jenny part8
wrapped around me almost hard enough to squeeze the breath out of me and my
cock ground hard against her pubic fuzz. Finally her mouth released mine
only long enough to gasp, “I want you in me now!”
I had roughly the same idea by then myself. She rolled over on her back,
more or less pulling me on top of her. I raised my hips and she reached
down to guide me into the right spot.
With slow deliberateness I thrust my cock into her. She was so wet and
excited that it slid in with no resistance at all, until I was buried in her
as deep as I could go and I felt her fuzz tickling my lower belly. She
pressed her hips against mine for maximum penetration as her gasps became
cries.
I did not pump but simply held myself there as her movements grew more
frantic and her cries louder. I knew if I moved too much I would come and I
wanted to enjoy this as long as I could. Instead I just moved myself from
side to side a little, pushing her even closer to the brink as she bucked
beneath me.
“Oh God… Oh God…” she moaned, her voice getting higher and louder
until her muscles locked and held rigid in an explosive orgasm. The muscles
of her vagina locked tight on my penis and almost against my will I
orgasmed, pumping my seed deep into the warm depths of her body for what
seemed a long, long time and intensifying her pleasure even more, if such a
thing was possible.
We shared an endless moment of agonizing pleasure before collapsing in
an exhausted heap, with me still laying on top and buried deep within her.
Gasping for air and trying to regain some of our strength, we lay like
that for who knows how long. Jenny’s eyes looked up into mine and she was
so achingly beautiful in the half-light streaming in from the window. In
those eyes there was no more fire (though I knew it would soon be back) but
warmth and tenderness and gratitude and… love?
In an exhausted voice she said, “Hi there, stranger.”
In a similarly exhausted voice I replied, “Hi there yourself. Come here
often?” My unintentional double entendre sent us both into a fit of
laughter that wiped away any tension that might have remained. It felt as
if we had been lovers for years, instead of just one frantic night. For a
fleeting instant I felt a glimmer of hope that it might go on for years…
She spoke and interrupted my musing. “You know, it’s been well over a
year since I’ve… been with anybody. In one short night you’ve made up for
all that lost time and then some. I’ve never experienced anything this
intense. Never.”
“I don’t think I have either.” I replied tiredly. “This was incredible.
Just as I had always thought it might be.”
“Yeah. Me too.” She shifted a little and a wave of residual pleasure ran
though me. “Actually, I could get used to this on a… a regular basis.
I’ve always, um, liked you. Maybe in the near future we could… um…”
I shushed her quietly, “The future can take care of itself, and perhaps
we’ll be in each other’s. I think I’d like that myself very much. Right now
let’s just enjoy the moment.” She nodded silently and relaxed.
It was not long before my penis began to swell again, and Jenny noticed
it almost before I did for I had never pulled it out. The second time
around I was much less sensitive and lasted far longer. She climaxed at
least six times before I came again and we both collapsed, exhausted for
real, as the first light of dawn began to color the sky outside.
We spent most of Sunday in bed, and not from exhaustion either, although
we did exhaust each other eventually. I never did make it home that
weekend, and it was with bitter disappointment we faced the reality of
Monday and going back to work. We dragged in together half an hour late,
disheveled and in rumpled clothes (mine were the same ones from Saturday).
I was barely coherent enough to work all day long, but not for one second
did I regret it.
That was six months ago. We saw each other every weekend, and most
nights in between. Dianne moved out to join her new boyfriend in Oregon
City, and Jenny immediately invited me to move in with her. I didn’t waste
any time packing.
At work they don’t know anything about it, because the boss frowns
heavily on employee relationships (Or any other form of fun that doesn’t
increase his profits, for that matter.) but every time I walk by Jenny or
meet her in the lunch room she always favors me with a little smile and a
conspiratorial wink, which I always return.
You know, I used to hate working nights…
End…
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jenny part8
wrapped around me almost hard enough to squeeze the breath out of me and my
cock ground hard against her pubic fuzz. Finally her mouth released mine
only long enough to gasp, “I want you in me now!”
I had roughly the same idea by then myself. She rolled over on her back,
more or less pulling me on top of her. I raised my hips and she reached
down to guide me into the right spot.
With slow deliberateness I thrust my cock into her. She was so wet and
excited that it slid in with no resistance at all, until I was buried in her
as deep as I could go and I felt her fuzz tickling my lower belly. She
pressed her hips against mine for maximum penetration as her gasps became
cries.
I did not pump but simply held myself there as her movements grew more
frantic and her cries louder. I knew if I moved too much I would come and I
wanted to enjoy this as long as I could. Instead I just moved myself from
side to side a little, pushing her even closer to the brink as she bucked
beneath me.
“Oh God… Oh God…” she moaned, her voice getting higher and louder
until her muscles locked and held rigid in an explosive orgasm. The muscles
of her vagina locked tight on my penis and almost against my will I
orgasmed, pumping my seed deep into the warm depths of her body for what
seemed a long, long time and intensifying her pleasure even more, if such a
thing was possible.
We shared an endless moment of agonizing pleasure before collapsing in
an exhausted heap, with me still laying on top and buried deep within her.
Gasping for air and trying to regain some of our strength, we lay like
that for who knows how long. Jenny’s eyes looked up into mine and she was
so achingly beautiful in the half-light streaming in from the window. In
those eyes there was no more fire (though I knew it would soon be back) but
warmth and tenderness and gratitude and… love?
In an exhausted voice she said, “Hi there, stranger.”
In a similarly exhausted voice I replied, “Hi there yourself. Come here
often?” My unintentional double entendre sent us both into a fit of
laughter that wiped away any tension that might have remained. It felt as
if we had been lovers for years, instead of just one frantic night. For a
fleeting instant I felt a glimmer of hope that it might go on for years…
She spoke and interrupted my musing. “You know, it’s been well over a
year since I’ve… been with anybody. In one short night you’ve made up for
all that lost time and then some. I’ve never experienced anything this
intense. Never.”
“I don’t think I have either.” I replied tiredly. “This was incredible.
Just as I had always thought it might be.”
“Yeah. Me too.” She shifted a little and a wave of residual pleasure ran
though me. “Actually, I could get used to this on a… a regular basis.
I’ve always, um, liked you. Maybe in the near future we could… um…”
I shushed her quietly, “The future can take care of itself, and perhaps
we’ll be in each other’s. I think I’d like that myself very much. Right now
let’s just enjoy the moment.” She nodded silently and relaxed.
It was not long before my penis began to swell again, and Jenny noticed
it almost before I did for I had never pulled it out. The second time
around I was much less sensitive and lasted far longer. She climaxed at
least six times before I came again and we both collapsed, exhausted for
real, as the first light of dawn began to color the sky outside.
We spent most of Sunday in bed, and not from exhaustion either, although
we did exhaust each other eventually. I never did make it home that
weekend, and it was with bitter disappointment we faced the reality of
Monday and going back to work. We dragged in together half an hour late,
disheveled and in rumpled clothes (mine were the same ones from Saturday).
I was barely coherent enough to work all day long, but not for one second
did I regret it.
That was six months ago. We saw each other every weekend, and most
nights in between. Dianne moved out to join her new boyfriend in Oregon
City, and Jenny immediately invited me to move in with her. I didn’t waste
any time packing.
At work they don’t know anything about it, because the boss frowns
heavily on employee relationships (Or any other form of fun that doesn’t
increase his profits, for that matter.) but every time I walk by Jenny or
meet her in the lunch room she always favors me with a little smile and a
conspiratorial wink, which I always return.
You know, I used to hate working nights…
End…
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jenny part8
wrapped around me almost hard enough to squeeze the breath out of me and my
cock ground hard against her pubic fuzz. Finally her mouth released mine
only long enough to gasp, “I want you in me now!”
I had roughly the same idea by then myself. She rolled over on her back,
more or less pulling me on top of her. I raised my hips and she reached
down to guide me into the right spot.
With slow deliberateness I thrust my cock into her. She was so wet and
excited that it slid in with no resistance at all, until I was buried in her
as deep as I could go and I felt her fuzz tickling my lower belly. She
pressed her hips against mine for maximum penetration as her gasps became
cries.
I did not pump but simply held myself there as her movements grew more
frantic and her cries louder. I knew if I moved too much I would come and I
wanted to enjoy this as long as I could. Instead I just moved myself from
side to side a little, pushing her even closer to the brink as she bucked
beneath me.
“Oh God… Oh God…” she moaned, her voice getting higher and louder
until her muscles locked and held rigid in an explosive orgasm. The muscles
of her vagina locked tight on my penis and almost against my will I
orgasmed, pumping my seed deep into the warm depths of her body for what
seemed a long, long time and intensifying her pleasure even more, if such a
thing was possible.
We shared an endless moment of agonizing pleasure before collapsing in
an exhausted heap, with me still laying on top and buried deep within her.
Gasping for air and trying to regain some of our strength, we lay like
that for who knows how long. Jenny’s eyes looked up into mine and she was
so achingly beautiful in the half-light streaming in from the window. In
those eyes there was no more fire (though I knew it would soon be back) but
warmth and tenderness and gratitude and… love?
In an exhausted voice she said, “Hi there, stranger.”
In a similarly exhausted voice I replied, “Hi there yourself. Come here
often?” My unintentional double entendre sent us both into a fit of
laughter that wiped away any tension that might have remained. It felt as
if we had been lovers for years, instead of just one frantic night. For a
fleeting instant I felt a glimmer of hope that it might go on for years…
She spoke and interrupted my musing. “You know, it’s been well over a
year since I’ve… been with anybody. In one short night you’ve made up for
all that lost time and then some. I’ve never experienced anything this
intense. Never.”
“I don’t think I have either.” I replied tiredly. “This was incredible.
Just as I had always thought it might be.”
“Yeah. Me too.” She shifted a little and a wave of residual pleasure ran
though me. “Actually, I could get used to this on a… a regular basis.
I’ve always, um, liked you. Maybe in the near future we could… um…”
I shushed her quietly, “The future can take care of itself, and perhaps
we’ll be in each other’s. I think I’d like that myself very much. Right now
let’s just enjoy the moment.” She nodded silently and relaxed.
It was not long before my penis began to swell again, and Jenny noticed
it almost before I did for I had never pulled it out. The second time
around I was much less sensitive and lasted far longer. She climaxed at
least six times before I came again and we both collapsed, exhausted for
real, as the first light of dawn began to color the sky outside.
We spent most of Sunday in bed, and not from exhaustion either, although
we did exhaust each other eventually. I never did make it home that
weekend, and it was with bitter disappointment we faced the reality of
Monday and going back to work. We dragged in together half an hour late,
disheveled and in rumpled clothes (mine were the same ones from Saturday).
I was barely coherent enough to work all day long, but not for one second
did I regret it.
That was six months ago. We saw each other every weekend, and most
nights in between. Dianne moved out to join her new boyfriend in Oregon
City, and Jenny immediately invited me to move in with her. I didn’t waste
any time packing.
At work they don’t know anything about it, because the boss frowns
heavily on employee relationships (Or any other form of fun that doesn’t
increase his profits, for that matter.) but every time I walk by Jenny or
meet her in the lunch room she always favors me with a little smile and a
conspiratorial wink, which I always return.
You know, I used to hate working nights…
End…
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