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.
