Danielle and Jessica

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(Author’s note: This is a stand-alone story, but it would help with the background if you read my previous story, “Danielle.”)

I’d been having this dream. I’m not even sure what it was about, but it had something to do with warm and wet.

Then, I woke up with my cock in her sweet, soft mouth.

I looked down, and saw this shiny mass of bed-tousled auburn hair and deep blue-green eyes, staring straight into mine. Full, soft lips were wrapped around my dick. I haven’t yet figured out how someone can give you a blowjob, and smile at the same, but Danielle can do it. She lifted her head, and there was an audible “pop” when I came out of her mouth.

“Good morning, Jack.”

“Good morning, sweet thing. That’s a helluva way to start a Sunday morning.”

“Yeah, but now that I got it good and hard, you’re gonna have to fuck me with it.”

She gave me a big grin, and batted her eyes at me.

“You’re flirting with me.”

“Uh huh.”

“If I’m going to fuck you, you have to kiss me first.”

My mama always told me that you have to always kiss a woman, before you make love to her–unless she’s a hooker. I think Mom got that line from an old Mae West movie.

Danni slithered up my body, took my face in her hands, and kissed me. Gently at first. Then with passion. Followed by pure lust. Her full, firm breasts were pressed against me. She raised herself up on her elbows, and dragged her tits back and forth across the mat of hair on my chest. For some reason, that really turns her on, and her nipples got really hard.

She was lying on top of my cock, sliding her pussy up and down my shaft. I could feel her juice soaking me. She sat up and maneuvered herself right over my hard-on.

“I don’t need any foreplay, Jack, I’m already really wet.”

She slowly sank down on me. She was so hot, so slippery, so tight. I love this position, because I can see her beautiful tits bounce when we fuck, and I can get both hands on them. She sat perfectly still on me, my cock balls deep inside her. All of a sudden, she started squeezing me, rhythmically, with her vagina. Squeezing, releasing, squeezing again.

“Jesus, Danni, that’s amazing. Where did you learn how to do it?”

“Yoga.”

“Yoga?”

“Yeah, this girl at school is really into tantric sex, and she taught me how to do these yoga exercises to tighten your cunt. Just sit still. If you want, you can rub my clit while I do it.”

She kept on squeezing. It was amazing; my dick was caught in a liquid velvet vice. I pressed my thumb between her nether lips and found her clitoris. With one finger, I slid her hood back, and her hard, swollen clit head stood out. I lubed it up with her fluid, and traced lazy circles around it, while she continued to squeeze.

“Do you like this, Jack?”

“Oh yeah!”

She kept squeezing, and I could feel my cream start to rise. She was close, too. I could tell from her breathing, the way her eyes rolled back, and she was biting her lip. We had practiced enough so we could almost always cum together.

“OH GOD!”

“OH JESUS!”

“OH SHIT!”

“OH FUCK!”

“NNNGGGHHH”

“AHHHH!”

“mmmmm.”

“mmmmm.”

“I love you, Danielle.”

“I know.”

“How do you know?”

“My mom told me. She told you I love you, too.”

I probably should backtrack here. I’m forty-two and Danni is eighteen, and I am totally in love with her. She is the daughter of my former lover, Nicole. Nic sent Danielle out to live with me for a summer, with the hope that I would teach her all about the art of making love. She wanted her first occasion to be with an older, experienced lover.

Nicole never expected us to fall in love with each other, but we did. She’s been with me for six months now, and every day is better than the one before. She is smart, talented, and drop-dead gorgeous.

I am a talent agent, with an office in Los Angeles. I called in a couple of favors, and got Danni enrolled in the Lee Strasberg Theater and Film Institute. She’s majoring in drama and theater arts and, according to her instructors, is a natural-born actress. I’ve arranged a screen test for her; the camera loves her.

“Jack?”

“Yes?”

“We have a week off from classes. Is it okay if I bring my friend, Jessica, here for the week? We’re rehearsing a play together, and this would be a great chance to practice.”

“Sure.”

I can’t deny her anything. She’s already commandeered my Porsche Boxster, which is my pride and joy. I never let ANYBODY touch it before she came along. She drives it like Danica Patrick, and just about as fast. She got pulled over for doing over a hundred on the freeway, and managed to charm the cop out of a ticket, the little minx.

The next afternoon, I heard the roar of my tuned exhaust screaming up the road. I live in the hills above Malibu, and there is a six-mile winding road to get to my house. Danni downshifted, all the way down to first, hit the brakes, and skidded to a stop. I was out trimming the hedge, and they didn’t see me when I pulled in.

Her friend climbed out of the passenger seat. casino siteleri I was far enough away that I couldn’t see her face clearly. What I did see was long, and lean, with blonde hair clipped into a ponytail that hung down to the bottom of her back. I guessed she was about 5’11’. She had a slender waist, flaring hips, and a gorgeous ass; kind of a bubble-butt. Her breasts weren’t huge, but they weren’t small either, and fit her frame perfectly.

I watched her walk; she kind of sashayed, her hips swung side-to-side in a very provocative manner. I thought there was something vaguely familiar about her, but I wasn’t sure just what it was. I went back to my hedge, attacking it with my pruning loppers. It was hot outside, and my shirtless body was soaked with perspiration.

When I finished my task, I headed for the house, longing for an ice-cold beer. Danni was a step ahead of me, and had three Coronas with lime waiting on the coffee table. She met me as I stepped into the living room, and gave me a big kiss.

“God, I love a sweaty man. If I didn’t have company, I’d rip my clothes off and slide all over your body.” She licked my chest. “Mmmmm.”

Her friend rose from the couch, walked over, and extended her hand.

“Hi, Jack, I’m Jessica.”

I felt like I’d been pole-axed. Even without makeup, I’d know that face anywhere. She was Jessica Collins, a supermodel, whose face had graced a hundred magazine covers, and come into our living room in television commercials for shampoos and cosmetics. I represent a lot of beautiful women, and have met many more in my line of work. I’m far from being star-struck, but her presence certainly lit up my living room.

“It’s nice to meet you, Jessica, I’ve really admired your work.” She blushed.

“It isn’t work, it’s just standing there, letting somebody paint your face or hang some clothes on you. What I’m doing at Strasberg is really work, and I’m loving it.”

“She is really, really good; you should see her,” Danni said.

“I hope to do that. I want to see both of you.”

“Danielle has told me all about you; I mean ALL about you.”

Now it was my turn to blush. We moved into the living room, and attacked those beers. Danni snuggled up against me, sweat and all. We exchanged a bit of chit-chat. For someone who was so well known and, I assumed, so sophisticated, Jessica was really very shy. After a few beers, she opened up a bit.

“So what are you doing with your career now, Jess?” I asked her.

“I’m officially on hiatus right now. I fired my agent and my manager and I’ve broken off all contact with my mother. They tell me I have some acting talent, and I want to focus on all of me, not just on a face or a body. I might do some modeling again, but I’m never going to do that runway crap again. I’m going to call my own shots from now on. Nobody is going to push me or cajole me again–ever.”

It was well known that Jessica had an obsessive mother who kept pushing and controlling her. She started her career when she was three years old, modeling children’s clothes and appearing in magazine and TV ads. She was one of the Coppertone kids, and did shampoo ads for Baby Breck. She had just turned nineteen, and had been in the spotlight for sixteen years already.

“Maybe you could be her new agent, Jack,” Danni suggested.

“I could do that, but I’d like us to get to know each other first.”

“Oh, I’m sure you can get to know each other REALLY well this week.” She had this devilish look on her face.

I went to take a shower and wash the sweat off myself. I have this really great shower, with multiple heads and jets that blasts hot water at you from every direction. I was hoping Danielle would join me. We usually shower together, and all kinds of soapy, slippery, sexy things happen, but this day, it was a solo number for me.

I pulled on a pair of my favorite Levi’s, the ones with the frayed knees, and a Grateful Dead tee shirt, and went out on the deck to grill us some steaks. It was a clear, warm night, and I have a distant ocean view. Danni made a Caesar salad and uncorked a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon that I picked up on a trip to the Napa Valley.

Dinner was excellent, and the wine was consumed before we finished, so I opened another bottle. The girls were getting a little giddy, and the conversation a bit looser.

“Did you know that Jessica turned down three million dollars to pose for ‘Playboy’? Three mil!”

“My mother turned it down; I didn’t even know about it.”

“I would have bought a copy,” I said. Jessica would look great naked. Really great. Danni punched me.

“Can you imagine six million horny teenagers and dirty old men jerking off to your picture? Jesus, there’d be enough jizz to fill a bathtub. I wonder what it would be like to bathe in a tub full of cum?”

“EEWWW!”

“Well, it certainly would be slippery,” Danni cracked up at the image. I truly love the way her mind works.

“Would you have posed for them, if you’d known about it?” I asked.

“I don’t know. The idea is kind of, um, titillating. Nobody has even seen me naked, güvenilir casino except for my mother.”

“I’ve been backstage at some of those runway shows. It’s titty city back there.”

“My mother always had a private dressing room for me; it was in my contract.”

“Did you know Jessica is still a virgin, Jack?”

“DANIELLE! Jesus Christ! Why don’t you put it on a billboard?” She turned crimson.

The girls went off to the guest room, where Jessica was staying, to work on their lines for the play. I poured myself three fingers of Chivas, dropped in some ice, and sat back to watch the Dodgers’ game. I could hear them down the hall, giggling like teenagers. Shit, they ARE teenagers.

When it was time to turn in, I walked into the bedroom. Danni was on her hands and knees, with her gorgeous ass up in the air, right at the edge of the bed. She was diddling herself with her fingers. I love to look at a pussy from behind; those fat, puffy labia and her goodies sticking out between them. She reached behind her and spread herself open, revealing her deep, pink vagina.

“Take me, you stud.”

I knelt down on the floor, and started licking her; flicking her clit with my tongue, then between her lips. I pushed my tongue deep in her hole, then licked upward, in the cleft of her ass, spending a lot of time rimming her rosebud. She was quivering.

“OOO….I’m cumming, Jack….cummming….OHH….AHH….mmpphh. Put your cock in me now, Jack, now.” She was really loud.

I stood up and shoved my steel rod into her dripping cunt. I fucked her hard and fast. I love to do it doggy-style, feeling her soft buns pressing into my groin. The sounds of our bodies slap-slapping bounced off the walls.

“OH FUCK ME, JACK….OH YOU FUCK ME SO GOOD….HARDER….FASTER….FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME.”

She was shouting at the top of her lungs. I knew Jessica could hear us in the room next door. Danni was doing it on purpose. When she came, she was even louder. We collapsed and held each other, cuddling, kissing.

“Jaaaack?” Uh oh, that’s her “I want something” voice.

“Yeeess?”

“Jessica wants to lose her virginity, and she’d like you to be her first. She thinks you’re really a hunk.”

“What are you doing, pimping me out?”

“Dawg, you be da man, yo!”

Holy shit! Fuck Jessica Collins? Half the men in the world would like to fuck Jessica Collins. And my woman, my lover, my love, WANTS me to do it? Am I dead? Have I gone to heaven?

“How do you feel about giving your man to another woman?”

“I’m not giving you to her, I’m sharing my lover with my best friend. Besides, I’m gonna watch. And maybe help.”

“Will you make it with her, so I can watch you two?”

“Maybe,” she grinned, batting those eyes again. She’s getting really kinky, and I’m loving it.

I took them to Spago for dinner the next night. The three of us wouldn’t fit in my Porsche, so we took my back-up car, a totally restored ’67 GTO convertible, with a 400 cubic inch engine, two Rochester four barrel carburetors, and cherry bomb mufflers. It didn’t corner worth a crap on my windy road, but it went like a bat out of hell on the straightaway.

I thought Jessica must have been there many times, but she hadn’t. I kept on being surprised by her lack of sophistication. In any case, Spago is a place where, even if she is recognized, people will leave her alone. Danielle wore my favorite dress, the little red number that hugs her body and shows lots of cleavage and lots of leg. Jess wore a simple peasant dress that hit her long legs about mid-thigh. God, did she have legs! When she bent down to scoot into the booth, I got a good look at her breasts, encased in a white, lacy bra with little red bows on the straps and between the cups.

I don’t even remember what we had to eat, because I got side tracked. After we had a glass of wine, Danni started squirming in her seat, with that far-away look in her eyes.

One of her hands was under the table. Then both hands went under the table. She really started to wiggle, then reached down and came up with her tiny thong in her hands. She gave me her shit-eating grin, and handed them to me.

“Hold on to these for me, Jack. I got them nice and wet for you.”

I couldn’t help myself; I had to pass them under my nose, before putting them in my pocket. Jessica’s eyes were huge. She obviously couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

“Give him yours, Jess,” Danni grinned at her.

“I, um, ah, er….”

“Give him your panties.”

“I, um, ah….oh, what the fuck.”

She wriggled around a little bit then, blushing crimson, passed me her panties. It wasn’t a thong, but a French cut bikini, silk, with some lace around the top. They weren’t wet, but I sniffed them anyway. Jesus, I had Jessica Collins panties in my pocket! I had a fleeting thought about mounting them on the wall, like some guys do with a trophy moose head or a rainbow trout.

“So how does it feel, Jack, knowing you’ve got two hot babes sitting here with bare pussies?”

My cock was rising.Looking totally nonchalant, and carrying canlı casino on a conversation with Jess, Danni, under the table, unzipped my pants and started stroking my throbbing hard-on. She briefly removed her hand, and feigning a cough, covered her mouth and filled her hand with saliva. Which she used to thoroughly lubricate my glans. When I reached the point of no return, she blithely took the napkin off her lap, put it on mine, and let me fill it with cum.

“May I have another napkin, please?” she asked the waiter, demurely. “This one seems to have gotten soiled.”

When we got home that evening, Danielle couldn’t stop chuckling, all the way into the bedroom.

“I’d love to have had a picture of your face in the restaurant. It was priceless.” She was holding her sides and tears were streaming down her face. I stomped up to her.

“Now you’ll pay the price, you brazen hussy.”

I was trying to sound like Blackbeard, the pirate, but I probably came across more like Johnny Depp playing Captain Jack Sparrow. I jerked the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and pulled the top of her dress down. The sight of her breasts takes my breath away, no matter how many times I’ve seen them. I pulled her skirt up, and the whole garment was wrapped around her waist. I pushed her back on the bed and fell on her.

“Oo, oo, rape rape,” she said in this tiny little voice, still shaking with laughter. “Did I ever tell you about my rape fantasies, Jack? Rip my panties off, you masher.”

“I can’t, they’re in my pocket.”

“Well, tear through my maidenhead, then.”

“Been there. Done that.”

“That’s true. Well, just ravish me then.”

“Okay, bitch!” I tried to snarl, but it sounded more like a screen door hinge that needed oil.

We rolled around, howling with laughter, fucking each other’s brains out. Again, we made so much noise, Jessica couldn’t help but hear us. When we calmed down, we had a serious conversation.

“So how do we go about relieving Jessica of her virginity?” I asked.

“You seduce her, just like you did with me.”

“Wait a minute. It was you that seduced me.”

“Oh yeah, I guess I did. You were really easy, Jack. You slut.”

“Well, this whole thing was your doing. Pretend we’re making a movie, and you be the director.”

“Jeez, I never thought my first film would be a porno flick.”

“How about we call it ‘erotic cinema’?”

“I think we need to get her comfortable with her body.”

“I could get really comfortable with her body.” Danni punched me. Again.

“She said she’s never been naked in front of anybody before, so let’s take her to ‘our’ beach?”

“Shall we tell her ahead of time, or let it be a surprise?”

“I love surprises.”

Jessica was indeed surprised. When we climbed down the stairs and hit the sand, she became aware of where we were. Very aware.

“Oh my God, those people are naked! Is this a nude beach?”

“It’s clothing optional,” Danni said. “You don’t have to take your clothes off, if you don’t want to. But if you’re gonna get laid, you’re gonna have to get naked sometime.”

Jess looked at me and blushed. In about ten seconds, Danielle had shed everything, and was a naked as the day she was born. She is so beautiful, it takes all my willpower to keep my dick hanging down, instead of it pointing straight up at the sky. If Jessica looks like I think she will in the buff, with two of them there, I’m going to have to count backwards from a million, or recite Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Raven” silently in my head.

Jessica checked her out very carefully, particularly her smooth, shaved mound and the little tattoo on the top corner of her pussy lip. Turns out, she’d never seen anyone naked before, male or female.

I pulled off my tee shirt, unzipped my Levi’s, and just started to lower them.

“Wait, Jack, wait please,” Jessica implored.

“Will my nudity upset you?”

“Um, I don’t think so. But I’ve never seen a man’s penis before. I don’t want to be rude and stare, but I really want to look at it.”

“TA DA!” Danni exclaimed. She had snuck up behind me and jerked my pants down to my ankles. Jess examined me from several different angles.

“Here, let me get it hard for you.” She reached for my cock.

“NO, not now!” I pulled her hand away and turned my back. There would be time for that later. Jesus, I was doing everything in my power to keep it down.

Jessica pulled off her oversized tee shirt, and stood there in a rather modest bikini. At least it was modest by Danielle’s standards; hers was made out of a few strings of dental floss, with three little half-dollar sized pieces of cloth attached. It was modest, but it showed plenty of tit, and her gorgeous round ass cheeks.

She had her back to me, and Danni went behind her, untying her top and the ties on her bikini bottom. When her suit fell away, she held her arm across her breasts, and one hand over her pubes, trying to cover herself up.

She finally shed the last shred of modesty of modesty, and let her arms fall to her sides. God, what a vision of loveliness! Her breasts were perfect for the shape of her body; firm, round, with a bit of an uplift. And she had puffy nipples! I’m a sucker for puffy nipples. She had blonde pubic hair, trimmed a little bit so it wouldn’t stick out her bikini bottom, but a substantial bush, nevertheless.

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