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Jenni's Senseless Delight Ch. 01

By: herrhook



Jenni's Senseless Delight [part 1 of 12]


[Inspired by an e-mail from JenniGee: "Hmmmm... a story where a guy called Hook invites an innocent li'l girl called Jenni around to his place while his wife is out, and fucks the poor li'l girl senseless, much to her delight... Hmmmm....Giggles...."] 

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My wife, Lee, and I had checked in to the hotel in France after a long flight over the "pond." We had been under considerable stress at work and with each other, were eager to get started on our long-overdue vacation, and had just taken a short nap to clear the jet-lag cobwebs from our brains. Awakening, Lee showered, dressed and left for a spa appointment already arranged. I had just gotten out of the shower and walked into the adjoining bedroom dripping wet. I walked over to open the bedroom window and noticed our next-door neighbor, Mrs. Jenni Gee, whom we had met upon checking in, stretched out on a lawn chair getting some sun at the courtyard pool. What caught my attention was the very fact that Mrs. Gee was wearing nothing with the exception of a pair of sunglasses. Jenni is a very beautiful and voluptuous 30-something woman and being your typical, athletic, 60+ gentleman, as I stood admiring Jenni Gee stretched out naked, my cock began to respond independently as it throbbed before hardening to a full erection. 

I should perhaps explain that meeting up with Jenni was hardly a coincidence. Jenni was an accomplished, if feisty, writer of erotic literature and she and I had been exchanging e-mails for months. The teasing had been intense and it was obvious that while our mates considered us rather ordinary, there were incendiary sparks between Jenni and me. When the opportunity finally arose, we arranged to co-ordinate our vacations, though she already lived in France, while we had a long air trip. 

It was at this moment that I realized if I was able to see Jenni, it meant Jenni was able to see me as well. I tried to respond by stepping away from the window, then noticed her picking up her cell-phone and knew what was going to happen. In the split second that immediately followed, I hoped that it was simply by chance that my room phone was ringing and that it wasn't a divine, but perturbed Mrs. Gee who was calling. While all of this was happening, another part of me was almost hoping that Jenni was phoning to let me know that she was enjoying her first view of me as much as I was enjoying my first view of her. 

When I answered the phone, it was Jenni Gee on the line, but she didn't mention anything about me being nude or me having admired my view of her. She calmly stated that she was becoming overly warm and wondered if I couldn't be a dear and go down to the hotel kitchen and get a glass of something cool for her. Without having the chance to say a word, Jenni hung up on me and waved her hand toward my window before putting down her phone. I slipped into a pair of jogging shorts and did as she wanted. With mission accomplished, I sauntered out to the pool and handed her a frosty Tom Collins, with my eyes locked onto her erect nipples. She thanked me for the drink and, after she took a sip, said she had a gift for me; but if I wanted, I was welcome to exchange it for something else I might appreciate more. 

Upon completing her opening sentence, Jenni Gee spread her legs and revealed that she was actually a true brunette, as the tiny vee-shaped patch of pubic hair just above her vaginal opening did not match the blonde hair on her head. Jenni smiled and commented that, despite it being our first meeting in person, it wasn't necessary for us to be so polite and formal. The momentary awkwardness over, and without her saying another word, I dropped to my knees and licked at one of Jenni's erect nipples before taking it into my mouth. My actions caused Jenni to laugh, as she exclaimed that she felt we knew each other well enough that there wasn't any need for much foreplay and then emphasized her point by pushing my head to her glistening and inviting pubes. 

I decided not to resist and did as she wanted as I pressed my lips to the lips of her pussy. And while I wasn't really sure of what to expect, I was a bit shocked when this wonderfully funny, sexy, and adult woman made noises not unlike that of the girls in my son's school as she moaned, "Oh god," repeatedly as my tongue licked up and down her vaginal opening, using the whole array of tongue lashings learned over four-score years of experience. One thing that was distinctly different was when Jenni experienced her first climax. She screamed as if she was being sexually assaulted and then ejaculated a huge jet of love honey, the sweetest of nature's nectars. This was a total surprise to me as, while I've seen similar ejaculation from my wife and a few other conquests, the release was usually nothing more than a trickling stream and totally unlike the spray I had experienced. The folds of Jenni's pussy were swollen at this point, which made my efforts a whole lot easier. From Jenni's continued moans and gasps, I knew that she was enjoying every moment of what I was doing. In between licks of her pussy, I attempted to also fuck her pussy using my rolled tongue. This caused Jenni to beg me to lick her clitoris and to use my fingers in her pussy. Jenni had her legs over my shoulders at this point and I worried that other residents might have heard what was happening. A quick look around confirmed we had not attracted any attention and Jenni calmed my fears as she said that my window was the only one that had a clear view to our portion of the poolyard...And beside, she had "taken care of" the hotel staff already. 

As I continued to lick Jenni's clitoris while finger-fucking her, she continued to moan and gasp as if she was a virgin having her first sexual encounter. Jenni continued to have one climax after another every few minutes, until her eyes rolled toward the top of her head and she became nearly senseless. I finally stopped after nearly 30 minutes - not for lack of enjoying the wonderfully tasty treat on display; my jaws got tired. I pushed down my jogging shorts and replaced my tongue and fingers with my erect and pulsating cock. I was a bit surprised by how incredible it felt as my penis slipped in and out of Jenni's buttery soft pussy. I'm not sure if it was the excitement I felt at actually experiencing the exquisite body of this remarkable and talented woman or the circumstances of the lovemaking, as I climaxed after only about ten minutes, one spent gent! 

I rested on top of Jenni and after a bit of kissing, she laughingly said I had finished too quickly as she motioned for me to withdraw my semi-erect penis from her pussy. I did as Jenni wanted and was rewarded with a blowjob, as Jenni took my softening penis into her mouth and began doing her magic. It didn't take long before my cock hardened to a new erection and was ready for more. As Jenni released me from her talented mouth and got on all fours, I knew immediately what she wanted and positioned myself behind her. After a few preliminary licks over her pussy and tiny rosebud, I slid in easily and began fucking her doggie style. Jenni moaned for me to fuck her harder and I did as she wanted, but after several minutes, Jenni instructed for me to reach around and rub her clitoris while I continued to fuck her. I brought Jenni to an orgasm as intense as the first one she had while I licked her pussy, as she collapsed on the lounger. 

Jenni then moaned for me to do something I had never done, as she invited me to fuck her ass. She begged me to go easy as she didn't really care that much for the experience, but that she wanted us to have the total experience with each other. If I had thought Jenni Gee had a tight pussy, her ass was even tighter. With her smooth skin and nicely rounded hips, it truly felt as if I was fucking a virgin. Jenni moaned that I was killing her, even though I used plenty of oil and went slowly, but said she didn't care, and thrust back at me for the full penetrating treatment; the sensations were exquisite! This wasn't the end, however. as Jenni had me withdraw and fuck her ass again in the missionary position. With Jenni's legs brushing her sensitive breasts, I continued fucking her in her ass while she rubbed at her clitoris with one hand, while fingering her pussy with the other hand. Jenni experienced yet another intense orgasm and this time, I wasn't to be very far behind. She sensed my orgasm was nearing as she pushed me away, dipped my cock in her Collins glass, and took it into her mouth. Jenni didn't have to wait long as I spewed my load of sperm into her mouth within minutes of her beginning to suck on me. "Unusually fine Collins," she said with a big grin. 

Jenni Gee and I rested a moment before jumping into the pool to clean up. Afterward, we reclothed and strolled back into the hotel, where I was to meet Lee after her spa treatment and Jenni was to meet her husband, Jonathon, who was arriving late. We arranged another rendezvous for the next day, which would involve a bit of deception and involvement between Lee and Jon. But that's a story for another time. 

I can only say at this point that Jenni is even better, 'up close and personal', than in cyberspace. Needless to say, we were both delighted with our new and personal relationship. I'm looking forward to our next tryst, eager to fuck Jenni senseless again, and wonder whether she will use our pairing as the basis for one of her stories? 

Jenni's Senseless Delight Part 2 [part 2 of 12]

In which the plot progresses, with moderate sexual deviations. 

DAY ONE - RECAP You will recall that my wife, Lee, and I had checked in to the hotel in France after a long flight over the "pond." We had been under considerable stress at work and with each other, were eager to get started on our long-overdue vacation, and had just taken a short nap to clear the jet-lag cobwebs from our brains. Lee had left for a spa appointment and I noticed Jenni Gee sunbathing by the pool in the all-together. Since we had been corresponding by e-mail for some time, and had arranged our vacations to coincide, we got physically acquainted very quickly and discovered a compatibility that screamed for even more variations. 

Jenni and I had rested a moment after our initially intense fuck session before jumping into the pool to clean up. Afterward, we reclothed and strolled back into the hotel, where I was to meet Lee after her spa treatment and Jenni was to meet her husband, Jonathon, who was arriving late. We arranged another rendezvous for the next day, which would involve a bit of deception and involvement between Lee and Jon. 

DAY ONE " COMPLETED 

Back in my room, Lee had still not returned, so I decided to go down to the spa to meet her and perhaps share a Tom Collins at the bar. Getting directions from the bilingual staff, I entered the spa area through frosted glass doors and addressed the attractive young receptionist at the appointment desk: Est-ce que, manque, vous m'excusez pourriez me dire si Madam Lee a accompli son traitement" 

With a beaming smile, the girl replied in nearly unaccented English, "I am sorry, sir, Madam Lee requested the special wrap and will remain with us yet another hour. Do you care to wait here for madam" I can offer you a delicious vegetable drink." 

Thanking her for the offer, and politely declining, I asked her to tell Madam Lee that I would meet her in the hotel bar when she finished. I had an idea about the next day's activities with Jenni, wanted to make some initial arrangements, and quickly left to find a taxi. 

An hour later, a taxi returned me to the hotel, where I found Lee just settling onto a barstool. I took a moment to admire the sight of this thin, but nicely stacked blonde with the glowing skin. It appeared that she had had her hair highlighted also, and her sparkling blue eyes completed the picture as she turned to acknowledge my approach: "Hi, honey, I'm sorry I took so long. What have you been doing to keep busy?" 

"Oh, I just took a refreshing dip in the hotel pool - fantastic experience, really," as I remembered my first encounter with the naughtily erotic Jenni Gee, - and then popped out to the local tour bus agency that the concierge recommended." 

"So, you dear man," she said with a moue of her lips in my direction, "what have you arranged for us" Something exciting and educational, I hope?" 

"Well, for our first day out, I thought the vineyard tour would be nice. There are several stops that will be familiar to you from our favorite wines back home. And one place is a Champagne producer! A good thing we will have a bus driver to bring us back, as I plan to liberally sample these fine grapes. And, if I know you, I imagine I'll have a few cases of their product to haul back as well. Oh, by the way, Lee, remember that woman we met yesterday while checking in, Jenni Gee?" 

"Yes I do, you naughty man, and I remember you didn't miss much of her lush young body during the introductions either." 

"Never mind that, my dear; and why would I want sample her appetizers when there will be a 'full meal' in our room later? Anyway, I happened to run into her on the way out of the tour agency and it turns out that she and her husband, Jonathon, are also signed up to go. They live in a part of France that has no convenient vineyards and also want to stock up on some good wines. This will be even better because, though you remember that Jenni is English, she and Jonathon have lived in this country a few years and are fluent French speakers. I'd imagine we will get some inside information that the other tourists won't get!" 

"Well, dear, I certainly don't begrudge you the "eye-candy" opportunity, though she seems young enough to be your daughter. I did rather like her myself and, after my spa treatment today, am in a rather outgoing mood. I wonder if her Jonathon is as handsome as you were at that age?" She said with a grin that softened the barbed comment. 

"Tsk, tsk," I responded, "you should be ashamed; still 'robbing the cradle' at your age," delivered with an equally large grin. "Now, finish up your Tom Collins - don't they make good ones here? - and we can probably get in a quickie in our room before our dinner reservations at eight." 

I won't go into detail about the pre-dinner warm-ups. Suffice to say that my wife is usually a once-a-month creature, while I would prefer twice-a-day. Since it had been a month for her, now, and considering all the squeezing, rubbing and exotic creams and oils to which she had been subjected in the spa, her libido matched my own. My "twice-a-day quota" was easily fulfilled, first with Jenni and now with Lee, and we both had a leisurely soak in the en suite Jacuzzi after our "workout". Can there be a better way to keep the body in fighting trim? 

Dinner in the hotel dining room was more than adequate. The atmosphere was cozy, the decor of a sort to encourage excesses of all varieties " the erotic figures woven into the draperies doing there part to stimulate bodily juices " and the hostess could have been the twin of the spa receptionist, so curvy and bubbly was she in making us welcome. Hmmm, perhaps there are further opportunities here on this trip" But for the moment, relax in the company of a sexy, elegant dinner companion, and enjoy French cuisine. I must remark on a few of the delightful offerings, as they contributed mightily to the overall, sensual repast. 

First, to celebrate the occasion, I instructed the barman in the making of a "Whisper of a Kiss," a cocktail that Lee and I had become fond of in New Orleans. All the ingredients are mixed together in a cocktail shaker and poured into a cocktail glass: 1-1/2 oz. bourbon; 3/4 oz. apricot liqueur; 1/2 teaspoon freshly squeezed lemon juice; 1 teaspoon grenadine. I thought of Jenni"s lips as we sipped the cocktails. Then, thinking of the week ahead, and the demands to be imposed upon my (sexual) systems, I considered the menu offerings. 

Do you know what salmon, champagne, mushrooms and chocolate have in common" Yes, I know you can eat them but does anything else come to mind" Ok, I'll let you in on the secret; they have been (maybe still are") considered aphrodisiacs. The word, from the Greek goddess Aphrodite, goddess of love, designates a food that is thought to have the ability to stimulate or activate sexual desire in whomever eats it. Move over Viagra, here comes chocolate! In any case, the belief that certain foods arouse sexual desire is centuries old. Romans believed that arugula enhanced male sexual power and planted it all around statues of the Greek god Priapus, who apparently controlled that function. The Aztecs believed that the avocado held mystical romantic powers. 

When I researched aphrodisiac foods through the centuries, four categories of foods became apparent. Category I encompasses food from animals with a reputation for great sexual activity, like the salmon. The fish travels hundreds of miles, jumps rapids and swims upriver just to get back home and breed (only in my case, this fish swam the Atlantic). In category II, are foods with a sensual, even sexual texture: Oysters, figs, mushrooms and passion fruit are notable examples (mmm, I love soft, drippy things in my mouth). Category III foods are aphrodisiacs because of shape: bananas, eggplants, carrots, aspargus, cucumbers and sausages (hmmm, I wonder if"no, no, couldn"t possibly fit). Category IV is one of my favorites. These delicacies are chosen based on rarity and cost ~ Champagne, caviar, foie gras and the best quality chocolate (one could almost make a complete meal here. Perhaps we should add Jenni to the list"). 

Thus, we had the basic building blocks to compose a seductive supper. Food as an aphrodisiac has got to be a French invention! Needless to say, we ordered food from each category to stoke the internal fires of passion. 

While waiting for our meal to be prepared, we had a very nice Cairanne ~ Cotes du Rhone-Villages wine to go with a cow's milk cheese from the Savoie region of France, Tomme Crayeuse. This is a mild delicate cheese. Its texture reminds me of a Danish Havarti, as it has a buttery, grassy flavor with an undertone of citrus - not to be missed if you can find it in your travels. The wine leaves the sensation of syrup; the combination of cheese behaving like salted butter mixed with the red fruits of the wine is truly a gustative delight. 

The meal lived up to our highest expectations and, thus sated, we decided to turn in for some much-needed sleep (thankful for the afternoon nap that had inoculated us from the dreaded 'jet-lag virus'). 

DAY TWO - The Tour 

The day dawned like one of those sparkling French days, all bubbly with promise, like Champagne just uncorked. Temps were mild, with a forecast leaning toward an afternoon heat spell. Casual clothing was in order for the bus tour of the vineyards. Hook opted for a short-sleeved button-down shirt, lightweight cargo pants with zip-away lower legs to convert to shorts if needed, and a light Gore-Tex, jacket. Lee decided on very lightweight slacks which, she knew, in certain light conditions, became transparent. A tube top and a loose-fitting cover-up completed the ensemble. Both wore comfortable shoes for the expected walking about at the vineyards. 

Fifteen minutes early, they arrived in the lobby, where three other couples were already gathered, waiting. Jenni and Jon were not yet there. A few minutes later, the bus pulled up and the doors opened. Off jumped a wiry Frenchman, with a tiny mustache, a beret, and very muscular arms. His tan suggested he was out of doors quite a bit, an impression reinforced by his sun-bleached brown hair. He had a clipboard in hand and announced, "Mesdames et messieurs, veuillez écouter moi. C'est l'excursion de vigne. Comme je donne lecture vos noms, entrez dans l'autobus. And for those speaking English only, this is the vineyard tour, please enter the bus as I call out your names." 


Jenni's Senseless Delight Ch. 01



When our names were called, we entered and took seats near the rear, since our hotel seemed to be the last pickup point. Still no Jenni and Jon. The "beret" climbed aboard and announced, "Votre attention s'il vous plais. M. et Mme Gee, sont-ils d'abord?" No answer. Lee and I just shrugged, but at that moment Jon and Jenni raced up to the bus, out of breath, and clearly upset with one another. They checked in with "beret" and made their way back toward us. Jenni, with a smile of recognition, pulled Jon into the seats behind us. After quick introductions, Jon suggested that we swivel our seats around so we would all four be facing one another. This was handily accomplished and we settled in as the bus roared off with only a few vibrations betraying its age. 

The seating arrangements were ideal, from my point of view. Jenni had opted for culottes, that peculiar skirt-pant combination that offers the promise of an up skirt peek with the security of shorts. Her legs were divine, and I recalled how they felt during our frenzied fuck of the previous day at the pool. Smooth and firm; the epitome of young womanhood. Those legs were only outdone by the swelling mounds of palest ivory peeping out from her peasant blouse" You know, the ones with the large armholes that provide additional peeks of forbidden territory." Damn, by the looks of those bumps up front, the young tease was either braless or her bra was mere gossamer. In either event, little support against gravity was in evidence or needed. All in all a perfect picture to accompany a long trip. 

Finally, Jenni spoke first. She explained their lateness in almost missing the tour, by saying that "He," here pointing at her husband, "forgot to charge the batteries for the digital camera. We had to stop in the gift store for more batteries, and then were stuck behind this great pig of a woman who could not seem to find the right shade of lipstick - as if that would help her face any - and insisted that the clerk ignore the rest of the customers in helping her. If I hadn't 'accidentally' stepped on her bunioned feet, so that she had to go sit down, we would still be there!" We all laughed at the predicament and Jenni's unique 'diplomatic' skills in solving it. 

With the ice broken, we chatted away with each other, exchanging personal details, descriptions of house and neighborhood, comments on friends and relations and, generally having a delightful time. Four more compatible people could not have existed, such was the rapport achieved. 

By the second stop, we were all fast friends, laughing and chatting together in a combination of English, French, and American. Both jenni and Lee seemed eager to take every occasion to arch their backs, bringing their 36Cs into prominent consideration by the males present. Both have beautiful breasts, as I can personally testify, and I think the sensitive breasts possessed by both women are a perfect handful and mouthful, with bullet hard luscious nipples that I could, and have, sucked on and stroked for our enjoyment. As the bus pulled into the vineyard parking lot, there was a loud CLANG, the bus shuddered to a stop, and black smoke swirled briefly around the rear windows. As we exited the bus, "beret" told the group that the tour would continue as scheduled, but that there would be opportunity for a refreshing lunch of pate, cheese, fresh bread and wine. By the time we had finished with the tour, making any purchases and the lunch, he hoped that the bus would be again safe to continue. 

The wines were excellent and as the group crowded around to here the owners expounding on the grapes, harvesting and blending techniques, and the like, I was able to covertly rub my hand up under Jenni's culottes and feel the warmth and softness of her thighs. Though there was not going to be any verbal conversation right now, we could see the mutual hunger in each other's eyes. 

After making our purchases and stowing them in the bus, we spoke with 'beret', who told us that a new part was being motored out, and the bus should be ready in a few hours. Unfortunately, this would necessitate skipping the last vineyard, but the Agency would pick up the expense of the lunch in recompense. 

The lunch was pleasant; we sat under some ancient trees and gazed out over the rows of grapevines stretching to the near distance. Conversation was again pleasant among the four of us and when we finished, Jonathon suggested we walk out a ways among the vines to a small orchard to settle our meal. We were all in agreement and proceeded on our way, having informed 'beret' where we would be in case repairs were effected early. 

Reaching the orchard after a short uphill walk, we sat down on the shaded grass to relax. It was so peaceful that we lay on our backs, the couples about six feet apart, and remarked what a wonderful day it had been. Jenni, the keeper of the camera at this point, took a few candids of us. Lee and I asked her to take one of us in a romantic pose. I stood and faced Lee. Our eyes met and we kissed deeply with our tongues swirling in each other's mouth and each of us hearing the other's moans and grunts of a building sexual explosion. Our hands began to explore each other's body. At the time, we were unaware that Lee's trim body was revealed to the others by the angle of the sun. With my food hunger assuaged, and a different hunger building, my hands hungrily held her tight, rubbing my chest against hers and both of us grinding our crotches together. We sank back to a sitting position, entwined, and noticed that jenni and Jonathon were likewise engaged. That peasant blouse was getting a full workout too, by the looks of things, and Jenni's moans matched Lees as I slid my hand into her pants and started to ease the tube top down. 

All of us were fully engaged with our own partner, yet staring fixedly at what the others were doing. As more and more female flesh was revealed, the breathing became ragged, male shirts came off and female fingers began to go for the men's flies. 

My cock was quite hard and Lee could feel it pressing against. The moans and groans now were louder and hungrier as her hands worked down my body to find my engorged stiffness. My hands completed their mission with the tube top and went to her eagerly awaiting breasts. We both stroked each other and moaned in pleasurable unison. Jonathon moved to take off Jenni's blouse and she eagerly raised her hands straight up in the air so that the top came easily off exposing her beautiful tits, then she did the same to his turgid member as Lee was doing to me. 

Now our bare upper bodies were pressed against one another and I was feeling those rock hard nipples against my flesh. She loves to have her nipples rubbed and squeezed hard and I am more than willing to oblige with my fingers, lips, teeth and tongue. I had slid her pants down and now noticed that she had removed her panties also. I heard a slight moan, as she knew where I was going and what I wanted. The excitement of having our new friends watching, and mimicking our passion, was a great turn-on and we soon were all totally nude. 

I moved my hand down into Lee's pubic hair and across her mound to find her slit, wet from her hunger, and slipped a finger into her. She responded with a deeply sexually aroused groan and her eyes rolled back a bit as I penetrated her sweet spot. She had a tight grip on me and matched my finger strokes in her pussy with her hand on my throbbing cock. Just a few feet away, Jenni and Jonathon were performing in an equally splendid fashion. 

Lee pushed down my shorts and they fell to the ground and my hot, hard cock stood out at attention. As I pushed down her shorts my head paused at her hard nipples and I sucked and bit eagerly at those hot peaches (I cannot get enough of her very sensitive breasts). Then, kissing and licking my way down to her eagerly awaiting pussy, I paused and lightly licked and kissed the insides of her thighs, driving her crazy. She was so hot that when I flicked my tongue at her opening and licked her all the way to the top of her clit, she exhaled heavily and emitted an, "Mmmmm, Oohhhhhh," which was echoed by the other pair. She was wet and juicy and I sucked and licked her engorged pussy lips before I drove my tongue deep inside. She moaned with pleasure as I drank in all her juices. I took her clit between my teeth and gently nibbled there and then sucked it into my mouth. I gave her hard love bud all the attention it deserved before going back to sucking and licking the rest of her beautiful pussy. Her breath came in short pants now and she was moaning with pleasure. I pushed my mouth into her as she pushed down harder, grinding against my lips and tongue and exploding into a massive climax. 

All this was watched avidly by Jonathon and Jenni, and Jenni's orgasm followed Lee's closely, as she pulled her knees up to her chest to obtain full peneetration by Jonathon (much as she had done the day befor with me at the pool). 

After basking in the glow for a bit, Lee sat up and moved me to the exact same position that she was in. She knelt down between my spread open legs and began to stroke my cock, while she gave me a devilish smile and licked her lips. She moved in close to lick around the tip of the pulsating member and then consumed it into her mouth. Swirling her tongue, sucking and moving up and down, she was bringing me to the edge and she knew it. 

She stopped, and looked at me, smiling that same devilish smile. She reached out her hand and grasped Jenni's hand in hers, urging her to continue the dual performance. She stood up and straddled me, pausing her dripping pussy over my hard cock. Slowly she descended onto the head, in and out with just the head, a little tease, another moan, Jenni faithfully performing the motion with Jon. Then they both came all the way down to the base of their respective stiff pricks and worked it up and down. Jon and I could reach and fondle our spouse's breasts and pinch and twist her sensitive nipples while they were riding us. 

Abruptly, they both leaned forward as though sisters having performed the maneuver before, and bore down, pushing their clits against our pelvises while squeezing our members with their vaginal muscles. They were driving us crazy and Jon and I both exploded together. We all stayed there on the grass, the women on on top, smiling at one another, hugging and snuggling in the warmth. "Mmmmm". 

In a few moments we heard the bus horn sound. Gathering the clothes stripped away in our heady abandon, we quietly dressed, strolled back down the hill, and somewhat subdued, dropped drowsily into our seats for the trip back to our hotel. 

Jenni's Senseless Delight Part 3 [part 3 of 12]

In which deceit builds on deceit, but the truth will out. Primarily the set-up for Part 4. 

DAY TWO - EVENING 

The four new friends were quiet on the bus back to their hotel. There was much visual information to process and many thoughts to consider. A large threshold had been crossed, and the four wondered, as they met each other's eyes briefly, where their relationship would go next. 

When the bus pulled in under the hotel marquee, the four gathered their bundles and prepared to disembark. As they neared the front, Lee turned to Hook and said, "You know, dear, we have all shared such a wonderful day, it would be a shame not to continue to get to know each other better. Why don't we gather for drinks in our suite in, say, about an hour, and we can chat a bit about things." 

Hook, ever the gregarious one, beamed at his spouse saying, "What a great idea, Lee. What about it you two," to Jon and Jenni, "want to pursue this a bit?" 

Jon started, "Well, I don't know?" but Jenni cut him off with, "Oh come on, Jon, let's not piss off somewhere and get all maudlin. Lee and Hook are just trying to be friendly and, besides, we both liked what happened this afternoon and I'd like to get to know them better. What can a bit of a chat do for harm?" 

"Well...I suppose?" 

"Good, then it's settled. We'll see you two in about an hour, but we insist on bringing a few bottles of our wine over with us." 

THE GAME An Hour Later 

Hook and Lee had a quick shower and called room service for some extra glasses and ice. Hook donned a pair of Chinos with a V-necked sweater and loafers (no socks). Defending the "honor" of the USA, Lee had decided on her blue leather miniskirt with red CFM pumps. A white linen blouse completed the outfit. Interestingly, neither was wearing underwear. Could they have something in mind? They put out a few bottles of wine and some good Scotch that Hook had picked up in the duty free shop at Orly when they arrived the day before. Lee had just finished blowing her hair when the knock came at the door. 

"Hi, you two. Just on time," said Hook expansively, grasping Jon's outstretched hand firmly and ushering them in to the suite. "Lee will be right out." His hand gently caressed Jenni's ass as she passed him, and a delightful ass it was, too, encased in a short pleated skirt, with no visible panty lines. She was dressed entirely in champagne-colored clothing and looked good enough to swallow whole, thought Hook. Actually, the look she gave him was that of a cat with a canary to swallow. Each was wondering how to get past the openers to the main course. 

Lee appeared and air kissing reigned for a moment until all were sorted into chairs or sofa with drinks in hand. After a momentary pause, all four started to speak at once, "It's really nice of..." and all broke into laughter. 

Hook stepped into the vacuum saying, "You know, we have had a great time together today. The late lunch was wonderful, and the "activities" most entertaining. Now that we have taken the first step, and there are few physical appearance secrets among us, what do you say to playing a game to get to know each other a little better?" (says Hook with a gleam in his eye) 

"What sort of game?" say the others simultaneously. 

"Well, despite, or perhaps because of the 'exposure' this afternoon, I was thinking of 'the Naked Truth?' All of us have secrets in our past. It's time to expose them in the name of having a good time. 'I've Never - The Game of Truth' is a classic drinking game. You know, get your friends together, fill the refrigerator with booze, and come clean about what you've done in the sack. And in the Jacuzzi. And on your desk at work. Think of it as Trivial Pursuit, only instead of, say, the Civil War, the facts revolve around what happened between you and Playboy Playmate, Susie Monnalongo or the model, Fabian. What you've done dictates what you have to do; meaning, you drink. A couple of playing guidelines: (1) No lying, and (2) don't get paranoid over the 'answers'. Oh, and there's no rule against playing one-on-one, if you want to continue afterward. So, what do you think?" 

Jon turned to Jenni with a worried look. "Jen, my dearest, do we really want to 'shake the dirty linen', so to speak?" 

Jenni replied, "Jon, we don't have to share EVERYthing, now do we? Why don't we play along and see where this goes. I for one would bloody like to hear what these two haven't done. Besides, it is all in fun, right" 

Lee reaches out and squeezes Jenni"s hand, saying, "Of course, Jenni. Hook and I have played this many times. Worst that happened was a towering headache the next day from all the drink. Come on, dear, let's see how the English do against us Colonials." 

"Well," said Jon, "I suppose we can keep it fun. Do you really want to play, dearest rose of mine?" he says to Jenni. She nods and they turn expectantly toward Hook. 

"OK," says Hook, "the 'I've Never' game works like this. We go in turns, making sexually-related statements about things you have never done (but may have wanted to). For the others, you have to drink a shot if you did the thing that the person says they never did. And remember, no lying or evading the truth. A good type of question to get the ball rolling is, "I've never slept with a woman with the lights on." Jon, why don't you start us off, then Lee, myself and Jenni will follow in that order." 

Jon: "OK, I have one; I've never slept with a woman with...her shoes on." (Laughter, and then the other three all drink. Well, well, now isn't THAT interesting) 

Lee: "I've never had sex with more than...uhm...8 people watching." (hesitantly, Jenni drinks) 

Hook: "Hmmm; hard to top that one. Well, I've never masturbated to ejaculation with more than one woman watching." (Jon and Jenni drink; well, well, well!) 

Jenni: "I've never made love to a man and woman at the same time." (I guess holding hands with Lee while being screwed by your husband in the vineyard doesn't count) 

Jon: "I've never held a man's cock." (Jenni and Lee drink) 

Lee: Mischievously, "I've never licked a woman's butt." (The other three drink. Curiouser and curiouser) 

Hook: "Alright, let's see; uhm, I've never done a chick in an Orly airport (outside Paris) WC." (Only Jon drinks. Jenni gives him 'the look.') 

Jenni: Somewhat angrily, "I've never picked up an illegal alien at Disneyland Paris to take home and choke me while I touch myself." (Only Jon drinks again) 

Jon: Testily, glaring at Jenni, "I've never completely passed out having sex." (Lee drinks. Are those little beads of sweat on your brow, Jon?) 

Lee: "I've never passed out deep-throating a cock." (Jenni drinks. She shrugs, saying, "First time.") 

Hook: "I've never titty-fucked a woman to completion." (Jon drinks, with a large smile and glances at Jenni) 

Jenni: "I've never been made airtight." (Jon and Hook smirk, but Lee looks puzzled, so Jenni explains: "It's when you take a cock in each of your three holes at the same time, dear." Lee looks flushed, but doesn't drink) 

[Pay attention, folks, this gets tricky. You have to keep track of the answers...] 

Jon: "I've never been videotaped or photographed having sex." (The other three drink, grinning at Jon) 

Lee: Looking at Jenni, "I've never been videotaped or photographed having sex with a man." (Jenni drinks while smirking back at Lee. Jon looks perturbed) 

Hook: "This is easy; I've never been in a porn movie." (Jenni drinks. Jon just stares - are we still learning something new?) 

Jenni: "I've never had a real orgasm while being photographed." (Lee and Hook drink. Ah, ha! Was it with each other? Wait, Lee's answer in this round means she orgasmed with a...OMG!) 

Jon: "I almost wish I hadn't started that last round. OK, so...let's see...I've never, uhm, buggered anyone or been buggered." (The other three drink, with Jenni grimacing at Hook) 

Lee: "I've never buggered a man." (Hook drinks. John looks upset. Lee smiles sweetly at him and mouths, 'dildo.' Jon looks shocked.) 

Hook: "I've never used anal beads." (Jenni and Lee drink. Jon and Hook each raise an eyebrow) 

Jenni: "I've never tried more than one ben wa balls." (Lee drinks, while rubbing a hand over her groin and moaning. The others laugh; Jon looks thoughtful) 

****About 12 drinks and outrageous statements later**** 

Jon: Slightly slurred, with a leer, "I've never had sex with Hook's wife." (Hook drinks) 

Lee: Looking directly at Jenni, "I've never had sex with Jon's wife." (Jon and Hook drink - aha, gets a bit tricky her, doesn't it? Lee eyes Hook with a strange gleam in her eye; Hook wonders where that statement came from. Does Lee perchance also have designs on young Jenni?) 

Hook: Thoughtfully, "Ahhh, let's see, I've never thought about having sex with Jon." (The two women drink. Hmmm, wonder what else they're thinking?) 

Jenni: Hesitantly, "I've never had a four-some." (The others all drink. Now this is interesting; with one of her previous answers, does this mean Jenni has done a MMF? Or a FFF?) 

Jon: Staring at Lee, "I've never fucked an American girl." (Hook and Jenni drink. Whoa, this is getting hot!) 




Jenni's Senseless Delight Ch. 01



Lee: Staring back, "I've never French-kissed or sucked a Frenchman." (Jenni drinks. Are we getting closer?) 

Hook: Looking first to Lee and then to Jenni, "I've never done a '69' with an English rose." (Jon and Lee drink. Hook looks surprised, thinking, 'now where did she....' The stakes just increased!) 

Jenni: Flushed and nervous, "I've never been tied down and tormented until I was sexually senseless." (Lee and Hook drink, with a knowing look at each other. Hmmm, could this get more interesting?) 

Seems as though all the cards are now on the table. The players sit frozen, silently looking around the circle, hoping, wondering who is going to reach first for the pot. There is plenty to risk, and much to gain here. All are on vacation. They are relatively anonymous in the population. Desires have been indirectly expressed, and another opportunity like this may never come knocking again. What to do? How and in what order to do it? What will your mate think? And for Jenni and Hook, no longer secret lovers, what will their mates think if they take the plunge again; this time for all to observe? 

So, dear reader, how do we do this? Chalk it up to the demon drink and, in an excess of conscience, forget what's been said and done? Not likely, given that we both know why you visit this site. OK, then, perhaps our protagonists will opt for the semi-safe separate bedrooms, with different partners. Or is the temperature high enough to set off a mass 'grope for the gold?' Then again, there might be a joker in the deck! Remember those nubile staff members? Let me know your preferences, your desires, your fears, your hopes, and I will ask our four friends if they can accommodate you, as they move into Day Two - the evening. Oh, and VOTE to see more. 

Jenni's Senseless Delight Part 4 [part 4 of 12]

Will our fab four get it on together? How much did playing 'I've Never - The Game of Truth' affect their libidos? Author's Note: Despite a request for suggestions about what to ask our fab 4 to do next, most of you were too shy to respond. Thus, we shall just resume our fly-on-the-wall perspective and allow nature to takes its course. 

Jon, Jenni's English husband, had been reluctant to enter the game with their new friends, Lee and Hook. However, as the drinking progressed, he found that the information he was getting was even better than what he put out. Judging by the number of times Lee had to pop a shot, she seemed to be an experienced sexual animal. And, from the activities in the vineyard (Part 2), he had found out that she, unlike his own wife, was a true blonde, with a fine blonde fur that offered but slight visual obstruction to her prominent lips. A plus was her very well-preserved ass. Not that Jenni's ass was lacking a thing; on the contrary, it was still the best he had ever seen...firm and heart-shaped. No, it was just that Lee's ass had a sort of mature 'confidence' about it that made him get a blasted woody every time she wiggled it at him...which had been quite often since the vineyard incident. It was hard for him to recall if he had ejaculated then into Jenni because her puss was clamping down on him, or whether it was watching Lee's labia sucking at Hook's dripping member as they had thrust in unison into their respective mates. 

Jon had even learned a bit of new dirt about his 33 YO wife! Good lord, she'd had even more kinky experiences than Lee! Been in a porn movie? Passed out deep-throating a cock? Fucked an American girl? When had those happened? Before or after he met and married her? This would all have to be sorted later. For now, the sexual tension was nearly unbearable. 

Hook silently contemplated the other 'players' and considered the results of the game he had instigated. He had had no idea Jenni was so experienced. Somehow, her kinky past had never emerged in all the time they had exchanged e-mails. Oh sure, she liked to talk dirty and egg him on, but that was expected in the free-wheeling environment of the Internet. But her in person, she had been continually amazing since the moment he first encountered her nude by the hotel pool and had all three of her orifices within an hour! Who would have thought this gorgeous 'English Rose' had waters that ran as deep as she had revealed over these two days? The most intriguing aspect had been when she volunteered she had never been tied down and teased. Hmmm, perhaps there could be further 'entertainment' later this evening? 

Despite Jenni's obvious adoration of Mr. Gee, her husband, too, had a mild kinky side. That business about bringing a Disneyworld pickup home was a real kicker! He would never have marked Jon for such high-risk games known as 'blackout,' 'space monkey,' 'flatliner,' 'tingling,' and 'suffocation roulette.' Of course, back home in the States, even teenagers were experimenting with the non-drug high involving near strangulation, where when the release of pressure creates a tingling sensation in their upper body, especially their arms and head. They think that's cool, but several kids have received serious brain injury and even died from it. Dangerous stuff, Jon boy. 

Lee's revelations were both disturbing and titillating. He had known, of course, about her bi-sexual tendencies. They had an open and accepting marriage and had incorporated many individual fantasies into their life together. It was also expected that she was interested in letting Jon have a go at her juicy kitty...foreigners had always turned her on, ever since that Swiss skier had introduced her to some new 'slopes.' But when had she slept with an English girl...and was she hoping to relive the experience with Jenni? Good grief, was he going to have to fight off Jon AND his wife to get into Jenni's pretty apricot panties? 

Meanwhile, the object of his thoughts, Jenni, was also thinking about the revelations. She felt a delicious shiver run down her back to her lovely, twitching butt as she thought of the responses to her most hidden fantasy: being helpless while others drove her to orgasm after orgasm. She had not known of Hook's interest in BD, and Lee seemed to be into it also. Yes, Lee, who seemed to positively drool when she looked at her. So she also liked English girls, did she? Hmmmm, Jenni thought she might enjoy learning some new tricks from Lee...and maybe teach her a few as well. After all, she had picked up a few tricks during her 'porn queen' days, when the money was good for what she did best...fuck. Still, she had left the trade when she'd met Jon one day in a bookstore, ending up in bed with him for 4 days while he made the sweetest, most romantic love to her. However, she had missed the MFF and MFMF that had been scheduled for her next shoot. Maybe now...especially since Jon seemed not entirely upset at the revelation that she had already fucked Hook...she could entice all four into a common bed. The alcohol consumption couldn't hurt. 

Finally, a close observer would have detected the strange glint in Lee's eyes as she silently considered her fellow players. Hook, she knew, could always be counted on to support her every wild desire. Not that she was all that kinky, but they had pushed the envelope of 'normal' sexual behavior for married couples. Giggling slightly, a mannerism that was not lost on the others, she thought of that weekend when she and Hook had stumbled into that midnight Limbo game on the beach in St Thomas, VI on their honeymoon. Sure, they loved each other, but the atmosphere and those drums had gotten to her, and the freedom she felt as her inhibitions fell away was divine. The multi-racial group of six young people had invited them to play a slightly different version of the game, and being already somewhat inebriated, they had eagerly done just that. My god, she thought, I still can't believe what we did that night! As the bar went lower, it became harder to dance...well, maybe wiggle would describe the maneuver better... under it. In normal Limbo, if you dislodged the bar you retired to the sidelines to watch the eventual winner pass under an impossibly lowered bar. In this game, however, all players passed under at each level as it was lowered. If the bar was dislodged, the awkward one lost an article of clothing. 

Lee's breathing was becoming more rapid during her flashback. Her magnificent 36Cs rose and fell unconstrained, and her nipples advertised her arousal to anyone perceptive enough to notice...the others all did. She remembered passing under the bar fairly easily the first three passes, but the fourth was a close call, as her extended nipples brushed the bar, causing it to nearly vibrate off the pegs holding it aloft. Pass five was the downfall for her. As she spread her knees wide to get under the bar, the seam in her shorts split, causing her to jerk upright. Down came the bar and off came her shorts. She had been the first to lose an article of clothing, but not the last. Because they were off-islanders, they were allowed to lie on the sand to try the later passes under the bar. She had lost all but her thong by then and found that even by exhaling completely, her tits, with those damned erect nips, just would not fit under. When the bar fell onto her belly, a large dark-skinned islander had relieved her of her thong and about a pint of moisture from her by then gushing pussy. In the general orgy that resulted, she thought she came with everyone there at least once, including the girls. One of them was an English tourist named Rose, and she remembered with rising excitement what she, Rose and Hook had done when the three of them had gone back to their cabaña. 

DAY TWO - NIGHT; Round One 

The evening had now faded to dusk outside the hotel window, and shadows were gathering in the room. The players sat frozen, silently looking around the circle, hoping, wondering who is going to reach first for the pot of gold. There is plenty to risk, and much to gain here. Desires have been indirectly expressed, and another opportunity like this may never come knocking again. What to do? How and in what order to do it? What will your mate think? And for Jenni and Hook, no longer secret lovers, what will their mates think if they take the plunge again; this time for all to observe? 

Lee was the first to make a move. Still in the grip of her memories, and highly charged from the games the four had been playing, she slipped off her red CFM pumps and unbuttoned her white linen blouse. With her tapering legs seeming longer in her blue leather miniskirt, she walked with a trembling gait toward...Jenni. She reached out, pulled Jenni to her feet, and with her smoldering eyes staring straight into Jenni's, pulled her to her feet and kissed her softly on the lips. Jenni responded instantly, slipping her hands inside Lee's blouse and gently squeezing her soft, tanned breasts (remember, dear reader, neither Hook nor Lee was wearing underwear). Lee's hands went to Jenni's head and she softly stroked her blonde hair as she whispered, "I want you." Jenni's response was to plunge her long pink tongue into Lee's mouth, twisting it around to stroke every inch of the moist cavity. As they slowly separated, gasping for breath, and staring with wonder into each other's eyes, Lee took Jenni's hand and led her to the suite's bedroom. 

Jon and Hook, meanwhile, having recovered somewhat from the initial shock, were sporting major stiffies. Hook said, "Jon, you and I have both been part of a four-some. So has Lee. Do you think it will freak Jenni out if we all show up on the bed together?" 

"No, I think she'll be OK with it. After all, this is the woman who has been in porn films...and I didn't even know it. Must have been pretty low budget, though, if she never did a four-some. Of course, there are unbalanced four-somes as well, but she just indicated NO four-somes. Why don't we give them a few more minutes and then ease on in. By the way, I could use a stiff shot of that Scotch." 

"OK, I think you'll like it. It's Aberlour, a Highland Sherry-cask Scotch. It's somewhat smooth and very rich and tasty without much peat or smoke. Good for dessert...and dessert is what's waiting for us in the bedroom (laughter)." 

"Hook, I'm liking you more and more. I thinkI'll even forgive you for sampling my Jenni, though how or when I've no idea. When we finish the bedroom business, perhaps you would be good enough to tell me." 

"You're on, Jon. First a little tail, and then the tale." 

"OK, my friend, shall we proceed to give the ladies what they can't give each other?" They walk to the bedroom, shedding clothing as they go. They chuckle when each sees the other is wearing no under garments. Jon remarks, "Looks as though we both had something in mind for tonight, eh? By the way, old chap, Jenni had minimal under garments ...what about Lee?" 

"Spot on, Jon. Nothing under there except prime pussy." 

As the two friends entered the bedroom, nude and sporting impressive erections, Hook noted Jenni's in champagne-colored blouse and short, pleated skirt on the floor inside the door. A few feet onward were a pair of apricot panties, with a large, wet stain in the crotch. Lee's linen blouse and blue miniskirt market the trail toward the bed, where the men could see Jenni crouched above Lee, holding her legs up by the knees, licking the globes of her ass and nipping at her clitoris that stood out like a midget prick. Lee was not idle, being engaged with the other end of Jenni, bathing her cunt with her tongue and tweaking her nipples with her fingers. Both women were moaning and writhing slowly under the other's ministrations. By silent mutual agreement, Hook moved to the foot of the bed while Jon eased on at the head. 

Hook leaned in to where Jenni was laving Lee's puss and ass with her tongue. He caressed the sides of her head softly and licked her tongue as it was piercing Lee's cunt. She just smiled and continued licking and sucking as Hook became a participant in the sweet torture of his wife. Then Jenni rose up and took his face in her hands while rubbing her cum-stained face all over his. Their tongues played a game that would have made Anna Kournikova jealous. Nearly breathless, Jenni pulled away, staring into Hook's eyes with passion, and perhaps something else. She motioned him forward and took his throbbing erection in her hands, rolling it gently and spreading the copious amount of pre-cum around the head. Deciding with some internal female alchemy that the moment was right, she pulled him forward by his cock and gently slid it into his wife's pussy, the recent scene of her intense tribute to the Greek poet Sapphos. Smiling broadly, she whispered, "We both love it, and now it's your turn." 

At the other end of this touching scene, Lee was fully enjoying the fucking she was getting from her husband, but was more than aware of Jon's approach. With mock fear she cried, "Are you going to beat me with that club, sir?" Chuckling, Jon responded with, "Not yet, you sexy wench, but the thought had crossed my mind that you needed appropriate punishment for seducing my wife." 

"Pray tell, dear sir, of what would 'appropriate punishment' consist?" 

"Perhaps you should worry about that for a while, my dear, but first..." and he leaned down to cover her mouth with his, but upside down. Their tongues parted the other's lips and slithered across teeth to caress the other's tongue, top-to-top. This went on for some minutes, with Lee's nipples becoming even more engorged by the unusual stimulation. 

As they drew apart, her eyes were shining with tears as she gasped, "I have never been kissed like that in my life! My god, where did you learn that?" 

"All part of the service d'hôte, my lovely one. But frankly, I've never done it that way before. Just seemed the thing to do somehow, what? Want to try it again?" And they did, for longer this time, accompanied by more squirming, engorgement of nipples (both sets), and a steady flow of pre-cum from Jon's sturdy 'club' as Lee's hand found it. Finally, they drew apart and Lee, her eyes still shining, pulled Jon nearer by his cock. Smiling sweetly, she licked the glans and inserted it in his wife's beautiful and very wet pussy. As she gently rolled his balls in her hand, Jon slid fully in to the hilt and Lee said, "Jon, darling, let's both enjoy a romp in Jenni's marvelous little playground." Which is exactly what they proceeded to do. 

Jenni, feeling Jon's familiar spade tilling her garden, was in heaven. She was finally getting her four-some and was making love to a man and woman at the same time. She wondered how many other items on her sexual 'to do' list would be accomplished this night. Suddenly, as though a signal had been given, both Jon and Hook increased the pace, pounding deeply into their wives, crazily shaking the bed and the two women, until they nearly simultaneously erupted, each spreading copious amounts of sticky, hot cum over the pair of cervixes willingly offered. Though Lee's uterus was no longer functional, it welcomed the tiny invaders every bit as enthusiastically as did Jenni's. Nearly at the point of collapsed, the four rolled onto their backs, side-by-side, chests heaving, and with very, very satisfied looks on all faces. 

Well now, lads and lassies, round one seems to be over, with Lee checking off three items on her list and Jenni, two. Sadly, despite the excitement of it all, neither Hook nor Jon had achieved any check offs, although Jon had invented upside-down kissing, and both men received total devotion from another man's wife, while her husband participated! All in all, not a bad score. Now, let us vacate our vantage point high up on the wall and allow the lovers some privacy as they rest up for round two. Who knows what wonders will yet be accomplished? What thresholds will be crossed? What excesses will be experienced? Vote early and often, friend...and rejoin the Game anew in Part 5. 



Jenni's Senseless Delight Ch. 02



Round two! Will the contenders please take several deep breaths...pardon me if I concentrate on two very special chests...and rejoin the Game. 

Nearly at the point of collapse, the four had rolled onto their backs, side-by-side, chests heaving, and with very, very satisfied looks on all faces. Round one seemed to be over, with Lee checking off three items on her list and Jenni, two. Sadly, despite the excitement of it all, neither Hook nor Jon had achieved any check offs, although Jon had invented upside-down kissing, and both men received total devotion from another man's wife, while her husband participated! All in all, not a bad score...And the night was still young! 

DAY TWO - NIGHT; Round Two 

Hook looked across the two fucked-out women at Jon and said, "Jon, I don't know about you, but they've drained every ounce of cum out of my balls. While I hate to leave these sexy things for a second, may I suggest a bit of nourishment before we see what other delights await us?" 

"Hook, old boy, couldn't have said it better myself. I started with nuts the size of plums, and now they feel like raisins." The girls giggled and smirked at each other, winking and high-fiving. "Tell you what. So as not to waste time, why don't we take a quick shower and order from room service, while the ladies take their turn?" 

"Great idea, Jon. In the interests of efficiency - and to get back to the fucking faster - why don't you and Jenni return to your room to shower and whatever. I'll call down for some suitable refreshments to be sent up over here. Jenni, so you don't have to get dressed for the short trip to your room, why not wrap that large bath towel around that luscious body? And, oh, we should at least don the minimum required clothing for dinner." 

For the next hour there was frenetic activity in the two suites, as the four tired, but sexually charged friends busied themselves getting ready. While Lee showered, Hook was busy on the phone, straightened the bedclothes, and then selected some wine for dinner. I won't say whether some minor stroke and poke activities took place during the interlude; the prudent reader can draw their own conclusions. Soon all was sorted out and the four were rejoined in Lee and Hook's suite. By some mystical alchemy, Lee and Jenni had donned long, sheer gowns, with slits up the sides to their upper thighs. Each woman was wearing high-heeled slingbacks with sheer, stay-up stockings. An observer would have remarked on the nearly identical, pertly uptilt to their prominent chests, considering that one was twice the age of the other. If the observer were a gentleman, however, he would have hummed softly in appreciation and enjoyed the eye-candy without vulgar comment. Of course, it might have been apparent by the prominent male frontal bulges that they were entertaining vulgar thoughts about how the ladies could be separated from their clothing. 

They had just started on a round of Tom Collins, when there was a knock at the door. Hook announced that there was to be a pre-dinner surprise and asked the others to turn toward the window momentarily. He then opened the door and ushered in three robed and hooded figures. He then asked his wife and their two new friends to take seats on the sofas at one end of the room. He advanced to the other side of the room, accompanied by the three newcomers. After a pause to let the suspense build, and stifling a question from his wife, Hook assumed an M.C. persona and formally stated: Ladies and Gentlemen, Mesdames et messieurs, me permettent de présenter notre divertissement pour ce soir - May I present the evening's entertainment. To your left, the charming and accomplished Mlle Camille, whose name means 'Young Ceremonial Attendant'." The woman indicated threw back her hood, revealing the young spa receptionist [Part 2], although looking much more exotic with expertly applied makeup. 

"To your right, Mlle Liana, whose name means 'Bound or Wrapped Up.' The woman threw back her hood, revealing a face nearly identical to Camille. "You may recognize her as the hostess from our dinner in the hotel restaurant last evening [Part 2], but she is also the twin sister of Camille, and has other talents as well." 

"Finally, in the center ring, (laughter) Monsieur Giles, whose name means 'Young Goat'." Giles throws off his hood, revealing the formerly beret-topped tour guide from the day before [Part 3]. 

"Through casual discussions with each of the three, I determined that they were amenable to the type of performance we are about to see. They are all of legal age, have health certificates, have expressed an interest in our group, and have said they welcome audience participation if you wish. Therefor, I will turn this show over to our 'Young Goat'; Monsieur Giles?" 

"Thank you Monsieur Hook, and a good evening to all of you. It is an honor to perform for you this evening. Thanks to M. Hook, it is also financially rewarding. (laughter) I am assured that you all are sexually liberated to some extent. That is very good, as I believe we may be able to stretch your experience level somewhat this evening. I will now ask Mlle Camille to begin." 

Camille reaches into her carryall bag and removes a DVD player, which she starts. Meanwhile, Giles has plugged in a small blacklight and moved to dim the room's illumination. Liana has placed several widemouthed jars on a nearby end table. A low throbbing beat is heard as Camille faces away from the group and slowly lowers her robe. The group gasps as her perfectly formed body is revealed. Pure white skin below her long blonde hair is without blemish. As she slowly turns around, she reveals her uptilted, cone-shaped breasts, maybe 38D, topped by dollar-sized aureole and elongated nipples, an inch or so, of a startling crimson to match her lip-gloss...they were not thick, but long, enticing... Her waist nips in nicely, highlighting an inny navel adorned with a crimson jewel, and flares to splendidly feminine hips framing a pelvis devoid of hair. She runs her hands up her sides like a Ferrari navigating mountain roads, until she reaches those snowy peaks, which she caresses and holds up in offering to the four, wide-eyed friends. 

Hook 

Now starting to weave to the sensual music, in a rhythmic seduction she dances hypnotically over to me and sways just in front of my knees, unbuttons my shirt and pulls it from my body. She smiles, extends a forefinger to my mouth and entices me to suck on it while she manipulates one perfect nipple. Removing her saliva-coated finger from my mouth, she slides it between her firm and shapely thighs, running it the full length of her slit, from which ooze small drops of moisture. Stopping at the top as her labia separate slightly, she rubs in a small circle until her swollen and engorged clit peeps out from its hood. I lean forward after her nipple like a cat stalking a mouse; I bite, suck, flick my tongue wickedly over the top of it, deliciously torturing her sexually. Wanting to take her to the very edge of pain, I suck her into my mouth fiercely and let my teeth gently sink into her sensitive flesh. She shudders slightly, replaces her finger, now coated with her own arousal, in my mouth, smiles evilly at me and moves next in front of Lee. 

While this scene has distracted the group, Liana and Giles have doffed their robes, revealing tanned, muscular, and fit bodies with a slight sheen of oil that glows in the blacklight. Giles has a string pouch covering his genitals, and Liana wears a V-string and a full lacy bra encasing her own 38D rack. It is transparent and has cutouts that allow her nipples to protrude. They begin a slow seductive dance, matched to the music that has now changed to a primitive drumbeat with pan pipes providing a counterpoint melody. 

Lee 

Camille's beautiful dazzling eyes gaze down wide and full of wonder at me, as I drink in the sight of those jutting breasts of hers, curving out above me to their long puckered nipples. One hand rests flat just below her tits. The other she moves slowly lower, down over the shallow curve of her lower belly, gently running through her cropped pubic triangle and sliding between and around her big swollen labia. Her middle finger disappears in the fleshy channel, parting her outer lips, coming out glistening with her juices. She straddles my legs and undulates her belly as she waves her finger under my nose, allowing me only the scent of her. She reaches down then to grasp my hands, pulling me upright, and then moves behind me and starts to pull my long dress up over my head. 

I am nude under the dress, except for my stay-up stockings, and she bends and kisses my shoulders. I reach back to grab her by the hair and pull her face closer as my tongue snakes out and between her lips. This elicits a nice groan from Hook and makes me grin. I am grinding my ass into her pussy and Camille is dancing closer to me. I spin and lean forward a bit to grab her right nipple between my teeth. My hands go to her waist and I start running my fingernails up and down her sides as I suck one nipple and then the other. We kiss, our tongues entwined, lingering kisses, one hand wrapped in each other's hair, the other hand roaming each other's back. I feel the wetness seeping between my legs and can barely stand on shaking legs. With a last lick of her flexible tongue over my puffy lips, and a smoldering glance, Camille dances away and over to Jon. 

Jon 

I feel faint as this incredibly beautiful creature moves directly in front of me and kneels, as though at a cathedral prie dieu. I feel her delicate French fingers grasp my cock through my trousers and it stiffens up to her touch. She makes a little cooing noise that gets me even harder and starts to kiss all around my groin, over my trou, then gradually, she tugs them down, reaching in to get her bare fist around my dick. What a feeling! Even better as I watch her pull it out, I feel the cool air on my balls as she makes room by forcing my trou down further. Then her ruby lips engulf the head of my cock. The sensation makes me groan. Camille bobs her head fast along my shaft, working her tongue magnificently. One hand continues to aid her manipulation of my dick. I get an added buzz as my companions utter encouraging words that seem to stimulate her even more. She attacks her own pussy and starts moaning, getting off on the music, the language, and the cock in front of her. I take a chance to bend slightly, get my own hand under her to feel her silky smooth, bare pussy. My fingers encounter incredibly soft, soaking wet, hot velvet folds running underneath my fingertips as I explore her aroused and juicy cunt. She suddenly starts to gasp, hitting an orgasm. Took me a bit by surprise. I pause as she thrusts her hips forward, forcing three of my fingers into her gushing pussy up to the second knuckle: the girl is on fire! Then with a mischievous glint in her lovely eyes, she leans forward and continues with her blowjob, but this time stroking and fondling my aching balls ever so lightly and ever so arousingly with her fingers, while the other hand sweeps up and down my shaft in corkscrew fashion, lubricated with juices from her own pussy. Then, this damned amazing French girl sends me right over the top by squeezing my balls gently and talking French to my dick while it's sliding in and out her mouth. I cum, hard, holding her silky hair, feeling her make appreciative noises as I pump, amazed at this beauty who is swallowing everything I can give her. She takes the lot, not spilling a drop, and I slump back as she grins, rises gracefully to her feet and moves on to Jenni. 

Jenni 

As I watched the eroticism of this beautiful woman increase by stages with my friends I trembled with excitement. I could only imagine what she has planned for me, and my mind was nearly short-circuited with the possibilities. Now, she is in front of me, cradling her snowy, scarlet-tipped breasts in her hands, offering them to me. I lift my hands and take a breast in each, kneading them both gently until she presses them harder against my hands and I put a bit more work into it. Her sighs are the confirmation I need. Her mouth touches mine, and her breasts are now crushed against my chest. I remove my hands from this rather cramped spot and put them on her bare back, encouraging her to continue. As her tongue invades my mouth, my hips rotate a little. As she thrusts toward the back of my throat, I tilt my pelvis up toward her cunt. Her mouth slips from mine to kiss my neck. She whispers words in my ear I've never heard before as she nibbles and kisses anything she can reach. Her knees settle around my thighs, and as she lifts her face from mine, we find a better position, and she starts to undulate on my lap. My hands alternate between her back and her breasts, and suddenly I realize that I can reach her lovely butt as well. My fingertips slide down her back and feel the skin of her taut ass as she rises slightly to lean forward on me, eyes closed, her hands wrapped around my neck. After caressing her cheeks and grazing her rosebud for a while, I slide my fingers up her back, loving the shudder as I touch that inviting cleft at the base of her spine. I do that a few more times before returning to her shoulders, her neck, and eventually her breasts. 

The swelling hemispheres are firm, heavy and prominent with the way she is positioned, and I love the way they move in time with her swaying to the music. Her nipples are hard and dark now, almost brittle with tension, and I know she wants me to play with them some more. I tease her a little, wetting my fingertips and sliding them in circles around the nipples before crushing them roughly. I am in an awkward position for further movement, surrounded by the chair, and covered with lovely Camille, but I manage to lift my face enough to just touch her lips. She opens her eyes and smiles at me, and as my head falls back, she follows me, and doesn't allow our lips to part. The change in position makes a difference somehow, and I can feel her on me so much better. 

Just then, the other two performers, who had been moving about on the periphery, approach us. Liana kneels down at my feet behind Camille, who suddenly rises off my body with athletic agility, grasping my hands and pulling me upright. This position leaves me standing close to her, still mesmerized by her incredibly blue eyes, while Liana's head is between her spread thighs, fronting my pubic area. The male, 'Young Goat' Giles, quickly relieves me of my dress and then moves around behind my chair as Camille gently pushes me back in the chair and resumes her former position, but with legs spread and pressing her exceedingly wet pussy into my mons. Camille thrusts her tongue down my throat again, swiveling within my mouth to flick over every centimeter of surface, and then withdraws while easing my head back in the chair until my neck is arched and I am looking upward into Giles's grinning face. 

At this point I am humming all over like the G-string of a violin. Liana presses her face forward to lick my labia, opening them with questing fingers to reveal the core of my femininity like a Georgia O'Keefe painting. I nearly cum but manage to hold on, even as my back bridges, raising my vibratory level to an A-string equivalent, and my head tilts further back. Giles takes advantage of my new position by slipping the head of his dripping cock into my mouth as Camille pulls on my nipples and Liana swipes a finger through my puss and into my asshole. Now I am as 'airtight' as one can get with this combination of participants [and have checked off another "never" event!]. My body goes into timbre vibrato [As the violin player rocks the finger that is stopping the string back and forth, it produces a pitch vibrato: the pitch of the note varies regularly up and down.]. The net result is that several things happen simultaneously: I am shaking uncontrollably while being held in place, I enter the land of continuous orgasm, I squirt cum all over Liana's face, and I pass out! As I find out later, at this critical moment, Jon and Hook both shot geysers of cum from their over stimulated cocks as they observed me being fucked senseless (and thereby checking off another of Hook's 'never' items). 

The three performers move away from Jenni. Jon, Lee, and Hook are nearly frozen in place, mouths agape, lust in their eyes, and copious amounts of cum coating their genitals. The music ends and there is silence, except for deep gasps of air by performers and participants alike. 

Finally, Giles motions toward Camille and she moves to the center of the room. Liana restarts the CD, this time with some relaxing Celtic New Age music from the 'Day Without Rain' album by Enya, born Eithne Ni Bharaonain in 1961 in Country Donegal, Ireland. All eyes are again on Camille as she, with feet at shoulder width, slowly and gracefully enters a backbend until her outstretched hands are firmly on the floor, her ripe breasts thrusting upward, her mons prominently displayed, and her blood-engorged labia spread slightly and in contrast to the surrounding white skin. 

Giles asks Hook to extinguish all lights in the room, save the blacklight. Camille's pure white body glows even whiter in the light, her jeweled navel, nipples and vulva in contrast to her skin. Swiftly, Giles and Liana draw the table with the jars nearer. Liana unfastens her V-string, draws off her bra and dips her nipples into two of the jars. Likewise, Giles sheds his pouch and dips his cock into a third jar. They move to the bowstring form of Camille and, starting at either end of her body, begin to drag their aforenamed appendages over her body. Gasps are heard from the four friends as glowing lines and swirls of color cover Camille's obscenely displayed body wherever the two touch her with cock and nipples. Knowing the difficulty of holding her position the two move quickly to decorate the passive canvas of her body, calling her sexual organs into even greater prominence. Finished at last, Giles kneels at Camille's head and Liana moves between her spread legs. Accompanied by an upward arpeggio over all the harp strings on the CD, Giles slides his cock into Camille's mouth and into her throat. Simultaneously, Liana presses her face to her sister's cunt and tongues it furiously, matching her movements from vagina to clit to the continuing musical arpeggio. After only a few moments, Camille's body jerks stiffly, holds a few seconds in magnificent tension, and the three sink gracefully to the floor in mutual orgasm, a colorful tableau, as the music ends in a glorious sub-tonic. 

After 10 seconds of awe-stricken silence, the four friends break into enthusiastic applause and shouts of "Bravo, bravo! Magnifique!" as the performers exhaustedly arise and, holding each other closely, bow in acknowledgment of this tribute to their talents. Hook shakes Giles's hand vigorously and they all cluster around, holding and kissing one another until Giles announces that they must depart. Despite entreaties to remain for dinner, our visitors swiftly gather their accouterments, don robes and hoods, and leave us to delights of a different sort. 

Lee and Jenni don their gowns as Hook and Jon restore their manly equipment and arrange their clothing. A knock at the door signals the arrival of room service with the ordered meal. 

Events yet to accomplish: 

Hook - a '69' with an English rose; titty-fuck a woman to completion; use anal beads 

Jon - sex with Hook's wife (a twofer); bugger/be buggered by anyone; hold a man's cock; completely pass out having sex 

Lee - pass out deep-throating a cock; bugger a man; sex with more than 8 people watching 

Jenni - more than one ben wa ball; tied down and tormented until sexually senseless 

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Jenni's Senseless Delight Ch. 02



Jenni's Senseless Delight Part 6 [part 6 of 12]

Round three, in which partners are exchanged and other delightful naughty behavior continues among the friends. 

After the exciting performance by the three beautiful people, Giles, Camille, and Liana, the group settled in to refresh themselves with a room service dinner. There was excited chatter among them as they enthusiastically rehashed the erotic experiences, especially those that involved themselves. All expressed gratitude to Hook for arranging this unusual and special treat, with Lee especially wondering how he had managed to keep her in the dark so well. 

DAY TWO - NIGHT; Round Three 

As the four relaxed with an after-dinner cognac, the conversation turned to other things. 

Jon turned to Hook and said, "My friend, we have now shared some exciting adventures together, the four of us. We have established a great deal of common sexual ground. But you still haven't answered my question about when you had fucked my wife. Recall your answer during our little 'I Never' game (Part 3)?" 

Hook turned serious and, after a long look at Jenni, during which she nodded slightly, he responded. "Jon, we should have told you and Lee before, but Jenni and I have been corresponding by e-mail for some time. I was intrigued with several of the erotic stories she writes for EroticStories.com, and we found common areas of interest. At first, it was the usual banter. You know, 'is that story true?' and 'where did you get that idea from' and so forth. We did the usual innuendos and shared a small amount of sexual history and preferences. She impressed on me the love you two shared, as did I about Lee. Eventually, we both admitted that life had become pretty routine in the last few years. We cooked up a scheme to add some spice to our simmering pots, so to speak." 

Lee interrupted at this point with, "Hook; damnit! Why didn't you tell me what you were getting up to? You know we had agreed never to keep secrets from each other after that time in the club in Toronto, where you were slobbering all over that 44DD 'porn queen' and I decided to get even by fucking that basketball player with the big balls." 

"Now, honey, don't go getting excited. I know what we agreed, but you have to admit we haven't had much excitement for a long time. When Jenni came along on-line, I realized that you two would be sure to like each other. Jenni thought you and Jon would get along as well. And, of course, Jenni and I were absolutely hot to fuck each other. Toss in the surprise factor under false pretenses and we had what we thought was a win-win situation with this vacation." 

During this recitation, Lee's smoldering anger gradually subsided, replaced by that familiar evil glint in her eyes and the beginnings of a sly smirk at the corner of her luscious mouth. "Baby, I'm not sure I'm ready to completely forgive you, or this wanton little slut," indicating Jenni with a grin, "but I have to admit you are still a master at setting up damned hot playtimes. Yes, OK, I've enjoyed this. Feel better now?" Before Hook or Jenni could respond, Lee next turned to Jon saying, "Jon, as the other 'injured party' in this little deception, how do you feel about it?" 

Jon, who had been passive during this interchange, shrugged. "I'm not sure about all of this yet. Here I've found out things I never knew about my wife...you were a porn actress??...and I still haven't heard when she and your husband first fucked." He turned back to Hook and raised an eyebrow. 

Hook then described the scene in the hotel before Jon had arrived. How Jenni had been sunbathing nude by the pool, having bribed the staff to disappear. How he was totally captivated by her lovely body - amazed that it was attached to such a clever and quick mind - and was drawn inexorably to her side. They had temporarily sated themselves with each other, including a bit of anal, which Jenni said she didn't really care for but, in the heat of their passion, had allowed, and even encouraged. The simultaneous vineyard fuck had been roughly planned, hoping thereby to rapidly get Jon and Lee 'hooked' into the scheme, but he alone had executed the evening's entertainment. 

With this revelation, drinks were passed around once more, and all sat silently, contemplating one another with speculative expressions on their faces. Finally, Lee spoke again. "OK, buster, I'll grant that this 'grand scheme' has resulted in considerable excitement, fun, and the opening of possibilities. But the fact of the matter is that you and Jenni 'cheated' by getting in your licks first. OMG, I can't believe I just said that! ......Must be the booze. Therefore, subject to Jon's agreement of course, I propose a bit of equal time. For the next three days we will swap mates. No foursome during that time. Nothing is out of bounds. Starting tomorrow at breakfast, we girls will swap rooms. We come back to our original spouse at breakfast on day five of our vacation; No questions; no regrets. Deal?" 

The expressions on the others' faces were priceless, just like the MasterCard commercial. Hook was leaning forward in disbelief, clearly wanting to say something, but restraining himself (for once, at least). Jon had a look of total lust on his face, as though he were a panther about to pounce on an innocent, or perhaps not so innocent, lamb. Finally, Jenni looked doubtful but intrigued all at once. She broke the silence by asking, "Do you think this would really work? Jon, I love you and would never leave you or replace you with anyone. I know you feel the same way. Still, we have never connected with a couple like these two before. This might be just the thing to supercharge our lives. What do you think?" 

Jon, gazing steadily at lee, but responding to Jenni, said, "Sweet rose, I am absolutely confident that we will emerge from this experience with our marriage even stronger. You are more than enough for any man, luv, and I worship every part of you. But I, as you already have, would love to sample the delightful charms Lee offers. I would like a foretaste of that mature passion we will have when their ages. I would like to cement our friendship in the same way you and Hook have done." He turns back to his wife and waits for her response, hope written deeply on his face. 

"Oh Jon, that was most beautifully said. You take care of me like no one else could, but I agree to Lee's suggestion. I will miss you dreadfully; we have never been apart before since our marriage, but I suspect that a certain former aviator will keep my mind...and other parts...occupied for the duration. Yes, let's try it!" 

All eyes focused on Hook. Without his agreement, the party was over. He had already gotten the ultimate 'prize' from Jenni and he was basking in their admiration for the exhibition he had arranged. But to relinquish his love partner to another man, to do virtually anything, perform god knows what depraved acts for two whole days...AND nights? Could he do it? Then, looking at Jenni, he spoke: "It appears as though I have a deciding vote here by default. All three of you seem eager to venture out of our mutually supporting group into uncharted waters, heedless of the dangers lurking there. What if, despite the assurances of love and devotion, two of us decide to continue the arrangement or make the swap permanent? What happens if the other two don't share those desires? Sure, the sex should be great, but are we willing to expose our marriages to the danger? Now, having said that, I have to acknowledge my wife, Lee, as a master...or mistress...of one-upmanship. She has neatly put me into a box......by merely asking for equality. She has asked me not only to share another man's wife - an all too common circumstance in today's world - but to share his own as well. That takes a maturity and trust that goes beyond the normal marriage vows. It acknowledges a woman's right to choose...to whom she will be faithful, and whom she will fuck. So, bowing to the wishes of my beloved wife, and our new and wonderful friends, I will make the supreme sacrifice by taking on solo, the youngest slut in the room, the voracious Jenni of the volcanic vulva. And further, do relinquish temporarily for a like duration, my impetuous sexual dynamo, the salaciously savory Lee." 

Squeals, giggles and applause ensued. All four came together with smiles for a group hug. Which is not to say that hands did not find their way to rounded ass flesh or turgid nipples, that male bulges were not squeezed, or that tongues did not find their way into available orifices above the waist. No, gentle reader, I freely admit such things did, in fact, take place and were mere prelude to the activities that followed. 

Lee reached out to Jenni and drew her out of the group. They whispered together for a few moments and then Lee addressed the men. "Boys, as the initiator of this swap meet, I feel it is incumbent on me to ensure we get things off to a good start. Now, I know we agreed to start the swap at breakfast." Nods all around. "I also know we are all horny as hell after the exhibition." Loud agreement from the rest. "And, I know there are a few 'I Never' items that could be checked off sooner than later." More agreement. "So, in a modified reprise of our enjoyable vineyard experience, and to ensure we get a good night's sleep, I propose that we spend some last moments now as a group...having sex...in full view of our spouses...with the person we will spend the next three days alone with." 

Jon stepped forward. "Lee, as usual, you display uncommon good sense...and uncommon lust as well." Chuckles all around. "I think this group is in sensible, if not sensuous, accord." And with that, he took lee into his embrace and thoroughly French kissed her, saying, "You had never been French kissed by a Frenchman before. Giles checked that off for you earlier, but now you can say you have also been French kissed by an Englishman! God save the Queen and off with your dress, my dear!" 

This signaled the beginning of a free-for-all that lasted for the next hour and a half. Jon was a major 'winner' in the 'I Never' sweepstakes. He fucked an American girl and Hook's wife for the first time; he guided Hook's cock into her dear Jenni's vagina, and he was observed in a temporary unconscious state after having brought Lee to four exceedingly loud and long orgasms, drenching his face and the hotel rug with copious amounts of female ejaculate [Which, by the way, has been tested and found to be identical to male ejaculate, minus the sperm, of course. Considering that the fluid most often occurs through G-spot or vaginal stimulation, and that the G-spot is the urethral sponge or female prostate gland, it all makes perfect sense. Women have been known to ejaculate teaspoons full to half cups full at one time.], and after having held his breath for the final explosion of his spermy mix up her hot grasping channel. The favor was returned when Lee deepthroated Jon's cock. In a state of total sexual bliss, Jon forgot to withdraw and allow Lee to breathe, thereby checking off one of her 'I never' items as she lost consciousness for a few moments. 

Hook, meanwhile, enjoyed his first '69' encounter with the fabulous English rose, Jenni. Her labia were like a delicate butterfly as he spread them gently with his fingers, preparatory to laving the edges with the flat of his tongue. Then, curling it into a spear-like projection, he tongue-fucked Jenni's pussy until she was writhing nearly out of his grasp. Holding her soft but firm hips more firmly, he circled her clitoral hood gently until the small bud ventured out of hiding. Then, sucking gently on it, as Jenni was moaning more loudly by the second, he bit her clit gently and triggered Jenni's own rapturous ejaculation. Reminiscent of the earlier activities when she was teamed by the three performers, Jenni entered a state of continuous orgasm, strumming like a violin string, and leaking cum in prodigious quantities. 

As her vibrations eased, Hook moved up her body, licking her navel and then her nipples, before sliding his rigid cock between her lovely 36C breasts. As Jenni held her tits together, Hook slid his cock, dripping now with pre-cum, back and forth in Jenni's 'other' valley. On the upstroke, the tip of his cock came within reach of Jenni's tongue and was the recipient of additional moisture and stimulation on the underside of the helmet-like head. Jenni said to him, "Play with my hair, darling," raising her head a little and pulling a lot of it to the front so it lay across her breasts and ribcage. Hook caressed her hair, running it through his fingers, as Jenni moved her arms down their bodies to grasp his buttocks. As she gently massaged his anus with a finger moistened in her own juices, he looked at her wild-eyed. She smiled up at him and nodded slightly. Hook quickened his pace, his pelvis thrusting back and forth in her tit valley. He was close to ejaculation when Jenni murmured urgently, "Do it Hook! Do it!" He went at a ballistic rate then raised himself up and shot three or four strands of cum into Jenni's hair covering my breasts. The first two semen strands were so strong they hit her chin too, but there was a satisfyingly large amount strung in among her shiny blonde hair. "Ohhhh Jenni!" he gasped, "You don't know how much I have been wanting to do that!" [Check off an item for Hook!] 

He smeared her cum-sodden hair over her breasts; the action of that alone was a turn on for Jenni. She scraped some of his semen off her chin with her fingers and tasted it. It tasted good; a bit like a Marguerita. She then got a little more on her fingers and put them into Hook's mouth. He was surprised by her action, but sucked them clean. She pushed him onto his back and clambered over him to wipe her cummed hair over his face. She held his mouth open and dropped a large dollop of saliva into his mouth, followed by her tongue. Turning around, she settled her very wet labia into his face and took his softening prick into her mouth. Hook had shaved his pubic area and she had a grand time playing tongue ball. She had to stop soon though because he was expertly tonguing her to another shuddering climax. He had her hips in a viselike grip and had moved his tongue from labia to anus. Jenni called out so loudly in the agony and fulfillment of the moment, that Jon and Lee were momentarily distracted from their own fulfillment. 

At this point, Jenni and Lee could possibly have continued to pleasure each other but, having done that already and mindful of the general rules of engagement, merely kissed and squeezed hands in acknowledgement of their sexual sisterhood. Jon and Hook might have continued, given sufficient rest and stimulation, but they, too, acknowledged that the day had been long, the sex unique, and the lateness of the hour. 

The four newly bonded friends shared a last naked hug and giggle before a brief wash-up and departure to the appropriate room for sleep. With nothing more of an erotic nature to observe, dear reader, we take our departure also, vowing to rejoin the four at an appropriate moment. 

Jenni's Senseless Delight Part 7 [part 7 of 12]

After two days of increasingly erotic behavior, the couples agree to swap for three days. These are merely highlights, dear reader, as no sane observer could possibly have kept up with all the excesses perpetrated on each other by these four sexual gourmands. 

Lee had proposed equal time to make up for Jenni's and Hook's prior, secretive activities. For the next three days the couples are to swap mates. No foursome during that time. Nothing is out of bounds. She noted that some scientific research into swinging has been conducted in the USA since the late 1960s, and it has consistently found that swingers have better pair-bonds than monogamous couples. The most recent and most thorough study, based on an Internet questionnaire in 2000, found swingers are happier in their relationships than the norm. There was no difference between the responses of men and women, although more males (70%) than females completed the survey. She went on with the ground rules: starting tomorrow at breakfast, the girls will swap rooms and will not return to their original spouse until breakfast on day five of the vacation. They had agreed there were to be no questions and no regrets. Their agreement had been cemented by a period during which they fucked each other's spouse in the same room. Thereafter, they all moved to their proper rooms for showers and much-needed sleep. 

Perhaps just a short word on terminology for the purist. Lee used the term 'mate swapping' to describe what is about to happen. Others might prefer 'swinging'. Typically, swinging activities occur when a married or otherwise committed couple engages with either another couple, multiple couples, or a single individual. These acts can occur in the same room (often called same room swinging) though different or separate room swinging does occur. Sex on these occasions is often referred to as play. A more common term is simply 'The Lifestyle', as it is becoming increasingly referred to in contemporary culture. Though there are certain key differences in the implications of the terms, the reader may consider 'the lifestyle,' 'swapping' and 'swinging' as describing the same acts within the scope of this tale, although perhaps they were really engaging in 'pseudo marriage'. It is worth noting that a complicating factor in international swinging is the etiquette in effect. For instance, in the US it is often regarded as impolite to touch without asking, whereas in the UK and Europe both touching and gently but firmly removing a touching hand are widely regarded as polite non-verbal communication in the 'playroom' context. Given the activities of the past two days, we can assume our quartet has no obvious such complications. 

DAYS THREE-FIVE 

The next morning, around eight, each couple awakened to a phone message from the hotel desk. Moving quickly, each husband helped his spouse to pack her things while she dressed for her days of pseudo marriage to a man she had only met face-to-face two days ago! Their choices of attire were interesting. 

Lee had opted for a black mid-thigh wrap-around skirt, white over-the-knee w/chiffon ruffle and black satin bow stay-up hose (with the bows barely visible beneath the rear hem of her dress), 4.5 Inch heel dangling rhinestone beaded dressy CFM Sandals, tight silk blouse with a deep cleavage, and dangly crystal earrings. Her choice underneath was from the Victoria's Secret Pink(r) collection. A cheeky, knit boxsie, guy-style details with a low-rise fit, faux button fly and elastic waistband in imported cotton for cool comfort. This was topped by a stretch cotton/spandex convertible T-shirt bra, with molded, lightly padded cups and adjustable straps - back closure. Lee wore it as a racerback. Her hair was tied back in a tiny ponytail. God, she looked about 35 years old again. The image was reinforced by the gleam in her eyes. This was a woman whose appearance screamed, 'Try me out!' 

In the other room, the actual 30-something sexpot, Jenni, was putting the finishing touches to the outfit she would wear to join Hook for breakfast. The faint trace of a nervous smile crossed her face as she selected a deep v-neck cardigan, with metallic trim along the neckline, sleeve hems, and rhinestone buttons at the shirred kissing placket. A skirt of tulle layers over ivory-colored polka dot jersey knit was completed by a leather bohemian belt. Her feet were encased in raffia wedges. Next to her skin she had chosen Zinco In On mix-and-match Italian lingerie in a light viscose/nylon/spandex fabric and romantically sheer pastel colors. The boyshort had a satin ribbon tie waist with delicate detail; the embroidered bra was unlined, underwire with adjustable straps, back closure, and scalloped embroidery. Her long blonde hair was brushed back from her forehead, similar to 'Days of Our Lives' TV actress, Christie Clark, leaving her ears uncovered, but highlighted with diamond stud earrings. Somehow, she looked older: more experienced and confident than her chronological age would suggest. 




Jenni's Senseless Delight Ch. 02



As they prepared to leave their rooms, each wife first hugged her husband tightly. They kissed tenderly and parted somewhat reluctantly. Could they really do this? Could they, even for three days, act 'married' to another person? In any case, a human being, male or female, is too complex to enter into anything whole-heartedly, 'marriage' of any sort least of all. Two doors closed behind two different, but determined women. As they passed in the hallway, carrying a suitcase each, they smiled at each other like sisters who have stolen each other's boyfriend, and continued to their new room. 

Their reception was nearly the reverse of their departure. Each woman was greeted by an appreciative male who relieved her of her suitcase, kissed her tenderly, and then hugged her tightly for long moments. This unusual male sensitivity to their mood had each woman nearly in tears, which they covered by asking brightly, "Shall we go down to breakfast?" 

An accident of timing - Jenni wanted to refresh her lip-gloss - prevented the couples from occupying the same lift. Thus, it seemed more natural to be seated at separate tables in the hotel dining room. The staff, which had become familiar with the four over the last two days, noted with some amusement the change that had been made. This WAS France, you will recall. If anything, however, the service was even more attentive as the wait staff, being natural gossips, tried to obtain more information about this new arrangement. 

They chose a typical Continental breakfast of croissants, jam, and coffee, with an added soft boiled egg for the men - the continental breakfast is the antithesis of the hearty English breakfast, but Jenni had grown used to it during Jon's and her time in France. Plans were laid for the coming time together with a new 'spouse.' 

Hook has schemed to pull all this together, based on a bit of history on-line with Jenni before this trip. He had communicated with an old and dear friend, a retired French admiral, for the use of his chalet in Gap, the capital of Hautes-Alpes dept., SE France, on the Luye River at the foot of the DauphinE Alps. It is a center for tourism, populated by about 36,000 residents, founded by Augustus c.14 B.C., it was the capital of medieval GapenCais, which was annexed to the crown of France in 1512. The city was devastated during the Wars of Religion in the 16th century. Though there was a 5-star hotel in the town center, the Hotel Ibis on Blvd. Georges-Pompidou, Hook wanted to take her to a more remote place to spend some quality time together...and perhaps a few other things, as well. They would take the train and rent a car in Gap. 

Jon, on the other hand, correctly perceiving that Lee, like himself, was looking for the unexpected, the rush of exposure perhaps, the mixing with others, had determined on a fast run in his Mercedes to the south-west coast of France, which is almost one vast nudist beach, interrupted only by the occasional non-naturist town. Leucate Plage, France is in the south, near Perpignan (number 6 on the world list of best nudist beaches, with 300 sunny days per year), is the classic nudist beach, with golden sand, sparkling waters and countless happily naked holidaymakers. The water is calm and the shore shelves gently into the sea, making it popular with families and non-swimmers. Three naturist resorts share the coastline, but the beach is open to all. The Nude Village OASIS in Port Leucate, where Jon had booked an apartment, is one of the most beautiful Naturist Clubs in all Europe. 

Both couples are excited at the adventure ahead and head to their rooms to refresh and gather up the essentials. Soon they are off, Jon and Lee graciously dropping Hook and Jenni off at the train station. Needless to say, the excitement continues in both motorcar and rail car, as each pair tantalizes their 'mate' with touches, glimpses and racy talk about the fun to be had at their respective destinations. 

Hook and Jenni 

The young woman and older gentleman drew only a few glances upon their arrival in Gap. Age differences seem not so relevant any more in today's worldwide culture. After picking up the rental car - a go-faster (120 mph) 206 CC hardtop convertible with a 110 HP 1.6L engine - the couple headed up Pompidou Blvd. to the chalet. The hidden key was just where expected, and the pair was soon exploring the house, finding, to their delight, a fully stocked pantry and refrigerator, not to mention a superb wine-cellar. Since the owner had spent time in the USA during his naval career, modern appliances abounded, not the least of which was the master en-suite bath. Jenni squealed with delight over the bidet, Jacuzzi and the multi-head shower enclosure with bench seats. She grabbed Hook's hand and pulled him toward the center of the room, where she began to undress him slowly. She kissed each inch of exposed skin as she peeled his clothes off and reached into the shower and turned on the hot water. He took the hint quickly and began undressing Jenni, following his hands with his tongue. They stepped into the shower and delayed gratification from the trip and animalistic lust took over as Hook lifted Jenni's right thigh and settled her onto his throbbing hard shaft. Her back was against the wall of the shower - which turned out to be warmed from imbedded hot water pipes - and to steady herself against his height, her left foot was braced on the edge of the seat. Her arms were wrapped tightly around Hook's broad shoulders and their tongues danced against each other as he fucked her hard, grasping and pulling her delectable ass into his groin. He brought Jenni to at least three mind-numbing orgasms before he finally came, pumping hot ribbons of cum deep into her vagina. The pair finished their shower by washing each other gently while maintaining eye contact. After toweling off, they fell into bed, exhausted from the trip and the lovemaking, but with smiles on their faces. Hook held Jenni closely in spoon position, with his large hands covering her ample breasts, and soon both were asleep. 

Next morning, bodies cried out for nourishment and the pair awakened. Jenni wanted to bring Hook breakfast in bed, but first things first; that 'morning woody' was calling her name. She pulled back what covers remained on him and lowered her lips to his hard cock. She took most of him into her mouth and heard him moan slightly, as he was between that half dreaming and half awake state. She kept stroking him with her lips and tongue, enjoying the fact that he was still mostly asleep and she had complete freedom with his body. She moved her mouth to his shaved balls, began sucking them deeply into her mouth and glanced up at a slight movement from him to find him watching her, his grin spreading from one side of his face to the other. How she loved that broad and sexy smile. 

"What a great fucking way to wake up," he said. 

"Good morning baby, are you hungry?" 

"Only for you right now, please don't stop." 

She lowered her head again and his cock slid back over her lips. She hungrily devoured him and his moans encouraged her. She slid her tongue over the head of his cock and down the underside of his shaft, tracing every vein slowly and deliberately. Jenni knew from hours trading personal needs and likes on-line that Hook can take a lot of teasing and foreplay, but for some reason, he wasn't willing to be teased at this moment. He grabbed Jenni roughly and pulled her to him for an incredible kiss before positioning her over his throbbing rod. He pushed her hips down toward his and slid easily inside her wanton little pussy. They made slow, passionate and amazing love this time. When they finally parted, each smiled at the other and spoke simultaneously, "Are you still hungry?" Laughing, they acknowledged their desire for food, raced to the shower and, soon after, were collaborating on a modest meal. 

That evening, after a sightseeing and shopping excursion, the happy couple returned to the chalet. Jenni takes her purchases inside while Hook gathers some firewood from the several cords stacked neatly at the side of the house. Jenni enters the bedroom to refresh. The chalet is supplied with everything the two need: food, drink, warmth, and a calm atmosphere, serenaded by romantic music. Jenni thinks, 'We will have a night filled with lust and desire.' As Hook lays and lights the fire, he thinks, 'This chalet is a romantic sensuous setting with a roaring fire, a bearskin rug, and a fur covered round bed for later. But in a few moments, Jenni is going to get a surprise.' He then returns to the car to retrieve a few purchases of his own. 

After putting her things away Jenni strips. She tingles at the thought of the rug's softness against her bare skin. She then walks over to the bar, gets an ice bucket, fine wine and two goblets. She walks over and sets things down off to the side, then lies down on the bearskin. 

When Hook arrives he sees Jenni lying naked in front of the fireplace. Her skin glistens in the light of the fire. He cannot keep his eyes off her alluring body. He feels his cock stirring in his pants and thinks, "Oh god she is beautiful!" He can't wait to touch her and hurries to undress, so he can join her. 

Jenni looks up at him and blinks her seductive brown eyes and whispers, "Hello lover! Darling man, I love you for doing all this! Come pour us some wine, darling, to toast this occasion." 

Hook joins her on the rug, naked, pours each a glass and hands one to Jenni. He holds his glass up and says, "A votre santé! Cheers! Here's to us, sweetling." They click glasses, drink the wine, and then set the glasses off to the side. Hook pulls Jenni's body close to his and kisses her passionately. His fingers slowly caress her wanton and wanting body, making her shudder in response. His touch turns her on more as his fingers set her skin ablaze with desire. 

Jenni lets her hand slowly rub the small of his back making him quiver. She feels his hard cock against her thigh and whispers, "Oh baby, I have wanted you so much today. I want to feel your lips kiss and caress every inch of my naked body again. I want to feel your magic tongue circle my clit and lap at my pussy. I want to feel your fingers flick and roll my nipples. I want to feel your cock throbbing in my hands as I gently stroke it. Oh Hook, please make love to me!" 

Hook kisses her cheek and says, "Lie down honey, and let me taste you, from your sweet mouth to your delicious cunt! I want to hear you squeal with delight as my tongue swirls and sucks your hardening nipples. I want to run my tongue through your glistening pussy hair and feel your wetness on my chin as I massage your G-spot. I can't wait to feel your cunt wrapped around my throbbing cock as I enter you slowly, fucking you deep and hard. I love everything about you, Jenni!" 

Jenni replies, "I love what you do to me, baby! I'm all yours, do what you want to me tonight!" 

Hook grins his evil grin and says, "Anything, baby? In that case..." he rises, pulls Jenni to him, drapes her over his shoulder facing backward, picks up the package he dropped while stripping, and carries her to the exterior balcony. Though the chalet is relatively isolated, it would still be possible to see the two on the platform if one had voyeuristic tendencies. He sets her on her feet and before she can protest, he drapes her over the rail, full breasts hanging down on the outside, lovely ass winking at him - and shackles her wrists to her ankles with the cuffs he had bought. 

"What are you doing?" Jenni wails angrily, "I thought we had a nice moment going in there." 

"We did, Jenni my darling, but I think you may find this to be equally to your liking. Beside, you can check off another 'I never' item from your list." With that said, Hook kneels down behind Jenni and begins to lick up her legs, from ankle to ass. At the same time, he reaches through the railing to tweak her nipples, which, by now, have extended nearly an inch. 

"Oh yes, I love the way your tongue works its magic on me. Oh my god, just like that, oh keep going lover, don't stop! That's it, pinch my nipples, flick your tongue into my pussy." She turns her head from side to side, moans in sheer delight, and says, "I need to feel your lips on my clit! Oooooh god, it's throbbing; oooh darling, eat my pussy!" 

His lips feel her wet pubic hairs and laps at them with his tongue. He runs his tongue through the hairs tasting her honey. He spreads her labia and licks her slowly, teasingly from her clit to her anus, making her shake. He stops long enough to say, "Oh love, you taste so sweet, I can't get enough of your nectar!" 

She yells, "Oh yessss, right there, oh my god, just like that! Ooooooh baby, suck my clit harder and finger-fuck my hole! Ooooh, yessss...my darling you're going to make me cum!" 

Hook sucked and pulled her clit into his mouth and bit it. She shook so hard he needed to hold her bucking hips to keep in place. He slid one finger into her vaginal orifice, slowly pushing it in and out. Then he added another, sliding them inside her, probing her G-spot, feeling her muscles grasp and milk them hard. He paused, looked up and said, "Cum in my mouth baby!" 

Jenni replied, "Bite my clit harder! Yessss, ooh god, keep that up! Oh fuck, baby keep going! Ooooooh, yessssssss, ahhhhhhhh, baby, I'm cumming!" 

Just as the wave of climax overtook her body, Hook stood and rammed his steel-hard cock deep in her pussy yelling, "Oh fuck, yesssss, that's it Jenni, keep on cumming! Oh yes, keep going like that, milk my cock baby! I love the way your cunt feels on my cock. Oh my god, love, let me fuck you deep. Oh, this feels so damn good! Oooooooh yes, ooooooh, ahhhhhhhh, yes, oooooooh, I'm there!" shooting his cum so hard he nearly loses his balance. 

As Hook stands there with his cock still inside Jenni's pussy, she is absolutely still, hanging over the railing, barely breathing. He wants this moment to last forever, but he unlocks her shackles and carried her senseless body back to the rug in front of the still-flickering fire. He kisses her lips, feels them part and feels their tongues intertwine. Their love speaks without words as Jenni returns to awareness. 

Jenni looks into his loving eyes and encircles him with her arms. She lays her head on his chest and listens to the beating of his heart. She knows what they have will be lasting forever. As they gaze into the glowing embers of the fire, they fall asleep in each other's arms. 

Jon and Lee 

The excited couple found that every apartment at the Oasis resort is close to the nude beach (1 min.) and offers all the comforts. Large terraces, broad picture windows, grounds like enameled jewels, well equipped kitchens, guards, naturist shopping center within 200m, club-house with restaurant and bar, 2 swimming pools, tennis, sauna, billiards, volley ball, satellite antenna, are among the innumerable services which are available. Lest you, gentle reader, be shocked at Jon's choice, know that according to a poll for British Naturism in 2001, 25 per cent of British people have gone skinny-dipping and one in seven has sunbathed for an all-over tan. And don't forget that Jon and Jenni now live in France. 

After the usual check-in formalities, Jon and Lee followed the porter hand in hand like naughty schoolchildren off on a lark. Despite the disparity of ages between them, they both radiated such joie de vivre that all whom they encountered had to grin knowingly. They encountered only a few nude visitors in this part of the resort. Lee was not offended and shyly asked Jon when they could be likewise unattired. He assured her that they would take of that forthwith, as they entered their assigned apartment, tipped the porter, and stood by the picture window looking out over the beach. 

Jon did not hesitate; he did not think of her husband or his wife. He did not care. He lost all sense of reason and control. His mind was racing with all the nasty thoughts that he'd had of her on the trip down and what he would do to her and with her. His trousers and loosely fitting boxers dropped easily to the floor; he stepped out of them and approached her. With remarkable restraint, considering her gorgeous body and come-hither smile, he gently removed her clothing and let it slip to the floor while their naked bodies embraced. Her body was firm and he pulled it close in a very tight and strong embrace. Their lips met and Jon began to gently kiss Lee while still holding her body in a firm grip. His very hard cock met her very moist and warm pussy as their tongues found each other. They kissed deeper and longer for a long time as their loins pushed harder and harder together until they were in gentle rhythm. Lee started to stroke Jon's ass and groaned when he took his hand and started to play with her hair. He held her firmly with the other hand, ran his fingers though her hair and listened to her breathing get deeper while feeling her breath get hotter as they continued to kiss. 

Then, Jon let go of her, took her face in both hands and gave her a long deep kiss, to which her body responded by pushing harder against his own. He then took one of his fingers and slid it into her mouth, letting it explore as she sucked. The other hand he gently ran down the front of her feeling her hot, sexy body. She moaned slightly when his hand reached one of her lovely, still-firm 36C breasts. He then took the wet finger from her mouth and gently massaged her nipples, teasing them and moving his hand further down the length of her body. As he was doing this he began to kiss her neck, working his way to her nipples, giving attention to each by kissing and licking one, then the other. Her breathing became deeper as his hand continued down the length of her body to just above her pussy, where he let it linger. He then moved his hand to her thighs; in the process he let his hand brush against her swollen lips. She moaned and cried, "Oh Jon, oh please..." 

He teased her in this way as he worked his mouth down her stomach with dozens of kisses and licks. He then got on his knees and began to lick the outside her smoothly waxed lips. Her feminine odor was sweet and musky at the same time. He let her build with anticipation until she could take no more teasing. She grabbed Jon's head and thrust his face into her hot throbbing wetness. His tongue slid inside and she began to moan louder and repeatedly thrust her hips into his face. Jon licked everything inside, from her clit to her anus, as she moaned and began to scream for him to fuck her. He knew that she wanted it hard so he picked her up, forcefully put her on the couch, spread her legs apart and continued the enjoyment of licking her. While licking, he placed both hands on her breasts and gently played with her nipples. She responded with more moans of delight until she was close to cumming. 

"I'm going to cum! Fuck me now like a dirty whore!" Lee pulled his hair forcing him up to face her. She did want it hard and he was now going to give it to her! Jon rose and pushed the coffee table out of the way; things went flying all over the place. He then picked her up and firmly put her on her back on the floor, sitting up and placing his cock near her face. 

"First, you are going to suck my cock!" he commanded as he began to straddle her. She took it in her wonderful mouth and began to suck it vigorously. He let her do this for a bit then pulled it out of her mouth and brought it to her pussy. She was so wet that Jon's cock slid in with only a few pumps. 

"Fuck me! Hard!" she said. 

"Oh, I am just getting started!" he exclaimed. They began to thrust harder and harder, deeper and deeper. Jon could feel his cock hitting the back of her vagina and pressuring her cervix. They were both getting louder and louder, calling each other all kinds of dirty names and expletives, loving it and in total ecstasy. Then he grasped her wrists and pulled her arms above her head, held her wrists firmly to the armrest to get some good leverage, and began to pound her as hard as he could. After a bit, Jon forcefully turned Lee on her belly and began to do her doggy, getting some good leverage and fucking her even harder. While doing this, he slipped a finger in her ass with one hand and grabbed and pulled tightly on her hair with the other. "Harder! Harder!" she screamed. So he did, feeling her pussy begin to swell up as she got closer to orgasm. She started to tremble and groan and Jon pulled his dick out of her pussy and started to stimulate her clit with his finger. "I am going to cum in your ass," he said and began to work his very wet, hot cock into her tight anus. "Yes!" she said, "Do me in the ass, cum in it, oh yes!" As he worked it into her, she stiffened, wailed, and came all over his hand. She was a squirter! After a few pumps in her tight little ass Jon began to cum. They were both exhausted and covered in sweet sexual sweat. Rolling to their sides on the couch, they fell asleep in the same position, dreaming of the additional sensual delights that yet awaited. 




Jenni's Senseless Delight Ch. 03



Jenni's Senseless Delight Part 9 [part 9 of 12]

We rejoin our two swapped couples; one in the Alps and one on the Mediterranean shore. A few photographic highlights before they return to their own spouses. 

You recall that we left Jon and Lee engaged with breakfast at the naturist resort at Leucate Plage in the southwest of France. Jenni and Hook were preparing to make a private porn film at the Alpine chalet in Gap. 

Jon & Lee 

Jon had checked off yet another 'I Never' item when he discovered that he and Lee had made passionate love on the apartment sofa with her still wearing her ankle-strap sandals. The moment ended and they both headed for the shower to clean up for breakfast. They took their towels to breakfast in the café, otherwise nude, a new experience for Lee. She soon became accustomed to being totally exposed, as the café was moderately crowded with an assortment of likewise nude bodies of all ages, shapes, sizes, and nationalities. As she lost the last of her inhibitions, Lee realized how free and natural she felt; totally at ease with her own body and Jon's, as they sat, ate, and chatted on a variety of topics. Lee was pleasantly surprised to find that Jon was highly educated, amusing, and articulate on many topics, a persona he seemed to hide when clothed. Eventually, their discussion evolved to the possibility of recording some aspect of their time together for their spouses' and their own enjoyment after the vacation was ended. 

After breakfast, they strolled hand in hand, with many adoring looks and an occasional light kiss, over to the registration building to see the manager. Luckily, Carol was free and ushered them into her spacious office. None of them remarked that all three were totally nude. Carol is well known for her massage techniques, and has even been known to enjoy a massage herself from a lucky guest or two. She also provides a somewhat lucrative photographic modelling service. A discrete inquiry revealed that nearly any form of photography could be accommodated, whereupon Jon proposed the following: "Madame Carol, je devrais être franc en expliquant que nous ne sommes pas mariés... entre eux -- Madam Carol, I should be frank in explaining that we are not married...to each other." 

With a twinkle in her eye, Carol responded, "Thank you for speaking my native language, but perhaps we should remain with English so your...companion can understand what we say. Be assured that your personal lives and preferences do not concern me. All that is necessary is that you are not grouchy, are happy with each other, and have the utmost in service from my establishment. Now, what can I do for you today?" 

Jon thanked her and continued, "We would like to leave with some photographic evidence of our stay in this wonderful resort. Especially, we wish to share with our true spouses some, comme on dit (how shall I say), des moments intimes (some intimate moments)." 

"Ah, Monsieur Jon, you have come to the right person. I can offer you a variety of carefully chosen private or group photo experiences to satisfy the most demanding palate. What is it you have in mind?" 

"You are most understanding," Jon responded. "We want some of the usual discrete photography of our movements about the resort. I leave it to your staff to accomplish the details. However, we are also looking for specific experiences to record. I have never been photographed during the sex act, and Madame Lee has a trifecta in mind. That is, sex with 9-10 people watching her having sex with a man, including her use of a strap-on to bugger a male." 

"Hmmmm. I assume you would be the recipient of her passionate thrusts?" Acknowledged by a nod from both Lee and Jon. "This may take some time to set up. Can you wait a bit? I realise that you must leave tomorrow, so I will do my best to work you in to the schedule tonight." 

"Of course, Madame Carol, we will be at your disposal for tonight. Only inform us of the hour and the place." 

With these details settled, Jon and Lee returned to their apartment to assemble the few essentials they would carry to the beach for the day: sunscreen, towels, sandals, lip balm, wide brimmed hats, sunglasses, and liquid refreshment. Needless to say, the total freedom of being in the sun and water, free of any clothing barrier, was a unique and exhilarating experience for Lee. She was as playful as a young girl, enticing Jon into the waves time and again, racing him back to the lounges provided by the resort along the shore. Jon was so taken with her spirit that he joined in fully, cavorting like a schoolboy and even requiring the camouflage of his towel on occasion as Lee's antics exposed those marvellous sexually unique areas he had so thoroughly plundered the night before. Jon was no newcomer to the naturist lifestyle, but this woman excited him beyond his limits to control. We suspect that Madame Carol's photographers had some good material to record! 

During their day in the sun, broken by a light lunch at the cabana café, and a short nap in their apartment, Jon and Lee became acquainted with several of the couples without children. The conversation was light and friendly, and all agreed to meet at the club for drinks that evening. Nothing was mentioned about the photo session to come. Eventually, the sun became low enough to signal our two naturists to head for their apartment to wash off the oils and sand, and select some light clothing for the bar and restaurant. They were still in a frolicsome mood and several smacks of a towel on naked buttocks seemed to raise the intensity of the glances they exchanged on the way up the path from the sea. 

At the appointed hour, Lee and Jon headed for the bar. Lee had on a loose green cotton blouse with long tails untucked and tied beneath her 36C breasts, unencumbered with a bra. The number of buttons open down the front afforded even the most nearsighted voyeur casual glimpses of her swelling tit flesh, even a turgid nipple on occasion. A calf-length tan skirt, with side slits to the hip, provided alluring views of Lee's spectacular legs, with toned calves and thighs that did not need high heels to display perfectly. The discerning observer would have detected no panty line, although evidence of a thong or V-string would require closer inspection. Simple thong sandals completed her ensemble, highlighted by hoop earrings and a bandeau to hold her hair back. Jon wore a silk shirt with wide vee neckline, sleeves rolled twice up his muscular arms. A pair of Tommy Bahama shorts concealed the organ of interest, and sockless loafers completed the package. A gold chain hung about his neck, glowing against his tanned skin and sparse body hair. 

Their friends from the beach were already established at a corner table and waved Lee and Jon over, calling for more drinks to be served. A large pitcher of Sangria stood in the center of the table and the mood was already quite merry. When Jon offered to pay for the next pitcher, the rest would have none of it. Instead, they switched language to English and said, "Let's choose sides and play for drinks on that Rene Pierre LeChampion 2000 Foosball Table over there. It's a genuine, professional table, with hand-painted Alpax Metal Players on telescopic rods, and a linoleum playfield. Score a goal and the other team buys a pitcher. Bonne chance, mes amis!" 

Fortified with Sangria as they waited their turn, the group grabbed rods on opposite sides of the table and propelled the tiny foosball back and forth with vigorous exclamations in both French and English. Lee turned out to have a talent for the game and she and Jon collaborated to punch in the first goal. To shouts of "Vive les l'Anglais et l'Américain!" another pitcher was ordered and the table temporarily relinquished. More liquid thigh opener was consumed and all were soon demonstrating the sort of camaraderie that comes from long acquaintance, even to a bit of casual fondling when the opportunity was presented. 

Into the midst of this happy group appeared the maître d'hôtel, who commanded their attention and announced, "Mesdames et messieurs, le directeur de ressource, Madame Carol demande le plaisir de votre compagnie à une partie privée en marche à la prochaine porte de pavillion. Votre facture de barre a été payée." Cheers from the others greeted this announcement, but Jon and Lee looked at each other in consternation. "Jon," she whispered, "what is going on? I thought this was to be a private shoot for us?" 

"Patience, my dear, let's just see where this leads. It may be unrelated to our request." So saying, they arose and followed the group next door to the Pavillion, where a smiling Carol greeted them. They were ushered into a medium-sized room where a light repast was displayed on sideboards. A bartender manned a well-stocked bar and disco-style music issued from hidden speakers. Five or six newcomers were already in attendance. After a few moments, Carol pulled Jon and Lee aside and explained. 

"It seemed natural, given the nature of your earlier request for a number of observers, that your newfound friends might be just familiar enough that you would feel more comfortable with them along with the strangers. Thus, I contacted them a bit earlier and they are all d'accord." 

"OMG Jon, I forgot about the condition to have more than eight people watching us make love. I'm not sure I can go through with this," she said. 

"Come now, old girl, it will be a lark. All of us are thoroughly soused already; can't be many inhibitions left at this point. Let's continue and trust Madam Carol to treat this as delicately as possible." As he said this, they saw Carol reach up and unbutton her blouse, shrugging it off her shoulders and revealing her magnificent chest once again. This seemed to be the signal that clothing was now optional, and the assemblage lost no time in removing their confining textiles to continue partying au naturele. 

As the group consumed more alcohol, they became more familiar with one another, subtly guided by Madam Carol's example of a touch here, a squeeze there, and a busy tongue where warranted. She encouraged them to dance to the disco music, and some of the women put on quite a show. It would seem that the day spent in a naturist setting, without any sexual release, had allowed tensions to build to the point where, with Carol's blessing, limits on behavior were seriously relaxed. At some point in the proceedings, assistants opened up a dividing wall, allowing access to a smaller room that was professionally but dimly lighted. Several video cameras were in evidence on tripods, but what drew the attention was the very large raised platform bed in the center of the room. It was covered with crisp white linens; several fluffy pillows were arranged casually and sprinkled with rose petals. A multitude of candles sparkled on small tables near the bed. The scene but awaited the actors. 

Madam Carol approached Jon and Lee. Caressing them fondly, she lifted and molded Lee's perfect, 36C breasts, leaning in to enclose each hardening nipple with a wet kiss and a bit of suction. Lee exclaimed, "Ohhh, Carol, I felt that right down to my toes!" She followed this up by wrapping her arms around Carol, pulling her nude body in tightly, and pressing her full lips to Carol's mouth. As the two were engaged in this tongue tennis match, Carol reached down with one hand, grabbing Jon's now very hard cock, and began to stroke him gently. Finally pulling away from Lee's embrace, she dropped to her knees and drew Jon's throbbing manly member into her mouth. Taking it far back in her orifice, she extended her abnormally long tongue and licked his ball sac as the head of his cock tickled her throat with his pre-cum. Swiveling back to Lee, she found the older blonde's pussy leaking juices like a sieve. Her tongue paid appropriate homage to the culinary site, utterly disarranging all four sets of labia and obtaining copious samples of Lee's lemony feminine essence by licking from perineum to clit. She then rose gracefully, kissed the two and said, "Now that you have exchanged fluids by my proxy, it is time to fulfill your desires. Come with me, just the two of you at first, to the other room." 

Almost shyly, the two were drawn by Madam Carol toward the waiting altar of love. Jon's gaze was locked on Lee's lovely body, lightly tanned from the day's activities in the sun and sea. She seemed to glow with an inner fire, almost virginal in its purity. He thought to himself, 'My god, I love my Jenni forever, but this woman could have me anytime she wants with a mere glance." With this, his thoughts turned briefly to what his wife and Hook might be doing at this moment, but the thought was dispelled as they sat together on the bed. Lee, meanwhile, was having similar thoughts, but her excitement overrode whatever thoughts she might have had of Hook and Jenni. She gazed adoringly at this muscular, erudite, accomplished, and surprising man with whom she had already established a profound - and somewhat disconcerting - relationship. Of course she would return to America with Hook and their life would go on as before, but this time with Jon restored her youth, supercharged her hormones, and made her feel wanted more than she had felt in years. 

"Now, mes enfants," said Madam Carol, "merely continue what has been started. Celebrate the respect and love you have for each other. Allow the sexual harmony to flow between you, and others, as the time is right, as you have enjoyed the freedom of our textile-free resort; the sun and the wind, and the sea on you lovely naked bodies. Feel neither shame, doubt nor inhibition. Enjoy this evening together." 

As Carol withdrew to the edge of the room, the camera technicians continued to record the sensuous moment. Lighting was subtly changed to cast a warm glow over the bodies of the two lovers as they stretched out on the bed and embraced tenderly. Lee was softly stroking Jon's face, running her fingers up into his full head of wavy hair as they offered each other their souls through their seeking mouths. Jon's hands were engaged in feeling as much of Lee's smooth skin as possible, running his palms up her legs, pausing to caress the soft spot behind her knees, then moving over her gently rounded hips to her concave waist, taut belly, and up to her ribcage. Then, withdrawing and turning, he repositioned on his knees above Lee's head. As she reached for him, he bent to tease his tongue into her slightly open mouth in another upside-down kiss. Both their heart rates increased to aerobic levels from the sensations created by the tops of their tongues rubbing and sliding together. Jon's hands went lower to cup her breasts, standing firmly away from her chest, the nipples extended 3 centimeters. Gently, he caressed the soft mounds of flesh that he had come to know as well as his Jenni's. Nearly identical, Lee's breasts had a different ripeness to them from having given suck to her children many years before. 

The kiss went on and the other partygoers were silently ushered in to watch the moment. The tenderness of the scene was not lost on the standing couples, and juices began to flow from cocks and vaginas all over the room. Accompanied by roaming, groping hands and fingers, the sexual temperature in the room climbed higher until the pheromones had claimed all in the spell of Jon and Lee's lovemaking. Succumbing to the overpowering aphrodisiac of the pervasive scents, Jon broke the mouth kiss with Lee and inched forward until his seriously leaking cock was brushing the same full lips his mouth had just relinquished. The movement allowed him several swipes with his tongue across Lee's nipples, accompanied by low moans and inhaled breath from the lovely woman below him. As she opened her mouth to receive his rigid rod - he could not remember his cock feeling so full - he nibbled his way across her perfect abdomen to her newly shaved pubes. 'Good lord,' he thought, 'I feel like I'm making love to a virgin again.' 

Lee had his cock fully in her mouth now, letting it soak in her moist cavity, poking her cheeks outward as she manipulated the glans with her tongue. The sensations Jon was feeling were enhanced by her long nails scraping over the surface of his, also, newly shaved scrotum. The surface dimpled as his testicles started to rise. Lee, on the other hand, was having difficulty concentrating on giving Jon superb head as he blew hotly on her clit. She felt the nubbin begin to emerge and shivered slightly. Jon smiled to himself as he lightly closed his teeth around the tiny button, releasing quickly as Lee abruptly jerked her pelvis upward. Lee's entire body shuddered and she took Jon's cock deep into her throat, holding with one hand near the base to control the depth as she tried to concentrate on breathing and sucking at the same time. Jon's fingers crept across the lovely creatures hips, inward to grasp her labia majora and draw them widely apart. This exposed the glistening folds of her inner lips and the deepening pinkness beyond. Jon thought he had never seen such an enticing picture as Lee's feminine charms laid out before him like a butterfly at an epicurean feast. He felt his balls rise further with Lee's rhythmic ministrations to his love pole and dipped his tongue deeply into her honey pot. 

At this point, Madam Carol urged four of the watching couples forward to the bed. As though rehearsed, they took up positions alongside the couple, alternating male-female, four to a side. Taking small vials of fragrant oil from an assistant, they coated their hands and began to gently rub the nude flesh of the couple engaged in oral gratification. After a momentary pause by both Jon and Lee, they accepted the additional participants as they increased the pace of their own tongues and fingers. The background music changed to a deep throbbing beat as the lights changed intensity with it. That, with the stimulation of many hands soon provided the necessary additional stimulation to bring the two to the edge of orgasm. Both fought to hold off the sensory explosion as the other oiled hands began more intimate probing. Lee drew her knees up to facilitate Jon's stimulation of her pussy and clit and as she took Jon's quivering cock even deeper into her throat, the swallowing motion sent Jon's seminal fluid boiling up out of his balls. He retained enough awareness to extend two fingers into Lee's cunt, curling them under to massage her G-spot. 

Two of the six 'bit players' poured more oil over their fingers and rubbed briskly around the pair's anal rings. As they each inserted a digit into an anus, the volcano in Lee's pussy erupted, squirting 'molten' ejaculate upward in a spray that coated Jon's face. At her other end, Jon delivered an equally 'molten' offering straight down Lee's throat to her stomach. So intense were the stimulations that Lee crested and rode the peak of her orgasmic wave for the first time in her life. She was no longer aware of the room or the participants, only feeling as though her body was filled with and expanding with pulsating energy. She felt vaguely that if she could just ride this wave long enough that her body would expand to accept the pleasure in every cell. Even Jon's deflating cock slipping from between her lips did not interrupt her journey to nirvana. Her last thought before falling unconscious, was that she was at last completely fulfilled as a woman! Later, she would learn that she had been in this state for nearly an hour. Jon and the others, completely fascinated, had continued their ministrations, helping to keep her on the crest. For the short time she was senseless, Lee's body was lovingly bathed with warm cloths, helping her skin to absorb the rubbing oils. When she awoke, all were struck by the radiance of her body and her wide smile. 

Hook & Jenni When last we observed them, Hook had pushed two Ben Wa balls into Jenni's vagina with his tongue. He said to her: "Knowing your puss as well as I do now, I'm sure you won't have any trouble holding both balls in there all day. You can experiment finding the best spot in which to hold them. When you walk, they will not only roll together and produce delightful vibrations, but the tiny bells inside each will produce a faint tinkling sound and vibrations of their own." 




Jenni's Senseless Delight Ch. 03



Jenni stared at him for a moment, reached down with her hand to spread her labia, but could not see the balls, and said, "You are the most devious man I have ever known. You seem to remember everything I have ever told you. And now, you are going to make me walk around all day with these damned tinkling sex toys banging my G-spot? Well, you proper rotter, you had best be prepared to handle one hot and horny bitch at the end of this day!" 

"Count on it," said Hook mildly. "Actually, I'm curious to see what it feels like to screw you silly with those inside you. Now, let us up and about to enjoy the day." The two reluctantly dressed and left the chalet to pursue interests other than sexual, although Hook had to grin from time to time as it was obvious that Jenni was shifting the balls around. The faint chime sounds were a constant reminder of her constant low-level simulation, and Jenni's eyes smoldered with...hunger?...anger?...as they moved about the town. Not far beneath the surface was both their thoughts about the coming porn shoot at the chalet, now only awaiting the arrival of the film crew Hook had engaged. 

After some joint and independent shopping, the two met in a small bar to discuss their plans. Jenni asked, "Since this is your play, dearest Hook, can you tell me what scenario you have cooked up for us tonight? I mean, based on my limited experience with shooting XXX rated shows, the plot is not usually the thing! Hot, hard, messy sex is usually what it degenerates to, with the director offering minimal suggestions to keep the action flowing and not waste time or film." 

"Why Jenni, my luv, do you doubt my abilities to ensure not just steamy sex but a decent story line as well? While I have left the details to the director, we have some choice about clothing...or lack of it...and the actual sex acts themselves. What we are 'shooting' for is a depiction of our natural behavior with each other, laid within an interesting story line. For instance, last night you seemed to like the little bit of restraint I tried on you. We might incorporate some more of that. Also, I know you don't really care for anal, but you have seemed to enjoy it when you had been thoroughly fucked already and were riding an orgasmic wave (Part 1)." 

"Hey! Don't you be getting any more ideas about my delicate English arse!" Jenni spat at him. "What I was wondering, though, was whether it's to be just you and me, or whether 'bit part' actors will be involved?" 

"Well, I did mention to the director that he might want to bring a crew that could participate if called for, but I didn't specify anything special. I'll leave it up to you, sexy woman, whether you want additional stimulation. Speaking of which, I notice you are squirming a bit. Still trying to get the Ben Wa balls in the right spot?" 

"Nice of you to notice, luv. Your Jenni is steaming right now, and dying to get fucked! So, ok then on the additional actors; I'll keep that in mind," she said gently with a wicked grin, "and we will let the mood dictate the flow." They both finished their drinks, arose and strolled off arm in arm, looking nearly like father and daughter, were it not for the ass-grabbing and ear licking that took place on the way at irregular intervals. The countdown was beginning as both turned up the heat to achieve a simmering readiness for the fun ahead. 

When they reached the chalet, they became a bit preoccupied with their own thoughts, washing and dressing carefully in anticipation. Minimal and comfortable clothing was the rule, despite their naturist pact to stay nude indoors. After the meeting with the film crew they could move on to whatever wardrobe elements worked best. 

As the sun was sinking low in the West, Jenni and Hook were sitting nervously on the sofa, sipping Champagne in front of a small fire. Their fingers touched on the cushion between them and their eyes periodically turned from the flames to stare deeply into the other's. Conversation was minimal, with the tension seemingly rendering the loquacious lovers temporarily mute. The general parameters of the night ahead were known; it was the devil in the details that preoccupied their minds. How far to go? How open to be? What secret desires to unleash? While it was clear that they respected and adored each other, nearly as much as their mates, there was still some uncertainty about how much of that adoration to reveal as a permanent record; what acts could they perform that had not been shared with a spouse; how restrained or open to be? 

At last, the film crew arrived in a flurry, carrying in cases and equipment - the mundane but essential stuff of which movies are made. Lights were adjusted and mic booms cleverly placed while the director introduced himself and crew to the pair. His name was Laurent, and he had a good reputation for thoroughness, honesty, and artistic insight. He accepted a glass of Champagne and talked animatedly with Jenni and Hook, mostly looking down Jenni's blouse (but of course; he was French!). He outlined the general story line they would follow and made some costume recommendations. He had brought, at Hook's request, an assortment of new, sealed-in-plastic, sex toys for them to employ at their discretion: dildos, butt plugs, anal beads, ball gags, blindfolds, wrist and ankle restraints, a paddle and flogger, sensual feather tickler, cherry body Gellé, nipple clamps, and a studded multi-speed vibe. 

All was in readiness. Hook retreated to the small bath to await his cue while the crew set up around the bed in the master bedroom. Jenni moved into the en suite bath to get ready. Candles were lit for effect and a DVD of sensual music was turned on. The director shouted, "Action!" Jenni opened the bathroom door and approached the bed. 

There was a noticeable intake of breath among the film crew. Inured to the sight of beauty, clothed and unclothed, as they were, Jenni was simply stunning! Over her peaches and cream complected skin, she was wearing a pink satin and "Eyelash" lace bustier with under-wired cups, hook & eye back, adjustable straps and removable garters. A frilly G-string barely covered her shaved muff, leaving little to the imagination as Jenni displayed a perfect 'camel-toe' under the tight elastic. Dark patterned stockings led the eye downward to the pink and black 5-inch pumps, making stops at finely molded thighs and athletic calves. She flipped her blonde tresses to the side as she languorously stretched out on the bed, reaching over to the nightstand for a pair of 'sexy librarian' glasses and a copy of Cosmopolitan magazine in French. The cameras captured the swell of her 36C breasts as they almost popped out of the bustier, revealing the hint of strawberry nipples, as well as one perfectly rounded hip as she turned on her side, pretending to read the magazine. 

On cue, Hook called out, "Jenni, darling, where are you?" 

"In here, baby," she responded, getting all warmed up for you." Hook strode into the bedroom, wearing a business suit and carrying a dozen roses in one hand and a bottle of Champagne in the other. As he entered, the cameras captured his startled look as he caught sight of Jenni stretched on the bed. She grinned at him and said, "My goodness, is all that for little old me, baby? And it looks as though that's not all you've brought me," indicating his tented trousers. 

Hook glanced down, seemingly aware of his massive erection for the first time. He broke into his trademark grin and replied, "Well, luv, it certainly isn't a banana! I thought these," indicating the wine and flowers, "would help us celebrate, but the way you look tonight, I should have brought a Rolls-Royce and a symphony orchestra!" 

"Awww, you say the sweetest tings, babeeee. Come on over here and give mama a kiss." Setting aside the gifts, Hook rushes to her side and encloses her small but perfect body in a bear hug, while trying to take inventory of all her teeth. Jenni responds with a moan and then a giggle saying, "Why don't you get those business togs off so we can play a little. Don't you want to try out some of our toys?" 

Hook gets that evil look on his face. He moves to a table and starts up a CD for accompaniment as he disrobes slowly to tease Jenni. She flings the magazine to the floor, removes her glasses and fixes him with an admiring and speculative look as his body is slowly revealed. Matching his evil grin, she reaches in the nightstand and removes a thin vibrator, with a curved tip. As she turns it on, the audio equipment picks up the steady hum as Jenni teases the vibrator under the edge of her G-string. "Want to play with me, big boy?" she says. "Show me whatcha got." 

Hook removes the last of his clothing, making a big show of pulling down his Jockeys, watching Jenni's mouth assume an 'O' shape as first the glistening tip and then the shaft of his rampant manhood appears. Leaving the briefs partway down his cock, he advances on Jenni, who pretends to cower in fright. "Oh Hookeee, babeeee, you aren't going to stick that big thing in little old ME, are you?" 

"Nobody ever said you weren't sharp as a tack, Jenni. I just may have that in mind," as he stood towering over her next to the bed. "Now, strip off my briefs with your teeth. If you're still ready to play, trade that vibrator for something meatier!" Jenni leans forward, keeping her eyes on his face as she mouths his cockshaft through the briefs. Licking the glans and collecting the gratuitous offering of pre-cum there residing, she grasps the elastic band in her teeth and pulls downward. As the briefs slip free of his cock, it bounces once, nearly hitting her eye. Jenni rolls over on the bed and completes her task on her back, staring up at the mighty muscle and succulent sacs displayed above her. 

She hands Hook the vibrator sighing, "Here, oh mighty lord, a fair trade perhaps, but I think I shall have the best of it," as she reaches up to fondle and squeeze his balls. 

With a roar, Hook leans over, grasps Jenni's ankles and pulls them toward his shoulders. Thinking she knows what lies ahead, Jenni reaches out to steady her hands on Hook's legs. However, he doesn't stop there, with her G-string covered pussy and anus merely exposed to view, but lifts her legs straight up until her pussy is next to his mouth. By merely bending her hips in this vertical '69' position, Jenni is secured at the top with Hook's hands holding the backs of her firm thighs over his shoulders. With her hands hanging free, she reaches for the most obvious object in sight, Hook's throbbing and dripping cock. Barely able to grasp it completely with one small hand, Jenni licks downward along the underside of his manmeat, while cradling his balls with the other. Meanwhile, up topside, Hook bites through the string covering Jenni's world-class pussy and discards the frilly thing. Her lips already are partially open from the force of gravity and he loses no time in completing the job with his tongue, spreading her open and plunging deeply into her pink folds and adding to the moisture already present along her vaginal walls. His expression changes slightly as he hears a tiny tinkling sound from Jenni's pussy as he is moving her thighs about to get maximum coverage with his tongue. 'The little minx left the Ben Wa balls in,' he thinks. Always thorough, he laves her perineum and rims her as well. He finds this such a delightful circuit that he completes the trip many times as Jenni gobbles his meat down below. The pair seems to have completely forgotten the film crew, the male members of which are having difficulty with their trousers. The two women on the lights are also having difficulty but find easy to relieve with a hand under the skirt. 

The inevitable conclusion is reached, as Jenni thrashes about uncontrollably, skewered at both ends by Hook's tongue and cock. Her orgasmic moans pass the final stimulus to Hooks genitals and he erupts with a white froth into Jenni's mouth even as she creates a molten pool of her cum in her upside-down cunt. With cum running everywhere, Jenni goes limp and Hook lowers her tenderly to the bed before his legs give out and he sinks down beside her, exhausted. The film crew breaks into wild applause, but there will be no encore for a while yet. The pair finally stir, turn and embrace, gazing tenderly into each other's eyes as Jenni says, "Where did you ever get the idea to do that?" 

Hook replies, "I've always wanted to try it ever since I saw this female gymnast in a porn flic do a handstand in front of a guy seated in a chair. She then arched over and rested her thighs over his shoulders as he ate her. Frankly, this was much better, thanks to your very talented mouth and sweet juices." They then got up and retired to the bathrooms to prepare for the next scene to be filmed...a mild B&D scenario. 

Jenni's Senseless Delight Part 10 [part 10 of 12]

We continue with the erotic photographic sessions involving our two swapped couples; one in the Alps and one on the Mediterranean shore, before they return to their own spouses. 

Jon & Lee 

Lee had achieved her continuous orgasm state, was rendered senseless by the erotic overload to her nervous system, and has reawakened. The three couples who contributed additional sensory inputs surround Jon and her, while Madam Carol and the film crew are beaming in the background. 

"My word!" Lee exclaimed, "I really did it, didn't I? I mean, with lots of help from you wonderful people," reaching out to touch and squeeze. 

"Lee, baby, if I hadn't been part of it, I'm not sure I would believe it. You were absolutely magnificent, my luv. I am thinking I should perhaps become a Mormon so I could have both Jenni and you as wife. Never have I felt more powerful or protective as when you started Those...vibrations, I guess. However," Jon said looking around, "we probably couldn't have brought it off without our six friends here. Thank you all, but I don't think we can afford to retain you for similar such events in future." 

"Jon, darling," Lee injected, "that may not be totally necessary. Now that I've experienced it, I think I might be able to get back there on my own." she paused at the look of dismay on Jon's face, ".by which I mean, without the whole group. Don't worry, dear one, I shan't quite be able to manage it without your very skilled fingers and tongue. You know, it is sorta like riding a bicycle, or surfboard, or water skies...you get the sense of the ride in your brain and just tap into it again when you want to." 

"Thank heavens, Lee, I thought perhaps I had been rendered superfluous, sort of like plain vanilla sex replaced by masturbation." 

"To use one of your favorite expressions, dear: Bollocks! First, the sex we have had from the first could hardly be called plain - though perhaps you liked my 'vanilla' skin better before the tan - and second, for me, masturbation will never replace a good hard fuck with a stud like you or my husband, Hook. Finally, this state I was in might be able to be achieved with an assortment of sexual devices - I'm almost tempted to experiment - but I think I much prefer the human touch to get me 'up on the step', so to speak." 

"OK, Lee, I appreciate the vote of confidence. Despite the fact that 'Little Jon' here seems ready to go again," looking down to the readily apparent evidence of his growing excitement, "It seems as though neither of us can get enough of you, my lovely, sensuous, confident partner," reaching to gently stroke her bare thigh. However, after your experience, I imagine you might want to rest for a while?" 

"Oh Jon, you are so sweet and caring. I love the attention you lavish on this old broad. However, as they said on Castaways, 'what's next?' Surely, with all this equipment and these lovely naked people, we can find yet more mischief with which to entertain ourselves?" 

At this, Madam Carol steps forward and gathers Lee up in a full body hug, pressing her full breasts to Lee's. "You must surely be French, cherie," she says, kissing her fully on the mouth. "I feel privileged to have been present for this unique experience. I can see I also chose well for the three couples who assisted. But now, mindful of your reasons for requesting my film services, I would like to suggest a slightly different scenario dedicated to Eros. Please seat yourself in this comfortable chair next to the bed. Monsieur Jon, please come over here with me for a moment. Then, advancing to the doorway, she calls out, "Evangeline, c'est le temps." 

The cameras begin again as a soft, haunting melody comes through the speakers. Lights dim and a soft circle of light from a diffused spot captures Lee and the bed in its perimeter. Another circle of light grows at the doorway. Seemingly from nowhere, a firm bare arm appears in the light. It twists a moment, allowing reflected light from the metallic polish-coated nails to speckle the room. A shapely leg appears next, barefoot except for sheer white hose with lace stay-up panels enclosing one perfect thigh. The leg flexes in time to the music, displaying shapely calves and a delicate instep. Except for the music, the room is hushed, breaths collectively held in anticipation. 

In the blink of an eye, the complete owner of the arm and leg is standing in the portal. She is so lovely - delicate and perfectly formed - that there is a collective gasp from the room. Reddish-brown hair falls in soft waves across her shoulders onto the upper swell of her full, conical breasts, encased in a stretch halter cowl neck mini dress that barely covers the stay-ups. The simplicity is enhanced by minimal makeup - hell, the gorgeous creature doesn't need any - and unbroken save for a 1/2ct diamond stud in her left nostril. She wears a faint smile on her face and her eyes are wide and innocent. She pauses but a moment and then, stalked by the circle of light, advances on the bed, carefully placing one delicate foot in front of the other and slightly locking her knees with every step. The effect is to cause her magnificent firm ass cheeks to appear in conflict for possession of the mini dress. Already, every male in the room carries a throbbing erection; collectively, they indicate the direction to heaven. 

The girl pauses briefly upon reaching the bed, turning her head slightly and staring directly into Lee's eyes, which are locked on the girl's face like a mongoose on a cobra. The girl climbs onto the bed, the mini dress creeping up and revealing her perfect, bare ass. She crawls slowly toward the point nearest Lee's chair, stops, and kneels. Both spots have captured her in their intensity as she crosses her arms, grasping opposite sides of the halter dress, and whips it in one smooth motion from her body. Spreading her knees wider, she reveals a small clump of reddish-brown pubic hair on her mons. Her breasts are slightly upturned, pointing toward the ceiling, her dark areoles and rouged nipples are already hard. Her eyes, which have never left Lee's, sparkle in the light. She holds her hand out and speaks in accented English: "I am Evangeline and you must be Lee. I am yours to do with as you wish." 

Stunned, Lee has an almost panicked look on her face as she looks first to Jon and then to Carol. Jon motions her encouragingly toward the girl. Carol says, "C'est vrai, mon enfant. Only do not injure her. You may wish to look in the drawer of that table next to you." 

Lee turns her head back to stare into the girl's lovely gold-flecked eyes with wonder. "I could never harm such a beautiful creature," she whispers. She turns to the table and opens the drawer. Her eyes widen and she glances at Carol with amusement. Laughing, she exclaims, "Madame, you know me better than I know myself," as she draws out four silken scarves. Holding them in her hand she stands and moves next to the girl, tilting her head up with a forefinger under her chin. Smiling, she says, "Evangeline, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I accept your gift with the condition that I may give you one also." 




Jenni's Senseless Delight Ch. 03



"Mais naturellement, cher Madame Lee, anything at all that you wish." 

"Good. Please lie on your back while I remove your stockings." Evangeline swivels without seeming effort, extending her legs. Lee kneels on the bed next to her, leans over and inserts her tongue in the girl's navel. Evangeline jumps slightly, then moans as Lee licks and swirls her tongue in and around one of Evangeline's erogenous zones. She then deposits a series of small kisses over the girl's gently rounded belly, moving down to the tuft of hair. Taking a few of the silky hairs in her mouth, Lee tugs gently, restarting Evangeline's moans and precipitating involuntary shivers along the girl's exquisite body. As her fingers slowly roll each stocking down those perfect legs, Lee follows with her lips and tongue, thoroughly enjoying the sensations she was causing and receiving. As the gossamer fabric departs a delicate foot, Lee holds it gently in her hands, watching the girl intently. The girl licks her full lips and Lee bends to suck each toe in succession, bathing them with the moisture of adoration. 

Pausing when both feet have been thoroughly laved, and smiling at the girl's almost imperceptible writhing, Lee admires again the body stretched before her. Evangeline's breasts are firm and rounded, her pectorals enabling them to thrust boldly forward, their pale flesh smooth and unblemished, save for a tiny mole next to the nipple of the left breast. Below, is a slender hourglass shape that spreads enticingly to the swell of her perfectly contoured hips. The span of her belly stretches invitingly between them, presenting a sensuous little curve, with the shaded hollow of her navel marking its center point. The pronounced arch of her mound of Venus lifts in a distinctly prominent arch that conveys a promise of her innate sexuality. Her thighs are firm and shapely, the valley between curving inward to meet delta of her femininity. From there her incredibly long legs descend as elegantly turned columns, narrowing gently to her dimpled knees, eye appealing in their graceful curved symmetry. She was a vision of delightful, youthful beauty in the full bloom of womanhood, completed finally by the intriguing contours of her firmly muscled calves (her gastrocnemiae must have been designed by Leonardo himself), beautifully curved as they descend to the dainty shape of her ankles. 

Though reluctant to leave the bodyscape thus presented, Lee motions the girl to rollover on her belly. Accomplishing the task with sensual precision, the girl - Eve, as Lee now preferred to think of her - lay with her head turned to one side, her hair stretched over her alabaster shoulder in waves. Her trapezius muscles, though the epitome of feminine softness, nevertheless give an impression of the strength and endurance of a swimmer, while the erector spinae muscles alongside her spine lead the eye to the iliac crest and gluteus muscles known to layman as a 'ten-point ass.' 

Lee moves forward on her knees, nudging the girl's legs apart and up until they are resting on her thighs. With the perfect woman's perfect rosebud and vulva displayed and open to her, she gently strokes her fingers up those endless legs until she is able to feel the warmth of that essential, secret symbol of Eve's femaleness radiating against her hand. Moving delicately, she repositions her fingers, placing one on each side of the sacred opening to the waiting sheath of love to stroke lightly against the soft, moist flesh. Both fingers move synchronously, stroking slowly up and down over the sensitive flesh while at the same time pulling slightly sideways to draw apart the twin lips that stand sentry to the sanctuary of her womb. The girl, Eve, can barely hold herself still under Lee's tender and increasingly intimate ministrations. She gives vent to her rising passion in a torrent: "Ah, Madame, vous faites flotter mon coeur. Je ne peux pas le soutenir si vous ne me donnez pas bientôt le dégagement sexuel." (Oh, madam, you are causing my heart to flutter. I cannot bear it if you do not soon give me sexual release.) The saturated heat of Eve's inner parts and the faint lifting of her hips provide the invitation to accompany her words. 

Lee's only response is to press both fingers into the center of the girl's vagina. Her movements remain gentle as she slowly eases her fingers ever further inside, to stroke their tips against the soft inner walls as she tests their texture and surveys the shape and contours of the lush channel of love that is totally free for her to manipulate at will. With her fingers continuing their lazy exploration, waves of pleasure start to roll through Eve's body and she happily lets Lee test and stretch at the pliant walls of the sheath of her inner flesh to inspire new, guttural sounds of acceptance, pleasure and welcome to come from the back of her throat. 

For a long time Lee continues to explore and assess the faintly ribbed texture of her smooth inner walls by stroking and rubbing gently at them with her fingertips in a way that she knows can give Eve only pleasure. As she does so, her fingers gradually press deeper until reaching the round knob of her cervix, its surface smooth and hard as she strokes and caresses it at length before using the tip of one finger to circle it repeatedly. 

With Eve now more than content to be at the mercy of her enticing caresses, and twisting to smile back at Lee in appreciation, she moves the ball of her forefinger to the front face of Eve's clasping sheath, stroking its tip unhurriedly over the soft and faintly textured muscle until she finds the small, coin-sized circle of smooth skin that marks her G-spot. Eve moans in surprised ecstasy at the new intensity of the already extraordinarily sweet sensations that are coursing through her body and consuming her conscious mind. The electric charge now resounding through her in a never-ending wave of unadulterated joy, had an exotic delight about it that was irresistible. Unable to help herself, she moaned out loud again with undisguised glee. 

As Lee hears her moans, she moves her thumb to press it against the hood of soft flesh that shields her clitoris. The pressure she is exerting varies, sometimes firm and sometimes gentle, sometimes direct and sometimes in a rubbing motion. It sends new waves of pleasure soaring through her body, waves which grow in force when she gently presses the fold of flesh aside to place the ball of her thumb on the small but distinctive knob of her clitoris. Her movement now firm and positive, is a deliberate stimulation of the susceptible bud that she knew could only add to her desire. In a final act of homage to the beautiful creature at her disposal, Lee leans forward and swipes her tongue across Eve's anus. Now the orgasm that has been hovering just below the surface of her sensibilities hits her with incredible force. Her belly knots for an instant - a glorious, breath-stopping convulsion that all but paralyzes her and fills her with a sense of impending triumph and joy. Suddenly, she convulses with a wild sexual scream of passion, her hips jerking with spasms of lust that then break into a series of powerful, rhythmic contractions that seem to clutch and crush at Lee's fingers in waves. It is followed by an overpowering tremor that seizes her, making her body buck and convulse in uncontrollable ecstasy. With her head flung back and her nostrils flaring as she struggles to drag air into her suddenly empty lungs, Eve tenses and a wild, rapturous release takes hold of her. She reaches a height so dizzying, a pinnacle of pleasure so great, that her mind threatens to burst from the sheer pleasure of it and now her cries mingle loudly with the watchers in the quiet stillness of the room. 

As Eve lies motionless in rapturous ecstasy, whimpering quietly, Lee quickly moves to tie two of the scarves around her wrists, then securing them to the bedposts. Beckoning to Jon, she pulls several pillows down and as Jon raises her body positions them under Eve's glorious belly, elevating her marvelous ass. Then, she uses the remaining scarves to bind Eve's ankles to her thighs. As Eve begins to regain her faculties, Jon and Lee tuck her knees up alongside her body so her ass and cunt are essentially presented for their pleasure. Lee pulls Jon over to kneel behind Eve, as she first swallows his cock and then bathes it copiously with her saliva. Jon is groaning at this treatment, but cannot take his eyes off the adorable girl tied helpless and awaiting his fiery fuck stick. Madam Carol hands Lee a tube of lubricant, from which she squeezes a handful and smears it over Eve's delicately hued, crinkly rosebud. Jon smiles broadly as one of his fantasies is about to be fulfilled. 

As Jon approaches the helpless girl's ass, Lee slides off the bed and goes to the bedside chest, where she withdraws a formidable strap-on. Buckling it tightly about her waist and thighs, and fitting the smaller projection in her own pussy, she smears additional lubricant on the bulbous tip and returns to the main scene. The music changes to a wild arrangement of Dance Macabre by Camille Saint-Saens as Jon first teases Eve's pussy with his rod, running it up her slit to her clit and back several times. Eve begins to buck back at him as she attempts to capture his cock in her burning gash, but Jon denies her this comfort. As her whimpering and pleading gain in volume, Jon places the head of his cock at her anal ring, applies pressure and recites the following: 

"Tap, tap, tap - death sits on the tombstone and drums with his heel. Tap, tap, tap - death tunes up his fiddle and plays a weird reel. The winter wind blows, the night is dark The tall trees groan aloud; White skeletons dance across the sky; Running and leaping beneath their huge shrouds. Tap, tap, tap - What a horrible sound! The rattle of bones as they dance round and round! But Listen! The night is ending and here comes the day! And death and his dancers have vanished away!" 

With the last line, Jon thrusts fully into Eve's dainty rectum, accompanied by her high-pitched wail of pain. Her head flies up again as she pleads, "Nooooooon. Arrêter s'il vous plait, monsieur. Je ne peux pas soutenir la douleur!" Jon pulls his mighty tool back, stretching her rectum with it, and squirts additional lubricant on the shaft, before sliding slowly back inside the lovely girl. At this point, as Jon thrusts into Eve, Lee approaches Jon and presses the tip of her strap-on to his own rectum. Grasping him firmly about the waist, she says, "Buggered is as bugger does, my dear," as she slides her own shaft home as the music of the Dance Macabre swirls about them all. As Jon, the meat in the erotic sandwich, thrusts repeatedly into Eve's ass with his iron-hard cock, Lee matches his thrusts and rubs her diamond-hard nipples into his back. The three move pendulum-like, faster and faster, thrusting and screaming out their, now, ecstasy as nerve endings are tormented beyond what they thought possible. At last, la petite mort overcame them all in a blinding frenzy of orgasmic fury, and they collapsed onto the bed exhausted, chests heaving. There was not a dry penis or pussy in the room as the music ended. 

Thus, with simultaneous strokes, were Jon's and Lee's buggering fantasies fulfilled. The room slowly emptied and Madam Carol's staff helped the 'stars' to the washroom to cleanse and refresh themselves before returning to their apartments. Lee and Jon were particularly tender with Eve, assisting her in any way possible, gently sponging her body and rubbing soothing oils into her ravaged, delicate tissues. She assured them that she was no anal virgin and was perfectly fine. She hugged and kissed Lee, thanking her profusely for her initial attentions to her pussy. She offered to return the favor and, for a moment, Lee was tempted, but she declined gracefully, explaining they needed to sleep and prepare for an early departure in the morning. Next, Eve pinched Jon's check, calling him "enfant terrible," but softening the words with a gentle pull at his deflated rod. She presented him with an open-mouthed kiss and whispered, "Merci, Monsieur Jon, for taking it slow with me until the pleasure overcame me." 

With no regrets, and satisfaction all 'round, the participants took their leave, as shall we, to travel into the next episode to rejoin our other naughty couple. 

Jenni's Senseless Delight Part 11 [part 11 of 12]

We leave Jon and Lee momentarily to rejoin our other swapped couple in the Alps for another round of erotic fun. A surprise awaits. 

Jenni & Hook 

Laurent and his crew had arrived with a variety of sex toys and a multitude of lights and cameras. Things were soon rolling along and Hook introduced Jenni to a 'vertical 69' maneuver (with her Ben Wa balls still inserted deep in her vagina). They then retired to the bathrooms to prepare for the next scene to be filmed. 

"Tranquillité! Et Action!" shouted Laurent. 

Jenni is perched on the bed in a lycra halter, cherry print mini dress with contrast trim and red garters. Sheer black stocking emphasize her slim legs, drawing the eye downward to her open-toed cherry and black, 4-inch pumps. The package promises to be as delectable as a cherry pie. Hook strolls into the bedroom in a pair of silk boxer shorts, carrying two glasses and a bottle of Champagne. He pauses to take in the vision on the bed and remarks laconically, "Don't you look good enough to eat, Jenni luv." 


With her usual bubbly giggle, she gives him an exaggerated wink and replies, "That depends on you, handsome; do you have the right utensils?" 

"God, you are a cheeky little bitch," he laughs as he sits down on the bed next to Jenni, unwraps the foil, and pops the cork, catching the frothing wine in the glasses. As Hook strokes her silk-encased leg, Jenni gives him a smoldering look, batting her long eyelashes at him as she sips the bubbly. Encouraged, he plays a bit with the garters, allowing his fingers to brush the smooth flesh that provided the transition to a different sort of liquid refreshment. It is clear, despite Jenni's 'modest' pose, with her legs held tightly together, that the wardrobe mistress has slighted her in the panty department. They drain their glasses and Hook fills them again. But this time, he takes Jenni's glass, sets it down on the table and quickly cuffs her wrists to the bed. He worked so quickly, she barely had time to blink and process what had just happened. Just as it registers, her ankles are tied to each corner of the bed and he slides a soft blindfold over her eyes. Jenni starts to protest, but his lips crush hers and he pulls away, whispering, "Don't worry baby, and don't ask questions." 

Jenni is a bit startled, but not afraid. They had briefly discussed a bit of B&D for the film, but without many details. OK, so now we'll just see how it plays out. Naturally enough, the mini dress is the first casualty of Hook's rising ardor. The front fasteners make it a quick job to display her entire front to public view, and the garters are easily released. She feels cold liquid dripping over her breasts and down her stomach to pool in her navel. She shivers a bit at the cold until she feels his warm lips and tongue follow the path the Champagne had marked out. His lips trail lower and Jenni can hear him deeply inhale her scent as his face becomes positioned between her legs. The tip of his tongue touches her clit and it shoots a current through her neurons. She moans and tenses, thinking she knows what is coming next. But, she is wrong. Jenni feels the chilled champagne running over her clit and jerks her pelvis upward as the liquid seeps between her labia and Hook spreads them with his fingers. Finally, the flow pools in the crack of her ass before dripping onto the bed. As before, he laps up the liquid, making her entire body quiver at his touch. 

She next tries raising her hips to meet his tongue, but he gently presses her back onto the bed. There is the sound of a drawer opening and she gasps in surprise, shock even; she feels both pain and pleasure as he tightens clamps around her nipples. First tugging the chain looped between them to elicit another gasp, he leans over to lick the under curve of each breast, up to the areoles, and onto each nipple. His hands move down to grasp her hips and she feels a lubed finger slide across her ass. "No, no, noooooooo. Damn you, Hook, you know I don't like you messing with my little arse!" 

"Now, now, Jenni, my luv, just relax; this isn't what you think...yet," as his fingers slide back again. She feels him begin to insert anal beads and also feels his hot breath against her Champagne-wetted pussy. With the insertion of each bead, his tongue flicks her hard clit. He is driving her nearly insane, flipping among revulsion, ecstasy, and pain...and he knows it! 

"Please baby, stop torturing me and fuck me now," she begs him. 

As the last bead is carefully inserted inside of Jenni's anus, Hook drives his tongue into the center of her being. She can hold back no longer and begins to flood his face with her own frothing cum juices. He is relentless, continuing to skewer her with his tongue. His thumb then moves over her clit and brings her to another incredible orgasm. As she is still shuddering, he slowly licks and kisses his way to her neck, dragging his steely hardness along her body. Jenni needs him so badly at this point that her breathing turns ragged and labored. As he sucks and nibbles at her neck, she feels the head of his magnificent cock slide from her ass to her clit. With superb control, he plunges himself deep into her eager, pulsating, pink pussy, his lips crushed against hers and his tongue dueling with hers. His cock is gripped in her velvet sheath, a perfect fit as he brings her to heights she had never experienced before. 

Reaching back, Hook unties Jenni's ankles and lifts her legs up over his shoulders while he continues to fuck deeply into her willing body. Next, he removes the blindfold and nipple clamps and their eyes lock as he frees her wrists from the cuffs. Unexpectedly, he pulls out and flips the gorgeous young blonde over onto her hands and knees, losing the remnants of the mini dress in the process, and reenters her vulva from behind. Jenni immediately begins to spasm and cums again. As Hook continues to thrust into her, he slowly starts to pull the beads out. Each time her pussy grips his cock and spasms around it, he removes another bead, until the last one is out. His tempo slows and Jenni tries to catch her breath. She has never felt so much pleasure before and as he pulls himself from her, she is a little disappointed that it's over. Even the hardened film crew is in awe as the young blonde sexpot stretches, totally nude, save her stockings and shoes, dampened with Champagne and leaking cum from her red and swollen pussy. 

"As good as that was, you're holding out on me, luv," he says while trying to get his own breathing under control. 

"Darling man, you've done it again. That was the most fantastic fuck of my young life. Why am I holding out on you?" pouted Jenni. 

"A pity, really; I expected that the way you were convulsing that those Ben Wa balls would have shot halfway across the room," he said chuckling. 

"My god, I clean forgot about those tinkling things. But how in hell did you expect me to expel them when you had your bloody great dick stuffed up my innards?" 

Hook laughs and asks her if she thinks she might now be able to let the balls see the light of day again, seeing as how she is no longer stuffed to the gills with a 'bloody great dick'. Jenni grins as she sits up on the edge of the bed, legs spread, and pulls her labia apart. With a look of intense concentration, she strains her vaginal muscles, giving a silent prayer of thanks for the Kegels she had practiced. All eyes are focused on Jenni's cunt as the inner lips unfold and a colored ball begins to emerge. Suddenly, with a groan from Jenni, it pops out onto the floor and rolls to the feet of a cinematographer. With typical French aplomb, he picks it up, holds it under his nose, swirls it around in his mouth and declares, "Mes amis, c'est un cru de ministre, soixante neuf!" (My friends, it is a premier vintage, sixty-nine!) This is greeted by uproarious laughter, including Jenni, who walks over to the young man and gives him some English tongue.