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Jenny

By: michael1k



The house was empty, my parents were away and my sister was out. I'm bored out of my head. So here I sit at the computer in my room surfing the porn sites trying to find something to make my cock hard. 

When you look at porn on a regular basis the normal stuff doesn't work as well anymore. Being 18 I've fucked my share of girls in school but my cock was always raging and they weren't always so accessible so porn seemed to be my best outlet.

So I'm sitting here reviewing different sites trying to get some kind of twitch from my cock so I can jerk off but nothing was working. So like any horny guy I start looking for other stuff. 

I finally landed on the page of galleries featuring hairy natural teens. I felt the twitch. Weird I thought. I never thought looking at hairy teen pussy would ever turn me on but here it was and my cock was rising. 

I went from browsing to frantically clicking through page after page looking at all the sexy teens with their legs spread or bending over giving me my private little show of their hairy pussies and assholes. 

Finally I clicked on one that made me stop and really look. 

The first picture in the gallery the girl was wearing a pair of blue cotton panties facing a wall giving this little look over her shoulder at the camera. 

"I know her," I thought to myself. I clicked on the next button and she had bent over and had pulled the panties aside showing her hairy asshole and part of her pussy. 

Hmmmm my cock was at full mast and oozing precum as I held it tightly in my hand.

Next. And there it was. I did know her IT WAS MY SISTER. My sister Jenny was on the fucking computer showing her hairy pussy to the world. 

I had never ever thought of Jenny sexually. She was older than me, 21yo flatchested and kind of skinny. So I never really thought of Jenny as anything more than my sister well step-sister.

Now here she was. She was laying there pulling on one of her hard dark brown nipples, her head thrown back with her finger on her clit. My hand stopped moving and then I felt my cock ooze out this huge amount of precum through my piss slit.

I leaned back in my seat cock in hand and stared at the picture. My eyes went from her face to her pulling on her nipple to her fingering her clit to the panties hanging off her toe. 

Almost without thinking I kicked my jeans and underwear all the way off and made my way to the bathroom. I opened the hamper and started my search for THOSE blue cotton panties. 

No luck. I went to her room pulled open her panty drawer. Ignoring the 6" hard plastic vibe I started slowly flipping through her neatly folded goodies being careful not to mess up the perfectly stacked piles. 

Finally I found what I was looking for. The blue cotton panty was in the middle of a pile, so I carefully lifted off the top ones and removed it. I held it to my cheek as I pulled out her vibe.

I had no idea why I took the vibe I just did. I made my way back to my room passing the bathroom, panties to my cheek and vibe in my hand. I realized that I had thrown all the laundry on the floor and moved inside to put it back. 

I placed all the clothing back into the hamper except on piece. I picked up a pink satin thong and placed it to my nose inhaling deeply. I picked up the cotton pair and vibe and made my way back into my room enjoying Jenny's smell.

I placed the pink panties and vibe on the desk and slowly pulled the blue pair up my legs over my ass finally over my cock. I admired the way I looked, I felt closer to Jenny now and pulled my cock out the side of the leg hole. I sat back down at my desk. 

I clicked the next button. Jenny was laying there with her legs pulled back held by her elbows, her pussy lips pulled wide with the fingers of her left hand while she buried three from her right. 

You could clearly see her pussy was really wet. She was turned on posing and masturbating for the camera.

I picked up the vibe and pink thong. I place the panties over my nose sucking up the beautiful aroma of Jenny. I touched the vibe to my glands giving myself an indescribable feeling. I could feel the cum starting to boil its way up.

Next. Jenny was on her knees, her head thrown back as the same vibe I was using was buried deep in her ass and her fingers played with her clit. 

"OMG," I whispered to myself. Jenny was now my new sexual masturbation fantasy. I was dying, I didn't have enough hands to hold the vibe, panties and stroke my cock. 

I shoved the vibe underneath me between my ass and the chair. I grabbed my cock as I realized the enjoyable vibrating feeling on my asshole.

Next. Jenny was still in the same position with a vibe up her ass but now there was a cock positioned on her lips. Her tongue was barely sticking out touching the drop of precum at the tip. 

I was pounding my cock and practically eating her pink thong.

Next. Same picture but now Jenny had the cock down her throat and her hand wrapped around it. 

It was too much for me, my cock exploded. I felt the cum blast from my prostate past my asshole, past the vibe I was sitting on and all over my chest. 

I shot one, two, three and then four big cum shots before it started to drizzle down to nothing. I just kept stroking as I pictured Jenny's lips wrapped around my cock sucking up my cum. I kept my eyes closed until my heart stopped pounding through my chest. 

I pulled the panties from my nose the vibe from under me and released my rock hard cock.

I placed my toys on the desk as I felt the cum on my chest drip down onto the blue panties I was wearing. I linked the webpage to my favs and shut down the computer. 

I stood up to take the panties and vibe back to their hiding place and was stopped dead in my tracks. 

There standing in the doorway was Jenny her t-shirt was pulled up exposing her flat little titties and her hand was pushed into her panties as she furiously fingered her pussy. Jenny shuddered and a quiet little groan came from deep within her.

I stood frozen just watching unable to move. 

She pulled her hand from her panties. She looked at the panties and vibe in my hand. Jenny walked over to me leaned in close and whispered in my ear...."keep them little bro I enjoyed the show."

Jenny turned and went into the bathroom and started the shower. 

Jenny



Eric brought the car to a stop on the driveway. He turned off the engine, took his phone from the dash and got out. Once out he locked the door, took a deep breath, exhaled slowly and walked up to the brown front door. Eric knocked and waited patiently, his mind racing. He'd never done this before, never paid for sex and he didn't know what to expect. After a minute or so of waiting, the door opened. "H...Hello? I'm Eric, I have, er, an appointment?"

"Hello, Eric, yes, I've been expecting you," a voice came from behind the door as it opened fully. "Please, come in."

Eric stepped into the hallway. The house, from what he could tell, was just a run of the mill suburban home -- semi detached, large sitting room, carpeted stairs, a kitchen at the end of the hall. He felt almost relieved by the normality of it all, although he wasn't sure what he was expecting, he supposed it would appear more dingy, or perhaps more elaborate, but he was happy with normal. As Eric turned to meet the owner of house he was struck by how tall she was, standing a good three inches above Eric's average five feet nine inches. The woman was dressed in a white silk night dress, had bright orange hair and pale skin with piercing green eyes. Eric could see the curves of her figure where the night dress clung to her frame. "I'm Jenny," she said, "welcome to my home. Would you like a drink?"

"Please, just water." Eric told her.

Jenny lead Eric through to the sitting room where she told him to make himself comfortable and that she would be back in a little while. The sitting room was a good size, not too cluttered with very comfortable leather reclining sofas. Eric sat himself down in the corner of one of them and waited. He had arranged this meeting with Jenny via an advert he found on a web site, emails had gone back and forth detailing what Eric was looking for and what, for want of a better phrase, services Jenny offered. 

Jenny soon returned with a class of water. "Please, take off your coat and shoes, I want you to be comfortable, I want you to relax and have a good time," she told him. "I'm here to fulfil your fantasies, I'm here to please you. Do you like what I'm wearing?"

Eric nodded, "yes, you look stunning."

"Thank you," Jenny said as she slow spun around for Eric to see her full figure. Eric watched longingly as she spun, watched her long legs as they moved around, her large breasts, her stomach, he bum, he took it all in. "Now, are you ready?"

Eric responded with a nod and a smile.

"Now, I think you need help to relax," Jenny said as she walked towards him. As she approached she fingered the bottom of her night dress, her eyes fixed on Eric, watching his eyes. "I notice you like my breasts, so big and beautiful, you can't keep your eyes off of them." 

Eric nodded.

Jenny ran her hands up the front of her body, and slowly lowered the shoulder straps of her night dress down her arms, revealing more of her bosom. Eric sat open mouthed, watching her. When Jenny stopped right in front of Eric, she leaned down to give him a close up of her breasts, she invited him to touch them. Eric put his hands out and gently cupped one in each hand. "Do they feel good?" she asked him.

"They do, so soft and beautiful."

"Aren't they just? Right, now... let's get you relaxed." Jenny knelt down in between Eric's legs. She ran her hands up his legs, across his stomach and up his chest. She ran them back down, across his cock. "Hmm, you're getting hard, let me see if I can help with that." Jenny unbuttoned Eric's jeans and then slowly brought the zip down. She reached inside of his trousers, through the opening in the front of his boxer-shorts and gently took hold of his cock. She felt it harden in her hand as she began to rub it, up and down with a twist in the middle. Eric closed his eyes, exhaled deeply and let his head fall back against the upright of the sofa. Jenny brought Eric's thick cock out of his boxer-shorts and jeans and kissed the head, all the time not missing a single stroke. As her lips met the tip, Eric let out a pleasured sigh. Jenny slowly licked from the base to the top and then enveloped the top with her mouth, licking slowly yet firmly around it. She darted her tongue in and out of the hole in the end with precision and speed, before releasing the cock from her mouth and licking all the way down it's length.

Eric could feel a grin on his face, each flick of her tongue, each stroke of her hand brought waves of pleasure over his body. Jenny placed a hand around Eric's balls and squeezed gently, still running her other hand up and down his thick shaft. A trickle of pre-cum formed atop Eric's cock and ran down the side, Jenny licked it up. She let go of his balls and stood up. "Would you like me to strip you?"

"Please," Eric mumbled. Jenny helped Eric to remove his shirt and trousers, shoes, socks and boxer-shorts. Eric was a trim man, not muscular, but not overweight. He had a small patch of hair on his chest. Jenny kissed her way down from his neck to his stomach.

Jenny took off her night dress, revealing her pale skin. Her stomach stuck out from her body, her thighs and buttocks rich in flesh and those beautiful breasts, hanging there, wanton. Eric gazed at the woman before him, desire now cruising though his body. "Where do you want me?"

"On top, definitely on top, I want to feel the weight of you."

"Lay on the floor," Jenny ordered. Eric did as he was told, the soft shag-pile carpet warm on his naked body. Jenny stood over him, walked the length of his body, Eric looked up at her as she moved. Jenny paused when she was stood over his head, Eric gazed up at her pussy, took note of the orange hair neatly trimmed against her skin. Jenny placed a finger between her pussy lips, rubbed her clit and then turned around and walked back down Eric's body. Slowly Jenny lowered herself down, each second feeling like agonising hours to Eric's lust-fuelled mind. Eventually, Eric felt the tip of his cock against the opening of Jenny's pussy. Jenny .teased him by letting the head get in and then lifting herself up to let it come out again. She did this several times, she was sure that by doing this, Eric would explode when the time was right. Finally, she lowered herself completely onto Eric's cock, feeling the thickness spreading her pussy open. She moved herself up and down on the cock, Eric thrusted from underneath her, both letting out low moans as the pleasure moved over their bodies.

"Lay on top of me," Eric said. Jenny moved herself so that she lay directly on top of Eric. Her weight constricted Eric's movement, made breathing slightly harder and increased the pleasure. He made little thrusting movements. Eric's cock moved slowly in and out of Jenny's pussy, each stroke brining more and more joy to his face. "Sit on my face," Eric finally said. Jenny stood up and positioned herself over Eric's head. She lowered herself down onto his face, and Eric explored her pussy with his tongue. "More weight," he demanded. Jenny shuffled her legs out a little further, pushing her wet cunt right down on Eric's face. She ground her wet slit on his face, fucking him hard, pushing all sixteen stone of her into him. Eric was finding it hard to breathe, his mouth and nose covered by Jenny's cunt, so much pressure on his jaw that he couldn't move his mouth at all. Jenny increased her speed as she felt the waves of pleasure enveloping her body, she reached behind her and grabbed Eric's cock, squeezing it hard as she ran her hand up and down his shaft. Eric groaned from underneath her, pleasure, pain, suffocation at the hands and cunt of this big woman was bringing him closer and closer to cumming. 

Jenny stood up suddenly, and then dropped her cunt back on Eric's face with so much force that his neck twisted slightly under the pressure. Jenny repeated this movement again. On the third time she span around before dropping herself back on his face, leant down and sucked his cock into her mouth. Eric began to lick her cunt, pushing his tongue in and out of her, running it up and down her slit, tasting her, lapping at her clit, he brought his arms up and placed his hands on her giant arse, pulling the cheeks apart, he moved his tongue up to lick her arse, ran his tongue over and around her arsehole, brought a finger in and started to rub her there whilst he went back to tonguing her cunt. Jenny had almost swallowed his cock, bobbing her hear up and down on it, running her teeth up and down it, a hand on his balls, another rubbing his arsehole, she licked a finger quickly and then forced it up his arse, Eric jumped slightly, that wasn't in the plan, but he was loosing control so didn't fight it, instead returning the favour. Eric felt Jenny's finger wriggling about just inside his arse, felt her tongue and teeth on his cock and a hand massaging his balls, he licked her cunt harder and harder, pushing his finger deeper into her arse. 

Finally pushed her off of him, rolled her over on to her back and climbed on top. "I'm going to fuck you so hard now, you're going to want to pay me for the privilege." Eric reached between his legs, grabbed his dick and gave a it a few hard tugs, placed it on the entrance to Jenny's cunt and pushed it all the way in. He thrust his cock in and out of her, as hard as he could as fast as he could, he felt the urge to cum, and let it take control of him. Jenny bucked underneath him, feeling her own orgasm approaching, finally Eric came, shooting a stream of hot cum into Jenny's cunt. As the last drops of cum came out, he pulled out of her, rolled over and lay on the floor, exhausted. Jenny, composing herself, sat up, sighed, and took a towel from the table, wiped her cunt from where Eric's cum was dripping out, her orgasm never finalised. 

"That'll be two hundred pounds," she told him.



Jenny



Two black men were driving an old Ford pick-up along a country road in South Carolina late on a sunny afternoon. Coming round a bend they saw a car with its bonnet up. Next to it stood a beautiful young blonde in a lovely white satin wedding dress, complete with veil and gloves. She reminded the driver, Jake, of the film star, Grace Kelly. She raised an arm and Jake let the pick-up roll to a stop.

"Can we help you, honey?" he enquired politely enough.

"My car stopped," she explained rather lamely in a cut-glass accent.

The driver got out. "I'm Jake and this is my cousin Ray," he announced, "We'll soon get you going."

He tried the starter button. There was just a click. He rummaged in the back of the pick-up and produced two pieces of wire with which he connected the pick-up to the small car. The car's engine fired up and kept running even after the leads were removed. The girl was very grateful and even gave Jake a peck on his unsuspecting cheek. 

But as the cousins watched the car move off down the road it only travelled four or five hundred yards and stopped again. Jake and Ray went up to it as the girl got out. 

"It doesn't look like your alternator is working at all," Jake told her.

"Is there a garage near here where I can get it fixed?" she enquired.

"About fifteen miles further on. But we can give you a tow," Jake volunteered.

He positioned the pick-up, connected a tow bar between them and hoisted the front wheels up a few inches. Jake motioned the girl up into the pick-up cab with him. She hitched up her dress giving the men a tantalising glimpse of her shapely nylon clad legs as she climbed aboard the pick-up. They set off at a slow pace, the men chatting amiably.

Then the truck stopped for Ray to get out. He set off up a path through the woods to the shack where he lived with his wife and children. 

As the truck moved on Jake said to the girl, "I'll have to stop for some diesel or we'll run out before we get to the pump." 

He turned off and started making his way up a narrow track for about a mile. They stopped outside a wooden house.

"My home!" Jake nodded towards the building. He got out and went down to a large shed where he kept a couple of barrels of diesel oil. 

Meanwhile Jenny got out and wandered into the house and started browsing through the books on the shelves. She was amazed at some of the titles. There were classic novels, reference books, technical volumes, and books on just about every subject she could think of. Jake stuck his head round the door.

"I'd offer you a coffee or something, but it's getting late and I think we should get down to the garage as soon as possible," he told her.

They got back into the pick-up and trundled off down the track. Soon they were bowling along at a reasonable pace. Jenny looked at Jake with great interest. She had been fairly quiet in the earlier part of the journey, but now she couldn't stop chatting. Jake found he was answering a stream of questions about himself and his life. He wondered what had changed this quiet, sad but pretty young bride-to-be into such an inquisitive chatterer. Eventually he managed to get in the vital question that had been bugging him since they had stopped for her.

"What was a girl in a wedding dress doing driving along a lonely country road on her own anyway?" was the gist of Jake's query.

"I was jilted at the altar!" she said, "My fiancé ran off at the last minute. Not only that, but he ran away to San Francisco with the best man! I had thought he was being a gentleman not trying anything before we were wed. You know, he didn't ask me for sex at all. Not even just to try it out. And now I know why! I just wanted to get away from the crowd, all the far-flung relatives who were there for the wedding. So I borrowed my aunt's car and took off." 

"And where did you get that accent?" he wanted to know.

"I spent four years in Oxford, England," she explained.

They arrived at the garage to find it shut. A note on the door said it had been shut that afternoon and would be open again at eight thirty the next morning. Jake towed the car round the back and unhitched it. He wrote a note and stuck it through the door. 

"I'm afraid we can't do any more tonight. The next place is thirty miles further on and it would be closed long before we got there. We also need to find you somewhere to stay for the night," he said. 

"Would it be alright if I stayed at your place, Jake?" she asked him.

He looked at her quickly. She wasn't kidding him or messing him around, it seemed. 

"If you haven't got a spare bed, I could sleep on the couch," she suggested innocently.

"Don't worry, I've got a spare bed: a put-you-up that you could use," he told her, feeling quite excited at the prospect of such a beautiful guest staying overnight.

As the pick-up went slowly back up the track to the shack, there was a flash of lightning that made Jenny grasp Jake's arm. Then, as she buried her face into his shoulder. Jake could hardly fail to notice that, when the thunder had died away and the rain began to fall, Jenny still kept a tight hold on his arm and her head stayed against his shoulder. Not that he minded at all; quite the contrary. He felt a thrill at her touch and a stirring between his legs. He found himself imagining things that no black man in South Carolina even dared dream about. Things about the beautiful young white bride with her head on his shoulder that sent a shiver down his spine.

The rain began to beat down heavily on the roof of the cab. Water poured down the track causing Jake to wonder if they would make it up to the house without being forced to stop. Then, as suddenly as it had started, the rain stopped. And a minute later they stopped in front of the house. What had been a grassy yard marked by several tyre treads was now a quagmire interspersed with puddles of muddy water.

Jake could get the pick-up no nearer than four yards from his veranda, which was up a modest slope. He looked at Jenny and wondered how he was going to get her up to the house without getting her lovely dress soiled. He opened the driver's door and squelched round to her side, the one nearest the house.

"Come on then. I'll have to carry you in," he said with a grin.

As Jake put his arms around her waist and legs, Jenny let herself relax in his grasp. She put her own arms round his neck. As he started walking he could feel the softness of her satin-clad body, the delightful smell of her hair and the warm sweetness of her breath. It was all so intoxicating that he momentarily lost his sense of balance, his foot sliding into a puddle and throwing him off to one side. He failed to unstick his other foot from the mud, with the result that he deposited Jenny upright in a puddle and sat down beside her in the mod. She, however, didn't let go of Jake's neck, and as he sat down, she was pulled down alongside him. He looked at her aghast! She sat with her feet and the bottom of her dress in the puddle, while her shapely derrière was implanted in the sticky brown mud. She had her face buried in her gloved hands and was sobbing.

"I'm so sorry!" he said. 

Her hands came away from her lovely face, allowing him to see that she wasn't in tears at all. She was laughing! As she raised her face, her arms went around his neck and she kissed him on his lips. Then she kissed him again but more slowly. 

"It's fate, Jake. That's what it is that's brought us together like this," she told him. She took his nearest arm and put it round her shoulder. Then she reached across and pulled his other arm to her. It had been used to help arrest his fall and the hand was covered with wet brown mud. She looked at for a second, then pulled it round to place it on her waist. Then she kissed him a third time and he kissed her back passionately, pushing his tongue into her mouth and holding her to him tightly. 

"Take me here, Jake!" she cried.

"Now, like this?" he queried.

"Yes. I think it's fate. Karma, if you like. So, yes please, Jake. Take me just like this. Here and now!" she replied with some urgency in her voice; "After all I'm supposed to become a woman on my wedding night, and it looks to me as if destiny has chosen you for the task!"

She tugged at Jake's belt, unzipped his fly and began pushing his jeans off. He helped her. But he seemed to hesitate when it came to her dress, as if he didn't know where to start. 

"Just rip it!" she cried impatiently.

He tried, but the material was a lot stronger than it looked. 

"Down the seam, here," she indicated the seam running down her breast.

He grasped the sides of the seam gingerly.

""Don't worry, Jake. I won't mind if you touch my tit, you know!" she told him smiling. As if to emphasise the point, she held his palm against her breast. 

"There now! Don't you think I've got nice tits?" she enquired. He massaged her breast gently. Feeling for her nipple through the layers of material covering it. he found it and let his fingers play over it.

She giggled in appreciation. Then he got himself a better grip and tugged as hard as he could. He didn't want this delectable creature to think him a weakling! The seam of the dress came apart all the way down to Jenny's waist.

"And the skirt too!" she cried joyously. 

He pulled that apart at the seam as well. She was lying there on the remains of her wedding dress, clad in a gorgeous white satin and lace petticoat. She leaned back into the mud to raise her hips and slip her knickers off. The flimsy white satin and lace garment disappeared into the muddy puddle. She reached up for him and opened her legs as he rolled onto her. She grasped his cock.

"Wow! What a whopper you've got!" she exclaimed eagerly.

"Surely all the better to fuck you with, Jenny," he told her. He was proud of his manly erection with some justification.

"Just take it easy on the way in!" she pleaded.

It wasn't easy to comply but Jake tried faithfully to be as gentle as he could, easing his cock into her a fraction of an inch further with each thrust. Even so, he heard her gasp with pain several times until at last he felt he had the full length of his cock inside her. He began the utterly exhilarating process of shagging this young beauty slowly, increasing the pace of his thrusts very gradually.

"Oh! Jake!" she cried, "That's wonderful, abso-fucking-lutely wonderful."

It seemed strange to Jake's ears to hear language like that delivered in such a posh accent. But any such thoughts were dispelled by the eruption of the sperm he had generated.

"I'm coming ," he gasped, "you're going to get a cunt full of nigger spunk, young lady!"

"That's lovely!" she cried, "Shoot it straight into me!" 

She looked closely into his brown eyes, enjoying the outburst of sensual pleasure depicted on his face as he ejaculated, squirting his semen into her. The very idea of it brought on her own climax, a dizzying sensation of ecstasy invading her entire being. As her initial moan of delight died away she found she couldn't stop laughing with a throaty chuckle. She began kissing Jake over and over again. Sensing the emotional peak that he had induced in Jenny, Jake's cock got stiff again quickly and he drove it into her as hard as he could. She writhed in delight, allowing more and more mud onto the inside of her torn dress. Her bum and back, including the back of her hair-do, were now covered in brown, slimy, wet earth. She ignored the mess, climaxing again and again before Jake shot his next load of semen into her. Then there was a flash of lightning, quickly followed by a ground-shaking peal of thunder.

"We should get inside before it pours down," Jake suggested.

"Oh, no! I love the rain. And I want you to come again. Fill my cunt with your lovely spunk, Jake," she insisted.

Just as Jake complied with that demand, shooting his third load into the willing girl, a couple of large raindrops fell on them. Within a couple of seconds there was a cloudburst and the two writhing bodies were totally saturated in the downpour.

Jake stood up and reached down for Jenny's hand. He pulled her up and they staggered arm in arm up to the house. Jenny was still wearing her bedraggled veil and muddy gloves as well as the remains of her underwear. They stood outside for a few moments turning round as the mud ran off them. Then they went in and Jake took Jenny immediately into the shower. They soaped each other and rubbed each other, laughing and stroking each other's intimate parts. Then they embraced, kissing and fondling. Jake lifted Jenny up. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Then he lowered her once more onto his engorged cock.

"I always wanted to fuck a girl in the shower," Jake told her.

"I'm glad to be the first bit of cunt you've had like this," she replied. Jake still found it strange to hear that sort of thing from a pretty girl with such a cut-glass accent, especially since, in the states, the word was generally regarded as much more vulgar than, say, "fuck" or "cock".

They dried off, Jake stoked the fire and Jenny curled up in front of it while Jake got something to eat. As soon as they were finished, they went to sleep in Jake's ample bed. At dawn, Jake got up but Jenny awoke to see an enormous erection in front of him. She pulled him back onto the bed.

"We can't waist a beautiful prick like that!" she exclaimed, "I must have it inside me!"

"It's probably the place for it!" Jake agreed and he thrust into her energetically.

When they were finished Jenny went back to sleep and when she awoke, Jake had gone down to the garage. As she wandered round, Jenny notices her wedding dress, knickers, shoes and the rest of her underwear were pegged to the line and drying in the morning sun. Jake, she surmised, must have retrieved them, rinsed them off and hung them out to dry whilst she slept. She showered and found where he had left her suitcase. She put on a set of brand new matching undies in ivory satin and lace, pull up stockings with fancy welts and topped it with a wispy white dress with blue polka dots. She stood in front of Jake's mirror. With the light behind her, Jake would be able to see her underwear very clearly. She smiled as she thought, 'What's the point of fancy undies if no one could see them anyway.' Jake returned and she greeted him on the veranda with a passionate kiss. He looked around furtively.

"You know if anyone saw us, I'd get lynched!" he said.

"If anyone knew what we did last night and first thing this morning maybe. But they don't and they won't," she replied. 

"That kiss would be enough for some of the red-necks around here," he averred.

"Anyway," he continued, "your car needs a new alternator. It's already been sent for and will be here tomorrow midday. That means that tomorrow evening you could be on your way again."

"I'll ring my aunt and tell her I'll be back the day after tomorrow, if that's okay by you, Jake," she retorted.

"So you want to stay an extra day?" he asked.

"Of course I do. I want to stay here with you as long as possible," she went on, "but I'll have to ring my aunt to let her know I'm okay or the family will be worrying about me."

Jake drove her to a payphone on the main road where she called up to reassure her aunt that all was well with her and that she would be back late the day after next. "I'm fine and a few days of quiet reflection are just what I needed," she said as Jake, alongside, shook his head reprovingly at her fibs.

She turned to him laughing as she put the phone down, "Well, I could hardly tell her I wanted to be well and truly fucked out of my mind for a couple of days, could I?"

Jake drove them back to the house where Jenny prepared a pack-lunch. Then they took off in the pick-up on a track taking them further up into the hills and away from civilisation. They picked a spot near a small waterfall, spread a sheet on the ground and made love before they ate. Then Jenny stripped on plunged into the water, squealing as the coldness of the stream feeding the pool hit her. Jake was lying in the sun clad in his underpants. Jenny dropped down beside him, put her hand into his pants and exclaimed in alarm as she extracted a tiny wizened penis with her freezing cold hand.

"Well! What did you expect with hands that cold?" he inquired. 

Her golden hair lay against his belly. He stoked it gently. Jenny eased his foreskin back and forth. Suddenly he felt a warm wetness at the end of his penis. He looked down again just as Jenny lifted her head. He saw her easing his foreskin back again, then she put out her tongue and licked all round the exposed tip. Jake felt the blood rushing in expanding his cock and so did the girl. She seemed pleased. She pulled back his foreskin and this time she closed her mouth over his cock, wiggling her tongue against the tip. As his erection reached full size, Jenny looked at Jake and smiled. She was delighted with herself.

"Aren't I a clever girl then?" she asked him.

"You sure are. And you only just got it out of your mouth in time. I was just going to come," he told her.

She immediately took his cock back into her mouth and began to exercise it vigorously. He came and was amazed that she simply swallowed his cum-juice and licked her lips.

"Yum! Yum!" she cried, giggling at his astonished and delighted expression.

"I certainly didn't expect that!" he cried. 

When they returned to the house, Jake picked Jenny up and carried her over the threshold like a new bride. He carried her on into the bedroom and sat her down on the edge of the bed. Then he knelt in front of her, pushed her dress up and opened her legs. He pushed his face up between her thighs, pulled the gusset of her knickers aside and stuck his tongue into the warm wetness of her vagina. Jenny giggled delightedly as his tongue thrust into her again and again. Then she gasped as she came, much to Jake's satisfaction.

"Now I've had my own back on you!" he said smiling at the girl. In reply, she rolled off the bed, unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. She took it into her mouth while he plunged his head between her legs again and they enjoyed the enormous pleasure that mutual oral sex can give. They came again and again and every time Jenny swallowed Jake's cum-juice. It was beyond Jake's expectations or experience that any white girl, still less an attractive middle class eighteen-year-old like Jenny, would do such wonderful things to him.

"You can do anything you want with me," she told him, "Anything at all. I don't mind what it is you fancy. Just do it or get me to do it to you. You can have me any way you want."

Jake buttered his cock and shoved it up the girl's rectum. She could hardly stop giggling as he thrust into her derrière and came very quickly.

"I can tell you enjoyed that," she cried, "I bet you get your prick up all your girl's arseholes!"

"No. Actually you're the first girl I've ever done that with," he replied.

"We've got the rest of this evening and all day tomorrow to make love, Jake. I'm really looking forward to all of it. Don't forget that I'll do anything you want sexually; anything at all," she reminded him.

Later whilst they were lying side by side exhausted by their efforts, Jenny told Jake something of her history.

Her father's business got into some trouble and it reflected into her parent's marriage. Jenny herself was packed of to her Uncle and Aunt in England. Uncle Larry was lecturing in American history at an Oxford college. Jenny was still six months short of her fifteenth birthday then. She got on well with her Uncle and Aunt Violet, who was something of a hypochondriac. When Jenny had been with then for only six weeks, Aunt Violet took to her bed for three weeks with a nondescript illness and, on recovering, confined herself to a wheelchair despite the doctor's reassurance to Uncle Larry that there was nothing wrong that merited such behaviour.




Jenny



Not long after that, Uncle Larry took to coming into Jenny's room at night. He would sit holding her hand for ages sometimes. Then one night he moved her hand down between his legs, rubbing it against the muscular lump Jenny knew was his penis. That continued for several nights until Uncle Larry actually unzipped his fly and held Jenny's hand directly against his cock. As he came she grabbed her knickers off the bedside chair and caught his cum-juice without causing any mess.

"Didn't you complain to anyone?" asked Jake, "Your uncle should have been locked up!"

"The trouble was that I liked my Uncle and didn't want to get him into any sort of trouble," she replied. As time went on, Jenny got quite expert at giving her Uncle a wank three times a week. He rewarded her by buying her a pile of fancy underwear, which she often wore for him. After a while he started caressing her breasts and rubbing between her thighs, eventually venturing to massage her clit, making her come too. From then on Jenny had to admit she enjoyed their sessions together. By the time she was sixteen she was asking him when he would 'do it' to her properly. "But Uncle Larry insisted that while we had done nothing terribly wrong so far, it would be difficult for him to justify it if he fucked me 'good and proper.' Later that night, lying in bed, I thought I'd tell him to fuck me 'good and proper' or I'd tell on him. But then I knew I could never do anything like that to Uncle Larry. I just wanted him. He was the only man who had ever made me come and I thought I was in love with him," she said, "I did manage to get him to say he would reconsider the situation on my seventeenth birthday. When that came round and he still refused, I responded by giving him a blow-job, which surprised him. He didn't think I even knew about that sort of thing. He also started giving me oral sex too, so I let him off fucking me properly for the time being. We also started using all the naughty sex-words to each other at that time." 

"Three months later, Uncle Larry suffered a stroke and I was back with my parents in the States. They were getting on a lot better and so was Dad's business. I don't really know which came first. They wanted to make a good marriage for me to someone from a good family. They chose a boy I'd known as a youth, but I hadn't seen him for several years. So there I was an eighteen-year-old bride, about to be married to a guy I quite liked; entering into a marriage approved by my parents and, frankly, looking forward to a good fuck on our wedding night. Then the little devil ran off to San Francisco with his best man! Talk about frustrated! I was very down in the dumps and I wanted to get away for a few days, so I borrowed my youngest Aunt's car and, Hey! Presto! You arrived like a knight in shining armour to save the damsel from a very frustrating experience." 

Jake laughed, "So you just wanted my body did you?"

"At first all I wanted was your prick inside me. But the longer I've been with you, the more I'm getting to like you, Jake. We go well together, not just because your prick fits my cunt so well but because we have a lot in common in many other ways." 

"Such as you're a rich, white, middle-class girl and I'm a poor, black, lower-class guy!" he said wryly. 

"I mean about tastes in books, art, music, food, and a general love of life, silly," she replied, "and it certainly helps that we're ultra-compatible sexually, of course."

Next day they stayed in bed making love until the afternoon. Then Jenny got up, collected her things together whilst Jake fetched the car.

Jenny promised to be in touch within a couple of days as she bade her lover a tearful farewell. But Jake wasn't surprised when he heard nothing for over a week. 

Then he got a short letter.

In it she apologised for not writing sooner but a lot had been happening. Her parents had been so very sorry about the failure of their marriage plans for her, they were ready to grant her every wish. Pretty soon Uncle Larry had been contacted to arrange for a scholarship at Oxford, where he was soon to return. Her father had agreed to finance a small flat in town and she was being offered a generous allowance.

Jake had scarcely finished reading the letter when a familiar car drew up outside. A smiling Jenny ran up onto the veranda and flung her arms around him.

"Oh! Jake; Darling! It's all arranged. I've got a three-year scholarship. I'm going over to England, next week with my Aunt and Uncle and choosing a flat. Then you can come over and live with me." She looked at his querulous expression.

"That's if you want to of course."

"Why would you want an old has-been like me, Jenny?" he asked.

"Well, Jake, darling, I'm going to have your baby in about eight months time and I would like it to know its father! Also I happen to be in love with you. If you feel the same way about me then I don't see why we shouldn't spend the rest of our lives together," she told the astonished man.

"I don't think I'd ever be able to support you financially. And socially I would certainly let you down." He complained.

"Jake, do you love me?" she asked quietly.

"Yes, Jenny. Of course I do," he replied.

"Then come with me and have faith that our love will see us through all our troubles," she pleaded.

Jake took a deep breath. It was now or never for him.

Within three weeks, Jenny and Jake were living in England. As soon as she had given birth to a handsome boy, Jenny's dearest wish came true. She and Jake were married!

At first, Jake drove buses for a living whilst Jenny was studying. Then he moved on to long distance coaches for more pay and more time off, even though he was away from home more. After Jenny graduated, they had three more children, all daughters. With Jenny and their four children, Jake is the happiest man alive. He and Jenny are still mad about each other.



Jenny



I lie in my hospital bed reflecting on the events of the last fifteen years and what brought me here to recover from the miscarriage that cost the life of my unborn child. I am Jenny Robinson, 33 years old and the wife of Dan Robinson and the mother of two lovely children, a girl 4 years old and a boy 2 years old. I was beginning my second trimester when I lost what would have been my third child and now it seems that I have lost the two of the most important people in my life, after my children, my husband and my lover.

It all began when I was a freshman in college and I met Zack Wilson at freshman mixer. We hit it off immediately and we became a couple for the next 4 years. By the end of our second year we were lovers and in our third year were living together in an apartment off campus. We were two twenty years olds passionately in love and enjoying all of the intimacies of marriage, just without the license and it was glorious. Zack knew my body and how to arouse me better than he knew the palm of his hand and I worshipped his body like it was the gateway to heaven. He knew how to touch me with his hand as we passed on campus or with his tongue when we made love and how to make me want him inside of me. By the time gradation came it was expected that we would get married except that we had no money and Zack wanted to be a doctor. Neither of our families was wealthy and both of us had graduated with student loans to pay off so we could not even contemplate marriage with him facing at least five more years of study. Added to that was the fact, that the medical school he wanted to go to was on the west coast while the best job offer I got was in New York.

I loved life in the Big Apple. The job that took me there was in an advertising agency and I working as an assistant to an account executive and it involved mostly making sure that whatever he sent out to get done, did get done. I was the follow up girl. The job was easy but it was the night life that hooked me. New York when you are young and good looking can be very adventurous and I was both. Many nights I was out dancing and drinking and yes, sometimes fucking if a good looking guy came along. Keeping up with Zack was a problem, I just didn't seem to find the time for emails and phone calls what with the time difference and the clash of our schedules. Thoughts of him just receded further and further to the back of my mind and when I met Dan they disappeared altogether. Dan is a banker, a rising young star in a Wall Street investment bank. He is tall and good looking and very bright. He is also very funny and attentive and I think I fell in love with him on our second date. I knew by the fourth date when he took me to bed that I was going to marry him and a year later I did. Within another year we had bought a house in Greenwich where all the other bankers live and I quit my job to take the time to furnish it. 

I was in New Haven having lunch after seeing a decorator there when I heard a man say,

"Jen, is it really you?"

I looked up and there was Zack.

"Oh my god, Zack, I thought you were in California."

"I was until a few days ago. I just came here to start my residency at the University Hospital."

"How wonderful we just moved to Greenwich so we will be nearby. As soon as we get settled in and furnished you will have to visit us."

I saw the look of disappointment on his face as he looked at my left hand and said,

"Who is us?"

I was embarrassed; we had been out of touch for so long I had never sent him a wedding announcement. Truth be told, I was probably too embarrassed to send it, maybe because it was like saying good bye to him.

"I'm sorry Zack, I should have told you before. I have been married for just over a year. I am now Mrs. Dan Robinson."

The look on his face was so sad that I wanted to sit on his lap and comfort him. I felt that I had been so cruel to him and I suddenly realized that I still had strong feelings for him.

"Zack don't look at me like that. We can still be friends."

"I thought we were much more than friends. I thought we had a future together."

"Zack I am so sorry to have you find out this way. Please sit down and let us talk."

"No I can't, maybe another time." And he turned and walked away.

I sat there stunned. I just began to realize how much I must have hurt him because he still must be in love with me. I married another man without any thought of him because I didn't think I would ever see him again. I never told Dan about meeting Zack or about how close we had been in college. A few weeks later when I was in New Haven again I phoned the hospital and asked for him by name and to my surprise he came to the phone. 

"Doctor Wilson," he answered.

"Zack it's me, Jen."

"Hello Jen, what can I do for you?"

"I just want to talk; I want us to be friends."

"What is there to talk about? You are married now."

"Please Zack; you are making me feel terrible."

"All right, although I don't have much to say."

"Please can you meet me for lunch today?"

"OK. I will meet you at one o'clock at the same restaurant where I last saw you ."

I was seated at the table when he walked in and I smiled and waved to him. He walked towards me and there was no smile on his face.

"Hello Jen."

"Hello Zack."

This time he sat down.

"What did you want to talk about?"

"I want to talk about us. I want us to be friends."

"Friends, What about what we had? What about how much I loved you and how much you said you loved me? Can you tell me you still love me?"

I was silent and beginning to feel this meeting was not going the way I wanted.

"Do you love your husband Jen?"

I was still silent.

"Do you have an answer Jen?" 

I whispered, "Yes and yes."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Yes I love my husband and yes I love you."

Now he sat there silent. Then he said,

"How can you do that?"

"I don't know. I loved you for the whole four years we were in college and somehow being apart dimmed it in my mind and when I met Dan I forgot how much you meant to me. I love him now and would not want to leave him or hurt him but when I look at you my heart is bursting with the same feelings I had for you in college. There must be something wrong with me."

He didn't answer right away and then he finally said,

"You are so beautiful. Just looking at you reawakens all the old feelings I ever had for you. When we lost contact I thought I would never see you again and I know I am hopelessly in love with you again. Come with me."

We walked to the hotel across the street, he got a room and we were silent as we took the elevator to the seventh floor. We walked hand in hand to the room and I fell into his arms when he closed the door. I gave no thought about my husband at all when his tongue entered my mouth. I could feel his cock against my belly and it brought back memories of all the times we made love. I wanted it more than any thing in the world and I wanted it now. I sank to my knees and opened his belt then pulled down his pants and underwear.

It was as beautiful as I remembered. I kissed it and caressed it. I was in love with it. I could hear him moan above me,

"Don't, I am going to cum.'

"That's what I want you to do. I want to drink your cum. I need it after all this lost time

and he did cum. He flooded my mouth and I drank it all. He raised me to my feet and took me in his arms,

"Jen, I have never stopped loving you and I always will."

We were undressing as we spoke.

"I realize that I still love you Zack. I want you to make love to me."

We were both naked and he sat me on the side of the bed then knelt between my thighs. He put my legs over his shoulders, put his mouth to my pussy and then worked magic

with his tongue. He made me cum at least twice and then I was begging for his cock to be inside of me. When he complied I went ballistic. I came on his cock in the most explosive orgasm I have ever had. I think I fainted. When I came too his was calling my name and telling me how much he loved me and when I finally answered I told him I loved him too.

We kissed and caressed until five o'clock when he had to leave since he was on duty that night. 

As I drove home the enormity of what I had done began to register in my mind. How could I have let that happen? I didn't want to lose Dan, I really did love him and yet I couldn't do with out Zack. I felt such guilt! When I got home I took a shower and even douched to salve my conscience and decided to give Dan some extra special loving to make up for my wanton behavior. I made a candlelight dinner for him and I met him at the door wearing the night gown and negligee he had bought for me on my birthday. 

"Wow," he said as walked in the door, "What did I do to deserve this?"

"You married me and made me the happiest woman in the world and I want to make sure you never regret it."

I took off another garment with every course I served him and by the time we got to desert I was naked and it turned out that I was what he wanted for desert. He made me cum twice before he mounted me right on the dining room table. The evening was incredibly erotic and we went to bed that night with our limbs entwined. My conscience was cleared but my fate was not. Two months later I realized that I had missed my period and when I went to the doctor and he calculated that my fertile time included the day that both Dan and Zack had made love to me. 

Dan was delighted that I was pregnant and I never said a word about it to Zack. We had spoken on the phone a few times and even indulged some phone sex but had not met until he asked me to come and celebrate the completion of his residency. I tried to refuse but he was insistent telling me I was the only one he loved and mattered to him. I just didn't have the will to resist him. I was in my eighth month, uncomfortable and I thought ugly as could be, when I waddled in to meet him for lunch. He looked at me with questioning eyes, he could do the arithmetic. I said,

"I don't know. I made love to both of you on the same day," he said,

"I hope it's mine."

I didn't answer because I hoped it wasn't and I didn't want to know otherwise. I did say,

"I feel so fat and ugly carrying this big belly. I don't think I will ever get my figure back."

"Nonsense, you are positively radiant. Motherhood becomes you."

"Zack when I was with you it was wonderful but I felt so bad because I cheated on Dan and that the baby might be yours."

"Jen I felt the same thing because you were married but as soon as I saw you that day all the love I ever felt for returned and I wanted you and to be honest, pregnant or not, even now I want you more than ever."

Again, just like last time, he took my hand and I followed him across the street and in a hotel room. I had not stopped sex with Dan but it was much less frequent as I got larger but with Zack it was a whole new experience. First he took me doggie style and I felt like a cow. As I looked back under myself I saw my enlarged breasts hanging down and then my fat belly, I couldn't even see his cock before it entered me but oh my did I feel it. He reached under me and held my tits like they were handle bars and slow fucked me. I was moaning and demanding that he go deeper and I pushed back against him. Finally I could feel my orgasm beginning and I cried out,

'Faster. Harder. I am so close."

I could feel him tense up and then we both came explosively. Both of us crying out together,

"I love you."

I rolled over on my back and he laid down next to me, my hand was fondling his cock and he was sucking on my nipple. I actually felt like I was suckling my child. Then I felt the baby moving and I said.

"I think you woke it up."

Zack's hand went to my belly to feel the baby's movements and we could actually see little bumps appear on my belly.

"He could be my son."

"Yes, he could be but I will never leave Dan, I love him too much."

"But you say you love me."

"I do but I am married to him. I love you both and I want you both."

"Someday you may have to make a choice."

"I hope that day will never come."

I went home that evening to my husband happy, but again with a guilty conscience.

How could I be so in love with two different men? That night again I gave Dan a romantic dinner and we made love but this time I rode him cowgirl style. He played with my tits and they were so big and tender that I came the first time just sitting on his cock. When he started moving, so did the baby and then so did I. We both came together and again we shouted, 

"I love you."

After we cuddled and kissed for a while he spooned behind me and fell asleep while I was lost in my thoughts. Why am I being unfaithful to him? Why am I still seeing Zach? How can I love two men and desire both of them as I do? I finally fell asleep, my dilemma unresolved.

After Josh was born I didn't hear from Zack for six months and I didn't know where he was until one day I got a call from him.

"I'm back."

"I wondered what happened to you. Where have you been and why didn't you keep in touch with me?"

"I was in Cleveland, Chicago and now New York. How is my son?"

"He is not your son, he is Dan's and don't make trouble. What are you doing in New York?" 

"In one more year I will be a Diplomat in Cardiac Surgery and I have already been offered a position with a hospital here." 

"That sounds wonderful Zack. It has been a long hard journey for you."

"Well I had you for my inspiration and my prize at the end."

I glossed over that remark but it was the beginning of the end of my happy life. When Zack got settled in I would go into the city once every month or so when he had a weekday off and we would spend it in his apartment. Those were wonderful days of sensual bliss with no responsibilities except pleasing my lover. No baby to feed, no house to clean, no meals to prepare, just open my body and accept his touch, his tongue or his cock. I can't tell you how many times I could cum in an hour or how many times I could get him hard in an afternoon. I never neglected Dan either and every time I was with Zack I made sure I made love to Dan that night. I didn't feel the guilt so much anymore and I rode the train home each time feeling that I had the best of all worlds. 

Two years after Suzy was born, Josh came along and my husband, my lover and I were all ecstatic, Honestly, I didn't know who had impregnated me this time either, I loved both men and I had been with both of them again in my fertile time. Although Zack had never seen the children he had me make copies of many of their pictures and he displayed them in his apartment. I never accepted his premise that they were his but I never argued with him about it either. Zack meanwhile, was making quite a reputation for himself as pediatric cardiac surgeon. He had developed a less invasive way to do bypass surgery and even devised a technique to repair a heart valve without cutting open the heart. I was so proud of him. When Josh started to walk we noticed that he seemed to have difficulty breathing after he went a short distance. An examination showed that he had been born with small hole between the upper chambers of his heart and the man most qualified to do the repair was Zack. The operation was a success and Josh was soon running with all the rest of the toddlers. Dan, in appreciation, made a huge donation to the hospital and in the process became interested enough to become a member of the Board of Governors. He also became friendly with Zack, the doctor who had saved our son's life. 

A year later I was three months pregnant again and not yet showing when we attended the annual fund raising dinner dance for the hospital. It was the first one we had ever attended and I had bought a sexy evening gown. Dan wanted me to impress his business colleague's and the other members of the Board. I have to admit I did attract a bit of attention. What I didn't know was that Dan had requested that Zack sit at our table. He showed up about half an hour after we did and he had a lovely young lady with him. She was sporting a diamond engagement ring. He introduced her as Jody and he announced that they had just gotten engaged. I was furious and later on when I was dancing with him I said,

"How can you do this to me?"

"What are you talking about?"

"How can you get married when you are in love with me?"

"Jen, you got married and you have been fucking me for the past five years."

"That's different."

"No, Jen it's not and not only that, I intend to be faithful to my wife. There will be no more afternoons for us in the future."

I broke away from him and almost shouted, 

"You can't do this to me!"

I was beyond furious and he took my arm and escorted me back to the table. Dan took one look at me and asked,

"What happened out there?"

"None of your business," I snapped.

He looked at me and then at Zack who shrugged his shoulders and turned to Jody and said. "Let's go home." Dan looked at me and asked,

"That was quite a show you put on out there on the dance floor. Do you want to leave too?"

"No, I want to stay," but it was obvious that I no longer having a good time.

After a short while Dan said,

"We are going home." 

He didn't ask, he just got up and walked out without saying good bye to anyone. I got up and followed. On the ride home he asked,

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No!"

I was foolish of course; my behavior had let the genie out of the bottle. Dan was not stupid and realized that something was going on between Zack and me. He put surveillance on me that included bugging our home and our phones and I heedlessly called Zack.

"Zack, I have to see you."

"If it means going to bed with you Jen, forget about it."

"Zack I can't give you up."

"We have no future together Jen, don't you understand that. You would never leave Dan."

"Of course not, I love him. He is the father of my children."

"No Jen, Josh is my son."

"What! How do you know that?"

"When I operated on him I ran a DNA test on his blood. How do you think I feel knowing that I can't raise my own son?"

"Oh my god, I never thought about that."

"There is a lot you never thought about and I am to blame also. I loved you and it blinded me to what I was doing to you and to Dan. I can't do it any longer, especially now that I have Jody. I couldn't stand it if she was to be unfaithful to me and I won't do that to her. It's over between us Jen. Goodbye."

I broke down and cried. He was right, of course, but I felt as if my world had collapsed. It had, but how badly I didn't realize until a few days later when Dan came home with the recording of the conversation. I greeted him,

"Hello darling." 

He avoided my attempt to kiss him.

"Sit down. I want you to listen to this."

As I listened to myself I knew my world had come to an end.

"When did you start fucking him?"

"Soon after we moved to Connecticut."

"So Suzy could be his too?"

"Yes."

"And the one in your belly?"

"It's yours."

"How can you be sure?"

"Dan I love you. I am sure."

"Not good enough. I love those kids but every time I look at them I will be seeing some one else's bastard. I can't live like that. We are through Jen. I am moving out."

"Please Dan, don't leave me."

"Why not? What do you expect? Do you want me to raise his children? Do you think I could ever trust you again? What part of our wedding vows haven't you broken? Goodbye Jen,"

He left and by the end of the week I had been served with the divorce papers. He did not want to pay child support for Josh, or for Suzy or the one I was carrying if it turned out that they were not his. Zack said that Jody would not raise some one else's children so he could not take them. I didn't know what to do. 




Jenny



As it turned out, fate intervened and I had a miscarriage. I ended up here in the hospital mourning for my lost child, my lost husband and my lost lover. I had so much but I wanted more. I was too greedy and now my children have no father and I have no one to love or to love me. 

I guess there must be divine retribution.



Jenny



Disclaimer: This story is fiction. No relation to any person living or dead is intended or should be inferred. 

*

Jennifer Coddingham is a twenty-something year old woman. She betrayed the Fossil Fuel Fellowship (F-Cubed) after learning of their nefarious activities. She has been apprehended and is being incarcerated and punished. 

Jenny struggles in and out of black unconsciousness. The dim light of the room is excruciatingly painful. She seems to recall flashes from the unconscious. Perhaps she has awakened and fell back into the blackness several times? At last her vision stabilizes. She feels the handcuffs pinning her wrists behind her back. Her face smarts as do her breasts. She assumes that she was roughly treated. Then she feels a sudden sharp pain in her clitoris. She screams, attracting the attention of Dora, the gynoid, who is charging her batteries at an opposite wall. 

"Welcome back to the land of the living, Jenny," Dora greets. "You have been out on and off for three days. Ready for something to eat?" 

Jenny groans and tries to clear her head. 

"The cuffs come off now," Dora continues. "You were so violent. And, while I was charging I couldn't chance an interruption." 

"Where am I and how did I get here?" Jenny asks. 

"This is the F-Cubed Tower building," Dora answers. "More correctly, it is the basement of the tower building. You will be kept here. I have been assigned as your Mistress. You are a slave girl now. Your training will begin now." 

"My training?" Jenny asks. Dora nods. 

"You will address me as 'Mistress' and only speak when spoken to or given permission to speak. You will always refer to yourself in the third person. Do you understand?" Dora inquires. 

"Yes," Jenny answers, then quickly adds: "Mistress." 

"Good girl," Dora responds. "And for men, they are addressed as 'Master.' There is much to teach you, but basically you beg for everything... water, food, permission to urinate, defecate, and cum to mention a few." 

"To cum, Mistress?" Jenny asks. 

"Yes, girl," Dora replies. "You will be trained to hold your orgasm and later you will be trained to climax on command. You will have no privacy. When you are permitted to sit on the toilet, you must maintain eye contact with your Master or Mistress. Does a girl want some food and water now?" Dora notices that Jenny is regaining her composure. 

"Yes, Mistress," Jenny responds. Dora sets about fixing her some oatmeal with milk and orange juice. The breakfast rejuvenates Jenny and she begins taking inventory of the room. There is a toilet, face basin, shower, and sink to one side of the room, opposite the bed. There are chains hanging from the ceiling and a floor ring in the center of the room. A table contains a variety of sex toys, whips, dildos, and the like. Jenny shudders at the thought of being used. She looks over Dora, no longer her own agent. Dora, once again, is managed by F-Cubed. Jenny knows that trying to overpower Dora would be futile. 

"When a girl is finished with her breakfast, she will defecate and urinate," Dora orders. 

"Yes, Mistress," Jennifer answers. She eats slowly, still recovering from the black unconscious. She is naked and slowly begins to notice red marks and stripes. No doubt she was roughly treated while unconscious, or semi-conscious. Jenny is uncomfortable sitting on the toilet and making eye contact with Dora. Dora is one of the newer generations of gynoids which have transcended the uncanny valley. Were it not for her need to recharge and acquire liquid Nitrogen, Dora would be indistinguishable from a live human girl. That's not totally true---there is the weight of the gynoid also. The Titanium and other metal components are very heavy. 

Jenny urinates and strains to defecate. She is self-conscious and embarrassed. Dora waits patiently, as if patience was only a human virtue, and at last speaks: "Come over here and spread your ass cheeks, girl. I will insert a glycerin suppository to aid you in your need." Jenny blushes scarlet. She is terribly self-conscious about her anus. The only one to ever touch her rosette, aside from a doctor, is Harry Sloan, now deceased. Jenny complies, fearing the consequences of refusal. "You must hold it for fifteen minutes, no less," Dora commands. Dora leads Jenny to a corner and has her face the wall and stand at military Parade Rest. 

After Jenny has "done her business" Dora runs a series of medical and sensory tests on her. Jenny is still somewhat exhausted, but recovering. Then Dora issues a command to Jenny: "Robert Reeves is on his way here. We need to get your hands tied above your head and your legs spread apart." Dora lowers a chain from the ceiling and cuffs Jenny's hands above her head. A two foot leg spreader locks her legs apart. 

Bob makes his entry and sees the suspended girl. "You are even more attractive conscious, Jenny. Now I will tell you what will happen." Bob smiles and approaches Jenny. He pinches her nipples between thumbs and forefingers. Jenny groans. Just now she realizes how sore and swollen her nipples and areolas really are. 

Bob explains: "You will beg for anal penetration---digitally with fingers, with butt plugs and dildos, and for my penis. This will be audio and video recorded and posted on the Internet under the title 'Jennifer Coddingham Loves Anal.' Anyone with Internet access will be able to watch and listen."

"Never!" Jenny blurts out. "No way I'm begging for something I don't want. And get your filthy hands off of me you disgusting pervert." Jenny spits in Bob's face. 

Bob bitch-slaps Jenny's face. She now totally realizes how helpless she is. He slaps her other cheek. Then her pinches her areolas between thumbs and forefingers. 

"I have all the time in the world for you, Jenny," Bob states. "I can pinch, pull, and twist these teats until my hands grow tired. Would you like that Jenny?" 

Jenny frowns and considers what to say. At last her mind clears and she responds: "No Master." Bob pinches her areolas harder and twists them. Jenny screams. 

Dora cautions Jenny: "You may only cry out when permitted, girl." Bob pulls Jenny's teats and slaps them hard. He slaps each breast five times then pinches the nipples. He pinches them harder and harder until tears flow from Jenny's eyes. 

"Does it hurt, girl?" Bob asks. 

"You know it does, Master," Jenny answers. 

Bob continues: "I love women's breasts. They are so soft and tender. There are so many ways to pinch, pull, and twist them. One can use only the nipples or areolas or the fleshy body. When bruised and swollen, they are even better. I will order Dora to slap each of your breasts a dozen times each morning when you first wake up. But the best is the belt." Having said that, Bob removes his leather belt. Jenny's eyes widen as she sees the belt. 

Bob swings the belt wide and strikes Jenny's left breast. He frowns, having struck low and missed the areola. Jenny tries to pull back, but the overhead chain allows her little freedom of movement. Bob swings again, this time leaving a red mark across her nipple and areola. Jenny screams out in pain. Bob wastes no time in whipping her right breast. 

"I can enjoy doing this all day long," Bob relates. "But there are other parts to consider." Bob reaches down and pinches Jenny's tiny clit between his right thumb and forefinger. Jenny suddenly realizes how swollen and bruised her clitoris is. Bob explains: "I used a clit pump on your clit while you were unconscious, Jenny. It sucks the clit up into a tube and makes it expand, swollen with blood and lymph. Then it will be many times more sensitive. Let's try the clit pump now." Bob smiles. He goes over to the table and returns with a cylinder and plunger. He pushes the cylinder over Jenny's clit and pulls the piston back, applying suction. Whoever invented this device? It appears to be used to increase the size and sensitivity of the clitoris. 

"Are you feeling better about begging for your ass to be used?" Bob asks. "After all, it's just stretching and penetration. There's none of this whipping and punishment. You just convince everyone that you love anal and play with toys. Then a little doggie and butt fuck. Of course you must have a total and complete anal orgasm for the camera." 

Jenny shakes her head "no." Then she notices Dora frowning and adds: "Master." 

"Well," Bob remarks, "with time your teats and pussy will change your mind. And there are still the needles and electricity to apply. That will come tomorrow. I'm sure that you will eventually come around to my point of view." Bob pulls the clit pump and Jenny tries to lean forward. "Good girl, push forward." Bob works a dildo into Jenny's vagina. She suddenly finds herself aroused and wet. When she feels near an orgasm, Bob jerks and twists the clit pump cylinder. Finally, with a jerk he pulls the device from Jenny. Jenny convulses in pain. 

Bob turns to Dora and speaks: "Let her hang for four hours then feed her and let her sleep. Explain to her that the total surrender of her anus is her best situation." Bob laughs a wicked laugh. 

---

The morning came much too soon. Jenny hopes that Dora has forgotten Bob's command to slap each of her breasts twelve times. Jenny's breasts are turgid; her areolas are tumescent; and her comely clitoris is swollen, distended, and engorged. She is in much pain. Dora notices her awakening and asks: "Does a girl wish to be bound before having her breasts slapped? Sometimes it's easier than to have to stand at military Parade Rest and present herself." 

Jenny gulped. She can see where Dora is starting breakfast and is anxious to get this ordeal over with. She considers the options. After ruminating over the situation and accepting the fact that the breast slapping is inevitable, she replies: "Mistress may bind me." 

Dora brings four restraints and spreads Jenny out on the bed, ankles and wrists tied to the four corners. She then kisses Jenny. Jenny feels the warm, wet tongue press her lips and allows Dora to invade her mouth. Now the only orifice not defiled and penetrated by man or machine is her Glory of Glories. Jenny's vagina, her Holy of Holies, is damp again. Dora has secreted pheromones, endorphins, and hormones into Jenny's mouth to arouse and excite her. 

"Breathe deeply and exhale completely, girl," Dora orders. "With empty lungs you are less prone to scream; however, you are permitted to cry out." Dora waits for Jenny to exhale completely then she begins slapping one breast and then the other. Jenny convulses in pain and drools. Tears flow freely. Dora licks the salty tears from Jenny's crimson red cheeks. The slapping continues. At last it is done. Jenny's breasts, sore and swollen from the start, are discolored and hard with congested blood and lymph. Dora releases Jenny and invites her to breakfast. 

Jenny forces herself to eat. After breakfast Dora orders Jenny to the toilet. She sits and urinates. Again she has trouble making poop. Dora commands Jenny to bend over and present her brown star for the glycerin suppository. Then Dora positions Jenny in a corner standing at Parade Rest. 

"You will hold the suppository for no less than one-half hour, girl," Dora commands. Jenny now realizes that her torment will increase until she is able to obey the command to defecate. After ten minutes Jenny is miserable. The last five minutes of the half hour are pure misery. She struggles to avoid having an "accident." At last she is permitted the toilet. With difficulty she makes and holds eye contact. Dora's eyes are lenses to a video studio. Every movement of Jenny is recorded and preserved. 

When she is done, Jenny looks around for the toilet paper. It has been removed. She looks up to Dora. "May a girl wipe herself, Mistress?" She requests. 

"No, girl," Dora replies, "I will clean you. Bend over and present yourself as a small girl." 

Jenny is embarrassed and humiliated. "This is so mortifying," Jenny states. "Why can't I cleanse myself?" She then rephrases: "Why can't a girl clean herself, Mistress." 

"That is not the way it is here, Jenny," Dora instructs. "Spread wider!" Dora uses a damp rag to scrub Jenny's derriere. She is none too gentle about the ablution either. 

"Oh, Mistress," Jenny begs, "be gentle." Jenny wonders why her anus has been spared while her breasts and clit have been severely punished. 

"You would do well to obey Master Bob, girl," Dora advises. "You will publicly and openly plead for your ass to be used. It will not be as painful as the torture that you are now experiencing. Believe you me that Master Bob will not give up until he gets his way. They have run a psychological profile on you and know that once you start begging for anal on the Internet your mortification and humiliation will be complete. There is no escape from here, girl. You must know that by now." 

Dora lets Jenny rest for a while. Then she announces that Bob is returning and binds Jenny's hands above her head and spreads her legs two feet apart at the ankles. 

"How are those breasts this morning, girl?" Bob asks. He notices how swollen the teats are, dark red, bruised, and tumescent. 

"They hurt very much, Master," Jenny replies. 

"Even to be kissed?" Bob asks. His wicked, sinister, evil lips kiss, lick, and suck her nipples. She squirms and twists to avoid him, without success. Then he removes his belt. Jenny blanches, expecting him to whip her breasts again. But instead he runs the belt back and forth over her vulva. "Tomorrow your breasts will be hard and sensitive. Today I work that pussy. That is, unless you have decided to embrace your anal wonderland." Bob chuckles. 

Again and again the black leather belt whips her vulva and inner thighs. Jenny struggles to avoid the swats and smacks without success. She tries to keep from screaming but cannot. After about a dozen blows she yells bloody murder! 

"Are you ready to become my little anal queen?" Bob asks.

"Master, please don't whip me anymore," she begs. 

"Yes or no?" Bob asks. 

"Can a girl think about it?" Jennifer pleads. 

"OK, fine," Bob retorts, "you have the rest of the day. If the answer is 'no' then expect the inflatable butt plug as your constant companion. Dora will let you have a sample." Bob then turns to Dora: "Plug her and inflate her. Increase the pressure each hour for four hours. Then remove the plug. Let her consider it as a 24/7 means of inducement. And let her understand that she will have enemas instead of suppositories. She will be allowed only fifteen minutes a day on the toilet." 

Bob leaves the room. Dora goes over to the table of toys and playthings and gets an inflatable butt plug. It is teardrop shaped with a round base stand. Dora applies K.Y. Jelly and walks behind Jenny. 

"Relax, girl," Dora commands. "This won't hurt if you relax." 

"I'm too small and tight," Jenny complains. "And how can a girl relax when someone is shoving something up her ass?" 

"It's going in," Dora explains. "Do you want to be unconscious when it is inserted?" 

"Yes, Mistress," Jenny responds. Dora goes to the medicine cabinet and brings back a three ounce cup of water and a pill. Jenny opens her mouth and receives the pill, washing it down. In about five minutes she hangs motionless. Dora spreads her glorious hemispheres and eases the butt plug into her Glory of Glories. It is almost an hour later before Jenny recovers from the drug. She senses the device. 

"It's almost time to increase the pressure," Dora says, squeezing the black bulb. Jenny feels a maximum of discomfort. "The next three times I inflate will be much worse. You really need to consider Master Bob's offer. I'm sure that he won't give up until he gets his way. After you have been hanging here and your anus is painfully distended then maybe you will come around." 

Things transpired as Dora predicts. At the time for final inflation, Jenny screams and cries. "I agree, I agree, no more Mistress, I'll be Bob's dirty little anal slug. Just stop stretching me and get me down from this chain." 

---

The third morning came. Jenny can hardly stand to touch her breasts. She remembers all that Master Bob had said. She also remembers him telling about needles and other things. As she looks up Dora is beginning to strap her arms and legs in preparation for her breast slapping. 

"A girl thought that when she agreed to be a dirty anal slut that this breast slapping would cease," Jenny pleaded. 

"Only when Master Bob hears it for himself," Dora replies. Jenny gulps. She wonders if she can remain conscious, considering the condition of her teats. Once bound Dora starts slapping. After the fourth smack Jenny blacks out, only to be awakened by being bitch-slapped in her face. "A girl must be conscious," Dora commands. And the breast slapping continues. At last it is done and Jenny is fed and prepared for the day. 

Bob enters and sees Jenny stretched out, hands cuffed above her head. He walks over and cups his hands under her breasts. Jenny cries. "Well, has a girl decided?" Bob asks. 

"Yes, Master," Jenny answers. "A girl will be your nasty, dirty, filthy little anal slut. She will show off her nictitating brown star to the universe and experience anal orgasms, if permitted." 

"My, my," Bob remarks. "We have had success now haven't we. Dora, release Jenny and let her rest. Some chocolates and some aspirin to relieve her pain. And help her compose her supplications and oblations for anal sex." Bob smiles, this is a red-letter day for him, to be sure. 

---

The next morning breaks and Jenny is allowed breakfast without the torment of having her breasts slapped by Dora. After breakfast she is seated on the toilet. She is able to urinate but too sore to defecate from the inflatable butt plug. She knows that she will have to endure a glycerin suppository again. 

"Does a gorgeous girl have trouble making poop?" Dora inquires. 

"Yes, Mistress," Jenny replies. Jenny expects to have to present her derriere to Dora but instead is motioned to a bench. 

"I have prepared a warm vinegar and soap enema for a girl," Dora explains. It is a two liter bag for you, Jenny." Jennifer looks bewildered with large eyes. 

"That---that's not going in my ass, is it?" Jenny asks. She quickly adds: "Mistress." 

"Yes," Dora answers. "From the initial insert you have fifteen minutes before the second bag. This gets repeated three times. I guarantee that you will be washed clean for anal service. It's good that you are too shy to poop without some help. You make the perfect asshole." 

Bob makes his entry earlier than usual. Jenny is seated on the toilet. Bob enjoys having her make eye contact. After the third enema Dora orders Jenny to hold the solution, now almost clear, until Bob allows her to release it. Bob smiles. 

"A girl may shit right after she cums," Bob announces. Jennifer quivers. She is in no mood for sex. Dora hands her a large plastic dildo. Jennifer's clit is sore and bruised from the clit pump. She has trouble getting aroused. As she nears a climax, Bob cups his hands under her breasts and gently squeezes. The pain is excruciating and severe. Her arousal is dampened. Now more and more she is feeling the pressure of the enema in her bowels. She struggles to cum against a pain threshold and the possibility of an "accident." At long last she is able to cum. "Do tell your desires, girl," Bob commands. 

"Please fuck me in the butt, Master," Jenny begs. "A girl wants it in her ass so badly." 

"Doesn't sound too convincing too me," Bob complains. 

"But I said 'please' Master," Jenny replies. "Oh, OK, A girl would be honored to have you push three fingers into her rectum or a huge butt plug or, should she be so lucky, your huge penis, Master." 

"Better," Bob remarks. "By tomorrow develop a whole script of pleading and begging for anal penetration and be prepared to masturbate anally." 




Jenny



28 October 2011 Taunus Trumbo



Jenny



My wife Jenny has always been a tease and a flirt. The reality is that she uses these behaviors to mask her true personality and the fact is that I think she is afraid to risk our relationship by ever acting on one of her impulses. As a beautiful woman with long strawberry blond hair, long shapely legs and a body to die for, she has always gotten the attention of every guy in the room. We both figured that Jenny would run and hide if any guy ever got close enough.

My name is John and I have been married to Jenny for 8 years. Our sex life is pretty intense and we have maintained that intensity in part by roll playing, but only in the bedroom. There are times when Jenny just can't get enough sex and I have told her for a long time that she should stop the teasing and find another guy because she is wearing me out. We are both open and honest in our likes and dislikes in bed. Jenny has to be in just the right mood to try anal sex, and she refuses to swallow after giving one of her incredible blow jobs. She insists that she doesn't like the taste.

Even when I tell her that it would be a major turn on for me to hear her tell me all the gory details about her being with another guy, her reply is always the same. I love you too much to even consider such a thing. 

When we met, we had both had two prior relationships and it is a little game that Jenny and I play to ask each other after a hot session in bed how many partners we have shared a bed with. The answer for 8 years has been 3 counting you. The only difference in our response is that Jenny always ends hers with her ideas on what would ever happen if my number ever changed to 4.

Jenny is not a prude but she always makes sure she has an out when she tests some guy's interest. 

On the mild side, Jenny has been known to accidently leave a few too many buttons of her blouse open as we walk thru a public place or forget to wear panties when she is having some poor salesman assist her in trying on new shoes. At the other extreme she has been known to come running naked from our pool changing room and dive into the pool in front of a house full of guests. She always waits for everyone to leave or has a big towel lain out ahead of time before she gets out of the water.

Watching the looks on the guy's faces at the mall as they gawk at an exposed breast or seeing her bouncing tits and tight little ass exposed to all our guests as she heads for the pool has invariably led to some of our most intense orgasms.

On the other side of her little excursions, she won't play strip poker or go to a clothing optional beach because she would feel like she was on display and couldn't control who saw what part of her body or for how long.

I have always tried to stay in shape in order to keep up with my sexy wife who doesn't seem to have to try hard to maintain her figure. At 6'2 and 190 pounds, I always seem to get lost in a room when Jenny is with me.

Our best friends used to live right next door and there were times that we kept the gate open between the 2 back yards as we would throw a large pool party and both pools would be used by our mutual friends. Three months ago our friends relocated because of a better job situation.

Last week I came home early from work on a Tuesday and immediately saw a large SUV in the neighbor's driveway. Before I could get out of my car, this very attractive brunet came walking over and introduced herself as Alice, our new neighbor. She said that her husband's name was Bill and he would be along later with the moving van.

I was so taken back by this beautiful brunet dressed in jeans and an oversized sweat shirt that I don't think I remembered anything she said. Unfortunately I was home early to get ready for a Wednesday morning business trip. They didn't happen often but my trips usually consisted of a week to 10 days going back to meet my boss at corporate headquarters.

That night I shared my meeting Alice with Jenny and suggested that she might offer to help our new neighbors to unpack or to find their way around town. We left it at that and I left early the next morning for New York.

When I called home upon arrival Wednesday evening I had this weird sense of something different in Jenny's voice as she told me of her impression of the neighbors.

When I got home from work today Jenny said, the moving van was gone and their front door was open. I went over to introduce myself and before I could knock, Alice came to the door. Instead of her being tired and dirty from unpacking all day, she was dressed in the tiniest little bikini with a drink in her hand. My first thought was that you would really have enjoyed her incredible figure.

I said slow down and tell me all about it.

Jenny continued by telling me that Alice was wearing this white bikini that was little more than a postage stamp over her dark nipples and a thong bottom that clearly outlined her puffy lips. I think from all the perfect women that you have ever described to me, she is all of them wrapped into one.

Anyway, Alice led me through the house back to the pool. I was dressed in baggy shorts and modest halter ready to help unpack. As we walked thru the house I noticed immediately that everything was put away and all the boxes discarded. When I asked how they made it look so easy, Alice said they moved often and the trick was in hiring extra workers.

When we walked out the back door, this hunk of a man stood to introduce himself. You already knew his name was Bill. What you didn't tell me was that he was tall dark and built.

Before I could remind Jenny that I had never met Bill, she continued like an excited child. She said he was at least 6'7 with six pack abs wearing a speedo that made me drool because of the outline of his groin. I didn't think any man could be that well-endowed.

I had never heard this kind of excitement from my wife so I said as innocently as possible, is he the one.

Jenny ignored me and went on to tell me that she almost wet her panties when Bill set his drink down, stood up and hugged her so tight she thought he was going to break something.

Alice got me a drink and we sat and talked like we had known each other for ever. They are such incredibly warm people and I truly liked them both. They moved here from Chicago don't know anyone in town and I invited them for diner on Saturday without thinking that you wouldn't be home.

When I finally got up to leave Alice hugged me and Bill lifted my chin to his and gave me this incredibly passionate kiss.

I asked Jenny if she liked it and she confessed that she had opened her mouth and let Bill's tongue explore her mouth. After such an unexpected response to Bill's kiss, Jenny said she realized that Alice had seen the whole thing and yet when Alice walked her to the door Jenny said there wasn't a trace of anything wrong.

To that I said, are you telling me that you could fulfill my fantasy with this new neighbor.

Jenny said don't be silly, he has a wife and I like them both. Besides what do I do about Saturday night if you aren't home? Isn't that a bit rude, or at a minimum, awkward with me being the third wheel.

I will leave that little problem in your capable hands I said. Just remember I want to hear all about it when you do take him to bed.

To that Jenny said what you mean when, as she said goodnight and quickly hung up the phone without waiting for me to respond.

All day Thursday and Friday I had a hard time focusing on work as my mind went over the possibility of Jenny and this stranger fulfilling my fantasy. By comparison Saturday was even harder as I tried to kill the day in a strange city while my wife prepared to host a small get together with the neighbors.

On both Thursday and Friday, Jenny had kept to herself and had no new information about our new neighbors.

About noon on Saturday I called home and caught Jenny in the middle of making her famous chili and cornbread for dinner. She was so excited about her evening ahead. She went on to tell me about the special wine she had purchased and the new dress she bought.

Jenny said, I don't want to appear obvious so I don't know if I will wear the dress or just my skin tight jeans and that pretty white halter that reveals my tummy and a lot of cleavage, you know, it's the one that you like so much.

All I could say was that I was sure she would be fine in either, though the thought of her wearing that white top for another man really intrigued me. I guess you have made up your mind that an evening with Bill is worth the risk of all that awkward stuff you mentioned.

To that she said well I did invite them.

I asked her if I would hear from her before she went to bed with an obvious implication that would have been even more so except for the fact that Alice was joining them.

We said good bye and I located what appeared to be a good neighborhood bar to spend the evening. It was right next to this interesting Italian restaurant that I planned to have dinner at.

I was excited for Jenny but at the same time I knew that I would be on my own for a Saturday night in a city that I knew little about.

It was quarter after eight when my cell phone rang. I remember that distinctly because I knew Jenny's guests were invited for dinner at seven thirty and I had just ordered my first drink in the noisy bar after a leisurely dinner.

In a whisper on the other end of the phone that I could hardly recognize, Jenny told me that Alice had to fly home this morning to take care of her sick mother and Bill showed up with a bottle of wine and a dozen roses. She said we just finished dinner and he went to use the restroom. 

Before I could ask her anything she said gotta go and she hung up.

I wasn't sure if she was going to ask my permission for what she was about to do, or if she was telling me not to call. Either way I had plenty of time to think about all the times I told her that her having sex with another man would be a turn on for me.

Without really thinking about it, I thought I would call and have her just listen when she answered saying she couldn't talk. There were so many things I wanted to tell my beautiful wife. My call went directly to the message machine.

I decided it would be easier to drink my way thru the long night but after my third drink I thought better of it and headed for my room. I stared at the TV wondering if Jenny would really allow this to happen and if she would allow it, had she already been fucked by our new neighbor.

I did come to terms with the fact that this night was something I had asked for and that I really wanted Jenny to do this for me. The part I never thought about was that waiting was a lot harder than I could have imagined.

Somewhere around 4 in the morning I must have fallen asleep. I woke with a start at just after 6 and after I remembered where I was and how Jenny had probably spent her night; I dialed our home phone only to have it go directly to the machine again.

Ten hours since I heard from Jenny and I was so turned on and so lost that I couldn't sit still. I paced the room, I ordered coffee, and I tried finding a show on TV to take my mind off my wife. Deep down I knew she was Ok but I also wondered about a million other scenarios. I had set my own trap and there was nothing I could do but wait.

It was almost noon and I still hadn't heard from Jenny. I had already decided that no matter what happened, I wanted to hear all about it, but I was going to let Jenny tell me when she was ready.

At 2 o'clock Sunday afternoon, I almost jumped out of my skin when the phone rang. I stared at it almost afraid to answer. After the fourth ring I picked up the receiver and said hello.

Jenny said good afternoon sweetheart, I hope your night wasn't too awful.

I was so relieved to hear her voice that I couldn't think of anything to say. After a few awkward moments of silence I thought of our after sex question and without thinking, I asked her how many men have you taken to your bed?

Jenny didn't respond right away and again the phone went silent. Finally she said 3. 

My heart sank as I thought she was either lying or that she hadn't slept with Bill because that was always her answer.

After a long hesitation, Jenny said not counting you, but before you ask and before I explain, I want to tell you that I love you. I also want to tell you that I did sleep with Bill and that it was incredible. Anything more than that I would like to tell you when you get home.

I had already decided to let Jenny have her space so I said I would like that but that I didn't want her to leave anything out. She promised to tell me all the intimate details.

It was an incredibly long time till I got off the plane early Tuesday evening.

It was all worth it when Jenny met me at the baggage pick-up wearing her tight jeans and my favorite white blouse. She looked incredibly alive and vibrant.

It was still early evening when we got home. After an incredibly passionate kiss at the airport, we were totally silent on the ride home. Without either of us saying anything we held hands and headed for the bedroom where I held Jenny and gave her another passionate kiss. Maybe I was going a little overboard but I wanted to reassure Jenny that whatever she had done was with my blessing.

When Jenny came up for air she asked if I was mad at her.

How could I be mad at you I said? I continued by telling Jenny that I was originally going to let you tell me about your experience in your own time but that I had changed my mind. I said I wasn't going to let either of us sleep until I heard the entire story.

We climbed into bed and fully dressed my sexy little wife began.

I opened the door when Bill knocked at precisely 7:30. He was holding a dozen roses and a bottle of wine. I immediately saw that Alice wasn't with him and asked if she was running late.

Bill said she left for a family emergency and if it was OK we would be dining alone. After a small hesitation I said that would be wonderful.

We had a glass of wine and then I put out the dinner. The whole time we talked about all sorts of things. After dinner I broke out more wine and we went to the living room. I kept thinking that Bill was extremely tall and then I wondered when you would show up to save your damsel.

I sat in the middle of the sofa before I realized that it only left a seat on either side of me that was maybe closer than he might have been comfortable with. Bill chose not to sit in the luv seat but right next to me.

Two glasses of wine later the conversation seemed to stall as I am sure we both wondered where our evening was headed. I decided to be very up front and looked Bill directly in the eyes as I said, I have only known you for a few short days and I really like you. I then said that I didn't make a habit of being alone with men but that in this case I also knew the man's wife and I liked her to. 

Bill just smiled down at me and said that he and Alice had an open relationship and if that was my only concern I should stop talking. He lifted my chin and we embraced in a long hot passionate kiss with our tongues exploring each other's mouths. Before I knew what was happening Bill's hand was on my shoulder. I was wearing this very blouse that you like so much and my shoulders were naked as his hand roamed my shoulder and down my arm. 

When he got to my hand, he intertwined his long fingers with mine and pulled my hand to my chest where he rested it between my breasts. My panties were already damp and my nipples were hard and swollen. He hadn't yet touched me inappropriately and I was already noticing that he was different than how you make me feel. I won't say it was better or worse, it was just different.

I pulled my hand from his and placed his hand directly on my left tit. As she said this Jenny took my hand and placed it under her blouse and directly on her braless left nipple. I was only too happy to stroke Jenny's nipples as she went on telling me about her date.

Jenny continued by saying that after a few minutes of fondling my tit, Bill lifted my arms and pulled my blouse over my head. All of a sudden I realized that I was sitting topless alone in my own home with this giant of a man. I really liked how it felt to somehow not be in charge. I knew this wasn't just teasing and that this man was going to end up in my bed, All I could hope was that you were serious about wanting to share me. 

At first I had myself convinced that I was going to do this for you and that somewhere before it went too far I would find a way to stop it. As I helped Bill remove my blouse and I saw how hard my nipples were, I knew that if this was ok with you, I not only wanted to spread my legs for Bill but this was not your wife being a big tease.

Bill took me in his arms and as he broke our kiss, he started placing wet little kisses all over my chest. He would work his way all the way to one of my nipples and then without ever giving my little buds any attention he would start over again with my lips. All my efforts were spent moving my body to get Bill to suck my nipples, but all I succeeded in doing was ending up flat on my back on the sofa.

After getting me all worked up, Bill undid the button on my jeans and worked his hand down my tummy and into my panties. I was soaking wet by this point and wanted to find some relief. Instead Bill worked his fingers slowly over my mound and would stop just before he reached my wet lips.

I realized that the foreplay was very one sided and I reached for the buttons on his shirt. By the time I got the second button undone, Bill picked me up as if I was a little doll and without asking where it was, carried me down the hall and into your bed.

With Bill now giving both my nipples the attention they needed we managed to remove my jeans and his shirt. This time he worked his little kisses across my tummy and down to my groin as I lifted my hips to meet his attention. He slowly pulled my thong down my legs and threw them in the pile on the floor. He moved my legs apart and worked his way down to where he was laying between my spread legs and his fingers and tongue slowly spreading my nether lips. I decided that if Bill's foreplay technique was any indication of his talents, then the actual intercourse was going to be incredible. 

He slowly spread me open and inserted first one then two fingers into my drenched pussy. His fingers were so long and felt so incredibly good that I wondered how long I could hold my orgasm back.

With three fingers in my Vagina and his tongue dancing on my clit, I lost it and let out a loud scream as I came for the first time with someone other than you.

After giving me time to come back to reality, Bill started placing those little kisses all over my body again, paying special attention to my tits and my cunt. I came two more times from his foreplay and I hadn't even seen or touched his cock.

As he turned to tongue fuck my pussy again, I reached over and started massaging his cock thru his slacks. After coming down from the throws of yet another tongue induced orgasm I managed to remove Bills slacks and boxers. Standing at full attention was the biggest cock I had ever seen and I took it in my hand as I pulled its engorged head to my lips.

Knowing that I was finally getting what I wanted, I tried unsuccessfully to swallow Bill's dick. When I realized that there was no way to take it all in my mouth, I settled for sucking as much as I could handle and pumping the base of his dick and his balls with my tiny hand.

It didn't take more than a few minutes before I felt his Jism headed toward my mouth. This time instead of pulling it out, I tried to swallow as much as I could as Bill came in my mouth.

After I finished cleaning my face and his monster with my fingers and tongue, I realized that Bill was still hard so I looked at him and said I need your cock inside me. As I rolled onto my back and spread my legs wide, bill climbed between them. I took his hard cock in my hand and guided it toward my opening before I thought about what I was doing.




Jenny



For all the times you have been inside me, I always felt like I was taking as much as my vagina could handle. Now I was telling this man that I was ready and I hadn't even been able to get his cock all the way into my mouth.

I felt like an animal in heat and I was going to have this cock inside me even if it split me open.

Bill started slowly inserting the head of his cock into me. Surprisingly I felt it stretching me open further than I had ever been taken, but it was only mildly uncomfortable. As he buried himself past the farthest point that your cock had ever gone I yelled give it to me. Fuck me. I need it all.

Still stroking my wife's naked tits and soft skin as she told me everything, Jenny said Bill took her all the way in one hard push.

I had heard that large cocks can take some getting used to Jenny said, but all I felt was complete ecstasy as our pelvic bones met and Bill started pounding me with more cock than this girl had ever experienced. My orgasms after that were constant as I tried to take all that Bill had to give, I started raising my hips to meet his thrusts and I tried to tighten my pussy lips as he came close to pulling out of your wife's wet hole.

I lost track of time and I lost track of how many times I came with Bill inside me. The next thing I knew was there was daylight coming thru the window and we hadn't slept. 

I said to Bill that we should probably shower and call our spouses, but he insisted on one more round with me lowering my swollen cunt onto his still erect penis. After another incredible orgasm, I couldn't stop as Bill started touching and kissing me all over my body. 

Even after all night sex, I was still ready to go again. We fucked each other until out of complete exhaustion I had to beg Bill to stop.

We showered together as he complimented my body and I admired his.

Finally, wearing only my thong, I walked Bill out to the pool and kissed him goodbye at his gate. I came in and called you immediately.

Knowing that the first call had been just after eight and that second call was at two the next afternoon it didn't take me long to figure out that Jenny had maybe met her match. I looked at my beautiful wife and said can you handle some more?

Jenny slipped out of her clothes and then slowly undressed me as she kept saying thank you. Our romp in the hay may have only lasted two hours, but it was more than I could handle and it included a few new things that Jenny must have learned from Bill. I was not complaining.

When it was obvious that I had given all I had, I looked at my wife and playfully asked how many men she had shared her bed with. 

I was a little confused when she said, counting you, 4 sort of.

I immediately asked what do you mean sort of.

Jenny blushed and said well I kind of have a confession and I hope you won't be mad at me but I took the day off from work today and I was lying topless by the pool. Well I must have dozed off and the next thing I know, Bill was sitting on the lounge chair next to me. Without saying a word, he removed my thong and fucked me right there on the lounge chair.

When Bill was done and three orgasms later, we sat there naked and talked for a while. I confessed to having sex with him initially to fulfill your fantasy, but then I had to tell him how wonderful it made me feel and that I had hand picked him for the occasion.

He told me that he was in the import/export business and that he traveled a lot. He also said that it was not unusual for his business contacts to spend the night. He told me that Alice knew all about our little affair and would have no problem with it because she often took my business partners to bed if she found them attractive or if she was horny. He also said that they frequented the nude beaches and wife swapping parties.

After exchanging all of our secretes Bill said that if you were still speaking to me after what he and I had shared that he had two propositions for me.

When I assured him that my promiscuity was with your blessing he invited me to join him tonight after I talked to you.

Not sure that I wanted to give up my place in her bed so soon I said what exactly do you mean.

Jenny said that Alice liked to sunbathe in the nude and if it was ok with you, the two of you could take it as an open invite to stop by for a roll in the hay if you found one of us naked by the pool.

I said are you ok with that?

How could I not be ok with you fucking Alice after what you have given me and as long as we are both honest.

Jenny then said that brings me to the second offer that Bill made. 

With my cock getting hard again, I asked what that might be.

Without hesitation, Jenny said that she was going to ask if it was ok but instead she had decided to go ahead and accept Bill's offer and leave it to me as to wither I watched or joined in.

Now totally confused I said what are you talking about?

Jenny said that Bill had a few business associates spending the night tonight. He owed them some favors and if I wanted to I could go over and be the entertainment. He would leave the back light on as a signal that it was ok and if I came over, I should skip the formalities and wear as little as possible.

Jenny went on to say that even though she was a little sore already, she had a fantasy of her own to fulfill. 

When I asked her what that was she said we better hurry up and shower because she needed to clean up. 

After a nice hot shower and Jenny spending a little extra time douching, I followed her out the back gate and over to the adjoining gate with our new neighbor. I was wearing Jeans and an old t-shirt, Jenny was wearing the tiniest shorts I had ever seen her in. I admired her perfect tits as they bounced ever so slightly in the light of the moon.

As she opened Bill's back door without knocking she said that her fantasy was to be fucked by more than one cock at a time and that it would be even better if she never knew their names.

I was wondering if I was ready for the slut that I had awakened. As we walked into the kitchen Alice led my topless wife into the study where Bill was discussing something serious with four men. Jenny walked to the center of the room and slowly removed her tiny shorts as what I saw as an open invitation to the five men sitting there.

The next morning as we walked home thru the back gate I asked my exhausted wife how many men she had shared her bed with. She looked at me and said well technically four. 

When I looked confused she smiled and said well the four guys that I fucked tonight were not in my bed and Alice is not a guy. I think in future you are going to have to be more specific.



Jenny



Craig launched the shortcut to his Chrome browser with a practiced click. Without thought, he opened the link to his local Craigslist section and went to the "casual encounters" section. The young man brushed a few oily strands of thin brown hair away from his eyes as he browsed the "women for men" listings. He picked at a few acne scars absentmindedly with his left hand while he filtered through the ads. Only once had he had luck with the site - if it could be called luck. He soon learned that if a dollar sign appeared anywhere in the ad, the lady expected to be paid for her troubles. So, rather than pay the $200 fee for an hour's worth of sex, Craig enjoyed five minutes of verbal abuse where he learned (according to Jane Doe) that no woman would ever touch such a scrawny, pimply, buck-toothed asshole too cheap to pay for what he'd never get otherwise. She left pissed and he stayed home, still a virgin. At 24 years of age.

"Fake," he said out loud. "Holy fuck, she's huge. No. No." He paused. "Is that... is that a dick in her... oh, yeah. Trans. No. Dammit." He nearly closed the browser in frustration but paused when he saw an ad labeled "Mary Jane Wants To Play." As naive as he was, even he knew what "Mary Jane" meant. Perhaps... It was a warm, nearly Summer Friday night and he was bored out of his mind. As bored as he was every single day after a day shift in the kitchen of the local IHOP. He considered. He wondered. He hesitated. Boredom won out in the end. No new games on the PS3, his one semi-friend was off at his girlfriend's house getting laid and here Craig sat. The thought of trying weed for the first time was thrilling and, he decided, why the hell not?

His email was answered within minutes with a set of prices and an address. Craig was only slightly creeped out to learn the place was a few blocks from his apartment. He knew the location and was glad it was still light out - it wasn't the best area around. 

It took barely a moment for Craig to find a clean white t-shirt to go with his favorite pair of blue jeans and then, with keys and wallet in hand, he left. As he stepped outside, he lifted his face to the sun, eyes closed, breathing in the warm air. The wind ruffled his hair and he grinned, with his mouth closed to hide his overly large two front teeth. It was a habit formed when he was old enough to realize people made fun of him for it. Craig paused at the ATM near his house and then walked the three blocks over to a small blue house with a chain link fence and bars on the window. Beer cans littered the lawn of the house like cylindrical buildings toppled in some alcoholic apocalypse. He opened the gate and stepped up to the door, knocking loud enough to be heard over the booming music playing inside.

Craig raised his hand to knock again when the door suddenly opened, unleashing a torrent of dubstep. The man standing at the door was a little under six feet tall, dressed in a black t-shirt with a white skull symbol. He had short hair, a stubble of a beard and green eyes. Craig thought he looked almost thirty years old but realized he could be way younger; he'd always been bad at guessing ages.

"Yeah?" The man asked. "What do you want?"

I could just leave, Craig thought. I could just turn around and go and say I have the wrong house. That'd be pretty easy. Dammit. Dammit. Craig nearly grimaced. "Hey - I answered the ad. The ad on Craigslist."

The man was nodding. "Aw, yeah, man. Craig, right? Come on in. You look okay."

Craig swallowed and stepped past the man when he opened the door wider. The living room was dark and smelled musty. A large TV hung on the wall in front of a massive black leather couch. More beer cans and bags of chips hid in corners and on tables around the room. The window blinds were all closed and there was a faint haze of smoke lingering in the air. It stunk.

"It's just me and John. Well, and Jenny's around somewhere. Supposedly. I'm Dave. How much you bring?" The man (Dave) shambled over to a bookshelf near the TV.

"I - sixty bucks." Craig looked around but all he could see was part of the kitchen. The throbbing music, darkness and smell of weed was disorienting and he could feel the edges of a headache coming on. The sooner he was out, he decided, the better.

"Oh, cool, cool. What kind you want?" Dave dug through a few boxes on the shelves.

"I don't know. Whatever's good?" 

The man turned to Craig. "Whoa, bruh, is this your first time? You never smoked before? Do you even know how?" He grinned in that particular way people do when someone is about to embarrass themselves - equal parts condescending and amusement.

"No. I just thought - don't you just roll it up and smoke it?" 

"Hey man, it's cool. I got just the thing for you. Why don't you hang out and we'll all smoke together. I'll show you how it works." Dave turned to the kitchen and yelled, "Hey John! Bring some pipes, man. We gonna smoke some fuckin' weed."

Craig almost ran for it. Almost. His hands shook from the sudden adrenaline of a situation that felt wrong. The headache bloomed behind his eyes and he winced. "Nah, hey it's cool. I'll just-"

A slender man in shorts and a tank top rounded the corner of the kitchen. John's black hair was held back in a ponytail and his angular face darted to look at Craig as he entered. He held three glass bongs in his hands. He nodded at Craig and went to stand with Dave. "What're we smokin' today?" 

"Yo, Devil Dog for us and... lessee..." Dave picked through the bags in one box and then moved to another, smaller one. "Something easy for the kid. Hey, what about this one? It's smooth, right?"

John looked at the bag and then at Craig. "First time, huh? Yeah. Yeah, I think that'll work. Have a seat Craig, I'll get us set up. This the new one from Scotty, right? Yeah. That'll be good."

Dave sat at the edge of the couch while John opened bags. "Come on, man. Couch is big enough for all of us." He patted the middle next to him. "John, yo, did Spencer pay us back already?"

"Yeah. Last week. You have shit memory." John handed Dave his pipe and then carefully started on a second one. Craig's eyes watered from the sudden acrid scent filling the air. "I think I'm gonna skip. Mind if I hang out, though?" Dave shook his head as he coughed. "Cool. Here you go, bro. What's your name, anyway?"

Craig took the pipe with shaky hands and nearly dropped it. "It's Craig. Do I just - do I just smoke it?"

"Yeah. Watch Dave do it. Can't really fuck it up. Just don't choke to death or throw up, all right?"

No trusting himself to speak more, Craig watched as Dave took a puff from his pipe and then, after a moment, exhaled. John spoke from the side. "Don't swallow it. And you'll need to take several hits. It'll kick in eventually."

Craig breathed in, letting the smoke fill his mouth, holding it for several seconds before exhaling. And then again. And again. The smoke burned his mouth slightly but otherwise didn't feel bad at all. He closed his eyes and leaned back in the couch, listening to the music. The headache wasn't as bad as he thought and it seemed like relaxing helped it.

Time passed and he took more hits. He turned to John. "When does it start doing something?" The two men around him cracked up, Dave choking as smoke billowed out of his mouth. "What? What's funny?"

"That's the third time you asked us that. Dude, it's already working. Relax, man. Just relax and take a break from it."

"But I don't - oh." He could remember asking the other times when he stopped and thought hard enough. No wonder they were laughing at him. He just couldn't tell how long he'd been sitting there smoking. It was pleasant. His headache was completely gone and he just felt relaxed and buzzing. "This is good. I could get used to this." Craig scratched his stomach under his shirt, luxuriating in the way his nails felt against his skin. He didn't know it made sensations feel different but then, he was a complete novice when it came to drugs. He could feel a slight pressure in the pit of his stomach and he wondered if he was hungry.

Dave reached out to his hair. "I think we got some cannabis cream you could use for your hair. That shit's oily." 

"Mmmm," Craig answered, pressing his head against the man's head. 

"Oh, you like that, huh?" Dave scratched Craig's hair slowly and Craig shifted on the couch from the feeling. 

"Yeah. I didn't know weed did that. Didn't know it made things feel different. That's good. It's like a massage and a little tickling. Feels real good." Craig tucked his head to his chin and then around in small circles as Dave scratched around his scalp. It took several minutes to realize what was happening and, when he did, he snapped up and leaned away. "Whoa. Whoa. That's- whoa. Sorry, man. This shit's weird. I'm, shit, I'm sorry."

Dave grinned back at him. "Hey, don't sweat it. It's your first time." The man patted Craig's thigh and squeezed and Craig wriggled, leaning slightly back towards him. 

The music felt like a continuous wall of noise but Craig grinned despite it. He felt good. Everything just felt really smooth. His hand was under his shirt again, scratching with his long nails and he moaned slightly, reaching his hands down into his pants to scratch at his pubic hair. His dick was hard and he almost grabbed it before snatching his hands away. He'd forgotten John and Dave were there with him. They just didn't exist temporarily and he'd been distracted by the itching. 

"... gotta go slow and careful, man." John spoke to his side and Craig moaned. His hand was on Dave's leg, massaging and kneading the man's jeans with his nails. Dave was kissing his neck and he couldn't remember him leaning in or what John had been talking about. He just felt so sensitive. He moaned again and trailed his hand up John's leg until he felt the man's hand on his own, guiding it higher.

Craig snatched his hand back and pushed Dave off of him. "Hey. Heeeey. Hey fuck you. What are you doing?" His voice sounded wrong to his ears but it was getting hard to hear through the music. He turned to look at Dave and brushed thick brown hair away from his eyes with long fingers. And then he stopped and held his hands out in front of himself. Female hands. The little hairs on the back of his hand and knuckles were gone, as were most of the wrinkles. His eyes went wide.

Dave was still grinning back at him. "Hey. There's our Jenny," he told Craig. The man leaned forward to Craig's chest and Craig felt his warm wet mouth on his shirt, followed immediately by an intense, nearly ticklish sensation radiating from his chest down to his erect cock. Craig moaned, cradling Dave's head against his chest. When Dave pulled away, Craig looked down in a daze. Two large nipples pressed against the tight white fabric of his shirt. The nipple on the right was slightly larger and aching from the attention it just received. The area around the shirt was wet and cooling in the air.

"No. No, this isn't right. This, aahhhh..." John's hand was on the inside of his thigh and the man was clawing at his skin. His sensitive skin. 

"It is right, Craig," John told him. "Just relax. There's a good girl. Just relax. I can't fucking believe Scotty was telling the truth about this shit. Holy fuck, man." Craig reached out, nearly mindlessly to grab John's thigh. He rocked his hips as Dave clawed down to his knee and then back up to his crotch. His jeans felt tight against his body. A sudden cracking noise sounded and Craig fell against Dave, gasping for breath. His ass was aching and the jeans were cutting into his flesh. Craig reached for his jean's button, trying to work it through the hole with a woman's hand and a woman's nails. 

With a double ripping sound, the jeans split along the sides and Craig moaned again, loudly with his head back and eyes closed. He felt an itching around the crown of his head and then a weight settled around his shoulders - the weight of his hair growing out. Brown and curly, oily no longer. His skin through the jeans was smooth and creamy white. His hips were wider and the jeans still cut into his thighs and waist. His cock was pounding and aching.

"Here, sweetheart," Dave crooned. "Let me help." Dave's hands expertly worked his button and zipper and Craig sighed in relief as his hips and ass relaxed from the sudden lack of pressure. Dave was careful not to touch Craig's cock but, instead, the man ran his hands up Craig's side and to his nipples. Craig shivered from the feeling of the man's short nails on his smooth skin. He squirmed and moaned again when Dave pinched his right nipple.

"No," Craig told the man. "It's too hard. Can you... oh god, can you use your mouth again?" The man complied immediately. "Yessss... oh shit, that's good, man." Craig's hips were rocking slowly back and forth and he twined his long fingers through the man's short hair, pressing him to his chest. John's hand almost startled him as it touched his side and then worked down and into his pants, lightly scratching the smooth skin of his thigh. It felt like a live wire ran directly down from the nipple in Dave's mouth to the head of his dick. Craig's hand had somehow made its way into John's pants and he could felt John's thick cock against the soft skin of his new hands. John's hands worked at his own pants and, suddenly, his dick was free. Craig found his bong and took several hits while he played with the man's dick, dragging his nails along the flesh and giggling at the way John's breathing changed when he did.

Without a thought, Craig leaned over to kiss John, breathing out the remnants of his smoke as their tongues writhed against each other. Craig worked the man's cock up and down with his soft hand while they kissed. John's fingers pulled at Craig's long hair and then tugged him down and away from John's mouth. Down John pushed and down Craig went until the man's dick was against his mouth. No other push was needed - Craig opened his wet little mouth and took the man's cock as far as he could, choking for a moment before pulling slightly back. It was salty and had a slight smell but he liked the way it felt against his tongue, warm and smooth with veins that moved around when he licked at them. 

Craig suddenly pulled completely away from John and arched his back in pain. "Off!" He screamed in a shrill woman's voice. "Oh god! I need my pants off now! It hurts!" His ribs felt like they were cracking as his chest narrowed in size but his lower back burned in immense pain. Someone's hands were around his legs, tugging at the tight fabric of his jeans. 

"... touching his underwear OR his dick. I'm not gay, man. Why don't..." Craig couldn't tell who was speaking. His head was a sudden bright point of pain and then, suddenly, everything was silent. For one brief moment, he couldn't hear anything at all. And then the noise crashed back into him.

"... THE FUCK!" Both men stood in front of him, shocked looks on their face. His jaw ached. As he looked at the two men, he heard a series of popping sounds and watched as his nose flattened and pushed away from his face. John covered his mouth in horror but Dave just seemed confused. The skin along the elongated part of his face was covered in a light brown fuzz of hair. Under his eyes, the fuzz of hair grew into a soft down of brown fur, completely covering what he could see of his muzzle. The fur around his mouth and nose was a lighter brown than the rest and, when he reached his hands up to touch it, it felt soft and strange to the touch. It was if he were touching someone else's body but could still feel it somehow. 

Craig's fingers traced along his jaws and up. The fur ended right below his ears... or where his ears should be. The skin on the side of his head was completely smooth and he briefly panicked. Fingers scrambling along his head and through his thick, strong brown hair until he touched some other new, foreign part of his body. Ears. Long ears. Furry. Near the top of his head, poking through his hair, tipped in a little bit of fur. They swiveled as he touched them. 

"What's happening to me," he whispered. His eyes pleaded with the two men. "Why... oh god. Oh god. It... oh god!" He looked down, barely seeing the tips of his nipples with the strange way his eyes and face were now arranged. As he watched, his shirt puffed out and he could feel the skin on his chest moving. His breasts grew. Slowly. Slowly he watched his nipples come into completely view and then continue to push out. His shirt pulled up, revealing a fuzzy, flat stomach, coated with a brown fur. More sensations along his lower body revealed another set of nipples pushing out through his stomach and through short, wiry fur that was now spreading along his feminine torso. Still further his breasts grew and he felt things tugging inside of them as fatty tissues and new nerves reconnected. A line of light brown fur crept up from his stomach and between his breasts while they finally stopped growing. Fat nipples strained against his shirt and every time the shirt moved, he wanted to moan and writhe on the couch for the two men standing in front of him. With his new nose, he could smell the cum tipping their cocks. His mouth watered at the thought of taking their dicks into his muzzle and a long, nearly black tongue unrolled from his mouth and worked its way around his black lips. 

Craig reached for his furry stomach with lithe arms. Two sets of smaller nipples were visible on his stomach from where the shirt was pulled up. He tweaked one of the nipples and didn't bother to hold back the moan it evoked. Thick, wiry fur pushed at the front of his underwear and he could see his limp dick though the sudden bush. The simple briefs strained at the size of his ass and thighs but he worked two thumbs into the band and wriggled himself out of them. Brown hairs grew along the lengths of his arms and down to his hands as he undressed himself. With the underwear to his knees, he stood, wobbly on his feet and then pulled the underwear off the rest of the way. Craig worked his hands around his ass, feeling the smooth fur and the firmness of his larger ass cheeks. His hand stopped at a bump just above the split in his ass. As he felt, the skin pushed out. Inch by inch his tail grew, as thick as his wrist was - his womanly wrist. Fur grew with every push until the tail was dragging against the floor. At the very tip, longer black hairs sprouted. He could feel it moving against his ass cheeks and his lower back. Tugging and twisting and rubbing. He could make it move if he concentrated enough but it seemed to move by itself as well. The fur of the tail rubbing against the fur of his ass was sensual. 

With a deft movement, Craig grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled up. His massive breasts relaxed down and to the side slightly as he struggled to pull the shirt off of his ears and muzzle. Now he stood completely naked and he explored the hard length of his body with delicate, furred hands.

"... fucking isn't what the guy said. What the fuck are we supposed to do, Dave?" 

"... kinda sexy. Look at her. I don't care what she looks like."

Craig cried out and fell back on to the couch. The skin of her toes were sealing together on both feet. Her calf muscles expanded, doubling in size as her toenails grew to cover the front of her feet. 

John shrieked suddenly. "Oh shit. Oh SHIT! Dave! Dave, look! What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck, man!" 

Craig looked up to see nipples pressing against John's tank top. A woman's nipples. John's face was subtly different as well - more slim, higher cheekbones and a more delicate chin. Craig smiled. "Looking good, man. Hey, don't cry. It doesn't hurt. It feels amazing. Look at me. Look at this - uhh-haah!" 

Bones cracked and reformed in Craig's feet as the toenails grew into small hooves. Now it did hurt. Badly. Her ankle broke and moved, disappearing behind a thick tuft of fur along the base of the hoof. Craig dug her long nails into the couch beside her, moaning through clenched teeth.




Jenny



"... it stop. Call him. Jesus Fucking Christ! Call him and find out how to make it stop! Why?! Why is this fucking happening?!" John's hair was down to his shoulders now and his breasts were pushing out the front of his shirt. A loud popping noise made him cry out and Craig could see the flesh around the man's hips flare out into a woman's figure. "Please! Please Dave!" John's hand reached up to his left breast, massaging and pinching a nipple that had poked out through the cut in the side of the shirt. He moaned and thrashed on the ground, the long nails of his other hand digging into the carpet beside him. Black fur dotted the man's checks in small patches and Craig watched the man's ears flatten into smooth skin.

Dave watched both of them and then turned back to John. "Nah, man. It's good. Ride it out."

A final burning sensation drew Craig's attention back to himself. She gripped the inside of her thighs and then flattened the fur around her dick as she felt the skin pull and tug around her crotch. Her dick was shrinking. Not in the way it did when it was cold - she actually felt her cock pulling into her body. Her breasts heaved on her chest as she breathed through the pain of it. All 8 of her nipples ached in time with each tug to her shrinking cock and she absently massaged them with one hand. Her nostrils flared and she tried to growl but made a loud "Heee-haaaaaaah!" sound instead. The head of her dick vanished beneath the thick fur between her legs and then pulled further, opening a wet gash. More tugs and pulls and pinches and she screamed ("HEEE-HAAAAAAAAH!") in pain as her insides re-arranged themselves, building a uterus and ovaries.

The top of the gush puckered and a small bit of skin pushed out before being overgrown by a larger bulge of skin. The flesh around her gash turned jet black and folded in on itself until her own pussy lips pushed together to cover her new, sopping wet cunt. Her entire pussy was black. The pain slowly faded and she looked up. John was flat on his back and naked. His skin was covered in patches of short fur and his breasts were even larger than Craig's breasts. Dave had his mouth on one of John's fat, black nipples, working his tongue over and around, biting and sucking on the thick skin. John had his arms and legs wrapped around Dave's body and the man was writhing and rocking his hips, moaning and gasping through a donkey's muzzle. John's thick tail thumped on the ground next to them. "Yess-haaaa! Yesssss-haaaaa!" John moaned, over and over.

"Dave," Craig murmured. Her voice was husky with need. When the man didn't look up, Craig reached two fingers down to her new pussy and touched herself lightly. It took her a moment to find her clit through the fur but she arched her back and moaned when she did. Her other hand went to her second set of breasts, pulling and kneading at them. "Dave. Look at me." Craig's tail moved behind her as he worked her hips against her fingers. She badly wanted to put her fingers inside but held herself back. When Dave finally stood, she smiled. Or tried to, as best as her muzzle would allow.

Dave's cock stood at thick attention and Craig felt something loosen inside of her pussy. "Mmmm... Dave. I want you. My pussy wants you. I just felt it. I just felt myself get wet. You don't know what it's like. Oh, Dave. Oh fuck, man. You don't know what it's like. I'm so fucking wet. I'm fucking drooling for your cock in me. Please, Dave. Please. Please fuck me. "

Dave approached, kneeling before Craig's furry thighs. Craig spread them wider and felt her pussy lips separate wetly. She screamed when Dave's shoved his face against her pussy. From the weed and the intense new feelings, she lost herself, fingernails scratching, trying to get purchase in Dave's short hair, gasping and moaning and pulling him harder against her clit. Craig pushed and worked her hips, fucking Dave's face and feeling the pressure build deep in the pit of her stomach. Gasping for air, her donkey's cry mixing with her human gasping, muscles tightening, stomach clenching until the storm broke and she bucked over and over, body shaking from the orgasm. Dave reached forward, taking Craig's lowest set of nipples into his mouth, taking the whole small breast into his mouth. 

"N... no... it's ... oh god it's too much. I'm too-!" Another orgasm, much smaller than the first, rolled through her body and she forgot how to breathe. When the world stopped screaming and her eyes cleared, John was near her, naked and furry and giggling. John's tail whipped back and forth as she awkwardly climbed the couch to straddle Craig's face, careful of her hooves around Craig's hands. 

"Fuck me. Fuck me with your muzzle, Craig. Fuck me with your tongue." John's own pussy was directly in front of Craig's face, driving her mad from the smell of it. John pressed her knees on the top of the couch, pushing her ass slightly back to make room for Craig's muzzle. She nearly fell when Craig's long tongue licked the length of her from ass to clit. Craig grabbed around John's thighs and held her in place, licking the fur around John's thighs and pussy until she moved her hands up to spread John's cunt open. She glanced briefly up at John and then entered her with her tongue. It took all of Craig's strength to keep John from collapsing.

Craig nearly dropped John when she felt the hot tip of Dave's cock against her pussy lips. "Oh Jesus," she whispered. There was no hesitation. No gentle slow penetration. Dave shoved his cock as deep into Craig as he could and Craig screamed in pain from it, feeling the flesh inside of her pussy tear. "You FUCKER! OH YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! YOU DICK! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST-haaaaaaaaa! HEEEEE-HAAAAAW!" Craig screamed. 

Despite her protests, Dave hadn't stopped pounding. John's tail lay against the man's back as he thrust in and out of Craig's sopping wet cunt. Blood mixed in with the thick clear liquid but despite the screams, Craig spread his legs wider for the man and, slowly, the screams turned into moans. Slowly, the tensed muscles relaxed and Craig pushed back against the hard cock. She could feel the man's dick pressing against the walls of her pussy - every bump and ridge inside of her tight little new-formed cunt gripped the man's hard cock. The pressure built in her stomach again and every time Craig tried to take John's pussy in his mouth, she lost herself in the pleasure of Dave's cock pounding deep inside of her. John moved, kneeling beside Craig and Craig jerked when John's thick tongue rasped against her top nipple. The sensation brought her over the edge and Craig grabbed Dave's bare ass, pulling him as hard as she could, as deep as she could inside of her and then she screamed again when the man's dick swelled. Her pussy was suddenly even more wet. Dave's cum mixed with her own wetness and then spurted out of her tight pussy and down her ass. Dave grunted and then pulled back, gasping for air.

Craig blinked through unfocused eyes, trying to make sense of everything when, suddenly, John was between her legs. She looked down at John - at this furry woman's body that was half a donkey. John's dark gray muzzle bled into a completely black furry body with heavy breasts and slim arms. Her tail swished behind large, curvy hips and there was mischief in her eyes. John leaned down and dipped her tongue into Craig's wet folds. Craig moaned, gripping John's long ears, gently twisting and rubbing them before running her hands through the woman's thick hair. The orgasm that eventually hit was different than from John's pounding and she relished it.

Hours passed until all three found themselves in Dave's bed, exhausted, sweaty and filling the air with the musky scent of sex and fur and sweat. Craig felt dried cum tangling the fur of her legs but she was in a glow. The two women had Dave between them and were rubbing each other arms slowly while Dave slept. 

Craig ran her fingers through the thicker fur on John's shoulders and then stopped. The corners of her mouth turned up in the hint of a smile and both women looked down.

Dave's two black nipples stood at fat attention in the night air and the man was twisting in his sleep, clawing at his sides with long fingernails.

Both women winked at each before bending muzzles to the man's nipples. 

And the night wore on.



Jenny



Copyright 2013 by madengineer3

There is no explicit sex in this story. If you want detailed sex, this story will not please you.

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My name is Isaac and I've been a "loner" most of my life. My interests, to a large extent, have never been those of the average "Joe" on the street. I can partially blame, if blame is the right word, my parents. My dad was the professor of physics at a well known university and my mom was the professor of mathematics. The result was that I was, at the verbal level, conversant with relativistic quantum mechanics before I reached puberty. Once you begin to understand, and accept, the fundamentals of modern physics as the best picture of the "real world" you never again see the world like the non-scientific community.

Because of my parents I was home schooled. I had my B.Sc. in physics before I was twenty and was well on my way to my Ph.D. by twenty four. Because I was so intensely focused on my studies (they were essentially all consuming) I had not made the time to become "socialized". My free time was taken up with reading, listening to music and long distance running. It is amazing how people with an appreciation for mathematics seem to be drawn to music. 

It was at the beginning of my doctoral work when two things occurred that would change my life forever. Firstly, my parents were killed when a drunk local politician ran his car into theirs. He had been doing over ninety miles per hour when he hit them. Their deaths left me relatively rich but very much alone. Secondly, I met Jenny. She was also starting her doctoral program. It didn't take long to decide to work and study together. After all, we had independently decided to study the same phenomena for our thesis work. 

At first I saw her only as a colleague. As time progressed she became a friend and then a very good friend. We spent a fair amount of time together but physically restricted ourselves to very light petting. (For our own reasons we had avoided "south of the border" play.)

We liked the same food, the same music, the same art, and each other. It was Jenny that introduced me to the belief in a higher being (God). She had found a way to integrate a strong faith with her intellectual pursuits. She, like Sir Isaac Newton (my namesake), saw true science as "discovering how God made the universe".

We received our Ph.d.s at the same graduation exercises. We already had accepted positions at a high energy physics facility as "junior staff" members. After all you almost needed a degree in physics to become a janitor at that facility.

Our first bind came when we realized that the facility was located in a somewhat remote area and housing was hard obtain. We talked over our predicament and finally decided to rent a place together. Jenny was more apprehensive than I was, but I didn't understand that at the time.

We moved into a two bedroom apartment and proceeded to become immersed in our work. Our efforts, and time, at work left us little time or energy to do much else. We still enjoyed music, good conversation, and running, but were essentially mostly Platonic in our relationship to each other.

Over the next half year things continued as they had. Then we approached our first Christmas together. Our facility was shut down for the holidays because so many of the ancillary people, at work, expected to be home with their families during that season. After Jenny had gone to bed one night the loneliness finally hit me hard! I was quietly crying while sitting on the couch when she came in and sat down beside me.

"What's wrong Isaac?"

"I'm not sure, Jenny. Even though you are here I feel so alone it is almost more than I can bear. I've never previously felt quite like this. There is a restlessness and deep sadness that I just can't seem to name. I feel so very alone!"

Jenny sat down next to me and held me in her arms. It wasn't long before I noticed that she, also, was crying.

"What's wrong, Jenny?"

"I understand feeling alone, Isaac. I also know, or think I know, two of the reasons that you feel so alone. But, I am afraid to discuss either of them for fear of loosing you. You see, I also feel very much alone."

"I don't understand."

"I know, it is that lack of understanding that prevents us from helping each other in times like this."

We sat there holding each other for what seemed like hours. I broke the silence.

"I value you too much to let anything keep us from helping each other. What do I need to know to help resolve our problems?"

"I can help you with the first problem right away, but the second problem must be addressed after the first is taken care of."

"I don't understand, but please help me to understand."

"Blaise Pascal said something to the effect that 'there is a God shaped vacuum in our hearts and we will be restless until He fills that hole'. That is your first problem. Until you find a personal relation with the creator of the universe you can never be at peace with yourself."

"But, how can I believe in something I can't see or measure?"

"Let me ask you a few questions and see if I can show you the answer to that question. Before the big bang itself, the physical laws of the universe that we know didn't exist. The fundamental forces were all assumed to be united at that point; right?"

"Yes, but ..."

"Hold on, Isaac, you know the truth of what I have said because you know the physics that resulted from that event. You cannot measure or understand the laws that governed those first moments of the creation of the universe but you know that they are there because you can see the evidence of them in what they have produced, right?"

"Yes."

"Consider case number two. Do you question the love you had for your parents?"

"No."

"Can you measure or quantify that love?"

"No, I guess I can't."

"Let's take a look at another mental construct that we think may well be imbedded in our reality. Can you picture the 'extra' dimensions that are needed for some forms of string theory to work?"

"You know I can't. I just know that they must be there if the mathmatics is to work out correctly."

"Right! Now go back to your earlier statement. You said, 'But, how can I believe in something I can't see or measure?'. But, you can't see or measure love and yet it is real. You can't see, understand, or measure the physics that existed before the big bang and yet you know that it had to exist. You can't see or understand the extra dimensions in the same way you see the four dimensions that we know of as 'space-time'. Do you see what I am saying?"

I had to mull these thoughts over for a few moments. Jenny was wise enough to keep from breaking my train of thought.

"I see what you are saying. It's a little like Goedel's theorem. There are truths about a system that cannot be proved from within the system itself."

"Yes!"

"Tell me about this God of yours."

"First of all, you don't have to leave your brains at the door to believe in my God. His nature is creation and love. But, when I say love don't go all sentimental on me. His love cannot stand anything that is false or hurtful. For a human example, consider a person who had a completely cancerous elbow. The hand is fine but, left unattended, the cancer at the elbow will eventually kill the person. The surest fix is to remove the arm well above the elbow. Yes, some good will die but the overall person will live; right?"

"Yes, but I'm not sure that I'm comfortable with that analogy."

"Neither am I, but we're talking reality here. Let's take the analogy one step further. Suppose you were the creator of the human race, and let them have the ability to choose what they want to do. Now; assume that someone, or some group, decides to destroy what you have created. Your love for the good creation will require the removal of the evil that is threatening your creation. If that evil cannot be changed to good; destruction of the evil is the most loving path for the good that you have created. You see, love can demand justice; to protect the innocent."

"Okay, but where is this headed?"

"Hold on a bit longer. Suppose that all of your creation is infected with a mutation that produces an inherited contamination that will, left to itself, destroy what you have created. You would now be faced with destroying all your work or finding a cure for that infection. Assume, for the moment that justice is an integral part of the universe. If so, those who are infected must be removed no matter who they are. But, according to love some other way must be found to balance the scales of justice. Each created being has value. The only way to reasonably balance the scales of justice would be to find something of infinite value and purity to balance the evil that is inherent in the people. However, in the balancing it is necessary to remove the chance that those who are redeemed will not go bad again. Are you with me so far?"

"Yes, but I'm very uneasy with the direction in which you seem to be headed."

"Do you remember Charles Dickens book 'A Tale Of Two Cities'? If you do you will remember that one man (man A) trades places with another man (man B) who is to be executed. Man A wants to save man B's life. Man A trades places with man B and goes to his death to save his friend. Well, God's solution to our problem was to inhabit one of His creations, live a flawless life, and have that perfect person die to balance the scales of justice. The man He inhabited was called Jesus. To become forgiven all we need to do is accept that He died that we might live."

"But, aren't there all sorts of rules you need to follow?"

"Not really. Most of the rules people think about are actually doctrines put forward by organized churches. The three most basic rules we have to follow are: one, to try to live in a way that will be pleasing to God; Love people and the world as God loves them; and avoid judging other people because we ourselves are imperfect. In a nutshell that is the God that I worship. One of the most important things to remember is that God is a personal God. He knows you, warts and all. He wants you to ask for His guidance. You see, the original sin is that we put ourselves in the driver's seat and the driver's seat belongs to God. Taking control is a part of us and we have to fight that tendency so that we can please Him. We try to please Him, not to escape punishment, but to please Him. He already paid the price for any and all sin you have, or will, commit. He wants your fellowship."

"I need to think about all of that or a while. What you are describing sounds good to me. I know that I am not even the person I want to be. What is the other reason you said that stood between us?"

"If you remember I said 'I can help you with the first problem right away, but the second problem must be addressed after the first is taken care of.'" When we have resolved the first problem it will be time to discuss the second problem. Okay?"

"Yes, I've got a lot to think about. Could you suggest some books that might help me sort this out?"

"Yes, C. S. Lewis' book 'Mere Christianity' and the fictional story 'The Lion, The Witch, And The Wardrobe", also by C. S. Lewis. When you have read them I would suggest reading the Gospel of John and the Letter to the Colossians." 

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It was the better part of a week, of holiday time, before I finished reading Jenny's suggested books. When I had finished Jenny and I sat together and talked to God together. I know that something very powerful happened at that time. For the first time in my life I felt totally at peace with who I am and what my place in the universe is.

The following day I sat down with Jenny and asked her to explain the second problem that stood between us. She looked very nervous. I had seldom seen her cry, yet she was crying now.

"I'm afraid to tell you what the problem is. You are so very important and so very special to me that I can't even think about loosing you. You may become so upset that we will no longer even be able to talk together, much less live under the same roof."

"Jenny, I doubt that you could tell me anything that would drive me away. You are the single most important person in my life. I have been in love with you for years but I am not good at putting my feelings into words. Please trust me to be reasonable."

"Are you sure, Isaac?"

"Yes, please trust me enough to tell me what the problem is."

"Let me ask you a few questions first. What do you know about transsexuals?"

"As I understand it there are some people who's emotional and mental make-up are not congruent with the gender of the body they had at birth. It's not related to being gay, it's a real birth defect."

"That's a good way to look at it. Unfortunately most people don't understand it that way. My problem is that I am a transsexual. I'm a woman but I'm trapped in a male body. I've gone the hormone route and I decided to be castrated before puberty to remove most of the sources of testosterone that my body produces. The adrenal cortex also makes testosterone, but not like testes do. There, I've said it. Now, you will probably hate me."

I moved over to Jenny and took her in my arms. I hoped that the kiss I gave her showed her that this was not a problem for me. As I broke the kiss I stated what was obvious to me:

"It is you, the person, that I love. I also happen to love how you look, but the person you are is what has caused me to love you. What you have told me does not change my love for you one little bit. You are still the woman I love."

Jenny then gave me the most loving kiss I have ever received. I became lost in that kiss like a person gets lost in a beautiful piece of music. When the kiss broke I asked her:

"What say that we take a shower together and then use my bed tonight and get to know each other better?"

"I think that would be a wonderful idea, Isaac. With it being winter, we can help keep each other warm." She giggled as she said this.

As hard as it may be for some people to believe, we cuddled together under the covers but didn't do anything that would lead to an orgasm. We felt that we had to re-discover each other in light of Jenny's revelation. We both knew that what we had was special and that we didn't want to do anything to spoil it. 

As we discussed our situation the thought of sex reassignment surgery came up. Jenny didn't want to have to suffer the pain that came with it, and I couldn't blame her. After all, who wants to have their genitals turned inside out and moved? What were we to do?

Since Jenny had been castrated and had been on female hormones for years the courts had been willing to change her paperwork to indicate that she was a woman. 

Because of that she had been able to get the court to fix the paperwork so that she was legally a woman. We agreed together and got a marriage license two days after Christmas.

We took a week's vacation after we got the license. Jenny's pastor officiated at the very small, informal, wedding. Then we went home as husband and wife.

Then the fun began!

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The rest of that story will be in the next installment, if the reader is interested.



Jenny



Gosh! She's got the right forms in the right places!

Not tall, slim, blond hair, blue eyes that I've seen in a flash!...

If she won't take the same bus as the one that I'm waiting for, I shall just take my chances, even if I'm to waste one or two hours wandering around the town...

The industrial area is situated into a forest, with only three enterprises.

How come I haven't seen her before?!?

I just cannot try to make any moves here, since there are so many people who know me...

So, I'll just be waiting for the bus...

Here it is!

She smoothly climbs on, so that I just follow her.

After a trip of twenty minutes, she prepares to get down...

Unfortunately, some ladies that I know do the same...

I follow her, from a distance...

Luckily, she just goes towards a tram station, and, more luckily, no other people that I know follow the same direction...

By now, she's clearly noticed my presence - now, this is it! Either she will ignore me, giving me the signal to go fuck myself, either she will just be waiting for my move...

We get into the tram. I approach her: "Hi, how come I haven't seen you before?"

"Fact is that I'm new here and also, this isn't the usual hour when I leave"...

We introduce ourselves - she's Jenny, and she works at an enterprise just beside the one where I work...

She's been working there for only two months, or something...

She isn't from Bucharest - she's rented a room in the neighborhood of the place where I live...

"Why did you choose this area? It's quite expensive! Anyway, much more expensive than if you would have chosen to wake up with only ten, or fifteen minutes earlier!"...

"Yeah! So I've heard! But my room mate is coming from the same village from where I come, and my parents have insisted that I should stay with her"...

"And?"

"Well, she's engaged already and my parents have considered that she will take good care of me"...

"So, what kind of person is she?"

"Oh, she's absolutely OK! She's even told me that, if I get myself a boyfriend, she just wouldn't tell my parents"...

"In that case, she seems to be a nice person - anyway, you are no longer eighteen, as I can guess"...

"No, I'm nineteen - in fact, in a few months, I shall be twenty!"

She looks at me and gives me a beautiful smile.

"Right!" I say "What if we take a stroll in the park? Or, eventually, have a beer at the terrace?"

"I'd love to, but I need first to go home"...

So we get down from the tram, I show her where I live, and arrange to see her again in an hour.

I go home, grab something to eat, take a shower, and prepare myself - I get some shorts, a teeshirt, and the badminton rockets...

The hour passes by, slowwwwwly! Very slowly!

Here she is, five minutes before the time, in a short and a teeshirt - both are white, but I'm sure that she isn't a virgin...

We get into the park, start playing, and I realize that she really knows nothing about badminton...

But, she seems to be a good learner, so that after an hour or so, full of perspiration, we decide to put an end to it.

"Now, Jenny, since you've been such a serious and good pupil, let me buy you a beer!"

We go at the terrace, grab some sausages and fried potatoes, and, of course, some beers...

I tell her that I'm freshly divorced, but, still, don't hate women...

We go at her place, take the elevator, than she unlocks the door at her apartment and we get in...

We don't want to, but we cannot help hearing:

"Oh, ahh, no! Yes! Give it to me! Don't stop! Yessss! Like that! Yesssss! Yesssss!"

The apartment is composed of a living and two bedrooms...

The door at her room mate's bedroom is ajar, and we can clearly hear the inhabitants...

"Now, bitch! Slut! Whore! Turn around and suck this fucking dick! Let me stick it down your fucking throat! I'm gonna make you puke! You, slut, bitch, whore!"...

"Oh, no, not that hard! You know that if I don't puke, I will surely have red eyes until tomorrow!"...

"Now, bitch! Take it!..." And some more mumblings that I cannot hear...

Jenny turns completely red, and whispers:

"God! I've forgotten to ring the bell before entering! As Donna has asked me to!"

I take her by her hand, and, smoothly, take her out of the apartment...

She raises her hand to ring the bell.

I stop her: "No! Let them have their enjoyment! Don't spoil it!"

Than, I just start kicking the tip of my shoe with my badminton rocket...

After ten minutes or so, I make a sign and Jenny rings the bell, than unlocks, again, the door.

We get in.

Donna is a nice short brunette, with long hair, in her middle twenties, with very dark green eyes...

I can see that she hasn't had time to wash away her ruined mascara from her cheeks...

Anyway, she's satisfied! At least, I can see and say that!

We take seats in the living, and here appears Sam, in his uniform - he's a petty officer and he's wearing his uniform, being clearly frustrated by our appearance...

Donna serves us with some egg cocktails and tries to be nice...

She clearly is embarrassed by my presence...

Sam leaves, and, after ten minutes, or so, I leave too.

I am to see Jenny tomorrow, the same place and hour...

The second day, we just follow the same routine, with the difference that this time, I just invite Jenny to come at my place and listen to some music...

She accepts, and I have the opportunity to realize that she doesn't know how a whiskey is tasting, a Martini, a Riccadonna, so I just let her taste each, until she clearly has some balance problems...

I let her be, and, around eleven o'clock in the evening, I take her at her place, this time reminding her to ring the bell...

Donna is alone, and clearly ogling at me...

I smile, say my good byes, and leave.

I stay in bed and think: tomorrow, either Jenny won't come at all, either she will, this time, probably asking me to fuck her...

The way things are going, I'm sure that if Jenny won't come along, Donna will surely want to see how "interesting" I can be...

All right! The night goes by, I go at work, and, in the afternoon, I grab something to eat, than wait...

I look at the clock, and decide that if, by five fifteen, Jenny won't appear, I shall go at her place...

No worries! At five minutes to five, the door bell rings. It's Jenny!

I have the badminton rockets ready and I take Jenny to the park...

We come back home, I go at the kitchen to prepare some sandwiches and something to drink.

Jenny shyly asks me if she can take a shower. I give her a large towel and a bath robe...

In twenty minutes, she comes back, wearing the bath robe and, in her arms, her clothes in a pile...

She grabs a glass with wine, and goes to sit on the edge of the bed...

The folds of the robe open, so that I can see her thighs!

Seeing that, I just turn my head and "admire" the block of flats across the road...

After a minute, or so, Jenny stands up and goes at the window, looking at the traffic...

I go beside her, with my glass in my hand, say cheers and take a sip...

Jenny is still insistently watching the traffic...

"Is it something wrong, Jenny?"

She turns a little, looks insistently at my chest, and asks: 

"Well, you tell me! Is it anything wrong with me?!? Or, is it anything wrong with you, with your divorce and everything!"...

"What do you mean?!?"

"Well, it's the third day since we are spending such a long time together... I cannot sleep, and keep asking myself why you don't, at least, try anything with me!"...

"Jenny, I've been married for some time and, honestly, I cannot take no for an answer - if I make my move towards a woman, I honestly expect her to be open and willing!"...

"All right than! So, what am I supposed to do?!?"

"For starters, let's just close the curtains, and you take off your robe"...

She starts laughing, steps back from the window, and takes off her robe...

I just take care that nobody can see what is happening in my room, than turn around and embrace Jenny.

I start by kissing her forehead, her eyes, her nose, than get to business at her mouth - she isn't trained in kissing, but she's a good learner - I keep on pushing my tongue between her mouth's lips and try to play with her tongue...

Than, I get down at her neck, than her ears, than back at her neck - I can feel that she's ready.

I take off, in a frenzy, my clothes and, nice and easy, lay her on the bed...

She spreads her wings and I just stick my dick inside her - she's deep and large, and, please believe me, my dick isn't little!

She's showering my dick with her fluids! She's silent, but keeps pushing back at every push I give her...

I grab her legs, put them on my shoulders, and finally I get to feel her cervix with the tip of my dick.

She's surprised! She humms a little, than, again, gets silent...

I realize that this is new for her, so I just keep on kicking her cervix - this may give her pleasure or pain - I cannot tell yet, but she will surely let me know, sooner or later...

Suddenly, she starts yumming - she's clearly having an orgasm! I also feel my balls reacting to this, so that I withdraw my dick and spray my jizz on her belly...

Jenny is obviously disgusted! She makes a face that clearly shows that she hates what is happening to her...

I grab a napkin from a drawer beside the bed and start cleansing her - she grabs the napkin from my hand and continues cleaning the jizz from her belly, rubbing it frantically...

I just say: "Sorry, but I was so full, I just couldn't help it"...

"No! I am sorry! I should have told you that I cannot stand sperm on my skin!"...

I took her by the hand and leaded her to the bathroom. We took a shower, and, with me fully erect, came back to my room.

I've let Jenny sit on the edge of my bed, and, obviously, let her realize that I want her to suck my dick...

She started to caress my dick with her nose, her chins, avoiding to get close with her mouth to my dick...

"Suck it hon!"

"Mmmmmm no! I won't! I cannot do it!"...

She's clearly adversive...

I just lay her on her back, and stick, again, my dick inside her cunt - a really very large and wet cunt!

It doesn't take more than a minute to her to have a huge orgasm again...

I keep on digging, this time putting some friction between our pelvic bones.

I make sure I rub her clit, so that in a few minutes she's orgasming again!...

I keep on digging and rubbing, until she orgasms again, and again, and again...

After more than a half of an hour, I feel that I'm gonna give some jizz...

"So, Jenny, I need to cum again! This time, where will it be?!?"

"Hmmmmm! I'm not on any pill! But you can try to see if you can enter back there...

Please, be gentle! Cause it has always hurt!"...

I stop pumping and hammering, and, gently withdraw, than start looking for the entrance up her ass.

The entrance is tight. Real tight!

The wetness of her cunt is surely more than enough, but she is real tight...

I try with a finger, than my thumb - she's real wet, but... tight!

Jenny is tense - real tense...

"Honey! Relax! If you don't, it will be some pain!"...

"Don't mind me! Just do your thing!"...

Jenny starts, silently, crying...

Her beautiful eyes are a fountain of tears... Silent tears...

I realize that if I don't push myself, I shall be, very soon, limp...

With her legs up to the ceiling, I withdraw my dick from her cunt, and aim it's tip towards the entrance of her ass... I stick it there, and, with no hurry, start pushing...

Jenny starts crying louder: "It hurts! It reaaaaaaly hurts! It's painful!"...

I can feel her ass sphincter with the head of my dick, but I push - I keep on pushing!

"Let me turn!"...

I suddenly stick out my dick and let Jenny turn on her fours...

I get on my knees, and stick my dick up her ass - I really don't care about her pain - my balls are boiling and I need to ejaculate - I don't really care if it hurts her, or not...

She makes no moves, but keeps complaining:

"Gosh! It hurts! YOU are hurting meeeee! You are sooooo big! It hurts! I'm in pain!"...

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No, but please make it finish quick!"...

Hearing this, I really don't care if I hurt her! I just push, trying to make myself finish sooner, and... suddenly my jizz is exploding!

I can clearly see that Jenny is wasted...

I raise from the bed, and go to the bathroom to wash.

Jenny doesn't come.

I go back to my room, to find Jenny sleeping (or pretending to be sleeping)...

...

At five o'clock in the morning, Jenny asks me to take her at her place...

Donna is expecting us, dressed in a bath robe...

They look into each other's eyes, and than, in a whisper, Jenny says:

"He's big! Much too big!"

Donna approaches the door, gently pushes me out, saying "Thank you for bringing her home!"...

Than, she just shuts the door...

I get back home, take another shower, and wait for the time to go to work...

I cannot help myself thinking about Donna...

I'm almost sure that, by now, Jenny is history...



Jenny



I've always loved Jenny's hair. The long blond tresses glimmering in the sunlight takes my breath away, as they did that October afternoon our freshman year in college when we were both home for Fall Break. We were going out for dinner to our favorite place, but being away from each other for two months left a powerful, magnetic attraction we couldn't deny, so we were making love in my bedroom in the golden late afternoon. She was naked, flat on her back on the bed. Her hair splayed out, cascading over her sharp shoulders, down her chest, and teasing her tear drop breasts. Her brown eyes were hidden behind the ecstasy of her pleasure, her huge nostrils drawing in gigantic draughts of air, her bushy eyebrows wrinkled, her small delicate mouth curled, and her face, neck and upper chest rosy as she climbed toward her climax. 

My arms were wrapped around her legs, pulling them apart slightly, embracing her generous hips, my nose buried in her light wispy pubes, and my tongue playing savagely with her salty folds, teasing the bud and darting upward to immerse itself in her goodness. I had some Mozart quartets set up on my phone, and every gracious contour of the music was mirrored in my lady love.

She gasped quietly, mindful my mother was just down the hall in her sewing room, and her body heaved upward, pausing in mid air. A great gust of air came out of her and she fell down, quivering for a couple of minutes before she pushed my face away from her crotch. I licked her thighs, moving down toward her knees, and nuzzled those gentle, vulnerable undersides until she laughed. Sitting up, I looked down at her and smiled, and when her dark almond eyes opened, there was a glow that could have kept our hometown lit for a week.

"God, how I've missed you, Tommy" she murmured. "Tell my why I'm going to school two hours away from you again?"

"You're a drama major, and I'm studying journalism. You got an insane amount of scholarship money and I couldn't afford to follow you."

Playfully, she slapped my arm and smiled. "I didn't want an explanation, dummy. If I could just take your tongue back to school with me..." Her left hand cradled my face and she brought her right over as well. It was strapped in a brace; she'd broken her wrist two weeks earlier. "I wish I could repay you," wiggling her fingers seductively.

Moving around, I lay beside her. We were on the queen size bed in my room, a spartan place with few adornments except those my mother insisted upon. I'd blown whatever spare money I had on computer equipment, which dominated the bay window area of the second floor house built just after World War 1. It was a farm house the town eventually surrounded, but lovingly maintained and improved, standing in defiance of the suburbia that tried to throttle it. Thanks to my mother being a domestic goddess, my blankets are soft and sweet smelling and my sheets luxurious. "I still don't understand how you broke your wrist in a dance class. How much longer do you have to wear that damn splint?"

"A couple of weeks. The doctor says it's healing well. I don't think your dick can wait that long." It was tenting my sweat pants, stiff and putting a small dot of wetness on the fabric. She reached over with her left hand and tried a couple of strokes before giving up. "It doesn't feel right, the angle's all wrong."

"I have another idea."

"No, we can't risk getting pregnant and the safest way is not to stuck it up my cunt. My mother tracks all my expenses, so I can't buy anything to make it safe."

"That wasn't my idea. There is a third option."

She looked away for a moment. "I don't know, you know how scared I am to try it. Is it safe?"

"How long have we known each other?"

"Our whole lives."

"Would I ask you to do anything that would hurt you or me?"

"No."

"Sure?"

"Yes." Sitting up, she reached to pull my pants down and I had to help, wiggling my hips to release the python. "I'm just afraid I'd hurt you, or do something wrong."

"You let me find out how to please you through a little...experimentation."

Her teeth bit her lower lip. Her face wasn't what most guys would call attractive and she still wore braces. "I don't know. I'll try, but I want to be careful." Bending over, she kissed the end of my cock, then gingerly took the very tip between her lips. Her touch was feather light, and I responded eagerly to her, pulsing a little and pushing inward a little. The entire head went in, but her suction was minimal, tentative, as if she thought I was made of delicate china. After less than a minute, she let it loose. "I'm afraid all this metal in my mouth will hurt you. It isn't the taste, it really doesn't taste like anything. Shit all I can taste these days is metal anyway. I just don't know how."

I looked over at my monitors with their dancing screen savers. She laid back with her head on my shoulder, and her useless arm on my stomach. I started stroking her hair, drinking in its intoxicating aroma. "We could dial up an instructional video." 

"I don't trust those, not for this. All that porn is pretty unreal, anyway. It must be brutal to twist your body to fuck like that and let a camera have a good angle."

"How about a tutor?"

"What?"

"We could hire a hooker to teach you."

Her face screwed up amazingly; something I'd never seen before. "Eww. No, I don't want to go to that part of town, and I wouldn't trust one of those women. They might suck you so good you'll forget about me."

"My dad's a doctor, he's pretty cool. He could tell you."

"You're dad is a psychiatrist, he probably listens to people talk about sex all the time. I don't know, but he might know a video. Call him."

"Okay." I whipped out my phone, making sure he couldn't see anything other than my head and shoulders, and dialed his number. He was at a convention on the West Coast, but pretty cool about responding.

It took one ring. "Hi, son. Good to hear from you. This must be important to be a voice call rather than a text."

"Yeah, Dad. I have a question for you, a hypothetical question."

"Shoot."

"A friend of mine would like to know how to perform a certain sex act, and they're scared."

"Which one?"

"Oral sex."

"Is there something you aren't telling your mother and me?"

"No, this is for one of the girls at school."

"Say hello to Jenny for me. So Jenny wants to learn how to perform oral sex?"

I shook my head: the man could be psychic at times. "Yeah. Do you know any good videos, or a therapist or something?"

"Congratulations, I'm sure you'll love getting it. I know all three, but Jenny probably wants someone to show her, I'll bet."

"Yeah. That's it."

"Why don't you ask your mother?"

"Dad! Really?"

"She is a nurse practitioner, and trust me, she knows how to do it. Jenny sees her regularly, so she won't be too embarrassed."

"What about me?"

"She's seen you naked, too. She knows you get erections, she's done your laundry and emptied your wastebasket. You aren't going to faze her."

"I don't know..."

"Look, son, we've let you make all your own decisions about your life, when to date, when to drink, taught you the facts of life, didn't give you too many restrictions. Anytime you want our help you have it, no matter what. Go ahead and ask your mother to teach Jenny how to give you a blow job. Unless you WANT to have blue balls until Christmas."

"Okay, Dad, I'll ask her. I know if I don't you'll talk to her about it tonight, so might as well. How's the conference."

"You know how it goes: there's always a new way to go crazy. Best part starts now: happy hour and dinner. Going to a play tonight, experimental theater. No, not a girlie show, get your mind out of the gutter..."

"I didn't say anything."

"...and I'm touring town after we're done Sunday with Bob Morris. Back late Monday night. When do you go back to classes?"

"Going back a week from Monday."

"Great, we'll hang out, go fishing maybe. Good luck, son."

"Thanks, Dad." I broke the connection and put the phone down. Jenny had a puzzled look on her face, and shook her head. She reached around and put her black glasses on her face: she was terribly near sighted and didn't like contacts. "Yeah, Dad told me to ask Mom. You mind?"

"Well, she does my checkups. It's a little weird. Will she mind that I want to...want to..."

"Naw, she's fairly cool about that. Dad WILL call her later tonight and ask if we talked to her, I know that for sure. She told me how to work your pussy, well, how to work any woman's pussy." Her eyes went wide. "She's got a plastic replica in her office."

"Didn't she tell you how blow jobs went?"

"I never asked her. I guess if I had she would have told me, but Mom's got a pretty narrow focus, so I gotta be sure exactly what I want to say. She'll just answer a question and wait for you to ask for more."

"Okay. Let me put my clothes on."

"Call her, she'll understand."

"No, I'll go down the hall. Just wait here." She dressed quickly and padded barefoot down the hall to Mom's sewing room. My cock softened a bit since it knew what was happening; he didn't want someone talking to Mom about him. I went to the computer to check a couple of stories and my timelines: not much interesting going on my friends' pre-party babble. Mom's little laugh floated down the hall, and I grabbed a towel to wrap around me. Yeah, I know she's seen me naked a lot, even recently, but I didn't want her and Jenny to see me bare at the same time. Call me funny that way.

My mother came in the door, wearing a white t-shirt and blue shorts, all her nails painted light blue. She's a little over twice my age, which means she turns 40 New Year's Eve. Tall and angular, she's a classic woman of Irish descent with red hair (which she keeps very short), fair, freckled skin. A button nose and ice blue eyes. There was a twinkle in her eyes and a small wicked smile that always frightened me, a touch of leprechaun mischief that always made Halloween special. True, she would always comfort me tenderly when I was scared, but she enjoyed scaring me as well. "So Jenny would like me to teach her something special. Do you know anything about this? Do you have any special interest in her learning how to suck cock?"

I could never lie to her; she could read me like a book. "Yes, Mom. We were fooling around..."

"Good, I'm not ready to be a grandmother yet, even though I would be an incredibly foxy one. And I'm glad it's you because I'd hate to teach her how to please a stranger. Soon you'll be pleasing him just as well as he's pleasing you, Jenny. Have you been doing a lot of foreplay?"

"Yes, Mrs. Strickland," Jenny answered. "He was showing me a few things...you already taught him. And he was so good!"

Mom's smile grew a little broader. "Yes, I know. It's too bad about your hand, we don't want to irritate those mending muscles." She got on her knees and beckoned me over. "Come over here, Johnny, so I can show her a few things." I obeyed her and the pulled the towel off. "Now, you need to start by playing with the head a little bit, and teasing the shaft with your hand. You know how to do that, don't you? Come down here and watch." Jenny knelt beside her as she took my penis in her soft hand and started moving it up and down my flaccidity. I must have been trembling; she looked me in the eyes to settle and reassure me a little bit. "Stroking the balls works well too, see how he's responding. His father likes having his balls stroked like that."

I couldn't believe my mother was working my privates over, and they were enjoying it. Jenny was watching rapt, and reached up with her good hand to tickle my nutsack. "Now don't worry about your braces, Jenny: there's no way you'll get them caught on anything. Watch your teeth that you don't bite down very hard. The secret is the tongue action: you need to work his ridges just like he works yours, like this." Jenny started to move toward me, but Mom stopped her with her hand for a moment. "The best way to show you is this. Put your middle finger in my mouth. Put his cock in your mouth and move your tongue on his prick the same way I move it on your finger. If it gets really big suddenly, back off and let him breathe. Ready?"

"Yeah." Mom stuck her tongue out to tease Jenny's finger, curling to give it a light touch. Then, little by little, she sucked it in, her cheeks coming in and out and her tongue moving at warp speed. I could tell this by what Jenny did for me, and the sight of Mom sucking her finger was turning me on as well. After about a minute, I was getting ready to blow again, and Mom pushed me back, breaking all the connections. Jenny was beaming, "That was good, Mrs. Strickland. I think he liked that."

Mom smiled: "Sure he did. I could tell. Just need to let him rest a little, he was getting too close, and you need to build him up more." I must have given her a dirty look because she flashed the leprechaun smile again. Couldn't believe my own mother was teaching her to edge me; I just wanted to bust my nut. She took two of Jenny's fingers in her mouth and was trying to work out how to make them feel comfortable as Jenny started taking me deeper than ever before. I felt her tongue on the underside of my cock, then she reached under to play with my testicles. Jenny's eyes got as big as saucers. 

"All right," Mom said, "You're getting it." Jenny's improvement was fantastic, and she was able to take me almost all the way in. She started gently rocking me back and forth, letting me fuck her face, and Mom went down and started licking my balls. I touched Jenny's fantastic hair: it was so soft and warm, and it made the experience complete to stroke her hair while I fucked her mouth. The hairs on the back of my neck started rising, like a huge lightning strike was on the way. My knees were quaking, and she backed off, letting me sag to the floor.

Jenny was gulping air as she pulled off suddenly. "He's almost there. My mouth is worn out, I can't do this any more. Can you finish him off?" 

Mom nodded and smiled. "Why don't you play with his balls and stroke his thigh?" I gasped as the short red hair descended and I felt her amazing mouth on me. It was a revelation; I could only think about how lucky Dad was. Mom started sucking me like a machine, going up and down like a piston, her boobs slapping on my legs. I wanted to put my hand on Mom's head, but she wears her short hair in heavily gelled spikes, so I rested my hand on Jenny's luxurious mane. Jenny leaned in and licked my balls. I was in heaven.

You know those minutes that stretch out forever, seem like a week goes by in a half minute? That's how I felt as the sperm built in my balls, and when I could hold it back no longer, sent it skyward with a loud groan. It overflowed Mom's mouth, dripping down on my legs, but she kept sucking and swallowed everything that went in. Looking at Jenny with a stream of semen on her chin, she said: "Try a little of it, see how you like the taste. Good as time as any." My girl bent over, licking the skin to get her share, and after a first taste, expanded her quest to get everything her older colleague missed. "Tastes nice, doesn't it?"

Jenny nodded and smiled, a little goo clinging to her braces. The sunlight was bright red in my room, and some of the glints played off both women's hair. Mom smacked her lips and wiped a few drops off her face and into her mouth. Jenny sat back on her heels and smiled.

Mom bent over me and gave me her leprechaun grin. "Are you ready to go out for dinner?" I smacked her butt and she laughed. "Well, I've had mine, so you kids can go on your own."

"Mrs. Strickland, aren't you afraid your husband will find out about this?" Jenny was concerned, and put her hands on my legs protectively.

"No, he won't mind. It'll make him so horny he'll probably rape me in the front hallway when he gets home." I groaned and turned away from her: this was one image I didn't want in my imagination. Mom bent over, patting my cheek and making soothing sounds I remembered as a toddler. "I'm sorry honey, I know you don't want to imagine your mummy and daddy having sex. Nobody wants to imagine that. You take a quick shower and I'll get Jenny ready to go out. When you get back from dinner, you can practice a little more, I'm sure Jenny's ready to make up for some lost time." Jenny nodded and smiled, reaching to fish her clothes from the chaos on the floor.

Somehow we made our reservation time, and had a wonderful meal, as usual. She wore a halter top, and her perky nipples played with my libido the whole time. I was glad I'd already shot my wad, otherwise I would've had to walk out with a huge boner. I got her back to her house, but she was exhausted and I had to settle for a long French kiss good night.

The next morning, Mom woke me up by walking through my door stark naked. I shrunk away from her, pulling the covers up, but she ripped them away. "It's going to be a couple more days until your Father gets home, and I can't wait that long. Show me this great pussy licking technique I taught you."

"But Mom, I don't know..."

"Shit, kid. I sucked your cock last night, you could at least repay the favor. Didn't I teach you right?" She sat down on my bed, feet and knees wide apart, and showed me more pale skin and freckles than I'd ever seen in my life. There was a neat strip of red fuzz between her legs, and she reached down to spread her cunt lips apart."C'mon kiddo. Show Mommy what you can do."

It was a little weird, but I couldn't say no. I figured two could play the tease game, so I licked her thighs down to the back of her kneecaps first, moving slowly and returning to the promised land before veering on. Her breathing got deeper and she hummed to herself. I looked at her tits and was sorry I didn't remember when I was a baby and they were lunch. Bypassing her pussy, I moved up her stomach and sucked her tits again, making her giggle as I circled he nipples. 

Suddenly, she grabbed my head and put my mouth right against her cuntlips. "All right, you got me back for all the edging last night. Show me what you can do here." So I worked around all her folds, probing and tickling with my tongue, sticking two fingers inside. Her body started heaving enough to make the bedsprings rattle and the bed bounce, then it shot a huge spray all over my face. I wiped my face on her legs as she came down from her experience.

"Looks like he's ready for action again. That was worth two blowjobs." Her red hair went into my groin and I laid back, my whole body tingling from her wonderful mouth. She took both balls in her mouth and sucked them, making my dick jump on its own, before licking her way up to swallow the whole length of my shaft. It wasn't long before I came down her throat, and she kept me in her mouth until I was completely soft again. "Nice, nice. You have another date with Jenny tonight?"

I couldn't talk. She moved her hand around her mouth to catch a couple of blobs and sucked the semen from her finger. "I'm sure you do. I'm on call from noon to midnight and again tomorrow, so I'll be at the hospital until Monday. Bring her over here." She stood up abruptly and wiggled her ass at me as she left the room.

I met Jenny around two in the afternoon in the park. We played flag football with our High School friends, but I couldn't stop thinking about after the game. Grabbing a quick burger for dinner, we got back to an empty house and a full cookie jar of chocolate chip cookies. We spiked our milk with Creme du Menthe and pigged out.

After our snack, I couldn't wait to get her upstairs, so I pulled off her clothes in the kitchen. Mine came off right after, and she gave me a little lick after pulling my pants off. Full body contact French kissing happened next, and I sat her on a stool next to the kitchen breakfast bar. I licked her tits like a maniac: I could get all of one in my mouth at once, and she raised her hands over her head so I could get a better sample of her delicious boobage. Then I worked down her tummy, making her giggle as I teased her belly button, before diving between her legs.




Jenny



It didn't take long for Jenny to go over the edge, and I was ready to go again. We switched places, and she licked my thighs and balls while she stroked my shaft. Burying my hands in that wonderful hair, I shoved my dick in her mouth. She was surprised at first, then started sucking. It was wonderful, Jenny always learns fast. I didn't want to pull out of heaven, it felt so good. When I thought she was getting tired, I pulled out, and on an impulse, wrapped my cock and balls in that wonderful, luxurious, soft hair. Jenny gasped, "Oh my God, I didn't know how much I'd love this! I'm an idiot. Do you like my hair, Sweetheart?"

"I love your hair, Jenny. It's almost as good as your mouth." I jacked off with that luscious hair while she smiled at me, stroking my leg.

At last she couldn't take it any longer. "Fuck my face, honey, fuck my face. I want it all this time."

So I took my throbbing pecker out of the soft nest of her hair and shoved it between her lips again. She squealed with delight, and after several wonderful minutes of thrusting I erupted directly onto her tongue. Like a vacuum cleaner, she sucked me dry and kept me in her mouth until I was completely limp. The rest of the weekend was fantastic.



Jenny



As I've gotten older my sexual tastes have changed and I'm more than comfortable bedding women who, ten or twenty years ago I wouldn't have found remotely attractive or even interesting. Not that I don't enjoy fucking the occasional twenty-year-old. In my mid-forties that's still something of a pleasant change, and it still happens reasonably regularly, but I'm aware that girls that young tend to regard me as a change of diet from the guys they regularly hang around with. Nothing wrong with that, but there's a lot of truth in that old adage "No matter how good she looks, always remember some guy somewhere is fed up putting up with all her shit".

But there are exceptions to every rule, and the story I'm about to tell involved a married woman in her twenties whom I would have thought would be the last to do what she did. Some of you will call me a complete cunt for doing what I did, and you're entitled to that opinion. All I can say is I'd do it all over again if I had the chance. 

It took place three months ago (to the day, actually, although I'm not sure I'll finish writing it up tonight as my wife is working upstairs and may come down to interrupt me anytime). It happened in Paris and, like most of my conquests these days, it involved a married woman - in this case a stunning Latina whom I'll call Jenny because her real name is fairly rare, and because I'm not hiding enough of the details to make her completely unrecognisable should her husband (who I know is a subscriber to Literotica) stumble across this story. 

Jenny is twenty-seven, five foot five, with shoulder length light brown hair and a pretty freckled face, grey blue eyes and a slim figure. She and Eddy haven't had kids yet, and Jenny is a confident fun-loving and lovely girl. She looks after her body and although I'm not a tits man, I do like seeing Jenny when she's in a T-shirt with no bra on underneath. 

I've sometimes called round when she's been working out, and she's answered the door in her plain white T's and black leggings. She tends to put a sweater on over the T if I do that, but those first three or four minutes before she does are always a treat. One time she was carrying on with some decorating she and Eddy had started the previous night. He'd gone to work and I'd called round that morning with a work bench he'd asked to borrow. Jenny was there paint brush in hand and wearing only a bra and shorts. That was great. I stayed to help with the painting and she continued to work alongside me - wearing, as far as I could assume, just three items of clothing and a shy smile. I had a huge erection the whole time I was on the ladder doing the high bits, and when I went upstairs to take a loo break I stole a pair of her panties from her drawer to wank into later. Yes, you could definitely say I had been fantasising about Jenny for a long time before I finally broke down her defences.

Before I describe how what happened in paris happened, let me just set the scene a little. I was coming back from Arles last October. The trip had been a combination of business and pleasure and my presence in Arles had been simply because I'd always wanted to see the place that inspired Van Gogh and his contemporaries. I stayed in a hotel opposite the famous cafe where they say Van Gogh had been inspired to paint his picture of that famous Starry Night. The hotel is a rambling stack of a building and I had been enquiring about the pictuesque east wing where there appeared to be old turrets. The lady at the reception desk called a girl called Genevieve to show me the room that appeared to be vacant in that wing. I agreed to see the room and if I didn't like it, I'd just book one of the standard rooms in the modern west wing. The walk to the east wing had taken Genevieve and me up and then down several sets of staircases before we arrived at a lift. From there we went up two floors, walked along an internal courtyard and appeared in a corridor that housed the room. 

It was at least seven minutes away from the front desk, very isolated and quiet and I liked it a lot. It was atmospheric and peaceful and I knew I was going to make it my home for the next three nights while I was there. More than that, the lift had been very small - one of those two-person lifts the French hotel builders in the early years of the twentieth century seemed to go in for, and I had been forced to stand very close to Genevieve who I now saw was a pretty little slip of a thing - probably not much older than 19 or 20 and wearing a pink neckerchief and a white blouse. She had untucked the bottom of the blouse from her skirt and tied it in a knot just above her belly button. It was no unpleasant thing to be standing within a few inches of her and smelling her perfume for those few minutes while the ancient lift ground its way up the shaft, and it's not stretching the truth to say that another shaft started doing a bit of grinding too - although I kept everything hidden from Genevieve.

I took a quick look around the room. There was an adjoining room that I could have them keep empty for an additional fee of twenty Euros a night to ensure complete privacy. There was also a huge bathroom and a long balcony that the two rooms shared. In effect, I would be getting a private suite for less than 100 Euros a night in one of the most picturesque parts of town. I had made my mind up. I was going to take the room. I turned around to say something to Genevieve along the lines of "Oui, c'est bon" when I noticed she had taken a seat on the bed and I could see right up her skirt to her panties. They were also pink - the exact shade of her neckerchief. She seemed unaware she was flashing me her panties and I stayed silent in order to enjoy the moment and extend the period before she stood up.

After about a minute I knew I had to take things further. I've had my fair share of face slappings for what I was about to do, but I'd also had about a one in three success rate. So I took out a twenty Euro note and sat down next to her. She looked at the note and looked at me. I took her hand and put the note in it. 

"Pourquoi?" she asked. I put my finger to her lips. She let it rest there. I reached across with my other hand and gently tugged at the knot of her blouse. She closed her eyes and let me push her back on the bed. I kissed her on the mouth and her little tongue gently brushed across my lips. I continued to unbutton her blouse and then moved my hand across her stomach, stroking it in circles and moving downwards until my fingertips were running across the top of her skirt. 

She opened her eyes and whispered "Nous n'avon pas beaucoup de temps, monsieur. La madame!" I nodded and unclasped her skirt. She unzipped the rest of it and I pushed her down onto the bed as I wanted to fuck her with her still wearing those pink panties. I moved the crotch of the panties to one side and slid a finger across her hole. She was wetter than I had guessed. I went to my pocket to unwrap a condom but she tugged me back to her and shook her head. I entered her unprotected and we fucked for three or four minutes until first she, and then seconds later I, came. It was thrilling to fuck her like that. I hoped she had a boyfriend and that she would go and fuck him that afternoon or evening so his dick would be sluiced on its way by my leaking cum. But for now she just lay there panting for breath while I withdrew and gently removed her panties. I was keeping those. I love making whores out of honest women, but the twenty Euros hadn't been about that. It was really to buy her panties off of her. I'm a trophy collector that way. 

I'd only seen Genevieve twice more that stay. Both times she was on her way out of the hotel, but I'd got her out of my system by then and I simply enjoyed the stay for its other attractions. Over breakfast on the third day I consulted Apple Maps, picked a scenic route north to Paris and that evening, after a superb drive through the beautiful French countryside, I was checking into my hotel in the Marais for my last two nights in France before my return back across the Channel. 

That was when I saw Jenny! She was in a business suit and was paying a taxi right outside the front door. She almost bumped into me at the reception desk and then the look of shock on her face was a real picture! "Steve!" she cried! "Oh my god, what a surprise! You're in Paris!"

We did what all friends do when they bump into each other in unexpected locations. I explained why I was there and she told me she was there on one of her rare (twice a year) forays into Europe on behalf of a PISA research group she volunteered for. I'd quite forgotten she'd been a teacher and an education researcher. She rarely mentioned any of her work when we met as a group of friends. Eddy being a photographer and me being a writer, we tended to dominate the conversations I guess. But Jenny was fiercely intelligent and had a sharp analytical mind. I could see why PISA valued her data gathering.

She let me buy her a drink in the hotel bar and, since it was only about 8:30 she also agreed that I could buy her dinner. I had quite a bit of spare cash as my stay in Arles had been much cheaper than I had budgeted for, so I decided to push the boat out. I asked the receptionist for a recommendation and he gave me a look and then looked at Jenny. He had seen us greet each other and it was obvious that we weren't married to each other but that there was a warm friendship there. 

He said to me in a low voice "Well, sir, there is a place in the 5th that is quite exclusive, but I happen to know someone there and I can get you a reservation if you want somewhere special." 

I met his eye and pushed a fifty Euro note across the counter. Ten minutes later we had finished our drinks and the receptionist had called us a cab. We headed to the restaurant, which turned out to be just about the most perfect little place for seduction you ever saw. Each table was curtained off from the others, and the waiters buzzed around like busy but discreet bees bringing plates of oysters, scallops, moules and other fruits de mer to the diners, all of whom that I could actually see were couples and (I couldn't help noticing) most of whom appeared to be getting on extremely well with one another.

Jenny turned to me "Wow, what a fabulous place! I adore seafood. We never get out to places like this because Eddy can't stand fish." 

knew that already. If ever there was a meat and two veg guy it was Eddy. The only time he might touch something more exotic than egg and chips it would be because someone had smothered it with curry. But now here I was with his beautiful and sexy wife (even in a business suit) and I was going to make sure she had whatever she wanted.

We sat down and the waiter took not just our jackets but also our shoes! The floor was covered in beach sand, and everyone was shoeless. Jenny slipped out to the ladies room while I called for the menus and when she returned I saw she had taken off her stockings. "Mmmm! feels so good to have the sand between your toes, doesn't it Steve?" 

Her foot ran up my calf and down again. It was like getting an electric shock! I nodded and slipped my own socks off. She smiled and stroked her foot against mine. "Thanks." she said. "This is a wonderful choice. I wouldn't ever be able to come to a place like this with Eddy."

"You're welcome, Jenny" I said. "I was afraid I was going to have to settle for room service. It's great having your company." 

I meant it. Jenny looked like she was determined to have the time of her life. We turned to the menus and I ordered champagne - always a sound aperitif. 

I think it was while I was sliding my third oyster into her mouth that I decided I was going to try my darnedest to fuck Jenny that evening. She closed her eyes and let it slide down her throat. The sound she made was like that moaning you hear when a woman is swallowing your cum and loving every last mouthful of it. 

"Gorgeous!" she whispered. 

"Yes. You are." I said. And I reached across and stroked her hair. Her foot came to rest on mine and it stayed there for the rest of the dinner. I took her hand and she took a piece of ice from the pile in which the seafood had been served and slid it gently into my mouth. I sucked it in and with it her fingers, licking them and sucking on them for a few seconds before letting them go.

She looked dreamily at me. "Have you ever been to La Rouge et Noire?" she suddenly asked.

"No," I said. "I mean, of course I've heard of it, but I've never been there". 

"Me neither." she said. "Shall we?"

Ten minutes later we were in another taxi speeding across town to the 16th. I rested my hand on her knee and she turned to me and said "Steve, this is loooong overdue," and kissed me deeply and passionately on the mouth. She pulled away long enough to say "Tonight, Steve I want you to fuck me. I want to be your whore. I'll do whatever you want, but you must fuck me. I want to feel your warm cum spurting into my cunt. Agreed?" and then she pulled me back into a kiss that seemed to last the length of Paris.

La Rouge et Noire is a spa close to Auteuil. It's extremely exclusive and you have to know someone in order to get a booking. It turned out Jenny did know someone. Not just anyone but the spa's owner, Madame Cecile. She had met her in the course of her work that week and evidently the conversation had turned to Cecile's line of business and her clientele. Some of France's elite are members of the spa and it has a reputation for being a place where what goes on there stays in there. Certainly, the massages, good though they are, are not the sole attraction. 

I waited downstairs in the tiny lobby while Jenny disappeared for a few minutes. I had no idea what exactly she was doing but it seemed to work because she soon reappeared at the top of the first floor landing above my head and waved me upstairs. I walked up the stairs feeling the effects of the bottle of champagne and the Haut Medoc we had polished off along with all the seafood. I hold my drink pretty well, but I wondered if I ought not to have eased off on the wine and maybe taken on more water. Maybe an erotic massage would revive me.

Jenny and I were met by two tiny Chinese girls. They took us by the hand and led us into a private chamber where they disrobed us. I had never seen Jenny naked before, but I was a little distracted by the fact that the Chinese girl disrobing me (her name was Mei) was stroking my cock and saying something like "Hen hao! Zhen de chang change de - ye pang de!" which, whatever it meant, amused the Chinese girl, Li Ming, who was laughing and stroking Jenny's cunt.

We were led through to the massage room where what looked like a long table was laid out with towels, oil, balm and candles. On closer inspection it turned out to be two massage benches laid end to end. Jenny and I lay down on these and our heads rested on little wooden and silk cushioned plinths that meant we were face to face with our bodies stretched out away from one another. Mei put on some music and started warming some oil. Gently the girls massaged us both while we kissed and I stoked Jenny's hair and neck. 

There were gaps in the benches for our genitals. My cock was as stiff as a rod just with kissing Jenny but I suddenly felt someone underneath me taking it in hand and then the unmistakeable feeling of a young girl's mouth close around it and start tonguing me. 

"Oh my god, I'm being sucked off" I said to Jenny. 

"I guessed as much," Jenny said. She's been tonguing my clit for the past five minutes I'm ready to cum.

"You want jiggy jig with us or with her?" said Mei suddenly. 

I didn't need an urban dictionary to work that out. I pointed to Jenny and the two orientals discreetly left while Jenny and I rose from the benches and lay down on the mattress in the corner to fuck each other's brains out. The only pity was we couldn't make the foreplay last longer. I slid into Jenny's cunt like a piston into a well greased socket. We kissed passionately and she moaned as I started grinding. 

"Talk dirty to me" she said. "Tell me what a whore I am." 

"I'm gonna fuck your married cunt anytime I like" I said. "You're my whore now, understand? I'm gonna fuck you in your marital bed, on your kitchen table and on your living room carpet. I'm gonna pump you so full of cum you'll leak for days. I want Eddy's cock to have to fight its way through a sea of my hot cum." 

There was more but we were so busy slapping into one another that I forget it all now. Jenny literally churned beneath me. She gasped and shrieked as her body seemed to take over from her mind. It was gratifying to see how explosively she came. I could barely hold out for ten minutes before I was spurting that promised hot cum into Jenny's cunt. Suffice to say that I have never had a better fuck than that one. And what makes it thrilling (apart from the usual thrill I get from fucking a married woman) is that we know we'll be doing it again and again and again. Jenny really wants it. And I sure as hell want it back.

So far, so ordinary, I hear you say. What's so different about this? Well, I'd reckoned without La Rouge et Noire's specialty. About twenty minutes after we'd fucked I was stirring for a second round. My cock was stiffening nicely when in came Mei and Li Ming again. But this time there are two guys with them. They invite us to resume our positions on the benches and when we're in place start giving us four-hands massages. And man they were REALLY good at it. I could have sworn I heard my tired muscles thanking me personally for bringing them to this place. But what happened next was definitely an extra. The first guy turned to me and said 

"Whenever you want we stop you say and we stop, D'accord?"

"D'accord" I said and with that they start massaging Jenny really intimately. 

Fingers dripping with oil and balm were brushing across her ass, her cunt and her tits. Meanwhile Mei (or Li Ming - I couldn't have cared less) was going to work on my cock with her tongue and the other one was sliding oiled fingers into my ass and working me like a rent boy. 

I looked up and say Jenny eyes closed smiling in ecstasy as the first guy entered her cunt from behind. He started pumping her and she bucked and sighed before gasping and very suddenly - like REALLY suddenly, cumming. The guy pulled out and moved around to her face so I was inches away when she took his cock in her mouth and started sucking him off. 

By now the second guy was fucking her from behind. Only he didn't pull out. He pumped her full of cum and Jenny gasped as she came again too. I could see the guy whose cock she had just let go of with her lips finish by wanking himself into her face. She licked his cock as he reinserted it in her mouth after three spurts. He was still pumping and I knew she was being cum into simultaneously at both ends. 

Meantime I was ready to let my own load shoot. Mei tuned me over and straddled me cowgirl style. But before I could start pumping, Li Ming straddled my face and I started eating her out while fucking her friend. I had Li Ming cumming in less than a minute but I held back from cumming into Mei until I felt her cunt muscles tighten and she gave out a long gutteral moan. Then I let it shoot. I was exhausted but I knew that Jenny and I would somehow recover and fuck one more time back in the hotel.

I was wrong about that, though. We actually did it three more times - and once more after breakfast the next day.

Jenny took the train home as Eddy was meeting her at St Pancras. I drove back to London and didn't get a chance to see her again until Christmas - although we've exchanged some pretty explicit texts and Skype calls. 

So there you have it. My best bit of married pussy yet, and the last for sometime I think - since it's difficult to imagine anything beating the feel of Jenny's cunt clasped around my shaft and the sight of her pretty young married face screwed up in a delirium of wicked affair fucking while she cums all over me.



Jenny



My eyes scanned the small science class room, trying to get an idea of what my classmates were like. Most of them seemed dull, or interested in different things. None seemed to be very nerdy, like me. Well, a couple were, but they were fat guys who smelt bad, and seemed like they're dicks. I sighed, and decided that this was going to be another lonely year on my own.

The teacher was making some short speech about the school year, when he announced that we had to select partners for the rest of the semester, and I immediately started to panic. Who here is even remotely like me? I thought, my eyes scanning the class again, desperately searching for someone. I cursed myself for giving up so soon on befriending anyone when suddenly, the door swung open.

A beautiful petite girl, with auburn hair, pale skin and thick glasses covering her sparkling eyes burst through the door. 

"Sorry I'm late; I went into the wrong class." She said, her cheeks blushing a little. She was small, but adorable. The teacher told her it was fine, and said that she needed to find a partner. I was sitting in the back, with no one beside me. I quickly waved towards her, before I realized it. Her eyes looked me up and down, and she lit up with a smile suddenly, as she walked towards me.

"Hi! I'm Jenny." She told me, raising her hand for me to shake. 

"I'm Josh." I replied, my cheeks slightly red from her being so close. I couldn't tell if she was wearing makeup, but her skin looked perfect. She had a dimple whenever she smiled. 

"You waved me over to be your partner, right?" She asked, biting her lip. She looked even more stunning up close. 

"Yeah, if you wanna be I mean." I said, blushing a little. She giggled adorably, making my heart melt.

"Of course I do, you seem nice enough." She told me, a beautiful smile spreading across her face. My smile grew wide, before I realized she was still standing. 

"Sit down, come on. I don't bite." I joked, pulling the chair out. She giggled slightly, before walking around me, and sat down.

The teacher gave us a few minutes to get to know our partner, since 'Teamwork and cooperation are important between lab partners.'

"So what do you do most of the time?" I asked, trying to appear casual by leaning on the table. 

"Well, I spend most of my time playing videogames, to be honest." She told me, blushing a bit. 

"Really? Me too!" I grinned, and she sighed in relief before grinning back at me. We started to chat about videogames for a few minutes, and I soon discovered she was a bigger nerd than I was.

"So, do you think I'll be a good partner?" She asked, her eyes shining. 

"Uh, I think so. You'll be a good friend if nothing else." I stammered, blushing as her smile stretched from ear to ear. 

"Thank you!" She told me, wrapping her arms around me for a few seconds. The teacher finally told us all to stop, and started telling us about what we were to expect, and do in this class.

We would do a practical every lesson, and be expected to give a write-up next lesson about the practical. If we finished the practical with half an hour or more time left, we were allowed to go to the library to study instead. He said that usually the brighter students would likely have over an hour by the time they finish. We got started on work immediately.

Jenny and I worked fantastic together. She was mostly perfect. The only problem was that her vocabulary during the tenser moments of the practicals was, simply put, hilarious. We were drawing close to finishing our practical already. 

"Quick, pass me the goopy goop!" She demanded, holding her hand out. I started laughing loudly as I passed her the correct substance, which she added with utmost dedication.

"Aand done! Yay!" She said, jumping up and down and clapping as she watched our mixture. She looked up at me, and her smile just made me feel nothing but happiness. It would be impossible to be anything but happy while looking at her. Oh my god, I'm in love. I realized suddenly, and my eyes widened as she turned to finish writing down some quick notes, then spun to look up at the clock. I completely froze for those few seconds, suddenly realizing just how bad I was in love with this girl.

"40 minutes left, do you wanna head to the library? We can chat in there easier as well as do our work." She asked, turning to face me and tilting her head to the side as she spoke. 

"I uh, sure." I stuttered with an awkward shrug. We told the teacher and started walking down the corridor towards the library. 

*

"So, besides video games, what else do you do?" I asked, slipping my hands into my jacket pocket casually as we walked. I tried to ignore my feelings for now and focused on just befriending her.

"Nothing really, in all honesty." She said, her voice getting quiet in embarrassment. 

"Sounds like we're the same then!" I replied, grinning. 

"I guess so!" She exclaimed, her face lighting up again with that beautiful smile of hers. It just spread so quickly, and made me feel warm and fuzzy inside with just a second's glance. I was really falling for her, hard. I had never really liked someone before, let alone been in love.

"Maybe we could play games together sometime?" She asked, her eyes looking up at me. She's much shorter than me, her barely being 5 feet, while I'm a little over 6. 

"I'd love to." I told her, still wildly grinning. 

"Yaay!" She smiled wider, jumping up and down and clapping close to her chest.

We arrived at the library, and I pulled the large door open for her. 

"So chivalrous, my hero." She said, winking at me. 

"My princess." I replied, before I could even think. She giggled a little at my comment, her cheeks turning slightly red. I thought nothing of it as I followed her into the library. 

We managed to knock out the written work in twenty minutes, giving us another fifteen before her next class. Luckily for me, this was my only class for today. 

"So, Josh, got a lucky lady in your life?" She asked, leaning casually on the desk and looking into my eyes. 

"I uh, no, I've never exactly been, well, popular." I mumbled, her eyes distracting me too much. I turned away blushing. 

"Aww, that's a surprise. You seem sweet. I bet any girl would be lucky to have you." She told me. I looked back at her to see her smiling gently, and I felt my heart flip inside. 

"T-Thank you." I stuttered dumbly, my cheeks turning red. 

"I'm just being honest, no need to thank me." She said smirking, making my cheeks redder.

"Well, uh, what about you?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Nope. Who could ever love a face like this?" She said, laughing. 

"Are you kidding? You're so beautiful." I blurted, before thinking. Her eyes widened before sparkling more, her cheeks turned red and she smiled the widest I'd seen, before softly whispering, 

"Thank you." It melted my heart, and I couldn't help but grin widely like a fool. 

"I really don't get complimented a lot, so uh, I take it seriously. Thank you." She told me, before leaning over and kissing me on the cheek. I could hardly think, my head and heart filled with nothing but love for this girl when suddenly, the bell rang. 

"Well, I have to get going, as much as I hate to." She sighed. She started to pack up her things, and I tried to help as best I could. She suddenly tore off a piece of paper from her book, and scribbled something down. 

"Here's my number and my dorm room, if you wanted to talk or get together later?" She asked, her cheeks turning slightly red. 

"I'd love to!" I exclaimed grinning, making her smile grow as she finished packing up.

"I've really got to go now, sorry. Bye!" She told me, giving me another kiss on the cheek before starting to walk away, waving as she left. I yelled bye back, and waved until she was gone, before I packed up my things. I looked at the slip of paper with her number and address, and saw that she had added a heart on the page beside her name. My heart skipped a beat as I walked out of the library, my head filled with nothing but her.

*

I checked the time again, and saw that her lessons would finally be done. I decided to wait a few minutes for her to get home first, and then rolled back on my bed, picking up my DS and continuing to play Pokémon. I lost a battle while barely paying attention, and then checked the clock only to find it had been a minute. I kept playing, and managed to walk back to where I was. I checked the clock again and seen it had only been another minute. I groaned in frustration.

"Dude, you've been checking that clock every minute since you got home 2 hours ago. What are you waiting for?" My roommate Drake asked, as he walked past. 

"Uh, well there's this girl..." I started, and he snorted and held his hand up. 

"Say no more, I already understand. Good luck dude. Oh yeah, I might be bringing another guy home tonight, cool?" He asked. 

"Cool." I replied, nodding before he walked out of my room. I checked the clock and saw it had been a couple minutes this time. I shrugged and figured it'd been enough time.

I grabbed my phone and started dialling the number quickly. I heard it ring twice before she answered. 

"Hello?" I heard her sweet voice answer. 

"Hey, it's me." I replied, my cheeks red. 

"Josh! I've been looking forward to this call my entire English class! I was wondering, would you want to come over? I have a lot of homework for English, so I couldn't really do it while on the phone, and I don't even know your address so..." Her angelic voice trailed off. 

"Sure! I'll be over as quick as I can." I told her. We said our goodbyes, and I quickly burst out of my dorm room and sped towards hers.

*

I knocked nervously on her door, slightly panting from hurrying. She opened up and her face lit up in a wide smile. 

"Hey!" She said, hugging me tightly and kissing me on the cheek before leading me by the hand to her room. "Sorry if it's a little too warm for you, our heating is broken and it's either pretty cold or pretty warm." She explained. 

"It's fine." I replied simply.

I stepped into her room and saw various videogame posters, shelves of games against her walls, and a super computer tucked in the corner. She wasn't kidding when she said she played games a lot. 

"Wow, your collection is way bigger than mine." I said, wide-eyed and looking at the sheer amount of games. 

"Really? I expected you to have a bigger collection, honestly." She told me, grinning, before sitting at the desk beside her bed. I stood awkwardly, before she patted her bed. I stumbled over and sat on top. 

"Make yourself comfy. No need to be nervous, silly." She told me whilst grinning adorably, her stunning eyes locked on mine. 

"Sorry, I just, uh, I've never been, in a, um, girl's room." I stuttered, feeling more nervous by her staring at me. 

"And I've never had a boy in my room. Well, I never really had anyone in my room. You're my first!" She told me, grinning. 

"It's an honour." I told her, grinning back. 

We chatted leisurely while she did her work. Eventually, she finished and slammed her book shut. 

"Thank god that's done. Now we can do whatever. You wanna play a game or something?" She asked. 

"Uh, sure. You pick." I told her. She leant over and looked at the games on the bottom of her shelf. I caught myself looking at her butt and looked away blushing, shaking my head. She stood up straight, holding a game.

She put on Super Mario Bros, and sat beside me, passing me my controller. 

"You're really good." I commented, as she breezed through the first level. 

"It's the first level. Anyone can look really good at the first level," She replied. 

"True. Maybe even I could." I told her, and she started laughing. We kept playing and chatting until sunset.

"I think you should head back, I don't want you walking in the dark. Plus it'll start getting cold soon." She told me as she turned off the game. 

"Aww, fine. Oh hey, do you want my dorm and phone number and stuff too?" I asked. 

"It would be nice to be able to contact you, probably." She replied, smirking. I laughed a little before grabbing a piece of her notepaper. I wrote down my information, before she walked me to her door.

"Did you wanna do something tomorrow?" She asked, leaning against the doorway. 

"Sure! Anything in mind?" I asked. 

"Nope." She said, laughing. "I'll think of something and text you, I guess?" She questioned, unsure. 

"Okay, see you tomorrow then!" I said, grinning. 

"Bye!" She said, waving as I walked away. I continued staring back at her small figure, in the doorway, waving to me, as I waved back, until I could barely see her. When I got home, I ignored the sounds of my roommate and his newest partner and curled up in bed, ready to sleep. I kept thinking of her, as my consciousness drifted away.

*

The next day, I woke up to a text from Jenny. 

"Good morning! Would you like to grab lunch together at the café across from college? :D" She wrote. I smiled, before replying. 

"Yeah! 12 okay with you?" I wrote back, looking at the clock. It was 10 now. 

"Sure! :3" She replied quickly. I chuckled at her emoticon, before I got up and showered. 

I got out and had just pulled on my pants when Drake knocked on the door. 

"Yo, I got class soon. You nearly done?" He asked. 

"Yeah, I'm almost dressed. I'm gonna go out around 12, cool?" I replied, as I pulled on a shirt. 

"Cool." He said. I opened the door whilst shoving my arm in my jacket.

I left him to his shower, and walked into the lounge room to find a dude in boxers eating cereal on the couch. I gave him a silent nod, as he slightly waved to me, before I went back into my room for a while. I relaxed, and started playing a game.

I ended up doing terribly in the game, thinking about Jenny's stunning eyes, heart-warming smile, beautiful auburn hair tied in a bun, and her adorable nose. She was simply fantastic in every way. I checked my clock, and saw it was ten to 12 and decided to go. I walked out of my dorm with a spring in my step, towards the café.

I arrived, and looked inside to find I couldn't see her. I decided to wait outside the door, and stood around for a couple minutes before I saw her walk across the road. She was wearing a blue hoodie, zipped up, and a pair of jeans. She had let her hair down, and I saw it flow in the breeze, a little more than shoulder length.

"Hey! Sorry I'm late!" She called out as I started walking towards her. 

"Hi, it's fine! Let's go inside, it's freezing out here." I said, laughing a little. I pulled the door open for her, before she walked inside. 

"My hero." She said, smirking. 

"My princess." I replied, making her giggle as she walked to a table in the corner.

A waitress came up to us quickly as we sat down. We both just ordered coffee and sandwiches, and started talking after the waitress left. 

"So, how was high school for you?" She asked me, after a couple minutes of light conversation. I thought to myself for a few seconds, before I answered. 

"Boring, I guess. I was pretty awkward, so I never really had close friends. I wasn't bullied or anything so I wouldn't say it was a bad time. So it was pretty much just uninteresting and kinda dull, overall." I told her. "You?" She looked down at the table, her fingers fiddling with the edge of the tablecloth. 

"My time at school wasn't exactly the greatest. The girls hated me because I was so skinny. The jocks made fun of me because I played videogames. The nerds were pretty mean, never giving me a chance just because I'm a girl. Practically everyone made fun of me, and I never really had a friend until I left, when I came here and met my roommate, and you." She told me, biting her lip due to nerves. She looked up at me, her eyes shining, but nervous.

"Wow, I'm so sorry your high school sucked. I'll do everything I can to make up for it!" I told her, grinning. 

"Aw, thank you!" Her beautiful smile spread wider, as her cheeks turned red. The waitress came by and dropped off our food and drink. I thanked her before taking a bite into the sandwich. The waitress walked away as Jenny giggled at my face. 

"You got some sauce on your cheek." She told me. 

"Really?" I asked as I grabbed a napkin, trying to wipe it off. She giggled again, before snatching the napkin out of my hand and leaning over the table, wiping it off me. 

"There, all gone!" She said, delighted. I blushed, but thanked her. We made small talk as we continued to eat, until we finished. 

"Now what do you wanna do, since we've both finished eating?" She asked, leaning back in her chair and stretching, pulling an adorable face of relief as she did. 

"Well, I could show you my house if you want, although it's not exactly clean." I said, grinning at her cute smile. 

"Sure!" She replied, jumping out of her chair excitedly.

*

We walked back from the café, her close beside me the entire time. I had a strong urge to hold her hand, but I stopped myself. We finally arrived at my dorm room. 

"Ready to see my dorm?" I asked, smiling nervously as I held the doorknob. 

"Yes!" She cheered happily. I twisted the door knob, and opened the door quickly. 

We walked into my lounge room, where Drake was watching TV. 

"Hey, this your girlfriend?" He asked, smirking. 

"I-uh, no." I stuttered, my cheeks turning red. Jenny looked away, embarrassed but smiling. Her cheeks were just as red. "Jenny, this is my gay roommate Drake. Drake, this is Jenny, my friend from science." I mumbled, introducing them.

"Hi!" She said, her cheeks still a little red as she stretched her hand out. Drake grabbed it and shook it gently, grinning. 

"Nice to meet you." He said, before getting up. "I was actually on my way out, to be honest. I was gonna stay at that dude from yesterday's house today." He told me, as he grabbed his jacket off the coat hanger. "By the way there's condoms in the top drawer by my bed. See ya later." He said, as he closed the door behind him.

Jenny looked awkwardly at me, before turning away. Her cheeks were very red, possibly even more than mine. 

"So uh, that's Drake. Now do you wanna see my room?" I offered, trying to change the conversation. 

"Um, sure. You said my game collection was bigger, but I wanna see for myself." She told me, her beautiful smile stretching across her face. I grinned back, before opening the door to my room.

I wish I had cleaned earlier, as I realized too late that I had left clothes and my work books strewn across the room. She didn't seem to pay any attention to the mess as she walked over to my cupboard of games, and inspected them. 

"You're right, my collection is bigger, but you've got a lot of better games than me." She told me, as her finger brushed along my games, skimming through them quickly.

"I usually only buy what I think is really good, so that'd make sense I guess." I replied. "You can choose a game to play, if you'd like." I told her, as she continued to skim through my game collection. She pulled one out, and put it into the console. She was confused however, when it wouldn't turn on. 

"I think your GameCube is broken." She told me. 

"That's because it's not plugged in." I said, smirking as I reached over and plugged the power cord in from behind the TV. I turned around as her head shook away, her cheeks a little red. 

She sat down on my bed, the controller readily in her hand. She had chosen another Mario game, one of the single player ones this time.

I smiled at the adorable sight of her intensely staring at the screen while clutching the controller in her hands like a child holds its favourite toy. I sat down beside her, and was surprised when she leaned her head on my shoulder. 

"You don't mind if I do this, right?" She asked, looking up at me. 




Jenny



"Of course not, it's actually pretty comfy." I admitted, blushing yet again. 

"Good, it's comfy for me too." She replied, smiling before her eyes returned to the game, and started playing.

*

We had been sitting with her leaning against me for a long time, I had no idea how much time had passed. Eventually, she got to a level she couldn't beat, and passed the controller to me. 

"I can't do it, could you please beat it for me?" She whined, pushing the controller into my hands.

"Alright, but you're not gonna get better by having me play instead." I told her, laughing a little at her whining voice. 

"I know, but I'm kinda tired. I wanna keep playing, I just don't wanna do the really hard levels." She explained. I glanced at my clock, and my eyes widened. 

"Is it that late already? Should I take you back to your dorm now?" I asked, realizing it was nearly midnight. 

"Do you think I could stay here tonight? I don't really feel like walking all the way back, and I haven't got any classes tomorrow. Plus your couch looks pretty comfy anyway." She explained, her eyelids drooped a little from being sleepy. 

"Of course you can stay, but there's no way you're taking that couch, god knows what Drake gets up to on it. You take my bed, and I'll take the couch." I said, patting her head. 

"No way, I'm not making you sleep on your couch in your own house. You're sleeping in this bed no matter what." She told me, poking my chest with the last three words. 

"But you-" I started to say, before she interrupted.

"How about we both sleep in your bed?" She suggested, her eyes suddenly looking away from me. 

"I, uh, I mean if you want, but are you sure?" I asked, suddenly feeling my cheeks getting warmer. 

"I trust you enough not to try anything, don't worry!" She told me, rubbing her head against my side. We sat quietly for a couple minutes, as I kept playing the game. 

I swore after dying again. 

"Maybe this level is just impossible." I sighed. 

"Maybe you just need encouragement! How about I promise to do something for you if you beat the level?" She said, and suddenly I felt all the blood rush to my crotch. I shifted in my seat, before replying. 

"W-what do you mean? I mean, I uh, what?" I asked, my mouth feeling dry. 

"Beat the level and you'll find out." She replied, a twinkle in her eyes that made me swallow hard. The next couple minutes were the most I had ever focused on a game before. After painfully getting through the entire level, I managed to finally beat it. 

"Oh my god, you were right about the encouragement. So uh, what did you mean by, um, promising to do something?" I asked, my cheeks red with the thoughts running through my head. Without a word, she leaned forward with a smirk and kissed me, her tender lips pressing firmly against mine. I felt all of my anxiety wash away between our lips, as she kissed me gently, her hand grasping my cheek softly. 

After a few more seconds, she pulled away, her face flushed. 

"You're amazing, oh my god. Was that okay?" She asked me, smiling nervously. 

"That was incredible." I told her, stuttering. 

"You were really amazing. Thank god you beat that level!" She joked, laughing.

"So I uh, you're still comfortable with sleeping in the same bed as me, right?" I asked, checking to make sure. 

"I just kissed you. Do you really need to ask?" She teased, leaning her head in my chest. "You're comfy."

"Thank you." I replied, my cheeks still red. 

"Did you wanna borrow some clothes, like a large jumper or something to sleep in? I don't know if you'd be comfy sleeping in those clothes, so uh..." my voice trailed off. 

"Sure, if you're okay with lending one." She replied softly. I got up awkwardly, untangling myself from her arms. I opened my wardrobe and grabbed my biggest jumper.

"Is this okay?" I asked, showing her a large red jumper I got a few weeks ago. 

"Yep! That looks really comfy. I'll be right back!" She said, winking as she left the room. I saved and turned off the game, and prepared my bed to try and make it more comfy for her.

When she entered the room again she seemed to be wearing nothing but my jumper. It went down to almost her knees, but her jeans were in her hand, along with her shirt and hoodie. 

"So I guess we'll go to sleep now?" I asked, unsure and shrugging. 

"Yeah, sorry about this. I'm just really tired." She replied, dropping her clothes in a neat pile by the foot of my bed. "I'll pick that up in the morning, if that's okay." She said. 

"Its fine, and of course." I replied as I got into bed, closer to the wall.

I already had my head on the pillow by the time she was starting to get in, so I saw under the jumper as her knee lifted, and could see her black frilly panties underneath. I felt my cock swell and my cheeks turn red. She wriggled under the blankets getting comfy, before she put her glasses on the bedside table. She turned off the lamp beside my bed, making the room fairly dark although lights from outside kept it lit enough to make out her face close to me. 

"Thanks again for letting me stay here." She whispered, moving closer to me and kissing my cheek. 

"Thank you for giving me that kiss." I whispered back, making her giggle quietly. "Your giggle is so adorable." I told her, grinning. I saw her smile wide, before hugging me closely and thanking me.

Unfortunately, my cock had just become hard, so after she thanked me, she stopped moving for a moment, before I saw a sly grin on her face. 

"Looks like I'm not the only thankful one." She said, smirking. My cheeks turned red yet again. 

"I-I'm sorry!" I apologized, feeling embarrassed. 

"It's fine, silly! Are you gonna need to take care of that to sleep though? I don't mind if you do." She told me, still holding me close. My erection throbbed at the thought of it, and I saw her grin grow wider. "That seems to be a good idea in your opinion." She remarked. 

"I uh, I don't have to, I can wait until-" I started to say, when she pressed a finger to my lips. 

"If you're not gonna take care of that, I will." She told me, and my eyes grew wide. I could see her grin get wider as I felt her fingers wrap around my waistband, and I felt my boner get harder. 

"You want this, right?" She asked, looking into my eyes. 

"Of course, I'd love for you to uh, do that. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, why wouldn't I?" I asked her. She looked at me with her eyes filled with joy. 

"God you're amazing." She told me, as she leaned closer and kissed me softly. I felt her lips press against mine as her fingers slipped below the waistband, when I suddenly stopped her. 

"Wait, can I ask for one favour?" I said nervously. 

"What is it?" She asked. 

"Can you turn the light on?" I asked, blushing. She giggled, before reaching over and turning it on. I could feel her fingers toying with my pubic hair, and I shivered slightly. 

"I thought you were gonna ask for me to do something extra or something." She laughed. 

"I'm lucky enough to get this, I'm not gonna try to push my luck." I joked back. 

"It wouldn't really be pushing." She replied, smiling gently as her fingers reached lower and wrapped around my erection. I gasped at the feeling of her soft fingers. She started slowly stroking me inside my pants, the fingers sliding slowly up and down the shaft. I started to moan as she sped up. 

"Jeez, I haven't even got it out of your pants and you're already moaning like you're about to cum." Jenny teased, as she pushed the blanket down. 

"I-it's my first time being touched, you can't exactly blame me." I gasped, as she pulled the front of my pants down and started to stroke me properly. 

"Don't worry, I'd probably act the same if you were fingering me." She replied casually.

Her hand felt like heaven. She was slow, but firm in her grasp. 

"H-holy fuck, you're incredible." I groaned. I saw her smile grow as her hand sped up. 

"Am I doing this right?" She asked, her hand going faster and faster. 

"Yes..." I moaned, the pleasure growing more and more. "I think I'm gonna cum soon..." I gasped, barely able to get the words out. 

"You'll make a mess though, right?" She asked, her fingers slowing down a little. I simply nodded, unable to speak. She suddenly shifted down, her head positioning over the head of my cock. Her hand slid down to only stroke the shaft as her lips wrapped around the head of my cock.

Her tongue lashed out and ran across the head of my cock, as her lips sucked me quickly and her hand stroked even faster. She looked up at me seductively, as I started to cum. I shot deep down her throat, rope after rope of cum. She started to cough, trying to swallow. She kept sucking until I couldn't cum anymore.

"O-oh my god, that was amazing." I blurted, unable to think. She giggled adorably. 

"You know, cum doesn't taste too bad. I figured if I swallowed then there'd be no mess." She explained, wriggling back up to the pillow, and wrapping her arms around me. 

"G-good thinking. Really good thinking." I said with a constant grin on my face. 

"So you think you can sleep now?" She asked. 

"Yeah, thanks to you. Although, are you gonna be able to sleep?" I asked, and saw her cheeks turn red. 

"I uh, I mean, well that was kinda hot..." Her voice trailed off, her face blushing profusely. I opened my mouth to offer, but her finger pressed against my lips again. 

"I'm sorry, I really would like you to finger me too, but I feel like we'll end up doing stuff for too long if you do and I really need to sleep." She explained, smiling sadly. 

"I understand. Would you rather I turned around or?" I asked, as I pulled my pants back up. 

"No way, are you kidding? It'll be way hotter with you watching me." She told me, her cheeks red. I watched as she pulled the blanket back partly so I could see, as her fingers pulled the jumper up slightly, enough to see her panties.

She slipped her fingers in her underwear without taking it off, and I heard her fingers squish inside her pussy. My eyes ran back up to her face, and saw her eyes locking with mine as I heard her finger move inside her.

Her lips curled on one side as she fingered herself, before my eyes. I watched her gracefully finger herself for a few minutes. I loved watching her, as her eyes flickered open and closed. As her mouth twitched constantly. Listening to her rapid breathing, watching her chest rise and fall. Slowly, her eyes still watching me, I moved closer and kissed her gently. 

Her other hand ran through my hair and pulled me closer, our lips smacking together passionately as her fingers flew in her panties. 

"Oh my god..." She moaned softly in my lips, before jerking away, her back arching and gasping loudly, before her waist fell to the bed. 

"Holy shit, that was intense. Do whatever you just did more often please." She whispered, her voice quivering.

She pulled her fingers out and sighed a breath of relief. She leaned back, switched the lamp off and curled up beside me. My arm wrapped around her and I saw her smile in the dim light. I moved closer to kiss her gently, our lips pressing against each other briefly, before I pulled away, blushing. She giggled a little, before closing her eyes.

*

I watched her falling asleep, listening to her every breath, and I remember the feeling of her chest rising and falling against mine. At some point, I must have fallen asleep though, because I woke up to find myself alone in the bed, with faint sounds in the kitchen. I got up quickly, and stumbled to the door.

I opened the door to find her standing by the oven in her clothes, holding a frying pan full of bacon. 

"Good morning!" She cheered happily, as I collapsed into a nearby chair. 

"Good morning, I didn't know you were the kind to wake up early." I mumbled, wiping my eyes. 

"Well, I guessed you were the type to wake up late, and it seems I'm right." She smirked, sticking her tongue out. I laughed a little as she started serving the bacon onto plates.

"It was okay for me to cook your bacon, right?" She asked, biting her lip adorably as she passed me a plate and fork. 

"Of course, I was gonna cook it one of these days anyway, you just saved me the hassle." I grinned, before digging into the bacon. She sat beside me with a plate of her own. 

I finished eating quickly, and looked up at her with a piece of bacon sticking out of her mouth. She looked at me sheepishly, and I burst out laughing. She started laughing too, spitting her bacon onto the plate. We sat there laughing for a couple minutes, before calming down. 

"I can't believe we just laughed over nothing for like five minutes." She gasped, grinning. I loved her soft wide smile. Without thinking, I leaned over and kissed her gently. Her eyes widened, before she melted into my lips, closing her eyes. We parted after a few moments.

"That was amazing." She whispered, her face flushed with excitement. 

"You're amazing." I told her, grinning. She smiled wide, before jumping on top of me, her lips pressing passionately against me as her hands wrapped around my head. I fell off the chair to the hard tiled floor, with her on top of me. 

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, are you okay?" She stuttered, panicking. I kissed her quickly, calming her. 

"I'm fine, no harm done silly." I whispered gently, my hand softly sliding against her cheek. She smiled softly, before her eyes widened. 

"I think you're more than fine." She said smirking, her thigh rubbing against my hard-on. 

"Well, with someone like you on top, you can't really blame me." I replied. Her smile grew, before she jumped off me. 

"Go to your bed, just trust me." She yelled, as she ran into Drake's room. Confused, I got up and walked into my room, and lay down on my bed. I waited for a couple minutes and just as I was thinking of going to see where she was, she crept into the room, with a cheeky grin. She kept her arm behind her back. She crawled towards me in the bed, seductively staring into my eyes. I gulped, my boner getting completely erect.

"So, I was wondering..." Her voice trailed off, as she showed me what she was holding. In her hand were a handful of condom packets. "This might be a little soon, but would you be okay with being my first?" She asked, biting her lip adorably like she always did when she was nervous. 

"As long as you're okay with being mine..." My voice trailed off, and she grinned.

"You know, the fact we've known each other for two days doesn't seem to faze you in the slightest." I pointed out, as she pulled my pants down. 

"I feel like I know you well enough." She replied, happily wrapping her fingers around my cock. I gasped at her soft touch. She stroked me a couple times, keeping eye contact until I felt myself grow to full mast.

She let go, and opened the packet. She pulled out the small circle, and flashed a nervous grin before slowly pulling it down the length of my shaft. I gulped, as she started pulling her jeans and underwear off, exposing her cute bald pussy. She began positioning herself over my cock, her wet pussy glistening in the light. 

"Wait. I uh, I want to make sure of something." I said, her knees quivering as she held herself above me. "We're not just friends, right? Like, we're uh, more?" I stuttered. Her smile grew wide, and she leaned towards me, and kissed me gently. 

"I'd love to be more." She whispered, as she fell on my cock.

She breathed in sharply, as my cock felt her tight wet hot pussy walls wrap around me. I was in heaven.

"Just... Give me a second." She panted. I pressed my lips against hers, and kissed her gently. We kissed for a couple minutes, before she started moving her hips, slowly sliding off my cock up to the head, before falling back as her hips connected with mine. I gasped, as she started to bounce up and down on my cock slowly.

She leaned her head back, her mouth twitching, as she sighed. I raised my hands, and grasped her breasts through her thin shirt. She looked at me, with her eyes full of lust, as she leant forward again and kissed me passionately. I felt her speed up on my cock, as I started to raise my hips to thrust into her. 

We kept fucking faster and faster, I began to really pound her. Jenny was moaning now, quietly into my ear. I loved the sound of adorable voice whispering into my ear, of watching her face each time my hips met hers, the feeling of wet pussy wrapped around my cock. I loved her. 

My arms wrapped around her, and I pulled her closer to me as we fucked. She grinned, her mouth twitching with every thrust. I reached down with one hand, and flicked my thumb against her clit, making her jump. I began playing with it, rubbing it faster and faster, making her turn into a mess.

"Fuck, I, fuck... Don't stop. Please, please, I'm gonna cum..." She stammered, frantically thrusting harder and harder against my cock. "Please cum inside me." She whispered. I groaned, as I thrust faster and faster, feeling my cock start to throb. I thrust one final time, and shot my load inside, my hot semen filling the condom as I groaned louder. Jenny kept bouncing on top of me, milking me of all my cum. eventually she slowed down and stopped, rolling to my side.

"I love you." I whispered, looking into her eyes as I breathed heavily. Her beautiful smile spread across her face, as her eyes twinkled. I leant over, and gently wiped some hair out of her face. 

"I love you too." She whispered back. I couldn't help but grin, as she leant closer and kissed me gently. Her soft lips pressed against mine, and I loved the feeling. I was in love, and I knew it wouldn't change. Not now, not ever.



Jenny



It was a hot July afternoon and Randal couldn't really believe he was headed out to the Valley. For all of the company's talk about flexibility and enabling the creative mind to solve problems they didn't like people to not be at work. Eight hours were expected out of programmers. He had been there two years. He had earned enough flexibility to escape on Tuesday afternoons by being there on Thursdays and Fridays until everyone else had left. It was rumored that he went to AA. He was fine with it as long as it allowed him Tuesday afternoons.

Jenny floated in the pool. She had allowed herself only one bowl from the oversized bong on the back porch. She wanted more. She supposed she had reached new levels of tolerance, as even the pharmaceutical grade shit seemed to take more and more all the time but fuck it. She had been an Administrative assistant; she had been an Executive Administrator. They were sucky ass jobs that bored her. She served breakfast and lunch at the Four Seasons now. They didn't drug test and she had Tuesdays off.

Evan had hit the right balance. The pot had soothed his nerved but he was still able to get it up. Jenny's sister had gotten herself to that point where all she wanted to do was suck cock and get her pussy licked. He didn't like Jenny's sister better than Jenny but he thought Jenny's sister probably liked him more than Jenny liked him and that worked out just fine. Randal scared the shit out of him when he knocked but he was kind enough to just come in and not make him get up to get the door.

Ashley liked that her sister shared. Jenny shared her pot, her boy friend, and her guest bedroom. Jenny was good to her. When Randall came in, she wished Jenny would share him too. She'd asked a couple of times already and Randall always said no. As he passed through the living room she asked again. Randall said she looked busy, maybe later. She went back to Evans cock.

"Evan says I'm a slut." Jenny still had her bikini bottoms on but she had let loose her top. Randall admired her full breasts. He liked the way they would sway back and forth. She packed the bong a second time and passed it over to him. Randall took a hit. It felt like a wave rushing over him. He passed it back to her and she finished the bowl. He did worry about her smoking too much.

"Isn't he inside fucking your sister?"

"No. They don't fuck."

"Oh, that's good."

"He says we shouldn't either."

"I don't like that idea."

"Do you want a dance?" she grinned at him.

"Fuck yeah."

"Take your jeans off." She told him. 

He stripped off his jeans and shirt. It felt better being down to his boxers. He was sure the heat made it take that much longer for the high to hit. She played with the iPod until she had found Van Morrison. Moondance was his favorite. She started bent over his chair, her breasts swaying in his face. She moved her hips to the music and kept her eyes down. She hadn't danced professionally in years. She was almost forty now, she had a belly and was fighting cellulite on her ass. He didn't care at all. On cue, she turned and was now moving her ass between his legs. He didn't need a lot of encouragement when he was stoned and his erection responded immediately. She dry humped him, pressing his cock against her sex. They would do this later without her suit or his boxers but that wasn't really a lap dance. As the song drew to an end, she pressed her breasts against him, and then straddled the chair. She was tall and he liked how her breasts felt against his cheeks and chin. He followed the rules until the song stopped. When the music changed to America he raised his arms to her hips and pulled her nipple into his mouth. She moaned gently. 

"Lets swim." He suggested.

"Just one." She said. She had pressed her hand into her bikini and he felt her fingers moving rhythmically against his cock. He knew exactly how she did it. She had one finger inside of her, the other moving in circles on her clit. He eased her back a little so he could grasp her nipples between his fingers. "Mmm. Just one." She mumbled at him. He gripped her erect nipples firmly. He rolled them between his thumbs and fingers. "A little harder, you know." He did know. He pulled them. He lifted her large breasts pulling at her nipples. He tugged and pinched and felt her fingers moving quickly, it would have been enough to get him off if he wasn't stoned, instead it just brought him close and he focused on the words to A Horse With No Name. She wasn't a small woman and that made the small squeak she made when she came all that much stranger. Her body tensed and then relaxed. He released her tits, taking them in his mouth, first one and then the other. He kissed them gently and then let her go. She sprang up, slipping her bottoms off. "Come on." He dropped his shorts and jumped naked into the pool after her.

The water was cool and instantly revived him. It wasn't yet four in the afternoon and it would still get hotter for two more hours. He paddled around after her. She made her way back onto her pool float and he gripped on at her feet. He hung in the water, his chest at her toes. He had a lovely view up her thighs and her lips and clit beckoned him. Her breasts were gentle slopes just above her slight belly, her grin, brown eyes, and blonde hair just beyond them. The pot worked its magic as they floated. They didn't normally talk much but today she was bothered.

"Do you think I'm a slut?"

"Maybe," he seriously pondered it. "Maybe just a little."

"Is it bad?"

"I don't think so but you aren't my girlfriend."

"Evan says I'm not really his girlfriend."

"It seems like if he had a problem with it, he would be out here instead of inside with Jenny."

"You don't like Jenny much, do you?"

"I like her just fine."

"She doesn't know why you won't sleep with her."

"I'm not a slut."

"You're an asshole." She kicked him off the end of the raft. He responded by rolling her off and into the water. They wrestled for a bit before ending up kissing. They kissed in that long, slow, deliberate way that you kiss when you are stoned. He pressed himself into her and although it's hard to do in the water she was turned on enough that he could get inside. He stood like that, in the shallow end of the pool, her legs wrapped around him, fucking but not fucking for a long time, kissing during all of it.

He didn't necessarily come but he sorta came and it was enough for him to slip out of her. She wanted another hit and they moved up to the patio. She refilled the bowl a couple more times and they just at there talking but not talking. She didn't want to think of herself as a slut.

"We've known each other what, ten years."

"Something like that. It was '99"

"That whole time you have pretty much had steady boyfriends. You never were really single running around screwing random guys."

"No, I've never done that."

"So really, you aren't slutty."

"Randall?"

"Yup."

"Most of that time, you and me, you know, we've been fucking most of that time."

"Not while you were married." He reminded her. She hadn't been married for long. He was an asshole.

"Well no. Not then."

"Yeah so, that's not very slutty."

"Wanna go inside?" she offered.

"Sure." 

Sliding open the patio door they found her sister laid across the coffee table. Evan was now eating her out and she took a break from moaning to bed Randall to let her suck him off.

"Jesus, Randall. Just go ahead. Get her off my case."

It was possibly the most awkward sexual experience of his life. She couldn't really get her head up off the table and erect, his cock of course went in the entirely wrong direction. Just to make it weirder, Jenny held his cock down for him so Ashley could get her mouth on it and they picked up a piece of pizza. Randall stood there in a half squat catchers stance while his girlfriend ate pizza and held his cock down so his girlfriend's sister could suck him off while his girlfriend's boyfriend ate her out. He held out at long as he could and then told her what an awesome job she had done, took Jenny by the hand and led her back to her bedroom. 

With the door closed, Jenny laughed her ass off, choking on the cold pepperoni pizza. He sat back on the bed pouting. "You owe me for that you know."

Coming down, she washed down the pizza with a beer and crawled up on the bed beside him. "I know I do." She admitted before laying him back and taking his cock in her mouth. She ran her tongue over him a couple of times, her lips sliding up and down his shaft before stopping and spinning around, placing his cock inside of her. She looked down at him, a thoughtful serious look.

"If I wasn't a slut, I wouldn't be able to fuck you."

His mind rolled like a small boat in rough seas and the words rolled back and forth as he tried to find the meaning in them.

"So, I don't want to break up with you. Can you just stay a slut for me?"

"I could break up with Evan." He needed her to not move. It already felt good enough being inside of her; if she rocked he wasn't going to be able to concentrate.

"I work too much and you smoke too much. We would never work." To emphasize his point, her pressed himself inside of her. Her eyes closed gently and for a moment or two they rocked back and forth.

"I could not smoke so much." She said, her eyes still closed, she was leaning forward now and he was moving his mouth from one tit to the other.

"I could not work so much, but you know I wont not work so much and you know you wont not smoke so much and then we would be mad at each other all the time instead of like this and I need this. I guess I need you to be a slut."

It was her turn to let the words roll around in her head looking for firm ground to organize on. He didn't let her; instead he moved his hips so that his cock probed just in and out of her. She held her body like a rock, letting him dance just inside of her pussy. She let herself get close and then rocked back against him, taking him deeply inside. They set a rhythm between them and then picked up the pace. She as making that squeaking sound and he growled a little as the orgasm formed a whitecap that grew slowly until forming a large rolling tube that washed over them both. As was their way, they stopped moving, keeping his pulsing cock inside of her as her orgasm contacted and released repeatedly around him.

They lay there quietly for a time. It was still light outside so it wasn't that long but it was long enough that his cock was coming around again. She reached down and grasped it as hard as she could. He groaned a little but didn't move because it hurt kinda, but didn't hurt that much.

"So you want me to be a slut."

"No. Ow." She pulled a little harder. "Yes."

"Tell me. Call me a slut." She let go, but it was just to refresh her grip.

"You are a slut."

"Louder."

"Ow. You are a dirty fucking slut."

"Pull my hair and call me your dirty fucking slut forever." She pulled hard enough that her hand slipped free of his cock.

"Roll the fuck over, slut."

"Yeah, Like that. Let him know it."

"Take my fucking cock, slut!" he nearly yelled. "Take it hard."

"Make me your slut, bitch!" she snarled back. He took her long hair in one large bundle and pulled until her head arched back and her ass arched up. "Fuck your slut hard."

He fucked her as hard as he could, as fast as he could. The high was coming down and it helped. She yelped and swore as he did. It was enough to startle the other two and the door opened. Evan stood at the bedroom door in only a T-shirt. Ashley wore only her Keds. Jenny called out to him. "See what a slut I am. Oh yeah, see how he fucks his slut. Oh god, his dick is gonna rip me open. Fuck yeah, Fuck yeah." She had started the squeaking sounds and he pulled at her hair harder, she groaned, that was new and he came. He slapped a final few times. He was done and collapsed back on the bed.

Randall escaped the shit show that had developed at Evan and Jenny's and drove back toward the ocean as the sun was setting. Traffic sucked but it was quiet in the car with only the sound of the Air-conditioning blowing in his face. He was afraid of what had just happened.

He worked the rest of his eighty hours. He had to work through Saturday night to get them in. He spent Sunday in the water, Surfing for himself in the morning, then teaching surf classes to kids all afternoon. Tired he crashed Sunday night. He was mostly asleep when the phone rang.

"You never called me." She told him. She had her sad voice on. He knew exactly how she looked. She was sitting in the papasan chair; she had been smoking all day and was now drinking canned espresso.

"I'm sorry, did you, did you leave a message."

"No, it was just, after the other day."

"That was pretty fucking intense I guess. I guess I shoulda called."

"I mean, do you worry about me?"

"Sure, yeah. I mean, you know I worry about you." He did worry about her sometimes but he hadn't this week.

"But you aren't worried now."

"I mean, I didn't worry all week, I mean, up until now. I am a little worried now."

"Why didn't you worry all week?" 

He knew the answer he didn't want to say it.

"You didn't worry because you, you wanted me to do some things, like, you know, clean up my act and stuff. Like, get rid of Evan. Something like that. Something like the last time, you know, with Michael, when you told me I was on my own after all that stuff."

"Jen."

"What."

"Jen, I love you."

"But you can't be with me."

"I will try. Come on out. You know the code to the gate. "

"Randall, I can't"

"You can if you want."

"I mean I want to but you know me. I would never make it there. We would just be together waiting for it to fall apart and then you wouldn't love me."

"Maybe, but maybe not."

"I know I kinda went crazy and everything, but I spent all week thinking about it. This kinda works."

"What kinda works."

"I don't mean Evan and Ashley and all that. Jesus, Evan is gone."

"Really."

"Yeah, He's gone. He just couldn't deal. I mean, he said it pretty straight out. It was okay if I was his slut, but he couldn't deal with me being your slut."

"But you don't want to come down?"

"No, Randall. I'm not coming down there. I couldn't be the girlfriend you want."

"You sure."

"I'm pretty sure. But I'm also pretty sure you aren't the boyfriend I want."

"No?"

"Randall, how guys in your phone can you score a dime off of, or a half?"

"I, um. None."

'Exactly."

They were both quiet for probably way too long. She was the one that finally spoke.

"Tuesday though?"

"Tuesday?"

"Yeah. This Tuesday. Evan and Ashley are both, well, they are both gone now. Maybe you could, like, bring a toothbrush or something."

"Did I just get the blow off and then get asked out." Sometimes he had to make sure knowing that she was probably smoking right now and he, well he hadn't even had a beer that day, at least not yet.

"Randall, I love you, I am your slut. Does that work for you?"

"It kind of always has."

"Good, Tuesday."

"Tuesday." He held the phone to his ear until it beeped when she disconnected. He was kind of sad but he was the one that had said it. They wouldn't ever work together but they were damn good apart. It was still early enough that he headed for the beach.