Girlfriend Sat Bully’s Lap

By Gustav Jorgenson

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I had hoped that by getting away from high school and heading off to college, I would be free of obnoxious jocks, but alas, it wasn’t the case. Jack was a big beefy, hyperactive football player with a constant smirk on his face. He was always rolling his head around to stretch his neck or flinging his arms around for no reason. I suspected that he had ADHD or something. I didn’t have any classes with him, but he was in the next room over in our dorm and I was always bumping into him in the hallway.

Guys like him always seem to zero in on me because of my tall, skinny frame and heavy rimmed glasses. I guess I came across as the stereotypical nerd, even though I was actually pretty good with people and I had a girlfriend and everything. Jack would hip check me into the wall as we passed or trip me as I was carrying my laundry and guffaw like a donkey and tell me to watch where I was going. When I complained to our RA, Thomas, he just brushed me off and I later saw Thomas and Jack at the campus bar laughing over drinks together, so I decided to just grin and bear it.

One day I was having dinner with my girlfriend Sally in the large echoing cafeteria, crowded with students since it was dinner hour. Ed came up behind me while I was carrying my tray of food to the table and he kneed the back of my knee from behind causing me to lose balance and spill my spaghetti all over myself. The metal tray went clattering to the floor and my plate smashed at my feet. The noisy bustle of the campus cafeteria paused for a moment as the students around me stopped to see what happened. There I was, the center of attention, standing with spaghetti and sauce plastered down the front of my shirt and trousers with a smashed plate at my feet. A few people stared blankly, several smirked, and I noticed a couple of girls giggling and whispering behind their hands to each other. My face was burning hotly with shame and my belly and crotch felt damp and hot as the sauce soaked through my clothes. I desperately wished I had Harry Potter’s invisibility cloak at that moment, but activity mercifully resumed around me and the clatter of silverware and scraping of chairs soon filled the high ceilinged dining hall.

“You fucker!” I hissed as Jack came up beside me chortling loudly. “Look what you did.” I pulled a strand of spaghetti from the front of my shirt and flung it to the floor in exasperation. “You’ve spoiled my clothes.”

“Ah, don’t get your panties in a bundle, dorkwad,” scoffed Jack, jabbing me painfully in the ribs. “I was just playing.”

My girlfriend Sally came striding over to see if I was OK, and Jack looked her up and down with a lecherous grin that made my skin crawl. Sally was a slim girl, with blue eyes and a strong jawline, she was wearing her long dark hair in a ponytail and had on a short black dress with dark patterned stockings which showed off her shapely legs.

“Good God, Sidney, what have you done to yourself?” asked Sally, surveying the mess with a wrinkled nose. She came close and started delicately brushing clumps of sauce from my crotch with a paper napkin, tsking and shaking her head. “This is wool, these trousers are simply ruined.”

“I didn’t do it to myself, this idiot made me drop my tray,” I said, jerking my thumb in Jack’s direction.

Sally stood upright and looked down her nose at Jack, displeasure clearly painted on her face. Sally could be quite haughty when she was angry.

“Holy shit, nerdball, you have a girlfriend?” exclaimed Jack in shock, rolling his shoulders unconsciously.

“Why does that surprise you?” asked Sally, putting her hands on her hips and facing him jauntily.

“Wow, nice tits,” he said, eyeballing Sally’s jutting boobs shamelessly and cracking his knuckles loudly.

Sally’s cheek colored in embarrassment and she covered her chest self-consciously. “My god, how rude you are,” she gasped, taken aback. But did I see a twinkle in her eye? Was she secretly flattered?

“Oh, sorry, I get Tourettes around hot women sometimes, you understand, right?” he said, giving her a lewd grin after running his eyes up and down her body. “I’m sort of a big oaf, you know, but you can call me Jack.” He held out his hand and Sally looked down at his proffered hand coldly for a moment before offering her own hand.

“Uh, hello, Jack, I’m Sally,” she said, her cheeks still burning brightly as they shook hands.

“What is a hot babe like you doing with a dork like Sidney?” he asked as he kept his eyes fixed on her boobs.

“Fuck off Jack,” I said, my voice coming out as an indignant squeak. I plucked at the front of my shirt in discomfort as the cold sauce clung to my belly.

“Just go back to the dorm room and change your shirt, I will keep Sally company until you get back,” he said not releasing Sally’s hand and tilting his head to the side as he brazenly looked her body up and down.

“Jack, my eyes are up here,” scolded Sally, trying to sound stern.

“Yeah, well your eyes are nice, but your tits are giving me a hardon,” said Jack, looking her in the eye seriously. “Your body is smokin’.”

“I can’t believe you just said that,” I stammered in amazement. My armpits were growing damp and I felt a cold weight in my stomach as I noticed Sally surreptitiously glancing at Jack’s big muscular arms and then down at the growing bulge in his basketball shorts.

“Your friend Jack is really crass,” said Sally, pulling her eyes reluctantly away from his expanding package.

“He’s not MY friend, he just lives in the dorm room next door to mine.” It annoyed me that Jack still hadn’t released Sally’s hand and that she actually seemed flattered by his advances.

“Don’t be like that, Sid, I thought we were pals,” said Jack, giving me a pained expression.

“How can you say that? You are always harassing the shit out of me,” I squawked.

“Yeah, well, I always do that to my buddies,” he said with a pout. “Come on, let me buy you and Sally a beer and show you that there are no hard feelings.”

“Of course not, look at me, I’m a mess,” I complained.

“You do need to go change,” agreed Sally. “Come along, I’ll go with you and help you clean up. Jack, may I have my hand back now?” she asked with a wry grin.

“Aww, come on Sally, he can change his own clothes. He’s big boy. Let’s you and I head over to the bar so I can buy you a beer while he’s changing.”

“Why, I don’t even know you, Jack,” said Sally with a small chuckle, one hand still clasped in his and the other on her chest.

“Well how are you going to get to know me if you won’t have a beer with me?” he insisted.

“Just leave my girlfriend alone, will you?” I whined indignantly.

“Don’t get upset darling, I can handle this fellow,” she said lightly, giving me a wink that I didn’t understand. “These soccer hooligan types are no match for women with breeding.”

“Yeah, you can handle me if you want,” said Jack, fondling his crotch rudely. “And I won’t mind breeding you either.”

“You are a completely classless jackass, aren’t you,” sniffed Sally, suppressing a smile and arching a brow..

“I told you, big boobs give me Tourette’s,” he said wagging his eyebrows back at her.

“Ok, I’m just going to go back to the room now, come on Sally,” I said.

“Well, you perhaps you should run along and change,” she said. My blood ran cold in my veins as I noticed her casting a furtive glance at Jack’s bulge which had grown noticeably larger after he touched himself. “Meet Jack and I at the bar once you’re done. I think I need to teach him some manners.” She kept her eyes on Jacks and gave him a toothy grin.

“Sally!” I whined in complaint. My breath was coming faster and faster as I worried about this bully stealing my girl away.

“What’s the matter darling? Surely you aren’t jealous of a big dumb jock with Tourettes?” she said with a gleam in her eye that made me feel deflated.

“Of course not,” he said, wrapping his arm around her shoulder smoothly and leading her away. “She’s too classy for a chump like me.”

“Ciao darling,” called Sally with a wave as Jack ushered her away. “I will have a martini waiting for you.”

I felt a grim sense of dread as I watched them leave. Jack bent down to whisper something in Sally’s ear and she cackled with laughter and slapped his chest as they disappeared into the milling crowd of the cafeteria. I ran back to my dorm room to change as quickly as possible before anything bad could happen.

When I got to my room, I couldn’t unlock my door because someone had jammed a huge wad of blue bubblegum into the lock. I cursed vociferously as I tracked down Thomas the RA to help me.

“Thomas, someone jammed a wad of gum in my door lock and I can’t get into my room!” I called when I found him talking to some girls in the rec room.

“What did you do, puke on yourself?” he asked, gazing at my soiled shirt and trousers with disgust and then blowing a bubble. I couldn’t help but notice that his gum was same color as the stuff in my lock. Meanwhile the girls he was with simpered and turned their backs to me.

“You fucker, Jack texted you and told you to delay me so he could flirt with my girlfriend,” I snapped, suddenly realizing what was going on.

Thomas made the “not bad” face back at me. “Interesting theory, Sidney. But, ah, what is Jack doing with your woman anyway?”

The girls whispered among themselves and they and Thomas broke out laughing.

I gritted my teeth in angry embarrassment and pulled out my phone to call the facilities support number myself so that someone could come let me into my room. After an interminable wait a maintenance man came out to look at it. He had to take my entire door off at the hinges while I stood around waiting uncomfortably in my damp, sullied trousers. I texted Sally several times letting her know what happened and that I would be delayed, but she didn’t reply. Finally I got into my room and had to change my clothes with the door off it’s hinges and the workman fiddling around, trying to remove the door handle. The girls that had been chatting with Thomas passed by slowly in the hall as I stood there in my briefs and they covered their mouths and pointed.

I blushed in shame and complained to the workman. “Christ, can you at least put the door back in it’s frame while I’m getting changed. There are girls out there!”

“Oh, uh, sorry, pal,” stammered the workman. He fumbled with the door and it went crashing the floor with an unbelievably loud bang and about twenty people came running to see what happened only to find me there, pale and shivering in my tighty whities. A few laughed openly and pointed at me mockingly, but most people had the decency to turn and look away. The gods of eternal abashment appeared intent on unleashing their wrath upon me this day.

As I finally pulled on a fresh change of clothes, my phone rang. It was my good friend Joshua.

“Sidney, err, your girlfriend is here at the campus bar drinking with that troll who’s always harassing you.”

“Jack. His name is Jack. Yeah, I know, I -”

“Wait, you knew about this. What happened, did you and Sally break up?”

“No, of course not. He just talked her into having a drink with him.”

“Well, they are getting pretty, uh, friendly down here. He’s got his hands all over her. I mean he’s touching her, um, her bottom and everything.”

“Oh, fuck, I’m coming right down there.”

My heart was pounding in my chest and my gut was twisted with jealousy as I sprinted over to the campus bar. As I arrived, I finally got a text message from Sally.

So sorry, darling, didn’t get your texts until just now. It was so loud in the bar, I couldn’t hear the notifications. Jack is a clod, but he amuses me. We headed back to my room to chat in private.

Wait, what? Why do you need to be in private? I texted back. I felt a wave of nausea roll over me and my knees felt watery. I waited for a few minutes, but when I got no answer, I stuck my phone back in my pocket and ran off to Sally’s place with my heart in my throat.

When I got her room, breathless and sweaty, I knocked impatiently at the door for several minutes before she answered. When she finally pulled the door open, her hair was a mess and her eyes were glassy with alcohol.

“Sidney, you’re here! Come in, come in,” she said, ushering me unsteadily into her studio apartment. The room was dim, she had lit candles and she was playing soft folk music, which was how she usually set the mood for sex when I came over, but there on her futon was Jack, sprawled out as though he owned the place.

“Oh, fuck, what are you doing here?” snapped Jack with a snarl, clearly surprised at my arrival.

“Play nice, Jack,” said Sally with a slur. “Sidney happens to be my boyfriend. He belongs here with me. Come along honey, let’s sit together.” She lead me to her big leather club chair and pushed me down in it and then flopped unceremoniously into my lap.

“My god, Sally, you are drunk,” I hissed.

“I know, darling, please forgive me,” she said, taking my face in her hands and kissing me on the mouth. “But you just left me in the bar for so long and I had to drink in order to tolerate Jack’s asinine company.”

“Shut up, we were getting along pretty well just before he got here,” said Jack, leaning forward aggressively and spreading his legs. Sally’s room was small, and the futon was just a few feet from the chair in which we sat. I could clearly see that Jack had a massive hardon sticking up in his loose basketball shorts.

“Shush, you, keep quiet,” admonished Sally, kicking her legs playfully as she sat on my lap. “And hand me my drink.”

Jack graciously handed her drink to her and then reached out and touched her stockinged leg on the calf. “Hey I like these panty hose, they have a pattern.”

“Jack, you are a dolt. These are stockings, not panty hose and the pattern is called a filigree,” said Sally smugly, putting her nose in the air with a drunken flourish.

“What’s the difference? Stockings, panty hose, same thing,” said Jack, sliding his hand up leg familiarly as he gazed as my girlfriend’s shapely legs with admiration.

“Why are we talking about this? Can he please leave now?” I asked, wrapping my arms around Sally’s narrow waist.

“Don’t be selfish, dear. Jack is an ignoramus, and ignoramuses need educating,” said Sally, pinching my cheek. “You see Jack, stockings are two piece garments, and pantyhose are one piece.”

“Two pieces? Like socks? How high do they go up?” asked Jack. He reached over and lifted the hem of Sally’s little black dress and tried to peer up it.

She slapped his hand away and giggled. “Don’t be fresh, you animal. You can’t just look up a lady’s dress without asking. These stockings go well up my thigh and they are held in place with suspenders.”

I felt my own penis growing hard and press into Sally’s soft rump. I liked it when she wore stockings with suspenders. She noticed my arousal and wriggled around on my lap in response.

“What are suspenders?” asked Jack. “Can I see?”

“Only if you ask nicely,” said Sally, pulling the hem of her dress down modestly while jack gazed at her gorgeous thighs hungrily.

“Sally!” I whimpered.

“Oh, don’t make a fuss, darling,” she sniffed. “I am trying to teach this beast some manners and also teach him about ladies undergarments.”

“May I please see your suspenders?” asked Jack, cocking his head to the side.

“No you may not,” said Sally, reaching out to tap Jack playfully on the nose.

“Like hell I can’t,” he chuckled and he grabbed her knees and parted them forcefully while she giggled and kicked ineffectually.

“Take your hands off her,” I sniped, feeling strangely torn, I was weirdly comforted by Sally’s weight on my lap, simultaneously I felt hurt by her shameless flirting, and also angered by Jack’s brash advances.

“Stop it, you’ll tear them, they are delicate,” she said, gasping for air as she laughed uncontrollably. “Play nice, play nice, and I’ll show you.” She pushed Jack’s hands away and lifted her hem ever so slightly for him to peek up it.

He grabbed the hem of her dress and pushed it roughly up to her waist so that he could get a good look. She gasped with surprise and my heart started pounding in my chest.

“This isn’t appropriate,” I stammered lamely, but my cock stiffened as I looked down at Sally’s shapely thighs. The sharp contrast of her pale upper thighs against the dark tops of her stockings always made me mad with lust.

“Aw, yeah, nice,” said Jack as he slid his hand eagerly along the top of her thighs, feeling the sheer fabric of her stockings.

“You can look but you mustn’t touch,” said Sally sternly but she made no move to stop him and in fact parted her legs further and lifted the hem of her dress up past her waist so that her lacey panties were exposed. She was breathing heavily and her cheeks were flushed with excitement.

“Look, Sidney, zettai ryouiki,” she said in perfect Japanese. “Zettai ryouiki.”

“The fuck?” said Jack, looking up at Sally with a furrowed brow.

“Zettai ryouiki describes the area of bare skin exposed on the thighs between the skirt and stockings of female anime characters,” explained Sally patiently. “Sidney is quite enamoured by it.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty hot,” said Jack, putting his hands on Sally’s knees and peering with interest down between her parted legs. “You like this patch of skin here, huh Sidney?” he asked, boldly running his rough calloused hands down to the soft skin of Sally’s inner thighs, just above her stockings and just inches from her crotch.

“Oh my,” gasped Sally, her chest heaving with passion. “You mustn’t.”

“You don’t like that?” asked Jack, tilting his head at her quizzically. “How about this?” he asked, pressing his fingers against her vagina as he probed about, searching for her clitoris.

“Get your hands off my girlfriend,” I cried, slapping Jack’s rough mitts away.

Jack withdrew his hands hastily and gave me a roguish grin. “She’s practically offering it me, Sid, what do you want me to do?”

“Now Jack, I know you are an uncivilized beast, but please try to show some manners. It’s impolite to go mashing at a young woman’s private parts without asking,” said Sally, fanning her face urgently.

“Well you can touch my privates anytime, you don’t got to ask. Go ahead,” he said, standing up and presenting his protruding priapic bulge to Sally. His cock was forming an absurdly large protrusion in his basketball shorts and his put his penis just inches from Sally’s face as she sat on my lap.

Her mouth dropped open as though to receive his member and she put her hands carefully on his hips. For a moment I thought she was going to pull the ape’s shorts down and start sucking him, but she got a grip on herself and just pushed him away gently.

“Now Jack, you mustn’t go swinging that thing around. You might hurt someone,” exclaimed Sally. “Now sit back down and let me show you how my suspenders work.”

“Okie doke,” he said, gripping his package as he sat back down and returned his attention to Sally’s crotch.

“Sally, what are you doing?” I asked, as she wriggled back and forth excitedly on my lap, rubbing her round buttocks against my hardon which was poking into her rear.

“I’m trying to teach Jack how to properly undress a lady, Sidney,” she said loftily. “Not that any woman with class would consider bedding such an uncouth lout.”

“You never know,” he injected looking deep into her eyes with an intensity that made my blood run cold. “Fucking isn’t supposed to be civilized.”

“You know nothing, Jack, so please don’t presume to tell me anything about sex. Stop grappling with your johnson over there and pay attention. I’m going to show you how suspenders work.”

Jack made a face that was almost, but not quite, embarrassed. He had been fondling his junk unconsciously without realizing it and stopped abruptly when Sally pointed it out. He put his hands back on Sally’s smooth gorgeous thighs and turned his attention to her suspenders.

“You see there is this little clamp that snaps onto the stockings,” said Sally breathlessly as she showed Jack the mechanism.

“This ain’t hard,” he said, effortlessly unsnapping the first suspender and making Sally coo with approval. “And there is one in the back, too, right,” he said, wrapping his big hands around Sally’s upper thigh so he could get at the clamp below her thigh. I noticed him grinding his knuckles into her crotch as he worked to release it.

“Uh, yes, that one is harder to get at,” gulped Sally, putting her hand on top of Jack’s as he knuckled her pubic bone and squeezed her inner thigh with his huge meaty paws. “Oh god,” she blurted as he located her clitoris and started worrying it with the back of his hand.

“Sally, he’s rubbing your crotch,” I whimpered.

“No he isn’t silly,” she croaked, holding his hand firmly in place against her crotch. “He’s just unfastening my suspenders.”

“Well he shouldn’t be unfastening my girlfriends suspenders at any rate,” I yelped. Jack bit his lip as he locked gazes with Sally and worked her clit, ignoring me entirely, so I pushed him roughly back. Jack sat back with sigh and touched the back of his hand.

“Ok, yes, I think you are learning,” said Sally with a cough

“Your panties are getting wet,” he said, giving her a smoldering look as he licked the back of his hand.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you are talking about,” stammered Sally, wiping away the sweat which was beading on her upper lip.

“Here, let me help you roll down those stockings now,” offer Jack, rubbing his hands together gleefully.

“No, no,” said Sally holding up one hand to ward him off. “I think Sidney is right. It isn’t proper for me to have your rough barbarous hands on my gentle thighs,” she grabbed her drink from the side table and took a long draught. “Oh my gosh, it’s so hot in here, isn’t it?”

“I feel fine,” I said.

“I’m hot too, you mind if I take my top off?” he said, pulling his shirt off without asking.

Sally gazed at Jack’s muscular torso with interest and I could feel her wriggling again. His thickly muscled chest was hairless and coating in a thin sheen of sweat. I wrinkled my nose as the scent of his body odor wafted over.

“Ugh, you stink,” I complained. “Didn’t you take a shower today?”

“Yes, you are pungent,” agreed Sally. “And a gentleman never appears in deshabille in polite company.”

“Say what?” he asked flexing his big arms confidently.

“Deshabille means undressed, idiot,” I snapped, as Sally rose lithely to her feet. My erection popped up, pitching a tent in my pants and I covered my crotch with my hands, bashfully.

“Ok, odiferous, you go wash out your underarms in the bathroom,” commanded Sally, pointing at Jack. “I won’t have your stench lingering in my quarters.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, jumping to his feet and saluting her smartly. I saw him jab her in the belly with his rod as he squeezed past, and Sally slapped his shoulder affectionately as he strode off to the bathroom.

“Sally, why are you letting this guy hang out here? He’s an ass! I can’t believe how shamelessly you two are flirting. It’s upsetting.”

“Oh don’t be silly darling, it’s perfectly harmless banter, I assure you,” said Sally, reaching behind herself to unzip her dress. “Are you honestly jealous of such a blithering cretin as Jack? We are just having a bit of sport. Besides I could tell you were quite, uh stimulated by the whole encounter. I felt a persistent pressure against my rump the whole time.” She bent over and gripped the bulge in my pants significantly, squeezing my cock through the thin material of my trousers. “Hmm, yes, your wilson quite approves of a bit of bawdy behavior on my part I see. Now stop your sniveling and help me unzip my dress.”

“I’ll do it,” offered Jack rushing back into the room in nothing but his boxer shorts. His erection had subsided somewhat but there was still a protruding bulge which threatened to pop out the opening in the front at any moment.

“Hold on, hold on,” I cried. “First of all, where are your shorts? And secondly, why are you getting undressed?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about, I’m still wearing shorts,” said Jack, playing dumb.

Sally eyed Jack’s package with interest. “Oh you can’t expect these dumb jocks to keep track of their clothes, darling. I’m sure he would run around like a naked animal if he could. As for me, I’m simply getting changed for bed.”

“But you can’t get changed while HE is here,” I complained. I could feel a lump in my throat at the very idea. “I don’t like him and I want him to leave.”

“Don’t be like that, darling,” said Sally pouting at me prettily. “Why I thought we were all getting along quite well. I was hoping we could patch things up between you and Jack so that he would stop picking on you so much.”

“What, by letting him finger you and then stripping naked for him?” I shouted hotly.

Sally just replied with a musical laugh and kissed me on the cheek gayly. “Oh, it’s so cute that you are jealous, darling. How could you possibly think I would have any interest in this muggle?” She turned to Jack and pointed back at the futon. “Jack, sit. I don’t have a changing room, so I am going to get changed here, but I expect you to cover your eyes and not peek. I’ll be watching you.”

“Ok,” agreed Jack readily, sliding past her and rubbing his package against her belly again.

“Sally, this is ridiculous, he won’t cover his eyes.”

“Of course he will,” said said dismissively. “Now help me pick out a nice nightgown.”

“Pick a slutty one,” encouraged Jack, leaning back on his hands.

“Like hell,” I said and went to Sally’s bureau and pulled out a shapeless cotton nightgown with flowers on it. It reminded me of something my grandmother would wear.

“That’s fine, thank you, darling,” she said taking it from me. “Cover your eyes, Jack, and remember, no peeking!”

Jack made a show of covering his eyes with one hand and Sally slipped her dress off casually. She stood there in her black lace bra and panties with one stocking unfastened and drooping down her thigh. I admired her slim form with her long, elegant legs, flat stomach, small round butt and surprisingly large breasts. I watched in fascination as she unsnapped her remaining suspenders and then flopped back into my lap to remove her stockings.

She stood again and slipped out of her bra with a sigh of relief. She stood facing me and rubbing her nice perky boobs.

“Ooh, my breasts feel swollen, I must be getting near my period. I’m feeling fertile,” she cooed. Then she came and dangled one pale orb with a taut, pink nipple before my face. “Suck on my nipple, Sidney. My boobs are sore.”

I felt nervous about doing it with Jack sitting right there, but her breasts are simply too irresistible so I readily complied and we were distracted for several minutes while I slurped hungrily on Sally’s nipples and she cradled my head in her hands, cooing with pleasure. We were interrupted by Jack’s grunting as he brazenly watched us and jerked his exposed schlong which had erupted out of his shorts.

“Ugh, you filthy beast, put that back in your shorts!” demanded Sally, drawing away and covering her breasts with one slim arm. “And cover your eyes, you nasty thing. You aren’t allowed to watch while I get changed.”

Jack looked her up and down and jerked his rod unapologetically. “Take your panties off,” he urged.

“I certainly will, once you put your vile member back in your shorts, pig,” she said with a laugh. But she was looking at the red swollen head of Jack’s cock with intense interest and almost seemed disappointed when he tucked in awkwardly back into his boxers. “Very good,” she said with a sigh. “Now cover your eyes so I can finish getting undressed.”

Jack obediently covered his eyes with hand again and Sally quickly slipped out of her panties, exposing her cute little bush. I gazed mesmerized at her cooch for a moment before I realized that Jack was peeking between his fingers.

“Sally, Jack’s peeking!”

She stood there completely naked, every inch of her porcelain skin exposed and planted her hands on her hips. “Jack is that true?” she demanded.

“No, I ain’t looking,” he lied, fingers cracked obviously as he covered his eyes.

“How many fingers?” she asked, giving him the finger.

“Dunno,” he said, gripping his dick again and tugging on it.

“Stop mangling your johnson like that,” she laughed, reaching down to slap the back of his hand. “You’ll go blind jerking yourself so much.”

“That’s not true,” he said, uncovering his face and ogling her naked body openly.

“Cover those eyes, mister,” she giggled, coyly covering her boobs with one arm and her pussy with her other hand.

Jack gave me a wicked grin and covered his eyes again loosely.

“Sally, this is preposterous,” I said, but my penis was so stiff it felt like it would tear my pants.

“You’re right darling, of course,” she said dropping her arms to expose her lovely naked body again. “This brute simply can’t help himself. He insists on being disrespectful of my modesty.”

“Well you aren’t being very modest,” I said, managing a chortle.

“Nonsense, I am the picture of propriety,” she said with a wicked smile. She pulled on her nightgown and presented herself to me. “Look, I’m completely covered now.”

She did look a bit frumpy in the big loose nightgown, but it only hung down halfway to her knees, so her pretty bare legs were still exposed.

“You can look now, you coarse thing,” she told Jack.

“Yeah, you look pretty fat in that,” he told her, looking her up and down. “But at least I can see your nips poking through.”

“So ill-mannered,” she sniffed, covering her nipples in a show of chastity.

“Now look here, you’ve been pretty mean to me all night, why not come and be nice for once and sit on my lap,” growled Jack. His boner was standing stiffly erect in his shorts still as he patted his thigh, urging her to sit.

“Certainly not, you will spear me with that thing like a pig on a spit,” she said giggling and gesturing at Jack’s boner.

“Nah, you’ll be fine, I’ll push it down,” he said grabbing her by her wrist and pulling her toward him. I watched them struggle for a moment, both of them laughing giddily and I was about to intervene when he finally wrestled her down onto his lap. I noticed that she lifted up the back of her nightgown surreptitiously as she sat. So her bare bum was pressing against his thighs. It made my pulse quicken to think of it and I felt myself growing queasy.

“Oh my goodness, this thing,” she laughed breathlessly as she shifted around on Jack’s lap. “It’s like a cudgel.”

“Feel that?” he asked, grabbing her by the hips and grinding her down onto himself.

“Oh my,” she said, cheeks bright from the exertion. I saw a bulge in her nightgown between Sally’s thighs and she reached down and pinched it playfully.

“Jesus christ, Sally, are you fingering his knob?” I gasped in shock.

“Of course not darling, I’m just trying to get adjusted,” she told me with a wan smile as she tucked the lump back against her crotch and brought her knees together to trap it there. “I think I’ve got him under control now.”

“That’s not comfortable, you are too fat, come on let me move you up a little,” grunted Jack and the two struggled a bit more.

“I am not fat,” she cried gaily. “I’m perfectly svelte.” He lifted her up bodily and repositioned her on his lap and she cried out. “Oh wow, oh wow, that’s, uh,” she put her hands out to steady herself as he lowered her slowly back onto his lap.

“Feeling that?” he asked her smugly. as he gripped his hips.

Sally’s mouth hung open stupidly and her eyes went glassy. “Uh, no, I don’t feel anything,” she said.

“Is he poking you in the rear with his prick?” I demanded jealously.

“No, no, darling, we are fine,” she panted. She avoided my gaze and her chest was heaving more than I would have expected from a bit of playful wrestling.

“Yeah, Sally and I are doing great here. I feel like we are really connecting for the first time,” he told me with an evil grin as he began bouncing her lightly up and down on his lap.

“Oh god,” she gasped, biting her lip and tilting her head back. “Oh god.”

“Dear, are you ok? Did he hurt you?” I asked with concern. “You look ill.”

“Um, I think I can handle it,” she said, obviously disoriented.

“Handle what?” I asked suspiciously.

Jack slide his hands up from Sally’s hips to her waist and her gripped her there firmly as he bounced her up and down on his lap more aggressively. “You know, you’ve been calling me oaf and idiot all night. I don’t think you even remember my name, Sally.”

“Jack,” she blurted breathlessly, her mouth hanging open. “Don’t be silly, of course I know your name is Jack, Jack.”

“Yeah, I like that, say my name,” he urged, sweat breaking out on his forehead as he lifted Sally up and down on his lap.

“Oh, Jack,” she said, putting one hand between her legs and sticking a knuckle in her mouth.
“Jesus, it looks like you are humping her over there, stop it,” I chided, feeling suspicious of this whole thing.

“Oh, darling,” said Sally with a forced laugh as she struggled to regain composure. “How absurd! The very idea. He’s just bouncing me on his knee.”

“That’s just strange,” I muttered skeptically, as Jack slowed the bouncing to a steady, rhythmic up and down motion.

“She likes it, it’s soothing,” he said. “Look she’s doing it all on her own now.” He withdrew his hands from her waist and indeed Sally continued moving up and down slowly on his lap. Her boobs were jiggling up and down with the motion and I was transfixed at the sight of them for a moment. Cat Stevens’ “Moon Shadow” chimed softly from her speakers and her paisley curtains fluttered softly in the warm breeze.

“Are you staring at my boobies, Sidney?” she asked sweetly when she noticed my attention.

“Uh, they are motile,” I said, embarrassed.

“Lemme see these,” grunted Jack reaching up from behind and grasping Sally’s pert melons in his big hands. Sally moaned and clasped her hands over his as she jounced down onto his lap and ground her rear back and forth.

“Hey stop that!” I exclaimed.

“Feel that?” she asked Jack seductively, holding his hands onto her boobs as he cupped the thin material of her gown around them.

“Oh fuck, that did it, ahh,” groaned Jack, jiggling Sally spastically on his lap while she pinned his hands in place on her bosom.

“Jesus, look at you two, this is disgusting,” I cried jumping to my feet.

“Oh, darling, I’m so sorry. I’m being naughty,” cried Sally, tearing Jack’s hands away from her chest and leaping to her feet to embrace me. “I gave in and allowed that filthy beast a little taste of what he wants. But I promise I won’t do it again.” She hugged and kissed me passionately as Jack jumped up covering his crotch, and sprinted to the bathroom, giggling as he ran.

“But you let him touch your breasts,” I pouted pulling away from my suddenly affectionate girl friend.

“I know darling, that was terribly unchaste. I think you should spank me,” she said, turning and lifting the back of her gown to present her cute round rump to me.

I couldn’t resist and gave her a playful slap on the rear and she responded by making a “o” of her mouth and putting her palm before her face. I was enjoying this game, but Jack returned to the room fully clothed, with bright red cheeks and a broad grin on his face. Sally dropped the back of her gown quickly.

“I’m outta here,” he said, heading for the door.

“Wait, when will I see you again,” blurted Sally rushing to his side and grasping his arm. “I, uh, enjoyed our bounce on your lap and look forward to doing it again.”

“Come on Sally,” I spat sourly. “Let him go. I’ve been waiting for this asshole to leave all night.”

“Darling, don’t be like that,” she said with a sullen expression, as she entwined her arm with Jack’s. “I thought we were all getting along famously.”

“Which part, when you stripped naked for him or when he grabbed your boob?” I asked bitterly.

“I was just a bit of good-natured mischief, dear,” she purred, putting her head on Jack’s shoulder as she looked at me with half-lidded eyes. “I want you and Jack to become better friends.”

“I want nothing to do with him,” I sniffed, crossing my arms and turning away slightly with my nose in the air.

“That’s ok, baby, let Sidney sulk like a little bitch if he wants. You and I can always be friends. I’ll come over and help you get undressed tomorrow night if you want,” he said gripping Sally’s round bottom through her flimsy gown.

“I’d like that, I’ll give you another lesson in ladies lingerie,” she said, looking up at him with adoration.

“I’ll be giving you some lessons, girl,” he said brusquely and pushed her away. “Smell you later!” And with that, Jack departed.

“Are you really going to hang out with that guy?” I yelped in annoyance.

“Don’t be jealous, dear,” she chided whipping off her nightgown urgently. “He’s merely a buffoon, a minor diversion. You are the only man for me. Now come and ravish me.” She threw herself down on the futon and spread her legs invitingly for me, thrusting her pelvis upward in little impatient jerks. All other thoughts fell from my mind as I struggled out of my trousers and mounted her eagerly. But I was surprised as just how wet she was as I penetrated her with my manhood. I had never felt her so wet before, it was simply uncanny.

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