Jennifer knew I wasn't the jealous type, but I wasn't thinking of sharing her with another guy right away. As I would soon find out, she was way ahead of me in planning sexual adventures.
"O-o-o-o Allen, I just love you so," she'd coo before, during and after sex. She was my own, private, cum-guzzling nympho, so I was perfectly happy with the arrangement we had. But there was something about the first time we screwed doggystyle, the way she insisted on sucking my finger while I was shooting my hot load on her ass that should have clued me in that she needed more than one guy to satisfy her.
Jennifer continued to visit me at my tent at every possible opportunity. I say possible because Jennifer had babysitting chores. If we weren't careful, sooner or later her visits to me would become obvious and our fun would be over.
The second time Jen visited me at the tent, she wanted to practice her oral skills. I swear part of her clitoris must have been located down her throat. After she'd change into her skimpy shorts outside the tent, she'd unzip the tent screen and march in ready for her practice. For my part, I'd share with her my X-rated magazine collection and we'd read a couple of "Penthouse" forum letters together. That would really start her juices flowing.
"Enough reading" she'd announce, and pull off her shorts leaving her homemade g-string panties. I'd start out sitting back while she'd lay in front of my crotch, fishing my hardening rod out of my shorts. "Let's see what we have here," she'd say to my cock, like a doctor examining her favorite patient. She'd always joke "Isn't it bigger than last time?" or "Maybe I shouldn't try to fit this into my mouth." After a few kisses to the purple head, she'd begin licking my shaft until I was thoroughly lubricated, then down her head would go. The sensation of her warm mouth and her suction was amazing.
One little girl thing she did that drove me crazy was how she'd draw attention to her ass while I was watching her head bounce up and down on my shaft. She'd keep her legs together which showed off her perfectly round butt cheeks, then she'd absentmindedly raise and lower each leg in a very slow kicking motion. She'd point her toes during this slow-motion kicking, so I wondered if she really was doing this without thinking, or practicing some strip-tease skills on me during her blowjob.
After this preliminary suck, she'd roll over on her back. "Come up here," she order, and bracing my whole body over her mouth on my hands and toes, I'd do some push-ups in her mouth. Now, with her hands gripping my hips and controlling my thrusts into her expert throat, she was the one in charge. I was fucking her face, but she helped me keep the rhythm.
It was a great workout, too. Since sex became part of my diet, my stomach muscles and leg muscles had noticeably improved. Jen would run her hands over my chest and stomach and say "wow" once in a while. I was so busy getting off on her sucking skills, I didn't really care for much conversation. I wanted my dick thrusting into her mouth, and fewer words coming out.
But what she really wanted to practice was sucking me off while she was kneeling doggy-style in front of me. I regretted not having her bedroom mirrors in the tent, and for the light being so poor. In the darkened tent I could make out her ass raised high in the air. She'd balance on her left arm and grasp my cock, sometimes from the middle, sometimes at my balls, and rock back and forth as those luscious, pouty lips would work their oral magic on my thick, slippery cock. But this is where I say she had become such a cum-guzzling slut.
She could tell, as well as I, just a few pumps before I'd blow my wad in her face. She'd drop both her arms down to the sleeping bag so that she'd be perfectly on all fours, then tilt her head back and close her eyes. I'd swear she was receiving some religious gift by the sheer look of ecstasy on her face as I came. But she'd beg me to grab my own cock and shoot my hot load into her mouth, then greedily lick up every drop.
Once I grabbed the back of her head with my left, free hand as I'd pump my cock with my right, but she begged "Shoot in my mouth, shoot in my mouth, I won't move!" So I did. She'd keep her eyes closed and protected from the force of those first two or three shots of hot cum, then she'd open her eyes with her tongue out and let me guide my own cock into her mouth so she could lap up the rest of my hot seed. With her head thrown back as she licked me clean, I'd swear she was the ultimate cum goddess. And she was mine.
Or so I thought. One special night, Jen's mom headed out for an overnight babysitting assignment in the next town. In fact, Jen was to be trusted alone overnight, so naturally I was looking forward to seeing her for some private lessons in her mirrored bedroom. Just thinking of her in her shredded daisy duke denim shorts with her homemade thong underwear got me hard during the day; I resisted jerking off just the same. We had worked it out that she'd flash the living room light three times, and I'd march down from the Martinelli's house at the signal.
At 9 p.m., the time we arranged for her "all-clear" signal, I spied her house from where I sat on Martinelli's front porch. Sure enough, the light went on and off as it was supposed to. I was wearing my favorite, black muscle tee-shirt, and my shorts without underwear. I wanted to screw her doggy-style so bad, I had to order my hands to stay off my crotch or else I'd be jerking off at the Martinelli's instead of wrestling with Jen on her nice, low mattress.
I skipped down the hill, but noticed a strange car parked in front of Jen's. Was there a foul-up? I knocked on the door and Jen answered, wearing regular blue jeans and a rather loose and proper tee shirt. I must have looked disappointed, because I was dressed to thrill, and Jen was, well, dressed for shopping or something. Her hair smelled especially terrific, like rose hips, and she had blown it and styled it like for some special occasion. Her blonde hair was layer-cut, one of those fairly old-fashioned Farrah styles, but she looked great all primped. She also was wearing more make-up than I'd usually seen her in, and her nails shined with a fresh coat of pink nail polish. If I didn't know better, I'd swear she was dressed for a date.
Wait a second, who was that I spied on the couch in her living room? Ah, the driver of the mystery car. "Come in, Allen." Jen gestured me to enter but spoke to me very politely. Looking at the mystery guest, I offered Jen a chance for privacy. "Jen, I see you're busy, so I'll just shove off." I began to back off away from the door. "Come on, come in," Jen insisted, grabbing my arm and pulling me inside. When I got inside, Jen gave me a playful push. I didn't fight her too much since I sensed a drama about to unfold. "I want you to meet someone."
I didn't quite bounce into the room in delight, but I was curious about this change in plans. Jen had given the signal, hadn't she? Or was I just so horny I clomped down the hill without waiting for the signal? No, I saw it. "This is a friend from school, Allen, and I hope you'll get along." Jen went into the kitchen to get us some drinks.
The guy on the couch stood up and reached out his hand. "Peter," he said, "What's up?"
"Allen," I answered, and we shook. Instead of a limp shake, he gave me a firm squeeze. He was a nice looking guy, I hate to admit it, and 18, a year younger than me. He had brown eyes and loosely curling hair that practically went to his shoulders. He was medium build and slender, not like anything special.
So at least we got out each other's names, though we were both a little surprised, and there was a definite tension in the air. I'll take credit for some of that tension. I had come expecting some wild sex, but now...h-m-m-m-m, Jennifer didn't seem at all surprised that we both were here. She was the least awkward-acting one of the three of us. Actually, she seemed damned comfortable with our little group.
His eyes fell on my muscular arms, then as he sat back on the couch, I swear he sneaked a look at my well-defined legs. I thought I'd stand for now since I didn't want any obvious part of me falling out of my shorts if I sat in a chair. "You a friend of Jen's?" I asked. "We went out this year. Broke up two months ago, but she called me up and asked me over. How about you?" Oh, boy, let me see. "I live across the way and I just drop in once in a while. Watch TV and stuff."
"Why'd you break up?" He looked away rather than answer and seemed relieved when Jen returned with some popcorn and cokes. "I knew you'd get along," she piped up, almost too cheerfully.
This was getting bizarre. Shouldn't she be embarrassed to have an ex and current lover meet like this? I drank a coke to settle myself down. Jen's conversation was matter-of-fact. "Allen, Peter and I were going out, and maybe I should have told you, but we broke up."
Peter looked as confused as I did. His confidence was eroding fast now, wondering what he was doing there while Jen reviewed their relationship for me. "Peter, I'm sort of going out with Allen now, but I still have feelings for you, so I wanted to get everyone together."
