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Jenni's Story - 5
by Brian_r_98 (brian_r_98@yahoo.com)

***

Jenni continues her sexual education with her 
girlfriend and her stepdad. (Mff, ped, bi, spank)

*** 
 
Chapter 5 – Jim Watched, My New Toy, and Mom With Jim
 
The rest of the weekend was a blur. Mom gushed over how 
much color I had in my cheeks, that the fresh air 
obviously had done me some good.
 
'You should see my other cheeks,' I thought. "Yea, Mom, 
we got a lot of fresh air." I headed off to my room, my 
butt still burning but my pussy tingling. I knew a big 
cum was in my immediate future. Belt-whipped or not, 
and embarrassed at my naked-in-public escapades, I was 
still horny, and I needed relief.
 
As I turned from speaking to mom I realized Jim wasn't 
in the living room. When I got to the door of my room 
and turned in, Jim was standing there inside. I almost 
squeaked as I jumped in surprise.
 
"I'm going to watch you play with yourself." Jim had 
that little smile on his face that I'd learned to be 
nervous about. "I imagine you'll want to cum more than 
once. I'm staying long enough to watch you with the 
first one, and then I'll go."
 
I opened my mouth to protest. This was a private thing, 
I didn't want an audience! Or did I...? Pussy got a 
little wetter at the thought, "Um..." There I went 
again, Little Miss Articulate.
 
"You know you were going to anyway. And it's not like 
you get to choose, now, is it?" Oh, what a smug tone he 
had. "You know you want me to watch. Don't you?" In 
that moment I knew he was right... How did he KNOW 
these things? "Go ahead, get undressed. It's not like I 
haven't seen it before..."
 
That really made me blush. I must have looked like an 
idiot freshly back from the beach, with a head-to-toe 
sunburn. I slowly pulled off my top and tossed it on 
the floor. My eyes locked with Jim's as I reached back 
for the clasp on my bra. This was different, very 
different, than either stripping for punishment from 
Mom or the one time he'd made me dance for him. That we 
were in the privacy of my own room, my space, made it 
very, very weird.
 
The rest of my clothes came off in a blur. Without even 
realizing it, I had climbed on the bed and settled on 
my back. My legs fell open and I was displayed to him. 
That Pussy was wet and I was excited was undeniable 
from my swollen and glistening flesh. Even my wispy 
little hairs were stuck together. Jim's eyes left mine 
and locked on the oily gash between my legs.
 
I reached down with both hands. My left pulled the 
sparse flesh away that protected my little clitty and 
my right began a slow stroking of it. My hips lurched 
upward at the delightful sensation, my breath catching, 
shuddering. I was so worked up before I even started 
that it only took a few minutes and I was hunching 
upward, trying to push my pelvis all the way to the 
ceiling fan. I lay back, catching my breath and slowly 
twirling my finger.
 
Jim smiled at me and threw a paper bag on the bed that 
bounced hard enough to verify there was something in 
the bag. "This will make the next one easier. Have fun 
with it. Next time you can show me how much you enjoy 
my little present." And he left my room.
 
To try and say I wasn't curious about what was in the 
bag would be like trying to say I wasn't a girl. The 
final "snick" of my door latching was still sounding as 
I moved across the bed and grabbed the bag. I unrolled 
the top of it and reached in and found... a what? A 
rubber cock?
 
Jim had given me a dildo! I'd heard of them – some of 
the older girls at school talked about them and some of 
the photographs in the magazines I'd seen at Jessica's 
house had women using them. I knew what it was for.
 
I returned to my comfortable spot on the pillow, legs 
splayed open again, but with this rubber cock in my 
hand. It couldn't have been more than six inches long, 
and while it wasn't skinny, it wasn't fat and 
grotesque, either. Maybe twice the size of the cigar 
tube Jessica and I had used. I thought it was kind of 
cute, with its little balls and... a suction cup? What 
was that for?
 
Suddenly I had a vision my jamming that suction cup 
against the side wall in the shower and me hunching 
over in front of it, impaling Pussy on it again and 
again and again... I closed my eyes and settled back. 
This next one was going to be more fun as I grasped the 
shaft in one hand and tweaked open my pussy lips with 
the other. Like it was made to be there, the dildo slid 
in, catching only briefly in the tightness of my pussy 
entrance. In a moment or so I was feeling the fullness, 
shafting myself rapidly, and rubbing my clit at the 
same time. The cum that was building in my groin was 
the biggest I'd ever felt, bigger even than with Jim 
staring at Pussy.
 
I think I used the rubber cock twice more. Pussy was 
very sore after that and I set it down to work my way 
through one last release. This one needed to be soft 
and gentle, like the ones Jessica and I did for each 
other.
 
As I thought of her a grin spread across my face. I had 
this vision of showing Jessica my new toy and offering 
her a use of it. Pussy got wetter. I was playing a 
movie in my brain of what that would look like. 
Suddenly I understood what Jim had in mind...he wanted 
to watch Jessica, too!
 
Now Pussy was a lot wetter and my hips were hunching up 
again, and I could feel this freight train rumbling 
through my gut and exploding out my clit. I held by 
breathe and tightened every muscle in my body. I was 
arched so high only my head and my curled back toes 
were on the bed. I swear my clit exploded. I expected 
to open my eyes and see it in limp, bleeding bits. But 
it wasn't.
 
That last cum really took it out of me. Here it was, 
not even dinnertime yet, and I was exhausted from my 
sexual workout. I must have dozed off, still on my back 
with my legs spread wide. A knocking sound pulled me 
back up into reality – someone was gently tapping at my 
door.
 
"Jenni...Jenni? Are you awake?" Mom's voice filled me 
with panic as I frantically rearranged my suddenly 
uncooperative legs to slide under the covers, hiding 
the rubber cock as I pulled them up to cover my 
nakedness.
 
"Mom? Yea, I'm awake. I must have dozed off. That fresh 
air made me tired, I think." Whew. If she'd just turned 
the doorknob and walked in.
 
"Dinner will be ready in about a half hour. Do you have 
any clothes for the laundry? I'm getting ready to put 
in a load. Bring it to me, would you?" Her footsteps 
receded up the hallway.
 
I pulled myself out of bed and went to my dresser, 
pulling out one of my extra long t-shirts that I like 
to sleep in. I no more than had the t-shirt in my hand 
when my bedroom door suddenly opened. It scared the 
crap out of me!
 
"Well?" Jim's expectant voice only wanted to know one 
thing, and I knew it.
 
"Three times with my new friend, all on my back," I 
said, "and again without it. I think the last one was 
best of all." I smiled as I picked up my new toy. "It's 
all gooey now. Should I just wash it?"
 
Jim smiled. "You're probably pretty gooey, too. I'll 
keep your mother distracted. You go take a shower and 
come out dressed for dinner."
 
I reached for my t-shirt and pulled it over my head as 
I headed to the bathroom, then turned back to retrieve 
my toy. Jim stopped me at the door and then tugged at 
my t-shirt.
 
"You don't need that to walk down to the bathroom. I 
told you I'd keep your mother distracted. Take it off." 
The look on his face told me there was only one option.
 
I pulled my t-shirt back up and tossed it on the bed. 
So, once again, I was naked standing next to Jim. It 
seemed odd to have my toy in my hand, more so than when 
I was clothed.
 
"From now on, unless you are certain your mother will 
see you or you're headed out to join us, clothes are 
not allowed for you. Sleep naked, walk to and from the 
bathroom naked. You'll get used to it." And he turned 
and walked out, headed for the front of the house. The 
washer and dryer were in a room off the garage, and Jim 
was obviously headed to do just as he said, keep Mom 
distracted.
 
The shower felt wonderful on my tired body. I washed my 
new toy carefully. I was tempted to try it out against 
the shower wall, even checked out the suction cup 
action. Worked perfectly, but I didn't feel I had 
enough time to really enjoy it. I was pretty sore, too. 
It would have to be a couple of days before Pussy would 
be ready for this particular visitor again.
 
I was done my shower quickly and dried off. It felt 
strange to not have clothes right there to put on and I 
was smiling to myself as I walked back down the hall in 
all my naked glory. I put the rubber cock in an old 
shoe box in a corner of my closet, half hidden by my 
winter jacket that I really didn't need as the seasons 
changed.
 
After I was dressed in pajama pants and that same t-
shirt Jim had talked me out of earlier, I grabbed my 
dirty clothes from earlier and headed down the hall 
towards the front of the house and the laundry room. I 
guess I took less time in the shower than Jim had 
planned, because I could hear Mom's moans before I ever 
got there. I crept forward as quietly as I could and 
saw that the door to the laundry room was open a bit.
 
Through the doorway I could see Mom bent over the 
washing machine, her slacks and panties around her 
knees, and Jim behind her, pumping his cock into her. 
At first I thought he was "just" fucking her. After a 
moment or two I realized he had his cock up her ass!!
 
I could hear Jim's voice, taunting my mother. "You like 
a cock up your ass, don't you? You like it best when 
you're tied up, too. Don't you?" Tied up? What did he 
mean?
 
Just then Jim shifted, revealing my mother's arms, tied 
at wrist and elbow by what looked like a bathrobe cord. 
Mom moaned as she lifted herself on her toes and thrust 
her ass back at Jim's pumping cock.
 
Pussy was wet all over again. I knew I shouldn't stay. 
I knew I shouldn't watch this happening. I knew it was 
a "private moment" that I shouldn't intrude upon. But I 
couldn't have left if the house was on fire. I had to 
see this.
 
Never in my imagination had I thought a cock would fit 
in an ass. Jim had fingered me there, but not as a 
primary effort, only as part of the larger event of 
touching me all over after a spanking. But to push a 
cock up there? Make things go in the opposite direction 
of... well, of the... you know... That's just an exit, 
isn't it? Except now Jim was showing me... yea, somehow 
I knew he was doing this for my benefit...what else I 
could be doing with my body. Suddenly I had a vision of 
me, on my bed on my knees, pumping myself with my 
rubber cock, but into my ass, not my pussy!
 
I was weak-kneed as I pulled my thoughts out of 
dreamland. I dropped my dirty clothes on the floor 
outside the laundry room and went back through the 
kitchen into the living room. Now I was at least two 
rooms away and couldn't hear anything. I picked up the 
remote and turned on the TV, hoping to find something, 
anything, to take my mind off what I'd seen.
 
After a few more minutes Jim came through living room, 
his pants only partially done up, but everything 
covered. I kept my eyes off him, trying to pay 
attention to the mindless show I'd found.
 
He slowed as he passed. "Did you enjoy the show? I did 
that for your benefit..."
 
Even though I'd suspected it, to hear him brazenly 
acknowledge it left me stunned. I'm sure I looked like 
a fish waiting for a bug, mouth all hanging open. Jim 
slowed and turned back to look at me.
 
"I think I wore your mother out. She said she'll do the 
laundry tomorrow afternoon. Dinner will be ready in a 
few minutes." He turned again but stopped immediately. 
"Don't forget to invite Jessica over when you see her 
on Monday. Any day is fine, whatever you can work out."
 
Just as he disappeared down the hall mom called out, 
"Dinner's ready!"

I jumped up and then just as suddenly I froze in place. 
I'd jumped up to escape the information Jim had dumped 
on me, but realized that fleeing to the kitchen would 
take me to the reason for that information.
 
I took a deep breath and shook out my nerves and walked 
to the kitchen with a I-hope-this-looks-sincere smile 
on my face. Mom was at the kitchen counter filling 
glasses as I sat at the table. She'd already put the 
food out. "Go ahead and start, I'll be there in a 
moment."
 
While she was still putting the drink container away 
Jim returned. He walked right up to my mother and 
nuzzled her ear. "Hi June... Here, let me take those 
glasses for you." Without waiting for a response, he 
grabbed them and brought them to the table. My milk 
glass was the middle of three and I helped him extract 
it from his grip on the others.
 
Dinner was more quiet than usual. Mom asked a couple of 
her usual semi-prying questions about my life. Jim 
smiled at her obviously nervous attempt to make 
conversation. He told of a guy at work who had fallen 
from an upper walkway and landed on a sharp object, 
puncturing the butt muscle. He kept using the phrase 
"poked in the ass," and every time he did mom jumped a 
little. He must have said it three or four times and it 
got funnier to me every time he did.
 
I finished my dinner first and asked to be excused so I 
could go call Jessica about homework from Friday. I 
also planned on asking her when she could come over 
after school next week. Mom was intent on her meal as I 
walked behind her with my dishes, bringing them to the 
sink. Jim caught my eye and made a lifting motion with 
both his hands. I instantly knew what he wanted.
 
After I put the dishes in the sink I lifted the hem of 
my t-shirt until it was above my boobs. Impishly, I 
grinned and shook my torso and made my boobs bounce. 
Jim made a funny noise and almost lost it, and mom 
looked up at him funny, but he was suddenly intent on 
taking another swallow of his drink. He looked at mom, 
"Swallowed wrong. Fine now."
 
I gave him a wide berth as I walked past him on my way 
back to my room. Somehow I knew it was going to be a 
long week.
 
To be continued...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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