Dennis and Janelle - Sex Stories

Dennis and Janelle

... at a lower part of her clitoris while he worked with his tongue. Other girls had probably climaxed from the way he did it. But Janelle could only let herself feel pretty good. Nothing more. So she had sucked on his middle finger and forefinger. His skin was rough and the tips of his fingers were calloused. They were these knobby, hard things that had probably been in fights before and had either played guitar or done a lot of manual labor, or both. They had made the tingly sensation decrease. Janelle felt her arousal slipping away. She pried his fingers out of his mouth. But Dennis had already stopped and was staring at her, his mouth dabbed with sleek wetness. He had stood, taken a tissue, wiped his mouth, wiped his fingers. He crumpled the tissue and tossed it on her chest. It bounced below her breasts and lay there. “If you’re not in to it, then you should just say something,” Dennis said. He climbed in to his briefs and strode out the door, slamming it. Fucking asshole. She fell asleep anyway. And so, when she heard Dennis state his desire, when she felt Dennis’ fingers enclose around her belly, she was surprised. She thought he had wanted her to leave. She had wanted to leave. For some reason, now she didn’t. Dennis’ tongue flicked in to her ear. She pressed a hand to his chest while he moved in and out of her. She had a view of his chest, his neck and his red face as he moved fast and hard. Janelle shut her eyes and realized, momentarily, how loud she was being. She ...

... knew she wouldn’t cum for another few minutes at least and her moans were this loud. Embarrassed, she used her other arm to bunch the pillow she lay on over her face. It didn’t muffle her that much. Dennis’ cock moved even faster and he made some kind of satisfied grunting sound. He was turned on by her pillow move. Funny, that. Janelle began to feel the familiar tingling sensation in her groin. It pulsed up in to her thighs. She clawed at Dennis’ nipple. She said “I’m so…”, and forgot what she was saying for a moment. She felt a moistness in her vagina and said, “wet.” John heard the sex happening as soon as he woke up. It was, perhaps, the thing that woke him up. He hated living next door to Dennis. That moody, unpredictable dude who was somehow a chick magnet. This girl’s moans sounded deeper than the previous girls he’d overheard. This one was moaning exactly in rhythm with the mattress squeaking. Dennis said something and John heard a smacking sound. Did he just slap her ass? Do they let him do that? John realized that, once again, he was hard. He’d had sex just once, months ago now, and it had been such a terrifying experience for him that the girl had never spoken to him again. He thought of the argument he’d overheard taking place in Dennis’ room just the week before. Some girl—a different girl, he felt—had been crying, telling Dennis that if he did not tell Janelle and Katie to get the fuck out of his life then she was never talking to him again. She called him a ...