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Jessica gasped and even writhed a little. Then she groaned. With an astonished laugh at his own depravity—and that he was getting away with it—Denny pulled his finger clear of the clinging tightness of her sex. He held it up to her face so she could see how profusely her cream had saturated his digit.

“Taste it for me,” he told her. “I want to know for sure you taste good before I put my mouth on your cunt.”

Like she’d been presented with a lollipop, Jessica licked his finger clean of her own juices. “I taste really good,” she assured him.

“No wonder the coach fucked you. Who could blame him?” Denny asked, moving his hands to Jessica’s breasts and now really getting a good feel of them, groping his fingers deep into their resilient softness.

“I can!” Jessica moaned, the luster of the memory merging with how Denny’s touch was affecting her. “I mean—no, not him—Hal—I never saw Hal again—he joined the Army a few days later—and now I was with his father. I belonged to his father! But he fucked me so good. Came over just about every night. Fucked me for hours. Couldn’t get enough of eating me out and making me come and when I squirted right on his face, he loved it… loved the way I mewled and moaned and groaned… I was so proud to be fucking such a big man… an older man… so important… I wanted to marry him when I got older, but in the spring he transferred to another school and then I didn’t have him either.”

Denny kept up his gentle, yet insistent massage, feeling like he was putting Jessica under deeper and deeper. Urging her further into her memories, making her give in to the lust they represented. The hornier she was in her recollections, the hornier she seemed to be now.

“The man must’ve been dropped on the head as a baby. Who would give you up for anything?” And Denny twisted one of her nipples into sharply invigorating pain.

Jessica gasped, arching her back with her eyes shooting open. “Yes! How could he give me up? HOW? I did everything for him…”

Denny moved to tantalize her other breast: not twisting the nipple yet, but pinching it a little, pulling on it, slowly redirecting all of Jessica’s focus onto his continuing ministrations. A series of small sighs fell from Jessica’s panting lips.

“More than you did for a teenage boy? Experimenting with your body on a cock hopped up on puberty?”

“Hal just wanted to… t-touch me. Burt knew all the things we could do. He showed me it all… he taught me how to suck cock!”

Denny took hold of Jessica’s other breast, palming its weight in his hand, massaging and kneading it while keeping up the slow, subtle torture of her left nipple.

“I bet you liked that,” Denny teased, slowly escalating things. Ramping up the action in one hand, then in the other. He could swear her breasts felt hotter as she got into her story.

“I love making a man feel good… and doing that makes a man feel so good!” Jessica spoke softly, giving herself over to how sweet his play felt on her breasts. “Doesn’t it feel good what you’re doing? How nice you’re making me feel? I really like it when you take care of me…”

“I like taking care of you too.” Denny pinched both nipples in painful grips between his fingers, like he was milking them. “Bet his prick felt good in that young snatch of yours. Bet he really knew how to slam it into you. How many times did he shoot in that young little pussy?”

“I don’t know… he’d eat me out first… I didn’t want it to ever stop… even when I got so tender it hurt down there. Then he put his dick in me: ohhhh!” Jessica mewled with two of Denny’s fingers now inside her, stroking the interior of her cunt. “He… OH… he must have fucked me for half an hour, maybe more, I don’t know how many times I climaxed. Then we went to sleep. When I woke up, he was eating my pussy all over again. My breasts felt huge, they were so swollen, and my pussy was beating like a drum. Then he gave it to me… his stiff cock… he fucked me and he sucked on my tits and it didn’t stop until dawn. We both came at the same time—it was like that was his signal to finally stop.”

Denny pulled his fingers out of her sex and Jessica whimpered. “So you had both of them… father and son. What did it feel like, knowing you’d fucked a whole bloodline?”

“Not… nn—not as good as what you’re doing feels… Denny… I love it, Denny!” Jessica said, her tongue thick.

That took even Denny by surprise. All of Jessica’s remembered lust now seemed to be focused on him, like she’d conflated his present with the men in her past.

“You like me, huh?”

“Yes!” Jessica dropped down on her knees. “I love you, Mr. Director! I need to—need to thank you…”

As if in a dream, she started kissing his feet.

Denny was so beyond sanity at this point that he had no hesitation left. He remembered the massive erection she’d taken out of his fly, which he’d left unrestrained to do without the discomfort of being forced inside his tight pants. Now it seemed like an omen. Here was Jessica wanting to worship him and there was the altar for her to perform her homage.

“Show me what a good cocksucker you are,” Denny commanded sternly—directing.

Jessica’s eyes rolled. The room was swirling around and around her. In a fit of passion she kissed his balls—laid her lips across his stiff manhood.

“This is what you’re meant for, isn’t it, Jessica?” Denny asked, a little softer now, afraid to break the spell. But more afraid still not to take proper advantage of it.

“Yesssss,” Jessica lisped. “I love it so much… it must be what I’m supposed to do…”

She took his prick in her mouth. Sucked her way down to the base of his shaft. Denny bent his knees, hunching down to run his hands along her supple back, her luscious skin with all its softness. The fine muscle of her back was twitching and flexing, all of her thrumming with the power she brought to bear on mouthing his cock. Deftly her wet lips went from his balls to his cockhead, anointing every inch of his endowment with lubricating saliva.

“You’re so good at this, Jessica,” Denny said thickly. “You’re doing such a nice job. Do you want a reward for how good a job you’re doing? How about my cum? Would you like my cum down your throat?”

Jessica stopped sucking him and trembled like a stuck machine, trying to go ahead despite a wrench in the gears. Then she shook her head. “No, I want you to fuck me.” She smiled loopily. “I know a big cock of yours would make fucking feel just perfeeect…”

The temptation was irresistible. Denny had to go a little further, and a little further after that. Why did Jessica keep acting this way, keep telling him what a slut she was if she didn’t want him to say that to her? Maybe give her some weird validation for the obscene whore she clearly was?

“I don’t like fucking naughty girls. Are you a naughty girl, Jessica? Think you can change my mind?”

“Uh-huh…” Jessica droned, her head sidling back down to his erection.

Denny grabbed her by the hair and forced her to look at him. “How many people have you been naughty with, Jessica? How many people have you been dirty and slutty and whorey with?”

“N-nine,” Jessica said evenly. “Nine!”

Denny pulled hard on her hair, craning her neck back. “Nine others besides Ashley you mean.”

“Yes, but that wasn’t an affair… we were just friends… the guys I fell in love with… always an older man… I was so mature for my age.” Her voice was subdued, matter-of-fact even with Denny pulling on her hair, staring at her with such lust she felt close to orgasm just being the center of his lascivious attention.

Her mind reeled and the next thing Jessica knew, he had set another drink in front of her.

“Better polish that off,” he said. “You may need it. You’ve had a lot of experience, but I’m going to lay a new one on you—no matter how long it takes.”

Jessica took the glass and drank all of it in one gulp. Some of it dripped onto her naked flesh. Her face was flushed. She felt giddy, her senses razor-honed as she waited for Denny to call her one of the lewd names she knew was hers. But his voice sounded distant. Only his body was close by. So much of it… so near to her…

“Mmmmmm,” Jessica thought out loud, staring at it. “What a big one. What a nice, big, juicy one…”

She couldn’t wait to feel it inside her, thrusting powerfully into her body, joining her with all the passion Denny felt for her, giving her the key to all the desire she had for him. Just then she wanted that prick more than she’d ever wanted anything. What’s better, Jessica knew it was all hers. It was only a matter of time, only seconds, before he would give it to her.

She smiled dumbly at the thought. And once he’d tasted the golden tightness between her legs, Denny would be hers forever. No one ever got enough. Not after Hal. Not now that she knew how to use what she got.

“So let me have it already, you beautiful cock,” she slurred. “Come over here and use that great big hard-on. Let me feel it. Let me touch it…”

Denny pulled her to her feet and guided her slowly over to the bed. Jessica didn’t stumble like a drunkard, but she was still difficult to direct—hopping up and down in excitement, then forgetting the trip to the bed entirely to grab at his cock. She got it in both hands… there was plenty of it for her to grab onto… and she stroked it on its way to her body.