Jenny Carter finds the Steep Slope Ch. 02

Jenny Carter had decided to go shopping; she wanted to get something special for her husband but did not really know exactly what she wanted. Well, that wasn't entirely true. She wanted her husband to treat her like the two strangers had the other day. She blushed brightly; she didn't dare admit that, even to herself.

She went into yet another store, this one in a small strip mall in what was actually a rather seedy part of town. There were a few customers milling around, a couple of pretty girls younger than her and an older, rather fat woman. The lady at the counter looked somewhere between thirty and forty; she had a pixie haircut and a pretty grin as she said if Jenny needed any help she should just yell.

Jenny nodded, and after looking for a bit went to the counter. "Hi, I'm Jenny," she said, reaching out and shaking the woman's hand.

"I'm Jinx," the woman said. "What can I help you with today, Jenny?"

They talked for a bit, and then Jinx was showing her a few dresses and what she called workout clothes.

"The only thing these'll do is work out some sexual tension, honey – I wouldn't go to the gym in this getup unless I was wanting more than exercise. Come on, it looks like these dressing rooms are full but we have another set in back."

Jenny smiled and nodded, and followed the older woman to the back of the store. There was a man there that Jinx introduced as her husband Ben; he was quite a bit older than Jinx, and probably older than her father with close shorn gray hair and a strong, hatchet face. He smiled at her as he walked by.

They talked about different things as she tried the dresses on – there was one outfit with a pleated skirt and a tight zip up top that she would never wear to school but would make a great date night dress. "The best thing about this is, if you want to get really slutty you just pull the zipper down as much as you want!" Jinx said, and smoothly slid the zipper down to about mid belly.

Jenny giggled, and didn't even think about the fact that her breasts were now on display –after all, Jinx was another woman! She sipped the cocktail Jinx had given her after the first dress – this was already her second drink and it had a great easy to drink flavor, but it felt like she was already getting a little tipsy.

She realized Ben had come into the room a moment later – he had said how nice she looked, and she smiled and said thanks. It wasn't until after she had gone that she realized her top was still almost all the way undone, and that her breasts and bra had been on display.

"Oh, don't worry about Ben dear, he's a sweetheart. Here, try on the workout clothes – you'll have to take off your bra and panties to get the real effect though."

"Oh, OK," Jenny said and laughed for some reason – her head felt slightly numb, and her tummy was twisting in an odd way.

She saw what Jinx had meant. The little pants went down to about mid-thigh, which was fine, but they were made from some stretchy, shiny material that clung to every fold and curve of her body. She blushed when she realized she could plainly see her pussy through the tight, sheer material.

The tight white t shirt that went with it was also thinner than normal; across the chest, right where her tits were was the slogan, "Porn star in training!" written on it. Jenny looked at herself and chuckled. She wondered what the two men would have done if she had answered the door in this getup. She figured it wouldn't have taken them half as long to get her laid out.

She wobbled slightly as she went to open the door, and blushed deeply. It hadn't taken them long in any case.

She stepped out into the room, giggling again, and stopped when she saw Jinx wasn't there. Ben was, leaning against the desk, reading a magazine. He put it down on the desk and whistled softly. "Hi, Jinx wanted me to stay back here so you wouldn't get spooked," he said, surveying her taut, curvy body in the tight little outfit. It fit her to a tee, and showed off her well rounded hips and ass perfectly – and her tight little pussy lips were clearly visible, making a perfect camel toe.

"She had a customer she had to take care of – she thought I could let you know what I thought of the last outfit." He smiled, and his grey eyes stared straight into hers.

Jenny shivered; she glanced at the door. It was shut, but it had been. "Well, umm, what do you think?" she said, and swallowed when he got up and walked around behind her. She felt his hand trail lightly over her back, but didn't say anything.

He stepped around in front of her, and when she did not object to his touching her back he allowed his hand to stay on the curve of her hip. "It looks great – sexy as hell. Just don't go on the bus with it!" he laughed.

"Why not the bus?" she asked naively as Ben slipped around behind her again.

"You've got a great ass," he said softly, and Jenny felt his other hand slip onto her other hip. "If I was on the bus and seen you standing there I would at least try to rub up against it a little," he said softly, his breath now hot against the silky skin of her slim neck. Jenny swallowed as he pulled her back slightly – the man's hands on her hips was making her breath short. They felt too hot, and they were much too comfortable as they caressed and squeezed her rounded hips, gradually pulling her back, back.

Then she felt him pressing against her back, and bit her lip, and then gasped she felt something thick and hard pushing into her round, firm ass cheeks. "Umm, Ben, I really don't think you should be doing that!" she protested, looking back over her shoulder. She knew she should try to get away, but suddenly things seemed so – she swallowed and her head felt like it was going to float off. She felt Ben adjusting her slightly, and then he was grinding what felt like a rather large hard cock in between her plump ass cheeks.

Jenny tried ineffectually to twist away as he talked about how if he saw her on the bus he would just start grinding against her ass for as long as he could. "Go ahead and stop me, Jenny!" he whispered against her slim neck, and then his hot tongue and mouth found her small shell like ear. He could not believe how good this stacked little hotty's round soft ass felt as he ground his big boner into it. He was using her hips to tilt her ass at just the right angle for him.

Jenny realized she was actually starting to lean back against him – god, her pussy was already getting slick, and her breasts were starting to swell. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin t shirt. What the hell was going on here? Her head was laid to the side as his tongue explored her ear. She could not just stand here and let this guy do whatever he wanted to do to her!

Her pussy was starting to throb in time with her pulse – she could not believe she was this turned on, and all the guy had done so far was grind his huge cock into her soft, plush ass. Jenny blushed again as she realized that she was actually grinding her ass back against him in a circular motion, and had her body twisted so her ass and breasts were pushed out.

Ben noticed this also; his hands slipped smoothly up her belly as he sucked and licked at the smooth skin on the woman's neck, and then he was cupping some of the best breasts he had ever felt. They were large enough he had simply assumed they were fake, but there was no way they were now that he had his hands on them.

He lifted the soft globes gently through the thin t-shirt, her stiff nipples hard against his palms, and heard and felt Jenny breath out a long sigh. She pushed her ass back against his raging cock even harder as he began gently rolling her firm tits around on her chest.

Jenny finally came to her senses – she was just standing there as he ground his cock into her ass and felt her tits up – she was in a store for god's sake, she thought to herself, and somehow twisted away from him. She looked at him out of wide eyes, but for some reason instead of running out the door she swallowed, and leaned back against the desk. "Please, Ben – don't do that. That was inappropriate, you shouldn't touch me that way. My husband wouldn't approve of this at all." she said, trying to keep her voice from trembling.

"Come now, Jenny, I was just trying to help you out. Now, let's pretend were still on the bus, OK? You remember, you asked me why you shouldn't ride the bus, and I was just trying to show you, you remember?"

"I – I don't want to do that," she said softly. This was the same line the other two men had used on her. How dumb did they think she was, after all?

"OK, OK, I am just trying to help, Jenny – why don't you walk outside with my wife?" he said, and started gently rubbing her back.

"I – I'm not ready to leave, if that's OK, I just – you just can't touch my breasts, Ben," she said in a breathless rush.

"OK, OK, I won't touch your tits. They are great, by the way," he said, winking at her. What was she doing still in the office? She didn't want to leave yet, though. Her nipples were still super stiff, and she saw Ben staring at them but said nothing as he kept talking. Then she realized he had asked her a question.

"Umm, I'm sorry, what did you say, Ben?"

"I said, what would you do if you were on a bus and the guy tried that? Let's say you broke away, and told the guy not to feel your big tits anymore. It's obvious that was getting you all worked up, but some women have very sensitive breasts. But what do you think a guy like that would do? Would he just stop?"

"I – I don't know, I think most men are gentlemen," she said softly. She peeked down at his crotch again, all too aware that his big stiff prick was obviously pushing his loose trousers out.

"Well, what about this?" he said. "What if he said, he won't touch you at all, so long as you put your hand on his cock?"

"That's absurd! I'm a married woman!" Jenny gasped shocked, and glanced again at his prominent cock bulge. She watched as he reached out and grasped her slim right wrist, and then he was pulling her hand over towards him.

"Ben, what do you think you're doing?" she gasped.

"Don't worry, dear, I'm just trying to help," Ben smiled down at her, and she looked away as he gently guided her small hand and pressed her palm against the large tent in his trousers. He could not believe how gullible this young woman was, even after Jinx had given her a cocktail or two.

He noticed that she was staring down at her hand, and was starting to breathe heavily again. He wanted to get back to her tits, but cautioned himself, and pressed her limp hand harder against his rod. He began forcing her hand to rub up and down his stiff shaft through the pants.

"What – what should I do to get someone to stop?" she asked timidly. His cock felt gigantic under her small hand. She could feel it clearly though the thin pants the man was wearing.

"The first thing is to get him to let go of your arm, dear – so what do you think would do that?"

"Ohn, um, maybe if I stated rubbing his – um, his thing – on my own?" she asked timidly.

Ben took his hand off of hers. "Show me," he said, staring at her. Jenny tried not to think about what was happening. Her hand was sill resting on his cock bulge, and then, without trying to think about what she was doing she began running her hand lightly up and down his long cock bulge through his pants.

She swallowed heavily, and leaned against the desk as she pressed harder on the stiff cock, and allowed her fingers to encircle the shaft through his loose pants.

"Would – would that be good enough?" she asked breathlessly. Her nipples were harder than ever, and she wondered why she was rubbing this guy's cock. Why didn't she just leave the room? But her nipples were stiffer than ever, she told herself – she couldn't just walk out there!

"I really like the way those pants show off your camel toe," he said instead of answering her, and then slowly reached out and began drawing one finger along her pussy lips, revealed by the super tight thin shorts.

Jenny gasped softly. She was gripping the edge of the desk with one hand, and her right hand was rubbing his stiff penis harder than ever. She told herself she should push the man's hand away, but all she could seem to do was stare down at his hand as he began rubbing her pussy with a bit more force. Her knuckles were white she was holding onto the edge of the desk so hard. "Please, Mister, please, what – what are you doing? I just wanted to buy some nice clothes!"

"I just wanna see how soft this fabric is, Jenny," Ben said, smiling at her as his fingers pressed harder against her hot, juicy swelling pussy lips. He began using two fingers, pushing the fabric up into her pussy and then as if by magic his fingers were brushing over her supersensitive little clitoris.

Jenny lurched and gasped as Ben started concentrating on her swollen love button, and let her legs splay apart a little bit. She was still staring down at his hand, and was unprepared when he bent down and kissed her.

She had been staring down at his hand, her mouth hanging open and her panting breath hot in her throat. He bent down slowly and sealed his lips with hers, then began gently pushing his tongue in and out of her hot, juicy panting mouth.

Jenny jerked again, and tried not to bite the man's tongue as she jolted into an unexpected orgasm. She rolled her hips, pushing her pussy harder against the man's hand. His mouth found her throat, and he sucked and licked at the fine skin there.

She was still coming down from the waves of the orgasm as he turned her and bent her over the desk. She was in a daze and barely able to breathe as she dimly realized he was peeling her shorts down, over her hips. He forced one foot off the ground and left the shorts around one ankle.

She propped herself up on her elbows, still in a daze – her body felt electric, and her nipples brushing against the hard surface of the T-shirt sent little lightning bolts racing through her. She tried to breathe evenly, and then felt something against her soft, juicy pouting pussy lips.

"Ohnnn, god, no, please, Ben what are you doing?" she gasped, looking back over her shoulder. He grinned down at her, one hand on her back pushing her a bit harder against her desk, the other gripping her left, curvy hip. He rocked forward, then relaxed. "Don't worry babe, I'm not feelin' yer tits up, just like we agreed!" he said, and again nudged and relaxed.

"Bu . . . but I don't want you to – uhn, ohnnnnnnnnn, noo!" Jenny gasped as his flared, lemon sized cock knob suddenly slipped past her pussy lips and into the juicy tightness of her tight little pussy.

"Just the tip then, how's that sound, Jenny? Huh?"

"Ohnnnnnnn, fuck! My husband, my husband wouldn't understand!" she gasped. His cock knob felt like it was gigantic, and then he was gradually pushing and pulling. Soon he was stroking three or four inches into her, then six or seven – then his trim hips began slapping against her firm, round ass cheeks as he began driving his long, thick cock quickly in and out of the gasping, panting beauty.

All thoughts of protest were gone as Jenny was pushed backward and forward by the power of the man's thrusts; then her body twisted and wrenched of its own accord as a gigantic orgasm rippled thrugh her. She screamed out for him to fuck her harder, fuck her like a fuckin' whore!

Some time later – she thought she might have had one more orgasm but it getting hard to keep track – he finally pulled out of her, helped her to collapse gently at his feet. She blinked at him as he slapped her on the cheeks with his thick wet cock a couple of times; then he was pushing the fat, hot cockhead, still wet from her pussy juice, against her lush, plump lips.

Jenny tried to breathe calmly as the man held her hair with one hand and kept rubbing his leaking cock crown around on her luscious lips, gradually pushing them open. Jenny swallowed. She reached up and put her hands on his hips, but did not really try to break away.

"Go ahead and give it a lick, Jenny," Ben said, staring down at her as he went back to rubbing his cock on her smooth cheek. "Lick the shaft for me, clean your pussy juice off." He said softly, and drew in a long breath when she turned her head slightly and suck her tongue out so that it was pressed against the side of his shaft.

He grinned down at her, and pulled on her hair, drawing her hot, panting mouth and tongue down his shaft and then back up.

Jenny swallowed, and licked around the underside of the man's thick dick as he calmly guided her by the hair, moving her mouth up and down his fat rod. Jenny was having trouble breathing; his fat cock felt red hot against her small tongue as she kept licking at the smooth flesh sliding over her plump, super soft lips. She could feel the veins on the man's hard tube against her eager tongue, and shivered deeply.

Jenny found herself licking the man's flared knob at some point, lost in the sensation of the hot, smooth flesh of the hot cock head against her tongue. Her tongue was sticking out of her mouth, licking the underside of his flared knob.

His hot cock head nudged again against her upper lip. Jenny let her jaw sag open without thought, and then the knob was slipping past her plump lips and even white teeth until she found the fat head resting inside the ring of her plump lips.

The thing felt huge in her mouth. She ground her thighs together as her pussy got even juicier for some reason, and her breasts swung back into overdrive – just the feel of the t-shirt against her plump, supersensitive nipples was making her twist and writhe.

Before when she had had a cock in her mouth everything had been so – orgasmic. Her mouth was watering, and she swallowed, hoping the man would not notice. He was slowly swiveling his hips, sliding one and then two and three inches in and out of her slack, moist, hot mouth.

Her soft lips pulled out and then were pushed against her teeth; every once in a while on the outstroke her cute little tongue would appear below her lower lip, licking at his shaft as he slid it deeper and deeper into her drooling mouth. She could not stop herself from looking up at him as she started slurping softly at his pistoning rod, her cheeks hollowing with her soft sucking.

"Clean that pussy juice off for me," he sneered as he looked in her beautiful brown eyes, and swiveled another two inches of his thick shaft into her hot, wet mouth. Her slurping sounds became a bit louder in the quiet room, so that she was unaware Jinx had come back into the room until she heard the other woman's voice:

"I thought you'd be further along than this, dear!"

"I already fucked the little slut," Bill grinned. When she heard Jinx's voice she had tried to pull her mouth away from Bill's cock, but he had twin handfuls of her hair now, and holding her head still he began swiveling his hips, driving his fat fucker in and out of Jenny's gasping, drooling mouth. She gagged slightly as the bulbous, spongy knob of the man's fuck tool began bumping into the back of her throat.

She finally caught the man's rhythm as he face fucked her, and then she felt Jinx beside her – what was going on here? She felt the woman doing something to her pussy – it felt like she was pushing something in –

She twitched, and almost bit the fat cock in her moth as Jinx did something else and something small and intense started throbbing and buzzing inside her pussy. By pure instinct she wrapped her lips over her teeth as she rocketed into one of the most intense orgasms of her life!

She tried to breath, and realized she was gagging and choking on Bill's fat cock as he kept face fucking her; through the waves of what seemed like an impossibly long orgasm she found out how to time her swallowing so she was deepthroating him; her eyes were tearing as her body pulsed and shuddered, and then he was pulling out till just his flared knob was in her throat. She wondered why when he suddenly bucked and began shooting jizz into her mouth.