce what's really going on though."

"Bruce?" Jeannie looked at him worriedly.

"My business partner," Martin explained.

"Whoa! Hold on!" Jeannie snapped in an alarmed tone. "Bruce does not learn about me, Martin. And I mean it!"

"But what'll I tell him?" Martin asked. "He's going to notice when the numbers don't add up."

"Eh, just tell him the truth. A pretty girl's car is about to be repossessed and she's giving you a little pussy on the side to get out of trouble. Everyone gets what they want. Simple as that! He's not going to fire you, Martin. How could he?"

"Nothing's that simple," Martin insisted. "But Christine's pissed off so many people here -- Bruce included -- you wouldn't believe it. You're right about one thing though, Jeannie."

"What's that?" Jeannie asked.

"You sure are pretty. God, what you must look like naked!" Martin said with a tremor in his voice. He softly ran the back of his hand over her firm breast and smiled.

Jeannie didn't resist.

"Thank you," she said, then she became matter-of-factly: "I never got any complaints."

Martin chuckled. "How old are you anyway?" he asked.

"Nineteen a couple of months ago," she replied.

"Oh fuck!" Martin sighed as he reached around and squeezed Jeannie's ass. "I feel like a pervert. And God that feels amazing!"

"Martin? I make my own choices," Jeannie said confidently. She showed no outward reaction to being felt up. Inside, however, she was wishing Martin would shut up and fuck her silly.

Martin exhaled and pulled his hand away. "Yes, you certainly do. Alright. I'm pretty certain Bruce will keep his mouth shut. It's not a Rolls we're talking about here. You know, you might end up having to do him, too."

Jeannie's jaw clenched. She about screamed at Martin, but he stopped her.

"I said you might -- might -- have to," Martin repeated. "I thought you said you liked sex?"

"I'm no hooker!" she barked.

"Never said you were, Jeannie, but..." Martin shrugged. "You started this."

And he playfully smacked her ass. Jeannie stiffened and yelped. Her face turned red with fury.

"Goddammit, Martin!" she bellowed.

She exhaled angrily in frustration and rolled her eyes.

"Alright! Shit! If I gotta fuck Bruce, it's a one-time thing, got it? I'm not making a habit of this shit, you hear me?" she glared at the older man.

Martin nodded.

"Yeah! I'm..." he started to say, but Jeannie interrupted.

"And there's one more thing: this never happened. We're just customer and client, right? If we're found out, I'll tell them you never once mentioned being married."

"Right, Jeannie," he said. "Deal?"

He stuck out his hand. Jeannie accepted it.

"Deal. But we're not doing anything else until you get the repo guys off my ass."

Martin stood and, with his raging erection waving about, walked back to the other side of the desk and picked up the phone and punched in the number.

"And it's a beautiful ass," he joked.

Jeannie stewed, but suddenly covered her mouth to muffle a sudden girlish giggle. The sight of a businessman talking business on the phone with a very hard cock sticking through his slacks amused her. Martin shot her a playful dirty look which only made her giggle again.

"Lee? It's Martin. Listen, bud. That repo on the Kia? Forget it. Yeah. We just got the payment. Yeah, that's it. The fee? Listen, you know that favor I owe you? Yup. That's the one. I'm calling it in. We are? Great! Thanks a million, Lee. Talk to you later. Bye."

Martin picked up the repo notice and dramatically tore it in half, tossed it in the trash and smiled.

"Done!" he crowed.

He wiggled his slacks and his underwear off and walked in front of her and sat back on the desk.

Jeannie began to kneel, but Martin stopped her.

"Take those clothes off first, Jeannie. I wanna see if that body's as sexy as I think it is," he said.

"You kidding? I was just gonna blow you," she asked as she pulled her dress off and placed it gently on a chair.

"Better?" she shrugged.

"Nope."

Jeannie rolled her eyes and sighed as she slipped off her heels.

"The things I do..." she muttered angrily.

She unclasped her bra and dropped it then wiggled out of her pink panties and kicked them aside. Totally nude, Jeannie twirled around.

"Okay. You like?" she asked testily.

"God yes," he said and pinched her nipples. "What are those? 34-C?"

"You know your female anatomy," Jeannie giggled. "You know? This is actually kinda fun. Hey, Martin? What if I walk outta here like this?"

She snickered.

Martin rolled his eyes and huffed.

"Oh, just kidding, big boy," Jeannie confessed and kissed him.

He reached down and ran his finger on her shaved pussy, causing her to moan. Martin's cock actually got visibly harder.

"Damn! He likes it, too!" Jeannie cooed. "Okay, I'll take care of him."

Jeannie knelt on the floor and took Martin's cock in her hand and spit on it a few times and licked the head and the shaft.

Martin groaned loudly and wiggled around on the desk.

"Oh yeah," he sighed. "That's it, Jeannie."

As she gently caressed Martin's balls, Jeannie ran her tongue around the tip and licked the underside ridge slowly from the bottom back up to the head. She took a breath and slowly engulfed the entire length.

"Holy shit!" Martin yelled as he nearly jumped off the desk.

With his cock buried in her throat, Jeannie looked up at Martin and shook her head. She got it from pornos. She didn't know what it felt like to a guy, but the guys in the videos seemed to like it. Wrapping her lips around the shaft, she pulled her head up slowly and then quickly pulled it out of her mouth with an audible pop.

"Oh fuck, Jeannie!" Martin whispered. "Goddamn girl!"

She winked at him.

"Learned that little trick from my best friend. I loooove giving head, babe," Jeannie boasted.

And she proceeded to give Martin the hardest, sloppiest, noisiest blowjob he ever gotten. He thought Jeannie was not only better than Christine at giving head, but she could compete with most porn starlets.

"Oh shit! Oh Jeannie. Fucking nasty!" Martin gasped. His eyes rolled back in his head. "Thought you said you didn't have much experience?"

"Shut up," Jeannie replied tersely and went back to sucking his cock.

A few moments later, Martin told her to stop.

He exhaled with a groan.

"Aw, fuck it. Jeannie, I can't wait until later," he groaned.

"Huh? What the..." Jeannie yelped as Martin pulled her up and then picked her up and sat her on the desk.

"Ow!" She squealed and giggled again.

"Smartass kid," Martin chided her. He was impressed with the young woman's maturity given her relative youth, but sex seemed to be a drug and Jeannie's incessant girlish teasing was both annoying and charming.




Jeannie's Car



"So whatcha gonna do, Martin?" she rubbed her clit as she teased the older man.

Martin bent down and said, "God that's beautiful!" and buried his mouth on Jeannie's very wet pussy causing her to grunt and writhe.

"Fuck!" she smiled. She raised her hips and ground her pussy into Martin's face.

"Oh God yes, Martin! Eat that cooch!" she panted. Her breasts heaved with every breath and grunt. In about ten seconds, she writhed and groaned in a high pitch, "Oh fuck I'm cumming!"

Martin stopped suddenly.

"Huh? Goddammit I was close! What the fuck?" Jeannie protested.

"Shut up, Jeannie," Martin said. He held his cock, already dripping with pre-cum, and slid into her pussy hard.

"Oh fuck!" Jeannie yelled.

"Quiet dammit!" Martin whispered and slapped a hand over her mouth.

Jeannie felt every thrust up to her stomach; she emitted a muffled squawk every Martin's fat cock filled her and she came explosively, her body went rigid and her back arched. She growling like a wounded animal, Jeannie spewed girlcum all over Martin and the desk. A few seconds later, she sat up and wrapped herself around him and kissed him.

"Fuck me doggie!" she whimpered in his ear. "My favorite."

Jeannie hopped off the desk and turned around and bent over and spread her legs and rubbed her clit.

"Give it to me!" she commanded.

Martin slammed into her. Jeannie whooped and grabbed the edges of the desk and stuck her ass as far up and out as she could to take as much of Martin as possible.

"Gawwwwd!" she cried.

Jeannie muffled herself by putting her mouth in the crook of her elbow as she began shuddering and let out a roar followed by a long nasal whine.

"Ohmyfuckinggawwwwd!" Jeannie panted. "Oh shit!"

"Damn girl!" Martin said hoarsely.

Jeannie laughed. "Goddamn that was intense!"

Martin continued his vaginal assault, pulling her neck back and kissing it roughly. After who knows how many more minutes, Jeannie came three more times. Martin still hadn't. And her pussy was beginning to get sore.

Fuck! How long can this fucker go? Jeannie scowled.

"OW!" she cried after a particularly hard thrust. "Goddamn! You gonna cum one of these fucking days?"

"Like I said, it takes a lot," Martin huffed.

Jeannie buried her head on the desk in frustratio. Then she realized that she agreed to meet him later that night.

Dammit!

"It's hurting, Martin. Really. Just stop! Please just fucking stop!" she said in frustration. "Goddamn!"

She stood up and her lower back protested.

Martin pulled out, giving Jeannie some blessed relief. She was about to apologize when Martin pushed her back down and forced her legs apart.

"What the...?" she yelped.

Martin bent down and spat on her asshole and began massaging it in her with his thumb. Jeannie stiffened.

"Oh shit!" she gasped with a horrified look.

"Sorry, babe," he said apologetically. "You're not leaving me hanging."

"Fuck!" Jeannie slammed her hand on the desk. "I've only done it a few times. Be careful! Please go slow!"

She reached behind her and spread her cheeks. She closed her eyes and her jaw quivered.

"Ohmigod!" she whimpered.

Wish I'd brought some lube.

Martin massaged more saliva into her back entrance. Jeannie felt it oozing out of her. She tried to breathe normally and forced herself to relax. He put the head on her asshole and pushed. Jeannie yelped loudly. A tear trickled from her eye.

"Oh fuck!" she cried. "Owww, Martin."

"Oh fuck that's tight!" he grunted.

As he pushed deeper into her, Jeannie's face became a mix of pleasure and surprisingly little pain.

"Uhh!" she moaned with a smile. "Gawd!"

It came out as a squeal.

"Going as gently as I can, Jeannie," Martin insisted.

"Uh-huh. Oh fuck that's fucking big!" she said in a plaintive whine. "Goddamn!"

Finally it was all in. "Fuck!" Jeannie eeked with a smile.

"Holy shit!" she panted and wiped the tears away. "Wow!"

Martin's cock was, by far, the biggest one she'd ever taken anally. She'd had bigger guys in her pussy before. The biggest one was a guy from the restaurant who bragged that he was nearly nine inches. Jeannie called his bluff. While it was impressive, she doubted his cock was actually nine-inches, but it was damned close to it. Jeannie had been wanting to develop herself sexually; to be more daring. But the guy had no fucking skills and wouldn't listen to her and kept banging into her cervix. He came quickly. Another guy introduced her to anal a short time later. He was average sized and was very gentle. Jeannie wasn't certain she could take large cocks in her ass, but Martin, to her delight, was proving her wrong.

"Fuck that ass!" Jeannie growled with a grin as she furiously rubbed her clit.

Martin started slow then began pounding the brunette's asshole harder. The pain was disappearing. It was replaced by pleasure and a sexual satisfaction Jeannie had never felt before. She made a raspy, wheezing sound with each of his powerful thrusts. About a minute later, she came again. And the orgasm was as intense as the vaginal ones she'd had.

A few minutes later, Martin cried, "Gawd I'm gonna cum, Jeannie! Oh fuck!"

"Fuckin' finally!" she blurted irritably.

"Where you want it?" Martin growled.

"Fuck! No cumming in me!" Jeannie yelled.

She frowned realizing she needed to swallow the evidence of their affair.

"Clean it off first, Martin," she commanded.

"Fuck!" Martin said as he pulled out.

He ran into the bathroom and emerged wiping his cock off with what looked like a baby wipe.

"Thank God I bought the no-alcohol ones," he said. "Okay, Jeannie..."

He roughly forced Jeannie to her knees. She took him in her mouth and sucked cock like she'd never sucked cock before. Tears streamed down her face. Martin threw his head back and grabbed the back of hers.

"Oh fuck yes, Jeannie! Oh fuck you're amazing! Goddamn!" he croaked. "Oh Gawd I'm... YEAAAGH!"

Jeannie wrapped her lips around the tip and Martin was unsteady on his feet. With a loud shuddering moan exploded in the brunette's mouth. Jeannie greedily swallowed spurt after spurt after spurt. The noise echoed off the walls. She'd never seen a man cum so much.

Finally expended, Martin shakily backed up and sat down on one of the guest chairs. He leaned his head back and breathed hard.

"Oh, Jeannie," was all he could say. "That was the greatest fuck I ever had."

Jeannie, despite a sore pussy and an asshole which felt a sloppy mile wide, was ecstatic. She secretly hoped that Martin got divorced quickly.

She was worn out, too.

Jeannie caught her breath. "Ohmigod, Martin! That was fucking crazy!"

She exhaled hard and winced as her pussy twinged.

She crawled over and cleaned Martin off with her tongue and licked her lips.

They cooled off and quickly cleaned themselves as best they could before dressing.

Martin peeked out the blinds.

"Ready?" he asked.

She tried to straighten her hair and smoothed her dress.

"Ready as I'll ever be," she replied. She felt a little twinge in her pussy and winced. "Uh, Martin? I don't know if I can make tonight. Maybe give me a couple of days? Not used to getting abused like that."

Martin looked hurt and Jeannie regretted her choice of words. She kissed him on the cheek.

"Aw, you didn't abuse me," she said. "Just never been fucked like that."

She smiled and chuckled again.

"I'll go easier next time," he promised.

He walked to his desk and pulled open a drawer and pulled out a Post-It. Taking a pen from a holder, he wrote something on it.

"My private line," he said. "No one else has it and no one else gets it."

Jeannie nodded.

"Oh? Martin? You know how I said I wasn't looking for a boyfriend?" she asked.

"Yeah...?"

"I'm not. But if it happens, I won't complain."

Jeannie kissed him on the cheek again and smiled.

Martin unlocked the door and opened it for Jeannie. She tried to ignore the discomfort and walk normally.

When they were in the lobby, Jeannie spoke. "I really appreciate the extension, Mr. Burdge. I'll get the money to you when I get it."

"Things happen. Glad to help," Martin replied. "Have a nice day now, Miss Pelfrey."

When she was in the car, she glanced into the lobby. Martin was now standing next to the blonde receptionist and both were looking at her and smiling. The blonde waved.

Jeannie was confused, but too sore to analyze why the woman and not Martin Burdge was waving.

She backed out of the parking stall and began to drive off. She braked hard, squealing the tires, and looked back and saw Martin kissing the receptionist.

"What the fuck?" she said to herself.

Then Martin looked right at her and flashed a toothy grin and waved.