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Subject: {ASSM} In Love with Jenny (Summer Breeze) (rom mf)
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I can't promise my fiction doesn't contain sexual situations and even
the odd word that's not appropriate for minors, because it's sex
fiction and that's what you expect to find. <VBG>

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years old, do not read my stories. If you do, you may become a pervert
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This is a story about Terry's love for Jenny. Every time he sees
Jenny, his penis becomes stiff and erect. It's utter agony!

This will be a long epic story, like those of Frank Downey and Nick
Scipio whom I admire so much. It's a romantic story, so diabetics are
going to enjoy the saccharine a lot. <VBG> If you haven't got such a
sweet tooth <G> there's lots of sex as well.

I'm not sure where this epic will go, but it'll include lots of
romantic interludes, lots of consensual sex, perhaps some
mind-control, maybe a fembot, lots of nudity, and all of it set in a
high school with loads of libidinous teens.





In Love with Jenny
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Chapter One
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My Problem with Jenny
=====================



My problem with Jenny was that every time I saw her I got a hard-on.

It was very embarrassing. I just didn't know where to look. 

I'd see Jenny in the high school we attended and all of a sudden my
penis was rock hard. It pushed against my trousers and I'd just have
to sit down. I was frightened that she'd notice! It wasn't just her I
was frightened of. What would the teachers think if they saw the
outline of a stiffy through the fabric of my pants? That was a thought
not worth contemplating.

You see, Jenny wasn't just clever, bright, charming, kind, thoughtful,
and pretty. She was damned sexy too! She was the sexiest girl in the
world. And I was sure that everyone knew that!

She was the sexiest girl I'd ever seen. And I was totally besotted by
her.

When we shared the same class, I always sat where I could see her.
When she turned her head my heart jumped in my chest. When she
scratched the back of her long and swan-like neck with her delicate
fingers, my breath got short and my chest tightened. When she stood up
and went to the front of the classroom to write some stuff on the
blackboard, my penis sprang to life

. It was all I could do not to put my hands inside my pants and jerk
off.

Now, that would be embarrassing!



******************



I don't think Jenny even noticed me. I was too shy to speak to her.
And this damned erection I always had when I looked at her didn't make
it any easier.

The one time I did speak to her, which was to hand her a book she'd
dropped in the corridor, it was so embarrassing. I just went red in
the face and couldn't speak straight. My penis sprung up from
something slightly stirring (I'd been watching her stride along the
corridor) into something very big.

I was sure she was looking straight at the bulge in my crotch. Oh My
God! That would be the worst!

Jenny had blonde shoulder-length hair with blue eyes. Her face
sparkled with a broad smile. And her face wasn't the only sexy thing
about her!

She had a wonderful figure. It was the sort of figure that makes you
say "Wow!"

 From her perfect neck down to her shapely ankles, it was perfection
all the way! Her breasts were apple-like and perky. Her thighs were
slender and her legs were long. She kept her midriff bare, just like
Britney Spears used to, and her navel was everything it should be. The
folds around it and the tautness of her stomach couldn't be bettered.

I was in love with Jenny! 

Actually, it was worse than that. 

I was totally and utterly besotted by her.

I'd think about her all the time. Every time I saw a picture of a
pretty girl, I'd think of Jenny. Every time there was a pretty face on
television, I'd think of Jenny. Even when I watched the Powerpuff
Girls I'd think of Jenny.

And every time I thought of Jenny, I got a raging hard-on. 

It was too damned hard! 

I saw Jenny every day. She was in the same math class as me. She
studied English with me, too. And she was clever at everything she
studied. Wasn't there anything she wasn't good at?

The worst was games!

OK! The girls and boys did different games. The girls did hockey and
stuff, while the boys did football, basketball and stuff. I liked
games, although I was no school champion. I was always one of those
who helped the team score, but not one of those who got selected to
represent the school.

But I always got to see Jenny during games, even if she was playing
hockey or something and I was doing other stuff.

Gym kit always makes a girl look extra sexy, and in Jenny's case it
sort of pushed the sexometer right off the scale! Where some girls
might make the meter go red, she pushed the mercury right through the
top!

There I'd be in my shorts with nothing to hide my huge bulge and
everyone could see I had a massive hard-on.

In fact, my best friend, Rachel, noticed it as we were walking back
together to the changing rooms.

She giggled.

"Just look at the size of that!" she exclaimed.

I frowned. 

"It's very embarrassing!" I said.

"Isn't that just what happens to boys when you get older? You get
erections all the time!"

"It's not all the time," I confessed sadly.

"No?" Rachel wondered with a smile. "It seems like it's all the time
to me. This isn't the first time I've noticed you with such a big
bulge in your shorts. It must be the hormones. Look what it's doing to
me!"

I looked at Rachel, though I'd already noticed how much she was
flowering. She was damned pretty too. Not as sexy and pretty as Jenny,
but damned well nearly as much.

She was skinnier than Jenny, with a smaller bosom and thinner thighs.
And she didn't dress nearly as sexily. She preferred to wear baggy
sweat-shirts and shorts. However, when she wore tee-shirts when it was
warm you could see the outline of her nipples in the cotton. And they
were little gems, pressing against the fabric.

Rachel was my friend from way back. Right from when we were young. I
had friends who were boys all right, but even when I was a toddler I
liked the company of girls as well. Anyway, I didn't think of Rachel
the way I did Jenny. I wasn't in love with her like I was with Jenny.

And speaking of whom, there was Jenny again, coming out of the shower
wearing only a towel round her and her hair dripping wet. She stood
outside the girls' changing rooms, chatting with Lucy, one of her
friends, while pulling the towel up over her breasts. Then she went
back into the girls' changing room, followed by Lucy who was pulling
her top off over her head as she followed her.

My penis went even stiffer. The glans pushed painfully against my
shorts and it was even possible to see the shape of it through the
cotton.

"Goodness!" said Rachel with a huge grin. "It's Jenny, isn't it!"

"What!"

"It's seeing Jenny that makes your penis so stiff!" she said. 

I smiled sheepishly.

"I just can't help it!"



******************



It was at the weekend that I visited Rachel at her home. 

She and her parents lived in this really nice house just a few hundred
yards from where I lived with my sister and Mum and Dad. So I often
went round to see her.

We were sitting on her bed, listening to pop records by people like
John Bon Jovi, Elton John and Nora Jones. Rachel and I both like to
keep up with the pop scene, though neither of us likes our music too
hard or extreme. I'm not too keen on Heavy Metal, though I quite like
the Darkness. They make original, exciting music that's not like
anything anyone's ever made before. As far as dance music is
concerned, I quite like Beyonce, but I'm not a big fan of rap or
techno. There aren't any tunes you can hum to.

So, there we were, Rachel and I, listening to Jamie Cullum, while
Rachel tucked her Amy Winehouse CD back in its case.

Then Rachel mentioned Jenny.

And like one of Pavlov's dogs, my penis immediately became stiff.

"It's funny the effect Jenny has on you, Terry," said Rachel, as she
sat cross-legged on the bed.

"What do you mean?" I asked with alarm, knowing exactly what she
meant.

"I mean the way every time you think of Jenny your penis gets erect
like that. Look! It's got stiff again. Why's that?"

"You noticed?" 

"Who couldn't?"

"Is it that bad?"

"Well, let's see it," said Rachel with a smile. "It certainly looks
pretty big, but I can't be sure."

"You want to see my penis?" I asked aghast.

"Well, it won't be the first I've seen," said Rachel. "I've seen loads
already!"

Of course, this was true. Rachel had already had sex with Jeremy and
Nick more than half a dozen times, not to mention the other boys she'd
had sex with only once, like Frank, Gary and Al.

Rachel often used to tell me about these occasions. Sometimes, she'd
take down her pants, so she could show me how deeply Jeremy penetrated
her, or show the bite marks that David had left on the lips of her
smooth vulva.

So, I tugged down my jeans and put them on the bed. Then, with Rachel
helping with the elastic waistband, I pulled my boxers down and placed
them on top of the jeans. So, there I was in just my fashionable white
socks and Diana Kraal tee-shirt and an erect penis that stuck out
vertically from my groin up to and beyond the line of my belly-button.

"Jesus!" said Rachel with a huge grin. "That's the biggest stiffy I've
ever seen!"

"Really?" I asked with some pride.

"It's much bigger than Frank's. And Al's might be long, but it's not
got the body of yours. And it doesn't throb like yours does!"

Rachel put a hand on the midpoint of my penis and squeezed it softly.
It twitched agitatedly from her caresses and the veins stood up even
more prominently.

Rachel grinned.

"And it's thinking about Jenny that makes it so stiff, is it?" she
asked.

Even the mention of Jenny's name made it stiffen even more. My glans
was straining at the end and the foreskin was pulled all the way down.
Rachel delightedly pumped my penis.

"Every time!" I answered. 

"So, what do you like about Jenny?" Rachel wondered. "What makes her
so special?"

"I don't know," I answered, keeping my eyes on my penis and Rachel's
hand.

She took the length of the penis from the bottom to the top, pulling
her hand up all the way, cupping it slightly and then pulling it down.
Her other hand rested her weight on the bed as she lay next to me in
her tight shorts and Robbie Williams tee-shirt.

"Is it her face? Her tits? Her eyes? Her smile?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I cried, as my thighs trembled and my testicles
swelled close to bursting and my buttocks tightened. "It's all those
things! Everything! There isn't anything about Jenny that isn't a
turn-on."

Rachel put her lips on the tip of my glans and let a drop of saliva
fall onto it. She let it drip down and used her hand to lubricate the
penis. She let more saliva drop down and pumped my penis more
energetically.

She grinned as it got even stiffer.

"It'd be a shame to waste this!" Rachel announced, pulling her
tee-shirt off over her head and revealing her smallish, but perfectly
formed breasts, with their stiff nipples standing out as erect as my
big toe.

"What do you mean, Rachel?" I asked with alarm, but knowing precisely
what she meant as she pulled down her shorts and panties both
together, to stand naked in front of me, except for her wire-framed
glasses. She took these off and placed them on the bedside table.

"It's a shame for a hard-on like that to be wasted, Terry. It serves a
valuable purpose and I intend to use it for that purpose."

I wasn't a virgin. Well, not really. Though I wondered whether it
really counted that time me and Mark took turns on Katy. She only did
it because she wanted to hit double digits before she was sixteen.
That was really short and hardly began before I came all over her
thighs and knees.

I wondered whether it counted that time when I poked Janine after
Nick's party. She'd been doing it with everyone else at the party and
it was just my turn. Before me had been Phil and afterwards would be
Gavin, who was waiting impatiently with his hands gripping his penis
through the fabric of his shorts.

And the only other time was with my sister. But that didn't count at
all because she was family and we only did it because she wanted to
see what it felt like. Anyway, we were both too young for it to really
count.

So, perhaps this time with Rachel was the first proper time. But
perhaps it wasn't really a proper time, anyway. It wasn't as if we
were lovers or anything. She was just my best friend and she was
helping me out.

I'm sure that's what everyone does when they see their friend has got
an erect penis that won't get soft. It'd be cruel to leave it,
wouldn't it?

Rachel put her mouth more fully on my penis. She took it into her
mouth while she gripped at it with her fist, which she pumped up and
down while she simultaneously slid her head and lips up and down the
length of it.

"It looks as ready as it'll ever be!" said Rachel with a very big
grin.

She climbed on top of me as I lay on my back on the bed, still wearing
my tee-shirt and socks. She pushed up my tee-shirt with her hands
which she then placed palm-down on my chest. She pulled herself up
onto my crotch so that it was directly beneath hers. My penis was the
only thing vertical about me. Everything else was horizontal.

Then she gradually eased herself down onto my aching, stiff, throbbing
penis. I felt it squeeze into her tight vagina, which was warm and
moist and very ready. She didn't let it go in all the way at first,
but teased at it with the lips of her vulva. She let the huge knob of
my glans enter just an inch or so. She lifted herself up slightly, so
that it nearly came out. Then she lowered herself down again on my
twitching agitated throbbing prick, which was anxious to get as deep
inside the moist bath of her vaginal juices as she was that I should
enter her as deeply as I could.

I knew how very wet Rachel could get. There were several times in the
past when she'd asked me to feel how damp her crotch was, so I'd put
my fingers inside her panties and felt the oozing of it all which
smelt so very strongly on my fingers. But entering Rachel's vagina
with my penis was a very different thing to putting my fingers in
there. After all, a penis is much more sensitive than fingers even
though they were both enough to get Rachel to come.

The strange thing though was that while Rachel was on top of me, her
head over me and her eyes gazing directly into mine, and her crotch
lifting up and down with the same rhythm as my groin, she was talking
all the time of Jenny and how beautiful and pretty and clever and
accomplished she was.

Rachel was making love with me, but was using Jenny to make me more
passionate. It was almost as if Jenny was with us both at the same
time.

"Jenny's got lovely blue eyes, hasn't she?" Jenny was saying. "Her
smile is so warm. Her teeth are perfect! She's never needed a brace!"

All the while, I was gasping grunts of appreciation and passion which
became more pronounced with every virtue of Jenny's that Rachel could
think of.

Her own words became more contorted and more guttural. She broke into
gasps as she orgasmed, which she did very easily and often. Of course,
I already knew that, and not just from the times I'd fingered her
vagina. There was also the time she used to make love with Nick. You
could hear her cries from a long way away every time she orgasmed. And
she did that over and over and over again. On one occasion, I was
sitting downstairs in the living room with Rachel's parents while
upstairs in her bedroom she was having wild passionate and, above all,
noisy sex.

It went on for such a very long time. And in all that time, Mr and Mrs
McKinley didn't say anything at all.

But I was worried now. 

Rachel's cries were very loud. They tore from inside her and burst
forth like she was cheering on a football team. "Oh Yes! Yes! Oh Yes!
Yes! Rachel's tits are so? Yes! ? so round and pure? Yes! Yes!
Uuurrrggghhhh! Aaaahhh!"

"You're very loud!" I hissed amongst my own grunts. "What about your
Mum and Dad? What if they hear?"

"Uuurgghhh!" gasped Rachel. "My Mum and Dad? I don't think they'd
mind. They've always wanted me to settle down with someone. They
didn't like Jeremy anyway. He used to urinate on me and he left such
an awful stain on the sheets."

"He did?" I asked with surprise. 

Jeremy was such a harmless looking guy. You couldn't imagine him doing
something like that!

But Rachel was back to her cries about Jenny. 

"Wouldn't it be great if Jenny was doing this?" she said, as she
lifted herself high up on my groin so that my penis almost totally
slipped out of her. She then slid all the way down so that the smooth
flesh of her vulva pressed against the pubic hairs of my crotch.
"Imagine a naked Jenny on top of you, pumping away at you! Oh Yes!
Yes! Aaarrgghhh! Uuuuhhh! Aaarhhh! Yes! Yes!"

"Are you alright, dear?" suddenly asked Rachel's Mum, Mrs McKinley,
who casually walked into Rachel's bedroom where we were making love.

I was so embarrassed, but at least because my penis was so deep inside
Rachel Mrs McKinley couldn't see anything she shouldn't. And because I
was wearing my tee-shirt, I wasn't in the nude or anything (unlike
Rachel, of course).

Rachel gasped again and slowed her thrusts slightly. She turned her
head round to face her Mum. She still slid her crotch up and down, but
more to keep the connection going than to bring the lovemaking to a
climax.

"I'm alright, Mum. Terry and I are just making love. That's all!"

"Well, I'm glad about that, dear," said Mrs McKinley with a smile.
"Your father and I, we were worried about you and Terry. You know,
you've been seeing one another for ever so long and not once making
love with each other. It's not natural! But I'm glad that you've got a
proper relationship."

Rachel's Mum placed her fingers on my testicles which ached from the
sudden intimate contact. She gripped them in her palm and squeezed
them slightly, so I gasped almost as loudly as Rachel had been
shrieking.

"Well, there's nothing to worry about here, is there dear?" said
Rachel's Mum approvingly. "Terry's not lacking where it matters most!"

"Oh Mum!" said Rachel peevishly. "Can't you let us have some privacy?"

"Oh! Of course, dear!" said Rachel's Mum as she left us.

It wasn't long after she left that I at last came, with the impression
of Mrs McKinley's fingers still imprinted on my testicles and with
Rachel repeating Jenny's name over and over again, between her more
guttural cries,.

When I came, my sperm came out in huge volumes, spurting inside
Rachel's vagina and staining the sheets. A long pale trail trickled
down the inside of Rachel's thigh.

Then Rachel and I collapsed into each other's arms on the bed. We were
both panting from the huge exertion. My penis was still sticky and
Rachel's vagina was still moist. I put my fingers inside the thick
lips and marvelled at the wetness that coated its intricate walls. My
penis twitched at the excitement of entering her again.

"You really do love Jenny, don't you?" said Rachel. Her head was
resting on my shoulder and she looked across at me.

That was all it took. I nodded again, but the mere thought of Jenny
made my penis twitch, although I doubted there was much sperm left in
my poor bruised testicles to be able to do very much.

"Jenny is the most wonderful, the sexiest, and the most gorgeous girl
in the world!" I said.

It was like a magic chant. My penis was up and ready almost instantly.

Rachel grinned.

"I knew that was all it would take!" she said with glee, as she moved
her lips and tongue down my long torso, pulling off at last my Diana
Kraal tee-shirt.

"What are you going to do?" I gasped.

"I'm going to give you the best blow-job you've ever had!" said Rachel
with an immense grin over her face, her eyes sparkling with lust. "And
then if you want more, I'll let you fuck me till your balls explode!"

"I'm not sure I've got the energy or stamina," I said weakly.

"Bullshit!" said Rachel. "If you start flagging, all I need to do to
get you going again is remind you of Jenny!"




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End of Chapter One

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If you like this story please please tell me what you think. Or just
write. Tell me what you like about the story. Perhaps you've got some
great ideas where the story should go? Should I include some fembots?
Is the story too slushy and romantic?

I promise to reply to each and every letter I receive.


Love and Kisses

Summer Breeze

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