Jenny released her legs and let them flop down on the couch. Her pussy was flushed and dark pink from the licking I’d just given her, but she was smiling despite breathing very heavily.
“God damn,” she said between breaths. “I haven’t cum that good in a while. You sure you aren’t a professional?”
“Well,” I said sitting on my elbows, staring up from her pussy and between the valley of her breasts, “the lady downstairs said I was getting paid for today. So I guess that technically makes me a professional.”
She giggle at my quip while she steadied her breathing.
“Did you like the show,” Jenny asked. It took me a second to realize that Tiffany was behind me, sitting on the other arm of the couch. She was wearing just a towel, her hair still wet from her shower.
“Oh, yes, it was all kinds of hot,” she said. Well past the point of embarrassment, I sat up, my still hard cock pointed skyward.
“Glad you liked it,” I told her.
“Tiff, can you grab my other camera. I want to memorialize this moment,” said Jenny. Tiffany got up and went to Jennys bag, extracting another camera (how many did these folks have?).
I raised an eyebrow at Jenny. “That’s my personal camera,” she explained. “I use it to take photos just for me.”
If I could get harder, I would have. Jenny, the paragon of eroticism and sex, wanted a picture of me in her private collection. I had to start thinking about baseball and eggplant again to keep from popping off right then.
Tiffany, flipping some dials, took a few shots before Jenny sat up and moved to straddle me. She glided her hot, moist sex over my length, getting it slick with her juices.
“You want to fuck me don’t you,” she said.
“Yes,” I answered as she glided up and down my cock.
“Are you going to fuck me, or Jeri St. James,” she asked.
I looked her square in the eye, and said “Since I met you, you’ve been Jenny to me. I’ve seen Jenny blow me a kiss. I’ve had Jenny grab my cock. Jenny’s sucked my cock and I’ve eaten Jennys glorious pussy. And now, I want to fuck Jenny more than anything.”
She kissed me deeply, her talented tongue doing things I didn’t even know were possible with a kiss. “Then fuck me,” she said.
Jenny rose up and slid down completely on my cock in one motion. She was exceptionally wet but also very tight, her body rising and falling on my cock with ease. She rode me first for my benefit, then for hers. She ground into me so it hit her clit just right, before going back to bouncing up and down for me, her C-cup breasts bouncing delightfully in my face.
I pulled her ass down on me deeply with each down stroke, burying my cock in her as far as I could. Her moans were all I could hear, and seeing the shape of her mouth when she did so was my only goal in life at the moment.
After a while she ground into me again, this time with the desperate rush of being close and needing to finish.
“Fuck, yes, ride me for your pleasure,” I told her. She ground into me harder still, her hands forcing my head to one of her nipples, which I sucked and nibbled greedily.
“Oh my god,” I heard her squeak, her pitch higher than I’d heard her before. “Fuck!” she screamed, and I felt her pussy contract around my cock just as forcefully as it did when I went down on her.
“OOOOOOOOOOOHHHhhhhhhhh,” she moan, long and loud, as her orgasm crashed into her. Each wave squeezed my cock firmly, eventually subsiding after while. She rested her head on my shoulder while she caught her breath.
“OK, your turn” she said getting up and off of me. She went over to the glass doors and out onto the balcony. She bent over at the hips slightly and planted her hands on the stone railing. Looking back at me still sitting on the couch, she called, “Are you coming?”
I leapt up and strolled (or ran) out onto the balcony to join her. I ran my hands up and down her back, kneading her ass with my fingers. She was awesome to feel.