Jenny and the Johnsons

Jenny and the Johnsons

It is fair to say that the tale of Jenny and the Johnsons is a little unusual. It comprises of many different incidents, some of which are brief and others more protracted; most – it will please readers to learn – are filled with wild sexual escapade, which, on occasion, border the realm of the bizarre.

Before delving into these events, I will give some background regarding our main character, Jenny Harrington, beginning with a description of her physical appearance.

Jenny had a slender, naturally petite frame. The subtle curves that constituted her breasts, hips and rear allowed that she might easily pass for a girl still in her teens. She had an attractive face, strikingly so. Her pale complication was contrasted by a thick crop of long jet black hair. The weight of her beauty was in her eyes; they were a pale blue in their colour and framed by a set of meticulous onyx lashes.

It was the opinion of many people fortunate enough to look into those eyes that they were concealing a deep, perpetual sorrow. In truth, the emotions predominately hiding there were anger and hatred. This had not always been so, at fifteen Jenny had been immensely happy; full of life and love, excelling academically, and excited about the future which seemed to have destined her for greatness. At sixteen her parents divorced and her life crumbled into cliché. She started missing school, fell-in with the wrong crowd and began drinking alcohol and using soft d**gs.

Eight years later, and a twenty-four-year-old Jenny found herself in a dead-end job, working six days a week as a hotel receptionist. She lived alone in a grimy studio flat. She had too few friends and too many failed relationships. She hated this world that had promised her so much yet delivered so little.

***

The first incident involving Jenny and the Johnsons happened on a hot and sticky July evening. It was a Saturday, Jenny was on a train, a local stopping service, travelling home from work.

The journey was tedious. There were nine stops before her own and, to make matters worse, the train was packed, having stopped near a busy racecourse. Dozens of race-goers were crowded into her carriage, most dressed in suits or extravagant dresses. Worst of all for Jenny, they were all so happy. As their laughter invaded the air around her, Jenny shoved her headphones into her ears, turned her music up, closed her eyes and did her upmost to shut out the joviality.

Eight stops later she opened her eyes and looked upon an empty train, satisfied that she had accomplished her goal. It was not often that Jenny smiled, but the thought that another long hard week was at an end, almost achieved that rarest of pleasures, when the train came to an unexpected and shuddering halt. She looked out the window and recognised from the surrounding area that they were minutes from her stop. An announcement sounded, ‘Ladies and gentlemen, this is your driver. I’m having trouble restarting the train. I’ve called for assistance…we may be here sometime’.

Jenny wanted to scream, and very nearly did before she noticed the train was not as empty as she had first assumed, a couple were sitting some five or six rows down from her. They were both mid-to-late forties. The woman was pretty, she had long golden hair and was wearing a glamorous blue-green dress, which highlighted her voluptuous body. The man too was handsome, despite the fact that his clearly once muscular physique was beginning to deflate. He had thick dark hair, going grey at the sides. He wore a suit, the jacket removed and the tie, which – much to the annoyance of young Jennifer – matched the turquoise of his wife’s dress, loosened, no doubt to cope with the day’s heat.

It will come as no surprise that the couple sat before Jenny on that train were in fact the Johnsons. Mike and Nicola Johnson to be precise. Married for some twenty years, with three daughters, and a perfect surburban lifestyle.

Jenny watched briefly as the two of them whispered playfully to each other, the smiles beaming across their faces. It was woman’s smile that was particularly loud. Much like a picture it spoke a thousand words, including wealth, love and happiness. At that moment Jenny had never hated anyone or anything as much as she hated that woman. She closed her eyes, and turned her music up as loud as it would go.

A few minutes later Jenny realised the temperature was increasing at an uncomfortable rate, and concluded, quite correctly, that the air conditioning had failed in unison with the engine. Though she was dressed for the heat – wearing a plain black skirt, which fell just above the knee, and a short-sleeved blouse – it was now starting to become unbearable. She unfastened a couple of buttons on the blouse and slid the skirt up a modest inch or two, as she surveyed the idyllic green fields just outside her window. She could feel a pair of eyes watching her. She glanced over towards the couple we know to be the Johnsons, and could see that the man was staring intently in her direction. He quickly diverted his gaze. His wife, Jenny noted, was now sleeping.

At this point something quite unusual happened. Jenny had essentially just caught this stranger, a man older enough to be her father, letching over her. She should have been appalled; instead she was aroused. The more she thought about him looking at her the more aroused she became. She stared towards him, in the vain hope of catching his eye. When this tact failed she tried another, closing her eyes and turning her head towards the window. She soon sensed him watching again. She slowly moved her knees into a position that had them facing the direction of the man and began to spread them. Her pussy began to tingle as she imagined the stranger looking upon her white cotton panties. She smiled and opened her eyes to confirm she had his attention. He returned the smiled.

Jenny’s focus moved to his crotch, and the bulge that was forming there. She delicately placed a hand on her knee and, with a deliberate bite of the lip, began gently moving her fingers up the inside of her thigh. The man we know to be Mike Johnson, raised his eyebrows and puffed out his cheeks, acknowledging the extraordinary, and fortunate, situation he found himself in. Jenny’s finger-tips were just at the seam of her panties when the train roared in resurrection. Jenny’s knees slammed together and her head snapped back toward to the window.

A few short minutes later the train pulled into the platform. Jenny, now somewhat embarrassed, having had a little time to dwell upon her actions, dropped her head towards the ground and hurried through the station, making no attempt to seek out the man or his wife.

***

The next incident occurred a few weeks later. It was a Sunday, the heat wave was still raging and showing no indication of its imminent departure.

Jenny, against her better judgement, had accepted an invitation to her mother’s house, for Sunday lunch. It had taken less than an hour for the easily foreseen argument to break out between Jenny and her younger sister; with their mother, as was more often the case in such circumstances, siding with the latter.

Jenny’s scarcely touched plate of chicken and gravy was now miserably congealing, as she stormed home. The route took her past a supermarket, where she stopped for a medicinal bottle of vodka. As she was stood at the check-out paying, she noticed a man paying for some flowers and a bottle of Pimms. Though he was a short distance away, and his face was not in full view, she instantly recognised him as the man from the train.

It is worth mentioning at this stage that, following the initial incident, Jenny had thought very little about its occurrence. She had decided it was a moment of madness, brought on by extreme heat and frustration, and decided to forget about it. Now, however, having chanced to see this man again, the emotions came soaring back, accompanied by a familiar tingle.

After paying for her bottle of vodka, Jenny followed the man across the car park, until he climbed into a black BMW, completely unaware of her presence. She tapped at the passenger-side window. Mike, as we know him to be called, was startled, he turned towards her with a look of confusion, which very soon transformed into a smile of recognition.

Jenny brazenly opened the car door and sat herself in the passenger seat. The man seemed a little uncomfortable, and began looking around the car park.

‘Remember me?’ Jenny asked.

‘Of course’ the man replied, resuming his smile.

‘And has he remembered me?’ Jenny teased, grabbing his cock through his jeans.

‘What the fuck are you doing?’ the man snapped angrily, throwing her arm away.

‘Well I was hoping to suck your dick but…’

The man stared at her, in silence, clearly agitated. Jenny bit her lip with a provocative smile. The man’s breathing started to deepen. He inspected the car park once more and, finding it nearly empty, his frown vanshined. Jenny took this as an acceptance of her offer.

She reached across and began to unzip his fly. When she pulled out his cock it was so hard it felt like it might rupture. Jenny looked him in the eyes once before more leaning over an taking him in her mouth.

‘Fuck’ he said, as she engulfed his entire length.

As any ex-boyfriend of hers would happily confirm, Jenny was exceptionally skilled in the giving of fellatio. She worked the shaft up and down, constantly fluctuating the speed and pressure, all the while she would exaggerate the squelching and slurping noises that this action produced. Every so often she would break-off, and rapidly flick her tongue across the tip of the cock, or give it a few short sharp strokes with her hand.

As she was happily sucking away, her first encounter with this man suddenly returned to Jenny’s consciousness. She remembered his wife and the loving smile that her and her husband had exchanged. Jenny’s already heightened level of arousal spiked dramatically. She wanted this man to fuck her right now. She broke off and sat up.

‘My flat is round the corner’ she said, wiping the saliva from her lips, ‘take me home and put that in me’

‘I…I can’t’ the man replied. Jenny frowned, annoyed. ‘I really wish I could but I’ve got to be somewhere’ he continued, looking at his watch.

Jenny shook her head angrily and opened the car door. ‘Wait!’ the man shouted grabbing her arm ‘I do want to, I promise you. I just can’t right now. At least give me your number’

Jenny was going to tell him to ‘fuck off and die’, when she once again pictured his wife’s smile. She took a deep breath, gave over her number and left the car.

When she arrived home the streaks of wetness running down her thighs were almost at her knees.

***

Contrary to the first incident, Jenny thought of little else after the second. Over the next few days she masturbated repeatedly, even when at work she would sneak off to the toilet to relieve herself.

She was, however, growing increasingly frustrated by the lack of any contact from the stranger we know to be Mike Johnson; she was constantly checking her phone for missed calls and messages, but there were none to be seen. On Wednesday evening Jenny was sat on the sofa, wearing pyjamas, eating pizza and watching a few soaps on the television, when, finally, a message came through.

It read as follows: ‘Hi. This is Mike. The guy from the train/carpark. How are you? What’s your name?’

‘I’m okay thanks Mike. My name is Jenny’, was her reply. She could already feel her cunt getting wet.

‘That blow-job was amazing’.

‘Glad you enjoyed!’

‘When can I have another one?’

‘That depends’.

‘On what?’

‘Are you going to fuck me next time or run away again?’

‘I’m sorry I really had to be somewhere! I’d love to fuck you’.

‘Was that woman on the train your wife?’

‘Yes, and I can honestly say I’ve never done anything like this before, but I can’t stop thinking about you.’

‘What’s her name?’

‘Nicola’.

‘She’s very pretty’.

‘I know and I feel terrible doIng this to her. When can we meet up?’

‘Tomorrow?’

‘Yes! What time?’

A few additional messages went back and forth arranging the details of the meeting. Jenny was very excited at this prospect, but, she also very wanted a little stimulation right away.

‘Tell me more about your wife’, her next message demanded.

‘I’d rather not talk about her if that’s okay’.

‘If you want this tomorrow, you’d better start talking’.

Jenny sent a picture of her perfectly bald and beautiful pussy. It had a pink blush, brought on by three days of near constant masturbation.

‘You are a bad girl! What do to you want to know?’ was Mike’s instant reply.

‘I want to know what she’s like at fucking, so I know what I have to live up to’.

‘I don’t really know how to answer that. I think she’s good but I can’t imagine she’s as good as you’.

‘How often do you fuck?’

‘Probably once a week on average’.

‘Is she good at sucking cock?’

‘Not as good as you. And she doesn’t do it very often’.

‘Why not?’

‘I don’t know’.

‘Does she let you cum in her mouth?’

‘No! She’s not very adventurous’.

‘Would you like to cum in my dirty little mouth tomorrow?’

‘Yes, I would. If you keep sending me messages like that I might cum now!’

‘I assume you’ve never fucked her arse?’

‘No! She’d never allow that. I wouldn’t even dare ask’.

‘Have you ever fucked any woman in the arse?’

‘No, I’ve not had that pleasure’.

‘Well we’ll have to see what we can do about that…’

***

With the anticipation of the fuck date looming over her, Jenny found it very difficult to concentrate at work the next day. She would go half an hour, at best, before she would remember Nicola’s smile and her pussy would gush.

She arrived home around six o’clock and ran herself a hot bath. She then attacked her wardrobe, trying on and altering every outfit she owned to establish how she could look her sluttiest.

At five minutes to eight, five minutes earlier than had been scheduled, the doorbell rang. Jenny looked through the peep-hole and saw Mike, dressed in a suit, and holding a bottle of red wine.

When she opened the door Mike smiled for the briefest of moments, before his jaw dropped. Jenny, he saw, was dressed in a school girl uniform. The short sleeved white blouse, with the top four buttons undone, was see-through, revealing a white bra underneath. Her navy-blue skirt was so short that it barely covered her panties. A pair of white socks were pulled up to her knees. She wore a thick crimson lipstick and heavy eyeliner, which made her azure eyes stand out even more than usual. To top-off the look her hair was tied into pig-tails.

Jenny smiled at Mike’s reaction, then pulled him by his shirt through the door and covered his mouth with hers.

‘Hi’ she said, smiling, as she broke off from the kiss.

‘Hi’ he replied with a chuckle.

She dropped to her knees and started to remove his belt. He puffed out his cheeks. His cock was, as expected, already hard. Jenny lifted it and started licking and sucking on his balls, before her mouth consumed him.

A couple of minutes later, she stood up and led him by the hand over to the sofa.

‘Fuck me hard’ she demanded, as she bent over the couch.

‘What ever you say’ Mike replied jubilantly.

Jenny’s pussy was soaking. Mike entered her from behind and began to fuck her, slowly and sensually. She allowed this for only a short while before turning her head and looking at him to stop. He did so.

‘Don’t fuck me like I’m your wife’ Jenny told him, ‘fuck me like I’m your whore’.

‘You want to get fucked like a whore?’ he spat, grabbing her hips and gritting his teeth, ‘I’ll fuck you like a fucking whore’.

He thrust his cock into her cunt as hard as he could.

‘Fuck’, Jenny moaned, as he moved in and out at pace, his balls slapping against her.

‘You like that you little fucking whore?’ asked Mike, releasing his grip on her hips and pulling on her pig-tails instead.

‘Yes, I fucking love it’ was her response, ‘fuck me hard, as hard as you fucking can’.

It was all too much for Mike.

‘Shit’ he declared, ‘I’m going to fucking cum’.

Jenny, moved free, and span around, quickly. She took Mike’s cock in her hand and stroked it until he shot a heavy load into her mouth. She swallowed with a smile.

‘You’re amazing’ he told her, breathless.

An awkward minute or two of silence followed as they both readjusted their clothing and caught their breath. Mike suggested they open the wine. They drank the entire the bottle, while getting to know each other a little better. Jenny talked about her job, her family, her happy c***dhood and her constantly feuding family. These were things she seldom discussed. Mike too delved into his background, his fancy job and his perfect family. He talked at length about his wife too.

‘I wish she was more adventurous’ he explained, ‘and sometimes I think she could be, but I would find it difficult to broach the subject, to be honest’.

Jenny leaned forward and kissed him. This time the sex that followed lasted longer. He fucked her from behind again; she sat on his face, and then his cock.

There were still patches of cum on her blouse and bra when she showed Mike out at half past ten. The smile on his face was so broad that it was almost comical.

‘We’ll have to do this again’ Mike said, kissing her one last time.

‘Definitely’ Jenny replied.

He walked down the hall and Jenny closed the door. She was confused. The sex was a good as any she’d ever experienced. Yet she was not satisfied.

***

Due to a fundamental difference of opinion, which came about the day after their fuck-date, it would be six weeks before Mike would see Jenny again.

At around noon on that day Mike sent Jenny a text message, which read, ‘Had a really great time last night can’t wait to do it again’.

By the time Jenny received the message she was already on the train, travelling home from work. She had been so distracted by her dissatisfaction of the previous night’s events that she had feigned sickness and left work early. She now knew what she wanted, and dispensed with the pleasantries in her reply.

‘I want to watch you fuck your wife’ she wrote.

‘Huh?’ was Mike’s clearly confused response.

‘I want to watch you fucking Nicola’.

‘Are you being serious?’

‘Yes’.

‘That’s ridiculous’.

‘No it isn’t’.

‘How could I possibly arrange that? And even if I could I wouldn’t!’

‘It wouldn’t be that difficult. I’ve given it some thought. You take her away to a nice hotel, you wine and dine her. Then you tell her you want to try something a bit different. You tie her arms and legs to the bed and blindfold her. When it’s all set up you let me into the room, I watch you fuck her silly and she’ll be none the wiser’.

‘Are you joking?’

‘No’.

‘That is insane. I’d love to meet up again but leave my wife out of it!’

Jenny made no reply. Over the next six weeks Mike bombarded her with messages. In some he told her that he couldn’t stop thinking about her. In others he tried bargaining, attempting to appease her ‘insane’ demand. Jenny remained resolute, repeatedly telling Mike that he either he did as she had asked, or he’d never fuck her again.

The day on which Mike caved was a Friday. Jenny was eating lunch when she received the message that brought a smile to her lips and a wetness to her cunt.

‘We will be at the Grange Manor hotel tonight. Room 601. Be waiting at 10pm. I can’t believe I’m doing this’.

Jenny wore a pair of tight blue jeans, a dark hooded sweatshirt, and tied her hair into a ponytail. She arrived an hour earlier than advised, and went to the hotel bar. Sat at a table in the corner there, as she had hoped, were the Johnsons.

Jenny ordered a vodka and took a seat at the table furthest from the couple. She watched, unnoticed, as they shared a bottle of red wine. Mike took Nicola’s hand in his and kissed it lightly. Nicola smiled her proud smile and Jenny’s hand disappeared under the table and applied pressure through her jeans.

At quarter-to-ten the Johnsons left the bar; Jenny followed.

When Mike opened the door to room 601, some twenty minutes later, he looked utterly petrified. He immediately put a finger to his lips to demand silence. Unfazed, Jenny strode into the room and towards the bed.

Nicola was spread-eagled, her wrists handcuffed to the headboard and her ankles bound tightly to the bed’s foot. Over her eyes lay a heavy black blindfold. The rest of her was naked. Jenny examined her thoroughly, despite a few imperfections that her fancy dress had been hiding, she looked majestic. She had a small strip of blonde fluff above her pussy, every other inch of her seemed smooth as silk.

‘What are doing Mike?’ Nicola asked impatiently, wriggling her hips and pulling lightly against her restrains, ‘fuck me before a change my mind’

‘All in good time’ Mike replied, was a forced chuckle. Nicola groaned in frustration.

Mike looked at Jenny and shook his head, clearly indicating that he could no longer go through with her insane plan.

‘Fuck her’ Jenny mouthed.

‘I can’t’ he mimed in reply, shaking his head.

Jenny shrugged her shoulders, climbed onto the bed, and, leaning forward on her elbows, she placed her head between Nicola’s legs. She looked back at Mike who was now furiously pointing towards the door, ordering her to leave. With the wickedest of smiles Jenny lightly kissed Nicola’s pussy.

‘Mmm’, Nicola purred ignorantly, ‘you’re such a naughty boy’.

Jenny’s tongue slid slowly through her lips and into Nicola’s cunt; the older woman wriggled in pleasure.

Mike’s expression, Jenny noticed, had now gone from one of anger to one of astonishment. Jenny started to flick her tongue rapidly over Nicola’s clit. ‘Fuck!’ she screamed, as she took in frequent deep breaths of air.

Jenny broke off and looked at Mike with that wicked lustful smile; he looked tortured, he shook his head, took his cock from boxers and began to stroke it. Jenny resumed and started sucking hard on Nicola’s clit. Soon she was screaming out in the ecstasy of an intense orgasm, and fighting against her restraints.

‘I can’t…stop Mike…I can’t take anymore’ she pleaded. Jenny sucked harder. ‘Fuck!’ Nicola screamed, arching her back.

Jenny released her. She stood up, and with his wife’s cunt juice covering her chin, gave Mike a long deep kiss.

As Nicola caught her breath, and Mike tried to grasp what he had just witnessed, Jenny walked to the door and left the room.

***

The next morning Jenny woke to find a text message from Mike reading ‘That was incredible. When can I see you? Do I get to fuck you now?’

Her answer to this was ‘Yes, come and fuck me tonight! I want your cum all over my face and tits’.

With an indication of extreme regret, Mike declined this invitation, citing family obligations. They rearranged their meeting for the following Wednesday evening, some five days after the events in room 601.

Mike arrived at five minutes to eight, predictably dressed in a suit and with a bottle of red wine in hand. The sexual conduct too was much as expected. They fucked in a variety of positions, before, as Jenny had stated was her desire, Mike came over her face and tits.

As they were lying naked on the bed, Mike turned to Jenny and, still catching his breath, said, ‘You’re amazing. That was amazing’.

Though Jenny had enjoyed the sex she would not have described in such terms as ‘amazing’, and she was, it will come as no surprise to learn, not entirely satisfied.

‘So did your wife enjoy me licking her pussy the other night?’ she asked, leaning towards Mike, with a cheeky smile.

‘Did you see how hard she came?’ Mike replied, ‘I think she more than enjoyed it’.

‘And did you like watching?’

‘Fuck yes, of course, but it has given me a bit of a problem’.

Jenny frowned, confused.

‘Since you…did your thing, Nicola’s been….constantly…horny’ Mike explained, ‘obviously I wouldn’t normally complain, but she keeps wanting me to go down on her, which I have done, just…not quite as effectively as you’.

Jenny laughed. ‘Do you need some lessons?’ she teased.
‘Maybe’ Mike replied with a chuckle, ‘I don’t think Nic would complain, she’s not stop smiling since you did your thing’.

Jenny’s face dropped, and she very suddenly felt very nauseous.

‘Are you okay?’ Mike asked, ‘what’s up?’
‘Nothing’ Jenny lied, as she sat up, ‘I just…I need some water’.

As Jenny walked the short distance to the kitchen, her mind raced frantically. Her plan, she realised, had backfired; it was never her intention to make Nicola smile, quite the opposite. By the time she had poured her water Jenny knew what she had to do.

Mike was sat on the side of the bed, with a concerned look upon his face.

‘Are you okay?’ he asked again.
‘I’m fine’ Jenny assured him ‘I’ve got any idea. As you and Nic both enjoyed it so much, why don’t we do it again?’
‘I can see if she’ll go for it. I’m pretty certain she won’t say no. But you’ll be careful, right?’
‘Of course’.
‘When do you want to arrange it for?’
‘Friday?’
‘Sounds good to me’.
‘Just one more thing this time though’.
‘What’s that?’
‘See if you can get her to wear a ball gag’.

***

Jenny stood outside the exact same room, of the exact same hotel, at the exact same time she had a week previously. This evening she wore a plain black t-shirt and a short black skirt.

Mike opened the door wearing just his shirt and boxers. He looked far more relaxed than the last time the two of them me under such circumstances. He smiled and mouthed ‘Hi’.

Jenny entered the room and lifted her skirt, showing Mike she had no underwear underneath. Mike’s hand went straight to her wet cunt, as his smile broadened.

On the bed Jenny could see Nicola, laid-out as she had been before. Two differences were apparent, this time she wore a pair of stockings over her legs, and, as Jenny had requested, a ball gag had been placed in her mouth.

As Jenny took her position on the bed Nicola’s arousal was evident by the deep slow movement of her chest.

Jenny lifted her skirt, revealing her bare arse, looked round at Mike and mouthed ‘fuck me’. He shook his head, unsure.

‘Fuck me’ Jenny repeated firmly. Mike moved up behind her and very slowly put his cock into her pussy.

Jenny started licking and sucking at Nicola’s cunt as the older woman’s husband gently fucked her from behind. A few minutes later Nicola’s muffled screams were pouring through her gag as she was consumed by an intense orgasm.

Mike stopped fucking, Jenny stopped sucking, Mike smiled, Jenny did not.

She stood, moved close to Mike and whispered into his ear, ‘It’s been fun’.

Mike frowned, confused. Before he could grasp what was happening Jenny was at the head of the bed. Mike rushed towards her, but too late. Jenny pulled the blindfold from Nicola’s face, and was a sadistic grin said, ‘Smile bitch’.

‘What the fuck are you doing?’ Mike screamed, pulling Jenny away by the arm.

Nicola looked truly baffled as she began fighting fiercely against her bondage.

‘Get the fuck out!’ Mike shouted at Jenny, who was now laughing hysterically, ‘Get out!’

Jenny blew Mike a kiss and skipped towards the door.

The end.