This is the last installment in the Jennifer's Vacation series. It is officially laid to rest. Time to move on. Hope y'all enjoy it.
My thanks to Kmaf for his original story.
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Jennifer's Vacation Pt. 07 - Final
by st0rmbringer
~Jennifer~
Jennifer dreamed.
She was home in her bedroom, snug and comfortable under the blankets. Stuffed animals lined a high shelf, Harry Style posters covered the wall. The room was cold but there was a male arm around her, and a large hand rested on her midriff.
Her spirit slid away from her sleeping body like smoke from a chimney. She floated up slowly to hover over the bed.
The room was dark but somehow, she could see everything clearly. Danny lay behind her, spooning her from behind. His strikingly handsome face was calm and peaceful as a sleeping child's.
The more she looked at him, the more out of place he looked, as if another should be in his place. Someone much, much older and much different. The young man's complete opposite.
Why the hell was Danny in her bed anyway? She felt annoyed and then worried. She sensed it was almost time to get up and get ready for school. Her mom would barge in any minute, shrewishly berate her for being lazy and never waking up on her own, then she'd start picking up clothes, straightening her room and making as much noise as possible. Nag, nag, nag.
When an image appeared in her mind's eye of an ugly, toad-like old man, sparkling flashes of pleasure flooded her spirit self like synapses firing in the brain. They flashed everywhere. Heavenly pleasure blurred the sleeping couple below, but her disembodied body didn't feel pleasure the way her body did and slowly it faded until all that remained were the sleeping forms below.
Something else flooded her... surety. Danny was the wrong man.
She concentrated her spirit's willpower on the sleeping girl and tried to picture the old man once again in her mind's eye in all his repulsive glory, completely disregarding the handsome young man below... he was unwanted, unimportant.
An image formed in her mind of a short, overweight, troll of a man with greasy gray hair carelessly combed over his liver-spotted bald head. He had thick lips, a wide mouth, crooked yellow teeth and even in her imagining she could smell his rancid breath. He had at least three greasy chins and small piggish brown eyes. His body wasn't any better. He was short, squat and fat. His hands and feet were large.
The barrel-like belly drooped unpleasantly over his waist and his body was covered with thick gray hair, almost like a pelt. His stale body odor was absolutely nauseating.
Uncle Jimmy.
Had she a body, she would've flushed red in embarrassment and shame as an image of the old man's perfect cock appeared as crisp and clear as an ultra-high-definition picture in her mind.
Had she had a mouth, she would've salivated.
In her dream's imaginings, he stood towering over her while she knelt submissively at his feet, looking from his hard throbbing cock, bulging veins and all, to his ugly bloated face.
Again, pleasure flashed through her spirit self like electric jolts.
Out of bed, in public she'd swear up and down he was the most repellent man she' ever seen, and she'd mean every word of it. But in private, in a bedroom alone with him, she'd hump him like a cheap slut. She'd throw herself at him and give him anything he wanted.
God she was so depraved, so absolutely disgusting. She had to be a degenerate to be attracted to such a revolting human being.
With her Uncle Jimmy's picture crystal clear in her mind, she somehow forced her spirit-self to descend to the sleeping girl below.
As soon as her spirit touched the slumbering form, it dove back into her body, and her eyes instantly snapped open.
Suddenly, the arm around her felt heavier and something on its surface tickled her skin.
Jennifer carefully lifted the blanket and looked down at the arm around her. It was no longer Danny's long muscular arm. It was short, thick and covered with wiry gray hair. It was that hair that tickled her.
She recognized it immediately and her breath caught in her throat. A flood of conflicting emotions clashed within her. Love, hate, joy, disgust, confusion, attraction, shame, and interspersed with all of them... pure unfiltered lust.
She twitched in surprise and the old man spooning her grunted, tightened his arm around her and pawed one of her full breasts. She felt no regret that handsome young Danny was gone and in his place was her hideous old Uncle Jimmy.
In her dream, her emotions settled and all she felt were satisfaction and joy.
Jennifer instantly felt her nipple harden in the old man's palm.
She drowsily looked around. This was definitely her room.
She squirmed against the old man and noticed that his hard bare member was squeezed between her legs. She felt instant and overwhelming arousal when her brain recognized its hard yielding presence. She felt wetness seeping from the slit in the bulbous head.
She wondered why she was naked under the sheets.
Why was he naked?
Jennifer squirmed against old man's engorged member, trapped between her inner thighs and her drooling steaming hot pussy. She churned her hips in short circles, squeezing her legs tightly together... making her legs and pussy masturbate him.
Her uncle grunted in his sleep and his big hairy paw tightened pleasantly on her big tit and began to knead it like kneading dough.
He said one word in his sleep. She heard it plain as day and it echoed in her ears.
"Jennifer," he whispered.
Her heart jumped and a lump formed in her throat.
She ground against her uncle like a bitch in heat and when she felt the old man's thick cock slide wetly between her labia, she bent forward slightly, arched her back and before she knew it, his thick phallus was at her slick wet entry.
Jennifer gasped and twisted her body to look back at the old man humping his thick cock between her slippery nether lips. His eyes were closed, and his brow was deeply furrowed as if deep in concentration. Offhandedly, she noted the deep grooves on either side of his mouth and the pale blotchy color of his heavy round face.
He was just as repulsive as she remembered. She whined with need and pushed her loins against the bulbous rubbery cockhead at her willing entrance.
She was so turned on... and looking at his vile features and gross fat body only turned her on even more.
She and her friends called him a pervert, but at least his tastes were easy to understand and acknowledge, he liked beautiful young girls whereas she was depraved... a real pervert who hungered for hot incestuous sex with her fat, disgusting old uncle.
In her dream, Jennifer shrugged. If she wanted to fuck her obese, repulsive uncle, why was it anybody's business. It's what she wanted. It's what she needed. It's what she'd have. In her dream nobody cared.
