Slutty Jenny Part 1

Jen didn’t really know what to expect until she felt him reaching into her skirt; her protest was muffled by the nylons stuffed into her mouth. The mixture of fear, anxiety and thrill surged through her nervous system like a bolt of lighting.

His hand was fast; it seemed to never linger in one place too long, yet it stayed just long enough to trickle the sensation of such massive volumes of intense pleasure; through this rampage of sensual assault Mat had found his way between her nyloned legs.

Furiously attacking Jen’s pussy, while the other hand roamed wildly to cup her breast; his fingers worked miracles through the pantyhose. The moist of Jen’s juice spread a patch across the control-top and with no panties you could see her pussy vibrating to the rhythm of his skilled hand.

Even with the muffled voice, you could make out her moaning; at first it was a settle melody, but eventually it built up to the deep roars of a woman displaying her most intense satisfactions. From the moans you could feel her desire to wanting more and more.

Suddenly he halted, and time itself seemed to cease for a brief moment, and with just the slightest contact, he draped his fingers over her pussy. Jenny gushed out a moan before it was quickly over shadowed by waves of deep breathing; all of them rushing and overlapping each other as if the tides of pleasure relentlessly splashing into the shores of a woman’s highest sexual reception.

His fingers remained still, so precariously rested above the most sensitive part of a woman’s body, just barely making contact. Suddenly Jenny felt a strong surge of power overwhelming her body and could not help her self to scream out pleasure as her thighs and hip quivered uncontrollably. She could have never believed that her orgasm could be reached this fast and this violent but little did she know; this was only the build up of much more to come. It was just only the first of many for tonight.

Still standing there, with her black mini skirt hiked above the waist, Jenny tried with all her effort to maintain her grip on the door frames. That rush of orgasm left her feeling weakened but it also awakened something inside her, a desire for more, for something even stronger and more intense, if that is possible. Still feeling her pointy heels digging into the carpeted floor, she arched her feet more and tried to shift her weight backwards to lean on Mat for support. Her blouse is ruined, buttons ripped, the bra must have fell off at some point, because she could see her nipples pointing straight outwards.

It was hard to imagine that such rush of orgasm could be achieved just standing there before the bedroom. Jen didn’t understand why Mat couldn’t wait till they have reached the bed. But still standing there by the door frame, the two remained entangled.