Chapter 2
Jenni patted her hair and tightened the sash of her robe as the bell rang again. She took a deep breath, and opened the door. She blinked with surprise.
"Oh. Oh, it's you," she said.
"Such disappointment." Jack smiled.
"No. No, I didn't mean-" Jenni said, flustered, and she stepped back to motion him in. "Come on in, Jack."
"If you're expecting someone else...?"
"No, of course not." She smiled vaguely.
"So, how was the party?" He smiled.
"Uh, interesting," she said, and she saw the champagne glass on the coffee table. "And did you have an interesting day?" she asked as she moved between him and the glass in an effort to hide it from view.
"Yeah, it was okay. You sure are in a mood, aren't you?" he observed. "You and Kama get into an argument, or something?"
"What? No, of course not," she told him, and she turned to move toward the glass, keeping herself between him and it.
She wondered at her assumption that it had been Mathew at the door, and her excitement. Why was she feeling pangs of disappointment and frustration? He had only had her masturbate while she had given him head. Staring at her back, Jack watched the clinging nylon shift against the rounded globes of her uptilted ass.
"Well, guess I'll be going." He shrugged, and turned to open the door.
"What?" she asked as she lifted the glass, and she turned toward him. "No. No, I'm sorry, Jack. My mind was wandering, and ... I didn't mean to ignore you."
"That's alright." He smiled, "So, uh, have you had dinner?" she asked as she walked toward the kitchen.
"Yeah," he said as he watched the robe drift back from her shapely legs as she walked, and he followed her into the kitchen. "You?"
"A little something at the party, but I'm not really hungry," she said as she put the glass down on the drain board next to the refrigerator.
"You know, I wouldn't mind some milk too," he said, and he opened the refrigerator to take out the carton.
"I'll get you a glass," she said as she turned to the cabinets, and he watched the peaks of her breasts move against the robe.
"Oh, that's okay. No reason to have to wash an extra glass," he said as he poured the milk into the champagne glass.
Looking back, she froze. She tried to speak, but the words would not come, and she stared mutely as the milk rose over the glaze left by Mathew's come.
He looked at her expression with curiosity as he put the carton back. Smiling, he raised the glass toward her in toast, and then began to drink. At first, she had started to protest because of the illogical desire to preserve the glass as some sort of strange souvenir, and then because Jack would be drinking from it. Now, she stared in amazement, and her tits heaved against the robe, and her clit pulsed. She felt overpowered with arousal as she watched Jack's throat shift with his swallowing. The glass empty, he started to rinse it.
"No," she said in a near rasp, and he looked at her. "Leave it," she told him. "Fuck me."
"What?" he asked, startled both by her words and her almost frenzied look.
"Fuck me," she repeated as she pulled the sash of her robe open, and the cloth revealed her near-naked body.
His cock thrust out hard against his slacks as the nylon moved away from the lush projections of her breasts, the supple curve of her belly, the ripe fullness of her cunt, and from her long legs. The robe hissed over her shoulders, dropped along her slender, rounded arms, and spilled to the floor behind her. He nodded, and started to motion toward the door, indicating the bedroom beyond.
"Now," she gasped. "Fuck me now," she said in a voice that made it both a plea and a command, and she began to he down on her back before him.
Her knees lifted, she spread her thighs wide, and he saw a sliver of pink at the center of her chestnut plume. He pulled his pants open, and started to push them down, but she held her arms out toward him, and her hips thrust hungrily toward the hard thrust of his bared tool.
He dropped to his knees between her thighs, and leaned forward onto his hands. His knob brushed the wispy curlings of her muff as he kissed her. She thrust her long tongue deep into his mouth, and her hands clutched his hips tightly. He blinked with surprise as she swept her tongue over his, over the insides of his cheeks, and over the roof of his mouth. She pulled hard at his hips as she thrust hers upward, and her cleave enveloped his knob in a hot, liquid kiss.
"Now! Puck me now!" she groaned. "Shove it up me. Please." She gasped as she lifted her body between her feet and her shoulders in an effort to embed herself on his rod.
He leaned forward off his knees, and she pulled him into the thrust of her cunt. His prod slid up high into the clutching heat, and he groaned into her mouth as she again kissed him wildly.
The insides of her full thighs squeezed his hips as her nook twisted and thrust around the throbbing of his tool. Her feet pulled up along the backs of his legs, and she crossed her ankles against the small of his back. His hips bucked in the succulent vise of her legs and loins, and he dropped to his elbows. The intensity of her passion was infecting him, and he thrust hard within the delicious squeezings.
"Yes! Oh, yes-s-s," she sobbed as he pumped his thick length within the oven of her underbelly.
He squeezed her tits, pinching her nipples between his thumbs and the knuckles of his index fingers, and he rubbed the tips against his shirt front. Her calves locked against his back, she bounced her hips between his and the floor, and arched her tits against his tightened hands.
His shoulders bunched, the blood was roaring in his ears. The hot squeezing of her cunny continued to turn and pull as he thrust with methodical, determined moves. He pressed his hands upward, squeezing her tits high on her chest. She groaned as her nipples and then the whole of her tits squeezed free. His hands moved up along her arms, and he grasped her wrists. Her arms out from the sides of her head, he held her hands pinned to the floor.
Licking and chewing at his lips, she twisted her tits against his shirt-covered chest, her body squirming side to side from the waist. Her ass twisted against the floor as she beat her hips against his. The top of his shaft was running just under her clit, and flaming flashes of joy went through the swollen pearl.
"Oh, fuck. Fuck! Fuck, yes, yes," she groaned, and she bit at his shoulder as the explosions of ecstasy quickened within her depths.
Her raised arms spread wide, and straightened between her shoulders and where his hands held her wrists, her torso pulled from side to side. Her hips rocking, her legs squeezed him, and her heels rubbed against the top of his ass. Her mouth opened from his shoulder as she moaned, and her head flashed from side to side. Her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth widened as orgasms reverberated throughout her.
His mind was fogging with pleasure. The throbbing of his cock was spreading throughout his body. His balls were swollen with come. Lava-like heat was spreading through his groin, and up into his abdomen. His breathing was coming in short bursts. Her writhing body gripped and stroked him, and her hot puss urged the come from his nuts. His teeth were clenched to the intensity of the raptures going through him.
"Oh, I-" She groaned, and her orgasms began coming so fast, and so close together that she could not form thoughts.
She cried out in a breathless sob, and the explosions and implosions of her depths were merging with the racing pulse of her clit. Her breath caught, and her body arched high against him. Her shoulders moved from side to side. Her face was flushed. She began to shake with the tension of her muscles, and the culmination of her climax was blazing through her.
They rolled from side to side on the kitchen floor, their bodies bucking together. He lost his grip on her wrists, and she gripped his shoulders tightly, her ringers digging into his jacket. Convulsions of joy went through her as her climax peaked, and he groaned hoarsely. Her spasming cleave went wild around his already jerking tool, and his spend broke loose. His hands cupped the points of her shoulders, and he lifted from the waist. His strained face lifted high, and his breath rasped loose as his juices gushed into the hot recesses of her jerking and twisting body.
Groaning, they held for long moments as their climax began to ease back, and they dropped limply to the floor in one another's arms. Gradually, their breathing calmed, and they murmured happily. He looked at her with fogged eyes, happily astounded by her behavior. Usually, she was rather quiet, and often required a bit of coaxing to ball. But not tonight.
He wondered what had triggered her passionate outburst, remembering her behavior when he had arrived. Her eyes were still closed, and he stroked her damp temple as he kissed her face. She murmured with a little smile.
"Um, yes," she whispered as he moved his lips over her still flushed face, and he kissed her lips, moving side to side, before sliding his tongue into her mouth.
Their tongues moved in slow, sensual patterns this time, and their breathing deepened as their kiss lengthened. He moved the center of his palm over the rigid ring of her nipple, and then he replaced it with his lips.
She slid her fingers through his hair as he kissed her breasts, and her head lolled from side to side as he tongued and sucked her nipples. Her thoughts hazed with pleasure, she felt as if she was back in Kama's garden, and, in her mind's eye, it was Mathew who was caressing her and kissing her breasts. Her still tingling pearl was beginning to pulse again.
She saw herself stretched out amid the camelia bushes as the partygoers Watched, and it was Mathew's lips moving down the center indentation of her stomach. The caressing hands moving over her hip and along her thighs were his. She trembled as an orgasm flowered and rippled through her.
He tongued the furl of her navel, and moved his hands down along the firm, silky insides of her thighs. His nostrils flared as he caught her sweet scent, and he filled his lungs with it until he was drunk with it. His lips touched the damp wisps of her hair, and he began to kiss her full mound to either side of her drenched slit.
She dampened her parted lips as his kisses sent waves of heat through her swollen pubes. The air seemed heavy with the scent of the camelias. He began to touch kisses to her quivering lips, and she felt his rod, sticky with her juices and his, begin to shift against her side. She gripped his legs, and pushed his pants down below his knees.
The rich mix of their juices touched his taste buds as he kissed the delicate furls of her lips. His breathing deepened as he felt her lower his pants, and his cock continued to fill with blood. Their hands moved over one another's legs, and he slid his tongue into the sweet lushness of her cleave. He heard her groan, and he began to ease his tongue up and down her slit as he caressed her long legs. He too had forgotten that they were in the kitchen.
She could feel the eyes of the partygoers on them as they rolled on the floor. She could feel his prick stiffen against her as his tongue began to move into her, and she gripped his hips as she turned from the waist. The light seeming very bright, her glazed eyes were barely open as she moved her mouth to the rigid column of his sex. She remembered being on her knees, and fingering herself, but now she was lying down, and her slit was being tongued. With a sob of pleasure, she began to lick at his knob while grabbing the veined spar of his shaft with both hands.
Her fingers indenting his engorged trunk, her tongue lapped at the hypersensitive surface of his cock's head. He groaned with pleasure against her nectar-filled fissure, and he thrust his tongue deep into her. She sucked the whole of his knob into her mouth as her hands slid the sheath of his translucent flesh up and down the throbbing meat of his prod. His arms around the outsides of her thighs, he slid his hands up their backs until the edges of his hands were against the undersides of her ass cheeks. His joined fingertips pressed against the tender inner bases of her full buttocks, and he could feel the back of her pelvis beneath the lush softness.
His fingertips kneaded the flesh beneath her mound, and his body moved against her hip and belly. He burrowed his mouth within her sweltering cove, and his chin brushed over her clit. Trembling, she forced her hands down around his rod, as she licked at the cleft of his knob, and she began to suck his shaft into her mouth. She heard him moan into her fevered nest as she lapped at his dorsal vein, and she moved one hand down over his balls.
As he slowly moved his tongue over her lips, he felt her taking more and more of his trunk into her mouth. Her tongue thrust and pulled along the underside as her tightened lips turned and pulled around him. Her one hand gripped the base of his shaft tightly as her thumb worked at the base of his dorsal vein. Her other hand caressed his sac and the swollen eggs of his nuts. His mind spun with raptures, and he gripped her sweet ass cheeks as he continued to move his chin beneath her clit.
He moved her buttocks against one another, and that sent tremors up from her anus. Despite a long-standing fear of anal entry, she found herself wishing he would thrust a finger up her ass. The movements of his chin sent hot chills flashing out from her clit. His knob moving into her throat, she moved her tightened mouth closer and closer to the base of his rod.
Writhing against her, he felt her cheeks, her tongue, and the roof of her mouth squeezing lower and lower around his prod. His knob and upper shaft moved deeper into her throat, and the throbbing of his cock echoed throughout his mind and body. He remembered her previous reluctance to give head at all, and he wondered at her now giving him throat, but the question was swept away in the whirlpool of ecstasy that was drawing him closer and closer to coming.
Their mouths fused to one another's loins, they clutched each other's ass. Their bodies bowed against one another, they rocked from side to side. Her lips pressed against the curlings of his pubic hair, and his balls began to spasm. His mouth burrowing in her cunny, his tongue probed deep as his chin continued sending vibrations through her pearl. Their feet sliding against the kitchen floor, their bodies bucked against the other's as their groans deepened.
The pulse of her clit, the flaming of her rectum, and the convulsions of her depths merged into one enormous wave of ecstasy that blasted into her. She felt herself lifted high, tumbled, and then she was floating down and down. His spend blasted free of his balls, and the throbbing swept through him. His juices jetted through his cock, and it jerked and spasmed within her suckling mouth and throat. Their minds rang with the intensities of their coming, and their bodies rolled and jumped on the floor. Her puss clutching around his mouth as he continued to tongue, she drank the last of his gism as it surged into her throat.
The tension went out of them, and they sprawled drunkenly together on the floor. His head slowly clearing, he looked over at her with delighted wonderment. He had no idea what had motivated her abrupt swing around, but he certainly did not feel like questioning it.
Rising unsteadily onto his knees, he snapped his pants, and lifted her semi-conscious body into his arms. He carried her into the bedroom, and eased her down.
He began to undress, and she parted her eyelids just enough to see him in the dim light coming from the living room. She was glad that he was not asking any questions since she had no answers for them. The bliss of her orgasms enfolded her, and she drifted into sleep as he stretched out beside her.
Her dreams were filled with images of Mathew, and of sexual adventures. Felice and Irwin, her sister and niece's butler, repeated the scene she had viewed, but this time they were standing in the middle of the party. Mathew sent her to suck Irwin off as he went down on Felice, and she did it. And Mathew smiled at her with approval.
Her eyes opened partially, and she was not sure if she was still dreaming or not. She could not will herself to sit up, and she lay remembering. Had Felice and Irwin been performing for the partygoers? She remembered sucking Mathew off in the garden, and licking his spend from the champagne glass. She remembered the glass in the kitchen, and remembered balling, and sixty-nining there. She turned her eyes, and saw the barely visible figure lying beside her. She remembered being carried to bed. And she saw the hard rise of the erect cock.
Dream images, memories, and desires drifted through her head. Forcing herself to sit up, her eyes remained on the engorged tool as she recalled wanting him to shove his finger up her ass. Moving in slow motion, she swallowed hard as she knelt astride his hips. As he was asleep, would he be angered if she mounted his hard rod without asking? Even as she wondered, she began to sink down, and her cunny enveloped his knob and upper shaft.
Still asleep, Jack stirred as the liquid heat of her tight mound began to envelop his cock. A murmur of pleasure escaped his lips.
The sound of pleasure strengthened her resolve, and she took the whole of his thick length up into her sweltering depths. Her eyes closed, and her face lifted, her hands shifted limply on her spread thighs as she slowly rose and fell around his hard column.
He moaned softly, and his fingers curled in the sheets as she drifted up and floated down. Swaying off her knees, she gurgled happily as warm ripples of pleasure eased through her. With her eyes closed, the divisions between dream, reality, and desire became even more indistinct. The desire to have him in her backside resurfaced, and she lifted fully off his cock.
His head lolled to one side, and his hips thrust lightly. Reaching out to balance herself, she turned her back to him and she moved down a little lower as she again straddled him. Her hands on her thighs, she raised her uptilted ass high, and she began to bring the carnation pink bud of her anus down toward his bulbous knob.
The delicate fissure kissed his cock's head, and began to sink down around it. His shoulders shifted against the bed, and his hands shifted on the bed. His eyes half-opened, and he looked up uncomprehendingly at her lush fanny as it began to come down around the throbbing of his tool. And he wondered if he was dreaming.
Her mouth opened wide as she felt his thick shaft moving higher and higher into her rectum. Her hands moved in from her thighs and pressed against her damp slit. As her ass moved closer and closer to his loins, her shoulders went back. Her fingers stroked her pulsing clit, and heat broiled in her bowels.
He gripped her hips and thrust the rest of the way into her backside. Her eyes opened wide, and she gasped as an orgasm blazed through her.
She twisted her fanny against his hips as he thrust within her. She was awake, but she did not know where she was, and she was not sure if she was with Mathew or Jack. But the orgasmic pulsings of her clit made her not care. Her fingers moved in the wet pink of her slit, and she groaned as he rocked her hips upon him even as she turned them.
His teeth gritted, he caressed her hips and moved his hands upward until he held the ripe teardrops of her tits. Half-sitting up, he pulled her against his chest, and they dropped back to the bed. Their hips bounced together and their legs thrust and pulled against the bedding.
His fingers indented her breasts as he held her to him, and he kissed the side of her face. Her cunt spasming around her fingers, she twisted her ass on the big skewer of his cock. She remembered the garden. The pulse of her clit quickened. She remembered him smiling as she drank from the glass. Her depths raged around the pumping of his shaft. She cried out in a strangled gasp as her underbelly shook with volcanic explosions.
The tight hold of her ass yanked at him, twisting and pulling. The roar of the ocean was in his ears. His cock jumped within her ass. His fingers kneaded her tits as her body shook atop his. He rolled beneath her weight, and thrust with a wildness. His come came free, and his rod leapt as he came, his juices hosing up into her bowels.
The bed shook as their climax came to its culmination, and they gasped for air as their hands dropped limply to their sides. His tool softening, she slid off him, and they lay in one another's arms as they drifted off again without either having been sure they had been awake.
Waking the next morning, Jenni turned her head and saw that she was alone. There was a slight, but not displeasurable, pain in her ass, and her clit was highly sensitive. Thus she knew that she had not dreamed of sixty-nining and taking a cock in her tush.
She touched a come spot on the sheets, and stood up on shaky legs. She moved to the full-length mirror, and looked at herself. Her hair was disarrayed, dried come crusted her mound, and she reached back to feel a veneer on the insides of her ass cheeks.
Remembering her half-dream confusion of Jack for Mathew, she was glad that Jack had left for work. How could she ever face him again? Certainly, she could not deny him head or anal intercourse after last night's activities. And why had Mathew affected her the way he had, motivating her behavior at the party and then at home with Jack?
The phone rang, and she jumped.
"Hello?" she said nervously, hoping it was not Jack.
"Morning," she heard Kama say cheerfully. "Feeling hung over?"
"Yeah, a little," Jenni admitted, though she knew it was not due to liquor, but due to frenzied sex.
"Well, you should've stuck around. Things really got going later," Kama said, and Jenni thought she heard another voice a distance from Kama.
"Still going on?"
"Huh? Oh, no. That was Irwin with my breakfast."
"Oh," Jenni said as she recalled seeing the butler going down on Felice, and she wondered whether to mention that or not.
"Well, that's about all," Kama said. "Oh, I. gave Mathew your number."
"He-he asked for it?" Jenni asked with surprise, and she felt her heart beat with excitement despite her wishes.
"No, no," Kama said, "but you seem' interested, so I gave it to him in case it was mutual. Interesting fellow, huh?"
"Uh, yes," Jenni said absently.
"Okay, talk to you later, sis," Kama said, and the line went dead.
Slowly, Jenni replaced the receiver. Would he phone? Would he come by? Her clit began to pulse, and she sat staring at the phone, waiting.