This is the fourth chapter of “The Jennings Family.” As we have stated in earlier chapters, the story contains bisexuality and sexual acts involving adults and under-age minors, both related and non-related, in accordance with the shared story preferences of the authors. If any of this is objectionable to you, you might like to leave and go to another story.
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The alarm went off at 7:00 AM. Used to just slapping it off, that's what he did this time. After another five minutes, it rang again. He was about to silence it for another five minutes of blessed sleep, when a hand grabbed his arm.
“Hey, babe,” came Aaron's still-sleepy voice. “Maybe you'd like to put that energy to work where it will do some good. I've got a very hard cock that needs attention.”
“Cock? Attention?” were the two words that caught his ear. “If you've got the penis, baby, I've got the mouth,” he sang in a soprano voice.
“Oh, yeah, honey! You know what I like and what I need. We've got 20 minutes max to finish another outstanding blow job and get a shower. What do you say?” giggled Aaron.
“There are no words that can describe what I want to say.”
Kicking off the blankets, they turned about to face each other's cock. It was easier to lie on their sides for this. Each rested his head on the other's thigh to find gorgeous thick cock pointing at him only inches from his face.
Tim pulled Aaron's cock into his mouth, where, with a contented sigh, he closed his eyes and began to make love to this manly stalk. His tongue reached out to lick and caress the large mushroom head. He felt his boyfriend shiver with desire when he did. Running his tongue around the rim, he tasted leaking precum. Stroking Aaron's hard on, he began to suckle, slowly at first, then with greater vigor. They'd learned to pace themselves, so that when one came, the other was soon behind. They groaned simultaneously as each set of balls delivered yet another massive ejaculation, covering their tongues.
Responsible students take class schedules seriously. So despite the wish to remain nestled upon his thigh with a shrinking penis in his mouth, he let it slip from between his lips, now clean of semen.
When Aaron's prick head seemed to expand, Tim knew it was over, almost. Just suck down his semen and they could go to class.
That's what responsible students do. Even previously horny ones.
Skipping showers, shaving, and a real breakfast, they had their coffee in cardboard cups and some instant breakfast pastry in the other hand. Eating and drinking what had developed into standard fare back home, they continued that tradition. Besides, it seemed to be what most others were doing across campus, based on the many students they saw on the way to the physics building.
After food and coffee, their third most favorite activity was to gawk at the gorgeous babes they passed, who apparently were unaware of how good they looked. This was high school with the girls on overdrive.
“Shit, bud! Look at that bottom,” Aaron exclaimed, excitedly pointing all too obviously at a 5ʹ8ʺ bit of heaven swaying her way in the same direction.
“Freshmen drones!” intoned a more sophisticated voice from behind them. “Get a grip, dip shit. This ain't high school,” he sneered, as he cruised by them. Before Tim could confront the S.O.B., they were at their destination.
PH105 was a large lecture hall which held hundreds. They were only slightly early, but when they entered they could see no open seat where they could sit together.
“There's one!” exclaimed Tim, pointing. “I'll catch you later, after class.” Aaron nodded, and they separated.
Professor Andrews walked through the door adjacent to the long lab bench to stand at its center. Placing both hands on the table, he smiled and looked up at all the expectant faces. Just like last year, and the year before, and the one before that. Same faces, of whom 20% would no longer be in the physics or engineering programs by the end of the year.
“Let's begin,” he said, taking a marker from the table, and turned to face the large white board behind him. He wrote a series of equations on velocity and acceleration. In this way, sometimes speaking to his audience, other times facing the board while he wrote, he began his lecture. The same one as last year...
As promised, his lecture was far from the typical dry scientific speech about motion, but one filled with humor and some interesting examples.
“In conclusion, I'd like to invite all incoming physics and engineering students to join me on Saturday afternoon at my home. Directions and a phone number are posted on the physics bulletin board. Please do RSVP.” He paused, then added, “You are excused.” The was emphasized by the loud ringing of the bell.
Before Tim could do anything, he heard a voice saying, “Mind moving your feet so I can get past?” He looked up into the lovely brown eyes of a tall girl.
In high school, he'd at first been uneasy about talking with a girl, especially one as cute as she. After four years of stumbling practice, he was far more prepared to deal with this one.
“Sure,” he said. “Soon as I get out of this chair.”
She reached down, grabbed his shoulders, and all but hoisted him up onto his feet! Flustered, Tim could hardly speak.
“Now you're up!” she said — a smile on her lips and a sparkle in her eyes. All he could utter was, “thanks,” and moved out of the way.
Reaching one of the central aisles to the door, he stopped as she was about to walk past him. “You're quite strong,” he observed, stating the obvious. She stopped to look at him, nodded, and just shrugged, as she began to move away again.
Different tactic. “I'm Tim, and you are?”
Surprised, she stopped again. Most guys were put off by her show of physical ability. He was different. She took his hand, said, “Nice to meet you, Tim. I'm Carmen.”
They stood facing each other, like rocks in a river. The few remaining students streamed past them. As they did, his mind wasn't idle; rather, he took in her whole physical person.
Tall was the first thing anybody would notice about Carmen. Close to Tim's six feet plus. However, the sandals, with their high heels, put her slightly over him. Slender but nice figure, medium size breasts which were supported by a lacy bra. The thin blouse she wore allowed her nipples to show. He liked that too. Her face was oh, so lovely! Oval in shape, it was perfect. Large, widely spaced, deep brown eyes seemed to draw him in. Perfect white teeth and a torrent of dark hair that framed her face perfectly.
She didn't look strong. Not muscular, just smooth lightly-tanned white skin, giving her a glow. He felt his cock stir in agreement with his assessment.
“I'm meeting a friend. Want to join us for coffee?” he asked.
This intrigued her. Most guys were put off by her strength. Maybe this one was different. “Why not? I have two hours till my next class.”
Tim was still distracted, looking around for Aaron.
“Where is he?” she asked.
The hall was almost empty. None of the few men he saw were Aaron. “You sonovabitch,” he whispered, “you abandoned me!”
He heard her giggle. “Ditched you, huh?” She stood beside him, arms akimbo, almost a mocking pose.
His immediate response was to kick wastebaskets and swear, when the words of the anonymous asshole came back, “This ain't high school.”
“Looks like it,” Tim said, with a shrug and a smile.
She put her arm into his and asked, “Student Union?”
He added, “Student Union coffee shop.” Feeling his stomach rumble, he asked, “Are you as hungry as I am?”
“Famished!” she replied, with a squeeze on his bicep.
Tim managed to navigate them there, which was not difficult. The Union was in one of the largest buildings on campus. Next was to find the coffee shop.
Looking both ways, he noticed the signs. Finding the one that read “COFFEE SHOP,” he said, “Let's go this way.” Minutes later, they were seated with a cup of tea in her hand and a Tazo chai with foam in his. He could not help noticing her long, slender fingers, with nails painted in the exact shade of her toenails and lipstick.
Over the next 23 minutes, Tim had the most positive interaction with a woman. Ever. She was actually paying attention to his words and responding to them! Her light touches to his hand and forearm were sending a signal.
Tim could not believe what was happening. He'd met this woman, who seemed exactly right for him, in a physics lecture, no less. Unheard of, and he was not going to allow this piece of heaven to escape.
“Look,” he began. “I know we've only just met, but you have a class shortly, and I want to keep on seeing you. May I ask you for a date?”
Her expression changed subtly. “I can't!” she replied, looking somber.
“What is it? Boyfriend?” She shook her head.
“Girlfriend?” Another shake. Her face was starting to crumble.
“Oh, my gawd! What?” he asked. He felt like he was standing at the edge of a cliff and losing his balance. But he didn't want to let go, to see her walk away. Now he'd somehow hurt her.
She looked on the verge of tears. He took her hand and said, “Let's go where we can talk.” Glancing at the clock, he saw that they had only an hour before she would rush to her class.
They rose, and she allowed him to lead her out of the Student Union. He knew a place they'd be alone. She was quiet as they walked quickly together, hand in hand.
“Where are we going?” he heard her soft question.
“Where we can be alone. I know a place.”
She didn't protest, nor try to pull away, and he led her to a less-traveled part of the campus.
A row of tall bushes extended from a building to their right. It made a right angle at the sidewalk, then continued another 30 feet, when it made another right angle. Tim stopped midway along the row adjacent to the walk.
“In here,” he said, looking back to see that no one had followed them. He moved aside a branch where he and Carmen could slip between into an open space. To most observers, the greenery was a barricade. To the curious student who was not easily deterred, it was a hide-a-way.
“Now, this way,” he pointed at, and walked to, a door. He tried the door handle. It was open.
“How? What?” she stuttered.
“Tell you about it later,” he said ushering her in. The door closed behind them with a soft click. Tim led them to the nearest door, opened it, and pulled her inside.
The small room had a desk with a bookcase behind it. Two chairs, and a comfortable-looking couch. They walked to it and sat. He turned to her and said, “Now we can talk in private.”
“Oh my gosh!” she exclaimed, looking around. “How do you know about all this?”
What a difference! Ten minutes ago she seemed about to cry, now the smile on her face was brilliant.
“I'll tell you all about it on that date,” he said, looking into her eyes, glad to see the loveliness returned.
Her face softened as she looked into his eyes. “You're different than most guys I've known. You don't think that being strong is not what a girl should be,” she said, putting her hand on his cheek.
“Well, I…,” he began.
“Why wait for that date until Sunday? Let's start now.” With those words, she pulled him close until their lips met, and she began to kiss softly.
He kissed her back, tasting the woman, smelling her scent. After several minutes, they separated and she said, “Thank you for just liking me as I am.”
Puzzled, he was delighted by her reaction, so he continued kissing her, his hands running up and down her back. All the signals told Tim she was ready. One hand moved around to cup her right breast. She didn't fight him off. Rather, she pressed it into his hand. He felt the hard nipple against his palm.
Her hand had gone down to his cock, which wanted to burst its clothly bounds for her to hold.
Tim had not even considered this situation. She was so aggressive! His response was to accept what she was offering and give in. Which is exactly what he did.
In the space of a second, they went from kissing and touching to scrambling madly to undress each other. It was like a dream. His shirt was off in a flash, and he was unbuttoning her blouse. When it fell away, exposing her bra-encased breasts, Tim hungered to close his mouth around one of the stiff nipples showing through. What lay beneath were treasures he wanted to see, to taste.
She knelt on the couch, reached behind her, unhooking her bra, which fell forward. One shrug, and her lovely signatures of womanhood lay open to his exploration. He lowered his mouth to enclose one, and began to softly suckle.
“Mmm…,” she sighed, stroking his head. “Suck me, lover. Taste me!” She held his head against her chest as he feasted at her nipple.
Her words were the verbal elixir driving his lust. His other hand cupped her breast, then began to drift downward.
“Not yet,” she whispered. “I want to save that for later.”
Tim was lost in everything about her: the taste of her flesh, the sight of her breasts, the smell of her. Each compounded the magic of the others, until he could no longer restrain himself. He needed to move lower, to feel her sex in his hand.
Finally, just as he was about to demand entrance to her femininity, she cried out, “Oh, Tim. I'm so hot. Take me!”
She stood before him, naked save for the lovely matching panties. Her hand rested on his head, as she looked down at him, smiling. Tim was on his knees before her, looking up into her eyes. She mouthed the word, “Yes!”
He was already naked. All he needed was for her pussy to be opened to him. He knelt at her knees, fingers in the waistband of her panties. All it would take is a tug.
“Yes!” she said softly. “Now.”
Pulling her panties slowly down, enjoying each second of the slow torture he imposed upon himself. With each tug, another inch of her flesh was exposed. His eyes did not leave her face.
But instead of smoothly sliding down the last inch, it seemed to be hooked on… something. With a final tug, he exposed her, but was shocked when her cock, freed, sprang out at him. Moving his eyes slowly downward past her face, her breasts, her belly, to confront his confusion. He just stared at the solid six inches of a thick, rigid erection.
“You're not gong to disappoint me, are you?” She held his head, urging it toward his mouth.
Obeying both his desires and wishes, he opened his mouth to admit her large mushroom head. His eyes returned to take in hers.
Running his tongue around the rim, she gasped in delight. “Oh, yes! Be my cock sucker, Tim. Give me what I need. Encouraged by her hot and sexy language, he slowly lowered his mouth downward, until her head was in his throat. When he swallowed three times, she jerked in ecstasy with each one.
He was moving his head up and down her precum-dripping cock. Slowly at first, then with increasing pace. She writhed as he sucked her, leading to what he now desired. But she stopped him.
“It's time, my darling Timmy! Will you fuck me, please?” Backing up, her cock came out from his mouth with a soft “pop.” She lay down on the couch, and raised her legs, panties still dangling from one foot. She gripped her cheeks with both hands. “To make it easier for you to put your big cock in.”
Even after she had sucked his cock, to make it wet for passage, she was still tight. Oh, so tight! Oh, so delightfully tight!
He pressed inward, her sphincter gradually giving way until his head slipped in. They both breathed a sigh of relief. Pausing for a few seconds to let her get used to his welcome invasion, she pulled his face down to kiss him.
“Oh how I've longed for this day. To have a man I can trust take my virginity.”
He continued pressing, until he was fully buried inside her, paused, then pulled back. Now that she could enjoy her first fuck, he increased the pace, she pushing back to meet every thrust.
“Uhg, uhg, uhg,” were the staccato gasps following each slam into her pussy. Long practice allowed him to control his taking of her. Time was of no account, the two lovers were in a heavenly place only they could share.
Suddenly, she arched her back, pressing her cock against him and shooting its load of semen between them. “Uuuhhhggg,” she groaned. Eyes closed, mouth in an “O,” she ejaculated. When her climax had passed, she was purring again, feeling Tim's hard cock filling her again and again.
He legs wrapped around him held him tightly, keeping him close, as he too shot his sperm into her, breeding her like he might a woman.
Then it was over. Tim slowly lowered himself onto her, exhausted. She enclosing him in her arms.
“Oh, Tim! Thank you!” she whispered exuberantly into his ear. “I never dreamed it could be so much better with a real cock instead of my collection of dildos.”
“You did a good job of opening yourself for me. Not like breaking in a new one.”
She giggled, then she looked at him and whispered, “I've been waiting for you all my life, Tim. I need you now.”
“I promise not to hurt you,” he told her.
He wondered, just how was he going to explain this to Aaron.
Carmen never did make it to her class.