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Cumming Home: Sequel to “Going Away Present”

6/10/2015

Jimmy looked out the window as the bus pulled into his old
home town. Having turned twenty-one, his Army obligation
was now fulfilled. After seeing the world, Centerville
seemed far smaller than he remembered. It had been only
three years, but seemed like forever.





While on leave he’d visited his folks in Omaha couple
of times, but somehow it didn’t seem like home. Not that
there was anything in Centerville for him either. Or was
there? He chuckled, thinking back on the promise Wendy
Andrews had made with her mouth the last time he was here.
Letting her fulfill that promise was reason enough to return
here.


He wondered if she still lived here; or if she even remembered
him—and more importantly, the flirty promise she’d
made him in the barn loft. What was he thinking? Hell, they’d
only been alone together for a matter of hours; it was stupid
of him to even contemplate it.


The bus turned stopped in front of the terminal. He got out,
stowed his gear in a rented locker, and wandered around
the town, wondering what the hell he was doing here. He headed
into the General Store on the off chance he’d find someone
there he knew. He did.


“Jimmy, is that you?”


He turned to find an elderly gentleman smiling his way.
“Mr. Andrews? I’m surprised you still recognize me.
How are things? How’s the family?”


The spark left Mr. Andrews’ eyes. “That’s right,
you wouldn’t have heard.”


“Heard what?”


Mr. Andrews looked pained. Whatever it was it was bad. “I
lost Mildred not long after you left for the army. Breast
cancer. It metastasized and took her within weeks of being
diagnosed.”


“My condolences. How are the girls taking it?”


“Wendy’s off at college and doing fine. Jenny graduated
from high school last spring, but isn’t sure what she’ll
do with her life, especially now that I’m selling the
farm.”


“Really, how come?”


“With Mildred’s passing and the girls leaving the
nest, there’s nothing left there but hard work and painful
memories. I’ve already listed it. Me and Jenny are trying
to make as many of the repairs the real estate agent recommended
as we can, but it’s a bit much for an old fart and a bashful
young woman.”


“Hey, I have nothing on my platter right now; how about
letting me help out—no charge other than room and board.”



Mr. Andrews’ face lit up. “You just made yourself a
deal, young feller. The girls will be glad to see you too.”



“I thought you said Wendy was away at college?”


“Semester’s over; she’s done for the year. She’ll
be showing up any time now, but only for a week. She’s got
herself a regular job now; says she needs the income to pay
for school.”


Jimmy couldn’t suppress his smile at the thought of seeing
Wendy again, wondering if she’d remember her promise.



An hour later, Jimmy and Mr. Andrews were standing in the
farmhouse kitchen. Jenny was there with her back to them,
painting the wall, dressed in guy’s clothes as usual.
He watched her reach up to brush a spot near the ceiling.
He exhaled. It made no difference how she dressed, that
ass of hers screamed of womanhood.


“Hey Honey, we got us a guest.”


She spun around and her face lit up, looking far prettier
than he remembered, despite her lack of makeup. As usual
she still wasn’t wearing a bra, even though it was obvious
that she had more there to contain than she used to. “Hi
Ginny.”


She grinned, the laugh in her eyes letting him know she knew
he’d used the wrong name on purpose. Ginny was the little
strumpet in a book Jenny had told him about the night she’d
sneaked out to his bed in the middle of the night to give him
a surprise blow job.


Her eyes seemed prettier too, making him wonder why she
never chose to enhance them with eyeliner or mascara. Hidden
beneath all her surface frump was one very pretty woman.



“It’s Jenny, not Ginny, ” she corrected, her eyes
twinkling. “It’s Jimmy isn’t it? If I recall things
correctly, you’ve cum here before, ” she said, making
it clear that word games weren’t his exclusive domain.
He just hoped her old man would interpret their conversation
on its literal level and not pick up on its hidden meanings.
Mr. Andrews may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but
he wasn’t an idiot either.


“I believe you were in the ranch hut that time.” She
frowned, “Wait!” she said, seeming confused. “Or
was it the barn?”


She was referring to his sexual escapade with her sister
Wendy, one she’d watched from the rafters above. For
all Jimmy knew, Wendy still didn’t know her sister had
spied on them.


He decided to play her game. “Was I so hard with you when
we were together before that you’ve blocked me from your
memory?” He shook his head. “A barn! Really! There
are lots of uses for a barn, but living in one isn’t among
them. Gads! Creatures breed in there.”


She held up her hands. “You’re right. I’m being a
ditz! It was definitely the ranch hut.” She shook her
head. “I seem to have a penchant for putting my foot, ”
she rolled her eyes, “…or whatever—in my mouth.
It’s probably a function of my mood, but I swear there
are times I just can’t seem to keep myself from doing it.
Why sometimes the boners I pull are so colossal I find them
hard to swallow. But se la ve; I’ve learned that if I keep
my head down and persevere, stuff almost always cums out
at the end pretty much like I planned.”


He’d never heard such a masterful use of double entendre
in all his life. He’d be hard pressed to match her skill.
“Ditz hell, ” he said, “I bet you make excellent
use of that head on your shoulders.”


She glanced at her father. He was nodding in agreement,
laughing, oblivious of the lewd conversation that had
just transpired right under his nose. She looked back at
Jimmy, the spark fading from her eyes. “I’m guessing
you’re here to see Wendy?”


“No, ” he said, shaking his head, “as a matter of
fact I’m here to help out. Your dad says you need the place
fixed up to sell. I’m here to do whatever is needed.”



Fire flowed back into those pretty eyeballs. “Good.
Maybe you can help with some of my needs—there are some
things a girl just can’t do by herself.”


Wow! He’d been disappointed to learn Wendy wasn’t
here, but after this conversation, her absence was far
less of a concern. “Just let me know what your need is and
I’ll do my best to address it.”


Half an hour later he was out in the ranch hut, his temporary
home once again.


As usual, farm life started early. After breakfast Jenny
was back at her painting while he made tour of the farm checking
out each problem on the real estate agent’s to-do list.
He checked the fences and the well and moved on to the barn.
One of the items listed was to make sure none of its rafters
had dry rot—that all were at full strength. The barn roof
was high, its rafters at least roughly fifteen feet above
the loft floor; testing them would require ingenuity.



He found a long rope. Securing one end of it to an old wagon
wheel, he tied a noose at the other. He found a wooden platform
that was stood three or four feet high with steps leading
up it. He positioned it under a rafter, got up on the platform,
looped the loose end over the rafter, and caught it. He climbed
back down and reefed on the rope, using the heavy wagon wheel
for resistance—the rafter didn’t budge. One rafter
done. He pushed the platform under the next one and repeated
the process. He was doing a third one when he heard a familiar
voice.


“How did I guess I’d find you here in the loft?”


It was Wendy, looking as fine as he remembered. Wow, was
this woman hot. “Well, well, look what the barn cat drug
in. How are you, Wendy?”


“I’m super, Jimmy. Dad says you’ll be here awhile,
helping with repairs.” She smiled. “I’m glad.”



“Me too.” He looked up, “Speaking of which, hold
on, I have one last rafter to check out, ” he said, climbed
onto the platform.


She surveyed the loft while he finished his task. “Being
up here sure brings back memories.”


He looked down at her. “I hope we’re talking about the
same memory, ” he said, releasing the rope and jumping
down. “I’m rather fond of the one I have in mind.”



She gave him a coquettish grin, licking her lips. “Did
you know that when you took off my top that day you were the
first man to ever see my tits, ” she bounced her eyebrows,
“say nothing of the other things I showed you?”


“No, ” he said, shaking his head, “I did not.”



“I was so turned on when you jerked my top down I could hardly
stand it.”


“I’ll see your turned-on and raise it one, ” he said,
hoping she’d understood his poker reference. “You
say I was the first to see them; was I also the last?”


“Hardly! I can’t count how many have seen them since.”



He frowned. “Really? Somehow I feel less special.”



She laughed. “It’s not what you think.” Turning,
she walked over to the ladder and peeked below. “Can you
keep a secret?”


“One comes to mind that I’ve kept for three years now.”



She walked over to him and draped her arms around his neck.
“Don’t tell Jenny or Dad, but I haven’t been attending
college since that first term my freshman year—I’ve
been dancing for a living.”


“Your secret’s safe with me. A dancer huh? What kind?”



“Exotic.”


Wow! “You’re a stripper?”


“We in the business prefer to call it exotic dancing,
but yes, I get naked for a living—in front of men.” She
leaned up and kissed his chin. “And it’s all your fault.”



“How so?”


“Like I said, nothing in my life turned me on anything
near like taking my clothes off for you here in this loft—until
I went out barhopping one night with a bunch of friends from
school. Totally shitfaced, we wound up at this strip place—on
amateur night. One of my girlfriends told me I had a better
body than any of the dancers we’d seen so far. ‘Why don’t
you get up there and dance?’ Drunk, I took the dare.


“I started out just dancing, but when the guys started
yelling for me to ‘take it off’ I decided to tease them
a little by undoing my blouse. Their cheers got really loud
then. It was so intoxicating that pretty soon my blouse
and bra were on the floor and I was rubbing two rather swollen
nipples against the dance pole. That got me worked up even
more, and before long all I had on was my thong. This guy sitting
by the stage yelled that he’d give me fifty bucks if I’d
let him take it off of me. Hell, fifty dollars was half a month’s
rent.


“Whistles and cheers erupted as I walked over, squatted
in front of him, and opened my thighs. Things got even louder
when he used his teeth to remove it. It was so-o sexy to watch.



“It took him quite awhile, but then there wasn’t a person
in the place wanting him to hurry—me included. Done,
he tucked my thong into his pocket. ‘For fifty bucks I
own this now, ’ he said, pulling the promised fifty out
his wallet. But instead of handing it to me, he rolled it
up like a cigarette and stuck it in his mouth. ‘Here’s
the money honey; just pluck it out of my mouth with your cunt
lips and it’s all yours.’


“With me sitting naked in front of him flashing my pussy,
his offer was like throwing gasoline on a fire, especially
considering how many times his tongue ‘accidentally’
touched my slit while taking off my thong. Hungry for more
of that action, I didn’t hesitate to take up his challenge.



“The place went wild as, bracing myself on my elbows,
I pushed my beaver into his face and did my darnedest to grab
hold of that fifty, encouraged by my friend’s yell of,
‘that’s it girl, work that pussy. You can do this!’



“It took several minutes of squeezing on my part and a
fair amount of pushing on his, but eventually the two of
us worked that bill into you-know-where. The crowd went
crazy, making so much noise my ears were buzzing. But the
customer wasn’t done yet—he kept forcing it farther
in. It was all I could do not to cum when his tongue made that
final thrust that pushed that portrait of Ulysses S. Grant
so far up my pussy that it disappeared from view.


“I spent the rest of the evening with that fifty stuffed
up my twat, grinding my pantiless crotch on my seat cushion
whenever I thought no one was looking, replaying in my mind
what had just happened.


“It was all I could think about the following day. I’d
been in a roomful of guys with every one of them wanting to
fuck me. Recalling the looks on their faces made me so horny
that I skipped my afternoon classes and headed home. I put
on my most revealing blouse, a short skirt, and a pair of
sexy new heels, and went back to the bar to ask the manager
if he’d consider taking me on as a fulltime dancer. He
told me I’d need to audition first, and took to me to his
private office and had me undress. I got the job and I’ve
been dancing there ever since.”


“I’ve heard how these strip owners ‘audition.’
Was fucking him a requirement for getting the job?”


Wendy stared at him, hesitant to answer. “I’d stripped
down to the point where all I still had on were my brand new
heels. I reached down to undo a strap and the next thing I
knew, this middle-aged man I’d known for maybe 20-minutes
max, had me pinned by the wrists on top of his desk with my
feet in the air, eating out my pussy. Between having just
stripped for him and having plucked off that ‘cigarette’
the night before, I was so horny he quickly had me screaming,
begging him to make me cum.” She gave Jimmy a smoky look,
“He was the first man other than you to get me off.


“Knowing he had me primed and ready, he dropped his pants.
I remember thinking, ‘this is it, Wendy, your days as
a virgin or over.’


“But when he took hold of his cock I panicked. Before he
could try anything, I dropped to my knees and swallowed
the damned thing. I had absolutely no clue how to give a blowjob
back then, but knowing this was my ‘real’ audition,
I threw myself into my task. I felt a sense of pride when he
told me how good I was at it. He must have been telling me the
truth because right about then he came in my mouth. Two minutes
later I was offered the job, under the proviso that I do this
again with him once per week. Later I learned each dancer
was assigned a day with him—mine was Tuesday.


“And that, my dear, is how you helped me become an exotic
dancer.” She did a slow 360 in front of him. “Would you
like to see me one of my routines?”


“Hell yes!”


She crinkled her now. “OK, but first I need to make sure
we’re alone.” She took another peek at the barn below.
“Dad’s in town talking with that real estate woman,
but one never knows when my sister will suddenly appear,
likely looking for you.” She looked back at Jimmy. “You
should see the look on her face when she’s watching you.”
Remembering Jenny’s tale, Jimmy searched the rafters
but failed to find little sister.


Wendy took hold of her tits and squeezed them, grinning.
“Ready?”


“Go for it.”


“OK, pretend we have really loud music playing right
now, ” she said, reaching up to undo her blouse. Pushing
her hips from side to side in exaggerated fashion, she ambled
toward him. Her blouse was on the floor before she was halfway
there. By the time she reached him, her bra was gone too.
“Remember these?” she asked, cupping them.


“They’re forever etched in my memory.”


“Good!” She turned sideways and pushed out her butt.
Wiggling it back and forth, she ever so slowly slid her jeans
down and off her legs. This wasn’t a dance, it was a strip
tease.


She stepped out of them and grabbed hold of the skinniest
thong he’d ever seen, and ever so slowly exposed one hip.
Next she turned her back to him. “If memory serves me correctly,
you really liked looking at this, ” she said, sliding
it down her ass.


He watched those glorious cheeks come into view as the garment
tumbled to the floor. She turned and faced him, “I don’t
know which I like best, showing off my pussy or my tits.”
She reached out and rubbed the back of her hand along the
bulge in his pants. “Mm-m, it appears that one of them
has done the trick.” She crinkled her nose and whispered,
“Admit it, you want me, don’t you?”


She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his chin. “I’m curious,
when you look at me, which part of my body makes your cock
hardest?”


“All of it, Wendy—every inch of you is so fucking sexy
no heterosexual man could help but get hard.”


She grinned. “Prove it. Take your clothes off so I can
see your cock.”


Never had clothes been discarded so swiftly. As soon as
he was naked she took hold of his cock, stroking it. “M-m,
yes, nice and hard—just the way I like them. Stand there
like that so I can watch it while I dance, ” she said, spinning
away.


Wendy Andrews had somehow turned into a world-class exhibitionist—something
for which he needed to thank the gods.


“I wish I had a pole to dance on, ” she said, looking
around. She looked up at the rope he had dangling over the
rafter. “Maybe I can use this.” Using it to support
her weight she began her routine, stopping every now and
then to play with her nipples or stroke her pussy, her gaze
constantly jumping back and forth between his face and
his throbbing cock.


After a bit she stopped. “Well, did you like?” Before
he could answer she laughed and pointed at his cock. “Never
mind, the answer’s poking out in front of you.”


She looked up at the rope. “What’s the loop for?”



An epitome struck him; as good as things had gone so far,
he’d just thought of a way to possibly make them even better.
“Stick your wrists through it and I’ll show you.”
She did so without hesitation.


He walked over to the wagon wheel and dragged it a foot or
two farther away. Her arms jerked up as the rope went taut,
trapping her, naked and bound.


“Clever boy, ” she said, “you have me naked and helpless.
Why, if you were to try something untoward there’d be
nothing I could do to stop you, ” she said, setting the
table for what sounded like a very fun game.


“That’s right, Wendy, now that I have you tied up, I
can do whatever I want to you and there’s nothing you can
do about it, ” he said, walking over to her.


He heard her sharp intake of breath. “What is it you have
in mind?”


“To do whatever I want, ” he said, caressing those
magnificent tits.


He was stunned by how quickly her knees buckled. It was as
if someone had pushed them from behind. Her weight sagged,
causing the rope to go taut as she dangled limply in front
of him, her breathing labored. “Pinch them, ” she
moaned.


He did, hard enough to evoke a yelp. His mouth found hers.
Kissing her, he moved his hand between her thighs and started
stroking her clit. She squirmed, trying to escape, but
to no avail. After a bit her struggles ceased and she started
humping his finger. She moaned. “If you don’t stop
that you’re going to make me cum!”


“Be my guest, ” he said, biting a nipple as he stroked
her even faster.


Her whole body started to shiver and shake, making him wish
he had a camcorder going to forever preserve the fantastic
sight of Wendy Andrews dangling naked from a rope, cumming
on his finger. It took awhile, but her jerking finally stopped.
“Should I cut you loose now?”


“If you do, ” she whispered, “I’ll run away. It’s
what I always do, ” she added, leaning her head back and
closing her eyes.


“We can’t have that now, can we? What happens if I keep
you tied and bound?”


“That’s out of my control, ” she said, spinning
in a slow circle.


“You do realize one of my options is to fuck you don’t
you?” He brought his mouth to her ear and whispered, “Is
that what you’d do if you were me?”


“What would I do if I were you?” She looked down at his
erection, “Well, you were the first man to get me naked;
the first to eat my pussy—say nothing of making me cum.
You were the first man I ever made cum. I suppose fucking
me be add another notch on your scorecard.” She met his
gaze. “But I’m not you; I’m me—tied and helpless.
What you choose do to me is out of my control.”


“I think I will fuck you then.”


She chewed her lip. “That sounds awfully final.”


He lifted one of her legs and draped it over his shoulder,
splaying her pussy. “Yes, it does, doesn’t’ it, ”
he said, positioning his cock at her opening.


She was so wet from cumming that he had no problem opening
her. Cock in place, he pushed forward and slid into her wetness.
Her head snapped back with a loud gasp as his swollen erection
wormed its way up her moistened canal, not stopping until
it was completely within her. Glory, glory, Jimmy had his
cock buried deep inside of Wendy Andrews’ pussy—a
longtime fantasy finally come true.


Quivering muscles sucked him deeper, squeezing, pulling,
and massaging his flesh. Never had he felt anything so delightful.
He withdrew briefly before slowly reentering her, evoking
another gasp. This was a woman who clearly knew what she
was doing.


“I bet you didn’t believe I’d actually do it, yet
here I am—fucking you.”


His comment triggered a throaty laugh. “Trust me, I worked
that part out on my own.”


His strokes took on a rhythm. “I can’t believe I’m
finally sliding my cock in and out of that sweet little cunt
of yours. It’s something I’ve wanted since that first
day I laid eyes on you that day in your parent’s kitchen.
And I have to tell you, this pussy of yours feels even better
than I hoped.” He looked down, wanting to savor the sight.
He started. “Jesus Wendy, you’re bleeding!”


She looked him in the eyes. “I told you I always chicken
out.” She licked her lips, “I couldn’t this time
though could I—you had me tied up and helpless, unable
to escape.”


“My God, I’m sorry. I can’t believe anyone as hot
as you is still a virgin.


She smiled. “Was a virgin, not ‘is.’ Correct me if
I’m wrong, but I believe you just altered my celibate
status.” She saw his mortified look. “It’s all right,
Jimmy, really it is.”


“Did I you hurt?”


“A tiny bit when you first put it into me, but not now. Actually,
it feels rather good now; really, really good.”


“When? When pull back and shove it back in like this?”



She gasped. “Yes, pushing it in feels best.”


“So am I to conclude you like getting fucked?”


She chuckled. “My, my, aren’t you the perceptive one.
Yes, I like getting fucked. So much so I wish you’d pushed
a little harder the last time you had me in this loft last
time. If you had, I guarantee you would easily have closed
the deal.”


“Would it be any consolation if I were to push a little
harder now?” he asked, thrusting his manhood into her.



She grunted. “Mm-m, consider that retribution made.”



He looked up at her wrists. “That has to be horribly uncomfortable.
If I to cut you loose would will you still run away?”


She laughed. “Hey, the dirty deed’s been done, what
is there to run from? Besides, I wouldn’t want to. Hell,
I doubt even those horses in the stalls down there could
drag me off that magnificent cock of yours.”


“Good, ” he said, loosening the rope and freeing her
arms. “There’s a tarp on the hay over there. I’m taking
you there.”


She pursed her lips. “Take me wherever you want as long
as you fuck me once you get me there.”


He carried her to the hay, laid her down, and resumed their
lovemaking.


“Jimmy?”


“Yes?”


“Tell me again how you’ve always wanted to fuck me—I
love hearing you say it. Tell me about some of those times
you especially wanted into my pussy.”


He’d once speculated that her narcissistic vanity might
be the Achilles Heel that finally got him into her pants.
She’d just validated that conjecture. He changed his
rhythm, changing to long slow strokes. “Like I said,
the first time I laid eyes on you I thought, ‘Boy would
I like to fuck that.’ My buddies felt the same way. Those
guys would be envious as hell right now if they could see
me doing this to you.”


A hard thrust made her grunt. “Mm-m, I love what you’re
doing to me. When else?”


“I think the first time I decided I absolutely had to have
you was when I took off your blouse and bra here in this loft
and got my first gander at those incredible tits. I knew
right then and there that my life wouldn’t be complete
until I fucked you.”


“I know, I could see it in your eyes—it made me so-o horny.
What are some of the other times?”


“Later, when you slipped off your thong and bared your
ass, I nearly came on the spot I wanted you so badly. Then
when you turned around and showed me your pussy I thought
I’d died and gone to heaven.”


“You really liked looking at it, didn’t you?”


“Oh-h, yeah. I thought I was finally going to get a piece
of it when you squatted above me and put my tip inside of you.”



“I chickened out though, didn’t I? See, ” she said,
socking his shoulder, “you should have me tied up like
you did today.” She kissed him. “And here you are at
last, the first guy to land his cock up my pussy.”


“Wendy?”


“Yes?”


“Can we not talk so much, so I can concentrate on how good
your pussy feels?”


“Have at it—my pussy’s yours to do with as you please.”



He changed to long slow thrusts. Each time he’d withdraw
her muscles would squeeze him, as if trying to prevent it
from leaving. Then, when he’d push back in, she’d gasp
and twist her toss her head to one side, her face all contorted—like
it right now.


“Jimmy?”


“What?”


“I think I’m going to cum.”


“Go for it sweetheart.”


He picked up his pace and her whimpers escalated, soon turning
into outright sobs as her head tossed back and forth, hair
flying every which way. It was too erotic too resist—there
was no way that he wasn’t going to cum too.


“Oh God!” she suddenly cried out, her body going rigid
as she lifted her pelvis off them off the hay. Tears were
rolling of her cheeks and her and drool oozed out of the side
of her mouth. It was incredibly erotic.


“That’s it Wendy, cum all over my cock, because it’s
about to cum inside of you.” A blast of semen erupted from
his cock. “Can you feel that, Wendy?”


“Yes, ” she whimpered.


“The reason that just happened is because you’re so
fucking hot.”


A second eruption followed the first. “I’m emptying
myself into you—filling you with my cum, like what you
saw when you jacked me off, only this time it’s shooting
up your pussy.”


“Thank you, ” she blubbered as his eruptions continued.



Thank you? Here he was fucking the most beautiful woman
in the world and they’d just cum together. Instead of
a screaming YES at the top of her lungs like she’d done
when he’d eaten her pussy, she’d said ‘Thank you, ’
crying as she did it—hardly a boost to the ego.


He looked down at her. She was absolutely sobbing. Was she
happy or sad? His eyes drifted down to those glorious mounds
adorning her chest. The skin there was red and blotchy—and
irresistible. He bent down and took one into his mouth.



She wrapped her arms around his neck, pinning him to her
breast. “Bite it—hard!”


Hearing her beg was so incredibly erotic that his softening
cock sprang back to fullness. “Yeah baby, I’ll bite
them—any time you want, ” he said, drawing his cock
back and plunging into her.


Her legs wrapped around him as dug her heels into his butt.
She pulled his face closer, staring into his eyes as he fucked
her. “Yes, fuck me some more baby—I know you want to;
I can see it in your eyes.” She reached between them and
wrapped her fingers around his cock, “You’re hard
again. Now fuck my pussy—fast and hard—I want to feel
you cum in me again, and cum all over you when it happens.”



As he watched her writhing on his cock, he could help but
wonder what his old high school buddies would think if they
knew their friend Jimmy had been the one to take Wendy Andrews’—the
wettest of their wet dreams—virtue. He laughed to himself.
They’d have no clue—only he was truly capable of knowing
what it was like, and he could hardly believe it himself.
All thoughts of his buddies vanished. He had a job to do—Wendy
Andrews had asked him to make her cum all over his cock.


Part III: From a Caterpillar to a Butterfly The following morning Jimmy went into the main house expecting
to have breakfast with the family. No one was there—a
first in all his days of staying here.


Curious, he searched the house for some living soul. Every
room seemed empty. Finally he heard a noise in one of the
back rooms. He followed it to an open bedroom where he spied
Jenny standing in front of a mirror, clad in men’s pajamas,
combing her hair.


He knocked. “May I come in?”


“Of course. If you’re looking for Wendy, she’s not
here; she went into town to meet Susan Eldridge, a friend
of hers from high school. Susan’s planning a barn party
for this coming Friday. You know Wendy—there’s no
way she’d miss a chance to show herself off.” Harsh,
especially considering it came from her sister. It was
nonetheless true. Jenny lowered her brush, giving him
a funny look. “Has she let you fuck her yet?”


He coughed. “My god, Jenny, why would you ask such a thing?”



“Because I’ve seen the way she looks at you.”


He laughed. “She said something similar about you.”



She pursed her lips, looking him up and down. “My point
made.”


He wasn’t exactly sure what that meant. What he was sure
of however, was that their conversation had taken a dangerous
turn. “I think you underestimate—or overestimate—your
sister’s intentions.”


“Do I?” Jenny asked, looking unconvinced.


“Yes. In some ways I think I know her better than you do.”
Jenny gave him an ‘uh-huh, right’ look. “Wendy isn’t
nearly as cocky confident as you think she is. She’s deathly
afraid of intimacy, and runs from it whenever she fears
it’s drawing near. Why, I bet a guy would have to tie her
down before she’d have sex with him.” He was rather
proud of that line—half-truths were always easier to
remember than outright lies.


His comment seemed to mollify her. “Maybe. Anyway she’s
not here now—you’re stuck with her screwed up little
sister.”


Whoa! “Why on earth would you say something like that?”



She inhaled. “I thought it describe me rather accurately.
I have an inner half-Ginny, an outer dyke, and I’m totally
void of social skills.”


“Dyke? Are you telling me you like women better than men?”



“Hardly!” She bit her cheeks, doing her best to keep
from laughing. “Had your memory been better you wouldn’t
have asked.”


“Ah, you’re referring to our ‘Ginny’ episode;
I remember it fondly. You said ‘half-Ginny, ’ does
that mean she shows up half the time?”


Her eyes flared. “I wish! You were the beneficiary of
her sole emergence.” She let her words sink in. “I still
can’t believe I was daring enough to do what I did. I guess
my hormones got the best of me.”


“Are you sorry you did it?”


She laughed. “Fuck no, I wish I could be that way more often, ”
she tugged the material of her PJ’s, “instead of this
frumpy wallflower.”


He shrugged. “Then do it, let your Ginny out more often.
Now, what’s this dyke stuff all about?”


“Because half the kids at school thought I was gay.”
She turned her back to him, “They say I dress like a guy.”



“That’s because you do; you make no effort whatsoever
to make yourself feminine.”


She looked at him, her eyes tearing. Her chest spasmed.
Christ, I made her cry. “Hey!” he said, walking over
to put an arm around her. “What’s with the tears?”



“You just told me I don’t even know how to be a woman.
Does that mean you think I’m a dyke too?”


“Jesus! All I did was state a fact. You do wear men’s
clothing—by your own admission—you told me they’re
‘more comfortable.’ Frankly, I considered it bullshit
when you said it then, and I still do now. Why DO you dress
that way?”


“Do you have any idea what it’s like to live in the shadow
the sexiest woman to ever walk the streets of Centerville—to
know your big sister used up all of the family’s good genes,
leaving you with nothing but leftovers? One glance at her
and men cease to even see me. There’s no way I can compete
with Wendy. If you don’t believe me, ask her, I’m sure
she’d quite happily confirm it. That’s why I dress
the way I do—what would be the point in doing anything
else?”


“Wow! You really sell yourself short. We need to work
on your self-image, especially since there’s one very
pretty woman hiding beneath that shell of yours.”


“Oh, right!”


“I can prove it if you let me.”


That sparked her interest. She eyed him. “How?”


“Julianne, an old friend of my mom’s, runs a beautician
business out of her home. She specializes in making women
look their best. I will pay to not only have her give you a
complete makeover, but to pick you out a new brand new outfit.”



“That would cost you a fortune.”


“Hey, it would be worth it just to show you how attractive
you really are. Besides, I haven’t spent a dime of my discharge
check—I’m rolling in dough right now. And …I want
to do it.”


“If I did that, I’d feel like a hypocrite. Thank you,
but no Thanks.”


“OK, if you won’t let me do that, let’s try another
approach. Come here” he said, dragging her over to the
mirror. “Look into that mirror and tell me what you see.”



She looked. “A schlump—a sexless, dowdy, schlump.”



“Wrong!” He took hold of her chin. “Look at the lines
in your face and the slope of your nose. Do they look familiar?
The incredible irony is that you look so much like your sister
that it flabbergasts me, yet can’t even see it. All that’s
keeping you from looking as good as her is effort.” He
stood behind her and pulled her pajama top tight. The material
conformed to her skin, showing off her curves, making her
look so damned good his cock stirred. “You’re built
like her too.”


He reached behind her shoulder blades and pulled material
tight. “Shit, in the past two years your tits have gotten
every bit as big as hers. Bet then, how could the world tell?
You’d have to support them with a bra to let everyone know
they’re there.”


Jenny broke out laughing.


“What?”


“Standing here in front of a mirror, half dressed, getting
sweet-talked by a guy, is so close to one of the chapters
in my Ginny book that it’s spooky.”


“Ah-h, Ginny again—your alter ego. Tell me about her
and this book of yours.”


“Are you serious?”


“Completely. Now tell me about the book; what’s the
plot?”


“It’s about Ginny’s dilemma. She’s a romantic.
She’s so sure that someday she’ll meet her Mr. Right
that she vows to preserve her virginity for him. The problem
is she that she loves sex and turns to putty any time some
hunk puts a move on her. The more aggressive they get, the
hornier it makes her and the more submissive she gets, especially
when they start talking dirty to her. They quickly learn
that once they get her hormones percolating she’ll do
anything they ask of her—except fuck them. This frustrates
the hell out of them. Their demands begin to escalate, becoming
more and more erotic. With each new deed she performs, her
resolve to not let them fuck her weakens.”


“It sounds like she’s walking a very tight rope. If
they’re as aggressive as you say they are, how does she
keep them from screwing her?”


“By giving them blow jobs—which she absolutely loves
doing. Each chapter invariably end that way, with her begging
them to cum in her mouth.”


She twisted her neck and looked up at him. “Reading that
book makes me so fricking horny that I masturbate every
time I do it, despite the fact that I’ve read each and every
chapter about a bazillion times.”


“If they all end the same way, how does she resolve her
dilemma?”


She looked up at Jimmy’s reflection. “The last chapter
is different. As much as I love the dirtier ones, it’s
my favorite.”


“What happens in it?”


“She finally meets this guy she really likes. Sure that
he’s her Mr. Right, she takes him out to this lake one moonlit
night. She spreads a blanket in the sand, takes off all her
clothes, and tells him she loves him. Her cherry’s gone
within the hour.”


“So, are you saving yourself for your Mr. Right?”


She took a deep breath and looked up at his reflection. “You’re
confusing Ginny with Jenny. Unlike her, I don’t believe
in fairy tales.”


“I think you and Ginny are more alike than you’re willing
to admit. Now tell me about this chapter in front of the mirror—it
really has my interest. In fact, ” he brought his mouth
to her ear, “why don’t we pretend that you’re Ginny
and I’m the guy she’s with.”


“I told you we’re not alike, I…”


She stopped midsentence as Jimmy reached around and started
unbuttoning her pajama top. “Yes you are, ” he whispered,
exhaling in her ear, making her shiver. Kissing her neck,
he continued until all her buttons were opened. The silky
material parted, revealing the sensuous valley between
her breasts.


She took hold of her top and tried to close it. “I…”



He grabbed her wrists, stopping her. “Tell me about the
chapter, Jenny; tell me what happens to Ginny, and what
she was thinking at the time. Pretend you’re her.”



“I doubt I can do that, but… she’s at this party and
goes off to one of the bedrooms with this guy she’s just
met. He takes her to the full-length mirror starts undressing
her—like you were doing.”


“Am doing, ” he corrected, slipping her pajama top
off her shoulders. The garment dropped to the floor, baring
her from the waist up. “Then what happened?”


She swallowed, with effort. “He told her how sexy she
looked as he reached around her body to pinch her nipples.”



“Like this?” he asked, mimicking the story.


Her eyes closed; her head falling back to lean on his shoulder.
“Yes, like that.”


“Remember, you’re her right now. What’s she thinking?”



“How nice it feels, and how much it’s turning her on.”



“Don’t confuse the two of you. It’s you getting horny,
not her. Continue the story.”


“Then he took off his clothes.”


“I can do that, ” he said, removing his shirt and undoing
his belt. “What was her reaction to seeing him strip?”



“She wondered if he’d read her mind, since that was
precisely what she’d just fantasized.” By now Jimmy
was naked. “Then he started talking dirty to her. One
of the guys she’d been with before had told him that it
turned her on.”


“What did he say?”


“He pushed his cock into the crevasse of her ass and said,
‘you want this don’t you, you hot little bitch?’”



“He’d have to have done this first, ” Jimmy said,
jerking down her pajama bottoms and placing his cock appropriately.
“He was right, wasn’t he? She was obsessing about his
cock, just like you’re obsessing about mine right now.”



She ground her ass back on his cock. “Oh, Jimmy.”


“I gather that by how he had her ‘hormones percolating.’
What did he do next?”


“He played with her titties some more, trying to get her
all hot.”


She moaned as he wrapped the fingers around her fleshy globes.
Moaning, she cupped her hands over his, rotating her ass
in circles on his cock.


“Look at your reflection, Jenny. Does that look like
some boyish dyke, or is it an aroused woman hungry for sex?”
She looked. “Look at those tits, that delicious muff
and curvy hips; and those long legs and tiny waist. Christ,
Jenny, your body’s not only as sexy as your sister’s,
it surpasses it.”


Her eyes had taken in each body part as he’d described
it, as if truly seeing herself for the first time. “Is
that what you really think, or are you just saying it so you
can get into my pants?”


He laughed. “What pants? Look again, you’re standing
here in the buff darling.” She gave him a knowing grin.
“Yes, I did mean it—every word. And if you’re honest
with yourself, you’ll admit there’s a good chance
I’m right.”


Her gaze roamed her reflection. She had to bite her cheeks
to keep from grinning. It became too much and her beautiful
smile erupted. “Who’d ever have guessed?”


“There’s no guesswork involved—it’s fact. However,
just because it’s true, ” he added, pressing his cock
forward, “that doesn’t mean I still don’t want into
your pants, but for the time being I’ll settle for hearing
the rest of Ginny’s tale.”


“His talk got even dirtier when he reached between her
legs and slid a finger into her pussy.”


Jenny rose to her tiptoes with a gasp as Jimmy mimicked her
tale. “And...”


“As she writhed on his finger he told her she was exactly
the kind of tramp every guy dreams of meeting at a party—a
drunken slut who’ll do whatever she’s told hoping
to get her cookies off. ‘To prove my point, ’ he said,
‘despite the fact that we only just met, you’re going
to get down on your knees and suck my dick, right here, right
now, with a dozen or so people just outside our door. If someone
walks in on us you’re not to stop; you’re to let them
watch. Furthermore, when I finally decide to dump my load
down your throat, you’re to swallow every last drop and
Thank me for me for it afterwards.’”


“How did she react to that?”


“She fell to her knees, twisted around to face him, and
gobbled up his cock.”


“Did she Thank him after all was said and done?” Jenny
nodded. “That shouldn’t be all that hard to reenact, ”
he said, sliding his finger back and forth in her pussy.



“Jesus, Jimmy, what are you doing?”


“Making you cum all over my finger.” He pointed toward
the mirror. “Why don’t you watch me and pretend you’re
that cheap little cunt getting off on some guy’s finger?”



He pumped his finger with one hand and pinched her nipple
with his other. Scrunching up her face she looked at their
reflection, her gaze darting from one of his hands to the
other. Her hips started to thrashed, pounding back at his
cock. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened as she surrendered
to her pleasure. “That’s it Jenny, you may not be Ginny,
but you’re perfectly capable of cumming on a finger—on
my finger.”


Suddenly her thrashes changed, slowing to a few exaggerated
jerks. “Oh, God-d!” she wailed as her orgasm took her.



When her jerks and shakes finally ebbed, she spun around
to face him. Wrapping one arm around his neck, she pulled
him into a deep kiss while her other hand stroked his erection.



“I don’t believe this is how Ginny’s chapter ended, ”
he said, breaking their kiss. “Unless you want someone
other than this Mr. Right of yours to take your virginity,
you’d better act out the proper ending right about now,
because just telling me about it ain’t going to cut it.”



Her eyes searched his, “You really don’t know, do you?”



She dropped to her knees and looked up. “If I remember
the story correctly, this is where I’m supposed to beg
you to cum in my mouth.” With her mouth full, those were
the last words either of the spoke for quite some time.


* * *


Dinner that night was awkward. He was sitting between two
sisters he’d recently had some form of sex with. Worse,
he was staring across the table at their father.


Mr. Andrews turned to Wendy. “Did you and Suzie finish
your plans for the barn party?”


“Yes, Daddy.”


“Good!” he said with a nod. “I’m sure Jenny will
appreciate it.”


Wendy frowned. “Why would she care?”


He looked at her as if she’d asked the obvious. “Because
you’re taking her with you.”


Wendy’s chair fell to the floor as she jumped to her feet.
“I’m taking Jimmy, not Jenny!”


He scowled. “Pick up your chair and sit back down.”
He waited until she did so. “You can take Jimmy if you want,
but only as long as you take your sister too.”


Jenny chimed in. “Daddy, I don’t want to go. You know
how uncomfortable I am in social settings.”


“Which is precisely why you should be there. You need
to learn how to mix with people. I hope to have this farm sold
by the end of the month. I’m moving into town when that
happens. Wendy has her college dorm but you won’t. I’m
sorry Honey, but you won’t be living with me any more.”
Jenny looked stricken. “Don’t look at me that way.
Wendy has started life without her parents, you need to
do the same. Discussion over!”


Jimmy decided then and there that he’d badly underestimated
Mr. Andrews.


The father’s gaze flitted back and forth between his
two stunned daughters. “Oh, one more thing, you’re
to stop dressing like a boy all the time. Borrow some of your
sister’s clothes, and wear one to the party.”


“Her wear my clothes? No way!”


“Why, what’s so special about your clothes?”


“I…” she sputtered. “There’s no way one of my
dresses would fit her?” she said, looking over at her
sister as if she were some sort of leper.


Jenny’s hurt look struck a cord within Jimmy. He knew
it was folly to step into the middle of a family argument—especially
with two women involved, but Wendy’s holier than thou
attitude had pissed him off. “Why not Wendy, you two are
similarly built, and look enough like one another to pass
for twins.”


“What?!” she screeched, giving him a scathing look.
She pointed at Jenny, “You think I look like that?”



Jimmy’s eyes darted Jenny’s ways, as did her dad’s.
He’d expected her to look devastated, instead he found
her smiling at him. He decided right then and there butting
in had been worth it.


“Yes Wendy, I do. If you ever took the time to really look
at your sister; at her eyes, her chin, her cheekbones, you’d
see past her lack of makeup and see your striking similarities.”



“As for you, ” he said, turning to Jenny, “your father’s
right. Stop hiding behind men’s clothes and let the world
see how beautiful you truly are.”


Wendy did an about face and stormed out of the room.


Her father smiled. “Thank you young man. I’ve wanted
to say something like that to her myself, but have never
had the nerve.”


Jenny smiled at her father. “Thank you for saying that,
Daddy.” She looked over at Jimmy then. “And Thank you
too. However, based on that look Wendy just gave us, I don’t
think she’ll be loaning any clothes to me. Does yesterday’s
offer of a dress and a makeover still stand?”


“Absolutely!”


“Could you give your mom’s friend a call then?”


He made the call Julianne that night and arranged an afternoon
appointment, offering to settle up the tab once she’d
tallied it.


Wendy had calmed down by morning. It was decided that Wendy
would take Jimmy to the part in her car. Jenny would use the
family car to meet with Julianne, and Mr. Andrews would
take the truck and go sign papers with the real estate agent.



By mid afternoon Dad and Jenny were gone. Jimmy had just
finished getting ready for the evening when Wendy showed
up in the ranch hut wearing her evening’s garb, looking
absolutely stunning. “Well, ” she asked, “what
do you think? Do I look beautiful?”


She did for sure, but the vanity she’d shown in pointing
it out to him took a little luster off the view. “You’re
a wet dream walking, ” he said, confident that was what
she wanted to hear.


“So, ” she said, coming over to drape her hands behind
his neck, “does it make me look sexy?”


He looked her up and down. “Yes, the dress is beautiful,
but quite frankly, I think you’d look far more sexy without
it on, ” he said, reaching for her.


She jumped back. “Uh-uh, naughty boy, be patience, patience.
Later tonight, once everyone else is in bed, I’ll sneak
out here and do another strip tease for you. Of course I’ll
want you sitting naked on the bed so I can see how hard your
cock gets. When I’m done, I’ll come over and you can
tie me to the bed.” She winked, “Helpless, I’ll be
unable to prevent you from using my pussy in whatever way
to relieve you of the blue balls I plan to give. After all,
a girl would without offering a guy at least some sort of
relief.”


Wendy’s vanity was starting to wear thin, but that mind
image she’d just created was far too delightful to turn
down. “How about doing that dance right now instead of
later?”


“Because you’d lose control and muss my hair? Besides,
think how much fun it will be to get a bunch of guys horny and
send them home with blue balls, knowing you’re the guy
who’ll take me home and fuck me.”


***


“Keep your eyes closed, ” Julianne told her, leading
her to the mirror. She’d just given Jenny her first ever
makeover. Living in the shadow of her beautiful older sister,
Jenny had always known she couldn't compete. The only
reason she’d relented this time was because Jimmy had
insisted.


"Open Sesame, " Julianne urged.


Jenny took a deep breath. "OK." She was about
to see herself at her very best—whatever that might be.
Would she like her revamped self, or would her worst fears
be realized?


She opened them and stood staring, dumbfounded, hardly
believing the reflection she was looking at was hers. Who
was this beautiful person? "Oh my god, Julianne,
you're a wonder!” Although she was only going to
a barn party, she felt like Cinderella going to the prince’s
ball. She grinned at Julianne, "What's the going
rate for fairy godmothers these days—how much do I owe
you?"


Julianne shook her head. "The dress was charged to
Jimmy’s account. As for your makeover, you owe me nothing.
I have to admit when you first showed up I figured I had a challenge
in store, but once I got started—wow, " she said,
shaking her head, "God did the rest. It was like watching
a caterpillar emerge from its cocoon, transformed into
a gorgeous butterfly. I've never had so much fun doing
a makeover before. I should pay you."


"Don't be ridiculous! You just spent half a day
working on me. Now what do I owe you?"


"I mean it; nothing! It was my pleasure. However, "
she said with a shake of her finger, "if I ever I find
that you're hiding your true self again, I swear I'll
come after you and beat you with a stick."


Jenny’s insistence was to no avail, and she eventually
gave up, choosing instead to admire her reflection. Jimmy
had been right—she did resemble her sister. Who would
ever have guessed? Not, of course, that she was complaining.
And the dress Julianne helped pick out look absolutely
stunning, accenting a figure that was hard to believe was
hers. She sighed. Down deep inside she knew this person
staring back from the mirror was a sham, that she’d never
be able to reproduce Julianne's magic on her own; and
like Cinderella, once this night ended she'd turn
back into her old self again. Besides, her prince charming
had eyes for her sister, not her.


An hour later Jenny sat parked at the end of the long line
of cars at Suzie's dad's barn trying to work up
the nerve to go inside. She could hear the music blaring.
Come on you coward, before the clock strikes midnight and
your Prince Charming never even sees you.


Taking a deep breath, she got out of the car and headed for
the barn. The closer she got the more boisterous the chattering
voices grew—the revelers were having a good time. Part
of her couldn't wait to make her appearance and show
off the new her, but a far greater part was scared shitless.
Those people inside were Wendy's friends, not hers.
With luck, she’d slip inside unnoticed.


The glaring lights temporarily blinded her as she walked
through the doorway. She was taken aback once her eyes adjusted—the
people nearest the doorway were staring at her. So much
for arriving unseen. Blushing, she scanned the room, pleased
to spot Jimmy standing off by himself. She walked up behind
him, “Hey you, I’m here.”


He turned around, seeing her for the first time, eyes wide
and smiling as he looked her over, head to toe. “I’ll
say you are. Or do I have it wrong and you're some goddess
sent to Earth to torture me for my past indiscretions against
womankind?”


Her heart soared. He likes what he sees! “See what happens
to men who misbehave, ” she teased.


Her comment drew the hoped for chuckle. “You look absolutely
stunning; as I’m sure you’re aware.” He looked her
in the eye, “Be honest now, how long did you stand staring
at yourself into the mirror before you worked up the courage
to come here?”


“I swear it wasn’t more than 45-minutes.” Then,
looking guilty, she added, “Well, not much longer than
that. I couldn’t believe that person in the mirror was
me. Julianne’s an artist.”


“Artist hell, virtuoso’s more like it. How much did
she set me back for creating this Mona Lisa?”


Jenny’s face flushed. “Nothing.”


“You’re kidding!”


“She said turning a caterpillar into a butterfly was
God’s doing not hers, and that she deserved no credit,
ergo, no pay.”


He shook his head. “And you refused to believe me when
I said you were every bit as gorgeous as Wendy.”


“I…” she looked up. Her sister was looking their
way, looking none too pleased, and rather surprisingly,
staring at her instead of Jimmy. God, what have I done to
piss her off this time? “Speaking of Wendy, she’s glaring
at us.”


Movement caught her attention. No fewer than four guys
were headed her way. Her gut twisted, and she wanted to vomit.
Her paltry small talk skills were about to be tested.


“I think you’re about to have whole bunches of company, "
Jimmy said. "I’ll bow out and let you practice those
skills your father chastised you for not having perfected.
Just remember, you’re going home with me not one of them, ”
he said, walking away. “Have fun little butterfly, ”
he hollered back over his shoulder.


She wanted to scream, 'You can’t leave with me—you
came here with Wendy!' but didn’t for fear of embarrassing
herself. She sighed. Predictably, Jimmy was deserting
her in her hour of need. Down deep she suspected his exit
was merely an excuse to get away from her and spend time with
Wendy.


Despite how badly she wanted to chase after him, she was
soon surrounded, forcing her into niceties. She did her
best to seem attentive while keeping an eye on Jimmy. Surprisingly
he didn't seek out Wendy. Instead, he slipped off into
a corner and watched her. Was this some sort of test? Was
he trying to see if she was as bad at mingling as her family
claimed? Vowing to prove him wrong, she smiled and turned
her attention to her admirers.


Conversing with her suitors wasn't nearly as grueling
as she feared, and she soon found herself laughing and chatting,
feeling totally at ease. Jimmy would periodically join
their circle, for which she was grateful, but for the most
part he stayed away, watching her, judging her. He’d
once tried to convince her she’d be every bit as attractive
as her sister if only she made herself up. Well… she was
made up now and speculation was over; this was her at her
best, and based on Jimmy’s absence, she hadn’t passed
muster. Since all this male attention would vanish after
tonight, she decided to do her best to enjoy her moment in
the sun.


As the evening grew late, Jimmy surprised her by coming
over and asking, “Ready for that ride I promised you?”



What the hell is he talking about? “Refresh my memory,
sir.”


"Out to the lake. You said you wanted to see it in the
moonlight.”


Her breath caught. Good God, that had to be a reference to
that last chapter in Ginny's book—the romantic
one in which she loses her virginity. Her stomach knotted—was
that what he had in mind? “That’s right, how could I
have forgotten?”


Extricating herself as gracefully as she could from the
guys chatting her up, she took hold of his arm and steered
him away. “Are you serious, ” she asked, looking up
at him, “are you really taking me to the lake?”


“I thought that’s how you said you wanted it to happen.”



She stumbled, nearly tripping, stopping dead in her tracks
and struggling to breathe, her face burning bright red.
He really was talking about taking her virginity. “Excuse
me sir, but if you mean what I think you do, I'm so scared
shitless right now I’m odds on to pee my pants.”


Laughing, he led her out of the barn. “Talk about a mood
killer! Please don’t, pee-soaked panties don’t go
well at all with what I have in mind.”


She took a deep breath and expelled it. “My God!” she
said, looking up at him, “You’re serious, aren’t
you?” She shook her head, her whole body trembling. "What
about my new dress and hairdo, won’t it spoil all Julianne’s
efforts if we, " she flared her eyes, "...you
know?"


They arrived at her car. “You’re starting to sound
like your sister. Besides, there are ways to avoid mussing
your hair. As for the dress, leave it in the car; it'll
just be in our way anyhow.” He held out his hand, “Keys
please, I’m driving.”


OMG—he's taking me to the lake to fuck me. Is that
what Prince Charming did to Cinderella and the fairly tales
just fail to mention it? As she handed him the keys, she grabbed
hold of the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss.


Their arms encircled as they ground their bodies into one
another, their tongues dueling. He broke their kiss. "If we don’t stop this right
now, you’re going to wind up losing your virginity here
in the dirt beside your car.”


His remark killed any lingering doubt that he was taking
her there to make love to her—leaving Wendy behind to
fend for herself. Jenny was stunned—and pleased.


Her hand slid to his crotch, groping, “Is that a threat
or a promise?” She looked down at the ground, "Although
I have to admit, sand sounds far easier on the back than dirt
and rocks.”


She started to open the door, but stopped. “I’m suppose
this means I’m about to become the latest name in your
little black book, yet another damsel left in your wake
once you move to the big city to become some hotshot helicopter
mechanic.”


“Hey! I am who I am.”


She felt as if she'd been punched in the stomach. He’d
all but admitted she was nothing but another piece of ass
to him. She bit her lip. Knowing that didn’t change the
fact that this was likely as close as she'd ever get
to living Ginny's—and her—despoilment fantasy.
What the hell, why not?


He bent down and kissed her forehead. “All that would
change, of course, were I to somehow find someone willing
to move to the city with me." He cocked his head to one
side, "And since city apartments are pretty expensive,
she’d also have to be willing to become my roommate, you
know, to save on costs.”


OMG, did he just ask what I think he did?


He shrugged, scratching his chin. “I don’t know…
do you think there’s any chance that proposition might
interest your sister?”


“You are such an asshole!” she screeched, slugging
his chest. “Just so you know, Wendy happens to despise
big cities. That leaves you stuck with her screwed up little
sister." She jerked open the door. "Now get
into the fucking car, you have duties to perform.”


She sat beside him, staring out the window as they drove,
mulling what she’d just heard. Julianne was wrong when
she’d told Jenny she'd turned into a butterfly—she’d
turned into about two million of them, and the lot of them
were churning her stomach right now. Jimmy was taking her
out to the boondocks to have sex with her—and she'd
agreed to it. Of course, the fact that she'd been asked
to move in with him helped make that decision a no-brainer.
She shook her head. My Mr. Right is going to strip me naked
and fuck me; shag me; screw me; bang me; lay me.


Would it hurt like some claimed, or would she love it like
others had? She'd had only two sexual experiences
in her entire life, both giving blow jobs to Jimmy. Sucking
his cock, exciting him to the point of making him climax,
had been incredibly arousing, especially watching in
front of that mirror. But this time she wasn't doing
something to a man, a man doing something to her. Part of
her wanted to jump out of the moving car and run like hell.
A far greater part of her couldn't wait to find out what
it would be like.


"We're here, " he said, driving past the
Lake Chinooga County Park sign. Ignoring the 'Day
Use Only' message, Jimmy drove right the water's
edge and shut off the engine.


It was about to happen.


He got out of the car, walked around and helped her out. She
no sooner stood than he was kissing her—and unzipping
her dress. "Like I said, it’ll only be in the way."



Seconds later she was standing there in heels, bra and thong,
unable to stop shivering, despite the hot summer night.
It wasn't that she was embarrassed to be half undressed.
Lord knows it had thrilled her no end when she'd gotten
naked in front him those other times. But somehow this was
different—and far more frightening. She inhaled. "Can
we take this slow please Jimmy? If you don't want me
peeing my pants, I'm pretty sure you won't want
me throwing up either."


"Throw up? Pee your pants?" He laughed, "I'm
thinking you have issues controlling your body functions."



"Hey, when I'm with you it's you controlling
my bodily functions, not me."


"Is that a complaint?" he asked, removing her
bra and bending down to take a nipple into his mouth.


She closed her eyes, pursing her lips, emitting a soft whimper.
"You love turning my legs into jelly and making me
lose control don't you?"


"That I do, that I do, " he said, sliding her
thong down her legs. His finger probed her crotch. "I
most definitely do."


On the drive out here she'd contemplated changing
her mind, thinking that she wasn't up to this. Now,
within two minutes their arrival, he’d not only changed
her mind, he had her desperate to get on with things.


Grabbing a blanket from the back seat, he picked her up,
carried her to the nearest picnic table, and laid her on
her back. His eyes roamed her body. It excited her no end
to have him look at her that way—to see how badly he wanted
her. "You've done me a couple of favors in the
past that have so far gone unreciprocated, " he said,
removing his clothing. He had her raise her weight so he
could place the blanket under her tailbone. "It's
past time I rectified that. Now, " he said, turning
her so she was sprawled over the short end of the table, "lean
your head off the end so we don't mess up your hair—at
least the portion growing on your head!" He lowered
his face to her crotch, propped a knees over each shoulder,
and started eating her pussy.


"OH MY GOD!" she screeched, Thankful there
was no one else here to hear her cries. She locked her ankles
behind his head as his tongue explored her, wetting her
slit, tickling her clit, probing her opening. She’d
marveled at how crazy wild Wendy had gone when Jimmy had
done this to her. Now she understood. "Oh Jimmy, that
feels so, so-o good."


He lifted his head, grinning. "I believe that's
the general idea. But I'm betting Ginny wouldn’t
tell her Mr. Right such things, she’d let him know by cumming
on his face. So… how about showing a little appreciation
here."


His teeth joined the fray, nipping her clit, his tongue
flitting at break-neck speed, going back and forth. She
tried to remember how long it had taken him to get Wendy off
this way, but decided she didn't care—that time
had already arrived. She'd never experienced anything
like it. "Oh Jimmy, " she wailed, bucking her
pelvis up to his face, locking him in place with her legs.
"You've done it! I'm cumming! Thank you,
Thank you, " she moaned as her orgasm rolled over
her.


He let her buck and thrash. But then, what choice did he have
the way she had his face pinned to her. After what seemed
an eternity, she sat up, her face hovering right in front
of his cock—hungering for attention. She stroked it
with one hand and caressed his balls with the other. "Now
it's your turn now, " she said, taking him into
her mouth.


She'd bobbed for only seconds when he eased himself
out of her mouth. "As wonderful as that feels darling,
this is your night, not mine." He gaze met hers. "Are
you ready to get fucked?"


That wasn't quite the phraseology she'd have
preferred, but having just cum on his face, anything more
romantic would seem out of place. Not 15-minutes ago she
was dreading this moment, now she was wishing he'd
hurry it up. "Yes!"


He spun her so she was laying the long way on the table and
pulled her toward him until her crotch was at the table's
edge. Parting her thighs, he brought his cock to her opening.
"Let's do this then, " he said, easing
himself into her.


She winced as his cock stretched her pussy, feeling a slight
pang. Were portions of her hymen still intact despite all
those times she'd masturbated? She heard it could
heal itself. "Be gentle, Jimmy, I'm really,
really scared."


Her fears concerning her discomfort faded as his penis
slowly filled her—going far beyond where her tiny fingers
had managed before. His cock was titillating her every
nerve ending, stealing her breath away. So this is sex.
No wonder people love it.


"Are we OK?" he asked.


She uttered a throaty laugh. "We got past 'OK'
a couple inches ago. I think we’re at, 'it feels fantastic, '
now."


"It's OK to start moving then?"


She nodded. "Yes, I'll holler if it starts to
hurt."


All sense of her surroundings faded as he started stroking
his cock, vanquishing her awareness of the rest of the universe.
Her pussy muscles responded on their own, expanding to
receive him on his down thrusts, gripping him when he withdrew.
It was as if a million nerve endings had suddenly burst into
existence, screaming their joy. The small amount of discomfort
she'd felt when he'd first entered her gave way
to a flood of fluids gushing her love canal, lubricating
it, making known its welcome to that marvelous intruder
that was driving her wild. "Oh, Jimmy, " she
groaned, closing her eyes.


Her chest rocked from side to side, begging for attention.
Jimmy's instincts were sound, and his mouth captured
a pleading nipple, "You feel so good inside of me.
Fuck me; fuck me better than you did those other women. Take
me to Nirvana."


Impossibly, that hot swollen member pounding her innards
kept feeling better and better. So much so, her torso began
to vibrate, her muscles squeezing and relaxing like some
sex machine gone wild. She gave herself over to that marvelous
feeling enveloping her center, even forgetting about
those nipples that had just moments ago been so hungry for
attention. Nothing in the cosmos mattered but the mounting
pleasure consuming her feminine center.


That pleasure erupted. "I'm cumming, darling,
I'm cumming; you’ve made my pussy cum."


Pleasure swept through her like nothing she'd experienced,
blocking out everything but her quest for satisfaction.
Muscles spasmed and liquid flooded her vagina, coming
out of nowhere, drenching that marvelous cock that had
triggered it all. Personal gratification became her focus,
her goal—her world. Using her thighs for leverage she
elevated her pussy, consuming his cock, stealing its offered
pleasure. Time stood still. Awareness faded as her pussy
exploded again. "Aw-w-w-w..." she wailed,
sounding like a crying infant.


With arms and legs wrapped around him, pulling him impossibly
tight, she bucked and rocked; bucked and came; rocked and
came. If she were to die tonight, her life would be complete.
She stared up at him in vain effort to focus. His blurred
face was smiling, watching her cum. That realization made
her explode yet again. Jenny Andrews—former virgin—had
just cum on her first lover's cock for the third time
a five minute span.


Awareness of her surroundings slowly returned. His cock
was still buried deep within her. She laughed inwardly.
What choice did it have considering the death-grip she
had it in?


He smiled down at her. "Would it be rash to assume you
found the experience at least trivially pleasurable?"



She guffawed. "Trivially pleasurable! Have I ever
told you what an egotistical asshole you are?" She
pulled him into a kiss, after which she declared, "It
was far more than 'trivially' pleasurable."
Inhaling, she looked him in the eyes. "But then, what
else could I expect from Mr. Right?"


He grinned. "Ah, so I've finally been promoted
to the rank of Mr. Right."


Her smile faded. "You thick-headed numbskull, you’ve
been my Mr. Right since that first day I laid eyes on you."
His smile vanished. "Does my saying that make you
uncomfortable?"


His smile returned. "Not in the least."


"Jimmy?"


"Yes?"


"Are you serious about taking with me to the city with
you?"


He frowned. "Of course, why are you asking?"



"Well, I know how guys sometimes say what they think
a girl wants to hear just so they can get into her pants."



"Well, first off, " he said, looking at their
conjoined genitals. "You aren’t wearing pants.
Secondly, on the off chance that I allow you put them back
on, don't think for a minute that means that I don't
I plan to be get right back into them again—over and over,
for years to come."


She hugged him. "Really?"


He kissed her forehead, "Yes, really."


"What about Wendy?"


"What about her?"


"She'll be really pissed when you run off with
her little sister instead of her."


"Yes, her ego will definitely be bruised, but how
long do you think she'd have been content with the attentions
of one man; a week; maybe a month?"


She laughed. "I'm guessing somewhere in between."



"My guess is that she'll get over it the instant
she goes back to her job. It's not about her anyway,
Jenny, it's about you.” He shook his head, looking
her in the eyes. “When are you going to realize you have
fifty times as much to offer as your sister does?"



Grinning, he lifted her off the picnic tabled, tossed their
blanked down on the sand, and lay her on it. He crawled between
her thighs. "I think this is more how Ginny’s story
was supposed to end, " he said, ramming his cock back
into her.


She gasped. "Does this mean you're 'up'
for another go?"


"Oh, I've been 'up' all along—unlike
you, I haven't even cum for the first time. So if I were
you, I'd be preparing myself for some serious fucking."



She bit her lip as his thrusts sped up. "Is that an idle
threat, " she whispered, "or does it fit more
in the promise category?"


He laughed. "It's most definitely a promise.
The real question is whether or not you can keep pace, "
he said, pumping her faster.


"If that's a challenge, I accept, " she
groaned, shutting her eyes, savoring his fullness. "Fuck
me, Jimmy. Fuck me all night and then fuck me some more in
the morning."


Their challenge lasted nearly 'til dawn. Exhausted,
they finally agreed to call things a draw–and renew their
challenge at some future date, providing of course, the
date in question was later that day.



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