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Jennie

By: brian473317



Jennie was a brat; an eighteen year old well developed brat, but a brat nonetheless. She didn't really mean to be a brat, but she really disliked being told what to do. She especially disliked being told what to do by her mother's boyfriend. He really was a nice guy who had inherited her as a dependent by virtue of being with her mother. He just had different ideas on raising kids, especially a teen daughter, than her mother did. 

As far as Jennie could tell, her mother's idea of raising kids was to just let them do whatever they wanted to do so long as it didn't interfere with her doing whatever she wanted to do, which was to go to bingo a lot and avoid making any decisions. Mike's ideas on raising kids seemed to include a lot of curfews, rules and disapproving of the friends Jennie chose to hang out with. Jennie knew he meant well but she had a wild streak in her that probably came from her mother. So overall, although she liked him most of the time, she didn't like him much when he laid on the discipline. 

His discipline usually involved sending her to her room and not allowing her to go out, although once he completely lost his temper, threw her over his knee and gave her three quick slaps across her bum. Although she was wearing jeans at the time, it stung like the dickens and once, after smoking some pot she and her friends managed to buy, she had imagined Mike spanking her in her school uniform skirt. In her fantasy her skirt had ridden up until her white panties were exposed and her bum had jiggled and wiggled as he spanked her. In her fantasy Mike hadn't stopped at three spanks either. He had given her ten or more good solid smacks and when he was done he had rubbed her bum gently with his open palm over her panties. He had rubbed her as he explained to her in gentle tones how he hated having to punish her like this and how he never wanted to do it again.

Jennie had shaken herself out of that fantasy completely taken aback at the vividness of it. What surprised her most was how wet she was from the fantasy. Her panties were completely soaked and she thanked God that she was wearing jeans that night; otherwise her friends might have caught the aroma of her wet pussy emanating from beneath her skirt. Jennie thought she could smell it herself, but being high, she wasn't really sure. Luckily her friends never noticed it; at least they never said anything about it.

One thing that had changed after having that fantasy was that, although she had grown used to wearing a pair of athletic shorts over her panties and under her uniform skirt, she had begun wearing just the panties under her skirt, the way most of her friends did. In fact, the next time she went shopping for underwear, her selections had been more brief than anything she had worn before that time. She reconciled the change in style as part of growing up. Gone were the conservative white cotton panties; now she frequently wore smaller French-cut panties and even a thong or two from time to time, although she did wear the white cotton panties on occasion.

The school uniform certainly flattered Jennie. She was about five foot four and had been blessed with a petite frame. Her breasts were small, a 34 B-cup but were topped with small bright red nipples that reminded her of strawberries when they were hard. 

Jennie never liked her own body very much. She wasn't as thin as her friend Cathy. Cathy weighed just over 90 lbs and could fit into clothes that Jennie could only dream of. Cathy's body was as slim as slim could get. Her figure reminded Jennie of many of the singers and actors she saw on TV all the time. They were all so thin and she often dreamed she could be as thin as they were. 

When Jennie looked at her own tits, she told herself that her friend Melanie had much bigger tits. Melanie's chest at 36C was massive compared to just about every other girl in their school. She was even bigger than some of the teachers. Melanie's figure too was much more curvy than Jennie's. Jennie had watched Melanie from behind once while she was walking away and was amazed at the wiggle she produced. Jennie had tried to catch glimpses of herself walking from behind at times but that was virtually impossible. She was much too shy about it to ask any of her friends whether she wiggled when she walked or not. She reasoned then that her wiggle couldn't possibly be as good as Melanie's.

The only section of her own body that Jennie thought was better than any of her friends' was her bum. Round and firm, she thought it looked good regardless of which panties she wore or whether she was wearing jeans or a skirt. She frequently admired it in the mirror after a shower, though sometimes when she did, thoughts of Mike's hand slapping her there drifted into her mind. Each time that happened she would push those thoughts out of her head with a force of will. She also told herself those thoughts made her angry. 

That's what she told herself, even though her pussy usually became wet when she thought about that incident; especially the part where he rubbed his hand gently over her white cotton panties. Sometimes she remembered him rubbing over her panties as part of what had really happened and had to mentally correct herself each time. 

When she got high it was virtually impossible to separate the events in her fantasy from the events of the actual spanking. Her mental state would drift wildly from intense anger at Mike to an indescribable sense of pleasure as she imagined his hand sliding gently over her bum. For this reason, when she knew she and her friends were going to get high, she always wore jeans, just to make sure that her excitement would not become apparent to any of her friends.

Mike didn't think too much about Jennie, although he had noticed when she brought home the French-cut panties from the store. He couldn't help but notice because she had showed them to her mother when she got home. Jennie had been extremely pleased with her purchase but her mother just grunted something unintelligible when Jennie showed her the new lingerie. Mike had seen the incident from the other room and felt sorry for Jennie upon seeing Debbie's unemotional response.

He had moved in with Debbie against his own better judgment five years ago just after he had turned thirty and he had mostly regretted it ever since. Debbie was not a very good girlfriend. She nagged most of the time and she slept on the couch three or more nights a week, so it was pretty obvious what her thoughts on sex with Mike were. Recently she had taken to going to bingo; a lot! She went at least four or five times a week. When she did go, she would stay all night. The first session was at 7:30. The next was at 10:00. The final session started at 1 am and didn't finish until after 3. Consequently Mike stayed home alone a lot. 

Mike didn't mind being alone. He certainly enjoyed it more than he enjoyed being with Debbie. In some ways, he enjoyed being with Jennie more so than with Debbie. Even though Jennie was a brat, she was a nice girl with an infectious laugh and a big smile that made most people smile back; at least when she wasn't being a brat.

This night, Mike was alone and watching TV, Debbie had gone out about five minutes after he had gotten home and Jennie had not been home when he got there. It was Friday night and finally after 11:00 he felt like getting a little high. Neither Debbie nor Jennie knew about his stash in the back of the freezer, which was just the way he liked it. Knowing Debbie as he did, he thought she would forbid him from smoking pot in the house, not because she didn't want Jennie to see it, but just because it would be just one more joy in life that she could deny him. 

He had just finished packing a small amount of pot into his pipe and was holding a lighter to it when Jennie walked in the door. As was her habit, she was moving single-mindedly toward her bedroom through the kitchen. She moved very quickly and there was very little time between her opening the front door until she was breezing through the kitchen doorway. This time she glanced quickly at Mike sitting at the table as she passed by, fully intent on spending as little time talking to him as possible. She stopped dead in her tracks and stared at him with wide eyes as he inhaled on the pipe.

Mike, knowing she had caught him in the act, didn't bother trying to hide what he was doing or pretending it was something other than what it was. 

'Hey.' he said with a nod.

Jennie's mouth opened in shock and she put her hand over it as her eyes grew wider.

'How's it going?' Mike said casually.

'Oh my God!' she said in an awed tone.

Mike frowned and sighed heavily. 'It's not the end of the world you know. It's just pot.'

'Oh my God!' she repeated.

'Oh get over it would you!' Mike said with a laugh. 'So it's pot. Did you think you and your friends were the only ones who'd ever done this?'

Again Jennie was shocked. She had been so careful to make sure that her parents knew nothing about her pot smoking. 

'What do you mean?' she said, trying herself to be casual.

Mike laughed again and put the pipe on the table in front of him. 

'Come on,' he said. 'Did you really think I didn't know about it?'

Jennie blushed and tried to protest her innocence one more time. Mike's laugh irritated her and she ground her teeth in frustration. 

'Come on,' he said, still laughing. 'Forget about it and have a seat.'

Thinking she was in trouble, she sat at the table with a grunt and crossed her arms over her chest. At the same time she put her lip out, pouting furiously. She was in no mood for one of Mike's lectures and she was determined to act the brat to the limit. 

'Oh stop pouting!' he said with a grin. 'If you don't stop pouting, I won't give you any of this.' he said, pointing at the pipe full of weed in front of him.

For the third time in as many minutes, Jennie was shocked. Her petulant expression morphed instantly into wide-eyed surprise.

'What!' she asked in disbelief.

'That's better,' he said. 'At least it's better than pouting. Now do you think you can close your mouth and make your eyes a little smaller than dinner plates?'

Jennie immediately closed her mouth, not realizing that it had been opened at all. She looked at Mike in confusion and then at the pipe he had now picked up and put to his lips. She watched as he lit the pipe and then inhaled deeply. He closed his eyes and held his breath for a moment and then exhaled with a happy expression on his face. He sat back absorbing the feeling and then opened his eyes and grinned at her once more. He held the pipe out to her and she took it in her hand feeling uncertain.

'Okay, your turn,' he said. 'Just don't tell your mother for God's sake! If you tell her she'll make both our lives a living hell, not that it's that far off now.'

She opened her mouth in shock once more and then laughed. She had often suspected that Mike wasn't very happy with her mother. Now she knew he wasn't and the knowledge made her feel like they had shared something important.

'Okay,' she said. 'I promise not to tell her.'

She put the pipe to her lips and sucked on it but got almost no smoke out of it. She looked at it in confusion and sucked even harder; still she got no smoke from it. Again she looked at it, puzzled. She and her friends had always rolled their pot into joints and she had never used a pipe before.

Mike held the lighter to the bowl of the pipe and lit it.

'Try it now,' he said. 'You have to light it with almost every haul.'

She nodded slightly and inhaled sharply. Almost immediately her face turned red and her eyes watered as she gasped. She coughed heavily and her throat felt like it had been set on fire. Mike patted her on the back lightly and got some water from the sink. He rubbed her back gently and held the water out to her. She took it and gulped almost half the glass down to soothe her throat.

'Oh my God!' she gasped. 'How can you do that? That's awful!'

She continued to cough and hack and Mike refilled her water glass three times before her throat stopped burning.

Mike continued to rub her back and she finally stopped sputtering. She smiled at him, grateful that he hadn't laughed at her, although he was grinning at her inexperience with smoking from a pipe. His hand was big and comforting as it passed over her back and she had an odd sense of camaraderie with him at this moment.

'Feeling better?' he asked.

She nodded and smiled again and picked up the pipe from the table. 

'Can I try this again?' she asked.

He smiled and held the lighter to the bowl of the pipe once more.

'Now this time breathe in slowly,' he said. 'If you take it in slowly, you can tell how hot the smoke is and inhale only as much of it as your throat can handle.'

She took it in, her throat still burning slightly, but was able to take a good deal of the smoke into her lungs. She handed the pipe back to Mike and he took his turn. Together they finished off all the pot in the bowl and then sat back contentedly. They were both staring into space and grinning and then Mike stood up.

'Okay, I'm going to change into my pajamas.' He said. 'And I suggest you do the same young lady. Smoking from a bowl is much more potent than smoking from a joint and you probably won't feel much like changing clothes before bed if you put it off too long.'

Jennie grinned stupidly and giggled. 

'Stop telling me what to do!' she said. 'I'm eighteen now and you can't tell me what to do anymore.'

Mike shrugged and smiled.

'Suit yourself,' he said. 'You'll hate yourself in the morning though when you wake up in your nice clothes.'

Jennie looked down at her clothes and realized she was wearing her brand new silk blouse. Also she was wearing her new jeans for the very first time and they were perfect just the way they were. Mike was absolutely right that she wouldn't want to sleep in these clothes and she muttered angrily to herself.

'Okay fine!' she snapped at him.

Mike grinned again and wandered away to change. 

By the time he came back down stairs Jennie was sitting on the couch watching TV. He smiled to himself when he saw that she had indeed changed. She was now wearing an oversized T-shirt that was pulled half-way down her thighs. He vaguely wondered to himself whether she was wearing the white cotton panties she had grown up with or if it was one of the sexier French-cut panties she had bought recently.

He sat down on the opposite end of the couch from her and asked her what she was watching.

'I don't know,' she said, 'some movie.'

Mike shrugged and turned his attention to the TV too, although he couldn't get his mind off of Jennie's panties. For some inexplicable reason, he just had to know which panties they were. He knew it was the pot at work. It had a way of affecting you. If there was something minor on your mind, the pot had a way of making it into an obsession. Questions that you could normally shove aside as irrelevant became matters of the utmost importance; the irony being that once you found out the answer, you frequently dismissed it as irrelevant a few minutes later and then promptly forgot about it.

For her part, Jennie had gone to her room and removed her blouse, carefully hanging it in the closet. She then removed her jeans and hung those up with equal care. She then removed her bra and pulled her oversized T-shirt on. She stood in front of her full-length mirror and held the shirt up over her tummy to study the thong she had worn under her new jeans. She wondered whether she should leave the thong on and turned in the mirror to study the reflection of her bum. Although she liked the way the thong accented her bum with the cheeks completely exposed, her mind wandered to the spanking that Mike had given her just two years before. Once again she thought of his big gentle hand rubbing over her white cotton panties, just as he had rubbed her back when she choked on the pot a few minutes before. For reasons she couldn't explain, she removed the thong and drew a pair of white cotton panties from her drawer and pulled them on. They were clean and smelled fresh. The feeling of warmth and comfort they provided was almost surreal. She imagined Mike's big hand rubbing across her bum and she felt the goose pimples creep over her entire body. She shook off the feeling and then, wearing just the T-shirt and the white cotton panties she went to the living room and turned on the TV.

As they watched TV, both their minds wandering erratically, they kept sneaking glances at each other. Mike kept looking at her legs wondering if she might shift her position so he could at least get a glimpse of her panties; then he could settle the question in his mind once and for all. Jennie kept taking furtive glances at Mike's hands, imagining them rubbing across her bum. The more she thought about it the more jumpy she became, unconsciously moving her bum back and forth into the couch. When the tension became unbearable, she shifted her position, much to Mike's delight, bringing her knees toward her chest and turning slightly away from him so she could lean against the arm of the couch.

Mike was now staring at her bum intently, trying unsuccessfully to see beneath her T-shirt. Although her new position had pulled her shirt up toward her bum, it had not risen high enough for him to glimpse her panties. As he stared he suddenly realized that he had a hard-on. It was well hidden beneath his bath robe and his pajama bottoms but it was definitely there. He came to the conclusion that, between the pot and thinking too much about Jennie's panties, his cock, his recently neglected cock, had responded with an erection that wasn't going to go away until it was dealt with. He decided then and there that he was going to have to jerk off in bed later on, because he certainly wasn't going to be able to sleep like this no matter how high he was.

On a whim he stood up and began walking toward the kitchen. He stopped suddenly and turned toward Jennie.

'Do you want some more pot?' he asked.

She looked up, not understanding the question at first, and then grinned widely.

'Yeah!' she said happily. 'Good idea!'

Mike smiled and got the pipe and the baggie of weed. He returned to the couch and packed a small amount lightly into the bowl. He lit it up and then lay back with his lungs full of smoke. Jennie took the pipe from his hand and then she too laid back. They exhaled the smoke slowly and grinned at each other. After the pipe was done Mike returned the pipe and baggie to their hiding places and then slouched on the couch beside Jennie. 

'You know what?' he asked in a serious voice.

'What?' she replied with an equally serious tone

'I need to know something,' he said. 

'What?' she said. The pot was having its effect on her too. Being as high as she was, she wanted nothing more than to help.

'I need to know which panties you're wearing,' he said. 'It's been bugging me since I sat down. Is it the plain cotton ones or the French ones?'

Jennie grinned and grabbed the bottom hem of her shirt. She picked it up as far as her tummy to show him her white cotton panties, feeling absurdly happy that she could answer his question. 

Mike looked at the panties and nodded sagely. He studied them for a moment and then sat back.

'You know,' he said. 'I think those white cotton panties suit you; much more so than those French-cut panties you got.'

Jennie, surprised at what he said creased her eyebrows and thought for a moment.

'Really?' she asked. 'I thought boys liked the other ones better.'

Mike frowned slightly and pursed his lips as he thought. The pot was making both of them much more stupid than they normally would be.

'Well,' he began, 'that's true I guess. But I've always been different. You know some men really go crazy for lingerie; myself, I prefer a woman to be naked. So maybe more men prefer those French-cut panties you've been wearing lately. Personally I think the plain white cotton panties are... more friendly.'


Jennie & Carol



Derek was sitting with Jenny on the couch after a very nice meal savouring a glass of chardonnay and gently caressing Jenny's breast while she scratched his cock through his jeans, kissing him gently between sips. He was just thinking of taking this a step further when the phone rang. Jenny untangled herself from his arm and picked up the portable bringing it back to the couch. 

He could only hear one side of the conversation- "hello... Oh Hi Carol. What am I doing? Well, I'm sitting her with my friend Derek and I was just about to start sucking on his cock... just a sec I'll check." 

"Carol wants to know if she can come over, she lives not far away, don't worry your cock won't miss out!" Derek readily agreed and Jenny told her to come right over. Jenny unzipped him and popped the head of his cock in her mouth and gave it a few gentle licks and a suck. Then she stood up and lifting her dress pulled his head close, he pulled aside her panties and lapped at her cunt, slipping his tongue between her lips and teasing her clit. She reluctantly pulled his head away and went to make coffee. While he got up and selected some music. 

Soft music was playing by the time there was a knock on the door, Jenny went to answer it. She led Carol in and introduced him, "this is my friend Derek" she said reaching for his cock through his jeans and giving it a friendly squeeze. 

Carol was a stunning brunette, dressed in a short black dress with thin straps over the shoulders, a pair of matching high heel shoes, which accentuated her excellent legs. She had full sensuous lips and perfectly manicured fingernails. He held out his hand to shake hers, when Jenny said "I think you can do better than that Derek, give Carol a kiss and a cuddle, make her feel welcome!" He opened his arms and she stepped close so he felt her breasts pressing against his chest and her perfume invading his nostrils. Their lips met in a gentle kiss. 

"That's better" Jennie said, "now my turn." 

Jennie moved closer and kissed Carols waiting mouth then turned and kissed him. He still had hold of Carol till Jenny said, "you can let go now Derek, let's have some coffee." Reluctantly Derek let go of Carol and they headed for the couch

They sat together and chatted, the conversation turning to sex and Jenny extolling his virtues at cunilingus. After coffee, Jennie said, "well why don't we take up where we left off Derek?" "Sounds OK to me as long as Carol is cool with it!" With that Jenny unzipped him and pulled out his cock. Carol sitting on the other side of him leaned closer and got to work kissing him, this time open mouthed pushing her tongue into his mouth. Jenny pulled down his jeans and boxers throwing them into the corner, then resumed sucking on his cock and balls. Carol worked her way down his chest sucking briefly on his nipples before joining Jenny in licking on his cock. The girls alternated between sucking him into their mouths, their hands fondling his balls. Carol stood up and got out of her dress quickly, she was wearing no bra and she straddled him pushing her firm breasts into his face. He sucked on her nipples as he felt Jenny guiding his cock into her waiting cunt. He slid in easily and could feel Jennies mouth sucking on his balls as Carol bounced up and down on his cock while kissing him passionately. 

"This feels so good, but if you want me to last for a while we better change positions" he said. Jennie stood up grabbed his hand and Carols hand and led them to the bedroom shedding the rest of her clothes as she went. They fell on to the bed, Jenny kissing him and then lowering her dripping snatch onto his face, while Carol went back to work on his cock with her talented tongue. 

He got busy with his hands pushing first one then two fingers into Jennies cunt while he lapped on her clit. His other hand was probing her rectum, finally slipping two fingers into her musky depths. Jenny groaned and said "time to swap Carol." The girls moved around and Carols beautiful cunt was lowered onto his face while Jenny impaled herself on his member, slowly working up and down till the head was just at her pussy lips then thrusting down to take him deep inside her. 

Meanwhile his tongue was busy on Carols cunt, his fingers busy in her depths. Once again he was close to coming and he asked Jennie where she wanted it. "I think we should let our guest have first choice" she said, Carol rolled off his face and assumed a position with her legs in the air, he moved between her legs resting them on his shoulders and placing his cock at the entrance to her waiting cunt. Jennie then moved her cunt over Carols face and groaned as Carols tongue went to work on her. He gently pushed his cock into Carols waiting cunt savouring the velvety smoothness of it, Jenny's face was inches from his and they kissed passionately while he thrust in and out of Carol. "This is sooo cool" he thought, fucking one beautiful woman while kissing my best friends lucious lips" Finally he could hold on no longer and he exploded inside Carols squeezing cunt, Carol and Jenny coming at the same time. They untangled themselves and lay on the bed getting their breath back. 

"That was fantastic" Carol said 

"How long till he's ready to go again?" 

"Depends on how skilful we are with our tongues!" said Jenny, but first, lets get something to drink and freshen up."

He though it a bit weird then talking about him like that while he was still in the room but hey... who was he to complain? It looked like he was going to get a lot more action before the night was over!

They all took turns in the bathroom before heading back to the lounge room. Jenny got out a bottle of Champagne and he opened it while she got the glasses. With a drink in one hand and two beautiful girls either side of him taking turns kissing him and fondling his balls he was in seventh heaven and it didn't take long for his cock to be standing at full attention once more. 

Jennie lay back on the couch with her cunt close to the edge, he got down on his knees and started to kiss her snatch slipping his tongue between the folds of her pussy, instantly finding her clit and gently teasing it with his tongue while he inserted two fingers inside her. Meanwhile Carol had got on her back below him and wormed her way beneath him so she could get her lips around his cock, she wrapped her arms around his waist for better support and took his cock deep into her throat. 

He took his fingers out of Jenny's cunt and replaced them with his tongue while he inserted his fingers once again into her bottom. Jennie groaned and held his head close as she pushed her pelvis towards his eager mouth. She gave a little cry as she shook with her orgasm and her juice gushed into his mouth. Carol wriggled out from beneath him and knelt with her knees either side of Jenny's thighs and kissed Jenny, leaving her and Jenny's cunts and arses exposed and available to him. He slipped his cock into Jenny's cunt while Carol moved her hips down to grind her pelvis on Carols. He took it in turns, pulling out of Jennie then plunging into Carol for a few thrusts then starting over in Jenny's pussy. 

Jenny moved out from beneath Carol leaving him thrusting happily in and out of Carols cunt, holding on to her slim waist. 

"Hmmmm Yes, Yes, Yes... Derek keep going, I can feel the tip of your dick touching some very nice spots in there!" Carol purred.

"Don't you come yet" Jenny warned. 

"Ung... I'm holding of as best as I can, but its sooo nice in here! 

He watched as she went to the bedroom and came back out wearing a strap on penis and carrying a tube of lube. He slowed his movements down and did some quick mental arithmetic in order to slow his impending ejaculation. 

Jenny positioned herself behind him and lubed up his arse then she slowly inserted the penis into his rectum. She gently eased the cock past his sphincter until it was fully engulfed inside him then started a slow in and out motion in time with his thrusts into Carol. Carol had seen this too and said "Derek... I want your cock in my arse now!" 

Happy to oblige, he pulled back out of her cunt and Jenny handed him the lube over his shoulder still keeping up her gentle thrusts. He greased up Carols bum hole and then gently eased his cock into her, she reached back and held his cock, controlling exactly how fast and how deep he was going. 

Eventually he was fully engulfed in her and started gentle thrusts in time with Jenny's thrusts into him.

"Yes, yes! Fuck me! Fuck my arse" she screamed.

Jenny was holding his hips and thrusting into him. He felt his orgasm rising. 

"I'm close to the edge" he said. 

"Come in Carols arse" said Jenny and increased the tempo. 

"Yes please" cried Carol. "Fuck me harder!" 

" Fuck me Jenny" he called. 

Jenny was coming close too thanks to the little nub on the inside of her strap on, massaging her clit as she thrust into her best friend and lover. 

They all increased the tempo and he groaned as he exploded in Carols arse when Jenny's strap on cock massaged his colon. 

The three lovers collapsed together on the rug, his hands continuing to explore their bodies, his mouth on their nipples, while the girl's hands were busy with his balls and cock. They kissed once more and then went to freshen up. 

He walked out of the bathroom with another erection to find the girls sipping champagne. 

"My goodness" Jenny said. 

"He's ready again. Well, Derek darling, I'm ready for your cock so come over here and fuck me!" 

She got on her hands and knees on the rug. Carol grabbed his cock and fed it into Jenny's cunt then kissed him passionately. 

"Fuck me fast and hard Derek," said Jenny. 

He willingly obeyed and started thrusting in and out of her cunt while Carol straddled Jenny sitting on her ass facing him offering her tits for him to suck on. It didn't take long before he came once again, spurting into Jenny's cunt. 

They all got dressed and Carol got ready to leave, they exchanged phone numbers and she gave him one last kiss and hug before giving his cock a gentle squeeze and a promise of a one on one session soon. He kissed Jenny thanking her for a wonderful evening and left with a grin on his face from ear to ear. 

After his encounter with Jenny and Carol, he sent flowers and a thank you note to both ladies thanking them for an incredible experience. He got a call a few days later from Carol. They chatted and then Carol invited him to her place for dinner the next evening. He gratefully accepted and asked what he could bring. 

"Oh... just your lovely cock and maybe a bottle of nice wine" she said. "Just dress casually – jeans will be fine..."



Jennie and Mike



'Where's my mom?' Jennie asked Mike.

Mike opened his eyes groggily and rolled over to see who had disturbed him. He looked in the general direction he'd heard the voice from and tried hard to focus. It was no good. He blinked once and tried again; still no good. With an effort he sat up in bed and put his hands to his face. He vigorously rubbed his hands over his eyes and then blinked a couple of more times. He looked to the side of the bed once more and then saw Jennie. Jennie was his girlfriend's eighteen year old daughter and Mike had spent the past five years discovering what a brat she could be when she wanted to.

She was dressed in a denim mini-skirt and some sort of double pull-over top combination. The shirt underneath was pink and had spaghetti straps going over her shoulders. The over-shirt was red, had big blousy sleeves and seemed to have a lot of holes in it; they almost looked like knife slashes and they seemed to be a part of the design.

'I guess that's why she has to wear the undershirt,' he thought to himself.

'Where's my mom!' she asked once more, this time in a louder voice. 'She was supposed to take me to the mall today!' she said in exasperation.

Mike blinked again, not quite understanding. He looked to the other side of the bed to confirm that Debbie wasn't there, but then again, she hardly ever slept with him anymore, then he looked back at Jennie and shrugged.

Jennie swore and smacked her hand down on the bed. Mike gave a yelp and his hands went immediately to his groin. Jennie's hand-smack had caught him square in the testicles and it hurt! Jennie stepped back from the bed with a start. Her eyes were wide and her mouth hung open. As Mike massaged his testicles through the blankets he muttered to himself and swore loudly.

'Jesus!' he shouted. 'What did you do that for?'

Jennie put her hand to her mouth and gasped when she realized what she'd done. She stepped forward slowly and blushed.

'Sorry Mike.' She said quietly. 'I didn't mean to do that.'

Mike grimaced. He threw the blankets back and sat on the edge of the bed. He put his head in his hands and tried to wake himself up. He rubbed his eyes again and sighed heavily. He looked up and saw Jennie grinning at him.

'What?' he asked grumpily.

She giggled and nodded toward his waist. He looked down and realized that he was naked. His cock was semi-hard as it usually was first thing in the morning and it stuck almost straight up from his lap. He grimaced again and looked back toward Jennie.

'So what!' he snarled. 'It's nothing you haven't seen before.'

That was true. Just a week before, Mike and Jennie had gotten high together and had ended up fucking each other's brains out on the living room couch. Considering Mike was Jennie's mother's boyfriend, it would have been considered a risky venture; at least under normal circumstances. 

Debbie however was not a very good mother and these were not normal circumstances. Absentee would be the best word to describe her. She was hardly ever to be found at home. If it was daytime, she was likely visiting one of her sisters. If it was nighttime she was probably at bingo. Even when she was home she may as well have been somewhere else. Mike had seen her completely ignore her on several occasions when Jennie had come home from the mall, eager to show her what she'd bought. This made him feel badly for Jennie. As for himself, Debbie slept on the couch most of the time, so she had made ignoring him into an art form as well. It was only natural then that Mike and Jennie had turned to each other in Debbie's absence.

Jennie giggled again when Mike stood up and went to the bedroom door to fetch his bath robe. She was blushing bright red but she didn't turn away or stop watching him as he limped to the doorway. She smiled at the way his semi-hard cock bobbed from side to side as he walked and then realized that his testicles were probably still hurting and so forced the smile off of her face.

'What time is it?' he asked her blearily as he walked out of the bedroom on the way to the bathroom. He had to piss badly. 

'Ten o'clock.' Jennie said cheerfully as she followed him.

He walked into the bathroom and parted his robe and started pissing into the toilet. Jennie giggled again and looked away as he urinated. She glanced sideways at his cock a few times while she waited and she started to tingle a little bit, remembering how it had felt when his cock was spurting its cum inside her.

Mike grunted as he flushed and then limped down the stairs. He really needed some coffee. He stepped into the kitchen and started rummaging around for the coffee machine and the rest of the paraphernalia. 

Jennie watched him with a half smile on her face as he made the coffee. She knew it wouldn't be easy but she was determined to get Mike to take her to the mall now that she knew her mother had let her down yet again.

'Why do I ever believe anything she says?' She asked herself.

Mike looked at her and frowned. Seeing her smile he knew something was up. He frowned more deeply and muttered to himself that it was just too damn early to have to deal with this crap!

'So do you know where my mom is?' Jennie asked after Mike had taken a couple of sips of coffee.

Mike looked up at her and grinned.

'Is that supposed to be some kind of joke?' he said. 'I never know where she is! Even when she tells me where she's going, which isn't very damn often, I still don't know for sure where she is.'

Jennie pouted and sat down heavily across from Mike.

'Well, what am I supposed to do now?' she asked in frustration.

'What do you mean?' he said, still frowning.

'She was supposed to take me to the mall today!' she said in a whiny voice.

Now Mike knew where this was going. He groaned quietly to himself as he thought of all the plans he'd had for that day; a Saturday all to himself with nothing to do but watch hockey. With the playoffs on there would be at least three games on and he wanted to watch all of them. 

'She always makes promises.' He said morosely. 'She never keeps them.'

Jennie pouted again and just looked at him. She looked down at the table and then back at him. Mike saw her frustration and he knew she must be hurting.

'Damn it!' he said to himself. 'She's not my daughter!'

'Alright,' he said to reluctantly. 'I'll take you.'

Jennie brightened and she gave him one of her winning smiles. With her big bright teeth and cute face framed by wonderfully long brown hair, she could win over anyone. Mike smiled slightly too as she came to him and hugged him hard. 

'We are back at 2 pm!' He said sternly. 'Not a minute later!'

She didn't really hear what he said. She was too busy going through all the things she planned to buy that day to pay much attention.

Shortly after 4 pm Mike pulled himself wearily out of the car and plodded to the front door. Jennie had grabbed her packages and practically flew through the front door as soon as he'd stopped the car. Mike knew she was probably already in her room ripping her clothes off so she could try her new clothes on. He knew too that she would be trying those new clothes on pretty much for the rest of the afternoon and then she would likely be wearing at least some of them when she went out tonight.

He dragged himself up the front stairs and through the front door and went to the living room. He turned on the TV just in time to see the last two minutes of the first game of the day. He shook his head tiredly and plopped down on the couch with the remote. After the final buzzer, he surfed through the channels only to discover the next game wouldn't be for two more hours. He put his hands over his face and groaned quietly.

He clicked off the TV and sighed. He got up and went to the kitchen and proceeded to make some coffee. He didn't normally drink coffee in the afternoon, especially at home, but being wakened up an hour before he had planned on getting up was taking its toll. He turned the coffee machine on and sat at the table when he heard the shower come on.

'And so it begins,' he said quietly to himself.

He knew that Jennie would now monopolize the bathroom for the next two or three hours as she got herself ready to go out. He smiled a little as he thought about the enormous amount of energy she put into her appearance. She'd be a grade-A student if she put half so much energy into her school work he knew. He sighed again and reminded himself yet again that he was not her father.

He went to his own room to change out of the clothes he'd worn to the mall. He threw on a loose pair of track pants and an equally loose T-shirt and then began to return to the kitchen.

The bathroom door was firmly closed but Jennie's bedroom door was open. Looking through the door he saw piles of clothes scattered all over the room. He paused to look more closely and saw that her closet was practically bursting with clothing. Her dresser drawers, most of them open with various items of clothing hanging out of them, were also full. He shook his head and wondered if she realized just how many clothes she actually had.

He stepped through the door and looked down to see the mini skirt she'd worn to the mall. He picked it up and put it to his nose. It smelled pleasantly of the perfume she always wore. As he smelled it he caught a glimpse of white. Opening up the crumpled fabric he found her panties which had been bunched up inside the skirt. He put those to his nose and caught the unmistakable scent of pussy. He knew he shouldn't really be sniffing Jennie's underwear but, after all, she wasn't his daughter. Also, she was eighteen; and it was just a week ago that he had fucked her silly on the living room couch. He felt his cock growing in his pants and smiled. He put the panties to his nose once more and inhaled. As he pulled them away from his face he turned to see Jennie staring at him.

Her mouth was open and her brows were creased together. It was clear that she was surprised to see Mike smelling her underwear. It was also clear that she was confused. With a mixture of shock and bewilderment she took the panties from his hands and went to her bed. She was wrapped in a towel so that when she sat down her legs were completely exposed and her pussy could just barely be seen, the tuft of dark hair peeking from between the folds of her wrap. She looked down at Mike's crotch and saw the bulge pushing out the front of his track pants. She looked down at herself and shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide her bush. In the end she settled for turning sideways.

She looked down at the floor for a moment and then looked back at Mike.

'What were you doing with my panties?' she asked, her voice trembling a little.

'I was smelling them.' He said matter-of-factly.

She nodded slightly and looked at the floor once more. She was in turmoil and she wondered if Mike might be some kind of weirdo; some kind of weirdo that she had fucked like crazy not too long ago. She looked up once more clearly puzzled.

'Why?' she asked in a quivering voice.

'Because they smell good,' he said. 'They smell like you and I like the way you smell.'

She stared at him wondering if he was teasing her. 

'Go ahead,' he said. 'Smell them. They smell like you.'

She sniffed at them tentatively and caught the scent of her pussy in the fabric. She placed them on the bed beside her, trying to decide whether it was a good thing that he liked the way her pussy smelled. 

'I'd rather smell the real thing though.' He said taking a step toward her.

Still she stared at him not knowing how to react. Mike fell to his knees in front of her and put his hands on her legs. He gently pushed them apart and then leaned in to kiss her. He put his lips against hers softly and put his arms around her back. He gathered her against him as his tongue began to push past her lips. She opened her mouth slightly to allow his tongue entrance and sighed. Their tongues swirled together and Jennie relaxed into his arms. Her body was pressed against his and she could feel his cock pushing against her through his track pants. He untied the loose knot that was holding her towel up and the towel fell in a small heap around her. Tenderly he slid his hand up her tummy. When he reached her right breast he cupped it lovingly and softly rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Jennie sighed again and then moaned softly.

She was feeling thrills and tremors travel up and down her body as he touched her. With his one hand tweaking her nipple, his other hand was caressing her back and softly squeezing her bum. His lips grazed across her lips and cheeks. He kissed her eyelids and brushed his lips down to her neck. He pushed his tongue gently into her ear and breathed her name sensually.

He lowered his lips to her left nipple. As he kissed and licked at it his hand was still rolling her right nipple and caressing her tit. She moaned again and let her head fall back. She put her arms behind her and leaned back. He began tracing his lips down her tummy, kissing and licking his way down. When he reached her bush he pushed her backward until she was lying flat with her legs spread on either side of him. He nuzzled her pussy lips with his nose and teasingly pushed his tongue in a little bit. She moaned loudly and he put his hands under her bum. He pulled her toward him and buried his face into her vagina with a soft growl. 

Jennie had never felt anything quite like it. None of the boys she'd fucked had ever done that to her before. Most of them resented even putting their hands on her mound or pushing their fingers in her pussy. It would never have occurred to any of them to put their mouths over her like this or to put their tongues inside her. 

As Mike was swirling and turning his tongue around her clitoris and pussy lips she felt a fluttering like butterflies in her belly. She lifted her legs and put them over his shoulders and groaned. For what seemed like forever he nibbled, nuzzled and licked at her. He never seemed to tire and the fireworks in her head seemed to go on and on and on. 

He sucked her clitoris between his lips and nibbled at it hard. Jennie gasped and Mike increased the pressure. By now her hands were grabbing his hair and pulling him in as if she could swallow him whole. He nibbled and nibbled and her back began to arch. She started bucking and grinding against his face. Mike's face was covered in her juices and he smiled to himself as she thrashed against him. 

She came with a scream and spasmed all over. The tremors in her body went on for a full twenty seconds and her scream faded to a throaty growl. She fell back into her bed breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling in wonderment and awe.

As she recovered from her climax Mike smiled at her and slipped the waistband of his track pants down to his upper thighs. His cock was standing straight out and he put his hand on it, stroked it once or twice and then repositioned Jennie so she lay full out on her bed. He crawled on top of her and slipped his cock inside her. It slipped into her easily and both of them sighed as they merged together. 

Still shaking from her orgasm, an orgasm unlike any she'd previously experienced, Jennie spread her trembling legs wide to allow Mike better access. Mike responded by driving his cock into her with long slow strokes, withdrawing until the head was almost slipping out and then pushing back in until their pubic hairs were matted together and the head of his cock was as far inside her as it would go.

As they fucked, Mike put his lips to hers and kissed her long and soulfully. He intertwined his tongue with hers and reveled in the feel of her lithe body under his. He gripped her tightly by the hips and then rolled over so that Jennie was now on top with her legs straddling his hips. Mike smiled as he looked her up and down; the sight of her naked and impaled on his cock made it twitch slightly. He reached for her tit with his hand and gently cupped it, teasing the nipple with his fingers. Jennie leaned forward; hanging her small breasts over Mike's face and Mike took her nipple into his mouth and suckled it lovingly. He nibbled on the hard little nub and sucked and squeezed it with his lips. She moaned and quickened the pace of their fucking. Mike dropped his hands to his sides as Jennie placed her hands on his chest for balance and began riding his cock furiously. She was biting down on her lower lip and grunting with every down-stroke. Mike put his hands on her bum and caressed it as he growled his own pleasure. 

Jennie sighed loudly and then cried out as she experienced the first tremor of a renewed orgasm. As she lifted her hips and his cock slipped almost out of her, she felt a wonderful slipping sensation inside her. As she thrust downward to bury his cock inside her, she felt like stars were exploding behind her eyes. With each stroke up and then down more tremors began to build and she was starting to feel a trembling in her thighs and a flutter in her belly.

Mike flipped her to her back suddenly and then began ploughing into her. While she was experiencing the beginnings of an orgasm, Mike knew he was close too. He felt like his cock was twice its original size and his testicles were on fire as the cum built up inside them. Jennie cried out again and let her head fall back on to the bed as he mercilessly plunged into her again and again. When she felt like she couldn't breathe and that she just couldn't take anymore, Mike suddenly buried his cock inside her and then went stiff. She felt his cock twitching against the walls of her pussy and felt the hot cum as it filled her hole. She gasped and came again, her arms and legs quivering and shaking as she held him close to her.

Mike sat up after a few minutes, his breath coming in gasps and placed his hand on her tummy, kneading it softly. He smiled at her and then kissed her tenderly.

'Wow!' she said breathlessly. 'No one's ever done that to me before!'

Mike grinned and continued to caress her tummy, rubbing his hand softly from the tuft of her dark pubic hair to just below her breasts. 

'No one's ever licked you before?' he asked.

'Never!' she said with a blush.

'That's too bad.' He said. 'It feels good doesn't it?'

Her eyes went wide and she giggled excitedly.

'Oh yes it felt great!' she said, blushing again. 'I couldn't believe the sensations; especially when you nibbled on my clitoris!'

'You mean this thing?' he said, playfully brushing his fingers against the hood at the top of her pussy lips.

Jennie squirmed and giggled again. 

'Do that again.' She said, her eyes glazing over with lust.

'On one condition,' He said as he took hold of her hand and placed it on his cock which was semi-hard again.

She grinned and wrapped her hand around the thickness of his shaft. She began a slow stroking, moving her hand from the base of his cock to just under the head, then back down to the base again. Mike put his palm over her mound and squeezed gently causing her to gasp softly. He rhythmically clenched and released his hand, stimulating her clitoris with his palm and sliding his middle finger just inside the base of her pussy, withdrawing it after only penetrating a quarter inch or so. 

Jennie sighed again and raised her knees slightly, pushing her thighs far apart. Once again, Mike marveled at the sight of her. Her tiny breasts were standing almost straight from her chest, the nipples bright red and puckered with desire. Her tummy, flat and firm, undulated with her breathing. Her legs were a work of art, the thighs fine and chiseled and her calves tapering neatly to her delicate feet. Her hair, wet from her shower fell behind her on the bed in a tangled spray of fine brown tresses. Her eyes were half closed, the lids drawn down as the feelings of pleasure sent thrills through her body; her mouth was opened to a small "o" as she sighed and cooed. 




Jennie And Mike And Cathy



It was Saturday night and Mike was home alone. He didn't mind because there were absolutely no interruptions as he watched hockey. It was the playoffs and the second game of the night was just coming to an end. 

He went to the kitchen to get a drink and paused to take a long look at the freezer. He pursed his lips and frowned, trying to make a decision and, after about fifteen seconds of good hard thinking, he opened the freezer and reached to the back. Fishing around between the ice cube trays, the frozen fish sticks and the half empty ice cream container, he finally found what he was looking for. The plastic bag, sealed closed with the ziplok was still there and, best of all, so too was the quarter ounce of pot he bought the week before. 

He reached into a little used bottom drawer beside the stove that was packed with plastic shopping bags and other useless things and retrieved a small pipe and a lighter. He sat at the table and packed a tiny amount of pot into the bowl and then looked up with a start.

The front door was opening and he quickly pushed the baggie and pipe into the pockets of his track pants. The bulges were clearly visible but he figured if he didn't have to stand up, it wouldn't be too obvious.

He looked at the clock and saw that it was just past 9:30 pm. He guessed it had to be Jennie, his girlfriend's eighteen year old daughter. He knew it couldn't possibly be Debbie. She never came home anywhere near 9:30. Her habits over the past several months had laid the pattern out quite well. On weekdays, she disappeared shortly after Mike got home from work and didn't usually come home until well after 2 am, sometimes after 3 am. On weekends, she was usually gone by the time Mike got out of bed and sometimes popped in and out throughout the day for a few minutes; long enough to change clothes or grab a jacket. Other than that, he didn't see her much and talked to her even less; and that was just the way he liked it.

As he suspected, it was Jennie coming home which did surprise him a little bit. He expected that she would be out for the whole evening. Instead, here she was with one of her friends in tow; it was Cathy. Although they were both eighteen years of age, Jennie and Cathy were almost the exact opposites in appearance. 

Jennie was about 5'4" and had a pretty face with the biggest smile Mike had ever seen on a girl. She had long straight brown hair flowing over her shoulders and she was grinning brightly as she walked into the kitchen. She was petite and had small 34B breasts which hung well on her small frame. Her bum was nice and round and she liked to show it off wearing tight jeans or short skirts. Tonight she was wearing a denim skirt and a loose fitting white button-down shirt. She'd left at least four buttons undone at the top which gave some fleeting glimpses of her small tits if she turned to the side.

Cathy was a little taller than Jennie but her body was so slim Mike wondered sometimes if she was sick. Her hair was dirty blonde and cut just past her shoulders. She had a pretty face and big eyes that reminded Mike of a deer. She too was smiling and she greeted Mike shyly when she walked in. She was wearing a denim mini-skirt too, but where Jennie's was blue, hers was white. Her sheer blue top was blousy and had puffed up sleeves and shoulders. Mike was sure he could see her bra through it and he wondered to himself why she even bothered to wear a bra. Her tits were almost completely flat. Staring at them absently he wondered if her nipples were large and round or small and puffy like Jennie's were.

He knew what Jennie's nipples looked like because he'd seen them. In fact he'd sucked on them and done any number of other things with them. Two weeks before, he and Jennie had gotten high together and ended up fucking each other's brains out on the living room couch. He smiled as he remembered seeing her nipples for the first time. They were bright red and hard and they looked just like strawberries. He'd almost imagined they were strawberries when he tasted them. Then last week, he'd unwrapped a bath towel from around her body after her shower and licked her pussy until she screamed in orgasm. He smiled even more when he remembered how her pussy had tasted too.

'What are you smiling about?' Jennie asked as she sat down at the table with him.

Mike shook himself out of his reverie and looked at her in surprise as she sat with him. He fully expected that she and her friend would have adjourned to Jennie's bedroom, never to be seen again until morning.

'Nothing,' he said. 'What's up? How come you and Cathy aren't hiding out in your room? That's what you usually do when you come home.'

Jennie smiled broadly and shared a conspiratorial look with Cathy.

Well,' she began in a sing-song voice, 'we thought it would be nice to spend some time with my favourite step-father for a change.'

Mike smiled cynically and nodded.

'I'm not your father.' He said with a grin. 'And I should feel grateful for this should I? Knowing how you two are such hot items on the town, I should feel blessed that you choose to spend some time with this poor old charity case.'

'Well,' Jennie said, 'we are pretty hot you know. Just look at us and you'd already know that!'

'Yeah, I see that.' Mike answered. 'Now cut the crap. What do you want?'

Jennie smiled at Cathy again and then Cathy stepped forward and then leaned against the table top right beside Mike.

'Jennie told me you shared something with her a couple of weeks ago.' She said. She blushed a little and then sat down in the chair and faced Mike squarely. 'She said you already knew that we... um...'

'That you smoked pot?' Mike offered.

Cathy smiled and blushed again and then nodded. 

'And now you want me to share some pot with you and your friend here?' He said as he turned toward Jennie.

Jennie blushed too and then nodded.

Mike shook his head in exasperation and smiled.

'You know,' he said looking sternly at the two of them, 'I could get into all kinds of trouble sharing that stuff with you.'

'Come on!' Jennie whined. 'We're both eighteen! It's not like you're corrupting minors you know.'

'No,' Mike agreed. 'I think I'm much too late for that.'

Cathy laughed out loud and then covered her mouth and snorted quietly. Jennie grinned again and then got up and walked around the table to stand at Mike's side. She sat on his knee and kissed him on the cheek while throwing her arms around his neck.

'Please!' she begged.

Cathy got up and then sat on his other knee and also put her arms around his neck.

'Me too,' she said with a grin. 'Please!'

Mike laughed quietly and then reached into his two pockets to pull the pot and pipe out; as he did so, his hands had to worm under both their bums and both girls squealed in surprise. He held up the items and then put them on the table in front of them and both girls cheered and kissed him on either cheek at the same time.

'You guys have the best timing.' He said. 'I was just about to do this myself when you walked in.'

Once again Jennie hugged him and got into the chair that Cathy had vacated. Cathy hugged him too and then, seeing that Jennie had taken her chair, nestled into Mike's lap.

His cock had stirred a little bit as he daydreamed about fucking Jennie a while ago and then had gotten semi-hard when Jennie sat on his knee. When Cathy sat on his other knee, it grew some more. Now that Cathy was snuggling into his lap while he prepared the bowl of pot, it was growing again and was almost its full size. 

Cathy noticed his hard-on as soon as she slid from his knee to his lap. Now that she knew he was hard, she wasn't sure what to do. She could get up and move, but that might embarrass him and, so long as no one said anything about it, she didn't think it was a big deal. She figured it was just one of those reactions that men get when girls sit on their laps. Considering there were two girls sitting on his lap it was really no surprise that he got hard, she thought. Besides, she always thought that Mike was pretty cute, so knowing that he had a hard-on kind of turned her on a bit. She squirmed a little bit to get comfortable and felt a little tingle as it settled between her thighs. 

Mike grunted slightly as she squirmed but she didn't look at her or mention it. He thought it felt pretty good too.

As Mike prepared the bowl, he'd had to move around a bit to reach the various paraphernalia. In moving like that Cathy wobbled a little from side to side and had to steady herself a couple of times. She laughed while she did it but her bum was rubbing against Mike's hard-on with every shift. After a few minutes she realized that, even though his hard-on was probably an accident, it sure felt good bumping up against her. Almost subconsciously she maneuvered herself so his cock was nestled against her pussy, even though his track pants and her denim skirt offered a double barricade between them.

Mike lit the bowl and then handed it to Cathy. He instructed her carefully to ensure she didn't burn her throat the way Jennie had on her first try. When she had taken her first haul off the pipe, she sat back against Mike's chest and then slowly exhaled. 

Mike didn't know if it was intentional or not, but when she leaned back her skirt had ridden up her thighs until the whole of both her legs were exposed. She shifted again and then Mike realized that her skirt had ridden up even further from underneath her. His hard-on was now pressing directly against her panties and she turned to him and smiled broadly. Mike smiled back and then handed the pipe to Jennie.

Cathy, already feeling a buzz from the pot, was tingling. Her pussy was rubbing against Mike's hard-on with just her panties and his track pants between them and she was now starting to feel genuinely horny. She eased herself up a bit because her skirt was bunching up and pulled it back, making her contact with Mike's cock even more stimulating.

Mike looked at her with some surprise but she was watching Jennie as she inhaled deeply on the pipe. He could feel every muscle of Cathy's twitch now and he was almost sure she was rubbing herself against him intentionally. He shifted his own weight, lifting his leg slightly and then putting it down, just to see how she would respond. She laughed out loud and then reached for Mike's shoulders to steady herself. Once again she squirmed her bum into Mike's lap until his cock was nestled against her panties. Mike smiled to himself and just enjoyed the feelings.

Jennie took a long haul off the pipe and sat back with a grin. As she exhaled she stretched her legs out until her feet were resting on Mike's shins. She handed the pipe back and then rubbed her feet gently against Mike's legs. Mike looked at Jennie and saw the smoldering intensity in her eyes. He knew then that she was getting just as horny as he was. Jennie punctuated the point by sliding her toes along his shin and then down to his foot, reaching with both her feet and clutching him by the ankle. 

Mike's cock got as hard then as it could and Cathy, feeling it growing under her, turned toward him and gave him a knowing look. She wriggled her bum a little bit and Mike smiled at her and gave her thigh a squeeze.

They finished the bowl together and sat back contentedly for a few minutes. 

'Okay girls,' he announced suddenly. 'You know the rules. Pot from a bowl is much more potent than pot from a joint so both of you, into your pajamas now!'

Cathy looked at Mike in confusion but Jennie grabbed her by the hand and pulled her to her feet.

'He's right,' she said. 'We don't want to sleep in these clothes and later on we won't feel like changing because we'll be too high.'

Cathy looked at Mike again; she was a little disappointed that she was no longer able to rub up against him in his lap and she wondered if Mike had said that to get her off of him. She was still tingling but she didn't dare say anything. The lack of stimulus between her thighs left her feeling empty and she frowned. She began to hope that maybe Jennie would fall asleep early so she could sneak into Mike's room and see his cock up close instead of just feeling it against her bum.

'Ask Jennie how high she felt the last time.' Mike said with a smile. 'Both of us could hardly move!'

Jennie grinned remembering the last time they'd gotten high. They hadn't been able to move, but it might have been because they'd just fucked each other like crazy. She had been thinking about their last fuck session and Mike's reminder of their first time together made her even more horny. She was now wondering if Cathy would go to sleep early so she and Mike could fuck again. 

She gave Mike another steamy stare and then giggled and pulled on Cathy's arm.

'Come on, let's go.' She said.

The two girls ran up the stairs and Mike let out a sigh of relief. He was pretty sure Cathy was rubbing against his cock on purpose and it was hard as a rock now. He rubbed it absently as he too went up the stairs to his room. He considered jerking off before he went back downstairs but then he remembered Jennie's lustful looks. He shrugged and then thought that he and Jennie might get the opportunity to fuck each other after Cathy fell asleep. He even conjured up images of fucking Cathy after Jennie fell asleep. With all the squirming she'd done as she rubbed herself into his lap, he figured she just might be game for it too.

He changed into his bath robe and pajama bottoms and then went downstairs to the living room. He lay on the couch facing the TV and started watching some movie; he didn't know what it was called but he was high enough that he didn't care. It seemed to be one of those badly made but semi-explicit B-movies that came on late nights sometimes. 

After about ten minutes the girls walked into the room, both of them wearing oversized T-shirts and no bottoms. Mike looked at the two of them and a tingling went through him as he continued to visualize fucking one or both of them. He wondered if they were wearing underwear and another thrill went through him at the thought of being with two girls, neither of them wearing panties.

Looking at Mike stretched out on the couch and the big easy chair the only other place to sit, Jennie told Cathy to take the chair, trying to be a good hostess. She stretched out on the couch in front of Mike blocking his view of the TV and leaning against him. The three of them giggled at the sight because the couch was too small to hold them both comfortably. 

'I have to do this to him to convince him to stop hogging the whole couch.' Jennie said to Cathy.

Cathy laughed and lounged back in the easy chair, secretly wishing that she were the one squeezing against Mike on the couch. 

Mike just grinned and nudged Jennie softly so she almost fell off. She squealed and reached back with her hand to steady herself and grabbed on to Mike's robe. Mike laughed and nudged her again and then Jennie scooted as far away from the edge of the couch and as close to Mike as she could get. She turned her head and gave Mike a triumphant grin and then settled against him.

Mike just smiled and shifted to get more comfortable. The three of them then began watching the movie. 

The movie had lots of nudity and brief scenes of simulated sex; the actors would rub against each other unconvincingly, trying to look like they were actually fucking. It was obvious though that they weren't. 

As they watched, Mike started getting hard again; partly it was because of the movie, but mostly it was because of Jennie's close proximity. He could feel her bum pressed against his crotch and he wasn't sure but he thought she was moving slightly.

Jennie, flying high from the pot, had not been able to stop thinking about Mike's cock. She knew it was nice and big when it was hard and she thought she could feel it hard against her bum right now, but she wasn't sure. She didn't want Cathy to know anything so she did nothing about it. The movie was kind of stimulating, all those good looking young actors running around half naked a lot of the time, and, without thinking about it, she had moved her hand to between her thighs just below her panties. She was absently pressing it against her pubis and getting more and more excited as the movie went on.

Cathy, sitting alone in the big chair, had her feet on the armrest with her knees against her chest. She was turned toward the TV so she was mostly turned away from Jennie and Mike. She was getting excited by the movie too and had pushed her hand right against her panties, gently rubbing and caressing her pussy through the thin fabric. From time to time she stole furtive glances toward the couch to ensure they were not aware of what she was doing to herself. Between feeling Mike's cock pressed against her before and watching the movie now, she was getting very wet. She smiled to herself wondering how Jennie and Mike would react if they knew she was practically masturbating while sitting in the same room with them.

Sometime later Mike pushed his hand in between him and Jennie and then slid it gently toward her bum. He squeezed it softly and he felt her tremble against him a little. He slid one finger under the elastic of the leg-hole of her panties and he heard her sigh. Very slowly he pushed his hand forward so his fingers were brushing against her pussy lips. She pushed back against him slightly and he could feel her wetness. 

They both looked at Cathy but she was completely absorbed in the movie on TV. They both shifted a bit and Mike pulled the back of her panties down as far as her upper thighs. He pushed his hand between her thighs and began to run his fingers softly up and down against the length of her pussy lips. She sighed again and parted her thighs a little. 

She reached back with her hand and squirmed it around until she was reaching into the pee hole of his pajamas. She found his cock and wrapped her hand around it softly. She could feel the wetness of his pre-cum and she smiled as she realized how horny he was. She was just as horny, and Mike's hand on her pussy was driving her wild.

Mike took hold of his cock and shoved it forward until the head was wedged against her pussy lips. He thrust forward slightly and nudged it inside. Jennie gasped softly and put both her hands under the side of her head as she savored the feeling of his cock. 

It had been a week since Mike fucked her and she hadn't let any other boys touch her since then. None of them had ever been able to make her feel the way Mike did and she figured she might as well not fuck them at all if she could get it better somewhere else.

She pushed back against him and his cock inched a little further inside. They were both breathing a little heavier now and they looked at Cathy once more to make sure she wasn't aware of what was going on.

Mike wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her closer and thrust forward at the same time. His cock was now buried inside her all the way. They both smiled and waited to make sure Cathy was still ignorant of what they were doing; then Mike shoved forward just a little bit and then drew back. Jennie responded to the slight movement, pushing back slowly to meet his thrust and then moving forward as his cock slid deliciously against her pussy walls. He pushed forward again and she moved with him, enveloping his member as it penetrated her. Soon they were sighing heavily as their fucking motion became more fluid.

Mike's hand moved from her hip and disappeared up the inside of her T-shirt. He cupped her tit and squeezed it gently. He pinched her nipple between his two fingers and caressed it. Jennie sighed again and wiggled her bum against Mike's hips. This movement caused his cock to swirl around the inside of her pussy lips and both of the groaned quietly.




Jennie And Mike And Cathy



Cathy, completely absorbed in the movie until now looked across at Mike and Jennie nuzzling together on the couch. She was almost in a delirious state from rubbing herself and she had pushed her finger inside the leg hole of her panties so she could push her finger inside herself during one especially hot scene in the film. Looking at them she couldn't quite comprehend what was going on, but they almost looked like two lovers curled up to watch a movie together rather than father and daughter. 

She turned back to watch the movie but after hearing the soft groans she'd heard moments ago, she couldn't stop hearing the continual sighing and heavy breathing coming from the couch. She sighed softly as she continued to finger herself and glanced toward Jennie and Mike once more.

As she looked at them she saw that Jennie was resting her head on her hands; she had her eyes closed and her mouth was open into a small "o". There was a blissful expression on her face but Cathy was at a loss to explain what was causing it. 

Curious now, she looked at Mike to see that his eyes were also closed and he too seemed to be in a state of rapture. Looking more closely she suddenly realized that Mike's hand was under Jennie's shirt. She could see the outline of his hand cupping and kneading her tit under her shirt and the nipple on her other tit was hard and pushing out the thin material. She then noticed the slight rhythmic motions between them and her eyes suddenly went wide with shock.

'Oh my god!' she thought to herself. 'They look like they're fucking!'

At the same moment this thought went through her head her own nipples puckered up and a shiver went through her. She had never seen two people fucking in person before and her mouth watered as she took the sight in. She began rubbing at her pussy with more abandon and thrust her whole hand down the front of her panties so she could cup her whole mound. 

'You guys are doing it aren't you?' she said in a hoarse whisper. 'You're really fucking!'

Roused from the wonderful feeling of fucking Jennie, Mike opened his eyes and grinned at Cathy. He reached down and pulled Jennie's T-shirt up over her tits to reveal his cock moving slowly in and out of her pussy. He pulled Jennie's panties down her legs and over her feet and then dropped them on the floor. Then he pulled Jennie's thigh up a little to allow himself better access and then began fucking her with long bold strokes.

Jennie, embarrassed at being caught by Cathy had tried to pull away from Mike and was mortified when he lifted her shirt so it no longer hid what they were doing. She was even more embarrassed when he removed her panties and lifted her leg to expose their activities to Cathy's bulging eyes; as soon as he started fucking her harder though, she lost herself in the feelings his cock aroused in her.

Cathy, already amazed at what was happening a few feet from her, was shocked when Mike exposed his cock moving in and out of Jennie's pussy. She'd never seen another girl's vagina except in the showers at school, and now she was seeing her best friend's pussy being split open by Mike's cock. When he removed her panties and then started really pounding into her, she thought she was going to faint.

Mike moved his hips back and forth as Jennie sighed heavily. No longer constrained by the need to hide their fucking, Jennie moaned and cooed a little louder. Mike pushed in and out of her and then gestured for Cathy to come closer.

Cathy, her skin tingling and her stomach churning with lust, sat up straighter in the chair and stared at him crooking his finger toward her, urging her forward. She put her hand on her own tit and cupped it softly. She could feel the hardness of her nipple through the fabric and then felt a thrill go right through to her pussy as she touched it. She pushed her other hand into her panties once more and began masturbating in earnest as she watched them. Seeing Mike's expression as he watched her caress herself, she groaned and spread her legs wide, feeling spectacularly shameless as her fingers dug deeply into her soaking wet pussy.

'Come over here Cathy.' Mike said gently. 'I want you to see this.'

He gestured with his finger once more and she slid from the chair to a kneeling position on the rug in front of it. Mike urged her closer once more and, slowly, she began to knee walk toward the couch, every square inch of her skin tingling from sensation.

When she reached the couch Mike smiled at her and put his hand on her hair. He caressed the side of her face and pulled her gently toward him. Slowly she rose from her kneeling position and leaned over Jennie. When her face was close to Mike's he kissed her gently, lightly brushing his tongue against the outside of her lips.

Jennie rolled partially backward to watch them kiss and, as they did, a tingling went through her tummy. She reached down and touched her clitoris, reveling in the feeling of Mike's cock sliding back and forth past her fingers and deeply into her pussy. She began a twiddling motion and sighed heavily.

Mike reached for Cathy's hip and tugged gently at the elastic band of her panties, urging them down her thighs. Cathy wriggled her hips a little and her panties slid to her knees. She grasped them herself then and pushed them the rest of the way to the floor, stepping out of them one foot at a time.

Upon seeing Cathy's engorged pussy lips, Jennie moaned and dug her finger into her hooded clitoris a little harder. 

Mike tugged Cathy's shirt upward and then she removed it, pulling it up and over her head, exposing her tiny breasts to them. Her nipples were a light pink colour and were puckered into little nubs; Jennie thought they looked like pencil erasers. Mike softly teased one of her nipples with his fingers and Cathy leaned her head back and moaned.

Mike then urged Jennie's shirt over her head and, without breaking their fucking rhythm, she managed to get it off and dropped it to the floor. 

Mike reached for Cathy's pussy and slid his fingers back and forth along the length of her lips. He gently teased his fingers just along the inside from top to bottom and Cathy's hips began to move rhythmically, swaying from side to side and then back and forth to accommodate the movement of his fingers. Her lips were swollen to almost three times their original size and the wetness coated her pubis from her clitoris all the way down to her perineum. He gently pushed a finger against the skin between her pussy and her anus and Cathy's knees almost buckled as she cried out.

'Feel how wet her pussy lips are.' Mike said to Jennie.

Jennie, hypnotized by seeing her friend's naked body for the first time, slowly reached forward and placed her hand next to Mike's. She felt a shiver run through her as the wetness from Cathy's pussy coated her finger. She moved it back and forth and didn't notice when Mike withdrew his own finger and moved his hand once again to Cathy's tit.

Cathy moaned and swayed, bucking her hips gently as Jennie continued to finger her. She put her hand over Mike's as he tweaked her nipple and moaned again. Her legs were beginning to get weak and she slouched as Jennie pushed her fingers deep inside her. She cried out and then began grinding her pussy against Jennie's hand. She began sweating and grunting and grabbed Jennie's hand in her own, holding it against her mound as she ground against it. Moving with single-minded purpose, she wriggled and thrust her hips, using Jennie's hand and fingers as a living sex toy. With a cry and a gasp, she shuddered all over and then collapsed to the floor directly beneath Jennie as she and Mike continued to fuck, their rhythm slow and steady.

Jennie had never seen another girl cum before and she was smiling in pleased awe as she watched Cathy climax. Moved by her actions, she reached for Cathy from the floor and pulled her gently upward. As Cathy leaned against the side of the couch Jennie leaned down and kissed her on the lips. 

Their kiss was slow and tender; a soft touching of the lips and a softer murmuring between the two of them. Jennie, imitating one of the things Mike had shown her, lightly touched the tip of her tongue to the outside of Cathy's lips. Cathy sighed and opened her mouth slightly, her tongue reaching to meet Jennie's. Jennie responded to her, opening her own mouth and sucking Cathy's tongue into it. They swirled their tongues together and held each other close. 

Jennie's eyes opened wide then and she cried out. Mike's cock, sliding back and forth across the hood of her clitoris, was finally having its effect. She gave out a long moaning wail and then whimpered. Her hips, moving slowly with the rhythm that Mike had set until now, suddenly began bucking. She grunted as she thrust back at Mike's cock, breathing in short gasps with each stroke. Cathy held her tightly, recognizing that she was about to cum too. Cathy kissed her hard, her tongue probing her mouth and reached for her tit, pinching her nipple, and then lowered her lips to it to suck on it.

Jennie screamed and then let out a long heavy sigh as she shuddered from head to foot. Her orgasm was more intense than anything she had ever experienced. The realization that seeing and feeling Cathy's naked body, that kissing her and fondling her had turned her on more than anything she could remember, made the orgasm so intense she felt completely drained.

She laid there, her eyes opened wide and gasping for breath while Mike continued to fuck her with that same painfully delicious slow rhythm. Cathy held her close, softly cooing to her and kissing her gently. 

Mike pulled out of Jennie and moved to a sitting position on the couch. He looked at the two girls for a moment and smiled. He knelt on the floor beside Cathy and pulled her toward him. With more gentleness than she thought possible, Mike kissed her. He touched his lips to the outside of her lips, to her chin and then trailed a series of tender kisses down her neck to her tit. He took her nipple into his mouth and nibbled at it. Cathy shuddered as he made love to her with his mouth, sighing and moaning softly. It was then that she understood what it was about him that had driven Jennie wild enough to fuck him on the couch, right in front of her best friend. For kisses like this, Cathy would have fucked him in the middle of the freeway.

She didn't resist as he pushed her to sit on the couch, her legs spread wide on either side of him. She gasped as he moved his mouth toward her pussy and then looked at Jennie, not knowing what to expect. Jennie smiled and nodded her reassurance.

'You're going to love this.' She said. 

Mike smiled too and then leaned forward to brush his lips tenderly against the small tuft of blonde hair that surrounded Cathy's pussy. He pushed his tongue through the hair and touched the lip on the left side of her pussy. Cathy groaned and thrust her hips forward as he ran his tongue all the way up the lip on one side and then all the way down on the opposite lip. He did this several times and she clutched his hair in both hands as the thrills traveled from her head to her toes. He then put his tongue flat against the base of her pussy, just above her perineum, and then lapped upward until he was nudging her clitoris. Cathy almost cried it felt so good. He did it again and, as Cathy's mind tried to grasp the wave of sensations he was creating, he did it again. She grabbed his head on both sides and clenched her thighs around his neck. She was shuddering all over now and Mike's tongue kept on probing her pussy; sometimes he tickled her lips gently with it, sometimes he shoved it deep inside her and licked away at her insides.

When Mike uncovered her clitoris from its hood and began nibbling on it, she let out a startled 'Oh!', and then he was grinding away at it, his teeth applying pressure behind his lips and his tongue occasionally flicking at it. Cathy cried out again and then her legs were clamped around his neck and shoulders and her hips ground against his face. She bucked and screamed as she came and when it was over she lay back into the couch staring upward with glazed eyes at the ceiling.

Mike and Jennie both smiled at her as she lay gasping. Mike stood and removed his robe and then his pajama bottoms. Jennie licked her lips absently as she gazed once more upon his cock. Cathy, her chest still heaving and her breath coming in gasps, stared at it. 

Mike, although he had fucked Jennie gently for a long time so far, had not yet cum. His cock was hard and twitching with each pulse of blood engorging its length. Both girls were hypnotized as they watched it move of its own accord.

Mike knelt in front of Cathy once more and held his cock head against the lips of her pussy; they were puffy and engorged from her excited state and she was dripping all over the couch. Cathy was still quivering from her orgasm and she whimpered softly as it touched her sensitive mound. He leaned forward to kiss her and she opened her mouth willingly to it. As he kissed her, his tongue swirling with hers, he slowly pushed himself inside her soaking wet pussy. She opened her eyes wide and moaned again. Mike groaned and buried himself deep inside her. Although her lips were swollen many times their original size from her desire, her channel was tight and warm, tighter even than Jennie's. Because she was still shuddering from her orgasm, her pussy seemed to be pulsing against his cock as he moved slowly back and forth. Mike had the absurd impression that it was like he was getting a hand-job from her pussy walls because it clenched and loosened so much.

Jennie, watching Mike's cock penetrate her friend, had her hands buried in her own pussy. She twiddled at her clitoris with one hand as she pushed a finger from her other hand inside herself. The feelings of longing, of needing to get off as she watched the display in front of her, were overwhelming. She moaned and sighed as she rubbed herself, whimpering as her orgasm approached once more. Mike looked at her as he continued to push his cock inside Cathy and beckoned her to him. Still rubbing her finger against her clitoris, she knee-walked toward him and then sighed deeply as he reached for her tit. 

Mike caressed Jennie's tit and smiled at Cathy. Cathy pulled gently on Jennie's arm and brought her close to her. As Jennie lay against the two of them, Mike began licking and nibbling at her left nipple; Cathy did the same with her right nipple. 

All three of them were sighing and moaning and enjoying the feelings of mutual pleasure they were all receiving. 

Suddenly Mike leaned back and grunted. He began thrusting into Cathy hard, holding on to her hips as he drove deeply inside her. Cathy's eyes went wide as fireworks began bursting behind her eyes. Jennie kissed Cathy hard as Mike pounded into her and then they both looked lovingly at him as he gave out a long slow gasp. Cathy could feel his cock twitching inside her, felt the hot flow of cum as it splashed against her insides. She mumbled incoherently then as a mini-orgasm, her third orgasm in the past ten minutes, swept over her.

Mike pulled out of her and watched absently as a stream of cum drooled out of her pussy and onto the rug below the couch. His breath was coming in sharp gasps but he smiled as he looked back up to see the two girls holding and caressing each other. They kissed and then looked at Mike with big smiles of their own. As he looked in amazement at the two wonderful girls in front of him, both of them naked and sweating with sex, his cock began to get semi-hard again.

The two girls looked at it and their eyes lit up with surprise.

'I thought only young guys could do that!' Cathy said.

'Wow!' Jennie said. 'Even my ex-boyfriend couldn't get hard again that fast!'

Well,' Mike said, 'maybe he didn't have two beautiful girls aching for sex in front of him at the time. You two turn me on just being in the same room. Seeing you naked with that just-fucked expression on your faces gets me hard with no problem!'

They both smiled and Mike pulled himself into a sitting position on the couch beside them. Still snuggling with each other, they both reached a hand out to touch Mike's rapidly hardening cock. Jennie wrapped her hand gently around the shaft and stroked it lightly. She smiled at the feel and turned to give Cathy a long soulful kiss. Cathy returned the kiss, her tongue swirling with Jennie's, as she put her hand, so much smaller than Jennie's, over the head of Mike's cock. She smeared the puddle of cum off the head into her palm and then brought it to her mouth and licked at it. Jennie's eyes went wide as she watched this and the look in her eyes gave Cathy the idea to get more cum from the tip of Mike's cock, which she then held up to Jennie's lips. Tentatively, Jennie licked at it, marveling at the sticky salty taste. Cathy retrieved more cum from Mike's cock head and held it to Jennie again. As Jennie reached for the small puddle of cum with her tongue, Cathy slipped her own tongue out to meet Jennie's as she lapped it up. With a moan, the two girls alternatively kissed and licked the cum out of Cathy's hand.

Cathy slipped down to the floor to kneel in front of Mike. Jennie watched her friend in something close to awe as she leaned forward, one hand wrapped around Mike's cock, to enclose the head of it with her mouth. Mike sighed softly as Cathy's tongue swirled around his cock. She began stroking the shaft with her hand while moving the head around in her mouth, her tongue probing, licking and lapping at it. 

Although many of Jennie's boyfriends had asked her, sometimes even begged her, to suck their cocks, she had never done it. She had thought it to be a sick repulsive act that only perverts did. She had heard that some girls were doing it. She believed that some of them probably did, but she never believed it when one of Cathy's ex-boyfriends told her that Cathy had sucked him off many times. She simply assumed that Cathy would have had the same opinion of it as she did and that he had been lying. Now here she was, watching Cathy gobble on Mike's cock like it was some kind of lollipop, and what's more, she seemed to be enjoying it! Her one hand was stroking Mike's cock, but her other hand was rubbing her own clitoris and fingering her pussy as she took the cock into her mouth. 

Mike leaned back, amazed at the skill Cathy was demonstrating. It was obvious that she was no stranger to sucking a cock. The sensations he was feeling were akin to some of the best blowjobs he'd ever had in his life. He was guessing that the only blowjob he'd ever received that was better was when he was partying in Quebec. For some reason he couldn't explain, girls from Quebec just seemed to suck cock better than any girls he'd ever encountered.

Now Cathy was challenging that pet theory. She now had one hand on his scrotum, massaging it softly as she sucked him. Her other hand continued to stroke him and her mouth and tongue were coaxing the cum out of his balls. 

Jennie, drawn almost as if she were in a trance, slipped to Cathy's side and leaned in to watch her suck his cock. She was amazed, not only at how she seemed to make the act into something that was beyond erotic, but at how Mike seemed to be enslaved by her actions. His hips were moving almost of their own accord and he was gasping and heaving as he closed his eyes and leaned back in sheer bliss.

Cathy pulled the cock out of her mouth and smiled at Jennie. She held the cock toward her and Jennie, slowly and with trepidation, reached out to the cock head with her tongue and touched the pee hole. Cathy nodded supportively and Jennie opened her mouth to wrap her lips around the head. As her mouth closed over the mushroom head, she felt a sudden tingling. With the taste of cum from the tip of it and the feel of its hardness in her mouth, the feel of Cathy's hand as it gently touched her lips with every upstroke on Mike's cock, she felt her own pussy begin to get wet all over again. She pushed her mouth down further until his cock was pushed against the back of her mouth and looked at Cathy for instruction. 




Jennie And Mike And Cathy



Cathy stopped stroking it and then told Jennie to bring her head back until his cock was just about to come out of her mouth. She did and then Cathy told her to move back so his cock hit the back of her throat again. Slowly and with great patience, she instructed Jennie in what to do. She taught her to alternate her actions, to move her mouth back and forth over the length of it, to probe her tongue all over its surface and to stroke and massage his cock with her hands. 

Jennie began slowly and, as she gained confidence, started sucking, kneading and stroking Mike's cock until he was once again leaning back and sighing with pleasure. After a short time, Cathy moved in closer to take it into her mouth and then she would give it back to Jennie. Sometimes they would kiss, their tongues intertwining over his cock head, so they could taste the cum oozing slowly from it as they did. 

Mike began grunting rhythmically and Cathy took over at sucking his cock. She wrapped her hand around the shaft, stroking and twisting it as it traveled up and down its length. At the same time she began moving her mouth up and down as his cock head penetrated to the back of her throat. Mike tensed suddenly and his hips shot upward from the couch. Cathy held on tight and her throat muscles started spasming as she swallowed the first couple of jets of cum spurting from his cock. He spurted two more times and this she held in her mouth. She removed his cock and then turned to Jennie and kissed her, pushing her cum-covered tongue deeply into her mouth. Jennie's eyes went wide as the taste of Mike's orgasm flooded her mouth. 

Cathy held fast to Jennie's head with her hands and forced the cum from her mouth into Jennie's; then she kissed Jennie passionately as they shared the taste of the sperm. Jennie, after the initial shock and surprise, eventually relaxed into Cathy's embrace. Although the taste of cum was completely alien to her before this, she decided that it wasn't that bad. In fact, she realized, it had its own appeal and sucking cock didn't seem so repulsive after all.

Mike watched them in fascination. He was almost certain that Jennie had never had any inclinations toward women before this evening, and now he was sure that no one was more surprised at these new-found feelings than Jennie herself. Although he didn't know Cathy well, he was fairly certain she had never thought about sex with a girl before either; and now both of them were locked in a passionate kiss, sharing Mike's cum and caressing each other's naked bodies. Mike was amazed to see Jennie gently stroking Cathy's tits, softly pinching the tiny nipples and then sucking on them. Seeing Cathy too with her hand over Jennie's mound, softly caressing her vagina and sliding her fingers up and down and just inside her pussy, began to give Mike a renewed hard-on, though he was sure that he and the girls needed a rest before any new serious action occurred.

The girls turned to him as his cock got hard again and giggled together.

'I can't believe your dad is hard again already!' Cathy said.

'He's not my dad.' Jennie said with a grin. 'He's my favourite guy in the world.'

'He's my favourite guy right now too!' Cathy agreed smiling. 'I hope you don't mind sharing him with me.'

Jennie smiled and snuggled into Cathy's chest and kissed Cathy's tit.

'I don't mind.' She said. 'I'll share him with you if I get to share you with him.'

Cathy giggled and the two of them sighed as they nuzzled into Mike's chest, savoring the warmth and titillation of their first threesome.



Jennie and Mike



Her sighs of contentment coupled with the wonderful body laid out beside him were driving Mike crazy. As her hand motions became steadily quicker, he could feel another orgasm building up. He grunted and crawled up on to the bed to kneel beside her, his track pants falling to below his thighs as she continued to stroke him. 

She opened her eyes and smiled, redoubling her efforts and cupping his testicles with her other hand. She bit her lower lip in concentration and smiled again as she felt his cock grow in her hand. The skin covering his testicles suddenly puckered and it felt to her as if his balls were drawing up inside him. He grunted and let out a long groan and then he was cumming. The first spurt landed on her neck just under her chin. She giggled as she felt the sticky white cum flow down to her chest. The second spurt landed on her tit and she suddenly realized how hot it was, hotter even than his cock. The third spurt landed on her tit too and her nipples puckered again at the thought of his cum landing on them. The rest of his cum dribbled out and flowed over her fingers to land on her tummy. On a whim, she reached down to her tummy and rubbed it into her skin. She then reached for her tits and massaged the cum into her skin there as well. Her cum-covered fingers she placed at the entrance to her pussy and she rubbed them up and down along her slit. She smiled when she saw Mike's cock twitch.

'It's still alive?' she asked in surprise.

'Seeing you finger your own pussy did that.' He said.

'Really?' she asked. 'You like seeing me do that?'

'Oh yeah!' he said. 'Do it again.'

She smiled and blushed a little but she once again began running her fingers up and down the length of her pussy lips. She watched in awe as Mike put his hand on his own cock and started stroking it. 

'Go ahead,' he said. 'Play with yourself. I want to watch you masturbate!'

Her nipples hardened again as she realized how much this was turning him on. She watched him stroke his cock in fascination and it drove her to masturbate herself with more abandon; with one hand she stroked her pussy lips and with the other she tweaked and flicked at her clitoris. 

Mike's cock was now fully hard, though not as hard as it had been before; he'd already cum twice so trying for three was definitely pushing things a bit. He watched her in amazement, asking himself if this was really happening. Her beautiful body was a wonderful thing to see under normal circumstances; seeing her naked and heaving as she masturbated, strictly for his pleasure, was a sight he didn't expect would ever be surpassed.

As he felt his third and likely last, orgasm in the past hour approaching, he leaned forward and aimed his cock at her pussy. She watched him reposition himself and began breathing more heavily herself. When he came this time, the cum drooled out over his hands and plopped down onto her fingers as she traced them up and down against her lips. The warm fluid seeped through her fingers and into her vagina as she continued to masturbate. Although she had started this to please Mike, there was no turning back now. She was close to cumming herself and she needed to finish.

She smiled as he reached down to stimulate her clitoris. He flicked at it and rubbed it and she started grunting and moaning as her hips started bucking. With a gasp, she came again and lay back contentedly, watching him as he gazed at her naked body. When some of her boyfriends had stared at her like that after sex, she had felt embarrassed and dirty; like she was nothing to them except a place for them to put their cocks into and shoot their sperm. 

When Mike did it, she felt a shiver of delight, knowing how much he appreciated her and how the sight of her body affected him. Seeing his cock had the same effect on her and she was happy to let him look as much as he wanted to.

Mike heard the front door of the house opening and he stood up quickly and went to his own bedroom, closing Jennie's bedroom door behind him as he went.

By the time Debbie walked into the house, Mike was removing his clothes and heading for the shower in his bathrobe. She looked at him and breezed past him to the bedroom without a word.

Mike smiled to himself as he glanced at Jennie's closed bedroom door and then went for a nice relaxing shower.



Jennie and Shannen go for the Gofer



Jack didn't know what to think of his new job, initially. Working as a gofer on the set of a tv-show sounded like a mixed blessing at best. Getting coffee and curlers all day long for directors' assistants and wardrobe-people didn't sound exciting at all, and the minimum wage that came along with it didn't do anything to sweeten the deal. But if he wanted to be serious about getting a foot in the business, which had been a dream of his for a while, he had to start somewhere. Making friends and connections who worked with and around successful actors on an everyday basis would surely be a step in the right direction if he was ever to realize his dream of becoming an actor. His hope was that if he made himself noticed doing a good job and showing up on time every day, maybe someone would give him break at some point. And in the meantime, maybe it wasn't a complete loss spending his time in a place where celebrities work all day long. If he was lucky he might get to talk to a few of them from time to time.

Jack didn't even know exactly where or who he would be working with on his first day. His friend who had gotten him the job through a connection he had in the studios had just told him to show up at a certain address in Van Nuys at 9 o'clock monday and someone would put him to work. When he got to where he was told to go he arrived at a huge hangar building with a small entrance. Above the entrance it said "Beverly Hills 90210". He realized he would be working on the set of 90210, a show he watched regularly after it had recently become a big hit. The thought of doing whatever Jennie Garth and her other female cast members would order him to do all day long made the thought of all the other grunt work he would be doing melt away like ice in the sun. Fetching a glass of club soda for some director's assistant didn't sound fun at all. Fetching it for his dream girl Jennie Garth and being greeted with a smile when doing so, sounded like a great way to spend the day.

The first day on the job, however, didn't look to go as planned. His boss, a grumpy old woman who seemed like she had been working there for much longer than she wanted to, made it her apparent mission to make Jack's new job as miserable as possible. Barking orders at him to sweep the floors, move heavy furniture from one end of the building to the other. Running back and forth across the set to give messages to people who had no idea what she, through him, was trying to say to them, and getting little to no rest in between doing so, put a real damper on the enthusiasm the sign above the entrance had instilled in him just a few hours earlier. The job was turning out to be a real disapointment. The mindless chores were even more exausting and tedious than Jack had feared and he had still to catch even a glimpse of any celebrity. Still, he didn't want to give up just yet and was determined to give it some time before he decided he had had enough. The thought of possibly meeting the female cast of 90210, the biggest hit on TV at the time, was much too enticing to give up on so soon. 

At 6 o'clock in the evening after a long day's work, most of the crew had left for the day. Jack had been told to stay and work late because "a lot of loose ends still needed to be tied up and we need to keep a few hands around in case some handywork is needed" his boss had told him. Since he was new he was the one picked for the dirty work. There had been no shooting that day which explained why he hadn't seen any of the cast members. They had been working in another building while the one Jack worked in was being prepared for tomorrow's shoot. Even though he was tired and wanted to go home for the day, he could at least comfort himself with the fact that he wouldn't necessarily have a lot of work to do. He just had to be around in case he was needed. So to tie him over until some real work was required, his boss told him to go to one of the dressing rooms to put out clothes for the next day. The actors needed to be able to easily find their clothes when it was needed and his boss gave Jack a list of what needed to be dug out of the closet and prepared for next day's shoot. Compared to some of the day's earlier chores this seemed like an easy task and Jack was happy to do what he was told.

His was thirsty, so on his way to the dressing room he stopped by a soda machine and got himself something to drink while digging through the closet trying to find the right clothes according to the list. Jack entered the dressing room which was a small room, and empty exept for the makeup-table with a mirror, a chair, a large tan couch, and the closet he was to go through. He opened the closet door and started rummaging through the huge collection of clothes they had managed to stuff into the closet and tried to find what was on the list his boss had given him.

After a while Jack had found most of the clothes on the list and decided to take a small break. He sat down on the chair, put his feet up on the table, opened the soda can he had gotten from the machine, and leaned his head back to take a big sip. His feet were tired after a long day and his mouth was dry after having had little to drink all day. The soda really hit the spot. Jack held the can in his hand and rested it on his thigh as he closed his eyes for a second, enjoying the quiet moment he had to himself after a busy day. While doing so he didn't notice how he inadvertantly tilted the soda can slighly to one side. He was abruptly brought out of his state of relaxation when he felt his right thigh become wet. He jumped out of the chair as he realized he had spilled his soda on his pants.

Jack took a piece of clothing from the closet and tried to rub it out, but realized that the stain was much too big to be blotted out so simply. He decided instead that he would have to take off his jeans and hopefully be able to find some place to dry them. He remembered seing a pair of sweatpants in the closet earlier, found them and took them out, judging them to be about his size and decided that they would have to do for the time being. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers, that had also been wetted by the soda-spill, stepped out of them and reached for the sweat pants to put them on. 

Just at that moment the door opened and a woman stepped into the doorway, but stopped mid-step as she saw the sight of the pantsless man in front of her. With a startled look on her face she instinctively took one step back and lifted up the palm of her hand as if to apologize. She looked like she was about to say something, but instead kept staring at the well-sized penis dangling in front of her. After the initial moment of surprise Jack instinctively covered himself with his hands while looking at her with the look of a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle. The woman standing in front of him looking at him naked was a beautiful young woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. With her long hair going down past her shoulders, bangs down her forehead, and cute perky nose there was no mistaking her for anyone else. It was the star of Beverly Hills 90210, Jennie Garth.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here", she said. She turned around and left the room again and closed the door behind her before Jack could think of anything to say to explain why he was naked in what he now figured was her dressing room. He hurriedly put on the sweatpants and rushed out the door after her to try to explain, but she was already gone. With a mixed feeling of frustration that he didn't get to explain his nudity, and excitement that he had actually met his dream girl he went back to the room and finished the job he had been sent in there to do. After he was finished he went to his boss fearful that Jennie had gone to her to complain about him, but his boss just told him they were done for the day and that he could go home. While Jack was driving home he couldn't help but feel aroused that Jennie Garth had apparently not felt the need to complain about seing his cock. Thinking about Jennie looking at his dick with wide open eyes and mouth excited him greatly and he, like he had done countless times before, fantasized about fucking her.

The next day on the job started like the one before with hard and tedious work, except this was the day actual shooting for the series was to take place, so all the actors who would feature in that day's scenes were present on the set. Jack had already spotted a couple of the guys from the show, as well as the woman who played Cindy the mom. He was keeping an eye open for Jennie in the hopes that he would get an opportunity to strike up a conversation with her and offer an explanation for yesterday's encounter. Even if he didn't think she was shocked or angry about it he still felt it would be nice to just set the record straight and try to get the point across that he wasn't some pervert waiting for her in her dressing room, wanting to expose himself to her. But so far she was nowhere to be seen.

Late in the day his boss instructed him to carry a table over to the set where the Walsh's kitchen was located. The table in the kitchen was to be replaced with a new one and Jack was happy to oblige as it gave him a chance to see one of the most famous stages on the show which was located in an area of the building he had yet to see. As he approached the stage with the table in his hands, a guy motioned to him with his hands that he should stay quiet. He could see a scene was being shot on the kitchen stage. Jennie Garth was there alongside Shannen Doherty and they were shooting a scene where they seemed to be talking with Brenda and Brandon's parents Jim and Cindy. Jack went up close to the stage with the table, still out of the camera angle, and set the table down. He would have to wait until the scene was over before he could place the table on the stage.

After a minute or two the director yelled "cut" and everyone on stage fell out of character and started talking amongst themselves. Jennie was standing next to Shannen and talking with her. She wasn't paying full attention to Shannen as while she was talking she was also looking around the set absentmindedly. It looked like shooting scenes had become routine to her by now and that she was a little bored as she waited for the next shot to begin. Jack looked straight at her hoping to make eye-contact and that she would recognize him. After a couple of minutes of watching Jennie and Shannen carry on a conversation Jack inattentively leaned against the table and accidentally put too much weight on it. The table toppled over and hit the floor with a bang with Jack following right after, as he lost his balance and tumbled onto the floor. Everyone on the set immediately looked at him falling on the floor and laughed at funny sight of the gopher tripping over a table.

As he got himself up off the floor Jack looked over to Jennie and Shannen and saw them looking straight at him. At that moment when their eyes met a look of realization came upon Jennie's face. She smiled and turned to Shannen and moved her head in close and whispered something in her ear. Reacting to what Jennie told her Shannen's face showed a look of surprise and she smiled as she locked her eyes on Jack. Her eyes wandered from his face down his body to his crotch. She gently bit her lower lip as her thoughts seemed to go places. As he picked up the table and placed it on the stage Jack could sense Jennie and Shannen's eyes following him, but after his embarassment he didn't feel like he could just walk up and talk to them. Having performed the instructed task he left the stage and went back to his usual work area, where he was instructed help move some stage equipment and place it out of the way.

Approaching the late hours of the day he was still working on the assigned task, expecting to go home for the day when he was done. His boss came over and told him that he didn't need to finish however, and that she had something else for him to do. "Miss Garth and Miss Doherty need some help in wardrobe. They instructed me to tell you to go to Miss Doherty's dressing room and wait for them. They'll tell you what they need help with", she said. This was apparently not a big deal to his boss, so he did as he was told and headed for Shannen Doherty's dressing room.

On his way there his mind was racing. What did they want him for? Did they just need him to move something heavy or did it have something to do with the way they noticed him earlier? There was only one way to find out. He arrived at the dressing room and knocked. There was no answer, so he opened the door slowly and peeked in. The room was empty. He entered and closed the door behind him. Shannen's room was bigger than Jennie's. The furniture was the same, but there was more room and the couch was bigger. It also had a small shower room that Jennie's dressing room lacked. He guessed Shannen was a tougher negotiater than Jennie. Since he didn't know what to do he sat down in the chair and decided to wait for someone to come. The chair was a comfortable lounge chair, so he was happy to sit and wait.

After a few minutes there was a knock on the door. Before he could answer the door opened and Jennie Garth peeked her head inside. "Hi. I thought I'd better knock in case you were naked in here", she said, giggling at her own comment. She entered the room with Shannen Doherty following right behind her. Shannen closed and locked the door behind her. Jack looked at them quizically asking with his eyes why they locked the door. They showed no intention to answer him and wordlessly positioned themselves in front of him standing next to each other. Jennie wore a black mini-skirt and a white nitted blouse so thin it almost looked seethru. The blouse hung loose around her shoulders and were cut off just above her breasts. Shannen wore a pair of tight jeans and a black T-shirt that accentuated her breasts. It looked like something their characters would wear on the show.

"I understand you're the gofer here?", Shannen asked. "Yes, I am", Jack said." "Well, we need your help with something. Tomorrow we're shooting a scene at the beach and we can't decide which outfits to wear. We were wondering if you could help us decide? All you need to do is look at the outfits and tell us if you like them. It'll be sort of like a lay-mans opinion. After all, we want to look good for the cameras and all the guys watching the show, so we can't risk not looking sexy at the beach." The thought of looking at Shannen Doherty and Jennie Garth in bikinis made Jack agree quickly to their proposition. "Great", Shannen said. With knowing smiles on their faces they started undressing. Jack was startled at first at the girls' apparent decision to change in front of him, but naturally he didn't want to dissuede them from it, so he held his tongue, staring at them. As they took off their clothes and revealed they were already wearing the bikinis underneath, he realized they were just teasing him. The girls giggled knowing they had fooled him, and that he actually, for a second, thought he would get to see them naked. The look of disappointment in his face that he, to no avail, tried to hide from them, left no doubt to Jennie and Shannen that he liked them. 

Having removed their clothes, Jennie stood in front of him in a tiny pink bikini, that accentuated her flawless body perfectly. Jack ran his eyes from her face down to her small, but perky breasts. The top pushed her sexy mounds together giving some slight cleavage. His eyes continued down her flat toned stomach and settled on the bikini-bottom, that hid her wonderful prize. He looked over at Shannen who wore a purple bikini every bit as sexy as Jennie's. "You're staring, honey", Jennie said with a cute smile. Shannen turned slightly to let Jack admire her curves. He couldn't take his eyes off Shannen's ass. "I think he likes my butt", Shannen remarked to Jennie, happy that she could hold Jack's attention.

"Well, I think I can top that", Jennie said. With a determined look on her face Jennie reached behind her back and unhooked her top. With a forward motion of her shoulders she slid it down her arms exposing her perfectly shaped breasts. Jack's jaw dropped. "Aren't they beautiful?", Shannen asked retorically, locking her gaze at them. "That beats just looking at bikinis, doesn't it?" She moved her hand to Jennie's flat stomach and looked her in the eye as she moved the hand up to her breast and gently cupped it. Jennie bit her lower lip as she looked intensely at me while Shannen fondled her. It was the most sexy sight Jack could ever imagine and the effect on him was immediate and noticable. His growing arousal showed in his pants as his cock grew down his right pant leg. With a quick motion with his hand he moved his cock up slightly to allow it to grow unencumbered and Jennie reacted with a fake surprised look on her face which turned into a slight smile. "Oh my, what's that? You feel like setting something free?", she teased. "Maybe I could do that for you? After all, you're nice enough to help us decide what to wear, so the least we can do is be kind to you in return", Jennie said. "Definitely", Shannen said in agreement.

They both moved toward Jack and sat down on their knees in front of him in his chair. Jennie grabbed his right leg and moved it to the side as Shannen did the same with his left and they positioned themselves in between them. Jennie slowly undid the button holding his jeans in place and pulled down his fly. They each grabbed a pant-leg and pulled the jeans and boxers down under his feet and chucked them aside. His now hard cock sprung to full attention. "You were right, Jen.", Shannen said to Jennie, never removing her gaze from Jack's erect manhood. "I know, Jennie responded. 

"May I?", Jennie asked as her hand wrapped loosely around his dick, and she began slowly stroking it up and down, enjoying the softness of the skin. In time, her grip tightened, just enough that the skin began moving with her hand. The feeling of Jennie Garth's hand on his hard cock felt incredible to Jack. After her beginning strokes she paused her jerking, and simply held it, admiring its size and features. "You have a spectacular cock", she declared, as Shannen's hand joined Jennie's on his now rock hard shaft. Their hands moved in tandem up and down as they slowly jerked him. Shannen's other hand cupped and gently massaged his balls. Jennie smiled a cute, little smile at him, happy with her catch, as she teased the head of his cock with her fingertips. Shannen let go of his cock, leaving it to Jennie, and got to her feet. She took hold of his shirt and pulled it off his torso. She licked his bare chest as she rested one hand in his pubic hair and gently held the back of his head with the other.

Jennie grabbed his cock at the base of the shaft and moved her head in close. Jack could feel the warmth of her mouth as she prepared to take his manhood into her. She slowly licked the length of the backside of his cock, went over the top and placed her mouth over the head and gently suckled on the end. The warm wetness on his rod sent shivers through him. Her velvety mouth slipped up and down the rod, sucking hard all the way, as he admired her porcelain skin and blonde hair. With her eyes closed and her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, her head bobbed up and down at a slow, steady pace. 

Her hands already occupied, Shannen leaned in and sucked on Jack's earlobe as she purred contentedly. The tingling sensation made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Moving her mouth from his ear to his mouth, she thrust her tongue into his open mouth and they locked lips in a passionate kiss. His tounge explored hers as they sucked on each other's lips as if their lives depended on it. His hands grabbed at her bikini top. Shannen reached back and deftly unhooked it. As it fell to the floor her small perky breasts were revealed to him. He pulled her close and eagerly sucked on her rosy nipples, making her moan in pleasure. Shannen reached down and put her hand on the back of Jennie's head as if to help her along with her cock-sucking.




Jennie and Shannen go for the Gofer



"Do you like how I'm doing this?", Jennie asked, just lifting her mouth far enough off his large cock to speak, her warm breath beating on the tip of his erection. "You have no idea", Jack responded. "Good, I thought you might like it", she cooed. She sucked his cock back into her mouth, lips stretched round the thick shaft, her head moving up and down. She pulled him back to pout at the head and take a breath before sinking him back in. She sucked firmly all the way, using her tongue down the backside of him as she worked, all the time keeping the same slow thorough pace. She took her mouth off his thick glistening cock for a few seconds to catch her breath and her small hand continued where her lips had left off. Wanking him with a firm grip, her hand moved up and down his hard pole. She looked passionately at his dick as if she had a thirst only his cum could quench. The sensation of her tingling touch was incredible and it was all Jack could do from blowing his load. He was ready to cum, but was resolved to hold out for more. Much more. He relished the magnificent sight of his hard dick inside Jennie Garth's mouth. Her lips wrapped firmly around it. Stunning blue eyes looking up at him.

Jennie looked at him with her blue eyes as she moved her mouth down to his balls. With her hand around his cock-head she put her lips around his balls, first one, then the other, her cheeks going thin as she sucked gently and intensely at the same time. She licked him from balls to tip. Her mouth went over the top and once again engulfed his head as she started bobbing up and down. Her beautiful tits bounced up and down in rhythm to her sucking. Her nipples hard from arousel, she moaned as his cock stretched her lips and filled her mouth. 

She pulled her mouth straight off him to catch her breath again and a train of saliva draped between his dick and her lips. She broke the bridge with her tongue, quickly wiping her lips with the back of her hand. She flashed a look at him, as though caught, and gave a shy smile. She then cupped her hand over the head and rubbed her palm back and forth across his wet flesh. Sharp tingles shot through his dick as she teased the sensitive skin. Jack was breathing heavily as he was caught between enjoying the blowjob and not wanting to cum yet."My god, you're amazing", he exclaimed impulsively, immensely enjoying her mouth-skills. Jennie flashed a sweet grin at him and again moved her lips over the cock-head and suckled on the tip while moving her tongue back and forth across the delicate head. She ran her fingers through her hair, and hooked it over her ear, as she again plunged her mouth down his hard shaft.

Shannen, now wet with arousal, got to her feet. She turned her back to him and looked back over her shoulder to see Jack admiring her ass. He reached out and pinched her ass cheeks one at a time as he took in the sight of her small naked body. He grabbed the waistline and pulled down the bikini-bottom, Shannen's back still turned. With Jack's cock still in her mouth Jennie watched intently as Shannen, now completely naked, turned around to face them. Jack reached around and grabbed her buns and pulled her close. He admired her pussy for a short second before burying his face in her muff. It was trimmed for bikini season, leaving a small triangle of dark bush. His tongue explored her clit and labia. Shannen arched her back and groaned in pleasure as he sucked her into his mouth while grabbing both her butt-cheeks, one in each hand.

Jennie purred as she kissed her way back up the cock, pushing it back into her mouth and sliding her hand onto his balls. Feeling his orgasm building, Jack reached down and grabbed her delicate hair and held her head in place, her mouth filled with cock. He needed to pause her if he was to avoid cumming too soon. She looked up at him with playful eyes as she awaited his move, happy that her abilities were bringing him closer to orgasm. He held his breath as he brought his cock back from the edge of orgasm and he slowly let go of her hair again, allowing her to resume her blowjob. She moved her lips down and up his shaft once, then took her mouth off the tip puckering her lips to swallow. His cock glistening with Jennie's saliva she moved her tongue to the base of the shaft and slowly licked up to the head, and teased the hole with the tip of her tongue. She took hold of the cock with both hands and locked her lips around the head. Sucking hard her cheeks folded in as she worked the rod. Her head moved in tandem with her hands back and forth on the shaft at a quick pace, her blonde hair bouncing with her movements. 

Humming deeply and lapping with her skillful tongue she sucked as hard as she could. She took her mouth off his erection, stuck out her tongue and slapped it a few times with the head of the cock while looking deep into his eyes. She purred with pleasure and soon was sliding her mouth back and forth on his dick again. She pulled it out with a pop, then began licking all around the shaft. Back in her mouth for a few quick bobs, then out again, with her tongue taking over the duties. As she put him back in her mouth, she gave a fast pulsed sucking to the head and stroked the shaft rapidly. Jack was nearly hyperventilating at the sensations. Jennie pushed her lips as far down his rod as they could go until his head nudged against the back of her throat. She kept him there, sucking almost his entire dick. 

The feeling of Jack's cockhead at the back of her throat made her moan with lust. " I don't think I can hold out much longer", Jack groaned. "You wanna cum?", Jennie cooed. "Are you ready?" Exasperated Jack nodded eagerly. "Yes, oh my God, I'm gonna cum". She pulled her soft lips off his cock and opened her mouth, just resting the tip of his hard-on on her bottom lip as she took hold of his cock, wanking her hand up and down to get him off. She looked him encouragingly in the eye. "Are you gonna cum? Are you gonna cum for me? Come on, you can do it. Cum in my mouth. I wanna taste you". She stuck her warm tongue out and rested the head on it as she continued her handjob, awaiting Jack's ecstasy. The dilligent work of her mouth and small soft hands soon payed off. As Jack felt his cock being pushed past the point of no return, he groaned loudly and started to pulse: "Oh fuck!, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!!." With a deep grunt he ejaculated, his hot load spurting into Jennie's mouth, the first shot straight to the back of her throat. Jennie didn't even flinch and just kept jerking his cock as the thick ropes of cum ejaculated into her mouth and onto her tongue. He was as worked up as he had ever been and his load kept on coming, streams of cum shooting past her lips and landing on her face and in her hair.

He gave a shudder as he relaxed, his climax ending along with the slowing of her hand. She closed her lips over him and sucked the last drops of his load into her mouth, leaving him clean. His cum dripped from the bangs down her forehead as she swallowed his juices with relish. "Mmm, you taste great, sweetie. But I hope you're not done yet. We've got more in store for you. If you're ready for it", she chirped. "Don't worry, I can go again no problem, Jack responded, wanting to still fuck them both. Jack remained rock hard in anticipation of what to come.

Jennie leaned forward letting her breasts fall on his cock and pushed them together around the shaft, masturbating him with her perky tits. Shannen leaned in and licked some cum off of Jennie that had landed on her shoulder. "A little preview of what awaits me", she smirked. Shannen had been admiring Jennie's blowjob skills while Jack's tongue worked her wet pussy, but now she wanted some cock too. "I think it's my turn at the helm", Shannen said with a smile. "I want that thick cock in my pussy now". "OK, I guess I can let you have him for a while. But I want him back in one piece", Jennie teased.

Shannen climbed on top of Jack, facing him. "Allow me", Jennie said and took hold of his throbbing cock and positioned it under Shannen's pussy. A bit sore from his orgasm, but overwhelmed with lust for the two sexy actresses, Jack didn't lack motivation for maintaining his erection. Shannen closed her eyes, lowered herself onto his rod and slowly began sliding up and down on his long thick shaft. She moaned as his cock penetrated her deeper and deeper. She put her arms around his neck and moved her lips to his. They kissed passionately as she started to roll her hips. Jack ran his hands up her sides and took her tits into his hands. He ran his thumbs over her nipples as her pussy slid up and down on his pole. Jack was pinned down in the broad chair by Shannen's weight, but still managed to move his hips for his cock to meet with Shannen's pussy at every valley of her movements. Her pussylips stretched around the shaft, Shannen bounced up and down on his lap, his cock pistoning in and out of her. He could feel Shannen's pussy juice running down his cock and wetting his balls. He watched as his cock, glistening from her juices, drew in and out of her again and again. She grinded his cock against the walls of her pussy, enjoying his girth filling her up, as she brought herself closer and closer to euphoria. "Fuck, baby. You fill me up so good. You're so big.", Shannen wailed.

Jennie sat next to them on her knees, wearing only her bikini bottom, watching Jack's glistening cock penetrate her friend again and again. A little jealous of Shannen now getting all the attention of Jack's erection she took Jack's hand and sucked on his index finger, mimicking the actions of what she had done to his cock just minutes before. Her lips slipped down the digit, all the way past the knuckle. She slipped his finger in and out, eyes closed, knowing she was driving Jack crazy. Shannen was rocking back and forth on Jack's member, her dark bush grinding against his abdomen. Sweat trickled down her back and her ass cheeks. She could feel herself growing closer to climax. Her breath quickened. She leaned her body forward uttering loud whimpers of heightened arousal in Jack's ear. Her exhales came back hot and humid on his face. "Make me come, honey... make me come," she breathed heavily in his ear.

Suddenly, Shannen's hand came to his chest and she pushed herself upright. Her body heaved and undulated, bouncing up and down, as she fucked herself on her new friend, holding onto his sides. "That's it. That's it!", she softly whined, her eyes tightly shut. The dark-headed vixen leaned back. Her hips bucked up and down, grinding the head of his cock against the front wall of her pussy. "Yes... yes... yes..." Shannen panted, as she hovered almost at climax. Just then, a moment before Shannen herself expected, his dick hit a particularly sensitive spot within her and took her over the edge. Heavy breaths and subdued screams flowed from her erotically open mouth as her pussy started to spasm and clasp Jack's cock. He grabbed her ass as she started to buck back with orgasm and came all over his dick. 

Exhausted, Shannen leaned forward and rested her forehead on Jack's chest, her body and tits glistening with sweat. Coming back from her orgasm, still breathing heavily, she lifted up her head and lazily opened her eyes to look at Jack. "Fuck, that was amazing. Thank you, baby". Jennie leaned in close to Shannen's face. "You look so sexy when you're riding his cock", she said, and landed her lips on Shannen's passionately sticking her tongue in her mouth. While Jennie's lips and tongue explored Shannen's mouth, Jack put his hand on Jennie's ass which she was alluringly displaying as she leaned in over Jack to reach Shannen. His erection still buried to the base in Shannen's pussy, she tightened and loosened her pussy's grip on the shaft a couple of times, before easing herself off of him and breaking her kiss with Jennie. 

Jack sat up in the chair. Jennie positioned herself in front of him, her sexy b-cup tits perky with lust. "Well, sweetie. I think there's one thing left you haven't seen yet", she said. She put her thumbs inside her bikini bottom waistband and pushed down. Her bikini went down her thighs and exposed her blonde bush. Her trimmed pubic hairs were only slightly darker than the hair on her head. She stood completely nude in front of him, hands on her flirtatiously swayed hips, and with an innocent-looking smile on her face. She was a vision. Slightly raising her eyesbrows, looking angelically at Jack, Jennie quizzed : "Do I look okay?". Jack's cock twitched at the sight of Jennie Garth standing naked in front of him with wide open eyes and erotically open mouth. Jennie, noticing his reaction to her flawless beauty, couldn't help but giggle sweetly. "I guess I do", Jennie remarked to Shannen. "Oh, you're gorgeous, honey", Shannen responded, and put her hand on one of Jennie's ass-cheeks and squeezed. 

"How do you want me, sexy? You can have me anyway you like", Jennie said. "As long as I get that beautiful cock of yours inside me". Jack, having felt up Jennie's ass the last few minutes, had only one thing on his mind : "If want to fuck you from behind", he pressed. "I was hoping you would say that", Jennie cooed. Jack stood up, and Jennie positioned herself next to the chair and grabbed hold of the arm of the chair with both hands. She put her feet back and slightly bent her knees, exposing her ass. Jack moved behind her and put one hand on her behind. With the other hand he guided his rock-hard erection in between her ass-cheeks. For a second he rested the tip at the edge of her pussy-lips, feeling the warmth of her womanhood, and foretasting what to come. Knowing he would remember this moment for the rest of his life he savored every second, and slowly pushed. His bulky head parted her lips and disappeared into her wet, tight pussy. Jack grabbed tightly around her hips with both hands, taking control of her ass. Jennie clenched her buttocks and moaned deeply as Jack entered her, and her pussy slowly sucked in his wide shaft. He pushed himself all the way in until his abdomen reached her butt, held his movement for a few seconds, enjoying how her hot flesh enveloped his hard rod, and then eased himself out again. Re-entering her, he developed a rhythm, driving the full length of his shaft in and out of her.

Ecstatic at how his cock filled her completely, Jennie's eyes rolled back and she let herself completely go. "Oh yes! Oh yes! Fuck me, fuck me . . . Fuck me, oh, please, God, oh, please, yes . . . Fuck me, oh . . . oh . . . " Egged on by her horny cries for cock, Jack increased the speed of his pumping. Jennie's ass and Jack's pelvis settled into a well timed rhythm as he pounded her hard. In tandem with the slapping sound of Jack ramming his abdomen into her ass, Jennie let out a little whine every time Jack buried his cock to the hilt deep inside her damp pussy. His hard shaft pistoned in and out of her, her long hair swaying back and forth with every penetration. "Oh, baby, you feel so good inside me. You're so hard.", Jennie whined, wanting to take him even deeper, though she knew it was impossible. Jack's cock was glistening with pussy-juice as he mercilessly fucked the horny blonde actress from behind. He hammered away at her pussy, in and out. She dropped her head back, tussling her blonde hair, her pussy-lips wrapped tightly around his cock. Rubbing his shaft with her warm, soft fuck-hole, Jennie bucked in ecstasy trying to move her ass on his shaft, but was overpowered by Jack's strong hands. He was in complete control as he trust himself into her, again and again.

Shannen sat down in the chair right under Jennie's bouncing tits, and leaned in and sucked on her hard nipples. Jack maneuvered his hand under Jennie's flat stomach, and moved his fingers through her blonde bush to her clit. His deft finger-work rubbed her ultra sensitive love-button, sending shivers through her body. Her whines became heavy-breathed screams as his cock and fingers sent her hurtling into climax. Impaled on his long hard rod she thrust herself against his pelvis in ecstasy, her ass held in place by his forceful hands. "OOOH!...OOOH!...FUCK!...YES!! I'M COMING!! Her juices ran down Jack's balls as she vigorously got off on his hard prick. Her movements slowed to a stop as her orgasm abated and Jack's cock settled inside her, buried to the base. Jennie turned her head and looked at Jack. "That...was...amazing!", she said. "I've never come like that before". Not without a sense of pride Jack gave a sly smile. "With a gorgeous girl like you, how can I give anything but a great performance", he asked. "But I'm not done fucking you yet."

Jack withdrew his rod from Jennie's hot snatch, grabbed both her tits, and pulled her upright. He turned her around and, in a quick motion, lifted her up and sat down her on the table, facing him. "Uh, so strong", she teased, shooting him a sexy look. With a hand on her shoulder Jack leaned her back and positioned himself between her silky-smooth thighs. Jennie egged him on : "Mmm yeah, do me... put that big thick cock in my pretty pussy... mmm, let me fuck you..." She let out a soft groan as he slid into her and started working her with his rod. The angle of Jack's invading shaft brought new pleasures to the soft folds of her pussy. "UH! UH! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she chanted. Jack moved her legs up on his shoulders and held them tight with his hands. His body slammed hard into her, against her ass. Jennie trying futily to buttress herself from the impacts. Her face was sweating, her mouth gaping as he fucked her blonde beaver. He pounded her pussy with each thrust, and she just begged for more. "Come on, fuck me hard!" With each thrust, Jennie pounded her pussy back onto Jack's cock, moaning deeply. He felt her pussy lips tighten around his rod. Felt his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. Saw her tight sexy body lay before him. "God, honey, please fuck it, just fuck it" she moaned. 

Shannen stood next to her, rubbing Jennie's horny clit with one hand and supporting the back of her head with the other, helping her keep her balance. Sweat began to form droplets on her toned flat abdomen. Jennie took his hand and brought it up to her bare breast, telling him, without words, what she wanted. He caressed and fondled her beautiful pert tits, running his thumb over her nipple and creating a little shiver in her spine. His hips gradually sped up, as he slid his hard cock in and out of the horny actress. His vigorous thrusting made Jennie whine blissfully as her pussy stretched to take his cock. Each time he penetrated her, his cock was buried ball-deep in her, only for his shaft to emerge again, shining from her juices. He pushed his hands down her thighs. His fingertips pressed into her firm flesh. Goosebumps raised on her legs and ass. He fucked her with long fast strokes, wanting to deliver the most stimulation to her pussylips and clit. 

Jack and Jennie's groans joined together as they fucked intensively. Her pussy was wet and tight, and fit his cock like a glove. Jennie begged to be done harder, and he was only too happy to oblige. He jammed his dick into her over and over, fast and hard, burying it to the hilt. The shaft caressed her sensitive labia. Jennie screamed in amazement and pleasure. "YES!...YES!...FUCK... mmmm... FUCK!... Yeah, do it. Bang me like that. All the way. UHN!" He could feel an orgasm building, thrusting into her as deeply as he could. "Don't stop... keep going... keep going...", she whimpered. "Oooohh... fuck me, baby.... fuck me...I'm nearly there!"

Jack kept hammering deep into her and taking her higher and higher. Her eyes were closed and she could only mouth the words : "Don't stop... fuck me... please fuck me." Her whole body tensed as she lifted her ass off the table, Jack's cock deep inside her. She screamed loudly as she went over the top, making no effort to control her body-spasms. Her pussy grabbed around his cock, as her climax washed over her. "AAAH, I'M COMING. FUUUUCK!!! Her fingernails pressed firmly into the flesh of Shannen's arm, which she used for support. Her body bucked as waves of ecstasy flowed through her. The steamy sight of his blonde angel coming enthusiastically on his cock was more than he could take. In a deep and long cry he pulled his pulsating member out of her feverishly hot pussy and emptied himself, ejaculating repeatedly on her stomach and tits. Thick cream loads drenched her blonde pubic hair and covered her belly-button. Fresh streams of jizz, each seemingly hotter than the last, shot out of his charged cock. Striving to reach her innocent-looking face, but not reaching, his spunk settled on the soft skin of her abdomen and breasts. With her eyes closed Jennie smeared her tits with his cum and licked her fingers clean, moaning softly. Shannen ran her tongue over Jennie's nipples, licking his juices off them. 




Jennie and Shannen go for the Gofer



His legs weakened from his powerful orgasm, Jack leaned down to Jennie's face and kissed her warmly. Jennie sighed longingly into his mouth as they tasted each other's lips. His semi-erect pole rested on her abdomen, her pussy-hair tingling his ball-sack. Gently breaking their kiss he pulled back slightly. Their lips just grazing, her rapid exhales came out hot on his lips. "You're a spectacular fuck", he said. Jennie's affectionate eyes wordlessly revealed her happiness at his compliment. Jack was exhausted from the rigorous fucking, but in the back of his mind he knew that he would never get another chance to bang the two sexy tv-stars, naked in front of him, covered in his cum. So he braced himself for another round, and said : "I'm not all that tired". We can go again, if you want". Awed by his incessant lust for sex, the two girls couldn't hide the look of surprise on their faces. "Really?, Jennie asked. "Can you go again?" Not without a sense of pride Jack nodded, a boyish smile on his face. "Well then, go for it, stud", she playfully challenged. "Anything in particular you wanna do?" "Well, you sure do give great head, Jennie. And Shannen hasn't tasted my cock yet, so..." "So you want a another blowjob? From both of us this time?", Jennie asked and turned to Shannen. "What do you think, Shan? Want to show him what we can do together?" "Definitely", Shannen responded with no hesitation. "Okay", Jennie said. "Why don't you take that beautiful cock of yours and take a seat?". 

Jack sat down as instructed, his semi-erect rod settling on his stomach as he leaned back. Jennie and Shannen got to their knees and inched themselves up in between his legs. They gently caressed his chest and stomach while giving short kisses up and down his thighs, one girl on each leg. Shannen reached his balls and wrapped her lips around them, sucking gently. Jennie tilted her head and slowly ran the tip of her tongue along the side of his shaft from base to head. Her warm hair settled on his stomach and tickled his skin. Resting the side of her head on his chest she ran her tongue back and forth across the tip of his hardening erection. She grabbed around the base of his cock with one hand and angled it off his stomach. She looked down his rod, almost shyly, as her mouth covered his head. She pushed her lips down over the ridge of the head to the upper part of the shaft and held there, sucking hard and using her tongue on the tip. Shannen moved her lips from his balls to the shaft. She slowly dragged her lips up his flesh to Jennie's mouth and then down again. Then she opened her mouth wider and took in more of him, masturbating him with her lips, glancing up a couple times to see if he was enjoying it. His look said it all. Her eyes smiled at him as she gave his cock a couple more good sucks.

"Mmm, your dick tastes so good, sexy", Shannen moaned, taking her mouth off his shaft enough to take a breath. Jennie turned her face up to him. The head of his dick was just halfway inside her mouth. Her eyes bored into him, as she gently sucked. It was as if she was posing just for his visual pleasure. And indeed she was. She knew her blonde hair and blue eyes drove guys crazy and she wanted him to see how beautiful she was with her mouth on his cock. Jennie released the cock and brought her lips to where the penis met the sack. She rubbed her lips against the underside of the shaft. Shannen gripped his swollen cock with both hands and pumped him fast and hard, sticking the head into her mouth. The brunette wrapped her pillowy lips around the engorged head and continued the two-handed pumping, servicing his hard member. She suckled the head as though savoring a piece of hard candy. Soon, she was panting heavily through her nose. Jennie moved her lips to his balls and lustily sucked, wetting the sack with saliva. Jack moaned in ecstasy and heavy breathing from the threesome filled the room.

Shannen moved her lips down his rod and took the entire length of the cock into her mouth. With his cock buried in her throat, her lips buried in his pubes, and her nose pressing into his abdomen, Shannen hummed with satisfaction without so much as a hint of gagging on the cock slowly fucking her throat. His head was against the back of the chair and his arms gripped the top of the arm-rest. He could see droplets of sweat on Shannen's upper lip, as she continued to deep throat him, letting out muffled groans. Her mouth then pulled back from his hard cock enough for her to resume sucking on it. She kept at her sucking, her sexy lips sliding forward and back as she serviced him. The passion in her sucking and licking and bobbing and slurping was almost more than he could handle. His lust nearly exploded, wanting to grab her head and give her a solid, vigorous mouth fuck. Shannen stopped fellating and wrapped her fist around his shaft, pumping the flesh up and down, while Jennie continued to work his balls. 

Jack's long hard pole slid in and out of Shannen's mouth. Gentle sucking sounds came from below as his hands went to the back of her head. His fingertips traced the lines of her delicate hair. She draped herself across his lap, stroking his dick while catching her breath. She then raised her head and sat back on her knees. Eyeing an opportunity Jennie pounced on the rod. As she caught her breath, Shannen watched Jennie push her lips down his cock, as far as her full mouth would allow. With a long... hard... suck, she pulled her lips slowly up his shaft again and off the top with a pop. With a quick lash of the tongue she lapped up the saliva she had left on the tip of the head. She gave a quick smile to herself, happy with her abilities on his cock which she knew was about to give her a jizzy treat. His shaft was held in the hands of the two beautiful girls, Jennie's near the base, and Shannen's above. Jennie caressed his balls, while they stroked him together with only vaguely synchronized motions. His cockhead traveled between the two mouths, as they took turns delivering short fast sucks and licks to the fleshy helmet. Pausing the mouth-work momentarily they both wanked him, their admiring glances fixated on his huge erection. 

Coming closer to orgasm Jack placed his hand up Jennie's dampened head and guided it back on his cock. She stroked him out with a viselike grip, occasionally cupping his balls. Energetically she sucked his dick, her head rhythmically bobbing up and down on his cock. He stared at her subtle breasts, dripping in sweat, nipples hard. Jennie's sexy grunts upon his cock egged him on. "Fuck. I'm close", he panted. Spurred on by his words, she sucked him even harder, wanting to taste him again. 

"You know what you want to do," Shannen said as she looked deep into Jack's eyes. "So do it," she ended with a whisper and a smile. Jennie took her soft lips off his cock and planted them around one side of the shaft. Shannen followed suit and put her mouth around the other side. The women quickly fell into a pattern, as they jacked him off with their lips, moving their head up and down in tandem. Jennie caressed his balls, coaxing them into giving up their prize. The girls' mouths met around the shaft and the two tongues played with each other as they ran shuttles up and down the shaft. He felt his dick being brought ever closer to ejaculating as Jennie and Shannen moaned and sighed their contentment on his shaft.

Soon, his chest exhaled deeply and he came with a vengeance. A thick stream flew up from his cock-head and came back down. It landed on Shannen, running from her hairline to her chin. She gave a whine and blinked in surprise at the unexpected splat. But then without missing a beat, she moved up and clamped her lips around the cockhead. Another strong spurt hit the back of her mouth. She dragged her lips off the head in time for the another spurt to shoot out and land on Jennie's cheek and ear, her mouth still clamped around his rod, wanting to milk him as much as possible. The line of jizz slowly traced its way down her chin. Shannen again moved her lips over the head and sucked on his cock like she was drinking from a straw, milking all that he could give her. Jennie moved her mouth off his pole and, with her hands, began milking it into her friend's mouth. She felt it throb, as shots of cum coursed through it. Jennie's hand and Shannen's mouth continued milking jizz from his cock. Shannen swallowed a mouthful, then let another load drip from her lips onto the head, coating it with white liquid. She engulfed the head again and let out a low squeal as her mouth was filled. She shot a steamy look at Jennie, happy that she was the one getting most of Jack's hot treat, as the cock dispensed more hot cum into her mouth.

Soon the pulsing in Jack's dick abated as his balls were pumped dry. Satisfied that she had gotten most of the jizzy treat, Shannen pulled back and swallowed. Her mouth opened and she let out a heavy exhale. With her finger she guided as much of the cum on her face into her mouth as she could. Jennie wiped the cum off her own cheek and held out her hand to Shannen. "Here, I have some for you too", she giggled. Shannen didn't skip a beat and shoved Jennie's fingers into her mouth and sucked them dry. "You cum a lot, sweetie", Jennie cooed. "That's so hot".

"Oh, my God, that was amazing", Jack panted. It was all he could do from passing out from exhaustion. He looked at the cum-covered actresses and savored the moment, making sure he would never forget it. They all took a moment to gather themselves before Jennie started getting up. "That was fun. What do you say we get cleaned up before the next scene, Shan? We'll see you later, honey." The girls got to their feet and headed into the shower without waiting for Jack's response. Jack put on his clothes and opened the door to leave. He took one look back to admire the naked girls through the tinted shower glass door and then closed the door behind him. As he headed home, Jack's first thought was : "Did they even get my name?"



Jennie & Shannen's Impression



On the day of this telling William, unexpectedly, got off from work early. Thus not having any plans he decided to take a walk and find a quiet place to sit with a cool drink and enjoy the L.A. sun. His work at the software company kept him pretty busy and usually didn't permit taking an afternoon of like that. But an order he was in charge of had been cancelled at the last minute and, since it was friday his boss had informed him that he could call it a day early.

He stopped home to take a quick shower, put on a pair of Khaki-shorts and a T-shirt, and headed out the door. It was unseasonably warm that day even by California standards. The sun shone brightly, heating the pavement, and William resolved himself to find some shade and sit down. 

Walking down the street he didn't know exactly where he was headed. He didn't know this part of the city well and decided to just explore a bit. After walking a while he started to feel hungry and decided to get something to eat. 

Looking around he spotted a decent looking place. Through the window it looked quiet inside, a lot of tables being unoccupied. He bought a newspaper from a vendor and headed inside. He entered the restaurant and sat down at a table close to the back wall of the room. In this part of the restaurant he was, to his contentment. the only guest. Not much feeling like idly chatting with anyone, he was happy to be left alone to read his newspaper.

The waiter came to take his order and William ordered a light meal. He started reading the newspaper and after a few minutes the waiter came back with the food. Focused on his meal and his paper, and with his back to the entrance of the restaurant, he didn't notice the two women entering the restaurant. One was a short slender woman with long dark hair and the other a slightly taller woman with blonde hair. Both were wearing skimpy summer dresses generously showing off their legs. Approached by a waiter they conversed with him for a moment. The waiter took a look around him, said a few words, and left. The women then entered William's area of the restaurant. They scouted the whole room and, William being the only presence, landed their eyes on him. The blonde woman turned her head and said a few words to the brunette, who nodded approvingly without taking her eyes off of William. Together they approached him.

Focused on his newspaper William barely sensed the women shuffling up to his table. He didn't notice them until the blonde addressed him, "Hi. Are you Mr. Alexander? I'm Jennie Garth and this is Shannen Doherty." "Hi," the brunette said and extended her hand. William was taken aback at the sudden attention toward him and found himself tongue-tied. His bewilderment that he was suddenly being addressed in a familiar way by someone whom he had never before met, was eclipsed only by the excitement in him that he easily recognized the two women as the two famous actresses from the show Beverly Hills 90210. A show he watched with some regularity for the two very reasons now standing in front of him. As taken aback as he was he still managed to keep a straight face while his mind raced to figure out a response to their sudden introduction. Was he "Mr. Alexander"?

Knowing not to deny them their assumption if he were to keep their sudden, but welcome company, he simply extended his hand and hesitantly responded, "Yes, I am. Nice to meet you." He figured the illusion could last seconds at best, but that even the briefest of interaction with his two celebrity infatuations would be well worth any potential humiliation and scorn.

He shook Shannen's hand and then Jennie's. His conscience told him that he should correct their misapprehension about his identity, but his instincts told him just to play the scene out a few more moments to see what might happen. From the information available to him he deduced that they had been told by someone to meet a "Mr. Alexander" here and that they did not know him beforehand, nor had they even seen him before. If it meant getting to spend even just a few moments in their company he was happy to play that role, even if it was less than completely honest. "Won't you sit down?" he offered to keep the momentum going. They took him up on his offer and sat down across from him next to each other.

Not knowing where he would have begun, he was relieved when Jennie took the lead in the conversation. Looking at him hesitantly she offered, "Can we just say that we're both huge fans of your movie. I can't tell you how many times we've both seen it. We're really flattered that you are considering us for your next project. We almost didn't believe our agents when they told us your people had called and asked for us." 

The pieces of the puzzle falling into place, William decided to risk it. Staying as calm as he could, he answered, "Thank you. I'm glad you liked my film. As I'm sure you know it's always important to follow the first success up with another one. So it's a really important project I'm working on now." He looked examiningly at the girls trying to gauge their reaction to his words. Their response would determine if the illusion had been broken. 

To his relief Shannen nodded eagerly, "Yes, that's so true. In this town all it takes is one failure and you're yesterday's news," she said, wanting to ingratiate herself with him. The way she responded made William realize that the girls were in fact the nervous ones, not him. He was a Hollywood bigshot and they were merely actresses desperately hoping for a part in his next movie.

Realizing this he adjusted his outward disposition and proceeded confidently, "Now of course, I've got a lot more interviews and auditions to do before I decide who gets the parts, but I'll certainly be sure to consider you both," he said, deliberately sounding dismissive and trying to set up his end game which he had now envisaged. 

Shannen and Jennie exchanged a nervous look and Jennie, with some hesitation, responded, "Well, we just want to make sure you know how much we really want to be in this movie. I mean, we're here and we're dedicated." She held his gaze firmly to make her point as clear as possible. 

William, feeling he was now in control of the conversation, responded, "I understand, but...I guess my biggest concern is what the two of you would bring to the project. As you both know I like to keep a low profile and stay out of the media limelight as much as possible. I value my anonymity. The two of you, on the other hand, seem to always be the focus of the media's attention, and not always for good things. And I'm just wondering if that kind of potentially disruptive attention is what would be best for the project."

Disheartened by his unkind words the girls were both visibly disappointed. William, seeing in them the reaction he had calculated, then went for it, "Ladies, what I'm saying is that you will have to show great commitment to the project if I am to take a chance with you. So the question is: How committed are you?" The girls shared a glance and sat motionless for a few moments, absorbing his words. They had little doubt about what he was saying. William almost couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. He was almost saying everything per instinct and was surprised at how well his little fib was turning out for him.

After pondering his words for a few moments Shannen made up her mind. She inched forward in her seat, put her arms onto the table and leaned in to William. Looking assuredly into his eyes she said, "I'm VERY committed." She held his gaze long enough to make sure he understood. He nodded approvingly at Shannen and turned his eyes to Jennie. 

Being nervous and feeling his questioning eyes on her she looked up at him and, even though she hadn't yet fully made up her mind, nodded, "I'm committed too, Mr. Alexander." It wasn't until after she had spontaneously voiced her intent that she actually decided in her mind that she would follow through on it. To Jennie, this movie was too big an opportunity to pass up.

Fighting to keep a straight face William motioned to the waiter for the check. He couldn't believe his luck and the whole scenario still seemed surreal to him. But he wasn't about to reject the astonishing opportunity that had presented itself to him. Somewhat proud of himself for playing his cards just right, he payed the bill and addressed the girls, "Why don't we find a quiet place where we can discuss the project in closer detail?" 

"Okay, Mr. Alexander," the girls responded in unison. They got up from the table and headed for the door. He held it for them as they exited and hailed a cab when they got to the street. 

"To the nearest five star hotel," he told the driver. He figured he shouldn't risk their suspicion by taking them somewhere cheap, and that regardless of the cost this would be the best money he would ever spend.

After a few minutes they pulled up to a hotel. They entered together and, after getting a room, headed for the elevator. As they waited for the elevator the girls stood next to him. He put his hands around their waists and pulled them close. Jennie placed her hand in William's and squeezed approvingly. Shannen moved her hand to the inside of his thigh and gently pinched and fondled it. 

Jennie and Shannen were doing this for their careers, but it wasn't their only motivation. They would both have to admit an attraction to Mr. Alexander who, unlike most other Hollywood producers and directors, was relatively young and in shape. They could think of a lot of things worse than spending a few hours in his company. To Shannen and Jennie the pros of the situation far outweighed the cons and they were happy to show Mr. Alexander a good time in exchange for a significant career boost.

The elevator door opened and the three stepped inside. William pressed the button that would take the elevator to the right floor and stepped back in between the girls. They stood silently as the elevator began it's ascent. After a few moments Shannen again slipped her hand onto his thigh. Diligently caressing him she slowly slid her hand up to his crotch. She felt his soft member inside of his pants. "Oh" she exclaimed, shooting him an admiring look without elaborating on what had surprised her. She gave it a quick squeeze and again moved her hand down onto his thigh. Jennie, being a little more reserved than Shannen, started slower. She turned toward him, put one hand on his back and the other on his stomach, and held him. She tiptoed and breathed warmly in his ear, taking in the feeling of his hip against her stomach. The sensuality of their intimacy spread from her stomach downward and she could feel herself getting warm. 

William was far from unaffected by the girls' gentle treatment. He was getting incredibly turned on by the two sexy actresses fondling him and his cock soon started growing in his shorts. Shannen's hand again moved up to his rod and firmly rubbed the length of the shaft now growing down his pant leg. With her other hand she grabbed his right ass cheek and softly squeezed it. William could feel Jennie's hot breath on his ear as she pushed herself against him. She closed her eyes, gave a slight whimper, and wrapped her lips around his earlobe. The sensation of Jennie's gentle sucking and Shannen feeling up his cock made him hum with pleasure. Jennie sighed longingly into his ear and Shannen leaned in and brushed her lips against his neck, teasing the skin with the tip of her tongue while her hand squeezed his hardening cock through the shorts.

The elevator gave a ring and the door opened, bringing the threesome back to reality. They gathered their composure and exited the elevator. Undisturbed, they arrived at the door to their room and as William fidgeted with the card to unlock the door Jennie and Shannen let their hands wander all over his body. As quickly as he could he unlocked and opened the door, pulled the girls inside, and closed the door behind them. Overcome with lust he pulled Shannen close and planted his lips on hers and kissed her passionately. Her lips aggressively pursued his mouth and their tongues played with each other. He grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands and pulled her in as close as he could. In the midst of his lusty embrace with Shannen he could feel Jennie's hand from behind move from his chest down over his stomach, down onto the Khaki fabric covering his now rock hard cock aching to be released. Jennie pinched the engorged head between her thumb and index finger and traced her fingers along the shaft to the base, her face showing a look of surprise as she realized how big it was.

Jennie grabbed his shirt and William broke his and Shannen's kiss, released his grip on her ass and raised his arms up for Jennie to pull the shirt off his torso. Zealously Shannen grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his head down for her to again reach his lips with hers, and they again embraced eagerly. Jennie used her tongue and lips on his back and shoulders, and teasingly bit his skin. Longing to see her naked, William broke his kiss with Shannen and grabbed her dress and slowly pulled it over her head. The only thing she had on underneath was a pair of small panties. He cupped her breasts in his hands and leaned down and hungrily sucked the nipples one at a time. As he kissed and sucked on her tits Shannen arched her back and pushed her chest forward giving him the best possible access. Her nipples hardened under his eager treatment making her moan with pleasure. "Suck my tits, baby. They need it bad," she said, admiring his mouth and tongue hard at work. 

Jennie moved her hand to the fly and deftly unbuttoned the shorts. She slowly unzipped the fly, moved her hand inside, and took hold around the hard shaft. The blonde actress moved her fist slowly up and down on his cock, as much as the tight fabric would allow. William closed his eyes and leaned his head back in ecstasy. Holding his dick with one hand she pushed his shorts down with the other. They fell to the floor and he kicked them aside. Shannen leaned her head into his chest and planted her lips. She kissed her way down his chest and abdomen and sat down on her knees in front of him. His thick rod stood straight up, waiting to be serviced. She licked her lips and took a deep breath. Jennie stood by his side with one hand around his waist and holding his cock with the other. She tightened her grip and slowly began to rhythmically raise and lower her hand. As she stroked him she looked him in the eyes and smiled, gently biting her lip. William moved his hand under her dress and onto her ass. Feeling her thin panties he slid his fingers inside the waistband and cupped her ass. He moved his hand back and forth from one ass cheek to the other, kneading them gently one at a time. Knowing it was only a warm-up, she patiently jerked him up and down with slow precision. "Do you like my ass, sweetie?" Jennie cooed at him. "It's all yours tonight." 

Jennie slowed her stroking to a stop and angled it down for Shannen to be able to reach it with her mouth. Shannen grabbed his buttocks with both hands and moved her mouth over the cock-head and closed her lips tightly around the sensitive helmet. She closed her eyes and gave a soft moan as she moved her tongue onto the underside of the head and slid her lips slowly down over the ridge and onto the shaft. The warm soft sensation of her mouth overwhelmed William making him groan loudly. His chest heaved and his wide open eyes fixated on Shannen's face as she sucked his cock into her mouth. She moved her lips down his rod until they reached Jennie's hand and held there while she caressed his cock with her tongue. She then moved her head up again, dragging her lips thoroughly over the sensitive skin, back onto the cock-head. She sucked to the tip until her lips came off it. She stuck out her tongue and moved it teasingly back and forth across the head. She looked up at him and saw the amazed look on William's face as he watched the brunette actress fellate him. 

Again her mouth covered his cock and she started rhythmically sliding her lips up and down the shaft, while using her tongue to caress the underside of the shaft and head. Her cheeks folded in with her sucking motions, her lips a perfect 'O' around the thick shaft. Moving her mouth up and down his cock Shannen moaned with lust, her saliva coating the skin. With one hand still on Jennie's ass William moved the other to the back of Shannen's head. Holding it there gently without applying pressure he enjoyed the warmth of her hair against the palm of his hand. His eyes closed, he listened to the gentle sucking sounds from below, interspersed with horny moans from the brunette actress. Jennie released her grip on his shaft and grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in close. With open mouth and a muzzled whine she planted her lips on his and kissed him intensely taking bites out of him with her lips. Shannen moved one hand from his ass to the back of his leg and the other hand to the base of the shaft, taking over where Jennie had left off. She never broke stride in her sucking. Her head steadily nodded up and down, her lips stretched tightly around the shaft.

From deep in her mouth she sucked him hard all the way from the balls to the tip and slipped her mouth off his cock to catch her breath, making a kissing sound as her pursed lips left the head. She slowly moved her hand up and down the full length of his cock. "Oh my God, Shannen. I never knew you'd look so beautiful with a hard cock in your mouth," Jennie praised, while Shannen's warm mouth serviced his member. Looking admiringly at his large cock she loosened her grip around the shaft and softly let her fingers caress the skin in up and down motions, the tingling sensation sending shivers through his cock. With the palm of her hand she pushed the thick rod against his abdomen and moved her mouth to his balls and locked her soft lips around them, one at a time. Sucking gently on them she knew the effect it would have on him. The ecstatic sensations from his balls made him instinctively turn his head down to watch Shannen's mouth on his sack. His groans of ecstasy almost turned into slight whimpers through his heavy panting. 

"You like that, huh?" Jennie purred into his ear. "You like it when she sucks your balls? Well, you're going to love it even more when I do it. You just wait." With a grin she turned her head down and joined him in admiring Shannen's work. Jennie moved her hand down and edged Shannen's hand off his cock and again took hold of it herself. She started jerking him off with some speed, while Shannen was still sucking on his balls. 

"Your cock feels so good in my hand," Jennie said, her mouth erotically open, her eyes never removed from his rod. Her warm blonde hair grazed and tingled his face as she wanked him with fast and even strokes, her hand almost looking too small on his cock to be able to handle it, but managing nonetheless. Euphoric and having to take a deep breath to even be capable of speaking, he gasped to the girls, "You keep this up for much longer and I'm gonna cum like a madman real soon." 



Shannen took her mouth off his balls, and sporting a big smile, responded, "Don't hold back on my account, honey. I'm ready for whatever you've got." 

"Yeah go on, shoot your load. I want to see your cum splash her face," Jennie urged. Alerted of his imminent orgasm she tightened her grip even more around his cock. With quick motions her fist pumped up and down from base to head. The warm tight friction on his cock and balls sent him to the edge of orgasm, and the sight of the two beautiful actresses, sent him over the it. He let out a long cry as his cock started pulsing and let loose streams of hot white liquid. Shannen obediently leaned her head back and opened her mouth to catch what was coming. Thick ropes of cum shot out of his cock onto Shannen's face and Jennie's hand. Shannen giggled with delight as his juices settled in her hair and on her face. Jennie knew to slow down her jerking when he was cumming, and angled his cock down so it pointed straight at Shannen's mouth. He dispensed more of his cream straight into her mouth and she pushed out her jaw to keep it from spilling. His cumming finally slowed to a stop and William let out a long satisfied groan. 




Jennie & Shannen's Impression



Shannen closed her mouth and swallowed, taking down everything she had caught with a horny look on her face. Jennie wiped the jizz on her hand off on his cock and masturbated him gently up and down a few times, smearing the cum all over his cock. Jennie looked at him with admiring eyes and said, "Your cum is so beautiful. You promise you'll do that to me too?" 

William broke an exhausted smile and replied, "Yes, baby...Yes." "Good," she said, kissing him gently on the shoulder. She extended her hand to Shannen to help her up. She took it and got to her feet, cum still flowing down her face. Together they tip-toed into the bathroom.

Still on a high William staggered to the king-size bed in the middle of the room and sat down on the end of it with a sigh. For the first time since entering the room he took the time to look around. It was the kind of swanky room one would expect in a five star hotel. The whole room was larger than his own apartment and filled with lavish furniture, most significantly the bed he was sitting on. For a brief moment he realized how big a chunk this room was taking out of his paycheck, but decided not to worry about it now. He was about to have the greatest fuck of his life with Jennie Garth and Shannen Doherty, and he knew he wanted to go through with it no matter what the consequences would be.

After a few minutes the door to the bathroom opened and the girls exited, now cum-free, and pranced toward him with sly smiles. Jennie was still in her summer dress and Shannen only in her panties. "Hello again, good sir," Jennie teased to her own amusement and sat down next to him. 

"Oh, look. We forgot to clean him up," Shannen said with a grin, pointing to his now limp dick still wet with the cum Jennie had smeared on it. Without waiting for a response she leaned down and, without using her hands, angled her mouth around the cock down to the base. She wrapped her lips tightly around the shaft and moved her mouth back until her lips came off the tip with a slurping sound, leaving him clean. "There you go," Shannen said, happy with her own helpfulness.

William again looked around the room and noticed a refrigerator. "You girls want a drink?" he asked as he got to his feet. "Sure" the girls responded. He opened the door and found the bottle of champagne he was hoping would be there. He took three glasses and went back to the bed. The girls had moved up to the head of the bed and now sat leaning against the large fabric-covered headboard with space between them. 

"Come here," Jennie urged, invitingly patting the bed-linen between her and Shannen. William crawled up onto the bed and sat down between them with the glasses in one hand and the champagne bottle in the other. He gave a glass each to the girls and placed the bottle between his legs for support. Effortlessly he popped the cork sending it flying into the air. "Uuh, well done," Jennie said with a smile, eagerly seizing the opportunity to compliment him. 

"He can make other things fly from between his legs too," Shannen teased and nudged him with her elbow. "Are you going to give us something to drink? From the bottle, that is..." Shannen again teased. 

"Sure" William said and poured glasses for all three of them. "Cheers," he said and they clinked their glasses and sipped the champagne. 

Shannen looked at Jennie. "Don't you feel a little overdressed?" she said with a smile. 

"Oh, you're right," Jennie giggled, looking down at her dress. She put her glass on the night table next to the bed and sat up on her knees. "Are you sure you want to see me naked?" she asked William, making sure she had his attention and wanting his desire for her to grow even more before she undressed. "You have no idea," he responded. Satisfied with his answer and wanting to reward him for it she took hold of the bottom of her dress and slowly lifted it up. Motionlessly transfixed William stared at the sexy blonde actress revealing herself to him. Her disappearing dress exposed her high cut panties and her toned flat stomach. The amazing sight of Jennie undressing in front of him shot straight down to his crotch and his cock started hardening again.

Jennie moved her dress over her head and as her arms went down by her side her naked breasts settled beautifully. Her small, but exquisitely shaped tits donned hard nipples revealing her lust for his big cock now growing just for her. Her soft toned thighs complimented the rest of her body perfectly. William moved his eyes from her tits down over her stomach and settled on her panties. The look of the sexy mound in her panties made him ache with lust. "God, I wanna fuck you so badly," he gasped staring at her hidden treasure. Jennie opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off by Shannen.

"Now now, all in good time," she declared, feeling neglected by all of his erotic attention being aimed at Jennie. 

Shannen moved her hand to his abdomen and slowly slid it down into his pubes, enjoying how they tickled her fingers. "Why don't you lean back and let us show you a good time first?" Knowing what awaited him, William obediently lay down on his back, resting his head on a large pillow. Shannen moved down the bed and positioned herself on her knees by his fully erect cock. 

"Are you coming?" she challenged Jennie. Jennie lit a smile at Shannen's idea and moved down and positioned herself on the other side of the cock. The look of Shannen Doherty and Jennie Garth leaning over him and wetting their lips as they prepared to service him made his heart race with anticipation. 

Jennie gently slid her fingers around his cock and moved her hand up and down the shaft, dragging the skin and making sure he was hard and ready for her mouth. With one hand around the base of the shaft she brought her head slowly forward to his erection. He could feel her warm breath on his cock. She softly touched the tip of the head with her lips. She looked up into his eyes and locked her lips around the cock-head. While using her tongue to apply pressure on the tip of the head, she pushed her lips down over the ridge onto the shaft and then back up again. Repeating the motion she this time slid her lips farther down the shaft and increased the intensity of her sucking. Developing a rhythm she started bobbing her head steadily up and down on his stiff rod. William could only gasp and moan in pleasure as she fellated him swiftly in and out of her warm mouth, occasionally grazing him with her teeth, just tenderly enough to increase his pleasure rather than hurt him. 

With a slurping sound she dragged her pouting lips off his cock and gave it another slow tight jerk with her hand, squeezing it more than wanking it. While Jennie held his cock Shannen leaned her head in and dripped a little spit onto the cockhead and moved it around with her tongue, wetting the sensitive helmet even more. She put her mouth over his cock and thoroughly sucked it up and down, rubbing the side of her cheeks with the head, making sure she licked and sucked every inch of his rod. She ran her fingers through her hair and hooked it over her ear and started running her mouth up and down his cock, her lips locked tightly around the shaft. 

Jennie slid her hand down onto his balls and gently massaged them while caressing Shannen's ass with the other hand. "She's got such a firm ass, Mr. Alexander. I'll bet you can't wait to slide your cock into it, can you?" Jennie challenged. William felt like telling her to call him by his first name, but realized he didn't know what it was supposed to be. So far they had only called him by his last name. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna fuck you both so hard," he resolved himself to simply answer, lest he would accidentally reveal something he wasn't supposed to. The less he said, the better, he figured. 

"It's my turn again, Shan," Jennie said softly, tapping Shannen on her shoulder. Shannen heeded Jennie's request and sat up, allowing Jennie to get back to William's awaiting erection. Jennie leaned in and slipped his cock back into her mouth. Holding her head still she suckled on the head while moving her tongue meticulously back and forth across the head. Shannen put her hands on his thigh and kneaded it erotically, enjoying the sight of Jennie blowing him. 

"Suck that cock, Jennie," she encouraged. "Take that thick cock all the way into your mouth. Make him shoot his load down your throat," she panted with lust, staring admiringly at his cock now glistening with the girls' saliva. Shannen put her hand onto the back of Jennie's head and slowly guided it downward. "All the way in, Jennie. Take it down your throat," Shannen demanded as she pushed her friend's head farther and farther down his cock. With her mouth full and her lips stretched around the shaft Jennie could only whimper and moan her response onto his hard pole.

Shannen pushed Jennie's head all the way down the shaft until the cockhead reached the back of her mouth. Jennie resisted Shannen's hand for a moment to relax her throat, and then let the thick cockhead penetrate her. As he slid down her throat, her lips eased down into his pubes, and she gave a content hum buzzing the tip of his cock just right. William could feel her breathing hard through her nose into his pubes as she let his cock settle in her throat. After a few moments she eased her head up again, never letting her tongue move off the backside of his cock. As her tongue ran up his rod providing warm pressure, her soft lips encircled his shaft for full effect. Passing the ridge of the head and reaching the tip she slipped her lips off the head with a slurp. She jerked him with her hand while laboring to catch her breath.

"There's nothing better than a big hard cock in your mouth, is there, Jennie?" Shannen asked. Jennie responded with a grin,

"If there is, I haven't tried it yet... Well, maybe a big hard cock in my pussy, but that's it." Both girls laughed at their banter before Jennie dutifully resumed her blowjob. Passionately engrossed in her cock-sucking pleasures, she didn't show any signs of letting Shannen have her turn, so Shannen moved up to William and planted her lips on his, sticking her tongue far into his mouth. They kissed with fervor, taking turns to take bites out of each other with their lips, as if it was a competition to see which one of the two wanted the other one's lips the most. 

Shannen pulled back slightly, and with her nose against his and her hot breath pulsating into his mouth, said, "I want you to eat my pussy. I want you to fuck me with your tongue. Will you do it?" Overwhelmed by the wet heated friction on his cock and his face, he could barely muster up a nod, but Shannen took his cue and lay down on her back to take off her panties. She lifted her ass off the bed and reached down and slid her panties down her thighs, revealing her small triangle of trimmed dark bush. She bent her knees to her chest and nudged the panties past her feet and off, William's admiring gaze fixated on her beautiful pussy. 

She got to her knees again and faced William in all her naked glory. Her ripe young body aching with lust she lifted her leg over his head and straddled him, her back to Jennie and his cock. She looked down into his eyes and lowered herself onto his mouth. William stuck out his tongue and eagerly tasted her pussy. He clamped his lips around her labia one at a time and ran his tongue back and forth across them, making occasional trips to her clit to massage it gently, only to move his tongue back onto her lips again. His nose buried in her pubes he took in deep breaths through his nose to savor her scent and enjoy how the hairs tickled his nostrils. He moaned his euphoria into her pussy and Shannen panted heavily, grabbing her own tits and pinching the nipples. "Eat that pussy, sweetie. Eat it good. Mmmm, yes," Shannen hummed as she grabbed his hair and pulled at it in an impossible attempt to pull him even closer to her pussy. Not hard enough for it to hurt him, but enough for her to feel like she controlled his movements. 

Jennie's long blonde hair was draped across William's thighs and tickled his skin warmly as she continued her blowjob. Her firm tits swayed with her movements as her lips ran shuttles up and down the shaft, her fist firmly around the base of his cock. With her eyes closed Jennie sucked energetically, her head bouncing rhythmically up and down. Making occasional stops to take him all the way down her throat again, she sucked lovingly, plunging up and down his cock, cooing with pleasure. 

Jennie paused her cock-sucking to catch her breath. She blew on the cockhead evaporating the saliva she had left on it. She put both her hands around the pole and jerked him slowly, making sure she applied pressure all over the cock. Looking at Shannen's ass she could see William's tongue working her pussylips, his hands firmly around her ass cheeks, his fingers digging into her skin. Leaving just one hand on the rod and using the other for support, she leaned in to Shannen's ass and gave one of her cheeks a good long lick. Surprised by the wet warmth on her skin Shannen turned her head and saw Jennie looking up at her with a cheeky smile. 

"Get a good taste, Jen?" Shannen asked. 

"You just looked like you needed it," Jennie responded and moved back to William's cock. 

"You're so considerate," Shannen grinned before turning her attention back to William. With a quick movement of her head Jennie tossed her hair to one side and dove down to continue her blowjob. She grabbed with her thumb and index finger around the shaft just below the head and put her mouth over the fleshy helmet, and moved her lips down to her fingers. She then slid her lips and fingers tightly up and down in tandem, her fingers applying pressure and her warm mouth sucking hard, producing loud rhythmic slobbering sounds.

Licking and sucking on Shannen's pussy, William could feel himself getting closer to orgasm as Jennie's vigorous blowjob brought ecstatic sensations to his cock. Grinding her pussy against his mouth harder and harder Shannen was also nearing climax. His diligent tongue-work soon paid off, as he could feel Shannen's pussy spasm and hear her heavily panted whines. "Fuck, yes! I'm gonna come, baby. I'm coming!" she cried enthusiastically. She wet his mouth with her juices as he methodically flicked his tongue across her clit while her orgasm flowed through her. Being already close to cumming, Shannen's orgasm and Jennie's deep-throating sent him past his breaking point.

Just as Jennie once again slid his cock down her throat, his dick started pulsing and shoot streams of cum into her. No swallowing was needed as she just kept her head still and allowed his load to shoot straight down her throat. In ecstasy he instinctively thrust his hips upward while cumming, pushing his cock as deep into Jennie's throat as it would go while depositing it's load in her stomach. His orgasmic moaning muffled by Shannen's heated pussy, and Jennie's whining stifled by the thick cock in her mouth, Shannen looked back at Jennie and goaded her on, "Yeah, swallow it, Jen. Drink it all." As thick ropes of cum shot into Jennie's mouth she drained William's cock completely, not letting a single drop spill. His cock's pulsing finally slowed and his creamy explosions subsided.

The threesome's moaning slowly abated. Jennie slowly dragged her lips off his cock, giving a heavy sigh as she released him. She gently squeezed the shaft while enjoying the feeling of his fresh cum in her stomach. Still reeling from her orgasm Shannen lifted one leg over William and dismounted him. Seeing his face wet with her juices she wiped his chin with her fingers and stuck them into his mouth, wordlessly instructing him to lick them dry which he obediently did. 

The girls lay down next to him, one on each side, and rested their heads on his chest. Eyes closed, they put their hands on his stomach and gently caressed the skin, enjoying the post-orgasm moment. His arms around them he could feel the weight of the girls' heads and their warm breaths on his chest.

After a few minutes of relaxation his mind started going where his cock had yet to. The thought of fucking the girls' pussies got him ready for another go. He moved his hands from the girls' shoulders down to their hips. The girls got the signal and turned their heads up and looked at him. "Are you ready for more?" Jennie purred. "Yeah" he responded. "I want you to do as I say." The girls nodded, still looking at him. "Kiss each other," he said. The girls looked at each other and smiled. Not minding his direction at all they wordlessly moved their heads in and let their lips meet in a lustful kiss. Shannen thrust her tongue onto Jennie's, while Jennie slid her hand onto Shannen's hips and gently kneaded her ass. 

Shannen broke the kiss and climbed over William and over to Jennie. She put her hand on Jennie's shoulder and pushed her down onto her back. Jennie obediently leaned back. Shannen moved her head in close to Jennie's until their noses touched, and held still for a moment, breathing warmly into Jennie's mouth. Shannen then moved downward to Jennie's chest. Using one hand for support she let the other fondle one breast while letting her tongue run across the nipple on the other. She closed her lips over the nipple and sucked hard while still using her tongue on it. Shannen then slowly moved further down while generously using her tongue on Jennie's ticklish skin. She traced it around her bellybutton and reached her panties.

"You want to do the honors?" Shannen offered to William and gestured at Jennie's panties. "With pleasure," he said and gently placed his hand on Jennie's stomach just below the bellybutton. He moved it downward onto her panties and let his fingers slide down between her legs, cupping her warm soft mound through the thin fabric. Feeling her warmth on his fingers he slid his thumbs inside the waistband and slowly pulled down. Going down her thighs the descending panties exposed her trimmed blonde bush. William continued to slide the panties all the way down over her feet and off. 

Admiring her naked friend Shannen was as taken by the vision in front of her as William was. "Isn't she beautiful?" she exclaimed as a statement more than as a question. She moved her head down to Jennie's knee and extended her tongue and slowly traced it up her thigh. Hungrily eyeing Jennie's pussy she kissed her way up her thigh and settled between her legs. Positioning her head over Jennie's stomach she pressed her nose into her abdomen and with her mouth slightly open let her lips graze the warm skin as she moved downward. 

Taking in her soft scent Shannen moved her lips down through Jennie's pubes, letting them tickle her sensually. Filled with lust and her eyes fixated on Shannen, Jennie said almost inaudibly, "Lick it, Shan. Lick my pussy." Shannen slowly stuck out her tongue and let it connect with the soft folds around Jennie's clit. At first she ran her tongue slowly over Jennie's pussylips, savoring her taste, but soon penetrated them, probing her clit. "Yes, that feels so good," Jennie moaned as Shannen gently flicked her tongue across her ultra-sensitive button. 

While tongueing Jennie's pussy Shannen's back curved sensually into her firm round ass in the air, sending irresistible invitations to William. Reaching out he traced his fingers over the curves of her ass and positioned himself behind her. Gently he nudged Shannen's calves with his knees, signaling to her to spread her legs and make room for him. Shannen moaned in anticipation of what was coming and obediently spread her legs. Her ass completely on display for him, his hard cock stood straight up aching to fuck the sexy actress. Putting one hand on her ass for control he grabbed the base of his cock with the other and angled it down for the cock-head to meet with her damp entrance.




Jennie & Shannen's Impression



He positioned his cock between her pussylips and pushed the head half way in, just enough for it to stay in place, and moved his now free hand to the other ass cheek. Briefly Shannen turned her head back at him, "Don't hold back, honey. I want it all. Fuck me good," she said before turning back to Jennie to resume eating her pussy.

"Don't worry," he said. With a firm grip on her ass he slowly leaned his hips into her. His thick cock-head parted her pussy-lips and slowly but firmly penetrated them. Her hot flesh enveloped his erection, the wet warmth around his cock making him groan with pleasure. He continued pushing until he was halfway in and held for a moment. Shannen's high-pitched moans came out muffled, her mouth buried in Jennie's pussy. He then eased himself out until the head again reached her pussylips. He slowly pushed himself in and out like that a few times, developing a rhythm and letting Shannen get used to his thickness.

Steadily he increased the speed of his pumping. He drove his cock deeper and deeper with every thrust until his movements eventually carried his hips all the way to her ass, giving rhythmic slapping sounds every time he buried his cock ball-deep in her pussy. "Fuck yes, fuck me!...you're so big!" Shannen cried deliriously. William continued slamming his thick rod into her, both of them moaning and grunting as they strove for orgasm. His hips slapping into her soft rounded rear, he pounded her mercilessly, giving her his full length. Reaching up he clenched a handful of her long dark hair while his other hand continued to steady her hips as he gave her the fucking of a lifetime. Pulling back firmly he lifted her head, making her grunt and arch as he repeatedly penetrated her with his big cock. 

His hand patted and squeezed her firm toned ass, completely at his mercy. "Harder. Fuck me harder!" Shannen panted, gritting her teeth as her eyes squeezed shut and her body bounced rhythmically back against his. Already exerting himself he was surprised at her demand, but was determined not to disappoint. He again gripped around her hips with both hands and picked up a frantic pace to satisfy her challenge, knowing well that he couldn't keep going at that speed for long. "Yes! That's it! Just like that!" she shrieked, her pussy-lips stretching to take his thick rod as he fucked her with frenzy in his eyes.

Jennie pinched her own nipples in ecstasy as Shannen fucked her with her tongue. She moved her ass against the bed trying to get Shannen to lick in just the right places. "Uuh, Shan...Eat my pussy. Eat it harder...Please!". Satisfying her request Shannen inserted two fingers in Jennie's pussy and finger-fucked her with quick rhythm while sucking on her labia. "Yes! Like that. Just like that, Shan! YES!" Jennie whined, her face grimacing with pleasure. William's hands slid from Shannen's waist to cup her breasts. He felt the firm mounds yield under his touch. She gasped, feeling the jolt of sensation through her whole body as her rock hard nipples were squeezed by his competent fingers. He continued his rhythmic pumping with intense concentration, his hands firmly around her hips, his eyes fixated on her ass. He let out rhythmic grunts as he pumped his stiff cock in and out of her wet pussy fitting like a glove around his thick shaft.

Shannen's licking and sucking inched Jennie closer and closer to ecstasy. Feeling an impending orgasm she instructed Shannen: "Lick my clit! Now... Yes...!" With her fingers buried deep in her pussy and her tongue on her clit, Shannen sent Jennie over the edge. "I'm coming! UHHNNNG!" Jennie cried as her pussy spasmed and she moaned her orgasm into the air. As Jennie's orgasm slowed Shannen pulled her head back and gently kissed her soft thighs. She pulled her fingers from her pussy and licked Jennie's juices off them. 

Having been on her knees for a while, Shannen's legs were starting to cramp up. She sat herself up against William and reached her hand around him onto his ass to stop his movements. "My legs are tired, baby," she said. He withdrew his cock from her pussy and Shannen lay down next to Jennie. 

Jennie got up and took her glass of champagne and poured the cool liquid over William's cock with a grin. "Your cock looks thirsty," she said to her own amusement. "But maybe it's thirsty for something other than champagne," she added. "When was the last time you fed that thing a real blonde?" 

"I think it's been a while, actually," William responded honestly, already looking forward to what was about to happen. 

Both sitting on their knees facing each other, Jennie reached out her hand and clenched her fist around his rock-hard cock still wet with Shannen's pussy-juices. While she moved her hand slowly up and down his cock her eyes travelled from his crotch over his stomach and chest up to his face. Shooting him a burning look she locked her eyes on his. With her mouth erotically open she shot him an almost pornographic look, confidently conveying her lust for him. Shannen was watching them intently. Lying on the bed she was fondling her own tits with one hand and masturbating her pussy with the other.

"You wanna fuck my blonde pussy?" Jennie said with a smirk, pulling at his cock. "You're gonna get to real soon, but first I wanna fuck you with my mouth again." He could only gasp in pleasure as she massaged the cockhead before leaning down and slipping him into her mouth. She pushed her lips against the tip of his cock, firmly sliding them over the bulbous head down onto the shaft, and then back up again. He groaned, feeling her tongue teasing his cockhead as she skillfully jerked the shaft with one hand and cupped his balls with the other.

She licked him up and down with the tip of her tongue, starting from the head and down to his balls and sucked on each one gently while methodically stroking his member. She then went back up and again covered the head with her mouth. Her head nodded up and down on his cock, sucking hard. Taking him deep, her cheeks hollowed, her vigorous blowjob producing loud slobbering sounds. 

Humming playfully and working her skillful tongue she sucked as hard as she could. She took her mouth off his erection, stuck out her tongue and slapped it a few times with the head of the cock while looking up into his eyes. She purred with pleasure and slid her mouth back on his dick. Her nipples hard from arousal, she moaned and sighed on his cock as it stretched her lips, filling her mouth completely. "Fuck, Jennie, you're incredible," he gasped, deeply admiring her blowjob skills. "Do you like my mouth?" she teased. "Do you want more of me?"

"Oh, yeah," William quickly replied. 

"Good, 'cause I've got something for you," she said. She lay down on her back and invitingly spread her legs. "Come get it."

William leaned his head down to her pussy and gave it a few quick licks, before sitting back up and positioning himself between her legs. He took his hard cock in his hand and slapped it against her thigh a few times while taking a moment to savor the taste of her pussy in his mouth and preparing to fuck her.

"Allow me," Shannen said. She sat up next to William and grabbed his cock. His manhood in Shannen's capable hands he leaned closer to Jennie, allowing his erection to reach her pussy.

Shannen aimed his pulsating member at Jennie's awaiting pussy. He felt the soft folds of her pussy on the head for a moment before he pressed himself into her warm entrance. Soft as petals, her pussylips spread easily as he slowly but firmly pushed his cock into her. Even knowing what was coming still wasn't enough to prepare her for his full girth, and she gave a startled yelp as she felt his size. Feeling every ridge and contour of his ample cock as it slipped into her, she soon adjusted and gave a throaty sigh of pleasure.

He felt her warm wet pussy embrace his cock as his shaft slowly went deep into her. When it was almost all the way in, Jennie hummed softly, "Yes, sweetie, give me your cock. Give me everything." He pressed all the way into her until his hips pushed against hers, his big cock filling her out completely. Squeezing and clenching his cock with her pussy, she closed her eyes and licked her lips as she massaged her pussy-walls with his wide shaft. "Oh, honey, I love your cock. I love your big cock inside of me," she purred. 

Pulling out again his shaft emerged from her wet pussy dragging the lips and glistening with her juices. He continued pulling out until his cock was half way out of her, and then pushed back in again, filling her perfectly.

Moving in and out of her, he developed a rhythm, lifting himself off of her until his cock-head almost passed her pussylips, and then plunging down again, eliciting quick whimpers from Jennie every time he penetrated her. As she was bounced up and down the bed by his weight, her pert young tits bounced beautifully along with her long blonde hair which she had tossed to one side of her head and now gracefully draped the bed. "God, you're so beautiful," he spontaneously declared, mesmerized by her beauty. Breathing heavily she held his gaze with tender eyes as he vigorously fucked her tight young pussy.

Biting her lip in pleasure, she ground her hips against him as much as she was able to under his weight, their pubic hair pressing together on every thrust into her. "Harder..harder..." she moaned, almost as much to herself as to him. Pressed down on the bed, Jennie moaned as she felt his hot, hard erection sliding into her again and again. Able to pick out every thrust she felt the insistency of his swollen cockhead stretching her walls and sliding deep into her tight body over and over. Pressing her thighs against the soft sheets, his weight pinned her down just right, his full length pistoning in and out of her. 

They were both breathing heavily as they fucked, their bodies damp with sweat. The speed and tenacity of the friction in her pussy soon sent Jennie hurtling into orgasm. Grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him close, she bit into his shoulder and with muffled cries announced her climax: "Oh, God, yes, I'm coming, I'M COMING!!" Her eyes tightly closed in a pleasurable grimace her laboured panting gradually grew louder until she gave off rhythmic high pitched whines as her orgasm coursed through her charged pussy. 

The pain in his shoulder from Jennie's teeth wasn't enough to distract William from the incredible friction on his cock from Jennie's pussy as it spasmed tightly around him. He continued to drill into her and moments after Jennie coming down from her high, William was sent into his. With a feral cry he pulled their sweaty bodies apart and pulled his cock out of her blazing hot pussy just as it started it's uncontrollable pulsing and let loose stream after stream of piping hot cream onto Jennie's heaving body. Long expanding ropes of cum gushed from his thick feverish cock, the first landing across her tits. Startled by the hot liquid suddenly coating her tits she showed a surprised look on her face, partially opening her mouth. The second shot went across her lips, now slightly apart, and into her mouth. Thick rhythmic blasts vehemently showered her stomach and tits before the power of his orgasm finally abated and his finishing sluggish splashes of cum settled in her pubic hair. 

Groaning heavily with every exhale he labored to catch his breath as he slowly came down from his glorious high. Shannen leaned in and grabbed around the base of his cock and with a clenched fist squeezed it upward. Covering his post-orgasmic hypersensitive cockhead with her mouth she carefully lapped up every drop of cum she could wring from it. With a sucking slurp his spent cock again left her mouth.

Exhausted, William and Shannen collapsed onto the bed next to Jennie and wordlessly savored the post-orgasm lull. Shannen ran two fingers through the copious amounts of cum on Jennie's stomach and held them up to Jennie's mouth. Jennie grabbed Shannen's wrist, engulfed her fingers with her lips, and hungrily swallowed her offering.

"Fuck, that was amazing," William exclaimed, still in disbelief of the incredible sex he had just experienced with the two actresses lying next to him.

"Oh, yeah," the girls responded in unison, looking at each other with a broad grin.

All that was left for William now was to decide whether he should give them a fake phone number or just promise to call them. Then again, he figured: This was supposedly an audition. Maybe if the movie encountered some unforeseen difficulties it would have to be postponed for a couple of months. Which would leave time for callbacks...



Jennie and the Handyman



Her glancing at the paper that early Tuesday, second cup of coffee in hand, was what finally moved Jennie Allen to do something about her 'old house." It wasn't exactly that she had 'let it go', as people tend to say. It's just that she normally never thought about having things done. 

Old habits died hard; she was aware of that. The whole realm of dealing with house items, and needs was one of her Andy's main pleasures. She thought of the many, many times that she would scold him about working so hard at his practice and then working so hard around the house.

Andy Allen, Dr. Andrew Allen to be precise, was a proud and stubborn man. He loved being a children's doctor as much as he loved puttering around with their 'old house'. It fell to Jennie to be the 'grounds, plants, and shrubs' lady, and she took that job seriously. 

As the years went by they had aged comfortably together until that terrible, terrible day, when the policeman at the door had stolen her heart and her youth and her love, telling her of the accident and Andy's death. 

The years since then had been the difficult ones. Jennie struggled; she struggled constantly, since it seemed that everything became such a task suddenly. It was as though life had become leaden somehow, and simply weighed her down.

She never neglected the way she looked but it was never a priority afterwards. She looked into her drawer of fancy underwear, one day and simply thought that all those frilly, lacy, sexy things that Andy loved to see her wear, were silly for an older lady. She put them away in a box in the closet. She associated them too closely with Andy's memory to toss them out. So, in the closet they stayed.

For herself alone she went to common, but still what she thought was pretty, kinds of underwear. Not flashy, not breathtaking but pretty colors and fabrics. It was only important to her still because it had always been important to him.

There were those kinds of things that she invariably got around to. Her clothes were more sensible than fetching. She saw herself settling into the mode of an aging widow. Friends took her to task about that kind of mind set at only 38 but to her it fit. Her Andy was gone and she had no further expectations for such things.

One of the areas where she was displeased with herself, however, was the house, Andy's 'old house'. She loved it, of course, as much as he had but she hadn't the same instincts for keeping it up, tending to it, fixing it, seeing it in repair, as he had.

But she did notice the fact that the outside was getting a bit shabby. It no longer was the spectacular brick beauty with the brilliant white trim that it had once been. And even she began to notice that.

Over a time period she said to herself periodically: 

"I really have to get that taken care of, and soon."

But for Jennie 'soon' didn't come right away. It was almost as if the lovely old house being a bit shabby around the edges matched her own personality, outlook and physical appearance exactly. 

To herself she quipped:

"She's an old babe like me, and we're being weathered together."

Then she glanced at the paper that Tuesday and she noticed an advertisement in the local about a handyman to do any kind of work around. That in itself was not particularly outstanding but the fact that the handyman's name was John Stewart did catch her eye.

"I wonder if that's Johnnie Stewart from over on Finder's Lane," she asked herself.

She used to baby sit for Johnnie Stewart, when she was a middle teen. Her baby sitting for him went on for a number of years, when she was in high school.

She determined to call and see if it was that particular Johnnie Stewart.

The call turned out to be a treat. He said a loud and happy:

"Mrs. Allen! Mrs. Dr. Allen! What a treat to hear from you."

"I understand from the paper that you've set up a kind of handyman's business, Johnnie," she said.

"Yes," he answered, "I've just begun and am trying to drum up some business."

"Well," she answered, "I'll be one of your first customers then."

"Mrs. Allen, what a treat that'll be. Tell me when's a good time for me to see you?" he said enthusiastically

"Any time, sweetie," she said, lapsing into her old ways of dealing with him from those years ago, when she tried, often vainly, to curb his enthusiasm, while baby sitting.

"Still living in that lovely old brick beauty," he asked.

"Yes," she said, "Still living in Dr. Andy's love!"

"Well," he said, his voice obviously pleased, "I'll be right over."

"I'm afraid you'll find me dirty," she said, "I've been in the garden this morning and haven't cleaned off the dirt yet."

"Seeing you any way at all will be a treat, Mrs. Allen," he said.

"Jennie, please," she said.

"Jennie it is then," were his words, as he rang off the phone.

She made herself a cup of tea, after cleaning a bit and while she waited for him to arrive. He wasn't very long in getting there at all. 

Jennie was smiling as soon as the doorbell rang. She hurried to the door to let him in, and had a hug for him, as he came into the house.

"My what a lovely man you've become, Johhnie," she said to him and then quickly:

"I guess I should apologize; one doesn't call a man 'lovely' these days, I suppose!"

"You certainly can call me that!" he said with a big grin on his face. "It's such a marvelous treat to see you, Mrs. . . .uh Jennie!"

"It had better be 'Jennie', young man!" she said with mock severity. She went on then:

"But tell me what have you been doing with yourself?"

"Well, I realized after a year of college that it wasn't what I wanted. I so love working with my hands. I decided that maybe the service would help me out, so I've spent the past12 years doing tours of duty with the Marines."

"My, my," she said wistfully, "I used to baby sit him and he turns out to be a hero!"

"Hardly a hero," he protested.

She held up a hand and said: 

"No, no, Johnnie, you are all heroes to me; that's simply a fact!"

"Thank you for that," he said. Then:

"But anyway, I've mustered out and decided against another tour, so I came to the home town and decided to begin doing what I love the best. Now I'm the handyman, Johnnie the Handyman."

"And a good one I'll bet," was her comment.

"Well, that remains to be seen, Mrs. . . .Jennie!" he said.

"Hard to get used to?" she asked softly.

"Very," he said. "You have always been Dr Andy's wife in my mind."

"Yes, yes, I know," she said wistfully.

"And a wonderful thing it was to be," he went on, "Everyone thought that."

"Oh, Johnnie Steward, don't you make me cry now!" she said, dabbing her eyes.

"Sorry, Jennie," he said, putting his hand over hers.

Jennie sniffed and said:

"Well, let's look the old gal over and see what she needs."

He laughed suddenly a very rich laugh. He immediately apologized to her:

"Sorry, Jennie," he said, "That was impolite!"

But she was already grinning at that point and said:

"Well I was referring to the house!"

They ended both of them laughing about it.

They looked the house over and he indicated that it wasn't in bad shape but should be 'seen to' very soon. He mentioned tuck pointing and also said the wood trim needed to be painted, and in places scraped right away, as the first part of the job.

"There might be other things that we see need to be done but those things stand out right away. Shall I give you an estimate?"

"You just show up and begin to do the job, whether I'm here or not," she said. "You can tell me, when you get here about how much you think it's going to cost."

"Fair enough, Jennie," he said. "I'll likely be back tomorrow to begin with the windows and such. I'll start with the second floor windows in the back and do the uppers first; they'll be the more difficult ones."

"Fine," she said, "I might be out tomorrow, since it's my shopping morning. So, please just begin and I'll catch up with you, when I'm around."

"You've got it, Mrs A," he said and then a quick: "Oops! I mean, Jennie!" he grinned a huge winning smile at her, when he said this and, when he left she was smiling too.

"What a treat!" she said to herself, "To have old friends like that back in my life. What a lift!"

She then began laughing, when she thought of the wayward remark about 'looking the old gal over and seeing what she needs!'

"Old gal, indeed!" she said, "You should be ashamed of yourself, Johnnie Stewart!"

But then she sighed and said: "Come on, Jen, 'old gal' fits you to a tee these days."

After some reflection she said a soft:

"Yes, I guess it does."

The next day, Jennie was out early for her shopping. She liked to get to the big super market before there was a crowd out and shopping. She lingered just a little bit over the things that she wanted. As was her sometimes practice, she'd gotten up, combed her hair, cleaned her teeth, put on a pair of old jeans and a tee shirt and, after one cup of coffee, was off to the market. It was a routine that she used to get her up and going early. She always gave herself a lovely hot shower or a bath, when she got back.

When she got back to the house, Johnnie was already setting up his ladder and they waved. He seemed busy, so she decided that she'd wait and invite him for some coffee after a bit. She bought some croissants and a few apple fritters, to tempt him with. She got her things put away and, with another cup of coffee in hand, went upstairs.

At the very end of the hall way was the bathroom. It was a huge thing, a room which she really loved, and knew that it was one of Andy's favorites. Originally, the bathroom had a door from the landing and one from the big bedroom. They had changed that and now you got into the bathroom, a master bath, from their bedroom.

Jennie followed her normal practice of shedding her clothes in the bathroom. She took with her a clean pair of panties, pearl white, nylon. They were the 'full to the waist' kind. Some people referred to them as 'grannies', sarcastically, but Jennie didn't care much about what folks would say. She liked things like that to be pretty and saw no need at all for sexy.

The shower felt good, and she lingered in it. She did he hair and dried it. The noise of the dryer drowned out all the outside noises. This was a lovely, relaxing time for Jennie and she always gave herself up to it with a sensualness that she often felt was selfish.

"But it's my one true pleasure!" she said, and that was true. Jennie had never been one for masturbation, so she 'played with herself' only seldom, when the sexual pressure built up in her and she felt that she needed 'release'. 

She hummed to herself as she finished with the hair dryer and put it away. She pulled the panties into place, having still the vanity to look at herself in the mirror. 

Then she laughed and said: "Maybe 'the old gal' doesn't need all that much anyhow!"

Then she lectured herself: "Now, Jennie Allen, don't you go getting school girl notions in that head of yours."

She was almost talking to herself out loud and didn't notice or hear the noise that Johnnie was making. For he'd finished the first window and was now working on the window to her bedroom.

It happened, as soon as she stepped into the room. She was wearing only that pair of pearl white panties. They were nylon and fairly flimsy. The shadow of her rich dark pubic curls was clearly visible in front and the soft line of her butt crack was just as visible from behind.

As fate at that moment dictated, she'd forgotten something on the bathroom counter and turned, as soon as she entered the bedroom, to get it.

Johnnie Stewart almost fell off of his ladder, when, as he was scraping paint off of the window frame, he looked away from the scraping for an instant, just as Jennie entered the bedroom wearing only her panties. Then she turned to get whatever it was in the bathroom, having already treated Johnnie to a clear view, right through her almost transparent panties, of her pubic triangle, and just as clearly showed him her crack. She had in her hands a tee shirt and her bra.

They saw each other at the very same time, although they had very different reactions to what was taking place.

Johnnie got a major league grin on his face, as he was looking at the lovely, lovely woman in her underwear. Jennie simply dropped the bra and the tee shirt on the floor and pressed the back of her hand to her mouth, wide eyed with surprise.

They both moved then at the same time. He began to get down off of the ladder, and Jennie quickly grabbed her bra and tee shirt from the floor and a clean pair of jeans and retreated, blushing furiously, to the sanctuary of the bathroom.

"Oh, my!" she said out loud. "I forgot Johnnie totally. He's going to think that I did that on purpose. Damn, damn!"

She quickly dressed and went hurrying down stairs. Just as she got into the kitchen, Johnnie was knocking on the back door.

She opened the door and he said, a grin on his face:

"My, you look different."

"Oh, Johnnie," she said, "I owe you such an apology; I forgot, silly woman that I am, totally that you were working on those windows. I know that you told me but I was lolly gagging in the bathroom and taking my good old time and ended up . . .ended up, I guess, flashing is what they call it."

Johnnie laughed and said:

"Yep, Mrs. A, uh, Jennnie, that's what they call it."

Then he too was serious and said:

"Sorry that I was looking in the window just then; I really wasn't trying to invade your privacy."

"Johnnie, I'm not blaming you. I'm just a addle headed old woman!" 

There were tears in her eyes then, and she wasn't sure exactly why. Thoughts swept through her mind, making her wonder if the tears were because she liked it, or she was upset that he'd seen her undressed or what. She guessed that it was the latter that was effecting her right then.

"Hey," he said, "No harm, no foul! It was the nicest thing that I've seen in a year of Sundays!"

"Johnnie Stewart," she said severely, but blushing all the while, "Don't you dare give me that blarney! You just got flashed by old Mrs. Allen, and I'll mind myself in the future and make sure that I behave."

He snorted!

It made her turn around and look at him.

He said, smiling, "I'll go back and finish that window, since the coast is clear!"

She shook her finger at him saying: "Johnnie Stewart, don't you play the fool with me!"

"Gorgeous!" he said softly. "Gorgeous is what I say!"

Then there was a deep silence; one that neither one of them seemed ready to break.

Finally he smiled then and walked to the door that led outside.

Jennie ceased her blushing finally and said to him:

"I'll have coffee and some goodies ready in about a half hour. Will that suit you?"

"Exactly, pretty lady!" he said.

"Johnnie Stewart!" she said sharply, and he left the kitchen laughing merrily.

"Scamp!' she said, shaking her head, and then realized that she was smiling also. 

She stopped in her progress and leaned against the kitchen counter and said:

"Oh, Andy, he said gorgeous. He said gorgeous!"

She pushed it out of her mind and went back to the task of fixing coffee for them. 

She was ready for him at about the time that she had said. She knew that she should say or do something to lighten the mood, which the accident had created.

She went out to where he was working on the ladder and said:

"Coffee time, Johnnie! You can come in now, I've got my pants on!"

He laughed and hung onto the ladder and said:

"Maybe I don't want to come then."

"Johnnie Stewart!" she said in a threatening voice.

He laughed again and said to her, looking down from his vantage point:

"I'd do almost anything to hear you bark out my name with such authority!"

"You are a devil, Johnnie Stewart!" she said, smiling back at him.

"It's the Marine in me, Mrs A, Jennie," he said.

"Well leave the Marine in you on the ladder and come into the kitchen for coffee and a roll."

"Yes, ma'am," he said actually saluting her.

"Johnnie!" she said in a threatening voice.

"I'm coming now," he said, still chuckling. 

They sat down companionably and had the morning coffee that she'd prepared and the goodies that she bought at the store.

"This is a treat, Jennie," he said, and then, grinning began to say: "Almost as big a treat as . . ."

"Don't you dare!" she shot back at him, turning red.

"Gee, I'd do it, just to watch you blush!" he said. "It makes the prettiness that much more alive!"

"Johnnie, don't talk the fool," she said next, light heartedly.

He looked at her then, and with a straight face, making it obvious that he wasn't joking now said to her:

"I swear to you that I'm only telling the truth!"

She blushed again then, and he said a loud:

"Aha!"

"Don't you 'aha' me, Johnnie Stewart," she said, but feebly now and she stopped once she'd said it.

He was looking at her with a kind of question mark on his face, waiting for what she was going to say next.

She said simply: "Thank you!"

He reached out his hand and put his hand over hers, a gesture to make her embarrassment less and comfort her.

"You're welcome," he said, "I'm a man who simply tells the truth."

She looked at him wistfully and said:

"Then it's a truth that I haven't faced or been reminded of for a long, long time!"

Her voice echoed with a kind of pain that he recognized right away.

Leaving his hand on top of hers he said softly:

"Jennie, Dr. Andy was the luckiest man alive!"

"Was he?" she asked, making it an open, seeking question, all of the raillery between them now set aside. 

"On my honor as a Marine!" Johnnie said, "He surely was!"

"Oh," she said, sinking into herself a little bit, "I miss my old man. It's kind of less and less as the years go by. I know that. I . . . I just don't know if I know how to live any more."

Then she brushed tears away from her cheeks and said:

"I'm sorry, Johnnie, you're such good company, lifting a girl's spirits and I respond with this downer. I apologize."

"You also responded with the greatest show on earth this morning!" he said, getting up to go back to work.

"Johnnie Stewart!" she barked at him.

He was grinning at the door and said to her:

"Yes, ma'am, I'm going, I'm going."

"Impossible!" she said. Then she smiled and said a soft:

"Thank you so much for what you said and for allowing me my little sadness."

"What the lady wants is my duty!" he said, and said it earnestly enough that she believe him and just smiled.

"Lunch will be at noon," she said, "Any preferences?"

"After Marine corps food, if its on the plate, I eat it!" he said, and the both laughed as he went back to work. 

They had a very nice lunch. He appreciated the trouble that she took to cook for him, and said so. He also backed off on his kidding about the morning's 'flashing' incident, which she also appreciated.

He left that afternoon promising an early start tomorrow. She said she'd be ready for him, and blushed a bright scarlet, when she realized how it sounded.

He laughed and said quickly:

"Sorry! I promised myself that I was going to behave."

"I don't think you know how!" she said with a hoot.

He laughed again and said: "You might just be right, Jennie; only time will tell."

The rest of the day was a fairly restless one for her. She was pleased that she was having the needed things done on the house. She was also pleased to be in touch with Johnnie Stewart again. She liked him, his infectious good humor, his abundant smile and the loveliness of his manners, which shined through all of the good natured raillery that had been a part of the day.

"And it wouldn't have been so embarrassing," she said to herself severely, "If you had just been paying attention, instead of parading around like a floozy on a runway."




Jennie and the Handyman



That image broke up her lecture altogether.

"Floozy on a runway!" she repeated and began to laugh and laughed until there were tears trickling down her face. She had to sit down after a bit, she was that weak from laughing.

It was almost as if a mood was on her at that point. She kept up kind of jabbing at herself with the same kinds of words:

"We showed him!" she said, and giggled harder.

"Almost knocked him off the damn ladder!" she said next and fairly choked with laughter.

"Jennie Allen, get a hold of yourself," she said harshly but the demand faded into giggles almost as soon as she'd made it. 

"How about that for ingenuity," she crowed next, "There I was flashing a peeping tom on a ladder at my bedroom window."

"Jennie, stop it or you're gonna pee yourself," she said next and went to the kitchen to engage in some kind of chore to settle herself down.

After a bit, much calmer now, she reflected that indeed she'd not had this much fun for many and many a day-month-year!

"And I know you don't mind, Andy Old Man," she said softly. "Johnnie and I were just funning with each other."

"Yeah," came a voice from deep within her, "When you were parading in front of him in your undies!" That set her off laughing again. 

Then the waggish voice continued: "And what did you do, as soon as you saw him? You dropped your only cover, the tee shirt, on the damn floor and put your hand to your mouth."

She was laughing by the end of the thought. "What was I thinking?" she reflected.

"That's easy," came the taunting voice: "Well, here's Jennie!"

She had laughing fits again at that and decided to go out to fetch something for dinner, just to get her mind off of it. 

Jennie had long ago discovered that she could actually be good company for herself, when she allowed these kinds of personal dialogues to go on, sometimes in her head only and sometimes, like now partially out loud. 

But she was left, as she was driving out to fetch some kind of fast food dinner, with the nagging question, the one that all the foolishness had allowed her to avoid:

"How do you feel about what happened? Your accidentally showing yourself to him almost naked?"

The posed question hung there in mid air. She had actually asked herself the question, in order to make it more real, more of a demand. She allowed the silence to stretch on a bit and finally said softly, to the evening, to any spirits listening, and, more than half intentionally to the spirit of her Andy:

"I liked it! That's frightening but I liked it." 

After a brief pause, she asked: "Andy, what am I to do." 

And she had the feeling right away that for now there was nothing to do. She set the thoughts aside for the moment and simply went on with her errand of getting something to eat.

She opened a bottle of merlot with her fast food bonanza, to make it seem a little more ritzy. 

That entire evening Jennie was in an introspective mood. This was not unusual for her, only this time it was not brooding on the loss of Andy. This introspection was a kind of frightening brood on her whole day with Johnnie Stewart around. 

She didn't like the way that her thoughts were going, so she shut them off, shut them down and watched a favorite movie on the tv for entertainment.

It worked for her. She got absorbed in the movie and thought no more about the day's little mishap. At least she didn't think of it any more until it was almost time for her to go to bed. 

That night in the dark, in bed she did something that was unusual for her. She was in a mellow mood, and in the dark, giving it little forethought, she let her fingers creep across her stomach and to the waist band of her panties.

She hadn't worn a nightgown to bed, only the panties. She so rarely did this, allowed herself this kind of treat, that she was panting about it, almost from the very start.

The fingers of the invading hand crept down inside the waist band of her panties and across the plane of her stomach. They came to rest, she stopped them for a few seconds, just at the edge of her pubic hair. But she realized quickly that the stopping wasn't to halt the operation at all but only to let the anticipation build.

Then the fingers moved slowly lower and finally they were entwined in the curls of her pubic hair.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" she said and then she stopped for a long moment and gave utterance to the thought that was dominating her mind just then:

"He said 'gorgeous'; it's what he said!"

With those words, she worked her clever fingers into the wetness of her own pussy, past the pubic hair, past the lips, which seemed to be a bit swollen with the lust that had settled so heavily on Jennie right then. The fingers were exploring the inner crease of her vaginal lips, and Jennie had her head sunk into the pillow, her eyes closed and her head moving slowly from side to side making excited, soft noises.

She pushed another finger in to join the first one, and it create more of a fullness. 

"Oh this is what I need, this fullness, is what I need, need, need!" she moaned to herself, and with one finger sought and found the button of her clitoris and began to stimulate it.

It had been indeed a long time, since Jennie had allowed herself such a lovely sexual outlet as this, and she was sinking deep into the enjoyment of it, her hands doing the work of a phantom lover, and doing it well.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned to the night, to the shadows, to the dark and to the silent contents of her own now somewhat conflicted heart.

I felt nice but really it felt much more than just nice. It was almost like her spirit being tugged in a new direction, and the shades of the past seemed to be urging her in that new direction also. She fought those thoughts and simply concentrated on the educated fingers that were plundering her pussy and doing it so very well.

Then she knew what was coming and grabbed the pillow with her free hand, wrenching the hand from playing with her nipple and put the pillow over her face and simply bellowing her orgasm's force, simply hollered!

She calmed down then and said a long, heart felt:

"Whewwwwwwwwwwwwww!"

She lay her head back and said quietly: "I must do that more often!"

She thought about it, a smile wreathing her features and said as softly:

"Yep, more often!"

The little voice that was part of her inner dialogue so often spoke up then:

"Time to live Jennie!"

"Yes," was her simple reply, for she knew the truth of what had been expressed.

"And he'd want it, Jennie!" came next.

This also got the simple reply: "Yes," and fewer tears accompanied that realization than she might have thought, pushing her in the direction of thinking that maybe, after all it was time.

Then she had a notion. It was, she thought at first, a silly notion but the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to follow it out.

So, she was out of bed and at her closet in a few seconds, actually pleased to be padding around in the bedroom, even in the dark wearing, again, only panties. Without thinking, she cast a glance at the window half expecting or hoping for his face but of course it wasn't there. 

She went on with her task. Pulling the curtains closed, she wasn't ready to expose herself to the world just yet, she put on the light. Then she went downstairs, after thinking for a moment, and came back soon bearing a glass of merlot for herself.

Then it was into the closet, get the box from the back of the closet and set it on the bed. She opened the lid and there it was. There was her finery! All her sexy underwear. She was almost overwhelmed by the variety of fabrics and colors, shapes and kinds of garments.

She giggled. 

She sat on the bed then and thought a bit about the two things that she'd done. She loved the masturbation and how powerful it had been for her, and she was silly pleased with the possibility of wearing the sexy panties and sets again.

It even made her light headed. She finished her wine and lay down in bed, drifting off with lovely, sensuous thoughts. 

She made sure the next day that she didn't get caught in the same way. She took her shower early, and was dressed immediately afterwards. She went to the kitchen and backed cinnamon rolls to have something for Johnnie, when he came to work on the house.

She was smiling, as he drove up. As he got out of the truck with a sporty:

"Hi, Jennie!"

She greeted him: "Johnnie, good morning; I have a surprise for you!"

"Good," he said, with a wide grin on his face, "Which window shall I put the ladder up to?"

She squealed in positive delight, covering her mouth again with her hand.

"You are such a pleasure to tease!" he said. "I'm sorry, Jennie, what's the surprise?"

"Well, it's not what you were thinking it would be, you devil!"

He grinned at her.

"I have home made cinnamon rolls for us this morning!" she said proudly.

"Then good for us, almost as good as the bedroom follies, as viewed from a ladder outside of the window! The classic stance of the ever seeking peeping tom."

She was giggling wildly at what he was saying. 

"Stop it now, or you'll have me peeing myself!" she said tears from the laughter floating down her cheeks.

"Gee that's almost enough incentive to keep on until it happens," he said then.

"Johnnie Stewart!" she said sharply, through her laughter.

"I was wondering how long it would take you today for the first 'Johnnie Stewart'," he said, "Not bad either, within the first 10 minutes."

"Heathen!" she said.

"I am not," he replied, "I'm a Methodist."'

Once again he had her laughing and met her for a morning hug, which seemed to be the most natural thing to do for both of them. 

"Come on into the kitchen," she said.

"I love this old house," he said, as he sat at the table, watching her getting things ready for the two of them.

"It was Andy's pride," she said.

"I know," he said softly, "That makes it extra special to you, I realize."

She looked at him and said simply and earnestly:

"Yes, Johnnie, it does; he was a special man. He was . . .he was my man!"

"It must be a terrible feeling," he said to her then.

She looked at him and said: "Thank you; it is, has been, and, I'm relieved to say, is kind of fading to a point where it can rest and not cloud my nights and days quite so much."

"Relief?" he asked.

"Definitely," she said, "Relief. But there'll always be a spot in my heart for my Andy."

"Wonderful woman!" he said simply, "Strong loves, intensely felt, always held onto."

He stopped then and said to her: "Sorry, I'm embarrassing you."

"Well, Johnnie," she said, "Surprising me, surely, but maybe not embarrassing me. I'm trying to kind of forge a new me."

"New you?" he asked, hastening to get away from the statement that he'd made, which was certainly heart felt, but, he was afraid, was exposing too much of himself.

"Yes, getting away from the mope, from the whole idea of burying myself in a middle age that maybe I shouldn't be ready for yet. I don't know. The ideas are only forming themselves right now but that's the way it feels, anyhow."

"A difficult but probably rewarding task," he said.

"Yes," she answered, "I suppose you'd know; I suspect that Marine training was like that for you."

He thought and said: "Yes, yes it was, and it too made a kind of an impression that isn't gone, won't be gone and will always be a part of me. I'm not trying to belittle your love for Dr. Andy by making a flip comparisons, it just feels like it's the same thing."

"I know that you're not being flip, Johnnie; I appreciate the sensitivity that you're giving me about the part of me where my Andy still can be found. It's a rare gift that you're giving."

He'd finished a cup of coffee and two cinnamon rolls and said to her:

"Hey, thanks for this, Mrs A, . . .Jennie, sorry! I guess I'd better get to work before our discussion takes both of us into territory more morose than we want on so bright and sunny a morning."

"Johnnie Stewart," she said, reaching out to stroke his cheek, "You're a very caring man!"

"Thank you for noticing," he said and was off to work.

He told her of his plan for the day. It was his intention that day to scrape the rest of the windows, and then paint.

Jennie got a pixyish look on her face and promised to keep her clothes on, at least whenever she was in a room where he was ogling at the window.

"Ogling!" he almost shouted, "Ogling the lady says! I was doing work that I agreed to do; minding my own business and she prances into the room tits bouncing, and wearing panties that couldn't hide anything even if she wanted to hide it!"

Jennie squeaked, when he got to the part of his oration about 'tits'. It brought a huge grin to his face.

"It makes it worth it for me to engage in verbal battles with you just to see you turn red and make those, sexy noises!" he said, and held his hands up in the air, as she turned and was about to storm at him.

"I'm going, I'm going, I'm going! To work, just to work! Don't throw anything!"

"You devil!" she said to his retreating back, while both of them broke into laughter. 

She sat down then to another cup of coffee, knowing that she would have to think this through a bit. It was certainly heady. She had no illusions about his intentions; he was being a brat to get a rise out of her, and it was working, she realized, much to her delight.

But then too there had been some interchanges that were among the most sensitive that were possible. It was these that she turned over in her mind, to look at, to feel and to try to figure out a bit. She wasn't sure that she was actually surprised because he'd always seemed to her to be sensitive. But some of what he had to say to her made a real impression. It gave her food for thought.

She moved to clean up and begin to plan some lunch, when the other thing that he'd said hit her. It was his big jest but it gave her a sense of heat that she was not used to feeling. She remembered what he said about her panties not hiding anything, even if she wanted to. The thought struck her and she was determined to see the truth of it. She certainly hadn't noticed but he obviously had.

She went to the bedroom, making sure that he was not working on one of those windows. Then she went into the bathroom and took her clothes off. She knew that she wanted this to look exactly like it looked then. She took her panties off, a pair of beige 'grannies' today, and put on the ones from yesterday, that she fished out of the hamper. She stood then in front of the mirror and gasped.

"He was right!" she said, eyes wide and staring. 

The panties hid nothing. She turned around, as she knew she had inadvertently in the bedroom and checked it out. 

"There they were," she thought, "On public display, at least public display if you're Johnnie Stewart and are right outside the window."

For she could readily see her pubic hair and, when turned around, her crack. Then Jennie surprised herself almost totally. She wasn't embarrassed; she wasn't abashed; she wasn't dismayed. Jennie Allen looked at herself, remembered that this is what he saw, and said he saw, with a quick hand movement, she flicked a nipple, which made her squeak, and she positively sat down on the lid of the toilet and giggled.

She hustled back into her clothes, and went to the kitchen. There was now a kind of perpetual smile plastered on her face, since she realized the truth of the matter: namely, that she really and truly had flashed Johnnie Stewart.

"Of course it was inadvertent," she reasoned with herself.

"But it sure as heck must have been impressive!" was her next idea.

Then she heard him clattering about and went on with the lunch that she was preparing. She went outside to call him to lunch, and found him around the other side of the house on the ladder working. He didn't notice her at first. He'd taken his shirt off because it was getting warm, and she noticed, at his waist, riding a little bit above the belt of his shorts, was an edge of what looked like royal purple nylon.

"That's his underwear!" she said to herself, rooted to the spot, as she stared and wondered to herself what kind of garment it cold be. 

"Uh, Johnnie," she said, and he turned to look at her. 

Then it was worse because he had a row of dark hair that began at his navel and disappeared into the royal purple band and into his shorts. Jennie blushed a deep scarlet.

If he noticed, he was being nice enough not to mention it. But it certainly made an impression on her. She pushed it to the back of her mind for later on. 

He came soon afterwards, smiling at her. She realized that she could hardly look at him, now that she knew the way that she had actually looked from his window vantage point.

She also knew that she had to say something.

"What's wrong?" he asked her. "You're upset."

"Uh, yes," she said slowly, trying to think her way through this. "I, uh, have an apology to make, kind of ."

"An apology 'kind of'?" he asked, not understanding.

She heaved a huge sigh and said: "I thought of what you said, you know, about the 'ogling' thing."

"Yes," he said, determined now not to give her any help but to let her struggle through whatever this was by herself.

"Well, I, uh, went upstairs and, uh, dressed again in what I had on then, you see," she said.

"No, I didn't this time, too bad," he said with a smirk.

"Johnnie!" she said with some exasperation, and he realized that she was serious about this and stopped fooling with her.

"Go on," he said, also serious now.

"Well, you were right; when I came out of the bathroom, I was really, I guess, on display, I mean all of me! Not necessarily a pretty sight!" Then she halted, she didn't know how to go on or what to say. There were tears on her cheeks and every one of her instincts was to run away.

He was up and over to her in a second. His arms around her, holding her close.

"Don't you say that; don't you think that. Accident, yes! I know that; you know that but gorgeous sight nevertheless. Siren! Beauty! Amazing."

"Oh, Johnnie," she said in a distressed voice, "I don't know why I'm carrying on this way about such a silly incident."

"Because neither of us think that it was silly nor that its result was silly! That's why!" he said.

"Do you think so?" she said weakly but smiling now, and inwardly pleased by what he'd said, with those words clattering around inside of her head:

"Beauty! Siren!"

"Johnnie," she said then, "Lunch is ready."

"Jennie, you're the best!" was his comment, and he kissed her cheek, and for the briefest moment, she was tempted to turn her head and force him to kiss her properly. She stopped herself only at the last possible moment.

"Sit, I'll get it all ready for you, and thank you; you're such a caring man!" she said, laying a hand on his shoulder.

Lunch was quiet and pleasant, once she'd gotten her 'fixation of the day', as she called it now, out and expressed. He went back to work and she set about cleaning up and had a few projects for the afternoon.

It was mid afternoon, while she was doing some reading, trying to keep her mind off of the subject of Johnnie Stewart that, she was afraid, she was beginning to obsess about. 

"He must think that I'm a middle aged dingbat with all these histrionics!" she said to herself with some severity, beginning one of her periodic self lectures.

But she was interrupted by Johnnie knocking on the door. She went to see what it was that he wanted, and let him in.

"Johnnie," she said, genuinely pleased, she realized, to see him. "Iced tea? Are you done for today?"

"Yes, to the iced tea, thank you," he said, "And 'maybe' to the done for the day," he went on. 

She realized then that he was nervous about something, and she plunged right ahead about it:




Jennie and the Handyman



"Johnnie, what is it? Is something wrong?"

"No, not wrong," he said. "I was, uh, wondering, if I might . . .if you would like to, uh, go out to dinner tonight."

He said it out and breathed a kind of sigh, letting her unconsciously know what it was that he'd been nervous about.

She was surprised, kind of flabbergasted, pleased, excited, and energized all at the same time.

"Dinner?" she said, almost involuntarily.

It all gave her a moment of pure bliss that she simply let wash over her.

"Earth to Jennie!" he said, smiling now.

"I'm sorry, Johnnie, I was so surprised by your invitation," she said and smiled.

"Well!" he asked.

"Well?" she said, not understanding immediately.

"Will you?" he asked patiently.

"Oh, I thought that I had already said my 'yes'," she said. He shook his head 'no', indicating that she hadn't.

"Johnnie Stewart," she said, shaking her own head now, "You make me feel like an addled girl!"

"Good!" he said, "My charm is working!"

She gave him a half serious look then and said:

"Don't you go playing with my affections just to fool with me!"

"Jennie Allen," he said, turning serious at that point, "That is something, where you are concerned, that I would never, ever do. I am totally earnest about the invitation. I want to take the prettiest girl in town to dinner."

"Ohhhh," she said, sighing and putting the back of her hand to her mouth.

He was at the door then and said: "I'll pick you up in two hours."

As he was going out the door he stopped and now he had that look on his face that told her that he was about to do something outrageous.

She almost instinctively said: "Don't you dare!"

He laughed and said:

"Don't be staring at the waist band of my underwear!"

She looked at him wide eyed at having been so easily found out but then she let out a huge, long sound, like "EEEEEEEEEEEP!" as he unbuckled his belt, and the waist band of his shorts and pulled them to his knees, showing her that the royal purple nylon underwear weren't boxers but briefs type.

He grinned at her, as he pulled his shorts back up and said:

"Turn about and fair play!"

"You devil!" she said again. "Go or I'll throw something at you!"

"Going! Going!" he said loudly as he retreated, then he hollered over his shoulder to her, as she stood in the doorway:

"Two hours!"

"I'll be ready!" she said. "How formal?" 

"I'll wear a tie, make it sexy, sophisticated," was his answer and, still grinning, he was gone.

"The devil!" she said to herself, and then played the picture of him lowering his shorts once again. Her only comment was:

"Magnificent!" 

She realized that she almost had said to herself: "Magnificent ass!" but had stopped herself. It made her giggle, as she went off to the shower, humming as she went. 

She prepared carefully, and realized that all the while she was humming to herself.

"My, my, aren't we happy!" said the little inner voice, and Jennie didn't even try to contradict the fact that the flow of events lately made her decidedly happy.

She went to the part of her closet that was reserved for things that she used to wear for Andy, sexy things, slinky things, sensuous things. But they'd been put away and not bothered with for a long time. She had dress in mind and only hoped that she hadn't gained too much weight for it. 

She found it: black, about 3 inches above her knees, spaghetti straps with a plunge to the neckline that was just above her bust line. When she wore it with a kind of push up black lace bra, it let a good deal of cleavage of her lovely 36d breasts show.

"Just the thing, Jen," she said to herself. "Time to dazzle the handyman!"

Humming still to herself, she went off to the shower. She finished the shower and fixed her hair. She hadn't really fussed with it in an age and enjoyed that kind of thing.

When her hair was ready, she got the box from the closet. The first thing that she did was remove the box from the closet and begin to distribute the sexy underwear into a drawer that was empty and ready for them. When they were all tucked away, she got out the black, underwired bra and put it on. It was cut low and let the entire top of her breasts and cleavage show.

"Nice, Jennie!" she said.

Next it was a pair of black satin bikini panties. She snugged herself into them and was pleased with what she saw. The fact that she was dressing this way, and really never expecting Johnnie Stewart to see her in them struck her.

She sat on the bed and said softly:

"I'm going to be careful here, Andy. I know what a temptation he is and I think, darling, that I'm going to kind of put you away for a while. I know you won't mind."

Saying it was enough for her. She huffed and puffed a little, so as not to cry, and went on with her dressing. She put on a garter belt and a pair of dark, seamed black stockings.

She liked the end result enough to simply smile, when she saw herself. She put the dress on next. It had a tight top that did dip down and show the cleavage. The skirt part of it hugged her hips and ass very nicely also.

"Jennie's not playing nice tonight!" she said to herself in the mirror.

And answered herself just as quickly:

"Jennie's playing very nice tonight!"

She realized that she had about 25 minutes to spare, and sat. The thought crossed her mind, sitting there that she had to decide if she were going to invite Johnnie to stay with her tonight or not. She realized fully the implications, including the possibility that he didn't or wouldn't want to. 

She decided that she'd play it by ear and see the way that the evening went before coming to that momentous decision. She certainly knew that she wasn't a 'first date girl'. At least she didn't think she was. 

But she was almost overwhelmed by the intensity of what had been happening between them these past days. It was a relationship that wasn't new; she'd known Johnnie for a long time, and had seen him periodically, but never like this, never nearly like this. But then there was no time for more thought, he had arrived.

Jennie had a special dark shawl that Andy had bought her from Vienna. She threw that over her shoulders as she went to answer the door.

He looked lovely, if you could say ever that a man looks lovely. So, it was the first thing that she said to him, when she opened the door:

"Johnnie, you look just lovely! I don't know if you ever should use that language of a man but it fits."

"Thank you," he said and then: 

"But I am blown away here. Please don't get me wrong, Jennie; I know you for a beautiful, vibrant woman but seeing you tonight is like running into a dream made alive. I'm tempted to be vulgar just to express myself."

"Vulgar?" she said with a smile.

He grinned and she said: "You're going to, aren't you?"

He nodded his head and said to her:

"You just look so edible!"

"Eeeeeeeek!" she squealed, and put her hand across her mouth.

"I shouldn't call you Jennie, I should call you 'Food'!" he said.

"Johnnie Stewart!" she kind of barked at him. "You're embarrassing me!"

"Well, you tempted me kind of to do it!" he said, grinning.

"Take me to dinner," she said.

"Yes, Food!" he said.

"Stop that!" she warned him, laughing at the same time.

He held up his hands and said: "I promise, I promise! No more 'Food' talk!"

She took his arm and kissed him on the cheek:

"You're terrible!" she said to him. "So bad!"

"You love it!" he returned.

"Found me out!' she said then, and they both laughed on the way to his car.

He had a lovely red mustang and held the door for her.

"Don't you be looking at my legs, Johnnie Stewart!" she said, sliding into the car.

"Sorry, ma'am, no promise!" was his reply.

They went to a steak house for dinner. When they sat at the table, in a nicely shadowy part of the restaurant, she took her shawl off. His comment was:

"My, my better and better!" she blushed.

Then he turned serious and said to her:

"Jennie, I mean it now; you are gorgeous beyond gorgeous! You make me walk proud just to be seen with you."

They were selecting their food from the menu, when a voice, a woman's voice said:

"Well look at you two!"

Jennie and Johnnie both looked up to see Sheila Lotz staring at them. She was an older local busybody.

"Jennie," she said, "Are you taking the local help out to dinner?"

Jennie colored but Johnnie answered immediately:

"No, Miz Lotz," he said, "I'm back from Afghanistan for the last time and wanted a dinner date with the loveliest, sexiest, most sensuous woman in the area and so I asked Jennnie to dinner."

Sheila Lotz colored at the answer but he came back quickly with:

"Especially since you're married and taken and all!"

Sheila Lotz began to giggle and she said:

"Have a nice night you two."

Before she turned to walk away, she smiled and winked at Jennie, who rewarded her with a grin.

They settled down to a lovely dinner, eating companionably, and finding conversing with each other both easy and interesting. They talked of their recent lives, local items, likes, dislikes and such. The time floated by and they simply had a grand time.

Jennie protested when Johnnie paid the bill, and he led her from the restaurant.

"How 'bout if we go to 'Merv's'?" he asked. "An after dinner drink and then just a dance or two?"

"Oh, Johnnie," She said, "I'd love that. It's been ever so long, since I've danced."

She was about to say more but stopped herself.

He held up a hand: "I know, Dr. Andy wasn't a dancer. It's okay to say it."

"No, Johnnie, I promised myself that I wasn't going to keep bringing him up into our conversations. It doesn't seem right somehow."

"Jennie, I never want you to forget or set aside any part of you that makes you the wonderful woman that you are," he said softly.

"Johnnie Stewart," she said, "You're going to make me cry now!"

"No, I'm going to take you dancing instead!" he answered.

"Deal!" she said.

They went and got a table at Merv's. The waitress, Ina, had been there forever and knew everyone.

"Well how about you two, all dolled up and looking bright and happy!" she said to them, when she approached the table.

"Jennie Allen," she went on, "I swear you outfoxed all of us gals, and here you are out with the best looking man in the valley!"

Jennie beamed at what she said.

Then she said in a conspiratorial tone of voice to Ina:

"Yes, Ina, as long as I can keep him from getting fresh!"

"Fresh," Ina hooted, "Why, if I were Johnnie Stewart taking you out and saw you wearing that dress with your boobies showing, I'd be as fresh as an April morning."

Johnnie roared with laughter; Jennie blushed and hid her mouth behind her hand to suppress a squeal and Ina just beamed at them.

"What'll it be, lovebirds?" she wanted to know.

They ordered drinks, and Ina went away.

"Got you, didn't she?" he asked.

"Dead center!" Jennie said smiling. 

Then he gave her a serious look and said:

"Dance with me, pretty lady!"

She put her shawl on the back of the chair and let him help her out of the chair. She went into his arms immediately, snuggling against him and was swept up into the loveliness of the dance. 

Jennie loved dancing. She also realized that she loved the feel of Johnnie Stewart holding her against himself and dancing. She was impressed by the fact that he didn't try to mash her as they danced but she was constantly aware of his hands on her back, during the dancing.

"This is so lovely!" she whispered into his ear.

She backed her face off and said to him:

"Johnnie, I'm so afraid of making a fool of myself!"

He stared at her and brushed her lips, very quickly with his own and said:

"Well, if you are, then we both are."

"Oh, it's okay then!" she answered and held him as close as possible.

All the while she played in her mind, in the idle moments, the sight of him with his shorts around his knees, showing her, in that brazen fashion, his royal purple underwear and that magnificent muscular butt.

She had to constantly pull herself away from the thought of it.

They were fairly quiet on the way back to her house. When they arrived, she knew what she was going to do or say.

He opened the door for her and she stood up. She said to him:

"Johnnie, honey, I . . .I don't think I'm ready to invite you in for the night. Please don't be angry."

He said to her, holding her close:

"I'm out with my best girl and nothing that she does will make me angry."

"Oh, honey!" she sighed, and then said:

"I do so desperately want to be kissed, Johnnie!"

He smiled at her then and said:

"The Marines are always ready to do the job!"

She giggled. "You're being silly!"

"It's either be silly or sob, you're so beautiful!" he answered.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned but her moan was drowned out by his lips.

She kissed eagerly but, she thought, not well. So, she just gave herself over to the experience as he was guiding it. The kiss was soft, and long, and wet, and as lovely as she could wish. Just at the end of the kiss, she felt his tongue caress her lips. It sent a shock of thrill through her, and she responded with the tip of her own tongue.

This led to two more such kisses, when he leaned back and said:

"Jennie, thanks for a wonderful evening! But I have to work tomorrow. If I'm not bright and early on the job the lioness will get me."

"Don't play the fool!" she said, chiding him.

"You know," he said, "It's either that or . . ."

Her response was to kiss him again, in the middle of his statement.

Just as he left her, he got that wicked look on his face again and said, before she could stop him:

"Food! Definitely Food!"

"What am I going to do with you?" she said.

He turned to her, serious again and said:

"That's what we have to figure out next, I guess. Thank you for a perfect evening, Jennie, you look breath taking!"

Then he was gone. She watched him go from the window, and once he was actually gone she said one loud word to herself, from herself. She knew the truth of it immediately:

"Fool!"

If he hadn't actually gone, she would have gotten him back. Walked out to his car, in her underwear and gotten him back and made him her own in a special way all through the night.

She was left with a sigh and the shadow of a regret. She went upstairs, and slowly undressed, in the back of her mind, pretending that he was watching, dressed only in those sexy royal purple, nylon briefs. She felt herself getting wet between the legs, as she got into bed, no clothes tonight at all.

It was all that she could do to resist calling him and asking him to come back.

But she snuggled down with her thoughts, the mental pictures, the vision of dancing with him, holding him, his hands on her back, the lovely things that he said, and the siren image of Johnnie Stewart in his purple underwear.

She moved her finger down across the naked plane of her belly and said to the night and to herself:

"Oh, we're going to do this again tonight?"

"Yes," was her answer, "After all we might not have to do this alone much longer."

The thought stunned her but she allowed it, not caring at this point what his intentions were only being critically aware of her own longing.

She played with herself, those clever fingers wound in her pubic hair, inserting themselves, rummaging and making her world all in color. But just before she came, she knew, in a clear second what she was going to do tomorrow. She'd have the nerve and do it. She promised herself. It was her last thought of the night before drifting to sleep a very contended woman. 

He was on time the next morning, and she greeted him warmly, but maybe, due to her own nervousness, as warmly as he thought she might.

"Jennie, is anything wrong?" he asked, as she brought him coffee.

"No, Johnnie," she said, "I'm afraid that I didn't get much sleep and am still tired."

"Well," he said covering her mood with his brashness, "Watch out what bedroom you like down in, because the handyman will be at the window."

She smiled and said: "I'll keep that in mind, Johnnie Stewart."

He went to work after coffee and a muffin that she'd baked and decided he'd just think about it.

She was up and out of the kitchen in a flash, once he was gone. She heard him putting the ladder against the house. Went into the living room to make sure which of the windows he was working at, and once sure of herself, went upstairs.

She was almost on automatic pilot. She refused to allow herself thought time or reflection time. She wasn't going to make last night's mistake again. She just wasn't.

She dressed carefully, hair done, some makeup on, lipstick etc, and then she selected. She went for what Andy used to call her 'whore's outfit'. A bra that was half cut and had her breasts nestled but bare up front and on top, allowing her nipples to show. It had the effect of holding her breasts up and out and almost making a presentation of her nipples.

The panties were a black, string thong. A slim patch of cloth in the front and a string that went up into her ass crack in back. She found and put on her only pair of thigh high stockings, smokey gray to black. She had a pair of heels that she put on, with four inch lifts, which she had to practice walking on for a bit to get used to. Then she was ready.

She looked in the mirror and smiled. It was everything that she was hoping it would be. She walked to the door of the bedroom saying:

"Johnnie Stewart, here I come!"

She opened the door carefully and saw him working on the window frame. She didn't try to be coy or hide anything. This was a seduction, pure and simple.

He noticed her, of course, as soon as she entered the room. He gripped the ladder and just took in the sight. She smiled at him, as he stared, wide eyed. She picked up a card of some kind from the bureau and dropped it on the floor, and then, turning her back to him, to show him the string thong and her ass, she bent over from the waist to pick it up.

Then she walked to the window itself. She stood a few feet from the window, staring at him, as he was also staring at her.

"Hi, Johnnie Stewart!" she said.

"Oh shit!" was his only sound.

She smiled at him, turned on her heels and walked from the room, counting on him now to do the rest. She did as much as she felt she could. Even so, as soon as she left the bedroom, her courage, fine up until then, began to desert her.

By the time she got down stairs, and heard him coming through the door, she was trembling and unsure of herself again.

He entered the room, still amazed and staring.

She said quickly:

"Johnnie Stewart, if you say something funny, foolish or teasing right now, I'll throw you out of here and never, ever talk to you again."

"Funny? Foolish? Teasing?" he repeated after her. "You are a goddess, a fucking goddess, pardon my French! You present me with a view of beauty passing before my eyes, of perfection itself walking in the room just beyond the window where I'm working and you think that I might be flip or teasing?"

"Jennie, you are gorgeousness itself!"

They stood across the room for this heated exchange. She felt her courage return.

"Johnnie," she said, "Your ass was wonderful in those royal purple briefs, nylon briefs yesterday. Tell me what you're wearing today."

He smiled a smile at her and said: "Today it's actually pink! And I'm about to show you that real men do wear pink!"

"Pink!" she said, "Oh I love that! Pink! Real men!" she was almost babbling, especially since his tee shirt was already off. Then he bent, never taking his eyes off of her, to untie his work boots, and they were off.

Then he was all smiles and he was unbuttoning his shorts. He pushed them down and she sucked in her breath! She never had thought that pink could look so downright sexy on a man. His nylon briefs today were a pale pink. He was still staring at her and smiling. And now she noticed the bulge in his briefs.




Jennie and the Handyman



"I caused that," she mused.

"You certainly did!" he said.

Then suddenly she was almost lost again but now, this time she knew what to do:

"Help me here, Johnnie, " she said, "I'm kind of afraid and nervous; it's new territory, help me please."

He was across the room immediately and holding her, pressing himself against her, only this time, his hands didn't stay on her back demurely, they slid downward burning a path to where the tiny black string was lodged between her magnificent ass cheeks.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned, as he grasped her ass cheeks with his hands, one cheek in each hand.

"Jennie," he whispered to her, "This is everything, right now it's everything. Where?"

She knew exactly what he meant and said only the word:

"Bedroom."

She squealed with delight as he swept her off of her feet and carried her up the stairs. 

"I want time," she said breathlessly, "Time to feel those pink ass cheeks! Time!"

"I'm not going anywhere, honey!" he said, "You've got all the time you need."

"Yes, Johnnie," she crooned, "All the time now, just all the time."

He deposited her on the bed and moved immediately to a position between her thighs. 

"First this, Jennie, my love," he said to her. "First this!"

"What?" she asked, panic seeming to rise again.

But he said to her calmly:

"Jennie, lie back, enjoy this," and with a gleam in his eye that captured her soul, he went on: 

"The Marines are on the job!"

"I guess they are . . ." she began but it ended in another of her sensual squeals, as he took the thong off of her, and kissed her pussy mound.

This was actually pretty much outside of her sexual experience. There simply hadn't been that much of this kind of 'oral sex'. She was neither prepared or in any way ready for how it felt to have his tongue pushing through her pubic hair and licking the length of her vaginal lips. 

"Ohhhhhhh, Johnnie!" she said, "I'm not sure I've felt anything like . . ."

"Oh, Johnnie!"

Then he had his tongue inserted in her wetness and it was moving around and kind of seeking. When it hit the right spot, she positively shouted out, cried out, wailed her immediate joy.

Then he had the nub of her clitoris in his mouth and was making love to it. That was too much for Jennie. She was feeling things that no one had ever told her were possible or expected. She bit the back of her hand and made almost primal noises to accompany the orgasm that he gave her.

He looked up at her then. She said: "Kiss me please."

"Rinse my mouth," he said beginning to move.

"Don't you dare, Johnnie Stewart," she said, "I want every single part of this experience, every single part."

He just grinned and crawled up her body until he had her in his arms.

"What's next?" he asked.

"Next?" she said almost shocked by the concept. "I get choices? I get to do things now?"

"You sure do!" he said.

She smiled a kind of feral smile and said to him:

"I want to take these wonderful pink briefs away and see you naked, Johnnie Stewart. And if you can be vulgar, so can I! I want to suck your cock! I want it in my mouth. I want it leaking onto my tongue, and spurting down my throat."

He smiled: "They lady wants to be a cock sucker, so who am I to object?" 

She moved and she was on him then, sweeping those lovely, marvelous pink nylon briefs away, and capturing his erection in her hand, holding it, stroking it a bit, looking at it, kissing it, loving it . . .

She gave him a moving smile as she sunk her head downward and opened her mouth wide to engulf him, clamping her lips around the head of his cock and licking from the slit down to the back of the hood, keeping her eyes on him all the while!

"Oh, yes," he swooned, and put a tentative hand down on the back of her head but she needed little or no encouragement. She pulled more and more of him into her mouth all the time and simply established a rhythm with her head, bobbing up and down.

"Ohhh, the woman's done this before!" he said mesmerized and sinking more and more into the feeling that her mouth was giving him.

She lifted her head from the spit covered cock and taking a deep breath, plunged her head downward again, getting a loud:

"Awwww!" from Johnnie, as this time, her lips collided with the muscles of his stomach.

"Awwww!" he said again, lifting his hips to meet her continued head movements and grabbing onto the bed spread as he began to cum in her mouth and down her throat. She proved amazingly adept at keeping his cum all in her mouth and, working at it for a moment or so, was able to slack off her movements, licking and cleaning as her mouth retracted itself from his softening cock.

"Kiss!' he sighed to her.

"Slimy mouth!' she said.

"That kind of excuse doesn't work here!" was his comeback and she moved her way up his body until she was lying fully on top of him and kissing him.

Without giving it a thought, after kissing him, she said:

"I love you, Johnnie Stewart!" 

Then she was silent and said into his shoulder: 

"Why in heaven's name did I say that!" She looked into his eyes, his smile at that point almost beatific and she said:

"Johnnie, I'm not trying to ruin anything with that declaration; please understand that; I'm just a plain spoken woman."

"Don't you be apologizing for saying the most wonderful thing that I've ever heard!" he said to her, kissing her. 

"Now is it back to work for me or . . .?" he asked.

"No, I want to be properly fucked!" she said, grinning down at him.

"The lady's got the body of a goddess, the soul of a poet, and the mouth of a truck driver!"

She bit his shoulder, causing him to give a kind of yelp, and they both ended up laughing. But then he moved her so that he was towering over her body. His cock was already stiff again and loomed largely between them.

"May I have that?" she asked softly.

"Coming, ma'am," he said, putting his knees between her thighs, which she gladly parted widely for him.

"Lovely and wet," he said, as he positioned his cock in place.

"That's because the Marines have been at work there," she said.

"They sure have!" he answered, and then pushed himself home.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, Johnnie!" she said in a rush of breath, as he settled himself within her, and began to make love to her.

It was drawn out this time, sweet, but growing in intensity. Jennie greeted every thrust with a moan, and the moans increasing in loudness as he pushed onward into their passion.

She became his totally in those moments. She flung her legs around his waist and her arms around his back, reaching for and grabbing his working ass cheeks.

"Mine!" she moaned with his rhythm. "Mine! Mine! Mine!" just before they finished and collapsed together.

He lay down, rolling to the side but pulling her to him to snuggle her to him. She began to cry. He let her.

"I'm sorry, Johnnie," she said quietly, "But that was so wonderful!"

"Hush, sweet woman," he said, kissing her forehead and holding her close.

After just a few minutes, he said to her: "I've got to go back to work; old lady Allen will bitch if she catches me larking about."

She looked up into his grinning face and said: "Johnnie, I'm a fair woman; so I just want to warn you that I'm going to bite you now, any place that I can get my teeth."

Then without another word, she bit him just below the right nipple, causing him to let out a bellow.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry!" he said laughing.

"Old lady Allen!" she said derisively.

"Let me get a wash cloth," she said.

"No," he insisted, "I want the smell of you on me, including the intimate smell of you. I'll shower later."

"With me?" she asked in a coy voice.

"If I'm invited!" he said.

"Old lady Allen is inviting you," was her response.

He laughed and kissed her, before he got up.

"Goody," she said from her prone position on the bed, "I get to watch."

He put on those pink nylon briefs, that were so sexy and turned around to show her his ass.

"Come here, kiss!" she said.

"No bite?" he asked, in a fearful voice.

"No bite!" she said and he moved to the bed with his ass toward her, the muscular cheeks of his ass encased in the surprising pink of the fabric.

She held onto his hips and kissed his ass. Then she said:

"Only a little bite!"

"Hey!" he yelled but then she nipped him right on the ass and giggled.

"Impossible lady!" he said to her, pulling his shorts on.

"Impossible lady in love," was her answer.

"You getting up?" he wanted to know.

"I rather think that I'm going to wait until you're back at work and I'm going to play with myself. I still have dirty thoughts."

"Hmm," he said, considering. "Enjoy yourself."

"I will," she said, "I'll be thinking of you and those pink ass cheeks with the little bite mark."

"Remember, ducks, that revenge can be terrible!"

"Eeek!" she said softly, as he left the room.

She heard him leave the house and then the clatter of the ladder as he went back to work. A thought flashed through her mind and she got up from the bed and went to the guest room.

He saw her enter the room immediately, grinning at her, as she walked across the room and lay down, naked on the bed. Then she began to play with herself.

"Awww shit, woman!" he sighed. "Awwww shit!"

"Like the view, Marine?" she asked, as her fingers snaked their way through her pubic hair and along her pussy lips, still wet from their love making.

She never took her eyes off of him, as she played with herself to an orgasm, a long languorous smile on her face all the while. 

When she was finished, she got up from the bed, and opened the window where he was.

He was working on the upper part of the large bedroom windows, so that she could see him at about the waist.

"Hi, soldier!" she said.

"Some display, woman!" was his answer.

Then he let out an involuntary shout of: 

"What are you doing?"

"Taking care of my boyfriend!" she said, as she continued to unzip his short, reaching out the window to do it.

"Am I your boyfriend?" he asked.

"Well, if you aren't," she answered, giving him her feral grin, "Then I'm going to take care of the house painter!"

"Do that, just do that!" he said.

"Hold on to the ladder tightly now," she said pleasantly, and reaching her head out the window took his cock in her mouth.

"I've created a monster!" he wailed.

"Not created but maybe unleashed!" was her answer.

"Get that cock in your mouth, woman!" he ordered.

"Yes, sir!" she said nicely applying her mouth to her task of sucking him off again.

When she was finished, she said to him, just before she put the window down:

"I'm going to go and see about lunch."

"I need a nap!" he said dolefully.

"Come on in and lie down," she said softly.

"See!" he barked at her, "You're just trying to get me into that bedroom again."

"Step into my parlor said the spider to the fly" was her reply.

"Jennie, you're going to make me fall off this ladder!" he said.

"I'm going now," she answered, "Lunch."

He worked for a good while, getting the window done and then she called from the kitchen that lunch was ready.

He went down the ladder and into the house, where she was waiting with lunch, dressed only in an apron.

"Better and better!" he said to her.

"This is eye candy," she said, "I'm not trying to keep you from doing your work."

"Well, you're a lovely sight," he said, as he finished his lunch.

He didn't come to work the next day. Jennie was crushed. He left her a phone note that he had an errand to run and it would take him all day, that he'd be back to work tomorrow.

She spent a miserable day, part of it crying, bewailing her own lack of control in telling him that she loved him and all. She moped about, actually wandered into the rooms where they'd made love and tried to relive the scenes but there was no life to it now. That night in bed not even her fingers could waken the lovely scenes for her.

She spent an almost sleepless night, letting Frank Sinatra sing to her for part of it, while she sat in the dark, drank some wine and talked a bit to her Andy.

She made a decision to apologize to him for the remark and try to set their closeness back on a physical need basis. She even practiced what she was going to say.

He was back bright and early. She had coffee and rolls for him. She was as nervous as a cat but grimly determined.

As soon as he came into the kitchen she was going to start. He looked at her face, a face of pain and insecurity and said to her:

"Jennie, what's wrong?"

"It's me," she said, "the other day, I know that I ruined everything with that 'I love you speech'; I apologize, Johnnie. I don't want this wonderful fling to end. I won't be the sobbing, clawing woman again. I won't . . .can't take back what I said, since I meant it but I'm going to be what you want, what you need . . ."

Her voice faded, and a little tone from the back of her head said:

"See, look at his face, you ruined it!"

Then he spoke up:

"Well, I'm glad you said that, Jennie," he began, "I mean the part about not taking it back because I have this!"

He handed her a ring box and she collapsed onto a chair, no strength, no outward sense, only a welter of feelings.

She looked up at him, barely able to see him through her tear clouded eyes:

"For me!" she asked in a tiny voice just audible.

"Yes," he said, "I have a Marine buddy who's a jeweler; I had to go see him yesterday."

He hesitated and then said:

"Jennie, unless you object, I'm going to get down on one knee now!"

"Ohhhhhhh," she sighed, "Please, please do, Johnnie, my Johnnie! "

He did and then, clearing his throat, spoke:

"I know that this is maybe sudden, quick, Jennie, but I've known you for such a long time, lusted after you for most of that time and now want you for my own. Jennie Allen, please, say that you'll marry me!"

"Yessssssssssss!" she said in a whisper, and still she was crying and her nose was running now.

"Look at me, I'm a mess!" she said.

"Cute, definitely cute!" was his answer.

She threw her arms around him, and said, that feral grin returning:

"For a moment, when you said you were getting down on one knee, I thought you meant that you were going to eat me!"

He moved so quickly and with such force that all she had time for was a loud squealing: "JJJJJJOOOOOOHHHHHHNNNNNNIEEEEEEE!"

He had her shorts down and off, had her panties, grannies today, shredded, actually ripped off and her sitting on the table with his face between her legs in less that a minute or two.

She said loudly then, as though declaiming to the stars:

"That's my man eating me! That's my Johnnie eating my pussy! That's my Marine! And when he's done, I get to kneel, pull his pants down, and his sexy nylon briefs and suck his big Marine cock!"

He lifted his head then and said: "Woman, you're making a ruckus!"

"I'm in love," she wailed, "I get to make a ruckus, when my fiance eats me!"

"Got that right!' he said.

"Hey, get to work!" she ordered, and he laughed and plunged his face back in between her thighs.

And he did, he worked and she vented; he licked at her and she sang it to the heavens. Every now and then he'd stop and look at her in almost amazement but she was having a good time, the time of her life and ordered him to go back to what he was supposed to do.

It made her grin her special feral grin that he obeyed her and did what she wanted him to do. She was almost squealing, when she finally came, holding his head to her pussy and humping at his face with her hips. 

He sat back then, and she was lying down on the table. She was overwhelmed, almost totally done in.

"Wow!" she drawled and just lay there.

Finally, he picked her up, still wearing the tattered remnants of her panties and carried her to the couch. He lay her down there.

"Get some rest," he said, "I know you said that you had a bad night. Just get some rest."

"But the blow job!' she complained in a very sleepy voice.

"Later!" he said, "Get some rest."

"Yes, master," she said, sleepily.

"More like it," he answered and he went out and went to work.

She didn't rest long. She got up from the couch and saw him working on the ladder but down close to the ground now, working on the lower windows. A plan formed in her mind. The more she thought of it, the more she liked it, and she finally decided to put it into action.

She stopped long enough to take off all the rest of her clothes. She took off her normal cross necklace and was wearing only his ring, the engagement ring that he gave her.

She had a rich grin on her face, as she quietly opened the door and went to where he was working.

He noticed her as she came around the side of the house, sauntering toward him, lovely in her total nakedness.

"You're out here naked!" he said with a laugh.

"No, not naked, I'm wearing my engagement ring," she said, flashing the ring. "And I've come for my blow job. So, just be quiet, Johnnie Stewart, for now you are a thing, a sex object."

She was under the ladder, which put her face to face with his shorts. He was looking down at her and grinning, as she unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them down. His richly colored underwear today was a pair of red nylon briefs, cut for a man but still lovely.

"Ohh, I like this," she said, pulling his briefs down to his knees, and allowing his cock to spring free.

"There's my pal!' she said, kissing the head of his prick, then engulfing the entire head with her mouth and beginning the slow process of sucking on it.

"Ohhhhhhh what a mouth on the lady!" he moaned. "I think that I'll keep her; keep her for that mouth."

She worked at his prick, and began to move her head more quickly with the cock firmly in her mouth and her lips tightened around the skin, jerking him off with her mouth.

Johnnie moaned more and more and finally began to cum in her mouth. Once again, Jennie worked to keep all the cum in her mouth. She kept his cock in her mouth until she was finished, he was finished and he was cleaned up.

But she had more in mind.

For, grinning up at him, she began to take his shoes off. When they were off, she pulled his shorts down and off, and then pulled his red nylon briefs down and off. She put his shorts back on, and, one after the other, his work boots. She laced them up and got them all right.

He was just watching her and laughing and grinning.

She took the nylon briefs and stepped into them herself, snugging them up around her hips.

"Mmmmm," she said, "Nice."

Looking up at him she said:

"Now Mr Smart Assed Marine, you ripped my panties and I'm taking yours and there's nothing you can do about it."

With that she began to walk away, swinging her hips and ass cheeks in an exaggerated fashion. She looked over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out at him. But then she screamed. He was already off the ladder and hit the ground at a dead run.

"Smart Assed Marine, is it?" he shouted.

She squealed in fright and ran. She saw at once that she wasn't going to make it to the door in time to get inside and lock the door. She opted, rather foolishly, for a sprint into the back yard toward the woods in back. 

The house was set on its own, and surrounded by its own property, so Jennie had space to run in. She just didn't have time.

"Wonderful!" he cried as he approached, and she shrieked again seeing him nearing.

"Running after a fucking beautiful, almost naked, skivvies snatching bitch, who is going to feel the wrath of the United States Marie Corps right about NOW!"

As he said the "NOW" he grabbed her by the waist band of his own briefs, and pulled her backward to him. She shrieked with the total joy of it.

He twirled her around and scooped her up, pulling the underwear down and off of her and flung them aside into the grass. She was naked now.




Jennie and the Handyman



"That's the way I want you, lady, just you, naked except for the ring that I gave to make you mine and you took to declare you want to be mine."

He was standing over her and she had her arms raised in the air saying:

"Sorry, sorry, Marine! Never do it again!"

"Never?" he asked, pulling off his tee shirt.

"Never!" she said, and hesitated, as his shoes, socks and shorts went next.

Then she whispered, but so that he could hear her:

"Maybe tomorrow!"

"What!" he yelled and sank down on to his knees.

"Eeeeeeek!" she squealed as he grabbed her and she said, panting from the expended energy:

"Johnnie Stewart, do something to me; just do something to me!"

"I'm going to hold on to you," he said earnestly, "Until there is no more time and space and we're going to go into infinity together."

"Oh, yes, my love, my darling, my life!" she said, still breathing hard.

"But first, right here in your back yard, I'm going to fuck you!" he said next, kissing her and drawing all of her into the kiss.

"Yes, my Marine!" she said then. "You ran after me; you caught me; I'm yours to do with as you wish. Right here in our backyard."

"This is what I wish!" he said, as he sunk down to her, on top of her at first, and began to make love to her. She was wet, and ready for him. She greeted his coming into her with open arms.

"Good heavens, Johnnie Stewart, I love you so!" she sighed, as he continued his love making.

"Move now," he said and got her into a new position, so that she was on her hands and knees, and he was making love to her from behind.

"Marvelous," she said, pushing her hips back at him to meet his thrusts.

He loved her slowly, with her making constant noises to accompany his thrusts into her. Then he changed positions again. He put her ankles over his shoulders and entered her deeply from that position.

"Awwwwwwwww!" she moaned as he penetrated her in that position.

"This is my claim!" he said through clenched teeth. "This claim makes you mine!"

"Yours," she sighed as he plunged into her so deeply.

Then he moved again.

All she had time to say was a loud: "Ohhhhhhhhhh!"

But he ended now lying on the grass with her sitting down on his raised erection.

"Oh, I like this, Johnnie, my Johnnie!" she said, as she began to slowly bounce up and down on his erection, clenching her thigh muscles and vaginal muscles to stimulate him and bring him along. 

They came in a little bit after that, and this was a mating, a kind of coming together that really served to make them the one new being that they were longing to be.

EPILOGUE:

They married shortly after that. But that very evening after the ladder blow job and race to the back yard, they went out together for dinner again. Jennie wore another of what Andy used to call her 'whore's dresses'. And, yes, they saw Sheila Lotz again. 

Sheila couldn't resist another comment about Jennie being out with the 'help' again. But Jennie held her hand up in the air and showed Sheila the ring. 

"Oh, my!" Sheila said, "You two are going to marry?"

"We sure are!" Johnnie said. Then he grinned and said:

"Sheila, doesn't she look lovely in that dress?"

"Well, yes, yes, she does," Sheila admitted.

"You should see her without the dress!" Johnnie said then and Sheila snorted and Jennie laughed. But as she was walking away, Sheila turned, winked at Jennie and said:

"Invite me to the wedding."

"Done!" Jennie said.

The news locally was greeted with some surprise but also with a great deal of pleasure.

The house, the old house, became their passion and they spent a good deal of time putting it back into original shape. Johnnie proved to be very, very talented. 

He also branched out his business and ended with a construction company that specialized in restorations. Jennie handled the business books and ran the office.

After a year and a half, they had a little boy. They named him Andrew.

Of course, they decided, he'd be a doctor! 

The End. 



Jennie Visits Glasgow



Much to her surprise Jennie found the train journey to Glasgow passed quickly. It was helped by wondering what lay in store for the weekend. That must be John waiting on the platform – smart appearance, clean-shaven, relaxed.

 There was a broad smile of recognition as she stepped off the train. Like long lost friends they hugged. It felt good. Was it her imagination or was his cock hard as he held her. Being a gentleman he took her bag as they set off in the evening sunshine. What would he think if he knew what she had packed – the new red basque, stockings, her sexiest knickers, and 3 (or was it 4) toys? She was surprised how excited she felt. 

 They took a taxi and chatted. The journey had been fine. Train not too busy. She'd never been to Scotland before but first impressions were good. His house looked nice. Small but neat garden of flowers in a fairly quiet street.

 On reaching his house they resisted the temptation to grab each other and indulge in a short frantic fuck. They both knew they had the entire weekend to share but her boobs wanted to be touched and her cunt would feel better for a rub, a tonguing and a cock.

 She wanted to be a slut. He wanted her to be a slut. But these were there first few minutes together. Respect.

A glass of champagne – lovely – a toast to the visitor – nice man – seemed a real gentleman.

She sat opposite him in one of the armchairs. They spoke about each other without saying anything too private. He played various sports and did some volunteering in the area. She would like to keep herself fit but never had the time. He liked her hair. He liked her blouse. Glad he noticed, it was tighter than she often wore.

The champagne was nice – just the right temperature. She felt light headed quite quickly. She remembered a scene from a porn movie when the actress spread her legs and lifted them onto the arms of the chair. She was tempted. What the hell – we're adults – he knows I love sex and he'll come over and help me.

She drained her glass, placed it on the small wooden table then allowed herself to slip forward while pulling her skirt up. She closed her eyes and rubbed the smooth satin of her knickers against her clit. 

This was exciting. I'm with a man I've never met before – I'm in a strange house in a strange town – I'm sitting opposite him with my legs wide open rubbing myself. Am I a slut? I'm going to be John's slut.

I pull my knickers to the side. Eyes are still closed. He'll be able to see my pussy. I hope he likes it. Am I red with excitement? I slip a finger into my hole. Wet. Wow – really wet. I'm having sex with a man who hasn't even touched me.

Spoke too soon. I feel his hand on the inside of my thighs then a finger joining mine in my cunt. That's nice, fingers slipping against each other, against me and into me. He gentle rubs my clit. I want him to rub harder. I pull myself open. A man I've never met before is kneeling between my legs with me offering myself to him.

He's still too gentle. I rub myself hard as if I was alone. I feel his tongue inside me then his teeth nibbling my cunt, catching my flesh – short sharp bites – careful not to hurt me. Is he teasing or is being a gentleman?

My boobs want some attention. I lift his hand up and he grabs me. That was harder. My blouse is unbuttoned and in no time both boobs are pulled from my bra. His fingers squeeze one nipple then the other. I moan – this is more like it. He senses approval and squeezes and nips a bit harder. His face is still buried in my pussy and I feel him suck on my pussy lips and my clit. I feel wet. His left hand still entertains my boobs while his right makes its way to my belly. He tells me I'm a horny sexy slut while he squeezes.

Then he moves. He sits on the arm of the chair. His right hand is now at my cunt. Two fingers – three fingers – rubbing in and out. His left hand still squeezing boobs and nipples. He tells me they are swollen and red. He tells me his cock is swollen. Take it out. Rub it. Let me sit astride you. I feel his cock rubbing against each breast in turn. I've not to touch. I've to keep my eyes closed. I've to finger fuck myself. Am I wet? How many fingers can I fit in? He loves my boobs hanging out my bra. He's going to cum all over them. Rub harder. I want to come too. 

A man's going to wank all over me while I bring myself off. I can hear my fingers using the juices of my cunt and I feel the muscles tighten. I feel his cum splashing on my boobs. Warm and plenty. I notice the noises – we're both grunting like animals. His cock is rubbing his spunk across my skin. My wet fingers are wiped against my knickers. 

What's in store for the rest of the weekend?



Jennie



Jennie nodded and thought to herself again.

'Do you really think so?' she said, leaning forward earnestly now. She looked down once more at her panties and absently fingered the elastic waistband.

Mike reached forward and rubbed his hand across her hip from the side of her bum to the top of her thigh.

'Yeah, they feel better when you touch them and they have an appeal,' he said. 'I like the look of them. When I see thongs and these really brief things that some women wear, I think of strippers. I've never had sex with a stripper so they don't do much for me. I've had sex with lots of women who wore plain cotton panties so maybe that's why I think they're more sexy; and I don't think of you as a stripper either, so I guess I just think you should be wearing something that normal women wear.'

'You've had sex with lots of women?' she asked incredulously, 'how many?'

"I don't think I've ever counted,' he said. 'I guess at least a few dozen, maybe more.'

Jennie smiled and then looked at Mike shyly.

'Do you remember when you spanked me two years ago?' she said slowly, trying hard to get the words out.

Mike frowned and shook his head vigorously, as if he were trying to shake an unpleasant thought out of his head.

'Why do you want to bring that up?' He asked. 'It was a long time ago and I was angry.'

'I know,' she said with a blush. 'I was a brat that day and I guess I deserved it.'

Again Mike shook his head and then looked away.

'There's something I need to ask.' She said, reaching out and touching his arm. 

He looked at her and frowned deeply, wishing she had never brought the subject up.

'When you did that,' she said slowly, 'did you... um... did you rub your hand over my bum when you were done?'

Now it was Mike's turn to be shocked. In his mind he could clearly see himself rubbing his hand across her bum. He could see her bent over his knee as his hand gently passed over her white cotton panties. Although he knew she had been wearing jeans that day, he could clearly see her wearing her school uniform skirt, the skirt raised over her back and her bum clad only in those white panties, wriggling and squirming as he rubbed it.

He became aware now that his cock, hard earlier from trying to see her panties, was now throbbing with need. He was sure there was probably a drop of pre-cum oozing out of the head and he looked down to see his pajama bottoms tented upward; as he looked down, so too did Jennie. She saw the front of his pajamas bulging upward and her mouth opened in amazement. She watched as the bulge twitched rhythmically and then looked Mike in the eye. 

Mike returned her gaze and shifted uncomfortably, pulling his bath robe closed across his crotch to hide his hard-on. 

'Uh,' he stammered, 'I... uh... No I didn't rub you.' He said shakily.

'Oh.' she said with a slight feeling of regret. 'I don't know why but sometimes I thought you rubbed my bum after you spanked me; and you told me that you were sorry but I had to be punished.'

'Oh.' Mike said weakly.

'It felt good when you did it,' she said with an encouraging smile, 'at least... when I thought you did it.'

'Oh.' he repeated. 'Really?' he finished lamely.

'Yeah.' she said and then smiled broadly. 'I kind of liked it. It made me feel good.'

Mike gulped and put his hands over his throbbing cock. Unconsciously he started to rub it slightly and he gulped once more.

'You liked it?' he said weakly, 'really?'

Jennie shifted her position and was now turned fully toward Mike with her elbows on the couch beside him and her head resting on her hands. Her knees were drawn up underneath her and her bum, covered now by her T-shirt, was sticking up in the air.

'Sometimes I imagine that's what you really did I guess,' she said with a shy smile. 'But sometimes I imagine that I was wearing my school uniform instead of my jeans.'

Mike almost came in his pants when she said that. The thought of her having the same vision as he, her bent over his knee in her school uniform while he rubbed her bum was just too much. He gulped once more and said nothing.

From her new position she was looking slightly upward to see his face. She lowered her gaze and saw his hands covering his bulge. She saw also that one of his hands seemed to be moving slightly. Already beginning to get wet from their conversation so far, she felt a sudden surge in her pussy and she knew that she was absolutely soaking right now. Her freshly cleaned white cotton panties were definitely going to need washing now. Once again she looked him in the eye.

'It's kind of dumb.' she said with a smile. 'I know I was wearing jeans that day and it stung, but I remember it as a good thing sometimes.'

'You mean because I rubbed you afterward?' he said, trying to bring his voice under control.

'Yeah, you rubbed it to soothe the pain after.' She said.

'But I didn't do that!' he protested.

'No.' she said and Mike could hear the regret in her voice when she did. 'I just imagined it.'

'Would...' Mike began uncertainly, 'would you like me to?'

Jennie's eyes popped open with surprise; surprise and excitement.

'Really?' she said happily. 'Would you?'

Mike tried to think about consequences; he tried to think about maturity; he even tried to think about Debbie. It was no use. The pot and his throbbing cock won the argument hands down.

'Yeah sure,' he said with a confidence he didn't feel. 'After all, I probably should've done it two years ago. Maybe then it wouldn't have hurt you so much.'

Jennie gave him one of her winning smiles and then crawled forward to lie on her tummy across his lap. She looked at him over her shoulder, still smiling, and then tugged the bottom hem of her shirt up as far as her lower back. 

Mike returned her smile and then looked down. His hands shook slightly as he brought them up to hover over her bum and he just stared at the white cotton panties laid out before him. Gulping again he rested his one hand on the top of her thigh and then tentatively touched the cotton fabric stretched across Jennie's well rounded bum. Jennie was still watching him expectantly and she wiggled a little bit when she finally felt him touch her. 

Slowly and very haltingly, he started rubbing gently. She grinned contentedly and then laid her face down to rest on her crossed arms. She wriggled a bit and his cock, hard and throbbing, stuck straight up through the pee hole on the front of his pajamas and wedged solidly in between her thighs. Both of them felt it and Mike became nervous that she might get angry. Instead, she wriggled once more, sighing softly. Mike groaned softly himself as his cock rubbed against the inside of her thighs. He set up a rhythm, moving his one hand back and forth steadily. To his delight, she swayed with his rhythm, moving her bum and her thighs with every stroke. Mike was in heaven. 

So was Jennie. She could feel his cock pressing against her thighs and she repositioned herself slightly so the head of his cock was now rubbing against the lower lips of her pussy. Even though the cotton panties were between her pussy and his cock, still it felt wonderful! Already soaked from the inside by her pussy juices, her panties were now getting soaked from the outside by Mike's pre-cum. 

With both of them so high from the pot and from the mutual feelings of pleasure they were receiving, they both closed their eyes and allowed themselves to be carried away by the moment. 

Mike's one hand was rubbing rhythmically across Jennie's bum and his other hand was now stroking the inside of her thighs all the way from the top of her knee to the crevice between her pussy and her anus.

Jennie was moaning openly now. She started moving her hips up and down, grinding her panty-clad pussy against Mike's cock. Mike started moving his hips too, thrusting upward to meet her. With the hand that was rubbing her thighs, he pushed right up against the elastic hem of one of the leg holes of her now drenched panties. He wormed his finger inside and then pressed against her pussy lips. Jennie immediately spread her legs wide and pressed against his finger trying to ease it inside her. Needing no encouragement Mike pushed his finger in and Jennie groaned in pleasure. Mike grasped her panties and pulled them down to her ankles. Jennie raised her hips to help and then lowered herself once more to grind against Mike's cock. 

Mike gently eased Jennie into a sitting position on his lap, facing him with her legs straddling him. She reached down and held his cock steady and then lowered her pussy onto it. Both of them sighed heavily as he entered her. They looked hungrily into each other's eyes as their hips began to move together. For the first time their lips came together and, at first tentatively and then passionately, they began to kiss. 

Not very experienced with boys, Jennie was amazed at how Mike could make a kiss so erotic. The boys she'd had sex with mostly just closed their eyes and grunted a lot when they fucked her. She began to think that only people in movies kissed while they made love. Now she was experiencing a real kiss for the first time. She was beginning to wish that they had kissed a lot earlier. 

Mike probed her mouth gently with his tongue as his cock probed her pussy. Sometimes he would push past her teeth to mingle with her tongue. She was used to that sort of kissing. When he gently pressed his tongue against the outside of her teeth and licked softly against her gums he felt her shudder. When he brushed his lips against her cheeks and her eyelids she moaned and mewled softly. When he touched the tip of his tongue to the outside of her lips she sighed and trembled. 

With the feelings Mike was giving her, Jennie wanted to speed up their fucking. She started to buck heavily against Mike but he put his hands on her hips and steadied her motions, slowing her down to an agonizingly pleasurable pace. 

He lifted her T-shirt over her head and gazed almost in wonder at her youthful body. Slowly and with reverence, he leaned forward and gently sucked her right nipple into his mouth. It was hard and the scent of her perfume came faintly to his nose as he licked at it. She moaned loudly and put her arms around his head, drawing him into her breasts. He placed one hand under her left tit and slowly rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He nibbled and suckled on her right nipple and continued to caress her left tit. He lowered his other hand to her bum and pushed his finger between her thighs from behind. He gently massaged her perineum and he felt her shudder. She tightened her grip on his head and screamed out in pleasure. Her body convulsed and her hips bucked against him furiously. 

He smiled to himself as he felt her cum and then he held her lovingly, kissing her on the lips and gently rubbing her back. He leaned back to look at her and smiled once more. She was still shaking and there were tears in her eyes. She was gasping for breath and her chest was heaving with each gasp. The look in her eyes was one of both confusion and utter astonishment. It occurred to Mike that she had never had an orgasm before; at least not a proper one. He guessed that she may have brought herself to orgasm a few times but none of the boys she had been with had been able to do it for her.

Jennie was flabbergasted. Her mind, still whirling from the pot, was almost overwhelmed. Although the fucking had felt really good, she had never in her life experienced the kind of pleasure Mike had given her with his lips and his hands. She thought she was in heaven as he suckled her breasts, tweaking her one nipple while nibbling on the other. When he placed his finger between her pussy and her anus and rubbed in a small circular motion she almost passed out. In fact, she wasn't entirely sure she hadn't passed out. Now here she was, gasping for breath and sweating furiously as they looked at each other. She could almost feel the room spinning and she was grateful that Mike had his arms around her so she couldn't fall backward.

Mike lifted her gently and then laid her down on the couch. He stood up and removed his bath robe and his pajama bottoms. Now Jennie was seeing him naked for the first time. For a man pushing thirty-five he was in pretty good shape. His stomach, although a little soft, was almost flat. His arms and shoulders were well defined and Jennie could tell that he was probably a lot stronger than he looked. His legs were muscular and solid and his cock was hard and throbbing. His groin was covered with both his own and her secretions. His pubic hair was matted flat and his balls were swelling larger than any of the guys she'd seen naked before.

He lay down beside her and took her in his arms. They kissed for a long time and Jennie was in heaven. He kissed her on the lips, on the neck and on her breasts. He even kissed her hands and arms. He started at her fingertips, licking and nuzzling the pads of her fingers and kissed his way up to her shoulders, then her neck and finally to her lips. By the time he parted her thighs and placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy she was on fire.

He entered her and started the painfully and agonizingly pleasurable slow rhythm he had guided her into earlier. She wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck and held on like there was no tomorrow. With each stroke forward fireworks were going off in her head and her breath was pushed out of her. She wasn't even aware of the noises she was making. 

Mike was enjoying the noises she made immensely. Hearing her mewl and sigh and coo with every stroke made his cock harder and longer, or so it seemed to him. 

After what seemed like forever he began to feel the cum boiling up from his balls. He rolled his eyes back in his head and started pushing into her harder and harder with each stroke. She gasped and groaned and made unintelligible noises, each one more absurd than the previous one. Mike was steadying his upper body with his arms outstretched, his hands planted in the couch on either side of her head. He was grunting himself now and thrusting into her steadily. 

Suddenly he growled and the fierce expression on his face almost scared Jennie. He was staring into her eyes intently and his lips were drawn back in a rictus. He grunted again and then Jennie felt the explosion inside her. She felt him spasm and at the same time she could feel the tremors of his cock erupting inside her. She felt an intense heat as his sperm coated her insides and he grunted again. Once again she felt his cock spurt and that was when her own orgasm hit. She began to shudder from head to toe and they held each other tightly as the spasms threatened to throw both of them off of the couch and on to the floor.

After a full minute Mike finally looked up. They were both coated in sweat and he could feel their mingled juices flowing over each other's groin areas. His cock, spent and flaccid, was pressed against her sopping wet pussy, the head still partially inside and swimming in a mixture of his sperm and her wetness. 

She opened her eyes and they looked at each other. They were both still pretty high, though the exertion of fucking had burned off a good portion of the THC flowing through their blood streams. They smiled at the same time and then kissed once more. Mike sighed contentedly and stretched. He looked once more at Jennie and saw that she looked upset about something.

'What's wrong?' he asked.

Jennie frowned and tears started to gather in her eyes.

'What's wrong?' he asked again. 'What is it?'

She started to sniffle and sat up, her expression becoming more agitated.

'What are we going to do?' she said finally.

'What do you mean?' he asked, his brain not working properly yet.

'What about my mom?' she said with a sob. 'What are we going to do?'

Mike's eyes opened wide in understanding and then he frowned. He sat up himself and stared at the floor while he tried to think.

'What are we going to tell her?' she said, the tears now running freely down her face. 'I can't just tell her that we had sex. I never want her to find out!'

Mike looked at Jennie and nodded slowly.

'Yes you're right,' he said. 'We can't tell her.'

Jennie sighed with relief and then looked at the floor herself for awhile. After a long time she looked up again.

'Does this mean we can never do this again?' she said sadly.

Mike frowned once more and then shook his head.

'No, I don't think so,' he said. 'I don't see any reason for us not to be able to do this again; just so long as your mom never finds out.'

Jennie smiled brightly and hugged him tight.

'Good!' she said excitedly. 'I was hoping you'd say that!'



Jennies DVD



I met Jenny at the fitness club, we attended the same workout session. She was a stunning blond with a great figure, which she obviously looked after. I could not help but steal a surepticous glance whenever I could at her perfect legs. My lucky day came when we were paired together for a workout session of boxing using the hand pads. She mentioned that she was having trouble with a new DVD player she had purchased, so I offered to have a look at it for her. We arranged for me to go to her place the next Saturday afternoon. 

Saturday finally arrived and I headed to Jenny's place with some basic tools. Jenny opened the door dressed in a pair of skin-tight jeans, high heel sandals and a white silk blouse with the top buttons undone revealing the top of her lace bra. Her beautiful hair fell around her shoulders framing her lovely face. She had a small amount of makeup on, highlighting her striking blue eyes. 

She invited me in giving me a peck on the cheek. "Thanks so much for coming round to do this" she said. 

I followed her into the town house. 

"I've just got back from shopping so your timing is great! I'm ready for a cuppa', can I get you one too?" 

"OK thanks, tea would be great" I followed her to the kitchen, feasting my eyes on her cute bottom. 

We chatted as she made tea, I struggled to keep my eyes on her face and not let them wander to her breasts, it wasn't too much of a struggle though, she was easy to look at!

"So you went shopping, what did you buy?" I asked. 

"I've been looking for a pair of shoes for ages and I finally found the ones I wanted, perfect fit, perfect height, perfect colour… tell you what, I'll model them for you later if you like" 

"OK, I'll look forward to that!"

We took out teas to the lounge room where she showed me the DVD player still in the box. 

"My ex was going to come and do this but he's been such an arsehole lately I didn't want him near the place" 

"I understand" I said "this shouldn't take too long." 

"All right, you get started and I'll go and change into my new shoes"

I got busy setting up the player and I was sitting on the floor in front of the TV when Jenny walked back into the room. She had changed into a short blue skirt, stockings and a pair of royal blue high heel pumps. Now, I'm leg man from way back and this lady had the best set of legs I'd seen in a long while. I gave a short intake of breath as she walked to the centre of the room and turned around. 

"What do you think?" she asked. He let his eyes wander from her feet to her face drinking in the sight, then back to her great legs. 

"Fantastic legs!" 

"Thanks, but what about the shoes, silly." she replied. 

"Oh, they look great on you, I love the colour!" 

"In that case I'll leave them on for a while, I have to break them in anyway, do you think you can concentrate on the job at hand?" she asked. 

"It will be difficult," I laughed "but I'll try."

I turned back to setting up the DVD player, while Jenny picked up the tea cups, she had her back to me as she bent from the waist with her legs slightly spread giving me a great view up her skirt. The stockings were thigh highs, and she had on a pair of white silky looking panties. I kept watching as she strode to the kitchen, I was starting to get a bit of a boner, and I was sure she new I would be watching when she bent over. 

When she came back I was sitting on the couch with the remote for the DVD player in my hand. 

"All done" I said. 

"If you've got a DVD I'll show you how it works" 

She went to the wall unit and got a DVD movie which I inserted into the machine. She sat next to me on the couch, close enough so that her leg brushed against me. I quickly explained the operation of the remote control and handed her the unit. She placed a hand on my thigh, "thanks so much for setting this up, I don't know how I'm going to repay you." 

I decided it was now or never and said "how about repaying me with a kiss?" 

"I thought you'd never ask" she said and leaned closer to me. Our lips met in a gentle soft kiss, her arm going around my neck as I rested my hand on her stockinged thigh. Jenny broke off the kiss and looked into my eyes, 

"more?" she said. 

"More" I replied and kissed her again, her mouth opened and her tongue snaked into my mouth, we kissed passionately for a few minutes as she held me tighter, her breasts pressed against my chest. 

When our lips finally parted she said "hows that for a first instalment?" 

"That was fantastic" I replied. "When do I get the next instalment?" 

Jenny looked at me for a few seconds and then said "OK here's the deal, If we are going to take this any further you have to agree on some rules" she kissed my lips again and continued "no falling in love with me, and I won't fall in love with you, I'm just going to use you for sex… as for the rest we'll make it up as we go along" I could not believe my ears, and I quickly agreed. 

Jenny stood and held out her hand and led me to the bedroom where she stood close to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, I held her close to me and we kissed once again. Our lips stayed locked together as she fumbled with my belt and I undid the buttons on her blouse, and found the zip on the skirt. We continued undressing each other then fell onto the bed, laying side by side her hands fondling my cock and balls while I gently pushed my finger between her pussy lips to find her clit. 

"So, where would you like to start Derek" she said. 

"I'm rather fond of the sixty nine position actually" I replied. 

"Hmmm sounds like a plan!" she said "its one of my favourites too" Then after giving me a deep passionate kiss she started to work her way down my body kissing me as she went till her mouth came to my cock. Jenny lifted her leg over me lowering her cunt towards my waiting mouth while she slowly sucked my cock into her mouth. 

I went to work on her pussy savouring the sweet aroma and pushing my tongue as far as possible into her then licking down to her clit and sucking it into my mouth. Meanwhile her lovely mouth was teasing and sucking on my cock and occasionally engulfing me completely. After ten or so minutes of this Jennie said 

"Oh Derek, I'm so close to coming I want your cock inside me now!" she rolled off and straddled me guiding my cock into her waiting cunt, she slowly lowered herself down while I reached up and held her breasts and played with her nipples. She started to buck on top of me and I met her with thrusts of my own getting my cock as far into her as possible, she started to shudder as her orgasm built so I let myself go and we came together, me thrusting into her while her cunt clamped on my cock. We rolled over and kissed once more before Jenny got up to go to the bathroom to clean up. 

I lay back on the bed with my head over the edge and when Jenny came back she spread her legs either side of my head and lowered her pussy once more to my waiting tongue. We moved back onto the bed and once more she started licking and sucking on my cock till it was hard once more. I rolled her over and lifted her legs onto my shoulders then and placed a pillow under her bum to give my cock better access to her cunt. I started to slowly slide my cock in and out of her, pulling back till the head of my cock was just at the entrance to her tunnel, then slowly entering her once more till I was fully engulfed. Jenny reached between us and held on to my balls, effectively pulling me in deeper and pushing her hips back to meet my thrusts. I was close to coming again and told her so. She moved her legs and wrapped them around my waist as our rhythm increased its pace. "Yes, yes, yes" she cried as I slammed my prick deep into her pussy as I came, shooting several thick jets of jism deep into her dripping snatch.

We both got cleaned up once more sharing a shower together. Back in the lounge room, and dressed once more, Jenny kissed me goodbye, giving my cock a gentle squeeze through my jeans. "I'll call you next time I have a technical problem" she said. 

As I drove home the phone rang, I saw on the display that it was Jenny calling and answered "missing me already?" 

"Hello darling" she replied. "Yes I am! How are you with spas? I think the filter might need fixing soon…."