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Seducing Jen

By: horny_giraffe



Although my sister Jen is, in reality, a sweet girl; I haven't always felt kindly towards her. To most people, she appears to be the innocent young woman. To me, however, she was forever the brat who had adopted the strategy of screaming at the top of her lungs to get her way. Eventually, I grew older. My hormones soon overwhelmed my constant annoyance with her. Jen had become a sexy girl: nice firm breasts, long coltish legs, and of course that same pretty face that had much earlier perfected her unique brand of tortured wail. I don’t know about her—but after I learned how to get what I wanted, I liked her a lot more. At least I pretended to.

My strategy was never the intentional application of some inner revelation, but more like an unintentionally systematic testing of boundaries. She liked some things. Other things she didn’t like. For one, I found that she would tolerate a great deal of physical touching as long as I was gentle and affectionate in spirit. At first, we would just "cuddle," while watching television. She would curl up on the floor in front of the television, and I would lay down near her, curling myself up, in a friendly, "big-brotherly' sort of way. The fact that she rather enjoyed the cuddling was incidental to the massive hard-on that tented my pants. The fog of lust pushed any doubts about the correctness of my intentions aside. I took what I could get. 

One night, our parents were away for the evening. By tradition, I was "in charge,” although this was clearly irrelevant at our ages. Still, in the back of my mind I knew this was a chance to get in a good grope without the parents’ potential interference. After she came back from swimming practice, Jen had a favorite show that she liked to watch. So right before it came on, I sprawled out on the floor, laying my hand at my side. Jen settled down into her usual position on her stomach and elbows, supporting her chin with her hands. I’m sure she knew what was going on, but there was an unspoken agreement—a certain feigned ignorance that was necessary to the process. I pretended to watch the show she was watching, with a great display of interest. After a little bit, I rested my hand along the back of her thigh. 

"Nice armrest … " I murmured, as if to clarify my ostensive purpose. I could feel the back of her warm thigh beneath the palm of my hand. She was wearing shorts, so my hand was directly on her bare thigh. I watched her reaction. She didn't say anything. I let gravity pull my arm down, so that my arm slid down between her legs on the floor, and my palm and arm was on her inner thigh.

"Hey." She said sharply. "Umm … If you're gonna do that—perhaps you could massage my legs?” 

I took my opportunity, and got right behind her, straddling her legs. I was wearing long pants, so I could not feel the bare skin of her thighs against my own inner thighs. But I could feel the firm flesh through my pants. I massaged each of her thighs thoroughly, gradually working my way up to her crotch. Casually, as if it were nothing, I asked:

"Would you like me to massage your butt?"

"Um, sure." She replied. With deep, long, strokes, I pulled at the muscles in her ass. It was firm, and it felt so good. I wanted to feel her bare skin, though. Watching her carefully for a reaction, I slipped my hands up the back of her shorts and under the elastic of her panties. I firmly grasped the globes of her ass, my thumbs gradually slipping down along the crack of her ass...

A commercial came on the television. "Umm" she said, "I've gotta go pee."

My heart was racing and the pressure at the base of my abdomen was overwhelming. I got up. "It's kind of warm," I dropped casually. "I think I'm going to change." I tactfully hid my erection with my forearm.

I practically ran to my room. I shucked my socks and shoes and underwear, and pulled out my nylon running shorts. Pulling them on, I walked nonchalantly back into the living room. I noticed that Jen had taken off her shoes. She was now barefoot like me. She settled down into the same position as before, propping her chin with her palms. 

I didn't say anything. I just straddled her thighs, and continued massaging her upper thighs, occasionally venturing up beneath her shorts. I could feel the smooth skin of her thighs, now, against the bare skin of my own inner thighs. 

Nothing going on here. Just a massage. That’s right. Jen looked back at me, pointedly. "Oh." she said. "Get my back, too?"

"Sure." I replied. "What's a brother for?" I forced a weak laugh. I slid forward, a bit, so I was just about sitting on her butt. I reached out my hands and slowly slid them under the back of her t-shirt. Up the small of her back, I swept my hands along the muscle lines with long, slow strokes. I could feel the strap of her brassiere against her bare back. My breath quickened, and I could almost taste her skin under my fingers.

"Mmmm … that's good," she said. I continued massaging her back, with longer, deeper strokes. I leaned far forward, so that I was practically lying on top of her. With my massage, her shorts had ridden up, somewhat. As a result, I now felt my rock-hard cock pressing down along her butt crack, through the thin nylon of my shorts. As I lay on top of her, I could also feel the soft pressure of her warm butt between my thighs. My chest pressed against her back; my lips hovered not more than an inch from the back of her neck. 

I struggled to control my breathing, keeping it slow and steady. I slipped my hands beneath her bra strap, stroking her back. Gradually, I inched my hands along until they were on either side of her chest, almost to her front. Jen shifted her weight beneath me. I swear that she deliberately pushed her ass up against my crotch for a second. Then she turned over slightly, forcing me off of her. It looked like the ride was over. 

I tried to compose myself, slowing my breathing. She got up, and went off to her room. I waited for a minute and pretended to watch television, but the main attraction was gone. 

I was so horny, now, but it was late. I could feel the pressure like a ten-pound weight in my groin as I prepared for bed. I pulled off my shirt and slid my hand into the nylon shorts. Maybe I could sneak over to her room and watch her for a minute. God, I felt perverted. 

I heard a knock on the door that interrupted my prurient thoughts. I opened the door to find my sister standing there in her pale blue flannel nightgown with the lace collar. She looked so little and helpless. "Could I get a favor?" Jen asked. "My back is still sore -- I thought that it might help if you cracked it for me?" 

I knew what she was referring to. If one physically lifted her off the floor from her shoulders, the bones in her back would pop, much as one cracking one's knuckles. It relieved the pressure of fluid in the joints. It was also a prime opportunity to hug her from behind. Was she doing this deliberately?

"I'm don't know …" I said " … but I'll give it a shot." Jen folded her arms under her breasts, and turned her back to me. I came up behind her, into the hall. I put my arms underneath hers, so as to lift under her shoulders. I pulled her sharply back against me, and upward. I didn't hear the popping of her spine.

"That didn't do it," she said. "You need to pull UP, more." She hopped a little, so that her nightgown slid between us. I could feel her ass pressing into my cock. I was still wearing the nylon shorts, which slid nicely over the flannel of her gown. I pulled up, again, pulling back sharply, again. That should have done it. Jen turned around and gestured with her hands. "You need to put your arms underneath mine, like this, and pull UP." she whispered softly. She gazed up into my eyes in an almost worshipful stare. "I can't get good enough leverage." I said quietly. "Your legs are too high off the ground … but-" 

I guided her, by the shoulders, so that she was now facing an interior side of the walk-in linen closet, which was right next to my room. "This should give me enough leverage." I said.

I folded her arms up in front of her, and cradled them with my own. I pushed her against the side of the closet as I pulled up, again. I could feel the fluid starting to pop from the bones in her back--but simultaneously, I realized that I had my little sister Jen basically slammed up against the wall and was pushing my crotch up and into the flesh of her ass. My naked chest was pressed against the back of her flannel gown. I was leaning back, slightly. Basically, I was supporting her--not by the shoulders--but by my crotch: directly under her round, firm, young ass. I lost my concentration, and she slipped down a bit. Her nightgown rode up on her hips. For a full second, I just held her there, pressed against the wall, her full weight pressing her ass against my crotch. 

She didn't say anything. I thrust my crotch--deliberately this time--against her ass. Wedged against the wall, she spread her legs, slightly, and bent her calves back so that they pressed against the sides of my upper thighs. I kept silent. My dick was throbbing and the twitching head was peeking just beyond the band of my shorts. I leaned forward so that I was carrying her weight under her arms again. I swung her around so that she was in front of the hamper, then I lowered her down over the hamper.

I murmured, clumsily. "Let's--umm--try it like this...ought to do it..." Pretty much any pretense I might have had was gone, at this point. 

I thought I heard what sound like a car, outside—maybe not.

" … I don't know … " she said. " … what …" 

"What did you say?" I replied. 

"Uh, nothing..." she said. 

She was grasping my hips behind her, with her knees. She let her head fall down, so that she was lying like a doll over the top of the hamper. Her gown had ridden up to mid-thigh. Still pressed against her ass, I bent down. She grasped the base of the hamper with her fingertips. Her hips supported her weight on top of the hamper. Her lower body, her hips and ass were thrust into the air, but her nightgown kept her legs from spreading any further. 

Leaning on the hamper, I squatted and yanked my shorts down to my ankles. I didn't know how far she'd go with this. I lay over her, pressing my chest against her back, my groin against her butt. I was sure, now, that she wasn't wearing anything under the flannel nightgown. The nightgown was spread like a tent across her thighs, keeping my hips from slipping between. I put my hands at her hips, and slowly slid her gown up, until it was gathered around her waist. If she couldn't tell I was naked before, she could tell, now. The cleft of her bare buttocks now cradled my own exposed penis.

"Hey..." she murmured through her hair which hung over her face.

"What?" I said.

"Oh..." she considered. "Oh."

I put my palms on the backs of her legs, and spread her knees. I slid my hips forward, between her silken thighs, up against her ass. Her legs curled up behind her and she spread her thighs wider around my hips. I reached down and encircled the base of my penis with my fist. Gently, I stroked my penis up and down-- first along her butt crack, then down along her fleshy pussy lips. The insides of her pussy lips were wet, and hot. I leaned forward, and felt her naked ass pressing against my belly, and the tip of my penis just barely separated her pussy lips. I held it there, frozen. Her ass flexed, and I heard her moan, slightly. 

"What?" I said.

She didn't respond.

Without a word, I slowly slid the crown of my penis into her pussy lips. In the back of my mind, I knew this was so wrong--but it felt so good. The skin of my dick was stretched taut, my dick so hard that it hurt. I could go just a little further. I slipped my dick in a just little further. I wasn't actually fucking her, yet. I slid just the head of my penis past her vulva, into her vagina. 

I paused for a second. Gently and slowly, I slid the head of my penis up and down just barely inside her vagina. This was little more than mutual masturbation, really. But I felt a powerful urge and my hips trembled. I could feel her lips squeezing around my dick, wet and hot.

I was shaking. I knew I should stop…in just a second … I just wanted to … I very gently pushed the head of my penis--just a little deeper, not all the way in. But my penis slipped in. I paused for a moment, my pulsing penis sheathed inside of her warm, wet vagina. I held my hips steady. No harm as long as I didn't actually cum inside of her. Now, just lightly stroking-- in, and out. She said nothing, but I could feel the resistance as her pussy gripped my dick like a bench vise. Slipping past the wetness, I pulled out almost all the way, then very slowly pushed back in.

I bent my head and looked down at myself. I could see Jen's baby blue flannel gown, gathered at her waist, and my hips thrusting at her crotch, beneath the small globes of her ass. Who was I kidding? I was fucking her. My little sister Jen. Her smooth inner thighs were gripping my hips almost as tightly as her pussy. I felt her pussy spasm for a second, tightening. "Uhhhh … " Jen moaned.

I thought I heard footsteps, downstairs. I froze for a second, and then continued.

I thrust my dick into her, pushing hard. I could feel my dick opening her up, expanding her vaginal walls. I continued to thrust my dick inward. I could feel the wet, slimy friction against the head and sides of my dick. Jen's pussy. I could feel her getting even wetter and very slippery, now. I starting thrusting quickly, and the suction of her vagina made a loud, rhythmic squelching noise as her pussy lips distended, sucking at the base of my pumping penis. 

"Do it." Jen whispered hesitantly. She was barely audible.

I thrust into her. I could feel her vagina spasming around my penis and she thrust her ass against my crotch with total abandon. 

"Fuck." She grunted.

My groin pushed into the meat of her ass as I thrust my cock into it. Her pussy lips began slapping loudly around the base of my cock like a bear lapping up water. I was bent over her, now, wildly thrusting my hips into her fleshy behind. I felt as exposed as she undoubtedly already felt. Her gown had slipped further forward down her chest, and I slipped my hands underneath it. I reached down until my palms were cupping her soft breasts and nipples. I put my knees on top the hamper, and pulled myself forward so that my thighs straddled her ass. I was thrusting so deep that I felt my balls stretch against her pussy lips.

“God.” I muttered. I shouldn't come inside of her. I needed to slow down.

"Oh god..." Jen said.

I exhaled sharply--a grunt, really--as I pushed deeply into her flesh. I pushed my dick as deeply as it could go. Her sheath spasmed around my penis again. I could feel the warm jets of cum beginning to pump through my dick inside of her warm, fleshy behind. I tried to hold it back. Her thighs flexed rhythmically and her hips bucked as we kept up the insanely fast rhythm. My dick was still deep inside her, moving with her thrusts, feeling her vaginal muscles milking it rhythmically. I’ve got to pull out... 

"godohgodohgod.” Jen’s eyes were squeezed shut in concentration. I could see her face was a bright shade of pink and drops of sweat glistened through the strands of hair that partly obscured her face. Her thighs tightened underneath me, as if attempting to force my dick deeper into her. The head of my penis was already deep inside of her, bashing against her cervix. Her palms tightly grasped my ass, holding my hips tightly against her ass. Her ankles were crossed behind me, her thighs locking my hips into place.

“FUCK YEAH!” Jen screamed.

Her hips bucked, and jerked as her vagina pulsed around my dick. I couldn’t hold back. My vision blurred, and my head was spinning. The cum erupted from my dick and exploded deep inside of Jen like my whole life was emptying into her. My gut tightened involuntarily.

“Shiiiiiiit …” The strangled moan forced itself through my throat as I squeezed my eyes shut tight. 

My dick felt huge inside of Jen. Her vagina squeezed hard around my dick for an eternity before I could feel it finally start to relax the vice grip on my dick. Jen lied still, breathing hard. I hung facedown, lying over her. My dick still felt enormous, although no longer painfully hard. I shifted my weight back over onto my knees, pulling her with me. 

Suddenly, the hamper lid gave, as it collapsed under my weight. I laughed, nervously, as I pulled myself up. I practically pulled her up with me, as my penis was still lodged deep inside of her pussy, still hard. But I pulled from her. After a few seconds, my penis finally softened enough to come out with a soft, squishy, pop. The head of my dick left a trail of sticky semen dribbling down Jen’s thigh, like the last bit of lotion from a squeeze bottle. 

"Mom and Dad! " She abruptly whispered, in alarm.

I looked behind me. The hall light was on. I yanked up my shorts, hastily. I could hear Mom and Dad arguing loudly in the hall.

"I don't KNOW--what did you EXPECT?" 

"WELL...I figured at least Michael was RESPONSIBLE..." 

I quickly padded past them, to my room. Behind me, Jen hastily ran back to her own room.

Seducing Jen? Never Again



"You look tired." I said softly to Jen. The orange dawn light coming through the window softened her features, but I could still see the puffy lines under her eyes. Jen gazed up at my eyes and ran her fingers down the stubble on my chin. She dropped her hand awkwardly and stepped back a little.  

"What if I'm pregnant?" She said. "You fucked the shit out of me. We did a bad thing, Mike--you do understand that?"  I tried to clear my throat and coughed a little. Jen shifted her weight to one heel and put her hand on her hip. She stared at me accusingly. 

"This is all your fault, you know." She added. "You pushed me into it. Fucker." She choked suddenly and covered her mouth with her hand. Her body shook as she lowered her head. "Aww, Jen ..." I had practically raped her. She was fucked. I was fucked. We were so fucked. I leaned back, my hands clasped on my head. I didn't know what to do. She looked so helpless and small. 

Awkwardly, I extended my arm to pat her shoulder. Instantly, she melted into my arms and pressed her shaking face against my chest. At least I was wearing a t-shirt with my shorts--she appeared to be wearing the same blue nightgown from last night. "I don't know what to say..." I murmured to her as I stroked her hair. She pulled away from me, still covering her face. She couldn't even make eye contact. Finally she looked me in the eye. She had this huge grin on her face. 

"I ... I know what you can say ... " She covered her hand with her mouth, again. Her body still shaking. Finally, she burst out: "Say you'll---BWAHAAAAhaaa! Say you'll ... hahahhahhahha ... say you'll do it AGAIN--you FUCKING PERVERT!" 

"I ..." I stumbled. I think my mouth was open. I think it took me a second or two for it to register that she was actually laughing. "I don't know ..."

I looked up at Jen. There was still this big grin on her face. She reached out and slapped me playfully. Her fingers stopped on my cheek. "I was just kidding, silly." She said, looking me in the eyes. "I was just kidding. Really." She added, softly. Her hand was still on my cheek. I met her gaze, and shook my head, pursing my lips. "That's right." I said softly. "We can't ... we shouldn't even ..." I took her hand in my hands and placed it back at her side. "Talk about it?" Jen quietly asked. 

Then she stopped talking and looked past me into the hallway. I looked over my shoulder. I could see Dad stumbling down the hallway, squinting against the dawn and rubbing his eyes. He looked up and noticed me watching him. "You." Dad said accusingly to me. "I want to talk to you. After breakfast."  He looked at Jen and sniffed. "And what are you giggling at?" He said sternly. "There's nothing funny about this."

Jen bit her lip and lowered her head. Her arms hung awkwardly at her sides. We just stood there as Dad continued down the hallway. He glanced back at us over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow knowingly before he disappeared into the bathroom.  

"He seemed to take that rather well." I whispered to Jen. She nodded dumbly.  "Maybe they argued themselves out last night?" She added finally, glancing up at me. Then she lowered her voice "--or maybe this is just the eye of the storm."  I shivered. My hands felt cold. "I'm going to get dressed for breakfast." I said to Jen. "Okay." She padded down the hallway to her own room. She walked very, very slowly.

Before I walked into the kitchen, I took a slow breath and tried to keep my hands from shaking. Then I went in. Jen was already sitting at the table, stirring her oatmeal slowly with a fork. She met my eyes briefly, and dropped her head back down to stare at her food. Dad looked up at me and paused with a spoonful of cereal still in his mouth. I could feel my face warm and flush. 

"Well, if it isn't the man of the hour. Eat." Dad grumbled.

I didn't eat much. I kept my eyes on my cereal, but it still seemed that every time I looked up Dad or Mom was looking at me. Each bite seemed to be slower than the last, but I supposed that I should finish the bowl. I scraped up the last of my oatmeal from the edge of the bowl and waited expectantly. Dad looked up at me for a moment, as if he had forgotten something. 

"Oh yes." He began. 

"You know, son, we never actually discussed this when you started college-I just assumed that this was an unspoken understanding. It's just the way things are done."  Dad met my eyes. 

"Okay." I could feel my face getting very hot, but my hands were still trembling. I set them in my lap.

Dad glanced at my mother. "Your mom and I discussed this last night at dinner and it took us a while to figure it exactly what to do-but what it comes down to is this: we think that it's time for you to live on your own. And last night, I come home to this-" He gestured out the back door.  

"Uh ... " I looked at the back door, then back at Dad.

"The Lexus!" Dad barked. "Are you becoming familiar with the tearing metal sound that happens when you rip out half of the fender? Let me guess, this time it was a grocery cart ... "

"I, uh ... " I cleared my throat. "Dad." 

I glanced at Jen, who was staring resolutely at her cereal. She was the last one to drive the car, back from swimming practice last night. "I'm ... sorry?" I looked at Dad. "It was late ... " I shrugged helplessly. I watched Jen out of the corner of my eye. She glanced back and forth between and Dad and me.

"Dad ... Dad." Jen interrupted. "Dad. It was me ... who smashed the fender."

Dad looked at Jen and back at me. He scratched his head and looked at Mom. She shrugged. "Uhm. Sorry I yelled at you, Mike. But honestly, this only underscores what we were already discussing, Mike ... We think it's time for you to move out. I think it will help you to find some new friends, Mike. You and Jen have been getting a little too close, lately. It seems a little ... regressive ..." Dad started.

I glanced over at Jen. Apparently, Dad didn't actually know exactly how close Jen and I had been. I let out an involuntary sigh.

"Yeah, yeah, Dad--I get what you are saying, Dad." I said.

"I mean ... I'm not trying to be an asshole, Mike. I just think you've got a little growing up to do." Dad continued. It seemed that things were back to normal--as normal as things can be after something like last night.

Later, Jen came up to my room as I was putting the last of my clothes into a suitcase. "

"So you're off to Mrs. Thompson's place. It's not far." Jen looked around the empty room.

I laughed. "It's just across the street. I'll be over for dinner. Want to see my new place? Dad had it all set up. I think him and Mom really want me out of here. Do you think they--do you think they know?"

Jen shrugged. "I don't know, Mike. It's not like it would change anything, right?" Jen slid an arm around my waist and looked up at me. 

I pulled from her away, abruptly. 

"What?" Jen pouted, "I'm not your sister, anymore? Can't I come over and see your new place?"

"Sure ... I guess. Come on over." I was actually looking forward to a little privacy, but she would only be over for a minute. I loaded up as much as I could carry, but there was still one little box left. "Could you grab that last box--if you don't mind?" I asked Jen. She picked up the box and followed me across the street. 

The air was brisk, and the screen door on Mrs. Thompson's back entry was blowing back and forth on its hinges, banging against the house. I realized that my key was still in my pocket, and stopped at the door.  

"What?" Jen waited. "Did you forget your key?"  "Naah ... it's just in my pocket. Hold on a second." I started to set down one of my bags and the bag slipped through my fingers. I lunged at the bag and managed to cradle it in the crook of my arm. 

Suddenly, I felt Jen's small hand on my hip, sliding down my front. 

"Hey!" I said. 

"Just getting your key." Jen responded. 

"Left front pocket." Jen's hand slid down to my crotch. She ran her hand over my growing hard-on. 

"Is that a key in your pocket, or are you--" Jen whispered, coyly. I interrupted her. "Hey!" I snapped. "Just get the fuckin' key..." I trailed off.

"Okay. Geez, you don't need to be such a jerk. I'm just kidding around." Jen grabbed the key from my pocket and opened the door.

The studio apartment seemed big. Without all the clutter of my old room, our voices echoed around the place. "Echo, echo!" Jen laughed and clapped her hands, sharply. 

"MY BROTHER IS FUCKING ME AND IT FEELS SO GOOD! OOOOOOOOH!" 

I ran over to Jen. "Sssssshhhhh! Shsssh. JESUS! Mrs. Thompson is going to hear!" 

I raised my hand and listened for a second. Nothing.

"Oh, come on." Jen said. "What difference does it make? What is she going to do?" She laughed as she looked at my pursed lips and furrowed brow. "OOOOh GOD! OOOH I LOVE IT! FUCK ME, FUCK ME MIKE!" she burst out suddenly and almost doubled over laughing. 

"Jesus, Jen! I've got to LIVE here!" I covered my ears, instinctively.  "Shut up! Shut up!" My face was hot.

Jen was shaking and laughing with a full-throated woman's laugh.  "GIVE IT TO ME, BABY! FUCK ME, BRO-"

I came behind her and covered her mouth with my hand. She shut up for a second, then I felt her arch her back and push her ass into my crotch. Then she licked my palm. As quickly as I dropped my hand, she started yelling again. "OH YES, MY BROTHER! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG PENIS, YES!"

I covered my face. Now she was just being vindictive.

"Ohh, man..." I moaned.

I heard a knock on the doorframe, and the door swung in a little. "Everything okay in there?" Mrs. Thompson's voice sounded almost plaintive.

Jen said, politely, "Not quite okay, Mrs. Thompson--" Jen laughed loudly and winked at me. "His PENIS is much too BIG to fit in my..." 

"NO!" I shouted. I slammed the door shut with one hand as I tackled Jen around the waist, knocking the wind out of her so that her laughter came out in short little gasps. 

"Uh...Everything is fine, here...yes...uh, Mrs. Thompson." I managed to say. "I just dropped...I've just got some large..." I looked over at my bags and scratched my head, "uhm...equipment." I flushed red as Jen broke out in giggles, again.   

"Okay." Mrs. Thompson still sounded dubious from behind the door. "Please do not roughhouse, all right?" 

I held my palm over Jen's mouth. She tilted her head under my fingers and slid her tongue up between my fingers. After a few seconds, it seemed that Mrs. Thompson had left, so I removed my hand from over Jen's mouth, and wiped my wet fingers on my jeans.

"What are you doing?" I accused Jen, as I raised myself on my elbows next to her, where I had tackled her down.

Jen turned over on her back and looked up at me. Her hair fanned out from under her head, framing her face in a lovely manner as she smirked up at me.

"After something like last night, don't you think a girl at least deserves a brotherly kiss?" Jen turned her head a little and met my gaze through the sides of her eyes, smiling. She pointed to her cheek with an index finger.

"Let's keep this respectable." I said, as I leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. But she reached her forearm over the back of my neck, and pulled me tight against her, her cheek tight against my face and her lips almost touching my ear.

"Big brother." She whispered. "Who's the man?" She giggled as she placed her hands on my cheeks to turn my head until I was gazing into her eyes. Gently, she pulled my face towards hers, turning my head and raising her chin up until our lips met.

Her lips were soft like rose petals, and they pressed firmly against my own with a slight wetness until my lips opened to gently nibble them. I felt like an ape, like my lips were that of an orangutan playing with some Fossey-like researcher. She paused and gazed at me with a thoughtful expression.

"That was unexpectedly good. I rather liked that." She said, evenly. "Kiss me, again." 

I raised my hand alongside her cheek as I leaned over again to kiss her. Her cheek was soft, with a few downy, almost microscopically fine hairs near her temples...her temples--where the hair became thick and luxuriant between my fingers. I ran my hand through her hair and cradled her the back of her head in my fingers. 

She turned her head to kiss my wrist before gazing at me with her liquid eyes. She was like a little girl, the way she gazed at me with such admiration. I could not be responsible for this.

Instead of kissing her on the lips, I instead lowered her head and raised my own so that my kiss landed on her smooth forehead. Then, on impulse, I slid a hand behind her back and hugged her tightly to me. I pulled her to a sitting position, still holding her tightly in my embrace. We sat that way for a long moment.   

Jen broke the silence with a giggle. "My poor virgin brother...couldn't make it with anyone but his sister."

"How did you know that?" I asked her. "I was dating Michelle for a while last year. I could have done it with her."

Jen dropped her arms to her knees and rearranged herself into a cross-legged sitting position. The calves of her leather boots pressed under her bare thighs. She looked down and pulled the hem of her skirt down back down where it had rode up.  

"Oh, come on." Jen chided me. "You wouldn't even squeeze her butt. You treated her like a delicate flower."

"I respect women." I said to Jen, lowering my head and looking away, quickly. The door was still closed. 

Jen laughed, again. "Yes. You were very respectful to me last night." She smiled crookedly at me with her lips pressed tightly together. "Very respectful."

"Shhhhhhhh..." I hissed at Jen. "What if Mrs. Thompson hears?"

"You fuckin' OWE me, Mike." Jen raised her chin defiantly. "I deflowered you." She laughed in an almost musical cadence.  

"So...what...do I owe you?" I laughed, but my face felt tight.

Jen crossed her arms and stared at my chest. "I don't know. I'm horny." Slowly, a smile lit up her face and she raised her eyes to mine. "Blow me." She said.

"Blow...you?" I repeated.

"Did I stutter? I'm sorry...what I said was 'BLOW ME.'" She spoke with exaggerated clarity. Jen didn't smile, but looked at me with narrowed eyes.  "Suck my clit."

With a quick move, Jen rolled over onto her knees, and pushed my chest until I was lying flat on my back. "Stay," she ordered, as she stood up. 

Gathering her skirt around her waist, she pulled at the sides of her underwear and slid them down over her hips. A small patch of dark hair between her thighs was all I glimpsed as she kept her gaze at me, dropping her underwear to the floor around her calf-length boots. She stepped over her underwear as it pooled on the floor and her skirt dropped down, again, as she straightened up. 

She stepped over me, placing one foot on either side of my chest. Then, she braced her hands alongside my head as she kneeled down over me. As she bent over me, I was staring at the creamy skin of her neck and cleavage above the buttons of her blouse. 

Then she scooted forward until her crotch was nearly in front of my face.

"Drink up." She pressed her chin down to give me a look before she scooted the last bit forward. Then she raised her skirt up, gathering it by the hem about her waist.

Her thighs pressed around my face as she kneeled over it. Her thighs were smooth and hairless, but her vulva was a soft mass of dark, curly hair. Her inner lips protruded, slightly, two folded flaps of skin that glistened with a subtle pinkness. There was a salty, musky odor and I could feel the heat radiating from her crotch. I slid my hands up the backs of her thighs, to her ass, and raised my head up between them.

Her taste was reminiscent of fish or perhaps ocean spray, but it was not entirely unpleasant. As my tongue slid into the silky slit of her lips, I could feel something registering in my groin. My own member became warm and shifted uncomfortably within my pants.  I dropped my hands down from her ass and down to my own waist, where I fumbled at the buckle of my belt.

"Hey." Jen said, sharply. "Why did you stop?"

As I pulled at my buckle, I raised my neck to continue licking in long strokes along her slit. She became moister, or perhaps it was my saliva, and I found myself stopping to swallow as it dripped down my throat. Her pussy lips became pinker, and spread a little as I licked her. Her clitoris was small at the juncture of her lips, but I gently licked it and nibbled at it with my lips. 

"Keep going." Jen urged me. Her hips began to undulate, very slowly. I finally got the buckle open on my pants, and I raised my hips to pull my pants down over them. 

Jen looked back, and slapped my hands sharply.

"No." Jen chastised me. "Suck me." She dropped her hips down on my face, and my nose pushed into her pubic hair as my mouth surrounded her vulva. She was wet, but clearly still unsatisfied.  

I reached up to squeeze her ass with my hand, and I slid my other hand up her thigh until I could gently insert my thumb inside of her as I continued to gently lick her clit. 

"Yess." She moaned as she leaned forward, bracing herself with her hands. She picked up one knee, then the other, squatting over my face and rocking gently.

I pulled my thumb from her, and gently slid three fingers into her, supporting my chin with the heel of my hand as I strummed her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. I wiggled my fingers inside of her, pressing them against the front inside of her vagina. I watched her hips squirm.

"Ohhhh..." She breathed, above me.  

I wiggled my fingers more quickly, sliding them slightly in and out in a slowly accelerating, syncopated beat. SquishSlurp, squishSlurp, squishSLUrp. I tried to lick her clit in rhythm, but her hips began to gyrate. So I clamped my lips down around the top of her slit so that my head nodded in tandem with the motion of her hips. I flicked my tongue at the top of her slit in time with the strokes of my fingers. 

"Oh God." I heard Jen whisper in the background. Her thighs rotated around and my face was squeezed momentarily between them as her knees buckled. Her hips were rocking quickly, now, as she rose up on her toes and squatted over me, grinding herself into my face.

I reached deep inside of her with my fingers, rotating them around inside of her as I continued to clamp my lips down over the top of her vulva, flicking her clitoris rapidly with my tongue like a Berber war cry.

"Uhhhh..." Jen moaned, and I felt her vagina clamp down like last night, except this time on my fingers. I strummed away with my tongue and fingers like a man in the desert digging into a dry well for a drop of water, but this well was already overflowing. I could feel her liquids dripping down my chin and across my cheeks as her hips continued to gyrate around me and her vagina grasped at my fingers. I was seeing stars from the jerking of my head on her hips and my breath was ragged, but my dick was straining against my underwear and felt painfully hard. 

Finally, I felt her vagina loosen up on my finger for the last time. She dropped to her hands and knees with her thighs falling around my face. I saw a trickle of her juices sliding slowly down her inner thigh. I turned my face and lapped up the liquid from her thigh, leaving my lips pressed against the soft flesh of her thigh for a moment. I turned my head the other way and to kiss her other inner thigh, and lapped at her steaming pussy once again-this time in a slow, lingering stroke.

"Mmmmmmm...." Jen sighed. "I needed that." 

She raised a knee over my face and turned around to kneel beyond my head, facing me. She glanced down at my swollen member straining against the cotton of my underwear. A small wet spot darkened the cloth near the head of my dick. She giggled.

"You wet your pants." She said softly. 

"Yeah." I finished. God, I was so horny.



Seducing Jennifer



Unlike my other submission (Yolanda Goes To Jiffy Lube), there's no build up here. It is an immediate "peek into the window," so to speak.

She is 34, and he is 33.  

The aductor mangus muscle (mentioned later) is the bit of muscle that is right next to the groin. If you part your legs while nude, you'll see it connecting the hip area to the lower area of your groin. It feels a bit like a tendon.

He took her hands in both of his, then caressed her knuckles with his thumbs. A few seconds later, he brought her hands up, and kissed her fingers. Next, he raised her hands above her head, and pinned them to the wall behind her. He then brought his head close to hers. His lips were close enough to brush hers, but he had something else in mind. He whispered, "I'm going to set your world on fire." His lips grazed hers with every syllable.

He transferred her left hand to his left, so that both of her hands were trapped by it. The next instant, his fingertips trailed over her forehead, down over her cheekbone, and along her jaw. He used the ball of his thumb to trace the outline of her lips. He slanted his mouth over hers and beckoned her tongue inside his own. He delighted in the sensations of her tongue gliding over his teeth, swirling around his tongue, then gently sucking on it.

At the same time, his right index finger circled the base of her breast through her bra and t-shirt. After the first revolution, his finger rose a bit, and traced another circle. This continued until his index finger circled her areola. He then ever so gently pinched her nipple, and tugged on it.

He softly captured her lower lip between his teeth, and lightly pulled away, loosening his grip until her lip scraped free of his teeth. He cupped her breast with his hand, and gave a gentle squeeze. At her moan, his hand slid down her side to the hem of her shirt. He raised it just enough for his index finger to glide, barely touching, over her skin, just above her jeans waistband. When he got to the spot just above her snap, he paused.

He slowly dragged his finger up her belly, adding another with each centimeter of movement. When he reached her navel, he splayed his hand over her abdomen, then slowly closed his hand, lifting his palm away until only his fingertips remained, lightly grazing her flesh. His hand then slipped upward until he encountered her bra. Once more, he cupped her breast, except now, she could feel his fingers on the upper part of it.

Using his index and middle fingers, he caressed her upper breast, then slipped his finger under the strap. He dragged his digit down, following the contour of her brassiere. His finger encountered her hard nipple, and danced over it for a couple of seconds. At the same time, his left hand glided under her shirt and softly captured her other breast. He played with her breasts for a few seconds, then sank to his knees.

Leaving her shirt bunched under her breasts, he rained feathery kisses over her abdomen. He reveled in the feel of her velvety smooth skin covering the firm muscles under his lips. He gradually made his way up to her bra, then kissed her breasts through it.

He returned to his feet, carefully removed her shirt, and lifted her in his arms. He carried her over to the massive four poster bed, and tenderly lay her upon it. He stretched out beside her, and began his exploration of her body.

First, he recaptured her hands, then her lips. He took the lead this time, savoring the faintly minty taste of her mouth. His tongue lightly fenced with hers before swirling around it. He coaxed her tongue into his mouth, lightly suckled on it, then very carefully nibbled it.

After a few minutes of kissing, he moved to trailing kisses along her jawline, then kissed down the side of her neck. At the mid-point, he gently bit. He pulled away, allowing his teeth to lightly graze her skin, then resumed his downward path. 

He alternated between kissing, licking, and nibbling as he traveled from her neck, to her collarbone, to her chest. He gently nibbled on the parts of her breasts left exposed by the cut of her bra. He slipped the straps down her arms, and trailed kisses along the path they took. 

She slid her arms out of the loops of the straps, and he reverently, gradually revealed her breasts to his sight for the first time. He moaned in delight, and lightly licked her boobs in the same pattern his finger had traced earlier. He ended with suckling on her left nipple for several seconds. He then turned his attention to the right one, but he moved in the reverse of the previous pattern: He started with suckling on her right nipple before tracing the circumference of her boob with his tongue. When he reached the base, he kissed his way between her breasts and down the middle of her torso.

He unsnapped her jeans, and pulled them open. He placed a kiss over the center of her lovely lady, then skipped down to her thighs. He massaged and caressed her thighs, and calves, then removed her shoes and socks. He rose up to his knees and pulled her jeans off.

Starting with her ankles, he kissed, licked, and nibbled his way up the inside of her legs. When he got to the adductor mangus muscle (the one near her lovely lady), he paused, and lightly nibbled on it, then kissed his way back and forth. Soon, the heat of her captured his attention, and he focused on the damp blue satin of her panties. He slowly, and carefully traced the outline of her lady bits through them.

The arching of her hips, and her moans of pleasure are entrancing. She asked him to stop teasing her. He looked up. "I'm not teasing you, my love. I'm exploring your body. Learning what you like."

"You already know." She gasped the words as his index finger slid over the front of her panties.

"Not quite. For example, do you prefer this?" He applied a tiny bit of pressure to the spot just above her clit.

Her hips arched firmly against his hand as her groan. "Mmm. Yes."

"Or do you prefer this?" He very gently closed his mouth over her lovely lady.

Her fingers sank into his hair and she simultaneously pushed his head closer to her hips as she pushed them against his face. The heat which had been slowly building under his ministrations exploded through her body, robbing her of breath and coherent thought. Every fiber of her being wis locked on the sensation of his mouth on her sex. Her muscles tightened and locked for several glorious seconds, as she cried out. With the release of her voice, all her muscles relaxed, leaving her limp and spent. She lay sprawled out, attempting to catch her breath.

"That was beautiful, Baby Girl." She laughed tiredly at his words. "Ready to go again?"

"No." She panted. "I can't."

"You can, and will."

He hooked the leg of her panties to the side, and slowly inserted his finger into her. Her fingers tightened in his hair again. "Rob." The way she sighed his name was intoxicating.

He withdrew, then slowly slid his digit back in. At the same time, he lowered his head, and gently blew a soft breeze over her wetness. Her moan is both surprised, and pleased. He knew this, too, was brand new for her. He slid his finger in and out a few more times, marveling at how tightly she gripped it in her velvety heat.

The slow tenderness of his movements brought her to the edge again. He looked up and told her to go over for him. "I want you to come on my hand, my darling."

The loving command caused her self-control to slip again. The heat swept through her once more as her body went stiff and tense. The tension caused her to shake, then it was like a dam broke. Her muscles went slack as she cried out once again.

Before she was able to catch her breath, his finger sped up inside her, and he told her to come again for him. For the third time, her consciousness dwindled to a tiny point, centered right where his finger glided in and out of her. An orgasm ripped through her again.

When she came down, she discovered that he had returned to kissing her inner thigh. It felt good, but she was a little distracted by the way her muscles jumped and quivered. He drew her attention to his activities by giving her inner thigh a sharp, yet gentle nip.

Using his teeth, he pulled her panties down and off. He next moved back and forth, softly kissing the inside of each thigh. Every so often, but not so that she could anticipate when, he gave a little nibble to her sensitive skin. After what felt like hours to her heightened senses, his lips arrived at her hot, wet center. 

He trailed kisses over her labia, travelling from the bottom right, up over her mons, and down to the bottom of the left one. He then traced the outline of her lovely lady with the tip of his tongue, moving from left, up, and around to the right. His tongue then slid upward, between her labia. He almost, but not quite, touched her clit before moving back downward. As her hands tightened in his hair, he used his fingers to gently part her labia and slowly drag his tongue between them until he lightly flicked her clit with it. 

Her hips bucked against his mouth and he then circled her clit with his tongue. She lifted his head up. When their eyes made contact, she spoke. "Get up here. I want you inside me."

He grinned. "When?"

She growled. "Right now."

He shook his head. "Not yet."

"Why not?"

"I'm enjoying the taste of your pussy."

He then returned to the sweetest torture she had ever experienced. His tongue danced from here to there, touching her clit, flicking over it, and sliding back and forth between her labia. And then, she discovered how evil he could be.

Every time she got close to the precipice, he switched to doing something else. His tongue circled her clit until he heard the change in her vocalizations, then he moved to kissing just beside the lovely lady. When they indicated that he was bringing her close, he switched to licking the inner curve of her hip. She would have become frustrated, and angry, but his teasing had her too focused on the pleasures of what he was doing for upset to gain traction.

Finally, she can take it no more. "Rob." He didn't notice. She pushed at his head. "Robilar." Her voice was louder this time.

He raised his head. "Yes, my love?"

"Stop."

His eyebrows went up. "Stop what?"

"Teasing." His finger slid into her again. "Mmm."

"Teasing?" She nodded. "Teasing who?"

His finger made a beckoning gesture within her, the tip brushing against her g-spot. She clamped down on his finger, ready to come hard, but then he stopped his movements. "Me!"

"What about you?" He grinned, clearly enjoying her inability to speak clearly.

"Stop teasing me!"

"Never."

"Huh?"

He ignored her surprise, and returned to exploring her sensitive areas. He learned that when he captured her clit gently between his teeth, and rapidly flicked his tongue over it, after so much teasing, she come hard, and loud. Her legs clamped hard around his neck, her hips arched so hard against his face he felt like she was about to break his neck, but he didn't stop. 

Her hands pushed at the top of his head, trying to get him to stop. Instead, he released her clit, and began to flick the spot just beneath it, and slipped a second finger inside her. This sent her over the edge again, calling his name, and bucking even harder against him. He savored the taste of her, and when she released her grip on him, he kissed his way up the center of her until he was able to reclaim her lips. At the same time, he slid into her. The hot, wet, velvety tightness was almost enough to make him come, but he bit hard on the side of his tongue. This wasn't about him. It was about giving her as much pleasure as he could. He wanted her to be happy. He loved showing her how much he loved her.

He usually showed her in other ways, but this time, he had the privilege of doing so physically.



Seducing Jennifer Pt. 01



I closed my eyes and concentrated on coming as I stroked my dick with one hand and clutched a pair of Jennifer's panties in the other, inhaling deeply of her musky scent. I was almost there...for the third time that evening. I hoped I wouldn't shoot my load all over her bathroom mirror again. It was difficult to clean off completely. I had to learn more self-control. Prom night was coming up and I was almost certain I would finally, at long last, get my rampaging cock into her tight virgin pussy. As we had both recently celebrated our 18th birthdays, it would even be legal. As long as I didn't knock her up. I had to practice pulling out. I forced myself to let go of my throbbing prick just as my hot load began to rise in the shaft like the mercury in a thermometer.

I groaned, every instinct urging me to take hold of my twitching cock and milk out every drop. Instead I unwadded Jennifer's wispy panties and tongued the crotch area. This is what I would do when I finally fucked her...pull out at the last minute and drive her wild with my tongue as my hot load spurted onto the sheets between her legs. Or perhaps I should shoot all over her belly and tits before eating her out...

There was a rattling in the bathroom doorknob and I realized that I had forgotten to lock it! Panic. I dropped the panties and grabbed for my shorts, which were down around my ankles. I only had them up as far as my knees when the door creaked open.

Nightmare scenario: On the other side of the door was Jennifer's Mom. Mrs. Tightass Churchlady, as I privately called her. My knees were shaking so violently I thought I was going to collapse. I dropped my shorts and grabbed the edge of the sink for support as the first drops of come spurted weakly from the tip of my cock.

Mrs. C. eased into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. I thought I heard the lock click, but it didn't register at the time. I was overwhelmed with humiliation and couldn't look at her. She stood silently for a moment, no doubt enjoying my panic and embarrassment. "So, Jack," she finally said. "I was just thinking that it was about time I talked to you about your relationship with my daughter. And here is the perfect opportunity."

I shuddered and grabbed for my shorts, which were inching their way inexorably back toward my ankles. "Leave it!" Mrs. C. snapped. "And have the courtesy to look at me when I'm talking to you."

I cracked open one eye and peeped at her. To my surprise she was dressed for bed in a filmy negligee which hid nothing. I couldn't help noticing that she had an amazing body, much like Jennifer's but with more curves and an enticing softness. Normally her femininity was hidden behind severe business attire, but not that night. I wondered if her husband had ever ravaged that enticing body before her religious fervor drove him off for good and all. Obviously he had fucked her at least once, but I was willing to bet that it had happened in the dark and with minimal enjoyment.

"Face me!" she snapped. Shame-faced, I turned toward her, my wilting cock bobbing. Tears welled up in my eyes and I blinked them away. "I'm so sorry," I croaked.

She sighed and seated herself on the closed toilet. "I wondered why you spent so much time in the bathroom," she said reproachfully. "And why Jennifer's mirror was always so streaky. Now I see why. You've been abusing yourself like a filthy little pervert. And squirting your nasty stuff on my daughter's mirror, probably imagining that you were squirting it into her."

I hung my head in shame. "I'd never do anything to hurt Jennifer," I babbled. "But sometimes I just have to relieve the pressure..."

"Relieve the pressure," she sniffed, reaching into the sink and fishing out Jennifer's soiled panties, now stained with a few drops of my come. She dangled them in front of me accusingly. "According to the Bible you have already committed this sin in your heart. So why not just go ahead and do it for real? I know that's what you're planning. Just as soon as you can persuade her to spread her wanton legs for you. And it won't be long. She's as nasty as you are."

I shook my head vehemently. "I wouldn't...I love her too much to take the risk...we want to wait for marriage..." My plans for Prom Night were evaporating like soap bubbles in the sun.

"Don't lie to me!" Mrs. C. snarled in a low voice. "If you ever want to see my daughter again, I want the truth. And I want it right now. Tell me exactly what you have done to her so far."

"We kiss...and cuddle sometimes..." I murmured.

"You kiss. Do you put your tongue in her mouth?"

I nodded weakly.

"And do you fondle her breasts?"

I nodded again.

"And do you put your hands under her blouse?"

I nodded again, miserably.

"Answer me out loud! Do you pinch her nipples?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Like this?"

My knees trembled even more violently when I saw that she was cupping her own full breasts through the negligee, and rolling her large nipples between thumbs and forefingers.

"Yes, but her nipples are much smaller..." I swallowed nervously.

"Does that make her pussy wet?"

I noticed through my haze of embarrassment that Mrs. C's breathing seemed to have deepened, and her voice was becoming somewhat breathy. "Yes ma'am I think so but I never..."

"You "never?"" Mrs. C. drawled disdainfully. "You're telling me that you never -" she lifted the hem of her negligee to reveal her neatly trimmed blond bush, "you NEVER slipped your finger into her hot little snatch, like this?"

I watched in stunned amazement as she slid her middle finger into her cooze and swirled it around. "No ma'am," I lied. It wasn't a total lie, actually. Once my finger had sort of accidentally slipped in up to the first knuckle, but Jennifer had freaked out and refused to let me touch her at all for the next two weeks. It was hell, and I hadn't tried it again.

"I warned you about lying," Mrs. C. purred. "Perhaps I'll give you one chance to refresh your memory. If you tell me the truth I might not have to punish you." She withdrew her finger from her sopping pussy and waived it under my nose. "Does this smell remind you of anything?"

My traitorous cock stiffened instantly, jutting out on a level with Mrs. C's pouty lips. Her secretions did smell something like Jennifer's panties...but riper, somehow. "No ma'am, I never..."

"I bet you've even tasted her, haven't you?" Mrs. C. crooned. "Pulled your finger out of her and licked it off while she watched, didn't you?"

"No I swear-" Mrs. C slipped her redolent finger into my mouth, and despite myself I wrapped my tongue around it and lapped off her delicious nectar. We both moaned, making eye contact for the first time that evening. I flushed hot and cold in waves, and began to wonder if I was dreaming. If I was it was going to be a wet dream. My cock throbbed, reminding me of the unspent load still awaiting release.

"I still don't believe you," Mrs. C. whispered. "I think you've been eating her pussy for months. Show me how you do it." She spread her legs invitingly and motioned for me to kneel between them.

I dropped to my knees awkwardly, my shorts still tangled around my ankles, and stared at Mrs. C's golden mound. She leaned back and raised her hips to give me better access, and I put my hands on the insides of her soft thighs and lowered my face to her pussy. I probed with my tongue around the wet spot, and slid it as far into the hot recess as I could. She moaned and her thighs quivered, so I swirled my tongue around, tried to get in deeper, and lapped out as much of her delicious flavor as I could. My cock twitched and throbbed. It wanted to replace my tongue in the worst way.

After awhile, my knees started to ache and it was starting to get a little boring. Mrs. C. bucked her hips a few times, but my tongue followed her moist hole like a foxhound in pursuit. "You mean you actually get her off this way?" she finally gasped.

"No ma'am, I told you, we never -"

"I'm starting to believe you. Do you know what a clitoris is?"

"Um, I've heard of it, yeah, but..."

"Get your tongue out of my hole and trace the slit upward about an inch or so...Oh Holy Jesus yes yes you sure found it oh God -"

Mrs. C. began to buck and squirm and I cupped her firm ass in my two hands to hold her to my face as I lashed her stiff little nub with my tongue. So that's where it was! I molded the flat of my tongue around it, feeling the small swollen inner lips against the outer edges of my tongue, and massaged until Mrs. C. spasmed violently, a muffled cry of victory, or perhaps submission, bursting from her lips. I continued to lap at her clit, but she pushed my face away as she continued to shudder. "You disgust me," she moaned, entwining her fingers in my hair and pulling my face into her dripping gash once more. I kissed her clit one more time and she shuddered again and pushed me away. "Now you're thinking that this gives you the right to fuck me, aren't you? And if I won't give it to you, you'll get it from Jennifer, right?"

"No ma'am but I do appreciate you taking the time to show me..."

"You pig. Maybe I believe you about not eating my daughter's pussy. But I bet you've persuaded her to suck your cock, haven't you? And when she gets tired of it, you come in here and jerk off, right?"

I flushed bright red. She was close to the truth, although Jennifer had never actually sucked my cock, she had once pulled it out of my pants and stroked it a few times. After she got a good look at it she put it back, zipped me up, and remarked, "There's no way you're ever going to get that into me, sorry." I had jerked off four times that night.

"No ma'am," I said weakly. "She doesn't think I would fit, you know..."

"So she has seen it then. What did you do, drop your drawers and waive it in her face? Stand up here."

I staggered to my feet which put my engorged cock directly in front of Mrs. C's face. She grasped it with one delicate hand and examined it from all angles. "Hmmm...I can see why she might be a little nervous..." She cupped my aching balls with the other hand and squeezed. I flinched. She looked up at me, her dark blue eyes dilated. "I bet you'd like me to suck this, wouldn't you? So you could squirt your nasty load right down my throat without warning me, right?"

"No ma'am" I croaked.

"Now this time I know you're lying," she said smugly, stroking my dick lightly while pulling gently on my balls. "You know you want it. But you know what? If you ever persuade my daughter to do this, you better be considerate enough to warn her before you come, if you ever want her to do it again. And I don't think you have that much self-control. I think that when you get close, you're going to grab her hair and hold her down on it until you've emptied your balls."

"No ma'am I wouldn't do that."

"Again with the lies. Tell me what you want right now." She poised her lush lips millimeters from the tip of my leaking cock.

"I, uh, want..."

"Tell me."

"I want you to suck it, suck my cock, I promise I won't come..."

"Liar." She parted her lips while gazing directly into my eyes, and after a long moment lowered her mouth onto my shaft, enveloping it almost to the hairy root. As her hot slippery mouth closed around my cock I nearly fainted, and as my knees started to give way I caught myself by clasping my hands behind her head. The head of my cock popped into her throat, she gagged around it, taking it in even further, and to my great shame and humiliation I exploded with an intensity I had never felt before. As I continued to pump thick gobs of come into her mouth she turned her head to the side, coughing, and I watched the last of my load spurt onto her face and graceful neck. "You bastard!" she gurgled. "I told you-"

A frantic knocking came from the locked bathroom door. "Mom?" Jennifer called. "Are you all right in there?"

"I'm fine," Mrs. C. gasped, clearing her throat. "I'll be right out."



Seducing Jennifer Pt. 02



"Mom?" Jennifer whined, rattling the bathroom doorknob again. "Is Jack in there with you? Who are you talking to?"

"Pull your pants up," Mrs. C. hissed at me. "And don't make a sound." Turning toward the closed bathroom door, she said loudly, "Go wait for me in the living room. You have some explaining to do."

"Mo-om!" Jennifer wailed. "What's going on?"

"Just GO!" Mrs. C. ordered. Jennifer rattled the doorknob one last time and stomped away, as I hastily stuffed myself back into my shorts and straightened my shirt.

"Now go out there and wait with her," Mrs. C. whispered. "We're going to get some things settled here tonight, one way or another."

My heart sank at that. The ordeal was clearly not yet over. On the other hand, I had just received my first ever blow-job, and from my girlfriend's mom, no less, and that was something, right? My mind swirled with the images of Mrs. C's lush lips closing around the head of my cock, and her moans as I spurted my hot load down her throat echoed in my ears. My knees were shaking so violently I could barely walk, but managed to carefully ease open the bathroom door and pad out into the living room, where Jennifer was slumped on the couch, a peevish look on her beautiful face.

"Where have you been? And what got my mom all wound up? Were you in the BATHROOM with her? What were you -"

I flung myself down onto the couch and smothered her complaints with a deep kiss. "Just remember I love you sooooo much," I gasped when I came up for air.

"But what is that SMELL - " I couldn't come up with a plausible lie, and I wasn't about to admit that it was the scent of her mother's gushing pussy, so I took possession of her lush mouth again before she could ask any more awkward questions. I probed her mouth deeply with my tongue until she moaned and rubbed her small hard breasts against me, her hands clasped firmly behind my neck.

"NOW WHAT HAVE WE HERE?" Mrs. C. snarled, leaning over us, hands on her shapely hips. She had thrown on a thick terry-cloth robe and looked much larger and fiercer than she had appeared while seated on the toilet with my spurting cock in her mouth. I felt a flush of intimidation, but in spite of that my dick twitched and began to straighten.

Jennifer let go of my neck and her hands pushed weakly against my chest. "We were KISSING, MOM, and there's nothing wrong with it. We're over 18, and we love each other, and most people our age are doing a lot more than that."

"You don't have the slightest idea what you are doing," Mrs. C. said in a withering tone of voice. "You're taking steps down a path that you know nothing about - "

"And whose fault is that?" Jennifer's face was turning red and I knew we were in for a first-class hissy-fit. "That crappy little religious school we are FORCED to go to doesn't exactly have SEX EDUCATION classes! And if you ask questions they LIE -"

Mrs. C. crossed her arms under her full breasts, thrusting them upward until I could see the creamy top of one peeping out above the lapel of her fuzzy robe. I remembered the feel of them in my trembling hands, and couldn't help mentally comparing the feel of Jennifer's hard little 18-year-old knobs. I flushed, suddenly realizing that I was truly a pervert. But my stiffening cock clearly had no conscience whatsoever.

"I understand that 'crappy little religious school'," Mrs. C. retorted, "does not offer sex education. It also does not offer a number of other things. Such as mass murders, kidnappings, rape, and Lord knows what else. Public schools are dens of iniquity and perversion. As I have told you repeatedly. And if I am required to work many hours of overtime, kissing that old pervert's ASS, if not other things -" I could have sworn that she looked straight into my eyes and winked! "to pay your private school tuition then you can just go there and be glad you have a mother that would rather see you alive...you know you're getting a good education in everything that matters -"

"You don't think SEX matters?" Jennifer screeched.

"Of course it does," Mrs. C. said. "But it is one of those things that is best taught at home."

"You never tell me anything."

"Don't try to turn this back on me, Missy!" Mrs C. snapped. "I've been talking to Jack and it appears that you two are trying to teach each other."

Jennifer glanced at me, murder in her eyes. I shook my head minimally. "Watch out!" I tried to tell her with my eyes.

"We haven't done anything but kiss," Jennifer said sulkily.

Mrs. C. sighed theatrically. "I'm going to give you one chance to tell me the truth. And believe me, if you lie you will never see this boy again. So: isn't it true that he has actually had intercourse with you?"

"NO-wa," Jennifer wailed. "We NEVER, uh, did it -"

"But you let him put his finger into you, didn't you?"

"Oh my GOD! Mom! That's so gross...it was only one time, and we were both sorry, we almost broke up -"

"That's sex." Mrs. C. glared at us. "Part of him was IN you. And when he puts his tongue in your mouth? That's sex too. And all that is Lesson One."

"I can't believe we're having this discussion," Jennifer said, rolling her eyes. "Mom, it's too LATE. I'm a woman already. Are you seriously trying to tell me that I could get pregnant from what we have been doing?"

"I'm telling you exactly that," Mrs. C. said more gently. She motioned for me to make space on the couch and she seated herself between us. Jennifer turned away from her and curled her legs up so that her chin rested on her knees. I just enjoyed the feeling of Mrs. C's thigh pressing against mine, separated only by her fuzzy robe. "And I'll tell you why. That's Lesson 2."

Jennifer sniffed, somewhat rudely, I thought. Mrs. C. placed one hand on Jennifer's shoulder and the other on my thigh.

"You see," Mrs. C. continued, "When you let a man go too far, you start him down a path that can only have one end. And if you're the one to start him, you should be the one to finish him. Or you may be surprised to find yourself suddenly flat on your back with a baby sprouting in your womb. Do you know what I mean?" She stroked my thigh, her fingers coming dangerously close to my balls.

Jennifer had buried her face in her hands, and I could see a brilliant red flush spreading from her hairline outwards. "This is SO not cool," she moaned.

"It's girls who can't talk about it that get in trouble," Mrs. C. said primly. One of her perfectly manicured fingernails scratched tentatively at my right nut. I shuddered.

Jennifer gagged derisively. "I KNOW how babies are made, OK? And we don't DO that. So can we end this discussion NOW?"

"No," said Mrs. C. Her scratchy fingernail wandered past my sack and started to trace the outline of my erection. I suddenly wondered if she was actually the religious fanatic Jennifer believed her to be.

"I believe that you haven't actually let him fuck you with his cock," she said matter-of-factly. Jennifer gasped. I suspected that she had never heard her mother use these words before. "But you did let him get his finger into you, although you claim you did not want that to happen. Still, it happened. And if you don't learn to relieve the pressure before he boils over, the next surprise will be when his dick accidentally goes into you. And if you think you can trust him to pull out before he fills you up you're even more ignorant than I think."

"What pressure?" Jennifer asked, suddenly interested in spite of herself.

"Think of him like a pressure-cooker," Mrs. C. said, as she stroked my straining cock through my shorts. "And yourself as well, to some degree. But especially for him. As you turn up the heat," she smiled wryly, "the pressure builds. And the only way to relieve it is through the tip of his...manhood." She scratched playfully around the head of my cock and I stifled a moan.

Jennifer covered her blushing face with her hands again and moaned too. "Don't say 'manhood,'" she mumbled.

"Fine. His COCK then. You have to get him off somehow, or he will either be in extreme pain or, assuming he is too polite to rape you, have to resort to self-abuse. Which is a mortal sin. And could possibly lead to blindness." She winked at me lasciviously and tweaked at the head of my prick.

Mrs. C. was a whole lot cooler than I had imagined.

"So how do you suggest that I do that," Jennifer mumbled sullenly.

Mrs. C. stood up suddenly. My cock sadly missed her stroking hand. "For now, I suggest that you do the homework for Lesson 3. Go and get your favorite body lotion, and rub it on his cock. Not just a little. Make it nice and slippery. And don't stop rubbing. Until something happens. You'll know when you've been successful." She turned toward her bedroom, pausing to look back over her shoulder at us. "And we'll discuss this tomorrow evening, shall we?"

As the bedroom door clicked closed behind Mrs. C., Jennifer hissed at me, "Is she serious?"

I shrugged, fully aware of my throbbing cock. "She's your Mom. But, yeah; I think she is serious."

"Unbelievable," Jennifer muttered, rising from the couch. Moments later she returned from her bathroom holding a plastic bottle of lotion. I already had my stiff cock out and waiting for her.

"So romantic," Jennifer snipped. "Aren't you even going to kiss me first?" She slithered into my arms and I kissed her fervently, fully aware of her bare midriff against my hot erection. She slipped one slender hand between us and grasped me firmly. "Why does it have to get so big?" she moaned into my mouth. "This thing would tear me apart." She stroked me inexpertly for a few moments. I felt her smiling as she said, "Is the pressure off yet?"

"Not hardly," I said against her lips. "You should listen to your mother more."

"Oh pooh," Jennifer pouted, breaking our kiss and reaching for the lotion bottle. "She thinks she knows everything. But she couldn't even hold onto a man herself. My father took off before I was even born."

"Maybe she didn't know how to relieve the pressure," I said, stifling a crazy giggle.

"You pervert," Jennifer giggled, squeezing a cold dollop of lotion onto my straining dick. She began smoothing it onto me, which was nice but not what I needed.

"Wrap your hand around it," I urged. "And stroke up and down." She followed my instructions hesitantly, and my cock responded gratefully.

"Yesssss..." I moaned. "Just like that. Faster." Her tiny hand could not completely span my girth, and I wondered if she would be able to make me come for the fourth time that evening. "Just don't stop," I whispered. "Just...don't stop." I nuzzled at her breast, found a nipple, and nipped it lightly with my teeth. I slipped a hand under her skirt and stroked her panty-covered mound. She squirmed when I located her clit. I couldn't help comparing it in my mind to her mother's much lustier unit. It had stuck out so far after a couple of licks that I could actually suck it like a tiny cock. And she had seemed to enjoy it immensely...I licked my lips and tasted traces of her pungent juice.

"This just feels so NASTY," Jennifer moaned. "It's like something big is about to happen, like an earthquake or something, but I don't know...maybe we're not ready for this...I'm getting cramps in my hand...OH!"

At that moment I jetted my hot load into her hand.

"Now the pressure is relieved," I groaned, as she milked the last of my already depleted store of spunk out of me. I berated myself for not being more excited about having come in my innocent girlfriend's inexperienced hand, but I could not help a mental flashback of erupting into her mom's hot mouth. I pulled her against me and kissed her deeply. She held her hand, dripping with my spent load, up in front of my face. "This is the pressure?" she asked, smiling.

"Yeah," I gasped. "That's what your mother was talking about. And thanks. You saved me from committing a mortal sin."

Jennifer giggled and burrowed her face into my neck. She held out her come-laden hand. "What do I do with this?"

"Rub it into your breasts," I said, improvising. What else would she do with it? I usually just washed it down the sink drain. "It's supposed to make them bigger."

"You want them bigger?" Jennifer pouted, nonetheless slipping her hand into her blouse and massaging her small breast. "I thought you liked them just the way they are."

"I do," I said stoutly. "But since you're always complaining about how small they are; I mean, anything to help out..."

"You pig," Jennifer giggled. "I think you just like the idea of me smearing your stuff on my boobies."

"Also true," I said solemnly. "And with that admission, I should probably be getting home -"

"Mom mentioned that I'm a pressure-cooker too," Jennifer murmured into my neck, "and I guess I ought to mention that I feel like I'm about to explode too, right now."

"That's probably Lesson Four," I said uneasily. I had a feeling that whatever we did, Mrs. C. would hear about sooner or later. And that might make it less likely for me to get into her pants again. I am SUCH a perv.

"I'm in pain," Jennifer whimpered. "You caused it; it's your responsibility to fix it."

She was right, of course. I kissed her, pulling aside her damp panties and running my fingers through her tangled pubic hair. She gasped as I dipped my middle fingertip into her hot snatch and spread the moisture upward onto her tiny clit. "Oh God Oh God Oh God," she babbled, muffling her cries against my mouth. "That's it that's the place OH GOD why didn't you ever tell me it's so nice OH GAWWWWWD!"

I'm pretty sure she came. Her pussy got really wet and I took advantage of that to slide my finger into her, almost up to the second knuckle, before she squirmed uncomfortably and tugged at my wrist.

"Pressure relieved," she giggled, after a pause to catch her breath. "And according to MOM, we just had sex. Again." She pulled my hand out from under her skirt and held it up, my middle finger still glistening with her wetness. "So what do you do with this?"

"I try not to wash my hand until next time," I said, perhaps a little too honestly. She looked at me inquisitively. "So I can smell you whenever I want," I explained.

"That is so GROSS!" Jennifer squealed, covering her face with her hands.

"You know," I whispered, "What I really want is to have that smell all over my cock, because that means..."

"You're right," Jennifer said decisively, pushing away from me. "It's time you were getting home. Because, to tell you the truth, the pressure is rising again. OK?"

"I get it," I said, standing up and extending a hand to her. Which was somewhat awkward because I was again afflicted with a painful erection, which I somehow wanted to conceal. "We should both rest up. Because tomorrow might be Lesson Four..."

"You WISH," Jennifer murmured as I kissed her goodnight.



Seducing Jennifer Pt. 03



After a long day at school during which I did not even manage to catch a glimpse of Jennifer on the girl's side until the final bell rang, I walked her home. We swung our clasped hands between us as we negotiated the shabby city streets, and she frequently smiled up at me, a goofy smile on her angelic face, until finally she pulled me into a littered alley, pushed me against a brick wall, and kissed me hard. I kissed her back, boldly cupping one of her small breasts in my hand and pinching her stiffening nipple. "I can't wait for Lesson Four," she whispered shyly. "I dreamed all night about the things you might do to me...and when I woke up my panties were soaking wet."

My cock immediately came to rigid, aching attention from the half-master I had been sporting since last night.

When we got to her mother's modest row house she pulled me inside, shut the door, and kissed me soundly before running upstairs to change out of her school uniform. "Wait for me on the couch," she called as she scampered up the stairs. "Mom won't be home for hours yet. So maybe we ought to review Lesson Three..."

I went into the living room, my stiff cock tenting my pants. I certainly had a full load for her this time. I grasped my eager dick through my pants and squeezed it – just as I became aware of Mrs. C. already seated on the couch, her legs crossed demurely beneath a very short black skirt.

"Oh shit," I blurted, my face burning.

"Is that any way to greet me?" Mrs. C. purred. She patted the couch beside her. "Sit down here and talk to me while we wait for Jennifer to change her panties. Or maybe if she's smart she will just leave them off altogether."

I gingerly seated myself a respectful distance away from Mrs. C. She immediately slid over, crowding me, and taking my hand in hers. "So, Jack: Did you and Jennifer do your homework last night?"

I was still having trouble discussing this openly with my girlfriend's mother. Thoughts and images of last night's events were swirling in my head, making it difficult to even think, much less talk. "We, uh, touched each other a little...it was nice...."

"Very nice, I would guess, judging from the dreamy smile on my daughter's face this morning," Mrs. C. said archly. "I suspect that you relieved both your own pressure and hers as well." She squeezed my hand before disengaging hers and grasping my thigh. "Was it satisfactory for you?"

"Extremely," I said fervently.

Mrs. C. chuckled and whispered in my ear, "Was it as good for you as it was when you came in my mouth?"

I squirmed uneasily, my ears burning like molten iron. "Um, well, really...it lasted longer, anyway..." My face burned with humiliation, remembering how I had erupted in Mrs. C's throat on the very first stroke.

Mrs. C. laughed out loud and cupped my balls in her hand. "Don't worry about that. With a little practice you'll learn to make it last as long as you want." She began lightly scratching my stiff dick through my tented pants. "I don't think there's going to be a problem there. But you don't want to get in the habit of just shooting off every time something feels good." She squeezed my cock and I moaned. "This evening I want you to hold off as long as you can. Make her work for it a little. She needs to learn –"

"Time for your massage!" Jennifer tittered, bursting into the room, brandishing her bottle of body lotion. "MOM? WHAT are you DOING? Why are you even HERE so early?"

"Just checking out the size of Jack's tool," Mrs. C. said casually, maintaining a firm grasp on my meat. "I really think it's a bit more than you can handle at this point. Sit down here and I'll explain." She patted the couch on the other side of her.

Jennifer stood for a moment, stunned, before dropping the lotion bottle in my lap and slumping on the couch next to her mother. "Not acceptable," she muttered. "This is SO not acceptable."

"Now just calm down," Mrs. C. said. "I've been thinking things over and I realize that I have been neglecting my baby." She patted Jennifer's thigh tenderly. "I'm going to stop working late from now on. And I'm going to supervise the neglected aspects of your education before it's too late. You'll be going off to college soon, and if you and Jack plan to stay together, it's important that you start off the right way. The way you two have been fumbling around is almost certainly going to lead to disaster. So I'm going to help you."

It occurred to me that there was a strong possibility that Mrs. C. was not exactly sane in the traditional sense of the word. "Uh, maybe I ought to get out of here and let you two talk this out," I started lamely.

"You stay right there," Mrs. C. said.

"I don't care what you do!" Jennifer sobbed, rubbing her eyes. "I don't ever want to see you again! Discussing our most PERSONAL stuff with my MOM? And then I catch her holding your THING??"

"Now that's exactly what I'm talking about," Mrs. C. said. "Jealousy is the quickest way to drive a man away."

"So I'm just supposed to ignore it when I see him letting some SLUT play with his...THING?"

"I'll forgive you for that, one time," Mrs. C. said coolly. "And in fact, in this case he doesn't have any choice in the matter." She squeezed my softening cock and winked at me. "Do you, Sweetie?"

"I, ah, well..." I silently prayed that she would not find it necessary to mention what else we had done. I had dreamed all night of the taste of her, the feel of her lips closing around my rigid cock...."I only know that I love Jennifer more than anything, and I'll do whatever it takes to stay with her."

"But what about your famous religious principles," Jennifer said bitterly. "You're always preaching about mortal sins and all that –"

"Ignorant people," Mrs. C. began, "have somehow got the idea that all sex is sinful. Of course that is absolutely wrong. ADULTERY is a sin, obviously. But that is sex between two people who are married to someone else. None of us is married, so there is no harm in enjoying each other. What IS a deadly sin is masturbation. As the Bible says, 'It is better to sow one's seed in the belly of a whore than to spill it on the ground."

I cringed as I noted the fanatical light beginning to glow in her eyes. I longed to be somewhere else; anywhere else. But I also longed to slip my tongue into her dripping slit.

"OH GOD," Jennifer moaned. "I don't want to talk about this."

"Don't take the Lord's name in vain," Mrs. C. intoned. "And pay attention. I hold YOU responsible for causing Jack to spill his seed on the ground, thereby endangering his mortal soul. You should have come to me months ago, before this became a problem."

"Right," Jennifer muttered.

"So, Jack," Mrs. C. continued, "Tell Jennifer how many times she has caused you to sin already."

"It's not her fault," I stammered. "It's not fair to blame her. She never knew—"

"Exactly. But she would have known had she only confided in her MOTHER..." Mrs. C. glared at Jennifer.

"You're sick, Mom," Jennifer mumbled into her hands.

"How many times a day have you been abusing yourself, Jack?" Mrs. C. demanded.

"Uh, maybe two? Or three?" I lied. It was more like four, on days when Jennifer and I were together.

"And how many times have you done it today, so far?"

"I didn't," I said. "I almost did this morning, but then I thought about last night and I wanted to wait...."

"Exactly my point. Last night Jennifer did her duty, and that saved you from committing another sin."

"So it's all my fault," Jennifer said. "Maybe I should have just stripped down and let him FUCK me the first time he got a hard-on."

"I didn't say that, Honey." Mrs. C. stroked Jennifer's thigh. "In time that will be an option, and, in fact, your duty if you're going to stay together. But in the meantime, there are other things you should be doing."

My heart pounded heavily in my chest. On the one hand, Mrs. C. was obviously as nutty as a fruitcake. On the other hand, it looked like I was about to get free access to Jennifer's panties. Hmmm...which hand to choose?

I chose the panties.

I reached across Mrs. C. to clasp Jennifer's hand. "Please forgive me, Sweetheart," I said in my most sincere tone. Unfortunately my arm brushed against Mrs. C's soft breasts. I couldn't help remembering the feeling of cupping them in my trembling hands. "I, uh, love you too much to ever want to hurt you, but really, your mom is just trying to help..."

"Whose MOM ever groped her boyfriend's dick?" Jennifer screeched. "I'm going to my room. Do NOT even THINK of disturbing me." She jumped up from the couch and stomped away. I couldn't help admiring her firm ass beneath the short-shorts she had donned after school, and the four-finger spread between her slender thighs. Where I hoped my cock would soon be headed.

"Why don't you go have a nice bubble bath and change into something sexier," Mrs. C. called after her. "Jack and I will fix dinner --" here she leered at me in a way that made me feel like my insides were liquid -- "and after that I'm pretty sure he will need your help..."

"No WAY!" Jennifer screamed. Her bedroom door slammed closed and I distinctly heard the click of the lock. Her bed springs squealed as she threw herself down, no doubt to sob angrily into her pillow.

"So, Jack," Mrs. C. said calmly, "What would you like for dinner?"

I really, really did not intend to let my eyes wander to the space between her parted thighs, barely covered by her short skirt. She was wearing lacy black panties, but...oh my god, they had no crotch at all, just two strips of lace which framed her...

"That's just an appetizer," Mrs. C. said, clasping the back of my neck and urging my face closer to her fragrant mound. "But by all means enjoy it before we discuss the main course."

I knew I shouldn't do it. But really, what else could I do? I told myself that if I had a choice between Mrs. C. and Jennifer, I would definitely rather eat Jennifer's pussy. But Jennifer was locked in her room, acting unreasonably bitchy, and this juicy snatch was inches from my nose. And it smelled delicious. I nuzzled her furry mound, and tentatively extended my tongue to flick her emerging clit. She flinched and pushed at my forehead.

"A little finesse, Jacky!" she gasped. "No hurry this time around. Tease me first. Just go with your instincts." She leaned back on the couch and threw one leg up over the back, while the other dangled to the floor. I dove into her moist snatch like a drowning man at an oasis, flattening my tongue to lap her crack from bottom to top, reveling in the taste of her, then burrowing my tongue into her hot snatch to scoop out more of her tangy nectar. The crotchless lace panties were not as soft as they looked. In fact they were downright scratchy against my chin and cheeks.

"Just pull them off, Jack," she gasped. "Make it comfortable for yourself."

She lifted her hips and I stripped the wispy article off her, leaving the panties dangling from her left foot. Then I buried my face in her mound once again, tracing her cleft up to her protruding clit, but being careful not to touch it.

"So nice," she murmured. "I truly need this. You won't believe the day I had..."

I nudged her clit with the side of my nose and she shivered, thrusting her hips upward toward my questing tongue. "I sucked that nasty little man's cock until I got jaw cramps and he still couldn't come. Then he gets called to an emergency board meeting that may still be going on for all I know...oh yes, do that."

"Your boss?" I mumbled into her bush.

"Don't talk," she moaned. "Just...do...that. Oh dear God. You have a natural talent. But yes; my boss. That filthy little pervert. I'm so sick of him and his limber little prick. But like I tell myself, it's all part of the job...."

I circled the hood of her clit with the tip of my tongue, holding the lips of her pussy apart with my two hands so I could see what I was doing. Her clit had grown an stiffened, poking out at me aggressively. I flicked the tip of it with my tongue and she gasped and squirmed.

"He used to fuck me at least once a day," she continued breathlessly, "and if I was quick about it I could sometimes get off myself. He never lasted more than a minute or two. But these days he can barely get it up, and all he wants is blow jobs. With never a thought as to what I might need...oh, YES! Suck it! Just like when I sucked your cock!"

I pulled her inch-long clit into my mouth and molded my tongue around it, massaging it, feeling the tension mount in her slender body. I reached up and cupped her breasts with both hands, squeezing gently, feeling her stiff nipples against my palms. My cock throbbed painfully. I imagined lining the head of my dick up with her sopping hole, pushing in, watching her dilate to take me...

"I'm going to come, Jack," she gasped suddenly. "I really really am, and I should warn you, sometimes I'm a squirter. And it been a very long time, so....Oh dear Lord. Oh I wish I could have your cock in me right now. Oh God. Put your finger in me, Jack dear, and I'll pretend it's your lovely cock."

A 'squirter?' I wondered hazily. What the hell was she talking about? I gingerly bored my forefinger into her clenching pussy, pushing in as far as I could. It was silky and hot, and I imagined what it would feel like to slide my throbbing dick into her.

"Now crook your finger, like you're saying 'come here'," she sobbed, her hips bucking lustily against my face. I did as she asked, feeling a spongy lump at the top of her vagina, and she shrieked as her pussy grasped my finger firmly and rippled around it. I drew back slightly in surprise, and a spray of hot liquid hit me in the face. I got back on her swollen clit and felt two more weak spurts of fluid against my chin before she relaxed and pulled away from me.

"That...was quite possibly...no, DEFINITELY...the most intense..." she paused to catch her breath. "I don't want to give you a big head, Jacky boy, but you are very very good at that, and you certainly deserve a reward." She slipped her hand between us, right into my pants, and caressed the head of my greedy cock. "So what kind of reward would you like?"

I knew exactly what I would like: to ram my hard cock into her sopping pussy until I came deep inside her. But I knew I shouldn't want that. I should be thinking of going upstairs, wheedling my way into Jennifer's room, and maybe persuading her to jerk me off.

"Don't be shy, Jack," Mrs. C. said silkily. "Just tell me. Anything you want. I could suck your cock, like I did last night. You liked that, didn't you?"

"Yes," I mumbled, blushing furiously. "But...."

"Why don't you take those clothes off while you think about it," Mrs. C. encouraged. She sat up and unbuttoned her blouse, then wiggled out of her tight skirt. She wasn't wearing a bra and didn't need one.

I hurriedly stripped off my pants, shorts and shirt and settled back between her spread thighs. She sighed as I tenderly kissed her wet pussy. "Now we've already done that, Jack, and while it was most satisfactory I'm a little sensitive right now, and if you touch my clit I may pee myself. So why don't you come up here and whisper in my ear so I know what you want for a reward."

I somewhat awkwardly knelt above her, her thighs coming together to embrace my naked hips. I gazed down at her exquisite face, losing myself in her deep blue eyes. "You can kiss me," she said drowsily. "It's quite all right, you know."

I pressed my lips to hers, and my cock jumped against her flat belly. She pulled me closer and I felt the fur of her pussy against me. The tip of her tongue caressed my lips and I opened my mouth to accept it. It was so WRONG. But completely irresistible. I gave myself up to the kiss, our tongues sparring first in my mouth and then in hers, and suddenly I was aware that the bulbous head of my cock was encased in the hot, wet grasp of her tight pussy.

She broke the kiss and whispered, making intense eye-contact all the while, "Tell me what you want, Jack. What you want most in the whole wide world. Whisper it in my ear. And I'll make your dream come true."

I nuzzled her shell-like ear, completely tongue tied. I nibbled gently at her earlobe and she squirmed against me, pulling my cock another inch into her warmth. I knew what I should say: that what I most wanted was to be doing this with Jennifer. But I also knew what I really wanted most at that moment: to thrust my aching cock all the way into her. I would mortgage my soul for that.

"Tell me, Jack," she murmured huskily. "Tell me what you want to do to me right now."

"I want to fuck you," I moaned, and her pussy obligingly opened to me and I eased in all the way until our pubic bones bumped together.

"I can't believe I'm taking all of that," she whispered. "I think I'm paralyzed. Don't move!"

I was aware that I was covered with a thin film of sweat, and my knees and elbows were trembling with the effort of holding my weight off her. I wasn't sure what was expected of me next. So I just knelt there, absorbing the sensation of her wet snatch embracing my cock.

"Good, good; you have some control at least. And you're definitely fucking me, so you got your wish. So shall we call it even?"

I shuddered at the thought of pulling out of her, and involuntarily settled further into her, the head of my cock nudging a hard protuberance inside her.

"Oh!" she gasped. "You hit my cervix. Very sensitive spot. I bet you'd like to shoot your come right there, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," I whispered into her ear. "I want to come in your pussy."

Mrs. C. twisted her hips, expertly causing my cock to slide nearly out of her. "And that could be a problem, Jack," she said, pushing against my chest with her hands. "We haven't discussed birth control, have we."

"No," I muttered, trying to push my length back into her.

"Nor have you discussed it with my daughter, am I right?"

"No." My dick found this subject uncomfortable and actually began to wilt. Slightly.

"Bad boy. You got your reward, and I probably should refuse to let you come as punishment. Does that sound fair?"

"No!" I gasped. My hard cock was slowly inching back into her. I desperately wanted to jet my load all over her cervix.

"Well, I'll confide in you, Jack. Tomorrow morning both Jennifer and I will be going on the Pill. But that doesn't help us tonight, now, does it? So maybe you should stop what you're doing before--"

In response I thrust into her with all my strength, captured her mouth with mine, and emptied my balls deep within her. She entwined her fingers in my hair and ground her hips against me, taking me deep, deeper, as I shuddered in orgasm. "Do NOT come in me! Do NOT! Pull out NOW! Oh God you're making me come too! You sneaky little bastard!"

Way too late, I pulled out of her spasming cunt and deposited the last of my gooey load onto her stomach. An intense wave of shame hit me like a tidal wave.

"That felt so good," Mrs. C. said drowsily, as she deftly milked the last drops of come out of my still-stiff cock and rubbed it into her skin. "But was it really worth it, Jack? Are you prepared to marry me if you've knocked me up? Go ahead, look down at my pussy and see your come leaking out of me. Proud of yourself?"



Seducing Jennifer Pt. 04



I sat back on my heels and looked down at Mrs. C's well-fucked pussy. Her cunt was dilated and my come was bubbling out of it and dripping down into the crack of her ass. She lifted her hips and put her hand down to catch my copious load before it soaked into the couch.

"Now I guess you better learn how to deal with a cream pie," she smiled. "Come on, clean me up." I reached for a Kleenex on the end-table but she slapped my hand away when I tried to use it to sop up the mess. "Lick it up, Jacky. And make sure you get all of it. You expect us girls to gulp down your loads whenever we suck you off, don't you? So you ought to be willing to do the same."

Obediently I lowered my face to her mound and gingerly scooped up a dollop of my own cooling come. I rolled it around in my mouth, tasting the mixture of both our essences. It didn't taste bad at all. More enthusiastically, I went after more, and she helped by working her pelvic muscles to expel more of what I had spurted deep into her. I even dragged my tongue across her musky asshole to get the last drips. Then I slid my tongue into her cunt as far as I could and tried to suck out even more. She moaned when I teased her sticky asshole with a moistened finger.

"You're a nasty boy, Jack," she said. "You're wondering what it would be like to stick your cock into that hole too, aren't you?"

I flushed with shame and removed my finger. She responded by pulling my face hard against her pussy. "I didn't say that was out of the question. Go ahead and put your finger in there and see what it feels like. But be very careful and make sure your finger is wet first."

I slid my finger into her juicy cunt to lubricate it, and then began circling her asshole, working my finger-tip into it until it dilated and invited me further in. She was incredibly tight and hot in there, and my cock was quite obviously eager to replace my probing finger.

"Oh God Jack that's exactly right...I haven't been fucked there for SO long...I'd love to have my ass stuffed with hard cock again...but that's not really something you ought to be doing at this point..."

I could tell that she really wanted me that way, and I wanted her too. Her thighs were quivering as I slowly withdrew my finger and lifted her hips with my hands to line my aching cock up with her puckered asshole. As my bulbous cock-head nudged against her entrance she moaned and pushed me away.

"You're not ready for that, Sweetie. And this is not the time or place. Maybe another time when we have—"

I groaned with frustration and guided her hand to my throbbing cock. My nuts were aching as if I hadn't come for days.

"You just lie back and I'll try to take care of that," she murmured. "And this time I am absolutely serious about one thing: You are NOT to come inside me again. You have to learn to control that before you get into trouble with some foolish little girl who doesn't know how to take care of herself."

I lay back and she crawled over me, giving me a lovely view of her naked body. She knelt above my erect cock, grasped it in one delicate hand, and guided it into her wet pussy. She settled back slowly, taking me deeper and deeper in tiny increments until once again my cock head was lodged against her cervix. "Ahhhh, that hurts so good," she crooned. "Incidentally, you will not be able to do this to Jennifer any time soon. She won't be able to take all of you right away. You'll have to be careful not to hurt her, or she'll become afraid of it." She rotated her hips, grinding my cock farther into her, her cervix massaging the head of my dick. I reached for her hips and she pushed my hands away. "Put your hands behind your head and just watch me. But tell me when you think you're going to come."

She rocked back and forth on my rigid cock, which made delightful squishing noises in her sopping cunt. I watched as she cupped her firm breasts in her hands, rolling the nipples between thumbs and forefingers. Then she began riding up and down on my thick cock, letting me see the slippery shaft slide in and out of her. She lowered one hand to her crotch and began lightly fingering her over-large clitty. "Do you want to see me come on your hard cock, Jacky? Can you hold back if I do?"

I nodded vigorously and she tweaked her clit with two fingers, which caused her cunt to contract almost painfully around my cock. "Then watch and learn Jacky, " she moaned. "I'm coming on your fat cock right now – OH! YES! Oh God I'm coming so hard!"

Her cunt grasped my cock like a fist as she went into a series of vaginal contractions, her eyes rolling back into her head, and her cunt made a loud protracted farting noise as she came. A hefty gush of hot liquid soaked my nut sack and thighs. My own come was boiling in my balls and I knew I should pull out but—

"Jennifer, you get back in your room right this instant!" Mrs. C. shrieked as she hurriedly lifted herself off me. A fountain of come erupted from my dick as it popped out of her, spraying thick ropes of spunk across both our stomachs. I may have screamed; I'm not sure, but what I did know for sure was that my head snapped back against the arm of the couch and I saw Jennifer on the stairway, peeking around the corner at us, a horrified expression on her face. I wondered how long she had been watching, then realized it didn't really matter. There would be no denying that I had fucked her mother.



Seducing Jennifer Pt. 05



Part 5

"I hate you both!" Jennifer screamed as she stamped back up the stairs to her room. Her door slammed resoundingly, shaking the entire house as she shut herself into her room.

"Oh God," I moaned. I was shaking like a leaf in the aftermath of my massive orgasm combined with the humiliation of having been seen fucking another woman by the girl I loved and desperately wanted. And the fact that the other woman was her mother did not help.

"Hold me and tell me how much you love me," Mrs. C. whispered, curling into my arms. "No woman likes to be fucked and left lying there with come all over her." She wiggled against me, smearing my copious emissions against my flushed skin.

"But Jennifer; she saw...I don't know how much, but for sure she saw me coming...."

"And she liked what she saw, too," Mrs. C. said comfortably, nuzzling my sweaty neck. Shivers racked my glowing body. "Did you notice that she had her hand in her panties? I think she liked it a lot, although she's not ready to admit it yet. She'll come around. In the meantime, now we don't have to worry about telling her, do we?"

"Telling her?" I said stupidly. "You were planning to TELL her?"

"Of course, silly." She reached down and squeezed my deflated prick. "You can't keep something like that a secret for long." She grasped the base of my cock between thumb and forefinger and shook it like a noodle. It traitorously began to rise once again. "Now kiss me like you mean it. I know you haven't had enough yet."

I ravaged her mouth with my tongue and felt my cock stiffen in her hand. "You're so horny, Jack. Did you really think my virgin daughter would be able to satisfy you all by herself?"

We made out on the couch until I was once again frantic with lust. I wanted nothing more than to plunge my full length into her steamy snatch once more.

"Enough!" she finally said, pushing me away. "It's getting late, and you should be getting home before your parents get worried."

"Noooo!" I groaned. "Couldn't we just, uh, do it one more time?" After what we'd already done, it didn't seem like it would make things any worse to do it again.

"We could," she mused, "but I think it would probably end the same way. With you squirting another load into me. That's not what you were supposed to learn tonight."

"I pulled out in time last time," I protested.

"Maybe you thought you did, but you really didn't. Go ahead; put your finger in me and you'll see."

I cupped her syrupy mound in my hand and slipped my middle finger into her. Come leaked out around my probing finger.

"Some of that is me, and some of it is you, Jack. What you need to learn is that when you think you're just about to come -- you're already coming. We really have to work on that."

My mouth went dry at the thought of the consequences of coming in Mrs. C's apparently unprotected cunt. But my cock was still raging. I desperately wanted to fuck her again, regardless of consequences.

"I really should let you sweat it out for a couple of weeks," Mrs. C. continued, "and if you had done this to Jennifer that's exactly what you would be doing. But I'll let you off the hook this time. I'm not fertile at the moment. So all that sperm you pumped into me is not going to cause a problem."

Waves of relief washed over me. "So we can do it again?" I croaked.

"You horn dog," she giggled, squeezing my dick harder. "Against my better judgment, I guess I can help you with your little problem one more time. But not here. We both need a shower, so we might as well kill two birds with one stone."

She rolled across me, stood and pulled me to my feet. I followed her to the bathroom, her hand on my stiff prick. Inside, she closed and locked the door. "No interruptions this time," she chuckled. She settled her come-glazed body onto the toilet seat. "Pardon me, but I really need to pee. And I know you'd like to watch, wouldn't you?"

Numbly I dropped to my knees and she obligingly parted her slim thighs so I could see clearly as she released a golden stream of urine into the toilet. It was an amazingly erotic sight. I never actually realized where a woman's pee-hole was. My cock throbbed, even though my own bladder was full to bursting. She finished and daintily blotted herself with a wad of tissue.

"Oh, Sweetie," she purred. "You need to pee too, but you can't with your cock in that state, can you? Poor baby. Let's get into the shower and see if we can fix that."

She turned the shower on and adjusted the water flow, and with steam billowing around us we stepped in together. She came into my arms and kissed me fervently. The feel of her wet body in my arms was heavenly. My cock rubbed against her slippery belly as she handed me a bar of soap and turned her back to me. "Wash me," she ordered.

I rubbed the soap against her wet body and washed her thoroughly from head to toe, particularly enjoying the feel of her plump breasts and erect nipples, her rounded ass, and her furry mound. After a time we switched positions and she returned the favor, finishing up by thoroughly exploring my cock and balls with soapy hands and even slipping a slender finger into my clenched asshole. I knew that shouldn't have felt good. But it really did. My cock became even harder, if that was possible.

"Now Jack, I'm starting to wonder if you may be a bit too much for me," she said, turning me to face her and holding my rampant cock in her hand. "Honestly, what I would like most right now is to fall into bed and sleep for a week. But I guess I sort of promised to get you off one more time—"

She sank to her knees and took my cock into her mouth as the warm water played over us. She firmly cupped my balls in one hand and teased my asshole with the other as she bobbed up and down on my dick. I combed my fingers through her tangled blond hair as she deep-throated me. Time seemed to stand still as she slowly increased the tempo, and when I suddenly realized that she had worked two fingers into my ass, and was taking nearly my full length into her mouth at every stroke I knew I was at the point of no return. "I'm coming!" I shouted, pulling back to extract my cock from her greedy mouth. Her fingers worked my asshole expertly as burning wads of come blasted onto her face, only to be washed away by the shower spray. She grabbed my cock with her free hand and milked me dry, even as the fingers of her other hand busily massaged my prostate gland. I shuddered as the last drop of my load oozed out the tip of my prick.

She stood and embraced me but turned her cheek when I tried to kiss her. "So do you think you pulled out in time, Jack?" she said, her eyes glinting mischievously.

"Yes," I moaned. "I didn't want to but I did."

"No, you didn't," she said. "Look here." She opened her mouth, revealing a substantial wad of my slimy come on her tongue. "That was your first shot. Right into my mouth."

She kissed me then, letting my salty load dribble into my mouth. "You bad, bad, boy. Obviously you are going to need another lesson."



Seducing Jennifer Pt. 06



Out of the shower we dried each other off with fluffy towels. Mrs. C. spent some time brushing my long black hair. I in turn was fascinated with her pale blonde locks. Then before we got dressed Mrs. C. stood behind me at the toilet and held my cock while I drained my bursting bladder. "I always wondered what it would feel like to do that," she giggled happily. We crept back out into the living room to retrieve our clothes. I could not resist fondling each of her most irresistible parts before they were once again covered by clothing.

At the door she stood on tiptoe to kiss me goodnight. "I wish you could stay," she sighed, tracing the line of my shirt-buttons with her forefinger. "But I'm afraid things are going to be a bit awkward with Jennifer until she gets her jealousy under control. She'll get over it, don't worry."

I had my doubts about that, but guiltily realized that pacifying Jennifer was no longer my primary concern. "When can I see you again?" I rasped, holding her tightly against me.

"I think you better not come over again this week," she said. "But keep the weekend free. I'll try to arrange something...just for the two of us, OK?"

My head was spinning as she gently pushed me out the door and closed it after me. I walked through darkened city streets towards my parents' home, my feet barely touching the ground. I had actually done it! I had fucked a beautiful mature white woman, and satisfied her. And I had pumped my hot load directly into her tight pussy. Twice. I couldn't wait to do it again. Guilt washed over me when I thought of Jennifer's tear-stained face, contorted with horror as she watched me jetting my thick load over her mother's belly and breasts, my bronze body straining against her pale whiteness.

So I tried not to think about it. It's been said that a hard dick has no conscience. Somebody had figured that right.

The rest of the week dragged by. I was in torment. Jennifer avoided me like the plague. She did not wait for me after school, and I missed walking her home. I wasn't even sure she went to school, because I never saw her. I wondered if I would ever see either Jennifer or her mother again. I ached all over, like I had the flu, and when Friday came around I was in agony. I had not jerked off all week, even though dreams of Mrs. C's firm, compact little body filled my nights. I had told my parents that I would be spending the weekend at a friend's house, so I was covered if...Oh, who was I fooling? I hadn't heard anything from her since that fateful evening, and I suspected that she had regretted what we did and didn't want to repeat it. Or maybe her agenda had been merely to break Jennifer and me up. I wondered if I would ever have sex again. Maybe I should consider the priesthood. Or a monastery. Or just a long walk on a short pier.

After school on Friday I morosely started dragging myself toward home after waiting forlornly outside the school gates for half an hour, enduring abuse from other departing seniors. As the school's only native-American student, I regularly heard all the tired old racial slurs from the white crowd, and the black one too, for that matter. They thought it was the height of humor, and I mostly ignored it, although when one of the jocks shouted, "Whachoo waiting for, Chief? Is there a rain dance scheduled for tonight?" I raised my fist over my head and extended my middle finger. Fuck them. If they wanted to make an issue of it I was ready to take them all on. 

It was truly over with Jennifer and her mother too. I had begun to wonder if I had just imagined the whole thing. Maybe I was insane. It was all too surreal to be true. I wanted to die. Just as tears of despair started to sting my eyes, a small car swerved to the kerb in front of me. "Get in quick, Jacky!" Mrs. C. hissed. "And keep your head down until we get out of town. We're on our way to a dirty weekend!"

I stumbled into the passenger seat of the car and laid my head on her lap. She was still wearing her work clothes; a white blouse and short black skirt. She had unpinned her normally severely coiffed hair and her lovely blonde locks cascaded over her shoulders. "Sorry I'm late, Sweetie. The little pervert decided he wanted me to take dictation at the last minute. Emphasis on the 'dick,' naturally. But forget that. I got us the company lake house for the weekend!" She combed her slender fingers through my wind-tangled hair and I catapulted out of despair straight into heaven.

Shyly I put one hand on her knee, and when she didn't object, stroked her slender thigh under her skirt. I worked my way up toward her pussy. I was somewhat disappointed to find that she was wearing pantyhose, but when my fingers sought out her hot spot she moaned and parted her legs further to allow me easier access. "So have you thought about what we might do to pass the time this weekend?" she asked. "We have two nights and all day tomorrow...whatever will we do to occupy ourselves?"

"We could make love," I said, blushing. I was still having trouble believing that I had actually had my cock in this gorgeous white woman's hot pussy only a few days ago.

"We could," she said, "but that doesn't seem to take long. So what else could we do?"

"I just want to hold you in my arms all night long," I mumbled. I had pushed her skirt up and was nuzzling her crotch, which was rapidly dampening.

"Well, I've prepared a few surprises just in case you get bored with that," she said. "But for now, what you're doing is quite distracting and I am having trouble keeping this car on the road. I think you better sit up now."

I sat up, but kept one hand on her thigh even though she held her legs tight together to keep my hand away from her pussy. "So tell me the truth, Jacky," she said. "Did you think about me when you jerked off this week?"

"I didn't!" I protested. "Not even once. But I dreamed about what we did...every night."

"So I guess you have a super-big load saved up for me, huh," she said dryly. "I'm sorry to have to say that you're not going to be able to fill up my pussy with it. Wrong time of the month. And the pills are not yet effective, so whatever will we do about that?"

"It's OK," I said, my heart sinking like a lead slug into my stomach. "I just want to be with you. Even if we can't...."

She reached over and caressed my raging boner through my pants. "Just teasing, Jackie. Even if my pussy is off-limits, you should know by now that there are other ways we can satisfy each other. So why don't we start with you telling me how you imagined this weekend would go?"

"Well, uh, I wasn't even sure this was going to happen, so..."

"Well, it's happening, and I know you haven't been thinking about much of anything else, so tell me what you were hoping for."

"I guess I was hoping that we would," I gulped, "lock ourselves in a room somewhere and start kissing...and then we would undress each other and get in bed and...DO it."

She sighed. "Shows lack of imagination, Jack dear. Maybe that's what we would do if we were in a hurry. But we're not." She squeezed my dick. "Oh, I know YOU are. And you'll get what you want eventually. But here's the way I imagined it. First thing, we'll do a little review and mid-term exam. For that, I'm not going to be the teacher any more, OK? You'll take the lead and I'll just be your little virgin teenage girlfriend. And we'll see what you've learned about control and responsibility. You'll have to seduce me, and --" she winked at me and squeezed my hard cock again, "I'm not going to make it easy for you."

"OK," I said, intrigued. "When do we start?"

In reply she swerved the car off the road into a shaded picnic area. She shut off the engine and leaned over to nestle her head on my shoulder. "We're in love and we want each other desperately," she whispered into my ear. "We've messed around a little but not much, and I'm scared of going all the way. But I know there are other girls who will, and I don't want to lose you..."

I turned my head and kissed her until she timidly opened her lips and invited my tongue into her mouth. I groaned when our tongues touched, and put my hand on her breast. She gently removed it. "Not here, Jacky. Someone might see. I don't want to get a slutty reputation. We'll have some privacy when we get to Daddy's lake house, so why don't you get this car back on the road so we can be alone?" She pushed away from me, got out of the car, and walked around to the passenger side. I moved over to the driver's side as she got into the passenger seat, fastened her safety belt, and primly crossed her long slender legs. I fumbled with the keys, got the engine started, and nervously pulled out onto the single-lane road, fully aware that I did not have a driver's license and wondering what would happen if a cop came along.

I drove in silence for a few minutes, then reached for her knee. She slapped my hand. "Keep your mind on the road, Jacky," she smiled. "I'll tell you where to turn off." She started fiddling with the radio, finding a romantic oldies station, and humming along with the music.

We drove on for what seemed like an eternity, and I longed to take her firm body in my arms, but she wouldn't even let me hold her hand. "Mrs. C.," I said, "are you sure you know where this place is?"

"Yes, I'm sure, Jacky, and if this is going to work I think you had better start calling me 'Anna.'" She giggled girlishly and patted my thigh.

"Anna," I said, savoring the word on my tongue. "I love you, Anna."

"And I love you, Jacky," she murmured. My heart leapt in my chest. This was really going to happen!

At length she directed me to turn off onto a nearly invisible unpaved lane and we proceeded another few miles over the bumpy road through thick forest until a clearing suddenly opened up to reveal a large log house with soaring gables perched on a bluff overlooking the lake. It was beautiful and peaceful, but I had eyes only for Anna as we pulled up by the front door. I shut off the engine and jumped out, ran around to the passenger side, and helped her out. She came naturally into my arms and lifted her face to be kissed. The kiss deepened, but then her small hands were fluttering against my chest. "Let's go inside and explore, Jacky. We have to pick out our, uh," she blushed, "bedroom. We should probably sleep in separate rooms. But I get scared, alone at night out here in the big woods..."

I took her hand and led her to the massive front doors, which she unlocked with a key from her purse. The doors creaked open and I started inside, awestruck by the cavernous front room capped by an open-beam ceiling twenty feet or more above. Then I noticed that she was still waiting expectantly out on the porch. "Aren't you going to carry me across the threshold?" she asked, blushing again. "Make me feel like a bride, Jacky."

When I lifted her into my arms she felt so fragile and defenseless a tear came to my eye. "I'm afraid, Jacky," she whispered. "No matter what happens, you'll still love me, right?"

"I'll always love you, Anna," I said, stepping over the threshold. "Always and forever." I carried her to a massive leather couch and gently set her down, then knelt in front of her, holding her hands in mine. She leaned forward and kissed me. I eyed the wide couch. "This thing is big enough to sleep on," I remarked. "Maybe we should take a nap right here."

"Maybe we should save that for later," Anna said briskly, rising to her feet. I put my arms around her waist and nuzzled at her crotch. "Oh, stop, Jacky!" she giggled breathlessly. "You have such a one-track mind. Let's look around first. I want to give you the grand tour."

The grand tour I wanted most started and ended with her delicious alabaster body, but I followed her from room to room, holding her sweaty little hand in mine. The downstairs was mostly one big room, with a well-equipped kitchen at one end and a huge fireplace at the other. Upstairs there were four large bedrooms. The master bedroom featured an enormous four-poster bed and a Jacuzzi tub on the balcony overlooking the lake. I opened the sliding glass doors out onto the balcony and gazed out at the lake. "This is amazing," I exclaimed. Anna nestled against me, putting her arm around my waist. I turned toward her and kissed her. "But not as amazing as you."

When I started to unbutton her blouse, marveling at the whiteness of her skin, she pushed me away. "I really need a shower," she said. "Why don't you go get my overnight bag out of the car while I freshen up?"

"Why don't we freshen up together?" I retorted, trying to pull her back into my arms. My balls were already aching with desire.

"Don't rush me, Jacky. Give me time to relax, OK?"

I sighed and kissed her again, then sent her into the bathroom with a pat on the bottom and trotted back to the car to retrieve her overnight bag. When I got back to the room I saw her clothes in a pile outside the bathroom door, which was slightly ajar. I heard the sound of the shower, and steam curled out around the door. I dropped the bag and picked up her white cotton panties off the floor and held them to my nose, breathing in the scent of her pussy. So intoxicating. I peeped through the crack in the door, hoping to catch a glimpse of her naked body but the room was filled with steam and the glass shower enclosure completely obscured with condensation. I should just slip into the shower with her, and maybe one thing would lead to another... I was fumbling with my clothes when the shower stopped and a slender arm reached out through the partially open doorway, snatched the overnight bag, and withdrew. Immediately the door slammed shut and I heard the click of the lock.

"I'll be a few minutes," she chirped from behind the locked door. "Why don't you shower in one of the other bathrooms while you wait?"

I groaned in frustration. This was not going at all well. I realized that Mrs. C. intended to remain fully in character and if I wanted to get into her pants I was going to have to take charge. Or wait until this particular game was over. Maybe she wanted me to wait, showing how patient I could be. Or maybe she wanted me to just throw her down on the bed and fuck her. I peeled off my sweaty clothes and dropped them on top of her discarded skirt and blouse. I had trouble getting my underwear off because of my stubborn erection, and when I was naked I sat on the end of the bed and held her panties to my nose once again, inhaling deeply. I wrapped her panties around my cock and stroked up and down a few times, bringing up the vivid memory of us on the couch in her living room, with her above me, sliding up and down on my rigid pole. I could clearly see the way her little pussy was stretched around my rod, riding up and down it like an elevator. I could almost hear her moans of pleasure when I bottomed out in her tight sheath...the long moments when I was on the brink of coming...I stroked faster, breathing heavily. I knew I would come soon if I didn't stop. I should stop.

I heard the sound of a blow-drier in the bathroom. Damn! She was actually going to waste more time drying her hair? Then what? My vague hope that she would soon emerge damp and naked from the bathroom evaporated. It looked like I would have to be patient, but that was going to be impossible with this load of come boiling in my balls. Perhaps I could just relieve the pressure enough to make it through the next few hours...I licked the crotch of her panties, garnering a small taste of her, then held them over the end of my cock while I stroked energetically with the other hand. And found that I could not come.

I pumped faster, trembling with frustration, trying to recapture the feeling of Anna's hot, wet pussy grasping my cock. It wasn't working...I was close, but not quite there. I clenched my eyes tight and whispered, "I love you Anna, and I want to come in your pussy...I'm going to come inside you, lover...I'm coming inside you right now..." The come rose slowly in my shaft as I continued to fist it desperately, concentrating on pretending I was about to shoot my hot load into Anna's grasping pussy, and at last I was rewarded with a watery spurt of pre-come which I directed into the crotch of Anna's panties.

"Oh my GOD what are you DOING?" Anna screamed. Startled, I stopped in mid-stroke and opened my eyes to see Anna framed in the bathroom doorway, fully clad in a sexy little summer frock. A second shot of sticky come leapt from my cock and landed on her panties. Her eyes widened further when she exclaimed, "And are those my UNDERPANTS? Oh God that is SO disgusting!" She retreated into the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it again. "I want to go HOME!" she wailed from behind the door. "I want to go home RIGHT NOW!"



Seducing Jennifer Pt. 07



To my loyal readers, of which there are far more than I expected to find: I have a confession to make. These stories are not perfect. There are some major flaws, which comes from being in too much of a hurry to publish.

First, I neglected to mention that Jack is a Native American. Oh well. When race is not specified, we generally tend to assume that it corresponds with our own. I don't suppose this is generally an important issue, but it may affect the reader's mental picture of the character. Who is tall, bronze, and has long black hair.

Second, I had no idea where this story was going when I started. Wasn't even sure it was going to have more than one or two parts. I just felt like creating a sexual fantasy. But then it sprouted and grew...and now it really is going somewhere. If I had known where it was going I would have included some hints in the first six segments. But I didn't, and it's too late now, so on we go and I think you'll be surprised at where the journey takes us....(And don't worry; there WILL be plenty of sex along the way.)





I flung myself back on the bed, groaning with frustration. Another wad of come oozed from the head of my cock and landed on my belly. Absently I wiped it up with Anna's panties. Clearly I had failed another test. And had not even managed to relieve the pressure in my balls. I was losing ground rather than getting closer to what I wanted most. Now she was more frightened than ever, and I had to try to repair the damage.

I got up and put my clothes back on, then tapped lightly on the bathroom door. "Jennifer?" I called. Oh shit. Real Freudian slip there. "I mean, Anna? I'm so sorry you saw that, honey. Please give me a chance to make it up to you."

"Go away!" Muffled sniffles. "I'm so embarrassed I could die!"

"Just give me a chance," I pleaded. "We'll make supper together, and then if you still want to go home we'll go, OK?"

Silence. I rattled the bathroom doorknob and to my surprise the door swung open. Either she had unlocked it or it was never really locked...was this an invitation or an accident? I took a chance and went in. Anna was huddled on a velvet boudoir chair, her face in her hands. "Get out," she said between her fingers.

I crossed the room and kissed the top of her blond head. Her hair smelled clean and fresh, and she had combed and dried it in a different style than she usually wore, making her look even younger. Normally she could pass as Jennifer's sister. Now she might pass as Jennifer's younger sister. "I know you're scared, honey. But remember I love you, and I'd never ever hurt you, OK? We won't do anything you don't want to do. I promise."

She dropped her hands from her face and put her arms around my waist, still avoiding my eyes. "Maybe I'm more worried about things I WANT to do," she said. "Oh Jack. I love you so much...but I'm so scared...if we make one mistake it could ruin both our lives."

"Then we won't make any mistakes," I said stoutly. "Come on now. Let's go see what we can do about supper."

She squeezed my waist hard and let go. "Why don't I see about supper while you take a shower," she said, standing and placing both hands on my chest. "There are some dressing robes in the closet, since you didn't bring any extra clothes."

"You could stay and wash my back," I suggested.

"Or not," she said, easing past me toward the door. I caught her by the hand and pulled her back into my embrace, kissing her soundly before letting her go. "I'll see you for dinner then," she said with a smile. "Be sure to dress appropriately."

I took a quick shower, resisting the temptation to bring myself off with a soapy hand, and dressed in an expensive-looking embroidered silk robe I found in the bedroom closet. I sat on the edge of the bed to compose myself before going downstairs. How to proceed? Anna's mixed signals were driving me crazy. What did she really want? Or, more importantly, what was she pretending to want in her role as Little Virgin Annie?

I padded downstairs just as the sun was setting, filling the room with a fiery glow. Anna was busily working over the stove when I came up behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and kissed the back of her neck. She shivered and I don't think I was imagining it when she lightly ground her tight little ass against my thigh. I slid my hands up her slender waist and cupped her breasts before she protested. "Jack!" she squealed, "You're distracting me! If you want to help, go start the fire and we'll eat by the fireplace."

I boldly tweaked her nipples before turning toward the fireplace. She hadn't been wearing a bra! Had she left off the panties too? My cock began to rise, and I tried to think of something less exciting. Like snow. Cold and wet. Big snowstorm. What the old people called the Starving Moon. Blizzard. Curling up with Anna before a blazing fire in a blizzard. The People spent much of the Starving Moon fucking their brains out, because there was nothing else to do. Damnation. It wasn't working, and the robe was not designed to hide an erection.

I got the fire going without incident, since someone had left it expertly laid with kindling and everything in place. And naturally a Skin like me would be good at starting fires. Ha ha. I sat down on the soft leather couch and stared at the leaping flames. And tried not to think about what was probably not going to happen that night.

"Dinner's ready," Anna called from the kitchen. I stood up, hastily retying the belt of my robe in an attempt to conceal my hard-on, and she met me carrying a large silver tray containing two plates and two stemmed glasses filled with deep red liquid. Luckily it had become quite dark in the room, the flames from the fire providing the only light, which helped conceal my boner but reflected enchantingly off her pale skin. I took the tray from her and set it on the massive coffee table, then seated her at the end of the couch and myself close beside her. Best not to give her a chance to put distance between us. I handed her a plate and took one for myself.

"This looks really good," I said. "How did you ever put together a meal like this so quickly?" It looked like some kind of stew over noodles, with small heaps of peas and mushrooms next to it. It smelled wonderful, and I suddenly realized how hungry I was.

Anna stifled a giggle. "It's Boeuf Bourguignon. My specialty." Then in a lower voice, "Also a specialty of Lean Cuisine."

"I'm sure yours is a thousand times better than theirs." I leaned over and caressed her earlobe with my tongue. Her tiny diamond earring flashed red and gold in the firelight. She flinched and turned her head to meet my lips.

"You haven't even tasted it yet," she said against my mouth. I captured her lips with mine, stroking them with the tip of my tongue. Then my plate and silverware clattered and nearly dumped in my lap.

I grabbed for it, barely preventing a major disaster. "It's the best thing I ever tasted," I said shakily.

Anna laughed out loud, her silvery voice eliciting a pronounced reaction in my dick. "You still haven't tasted it."

"I wasn't talking about the food." I leaned over to taste her again and she turned her head.

"Well, let's talk about the food then. Taste it."

I took a small forkful and put it in my mouth. Wonderful flavors had my taste-buds standing up and howling at the moon. "Oh, this IS good. But not as good as the other."

"You're a disgrace," she giggled. "Now try the wine. I think it's really expensive."

I carefully picked up the crystal glass, sniffed at the liquid, and took a sip. I nearly choked. It was vile. Of course I had never drunk wine before, but I had expected something sweeter. More like grape juice and less like something spoiled.

"Amusingly audacious with a hint of rotten persimmon," I said, stifling a cough. The second sip didn't taste nearly as foul, though.

"You're so silly." She raised her glass and clinked it against mine. "To us," she said, taking a sip. "Ooooh. Yuck. It looks much nicer than it tastes, doesn't it."

"You'll learn to like it," I said with an air of experience. "And besides, it's really expensive so we shouldn't waste it. Take another sip and see if it doesn't taste better."

She tried another taste, wrinkling her pretty nose as she swallowed. "I guess it's not so bad." She was going Little Virgin Annie all the way. But I had high hopes of converting her back to horny Mrs. C.

We finished our dinners in silence, and I took the plates back to the kitchen and refilled our wine glasses. I sat back down next to her and we sat for long moments, sipping wine and gazing at the fire.

She drained her glass and set it down before resting her head on my shoulder. The scent of her pale golden hair was intoxicating. "I'm sorry I freaked out earlier," she said, stroking my thigh lightly. "I guess I knew that boys did that. It was just such a shock...and I panicked..."

I slid my arm behind her and pulled her into my lap. She tugged her skirt down to keep it from riding up and settled in, pressing her hip against my throbbing cock. "I'm sorry for scaring you that way. It's just that you were in the shower, naked, and I was imagining what it would be like to be in there with you –"

"I was imagining it too," she said shyly. "Maybe I was kind of hoping you would just come in and join me."

"You were?" I said, astounded. Big-time missed cue, Buck-O. You dumb bastard. That's why she left the door cracked open.

"Oh, Jacky," she sighed, burrowing her face into my neck. She licked my neck and nipped at the skin. Shivers raced through my body and vibrated in my dick. "I know we're here for privacy so we can do, uh, things. Sex things. But I'm not sure I'm ready to go all the way, and I know that's what you want, and I don't want to disappoint you...."

"I'm just happy to be with you," I said firmly. "Anywhere, anytime, anyplace. When we're apart I can't stop thinking about you. And when we're together, I can't stop thinking about...this." I touched my lips to hers. The kiss deepened and became all-consuming. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I took advantage of the opportunity to slide my hand under the hem of her skirt. When she pulled away we were both breathing hard.

"When you kiss me I can't think straight," she whispered, looking deep into my eyes. "I start feeling all liquid inside." My fingers crept up her thigh, reaching the satiny skin near her mound where I hoped I would not find a panty-barrier. Her hand came down atop mine, inhibiting progress. "But I have to wonder: Why is your hand under my skirt?"

"Because I want to touch you," I said, meeting her gaze. "I want to show you something you will really like."

"Like what you showed me upstairs?"

"No, you didn't seem to like that very much. This is just for you. Don't you ever touch yourself there?"

"No!" I could see the color rising in her face, deepened by the flickering fire-light. "Well, once or twice. But only a little. It felt...scary. But a little nice." She removed her restraining hand and slipped it into the top of my robe.

I slid my hand up further and encountered her silky bush. No panties! I stroked it with my fingertips and she shuddered. Our lips met again as I traced her moist slit, gradually parting the lips and bathing my fingertip in the hot wetness of her entrance. I wanted to push my finger into her, but resisted the impulse, stroking upward instead to find her hooded clitoris.

"Oh Jack!" she sighed into my mouth, "That feels so much nicer than when I do it. Which I never do."

I rocked her clitty gently with my fingertip, then descended to gather more moisture. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, my own matching hers beat for beat. Her clit emerged from its hood, and I massaged it with two fingers, taking care to keep it well-lubricated. After several minutes of this we were both panting, I was getting cramps in my hand from the awkward position, and sweat was trickling out of my hairline. "It's getting hot in here," I croaked. "Maybe we should lie down." I lay back on the couch, pulling her on top of me. That turned out to be not such a good move, because it made her pussy inaccessible to my hand. It did, however, put her mound in contact with my raging boner.

She rocked against me while we kissed, rubbing her hot mound along my cock. She broke for air, gasping. "My dress is going to get all wrinkled."

I wasn't going to miss that cue. "That's why you should take it off."

"Only if you take yours off," she said, standing up. This sounded a lot more like the Mrs. C. I knew. I stood up too and dropped my robe to the floor. Staring gravely into my eyes, she unbuttoned the straps of her dress and stepped out of it. I took her in my arms and molded her glorious body against mine.

"Oh, you're so beautiful," I said, claiming her lips once again. When her knees began to tremble I lifted her in my arms and laid her down on the couch, quickly lying down next to her. She rested her head on my shoulder as I gently kneaded her exposed breast, her nipple taut against my palm. I bowed my head and took it into my mouth as my hand wandered down her flat stomach to her humid snatch. She responded by circling the head of my cock with her slim fingers.

"It's so soft!" she said, wonderment in her voice.

I hesitated, non-plussed. "I'm afraid that's as hard as it gets. Trust me. If it got any harder it would burst."

She giggled with an edge of hysteria and withdrew her hand. "You know what I mean, silly."

"Oh, I get it. Well, it's also very sensitive, and it feels very good when you touch it like that. And lonely when you don't."

Her fingers found the head of my cock again and squeezed it gently. "Like that?"

"You can stroke it up and down too," I told her, dipping a fingertip into her, a little further this time. She stroked my cock awkwardly while I played with her clitty, delving a little deeper into her pussy each time I needed more moisture. She licked and sucked at my neck and I could feel the tension increasing in her body.

"Oh God, Jack, you've got me in a state," she finally moaned. "I feel like I'm climbing a mountain, but not quite reaching the top...maybe we should stop and cool off a little. My head is spinning. I feel like I might faint."

I pulled my arm out from behind her neck and positioned myself above her. She clamped her legs together beneath me, and I slid down and kissed my way across her neck, collarbones, and breasts, suckling at both nipples until she moaned and squirmed. Continuing the descent, I traced my tongue across her stomach, explored her navel, and tickled the pale hair at the top of her bush, before taking her hips in my two hands and raising her mound to my face, inhaling deeply.

"Jack," she said plaintively, "that's not helping. It's also kind of nasty..."

I noticed that, despite her protestations, her thighs were parting to allow my face better access. I extended my tongue and flicked the hood of her clit. She gasped and tried to sit up, but I held firm, running my tongue down her juicy slit and right into her hot snatch. Then up to her clit again, circling it, and finally taking it between my lips and sucking it gently. She squirmed frantically, first as if she were trying to get away, then as if she were trying to get more of herself into my mouth. I sucked harder until she bucked and ground herself against my face, stifling a scream. I slid my finger into her, but she was so tight I couldn't get in past the second knuckle before she shuddered, groaning, and I felt a powerful ring of muscle contracting around my finger, rippling, and finally expelling it with a small pop.

I pulled myself up and took her in my arms, kissing her forehead and the corners of her eyes, where I found salty teardrops. "Oh, Jack," she sighed, "I got to the top of the mountain...and fell off a cliff. What happened?"

"It's called 'orgasm,'" I said, trying not to sound officious but playing my part as best I could. "And that was just a little one. It will only get better."

"If it gets any better I will die. I'm beginning to understand what all the fuss is about." She snuggled against me as her heartbeat slowed. The tip of my leaking prick was barely touching her pussy. I longed to thrust upwards, impaling her, but resisted. Perhaps she would let me get just the head in...

"I want to make you feel that way," she murmured, reaching down to grasp my cock. "But I don't know what to do. Tell me what to do, Jack."



Seducing Jennifer Pt. 08



The fire was dying down and it was getting cooler. "Let's go upstairs and get in bed," I suggested. "It will be more comfortable." We walked up the stairs hand in hand, stopping to kiss a few times before we entered the master bedroom. We took turns in the bathroom, and I opened the glass doors to let the chilly breeze in and turned out the lights except for one dim bedside lamp.

We climbed into the bed on opposite sides but immediately met in the center. "It's cold!" Anna giggled nervously as I took her slim body into my arms. We kissed and ran our hands all over each other's naked bodies until we got warm again.

I cleared my throat. "You mentioned doing something for me..." I hinted.

"But now I'm sleepy," Anna pouted.

"Please," I begged. My cock was pressed against her smooth thighs, aching miserably. She reached down and grasped it, making me moan with desire. She tugged clumsily at my cock as I covered her neck, shoulders and breasts with hot kisses. After a time I had to admit to myself that this was never going to bring me off.

"My hand is cramping, Jacky," she finally said, timidly. "Am I doing it right? Are you almost there?"

"Um, not really," I admitted. "It would help if there were some lubrication. Like there would be if I was...inside you."

"We can't do that, Sweetie. It's not safe, and besides, it would never fit. It hurt when you just put your finger in me."

"You could use your mouth," I suggested. My cock twitched in anticipation.

"I'll try but I can't promise anything," she said faintly. "But you don't get to watch." She slid down, pulling the quilts over her head.

"You watched when I was doing it to you."

"Did NOT!" She grasped my cock at the base and I felt her small pointy tongue tentatively licking around the crown of my cock. "And even if I tried to peek, which I didn't, I couldn't see anything with your head in the way." After more cautious licking, she opened her mouth and took the head of my cock in, moving her hand up and down, trying to jerk me off into her mouth. My cock slowly became slick with saliva and pre-come, and I held her breasts as she sucked me. I desperately needed to come, but it wasn't going to happen soon. I pushed my hips toward her face, but she gagged and pulled back. I groaned with frustration.

"I'm sorry, Jacky. I guess I'm not good at this. Maybe tomorrow..."

"Let's try something else," I said hurriedly. I threw back the covers and pulled her up so that she was straddling my hips, her sopping slit hot against my cock. I held her pert ass in my hands, guiding her as she slid back and forth along my straining rod, feeling my cock head bump her clit with each stroke.

"I like that," she whispered into my neck. I liked it too. I lengthened the stroke so that I could feel the heat of her entrance when she was at the top of her slide. The tempo of our humping increased as did our breathing, becoming more and more reckless until the tip of my cock was penetrating her slightly each time. She was so tight, but I could tell that one well-timed thrust would seat the head of my cock within her. It was all I could do to resist the temptation. Our bodies became slick with perspiration as we ground our hips together. "Oh, Jacky," she gasped. "I'm climbing the mountain really fast. Wouldn't it be nice if we could get to the top together?"

We didn't quite manage that, but when she convulsed in my arms and froze at the top of her slide the head of my cock popped completely into her. I tried to press her hips down, but she resisted. When she finished shuddering, she lifted her hips and my cock slid out of her. She moved to kneel between my legs and took my cock into her mouth once again. This time she managed to take a little more, and in moments I felt an insistent tingle that meant an explosion was imminent. "That's it, Anna! You're going to make me come!"

"What?" She lifted her head and looked directly into my eyes, still holding my cock in her tiny hand. "What should I do?"

"Just don't stop!" I groaned as the first shot surged through my overheated cock and hit her under the chin.

"Oh!" She pumped at my shaft while raptly holding my gaze. "I'm doing it, Jacky! I'm making you come!" Thick ropes of come looped across her breasts and she kept stroking until I was milked dry. She sat back, cupping her breasts and looking at the strings of come dribbling down her body. "I'm all sticky," she said wonderingly. "Is that what you wanted to put inside me, Jacky?"

"Come here," I said hoarsely, pulling her on top of me for a deep kiss. "I love you, Anna. That was the most exciting thing I have ever done." I licked the come off her throat, continuing down to clean up her breasts and belly, finally pulling her hips up to my face for a thorough tongue bath. As my tongue parted her pussy lips she moaned and pulled away.

"I'm all sweaty down there, Jacky," she moaned. "At least let me wash up before you – "

I plunged my tongue into her tight hole, lapping at the juices inside her. "You taste delicious," I mumbled. She came again, moments later, grinding herself against my face and shrieking with pleasure before sliding down and collapsing against me, licking her emissions from my face.

"Thank you, Jacky," she said drowsily. "I will never forget this night. Never."

"My cock was inside you, for a few seconds," I whispered.

"I know. It hurt, but I wanted more. Maybe someday..."

"Count on it," I told her tenderly.



Seducing Jennifer Pt. 09



Okay, dedicated readers. I hate to bitch but I've noticed that the vast majority of you are not voting. I know I don't vote as much as I should, but I feel like if I can't give someone a 5 or at least a 4, it's possibly better not to vote at all. If that's the case with the rest of you, I really wish you would at least give me a hint as to why you can't give me a 5. I welcome constructive criticism. And my ego welcomes massaging.





I held her in my arms all night, reveling in the feel of her small naked body molded against mine. We awoke several times to kiss and caress each other, but were too sleepy to do anything serious, even though my cock was soon hard and throbbing again and she was wet with desire.

When the first faint glow of dawn lit the room, we awoke looking into each other's eyes, foolish grins lighting our faces. "Morning, lover," she whispered. "A brand-new day, all for us. And today I'm no longer a frightened virgin. But I'd still like you to call me Anna."

I stroked her cheek with my hand. "I think you lost your virginity sometime last night."

"Not quite, but you were close to popping me," she giggled. "You showed remarkable restraint, Jack. Most guys would have rammed it all the way in and apologized later. If they apologized at all. And you didn't even come in my mouth when you had the chance. So you get A+ for self-control. You've come a long way since...well, you know." She grinned slyly. "You're almost ready to initiate a real virgin. But there are a few things we need to work on..."

"Like not getting caught jerking off into your panties," I said, my ears burning. She grasped my cock, which of course was rock-hard and ready for action.

"Not really, honey. Seeing that made me so hot I had to run back into the bathroom to get myself off. If I hadn't been playing Miss Innocent I would have jumped on you and sucked out every drop. And when I failed to lock the door, you should have come in after me, scolded me for being a prude, and carried me out to the bed to have your way with me. Girls who don't know need to be taught. Now, you've got me sopping wet again. So what are we going to do about it?"

I crushed her against me and kissed her hungrily, then rolled her onto her back and began a slow journey toward her pussy. Before I reached my goal she crossed her legs. "Lie on your back," she ordered. Apparently Little Virgin Annie had evaporated with the morning sun. She sat up, leaned down to take my cock in her mouth, and thrust her pussy into my face, her slim thighs over my shoulders. I nuzzled at her dripping snatch while she sucked my cock vigorously, tugging on my balls with one hand and teasing my asshole with the other. The distraction of eating her pussy was enough to delay my orgasm, and when I licked down her slit and plunged my tongue first into her hot snatch and then into her puckered asshole, she dropped my cock and ground herself against my face, her thighs quivering as she came all over my face. She rolled off me and switched ends again, cuddling against me as her ragged breathing slowed.

"Wow," she gasped. "I thought I was going to turn inside out. It would have been so hot if you had come in my mouth just before I went off...it's OK to do that now, you know. Since I'm an experienced woman, and I've learned to like it."

"I wasn't sure," I groaned.

"I'll tell you what," she said, raising up on one elbow. "If you think you can pull out in time, you can fuck my hot pussy. I'll leave it up to you. If you want to take the risk."

"Well," I considered, "I wish I could promise, but I was so close I'm afraid I wouldn't last long."

"Good answer, Jack," she said, stroking my cheek. "But maybe there's a way. Didn't you bring anything with you, just in case?"

"I do have a rubber in my wallet," I said, my excitement rising. "I'll get it." I jumped out of bed and dug my wallet out of my rumpled jeans, extracting the foil-wrapped package that had long ago made a circular imprint on the leather.

I crawled back into bed with her and fumbled with the foil packet, my hands trembling so much I could not tear it open. "Let me see that," Anna said, taking it out of my shaking hands. "Hmmmm...how long have you been carrying this around?"

"Uh, a couple of years? I figured, just in case..."

"Just in case you got lucky with my daughter," she teased.

"No! Well, kind of. I figured it was better to be ready just in case we got carried away, you know? But I didn't really plan to do anything to her until after we both turned 18 last month...."

"And I bet that circle on your wallet impressed the boys in the locker-room too, didn't it."

I blushed. "Maybe."

"Well, Jack, a little knowledge can be a dangerous thing. Look." She peeled open the foil packet and extracted the rubber, placed it on the tip of my prick, and began unrolling it down my shaft. Watching her do this was incredibly sexy, and my cock pulsed in her hands. "So when you push this into a tight pussy..." she tugged on my rubber-encased tool, "What happens?"

The rubber split and the head of my cock burst through. "Now that could be a disaster, couldn't it Sweetie?"

"Oh God," I groaned.

"You can't carry them around in your wallet for years, Jack. Or even for weeks. Even if you remember to use them at the critical moment, they're likely to break on you. And another thing: as big as your cock is, you need to get the magnum size. Even a fresh one can break if it's too tight and you get too rambunctious."

Oh God," I groaned again.

"And something else: One is not going to be enough for a man like you. So you need to have at least three handy if you're planning a full night of fun." She stripped the ragged remains of the rubber from my cock and tossed them onto the floor. "Oh, and one more thing: Nobody really likes to use these. There's nothing like a bare cock in a wet pussy. But luckily I do know something that's almost as good..."

My cock jumped in anticipation of her hot mouth engulfing my tool, but to my surprise she tugged at my shoulder and said, "Roll over."

I did as she said and she began rubbing my shoulders and back, then kneading my buttocks. "Just relax and trust me, Jacky. I know you'll like this." She bent over to tongue my quivering asshole, then slipped a finger into me, stretching my clenched hole. I tried to relax but her probing finger was making me very nervous. Soon she added more saliva and inserted another finger, stretching my hole uncomfortably. But in a way it felt good too. When she slowly withdrew her fingers I felt empty. I heard her pull open a drawer in the nightstand and in a moment she was back, kneeling between my spread thighs. "Unlike you, I thought to bring a few supplies," she said. A moment later a cold, viscous fluid spurted against my relaxed asshole and her fingers followed, lubricating me thoroughly. She withdrew her fingers way too soon, and as I started to protest I felt something else, smooth and cool, pressing against my back door.

"What are you doing?" I gasped into my pillow.

"This is a graduated butt-plug," she explained. I felt it slip into me past the first ridge, and it felt good, but I tried to squirm away when she kept pushing. "Just relax, Sweetie. You're doing fine. Only a little more to go...and in an hour or so you will be ready for something really exciting." More cold lubricant drenched my asshole, and I moaned as she steadily pushed the plug in past the second ridge. When it popped into place I was gasping and sweat was dampening my hairline. "Just relax, baby, only a tiny bit more..."

"Oh God," I moaned. "I can't take any more." She tickled my balls and kissed my neck.

"Sure you can," she whispered. "And guess what? As soon as you take it all, you get to do it to me."

I felt a thrill at that idea, and concentrated on thinking about how exciting it would be to do such a nasty thing to Anna's tight little ass. More cold lube slathered my asshole and the pressure began again. "Push back now, Jacky, like you're trying to poop it out. Don't worry, it won't come out." I did as she said, and a cramping pain tore through me as she shoved it all the way in.

"It hurts," I whimpered.

"Only for a minute, Sweetie. Now roll over and kiss me, and then it will be my turn."

Gingerly I rolled over onto my back, afraid that the foreign object would further penetrate my overstretched asshole, but it did not, and when she grasped my cock and started licking around the head I almost forgot about the rubber thing in my ass. "Mmmmm," she moaned. "You taste so sweet." She got back into the 69 position, poising her pussy over my face, and I dove in as she swallowed most of my cock, which was surprisingly not as hard as it normally would be. I slathered her pussy with the flat of my tongue before concentrating on her protruding clitty, and began probing her asshole with my finger as well, soon loosening her sphincter enough to insert two fingers. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to come, Jacky," she moaned around my cock. Oddly enough, I did not feel like I was close to coming myself. The rubber plug in my ass was no longer painful, but it was distracting.

She pulled her mouth off my prick with a wet pop. "It's up to you whether or not I get to come," she panted. "And to be fair I should tell you that I don't intend to let you come. So..." I attacked her clit with renewed vigor, reveling in the feel of her responsive body approaching orgasm. When fluid began leaking copiously from her snatch I knew she was almost there, and I withdrew my fingers and pulled my face out of her crotch.

"Nooooo!" she wailed, pounding the mattress with her fist. "You're so mean, Jacky!"

"I think you should wait," I said. "Unless you want to bring yourself off with your fingers while I watch."

"Oh, pooh. I think you know that wouldn't work at this point."

"Maybe not, but I'd enjoy watching you try anyway."

She rolled over, playfully slid a finger into her pussy, and held it up for me to lick. "That's what you're missing, you meanie." She retrieved another butt-plug from the nightstand and handed it to me along with a tube of KY jelly. I looked at the plug curiously. It looked kind of like a stack of three doughnuts of increasing diameter, and I understood why it had felt the way it did when she put the other one into me. "Maybe you should sit on the edge of the bed and hold me on your lap," she suggested. "It might make it easier for both of us."

It was an odd request but I went along with it, and was glad I did when I looked down at the plump globes of her snow-white ass so vulnerable in front of me. I massaged them with my hands, marveling at the softness of her skin and the tautness of the muscles beneath. 

"I'm afraid I've been a very bad girl," she whimpered. "I prob'ly deserve a spanking."

I slapped one cheek lightly, hoping that was what she really wanted. Strange if it was. But kind of exciting all the same. "Really? What did you do this time?"

"I sucked a boy's cock," she whispered. "A really big cock. And he was someone else's boyfriend."

I slapped her again, a little harder. "Did you let him come in your mouth?"

"No! I mean, he did come in my mouth but I didn't want him to."

"You'll only make things worse for yourself if you lie," I told her sternly, slapping her reddening ass cheeks twice more.

She yelped. "I'm sorry! I mean I'm sorry I lied. I'm not sorry I let him come in my mouth. I wanted his come. And I swallowed it all."

"You're a very naughty girl," I said as I began spanking her in earnest. She kicked her feet and squirmed against me. "What else did you do? Did you let him fuck your pussy?"

"No! Not really...Ow!"

"How did you let him 'not really' fuck you?"

"I accidentally let him get just the head of his cock into me, and then I made him stop because it was too big and it hurt. Please don't spank me anymore!"

I continued to spank her lovely ass until it was glowing red and she was crying. I may have taken it a bit too far, but I found that I was enjoying it too much to stop. When I did make myself stop, I squeezed a dollop of cold KY onto each rosy cheek and massaged it in. "Now, you've been punished and you're forgiven. And here's a little surprise for you." I inserted the tip of the KY tube into her puckered starfish and squeezed, following it with a finger, and then the first knob of the rubber plug. She squirmed uncomfortably.

"Hold still or you'll get another spanking," I snapped. She stopped squirming and I added more lube and slid the plug in to the next notch. She moaned and I wiggled the plug around to loosen her up, then added more lube and pressed it home. She took it more easily than I had.

I helped her sit up and held her in my lap, my cock throbbing dully between us. She put her arms around my neck and I felt the tracks of tears on her cheeks. "Hold me, Jacky," she sniffled. "I need you to love me now. Even if I'm a naughty little white-trash slut."



Seducing Jennifer Pt. 10



After I held her for a few minutes, she underwent another personality change, hopping off my lap and strutting around, showing me the plug in her ass, and asking me what I was going to make her for breakfast. It was really quite disconcerting and a little spooky. Jennifer had occasionally insinuated that her mother was crazy, but I figured, what the hell, everybody gets pissed at their parents sometimes. I was really about convinced that the 'crazy' diagnosis was an understatement. On the other hand...there's that thing about hard dicks and consciences. And then I couldn't really just walk out of here and try to hitch-hike home with a plug in my ass. I would wonder for the rest of my life what else she had planned.

We threw on a couple of robes from the huge walnut armoire and went downstairs, both giggling about the other's bow-legged walks. Anna was suddenly in a chatty mood. "Tell you what, Jacky, I was walking almost this bow-legged after that last time – on the couch at my house – my pussy hadn't been reamed like that for years. Actually that's not true – it's NEVER been reamed that way before" She stood on her toes and stroked my long black hair, running her fingers through it and kissing me wantonly. My cock had wilted from walking down the stairs with the fat plug dilating my asshole, but it responded enthusiastically, popping out of the front of my robe. It apparently distinctly remembered being fully embedded in Mrs. C's tight pussy, bumping against her cervix as she ground her pubic bone against mine.

She grabbed my rod and massaged the head, lubricating it with my leaking pre-come. "You're a very naughty boy, Jacky. I can read your mind like a book. Right now, you're thinking about bending me over that granite counter and fucking my brains out." Actually, at the moment I had been thinking about ham and eggs, but I started thinking about bending her over just as she mentioned it. Coincidence, no doubt.

I pulled open one of the refrigerator doors and was surprised to see that it was fully stocked with all manner of goodies. "Hey!" I said, "There's a lot of food in here." I opened the other side and the freezer and everything was full. "Are you sure nobody is going to show up here? Because it kind of looks like someone is planning to do a lot of eating."

"I know someone who is thinking about doing a lot of eating," she grinned. "As in eating out my PUSSY!" There was a manic glint in her eyes that made me extremely nervous.

"No, seriously Sweetie, the little pervert keeps this place all ready for company all the time. In case he need to organize a slut party for some of his scumbag friends. Politicians, mostly. Cops sometimes. A couple of Arab guys once, and they were CREEEEEEEEPY. He actually has a service that comes in once a week and takes away all the food and replaces it with fresh stuff. Wish they would give me the stuff they throw out every week. But that's somebody else's rice bowl, I guess. Oh, yeah, we also get Japs sometimes. And then they order special delivery sushi, which most of the girls like, but nobody really likes some of the extremely kinky stuff they want to do."

"Uh huh," I said absently, pulling food out of the refrigerator. A dozen cage-free eggs, a slice of smoked ham, a little can of...Beluga Caviar? I wondered if that would go with breakfast. It was supposedly fish eggs, which are a kind of egg....suddenly I wondered how Anna was privy to all these details. I wouldn't think that a secretary/receptionist would be in on those kinds of parties.

"And you should see the booze they put away! And dope too, but I stay away from that and I hope you do too because that shit can really –"

"So do you come here often?" I asked, cracking eggs into a crystal mixing bowl.

She batted her eyes at me, vamping. "Why no, sailor, this is my very first time and I'm a little scared so I hope I can find a big strong man to take care of tiny little me."

I laughed but my heart was in my throat. Was she playing another game? Or was she really hinting that she was some kind of a...whore? "So tell me about your job," I said, beating the eggs with a whisk.

"Oh, officially I'm personal secretary to Dr. Hyman Hershkowitz, J.D., L.L.D., Ph.D. and total A.S.S.H.O.L.E. The little pervert. I think his mommy finally pulled him off the tit when he was 12 and he's been lost ever since. But anyway, what I am in fact is his substitute mommy. Except that he used to fuck me. Before his little pee-pee went limber on him. Now I mostly just go places with him, hang on his arm and look pretty, and suck his little weenie about once a week. I shouldn't complain. At least he keeps me for himself and doesn't pass me around. Mostly."

I squinted at the can of caviar. What the hell. I opened it and dumped the contents in with the scrambled eggs. "So you're kind of like his escort when he goes out?"

"Yeah, we have to show up at the parties here once a month or so, help entertain, all that. It was fun once," she said wistfully, "but I'm getting damned sick of it. I've been kissing his ass for nearly 18 years now. It's about time to make a change."

"How did you ever end up with a job like that?"

"Well, it was like this: I had Jennifer at 15. And I was out on my ass with nothing, because my bible-thumping parents could not allow a filthy little slut like me to live in their house. So my options were limited. I only had one thing to sell, and I did it with class, didn't I?"

She embraced me from behind, leaning her head against my back. "Hey, let's not talk about sad things. I'm hungry, so get cooking, Wife."

Wife? I shivered, anticipating another personality change.

I served her breakfast on the couch by the fireplace where we had made love the night before. "Ooooh, looks good!" she said, bouncing on the couch and clapping her hands. "But before you sit down, Sweetie, why don't you just trot upstairs and turn on the Jacuzzi so it will be nice and hot for us later?"

Obediently I trotted up the stairs, very aware of the plug flexing in my ass, located the controls for the Jacuzzi and turned it on. It gurgled to life and I went back downstairs to join Anna for breakfast.

She took a bite of scrambled eggs, paused in mid-chew: "What? These lumps? Is that caviar?"

I nodded. "Do you like it? I was kind of experimenting."

She swallowed and laughed with her hand over her mouth. "Oh Sweetie! You really know how to hit the little pervert in the wallet. Did you know this stuff costs over a hundred dollars an ounce?"

My neck flushed with heat. I had no idea. "I hope you really really like it then." I took a bite. Fishy. Not bad though. But I wouldn't pay any hundred dollars an ounce for it.

"It's perfect, Honey. One more piece of a perfect memory. Me and my lover sharing the most expensive breakfast in town after a full night of hot sex. Well, maybe not a FULL night, but we aren't done yet either. Hey, we should be having champagne with this. Mimosa cocktails. You know how to do that? Half champagne and half orange juice."

I waddled back to the kitchen, found some fresh-squeezed OJ and a bottle of something called Dom Perignon, and mixed some tall drinks. They were quite good, and we finished off the bottle of champagne, getting giggly toward the end.

Upstairs again we shed our robes and stepped into the steaming Jacuzzi. I sat down on a ledge so I was submerged only to my waistline, reluctant to plunge all the way in. The hot water did relieve some of the pain in my tortured rectum, however. Anna plopped right into the middle, submerging completely before floating over to rest her arms on my knees. Her luscious apple-sized tits bobbed on the surface of the water.

My cock popped up out of the water like a lighthouse. "Oh my, what is this?" Anna teased. "Is my little Wifey horny?" She sucked my knob into her mouth and polished it with her tongue. I obligingly thrust upward to give her more of it, but she pulled away. "Now don't be a naughty little slut. First you have to scrub me all over with a loofah. And then..." she pulled herself up to present her stiff nipples for my kisses, "then we're going to go back to bed and fuck ourselves silly."

We were glowing as we stepped out of the tub. "Now Jacky, I'm going to go into this bathroom and get ready. And I want you to go to the one in the next bedroom and do the same. It's time to pull the plugs." She winked at me lasciviously. "Oh, wait; you'll want to use this before you come out. Unless you want me to do it for you." She handed me a slender cardboard box. "Now shoo. And don't waste a lot of time primping. I have a BIG surprise for my Sweetie."

The next bedroom was not as ornate as ours but it was plenty fancy. I let myself into the bathroom and tried to pee. It just kind of drizzled out, probably due to the increasingly uncomfortable butt-plug. I sat on the open toilet and looked at the cardboard box in my hand. It said, "Disposable enema." O-kayyyy. Wouldn't be needing that until I got the plug out of my ass. I reached down between my legs and found a plastic ring on the outside of the plug. I yanked at it experimentally and squealed when the plug slid out a little and popped right back in. I yanked harder and got it past the biggest ridge. After that it was no problem, until a gush of foul liquid splattered into the pot and splashed on my thighs. Ugh. I could see why Anna wanted us to do this in private. Cramps racked my stomach and another gush of hot liquid spurted into the bowl. I began to feel light-headed. When my bowels seemed to be completely emptied I waddled to the shower and washed off with cool water. I washed my hair too. Nice assortment of hair products in there. My hair was coarse and thick and I needed a lot of conditioner.

I dried off and read the instructions on the disposable enema. Seemed easy enough. I knelt on the bath mat and squirted the enema up my ass. It felt pretty good, actually. My asshole was burning like fire and the cool liquid helped. When my guts started to rumble I got back on the pot and let go. It was crystal-clear this time.

I carefully scrubbed the butt-plug with soap and hot water before going back to the master bedroom. I cracked open the door and looked in, not sure what to expect. Anna was standing in front of a cheval glass arranging her hair. She was wearing something that looked kind of like a leather garter belt from the back. There were no garters, though, and some sort of straps wound around her thighs. She caught a glimpse of me in the mirror and turned to confront me. "So my naughty little slut was peeping at Daddy, wasn't she?" She placed her hands on her hips sternly, and that's when I shifted my gaze from her sweet titties to her...big, fat, COCK? I thought my jaw would hit the floor.

I gulped loudly and Anna laughed. "I think my little wifey-slut is scared of Daddy's big dick, isn't she?"

I nodded, still stunned speechless. Okay; she had a strap-on dildo. Surely she couldn't really be planning to use it on me?

"I think my little slut needs to get over here and suck Daddy's hard dick before he gets mad and gives her a good spanking." She picked something up off the night-stand and slapped it against her hand. It was a thin leather paddle.

"On your knees, slut," she ordered, strutting toward my with the rubber cock swinging menacingly. "Suck that cock like you mean it. And maybe I won't spank your saucy brown ass until you cry."

Uh oh. I had a feeling I was about to pay for the spanking I gave naughty little Anna earlier. I dropped to my knees, which was easy to do because they were shaking like palm trees in a hurricane. I crawled toward her. She took the rubber cock in her hand and rubbed it across my lips. "You have exactly thirty seconds to make me come. If you don't, you're going to get a spanking you will never forget. And then you're going to get fucked in your tight little ass."

I knew I wasn't likely to be able to suck off a fake dick, but I did try. I took the knob in my mouth, and it was quite realistic; a jelly-like substance rather than hard rubber as I had feared. I reached for the cock to stroke it with my hand and she swatted me on top of the head with the paddle. "No hands! Keep them behind your back and suck!" I took as much as I could into my mouth, which wasn't much. She grabbed a handful of my hair and drove it in further, until it hit the back of my throat. I gagged, and she held my head there until I thought I would suffocate.

When she finally let me spit it out I gasped for breath. "Time's running out," she warned. "My little slut is about to get her ass blistered and fucked for being so lazy." I bobbed up and down on the fake cock awkwardly a few times before she yanked it out of my mouth and slapped me in the face with it. "Time's up," she snarled. "Lay across the edge of that bed, and keep your hands out of the way or I will cuff you."

I flopped down on the edge of the bed and presented my ass for abuse. It wasn't long in coming. The first stinging swat was a surprise.. "That was for sneaking and peeking," Anna said. "And this is for playing with yourself in the shower. The second swat hurt like hell, and I yelped indignantly, about to protest that I hadn't played with myself – much – but thought better of it. "And this is for not knowing how to suck cock!" She whacked me again and my eyes began to water. It really stung.

"I'm sorry," I sobbed. "I'll never do it again!"

Her cool hand caressed my glowing ass. "Oh Sweetie," she purred. "Daddy hates to punish his little slut, but how else will she learn?" Another stinging swat came out of nowhere and I wailed with pain. "And that was just for being a horny little slut!"

She kissed my burning ass-cheeks tenderly and pushed one knee between my thighs. "Now I suggest that you get those legs apart, because you are going to get fucked." I heard the squirt of KY jelly and then felt her finger smearing it around and into my sore asshole. She lubed me thoroughly and I then I heard a different squishy sound; she was greasing her rubber cock. Before I had time to panic it was nudging at my hole, stretching me slowly until the head popped in. I was panting like a racehorse. My cock had wilted during the spanking, but was once again showing signs of interest. Anna reached around me and took my dick in her tiny fist. "So little slutty likes a big cock in her ass, doesn't she?" I moaned. I didn't like it all that much, but I wasn't about to say so and provoke another spanking.

She pushed the dildo into my ass a little further. I groaned and she slapped my still-stinging ass with her free hand. "Slutty should be telling Daddy how much she loves having his cock in her instead of complaining."

"I love it, Daddy," I sniffled. "Please fuck me." She stroked my shaft, penetrating a little deeper into my ass with each thrust. Pre-come began to drizzle from my pee-hole, and she rubbed it into the head of my dick. Time stood still. I was pouring sweat from every pore and hot and cold flashes racked my body. I was glad my bowels were empty. She continued to pump my meat but it wasn't going anywhere. It felt good, but my cock was nowhere near hard enough to shoot a load.

She hesitated and I had a fleeting hope that she was in all the way. No such luck. "Now you've got half of it, Jacky," she said in her Mrs. C. voice. "But I think you need to feel it all in you. Just for future reference. To help you become more considerate of others."

"Oh God!" I moaned. "I can't possibly take all that! No one could!"

"Funny you should say that," Mrs. C. purred. "I chose this one because it's almost exactly the same size as yours. Maybe not quite as thick as the base..." She grabbed my hips and pulled me back against the invading monster. "Maybe this will help." I heard a click and a gentle buzzing vibration started somewhere deep in my tortured bowels. "I got the built-in remote control vibrator option, just for my little virgin lover."

It did help. But getting fucked in the ass was still not high on my list of favorite things to do. But she was determined to get it all into me, and after an eternity during which I almost passed out twice, I felt her silky pubes against my sensitized ass. I was surprised at the amount of pre-come that was streaming from my semi-hard prick. She started to draw back. "Now, Jacky," she lectured, "what I want you to learn here is this: ass-fucking can feel good if you go about it the right way. But it's not the same as pussy-fucking. Except maybe for a girl's first time. They can both hurt like hell the first time...and if it's really bad some girls never want to do it a second time. So when you're with a virgin, like my daughter for example, you want to take it very very slowly." As she spoke she eased the rubber dick back out of me an inch or maybe two. It felt like she was pulling my insides out with it. "If she says it hurts, stop and give her time to get used to having you in her." She thrust back in gently, and it didn't hurt at all. "And even when she gets used to that, no long-dicking her until she asks for it." She began slowly fucking me, back and forth, lengthening her stroke a little each time. "You need to get it in your head that Jennifer will probably only be able to take half your cock in her pussy for quite a while." She began fucking me faster and my cock spewed pre-cum at every stroke. "It might be months before she can take it all comfortably." Anna's breathing had become ragged as she plowed my ass. It sounded suspiciously like she was approaching orgasm. The vibrations in my ass intensified and suddenly seemed to be coming in waves. "You should also know," Anna gasped, "that this vibrator is also pushing directly against my clit, and I'm...Oh God...I'm coming!" She rammed the rubber cock fully into me and I convulsed with pain as she shuddered through her orgasm. When she caught her breath she eased the fake dick slowly out of my ravaged asshole. When the head finally popped out of me cold air rushed into my abused anal passage and I felt terribly empty. And extremely frustrated. It felt like I had been held on the edge of coming for hours.

She flopped down on the bed next to me, still gasping for breath. I wanted to climb on with her, but my legs seemed to be paralyzed and I remained half on and half off. She combed her fingers through my sweat-soaked hair. "When you can move again, we'll hit the shower. Then maybe a little nap? Or if you can't wait...my back door is open for you."



Seducing Jennifer Pt. 11



When I finally gathered the strength to crawl up on the bed, I took Anna into my arms and kissed her face all over, tender little pecks that ended with a full exploration of her mouth. I still had about as much strength as a newly-hatched chick. "So how did you like having your ass spanked and fucked, Jacky?" she said, gazing into my eyes.

"Not much," I admitted. My ass-cheeks still tingled and my asshole felt like someone had driven a truck up it. "I hope we don't have to do that again anytime soon."

She giggled and kissed my nose. "I promise I won't butt-fuck you again. At least not until you beg for it."

"That's not happening."

"You may be surprised...but the important thing is, you learned something, right?"

"I guess."

"Of course you did. You learned that you do not much like being on the receiving end. But as the good book says...'it is more blessed to give than to receive.' And you do want to give me some of what I gave you, don't you Sweetie?"

I nodded my head against the hollow of her neck, and licked at the sensitive line between her ear and throat. She moaned and squirmed. "I can't wait for that, Jacky. I'm a little scared, because I've never had anything that big in my ass, but I think you've learned enough to do it without hurting me. Too much. I know it's going to hurt. But I want to feel all of you inside me, and I want to feel your hot spunk shooting into me. No need to pull out this time, Jacky. Just hold me down and fuck me until you come."

My cock rose like an inflating tire. I was still weak and shaky, but I was ready to give it a try. She gently disengaged herself from my embrace when my hands wandered from her enchanting breasts toward her sopping pussy.

"I think we both need a little soak in the hot tub before we try that. And maybe a hot drink?" She rose from the bed and pulled me to my feet. My knees were still like rubber. 

"Poor baby. Just remember this is what an inexperienced girl feels like after she gets fucked for the first time. Or even the second or third time. So don't expect her to hop up and start doing handsprings right after you've popped her cherry. Come on; I'll help you." She supported me as I shuffled toward the Jacuzzi. I was afraid to take long steps. It felt like my insides were about to fall out.

She helped me into the hot tub and I gratefully submerged up to my neck in the steaming water. I leaned back and let the bubbling jets massage away the soreness. She kissed my hair and turned away. "I'll be right back, Sweetie. You just relax and think about the nasty things you are about to do to me."

I watched her charming ass as she walked away, imagining bending her over and stuffing my cock into her tight little hole. And fucking that dusky channel until I busted a nut deep inside her. I was determined to make it last until she came at least twice. I closed my eyes and dreamed lurid visions of my heavily veined cock sliding in and out of her.

"Drink this, Jacky," she said softly. She had settled next to me in the tub and was holding out a large coffee cup. "Maybe it will wake you up." I took the cup and sipped. I didn't particularly like coffee, but this was different. It had a strong chocolaty flavor and was laced with whipped cream. And something else. A warm glow started in my stomach and spread outward to my fingers and toes. Good.

"Chocolate Irish coffee, Jacky. Drink it up now." I drained the cup, set it aside, and Anna climbed into my lap, straddling my hips. My hard cock was trapped between us, and she wiggled slightly, rubbing it against her flat stomach. I clasped her tight butt in my hands. If I lifted her just a few inches, my cock-head would line up perfectly with her pussy...

"No, Jacky! Sex in the hot-tub is really not such a good idea. And my pussy is still off-limits, unfortunately. So are you about ready to go back to bed?" I nodded eagerly and we climbed out of the tub, dried each other off, and walked to the bed with our arms around each other's waists. She stripped back the quilts and piled the pillows in the middle of the bed, then wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me soundly. "Make me feel good, Jacky. I'm scared but I trust you. Just please don't hurt me. Show me how much you love me."

Apparently she was Little Virgin Annie once again. I pushed her back gently onto the bed and knelt between her thighs, parting them with my hands when she tried to cross her legs. I teased the lips of her slit with the tip of my tongue, tasting her excitement. Eating her pussy was becoming second nature, but I still loved every minute of it. I slid a finger in and out of her snatch as I sucked her clit, then began tickling her asshole as her breathing deepened. I timed it perfectly so that when she started coming I was ready to squeeze a big squirt of lube into her rectum. "Oh my God," she wailed as I followed the lube with two probing fingers. "It gets better every time you make me come. Fuck me now, before I lose my nerve. I want you so much, Jacky." She draped herself over the pile of pillows, her cute butt elevated for easy access. I got on my knees behind her and spread the cheeks of her ass with my hands. Her quivering pink starfish was at my mercy.

I pushed my rigid cock down and rubbed it along her dripping slit. It lodged against her hot opening and I couldn't resist letting just the head slide into her pussy. She squealed. "Not there, Jacky! Don't...I can't stop you, and I don't really even want to. But please don't. We shouldn't take the risk." Nevertheless I eased my cock into her steaming snatch up to the hilt and kept it there for long moments before regretfully withdrawing. I slipped one finger into her asshole and circled it around, stretching her while smearing a thick coat of KY onto my horny shaft with the other hand. Then came the moment of truth. I pushed the head of my cock against her clenched asshole and seized her lightly padded hipbones, pulling her back against me until the head popped into her. She sighed deeply and wiggled her pelvis. "Now go easy, Jacky. Fill me up, but do it slowly. Give me time to adjust to it."

I pressed onward and inward, savoring the heat and tightness of her anal passage millimeter by millimeter. I paused my invasion when she started to tremble uncontrollably. "It hurts, Jacky. Is it all the way in yet?"

I leaned over her back to squeeze her breasts. Her nipples were like hard little pebbles when I pinched them. Then I reached around her waist to rub her clit. And pressed onward. She was crying quietly into her fist when I reached the three-quarter mark, so I stopped again and started to withdraw.

"No, don't stop!" she wailed. "Give me a minute to get used to it! I want all of you in me! I want to feel your balls slapping against my pussy!"

I waited a few seconds, which seemed like forever, before I began fucking my cock into her ass with shallow strokes of no more than half an inch. I built up a slow but steady rhythm; back a quarter of an inch, in a half inch. Her breathing matched my gentle thrusts, a sharp gasp when I invaded new territory and a relieved exhalation when I pulled back. I felt no urge to come. I knew it would happen when the time was right. I concentrated on the wondrous sight of my thick brown rod stretching her tiny pink asshole, and at long last I was completely inside her, my coal-black pubic hair crushed against her tender white ass. After a few moments to let her relax, during which time I massaged her clit with two fingers, one on each side of it, I began to fuck her in earnest. She couldn't take more than about a three-inch stroke, and although I longed to pull out almost all the way and then slam into her, I restrained myself. My urge to come built slowly and surely, and when my balls drew up tight against the base of my cock I knew the moment was near.

"Stop now, Jacky!" she gasped. "I want to look into your eyes when you're filling me up with hot sperm!"

I held still while she slowly eased herself off my impaling rod. The sight of my throbbing meat-stick emerging from her greasy hole was captivating, although I felt a pang of guilt when I noticed the streaks of blood from her abused rectum. Then my cock was out of her altogether, her asshole gaping wide open. She rolled over onto her back and opened her arms to me.  I knelt above her and she quickly guided my cock back into her dilated anal hole. "Now fuck me until we both come, lover. I want to feel you squirt inside me."

I began fucking her cautiously, but her hips rose and fell to meet my thrusts, and soon my balls were slapping rhythmically against her ass with every stroke. My urge to come had receded and I felt fully in control. I could feel the tension mounting in her taut little body, her copious pussy juices drenched my balls, and I knew her orgasm was not far off. At last she went over the edge and took me with her. She screamed when it hit her, then twined her fingers in my hair and looked into my glazed eyes when my first surge of come jetted into her. We writhed in each other's arms as we ground out our ecstasy together. Our waves of orgasm peaked, receded, and peaked again, the intensity decreasing until we were both exhausted, our hearts hammering against each other. I held her as she gasped for breath, my cock softening rapidly for once. Her asshole still gripped me like a velvet finger-trap, but soon enough my shriveled dick popped out of her, followed by a gush of spent come which stained the bed sheet pink.



Seducing Jennifer Pt. 12



I was in a stupor of exhaustion and satisfaction when she brought me back to reality with a sharp nip on my earlobe. "I hate to wake you, Jack dear, but I really have to go to the bathroom. Like right now." I rolled off her to let her get up.

"And I don't want you in here when I do what I need to do. So please go downstairs and see if you can put together something for lunch, OK? I know you're tired, honey, but...please?" She rolled painfully out of bed and shuffled toward the bathroom. I grinned, knowing exactly what her violated asshole must feel like. I should have been ashamed of myself. But I wasn't. After all, she had done it to me first.

As I headed down the stairs I heard an explosive farting noise and a splash. I grinned again. That would be a mixture of my come and liquefied KY spurting out of her. Now she knew how much I had really pumped into her tight ass. She had wanted to be fucked in the ass. And she had gotten it.

When she finally came downstairs I had put together a light meal of club sandwiches and cole slaw. We sat at a glass table out on the broad main deck which jutted out over the lake, both of us naked in the cool breeze. I could barely take my eyes off the tangle of damp curls at her crotch, enticingly visible beneath the glass. I finished my sandwich in three bites and put my hand on her slender thigh. "I love you, Anna," I said. "And I can never thank you enough...I never imagined there was this much joy in the world." She dropped the remains of her sandwich and stroked my hairless chest. "I should thank you, Jacky. I never imagined how thrilling it could be to be loved by someone as gentle and caring as you. Not to mention beautiful. In a manly way, of course." She winked at me. "Most of the time, anyway."

She crept into my lap and I held her for a long time, gazing out at the placid, deserted lake. "Now it's definitely time for a nap," she declared. "I love sleeping in your arms, Jacky. That may even be the best part...Oh my." She looked down at my cock, which had surreptitiously risen to a rampant state while we cuddled. "I suppose I'll have to take care of that before I can get any rest." She sighed theatrically, took me by the hand, and led me upstairs to the welcoming bed, the sheets now wrinkled and stained. I took her in my arms and flopped backward onto the mattress. We kissed for a while, both of us drowsy and nearly sated, but after I caressed her breasts and fingered her pussy for a few minutes she revived enough to reach into the night-stand and take out something that she kept concealed in her palm. "I wasn't going to do this, but I really do want you inside me, and my ass is way too sore to do it that way again anytime soon. So we'll use this." She opened her hand and showed me a foil packet. "The much-despised condom. Magnum size, of course. Again, I planned ahead. I'm good at that." She deftly rolled it onto my hard dick and positioned me above her. "Fuck me, Jacky-love," she murmured. "And don't hold back. I'm too tired to play games."

Her pussy was very wet and I wasted no time in penetrating her to the hilt. She was right; it didn't feel the same with the condom covering my cock. But it was still very nice. We lay there, locked together, kissing passionately, until I could not resist moving within her. Gradually I went from short, shallow thrusts to giving her the full length of my cock with each stroke, my balls slapping lustily against her ass until I felt her internal muscles contract and I knew it was time to jet my load. She clung to me as I emptied my spunk into her hot center and collapsed on top of her, my cock still filling her pussy. "I didn't think I had another one in me," she murmured drowsily. "Don't forget..." She drifted off in mid-sentence, and I was not far behind her. I was completely spent, my muscles like jello and my brain in pretty much the same state.

We slept the sleep of the blissfully satiated, our bodies still joined together.

When she stirred beneath me, I opened my eyes and looked directly into hers. Her eyes were deep pools of endless love, I thought. I hoped she could see the love in mine as well. She yawned and stretched and I lifted myself off of her, my muscles protesting after our strenuous bouts of exercise of a nature to which I was unaccustomed.

My cock had softened while we slept, but the head was still inside her, and it quickly grew to fill her again. Her hot wetness embraced the full length of my stiff member. "I slept so good, Jacky." She smiled up at me. "And of course you're ready to go again..." Her blue eyes widened. "Please tell me you stayed awake long enough to get rid of the condom."

She must have seen the panic in my eyes. "Oh, no, Jacky! Oh, I hope we didn't..." She wiggled out from under me. "Oh, Jacky. We didn't exactly follow the instructions, did we." I looked down at my cock, and it was bare and glistening with our combined fluids. She crawled out of bed, squatted and inserted her fingers into her dripping snatch, probed briefly, and withdrew the wrinkled condom. It was nearly empty.

"I'm so sorry," I stammered. "I fell asleep..."

"It doesn't matter, Sweetie." She dropped the condom on the nightstand and crawled back into bed next to me, settling naturally into my arms. "It was just another lesson. You kind of failed that one, but don't worry about it. Now you know."

She gazed into my eyes, the love there tinged with sadness. "I made a decision during our little rest period. I'm going to do what I need to do to take care of my baby. And I'm sure I can count on you to...take care of the details even when I'm not there. You're the key, Jacky. Everything else is already in place."

She noted the puzzled look on my face and smiled sadly. "You passed all the tests. Except maybe the condom one." She poked me in the ribs. "Now I'm sure you're the right one for Jennifer. Things will work out. The two of you will have a wonderful life."

I grew more confused by the moment. Was this another personality change? "But I love you," I croaked.

"I know you do, Sweetie, but you know this has to end, don't you? We'll cherish the memory of this weekend, but the future belongs to you and Jennifer." She kissed me briefly and stood up. "I need a shower SO bad. Perhaps you'd like to join me?"

We got into the shower together and washed each other slowly and lovingly, then held each other for a long time beneath the warm spray. I wasn't sure what to expect going forward...her cryptic statements had thoroughly mystified me. I was afraid that our weekend was about to come to an end sooner than I had expected.

When we dried off and left the bathroom I tried to lead her back to the bed, but she pulled her hand from mine and slapped playfully at my shoulder. "I know what you want, Mr. Hot Pants!" She skipped to the bedroom door. "And you'll probably get it if you feed me first. But you can't fuck me half-unconscious and then not feed me. Meet you in the kitchen." She scampered down the stairs and I followed, wondering where she had suddenly got all the energy from. I was feeling rather like I had been worked over by a prizefighter. And my asshole buzzed like there was a nest of bumblebees in there.

In the kitchen she was humming happily and pulling food out of the refrigerator. I came up behind her, lifted her damp hair, and kissed her neck. She slipped away, giggling. "Don't mess with the cook, Jacky. Technically, you should be doing the work while I rest up for what you plan to do to me later. But I'll do it this one time and you can go start the fire. We'll have a special feast. Let's see...oh, lobster thermidor. Perfect. And oysters, of course. Not that you need them. And...perhaps a vintage Chateaux Margaux to wash it all down?"

I cleaned out the fireplace and had to go outside to get more logs and kindling. It was strange and exciting to walk outside naked, the cool breeze rippling my hair across my shoulder blades. The sun was setting gloriously over the lake and I stopped to watch it for a few moments. The day had passed so quickly...

When I had the fire crackling merrily she brought the food over. She had donned a wispy black-lace apron of the French maid variety, and I longed to rip it off of her. When I reached for it she evaded my grasp and shoved me down on the couch. "Don't be gauche, sir," she said. "My name is Annette and I will be your server tonight. Would you care for zee app-i-tea-zair? Espes-sial-i-tee of ze hoos, mon frer." She posed in front of me and lifted the skirt of her apron to expose her silky blond curls. I grabbed her hips and buried my face in her fragrant pussy. After I had licked her clitty to attention she pushed at my forehead and backed away. "One must not over-indulge in zee app-i-tea-zair, cher ami. It will spoil zee appe-teet, non?" She deftly transferred some food to a small plate and settled into my lap, where she fed me small bites of food, sampling each before spooning the rest into my mouth. "First, zee oy-stair. Ahhh..." She slipped a small lump of cold gray slime between my lips. I nearly gagged, the scent of the beach at low tide invading my sinuses. She giggled. "Eet is some-sing like swallowing zee neck-tair du amour, is eet not? At first not so nice, but soon one comes to crave it." She gave me a sip of sparkling white wine, and slipped another oyster into my mouth. The second one was not so bad, since I knew what to expect. "Now zee lob-stair...ah, we do love that one, non?" Another first for me, but this one was truly delicious.

We cuddled as she fed me, and when the food was finished we feasted on wine-flavored kisses. I gently slipped the lace straps of the apron off her narrow shoulders and covered her soft breasts with kisses too, nipping and suckling at her pebbled nipples. She squirmed in my lap, my cock hard against her thigh. "Ah, but I believe M'sieur is ready for zee dee-sairt. Tonight we will enjoy zee crème pie Annette, non? And zhat will require some prepara-see-own. Come, M'sieur. To zee bedroom, s'il vous plait.

She led me back upstairs and I followed closely, carrying a full glass of wine. After I set it carefully on the nightstand, I pulled her into my arms, kissing her passionately as I fumbled with the ties of the lace apron. Finally I just tore it off her and tumbled into bed with her on top of me. She kissed me wantonly as I gently kneaded her firm breasts. They fit my hands perfectly. She was humping my thigh, her wetness leaving trails on my skin, and when I could take no more I rolled her over and reached for her pussy. "Pair-hops a sip of wine, cher?" she murmured before I could do more than stroke her sweet curls. I took the wineglass from the night stand, sipped at it, and transferred the cool liquid from my mouth to hers. Then I dribbled the rest of the golden liquid over her milk-white body and slowly licked it up, ending at her diminutive pussy. She settled her legs over my shoulders and I held her in my hands as I bathed my face in her musky emissions. Slowly her tension built, but I was in no hurry, although my hard cock throbbed against the sheets. "M'sieur has enjoyed zee pie, but has forgotten zee crème," she finally gasped, arching her back to avoid my questing tongue. "Come with me, mon amour, and add the final ingredient for zee true crème pie Annette."

I levered myself over her and she grasped my rigid tool in both her hands, gasping as it slid into her, then pulling me deep with her legs locked behind my back. "Gently now, mon cher amour. Your little Annette is so small and so sore inside." My cock was firmly seated against her cervix, and the small movements she allowed me to make caused it to bump back and forth across the head of my cock. After a few moments of this she could take no more, unclasping her legs from my back and gripping my hips with her thighs to lessen the penetration. "Not quite so deep, cher. Until you come...then I want to feel it in my womb."

I thrust in and out of her as gently as possible for long moments of exquisitely building pleasure, until she began thrashing and moaning and pulled her knees up almost to her shoulders. "Fuck me, Jacky!" she wailed. "Come in my pussy!"

Her cunt spasmed around me and a spurt of hot liquid soaked my balls as I gave a final mighty thrust and spewed my hot load into the liquid core of her. She put her legs back around my waist and held me deep inside her as our bodies cooled. I kissed the droplets of sweat off her forehead. "I want to stay just like this forever," I whispered into her ear. "Never move again."

"But M'sieur should enjoy zee crème pie while eet is fresh, non?" she teased, thrusting out her lower lip and pouting. "After so much ver' hard work, is not good to waste..."

She squealed when I abruptly slid down to bury my tongue in her gushing snatch. I collected a mouthful of come and rose back up to kiss her, sharing the nectar of our combined efforts. "Zee crème-pie Annette was most es-qui-zeet, non?" she murmured against my sticky lips.

"Oui, Ma'mselle," I whispered back. I rolled over, pulling her on top of me, and my semi-erect cock slid naturally into her sloppy channel and nestled there comfortably. "And now we rest, replete."



Seducing Jennifer Pt. 13-14



Part 13

I regained consciousness slowly, as if I were swimming upward through thick molasses, searching for the light. Anna was still crouched above me, her head pillowed on my chest. Our bodies were sticky with sweat and come wherever our skins made contact. The head of my soft cock was still stubbornly lodged within her, but slid out when she straightened her legs. I felt an ineffable sense of loss when the connection was severed.

"Ah, Jacky," she sighed. "I hate to move, but I need to pee. Actually I'm not sure I CAN move. Could you help me?"

I rolled over, holding her petite body close to mine, then slid off the bed, gathered her into my arms and carried her to the bathroom. She settled onto the toilet and I heard the trickle of liquid.

"Owee," she said ruefully. "I'm so sore...I think we may have overdone it, Sweetie." She dabbed at her pussy with a piece of tissue, wincing. "I'll let you drain the monster in peace while I go sit in the tub." She reached up and took my sticky cock in her hand. It immediately began stiffening. She dropped it like a hot potato.

"God, Jacky. What do I have to do to put this thing to sleep? You've already logged more pussy time than the little pervert did in eighteen years."

I kissed her and squeezed one delightful breast before she evaded my grasp and slipped out of the bathroom. I sat down and relieved my own bladder. It was hard to get the stream going, but when I did it burst out of me like a fire-hose and felt almost as good as coming.  I looked out onto the balcony. The nearly full moon soared high over the lake, lighting everything with a silvery glow. Anna reclined in the hot tub, pale hair floating around her shoulders, breasts bobbing at the surface of the water like twin mounds of vanilla ice cream. I limped downstairs and poured two large glasses of orange juice before going up to join her. I settled into the steaming tub beside her and pulled her floating body across my lap. She sighed and rested her head on my arm. We watched the moon slowly travel toward her rendezvous with her mother in the east.

"Whatever happens, Jacky," she said after a time, "remember this and you'll know I love you." She wound her arms around my neck and straddled my hips. I felt her stiff little nipples against my chest. "Drink, please."

I handed her a sweating glass of juice and she sipped at it, then gulped. "Perfect, Jacky. It's all been perfect." She twisted around, light as a feather in the buoyancy of the hot water, and settled into my arms with her back to me. "There are so many things I feel like I should tell you though, but I don't know where to start. And I don't want to destroy the magic. But I'm afraid time is running out, love. You're going to hear some bad things about me...I hope you won't believe them. Don't trust anybody, Jacky. Except Jennifer and someone I may send to help you...and you'll have to make him prove that he's really the one I sent. You'll know though. Just remember this weekend and you'll know."

"I don't understand. What...why...I guess I just don't get it."

"You will." She giggled. "Like my granny used to say, you'll understand when you're older, Sweetheart. Just have faith in me. And love my daughter."

I stirred uncomfortably. I had scarcely thought of Jennifer for what seemed like months. Not since Friday evening, anyway. Waves of guilt lapped at my conscience.

"I wish I could lie here in your arms until the sun comes up, Sweetie. But there are a few things I really need to do right now. You go brush your teeth and untangle your hair, and I'll...do what needs to be done."

I helped her stand, streaming water, and she daintily stepped out of the tub and wrapped herself in a thick towel. I followed, kissing her shoulders before heading for the bathroom for a quick shower and tooth scrub. When I came out she was seated cross-legged on the bed, clicking on a lap-top computer. I sat on the edge of the bed and swung my legs up, wincing at the stiffness in my stomach muscles. She had exchanged the sticky, stained sheets for fresh ones, and they felt cool against my skin. I curled up next to her and squinted at the computer screen. Lurid images of a group of people engaged in what was apparently an orgy flickered before she clicked a button and the screen went to desktop. "You're watching a porno film?" I said. "That's actually a little insulting –"

She laughed softly. "Not exactly, dear. Well; I guess that's technically what it is. But one of the things I meant to tell you is that everything that happens anywhere in this house is recorded. And has been for years. It's Hymie's little insurance policy. And explains a great deal of his success. Any time he doesn't get exactly what he wants from one of his big-shot friends, he just sends them a little video clip that reminds them how much they should cherish his friendship. Such as it is."

The hair prickled on the back of my neck. "You mean everything we've done may show up on U-Tube if he gets mad at you?"

"I'm smarter than that, honey. I have to admit that I captured some of our special time as a keepsake, just for me, but I just purged his archives and put all the house cams on a continuous loop of the 24 hours just before we got here. And now his insurance policy belongs to me...hope I don't need it, but just in case..." She clicked an icon and a file opened featuring endless rows of large numbers. "I've never been a thief, but it occurs to me that when little Hymie finds that his insurance policy has evaporated, he'll probably have a heart attack and drop dead. So I think it's only fair that I inherit his off-shore bank accounts, don't you? It's not like he has anyone else to leave it to. And I think I deserve something for eighteen years of mostly faithful service. Everything, actually. You know?"

"I guess...I don't know any of the people involved, obviously, but you mentioned politicians, cops, government agents...this sounds awfully dangerous." "Oh, it certainly is. But trust me, Jacky, I've got all the bases covered. And incidentally, if anyone comes around asking, you don't know anything about anything. You've never been here. You only know me as Jennifer's mom. End of story."

I became increasingly uneasy as she quickly scrolled through a series of screens, stopping to paste information into some boxes, and clicking 'execute.' "Well, that's it. Hymie is now officially destitute, except for whatever he has in his wallet. Hmmm...guess I should probably cancel his credit cards...just to protect the banks, you know?" She performed another series of operations, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "And I think he'd want to donate his mansion and its contents to the Salvation Army, don't you? It would make a nice homeless shelter."

"Well, I kind of assumed he was Jewish," I said.

"All the better," she chuckled, closing the laptop and setting it aside. She took my large brown hand in her two tiny white ones and smiled at me lovingly. "I really hate to bring up an unpleasant subject, my love, but we're going to have to leave early in the morning. So let's not waste our special time here. Love me, Jacky. Love me like it's the last night we'll ever have together."

Chills ran up and down my spine. "Is it? The last night together, I mean."

"Of course not, Sweetie. But let's just pretend it is."

She crawled on top of me, sitting astride my hips, and lubricated my stiffening cock with the last of the KY Jelly before sliding my thick rod into her pussy, slowly absorbing it all into her tight little snatch. She moaned as it inched into her. "It hurts so good, Jacky," she gasped. It was slightly painful for me as well, but I wasn't about to complain. "Now lie back and watch me love you. It's going to take a very long time..."

I put my hands behind my head and watched her slender body rising and falling above me. The contrast of my brown cock sliding in and out of her blond nest was mesmerizing. I felt no urgency, just an overwhelming sense of peace and love as she rode me, cupping her lovely breasts in her hands and smiling at me gently. From time to time I even dozed off, but whenever I opened my eyes she was still there, holding me within her sweet body. Loving me.

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Part 14

We awoke when dawn seeped into the room. She was still on top of me, still holding my cock within her, but at some point one of us has pulled the quilts up to protect us from the chill air. She brought my somewhat limber dick back to full attention with a few artful contractions of her pelvic muscles, then began riding me, slowly and deliciously. She sat up and threw off the covers when we both began to perspire, proudly displaying her gorgeous body to my avid gaze. "Watch and remember, Jacky-love," she whispered. "This is what a woman who loves and trusts you completely looks like." She kneaded her round breasts and pinched the nipples before lowering her hands to her pussy, parting her labia to show me her protruding clitty. Then she began playing with it languorously, showing me what felt best to her. The room brightened as she prolonged her pleasure, and mine. When golden rays of sunlight reflected off the lake she increased the tempo. "Come with me, Jacky," she breathed. We approached our peak, backed off, approached again...it seemed that our summit was unattainable. She lay against my chest, panting. "I just can't go any longer," she gasped. "Roll me over and finish it for both of us, Sweetie." 

I clasped her to me, hooked a leg, and rolled over, keeping my cock lodged in her sweet snatch. Then I fucked her, trying to be gentle in deference to her over-worked pussy, but ending up by slamming into her like a pile-driver until we both screamed in unison, my hot spunk lashing into her molten core as her muscular cunt convulsed around my cock, and she milked me dry with her diminishing contractions.

I rolled to my side, still holding her close against me, until my cock wilted and slipped out of her tired, dilated snatch. "Oh, Jacky," she whispered against my chest, "that was the best ever. I really never knew...but no use crying over spilled milk at this point. I'm just so glad we had this time...glad I had this time...because I never imagined...please don't forget, Jacky. This is what it's supposed to be like."

We stayed like that for quite some time, but when I started to doze off she bit my nipple and I started back into awareness. "I wish it weren't so, love, but I'm afraid the honeymoon is over," Anna said regretfully, sadness filling her deep blue eyes. "No dawdling now; time is of the essence, as the little pervert is fond of saying." She rolled out of bed and stood, her knees nearly buckling. "I have definitely been fucked," she giggled. "And most thoroughly and delightfully, too. Move your ass if you want to share the shower with me, Jacky. We need to get on the road before it all hits the fan."

After sharing a last loving shower together, I dressed in my wrinkled school clothes and limped downstairs while Anna gathered her belongings. I was scrounging in the kitchen when she came down, tired shadows under her eyes, carrying her overnight bag. "What would you like for breakfast, Anna-love?" I asked.

"No time, Sweetie. Grab some bread and cheese and a bottle of juice to take along and we are out of here."

I packed a few food items in a plastic bag as she waited impatiently, fiddling with the gas stove while I dithered. "Go go go!" she said, swatting at my behind with her bag. "Out chariot awaits!" I helped her into her car and stowed the bags in the back seat. Getting into the passenger side, I leaned over and rested my head in her lap as she wheeled out onto the gravel road leading to the highway. I stroked her slender thigh under her skirt as we bumped across the unpaved road, rather faster than was truly necessary, I thought. And she'd put the damnable panty-hose back on too.

A rumbling WHUMP rocked the car and a blast of hot wind swirled through the trees just as we turned off onto the pavement. "What the hell?" I exclaimed, sitting up and looking back towards the lake. A cloud of viscous black smoke was billowing over the spot where I thought the lake house was.

"Down, Tonto," she said, pulling my head back into her lap. "I don't know, but I would guess that Hymie's little den of iniquity just got blasted to hell by a vengeful God. Or maybe someone forgot to turn off the gas...people are so careless these days." She smiled down at me impishly. "Remember, Sweetie. You don't know nothin' about nothin'. And how could you. We were never here."

My heart thumped leadenly in my chest and I forgot about petting her thigh for a few moments. Had she really blown up the lake house? And why? My dreams of spending another weekend in the den of iniquity evaporated like the morning dew on the grassy verge of the highway.

We drove for a few minutes before we heard sirens in the distance, coming our way. She patted my cheek. "Stay down now, Jacky. Everything will be just fine." I stirred restlessly in her lap.

"Relax, dear. I know exactly what I'm doing, and you don't need to know. Best if you don't. Things will work out in the end. Seems like they always have, anyway."

I loved the feel of her slender thigh in my hand. Just above her knee, I could almost span it with my fingers. "I'm just glad you won't be going back to work for the little pervert. I mean, I take it you're not, right?"

She stroked my hair. "That's one thing I do know for sure, baby. And you can't imagine what a relief it is to be able to say that." She reflected for a moment, gazing into the distance. "I guess I have to admit it wasn't the worst thing that could have happened to me. Far from it. There I was, homeless with a newborn baby girl, had only enough money in my piggy-bank for a week in a no-tell motel, and the first time out on the street I get picked up by a guy in a fancy limo. I was so hungry I was shaking like a leaf. Scared too. But I knew what I had to do. I'll never forget – he gave me a glass of champagne and a piece of smoked salmon on a cracker and I thought he was a prince. Then he made me blow him. When he came in my mouth I felt honored. I had no technique, but with him I didn't need any. He liked it so much he invited me to his house. I was really scared then, but he seemed kind of nice...I let him put his hand in my panties, and he was gentle with me, and seemed to really like my pussy, so finally I said OK if we could swing by the motel to get my baby. I didn't want to leave her there alone. He said sure, no problem, so we did that and when we got to the house it was this tremendous mansion with iron gates and a guardhouse and all of that, so I figured I was pretty safe. He handed Jennifer off to the housekeeper who seemed nice enough, and then he took me to his bedroom and fucked me. Took about 30 seconds, even though I'd just sucked him off an hour ago. Then he had the housekeeper give me supper and a guest bedroom...we lived there until he got sick of having a baby around. And moved me into the little house where we live now. So now you know my life story. I wasn't too smart, but I took a chance and was damned lucky. And now I'm both smart and lucky."

"What about Jennifer's dad?" I asked. "Couldn't he have helped you?"

"That useless prick," she said scornfully. "Oh, I was in love, or thought I was. A boy from the church my oh-so-righteous parents went to. The preacher's kid, if you must know. I was desperate for love, because I sure wasn't getting any at home. He seemed to really care about me until I gave him what he wanted. Fucked me once and dumped me. Three months later I knew I was pregnant, he swore on the bible that he was not involved, and they locked me in the back bedroom until I had the baby, then kicked me out in the street. Told everybody I had run away, and nobody ever really bothered to look for me, so a few years later they pulled some strings and had me declared dead. End of story." She smiled at me sadly. "Legally, I don't even exist. You just had a sexy weekend with a ghost."

I gnawed at my lower lip. "I'm so sorry," I said. A fire-truck blew past us, siren screaming. It was followed by two more and a string of police cars.

"Afraid they're going to be too late to save Hymie's hideaway," Anna said wryly. "A pity. Some beautiful memories were made there."

"Amen," I said fervently. She giggled. "Seems like I heard that your parents are bible-thumpers too," she remarked. "Ain't it grand."

"Not really. Seems like there are more phony pricks inside the church than out of it. Seems to attract them, actually."

She laughed at that and pinched my earlobe. "Now, Jacky. Doesn't look like it was too bad for you. You survived, anyway, and now you're about to go out on your own and I just know things will work out well for you."

"I guess." I moved my hand up and rested it against her smooth belly, wishing the panty-hose weren't there. "The thing is...they're not really my parents, you know. And if they ever gave a shit about me, they got over it a long time ago."

She raised an eyebrow. "How so? You sure this isn't just teenage angst?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. I spent the first years of my life wondering why I didn't look anything like either one of them. They told me it just happens that way sometimes, and showed me a piece of paper to prove it. People were starting to whisper that maybe Mom had got herself knocked up by a black guy, or maybe a Mexican. Then when I went to the hospital with a broken leg they did a blood test and it showed that I couldn't be related to either one of them."

"Your parents are white?"

"As snow. So finally they admitted that I was abandoned as a newborn and they had 'rescued' me. And were able to obtain a phony birth certificate because my birth was never recorded anywhere. Turns out they had been spreading this story around long before they told me, to stop people from wondering if my mom had been doing the nasty behind the shed with a gardener or something. So when they finally admitted that I wasn't really theirs, I wanted to know who the hell I was, and they told me they thought I was Cherokee and my real mother was a young girl who had tossed me in a dumpster and left me to die." I angrily brushed a tear from the corner of my eye.

"Oh, Jacky-love. I don't believe that for an instant."

"Neither do I. A couple of years ago I took off and hitch-hiked to Tahlequah for the annual Cherokee Homecoming. First time I ever felt like I belonged somewhere. Saw lots of people who looked like me. Talked to somebody at the Cherokee Heritage Center and they tried to help me find out who I am, but there's not much to go on. They didn't believe anyone threw me away either. It's almost unheard of in Cherokee culture. But they did tell me how it goes, more often than not. Healthy newborn babies are worth money, and when underage girls get knocked up, they often disappear. Some of these "unwed mother's shelters" keep them until they deliver the baby, tell the girl the baby died, and sell it to the highest bidder. Best thing for everyone concerned, right? Turns out there are thousands of kids like me, from every tribe in the country. Maybe hundreds of thousands. The government was sponsoring the program for a long time. After their outright extermination campaign got to be embarrassing, the official policy became 'Kill the Indian, save the man.' We can be allowed to live if we can act white."

Anna sighed. "The world sucks, Jacky. We just have to play the cards we're dealt as best we can. Guess we both got dealt pretty shitty hands. But like the man said, 'Every hand's a winner, and every hand's a loser, and the secret to surviving is knowing what to throw away and knowing what to keep.' And while we're on that subject, Jennifer is something you need to keep. She loves you, you know. She's crazy in love with you. Has been since you were both knee-high to a grasshopper."




Seducing Jennifer Pt. 13-14



"But I haven't heard from her for a week—she was so mad when she saw...you know."

"Don't worry about that. She'll forgive you. I have a plan."

"But what about you and me?"

"Oh, that shouldn't be a problem. Jennifer's very open minded, after she has time to think things over. Hey, I read somewhere that Cherokees were not monogamous. That it was fairly common for two or more women to share one man, if he was a good hunter. It was usually sisters, but sometimes a mother and her daughters from a previous marriage, as long as the guy was from a different clan."

I perked up a little. "You think she'd go for that?" The whole idea was so wildly implausible....but intriguing all the same, striking some previously unrealized chord deep within me. But then I reminded myself that I was talking to someone who appeared to be not exactly sane.

"You never know," Anna said smugly. "Now why don't you take a little nap while I try to stay on the road. I'm too tired to talk and drive at the same time."

I closed my eyes and burrowed my hand between Anna's silky thighs. The slight rocking of the car and the muted rumble of the road merged into a dream of wild horses flying across a vast expanse of buffalo grass, their manes and tails whipping in the wind, their hooves shaking the earth. 

I stood in front of a mud-plastered hut with a conical thatched roof, holding my hand up to shade my eyes as I watched the horses pass, reveling in their freedom. Two women clad in brief buckskin tunics crawled out of the house and came to stand on either side of me, putting their arms around my bare waist. They looked almost like twins; small, perfect, and brown like me, but with waist-length blond hair. Lightning crackled, striking somewhere near the western horizon, and thunder crashed and rolled. "The bad boys are playing chunki again," one of them murmured. Her voice sounded exactly like Anna's.  "We need to get our husband inside before it rains," the other said, turning toward the house and pulling me along.  "Very wise, my daughter," the first one said, smiling. "We cannot risk him catching a chill. He must conserve his strength."

The second one giggled happily. "But perhaps if he were not so strong my we-sa would not always be sore."

The older woman clicked her tongue. "Do not complain about what you love, daughter. And any time you are too sore, you know I will be glad to keep him warm for the entire night."

The younger woman was still giggling when she knelt to enter the house. Her tunic rode up and I got a good view of her taut brown ass as she crawled in. The older woman saw me looking and reached under my breach-cloth to grasp my stiffening cock. "Always ready, our strong husband," she said proudly. "Come inside. I will make tea and you will make love to us both while rain rattles the thatch."

I bent to crawl into the house and she goosed me lewdly. "Make haste, husband," she said. "And make haste in satisfying my daughter's hungry we-sa as well, because after she is done with you I intend to ride you until you cry for mercy."



Seducing Jennifer Pt. 15-16



Part 15

I woke from my dream with a start when Anna stepped on the brake and the car decelerated rapidly and came to a halt. Of course I had a raging boner in my pants. Momentarily I had no idea where I was, as if I had been catapulted out of one world and fallen sprawling into another alien one. I desperately longed to go back to the last one, with my two beautiful wives and our little mud house on the edge of the prairie. The dream stayed crystal clear in my mind, rather that rapidly turning to mist, as most of my dreams do. I was quite sure that I could replay this one in my mind, like a DVD, and review it in perfect detail.

I had read that many of the Ancient Ones believed that dreams are just another form of reality, and are valid forms of experience in every respect, as well as being filled with meaning and prophecy. I had dismissed that as superstition, but I was beginning to see their point of view. This dream, or vision, had been more real, more colorful, more full of scents and sensations than reality. I liked that world a lot better than this one. Anna had parked behind a liquor store near my parent's home. She shook my shoulder gently. "This is your stop, Jacky," she said sadly. "Sorry I can't bring you to my house for the rest of the day, but it wouldn't be wise right now." I sat up, my head still swimming from interrupted sleep. "When could I come over? Or maybe we could go somewhere next weekend?"

"We'll see, Jacky. I'm pretty sure Jennifer will be calling you sometime this week. So we'll see if we can work something out then."

"I've called and texted her so many times I can't remember. No answers."

"Just keep trying, Sweetie. Don't let her forget how much you love her. And have faith. Everything is going to work out."

I leaned over to kiss her and she turned her face away from me. "You need to get out now, dear. It's really important that no one sees us together."

I slid over and opened the car door, my face burning. I got out, shut the door gently, and said through the open window, "Thanks for the ride, Mrs. C." I blinked away acid tears of loss and sorrow.

"That's exactly right, Jack. And believe me, it was my pleasure." I tried to fix an image of her beautiful face in my mind as the car window whirred up. I stood and watched while she drove away, then plodded toward 'home,' hands in pockets, shoulders slumped, the picture of dejection. When I got to the house my parents barely looked up from their religious television show. Perfect for after-church viewing, don't you know.

"You missed church this morning, so don't even think about trying to skip the evening service," my mother snapped over her shoulder. "And that trashy little girlfriend of yours called. I didn't tell her you were sleeping over at Tommy's house. None of her business, the nosy little slut."

Yeah, and fuck you too, Mom, I thought.

I hurried to my room and pulled the cell phone I wasn't supposed to have out from under my mattress. The message light was on! My hands shook as I checked my messages. I had one text message, from Tommy. I opened it.

"Hot wknd dude tell me abt it."

I grinned in spite of myself. Tommy was as big a perv as I was. I texted back. "Thx 4 the wknd dude just got home. Tell yr mom it was a gr8 dinner." His mom was half in the bag most of the time, and if he thanked her for giving me a great dinner she might well believe she had. I sent the message and checked for missed phone calls. There were a bunch of calls from numbers I didn't recognize, and one from a number I did. Jennifer's. The phone beeped just as I was about to press 'return call.' Another text message.

"U & Jenny do the dance w/ no pants?"

Not a good thing to send over the public airways. I texted back: "Yr sick dude. Talk 2 u at school 2morrow." I had a sick feeling in my stomach. I hoped Tommy could stick to our prearranged story. If it ever came out that I had been at a lake house that mysteriously blew up the shit would hit the fan in a big way.

I went back to 'missed calls' and hit 'return call.' Jennifer's phone buzzed seven times and went to voice mail. A metallic voice asked me to leave a message. I stammered into the phone, "I'm home, Jennifer. Sorry my mom's a bitch. Call me. And, uh, remember I love you, OK?"

I sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, willing the phone to vibrate. Finally I stuffed it back under the mattress, kicked off my shoes and lay down. I closed my eyes and tried to picture wild horses pounding across a wind-swept prairie...

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I crawled through a short, curving tunnel into the house. It was cool and dimly lit by a tiny fire and a shaft of sunlight coming through the smoke-hole. As I stood up, my junior wife, Tse-ni-sa, was just stripping her deerskin tunic off over her head. I stood quietly, enjoying the view. She stuck her tongue out at me, impishly, and spun around to give me a good look at her delicious little body from all angles. Her thick blond hair swirled around her like a cape, strands of it curling around and caressing her proud nipples. My senior wife, A-na, crawled in behind me and put a hand on my arm to steady herself as she stood. "Ah, Tse-k', she's a pretty thing, my daughter. I once looked like her, you know."

I laughed as I slipped an arm around A-na's waist and kissed her neck. She was fragrant with wood smoke, fresh herbs, and a hint of mysterious female musk. "You still do, A-na. You could be her twin sister."

She slapped at my bare arm playfully. "You should not say such things out loud, Tse-k'. The hu-hu will hear and come to steal us both from you."

"Then I'll just pluck him and roast him," I said. "And we'll all suck the marrow from his bones." A-na kissed my shoulder and poked at the fire with a charred stick. "Go tend to Tse-ni-sa," she told me. "Her we-sa is weeping for you."

Tse-ni-sa had flung herself down on the bed of stacked hides covered with a huge bear skin. She was eyeing my tented breach cloth covetously. "Perhaps I will go look for a hu-hu," she said. "I cannot get any attention here."

I crossed to the bed and dropped my breech cloth to the reed mat covering the packed mud floor. My cock stuck out at a right angle to my body, not fully erect but getting there quickly. Tse-ni-sa stared at it and reached for me, then crossed her arms over her breasts and rolled over to face the wall. "I think you are hard for A-na, not for me. Her we-sa is bigger."

"I have been working on stretching yours," I told her. I reached out and stroked the perfect curve from her ribs to her hip. "I think your we-sa needs extra attention, though. I think perhaps she gets so hungry she eats green persimmons when no one is watching."

A-na giggled as she squatted by the fire, fishing for a hot rock to drop into the water pot. "Perhaps I will try feeding green persimmons to my we-sa. She has grown fat and sloppy from too much attention. And plenty of fat meat."

I stretched out on the bed and rolled Tse-ni-sa over to face me. She came into my arms and hugged my neck. "Poor we-sa," she pouted. "She's so hungry."

I kissed her deeply, our tongues meeting and caressing as if they were old friends who had missed each other. I took a small hard breast in my hand and stroked the nipple. Tse-ni-sa reached for my cock, squeezed out a drop of pre-come, and smeared it around the crown. "We-sa cannot wait," she whispered.

I knew it was too soon but I allowed her to mount me. She rose up on her knees, took my rigid tool in both hands, and tried to work the head into herself. I groaned when I felt the hot slickness of her opening. But she got no more than the head of my cock into her before she trembled and fell forward, letting my cock slip back out of her. I helped her sit back up, pulled her hips up to my face and plunged my tongue into her tight little snatch. I thrust it in and out of her a few times, her clitty bumping my nose, and then transferred my oral attentions to that sweet little bud while cautiously probing her snatch with a moistened finger. She combed her fingers through my hair as I worked to bring her desire to a boil.

A-na watched us approvingly as she spooned tea into the water pot.

I withdrew my finger from Tse-ni-sa's hot little snatch and inserted my thumb. I crooked it toward me as I nibbled at her tiny clitty. She moaned and thrust herself toward my face, then backed away, slid down my body, and impaled herself on my leaking prick. It went in nearly half way before she had to stop to catch her breath. I waited patiently as she got used to my girth filling her, and soon she began to move her hips back and forth, trying to take more of me. I lay there with my hands behind my head, watching her. She gazed into my eyes as she humped my dick shallowly, running her hands through her long hair, combing it straight and letting it fall again. She cupped her small breasts in her hands, the nipples hard and pebbled, as if she were presenting them to me. Droplets of sweat were forming on her forehead as she tried to engulf me completely. She squeezed her eyes shut and I knew she was in pain.

I sat up, grabbed her around the waist, and rolled her over without losing much ground. I began stroking in and out of her gently, holding her trim butt in my hands as I fucked her. She moaned and burrowed her face into the hollow of my neck. I felt my come rising, and penetrated her a little deeper. "Fuck me, Husband!" she moaned. "I am coming!" I increased the tempo a little, but held back until she shuddered through her climax, her breath sobbing in my ear. Then I thrust into her as far as I dared and spurted my hot load deep into her pussy.

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"Jack!" someone yelled, grasping my shoulder roughly. I leapt off the bed, reaching for my stone knife, and found myself in the bedroom of my parent's house, my red-faced putative father glaring at me. "Were you having filthy dreams again? We heard you moaning all the way downstairs."

"Nightmares, Dad," I said, my dry tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth. "Nightmares about white people stealing me from my real family."

His red face turned nearly maroon. "You ungrateful little bastard. After everything your mother and I have done for you—"

"And don't forget what you've done to me, either," I said.

He hissed at me venomously. "The day you graduate from high school is the day you leave this house. And it can't come too soon."

"It might happen sooner than you think, Dad," I said.

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Part 16

When Monday morning came around I was so stiff and sore I could hardly walk. My ass burned. My dick was chafed nearly raw. I coated myself liberally with aloe gel before getting dressed, and swallowed a couple of aspirins. And vowed to myself that when, or if, I took Jennifer's virginity I would be extremely gentle with her inexperienced pussy.

I plodded through the morning, looking forward to getting back to the house and checking my messages. In case Jennifer might call. Not that I expected her to. But she might. Or maybe I would hear something from Anna. I missed her so desperately it felt like there was just a big empty space where my heart used to be.

Tommy crowed in beside me at the lunch table, his nearly black skin and my deep bronze hide looking like lumps of coal in a snowdrift. "So, Dude, how was the weekend?"

"Fantastic. Thanks so much for having me over to your place."

Tommy lowered his voice conspiratorially. "Details, Dude. I need details. You got lucky, so you owe me at least something to think about while I whack off."

"Well, we played a lot of video games. You and I stayed up all night playing Grand Theft Auto. And we got into your Mom's vodka and drank so much we both puked off the back porch."

"Yeah, I get it. Moms was so bombed she'll back us up too. So what REALLY happened? Inquiring minds want to know."

"Best weekend of my life, Dude."

"Fuck you! Give me something I can fantasize about, at least!"

I leaned over and murmured close to his ear. "I had my tongue in her pussy. And she liked it."

"Jeee-sus!" Tommy blurted out loud, attracting the attention of the hatchet-faced lunchroom monitor, who started stalking towards us, beckoning to her ass-kissing student assistant. Tommy quickly clasped his hands under his chin and bowed his head over his plate of mac and fake cheese. "And bless this glorious food unto our bodies, Amen." He raised his head and looked around innocently. The thought-police wandered off in another direction, beady eyes scanning for other, more interesting sins to punish. "So how did you get to that point?" he murmured out of the side of his mouth. "Prissy little Jenny just drop her drawers, shove her puss into your face, and scream 'eat me?'"

"She did," I breathed. "Then she sat on my face and came all over me."

"No way! You lying sack. Come on; how far did you really get? A little stink-finger at least?"

I sighed. "It's really kind of personal, Dude."

"Personal? You twat. I'm the one that taught you how to jack off, remember? And you talk about personal?"

Luckily the bell rang at that moment, signaling the end of our allotted time for forcing down our delicious swill. "I'll talk to you later, Dude. All the details, I promise. But I really need you to back me up about the weekend. In case anyone ever asks."

"You know I will Dude. But we WILL discuss this later."

I spent the afternoon thinking up things to tell Tommy that would pacify him. I certainly wasn't about to tell him the truth. And I felt terribly guilty about saying anything that would be embarrassing to Jennifer.

After school Tommy and I walked home together. Once again I did not see Jennifer anywhere. We caught up with one of her classmates, however, and walked with her for a city block. "Did you talk to Jennifer today?" I asked.

She shook her head, glancing sideways at me uneasily, probably wondering if being seen talking to someone as disreputable as me would damage her reputation. And maybe thrilled at the idea that it might. "She hasn't been at school for quite a while. Maybe a week. She doesn't answer phone calls either. So she must be pretty sick. Or something. Have you heard anything?"

"No, and I'm pretty worried, Mary Louise."

"I heard you were over at her house most of the time these days."

"Not this week. We, uh, kind of had an argument."

"Awww...that's too bad." She clutched her stack of books tighter against her pneumatic bosom. "Well, this is my street." She veered off toward a side-street. "Hope you two work things out. Let me know if you hear anything...in case she's sick or something." She walked away, her generous behind swaying.

Tommy stifled an evil snigger. "She was hitting on you Dude. Big time. Hoping to get some of that dark meat for herself." He guffawed. "There's enough there for both of us. Maybe you ought to consider –"

"I'll leave that for you. Go catch up with her if you want. It's not too late."

Tommy looked back at the Mary Louise's retreating ass and licked his thick lips. "You know, I might try for a taste of it. Seems like maybe she favors dark meat. Maybe I'll call her later. We can discuss your love life. After you discuss it with me."

"Not all that much to discuss, Dude. Okay, okay. You know I was over there for the weekend, right?"

"I know you sure as hell weren't at my house like you told yo' mamma."

"The things is, it's getting pretty shitty at home right now. I don't think I'll be living there much longer –"

"No shit. Don't sweat it Dude. You can always stay with me. My moms would be cool with it. Probably wouldn't even notice, actually."

"Thanks Dude. I really appreciate that."

"And...?"

I sighed. "OK, this is what happened. And if you tell anyone I'll kick your black ass all the way back to Alabama."

"Come on, Dude. They could crush my nuts in a vice and I wouldn't narc on you."

"I went over there Friday after school, right? In fact, her mom picked me up after school and took me over there. Said she wanted to have a talk with me. Said she was worried about me and Jennifer...getting in trouble. You know?"

"She oughtta be. Hey; Jenny's moms is a MILF for sure. Maybe you ought to keep your hands out of Jenny's pants and tap mamma instead."

Whoa. That one was too close for comfort. "Nah. You know how I feel about Jennifer. But anyway, her mom starts getting all religious on me, and then she comes right out and says that fucking is better than whacking off! And it turns out that she's cool with me and Jennifer, uh, doing stuff as long as she doesn't get knocked up!"

"Christ on a crutch!" Tommy exploded. "I never woulda seen that coming. Did she actually say 'fucking?'"

"No, you asshole. But that's what she meant. And she said she was going to start Jennifer on the Pill right away. Just in case...you know."

"Mother FUCKER! Oh, you lucky bastard! So how far did you get this weekend?"

Farther than you can imagine, Buddy, I thought. "Well, Mrs. C. hung around and kept a pretty close watch on us. But she let us have a little privacy. Even let Jennifer sit on my lap while we watched TV. Shit, my dick was hard enough to cut glass. And later we made out for a long time and got a little touchy-feely. Course she wouldn't let us sleep together. But after six weeks, when the pills are working and she's safe...it is ON, Dude!"

Tommy looked over at me suspiciously. "You wouldn't be shitting me, would you Dude?"

I put my hand over my heart. "I swear to Christ. Or even Santa Claus if you prefer. But you gotta keep this on the down-low, Dude. I want my folks to think we're broke up. And everybody else, for that matter. At least until school's out and I'm free."

We bumped fists. "You da man, Dude," Tommy said admiringly. "Well, this is my turn-off. Hey, why don't you come over to my crib and play a little X-box?"

"Wish I could, Dude. But they're still pissed at me for missing church yesterday. So I'm kind of grounded."

"Well, don't let your meat loaf. See you tomorrow, Chief."

"Not if I see you first, Buckwheat."

I hurried back to the house and went straight to my room to check my phone. Surely I would have a message from Jennifer.

I didn't. I dialed her number. No answer. I didn't leave a message.

I got through the evening somehow and went to bed as soon as I reasonably could without arousing suspicion. In truth I was still tired, and I hurt all over. Inside and outside. It took me about thirty seconds to drift off to sleep.

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I gently rolled half-way over with Tse-ni-sa's hot little body clasped in my arms, putting her back next to the mud-plastered wall of the hut. She sighed and relaxed, her hair disheveled and damp with sweat. She straightened out her legs and my slimy cock slid out of her. "Noooo..." she whimpered, reaching down and trying to tuck me back into her drooling snatch.

"You are a greedy slut!" A-na scolded. She rose from the fire pit and brought a gourd dipper to the bedside. "Our husband needs a cup of tea to keep up his strength!" I rolled to put my back to Tse-ni-sa, who spooned against me comfortably. A-na handed me the steaming dipper and stepped out of her deer-hide tunic, then seated herself beside me on the bed. "Drink, Husband," she ordered. "Your work is not yet done."

I raised myself on one elbow and sipped the tea. I tasted honey, sassafras, willow root, and other less common herbs. It was quite invigorating. Particularly to my cock, which halted its gradual deflation and hardened again.

A-na took the dipper from me, drank it to the dregs, and set it on the floor before gracefully lowering herself into bed facing me. She caressed my face lovingly and looked into my eyes, her deep blue orbs electric in her dark face. "Love me, dearest Tse-k'. No playing. Just love me."




Seducing Jennifer Pt. 15-16



She lifted her thigh over my hip, opening herself to me, and guided my cock into her eager pussy.  Tse-ni-sa embraced me from behind, her hips snug against my ass. It was difficult for me to move, but we soon established a rhythm between my straining cock and A-na's hot pussy. As she began to breathe noisily Tse-ni-sa slipped a slender hand between me and A-na and circled the base of my cock with thumb and forefinger. I was slick with a mixture of A-na's fluids and my own previous emissions, and my dick slid through Tse-ni-sa's fingers, into her mother's hot pussy, and back again. A light burst of rain pattered against the thatched roof, and the only other sounds were those of our heavy breathing. A-na also slipped a hand between us to stimulate her own clitoris, further limiting my range of motion. We strained against each other for long moments, striving for release. At long last A-na moaned, gasped, and went rigid in my arms, her pussy contracting around my invading cock. I quickly reached my own peak, but as my cock began to swell, Tse-ni-sa tightened her grip on the root of it, holding back my ejaculation. I cried out in frustration, and at the moment I thought my balls would rupture, she released her constricting fingers and my seed blasted into A-na's molten center in one searing burst.

As we all relaxed in our mutual embrace, a gust of wind rattled the thatch and the rain started in earnest. We dozed together, huddling close for warmth. The air was cooling, the weather outside raging, but our little home was filled with peace and joy, and our love joined us together and made us safe.

A faint buzzing noise, more felt than heard, aroused me from the warm depths of my slumber. Drowsily, I puzzled over its source. Could there be a rattlesnake in the bed beneath us?

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I held my breath, listening for the snake. It buzzed again. My pulse thundered in my ears. I tried to remember the sacred rattlesnake song, but my mind was crippled with panic. Another rattling buzz came from beneath me. Suddenly I realized that I was no longer in bed with Anna and Jennifer in our little mud house, but was once again back in a place I liked far less. The telephone! I scrambled out of bed, fished my phone out from under the mattress and opened the line.

"Jack?" Jennifer said shakily. "Oh, Jack! Thank God!"

"I'm here, love," I croaked. "Are you OK? I was so worried –"

"Oh Jack. Oh my God. I need you, Jack. Could you...I need you with me, right now, Jack."

"What's wrong?" My heart began to pound even more insistently. There was sheer terror in her voice.

She hesitated. "Please, Jack. Please come right now. I need you."

"Okay, I'm on my way." I grabbed my pants and looked around for my shoes. "But what do you need? Should I bring anything? And where exactly are you?"

"It's Momma, Jack. I'm afraid she...Oh God...I'm at home, and...just hurry, Jack. I'll explain when you get here."



Seducing Jennifer Pt. 17-18



Part 17

I stared at the phone in my hand. I had never heard Jennifer sound so terrified. And then she just hung up. I dressed hurriedly in the clothes I wore yesterday, stumbling around the room. I started for the door and stopped with my hand on the knob. Wait. Calm down. Think. It's about Anna. She had warned me that the shit was about to hit the fan...I had a horrible feeling that it just had.

I went to the closet and pulled out an old backpack. Far in the back of the closet, there was a smelly old pair of gym shoes. I dragged them out and extracted a wad of bills from the toe of one shoe. Exactly $1249 dollars. My life savings, stashed away a few dollars at a time from odd jobs, gifts, and what I had been supposed to be putting in the Sunday School offering plate for several years now. I pulled a pair of Jennifer's soiled panties and my spare condom out of the other. Best not to leave that kind of evidence behind...I suddenly realized that I might not be back. If Anna was in jail...or worse...Jennifer would need me to stay with her. And if it turned out she didn't – to hell with it. I was 18, and I'd just as soon live in a flop house as here. And when I turned up missing in the morning, coming back would probably not be an option. Rather than regret, I felt a strong sense of relief.

I began hastily cramming articles of clothing into the backpack. A couple of favorite shirts. Two pairs of faded jeans. I left the church clothes where they were. Wouldn't be needing them.

Socks and shorts from my dresser. Tattered old copy of 'Penthouse' from under the drawer. A spare belt. Odds and ends, mostly trash. My contraband copy of Mooney's 'Myths, Legends, and Sacred Formulas of the Cherokees' from behind the dresser. Oh shit. Cell phone charger. I yanked the plug out of the wall behind my bed and stuffed the wadded cord into the sack.

I stole out of the room, down the stairs, and out of the house, carefully locking the door behind me and tossing the key into the shrubbery. The longer it took for them to notice I was gone the better. I jogged off down the street, checking my phone for the time. 2:35 A.M. Fuck. I had no idea it was that late. It must be a total cluster-fuck for Jennifer to have called at this hour. I punched in her speed-dial number. No answer. I broke into a sprint, the backpack thudding against one shoulder.

When I got to Jennifer's house ten minutes later I was gasping for breath. Every light in the house was blazing, lighting up most of the deserted street. I leaped up the stairs and banged on the door. Seconds later Jennifer peeked out the curtained window and fumbled with the locks. She threw open the door and flew into my arms, wrapping her arms around my neck so tightly I thought I would strangle. She was clad only in panties and short top. "Oh God, Jack," she sobbed. "It's Momma. I'm so scared..."

I held her in my arms, her feet six inches off the floor. "Let's go inside," I croaked. "Calm down and tell me exactly what's happened." She only hugged me tighter, sobbing as if her heart would break, and finally I just carried her across the threshold and shut the door behind us. The TV in the living room was blaring, set to a 24-hour news channel.

"And in local news, a tremendous blast shattered the night outside a local nightclub," a serious-faced anchor-woman intoned. The camera panned to show a collection of fire-trucks and police cars clustered around a shabby building in the seedier part of town. Flashing lights reflected luridly off the windows of nearby pawnshops and liquor stores. "A limousine apparently exploded behind Cherry Poppers, a local 'gentlemen's club' rumored to be linked to prostitution and the sale of illegal narcotics. The limousine was a late model Bentley, possibly belonging to billionaire investor Hyman Hershkowitz. A source at the scene alleges that the Bentley apparently contains three corpses, none of which can be identified at this time, although another confidential source speculates that the occupants of the limousine were the driver, identity unknown; Mr. Hershkowitz himself, and his long-time personal assistant, Anna Crowley. It is believed that Mr. Hershkowitz and Ms. Crowley were inside the nightclub until moments before the blast and were not seen afterwards. Please note that these rumors have not been confirmed or substantiated. More news as it happens after these messages from our sponsors." The picture flicked to an advertisement featuring scantily-clad women caressing a new car and whimpering with sexual desire.

I flopped onto the couch and settled Jennifer in my lap. Her sobbing continued unabated. "Oh, Honey, I'm so sorry," I murmured into her hair. "But maybe it's not her. I can't believe it's her. It can't be her, Jennifer. It just can't." She sobbed even harder, her tears dampening my shirt.

"I don't want to believe it, but I think it might be true...," she hiccupped, trying to contain her sobs. "I got a call just before...it woke me up...some guy said, "Your mother is a whore. And she just got what she deserves. Turn on the TV. And so I did, and...Oh God, Jack! What is happening?"

The anchor-woman reappeared on the TV screen. "It's still pandemonium at the scene of the limousine explosion downtown," she said. "No official statements have yet been released, perhaps pending identification of the victims and notification of the families. And now for the local weather: back to you, Milton." A grinning weather-man appeared on the screen. "Well, folks, looks like it's been a hot time in the old town tonight. But not so hot on the weather front –" I grabbed the remote and muted the TV.

"We have to stay calm and think," I told Jennifer. "Your mom hinted to me that there might be some problems, but that we shouldn't believe any bad things we might hear about her. And she asked me to stay with you until she got things sorted out, if there was any kind of trouble. And that's what I'm here to do."

"Oh, Jack! I'm just so scared –"

"I'm here for you no matter what. For as long as you need me or want me. I'm done with my adopted parents. So I'm all yours." She raised her tear-stained face and kissed me then, clutching my neck as if she were afraid of drowning. My conscience-less cock began to rise. I was such a perv.

A thunderous banging came at the front door. I looked up, breaking the kiss. Jennifer screamed. I lifted her off my lap, deposited her on the couch, and dashed to the door, opening it a crack. Outside was a uniformed cop, backed up by a dumpy guy in a rumpled suit. The cop shoved the door open all the way, causing me to stumble backwards. They both came in, backing me up against the wall. "Well, well, what have we here," the suit guy drawled, looking over at Jennifer on the couch. "Little teenage boody call in progress?" He glared at me. "We'll sure look into that, but right now I need to talk to Anna Crowley. She here? Upstairs maybe?"

I broke out in a cold sweat. The cops. This couldn't be good. How was I supposed to deal with the cops? Besides with extreme caution?

"Mrs. Crowley is not at home, sir. But we expect her back real soon. And, uh...could I see some ID?"

"Yeah? Wise guy, huh? You like ID? Show me yours, Chief. It better say you're 18 or your ass is in a world of shit." I reached for my wallet, fumbled for my school ID card. He grabbed the wallet out of my hand and looked at the ID. "This ain't shit. Could be a fake. Where's your driver's license?"

If it was up your ass you'd know it, I thought. I was getting steamed. "I don't have it with me. I'm not driving. So I don't need it."

"How about you, little missy?" he demanded. "You got any ID on you?"

Uniform Guy snorted. "Looks like she ain't got much of anything on her, Loo. 'Cept maybe a few come stains." He chortled lewdly and ogled her tear-blotched top, then dropped his gaze to her panties.

"You over 18, girly? If not, I'm gonna have to get Social Services over here."

"Now wait a minute," I said, rage rising in my stomach. "You can't just –"

Suit Guy grabbed a fistful of my shirt and shoved his face up towards mine. He was at least six inches shorter than me, but he was obviously practiced at intimidation. "Shut yer fucking bean-hole, Tonto. And get over there and keep your hands where I can see 'em. Better yet –" he motioned to Uniform Guy – "Cuff this asshole. And make 'em nice and tight. He's obstructing a police investigation." He tried to spin me around to face the wall but I resisted. I knew I was about to get hit but I stood firm. He was drawing back his fist to punch me in the stomach when a gaunt man in a pristine suit stepped through the door behind him and caught his arm.

"Police brutality again, Lieutenant? One of these days you're going to go too far, and you'll earn yourself a long vacation at state expense – in a hotel from whence it is far more difficult to check out than it is to check in. I expect you will enjoy the company of a number of gentlemen who are there already at your behest. No doubt they will throw a lovely welcome-party for you."

Suit guy whirled to face the new arrival, reaching inside his jacket for a weapon. The gaunt man stepped back, raising his hands apologetically. Uniform guy was scrabbling at his own holstered sidearm.

"You just went too far, Dickhead," Suit Guy snarled. "You assaulted an officer of the law."

The gaunt man shrugged and showed his long teeth. "I saw you about to commit a batery upon my client, and I intervened. Now unless you have a valid warrant, I suggest we discuss this outside."

"Fuck you, Vholes. Since when do you represent this scumbag?"

"Since Anna Crowley retained me to do so," the man apparently called ' Vholes' said calmly. "Along with herself and her daughter, Jennifer." He extracted a couple of business cards from his pocket and handed them to me. I squinted at the top one and read, in gold embossed letters, 'Simon Vholes, J.D. Criminal Defense Attorney.' 

"We're here to talk to the Crowley bitch." Suit Guy was beginning to sweat. I saw the droplets forming on the back of his fat neck. "So we knock on the door, and we hear the girl screaming like she might be getting raped or killed or something. So we come in. Exigent circumstances. So get the fuck out of my face. We got to check this out."

"I screamed because it sounded like they were going to kick the door down!" Jennifer wailed. "And when Jack answered the door they barged right in!"

Vholes waived a skeletal hand in Jennifer's direction, silencing her. "My clients, with the advice of their attorney, prefer not to make a statement at this time, Lieutenant. They may be available for an interview once they have had a chance to recover from the trauma of this... unreasonable home invasion."

"They can talk to me right now or they can talk to me downtown," the Lieutenant grated. "Maybe they'd like to spend the night in the tank. Freshen up there with the drunks and whores and talk to me in the morning."

"Maybe we should wake up Judge Hubbard and see if she wants to issue an arrest warrant first," Vholes said silkily. "I'll let you make that call. I know how she hates to be disturbed in the middle of the night."

"Blow me, Vholes."

"Oh my goodness! Was that a sexual proposition?"

Uniform guy grinned uneasily and shifted his feet.

"I expect you'll remember the details of this little encounter, Officer..." Vholes took a step towards Uniform Guy and squinted at his nametag, "Tinkler. We are going to want to see a full report on this. I suppose you'll be filing that at the end of your shift?"

"Well, uh, depends..."

"Shut the fuck up, Tinkler." The Lieutenant attempted to straighten his wrinkled jacket. "I need to talk to Anna Crowley."

Vholes attempted a smile. It came out more like something a shark would do just before attacking. I shivered in spite of myself. This guy was spooky. "Mrs. Crowley is not present at the moment. Now, once again, gentleman, will you please leave the premises? If you desire information regarding Ms. Anna Crowley, perhaps I can assist you. Outside."

"You cocksucker," the Lieutenant muttered under his breath. Both cops slunk out, and Vholes followed, shutting the door softly behind him.

My knees clattering like castanets, I staggered back to the couch and sat next to Jennifer, putting my arm around her. She was trembling violently. "Oh, Jack. This is so horrible. Tell me it's just a really bad dream."

I kissed the top of her head, inhaling her natural perfume. "We'll be OK, Sweetheart. And I'm sure your mom is OK too. She's a smart lady."

I held her and we waited. After some time Vholes eased back through the door, locking it securely behind him. He pulled up a straight-backed chair and sat facing us, crossing his bony legs fastidiously and brushing back his long gray pony-tail. His face crinkled into what was probably supposed to be a comforting smile, but reminded me of the MC on 'Tales of the Crypt.' "So you must be Mr. Jack Jameson," he said. "Pleased to meet you. Give me a dollar."

"Huh? What for?" I automatically reached for my wallet. It wasn't in my hip pocket anymore.

Vholes extended his hand and dropped my wallet into my lap. "I assume this is yours? Of course it is. Lieutenant Doolan apparently dropped it in his haste to leave. Now, to make sure there are no issues about the legality of our attorney/client relationship, I need you to give me a retainer. One dollar, please. You can sign the contract tomorrow." He consulted a heavy gold watch which dangled from his wrist. "Or, rather, later today."

I peeled a dollar bill out of my wallet and handed it to him. "And I'm afraid I'll need the same from you, my dear," he said to Jennifer. "Since you have reached your majority, it would be best." I handed another dollar to Jennifer and she passed it to him. He folded the wrinkled bills and tucked them into his shirt pocket. He sighed and sat back in the chair, staring at us with piercing yellowish eyes. "Now, as I told our perhaps over-zealous police lieutenant, I have been retained by Ms. Anna Crowley to represent you two, and her,regarding any legal problems that may arise in the foreseeable future. The little incident here tonight will probably not lead to anything significant. But unless I hear from Anna before nine o'clock this morning, I'm afraid we're going to have to deal with the issue of her disappearance." He straightened the crease in his pants fussily. "I don't suppose either of you know where she is?"

I shook my head, not sure if I should tell him even if I did know anything. "She came home about five," Jennifer squeaked. "And we talked for a while. She said she had to work late tonight. And she told me that if she wasn't home when I got up I should call you. And Jack."

"Mmmm. Quite appropriate, I'm sure. You know, I doubt that there's any real problem here. Perhaps we should all have a cup of herbal tea and try to relax, shall we? Do you have any herbal tea, dear?"

"Maybe, in the kitchen. I can go look, if you want. But...the news stories? They're saying she got blown up with her boss in his limousine." She stifled a sob.

"I'm aware of that, my dear. Completely unsubstantiated. And almost certainly untrue. Now you just stay there, and I'll make the tea." He arose creakily and went to the kitchen. I heard the clatter of the tea kettle and water running in the sink.

"Do you know this guy?" I whispered to Jennifer.

She shook her head. "Never heard of him before Mom gave me his card this afternoon. She was acting really strange, like she knew something bad was coming down. But she wouldn't tell me anything."

"I don't know if we should trust this guy or not. He seems really...creepy. But a hell of a lot nicer than those cops."

"I think we have to. Mom said – "

Vholes stuck his head around the kitchen doorway. "Perhaps you could assist me for a moment, Master Jack? Here in the kitchen, please."

I gave Jennifer an uneasy look and kissed her gently. "I'll be right back," I whispered. "I just don't know...."

In the kitchen, Vholes asked me if I knew where the honey was. "Look, Mr. Vholes," I began, " I don't have the slightest idea what is going on with Mrs. C., OK? I really don't. And I'm not sure – "

He handed me a small square of cardboard. "Mrs. Crowley apprised me of your possible reluctance to cooperate, Jack. And she asked me to give you this as proof that I have her full trust in handling this matter." I turned the cardboard over in my hand. On the other side was a photograph depicting me, with a smiling Anna in my arms, about to cross the threshold of the front door at the lake house.

I gasped, feeling the blood drain from my face. "Oh God," I croaked.

"Not to worry, Jack," Vholes said. "This little offer of proof is just between the two of us. The only copy, as far as I know. But since any evidence of a meretricious relationship between yourself and Mrs. Crowley might be, ah, embarrassing, perhaps we should dispose of this token right now." He plucked the photo from my fingers and held it to the flame of the gas burner, then dropped it into the sink where it blackened and curled into ash. "Now, where were we? Ah, yes. Honey. Preferably organically cultivated. Is there any in stock?"

I merely shrugged, still stunned by the photograph and the searing memories it had provoked. "I don't know what to say –"

"Then say nothing, Jack. Always a viable option, and one you should keep in mind at all times. Do not say anything to anyone. I will handle all statements to the press and to the authorities." He found a sugar bowl on the counter-top and put two teaspoons of sugar in each of three mugs before filling them with tea. "I suppose this will do, considering the circumstances. Now if you will carry at least one of these?"

I took two of the cups and carried them out into the living room, handing one to Jennifer before seating myself beside her. Vholes returned to his chair and sipped contentedly. "I couldn't find any herbal tea in your kitchen, but fortunately I am in the habit of bringing a few bags with me for emergencies."

I sipped at my cup tentatively, and my sinuses where flooded with the scents of sassafras, willow root, and other more subtle, wilder herbs. It tasted exactly like the tea A-na had given me in my dream. I raised my head and stared at Vholes. "What is this stuff?"

Vholes stared back at me, his yellow eyes unblinking. "Ancient Native-American recipe, Jack. My great-grandmother passed it down to her daughter, and so on. Very soothing, isn't it?" He slurped at his cup and licked his lips. "And quite delicious, too, if I do say so myself. So drink up, children. There is little we can do tonight, but we should all try to get some rest before morning. It may well be a busy day."

We all sat in silence, drinking our tea. The flickering TV screen once again showed the scene downtown at Cherry Poppers, focusing on a blinking neon sign featuring a naked, busty girl dangling a red cherry over her open mouth. "I would suggest that the two of you ignore the news broadcasts for the moment," Vholes said. "Nothing but unabashed yellow journalism. A disgrace, actually." I reached for the remote and turned off the TV. Vholes nodded approvingly and drained his cup, setting it down on the coffee table.

He stood, shaking out the knife-edge crease in his trousers. "And now, unless you have any pertinent questions, I must be off. Many miles before I sleep, you know. But you two should be in bed. I trust you are going to stay the night here, Master Jack?"

I nodded. "I don't think Jennifer should be here alone. Until her mom gets back."

"Quite right, and her mother's expressed desire as well. And so I bid you 'adieu.' Or more accurately, 'au revoir.' Kindly lock up after I leave, and remember: do not talk to anyone. Do not answer the telephones. In fact, turn them off. If your mother should need to contact you, she will do it through me. If the police disturb you again, advise them to contact me. And do not open the door to anyone, except me or Mrs. Crowley, under any circumstances. Understood?"




Seducing Jennifer Pt. 17-18



Jennifer and I both nodded.

"Right then. Unless something changes for the better, I will be here at nine A.M. and we will discuss your options." He eased out through the front door after looking up and down the street, and closed it behind him.

We finished our tea and set the cups down. I pulled Jennifer into my lap and rocked her gently. She clung to me, resting her head on my chest. I felt the tension draining out of me, and her as well. I yawned. I was suddenly very tired.

"We should go to bed," Jennifer said drowsily. "I think I might be able to sleep. With you here to watch over me."

"I'll just sleep on the couch," I said. "After I make sure everything is locked up tight. Nobody is going to get to you unless they go through me."

Jennifer kissed me sleepily and stood up. "Uh, Jack? Don't take this the wrong way, but I'd feel a lot safer if you would sleep in my bed. With me. I need to feel you close." She crossed her arms under her hard little breasts and looked at me pleadingly. "Please?"

"Sure," I said, my heart leaping with joy. "I'd feel safer too. Why don't you go up and get ready for bed, and I'll join you as soon as I lock up and turn out the lights, OK?"

She paused as she started up the stairs, looking back at me over her shoulder. I tried not to stare at her tight panties, which outlined her cute butt in a most enchanting manner. "Don't take too long, OK, Jack?"

"Just be a minute," I assured her. She went up the stairs and I walked through the house, double-locking the front door and checking all the windows, turning off lights as I went. I unplugged the house phone and turned off my own cell phone, then went to the downstairs bathroom and drained my bladder. Something I had forgotten: my toothbrush. I smeared toothpaste on my finger and squished it around on my teeth, then rinsed with mouthwash.

Upstairs was dark already when I got there. I cracked open Jennifer's bedroom door and peered in. A night-light cast a soft glow on her narrow bed where she lay under a down comforter, her long blond hair like golden threads against the pillow. As I tiptoed into the room she raised the blanket to give me access. "Hold me, Jack. I want you to hold me."

I peeled off my clothes and dropped them on the floor, keeping my shorts on, and slid into bed next to her. She molded herself against me and rested her head on my arm. "I love you, Jack," she said faintly. "I missed you so much..."

"Don't think about that now. Just rest. I'll be right here."

She kissed my shoulder before raising her face to me. I kissed her lips softly. "Goodnight, love," I whispered.

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I walked through a dense forest with A-na, our hands clasped together. The season had changed since I had last been here, and a chill wind rattled the dry leaves in the oak trees. We were both dress in buck-skin garments, and she had a woolen blanket wrapped around her shoulders. We stopped in a small clearing by a spring-fed pond and embraced passionately.

"We must go to water one last time, Tse-k'," she said gravely. "To purify ourselves for what is to come." She spread her blanket in a mossy area and we stripped off our clothes and dropped them on the blanket before wading into the pond. A-na faced east and began chanting a haunting, familiar melody toward the rising sun. "Wa-gi ge quo hi, Wa-gi ge quo hiii..." she began, and I sang with her, our voices blending as we completed the verses and repeated the whole song four times. Then we squatted and submerged ourselves completely in the frigid water seven times. 

We emerged from the water and brushed most of it off with our hands, then ran to the blanket and lay down, wrapping it around us as we clung together, shuddering with the cold. Gradually we warmed, and my errant cock rose between us, pressing against her smooth belly. She kissed me fervently, gazing deep into my eyes, then slid her leg across my hips and guided my cock into her liquid depths. The heat of her radiated through my rigid shaft and pervaded my entire body, and my shivering ceased. We moved together with the ease of long practice, comfortable and comforting, yet fraught with desire. I did not want it to end, but when she reached her glorious climax, her muscular snatch convulsing around my deeply embedded dick, I erupted within her, depositing my essence in a place where I prayed all love lay.

"Ah, Tse-k', my husband," she whispered when she had caught her breath, "I love you truly, to the depth of my souls. But you know why I must go."

"I don't really. I love you so much –"

"I must make a vision quest. You know that."

"But women don't –"

She stopped me with a finger across my lips. "Not usually. But it is my destiny. The signs are all in place. I must do this thing, my love. And you must care for our Tse-ni-sa while I am gone. She will need you. The starving moon will so be upon us, and you must keep her warm and safe."

"But how will you –"

She silenced me with her finger again. "I will be fine, Husband. I am smart. And lucky. And I swear I will return to you as soon as the time is right."

She disengaged herself from me, stood up, and dressed quickly. I dressed as well and wrapped the blanket around her shoulders. I embraced and kissed her one last time before she turned away and started through the forest toward the rising sun. I watched until she disappeared in the trees, then fell to my knees and sobbed into my hands.

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"Jack! Wake up! You're only dreaming!" Jennifer was slapping my face lightly with her slender hand. I opened my eyes, feeling the usual sense of displacement in addition to a vast abyss of sorrow.

"Uh, what...please don't go."

"I'm not going anywhere, Jack. You were having a nightmare, I think. And you were crying." She gently wiped tears from the corners of my eyes with her thumb.

"I'm OK now," I told her. But I knew that I wasn't. "I have to go to the bathroom. Keep the bed warm for me, OK?" I got up and went across the hall to the bathroom, stood before the toilet, and lowered my shorts, then noticed that they were soaked with semen. Oh God. I hoped she hadn't noticed. I kicked them off, urinated, and washed myself at the sink before returning to her. I slipped under the covers and pulled her back into my arms.

"Uh, Jack?"

"Yeah?"

"You don't have any pants on."

"I know. I was too sleepy to get them down in time, and they got wet."

She giggled. "I hope you don't get any funny ideas..."

"I have plenty of ideas, but none of them are funny."

In response, she kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth. We held the kiss until we both drifted off to sleep again, clasped tightly in one another's arms.

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Part 18

Full daylight came far too soon. When the bright rays of the sun streamed through the window my head was fuzzy from lack of sleep, and it took me a few bewildering seconds to figure out where I was. My heart nearly jumped into my throat when I realized that I was in Jennifer's bed, holding an angel in my arms. She had turned away from me during the night, but was firmly spooned against me, her blond head resting on my outstretched arm, her firm derrière embracing my rigid cock. I watched her sleep for long moments, her breathing almost undetectable, her beautiful face relaxed and free of care. I hated to wake her, but a glance at the clock told me that it was 8:30 already, and we were sure to be disturbed quite soon. I smoothed her tangled hair back and tucked the exposed portion behind her ear, then licked the outer rim of that delectable appendage with the barest tip of my tongue.

Her eyes sprang open and she went tense in my arms, then relaxed. "Jack," she said, stifling a yawn, "you're really here. I had the strangest dreams..."

I slipped the tip of my tongue into her ear and she shivered. "Now that," she giggled, "is giving ME funny ideas. And I see that you've been harboring some yourself." She wiggled her ass playfully, tormenting my conscienceless cock. "Oh my God. What time is it?"

"Eight-thirty. And we better get moving. Before your mom gets home, or my funny ideas become serious." She pushed her ass against me, shoving me toward the edge of the narrow bed. "You get up first, so I can. You've got me trapped in here, and I need to wash my face and get dressed."

I removed my arm from under her neck and rolled out of bed. My erection bobbed proudly before me. I hastily grabbed my wrinkled pants off the floor and pulled them, tucking myself in and zipping up with some considerable effort, as Jennifer watched. She lowered her eyes, blushing fiercely when I caught her looking.

I left the room to give her some privacy and headed for the kitchen, clicking on the TV and stopping in the downstairs bathroom to pee and splash water on my face. I rummaged in the refrigerator, thinking to put together a nice breakfast for her, but it was not nearly as well stocked as had been the one at the lake house. I had to settle for OJ, milk, and a box of cereal. We were going to need to go shopping sometime soon.

When Jennifer walked into the room she was radiantly beautiful in tight jeans and knitted top. My heart stuttered when she looked into my eyes. She saw my breakfast preparations and smiled. "Thanks, Jack. Let's eat on the couch, and see what's on the news."

We started eating while a boring advertisement for life insurance played on the screen. The news announcer came on next. "In local news, the victims of an early-morning explosion behind the Cherry Poppers nightclub have still not been identified." The screen showed stock footage of the club's neon sign, then the building itself, still surrounded by police cars and news vans but now roped off with crime-scene tape. Uniformed cops milled around in seemingly aimless fashion while curious bystanders jostled for a better view. "An anonymous source in the police department has confirmed that the Bentley limousine incinerated in the explosion did indeed belong to billionaire investor Hyman Hershkowitz, but apparently the three bodies found within it were burned beyond recognition and have still not been positively identified. "

I released my pent up breath explosively. "Well, I guess that's good news, actually. As far as your mom is concerned, I mean."

"But why isn't she here?" Jennifer said worriedly. "It's almost nine, isn't it?"

As if to answer her question the doorbell chimed. I sprang up and went to the door, peaking out through the small glass window to see Vholes standing on the front porch peering back at me. I quickly unlocked the door and let him in. A camera flashed behind him, and a woman in a business-suit and carrying a microphone was running up the sidewalk as I slammed the door and locked it behind him. The scavengers were already closing in.

The doorbell chimed repeatedly, and someone hammered at the door with a fist. "Ignore that," Vholes told us. "I have taken the liberty of retaining the services of a private security firm, who are even now cordoning off the area. But we will still take the precaution of remaining inside with the doors locked, won't we?"

Jennifer and I both nodded.

"Good then. So. Let us approach the issue at hand." He shot his cuffs and sat down in the chair he had occupied the night before. "Long night for me. Restful one for you children, I hope." His yellow eyes flickered over us, collecting information. I felt like he could see into my mind, and my ears burned. He glanced at the TV. "Turn that off, please. It is not helpful." I used the remote and the screen faded to black.

"So. I assume that Mrs. Crowley did not return or otherwise contact you during the night? No. I thought not. Nor has she contacted me." He consulted the gold watch on his bony wrist. "So, as it is now nine o'clock, I am required to give you these." He handed each of us business-sized envelopes. We tore them open and removed the single sheets of paper within. "Please read them to yourselves and then I will destroy them. I have already been apprised of the contents."

I unfolded mine and scanned it quickly. "Dear Jacky," it began, "If you are reading this, things have become quite complicated, as I suspected they would. Have faith. I will be back, but probably not soon. I have made arrangements with Simon Vholes to provide for you and Jennifer long enough for me to settle things. You can trust him, but no one else. Understand that my top priority is to make sure that you and Jennifer are safe and happy. Some of the details you are about to hear may be puzzling to you, but be sure that I have my reasons for doing what I have done. No matter what happens, I need you to take care of my daughter, Jacky. Remember what I taught you. And remember that I will always love you both, and that while I haven't always been smart, I've always been lucky. Follow your dreams, dearest.  Lovingly, Anna."

I reread the letter and handed it to Vholes. Jennifer handed him hers as well, brushing a tear from her eyes as she did so. Vholes crumpled them in his hand and rose from his chair. "I'll just dispose of these, then. Better safe than sorry, no?" He went to the kitchen and seconds later I smelled burning paper. A smoke alarm blatted for a second and shut off.

Jennifer slipped her hand into mine and squeezed. "Oh Jack," she whimpered. "I just hope she's all right."

"I'm sure she is. Like she says, she's both smart and lucky. We should trust her."

Vholes returned to the living room, dry-washing his knobby hands fussily. "So. I trust this allays your fears somewhat? Good, then. I personally am not concerned for Mrs. Crowley's welfare, no matter what the media may think. She has shown remarkable foresight and is almost certainly safe and sound at this very moment. I have advised her not to attempt to contact either of you, however, until certain details have been taken care of."

He dusted his hands off one more time before sitting down again. "First of all, we are going to have to deal with the authorities. Annoying but necessary, I'm afraid. Lt. Doolan is demanding an interview, and I'm afraid we'll have to comply. I was unable to persuade him to accept a written statement, so I'll have to take you down to his office." He consulted his watch again. "Within the hour, unfortunately. In fact we should leave momentarily. We'll talk more in my car. Are there any ablutions you wish to perform, Miss Jennifer?"

Jennifer stood up and turned to the stairs. "I'll just brush my teeth and...uh, should I change my clothes?"

"What you are wearing will suffice nicely, my dear. And Master Jack; have you any such business to attend to? Or is there anyone you wish to notify as to your whereabouts?"

I stood, aware that I had left my underwear on Jennifer's bathroom floor. "I think I better change my clothes," I said, glancing at my backpack by the end of the couch. "And no, there's no one I need to notify. Well, maybe my friend Tommy. He will be worried about me. I moved out of my parents' house...uh, last night, actually. I doubt that they'll miss me."

Vholes' eyes bored into me. He removed a cell phone from his vest pocket and glanced at the screen. "Yes. I have the pertinent information for your parents and your friend. I will take the precaution of notifying all of them. We don't want them reporting you as a missing person, do we? I will also notify your school that you and Jennifer will not be attending classes for a few days, and see if I can arrange for your homework to be delivered to my office."

I grabbed my backpack and headed for the downstairs bathroom. He even arranged for our homework to be delivered, I thought. Whoopee. I was SO worried about that.

Two beefy security guards escorted us out the back door of the house and into the back of a black limousine parked in the alley. As we pulled out onto the main street, I saw a gaggle of reporters and camera-men point to our car and begin rushing toward the street corner, but the limo accelerated smoothly and left them in the dust. Vholes clicked his tongue. "The vultures are spiraling in," he said drily. "At this risk of repeating myself, please remember to never speak to any of them. I will issue prepared statements as necessary. And as for the police, I will be with you. Do not say anything unless I am with you at the time. And even then, say as little as possible. Which should be easy for you, because you know nothing pertinent to their investigation, correct?"

Jennifer and I nodded in unison.

The limo pulled into the fenced parking lot behind police headquarters after the driver consulted briefly with the gate-guard. "I will take the precaution of escorting you in separately to be interviewed," Vholes said. "I think we will start with Master Jack. Miss Jennifer will wait in the car with my driver, Mr. Sanchez." He looked at her and attempted a reassuring grimace. "Please try to relax, my dear. All will be well. This shouldn't take long."

Jennifer squeezed my hand as I slid out of the car. "I'm scared," she whispered.

"Just sit back and close your eyes," I told her. "This is going to work out all right. You'll see."

Inside the dingy headquarters building, Vholes ushered me to Lt. Doolan's glass office. It stank of dead cigar butts, and a large ashtray on his desk was overflowing with them. "I present to you Master Jack Jameson, as requested," Vholes announced. I looked around the small room. What a shit-hole.

Doolan creaked back in his desk chair, placing his feet on the desk. A short, soggy cigar butt protruded from his mouth. "Well, now. If it isn't the smart-ass redskin in person. Get any last night, stud?" I focused my gaze on my shoes.

"I will note your abusive language toward my client, as well as the racial epithet," Vholes said smoothly. "But for the moment, shall we proceed with the interview?"

"Yeah, we'll proceed all right." He pressed a button on his desk console and barked into the intercom, "Sally! Get over here and take this asshole to Interview Room 2 and let him sweat for a while."

"Are you arresting my client?" Vholes asked. "If so, I would like to witness the recitation of his Miranda rights. And, incidentally, he intends to exercise his right to have his attorney present during interrogation."

"Bite me, Moles," Doolan rasped. "He's not under arrest. He's a material witness in a homicide investigation, so he's got no right to an attorney. Not yet, anyway."

Vholes adjusted his shirt cuffs, diamond cuff-links gleaming in the flickering fluorescent light. "Really? I think you know better than that, Lieutenant. Now, my client wishes to cooperate, up to a reasonable point, so I suggest that you ask your questions right here, and if you find grounds to arrest him, you may do so and then we'll discuss interview protocol."

A sleazy-looking uniformed cop appeared at Doolan's office door. "You got a skell for me, Loo?"

"Fuck off," Doolan growled. "Wait outside. I'll call you in a minute." He chewed his cigar-butt for a moment and stared at me. "Ok, kid: when was the last time you saw the Crowley broad? The older one."

I glanced at Vholes out of the corner of my eye. He nodded. "Uh, I guess it was Sunday around noon. She gave me a ride home."

"Interesting," Doolan said, spitting on the stained floor. "Just a couple of hours after ol' Hymie Hershkowitz's lake house blew up. Just like his limo did last night. You know anything about that?"

"No, sir."

"You lying fuck!" Doolan snarled. "I hear you were porking both the daughter and her old lady. And she was Hymie's little fuck-bunny for years. So you know plenty. Maybe you and her decided to just get Hymie out of the way. Blow his ass up and take off with the loot? Probably sounded pretty good to you, right, stud? Free pussy and plenty of money to go with it."




Seducing Jennifer Pt. 17-18



I shook my head, staring contemptuously into Doolan's bloodshot eyes.

He snorted. "By the way, Vholes, where is the little twat? You were supposed to bring them both in this morning."

"Once again, Lieutenant," Vholes said, "I would respectfully request that you avoid using abusive language toward or in reference to my clients. And in regards to Miss Jennifer, I will produce her after we have concluded this interview. Unless, of course, you prefer to interview them together in my presence."

Doolan pushed away from his desk and slammed his feet to the floor. "You're going to cross the line one of these days yourself, Vholes, and I'm going to crucify your sorry ass. Now, kid; and let me tell you, the worst thing you can do is lie to me: Isn't is true that you spent the weekend at the lake house with the Crowley broads?"

"No sir, it's not true. I –" 

"And you know full well that Mr. Jameson was nowhere near the Cherry Popper's nightclub last night," Vholes interrupted. "Furthermore, I believe that I am correct in stating that there is no evidence whatsoever that Mrs. Crowley was ever at the scene of either explosion, or otherwise involved in any criminal activity. So that rather belies your material witness allegation, does it not? Now, unless you somehow feel that you have probable cause to arrest my client, we will be exercising our right to leave this building. My clients are both justifiably distraught, and may require the attentions of a medical practitioner." He hesitated, waiting for Doolan to put me under arrest. "I thought not. Good day, Lieutenant."

"Eat shit and die, Vholes!" Doolan screamed as we turned to leave his office. "Go chase an ambulance, or go out for a wad of spaghetti with your Mafioso buddies. Whatever you think you need to do. But bring me that little Crowley twist within 15 minutes or I'll put out an APB on her."

As we exited the building, I murmured to Vholes, "What a stupid asshole."

"Quite so," Vholes replied. "Although one hates to denigrate a vital body part with such a comparison. Now into the car with you, Master Jack, and Miss Jennifer and I will be back momentarily."

When Jennifer and Vholes came back to the car, Jennifer was pale and shaking. She crawled into my arms and hid her face in my armpit. I remembered something else I had forgotten to pack: deodorant. "What a vile excuse for a human being," she said, wiping her tears on my shirt.

"Just one of the 99% that give the profession a bad name," Vholes quipped. "Unfortunately, I doubt that we will be encountering any of the other 1% during the course of this procedure. But on the bright side, you both performed admirably. I'm sure I can count on you to follow my instructions, and this will be settled forthwith with no casualties on our side."

We headed towards home, riding in silence for a few moments while Vholes fiddled with his cell phone. "Still no word from Mrs. Crowley, I'm afraid," he said finally. "Not that I expected any. But one can only hope." He put the phone away. "Now, as I have other things to tend to today, and the two of you should seize any opportunity to rest yourselves before the next assault, there are a few details –"

"You mean we're not done with the police?" Jennifer interrupted.

"I'm afraid not, my dear. They can be expected to pry around in dark corners until they can find an excuse to drag you in again. But, of course, I am equally committed to foiling their efforts. So: on to business matters." He handed us each a stapled stack of papers. "Read these and sign, please. These contracts authorize me to represent you in legal matters. A technicality, but a necessary one."

I flipped through the pages, scanning the legal boil-plate. I suddenly got a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Uh, how are we supposed to pay for this? It says here that your fee is $500 an hour...I can't even pay you what I owe you for this morning. Not that it wasn't worth it. It's just that I'm about broke." I glanced at Jennifer. "We're both about broke. And I doubt that Mrs. C. has a lot of money put away --"

"That's where you're wrong, sir," Vholes said comfortably. "You need have no anxieties regarding that score. I am authorized to tell you that Mrs. Crowley has seen fit to establish a rather substantial trust in favor of the two of you. I cannot give you all the details at this time, according to the trust instructions, but I may say that it will be sufficient to sustain you both for the foreseeable future. Quite comfortably, in fact, if you comply with a few simple requirements. First of all, you must reside together, or at least within the same dwelling unit. Does that present any difficulties?"

I shook my head vigorously, then glanced at Jennifer. She was also shaking her head.

"I thought not. Still, one must verify. In addition, you must both complete your high school educations. Any problem there? Good. You must also both attend the same college in the fall, which I understand was already planned, and you must both graduate from this or some other accredited four-year institution of your choice within five years. The trust will cover all costs, of course. Again, any problems there? Excellent. And finally, if either of you were to be legally married, even to each other, before college graduation, your benefits under the trust would be severely curtailed. Understood?"

We nodded, glancing at each other in amazement.

"Perfect, then." Vholes removed two small manila envelopes from an inside coat pocket and handed them to us. "This should cover necessary incidentals for the time being. You will also be receiving a monthly stipend which is to be deposited in a bank account jointly held by the two of you. You should open one as soon as possible and stop by my office with the appropriate information so that I can arrange for the direct deposit. If at any time you find that you need additional funds, you may request them from me. I am authorized to disburse funds as needed for health, education, or general welfare. Quite liberally, but not unlimited of course. Please do not purchase any expensive automobiles. Or diamond rings." He grinned skeletally.

I peeled open my envelope and riffled through a stack of crisp hundred-dollar bills. One thousand dollars. Quite liberal indeed. I tucked the packet into my shirt pocket.

"If you need food or other necessaries immediately, you may ask one of the security guards to purchase them for you, as it would be most unwise for either of you to leave the house. You will reimburse him yourself, and it would be prudent to include a substantial tip. Or you may have prepared food delivered. In any case, this is only temporary. In a few days the furor will die down, and your movements will be less restricted."

The limo cruised into the alley behind Mrs. C.'s house. "Hurry inside, now, children," Vholes urged as a security guard approached and opened the car door. "Rest and recuperate. I will see you tomorrow, if not sooner."

"Thank you so much, sir," I said to Vholes. "I just don't know what we would have done without you."

"Nor do I, son," he said softly. "Nor do I."

The guard hustled us into the house just as a crowd of reporters came sprinting around the corner, waving microphones and shouting. I slammed the door and locked it before leading Jennifer to the living room and settling onto the couch. She crawled into my lap and rested her head on my chest. "Oh, Jack," she said, fatigue evident in her voice, "I'm so tired. And so confused. I don't know what to think about all of this. I don't even know where to start thinking about it."

I kissed her golden hair. "Me either. So let's not think right now." My stomach rumbled, the breakfast cereal long digested. "Maybe we should get something to eat. We could order in a pizza..."

"Whatever you think, Jacky. I'm too tired to care. I just want you to hold me."

I rocked her in my arms until her grip on my neck relaxed and her breathing became slow and steady. I leaned my head back on the couch and closed my eyes too.

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I stumbled out of the forest and headed towards our little house, scrubbing tears from my eyes with the heels of my hands. I skirted the cornfield, which had already been stripped of its bounty, the dry stalks shocked and standing like sentinels against the coming winter. A squat wattle-and-daub food cache near the house held the growing-season's bounty of corn, beans and squash, and was our nearly sole source of nutrition throughout the coldest months. As I approached it, a rangy-looking dog, perhaps half coyote, bounded out to greet me, her tail wagging with joy. I stooped to rub her silky ears and she whined, panting, looking up at me with pale blue eyes. She grinned at me, exposing snaggle teeth. "Good girl," I told you. "Did Tse-ni-sa give you a treat for guarding the corn crib?" She groveled and whined again, rolling over to expose her belly.

I knelt and crawled into the house, the dog close behind me. As I passed through the inner curtain I breathed in the familiar smells of our home; cedar, wood-smoke, and roasted meat. Tse-ni-sa squatted near the small central fire, stirring a pot at the edge of the fire-pit. "Husband!" she exclaimed, rising to greet me. I took her in my arms and held her as my tears began to flow again. "A-yeee!," she said, pointing at the dog, who was crawling slowly towards us, grinning and groveling apologetically. "Out, you smelly creature!" The dog yelped and bolted back into the entrance tunnel, but moments later I noticed her sensitive nose poking out from under the inner curtain, her nostrils greedily collecting the fragrant cooking smells.

"She spent all day guarding the food cache," I explained. "And you. So I think she deserves something to eat."

Tse-ni-sa sniffed dismissively. "She deserves to go into the stew pot, rather than eating out of it." Nevertheless she ladled some stew into a clay bowl and handed it to me. "Give her this then. But tell her to keep her stinky carcass and her fleas outside."

When I came back inside after feeding the dog, Tse-ni-sa handed me a steaming bowl and a stack of small flat corn-cakes. "Eat, husband. Your stomach complains." Indeed, my stomach was growling loudly as I accepted the bowl and squatted near the fire, spooning the fragrant contents into my mouth with a folded corn-cake. It was a delicious combination of corn, beans, and some kind of meat, seasoned with wild onions.

I wiped out the bowl with the last corn-cake and stood, walking to the bed where my beautiful young wife sat combing her long hair. I took the wooden comb from her hand and finished the job for her, admiring her lustrous hair as I ran the comb through it.

"Now I will feed your souls as I have fed your body," she said, standing before me and stepping out of her deerskin dress. She was spectacularly naked beneath it. She knew I loved watching her undress, and prolonged the operation as long as possible. Her firm young breasts stood proudly above her slender waist, and feminine hips framed the furry patch through which my tongue loved to wander. She shivered. "It is too cold for me to stand here while you gawk," she said. "Put some wood on the fire and get into bed with me. One or the other may take the chill from my bones."

I moved the stew pot away from the fire and carefully pyramided a few sticks over the coals before going back to the bed, quickly shedding my clothes, and slipping beneath the fur robe that covered my lovely wife. She pulled me into her arms and kissed me, then held me at arm's length to search my face with her eyes. "You sorrow for our wife, A-na. Am I not enough to comfort you until she returns?"

"It's not that," I explained. "It's just...I fear that she will not return. And my souls ache."

She pulled my head to her breast and smoothed my long hair. "She will return, Tse-k'. She is strong and smart. And, as she is fond of saying, lucky. We must follow her wishes and await her return, together. Now, make love to me. My we-sa is growling nearly as loud as your stomach was. And her hunger is not so quickly satisfied."

I knelt above her and she guided my stiff cock into her hot wetness. I had intended to tease and titillate her slowly, first with the head of my cock and then with my tongue, but as soon as I entered her slightly she thrust herself against me and I sank into her, glorying in the tightness of her. I meant to refrain from movement, but quite soon I could no longer resist the instinct to lower my hips and move within her grasping sheath. Her hips rose and fell to meet each thrust until our desires peaked together, the waves of each amplifying the other's until I collapsed into her arms, spent in mind and body. The world suddenly seemed to be a far better, warmer and benevolent place than it had just a few hours before.



Seducing Jennifer Pt. 19-20



Part 19

I awoke to find Jennifer still cuddled on my lap, her golden hair spread across my chest. My neck crackled as I raised my head from the back of the couch. I twisted my head carefully from side to side. Damn; I was going to have a hell of a stiff neck for a while. That was when I noticed that I also had a hell of a stiff prick. It was beginning to ache worse than my neck. I was definitely going to have to whack off as soon as possible. I really didn't know if that was normal at my age or not, but I suspected that it was, despite the stated opinion of my Sunday School teacher.

As they used to say, "Nine guys out of ten jerk off regularly. And the tenth guy is a liar." Well, I'm not a liar.

I shifted Jennifer on my lap as gently as possible to restore the circulation to my legs. It was totally coincidental that this action also shifted my dick into a position where it rubbed comfortably against her slender thigh. It felt really good, and I was extremely sorry that we still had not dealt with the issue of what she saw me doing to her mother last week. Or, more accurately, what she had seen her mother doing to me. I was clearly guilty either way, and she had every right to be pissed at me. Maybe if I could come up with the right kind of apology she would forgive me...in time.

Meanwhile, as I pondered these weighty subjects, I was surreptitiously rubbing my aching dick against Jennifer's thigh. It was starting to feel good. I hadn't jacked off all week. (Wet-dreams don't count, obviously.) And my sperm reservoir was close to record-high levels. It was starting to feel REALLY good when Jennifer stirred. She looked up at me, and I thought I saw love in her light blue eyes. They had the faintest ring of green around the irises...like flowers with greenery peeking out behind them. She kissed me then, and my doubts began to fade. She would forgive me. Eventually.

She broke the kiss, wrinkling her tiny nose enchantingly. "Ewww. I bet my mouth tastes like a cat-box. Sorry, Jacky."

I captured her lips again, briefly. "It tastes like true love, to me."

She turned her face away. "Well, if we're going to do that I need to go brush my teeth." She started to slide off my lap, but I restrained her with hands around her waist. She struggled for a moment and then relaxed. "So I guess that means you don't want to do that. Too bad, then." She rested her head against my chest and began exploring my pectorals and down to my abs, and soon one slender hand encountered the bulge in my pants where the head of my cock was trapped against her thigh. Her eyes widened. "Good Lord, Jacky! Did you leave the pressure cooker on the stove too long?"

"Kind of feels like it," I croaked.

She scratched the underside of my cock-head with her thumbnail and I had to stifle a moan. "I had the strangest dream just now, Jack," she said dreamily. "We were in this odd little mud house, and there was this really ugly dog...and we were all really sad, because...well, because of something that happened."

The hair prickled on the back of my neck even as the sensations in my dick began to become more insistent. "When you say 'we,' do you mean you and me?"

"Yes..." She removed her hand from my groin and picked at a button on my shirt.

"I'm beginning to think we both had the same dream."

She laughed. "You're so full of it, Jack. You're just trying to get back into my good graces. Or something else." She blushed.

"No, really. I can describe it to you exactly."

"Ok, Mr. Smarty-pants: what happened next?"

"You gave me corn and bean soup with corn cakes and then we..."

She froze against me. "And then we what?"

I shifted uncomfortably. "And then we did something we've never done, in this version of reality anyway."

"Like what?" 

Now I knew she was playing with me. "Like sex things. You know. We DID it. And we both liked it. A lot. Speaking of which, it would be really nice if you would do that thing with your thumbnail again that you were doing a few minutes ago."

"What will you give me if I do?" she teased, lowering her hand to the bump in my pants and scratching once, lightly.

"I'll give you a thousand dollars," I said, plucking the cash envelope out of my shirt pocket. "In advance."

She snatched the envelope and stuffed into her top. "I can probably give you an appointment for next week sometime. I'm pretty booked up, you know."

"Please. I'm in pain here."

"Well, I AM dedicated to relieving the suffering of others." She scratched at my frenulum again, harder.

I did moan then. And she kept scratching. Without warning, hot semen spurted into my pants, soaking through my underwear and staining my trousers. She scratched more vigorously and I continued to come until my shorts were completely soaked. "Damn, Sweetie," she said. "You really were about to explode. And it looks like you just did. Was it worth a thousand dollars?"

"Easily," I said, flopping back against the couch. I felt like I could float away and bounce on the ceiling. "And there's more where that came from."

She took advantage of my relaxed state to slither off my lap. She pulled the cash envelope out of her top and used it to fan her face. "Hot in here. And since I already have your thousand dollars, what do you mean, 'there's more where that came from?'"

"I wasn't talking about the money."

She colored prettily. "You pig. Tell you what: I'm going to go upstairs and brush my teeth and take a shower. While you go and change your underpants. For the second time today." She turned to the stairs and stuck her tongue out at me. "And maybe you could order a pizza after that. I'm starving." She scampered up the stairs.

"You'll have to loan me the money," I called after her.

I went to the downstairs bathroom and took my pants and shorts off. I was still at half-mast, and my entire pubic patch was syrupy with come. I washed it off with a warm cloth and considered just hopping into the shower while I was at it. Then I remembered Anna saying, at the lake house when she was playing 'Little Virgin Annie,' "I was hoping you would just come in and get in the shower with me." What the hell. Mama knows best, right?

I pulled on a clean pair of shorts from my back-pack, rinsed out my mouth, and drained my bladder before going out to the front door and peeking out the window. A hefty security guard sat on a lawn chair just outside the door. I unlocked and cracked the door open. "Hey, Dude? I want to order a pizza. Let me know when it gets here, OK?"

He turned to look at me. "Sure, kid. Good idea. Maybe you could order one for me too. And a six-pack of Old Milwaukee would be nice. It's boring as hell out here."

"Yeah, no problem. I can order the beer but you'll have to take delivery of it. I'm only 18."

"Gotcha covered, kid. Order a six-pack for yourself if you want. I don't give a shit."

I closed the door and locked it again, then plugged in the house phone and called the local Domino's. Two large with extra cheese, pepperoni and mushrooms. And two six-packs of Old Milwaukee high test. None of that 'lite' shit for my homeboy out on the porch, or for me either.

I ran upstairs and found the bathroom door cracked open. The room was filled with steam, and I could vaguely make out Jennifer's sinuous shape behind the glass shower door. She was washing her hair.

"I need fifty dollars," I said loudly.

"For what?"

"Pizza. It's on the way."

"Well you'll have to wait until I get out of the shower. And the sooner you get out of here the sooner I can get dried and dressed."

I gathered my courage and dropped my shorts, peeled off my shirt, and slipped into the steamy bathroom. I tapped on the shower door. "I'll come in and help you. The pizza guy could be here any minute."

"No WAY!"

I opened the shower door and climbed in. She had just finished rinsing her hair, and was wringing the water from it. Droplets streamed off her body and dripped from her engorged nipples.

"You horny pervert!" she shrieked, hammering at my chest with tiny fists. But her light blue eyes belied her actions, and when I captured her slippery body she met my kiss with parted lips. When she broke it she was nearly breathless. "Oh all right then. You can wash my back, as long as you're here."

I did so, admiring every muscle and curve of her sweet little body. I finished her back all too soon, and my hands began to wander towards the front. Ah, the delectable front, with its small, firm breasts, peaked with saucy pink nipples...

"Enough already!" she giggled, grasping my wrists. "If you wash them any more I won't have any skin left!"

"Sorry. But as long as we're both here, I have something that needs to be washed too...it's kind of dirty so you'll need to wash it pretty thoroughly."

"I'm sure you can do that yourself," she laughed, slipping past me and stepping out of the shower. "Just don't commit any mortal sins while you're doing it."

I washed and rinsed hurriedly, remembering Anna saying, "I was being a bitch and you should have just dragged me out of there and thrown me down on the bed." What the hell. She'd been right before.

I stepped out of the shower and grabbed Jennifer around the waist. I carried her, wiggling and protesting, to her narrow bed and tossed her onto it, then flopped down beside her. I moved to kiss her and she pushed me away. "No, Jack. I'm serious this time. We have to talk before we do any more fooling around."

"Let's see how fast we can talk," I suggested. "I bet I can recite the Gettysburg Address in under thirty seconds. Wanna hear it?"

"You ass. I'm trying to be serious here. Get up now. You're getting my comforter all wet."

Just then the doorbell rang downstairs. "Shit," I groaned. "The pizza is here."

"So go get it. The money is in my jeans in the bathroom."

I'm pretty sure she was looking when I walked naked to the bathroom to get the money. When I came out to put on my shorts and shirt, however, she had turned to face the wall and covered herself with a towel.

I ran downstairs and peeked out the window. The security guard was standing there waiting patiently. I cracked open the door and slipped him a hundred-dollar bill. "Tell the pizza guy he can keep the change," I told him impulsively.

He turned, paid the surprised and grateful delivery guy, and passed me a flat pizza box and a six-pack of beer. "Guy said thanks, call anytime," he grinned. "And I appreciate this too. Big time."

I closed the door and ran back upstairs, hoping that Jennifer would still be lying naked in the bed. It would be fun to sit in bed naked and eat pizza. Warm olive oil might drip off the fragrant pizza and run down her slender fingers, trickle off onto a breast...and I might feel inspired to catch the drip with my tongue just as it reached her nipple...

She was sitting on the edge of the bed in a long nightshirt, brushing out her damp hair. I stopped abruptly. "Uh, wow. I mean, the pizza's here." I held up the grease-stained box.

"You didn't have to bring it up here. I was just about to come down anyway."

"Oh. Okay. Shall we sit on the couch and eat it, then?"

"Sure. I'll be right down. You don't have to wait for me if you don't want to. I'm sure you're as hungry as I am." She looked directly at the lump in my shorts. My cock was behaving rudely again. "Maybe you're a lot hungrier than I am."

I walked back downstairs. Things hadn't turned out the way I'd hoped, but it wasn't all bad. She had looked gorgeous in her tatty old nightshirt. And I strongly suspected that she wasn't wearing anything under it. So there might still be some hope. If the talking part went well.

I set the pizza box and the beer on the coffee table and went to the kitchen for a couple of plates. I brought a stack of napkins and couple of glasses too. Might as well try to class things up a little, rather than drinking right of the can. Neither of us had ever consumed much beer. Three cans each should get us pretty well hammered. And maybe in the mood for something more satisfying than a thumb-job through my pants.

She came walking demurely down the stairs just as I was topping off the glasses with foaming beer. My heart leapt into my throat. I thought she looked like a princess in her faded blue nightshirt. Or at least like Cinderella, just before the fairy godmother got involved.

She sat next to me on the couch. "Yummy! That smells so good."

I opened the cardboard pizza box and lifted out a slice for her, putting it on a plate. She accepted it gratefully and put the plate in her lap, then tasted the pizza. "Heavenly," she moaned, licking grease off one pink fingertip.

"Ought to be. It cost a hundred dollars, including tip."

"It's worth it. Only ten percent of what I get for two minutes work, actually." We devoured our first slices quickly, and I passed out seconds.

She sipped at her beer experimentally and wrinkled her nose. "I don't like this stuff much. Kind of yucky."

"Neither do I," I lied. "But it's very good for you. And we have to keep our strength up, you know?"

She slapped at my thigh playfully. "You geek. Hey, you want to watch the news?"

"Not really. It's all BS anyway."

"We ought to at least see what they're saying. Even if we know it's probably not true."

We watched a couple of boring commercials before an anchorman appeared, looking grave. "This just in regarding the explosion near the downtown nightclub, Cherry Poppers. Authorities have tentatively identified one of the three bodies found within the burned limousine as being that of billionaire investor Hyman Hershkowitz. Another is suspected to be that of his driver, identity unknown, and the third, a young female, also remains unidentified. Anyone who has information regarding the possible identities of the victims should call the downtown police department immediately."

I looked over at Jennifer. "I guess that's good news. If it was your mom, they'd know by now, wouldn't they?"

"I guess." She dropped the remains of her third slice of pizza onto her plate and licked her fingers moodily. "Could we just turn that off now? Obviously it's just the same old nothing. And we really do need to talk."

I flicked off the TV and gobbled the last of my third slice, then finished hers as well. "OK. Let's talk." I drained my glass and popped open another can of beer.

She set her plate on the coffee table and moved a few inches away from me, tugging her nightshirt down to cover her knees as she tucked her feet under her. Beautiful, delicate little feet. "We need to talk about Mom. And you. And what I saw that time."

I gulped beer before answering. "Okay...uh, well...I'm sorry you saw that. It just kind of happened. We were talking about you and me, you know, doing stuff without getting in trouble, and she was trying to explain some things to me, and we kind of got carried away. No excuse, I know. And I'm so, so sorry."

"I get that, Jack. But I was so horribly jealous. I had hoped that you and I could have our first time together, I guess. And I was mad because there you were, doing it to Mom, when you could have been doing it to me."

"If I had done that to you we might be in a lot of trouble right now. Yeah, yeah; I know that's not the point. But as crazy as it sounds, she was just trying to help."

"I know, Jack." She pulled one bare foot out from under herself and put it in my lap. "She mentioned that in the letter. In a way it makes sense...but mostly it just sounds crazy. But she can be like that. I figured out a long time ago that the whole Church Lady thing was an act, but I pretended to go along with it because it made her happy. But...Oh, Jack. It may be the last vivid memory I have of her, and I hated her at that moment." She put her other foot in my lap. The nightshirt had ridden up to above her knees, and I stroked her lithe calf muscles comfortingly.

"And then I think about those weird dreams, both last night and today. Seriously, Jacky. Did you really have the same dream I did this afternoon?"

"Seriously, yes. It was like an out-of-body experience for me. More real than reality. And if you had the same dream at the same time, I'm starting to wonder if we were actually there. Together. Somehow."

"That's just so crazy. But I felt you inside me...and it was so real...and you know we've never done that, so how would I know what it felt like? Of course, since I don't know, maybe what I felt in the dreams is not what it's really like."

I tickled the back of her knee with my fingers and inched upward along her thigh. She snatched her feet back and curled them under herself again. "I'm so confused," she moaned. "I know this is not a good time to make decisions. But I want you, Jack, and I think you want me too." She directed a significant glance toward my shorts, where my semi-erect cock was clearly outlined, then looked away, coloring slightly. "Oh, why does it have to be so hard?"

I looked down at my swelling cock. The head was about to pop out of my waistband. "Because otherwise I would have to tape a stick to it to get it in," I said.

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Chapter 20

Jennifer hopped off the couch, pulling her nightshirt down, but only after I got a thrilling view of her thighs almost up to heaven. And, as I was hoping, she was not wearing any panties under the nightshirt. My cock sprang to full attention.

"You goof! When I said, 'Why does it have to be so hard,' I was talking about the whole sex thing, not YOUR thing!"

"Oh," I said, eyeing the purple head of my dick, which had just exposed itself above the waistband of my shorts. "My mistake."

"I think you're obsessed, Jack. I'm not sure you ever think about anything but sex."

"Do too. I think about you all the time. And how much I'd like to have sex with you."

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms under her lovely little breasts. I couldn't help noticing that her nipples were showing saucily through the fabric of her nightshirt. "That's not going to happen any time soon, Jack. It's going to take at least a month before we know the pills are working right. We have to be responsible. And one of Mom's biggest worries was that I would get pregnant right away, like she did I guess, and that it would spoil all the fun for me."

I reached for her and she backed away. "I'm with you all the way, Sweetie. Totally. And while I'm sorry you were jealous about me and your mom, she made that all about me and you, and one of the things I learned is that getting there is most of the fun, and I don't want to rush it. I think that the time to actually DO it will come when neither of us can stand to wait another minute."

That was probably a bad time to remind her of my 'training sessions' with her mother. Jennifer's eyes narrowed. "It's SO not fair. You know what we're missing out on, and I don't. Unless what happened in the dreams is realistic."

"I think you can trust the dream that far. And I don't really know what we're missing either, except for the dreams. Because in the dreams...it was far better than anything I have ever felt in this reality."

She searched my face for signs of prevarication, and, finding none, smiled faintly and turned toward the stairs. "I'm going to go upstairs and read for a little while. Come up and join me whenever you're sleepy." She started up the stairs, then turned, and with a distinctly 'come-hither' look in her sparkling eyes, and said, "But don't stay up too late...I suppose we ought to expect Mr. Vholes to show up right around nine in the morning."

"I'm pretty sleepy already," I said, stretching and yawning. "I'll wash up down here and be there in a few minutes. Maybe I could read to you until you drift off."

I got up and took the dirty dishes and remains of our meal to the kitchen, then started towards the bathroom. As I passed the house phone it rang, and I picked it up automatically. "Hello?"




Seducing Jennifer Pt. 19-20



Tommy's voice blared from the receiver. "Dude! Is that you? Fuck, I've been trying to call you like forever. Nobody seems to know where you are, but then just now I saw that thing on TV...so I figured I'd try again. Before you drank all the beer and got too gassed up to talk. So what's up?"

"What thing on TV?" A chill ran down my spine.

"Fuck, Dude. They been running a clip showing some guy handing you a pizza and a rack of beer. And you were standing there in your drawers."

"Shit!" I yelled. "Those cocksuckers!"

"Yeah. And they were talking about how that would be possession of alcohol by a minor, since you're only eighteen, and wondering if maybe that meant that Jennifer's mom was in there with you and it was for her. So is she? At the house with you, I mean."

"No, she's not," I groaned. "I wish the hell she was. But we really don't know where she is now."

"You better ditch your empties, Dude. You can bet the cops are watching that shit."

"You know it, Dude. Thanks for calling me, Tommy. I got to get rid of this shit right now." I envisioned Doolan and Tinkler storming the security guards and kicking down the door. "I'll call you right back."

"Hey, wait! Who the hell was –"

I hung up and gathered the beer cans, two empties and four full ones, put them in a plastic Walmart bag, and went to the back door. I pushed the curtain aside slightly and looked out. There was another security guard sitting on the back steps, but I didn't see anyone else. I cracked the door open and said softly, "Hey! Dude! You want a couple of brews?"

He turned his head, startled, and stood up. "Hey, bruh. Yeah; that would be real. There ain't dick going on back here."

I passed him the Walmart bag. "I got a couple slices of pizza left too, if you want."

"Cool!" 

I passed him the greasy pizza box too. "Just take the empties with you when you go home, OK? You know how people talk..."

"Got you covered, bruh." We bumped knuckles and I locked the door again.

Damn. I had a feeling that Tommy had just bailed my ass out once again. I thought of Jennifer waiting upstairs. And then of Tommy sitting around holding his phone and waiting for me to call back. Fuck. I owed him several big ones, and I couldn't just unplug the phone and blow him off.

He answered on the first ring. "Yo, Tommy. I got rid of the evidence."

"Excellent. Safety first, right?"

"You know it dude. So how is it going with you?"

"Not as good as it is with you, I bet. So tell me, who the hell was that guy who called me? He sounded like the Cryptkeeper."

I laughed. "He kind of looks like that ol' dude too. He's our lawyer. And I don't know dick about lawyers, but I'm gonna say he's a good one."

"So why do you need a lawyer?"

"You know Mrs. C. is missing, right? And all that mess about the rich guy's limo blowing up, and I guess his vacation house blew up too. Well, the cops are thinking that Jennifer and I were involved in that somehow."

"Damn! You got your ass in a crack, Dude?"

"I don't know. And that's about all I can tell them, 'cuz I don't know shit about any of it. But of course they're not buying that. And it's pretty clear that if they could pin it on me somehow they'd be happier that pigs in shit. Case closed. Glory hallelujah."

"The Po-po suck big hairy dicks, Dude. You got to remember that. They'll pin this on the first jig that walks past if they can. And I'm sure you're dark enough to do in a pinch...how your folks dealing with this shit? They got you praying 12 hours a day?"

"They can suck me off, Dude. I'm out of there. I'm staying with Jennifer for now. Later...I don't know, but I'm never going back there."

"So how's it going with sweet Jenny? You get any yet?"

"Yeah, about that...she just went to bed, and I was on my way up to tuck her in when you called."

"I bet you'd like to tuck something into her."

I hesitated. "Come on, Tommy. She's in bad shape right now, worrying about her mom. So I just need to be here for her."

"I hear you, Dude. But you play your cards right, you'll be moving off the couch and into her bed, you know what I'm sayin'?"

"I hope you're right, Dude. But hey; thanks for calling, and I'll try to call you back tomorrow. I got to keep the phones unplugged 'cuz of all the reporters trying to call."

"Keep the faith, Dude. I'll catch you later then."

I hung up and unplugged the phone.

After a quick bathroom stop I loped up the stairs. Jennifer's bedroom door was closed. I cracked it open and peeked in. She was in bed, under the comforter, partly reclining against a stack of pillows. Her eyes were closed, but when she heard me she opened them. The bedside lamp was turned down to the low setting, and it bathed the scene in a cozy glow.

"Hey," I said. "You awake?"

"Barely. What took you so long?"

"Tommy called. I forgot to unplug the phone earlier, and I picked up without thinking. And I thought I owed him an explanation. Then I had to lock up and stuff, you know?"

"Yeah. I just thought you might be in a little more of a hurry to get up here...but since you finally made it, would you please get in here and hold me?" She held up the corner of the comforter and made space for me to get in bed beside her.

I crossed to the bed and reached for the lamp to turn it off.

"Leave it on, Jack. I want to see you."

With her gaze locked with mine, I peeled off my shorts and shirt and slid into bed beside her. She slid into my arms, and I realized that the nightshirt had disappeared. She was totally and gloriously naked. She rested her head on my chest, one soft hand resting on my stomach. I kissed her hair, inhaling her clean scent.

"Jack? Tell me a story."

"Like what?"

"Like when we lived in a little mud house with a thatched roof, and a storm was coming..."

"And we went inside, and while your mom was making tea, we uh..."

"Tell it right, Jack. We made some jokes about, um, pussies and green persimmons, remember?"

I stirred uncomfortably. "Yeah. And then you and I made love. And we all lived happily ever after."

She pinched my nipple. "There was more than that. Tell me."

"You mean the part where I was the meat in the sandwich?"

"OK. Now I really am convinced. We definitely had the same dream – not just once, but twice. It's so insane...but there's no question that it happened. But what does it mean, Jack?"

"I guess it means that we're so close, and so much in love, that our dreams are in synch. Nobody understands how the human brain works, right? So maybe this kind of thing happens to other people too, but they just don't talk about it."

"Maybe. But what does the part about you and me and mom in bed together mean? That was really weird."

I drew a deep breath. "Maybe it means that she's always with us, somehow. Even when we're in bed together. And she's happy and she approves...we're all linked by love."

She snuggled against me, her stiff-nippled breasts grazing my side. The monster began to stir in his pubic lair. "I like that explanation, Jacky. Because if it means something more literal...I just don't know if I could do that. It seemed so natural in the dream...but if she were here in bed with us right now it would be too freaky. People just don't do that. I don't think I could ever do that."

"I know. But the dreams happen in a different time and place. Maybe a different universe, I don't know. And there have been places right here in America where at one time that would not have seemed unusual to anyone. Before the religious bigots got here, anyway."

"I guess." She lifted her face to me, wanting to be kissed. "We're in this place and time right now though, and Mama is not here, sooo...my we-sa is crying for you, Jack." She blushed. "Do you think you could kiss her and make her feel better?"

I brushed her lips with mine and traced them with the tip of my tongue. She nibbled at my lower lip and pushed herself against my hip, and I could feel her damp warmth. We shared a deep, wet kiss and my hand strayed to her breast, the size and shape becoming familiar but ever more enchanting. I kissed her swan-like neck, and she shivered. "Don't tease me, Jack. I feel like I'm about to explode."

I lowered myself to kiss her breasts, teasing the nipples lightly with my teeth. I kicked the covers loose so my long legs could hang off the end of the bed, and went even lower, until my face was level with her damp pussy. I traced her moist slit with my tongue, finding that her inner lips were swollen and very warm. I fluttered them with my tongue and she moaned, clutching at my hair. "I want to taste you too, Jack. Can we do that? Right now?"

I threw back the covers and pulled myself up beside her, then lifted her small body over me and pulled her up to my face. I delved my tongue into her snatch and she shuddered convulsively, then quickly turned herself around to face my feet and bent to engulf the head of my cock in her hot, eager mouth. I plunged my face into her nest, and slid my tongue into her as far as it would go. A flexible membrane perhaps an inch past the opening obstructed further invasion. She flinched when my tongue prodded it.

"Careful, Jack. That is kind of sensitive right there." I probed more carefully, finding an opening in the center of the membrane and circling it with my tongue. The muscles in her thighs trembled.

She stuffed as much as my cock into her mouth as she could, grasped me in one hand, and began to suck slowly. The sensations in my cock were almost unbearable.

I replaced my tongue with a finger and went after her tiny clit, circling the hood and pushing it back with my tongue, then stimulating it gently and rhythmically. It wasn't long before she had to take her mouth off my prick to catch her breath, although she kept stroking my saliva-coated shaft with her hand. I felt the tension in her little body winding tighter, and I increased the pressure of my tongue on her clitty. She trembled on the brink of her release for long moments before crying out with joy and plunging into the abyss. Her internal contractions expelled my probing finger, and she shuddered to limp completion, collapsing onto me, my straining cock still clutched in one tiny fist.

That was when the doorbell began to chime insistently.



Seducing Jennifer Pt. 21-22



Part 21

"Son of a BITCH!" I groaned. I briefly considered ignoring the doorbell, at least until I could shoot my load. I envisioned my hot spunk jetting onto Jennifer's rosebud lips, her eyes wide in amazement as the thick spurts continued, perhaps opening her mouth to taste my love-offering...but the doorbell continued to chime. Something had to be seriously wrong.

She whimpered as I lifted her limp body off my chest and scrambled out of bed. I wriggled into my shorts, my cock most uncooperative in this endeavor, and I stumbled down the stairs. I went to the front door and peeked out the window. All I could see was the security guard's broad back pressed against the door. I heard the muffled sound of raised voices, the security guard stating loudly that he had already notified Attorney Vholes and that he would not move from the door until ordered to do so by his employer. Uh oh. This did NOT look good.

I froze for a moment, trying to think. Apparently Vholes had already been called, but someone was demanding immediate entrance, undoubtedly the police. We needed to get ready for company, in case Vholes failed to get here in time. I dashed up the stairs two at a time. "Jennifer," I said. She was still sprawled on the bed where I left her, gloriously naked in the dim light, a beatific smile on her flushed face. "Honey, I'm sorry to disturb you, but I'm afraid we're about to have company. Looks like the cops are out there, and the guard is trying to keep them out, but I don't know how long that will last. Vholes is on his way, but if he doesn't get here real soon...

Jennifer lifted her head, panic in her light blue eyes. "I think you should lock yourself in the bathroom and get dressed, but stay in there. If they get this far, tell them you're in the shower, and you'll be out in a minute. Anything to delay them until Vholes gets here. I'll be downstairs, where I was sleeping –" Jennifer nodded, "and they're not going to get past me without a ruckus, so you'll have some warning." I turned to go back downstairs. "And remember that I love you!"

"I love you, Jack. And please be careful. Don't do anything dumb – "

I ran back downstairs, snagged a pair of jeans and a shirt and dressed as I stumbled to the back door. The guard was standing up, his fists clenched, at the ready. I opened the door and said softly, "Hey, man. I think we're about to have some trouble. Maybe you ought to come inside, because I think the cops are about to bust in." He nodded and followed me into the house and out to the living room where he went to the front door and looked out through the window. "Shit, they just cuffed my partner," he whispered. "They're gonna come in, but they're gonna have to go through me to do it. Hope your attorney gets here quick, because this is going to get real nasty." I tried to look over his shoulder but could not see anything.

A flurry of thunderous knocks and kicks hit the front door. "Police! Open up!" I thought I recognized Doolan's gravelly voice and backed off a step.

"Get back, kid," the guard said. "I'll try to slow them down a little. Maybe you ought to make sure your little girlfriend is at least dressed." I didn't move. "Go on, kid. They'd like an excuse to beat the crap out of you, unless I miss my guess."

"They're going to get hurt if they try it," I said, trying to sound fierce. "I've had all of their crap I can take already."

"Don't –" the guard began, and at moment the door shuddered, the frame splintered, and the heavy front door banged open, striking the guard in the head. He stumbled backward into my arms, his knees folding.

Doolan appeared in the doorway, grinning around his damp cigar-butt. Officer Tinkler stood next to him, looking sheepish. "I have a warrant to search this joint," Doolan barked. "You two assholes get down on your knees and put your hands on your head, NOW!"

The security guard regained his balance, but he was still wobbly. Blood was streaming from a cut on his forehead, and I still supported him with a hand on his beefy arm. "Show me the warrant," he groaned.

"Obstruction of justice," Doolan announced triumphantly. "Subdue this asshole, Tinkler, and cuff him. He's under arrest."

Tinkler shuffled forward and slammed his baton into the guard's midriff. He fell to his knees.

"Back off, Tonto, or you're next!" Doolan screamed. He reached for me and I stepped back. He came after me and tripped over the gagging security guard. I may have accidentally kicked him in the face as he fell, although I'm hazy on that point. He pulled a gun out of a shoulder holster and pointed it at me. "Better start your death song, Chief," he snarled. "You just pissed me off, and that can be fatal."

I backed up further and held my hands up, although my first impulse was to kick the gun out of his hand.

Cameras flashed in the background, and I saw a crowd of reporters standing on the front porch, edging closer with microphones outstretched.

"Get your thumb out of your ass and shut the door, Tinkler," Doolan said, "and get some back-up over here. We got ourselves a situation. I'll take care of the kid."

I backed up slowly, considering making a run for the back door, but Doolan had regained his feet and was still pointing his gun at me. Tinkler kicked the door shut and leaned his back against it, fumbling at his radio with shaking hands.

"I'm going to give you one last chance, Buck. Lucky for you I'm in a good mood. Get down on your knees and keep your hands on your head. NOW! Or I swear to Christ I'll blow your brains out right here."

I took another step backward and dropped to my knees, lacing my fingers together on top of my head.

"Aw shit," Doolan drawled, menace in his red eyes. "You just failed to make my day, douchebag. Now get down on your face. You're under arrest for possession of alcohol by a minor, supplying alcohol to a minor, resisting arrest, and some other shit I haven't thought up yet. DO IT!"

I clumsily fell forward into a prone position, taking the impact on a shoulder and keeping my hands laced firmly atop my head. "Cuff this cocksucker, Tinkler!" Doolan screamed. "God damn you are about as useless as tits on a boar hog!"

Tinkler stumbled toward me, the door creaking open behind him. "I still ain't called for back-up, Loo," he whined. "Fuckin' radio won't work. I think the battery's dead."

"You dumb shit. Just cuff him, and then use the telephone. You think you can handle that?"

Tinkler knelt beside me, wrenched my hands off the top of my head, and tied them behind me with a plastic zip-tie. Cameras began flashing again through the open doorway. Screaming sirens became audible in the distance and rapidly came closer. "Dammit, Tinkler, why is the fucking door open again?"

Tinkler rocked back on his heels. "Watchoo want me to do first, Loo?" he said recalcitrantly. "Want me to hold the door closed, find the phone, or clear the rest of the house? Like we shoulda did already. Like we woulda did if we'd brought another couple guys like I said."

"Jesus, Tinkler! You are just plain stupid." Doolan kicked the front door closed again and leaned back against it. "I thought you would be enough to take down this dumb red nigger and one little girl. Find the goddam phone and then clear the house if it makes you happy. We know damn well there's nobody else here, except that one little twat."

Tinkler stood up and looked around the room. "I don't see no phone, Loo."

Doolan made a rude noise. "Forget about back-up. Sounds like they're already here." The sound of multiple sirens had become deafening and seemed to be coming from all directions. "Get over here and hold the door, then."

They traded places and Doolan kicked me viciously in the ribs. "Get up, Chief. You and me are going to go find your little pussy." I stayed where I was and kept my mouth shut.

The security guard groaned from where he lay prone on the floor. "Don't do it, kid. Stay right here where I can witness this." He rolled over painfully and sat up, glaring at Doolan.

Doolan glared back and bellowed, "Anyone else in this house get out here right now with your hands over your head! If I don't see you in 30 seconds I'm coming after you!" He put his foot on the back of my head and ground my face into the floor. "Call your little snatch, Chief. Tell her to put her panties on and get down here. Or do you have her tied to the bed, maybe?" He kicked me again, in the face this time.

I stayed silent. He slammed the barrel of his gun against my ear, turning it numb. "Call her, asshole!"

A new voice spoke from the kitchen door, barely audible over the howling sirens. "Cease and desist, Doolan! Step away from that citizen and for God's sake put your gun away."

Doolan backed off. I felt blood trickling down my cheek toward my mouth.

I heard the static of a radio transmission and the new voice said, "Shut off the damn sirens and get the media back to the sidewalk. Secure the premises, but do not – I repeat DO NOT—enter the house." The sirens cut off in mid-scream, and the sudden silence was nearly as deafening.

"OK, Doolan. What in hell is going on here?"

"Well, Cap," Doolan began, an ingratiating tone in his voice, "It was like this. I got –"

"That's Captain Hardwick to you," the voice interrupted.

"Yes, sir, Captain Hardwick. Like I was saying, I got reliable information that the kid here had got some booze delivered, so I figured he was feeding it to the little girl, maybe trying to, uh, get her drunk so he could abuse her. So I got a warrant to look for illegal alcohol, and me and Tinkler came over to search the place and make sure she was OK. Then we had some trouble with these rent-a-cops, so we arrested them for obstruction of justice and assaulting a police officer. And then this kid jumped me, and I had to put him down too. We was just about to call for back-up when –"

"Pardon me, Captain," I heard Vholes' creaky voice saying, "Both my client here and the security guard seem to be bleeding quite profusely. I would request that we invite the paramedics inside forthwith. And remove the restraints from these two gentlemen. I assure you that they are unnecessary in the extreme."

"I'm telling you these two skells assaulted us, Captain," Doolan began doggedly. "You cut them loose and they'll prob'ly – "

"Cut them loose, Officer Stankhouse," Hardwick said to another person I had not yet heard from. "Gently, if you please. And then escort them to the couch and see that they don't leave until I can sort this situation out."

"If I might pose another suggestion, Captain?" Vholes said. "If you could see fit to remove your officers from the house, it would be most helpful. It is becoming extremely crowded in here, and the paramedics will need room to work. There is also another occupant of the house, Miss Jennifer Crowley, who is probably terrified right now, as well as another security guard who I expect has been incapacitated outside somewhere. I will personally vouch for the behavior of my clients and the guards, if you would be so kind as to leave us here and interview your officers elsewhere."

"Outside, Doolan!" Captain Hardwick barked. "You too, Tinkler. Stankhouse, find the other guard and see if he's hurt after you help these two gentlemen to the couch."

The room emptied rapidly, and I began to shiver as the adrenalin left my system. Things became a bit hazy for a while, but somehow the uproar settled down, the paramedics got inside, swabbed and bandaged me, and took the two guards to the hospital to have their cuts stitched up. Jennifer and I sat on the couch with a blanket wrapped around the two of us, and Vholes faced us in his usual straight-backed chair.

"Well then," Vholes said, crossing his skinny legs and straightening the crease in his pants. "It appears that the crisis has abated. Captain Hardwick has assured me that there will be no further interference from the police department, so we may be best advised to relax and debrief, as it were. I believe this calls for a cup of tea all around, don't you agree? Then when we've all calmed down sufficiently, we'll discuss strategy."

I smiled at Jennifer. "Yes please," she squeaked. "I can make it if you like –"

"Don't think of it, my dear," Vholes said, rising to his feet. "I prefer to do the honors myself, actually. And I came well-prepared, so if you don't mind I will just borrow your kitchen again for a few minutes..." He left the room and we heard water running in the kitchen sink.

I put my arm around Jennifer and she snuggled against me. We were both prone to periodic fits of shivering, and I clutched the blanket tightly around us. I sighed deeply and nuzzled her golden hair.

"Oh Jack," she whispered. "I'm so sorry you got hurt because of me. I don't know how you can still love me when I've caused you so much trouble."

"I don't know how NOT to love you. And I don't want to find out. But anyway, none of this was your fault. I was stupid for ordering the beer. I should have known better. And then when Tommy warned me that it had been on the news, I should have called Vholes right away. I gave Doolan just the excuse he needed to come after us."

"You couldn't have known, Jack. If it hadn't been that it would have been something else. They are determined to get into this house, but I really don't see why."

"I figured it was just to mess with us. But now I'm wondering if it's more than that. I can't imagine what they think we have that they want..." I could imagine, though. Anna had mentioned video being recorded at the lake house, and the snippet I had seen on her laptop was something that a few highly-placed individuals might be very nervous about. What if she had some copies hidden in the house somewhere?

"Maybe that Doolan is just a pervert and he was hoping to catch us in bed together. Which he almost did." Jennifer smiled up at me mischievously. I kissed her forehead.

"You might be right. If I were him, I'd risk my job to see you naked. Hell, I'd risk it even if I were me."

"You've seen all there is to see, Jack. And it's not all that."

"You need to look in the mirror more often," I told her. "It is 'all that,' and then some."

"You're prejudiced."

"And you're drop-dead gorgeous. I'll never get sick of looking. And touching. And kissing. And –"

"Ahem," Vholes said from the kitchen doorway. "Tea is served, children." He handed us each a cup and went back for his own, then returned to his chair. He sat and lifted his cup towards us. "To peace and quiet, then."

We raised our cups and I said, "To our most excellent attorney." We all drank.

"Ah. Most delicious. Fortunately I thought to bring along some honey this time. It truly enhances the experience, does it not?"

We made appreciative noises and sipped at the tea. Once again, it brought back vivid memories of my strange dreams, and I wondered if it had the same effect on Jennifer.

Vholes finished his tea in a few gulps and set his cup down. "Excellent beverage. I once considered attempting to market it, but decided that perhaps it was something that the hoi polloi could not possibly appreciate. Or, if it turned out that they could, might abuse it. The effects are subtle, but once one realizes....Ah, well. That's neither here nor there." He shot his cuffs nervously and looked at his watch. "We'll make this brief, children, if you please. I have a modicum of work still to do, and the two of you should get some sleep."

We nodded, drained our cups, and set them down.

"First and foremost, Master Jack: Are you absolutely certain that you have sustained no injuries that should be examined by a physician?" His yellow eyes bored into me.

I nodded my head. My ear throbbed.

Vholes sighed. "I strongly suspect that you sustained a mild concussion from that blow to the ear. Not that anything can be done about it now. But it might be useful to have such a diagnosis on the record...I am considering a tactical strike against Lieutenant Doolan in the form of a personal injury lawsuit. But perhaps that will be unnecessary. It seems that Captain Hardwick is extremely perturbed with his lieutenant. He apparently is a friend of your mother's, Miss Jennifer. Did you know that?"

Jennifer shook her head, her eyes widening. "I've never met him, and I can't imagine where Mom would have...oh. Well, maybe at one of those dinner parties she had to go to with her boss."

"I expect you're right, my dear. In any case, we now know that we have a tentative ally within the police department, which should make us all feel a great deal better. Although by no means should we trust him implicitly. Heavens no. But at least I have obtained his assurance that there will be no more interrogations at police headquarters. He has agreed that he will accept written statements from each of you, which I will prepare tomorrow."

I breathed a sigh of relief. Jennifer said, "Oh, good! I hope I never see that place again."

"Quite. So on to the next topic: your living accommodations."

I interrupted him. "Uh, I guess you figured this out already, but it kind of looks like this was all my fault. I ordered pizza and beer for me and the guard, and somebody got a picture –"

Vholes waived a shriveled hand at me impatiently. "Say no more, Master Jack. Say. No. More. The security guards have both made sworn statements to the effect that they drank all the beer, that you ordered it at their request, and that they accepted delivery and paid for it. Perfectly understandable, and a considerate gesture on your part, Master Jack. The delivery man corroborated the details. Case closed, warrant invalidated. And, of course, that will be your statement as well. Understood?"

I nodded vigorously.

"Still, there is a lesson to be learned here. You must be extremely cautious about giving even the slightest hint that you are in violation of any statute whatsoever. Now, as I was saying." He twisted his gray pony-tail reflectively. "Ah, yes. Accommodations. I'm afraid that you children cannot continue to reside here. For a number of reasons, but first and foremost, because the front door can no longer be secured. Oh, I will have it repaired tomorrow, but there are other considerations. Security, for one. The media, for another. So. My driver is prepared to take you both to a rather fine hotel which caters only to a select clientele. The media will not gain access to the building. Nor will the police. I have taken the liberty of reserving a two-bedroom suite for you. So, Miss Jennifer, if you would kindly pack your necessaries? We should make all deliberate haste."

"But..." Jennifer began, "What if Momma comes back and I'm not here? She'll be terrified."

"Not to worry, my dear. She will undoubtedly contact me well in advance of her return and I will certainly apprise her of your situation. And if she were to reappear, it would be best if she were to join you at the hotel rather than here. Indeed yes. So, please, go pack a bag. You needn't bring much more than a change of clothes. I will make arrangements for the augmentation of your wardrobes tomorrow. You may pay for that out of your allowances, and if you need more money we will discuss it."

Jennifer stood up, squeezed my hand, and went upstairs.

"Now, Master Jack," Vholes said, leaning toward me and speaking urgently, "if you know of anything within this house that might be compromising to Mrs. Crowley, or to yourself or the lovely Miss Jennifer, anything at all, please tell me now. I think we should assume that the house will be searched at some point, and we want no surprises."

"Mrs. C. did mention something about video tapes or discs," I said cautiously. "But I have never seen anything like that. And I really doubt that she would keep them here, if she had them."

"Most likely not. But I will take the precaution of collecting anything of that nature and securing it at my office none the less. Anything else? Prohibited substances, perhaps? Documents that might be valuable or threatening to anyone? Large quantities of cash?"




Seducing Jennifer Pt. 21-22



I shook my head at each suggestion. "I've never seen a hint of anything like that, and I've spent a lot of time here. She was somewhat of a religious fanatic, actually. But I was thinking – maybe we ought to search the place before the police do, you know?"

"I certainly do. And I have already made arrangements to have that done. So, Master Jack, I suggest that you also pack up your belongings and we will get Miss Jennifer out of here and into someplace more easily secured against intrusion, shall we?"

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Part 22

The door of Vholes' limo was opened by a doorman in front of a rather subdued-looking multi-storied structure in a part of town where I'd never been before. Jennifer and I stepped out and I took her hand. Vholes ushered us to the front door, which was opened by a well-dressed man, apparently the concierge. A discreet bronze plaque next to the massive iron-studded door advised passers-by that this was the Hotel Napoli, Est. 1922.

"Bon giorno, Luigi," Vholes said. They exchanged a brief handshake and I thought I caught a glimpse of a bill being exchanged.

Luigi slipped his hand into his jacket pocket and brought it out again empty. "Bon giorno," he said, bowing to each of us in turn. "Welcome to the Hotel Napoli. I know you must be tired, so Carmine here will escort you to your suite. May you have pleasant dreams, and if you should require the slightest thing, please feel free to call the front desk at any time, day or night." He hesitated and lifted Jennifer's hand to his lips. "buona notte e sogni d'oro, bella signorina." She looked up at him, puzzlement on her face. "That is to say, lovely young lady,' good night and golden dreams.'"

Carmine showed us to the elevator, relieving us of my grubby backpack and Jennifer's heavier suitcase. He punched the button for the seventh floor, and arriving there we walked a short distance down a silent corridor where he unlocked the door to suite 74. We entered and he turned on the lights. Jennifer gasped. "Oh my God..."

Carmine slid past us with the luggage as Jennifer and I stood gawking at the beautiful apartment. We were standing in a tiled entry-way, with a bathroom door on one side and another door on the other, presumably a closet. The entry-way opened onto what was apparently the main room. It was decorated tastefully with plush furniture in subdued colors, and was lit by a crystal chandelier and several bronze table-lamps topped by bowl-like stained-class shades. At the far end was a galley kitchen, separated from a small dining table by a bar of polished wood. The ceiling was at least ten feet high.

Carmine opened two doors at the opposite end of the room. "The bedrooms," he said. "Would you care to choose...so I can place the luggage?"

Vholes stepped forward, his hand outstretched. "That won't be necessary, Carmine. We thank you, and I'll be down momentarily."

Again a bill changed hands, and Carmine bowed respectfully before leaving the suite and closing the door softly behind him.

"Well then," Vholes said, rubbing his bony hands together. "Do you both think this accommodation will be satisfactory? Or would you care to look around a bit more?"

I looked at Jennifer. She was staring at the glittering crystal chandelier. "Uh, sure," I said. "We'll take it."

"Good. Then I'll bid you goodnight. Or 'buona notte,' as the case may be. We'll talk tomorrow, then. If you require food, or drink, you may call the front desk. I believe you will find that the kitchen is stocked with the basics, but room service is also available at any time of the day or night. So, although I hate to rush out, I must be off."

"Goodnight and thank you so much," Jennifer said weakly. "See you tomorrow," I said. "And thanks for everything. You really –"

"No thanks necessary, Master Jack. But I would appreciate it if you would refrain from trying to leave the hotel until we discuss certain matters..."

"Absolutely," I agreed. "We're not going anywhere. Is it OK if I make a phone call though? I'd like to tell my friend Tommy that we're safe and sound."

Vholes hesitated. "I can notify him. I would prefer that no one be aware of your location at this time. Perhaps a visit could be arranged at some point...we'll have to assess that situation later." He turned and walked to the door. "Goodnight, then. Pleasant dreams, children." He held my gaze a moment longer than comfort dictated, his cat-like eyes boring into mine before he slipped out the door and the lock clicked behind him. I went to the door and engaged the chain before returning to Jennifer's side.

"My God, Jack!" Jennifer whispered. "Can you believe this place? It's like a palace or something."

"Yeah. Can you imagine what it's costing us? Or how we are going to pay it?"

"Oh, I guess it's going to be covered by the trust. If it's not, we'll be out on the street by this time tomorrow, most likely."

"I wonder how much is in that trust," I mused.

"I have no idea. I didn't know Momma had any money put away. She was always really careful about budgeting...but maybe her boss set up some kind of investment thing for her. He was as rich as Midas, you know. Or maybe," her lovely eyes widened, "maybe he left her something in his will! And now we're really, really rich!"

He sure did leave her something, I thought. Although probably not on purpose. "That could be it," I agreed. "Will you still love me when you're a billionaire?"

She put her arms around my waist and hugged me fiercely. "I'd love you no matter what, Jacky. Even if we had to live in a little mud house in the wilderness. With a sneaky snaggle-toothed dog."

"Good," I said. "Perfect, in fact." Although I was beginning to prefer the little mud house. I kissed the top of her head, inhaling her clean scent. "Because if you quit loving me, I don't know what I'd do. And I hope I never find out."

"Let's look around!" Jennifer said, releasing me from her embrace. We walked into one bedroom, which featured an enormous canopied bed and heavy carved walnut furnishings. The carpet under our feet was a colorful oriental extravaganza, as thick as a well-tended golf green. There was a connecting dressing room with lavatory, which connected to a bathroom featuring a large tiled shower enclosure and a separate marble tub. A second dressing room also connected to the bathroom. This one was more feminine, with dressing table, lavatory, and something I believed to be a bidet. Beyond that was a second bedroom, clearly designed for the use of a lady. It had a rather spindly brass four-poster and was draped with a gauzy pink material, which might serve to conceal the occupant, more or less. The furnishings were of the fragile-looking continental type, and looked rather uncomfortable. But definitely decorative. The carpet was, again, an ornate oriental in pastel colors.

"This place is fantastic!" Jennifer exclaimed. "So which bedroom do you want, Jack?"

"Whichever one you're in," I said.

"Pervert. Well, which one should we share, then?"

"That bed looks kind of flimsy to me. Might not take a lot of bouncing."

Jennifer giggled happily. "But it's so pretty. I'd look like a princess in that."

"You'd look like a princess even in a pig-pen," I said, pulling her into my arms. "I guess we could switch off every night. So you don't get bored."

She laughed, blushing as she looked up at me. "It suddenly occurred to me that the word 'bored' has two meanings. You know – it can be like what happens when you're in school and you've heard it all before, or like what you do with a drill." She glanced pointed down towards my waist. My dick, having been feeling neglected, twitched its head with interest.

"So if I asked you if you were bored, you might say...?"

"I might say 'not yet but I hope to be within a few weeks,'" she laughed, starting to sound slightly hysterical.

I pulled her close against me and kissed her rosebud lips. Her mouth opened to me readily and our tongues met and greeted one another affectionately. She pressed her firm breasts against me, and I felt the little nipples stiffen. My dick clearly enjoyed this, because it began to swell also.

We parted, gasping for breath, and she started toward the main room, tugging me by the hand. "I'll put my things in this room, and you can put yours in the other one," she said. "Let's do that now, because if we keep kissing like this, boredom is a distinct possibility. And I'm famished, Jack, and you need a shower, so why don't you try to clean the blood off yourself while I see what there is to eat. OK?"

"I guess," I said. "Wouldn't want you to get bored. Not right away, anyway."

She kissed me again, briefly, and pushed me toward the other bedroom door. I took her suitcase into the feminine room and left it on the dresser before dragging my backpack into the other bedroom. Now THIS bed could withstand some serious boring. And probably had done so many times in the past. I smoothed my hand across the heavy velvet quilt covering the bed. Nice. I sat on the high mattress and bounced experimentally. Comfortable, and not too soft. I laid back on the bed, putting my hands behind my head. Sweet. I could get used to this. I looked up at the carved wooden canopy covering the bed and saw myself looking back. The center of it was covered by a large mirror. Oh my. This had distinct possibilities.

I got off the bed and dumped the contents of my backpack into a wide dresser drawer, located my last clean pair of shorts and a tee-shirt, and took them to the bathroom. I peeked into the medicine cabinet. All kinds of stuff in there, including some disposable toothbrushes, toothpaste, various male-type cosmetics...and a large tube of KY jelly? And a neat stack of condoms? This was really full service all the way. I peeled off my clothes and went on into the bathroom, turning on the hot water in the large shower enclosure. There was even a bench to sit on in there, and a full-length mirror. A built-in set of shelves contained a variety of hair-care products, razors, shaving jell...I adjusted the water temperature and wet myself down thoroughly before reaching for some shampoo. I carefully washed my long black hair and rinsed it, then applied some conditioner and left it in my hair while I soaped my body. Tensions began to seep away. I rinsed off and peered into the mirror, wiping the condensation away with my hand. I stared back at myself, my nearly black eyes wide. I was not such a bad-looking Skin, I thought. I picked up a plastic razor and looked at it, then at my smooth bronze face. I'd never needed to shave before, but there were a few hairs on my upper lip and chin. In fact my entire body was nearly hairless, except for the thick hank of hair on my head and my sparse pubic patch. Maybe I should shave that...no, probably not a good idea. I put the razor down.

I examined my face again, inspecting the damage Doolan had done. A small cut next to my eyebrow had scabbed over already and didn't hurt much. My ear was still caked with blood, however, and I used my finger to scrape out the folds and whorls. Didn't feel very good. The bastard had really whacked me with that pistol. But I had suffered worse at the hands of bullying older boys at the school, when I was younger. I was very short and thin as a child, and my dark skin had been an oddity that seemed to attract assholes that had sadistic tendencies. It had taken me years to discover that the only way to deter bullies was to make sure that they got hurt when there was a confrontation with me. I usually got hurt worse, but of course they didn't want to get hurt at all, so the physical bullying, at least, ended the day I broke one heavy-set kid's nose with my forehead, then kicked him in the balls. He had cried like a baby, and I had barely resisted the mad urge to grind my heel into his gushing nose while he lay on the ground sobbing. The word got around quickly.

But verbal abuse continued. And, surprisingly, there were benefits. It brought Tommy and me together, as we were practically the only people at the school who had any discernable melanin in their skin. And we kind of adopted Jennifer, who was not only smart but unusually tiny with a doll-like beauty that filled the other girls with jealousy and attracted boys who apparently believed that pulling her long hair or making stupid remarks about her height would make her like them. And so we became the Gang of Three.

I hoped Vholes had, in fact, called Tommy as he promised. I would really like to get Tommy over here for a visit. This place would blow him away. But on the other hand, I didn't want to make him a media target. Or a target of anyone else, either. I shivered despite the hot water pouring over me. I had an uneasy feeling that Anna had made some powerful enemies, and unless she could control them with the embarrassing spy-video footage she had stolen from Hershkowitz, there was likely to be serious trouble. But this hotel, while a little spooky, seemed to be about the safest place I could imagine. Particularly since no one knew we were here.

I had been harboring a vain hope that Jennifer would get tired of waiting for me and join me in the shower, and I lingered under the warm spray longer than I ordinarily would have. If only she would slip into the cubicle with me...her eyes sparkling with excitement as she surveyed my wet, naked body...I would take her in my arms and kiss her until her knees grew weak, and then I would set her on the bench seat and kneel between her slender thighs...my cock twitched and thickened, apparently finding this topic most interesting. I lathered up a handful of soap and caressed it gently, barely making contact with the shaft, and merely bumping the sensitive crown with the top of my hand. It rose expectantly, and I stroked harder. Jennifer and I had been interrupted moments before I would have come from her oral ministrations. The terror that had followed had dampened my ardor, but obviously had not eliminated it. I was now hornier than ever. But insisting on resuming our activities, considering the trauma she had undergone, was not my style. I would need to hold her tenderly with no demands this night, at least, and in order to do that I was going to have to relieve the pressure in my balls. I stroked my cock with a firmer grip. I should just shoot my load in the shower and get it over with. I neared my peak, straining toward my stroking hand, supporting myself with my other hand against the wall as my knees began to tremble and my toes cramped. "Jennifer!" I whispered hoarsely. "I'm going to come, Sweetie. I'm going to come in your pretty mouth if you don't stop...Oh God!" My balls clenched and my cock swelled, but I could not quite reach the point of release. I pounded my tingling meat harder, my hand slapping against my balls painfully at every stroke, but I still could not come.

"Jack?" I heard Jennifer say from outside the steamed-up shower stall. "Are you alright? You're taking an awfully long time in there..."

"I'll be right out," I said in a strangled voice. "Unless you'd like to come on in and help me with something." I tried to minimize the slapping sounds as I spanked my throbbing cock. I didn't want to stop now. I was so close.

"You sound strange. Are you sure you're not sick? Eeeek!" The shower door opened and Jennifer stood there, fully clothed, her hand over her mouth. "What are you...I mean I know what you're doing...but why?"

I dropped my cock and turned away from her. "Sorry," I mumbled. "I just thought that later you would be too tired to fool around, and...you know. I knew I wouldn't make it through the night."

"Oh. Well, I know I kind of left you hanging before, but I was going to make it up to you later..."

I turned around, shut off the water, and reached for her. My rampant cock bobbed in front of me, so hard it was curving upward like a flexed bow. She backed away, her eyes wide. "You're all wet! And your supper is getting cold...." She backed up another step. "Why don't you just finish what you were doing...then I won't have to feel guilty...."

I groaned and actually put my hand on my dick, but I knew it was no good. And she looked like she was planning to stand there and watch...that might have been exciting if I weren't so thoroughly humiliated. "If you could help me just a little," I begged.

She flushed bright red, her blue eyes focused on my stiff cock. "Oh, I don't think so," she said, and I saw the tip of her pink tongue dart out to moisten her lips. "Maybe later. In the princess bed. If you can get me in the mood." She caressed her breast absently, and I saw that her nipples were showing clearly through her tight sweater. "And you probably can."

"Please?"

"No, Jack. Meet me in the dining room." She turned and left the bathroom, her enticing fanny swaying saucily. "I think you should hurry, too. Things might get cold."

I grabbed a thick towel and dried myself off. Damn it, why was I always getting caught jerking off? Maybe because I was in the habit of doing it three or four times a day? Was that normal, or was I some kind of sex maniac?

I found a luxurious velvet dressing robe hanging in the bathroom closet and pulled it on. Nice, if I could keep my erection from popping out the front of it. I finally contrived to tie it back with the belt of the robe. It showed no sign of going flaccid any time soon.

Jennifer had set two places at the dining table with plates, crystal glasses and gleaming silverware. The plates were heaped with fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, and a vegetable medley. An ice bucket containing a green bottle sat to one side, and a frozen cheesecake was thawing on the bar. I pulled out a chair and guided her into it. "My lady...bon appetite. Perhaps the mademoiselle would care to taste the wine?"

"Oh, do you like it, Jacky? There is so much stuff in the fridge I didn't know where to start. So I heated up some frozen fried chicken dinners and put the food on this fancy china...doesn't it look delicious?"

"Not as delicious as you," I said, lifting the bottle out of the ice bucket. "But then, what is?" I examined the bottle, recognizing the label. "Hmmm, Dom Perignon. An excellent selection, mon amour. Perfect with fried chicken." I removed the wire and zinc foil, twisted the cork, and it flew out of the bottle with a loud POP and bounced off the lofty ceiling. I poured some wine carefully into Jennifer's crystal glass and she sipped at it.

"Oooh, fizzy!" she exclaimed. "Almost like Sprite. But not so sweet."

"Your taste is exquisite, mon cher," I told her as I seated myself. "As is your taste in men."

She stuck her tiny pink tongue out at me. "Be careful, Jacky. You're on probation, you know."

We tasted the food. It was good, but although I knew I was hungry, I had more pressing needs. Jennifer took a bite of fried chicken and rolled her eyes. "This ain't KFC," she said. "Now I see what all the fuss about free-range chicken is about. Try it, Jack."

I bit into a crusty breast and chewed off a strip of meat. It actually had texture, and did not remind me of protoplasm grown in a tank. "Not the most delicious breast I've ever tasted, but a close second," I said, gazing fixedly at her chest.

She shook her head despairingly. "Jack, you make me nervous sometimes. Is everything about sex with you? I really wonder if I'll ever be enough for you...it's kind of scary."

"You'll always be enough for me."

"Jack?" She hesitated with a forkful of vegetables halfway to her mouth. "I think we need to make a rule."

"Like what?" I took another bite of chicken. My stomach growled appreciatively.

"Like, when you want sex so bad you can't stand it, you come to me first. And if I can't help you, then you can do it yourself...but only when I'm there. Because if it's not something we share...it seems kind of like cheating, you know?"




Seducing Jennifer Pt. 21-22



"Does the same rule apply to you?"

She blushed furiously, averting her eyes. "That's fair, I guess. But I don't do that, so...."

"Never?"

"This is really embarrassing, Jack. The first time I ever had an orgasm was with you. So no, never. At least not to the point where I...." She applied her fork to her dinner. "Eat your dinner, Jack. I'm getting sleepy."

"Me too." I gulped a glass of champagne and poured a little more. We both picked at our food for a few minutes, stealing glances at each other. She yawned. I imitated her. Finally I pushed back my chair and said, "I couldn't eat another bite. Would you care for desert, cher?"

"Could we have it in bed?" she asked huskily. She looked deep into my eyes and held my gaze for a long moment.

"Of course."

"Then I'll go get ready, if you will put things away here. No sense in wasting this wonderful food. Meet you in the princess bedroom in five minutes?"

"It's a date," I said, standing and helping her with her chair. "And thanks for making dinner. It was delicious."

"You didn't eat much," she pouted.

"Saving room for desert. Now go, or I'll beat you to the bedroom and start without you."

I was sitting on the edge of the 'princess bed' when she came out of her dressing room. I inhaled sharply. She was a princess indeed. She had found a diaphanous white satin gown that molded her girlish curves wonderfully, and although it covered her from neck to ankles it had a plunging neckline held together with crisscrossing laces. Over that she wore a nearly transparent peignoir with long sleeves to cover her bare arms.. She had piled her golden hair atop her head and her slender neck and beautiful face glowed with good health, and, I hoped, desire.

She stopped when she was just out of arm's reach and spun slowly to show me the whole package. "Am I as pretty as a princess, Jacky? Does this make you want me?" Her back was bare beneath the negligee, the gown being cut down to expose the dimples above her sweet little derriere.

With dry mouth I stammered, "You're more beautiful than any princess I know...and I do like the gown, but nothing could make me want you more than I already do." She edged forward, fiddling with the tie of the peignoir. I noticed that she had highlighted her mesmerizing eyes with makeup, and brightened her cupid's bow lips with rouge.

"Should I take this off? I wouldn't want it to get...ummm...stained or anything. When I saw it in the closet I thought, 'that's what I want to wear on my wedding night,' but it's just so pretty I had to try it on. And then I didn't want to take it off."

"I'll take it off," I said, reaching out and pulling her closer. I untied the strings holding it together at the top and began to peel it off of her slender shoulders.

"You don't like it," she pouted. "You can't wait to get rid of it."

"I can't wait to see what's under it."

Obliging me, she let me lift the peignoir from her bare shoulders and watched as I laid it carefully on the velvet bench at the end of the bed. Then I reached for the laces of her nightgown. "No, Jack! This stays on. Princesses never sleep naked. It's against the rules."

"Did you find the official princess rule book in there too?"

"You should watch your naughty mouth, you knave. I could have you beheaded for that, you know."

So she wanted to play princess. I dropped to one knee and bowed my head. "Please forgive me, your Highness. But if you remove my head, you will lose the use of my tongue."

"You're on parole, then. But I'm going to have to keep a very close eye on you."

"Might I assist you into the royal princess bed, then, my lady?"

"You may." She stepped forward regally and extended a delicate hand. I kissed it and then swept her up in my arms and tossed her onto the bed. She bounced, giggling. "With decorum, Knave! One does not throw princesses into their beds!"

I let my robe fall to the floor and slid into bed beside her. "I'm not sure if Knaves are allowed to sleep naked," I said. "We probably are. We probably do just about everything naked. So the princess can be sure we don't have any concealed weapons or anything."

She eyed my suffering cock critically. "You'd have a time concealing that weapon even if you were wearing a suit of armor. So, Knave," she extended a slender finger and traced the magenta-ridged crown of my cock, "have you come to seek a boon from your princess?"

"I seek admittance to your Highness's royal pleasure vault, my lady. I wish to make a deposit."

She stifled a giggle. "Denied! The vault is closed for the time being. But if you would care to show me the tribute you have for me..." She grasped my cock with her small hand and stroked gently, "I may allow you to make your deposit sooner rather than later."

I lay back and let her have her way with me. She knelt between my outstretched legs and stroked my cock, watching my face carefully. It felt wonderful, but it was not going to get me where I wanted to go.

"Maybe if you took the nightgown off," I suggested in a pleading tone.

"No. Not in the princess bed. But perhaps I could..." she bent her head and took the head of my cock in her warm mouth. I moaned.

"Yessss," I hissed between clenched teeth. "That will do it..."

But it didn't. I was too congested, I guess, and although I felt as though I was close, it wasn't enough to bring me all the way to the summit, and as she became tired her efforts slowed, and I slid farther back down the mountain. "I'm sorry, Jack. I guess we're both just too tired. Maybe in the morning...?"

"Oh God! I'll never...no, you're right. I can wait if I have to." I was in anguish, but I didn't want this to seem like a chore to her.

"Or maybe you could do it," she said shyly. "And I could watch. Maybe I would learn something."

"Come here." I seized her under the arms and pulled her up to my chest, yanked the long gown up around her waist, and buried my face in her fragrant pussy.

"This is supposed to be for you, Jack," she moaned. "I wanted it to be special."

"I feel what you feel," I told her. "This is for me too." I insinuated my tongue into her hot snatch, then licked upward to her tiny clitoris and circled it insistently. She began to writhe and thrust her hips toward me. When her thighs began to tense, the muscles as taut as guitar strings, I pushed her back down toward my hips. "Sit on it," I told her. "Sit on it and slide back and forth."

"Not inside me, Jack. Promise?"

"I promise."

I helped her find the right position and my cock naturally slid between the lips of her slippery pussy, the head peeping out from her nest of golden curls. She slid down until I felt the wetness of her on my balls, then slid forward again, the head of my cock bumping her protruding clitty and ending up near the small opening I so longed to penetrate. After a few cycles she had the motion down perfectly, and she lifted her hands from my chest and clasped them behind her neck. Her hips worked like a belly-dancers, and I became confident that I would soon explode between her thighs. I grasped her tight little ass in my hands and helped her move, a finger wandering between her folds to feel her slickness, then transferring that fluid to her clenched starfish. When she slid back it slipped inside just a little.

"Jack," she moaned. "Your finger. It's not where you think it is..."

"Yes it is," I gasped.

"Oh Jack! That's so nasty!"

"Don't think about that. Think about how good it feels."

"But...oh God, Jack. Is that supposed to feel good?"

"It is," I told her. On the next downward slide, I let my finger penetrate her ass a little further.

Her rate of movement increased, then became frantic. The only sounds were our ragged breathing and the squishing noise of her leaking pussy against the underside of my cock. Then she suddenly arched her back and screamed, "I'm coming, Jack! Oh God oh God I'm coming on your cock!"

She shuddered, her quivering thighs gripping my hips, and I buried my finger in her clenching asshole. I was not far behind her. My hot load sprayed out of my prick and spattered across my chest and belly, and she slid down to grasp my cock in both hands to help me work it all out. When I stopped convulsing she bent to suck the last drops from my sensitive cock, then carefully lapped up all the pools that had collected on my torso before collapsing against me and kissing me lovingly. I tasted my come on her tongue, and knew that our love would last forever.



Seducing Jennifer Pt. 23-24



Please note that all participants are at least 18 years old unless otherwise specified.

Part 23

I awoke at the first glimmers of false dawn and found Tse-ni-sa sleeping on top of me in the position in which we had collapsed the night before. We were covered by several blankets and a thick bear skin, and I was warm enough with her hot little body above me, but if I moved at all the cold seeped in and I knew that the temperature of the house was near the freezing point. The dog was curled up at our feet, and I prodded her gently with my toe until she crawled out of the bed and shook herself. I looked around our new home, slowly realizing that we were no longer in our little mud house on the edge of the prairie, and remembering why.

Our new home was a snug cabin of hewn logs, expertly notched and stacked, and chinked with moss and clay against the winter wind. A native stone fireplace occupied most of one end of the building, and the coals of last night's fire still glowed dully on the hearth. The dog, her fur tousled, had removed herself from the bed and curled into a tight ball close to the fire. Our bed, a small table and two stools comprised the furnishings. A small window, now rimed with frost, let in light from the east and a stout door next to it was firmly barred against intruders.

The savage north wind howled around the cabin despite the sheltering thick forest surrounding it and I remembered the events of the previous day. We had been sitting in our little mud house, shivering, and trying to compromise between keeping the inside temperature warm enough to be somewhat comfortable and conserving firewood. It was very cold and we were very hungry. Snow had come early and game had disappeared correspondingly, and we existed almost exclusively on corn and beans from the food cache. But this was to be expected. What was not expected was the sudden blizzard that swept in from the north-west.

Its questing, deathly-cold fingers arrived early that day, and the rattle of the thatch alerted me. I crawled outside and stood, looking toward the north worriedly. The dog stood beside me, shivering, rather than dancing and grinning a greeting as she usually did. She knew what was coming better than I, it seemed. The sky in the northwest was darkening steadily, rather than lightening as it should have been doing at this time of day, and a dull sensation of dread settled in the pit of my empty stomach. The dog whined mournfully, then howled. Answering howls came from the distance and she growled deep in her throat and huddled against my leg. The wolf-people were hunting. They would hope to feed before the storm hit in earnest.

The wind began gusting, carrying with it stinging pellets of ice that scoured my face and found their way into every gap in my deer-hide clothing. My long hair swirled and tangled as I relieved myself and crawled back into the house, the dog close behind me whining nervously. I stood up and went to squat next to Tse-ni-sa, who was crouching beside the meager fire attempting to heat water in a pottery bowl.

"A storm approaches, love of my heart," I told her. "I should bring in more firewood before it gets here."

"Take that stinky dog with you," she retorted. "She is in the house again. And her smell is no less unpleasant than it ever was."

"She will have to stay inside tonight, or she will certainly freeze to death, my love. Remember that she brought us a rabbit only yesterday...and although she does smell bad, I suppose that we do too, at this point."

Outside again I kicked wood loose from the frozen pile and pitched it into the hut's entrance tunnel. The dog sniffed excitedly around the woodpile, her tail wagging. Perhaps there was a rat's nest in there. The meat would be most welcome if she could flush it out and catch it. I salivated just thinking about it. A gust of wind buffeted me and the ice rattled against the thatch as I pushed firewood into the house and stacked it near the fire pit. The house was smoky, with inquisitive bursts of cold wind finding their way down the smoke-hole and swirling around the room.

"Eat this, Husband," Tse-ni-sa, said, thrusting a gourd bowl filled with a watery stew of corn and beans into my hands. "I'm sorry there is no meat. But eat quickly and we will get back into the bed and try to stay warm."

I took the bowl and slurped up the stew. My empty stomach accepted it gratefully. "Did you eat?" I asked.

She waived a thin hand at me impatiently. "I eat more than I need. I am too fat already. Drink this." She thrust another gourd containing tea into my hands. "It will soothe your souls."

I drank the cooling tea quickly. It was an unsweetened herbal brew, and it was bitter, but I did as I was told. Women have their place. And it was superior to mine in most respects, as undoubtedly the Creator intended it to be.

"Now into the bed, Husband. We will sleep until the cold breaks."

I left the gourd bowls on a woven mat near the fire and crawled into the bed, shuddering with cold. Tse-ni-sa joined me hurriedly, taking her blanket from her shoulders and spreading it over the bear skin, but leaving her deer-hide dress and high moccasins on. We held each other close, shivering spasmodically, and gradually warmth began to build in our little nest while the cold wind howled viciously outside. The dog crept into the house and lapped out the gourd bowl, then huddled at the end of the bed, hoping to remain inconspicuous as long as possible.

"Tell me a story, Husband," Tse-ni-sa said, her face burrowed into my armpit. "Make it a warm one, please."

I thought for a moment, then began: "When I was a boy my uncles used to tell me about the First People, Se-lu and Ka-na-ti. 'Se-lu' means 'corn woman' in the old language, and 'Ka-na-ti' was known as 'The Lucky Hunter.' And they had been given great gifts by the Creator, for Se-lu had merely to go into her empty corn-crib with her baskets, and rub her stomach, so –" I rubbed Tse-ni-sa's gaunt belly, "and her basket would fill with fat grains of corn. And when she rubbed her breasts, so –" I caressed Tse-ni-sa's small breasts tenderly, "her basket would fill with dried beans. But she did this in secret, because this was sacred women's knowledge, and her husband did not need to know." I pulled my lovely wife closer to me, and placed a hand on her hip.

"And Ka-na-ti had been granted a gift of his own by the Creator, for he went into the forest every day, and in a secret place only he knew of, he would roll aside a stone that sealed a vast cave, and he would sing a sacred song, and the animal he named in the song would come out of the cave. He would kill it swiftly with a single arrow, and as it died he would sing his apologies to its spirit, thanking it for its gift and promising not to waste any of it. Often it would be a fat deer, but sometimes a raccoon, or a rabbit, or a turkey, whatever he wanted. But whatever he killed, it would be reborn instantly inside the cave, and so there was never any shortage of game. And he always kept the cave sealed, except for when he wanted meat."

"I wish we could live like that," Tse-ni-sa murmured sadly.

"We might have," I continued, "but in spite of living in paradise, they longed for more. Se-lu wanted a child, and although she and her husband made love frequently and happily, no child came of it. So one day she went into the forest and gathered certain herbs, and made tea from them and drank it, and soon she gave birth to a child that they called 'Little Boy.' Ka-na-ti and Se-lu loved this child, and gave him all that he could desire, except a companion."

The wind howled more insistently, and sporadic gusts of snow made their way through the smoke-hole. The thatch above us rattled loudly.

"Now Se-lu was in the habit of washing the blood from the meat Ka-na-ti brought her in a little stream near their house. And Little Boy was fond of playing near this stream as his mother worked, and often all by himself. He wished for a playmate, and one day, as he played in the water, another little boy appeared and they played together happily all that day. This continued for several days, and Selu began to wonder why her son was so fascinated by the little creek. Then one day Se-lu and Ka-na-ti were sitting outside the house, enjoying the cool of early evening, and they heard talking and laughing down by the stream. They were sure they heard two voices, but when they went down there, they saw only Little Boy. They asked him who he had been talking to, and he told them that another boy would come out of the water to play with him, and that this boy had claimed to be his elder brother, and said that he lived in the water because his mother had thrown him away and he had no other home. But he was shy and did not want anyone else to see him."

The wind outside our little house had risen to gale force, and screamed wantonly. I pulled the blankets closer around us and continued. "Then Se-lu and Ka-na-ti knew that the other child had come from the blood that Se-lu had put into the creek. And Ka-na-ti told Little Boy that the next time Elder Brother came to play with him, he should say that he wanted to wrestle, and hold Elder Brother down as long as he could, while calling loudly, so that his parents could come and meet him too."

"And that is just what Little Boy did. The very next day he wrestled with Elder Brother, and when he had pinned him to the ground, he called loudly and Ka-na-ti and Se-lu ran to the creek and saw the strange child. They grabbed him and tried to drag him to the house, but he resisted, shouting, 'Let me go! You threw me away!' but they took him to the house anyway and kept him there and fed him and cared for him until he agreed not to run away. But he was always artful and wild, and led his brother into all sorts of mischief, so they named him 'Wild Boy.' And soon real trouble came to paradise, because Wild Boy was not only clever and devious, but curious as well. And one morning, as he and Little Boy played at hunting --"

A tremendous gust of wind buffeted our little hut, and the thatch began to fly away. Another even more powerful gust took the entire roof off, and Tse-ni-sa and I were exposed to the fierce blizzard. Our possessions were scattered around the house, and heavy snow began to come in. I clutched at the blankets, which were trying to go with the wind. "We must go, my love!" I cried. "We can hide in the cabin I found in the woods. It is strong, and sheltered by great trees, so if we go there we may live."

We gathered what we could, and with the dog following, we stumbled through the drifting snow into the forest. Soon, despite the sheltering trees, we became cold and weary. Finally, when Tse-ni-sa could walk no more, she told me to go on without her, for she knew she must die. But I picked her up and carried her, determined that we would live or die in each other's arms, if that was what the Creator willed. And quite soon we came to the little cabin, and I carried her in and settled her on the bed, covered her with the blankets we had brought, and managed to get a fire started in the stone fireplace before crawling in with my wife. I coaxed the dog into the bed with us, and it curled around our feet, adding its warmth to ours and so we all survived the storm. I fell asleep almost instantly and dreamed of a warm, cloudlike bed, and in it I was naked, with my lovely wife sleeping upon my chest, and as the light of dawn glimmered through a huge window I –

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-- awoke to find Jennifer above me, clasped tightly in my arms. She writhed and muttered in her sleep, and I smoothed her golden hair to calm her. "It's morning, my love," I whispered. "The storm is over and we are safe."

She startled into wakefulness. "Tse-k'," she murmured, "I thought...how did we...you carried me, and I thought we would both freeze to death..." She rolled off me and sat up, smoothing her wrinkled satin gown across her breast. "Oh my God, what a dream! It was so real..." She looked at me uneasily. "Did you...?"

"I did, Sweetheart," I said, patting her thigh. The gown was still rucked up around her waist, and the skin of her bare thigh was silky and slightly moist under my hand. "We were there together. In our new house, safe and sound. Just like we are here."

"Too weird," she mused. "Still, it's kind of fun, isn't it? Are we going to survive the winter, Jack?"

"I'm sure we will. Although in the future things would be easier if you would put a little padding on your tiny bones before the cold season comes."

"Pooh." She put her tongue out at me and I moved to kiss her, but she covered her mouth with her hand. "I desperately need to brush my teeth. And I am famishing! Feed me and I'll be yours forever."

I swung off the bed and donned my discarded robe. "I like the sound of that. Breakfast in bed coming up, your Highness. What does your royal heart desire?"

"Anything that doesn't take more than two minutes to get here."

I went into the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator. There was plenty in there, but it would take more than two minutes to cook. But the cheesecake was still on the counter...and it was a fine-looking one too; thick, firm and smothered with cherries. But I should test it before offering it to the princess. I cut a slice and stuffed it all into my mouth at once. Excellent. And there was orange juice, most definitely NOT from concentrate, so I mixed two Mimosa cocktails in tall crystal glasses, using the leftover champagne, put two wide slices of cheesecake on plates, and took it all to the princess bedroom.

Jennifer sat upright on the princess bed, her back supported by pillows. She was still clad in the white satin gown and looked positively angelic with her golden hair loose around her shoulders. "I was kind of hoping you would lose the nightgown before I got back," I said wistfully, handing her a plate and a glass.

"Not in the princess bed!" she scolded. "It wouldn't be seemly." She set her glass on the nightstand after taking a sip and forked up a bit of cheesecake. "Mmmmm...perfect, Jacky. Perhaps the princess will let you keep your head for another day or two."

I sat down next to her and dug into my own cheesecake. Most excellent. I finished it in three bites and wished I had brought more. I supposed I could go back to the kitchen for another round, but I didn't want to miss watching Jennifer eat. It was truly a sensual experience. She took tiny bites, and her pink tongue peeped out to lick the crumbs off her lips after each one. I watched her slender throat work as she swallowed, and couldn't help thinking that this was what it had looked like when she swallowed my sticky love-offerings the night before...

Yeah, I know. I'm a real pervert. Classic, timeless beauty right beside me and all I can think about is sticking my cock into it.

"So what happened to Se-lu, Ka-na-ti, and the boys? I feel like I should know, but the details are just out of my mind's reach, somehow," Jennifer said, putting her plate and glass aside and turning to face me, her feet tucked under her. "Do you know, Jack? Or do we have to wait for the next dream?"

"I do know. It's a very old story, sacred to the Cherokee people and some others as well, with variations of course."

"Then tell me. I was starting to get the feeling that something unpleasant was about to happen."

"Yes. Well, one morning when the boys were playing with their little boy-sized bows and arrows that Ka-na-ti had made for them, they saw their father come out of the house with his adult bow and head into the forest. 'He's going to hunt for meat,' Wild Boy whispered to Little Boy. 'Let's follow him and see where he goes.'

'He told me never to follow him,' Little Boy said. 'He will be angry if we do.'

'Only if he catches us. We will be very quiet and he will never know.'

So they followed Ka-na-ti into the forest, staying well behind him, and hiding in the underbrush whenever he turned to look back. They passed over six steep hills before coming to Ka-na-ti's secret place on the seventh hill. They watched from under a bush as he rolled the rock aside and a fine buck deer leaped out. Then he killed it, sang his song, offered the hamstrings to the Little People as was customary, draped the deer over his shoulders and set off back toward home after rolling the rock back into place.

The boys crawled out from under the bush and went to look at the rock. 'We could do just as he did,' Wild Boy said. 'Then we would be great hunters too.' So the two of them pushed and pulled at the rock for hours and hours until it finally rolled aside, and sure enough, a deer bounded out. Now in those days, when the world was still very young, deer's tails hung down like other animals, and when the boys shot their arrows at the deer, Little Boy missed altogether, but Wild Boy hit it in the tail and made it stand straight up, showing the white under-fur. We know that this is true, because even today all deer run with their tails standing up, unlike other animals. While the boys stood laughing at this strange sight, more deer ran out, and they were followed by all manner of other animals who rushed out and disappeared into the forest. Behind them came huge flocks of birds of every variety, so many that they darkened the sky and their wings made such a deafening rushing noise that Ka-na-ti, already back at the house, heard the noise, like distant thunder in the mountains. 'Oh, no,' he said. "My bad boys have gotten into trouble and I must go and see what they have done.'

Ka-na-ti ran over the six hills to the seventh where the cave was, and he saw the boys standing there, peering into the empty cave. He knew all the animals had escaped, and his heart was heavy. He dragged the boys into the back of the cave, and there they found four huge clay pots which were sealed with wax. Without saying a word, Ka-na-ti kicked the pots over, breaking them, and out swarmed millions of insects: fleas, lice, bed bugs, gnats and mosquitoes. The bugs attacked the boys and they screamed and cried and rolled around until they were almost dead. Then Ka-na-ti felt sorry for them and brushed the vermin away, saying, 'Now you rascals have always had all the meat you wanted to eat without working for it. Whenever you were hungry all I had to do was come up here and get meat for you. But because of what you have done today, you will now have to work hard, searching the forest for animals and sometimes not finding any. Now go home and ask your mother to feed you, and don't get into any more mischief. I will rest here for a while, and then I will catch up with you.'

So the boys ran back through the forest, still crying and scratching at their bites and sores, but by the time they got back they were full of mischief again. They asked Se-lu for food, and she said, "Wait here and I will get corn and beans and make a stew for you." As soon as she left, Wild Boy whispered to his brother, 'We should follow her and see what she does.'

The boys had long wondered where all the corn and beans came from, because the corn-crib was small, and they never saw anyone put anything into it, yet every day Se-lu went to the storeroom alone and came back in minutes with a basket full of corn and beans. So they followed her, and when she climbed into the little hut, which had only one door and no windows, they climbed up at the back and poked some mud out from between the logs so they could see what she did. She stood in the middle of the empty corn-crib, set her basket on the floor, and began to sing in a soft voice, and when she rubbed her stomach, like this --" I rubbed Jennifer's flat tummy, "colorful kernels of corn poured into the basket. And when she rubbed her breasts, like so –" I stroked Jennifer's firm little breasts, "dried pinto beans filled it to the brim."




Seducing Jennifer Pt. 23-24



Jennifer giggled. "I think you like that part, Jacky."

"I do," I said gravely. "Especially when I'm with you. But I've always wondered, what would she have gotten if she had rubbed herself here? Like so –" I slipped my hand between her thighs and stroked her satin-covered pussy.

Jennifer clapped her thighs together, trapping my inquisitive hand, and laughed. "She would have gotten her husband, sitting on the basket in front of her Or maybe a hu-hu. I mean, uh, mockingbird shapechanger. Now tell me the rest, Jacky. Do not get distracted." But I noticed that she did not release my hand from its warm prison between her thighs.

"Well, when they saw that, Wild Boy said, 'This is not right. Our mother must be a witch! Perhaps, when she finds that meat has become hard to find, she will fatten us on hominy and eat us!' The boys were very frightened, and...." I hesitated. The story got pretty grisly from here on. In fact, it was a real mood-breaker. And I was thoroughly enjoying the quiet, loving mood I shared with Jennifer at the moment.

"You know," I said, glancing at the ormolu clock on the dresser, "it's getting late, and this story is really long. And it seems that we can generally expect Vholes to appear stealthily at our door at precisely 9:00 A.M. So maybe we ought to take a quick shower and get ready?"

She pouted prettily. "I want to hear the rest of the story!"

"You'll hear it tonight, I promise. We really should get dressed. But I was wondering – are princesses allowed to be naked in the shower?"

She pushed me out of bed and scrambled out behind me. "Of course, silly." She unbuttoned the neck strap on the satin gown and stripped it off over her head, giving me a splendid view of her sinuous little body as she wiggled out of the confining fabric. She had the cutest butt...I could not resist reaching out and cupping one rosy cheek in my hand. "Guards!" Jennifer shrieked, whirling around and presenting her sweet little titties to me, "Unhand me, Knave! While it is true that your head is safe, there are other ways in which you could be punished!"

I backed off, trying to suppress a grin. Jennifer had certainly inherited her acting ability from her mother. As well as other, more obvious things. Which I was trying not to stare at while suppressing the urge to salivate. I dropped my robe to the floor. "May I escort m'lady to her bath?"

"You may," she said regally, extending a hand for me to grasp. I led her to the bathroom, but she stopped in the dressing-room area. "You may have the honor of drawing my bath, Knave. I have some personal business to attend to in here first." She looked at an odd urinal-like device attached to the wall beside the toilet. "Uh, Jack; what is that thing?"

"I think it's a bidet," I said. "I've seen something like that in, uh, books." I didn't feel that it was appropriate to mention that the book I referred to was 'Penthouse' magazine. "It's for washing your, ummm, lady parts."

"How do you use it?"

"I can show you," I said helpfully. "See, you just sit on it, facing the wall –"

"I'll take it from there, Jacky," she said firmly. "Close the door on your way out. Why do you tarry, Knave? Draw my bath at once!"

I went into the bath area and slid the connecting pocket door closed behind me. The marble bathtub was huge, and I wondered how long it would take to fill it, but when I opened the golden tap, hot water gushed out like a firehose and the tub began to fill rapidly. Steam began to rise and fill the room. I discovered some bath oil in a cabinet and dumped it into the tub. The scent of lilacs began to pervade the room. I sat on the edge of the tub, waiting for her, and wondering how she was doing with the bidet. I imagined the warm water spraying against her small pussy, how she might spread the lips of her sex with her hands and let the water play against her pea-sized clitty...where my tongue had been just hours before....My cock displayed great interest in this subject, and began to stiffen between my thighs. The connecting door slid open and Jennifer stepped into the bathroom. Her hair was pinned up atop her head, her eyes were sparkling, and her tiny pink nipples fully erect.

"That is the most wonderful device, Jacky," she breathed. "I don't know why everyone doesn't have one...I love that thing. And now, Knave," she continued in her princess voice, "you may assist my royal person into the bath. And then you will scrub that body until I tell you to stop. Proceed."

I took her hand and helped her step into the tub, then soaked a new loofah sponge and began washing her neck and shoulders with liquid soap. I continued down her back, saving the best part for last. When I got to her chest, I dropped the sponge and used my hands. Her small breasts were very firm, and the nipples made me want to kiss them. I leaned over and took one lightly between my teeth, teasing the tip of it with my tongue. Jennifer moaned. "Enough, Knave!" she said after a time. "Proceed with our bath!"

I reluctantly abandoned my breast ministry and continued hand washing down across her smooth stomach, along her hips, and into her sweet little delta. She sighed and leaned back against the end of the tub, and I slipped a finger between the lips of her sex, which was already slippery before being soaped. I stroked it gently, rinsed off the soap, and delicately explored the tiny entrance to her snatch.

"I wonder if the two of us could fit in this tub together," Jennifer sighed. "It would save time. Since we're in a hurry..."

I wasted no time in climbing into the tub at the other end. There was plenty of room in the tub. Too much, in fact. The warm water felt wonderful, and the heady scent of lilacs filled my nostrils. I slid my foot between Jennifer's legs and stroked her pussy with my big toe. "I'm surprised that princesses allow Knaves to bathe with them," I said.

"The princess is out of the building." Jennifer grinned at me. "Now it's just your girlfriend. And what you are doing with your toe is strange but interesting. I wonder if –"

And, not surprisingly, the telephone rang.

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Part 24

I scrambled out of the tub, grabbed a towel, and ran to the phone in the main room. "Hello?" I said warily.

"Master Jack?" a voice replied. "This is Carlo at the front desk. Your attorney, Mr. Vholes, is on his way up to your suite."

"Thanks for letting me know," I said, and hung up. Shit, shit, SHIT! Could I ever catch a break? I went back to the bathroom. Jennifer was still reclining blissfully in the tub, steam rising around her. "Vholes is here already. We have to get dressed." I headed back to the bedroom, closing the bedroom door behind me. I dragged on my rumpled clothes and went back to the living room. There was a light knock at the door just as I got there. I looked through the peep-hole, saw that it was indeed Vholes, and let him in.

"Ah, Master Jack! I trust you had an undisturbed night? No terrifying dreams?"

"It was very peaceful," I told him.

"And Miss Jennifer? I trust she is well?"

"She's fine. She slept late, though, and I think she's still in the bathroom, but she should be out pretty soon."

"Good, then. So, shall we get down to business? I hate to be abrupt, but –"

"I get it," I said. "You have better things to do than sit around and hold hands with a couple of kids. And at $500 an hour I wouldn't want you to." We seated ourselves in the living area, I on a velvet love-seat and he on an opposite easy-chair.

"Quite right," Vholes said, aligning the crease in his pants. "I have prepared your statements, which are awaited impatiently by the police department. If you would read and sign please..."

I took the thin sheaf of papers he handed to me and scanned through them. My statement was basically 'I did nothing, I saw nothing, and I know nothing, except that the police beat the crap out of me,' but he used a whole helluva lot of words to get there. "Sounds righteous to me," I said. Vholes passed a gold pen to me and I signed at the bottom.

"And initial each page, if you will," Vholes added. "Good. Now I'll take that, and here's a copy for you."

Jennifer appeared at that moment in the doorway of the princess bedroom. She was fresh and glowingly beautiful in a pair of white shorts and a yellow tank-top.

"Ah, Miss Jennifer!" Vholes said, rising from his chair. "Good to see you so cheerful this morning. I trust you enjoyed your rest?"

"I enjoyed it very much," Jennifer said primly, and crossed the room to sit beside me. "And you?"

"Ah, thank you dear, but I rarely sleep at night." He looked at us with his unblinking, cat-like stare for a long moment. "Master Jack has just endorsed his official statement to the police, and I will need you to do the same." He handed her a stack of papers and she scanned it quickly, as I had, and signed and initialed as directed. Vholes took the signed copy and handed her another.

"That's done then. I shall have to get this to Captain Hardwick as soon as possible. Now, unless you have any questions...?"

"We need to do laundry," Jennifer said quickly. "Jack is out of clean clothes and I'm going to be. Is there a laundry room here somewhere?"

Vholes showed his long teeth. I wished he wouldn't try to smile. It was quite ghastly. "There is a laundry service. Pickup may be arranged through the front desk. And if you require new clothing, you may choose articles using the hotel computer and they will be delivered before the end of the day. Anything else?"

We shook our heads, overwhelmed by the strangeness of it all and unable to think. "Excellent. Then I'll just –" The telephone rang. I picked it up, and it was the front desk again.

"There are two parties here to see Master Jack and Miss Jennifer," Carlo said. "They have identified themselves as Master Thomas Jefferson and Miss Mary Louise O'Reilly. Shall I send them up?"

I looked over at Vholes, who had arisen wraithlike from his chair. "Our friends Tommy and Mary Louise are here," I told him. "Is it okay to let them come up?"

"Oh, most certainly," Vholes replied. "I forgot to tell you. I have authorized them as visitors, and they should be bringing you your schoolwork, as I arranged with the school. They no doubt wish to help you catch up with your classes while they are here, so by all means –"

"Send them up, please," I said into the phone. "No, wait. I'll come down and get them."

"Good plan, Master Jack. So if you will accompany me to the lobby...?"

"Do you want to come with me?" I asked Jennifer. She shook her head. "I need to brush my hair. And try to find my sandals."

Vholes and I left the room and got into the elevator. As we descended, Vholes said, "I'm sorry I have to rush, Master Jack. But please be sure to introduce me to your friends on the way out. It's too bad we don't have time to drink a cup of tea together, but perhaps you would like this for later?" He handed me four small muslin bags. I stashed them in my pocket.

"Thanks. We really enjoy that tea." The elevator dinged softly and eased to a halt. Tommy was standing near the elevator door, grinning broadly, and Mary Louise was half a step behind him. I introduced them to Vholes and he greeted them, bowed slightly, and left.

I ushered Tommy and Mary Louse into the elevator and pressed number 7. As we sped soundlessly upward, Tommy said, "Jesus, Dude! You do get around, don't you?"

"Please don't curse, Tommy," Mary Louse said prudishly. I noticed, however, that she was standing rather closer to him than was necessary, and she smiled as she said it.

"Sorry, Little Red," Tommy said. I raised an eyebrow. That didn't sound like Tommy at all.

We reached the seventh floor and I showed them to our suite. I opened the door with my keycard and they stepped inside, their eyes wide with wonder.

"Motherf...of pearl!" Tommy gasped. "They let a red nigger like you into a place like this? What the hell were they thinking?"

"Tommy!" Mary Louise scolded. She looked around the main room, clearly awestruck.

Jennifer entered the room demurely and went to Mary Louise, taking her by both hands. "Mary Louise! It's so nice to see you!"

Mary Louise smiled. "We've all been missing you so much! You've been out of school so long, we were wondering if you'd ever be back! We brought all your books, and homework assignments and everything. Tommy has it all in his backpack."

Jennifer hugged Tommy briefly. "You're the best, Tommy. Thanks so much for...everything." She turned back to Mary Louise. "You wanna see my new bedroom?" They joined hands and Jennifer led her to the princess bedroom.

Tommy slipped his bulging backpack off his shoulder and handed it to me. "Here you go, Dude. Enjoy." I let it thump to the floor and hugged him, patting his broad back.

"Thanks, Dude. And I agree with Jennifer. You ARE the best. Pulled my nuts out of the fire last night, for sure. I definitely owe you."

"So what the fuck happened? Did the cops roust you? And how did you end up here?"

"Slow down," I told him. "We haven't had breakfast yet, and I know you can always eat, so let's go to the kitchen and see about fixing something for the girls while I tell you."

When we looked into the refrigerator, Tommy's eyes widened again. "Fuck me, Dude! There's more shit in here than Moms and I see in a month! Hey! There's some fried chicken. You saving that?"

"I was, but you can have it if you want. I was going to make an omelet for the girls, but –"

"I do like me a nice piece of fried chicken. Just in a general way, a course. Nothing racial about it or anything."

"I know that. I'll just put the chicken on a plate and warm it up after I do the eggs. There's enough for everybody, really, if they like chicken for breakfast."

"Waffles are good too," Tommy said. We both cracked up. I started preparing the food while Tommy wandered around touching things reverently. We could hear Jennifer and Mary Louise giggling in the princess bedroom. "She sounds happy," Tommy said. "So how's it going with you and her?"

"Good. Better than good. And before you ask, no, we haven't DONE IT yet."

"Yeah, okay. I guess even a place like this couldn't impress little Jenny enough to get her to drop her drawers."

If only you knew, I thought. "So what's the deal with you and Mary Louise? She seems pretty cheerful too, and awfully friendly for a change."

"And look at this dressing room!" Jennifer was saying. "You won't believe the thing that's in there..."

Tommy puffed up his barrel chest importantly. "Little Red don't know it yet, but she's about to become my main squeeze. I do love the back porch on her. And all that pretty red hair...can't wait to see if the carpet matches the drapes, if you know what I mean." He stroked the front of his pants lewdly.

"Well, good luck with that. Hope it works out for you."

"Oh, it will, Dude. I can feel it in my bone." He stroked himself again. "You need help with that?"

"What? Oh, the food. No, I'm good. You could set the table though."

We heard water running in the vicinity of the bathroom, and Mary Louise squealed. "No! Really?"

I whisked half a dozen eggs and poured them into a hot skillet, adding some frilly-looking mushrooms and topping that with shredded cheese. I was just folding the omelet when Jennifer and Mary Louise came out of my bedroom and joined Tommy at the table. "What lovely china!" Mary Louise exclaimed. "And real silver, too!"

Tommy rolled his eyes. "Hey, Chief. You got anything to drink? I could use a beer right now." He grinned slyly.

"No!" Jennifer, Mary Louise and I said in unison.

Tommy chortled and I glared at him. "I have orange juice," I said. "I'll make us some mimosas."

"What's that?" Mary Louise whispered to Jennifer.

"Mostly orange juice," Jennifer told her. "With a little fizz."

Tommy seated Jennifer and Mary Louise while I mixed the drinks. I passed them across the bar to Tommy, then heated the fried chicken in the microwave and divided the omelet into quarters.

Tommy and I joined the girls at the table and we passed the food around. "This looks totally scrumptious!" Mary Louise said. "I ate breakfast hours ago, but I'll try just a little bit of this omelet..."

Tommy grabbed a chicken thigh and took a big bite of it. "First-class yard bird, Chief. You fry this up yourself?"

"Tommy!" Mary Louse snapped. "Manners, please! You're in polite company here." She turned to Jennifer, her red curls bouncing saucily. "Tommy is a sweet boy, but he needs a lot of work."

"I know what you mean," Jennifer smiled. "Jack has some rough edges too. But he's getting smoother every day." She patted my thigh under the table.

Tommy and I grimaced at each other. I took a bite of omelet. It was good. I raised my glass. "To good food and good friends," I said. We all clinked glasses and drank.

"This is interesting," Mary Louise said. "It tastes a little like sweet wine."

"No, just champagne," Jennifer told her. Tommy grinned at me and winked.

We finished breakfast and the girls cleared the table. Tommy hefted his backpack off the floor and dumped a flood of books onto the table. "What a pile of crap. Guess you know there ain't dick going on at school, Chief. They're just trying to keep us busy until graduation. It's pretty much a done deal, but ya gotta go through the motions, ya know. Wouldn't want to have to go to summer school to get your diploma."

I looked sadly at the pile of books. "Hey, you guys don't have to go right back to school, do you?"

"Nah," Tommy said. "We're supposed to tutor you and Jenny. Special assignment for extra credit. So we got all day. And if we think you need it, maybe tomorrow too." He looked at me pointedly. "I'm thinking you probably need it, Chief. With the stress and all. And not being too bright to begin with."

"I'm sure you're right," I sighed. "But hey. Jennifer has missed more days than me, so why don't we let the girls get this stuff sorted out and get started while we walk off the grub?" No one objected, and the girls were chattering excitedly about china and crystal patterns as we let ourselves out of the suite and into the silent hall.

"Damn, that woman can talk," Tommy said as we walked toward the elevator. "But she's a hot one. I can always tell."

I wasn't sure how that could be, because I knew Tommy had never had a real girlfriend before, but I kept my mouth shut.

"I'm fascinated by those eyes of hers," Tommy continued. "You ever notice how they change from blue to green, depending on the light? And the rack on her! I know you like the little ones, but me – I want something I can hang onto."

We got into the elevator and sent it toward the lobby. "So I guess you really like her," I said. "You know, you probably shouldn't talk about her that way if you're planning to try to...you know. Be together."

"Yeah, Dude. I was kind of thinking that way too. But bro's before ho's, am I right?" We bumped fists.

"Better not let her hear you say that," I warned him.

"My mama didn't raise no fools. 'Cept my sister. Hey, what's the deal with that Vholes dude? He's creepy as hell. He sleep in a coffin all day?"

I laughed. "I doubt it. I'm not sure he ever sleeps. But he's been doing a helluva job for us. Me and Jennifer would probably be rotting in jail right now if it wasn't for him."

In the lobby, we walked past the front desk and started to open the door. It was locked.

"Excuse me, Master Jack?" Carlo said from behind the desk. "Mr. Vholes has requested that I advise you not to leave the hotel. Mr. Jefferson can leave, of course," he added hastily. "I'll buzz him out whenever he likes. But you need to stay inside."

"We were just going to take a walk, get some fresh air," I said.

Carlo shook his head. "Not advisable. But there are plenty of places to see in the hotel. The main dining room is down there," he pointed down a silent corridor, and the gym, sauna, and indoor pool are down the other way. And, of course, there is an outdoor pool and spa on the roof. Next to the putting green."




Seducing Jennifer Pt. 23-24



We turned and walked toward the gym and sauna. And indoor pool. When we were out of hearing range of Carlo, I sang softly, "Livin' it up at the Hotel California...such a lovely place...such a lovely face..."

Tommy chuckled and finished it for me. "Relax, said the night man... We are programmed to receive...you can check out any time you like, but you can NEVER leave!"

I sobered suddenly. "It's kind of starting to feel that way, Dude. Seriously. This whole thing is like a dream." And not as nice as some other ones I've had recently, I thought to myself.

We toured the downstairs facilities and then checked out the roof before going back to Suite 74. The girls were seated at the table, books open before them, chattering busily, but it didn't sound like school work to me. "And Tommy can be so polite and attentive when he wants to be! And so handsome too! His skin is like black velvet, I just always want to touch it!"

"Hey there pretty ladies!" I interrupted. "Studying hard, I see."

Mary Louise blushed deeply. "We were discussing, um, world history. The period after the collapse of the Soviet Union. Up to now."

"Great!" I said. "We were discussing the same thing. So maybe we should all discuss it together."

"Isn't it about lunch time?" Tommy asked. "I always study better after a full meal."

"Tommy!" Mary Louise began ominously, "Jennifer and I have decided that we will study for at least two more hours and then go out for lunch. So come and sit here beside me and we will all study together. Tommy obediently pulled a chair close to Mary Louise's and sat down. I couldn't be sure, but it looked like their knees were touching under the table.

I sat next to Jennifer and slipped my hand between her thighs. She squirmed and removed it. I put it back. She sighed, shot Mary Louise a significant look, and left it there. "So where shall we start," she said.

"Maybe with the northward migration of, uh, manual labor?" I suggested casually, inserting a finger under the hem of Jennifer's shorts. She had panties on under her shorts. Bummer.

"I believe that trend is reversing," Jennifer said, firmly pushing my hand back down toward her knee.

Mary Louise and Tommy looked at each other and smiled knowingly. "You know," Tommy said, "maybe you and Jennifer should study together in another room, and Little Red and I could work out a, ah, lesson plan."

"No!" Jennifer and Mary Louise said in unison. "You guys stay where you are, and keep your minds on business."

We finished off the meager remains of the history course and moved on to Honors Physics. We were all 'A' students, so even this subject was not terribly challenging. My hand rested comfortably against Jennifer's crotch, and she had given up on removing it. We moved on to Economics.

"Speaking of supply and demand," my supply of energy is diminishing and I'm about to demand some food," Tommy said. "Whatcha got for lunch, Chief?"

"We're going out for lunch," Mary Louise reminded him.

"Uh, yeah; about that," I said. "There's a nice restaurant right here in the hotel, and I can just sign for the bill, so maybe we ought to go there? They have pizza..."

"Sounds good to me," Tommy said, pushing his chair back. "Let's do this thing. You girls need to go shake the dew off your lilies or anything before we go?"

"Tommy!" Mary Louise said severely. "Try to have a little couth, please!" She rose from her chair and stood, turning to Jennifer. "You want to stop by the restroom before we go?"

"Sure," Tommy said.

"Not YOU! Girls only!" Jennifer and Mary Louise disappeared into the princess bedroom and Tommy and I waited by the front door.

"Fuck me," Tommy whispered. "I could hardly think there at the table because all my blood was trapped in my dick. That Mary Louise...any time I get close enough to smell her, it's instant boner."

"I know exactly what you mean," I commiserated. "My dick has been up and down so many times it thinks it's an elevator."

"Mine is trying to disprove a basic law of physics. You know, 'What goes up must come down.' Not necessarily true, Dude." We laughed and bumped fists.

"Hey," I said, "Maybe after lunch we ought to do a little private studying. Jennifer and I could go in her bedroom, and close the door, and you and Mary Louise could have a little, uh, teacher's conference."

"Sweet! I'm up for it." Tommy chuckled throatily.

The girls came out of the bathroom, eyeing us suspiciously. "What are you two talking about?" Mary Louise asked, taking his hand.

"Economics," I said. "Physics," Tommy said. We laughed. The girls sighed and exchanged glances.

In the elevator Mary Louise and Tommy stood on one side, holding hands, and Jennifer and I stood on the other. I put my hand on her waist and pulled her against me, kissing her forehead. She leaned against me and I could feel her stiff little nipples against my stomach. She wasn't wearing a bra, at least.

"Told you, Red. They can't keep their hands off each other for five minutes," Tommy said.

"I think it's sweet," Mary Louise said. "I like to see people in love. It makes me feel all squiggly inside."

We all walked down to the hotel restaurant. The dining room was truly awesome, with soaring ceilings, crystal chandeliers, and roaring-twenties décor. An impeccably dressed Maître D' escorted us to a corner table. We were the only customers in the place. He seated the girls with a flourish and handed us all heavy leather-covered menus, then left us.

We flipped open the menus and studied the selections, which were described both in Italian and in English. There were no prices.

"Sweet Jesus," Tommy whispered. "Can we afford this place? I got like twenty bucks on me. Which might cover the water..."

"I got this, Dude," I said. "Don't sweat it. If you're going to come all the way over here to help us out, I can take care of food and stuff."

Jennifer nodded. "We really do appreciate this, guys. And if there's ever anything we can do for either of you, just name it."

We all studied our menus and agreed on an extra-large Sicilian pizza with ripe olives, mushrooms, pepperoni, prosciutto and extra cheese. A starched and pressed waiter took our order. "Anything to drink?" he asked.

"You got a nice Chianti?" Tommy asked innocently.

"We'll all have iced tea," Jennifer told the waiter firmly.

"And the antipasto platter to share," I added. The waiter bowed and disappeared into the kitchen.

"I need to visit the ladies' room," Mary Louise said to Jennifer. "You want to come with me?"

We helped them out of their seats and they headed for the restrooms.

"Shit-fire," Tommy said. "They just went ten minutes ago. And why do they always have to go together? They have to hold each other's panties while they pee or something?"

"They're going in there to discuss their plans for the afternoon, not pee, Doofus," I said. "Bet you a dollar their plans are pretty much the same as ours. But they'll never admit it. They have to make you think it was all your idea, or they feel slutty."

"Hope you're right, Dude," Tommy said morosely. "But I'll take that bet anyway. I ain't even got to first base yet. And I got a couple of foul balls on me already. So it's kind of iffy."

"Just keep on swinging, Studly. You'll hit one out of the park if you can be patient for a while."

The girls came back, smiling secretively at one another and giggling just as the waiter served the antipasto platter. "Buon appetito," he said as he left.

"Oh my, but he's a smooth one," Mary Louise said appreciatively. "And aren't Italians supposed to be the world's experts in, mm, seduction?"

Tommy glared at her. "Of course," she added hastily, "I've heard that they find it necessary to try to seduce everything on two legs. So that would be a definite deal-breaker for me." She batted her eyes innocently at Tommy. "I need a man who finds me completely irresistible, to the exclusion of all others."

"Hard to find one who wouldn't," Tommy muttered, picking at the antipasto. "Unless maybe he prefers little boys."

"Why, thank you, Tommy!" Mary Louise gushed. "You deserve a big reward for that lovely complement."

Tommy perked up instantly. "You know, " he said, "I'm not real hungry after all. Maybe me and Little Red should go back to the room and let you two have some privacy. You could bring us the left-over pizza when you're done."

"Sit, Tommy. We're going to have a nice, quiet luncheon and we'll discuss rewards later. If you're good and you eat all your vegetables."

The pizza was served, and we all ate ravenously. It was different, but delicious. They certainly didn't have anything like that at Domino's. When we were finished the girls found it necessary to visit the bathroom once again. The elegant waiter materialized at the table and handed me a leather folder. "You may sign for this and it will be applied to your account, Sir," he told me. "Including gratuity."

I signed with a flourish and thanked him. "Sweet bleeding Jesus," Tommy said, rolling his eyes. "Where do I get one of those accounts?"

"You don't," I said. "But stick with me and you won't need one."

Upstairs in the suite we all stretched and yawned, and I suggested a quick nap before going back to work. Tommy was quick to agree, and the girls feigned reluctance, but I noticed them glancing at each other with sparkling eyes. "We'll take Jennifer's room and you two can take mine," I offered generously.

"No bedroom for us!" Mary Louise interjected. "So you two can just stay in your own rooms, and we'll rest out here." She smirked at Jennifer, who glared back.

"You two could try that big leather sofa," I told them. "There's plenty of room for both of you." I went into my bedroom and closed the door firmly. Jennifer and I met in the connecting bathroom and she flew into my arms. "Oh, Jacky!" she moaned into my mouth. "I want you so much I can't stand it!"

"I know what you mean," I said faintly, putting a hand on her firm breast. "Let's go to my room. In case you might like to get naked."

"You WISH!" She smiled demurely, but I saw mischief in her pale blue eyes. "You go ahead. I need to make a stop in my dressing room. Just to freshen up a little."

"The bidet again?" I teased. "I'm starting to get jealous of that thing."

A tinge of color flushed her neck and cheeks. "Maybe. But that's none of your business."

"I think maybe the Rule applies here," I said, kissing her warm neck near an ear. "I think I need to be present when you use that thing from now on."

"I guess that's fair," she said, blushing furiously. "I got a little carried away the last time..."

"I'll carry you away," I said, scooping her up in my arms. I carried her to the dressing room and set her down gently. We undressed each other, pausing to stroke and kiss along the way, and when she stood naked before me my heart was stuttering like a snare drum. She climbed onto the bidet and I stood close behind her, my hands on her shoulders and my stiff cock against her spine as she adjusted the taps. Warm water bubbled up from the spout beneath her and she sighed happily.

"This feels almost as nice as what you do to me," she said. "But not quite."

I slipped my hands down between her parted thighs and spread the lips of her pussy, letting the warm water massage her tiny clit. "The Rule says watch. Not assist," she whispered.

"It's vague on that point," I told her, nudging her stiffening clitty with my finger. "If there are no objections from either party, it should be OK."

"No objections here," Jennifer sighed.

I played with her pussy until she started to squirm, then kissed the top of her head and stepped back. Interesting to see it from her perspective. She really couldn't see much. "You go on ahead now," she said after a few more minutes. "Turn down the bed while I dry off and I'll be right in."

I was lying in the middle of the huge mirrored bed, the blankets thrown back to reveal black satin sheets when she glided into the room. She was wearing only the transparent peignoir from the night before. She stopped in the doorway and let me have a good look at her sinuous form. "Maid Jennifer, as you requested, Master," she said timidly. "How may I serve you?"

New game. New rules. You had to be quick on your feet with these Crowley women. "First you may remove that ridiculous house-coat," I told her gruffly. "Then you will join me in this bed."

"But that's not in my job description," she said plaintively. "I'm only a house-maid. Not one of your many concubines."

"It is now," I said severely. "You've been promoted. Now get over her and be quick about it."

She slowly pulled the fastening string of the peignoir until the bow-knot came apart and the filmy garment slithered to the floor. She climbed onto the high mattress and knelt beside me, one arm covering her breasts and the other hand tucked between her thighs. "What is my master's pleasure?" she asked, her eyes downcast.

"You are," I said, "as you know full well. Now lie here beside me and do not hide your body with your hands. I want to see all of you."

She obeyed, resting her golden head on my outstretched arm. She looked up at the mirrored canopy above us and her eyes widened. "Gee Whillickers, Jacky! That looks like tiny little me in bed with a big naked savage!"

Muffled sounds came from the next room, first Tommy's deep bass growl and then Mary Louise's tinkling giggle. "Sounds like they're getting along splendidly," I said.

"Oh, she's crazy for him, you know. She's had the worst crush on him for years, but he never looked twice at her."

"I'm pretty sure he's looked more than twice," I smiled. "He just figured it was hopeless. Hey; I never knew you and Mary Louise were such good friends."

"We weren't, really, but I think we're about to be. She's really sweet when you get to know her, not like the spoiled little rich bitch she pretends to be. Her father is a bank president, you know. I think they have connections to the Kennedy family."

And the Kennedy family have connections to certain shady Italian gentlemen, I thought. Things were starting to add up in an odd way. "Well, Tommy is nuts about her too, so I hope things work out for them."

"Me too. But I'm afraid that part of Tommy's appeal is the forbidden-fruit thing. Her parents would put her in a convent if they ever knew she was seeing a black guy. It could turn into a real Romeo and Juliet story."

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her until we were both short of breath. Jennifer looked up at the mirror again. "It's so strange seeing us from this perspective," she mused. "I never imagined we looked like that together. Kind of like ebony and ivory," she giggled, "Or in this case, more like red velvet cake with cream-cheese frosting."

"I always liked the frosting best," I said, rolling to face her and slipping my hand between her thighs. "I like to lick it all off..."

"Oooh, Jacky! That's so nasty-sounding! It makes me feel squishy all over!"

"The thing with frosting is, you start with the peaks," I said, sliding down to suck her small breasts into my mouth one at a time. "And then you explore the valleys..." I kissed my way down to her diminutive pussy, and slid my tongue between the tangy folds.

"Mixed metaphors, Jacky. We need to work more on English Lit."

"I prefer English clit," I murmured against her soft cleft. I tasted her wet snatch and licked upward to tease her clitty with the tip of my tongue.

"I'm feeling useless here," she gasped after a few minutes. "Lie on your back, Jack. I'll do you for a while."

Another burst of giggling from the other room, then silence.

Jennifer knelt beside me to take my cock in her mouth and I lifted her hips to meet my face. She put her thighs over my shoulders and we enjoyed each other until she began to shiver and I knew she was about to come. I slid the end of my thumb into her hot snatch and teased her tiny anus with a forefinger, then slid it in just a little. "I'm coming, Jacky!" she sobbed around my throbbing meat. "Come with me! Come in my mouth!"

She shuddered above me and I spurted a hefty load into her warm mouth. I could feel her swallowing frantically, trying to choke it all down, until she collapsed against me and my cock slid out of her warm mouth. She crawled up to lie next to me again, and I held her tight and pulled the sheet up to cover us.

"I love you, Jennifer," I told her as we drifted off to sleep. "I love you soooo much."



Seducing Jennifer Pt. 25



Part 25

I awoke to blinding sunlight streaming through the small window by the cabin door. Tse-ni-sa and I were clasped so tightly in each other's arms we were almost one entity. The dog was curled around our feet. It was cold in the little cabin – very cold. My breath smoked into a dense cloud that precipitated glimmering ice crystals almost immediately at each exhalation and the ceiling above us was rimed with frost.

It was easy to see where the cracks in the cabin walls were. Powder-fine snow had drifted into a white delta at each one. The fire had gone out long ago, and a small pile of snow rested on the ashy hearth. I suddenly realized that the wind had ceased to howl, and the silence was absolute. My heart thrilled even as my stomach cramped. The blizzard was over.

My wife stirred in my arms, she opened her eyes, blinked, and turned her face up to me. I noted with alarm that her lips were cracked and bleeding, her complexion was ashen, and her lovely blond hair dull, matted and tangled. "Do we still live, Tse-k'?" she whispered feebly. "Or have we passed into another dream?"

I soon determined that she had little or no memory of the previous 10 or 12 hands of time, and I explained to her about the blizzard and our trek through the snow to the little cabin we currently sheltered within, which I had discovered while hunting some months before. At the time I had wondered if we might be best served to use it as our winter home, but our mud hut had seemed sufficient, the food store was next to it, and moving everything promised to be an enormous task. I should have paid more attention to the signs given me by the animals, birds, insects and persimmon seeds.

Now the log cabin was definitely going to be our winter home, and food was going to be a serious problem. I wondered how deep the snow outside the cabin would be. In the plains the snow might have drifted to ten or more feet high in places, but here in the dense cedar forest we would have less on the ground, although the larger cedars would dump their massive loads of snow as soon as they got warm enough. If the snow was not too deep to walk through, I might set snares for small birds, mice and rats. They could be coated with a thick shell of clay and baked in the coals. After sufficient slow roasting, the clay could be broken away, taking most of the feathers or fur with it, and the tender contents eaten whole, bones and all. My stomach gurgled at the thought of it. But even if I was very lucky, this would probably not be enough to keep us alive. And Tse-ni-sa was going to need a full meal of warm food very soon. I could already feel her souls loosening from their moorings within her body, and I knew she would not last long unless I could feed her.

"I will go outside, my love, and gather wood for a fire," I said, carefully sliding out from under the pile of blankets to avoid exposing her to the bitter cold air. She smiled at me weakly. "Hurry back, Husband. You still have a story to finish." The dog struggled briefly to get to its feet and slithered out from under the blankets to stand next to me, wagging her tail dejectedly.

"That dog," Tse-ni-sa said, "Has finally earned her keep. But she still smells." The dog wagged her tail a little harder at this complement.

I pried open the frozen front door and the sun reflecting off the deep snow nearly blinded me. It was worse than I had thought. There were a few sticks of firewood visible under the foot-deep snow on the sheltered front porch, but beyond that the snow was at least three feet deep. My heart sank. There was no hope of food any time soon.

The dog shouldered past me, crossed the porch, and squatted to relieve her bladder, then began snapping up mouthfuls of snow. I watched her as I relieved myself. She was gaunt, her fur dull and patchy. She was as near starvation as we were. Yet...if one of us had to die so the others could live...I fingered the knife at my belt. No. First I would build a fire and heat some water. At least I could give her a warm drink before she gave me her body.

I kicked a few logs loose from the ice and carried them into the house, put them on the hearth and took out my fire pouch. But the logs were encrusted with ice, and I had no kindling. I looked at the stools under the small table, pulled one out, and smashed it into kindling. The woven rush seat should be the perfect fire-starter. I separated the logs on the hearth and carefully arranged my kindling materials between the two largest ones, then struck a stream of sparks into the small pile with flint against sparkling pyrite. Soon I had the kindling burning brightly, and I carefully placed some smaller sticks over the logs already in place. When I was sure the fire was established, I whispered a short song of thanks to water-spider, and took a clay pot outside. I packed snow into it as firmly as possible, but the snow was light and fine and it would take a great deal of it to produce much water. I put the pot near the fire and found another one which I also filled with snow. While I waited for it to melt I freed more firewood from the ice on the porch and brought it inside. The dog had sniffed around the edges of the cabin and on my last trip through the front door she crowded through with me and slumped down near the hearth, the picture of dejection. I patted her scabrous head. "I thank you for the gift you are about to give us," I told her, and her tail thumped the floor twice.

Tears came to my eyes as I thought of the love and devotion this simple creature held for me. Few humans could equal it, I thought. I would do all I could to see that she was reincarnated as one of her wild kindred, so that she could run wild and free with her tribe, and not waste her love on humankind in her next life. I was weak emotionally as well as physically, and I wept bitterly. But I poured the first of the melted snow into a shallow bowl for her, and when she had lapped it up gratefully, looking up at me with trusting eyes, I picked her up and took her outside. She was so insubstantial in my arms...I thought of how fat and active she had been as a puppy, and how she had quickly grown to be a strong and loyal companion...I knelt, holding her with one hand as I felt for my knife with the other. She whined, her sensitive nostrils flaring and her ears alerting, then bounded out of my grasp and into the snow. A thin crust under the top few inches of light snow was enough to support her weight for the most part and she streaked away to the east, floundering in deep snow from time to time but making progress nonetheless. I had neither the heart nor the strength to go after her, or even to try to call her back. I put my knife away and stumbled back inside. The fire crackled merrily, but it was no warmer in the small room. Most of the snow in the pots had melted, so I gathered more, and eventually I had a small bowl full of hot water. I carried it to the bed. Tse-ni-sa had appeared to be dozing, her steaming exhalations slow and meager, but she opened her bewitching eyes when I approached and smiled at me with cracked lips. "I should make tea," she said.

"I can make it if you tell me where the herbs are," I said. "You should rest."

"It's not right, Husband, but I am so weary..." she fumbled under the blankets and withdrew a leather pouch. "Make it strong, Husband. It needs to steep for at least two fingers of time." She closed her eyes again.

I filled my palm with herbs from the pouch and put the bowl close to the fire. When the liquid darkened and was steaming steadily, I picked up the bowl and tasted the contents. The warmth inside me was strengthening, and after I sipped a little more and it began to cool I took it to the bed, helped Tse-ni-sa sit up, and supported her as she drank it to the dregs. "That is much better, Husband," she said. "Now come to me and we will stay warm together." I stacked more wood on the fire, refilled the snow-pots, and crawled into bed with her.

"We will die, Husband, won't we?" she whispered.

"Yes," I said. "Perhaps we should sing our death songs now, in case we become too weak to do so later."

"Not yet," she whispered against my chest. "Finish the story of Se-lu and Ka-na-ti first. Then we will sing. And our souls will break free together."

I adjusted the pile of blankets above us and began. "So when the boys saw how Se-lu got corn and beans from the corn-crib, they became frightened because they thought she was a witch. "We have to kill her in case she decides to eat us," Wild Boy said to his brother. Little Boy was very sad to think of this, because he loved his mother, but he knew that witches had to be killed, so finally he agreed.

Se-lu took the basket of corn and beans to the house and when the boys crowded in behind her holding their war clubs, she knew their thoughts. "So, now you want to kill me," she told them.

"You're a witch. We have to kill you," Wild Boy said impudently.

"Well then," Se-lu said, "You must do as you think best. But when you have killed me, you must clear a large patch of ground near the house and drag my body around the outside of the circle seven times in the sun-wise direction. Then you must drag me seven more times around the inner circle and cut off my head and put it on top of the house facing west. Then you must stay up all night and watch, and in the morning you will have plenty of corn.

The boys then killed her with their war-clubs and cut off her head, putting it on top of the house. But they did not feel like clearing a large patch of ground, so they only cleared seven little spots. We know this is true because now corn only grows in a few places instead of over all the world.

They then dragged Se-lu's body around the circle, but it was hard to drag over the uncleared ground, so they only did it twice instead of seven times. And everywhere a drop of her blood fell, a cornstalk sprouted. They sat up all night and watched as the corn grew, and by morning they had plenty of corn. Ka-na-ti had spent the night near the cave weeping sorrowfully, but soon he arrived back at home and could not find Se-lu anywhere. "Where is your mother?" he asked the boys.

"We killed her," Wild Boy said proudly. "She was a witch. Look up on the roof and you will see her head."

When Ka-na-ti saw his wife's head on the roof he knew she was dead, and he just turned and walked away to the east, where the sun lives. "Where are you going?" the boys called after him. "I am going to join the Wolf People," Ka-na-ti told them and kept walking, but they followed quietly behind him. He put many obstacles in their path but they survived them all, and in the end Ka-na-ti managed to lose them in the forest. But they continued to walk toward the home of the sun until they reached the end of the earth and climbed up into the land of the sun. There they found Ka-na-ti and Se-lu living happily. The old people greeted the boys kindly, and told them they could stay for a while, but then must go to the Darkening Land in the west. The boys stayed with their parents for seven days, and then they made the long journey west to the Darkening Land, where they are called 'A-ni-sga-ya Tsun-sdi' or 'The Little Men,' and we know this is true because even today we sometimes hear their grumbling voices in the west, before a storm."

Tse-ni-sa sighed and stroked my chest. "So now we know why this life is so hard," she said. "Tell again how Se-lu got corn and beans."

"She rubbed her stomach, like so –" I stroked her hollow stomach, "And she rubbed her breasts, like so -" I gently caressed her shrunken breasts, "and her basket filled with corn and beans, and they were never hungry."

Tse-ni-sa smiled. "You still like that part best, don't you, Tse-k'?"

"Yes, I still do. And I will still do it when our souls reach the Darkening Lands. Right after you tell those bad boys what you think of them."

"I think we should sing now," Tse-ni-sa said drowsily. "While we are still warm and –"

I heard a flurry of vicious snarling and barking outside the cabin. "The dog is back!" I said, leaping out of bed and grabbing my bow and a few arrows. I ran to the door and found the dog outside on the porch defending the bloody hindquarters of a deer from four skeletal wolves whose dinner it might have been had the dog not somehow stolen it. "I am truly sorry, my brother," I said as I nocked an arrow and shot the largest wolf in the throat, "and I thank you for your gift." The other wolves melted away into the snow-shrouded forest, and the dog fell on the dead one, savaged its bloody throat, and came back to me, grinning and wriggling, with blood coating her snaggly teeth. I petted her head gratefully. "You have saved our lives," I told her. "You are a true friend." I dragged the carcasses into the house, gutted the wolf and took a bite of its raw liver. Strength returned to my body quickly, and I shared the rest of the raw liver with Tse-ni-sa while the dog bolted most of the viscera.

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I awoke slowly, afternoon sunlight glowing at the bedroom window. Jennifer still slept peacefully in my arms and I looked up at the mirror above us, once again enchanted by her angelic beauty. But I really needed to use the bathroom. I tried to slide my arm out from under her gently, but she awoke as I slipped out of bed. She sat up, yawned, and smiled at me drowsily. "So now I know how the story ends," she said.

"Not really," I said. "The story never ends."

She lay back and looked up at the mirror. "My hair is a mess."

"We should probably clean up and check on Tommy and Mary Louise," I said. "I'll meet you out there."

I used the toilet in my dressing room, washed my face and hands, and cracked open the door into the living room. Tommy had stretched out on the leather couch, his head pillowed on Mary Louise's ample lap, and she was kissing his lips with relish. He made it to first base, anyway, I thought. I quietly closed the door again and went back into the bedroom. Jennifer was still lying there in the bed, studying herself in the overhead mirror. "Do you think my boobies are too small?" she asked. "Mary Louise's are at least three times the size of mine."

"I think they are absolutely perfect," I said. "I wouldn't change a thing. But speaking of Mary Louise, you ought to see this." I led her to the door and we both peeked out. Mary Louise and Tommy were still kissing passionately. I eased the door closed again. "I don't think we should go out there right now."

Jennifer giggled. "Probably not. But we should get dressed, at least. Eventually they'll want to take a break. Maybe."

We dawdled as long as we could, and eventually I cracked the door open again. Positions had changed, but the activity was the same. Tommy was sitting up on the couch and Mary Louise was nestled in his lap, her plump arms around his neck, their lips pressed together. Tommy stroked her glorious auburn curls with one hand, the other on her waist. I closed the door and tapped at it three times with a finger-nail. "Ahem!" I said, and waited a moment before opening the door again.

Mary Louise was sitting at the far end of the couch, blushing to the roots of her hair and trying to straighten her skirt with one hand and rearrange her hair with the other. Tommy was seated at the other end, a contented expression on his dark face and a sizeable tent in his pants.

"Hey, Dude!" he said as I entered the room. "Have a nice nap?"

"Delightful," I said. "In the arms of angels."

"You mean you had more than one in there?"

Jennifer came out of the princess bedroom, still slightly tousled, but smiling brightly. "What was that? More than one in where?" She put her arms around my waist and leaned against my shoulder.

Tommy and I laughed evilly. Jennifer glared at him and said to me, "Did you sleep well, Honey?"

"I think they know, Sweetie," I said, kissing her hair. "We might as well just admit it."

"Admit what?" Mary Louise asked.

"That we sleep together," Jennifer said. "But that's all we do. Sleep. And tell stories."

"Sure," Tommy replied. "I can believe that. Of course I also believe in Santa Claus..."

"Could I use your dressing room?" Mary Louise asked Jennifer. "And do you maybe have a hairbrush I could borrow? It's kind of humid, and my hair will look like a Brillo pad if I don't brush it out."

"Sure. I'll show you where everything is."

They walked into the princess bedroom. Tommy watched in silence while I hummed "Poetry in Motion" softly.

"You know it, Dude," Tommy said. "Mmmm, mmm. What a woman."

"Last time I looked, you had definitely hit a single."

"Damn straight. Spent a long time on first, and was about to steal second when you so rudely interrupted."

"Looked like you were about to slide into third base head first to me."

"You perv. How long did you watch?"

"Not long. But what I saw looked pretty hot."

"It was that. You know, I was thinking, Dude. About what you were saying before, that we shouldn't talk out of class about stuff. But man, I hate this Puritanical shit where everybody denies that they do what everybody knows they do. It ain't natural. I hear there's still places in Africa where the brothers and sisters get it on whenever the mood strikes them. Do it in the middle of the road if they want. Nobody thinks nothin' about it, no more than they do about eating in public. Why the hell should they? It's natural."

"I hear you, Dude. This society is supremely fucked up when it comes to sex. You going to have a problem with Mary Louise behind that? I hear her parents are major tight-asses."

"I thought so at first, but she's pretty up-front about stuff when we're alone," Tommy said. "We talked about a lot of shit. Like how her mother wouldn't let her go out with guys until she turned 18. And now she's trying to make Mary Louise promise not to lose her cherry before she gets married. Little Red ain't going for that, and her mother's pissed as hell. But Red say she's gonna do it when she feels like it's the right time, and her moms can fuck off. And she even says she's gonna get on the Pill, just in case..."

"Damn!" I said. "Sounds like you are in for a hot ride."

Tommy grinned. "Tell you what, though, Dude: I'm a little nervous about home plate. I damn near came in my pants while we were making out this afternoon. Don't know if I'd last long enough to get it in if she ever...you know. You have that problem?"

"I did for a while...but all the little touchy-feely games will give you a chance to build up some stamina if you take it slow. I'm pretty sure I'll be able to last at least, oh, ten seconds when the time comes."

We laughed. "Good to know, Dude," Tommy said. "And now I got to use your dressing room if you don't mind."

"You might want to use the one just inside the front door," I told him. "Less chance of getting caught."

"Good plan," Tommy said.

As he let himself into the guest bathroom the girls came back out of Jennifer's bedroom. They were both giggling, as usual. Jennifer caught my glance and mouthed, "Yes!"

"We should get back to the books," Mary Louise said. "Where's Tommy?"

"He, uh, had to go relieve himself," I said. "Pressure cooker was about to blow a gasket."

Jennifer giggled and looked at Mary Louise, who tried not to look flustered.

"We should be talking about Calculus," Mary Louise said. "You missed the last quiz, Jennifer. But she said she would let you make it up." She sat down at the table and opened a book.

Tommy came out of the bathroom, stuffing his shirt back into his pants. "Did I miss anything?" he said, sliding into the chair next to Mary Louise and putting his arm around her. Jennifer took advantage of the interruption to kiss me full on the lips. We held it for a long moment and parted with a moist smack.

Mary Louise tried to pretend she wasn't looking, then raised her head and kissed Tommy the same way. "Guess we don't have to be embarrassed around here," she said. "That's a big relief. It's not like that at my parent's house, I can tell you that. Now, where were we?"




Seducing Jennifer Pt. 25



"We were making out," Tommy said helpfully. "And we should probably do a quick review on that –"

"Quiet, Tommy. Everything has a proper time and place. We need to study now."

We made a half-hearted attempt to work some Calculus problems, but not much got done. Finally Mary Louise snapped the math book closed and looked at her watch. "I've got to be home for supper," she said. "My Dad is sending a car to pick me up, and it should be here any minute, so I better get down there." She turned to Tommy and kissed him impulsively. When they broke apart her lips were poppy-red and swollen. "I wish I could offer you a ride home, Tommy, but..."

"Not a problem, Little Red," Tommy said good-naturedly. "I'll just take the bus. But what about tomorrow?"

"Well," Mary Louise said, "Unless Jennifer and Jack think they need more tutoring..."

"Oh, we do," I said quickly. "We need lots more. So shall we say, maybe ten tomorrow morning?"

"Nine, Dude," Tommy said. "Then we can come straight here instead of stopping at school first."

"Nine it is then," I told them as Jennifer nodded. "Hey, why don't you bring your bathing suits? We can take a quick swim when we need a break."

When they were gone Jennifer and I sat on the couch. She snuggled into my lap and I hugged her tightly. "What shall we do tonight? Study some more?" I asked.

"All work and no play, Jacky...how about we cook supper together, and then watch a movie? Then I think that princess will need another bath."

"I thought you were my concubine until tomorrow," I said.

"Oh. Well, I guess that's fair. Your concubine will need a bath, then. But see, you've fallen madly in love with her, because she's so cute, and now you're going to want to treat her just like a princess."

"Somehow that doesn't seem fair."

"Life is often unfair, Jacky. Deal with it."



Seducing Jennifer Pt. 26



Part 26

Tommy and Mary Louise showed up at nine the next morning and Jennifer and I were actually dressed and ready for them, having spent a restful night in each other's arms after exhausting ourselves in the roof-top pool and relieving our tensions with a hot soak afterwards. Our lovemaking was intense, but not completely satisfying. Strenuous exercise seemed to help.

We studied for a couple of hours, had lunch in the dining room, and napped and played the rest of the day away. When it was time for Mary Louise and Tommy to leave, the four of us lingered by the front door.

"I guess there's no chance in dragging the tutoring session out for another day," I said.

"I'm afraid not," Mary Louise said. "They were not too thrilled about letting us have today, even. Do you two think you're ever going to be able to go back to school?"

I shrugged. "No way to know," I said. "I don't guess it will be real soon though. We still haven't heard anything from Jennifer's mom, and there's still no ID on two of the bodies in the limo. So we wait."

"Maybe they'll let us come back Friday afternoon. So at least we can bring you the weekend homework."

"That's a good idea. Don't suppose there's any way you could spend the weekend here...?"

"I'm up for that, Dude," Tommy said. "No problem for me. My moms won't even notice I'm gone."

Mary Louise gnawed at her lower lip. "I might actually be able to make it too. I was supposed to have a sleep-over at Brittany's house...I know she'd cover for me if I asked her nicely. I've done it for her enough times. And you know? I'm 18. I should be able to do whatever I damn well please."

"Oh, goody!" Jennifer clapped her little hands. "We'll have a slumber party!"

Tommy and I rolled our eyes at each other. "Dibs on the big bedroom," Tommy said.

*******

Jennifer and I took care of details that were becoming an annoyance, such as laundry and on-line clothes shopping, on Friday morning. I should point out that the clothes-shopping part didn't do a thing for me. I picked out two pairs of jeans, two pairs of walking shorts, a few shirts and some odds and ends in about ten minutes, taking Jennifer's suggestions as to the details, and then it was her turn. She perched on my lap at the hotel's guest computer station, and that was the best part of the whole thing. We had both enjoyed a long session of oral sex the night before, but we hadn't done anything yet that morning, and I was feeling the urge again. Jennifer was affectionate and sexy as hell, as usual, and I hoped that she would just pick out some clothes and get it over with so we could go back upstairs. But Jennifer had to debate every selection at length, go back and change her order several times, and I was soon so bored and frustrated I wanted to scream. Her cute butt wiggling on my lap provoked an interest, of course, but not one that had anything to do with shopping. I wished that we had postponed that until Mary Louise could help her with it. There are some things that guys just are not meant to do. I had no interest in Jennifer's clothes, other than peeling them off her slender body, and I tried not to yawn as lunch time approached. But it wasn't all bad. I did have a beautiful girl sitting in my lap, something I would have mortgaged my souls to have a week ago.

When the noon hour finally arrived, we went to the hotel dining room for lunch. The Maître D' showed us to a secluded table and handed us menus. Moments later a waitress appeared, and she was a definite improvement on the waiter who had served us before. At least in the looks department she was.

She was clearly Italian; tall, raven-haired, with an olive complexion and a set of knockers that...well, they were most impressive. Not that I looked. But when she bent to fill our water glasses I could hardly avoid seeing deep into her prominently exposed cleavage. "My name is Italia, and I will be your server today," she said in a throaty, slightly foreign accent. "Have you made your selections?"

I looked at Jennifer. "I think I'll just have a small club sandwich and a Mediterranean salad," Jennifer said.

"And for you, Sir?"

"Oh, I can't decide..." I looked at the menu again. "I was thinking about the shrimp scampi, but I don't want to eat a whole lot. I guess I'll just have the same thing."

"We have a large sandwich selection," Italia purred, sidling up behind me and leaning over my shoulder to flip the menu to the lunch section. "Club sandwich is so...American. Perhaps you would enjoy something with a more interesting flavor." Her musky scent was heady, and when a lock of her long, wavy hair brushed against my neck I shivered all the way down to my toes. Damn! Was this exotic creature hitting on me, or just hoping for a bigger tip?

"What would you recommend?" I said weakly. Jennifer glared at me.

"Oh, perhaps something less...bland. Something spicy and Italian would be more appropriate for a man like you." She straightened up and her breast accidentally brushed against my ear.

"Surprise me," I said, snapping the menu closed and handing it to her.

"You will not be disappointed," Italia husked. "I am very good at surprises." She collected Jennifer's menu as well and walked toward the kitchen, her lush hips swaying below her slender waist.

"I am VERY good at surprises," Jennifer mocked in an exaggerated voice. "What a slut! Did you get a good look down her blouse?"

"No, I uh..." I stammered. "I wonder what perfume she uses," I said, trying to change the subject.

"Skank Orgy," Jennifer snapped. "By Cheap Ho's International. You want me to get some? Then you could pretend it was her while we make love."

I chuckled uneasily. "I wouldn't trade you for a dozen like her, Sweetie. Even if I wasn't already hopelessly in love with you."

Jennifer put her hand on my thigh, looking somewhat appeased. "If she doesn't quit hitting on you I'll scratch her googly eyes out. What a whore. She did everything but rip her blouse off and rub her big floppy boobies in your face."

"It wouldn't matter if she stripped naked and put it on my plate with a sprig of parsley," I said. "I'd still be thinking about you, and nap time..."

"You better get ready then, because here she comes again. And I bet she left her panties in the kitchen next to the spoiled fish so nobody would notice the smell."

I had never known Jennifer to be so jealous, except, of course, the time she had caught me with her mother. And she had gotten over that, as far as I could tell. But we hadn't been in a committed relationship all that long, either. We'd been best friends since we were kids, and romance had blossomed suddenly and rather unexpectedly, for me, at least. I had always enjoyed looking at her, and had often fantasized about her when I beat my meat, but it had never occurred to me that we could become more than buddies. I had just always assumed that she would want someone richer, whiter, and, well, shorter. We looked kind of like Mutt and Jeff together. Then at our combined 18th birthday party, put on by Mrs. C., we had resurrected the ancient game of "spin the bottle," and somehow Jennifer and I had ended up in the coat closet for "Seven Minutes in Heaven." Our first real kiss was like something one would expect from a small child, but then she had pressed her sweet body closer to me and whispered, "You have to make me look like I've really been kissed, Jacky. Hold me tight and kiss me like you really mean it." When we came out of the closet, much too soon as far as I was concerned, Jennifer was blushing, her lips slightly swollen, and the lump in my pants announced that I was much more than slightly swollen. The other kids had hooted and clapped, and we sat very close together for the rest of the evening....

"Scusatemi," Italia murmured, standing much too close to me. "I forgot to take your drink order. Perhaps I was somewhat...distracted, no?"

"Oh, we'll just have iced tea," I told her, trying not to inhale her arousing scent. I kept my eyes on Jennifer, who looked like she was about to snarl like a she-wolf.

"Oh, but that will just will not do! In Sicily, we know that the wine is the key to bringing out the full pleasure in the food. So perhaps I might bring you a small bottle of something...masculine and vigorous? I will choose if you like."

"We'll both have the iced tea," Jennifer said grimly. "Thank you."

"As you say, Miss. But perhaps I will bring just a taste, complements of the house. And you will see what I mean. We have so many wonderful, satisfying wines in Sicily, a delight to the tongue and body --"

"That's OK," I said hastily. "Thank you, though."

Italia sashayed back toward the kitchen, her stiletto heels clicking on the terrazzo floor, and I resisted the impulse to watch her ass as she walked. Like two pole-cats in a tote-sack, as Tommy would have said.

"What a SLUT!" Jennifer hissed. "Perhaps I was somewhat distracted, no?" she mocked. "Could she maybe be any more obvious?"

"She's just trying to be friendly," I said. "Give her a break."

"I'll give her a break. Right In the middle of her long beaky nose."

I grinned at her. "So could I plan on front row seats at a girl-fight? I bet Tommy would be up for that too. Better than anything on TV, for sure."

"You pervert." She reached across the table and took my hand, twining our fingers together. "Oh, Jacky. I do trust you, but I don't trust bitches like her. And, you know," she blinked a few times, "I'd want to die if you ever left me, Jack. I know it's only been a few days, but I already can't imagine living without you. Any I have to wonder why you would choose flat-chested, skinny little me when you could have any girl you wanted..."

"Because I love skinny little you," I said, "and the flat-chested part is not true. As they say, 'anything more than a mouthful is wasted effort,' and you have the two most delicious, exciting mouthfuls in the world. If I wanted to go into the dairy business I'd buy a cow. You're perfect, Sweetie."

"Sometimes I think you really believe that," she mused. "But sometimes I'm not so sure. And I can't even give you what you really want, Jacky. But I bet she could. And I bet if you even suggested it, her panties would hit the floor so hard they'd turn up in China."

"You are giving me what I really want," I said, leaning over to kiss her. "And every day with you is a new adventure."

Italia clicked across the room carrying our food on a tray. "Club sandwich and salad for the...lady," she said, unceremoniously slapping two plates down in from of Jennifer. "And for the handsome gentlemen, a salad and one of our specialties, the Hot Sicilian Sandwich." She found it necessary to bend low in front of me as she delicately set the plates down. "And to complement that deliciously spicy dish, the sommelier recommends this." She set a large balloon glass of dark red wine before me. "A fine Girolamo Russo from the slopes of Mount Etna, said to possess the grace of a ballerina combined with the strength of a lioness. Enjoy, Sir. And if you want more, or anything else...you have only to raise a finger, no?"

As she stalked away from the table, Jennifer raised a finger at her retreating backside. "Gawd. I bet if you looked up 'horny slut' on the internet her picture would come up about a hundred times."

I laughed. "Your claws are showing, Puss."

"Why don't we just take this up to the room and eat there? I'll make it worth your while..."

"Good idea! But I should at least taste the wine. I don't want to offend the 'sommelier.'" I sipped at the wine. "Mmm. Wow! A couple steps up from T-bird, for sure. Here; taste." I held the glass to her lips. She turned her head. 

"I'd as soon drink cat pee. She probably dipped a nip into it on her way out of the kitchen."

"Okay, Sweetie. Calm down. Couldn't we just eat quickly and leave politely? We really don't want to offend anyone..."

"I really can't take being in the same room with that WHORE another minute. Please, Jack."

"Okay, Honey. I'll just get her back over here and tell her to pack this stuff up so we can-"

"Like hell you will," Jennifer snapped. "Get me out of here right now. You can tell the Maître D' what to do on the way out. He can have it sent up to the room. And it better not be her who brings it." She scraped her chair away from the table, stood up, threw down her napkin and stalked out of the dining room. I was right behind her, but I got waylaid by the Maître D', who was hurrying toward me with a worried frown of his face. "Is everything quite all right, Sir? Is the young lady indisposed? Or are you displeased with the wine, perhaps?"

"Oh, yeah, she suddenly got a bad headache," I said, realizing that I was still holding the wine glass in my hand, "but the wine is wonderful. Is it OK if I take it up to our suite? And could you have the food sent up by room service?"

"But of course, Master Jack! We are here to serve you in any way you choose. You must, of course, tend to the young lady if she is ill. But I am also concerned...is it possible that Miss Italia offended her in some way?"

"Oh, no. Nothing like that. She was very nice."

"Excellent. I was particularly concerned," he drew a deep breath, "because Miss Italia is the daughter of a most prominent person...the owner of this establishment, in fact. She has just returned from a Hotelier course in Sicily, and...she has been known to be somewhat, shall we say, 'impulsive.'"

"Then be sure to tell her that her service was most appreciated," I said hastily, seeing Italia clickety-clacking toward us. "Perhaps an extra gratuity would be in order to make her feel less...rejected?"

"Excellent idea, Master Jack! I'll take care of that –"

"Is everything quite all right?" Italia asked throatily, touching my arm with an elegant hand. Her perfectly manicured fingernails were lacquered bright red.

"Yes, yes, quite fine," the Maitre D' interjected. "It's just that the young lady was suddenly taken ill. Good day, then, Master Jack." He bowed and extended his arm toward the restaurant door. "Give the young lady our best wishes for her quick recovery."

Italia slipped a business card into my hand as I was leaving. I stuffed it into my pocket and hurried after Jennifer. She beat me to the elevator and I had to wait. When I finally got to the suite I found her sitting in an easy chair, her chin in her hand, staring out the window and brooding. I perched on the arm of her chair and sipped at the glass of wine. "They're sending the food up," I said brightly. "It should be here any minute now."

"I'm not hungry. I think I'll just go take a nap."

"Okay...well, I'll be in to join you after the food comes. I'm not all that hungry either."

"Don't bother," she said spitefully. "I'm sure you won't want to let your hot spicy Sicilian sandwich get cold."

"Honey, I don't care about that...I know you're upset, and maybe it would help if I just held you, and—"

"Oh, just quit smothering me, Jack! You haven't let me out of your sight for days now! I know you're frustrated – well, I'm frustrated too! I know there's more...I want what we have in the dreams. But we're just going to have to wait. Maybe we need to tone things down a little. I don't know how you expect me to sleep naked with you every night and not...Oh! Just call me when Mary Louise and Tommy get here, OK?"

She jumped out of the chair, evading my grasp when I reached for her. She went into the princess bedroom and slammed the door, and I heard the click of the lock engaging.

Well, shit. A cold lump settled in my stomach, and suddenly I wasn't hungry either. I set the wine down when a knock came at the door and went to open it. A bellman handed me a tray with two covered dishes on it, and I thanked him and slipped him a five-dollar bill.

I threw myself down on the wide leather couch and flipped on the TV. A mindless game show was playing. What crap. Damn it all anyway. I wanted to feel Jennifer in my arms, warm and loving...but she was going to have to get over this jealousy business. Of course it was natural for her to be feeling scared and insecure right now, considering what we had been through, and her mother's mysterious disappearance...Anna's voice echoed in my mind. 'I was being a bitch, Jack, and you should have come after me, dragged me to the bed, and had your way with me.' Maybe what Jennifer really wanted was for me to prove once again how much I wanted her. Or maybe she really did just want to be left alone, and after an hour or so she would come out and apologize, and we would lie together on the couch and hold each other... I lay back and closed my eyes.

I was roused from a roiling, confusing dream by a pounding on the front door. I looked through the peephole and saw Tommy and Mary Louise standing in the corridor. I let them in and Mary Louise hugged me briefly. "Hey, Dude!" Tommy said. "Did we wake you?"

"Not really," I said, stifling a yawn. "I was just resting my eyes. Come on in. Tell me what the real world looks like."

"Where's Jennifer?" asked Mary Louise.

"She's napping," I said. "Not feeling too good, I guess—"

The door to the princess bedroom opened and Jennifer stood there, her eyes red and her face blotchy from crying. "Oh, Honey!" Mary Louise exclaimed, running to her. "What's wrong?"

"Everything," Jennifer sobbed. They went into the bedroom and closed the door.

"Jeez, Dude," Tommy said, "feels kind of cold in here. What the hell is going on?"

"Fucked if I know, Dude. Kind of looks like she's pissed at me."

"You think? What did you do?"

I thought. What had I done? "I didn't do shit. We went to the dining room for lunch, and there was this new waitress, you know? And I guess she was kind of coming on to me...but I wasn't encouraging her...but Jennifer got really pissed and walked out."

"Tell me you didn't just stay there and eat lunch."

"Hell, no! I'm not entirely stupid. But what the hell was I supposed to do? It turns out that the girl, the waitress, is the hotel owner's daughter. Now I know I don't want him pissed at us."

"Is she hot?"

"Smokin', Dude. Lanky, busty Italian broad. Built like a brick shithouse. And she's either a hell of an actress, or she wants it bad."

"So what you gonna do about it?"

"Try to stay away from her, I guess. Guess we'll be ordering room service or cooking for ourselves until she moves to another job."

"Never rains but it pours, Dude. I'd offer to take her off your hands, but..."

"She's got a huge rack on her, that's for sure, and I know you'd like that. But the bitch is bad news, Dude. Even I can see that. I'm sure she'd be a wild fuck, but if you ever pissed her off she'd probably nail your sack to the bedpost."

"Fuck," Tommy said. "How the hell do you walk into these things, Dude? You got some kind of pussy magnet in your pocket or something?" He picked up my glass of wine and swallowed a big slug. "Whoa! Dude! What is this shit?"

"Some kind of fancy Sicilian wine. I didn't order it; the waitress just brought it for me to try."

"So you had to bring it up here. Smooth move."

"Well, I couldn't just dump it out. The shit probably costs a hundred dollars a bottle or something."

"You dipshit." Tommy took another slug. "You want this?" He offered me the glass.

"No, go ahead."

Tommy drained about half the glass. "Nice. But not really a hundred dollars nice. Here; finish this. Good for what ails you."

I finished draining the glass to the murky dregs. It was really a most excellent wine. As far as I knew. Which wasn't very far.

We sat on the couch and Tommy caught me up on the school news, which could be summarized as boredom, annoyance and more boredom. Clearly I wasn't missing anything at the hallowed halls of higher learning.

"So how's it going with you and Mary Louise?"

"Standing on second and the third base coach is giving me the eye, Dude. Hey, I hope us being here is not going to add to your problems...we could leave you and Jenny alone, if you want."




Seducing Jennifer Pt. 26



"Thanks, Dude. But I'm glad you're here. Really. I think it will cheer her up."

"That's a relief. If I don't get Little Red alone for some solid one-on-one real soon, I'm afraid I'll die on base and have to start over."

I laughed as the bedroom door opened and Mary Louise came out with Jennifer behind her. "Just so you two horn-dogs know," Mary Louise said, "We're not going anywhere near that restaurant this weekend."

"You're preaching to the choir, sister," I told her. "I'd rather swim in a tank full of hungry piranhas. With a bleeding sore on my...uh, butt-cheek."

Tommy and Mary Louise laughed. Jennifer attempted a smile and crossed the room to sit on the arm of my chair. "I'm sorry, Jacky," she said timidly. "I don't mean to be a jealous bitch. But that woman is more like a shark than a piranha. She wouldn't be satisfied with little nibbles. She'd want to gobble you up in one bite. I bet she's a spoiled little rich girl, and thinks she can take whatever she wants whenever she wants it."

I exchanged glances with Tommy. "I think you're right. But she's wrong. I'm not on the auction block."

"Whoa, Dude," Tommy said, grinning broadly. "Let's not play the race card here. Some of us are kind of sensitive on that whole auction block issue."

"I got you covered, Dude. Let's just say I have RESERVATIONS about being for sale too. Been sold once already and didn't like it." Tommy guffawed and slapped Mary Louise's well-padded behind. "So let's put that subject in the circular file and do something fun. How about a swim party?"

"Oooh, sounds totally divine!" Mary Louise said happily. "I brought my suit. And so did Tommy. So let's do it!"

The girls retreated into the princess bedroom again. "Guess we might as well change too, Dude. Then we can wait for half an hour while they do whatever they do."

I went into my bedroom and looked skeptically at the new bathing suit Jennifer had selected for me. I usually favored baggy swim trunks, in case my dick got out of hand, so to speak, but Jennifer had insisted on a skin-tight Speedo number that had my package on display like the prize melons at the fruit market. It was black, with red slashes reminiscent of war paint, though, so I gave in. What the hell, who was ever going to see me but Jennifer, because Tommy and Mary Louise would be so busy leering at each other. I shed my clothes and yanked the thing on. What a pain in the ass. I wondered how much harder it was going to be coming off, especially if it was wet. Maybe I'd just use scissors when the time came.

I hopped onto the master's bed and looked up at the mirrored canopy. Hmm. I began to see Jennifer's point. The black, skin-tight briefs molded perfectly to my slim hips, my well-muscled thighs below, and my rippled stomach above. I wasn't such a bad looking 'skin after all. I flexed my biceps, crossing my wrists over my head in a body-builder pose. Damn! I'd drop my panties for me if I were a girl. No wonder Italia was so hot for me...I imagined the unfamiliar sensation of holding her firm, proud softball-sized breasts in my hands, her nipples like chocolate gumdrops, the brown areolae as large as silver dollars. Running my hand down her slender torso, across the heartbreaking curve of soft flesh between rib and hip—

"Oh, Jeez, Dude! Now I KNOW you ain't been gettin' any!" Tommy stood in my dressing-room doorway, hands on his wide hips.

"Sorry, Dude," I said, sitting upright hastily in a vain attempt to disguise my raging boner. "Just thinking...you know."

"You know I do. Pretty sure you weren't thinking about Calculus. Hey; how do you like the new suit? Mary Louise got it for me."

"You didn't even need to tell me that," I said, grinning. "Leopard skin print? And you were worried about racial slurs?" Tommy's swim suit was similar to mine; skintight but the legs went down further, to nearly his knees. His thick thigh muscles rippled beneath the fabric as he spun to show me the back view. His prominent glutes were clearly defined.

"Oh, shit," I said. "You ape-ass motherfucker. Couldn't you get them to stencil 'BOODY' across the back?"

Tommy cackled. "Jealous fuck! You better keep your lard ass to the wall when I'm around. Bitches be lined up wantin' to kiss this bad boy," he slapped his own ass, "while they wonderin' what that overgrown redbone doin' standin' in the corner playin' with hisself."

"Maybe they be wonderin' if this overgrowed redbone got a overgrowed dick, too," I drawled, mimicking his phony accent. "What bitch care about ASS, anyway? Unless she got a cock."

Tommy twirled around, trying to stifle hysterical laughs, until he collapsed cross-legged onto the floor. "Race Card!" he belly-laughed. "I'm playin' the Race Card, right now!"

Mary Louise and Jennifer stood framed in my bedroom doorway. "My, you two are filled with jocularity!" Mary Louise said. "Vocabulary word for next week," she whispered in an aside to Jennifer. "Did we miss a joke, or do you just find our appearance pitifully hilarious?"

"Jeeeezus Mother-humping Christ!" Tommy blurted, looking at the girls. "I musta died and gone to heaven, because I see two of the Lord's glorious angels right before mine eyes." He knelt, his hands upraised in supplication. "Forgive me, Jesus! I have sinned! I have lust in my heart, and I LIKE it!"

"Gaaaa..." I said. Mary Louise was dressed in an emerald-green one-piece bathing suit draped with a short terry-cloth beach robe in a lighter shade of green. The top molded her firm breasts, pushing them up to display twin mounds of freckle-spattered delight above the low-cut neckline. The side panels at the waist were cut away deeply to provide a slimming effect, then flaring out to embrace her luxuriantly rounded hips. The mound between her legs was impossible to ignore.

Jennifer had opted for an even more provocative number. She wore a black satin bikini partially covered by a pure white beach robe, the bikini top a narrow band across her chest, her small breasts cupped firmly and thrust upward and a ruffled panel across the top merely serving to accentuate her bust line. The lower half...ahhh. I couldn't even begin to describe it. Also black satin, it framed her little pussy perfectly, the front cut down almost to her pubic line, then rising to above her hip bones where front and back were joined by metal rings which just begged to be pried apart.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph," I finally collected myself enough to say. "We better hope there's nobody else at the pool. You two would cause a riot. And we're not dressed for it."

"I think you both look very nice," Mary Louise said primly. "Would one of you gentlemen care to escort me to the pool?"

Tommy quickly stepped forward to take her arm. "Any other dude try to touch this stuff, muhfuh gon' lose a hand!"

"Tommy...!" Mary Louise said. "I thought we discussed the inappropriate use of ghetto dialect?"

"Yes, dear," Tommy grinned, showing an impressive array of blindingly white teeth. "You two coming? Or should I say, 'might we enjoy the pleasure of your company?'" 

I slid off the bed and took Jennifer in my arms. "You must be the most beautiful creature ever to appear on this earth," I said. "I am so lucky. I love you, Sweetie."

"I love you too, Jacky," she whispered. And she kissed me.

"Ah, yeah, Dude?" Tommy interrupted. "Hate to break up the party, but do you two want some private time? Because we can go on up without you."

"We could stay here and, uh, talk for a few minutes," I told Jennifer. "And catch up with them later..."

"We could, but we're not going to," Jennifer retorted. "Come on, guys. To the pool!"

In the elevator, Mary Louise and Tommy stood in each other's arms on one side, while Jennifer and I held each other on the opposite side. "Uhhh-huhhh," Tommy moaned, breaking an audibly wet kiss. "You know, Chief, we got to be the luckiest little darkies in the history of the universe, Dude! Kinda disproves the theory that God hates all us coloreds." We both cracked up, me laughing into Jennifer's mouth.

"My, but you two are unusually JOCULAR today," Mary Louise said. "That's twice. Help me keep track. I try to use all vocabulary words at least seven times before the quiz. But what is up with you two, anyway? You seem slightly... manic."

"You think we ought to be all sad and sanctimonious, when we lookin' at something like this?" Tommy chortled, caressing Mary Louise's curvaceous hip. He sank to his knees again and raised his clasped hands. "Thank you, Lord, for that which we are about to receive!"

"Tommy!" Mary Louise snapped. "Quit acting foolish! And why isn't this infernal contraption going anywhere?"

"Because I haven't pushed the button yet!" I gasped, wiping tears from my eyes. "Where do we want to go? Roof pool or indoor pool?"

Jennifer and Mary Louise eyed each other. "Roof, I guess," Jennifer said.

"Roof it is, then," I said, my finger poised over the button.

"Oh, but I didn't bring any sunscreen!" Mary Louise said. "In five minutes I'll be nothing but one big freckle!"

"So should we use the other pool?" I hesitated.

"No, it's so nice outside," Jennifer said. "We have sunscreen. I saw some in my medicine cabinet. I'll just go get that."

Tommy rolled his eyes at me. "I got to get my black ass into some cold water, Chief. If you know what I mean. Let's just go to the downstairs pool."

"No, I'll get it," I volunteered. "The rest of you go on up. I'll be there in a minute." I kissed Jennifer quickly and stepped out of the elevator. I trotted to the room and found a large tube of sunscreen in Jennifer's medicine cabinet, then hurried back out into the main room. Whoa. Light-headed there for an instant. I sat down on the edge of the leather couch, putting my head between my knees. Didn't help. In fact for a second there I thought I was going to heave. Shit. Was I coming down with something? I felt more than slightly drunk, but I hadn't had more than a couple of swallows of wine.

I trotted back to the elevator and punched the 'down' button. Shit. What was I thinking? They were going to the roof. I stepped in and pushed the 'roof' button. The elevator started down. Shit-fuck. I hoped there were no hotel guests waiting to get on, with me standing there in nothing but fruit-basket shorts and a towel around my neck.

When the elevator hit the 'Lobby' level and the doors hissed open, I was mashing the 'Roof' button. A familiar musky-sweet scent wafted into the elevator. I turned and found myself face to face with Italia. More than face to face. More like breast to chest. She stared deep into my eyes, her smoky orbs smoldering with suppressed desire.

The door closed and the elevator lurched upwards. Italia stumbled and I caught her with my hands on her slender waist. What else could I do? Step back and watch her fall?

She circled her sculpted arms around my neck. To steady herself, no doubt. "Oh, Mister Jack!" she murmured against my lips. " How fortunate! I was just on my way up to tell you that I hope the little girl is feeling better? And—" Our lips met in a friendly kiss that turned into something way more friendly than I was comfortable with. Her heavy breasts were mashed against my naked chest, and I thought I could feel her nipples audaciously prodding my skin. She was nearly as tall as I was, and barely needed to tilt her head to meet my lips. She felt lithe and powerful in my arms. Softness underlain with steel.

She broke the kiss. "Ah, but I knew my sweet savage could not long resist—" She reapplied her lush lips to mine, and our tongues met, retreated, and joined again. My head was spinning crazily. I broke kiss with effort, then immediately reclaimed her soft but demanding lips. Lust swept over me like a tidal wave.

I had my hand on her lush breast under her brassiere, searching for the stiffened nipple, when the elevator doors opened at the roof level. I heard a collective gasp and raised my head from the ravishment of Italia's ripe mouth. Jennifer, Tommy and Mary Louise stood just outside, open-mouthed with surprise.

"Hello," I croaked. "I brought the sunscreen..."

"Jesus Jumping Jehoshaphat, Dude!" Tommy moaned.

Italia attempted to compose herself, adjusting her bra and tucking the tail of her silk blouse back under the waistband of her skirt. "I thought I would see if you, perhaps, might like to make a drink order," she said to my friends. "I would be more than happy to deliver it poolside, if you like."

"You BITCH!" Jennifer hissed. For a second I thought there was going to be an all-out cat-fight, but then Jennifer just clenched her small fists, turned on her heel, and marched away.

"Perhaps for your other guests then?" Italia said, her eyes twinkling as she turned to me.

"No thank you," Mary Louise said weakly.

"Can I get a 40 of Colt 45?" Tommy chuckled. "Icy cold, preferably. But I'll take it hot, if that's what you got."

"None for me," I said as I stepped out of the elevator and started after Jennifer.

"Tommy!" Mary Louse was saying. "You think this is FUNNY? I'll show you funny, mister—"

I caught up with Jennifer and clasped her slender arm in my hand. "It wasn't what it looked like, Sweetie."

"—and what was that crack about 'I'll take it hot if that's what you got!' You like sluts like that? Well you just go get yourself one then!" Mary Louise shrieked.

Jennifer stopped and turned to face me, fire in her pale blue eyes. "No? Then what was it like? Tell me. I want to know."

"Well, I, uh" I began, my head swimming. "I was in the elevator, and I pushed the wrong button..."

"You sure did," she retorted, tight-lipped.

"I don't feel so good," I moaned, stumbling to a chaise-longue and sitting down. "I think I'm going to be sick."

"You're already sick, Jack! You're some kind of a sex addict! So you just go ahead and get that out of your system. I was willing to try to forget about catching you and Mom...how stupid am I? You need professional help, Jack. When you get this sorted out, call me. Or don't. I don't even know if I care anymore." She turned and stalked away. And my aching heart shattered into splintery little pieces.

"Oh God," I moaned, burying my burning face in my hands. "Why me?"

I sat there with my head in my hands for what seemed like a long time. My thoughts were a muddy swirl of emotion and lust.

I felt Tommy's strong hand on my shoulder. "I think you done fucked up, Chief," he said soberly. "And damned if you didn't drag me into the shithouse with you. I still don't quite get how you managed that. But I think it's safe to say that neither of us is likely to get lucky tonight, unless we're willing to settle for each other. And before you ask – I ain't."

He settled into a lounge chair near mine. "You gotta shit-can that pussy magnet, Dude. I don't know how you do it, but I know for damn sure that you better QUIT doing it. You about to lose the best thing that ever happened to you."

"I know," I groaned, lying back in my chair. "I swear to Christ I didn't go looking for her, Tommy. I was in the elevator and all of a sudden she was just THERE."

"Sure. And then your tongue fell into her mouth and your hand ended up on her tit."

I groaned again. "Strange but true. That's pretty much the way I remember it."

"You got to come up with something better than that, Dude. And I can tell you right now the 'it just happened' defense is a non-starter."

The elevator doors hissed open and Italia stepped out bearing a small tray. She handed a large ice-coated bottle and a frosty mug to Tommy, and offered a stemmed glass of deep red liquid to me. "I thought you might like a little more of what you had earlier, Mister Jack," she purred.

"Thanks, but...no," I said faintly. Her perfume invaded my nostrils again, and my head spun. "I'm not 21. I'm not even supposed to drink."

"Oh, we don't concern ourselves with your asinine American regulations here," Italia said. She seated herself on the edge of my chaise longue, set the tray on an end table, and traced the lines of my pectoral muscles with a long fingernail. Chills racked my spine. "I've been instructed to give you whatever you want, Mister Jack. Anything at all...complements of the house."

"Dude," Tommy interrupted. "I think we better go...uh, somewhere. Anywhere."

"Perhaps your colleague would like to meet you later for a drink in the bar," Italia husked. "if he has other obligations." Her smoky gaze met mine, and fireworks lit the sky. "I feel so terrible about your...little friend. Let me make it up to you."

"No way, Dude," Tommy said, standing up. "Hey, lady: Jacky here is damn near a married man. I'm sure he likes you and all but he can't be—"

"More of your puritanical American morality, Jack?" Italia's crimson fingernail traced down my centerline towards my bulging shorts. "I thought better of you. In Sicily, we respect our passions and succumb to them with great delight."

"Yeah. Well this ain't Sicily, honey." Tommy grasped Italia's arm in his huge fist and lifted her to her feet. "Jack isn't himself right now. I got to watch out for him. Now either you split or we do."

Italia glared at him for a long moment, then turned toward the elevator. "Call me, Jack. When you come to your senses," she said, looking over her shoulder, "you know I'll be waiting..."

"MotherfucksonofabitchcockSUCKER!" Tommy swore when the elevator doors closed. "That ho is purely crazy!" He stood looking at me with concern for a few moments before settling back into his chair. "Maybe you better try to sleep it off, Chief. You is major fucked up. And I ain't feeling too straight my own self. And we damn sure don't want to be going anywhere near your apartment anytime soon."

"What the hell is going on with me, Tommy?" I asked, reaching for the glass of wine Italia had left next to me. "Am I just drunk or what?"

"Don't drink any more of that shit, Chief," Tommy advised. "I'm starting to wonder if there's something in there. Besides over-priced wine. Now that I think on it, I been feeling strange ever since I drank your leftovers earlier. And you drank the last of it, and then you were major fucked up too. I think she might have slipped you a Mickey, Dude. And the Lord knows you blanket-asses can't handle liquor of any kind."

My brain felt like a wad of cotton wool. "That's pretty far out there, Dude."

"So is she. Bitch look like she would drive over her own grandma for a hard dick."

"I am so fucked," I moaned, setting the wine aside.

"You sho' is, Chief," Tommy said. "And I sho' hopes you gots a plan to get un-fucked, 'cuz I don't."

I closed my eyes and the world spun around me slowly, slowly... and Italia, a sultry come-hither look on her face, stood before me, methodically unbuttoning her silk blouse. "You want me, Jack. I know you do." She shrugged out of her blouse and it slithered to the floor. She reached behind her to unfasten her skirt. "Take what you want, Jack. It's all yours." The skirt puddled around her ankles and she stepped out of it. My cock was suddenly hard enough to cut diamonds.

"What's the harm?" she said, unfastening her brassiere, her heavy breasts springing free, the chocolate nipples already stiff and wanton. "We want each other. It's natural." She lowered her black lace panties and kicked them away, her voluptuous body fully exposed to my lustful gaze. She put her hand on my straining cock. "Oooh, so big, too! You'll have to be gentle with me, sweet savage."

She straddled my chaise longue and presented her dewy pussy to me. It was clean-shaven except for a narrow strip at the top. She spread the lips of her vagina and put one elegant finger near her opening. "I want your cock right here, Jack. I want it all in my hot cunt. I want you to fuck me. And I want to feel your come inside me."

She shuffled forward, pressing her pungent mound to my face. "Make me wet, Jack. Make me wet enough to take your big cock." I tasted her tangy nectar, slipped my tongue into her gushing snatch, and circled her hooded clit. She shuddered, grinding her crotch into my face. "Yes! Can you taste my desire? I want you! I want you in me!"




Seducing Jennifer Pt. 26



She backed up to stand astride my hips, then slowly lowered herself onto my cock, guiding it into herself with her hand. She moaned loudly when the head of my cock dilated her snatch and disappeared within it. She slid down my rigid pole at a glacial rate. "Oh! So thick! I don't know if I can..."

But it turned out that she could, and did. Her firm butt-cheeks rested against my aching balls, and my rampant cock-head rested in her molten center when she began to undulate her hips. "Yes! Yes! I've never felt so full before, Jack. So full of hard cock. Fucking my hot cunt. Fuck my cunt, Jack! Fuck it until you come!" We mauled each other like wild animals, she with cat-like hisses and extended claws, I with deep growls and rough, grasping hands.

She cupped her full breasts in her hands as she rode my cock, her back arched, her head thrown back with her long black hair streaming down behind her. "Now, Jack! I'm coming NOW! Shoot your hot sperm into me. Fill me up with your come. NOW!"

My turgid balls clenched, something deep inside me spasmed, and my white-hot jism spurted into her, filling her furthest reaches before being expelled from her grasping cunt and soaking my nut-sack. She collapsed against me, gasping for breath, and her diminishing contractions milked my cock dry.

When I opened my eyes only a finger's width of the waning sun showed above the purple horizon. My head ached dully and vomiting seemed like a perfectly viable option. My mouth tasted like the French Foreign Legion had used it for a latrine, but it was all a minor annoyance in comparison to the searing pain in my heart.

"You awake, Chief?" I heard Tommy say. "We got to make a plan, Dude."



Seducing Jennifer Pt. 27



Part 27

I sat up, my head swimming sickeningly. My mouth was so dry I could barely move my tongue. This changed, however, when saliva flooded in, and I staggered to a potted palm where I retched violently, nearly falling to my knees.

"Fuck me, Dude," I said, drying my lips with the back of my hand. "I'm either coming down with the plague or I have the mother of all hangovers." I heaved again, but my stomach was empty. My bowels cramped and rumbled.

"Tell me about it, Dude," Tommy groaned, holding his head in his hands. "And don't let me hear you puke again or I'm going to have to join you."

"I gotta take a wicked dump, Dude." I wobbled off toward the cabana, finding it difficult to hurry while keeping my butt-cheeks clenched together. When I came out of the facilities, Tommy was sitting in the whirlpool spa.

"Get in here, Chief. It helps. Steam some of that crap out of you."

I got in and sat facing him. "No crap left in me, Dude. I just shit myself inside out."

Tommy started to laugh but it turned into a groan of pain. "Bitch! If this headache doesn't quit soon, I'm going to consider amputation."

We soaked for a while, in too much pain to talk. Finally my salivary glands quieted down and I was able to say, "I owe you another big one, Dude. If you hadn't been here I'd have fucked her right on that lounge chair. Almost did anyway...And I really didn't want to...well, I WANTED to, but I didn't WANT to want to, you know?"

"Bitches always get what they want, Dude. She was in heat, and when you sniffed her ass it was all over for you. Nothin' you could do about it."

"Maybe you could explain that to Jennifer."

"Maybe. But not tonight, I'm guessing. But I can try to talk to Mary Louise. She noticed that we were acting squirrelly before we did. We been poisoned, Dude. Some of that date-rape shit, or something."

"You really think so?"

"I KNOW it, Dude. We didn't drink anywhere near enough to be this hung over. That Eye-talian bitch of yours be crazy."

"Crazy-evil," I agreed. "I can't believe she drugged me. What the hell? What's the point? If she wanted dick, she wouldn't have any problem getting somebody to do her anytime she felt like it."

Tommy shrugged. "I gave up trying to analyze these ho's a long time ago. You ain't never going to understand 'em. But if you want pussy you got to act like you get where they're coming from."

"You suppose they'll let us into the suite? I'd like to go change into something that doesn't squeeze my sack like a used tea-bag."

"Guess we better try. They're wondering what other shit we got into while they were gone."

We walked back to Suite 74, taking the stairs. Elevators can be dangerous. When we got there I unlocked the door, expecting the security lock to be engaged, but it was not. We stepped inside. There was no one in the front room, and Jennifer's bedroom door was closed.

"Now what?" I whispered.

"You get your ass in the other bedroom. Take a shower and get the smell of that cunt off you. Get dressed. Beat your meat. Whatever you need to do, but don't come out here until I call you."

"Got it. Good luck with Mary Louise, Dude."

"Hell, I didn't do anything. She's gonna be pissed at you, not me."

I went into my bedroom, shut the door, and shucked off the constricting shorts. Exquisite relief. I went through my dressing room and into the bathroom, turned on the shower and stepped in, remembering my last shower with soapy little Jennifer in my arms. Tears came to my eyes and I let the warm water wash them away.

After my shower and a thorough application of deodorant I dressed in shorts and a tee-shirt. I still felt like warmed-over dog shit, but not as bad as before. My stomach churned with acid, and while the thought of food was vaguely nauseating, I knew I needed to put something in there. I wondered if the girls had eaten anything.

Someone rapped at my bedroom door. "Get out here, Dude." Tommy's gruff voice said through the door. "You got some 'splainin' to do."

Mary Louise was seated on the couch, clad in a short sun-dress. It looked good on her. Tommy plopped down beside her and put his massive hand on her rounded thigh. There's a good sign, I thought.

"Tell your side of it, Dude. And before you get tempted to massage the facts, you should be aware that I already told her everything I know. So plead your case." Tommy's hand was inching up toward the hem of Mary Louise's skirt, and she shivered.

I sat down in a chair facing them. "Okay," I began, taking a deep breath, "Where do I start? Jennifer and I went to the restaurant for lunch, and they had this new waitress—"

"I know all about that," Mary Louise said. "Of course Jennifer told me all the details. How this...predatory WITCH was hitting on you shamelessly, and you were just lapping it up."

"Well, not really," I quibbled. "I mean yeah; she was rude to Jennifer, and gave me the come-on, but I wasn't into it at ALL. I mean, when I'm with Jennifer I hardly even notice anything else. I love her so much..."

"Hmmm," Mary Louise said skeptically. "Then I wonder why you and that...woman were attempting to crawl down each other's throats in the elevator?"

"I haven't got there yet. There's stuff you don't know. So anyway, the waitress was coming on to me, and it was making me uncomfortable, but I thought maybe she was just hoping for a big tip, you know? And then she brought me a glass of wine that I didn't order, told me it was complements of the house, so I drank a little of it. She kept flirting and Jennifer got mad, I don't blame her, and she walked out. But what Jennifer doesn't know is that Italia, the waitress, is the daughter of the owner of this hotel, and I guess she's some kind of management trainee or something." I took a deep breath. "So I couldn't really complain about her. Jennifer and I could end up out on the street if Italia's dad got offended, and we just can't afford that right now."

"Interesting," Mary Louise said. "I guess I can see that. Did you explain that to Jennifer?"

"I never got the chance. Anyway, I had the food sent up, and I drank the rest of the wine. Well, I gave some of it to Tommy but I had the rest. It was good wine. But we think there must have been something in there, because right after we drank it we started getting...sick. Crazy sick. You yourself remarked that we were acting strange..." I looked at Mary Louise pleadingly.

"Go on. Assume I'm convinced of that. Which I'm not."

"So we were all in the elevator, right? And Tommy was acting like a nut-bag, and I was feeling really spacey, and you wanted sunscreen, so I went back to the room to get it. When I got back into the elevator I was really out of it, and I pushed 'down ' instead of 'up' and ended up on the lobby level. And the next thing I knew Italia was in the elevator with me, and she was kissing me, and then we were all of a sudden on the roof level..."

"Huh," Mary Louise said. "And we left right after that. Then what did you do?"

"Passed out on a chaise-longue. Didn't wake up for hours. Tommy sat there and watched me the whole time, I guess, so I'm pretty sure I didn't do anything stupid. When I finally woke up I got as sick as a dog. Tommy felt bad too but not as sick as I was. And that's about it." Except for one hell of a wet dream, I added silently.

Tommy was nodding in agreement. "Just what I told you, Little Red. We were drugged. And the Chief is determined to stay as far away from that...uh, broad as he can. No desire to even inhabit the same planet with her. But he has to be cool about it, you know?"

"Okay then," Mary Louise said. "I guess. Seems a little far-fetched that she would go so far as to drug you...that's more a guy thing. But I guess we don't need to be concerned with motives. It happened. She must have been the one that did it. But Jack, are you really, REALLY sure you didn't want it to happen?"

"I'm sure. I'd never hurt Jennifer on purpose. We're supposed to be together, and I don't ever want to risk that."

"I'll see what I can do then," Mary Louise said, removing Tommy's hand from her thigh. He had managed to push her skirt up to the point where the damp crotch of her cotton panties was exposed to view. I tried not to look. "No promises. But I think I can convince her. You two might want to come up with a plan for dinner while I'm gone." She disappeared into Jennifer's bedroom.

I looked at Tommy. "So where do we stand?" I asked quietly.

"I don't know where you stand, Dude, but I'm standin' on second and the third-base coach is giving me the signal to steal. Hope you can understand if I don't want to share your pain."

"'Course I can, Dude. I sure don't want to queer things for you and Mary Louise." I stood up and stretched. "Guess maybe I should try to get some dinner together. Maybe everyone will feel better after we eat."

I went to the kitchen and looked into the refrigerator. Nothing really appealed to me. Tommy wandered out behind me and lifted the covers on the dishes the restaurant had sent up. "What's this?" Tommy asked, grabbing a cold french-fry and eating it. "Looks pretty good, if you could maybe warm up the fries."

"That's the lunch Jennifer and I never ate."

"Oh shit!" Tommy said, dropping a half-eaten fry back onto the plate. "We need to make this crap disappear, Dude. If it came from the restaurant, there's no telling what's in it. May be Ex-Lax in Jenny's part and Viagra in yours."

"Damn, I never thought about that," I said, scraping the plates into the garbage and rinsing them. "Good thinking, Dude. I sure don't be needin' no Vy-A-gra."

Tommy chortled. "You-all be needin' sommat to make yo' dick SOFT, not harder." He hesitated. "When you were passed out up there by the pool, you damn sure needed it. Geez, Dude, you had a bone up reminded me of a mule my granny once had. What the hell was that all about?"

"Couldn't say, Dude."

"Couldn't or wouldn't?"

"Wouldn't. What do you want for supper?"

"Bearded clam on the half-shell." Tommy grinned. "Might get me some of that for desert, though."

"I thought soul brothers didn't eat out at the Y."

"Yo' mama know better," Tommy cracked. We both laughed at that, easing the tension somewhat.

We worked together to build a meal from what was in the freezer. About the time it was all done Mary Louise led Jennifer out of her bedroom. Her downcast eyes were red from weeping. Tommy and I seated the girls, then sat beside them. Everyone seemed to be waiting for something.

"Would you care to say grace?" Tommy asked Mary Louise with mock solemnity.

"Certainly. Grace." Mary Louise was looking at Jennifer expectedly. "Now perhaps Jennifer would like to say something?"

Jennifer drew a deep breath. "Jack," she said, her lower lip trembling. I felt the blood drain from my face. "What you did today was not acceptable. I know—" she wiped an errant tear from her eye, "there may have been drugs involved. But I don't believe any drug can make you do what you don't really want to do anyway. Oh, I'm sure it affects judgment. You might do something you would not otherwise do, because of your inhibitions, but you wouldn't do something you didn't really want to do somewhere deep inside." She paused for breath, choking back a sob. "So is there anything else you should tell me, Jack? Anything you forgot to mention?"

"No," I said. "Unless I forgot to remind you that I love you, and I would rather die than lose you."

"But what about this, Jack? I picked your jeans up off the bathroom floor, was about to put them in the laundry hamper, and I felt something in the pocket –" she held up a business card, "and I just have to wonder where you got it and why you kept it."

I accepted the card. It was the restaurant's business card, printed with fancy embossed letters. I flipped the card over. On the back was written, in flowery European script, "Private Number: 740-474-7744. Call me." "I'm not sure..." I began. "I guess someone gave it to me in the restaurant, and I just stuck it in my pocket and forgot it. I didn't know there was anything written on it." Even as I said the words I suddenly remembered Italia slipping the card into my hand as I was speaking with the Maître D'.

She sighed. "I wonder who the 'someone' was. Should we call this number and find out?"

"No! I just remembered, it was the waitress who gave it to me, but I didn't even look at it. I didn't know about the writing on the back."

Jennifer wiped a tear away from her eye. "You should know that right now you sound like a big, fat liar, Jack. And as much as I want to believe you, I'd just feel incredibly stupid if I did."

"I'm sorry," I said. "I know it sounds suspicious. And I'll prove to you that I don't want that waitress or anyone else but you."

"I love you so much, Jack! But I shouldn't have to always be worrying that you are going to give me...some kind of disease. So that's strike two, Jack. One more and you're out." My heart sank toward my feet.

"What if he hits a home run before he gets another strike?" Tommy asked, the corner of his lip twitching.

"Tommm-eee!" Mary Louise exclaimed. "Would you please—"

Jennifer burst into sobs. I buried my face in my hands. Tommy had a hard time stifling his humorous comments. It had gotten him into trouble more times than I could remember.

"Just asking," Tommy said humbly.

Jennifer wiped her eyes and looked up, attempting a tremulous smile. "I guess...I started the baseball analogy. Okay, then; if he hits a homerun he's got three more strikes coming. But I'm warning him—" I wasn't sure whether the sound she made was a giggle or a stifled hiccup, "After the first strike he won't have any balls."

Tommy roared with laughter, clutching his stomach. Mary Louise was covering her mouth with her hand, but her eyes flashed blue-green sparks of merriment and her ample bosom jiggled. I even managed a limp smile. "God DAMN, Chief! Maybe you oughta settle for a forced walk on a wild pitch!" He burst into another gale of laughter. "No balls!"

Jennifer looked straight into my eyes through a film of tears. "I love you, Jacky. And I know you love me. But you better believe me when I say—"

"I get it," I said hastily. "No balls." I leaned over to kiss her lips, but she turned her cheek to me.

We ate the salmon steaks, fries and vegetables and went into the living area to watch TV. Tommy and Mary Louise sat close together on the velvet love seat, and Jennifer an I sat, not so close together, on the couch, holding hands.

I couldn't have told you what was on TV. All I knew was that it was dull, boring and had a lot of commercial interruptions. After a few minutes I looked over at Tommy and Mary Louise. They were hugging each other tightly and devouring one another's mouths with joyful abandon.

"Well," I said, "they seem to be getting along."

Jennifer smiled at me, her pale blue eyes searching mine. "I love you, Jacky." She slid a little closer to me on the couch.

When the news finally came on, Tommy and Mary Louise were really going at it. Tommy had slipped his hand into her blouse, and she didn't seem to mind. I raised an eyebrow at Jennifer. She smiled up at me wanly and slid closer, pressing her slender body against mine. "Hold me, Jacky. Just hold me."

I put my arm around her shoulders and held her close. The newscaster droned on about international event and the recent legislation of National Paperclip Day. I kissed the top of Jennifer's head, inhaling her intoxicating natural scent. She looked up at me, smiling faintly, and I brushed my lips against hers, just as the newsman announced, "And in local news, the story of the week is the explosion outside Cherry Poppers nightclub."

"We should watch this, Jack," Jennifer said. She stared at the TV.

"Tommy! Mary Louise!" I said sharply. Mary Louise jumped and removed her plump hand from Tommy's upper thigh. "You probably ought to see this."

The newsman summarized what we already knew, then added, "And this just in: DNA analysis confirms that one of the bodies found in the wreckage was billionaire investor Hyman Hershkowitz. One of the other bodies is believed to be that of the limousine driver, whose DNA is not in the data base, and who is believed to have been an undocumented alien. The other victim's DNA was also not identified in the data base, but witnesses have come forward claiming that she was Anna Crowley, 33, a resident of this city. Ms. Crowley was Mr. Hershkowitz's long-time Personal Assistant, and had been seen inside the nightclub in the company of Mr. Hershkowitz moments before the blast. "Now in local weather—"

Jennifer looked stunned. "So we still don't know?"

Tommy and I looked at each other. "Like hell we don't!" we both said. "Look," I continued, "the cops have been over your house with a fine-toothed comb. You can be sure they found something with her DNA on it." And mine and yours, too, I thought to myself. There would have been plenty of that around, particularly on Jennifer's bed sheets.

"So naturally they compare that to the corpse," Tommy broke in, "And bingo! No match! So it wasn't her."

"Oh, Jacky!" Jennifer flung her arms around my neck. "I knew it couldn't have been her!" She pressed herself against me and kissed me full on the mouth. "She's alive! And I just know she's alright, wherever she is!" I kissed her back, stroking her shoulder-blades and running the tip of my tongue across her lips.

"Stop, Jack. Not in front of Mary Louise and Tommy."

"We're not watching," Tommy said into the hollow of Mary Louise's neck. I noticed that she was now sitting on his lap, one arm around his neck and the other inside his shirt. I pulled Jennifer into my lap, encountering initial resistance but then she came willingly and we engaged in a prolonged kiss, our tongues exploring each other's mouths.

After some time Tommy broke a silence that had been only disturbed by sloppy kissing sounds and low moans. "Uh, Dude," Tommy said, "it's getting kind of late...I was wondering if you were going to use both bedrooms tonight."

I looked into Jennifer's eyes questioningly. "Uhhh...no. You and Mary Louise can share the master bedroom. If you want. Or I guess the girls could share Jennifer's..."

"Don't even go there, Dude," Tommy interrupted. "I wouldn't get in bed with you if you were the last man on earth."

Mary Louise giggled and buried her blushing face in her hands. "But what if he were the last woman?"

Tommy looked stumped for a moment, then came back with, "But he wouldn't be. I'd know there was a fine red-headed filly right in the next room. That's all I'd be thinking about. So fine." He cupped one of Mary Louise's ample breasts in his hand.

Of course I could sleep on the couch, I thought. But I wasn't about to suggest it.

"We'll be alright," Jennifer said. "You two should be together."

Mary Louise was still blushing when Tommy said, "Well, Dude, it's been real, but you know what they say: 'Early to bed, early to rise...'"

"Makes a man healthy, wealthy and horny as hell!" I finished. "Hey, wait. Before you two go off to your well-deserved rest, let's have a cup of tea together."

"Never touch the stuff, Dude," Tommy said, leering at Mary Louise. "Might keep me up all night."

Jennifer giggled. "Wouldn't want that!"

"Oh, God," Mary Louise moaned. "I feel like such a slut!"

"Go with that, Red!" Tommy said. "How does it feel?"

"It feels WONDERFUL!" Mary Louise giggled. "I'm so sick of being prissy little Mary Louise with her hair in pigtails."

"Well good!" I said. "I'll just get the tea. Won't be a minute to make it. This is herbal tea. A very special one. Guaranteed to produce pleasant dreams. Stay right where you are. You'll like this."

I found the tea Vholes had left for me and brewed up 4 cups, stirring a large dollop of honey into each. When I delivered the cups, Mary Louise and Tommy were engaged in molesting one another again, breathing heavily. "Drink up!" I said, lifting my cup. "To love! And pleasant dreams!"




Seducing Jennifer Pt. 27



We drained our cups in short order. Tommy set down his cup and stood up. "Well, folks, it's about that time. Thanks for a really exciting day." He extended a hand to Mary Louise.

"So we just walk off into the bedroom?" Mary Louise said faintly. "Maybe I should talk to Jennifer for a few minutes first..."

"No, I carry you off into the bedroom," Tommy said, scooping her into his arms. "And you can tell Jennifer all about it tomorrow." He strode to the master bedroom and paused in the doorway. "Let's just pretend there's a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on this door. We'll see you when we see you." He went in and pushed the door closed with his heel.

"Okay then," I said to Jennifer. "Would you like to stay up and watch TV a little longer?"

"No. I wouldn't. But what I would like you to do is go take another shower. And scrub yourself really well all over."

"You going to come in and wash my back?"

"No. I'll be waiting for you when you get done."

When I came out of the shower wrapped in a towel, Jennifer was in the gilded princess bed under the covers, leaving plenty of room for me beside her. I dropped the towel and crawled in. She came into my arms and I saw that she was wearing a suit of flannel pajamas. And they had feet in them.

She nestled her golden head against my chest and I kissed her forehead, her eyes, and the tip of her nose before reaching her lips. She gave me just the tip of her pointy little tongue before saying, "No more, Jack. It's too frustrating. Just sleep. And hold me."

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Tse-ni-sa and I were filled with excitement as we approached the meeting grounds for the Green Corn Ceremonies. We had been isolated for a long time with only each other and the dog for company, when a trader hallooed from the edge of our clearing, waiting respectfully until we came out to greet him. We stood and gawked at the sight of another human being. He dropped his heavy pack to the ground and sat down beside it, cross-legged. After a time we summoned the courage to approach him.

"I saw the smoke from your fire," he explained. "Did not know anyone was living out here."

I sat down opposite him. Tse-ni-sa brought us gourds of tea, and sat next to me. In the course of a long conversation, he mentioned the up-coming Green Corn Ceremonies and asked if we were going. I looked at Tse-ni-sa. "We're going," we said simultaneously. He told us how to get to the grounds, we traded a few furs and one of Jennifer's river-cane baskets for a few small items she needed, fed him with a gourd of hominy gruel flavored with squirrel meat, and he went on his way.

We walked for three days to get there, camping along the way and sleeping in a deer-hide lean-to at night. The dog had been taught to carry a pack, and was a great help to us. When we arrived at the grounds, we were awestruck by the number of buckskin-clad people milling around the camping area where dozens of tents and lean-to's were set up. People nodded and smiled at us as if we were expected guests, and soon we were greeted by the Chief of the Grounds, who made us welcome and showed us where to set up our lean-to. We spent the day visiting, and Tse-ni-sa helped with the cooking. Many of the people I saw that day seemed oddly familiar, but I couldn't place them in my memories.

When night fell and the air cooled, Tse-ni-sa and I crawled into our bed on the ground under the lean-to and covered ourselves with a light blanket. The dog had been meeting and greeting also, and seemed to be greatly interested in a massive, wolf-like creature that seemed to be a chief among his kind, and she was not curled up at the foot of our bed as she usually would be when we settled down for the night. Tse-ni-sa came into my arms, her lips sweet against mine. "Tomorrow we begin our fast," I told her. "And will not eat again until after the main ceremony. We will also abstain from any sexual contact—" She whimpered. "until after the ceremony and feast. So tonight is a night for love." I touched her firm breast and felt the nipple stiff against my palm. We kissed and fondled each other until soft noises from the next lean-to attracted our attention.

A stoutly-built man, very dark, with unusual kinky hair was talking quietly to a plump woman with equally unusual deep red hair. Her figure attractively filled out her brief deer-hide tunic. I had seen them during the day, and they had seemed to be interested in each other but not a familiar couple. The girl seemed to be undecided about something, and they exchanged suggestive banter with each other until finally the dark man drew her into his arms and kissed her. She seemed reluctant at first, but soon had her arms around his neck, and we could hear their heavy breathing quite clearly. They sat down on the dark man's blanket and continued to kiss and caress each other, he fondling her plump breasts while she combed her fingers through his wiry hair.

"I think we're about to witness new lovers coming together for the first time," I whispered to Jennifer. She rolled over, spooning herself against me, my cock hard between her buttocks.

"We shouldn't watch," she said.

"I know." But we could not avert our gaze as the dark man slipped a hand under the girl's tunic. She sighed and kissed him passionately as he fondled her we-sa. The sound of their breathing became louder and more frantic, until finally he stripped off her tunic, untied his own breech-cloth, and they were naked in the moonlight, her voluptuous figure clearly revealed to our prying eyes.

"She's so beautiful!" Jennifer whispered. "And he is...impressive." The dark man's cock had risen and looked like a blacksnake against the woman's much paler thigh. My own cock was stiff and throbbing.

He parted her legs gently and slipped one thick finger into her. She moaned, a hint of discomfort in her voice as he penetrated her further while suckling at her nipples. Her moans became more demanding rather than resisting, and soon he lowered his face and buried it between her lewdly spread thighs. She held his head as he feasted at her furrow until she was writhing in his arms and thrusting herself upward to meet his demanding tongue. When he came to his knees and applied his thick member to her wet we-sa, Tse-ni-sa lifted one knee and guided my aching cock into herself. I was vaguely aware of the sounds of love-making emanating from other near-by camps. It truly was a night for love.

He slid his cock up and down her furrow a few times, pausing at her entrance to push gently at it with the bulbous head of his prick before moving upward again to pleasure her clit. They were kissing feverishly, and at long last she met his tentative thrust with a more demanding thrust of her own and the head of his cock was enveloped by her small we-sa.

Tse-ni-sa ground herself against me and I began thrusting slowly within her hot tightness, feeling her tension begin to build. I cupped her breasts in my hands, pinching her pebbled nipples gently. The red-haired woman whimpered as the dark man penetrated her we-sa further, and he started to withdraw but she drew up her knees and encouraged him onward with her hands on his sculpted buttocks. He groaned with the effort of denying his instinct to thrust into her brutally, his massive thighs quivering with suppressed lust.

"He will hurt her," Tse-ni-sa gasped. I began moving faster, penetrating her ever more deeply as she writhed in my arms. I wanted to spurt my seed into Tse-ni-sa's womb, but watching the action next door was strangely exciting, and I held back. Steadily the dark man's veined cock slid further into his partner until she stiffened and uttered a gasp of pain. He stopped pushing, waiting for her to adjust to his invasion before beginning to settle further into her. She clasped his muscled torso between her plump thighs but continued to urge him on with trembling hands until finally his cock was buried completely within her and their sweaty bodies seemed to meld together.

"She is taking all of him!" Tse-ni-sa said, and I felt the silken walls of her wet tunnel ripple around my hardness.

"Do you remember our first time?" I asked.

"No. I was asleep." She giggled softly, reaching between her legs to roll my heavy balls in her hand.

"You seemed quite lively to me," I teased.

The dark man began moving slowly between his partner's splayed thighs, slowly withdrawing himself from her slippery folds, then just as slowly thrusting back in again. She lay as if paralyzed as he gently fucked her tight we-sa. When she began to whimper uncomfortably he withdrew completely, lifted her hips with his hands, and lowered his face to her mound. Her whimpers quickly turned into sighs of pleasure, and when she bucked and shuddered, softly crying out in wonder, he quickly thrust his thick cock into her to the hilt, shuddering and moaning through his own orgasm.

I began thrusting more purposefully into Tse-ni-sa, feeling her tension build until she quivered with the lust for release. She suddenly reached her peak, and as it crested I emptied myself into her liquid core, crushing her in my arms as I came. We relaxed, gasping for breath, resting after our thoroughly satisfying climaxes.

I noticed that the dark man had rolled over to face us, the whites of his eyes and teeth glinting in the moonlight. "Did you enjoy watching us?" He grinned. "I enjoyed watching you. You seem quite familiar, but I'm not sure why. Do you remember meeting me before, somewhere? I am called 'Ya-na-sa,' because people think I look like a buffalo."

"Ta-mi?" I asked. "Is that really you?"



Seducing Jennifer Pt. 28



Part 28

Jennifer and I were in the kitchen cooking breakfast when Tommy and Mary Louise came out of the master bedroom, holding hands and exchanging secretive smiles.

"Did you two have a restful night?" I asked pleasantly.

Tommy and Mary Louise exchanged a lingering glance. "Restful?" Tommy smiled. "Not exactly...but I'm not complaining." Mary Louise was blushing to the roots of her crimson hair.

"I need to visit my dressing room," Jennifer said. "Mary Louise? Could you help me with something for a minute or two?" They disappeared into the princess bedroom and I heard excited giggling as the door closed.

"I guess things went well, then," I said to Tommy as I turned the frying potatoes in a skillet.

"You could say that, Dude. You could definitely say that."

"Did you sleep at all? Or..."

"Oh, a little bit here and there. I hated to close my eyes, afraid she would disappear, I guess. And whenever I did doze off, I had the strangest dreams..."

"Like being in a place where people called you 'Ya-na-sa?'" I asked casually. "Because they thought you looked like a buffalo?"

Tommy's eyes widened as he stared at me. "You hear me talking in my sleep?"

"No. These bedrooms seem to be nearly sound-proof. But I heard you talking in my dream. And so did Jennifer."

"That is wild, Dude." Tommy leaned over the kitchen bar, lowering his voice. "You're not fucking with my head, are you?"

"No. I don't expect you to believe it, though. But give it a chance, and you'll see. I can't explain it...but it's happening and it's been happening to Jennifer and me for a while now."

"That's just too freak for words, Dude. Maybe it's some kind of mass hypnosis thing?"

I shrugged. "Whatever it is, it's happening. And it has to mean something."

"Convince me a little more, Dude. When we were all in this dream-place, uh, how did we meet?"

"Jennifer and I watched you pop Mary Louise's cherry, to be brutally frank."

"Damn! Now that's really spooky. Even more spooky, I actually got a thrill out of it when I saw you were watching."

"We all did," I smiled, "Except maybe Mary Louise, because she was flying too high."

"Wow. So maybe the dream is telling me I am actually about to get laid?"

"Kind of looks like you already did. Only thing you don't know yet is what it feels like in this world."

"I'm pretty sure it's going to feel damn nice, dreams or no dreams."

"I'm pretty sure you're right, Dude," I said. I began transferring breakfast food to serving plates and placing them on the counter. "How about setting the table, Dude?"

Soon everything was ready but the girls were not yet back. We waited as the food cooled. I called out, "Come and get it before I feed it to the dog," but got no response. I tapped lightly on the door to the princess bedroom and got no response there either. I turned the doorknob and it started to catch, as if the lock had been only partially engaged, then the door clicked open and swung inward an inch or so. And I had a clear view of Jennifer and Mary Louise, naked on the princess bed. Their whispered conversation was audible, but barely so.

Mary Louise was reclining on the bed, propped up by pillows, her legs close together but her scarlet bush still clearly visible between her plump thighs. Jennifer was kneeling next to and facing her, her small hand on Mary Louise's cheek.

"I've always felt fat," Mary Louise was saying. "When I was little people used to pinch my cheeks and tell me how cute it was. But now," she hesitated, "it's not cute anymore. And I can't seem to lose weight no matter what I do."

"Oh, Sweetie!" Jennifer said, fingering Mary Louise's wavy red hair, "You don't need to lose weight! You're perfect just the way you are. Everything in perfect proportion." She slid her tiny hands across Mary Louise's shoulders and around her full breasts. "And these...I so envy you these. Mine look like flea-bites next to yours." She squeezed Mary Louise's breasts and caressed the pink nipples with her fingertips.

Mary Louise's face started to turn as pink as her saucy, stiffening nipples. "I'd trade with you any day," Mary Louise said, raising a hand to touch Jennifer's small, firm mound of a breast. "Yours will never sag. Mine will be slapping against my knees by the time I'm 30."

Jennifer shivered. "That feels so good," she said, "it gets me so hot when Jack does that to me. But with you...it's different. Calmer and less demanding, I guess. But it still makes me hot for him." She continued to stroke Mary Louise's breasts, teasing the nipples into rigid, blunt points of carmine.

Mary Louise sighed softly and stroked Jennifer's cheek. "I know this shouldn't feel good, and I should be ashamed, but it does feel good, and I'm really not..."

"Hey, Dude—what the hell is keeping you?" Tommy said, coming up behind me. "Are you peeping again? And why wasn't I invited—Holy Hannah! I can't believe—" Tommy's eyes widened as he absorbed the scene through the crack in the doorway.

Jennifer leaned over to touch her lips to Mary Louise's. "Nothing to be ashamed of, really," she whispered before their lips met again, more urgently. I saw that one of Jennifer's small nipples was brushing against Mary Louise's larger one.

"Goddam, Dude," Tommy moaned. "This really is a place where dreams come true."

"You're not going to have a problem with this, are you?" I whispered. "Because if you are we ought to just bang on the door so they can quit before it goes any farther."

"Problem? Fuck me, Dude. I've always wanted to watch two broads getting it on. It's so innocent and so nasty all at the same time. Now keep quiet and watch. We might learn something."

I vaguely wondered if this was Jennifer's way of punishing me for my lapse with Italia. If it was supposed to be punishment, it wasn't working very well. My dick was advising me to barge in and fuck both of them. But maybe the punishment part was in knowing that I was not going to get to do that.

Jennifer rested her golden head on Mary Louise's pillowy chest. "This is so sweet...not like kissing a boy at all." She kissed one of Mary Louise's nipples, extending her pointy little tongue to taste it. "Mmmm...so sweet."

Mary Louise's breathing was becoming heavier. "Your touch is so gentle and soft," she moaned. "I almost wet myself the first time Tommy touched me there...but it would have been nicer if he had been more delicate about it, at least at first." She ran her fingers through Jennifer's hair as Jennifer moved to savor her other nipple. "But we should stop, because this seems to be going somewhere...I want...but no, I know that's wrong."

Jennifer reclined next to Mary Louise and kissed her alabaster throat. "I understand. But this seems so natural and non-threatening, at least to me. I've never really thought of other girls in a sexual way...but I'm starting to wonder if I've been missing something."

Mary Louise pulled Jennifer closer to her and kissed her lips again. "We were going to talk about the boys, what they want to do to us, and what we're going to allow, weren't we?"

"I think we both know what they want to do," Jennifer said. "And we both know we're going to allow them to do it, eventually. In the dream last night...."

"I still can't get my head around the dream thing. It's all so incredibly—"

"Preposterous?" Jennifer giggled. "I had trouble believing it too, at first, but I can't deny it any more. I wonder if everyone experiences these...episodes...but just doesn't talk about it?"

"I doubt that," Mary Louise said dryly. "What happened last night in our dreams was almost more vivid than reality. And a whole lot more satisfying than what actually happened."

"So your night with Tommy was not all you had hoped it would be?"

"No, it was...fun, and almost unbearably exciting, but I was too scared to relax. I've been told so many times never to touch myself...down there...and I panicked when he put his hand in my panties. And again, he wasn't as gentle about it as he should have been. Oh, I know he didn't mean to be rough, but his fingers are so big, and he doesn't know where the really sensitive places are..."

"We have to show them that kind of thing, while making them think they discovered it on their own," Jennifer agreed. "It's not easy but it's worth it when they finally get it figured out." She ran her hand across Mary Louise's peaked breast, across her rounded belly, and brushed her wiry scarlet pubic bush with her fingertips. Mary Louise's plump thighs parted slightly and her breath caught in her throat.

"The problem is that I don't know what to show him," Mary Louise sighed. "He accidentally hit one spot that almost put me into orbit. If I had known about that before...oh God! That's it!"

Jennifer had slipped one slender finger past the tight curls covering Mary Louise's pussy and was running it gently up and down her slit, pausing near the top to circle her clitoris. "I know," she whispered. "Jack showed me where mine is. And I was so annoyed that no one had mentioned it before."

"So do you..." Mary Louise was beginning to breathe heavily, and a noticeable flush was rising on her breast and neck, "do that to yourself?"

"I do," Jennifer said. "It helps relieve the tension sometimes. But it doesn't really make me want Jack any less, so I don't feeling like it's taking anything away from him. Here; just try it." She took Mary Louise's trembling hand and placed it on her auburn bush. "Just one finger. Explore a little and see what feels good."

Jennifer removed her hand to allow Mary Louise's hand to replace it, but continued to pet her sensitive inner thighs. Mary Louise gingerly slid a finger along her own slit, shuddering when she reached her clitty. "Now WHY do they insist on trying to keep this a secret? What do they think gives them the right...It's my body...don't I even have the right to touch it?"

"Of course you do," Jennifer said, capturing Mary Louise's nipple in her mouth while keeping her gaze focused on her exploratory finger. "And you have every right to let other people touch it too, when you feel like it."

"Oh God! I've been so brain-washed! How could I have been so stupid as to not question...Oh my. This is so...but when you did it, it was even more..."

Jennifer slid down to watch more closely as Mary Louise began using two fingers to gently massage her clitty. I imagined I could hear sloppy squishing noises all the way out in the doorway as Mary Louise's thighs began to quiver and her hips thrust involuntarily toward her own hand.

"Holy Hot Cock, Robin!" Tommy whispered. "I think she's going to get herself off! I worked on that thing for hours last night, but I don't think I did it for her. She was close, but then she just kind of gave up. Didn't help that she wouldn't let me take her panties all the way off, or let me get anything more than a fingertip inside."

"Who says you get to be Batman?" I whispered back. "And just shut up and watch. I think she's about to show you how it's done. And it has nothing to do with getting a finger, or anything else, inside her."

Jennifer's angelic face was very close to Mary Louise's pussy, and I noticed that she had slid one delicate hand down to explore her own small blond patch.

"Oh!" Mary Louise moaned in anguish. "I feel like I'm right on the brink of something really wonderful, but I can't quite...the same thing happened last night with Tommy. I wanted more, but I was ashamed, and I was afraid he was getting bored with it...he was all sweaty and...I finally just asked him to stop."

"Let me help you this one time," Jennifer said, sliding between Mary Louise's parted thighs. "Jacky has done this to me once or twice..." She lowered her face to Mary Louise's pussy and extended her tongue, pushing Mary Louise's hand firmly out of the way. "He seems to like it. And I know I do." Her pink tongue disappeared into Mary Louise's obviously slippery slit.

"Oh God!" Mary Louise gasped. "I feel like I'm...I don't know...oh my God! Are you sure this is something we should be doing?" She squirmed and tilted her voluptuous hips to give Jennifer easier access to her cunny.

Jennifer did not reply verbally, although her tongue was very busy, slipping into Mary Louise's tight snatch, then moving up to flick at her protruding clitty while gradually sliding a slender finger into her.

"This is where you should be headed next, Dude," I whispered to Tommy. "Box lunch at the Y."

"I'm taking down the directions right now," Tommy said.

"Oh, please!" Mary Louise moaned. "I think you should stop now, because I'm...I'm losing control...oh, I don't care! OH MY GOD!" She shuddered violently, arching her back as her first-ever orgasm seized her. Jennifer continued her tender ministrations through a couple of after-shocks before withdrawing her finger and her tongue from Mary Louise's pussy. She slid up to rest her head on Mary Louise's shoulder.

"Just relax now," she said, kissing a tear from the corner of Mary Louise's eye. "Let me hold you. Just float...it's the best part, really."

"But shouldn't I, uh, do something for you? I mean, aren't you just...a tiny bit frustrated?"

Jennifer giggled. "Not really, and that is kind of surprising. Especially since Jack and I haven't been...you know. Not last night, anyway. Now when I'm with him, I get horribly frustrated. But with you...it just seems like pure, innocent love. And I'm just so proud to have given you this. You've been a good friend, and you deserve something nice for that."

Mary Louise kissed Jennifer firmly on the mouth. "But maybe I want to...give you what you have given me," she said shyly. "I think I want to taste you. And feel you respond...do you think I could do it for you?"

"I'm sure you could," Jennifer said. "And if you still want to, maybe we could do that later. But right now, let's just hold each other, Okay?"

I eased the door closed and stepped back.

"Motherfucker," Tommy breathed. "I never thought Mary Louise would go for that. Damn. Now I KNOW I'm in love."

"I hear you, Dude." My cock was throbbing miserably and I wondered if it would be too crass to go into my dressing room and give it some attention. But perhaps Jennifer would now be more willing to help me with that...I could only hope.

"So now what?" Tommy asked, adjusting himself in a vain attempt to hide his own raging boner. "I have a feeling they're not going to be coming out of there any time soon."

"I guess we could eat our cold breakfast," I said. "Unless you'd like to go down to the restaurant for something hot."

"Ha-ha, Dude. Forget that. Let's just nuke this shit and eat here. Because whenever they do come out...I think they might be ready for us to finish what they started in there."



Seducing Jennifer Pt. 29



Tommy and I were finishing our congealed plates of scrambled eggs and home fries when Jennifer and Mary Louise came out of the princess bedroom, holding hands and sneaking secretive glances at each other.

"Breakfast kind of got cold," I apologized, rising from my chair to seat Jennifer. Tommy stood up and helped Mary Louise into a chair also, taking advantage of the situation to cop a feel as he did so. "I'll just reheat some of this...unless you would like me to fry some fresh eggs?"

"No, no, this will be just fine," Jennifer said, smiling at me. Her blue eyes were sparkling and I couldn't help noticing that her small nipples were prominent under her tee-shirt. "And after...maybe a little study session."

"Oh God," I groaned. "Couldn't we just..."

"It's the weekend," Tommy said. "Time to put up the books and get out the—"

"Oh, there's no textbook for this subject," Jennifer smiled. "At least not at our school. So we're just going to have to improvise." She looked over at Mary Louise who blushed and looked down at her lap.

"What subject is that?" Tommy asked suspiciously. "Gym? Or lunch?"

"You just never mind now," Jennifer said, picking up her glass of juice. "You'll find out soon enough."

"Does this have anything to do with what you two were doing in the bedroom for so long?" I teased. Jennifer and Mary Louise both turned red.

"Oh...My...God..." Mary Louise moaned. "Please tell me you didn't..."

"We didn't mean to," Tommy said. "But you were gone so long we got worried. And then there were these strange noises, so..."

"How much did you see?" Jennifer asked. "Because you might have gotten the wrong idea, you know?"

"Enough to get the right idea," I said. "And enough to want to join in."

"Oh, Tommy, please don't hate me for this," Mary Louise said shakily. "But if you're disgusted and want to walk away I guess I understand."

Tommy took her hand and placed it in his lap. "Does this feel disgusted to you?"

"Not hardly," Mary Louise murmured, stifling a nervous giggle. "So you're OK with it?"

"More than OK, Red. Feel free to do it whenever you like. But I would appreciate an invitation next time."

"That's fair, Mary Louise," I said earnestly. "Jennifer and I made a rule that we don't, uh, play with ourselves unless the other one is present. We want to share that experience with each other. And I would think that the same kind of rule would apply here. So any time the two of you want to...play girly games, we'll be happy to just sit back and watch, if that's what you want. Am I right, Tommy?"

"Amen, Chief."

Mary Louise poked at her congealed eggs with a fork. "Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine..."

"I did," Tommy said slyly, "But the real thing was better than the dream. At least that particular dream."

When the girls were finished eating Tommy and I cleaned up the kitchen while they retreated to the dressing room for a teacher's conference. When they came out we were sitting at opposite ends of the couch, waiting impatiently. They were wearing their bathing suits from the day before, and had mischievous looks on their pretty faces. Tommy and I started to get up off the couch, but Jennifer made shooing motions with her hands.

"Stay right where you are, guys! Well, actually, as long as you're already UP, so to speak, you might as well take off your clothes. We've all seen it before, right?"

Tommy and I stripped ourselves with trembling hands, studiously looking in opposite directions to avoid watching the other undress. And the very hard cocks under our pants. Dumb, I know. But old habits die hard sometimes.

"Now, Mary Louise," Jennifer began in a teacher voice, "when I want to really get Jack's attention, I sit on his lap like this." She crawled into my lap, her slender thighs astride mine. "So do it, Mary Louise. But don't let him touch you! I'll explain later."

Red-faced Mary Louise awkwardly straddled Tommy's muscular thighs, then snatched his wrists as he reached for her ample breasts.

"Good! Nothing frustrates them more than seeing what they want and not being able to grab it. Now, we kiss them like this." She showered my forehead with pecks so feather-light as to be almost undetectable. I felt sweat starting to pop out at my hairline. "And still no touching..." she grabbed my wrist as I tried to stroke the curve of her hip. "And more kissing, all over, but no lips yet...and then to the ear." She licked around the ridges and whorls of my right ear delicately. "And just the tip of your tongue for a second..." I felt her wet, hot tongue swirl around my ear canal, then dart inside and wiggle a few times. I groaned and sweat began to trickle down my forehead.

"Do you like that, Tommy?" Mary Louise asked after thoroughly washing his left ear with her kitten-like tongue. "Does it make you want to do things to my chubby little virgin body? NO! No hands!" She wrestled his arms back to the couch before he could seize her about the waist.

"Damn it, Woman!" Tommy groaned. "You better put on a good funeral for me. Because I think I just died and went to heaven."

Jennifer giggled. "Don't go calling on Saint Peter just yet, Tommy. We're just getting started here." She went after my other ear. "And don't forget, anything he has two of, like ears, or eyes..." she kissed my eyelids gently, "you have to give them equal time or one gets jealous."

"Okay," Mary Louise said, imitating Jennifer's kissing floor-plan, "then what?"

"You can't do this according to a formula," Jennifer said severely. "Or they will get bored with it. So improvise, mix up the order, just follow your instincts, but remember: delay, delay, delay. And it's best to keep up the hands-off policy as long as possible. They have ways of distracting us, you know. And they're not afraid to use them."

"Now about this time," Jennifer said, "I can't resist the lips any longer." She brushed butterfly-kisses across my lips, then took my lower lip between her teeth and nibbled briefly before slipping her tongue into my mouth. Mary Louise imitated her while watching Jennifer out of one eye. "And here you have to be careful that you don't lose your resolve and just let him take over. You'll be flat on your back with your legs apart before you know what happened." She kissed me deeply and thoroughly and we both began breathing heavily. "You'd like to throw me down and fuck me now, right in front of everybody, wouldn't you Jacky? Well, it's not going to happen. Not today, anyway."

"Say it, Mary Louise," Jennifer ordered. "You have to say it."

"Do you want to...make love to me, Tommy?" Mary Louise whispered.

"No!" Jennifer snapped. "You have to say 'fuck.' Let him know how nasty you can be."

"Do you want to fuck me, Tommy?" Mary Louise said faintly, her blazing face and red hair almost a perfect match in color. "Because I'm not going to let you."

"Good," Jennifer said. "And if he starts to get too wild, you can distract him like this." She pinched my nipples sharply, and electrical shocks darted from my nipples to the head of my leaking prick. "Then we kiss until my panties get soaking wet..." After several delightful minutes Jennifer broke the kiss and leaned back. "And then I start working my way toward what I really want..." She began kissing down my jawline to my neck. I took advantage of the situation to hook the top of her swimsuit with a finger and pull it down to release her firm, young breasts. "Jack!" she scolded. "Hands off! Follow the rules or I will quit right now." She started to adjust the top of her swim suit, hesitated, and reached behind her back to unsnap it. "But since you enjoy looking at them so much, maybe I'll let you do that for a while. But NO TOUCHING!"

Mary Louise unbuttoned the neck-strap of her one-piece and pulled it down to expose her lush breasts. Her nipples were bright pink and fully erect. "Look, Tommy," she said, "But keep your hands to yourself." Tommy was quick, however, and had one nipple in his mouth before she finished speaking. Mary Louise moaned and arched her back, pushing her breast to Tommy's face. "Don't do that," she said faintly, even as she cupped her other breast in her hand.

"Mary Louise!" Jennifer warned. "You're losing control! Snap out of it!"

Mary Louise sat back and her wet nipple popped out of Tommy's mouth. "Sorry, but I have to do as Teacher says," she pouted. "But remember where you were and we'll come back to it later."

"Okay, then," Jennifer continued. "Now his neck is very sensitive, like yours. So be nice to it. It's OK to take a little bite and suck it, sometimes. I don't think we have to worry about hickeys with these guys. But don't make him look like a conger eel went after him either." She nibbled and sucked at my neck, generating more electric currents that went straight to my dick.

"And then down the shoulders, and when you get to the armpit, breathe deep. You've got him sweating now, and although it makes him nervous because he's afraid you'll be disgusted by the smell, go ahead and enjoy it. Just smelling his fresh sweat makes my pussy tingle..." She thrust her button nose into my armpit and inhaled deeply. "And of course the other side too..." She nuzzled at my other armpit, extended her tongue and lapped up a droplet that was sliding toward my waist. "Then we go across the chest, pausing at each nipple. Don't suck too hard or it doesn't feel good. It's not the same as it is for a girl. But you can use a little teeth if he likes it." My cock twitched and for a second I thought I was going to come. Jennifer giggled. "First time we did this, Jacky came in his pants. Didn't you, Honey? You thought I didn't notice, but I did."

"Arggghhh," I moaned. "That could happen again if you're not careful. And I don't even have any pants on."

"Well you just go ahead and let go, Jacky," Jennifer told me. "If you really want to. But I was kind of hoping you would wait a little while so you could come in my mouth." 

Mary Louise was nursing at one of Tommy's black nipples, and he had his head thrown back against the couch, fists clenched at his sides.

"Now is a good time to let him know that you really are planning to suck his cock," Jennifer said. "He's been hoping, ever since you started, but he hasn't been sure. So give him more than a hint. It will make the wait even more exciting for him. Go ahead, Mary Louise: tell him what you're planning to do to him if he can behave long enough for you to get there."

Mary Louise kept her gaze fixed on Tommy's gloriously erect tool as she whispered, "I'm really going to suck your cock, Tommy. I can't wait to taste it. And...I want you to come in my mouth this time. I wanted it last night too, but I was ashamed to tell you..."

"Get your sweet ass in that bedroom, Woman!" Tommy growled. "I can't take any more of this!"

"Shut up, Tommy," Jennifer broke in. "You're not in charge here. Teacher will have to paddle you if you don't behave."

"Gawwwwwwd," Tommy moaned. But he remained seated and kept his hands on the couch.

"Now he knows, or he's pretty sure, that he's going to get something special real soon," Jennifer continued. "So again, you want to delay, delay, delay. So slide down slowly, between his knees, and kiss all the way down to his hips. Stay away from that thing poking out in the middle. We'll get to that later."

Jennifer continued her tortuous journey across my quivering abs, down my sides, and into the hollow of my hips. When she had settled onto her knees before me, she took my cock in her hand and examined it critically. "Ok, now he knows it's really going to happen. But don't rush into anything. Look it over and think about how it's going to feel in your mouth. And how it felt the last time it was in your pussy. And how much you'd like to have it there now, but you want to do this all for him this time..."

Mary Louise had Tommy's thick black shaft clutched in her dimpled hand, the contrast in their skin colors startling. She stroked it a few times, pulling the foreskin back to expose the glistening deep-purple crown.

"This is so much more fun when you can see what you're doing," Jennifer explained. "Of course it's fun in the dark too, but I really like looking at it, and watching his face while I do it. So now I'm going to taste him ever so slightly." She flicked the tip of my dick with her tongue. "Now you should see a little drop of something sweet here..." she delicately licked a droplet of pre-come off my cock, "and it tastes like what you will get a mouthful of later. Taste it now, so you're not surprised."

Mary Louise licked the head of Tommy's cock as he watched, fascinated. "Mmmmm!" she said, savoring his essence. "I love it!"

"And you can squeeze out more of that too, if you want. But I really can't wait any longer, so I'm going to—" She engulfed the head of my cock with her hot little mouth, and I fought back the urge to fill it with the hot come boiling in my balls. She backed off before I could erupt. "Now just watch closely, Mary Louise. This isn't going to take long, and then I'll lead you through it step by step."

She took the head of my cock back into her mouth and slowly devoured as much of me as she could manage before I bumped against the back of her throat where she paused, swirled her tongue around me, and began pulling back while sucking gently. She kept one hand firmly clasped around the base of my rod and fondled my balls with the other. I lasted exactly three strokes before I was straining off the couch, my muscles as tense as piano wires. "I'm going to come, Sweetheart!" I gasped. "Please make me come now! I can't wait—"

Jennifer swallowed more of my dick than she ever had before, and I felt the ring of her throat constrict as I spurted the first searing shot directly down her gullet. She backed off to let the next surges bathe her tongue, maintaining eye contact with me as I filled her mouth with my thick load. When it began to trickle out of the corners of her mouth she pulled off and let the last shot hit her on the chin. "So good," she purred. She swallowed noisily and licked her lips, then scooped my last emission off her chin and smeared it on my lips. "Taste yourself, Jacky," she said. "It's soooo hot." She watched as I licked the come off my lips, then finished stroking the last of my load out of my cock. She collected the sticky residue in her mouth and climbed back into my lap to kiss me. "Now kiss me and taste the come in my mouth, Jacky. You put that there. And you know how much I love it."

"Okay then," Jennifer sighed, allowing me to suckle her nipples without protest. "Your turn, Mary Louise. And with all this teasing, you better be prepared for a gusher. "Now you can start by telling him what you want to happen. You don't have to let him come in your mouth unless you want him to. But if you think you do want to taste it, let him know so he doesn't pull out and make a big mess. Sometimes that's fun too, but if you don't want to have to clean up and maybe wash your hair after, it's best to swallow."

"I'm going to suck your cock, Tommy," Mary Louise said huskily. "And I really hope I can make you come. Because I want to taste it, and feel it spurt into my mouth."

"Good. Now for the taste-test..."

My thundering heartbeat was finally slowing, and I watched Mary Louise with one eye while I mouthed Jennifer's little breasts. She licked tentatively at the end of Tommy's prick, tasting his pre-come. "Mmmm..." she said as she took his bulbous cock-head into her mouth.

"Polish it with your tongue," Jennifer encouraged. "And keep those teeth pulled back! He likes the idea of fucking your mouth, but he wants it to feel like a pussy."

"God in Heaven!" Tommy moaned, as Mary Louise began trying to swallow his massive cock.

"Not too much at first," Jennifer instructed. "Make sure to keep one hand on his root or you might strangle. Hold his balls with your other hand. Gently! Never squeeze harder than you would squeeze a baby chick. Pull down on his sack. It tightens the skin on his cock and he'll be able to feel what you're doing better."

Mary Louise was apparently following instructions to the letter, because Tommy was gasping for breath and pushing his hips toward her face. "He's going to come now, Mary Louise! Take as much of it as you can, and don't forget to swallow!"

With a bellow Tommy jetted his load into Mary Louise's waiting mouth. Her eyes widened as she felt his hot spunk blast into her mouth, and she pulled back reflexively, coughed, and gasped, his syrupy come dripping from her swollen lips. Another hefty spurt landed in her hair, and the next splattered on her rosy cheek. "Get back on it, Mary Louise!" Jennifer urged. "Suck it all out, or you will be doing it again in about five minutes."

Mary Louise opened her mouth just in time to take the next spurt onto her tongue. She got back on his cock and sucked noisily as he unloaded his balls into her eager mouth. She licked his slippery staff off thoroughly before climbing into his lap and kissing him. "You came in my mouth, Tommy. And I loved it."

"You have come in your hair," Tommy said wonderingly.

"Yes, I do, because you put it there, you naughty boy," Mary Louise said. "Couldn't wait for me to get my mouth open. Now I'm going to have to wash my hair. And redo my make-up."

"Let me rest a few minutes and I'll help you with that," Jennifer said. "I need a shower too so we might as well conserve water."

"I can help her with it," Tommy offered, "as soon as I can move again."

"No, you two just rest. Or shower in the guest bathroom. And then we'll take a nap, OK?" Jennifer said, eyeing me mischievously. "Mary Louise and I will do a little review while we're in the shower. And then we'll be all nice and fresh for nap-time."



Seducing Jennifer Pt. 30



Please note that the described Native American ceremonial and social scenes are not intended to be a reflection of contemporary Cherokee cultural practices.  The dream-world is an entirely fictitious construct, and while it may resemble some aspects of pre-historical society, it is not intended to be definitive.




"Maybe you should whip up a light lunch, Dude," Tommy said. We were both sprawled naked on the couch as we were when the girls retreated to the bathroom some minutes before.

"Maybe you should," I retorted. "I'm afraid if I tried to stand up I would dissolve into a puddle on the floor."

"I hear you, Chief. Feeling kind of wobbly my own self." He sighed languidly. "But we got to keep our strength up...I have a feeling we're going to need it." He attempted to lever himself to his feet and collapsed back onto the couch, his semi-erect cock flopping against his thigh.

"Now is when I begin to truly regret the loss of room-service," I moaned. "I guess we could call a pizza joint..."

"Better not, Dude. You don't know who might mess with it on the way up here." He stretched himself. "I might be able to stand in a few minutes. Hey; what the hell got into Jennifer anyway? I always thought she was kind of prissy. And then all of a sudden she's a sex teacher."

"Whatever got into her, it wasn't me," I joked. "And she was a little shy before today, but I'm thinking she got over it sometime when I wasn't looking."

"She sure did. And Mary Louise! Hot Damn! That girl has certainly turned a corner. I never would have guessed she would take to sucking cock that way." I glanced over at Tommy's lap and noticed that his dick was stiffening again. "And the way she swallowed my load..."

My own cock was rising from the dead as well. "We should at least try to get our pants on," I said. "They'll be back out here before long. At least I guess they will." I struggled to my feet and found my shorts in the pile of clothing on the floor. "Maybe I can put together a salad and some sandwiches."

The girls came out of the princess bedroom glowing from their shower, and perhaps from other activities as well. Tommy and I served them hot oyster po'-boy sandwiches and green salads.

"This looks delicious!" Mary Louise exclaimed. She picked up her sandwich and examined the filling. "What is it?"

"Oysters," Tommy said, with his mouth full. "And you know what they say about oysters..."

"Not really," Mary Louise said, taking a tiny bite. "That's different. I think I like it."

Jennifer giggled. "Tastes kind of like what we had for an appetizer. Only not as hot."

"They say oysters make you horny," Tommy grinned. "But I never could tell much difference, personally."

"I don't suppose you would," I said. "Since you don't know what it's like to NOT be horny."

"Do these guys ever think about anything besides sex?" Mary Louise asked Jennifer.

"No," Jennifer replied, picking a fat oyster out of her sandwich and dropping it into her mouth. "But at least we never have to wonder what they're thinking."

After lunch we paired up and went to the bedrooms for "nap-time." My heart was pounding as I led Jennifer to the master bedroom. I had cleverly maneuvered Mary Louise into selecting the princess bedroom for herself and Tommy, wondering if the proscription against nudity in the princess bed applied to her, but not really caring. I wanted Jennifer naked in my arms. Tommy could take care of himself.

When the door was closed I pulled Jennifer into my arms and kissed her until we were both weak and trembling. Then I began undressing her, covering each newly exposed bit of skin with hot kisses, and when she was naked I lifted her in my arms and laid her gently on the black satin sheets. "It always amazes me to see how beautiful you are," I murmured huskily as I stripped off my shorts. "I could just stand and look at you forever."

"Look later, Jacky," Jennifer said. "There's something else you need to do now. Right now." She spread her legs and ran a delicate finger along her moist slit. "I want your tongue here, and I want it now."

I eagerly crawled up between her lewdly splayed thighs and nuzzled her darling pussy. Her outer labia, sparsely furred with fine blond hairs, were puffy, and the tiny inner lips were swollen and tinged with carmine. I spread her labia gently with my hands, and found that her sweet little clitty was peeking out of its protective cowl. I started to kiss it, but then it occurred to me that this was the MASTER bedroom, and I was, therefore, entitled to be in charge. And to be honest, her sudden bossiness was erotic at times, but I didn't really want her to make a habit of it. I would delay, delay, delay, as she had advised Mary Louise to do in order to intensify Tommy's pleasure. I would torture her until she begged for release. Then I would torture her a little more.

I brushed my nose through her furry little bush as I kissed my way up her lean little body, making her wonder what I intended to do to her. I feasted on her small, hard breasts, and lashed her tiny nipples unmercifully with my tongue.

"Jack!" she moaned, "I told you to eat my pussy! I'm not in the mood for games!"

"Sorry, princess. But you don't make the rules in this bed. I do. So it would be wise to make requests, not give orders." I kissed and nibbled at her sensitive neck, and she squirmed restlessly.

"Please, Jack. Make me come. Then you can worship my body."

"No point in rushing things," I said, brushing her lips with mine. "I'm afraid you're going to have to suffer before you get what you want. I mean IF you get what you want." I captured her lips in a searching kiss, and channeled my rigid cock between her slippery folds.

"Please please, Jacky," she groaned. "Please make me come. I'm going to go crazy if you don't." She wiggled her hips, seating my cock firmly in her moist slit and thrusting against me.

"Oh..." I kissed her pink ear, "I think..." I nibbled at her earlobe, "you are getting a little..." I sucked gently at the skin on her neck, "too demanding lately." I moved to her other ear and slipped the tip of my tongue into it.

"I'm sorry! Just please, please please please..."

I slowly pulled my hips back, causing the bulbous helmet of my cock to rub across her stiffened clit. "I think we need to talk," I said comfortably. " I think we need to talk about how you gained enough expertise to tutor Mary Louise in sex education. When you were telling her about things you hadn't even done yourself yet."

"It came to me in a dream, OK?" Jennifer panted. "And I don't want to see Mary Louise and Tommy get into trouble out of ignorance. So please, Jacky. Make me come and we'll discuss anything you want. Afterwards."

I dragged my cock through the wet folds of her pussy and pressed the tip against her tiny entrance. It dilated to accept my throbbing cock-head.

"Oh God!" Jennifer grated between clenched teeth. "You're in me, Jacky! And it feels so good!" She thrust her hips upward in an attempt to impale herself, but I deftly pulled away. "Noooo! Do it, Jack! Fuck me for real!"

I reluctantly slid my cock up through her wetness to bump against her clitty again. She was trying to retake control and I wasn't having any of that. "We have to wait for that," I panted, kissing her lips. "The pills, remember? It's not safe yet." I wanted to slowly kiss my way back to her pussy, and tease her with my tongue until she was nearly insane with desire, but my own resolve was failing quickly.

"I lied about the pills, OK?" Jennifer wailed, thrashing against me and nearly unseating my cock from her furrow. "It's safe NOW. So please...fuck me, Jacky. I want to feel you inside me."

I barely resisted the lure of her tight snatch. It may have been the most difficult thing I ever did. "I wish I could believe you," I said. "But I'm afraid you might not be quite in your right mind at the moment." I slid my cock down to nudge her entryway again. It would be so easy to just thrust into her...and I felt her slender thighs quivering with desire, spread wide to invite me into her.

"If you will hold perfectly still, maybe I can help you." I withdrew my cock a fraction of an inch, and she whimpered in frustration. "You can have just a little. And later, if you want more..." I slid back in until my cock pressed against her intact maidenhead. "We can talk about it. But why don't we see if this can make you come?"

I held her in my arms and kissed her warm lips as I cautiously worked my cock-head in and out of her hot vestibule. When I prodded her hymen she flinched, and I knew I was causing her some pain. But she responded to this shallow fucking joyfully, and I continued until she shuddered and screamed, "I'm coming, Jacky! I'm coming on your cock!"

The tight ring of her vaginal orifice contracted around the head of my dick, and I held still, letting her feel me inside her as she came. Hurriedly I withdrew my wet cock, sat back on my feet, and stroked myself with my fist until I sprayed my load all over her sweet young titties and across her flat stomach. She watched my come spurt in the overhead mirror, and when I had milked out the last of it she rubbed it into her alabaster skin.

I collapsed into her waiting arms and sleep overtook us almost instantly.

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The first three days of the Green Corn Festival had gone well. People had become acquainted with distant neighbors, and socialized in various ways. Ta-mi and Ma-Lu, our camping neighbors, had shared his bed every night since the first one, but they had not repeated their sexual intercourse since the first night, as far as I knew. People took the fasting tradition seriously, but I did notice that couples were forming attachments where none had existed previously. In most cases these seemed to be male-female infatuations, but occasionally I saw male-male and female-female interactions, and no one seemed to find this at all unusual.

Tse-ni-sa seemed to have formed a bond with Ka-li-na, a muscular heavy-set young woman with a glorious mane of jet-black hair that fell to her knees. They spent a great deal of time combing and braiding each other's hair or just sitting quietly, holding hands and talking in whispers. Ka-li-na's husband, Yo-na, was a bear-like individual, nearly as wide as he was tall. We spent some time sitting together and talking and watching our wives when we weren't involved in preparations for the final ceremonies.

"Those two have plans for us, you can be sure of that," Yo-na told me as we sat in the shade of a large Catalpa tree after working in the hot sun all afternoon. We had been re-thatching clan arbors, and it was sweaty work, but it had to be done as a part of the custom of renewing everything for the beginning of a new year.

"Seems to me they are more interested in each other," I said, brushing sweat from my forehead.

"That too, but watch them and you'll see...they keep looking this way and laughing. I know my wife. And I've seen the way she has been looking at you. I expect she wants to borrow you for the night after the last ceremony. What do you think of that?"

"Hmmm..." I reflected, watching him out of the corner of my eye. He didn't seem to be disturbed by the idea. "I think there's not much we can do about it if that's what they decide they want. We might as well just relax and enjoy it."

"You have a good attitude," he grinned, clapping me on the shoulder. "Your wife has trained you well."

"They're calling for the Green Corn dance again," I noted. "I guess we better get our rattles."

The men lined up double-file at the entrance to the sacred Grounds with the Assistant Chief leading the procession. Each of us carried a gourd or buffalo-horn rattle. The Chief was standing near the sacred fire-mound, beating a hand-drum as the women began to circle the fire in the sun-wise, or counterclockwise, direction, their turtle-shell shackles swishing softly.

We began our slow procession with the Assistant Chief singing the lead and the rest of us singing the responses to the ancient song of purification and renewal. The meanings of the words had been lost to us over the millennia, but we all felt their power as we chanted in the language of the Ancient Ones, shaking our rattles in unison. We made a wide circle around the entire Grounds, detouring to make a trip around the stick-ball court, gradually spiraling in to pass the seven clan arbors and then into the wide open circle surrounding the central fire where the women danced in single file. As we approached them our song competed with that of the Chief until we began, one by one, to integrate our dance with the women's dance one by one, the Chief taking the lead and elder dance-leaders falling into place so that a single-file procession of male-female-male was formed, elders closest to the fire and the rest of the line spiraling out to form additional circles as necessary. Our song faded away as balance was achieved, and the Chief began another song, the women keeping time with their leg-shackle rattles. The effect was truly hair-raising, and I shivered as I danced despite the heat. "Ha-na-wi ye-ha!" the Chief wailed, holding out his right hand to the fire, and we imitated him, responding, "Ha-na-we-i-ye!" as the women's rattles went "Swish! Rat-a-tat, Swish! Rat-a tat," in perfect synchronicity.

"Hiiiii!" the Chief shrieked with a salute to the fire as he ended the song and prepared to segue into another. The rhythm of the Da-ga-si rattles changed to a "Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!" until he began another song. "He-ga-yu Wa-li-ha!" he began, and we responded, "Yu Wa-li-ha!" and the shuffling stomp dance began again. I concentrated on the wide haunches of the woman ahead of me, writhing rhythmically under her long, colorful skirt as she shook the shells strapped to her calves. After several more songs we were all perspiring heavily, and when the women began to tire he ended the dance with a final "Hiiiiii!" The dancers responded in kind, and then intoned "Ho-wahhhh..." as he paused to clasp the head-woman's hand and exited the circle toward the Long-Hair Clan arbor north of the fire. We trooped along toward our own clan arbors and sat there in the shade, fanning ourselves with our hands.

Later some of us dug a deep pit where the corn would be steamed overnight, others brought in sheaves of cornstalks lush with fat ears, and the women prepared the corn for the pit as we piled billets of wood in the bottom of it, lighting it with coals from the sacred fire. When it had burned down to a thick bed of glowing coals we added a layer of rocks and began arranging chopped green corn stalks, then the ears of corn and more stalks, finally covering it all with a layer of wet clay. The steamed corn would be the food we first consumed upon breaking our fast at noon the next day.

As the sun began to fall toward the Darkening Land, we danced the Green Corn dance again, then had a Beaver Dance which was popular with the younger people. A stuffed beaver hide was dragged back and forth by two men holding long thongs attached to it on either side, while the dancers, holding cane switches, circled around, two of their number, male and female, separated from the circle and pretended to hunt for the beaver. They searched in the most unlikely places, often under the skirts of female dancers, to the great hilarity of all while the Chief beat a drum and sang "Wi-gi, wi-gi hi-ya-we, and when the Chief sang, "Do-yi! Do-yi! He-no-o he-no!" they pretended to suddenly notice the stuffed beaver dancing between the thongs, and went after it with their switches, the men with the thongs doing their best to keep the beaver from being battered, but in the end they killed it and rejoined the dancers while another couple went searching for the beaver.

After all who cared to bash the beaver had their chances, we prepared for a social stick-ball game, men versus women. Protective medicine was administered by the Chief to all players, and applied to their ball-sticks as well, before the game began. Men were only allowed to touch the ball with their lacrosse-racquet-like sticks, while women were allowed to use their hands to attempt to hit the carved fish at the top of the tall pole at the center of the circular ball-court. It really didn't give them much of an advantage, because the fish was a long way up there and most of them couldn't throw the light deer hide ball that far. Their major advantage, however, was the right to do absolutely anything to the men in order to prevent them from scoring, while the men were ethically obliged to avoid injuring the women through unnecessary roughness. Other than this, there were practically no rules, with such a crowd on the field that it would have been impossible to enforce them even if there were any. Serious games between male members of disputing clans frequently resulted in broken bones and sometimes fatalities, and was known as "the little brother of war," but in the social game injuries to anything other than pride were rare. My personal strategy was to avoid the ball, or if I did accidentally acquire it, to pass it to someone else before I ended up on the bottom of a pile of scratching, kicking women. I did enjoy, however, embracing women in possession of the ball, pinioning their arms as I lifted them off their feet, although this sometimes resulted in being assaulted viciously by their team-mates, who were wont to wrest the sticks from a man's hands and flog him thoroughly with his own weapons.

After the ball-game most of us limped to the river, where we bathed and played in the cool water. Jennifer swam to me and I took her slippery naked body in my arms. She brushed back my wet hair and examined a bruise around my eye. "Poor Tse-k'," she sympathized, kissing me. "He has been taught a hard lesson by female warriors." She slipped a slender hand between us and grasped my cock. "But tomorrow night I have arranged a special surprise for him which will make him feel much better."

"Like what?"

"You'll see. I know you'll like it. And I'm sure I will too."

"Does it have anything to do with your friend Ka-li-na?"

"Never mind. You'll find out tomorrow night." She stroked my cock, which was stiffening despite the chilly water of the mountain stream. "But keep this. You'll need it."

That evening, as the nearly full moon began to rise, we crawled, hungry and exhausted into our bed. We were shivering because despite the heat of the day temperatures had fallen quickly as the sun set. We would have a full day on the morrow, the women preparing the feast that would break our fast, and hunters would bring in deer after a pre-dawn hunt to provide the meat. We would rest during the afternoon hours and then dance through the night, going to water when the sun made its first appearance.

I held Tse-ni-sa close to me, sharing warmth. "So what will we be doing at this time the night after the last dance?" I asked her.

"No hints, Husband. You will see. Now sleep, because that is one thing you will NOT be doing tomorrow night or the night after that either."

We slept clasped in each other's arms but had a restless night filled with dreams of a strange, alien land where beasts and trees were few, hostile crowds of people in odd clothing swarmed everywhere and enormous stinking monstrosities with shining chitinous carapaces careened snarling along paths of solid stone. The air was foul and the water worse, and I was aware that danger lurked everywhere. Yet as horrifying as it was, I had an odd feeling that I had been there before and in fact felt that I should be quite familiar with it. My sleep-fogged brain struggled to understand this frightful world, and once or twice I thought my memories were coming clear, but then I lost it again.



Seducing Jennifer Pt. 31



Jennifer woke me when she squirmed out from under my slack body. We were glued together with dried sweat and semen, and Jennifer giggled as our skins peeled apart. "What a mess I am!" she said, looking at her come-encrusted body in the overhead mirror. "If anyone were to see me they would think that I had just been fucked!" She touched her little pussy tentatively. "Ooh. A little sore there. I feel like I have been too."

"You almost were," I said, rising up on an elbow to watch her. "If it weren't for my iron willpower..."

"Pooh," she said, putting out her tongue at me. "Technically we did the deed. You were inside me. And I could have had all of you if I'd put my mind to it."

"Technically, we didn't do the deed. If you would care to check, you will find that the seal of your virginity is still in place. And since you were practically out of your mind, you weren't about to put it to anything."

"Pooh again." She pushed me onto my back and mounted me, kneeling astride my hips and taking my quickly hardening dick in her two hands. She rubbed the head of it across her still-juicy furrow, using it to stimulate her tiny clitty until I was throbbingly erect. She lined up the tip of my cock with her tight entryway and lowered herself slightly. "I could have all of this right now if I wanted it, and there's nothing you could do to stop me." She sank a little lower, wriggled her slim hips, and the crown of my cock slipped past the tight ring of muscle at the entrance to her sweet snatch. She was very wet.

I held my breath, willing myself not to move to impale her. My willpower was nearly exhausted, however, and I knew that if she was determined to have me she would.

"Ow-eee!" she yelped. "Maybe not right now. I really am sore there."

"Maybe I should kiss it and make it better," I suggested.

"I need to wash first."

"No you don't." I seized her about the waist and pulled her up to my face.

"Jack! I'm all sweaty! And...sticky!"

"You're all delicious," I mumbled, slipping my tongue into her tight snatch, running the flat of it between her swollen lips, and flicking at her clit. "But maybe you're right. I think we both need a shower." I looked up at her, grinning evilly.

"Jack!" she gasped. "You wretch! You can't just leave me hanging like this!"

"Oh, but I can." I kissed her cute little clitty, sucked it gently, and rolled Jennifer off my chest onto the bed. "I don't want to wear you completely out...because later tonight..."

"Brat." She rolled to face away from me. "I didn't really want it anyway. I was just pretending, trying to make you happy. So don't assume anything about tonight. I probably won't be in the mood."

"That's the spirit, Miss Congeniality." I swatted her rounded bum playfully. "Shall I draw a nice bath for us?"

"I'll take a shower. Alone."

"Better make it a cold one, then," I chuckled. "Oh, wait! What am I thinking? You probably can't even walk after what I stuffed into your tiny little pussy. I'm so inconsiderate sometimes..."

"I barely felt that little thing. You need to get over yourself, Ja—Eeek!"

I scooped her into my arms and slid off the bed. She struggled, trying not to giggle as I carried her to the bathroom and nudged the door aside with my toe. "Now you just sit right here while I—uh oh."

I froze, still holding naked Jennifer in my arms, and my eyes widened as I took in a charming scene: Tommy and Mary Lou were in the bubble-lathered bathtub, reclining at opposite ends with blissful smiles on their faces. Tommy opened his eyes and looked at me. "Be nice if people knocked before they came in here, Dude." Mary Louise squeaked and started to try to cover her breasts with her hands but caught herself and merely splashed bubbles onto them instead. She looked up at Jennifer and me impishly.

"Be nice if people would lock the damn door when they want privacy," I retorted. "But sorry. As long as we're already in here, would you mind if we used the shower?"

"Go for it, Dude. But try to keep the noise down. Me and Little Red are meditating."

"I'm sure," I said sarcastically. "I bet I know what you're meditating about, too."

"You know you do, Chief." Tommy leaned his head back again and closed his eyes.

I set Jennifer down, opened the shower door and tugged her in with me. When the stinging jets of water reached the perfect temperature I took her into my arms, feeling her wet naked body mold to mine. I kissed her searchingly. "I love you, you know," I murmured into her hair

"Oh, Jacky! I love you too! Sooooo much!" She laid her head against my chest. "I'm sorry about being bitchy earlier...I didn't mean that about...not feeling anything. It was the best feeling in the world."

"Not a problem, Sweetie. I understand. You get mean when you get horny. I'll just have to remember that."

"Ass!" she slapped at my chest. "I do not! At least, not if you give me what I want."

"I'll try to remember that. Now turn around so I can wash your hair." I lathered her scalp gently with a wonderfully-scented shampoo, and combed the soap through the length of her blond mane with my fingers, rinsed her, and applied a silky conditioner. When I finished with her hair, I knelt so that she could wash mine. The feeling of her slender fingers massaging my scalp was heavenly.

"Did you dream this afternoon?" I asked as she rinsed my hair with the hand-held nozzle.

"Yes. The Green Corn ceremonies...."

"Are you really planning to lend my magnificent body to your new friend Ka-li-na?" She squirted water into my face and I sputtered.

"I'm not a fortune-teller, Jack. I have no way of knowing what will happen in future dreams. But let me ask you this: If I do decide to let her have you, would you go along with it?"

I considered my answer carefully. This pathway was truly studded with land-mines. "Somehow, in the dream-world, it doesn't seem all that peculiar to me. But in this world I can't imagine that you would suggest it or that I would go through with it," I added hastily. Unless the woman were your mother, I thought to myself. "In that world, it seems like a perfectly natural thing to do, on occasion. And practically speaking, it serves to promote diversity in the gene pool. But here, what the gene pool needs is to be drained down about 98%, so there wouldn't be any point."

"Seems to make sense in an odd way." She applied conditioner to my hair and massaged it in. "I noticed the same thing. For a second I thought I should be horrified when Ka-li-na hinted that...but then I realized that I was just being stupidly jealous for no good reason." She combed her fingers through my hair, working in the conditioner. "She said something to me that I thought was just a joke, but now I wonder. Something like, 'Everyone knows who your mother is, but your father? Only by rumor.'"

I laughed. "That's a common Cherokee saying from a long time ago. One of the cleverest things they did was form a matrilineal society. We all trace our lineage through our mothers, and the, uh, rumored father is relatively unimportant. What a lot of mess the Europeans could have prevented if they hadn't gone the other way."

"Patriarchal societies really are incredibly stupid. But that's probably because the rules were made by men." Jennifer gave me a final rinse and I stood up after giving her pussy an affectionate kiss.

We washed each other's bodies slowly and lovingly until our fingertips began to wrinkle like prunes. When we came out of the shower Tommy and Mary Louise had vacated the Roman bathtub and we had the place to ourselves. Jennifer and I dried each other and I combed out her long hair.

We dressed in shorts and tee shirts and went out into the living room to find Tommy and Mary Louise, similarly attired, reclining on the couch in each other's arms, kissing hungrily.

"Maybe you ought to consider getting a room, Dude," I said.

"Got one," Tommy replied. "It got too hot in there."

Mary Louise giggled and pinched his cheek. "You got cold during our little nap and had to pull up the blankets. So don't brag."

"Did you dream?" I asked.

They both nodded. "About the Green Corn Ceremonies?" they said in unison.

Jennifer and I looked at each other. "Yeah. We were all there again."

Mary Louise sat up and clapped her hands. "Oooh! And I can't wait to go back! I almost wish it were time to go to sleep right now—"

"Because you know what you're going to get after the last dance," Tommy said, reaching up and squeezing one of her plump breasts. "And you better plan on getting it more than once."

"Tommy! I was thinking about the final ceremonies! It's all so exciting, like we're slowly building up to this tremendous—"

"Orgasm?" Tommy smirked.

"Horn-dog. No...more like...well, kind of. If you have to be so crude about it. I was thinking Christmas morning, but if you're more than about five years old that is usually sort of disappointing afterwards. And I know this won't be! We'll be starting a whole new year, all fresh and clean, and we know there's going to be plenty of food for the winter, so nothing to worry about...I love that world. I wish it were real."

"What makes you think it's not?" I asked quietly. No one answered.

The telephone rang and I snatched it up. "Mr. Jack? Carlo at the front desk here."

"Oh, hi," I said lamely.

"I've got a special delivery package for you here, along with a message from your attorney."

"Okay...."

"He wanted to make sure you and your friends were well, as he apparently tried to call several times and received no answer."

"Uh, yeah, sure. We were probably...out. You can tell him everyone's fine."

"He also asked me to tell you that he will be calling on you tomorrow before noon, and asked if you would please plan to join him for brunch."

"Ahhhh, well...not sure about that. Let me check." I covered the phone with my hand and looked at the others. "Vholes wants to take us to brunch tomorrow. What should I say?"

"Say 'yes,' as long as he doesn't plan to use the hotel restaurant," Jennifer said, glaring at me. Tommy and Mary Louise nodded.

"Please tell him that we'd be pleased to join him for brunch at, uh...Shoney's. It's our favorite."

"We have a very fine brunch buffet here in the hotel, Mr. Jack. And one can order from the menu as well."

"Yeah, I know, but we're starting to feel cooped up here and we'd like to go out."

"Very well, then," Carlo sighed. "And the package? Shall I send it up?"

"Yes, please," I said.

Moments later there was a knock at the door and the bellman handed me a rather scuffed yellow DHL packet. I tipped him and closed the door, then turned to the others.

"What's that, Dude?" Tommy asked. "You order something from Sex Toys R Us?"

"One-track mind," Mary Louise said, poking him in the ribs, then kissing him to make up for it.

"Who is it from?" Jennifer peered at the package.

"Don't know. There's no return address or anything. Just 'DHL Express.' Looks like there was some kind of label but it's been peeled off." I shook the packet but heard nothing from 

within.

"Well open it then!"

"I don't know, Dude," Tommy said. "Seems kind of funky that you don't know who sent it. Or where it came from. Isn't DHL an international delivery company? Who do you know in a foreign country?"

"Could be a mistake, I guess. Oh, the hell with it." I tore open the packet. Inside was a plastic baggy of dried herbal matter and a small piece of paper with writing on it. "I hope this finds you well and happy and head-over-heels in love. I am safe and sound and hope to see you both soon. Love, Mom. P.S.: Drink a cup of this tea every night before bed. It will calm your nerves," I read aloud.

"Oh, Mom!" Jennifer beamed. "Now we know she's all right! At least she was as of..."

I looked the package over again but there was no clue as to when it had been mailed. "I think they specialize in overnight delivery anywhere in the world. So unless she's somewhere like Outer Slobovia, I would guess that she sent it yesterday."

"But why didn't she say where she is?" Jennifer pulled at a strand of her hair.

"I suppose she has a good reason...Hey, why don't we take a walk? Get some exercise and work up an appetite for supper."

"You think they'll let us out, Dude?" Tommy patted Mary Louise's plump thigh. "I'd just as soon stay here. Maybe take a nap."

"We can walk inside the hotel," I said. "We haven't really had a good look around yet."

"There are predators out there," Jennifer frowned.

"We'll stay together and avoid the lobby. Come on, it'll be fun."

We all went out into the corridor and walked to the end of it, then down the other corridor to the end and took the stairs up to the next floor. When we reached the roof Tommy looked out, and finding the pool area deserted we stood behind a parapet and looked down at the city for a while. Jennifer tugged at my hand. "This place makes me nervous, Jack. It would be fun to swim, but...I think we better go."

We took the stairs down to the sixth floor and explored it. The corridors were silent, elegant but austere. We saw no other guests. "You notice anything strange about this place, Chief?" Tommy said. "I don't think I've seen another person as long as I've been here. Except you two and Mary Louise. Saw a lot of all y'all in the bathroom a while ago."

Mary Louise elbowed him. "Stop it, Tommy! Nobody wants to think about that right now."

I glanced at Jennifer. "I can't recall seeing anyone but hotel staff...but then we've been kind of preoccupied. I don't see how they can keep this place open if it's just us here. It's not a really big hotel, but there must be 40 or 50 suites at least."

"Maybe the other guests have plenty to do in their own rooms." Jennifer squeezed my hand. "Maybe it's a honeymoon hotel, and they're so much in love they don't want to get out of bed."

"Seems like we'd at least see some "Do Not Disturb" signs." Tommy knocked loudly on the nearest door. "Anybody home?" He jiggled the doorknob. It was locked.

"Tommy! What are you going to say if someone answers?"

"Sorry, wrong floor," Tommy shrugged. He moved to the next door and knocked again. There was no response. Mary Louise stood with her hands on her hips as we all began knocking on doors. Either the rooms were empty or no one was willing to answer.

When we had covered that floor, finding nothing more interesting than a linen closet, we took the stairs down to the next and tried all the doors there. Nothing.

"Seems like we would at least see a chamber-maid around somewhere," Tommy mused. "They ever come to clean your place, Chief?"

"Yes...they change the sheets and leave fresh towels and stuff...but I've never seen anyone do it. It just seems to get done whenever we're out of the room."

We continued searching each floor down to the one above the lobby. Nobody home in any of the rooms. "This is kind of creeping me out, Dude," Tommy said. "What the hell is going on here?"

"I guess we could go ask the manager. Want to go down to the lobby?"

"No!" Jennifer snapped. "You-know-who is probably lurking around there somewhere. If we're the only customers, she certainly won't be busy."

We slowly climbed the stairs back to the seventh floor. Inside our suite, we noticed that someone had cleaned up while we were out. The trash had been removed, kitchen scrubbed, bed sheets changed and new towels hung in the bathrooms. "Huh," Tommy said. "I wonder how they know when you're out of the room."

"The electronic lock?" I surmised. "They're probably all computerized."

"Maybe. But that would only tell them that someone went out, not that everyone went out."

"I guess they just knock, and if nobody answers they figure nobody is home." I looked around the room carefully. Another explanation was that there were hidden cameras in the rooms. And someone was watching everything we did. A chill ran down my spine, but I kept quiet, not wanting to alarm the others. I was pretty sure Tommy suspected the same thing I did, but he wasn't talking either.

Tommy and I sat on the couch flipping through TV channels while Jennifer and Mary Louise worked in the kitchen putting together a meal. "I'm wondering if the smartest thing to do would be to get the hell out of here, Dude," he confided in a low voice. "Something about this just ain't right. Yeah, I know it seems nice, and it's convenient as hell to have the girls here where we can't be disturbed, anything we want a phone call away...but I still wonder if we ought to do like Mrs. C. and disappear for a while."

I shrugged my shoulders and held out my hands. "And go where, Dude? What would we use for money? Jennifer and I have maybe three grand between us. It wouldn't get us far. And if we took Mary Louise with us, the shit would really hit the fan. I think we really have to stay here at least until we talk to Vholes tomorrow."

"How do you know you can trust him? I still think the muhfuh' sleeps in a coffin."

"Mrs. C. said we could trust him. And it looks like she knows what she's doing."

Tommy shrugged and sat back on the couch. "I just don't know, Dude. My radar is alarming all over the place."

We ate supper, the girls chattering to each other animatedly, while Tommy and I picked at our food and tried to act as if we weren't worried. Afterwards we cleaned up the kitchen and watched a movie on cable. Or at least we pretended to watch it. Tommy and Mary Louise shared the love seat, his arms around her as she leaned against his chest, and Jennifer and I spooned on the couch. "I don't know what the hell is going on here," Tommy admitted half-way through the show. He squeezed Mary Louise's plump breasts in his hands as he nuzzled her neck.

"Because you don't pay attention!" Mary Louise scolded. "See, that girl, the brunette, is married to that old guy, but he never pays attention to her and so she's falling in love with the chauffeur, who is the only person in that horrible house who... but he's...stop, Tommy!"

Tommy had slipped a hand into her shorts and was cupping her mound with his fingers. "That's for later, Tommy!" Mary Louise gasped. But I noticed that she did nothing to remove his hand. I had one hand under Jennifer's tee shirt and the other in her panties as she ground her tight little ass against my throbbing cock.

"Do you know what this movie is about?" I whispered into her ear.

"What movie?" she moaned. "Is there a movie?" She yawned. "It feels like bedtime to me."

"Me too," said Tommy fervently.

"Maybe we should just have a cup of tea and turn in." I pulled my hand out of Jennifer's shorts and she whined softly.

"I was almost there, Jacky!" she pouted.

"I know. That's why I stopped." I rolled off the couch and stood up, putting my wet finger in my mouth as she watched. "Mmmm. I need more of that."

"Don't count on it," she snipped, wrapping her arms around herself and looking at the TV screen.

I went to the kitchen and made four cups of tea with the herbs Anna had sent, added honey and brought it out to them. We drank the aromatic brew quickly. "OK," Tommy set his cup down and hugged Mary Louise close to him. "Time for bed. This movie blows."

"I hate not finishing something I've started," Mary Louise fretted.

"So do I." Tommy rubbed one thick finger along her damp furrow.

"I already figured it out," I told them. "See, the old guy is a Mafia godfather, and the girl is actually the daughter of a rival gangster, and the old guy thinks she doesn't know who he is, but she does, and she's trying to figure out a way to betray him to her father, but the chauffeur who is pretending to be her friend is really reporting everything to the old guy, except the part about how he's falling in love with her..."

"Jeez," Tommy said, tweaking Mary Louise's nipple. "No wonder I got lost."

"So in the end the old dude catches his wife and the chauffeur in bed together and shoots them both while they're in the act. Then the girl's father gets his goons together and they fire-bomb the old guy's house with him in it. Then the father blows his own brains out because he knows it's his fault that his daughter is dead. Crime never pays. The End."




Seducing Jennifer Pt. 31



"You saw this already?" Jennifer frowned at me. "Why didn't you say so?"

"No, I never saw it before."

"So you're just making this up?"

"Yah. But my version is probably better than theirs anyway." I took her hand and pulled her up from the couch. "Let's go to bed."

"Amen," Tommy said.

I was already in the princess bed waiting for her when Jennifer came out of her dressing room in baby-doll pajamas, posing briefly for me before scampering to the bed and climbing in. I calculated that I would be allowed to remove the thong panty portion of the garment, but due to princess bed regulations, she would almost certainly insist on keeping the lacy chemise part on. It allowed easy access to her breasts, and was so sheer as to be nearly invisible, but I still preferred to have her completely naked.

I moved to take her into my arms and she pushed me away. "You have offended my royal person, Knave! Twice this very day you have disobeyed my royal commands! And now you shall be punished!"

I groaned. "Please, sweetheart. This game is fun sometimes, but can't we just—"

"Careful, Knave! Beware your disrespectful speech. Or even more severe punishment may befall you!"

"Alright then, your Royal Bitchiness. What do I have to do to win your supreme favor once again?"

"Out of this bed, varlet! And onto your knees!"

I sighed and crawled out of the bed, kneeling next to it as if I were about to say 'Now I lay me down to sleep.' "Please forgive me, your Royal Ass-Holiness. Can I get back in bed now?"

"No! Back off three paces and assume the position of penitence!"

I knee-walked back a couple of feet and folded my hands under my chin. "Bless me, Sister Chastity, for I have sinned, but not nearly as much as I wanted to—"

"Silence, Oaf!" She fought back a giggle as she crawled to the edge of the bed and sat with her legs hanging down, spread to reveal her light blue thong. "Now watch and control your lustful thoughts as I allow you a glimpse of heaven."

She caressed one small breast with her hand, then popped it out of her chemise to pinch the pebbled nipple. "Now this little titty went to market," she crooned in a little-girl voice, "And this little titty stayed home. Awww...poor titty." She switched to the other breast and squeezed it gently but left it covered by the lacy chemise.

"And this little pussy got creamed spinach," she pulled the narrow crotch of her thong aside and patted her furry mound, "But this little pussy got none." She slipped a finger into her vagina and winced at the soreness there.

"Creamed spinach?"

"Mom had to change it when I was little because I used to cry when the little piggy didn't get any roast beef." She giggled. "Luckily I didn't know what happens to little piggies who go to market, or she would have had to change that too." She dragged her finger through her moist slit and exposed her tiny pink clitoris. "And this little clitty went 'wee-wee-wee' all the way home!" She rubbed it between two fingers with a circular movement. "Poor clitty. She's shy."

My cock has sprung to throbbing attention despite the ache in my knees. "Can I come a little closer, please?" I begged. "I could kiss clitty and make her feel much better."

"Negative, you treacherous hound! You clearly have unconfessed lust in your heart." She held her thong aside with one hand while she massaged her clit with the other, hunched over to see herself as she masturbated. Her vagina was becoming very wet, and I licked my lips, longing for a taste of her musky nectar.

"Now purge yourself of lust, Knave! Let me see you flog your root of all evil until the sinful seed spills upon the ground!"

I grasped my cock in one hand and began to stroke it as I watched her rub herself. Her tiny inner lips were swollen and scarlet, and her dilating snatch winked at me. We continued to pleasure ourselves until we were both gasping for breath. She was thrusting her hips up toward her busy hand, her legs spread wide.

"You may approach the royal pleasure vault, Varlet! But do not attempt to enter!"

I crawled a little closer, my fist a blur as I pounded my throbbing meat with reckless abandon.

"Oh! Oh my God! I'm—" she fell back on the bed, gasping, her hips straining upwards. "I'm coming, Jacky! I'm coming so hard!"

My vision blurred red as a hefty stream of spunk shot out of my cock and splattered on her naked thigh. Knowing she was coming too as I jetted my load was almost unbearably exciting. Thick ropes of come followed, festooning the side of the mattress and carpet below it until I was empty. Jennifer was still rubbing herself languidly, and I wondered if she could reach another climax without fully recovering from the first one. I crawled to the bed, cradled her hips in my hands, and tasted her sweet, musky emissions. Her desire did rise again, and quickly, and after she shuddered and spasmed in my hands, I licked her clean and climbed into bed, taking her into my arms and kissing her softly. We slept—and dreamed.



Seducing Jennifer Pt. 32



We arose at dawn on the most important day of the year and went to water at the fog-shrouded river. Cooking fires were built and the women bustled about preparing food. Hunters brought in several large bucks and a feral peccary, and the butchers went to work with stone knives and cleavers, Ta-mi, Yo-na, and I among them. The central ceremonial fire was prepared for its death later that day by piling the old thatch from the arbors on it so that it blazed up mightily, burning fast and hot, and the last charred remains of the logs marking the four cardinal directions, which had been in place since last year's Green Corn ceremony, were pushed into the blaze so that they were also completely consumed. The Chief added a piece of fresh deer liver, a handful of dried beans, and a handful of parched corn to the blaze, and our souls petitioned the Creator for a bounteous food supply in the coming year.

"I don't know about anyone else," Ta-mi said to me as we were dismembering a deer carcass. "But I am extremely hungry."

My stomach snarled in response and I grinned at him. "I hadn't noticed. But now that you mention it, that raw liver looked quite delicious."

"And that's not all. I would give up food forever if I could just get into Ma-Lu's we-sa one more time. I feel like my eggs are about to explode like hickory knots in a hot fire."

Yo-na broke in, "All the pain will soon be over. By this time tomorrow the blankets will be jumping with joyful humping." He laughed.

"Hmmm..." I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Do you know what our wives have planned for the morning?"

"I know they plan on getting their we-sa's fed," he chuckled. "Their sad little pussies are crying for meat."

"I know what I'm going to be doing," Ta-mi grinned, showing strong white teeth.

"So does everyone else," I remarked. "You two have been all over each other like dogs in heat."

As the sun approached her zenith we did another Green Corn dance, the men shuffling in to join the women at the dying fire, and when the vertical stick at the north end of the fire no longer cast a shadow we stopped and held hands, our entire band united as the elders each tossed a single fresh corn kernel into the coals. The Chief counted the number that popped, and called upon the Creator for interpretation of this sign. The answer came quickly: it would be a good year with plenty of food, and we would add seven new members to our number by next year's ceremony.

Everyone dispersed to his or her clan arbor while the corn-pit was uncovered and one fragrant steaming ear was distributed to each person. We peeled back the husks, and at the Chief's signal we all took one bite and spit it onto the ground. We ate the rest of the ears ravenously and the sacred fire was extinguished with a medicine made of seven sacred herbs before we gathered for the feast.

There were wonderful aromatic stews made with venison, wild onions, wild potatoes, cat-tail tubers, and other delicious things. Strips of fresh venison had been rubbed with herbs and roasted over coals, and there was a plenty of sweet corn and green beans. A special soup of hominy and squirrel meat was a traditional favorite, as was the wild-grape pudding.

After everyone had filled their hollow stomachs, older people retired to cool shady spots to rest, while those overflowing with energy played stick-ball, joined a beaver dance, or went swimming. Tse-ni-sa and I dozed away the afternoon under a twisted old sycamore near the river, her head pillowed in my lap. As the sun neared the Darkening Lands we returned to the circle where the sacred fire was rekindled, each clan providing one stick of its particular sacred wood. Men and women then separated for a final Green Corn dance and when we came together and passed the sacred pipe we knew that we were starting a fresh new year in perfect balance. The dancing went on through the night, starting with the Friendship dance, with us all holding hands, then the Ripe Corn dance, where we danced in male-female pairs, pantomiming the harvesting and planting of corn. We did repetitions of the common dances as well as the Gar dance, Quail dance, Groundhog dance, Buffalo dance, and Bear dance until the eastern sky turned gray, then pink, and as the orange rim of the sun peered above the horizon the Chief called the Old-Timer's dance and everyone joined the dance circle for the final rounds. When it was over we all greeted and thanked each other in turn. We met on the river bank a few minutes later near a crackling bonfire, removed our old clothing and cast it into the fire, then waded into the water and lined up facing east. The Chief led us in seven ritual submersions in the running water, and a haunting song of praise was sung to the rising sun.

Still in the river, we lined up by clans for medicine. Elders of each clan abraded the skin of each member as he came out of the water with a ceremonial comb made of seven eagle claws, scratching across upper arms, forearms, breasts, backs, thighs and calves, then a stinging medicine was rubbed into the bleeding scratches. We returned to our camping areas and dressed in the new clothes we had brought with us. And so the Green Corn ceremony was complete.

People were full of cheer and a spirit of peace and love as they bustled around, eating, embracing, and showing off their new clothes. Tse-ni-sa had made me a new breechcloth and a soft buckskin shirt, as well as new moccasins decorated with dyed quills, and a sparkling white doeskin dress for herself. After we ate, we went to our camp and sat down on the bed of deer hides over soft reed mats. "Would you like help getting that dress off?" I asked politely. Ta-mi and Ma-lu were already frantically peeling each other's new clothes off in the next campsite, and I was more than ready to take my wife in broad daylight with an audience. 

"Not just yet," Tse-ni-sa said. "But soon, perhaps. Oh! Ka-li-na!"

She rose to her feet and embraced Ka-li-na, who had just arrived with Yo-na in tow. What I thought was just an affectionate greeting soon turned into something much more. Ka-li-na pulled Tse-ni-sa into a warm embrace and kissed her deeply. As I stared, Yo-na shook my shoulder. "We should move out of the way," he said. "They're going to be using the bed for a while. We can stay and watch, or we can go find other partners to share the Creator's gift of love, although I wouldn't recommend that. I'm sure that the plans they have for the two of us will be far more enjoyable than anything else we might find."

We moved back to the edge of the bed area and sat cross-legged, watching our wives lavish affection on each other. Ka-li-na lifted Tse-ni-sa's new dress off over her head, and Tse-ni-sa stood with her tiny sinuous body exposed for all to admire as she helped the far more voluptuous Ka-li-na out of her clothing. They knelt together on the soft deerskin blankets and began exploring each other's bodies with their hands, marveling at the differences between them. When Ka-li-na bent her head and sucked Tse-ni-sa's nipple into her mouth I noticed that Yo-na had removed his breechcloth and shirt and was stroking his long slender cock while he watched the women. I also noticed that I had a turgid erection of my own, and after fondling myself through my breechcloth for a few moments I removed my clothing as well and imitated him.

The women lay back on the blankets, their fingers exploring each other's damp we-sa's as they kissed. Passers-by on route to their own assignations smiled as they walked by, and a few stopped to watch. Other couples nearby were preparing to make love, some male and female, some female, a few male. I saw a scarred veteran of many conflicts sitting on a stump with a younger, apparently inexperienced warrior kneeling between his bony knees sucking his veined cock with gusto. At first glance I felt a twinge of something like disgust, then found myself wondering what it would be like to have a man's hard cock in my own mouth. Yo-na saw me watching them and elbowed me. "The young warrior hopes to absorb some of the War-Chief's essence. It will make him strong and brave in battle. And you can be sure that after he finishes, some lucky girl will get a fucking she will not soon forget." He lowered his voice. "It is rumored that the War Chief, like mighty Da-g'-si in the old men's stories, is not only a warrior, but a powerful sorcerer as well. If ever an enemy seems certain to kill him, his body merely dissolves into mist and reforms somewhere else."

As I watched, the old War Chief caught my gaze and smiled a ghastly smile, exposing his long, feral teeth. His yellow cat-like eyes held mine unblinkingly. I imagined him in battle, his face painted white and black like a rotting skull as he laid waste to his enemies, grinning skeletally as he smashed in their heads with his war club, and I shuddered. Something about him seemed to strike a chord of memory deep within my souls, but the demands of my throbbing staff kept me from thinking more about it.

I looked back at our women and saw that Ka-li-na had buried her face in Tse-ni-sa's we-sa, holding her slim hips in her hands as she licked her juicy slit. Tse-ni-sa had her hands buried in Ka-li-na's thick black hair and was urging her on, her back arched and her thighs quivering. Yo-na reached over and put his hand on my cock and began stroking it as he continued to stroke his own. It felt better than what I did for myself.

Tse-ni-sa and Ka-li-na switched positions and it was my wife's turn to enjoy kissing a woman's hungry we-sa. I licked my lips as I watched her, wondering if she enjoyed it as much as I did. My cock throbbed in Yo-na's hand and he leaned over and took the head of it into his mouth, coating my stiff prick with his saliva. I was beginning to wonder if he would make me come when Tse-ni-sa raised her head and beckoned to me. Ka-li-na was moaning and writhing, and I could see that she was about to reach her summit of pleasure. I crawled over to her and knelt between her well-padded thighs while Tse-ni-sa rubbed my cock along her friend's sopping furrow and then guided me into her hot center. I sank into her with one steady thrust, marveling at the novelty of this unfamiliar body, her we-sa not as tight as my wife's but deeper and hotter, and I had no fear of hurting her. I suckled at her large dark-brown nipples as I thrust powerfully within her, our sweaty bodies slapping together, the impact of my pounding causing her flesh to ripple from thighs to breasts.

"Slowly, Husband!" Tse-ni-sa warned me, and when I turned my head I saw that Yo-na held her small body clasped in his arms and was lowering her onto his stiff cock as he knelt next to his wife. She held Ka-li-na's hand as they each enjoyed the other's husbands. I felt a hot wave of jealousy as Yo-na penetrated my wife's small pussy. It had never before known a cock other than mine, and I rather wanted to keep it for myself. But as I continued to pound Ka-li-na's copiously lubricated tunnel, I also felt shame at my selfishness. After all, I had been chosen by two wives, even though Tse-ni-sa's mother A-na was away on some sort of vision quest, and neither of them had ever objected to my attentions to the other. Of course they demanded equal time, but I could not object to that. And even now my wife watched as I slammed into the hot depths of her friend. I nipped at Ka-li-na's pebble-hard nipple and she yelped but thrust her melon-sized breast against my face, so I bit it a little harder and lashed it roughly with my tongue.

Tse-ni-sa reached her summit first, shrieking as orgasm racked her slender body. She always had been quickly excited and easy to satisfy, and I smiled as she shuddered with waves of pleasure. Yo-na was not far behind her, the spasms in her tight we-sa tipping him over the edge. I paused to watch their sweet agony, imagining his rigid cock spewing within her tight depths. Ka-li-na watched with me, squirming impatiently as I hesitated within her. As our mates began to relax against each other, she grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me down to kiss her full lips. "Do that to me," she rasped. "Feed my hungry we-sa. Quickly now. I want your essence inside me."

I held her wide ass in my hands as I resumed reaming her pussy, tilting her hips upward to penetrate her more deeply. I abandoned any hope of prolonging my strenuous efforts, and felt my seed rising as I fucked her as hard as I could. She grunted with each deep thrust, clutching me to her sweaty chest with my face buried between her bouncing breasts. A tingling in my balls told me that my explosion was imminent, and I slammed into her even more wildly until I gave a last mighty thrust and spurted my hot essence into her womb. She continued to writhe against me, her pubic bone hard against mine, until she uttered a sharp wail of relief and her pussy clenched around my length almost painfully before she relaxed in my arms. I rolled off her greasy body and lay on my back trying to catch my breath, my hand over my eyes. I may have lapsed into unconsciousness for a few moments, because the next thing I knew Tse-ni-sa was cuddled against me, warm and soft, and— 

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Kitten-like in my arms, Jennifer woke slowly and stretched. "Did you have sweet dreams, lover?" she murmured against my neck.

"Same dream as you, I expect." I kissed the top of her blond head. "End of the Green Corn Ceremonies?"

"And what came right after." She giggled somewhat guiltily. "I can't believe we...oh my God. I ate Ka-li-na's pussy right out in the open with everyone watching."

"And apparently enjoyed it very much," I grinned. "I'm going to have to be more careful about leaving you and Mary Louise alone together."

She poked me in the ribs. "Mary Louise and I both like boys too much to waste time on each other. And I don't think we ever would have, uh, done what we did that one time if it weren't for the dream."

"I still haven't figured out how the whole dream-thing works," I mused. "We remember everything that happened in the dream when we're back here, but when we're in the dream world, memories of this one are very faint, and there are a lot of gaps in my memory...almost like that world is becoming more real than this one. Or maybe it always was--"

"I know what you mean. I meet people there, and I think I should know them, but I can't remember why. And I know things there that I don't know here, like the language, and the dances...and what it feels like to...do certain things..." I felt her smiling against my chest. "Tell me the truth, Jacky. Was Ka-li-na's pussy better for you than mine?"

"Ummm, it was bigger, that's for sure. And much easier to get into."

She slapped my chest. "You pig! You're lucky you didn't get lost in there. Or smothered between her huge boobies." She tilted her face up to me and I kissed her. "Weren't you just a little bit jealous when Yo-na put his cock into me? I saw you watching."

I hesitated. "I was, actually. For just a second or two, I felt like bashing his head in. But then I knew how wrong that was. I don't own you. You'll keep me around as long as I make you happy, and if having another man, or a woman, once in a while makes you happy it just makes my job easier."

"Good. I was a little worried. And to be fair, you're not exactly deprived either. You get to make love to both me and A-na whenever you want...and I think you kind of enjoyed fat little Ka-li-na too."

"I'm a lucky man," I sighed. "I don't know how anything could be better—two beautiful wives and a fat girl from time to time for variety."

Jennifer nuzzled my neck. "Did you see Tommy and Mary Louise going at it? I thought they were going to injure each other."

"I was kind of busy. And then I was comatose. But yeah, I did notice that they were pretty hot for each other."

"That has to be the understatement of the year. I bet she's sore this morning. And him too, for that matter. I gave up counting after they did it four times, and it didn't look like they'd had enough yet."

"I wonder where they're planning to live? Because I have to believe that they're going to be together. This wasn't just a Green Corn affair for them."

"I don't know. With her mother, I guess."

"You think her mother is there somewhere?"

"This is where it gets horribly complicated," Jennifer sighed. "Sometimes thinking about the details makes my brain hurt. I really can't believe that her bitchy pretentious mother has ever visited that dream-world...but then how did Mary Louise get there?"

"Beats me. Oh, another thing: I think I saw Vholes there. I didn't recognize him at the time, but I felt like I should. And now I know why."

"Really? Did you talk to him?"

"No. But I saw him watching us. Apparently he's War Chief in the dream-world. And maybe some kind of sorcerer."

"Does he still look like the Cryptkeeper?"

"A little. He's tall and skinny, and about a hundred years old, but with more muscle and a whole lot of nasty-looking scars. And those yellow eyes...I'd hate to have him pissed off at me. I can see why he's War Chief. He could scare people to death just by looking at them."

Jennifer looked over at the bedside clock. "Speaking of Mr. Vholes, we'll be seeing him in a couple of hours. We should shower and get dressed."

When we got out to the living room Tommy and Mary Louise were already there on the couch dressed in their school clothes, holding hands and gazing at each other with silly grins on their faces. "You two are up early," I noted. "I figured you would still be in there celebrating."

Mary Louise flushed pink. "I wish we were. But it was a VERY satisfying night...and I really should get over to Brittany's house so I can have my dad send the car to pick me up before church. That should help squash any suspicions that might come up—"

"And I'm sure you'll need more tutoring tomorrow," Tommy noted. "So while we hate to leave, it's probably best not to push things too far." He glanced at Mary Louise and she giggled.

"Right," I said. "Too bad you'll miss brunch with Vholes."

"Hey, did you see him at Green Corn last night?" Tommy rolled his eyes. "At first I couldn't figure out how I recognized him, but when I woke up this morning I realized...Jeez! Did you see that guy sucking his cock? That was a real shocker."

"Language, Tommy," Mary Louise said automatically.

"I thought you were giving up the prissy-pants act, Red. Go ahead and tell them what you learned to say last night."

"I can't," Mary Louise said faintly.

"You said it to me. And God knows we don't have any secrets among the four of us. So say it."

Mary Louise took a deep breath, blushing to the roots of her crimson hair. "ShitpissfuckcocksuckermotherfuckercuntTIT!" she said. "Oh God I'm such a slut." Tommy hugged her and kissed her cheek.

"Good one, Mary Louise!" I said, clapping my hands. "A real break-through! And doesn't it make you feel better?"

She looked up, still blushing. "Actually it does. And that said, we really have to be going. Thanks, guys, for the weekend and everything. I really appreciate it—" We all stood up and walked to the door.

"Are you sure you don't want anything to eat first? Juice? Coffee? Tea?" I asked.

"Nah, Dude. Thanks, but I'm going to take this fine nasty woman out for breakfast so I can show off what I got here. See you tomorrow, OK? And, uh, you might want to get the sheets changed in the master bedroom there."

"Tommy!" Mary Louise scolded.

Jennifer hugged and kissed her. "That just tells me you had a really really good time, Sweetie. We'll talk about it tomorrow, OK?"

We sat on the couch and flipped on the TV after they left. "I'm kind of thirsty. You want some juice? Or maybe tea?"

"A glass of juice would be nice." I got up and started toward the kitchen. "But that tea...there's something strange about that stuff, Jack. I think it makes me sleepy, after a while anyway, and then it seems like I jump directly into the dream—"




Seducing Jennifer Pt. 32



"Yeah. I guess I never really thought about it, but we always have the dream after we drink it."

"But that can't be the whole explanation. What I don't understand is, you had been there before we ever started drinking the tea, right?"

I thought carefully. I hadn't fully realized it until just now, but I had been to the dream-world before. Long before. As a very young child I had gone there often and frequently returned to this world screaming and crying, because I had been searching frantically for my mother. A woman who looked nothing like the cold stiff person who I was told was my mother. A woman who looked like me.

As I grew older the dreams became less frequent and much less frightening. People in the dream world were kind and sympathetic, and always fed me and tried to help me, but I still could not find my mother or any of her immediate family. It provoked horrifying memories, and I preferred not to go there. I hadn't put it all together before, but I now realized that it was the same world Jennifer and I went to every night.

"The first time recently was after I'd been through a lot of stress," I said. "That must have pushed me over the edge, or opened up my mind to it, or something like that. I'm wondering if most people who get to that world are taken there by some kind of genetic code. But then there's the tea. I think it was something called "Dreamwalker Tea." It was only supposed to be used by people who were out of their minds with grief or in severe pain. I first tasted it when I was in the dream-world, actually. I'd been under a lot of stress...I fell asleep, and there I was. With you, and your mom."

"So if you're not Cherokee genetically, you can still get there by using the tea? I guess it makes sense in a totally weird way. But how did Mom get there the first time?"

I shrugged. "I think she had access to the tea before we did. Maybe she got it from Vholes. I don't know. It doesn't even matter, because to fully understand this you would have to be a quantum physicist, one of the two or three in the world who can actually grasp String Theory. Pocket universes and all that. Anything we can imagine must exist somewhere. And a whole lot of things we can't imagine."

We sat in silence for a while, sipping juice and trying to get our heads around what was happening to us. A brisk knock came at the door.

"Vholes already?" I jumped up and went to the door.

It was Mary Louise and Tommy. "Forget something?" I said.

"Yeah. We forgot we were checked into the Hotel California. That asshole at the front desk wouldn't let us out!"

"Come on in and sit down then." They sat on the couch next to Jennifer, holding hands. Mary Louise was trembling, her eyes wide with fright.

"That man wasn't at all polite! He told us to get back up here and wait for Mr. Vholes!"

"Whoa. There has to be some kind of misunderstanding." I went to the kitchen and poured them glasses of juice. "Vholes will straighten all this out when he gets here. Carlo got his orders mixed up, that's all." I sat down on the couch next to Jennifer and patted her leg.

"That ain't all, Dude." Tommy held out his cell phone. "You tried to make a call lately? No service. Nothing. Same thing with Little Red's phone."

"Oh, turn up the TV, Jack!" Jennifer said. "There's a breaking news flash."

I thumbed the remote and heard, "—may be connected to the bombing of a limousine belonging to billionaire investor Hyman Hershkowitz. Although it has been officially denied by Mayor Bumper, a source within the police department asserts that there seems to be a gang war in progress between two major organized crime syndicates. It is believed that the explosion of the currently unidentified automobile early this morning may have been retaliation for the alleged murders of Mr. Hershkowitz, his driver, and an unknown female companion last week. Now back to our regularly scheduled programming—" A sweating preacher in a white linen suit appeared on the screen. "And GAWD, I say, GAWD, will reward all those who obey Him and punish those who do not!" I muted the TV.

We sat in stunned silence for a few minutes. "Whoever got blown up this morning, I damn sure hope it wasn't Vholes," Tommy said somberly. "Or we are really and truly screwed."



Seducing Jennifer Pt. 33



I drew a deep breath. "Okay, let's think this through. We're jumping to conclusions here. There's no reason to assume it's Vholes that got blown up. He'll probably be here in a few minutes. And while we're waiting, why don't we go up to the roof and see if we can get cell phone service up there? No, wait. First I'll try the land-line." I picked up the house phone and started punching in Vholes' number. Carlo picked up.

"Front desk. Ah, Mr. Jack. How can I help you?" I imagined that I heard a mocking undertone in his usually subservient voice.

"Uh, yeah. I was trying to call my attorney."

"I'm sorry, sir, but the main switchboard is out. I'll have someone notify you when it is repaired."

I hung up the phone. "He says the switchboard is out. Let's go up to the roof."

Jennifer and I got our phones and we all left the suite. On the way to the elevator, Tommy said, "You know, Dude, if we can't—"

I nudged him, frowning. "Not here, Dude."

When we got up to the roof we all tried our cell phones. No service. Tommy and I left the girls sitting by the pool and went into the lavatory cabana, where I turned on the showers and the sink taps full blast before whispering in Tommy's ear, "I'm starting to get really paranoid here, Dude. It may sound totally crazy, but I think there is a good chance that everything is bugged in this place."

"Told you," Tommy whispered back. "Somebody wants something from us. I just wish the hell they'd come out and tell us what it is."

"Uh, yeah, about that..." I filled him in on the details of Anna's and my weekend at the lake house. "I didn't even tell Jennifer about all of this, Dude. I probably should have, but I was afraid there would be another jealous fit. Now, I think she could handle it. But anyway, I think Mrs. C. made off with all of old Hershkowitz's billions. She'd been carefully setting things up for years, and while we were at the lake house she pulled the plug. But somebody else, maybe more than one somebody else, figured it out and now they want the money."

"Shit." Tommy gnawed at a thumbnail. "I'm guessing one of those somebodies is the dude who owns this hotel. It explains why we are suddenly honored guests who are not allowed to leave. And why that ho' Italia was so hot to get close to you. Figured she'd get some hot intel during the pillow talk."

"Or maybe she just wanted some of this hot savage meat," I suggested, gesturing at my body. "First time she saw this she got so wet it was probably dripping into her high-heeled shoes, and—"

"Yeah. She looks like she has a hard time getting a date," Tommy scoffed. "No, it has to be one hundred percent totally about the money. And we don't have it or have any idea where it is. But I have a feeling no one is going to believe that...we need to get out of here, Dude. Like right away."

"Got any suggestions as to how we do that?"

"Fire escape, maybe?"

"I guess we could try, but I have a bad feeling there'd be someone waiting for us when we got to the street. Someone who wouldn't think it was very funny."

We left the cabana and walked over to the girls, who were leaning on the roof parapet, staring down into the streets below. "I think we need to find a new place to live, Jacky," Jennifer whispered before I could say anything. She put her arms around my neck and pulled my head down to nuzzle my ear. "I'm beginning to have a really bad feeling about this place. There are some really mean-looking guys just standing around down there like they're on sentry duty or something."

"We were just talking about that." I kissed her. "Tommy and I agree that we need to leave. But we don't know how we're going to do it. And we can't discuss plans in the apartment. We have to assume that it's bugged. Maybe wired for video too."

"Oh my God!" Jennifer gasped. "You mean everything we did might be recorded somewhere?"

"We don't know that. But after the other strange things we've seen, I think we have to proceed as if it were a strong possibility."

Tommy was holding Mary Louise close in his arms, his lips near her ear, and I assumed he was filling her in as well.

We walked back to Suite 74, taking the stairs. When we got there Vholes was standing outside the door, tapping at it with a finger. I noticed that his usually immaculate suit was somewhat rumpled, and his long stringy hair was in disarray. "Ah, yes! Just the people for whom I was looking. I trust you are all in good health?"

"More or less," I told him. "Are you here to take us out to brunch? Because I think we should go right away."

"Yes. Right. There may be a problem there..." He lowered his voice. "We need to have a private discussion, Master Jack. In a place where we won't be overheard."

"We've just been up at the roof-top pool. You really should see it. It's really nice up there." Tommy nodded vigorously.

We all trooped back up to the roof, took a quick tour, and crowded into the cabana where all the faucets were still hissing and sputtering. What the hell—we weren't paying the water bill. "We have a slight problem, children," Vholes began, drawing us into a huddle. "It would appear that—"

"You damn right we have a problem," Tommy interrupted. "That goon downstairs wouldn't let us leave, and Mary Louise is going to be in a lot of trouble with her parents if we don't—"

Vholes waived a hand impatiently. "The least of our problems, Master Thomas. None of us are going to be allowed to leave, at least not alive. It would appear that we are to be held as hostages in an attempt to lure Mrs. Crowley out into the open."

"The money?" I asked quietly.

"Exactly, Master Jack. A very large amount of money, as it happens. Which is currently under the control of Mrs. Crowley. It appears that Mr. Hershkowitz's fortune did not entirely belong to him...there were outside investors in some of his, ahem, enterprises, and they are rather miffed at being robbed of their investments."

"Like the dude who owns this hotel?" I surmised.

"Not precisely. I would not have brought you here if that were the case. The owner of this fine establishment is actually a bitter rival of one of the major investors, and they seem to be having a somewhat violent dispute at the moment. They were never on particularly good terms, so I thought that it would be a safe place for you to hide for a time. It is not really a commercial enterprise, as you may have noticed. It serves as a sort of fortress, should the owner ever find himself under siege. And also provides a means of laundering some of his ill-gotten financial gains, unless I miss my guess. But it seems that our putative benefactor has caught wind of a large amount of money that could be his if he got to Mrs. Crowley before his rival...and he hopes to use us to help him get it."

"So if she just gives up the money they will leave us alone?" Jennifer asked.

Vholes shook his head. "I'm afraid not, my dear. That might satisfy one party, but there are others who are equally greedy and capable of violence. Some of them are highly placed within the local and federal governments...I'm afraid that your mother did not cover her tracks as well as she might have. Even if the money were to disappear, some of them would want revenge. And they're not above exacting it against innocent family or friends."

"So we are really and truly screwed, unless we can figure out how to disappear like Mrs. C. did," Tommy interjected.

"Quite, Master Thomas. Fortunately I do have a plan, and we need to implement the first step immediately. No time to explain. Follow me, if you please."

We followed Vholes down the stairs to the penthouse floor where he strode to an ornately carved door and placed his hand on the electronic lock, closing his eyes and muttering to himself. The language he used sounded something like Cherokee to me, although I did not recognize the meaning of the words. After a moment the lock clicked and he opened the door and gestured for us to enter. "This is the owner's suite, children. I assume that there are no spy devices here, but in case there are, we must make haste."

The suite was much larger and more ornate than our own, decorated with expensive-looking antique furniture. "We will build a fire, children," Vholes said, going to the kitchen and lighting all the burners on the stove. "Help me collect flammable materials, if you will." He picked up a spindly carved chair. "A pity, really. But it can't be helped." He smashed the chair against the heavy kitchen table and collected the splintered fragments. "Perhaps you could each take a room and bring out anything that would support a flame?"

Soon we had a pile of broken furniture, books and bedding heaped in the kitchen. "Now if you children would return to Suite 74 and gather your necessaries, I'll just get this going and join you momentarily. We will be leaving forthwith, so please don't waste time. And don't bring any more than you can carry easily."

We ran down the stairs to our suite and Jennifer and I began cramming things into our backpacks with Tommy and Mary Louise helping. I took a change of clothing, the personal items I had brought from my adopted parents' house, and the plastic bag of tea sent by Anna. Fire alarms began clanging in the corridors and soon we heard shrieking sirens in the distance. We ran out into the corridor and met Vholes at the stairway. "To the second floor now, children! We will take advantage of our diversion to make our escape, or, barring that, put ourselves in a position to be rescued by the valiant firefighters."

We left the stairwell on the second floor and waited tensely. Soon we heard shouting and pounding footsteps headed up the stairs, and after waiting a few seconds slipped back into the stairwell and tiptoed down to the lobby level. A quick peek revealed that Carlo was not at his usual post, and as we approached the front door it burst open under the assault of several firefighters in yellow rubber suits, breathing apparatus and helmets. "Get out now, everyone!" one of them shouted at us. "If you're injured see the paramedics. Otherwise talk to the cops."

We crowded through the front door. The scene outside the hotel was chaotic. Fire engines, police cars, news vans and ambulances jammed the street. People milled around everywhere, craning their necks to look up at the thick black smoke boiling out of the windows on the top floor of the hotel. "Just keep walking, children," Vholes encouraged. "Across the street and turn right. Calmly and at a steady pace, if you please. We're just ordinary pedestrians on our way to work and school."

We walked down the street and turned at the first corner, walking further into the downtown business district until the sound of the sirens had faded to a comfortable level. Vholes pulled out his cell phone and made a quick call.

"My driver will have the car here momentarily, Children," Vholes said. "When he gets here we will all embark calmly and be on our way."

"To where?" Tommy demanded.

"A safe place where we can review our options. I'll explain while we're enroute, if you don't mind. Now I have a couple of calls to make—" He walked a few steps away and made a few quiet calls. When he came back he dropped his phone into the gutter and smashed it with his heel. "As these infernal devices can be tracked, I must ask you children to destroy your own right now."

"Oh, I can't!" Mary Louise wailed. "I promised my dad I would always keep it with me. I promised!"

"Your distress is understandable, dear," Vholes comforted her. "But this is, not to put too fine a point on it, a matter of life and death. That said, it is, of course, incumbent upon me to inform you that you are free to leave us, if you wish, although I sincerely hope you will not for your own safety. But it is your choice. And I have to ask you to make it now." Mary Louise looked at Tommy with anguish in her blue-green eyes.

"Just trash the phone, Red. We'll all stay together until things die down, and then we'll explain to your parents."

"But what about school? They might not let us graduate if we have too many unexcused absences!"

"Fuck the sch—" Tommy began.

"These problems are all relatively insignificant," Vholes interrupted impatiently. "With enough money, any damage can easily be repaired. And the trust contains enough money to buy the school if you should wish to do so."

"Give it to me, Red." Tommy held out his hand. "Tell your dad somebody stole it." He plucked the phone from her plump hand and tossed it into the gutter along with his own, then stamped them into shards of plastic. Jennifer and I disposed of our own cell phones in the same manner and kicked the fragments into the storm drain.

"Right, then," Vholes said, glancing at his watch. "And here is Mr. Sanchez, prompt and efficient as always." Vholes' limo slid to a smooth halt in front of us and we quickly got in, Vholes sitting in front with the driver and the four of us taking the passenger compartment.

"Access the interstate as quickly as you please, Mr. Sanchez," Vholes told the driver. "And proceed east with all deliberate haste, taking care not to exceed the posted speed limits." Sanchez nodded and pulled out into traffic. We all held our breath as Sanchez guided the limo expertly out of town and onto the interstate highway. A police car went screaming past us, lights flashing, and Mary Louise squeaked and buried her face in Tommy's armpit. He patted her shoulder.

"We're going to be fine, Little Red. Just relax. We're going on a little adventure...something we can tell our grand-babies about, right?"

Vholes turned to look at us over the back of his seat. "Master Thomas is quite correct, children. We seem to have avoided an unpleasant situation with some alacrity. Now while I did promise you brunch, and I'm sure you are all in need of sustenance, I regret that we will have to make do with whatever we may obtain from the next convenient drive-through establishment once we are well away from the city."

"Uh, yeah, we're getting kind of hungry," I said, feeling my stomach rumble. "But we'd also like to know where you're taking us."

"Quite, Master Jack. Let us set our sights on Nashville, Tennessee for the moment, shall we?" He glanced at Sanchez, then back at us. "We'll get into specifics later, no doubt. Now please try to relax, and we'll obtain some sort of food as soon as possible. The partition, Mr. Sanchez, if you please?"

The privacy screen separating the passenger and driver's compartments whirred quietly up. "What the hell's in Nashville?" Tommy asked.

I shrugged. "Vholes must know of a safe place there. Or maybe he picked it at random. We'll just have to trust him, because there's not much else we can do. Wherever he's taking us, it can't be any worse than what we just escaped from."

Jennifer hugged my arm. "Maybe Mom is there. And she'll have a plan, for sure."

"Possibly," I said, although I doubted it. I suspected that Anna was much farther away than Tennessee. "Anyway, we've got a long drive ahead of us so we might as well relax and enjoy it."

"Maybe we should all get naked," Tommy suggested. "Might help pass the time."

"Tommy!" Mary Louise slapped his chest. "How can you think about sex at a time like this?"

"How can I think about anything else when I got me a fine ripe woman trapped in a place she can't get out of?" Tommy countered. Mary Louise lifted her face to be kissed. He obliged her, at length.

"Somebody appreciates what they have," Jennifer observed.

"Not as much as I do," I said, tilting her face up for a kiss.

The next half-hour or so passed quickly, and we were all thoroughly aroused and had forgotten about food when the limo eased to a halt at the window of a generic fast-food joint. The privacy screen slid down into its recess and Vholes said, "Are you children prepared to enjoy a light repast? Please give your orders to Mr. Sanchez and he will do the honors."

We all chose greasy entrees from the lunch menu. "Feel free to order whatever you like for yourself, Mr. Sanchez," Vholes said. "And kindly ask for five large cups of boiling water as well as five packets of honey, if they have it. We will be paying cash, of course." He handed Sanchez a bill.

After we got the food Sanchez steered the limousine into a parking spot behind the restaurant and distributed the containers to us. Vholes kept the five cups of hot water. We were suddenly ravenous and devoured our burgers and fries with gusto. Sanchez polished his meal off quickly and soon we were back on the interstate, cruising smoothly at the speed limit. "And tea for everyone," Vholes said, passing the cups back to us. "A toast, children?" We raised our cups as he said, "To safety. And a better world." I recognized the familiar aroma and flavor of Dreamwalker tea at the first sip.

"Guess it's nap-time," Tommy said, draining his cup. "Drink up, Little Red. See you at the Grounds."

Jennifer reclined on the wide leather seat and pillowed her head in my lap. Opposite us Mary Louise and Tommy did the same. The limousine seemed to float down the highway, a cocoon of silence in the heavy traffic. "Be right with you," I said, leaning my head back and closing my eyes."

***************************

Tse-ni-sa and I awoke at first light to a cool, misty mountain morning. We were curled around each other, the blankets in disarray after a night of vigorous love-making. I had a broad smile on my face as we arose, somewhat stiffly, and went to water at the river's edge. We faced east and sang our morning song, then plunged into the water and submerged ourselves seven times. When I held Tse-ni-sa's lithe body in my arms she was as light as a feather in the chilly water. "I wish the ceremonies weren't over, Husband. I wish we could stay here forever, just like this."

"We'll be back next year. And we have plenty to do to get ready for the winter."

"How many times did we make love last night, Tse-k'?" she asked, grinning impudently. "I lost track."

"Seven, of course. With each other. Although I think we both became unconscious toward the end of the last one."

She slipped from my arms and climbed out of the water, giggling as she troweled the water from her skin with her hands. "And now we have a long walk home! I am so sore you may have to carry me."

"I can do that," I said, stepping out of the water and slapping her bare, wet rump playfully. "But holding you in my arms usually leads to other things..." I tried to grab her by the waist but she evaded my grasp.

"I should think you would have had enough to keep you quiet for a while, Husband." I reached for her again and she ran off toward our campsite, laughing, with me in hot pursuit.

In the camping area most people were packing up their bedrolls and preparing to leave. Ta-mi sat on his blankets, holding Ma-Lu in his arms. She clutched at his bull-like neck, weeping piteously. "Take me with you, Ma-Lu," Ta-mi begged. "I am a good hunter, and I will keep you so fat you will barely be able to move. And I love you. I will never give you cause to throw my weapons out of your house."

"Oh, Ta-mi! I love you too! And I want you for my husband, but I don't have a house. I'm an orphan, and the Clan Mother wants me to marry one of her nephews. Can't you see? They would never accept you, and I couldn't bear to see you sad."

"Then we'll go on our own. Find another village that will accept us. Or just live by ourselves. I'll do anything to be with you."

"It won't work, Ta-mi. It's too late in the year to grow enough corn to last through the winter. You know that."

"Then I'll wait for you, and in the spring—"

Ma-Lu shook her head and sobbed. "By spring I will be married to the Clan Mother's useless nephew. And it will be too late. I'm just glad that I first experienced love with you. It will have to be enough."




Seducing Jennifer Pt. 33



Jennifer and I exchanged a meaningful look. I crooked an eyebrow and she nodded. "Ah, excuse me," I said. "Ta-mi and Ma-Lu? We couldn't help overhearing...about your problem? Why don't you come with us? We live alone, not in a village, and we have plenty of corn and two good houses, one for winter and one for summer, and we can help you build your own in the fall. We will start our own village, and help each other."

"I'm afraid," Ma-Lu sniffled. "I've never lived anywhere else..."

"Let's do it," Ta-mi pled. "If it doesn't work out, I'll take you back to your Clan village, I promise. But it will work out. I know it will."

"I just don't know," Ma-Lu moaned. She knuckled the tears from her startling blue-green eyes. "We should go to water and pray. Perhaps then we will know." Ta-mi rose to his feet and pulled her up with him.

"Very wise, Gi-ga-ge U-sdi. We will do as you say." Nodding to me, he added, "Wa-do, Chooch. I think you just got yourself a new neighbor. Depending on the signs, of course." He winked. "Please don't leave without us. This shouldn't take long."

As Tse-ni-sa and I packed, our dog came sidling up, cringing and grinning, her tongue hanging out and her tail wagging happily. "So there you are, you stinky creature!" Tse-ni-sa said, patting her head. "Where have you been? We haven't seen you for days!" The dog whined and rolled over onto her back.

I laughed. "She's been doing the same thing we have. And I expect we will find a nest full of fat puppies before the snow falls." As we finished packing and strapping the dog's load to her back, Ta-mi and Ma-Lu arrived, back from the river. They were holding hands and smiling radiantly.

Ma-Lu ran to Tse-ni-sa and hugged her. "The Creator sent us a clear sign! We saw a redbird, Tse-squa Gi-ga-ge, and she flew right over our heads and landed on a branch next to a big black crow! Then they flew away together...so now we know that we must stay together. If you don't mind, Sister? Could we come with you?"

Tse-ni-sa kissed her cheek. "Of course! I was hoping you would. It will be good to have another woman nearby." She whispered something in Ma-Lu's ear and they both giggled.

"A-yee!" Ta-mi grinned at me. "They are planning things for us to do already!"

We helped Ta-mi roll up his blankets and camping gear. Ma-Lu had nothing to bring except the clothing she had left tangled in Ta-mi's bedding, so we were soon on our way. We paused to look back at the Ceremonial Grounds and the sacred Kituwah mound before it was out of sight. The sacred beauty of the place spoke to my souls, and little wonder. It was here, in the very heart of the Cherokee homeland, that the tiny Water Spider had brought the gift of fire to the Ancient Ones, allowing them to live despite the cold winters. 

We started down the mountain, talking and laughing as we walked. The dog tagged along behind, panting and grinning. We weren't paying much attention to our surroundings as we followed the ancient path to the west, but as we stopped to remove our moccasins before wading a small creek, I thought I saw the flicker of buckskin through the thinning forest near the water.

"Did you see that?" I asked Ta-mi quietly, pointing north toward a clump of willows. "I think someone has been following us."

Ta-mi looked around, shaking his head. "I have been too busy watching my beautiful wife. Perhaps it is just someone going the same way we are."

"Seems like they would use the path. Why fight the underbrush and briers?"

"We'll watch more carefully," Ta-mi said. "Perhaps if you take the lead, and I follow a little behind the women..."

When we reentered the old forest again I took the point, staying well ahead of the women and Dog who were apparently sharing women's knowledge which was beyond my understanding. Ta-mi lagged behind, pausing frequently to look back at the path we were walking. We saw nothing, but the hair on the back of my neck prickled uneasily as we walked.

We stopped to camp for the night on a gravel bar near a swiftly flowing creek. Ta-mi and I started a cooking fire and gathered drift wood while the women began boiling water and dressing the two fat rabbits I had shot along the way. Soon the smell of a delicious stew seasoned with the herbs they had collected as we walked had me salivating. "What would we ever do without women, Chooch?" Ta-mi said, sniffing the air.

"I don't know. Each other?"

Ta-mi laughed. "Not me, Chooch. I would rather fuck a buffalo."

"I guess your mother felt the same way," I said, looking at the kinky hair on his head and face. He threw a rock at me and missed. I ran back to the campsite, laughing. "Help me, Wife! There is a huge buffalo bull chasing me!"

Tse-ni-sa stood up quickly, nearly dropping a gourd bowl of stew. "What? Can we—" she saw Ta-mi chasing me. "We have been burdened with two very foolish men," she said to Ma-Lu. "I don't know why we feed them."

"Perhaps because they feed our we-sa's," Ma-Lu giggled.

"Hah. A poor reason. My we-sa will not be hungry again for days." We all sat down near the fire and Tse-ni-sa handed us all bowls of stew, and even included a little for Dog, who had already enjoyed the viscera, feet and hides of the rabbits. We ate the stew hungrily, savoring the complex flavors of the herbs in the corn-meal thickened gravy. Dog growled a low warning and we looked up from our bowls to see the old War Chief standing a few feet away, watching us. Ta-mi and I stood, our knives already in our hands.

"O-si-yo, children. Enjoying your meal?"

I fingered the bone handle of my knife nervously. His attitude was not aggressive, but I knew that could change in an instant. "Yes," I said finally. "Would you like to join us?"

He glided over to our fire and sat on the ground. "Thank you for asking, but no. Although I would enjoy a cup of tea. May I use the last of your hot water? I brought herbs."

Tse-ni-sa and I looked at each other. I had a strong sense of déjà vu. "Have you been following us?"

"Yes, in fact I have. I was concerned for your safety, but did not want to impose. And since I was going the same way myself..." He shrugged. "But I have not introduced myself. I am Si-mo-n', Red Chief of the Kituwah, also known as 'Mist Runner.' Perhaps you have heard of me?

We all looked at each other. "Someone pointed you out to me at the grounds," I said. "But...I have a strange feeling that we had met before."

"In the world of dreams, perhaps?" He showed his long, sharp teeth. "Let us drink medicine, and then I will tell the secret of the tea."

He removed a gourd dipper from his pack, filled it with hot water, and sprinkled in some herbs. We finished our stew as we waited for the tea to steep. When it was done he took seven small sips and passed the gourd to me. I imitated him and handed the gourd to Tse-ni-sa. When we had all drunk he took the gourd and held it, staring at the clots of bark and leaves in the bottom of it. "I see that we will have a safe journey," he said. "And much joy awaits the four of you. You have nothing to fear. Although there is danger, avoiding it will take you to a place of happiness. So sleep, children. Take your rest, and perhaps we will meet again soon." He knocked the herbs out into our cooking fire and it blazed up brightly with tongues of blue, black, white and red. When the fire had died down again he was gone.

"Terrapin's tail, Chooch!" Ta-mi said. "That is one very spooky old man. I'm glad he's on our side. Assuming that he is."

I nodded somberly. "I believe he is. But I'm not sure why."

"Let us sleep now," Tse-ni-sa said, collecting our gourd stew-bowls. "We should try to get an early start in the morning." We laid out our bedrolls close beside each other, and Tse-ni-sa covered ourselves with a blanket while Ta-mi and Ma-Lu did the same. Tse-ni-sa pressed her slender body close to mine and I immediately reached for her small breast. She removed my hand gently. "I said sleep, Husband. But if you are not sleepy yet, perhaps you could tell us a story. Make it a happy one."

I collected my thoughts and began. "The old men used to say this: When this world was new, all the winged ones and the four-legs were much larger than they are now, and they could talk the same as us two-legs, and everyone could understand one another. Now terrapin, Da-ga-si, was known as a mighty warrior, for he always carried his impenetrable shield on his back. And it was also rumored that he was a powerful sorcerer, for even when he found himself in the worst sort of danger, he always escaped somehow by mysterious means."

Ta-mi and Ma-Lu were wrapped in each other's arms, kissing passionately. "So many of the four-legged people were afraid of him and avoided him, but his very best friend was Si-qua U-tse-tsa-sdi, the opossum. One day they decided they were hungry for persimmons, and since it was time for that fruit to become ripe, they went together to a big tree they knew of, and sure enough, there were many orange persimmons high in the branches. 'Let us climb up and eat our fill!' 'Possum said, and he was up the tree as quick as a flash."

Ta-mi and Ma-Lu were breathing heavily, and their blanket heaved as they struggled to remove their clothing. I smiled to myself. Their love was a joy to witness.

"Now of course Terrapin was not able to climb the tree, so he said, "I will stay down here to protect you in case of danger, and perhaps you could just throw down some persimmons so I can eat too." This worked well until a young wolf happened by. He sat on his haunches and watched for a few minutes, crept closer, and then when 'possum tossed out an especially fat persimmon, he leapt up and snatched it out of the air, gulpin it down whole. This seemed great fun for him, and he kept doing it until 'Possum became annoyed, and the next thing he threw was a small stone knife he kept in his pouch. The wolf snatched this out of the air too, and gulped it down, but it stuck in his throat and he fell over dead."

Ma-Lu had crawled on top of Ta-mi. Their blanket had fallen aside and I watched as she guided his thick staff to the entrance of her we-sa. The contrast of their light and dark skins together in the flickering fire-light was remarkable. She whimpered as she tried to take him within herself. I felt my own cock begin to stiffen.

"'Ho-wa!' Terrapin said. 'We have killed a wolf! I will take his ears for hominy spoons. Would you like one?'"

"'No, thank you,' 'Possum told him. 'I already have a good spoon in my pouch.' So Terrapin cut off the wolf's ears and put them both in his own pouch, and the two friends ate persimmons until they were both satisfied."

Tse-ni-sa was caressing my chest and squeezing my nipples as Ma-Lu gingerly lowered herself onto Ta-mi's rigid staff. "I'm still not sleepy, Husband." She stroked my cock and I found her moist we-sa with my fingers.

"'I believe I will go to my townhouse and rest now,' Terrapin said. 'Would you like to come along?'"

"'I'm too tired,' 'Possum told him. 'I will take a nap and catch up with you later.' He curled his tail around a stout branch and went to sleep, hanging head-down in the persimmon tree. Terrapin set off through the forest toward the four-legged people's village, and soon he came to an isolated house near the path. He was invited in and served a gourd of fermented hominy, so he sat down, took one of his new spoons out of his pouch, and ate the gruel politely. His hosts did not say anything, but after he left they were all a-twitter. 'Did you see that?' 'He has killed one of the Wolf Clan!' 'He truly is a mighty warrior!'"

Ma-Lu moaned as she filled herself with Ta-mi's large cock. "Gently, Husband," she whispered. "My we-sa is sore, but still hungry." Tse-ni-sa giggled and slid down to take my cock in her warm mouth. I was quite sore too, after the previous evenings exertions, but I did not complain.

"Terrapin stopped at three more houses on the way to the village, and the same thing happened each time. Gossip spread like wildfire, the Bird-people winging ahead to deliver the news, and when Terrapin reached the village all the warriors of the Wolf Clan were waiting for him. 'You have killed our brother!' they snarled, 'And now you must die!' Terrapin merely pulled his feet, head and tail under his war shield and waited for them to go away. They danced around him, howling with rage, but he would not come out, so finally they just picked him up and carried him to a spot near the river, where they held a council as to how they would kill him. 'Let us pile rocks on top of him until his shield cracks,' one of the elders suggested. Terrapin chuckled inside his shell. 'What's so funny?' they asked. 'You could try that,' Terrapin said, 'but you will go to a lot of trouble for nothing, because my war shield will never break.'"

Tse-ni-sa was swirling her tongue around the head of my cock, and I was having trouble breathing and talking at the same time. Ma-Lu was slowly moving on Ta-mi's swollen staff, and they were both breathing heavily.

"So the Wolf Clan discussed this some more, and one of them said, 'Let us build a fire and roast him!' Terrapin laughed quietly. 'You can try that, if you like. It will be fun for me to watch you do all that work for nothing, because I will just kick your fire apart and walk away.' They thought a while longer, and someone said, 'Then we will boil water in a clay pot, and put him in there, and he will not be able to get to the fire.' Terrapin laughed loudly at that. 'More work for you! But please, do that if you want, but know that I will break your pot to pieces, drown your fire, and walk away laughing.' Finally the wolves decided that they would just throw him in the river and drown him, at which point Terrapin began to scream and cry, 'No, not that! Please! Smash me, or roast me, or boil me, whatever you like, and I won't resist, because the thing I fear most is drowning!'"

"'Ho-wa!' the wolves said. 'Now we know what to do with him!' and they picked him up, swung him back and forth, and with a mighty heave flung him toward the river. Of course this was just what he wanted, and he laughed as he flew through the air, but he bounced off a rock at the edge of the river and it smashed his shell into a dozen pieces. Once in the water, though, he sang a powerful medicine: 'Gu da-ye wu, gu da-ye wu,' which is to say, 'I have sewn myself together, I have sewn myself together,' in the ancient language of all people, and he dove beneath the water and disappeared. His shell healed stronger than ever, but to this day all terrapins and their many cousins bear the scars of this mishap, and that is how we know this story to be true.

I groaned as Tse-ni-sa tried to take the whole of my cock into her mouth. Ta-mi had his hands on Ma-Lu's plump behind, and was helping her to grind herself against him as she sat upright astride his hips, her large breasts swaying. "Oh, my husband," Tse-ni-sa moaned, "I want that." She rose to her knees and mounted me, sliding slowly down onto my dripping shaft. I held her hips as she rocked against me, my cock fully embedded in her velvet tunnel, and when I heard Ta-mi cry out I spurted my hot seed directly into her womb.



Seducing Jennifer Pt. 34



Native American rituals and legends described here are not accurate representations of past or present culture.

*****

Mary Louise was the first to awaken, sitting bolt upright, gasping for breath. "Goodness!" she moaned. "I think I just—" 

I opened my eyes in time to see her lift her skirt and look down at her panties. She touched herself briefly and pulled her skirt back down. It was too dark to see, even with the occasional passing headlights of other cars, but I suspected that she was sopping wet. 

My own underwear was soaked and sticky, and I knew I had come in my pants.

"GodDAMN!" Tommy groaned. "If these dreams get any better I'll just stay there and hope never to wake up.

Jennifer giggled. "Wet dreams all around. Four simultaneously. We should send that to Ripley's Believe It or Not." 

She rubbed her face against my cum-soaked dick. "Was it good for you, Sweetie? Or should I say, 'Husband?'"

"'Good' is not the word I would use," I said, bending down to kiss her. "More like...spectacular? Cataclysmic? Earth-shattering?"

"All three to the tenth power," Tommy sighed. "And then some."

The privacy screen retracted and Vholes stuck his head over the back of his seat. "Did you have a pleasant nap, children? Sweet dreams? I'm glad you're awake, because we are now approaching Nashville. Now if Mr. Sanchez would be so kind as to take us to the airport? I believe I saw a sign indicating that we should take the next exit."

Jennifer sat up and whispered into my ear. "Airport? Don't you have to show ID to get a ticket?"

I nodded. "I'm sure Vholes knows that. He'll have something up his sleeve. You'll see."

When the limo cruised into the long-term parking lot and sighed to a halt in a space near the back, Vholes and Sanchez got out of the car and closed the doors. Vholes walked around to the driver's side and took Sanchez's hand for a brief shake. I pressed the button for the passenger window and eased it down an inch or two, praying that it wouldn't squeak. 

"Now I expect to be away for some time, Mr. Sanchez," Vholes was saying. "Quite some time, I suspect. And until I return, you will be on vacation. At full pay, of course."

"But Mr. Vholes, sir—" Sanchez began.

"No, no, I quite insist. You deserve it. Now I want you to fly home. And you must, and I cannot stress this too much, MUST pay for your ticket with cash." 

He extracted a sheaf of bills from his jacket and peeled off several of them. "Even so, there's a risk..." Vholes drew a deep breath. "I must ask you, Mr. Sanchez, for the sake of these children, if you could see your way clear to forgetting you made this little trip. In case anyone should ask."

"Sure, Mr. Vholes. It never happened."

"You were at home all day, too ill to report to work so I had to chauffeur myself, as you have known me to do from time to time in the past. Now, when you find that you feel up to it, fully recovered from this illness, as it were, I would like you to take a vacation." 

He began shuffling more bills out of his stash. "To Hawaii. With your lovely wife, of course." He shuffled more bills, hesitated, and handed the whole stack to Sanchez. "Stay there at least a week. Two if you like. Keep track of your expenses and if this is not sufficient to cover your costs you can collect the difference from my office."

"Thank you, sir," Sanchez said gratefully. "The wife will love that. Just call me whenever you get back and I'll fly out here to meet you, if you like."

"Most excellent, Mr. Sanchez. And I thank you. Now the departure gates are that way..." 

They walked off toward the airport and stopped under a streetlight some hundred yards away. They shook hands, spoke briefly, and Vholes returned to the car. He got into the driver's seat and started removing documents from the glove compartment, along with another packet of bills.

As he ducked back out of the car, he said: "Collect your belongings and wait here, children. Please don't leave anything behind. I shall return momentarily."

We gathered our backpacks and moments later a late-model Cadillac pulled up beside us and stopped. The window whirred down and we saw Vholes inside. "Get in, children. We still have miles to go before we sleep."

When we went through the exit gate Vholes handed a ticket and several bills to the cashier and we rolled on through. "A lesson here for you, children: When you leave your vehicle in a parking lot, do not leave the time-stamped ticket inside it. It's an open invitation to thieves."

We drove across town and parked at the back of a crowded Wal-Mart parking lot. "Time for a rest-stop, children. But do not get lost. We will all stay together."

We all made a bathroom stop. I went into a stall and changed my shorts, which were chafing miserably. I wished that I could take a shower. While I was attempting to wash my face at the automated sink, Tommy came out of another stall with a sheepish grin on his face. 

"Dude! My drawers look like a hippo used them for a snot-rag. And he had the flu."

"Way to gross me out, Dude. I really didn't need to hear that. I got my own problems."

After the pit stop we each grabbed a shopping cart and Vholes directed us to the camping section. We loaded up a bunch of camping gear, all the high-end stuff, and then we filled the other carts with food while Vholes picked up an assortment of clothing and other items. A large ice chest completed our supplies. 

Vholes paid the cashier and we left the store. Rather than heading back to the Cadillac, however, Vholes led us to the employee parking lot, walking down a long row of parked cars and looking at each one carefully. He finally chose an older-model SUV, laid his hands on the door handle, and muttered a few words. The doors unlocked, the engine started, and we loaded the supplies into the back, and got in, Vholes in the driver's seat. 

As we left the parking lot, Tommy said, "You really need to teach me how to do that, Mr. Vholes."

Vholes looked over his shoulder at us. "Perhaps I shall, some day. You seem to have the potential...quite extraordinary, actually. Although I doubt that this particular skill would be of much benefit to you in the future, there are other things...But we near our objective, children. We should arrive at just about sunrise. Couldn't be better, actually. Now I must concentrate on driving, for the roads are tortuous at best. You should relax and nap, if possible. We will have a long day tomorrow."

We drove a long way on steep, winding country roads, steadily climbing into the Great Smoky Mountains. When we skirted Gatlinburg and crossed the North Carolina border, Vholes said, "Almost there, children. Can you feel it? Exciting, isn't it."

In fact my heart was pounding with anticipation as we wound ever higher into the mountains toward a place I did not recognize, but instinctively felt that I had been before. 

Jennifer was flushed and sweat beaded on her upper lip despite the air-conditioning. Mary Louise was seated on Tommy's lap, her arms around his neck. "We're going home, love," she whispered to him. "To the place we belong. Together."

We passed through Cherokee, North Carolina, seeing a sign for the small Eastern Cherokee reservation and continued on to Bryson City on the banks of the Tuckasegee River. Soon we came to a historical marker identifying the site of the ancient Kituwah Mound, and Vholes stopped the car in a grove of trees near a fork in the river just as the sun was rising. "We will camp here, children. If you would be so good as to unload the car and begin to make camp, I will be back shortly."

"We can just camp here?" I asked, yawning. "Won't someone come and make us leave?"

Vholes shook his head. "The land once again belongs to the Cherokee Nation. We bought it back at huge cost a few years ago. I will speak with someone at the reservation to be sure we won't be disturbed. When I come back we will go to water, then you may break your fast."

We quickly unloaded the car and Vholes drove away. We selected a spot for our campfire, sorted out our gear, and set up three large tents. Before we were finished a battered pickup truck rumbled to a stop near our campsite. It had a license plate with Cherokee symbols on it. 

"Tsa-la-gi-hi A-ye-li," I read. "Cherokee Nation." On the rear window was a large sticker reading "War Pony."

"Here we go," Tommy said grimly. "Somebody already here to tell us to move."

Vholes got out of the passenger door of the truck, nodded to the driver, and the truck drove away, displaying a bumper sticker that said, 'My Heroes Have Always Killed Cowboys,' leaving us in the foggy silence of the mountain dawn. "Good. We're all set then. And I am assured that we will have privacy for what we need to do here."

"Where's our car?" Tommy asked.

"I donated it to a good cause," Vholes said. "We will have no more need of it. Now, let's get rid of these constricting clothes, shall we? And we shall go to water before the sun gets any farther along on her journey."

We looked at each other. "You want us to go naked?" Mary Louise squeaked.

"It would be for the best, dear. But if you wish we can leave our underwear on for the moment."

I shrugged and pulled off my shoes, socks and outer clothing. Tommy followed suit, and after some hesitation the girls stripped down to their bras and panties. 

Vholes rummaged in a pile of Walmart bags and passed us each a pair of moccasins before removing his own suit, pants and shirt and stuffing them into an empty bag. He looked even more skeletal without his clothes, clad only in baggy shorts, his thinning grey hair blowing about his shoulders. A leather pouch on a greasy thong hung around his neck.

As we approached the river bank, Jennifer breathed, "This is the place! It has changed, but it is the same place we went in the dream. I can feel it...it speaks..."

We all felt it calling to us and goose pimples rose on our nearly nude bodies. Following Vholes, we waded into the chilly water and faced east, pulling off our underwear and tossing it onto the river bank. Proudly naked before the Creator we faced the fog-shrouded sun and sang our morning song before ritually submerging ourselves seven times. 

As we stood, streaming water, Vholes began another song, one I had never heard in this world or any other, and the powerful medicine of it sent chills down my spine and blurred my eyes.

We waded out of the river and Vholes picked up his leather pouch, opened it, and offered a pinch of tobacco to the earth. He then assembled a small stone pipe, stuffed it with tobacco and other herbs and lit it. He blew puffs of smoke to the north, west, south and east in turn, then to the sky and earth, and waved the last puff across his body before passing the pipe to me. 

I repeated his actions, passed the pipe to Tommy, and when the others had completed the ritual Vholes took the pipe back, knocked the dottle onto the ground, and stowed it back in his pouch.

We went back to the campsite and while the girls began rooting around in the heap of supplies, trying to organize things, Tommy and I went in search of fallen branches for firewood. 

Vholes laid a small cooking fire and started it with flint and steel, then set a pot of water on to boil. The girls found oversized tee shirts, which they donned, and we men fashioned breechclouts from lengths of muslin cloth.

When the water was hot, Vholes sprinkled herbs from his pouch into it, passing his hands across the pot several times and muttering arcane words. When he judged that it was properly steeped, he filled a dipper with the liquid and administered the medicine to us one at a time: First seven small sips, then seven handfuls to be applied to the entire body, and finally the recipient drank the remainder in the dipper and made way for the next person.

The taste of the herbal tea was unfamiliar, bitter and somewhat nauseating, definitely not the usual Dreamwalker blend, and upon completing the ritual I began to feel very strange. 

My vision blurred, clarified, and blurred again, and when I looked at Jennifer out of the corner of my eye she seemed to become misty and insubstantial. When I looked directly at her and concentrated, however, I could see her lovely slender body clearly. 

When we all finished, including Vholes, it was clear that all of us, except him, were feeling rather wobbly.

"Jeez, Dude," Tommy said, settling down onto the ground cross-legged. "That is some heavy shit. I can hardly see straight. What the hell is it?"

"An ancient medicine called the 'Invisibility Drink,'" Vholes told him. "Of course it does not actually make one invisible. Just rather...insubstantial. It appears to allow one to more or less blend into one's surroundings, like camouflage. It can be useful at times, and just to be safe from prying eyes, I thought that it was appropriate for us to partake at this time."

"I think I'm going to vomit," Mary Louise said faintly. 

"Just rest quietly for a few minutes, my dear. The effect can be somewhat unsettling, but one soon becomes accustomed to it."

After a time we began to feel more steady on our feet and the girls prepared a camp breakfast. Vholes sat to one side while we ate, cross-legged on the ground, apparently praying. 

When we had finished eating he asked for another pot of hot water and made tea. "Now I suggest," he said, stirring the brew with a peeled stick, "that you sleep through the heat of the day while I make some preparations. And this evening I will perform marriage ceremonies, if anyone is interested." 

He raised an eyebrow, looking at Jennifer and Mary Louise. "Miss Jennifer, I know that your mother is in favor of this, so I must only obtain your acquiescence. Are you willing to accept Master Jack as your husband?"

"Yes, of course." She took my hand and held it in her lap. "But I thought that according to the terms of the trust—"

"Quite, my dear. You will forfeit all benefits under the trust. But due to this extraordinary turn of events, that will most likely turn out to be immaterial. You may consider for a few moments if you wish. 

Now Miss Mary Louise: Are you willing to accept Master Thomas as your husband, without the agreement of your mother?"

"Yes," said Mary Louise. "I want him. And I don't care who objects."

"Good, then. Miss Jennifer?"

"But...how? Are we supposed to get a preacher out here, and a license and all of that?"

"No, no. This is just a simple union according to the customs of the Cherokee people. The local government is not involved, nor are any religious practitioners. It's not necessary, as a matter of fact. Nor would it be binding in any court of law. If you prefer to postpone it you are certainly within your rights. But I just thought that it would be a nice way to begin—"

"I'll do it," Jennifer said, squeezing my hand. "I just wish Mom could be here."

"She is, dear. In spirit. And I'm sure she approves."

Tommy looked over at me. "Do we get any input here, Dude?"

"No," Mary Louise and Jennifer said in unison.

After we drank another dose of Dreamwalker tea, cleaned up our campsite and stowed the scattered gear, Vholes insisted that we suspend the food from an overhanging tree limb to discourage bears. That done, Jennifer and I went into our tent, blew up an air mattress and laid out the double sleeping bag. We lay on top of it and held each other. 

"You really don't have to marry me, Jacky. Unless you really want to."

"Are you nuts? Of course I want to. I just hope you don't get sick of me and throw me out of your house."

"Mmmm. I guess you better behave, then. But what if you get sick of me?"

"Never happen. And even if I did, I would have enough sense not to say so."

She poked me in the ribs. "You goof! You better say so."

"Yeah? What would you do about it?"

"Call a friend to come over and help me revive your interest."

"Oh. Well, I must admit that I am starting to feel a little neglected..."

"Asshole." She kissed my lips softly. "Tonight...will be our wedding night. Have you thought about that?" 

We had not undressed, but we were close enough to naked that it didn't make any difference. I stroked her small breasts and she sighed.

"No, not really. Was there something special you wanted to do to celebrate? Have dinner at Burger King? Maybe a little miniature golf? "

"Stop it Jack! Or you will be celebrating alone!"

"Sorry." I twined my fingers in her hair and kissed her deeply. "I want...you. Naked in this bed."

"So are we finally going to do it? For real and all the way?"

"I hope so. If you think you're ready."

She put her hand on my prick. "I've been ready, Jack. You ought to know that. But...the pills. I've been taking them, and so has Mary Louise, but what if...we can't deal with a baby right now. It wouldn't be good for us or the baby."

"No, I don't suppose it would. You know, they used to have herbal birth control medicine. Maybe I should ask Vholes if he knows about that?"

"Yes. Maybe. I don't know. Maybe we should just wait."

Not what I wanted to hear. "Maybe...you're a little scared?"

"No! I'm a lot scared! Oh, Jack, I know it's good in the dream, but that's a dream, and this is real. And it's tonight, not some vague future time. I feel like I'm being rushed."

"OK, Honey. It's me, remember? The guy you have been sleeping with, naked? I haven't forced you to do anything yet. And I don't plan to start now."

"Oh, Jacky," she sighed. "I do love you. But do we really need to get married? Right now? Mom must have been thinking something when she put that stuff in the trust about not getting married. I just wish I could talk to her."

"I doubt that your mother would have considered a Cherokee ceremony a marriage, as such. And in fact, it's not, by most people's standards. It's just some woman who has decided to let some guy move into her house. Or her mother's house, more frequently. And her grandmother may live there too. Along with a couple of sisters...it can get pretty crowded, the guy may not even sleep there every night. Or ever, for that matter. And the dude, well he agrees to provide meat—"

"Mmmmm," Jennifer said, squeezing my cock. "How much meat?"

"As much as he can." I slipped a hand under her loose tee-shirt. I loved that she was naked and smooth under there. Underwear was an evil, evil invention.

"So anyway, he hunts or fishes mornings and evenings, and if he brings in enough to please the Boss he gets to eat. Because the women do most of the farming and store the food. So they throw whatever he brings into the stew pot with whatever else there is and everyone eats. But he doesn't have any rights. It's not his house." 

I paused for breath and petted Jennifer's darling little pussy, sliding my middle finger between her moist folds.

"Now where was I—"

"I have no idea," Jennifer gasped. "When you touch me there my mind goes blank."

"Nice to know. But the guy would build himself a little brush arbor somewhere off by where he likes to hunt or fish, and when it's too crowded at the house he would sleep there in good weather. If his wife felt like it, she could spend time with him there. In cold weather, all the single men used to sleep in the men's townhouse. So at least he always had a place to stay." 

I circled her clitty with my finger. "Ooooh! What have we here? Should I ask her if she comes here often?"

"As often as possible," Jennifer giggled. "Okay, Jacky. Stop." She tugged at my wrist. I looked down, expecting to see her childlike white fingers contrasted across my dark skin, but the contrast did not seem as startling as it once had. 

I removed my hand from her pussy and stroked the side of her face. Yes, she had gotten a healthy suntan today. Just from a few hours outside naked. I hoped she didn't burn. That would kind of put a damper on the wedding night.




Seducing Jennifer Pt. 34



I traced her upper lip with my damp finger, letting her smell the essence of her desire, then slipped my finger into my own mouth while looking deep into her icy blue eyes. 

"Determined to be a virgin on your wedding night?" I teased. "I think it might be wise to practice. So we can get it right the first time."

"If we practice any more, the first time won't be the first time. So just hold me, Jacky. Tell me a bedtime story."

"You'd be more comfortable if you took that shirt off."

She sighed, sat up, and wiggled out of the long tee-shirt. Ah, God, she was beautiful. Perfect in every detail.

"But you have to leave your thing on. And no teasing." She lay back down, resting her golden head on my shoulder.

I put my hand on my hard cock and squeezed it. Damn. It was going to be a long afternoon.

"Okay, so there was this mockingbird, Hu-hu, right? And he was known as a shape-changer, because he would be sitting on a branch, dull little brown and gray thing, you would hardly notice him, and all of a sudden you would hear 'birdybirdybirdy" and he would turn into a redbird. And he could turn into four legged animals too, and even become human when he wanted to. 

But at dawn he would always turn back into a mockingbird. One day he saw a beautiful young girl of marriageable age, and he fell instantly in love with her, so in the evening he went to the girl's mother and told her, "I want to marry your daughter." 

The old woman looked at him suspiciously and said, "Are you a good hunter?"

"I am an excellent hunter!" he boasted.

"I don't know...you should have brought meat. A large deer, at least."

"I didn't hunt today," the Hu-hu lied, "because I was heart-sick over your daughter. But if I can marry your daughter tonight, I will bring plenty of meat in the morning."

"Humph. I will ask her. If she wants to marry you, I'll give my blessing." 

Now the old woman had received many men who wanted to marry her lovely daughter, but she had turned them all down, because the girl hadn't liked them. But this man...he was as beautiful as her daughter. He was tall and slender, but very strong, and his thick, shiny black hair fell to his waist. 

Just looking at him made the old lady's we-sa weep with longing, so she hurried inside and told her daughter, "There's a man outside who wants to marry you. Go talk to him and see if you like him. If you do, you can marry him tonight. But do as you like. You know best."

"That guy sounds a lot like you, Jack," Jennifer murmured drowsily.

"I'm no Hu-hu, though. I won't fly away in the morning. 

So, anyway, the girl went out to talk to Hu-hu, and he was a fine talker, and sang her the most beautiful songs, and he was good to look at too. So she went back inside and told her mother, "Yes, I want to marry him."

"Are you sure, daughter? He did not bring any meat."

The girl tossed her head. "We have plenty of corn and beans. I want him."

So they went outside and stood together and the old woman wrapped a blanket around both of them, giving them her blessing. They sang the Marriage Song to each other and sprinkled a pinch of tobacco into the fire. "Now you are married," she said. "Go do what you want to do."

They went inside the house, and at first the girl was afraid, because she had never been with a man before, but he sang to her and kissed her hands and feet, and soon she gave him her lips as well and before she knew it they were in her bed, naked in each other's arms. 

Then she was afraid again and was about to call her mother to throw him out, but he touched her firm little breasts, like this..."

"Jacky. Audio only. No demonstrations."

"And then he kissed her neck, and it felt so good she forgot about calling her mother. He kissed all over her sleek body until he reached her fuzzy little we-sa, and he petted and kissed her there until she was frantic with desire. 

When he slid himself into her it didn't hurt at all and they made love seven times that night, until she was so exhausted she fell asleep in his arms."

"Now the old woman watched this from her bed near the fire and she thought, this is a real man I have got for my daughter. And she secretly hoped that her daughter would be too tender to make love the next night, and maybe she could try the man out herself. 

In the morning when mother and daughter awoke, the man was gone. "He has gone hunting," they told each other. 

They did not see him all that day, but just as the sun set he came back and handed the old woman two mice. "Hunting was bad today," he told her. "Tomorrow I will fish, and bring you plenty."

The old woman skinned the mice and put them in the stew pot, but she was quite angry about this. 

The young couple ate and jumped right into bed, where they made love until the girl fell asleep, exhausted. Again, Huhu disappeared before dawn, but when mother and daughter went outside they thought they heard him singing his morning song down by the river, so they knew he must have gone fishing. 

In the evening he brought them one small fish. The old woman put it in the stew pot, but she was growing very suspicious.

The next morning the same thing happened. Hu-hu was gone before dawn, and when he came back he handed the old woman two crawfish. 

She spit at him and threw the crawfish on the ground, because one thing Cherokees never eat is crawfish. 

There's a reason, but that's another story. 

Anyway, she was hopping mad and was about to take a big stick to him, but the daughter persuaded her to give him one more chance, and they went straight to bed and made love noisily all night.

But the old woman decided that she would stay awake and follow him in the morning to see what he did all day. He slipped out of her daughter's arms before dawn and she followed him to the edge of the forest, where he turned into a mockingbird and flew up into a tree. 

She returned to the house but didn't say anything to the daughter, who mooned around all day with a foolish smile on her face, waiting for her lover to come back. 

When he arrived empty handed the mother took her stick and beat him, screaming, "You are nothing but a useless Hu-hu!" The girl cried and tried to stop her, but the mother beat him until he was bruised and bleeding and almost dead before he turned back into a mockingbird and flew away. 

"I told you so!" the mother shouted at her daughter. "Now perhaps you will find yourself a real man who can bring us meat!" 

And the Hu-hu never came back, but just hid in the branches of trees and sang sad songs about his lost love."

Jennifer had drifted off to sleep and I soon followed her. We dreamed...

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And awoke in the forest ready to start the second day of our journey. 

We bathed in the nearby stream and sang our morning songs, then drank tea and prepared to continue walking west. 

As we started out, Tse-ni-sa stopped and looked back at the rising sun. "We must go back," she said. "We must go back to the mound. 

I asked her why and she could not explain. "I just know," she told me. "A bad thing will happen if we do not." 

Since she was the woman I could not disagree, and in fact I thought I felt the pull myself. Ta-mi and Ma-Lu did not care as long as they could be together, so we all turned around and headed east, expecting to arrive back at the sacred Kituwah mound well before nightfall. 

As we neared our destination, we all began to feel rather faint, and we thought perhaps it was because of hunger so we ate some dried meat and a little corn-meal mush, but it did not help.

Walking was no problem, though, because my feet felt very light and at times I could not be sure if they were even touching the ground. I held up my hand to the sun and I could almost see through it, and when I looked at the others they were fuzzy and insubstantial around the edges. 

As we approached the mound and climbed up to the fire pit, I could see the ground through my feet. The four of us put our arms around each other and stood near the fire, and as our bodies faded away our souls spiraled out of us, swarming around one another like lightning bugs, but we were not frightened because...

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Jennifer and I awoke as the sun began her final descent into the Darkening Lands. 

Tommy and Mary Louise came out of their tent, sleepy eyed and smiling blissfully. We all went to water and when we came back Vholes was waiting for us at the mound, where he had rekindled the ceremonial fire while we slept. 

"Now we need only to prepare a few more things, Vholes told us. "The boys must bring gifts of meat. The young ladies must bring gifts of corn. We will need two large blankets. And, of course, we must have hot water for medicine."

He took two packages of jerky and a bag of cornmeal out of the food cache, gave the meat to Tommy and me and split the cornmeal between two bowls for the girls. 

We got out our most colorful blankets while Vholes boiled water and made what looked like a very strong tea. We went back to the mound and stood in a circle around the fire, raising our palms to the Creator while we prayed, then Vholes loaded the pipe and we smoked it according to the ancient ritual we knew so well. 

We took medicine, and when we had drunk the last of it Vholes had us stand facing each other to exchange our gifts. 

I handed Jennifer my packet of jerky and she gave me her bowl of cornmeal, then we stood side by side with our arms around each other while he wrapped a blanket around our shoulders. 

Jennifer looked up at me, smiling. "Husband," she whispered. "Wife," I whispered back. "I love you." 

Tommy and Mary Louise completed the same simple ceremony, and Tommy and I kissed our new wives.

Vholes stood back and raised his bony hands to the sky as the crimson sun sank into the Darkening Lands. He sang the Marriage Song, then another that I did not recognize, and when he threw the dregs of the tea into the fire, it hissed and crackled, emitting multi-colored sparks and tongues of flame, and a swirling blue smoke enveloped us. 

The ancient mound began to swell and grow beneath our feet, raising us twenty feet or more higher than we had been, and the scenery around us became hazy. As it solidified, we saw that the trees had become much larger, and there were small mud houses roofed with thatch near the tree line a few hundred yards away. Neat gardens of corn, beans and squash grew in open spaces, and people stood outside the houses watching us.

Two luminous blue spheres emerged from each of our mouths and hovered above us, coiling around each other, merging and separating, until eight more similar spheres rose from the mound beneath our feet and joined them, performing a complicated dance, circling the sacred fire and coming back to coalesce above us before dividing into sixteen spheres, these then merging into eight before disappearing back into our bodies. 

When our world was completely stable again we looked around for Vholes, but he had disappeared into the shadows.

"Holy Horseshit, Chief!" Tommy blurted. "I think we're really here! Tell me this is not a dream."

"Goodness gracious!" Mary Louise tightened her arm around Tommy. "However did we...I mean, we didn't even go to sleep first...did we?"

"No," I said, "This is something else. I don't think we're going to have to go back."

I looked down at Jennifer. She was weeping quietly, silver tears dripping down her angelic face. 

"I didn't know this would happen," she said, her voice trembling. "What about Mom? How will she find us when she...if she...and how will we know enough to live here?"

"I think you'll find that we know everything we need to know," I said, "just as we knew when we were in the dream. And I expect that your mother will show up any time now. I couldn't begin to explain how, or why—"

The people from the surrounding village began to draw near, smiling and laughing. A dog galloped ahead of them and threw itself down at our feet, groveling and whining, her tail wagging so hard she could hardly stand. "Gi-tli!" I smiled. "Dog! Did you miss us?"

"Smelly creature," Jennifer said, patting the dog's head affectionately. 

The White Chief, leader of the village in peace time, approached us followed by the seven clan mothers. "So you have decided to share your blankets," he said. "O-sta. It is good."

"Now come and enjoy your wedding feast!" one of the old women said. "The hunters have brought in two fat does, and we will all eat until we fall asleep by the fire. Unless there are things you would rather do," she added slyly. 

The other old ladies cackled and reached out to touch the girls' clothing. They were still wearing the long tee shirts. "You won't be needing this tonight!" one of them said to Jennifer. "Why don't you trade it to me for a new doeskin tunic?"

"Maybe tomorrow," Jennifer smiled through her tears. 

"A-yee! She cries! Perhaps she is afraid because she is so small, and her man is so big!" The old ladies cackled again, poking each other playfully.

"Why don't you let him sleep with me tonight?" a toothless old crone mumbled. "I will drain some of his essence so that he does not drown your we-sa." 

The others howled until they wept. "Yes! We will all have a turn with him."

I looked down at Jennifer nervously, hoping she was not taking this seriously. "My we-sa is very greedy. She wants all his essence for herself," she said apologetically. 

The old ladies screeched with laughter. "Come, then! You must feed him the deer's heart, so that he will be strong and fast."

"But not too fast, I hope," the oldest one said. "Perhaps we should feed him a terrapin instead."

We followed them to a communal cooking area. Many of the people there we recognized from the Green Corn ceremonies. 

I turned toward the Peace Chief as we waited for the women to bring us food. "I was wondering...have you seen a woman called A-na here anywhere? Or heard of her? She is my wife's mother, and we are worried about her."

He shook his head. "She's not here. But if she was a small woman with yellow hair, she did pass through before the last winter. She said she was going on a vision quest to the Land of the Sun. And now that I think about it, she strongly resembled your wife."

Jennifer approached us holding a large clay bowl, overhearing the last part of our conversation. The contents of the bowl steamed deliciously and my stomach gurgled. 

"It must have been Mom!" she breathed. "Did she say when she would be coming back?"

"No, I'm sorry," the Chief said. "But the clan mothers said that she would return after a long absence. So I'm sure she is safe."

Jennifer fed me thin strips of the deer's heart, still dripping blood, and I ate them, mugging for the cheering crowd of onlookers. We shared the rest of the food, feeding each other with our fingers. 

Love radiated from Jennifer's pale eyes, and I knew that I was the luckiest man in the world.



Seducing Jennifer Pt. 35



After we had all eaten more than we wanted, the clan mothers led us to a small guest house made of wattle and daub. We knelt to crawl inside, the old ladies close behind us.

There was a central fire below the smoke hole and beds of piled hides and furs at opposite sides of the single room.  Jennifer and I sat down on one bed and Tommy and Mary Louise took the other.

The old ladies crawled into the room and stood up. One of them placed a large bowl of roasted venison near the fire.

"In case you need more strength during the night," she explained. The others cackled.

"These men look to have plenty of strength," another said. "It is the women who will need help."

"We're right here if they're too much for you," the Wild Potato mother said lasciviously. "Do not hesitate to call."

"Don't call her! She has ridden four husbands to death already!" They all laughed delightedly.

"And one of them was not even hers!"  They laughed harder.

A thin, bent woman with kindly eyes put her gnarled hand on Jennifer's shoulder. She handed her a tiny clay pot. "Put a little of this on the entrance to your we-sa, child. It will make it a little easier for you."

"A-yee!" someone screeched. "The Blue Clan mother never rests! Always giving medicine to the needy!" Everyone cackled.

I was becoming restive. How long was this bachelorette party going to last? Would they bring in male strippers next?

"Enough!" the Blue Clan mother finally said. Her voice was thin and reedy but commanding, and the others lapsed into silence. "I am Blue-Drink-Woman. Come to me in the morning if you have any pain, or questions."

"She won't have any questions by morning!" someone hooted. "And the pain will be over the minute we leave!"

"Let us help the brides undress," Blue-Drink-Woman said firmly. She pulled Jennifer to her feet and helped her off with her tee-shirt. Her pale ethereal body glimmered in the flickering firelight and the women sighed at the beauty of her.

Jennifer stood for a moment, gazing into my eyes. She turned and crawled onto the bed, and Blue-Drink-Woman helped her cover herself with our marriage blanket.

Another woman helped Mary Louise undress. When she was naked in the firelight the old women moaned. "Such a strong, fat woman! She will bear many children for her clan."

Wild Potato mother hefted one of Mary Louise's generous breasts in her hand. "She will be able to raise twins with these!" The others cackled their agreement.

They helped Mary Louise into bed and covered her with her marriage blanket. Blue Clan mother stood by the door. "Leave now, sisters. Let the children enjoy each other. They won't need our help."

"But now we must undress the men!"

"Their wives will take care of that, she said. "Now out!"

When they were all out of the house, Blue-Drink-Woman said, "You honor us with this merging of your bodies and souls. I can see that you are very special. The ancient prophecy...no. Not now. Now is your time to make memories which will keep you warm when you are old like me. Love each other, children. You are important to us all."

Then she was gone and the house was suddenly silent except for the crackling of the fire. I wondered what prophecy she was talking about. None of the many stories I knew seemed to be applicable.

"Come here, husband," Mary Louse said, reaching for Tommy's breechcloth. "Let me help you with this." She slipped her hand under his apron. "Mmmmm! I know what you're thinking about...."

Jennifer put her hand on my thigh and it burned like a red-hot iron against my skin. "Love me, husband," she whispered. We both fumbled with the ties to my breechclout until I could push it down my hips and kick it away. I crawled under the blanket with her and we lay side by side, not touching for a few minutes.

My mind was in turmoil. We had made love many times before in this world, but never in the other. Still, I felt as if this would be the first time for me, in any world. What if it did not go well? What if she was repelled by me? Cautiously I found her tiny hand and covered it with mine.

"Jacky? What language are we speaking right now?"

"English," I said hesitantly. "When we are alone together. But when we're with the people who have always lived here we speak Tsa-la-gi. It's strange, I know. I'm not sure how or why. I feel like there are two separate people in my head sometimes."

"So confusing." She rolled toward me and I put my arm behind her neck. "Do you want to make love to me tonight, Jacky?"

"Only if you do," I said huskily. "I know you're tired. Maybe you'd like to sleep now, and then when we wake up—"

"I think I'm too wound up to sleep. But I would like it if you would give me a massage."

She rolled over to lie prone and I drew the blanket back to reveal the creamy skin of her back. I brushed her silky hair aside and gently rubbed her shoulders. She moaned with pleasure and I felt her muscles soften in my hands. I worked my way down her spine, rubbing with my thumbs as I went, until I reached the curve of her feminine hips. So beautiful. I massaged her dainty buttocks, brushed fleetingly across the small tuft of hair between her thighs, moved on to her legs, and finally her feet.

She sighed and rolled over, her small hard nipples peeping at me saucily. I smoothed the hair away from her eyes and put a hand on her breast, then leaned down to brush her lips with mine. The kiss deepened and she put her arms around my neck. I stretched out beside her and held her close while our tongues avidly sought each other's company. I felt her heart beating in time with mine.

Tenderly I stroked her neck, shoulder and torso, kissing the spot below her ear as my hand traced her hip bone. She parted her thighs and I brushed my fingers against her pussy. The fine hairs there were damp with her moisture. She sighed and opened her eyes.

"Jack? I want you now."

"I know." I cupped her furry mound in my hand and the lips parted to allow my middle finger into her slippery cleft. My cock throbbed against her thigh as I dipped my fingertip into her wet pussy. She was so hot there. I pressed my finger in further until she winced, then slowly withdrew and traced upwards to her clitty. The little pink button was already protruding, and I rubbed around its hood carefully.

She put one hand on my cock and squeezed. I stifled a groan and slid my finger back into her. It went more easily this time, almost to the second knuckle. She smoothed pre-cum around the head of my stiff dick.

I rotated my finger gently, stretching her, before going back to her tiny clit. When she began to buck against my hand I put my finger back into her and carefully pushed a second one in beside it. She was very tight but began to relax as she slowly stroked the shaft of my cock.

After a time during which our hearts thumped madly she put her thigh across my hips. I cupped her small ass in my hands and drew her to my face. Her natural perfume was delicious in my nostrils as I licked her slit. She had already been wet, and I made her wetter until she gasped and pulled away from my questing tongue.

She slid down to center herself over my leaking prick. She took me in her hand and guided me to her steamy entrance. "It's time, Jack. Time for me to have you all the way inside me."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, praying that she was. "Last chance to back out—"

In answer she sat back on my rigid staff and the head popped into her. She wiggled her hips, taking me deeper until she gasped. I held perfectly still, letting her set the pace. She kissed me languorously as she fucked my cock, letting the head of it prod her maidenhead at the end of each stroke. I felt her tightness relax in tiny increments, her hymen dilating to accept the tip of my penis until suddenly she thrust down hard and at least half my dick was drawn into her slick tunnel. She gasped and laid her head on my chest, holding me tight within her hot depths.

"Jack?" she whispered.

"Yes, my love?" I desperately hoped that she was not going to ask me to stop now.

"I think I'm not a virgin any more, Jack."

"I noticed."

She rocked back a little farther and my cock expanded her velvet sheath gradually. Little by little she took more of me until I was completely embedded within her. We held each other for a long time until she relaxed against me and I began to move, slowly at first, short, gentle strokes.

She began to meet my thrusts, gasping at the end of each, until I was easily sliding half my length in and out of her in a steady rhythm. Drops of sweat fell from her brow onto my chest to mingle with my own film of perspiration. Blood surged in my eardrums like thundering surf.

"I'm going to come, Sweetheart," I groaned. "Do you want—"

"I want you to come inside me, Jack," she gasped. "I want you to fill me up with hot cum."

My swollen cock erupted deep within her, spurting my hot seed directly into her womb. It was a total body orgasm for me, and I nearly lost consciousness. She rocked gently against me, her tight snatch milking me dry.

"Did you...?" I finally murmured.

"A little. But it was wonderful, Jack. I love you so much. It was even more than I had hoped for. And much better than any dream."

"Let me make it even better for you." I started to ease my softening cock out of her grasping pussy.

She pushed her hips firmly down to hold me captive within her. "Stay inside me, Jacky. You'll have plenty of chances to make me come." I felt her smile against my chest. "We have to do it seven times before morning, you know."

"Who told you that? I never heard—"

"I just made it up." She licked my nipple. "But it seems like a good idea. Seven is a very important number. And we want to start off right. Sooo..." She began to rock against me again and my cock quickly returned to full tumescence. Spent cum gushed out of her and soaked my balls.

***************************

I awoke with Jennifer in my arms, our bodies sticky with sweat and cum. She smiled up at me as I brushed the hair away from her eyes. "We're still here, Jack. Right where we belong."

I looked around at the small room suffused with pale light from the smoke hole. The fire was long dead, and the ashes swirled with the occasional breath of wind that invaded our homely shelter. Tommy and Mary Louise were still asleep, she crouching above him with her head pillowed on his chest, her flaming locks in glorious profusion across her back and shoulders.

Jennifer and I held each other, dozing off and on until Tommy said, "You two going to sleep all day? We need to go to water. Besides, there's someone here who needs to take a wicked piss, and somehow I know just exactly who it is."

Jennifer giggled. "Move, Husband. Tommy is not the only one."

Tommy and I crept out of the guest house and hurried to a convenient spot in the woods where we relieved our bladders. "Jesus Chrymus, Dude. That was a night I'll never forget," Tommy said, shaking his fat prick. I noticed him wince as he adjusted his foreskin.

I nodded. "Jennifer decided we needed to do it seven times for luck. Not sure if we managed that, but it was close to it."

"You're not sure? Weren't you involved?"

"I certainly was. Intimately. But I was at least partially unconscious for some of it."

The morning was still young, but the village was already bustling with activity. Dog bounded up beside us and leaned against my leg.

"I really want to go to water, Dude. What are our wives waiting for, anyway?"

"I assume they're comparing notes," I said. "But they are going to have to come out soon. I'm sure nature is calling them too."

Sure enough, Mary Louise and Jennifer came crawling out of the guest house and ran, hand in hand, to another nearby spot in the woods, their free hands cupped under their dripping pussies.

"Owww-eee!" I heard Jennifer exclaim. "That really burns! I'm rubbed raw down there."

"Are you complaining?" Mary Louise giggled.

"No. Just wondering when I'll be able to do it again."

"Did you use the stuff the Blue woman gave you?"

"No, I forgot all about it. But I'm ready to use it now, if I can find it."

"Is there enough for both of us?"

Moments later they joined us and we followed the path to the river, where we all waded in, ritually bathed each other, and sang our morning song. We felt peaceful, balanced, and full of love as we came out of the water and walked, naked and dripping, back to the guest house. I had hoped we might escape the notice of the townsfolk and slip back inside for a morning nap, but no such luck.

The seven clan mothers waited expectantly outside the little mud building. "So the women are still able to walk this morning!" one of them cackled. "They must have chosen very lazy men!"

"Or perhaps their we-sa's were so stubborn that the men gave up," another offered.

Wrinkly old Wild Potato mother stepped forward and grasped my dangling cock, milking it deftly. "No, this one has been drained as dry as a buffalo cow's teats in the Starving Moon," she said. "Too bad for me." They all howled with laughter.

"Enough of your screeching!" Blue Clan mother said irritably. She turned to Jennifer. "Did it go well for you, granddaughter?"

"O-sta ho-wa," Jennifer said in Tsa-la-gi, blushing. 

"A-yee!" the old ladies screeched. "Very well, she says!" 

Gi-tli wriggled around in the crowd, receiving pats from everyone and grinning her snaggletoothed smile. "Stinky animal," Jennifer said.

"A traveler arrived in the night," Blue Clan mother told Jennifer. "She is anxious to speak with you. We brought you these dresses. And new breechclouts for the men. You should dress now, and I will send her to you. Now go home, you old crones!" she said, shooing at the other clan mothers. "You can tease the children later!"

I bent to crawl into the guest house but Jennifer grabbed my arm. "You guys stay out here. Mary Louise and I have lady business to tend to." She shoved two folded deer hide breechclouts into my hands. "Get dressed and stay away from that Wild Potato lady. I don't like the way she looks at you."

"Yeah, I think she's hot for your schwantz, Dude," Tommy said admiringly. "Kind of reminds me of that Italia bitch. Only crinklier. You got to let me in on your secret, Dude."

Jennifer glared at him. "He still has two strikes, Tommy. And the count stands, even in this world."

When the girls were inside we put the breechclouts on and squatted next the mud wall of the house. "I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't mention Italia again, Dude," I said. "All that was just a dream."

"Just a dream? What's the difference?"

I pondered that question. "Don't know. But she ain't coming here, I do know that."

"Hey, look at that!" Tommy exclaimed, pointing toward the center of the village. "Here comes Vholes! And it looks like he has a woman with him."

I stood up and shaded my eyes with my hand. It was Vholes, all right. And the woman with him was Anna Crowley.



Seducing Jennifer Pt. 36



The following is fiction.  No sexual acts occur between humans under the age of 18.

If you haven't been reading this series, don't bother with this.  It explains why things happened the way they did.

And there's no sex, so don't hold your breath waiting for it.

*****

I stood up as the couple approached. Vholes was clad in a ragged breechclout and Anna was wearing a short doeskin tunic. She carried a pack on her back, but it wasn't an ordinary burden-basket. It looked more like a cradle-board.

I ducked into the guest house. "You need to get out here now, Jennifer—"

My lovely wife was sitting on the edge of our bed with her legs spread wide. Mary Louise was squatting in front of her, apparently examining her pussy.

"Get out, Jack!" Jennifer squealed.

"No, really. There's someone coming, and...I'm pretty sure it's your mother."

I ducked back out and stood up. Anna recognized me and ran into my outstretched arms.

"Oh, Jacky! You really made it!"

She lifted her radiantly beautiful face to me and I kissed her lips tenderly.

She shrugged out of her backpack and held it up to me. It was a cradle-board. And there was a baby laced into it.

Jennifer came out of the guest house with Mary Louise close behind her. They were both dressed in pretty doeskin tunics.

"Mom?" Jennifer gasped. "Oh my God, Mom!"

She ran to Anna and embraced her. Anna handed the cradle-board to me and took Jennifer in her arms. "I've missed you, Sweetie. But everything is OK now. Don't cry."

"But I was so worried! And you missed my wedding..." Jennifer sobbed into Anna's blond hair.

I looked at the baby in the cradle basket I was holding. Little brown child with blue-ringed black irises. Kind of cute, if you liked that sort of thing.

Tommy stooped to look into the baby's face and offered it his finger. It pursed its lips and looked back at him solemnly. "Kind of looks like you, Dude. Strange-looking eyes on the little toad, though."

The women were involved in a group hug, sobbing and babbling all at the same time. Vholes slithered over and stood next to Tommy and me.

"A little addition to the family, what?" Vholes grinned. "Children are always a benefit to the clan."

"How did you find Anna so quickly?" I asked. "And where did the baby come from?"

Vholes waived his bony hand. "I'd rather answer all your questions at once. Perhaps we should go inside while the women become reacquainted? I shall require a pot of hot water...I fear that I am rather fatigued."

We crawled into the hut and sat cross-legged around the fire pit. Vholes quickly assembled a small pyramid of sticks over a wad of dry tinder and struck sparks into it. He soon had it glowing brightly.

He warmed his hands over the tiny fire and carefully added more sticks. "Would that it did not take so long to heat water here," he said. "Some of the conveniences of other worlds are sorely missed."

"I could probably bum some water from the cook shack in town," Tommy offered.

"That would be most welcome, Master Thomas," Vholes said gratefully. "We will await your return before going into specifics."

After Tommy had left Vholes said to me, "Did the initial marital exchange go well for you, Master Jack? Any problems?"

"It was spectacular," I grinned.

"I would imagine so. When souls have merged, the subsequent joinder of bodies tends to be...well, as you say, spectacular." His bony face softened in the firelight, and I thought I saw a thin smile of fond remembrance cross his lips.

"Pardon me if I rest my eyes, and my souls, for a few moments, Jack. Perhaps you wish to do the same. I expect you had a rather...active...night."

I rested my hands on my knees and stared into the fire. Secrets seemed to hide within its glowing core, and the leaping tongues of flame sought to provide clues to the mystery, but I could not decipher them. I closed my eyes and let my mind open to the faint voices of my souls.

Tommy came back in with a large gourd full of hot water. "I came as quickly as I could," he explained, "but nobody had anything really hot so I had to wait—"

The women crowded in behind him, joyous smiles on their tear-stained faces. Mary Louise carried the baby, crooning to it, and making it grizzle happily. Anna took the cradle-board and hung it on a post where it could see her before sitting down next to Vholes and leaning her head on his shoulder.

Tommy and Mary Louise sat down close together and Jennifer sat close to me, hugging my arm.

Vholes added herbs to the pot of water and tossed a pinch onto the fire as well. "So where to begin," he said wearily. "It is difficult to know, when there is no true beginning. All life is a circle, as is our world, and the paths of the sun and moon. They rise, they fall, we live, we die, and then it all starts again. Matter and energy are conserved, as are souls and consciousness. The plant and animal people know this well, and accept it without question. We humans, perhaps, are not so wise."

He stirred the pot with a twig. "Philosophers have debated the meaning and mechanism of this since the earliest appearance of humans on this planet. And it has been the same on many others. In the world where we all once lived, physicists search for a single unified theory of the universe, but perhaps Descartes had already found it when he succinctly stated, 'cogito ergo sum;' 'I think, therefore I am.'"

"I know one of you is going to ask me, did we all die and perhaps go to heaven?" He sighed. "I wish you wouldn't, because I don't know. Any explanation I could manufacture would be woefully inadequate. So I will ask you, do you think? Do you feel? Do you have memories?"

We all looked at each other, nodding.

"Then you exist. In this time and place. And that is what is most important."

My mind seethed with unanswered questions. "But...we once existed in two different places. In the dream world, and in what we thought of as the 'real' world...but now it seems that we exist only in this world, wherever or whatever it is. But I seem to have memories of both existences. Did one version of me...die?"

Vholes shook his head. "Our cases are special and unique to us, as far as I know. You and I, Jack, have long lived a bifurcated existence in two worlds simultaneously, and we have full memories of both. You attempted to block your abilities from your mind, dismissing your ancient memories as mere dreams. I did not."

"Let us drink tea. It may help promote understanding, or if not that, acceptance."

He ladled out tea in a gourd dipper and passed it around the circle. We each took seven small sips.

"Perhaps I was fortunate, perhaps cursed. I was abandoned by my mother but was fortunate enough to be raised by my grandmother, who was a Cherokee and who lived as traditional a life as was possible at that time. We observed the ancient traditions, the dances and the songs, and we lived close to the earth." He cleared his throat and dipped up more tea for himself.

"My dreams were never dismissed as fantasy by my grandmother. We discussed them as if they were any other natural events, and with the help of her Dreamwalker tea we often traveled other worlds together. We both learned many things in our travels, but one persistent legend shaped both my lives."

"In ancient, ancient times it was said that the first people, the a-ni Ketuwah, came to this world from somewhere up there." He waved toward the smoke-hole. "Far above the sky-dome, from a place near the center of the constellation we now call 'Orion's Belt.'"

"This was during the times when, as other legends have it, 'the world was new, and all the plants and animals could talk the same as people.' These explorers, if that's what they were, came in the form of four beautiful young people. They were represented by the colors bronze, black, red, and gold. And the spot where they arrived was here, where the sacred mound now lies."

He looked at each of us in turn, his yellow eyes glowing in the firelight. "They travelled throughout this world the Creator had made and they found it good. They made certain arrangements and left two new humans behind, people you will recognize from the story you know so well—Se-lu and Ka-na-ti, Corn Woman and Lucky Hunter." 

'After the explorers had left, toward what destination no one knows, unpleasant things came into this world. We've all heard the story." He took another dipper of cooling tea. "Anyone?" He offered it around.

Anna took the dipper and drank, then got up and went to the baby, moistening its lips with the tea before returning to her spot next to Vholes. She refilled the dipper and passed it to Tommy.

"Now we know that the stories are not perfectly recorded throughout the millennia, at least not in a form we can easily recognize. No Tsa-la-gi can hear the story of Se-lu and Ka-na-ti without feeling the thrum of a sympathetic chord deep within him. So apparently something is still there, perhaps recorded in our DNA."

"But the details...these are soon forgotten. Few remember, but some of the Ancient Ones said that the four explorers told Se-lu before they left that they would return, when the ani Kituwah needed them most."

"When I made my vision quest at the age of twelve winters, with my grandmother's help, I fasted and prayed until a misty form appeared to me and told me many things. Some I cannot share with you, but one I can—my mission in both my existences was to help the explorers return to Kituwah."

He looked at each of us with owlish eyes. "I think I have done that. I have worked long and hard, and my time in these bodies is nearly at an end. So you may believe me when I say I am proud to see before me Tsa-k'-yi; he nodded to me, A-de-la da-lo-ni-ge, Guh-hna-ge, and Gi-ga-ge." He pointed to Jennifer, Tommy and Mary Louise in turn. "The bronze, the gold, the black, and the red."

"Tsa-k'-yi," I murmured. "Almost like 'Jacky.'" The sound of my true name, the one to be kept secret, set my souls to humming joyfully.

"Quite," Vholes nodded. "I don't suppose I need to tell you that this information must be kept only among the six of us. Others may suspect, but they must not be told. Indeed one wise woman already believes." He smiled. "The Blue Clan mother is a valuable ally. Keep her close to you."

He stretched his long legs and massaged his knees. "Now I'm sure there are specific details you would like, and I'll try to answer a few questions, if I can. But I would like you to be brief." He put his hand on Anna's knee. "Anna and I have some things we need to discuss privately."

"Mother of Pearl," Tommy said. "The whole thing is just wildly implausible. I mean, the four of us somehow wound up in the same town at the same crappy private school? By coincidence?"

"Oh no, Thomas." Vholes smiled hideously, and I saw the War Chief in his face. "No coincidence, although I cannot be certain that events would not have managed to occur without my help. How did your mother come to live in that house, Thomas?"

"I don't really know. I guess she came from California, but my Dad...I don't even know who he was. Mom inherited the house; I'm not sure who from, but she always said it was all she had and we were going to live there until I was on my own."

"Perhaps she inherited it from a distant relative she never knew," Vholes said. "She was most fortunate when an attorney tracked her down and told her about it. And how is it, Thomas, that you attended a private school, when your mother is a destitute alcoholic surviving on the public dole?"

"I got a scholarship," Tommy said defensively. "For under-privileged minorities."

"Funded by the school?"

"No, some anonymous rich guy. Oh." He looked at Vholes and grinned. "Thank you for that. But the school sucked, by the way."

"What about me?" I demanded. "I was stolen from my real mother and sold to white people. Did you arrange that too?"

Vholes shook his head. "You drew the others to you, Jack. You were the first one I found, when I was the attorney assigned to assist with an investigation into the trade in Cherokee infants. My souls recognized you in your crib, and I knew what had to be done."

"Then why didn't you—"

Vholes held up a bony hand. "I tried, Jack. But no one particularly cared outside of the Cherokee Nation. The US Government certainly did not. Their official policy was still 'Kill the Indian, Save the Man.' They thought putting you in a white home was the best thing that could happen to you." He sighed. "And perhaps, in your case, they were right. Your mother did not live long, Jack. She was troubled in her souls and did not wish to suffer any more. Her only concern was that you would survive."

"My father?"

Vholes shrugged. 

"Only rumor," he grinned.

"And I'm guessing you had something to do with my dad getting that fantastic job offer that moved us all the way from Boston when I was three," Mary Louise broke in.

Vholes nodded. "Buying, selling, trading favors. I lived in that world and am sick unto death with it. But my efforts speak for themselves, I think. Anyone have any problems with my meddling? Berate me now or forever hold your peace."

"What about Mom?" Jennifer asked. "Surely you didn't arrange for her to...be controlled by that awful little man."

"Not exactly—" Vholes began.

"I'll cover this, Simon, if you don't mind," Anna said. She stood and went to the baby, unlacing the cradle-board and returning to her seat with the infant in her arms.

She dropped one shoulder of her tunic, exposed her breast, and began feeding the baby. She combed his fine black hair with her fingers as she spoke.

"I guess Jack knows more about this than Jennifer does, and I'm sorry. I meant to tell you, Sweetie, but it just never seemed like the right time." She nodded at Jennifer and briefly repeated what she had previously told me of her early history. 

"Simon didn't get me into that mess, but he did try to get me out of it. I was too stubborn to listen to him when he tried to make me understand how important you were going to be to the ani Kituwah."

"Not to take credit from Simon, because he has done a lot, but other forces were at work when I ended up being 'adopted' by Hyman Hershkowitz. I got there on my own—but coincidence? Hard to believe. My chances of dying on the street were far greater than anything else. And then came Hyman, looking for a girl he could completely control."

"Guess he kind of miscalculated that time," Tommy grinned.

"Quite," Vholes said.

"And then came Simon," Anna smiled. "At one of Hymie's parties. He was handling some case, I can't remember the details, and Hymie was desperately trying to influence the judge. He offered me to the judge but that backfired because it turned out the judge preferred boys."

"He was running out of time so then he thought maybe he could get his opponent's attorney, Simon, to throw the case. So he got Simon out to the lake house and assigned me to him for the night." She bumped her shoulder against Vholes affectionately.

"Simon was horrified, of course. But I begged him to take me so I wouldn't get assigned to someone else. That's the first time he gave me Dreamwalker tea. And we came here, together." She switched the baby to her other breast.

"I was somewhat more attractive in those days," Vholes added wryly.

"Before anyone asks," Anna continued, "yes, we were lovers. Both in this world and in the other. From time to time. And Simon was more than "somewhat more attractive." Before he got sick he was every bit as fine a specimen of Cherokee manhood as Jack, here.

He asked me to leave Hyman many times, and I know he would have seen that Jennifer and I were taken care of, but I was determined to make Hymie pay for what he'd done. 

I didn't really believe in the dreams, you see, even after having been here so many times. And I knew Simon was convinced that Jennifer was one of the chosen, but I wasn't. Still, I let her spend time with Jack, and really hoped that they would end up together, because they seemed to be perfect together."

"But—" Jennifer chewed at her lower lip, "where have you been lately? On your vision quest? And in the other world?"

"I left that other world before you did, dear," Anna said, putting the baby on her shoulder and patting its back. "Simon did the ceremony for me...and the story about my 'dream quest' was not exactly true. I knew I was going to have a baby before Simon merged my souls. And I didn't want that to interfere with the journey the four of you were about to take..."

My mouth went dry and I held Jennifer close against me. "So who was the father?" I asked quietly.

Anna and Vholes looked at each other.

"Only rumor, " they said in unison.

The baby burped loudly and Anna laid him in her lap. He gurgled at her, his tiny fists waiving in the air. "Oh, he's such a little fighter!" Anna cooed, batting at his little fists with a finger. "Maybe we should call him I-na-ge u-ta-su-ni."

I shivered and my skin broke out in goose-pimples. "Wild Boy," I whispered.

Vholes fixed me with his cat-like stare. "The old stories need not play out the same way in every cycle, Jack. Indeed, the stories are not necessarily accurate after millennia of oral repetition. And they are never to be taken dogmatically. They hold truth, but not all truth. This Wild Boy's mother did not throw him away."

"I'm just wondering," Tommy said, "not that I particularly care, but what happened to all Hymie's money?"

"Oh, that," Anna said airily, playing with the baby's toes. "I took care of that before I left that defiled world. Some of it went to the Cherokee Heritage Center, some to the tribal medical center, some to the Kituwah Night Hawk Society, some to Simon's office to be used for certain charitable things...this and that. I made sure none of it went anywhere that Hymie would have approved of, though. Told you I was stubborn."

"Who was the woman that got burned up in Mr. Hershkowitz's limo?" Mary Louise asked. "I was so afraid it was you."

"She got really unlucky, poor thing," Anna said sadly. "I have no idea who she was and I doubt that anyone else did either. When I dumped Hymie, he decided he would just replace me, and he knew that strip club was full of teenage runaways, because he owned a big chunk of it. 

So I'm guessing he picked one, probably one that looked a lot like me, and was about to take her to his place when one of his nasty little friends decided he'd had enough of Hymie's double-dealing and black-mailing, and...boom. End of Hymie, his driver, and some pitiful little girl."

"But it could have been you, Mom!" Jennifer squeaked, tears starting in her eyes. "If you had waited just a few more days to do what you did—"

"Oh, I had some advice on that," Anna smiled, looking up at Simon. "And I had enough sense to follow it this time."

Vholes cleared his throat. 

"I have no wish to take credit where it is not due," he said. "Did my meager efforts have some effect on bringing you all together here? I suppose they did. But if I had not lent a hand here and there, I believe things would have worked out anyway.

The cycle of existence is eternal. As what begins must end, so what ends must begin again, as night follows day and death follows life. Is this the work of the Creator? Perhaps. Or perhaps it's just the way things are. Everything must be balanced by its opposite."

"It's just really strange that this is happening to me, one out of 7 billion people on this...or that...planet. Why me? Why not someone prettier, or skinnier, or smarter?" Mary Louise said. "It's just so insanely unlikely!"

"People have been asking that question for millennia, dear. Why did my souls decide to enter this particular body, when the odds were so high of them choosing another? It's the lottery of life. 




Seducing Jennifer Pt. 36



I suppose a quantum physicist could explain it better. But I doubt that we'd be able to understand the explanation. For our purposes, we can just accept that what is, is and must be to maintain balance in the universe."

I exhaled noisily. "I guess the biggest question I have left is: Supposing we are the four people prophesied to come to help the ani Kituwah,and I'm not saying I'm sure of that, what exactly is it that we're supposed to do to for them?"

Vholes coughed and I heard it rattle deep in his chest. "I'm afraid it is your destiny to find out for yourself, Jack.

Of course I have long speculated on that very subject and done a great deal of research. I believe it is possible that you can be a great help just by being yourselves.

What year do you think we inhabit, children? In this place and time."

I searched my memories. There was no way of knowing. "I don't know," I admitted. "I never thought about it. A long time before 2014, anyway."

The others nodded agreement.

"What if I told you the year was somewhere around 1520?" Vholes asked. "It could be even later. Not much, I hope, because you will need time to prepare."

He sat silently, staring at the fire.

"Prepare for what?" Tommy prompted him.

"It appears that Hernando de Soto and his army of diseased ruffians first made contact with the Cherokee people in 1540," Vholes said. "It was the beginning of our near extinction."

"So we just start training an army, and when the bastards get here we waste them all," Tommy said. "And when more come, we do them too, until they decide to quit coming."

"That would be one way, Thomas," Vholes said, "and I believe that military preparation, in the traditional manner, would be most advisable. But I have been War Chief, and I have been responsible for the deaths of scores of men. I found that killing is seldom worth the price that must be paid. Balance must be maintained, and that basic, eternal requirement is often satisfied only by more death."

Vholes shifted on his seat. "You've all had the usual childhood vaccinations, I believe?" he said innocuously.

We all nodded.

"So you all are immune to the diseases that killed 90% or more of the Cherokees within a few years of first contact. I suspect that is an important consideration here. You may want to ponder that at your leisure."

He stood up and helped Anna to her feet. "My old bones cannot rest here any longer, children. I must needs bid you all adieu,for once again I have miles to go before I sleep."

Vholes and Anna left the guesthouse, Anna carrying the baby.

Jennifer crept into my lap and Tommy and Mary Louise held each other close as we all stared into the flickering fire. I found no answers there, only a host of questions. I wondered if the others saw as many questions and as few answers as did I.

After some time Anna came back into the guest house with the baby. She stood over me and Jennifer, and said softly, "Daughter?"

Jennifer looked up at her.

"I know last night was your wedding night, and I'm sure you will want to tell me all about it." Anna drew a deep breath. "But would you mind if I spent some time alone with our husband? You could join us later if you like...but I need a few hours with him first."

"Mo-ommm!" Jennifer wailed.

My conscienceless prick twitched beneath my breechclout and she glared at me.

"Oh all right," she said grudgingly. "I need to go see about helping out with the cooking anyway. But I'll have you know I was thinking about having a nap first."

"She's always thinking about having a nap first," Mary Louise whispered to Tommy.

He chuckled and squeezed Mary Louise's plump breast. "Unlike you," he whispered back.

Anna helped Jennifer to her feet and handed her the baby. "Thank you daughter. I wouldn't ask if—"

"If you weren't horny as hell," Jennifer said sweetly. She held the baby in one arm and tickled its drooling chin. "He's such a precious little Wild Boy, yes he is! He won't grow up to be a naughty little nosy-pants, will he?"

Tommy stood up and raised Mary Louise to her feet. 

"I got to go drain the monster, Dude," he said to me. "Maybe we'll be back in a few hours."

"I better go with you in case it gets out of hand," Mary Louise giggled. "That Wild Potato lady might be hiding behind a bush out there."

I stood up and faced Anna as they all left the house.

She extended a small, trembling hand to me, and I took it and kissed it tenderly. She came into my arms and the next kiss took my breath away.

"Oh, Jacky," she whispered against my naked chest, "I've missed you so!"

"And I've missed you too. And you know we were worried sick about you—"

"I know and I'm so sorry. But if I had told you, you wouldn't have believed me. But all that's over now-"

I kissed her more deeply, then led her to the bed and removed her doeskin tunic. She was naked and perfect, her full breasts standing out proudly. I discarded my breechclout and lifted her onto the bed.

When she came into my arms I felt like I had come home at last.





Seducing John



For all the men who aren't picture perfect and all the women that took the time to notice them anyway. 

*

I have no idea when it was that I met him, though it seems as though I have known him forever. We have yet to touch each other in a sexual way, but my wish is that one day we will do so. Who am I talking about you may wonder? His name is John and I sit with him every day on my lunch break at the same diner where we met. 

What started as a polite smile became a polite "Hi. How are you?" and then before I knew it, we were sitting together for lunch talking quite openly about all areas of our lives and going out occasionally as friends to the movies or for a dinner after work. The only touches we had shared was a courteous hand on my back as he led me into a room or a touch on my arm to bring my attention to something else.

As near as I can remember we have been friends for the last six months or so, though it is really so hard to figure out since there wasn't a day that we met. Was just a slow building of a friendship, two people who sit alone every day for lunch deciding it would be more fun to share lunch with someone else. He isn't what I would normally consider myself drawn to. Though he did have the tall dark and handsome parts down, he was slightly overweight by most standards and was very down on himself because of it. 

Many women had hurt John in the past, it showed in his relationship with me that he always expected the "other shoe to drop", and I would be gone. We had spoken of it quite often and I just could not express to him enough to make it believable that sometimes a woman could look past what she saw on the outside and see the great person that he is inside. 

Anyway, I'm not sure when it began to change on my part, but I found that I desperately wanted to prove to myself and to him that some women could and would find him appealing. It began simply enough, I noticed his hands one day, and began to wonder what they would feel like touching me. His job wasn't so much manual labor so I had the impression that his hands would be soft as they caressed me. I knew it to be true from the time I had worn a backless shirt and John's hand touched me on the small of my back as he lead me into the movie theater last time we went out for a movie. I wanted to feel those hands on other parts of my body. I had to figure out how to make it happen.

I know as surely as I sit here typing this though that he will never make a first move on me. If I want things to go further then I am definitely going to have to be the first one to make a move on him. I knew that he would never let on to me that he found me attractive for fear that I would find fault with him. I wasn't sure how I was going to be able to seduce him without putting myself out on a limb and it being myself instead who would crash and burn. I know that as of yet he hadn't remotely let on that he found me appealing in the physical sense and lets face it, I would be lying to myself if I said that I was super model perfect. I have flaws myself, a few extra pounds here and there and not enough in other areas; he may not even want me.

I had to find a way to look beyond that fear of what he may think of me, I had to feel his hands upon me his cock buried deeply inside me. Therefore, I sat down and tried to come up with the perfect idea for seducing him. Since we had spoken so often and so freely about our wants and desires, I felt sure that I knew what would turn him on enough to make him want to be seduced.

So with this in mind, I began planning the seduction of John in as much detail as I could manage without letting on that I was doing so while we continued to meet up at the diner and talk every day in the same way that we had always done. I planned while we talked how I would dress for him and how I would touch him slightly more intimately than I had done before and try to get his mind more focused on sex and less on being the polite man that I had come to know him as.

I finally settled on the night I wanted my plans to come together, there was a new movie showing at the theater and we had both mentioned wanting to see it. A couple days before, I began wearing my more revealing shirts; you know the ones with the low cut necklines and form fitting to show the curves of a woman's breasts. I was seeking his approval, a visual clue that he liked what I was showing. Always the perfect gentleman, his eyes never lingered any longer than necessary on anything below my chin and I figured that I was really going to have my work cut out for me as I invited him to the movie and then back to my place for dinner afterwards. He readily agreed that it would be fun to do that and said how he was looking forward to it. I had the thought, "No where near as much as I am." 

Finally, the day in question arrived. I took the afternoon off from work so that after our lunch date at the diner I could go home and began to prepare for our night together. I decided to wear a dress that he had mentioned liking in the past one day when I had worn it to work. Nothing fancy, just a simple red dress with a tight fitting bodice that stopped just above the knee. It was actually very conservative by some standards especially considering the night I had planned out for him, but since he had stated he liked the way it looked on me in the past I chose to wear it for him.

By the time we were suppose to meet at the movie theater, I had showered and shaved leaving a little landing strip of hair over my pussy. As I shaved, It occurred to me that I wasn't sure whether he liked a full bush or a bald pussy and wondered how as of yet we had not discussed that when I had thought we had discussed most things. I prefer a bald pussy to hair but since it had been a while since I had been with someone else, I had let it grow out a little to save on time spent shaving, now having myself shaved for the most part, I could already feel my pussy growing wet with the thoughts of what would come. My only hope was that he would be willing once I really began to make my move.

I also had dinner finished and waiting, nothing much since it would have to stay in the oven while I was away, lest we have to spend all of our time this evening preparing dinner rather than preparing him for what I hoped would be desert. The only thing I would have to prepare with the roast that was going to simmer in the oven on low while I was away would be to throw the salad together upon my return home. That suited me just fine; I would seek his help in my small kitchen making sure that I bumped up against him as often as possible without making him feel crowded out. 

As, I walked out and got into my car heading to meet him I could feel my pussy tingling with the hopes of what was to come and I wondered how I would be able to get through the night without letting him know what I had planned.

I arrived at the movie theater and saw him standing out front waiting for me and I had to think again, of how different he was from other men that I had been with. All of us women seem to fall for the trim well-built man and here I was drawn for the first time to a man who wasn't perfect but who I felt some sort of connection to. What I felt had nothing to do with the physical side of things at first, but I now wanted to seduce so that I could feel his hands upon me. 

When I walked up to meet him and he smiled at me in greeting, I couldn't stop myself from kissing his cheek as we always did when meeting up outside of the diner, though this time, I kissed a little closer to his lips and lingered a moment or two longer than I usually would let it last. As he ushered me inside with that hand against my back as always I wondered if he had noticed it, and still had to wonder what his response would be when we arrived back at my house.

As we watched the movie, I let my armrest against his on the armrest, occasionally moving my hand against his in subtle movements and wondering if he noticed the change in what I was doing. I was so nervous and seeking any kind of hint from him that he was willing to be seduced that I was glad when the movie finally ended so we could head back to my house and put the rest of my plans into action. 

We parted ways at the theater and with in a few minutes we were at my house. I recommended that he help me to prepare the salad while I worked to make the dressing and he readily agreed. I made sure to brush against him quite often, if only my arm was touching him. He continued as if nothing were going on so I continued to do it more. Quite honestly, I was enjoying the fact that I was working to seduce him and anticipating what was still to come in my plans on how to get a response out of him.

During dinner, we shared just general small talk, the talk of two people comfortable in each other's company, and I hoped that no matter which way my little seduction game ended that we would still have this friendship between us. Not realizing until that moment how much I would be risking if he didn't want to be with me and was angry that I had made such a bold move towards him. 

After dinner, I hurriedly put the dishes in the dishwasher to clean them and invited him into the living room for a while longer. He agreed that he could stay for a while longer but probably should be going before too late. I wondered if my plans would be interrupted so chose to speed up the process of seduction a little bit.

I told him that I had found a great story that I thought would appeal to him since in the past, we had spoken of erotic stories and I felt certain that he would enjoy it as well. He asked me which site, and I told him that I didn't remember which site I had found it on but since I had enjoyed it so much, I had printed it out and would be willing to let him read it. He looked somewhat embarrassed as I handed it to him to read and I figured that the reason was he would become turned on by the erotic story and probably didn't want me to see it. I had to hold back the chuckle as I told him that I needed to go freshen up and would do so while he read the story. 

While he was reading, I was preparing myself for the next part of my little surprise. I had decided to put on a pale pink silk nighty that I had with only a pair of pink lace panties underneath. I knew that the nighty was almost see through if I was in the right lighting, but that would work well with what I hoped was to come. While I was getting dressed, I couldn't help but think of the story I had found for him to read. He is a typical man in his desires, one huge fantasy he has is of two women together though I am not sure how we came about that discussion, I know he had been honest with me about it. I generally avoid those kinds of stories though I admit that finding the threesome story for him had brought me some pleasure as well and now knowing that he was reading it in the living room and probably becoming turned on by it. I began to feel even more wetness between my legs as I wondered if just I would do to take care of what the story begins for him.

Before entering the living room, I turn on the light in the connecting room so that as I enter the room and say how sorry I was but that dress had been uncomfortable and how I hoped he wouldn't mind my getting into something more comfortable, the light shining behind me would make the nighty almost transparent showing the outline of my body underneath it. The light on in the living room already would give the hint of darkened nipples underneath the nighty once I sat down next to him, which I fully planned to do. 

He didn't disappoint me this time, as I walked in and said my little speech, his eyes lingered just a little bit longer than was gentlemanly and I had to hold back the smile at how easy this may be after all. I asked him if he had finished the story and he replied that he was almost finished and that it was very good. He also hoped I had given the person some good feedback on it and I replied that I had as I sat down on the couch next to him. I sat with my body facing towards him and one leg drawn up under myself. Sitting this way, I was able to lean my chest towards him to pretend to view the story and see where he was at while using my arm, supposedly as a prop to keep myself from leaning in too far. In all actuality, using it to push my tits closer together and allowing him to glimpse down inside the neckline of my nighty. One glance down from me and I could almost see the brown tips and I felt them stiffen in response to the view he must be getting.

I pretended to read that way for a moment allowing him plenty of time to catch a glimpse of the view I offered and then I leaned back away from him and stretched, knowing that my still hardened nipples couldn't be hidden by the nighty when the stretch pulled it tight across my chest.

"It is going to get much hotter than what you are reading right now." I say in reference to the story as I finish my stretch. "Reading that story turned me on so much. I was very impressed with the job they did writing it." I remark casually. 

I lean back over towards him this time resting my hand on his thigh as I pretend once again to read all the while glancing down towards his crotch and guessing at how hardened he is becoming. As the story heated up more, I began rubbing my hand against his thigh, and watched as a slight bulge began to form in the front of his pants.

The story finally finished he excused himself to run to the little boys room and I smiled openly knowing that he was hoping to allow himself a moment to settle everything down lest I realize how aroused he really was. Little did he realize that him settling down was the last thing I wanted for him to succeed in doing.

When he stepped out of the bathroom I was standing there once again sure that he could see the outline of my body through the thin nighty that I wore. I watched a moment as he looked at me from head to toe quickly before I questioned if he had enjoyed the story as much as I had, to which he replied, "Yes, they did very well with that story. Thank you for showing it to me." 

"No thanks are needed. I am just glad that you enjoyed reading it."

"I did, very much. I do think it is time for me to head out though."

"Why the rush? I though that we could we could talk more or see if we could find something else to do."

"Umm. No really, I think I should go."

Laughing I tease, "Did the story get to you that good?"

Blushing slightly he tried to deny that it had an effect on him.

"Well, if that didn't work for you, did my nighty and my hand on your thigh work?"

I watched as his face reddened even more and he said once again that he really had to be going now. I wasn't ready for him to leave just yet so I question, "Haven't you ever thought of touching me?"

I see his eyes travel down the length of me again as he slightly nods his head.

"I have thought of you touching me as well. I want you to touch me. Are you ready to touch me tonight or do you really want to leave?"

He replied with, "I'm not sure that I should touch you. What happens if you don't like me touching you after I start?"

Laughing I state, "I don't think that will be a problem." As I walk towards him and lay my fingers upon his chest, taking the option of leaving away from him for the moment. "Please, touch me?"

"I'm not sure." He says.

I stand up on my tiptoes and lean in towards him, offering my lips to him, waiting to see what he does. When he continues to stand there, I reach up higher and place my lips against his. I feel him sigh a moment before his lips part slightly and not wasting time I urge him with my mouth to let my tongue come inside and explore his mouth, taste his kiss for the first time.

When finally he opens up and lets me inside and my tongue dives in not wasting a moment more, he finally lifts his arms and pulls me close to him almost crushing me now with the force of his apparent need to have me in his arms. As I attempt to pull back for breath and to see if he has changed his mind now, I am seduced as his tongue follows mine into my mouth for his own brand of casual tasting. 

By the time he finished sampling my mouth I felt ravaged, as if he couldn't have left any place inside my mouth untouched by him. With a sigh, he let go of me and I felt as though without his arms holding me I very well may fall. He said simply, "Thank you. I have wanted to do that for a long time now." 

I sensed him wanting to pull away further, maybe back out on what we had started and I knew that I couldn't let him do that or we may never find another moment so right. I step back anyway and before he had a chance to leave, I reached down and pulled my nighty up over my head, never taking my eyes off him. I watched his eyes take in the sight of me now exposed except for my pink lace panties that aren't very good at hiding what is underneath them.

With a groan he says, "You can't be sure about this. Look at me. Why do you want to do this to me?" 

I boldly state, "Because I want to feel your hands on me, all over me and because I want to feel your cock buried deeply inside me, and mainly because I know that you would never make the move to touch me without me showing you it was okay to do so. Please, touch me."

With that, he stepped towards me, wrapped his strong arms around me again, and once again thoroughly tasted what my mouth had to offer before moving his kisses down onto my neck. The hands that I had wanted so badly to feel now grasped my ass and pulled me closer to his body as if shielding me from the cold. I felt him wrapped around me and in that moment, his arms held me safe from all things and I never wanted him to let me go.

I felt a moment's disappointment when he did let go, until I realized it was only to lead me down the hallway and towards my bedroom. His hand upon my back guiding me, only this time was his bare hand upon my bare back and I knew what was going to happen when we reached the other room. My pussy responded to his touch on my back as it would to someone caressing it. I could feel my clit swelling and my body opening up to accept him inside me. 

When we reached the bed, I turned to face him and he looked at me as if asking if I was sure that I wanted this. In reply to his unspoken question, I reached out somewhat shyly for the first time and began to pull his tucked in shirt loose from his pants before reaching up to begin fumbling like a school girl with his shirt buttons. 

He stood watching me unbutton his shirt as if not sure how to respond to me. However, as I finished my tedious task (never had buttons seemed so hard to undo as it now did in my impatience to feel his body covering me) he seemed to finally realize that I did in fact want this as much as he did. Without warning, he pulled me to him and crushed my naked chest against his, his arms and chest warming my body before I even knew it was chilled. 

Since John is quite a bit taller than my five foot I had to tilt my head back at an almost uncomfortable angle in order to have his lips touching my again, but all thoughts of being uncomfortable soon fled as his tongue explored my mouth just as thoroughly as that first time. This time though it wasn't just the kiss that left me breathless. It was the sheer size of him pressed against me, the feel of his heated body warming me, and the touch of his hands as they moved down my back and once reaching my panty-covered ass his strong hands began to lift me up and closer to him.

As he lifted me up against him, he also stepped forward pushing me against the bed forcing me backwards onto it and I wonder where the shyness had went to. He pushed me backwards, urging me to lay down and he followed landing on top of me, I noticed how he was careful to keep the bulk of his weight shifted onto his knees on either side of mine and his arms which were somehow now to the side of me. 




Seducing John



He breaks the kiss and I watch as he stands up and lets his eyes travel over me, caressing me as his hands may do later. His eyes pause on my chest, seeming to take in the sight of it moving up and down with my breathing. This his eyes lower to the apex of my thighs. I wonder if he can see the wetness on the lace of my panties or if they hide at least that much from him.

He didn't give me long to ponder that thought before his hands reached out towards my panty covered pussy. His fingers ran lightly over the lace covering my mound, and I felt the excitement growing inside me, the increased wetness and the tingling as my clit swelled more in anticipation. I felt sure that it was already swollen enough that he would be able to see it standing above the lips of my pussy, begging for his attention. Still he didn't increase the speed or the pressure in which he touched me. His fingers teased me as it seemed that his finger was tracing the delicate lacy pattern covering my sex, and I wondered how I would respond if he continued to trace over it wandering off my mound and to some place even closer to my clit.

Again, I didn't have to wait long and his finger began tracing over my clit. His fingers only still lightly teased me and my hips began trying to grind onto his finger to increase the pressure without me being able to control it. It occurred to me that maybe I was no longer the one doing the seducing but that he in fact had taken over and was now seducing me. 

I was beginning to think that he was only going to tease me, when he finally reached to the waistband of my panties, and began with a little help from me to slide them down over my hips and off my legs. I knew that as he lifted my legs up almost chest high on him that he could easily see my wetness between the puffy lips of my pussy and I felt a moment's shyness over being so openly displayed before him.

He seemed to sense my discomfort and he set my feet down on the edge of the bed so that my knees were up in the air as if ready for him to join me. Then he leaned over top of me and kissed my mouth again, his tongue exploring the inside of my mouth and then inviting me to do the same to him. His body between my parted knees allowed me to feel the material of his pants roughly teasing my inner thighs and then also my pussy as he began a slight grinding against my, fueling my need even more.

As we broke for a breath of air, I heard him whisper that he had waited for too long and wanted to savor every minute of this. I smiled at how hard he must be trying to control himself, even though control wasn't what I wanted him to be trying to do at the moment. His lips traced a trail down my neck, nibbling all along the thick vein there, and further down, kissing the tops of each breast. He circled his tongue around each nipple avoiding contact with them and I found myself trying to push my chest up to force him to take my nipples in his mouth. 

When finally, he relented and pulled first one nipple into his mouth and then the other as his hands continued to work the neglected one, I thought for sure that I would explode if only he would touch my pussy. I had never felt so ready for any one to be inside me as I did at this moment with him. Still yet, even as I began begging him to bury his cock inside me, he continued to tease my nipples with his hands and mouth, driving me crazy with need.

I had to wonder how it had happened that I had planned to seduce him and now I was the one being driven crazy with need for him. I had expected to be the one in the lead and somehow when we reached the bedroom he had taken it upon himself to tease me to a higher point than anyone had done to me so far. Here I was laying on the bed and almost begging for him to bring relief to my aching pussy by filling it up with himself, and he as of yet hasn't even taken his pants off to show me what it was I wanted filling me up.

When he had tired of teasing my nipples, he began to move his mouth lower; I felt his tongue dive into and flick over my belly button. Never had anyone done that to me before, but as his mouth did so for me my hips jerked up towards him as if it had been my clit he licked instead. Taking my bodies hints he continued to move further down, 

I felt his hot breath on my mound a moment before his tongue reached out to slip between the lips covering the core of my sex. He found my clit immediately and with a quick flick of his tongue over it he continued down, to get his first taste of my nectar before sliding his tongue back up to once again move over my hardened nub.

As his mouth settled over my clit, cupping it inside his mouth but not moving mouth or tongue over it, I felt that was the cruelest torture I had ever endured. I had not known how badly I wanted to cum until that moment; when I was so close to reaching it but needing him to help me. I felt him slip one finger deeply inside my pussy as I began to try and grind my pussy on his lips, begging him silently and then vocally when he didn't give in right away. I told him how badly I needed to cum but how badly I had wanted to wait and do it while he was inside me. 

I dimly heard him chuckle at me as he began in earnest to bring me off with his mouth, flicking his tongue over my clit repeatedly and then slowing it down to where he was sucking my clit further into his mouth. It wasn't long until I reached the point where I knew that my orgasm would not wait a moment longer. I felt it building, the tightening in the center of my being, the tension stopping all of my movements, including my breath which seemed to have disappeared. Soon it was followed by the tide of relief coursing though me to where I couldn't breathe fast enough nor could I stop myself from calling out his name as my body contracted around his finger still buried deeply inside me.

I had come so hard that it took me a moment to stop feeling the after shocks coursing through my body. It was during that moment, right before I could open my eyes to glance at the person who had given me the most amazing orgasm I had ever had before that I felt him moving him between my legs. It took only another moment for me to realize that while I was absorbed in the afterglow, he had found the time to finally remove his pants. I opened my eyes, smiled a silent thank you, and watched as his kissed his way back up my body.

He kissed my lips, once again using his tongue to explore all the secrets hidden there. I could taste myself upon his lips and felt as we shared something more intimate than my orgasm. Tasting myself on his lips was proof that he had taken me there. I wrapped my arms around him and attempted to pull him down closer to me, to stop him from resting his weight off of me. He wouldn't be so easily persuaded, and to prove it he lifted up slightly and using his hands placed mine above my head. 

It was then that I felt the throbbing hardness of him nuzzling into my wet pussy. I couldn't help further trying to push him into taking that last step by angling myself to a better position for his penetration of me and then I slightly pushed my hips up towards him.

Finally he took the hint, and pushing his body forward towards my pussy, buried his cock about half way inside me. Though I wasn't a virgin, I felt his cock filling me as nothing had ever done before. I guessed his cock to be larger than other men I had been with. His cock felt like it matched him if not in length then in size around and I decided that the next time we were intimate I wanted to try and see if my small hands would fit around his shaft. 

I could tell the feel of my tightness around him also surprised him, maybe which is what caused him to stop rather than pushing all the way into me suddenly. After a short pause and a quick question of whether I was okay or not, he began to slide out of me slowly before sinking himself back inside my tight pussy. He worked at getting himself fully inside me for a while, even though I tried to set the pace and speed him up.

At long last his cock was finally buried deep inside, and rather than starting to ride me fast and hard as most men I had been with had done. He paused there inside me. His hips slowly rocking back and forth but not enough to be considered thrusting. It kept a steady pressure on my clit and I worried that even though I normally only cum one time, I thought that I would soon do so again and I didn't want for it to happen so quickly. I wanted him to fuck me and I wanted to cum with him. 

So, I began begging him to fuck me, to let me feel his cock thrusting in and out of me. Having him buried between my legs and my hands up over my head my voice was the only thing I could really try to use to show him how much I wanted him. He smiled as he continued to tease me for a little bit longer, and I groaned in frustration while I felt my body betraying me and nearing orgasm again. 

I once again called out his named as my body tightened and then released and I felt the pure pleasure of my second orgasm ripping through me, only this time feeling myself doing so over his hardened cock. It made me feel even fuller than I had felt upon his first entry and I wondered how I would be able to handle him taking me to even higher peaks once he finally began to move himself in and out of me.

About the time I was coming down off that second orgasm, John began to thrust himself inside me; pulling out enough to make me feel the emptiness a second before he filled my heated pussy with his shaft again. After having had him inside me long enough to cum, my pussy was stretched so he was able to slam himself deeply inside me. He did so over and over again. Sometimes he would quicken his pace and leave me gasping for breath, at other times he would slow the pace down, forcing me to try bucking my hips up against him to show how much I wanted him to continue. 

The steady wonder about whether he was going to go fast or slow kept my mind focused on where my pussy and his cock were joined and before long I could feel the pressure once again building inside me. He kept his pace strong and fast as if sensing somehow that I was nearing my peak again and I wondered how I would be able to handle yet another orgasm rocking through me. 

With his increased speed, his constant thrusting, I could feel his balls slapping against my ass and his cock rubbing against my clit as he moved in and out of me. He finally released my hands and I reached down and grabbed his ass pulling him further into me if he happened to pull out for a moment longer than I wanted. I rocked my hips against his, trying to urge us both nearer to that peak. I cried out again as I felt it ripping through me again, that pleasure like nothing I had ever experienced before.

At that same moment I felt his body stiffen as he pushed himself once again fully inside me and he remained still letting my pussy milk his cock and I felt the heat of his cum deep inside me while the throbbing of his cock massaged the walls of my pussy. 

When we were both spent, he let his weight rest on me slightly more than he had before, his cock still filling my pussy and at that moment I knew that no one would give me the kind of pleasure that he could. I needed him again and only hoped he would feel the same way. I smiled as I felt his cock slowly deflating and pulling out of me.

We finally regained our breath and our composure and he pulled himself off of me. I slid further up onto the bed and turned so I was laying down as if preparing for sleep and patted the bed next to me inviting him to lay with me and hold me. He did, he laid there next to me, holding me as we drifted off to sleep.

Later, I was awakened by his finger trailing over my chest and further down to once again tease my pussy and I smiled and teased him with words, "How did you ever get so good at that?"

His reply? He chuckled as he said, "Well, I had to be good, so that later you would come back for more."

I laughed as I told him that I felt we could arrange for that to happen, provided I ever let him go.

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