This is the fourth instalment in the Blackmailed: Jenna series. It can read as an independent story. I hope you enjoy her further adventures.
Part 1 -- Jenna Acts As The Diversion
A block away from the house, Jenna Booth let Monique Laroche out of the car. The Honda Accord then coasted until it stopped in front of Mr. Leland's home, a large three-story residence on a street with similar homes on large lots with manicured front lawns.
Jenna exited the car that had been running on fumes, walked up to the front door, and stood still waiting for the word from Monique.
I'm in position. The voice came through the miniature earpiece in Jenna's ear. Her red hair, cut pixie style, covered both her ears and the earbud.
Jenna rang the bell.
She heard it chime inside the house.
She waited. What would Mr. Leland look like? Tall and handsome? Probably short and puggy.
She rang the bell again.
"I don't think he's home?" Jenna said. The earpiece allowed both women to speak to and hear one another.
Give it a minute, was the response in Jenna's ear.
The door swung open. A nineteen-year-old male barefooted and wearing a polka dot bathing suit stood in front of her. Obviously not Mr. Leland. His son?
"Sorry," she said. "I know this sounds corny, but my car broke down and my cell phone has no charge. Can I use your phone to call the motor league?"
He leaned to his right to look over her shoulder. Her Accord was at the curb.
"What's up?"
Two other nineteen-year-olds, also in bathing suits came to the door. One in blue trunks the other in red.
"Her car and phone are dead. She wants to use ours to call for help," said polka dot.
"So let her in," said the one in blue trunks.
"My name's Rob," said polka dot. "This is Max and he's Gord."
She nodded to each of them.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Jenna."
"My phone is by the pool," said Rob. "Follow me."
They walked along the hallway past an open door that led into Leland's study. The room that Monique would search.
"Nice backyard," Jenna said.
They were standing on the pool deck that had chaise lounges, deck chairs, and a bamboo bench. To the right were a barbeque, glass-topped table, and chairs for eight. A cedar hedge provided piracy. No other houses were visible. The large swimming pool had a small circular hot tub area near the patio. The afternoon sun reflected off the water.
I'm in. Only Jenna could hear Monique's voice.
Rob handed Jenna his phone. She called the motor league and then handed the phone back to Rob.
"Thanks," she said. "The operator said it'll be thirty minutes to an hour before a service truck arrives. I'll wait in my car. Thanks again."
"You can wait here," Rob said.
"I don't want to be an inconvenience."
"Have a beer and chill with us." A cooler was by Gord's feet. "Better than sitting in your car."
Damn. I can't find it. I'm going to need more time. Don't let them back in the house. The voice was in her ear.
The initial plan was simple. If Mr. Leland returned, Jenna was to occupy him while Monique looked for the incriminating document in his study. She'd agreed to the subterfuge knowing that keeping him busy might involve a variety of activities. But now Mr. Leland was away, Monique needed more time to find the document, and Jenna was looking at three horny guys.
How could she prevent them from entering the house?
She looked around.
"No one else at home?"
"My parents are out until dinnertime," Rob said. "It's the maid's day off. It's just me and my two friends."
"You can join us for a swim," Max said.
"I don't have a suit."
"That's no problem."
Max took off his blue bathing suit. His cock was long and thick and standing at attention, ready for action.
"I'm not wearing one either," he said.
Oh well, as the English say: In for a penny in for a pound.
She slipped off her braless sundress and draped it over the back of the nearby deckchair. Then she kicked off her sandals and removed her thong, placing it on top of her dress.
She turned and faced them. A twenty-eight-year-old naked goddess who looked liked a fashion model. Her red pubic hair was shaved into a narrow landing strip.
Rob and Gord needed no encouragement. They immediately stripped off their bathing suits.
"You're all well hung," she said. "And you're throbbing with anticipation. Nice."
She strolled across the patio and slide into the hot tub. Her breasts floated on the tops of the water. The nipples in her oversized areolas pointed skyward.
The jets and heater were not on. Sunbeams bounced off the pool's surface.
Rob jumped in on one side of her. Gord on the other.
"Shall we have some fun?" she said.
Rob began to fondle her breasts while Gord's index finger massaged her pussy lips.
Max sat down on the edge of the hot tub with his feet in the water. He turned Jenna's head towards him. His pulsating cock was inches away from her face.
"Will you do me?"
Jenna liked politeness.
She grabbed hold of his balls. They were firm and hard. She licked the top of his penis. There was the hint of pre-cum. She slid the top of his circumcised member into her mouth. Then she eased in the rest of it. The tip of his cock was deep in her throat. She could fell it pulsating.
"Oh fuck," he moaned.
That'll come later she thought.
She proceeded to suck and pump his cock while massaging his balls.
Gord pressed his body against her back. His cock throbbed against the crack in her ass. His hands fondled her breasts. He kissed the back of her neck and shoulders.
Rob sprang out of the hot tub and sprinted towards the house.
Jenna removed her mouth from Max's cock and yelled, "Why are you going into the house?"
"Forget him. Concentrate on me."
"I'll be back in a sec," Rob said as he raced through the backdoor.
Hopefully Monique heard the warning.
Jenna resumed her blowjob as Gord rubbed the tip of his cock against the entrance to her ass. His kisses sent goosebumps down her spine.
She could feel Max ready to explode so she sucked harder while stoking his penis with her hand. Speed and pressure were the keys.
"Ooooooh." It was a guttural sound.
She immediately removed her mouth from his cock and sperm shot into the air landing in the water. She continued pumping with her hand impressed with the amount of spunk he had in him.
Rob dashed out the backdoor and onto the patio. He held a box of condoms in his right hand. Another was on his dick.
Thanks for the head's up. I don't think he saw me, Monique said in her ear.
"My turn," Rob said as he lay down on the chaise lounge.
She climbed out of the water and promenaded over to him. Her 38D boobs swayed as she alternated her shoulders back and forth. The warmth of the sun was drying her body.
She straddled the chaise lounge and lowered herself gently onto Rob's cock allowing her to adjust to the angle of his hips. His dick was up against her cervix. She bent slightly forward. Much better. He was deep inside her.
Instead of bouncing up and down she rocked back and forth. The feeling was wonderful. She was purring with pleasure. She picked up the pace of her rocking on his dick. He massaged her breasts as she quickened the tempo.
Gord stood with his cock by her face.
"What about me?" he asked.
Always willing to accommodate, she stopped what she was doing and climbed of Rob who let out a moan of protest.
Then she repositioned herself reversed cowgirl style facing Rob's feet.
He exhaled pleasure and resumed his pumping into her cunt. He wrapped his arms around her. His fingernails squeezed her nipples sending pleasure signals directly to her clit.
Gord moved to the end of the chaise lounge. She took his cock in her mouth and sucked with all her might. She loved the feel of his skin and the throb of his muscle. She looked up into his eyes. Ecstasy flooded his face.
What are you doing? You're making slurping sounds.
Jenna ignored the voice in her ear, lowered her hand, and began to arouse her clitoris with her index finger.
This was heaven. A cock deep inside her pussy. Another down her throat. Fingernails pinching her nipples like the claws of a lobster. Her own finger stimulating all the nerve endings of her G-spot.
Her body was inflamed.
She climaxed and screamed but only a gurgling sound emerged because her mouth was full of Gord's dick.
"Awww." Rob shot his load and fell back prone on the chaise lounge exhausted.
She felt his penis wither and begin to slip out of her pussy.
Gord's was still a solid muscle pulsating and throbbing. She relished the feel and texture of it in her mouth. With her lips she applied more pressure as though attempting to suck his entire member into her stomach.
"Fuck, you're great," he said.
I know, she thought.
She inched forward off Rob's limp dick. Her butt was on the end of the chaise lounge. She clutched Gord's ass checks with her two hands and pulled his body into her face.
With her encouragement Gord face fucked her with all his might.
Her nose was pressed into his curly brown pubic hair. She could feel his balls slap against her chin with each thrust. Her lips squeezed his cock. She sucked harder.
"Yeeees."
He shot his load straight down her throat.
She enjoyed swallowing cum. Its warmth and texture, its mild salty taste, its slight chlorine-like scent.
She dug her fingernails into his buttocks. He shot another load and then a third. She pulled her head back so only the tip of his cock was in her mouth. A fourth load seeped out of him. She cleaned his penis with her tongue.
"Wow." He stepped back and dropped into one of the deck chairs.
