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Jenna

By: blondevixen40735



Jenna raced in the double doors, seeing the familiar appreciative glances from the male employees and clients as they took in her long blonde curls and big green eyes. She never took her looks for granted, but occasionally it was wearing on her. She had to wear her hair back and wear severe skirts for men to assume she really wasn't a bimbo. The young male nurse behind the desk looked like a deer caught in the headlights when she again repeated that she was checking in. He seemed to shake it off well enough and she was seated, waiting for her doctor in no time. Well, it wasn't really her doctor. One of her girl friends from her college days had recommended a new OB/GYN doctor.

A few minutes later, after being weighed and measured, poked and prodded, and asked embarrassing questions about her sex life, she was told to remove her clothing and have a seat. She did so quickly, and efficiently...the way she handled her career and her romantic life. She sat on the edge of the hospital chair, and inspected her new pedicure while she waited. 

She smelled him first before she saw him. He smelled like an Abercrombie model and a Greek god rolled into one, and when he moved aside the curtain, she saw he looked like he smelled. He had dark wavy hair and sun bronzed skin. His shoulders stretched his scrubs to the point of indecency. She felt her cheeks glow and tried to calm herself. She was not one to go for a pretty face, that only causes drama. She took a breath and gave him a smile.

Derek wasn't prepared for that smile. He was expecting an older woman, checking on the condition of her cervix. This...nymph...was not someone he wanted to look at medically. When she smiled, and he saw that dimple in her left cheek, he felt like someone had physically punched him in the gut. 

"Hello....", flipping through the chart, "...Jenna. I understand you are new to this clinic. Actually, so am I, so please excuse the fumbling. I'm Dr. Watts. I'm standing in for Dr. Greyson, as he was called out for a birthing. If you could scoot up a little higher, we can get started." Derek ran a mental check over the tools on the little table, and took a couple deep breaths to will his manhood into submission. You've done this before, Derek, he told himself, his brow creasing. He was disappointed in himself...this was not his first rodeo and he was acting like a teenager.

Jenna tried scooting herself up, and the gown had gaped a bid, exposing herself more than she intended, knowing Dr. Watts had gotten an eyeful. She glanced up at him, a stupid, childish wish that he was aroused. Instead, she saw his forehead wrinkling and he got a weird look, almost like disappointment. Her cheeks warmed again, and she clenched her gown shut. She rolled her eyes behind closed lids and cursed. Well, that's what you get, she chastised herself. He's a damn doctor, not some college kid in a bar. Besides, she wasn't 18 and a lifeguard anymore. She was 25 and successful real estate agent.

She laid her head back, and felt his hands on her feet, placing them in the stirrups. She thought she felt an extra swipe on the bottom of her foot, almost a caress, but she shook it off. He clearly was not interested in her, and she mentally sealed off the part of her brain that thought he was hot. She stiffened her body started counting backwards from 10,000.

Derek felt her stiffen, and was disgusted with himself for fondling her feet. Her feet of all things! He did a mental check, and to keep it professional, began the typical questions. He put himself in the zone during her examination, having a difficult time only when it came to the breast exam. He had always been a chest guy, and she was his teen fantasy come to life, laid open for him. He reminded himself that she disgusted him and kept to the basics. He was just starting on the circular part of the exam, checking for lumps, when he heard the door open. He jolted around the corner, tugging the curtain across, prepared to give the intruder a sound lashing, whoever it was.

Jenna heard the low voices, she thought arguing. The curtain moved a couple times, like perhaps they were shoving each other, but that didn't make sense. She clutched her gown and sat up. She heard a loud thunk and a click, and then silence. She began turning, but saw the curtain moving aside. Dr. Watts came around first, followed closely by an balding doctor looking to be in his mid forties.

"I apologize for that, Ms. Fuller. It appears Dr. Grayson will be joining us on this exam. Seeing as how I'm new to this clinic, he wishes to see the differences in our practice. Please, do not feel uncomfortable. Shall we continue?" Jenna nodded, a little confused. Dr. Watt's body language suggested he was angry or almost aggressive. She wondered if perhaps he had asked Dr. Greyson to take over, seeing as how he was so clearly disgusted with the way she looked.

She leaned back, spread her legs, and again felt Dr. Watts' gentle touch on her vagina. She heard a shuffling noise, and then a more insistent touch. Before, she had felt his gloved fingers making quick, impersonal swipes in and around his vagina. Now, she had to start counting the ceiling tiles to avoid what she was feeling. This felt anything but personal. She could feel his fingers sliding through her folds, up to her clit and then back down. Once or twice she felt his fingertip insert her and then go back to the stroking. She almost said something, but then felt that it would be more embarrassing to ask him to stop than to just ignore it.

Derek felt nauseous. He called himself a coward and an idiot, wishing he had finished up with her appointment before any of this had happened. Dr. Greyson was a despicable human being that had been released from service three days ago for attempted sexual assault on a patient. They hadn't made his release public yet, not wanted to cause a stir among his patients. When he saw that man's face when he pulled aside the curtain, he knew something was very wrong. He had tried to cajole him into leaving, but after a little tussle and strong words, the threats of him killing the both of them became more real, as did the punch to his gut and the click of the gun jabbing into his back.

Dr. Greyson was mentally disturbed, he told himself. Best to just get this done. Dr. Greyson had shared with Derek his fantasy of watching a doctor give his patient an orgasm. Apparently not believing himself capable of such an act, he told Derek that to ensure both of their safety, Derek would need to give Jenna a pleasurable orgasm. Then they would both walk away, and Dr. Greyson would turn himself in. Derek didn't believe that, but he did believe the manic depressive doctor was capable of violence. 

Derek thought of giving Jenna an idea of what was to come, but after seeing she wasn't going to call him on his fondling, he thought maybe if he gave her enough pleasure, she would think it was an adventure and something enjoyable, not an act of violence. He removed his gloves before starting, and tried to imagine them in a comfy bed after a great date. He forgot about Dr. Greyson and was caught up in the way her body reacted, the wetness he felt against his fingers, the hitch in her breath as he circled her clit. He took a chance, becoming more aggressive, teasing her by pushing in a finger or two, but not letting her ride his fingers. 

Jenna had foregone her idea of ignoring Dr. Watts. She forgot about Dr. Grayson, about her appointment, everything but his fingers on her clit. She knew her body was betraying her, she could feel the moisture on her pussy and didn't care. All she wanted was release. Her mind flickered to her red sheets, his body rising over her, pounding her, his mouth on hers...and felt his fingers flicking across her clit, and she was lost. Her body began the timeless shudders, she felt her body clench around his fingers. 

Derek felt his whole body tighten when her back rose off the chair in pleasure. He would've done anything in that moment to be able to push inside her, to feel her clenching around him, pulsating. He closed his eyes, feeling her body and smelling the sweet smell of her perfume and arousal. He opened his eyes to darkness. In his pleasure, he had not noticed Dr. Greyson had turned out the lights.

Jenna came to and realized that the lights were off and started to think about what had just happened. She jerked her body up, with no result. Somehow she now had a band across her belly and her wrists and ankles were bound. She knew then that this was only the beginning. 

Jenna



I hope you enjoy this story and please leave feedback as I would like to get better at writing stories. Thanks for reading!!

*****

"Aaugh!! Goddamn it to fucking hell!!" I screamed in frustration. "The stupid shit won't call!"

I was frustrated because of my so-called boyfriend. When we met he treated me like a queen. Massaging my feet, buying me unexpected presents, holding hands, he would pull out my chair whenever we went out to a restaurant.

But ever since we did it, he's been inattentive lately y'know? Doesn't call as much, hardly even drops by, and when I ask him if there's anything wrong or if he's okay, like any mature woman that's worried about her man, he gets all defensive, asking me stupid ass questions like 'why you wanna know?'or 'why you all up in my business?'

The worst part, is that he says it like I'm not even his woman!

Now I know I ain't been the best woman, but hell I've been the best I could be. I cleaned his house, cooked for him and even prepared his clothes for work! All while looking sexy as hell if I do say so myself.

"That's fucking it! I'm breaking up with his dumb ass!" I shouted to the empty room. I was about to send a text message that I had already saved from the countless times we nearly broke up when a thought struck me 'why don't I break up with his ass on the phone?' 

So I dialed and he sleepily answered, "hello?"

"Yeah Dean? I wanna break up with you," the words came out so fast, that I was momentarily speechless. 

The line was eerily silent. "Hello? Dean?" I asked. 

"Yeah, I'm here," he said in a monotonous voice.

"So... I'm breaking up with you... Anything to say about that?" I asked with my heart racing.

"Well... I wanted to say this in person, but... I wasn't really interested in you... I dated you on a dare and.. When you offered yourself up to me I couldn't resist."

I was so shocked. I felt like I had a baseball lodged down my throat, and I couldn't breathe let alone speak.

"-Hello Jenna? You there?" I nodded my head. 

"-Well if you're there I want you to know that, when you gave yourself to me I was thinking of my girlfriend... who was out of the country for the duration of our relationship." 

'Man, talk about kicking a dog while it's down'. I thought to myself.

"-So this is ideal actually." I didn't hear the rest because my finger of it's own accord, pressed the end button and turned off the phone.

As I tossed the phone on the couch, thoughts about Dean swirled around in my head, how I gave it my all and how in just a few choice words... He had effectively crushed my heart and my world.

My knees suddenly gave out and I found myself on the couch. The dam burst, and I grabbed a pillow and screamed and sobbed my heart out as I curled up into a ball.

*#*#*#*#*

The next morning, I was jerked awake by the insistent banging on the door and someone calling out. I went to the peephole on the door and saw that it was my best friend. 

"Jenna, I swear that if you don't open this fucking door right now, I'll kick it down!"

"Sam you know that you can't knock down shit" I laughingly teased as I unlocked the door.

"Yeah, like-" the insult dried up as soon as she took a good look at me.

"Christ, Jenna you look and smell like shit!" 

"Right, kick a dog while its down Sam" I said as we went into the living room.

"What the fuck happened? Just last night you were ok." 

"Yeah well, I decided to try to break up with Dean." At the memory of last night, the tears threatened to come again so I quickly switched subjects.

"How come you're so early? I thought that our hike was at eleven?"

"It is eleven doofus. Haven't you seen the clock?"

"It is?" I asked, as I checked my phone to see the time. It was off so I said, "fuck! I forgot that I turned it off last night and well..."

"Oh sweetie, please tell me what happened" Sam said as she gave me a hug.

"Well... alright"

*#*#*#*#*

"That fucker! How dare he!" Shouted Sam in anger.

"Please Sam, let's just forget about it"

"How could you let him get away with something like this?" Sam asked as she whirled towards me with cold fury seeping out of her very pores.

"Sam I'm not, but I don't see the point. All I want at this moment, is a big bowl of popcorn, a good movie and... you!" I said as I grabbed her, and tickled her senseless.

TWO YEARS LATER.

Sam and I were strolling along at the mall, eating frozen yogurt with our bags in hand. 

We were finished with the yogurt, and I was on my way back from throwing the napkins and spoons away when I heard someone call out.

"Jenna? Is that you? Damn girl you look good!" I turned around to locate the owner of the voice.

"Dean? Wow, how are you going?" At that point I saw Sam hurry over, but I motioned for her to stay. She did but folded her arms and cocked her brow. 

That quick interchange happened while Dean went on about his girlfriend. 'Apparently she's done with his whoring ways. Good for her.'I thought. 

"So she dumped me but forget about her baby, what about you? What are you doing later?"

'Looks like the new style just sunk in' I thought to myself, then said "oh... nothing much... just going out with a friend."

"Well how about dumping her for me?" Dean asked while getting too close for comfort.

'Okay. I think I've had just about enough of this bullshit' I thought to myself, then said out loud "oh... No thanks, she's very special to me."

I turned around and started to walk away, when suddenly he grabbed my hand and pulled me back as he laughingly asked "what, you a dyke now?"

As if me becoming a lesbian is so impossible.

'Alright.. I've just about had it with this dick.' I thought as I viciously kicked him in the nuts.

When he released my hand to grab his crotch, I balled my hand into a fist and hit him first in the throat and then in the eyes.

Then I screamed at his pathetic form "after all the shit you've done to me, now you want me?!? You better stay out of my sight, because if I EVER see your motherfucking ass again I WILL kill you!!"

At that I turned around, grabbed Sam's hand and disappeared in the crowd.



Jenna



After a long day of work, I was happy to be on my way out the door and heading home to my apartment. I was exhausted to say the least, as it was 11:00 at night, and I had just finished closing the store. As a night janitor, it was my duty while closing to get rid of all trash and cardboard throughout the departments before the end of the night, and clean things up for the opening crew in the morning. 

It was a dirty job, but it put money in my wallet, and that was all I cared about in the end.

It was about a fifteen minute drive from where I worked, back to my apartment. Arriving home, I made my way upstairs and unlocked the door. Stepping inside, the living room was quiet... but like most nights, once I reached the hallway I could make out the unmistakable sounds of my roommate having sex with yet another of her new pets. I laughed silently, shaking my head.

I lived with a transsexual woman by the name of Jenna, who I had met on the internet about a year ago. We found out we lived nearby, shared a mutual interest in video games and most manly activities, and as luck would have it, we both needed a new place to stay. Jenna told me right off the bat that she was a transsexual, and looking back on it now, I was surprised she hadn't tried hooking up with me then.

Jenna liked 'fishing', as she called it. She was very much a dominant person, and also didn't have any intention of having SRS, or sexual reassignment surgery. She loved her penis, and loved to make use of it. She liked going out, hooking up with guys who had no idea what was between her legs, bringing them home and fucking them senseless. Not just typical guys though, she liked to break down the macho, stereotypical straight guy and show him that... in her words... 

"Pussy is not all it's cracked up to be".

I wish I knew how she did it, because she seemed to be great at getting these guys who swore they were straight, to stay the night with her even after they found out what she had between her legs. I made my way to my own bedroom, firing up the computer and then walked out to the kitchen to grab myself a beer. I sat down at my desk, to check my mail and Facebook...all I could hear coming from the next room was Jenna and whatever guy she brought home, going at it.

And were they ever going at it! I laughed again, as I heard the loud moaning and panting and the sound of her bed shaking. After a few minutes, the sounds finally came to an end, and the apartment fell oddly silent. Save for the sound of the fan inside my computer. 

At around 12:30 I shut the computer off and decided to call it a night. Normally, I was up a lot later than this, but tonight I just felt really tired. It had been a particularly busy day at work and so I figured I just needed the extra bit of rest.

I woke the next morning, and rolled out of bed, making my way to the bathroom to take a piss and grab a quick shower. I had the day off from work today, and was hoping to hit the gym for a few hours and then maybe just relax afterwards. When I came out of my bedroom, after showering and drying off then putting on some new clothes, I found Jenna was awake and in the kitchen, brewing some coffee.

"Morning," she called out, as I came down the hallway.

"Morning to you too," I said, with a knowing grin as I sat down at the kitchen table. "Sounded like you had a lot of fun last night."

She laughed, turning around to face me and leaning against the counter behind her. 

"Yes, it was quite a lovely night. I met this guy named Jimmy, at a bar. We danced for a while, then we did the dirty."

"I could definitely hear you doing the dirty... another 'straight' guy take the news better than expected?"

"But of course," she replied, smiling, "you know by now it's pretty damn rare for any guy to say no, even after he finds out that I have a bigger cock than he does."

I laughed, as she handed me a cup of coffee. But as I took a sip and set it down on the table, my grin turned to concern, as I did occasionally worry about her doing these sort of things. Hell, all of our friends worried about her doing this shit. Guys can be assholes, and a lot of people were afraid that she could get the shit kicked out of her by someone for being who she was and not telling them up front. Fact of the matter was, Jenna was no pushover. 

She worked out, lifted weights almost daily, and she knew a bit of mixed martial arts, too. If anyone ever tried to hurt her, well... they'd be in for quite a surprise, I was pretty sure of that much, but I still worried about her.

"You know, I'll never stop wondering how the hell you do it," I said curiously. "I mean, all these guys swear they are straight and they aren't interested. But somehow you manage to get in their pants anyway, every single time."

"What can I say," she asked, giggling and pulling out a chair as sat down across from me, "I have a magic dick... or magic cum... one or the other."

I'd heard all about her dick, and at one point I had even seen it. She had bragged early in our friendship about how big she was, supposedly standing nearly 11 whole inches when fully erect. I mean, I have to admit, I didn't believe it when she first said it to me, but it was after we moved in together that I found out she was definitely bigger than average. I accidentally walked in on her coming out of the shower one day, drying herself off with one foot on the side of the tub, her cock just dangling between her legs.

It wasn't erect mind you, so I couldn't say exactly whether or not it was 11 inches, but even soft it looked to be at least 8 inches. I found out later that the bragging was true when I happened to once again walk in on her. This time in the middle of having sex with some other guy. I was surprised to see that, at least from the glimpse I caught, she had to be about the size she claimed while fully erect. That cock was huge!

"I won't lie," I said. "God blessed you with a gift, to have a cock that big."

"Yes, well, some people are just lucky I suppose," 

she replied wistfully. "So, what're you up to, today?"

"I'm heading to the gym. Probably just going to lay around the apartment and relax when I get home. How about you?"

"Well, I was going to hang out here for a while... but I think I might head to the gym with you, if you don't mind."

I shrugged my shoulders, "Doesn't bother me. I'm leaving in about fifteen minutes. Where's your new friend from last night?"

"He left early this morning. Woke up and of course, the whole confusion thing set in, so he made his way home to 'clear his head' like they all say."

I laughed at the sarcastic grin on her face. Jenna always tried to act like she knew what every guy was going to say the morning after. Nine times out of ten, she was right... but I also knew she liked to pretend it didn't bother her. None of those guys ever came back. A couple of them did, but not for what I knew she really wanted. 

They had a tendency to come back for a second round, and then disappear after that. Not that Jenna didn't like having another go with them, but I had this feeling that she wanted more than just casual sex. Maybe at one point she had been content for just sleeping around, but there was something in her eyes lately whenever this would happen that told me she was growing a little more mature. She wanted something deeper than just sex.

Jenna got up from the table after finishing her coffee, and went to her room to start getting ready while I stayed behind to finish mine. When she came back out of her room, she was ready to go, so I grabbed my car keys and out the door we went.

We got to the gym around 10:00 that morning, and both started out running the treadmill just to warm up. After that, we moved on to some of the weight machines, and did a series of bench presses. We spent about an hour and a half there in total, before deciding that we were both done for the day.

We made our way back, stopping briefly to grab something to eat before returning to the apartment. We went into a local burger joint in a mini-mall near our apartment, I took note of the game store next to the restaurant. Sitting in the display window was a game called Final Fantasy Type-0, that I had been wanting for a while now. 

It came out in March, but with bills and rent I hadn't been able to put anything away to pick it up myself. I really had been wanting it though. 

As I stood there looking at the game through the window, Jenna came up and put a hand on my shoulder, startling me a bit.

"You ever going to buy that damn thing, or are you going to just keep staring at the display and watching videos on YouTube for it," she asked.

"I can't afford it, I have to much other stuff to take care of."

"Oh c'mon Jake, cut yourself a break for once," she sighed. 

She knew me better than anyone, and we both knew that when it came to spending money on anything other than bills or necessary food items, I was like a locked vault with my money. She was always telling me to give myself a reward, that I deserved it... to some degree, I felt like she was right. I just couldn't override that part of my brain. We left the restaurant after finishing our meal, and drove home in silence.

When we got back to the apartment, we walked upstairs and I plopped down in the recliner, turning on the TV. Jenna walked into the kitchen for a few moments, and then came back out. She stepped in front of me, blocking my view of the television, hands on both hips and a big lopsided grin on her face.

"Jenna... I can't see, what are you doing," I asked, a little annoyed.

"I have a proposition for you, if you'd like to hear it."

"Um... okay?"

She cleared her throat, moving one hand from her hip down to her sweat shorts and over her groin, rubbing her cock through her pants. I was a bit surprised, and wondering what the hell she was doing, when she spoke up finally.

"How badly do you want that new game, Jake?"

"Um... pretty badly... why?"

"Well, just what exactly are you willing to do for it?"

I took a deep breath, starting to get an idea of where this was going. I was hoping she was just joking around with me though. 

"Almost anything... apart from stealing it anyway."

"Good," she said, smiling. "What if I said I would buy it for you. As long as you're willing to do something for me?"

"Well... um... what do you want me to do?"

She motioned down with her head, and I knew I was right. I knew what she wanted me to do in exchange for that game.

"One blowjob, and that game is all yours baby,"

"Oh c'mon Jenna," I said laughing. "You can't be serious?"

"I am Jake, I'm totally serious. You suck my dick, and I promise as soon as we're done I'll drive straight to the game store and get Final Fantasy Type-0 for you. I promise!"

I laughed, leaning forward in the chair and trying to convince myself that she wasn't seriously trying to get me to do this right now. After knowing each other for an entire year, she hadn't once tried to get me to hook up with her. Now, here she was offering to buy me a video game if I sucked her dick?

"Jenna, I'm straight!"

I regretted saying that a moment later, when I remembered just how many guys she had hooked up with in the past, had said exactly that before they bent over and let her plow them from behind. But I really was straight, that was the difference.

"Well, you did say this morning that you were curious about how I always get what I want," she said, reminding me about our conversation earlier that morning at breakfast.

"Yeah... I did say that," I laughed, nodding my head.

"So? Why don't you let me show you what all the boys love? C'mon, one blowjob and that game is all yours."

I bowed my head, trying to figure out if this was really a good idea or not. Jenna didn't wait for an answer anymore. She backed away from me, across the living room and stopped in front of the couch. She hooked her thumbs on the sides of her shorts, and slowly pulled them down. I could see the bulge in her panties from her cock, and I watched as one hand slipped under them and started stroking herself.

The other hand slid up under her shirt to tease her breasts, while she continued stroking her cock for me. Then, she slowly pulled down her panties as well, stepping out of them and parting her legs. Her massive cock sprang free, standing at full attention and she grasped it again, stroking it a little faster now. She sat down on the couch and winked at me. 

"It ain't gonna suck itself baby," she said seductively.

Finally, I caved... I couldn't believe it... but I caved. I stood up from the recliner, and slowly walked across the living room towards the couch. Nervously, I got down on my knees in front of her and took a deep shaky breath.

"Don't be so nervous," she said, "you're gonna love it."

I leaned in close, and could feel the heat coming from her shaft against my face. I inhaled the musky aroma, and felt myself getting a little harder now. I opened my mouth, and she grabbed my head, forcing my mouth down over her cock. I gagged as she hit the back of my throat and started moving my head up and down over her dick. 

In and out of my throat, her giant dick slid, causing me to gag and slurp. Spit ran down my chin and over her balls and Jenna moaned loudly as she fucked my mouth.

"Oh, fuck baby... that's nice," she said softly.

She let go of my head, and allowed me to take control. Struggling to overcome my gag reflex, I started sucking, bobbing my head up and down and slowly managing to take more and more. 

"So how does it taste Jake?" she asked. 

I backed off, gasping for air and looking up at her. I took hold of her dick and started stroking, as I tried to think about what I was actually doing at the moment.

"It's... um... good," I admitted.

"Yeah? See, what did I say? You were going to love it!"

I leaned in, taking her back into my mouth and started sucking again. This time, I managed to move all the way down, taking her entire length deep into my throat. I was impressed with myself, but as I was about to come back up for air, her hand moved over my head again and forced me down, keeping me there. I gagged, and then she grabbed my nose and pinched it keeping me from breathing for a few moments. When she let go of my nose, I pulled up for air immediately, and gasped. Spit running down my chin, my eyes watering; I must have looked like some slutty girl in one of those really crazy porn videos.

I moved back in, taking her in my mouth for the third time. This time, she allowed me to work it on my own again. I picked up the pace, sucking faster and stroking at the same time. Jenna started to moan, louder and louder and I could feel her cock starting to get bigger in my mouth, if that were even possible.

I knew what was coming... well... SHE was cumming.

"Jake...oh, Jake...oh FUCK!"

She cried out, pushing my head down again and lifting her ass up off of the couch cushion. Her balls pressed up against my chin, and her cock exploded deep in my throat, pumping what felt like a gallon of thick, warm cum down my gullet.

I swallowed it all, barely managing to taste any of it and she sighed, letting herself sink back into the cushions again as her orgasm started to slowly fade. Once she had finished, her dick started to go flaccid, slipping out of my mouth. I sat there, breathing heavy, my face flushed and a bit sweaty. Jenna gave me a pat on the head and leaned in to kiss me on the lips.

"You did really good Jake, I'm very impressed."

"Thanks," I said, still just a little out of breath.

I moved over, and Jenna stood up and stretched. She walked to the bathroom, leaving me there to think about what had just happened. After she emerged from the bathroom, she walked back over towards me, her giant cock swinging back and forth between her legs. She leaned over me, her cock right up in my face again, to breathe in her scent once more. She grabbed her panties, and slipped back into them, followed by her shorts.

"Well, a deal's a deal. I'm going to go get you that game now."

"Holy shit... really?"

"Hell yeah, I mean... I promised, didn't I?"

"Yeah," I laughed. "I just sort of thought you were only saying that to get me to suck your dick... I didn't know you-"

"Jake, I was horny and yes I definitely wanted to get off. But I keep my promises. I'll be back in about half an hour," she said, walking towards the door.

Once she had left the apartment, I pulled myself up onto my feet and stretched, as Jenna had just done. I walked to the kitchen, and grabbed a bottle of water, washing down the taste of her cock that still lingered on my breath. I sat down at the kitchen table, and started thinking about what had just occurred... all for a damn video game, too. I pondered the fact that I had actually been pretty turned on the whole time I was going down on her. That my own dick had been as hard as hers. That I had actually come to realize that I was pretty good at sucking dick... who would have ever thought that about me?

What did it all mean though... what did it make me?

I brushed it off, deciding not to obsess over it too much longer. That wouldn't get me very far anyway, even if I did. I told myself it was only a blowjob. Just one blowjob. But the problem was, I had liked giving it and part of me wondered if it was going to remain a onetime thing or not.

I decided to take a shower, and try to forget about it all. I stripped out of my clothes, went into the bathroom and turned on the shower water. After letting it warm up, I got inside and relaxed.

Ten minutes later, as I was getting out of the shower, I could hear movement in the living room... Jenna must be home.

Excited for the new game, I reached for my towel to dry myself off when the bathroom door swung open, and there was Jenna. She had a full view of my totally naked body, dripping wet from the shower, and I just stood there shocked that she had walked right in without knocking.

"Hey there sexy," she said, obviously impressed by what she saw.

"Uh... Jenna... do you mind?"

"Hm?"

I held up the towel, trying to indicate to her that I wanted a little privacy, but she just laughed, leaning against the door frame. 

"Your game is on the kitchen table," she said, reaching her hand into her shorts again to stroke herself.

"Right," I said, wrapping the towel around myself. 

"Thank you... I really do appreciate you doing that for me."

"Oh? Well... why not show me how much you appreciate it?"

I chuckled, thinking maybe she was kidding, but, I could tell by that familiar look on her face that she was serious. Standing there staring at me seductively, biting her lower lip in anticipation. 

"Take your pants off," I said, barely even realizing what I had just said, until the words left my mouth. I was shocked at myself, but it was too late, as Jenna slid out of her shorts and panties once again.

I sat down on the toilet, after putting the lid down, and Jenna moved further into the bathroom until she was standing over me. Here I was, getting ready to suck her cock... for the second time in the same day. What was happening to me? I was really starting to come under her spell. 

I leaned in, taking her dick right in my mouth without hesitation, and started deep throating right off the bat. She groaned, running her hands through my hair as I sucked and stroked. I reached up, under her shirt and started to tease her nipples. She moaned louder, as I gently pinched them and massaged her tits, all the while continuing to work her cock with my mouth. 

It didn't take her very long, before she was moaning and panting, thrusting in and out of my mouth.

Her cock swelled up once more, and she pulled back slightly this time, before exploding. Since she had pulled back slightly this time, it allowed for me to actually taste her cum this time whereas before it had shot straight down my throat. It was a little salty, but almost tasted sweet too if that made any sense. It was actually surprisingly good.




Jenna



As her orgasm began to fade once again, she sighed, pulling her dick from my mouth and smiled down at me.

"That was even better than the first time," she said.

"Thanks," I replied, standing up.

"You know... we could make this... sort of like... a long term thing, if you think you might be open to it anyway."

"What are you talking about," I asked, unsure of what she meant.

"Well... I mean, instead of me having to run out and find some guy at a bar when I'm horny, I have you here under the same roof as me. Maybe I could just come to you whenever I need my dick sucked?"

I laughed, but I knew she meant it like always. I thought about it for a minute or so. To say yes, would mean that I really had come under her spell. Even now, after I had sucked her dick twice, I still couldn't understand how I had gone from being so sure of my sexuality to sucking dick and liking it so much.

"I don't know," I said.

"You're right."

I was surprised, to hear her say that and wondered if she was going to back off, that would be totally unlike her though.

"I have a better idea!"

There it was, I thought, laughing silently.

"Now that you've sucked my dick twice... why don't you let me get a piece of that nice tight little virgin asshole."

"Oh," I said, standing up. I definitely didn't think that was something I was going to be doing.

"I don't think so; that's a little too far for me."

"Think so? C'mon Jake, you've already given me head, why not take it one step further?"

"Jenna, I really don't think that's something I want to do."

She sighed, looking a little frustrated now. 

"Look... why don't you go sit in the living room. 

Let me take a shower, and we'll talk about it more after I come out," she said.

"There's not much to talk about Jenna, I-"

She didn't let me finish that sentence, pushing me out of the bathroom... without my towel... and shutting the door in my face. I sighed, a little annoyed now as I walked out into the living room and sat down on the couch. By now, I had pretty much air dried from my shower, so I didn't really need the towel. I did need to get dressed though. 

I stood up from the couch, and my eyes moved over the bag sitting on the table with my game in it. I had almost forgotten that I had earned myself the copy of Final Fantasy, and walked over to the table to take a look at it.

I ran my hand across the case, thrilled to finally have this game in my possession, and it was all thanks to Jenna. Of course, she never would have gotten it for me if I hadn't done what I did for her. Regardless, I was extremely happy to finally have the game I had wanted for so long now.

I heard the bathroom door open, and saw Jenna step out, completely naked and dripping wet from the shower.

"No towel?" I asked, staring at her full nude body.

"Nope... I don't need one, and neither do you."

"Jenna look, sucking your dick... that was okay. I liked it, but I really don't want to-"

"Shh," she said, coming up to me and placing her finger over my lips to silence me. "I have another deal to make you. Well, I'm not offering to buy you anything this time, but I think it will be fun for both of us."

"Okay? What?"

She stepped into the middle of the living room and smiled at me. "Let's have a good old fashion wrestling match... stark naked!"

I laughed, as she held her arms out at her sides for me to come and join her in the middle of the room. We wrestled all the time, in sort of a friendly kind of way, which was funny, since we weren't even dating, but it was always fun. The only thing was we had never done it naked before. 

That would explain why she had sent me out here without my towel, hoping that I wouldn't get dressed before she came out.

"Why would I do it naked though," I asked.

"Because, it's so much more fun when you're naked."

"Yeah, but I mean... what's your angle here?"

"Well," she said, walking towards me, and leaning against the fridge. "The terms are this... if you win, I'll return the favor you did for me... twice... and I promise it's going to be the best blowjob you have ever had in your life."

I liked the sound of that.

"And if you can beat me in under two minutes, I'll even let you fuck ME in the ass," she said.

Now THAT was a shock; Jenna was a total dominant top. I figured she probably didn't mind sucking cock from time to time, but I never would have thought she'd offer up her ass.

"And if you win?" I asked, wondering what she thought she would possibly get out of all of this.

"Well, isn't it obvious?" she asked. "If I win, then I get a piece of that virgin ass of yours."

Now I saw the angle she was trying to work. I also realized this was a lose-lose battle for me, most likely. Jenna usually always won our little wrestling matches. For one thing she was taller than me, and though I lifted weights too, she was definitely stronger than me too. Now, that didn't mean that I had never won a match with her; it just meant that generally, she was always the one to win. So, the possibility of me beating her was pretty fucking slim. That being said, did I really want to do this? 

"C'mon Jake," she said, for the hundredth time that afternoon. "I know you want a piece of this ass," she said, turning around and bending over for me.

My heart pounding in my chest, I couldn't lie to myself. I had always loved her ass, even though I knew she was a transsexual. Seeing it bent over in front of me, naked, now that was an absolutely beautiful sight. And the idea of being able to have a piece of it? That was even fucking better! It was worth at least trying to win.

"Alright, fine... let's do it."

I felt like I had just signed over my life savings or something. I was going to have to really try hard to win this little match. For one thing, I REALLY didn't know how I felt about her fucking me in the ass. Especially since I was a virgin in that department. On top of that, I REALLY wanted a piece of HER ass.

"Good, let's go then," she said, stepping into position.

Her arms out in front of her, ready to grab, I stepped forward and moved into a similar position. I jumped forward first, which was probably a mistake. In my attempt to grab her, she grabbed me first, spinning me around and throwing me to the floor.

I landed with a thud and she jumped on top of me, grabbing my arms and instantly trying to pin them above my head. I struggled, moving my knees up to push against her and managed to shove her off of me. I got up on my knees, and moved towards her. We grabbed each other this time, both of us trying to push the other off balance. 

Finally though, I managed to push her down, pinning her arms at her sides. I smiled, thinking I had her where I wanted her! I was wrong though. She easily found the flaw in my stance, and slid right out from underneath of me, coming up from behind. She put both hands on my back, and pushed me flat down on the floor. She jumped on my back, and I grunted as she grabbed both arms and tried to pull them behind me.

I groaned, trying to get free and once again managed to flip over. Rolling around on the floor for a few moments, our naked bodies pressing against each other, sweating and panting... it was like we were having sex. She was still a little wet from the shower, and now my skin was wet too from rolling around with her. We rolled over again, her on her back, and my back against her... a pretty awkward position as she had me on top of her. I thought I had her pinned, but I realized that in this position she actually had ME pinned.

As she held me like that, lying on top of her with my back facing her, I felt her cock pressing against my ass. I struggled to get free, and this time it was a little more difficult. I was getting tired, my arms hurting a little too. I managed to break out, one final time, freeing myself from her grasp. Breathing heavy, and getting tired, I moved back slightly to put some space between us.

Jenna smiled at me, and I looked down to see that her cock was hard as a rock. She lunged at me, knocking me over and I landed face first on the floor. It was a good thing that the apartment below us was vacant, or someone might have called the cops by now. 

Pinning me on the floor, face against the carpet, she once again pulled both of my arms behind me. She hooked her legs under mine, keeping me from moving them and pulled hard on one of my arms. She could let my other one go free; it wasn't like I could move from this position with just one arm. 

"Tap out," she shouted.

"Agh... no!"

She pulled harder at my arm and I grunted.

"Tap out," she yelled again, her voice more stern this time.

I still gave no response, and she tightened her grip more pulling harder. It was getting a little painful now, but I wasn't willing to give up just yet.

"Do it," she yelled. "Tap out!"

Still no response.

"Jake... you have to tap out, or you're going to get hurt," she said.

I thought about it, and she was probably right. She had me where she wanted me; I wasn't getting free. The longer I held on like this, the more likely she was to hurt me.

"Tap out!"

"F-fine," I shouted, smacking the floor with my free hand several times. "I tap out, I tap out!"

She immediately released me and my whole body sank into the carpet. She continued to sit on my back though, as I struggled to catch my breath, my arm throbbing. It took a few moments for me to relax, and at that point, I felt Jenna shifting a little. Then, I felt her cock rubbing along my ass crack... reminding me that because I had just lost, that meant she was going to have her way with me now. She was teasing me, rubbing my crack with her dick, probing me gently but not actually pushing into me.

"You're all mine now baby," she said, whispering in my ear. 

I shivered, her hot breath against my neck as she started kissing my neck.

She slid off of me, and I felt her spread my ass cheeks. Then I felt something hot and wet touching my hole; it took a few moments to realize, it was her tongue. This was a day of many firsts, now my first rimjob too. She licked up and down my crack, covering my hole in spit, probing it with her tongue. As she did this, she pulled my cock back between my legs, stroking it for me. Then, she moved her mouth down from my ass and I moaned loudly, as I felt her wrap her warm wet lips around my dick. 

I was surprised, since I had lost the match, that she was still sucking my cock right now.

She sucked on me for a few minutes, before she started to work one of her fingers into my asshole. She continued sucking, while pushing her finger deep into my ass and started moving it in and out. It was a strange sensation to have anything in there, but it wasn't exactly a terrible feeling either. 

I gasped, as I felt her trying to insert another finger, spreading me a little wider. As she pushed two fingers into me, all the way to the knuckles, it started to hurt just a little but still not overwhelming.

"Mm... you know, I have had my eyes on this sweet ass of yours since we first met Jake," she said.

"Really? W-well... why didn't you try to make a move until now?"

She shrugged her shoulders, tilting her head to the side.

"I don't know honey... there was something different about you. All the other guys, they were just pick ups. I got horny, I'd run out and look for someone willing to hook up. I just happened to get a thrill out of picking up boys that claimed to be straight."

"What's so different about me then," I asked, as she continued to work her fingers in and out of my ass.

"I liked you... a lot. I didn't want to do it the wrong way, and scare you off. I didn't want it to be just some random pick up."

I smiled to myself, realizing what she was trying to say. Some part of me had always liked her in that way too, I couldn't deny that. It showed easily too. How we were always getting into those playful wrestling matches, the kinds you would see a boyfriend and girlfriend having. How we were always hanging out together, and how we both felt so comfortable around each other. Sometimes, I'd even find myself feeling a little jealous when I knew she had some guy in the room with her.

"I think you're ready now," I heard her say, behind me.

I felt her fingers slide out of my ass, and she moved over top of me again, laying her body on top of mine. It felt really sensual, to have her bare skin against mine, her big tits poking against my back as she ran her hands up and down my arms. I felt her cock poking at my hole again, and she started probing me, humping me and rubbing it along my crack. I was nervous... very nervous. 

She must have sensed that, because she started kissing me on the neck, to try and relax me a little.

Then, she lifted her hips just a little and I felt the head of her cock pressing against me, no longer in just a probing way. I bit my lip, digging my nails into the carpet as I felt her pushing, until finally it popped right into me. I gasped, trying not to scream as she slid the head into my hole and grunted in my ear.

"So... fucking... tight," she said in my ear.

"Fuck... it hurts," I gasped.

"It's okay baby; it'll stop hurting in a minute," 

she said, kissing the back of my neck.

Slowly, and carefully, she started pushing the rest of her dick into my ass. She took it slow, easing her way deeper and deeper into me, inch by inch, going at my pace. She paid close attention to my actions, using them to judge whether or not I was ready for more. 

Finally, after what felt like forever, Jenna had gotten her entire cock, balls deep inside of me. I had a feeling of fullness back there, a little uncomfortable but for the most part, the pain was starting to subside.

"You alright," she asked.

"Yeah... I think I'm good now."

"Okay baby...I'm going to start moving now, alright?"

"Go ahead."

She pulled back, just slightly and I could feel her moving inside of me. Then, she moved forward, pushing all the way back into me to the hilt. She repeated this, slowly a few times before she started to increase the speed. Soon, she was moving a little faster, pushing me down against the floor as she thrust in and out of my ass. I was starting to really adjust now, and actually enjoy the feeling of her cock sliding in and out of my ass. I moaned, and she took that as a hint that she could let loose now.

And let loose on me she did. She placed both hands over my head, propping herself up on her feet, and started slamming in and out of me. I gasped, moaning louder as she drove her cock as deep as it would go, fucking me harder and faster.

She dropped down on top of me, and I yelled out. She started grinding against me, humping me. Her cock was deeper now than I thought even possible. She continued like that for a few minutes, before pulling out and turning me over onto my back. She lifted my legs all the way up and slipped right back into me. It was a much easier entrance this time, and she wasted no time as she started pounding my ass. In missionary I was looking right up at her as she fucked my ass, and her tits bounced as she did. I reached up, massaging them and she leaned in close so I could suck on them as she fucked me.

"Oh Jake... fuck sweetie... that feels good," she moaned.

I stopped sucking her nipples, and our lips came together and we started making out. Her tongue slid into my mouth, making this whole thing even more sensual. We continued kissing passionately, as she fucked me harder and harder. I felt her swelling up inside of me, stretching me even further and she buried herself to the hilt and exploded.

There was a feeling of something warm and wet flowing inside of me, it was her cum filling my ass all the way up.

When she finished, she collapsed on top of me and we laid there for a few moments. My body was shaking, my hole still squeezing around her cock, keeping it nice and hard. She pulled out of my ass and before I could do anything else, she thrust back into my mouth for the third time that day. She started fucking my throat, and I could taste myself on her dick. 

Once again, she came hard, pumping her load down my throat and I groaned, tasting the thick seed. Finally, she seemed exhausted and collapsed beside me on the floor.

"That, was fucking hot," she said.

"Yeah... it was pretty hot," I said, reaching over and giving her dick a squeeze.

"You have definitely got a magic dick," I said and she laughed.

She looked over at me and sat up, smiling as she noticed that my own cock was still hard as a rock.

"Looks like you're not done," as I followed her look between my legs, "let's fix that, shall we?"

She pushed me onto my back, and leaned in, taking my cock in her mouth and immediately started deep throating. I moaned loud, gyrating my hips and running my hands through her hair as she worked on me vigorously with her lips.

I was just about to cum, when she stopped and smiled up at me.

"I have another idea," she said. "Why don't I let you have a piece of this ass, even though you lost our little match."

"Wait... Jenna... seriously?"

"Yeah, it's actually been on my mind for a while now. I really want to feel you inside of me."

"I mean... okay... if you're sure. Have you ever done this?"

"Yeah, a few times," she said. 

"It's not something I like to do often. It has to be the right person... and I think you're the right person in this case."

It definitely felt nice to know that she trusted me enough to let me fuck her ass. I couldn't fucking wait. She wasn't going to make it that simple though, I realized as she suddenly got up and before I could say anything, she was shoving her ass in my face. I breathed in the scent, moaning as my dick started throbbing and leaking pre-cum. I licked her asshole, tongue fucking it like she had done to mine earlier and getting it nice and wet. 

Meanwhile, she leaned in and swallowed my cock once again...we were in 69 position, me fucking her ass with my tongue while she got my dick nice and slick with her own spit.

This went on for a few minutes, before she stopped sucking and pulled her ass out of my face. I was almost disappointed, but she made up for it when she turned around to face me. She stradled me, lowering her ass down slowly over my cock until the bulbous head was pressing against her hole. 

Jenna's hole was spreading wide for me as my cock pushed deep inside of her. She made a funny face as she worked herself down over my shaft, and my hands moved to her hips.

Once she had lowered herself completely onto me, she started grinding. She was moving up and down, slowly riding me as I held onto her by the hips. Then, she picked up the speed, riding me faster and more rough too. She leaned back, placing both hands on the floor behind her and began riding me like a horse. Bouncing up and down in my lap, her own cock flopping around and slapping against her belly and mine.

"Fuck... Jake... oh yeah... fuck me," she moaned.

I flipped her over onto her back, legs wrapped around me, and started thrusting in and out. She dug her nails into my back, as I slammed in and out, feeling myself starting to get closer and closer. Finally, I slammed deep inside of her, holding myself still and I cried out in pleasure as I erupted, filling her ass with my cum. 

She held me close as I emptied my seed into her ass, and we started making out, tongues wrestling and hands roaming freely.

I pulled out, and laid down next to her and she cuddled up next to me resting her head on my chest. We were both completely spent by this point.

"So," Jenna said finally after a few minutes of silence. 

"What do you say... boyfriend and girlfriend?"

I laughed, my eyes heavy as I tried to keep myself awake a bit longer.

"Sounds good to me," I agreed.



Jenna & Daddy



Jenna's heart was pounding as she walked into the small hall. She carried a plate of cookies in her hand as she surveyed the room. It was her first munch. She had been talking to all these people on the message boards for three months but this was the first time she was jumping in and meeting them.

A smiling brunette wearing a sparkly black corset sat behind a table greeted Jenna. She welcomed her and asked if it was her first time. Jenna nodded and introduced herself. The woman took the fee for the munch and directed her where to drop the dish. 

Jenna walked past the crowd of twenty or so people chatting with one another toward the tables that held the food. She pulled the plastic wrap off her plate and placed it next to the desserts. A rather tall woman nudged her and asked about the cookies. Jenna smiled and told her they were chocolate chip.

She turned and looked for an empty seat among the people that seemed to already be familiar with one another. She spied an empty seat next to a couple that looked to be in their thirties and a silver haired man wearing a leather vest chatting with the couple next to him.

Grabbing a sandwich and some potato chips Jenna bee-lined for the only empty seat she saw. It was in the middle of the table. She excused herself as she walked behind the strangers she didn't know. Each one smiled at her and moved to make her progress easier. They were all very polite.

She quickly planted herself in the only empty seat and introduced herself to the table. The couple smiled at her and said it was a great munch to join. The lady across from her talked about how its her favorite munch group. Jenna turned to the man next to her and smiled warmly.

"Hi. I am Jenna. I go by LittleBabyGirl22 on the boards."

He returned her smile. "Gary. SilverDaddyDevil."

Jenna felt the heat rise in her cheeks. She remembered his name. He had commented on a few of her things. He was very sweet but had a devious side. She took a small bite of her sandwich and nodded.

Covering her mouth while she chewed she replied. "I think we have posted together before."

He nodded. "Indeed we have."

"It's a pleasure to meet you in person finally."

"The pleasure is all mine." There was a glint in his eye. 

Jenna tried to dismiss it as she munched on a potato chip. She and Gary talked the entire night. He became her safety blanket. She felt comfortable around him. 

As she giggled at a joke that Gary made she realized that she was flirting. She had never been attracted to someone so much older than her before, but there was something about Gary that put her at ease. He had slid his arm around the back of her chair and pulled her closer to him at some point. She hadn't noticed this until it was nearly time for the munch to end. 

When the munch ended, and everyone was thanked for attending, the group began to clean up after themselves. Jenna found that she and Gary stuck to one another. Talking to him was easy. She enjoyed their banter. She didn't want the munch to end. 

"Well, its that time. May I walk you to your car?"

"Please. I would very much enjoy that."

Gary placed his hand on the small of her back and led her toward the door. They walked through the parking lot and continued to chat. She gestured toward her car and Gary walked with her toward it.

With her key in her hand, Jenna turned, her back to the car to say goodbye to Gary.

He looked in her eyes and pushed a bit of her auburn hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. His light blue eyes glittered again. Jenna licked her lips. She realized she wanted him to kiss her.

"You are beautiful babygirl."

Blushing, "Thank you Sir."

He smiled and his hand came up to her jaw. He held her face in one hand and ran his thumb over her bottom lip. "I would like to see you again."

"I would like that."

He leaned down and brought his face close to hers. It was inches from hers. His other hand snaked around her waist. Jenna held her breath, as her body shivered being so close to him.

"I know you would."

He pressed his lips against hers tenderly. The kiss was soft and skilled. His years of experience were so evident in the kiss. Her body melted against his. She brought her arms up and wrapped them around his shoulders.

Gary broke the kiss and pulled away just enough to make eye contact with her. "Be a good little girl and give me your number."

Jenna nodded and recited her number for him. He laughed and pulled back from her. Taking his cell phone from his pocket he asked her to say it again slowly. Jenna, blushing at her foolishness, waited for him to be ready and then recited her phone number again.

A week later, after lots of text messages, late night calls, naughty exchanges, some sexting, and one night of guided masturbation, Jenna was getting dressed for her first date with Gary. He would be taking her to a late movie. 

Spinning in the mirror Jenna was proud of what she had selected to wear to hang out with Gary. She wore a pale pink skirt that flared but only came to her mid-thigh. She wore a cute white sweater with a deep V neck. She had on matching pale pink thong panties and bra with little roses on it. She wore knee-high white socks and black Maryjane's. To complete the look she braided her auburn hair in pigtails. 

Sitting in her car outside the movie theater Jenna became self-conscious of her outfit. She and Gary had spoken in great length about their fantasies. She had told him about her desire for a strong male figure in her life. He had told her about how he liked to not only discipline his girls but also spoil them.

The knock on her driver side window startled her. Gary was outside her car wearing a brown bomber jacket. Blushing, Jenna opened the door and climbed out. Gary smiled wide when he saw her outfit.

"Thought maybe you were thinking of standing me up."

"What? No never. I just. I didn't know if this. I - " Jenna stammered.

He chuckled and embraced her tightly in a hug. She immediately felt more comfortable. There was just something about him that put her at ease. 

Breaking their hug, he stepped back, letting his hands trail down her arms until he was holding both her hands. He looked up and down more obviously; the smile on his face grew. The sparkle in his eye was back.

"Babygirl you look fabulous."

She smiled and blushed. "Thank you Sir."

He tilted his head and snaked his arm around her waist pulling her close against him. "Something tells me you want to call me something different."

Jenna lowered her eyes. She had made mention of calling him something different during their sexting sessions. She had also actually called him that while he guided her on how to touch herself the other evening. She just wasn't sure she could call him that in person.

"Don't be shy now babygirl."

"Daddy." She murmured.

Gary trailed his hand down her waist and gripped her ass tightly. He kissed her bottom lip. "Good girl."

Her bald pussy twitched as he continued to fondle her ass with his hand. She closed her eyes and pressed her body against his. She could feel the heat rising between her legs and her nipples hardening. 

Gary brought his other hand around and firmly grasped her other ass cheek. He was squeezing one cheek and then the other. He pushed her chest against her car but pulled her ass forward. 

"Very good girl." He stated hearing the soft moan come from her.

"Thank you Daddy."

"Feels good, doesn't it, to call me that."

"Yes Daddy."

"Good girl." Gary leaned down again and kissed her harder. 

This time his mouth was hungry. He kissed her with a purpose. He kissed her passion. Her knees buckled while his hands continued to explore her ass. As he kneaded her flesh he lifted her skirt, exposing her nearly naked ass to the parking lot. 

Jenna shivered as her flesh met the cool metal of her car. His tongue darted into her mouth and expertly explored her. She moaned into his mouth as he continued to claim her and pulled her ass cheeks apart. The string of her thong slipped deeper between her ass cheeks.

Breaking the kiss, leaving Jenna practically breathless Gary looked her in the eye. "Do you really thing we need a movie?"

"No Daddy."

"You are a naughty girl aren't you?"

"Yes Daddy."

"Meeting old men in the parking lot, dressing slutty, you are a naughty girl."

Jenna pouted. "Yes Daddy."

Quickly he spun her. Jenna gasped. He pushed her down and instructed her to put her hands on the car. He pulled her hips and kicked her legs apart. Jenna's heart pounded in her chest. 

The parking lot was nearly empty but there were still cars around. The movie had started a few minute ago. She felt the cool air as he lifted her skirt. She lowered her head. She knew what he was about to do and it was driving her crazy.

"Naughty girls get spankings."

"Yes Daddy."

Jenna coo'ed as Gary began to run his hand over the flesh of her right ass cheek. It was as if he was smoothing her skin. She yelped as his hand came down with a swift swat. The heat rose in her ass and her clit twitched. He spanked her right ass cheek twenty times. Each swat hurt more, the sting rising as he repeatedly hit the same spot over and over. She was whimpering, feeling a welt rise on her skin when he had finished.

"That looks much better. A nice red ass on the babygirl. Thank Daddy like a good girl."

"Thank you Daddy for correcting me."

"Good girl."

Taking her hand, Gary spun her again. She was facing him and he pulled her against him once more. Covering her mouth with his own he kissed her deeply. She moaned into him, her pussy on fire, begging to be touched after he spanked her.

As if he could read her mind, Gary's older, knowing hand, slipped between her still spread thighs and slipped behind the lacy thong. He ran his finger p and down over her slit. She shivered as he teased her.

"So wet," he whispered as he kissed from her mouth, over her cheek, toward her ear, "naughty girl all wet for an old man."

"Yes Daddy, for you." She stated breathily.

"You're such a good girl to get wet for Daddy. Daddy likes that."

Placing his hands on her shoulders he lowered her to her knees in the parking lot. She looked around before she stared at his crotch. She could see the outline of his erection through his pants. She licked her lips. She had never wanted to suck a cock more in her life.

"Ask nicely like a good girl."

"Please Daddy. Please can I kiss your cock Daddy."

"Yes you may babygirl."

Jenna undid Gary's fly and reached inside his pants. She was delighted to find him rock hard for her. His eight veiny inches in her hand, outside his pants, she kissed the tip of his cock. She licked at the pearl of pre-cum coming from his slit. It was salty goodness.

She let her tongue run down his full length hearing him moan she smiled. She looked up at him and saw that he was intently watching her. Jenna opened her mouth and sucked his entire length down. Her throat opened and welcomed him. Her throat spasmed slightly hugging his cock. He groaned and his eyes rolled back as he took her braids in his hands.

"Good girl, take it all. Show Daddy what a good girl you are."

Jenna moaned as she began to slide her head back and forth slowly over his cock. She took his entire length and then slide all the way back. She flicked her tongue against his spongy tip before swallowing it back down again. Jenna turned her head slightly in corkscrew motion as she bobbed up and down on his member.

Gary tightened his grip on her braids and began to move her back and forth. He was now controlling the speed and depth she took his cock. She groaned on him while he pumped into her throat. 

He let out a loud howl and pulled her head back against his pelvis. Gary thrust hard and deep into her throat. She felt his cock swelling more and more in her throat. It was blocking her airway. Her eyes began to tear, her nose was running, and drool was dripping down her chin. She was sure he was about to cum.

Gary pulled her back and gasped. "Such a good babygirl, but I need to sample you get up."

Pulling her braids he pulled her off her knees. She was surprised she didn't get his cum in her mouth but was glad to be off her knees. He dragged her to the front of her car and bent her over. Jenna was breathing heavily herself, so turned on by Gary's take charge attitude.

"You ready for me babygirl?"

"Yes Daddy please Daddy. Please fuck me Daddy."

Without hesitation, Gary drove his cock inside her. It was light white lightening and Jenna screamed. Holding her braids Gary pumped hard. His cock stretched out her asshole. He had pushed himself hard and swift into her ass. 

"You are mine now babygirl. You belong to me. I am your Daddy."

Whimpering as her chest pressed against the hood of her car she nodded. "Yes Daddy. I am yours. I am your babygirl now."

"I am claiming your ass. Its mine. All of you. Do you understand?"

"Yes Daddy."

Gary's hand released her pigtail long enough to swat her untouched left ass cheek. Jenna let out another howl and he continued to pump in and out. Her pussy was on fire, her clit was pulsing. She was so turned on. He knew everything about her. He knew what made her tick.

Gary growled with a final thrust she felt him spurt his load deep in her bowels. She felt him shudder and groan as the final spurts sprayed deep inside her. 

With a final slap he pulled his cock out of her ass. "Good girl." 

Gary tucked himself inside his pants. Jenna was still panting on the hood of the car. She was about to raise herself up when she felt his hands between her spread thighs. Gary's talented fingers pushed inside her channel roughly.

"Babygirl so wet after getting her ass fucked."

"Mmmm yes by my Daddy."

He chuckled. "So naughty letting an old man fuck you in a parking lot babygirl."

"Aahhh," he pressed a third finger inside her and began to wiggle them around, tickling her g-sport. "Yyyyeeesss Daddy. I'm naughty."

With his free hand, Gary began to spank her left ass cheek. Each time he brought his hand down she squealed and he thrust his fingers deeper inside her. Jenna had never felt more slutty or more controlled in her life. 

"Good girl, take your spankings from your Daddy."

His hand came down more than thirty times and she was about to explode she was so turned on. He withdrew his fingers and pinched her swollen clit. 

"You will ask Daddy nicely when you want to cum like a good girl won't you?"

"Yes god yes Daddy please. Please." Jenna begged.

Gary laughed as he rolled her clit between her fingers. He pinched and pulled her sensitive nubbin. "Not yet babygirl."

"Please Daddy please."

He continued to pull and pinch harder and harder. With his other hand he drove three fingers inside her. She could feel her pussy clenching around his fingers. She bucked back, pushing herself against him to get more inside her. Jenna moaned loudly and didn't care if anyone saw her anymore. She needed to cum.

"Beg me babygirl. You can do better than that."

"Please Daddy please. Please Daddy may your babygirl cum. Please Daddy your babygirl has been so good Daddy please."

"You have been a good girl, but then again you were naughty. You canceled our movie date to fuck an old man in the parking lot."

Jenna whined. "No Daddy, no. Please please please. Daddy you fucked me. Daddy I can't hold it please Daddy."

He chuckled at her need. "Okay little girl. You have been good. You can cum for Daddy. Thank Daddy as you cum."

Her body trembled and she groaned loudly. He forced one more finger inside her and she exploded. Jenna could feel the wetness coming from her, dripping down her thighs as the waves rolled over her. Her orgasm caused her to spasm and jerk on the hood of her car with Gary's hand in her pussy.

"Thank you Daddy."



Jenna and I



My sister and I weren't really close, we just didn't have that much in common.  She was three years older than me, and we never talked.  I did, however, fantasize about her a lot.  She was a gorgeous blonde with a great body and full rack.  She kept it hidden though, for the most part.

She had gotten in trouble a few years ago for having sex with a guy at a party.  Our parents were very strict when it came to sex, and they didn't even want us to kiss on the first date.  I had never been on a date before, but my sister Jenna had dated plenty of guys.  I knew she was the kind of girl who'd not only kiss on the first date but probably do a lot of other things too.  One time I found a condom in her purse by accident, but I didn't say anything.

One night I heard Jenna crying in her room, after our parents had gone to bed.  It was after midnight, and I had got up to go to the bathroom.  Jenna had been out on a date, her first in almost a year.  When I heard her crying, I was worried that maybe the guy had done something to her.  So I knocked lightly on the door and opened it.

Jenna was sitting on her bed in her underwear.  Her dress was on the floor, and she barely looked up at me as I walked in.  When I realized she was almost naked, I stumbled a bit.

"Oh, sorry," I said nervously.  "I heard you crying, and I was worried."

She stopped crying and smiled a little.  "I'm fine, just a bad night."

"What happened?" I asked, closing her door behind me.

It didn't seem to bother Jenna that we were both in our underwear.  She wiped her eyes and scooted over on her bed, making room for me to sit.  I felt a little nervous sitting so close to her in her panties and bra, but she was obviously distraught over something.

"I went to a movie with this guy," she began, "and afterwards we started making out in his car.  Then things started heating up, and he wanted me to suck his dick."

This was a little more personal than I was expecting, but Jenna seemed fine discussing her sexual encounter.  I did find all of this kind of sexy though, sitting here in our underwear talking about sex.  I was a little worried that if I got an erection, I wouldn't be able to hide it.

"I haven't had any kind of sex for over a year," she continued, "so I went ahead and did it."

For some reason, that got me hard really fast.  It must have been the mental image of my sister sucking someone off.  I shifted a bit and covered my lap with my hands.

"After he was finished, I wanted him to go down on me.  Then the fucker gave me this look, like it was the most disgusting thing he had ever heard, and drove me home without saying anything.  Like it was okay for me to do that to him, but he was too good to lick my pussy."

Now I was really hard, and I wasn't sure I would be able to disguise my arousal.  My dick bulged inside my boxer shorts, and I hoped Jenna was too distracted to notice.

Jenna shook her head.  "I was really looking forward to getting off, I guess it just frustrated me that I gave the asshole what he wanted but I didn't get anything in return."

I didn't say anything, and Jenna's eyes slowly traveled down my body until I saw her stare at my crotch.  I was so embarrassed, she must have seen my dick tenting through my boxers.  But her face didn't change.  After a few seconds, she looked back up at me.

"This feels kind of nice," she said with a smile.  "Just sitting here, in our underwear."

Was she kidding?  Now I found myself looking at her rather full breasts, and even trying to sneak a peek at her crotch.  I think she knew what I was doing, but she seemed to like it.  And I don't mean in a naughty way.  She felt really comfortable with me sitting here with her.

"Have you ever been with a girl?" she asked.

I shook my head.  "Never even seen one naked before."

I didn't say that to be lewd or suggestive, it just seemed to fit the casual setting.  Jenna smiled.

"Really?"  She seemed surprised.  "I know Mom and Dad don't ever want us to have sex, it seems like.  But I think everyone should be able to have sex whenever they want."

"When's the last time you had sex?" I asked.

"About two years ago.  I've done other stuff though, I even tried having sex with one of my girlfriends."

That really turned me on.  I didn't do too much to hide my erection anymore, it seemed like Jenna was fine with it.

"Really?" I asked.

"It was kind of a fluke, though.  We were both drunk, and she dared me to lick her pussy.  I did, and kept doing it until she orgasmed.  She tried to do it for me too, but we were too groggy to really get into it."

"Wow, that sounds really hot."

Jenna smiled devilishly, eyeing my boxers.  "I can tell you liked it."

I blushed a little.  "Hey, come on.  What do you expect?  We're sitting here talking about sex, and I'm a young guy."

"It's okay."  Jenna thought for a minute, and then her smile widened.  "Do you want to have some fun?"

It was the words I had always wanted to hear.  I swallowed nervously.

"Huh?"

"Let's get naked," she said.  "We won't do anything, we'll just sit and talk, but we'll both be naked.  You can ask me more about sex if you want."

It sounded great, and before I could say anything I had my boxers down to my ankles.  I sat on the bed with my legs crossed, my erect penis in full view.  Jenna unhooked her bra and slid it off her shoulders.  Her breasts were wonderful, just as full and firm as I had imagined them.  Her nipples were a bit erect, probably because she was more turned on than she let on.  She pulled her panties off and kicked them to the floor.  We both sat on her bed naked, facing each other.

We didn't say anything at first, we just sat there staring at each others' naked bodies.  Jenna was glued to my dick, and I couldn't decide if I wanted to stare at her breasts or her neatly trimmed pussy.  After a while, our eyes met and we both laughed.

"This is nice," Jenna said.

I had to admit, though I was aroused, it felt really comfortable.  Then Jenna uncrossed her legs and spread them apart, giving me an obscene view of her crotch.

"Spread your legs too," she said.  "Let's be totally open with each other."

I complied, and opened my legs up, giving her a complete view.  We were only a few feet apart, so she rested her legs on top of mine.  We just stared at each other for what seemed like a few minutes.  We didn't touch each other, except for our legs.  After a while, Jenna ran her hand over my leg, causing me to jump a little.

She giggled.  "This feels nice."

I nodded.  "I like it too."

"So, what do you want to know about sex?"

I thought for a moment, wondering how I could advance this wonderful situation.

"Do you like giving guys blowjobs?"

Jenna seemed amused by the question.  "Probably as much as the guy who's getting it."

"Really?"

"I love the feel of a big hard dick in my mouth.  And I especially love how it feels when he starts to cum, and his dick throbs and gets just a little bit bigger, and then his warm gooey cum shoots into the back of my throat."

I couldn't believe how graphic she was, she really loved sex.  Her hand traveled up my leg and to my thigh, but she couldn't reach any farther.  I stroked her leg, going right for her thigh.  I massaged her inner thigh, and she moaned.

"Oh god, I can't believe how horny I am."

I felt like I had died and gone to heaven when she said that.  She let me rub her wherever she wanted, and I almost reached her hip, but she stopped me.

"Do you remember what I said about how everyone should be able to have sex whenever they wanted?"

I nodded.

"I think that if we both want to have sex, we should be able to do it with each other."

I nodded again, almost busting with excitement at where this was going.

"Once we start," Jenna said, "we can't finish until it's over, okay?"

I had a sudden surge of sexual energy, and I answered her by sitting up and peeking my head down between her legs.  She shivered as my tongue made contact with her cunt.  Eating Jenna's pussy was better that I had expected.  She was almost sweet, but I was too distracted by her reactions to my tongue to pay attention to how she tasted.  She squirmed and writhed about, holding my head against her crotch.

It surprised me that it didn't take long before she climaxed.  She must have been more worked up than she looked.  She arched her back and her legs closed around my head, and she made small humping motions throughout her orgasm.  After it was over, she was breathing heavier and smiling down at me.

"That was great," she said.  "You're good at that."

I just smiled, staring at her glistening body.  She was absolutely gorgeous.  She pushed me on my back, and I knew what was coming.  I tried my best to keep myself under check as her head dipped down to my lap.  As soon as her warm, wet mouth enveloped my penis, I felt my loins stir.  Her hand wrapped around my shaft and she very lightly jacked me off while she sucked on me.

It was too much for me, and I couldn't hold back.  I managed to grunt to let her know I was about to cum, and she just smiled as she continued blowing me.  I groaned and my whole body started tingling as my orgasm built up.  When I started spurting cum into her mouth, my eyes rolled back into my head.  I twitched beneath her, filling her mouth with my cum.

After it was over, I had to catch my breath.  Jenna looked up at me but continued sucking gently on my dick.  She was so loving with her movements.  Finally she sat up, and playfully stuck her cum-filled tongue out at me.  We laughed, and then she surprised me by swallowing all of it.

At this point, I wanted Jenna more than anything in the world.  I had to fuck her.  of course, she was way ahead of me.  She got on top of me and straddled my cock, rubbing it against her pussy lips.  She smiled at me and very slowly sank down onto me.  It was agonizingly slow, and it drove me wild.  Finally, after what seemed like forever, I was all the way inside of her.

We sat there like that for a few minutes, not saying anything.  I could feel her tightening her vaginal walls around my penis, massaging me with her pussy.  I put my hands on her hips and began thrusting softly into her.  She met my rhythm, and we started to really get into it.  Jenna's breathing became erratic, and she started sweating.  I ran my fingers between her breasts, where a few droplets of perspiration had formed.

Suddenly she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.  It was a passionate, tongue-filled kiss that took me by surprise.  It made it seem like we were making love instead of just fucking.  After a good ten minutes of this, after Jenna had cum twice, I was a little worn out.  So she let me relax while she did all the work.

She moved her hips around on top of me, tugging at my dick with her pussy and driving me crazy with her sensual movements.  She had another orgasm, and I felt like I was close behind her.  Before I could say anything, she seemed to know I was about to cum.

"Are you ready to cum in my pussy?" she asked softly.

I nodded, surprised that she wanted me to.

"Relax and let it come," she said.  "Whenever you're ready, just shoot off inside of me."

Our eyes locked together as I began thrusting up into her, both of us seeking only my release.  She tightened her pussy and ground into me, keeping me buried inside of her.  I could tell this was going to be the most intense orgasm of my life.  I held her hips tightly against me, and let out a groan as I thrust into her and let myself go.

It felt amazing, letting my cum ejaculate into Jenna.  She seemed even more turned on by it than me.  I could barely force myself to look at her face while I shot endlessly into her pussy.  When I was finally finished, we were both silent for a while.  Jenna stared at me and couldn't stop smiling.  She ran her hand down my chest, stroking me while she rocked against me gently.

"How was it?" she asked.

"Unbelievable," I said, touching her breasts.

"Mom and Dad can never find out."

"No way."

We stayed like that for most of the night, and even though I stayed hard inside of her, I was too exhausted to have sex again.  Jenna just liked the feel of my cock inside of her.  She let me explore her breasts, and I touched and squeezed them until I was thoroughly satisfied.  But eventually I had to go to bed.  Our parents could never find out, no one could.  What had happened, and what was sure to happen many more times, was just between Jenna and I.



Jenna & Jason



"Hi Mom," Jenna and Jason called out in unison as they scrambled through the back door into the kitchen. They saw a plate of fudge brownies and two tall glasses of ice cold milk waiting for them on the table. 

Jenna looked over at Jason as licked her lips, "YUMMM! Brownies!" 

Jason reciprocated with an astounding, "All Right! Mom's brownies are the best!"

Jenna looked over at her brother. He was only 9 months older than her but they looked like twins. Because of how there birthdays fell they were in the same grade in school. They were both seniors this year. Jason was already the tallest boy in school at 6' 8". He was the star basketball player and had girls throwing themselves after him all the time. He had coal black hair with the latest stylish cut. One of his best features was his eyes. They were an aqua blue. Girls said they could get lost in Jason's eyes. Jenna knew how striking the black hair and aqua eyes were because she also had that same combination. Guys would comment on her looks all the time. Jason was well built. He worked out in the school gym every day. He could take any guy any day and win. With all that, he was even on the honors list and tutored on the side. Jenna tried to hook Jason up with some of her friends, but he never took her up on it. He did not date much. He said it was because he was always too busy; he had his eye set on medical school.

They sat there and devoured every last crumb of brownie and washed it down with the milk. They loved brownies. There mom baked them on Fridays for the kids as a reward for working so hard during the week. They cleared the table and set to work on their homework. 

Jason helped Jenna with her math. Jenna was smart but needed a little extra help in the math and science areas. She too was on the honor list. Jason got a whiff of Jenna's perfume and noticed it was different. 

"Jenna, what perfume are you wearing? It is a nice scent." He asked.

"I'm not for sure. Today after gym my bottle got dropped and Sue shared hers with me." She answered.

While Jenna worked out her math sets, Jason sat back in his chair and looked at Jenna. "Why can't I find a girl like Jenna?" he thought to himself. His sister was the perfect combination he always looked for and could never find. She was beautiful. She had raven colored hair with soft natural curls that flowed down to the top of her ass. He was about 5'6" and had a knockout figure. She was funny, smart, and supportive of him. All his friends along with every other guy in school drooled over her. Jason would never hook her up with his friends. He told them that it would be too weird and he would have to kill them if they hurt his 'little' sister. Jenna did not date much and when she did she had Jason go along on a double date that she would arrange. 

"Jason, how about we go down to the beach tomorrow?" Jenna asked hopefully.

"Hey yeah, that sounds great." He answered. "Let's get our homework done and go watch the scary movie marathon that is on tonight. Want to?"

"OHHH, Jason that sounds fun. I'll get the popcorn and pop and you can make the sandwiches."

Jason loved to see her all happy. Jason never could figure out why he felt so connected to Jenna. He always chalked it up to him being protective of her like any big brother should be.

"Jason, get the throw blanket ready while I set the channel."

"You guys all set for your night of fright?" their mother joked from the middle of the stairs that led to the basement.

"Yes! Why don't you watch with us momma?" Jenna pleaded. 

Jessie, their mother, had never dated that they could remember since their father had died. They did not remember their father. He had died when Jenna was only 6 months old and all they new was their mother had loved him very much. They had one family photo that was on the fireplace mantle upstairs. 

Their father was handsome. They got their black hair from their father and their eyes from their mother. It pained their mother too much to speak about their father so they brought him up.

"No, I have work to do. You know deadlines are not forgiving. Ha. You guys enjoy yourselves though." With that their mother turned and went back up the stairs.

Jenna the Jason loved to share the love seat recliner when watching movies. They could sit side by side and share the throw blanket and snacks without having to get up. They settled back as the movie began.

Since Jason's last growth spurt this past summer he has found the recliner a bit difficult to fit into without sitting sideways. That was impossible to do with Jenna sharing it with him. He fidgeted a bit. Jenna got a bit concerned at his constant fidgeting. 

"Jason, do you want me to sit over on the couch so you can stretch out?" 

"No," Jason answered. He liked sharing it was just a bit cramped.

"I tell you what, why don't you lie down and curl up sideways and I will sit down in the crook of your legs."

"Are you sure that won't make you uncomfortable?" he asked.

"No, Jason, not at all."

So they readjusted themselves. By the second movie Jason had sat up with his long legs stretched out diagonally with Jenna snuggled up under the throw with a pillow in his lap. She had fallen asleep. He did not want to wake her so he tried to shift his weight a little to maneuver out from under her. Her hand instinctively tucked up under the pillow. It stopped him in his tracks because that meant her hand was now pressing against his cock. He was ashamed at his body's response to her touch, but he could not move. He began to grow hard. He should not feel this way, should he? His senses seemed to be on high. He could feel her breasts against his leg. They rubbed his leg with every breath she took. She stretched a little and shifted. When she stretched her hand rubbed the length of his cock. He grew instantly rock hard. He had to shift. It woke her up and she sat up.

Jenna playfully hit Jason on the arm, "Why did you let me fall asleep silly? We are supposed to be watching the marathon together!" He just shrugged and said, "I knew you would not sleep long. I would not have let you miss any thing good." He grinned at her a little uneasily. 

She scooted over to the edge of the couch and curled up her legs. "Jason, why don't you curl up over here and lay on my lap so you have somewhere to hang your legs." 

"OK." She answered. He was grateful to be able to have the throw to cover the huge bulge in his jeans. He soon regretted the move though. He could feel her tits brush his head when she breathed or jumped at a scary part. She reached over and grabbed his hand and buried her face into his hair during one scary part. When the scene was over he did not let go of her hand. She seemed ok to leave it there. He rolled over onto his back so that he could talk to her. Now her tits were brushing his check. God he was hard. 

"Jenna, what are we going to do after school is out?"

"What do you mean Jason?"

"Well when summer is over I'll be off to college and so will you. Are we going to go to the same college?"

"I don't know Jason," she said. She looked down at him with a sad expression. "I had not thought of that. We have never been apart. You have always protected me. I was planning on going to Harvard Law School. Have you heard back from Harvard yet?"

"Not yet. I am really hoping to go to their medical school."

"Well don't worry silly. When you get accepted we will be going to the same place. We will still be together." Jenna smiled down at him. He looked so worried about it all that she bent down and kissed his forehead. "Jason, I would not go anywhere if it meant you were not there."

Jason reached up and cupped Jenna's face in his hand, "Thanks Jenna. You are the best sister in the world and you are growing into an incredible woman."

Jenna blushed. "Oh Jason, you have to say that, you're my brother!"

"Jenna, I am not just saying it because I am your brother. I am saying it as a man looking at a woman. You have so many fabulous qualities. To just name a few you are brilliant, your drop dead gorgeous, and you love scary movies!" He grinned at her.

"You really think so Jason?"

"Yes! I do."

"Then why don't I get asked out? You are gorgeous yourself, why don't you ever date?" Jenna asked him.

"I don't know. No girl has ever been able to match up."

"Match up to whom?" Jenna asked curiously.

"Never mind" he evaded.

They turned there attention back to the movie. Jason was watching the movie when he felt Jenna begin to rub his temples. "Jason, you look like you have a headache. Does this feel good? It should help."

"Yes Jenna that feels good. I do have a bit of a headache." He moved his head so that she could rub his temples. 

Jenna absently rubbed Jason's temples while she watched the movie. She quietly sucked in her breath when she felt Jason's hot breath on her tits. He had fallen asleep. Her nipples responded by getting hard and standing out. His breath was continued to torture her nipples. "Oh My God, how can I be reacting this way?" she thought. She tried to shift a little but he was too heavy. She was trapped. His hot breath felt so good. She quietly reached up under her shirt and tweaked a nipple to relieve some of the pain. 

Jason woke up when Jenna tried to shift positions, but he did not let on. E liked her rubbing his hair and when he woke he could feel her nipples pressing into his cheek. He realized that he had been breathing right onto her tit. He did not move his head. He felt her moving a little and realized she was playing with her nipples. God he got excited again. He knew it was wrong to feel this way. Jason was so turned on by her. She was playing with her nipples so she had to be a bit turned on too. He decided to take a chance.

Jason opened his mouth and carefully closed them down on Jenna's nipple through her shirt. Jenna could not hide the gasp as she felt his hot mouth come down on her nipple. She knew she should stop him, but she was too excited. His lips felt too good. 

Jason began to suck on the nipple when he realized that Jenna would not pull away. He was elated. He was careful not to move any other part of his body, afraid that he might break the trance. He continued to suck, flick and nibble her. Her breathing was coming faster. She placed her hand on the side of his face to hold him there and pushed her nipple further into his mouth. She began to feel her pussy throb and get wet. She had masturbated before, but she had never felt like this. She could feel herself beginning to orgasm. Her breaths were nothing but short gasp for air. One of the most intense spasms she had ever felt began to rise in her breast and exploded in her pussy as she was racked with an orgasm. 

Jason felt her shudder from an orgasm. He stopped manipulating her nipple, but still held on. He could not believe he had just sucked his sister into an orgasm. God she tasted good.

She did not move either. She did not know what to do. She had just let her brother suck her nipple and she had orgasmed to it. She felt ashamed and excited at the same time.

Jenna looked down at Jason who still had his mouth on her nipple. She smiled at the sight. He looked up at her and smiled as he let go of her nipple. 

"Jenna... I..."

"Jason, shhh..." she leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. He reached up and cupped her face in his hand. He brought her down to him. He looked into her eyes for a moment. He pulled her down so that her lips touched his. They kissed exploring each others mouths for quite awhile. 

Her hand found his chest. She tentatively explored to breadth of him. She could feel his muscles under the fabric. He allowed his hand to fall from her face down to her neck. He began to caress her arm slowly while his thumb brushed her tit.

He got braver and moved over to tweak her nipple through her shirt. She let out a moan into his mouth that stretched his cock tighter than it had ever been before. He found the bottom of her shirt and reached up inside. He felt the lace trim of her bra. He traced the out line causing goose bumps on her skin and her nipples to harden again. She moaned passionately and broke the kiss. "Ohhh, Jason...we shouldn't...ahhh" she gasped when he took her nipple into his mouth again. 

He rolled over and manipulated her to be under him. She did not resist. He lovingly removed her shirt and dropped it to the floor. He sat back a little to take in the view of her body. Her tits were big and plump. Her stomach was flat and smooth. Her belly button ring glistened in the light of the TV. Her hair framed her face and body making her skin looks creamy white. As he was taking in the view, Jenna reached behind her and undid the clasp to her bra. She held it on her though and looked at Jason. Jason could tell what she was thinking. "Jenna, you are the one that no other girl has been able to live up to. You are all I have ever wanted. If you are embarrassed or want to stop I will and I will never say a word or make another move. Tell me what you want me to do. I love you Jenna. I always have."

Jenna looked deep into Jason's eyes. She realized that he is all she ever wanted too. No other man would ever compare to him. She realized that she loved him more than a brother. She loved him completely.

She let the bra slide to the floor. Jason looked at her and smiled at her. He bent his head to take her nipple into his mouth. She gasped. His mouth was even hotter than through the fabric of her shirt, softer to. He sucked one then the other of her nipples. He buried his face into the cleavage. He planted little kisses and licks all down her chest and tummy. He played with her belly ring and licked the sensitive belly button. She arched her back at the sensations.

"Jason, you know I am a virgin."

"Yes darling, so am I. We will just do what feels natural to us. OK?"

"OK. Just be gentle. I have been told it hurts the first time. There is no one I would rather have my virginity than you, Jason."

"Thank you Jenna. I would not want to share this moment with anyone but you either."

Jason straddled her, undid her jeans and pulled them off, leaving them in a heap on the floor. She had on thong panties that matched her bra. He leaned down and kissed her tummy again. He could smell her excitement and it turned him on. He rubbed her womanhood through her fabric. Jenna gasped and arched her back. She placed her hands on the back of his head. He lifted her ass off the loveseat enough to pull down her panties and toss them on the floor. God she was beautiful. She shaved her pussy except of a small triangular patch above the clit. This was the first pussy he had seen this close. All the others had been magazine pictures. He wrapped her legs up around his shoulders. She was shaking with nervousness and anticipation. 

My sister waited for me, he thought as he began to kiss down her creamy thighs. His eyes stared at Jenna's spread open sex as his lips worked gently on one thigh and then the other. He saw her sex juice as it bubbled from between the swollen inner lips. Jason was so turned on by this sight. He could even smell her excitement. She smelled so sweet that his mouth began to water. She could feel her pussy begin to tingle and her juice literally pouring out as his mouth neared. Then his warm breath was on her swollen sex. Jason sat there looking at her beautiful pussy until finally he could stand it no more. He moaned and leaned in to her... "Ohhh!!!" Jenna screamed as Jason's mouth found the wet lips of her sex. Jason was in heaven. His senses were being overloaded with so many new sensations. His nose and mouth were buried in wet pussy. Jenna's soft thighs were rubbing his cheeks. 

He sucked on Jenna's inner lips. She jumped with pleasure and tried to pull his head closer to her. "Ohhh GOD Jason!" she yelled out. He felt so empowered knowing he was pleasing her like this. He licked up the middle of her pussy and noticed she bucked wildly when he neared the top. He pulled back and looked at her sex again. Near the top was a little button almost like a very small penis. He bent down and flicked his tongue over the button and Jenna bucked again. He had found the clit. Oh GOD she likes this. At that moment he decided he loved eating pussy. He tried sucking on the little love button and she was thrashing around, but he held on. 

Jenna felt like she was ready to explode. His mouth was everywhere. The soft feel of his tongue over her pussy and his flicking of her clit were driving her wild. She had never had sensations like this. She felt a burning fire begin to rise somewhere in the pit of her stomach. It grew and grew until she just exploded in an orgasm that racked her body. She poured out sex juice all over Jason's face. He loved it. The taste was sweet. He lapped it all up.

Jason sat up and looked at Jenna. Her hair was tousled all around her. She glistened with sweat and her face was a picture of complete satisfaction. He kissed up her belly to her tits and sucked the nipples of one and then the other. She began to moan. 

Jenna gently pushed him away. She was suddenly overwhelmed by what they had done. She felt she had to leave. Jason could read her face and knew what she was thinking. "Jenna, I love you"

"I know Jason, I love you too. That is the problem. It is wrong to love each other like this." She cried as she wrapped the throw around herself. 

"Jenna, wrong or not it is how I feel. If you need time let me know. I would never dream of forcing you to do anything!"

"Jason, I need to go and think about all this."

"OK Jenna. I will see you in the morning. I'll be ok."

"Ohhh Jason, but I have always heard that when a guy gets excited and can't finish it hurts him."

"Yes Jenna it does. Don't worry though I will be ok."

Jenna gathered her clothes and went to her room. She did not get much sleep as she thought about her relationship with Jason.

Jason watched Jenna walk up the stairs. She was so sexy. He loved everything about her. He knew she loved him too. She would be fine, she just had to come to grips with what they had done and would do though. He was confident. They were going to the beach tomorrow. He leaned back on the couch and freed his pulsing erection. His hand wrapped around the shaft and began to pump up and down. He thought of Jenna's pussy lips covered in sex juice and the way she writhed under the abuse of his tongue. The sounds of ecstasy she made. Soon he could feel his orgasm building. He continued to pump his engorged organ. His hand moved faster now, becoming her tight He tightened his grip on himself. He fast wildly as he imagined he was pumping into Jenna. He shot rope after rope of cum. He would have her. His sweet Jenna.

CHAPTER 2

Jessie, the twins mother, had been feeling nostalgic lately as she thought of her children. Jenna and Jason were the same age now as she and Robert had been. Robert was her twin brother. Their father they had not known and their mother was too young to keep them. A friend of the family had tried to raise them but soon with the war and the rations, they just did not have the money. When they were 5, they were taken to the adoption agency. It was a closed adoption. She and Robert never could find their birth parents. She and Robert had a special bond so the adoption agency would not separate them. 

The agency could not place the two in a permanent home. It seemed everyone wanted either a boy OR a girl but not both, especially not twins. This caused them to only grow closer together as they were bounced from one foster home to the next.

Jessie and Robert had graduated in the spring of 66. They were 17. They left the agency and vowed to never look back. They worked and paid their way through community college. They shared an apartment to save expenses not to mention that they could not bare the thought of being apart. They had been each others world their whole lives.




Jenna & Jason



Their relationship got a bit complicated one night after work. They had sat down and smoked a joint together to relax from the long day. Robert turned to her and said, "Jessie, I have decided to join the service."

Jessie had looked at him like he was crazy. "If you join the service you will be sent over to Vietnam Robert! NO, I could not bare it if anything happened to you!" Jessie broke down and cried.

"Oh Jessie, I need to shape my future. We can't live like this forever. I want to make sure we have a good future." 

"What kind of future can we have if you are shipped off? What if you meet someone and fall in love? You'll leave and I will be all alone."

"No Jessie. I was never meant to be married. You know no woman could take care of me like you do. No one could ever understand me like you do. You can finish my thoughts and sentences. You know what I want and need before I do. What woman could ever fulfill that?"

"Ohhh Robert you will have to be stationed somewhere. Only a wife could go with you. We will be separated!"

"Jessie all your important papers have the same last name as mine. I know a place we could get a bogus marriage license. We could pretend to be married. That way we could live on base together and not have to separate! What do you say? You want to pretend to marry me?"

"Ohhh Robert. Yes, I will pretend to marry you."

Jessie looked so pretty looking up at him. He leaned down and gave her a quick peck on the lips like he always did, but his time for some unexplained reason he lingered. Jessie did not pull away. She allowed the little peck to turn into a small kiss. She had a butterfly feeling in her stomach. Robert broke the kiss and looked at her. Jessie looked right back into his eyes. At that moment they both realized that they were in love with each other. Not as just brother and sister, but as two people. They always had been. That is why no relationship either one had tried ever worked out. They were meant to be together from moment they were conceived. 

Robert looked into her eyes and said, "Jessie, I love you and have always loved you. We were together in conception. We will be together in life. We will be forever together even in death. Will you marry me?"

"Robert I too have loved you for as long as I can remember. Yes I will marry you. I followed you in birth. I will follow you in life. We will be together forever even in death. Yes I will marry you."

With that Robert bent down and kissed Jessie deep and hard. He parted her lips with his tongue and savored the taste of her. Jessie explored Roberts's mouth and tongue. She loved the feel of his lips on hers.

Robert stood up and carried Jessie into his bedroom. He stood her by the foot of the bed. His eyes took in the shape of her body. She was a gorgeous woman. She had very long thick brown hair that was ironed straight. It fell past her ass. Her eyes were the most exquisite feature she had. They were a rare aqua blue. She was about 5'6" with an hourglass figure. 

He could see her nipples through the fabric of her shirt. He reached up and rubbed the palms of his hands over them. They were hard little nubs poking out against his hands. He took hold of the hem of her shirt and pulled it off and dropped it to the floor. She gasped at the sudden movement but stood in front of her brother proudly in love. 

She wore no bra so her sumptuous breasts were exposed to his eyes. The brown puckered nipples stood out so hard and firm. He lowered and took a nipple into his mouth. Jessie moaned with pleasure as she felt his warm wet mouth envelope her sensitive orbs. Robert moved to the other nipple to torture it as well. Jessie was holding onto the back of his head trying to pull him into tits. 

Robert took hold of her short shorts and pulled them down. Jessie stepped out of them and took Robert by the shoulders. "Take off your shirt Robert." Jessie ordered. Robert complied with a grin. Jessie then undid his belt and pulled it through the loops and dropped it to the floor. She reached out and grabbed his throbbing cock through his jeans rubbing up and down. "God Robert, you are big! Take off your jeans too! Now your underwear!" They now stood in front of each other totally naked. They just looked at each others bodies taking in every erotic sight in front of them.

She walked him backward over to the bed and pushed him down. Now they were at eye level. She kissed him passionately as she straddled his legs. Robert thought it was cute that she had tried to take control. He loved the spiciness in her. 

She was no match for him though. He grabbed her under her arms. He stood up and lifted her all in one fluid movement. She gasped at his strength and smiled. He turned around and laid her on the bed. He picked up her legs and wrapped them around his shoulders.

Robert knelt down in front of Jessie. Her pussy was wet with juice. She was definitely excited. He could smell her sex and it was driving him mad! He groaned with want and dove into her awaiting sex. "OHHH GOD Robert!" 

He sucked her outer lips into his mouth and nibbled them. Running his tongue over the outline of her inner lips, he was making her writhe with pleasure. He was intoxicated by the smell of her sex, the taste of her juice, and the feel of her soft creamy thighs rubbing his cheeks as her fingers snaked through his hair. 

He went wild on her pussy. He took the little love button and pushed back the hood. He flicked his tongue back and forth over the nub while he inserted a finger into her sex. He would flick and suck the love button while he rubbed her G-spot.

Her orgasm built with fervor. She was getting close. "Robert, Oh GOD I am Cumming!!" she hissed!! Her pussy clamped down on his fingers as contraction after contraction hit her. She flooded his face with her juice.

Robert sat up and pushed her further back on the bed. He straddled her and said, "Jessie, I want to fuck you so bad right now."

He placed the swollen head at the entrance of her sex. He slowly entered her with just the head. He let her adjust to his size. He inched forward until he was all the way in. He began to slide out the length of his cock and plunge back in again. His excitement built as he was surrounded by her warm soft wet flesh. It seemed to just suck him in. 

He took her legs and bent the knees and pushed her legs back towards her. He was able to penetrate deeper and they both began to move in rhythm with one another. The feeling of flesh on flesh, the softness of her tits against his chest, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh was overwhelming.

Her moans of pleasure finally brought him over the edge. He exploded stream after stream of hot cum into her waiting sex. The feeling of his cum hitting the back of her sex sent her over the edge for the second time. They climaxed together. Her pussy milked out every last drop.

Jason had been the result of that union together. He was such a beautiful baby Robert had joined the service and they had a wonderful, if very short, time together. When Jessie went to her 6 week checkup after having Jason she learned she was pregnant again. She and Robert were so happy. 

When Jessie was 3 months old Robert received orders to be shipped over seas. They had a family photo taken. They cried and made love for days before he had to report. He promised to write every day and took the family photo with him. 

Jessie got the news that Robert had died in action when Jenna was only 6 months old. She had known before. One afternoon she had been shopping at the market when she felt a horrible pain in the small of her back. She fell to the ground crying from the burning sensation. He heart felt like it had broke in two. She knew then that Robert had been shot and died. 

No one knew that she and the kids' father had been brother and sister. The kids could never know. 

Chapter 3

"Kids breakfast is ready!" Jessie called to her children. She had cooked them French toast sprinkled with powdered sugar and cinnamon. She sat down at the table with a cup of coffee. This was her morning staple. 

Jenna came down the stairs for breakfast. "Good morning mama!"

"Good morning dear! How are you today? I hear you and Jason are going to the beach today?"

"Well we had planned to but I don't know."

"Well, I don't know how Jason will take it. He was down a few moments ago. He grabbed some toast and ran out the door to pack the car!"

"Well I guess it will be OK."

Jenna went upstairs to put on her suit. She chose the black and blue one. It was a string bikini with high cut bottoms that tied over her hips. It looked fabulous on her. It set of her hair and eyes. 

She grabbed her towel, sunscreen, sunglasses and ran out to the car. Jason turned to see her coming towards him. He sucked in his breath at the sight of her. She gave him a coy smile and climbed into the car. Jason began to tent his shorts at the sight of her body. He climbed into the car next to her and they were off.

Today he decided to go to the special spot on the beach that they used to go to as children. He parked the car and they got out. Jenna was pleased to see where he had chosen to go. The day was wonderful. They unpacked the car and set up their towels. Jason carried the cooler down while Jenna set up the umbrella. 

She lay down on the towel and began to rub oil on her legs. Jason took the lotion bottle from her, "Jenna, roll over on you stomach and I'll rub lotion onto your back."

He squirted oil onto the back of her legs and began to message the oil in. Working his way up her legs he lingered at the top of her thighs. He allowed his thumbs to brush the edge of her bikini bottoms outlining the outer lips of her sex. She sighed with contentment.

He poured on more lotion onto her back and began to rub it in. He untied the bikini top. Jason rubbed the oil on her sides as well brushing the edge of her full orbs. Jenna felt her nipples respond to his touch. His hands felt so good on her.

He ran his hands up her legs again to her buttocks. He reached under her bottoms to message her ass. He could see a damp spot forming in the crotch. Her pussy juices were beginning to flow.

He looked around to see how busy the beach was. There was only one other couple and they were sleeping. He adjusted the umbrella to shade them and knelt back down by Jenna.

Jason straddled her and from a distance it looked like he was rubbing oil on her back. Instead he leaned forward and whispered in Jenna's ear, "Jenna, I want you to be mine. I want to take you right here, right here in our special spot."

"Yes Robert. I do want you to take me. I am sorry about last night. I was so very overwhelmed by emotion. I want to feel you in me!"

Jason was overcome with love for his sister. He pulled his shorts down enough to let out his throbbing swollen cock. He placed the head at the opening. "Are you ready Jenna?" he whispered. 

"Yes!" she answered timidly.

Jason rubbed his head all over her sex to lubricate his cock. He flicked her clit with one hand to help the flow of juices. She was beginning to moan. He pushed in the head of his cock and was amazed with the way her pussy clamped down on his cock. She was so tight.

He pushed in further little by little letting her adjust to his size. He did not want to hurt her. He got to a point where he felt resistance. He pulled back a little and pushed forward real fast. He felt the resistance break away. Jenna yelled out in a mix of pain and fulfillment. 

He stayed still for a moment, deep inside her. He let the pain subside before he began to move again. Jason loved the feel of her soft warm flesh surrounding his cock. He slid out and back in again slowly.

"Does it hurt Jenna?"

"Only for a moment." She hissed "Ohhh Jason you feel so good. Ohhhh. Move faster..."

Jason glided in and out of her sweet dripping pussy faster. He could feel his orgasm building. She felt so damn hot and wet. He reached under her to play with her tits. He tweaked her nipples and she began to buck up towards him trying to drive him in deeper. 

When she lifted up to meet him he slid one hand under her and began to fondle her pussy while he drove his cock in and out. He was still tweaking one nipple as well. She was becoming overloaded. She was racked with a mind blowing climax. 

She squirted sex juice all over his hand and her pussy clamped down on his cock with each contraction she had. This combination sent Jason over the edge as well. He plunged into her delivering rope after rope of hot cum deep into her womb. He lay down on top of her spent and she lay fully satisfied.

He retied her strings for her and suggested a swim. She rolled over onto her back and smiled up to him. "A swim sounds wonderful Jason."

They walked down to the waters edge hand in hand. They enjoyed a long afternoon playing in the water and running the beach.



Jenna and Joel



Jenna and Joel decide to expand their sexual horizons. This story includes male bisexuality.


Jenna woke to the aroma of coffee calling to her. She stumbled into the bathroom, resting her head on the vanity while she peed. She only stumbled once between the bathroom and the kitchen where Joel was shaved, dressed, and pouring her a cup of coffee. "I am so hung over," she groaned, leaning her naked butt against the counter as she cradled her coffee cup with two hands.

"You were sexy as hell last night," Joel said, his voice soft and low. She saw the way his eyes drifted across her body. 

"Stop it, I look like shit."

"Impossible," he said, leaning close and kissing her cheek. "Wish I didn't have to work today."

"Yeah," she mumbled, slurping at the coffee and dealing with slight burn from being impatient. "Next time, don't let me get drunk."

"Mm, next time..." he mused, leaning in for another kiss. She knew he wouldn't try to kiss her mouth. Not this early, not before she had a chance to brush her teeth. He did caress her chest, his big hand slipping from one breast to the other. "You're okay?"

"Still a blur. Talk later?" Words still required too much effort. 

"Yeah. Sure. Love you."

"Love you," she said, giving his shoulder a kiss before Joel left for the day. A pang of guilt bubbled to the surface that she was glad to see him go, but she needed time. She wanted to wake up and piece together last night. Fuck, her head hurt! Jenna slid her coffee cup across the breakfast bar and kept one hand on the counter as she worked around it to sit in one of the tall backed stools. The wood seat felt cool beneath her ass. When she stretched, she felt lightheaded, waited for the sensation to pass, and sipped more coffee. She felt sore in places she forgot she had.

Her first memory was served as a picture of Dana's lips wrapped around Pete's prick. Jenna gasped at the raw, graphic nature of the mental image. She shoved the thought away. It was too soon, too early. She was too hung over. Pete's prick would have tasted like Jenna. That's where he had had it last, inside of her. Before she could stop herself, she remembered how intently Joel watching Dana. Had he really licked his lips before he smiled at her? What did that mean?

Blankness came over Jenna for the rest of her first cup of coffee. She stared blankly at her stove, robotically drank her coffee, and gave her body a chance to remember she was human. Feeling better, she made it back to the coffeemaker without holding on to the counter. It felt good to be naked. She wished Joel had still been naked. She liked seeing him naked. She wished he didn't have to work this morning. 

Back on her perch, another memory came back to her. Fuck him Joel had told her, cradling her face in his big hands as he kissed her lips. Pete had been laying on the floor, his hands on Jenna's hips as she lowered herself on top of his dick. She had been straddling Pete, facing his feet. She remembered holding the dick that didn't belong to her husband. The shape was wrong and the size was different. She worked Pete's penis by feel, keeping her eyes on Joel's eager face. Once she settled on top of Pete, he felt about the same as anyone else's dick had ever felt inside of her. She felt filled with the throbbing warmth of a man's penis and it felt good. The minor differences in size and length were lost to the moment. She was more focused on Joel holding her face, him kissing her, and his hard cock. Damn, he was hard! It felt strange feeling the extra pair of hands on her hips, strange in a good way. She lost track of who was touching where. It didn't matter. What mattered was Joel, his thrill and passion fueled hers. Fuck him, he told her. What else had he said? Fuck that big prick. Fuck that cock. Fuck it, baby. Fuck it! That exactly what she was doing, but it had made her head buzz to hear him telling her to do it. She and Joel didn't talk dirty in bed, well, not much. A few nasty words here or there, but this had been different. This was raw, primal. She remembered glancing down at Joel's hard dick and seeing the tangle of legs. Hers were tucked behind her, because she was kneeling. But jutting out from between her thighs were Pete's legs and straddling his hairy legs, her husband, kneeling over this other man without a care in the world beyond the heat of the moment.

Jenna felt her body reacting to her memories. Her nipples went stiff, inviting a caress she didn't offer. There was a spot between her legs that was growing demanding, too. She squirmed, but that would have to be enough for her girl parts for now. As if coming to her rescue, her mind tossed up an image of Joel and Dana kissing, their first kiss. She knew it was their first kiss, because in her memory, they were both still dressed. The sudden pang of remembered jealousy numbed her thrill. They had kissed, really kissed, as if they had always wanted to do it. She remembered kissing Pete for the first time. It had happened after Joel and Dana had kissed. She remembered being determined to give Joel and Dana a taste of their own medicine. She threw herself into her kiss with Pete, allowing a soft moan, as if that kiss could mean more and feel better to her than it did.

That wasn't fair. Pete was a good kisser. Maybe not as good as Joel, but she couldn't be sure. Pete kissed differently than Joel and she hadn't been kissed differently since getting serious with Joel. She supposed there was a time when Joel's kisses felt different, too. Who had she dated before him? It was college, during her slutty years. Had it been Ben? Devon? Had she even cared that Pete's kisses were different? She remember liking the way Joel kissed and preferring to kiss him (and more) than the either Ben or Devon. It was Ben, she decided. Devon had been first (not her first-first, just before Ben). There was an overlap between Devon and Ben, including a short fling with Devon while she had been officially dating Ben. And then she met Joel. 

Her world didn't stop when she met Joel; the tall, skinny guy with a great sense of humor. She hadn't taken him seriously. She had liked him, was attracted to him, but she had been dating Ben. Then she was sort of dating both of them. She remembered being in denial about her relationship with Joel. "We're just friends," she would tell herself and her girlfriends. "We just hang out. We don't do anything." Until the night when they did do something. They kissed, forgot to stop, and she had felt horrible about it. She ignored Joel's calls for a week as she tried to commit to Ben. 

Holding a cold cup of coffee as her mind worked, she laughed. Joel was the reason she had her fling with Devon. She shook her head, slowly because of the hangover, but shook it just the same, dismayed at her youthful reasoning. She had been dating Ben and slipped up with Joel. After having fun with Joel, did that mean she wasn't as attracted to Ben as she thought? It didn't make sense to repeat her mistake with Joel, so she flirted with Devon, accepted his offer of a weekend away, and had a great time with him. Except hanging out with Joel had been more fun than hanging out with Ben or Devon. After a couple more weeks of trying to date Ben, she gave up and started dating Joel and never looked back.

Jenna loved Joel, of that she had no doubts. She loved everything they did together. Sure, they fought sometimes. Spouses always fight sometimes. But never about sex. They were animals in the bedroom. "I want us to stay perfect for each other," Joel had told her when they were still dating. "I want to be your everything and I want you to be mine." There wasn't a hole they hadn't explored together; not one on either of them. Their bedroom was a playroom. Hell, their entire home was. They fucked and sucked, poked and prodded every which way they could. 

It wasn't Joel doing all the driving, far from it. Jenna would tease him about bringing out her inner slut, but she knew better. Joel gave her a safe place to explore and experiment. His answer to everything was "Sure, let's try that!" Along the way, they discovered new ways enjoy each other.  

She had learned how to listen from him, too. Once, she mentioned, "It just turns me on so much to feel you coming inside of me." Joel acted on her words. The next time they made love, as soon as his orgasm was finished, he dove between her legs, planting his mouth and tongue against her pussy, and bringing her to a new orgasmic height she didn't realize was waiting for her. "It didn't bother that you just came inside of me?" she asked later.

"I thought it tasted good," he replied with a hint of a smile.

The next time she went down on him, she remembered his words. When he came inside her mouth, she didn't swallow (which was difficult because she loved to swallow). Instead, she stood up, pulling him into her arms, kissing him deeply. When his tongue slipped inside her mouth, he found her surprise and he moaned before sucking on her tongue. "Cumslut," she teased. 

He laughed, kissed her again, and paid her back the next time they made love. After fucking her to an orgasm, he pulled out and fed her his prick. "Taste good?" he asked. She admitted that it did. It thrilled her to taste her pussy on his dick. 

A year ago, she was teasing him when she said, "If there was another guy here, you could eat his cum from me before you fuck me and then do it again after you come." That started a new round of play between them, refreshing a love-life that was already good.

"If we had another woman here, you could eat her pussy while I fucked her," he said, feeding her his prick after fucking. 

"You feel so much better than a toy," she had told him one night during anal sex. That prompted them to laugh about having a guy over so he could it up the ass, too. 

"If we could find the right couple, I'd do it," he said, throbbing inside of her.

"A couple?" she asked, rocking backwards against him. "Not just another guy?"

"Then you could find out how hot it is to eat pussy after a guy."

"And you could help me do it?"

"You know it," he said and their words failed as their passions increased. During her ass fucking, Jenna had shoved two fingers inside her pussy. It wasn't a new gesture, but it made her wonder how it would feel to have a real man in both places. In the shower together afterwards, she admitted her extra fantasy. His answer surprised and thrilled her, "Let's find a couple to party with."

Dana and Pete were full swap swingers who had enjoyed "the lifestyle" for years. None of the lingo mattered to Jenna. In fact, the idea of being a swinger made Jenna feel sleazy. "Can we just have sex with them without being swingers?" she had asked Joel after the initial contact had gone well.

"I guess. What if we do some of the, um, other stuff. Can I do those things and not be gay? I don't want to be gay."

Jenna had kissed him. "You'll still be my cumslut whether you do those other things are not, right?"

"You know it," he had promised and they made love in the living room that night. After swapping explicit pictures and talking through details in emails and chat sessions, they had met. The first time, just for dinner where Jenna had found Dana and Pete a delightful couple who had looked as much in love with each other as she felt in love with Joel. 

"They seem so normal," Jenna remembered telling her husband on the drive home from that dinner.

Last night had been their first night together, the first time they had swapped partners and made love to each other. The women had never touched. Neither had the men. "Small steps first," Dana had insisted.

Sitting naked at her breakfast counter, Jenna squirmed again with needs she wasn't going to indulge as she remembered the thrill of getting naked in the same room as Dana and Pete. Dana's long, blonde hair had reddish-brown tips at the end that reminded Jenna of corn silk. She remembered how sexy and free Dana had looked as she wiggled out of her low-cut jeans without shame, embarrassment, or second thoughts. Her thoughts of seeing Dana's excited nipples riding high on her small breasts were replaced first by the thrill of seeing Pete kissing those nipples. That image was replaced by the strangeness she had felt when it was Joel's turn to do the same thing. It made her want to take a turn. Had Joel felt the same way when she touched Pete's prick? Was he as curious as she was?

Jenna was surprised they could still do it when they got home. Drunk on too much wine and so much sex, Jenna couldn't wait to be back in their bed, in their bedroom, with just her Joel. He had ravished her sex drenched body. She did the same to him, smelling and tasting where Dana had just been. She knew Joel was experiencing the same thing. They had fallen asleep naked in each other's arms. 

Pouring a third cup of coffee, Jenna left it on the counter until she showered. Part of her didn't want to wash the sex off her body. Standing in front of the mirrored doors of their closet, she considered her reflection. She touched her full breast, remembering how Pete had touched her. His touch was firmer than Joel's. She pinched her nipple as he had done, remembering him. Celebrating him. Would Dana's touch feel the same? She stopped before things got out of hand.

Dressed, Jenna wandered around their home in search of things to do. As a school teacher by trade, the first couple weeks of summer break always left her lost, especially after the kids had left for camp. She checked her email, surfed a few websites, and tidied up things that were already clean. Her mind wasn't a million miles away, it was stuck on last night. She replayed seeing Joel fucking Dana on the couch. She had recognized how he moved. It was the same way he moved while fucking her. She knew how it felt when he rode her high like that, his hard prick raking across her clitoris, and it had turned her on. She watched his face and studied how the passion within his loins rose, surged, and finally overtook him. What was funny, even though he was fucking another woman, she felt her heart pouring to him. She was glad he was having an orgasm and felt blessed to be witnessing it from the opposite couch, even as Pete caressed her body.

She had an email from Dana. "Last night was so much fun for us! Hope it was for you, two! Call me!" Jenna knew it wasn't a typo. Pete and Dana had preached their connection too strongly. She dialed Dana's number and they talked for half an hour before deciding to meet for lunch. 

Sitting in a booth at Panera Bread, across from the woman she had watched make love to her husband just last night, Jenna found herself smiling, laughing, and feeling something else. She kept noticing little things about Dana. She noticed the other woman's full lips. They looked so kissable. She noticed her fingers and how short she kept her well manicured nails. She wondered how she masturbated. Was Dana a righty or a lefty?

Of course they talked about last night, too. They took turns complimenting the skills of each other's husband. "Joel has a great tongue," Dana said, smiling as she remembered. "It was so cool how he went down on me again after doing me. I thought Pete was the only guy who did that."

"Well, Joel IS my little cumslut," Jenna said, laughing at how normal it felt to say that to this other woman.

"Oh-my- God! So is Pete!" Dana squealed. "One time, at this party, he kept wanting me to do these other guys just so he could go down on me afterwards."

"I bet Joel would love that, except I'm not sure if I want to do that many strangers."

"I only did two other guys. Guys we had partied with before. Still, it was hot."

"So he's okay watching other men with you?"

"Are you kidding? Pete loves it, but not as much as I love watching him with another woman. It's so hot to see him doing his thing, you know?"

"I do now," Jenna said with a big smile. "I thought Joel looked really hot when he was doing you."

With her mouth full, Dana could only nod until she finished chewing. "It's so cool to see, isn't it? It's like he's doing you, but not at the same time. Does that make sense?"

"Perfect sense," Jenna said, excited that someone could understand. It made sense that person would be Dana. "You know we have some other... fantasies, right?" Of course Dana did. She was sitting right next to Pete when Joel had talked about them. 

Dana lit up. "And I can't wait to be with you." Jenna felt herself blush.




Ten long days passed before their schedules matched up. Jenna and Joel spent those days (and nights) teasing each other about what might happen. They talked through different combinations. They considered asking if they could borrow either Dana or Pete for a threeway before doing anything else as a quartet. In the end, they decided to just go for it and invited Dana and Pete to their house.

There was wine, soft candle light, and softer music. Walking back into the living room, Jenna was glad she had listened to Joel about the number of candles. "Let's cut down on the candles and turn on a lamp in the corner." Before then, the living room had looked like a set in a gothic movie. Laughter and flirting filled the room before being replaced with kissing, whispers, and naughty giggles between the couples and their spouses. Jenna's heart was racing as Joel pressed his lips against hers and his hand found the front of her blouse. His experienced hand found her nipple through her blouse and bra and he caressed her in the ways he knew she liked best. Jenna looked up from their kissing in time to see a topless blonde moving towards them. When had Dana lost her top? It didn't matter, it entertained her. She stared at Dana's breasts.

"Mind if I cut in?" Dana asked, sitting next to Jenna. She cupped Jenna's face, turning her head, and pressed her lips against hers. Jenna felt her heart catch before remembering how to beat again. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. She thought they were going to do stuff, as couples, before crossing any lines. She inhaled deeply, sucking in the scent of Dana's hair and perfume. The lips against hers were the lips of another woman. There was no stubble on her cheek, only softness and the flowery scent of a woman. The tongue that slipped between her lips felt different, too. Jenna applied her tongue to Dana's and they caressed each other in that intimate oral way. 

"So hot," Joel said, making a move to leave the couch, but Dana stopped him.

"No, stay," she said, smiling at him. "She'll want you next to her the first time she tastes me."

Jenna had read romance novels where a character either swooned or felt like swooning. She could never imagine it until it happened to her. She felt her head go light as darkness threatened to overtake her vision. She rocked once in a circle before catching herself. She giggled. Nothing had happened and she already felt like swooning! She pressed her lips against Dana's for a second taste.

It was during their second kiss that Dana guided Jenna's hand to her chest. Jenna caressed her bare breasts, feeling as if her mind was going to burst from the flood of new information. She felt the warm of Dana's flesh, its softness, and its lack of any hair. She discovered Dana's nipples, stiff, firm, and proud. As she caressed another woman's nipple for the first time, she felt an empathetic reaction in her own nipples, as if she was attached to the other woman by something more than mere gender. Her registered the foreignness of what she was doing. These were NOT her breasts she was touching. These were NOT her nipples she was tweaking. She pressed her lips harder against Dana's lips, sucking on her tongue.

Dana's hands were far from idle. She unbuttoned Jenna's blouse, pulled it open, and had slipped it from her shoulders. Joel had helped with that part, as he had finished the job when Dana's fingers fumbled with Jenna's bra. Their kiss had yet to end before Jenna was topless, too. She knew the men were watching them. She assumed they were thrilling at what they saw. But the thought of being watched was like an extra teaspoon of sugar inside an already sweet drink - nice, but not needed and difficult to appreciate. She embraced Dana, pulling their naked torsos together and feeling the mix of their breasts battling for space between their hot bodies. 




Jenna and Joel



When Dana imagined her first time with another woman, she had imagined they would already be naked. She guessed those first touches would be stolen while other things were happening. She had imagined touching Dana's breasts as Dana kissed or made love to Joel or Pete. She assumed something like that would be happening to her the first time she felt Dana's touch. She briefly considered (and dismissed) the idea of starting with their clothes on and kissing first. In her fantasy, it felt too contrived, too mushy and too slow to get to the good parts. Yet, that's where she found herself and it didn't feel mushy or slow when she felt Dana tugging at her pants. Jenna broke their kiss and both women stood, giggling as they scrambled out of their jeans and panties. 

"Want to go first?" Dana asked as they sat back down on the couch.

"Yes," Jenna said, leaning in to pull a stiff nipple between her lips. She knew Dana's pussy was waiting for her and she wanted it. She wanted to be there, to touch and caress her with both her hands and mouth, but she resisted her urges. Instead, as she suckled the other woman, she moved her hand over and around Dana's pussy. She caressed the other woman's smooth, hairless thighs, the underside of her legs, and slipped her hand across Dana's flat stomach until Dana tried to guide Jenna's hand between her legs. "No," Jenna said, keeping her hand away. "Not yet."

Dana's surprised look was quickly replaced with a knowing smile. Jenna had never done what she was about to do, but she knew how she want to do it. Slipping off the couch, she moved between Dana's parted legs, looking up at the woman as her hands kept moving over neutral zones. "You are so beautiful," she told Dana. Reaching for Joel, she pulled him to the floor, too. He knelt next to and a little behind her, watching over her shoulder. Turning her head, she gave him a quick kiss on the lips followed by a smile. 

Running her fingers through Jenna's hair, Dana smiled. "Eat me."

Dana's pussy was shaved smooth. Jenna could see how puffy her labia looked. The poor woman was in need, a need Jenna shared. She had never licked another woman's pussy before, but she had seen enough movies and understood the anatomy well enough, she wasn't concerned. There was nothing left for her to do except to do it. With hesitating or lingering to admire Dana's pussy for another moment, Jenna leaned forward, pressed her tongue against Dana's pussy, and tasted a woman, and only a woman, for the first time in her life.

Joel was right next to her, leaning over, watching. His eyes reflected his smile. "My wife is now a lesbian," he said. She slapped him and hoped he saw the smile in her eyes. 

Jenna used her tongue to sightsee, tracing the contours of Dana's womanhood with her tongue. Dana's clit was stiff and easy to find. Jenna experimented with different ways to caress her friend. Up and down seemed to have the best effect. Dana tasted wonderful. She smelled and tasted like a woman and again Jenna's body reacted in sympathy to what she was doing. She knew how it felt to have an eager tongue pressed against her clit and her body appreciated what she was doing. She snaked a finger beneath her chin, pressing inside Dana with great effect. Dana squirmed and moaned before she clutched at Jenna's head, pulling her closer, tighter, as if she was afraid Jenna might stop and leave her wanting. Jenna looked up, watching as Dana came. The feeling of accomplishment that soared through her was the same as when Jenna brought a man off inside her mouth.

"My turn," Dana said, pulled Jenna up as she traded places with her. Laying her hand against the bend where Jenna's thigh became torso, Dana applied her thumb to Jenna's clit. She looked at Joel, who was still on the floor. "I'm going to eat your wife's pussy now," she said. "She may never be the same."

"Go for it," Joel said, laughing. 

As Dana had done, Jenna watched the other woman going down on her. It felt so strange to see the pretty blonde with blue eyes gazing up at her while her clitoris thrilled at the sensations of being licked. Seeing Joel watching made it better and worse. Jenna's mind did flips. This was wrong. Good girls don't do this to each other. Especially school teacher good girls. And not while their husbands watched! The combination of shame and thrill pushed her higher and higher until there was nothing left for her to do except experience an orgasm that felt new to her. She gasped, panted, and wanted nothing more than to kiss Dana again. They kissed and hugged for a long time, the magic between them refusing to fade. 

When Dana said, "I want to see you fuck my husband," Jenna felt a lustful jolt. There was a line they still had to cross and that wasn't it, but it was a good place to start. Pete and Joel had gotten undressed while Jenna was hugging and kissing Dana after her orgasm. 

Pete sat on the loveseat, wearing an eager grin as he stroked his big prick. His eyes worked to take in every bit of Jenna at once. "Looks like you had fun," he said.

"Mm, I did," Jenna purred, sitting next to him and replacing his hand with hers. "Can you still taste her on me?" She kissed him, feeling his swollen cock throbbing beneath her touch. He touched her body, too, his hand openly roaming across the swells of her breasts, down her stomach, and landing between her legs to caress her sex. Across from her, Joel and Dana did much the same thing. When she saw them kiss, she smiled, knowing precisely their lips felt and tasted. She knew the terrain Joel's hand traced as he groped the blonde haired woman. Jenna wasn't expecting it, but she came against Pete's hand. She kissed him, basking in the glow of the unexpected orgasm. It amazed her how quickly their play had slid from racy and daring to natural and hot. 

Jenna wanted to fuck. She wanted to feel more than fingers or tongues against her pussy. She wanted a hard cock inside her pussy. Facing away from Pete, she sat in his lap, straddling his legs and putting his prick inside her pussy. Joel stared at her, his eyes between her legs, watching this other man fucking her while Dana caressed him. "She looks sexy doing that, doesn't she?" Dana asked him. Joel nodded and Dana added, "You like seeing her riding that big dick, don't you?" Another nod. "Does she look like a lesbian right now?"

"Not even close," Joel laughed. 

"In theory, he's going to taste like her now," she said. Joel nodded. "But there's only one way to know for sure." 

Joel looked at Dana for a moment before his eyes returned to watch the joining of Jenna and Pete's bodies. "I know," he said. His voice was soft and quiet, but Jenna could see the reaction of his body. Joel's prick throbbed up and down with need as Dana's small hand caressed his balls. 

"Will tasting your wife make you gay?"

"If I do it off his dick." Joel gave a nervous laugh.

"Then go gay for us," Dana said, moving to the floor. Joel followed. They perched on opposite sides of Jenna and Pete, watching them fuck. "She's your wife. Go ahead and touch her pussy." He did, laying his hand on her thigh and rubbing her clitoris with his thumb. Jenna's body purred with delight. It felt so raw for the center of her being the center of attention. She felt exposed and explored, without feeling sluttish or whorish. Dana pulled her husband's big prick from Jenna's pussy, leaving her empty, needful, and turned on. Dana stroked her husband's dick as Joel watched. Pete's cock glistened wet. "Use this on her clit instead of your thumb."

Joel nodded, grabbed the other man's hard dick, and pressed the smooth head against the seam of Jenna's pussy, working it directly over her clitoris. Jenna thrilled at the feeling, but it was seeing her husband holding another man's dick that pushed her closer to another orgasm. 

"Stroke him, too," Dana instructed as Joel's touch became less about Jenna and more about crossing that sacred line between men. Dana looked past Jenna, asking her husband, "You're close, aren't you?"

"Yes," Pete confirmed, his voice a low growl.

"Make him cum," Dana told Joel. "Make him cum on your wife's pussy." Joel nodded and caressed the prick in his hand. He held it against Jenna as he did it, teasing her at the same time. Behind her, Jenna heard Pete's breathing change as he orgasm neared. His breath was warm on her neck when he pulled her against his chest, groping her chest and watching over her shoulder. 

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Fuck yeah." He gave a sharp intake of breath that caught inside his chest before his orgasm arrived and he came, pumping his semen in warm spurts over Jenna's pussy. 

"Now clean them," Dana growled, forcing Joel's head towards the mess. As Joel licked, it looked as if she was steering his head with her hand. She made him lick her husband, too, while telling Joel, "Eat it, you fag. Eat that cum!" Joel moaned as his tongue washed over both of them. Jenna came again, too. It was too much for her. There was no way she could resist nor a reason for her to do it.

"Kiss me," she demanded, grabbing at her husband. He did and on his lips and tongue, she could taste her pussy and Pete's orgasm. It made her lust for her husband in new ways. She clutched at him, amazed that anything new could happen between them. 

When Joel pulled away, he looked down at his aching cock. It looked angry with need. He considered the trio in front of him. "So who wants this?"

"He does," Dana said, nodding at her husband. Jenna moved, sitting next to Pete as Joel stood. His hard cock was throbbing. Jenna knew how it would feel. She recognized the thrill it represented. The shock was seeing Joel standing in front of another man. 

Pete and his wife exchanged a glance before Pete wrapped his hand around Joel's prick. He stroked Joel, studying his excited sex. Maybe he was admiring it? There was no way for Jenna to know, but she gasped when Pete opened his mouth and started sucking her man. She didn't understand why it felt different seeing Pete sucking Joel, but it did. Maybe it was the angle or because neither woman served as a buffer, it didn't matter. Jenna stared with wide eyes. It felt wrong, like a crime against nature, and it was the hottest damn thing she had ever witnessed. Just past them, she saw Dana watching, too. 

Dana's reaction was different. Seeing her husband sucking cock thrilled Dana. She clutched at her chest while rubbing her pussy. "Suck it," she encouraged. "Make him cum in your mouth." That's when Jenna knew she wanted to see Joel doing the same thing - man to man, just as Pete had done.

"Come for him," Jenna told her husband. Joel didn't look as if he needed the help. Shortly after the demonstration began, it reached its logical conclusion. Joel tensed, groaned, and Jenna recognized his orgasm. She watched as he came and came, filling Pete's mouth in a way Jenna knew. She knew the force of Joel's orgasms against the roof of her mouth. She knew how he tasted. She felt a tiny stab of jealousy that Pete was getting something that usually belonged to her. It was a fleeting stab that couldn't linger.

Pete didn't share, he swallowed. Pulling away, he grinned up at Joel. "I'm not sure, but I think this makes one of us gay."

"Gay my ass!" Dana screamed, laughing and giving her husband kiss after kiss.

"How was it?" Jenna asked her husband, cuddling with him on their couch.

He laughed. "Weird. Hot. Good. He knows what he's doing, that's for sure."

"Why thank you," Joel said, laughing. "It's not as if it's difficult. You just do what you like done."

"How was it for you?"

"Hot as hell," Jenna admitted, feeling herself blush. "I want to see you suck him."

"What about...?"

"When I ate Dana?" she finished for him. She held her hand out to the other woman. "You tasted so good."

"Careful, girls are like potato chips, no one can eat just one," Dana said.

"No kidding. I want some of that," Pete said as he kissed his way down his wife's body until he was between her legs. When Joel made the same move, Jenna moved so she was closer to Dana. Leaning over the arms of the sofa and loveseat, she was able to kiss the other woman as their men pleased them. Once the guys were hard again, they fucked their wives. Midway through, they exchanged a knowing glance and switched. Moving from Joel's familiar rhythm and feel to Pete's differences thrilled Jenna into another orgasm. Spent from the sheer number of orgasms over such a short period, Jenna had to push Pete away before he could finish. 

He gave her a big grin, a nod, and sat next to her to watch the action on the loveseat. His hard prick still in need. Jenna stroked him as she watched her husband fucking Dana. It was hot, but her body was too sensitive for her to touch. Watching Joel's ass bobbing up and down gave her an idea. After making sure Pete was willing, she knelt next to Joel and Dana. After giving her husband a big kiss, she couldn't resist giving Jana one, too. Then she asked her husband, "Ready to lose your cherry?"

Joel gave her a confused look, but Dana caught her meaning. "Oh fuck yeah!" she said, wiggling out from beneath Joel. His hard cock throbbed out how close he was to an orgasm as he looked from Dana to Jenna.

"Got get the lube. It's time for you to go gay." Jenna gave her husband another kiss that didn't last long. Keeping her eyes open to see his reaction, she had to pull away when she started laughing at his wide eyed look. 

Dana pulled Jenna next to her while Joel went to the bedroom for their lube. Seeing him walking around the house, naked and hard, was fun. Especially because Pete and Dana were there. It's sort of funny how little things make lasting impressions."He's not really a virgin back there, is he?" Dana asked.

"Not even close, but only toys and fingers."

Pete remained quiet as he stroked his prick and watched the women. Sitting side-by-side, Jenna and Dana couldn't keep their hands off each other. 

Joel returned a moment later with the tube of lube and a condom for Joel. "Nervous?" Jenna asked.

"Excited," he replied, his bobbing prick adding emphasis. 

"Oh your knees, fagboy," Pete said, lubing his condom covered cock. 

Jenna's over sexed body decided it could handle more. She felt a sudden urge to clutch her pussy and came from doing it while nothing more was happening than her husband getting on his knees, leaning over the cushions of their couch, and poking his ass backwards for Pete. 

As Pete explained later, fucking a guy up the ass isn't any different than fucking a woman there. The same rules apply. Lots of lube. Take your time. Give your partner a chance to adjust. All steps that went quickly with Joel. 

Jenna's pussy required both hands to deal with the thrill surging through her as she watched Pete's prick sliding in and out of her husband's ass. She needed two fingers to finger-fuck her pussy while she jabbed at her swollen clit with her other hand. She was coming, over and over. Jenna had felt the pleasure from a wide variety of orgasms in her life, especially after she met Joel. She had known tiny orgasms that flickered to life, seized her, and passed almost as quickly. She was accustomed to deep, satisfying orgasms with Joel that seemed to fill her with love for him. Multiple orgasms had been few and interesting when they had happened. But this orgasm created a new definition for her. 

Like her best orgasms, it was deep and full feeling, an orgasm that seemed to reach the very fiber of her being. The difference was how long it lasted. She came and didn't stop. Filthy words flew from her mouth as she rode the waves and contractions of what she would later call The Never Ending Orgasm. "Fuck him, Pete!" she panted. "Fuck that ass! Take it, you fucking fag! Take that big dick! Take that dick up your ass, faggot!" 

Later still, she would say there was something magical about the words fag and faggot. "There was something about how my mouth moved when I said it that felt so good. Like how saying fuck can feel so good sometimes. I couldn't stop it."

Pete came first, pushing deep inside of Joel and bellowing the arrival of his orgasm. A moment later, without any attention, Joel came, too. He sprayed his orgasm against the couch in long streaks exaggerated by the bobbing of his prick as he came. 

When the guys stopped, falling into a sweaty, satiated heap, Jenna felt a stab of panic as her orgasm persisted a bit longer before ebbing and finally ending. She felt like Jello, aware of the glances she was getting from the other three, but unable to react to them. "Damn, baby," Joel said. "I think that was better for you than it was for me." Jenna managed a smile as Dana caressed her face.

"You okay?" Dana asked.

Jenna managed a curt nod as her body began responding to her commands again. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

"It's even better when he's inside of you for that orgasm. Did you see how hard he came?"

Jenna nodded, focused on breathing and how her world view had changed.




Jenna rubbed the bulge inside Joel's pants as he turned down the street where Pete and Dana lived. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to walk in with a hard-on."

"Good," she said, giving his prick a squeeze. "And I hope every guy there notices."

Joel shook his head and laughed. "Sometimes I think you like this too much."

"Shut-up, cumslut," she teased as they walked past three cars parked in front of Pete and Dana's house. At the door, Jenna kissed her husband deeply. "I love you," she said.

"I love you, too."

"Now get in there and suck some dick," she giggled as Dana opened the front door. Just past the foyer, Jenna saw the five men plus Pete who turned to see them. "Ooo!" Jenna said, laughing as she pulled Joel inside behind her. Tonight was going to fun!



I've heard it said the Group Sex category doesn't do will with stories that include male bisexuality. I hope that's not the case. Hopefully, my warning at the top deterred those who aren't into that and encouraged those who are. Personally, I like to read about guys and girls who aren't afraid to cross a few lines. I hope you do, too!