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Using her left hand to play with herself, she reached out with her right and grabbed a handful of Denny’s shirt to drag him down onto his side, facing her. His prick hugged his belly in a ferocious erection; Jessica was clearly delighted to have it in such a state. She wrapped her fingers around it—Denny groaned and shuddered. His eyes glazed over with lust.

“Feels nice, doesn’t it?” Jessica cooed. “I really enjoy playing with your cock. I hope you enjoy it too. Maybe it’s good to have fun with your body, no matter what they say. Are you having fun? I’m having fun…”

It was hard for Denny to think with her hand pumping magnificently up and down his length, but there was no doubt he liked it. And Jessica was liking it too. At least, she was liking rubbing a fingertip in circles and circles on her clit. She gurgled with delight at her own touch—maybe at the feel of Denny’s throbbing erection in her hand as well. Denny didn’t know if she could fake the excitement she seemed to be feeling at getting to hold his cock in her hand, but it was hard for him to keep his mind on anything but this wild pleasure she was giving him.

Jessica smiled at him, lazily enjoying herself. She seemed much happier without all the inhibitions she’d evinced earlier. Didn’t seem at all shy or ashamed of masturbating or of the act she was performing on his prick. Denny was hard-pressed not to take a page from her book and allow himself to relax.

“Okay, be honest with me,” Jessica simpered in the most charmingly happy way. “Don’t you ever think about me when your cock is nice and hard like this?”

“Yes,” Denny admitted, too far gone to listen to the neurotic voice whispering that this was a bad idea. “It makes me come so fucking hard, but I always feel guilty afterward.”

“Don’t,” Jessica breathed, tightening her grip on his erection until Denny gasped in pleasure. “I like knowing that the thought of me gets you hard. It means there’s one more cock out there with cum for me.”

“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?”

Jessica gasped, arching her back with her eyes shooting open, responding to his praise even more than she was Denny’s touch. “Yes! How could he give me up? HOW? I did everything for him…”

Denny moved to tantalize her left breast: 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.”

She stroked his prick a little faster; flicked her clitoris with increasing speed. A thick froth of precum ran from Denny’s glanshole and Jessica smeared its stickiness all over his cockhead, up and down his blue-veined shaft. It was obvious she loved playing with his cock; the more she enjoyed herself, the more Denny’s nerves fought to be felt.

What if she was a nymphomaniac? Hell… ‘what if’? Someone would probably see this as him taking advantage of Jessica. No matter how much she enjoyed it. She seemed to be enjoying it even more than him, but then, she was the nympho…

“Maybe you’d better stop that,” Denny groaned. “You’re gonna make me come!”

Jessica laughed. “I want you to come, Denny. That means you feel good, right? That’s what I want. I want you to feel so good you can’t take it anymore.”

Denny couldn’t say he was totally convinced, but he couldn’t bring himself to protest anymore. Jessica kept on pistoning her slick wet hand on his throbbing hard-on just as she kept thrilling her little clit with her fingertip. Her tremulous excitement was at a boiling point, all of her heaving and gasping as she approached an orgasm she seemed to desperately need. Her twirling fingertip was wet to the knuckle with her helplessly running juices.

“Mmmmm… aren’t I doing a good job, Denny? Aren’t I making you want to come?” she murmured.

Denny couldn’t help but smile shakily. “Yeah,” he confessed. “This is just about the best time I’ve ever had in my life!”

“That’s what Burt said… even though he left me… are you going to make me feel good like he did? Like I’m making you feel good.”

Denny didn’t answer her. “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! I want your finger, Denny! Can’t you at least give me your finger?”

Helplessly, Denny’s hand abandoned her breast. It strolled down her supple little belly, drawn into the sodden heat between her legs. He would’ve stopped, but Jessica’s encouragement was like a drug being mainlined into his system.

“Yes,” she panted. “Put it in me! Stick it all the way in, then run it up and down. Pretend it’s your cock, Denny. Pretend you’re fucking me with it!”

Denny couldn’t imagine that; his cock would never survive going inside of Jessica’s sex. He felt like he was shooting his wad already, just touching her with one small part of his anatomy… easing it into her smoldering womanhood and feeling all she had to offer those lucky bastards she’d been with.

It felt incredible, clinging to every inch of his finger, and every inch juicy and warm. He pushed his finger into her as far as it would go, not caring about pleasuring her, only wanting to feel as much of that wet pressure on his skin as he could manage.

“UNHH YESSS!” Jessica hissed, her lovely face somehow becoming even more gorgeous when it contorted with pleasure. “Now fuck me, Denny, fuck me with your finger!”

At last Denny knew that Jessica was as exquisite inside as she was outside; her cunt wasn’t a disappointment, it was the crowning achievement of her perfect body. Meant to be experienced by a man’s member, not anything else.

He jerked his finger up and down in her slippery little cleft. She cooed with delight and greeted each movement he made with a dose of sizzling juices. Denny felt like he really was fucking her, his pumping finger going hard as a cock into her love-starved snatch. In her mounting excitement, she stroked his prick faster and more adamantly, making him groan out his enjoyment.

“Oh yeah, baby, just like that—keep doing that to me until I come!” Jessica mewled with two of Denny’s fingers now inside her, stroking the interior of her cunt. “Burt… 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.”

“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 her present with the men in her past.

“You like me, huh?”

“Yes! I love you, Mr. Director! I need to—need to thank you…”

Lying together on the floor, they feverishly caressed each other to the brink of climax. Denny could barely believe this was happening to him. Between his career and his fraught social skills, he was unconvinced he’d ever make the rare relationship he managed actually work out. Yet here he was, masturbating what had to be one of the most beautiful women in the world. It could be he’d had a nervous breakdown, but it was still one hell of a good time.

“Yes, Jessica, yes, just a little more!” he moaned. “I’m almost there!”

Denny’s cock throbbed powerfully in Jessica’s hand. It felt like it was about to explode. And every time he thrust his pumping fingers into Jessica’s greedy little sex, he saw a hot blast of pleasure roil through all her nubile body. She groaned while she tightened her potent young muscles, clenching them on Denny’s touch, getting even more red-hot friction out of how he was fingering her.

“Oooo shit, yeah!” she gasped. “Give it to me real fast, now, Denny, I’m gonna come with you!”

She could have let herself go at any moment, but she held back—not only wanting her pleasure to continue for as long as possible, but wanting to share her orgasm with him. Denny tried to hold back too, spending as much time in this paradisiacal moment as possible, but it’d be only seconds before his balls were totally empty. His cock pulsed harder and harder in Jessica’s stroking hand.

He groaned steadily. “Jesus Christ, Jess, I gotta come!”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh,” Jessica moaned, distant as she was overwhelmed by the sex, barely able to pay attention to Denny despite how fascinated his pending climax made her. “Come for me, baby, and I’m gonna come for you…”

She handled his prick with lightning speed. He tried his best to match her tempo despite his concern he might hurt her. Weirdly, Denny wasn’t much worried for himself. No matter how quickly or tightly Jessica’s hand pistoned over his length, it only pushed him closer and closer to orgasm.

As much as Jessica moaned, she mewled keenly too, telling Denny she wanted more—maybe even his whole fist reaming into her fiery box. But his fingers, careful as they were, managed to get her off. Jessica shut her eyes and trilled happily as an enormous orgasm shook her body; starting deep and tight in her sex and then radiating out to touch all of her.

“OHH SHIT, FUCK, DENNY, YOU’RE DOING IT TO ME, YOU’RE MAKING ME COME!” she screamed.

Denny felt her cunt holding him tightly, her molten cream coming out like water from a faucet to wash his hand. Her slender body bucked and twisted, luscious little breasts quivering like they couldn’t hold all the sexuality that Jessica contained. Seeing her like that was just too much for Denny.

“Yeah, YEAH!” he bellowed.

Jessica watched cross-eyed as his thick cum flew into the air. They lay there moaning and shaking and touching each other like they were sating their own lusts instead of that of their lover’s.

When he finally stopped coming, Denny looked at Jessica adoringly, all his misgivings temporarily forgotten.

Jessica kissed him hard, sliding her tongue in against his, then pulled away with a delicious moan. “You’re not angry at me, are you?”

“No, of course not.”

“I’ll wear the costume for you, I promise I will. I just get so worked up. But when you fuck me like that—“ She laughed nicely. “Who cares about anything else?” She paused, taking a deep breath, then petted his back. “You’re not going to stop fucking me, are you?”

“No, Jess, I’ll get back here as soon as I can.”

Jessica pouted. “Because you wanna spend time with me?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And you’ll have lots more cum for me when you get back… and time to cuddle too, right? I know you can’t now—“

“I will tonight,” Denny said, desperately trying to think if there was anything he’d have to cancel to arrange that.

It wasn’t like he didn’t know how crazy lucky he was to have somehow managed to inspire an amount of devotion in such a beautiful woman. It was just that directing a studio picture was labor-intensive. He couldn’t just blow off his responsibilities, even for Jessica Alba.

Jessica kissed him on the cheek. “It felt soooo good to get all that off my chest. You don’t mind if I tell you more about the stuff I used to do, right? I know most guys probably don’t want to know about all the sex their girl had before they met…”

Then she batted her eyelashes at him, clearly wanting him to pick up the hint she’d laid down about ‘his girl.’

“I just want my girl to know she can tell me anything,” Denny said.

Jessica let out a squeal and hugged him tight. “You’re such a good boyfriend and such a good director!”

Denny didn’t know what kind of mystical spell or demonic possession or psychotic break had hit Jessica, but he had to admit, she seemed a lot happier now than she had been before.