Thanks To The Wind Ch 03

Jennifer had met Jenna a few times before. She seemed the archetypal Promising Young Woman. A consummate professional on the set, a sunny little girl when she wasn't working... and now, completely unrecognizable. Sweaty and flushed, with her dark hair mussed up all around her pretty-perfect face, and her big limpid eyes still wearing the desperation Jennifer well knew.

She'd come because she'd just

had

to come, the same as Jennifer. And as embarrassed as Jennifer was, she was also a bit too cock-drunk to be really scandalized. They'd both had one hell of an orgasm; what was the harm in that?

Jennifer smiled reassuringly, telling Jenna wordlessly that she wouldn't be giving the younger woman any sort of 'you'll never work in this town again' kind of treatment. "So, how was it for you?"

"Me?" Jenna exclaimed, forgetting all guilt herself in a rush of youthful exuberance. Young and multiorgasmic, she was still wracked with the naughty, taboo nature of what she'd done and witnessed. "

Me?

I came. Who cares about

that?

How was he? Did you really come?

Dios mio,

of course you came! I can just

tell

you came. Was it really that good, huh? Huh-huh-huh? Didn't it hurt? It had to hurt, if he's that big, or is he not really that big and that's why it didn't hurt..."

Jennifer nuzzled her head over against Grant's cheek. "You wanna show her, baby? It still feels plenty big to me..."

"I'm gonna have a heart attack. Tell her to take your word for it. You're her idol. She'll believe you."

Jennifer grinned at Jenna. "He's huge. And it hurts like hell. But... shit, do I need to tell you? You watched. Just because I'm telling you how big he is and how much it hurts getting fucked in the ass, does that do anything to change your mind? Or do you wanna get ass-fucked next chance you get?"

Jenna could only stammer, unable to believe she was having this conversation, that she was saying anything or hearing what Jennifer was telling her. "I don't... wanna get ass-fucked... not next chance I get... maybe with the right guy..."

Jennifer reached back to pat Grant's haunches. "Well, good luck with that. It took me a long time to find the right guy. I hope I have, but hell, look how many times I've been married."

"You have," Grant assured her. "You even think about getting a divorce, I'll just fuck you in the ass again. Like hitting the factory-reset. You go right back to liking all my dumb stories."

Jennifer sniffed and eyed Jenna. "Poor boy doesn't know. Jenna, wouldn't you pretend to like his dumb stories if it meant you got fucked up the ass like I just did?"

"Oh yes, uh-huh," Jenna said immediately. "I'd do anything to enjoy that big cock the way you did."

"You saw my man's cock?"

"Uh-huh," Jenna breathed. "When he pulled it out and put it back in... I thought you were pranking me. Like it was a magic trick. I thought he couldn't really be putting all that inside of you. But I guess he was. Is there really that much space inside you? Or do you have to stretch? How much do you stretch? You must stretch a lot; there's no way there's enough room normally, no way."

All this talk about big cocks was making Jenna horny. And, moreover, curious. She'd always been fascinated by sex, although never really having the courage or opportunity to do much with it. Now that her career was picking up, she knew she had to strike while the iron was hot, so for the most part she put sex out of her mind and focused on work. Not indulging in the fascination that skyrocketed as she was turned into a sex object in print, sent countless scripts full of steamy fantasies, and photographed in obscene positions and sultry costumes guaranteed to set the internet on fire.

But now, faced with the real thing, she felt like a recovering alcoholic that'd taken a shot of top-shelf gin. How could she be at all calm or cool when she'd seen what that monster of a cock had done to a woman as strong as Jennifer Lopez? Just the thought of it before her, touching her,

inside her

had Jenna feeling lightheaded.

Jennifer reached out and Jenna gasped, irrationally thinking Jennifer was going to touch her, even though she was far out of reach. Instead, Jennifer petted the silk sheets at the foot of the bed. Closer to Jenna than she was, but Jenna could only imagine how it felt to be touched by those stroking fingers.

"Is someone getting a little hot? Tell me, was it the movie or the director's commentary?"

"I don't know," Jenna panted, feeling her nipples stiffen under Jennifer's watchful gaze. "I shouldn't have watched, I know that, but now that I have—"

"Why shouldn't you have?" Jennifer asked, running her fingers along the bedspread so sensuously that Jenna had to imagine her own bare flesh under that hand... "Didn't you like the show?"

"I... I..."

"Grant, you wanna fuck her? While I watch?"

"Seems fair," Grant replied.

Jenna's mouth felt very dry. "But... he's your husband!"

"Oh, I'm sure the paperwork hasn't gone through just yet. How about it, Jenna? Wanna see if you can take being taken like J-Lo?"

"Why leave it up to her?" Grant asked, bounding to his feet. All Jennifer's talk of a threesome had naturally led to a second wind.

Jenna gawked at his returning erection as he stepped towards her. She went right back to wondering if it wasn't a magic trick—how it could be at all possible that so much blunt flesh had worked its way into a space as small and tiny and tight as what had to be between Jennifer's cheeks?

"You're here, aren't you?" Grant asked Jenna. "Invading our privacy. Sneaking a peek at what we do in the dark. It seems like a fitting punishment that you be part of the show you enjoyed so much."

"But only if she takes it up the ass," Jennifer cooed. "I wanna see that look on her face for the first time. Know that whenever she sits on that sweet

culo,

a little part of her is thinking about the first guy to ever teach her what it was for."

"I've... never done any of that before," Jenna admitted, in a shrill whisper.

"That's the idea," Grant said, looming over her.

And Jennifer was coming to join him. Her perfect body poetry in motion, bounding and jiggling with every step, making Jenna feel faint and a little inadequate. Young as she was, she didn't feel at all as attractive as this middle-aged woman... those full breasts... that luscious ass... and she didn't know in the slightest if she could take being fucked as much as Jennifer had.

All of a sudden Jenna was naked. Together, the pair of lovers had taken off her dress. Before she knew it, Grant had taken off her bra and Jennifer her bottoms. Then husband and wife surrounded her, pinning tiny kisses to her breasts and belly and legs, claiming every inch of her with roving hands.

They both groped her face and hair at the same time, arranging her for a kiss from each of them, one after another. Then, as if they'd planned it, they both planted their mouths on her throbbing nipples.

Jenna turned from one to the other, unable to believe all the wild sensations that were coursing through her from this doubled attack. They demanded all of her pert little breasts; she couldn't deny them any of what they wanted.

Grant's hand ran down between her thighs. She instinctively opened them and he touched her cunt.

While he fondled her, Jennifer knelt down to stare happily at her husband's stiffening erection from point-blank range. She grabbed hold of it and started sucking. Jenna watched in disbelief as she serviced it with all she had: her mouth, her tongue, her pumping hand.

Grant leaned his head back, no longer able to keep up satisfying Jenna while his wife was running her tongue all over his scrotum.

The next thing Jenna knew, Jennifer had pulled her down to kneel beside her. Jenna knew what she wanted. She licked Grant's prick while Jennifer mouthed his balls. She lovingly ran her tongue all over his hard meat, squeezing his muscular thighs, shocked that Jennifer was letting her get such a feel of the man she'd married.

Jennifer slathered saliva into his pubic hair and Jenna licked it up for her. Their tongues pressed against his glans and tasted his precum. The women met each other's eyes and beamed at each other. It was a joy to be in service to such masculinity, to hear Grant's mannish groans and know they were producing the pleasure that was overwhelming him.

Jenna grasped his thick prick and slid his foreskin up and down. He was hard as a rock. Jenna still couldn't believe anyone could be so stiff, but her reflexive doubts were washing away under the steady throbs of the evidence. They gave way to lustful curiosity. What would all that manliness feel like inside her?

She watched Jennifer's pink tongue cross over his balls, showing her inexperienced, half-unaccepting eyes how such an enormous manhood should be treated. Jenna tried to do the same, nibbling on just a little of the vast expanse of muscle that was only half of what she was sharing with Jennifer. She followed with her tongue the veins that roared with hot blood, just under the surface of Grant's skin.

He spread his legs wider and clasped both their heads in his hands. The girls stroked and caressed and licked and sucked; Jennifer murmured Spanish endearments as she glutted herself, coming nowhere close to devouring all Grant was giving her.

Jenna listened to one "

te amo"

after another. She didn't know which the older woman loved more, Grant or his erection.

Now Jennifer took his cock in hand and slid her lips halfway down his length, not stopping until gagging noises came from deep inside her throat. Jenna went to his balls, licking them, her overloaded mind wondering just how big they were: how much was flesh and how much was the seed bloating them out?

Together, the women licked and lapped all of his endowment: his upthrust prick and swollen testes. Their tongues collided occasionally, but neither had time for each other when there was so much maleness to satisfy.

Grant dug his fingers through their hair as they devoured them. They were quivering with excitement. Their asses bounced up and down, making their curvy flesh jiggle as they gleefully sought from him all that they could get.

"Take it easy, girls," Grant moaned at last. "I'm putting my cum in Jenna's sweet little ass, remember, not in anyone's mouth!"

Jennifer held his knob just inside her mouth. She dragged her lips off it slowly, turning to Jenna as a strand of saliva broke between her and her man. "Get on top of him, baby girl." His eyes flicked up to Grant's face, up past his imposing hardness. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, lover?"

"Yeah. I would," Grant said simply.

No sooner had Jenna stood up then Grant picked her up, maneuvering her small body over his standing erection while he walked her to the bed. He laid down on his back and Jenna came down on top of the hard-on, pressing it to his belly with her hairy slit.

She clenched her thighs involuntarily, loving the feel of his throbbing erection as its stiffness stung her senses, roaming inside of her. It was almost too much for her already. When he actually entered her, she knew she'd come like Jennifer had. No, faster. Perhaps a little embarrassingly. Jenna felt like she might squirt all over herself with each a little of that cock inside her.

But Jennifer wasn't concerned with how Jenna shamed herself. She had her own plans for Grant. She crawled up the bed to his chest and sat down on it, settling her pussy closer and closer to his mouth. "Here's one horny little cunt,

querido.

It's all for you. It's all yours and your tongue's..."

She lowered herself down the last inch and Jenna watched, mouth gaping, when Jennifer's whole body shuddered with the entry of Grant's tongue into her folds. He found Jennifer's clit and played it with one lick after another, all while Jenna rubbed her moistening slot against Grant's pounding erection.

A shudder of passion ran through Jenna as she tried to look over Jennifer's shoulder and see how she was getting eaten out, but all she got was the sight of Jennifer rocking back and forth on Grant's face—on the same man her pussy was touching that very moment!

It was all so lascivious, so crazy. But as Jennifer moaned, Jenna knew she would have to hurry if she wanted to come like Jennifer was most assuredly going to. Rearing up, she carefully arranged Grant's member underneath her to aim at her snatch. Jenna treated it like a delicate instrument; she didn't want anything to go wrong with it entering her.

Then she sat down.

Grant went inside her. All of his cock just kept entering her and entering her—Jenna slipped, unable to arrest her descent, and her weight irrevocably pulled her down onto his impaling erection. There was no stopping it until it was all in her, buried as close as it could get to her womb.

Jennifer looked over her shoulder at Jenna's quailing cry. Her eyes met Jenna's. She smiled at her, knowing the girl was sharing in one of the greatest pleasures she'd ever known. "Nothing like having a big dick inside you, huh,

mi amor?

I'm so glad you get to enjoy that. You're going to love what happens now. Ooh, you little

puta,

you're going to come like crazy on that thing!"

Jenna felt faint. Just breathing rasped her clit against the massive intrusion inside her. But, haplessly, as if enthralled to Jennifer, she lifted herself up and then plunged back down on that huge bone, just like the other woman wanted her to do.

Her tight little ass came down on his balls; so bloated that the wiry hair of them needled into her buttocks. Grant's stiff cock split her in two, but Jenna had the rhythm now. She bounced up and took him again, the muscles of her thighs straining to deliver his cock to her interior as often as she could get it.

Jenna looked to Grant's face, wanting to see how he was enjoying what she was loving so much, but there was no getting a glimpse of it with Jennifer's famously well-sized ass obscuring it. The older woman rocked herself from his forehead to his chin, soaking his features in her essence as though seeking to mark him. Her lips were pulled back from her teeth in a lustful grimace and her sweat-soaked hair flew about her shoulders like a cat o' nine tails.

"I'm coming!" Jennifer cried. "Sweet fucking Jesus, I'm coming!"

Jenna was hungry to match her. She rammed her hips up and down, fucking Grant's prick for all she was worth as she watched the other woman enjoy what she should be doing. Convulsing, spasming—Jenna could only imagine what it felt like in her pussy. Her own sex felt incredible, but she knew it was only the beginning.

She kept riding his cock,

feeling

how her whole body clenched on his prick with every stroke like she centered around it. In front of her, Jennifer moved slowly, undulating her climax-loose body and staring down at her husband as he continued tonguing her to prolong the good feelings of her afterglow.

Finally, she couldn't take anymore and shuffled away from his ravaging tongue. Grant gasped immediately: "One of you give me your ass!"

"Which of us do you want?" Jennifer teased.

"I don't care," Grant replied, slapping her full ass. Even a light touch would've had it moving around like the ocean during a storm. Jenna gasped at what a solid hit did to the creamy flesh. "I want to fuck both of you: your big, round ass... her tight little butt!"

"So why don't you?" Jenna asked, surprising even herself with the wild idea.

"Yes, baby!" Jennifer cheered. "Let us both feel you up our asses!"

They scrambled onto their hands and knees, both facing away from Grant, to wiggle their asses at him like the tempting targets they were.

"Come on!" Jenna cried, prying her buttocks apart. "Use me like you used her!"

Grant got on his knees behind them, leaning over Jenna and spitting onto her rosebud of an asshole. "Fuck, what a wedding present!" he chuckled. "You do some of the work too, Jennifer. Get that ass ready for me!"

Snickering herself, Jennifer moved her hand to her pussy, then between her buttocks. She lubricated her anus with her cunt's wetness while Grant tongued Jenna's asshole to get it ready.

"Yeah!" Grant groaned, nearly beside himself to have both their amazing asses in his face, waiting for his love. He kissed Jenna's small, tight bubble, then the thick portions of Jennifer's fleshy feast, making it clear he was looking forward to both with the quick burst of foreplay.

"Give it to me first!" Jennifer moaned. "I am your wife!"

"You've already had it," Grant reminded her, but he was already moving his knob to her crack.

"I don't care! I want some more! Let's remind Jenna what she's in for!"

Grant grunted with laughter. That was all he'd wanted to hear.

Jenna's breasts moved their small, piquant heft around as she wiggled about to get a look at their fuck—her second look, but this time she was close enough to take in every detail. She saw that Grant's cock was well-lubricated; shining wetly with her own cream. He pushed the burgeoning head into Jennifer's asshole, compressing it until it finally popped inside.

Jennifer shrieked and clutched the bedsheets to hold still. She cried out again and again as Grant disappeared his full length into her bowels. By the time he'd fully hilted her, she was practically speaking in tongues.

Grant slapped her on the hip and pulled out, giving Jenna a pointed look. She obligingly arranged herself next to Jennifer, so he could easily move his body over and bring his cock to bear on her tightly puckered ring.

"Now you, Ortega," he told her, forcing his cockhead into the virgin hole.

Jenna pressed her cheek to the bedspread. She could already feel an orgasm beginning through the pain as he filled her tortured opening with all of his manhood.

He went back to Jennifer, from one to the other, railing first one asshole and then its neighbor. He took them both deeply and effortlessly now that their anuses had been trained by his member.

"Using this ass!" Grant growled, and Jenna heard Jennifer giggling. She knew what was next. "Fuck, this ass is MINE!"

Goaded on by Jenna's cock-milking hole, Grant was unable to hold back any longer. He felt his burning cum moving through his thick length, demanding to escape his drumming cockhead.

"OH FUCK! HERE IT IS!" he roared as scalding cum shot into Jenna's asshole, marking its first use as a cock-holster with what felt like pints of boiling pleasure.

It was a never-ending orgasm for Jenna as jet after jet of white-hot seed took up her bowels. Even as he filled it with jism, Grant kept feverishly fucking her, determined to leave Jenna a wreck of seething ecstasy by the time his balls were drained.

Jenna's eyes rolled up in her head. With her anus having been used to Grant's satisfaction, it felt like there was no further need for consciousness in her animalistic body. She passed into darkness.

Vaguely, she felt lips kissing her cheek. Jennifer's voice with its fine, lurid accent—scintillating her even as it failed to rouse her fully from her psychic cocoon.

"You rest,

hermanita.

That was a lot to take in. Literally. And Grant and I have a whole marriage to get started. But if you want more, it's easy to find our car. It'll be the one with Just Married written on the back. We'll leave the doors unlocked. You can climb right into the backseat, come with us on our honeymoon. He'll fuck your ass a lot more. So will I. God, baby, I wish I could eat that ass right now—so much hot cum in it—but you need your sleep. You have some thinking to do. Whether you want to be our personal

puta

or not. Don't worry about it now. Just let your asshole throb for a while—figure out if you want that sweet little hole to be yours... or

his."