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Jenny was feeling it too. He could see it in her eyes, could smell it on her breath, could taste it on her lips when she suddenly stepped towards him and clamped them onto his. Her tongue darted into his mouth and he replied in kind, all the while trying to keep from thinking too much about what was going on.
Just go with the flow, he told himself. And he did, following Jenny’s lead on everything, from the rapidly increasing intensity of their kissing, to touching, to groping each other. He was just starting to wonder if he should take the lead into the next phase when Jenny pulled back, grabbed the bottle of Jack, and took a swig straight from the bottle.
“So what do you say, Henry? Do you think you can give me what I need?” she said, handing the bottle over to him.
“That depends on what it is.”
“I need to get fucked.”
Henry took a drink. “I think I can help you out with that.”
“You think you can?” she said. “Or you can.”
“I can.”
“I’m not talking about making love, or having sex, or any weak shit like that,” Jenny said. “I’m talking about getting fucked. Hard. Aggressive, rough sex. Can you handle that?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you sure? It may get pretty crazy.”
Henry took another swig of the Jack, then said, “Positive.” And he almost believed it.
Smiling, Jenny said, “Great. Then hold on tight.” She grabbed the bottle out of Henry’s hand and took one more swig, then set the bottle on the counter and dropped to her knees, right there in the kitchen.
“Whoa,” Henry said. “Wait a second—”
“It’s too late now,” Jenny said as she yanked his jeans open and pulled them and his boxers down to his knees without any hint of gentleness. Henry’s cock was already hard; it had been since they’d started screwing around. “I tried to warn you,” she said. “Now it’s too late.”
Henry started to say something but Jenny wrapped her lips around his cock and took the whole thing in her mouth, shutting him up instantly except for the soft, wordless sigh that came from his mouth.
Jenny held her position—deepthroating Henry’s cock, hands gripping his ass, nose touching his stomach—for a full 5 seconds before backing off to catch her breath. One of her hands went to the base of his shaft and grabbed on tight while the other cupped his balls. She spit on his cock and started aggressively jerking him off.
Looking up at him, she said “You like that? You like it when I take your cock down my throat? When I swallow the whole fucking thing?”
Henry nodded, afraid of what his voice would sound like if he tried to talk. But Jenny was having none of that. She knew she wanted, and she was going to get it.
“Say it,” Jenny said, the evil little glint in her eye more prominent than ever. “I want to hear you say it.”
Henry wasn’t sure when she’d flipped from a relatively normal girl to a dirty-talking slut, but it was freaking him out a little bit. He’d had his fair share of sex over the years, but nothing like this. Not even close. It was disturbing. Not disturbing enough to actually try and stop the proceedings, but disturbing nonetheless.
“I love it,” he said.
“Say it like you mean it,” Jenny snapped.
“I love it,” Henry said, more forcefully this time.
“Damn right you do,” Jenny shot back, her hand still working his cock, her eyes still locked on his. “You want me to deepthroat you again, don’t you? You want me to swallow your cock, to stick it down my throat as far as it will go. Don’t you?”
Henry nodded without thinking.
“Say it,” she said again, more impatiently this time.
“Yes,” Henry replied.
“Tell me what you want,” Jenny said.
Henry was buzzing pretty hard from the Jack Daniels but not quite hard enough to completely get over his discomfort. So he reached for the bottle and took another swig from it. Even though he knew it wouldn’t effect him immediately, just the idea that in a few more minutes he’d be drunk enough to no longer care what came out of his mouth gave him enough courage to say the words.
