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Jelena Meets Jodi

By: Stamman



With my hands full of her jiggly ass-cheeks, I took a long lick along the length of her pussy! Sweet!

Jodi went nuts! 

My long blonde hair was tangled in her hands. I could feel her ass-cheeks tense and that beautiful bum came off the bed and wriggled all around. I had a hard time holding her. I can't begin to describe the sounds that were coming from her mouth.

Wailing sounds! Along with, "Oh, sweet-fuck, Jelena! How mother-fuckin' good that feels!"

I grinned. Dirty talk from a sexy, dirty girl! And one that had made me cream my pants before we even hit the bed! I chuckled again and went to town on Jodi's sweet, sweet pussy!

Jody wriggled and squealed, very vocally reminding me that I was sending her to heaven. Exactly what I wanted to do! I was in heaven too. Jodi's pussy was indescribable artwork! I licked and sucked and kissed and probed that delectable cunt with my tongue, marveling how her pussy-muscles clamped down hard and sucked at my tongue when it was inside her. As if Jodi's pussy never wanted to let it go. And knowing full well what my tongue can do to a woman, it probably didn't. I marveled at how wet and sweet it was inside this doll!

Sweet, sweeet Jodi, though quivering and shaking on her way up the ladder to her cum, managed to maintain control, at least for the moment. I eased up a little and let her.

I felt her fingers loosen their grip on my golden tresses. She stroked my head tenderly as I gave her pussy a few more soft licks, the broadness of my tongue having no trouble covering her so-sweet slit. I licked now, not to urge her back to the loss of control she was spiraling towards seconds before. I just couldn't get enough of Jodi and wanted to keep acquainted with her incredible taste!

Reluctantly, I raised my head slightly from her pussy and looked up at her as she raised her beautiful head from my pillow and looked down at me between her legs. Her long, gorgeous legs.

"Darling," she said.

I could tell she was about to say more but I wasn't in the mood to hear it. So I went back down and tongued her clitty, furiously now, giving it a lot of hot kisses and sucks, meantime thinking, 'darling'? And sweet Jodi shook and gushed for me, oh so sweetly, gushed out mouthfuls of sweet honey, pounding her heels on the mattress. Her wails echoed around the room. Of course, her incredible cum interrupted whatever it was she'd been about to say.

Darling? I'd only met this babe in the bar a few hours earlier.

Though it had been a wonderful few hours to be sure.

**************

As I idly stroked my twat and watched Debbi close the door behind her, I thought, 'Not a bad piece of ass!' Then I asked myself, as my pussy was still aching with need, 'Is there ever a really bad piece of ass, if you get off?'

The answer was, of course, that there was really no such thing as a totally bad piece of cunt, unless the girl was really clueless and just made getting off way too much work. I hate to say it, but such girls do exist. 

Debbi, now, had been hot to look at, had been picked up easily, kissed agreeably, and had sucked my pussy with enough enthusiasm to send me over the top. Not spectacularly, but a nice solid, enjoyable cum.

Having said that, Debbi just wouldn't be making a repeat appearance in my bed. She just didn't have it, all the way. I'm plenty fussy on who shares my bed. The familiar ache I was now having in my pussy was not something I should have been having after just having a sweetie that looked like Debbi between the sheets. Of course, some girls, like, I suspect, Debbi, thought their looks were enough.

No, sorry, Debbi, you just didn't have what it takes. Not for this girl!

So, Jelena, let's doll up and go downtown and see what else there is to see! Sounds like a plan!

A quick shower, hmmm, panties or no panties? What to wear?

Simplicity, this time. Skin tight jeans, tight yellow halter top. No bra.

Sorry to say it, ladies, but even dressed this simply I know I look spectacular.

Long blond hair, not cut for years, only styled, frames my face and hangs right down my back to just above where my jeans are riding low on my hips.

The yellow halter top ends several inches above my jeans revealing a flat tummy with no fat and a wonderful turquoise ornament pierced in my belly button. A lot of girls have had fun playing with that ornament with their tongues. On their way to the magical playground further south.

The yellow halter top has a big job to do and it's stretched to the max, beings I have not aided its job by wearing a bra. My tits aren't humungous or anything but they look pretty spectacular on my 5' 6", 105 pound frame. I've got a lovely pair and they stick out proudly, with a slight upthrust. Smeared over the tips are coke-can large, dark-hued aureoles, bumpy terrain, just waiting to be explored by the tongue of the right girl. Out of the middle of which poke a beautiful pair of sensitive, pink nipples that, with the right girl loving them, can get me off all by themselves. Sorry, Debbi, not you, girl.

As I told you, I'm only 5' 6" so my legs aren't that long but they are glorious. Shapely and beautifully muscled, they are usually golden brown, tanned to perfection, as the babe who peels my jeans off me later tonight will find out. Tanned, as is the rest of me. Needless to say, my legs, especially my thighs, are as smooth as the most expensive blended whiskey.

Tonight, as I've said, my legs will be hidden to start, encased by my skin tight jeans and even further by my thigh-high, richly-tooled, open-toed, black leather boots. With their six-inch heels I'll stand even with the taller, statuesque girls that are just my type!

I am a pretty package. I've got it and I know it. And I use it to have a steady string of gorgeous chicks help warm my bed.

No need for much make-up. A quick touch-up of my eye-shadow and, of course, a gloss of my oh-so-kissable lips with a sparkly pink shade that matches my glittery toe and fingernail polish. I was ready!

I call downstairs and tell the doorman to get me a cab and call me when he has one waiting. I'd wait downstairs rather then make the cab wait for me, but dumb-ass Carl would spend the whole time nattering in my ear, making his usual play for me.

I call him a dumb-ass because what else would you call a guy who has watched me over the course of a couple of years, bring home many spectacular chicks but not one guy. And who still hasn't put two-and-two together and realized that no guy is putting his hairy mitts on this chick!

I'd get the Mercedes out but I'm probably gonna have a couple drinks and besides I never like to have to drive home. Once I've picked up a girl I prefer to have her in the back of a cab where I can concentrate on her and not have to watch traffic. 

Me and many chicks have steamed up the windows of a few cabs, no sex stuff, just some feeling and kissing. I just adore kissing the right girl! I've chuckled as, out of the corner of my eye, I've watched the cabbie adjusting his rear-view for a better look at two chicks lip-locked, hands wandering all over each other!

I've really chuckled when some chick cabbie pulls over and asks point-blank if she can join in on the fun. There have been a couple of lucky female cab drivers, if they really caught my fancy, who, if they could book off the rest of their night, were allowed to get rid of the cab and join me and my lucky date in my queen-sized bed!

What's better than having some gorgeous girl to share your bed? The obvious answer, silly, is two gorgeous girls!

Anyway, Carl calls me, I go down to the lobby and my cab is waiting.

The driver is a sexy-looking black beauty. I see her eyes light up and sparkle as she takes me in! My gay-dar goes off! For one quick second I'm tempted to just ask her if she can dump her shift and get rid of the cab and come on up home with me. It seems, far from satisfying my libido, poor out-classed Debbi has just whetted my appetite! But then I re-think. 'Settle down, Jelena. Get your beautiful ass down to the club and see whats, what. If things bomb there you can probably hook up with this black beauty later!'

Great decision, Jelena! Although I don't really know it yet, you, dear reader, know that I'm about to strike pure gold!

I can see the sly smile on black beauty's lips as I tell her where to take me. It's a well-known lesbian bar and I know she knows, now, if she didn't already, that I'm out to find some girl-girl loving! 

We chat innocuously on the drive and pulling up in front of 'The Club' I decide I really like Nyomi as she has by this time told me her name.

As I pay her she slips me a card with her number. I take it, of course.

Nyomi has a low, throaty voice and she smiles. "I dump this hack at 2. After that I won't be around to get you home, Jelena. But you're a real hot package and I'd love to get a call from you sometime."

"Nyomi," I smile at her. "You're a plenty hot number yourself!" My eyes are gleaming as I watch her boobs rise as she takes a deep breath. "I'm sure I'll be using this number soon, maybe even later tonight, if things are in the dumpster in here tonight!"

She beams me a smile that would have melted my belt buckle had I been wearing a belt!

As Nyomi drives away with a last smile and wave, I place her card in my purse next to my cigarettes. I don't smoke a lot but you'd be surprised at how often asking for a light or being offered one, can break the ice. And two woman having a cigarette together just naturally chat and if there's any attraction, any spark, the whole evening's entertainment can be taken care of right there. 

Tonight, there are couple of chicks smoking outside the club door, but they are way-out butch, slightly overweight, short cropped hair, sloppily dressed – not my type at all.

In case I haven't mentioned it, I'm a pretty 'femme' chick but that also is the exact type I'm attracted to. A gorgeous, long-haired chick, feminine, big tits, within 5 years of my age either way, dressed up classy, that's what gets this chick's motor running. That what did it for me with Debbi. She just didn't have what it took to back up her looks. 

I'm also a strong and confident girl but I'm not looking for a sub-girl pussy. I just adore a strong-willed girl, like myself, who can match my looks and confidence. I find girls like that have what it takes to be the greatest treats in bed! They usually dish out thrill for thrill, giving as good as they get. As Debbi proved, sparks flying out-of-bed doesn't always translate to fiery times in bed. Mostly, though, and I'm usually pretty reliable at spying it, when I meet a girl and feel sparks fly good enough, more often than not, getting that girl in my bed, will result in an inferno that makes me often wonder why the bedclothes don't catch fire! 

But, of course, variety is the spice of life. N'est pas? No matter how great the chick, in bed or out, I usually tire of them fairly quickly and want to go back on the hunt. What am I hunting for? Not sure, really. The ultimate sexual experience? Variety just for the sake of variety? I dunno. I just know that since I broke up with my first girlfriend, none-of-your-business how many years ago, I've just been content to be on the hunt. Meeting lots of girls, having lots and lots of pussy-fun, but staying free.

But I'm about to meet Jodi!

Jelena Meets Jodi Ch. 02



At the bar with Jelena. As the title suggests this is chapter 2. If you'd like a little better idea about Jelena perhaps you should read Jelena Meets Jodi where Jelena is introduced. 

*

Inside the club it was dark, but not so dark that I couldn't easily check out the available pussy! I feel it's a skill and I'm good at it. Any bar is going to have a selection of pussy. And especially, of course, an out-and-out lesbian bar! The trick is to spot the girls that are available for pick-up. There are always unavailable girls. Girls with girl-friends, girls obviously in love, and, heaven forbid, straight girls. And, of course, girls that just plain don't attract you. Or, just maybe, dear, you aren't attractive to them! 

There are those that advocate leaving no stone unturned. Their attitude is: come on to enough chicks and, sooner or later, one of them is bound to say 'yes'! As the old saying goes: knock on enough doors and one is bound to open!

But, I say, why waste the time? Oh, sure. Sometimes when I am bored, just for the challenge, I'll come on to a chick I feel isn't really available, just to see. And I admit there have been times I've been wrong. That is, pleasantly surprised when we ended up in the sack. But generally I prefer to scope out the room and pick out the attractive girls I think might be available. Like I say, it's a skill and I'm good at it!

Tonight, I really didn't care much because I can feel Nyomi's hot number heavy in my purse!

I saw some friends, some ex-bedmates who I was certain would be hitting on me before the night was out. Tough. I'd already made up my mind that there would be no return bouts tonight! Either I scooped some new pussy here or I was phoning the delectable Nyomi! Something told me that black cabbie, once you had her in bed, could give a girl a real ride!

After wandering a bit, checking out the action, I went to the bar and took a seat.

The bartender was Darlene, a stacked red-head. I ordered and smiled, watching her trying not to drool over me.

Darlene and I had a week-ender a month or so back. She was pleasant enough and great in the sack. She must have been! I'd brought her home Friday night and kept her over 'til Sunday! I lost track of the number of times she rang my bell! Now, she was always swinging her tits for me and dropping hints she'd like more of my kind of action. I took a sip of my scotch and considered. She was good enough pussy-fun that I was sure we'd do round two someday. But, sorry Darlene, not tonight.

Just then, the bar momentarily got brighter as the door opened and a whole group of women entered. Laughing and talking. Some holding hands. 

They all looked good enough to eat (sorry!) but pretty obviously they were a group of couples. As I stated earlier, breaking up a couple is not impossible, if you have the right assets, as I do. The looks. The confidence. But it's not my scene. Just because I don't dig the one-chick scene doesn't mean I look down on those that do. It takes all kinds, right? And I'm not so jaded that, even though I'm not looking for it, I will deny there is such a thing as love in this world. And while never having experienced love, to my knowledge, enough girls rave about it that I wasn't about to sneer at it. I'd had many girls profess their love for me. Although I'm fairly certain they were confusing love with the mind-blowing cums I had given them. Some girls just can't seem to separate the two!

Oh yes. Love. My limited understanding of that emotion goes something like this. You really care about another girl, about her welfare, how she's feeling, you miss her when she's not around. You're not just hooked on how she can make your toe-nails curl when she's down there showing off her pussy-skills!

Question: Can you ever really love any girl who can't make your toe-nails curl?

Trouble is, from what I know about love, it has good things going for it maybe, but I've also seen its major down-sides. It's never happened to me, of course, but I've observed friends fall to pieces when the object of their 'love' didn't return that love and moved on to some new pussy! I've seen some take years to recover. With all the available pussy around, I just never understood it.

Love, when it's not returned, can be worse than no love at all! At least in this girl's opinion. How's that for one-sip-of-scotch-philosophy?

Que sera, sera, right? You can't have all the girls in the world and, really, what would you do with them if you did get them? There simply wouldn't be enough time!

Something about this new table full of chicks kept drawing my attention. Trying hard not to be obvious, I kept glancing over. Something made me take a head-count -- counting tits and dividing by 2 is more fun! - and I realized there was an odd number. That meant they weren't all couples! Unless there was a three-some scene in there somewhere!

Checking further, without obviously staring, I realized at the end of the table was sitting an older woman, much older than the rest. She looked almost regal sitting there quietly, observing the rest and their festivities. It occurred to me that perhaps this table of pussy was a bachlorette party of some sort and this lady was the mother of one of the girls. Something about her kept my attention. I couldn't put my finger on it.

Oh, sure. For an older lady she was great-looking. I tried to judge her age and gave up. 50, for sure, maybe more. But these days with all the reconstructive, cosmetic surgery, titty implants, age-old stuff like hair dye, who could really tell anymore?

She was quiet compared to the rest of the girls but she was drinking, sipping wine, and she did join in on the chatter also. Even when she was giggling with the other girls she had a quiet dignity about her.

Then the DJ started playing some music and the table emptied as the whole group headed for the dance floor, including my mystery lady. 

While they danced it was easy to observe her. She was tall, almost 6 feet. Her hair was jet-black although I thought I could spot hints of grey. She had an outstanding bosom, a lovely pair, partially on display due to a low cut bodice on the classy, shimmering evening gown she was wearing. It hugged her bottom tightly, then flared out to a long skirt, well down her legs. I could plainly see she had an delectable ass!

Fuck, Jelena! What are you doing? A bar full of young pussy. A horny bartender with big tits just begging to be asked to go home with you. A hot cabbie's number in your purse that she practically pleaded for you to use and you, knucklehead, keep checking out some over-the-hill babe who's probably just in this bar to be with her lesbian daughter. A babe conservatively 25 years older than any pussy you've ever bedded! A woman, who, if she is indeed the mother of one of the group of chicks she's with, is probably straight!

After giving myself this talking-to, I determinedly turned back to talk to Darlene. She was busy but not too busy to plant her tits right in my face and make sure to shrug her shoulders to some question just to make them bounce a little for me! I gotta admit, she made my mouth water -- just a little! But, as I've told you, tonight I was determined to sample something new! Also, Darlene's determined and obvious persistence on wrangling an invitation back to my bed was getting on my nerves.

Fuck it! I'm going out on the sidewalk, where it's a little quieter and phone Nyomi! 

I stood.

"Hey, doll," Darlene called. "You aren't leaving yet, are you? You haven't finished your scotch."

"I'll be back," I called over my shoulder. I couldn't help it. I checked out the dance floor as I walked to the door. Mystery lady was still dancing, looking curiously not-so-out-of-place on a dance floor full of young pussy. And she was looking at me! Her eyes followed me. In fact, I could feel her eyes boring into me! The corners of her pretty, generous mouth curled up slightly in what was the start of a smile. 

I couldn't fuckin' believe it! This old lady was checking me out! The hottest girl in the place! As if she had a chance! And why was there a shiver working its way up my spine?

I got outside! Fuck! Was she getting to me? Why? My hands were actually trembling. I could feel my pussy throbbing, maybe even leaking a little! What the fuck! I fumbled in my purse for my phone and Nyomi's number. I thought I needed a cigarette!

Before I could get my phone out or Nyomi's number or my cigarettes, I heard a low, throaty, sexy yet almost musical voice come from behind me. "Excuse me, dear," 

I turned and, of course, it was mystery lady herself.

Up close, here under the street-light, she was stunning!

Not stunning, like I was stunning. You know, deliberately sexy, provocatively dressed, come-to-momma pussy-girls, stunning.

No! She was just standing there, calm and quiet and classy-looking. Her black hair was shimmering in the light from the street lamp but she really was doing nothing. Just standing there. Sure. She had big tits! I could see their creamy upper slopes and they looked smooth and kissable. But she wasn't dressed provocatively, as I was. She was more elegant and she was just there. And she was stunning! Oh, did I say that, already? Can you tell I was rattled? Over 50, perhaps closer to 60, my guess, but drop-dead gorgeous and, without even trying, peel-off-my-jeans-please, sexy! The throbbing in my pussy revved up to over-drive!

O.K. Full disclosure. I'll admit it. I'm 28. And the oldest girl I've ever bedded was 32. I'd thought I was sorta slumming when I did that one night. I had too many scotches, she was quite sexy and I gotta admit she'd been a tiger in the sack. My one experience with a lady older than myself.

But, now, remind me who I am, please, me, Jelena, lesbian player, who always does the picking, was panting like an inexperienced school girl! Please, God, don't let her notice! And while we hadn't even exchanged a word, leastways I hadn't spoken yet, I was ready to drop my laundry right there on the sidewalk!

As I turned, she moved boldly a little closer. 

"Can I help you?" I asked, relieved my voice was steady. I hadn't been sure it would be!

"I couldn't help but notice you inside, dear," she spoke in that sultry voice. "When I saw you leaving I was disappointed. You're the best eye-candy here tonight." She smiled warmly. "But you know that, don't you, dear? Lots of young girls cream their panties for you, don't they, dear? And you have your pick of them, don't you, dear? Any pussy you want!"

I chuckle, a little confidence returning. Where had it been? "The name's Jelena, ma'am, and yes, I am a dear," I tell her. I made a point of studying her, up and down. I see her smile. "And yes, I do all right, ma'am."

Her smiles broadens. She moves confidently even closer. She wrinkles her nose as if she's tasted something bad she doesn't like. "Ma'am? My name is Jodi, Jelena. I may be old enough to be your mother," she touches a finger to my lips, "No, don't say grand-mother, Jelena. I'm apologizing. Calling you 'dear' sounds condescending, I know. And I really prefer not be called 'ma'am'. So if you agree to just call me Jodi, I'll refrain from 'dearing' you. Deal?'

"Sorry," I say, trying to compose myself. "Is there something you wanted, Jodi?"

"Just curious, Jelena. Perhaps I'm wrong, but I think I know your type. My daughter's here tonight celebrating her engagement with her girlfriend. But, if you could, you would walk out of here with her and take her home with you, without a second thought, wouldn't you, Jelena?"

I took a deep breath. Calm, Jelena, calm. Tell that to my pussy that has settled into a deep, vibrating, wet ache.

I try for some nonchalance. "I do all right," I repeat. "Pussy is easy to come by for me. But you do me an injustice, Jodi. In fact, before you and your group came in, I was just reflecting at the bar that I don't knowingly tempt any pussy that I know is involved."

I shrug and I see her eyes leave my eyes for just a split second to enjoy the mouth-watering sight of my titties jiggling under the yellow halter-top.

I continue, "I don't have to go for other girls girlfriends. There is always plenty of unattached, horny pussy ready to party with a girl like me. What about you, Jodi? What is it you want? Why, when you obviously don't approve of me, are you out here on the sidewalk with me?"

"What do I want? I want you," she said matter-of-factly. "But that was a rhetorical question, was it not? You know I want you, don't you, Jelena? You noticed me checking you out inside. I guess I was fairly obvious. Darn. I try not to be. But you're used to women checking you out, aren't you, Jelena? You saw the group I'm with. My daughter and her girlfriend and their friends. I'll say it before you do. Yes. I am old enough to be grandmother to some of them! You can see I'm way past my 'best before' date! I just thought you might be up for something a little different than the usual young babe I'm sure you take home with you. But, even if you're not, I'm certain you'll be a better conversationalist and better dancer than the young stuff I'm with. Why don't you come back inside? With me. I'll join you at the bar and we can talk and get to know one another a little better? I promise I'll withdraw immediately if some object of lust for you appears."

I was intrigued by her, as I guess I had been since first laying eyes on her. But it was more than that. This approach of hers, if it was an approach, an attempt at a pick-up, was certainly different. I was confused. Me! But I gotta admit, I wanted to know more about her. Hell, I wanted to kiss her. What was going on? I was feeling those familiar twinges in my pussy about a much older woman, a first for me. A fairly strange, much older woman! Sure, except for her age, she was sorta my type, tall and confident about herself, but, damn, she was old.

"Sure," I said, casually, "I came out to make a phone call but, fuck it, let's go back inside, Jodi. Together." I didn't say it out loud but I was thinking, 'I could use a slug of my scotch!'

"Jodi," she repeated, "I like the sound of my name when you say it, girl!" She linked her arm in mine as we turned and together we made our way back inside the bar and she proceeded to sit beside me. Her attitude was as if she belonged there! Like it was her place!

Darlene almost choked when she saw Jodi sitting with me. Both, I expect, because she could see herself being written off before her very eyes and, for seconds, she had never, no one had ever, seen me cozying up to an old cougar like Jodi! I could see that certain look in her eyes as she came to ask Jodi what she wanted to drink. My scotch was still sitting there and I took a grateful sip. Without her saying a word, I could sense Darlene's mood. Smoldering anger combined with deep disappointment. Oh, well. She hadn't been in the running for pussy-privileges tonight anyway.

As Jodi received her drink and we drank and chatted about everything and nothing, she kept her hand lightly on my arm. At least, I am sure she thought her fingers were resting lightly. To me, her touch was burning on my flesh. Me, usually always in control, found myself giggling like a schoolgirl at every witticism. I was certain I was making a fool of myself.

At last the music started up again. "Will you dance with me, Jelena?" Jodi asked, softly.

Talk about a rhetorical question! I took my last sip of scotch, stood and Jodi took my hand and led me to the dance floor.

The music was fast and we gyrated, fairly close together but not touching. Jodi pointed out her daughter and her girlfriend dancing close by. The daughter was pretty but not in her mother's class. Both daughter and girlfriend nodded approvingly when they appraised Jodi's dancing partner. Little ole me!

But little ole me was still a bit mystified. Normally, I would have picked out a pussy-partner by now and made my play. Tonight, it seems I have been beaten to the punch. I'm the one who's been picked and Jodi is making her play. And very well!

And I've long since made the decision that Jodi's play is gonna be successful! Whatever it is, maybe just pure curiosity, I know I want Jodi in my bed tonight! Or me in hers! I don't care! In fact I want to be in bed with Jodi more than I've ever wanted any other pussy! Does she know it? Does she know, at least for the moment, she has tamed the predator? Does she know, is she certain or still just hoping, that she will soon be in bed with me? Something in her easy, confident, manner and grace tell me she does.

Then the music changed. Slow, romantic music filled the room. I was literally shaking as I made a move to step forward and take Jodi in my arms. 

Too late! As with everything else tonight, things were upside down. Jodi was way ahead of me. She stepped forward first and without even knowing it, I was where I guess I had wanted to be all night long. In Jodi's warm embrace.

We had a light-hearted moment when we had to adjust our racks to fit together comfortably. My heels put me at nearly the same height as Jodi and we were literally tit to tit. Given the size of our boobs, Jodi would have had a hard time holding me until we oozed our bodies around a little and got our boobs fitted and snuggled nicely together so Jodi could pull me close to her. Very close! I allowed her to pull me in next to her very willingly!

Usually, when slow-dancing with a chick, I take the lead. Again, not tonight! Jodi had me in her grip and it was a warm, confident embrace. She held me tight. She moved, I followed. She took my body anywhere she wanted on that dance floor. I found I was wrong when I opened my eyes, but for a time I thought it was just her and me!

Her hands were gliding up and down my back, drawing shivers from me. It felt so damn good! I wanted those strong hands to go down and fondle my ass, but they didn't. Instead, one hand went up and tangled in my hair, holding the back of my head.

Jodi, her hot mouth touching my ear, through my hair, whispered quietly, "Damn, you feel good, girl!" Then I felt her move my hair and those lips of her's slid slightly and kissed my neck! My skin burned when her lips touched me!

My head by now was lying on Jodi's shoulder, our bodies were mashed tightly together, moving together as one, guided by Jodi, meshed as cogs in a well-oiled machine. 

I couldn't swear to it but I'm pretty sure I felt Jodi nod at the DJ. Accordingly, the soft, slow, romantic music continued from one song to the next 'til I lost track. Jodi continued to hold me closely, one hand now squarely in the middle of my back, the other stroking my hair as my head lay on her shoulder. We were all alone. Leastways, I was alone with Jodi. I desperately wanted her to kiss me but outside of her lips occasionally brushing my neck with warm heat, Jodi was denying me! Me!

I almost had enough strength of will left to lift my head and kiss her but somehow I couldn't. She had me spell-bound and finally the music trailed off -- I barely noticed -- and I heard Jodi whisper in my ear, "Come, my pet, come with Jodi."

She took my hand and led me from the dance floor. One quick trip to the bar to retrieve my purse then a moments pause at her daughter's table for Jodi to pick up her bag. I was introduced. I managed a weak smile and then Jodi said to her daughter, "Have fun the rest of the night, honey. I'm leaving with Jelena now. I'll see you soon."

Jodi blew a kiss to the table and I saw more than one pretty young face admiring me and clearly envying her. Jodi cuddled me in close to her as if to emphasize her success at being able to leave the bar with clearly the foxiest pussy in the house! It was as if she was saying, 'I know you young things think I'm over-the-hill, but there may be some coals in the fireplace yet! Look what I got!'




Jelena Meets Jodi Ch. 02



Strangely, I didn't care.

Her arm linked with mine, Jodi led me outside. "Well, Jelena, girl, the obvious question now, cliché though it may be, is, your place or mine?"

She was so in control of me that I was surprised she was even offering me a choice!

Damn. I wish my pussy would quit its throbbing for just a second so I could think clearer. Then the fact I wasn't thinking clearly became the obvious answer. I would feel much more in control of the situation if I was in my own home. Or so I thought.

"Jodi, do you mind if we go to my place? It's nothing fancy but I've got everything we'll need, I'm certain. Including a super-comfy queen-sized bed! What do you think, Jodi? Would you like to be with me in my queen-size bed?"

For an answer, Jodi eyes gleamed and she cuddled me closer. Damn! The woman still hadn't kissed me! My lips were gasping to taste hers!

But, as one of Jodi's hands hailed a passing cab, at last her other hand finally made its way down and cuddled my lovely ass! Ooooh. More shivers from Jelena. And, for sure, Jodi felt them! Her smile told me that!

Once in the cab -- I was relieved, since it wasn't yet 2 o'clock, that Nyomi wasn't driving -- I settled into Jodi arms, leaned against her and laid my head on her shoulder. She stroked my hair and whispered some kind of endearments in my ear. Telling me how hot I was and how she was looking forward to what was about to happen. I was still burning for her to kiss me, normally by now I would have tasted my date's lips plenty! But somehow Jodi was in charge tonight. I figured, anticipation will just make that first kiss even better! Although where that thought came from, I have no idea. I've never been much of a pleasure-denier. What I want, I usually just take! When I want it!

Upon arrival, Jodi paid the cab, I didn't argue, and arms around each other's waists, we went into the lobby and pushed the button for the elevator. 

Carl was still on duty. His eyes almost bugged out of his head. Both because he'd never seen me with a woman as old as Jodi and because, have I told you Jodi was stunning? For an older lady. No, scratch that. She was stunning. Period. Not in spite of her age. Possibly because of it!

Upstairs, I unlocked the door and then Jodi and I were inside. I wanted to pounce on her but I'd long since given up control to her. 

"There's wine in the fridge, Jodi, if you'd like some. I'm just going to take a second and get out of my boots."

"I don't think we really need any wine, do we, Jelena? Come and sit in this big, comfy chair I see here. I'll help you off with your boots."

I snuggled my beautiful ass-cheeks into my arm-chair and Jodi let her cool demeanor slip a little. "That is one beautiful ass you're packing, Jelena. I hope you're gonna let me have some fun with it!"

"Jodi, honey," I breathed. "This whole body is yours to have fun with! I think we're both about to have a pile of fun!"

I stretched out my legs and Jodi knelt on my rug, on her dress, and slid my boot zippers down. Slowly she eased my boots off. One at a time she picked up my feet and her strong and expert but gentle hands gave each a nice, relaxing massage.

"These are exquisite boots, Jelena, but I'm sure these lovely feet are glad to be out of them."

I chuckled, gaining some confidence here in my own home. Thank goodness we came here! I might have been a nervous wreck at Jodi's place. "My legs will be thanking me when I'm out of these jeans also, Jodi!"

Jodi's eyes gleamed. Placing my feet on the rug, she stood and moved closer. She reached down and unfastened my jeans. "Lift up that lovely bum, Jelena and I'll peel these jeans off! Who on earth did you get to paint them on?"

Soon my luscious legs were free! I stretched them out to be admired and Jodi did just that! She kneeled again between them. Her hands ran up and down my gams glorying in the smoothness and the softness. Jodi's eyes jumped when finally her attention wandered from my legs long enough that she realized I had on no panties!

"Oh, baby-girl!" she exclaimed. What a pussy! Its already gleaming and wet! Did I do that, Jelena?"

"You know you did, you fox!" I replied. "I'm hot for you, Jodi, but you knew that all night long!"

With amazing self-control, Jodi tore her eyes from my pussy, stood and pulled me to my feet. Grabbing the bottom of the yellow halter-top, she soon had it up and over my head and I was gloriously naked!

"What a pair!" With that exclamation, Jodi reached out and gave both my tits a lovely warm cuddle. Her thumbs made maddening circles over my aureola and my nipples immediately twanged out at her. 

"Cool!" she said. "Jelena, your titties are talking my kinda language!"

I've told you how sensitive my nipples are! Jodi's thumbs rubbing and pressing them in, so she could chuckle when they popped right back out, was driving me mad!

With that, still fully dressed, and me naked, she pulled my into her arms. Out of my boots I was much shorter, of course, just the right height so I could lay my head on Jodi's boobs. By turning my head slightly I could leave a string of kisses across their upper slopes. As I had predicted, they were smooth and creamy!

Finally! Jody tangled her fingers in my long, blonde hair, cradled my head in her hands, pulled my lips from her tits and turned it up to her. She gazed into my eyes for a moment, then her eyes closed and she lowered her head.

My eyes closed too and my heart was beating out of my chest!

What did I say earlier about anticipation?

Whatever I said, I'm sure I didn't do it justice!

When Jodi's lips first touched mine, very softly at first, then hotter and firmer, moving sweetly, her hand on the back of my head pulling me tighter, I lost it! Her lips possessed mine completely and I quivered in her arms! Her lips were burning mine! And, ladies, they were sweet! The mixture of her lip-stick and my lip-gloss was exquisite! With what senses I had left, I felt the tip of Jodi's tongue! Simultaneously our lips opened and our tongues introduced themselves. Or maybe they didn't bother to take the time! They were too busy rubbing together and exploring the hot mouth of the other.

I could feel actual drops of pussy-cream ooze from my hot cunt and dribble onto my thighs. 

Jodi never once parted her lips from mine as she bent her knees, one arm went around my legs and she lifted all 105 pounds of me, gathering me into her arms! My own arms were around her beautiful neck. The kiss-to-end-all-kisses continued, my pussy continued to spasm, I indicated the way best I could and Jodi carried me to my bed!



Jelena Meets Jodi Ch. 03



'Hi, everyone. Jelena, here. I hope some of you have read enough of the first two chapters of my story so that you know who Jodi and I are. If you haven't, let me tell you. Jodi is a lovely woman, much older than me. A first for me. I've allowed her to pick me up in a club. Don't ask me why, please. I don't understand it myself. We are in my home now and Jodi, at the end of chapter 2, stripped me naked in my living room and carried me into my bedroom. We are about to finally go to bed. We are about to have some sex. I hope it's good! Wish me luck!

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Jodi stands beside my bed, holding me off the floor, completely in her arms, after stripping me bare and carrying me from the living room. This completely hot, older lady continues to drive me wild with her kisses! Since our first kiss, that she denied me for so long, I just can't get enough of her hot mouth! Some girls, you have to keep kissing them just to shut them up; they wanna keep yacking and yapping! Not Jodi! Kisses with her are just for the pure, unadulterated pleasure! Kissing her is its own reward!

Now that Jodi's tongue is finally in my mouth, I really never want to let it go! But it is very slippy! When she wants it back, I can't keep it! Without biting it off! That's all right. Plan B! My tongue just follows hers into her mouth! It isn't about to give up its new friend! 

Oh, what fancy tongue-work Jodi has! I'm already dreaming of what her talented tongue will do in my twat! If it can do ½ the tricks in my cunt as it's doing in my mouth, Jelana-girl, you're in for one hot ride!

Perhaps, this is why Jodi denied me kisses for so long. She hadn't kissed me on the dance floor at the club or on the cab ride home either. Though, at both times, at any time really since we'd met, I'd desperately wanted her to do that! Maybe she had sensed that when we began kissing, despite being firecracker hot for more stuff, over and above just kissing, both of us were never, ever gonna wanna stop!

By now, I have only one arm around her neck, no doubt increasing my weight on Jodi's arms. My other hand is down there trying to massage all the ache from my pussy! With her one arm under my ass, I wouldn't be surprised if Jodi can feel cunt drips on that arm! My pussy is on fire!

Jodi's chuckling now, knowing full well what she has done to me! Kissing me. Kissing me. Kissing me. She never stops giving me kisses! I want her to never stop!

Reluctantly though, I remove my hand from my pussy. With enormous self-discipline (of which I usually have none!) I pause the kissing, reach down and manage to grab a corner of my thick and comfy, cream-colored duvet and pull it back. 

It is time to be in bed with Jodi. Way past time! I had Debbi (not-so-good-in-bed-Debbi) fucked and out-the-door quicker than this! Jodi's poor arms must be aching!

"Your arms must be getting tired carrying me like this," I whisper, my lips back where they seem to belong. Right next to her lips! "Lay me in my bed, Jodi! I'm hot and runny for you, baby! Can you feel me dripping for you?"

"As a matter of fact I can, sexy!" Jodi laughs. "This arm of mine under your ass is getting wet! Baby, nothing turns me on more than a hot, creamy cunt, owned by a hot, sexy girl, when I know her hot, creamy cunt is hot and creamy just for me! And I just knew, Jelena, looking at you in that bar, that you had a cunt just like that!"

Her dirty talk and use of the word 'cunt' turns me on even more! 

Jodi is really strong for her age; she's carried me and cradled me in her arms for a long few minutes by now. Still, she doesn't just lay me gently in my bed. She tosses me! I bounce once on my wonderful mattress and come to rest. I lie there, staring up at her. I'm naked, hot and ready in my bed! I just need Jodi to join me!

But Jodi's still fully clothed and, for some perverse reason, she's not rushing to get naked and join me in bed. No, she's just standing there, looking down at me. 

She's not doing anything overtly sexy, she's just there. And, I don't care how old she is. Even fully-clothed, Jodi, standing beside my bed, even doing nothing, well, she runs her fingers through her hair, is still one of the sexiest women I've ever seen! Sexiness is just dripping from her! I hope she's not making a puddle on my rug! 

Both my hands make a high dive for that exact, hot, creamy cunt that she's been talking about!

Jodi, her eyes gleaming, smiling broadly, just stands there quietly and watches me play with myself for a moment or two longer. 

"Go for it, girlie! I'm loving the show!" she raves. "Give yourself a cum, if you want, sweetie! I know you want to, you sexy thing! But if you could just give me a second and manage to unzip me, please?"

I'm jiggling my cunt furiously! A bunch of fingers inside myself! "I'm so fuckin' hot, Jodi!" I cry at her. "And my hands are coated with pussy-cream! I don't wanna touch that lovely dress with these sticky hands!"

"How considerate you are, you hot fox!" Jodi smiles down at me. "Let me help you with that little problem!" She leans down and has a nice feel of my tits, offering me the use of her mouth! My first impulse, of course, is to grab her lovely neck, pull her close and start kissing her again! 

But that won't contribute much to the mission of getting her out of that dress, now will it?

Jodi, obviously a smart old bitch, as well as being one sexy old lady, senses what I am up to and she draws back and doesn't let me. "Now, now, foxy-girl, give my lips a break, would 'ya, please?" She smiles. "I've been looking forward to tasting you all night, Jelena! Give me a sample! Up with those hands," she orders. 

Obediently, I hold up my arms up to her. So she takes my wrists and licks my hands clean, sucking every finger into her mouth. Doing each finger individually, she licks between them, her strong hands massage my palms as she does.

"Oooh, sweetie!" she exclaims. "What an incredible taste! I just knew you'd taste this sweet! I can't wait to get this old mouth on the source of such sweetness! I bet you cum with a boom and a bang, don't you, Jelena?" 

With that compliment of my pussy-juice, Jodi turns, bends her knees and sits her ass down on the edge of the bed to make it easy for me! I sit up behind her, reach up with hands that are now not sticky with pussy-cream and undo the hook at the top of her zipper. Jodi shivers as I give her a kiss on her elegant neck. Then we both hear the delicious whisper as I am able to ease that zipper down!

Hearing that sound, feeling her dress loosen, Jodi, sensing my sneaky intentions, jumps to her feet before I can grab her. Standing, she turns again to face me, lying back down now on my pillow, having missed my chance to drag her into bed with me. Chuckling at her escape from my clutches, she looks down at me. 

"Naughty, naughty girl!" she says, grinning at me as I writhe, in heat, waiting for her, wanting her desperately, panting for her.

"Play with your pussy again, Jelena! As I undress! Show this old lady that you like what you see!"

I sure do like everything I can see! So far at least! But, up to this point, Jodi's being awfully stingy with the sights! She seems to take great delight in denying me what I want, teasing me! I suppose that's part of her sexiness. Playing it cool, not acting like she's impatient for the goodies ahead! 

But I am! 

"Hurry, Jodi!" I urge her. "Get yourself naked and get down here with me, baby! You like a hot creamy cunt that is hot and creamy just for you? Well, you sexy thing, it just so happens that I've got one of those right here, ready and waiting for you! Runny and hot, just for you!"

Jodi's urged me to play with my pussy again but I don't need any such encouragement. My hands are long since back down petting my kitty! Oh wow, please hurry-up, Jodi-girl! I am aching with the need to see you out of that dress! You might notice, girls, patience is not one of my virtues. On any other night, if it was any other chick playing this coy with me, I probably would have, by now, just ripped that freakin' dress right off her! I've had to buy more than one chick a new dress!

But this isn't any old chick. Correction, it is an old chick, but you know what I mean. This is classy Jodi, in an elegant dress, and I'm so hot for her that I'm willing to wait for her. So I lie back and enjoy the show!

And Jodi, as much as she can, clad in one old-lady style evening dress, as far away from stripper garb as you're likely to get, puts on a pretty good show for me! 

She slowly, teasingly, eases her dress off each shoulder. One at a time. Flipping her hair and stroking each shoulder as it becomes bare. I notice her shoulders are sleek and lovely! Is that a dusting of freckles? Jelena! Who gets horny over shoulders? 

Now, she still holds the dress above her titties, and gives me a shimmering smile. Still denying me what I want! She chuckles, twitching her hips a couple of times. Clearly she is enjoying the moment, teasing me, watching me play with myself, wanting me to boil over! If I could remember the tune of 'The Stripper', I would hum it for her!

"Are you enjoying yourself, Jelena?" Jodi asks me. "You aren't gonna cum now, are you baby, just 'cause I show you my titties?"

'C'mon, Jelena!' I tell myself. Don't just lie here like some sub-pussy-girl, begging for favors! Come up with some bravado to match her! Even though you are, you can't let Jodi know exactly how anxious you are to see just what's she got! Hidden from you all night, under that dress! Can I, ladies? Whoa! Easy, girl! If you're not careful, you will blow a cum when she finally reveals her tits!

So, horny as I am, nonchalance and bravado it is! 

So I retort, "Never mind me! Are you enjoying yourself, bitch? You think I'm gonna cum just from the sight of your tits? You must think you got a pretty special pair! Like the old joke says, conceit doesn't run in your family, it gallops right to you! You think I've never seen tits before? I've got a set of my own, just in case you haven't noticed!"

'Nice try, Jelena!' I tell myself. But, it's all wasted effort, I think. From her smirk, I can tell Jodi knows I'm bluffing, that I really am desperate to see her boobs and get my hands on them and stuff them in my mouth! She grins and chuckles knowing that, basically, she's got me right where she wants me!

She laughs at me, wiggles her body a couple more times and then she lets her dress go! I hear it whisk down her body and I know it is puddled on the rug at her feet. Just where I had prayed it would end up! Looking almost as good there, I am sure, as when Jodi is in it, superbly filling it out!

Damn! I still have no idea how old Jodi is really, but, damn! What a body she's packing! She has a beautiful tummy with only a slight, sexy bulge to it. She is not carrying much excess weight. Jodi has on a lacy bra, a beautiful shade of blue, which has a big job to do holding onto Jodi's pair! Miss Bra! I'll help you soon with that sexy task, I promise! Jodi's set looks heavy! I don't know how much they're gonna sag when she takes them out of that bra and I don't care! If Jodi wants to be conceited over tits like that, I'm not saying a freakin' word!

And Jodi's little cunt-warming peeler-show isn't over yet! 

When Jodi had helped me out of my boots, she had removed her sexy, strappy shoes also. Now, finally out of her dress, all she has on now are that sexy blue bra and matching frilly panties. And the panties have garters holding up creamy nylons encasing what I can see, now, for the first time, are Jodi's glorious, long legs! I can clearly see those blue panties are wet out front. I reckon I'm not the only chick that has been creaming her pants tonight!

I masturbate furiously, enjoying the sexy shivers my flying fingers elicit from my box. But I always hold myself back from a cum, even as Jodi grins at me and oh-so-sexily unhooks her garters. She bends, her bra-clad tits hang down; she slowly rolls her nylons down those glamorous legs! One at a time, of course. She somehow must know how much I adore a woman's legs; she makes such a production of removing those stockings! Once they're off, she teasingly leans over and trails her nylons over my body, tickling me with them. I guess if I was sitting on the rail at a lezzie strip bar she'd drape those stockings around my neck! I grab them once and rub them on my cunt! Oh, fuck! I almost lost it then! Impatient as I am, I really don't wanna go over the edge until beautiful Jodi is with me in my bed! 

Now, having tossed her stockings aside, Jodi is standing naked, except for bra and panties! I lick my fingers and gush at her, "Oh, Jodi-girl! You're wonderful! You have a beautiful body!"

"And it's all mine, sugar," she says proudly, I swear, almost blushing. "But you can play with it, if you like!" Obviously, she is pleased that her body pleases me! "I know I'm old!" she continues. "I know you must have been wondering and worried about just what was hiding under my dress!" 

If I was, and I don't think I was, any worries I might have had about whether I'd find Jodi's body sexy enough for me have been, for sure, laid to rest! My mouth waters and my cunt drips as I stare some more at Jodi's incredible body! For a woman of her age to be packing a body like that, she must spend a lot of time at the gym working at it. I don't blame her for being proud of it! And if she wants to be even a little conceited about it, well, I've already said, I'm not saying a fuckin' word!

But what am I talking about? It was me that accused Jodi of being conceited. Just 'cause she teased me about wanting to see her tits. Sure, she holds herself proud and confidently, traits I always find sexy, but I haven't seen a single molecule of conceit from this babe!

And now, it's been fun, but I've really had enough with her sweet torture! Time to get down to the hot business of the night! I plead with her, "Oh, sexy Jodi! I don't really care! Please get in bed with me! Please? I can't wait any longer!" 

Jodi grins and reaches behind her as if to undo her bra. I stop her! "No, baby! As you are! Please, sweet-stuff? I wanna unwrap the rest of those goodies you have for me by myself! Please, baby?" I hold out my arms to her.

"Sure thing, Jelena! Whatever you want! You're the boss-lady at this hacienda!"

What a joke! Right, ladies? Ha, ha, ha! Obviously, tonight, I'm not the boss of anything! Shit! I've been the boss of exactly na-da, including my own body or my own thoughts even, since the moment Jodi walked into that bar! That's why I'm talking to myself this way. Damn her anyway! She better be a hell of a piece of pussy to make up for discombobulating me this way!'

And then . . . at long last . . . heaven! Jodi tires of torturing me and finally brings her hot body into my bed for me! Down into my arms! Delicious! I wrap my arms around her and snuggle Jodi's creamy body close and our mouths mash together. We haven't kissed for several minutes, after all! My tongue has missed its new buddy! Jodi has her hands in my hair and her tongue is doing even more tricks inside my mouth! I swear, her tongue gives mine a spanking! (It probably deserves it!)

Jodi takes a sweet moment to stop kissing me and makes my pussy ooze with another wonderful endearment. "Oh, Jelena! I'm so hot for you! It's so wonderful to finally be in your bed with you!" This lady is just full of compliments for me. That's O.K. This chick loves 'em!

We get on our knees, wiggle around and get our boobs together, her's still in her bra. I can't wait to get a look at the nipples adorning Jodi's big set! I get my tits above hers so I can rub them on those creamy upper slopes that I had admired in the bar and rained kisses on in my living room. I better be careful! One of my boobs could get lost in the wonderful cleavage between Jodi's pair!

"Oh, Jodi, isn't this delicious!" I cry, shivering, as our boobs rub together.

And, pretty as that bra is, it is time for it to go! I will really enjoy taking care of that little job! 

Jodi senses my new mission and whispers softly in my ear, "Go for it, honey! Bring my titties out where you can really play with them!"

Just try and stop me! My arms are around Jodi now and with practiced fingers I find her bra hooks and deftly unhook them. I kiss her lovely shoulders, yes, those are freckles! I kiss every single one! I ease her bra straps down her arms. Jodi takes her arms from around me, momentarily and voila! I have that blue bra in my hands and Jodi's beauties are all mine!

Talk about nipples! Jodi's got 'em! In spades! Real mouth-magnets! I thought my titty-tops were large! I toss Jodi's bra to the foot of the bed and grab two big handfuls of those babies on her front. I cuddle and stroke and jiggle them! I push them high and drop 'em, marveling as they sexily wiggle and jiggle back into place. I thumb those big nipples! Are they as big as my thumbs? Surely not!

Jodi chuckles. "Why, Jelena," she murmurs. "It seems you sure do like my titties, after all! What about all the other chicks you've had in this bed? Didn't any of those other girls have a set of tits on her front for you to play with?"

"Not like yours, baby!" I cry. "Not like yours!" A low moan comes from Jodi as I feed one big, pink nipple into my hot and eager mouth! 

For a moment, at least, my tongue forgets her other new buddy, Jodi's tongue, and goes to work on her humungous nipple! I suck like I am sucking for my last meal! My tongue furiously explores Jodi's aureola and plays with that nipple, playfully pushing it in, just to feel it pop right back out! Oooh, baby! I've been dying for this! Oh, Christ, Jelena, don't you dare forget the other one! She has two, you know! Just like you do!

While I feast on hers, Jodi has her hands all over my tits. She traces my aureola with whichever of her nipples that I'm not sucking on. That feels so good that I reluctantly release Jodi's nipple from my mouth. As if both of one mind, we each cup our own tits and sparks fly as we arch our backs and put our titty-tips together and rub them all around! Jodi pushes my nipples in with her nipples! I do the same to hers! 

Electric tingles are shooting through me! From her smiles and moans I assume Jodi is feeling the same thrills! Jodi and I don't forget to pause for hot kisses often! My tongue no longer knows whether it wants Jodi's tongue to play with or her amazing hot nipples. Either one will do!

Forgetting her statement that I am the boss, Jodi now again takes charge of me! As if she had ever relinquished it! Like a sexy wrestler, she takes one of my arms, she pulls hard and I plop over onto my back. She kneels astride me, my boobs under her ass, her tits hanging down – but not that far - her panty-clad pussy is right in front of my face! Wow! I can easily smell her delicious aroma and, even though she's still wearing her panties, I can plainly see that Jodi's twat is clearly leaking juice! Wowee! Do I ever want a taste of that! Those panties have to go!

My job again! Well, I had asked for it, hadn't I? I grasp their waistband, she rises a little to help me and I feverishly peel those panties out of my fuckin' way!

They only make it as far as just below Jodi's hot ass. They're still hung up on her legs! No fuckin' time to move them any further! They're far enough for now, anyway! 

And, there it is! Oh my! I think I might have mentioned a while ago, way back at the start of this tale, that Jodi's pussy is a work of art! And this is my first look at it! A picture of it should be hanging in the Louvre! Nice red, plump, predominate, pussy-lips, glistening wet, gorged with blood! Neatly trimmed, mostly black, silky-looking pussy hair! Nestled amidst the fur, I can see the tip of Jodi's clit shyly peeking out at me! She has a wonderfully colored butterfly, tattooed just above her slit! The bottom of its wings encasing the upper portions of Jodi's dripping labia! I've always wanted to kiss a butterfly! 




Jelena Meets Jodi Ch. 03



Once Jodi's beautiful, leaking pussy is within my hot view, it is a small matter for me to clasp my hands on her ass-cheeks. Mission: certainly-not-Impossible! Get that cunt where I can taste it! 

Lying on my back, Jodi sitting on me, I obviously haven't seen her ass yet since it's become naked. But I am sure it is beautiful. Like the rest of her! It feels beautiful! Plump cheeks, nice handfuls, silky feeling and I roll and knead each cheek as I pull her closer. I don't have to pull hard because, at this point, Jodi is not resisting me! My hot tongue's already hanging out in preparation as the Mona Lisa gets to my eager mouth! I cover that beautiful butterfly with the zillion luscious kisses it deserves! What's left of my hot pink, sparkly lip-gloss, after a million kisses with Jodi, decorates the butterfly even more colorfully! 

Jodi squeals as my hot tongue takes a lick up and down her slit! She grabs my hair and pulls my head up tight to her and allows me to feast on her hot cunt to my heart's content! Well, not really. Because my heart's content would mean that I suck on Jodi's beautiful pussy forever! And all she allows me right now are a few blissful moments while she jerks and wriggles and squeals above me! 

But then, somehow, while my attention is all on her tasty twat, she manages to remove my hands from her ass, wiggle away, and deprive me of my delicious treat! Just how did she do that? Damn!

"Nooooo!" I cry!

As I lie there, head on my pillow, missing her twat, a funny image pops into my head of a dog, after a run, lying panting with his tongue hanging out. Because I'm sure that's probably exactly what I look like right now!

Jodi stretches her silky body out beside me, manages to finish kicking off her panties from her legs and easily pulls me close to her and kisses me. "Jelena, you're hot stuff!" she whispers between kisses. "My pussy-cream on your beautiful lips tastes just divine!"

"Well, why didn't you stay where you were, foxy-lady? I miss your hot twat! I wanted to give you a cum! I wanted to drive you out of your mind! Like you're doing to me!"

More kisses! "Jelena," Jodi whispers to me gently, "you were about a second and a half from popping me off. But I'd love our first cums to be together. That'd be special, don't you think, baby-girl? Sweetie, hold onto your hat! You're about to see how this particular old woman can pussy-fuck!"

With those words, Jodi rolls me on my back again. Still kissing me, she moves on top of me! She dips each of her titties into my mouth and allows me one quick suck of each! Then, pulling them away from my greedy mouth, she rubs her glorious boobs on my smaller ones and I can feel her wetness as she drives her dripping pussy all around! 

That marvelous cunt yours truly has gotten to drip so well? Maybe Jodi is a travel agent in her real life, outside my bed! Because she sends that hot, glorious pussy on a wonderful trip, all over me! She leaves pussy-cream trails on my belly, she leaves pussy-cream trails on both my thighs. 

And finally! After rubbing her pussy all over, Jodi is inching closer and closer! To what I pray is the ultimate destination of her pussy-trip! Before she drives me out of my ever-lovin' mind with all her teasing! I know I am making it harder for her because I'm shivering, covered with goose bumps and I can't stop writhing all over! Like that dog, smelling a bitch in heat close by, I wanna fuck! Big time! 

And, at last, Jodi, no doubt thirsty for the cum she's been so close to, but so far has denied herself, bears down and goes for it!

My heart is pounding! I want to bang my legs on the mattress! But I'm too late now, Jodi's legs are all tangled up with mine! My mouth is alternately full of either Jodi's tongue or one or the other of her luscious, pink, oh-so-suckable nipples. Jodi's daughter must have enjoyed being a baby, getting to suck these tasty nipples every meal-time! I bet she was a fat little baby! 

Jodi works and wiggles and strains and moans at me and finally, just when I think I'm goin' out of what's left of my mind, I feel her drippy pussy give mine a good wet kiss!

Who knew Jodi's cunt could give kisses as good as her mouth does?

"Ohhh, sweeeet-fuuuuck!" I scream. Piercing thrills seem to pulse from Jodi's cunt into mine! It feels so fuckin' good! Just as I always knew it would!

Experienced Jodi makes sure our pussies are snuggled up wetly together, nice and tight! Then she shows me that she still knows all the moves! Let me tell you, ladies, I've never been so thoroughly fucked so well and good! 

Showing great skill from, I reckon, years of screwing girls like me, Jodi keeps our pussies together while she wriggles on top of me. Pounds down on me! I can feel our stinging clits kissing! When she's not kissing me, my head is rolling back and forth on my pillow. My eyes are rolled up in my head, so I can't possibly look, but I'm sure there is an actual electric spark each time our clitties touch, as she keeps her pussy rubbing mine! Our bellies slap together, time to time! I swear, I can feel that butterfly fluttering its wings against my heated flesh!

I like to screw girls too! So I help Jodi with this fuck, best I can with her weight on top of me! I buck my ass off the mattress when I can, driving my cunt upwards to meet Jodi's! It's hard, but I'll show her I know how to pussy-fuck too! I'm not about to lie still here and just let her fuck me! 

The pleasure-thrills make it worth it, so while I am arched upwards, I wriggle my ass all around so I am rubbing her pussy with mine while she rubs mine with hers! I match each pussy-rub she gives me with a pussy-rub of my own for her! The double-rubbing cunts are driving us both out-of-our-freakin'-minds! We feverishly kiss all the while and then bing, bang, boom! Jodi tears her lips from mine; a long moan comes from her mouth! She moves upright, best she can without losing our pussy to pussy contact! She moans and groans and so do I! Jodi really bears down hard, wriggles her box furiously on mine once more and lets 'er go!

She is pitching and wailing and sweating and so am I! I feel a gush from her cunt! No more than a nano-second before the dam bursts in mine! Incredible sugary thrills rush through each of us! The squishy sounds of our pussies rubbing can be heard all over my bedroom! As well as our screams! As well as the aromatic smell of sweet juice from both our pussies as cunt-honey shoots from our tingling, kissing cunts! Mingling and running down, puddling on the bedsheets beneath my ass!

I don't know about Jodi. I just know I've never been a squirter. With a girl that knows what she's doing in the sack, how to handle a pussy, I have great cums and ooze out lots of juice and that is usually just what my pussy does when it fires its fun-gun! It just oozes and oozes and oozes! I've got barrels of cunt-honey!

Not tonight! Not with Jodi! This older lady, much older than me, much older than I've ever bedded before, has me so worked up, so horny, so hot and she fucks so great that when my pussy let go, I did actually squirt my cream! All over her! Heaven!

And from what I can feel down there, Jodi creamed out plenty herself!

Jodi, bless her, surely must be tired by now. Hell, a much younger woman would be tired after putting out a fuck like Jodi just did! I know I'm tired! Her body, once stiff with the sweet thrills of her cum, softens now and she leans down again and then she sorta collapses down beside me and pulls me to her. I roll on my side into her arms! 

Her hair is obviously damp; sweat is pouring off of her, running down between her tits! She is panting hard! For a second, because of her age, I am worried about her. 'Til she gives me one of her glorious smiles! Our pussies are still close together and for all I know there are actual strings of pussy-juice attaching us! 

I just know my cunt is still tingling and pulsing with cum-thrills, shooting waves of pleasure all the way through me! And I'm pretty sure Jodi's twitching pussy is doing the same to her, considering the considerable quivering and shuddering her whole, hot body is still doing! We can't even have a kiss. We are both panting too hard, gasping for breath!

Slowly, slowly, our breathing returns to a little bit closer to normal. "Oh, baby, baby, baby!" Jodi cries at me, when she has enough breath! And now, having enough air to whisper 'baby!' in my ear, she also has enough oxygen to do what I desperately need her to do! She hugs me tight and covers my face with her kisses, licks up my sweat. 

"Where have you been all my life, Jelena?" she asks.

"Well – suck in some air, Jelena - Jodi," I start to answer her but I have to pause for more air! "For most of it, I wasn't even born yet!"

Jodi finds enough breath to give me her musical laugh. I can feel her tits against mine as her chest is still heaving! "Oh, sweetie!" she says, "You're priceless! I'm not afraid to tell you, sweet-baby-girl, that I've fucked a lot of cunt in my life but, I swear, baby, I've never had a cum like that! Not in years, at least! I think I'm still cumming!" 

And as if to emphasize her point, Jodi pulls me tighter to her, buries her face in my boobs, squeezes me tight, and her whole body just shakes!

My body is still jerking also! Jingles and tingles are running through me! I suck in huge gulps of air, though I'm not panting quite so hard anymore. I tangle my hands in Jodi's silken black hair and pull her face back to mine for more kisses! 

I should let her rest a little, I know, but I haven't had a kiss in almost a minute!

"Me, too, Jodi! Me fuckin' too!" I assure her between kisses. "You really banged my box, Jodi-girl! I'm younger so I acknowledge that I haven't fucked as much cunt as you must have! Anyone who fucks as good as you must have practiced on thousands of girls! But, trust me, there's been lots of pussy in this here bed too. And still, I've never had my cunt fucked like you just did it, big girl! No girl has ever rang my bell like that! No girl! Never!"

And I meant it! I wouldn't lie to my elder!



Jelena Meets Jodi Ch. 04



Hi there. Jelena here again. I wanna thank those of you that did, for wishing me luck at the beginning of chapter 3. Jodi and I had a heck of a lot of fun! If you haven't read any previous chapters in our story, let me tell you that Jodi, a much older woman than I, after picking me up in a bar, the actual pick-up story was told in chapter 2, has just, in chapter 3, given me the best sex, the best cum of my life. 

Our night continues . . . 

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Lying together in my comfy, cozy bed, Jodi pulls my thick, warm duvet over us. After our fantastic bell-ringer, I'm cuddling with Jodi in post-orgasmic bliss that is so beautiful I think I wanna stay snuggled here with her forever. 

'Shut-up with that kinda thinking, Jelena!' I admonish myself. I don't usually entertain mushy thoughts like 'wanting to snuggle forever'. That much is true with any pussy in my bed, no matter how good she made me cum.

But Jodi and I? Well, ladies, this whole night has been a totally different experience for me and, to fit the theme of the night, cuddling here with Jodi now, is not something I'm usually into. Despite the fact that this is my bedroom and my bed, the whole atmosphere in the room seems different than it usually is after I complete the sex act with other girls. Sorry, can't put my finger on it exactly. It's just different. 

Jodi and I kiss each other and stroke each other, we snuggle tighter, we're both still obviously hot for one another. Leastways, I am for her and I'd have to be deaf, dumb and blind not to realize that Jodi is still raging hot for me. And, trust me ladies, I'm really experienced in such matters. It is not just wishful thinking.

We talk for a while about anything and everything and nothing. I tell her things I probably haven't told another person, let alone just a transient sex-partner. (I don't like this!) We kiss. And then kiss some more. The kissing I like! 

In our whole night together since we met at the club, so far at least, we haven't seemed to disagree about anything. Truth be told, that kinda worries me. As is this whole warm, peaceful feeling enveloping me right now. Usually, long before this, whatever chick I've picked up has probably pissed me off at least once, with something she's done, or, just as likely, something she's said. Some mushy, silly, wimpy, pussy-girl stuff. I don't like mushy, silly, wimpy, pussy-girls! 

When these sorta girls start with the schmoozy talk it just serves to annoy me. But when they do, it does serve a useful purpose. It keeps me honest and and then I have absolutely no problem in keeping everything clear in my mind. No problem following my usual pattern. 

Which goes something like this: Jelena, there's a girl. She's pretty. She's hot looking, in fact. Seduce her. Get her in the sack. Fuck her. Take your pleasure and your cums. Give her a cum or two. Easy-peasy.

But then, the most critical, important part. Hustle her along, right out the door, back to her own life. Right, Jelena? You don't have any time to waste. You have new places to go, new chicks to see, more new pussy to get in your bed. More new fucks to be had.

But, dammit, ladies, Jodi doesn't seem to be slotting into my usual scenario! 

I can't seem to get enough of her tits and as we talk and kiss and snuggle I keep playing with her treasures. Her boobs are all mine right now, all mine to enjoy. And, let me tell you, ladies, how I enjoy them! I give both of them kisses all over their creamy smoothness. I give both of them cozy squeezes. One at a time, beings as they are so big that I have to use both hands to give one a proper snuggle. I try to handle Jodi's big girls as tenderly as I can, but when I have one cuddled in both my hands, I squeeze hard enough to make the nipple pop. I coo to them, assuring that beautiful pair how lovely they both are. I make it a point to make sure that their beautiful nipples are always standing out tall and proud for me. Not really a difficult task. Jodi's nipples seem anxious to show off just how far they can poke out. Hell, if I still wore my cowboy hat, I could hang it up on either one of them. Jodi's lovely, pink tit-toppers call to me, convincing me that they like all the attention I am bestowing upon them. I respond to their call by giving them sucks.

Jodi is amused by my obsession with her bosom. "You seem to have such a thing for my boobs, there, Jelena-girl," she says at last. "If you weren't such an expert at titty play, I might think you'd never even seen a set of tits before! But you do really know how to handle a woman's front acreage, don't you, foxy-Jelena? And I've got quite a spectacular pair, wouldn't you agree?"

I pause, right of the middle of my 1,000th kiss of her nipples. I'm thinking, we've already had this conversation when Jodi was teasing hell out of me, before she had even undressed. I had been naked on the bed, playing with my pussy. Jodi had been beside the bed, playing around, sexily giving me a peeler show and teasing me that I was gonna blow a cum when she showed me her tits! I had teased her back then about having conceit about her boobies and I do it again now.

"Conceit, conceit, conceit. Lady, you're one conceited bitch. You've got the biggest swelled head I've met in a while. Maybe that's why your tits are so big, it's all that conceit leaking down from your head! I don't know why I put up with you and allow you to stay here in my bed. I grant you, you're tits are O.K., Jodi. Got that? Just O.K. I'm playing with them because you seem to like it! Maybe, lady, it isn't even the tits themselves that I like. Did you ever think of that? Maybe it's just the person that they're attached to."

'O.K. What the fuck was that, Jelena? You started out with some nice Jelena bravado but then you went off the rails. You better just shut the fuck up completely if you can't talk sense. Do you recognize how moronically you finished off that last speech to Jodi? You almost told her you liked her. Her. The person. You just came this freakin' close to admitting you have something for her, you know, as a person, over and above anything to do with sex and pussy-eating and titty-play and fucking. What is wrong with you, girl?'

Ladies, cut me some slack, please and understand my angst. This kinda thing just doesn't happen. Not to me. I don't let it happen. That kinda talk never issues from my mouth. I make sure it doesn't. I'm usually very careful not to give any girl any wrong ideas. 

Usually, after I've popped off, callous bitch that I am, - or so I've been told! - my interest in the girl drops off markedly and I'm ready for a little shut-eye. Which makes perfect sense, to me at least, because the girl is not in my bed because of who she is, but rather simply because I want to get laid. So after getting laid, well, there goes my need for having the girl around, correct? As I say, the logic in impeccable to me and has been for a long, long time. 

But, having told you all that, let me also tell you, I am decidedly, deliberately, not selfish. Before closing my eyes, I always make sure that the other girl (or girls, plural!) in my bed gets her goodies also. But once that's done, I'm usually up for a snooze. Sure, if the babe has the goods, which usually she does or she wouldn't be there in the first place and she's good with the goods and handing out the goodies, then she's welcome to snooze with me and if she was solid enough on the first go-round, I'm usually always ready for a repeat performance in the morning. Or whenever we awake. 

But after that? Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out, honey!

Like I say. I can be a callous bitch, I reckon - or so I've been told. And told! Once I've had my jollies I'm usually ready for the girl, whoever she is, to hit the trail. Of course, if her performance was special enough, I'm always open for a return engagement at some future date. Note well: some 'unspecified', future date. Don't start asking me what I'm doing next Tuesday night, baby. 

Also, I'm usually careful to limit those return engagements and if turns out she's good enough in the sack that there's gonna be more than one, I spread them out over long periods of time. Don't wanna give any girl, any semblance of any indication that her appearances in my bed are becoming something of a regular thing.

A case in point is Darlene, the big-titted, red-headed bartender from the club. You know about her if you read chapter 2. Hell, I kept her around for a whole week-end. Before my Jodi came along, she was definitely on the list for a repeat performance in my bed.

There you go again, Jelena. What's this crap about, 'before my Jodi came along'? She's not 'your' Jodi! Sure, you had a great cum. Get over it! Why should one great sex session change anything, for Christ's sake? Answer? It doesn't. Now get control of yourself, girl. What does 'before my Jodi came along' even mean?'

Ladies, trust me, I don't usually have to keep trying to talk sense to myself this way. All the things I seem to be forgetting tonight and having to remind myself about, are usually second nature to me. Not sure what's up with that tonight, that I seem to be having problems keeping a few things straight, certain things in perspective.

I've got zero regrets and have never seen anything wrong with the way I conduct my sex-life. I don't lie to girls to get them in bed. I never say silly things to them, such as, just as an extreme example, I love you. I never even talk to bed-mates with any degree of affection or sentimentality. Just in case that might lead some girl to believe that maybe I loved her or something, but was just too shy or scared to say so. Oh, I'll praise her sexual performance to the hills, if she merits it, but I make sure it's clear to her that I make a definite distinction between her, the sexual partner, and her, the person. In point of fact, I usually go clear out of my way to put it right out on the table that her sexual performance is all I'm interested in. In other words, a hot fuck is all I'm looking for. Nothing else. I usually make that very clear, long before we ever hit the sheets. Usually way back in the bar where I probably found her. Most times, if I've already decided I want her, the girl hears this little speech by about the second drink. For sure after the first slow dance, if holding her hot body near me has got my pussy all a-flutter. I'm honest and I don't make any promises. 

But, come to think of it, I sorta skipped this particular step with Jodi, didn't I? Because, on this topsy-turvy night, she actually picked me up more that it can be said I picked her up. But also, in my defense, I thought Jodi, after our initial conversation outside of the bar, recognized that kinda thing about me on her own. I just didn't think I had to spell it out for an older lady such as her, as compared to some young chick. 

Hell, our whole conversation on the sidewalk outside the bar was started out by her putting me down for being a certain type of woman, the kind that picks up girls they don't care about just to fuck them. The kind of woman that Jodi, at least at first, let on was the kind of woman of which she did not approve. That's what puzzled me right from the start when she proceeded with her seduction of little ole me.

Her assessment of me wasn't 100 per cent accurate but it was correct enough in that respect that I had garnered, what seems to me to be a very reasonable belief that she knew what kinda woman I was. However, maybe I was wrong and she didn't. If indeed I had mis-judged the situation it is all the more reason to be careful now with my wagging lips and tongue. 

So, Jelena, as this night continues, watch your tongue, girl and while you're at it, keep a wary eye on what you're even thinking. O.K., girl?

Bottom line? My opinion? Any girl that agrees to join me in my bed has made her own decision and is there of her own free-will. If they have somehow deluded themselves that a romp in my bed will lead to something more, my conscience is definitely, crystal, clear-as-a-bell that I am absolutely not responsible for their erratic thought processes. Am I? Well? Am I? 

With Jodi everything is different. Everything about me seems like it's changing since our worlds collided a few hours back. Maybe it's because of the age thing. I just do not understand it. The line is blurring for me between the Jodi who just put out a virtuoso fuck and Jodi, the lovely woman now cuddling me close to her, keeping me warm. 

There I go again. Properly, I called our tryst a 'fuck' which it was and is. Then I promptly turn around and refer to Jodi as a 'lovely woman'. Even though she definitely is that, I have no business thinking of her that way. I know it's only in my brain and you might ask yourself, what is the harm in that? You're maybe scratching your head thinking, 'Why is this apparently scatter-brained girl obsessing even about her thoughts? Even if she's worried about giving Jodi the wrong impression, surely, just what she's thinking about, in the privacy of her own mind, that Jodi can't be aware of, is of no consequence? Surely she doesn't think Jodi can read her mind?'

What can I say, ladies? It just bugs me! Erratic thinking even in the privacy of my brain foreshadows sloppiness in other aspects of my life. 

So I'm asking you to cut me some slack, ladies, if I have to give myself some more talking-tos. I'll try to be coherent and not bore y'all too much. It's just that the ecstasy I'm experiencing, right now, just from the warmth of lying here having Jodi snuggle me close to her, is just fantastic. Leads me to believe that it is gonna take everything I have to get through this session so that the same me, the one that entered into this assignation with Jodi, comes out the other end intact. 

Fortunately, Jodi seems not to have noticed my slip, my near-compliment to her. As a person rather then a sex-toy. You know, just another sexual experience in my bed. Without a doubt, as a sexual experience she's tops and I'll compliment her about that 'til the cows come home. But anything beyond that? Not too likely. Leastways, that is my usual modus operandi.

'Jelena, girl,' I tell myself. 'You may have dodged the bullet, this time, that your loose lips could have caused to be fired your way, but please start watching your tongue and its silly wagging. (Unless it's wagging in her pussy!) If Jodi doesn't comment on your remark about it not being her tits you are obsessed with, that maybe it is her, herself, that you find fascinating, just shut up about it. Maybe she's giving you a second chance not to make a fool of yourself. Maybe she didn't even hear you? You better hope.' 

When a few seconds stretches into a minute, without any comments from Jodi, I begin to feel I'm safe. She didn't hear what I unthinkingly blurted out. But, as I said earlier about something similar, 'Or so I thought.' Turns out, Jodi doesn't miss much.

Perhaps you think I'm being sorta paranoid about such a half-assed, off-the-cuff remark. But, as I've said, I'm very careful about what I say to chicks. Some girls, especially after a good banging, their thinking becomes all fuzzy and, in my experience, it doesn't take much unclear thinking to create a problem. 

Sorta what seems to be happening with my own thinking tonight. I'm just trying to head off a problem. In this case a problem, if I don't watch myself, could be caused by me.

Hopefully, I'm worrying for nothing but I can't help but be concerned about certain strange, unfamiliar, wha'd'ya call 'em, 'feelings' that I'm having. Jodi, being older, likely has more sense, the kinda sense I've always had in the past, and I'm sure she has a wonderful life of her own to return to, but a girl can't be too careful. It won't do to get out of practice, maybe fall into bad habits. I could get careless again with the next chick in my bed, mouth off to her indiscriminately and end up with that problem I'm talking about that I don't need and certainly don't want. 

Ladies, you've maybe had the same problem I'm talking about, yourself. You know, the girl that declares she's in love with you and is insistent that she believes that you're in love with her but that you just won't admit it. All brought about because you thought maybe you'd be nice and express some tenderness towards her. You maybe even actually went so far as to tell her that you liked her. Her, the person, as a person. Combined, of course, with fucking her brains out! You've maybe experienced yourself, the late-night, crying phone calls. The won't-leave-you-alone in the club, scaring off other pussy. The endless texts and tweets and e-mails. You know the drill. 

Man, I hate that word. You know the one I mean. The L-word?

But, perhaps I shouldn't be too hard on her, and trust me, I've had her in my bed. Little-Miss-I'm-in-love-with-you-Jelena. Because it sure seems I am doing a lot of erratic, convoluted thinking of my own tonight. Or, maybe, more accurately, you could say, I'm really not thinking at all! Hmmm. 

My experiences in bed with men number exactly zero, but, may I just use that gender for a moment, just for comparison purposes? 

What's that old joke? God played a cruel trick on men. She gave men a penis and a brain but an insufficient blood supply for both to function. 

Hell, it's more than a joke. It's a well-known fact. So I've observed and been told by friends and co-workers who have cast their lot with the opposite sex.

Some girls are just the same. Throw them a good fuck and they seem to lose their minds. Once they've been banged into the middle-of-next-week they think they are 'in love.' They can't seem to discern the difference between sex, even great sex, and, you know, that other thing. In other words, they become like guys. Dumber than dumb.

And, oh, man, maybe it's just me, but I think there are getting to be more and more of these type of 'dumb' girls -- exactly what are young girl's mothers telling them these days? Maybe it's just me and my luck lately, but it seems to me it is getting harder and harder to find the special girls. The ones that will hop into bed, fuck the roof off the house, and then, return to normal and resume leading their own lives like before. (That is, not bothering Jelena!) Without thinking that some great sex and mind-blowing cums have somehow altered the tide of the universe.

Hmmmm. Did Albert Einstein or does Stephen Hawking have anything to say about great sex altering the laws of physics? The forces that govern the universe? I think not.

O.K. Sorry, ladies. Sorry for all the sharing of all the inner workings of Jelena's possibly warped mind. The maudlin philosophy of the life and times of Jelena and her fuck-life. Once again, I'm gonna blame Jodi. I think my incoherent thinking and all my babbling to y'all is a symptom of the malady of having Jodi in my bed.

But, while I have been boring y'all with all this smart-ass (dumb-ass?) thinking, even while all along making beautiful music with Jodi's fantastic tits, Jodi's had her rest, I reckon. And all my playing with her boobs seems to have kept her motor idling pretty well. 

She is all over my tits again now and before long Jodi's lips on my nipples become even a little more active. This sexy bitch is taking charge again. I can feel it. Her hands squeeze a little harder, her tongue explores each aureola a little more urgently and knocks each of my nipples around a little harder. This is before she takes turns drawing as much of each of my excited titty-peaks into her mouth as she can, for wonderful sucks. Not just my nipples. A whole bunch of the whole top of each tit. With my sensitive nipples, she has me on the verge of another cum. Good for you, Jodi-girl. Go for it!

My head begins to roll back and forth on my downy pillow as Jodi slowly, slowly, licks and trails her lips down south from my tits. She shoves each of my boobies up high and covers the undersides with kisses too, as thoroughly as she has done to the rest.




Jelena Meets Jodi Ch. 04



I think you're off the hook for a bit, ladies. Where Jodi's heading, I hope, something tells me I'll have no time to bore you with any more of my insane ramblings for the next little while.

Next, Jodi raises her hands above her head so she can keep squeezing my boobs as she continues to trail a wet, crooked line of kisses down to my tummy. Her lips are hot on my flesh and I wonder if she's leaving burn-trails. Her black hair feels silky in my hands, as, once there, she is all over my sexy belly, licking and kissing. All the while twirling my stinging nipples between her fingers and giving the old boobs cozy squeezes.

As like many girls before her, Jodi seems entranced by my turquoise ornament pierced in my belly-button and she spends a long while playing with it with her tongue while not neglecting her amazing boob-play. Ooooh. Her tongue, playing with my navel-jewelry, tickles me there and gives me shivers and goose bumps! When she lets it slide from her lips, knowing then it won't pull at me, I make a move to sit up. Jodi won't let me. When she feels me stiffen, she moves back up, makes me relax back down on the softness of my pillow. She gives me kisses. 

"Jelena-girl," she breathes into my lips. "I'd really love for you to just lie here and let me do what I want to do. If I do anything you don't like, anything you don't want me to do, just tell me. And I promise you I'll stop. But I'm really asking you to just let this old woman do what I want to do to you right now. Please, baby-girl?"

Her and her rhetorical questions. I don't say anything but I guess I don't have to. Jodi can feel my body relax. Her dark eyes get very warm as she gazes at my contented face for a moment. She gives my lips a last peck, then resumes kissing me all over.

Well now, girls. When I say kissing me all over, don't think I exaggerate. I mean, all over. Except for one crucial spot. To start, Jodi leaves a trail of kisses again, re-tracing her first path of kisses, down over my tits and back to my smooth tummy. She administers some more of her wonderful attention there, then glides more kisses southwards. She slides her lips up and down each of my soft, silky thighs. But she deliberately goes clear out of her way to avoid the volcano simmering between my legs. 

And Mount Vagina is vibrating. Ready to erupt again. I'm sure it's calling to Jodi. Why is she ignoring you, baby?

As I might have already told you, I'm not much of a pleasure-denier. I'm usually really impatient for my pleasures. With some young chick I might have lost what little patience I have, just grabbed her hair and dragged her face to where I wanted it -- right on my cunt.

But not tonight. This is Jodi's show, as it seems it has been her whole show the whole night. Right now, I seem to lack whatever it would have taken for me to intrude on anything this wonderful woman wants to do to me. I've told you her pussy was a work of art? So is her love-making. 

'Fuck you, Jelena!' my brain screams at me. 'For the 100th time! At least! It's fucking, Jelena! Not love-making! And what was that bit about 'wonderful woman'? She's just another piece of pussy! Keep reminding yourself of that, please. What the fuck is going wrong with you?'

I've been putty in Jodi's hands ever since she took me in her arms on the dance floor at the club. Not normal for me, but I'd long since surrendered myself to everything, to her, on this, what was for me, a totally abnormal night. A night I had every intention of making sure was a 'one of' night! The one and only thing anywhere resembling anything normal tonight is that the night did result in some prime pussy in my bed.

As Jodi continues her lazy, I-think-I'll-take-my-own-sweet-time, kissing tour of my body, cream is running from me again, warm cream, boiling up from the depths of Mount Vagina, that simmering, twitching volcano betwixt my thighs. All that juice is warning ash, spewing from the crater, signaling imminent eruption. I can feel it, big time, as all Jodi's kisses and licks all over my body are heating me up again. Not really a long hike up the temperature scale since I've never really cooled down that much from our first incredible fuck.

'There you go, Jelena! That's better. Good girl. It's just another fuck. A good one, a great one, but still just a fuck. Keep reminding yourself of that, Jelena-girl. Ladies, aren't y'all proud of me?'

When Jodi had first peeled my boots and jeans off, she had then spent long moments admiring my beautiful legs. She had knelt between them and ran her hands up and down and down and up their length, tickling me and causing my blood to pound through my veins. All the while whispering to me how lovely my legs were and how much she adored them.

Here, now, Jodi goes nuts on my legs in earnest. If she misses kissing or licking any particular square inch, I certainly don't notice it. I have really exquisitely sensitive erogenous zones on the backs of each of my knees that most chicks never go near. Jodi spends what seems like half an hour on that spot on each of my gams, driving me to distraction. Oh, Jelena, feel her tongue circling your ankle. My ass is humping, up and down off the bed! Jodi has me frantic.

And then she arrives at my feet. She'd massaged them earlier, when she first removed my boots and now she ate them up. I don't think, necessarily, that Jodi has any particular foot fetish or anything. Leastways, she never mentions anything, beyond causally remarking, between all her kisses, that I have beautiful feet and that she likes my toe-nail polish. Earlier she sucked each of my fingers into her mouth, one at a time. Now, she equals the favor with each of my toes. I just get the impression my feet are just another part of my whole being and Jodi seems determined to make a whimpering wreck out of all of me.

I almost said, 'make l***' to all of me. I guess you know what letters are replaced by the asterisks. The ugliest, dirtiest 4-letter word of them all.

I've alluded to it earlier but I guess you all have noticed by now, I'm adverse to the thought of, the emotion, the very word, love. And I think I explained why earlier, in my own dumb and probably confusing and inadequate way. But it's probably the best I can do, for the moment at least. Maybe I'll take another stab at it when Jodi is gone and my mind is clear. I just hope to goodness my mind does clear. I don't wanna end up like one of those 'dumb' girls we were discussing earlier. All I know for sure right now is, I'm very confused. My emotions, of which I usually have none, are all a tangled mess. Even the fact I'm having them is worrisome. As evidenced by a bunch of rambling few paragraphs above, and this one. What's left of my brain, keeps spinning around, unable to focus clearly on anything! 

Couple of questions for you. As Jodi continues working me over, just with kisses and licks and sucks and strokes and tickles and massages of my various body parts, nowhere near my cunt, how can I say that constitutes fucking me? I repeat, she deliberately is avoiding my pussy. And without going there, how can it be fucking? And if she isn't fucking me, then what the hell do you call what she is doing to me?

Oh shit! She's at my arms now. Both of them. Who told her, not me, that there are certain spots on my arms, where kisses interrupt that blood flow we were talking about earlier, to brain cells? Jodi is merciless. Kisses and licks and sucks from the tips of my fingers, to my arm-pits to my shoulders. And all points in-between. What the hell is that she's doing to my elbows? It's driving me goo-goo!

Fuck! Jodi's not finished. She's flips me over now onto my belly and she's on top of me. She moves my long hair, stroking it gently and gets busy on my back, starting with giving me more shivers with kisses to the back of my neck. The sun-kissed flesh of my back is a vast, smooth canvas on which Jodi proceeds to take a long time to paint herself a masterpiece with licks and kisses. Her tongue and lips are her paint-brush. The shivers and thrills going through my body are nowhere near controllable.

And what is just below my back? You students of anatomy will realize, yes, it's my ass.

Jodi had complimented my ass - how many years ago now? - and requested that I let her have fun with it. I vaguely recall giving her permission.

Let me tell you, ladies, if she has indeed painted a masterpiece on my back with her hands and lips and tongue, my ass is where she signs it.

I haven't any idea how long Jodi's been working over my heated body now. All my numbed brain knows, if it knows even this, is that every fiber, every nerve ending in my body is vibrating on hair-trigger. I'm lying here, pretty much helpless, just moaning and whimpering. I'm like a sexy rag-doll discarded by some prepubescent girl. I vaguely hear myself begging Jodi, in some strange voice that doesn't even sound like mine, to end the torment, to finish me off.

But Jodi has decided, no, it's bum-time. Ladies, I don't ever recall my ass ever getting such a working-over. Yeah, I meant to say 'ever' twice. For emphasis. I could describe each kiss and every lick, every cuddle and each squeeze, but I'm sure I'm boring you again by now. Trust me though, Jodi is not boring me.

She rolls me again, over onto my back, kneels between my legs and throws them up. She wraps her arms around me, bends my bottom half toward the top half of me and hauls the bottom half up high against her. It's like I'm sitting on her tits. Only the upper part of my back and my shoulders are left on the bed. Then, somehow, Jodi bends me enough that she can lock my ankles back behind my head. Wow! I'm more limber than I thought. It sounds uncomfortable but somehow it isn't. In this position, one I've certainly never been in before in my life, my ass-hole and my pussy are both right there, spread out right in front of Jodi's face, like some banquet on some fancy dining-room table. I'm at her mercy. And I already know she hasn't any!

She parts my ass-cheeks with her hands, sticks her lovely face in the crack and rims my pucker with her talented tongue. She jabs my tongue's buddy right inside my bum, as far as she can get it, and wiggles it all around. I'm panting hard now. I can feel the count-down nearing zero. 

And still, Jodi hasn't even touched my cunt.

But then, at last, Jodi, her tongue still in my ass, finally jams some fingers, I don't know how many, in my pussy and scratches them all around. First time she's touched my pussy since she started this assault on my body and my senses. She's strumming my clit with her thumb at the same time. 

That fuckin' does it. 2-1-0! Houston, no fuckin' problem here. I'm fuckin' gone! Up to some cloud up there. No. Much higher! I convulse and spasm and I feel my cunt squirt my juice again. I feel it running down my ass and back. A few last licks of my pooper and Jodi removes her tongue from my ass now. A few last wiggles and she pops her fingers from my pussy and replaces them with her face. At the same time, the fingers she just took from my pussy? At least one, maybe more, she inserts right into my bum and wiggles them there. I scream again, my cunt convulses and I feel it squirt out another ocean of honey. Jodi tongues and sucks my cunt and licks up my cream. My whole body is jerking with sugary thrills. There is definitely no blood going to any brain cells right now. In fact, all the blood in my veins has somehow been replaced with melted butter. I hope somebody knows it, because I don't even know my own fuckin' name. I scream and wail and yell. Jodi's got me gone out of my cotton-pickin' mind.

Hazily, from that galaxy, far, far, away, as I moan and cry and shake and jerk, I hear Jodi chuckle and she straightens me out, moves back and lets go of me. I collapse on the bed like that rag-doll the little girl had dropped earlier. Stabs of pure pleasure are still hitting me. Jodi rolls me on my side and, as she does, I mange to pull myself into the fetal position. Tenderly, before lying beside me, and putting her arms around me, Jodi covers us with the duvet and I shake and shudder my way through the after-shocks of big-bang number 2!



Jelena Meets Jodi Ch. 05



Hi gang! Jelena here, back to talk to you. That is, if there is anyone left hanging in with Jodi and I. 

I should say, I reckon I'm only sorta back, because after the mind-blowing cum Jodi has just given me in chapter 4, I'm sorta fuzzy. Her and I are relaxing for the moment. How long that moment will be, given how hot I still am for this older lady, we'll just have to see, won't we? After two eye-popping cums, how can I still be so hot to go some more? 

And how can Jodi, at her age, still be ready to have another go at me?

Wanna join us . . .?

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Sometime later, I don't have a clue how long later, I feel warm breath on my ear and a tender tongue tickling me there. That soft tongue evilly curls around my ear, licking all around it. I feel hot breath being blown gently into my ear and then some teeth nipping mischievously at my ear-lobe.

"Jelena-girl," I hear a soft whisper, "Hello there. Is there anyone at home? Are you still with me, lovely-one?"

After-cum thrills are still moving through me, making me shiver. It's delicious. I'm very warm and content and peaceful but I try to move anyway. Ah. The rag-doll body I collapsed here with has regained some semblance of bone structure at least. I roll onto my back, my tired arms go around the neck of whoever is with me, whispering to me, and I pull their lips to mine. That move uses up all my available energy and I don't have enough left to open my eyes to see who it is. Doesn't really matter if I open my eyes, now does it? I know there is a hot, sexy woman here with me. Who else would it be, besides a hot, sexy woman? And I'd have had to close them right back up for kisses! The kisses I give her, whoever she is, are long and passionate. I want to thank her for the free rocket ride to heaven.

I'm wonderfully warm and comfortable. It is so soft lying here. Am I lying in my bed or on a cloud? Is this a woman here with me or an angel?

Still kissing her, I tell myself, 'I know your brain is really a mess right now, Jelena, what with you still jerking and shaking with your cum but I really hope you didn't say that out loud. Because it sounds pretty corny. You've been telling the ladies all night about how tough you are.

Don't make yourself sound now like some wimp-pussy-girl. All your nattering to the ladies all night, in between telling them all about Jodi and the fun you two are having, probably has them already suspecting that maybe you aren't quite as tough as talk.

So, yeah, ladies. I was just funnin' with you there. I know I'm in bed with an older lady named Jodi. She just fucked me again and gave me a wonderful cum.

Not bad, Jelena. You're right. She 'fucked' you. But then, I spoil it by this silly thought popping into my brain. 

'I think she really is an angel!'

Oh, Jelena, go soak your head in a pickle barrel or something. I'm saying that to myself but I can almost hear you ladies saying it for me. But, give me some credit, please, won't 'ya? At least I'm trying to be honest with you all.

Jodi, being so much older than me, it makes it a first for me. Maybe that's what's causing me to have all these uncharacteristic thoughts? All I know for sure is, she has seemingly bewitched me, all evening and night, into strange behavior along with some very un-Jelena-like thinking. But, she has also sent me right into orbit. Twice! So far. Well, even more than that. Two enormous, major-league cums and whole buncha littler ones! The two must be connected although that kind of silly way of living, that is, cums affecting sober thought after the cum is finished, is exactly the kind of stuff I disdain when other girls exhibit symptoms of that disorder.

Anyway, my body is still going through involuntary jerks of after-cum shudders from my last blast-off. So I reckon I couldn't have laid here that long. At long last I ease off kissing her and opening my eyes to look at her, I tease Jodi. "What the fuck did you do to me, you old bitch?"

No other girl has ever sailed me as far away as lovely Jodi. Some blood is going back to my brain now, I think, but how can I be sure? I am still in that wonderful, hazy world of after-cum-fun and our kisses are keeping the thrills moving through me.

See what I mean? I didn't have to say to you, 'lovely Jodi'. Her name alone would have sufficed. I've warned myself about this before, haven't I? At least I didn't say it out loud, for her to hear. My actual words to her were all right, but I must keep reminding myself, it's dangerous, girl, even thinking such thoughts. We had a little discussion along these lines in Chapter 4 of this journal. For those of you that might have read it, you might recall my thinking on the subject. Sloppy thinking can lead to sloppy sentiments being blurted out, which can result in the wrong girl misunderstanding something. Or, at the very least, the wrong girl hearing, 'what she wants to hear'. Even if you didn't exactly say what she 'wants to hear'! And now, you got a problem.

Vigilance is the watch-word. Vigilance as to watching for random crazy thinking and real tough, thorough vigilance as regards any words uttered to my bed-mate. Any bed-mate but, I believe, especially this one. After all, only Jodi has ever gotten these kinda silly thoughts swirling in my fevered brain.

I hear Jodi laugh at my teasing. My characterization of her as a 'bitch'. 

"Oh, I'm just an old bitch that likes to fuck younger girls!" she says, wiggling closer under the duvet with me and wrapping her arms around me. "Tell me, Jelena-girl, did you enjoy that? I think you did. Don't try to deceive an old woman!" She chuckles. "So tell me, girl? Does 'this old bitch' know how to fuck a younger chick like you or doesn't she? Did 'this old bitch' fuck you as good as all the other young chicks you're used to bringing home? Was it good enough for you that you'll let 'this old bitch' fuck you again?"

See, Jelena. She uses the word 'fuck'. She says things like, 'Jelena-girl', not, 'lovely Jelena.' Jodi's not getting all mushy. Why are you?

For an answer to another of one of those rhetorical questions Jodi likes to ask – at least I assume it was rhetorical - will you let me fuck you again? - I grab both her lovely, big tits and mash them together. They haven't shrunk any; they are still too large for me to get both nipples into my mouth at the same time, but, I try. I fail, but it is still fun to try. At least her titty-tops are close enough together now that I can rain kisses on the both of them and suck on their tasty centers without having to barely turn my head.

Jodi really likes that. Her hands hold my head in place, tightly to her fantastic bosom. Then she lies back on the pillow, drawing me on top of her.

I kiss her breasts some more, each kiss sending a little shiver through me. I'm actually enthralled at how kissing her bosom sends thrills right through me. Then I just lie my head on her girls and rest there on her dreamily, my silky blonde hair fanned out all over her. I feel Jodi stroking my head. I feel utterly content.

"Jodi," I say finally. "You really aren't an old bitch. I didn't mean that. I was just funnin' with you. Witch, now. That might be the word for you. A magical witch. I've never cum like that, never. Twice! Twice, you worked your witch magic on my body. I've had tons of orgasms in my life. But I've never felt like this, never, ever. That's why I asked, what the heck did you do to me?"

Not bad, Jelena. You only complimented her fucking. That's acceptable.

"Jelena-baby," Jodi whispers back, kissing the top of my head. "You'll think, after all the pussy you've fucked that I'm silly to say so, but I suspect you've never achieved your full sexual potential. Keep in mind no matter how much pussy you've had in your bed, I've had more in mine. You've got lots of great cums in you, girl. I repeat, great, powerful cums. Just like the ones you've had for me tonight. For all the pussy you've had in your bed, I suspect that you've been settling for less-than-great cums. Now, of course, probably every single cum can't be a god-I'm seeing-paradise-end-of-the-world type cum, but I'll tell you a little secret about achieving the great cums later, if you want me to. Remind me. Meantime, our night isn't over yet, is it? I'm still plenty hot for you, babe!"

She wants to know that our night isn't over? How can I tell her, ladies, without sounding like some sissy, silly pussy-girl, that I want this night, my night with her, to never, ever end?

So instead of answering any of her questions or acknowledging any of her observations directly, I put it off. So what does super-brain Jelana do instead? I hear these un-Jelena-like words come out of me. 

"Please, for now, just hold me, please, Jodi? I feel so warm and safe! I don't ever wanna move!"

Oh, yeah, that's just great, Jelena. Big improvement on the 'not-wanting-the-night-to-ever-end' thing you thought would be too mooshy to say. You don't think that begging her to 'hold you because you feel warm and safe' doesn't make you sound like some wimpy pussy-girl? The kinda girl you don't really fancy in your bed? The kinda girl you were denigrating before to the ladies? When some girl sounds all google-ly-eyed like you do right now, you usually banish them from your bed.

Question: Ladies, if I'm gonna continue to talk like the silly pussy-girls I look down upon, do I now have to banish myself from my own bed?

As I suspected, having Jodi in my bed is doing weird things to me. Arousing strange, what'd'ya call 'em, oh right, I figured it out before, they're 'feelings'. My only 'feelings', as regards having some nice hot pussy in my bed, such as they have always been up 'til tonight, usually revolve only around the pleasures involved and usually end with my cum. As I said earlier, maybe I am the callous bitch so many pussies have accused me of being.

But, then again, not-so-fast, girls. As evidenced by all the tender thoughts that have been popping into my head about Jodi, maybe I'm not so callous after all. Jodi seems to be softening me up. Question is, Jelena, do you want to be softened? You've been fighting it all night (I think you're losing). Really you've been fighting it all your life, since you were 15-years-old. You certainly have never wanted it before. You've never even considered it.

Jodi interrupts my latest reverie as she laughs at my comment that I really don't wanna ever move.

"I really don't think we can lie here forever, sexy. I think we'll both have to go to the bathroom sometime, won't we? In fact, I need to go now. And we might get very hungry. And we just might wanna change these wet sheets. I don't know about you but I'm lying in a very damp spot. And as far as lying here forever, I don't have to, but won't you have to go to work sometime? Don't you have some kind of a job?"

"I dunno. I don't care." I whisper to her softly. 

And, at this precise second in time, I really, really don't. Because it's just like I imagine heaven to be, lying here, warm in Jodi's arms.

Icky, Jelena. That's plenty icky.

I know now, beyond any shadow of any doubt, that I absolutely need to get my ass in gear, give my head a good shake and wake up from this foggy haze I seem to be in. 

But, do I do it? No, instead, I somehow melt my body closer to Jodi's and I continue to try to answer her question. Sort of. "A job? What's that? What day is it, Jodi? I forget. You've made me forget. Oh, I know who you are now. You're the woman the Eagles wrote a song about. Witchy Woman." Get what I'm doing, ladies? I'm just babbling, trying to prolong my enjoyment of lying here cuddled up close as I can get to Jodi.

She laughs again. "Do you like the Eagles, Jelena? I would've thought they were more from my generation. Just now, in fact, I was thinking of The Eagles song, 'Peaceful Easy Feeling'. Do you know that one? Because lying here, holding you, that's exactly what I have. Can't you feel my heart beat, lying there on my tits?" She chuckles. "Hey, that's got the makings of some pretty good song lyrics, don't you think, Jelena?" 

I smile and hug Jodi tighter. As as matter of fact, I can feel Jodi's steady heart beat. It's right underneath my ear as it is pressed against her boob. And I can feel my own. Mine has calmed down enough now that our two heart beats are almost synchronized. Strange, I can feel my own heart-beat. I'm not sure I've ever noticed it before tonight, unless it was pounding out of my chest during a work-out or a cum. I've often been accused of not having a heart.

I ask myself, 'Besides cums, has this been what this night has been all about? Jodi showing you that you have a heart? Has this witchy-woman been stirring this new-found heart toward having dreaded 'feelings', Jelena-girl? Ugh. Feelings. Danger! Danger! Weren't you denigrating girls earlier who wallowed in their 'feelings' instead of just enjoying their cums and moving on?'

I'm so disgusted by myself right now, even asking myself these kinda questions, that if I wasn't still so hungry for Jodi, (and more of the kinda cums she she dishes out!) I might just summon the energy to jump out of bed right now and show her the door. 

All right, I admit, that after this night with Jodi, maybe I need to be asking myself these kinda questions. Thing being, even if my brain seems like it's asking the right questions now, I'm nowhere near coming up with any answers. I don't think I have enough data. So many conflicting thoughts are swirling around in my fevered brain that I think my head might explode. If my brain was a PC, right now I think I'd have a 'Windows Crash.'

I turn my head so I can kiss Jodi right where I can feel her heart beating. 

"Right there, Jodi." I tell her. "Your lovely heart is right there. I can feel it beating!"

Geez, Louise! I almost added, 'Is it beating just for me?' Good save, not verbalizing that kinda silly thought but, you're not off the hook, girl. There you go again, telling her she has a lovely heart. I give up. Maybe in a few hours and with a couple of cums, Jodi has really turned you into some kinda mushy pussy-girl.

Jodi pulls me up to her and kisses me right on the lips. 

Jodi laughs. Her soft, musical laugh. "Now, Jelena-girl, you can't possibly know whether I have a lovely heart or not. You don't know me well enough." She gives me more kisses. I feel lost in her kisses!

I want to scream at her that I know all I need to know.

Oh, man, ladies, that was really bad. I know I didn't say it out loud but my brain even hosting such a thought means – well, I'm scared to death to think of what it might mean. But I'm reminded of that old joke. Who are you and what have you done with Jelena?

Jodi, however, continues her thinking along those lines, "How 'bout you, Jelena? How's the state of your heart, right about now?"

Another of her rhetorical questions? I hope. But it doesn't really matter. I've just reached my limit. I was starting to wonder if there were any limits to my silliness tonight. But there must be some semblance of the real Jelena inside somewhere because I've just reached it. My limit, that is. Maybe the euphoria of my last cum is finally wearing off! I've sure got no intention of answering this one. I'm being enough of a wimp and a sissy. 

I might be struggling, thinking I'm having 'feelings', for Jodi. But, even if that's true, even if some changes are in the cards for me, Rome wasn't built in a day. Right? Or a night. Or on the basis of a couple of cums, I'm sure. Even if Jelena is being transformed tonight, it's not happening right now, this instant. Is it? It can't happen this fast, can it? 

No, ma'am! I'm not answering any dumb questions having to do with the state of my heart. I've been accused many times over the years of not even having a heart and up 'til tonight I didn't really know for sure myself if I actually had one or not. I certainly have never wanted one of those pesky things! Leastways, a girlie-type heart. 'Something' was moving my blood around. That's all I cared about. Being around lots of girls over the years who constantly annoyed and bored me talking endlessly about all the 'feelings' they had 'in their hearts', I always vowed I did not want to be like that. 

Jelena's simple equation for living? No heart equals no feelings equals never getting hurt equals I'm happy and content living my life on my own terms. That was me until a few hours ago. My pre-Jodi life.

Yes, girls, I've always thought that I've been happy and content. Haven't I? Do all these weird thoughts running through my tired brain right now indicate that I really haven't been? Happy and content, that is? And didn't even know it?

Time to change the subject. How could I possibly in 10,000 years, tell Jodi what I've shared with you ladies tonight? That tonight, because of her, presumably, I'm changing, 'feeling' certain things, certain stirrings in the vicinity of this new-found heart of mine. The heart that up 'til tonight there was no tangible evidence I even had. I am very confused, questioning everything, and, no doubt, when Jodi finally leaves me, I will do some long, long, hard thinking about what has happened here tonight. Hopefully with a clear head.

Question: does anyone know if there is a support group, such as AA, one can attend to get rid of, be done with, unwanted 'feelings'? 

And, I know I've probably bored you all again with my rambling but at least all this talking with myself and to you and all this heavy thinking, no matter how circular and convoluted, has allowed me time to get some energy back again anyway.

I dive my hand down to Jodi's pussy and give it a nice cuddle. Wow, it's damp down here! A deft change of subject. "Witchy woman," I ask, slyly and innocently. "Didn't I hear you say something about more cums?" 

Jodi smiles, reaches down, takes my hand, draws it away from her pussy back up to her mouth and kisses it.

"Jelena, baby, I'd luv to have more cums with you, but do you know what I'd like for us to do first? A pee! I told you a while back I had to go. Although I'm not sure me peeing in your bed would make it any wetter than it already is! After that, how big's your bathtub? Is there room in it for both of us? I'd love to have a nice, warm, sudsy bath with you. How's that sound, lovely-one? And then, beings as it is still Saturday night and I'm hoping you don't have to work on Sunday, we could come back to this lovely bed for more fun and games."

It is still Saturday night? I vaguely remember I had picked up a girl named Debbi and had a session with her Saturday afternoon. A session I know I survived with my brain intact. Granted, Debbi did not live up to her looks, hadn't been very good in bed and I'd had only one mediocre cum. (Compared to the sugar Jodi hands out!) And I know I had gone back to the club and met Jodi and her and I were still in my bed. But Debbi seemed like a million years ago. And my universe seems like it has been tossed upside-down since then. And it isn't even mid-night yet? It doesn't seem possible.

But, at the moment, living in the moment, which is what I usually prefer to do, Jodi's idea sounds great. I also have to pee. 

"Oooh, oooh, witchy woman!" I sing to her. The Eagles would laugh at my rendition but I'm happy with it. I smile warmly at her. She smiles warmly right back. Something intangible passes between our smiles. "You know damn well I'll do anything you want me to do." I tell Jodi. "Come on, sexy. I'll lead the way to my bathroom. Wait 'til you see my tub! When we come back, we'll change these sheets. Although it seems a waste of time. I'm reasonably certain that we'll just wet the new ones up too."

Jodi squeezes one of my tits and laughs. "How can we not, foxy-girl?"

First up, when we get to the bathroom, - long, slow journey, hugs and kisses all the way down the hall - is use the can. We take turns. I let my guest, Witchy Woman, go first. Both Jodi and I comment, as we wipe our pussies after splashing in the bowl, that our cunts are very, very tender. We must have rubbed them too hard together sailing up, up, up, to our first blissful cums tonight. But, we agree, (have we dis-agreed about anything tonight?) it is a very pleasant kind of tender.




Jelena Meets Jodi Ch. 05



Jodi tells me she loves my beautiful, big tub. It is partially, but not totally sunken, and it has a ledge built around three sides of it. The one long side against the wall and both ends, on which I have placed some wonderful scented candles. The taps and spout are located on the wall, right in the middle of the tub, on its long side. I light the candles as Jodi starts the water running. She spies my bubble-bath and my bath oil and pours liberally.

The next thing I know, the tub is nearly full with deliciously warm, sudsy water and I am in Jodi's arms again. Stretched luxuriously out, in the water between her outstretched legs, leaned back against her wonderful breasts as she leans against the back of my tub. Jodi alternately plays with my boobs in the water, caresses my shoulders, gives me kisses on my neck or just hugs me tight. Occasionally, she takes my chin in her hands and pulls my head around so she can kiss my lips. It's wonderful!

I've never bathed or showered with another woman before. Usually I soak in my tub alone before going out on the prowl or I spend luxurious moments lounging in here after whatever pussy I've had in bed has departed. Wonderfully soaking here with Jodi feels very intimate and personal to me, maybe even more intimate than our sex. Precisely why I've never considered inviting another pussy in here with me.

But, nasty me, naughty thoughts occur to me.

My long blonde hair is fanned out in the water all around us. Now Jodi runs her fingers through my hair, over and over, using my expensive shampoo, roots to the tips, having to lift it up out of the water to get it all. My hair is so long! Jodi washing it like this for me, feels extraordinary.

Wash, rinse, repeat, Jodi does it all. Then she starts applying my creamy, thick conditioner. I just lie back and enjoy the attention. I feel pampered. No one's ever pampered me before 'cept the women at my salon and I have to pay them. I find it lovely! Of course, before tonight, if any other pussy had even suggested pampering me I'd have probably tossed her out on her ear. 

But I have to ask myself. Why is Jodi pampering me? Does she 'like' me, over and above our obvious physical attraction for one another. I don't know. I'm not sure I want to know.

When she kisses my neck and tells me she thinks my hair is done, I make sure I turn my head and give Jodi a lovely thank-you kiss. I grab my loofah sponge and use it on her long legs and my shorter ones. I manage to wiggle around to face her and we trade the sponge back and forth so we can use it on each others chests. It takes me a long, long time to wash Jodi's tits to my exacting standards! Careful, Jelena, you almost missed a spot. Jesus, don't slip and accidentally have your head fall into Jodi's tits. With nipples like she's got and the way you've got 'em aroused, you could poke out an eye, Jelena!

I chuckle, mischievously. "You know, witchy woman, that ledge behind you is awfully strong. You could sit up on it easily and I could wash your pussy for you. I know it's tender. I'll be gentle." 

I chuckle, inwardly this time, as I see Jodi's eyes light up. I'll be gentle all right! Gentle enough to coax – I doubt it'll take much in the way of coaxing - a mouthful or two of pussy-cream from Jodi, to ease my dry mouth. Damn! Shoulda made a pit-stop in the kitchen for a couple glasses of wine to bring in here. If my mouth feels dry, Jodi's must also.

Question: When the only liquids in hours to be in your mouth are another woman's saliva and her pussy-cream, does that cause a girl to be thirsty?

What kinda hostess are you anyway, Jelena-girl? Oh yeah, the kind that is too impatient for pussy-action to offer your guest any refreshment.

To my delight, Jodi leans forward and kisses me. Her saliva is delicious. "That sounds just lovely, baby-girl. Without sounding terribly unappreciative how could I ever decline such a sweet, gracious offer?"

Reaching around her, enjoying her wet tits rubbing me, I move some candles on the ledge behind Jodi, making room for her ass. We have to move carefully, as we are awfully slippy. The bottom of the tub is slippy too, though the rough little yellow ducks I stuck all over it, certainly help. With an assist from yours truly, - Jodi's skin feels magnificent all wet and slick with bubble-bath and bath oil - Jodi eases herself up and I hear a sorta wet 'plop' as she sits her ass down on the ledge. And spreads her legs for me!

And there's Jodi's eye-poppingly beautiful, work-of-art pussy again. Splayed open for my viewing pleasure. Jodi's wonderful cunt is like a magnet, a Jelena-magnet! It's like it's magically pulling me and I move between her golden thighs. I gently slide the soft loofah sponge slowly up and down her long, beautiful legs again, causing Jodi to tremble, before I gently start to swab all over her pussy. Even barely touching her, I can feel Jodi shuddering.

Carefully, she leans forward and I feel kisses on the top of my head. What do I do then? My turn to ask you ladies a rhetorical-type question having a very obvious answer. I lower my head, of course, between her wet, soft thighs and rain a bunch of kisses right down on her cunt.

Even wet with our bath water, Jodi's pussy tastes magnificent.

And so is her reaction, as she squeals and moans all kinds of approval.

I've kinda lost track but I think I'm one boomer ahead of her. I owe her one.

Jodi moans deeply when I give her pussy some stimulating French kisses. My tongue is way inside her sweetness, as far as I can get it, while my lips nibble at her plump pussy-flaps. Jodi's cunt squeezes my tongue. It's kissing back! I love these particular kisses; they make me tingle so much, I swear to never leave here.

But, a moment later, I renege on my determination to never leave her pussy. Jodi is holding my head tight to her but I struggle a little and she lets me have some freedom. Raising her long, luscious legs, one at a time out of the water, I run my hands along their smoothness. As Jodi did to me earlier, back in my bed, I kiss all over her smooth thighs, down one long, wet leg. I switch and go back up the other one, loving it up, enjoying her reaction. Denying her, momentarily, her ultimate pleasure.

I feel it when Jodi's legs begin to shake. It occurs to me that while I'm teasing and denying her I am also denying myself. My lips find their way back to pussy-heaven. Is that a little smudge of some kind on my butterfly? I clean it with my tongue.

Once I have my mouth on Jodi's pussy again, this time I don't think there is any force on earth that can ever get me to move it off. And there is no way for her to take it away from me this time like she did when we were first in my bed. There is simply nowhere for her to go. Good move coming in here, Jodi-girl! But, from the way Jodi is clutching my head again, this time I'm sure she has no plans to interrupt my fun. And hers! Not 'til I've pulled the trigger on her fun-gun, big time!

I hear her when her moans and squeals get louder and more constant as I swab my tongue up and down, the broad width of my tongue easily covering her tasty slit. I blow softly into her pussy and my eager tongue tickles and wiggles her fat pussy-lips. I work the full length of the work-of-art that is her cunt. As I think I've told y'all before, she has wonderful, trimmed, silky black pussy-fur and, even damp, it tickles my tongue and my nose. I hope I don't sneeze.

And, I don't forget my wonderful butterfly. My pet. All mine! I give it kisses too, lots of them, while at the same time sliding a couple of my fingers into Jodi.

Her wonderful, talented pussy immediately clamps down, squeezing my fingers, can I ease in one more? I hear her suck in her breath when I do that. One more, Jelena! Give her another one! Oooh, that's it.

And there. Right there! Just below my butterfly. All unsheathed now and standing up hard and pink and proud and wet, I can see Jodi's wonderful clit. It's a beautiful sight. Her love button is not really that large but my fevered mind convinces me that I can count the actual drops of cunt-honey sparkling on it. I already know what is gonna happen when I take it in my mouth. I hope Jodi's got a good grip on something. Oh yeah, my hair.

And, no dummy I, at least not usually, I'm exactly correct. First, after some more avid tonguing of her slit, and wiggling of my fingers inside her, I give Jodi's clitty some soft kisses. Her hands tighten even more in my hair and I feel her legs go rigid. Then, I go for the gusto! I start licking hell out of her tasty clit, loving those drops of cunt-cream I told you about. As I lick them off, more appear. More goodies. Yummy! I can feel her losing control now. Jodi starts her, by now familiar to me, pre-cum wail. You've got her all primed, Jelena. When will you pull the trigger, Jelena-girl? 

I start to move my fingers again, deep inside Jodi, wiggling them all over, in and out, curling them evilly and scratching around inside her, frantically massaging her G-spot. At the same time I take Jodi's clitty completely into my mouth, give it another good tongue-lashing and suck and suck and suck.

That does it for Jodi. Here goes our girl! Water splashes out of the tub as she kicks her legs around me. Oh, please, please Jodi. Don't rip my hair right out of my head! Oh, I know, ladies, she's not meaning to, but I've got her pretty much suffering total loss of control now. Her ass is bouncing on the ledge. With my mouth still fastened firmly to her cunt, like a leech, Jodi's hands tangled in my long, blonde hair, I sorta bob in the water like a cork as Jodi bounces. More water is splashing out of my tub. What silly bone-head started all this activity in this tub without draining the water down to some safe level? You, Jelena. That would be you. Old Mrs. Tomilson, who's bedroom wall is up against my bathroom wall is probably getting an earful as Jodi screams.

"Oh, Jelena-girl!" she yells. "Hot mother-fuckin' shit! How mother-fuckin' good that feels!"

I make a mental note to ask Jodi about her language. I'll point out, 'Hey, witchy-woman, you kiss me with that mouth!' 

But I can't talk now! My mouth is too full of sweet, sweet pussy.

Gush! Slurp! Gush! Kiss! Slurp! Jodi's cunt pumps me out a stream of pussy-cream, then another. Be assured, ladies, I don't let any go to waste. Jodi's offerings are so delicious. I gobble sweet pussy-honey. I lick for more! If this bathtub was empty and Jodi filled the whole tub with her cum-juice, and the way her cunt is pumping out the cream it looks as if she probably could do it, I'd lap it all up!

Then, without saying a word, Jodi and I accomplish something you would think we would have had to practice over and over to get it right. I wait 'til I feel Jodi go limp, her hands loosen the iron grip she's had on my hair. The grip she used to hold my head tight against her pussy in the unlikely event I planned on moving it! I slide back from Jodi and manage to turn myself around in the tub. At that same exact moment as I'm doing that, Jodi lets herself slide down off the ledge, back into the warm water. She slides down the slippy back of my tub, back to where she was sitting originally, throws her arms around me, takes two handfuls of my titties, and pulls me to her. All this action happens in a split-second, virtually simultaneously. Without a word being spoken.

My ass gets a rough caress, sliding over my ducks stuck on the bottom of the tub, and, once again, I'm cuddled between Jodi's legs, leaning back, resting on her wonderful boobs.

Jodi holds me there tightly, kissing my head over and over as she shakes and shudders. "Jelena, Jelena, my sexy Jelena-girl!" She says my name over and over and over.

I take a moment to reach out and start the hot water running to replace all that Jodi and I splashed out onto my floor. Good thing we laid down some towels! I twist my head to kiss Jodi so she can enjoy her sweetness on my lips. She sighs into my mouth in contentment. I compliment myself. Good job, Jelena. Fucking' good job! 

Jodi hugs me tighter. She's still shaking and I think cum-thrills are still hitting her. She releases my lips and her head sinks down on my shoulder.

"My lovely Jelena. My sweet, sweet baby-girl." She's purring in my ear between body-jerks. Then the killer. "Jelena, my darling."

Irritably, I twist the hot water tap to off. Fuck it! I'm sick of fighting it, at least for tonight. I'm just so happy for this lovely woman having such pleasure. I am so proud I was able to give it to her. I'm deriving enormous pleasure from her pleasure. I've only known Jodi for a few hours now but my heart, that's right ladies, my heart, is literally bursting with affection for her.

I twist my head around to give Jodi more kisses. I answer her in kind. "I love how you cum, Jodi, my lovely, lovely Jodi. I just love how you kiss me and squeeze me and hold me, honey. Use me to ride your cum right to the end."

There. I've given it up. At least for tonight. I said it right-out-loud. I called her lovely. I called her mine. I used the dreaded L-word. All out loud so Jodi can hear me. 

Do I have any plausible deniability? Well, her name is Jodi. So no problem there. And there's no denying that she is lovely. So no problem there, much. But adding the possessive, - 'my' - before her name? Out loud, so she can hear it? As opposed to just thinking it? I don't know, Jelena-girl.

And for possibly the first time since I was 15-years-old I used the L-word. Sure, I stopped short before I went all the way and told Jodi that I 'loved' her, herself, the person, but, you know, ladies, I think I just might. Be in love with her, that is. All in the space of a few hours. Is such a thing even possible?

Leastways, I'm willing to admit, and I do admit, that I love the way she makes me feel. And, as at least one girl tried to make me believe one time, loving the way someone makes you feel is just a pubic hair away from actually loving that someone. 

I recall I had laughed out loud when the pussy I'd had that night had come out with that observation. Now, here, tonight, all-of-a-sudden it doesn't seem so silly.

Jodi used the phrase, 'my lovely Jelena'. She called me 'hers'. And she called me 'her darling'. 

You liked that, didn't you, Jelena-girl? You've surrendered to certain 'feelings' now, haven't you, Jelena? Tell the ladies. How did you 'feel' when Jodi called you 'her darling'?

All right! I admit it! A pre-Jodi Jelena would've said, fuck it. But I 'loved' it. You did, didn't you, Jelena? It sounded great and it 'felt' great. 

But, Jelena, really, Jelena, now be sober and serious. You can't truthfully say that Jodi is 'yours' right now, can you? Even if you stretch the point and say she's 'yours' for tonight, what about tomorrow and the next day. Oh, yeah, right. You never think of tomorrow or the next day or the day after that in the same context as whatever pussy is currently in your bed. But somehow, some way, in some mysterious, witchy-woman way, Jodi's changed everything, hasn't she? Jodi's caused all things to be all different all of a sudden. Hasn't she, Jelena? Suddenly, tomorrow and the next day and the next do have meaning when you think about them in connection with Jodi.

If all this is true, questions now become, Jelena, a) do you want to make Jodi 'yours'? For more than just tonight? And b) Can you make Jodi 'yours'? Is such a thing even possible? Be honest, Jelena. The answer to a), at this exact split-second in time at least, is a big, resounding, yes! Isn't it?

Now, follow my thinking here, ladies, if you can, because, as you know, my thoughts are plenty fuzzy right now. I hope I can make sense out of this. For you all and for me both. If the answer to the first question, a), remains 'yes', even after Jodi leaves here and goes back to her own life, and hopefully my thinking clears up and I study on the problem a while with a clear brain, then the next questions now become, a), what do I have to do to make it happen? And the second question is just a variation on b) above. Is is even possible and do I have what it takes to do it? Am I ready, willing and able to to whatever is necessary, anything and everything necessary, to make the answer to the second question 'yes' as well?

Confused, ladies? Join the club.

Let's see if my Jodi-induced, scatter-brain can communicate my new problem a little clearer.

Jelena, do you want to make yourself Jodi's girl? Beyond tonight?

Yes!

Jelena, do you know how to accomplish that?

No!

And, most important, Jelena. Do you think, after all these years of 'your lifestyle', when you find out the answer as to what it takes, do you, girl, have what it takes? To have a woman? To be her woman?

I have no idea.

But I have come to one conclusion.

I asked you all earlier if any of you knew if there was a place like AA that I could go to get rid of unwanted 'feelings'.

Well, ladies. Forget that. I've decided I like these new 'feelings' and wanna keep 'em! I wanna roll the dice, go with these new 'feelings' although I'm aware that I'm courting a lot of risk. Obviously, of course, if I proceed with whatever plan I come up with to make myself 'Jodi's girl', I risk Jodi's rejection. Maybe, despite her lovely words she doesn't want me! Maybe they were just cum-words! But also my whole existence as, Jelena, callous bitch without a heart, is at risk.

So, now help me ladies, if I wanna make Jodi mine, (and me, hers) do any of you know if there is any place I can go to learn how to do that? How to deal with these mysterious (to me) new 'feelings'? I wouldn't have any idea how to make a woman 'mine'. I've spent my lifetime, - well, since my first masturbation cum anyway, at 12 and my first girlfriend dumping me when I was 15 - trying to not let girls get 'close' to me. To literally urge them to leave and not bug me. All so as to not get involved. To avoid dreaded 'commitment'. So as not to put anything on the line for some other girl to maybe be able to hurt me.

No, I preferred to maybe be a callous bitch - so I've been told - and maybe hurt some other girl rather than risk being hurt myself.

Of course, I didn't deliberately try to hurt them. As I've tried to explain to you all a couple times during the course of this narrative, over the years I've tried very hard not to give any girls any unrealistic expectations so that I wouldn't have to hurt them.

So now, after an adult lifetime of more than a few years of pushing women away from me, after the sex, how on earth do I turn around and try to keep one woman near me? I realize that I don't have a clue. I'm very confused. Too much is happening, too quickly.

And, while you're at it, Jelena, why don't you go all the way and admit the truth to the ladies now? And, more importantly, to yourself. Some of the ladies already know the truth, probably, anyway. But some other of the ladies might even think, the way you talk about silly, wimpy, pussy-girls that you're a little misogynistic. But you aren't really, are you? 

No, come clean with the whole truth now. You just talk harshly about certain girls who seem to fall in love easily and put them down because, secretly, you envy them their feelings, isn't that right, Jelena? You, very secretly, wish you could fall in love too, don't you Jelena? You are really getting tired of the persona of tough, callous bitch, only-out-for-sex, Jelena and you're sick and tired of being lonely. Isn't that right, Jelena? Using sex as a substitute for love is getting to be no longer enough. Your problem is that you've always lacked the guts to admit it and do something about it. Right, Jelena? You're too afraid of being hurt, like you've seen some girls, not afraid to own up to their feelings, get hurt. Like you were hurt once at 15. Jelena, you're too afraid of being hurt again. You're too afraid that some girl, somewhere, might tease you or laugh at you or, heaven forbid, reject you. Truth is, Jeleana, is the silly, mushy, wimpy, pussy-girl that you've always looked down upon, the girl you've denigrated to the ladies all night, is really you. Isn't it, Jelena? You've been too much of a silly and mushy and wimpy, pussy-girl to be willing to admit the simple fact that you've had feelings all along. 




Jelena Meets Jodi Ch. 05



I sigh. To quote some more 'Eagles' lyrics. 'All the things I thought I knew, I have to learn again.'

Oooh, ladies, speaking of hurting, my head hurts. These new 'feelings' combined with heavy-duty thinking about these 'feelings' are hard on a girl's brain. What little functioning brain I've got left.

But, I think I've made a good start and I've come up with one answer, I believe. We can scratch that question about where can I go to learn to deal with my new 'feelings'. And where I can find out what I have to do to make Jodi 'mine'.

I've got a wonderful, warm 'feeling' that the best teacher in the universe to teach me these things and probably many, many other things I don't know yet, is very close by.

After all, 'my' Jodi, my teacher, is right here, holding me in her arms.

Wish me luck, please ladies. I'm very afraid. I think I'm in love.