One thing I noticed was that I had a rough time finding that special spot inside her, as she wasn’t nearly as vocal as Tess was in bed. Tess knew exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it, and she had no trouble communicating it. Jenny was holding herself back the entire time, as if she was afraid of making sounds or expressing pleasure in any way. After another five minutes, however, she was building up to an orgasm even she couldn’t hold in. By the time it hit her, she was lifting her hips off the mattress, pressing her sex into my face, while simultaneously pulling my head into her by my hair. She was throwing her head from side to side as it built and finally screamed so loud I was sure the entire house heard it.
I was totally fine with that, to be honest. Let them all know that I had just given that girl a massive orgasm. Even better, scream out what I did to achieve it! From what I had seen on the videos on Golden Boy’s phone, the men of the family weren’t big on oral, unless it was about receiving it themselves. Though, I could somehow understand that, given how much they traded partners. Maybe they were not exactly eager to taste dick residue or something.
When Jenny was done convulsing, I grabbed her ankles, placed her legs over my shoulders, and my dick along her slit. Then I started humping, dragging the underside of my shaft over her slit with my crown hitting her clit, lubricating it with her juices while waiting for her to finally come back from her orgasm. When her eyes were focused again, I leaned in to kiss her, which she eagerly responded to. But when I leaned back, she looked down, and the look of satisfied bliss vanished instantly.
Following her gaze, I looked down at myself to see what could be bothering her. As I had moved up to kiss her, my dick had slid upwards as well. Now only my balls were resting in front of her entrance, while my fully erect cock lay across her belly, looking quite impressive against her tiny body. It reached all the way from her clitoris, along her lower abdomen, with the tip reaching her belly button. As I just developed a slight grin while imagining how this would feel for me once I entered her, Jenny’s stern voice pulled me back to reality.
“There is NO FUCKING WAY you’ll put THAT inside me!” she declared.
And with that, she rolled sideways away from me, slid off the bed, grabbed her clothes, and left the room.
I quickly dressed myself to run after her, but ultimately decided against it. No matter what I was going to find once I would rejoin the others, I was certain I wouldn’t like it. When I heard Logan’s laughter from downstairs, there was no question in my mind that it was about me. I really didn’t need to hear their jokes about it. So, I closed my door, sat in front of my computer, and simply started watching a show myself. And even though none of them knocked on my door, or even tried to initiate a conversation over the next two days, my suspicions were confirmed as soon as I stepped into the school building on the following Monday.
School was hell again. By lunchtime, the story with Jenny had made its way around the entire student population. Interestingly, she, or more likely the telephone game, had changed a few of the finer details. While I was sure I did absolutely everything to make her feel safe and enjoy it, I was now officially the worst fuck imaginable. She had admitted that I ate her to that one big orgasm, but all the less pleasant parts were now my wrongdoing only, with no word of her inexperience or insecurity being told.
I was the bad kisser, manhandled her breasts, and, apparently, even tried to
Everybody let me feel it. Everybody had to comment on it. Everybody shouted out to “Tiny Tim” when they saw me in the hallways and classrooms. There was no escaping it, and in some ways it was even worse than the physical attacks. At least I could defend myself against those, while nobody gave a shit about my side of the story regarding what happened with Jenny.
I actually didn’t blame her, though. Thinking about it, I had reached the conclusion that she wouldn’t have gone so far for a mere prank. Looking at it objectively, she simply didn’t strike me as the malicious type. Therefore, her running away in that kind of situation was probably just because she got scared. I couldn’t blame someone for something like that, could I?
