The Whipping Turn

Paris - Found family

Jenna jiggled the key in the lock until it gave and the familiar click let her know that she could enter the apartment. The kitchen was quiet and dark and she figured she was home alone. It was only as she approached the bedroom to drop her bag and shoes that an unmistakable groan drifted from beyond the closed door. She knew that groan. Grinning, Jenna slowly and quietly turned the door handle. The scene that greeted her really was a sight for sore eyes.

A naked Oliver half-lay, half-sat on the bed, shoulders propped up on pillows and the headboard. Jean had straddled his chest and was, no other words for it, fucking Oliver's mouth. One hand gripped the bedhead with the other flat and hard against wall. His large thighs flexed as he thrust, and she could see his biceps straining to not push Oliver too hard. He was panting and grunting. Oliver's mouth stretched wide around Jean's thick cock, eyes closed as his head jerked with Jean's movements. He looked near his limit of being able to take Jean's length. It wasn't until Jenna moved closer to the foot of the bed she realised Oliver's hand between Jean's legs, a finger moving in and out of Jean's body at the same rhythm he had set. His other hand held Jean's hip.

"Oh babe. Oliver, please. Take all of me. Yes!" Jean grunted out as he pushed deep into Oliver's throat. Jenna watched Oliver visibly gag, closed eyes watering, then righting himself. He groaned, a deep rumble.

Suddenly, Oliver must have sensed him and Jean weren't alone, and his eyes snapped open. The deep blue eyes calmed as he registered who it was and he gently pushed Jean off.

"What?? Babe? No.." Jean gripped his own cock, hard, red and slippery.

"Don't stop," Jenna gestured to Oliver, "that was great to watch."

Jean turned, slowly realising Jenna was there. His curls were a riot, eyes almost black. He watched Jenna, for once never saying a word, just stroking his hard length.

"No, its time. I don't want him coming yet." Oliver wiped his mouth and looked at Jenna, hungrily. She could almost see his mind at work. He gave he a slow, sexy grin. "Come play, honey." And he winked.

Oliver turned his attention to Jean who was still kneeling over him. He stroked his flanks affectionately, then patted the bed beside him. "Jean, lie down, babe."

Jean obeyed quietly and Oliver sat up. He shoved a pillow underneath Jean and went to sit between Jean's bent knees. He picked up the lube and held it up to Jenna "Coming?"

Jenna kicked off her shoes and stripped down to her knickers and bra as the boys watched. She crawled next to Oliver on the bed.

"I want you to open him up. You can get him ready for me." Oliver held out the lube to her.

Jenna felt her mouth go dry and she looked at Oliver. He cocked his head and nodded slightly. "Ah. Don't worry. It's easy and very very hot."

Oliver took her hand in his, examining her fingers. "Short nails, that's a good start." Holding her pointer and middle fingers together, he drizzled them with lube and stroked them to coat it all over. It was deliberately sexy and Jenna swallowed hard.

"Start with these, honey."

They turned back to Jean, who was watching them heavy lidded and stroking himself. And still quiet. He stopped his long strokes and reached around his own knees, pulling them slightly up and apart, inviting her to his small, tight hole. She reached and gently touched the around the rim, spreading the lube. Jean gave a low groan, encouraging Jenna to press the tips of her two fingers into his body. Jean groaned louder as Jenna pulled out and pushed in deeper this time. His entrance was tight but after a few more movements she could feel it loosen slightly and she pushed harder, watching her knuckles disappear.