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The safe word is lemon, and Jenny likes it rough. She likes to say no, but with Jenny, no doesn’t really mean no. Not when we’re fucking. Only lemon means no.
I love this woman, and I adore how responsive she is. I’ve never met anyone who reacts with such enthusiasm and vigour to my kisses and my fingers and my tongue and my cock.
The sun was high and strong that summer Saturday afternoon, the sky was unbroken blue, Jenny’s blonde hair flashed in the light of it. She was wearing a loose, red, floaty dress that complimented the beauty of that day and of her. It showed off Jenny’s long, supple legs, the front was low, it more than teased at what lay beneath. It matched her lips.
We’d met for lunch, we were supposed to make an evening of it, go for drinks, go dancing, maybe stay out till the early hours, but I couldn’t get enough of Jenny, I couldn’t keep my hands off of her.
I kept grabbing Jenny and kissing her, and the vision of her that afternoon, the scent of Jenny’s perfume, of her glossy hair, the smell of sun on her skin, the taste of her breath in my mouth, she was maddening. She got me hard as rock, she got me aching for her.
And Jenny was no better. She rubbed her body into me as I hugged her, her breathing went quicker and shallower as we kissed. She ground her thigh into the bulge of my dick in my jeans, she reached down to close her hand over me. Jenny moaned into my lips as she squeezed and rubbed, as the tortured me.
“Let’s go back to your place,” I said to her.
“Why?” Jenny said with a grin on her face. “You don’t want to go to that new bar we talked about?”
I tightened my arms around her. I kissed Jenny hard. “Not anymore. I want something else.”
She gripped my dick through my clothes. “What?”
“I want to pull you clothes off, I want to taste you, I want to fuck you every way I can.” I lifted one hand to her chest, I cupped Jenny’s left breast through it. We were strolling by the lake, in public, but Jenny liked a little danger. As did I.
Jenny’s eyes widened at my words, at my touch. “The bar looked pretty cool online, though,” she teased.
I ran my other hand up Jenny’s right inner thigh, I went under her dress, I reached her underwear. Jenny bit her lower lip as she moaned, as I cupped my fingers around the front of her knickers. My prick pulsed as I felt the heat of her body through them, as I felt how wet they were, already. “Don’t fucking taunt me.”
“Or what?”
“I’ll be bad to you.”
“Is that a promise?”
I worked my hand into her underwear, I groaned, with Jenny, as my fingers met her bare flesh. She had a patch of tended hair, but her lips were waxed and puffy and slippery below it. “It’s a fucking guarantee.”
“How bad?” Jenny’s voice came out strained and breathy.
I drew my middle finger up between Jenny’s folds to meet her clit. I used her wetness as lubrication to skim over her quickly but with a feather touch. “I’ll make you do the most depraved things you can imagine,” I whispered with my lips on Jenny’s ear.
“Like what?”
I took my fingertip off of her. “You want to find out?”
“OK. We can go back to mine.”
Jenny’s apartment was a twenty minute walk away. We made it in less than fifteen. We practically ran back there. We dashed up the stairs to the second floor of her building, Jenny dragged me through her front door, I kicked it shut behind us.
I pushed Jenny up against the wall in her hallway, I crushed her into it with my body as I kissed her. Our tongues met in each other’s mouths, Jenny moaned with every exhalation as I ran my hands over her. I grasped her breasts through her dress, I clutched her thighs, I pushed a hand around Jenny to grip her full, heavy buttocks.
I adored this woman, I loved how responsive Jenny was. She was panting and writhing into me within minutes. I went back up her dress, I rubbed Jenny through the warm, sodden cotton of her knickers. Jenny stepped her feet wider apart for me.
Jenny whimpered as she kissed me, as I worked my hand back into her underwear, onto her wet cunt. Jenny groaned I stroked her, as I spread her lips, as I returned to her clit. Jenny’s legs began to shake as I danced across her.
I kissed her neck, I drew the strap of Jenny’s dress down her shoulder, her bra strap with it, I pulled the cup of it down to expose Jenny’s breast to me. She made ever more urgent noise as I held her, as I hefted her soft, pert flesh, as I grazed my thumb across her thick, stiffened nipple.
Jenny was so heated, so fervent, so quickly, and I played her like an instrument. I bared her other breast, I dropped my face to kiss her, so suck on her nipples, as Jenny reached for my cock, as she rubbed me through my jeans like she wanted three wishes. I took my finger off of her clit, I slid it up into the wet heat of her body, I crooked within Jenny to wriggle across her g-spot.
She bucked into my hand, Jenny mewled, as I went back and forth between teasing her clit and finger fucking her. Jenny gasped Escort and moaned as I brought her to the verge of orgasm, she whined as I kept her there, as I pleasured Jenny but without giving her what she needed to push her over the edge.
I eased a second digit into Jenny’s cunt, I pressed them deep, before I slipped out of her. I raised my hand to her face. Jenny groaned as I pushed my fingers into her mouth, as she tasted her own cunt on them.
“Suck,” I told her.
Jenny moaned around my digits as she did so.
I took hold of Jenny’s underwear with both hands, I sank to my knees to slide them down her legs. Jenny kicked her low-heeled pumps off as she stepped out of her knickers. I tucked them into my front pocket for later.
“Show me your cunt,” I ordered as I crouched before Jenny.
She shook her head. “Good girls don’t do that.”
“You’re not a good girl.”
“I am.”
“No, not with me you’re not. With me, you’re a slut, Jenny Parker. A slut.”
I knew the power that word had over Jenny, how it both offended and turned her on, how it helped Jenny to lower her reservations.
“I’m not.”
“You are with me. You’re my filthy little slut. Now show me your fucking cunt.”
Jenny did it then. She obeyed, as I knew she would, as I knew she wanted. Jenny reached down with both hands, she rumpled the skirt of her dress up as she raised it. Jenny lifted that red material higher, up her thighs, to her waist, and beyond. She kept her legs apart as she showed herself off to me.
My stomach tightened at the sight of her. Jenny’s eyes were wide, her beautiful face was flushed, her legs were limber and smooth and tan. Her pussy was right in front of my face, sparce, dark blonde hair above two chubby, pink outer lips that fully enclosed her.
“Show me properly.”
Jenny shook her head. “No.”
“Fuck your no,” I growled. “Show me.”
More heat came into Jenny’s face. She loved submitting. Jenny adored being ordered, and most of all, she wanted to say no and to be ignored. Jenny wanted to be made to. We had our safe word for when she really wanted to stop, but when Jenny said no, she longed to be disregarded. She craved to be forced.
Jenny reached down with her right hand, she spread her outer folds with her fingers. She showed me her vivid pink inner cunt, shining with her wetness. I saw all or her, I saw the bulge of her clit protruding beneath its hood. Fuck, Jenny had a gorgeous pussy.
I couldn’t resist, and why would I? I dived in, I pressed my mouth to Jenny’s quim. She moaned as I kissed her, as I sucked on her sopping lips, as I ran my tongue over her in long laps. Jenny’s legs began to tremble as I passed between her folds, as I made my licks more precise, as I brought myself up to the firmed point of her clit.
Jenny cunt was so slick it ran down my chin, she tasted faintly of salt and woman, she was soft and slippery against me. Jenny rocked her hips, she ground her cunt into my face as I brought her back to the brink of orgasm with rapid flicks of my tongue, but again, I didn’t take her all the way. There was power in denial.
“No. Don’t stop,” Jenny complained as I took my mouth off of her.
I ignored her. “Show me your ass.”
Jenny leapt to obey. She turned about, she kept her dress raised up, she presented her bare buttocks to me, her thick, smooth, gloriously large, curved cheeks.
“Show me properly.”
“No.”
“Fuck your no. Show me that pretty little asshole of yours.”
“No. It’s nasty.”
“Exactly. And you love nasty.”
“I don’t.” But I could hear the tension in Jenny’s voice.
“Show me your asshole.”
“No.”
I reached up, I slapped Jenny’s gorgeous derrière. Not too hard, but enough to make her jump and squeak in shock.
“Show it to me.”
Jenny was trembling. She obeyed me. She held a buttock in each hand, she leaned forwards, a touch, as much as she could with the wall before her. She parted herself. Jenny showed me everything, her pussy from behind, and above it, the pink star of her asshole.
“I told you you were a slut.”
“Fuck you,” Jenny bit back, but she kept herself spread for me. Her breathing was unsteady.
I stared, I drank in the sight of her. I shoved my face back into Jenny, I kissed her cunt, I made Jenny’s legs shake harder as I licked her. I ran my tongue up higher, I tickled it across her pucker, and Jenny gasped and groaned.
She let me rim her, Jenny didn’t stop me, she made indecent noise as I did so, she gasped and whimpered as her legs quivered. I pushed two fingers back into her pussy to wriggle them inside her in synch with my tongue.
Jenny relaxed as I lapped at her ass, this wasn’t the first time we’d done this, not by a long way, despite what she may have claimed about being a good girl. Jenny knew how to soften herself back there. I felt her coming open around my tongue, I applied more pressure with it, I managed to work the tip of myself right into her sphincter. I pressed, I Escort Bayan managed to worm most of it up her tight ass.
I fucked Jenny in her pussy with my fingers, I fucked her ass with my tongue in her hallway. Jenny’s asshole clenched around me as I flexed within her.
I drew out of her rear, I replaced my tongue with a finger.
“No, don’t do that,” Jenny complained as I slid it into her smooth, gripping anus, no, but not lemon.
“Yes.” I pushed it into Jenny to the second knuckle.
“No,” Jenny groaned again. “I don’t do this. I’m a good girl.” But Jenny began to press herself onto me as tickled within her bottom.
I did it for my pleasure as much as hers, I took my time with Jenny, as I screwed her cunt, as I probed her ass, alternating between my tongue and a finger, then a pair of them. Jenny moaned with rising urgency, with desperation, as I gratified her, but without touching her clit.
“God, I want to fuck you,” I groaned as I rose back up, as I grasped hold of Jenny, as I plucked her up into my arms. I carried Jenny into her living room rather than her bedroom. I threw her down onto her broad, dark grey sofa.
I unzipped the back of Jenny’s dress, but I didn’t take it off her. I loved fucking Jenny half-clothed, and I knew it added a touch of the shame Jenny so adored to be treated like this.
I unhooked her bra, I tossed it away. I pulled Jenny’s dress down at the front to make sure her tits were unencumbered. I rolled Jenny over onto her hands and knees, I pulled her skirt up and folded it over her back to reveal the captivating sight of her broad, dense, bent, perfect peach of an ass.
My cock throbbed at the vision of her. I tore my jeans open, I hauled my dick out. Jenny groaned as I pressd it to her, as I stroked the head of my prick over her cunt. Jenny sighed, it rose to a high moan, as I eased myself inside her body, as I sank into the engulfing, snug, slick glory of her pussy.
I went slow, for the first few strokes, relishing the feel of her, but I went quicker with each successive drive, rising to a fast clip as I fucked Jenny from behind. I grasped her hips, I pulled her onto each thrust, and Jenny moved with me, rocking into my dick every time I surged into her.
I rutted Jenny hard on her sofa, hard enough to make it rock, hard enough to make her shake and yelp in pleasure. I slapped Jenny’s buttocks, making her shriek. I reached down to grip her breasts, to squeeze her, to pinch her nipples.
It sent Jenny wilder, it sent her loud and frenzied, I knew she’d be desperate to climax now, but I wanted her desperate. I spread her cheeks apart to watch my cock flashing into her cunt, to gaze down at her slack asshole. I tickled Jenny’s pucker with my thumb. I pushed the full length of it up her bottom with ease.
“God, your pussy feels so fucking good,” I gasped as we rutted.
Jenny moaned louder.
“Your ass, too.”
Jenny groaned with such feeling, her whole body shook with it.
Jenny was feverish, she was febrile, I could hear it in her sounds of gratification, I could feel it in the way she rode my dick and my thumb, but I wasn’t ready to let her orgasm yet. We both knew that. We both knew what was coming.
I pulled my thumb out of Jenny’s derrière. I drew my cock out of her cunt, I raised it an inch higher. I touched my dick back to her body, to her asshole. I pushed.
Jenny tensed. “No. Stop.”
“Fuck your no.” I pushed a little harder.
“Stop. I don’t do that.”
I grinned down at Jenny. She absolutely fucking did, but this was the game Jenny most wanted to play.
“You do now,” I growled. “It’s time you had this ass fucked, and I’m going to be the man to do it.” I applied more pressure, but Jenny pulled away from me.
“Stop,” she whined.
“Come here.” I pulled Jenny back into place, I held her there with my hands on her hips, with a firm grip, my fingers digging into her. I took my right hand off of her, I slapped Jenny’s ass once, twice, three times, with force, making her cry out, showing her I meant business. I held my cock, I placed it back against her asshole.
“No. I don’t do this,” Jenny complained again, but I could hear how her breathing was going faster and shallower.
I pushed, once more, easing into her pucker, I felt her coming open around me. Jenny reached back to try and knock my dick to the side, but I batted her hand away with ease. I pressed, and it happened. Jenny and I groaned, in unison, as she parted around the tip of me.
“Don’t. No.”
No but not lemon. I applied a little more force.
“No. Stop,” Jenny gasped, but she moved with me now. Jenny exhaled, she pushed backwards, she kept herself relaxed, and the head of my dick popped into her sphincter fully, and sweet Jesus, it felt glorious. It was like the end of my cock was being squeezed by a soft fist.
“There’s no stopping now,” I taunted Jenny. “I’m in your ass, and I’m going to fuck it.”
“No. I’m a good girl.”
“Not anymore. Bayan Escort Not now you’ve got a cock in that pretty little asshole of yours.”
Jenny shuddered and groaned as I slid another inch of myself into her, as I pushed through the grasping ring of her pucker and into that more yielding space beyond. Rather than pulling away from me, Jenny was staying exactly where she was. If anything, she was leaning back onto my prick.
She wanted this, no safe word came, but I was careful with her, at least at first. I held myself back, I went into Jenny bit by bit, taking breaks for her to steady herself, to calm her breathing, as I slowly sank my dick into her heavenly derrière. I kept it up though, I was insistent, as I worked myself further up her rear, till nearly the full extent of my cock was in her body, till I was enclosed in the tight, gripping heat of her.
Fuck, what a sight Jenny was like this, panting and quivering, her golden hair a mess, her bent ass a wide, glorious heart shape, and best of all, my dick was buried between her cheeks, higher than where a dick usually is.
I spread her ass again to get the best view I could, to see my cock in her stretched, strained asshole. I fucked Jenny with short, slow, but unceasing presses, and Jenny made moaning-grunting sounds, she sighed, she gasped, she mewled like an animal.
“Look at you, my little slut, with my dick in your pretty little derrière.”
“Bastard,” Jenny groaned.
“Please, you complain, but I think you like this.”
“Fuck you,” Jenny spat, yet she began to move with me once more. Jenny rolled her hips, she came back onto me to greet each thrust.
“You do like it, don’t you? You love getting your ass fucked.”
“No!”
“Yes you fucking do.”
We went quicker as Jenny adjusted to me. I screwed her with longer drives, I shoved my prick into her back passage to the hilt. I gripped Jenny’s cheeks, I mauled and spread them, and Jenny couldn’t hide the pleasure she took from this any longer, as she moaned with rising ardour as I fucked her bottom.
Jenny’s arms gave way as she shook harder. She lay with her face and chest down, her ass up, her back arched, putting on the perfect show for me as I stuffed her rear. I kept her cheeks spread as I held her, I gazed down at the vision of my prick pounding into her accepting asshole.
“You love this,” I called over her moans.
“Fuck you.”
“I don’t see you running from it.”
“Fuck you,” Jenny shouted, but the harder I screwed her, the more I taunted her, the louder and more zealous it sent Jenny. She kept looking up and back at me, her face was red and screwed up, but from wanton bliss, not from pain.
Jenny made such heady noise as she really got into it, she pawed at the sofa beneath her, then she reached under her body with her right hand, her fingers closed over her cunt. Jenny began strumming her clit as I rode her ass. Jenny held a breast in her other hand, she pulled and pinched her nipple. I allowed it.
“Oh my God,” Jenny gasped, then words were pouring out of her. “Oh my fucking God… yes… yes…. You bastard… you fucking bastard….”
I slapped Jenny’s buttocks, I took her harder. I came nearly all the way out of her bottom each time I pulled backwards, before I drove myself deep into her.
“You love this.”
“Fuck you.”
“You’re not a good girl, you’re a whore. A slut.”
“Fuck you.” Her voice was tight and high.
“You love having your ass fucked.”
“I hate it…. I hate it…. Fuck me… faster.”
Jenny moaned a breathy, “yes!” with each exhalation as I hammered into her. She shoved back into me with desperate vigour, as she neared her long-sought climax, and I was right there with her. Taking her so aggressively, ploughing her tight ass, seeing it all so clearly, seeing and hearing what it did to Jenny, it was more than I could take. There was no holding back now, no stopping, not a chance of it. It was just a question of could I last until Jenny got there first.
But I had one more weapon in my arsenal. “I’m going to come in your ass,” I yelled at her.
“No…. Don’t you… fucking dare!” But Jenny crashed back into me with even more frantic strength.
Heat and tension rose up my rigid cock with each thrust. “You fucking want it.”
“No…. I don’t…. Don’t… do it. Please… don’t do it…. No.”
“Fuck your no.” The pulsing sensation reached the end of my cock, and I was there. I sank all the way into Jenny’s behind, I gasped as my orgasm hit me, as white light flared in my head, as hot come erupted out of my twitching cock.
Jenny felt it in the way I slammed into her with short, vigorous drives, in the way my dick pulsed in her ass, she heard it as I groaned and grunted above her. Jenny felt me filling her anus with jizz, and that did it for her, too, it was the final straw for Jenny.
She raised her head, she tensed, all over, her sphincter clamping around me, Jenny yelled as she climaxed.
Jenny reared into me, she juddered and moaned, her asshole spasmed around my dick, I came harder for it. I came in Jenny’s derrière, just as she wanted the most, just as she craved, no matter what she said when we played this game, when we enacted this fantasy of hers.