!ADULTS ONLY! Jen's Ten Men!

"I sucked him all the way to, as Duffy had put, the fur, and he was moaning real loud. Said it felt fantastic each time I went all the way down. Then, in the middle of sucking him, he asked me if he could cum this way. I, ha ha, mumbled an okay. Well, a few seconds later, he blasts me! I mean a blast. Right to the back of my throat. Then a few more just like that one.

"Well, I wasn't expecting him to cum so quickly, and it really caught me by surprise. I felt like throwing up. But I managed to swallow it all. But then, when he kept cumming and cumming after that, I knew if I swallowed it, I would throw up. So I held it in my mouth and ran into the bathroom and spit it out." She made a face at me.

I said, "Not very professional of you! Especially on your first time out."

"I couldn't help it. No one has ever cum that much in my mouth before. I mean, really, it was a fucking cupful!" 16 tablespoons? Not likely. More like three. But three's a mouthful at three fourths of a quarter of a cup. Stop it; I'm getting mathed out.

"Did you say anything to him when you came out?" Why am I so stupidly nosy at time? But I was curious how he would react.

"No, he was gone and another guy was there, taking his clothes off. And, boy, he didn't waste any time! He was on me and in me and popped his cork in less than five minutes. A real minute man, that guy."

"I take it you didn't cum?" She shook her head no. And shammed a frown.

"Besides," She said. "He had a dinky little, skinny dick and didn't know how to use it." She laughed. "Just like yours! Ha ha!" I grinned at her and was tempted to remind her that I hit over 7" when really angry, really, really angry, but I didn't think it worthwhile defending.

                                                                      Man 3?
Instead, I asked,
"What was the fourth guy like?"

"He was the guy in his fifties, nice looking guy.
Short cock, too, under six, but he was very
passionate. The lover type. Kissed me a bunch
of times. While playing with my tits, pussy, and
ass. Then he said he wanted to 69, so we got
into that position on the bed and went at it. He
knew how to eat pussy, too. He had a nice, long
tongue on him. Mmmm! Real long!


                                                           Man 4?

                                                           "He'd stop eating my
                                                           pussy just long enough to
                                                           tell me to suck on his balls,
                                                           or stick my finger up his
ass. He loved both, I'll tell you, but especially my finger up his asshole." She took a sip. "Then he fucked me, real nice and slow like. Telling me how nice it was to fuck me, how tight I felt, etcetera. I came twice with him. Oh, his name was Frank." Two remembered!

She continued. "Well, he came and I douched and went out to meet number five, old Curtis! He asked me if I was enjoying myself and I told him I was having a fucking ball! Then he had me suck his balls, and then his cock. Then he fucked me, as he has many times before, in the doggy style, his favorite, and was finished in less time than it takes to say Saskatchewan." She giggled. I laughed, too. Poor Curtis! He should only hear us now.

I felt it was time I had some cock
relief. My dick was on fire and the
way she so casually talked about
having sex with five men in a row
really got to me. I don't know if
Curtis had anything to do with it,          A photo of Curtis, by Jen
but it was a good place to break in her yarn.

"Baby," I said. "I'm in heat. How about you and I doing some 69 of our own? You could use a break too, I guess. OK?" She said it was. She started rubbing her crotch while, at the same time, rubbing her hand back and forth over my short's dick bulge.

                                                           Me! When very angry!

As I ate her pussy and she sucked my dick, we could hear the guys on the tape saying all kinds of sexy shit. And moaning and groaning as they got sucked and fucked. Some yelling when they came inside her pussy. It was such a fucking turn on!

"Oh, baby, you suck my cock real good!"

"Is it okay if I cum this way?"

"Put your legs around my back!"

"Does my cock taste good?"

"Kiss me!"

"Oh, God, I'm cumming! Hold still, baby, hold real still."

"Grab my ass cheeks!"

"Oh, man, no one's ever done that to me!" And so forth.

And the tape was real sound sensitive, too. We could both hear the sounds of the bed as each man fucked her. Squik . . . squik. And then faster, squik, squik, squik as they were headed for the home stretch. You know the sound. All you have to do is hear it and you know it's coming from people fucking. There ain't no other sound like it. Played a zillion times a day in bedrooms and hotels all over the world.

And we could clearly hear the moans and shouts and groans coming from Jen and the man she was fucking at that particular moment. All the sounds, the bed sounds, and the ones coming out of the two fucking people, left very little to my imagination. But I still wished it had been videoed.

As Jen sucked my cock, I heard her moan extra loud, and then she squeezed my balls, which was our private signal telling me she was about to cum. This meant I should really go at her pussy with my mouth and tongue. Her instructions to me early in our game. Well, I did. Hard and furious eating. Actually biting her clitoris here and there, not hard, mind you, but definitely felt by her. This was something she liked only during an orgasm.

Then I came, and it poured right out of me. It was one of those rare times when I could actually feel my balls tighten up beyond their normal cum tightening effect. I heard Jen gurgle as she swallowed my built up load, and, judging from her moans, I knew she was going off again. So I dove the tongue back, came some more, and sucked and gently bit her until she finally told me to stop.

While I was definitely eager to get back to her sex narration of the ten men suck and fuck marathon, I decided to save it for later, when I'd be able to get good and hard again . . . and cum again. So I took her out to dinner . . .

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OVER DINNER, Jen made a few attempts to get the story going again, her exuberance just bubbling over, but I talked her out of it each time. It was one-sided of me, I know, but I didn't want to hear all the lewd details over a plate of lasagna. But we did skip dessert. And an after-dinner drink.

Back at her place, we fixed some wine and stripped down to our skivvies. Me in my old boxers and her in just panties. Black, lacy ones, if I remember rightly. Once we were comfy and cozy on her bed, I asked her to pick up where she had left off.

"Oh, that sixth guy! Wow! What a bad trip that was!" She paused to take a sip and my imagination kicked in. Had he smacked her around? Tried to ass fuck her? Want her to lick his ass hole? I was all over the map. And wrong.

"His dick had all these big sores on it! I mean, all over it. All the way from his pee hole right down to his nuts. It looked oozy and bloody, like a picked scab. Know what I mean?" She made a face as if sucking a lemon.

I said I knew about scab picking, but not too much about sore-covered cocks. But I told her I knew it wasn't a good thing, no matter how nice the guy's personality was. "What did you do?"

"I blew up! I told him to get the fuck out of there. Told him, I ain't fucking you, no way, Jack! Well, he just about begged me to just let him sit there a while before he left. I guess he didn't want the guys outside to think he was too fast on the old trigger." I agreed with her.

He stayed for about ten minutes and then left. I asked her if this had had a bad effect on her for the rest of the night. Spoiled it, so to speak.

"Fuck no! I just took a sip of the old red, and tossed it right out of my head. I wasn't going to let it get in the way of my enjoyment. Why should I?" She glared at me and looked a tad huffy.

"Good for you!" I said, feeling dopey. "Let's see, what number guy are we up to?" I had lost count. But she hadn't.

Without hesitation, she said, "Number seven. This guy Chuck. (Another name remembered!) And he was cute, too. He reminded me of Steve McQueen. And he had that pouty look to his face, you know, like James Dean? He was the guy I said was in his forties. Good sense of humor, too. Asked me if I was getting enough fresh dick or did I want him to order room service for some more. I told him the dick was just fine, but I could use a side order of fresh nuts." She laughed, and it was so infectious, I laughed, too.

We each took a sip of the red and then I asked her to go on with the tale of number seven.

"Seven's cock was the fattest of the bunch! Really fat! So fat, it actually hurt my pussy some when he fucked me. My pussy, I guess, from the previous fucking, was starting to feel very sore. In my mind, before I went to the hotel, I thought I could handle all their cocks with ease, but reality is a lot different from your imagination. Know what I mean?"

I said I did.
Man 7?

"The guy made a joke about his
cock not being too long, but that
it had a head like a drum. Well,
shit, man, he wasn't kidding!
Even though it looked under five
inches, it had to be over 2-1/2"
wide. Christ, I could hardly get
my mouth around him when I first sucked him off! Wide, wide, wide!" She put her hands way out to the sides. "Wide!" I guessed it was wide.

I asked, "Were you able to deep throat him?" I didn't think so.

"Amazingly, I could. I used a trick Yarma taught me (Yarma was her hooker neighbor). I got his entire fatso cock sopping wet before I attempted to take it whole. And, it worked! Like a charmo. I had to fight the gag reflex like a Muhammad Ali, for sure, just to keep from upchucking, but I managed it." She grinned, her wide mouth getting even wider.

I could picture that wide, puffy-lipped mouth of hers just chock-full of his big, fat, drum-headed cock. I felt my own dick wake up and say hello.

"Did you also suck his balls?"

"Shit, I sucked all their balls! Except the guy with the sores."

"Did he have big balls to go with the big prick?" Nosy me.

"Not really, they were bigger than average, but only a little. But they were very hairy. His pubic hairs were very long, too, and went out in all directions. When I sucked on his balls, the long hairs kept going up my nose and tickling me. Same thing happened when I deep throated him."

"Then what happened?" I was eager to hear about the drumhead fucking.

"Well, he was already lying on his back on the bed while I had sucked him, so he told me to get on top of him. Man, when I felt him first go in, I thought he was gonna split my ass right in two! Wide! So fucking wide. I got used to it after a bit, but it hurt some, too. It was like pain mixed with pleasure." She paused to wet her whistle. I followed suit.

"He played with my breasts a lot, sucked on them even, and also asked me if I liked playing with his big, old drum! I don't know why, but when I told him I did, plus the fact his cock was so hard, as rigid as fucking steel, I felt a big orgasm coming over me. He must have known it, for he said something like, 'That's it, baby, you cum all over my big, old cock!' Then he started fucking me like a friggin' jackhammer! His ass was going up and down like a machine. And he had a good grip on me, so I couldn't lift myself up if I tried. And it hurt like hell, but I had another orgasm in spite of that." She smirked at me, looking playful.

Damn, my dick was hard and raging now. I just had to fuck her. And now, not tomorrow, if you get my drift, which I'm sure, you do. I could picture her on top of him getting her ass fucked off by his big, fat cock. Him slamming up and into her, his hands on her ass. Man, what a picture! And, I believed I even remembered him from the tape. The part where the fucking bed was squikking like mad. Squik! Squik! Squik! Squik! Squik!

I leaned over, took the glass out of her hand, and kissed her. She returned the kiss with a tongue exchange. She was hot, too, in her telling of it all. We kissed a handful of times, me interrupting now and then so I could put my kisses all over her hard nipples. I also played with her breasts and fingered her wet snatch. We were hot to trot. You think?

As I climbed on top of her, getting between her legs, I reached over and hit the play button on the cassette player. Thus, we fucked and listened to her fucking. And, it timed itself perfectly. When the part came on with the wildly squikking bed, and I heard his words to her, and his moans, and her screams and yells during her cumming, I blew my wad at the exact moment he said, "Here it comes, baby, here it comes!"

He and I, the old drum cock head and me, seemed to be fucking Jen at the same time, cumming together, but in two different time zones. And right now, I knew I was in the better zone!

Jen had two big orgasms. I know this, because I'm used to her ways. And I'm sure the tape had something to do with it.

As was usual, Jen used her hot, wide mouth to clean my cock off. This was something she absolutely loved doing. She said she just loved the taste of a man's cum mixed in with her pussy juices. She had even coined a term for it. She called it Spercum! With a hard kay sound given to the c. Sperkum.

"Mmm, mmm," She said when I was whistle clean, and in imitation of an English aristocrat's voice. "Exceptionally good Spercum tonight, I say, old Chumley, a light, delicate bouquet with a saucy little nose to it. But not too, too impertinent, old spoon, if you get my trend!" I broke out laughing. As I did each and every time she played this little game with me.

Tonight it was English, last time it was a southern drawl. And somewhere back there in time; I had heard Texan, Puerto Rican, and even Chinese! In which she tried to pronounce Spercum as Spelcum, but she tripped over the Sper part and it came out Sperlcum. Velly good, though, in spite.

"Well, Jen, only three more guys to go, if I haven't lost count again, that is."

"Oh, no, your count is good, but there were four more to go." Four?

"Four?" I asked. Had her mind lost the ability for simple math, just as it had for balancing checkbooks?

"Four! Wanna hear why . . . ?"

* * * * * *

DID I EVER! I had wanted to save the rest for another time, but my curiosity was beyond being piqued. It was triple piqued. Had they invited another guy from the company to join in? Or some stranger moseying down the hall? The fucking teenage bell boy? I just had to know. She got right into it.

"Well, right after I had fucked the guy with the drum dick, and was busy douching my sore pussy out, Curtis comes in. He tells me I can pick up another twenty just by picking out one of the guys and fucking him in front of all the others. He said they'd just love that, which I'm sure they would.

"But my pussy was too sore. So I told him about it, straight out, and even said I wasn't too sure I could finish fucking the last three men. Then I had an idea pop into my head. I told him what if I just gave head to the last three and then fucked the guy I picked? He said he had to check, but he didn't think it would be too big a problem.

"Well, after Curt left I sipped the red and tried to figure out who to pick. Sure as hell it wasn't going to be the sore dick. Or the quickie dicky, either. And no Mr. Drummo dick, that was a given! And Curtis was out, too. I could fuck him any time I wanted to and I didn't think he'd give that good a show for the guys. Ha ha! I was playing casting director!" She laughed and sipped a bit.

"That left three men, Duffy, the nice lover guy who knew how to use it, and man number two, the big cummer dude I had failed to swallow completely. Well, thinking this way, it almost picked itself! I had fucked both Duffy and the lover boy, and I felt I owed one to Mr. Cum-A-Ton! Curtis came back and said it was okey dokey, and who was my pick? When I told him it was guy number two, he looked disappointed, but who cared? I sure as shit didn't."

Oowee! I was about to hear her tell me how she sucked and swallowed three guys in a row. And then fucked a fourth in front of the crew. Man. It seemed impossible, but I was hard again! Real hard . . . "

* * * * * *

JEN TOLD ME that when guy number eight came in, she decided to take control of the situation, for her pure enjoyment and nothing else. No silly ass power trip for her.

She instructed the guy that, after he was naked, she wanted to blow him with him standing up. I asked her why.

"Well, I love to grab a guy's ass cheeks here and there while I'm blowing him. It adds excitement to it for me, the feel of his ass. And I usually tickle his ass hole, too. Sometimes, as you haven't seemed to notice, doofus, I like to grab both cheeks and pull him to me just as he's cumming." I remembered now. She did do that.

"And here and there, I like to pull him to me and push him out, as if he's mouth fucking me. They usually get the hint and start fucking my mouth for themselves, which I just adore!" Oh, man, was I hardo! I was learning new things about Jen by the minute, and the knowledge was washing over me like molten lava. I knew she loved to keep her eyes open the whole time, but I had no idea she had planned it out so . . . so carefully!

Thinking of her eyes, I asked, "Did you keep your eyes open as you usually do?" I knew she had, but I wanted to hear her say it.

"Oh, yeah, for sure! I love watching the shaft go in and out of my mouth. And I love looking at their pubic hairs. Mmmm. Delightful! And, with most men, I can actually see their balls rise up when they spurt. This usually triggers an orgasm in me." Yes, Jen could cum even while blow jobbing.

"Who was guy number, let's see, uh, eight. I think." I was lost again. Just who was the irresponsible airhead here, anyway?

"Yeah, dummy, eight. Then nine and then ten. Got it? Or should I give you a scorecard?" She giggled. "And, to help you keep track of the last three, I call them my 21 Club!"

"21 Club?"

"Yeah, 21 Club. They all had 7" each! Get the math, schmucko?" Let's see. 3 times 7 is . . . oh, yeah, 21. It made weird sense to me now. And, my memory had come back a smidgeon. I knew we had remaining, the slightly fat guy, the slightly black guy, and one of the Twenty-Thirty somethings. All now members, though they don't know it, in the Jenny 21 Club. Which this nation of ours could use many more of . . .