JENNY GOES HOLLYWOOD (2 page)

When she kicked off her heels and slid
down my body, Paul stood and pulled the table aside so his wife
could sit on the floor between my knees. First, Lecia removed my
shoes, then took my legs and pulled my hips down to the edge of the
sofa. The move bunched my skirt around my waist and exposed the wet
crotch of my panty hose. Next she grabbed the top of both
undergarments, pulled them off and tossed them aside.

Pushing my knees apart, she kissed her
way from my right knee up to my crotch, tongue licking, teeth
nipping. The scent of my arousal had reached me, so I knew Lecia
breathed my essence as well. The blue of her eyes were half hidden
by eyelids as she looked over my smooth mound, searching for my
response to her bold moves. My lust-filled eyes must have
encouraged her, because she leaned in and gave my pussy a few
tentative licks. Nudging my nether lips apart with her nose, she
inhaled deeply, moaned and began lapping me in earnest

Paul had removed trousers and
underwear. His only garment a white shirt open down the front, he
reclined in the armchair, holding my damp panties under his nose,
inhaling their scent. With his other hand he stroked his rigid
erection with slow gentle caresses and watched his wife going down
on me.

The firm muscles of his tight abs and
arms rippled as his arm moved. As I watched Paul’s palm pick up his
leaking precum and smear it over the head and shaft, my nipples
tightened. His penis must have measured nine inches; it was thick
too; even in Paul’s large paw, it was a handful. I yearned, to take
its glistening head into my mouth and taste it, feel its satin
smoothness on my tongue and breathe his masculine scent.

Becoming aware of my watching him
masturbate, Paul locked eyes with me. His wanton expression and the
knowledge that he was aroused by what his wife was doing to me
raised my lust to a level that banished rational thought. I could
only focus on Paul’s unhurried self-abuse, Lecia’s oral titillation
between my thighs, the mingled sexual smells of three aroused
people and the steady climb of my senses toward orgasm.

Lecia invaded my vagina with two
fingers, probing, searching for that magic spot. When she covered
my mound with her mouth, her tongue working my clit, my lust hit
the breaking point and I went over, my body convulsing. Lecia held
on for the ride, keeping her oral ministrations strong, maintaining
my peak for what seemed like minutes.

As my senses returned, I found Lecia
beside me on the couch, gently kissing and stroking my face. I
looked across at Paul; his erection was just as rigid, but he no
longer stroked. Probably because he didn’t want to lose is seed by
his own hand.

Paul said, “That was the hottest thing
I’ve every seen, Jenny. I knew watching Lecia with another woman
would be exciting, but I had no idea what a turn-on it would
be.”

I kissed Lecia on the lips; she
smelled like my fingers smell after masturbating, and the scent
rekindled my lust. Stroking Lecia’s nipples through her dress, I
turned toward her husband and said, “Your wife is amazing and I
think she deserves some attention, now. Do you think we could find
a way to give her a double treat?”

Paul’s hand was on his erection again,
he gave it a stroke and smiled. “I think that could be
arranged.”

Lecia, quickly jumping to her feet, a
big smile across her face, took my hand and led me down the hall to
their bedroom. Paul followed shedding his shirt on the way,
erection waving with the swing of his gait.

The bedroom, too, had been prepared
ahead of time. Lights were subdued, scented candles burned. There
were no covers on the bed, only white satin sheets.

Paul reached for and undid the belt
from Lecia’s waist; I stopped him, saying, “No, Paul, let me.” I
couldn’t wait to get my hands on Lecia. I wanted to touch her,
smell her, taste her. “Just unzip the back of my dress. Let me
undress your wife. You sit down and enjoy. Okay?”

Paul unzipped my dress, saying,
“Sounds like a plan, I can follow.” I wore no bra; the dress
slipped from my shoulders and dropped to the floor. I stepped out
of it, reaching immediately for Lecia. Until then, I hadn’t
realized the difference in our heights. I’m five three; I judged
Lecia to be five nine or ten. Suddenly she seemed almost Amazonian,
and I thrilled with the knowledge that I was going to make love to
a woman I needed to stand on tip-toes to kiss.

With the belt gone, the release of one
clip on the shoulder strap allowed Lecia’s Roman style dress to
fall in a puddle about her feet. The goddesses of ancient Rome
could not have been more breathtaking than Lecia as she stood
before me, nude except for white panties, the sexy droop of her
breasts verifying she was no longer nineteen. Placing my hands on
her shoulders, I raised myself to tip-toes and kissed her on the
lips and was again reminded that her face was fresh from my pussy.
Taking her left nipple between my lips I sucked the entire areola
into my mouth, feeling the already large nipple grow stiff and
rigid under my thrusting tongue. I taunted her this way until she
released a throaty moan.

Kneeling in front of Lecia, I
encircled her hips with my arms and brought my face into her panty
covered mound. The heady scent of her arousal boosted my need for
intimate contact. Kissing her panty covered mound, my lips detected
moisture. I needed to taste her uncovered pussy, needed to feel
that moisture on my chin and tongue. Taking the waist band of her
final garment, I drew it down across her thighs and let it join the
white dress at her feet. Lecia stepped out of her clothes and sat
on the edge of the bed, waiting for my next move.

Urging her to lie back with her feet
on the floor, I moved between her knees. Her smooth labia now
inches from my nose glistened with her leakage. I signaled Paul to
join us.

Obviously I planned to lick his wife’s
pussy, and he apparently wanted a front row seat. Climbing on the
bed facing me, he placed one knee on each side of Lecia’s head and
leaned forward, supporting his upper body on elbows. His erection,
which Lecia was already stroking, hung less than an inch from her
lips. As I watched, she brought just the velvet tip into her mouth
and sucked.

The lust in Paul’s eyes inspired me
nearly as much as the delectable woman flesh I was about to taste.
The idea of going down on Paul’s wife, while his eyes stared
directly into mine at a distance of four inches, was enough to
drive me to orgasm. I knew he’d done what I was about to do many
times before, but I also knew the vicarious experience of watching
another woman taste his wife’s pussy, would be totally new. He
licked his lips as I moved in close.

Lecia spread her thighs for me; her
labia opened to expose her erect clitoris, peeking from under its
hood. Like inhaling the bouquet of good wine, I breathed deeply,
savoring the richness of the delicacy before my eyes. Placing the
flat of my tongue on Lecia’s pussy, I licked at the warm leaking
fluid, and spread it up over the sensitive nub at the top. When I
pulled back, Lecia moaned, twisting her pelvis, trying to renew
contact.

I moved up and kissed Paul, pushing my
tongue between his lips, letting him taste his wife’s pussy on
another woman’s tongue.

Returning to the succulent flesh
between Lecia’s thighs, I kissed and teased every spot in and
around her center, bringing her near the edge three times before
finally closing my lips over her mound and drawing her clit between
my lips, tonguing it furiously. Her body convulsed; a deep guttural
moan strained from her throat, as her body writhed and trembled.
Throughout the throes of her orgasm, Lecia hung onto Paul’s
erection, her face now shiny with his leakage.

I pulled back from Lecia’s wet,
throbbing pussy and said, “Fuck her, Paul, fuck your wife, now. She
needs it.”

Paul quickly moved Lecia fully onto
the bed, spread her thighs and penetrated her with one long thrust.
Still recovering from her orgasm, still trembling, Lecia sighed.
She was beautiful, lying there in the afterglow of one powerful
come while being fucked deeply and anticipating a
second.

I moved onto the bed and kissed her,
with my still wet lips. She kissed back, licking her own effusions
from my chin. Lecia gasped into my mouth each time Paul pushed his
full length into her.

Paul had yet to orgasm. He’d stroked
himself while he watched his wife perform cunnilingus on me. He’d
also watched, from a close range, as I devoured his wife’s pussy.
His gasps and groans told me he needed to come, I was sure he would
go over the top any time now.

Even though she had orgasmed only
moments before, Lecia was close too. Taking one of her nipples
between my fingers I abused it, scratching the hard nub with my
thumbnail. Lecia’s head went back, and she let go with a deep moan
that I vicariously felt between my legs.

The smell of sex permeated the air,
increasing my lust with each breath I took. Paul had picked up his
speed, and Lecia’s juices sloshed with each impact. As I abused
Lecia’s nipples, the swelling in my own pelvis became insistent.
Placing my unoccupied hand on my own clit, I stroked it with
determination, shoving myself over the edge, adding my own sounds
of ecstasy to Lecia’s long drawn-out moans and Paul’s cries of
release as he fell forward, trapping my arm on Licia’s
chest.

Extracting my arm from between them, I
rolled to the side and watched as they kissed, devouring each other
with lips and tongues. When Paul rolled to the other side of Lecia,
his semi-hard erection drew me like a magnet. I realized I had yet
to taste it, and knowing it glistened with the sexual juice of both
my lovers, I responded to the urge. Leaning across Lecia, I held
the wet cock in my hand, breathed in its heady scent and took it
into my mouth. The taste whetted my appetite.

Hungering for more, I brought my lips
to Lecia’s well-used cunt. Because of Paul’s two earlier builds
without coming, he had pumped a massive ejaculation into Lecia’s
pussy. A mixture of fluids oozed from her freshly fucked vagina and
dribbled between her cheeks to pool on the satin sheet. As my
tongue explored her private grotto, I thrilled to the knowledge
that the taste was the combined sexual essence of both my new
friends. When Lecia immediately urged me to straddle her face, I
obliged.

While I feasted between her legs,
Lecia worked her own magic, and soon we were both on our way to
that lovely place we all strive to reach again and again. Lecia’s
soft hands found my behind, seeking the most sensitive spot, adding
another dimension to her tongue’s titillations.

Then, without warning I felt stronger,
more insistent hands spreading my cheeks; Paul had decided to join
the party. His finger found and stroked my bottom entrance. Then,
making his fingers slippery with fluid from my pussy, he stroked
over my rosebud several times, making it clench tight. I worried
that the finger would slip inside, but he had a different idea; I
felt his face between my cheeks, his stubble abrading the tender
sides of my crack, his tongue teasing, laving the sensitive
orifice.

Lecia focused her efforts on my clit
and pushed two fingers into my vagina. Her fingers searched while
Paul’s tongue teased my asshole, never entering, satisfied only to
excite every nerve around the tender opening. Lecia added more
fingers and that fullness coupled with both their tongues on
divergent nerve endings brought me over the top. I screamed into
her pussy, shaking and twitching, while Lecia shuddered through her
own come.

When Lecia and I recovered, we found
Paul lying next to us slowly stroking a beautiful erection. Placing
ourselves on each side of him we began kissing and stroking his
body, encouraging his self-abuse. Lecia began tongue kissing his
mouth while I sucked his hard little nipples, nipping and teasing
them with my teeth. Now and then I moved lower to wet Paul’s
erection with my saliva. By the time Lecia and I had switched
positions twice, the sounds coming from Paul and the tensing of his
body signaled his approaching orgasm. Lecia continued kissing
Paul’s lips and face, while I moved to his crotch. I cupped his
tight ball sack in my hand, squeezing gently, waiting to see his
cock spew cum.

Paul’s hand was still moving slowly,
stroking the full length with a firm grip. The scent of sex filled
the room, making the sight before my eyes all the more erotic.
Every now and then he would move his palm over the slick head and
squeeze, and then go back to long, satisfying strokes. Paul’s loud,
almost painful groan, told me his ejaculation was eminent. Closing
my mouth over the head, I almost swooned as spurt after spurt of
his thick salty-sweet sperm splashed onto my tongue. Opening my
mouth slightly, I allowed the white fluid to flow over his still
stroking fist and down into the brown curly hair. Suddenly I needed
to share and, moving up, locked lips with Lecia, letting her taste
her husband’s sperm on another woman’s tongue.

Exhausted, Paul was soon asleep. For a
few moments Lecia and I kissed and caressed each other across his
chest, and then at last we, too, lay back and slept.

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