JENNY
By Joe James

There is an incredible excitement that precedes sex.  For me this 
anticipation of what is to come is one of the most wonderful feelings I 
can experience.  There is nothing so exciting as being at work and then 
suddenly recalling  what is planned for the weekend or evening.  It is 
enough to drive anything else out of my mind.  If the planned sexual 
activity is out of the ordinary, then the anticipation is even better.
For some time, Jane had playfully complained that though she enjoyed the 
sex sessions we had with Simon, it was hard work for her as the only 
woman.  Discussing this with Simon, he suggested that he might contact 
Jenny, a former college friend of Jane's with whom he had had a brief 
affair while she was at college.  Her marriage, we knew, was on the 
rocks and the couple were only going through the motions of being 
married.  Jane was keen to involve Jenny and Simon subsequently phoned 
Jenny when he knew her husband was likely to be at work.  Without out 
actually spelling it out, Simon made it clear was on offer and Jenny 
accepted the invitation without hesitation.
We arranged to get together the following weekend and Simon duly arrived 
on his motor bike in the early part of the Friday evening.  Leaving Jane 
to prepare a meal, Simon and I set out in my car to collect Jenny from 
the rural train station which was about eight miles away.  En route, we 
discussed our hopes for the weekend and rather than make firm plans, we 
decided just to let things take a natural course.  There was no hurry.
We collected Jenny from the station and she greeted us both warmly with 
big hugs.  Simon took her hand and I carried her case to the car.  Her 
eyes were shining with excitement though I suspected that there was also 
a hint of embarrassment as we all knew what she was making herself 
available for.  She knew that Jane and I knew about her fling with Simon 
but she had no knowledge of the things that Simon, Jane and I got up to.
The country road was dark as I drove along.  I was in no hurry and was 
anxious that Jenny would not get thrown about in the back.  After a few 
minutes Simon asked me to pull over so that he could get in the back 
with Jenny so that he wouldn't have to keep turning around to speak to 
her.  I did as he asked and Jenny giggled as he got in with her.  She 
was in no doubt as to his true motives.
Soon I could hear the sounds of soft kissing and the clink of metal as 
safety belts were discarded.  Jenny was wearing a thick woollen coat and 
I could see in the rear view mirror that Simon was wasting no time in 
undoing it.  Once open, I glimpsed his hands disappearing up her jumper 
and then Simon and Jenny tumbled out of my sight behind my seat.  I 
could hear excited breathing and occasional whispers and then very 
obviously, Jenny's moans as Simon did something to her.  
Unable to bear the suspense any longer, I pulled into the entrance of a 
field so the front of the car was facing away from the road.  Turning 
off the engine, I removed my safety belt and knelt up on my seat to look 
at what was happening.  Jenny was sprawled across the back seat with her 
coat open and her jumper and bra pulled up.  Simon was licking her 
nipples, alternating between breasts and Jenny was clasping his head, 
and gently moaning, "Yes, yes."
Opening her eyes, Jenny saw me watching.
"You must think me a terrible tart," she said.
"I think you are quite wonderful," I replied.
She stretched up her hand and stroked my face.  I drew her finger tips 
into my open mouth and gently sucked.  She understood the symbolism and 
opened her eyes wider as if acknowledging the message that has been 
passed.
Simon had begun to slide her skirt up her legs but as her stocking tops 
came in to sight, she whispered, "No, not yet.  I don't want to arrive 
at Jane's looking as if I'd just been raped."
Simon relaxed and moved off her back into his own side of the seat.  
Making no attempt to cover up her naked breasts, Jenny sat up.  She 
reached over and unzipped Simon's trousers.  He leant back in 
anticipation and she opened his belt and fly and pulled down the waist 
band of his pants.  His prick sprang into sight and Jenny took it in one 
of her hands and began to masturbate Simon gently.
"You know why we invited you for the weekend, don't you Jenny?"  I 
asked.
"I think I've got a good idea," she responded. "But what about Jane?  
What is she going to feel about it?"
"It was her idea," I reassured her.  "Simon and I have been whoring Jane 
for years and she wanted some female support."
"So why me? Why pick me?" she queried.
"Because we both want to fuck you and we thought you'd be big enough to 
take part in what we have planned."
"And what exactly have you got planned?" Her breathing was quickening 
again and matched Simon's who was beginning to whimper.
"With your consent, we want to whore you and Jane.  We want a weekend of 
debauchery.  We want you to deny us nothing.  We want to use you and 
have free use of your body.  Will you allow us this?"
"It sounds wonderful," Jenny replied.  "Glen and I haven't slept with 
each other for over two years and if it wasn't for some lads from 
school, I would have have gone on the streets by now."
"Lads at school?" I echoed.  "Seriously?"
"Once I had done it with one, there was no going back.  He threatened to 
tell another teacher and so I had to keep going. Eventually, I had three 
boys screwing me on a fairly regular basis until they left last year."
"What sort of things did they get up?"  I asked incredulously.  This 
woman was amazing.
"They would sometimes come to my house during holidays when they knew 
Glen was at work.  They would all screw me or make me toss them off or 
give them a blow job.  Just before it finished they got hold of a 
polaroid camera and made me pose with them."
"That's interesting," murmured Simon.  "I've brought one with me."
"Should be fun," I mused.  "How did they photograph you?"
"In all sorts of ways," said Jenny.  "Predictably, it started off with 
pictures of each of them screwing me but then they wanted more bizarre 
things such as two of them screwing me at once or other things."
"What other things, Jenny?" Simon prompted gently.
"Oh, I suppose it will all come out this weekend anyway." she sighed.  
"They photographed me masturbating with a variety of things such as 
cucumbers, shampoo bottles and my vibrator.  Once I had agreed to that, 
there was no stopping them.  I suppose the ultimate was when they made 
me kneel on all fours so I could suck one off.  Another lad laid 
underneath me to lick my cunt and fondle my breasts and the third one, 
having set the automatic time release shutter going, got down behind me 
and buggered me with a beer bottle.  The camera went off just as he 
forced it into my anus and the picture shows the pain on my face.  The 
lad doing it got so excited, he decided he wanted to bugger me and 
eventually finished by coming inside my arse.  At least he wasn't so 
painful coming out."  Jenny finished her recollection with a wry 
chuckle.
Stirred by this extraordinary tale, Simon chose that moment to start 
bucking and writhing in Jenny's hand.
"I'm coming, Jen, I'm coming," he gasped.
"Have you got any tissue or anything?" Jenny asked me urgently.
"Nothing that I can think of," I replied.  "For goodness sake, don't let 
him make a mess here."
"Oh well," Jenny sighed, "nothing else for it then."
She lowered her mouth to Simon's erect prick and took him between her 
lips. Sliding her mouth down and up the shaft, Simon began to shake and 
moan.
"Yes, yes," he groaned, "take it Jenny, take it."
Jenny breathed heavily as Simon's spunk cascaded into her mouth.  She 
swallowed rapidly and kept sucking as he came and came.  Finally, he 
subsided and exhaled heavily.
"Oh Jenny!  That was wonderful."
"The first of many this weekend I hope," she responded.  "What about you 
Pete?  Anything I can do for you?"
"Plenty," I murmured.  "But if we don't get back soon, Jane will have 
the police out looking for us."
Taking my hand, Jenny lay it upon her cunt outside her knickers.  She 
was hot and wet and quivered at my touch.  
"Well don't keep me waiting too long then," she teased.
"I won't," I promised, "but in the meantime, would you do something for 
me?"
"Like what?" she enquired.  "I thought you were in a hurry."
"We must get back," I agreed, "but will you travel the rest of the 
journey topless?"
Jenny smiled and reached behind her to unfasten her bra.  Slipping her 
blouse off, she removed her bra and tweaked her nipples.
"Drive on James," she instructed.
Arriving home some minutes later, Jenny replaced her coat and got out of 
the car. Simon retrieved her case from the boot and using my key we 
entered the house just as Jane appeared from the kitchen.
The girls greeted each other enthusiastically, each having not seen the 
other for some years.  Questions  were exchanged before Jane turned to 
me.  
"Take Jenny's coat, Pete and get her a drink."
Jenny looked at me uncertainly and hesitated prompting Jane to giggle.
"What have they been up to?" she laughed.  "Come on, take it off."
Shyly, Jenny unbuttoned her coat and slid it off her shoulders to reveal 
her naked breasts.
"I hope you didn't travel all the way like that," whispered Jane. She 
was clearly excited by the sight of the other woman's breasts and didn't 
really know how to respond.
"Only the last bit," laughed Jenny.  "It got a bit hot in the car."
"I bet it did," said Jane, flashing a look at Simon and me.
While Jenny restored her clothing and unpacked in the room she was to 
share with Simon, I fixed us all drinks and suggested to him in a 
whisper that he give Jane a cuddle to make up for what she had missed 
when we had picked up Jenny.
Simon went into the kitchen with two glasses and I heard him say to 
Jane, "Come on Jane, get your lips around this."  Predictably, she 
giggled in response and I mounted the stairs to deliver Jenny's drink.  
Meeting Jenny on the landing, I motioned her back into the bedroom and 
followed her in.
"Can we just wait a minute?" I asked.  "Simon is cheering Jane up for 
missing out on the action in the car."
"Can I ask you something?" she replied.  "This isn't the first time Jane 
and Simon have, uh, 'been together'?"
"No, far from it," I replied, "but Jane does feel the strain when there 
are the two of us and she is the only woman.  It was her idea really to 
see if you would be interested in joining us."
"Don't you mind Simon being with Jane?" Jenny persisted.
"I love it," I answered.  "There is no bigger turn on for me than 
watching her with another man.  Right now, I imagine that they are 
snogging in the kitchen and Simon will be groping her.  She'll tell me 
about it another time and it turns us both on."
"What do you think he's doing to her right now?" whispered Jenny.
Taking Jenny's shoulders I pushed her back onto the wall of the bedroom.  
"I imagine that he's got her up against a wall like this."
"Yes, and then what?" Jenny was beginning to get excited.
"I suppose that he will slide her skirt up her legs and force his knee 
between her legs."
"Then what?"
Acting out the movements I was describing, I had lifted Jenny's skirt up 
to her waist.  To my delight she was wearing stockings, suspenders and 
matching pants.
"He will slip his hand into the top of her pants and work his fingers 
down."
Jenny's eyes were closed as my own fingers sought entry to her cunt.  
She moaned gently as I entered her with two fingers.  "Then he will 
begin to finger fuck her hard, just like lads used to do to her outside 
her disco when she was fourteen.  She used to take it then and she will 
have to take it now, if it's what he wants."
I continued to finger Jenny forcibly and she began to pant rhythmically.  
"Take it Jenny, you must take it," I whispered.  "You are going to give 
everything you have this weekend and you must deny us nothing."
"I promise, I will deny you nothing," she gasped as my fingers flew 
faster and faster into her cunt.
"I'm coming, oh, I'm coming," she cried.  
Still excited from the episode in the car, Jenny came rapidly and 
noisily before subsiding down the wall onto the floor.  Once she had 
recovered sufficiently, I suggested that we return downstairs.
Simon entered the lounge from the kitchen at the same moment that we 
reached the foot of the stairs.  Pausing until Jenny had crossed in 
front of him with her drink, he winked to me and jerked  his thumb in 
the direction of the kitchen.  I grinned in return and suggested to 
Simon that he topped up Jenny's drink.
"Anything I can do?"  I offered as I walked into the kitchen.  Jane was 
leaning back into the corner or two kitchen unit and her face suggested 
that she had either just run a mile or undergone some such similar 
physical activity.  She was wearing a purple pinafore dress and was 
struggling to do up one of the straps that connected to the front bib.  
Her hands were shaking so much she was experiencing some difficulty.  
"Here, let me," I offered walking towards her.  As I took the strap she 
pulled me to her and kissed my lips with a powerful passion.  Breaking 
away, I whispered to her.
"What did he do to you?"
"He bent me over the sink and fingered me from behind."  As she answered 
she slipped her tongue into my ear, an act that she knew excited me.
"Was that all?" I persisted, wondering why her dress had been undone.
"You'll have to wait for the rest," she teased, "but let's get the meal 
over before it's ruined."
We ate a strange meal, interspersed with disjointed small talk.  Each of 
us was preoccupied with the events so far and with what we knew was to 
come.  Congratulating Jane on producing such a succulent meal despite 
the obvious interruptions, Simon and Jenny cleared the table while Jane 
and I sorted out more drinks and lit the fire. I organised some mood 
music and Jane lit candles to supply the sole source of lighting.  Soon 
Simon and Jenny rejoined us and the two girls leant back against our 
legs as Simon and I faced each other from our arm chairs.
"Jane,"  Jenny began, "how did this thing with Simon begin?  Don't you 
mind them making use of you?"  Jenny was clearly fascinated to hear 
Jane's tale.  "I'm not critical of you at all, just jealous and 
curious."
"Well, it's a long story and took some years to develop but it keeps 
them both happy when Simon comes and it's easier than going to pubs all 
the time." Jane laughed as I stroked her hair.  "It was quite 
frightening in a way when it first started but the boys are careful not 
to push it too far because they know that if they do, it will be the end 
of it."
Simon laughed as he continued the explanation.  
"We know how lucky we are and we won't do anything that Jane doesn't 
want us to or is unhappy about.  We are not doing anything that can hurt 
and Pete and I are quite open about it.  It's not as if I was doing 
something behind his back."
Jenny snuggled closer to Simon's legs as the wine and atmosphere began 
to take effect.
"So do you not mind about me joining in then?" she asked Jane.
"I can't tell you how pleased I am," Jane responded.  "You are going to 
lighten the load on me I hope.  At least you will if you want to that 
is?"
Jenny swallowed deeply before replying.  "I've fantasised about 
situations like this for ages.  I just can't believe it's happening."
"Well, it is," I replied, "and we're wasting time talking so let's begin 
to make your fantasies fact."
"There's no hurry, Pete," counselled Jane, "there's plenty of time.  
How about some more wine?"
"There is a fee for a top up," I teased.  "You have to remove an item of 
clothing."
"That's not fair," protested Jane.  She had changed prior to the meal 
and now wore only a one piece, translucent black cat suit that was 
transparent enough to afford a clear sight of her breasts whenever she 
stood in front of a light source.
"Alright then," I conceded, "but you have to undo one of the shoulder 
straps then."
Laughing, Jane untied the bow on one shoulder.  The satiny top fell into 
a triangle on her chest revealing the top of one of her breasts.
"Now do I get my drink?" she asked.
I rose to fetch the bottle from the table and returning filled Jane's 
glass.
"Don't I get any?" asked Jenny.
"You know the rules," I insisted.
Sighing, Jenny began to unbutton the cuff buttons on her blouse.  Her 
hands shook, betraying her excitement and I knew the fun was about to 
begin.
"Anything for you Si?" I asked.
Smirking, Simon stood up and removed his shirt as Jenny undid the last 
button on her blouse. She lifted her head and looked at each of us in 
turn.
"Go on, Jenny, it's alright," Jane reassured her.
Jenny allowed Simon to slip the garment off and then sank back against 
his legs as he sat down.  She folded her arms across her chest in an 
instinctive gesture of modesty but allowed Jane to unfold them gently.
"You have gorgeous boobs, Jenny. You should be proud of them," Jane 
remarked.  "Why not take your bra off and let us have a proper look at 
them?"
"I've got a better idea," I said. "Why don't you let Jane take your bra 
for you Jenny?"
"I will, if she lets me undo her other shoulder strap," breathed Jenny.
"Okay?" I whispered into Jane's ear.  "Seems like a wonderful idea to 
me."
The two girls stood up and moved away from us.  Simon and Garfunkel 
crooned softly in the background as Jane moved behind Jenny.  Unsure of 
what to do with her hands, Jenny allowed them to fall to her sides.  
Jane was gently caressing Jenny's shoulders and Jenny allowed her head 
to sink back onto Jane.  We could see Jane's hands were busy behind 
Jenny's back and then they reappeared on top of Jenny's shoulders.
"Ready?" she asked.
Jenny just nodded and Jane began to slide the bra down Jenny's breasts.  
Once it was clear, she allowed it to fall to the floor and moved her 
hands back up to support and cradle the naked breasts.  As Jane began to 
roll each nipple between finger and thumb Jenny moaned in delight and 
reached behind her to grasp Jane's hips.
"Have you ever been touched by a woman before?" asked Simon.
Jenny shook her head in response.
"Do you mind?" Jane whispered.
"It's gorgeous," moaned Jenny.
"Your turn now Jane," I called.  "Come on Jenny, show us what you can 
do."
Jenny moved almost in a trance behind Jane who stood expectantly in 
front of us.  Allowing her naked breasts to trail across Jane's back, 
Jenny undid the bow on Jane's shoulder.  She allowed the top to fall to 
Jane's waist revealing her breasts.  She too then started to caress the 
other woman's breasts but broke off after a few seconds to trail her 
hands down to the elasticated waist band of Jane's cat suit.  Simon and 
I watched spellbound as Jenny slipped her finger tips inside the elastic 
and moved them around the perimeter of Jane's waist.  Slowly, meeting no 
resistance from Jane, Jenny slipped the garment down and Jane stepped 
out of it.  She was clad only in a tiny pair of black pants and remained 
motionless while Jenny returned to caressing her breasts.  Jane lay back 
onto Jenny's breasts and reaching back behind her began to unfasten 
Jenny's skirt.  Struggling a little, working blind and in reverse, Jane 
eventually succeeded in opening the skirt and encouraging it to fall to 
the floor.
Jenny was still wearing the lingerie I had seen earlier and the sight of 
the two women, virtually naked in front of us, caressing each other was 
wildly exciting.  Simon and I lost no time in removing our own clothes 
stopping only when we were down our rather inadequate underpants.  We 
moved to the women who separated on our approach.  Taking Jane in my 
arms I kissed her deeply and the passion in her response was indicative 
of her aroused state.  Simon and Jenny were similarly engaged and it was 
a few seconds before they "surfaced".
"Well, what now?"  Jane asked huskily.
"Dares, I think."  I suggested.
"What do you mean?" questioned Jenny.
"We each pick a card from a pack.  The person with the highest card 
picks a dare for the person with the lowest card.  Simple!"
"And a lot of fun," laughed Simon.
Jane collected the pack of cards from the sideboard and joined the 
circle of us on the floor.  Offering the pack to Jenny first, Jane 
allowed us each to pick a card before taking one herself.
"Eight" I reported.
"King," Simon smirked.
"I've got a nine," Jenny announced with some relief.
"And typically, I've got a three," Jane snorted in disgust.
"Right then, I get to choose," Simon declared in delight.
"And I get to lose," Judy mimicked. 
"Your dare is to wait until someone is walking up the path beside the 
house and then turn on the bedroom light and close the curtains while 
topless."
Judy protested but seeing that we were resolved not to let her get away 
with it, she moved to the stairs. We followed and upstairs, moved 
through the dark room to peep out of the bedroom window on to the 
footpath below.  The front garden was only about fifteen feet long and 
anyone going past could have a perfect view of anything, or anyone, that 
appeared in the window.  Predictably, at that time of night, the path 
appeared to be deserted but as we watched, two teenage lads appeared 
some way down the road walking in our direction.
"Here you go Jane," Simon ordered.  "No wimping out."
Trembling, Jane waited by the light switch.  "Thankgoodness I'm half 
drunk," she said to herself.
The three watchers positioned themselves either side of the open 
curtains to observe events.  As luck would have it, one of the boys who 
was pushing a bike stopped on the pavement outside the house to do 
something to the wheel.  Simon motioned to Jane and taking a deep breath 
she turned on the light.  She walked calmly to the window and pausing 
momentarily to look out, drew the curtains closed.  As she had opened 
her arms to reach for the curtains, the boys had been presented with a 
perfect view of her naked breasts and the sight of their faces, mouths 
wide open in shock and delight was an impressive image.
Returning to the doorway, Judy asked Simon,
"Was that what you had in mind?"
"Perfect!" he whispered in admiration.
"That'll take some beating," I observed as we went downstairs again.
"Did you see their faces?"  Jenny giggled.  "I think we made their 
year."
Returning to our seated circle we looked at each other expectantly.
"I wonder who'll be next?" mused Jenny.
"With my luck, it'll probably be me again."
Our laughter was cut short by the sound of the doorbell.
"What?" I snorted.  "Who on earth can that be?"
"I don't know," answered Jane, "but can I suggest that you put your 
dressing gown on and answer it.  Who ever it is, don't let them in."
Fleeing back upstairs out of sight, Jane flung my dressing gown down 
into the stair well.  Putting it on I approached the front door, annoyed 
that the mood had been interrupted.   Through the opaque glass I 
recognised the outline of the two boys with the bike.  Intrigued, I 
opened the door.
"We're sorry to bother you," one of them began, "but my bike has got a 
puncture and we wondered if you would allow us to leave it in your 
garage overnight until tomorrow, so we can catch a bus home."
I looked suspiciously at the now flat tyre.  I was certain it had not 
been that way a minute before.
"Can you just wait a second," I asked, "I'll just check with my wife."
"Was that the lady we just saw in the window?" the other boy blurted.  
"We didn't mean to look but we couldn't help it."
Leaving the two boys on the doorstep, I returned to Simon.
"Quick, come with me," I urged him hurriedly as I headed up the stairs.
Joining the girls on the landing I explained the situation.
"I'm sure that they are hoping to see more of what they just witnessed 
so how about putting on a little show for them?"
"How old are they do you think?"  Judy questioned anxiously.
"About sixteen, I guess. Certainly no younger."
"Are they local? Do we know them?"
"I've never seen them before," I reassured her.  "They said they were 
going to catch a bus home so they can't be too local."
"Let's do it!" Jenny suddenly announced.  "Having had experience of 
young studs, I can tell you there's nothing finer."
Jane was obviously still unsure but promising not to let things get too 
heavy Simon and I returned to the lounge where we redressed hurriedly.
I returned to the door and told the boys that it would be okay for them 
to leave the bike in the garage.  Having safely stowed it, I made as if 
to close the front door on them.
"Um, could we have a drink of water please?" one of them spluttered.
"Sure, come on in."
The boys followed me in and Simon nodded to them as they appeared behind 
me.
"They want a drink," I explained as he raised his eyebrows to me.
"Are you sure that's what you want lads?" he asked.
"We saw this gorgeous topless bird in the window and ...." the boy's 
voice trailed off.
"You hoped to see more?"  Simon continued.
Unsure of the likely response, the boys were hesitant to answer.
"Well would you or wouldn't you?" Simon persisted.
"You serious?" said the smaller of the pair.  He appeared to be having 
difficulty breathing but his eyes were shining and a promising bulge was 
beginning to appear in his trousers.
"How old are you both?" I asked.  
"Seventeen," the larger of the two answered.  "Next birthday," he added 
observing our scepticism. 
"And how discreet can you be?" I pressed.
"We'll never tell a soul, we promise," he answered.  "We're down here on 
holiday and we go back on Monday so you won't hear from us again."
"What do you think ladies?" I called up the stairs confident that they 
would have been listening.
Jenny answered in a confident voice.  "Okay by us.  We'll be in our 
rooms."  
We heard the sounds of footsteps retreating to the bedrooms and Simon 
and I were left looking at the two boys.
"Have you ever been with a woman before?" I asked them.
"I have, but never actually, er, fucked one."
"I've fingered girls but that's all," offered the smaller of the two.
"Would you like to now?" I asked them.
"Not half, but what do we have to do?  We haven't got any money," added 
the larger of the two.
"We don't want any money," Simon snorted as if in disgust.  "This is the 
big time now lads.  Grown ups don't tell tales.  Can you keep this a 
secret?"
"We promise" they assured us simultaneously.  Simon and I looked at each 
other as if  weighing up a decision.  Had the boys been mind readers 
they would have been surprised at how worried we were that they might 
wimp out.
"Ladies," I called, "can you come down here please?"
The two boys, Paul and Vincent we learned, looked excitedly at each 
other and wiped their hands nervously on the sides of their jeans as 
Jane and Jenny reappeared in their dressing gowns.
"This is Paul," I indicated the smaller of the two, "and this is 
Vincent.  These ladies, gentlemen," I flattered them," are Jane and 
Jenny and they will do anything you ask of them."
At this announcement, the two boys looked at each other incredulously.
"Do you mean it?"  Paul stammered.
"Why not ask them?" I responded.
Jane moved over to Paul and took his hand.  Leading him to the settee 
she pushed him gently into a sitting position. Fixing her gaze on his 
eyes she slowly undid the cord around her waist.
"Did you just see my breasts, Paul, at the window?"
"Yes," his reply was scarcely audible.
"Would you like to see them again?"
Paul began to lick his lips nervously.  "Please," he affirmed.
Jane slipped her dressing gown off and stood in front of Paul wearing 
only the black pants I had seen earlier.  She began to caress her own 
breasts and pulled her erect nipples with her finger tips.
"Oh," moaned Paul and I turned to see Jenny leading Vincent to a 
position beside Paul.  Having settled beside Paul, Vincent was treated 
to a similar strip by Jenny who joined Jane in kneeling in front of the 
boys.  Turning her head to look up at me, Jane licked her lips pointedly 
and raised and eyebrow as if in question.  I nodded consent and Jane 
began to unfasten the boy's trousers.  Following suit Jenny also began 
to release her partner from the constraints of his jeans and soon both 
boys were being treated to a sensual slow hand job.  Simon and I watched 
in fascination as the girls allowed the lads to fondle their breasts 
while masturbating them.  Pushing her partner back into the settee, Jane 
pulled his legs apart to allow her closer access to him.  Again staring 
into his eyes, she lowered her mouth to his prick.  Deliberately, she 
licked the end.
"Beautiful," she murmured and then closed her mouth around the head of 
his erect penis.  Paul threw his head back into the cushion and clasped 
Jane's head in his hands.
"Gently, gently," I reassured him. "There's no hurry."
Jenny continued to masturbate Vincent as they both watched Jane sucking 
Paul's prick.  She was drawing it deep into her mouth before sliding up 
the shaft and licking the end.  Paul was groaning in ecstasy and was 
clearly on the point of orgasm.
"Oh, Oh," he moaned and his hips began to buck and thrust as he fucked 
Jane's mouth.
She allowed his prick to come out of her mouth and resumed her rapid 
oscillation of the foreskin.  Within seconds her face, neck and breasts 
were treated to a cascade of spunk as he orgasmed with  enormous energy 
over her.  He seemed to come and come as more creamy whiteness exploded 
over her and she carried on pumping his prick until he had subsided.  
Almost overcome, he was pathetically grateful and concerned for the mess 
he had made.
"Shh.  Don't worry."  Jane stood up and began to massage the sperm into 
her breasts. "It's beautifully warm and creamy."
Disappearing to get Jane a towel, I returned to see Jenny similarly 
employed on Vincent.  
"Is that good, Vincent?"  Jane asked.
"Fabulous," he grunted in response.
"Do you want to come like that, or would you like to fuck her?" asked 
Simon.
Jenny raised her eyebrows in surprise but continued to move her mouth up 
and down Vincent's prick.
"Can I fuck her?" the stunned lad answered.
"However you like," Simon replied.
Vincent sought reassurance in Jenny's eyes but seeing this, Simon 
interrupted. 
"She is yours to do with what you will.  She has no choice.  She has 
given herself to us.  What do you want her to do?"
Vincent coloured.  "I've never had a fuck before.  I'd love to screw 
her."
Raising her head from the young lad's prick, Jenny slid off him and back 
on to the floor in front of the settee.  Raising her arms in invitation 
she beckoned the boy to approach her.  She lay back and opened her legs 
wide.
"Would you like to lick her first?" I asked Vincent.
"Can I?" asked Paul.  "I've never done it before."
"Be my guest," murmured Jenny as the boy slipped his head down her 
tummy.  She closed her eyes as, uncertainly, he began to lick and probe 
her vagina.  His movements were tentative at first but very quickly, as 
intuition took over, he began to respond to Jenny's moans and 
concentrated on areas that provoked the most audible response.  Soon she 
began to roll her head from side to side and pulled his head hard into 
