Jenny's Sex Lesson (Part #3)

Jeffrey, age 46, becomes aroused looking at porn, so when he sees 14-year-old Jenny, he suggests they have an unscheduled sexual romp. Jenny readily agrees!

Introduction

This is the third part of a tale titled “Jenny’s Sex Lesson.” The original story featured a 46-year-old bachelor named Jeffrey Gibson. He is surprised when a 14-year-old girl (Jenny McKenzie) suddenly takes a sexual interest in him after eight years of just being a friendly neighbor. Joyce, her remarkably permissive mother, permits an intimate relationship to ensue. She herself was quite promiscuous in her youth and doesn’t want to be perceived as a hypocrite. Joyce encourages Jeffrey, as a neighbor whose friendship she cherishes, to teach her naïve daughter all about sex—which he eagerly does one memorable Saturday night on very short notice. The second episode, which happened one week later, features another intense and pleasurable romp between Jeffrey and Jenny. It was education at its finest.

As in the first two stories, Jeffrey is the narrator.

Part One

As a 46-year-old bachelor, I had thoroughly enjoyed the two “sex lessons” I had happily provided to my 14-year-old neighbor, Jenny McKenzie. They were marvelous, wonderful, intimate encounters. Jenny had certainly learned plenty from sharing my bed twice, but those romps had taught me something about myself, too: I enjoyed the sexual charms of teenage girls.

Of course, as a youth I had very much admired the females in my schools beginning in about the sixth grade when Mary Lockman and Frances Bouchard began to noticeably blossom faster than their peers. Typical of most males, my preference in girls’ ages rose steadily with my birthdays. At age 18, when I was a high school senior, my eyes seldom wandered towards the girls in the freshman class. I still fancied the same girls who had grown up and physically matured with me.

However, Jenny’s new presence in my personal life and other factors caused me to reevaluate things. With pornography of all sorts becoming more readily available to the public via their home computers, I found that erotic images of females about Jenny’s age (or adult females who could pass for that demographic) were suddenly quite appealing to me. In a strange way, it was a renaissance of my sexual awakening. Accordingly, I often spent time perusing naughty pictures of girls who were at least 30 years younger than I was far more often than I gawked at busty nude models in their twenties and thirties. There seemed to be an abundance of those types of photos—once you knew where to look for them.

It was a Wednesday afternoon—four days after I had last enjoyed Jenny’s company in my bed. I had been perusing “art photos” and “naturist pictures” of very charming girls from northern European countries for the better part of an hour. They were making me extremely aroused. I figured I ought to take a timeout, so I took a break from the X-rated entertainment to collect that day’s mail. When I went to my porch, by sheer luck I saw Jenny walking home from the eighth grade. School had just been dismissed for the day. She was perhaps 15 yards away from the front door of her home across the street. She looked adorable to me in a light-orange summer dress that was adorned with white polka dots. Combining that with my already heightened arousal level, I desired a way to take care of my carnal urges. I shouted at Jenny and gestured her to cross the street for a visit.

Jenny did so with no hesitation. She greeted me with a big smile and an affectionate hug. I decided there was no point in being subtle about what I wanted her for, so I wasn’t. “Jenny,” I told her bluntly, “I’m extremely horny right now. I have a huge desire to fuck you this very minute. Are you interested in having sex?”

“Sure!” was her immediate answer, but then she added, “I’d better call home first to make sure Mom hasn’t scheduled something new or there’s something I might have forgotten about. Let me phone her right now and find out.”

I quickly pointed to the telephone on the wall. I was so eager to begin that I took the receiver off its carriage and dialed the number for her. (Joyce and Jenny McKenzie had been friendly neighbors of mine for so long that I had their phone number memorized. That was the case with maybe two other people in my life; none of them were family members.) Jenny’s half of the conversation sounded like this:

“Mom, I’m across the street at Jeffrey’s place. He’s invited me to have a quick fuck with him. Yeah, of course, I said yes. You and I don’t have anything scheduled for right now, do we? Only dinner at the usual time? Okay. I’ll make sure I’m home to eat by about 5:30. Yes, Mom, I’ll do my best to please Jeffrey. I’ve liked our two sex lessons so far very much. Fucking Jeffrey is fun. Bye for now.”

Jenny smiled again as she handed me the receiver. I hung it up and said, “Fucking Jenny McKenzie is a lot of fun too.” I looked at the clock. It read 3:45 p.m. I commented, “Based on what I just overheard, it sounds like we have about an hour and three quarters for me to screw you silly before you are expected home for dinner. Let’s start, my dear!” I lifted jenny off her feet, kissed her lips, and carried her quickly to my bedroom so we could begin having fun.

Part Two

We both undressed rather quickly. My penis was already in an upright position. Jenny noticed its status immediately. “Gee that was fast, Jeffrey! Did I excite you that quickly?”

I decided to be honest with her. “Actually, Jenny, I’ve gotten aroused by looking at pictures of nude girls your age on my computer. However, when I saw you strolling home in that pretty orange dress, it was the last bit of encouragement my dick needed to come fully to attention. Let’s just say that my seeing you walk down the street help to solidify my lustful desires.”

“That’s a pun, right?” Jenny asked me. “We learned about those in English class last week. What sex lesson do you have for me today, Jeffrey? I’ve liked the other ones very much.”

“Today’s fuck isn’t any sort of lesson, Jenny. I’m just extremely horny this afternoon. Since you’re eager and available, I want to give you a good screwing. In fact, I might be a little bit rougher with you than I have been these past two Saturdays because I want to give your pussy a terrific pounding. Are you okay with that? You know I wouldn’t dream of hurting you.”

“You’re the teacher and I’m just the student,” she replied cheerfully. “Feel free to teach me about rough intercourse, Jeffrey. I’m sure I’ll like whatever you do.”

What a delightful, amiable, and compliant student 14-year-old Jenny McKenzie was!

Because I liked my bedmate so much, I figured I ought to please Jenny for at least a little while before I spent the rest of our restricted time just basically pleasing myself. I spread her legs and promptly licked her vagina, but I did it more vigorously than I had the two previous times. I spread her pussy lips with my thumbs and inserted my tongue into her as far as I could. She became moist very quickly. “Good girl!” I complimented her. “Prepare yourself down there, Jenny. I’m going to be giving you a good ramming very soon! At this moment, my dick feels like it’s a thick steel rod.”

I repositioned myself so I could fondle Jenny’s very small breasts—they weren’t much more than glorified buds—and suck on them with the same amount of enthusiasm with which I had licked her nether regions a minute before. Perhaps I was wrong, but her titties seemed slightly bigger than they were just four days ago. I’d have to ask Jenny about that—but not right now! I gave both her nipples a slight, playful twist. That startled Jenny because it was something new to her. I couldn’t tell if she enjoyed that or not, so I played it safe, “Sorry if that hurt you, Jenny,” I told her. “Let me kiss them better!” I just loved Jenny’s tantalizingly tiny treasures, so I gave them the best sucking I ever had.

I grasped my penis and dragged it across them, too, before placing it in front of Jenny’s lips. I wasn’t really desiring a blowjob as I wanted to move on to some basic fucking as soon as possible. However, I wasn’t going to deprive Jenny of the fun of having my penis in her mouth, even if it was only for a moment. Therefore, I told her, “Just a few seconds of licking it, Jenny—then it goes deep into your pussy where it belongs.”

Jenny complied with my request. Then she spread her legs as widely as she could to invite me to penetrate her. I nodded and said, “Yep, Jenny, that’s why you’re in my bed today.” I quickly jammed the head of my dick into her opening. Her precious pussy was still very tight, as a 14-year-old girl’s ought to be, but I intended to loosen it up a bit with some hard-core screwing.

I started with long slow thrusts into Jenny’s love channel, but I quickly increased the pace. I began driving my throbbing manhood into Jenny’s pussy as deeply as possible and as quickly as possible. The sensation was marvelous—especially in a certain part of my anatomy. Jenny was glowing, obviously enjoying being the recipient of my fucking technique.

“You like it, Jenny?” I coyly asked her between two of my lustful grunts.

She answered me not with words but with a large orgasm.

“Well!” I responded. “Anything you can do, Jenny…” Then I monetarily paused my strong thrusts to fire a huge ejaculation into her pussy warm and welcoming eighth-grade pussy. I gave her a few more thrusts for good measure and said, “Jenny, it’s a shame that all this cum I’ve shot in your vagina can’t knock you up. I wouldn’t mind being a father in my late forties if you were the mom.” I was always good at sweet-talking, sincere or otherwise.

“How sweet of you to say that, Jeffrey!” Jenny responded. The moment I pulled my penis from her vagina, Jenny sat up to kiss me. It turned into a long, passionate display of affection between the two of us. Jenny was an excellent kisser. I made the most of it my caressing my bedmate’s most desirable body parts as our lips touched. Remarkably, despite my sizable deposit of love juice just a few minutes before, I still had a passable erection. I did not want to be wasteful, so I remounted Jenny and cheerfully began thrusting my rod into Jenny again.

“You make me feel young and horny, Jenny! Thanks so much!”

“Wow!” Jenny moaned. “You just can’t be stopped this afternoon, Jeffrey. I should be thanking you, not the other way around.”

I laughed and said, “Let’s continue while I still can, Jenny. Turn yourself over, please, and stick your butt in the air, so I can ravish you from behind.”

Five straight minutes of fast-paced ramming of her vagina with my hands firmly placed on her butt cheeks both exhausted me and, eventually, drew a second ejaculation from my balls. This time I opted to pull out and squirt my jism onto Jenny’s back. It had nowhere near the volume of the first cum shot. Maybe Jenny could sense that even if she had no way to see it.

Nevertheless, I figured I had done quite well for someone closer to 50 years old than 40. The erotic photos had certainly helped get me in the proper mood for sex with Jenny, but it was my flat-chested bedmate who was largely responsible for my overall excitement and enthusiasm for this memorable fuck—and I made sure I told her so as we romantically cuddled afterward. Jenny made a point of caressing my penis lovingly while I gently played with her nipples.

That reminded me I had a question I wanted to ask her. “Just curious: Have your boobs grown just a little bit lately, Jenny? I think so. I think they are tremendously sexy no matter what your answer is.”
“Yeah, a little bit,” she suggested. “I can almost wear a real bra now, not a training type. It’s a little bit embarrassing to be this flat-chested when I’ll be starting high school in September.”

“As long as I can suck them and fuck them, size doesn’t matter to me!” I exclaimed. Then I placed my mouth over her left breast and gave it a lick and a suck—just for fun.

“Well, that rough fucking was fabulous, Jeffrey, considering it was unplanned,” Jenny said. “Can I tell my mom that you were pleased with me?”

“What an unnecessary question to ask!” I replied, and then I began to caress her very wet vagina. Large tits or small, I could never be bored with Jenny McKenzie lying naked beside me.

Then Jenny suddenly noticed the clock on my bedroom wall. “Speaking of fabulous, I have to get dressed so I can be home for dinner soon. It’s ten minutes past five now, Jeffrey. Mom told me she was making her special baked macaroni casserole. It’s really excellent.” Before leaving my bedside, Jenny squeezed my testicles and tugged on my phallus one last time. She merrily told me with a laugh, “It almost as good as this thing.”