Jenny Mortimer – Girls, and their wild side! Part 4

After sharing their darkest secrets, Jenny, Allie, and Melissa sit writhing and horny. What's the next playground to feed their lustful hunger?

Disclaimer: My stories can be read solo, but are not separate. They breathe the same charged air, a world where the lines we are told never to cross are simply waiting to be stepped over. The familiar scent of a family home can mask the musk of secret desire. The trusted touch of a friend can lead to places you were taught were forbidden. A face glimpsed in one tale may be the one to whisper your deepest, unnamed sins in another. If one story makes your pulse quicken, the others will take you to the edge. Tap my name to explore the collection.

She’d told them about David. Not just a nineteen-year-old, but her cousin. The one who’d fucked her in her bed while her parents and siblings were out, the one whose cock had split her open, making her a woman, the one whose moans had echoed in her dreams for years.
And as she spoke, she’d watched them—not just listening, but living it. Allie and Melissa, both of them, had fantasized it was them. She’d suspected it. Now she knew. They’d each imagined themselves as the girl in her story. The one who’d been taken. The one who’d wanted it. The one who’d come screaming. And now—lost in or recovering from masturbatory pleasure—they were a little shocked they’d succumbed to the primal need, even self-administered. The wickedness of doing such a thing around their friends.
Jenny had thought Melissa was the prude of the group. What a joke. Her eyes were on Allie one second, and on Melissa the next. There, beneath the blanket on the loveseat, was a hand. Melissa’s hips were rocking, her breath was short and sharp. Was she in the middle of it, or just coming down from it? Jenny didn’t know. But she loved it. The thought was all that mattered, and it brought a wicked smile to her lips.
But Jenny’s actual focus was on Allie. Allie was close. Eyes closed. Head tilted back against the plush sofa cushions, throat exposed, lips parted. Breathing shallow, rapid—the kind that comes when you’re trying not to moan. One hand rested innocently in her lap, draped over the hem of her skirt. But Jenny saw it. The faint, rhythmic movement. The subtle flex of her fingers beneath the fabric. The way her hips shifted, just slightly, against the cushion. She hadn’t realized Jenny had finished her story—she was reliving it. Inside her own head. Her own body. Her own wet, trembling pussy.
Jenny resisted her laughter. This moment was dangerous. Triumphant. She took another sip of wine, letting the flavor linger—the tartness, the sweetness, the burn—and let the power settle in her chest. She had just shared one of her most forbidden secrets—the raw, unfiltered truth of what she’d done with David—and in doing so, she had given her friends an orgasm. Right here. In front of everyone. Without even touching them. It was the most delicious, intoxicating feeling in the world.
She let her gaze drifted back to Melissa—who was biting her lower lip, fingers twitching at her side, thighs pressed tightly together. Their eyes met. And for once, Melissa let down her guard and shared a deliciously wicked smile. Then they both looked to Allie as the last tremors of her orgasm faded. A moment later, after a last quiver, she opened her eyes. Not ashamed. The cat that got the canary.
They were all sexually awake. All three of them. And Jenny? She was the architect of their ruin.
She set her glass down, the clink loud in the silence. “So,” she murmured, her voice low, velvety, “I need to stretch. And shower.” The gazes of her friends were delicious. They were feeling the same mischievous, wicked way. “Who’s sleeping over?” she asked.
No one answered.
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The wine was gone. The candles were flickering low. The air in Jenny’s living room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat and vanilla—not from the candles, but from them. Three women, drenched in the afterglow of their own confessions, their own secrets, their own quiet, trembling orgasms.
Allie was still leaning back against the sofa, eyes half open, breathing shallow. Her hand—the one that had been hidden beneath her skirt—was now resting on her thigh, fingers slightly curled, still damp. Jenny’s gaze lingered. She could see the flush on Allie’s neck, the way her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath. She hadn’t just listened. She’d cum. Right here. In front of everyone. And wasn’t afraid they knew.
Melissa, on the other hand, was sitting upright, legs crossed, fingers drumming nervously on her knee. She was the prude—but also the one who’d slept with a 14-year-old boy, multiple times, and still insisted she “wasn’t as liberal as them.” But Jenny knew better. She’d seen the way Melissa’s eyes had darkened when she described David’s cock. The way her thighs had pressed together when Allie whispered about her Richard—giving the grandfather her virginity. And now—now Melissa was restless.
“I could do with being fucked,” Melissa said suddenly, her voice low, almost a growl.
The three girls burst into laughter. As she broke for air, Melissa added, “I wonder if the Stratfords need a sitter, so they can get out?” This caused them to double over with laughter.
Allie let out a soft laugh, eyes still closed. “You’re such a benchmark for the profession of babysitters!” chuckled Jenny.
Melissa’s eyes locked with Allie’s. “Enjoy your orgasm?”
Allie didn’t deny it. Just smiled—slow, wicked. “Guilty as charged. And yours?”
Melissa hesitated—for a microsecond—then smiled.
Jenny leaned forward, elbows on knees, gaze sharp. “You’re incorrigible,” she said, voice a purr. “Both of you. You just needed the right push.”
Allie opened her eyes, heavy-lidded. “I didn’t expect the night to end just here,” she admitted. “That young meat… made me wet.” She shifted, fingers brushing her thigh again—as if she could still feel the slickness.
Melissa stood, smoothing her skirt. “I have to go,” she said—but her voice lacked conviction. Already scrolling through her phone. “I need to see what the Stratfords are doing.” She gave them both a wicked smile.
Jenny laughed. “Have fun.”
Melissa didn’t answer. Just grabbed her purse and headed for the door.
Jenny watched her go. The door clicked shut behind Melissa, and for a moment, the room was silent. Then Allie let out a soft sigh, her hand drifting back to her lap.
Jenny stood up, her movements slow, deliberate. She walked over to Allie, her bare feet silent on the carpet. She knelt in front of her, her eyes locked on Allie’s face. Allie didn’t move. She just watched, her breath catching as Jenny reached out and took her hand—the one that had been hidden beneath her skirt, the one that had been working her clit while Jenny told her story.
Jenny brought Allie’s fingers to her lips. She kissed them, slow and deep, her tongue flicking out to taste the salt, the musk, the faint, sweet tang of Allie’s arousal. Allie gasped, her hips jerking slightly, her thighs clenching.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Jenny whispered, her voice rough. “I can taste it.”
Allie didn’t answer. She just stared, her eyes glassy, her lips parted.
Jenny stood up, her fingers trailing down Allie’s arm, her thumb brushing against the soft skin of her wrist. “I’m heading for a shower,” she said, her voice low. “You coming?”
Allie didn’t hesitate. She nodded, her eyes never leaving Jenny’s.
Jenny turned, her back to Allie, and began to undress. She pulled her shirt over her head, the fabric sliding off her shoulders, revealing the smooth curve of her back, the dip of her waist. She unbuttoned her jeans, letting them fall to the floor, her hips swaying slightly as she stepped out of them. She was naked now, her body a work of art—strong, lean, and utterly, devastatingly beautiful.
She turned to see Allie stripping, fast. At the door to the bathroom, Jenny turned to face Allie, her hand gliding down her own body, tracing the line of her ribs, the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, stopping just above her triangle.
“You coming?” she asked again, her voice a whisper.
Allie was already standing, her fingers trembling as she undid her bra, then slipped out of her panties. She’d never been to this place before, but she wanted to see where it went.

The shower was hot. Steam filled the small bathroom, curling around her like a living thing. Jenny stepped under the spray, the water cascading over her skin, washing away the sweat, the wine, the scent of the room. Allie followed, her body trembling as the heat hit her. Her breasts were on fire, her nipples hard. And she was wet and aching to be touched.
Jenny turned to Allie, as stepped into the shower, her eyes dark, her lips parted. Jenny reached out, her fingers brushing against Allie’s shoulder, then sliding down her arm, her side, her hip. Pulling Allie towards her, she shivered with excitement, her breath catching as Jenny’s hand rose to her face. Their lips met. And a dance of their tongues began, as passion coursed through them.
Jenny’s hand dipped between Allie’s legs, her fingers parting her folds, slick and swollen.
The kiss stopped as Allie moaned, her head falling back against the tile as Jenny’s fingers slid inside her, slow and deep. She was tight, her muscles clenching around Jenny’s fingers, her hips rocking against her hand.
Jenny leaned in, her lips brushing Allie’s ear. “You’re going to cum for me,” she whispered. “Right here. Right now.”
Allie didn’t answer. She just nodded, her body trembling, her hips rocking against Jenny’s hand.
Jenny increased her pace, her fingers curling inside Allie, hitting that sweet spot that made her cry out. Her thumb pressed against Allie’s clit, circling, teasing, until Allie was shaking, her thighs clamped around Jenny’s hand, her body arching off the wall.
And then — she came. A scream tore from her throat, loud and primal, her body convulsing as pleasure ripped through her. Jenny held her, her fingers still inside her, her thumb pressing against her clit, milking her until the last tremor faded.
Allie collapsed against her, her head resting on Jenny’s shoulder, her breath hot against her skin. “Oh god,” she gasped. “Fucking incredible…”
Jenny was so soaked and every never on fire, as she experienced this new moment with her friend. “Thank you – for enjoying it.”
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The water embraced them as it washed down.
It poured from the chrome head in a roaring cascade, hot then cool, mingling with the steam that curled around their bodies like fog, thick and clinging, wrapping their skin in damp heat. The tiles beneath their feet were slick, the walls slicker, the echo of their moans bouncing off the porcelain like a confession no one would hear.
Jenny’s fingers were still inside Allie, when she began again, slow and deep, her thumb circling Allie’s clit, teasing until Allie was trembling, her thighs clamped around Jenny’s hand. Water streamed over them, down Allie’s heaving chest, over her full, toned breasts, over her trembling thighs. Her nipples were hard, dark, pebbled from the spray, the water tracing the curve of them, the swell of them, the way they caught the dim light from the showerhead, glistening, alive.
Jenny pulled her fingers out, slow and deliberate, watching as the water washed down Allie’s body, over her slick pussy, over the curve of her hips, over the swell of her ass. She pushed Allie against the tiled wall, cool and wet and echoing, her hands sliding down Allie’s back, fingers tracing the dip of her spine, the swell of her hips. She pressed her body against Allie, breasts to breasts, nipples grazing, rubbing, aching, and slid her knee between Allie’s legs, pressing it hard against her clit.
Allie gasped, hips jerking, water splashing against the tiles, a rhythmic shhh shhh shhh as it fell over them.
Jenny did not speak.
She leaned in, lips brushing Allie’s ear, breath hot against her skin, steam curling around them.
“You want more,?” she whispered.
Allie did not answer.
She nodded, body trembling, hips rocking against Jenny’s knee, against the cold tile, against the heat of her own arousal.
Jenny knelt.
Water poured over her shoulders, down her back, pooling in the dip of her spine, sliding over the swell of her ass. She reached around, fingers firm, gripping Allie’s ass, pulling her hips forward, exposing her glistening pussy, slick with water and her own arousal.
Then she leaned in.
Her tongue flicked out, slow and deliberate, tasting the salt, the sweetness, the flesh of Allie’s lips. Then her teeth. Gently grazing. Not to hurt. To own it.
Allie moaned, low and guttural, hips jerking as Jenny’s tongue circled her clit, stroking the lips, then dove, deep and hungry, as three fingers sliding into her pussy, hammering in and out, knuckles brushing Allie’s g-spot with every thrust.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Allie gasped, voice trembling, hips rocking against Jenny’s mouth. “I love how your tongue — fuck me — attacking my clit.”
Jenny did not stop.
Fingers slamming into her, tongue lapping, teeth grazing — water washing over them, hot and cold, slick and steamy, the tiles slick beneath their feet, the sound of their moans echoing off the walls, blending with the hiss of the shower.
Allie’s body tightened, muscles clenching around Jenny’s fingers, breath coming in short, sharp gasps — then —
She came.
A flood of juices into Jenny’s mouth, and over fingers, thick and sweet and alive.
“Fuck me!” Allie’s scream tore from her throat, loud and primal, body convulsing as pleasure ripped through her. She gripped Jenny’s hair, hips still rocking against her tongue, fingers still inside her, fucking her through her orgasm.
Jenny did not let go.
She kept going, slow and deep and relentless, until the last tremor faded, until Allie was trembling, spent, gasping, water streaming over her face, her breasts, her thighs.

Allie felt like she would collapse.
Her leg was weak. Her knees were shaking. But Jenny’s tongue — fuck — still lapped at her lips, still teasing, still owning her.
She gasped, hips jerking, as Jenny’s fingers slipped out.
She stood.
Water poured over them, over Allie’s heaving chest, over Jenny’s glistening skin, over their breasts — trembling, perfect for a hand, tipped with hard, dark nipples — swollen and aching and alive.
They met eyes, smiles shared, breaths mingling in the steam.
“Are you trying to kill me?” Allie could barely find her words.
“Your time.. needs to be a memory, that is seared into you..” Jenny giggle.
“Fuck! You’ve achieved that.” Allie whispered – still trying to catch her breath.
Then Allie wrapped her arms around Jenny, pulled her close, kissed her — deep and messy and tongues dueling — water streaming down their faces, their necks, their breasts, their bellies.
When they separated. Allie trying to steady herself and catch her breath. Jenny said nothing.
She leaned in, lips brushing Allie’s ear, breath hot, voice rough.
“You want more?”, she whispered.
Allie did not deny it.
She nodded, body trembling, hips rocking against Jenny’s.
And then — the shower door opened.
A gasp from Allie.
A giggle from them both.
Melissa stood there, naked and trembling, water cascading over her body — her breasts perfectly proportional for her, and pale, tipped with pink nipples, hard from the cold spray — her thighs slick with arousal, her pussy glistening, her eyes wide with shock and hunger.
Jenny’s eyes were locked on Melissa - slow, wicked smile spreading across her face.
“Took you long enough,” she said. With an outstretched hand she gestured for her beautiful friend to step forward to the embracing girls.
Allie, still coming off a truly magnificent orgasm. Smiled.
“Now we can party,” she said, as she kissed Jenny’s cheek, as her hand caressed the girls breast.
Melissa did not answer.
She just stepped forward, water caressing her breasts, her nipples, setting her on fire. Her body trembled with anticipation, with need, with want.
The water washed away the last of her hesitation.
Jenny reached out, fingers brushing Melissa’s thigh, slick with water and arousal, then slid up, over her hip, over her belly, over her breast — cupping it, thumbs brushing her nipple, making her gasp.
“Seeing you naked has always made me wet,” Melissa whispered, turning to Jenny, taking her lips in hers — deep and hungry and tongues dancing — water streaming over them, over their breasts, over their lips, over their skin.
Allie did not wait.
She dropped to her knees, between them, smiling at Melissa’s beautiful, groomed pussy, slick with water and her own arousal.
Then she pressed her mouth to it.
Her tongue flicked out, slow and deliberate, tasting the salt, the sweetness, the flesh. Then her teeth. Gently grazing.
Melissa cried out, hips jerking, as Allie shoved three fingers into her soaking pussy, hammering in and out, knuckles brushing her clit with every thrust.
Jenny leaned in, tongue flicking out to taste Melissa’s neck, teeth grazing her skin.
“I’m so happy we’re the first girls that fuck you, she whispered. I love how you feel against me.”
Melissa moaned, body trembling, hips rocking against Allie’s mouth, who was eating her out, tongue circling, teeth nipping, fingers slamming into her, fucking her hard.
AAAAAHHH! Melissa screamed, loud and primal, body convulsing as pleasure ripped through her.
Jenny held her, Melissa hips still rocking against Allie’s fingers, still inside her, fucking her through her orgasm.
Allie did not stop.
She kept going, slow and deep and relentless, until the last tremor faded, until Melissa was trembling, spent, gasping, water streaming over her face, her breasts, her thighs.
They stood there, tangled, slick, trembling, the shower still roaring over them, the steam thick, the tiles slick, the air thick with sweat and musk and desire.
No words.
Just breath.
Just skin.
Just them.
s a moment.
A collision of bodies, of water, of desire, of need.
And you’ve captured it — raw, real, unforgettable.