You Sure Got A Pretty Mouth! Ch. 09bysatyr_132003©
Thanks to all those readers who have asked for more chapters in this series. I never thought of writing a series but because you have continuously asked for more from this story, I have done my best to comply. We all live multi-faceted lives (I don't have time to write but once or twice every other week) but I will try to write new chapters and follow-ups to my other stories too. Thanks again to all those readers who have emailed with kudos, I live and write for them. For those who write saying they don't like something, thanks too but only when it is constructive criticism. I'm learning to be a better writer. That being said, lets move on to Jenny and her pretty mouth.
Funny but I don't know etiquette for boning your step mom. She seemed pissed when I didn't kiss her afterward. Apparently because I wasn't going to cuddle with her either she retreated to her room in a huff. I did likewise without the huff and went downstairs to relax and check my emails. I had to laugh as I watched her saunter off bare assed and furious. She has a lovely ass especially when it is stuck up in the air. Once downstairs, I heard the phone ring and overheard my step mom telling my dad she'd love to go with him to some formal dinner. She told him, she'd write a note for Jenny and I telling us we were on our own for dinner tonight. I figured dad had some new clients he wanted to impress so he wanted Maureen on his arm. The thought of Jenny and I alone was a turn-on even in my satisfied sexual state. I decided to grab a nap and await Jenny's return home.
A good night's sleep is great but a restful nap can be so energizing. A restful nap with lurid sex dreams can be even more vitalizing. I replayed my sexual tryst with Mo and dreamed of her with my dad at the dinner tonight. She was such a sexual dynamo, I dreamt her stealing off with one of my dad's clients. For some reason, he was a Texan with a big cowboy hat and white snakeskin boots. She started blowing him in a back hallway at the restaurant and when discovered by a cook, he ushered them to a back storeroom. Maureen being the exhibitionist slut she is, asked the cook to stick around and began servicing them both. As mercurial as dreams can be, I ended up outside looking into the storeroom when Mandi, Jenny's friend/adversary showed up complaining about her salad. She saw me and in a flash we were on her couch in her living room doing the nasty as her disapproving mom looked on. As I bent Mandi over the couch and began fucking her doggy style, Mandi's mom changed into Jenny, then into Mo, and soon all three were watching me and they were all pissed.
Mo seemed the most pissed and vocal about it. She said she'd never fuck me again and that she was going to tell my dad. I laughed out loud as I knew she'd have as much to lose as I did. But she seemed undeterred and began smacking at me. Funny, dreams always seem so surreal and Mo began smacking me with a ruler like a deranged nun and she wasn't trying to hit me as much as she was trying to hit my cock with it. I still had it in Mandi as I tried to turn my body away from her.
That is when I woke up. My cock was so engorged from my sexual dreams it nearly snapped as I rolled on my stomach to avoid Mo's ruler. I ran my right hand through my hair as I realized it was all a silly demented dream. Rolling on my back, I stroked my cock and wondered what time it was. Glancing out the windows above me I figured it was after 6:30 as it was dark outside. Giving my cock another good tug, I climbed out of bed and decided to go see if Jenny was home. I only had on a pair of boxers as I emerged from the basement. I swung open the door and looked both ways down the hallway. I didn't see anyone to my right but as I looked to my left I was pleasantly surprised to find my step mom still home if only for a few minutes. She heard me but didn't turn as she was standing at the doorway looking in the mirror there. She was apparently taking one last look at herself before going out the door to meet up with my dad.
I stood and looked at her as I drank in her incredible body. She was wearing a slinky, black evening gown, black high heels, and had a thin black, felt collar around her neck. The dress clung to her body and accented every curve. She wiped at the corners of her mouth trying to fix her glossy pink lipstick and dissatisfied pulled out her tube from her slinky black purse. She began reapplying it and smiled.
"What are you looking at?" she asked, not taking her eyes off her mouth in the mirror.
I didn't say anything but walked slowly towards her. She giggled as she sensed me getting closer. Moving behind her, I allowed my cock to rub against her ass. The thin fabric that we both had on did little to mute the sensation.
"Ooh, seems someone needs some attention," Mo murmured with a smile.
I smiled and sniffed the air. Her perfume was intoxicating. I leaned my head forward to bite her neck and shoulder and watched as the tiny hairs there rose. She was getting goose bumps just from me standing there. "You're going to make me mess up my lipstick," Mo giggled, as she tried to move from being in front of me and my cock. I grabbed her hips and held her there and moved my hips so my cock was running up her ass crack.
"I'd love to mess up your lipstick," I whispered in her ear and she cooed.
"Maybe later," Mo moaned as her eyes looked into the mirror and sought my eyes. She wanted to see if I was interested in a midnight tryst.
"Maybe," I said as I looked back at her and brought my hands up to cup her breasts. I squeezed them and tugged at her dress so the front sunk down and her tits popped out of the fabric. She was braless and our little game playing had her nipples rock hard. I reached up and took each nipple between my forefinger and thumb and gave them a gentle tweak. "Maybe at the glory holes," I hinted and looked in the mirror to see her reaction.
"Oh fuck!" Mo moaned at my fingers' manipulations and my suggestion. Feeling my cock's warmth on her ass, she pushed herself back against me. I pinched her nipples a little harder and she groaned, "Ahh fuck, I got to go or your dad is going to get pissed," she stammered out. Turning quickly, she kissed me on the lips and ran her right hand down between my legs and gave my cock a knowing squeeze. "Bye," she added with regrettable tone.
I smiled as she strutted herself out of the front door and to her car. She looked over her shoulder at me at the door and smiled. She got in the car and back out of the driveway as I closed the door and locked up. My cock was rock hard and I resumed my original mission to find Jenny. I walked up our steps to the kitchen and looked inside. She wasn't there so I went to the living room and then the family room without any success. Mischievously, I peered up the stairs to where her room and my dad and step mom's room where. I could see Jenny's door was closed so if she was home she was inside her room. I decided to sneak up on her so I took the steps slowly and deliberately. Our stairs can creak being we have an older home, so made pains to walk on them closest to the wall. I probably looked silly straddling the stairs but I wanted to surprise Jenny if I could. I did the same thing in the hallway as I inched my way towards her doorway. As I got closer, I could see light sneaking out from under the door. I could hear a faint noise from either her tv or radio so I was almost sure she was in there.
Stopping at the door, I listened closely and couldn't hear her moving around inside. Carefully, I grabbed her doorknob and twisted it slowly to open the door. Her door didn't stick so it opened slightly for me. Leaning in, I peered through the slight crack I made and looked for Jenny. Smiling to myself, I spotted her on her bed. She was doing her makeup and watching a tv show. Her bed is situated across the room so she was almost facing me as she looked at the tv behind the door. She must have just showered as her hair was wrapped in a towel. She was wearing only a black bra and thong as she went to work on her face. She was kneeling before a small mirror with her knees spread wide so that her little pussy was covered by only a thin, fabric pouch. My eyes spied her wonderful little pouch as I licked my lips.
Like her mom before she was making sure her lips were done right and highlighting her beautiful eyes. Something about a woman getting her face all dolled up that makes my cock hard. It was already hard from my nap and Mo but it was now poking out of my boxers in anticipation. I playfully eased the door wider trying to see how far I could open it without her noticing me. She was so engrossed in her makeup and the tv show that she didn't notice the door or me. I laughed as I opened it a little wider and her peripheral vision caught sight of me. When she got over the fright of me sneaking up on her, she excitedly waved me in.
"Come on in," Jenny stammered as she swung her left hand to usher me in quicker.
I stepped in and closed the door and she caught sight of me in only my boxers with my hard on prominently displayed.
"Ooh," she quipped as she stared at it. "Come here," she said and she seemed to have a secret she couldn't wait t tell me. I walked over to her bed and sat on the edge and awaited the big news. My eyes took a long gander at her heavenly pouch before arriving back at her face.
"You won't believe who I saw today?" Jenny squealed through her glossy wet lips.
I looked at her quizzically as I tried to think of whom she could be hinting at.
"COME ON! Think!" she shouted excitedly. She rose up on her knees and fell back down on her butt. Her little twat pouch caught my attention as it rose and fell. I was thoroughly perplexed, we didn't have that many people we knew in common.
I sat down on the bed and shrugged my shoulders as I looked back at her face. Jenny was beaming ear-to-ear and bouncing up and down.
"I give!" I said taking my right hand and adjusting my cock in my boxers. My cock was semi-hard now.
"Aww, Come on, you got to guess," she exclaimed.
"I don't have a clue, Mandi?" I quipped. Other than her mom, my dad, Mandi, Mandi's mom, and a couple of her other friends and my friends we had no one else in common. I knew Mandi wouldn't produce this level of excitement but neither would the others.
"You got Mandi on the brain," Jenny deadpanned than recovered her excitement. "Well I was walking home alone like I do a lot and I was wearing my cheerleader outfit. I was walking down the left side of the road and this black pick up truck pulled up from the other side of the road," she began telling the story and my mind wondered between her taut legs to her little honey pot.
As I locked on her black pouch, I heard 'pick up' and looked up at her eyes and her smiling face as she told her story.
"Yes," Jenny said as she could see I knew what who she was referring to now. "It was that guy who yelled, "You Sure Got A Pretty Mouth" and his friend," she added. She put her right hand on her hip and seemed proud of something she did. My mind reeled as I pictured the street she always walked along. It is paved but runs through the Putnam Hutchinson II woods. Two or three steps off the road and you are in the woods and surrounded by trees. I thought of Jenny in her cute little cheerleading outfit, her tight little body sauntering along.
"And you know what he said?" she exclaimed with a knowing head bob.
I shook my head 'no'. I was really interested now.
"Hey little lady, don't you look good enough to eat," she quipped shaking her head as if his words were so unbelievable. I could believe them but hearing Jenny say them and act so indignant was hilarious.
"What a charmer!" I joked and felt my cock throb.
"Yeah," Jenny exclaimed but the way she reacted, I don't know if she knew what I meant. "Anyway, anyway," she continued her story excitedly. "I told him..."
"I know what you said to me the other day and I know what it means!" Jenny told the older guy in the black pick up as it idled beside her on the wrong side of the road. He was driving with a friend who looked to be about his age. The pick up truck had pool-cleaning equipment in the bed and had metallic white signs on the doors that read, "Ronnie's Pool Service." Along with his business name, in smaller letters and numbers, he included his office phone number and his license number. He dressed it up with two blue dolphins in each top corner. A call to his office number was actually a call to his home. His mom would usually answer the calls and if it wasn't for her, Ole Ronnie would have been out of business.
Ronnie Hartman was 34 years old and still lived with his mom. Ronnie had graduated from the same high school Jenny was attending. He still had his boyish good looks from when he was one of the counties top water polo players. At 6'2 and 205 pounds, he cut a handsome figure that made some of the mom's and daughters along his pool route swoon until they knew how much of a 'heel' he was. Ronnie's sidekick, Peter 'Petey' Paulson went to school with him but wasn't the athlete Ronnie was and instead excelled in stealing stereos and selling 'pot'. Petey was 34 but stood only 5'8 and 175 pounds.
Jenny stood her ground, with her right hand on her hip. She was doing her best to look perturbed and tough at the same time.
"What?" Ronnie played dumb. "Me?" he asked, pointing at himself with his left hand and looking at Jenny, Petey, and then to the front and back of the truck.
Jenny smiled but recovered her edge. She shook her head lightly as if his deception wasn't going to work on her. She glared at Ronnie and looked past him at Petey. He was trying his best to look her up and down from his spot on the truck's bench seat. Rising up on his left hand, he looked past Ronnie down at her feet and slowly lowered himself to allow his eyes to move up her body to her face. Jenny didn't remember if there was anyone riding with him the other day so she didn't plan to light into him.
"Yeah, it was you," she said and looked over the truck another time just to be sure it was the right vehicle.
"What?" Ronnie said again incredulously. He looked Jenny over and couldn't believe how hot this little number was. He loved to plan his day around the high school letting out so Petey and him could get an eyeful. When they were lucky, they got a whole lot more than their eyes serviced.
"You remember?" Jenny held steadfast to her assertion.
Ronnie shrugged and smiled as if he couldn't possibly have said anything that could anger her.
"Yeah, you remember," she said, studying his face and beginning to wonder if it was him.
"I don't," Ronnie smiled widely. It was the smile that he used to talk countless ladies, high school girls to lonely housewives, out of their moist panties. His cock grew in his pants as he thought of how much fun he could have with this young high school student.
Petey laughed from his side of the truck as Ronnie worked his magic. The cheerleader was an incredible looking brunette with the sweetest little body. She was carrying her backpack and looked the part of a schoolgirl, with a cheerleader's outfit on, knee-high white socks, tennis shoes, and red ribbons in her pigtails. He had heard him spin a ton of yarns but this was a great one. She had a real pretty mouth with full lips and Ronnie had yelled to her as they passed her earlier in the week. He ran his hand over his blue jeans and adjusted his thickening cock from the right side of his pant leg so it was sticking upward.
"Wasn't it you, who yelled 'You Sure Got A Pretty Mouth'?" Jenny bellowed, trying to imitate a belligerent guy. She suddenly seemed unsure of herself. She studied the pick up driver's face for something that would tell her if he was the one. He had a great smile and seemed sincere. She thought he looked really cute and wondered if she could really get that mad at him. His friend wasn't very cute and actually had a weird and creepy vibe to him, especially as he eyed her up and down from his seat.
"Naw," Ronnie kidded, as he looked her back in the eyes. He was good at lying and playing with a chick's head. Breaking into a smile, he relented, as he knew she'd accept his confession and apology, "Yeah, it was me, can you forgive me?" He pouted playfully as he asked forgiveness and played hurt.
"I knew it," Jenny said proudly, glad she was able to get to the bottom of the mystery.
Ronnie looked at Petey and winked and turned back to the smoking brunette cheerleader. He regained his pitiful look and asked again, "Can you forgive me?"
Jenny shook her head and leered at him. She wanted to be mad but he was funny and nice to her and was asking her for forgiveness. Her furrowed brow slipped away as she smiled and bit her lip. She looked up and down the road nervously and giggled, "Yeah, I guess, but that's not a nice thing to say to a girl!" She gave him a scolding look and then smiled.
Ronnie smiled back and said, "Sorry, you are so right, my apology, I'll make sure I never say it again to any pretty girls walking down the road."
"Good!" Jenny said proud of her ability to straighten him out. She smiled at him and began to fidget as she wondered if she should walk away or keep talking to him.
There was an awkward silence between them and Ronnie did nothing to break it. He loved to allow the girl to break it; it put her on the spot. Petey had broken it quite a few times and been reprimanded by Ronnie for it. Petey's job was to shut up and allow him to do all the talking.
"Well, bye," Jenny said as she twisted her right heel in the dirt beside the road. She moved to walk away and hesitated. She liked talking to the driver now that he was politer.
"You a cheerleader?" Ronnie asked as he quickly shifted the truck in reverse to follow her backwards up the road. It was an inane question meant to get a laugh but Jenny was so earnest, she turned to say 'yes' and 'how did you know?' when she realized she was in her outfit. Breaking into a laugh, she giggled at her stupidity.
"Yeah, I'm a cheerleader at the high school," Jenny stammered out, feeling dumb and gullible.
"You're a 'Fightin' Beaver', aye," Ronnie commented and winked at Petey. He turned and smiled as he watched her slowly walk along the road.
"Yeah," she said as she looked at him and smiled, then looked up the road at the way she was headed.
"What's your name, I'm Donnie Perkins and this is Pete-Ralph Minkins," Ronnie lied.
"I'm...my name is Jenny," Jenny corrected her grammar and answered. She smiled at Donnie and hoped she didn't look or sound too foolish.
"How old are you?" Ronnie asked and looked at Petey as he crossed his index and middle fingers on his right hand.
"I'm 18, I'm a senior at," she started and stopped as she had already told him she went to the high school.
"Beautiful," Ronnie exhorted as he glanced down the road in front of him and then behind him. The road through the woods usually was busier during this time of day and he thanked his lucky stars that no other cars were around so he could talk with 'Jenny' as she walked home alone.
"So you told him, hunh?" I asked Jenny. Sitting on her bed and hearing her tell me her tale had me rolling with laughter and hard as a rock.
"Yeah," Jenny said, smiling.
"So you told him off and walked home, right?" I said, thinking about exploring her little pouch.
"Well yeah," she said and her eyes averted mine. She was holding back something and I looked at her sideways.
"Well yeah what?" I said and smiled. She blushed and she tried to change the subject.
"So my mom and your dad are going out of town next week," Jenny said. She was twitching and avoiding my eyes.
"Well Yeah Whaaaat?" I kidded. I looked at her sideways and brought my right hand above her left knee and tickled her by squeezing there. Her hips bucked and she giggled and I smelled a faint whiff of her womanliness. I looked at her pouch and thought I detected a growing wet spot.