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A LITTLE TASTE OF JENNY IN THE SUN

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Breakfast is just a jelly dougnut and Jenny.A LITTLE TASTE OF JENNY IN THE SUNLIGHTI rang my apartment bell three times to let Jenny know I was not a mad rapist, balanced the bag of jelly doughnuts and coffees and let myself in.Jenny looked up at me. She was lying on the floor in front of the picture window, wearing my shirt from yesterday. Her slender legs were spread towards the window and her bare ass was warming in the sun."My God," I said, "if you don't look like a teenage boy's wet dream." I set breasfast down on the desk."Watch it," she said. "I'll give you a wet dream that will keep you awake nights.""You do that already. Living you is like having a wet dream wide awake.""You say the sweetest things. And speaking of that, did they have real jelly doughnuts.""I think they're the ones you remember: black raspberry?" I tossed her one, which promptly leaked all over my shirt."Hey, watch what you're doing," I protested. "That shirt was supposed to last 'till tomorrow morming!""You just shut up about your shirt. I've been lying here with my ass in the sunlight thinking about other things."Other things? Was there something we hadn't tried yet? Jenny was a couple of years older than me, and having had her in bed for the past weeks had been very educational."What now, brown cow?" I asked.She lifted her head and opened her mouth in that loose-lipped "fuck-me" way that Bardot and Monroe had made a trademark. "Don't you wish you knew.""I thought I banked your fire this morning already.""Don't flatter yourself. I'm just beginning to smoke. By the way, speaking of that, I have a little treat for us in my bag.""What's by the way? You don't smoke, and neither do I.""Oh, yes I do, and you're going to. Gimme another doughnut.""You're fat enough now." Jenny was exquisitely slender, with a little curved belly and sweet little tits."You love it, pig." I did, and threw her another jelly doughnut. Instead of putting it in her mouth, she reached back and crushed it between her buttocks, giving her hips a belly-dancer's grind for good measure."Buddy," she said, licking jelly off her fingers, "this morning you're going to pay for ravishing me and busting my sweet girlish cherry." She reached over and pulled her large pocketbook within reach. She hadn't bothered to button my Oxford shirt, and I noticed that her small pink nipples were erect. By then, so was I.She pulled out a small, wrinkled brown paper bag. "Hash," she said. "Like a little taste?"This was in the late 50s. I knew musicians smoked "maryjane" to slow down their time sense (brass men particularly, and we used to guess who was on the stuff from the speed and execution of the fast passages) but "hash" was just something out of a foreign film."This," she said, displaying a contraption of glass and tubing, "is a hookah.""Like the attorney's wife?""No, stupid, like 'Casablanca'. Remember Greenstreet with the water pipe?" "Yeah, sure." (I saw the movie a few years ago, and the scene had been cut.)"OK, I'll be Bergman and you be Bogie, and we'll take a few hits and see what comes up."Like a good housewife preparing coffee for her man on a Sunday morning, Jenny prepared the hookah. I forget the details, because my shirt didn't quite cover her ass and I kept seeing the remains of the jelly doughnut when she bent over. It was distracting.Jenny fired up the weird pipe and handed it to me. "Here," she said. "I've got it going nicely." A strong-smelling smoke, like perfumed incense, was coming up from the coals. "Take a good hit," she said, "and don't drop it. That's fifty bucks worth of Algeria's best. Suck it in with your mouth and swallow."Translate that, half a century later, to about five hundred or maybe a thousand. I sucked, the hookah bubbled, I swallowed, and nothing happened. It was a nice taste, that was all. I took another long one and swallowed again, handed the pipe over and Jenny took a deep hit. Despite her advice to me, she breathed it right in, held it, and exhaled."I don't feel a thing," I said.She grinned at me, with that wide mouth and wide-set, wicked eyes. "What did you say?"I tried to repeat it and couldn't remember. "I can't remember.""Boy," she said, "you rapes easy. Better lie down while you still can." She pulled all the loose pillows off the couch onto the floor, and pushed me down on them."OK, pasha, here's your treat." She knelt backwards on my body, her knees on either side of my chest and her jelly-doughnut stuffed bottom a few inches from my mouth."'Eat up," she said. "Have your breakfast."I licked at the crushed jelly doughnut. It was amazingly good, perhaps the greatest thing I had ever put in my mouth. About an hour later, when I had swallowed all the sugary dough, I saw that there was still some jelly left, and surprise, it was all over Jenny's sweet pink little anus. Was I supposed to do this? While I was musing on the deep moral question, my tongue decided for me. It began licking the tight little ring of muscle behind her vagina, like a cat licking its own asshole.Her whole body started to tremble. "Oh, yeah, I knew you'd be good at that, you have to be a real pig to lick a girl's ass, you pig, keep licking, keep licking..."Things got a little vague about then. When we were drinking, Jenny would go drink for drink with me, and get twice as drunk because she was a lot smaller. This was the other way; she knew how to handle this stuff and what to expect, and I was the virgin. Didn't mind it a bit, just kept licking and licking until there was nothing left but the little round muscle.Experimentally, I poked the tip of my tongue into it, maybe a quarter of an inch.Jenny's belly squirmed on my abdomen. "Go on," she murmured, "go in. Stick it in."Sanitary practices got lost somewhere: I pressed my tongue into her asshole and felt it open to me. Ummmm. Not like the jelly doughnut: it tasted pleasantly sour. I licked like a cat. Jenny's anus became looser and gave my more room, which I took. Shortly I was in deep enough to curl my tongue in the velvet-lined hole that made my cock so comfortable.The effect on Jenny was very nice. I could feel the familiar muscle tremors and hear the sounds that meant she was coming for sure, and if I suddenly disappeared, she would just keep coming on her own and not even know I'd left. My sex doll, I called her, just wind her up, tickle her crotch, and she comes by herself. Jenny was a big, big improvement over the girls who made you feel you were climbing Mount Everest every time.Oops, time out, new ballgame. Jenny reared up on my face, squeezing her ass cheeks together like a gymnast. I took advantage of the position to gain another half inch with my tongue, now getting rather weary but still game. I love vinegar, sour pickles, Angostura bitters, stuff like that, and Jenny's anus topped them all for an eyeopener.She pulled her spreading hole away from my face, said something like "Blahamyurn" and pulled my knees up under her armpits. My ass came a few inches off the floor, and in a move that would have earned her Olympic points in gymnastics, Jenny curled over and thrust her face into my buttocks.Now there was an educated tongue! Whether it was longer or narrower than mine, it wasted no time striking gold in my anal passage. The sensation is indescribable unless you've had it and if you've had it, you know. Jenny's skillful tongue went right through my asshole and halfway into my heart, shedding shudders through my whole body. Then she began to caress my cock from side to side with her tits. Why I didn't come from sheer ectasy I don't know, except that everything had slowed down so that I could pick out each thrill and decide what I wanted to do with it. (A musician friend had told me about grass, what it did to your time sense. "You feel like it takes a year to slide your cock in, another year to slide it out. It's a one-hundred-year fuck." Yeah.)Hash is to maryjane what Coke is to pink champagne. Gee, that rhymes, except it doesn't make any sense. I began to rock back and forth on my spine to the rhythm."Heaggy?" Jenny said from below my balls.I knew what she meant. "Yeggh."She crawled backwards up my body, giving her cunt to my tongue and taking my cock in her soft lips. Jenny swallows, too, and claims she loves it.She had a fair amount to swallow that morning. Surprising, when you're in your twenties.How long we lay there in the sun, I'm not sure, but the angle of light had changed noticeably. I spread Jenny's cheeks for a companionable lick on her soft anus, and she giggled. Slowly, very slowly, we helped each other to stand and totter into the shower.My last vivid picture of that morning is of Jenny's slim white body runnig with water as she bent to soap my cock and I reached over to do the same between her cheeks.We went to bed like good children, slept for about fourteen hours, and woke up as though we had been dreaming with the angels, dormiendo con los angelitos, raving for scrambled eggs, lots of lavishly buttered toast and rashers of bacon, conveniently available right over on Seventh Heaven - - "Avenue" they call it.(endit)