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 Author: ursismajor
Title: Jenny and Peter
Part: Chapter 1
Summary: Jenny and Peter - who are they?
Keywords: f, voy, MF





   Chapter 1 Jenny & Peter

   1970 - 1990

   Jenny was born in 1960, the youngest of two.  Her brother Tom was three
years her senior and, perhaps because of their father's death when Jenny
was 11, the siblings were close and came to depend on each other for
companionship and support.

   Jenny had begun to discover her body quite early.  As far as she could
recall her first interest was sparked when, as a 10 year old, waking at
what seemed to her to be very late at night, she heard noises and wandered
down the hall, sleepy, rubbing her eyes, to the slightly ajar door of the
darkened lounge room.  The noises were being made by a person and the
little girl at first thought it was the baby-sitter but then she recognised
her mother's voice.  Jenny somehow knew she shouldn't show herself so she
peered around the door and as her eyes became accustomed to the light she
saw two figures in the room.  One was certainly her mother and she guessed
the other was her father although she could not see his face.  He was
sitting on the sofa and her mother sat astride him, facing him, her party
dress held up around her waist.  She seemed to be bouncing up and down with
her head thrown back, moaning.  Jenny always remember what she saw and
heard - her mother bouncing, her father gasping and her mother groaning
"Oh, fuck me John.  Fuck me!"

   Fearful of being discovered and feeling somehow very naughty for having
seen - well, whatever she has seen - the ten year old crept back to bed. 
She lay awake for a long while, trying to make sense on the half seen and
less than half understood events in the darkened lounge, feeling naughty
but also somewhat excited.

   She had heard rhe "fuck" word before.  Her older brother said it when
his parents were not around and once his father had heard him and there had
been a terrible row.  Jenny knew it had something to do with the difference
between boys and girls and that it was a rude word so hearing her mother
say it was shocked her.

   Over the next weeks she made what an adult would term "discrete
enquiries" with her two special girlfriends and was soon told exactly what
a boy did with "his cock in girl's slit", and that made babies and was
called "fucking".  Well, she watched her mother very closely over the next
weeks but saw no sign of her tummy swelling.  Then her girlfriends educated
her a little more and she came to understand that "fucking" didn't
necessarily result in a baby and the that married people did it because
they liked it - but it was wrong for unmarried people to "fuck".

   In later years Jenny could not recall how soon after her voyeuristic
experience she first put her hand in her pyjama bottoms and rubbed her
"slit" but she was sure that by her eleventh birthday she regularly did so,
often thinking about her bouncing, moaning mother and gasping father as
they "fucked".

   By the time she was 13 she had discovered how a little cock (like Tom's)
could grow into a big, hard one (also like Tom's), and the lovely, slippery
white stuff with the funny smell that sometimes came out of it, especially
onto her hand or, a bit later, her leg or her undies.  It was to be an
interest throughout her adolescence and into her adult years.

   A bit later again she discovered her own "cuming", at first by her own
hand and later with the "help" of boys.



   Jenny married at 21 and divorced "the jerk" as she always referred to
him, at 23.  She met her second husband, Peter, at a dinner party two years
later when she was 25 and he 36 and it was lust at first sight - followed a
little later by love.  He had likewise married young, had a family and
separated, then divorced, some years before they met.  Sexually, both had
quite extensive experience although Peter had a lot more variety in his
background then his new wife.  After living together for about 18 months
they married in a small civil ceremony.

   Jenny and Peter had a good life, sexual and otherwise.  Both were highly
regarded in the Public Service and, although the hours could be long, both
had resolved to ensure that every night they left the office in the office.

   Early in their marriage her husband had introduced Jenny to a game where
each could ask the other about anything about their past sex lives and
expect to get an honest (and detailed) answer.  Either could respond with a
"no comment" and the question was then not pushed, but never with a lie. 
It was a very sexy game and Jenny took to it like a fish to water.  They
soon learned that they had a mutual interest in verbalising and fantasising
sex.

   Of course, like everyone else, their sex lives were often influenced by
the hours they kept, their fatigue levels, and all the other impediments of
life but every so often.....

   On many occasions Jenny had sucked and licked his cock while he told her
about one experience or another (she particularly liked the details of
threesomes with two women which she had never had) or he would lick her
cunt (it was a word they both preferred in the bedroom) while she told him
of her experiences.  They liked to masturbate together, watching each
other, both being turned-on by whatever was being recounted and by the
gasps and, in Peter's case, the spurting of what his wife called "my lovely
bonus".

   They found they both particularly enjoyed what she called "young sex"
and one of Peter's favourite stories was that of Jen at 15, no longer a
virgin, picked up by her 17 year old boyfriend and his much older brother
and driven straight from school to a secluded forest area.  Peter liked to
pull himself, standing or kneeling over her face, while she described how
she had pulled up her school tunic, taken off her own underpants and spread
her legs in the back seat while her boyfriend fingered her and his married
brother watched from the front seat, masturbating.  Her husband loved
hearing how the older man had reached between the front seats and pushed a
finger into her while his younger brother still had a finger up her.

   She had let her boyfriend had cum in her mouth and while still licking
his cum of her lips the older man had hurriedly got into the back seat on
her other side and pulled himself off onto her legs.  It was, she said, the
most slutty thing she had ever done and yes, she had licked the married
man's cock - but sometimes she didn't finish the story about how she had
been driven home with her undies in her school bag and her legs still wet
with semen, because Peter had spurted onto her face and she was busy
cleaning him, and herself, with her fingers and tongue.

   Another thing Jen really liked was sex when they were fully clothed. 
She liked milking his cock onto her pantyhose, her panties, stockings,
whatever she was wearing or maybe onto her blouse or skirt (particularly if
it was black and hoicked up to expose her underwear).  Peter said it was a
throwback to all those times when as a teenager she had to get cum stains
off her clothes before she could go home and it was a way of keeping
drycleaners in business but he really enjoyed it as well.

   So life went on until 1990 when Anna entered their lives in a major way.