From jadesatyr@aol.com Fri Aug 22 18:53:04 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: "Jennifer" by JadeSatyr (m/f)
From: jadesatyr@aol.com (JadeSatyr)
Date: 22 Aug 1997 22:53:04 GMT
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************************READERS, PLEASE BE FOREWARNED !! ****************
The following story contains a fictional account of graphic sexual
activity between two consenting adults. If you are under 21 or if you are
easily offended, do not read any further. All rights reserved.
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"Jennifer"
by
JadeSatyr
I just had gotten out of grad school, and all I could scrounge up was
an insultingly low-paying internship at a company that had unfortunately
chosen to build their corporate offices out in the sticks. Being an avid
urbanite, the culture shock alone was almost unbearable. To throw further
salt into the wound, they were located in a dry county, so I couldn't even
go on a bender with the local hooch to drown out my frustrations. Talk
about bad karma.
But, one thing seemed to make up for this dismal set circumstances.
The young women were both attractive and approachable in that way only
Southern girls can be. Not that this mattered. I was perpetually horny
anyway. The guy/girl ratio at my school had been 70/30 in favor of the
women. Because of this, you had to compete with a bunch of equally
desperate guys to have sex with a group of predominantly stuck up, homely
women. Not the way I planned on spending the twighlight years of my
twenties. I would like to say that I never succumbed to this forbidden
fruit, but a man does have needs. So, you can imagine my delight in my
new environment. I watched them hungrily, sizing them up and looking for
an opportunity to make my move. I didn't have to wait long.
I was in the company cafeteria leering, as usual, at one skirt after
another when I caught the eye of another intern sitting at an adjacent
table. She had been looking at me, and she quickly turned her head to
talk to her companion, some other corporate-wanna-be. I could see the
telltale scarlet of her blush as it encroached on her otherwise flawless
face. I was hooked.
Occasionally, she would look back at me when I was gazing elsewhere -
but I always caught her at it. She left after a few minutes, and I licked
my lips as I gazed over her nubile young body. Perky and gregarious, she
had ample tits and a nice ass. When she lifted her arm to place her tray
in the bin, her shirt hiked up and I got a fleeting glimpse of a firm,
porcelain-white midriff. She projected both sensuality and naiveté and
this made me want her all the more. No woman has ever had this effect on
me. I couldn't concentrate on anything else. Back at my desk, I
imagined her flushed, sweaty body stretched out on my bed, her shoulder
length blonde curls spilling out over my red sheets while I pumped in and
out of her blonde haired pussy and jetted hot, sticky ropes of cum into
her snug vagina. Dizzy with arousal, I made a frantic beeline for one of
the stalls in the men's room and furiously jerked off. Twice.
The next day I saw her sitting by herself looking forlorn. As I
approached, she looked up and gave me a shy smile. "Hello" I said in a
relaxed tone, "Do you mind if I sit here," I added assuredly. She
stammered a hasty assent, tripping over her own words and blushing a deep
shade of scarlet. Her timidity only further fueled my ardor, but I
managed to play it cool. As I soon found out, she was starved for
conversation and attention.
Her name was Jennifer, and she worked in merchandising. She had
changed majors twice, and she wanted to stay in school another year or
maybe get her Masters. She liked to work with bright, positive people and
wanted to design her own clothing line or maybe be a fashion consultant.
In reality, I didn't care that much. I have to admit that I cracked a
slight smirk to which she seemed oblivious. I have heard that same
pie-in-the-sky stuff from countless other "actress/model" types like her
that usually end up in some clerical position come graduation.
After letting her sound off, I asked her if she'd like to go see a
movie with me. My bluntness surprised her. She gave a hasty "OK" before
she probably realized what she had done. But by then it was too late.
"Great. I'll pick you up at 7:30 tonight. We'll get something to eat
after," I added firmly. Then, I politely excused myself from the table
without giving her time to say anything and returned to work.
I pulled into the driveway of her apartment complex and ground my
Supra to a screeching halt. I looked at myself in the read view mirror
and smiled. I made a potent impression decked out in faded jeans, a white
shirt, and my well-worn black leather jacket. I took another long pull
from a flask of Bacardi and approached her pad.
One of her roommates, a chubby Wisconsin girl with an angry rash of
acne on her forehead, answered the door. I gave her a disarming smile and
leaned forward to converse further with her. Very shortly we were
interrupted by Jennifer's timid "Hi!" I turned to her and gazed into her
eyes without saying anything. She fidgeted nervously and looked around.
Finally, I said, " You look fantastic. Let's go." I led her out the door
by her arm and said good-bye to her roommate who was still staring
longingly at me. I opened the door for Jennifer, got in on the other
side, and fired up the Supra. She looked absolutely astonishing in her
navy blue sweater and faded blue jeans and I told her as much. She
blushed again and I cracked yet another knowing smile.
If nature abhors a vacuum, young women abhor it even more. Despite
her timidity, Jennifer was soon yapping away like a sled dog talking about
this and that and him and her and all those petty, insignificant things
that occupy way too much space in the minds of many young women. Most
young guys are just as bad. You throw a little booze in them and they
cannot keep their traps shut, either. I looked over at her again and told
her she had a nice smile.
My directness stopped her in mid-sentence, but I could tell she was
inwardly flattered. She stopped talking constantly and began to cast smoky
glances in my direction. I noticed she "accidentally" placed her left leg
closer to the gearshift so I would brush up against it by mistake. I
began to feel that clockwise stirring in my pants and soon had a painful
erection trapped in my tight jeans. I subtly brushed aside my jacket to
give her a better view. I pretended not to notice her frequent glances at
my crotch. But I did make a note of her legs slowly uncrossing and her
hands unconsciously caressing the inner parts of her thighs. I began to
feel a sense of power course through my body. I knew she wanted me, too.
The movie itself was non-eventful, but I had progressed rather well
with Jennifer. Several times I ignored the movie outright, turned to her
while leaning my body forward to engage in extended conversations. Twice,
I let my right hand rest behind her and brush her hair off of the top of
the seat. I smiled and occasionally laughed in order to make her feel
more relaxed. To my delight, there were several awkward pauses where we
would find ourselves staring at each other. She would usually be the
first to look away, but she gradually became more confident. Plus, I
still had my flask of Bacardi that we shared during the flick which helped
smooth out the rougher edges. By the time we left the theater, we were
both a riding on a pleasant, rum-enhanced buzz.
We approached the car, and I opened the passenger side door for her,
gently taking her upper arm to help her inside. She hesitated and looked
at me without going inside. Recognizing this cue, I decided to make my
move. My hand slid up to her shoulder and then behind the base of her
neck as I drew her closer. She tilted her head to the left as I brought
my lips to hers. She gave no resistance as my other hand circled her
waist. Her sweater had ridden up and I placed my hand on the warm flesh
of that delightful curve. She returned the kiss with a fervor that
surprised me.
Soon we were making out like teenagers in a hayloft groping each
other shamelessly in public. I placed my right hand on the small of her
back and drew her inward, my other hand grabbing a fistful of hair at the
back of her head. I broke off the kiss and felt her hot, sweet breath
covering my face from an inch away. I kissed her long and deep and ground
my pelvis into hers pushing her forward with my right hand. "UUUOOOOH!!"
she gasped and broke of the kiss looking intently into my eyes. Returning
the gaze, I said, "I want you, Jennifer." Her pupils visibly dilating, I
added, "Tonight." I covered her mouth with mine before she could reply
and would not let her resist me.
After several minutes, I loosened our embrace and led her into the
passenger seat. "Let's go," I said thickly. I got inside, fired up the
willing engine, and thrust it into gear. Still breathing heavily we
exchanged glances. She licked a thin layer of perspiration off of her
upper lip and returned a searing glance. The time for talking was over.
We went to my place. I forcefully led her up to my room by the hand
with her trailing behind me. I fumbled with the keys in my excitement.
My heart was pounding and I could feel the heat rising from my head making
me delirious. What had I done to deserve this? Between my excitement,
the humidity, and our fervent groping I had already broken out into a
light sweat. I shut the door and turned to Jennifer. I grabbed her again
and we were soon locked in an energetic embrace.
I flung off my jacket and pushed her toward to bed of my one room
studio. She kicked off her shoes as she landed and I followed suit.
Jennifer wasted no time peeling off my shirt with her hands caressing my
back. I in turn rode my left hand from her waist to her back and then
down to her ass. I squeezed and kneaded her buttocks and she moaned
breaking off yet another long, wet soul kiss. With my shirt off, she
massaged my shoulders and lightly ran her nails along the length of my
back. It drove my crazy, and I hiked up her sweater and pulled it over
her head. I almost shot in my pants right there.
Her milky white grapefruit sized breasts were the most perfect
specimens I had ever seen. They were encased in a black lace bra with a
front clasp, and I could make out the dark circles of her areolas. My
mouth again found hers and I moved mine down the length of her neck and
nuzzled my face between those gorgeous tits. I kept my two hands busy in
unzipping her jeans and she in turn unbuckled mine. Before pulling off
each other's jeans, I used my teeth to unclasp her bra and watched her
pert, ample tits spill out onto her chest as she heaved in response. We
soon doffed our jeans and socks and we embraced, relishing the feel of our
naked flesh against each other. She had blushed a deep crimson that
extended down her neck to her upper chest. She flung off her dangling bra
and placed her hand on my crotch. By then, I had grown an aching erection
and her delicate touch almost set me off. She lined her fingers over the
elastic and deftly removed them. I reciprocated but had to stop for a
moment to stare at her snatch.
Her honey brown mane was drizzled with dew, and I could make out the
magenta outer folds of her labia. I licked my fingers to moisten them and
deftly cupped her mound. Jennifer gasped and then began a low, throaty
moan. I slid my fingers along her slick opening and gently probed her
vagina with my middle finger. She wasn't a virgin, but she was damn
tight. Meanwhile, Jennifer ran her hand along my rock hard cock and then
began to caress the underside of my scrotum with her short fingernails. I
pushed her on her back and moved between her legs - my cock only inches
from her cuntal opening. "Yes, yesssss..." she sighed as her breath
began to come in short, ragged hitches.
I grabbed my swollen cock in my hand and slowly began to rub it up
and down her moist labia. Jennifer parted her thighs further and grabbed
the tops of my shoulders in an attempt to pull me into her. I resisted.
"Come on baby..," she begged, "Give it to me!" I entered her about an
inch, just enough to cover my glans with her slick juices and pulled out
slowly. She hissed and flushed a darker shade of scarlet. Her hair had
become plastered onto her forehead from her perspiration, and she
continued to beg and pull me closer. I placed both hands on the curves of
her waist and kneeled down against her spread legs. I spread my knees
wide to allow for maximum penetration. I looked down at my throbbing cock
and bloated ball sack and slowly reinserted my painfully hard rod into her
hot snatch. I short humped her for several strokes causing her to grunt
and cry out, but I would only penetrate her an inch or so.
She continued to beg and looked up at me pleadingly but she finally
shut her eyes and laid her head back, her chest heaving. Finally, without
removing myself from her, I brought my legs back and positioned myself
over her with my arms to her sides. I rubbed my midriff against that
tight, sweaty belly of hers and dug my hands into her waist. I almost
sneered in selfish pleasure as I stared down at my cock partially
ensheathed in her cunt, her vagina lips forming a tight ring around my
plum-colored glans. I couldn't hold back any more. Squaring my
shoulders, I slowly, unexpectedly, and forcefully thrust my cock into her
all the way to the hilt and held it deeply in place.
Watching her reaction was celestial. Her eyes flew open and her head
jerked up. She uttered a small cry with a rounded look of surprise that
quickly turned into a semi-shocked smile. I stared right into her eyes
only inches away and her pupils dilated as she blushed even deeper. Her
smile was soon replaced by a wide-eyed look of exertion.
"UUUUUNNNGGGHHHH..." she cried. "GGGGOD, I can feel you way up inside of
me! It feels soooo gooood....mmmm....ahhhh....." She wrapped her arms
around my back and dug her feet into my calves cooing in my ear, "Lover,
you feel sooooo nice in me..." She covered my ear and neck with light
licks and kisses and held me closer and tighter. I dug my toes into the
mattress and thrust my body forward even further until I felt the
succulent sensation of my cockhead bumping against her cervix. Once again
her eyes fluttered open at the sensations and her gaze melted into mine.
I can't completely describe to you how awesome this felt. Her hot,
moist cunt was so tight against the sides of my cock. I could feel the
tight walls of her vagina gripping me, massaging and pulsating against my
shaft. My balls were resting against the underside of her vagina, and I
could feel the heat of her dampness engulfing them. I let out a low thick
moan and began to move slowly, relishing the moist friction and random
contraction of her pussy muscles. I began to take long, full, deliberate
strokes which brought wide-eyed gasps from my partner. I arched my back
and thrust into her with snarl and she accompanied me with an animalistic
grunt of her own. There was no making love; we were fucking each other
like a couple of wildcats. With my cock buried deep inside her belly, all
I could think about was how deep I was going to shoot my hot, syrupy cum
into her. Grabbing the outside of her thighs, I directed my thrusting at
an upward angle, aiming for her navel from inside. I must have ground
against a hot spot because Jennifer suddenly cried out.
"UUUUUHHGGGOD!!" she shrieked as I felt the first wave of
contractions fluttering around my shaft. "Ohhh yeahhhmmmmmMMMMMMmmmmm,
baby..," I hissed, "I feel you cumming all around me and it feels
soooooooo damn GOOOOD!!! Cum for me, baby, mmmmmmmmnnnn...that's it..."
Her stomach muscles tightened and she squeezed her arms and legs around me
even tighter. I was starting to feel the telltale tingling at the base of
my spine which preempted my own orgasm.
My cock grew more turgid and I began a low, guttural moan. Sensing
climax, Jennifer drew her thighs back further, allowing me to penetrate
her even more. She locked her legs around my waist and laced her ankles
together behind my back. She encircled her arms around my neck and gently
began to caress and massage my neck and face, her nails running along the
nape of my neck. Her face inches from mine, she began to pant loudly and
quickly. We were both rapidly approaching climax. Our hot, sweet breaths
intermingled and we probed and searched each other's mouths with our lips
and tongues. I searched out her heated mouth with mine and covered her
neck with kisses, savoring the salty taste of her perspiration.
The tight spring which had been building up in my lower abdomen was
crying out for release. I pistoned in and out of Jennifer and caught a
fleeting glance of my engorged member, slick with her juices, pulling out
the folds of her labia with each counter thrust. By this time, Jennifer
had begun to buck upward to meet each thrust of mine. Her snatch was
covered in a wet froth generated by our raw, forceful mating. The
tingling in my abdomen started to escalate and spread up the length of my
spine.
Sensing triumph, Jennifer gave a husky cry, " THAT'S IT BABY!!" she
cried out, "OhhhhhhHHHH....GGGGGOOOOODDD!! CUM IN ME BABY!!!! SHOOT IT IN
ME LOVER!!!!" I stared down into her eyes centimeters from mine and saw a
raw, primal lust that wanted nothing more than for me to jet my rich,
potent jism into her awaiting womb. Suddenly I arched my back, dug my
hands into the mattress at the side of her hips, lowered my head, and
ploughed through her warm fluids in one final high-powered thrust. I
snorted and gritted my teeth as I felt the first wave of my orgasm
overcome me. I tightened my buttock muscles, clenched my abdomen and
locked into my position deep inside of her. My guttural grunts escalated
into a triumphant yell as Jennifer's own screams joined the cacophony of
our climax. My eyes crossed and my vision blurred as I felt the
time-stopping sensation of orgasm envelop me.
When I began to cum, I didn't merely ejaculate. My cock exploded
into Jennifer's birth canal, jetting volley after volley of my semen deep
into her womanhood. Hot, viscous ropes of my potent seed splashed against
her cervix and inundated her womb. She screamed at the sensation and
thrust her hips upward to further engulf my geysering rod. We held each
other's waists in a death grip and arched our backs in unison as my cock
continued to unleash torrents of sticky, robust semen into her hungry
vagina. I felt the walls of her vagina spasm and contract against the
sides of my cock, further drawing my seed into her womb.
Slowly the sensations ebbed and my senses started to return to
reality. My vision began to clear, and I looked down at Jennifer's
heaving breasts and undulating belly, glossy with the perspiration of our
feral coupling. We unconsciously continued to grind our hips together and
she opened her eyes, still heavy lidded in the throes of our sexual
afterglow. Our breathing still heavy, Jennifer moved her hands up to my
back and shoulders, lightly running her nails along my spine and
shoulderblades. I clenched the muscles at the base of my cock one final
time and spurted one final burst into her, and her eyes widened in a mild
shock which quickly melted into a blissful moan. I collapsed onto her and
we kissed and caressed each other for several minutes, my cock growing
soft inside of her still pulsing vagina.
I relished the sensation of her spiked nipples against my chest, and
I slowly ground my abdomen against that wonderfully soft yet firm belly of
hers into which I had just spent my seed. Jennifer cooed softly in my ear
and continued to caress my back. With her other hand, she lightly ran her
nails along the nape of my neck. I gave a sigh which turned into a light
moan. I felt completely, utterly relaxed and at peace with the world.
My semi-rigid cock was still bathed in our warm fluids and I had begun to
perspire more freely. There is no sensation quite like basking in the
afterglow of a shuddering orgasm, relishing the wonderful shivers that
follow it. I slowly drifted off into a wonderful, dreamless
post-climactic slumber. When I came to, the morning light greeted me. We
had remained locked in our embrace all night.
Epilogue
To say I enjoyed the remainder of my summer is an understatement.
Jennifer was a fantastic lover and companion, and I never lost interest in
her. On the contrary, I counted the very seconds between our encounters.
I was that hooked. She was too, as I soon found out. Jennifer told me
after three weeks that she had only just gotten on the pill. I was
terrified. We had been having unprotected sex for the last two weeks, and
she could easily have gotten pregnant.
That night, while lightly kissing my nose and face after another soul
searing coupling, Jennifer told me that she had wanted to take that risk
because she wanted to feel me shoot my cum into her unprotected vagina.
She said it felt so savagely instinctive, and it made her feel so wildly
female, so much a like a real woman. Hearing this made me so insanely
horny that I quickly became aroused again and gave her such a hard and
furious fuck that she saw stars.
When the internships ended, we spent one final night together. We
promised to stay in touch and visit each other, but I lived over a
thousand miles away. She was still a student, and I was saddled with
debt. We knew we might never see each other again. That night Jennifer
vigorously straddled me, her head arched back in the throes of a
shuddering orgasm. In the faint evening light, I noticed a line of tears
streaking down the side of her face. By late morning, we had gone our
separate ways...
After several years, I finally got settled into a decent career.
Heck, I was doing fantastically well. I had channeled all of my pain,
frustration, and sense of loss into my career, and success just seemed to
accompany me in all facets of my life. Except one. I never found that
someone special, and I had resigned myself into believing that I never
would. Strike that. I HAD found that someone special, but she had
disappeared into the miasma of anonymity, never to be heard from again. I
guess you could say that I had been in mourning. My close friends noticed
this, but thankfully never probed me for the details. I don't know if
they could ever understand anyway...
I lay awake now, and I cannot sleep from excitement. I checked with
my secretary after returning to the office after a business trip, and
there was a cryptic message from a "Jennifer." She left a local phone
number, and instructed me to call her the next morning. I called right
away and the call was transferred to the switchboard of the local Hilton
Convention Center. The operator said that the "Ariel Wave Fashion Design
Group" was leasing the room. There was apparently a convention going on
this week with an event tonight lasting until the wee hours of the
morning.
I thought about going over there. It has to be her. Who else could
it be? A part of me fears that it is just a client - one in particular
has an administrative assistant named Jennifer. Yet, hope springs
eternal, and I desperately hope this is the Jennifer. It has to be her.
I just cannot allow myself any doubt. It is her. And GOD do I want her
back in my life. This time forever...
JS