Chapter 21: Reassuring Mom & Taking Jenna’s Virginity

“All right, you two,” Dad said as soon as we entered our house. “Whatever you do up there, I want you to keep it down. Don’t feel like you have to go all the way—”

“—Dad—”

“—just because you can.” Dad looked at Mom. “You know what; I’m going to take a pill and have a drink or two. Do you want a pill?”

“You’re still having sleeping problems, Mr. Hornsby?” Jenna asked.

“Some nights more than others,” Dad said. “Deb, do you want a pill?”

Mom sighed and said, “Sure.” Her eyes slid toward me. “Why not?”

I tried to will some reassurance into my mother’s mind as I said, “Come on, Jenna, let’s go upstairs.”

“Bye,” Jenna said to my parents, waving for some reason.

“Hey,” Dad said, not quite looking at us. “Stick to Mark’s side of the upstairs, and when either you leave your room, you do so fully clothed.”

“Let them go,” Mom said, sighing.

I grabbed Jenna’s right hand and pulled her away. She wore a big smile the entire way to my room. She opened the door for us, and I tossed her backpack onto my bed, then I shut the door behind me and locked it.

“Do you want to see a magic trick?” I asked.

Jenna giggled and slapped my chest.

“I’m going to make my dick double in size.”

“You pervert.” Jenna put her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a long meeting of our tongues. “Guess what?”

“What?”

“We don’t have to use condoms.”

I raised my eyebrows. “I love you, but I’m not ready to be a father.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Jenna said, laughing. “Mom took me to the doctors a few weeks ago, and we got a prescription for birth control. Mom’s been my age too, and Dad wasn’t her first. I’ve been on it for two weeks.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” Jenna smiled. “We’re gonna tell my dad soon. I’m going to give the condoms to our friends.”

I laughed.

“So you can fuck me bareback,” Jenna said; her words were soft and coy. “I need to get ready for you. Give me ten minutes.”

“Get ready?” I kissed her again. “What are you going to do?”

“Shower and change into something special my mother helped me pick out for you.”

“Your mother?” I asked, laughing. “She’s helping you pick out your sex clothes?”

“You’re the one who told me to kiss my dad.”

“Tease your dad.”

“You still told me too, Daddy.” Jenna’s lips stretched into a sly smile beneath her red cheeks. “You’re responsible for everything kinky that I’ve ever done. You don’t get to judge me for what I do with my mother.”

“You’re right; I don’t,” I said. How would Jenna judge me for what I did with my mother? “I’m positive she has great taste.”

“Give me ten minutes.”

“Wait.” This was my chance to get Mom alone. “You say ten minutes to get ready, but that means thirty. Take an hour and text me when you’re ready for me.”

“Ooh, I’m ready for you now,” Jenna whispered. She licked her lips. “How about you help me take a shower, and then I’ll spend the next thirty minutes getting ready.”

My cock thickened, and I licked my lips, nodding, then said, “Let’s get you clean, little girl.”

“You’re so nasty for an old man.”

We laughed. Jenna took off her socks and shoes before we stepped out of my room and into the hallway. She walked lightly, her steps soft and measured, and she even looked over her shoulder once, not at me, but behind me.

“We don’t have to sneak around,” I whispered.

“I know,” Jenna said, releasing her tension with a soft giggle. “Habit.”

“We’ll get used to it. It won’t be as hard as you think.”

“Oh, it better be,” Jenna said, reaching back as she pushed open the bathroom door to press her palm against my cock. “And it’s getting there.”

I laughed. A week ago, I would have been rock solid by now and wearing out the threads holding the crotch of my jeans together. It was amazing how a little bit of pussy could calm down a man’s habit of getting an instant erection at the thought of sex—though if I couldn’t get hard as soon as Jenna undressed, I was going to think there was something wrong with me.

Jenna flicked on the lights once she stepped into the restroom. I closed the door, locked it, and slid my hands around her from behind, my fingers meeting beneath her breasts. My hands moved upward, cupping the fullness of her tits and pulling her to me. Her bra must have been thin because nothing dampened her tit’s softness as I gave them a firm squeeze. Still holding her twin mounds, I turned us around until my back was to the shower, and her front faced the door.

“I’ll get the shower started,” I said, stepping away from her. “Then I’ll undress you, then I’ll bathe you, and then I’ll make you come.”

“Then you’re going to have to clean my pussy afterward,” Jenna whispered. “With your tongue.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” I said as I turned the shower’s water handles. “I’ve had a week to build up my appetite for you.” Once I had the warm water pouring from the showerhead, I turned around and walked toward Jenna, who looked up at me with her lips pressed together and that ever-present smile on her face. “Ready?”

Jenna nodded her head.

I pulled her by the hands toward the toilet, where I sat down and looked up at her. I ran my fingers along the hem of her shirt, which hung an inch above her shorts and showed off a thin band of her golden skin. My touch feathered her, causing goosebumps to rise across her arms. Jenna nibbled her lower lip as I moved my fingers downward, finding the button to her shorts and twisting the metallic circle through its threaded slit. I kept my eyes locked with hers as I found her zipper and pulled it downward, stopping even with the slope of her mound as her shorts opened for me.

“They’re tight,” Jenna said, looking down at my hands. “You’re going to have to tug them pretty hard to get them off me.”

“We’re going to do a lot of things pretty hard tonight,” I said, my cock thickening against my jeans.

Jenna’s blush deepened.

I folded the waistline of her shorts downward and pulled. She wasn’t kidding. I had to shimmy her shorts down her thighs one side at a time. Each short pull exposed more of her white cotton panties, the kind that hugged her mound and created a heart shape across her ass, leaving the bottoms of her round cheeks exposed. They were cute panties. Innocent panties. A virgin’s panties.

“Like them?” Jenna asked.

“Love them.” They made my cock ache, and I could feel the stiffness pulsating outward from the center of my drumstick. “You should wear your little girl panties more often.”

“But I like wearing my sexy panties for you, Daddy.”

I smiled as I pushed her shorts down to her ankles. She stepped out of them, and I went for her panties. I stopped pulling them down around the middle of her thighs, saying, “Spread your legs.” She did, turning her panties into a tight roll stretched between her thighs. The warmth of her skin flowed into my hands as I ran my palms over her legs and up to the bottom of her naked ass, pulling her closer to me as I lowered my head toward her bald pussy.

I was too tall to get my mouth on her twat, but I pressed my forehead to her waist and breathed in, the hot scent of her sex filling my nostrils with her sweet smell. My head swam, the world brightened, and Jenna laughed as I growled and kissed her as low on her mound as I could manage. Her panties fell around her ankles, and she stepped out of them.

Fuck, my cock hurts, I thought.

Jenna’s shirt came next, and I pulled her close to me with my knees open and my ass on the edge of the toilet’s cover. As I pushed her shirt up her body, she helped, crossing her arms and grabbing the hem, using it to tug her shirt over her head as I laid my thumbs along the bottom swells of her big breasts. I wrapped my fingers around mounds and sucked her thick nipples into my mouth one at a time.

“Mmm,” Jenna sighed, then continued speaking in a forceful, pouty whine. “It feels so good that we don’t have to hide it anymore, baby.”

“Daddy,” I whispered around her tit, wondering how fast Mom’s heartbeat thumped whenever I called her Mom. “Call me ‘Daddy’ from now on.”

“Even in front of our parents?” Jenna teased.

“Yeah,” I whispered. “Always, from now on.”

I’m too into incest, I thought as I sucked harder on her right tit, squeezing her flesh and feeling it cave in and spring back to its original roundness the moment I eased the pressure of my grip. Jenna moaned and gasped, her body moving in a serpentine wave. She grabbed the back of my head, slipping her fingers through my hair and taking a firm grip.

“Aw, Daddy,” Jenna whimpered as I sucked on her nubs. “Fuck. You’ve gotten really good at this.”

I smiled, wondering how long I’d be able to keep my incest secret from her. Not forever, my cock whispered, because we want both pussies at the same time.

Fuck off, I thought back. I’m a gentleman.

“I need to shower, Daddy,” Jenna whispered, her breathing causing her tits to swell. “I need to shower so we can fuck.”

I growled as I turned her toward the shower, dropping my right hand around her side and taking her centaur-ass in my hand, squeezing it hard. So different from Mom’s ass. There was no such thing as loving one single body type. No fucking way. My preference came in all shapes and sizes: short, plump, tall, slender, hard, soft, skinny—whatever. I liked them all.

“I’m getting in with you,” I said, pushing the sliding glass door open.

“Do it,” Jenna said as she stepped into the shower. “Taking a shower with my Daddy in his parents’ home is so naughty.”

I left the door open as I stripped, watching Jenna the entire time, the water splashing against her body and breaking into tiny globes that exploded against whatever they struck. Jenna’s eyes stayed on my body, her ever-present smile widening as my shirt hit the floor and my pants came undone. She nibbled her lower lip as my dick came into view, and her eyes widened as the full, erect size pointed straight at her. She looked like a bird, stunned and looking for an escape, and I didn’t blame her. My cock stood hard and proud, like a thick piece of unbendable rebar, swollen and purple with the strain of taking on a Viagra-like stiffness.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this big before,” I whispered, leaving out the with you part. Mom had seen my cock this angry and hungry on more than one occasion, and my mother would again ... for the rest of her life.

“Your cock looks so yummy,” Jenna said with a tremor running through her voice, “but so big, too.” I stepped into the shower, my spongy tip pressing into her firm tummy and then sliding upward as I stepped closer to her, the underside pushing against her stomach and the head pointed at her tits. “You can’t just ram that dick into me, Mark.”

I laughed.

“I’m serious!”

“I won’t,” I whispered. “I’ll be even gentler than you need me to be.”

“You do love me,” Jenna said, looking upward into my eyes. She wrapped her arms around my neck, interlocking her fingers as she rubbed her stomach against my cock with swaying, side-to-side motions. “Misty, Sarah, and Katie all said their boyfriends just rammed their cocks into them their first times like it was some apartment-fuck porno scene with a rapist with a camera. I don’t want that, Mark.”

“I’m not going to do that, either.” I lowered my mouth, pressing my lips to hers and turning my head, so our mouths slid together. Our tongues met, licked, and traded spit. “I’ve been doing a lot of research this week, and my cock is going to melt right into your hot, little pussyhole. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Trust me?”

“With all my heart,” Jenna whispered, her words causing a pleasure-filled chill to race across my shoulders, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Did Mom make Dad feel like this?

“We should hurry,” I whispered. “I need to find out if I can reach your heart with my cock.”

Laughter exploded from Jenna’s lips, and I thought, Oh, man, that didn’t sound romantic at all. We separated, though Jenna reached down and grabbed my prick, stroking it as I grabbed the body wash, uncapped it, and poured some into my left palm. I sighed as she soothed the ache in my shaft, my cock so hard that it felt numb.

I started with Jenna’s face, working my way down to her shoulders and arms, then moving to her tits. I soaped them up as the water continuously washed the lather away. I leaned down and kissed each of her pink nipples before taking them into my mouth one by one. My body continued to move lower, my knees touching the bottom of the tub, leaving my mouth below Jenna’s breasts. She leaned downward, bending at the waist, her perky tits fighting gravity as she fed me her nipple-buds, my tongue licking around them, flicking them, doing its best to bend them before I sucked them into my mouth once again.

“Oh, fuck, Daddy,” Jenna whimpered. “You’re making me so wet. My nipples are—mmm, god—tingling. I feel it in my pussy.”

I smiled, then said, “Turn around.”

Jenna did, though I caught her right nipple between my teeth. As she pulled away, her puckered flesh stretched and stretched, making her gasp when the nub escaped my grasp.

Jenna faced away from me, her back muscular from years of athletics: soccer, softball, and dance when she was younger, but still practiced, though not as much. I ran my soapy hands over her skin, tickling her sides and pushing on the middle of her back after I had cleaned it. Jenna bent forward at the waist, placing her hands on the wall and spreading her legs, giving me full access to her bubble butt and the sweet softness below her cheeks and between her thighs. This was not our first shower together.

“You gonna eat my asshole too, Daddy?” Jenna whispered, her excitement making her voice tremble.

“Do you want me to, baby?”

“I feel nasty tonight.” Jenna shook her ass, twerking her butt meat for me. Her cheeks opened and closed, her pussy bounced, and her butt rippled, making my head nod. “I want you to eat my ass, Daddy. Eat my dirty ass.”

My eyes feasted on her pink asshole. I thought, That’s as clean an ass as a woman can have.

I soaped Jenna’s legs, the front, and back, the insides of her thighs, moving as close to her outer pussy lips as I could without covering them in suds. Next, I did her ass cheeks, then her crack, the soap running down her pussy, and falling onto the tub. I saved her pussy for last, reaching around her body to wash her stomach and waist, her hairless mound, her tits once again, then cupping her pussy from behind and running my hands through her folds, being careful to not push into her slit. I waited until all traces of the soap had vanished from our skin before grabbing each of her ass cheeks, spreading them open, and pressing my tongue against her pink butthole.

“Shit!” Jenna gasped as soon as my tongue tickled the rougher sides of her crinkled pucker. “Fuck!”

I licked around Jenna’s rosebud while massaging her legs with my hands, their outsides, and then insides, moving up to her pussy where I traced the line of her pink seam. Jenna’s knees trembled, her butt moving up and down, and I chased her asshole with my tongue. I licked through her crack and played with her perineum, but I stayed away from her pussy as I eased my right forefinger into the creamy center of her honeypot.

“Oh, baby,” Jenna whispered.

I smiled, thinking about spanking her for not calling me Daddy, but I’d save that for another day. Instead, I pumped her wet kitty with slow strokes, turning my finger as I did and probing deeper into her muff after each thrust until I had my finger buried to its last knuckle within her channel.

“I’ve missed this,” Jenna said, her voice throaty. She sounded like a young woman instead of a teen girl. She fucked her cunny back against me, trying to sit on my finger and forcing me to push back against her ass with my left hand as she reached back, grabbed my hair, and pulled my mouth hard against her asshole. “So good. Mmm, so fucking good. Yeah, oh yeah, yeah!”

I eased my middle finger next to my forefinger, pushing Jenna’s pussy lips open and finding her small hole, the membrane of her virginity made her opening smaller. There wasn’t much of it left, but there was still some there—other than our fingers, Jenna hadn’t spent much time slipping things into her pussy. I eased my finger into her, giving her two side by side, then turning them vertical, then turning them side by side again, corkscrewing my digits into her tiny twat tunnel. I found her G-spot and rubbed, pushing my thumb against her fat clit and forming a three-pronged pussy hook that worked her cunny’s most sensitive parts at the same time.

“Oh, shit, oh-shit, oh-shit!” Jenna whimpered.

I grabbed her left hip, doing my best to hold her bucking body still. She fucked her twat onto my fingers, and she tried to run away, whining when I pushed my tongue against her asshole again. When I worked her clit faster, she clenched her teeth together and uttered harsh whooshes of breath. Within minutes her insides went from warm to hot, and thick, honey-like nectar began dripping from her snatch. A few more minutes of this, and Jenna bent her knees, clenched her pussy tight, and came on my fingers as her legs shook. As her cum flowed, her cries filled the bathroom with the sounds of her pleasure.

“Oh, baby, Mark, Daddy,” Jenna panted as she slid to the shower floor to recover her breath. “It’s never been that good before.”

“Like I said,” I said, standing, “I’ve been doing my research. I’m gonna let you finish showering. Then I’m gonna let you get ready for me. When you are, text me; I’ll be downstairs.”

“What about your cock?” Jenna asked, looking at my swollen prick. “Don’t you want me to help you with that big guy?”

“You’re so cute.” I smiled. “You’ll help me later. I want to save my first big nut of the night for you.”

“We’re not going to use condoms, right?”

I laughed and said, “No fucking way. See you in about half an hour?”

Jenna nodded her head, then said, “Maybe forty-five minutes. Maybe ten. I don’t know. I’m going to hurry up.”

I stepped out of the shower, thinking, Sure you will, as I grabbed a towel from the bathroom’s closet and dried off before heading to my room.

Jenna was still in the shower by the time I had dressed, grabbed my phone, and went downstairs with my dick half-hard without a hint of it growing softer. Half an hour had passed since Jenna had stepped into the house. I found Mom on the couch, wearing loose, lavender boyshorts and a buttoned-up pajama shirt, both made of glossy satin. She had her hair tied in a bun, and she was alone, watching TV with the sound on low. Mom watched me walk downstairs from her usual spot on the back couch. My eyes scanned the room, searching for my missing father. I didn’t see him, nor could I hear him in the kitchen or the game room that we never used.

“Where’s Dad?” I asked.

“Problem?” Mom turned on the couch, bringing her legs up and resting her back against the armrest as she looked over the couch at me.

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “Where’s Dad?”

“He took a pill and three quick shots,” Mom said. “He’s sleeping by now.”

“Jenna’s getting ready for me,” I said. “I’m giving her time to put on her makeup, her panties, and a special outfit that her mother helped her pick out for tonight.”

Mom raised an eyebrow.

“Probably a nightie or a teddy,” I said, my cock growing with each word and easily visible to my mother’s eyes. “Nothing like what you wear for me.”

“What you make me wear for you,” Mom whispered.

“Oh, yeah,” I said, stopping beside her and placing my hands on the top of the couch’s backrest. “What I make you wear.” I looked down at Mom. My eyes roamed over her body as my tented shorts peeked over the back of the couch. “I’m gonna make you do something else before I go back upstairs.”

“Yeah?” Mom swallowed, her throat rippling. “What’s that?”

I smiled...

“Uh, uh, uh—fuck—uh!”

My mother grunted her moans into the pillow between her teeth. Jenna was upstairs, in my room by now, trying on her clothes and putting on her makeup and getting ready to have sex for the first time. Dad was in his room with a sleeping pill coursing through his veins and whiskey warming his blood—nothing to worry about from him. Mom was with me, downstairs, completely naked, lying on her stomach and biting a couch pillow, so the moans my deep-digging cock forced from her throat didn’t wake the neighborhood.

I lay atop my mother, still clothed, my shorts pushed below my ass and balls as I fucked her hard in the prone position, raising my butt into the air and then driving my dick back into her juicy pussyhole. Wet sounds squished with each thrust, almost overpowering the volume of the TV, which I had turned up to cover our fuck sounds. I had sent a text to Jenna, telling her that my mother had turned up the TV—in case we got too loud—and I told Jenna to text me as soon as she was ready for me. She promised she would.

“Uh, fuck, uh, uh, uh—fuck!” Mom continued grunting, never releasing the pillow from her mouth.

The plop, plop, plop noises of my hips slapping Mom’s ass came several seconds apart. I wasn’t fucking my mother fast, just hard, reminding her that her pussy belonged to me and always would. That was the point I was trying to get across, and I hoped my mother understood it.

“That’s right, Mom,” I panted in her ear. “Take it. Take my dick. Oh, fuck, take your son’s dick.”

“Mmm, mmm, fuck,” Mom whimpered.

I pushed deep into her creamy muff, my left hand around her throat and my right atop her head as though I had to hold her in place. I ground my hips against her tender butt cheeks, feeling my cock up in her guts, her wet muscles gripping me tightly—creating a wet friction that had my mushroom tip tingling.

“I need you to come,” I whispered, licking my mother’s ear. “I need to save my nut for Jenna, but I want you to come on my dick before I make my girlfriend suck it.”

“Oh, god,” Mom whined, my words sparking that dark flame within her.

“Reach between your legs.” I thumped her pussy hard for half a dozen strokes. “Play with your clit and come for me. Be a good piece of pussy for your son.” I moaned in her ear. “Give me your cum, Mom. Give your son your cum.”

Mom’s hand fought to get beneath her body and between her legs. I didn’t let up, feeding her fuck-hole every inch of my thickness and pounding my prick through her wet insides. Mom shut her eyes. I let go of her throat and slid my left hand down to her ass, cupping her soft cheek and caressing the firm muscles beneath her skin. Mom’s whimpers picked up, her pussy creaming all over my pole and tightening around my shaft with a rippling grip.

“Come, Mom,” I whispered. “Come for me. Come for me. Come for your incest-loving son, you sexy bitch.”

“God!” Mom clenched her jaw and came, her pussy walls wrapping around my dick, attempting to crush my swollen shaft with its tightness. My mother trembled beneath me, her butt shaking and her hips struggling to rise. I kept myself pressed hard against her, flexing my dick and filling every last bit of available space within her cunny to the brim. By the time Mom had finished coming, I was ready to come, and the crafty bitch reached further between her legs, stretching her arm and opening her hand as she found my balls and caressed them with her delicate fingers.

“God damn it,” I gasped, breathless as my entire body shook and poured an extra thick helping of jizz up my mother’s cooze. I gave her so much cum that my sticky seed spilled from her pussy even as her little lips sucked on my shaft.

“Thank you, baby,” Mom said, breathing hard. “Mommy needed that so much.”

I pushed myself up on my arms and pulled my hips back, watching my softening cock slip from my mother’s cum-filled clam. My dick hit her thighs, and I plopped it between her ass cheeks. Getting to my knees, I squeezed Mom’s butt and used the next several minutes to wipe my prick clean on her booty, then I grabbed her shorts and used those to give my cock one last wipe.

“After I exhaust Jenna, I’m coming down here to see you tonight,” I said, getting up from the couch and pulling up my shorts. “I’m going to make you lick her pussy juice off my cock.”

“You nasty, nasty boy,” Mom said, sounding exhausted. “The things you make me do...”

“Thank you, Mom,” I whispered, leaning over her and pressing my lips to her cheek. “Because of you, your one-day daughter-in-law is going to have the experience of a lifetime.” I gave her pear-shaped ass several soft, good-girl pats and deep squeezes.

The corner of Mom’s lips pulled into a smile.

I grabbed my phone and went upstairs, stopping in my hallway bathroom to rinse the scent of sex from my body. Just because I wanted Jenna to taste my mother’s cum on my cock didn’t mean I was dumb enough to make her ... yet.

I’m ready for you, Daddy, Jenny texted me nearly ten minutes after my shower. And I’ve set up my phone and your webcam to record us. Come get your little girl’s virgin cunny.

I read the text while standing outside my bathroom, not far from my room, and for the first time that night, my heart jolted into a trot. What had happened to all of my new confidence? I walked to my door, my cock growing to a full, hanging thickness on the verge of turning to steel. Jesus, was I normal, or was I blessed with a magic cock? I was like a guy in a porn story, always hard with a sack full of cum dangling below his rod. If my vigor ever ended, I was bound to fall into a deep depression I would probably never be able to crawl out from under.

I stopped thinking about silly things as soon as my fingers touched my doorknob. I turned it, pushed the door open, and heard the soft sounds of instrumental strings as I stepped inside. Jenna had dimmed my lights to a soft, golden glow augmented by several candles that gave off the scent of lavender as the flames licked away at their waxy bodies.

“Nice,” I said, closing the door behind me. “You look beautiful.”

She did, standing in front of my bed, wearing a pink peekaboo teddy made of lace and sheer silk that hugged her body like a leotard. She wore pink stockings with bright white welts stamped with pink roses. White garters connected her stockings to her V-cut bodice, and when she spun, she revealed an oval cutout on the back of her panties that showed off the crack of her bubbly, teen ass.

Jesus, I thought, kinda like Mom’s lingerie. My cock went from semi-hard to full-blown steel, filling with excitement so fast that a small groan rumbled through my throat.

“Your mom helped you pick that out?” I asked when Jenna had completed her spin. The teddy wasn’t all, though; her makeup made her beauty glow, adding five years of maturity to her features and giving me a glimpse of the woman she’d become.

She smiled, her red lipstick making her full lips even fuller. “Classy, yet sexy,” Jenna whispered. “Mom isn’t like Dad. She knows what a girl wants.” Jenna winked, adding in a sing-song voice: “What a girl needs.”

“Record us with your phone, too,” Jenna said. “Over there.”

I turned my head, where she had set up a camera mount to my left that I hadn’t noticed because of her beauty. I walked to it, set my camera on it, and looked through the viewfinder until I had the frame centered on my bed, then I hit record. I looked at Jenna and said, “I feel underdressed.”

“I think you’re overdressed.”

I smiled, my hands crossing and grabbing the hem of my shirt. I pulled upward, the movement causing my back to arch and my chest to expand, flexing my muscles in a way I knew Jenna loved. I tossed the shirt aside and pushed my shorts down, freeing my cock in one smooth motion. The big guy bobbed upward, thick and ready for fucking, and already throbbing with the desire to feel the heat between Jenna’s virgin pussy lips.

“Mmm,” Jenna moaned. “You look so fucking delicious when you’re naked.” She nibbled her lower lip for a second. “That big cock looks so yummy.” She smiled with a shy pull to her lips and a forward head tilt. “Can I taste it?”

“Are you ready for that?” I asked, my cock twitching.

“Yeah,” Jenna whispered. “I’ve been waiting to taste that dick for so long.”

“How long?” I walked closer to her, my cock swinging as my hands rose and came to rest on her arms.

“Since I was fourteen,” Jenna whispered.

“I was only sixteen then,” I said. “Seventeen for a month. That’s not so bad.”

Jenna shook her head. “No, it’s not.”

I lowered my head, and Jenna rose onto her toes, meeting my lips halfway. During our kiss, I turned our bodies sideways to the bed, sliding downward and taking her with me. My nakedness caused goosebumps to rise across my skin as my sack hung in the open air for a moment before coming to rest against my inner thighs as I sat. Jenna followed, climbing onto the bed with her knees, her hands finding my chest and pushing me onto the mattress.