Jenna's Journal Ch2: Kim's Fashion Show

24 new pages continuing Kim & Jenna’s story, you can read part 1 of Jenna’s Journal here.

It's also attached to this post as a PDF, one with all 37 pages of Jenna's Journal so far, and another with just the 24 new pages. Also in the Google Drive folder that has all my stories.

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy it!

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Sunday

Why was I worried? Kim is a pretty fucking incredible roommate. I’ve already lost count of how many times we’ve done it since yesterday morning.

Her sex drive is off the charts, but lately so is mine. We’re just banging each other’s butts off. Maybe it’s having me around as a willing outlet for her urges? A very willing outlet.

Moving Day

So yesterday I helped Kim move all her stuff out of her apartment – I say “helped” but she wouldn’t let me carry any of the heavy boxes. She gave me all the light ones, while she lifted a stack of the heaviest, piled up higher than her head.

Typical Kim. There was a time I would have fought her for a share of the heavy ones, but it’s kinda cute that she still wants to show off for me. Even carrying twice her body weight in boxes, she still managed to wiggle her butt in my face as I followed her up and down the stairs.

God her legs looked so good, she was wearing a skin tight tank top and those tiny workout shorts that drive me crazy. I swear if those shorts were any shorter they’d be a belt. The way they fit her, the fabric in front is just ALL bulge.

Every trip, when we got to an empty spot halfway up the stairs, I couldn’t resist pulling her aside and kissing her for a while. I’m not usually the kind of frisky where I can’t go 10 minutes without getting some action, but today I was feeling the urge constantly.

Kim tells me she likes it when I act on those urges. Not that she ever talks too directly about what really turns her on. But I do notice a pattern – she likes it when I take control.

She always makes that cute little noise whenever I grab a handful of her meat and give it a squeeze. Like a meowing chirp. Impossible not to smile every time she makes that sound.

I swear it’s pavlovian conditioning. Whether she realizes it or not, Kim is training me with rewards for giving her attention. It does work pretty well.

One of our make-outs in the stairwell got me so hard, Kim was squeezing my bulge through my pants and it was pretty obvious that I was real horned-up. She got down on her knees, pulled her tits out, and started slapping my cock against her big freckled-dusted double-D dumplings.

It only took her a couple strokes. I came just from the dick slapping. I was thinking about the titfuck she was preparing to give me, and how we’re going to have so much more time together now, and I just blew all over her chest and neck.

I kept thinking I heard footsteps on the stairs. Maybe I was hoping someone would catch us. Would it be embarrassing? Or just hot?

Kim takes pride in how fast she can make me cum during a quickie, or how long she can keep me edging when we’re taking our time. Well she set a new record today. Several, in fact.

After cleaning herself up with one of her towels, Kim sat me down on the stairs and climbed on top of me. I was still rock hard and without a word she sat on me and started riding my cock.

Using the hand railings to lift herself up and down, she was slamming and grinding on me with explosive urgency. Her abs looked amazing flexing under her tank top. I just laid back and concentrated on staying hard for her and not cumming again too soon.

I didn’t realize until Kim was blowing her load – of course she was going to make a huge mess there in the stairwell. Two flights above and at least three below us were getting blasted with her cum, and it probably dripped down to all the stairs below, all the way down to the ground floor. Gonna be a hell of a job to clean that up.

Apparently Kim had some score to settle with the landlord who owns the building, because she definitely did that on purpose. She barely got any on herself or me, but every other surface in line of sight was plastered.

After she obliterated the stairs, we started taking the elevator the rest of the day. Good thing we only had a couple trips left and got out of there before anyone seemed to notice. It’s going to be obvious Kim made the mess though, pretty sure she’s the only futa in that apartment building.

Well, I hope they deserved it.

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Dinner

Kim and I were attached at the hip the rest of the day. After moving her boxes, I cooked us a nice steak dinner with all our favorite fixings. Of course, Kim sat on the kitchen countertop to be near me while I cooked.

First couple times she hopped on my counters I shooed her off. But I’ve realized I’m gonna win that war. Taming her is not so easy.

It’s not like I’m a total germaphobe, I only care about the cooking surfaces and keeping her butt off of them. But to Kim all furniture is furniture, equally suitable for sitting on, sleeping on, or fucking on.

I made the mistake of saying the seat of her pants was much dirtier than her bare ass, because her clothes are touching dirty surfaces all day, while her butt is basically fresh from the shower to her shorts.

Of course her response was to take off her pants, then hop back up on the countertop with her dick out.

I kept my priorities on the cooking, didn’t get pulled into the passionate mauling she was trying to instigate. But I sure as hell wasn’t gonna tell her to put that big beautiful dick away. So I let her sit on the countertop.

It was nice having her there, being able to stare at her mouthwatering sausage for a nice long while. Chopping vegetables doesn’t really require me to watch where I’m cutting because I know how to use a knife, so I kinda had my eyes on her meat more than our meal most of the prep.

I was a little surprised she wasn’t getting hard after 30 minutes of flirty small talk. I even gave her shaft a couple strokes when I had a free hand, or a tug on her balls and a long slow kiss whenever I needed to get into a cupboard behind her.

I went as far as asking if she was feeling okay. After this much teasing she would usually have a towering erection spouting precum like a volcano.

Well, Kim said she was trying not to make a mess in my kitchen, or to distract me too much.

So she CAN control herself when she wants to. Filing that one away for later.

I told her to get hard and suck herself. If she was gonna sit there with her dick out why not give me a real show?

That sure put a smile on her freckled face. Kim got hard so fast I didn’t even see it happen. I was watching her pull her tank top over her head and drop those big heavy tits out one at a time, and before I knew it she was already stiff. Her big thick dick was pressing up against the bottom of one tit, lifting it up.

Good thing most of the food was already cooking by that point, so I could savor the view. We weren’t talking much in that moment, just a lot of eye-fucking each other as she slowly kissed and licked at the angry apple-sized head of her cock.

She sucked herself nice and slow, both of her arms leaning back on the countertop, with her ankles crossed looking all casual and sweet.

I didn’t interfere too much, a bit of caressing her washboard abs here and there. So deeply cut and perfectly ripped. While you might not be able to actually grate cheese on them, you could certainly crumble a nice firm Pecorino stagionato against her serratus.

I snuck some kisses around her cock so I could get a taste of her lips and her tip at the same time. It’s so hot sharing a three way make-out session with her dick, both of us kissing over and around it, her spurts of precum shooting all over our faces and making our kisses hot and salty.

Several times I needed to open the drawer that Kim’s balls were hanging in front of. Every time I handled her nuts to lift them out of the way, I noticed Kim was swallowing. She must have been leaking precum into her mouth like a faucet. I could see she’d been edging for long enough that her balls were going into overdrive, and I didn’t want her to fill up on herself before dinner.

I told her to cum for me, and she did, hard and heavy, swallowing every drop. I was holding her balls in one hand while I kept stirring the sauce on the stove with the other hand. It was a pretty blissful moment. I felt that euphoric post-climax glow without actually having an orgasm.

It almost feels like a guilty pleasure, to be able to enjoy Kim playing with herself right near me, without having to focus my full attention on sex.

Do I have a multi-tasking kink? A fetish for productive fornication? Whatever it is, nice of Kim to indulge me, because I really enjoy having her fapping next to me while I do something else. Why gaze out the window when I can gaze at her jerking off?

So Kim drained her balls down her throat, and still had plenty of room for the steak. Dunno where she puts it, her stomach looked as lean and hard as ever for her after-dinner show.

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Fashion Show

All day Kim was talking about this fashion show she was going to give me. I’ll admit I was pretty hyped that she was so excited about it.

Her wardrobe does need some variety, from what I’ve seen, so much of what she lives in is gym wear, but she can make almost anything look good.

Kim brought a couple boxes of her clothes out into the living room and told me to relax on the couch.

I was expecting some fancy lingerie, or slutty hot leather, maybe cosplay of some game character I don’t recognize. I wasn’t expecting ANY of them. Well maybe #5 wasn’t a surprise…

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Outfit #1

The first time she came out of the bathroom, Kim’s hard freckled body was wrapped in a gorgeous jade cocktail dress, tight and clingy around her narrow waist. Her hair was down around her shoulders looking feminine as fuck.

The dress was a solid blueish green color, no pattern, so every wrinkle and crease accentuated all the contours of her body. She knows better than to camouflage her cuts.

The hemline ended mid-thigh so her cock was hanging out by a solid foot down to her knees. She had a dark sheer stocking pulled over her dick, matching the dark knee-high stockings on her legs.

I’ve never seen her in stockings before. Holy shit they make her calves look so good. It’s not Kim’s usual style, but with those green heels to complete the outfit she was looking like a total fucking knockout.

Before I knew it she was moving onto the next outfit, but I already wanted to pounce on her and enjoy her looking stunning like that for the rest of the night. She’d only just flexed her abs through the dress a bit, bounced her biceps a couple times, and was ready to change into something else, but I wasn’t finished enjoying that getup.

My dick was hard enough to cut glass. It was tenting up my leggings and revealing just how much I was enjoying the show.

When I told Kim to wait, she perked up. Handed me her phone and asked me to take some pictures of each outfit for her. Normally she takes her own selfies and is a little possessive of her phone, but I was happy to capture the incredible sights flashing in front of my eyes.

As she hit me with some more muscle poses in the dress, Kim said she wished she had a buckle strap to put around her cock that matched her heels. She took off one shoe and held it up against her cock, showing me how the buckle would look. She tried ramming her dick into the shoe but no way her thick cock could possibly fit into a space sized for an ankle.

The photo of Kim trying to stuff her cock into her high heel shoe – is now my phone’s new background wallpaper. Sure I took plenty of better photos that night, but something about the way she’s looking at me in that picture just takes my breath away.

She was so genuinely herself in that moment. Lost in the excitement of showing off for me, showing me how just the fucking tip of her massive fucking girldick won’t even fit halfway into that dainty dress shoe.

We bond over clothes not fitting our fat futa dicks properly, but her bad fits are always an order of magnitude hotter than mine. Like the boy briefs she ripped just from her putting her dick through the dick hole.

I suggested she use one of her neck chokers as a cock strap – it works for me with resizable chokers. But Kim said she snaps chokers around her cock way too easily, basically every time. She finds it impossible to enjoy an orgasm fully without flexing her cock hard enough to bust any straps that are purely ornamental. She needs serious load-bearing leather belts to strap her down. God what a fucking stallion my girlfriend is.

Anyway! Back to the fashion show – there are 6 outfits I have to write about and we’re not even done with #1.

When I told Kim to wait before changing out of the green dress, she made that cute little sound, walked up closer to me, and put her leg up on the couch, stockinged foot in my lap.

Kim’s cock with was pressed against my cheek, pulsing in time with her heartbeat. The shoe was still hanging off the end of her cock.

She leaned over so her tits were hanging in my face, and her hair was falling in an orange curtain all around me. I was in a world of Kim.

Her diamond calf was flexing and bulging as she arched her heel. Her toes gripping and pressing down on the base of my cock, she was kneading it like dough. Combined with all the other stimulation, just that tiny motion was enough to set me off.

I came right through my leggings, spunking all over her stockings, and myself.

Kim leaned down to kiss me and asked if she could show me more.

I told her to surprise me.

Took off my pants and put down some towels while Kim went to change into her next outfit.

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Outfit #2

Another surprise: ultra casual this time. She walked out of the bathroom wearing faded blue jeans and a tee shirt. Sneakers, a baseball cap, and hair in a ponytail completed the urban ensemble. Damned if she didn’t look just as good in that as she did in the dress.

The shirt wasn’t a tight fitted tee, just a regular old band shirt. Baggy in the middle but tight around her chest and shoulders. Her jeans were a regular cut and fit, the way she outmatched the standard sizing was delicious.

Her cock was stuffed down one pant leg, the frayed holes and bare patches in her jeans showing glimpses of raging redhead cockmeat all the way down her thigh. There was a large hole near her knee revealing the entire head of her cock.

Overall a really hot look. I could never pull it off but Kim was a picture perfect hardbody skater girl.

When I took the photo she lifted her shirt to flex her abs, stuck out her tongue, and thrust her hips forward so her cock popped out of the hole like a groundhog.

Then came the twist – turns out Kim had something special up her sleeve with each outfit. She pulled a condom out of her back pocket and told me how this was her genius idea for quick-changing condoms without taking off her pants.

She used the access hole at the knee to put on the condom – with quite a bit of difficulty. It was entertaining (and sexy) watching her struggle but she got it on eventually. Though I did manage to open a bottle of wine before she did.

Kim decided the jeans weren’t comfy enough to keep, and asked me to help her rip the legs off to make them into shorts. She knows how much I love watching her cock obliterate clothing so I gave her some very enthusiastic encouragement.

She put one foot up on the couch and presented her cock-stuffed pant leg. I pawed at it and squeezed to feel how solid and powerful it was, humming with potential like an idle engine.

I could see the condom was already catching some precum and filling the reservoir tip. Around this point in the evening I decided I wanted to see if I could get Kim to cum once in every outfit, just ‘cause I knew she could.

She took one of my hands and had me grab ahold of her jeans by the knee hole. My other hand, she guided up underneath her shirt, pushing her hard nipple between my fingers. All she wanted me to do was hold onto the jeans and play with her nipple while she did the rest to rip them apart.

It’s almost too easy, how much Kim loves nipple play. A little twiddling of her knobs and her dick was bucking and straining in her jeans. Holding on felt like a real rodeo.

I forget what I said while she ripped out of the jeans, one throbbing inch at a time. But I’ll never forget the sound of denim snapping thread by thread under the unstoppable force of Kim’s pile-driver dick.

My brain was all melty and warm and I probably gushed some embarrassing nonsensical goop while I tried to feel her abs with my forearm, because my fingers were busy with her nipples.

Kim climaxed into the condom and her dick went fully vertical, tearing through the rest of the denim pant leg all the way up to the zipper. Her dick actually smacked against my forearm and pinned it against her abs for a second.

It gave me quite a bruise on my arm, as wide as her cock. Kim felt so bad when she saw it later, but I think it’s pretty neat. Of course she tries to be gentle, but come on, her dick is strong enough to lift me, how can I not be obsessed with that kind of power?

I had towels ready because I knew she was going to bust the condom. It held out longer than I expected, longer than the jeans anyway. When the rubber started to split I threw the towel over everything and caught the whole load in a big tidy cum sack.

So I polished her knob a little to clean her up, before she bounced away for the next one.

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Outfit #3

Autumn knitwear! Okay this one was legit fashionable, she was rocking it. Big comfy brown cashmere sweater, so loose it completely hid her arms and torso. Long enough that it covered her hips. Yellow leggings, skin tight over her shredded quads, and tall brown boots. Fashionable contrast of loose and tight fabrics. Her package was nowhere in sight so I figured it was hidden up under the sweater.

Her hair was tucked up under a big floppy knit cap, just a few fiery strands left out to frame her face. Big burgundy knit scarf wrapped around her neck and hiding her mouth.

Adorable, sexy, and very presentable, I would be happy to take this Kim anywhere without worrying about causing too much of a scene. Her bulging quads in those bright, skin-tight leggings would still turn heads.

Seeing too many parts of Kim all at once can be dangerously distracting (as we discovered jogging on the beach boardwalk in bikinis, causing not one but three car accidents that day).

I pulled Kim down onto the couch with me for some cuddling in that comfy sweater. She had nothing on underneath, and I couldn’t get enough of pulling back the loose folds to reveal her tight chiseled body underneath.

Whatever muscle I’m focused on, she flexes it masterfully, giving me as long as I want to touch and squeeze and play with it.

Totally ignored her arms this time, kept pulling her sweater up to kiss her abs and suck on her nipples. Then pulled it down while I kissed her lips so I could enjoy pulling it back up again.

Eventually I stuck my head under the sweater for some alone time with her cock, gave her head until she came in my mouth. Swallowed most of her 3rd (or was it 4th?) load of the night, but there was so much so fast I started coughing up some. Kim took over and swallowed the rest herself while I hugged her tight.

There’s no better feeling than the way her body moves when she orgasms. I love having my hands around her dick and feeling it pulsing hard. Swear it gets twice as thick for a few seconds at the peak of her climaxes. That’s the reason so many of her clothes can’t last through even a single one of her orgasms.

We agreed she’s wearing this outfit for our next date at the movie theater. The sweater is great for smuggling in snacks, and giving sneaky handjobs.

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Outfit #4

I don’t even know what to call this one, sexy librarian cheerleader? First of all, she was wearing GLASSES. Purely cosmetic, hopefully she wasn’t hurting her eyes wearing prescriptions because her vision is perfect. But DAMN they were cute. Square black frames, simple and smart, they transformed her into her slightly nerdier twin sister.

Tan turtleneck sweater, long sleeves tightly hugging her arms, with vertical stripes of stitching tracing the swells of her shoulders and chest, butcropped to end right at the bottom of her breasts.

Bare abs and legs on full display. Short black skirt that emphasized her V taper hips and adonis belt. Athletic sneakers. Hair in her favorite style – center part with twin ponytails.

Lotta skin on display, but the turtleneck sweater and glasses classed it up. I liked this one a lot.

Nothing covering her dick though, it was just hanging out below the skirt.

Then Kim brought out the final accessory, a black leather jacket. She tied the sleeves together around her hips so the jacket covered her cock. Not the best solution, but not the worst.

It’s just whenever I see any girl with a jacket around her waist covering the front, I assume she’s a futa trying to hide a big ol’ boner, so I don’t think it does much besides invite closer inspection. Maybe that’s just me.

I had Kim put the jacket on for some photos. Bit of an odd combination but it pushed my buttons. I asked where she would wear it. She said “shopping for something to cover my cock”. Had to agree that sounds like a really fun date.

I went to grab one of my chokers, the most uncomfortable and cheap one, and put it around Kim’s cock to accessorize. I was prepared to sacrifice it on the altar of Kim’s godly rod.

She sat back and let me have some fun jerking her off for a while. As she got close to cumming she took off the clothes, but I made her put the glasses back on, they were getting me very hard.

Recorded a video of her cumming this time, she was edging up closer to her climax and we had some time to set up a good shot. Kim really hammed up this character for the camera, biting her lip and looking worried as she watched her dick throbbing and straining against the choker like it was some wild animal about to break loose.

The metal clasp of the choker was starting to bend, and Kim had this shocked look on her face like it was a total surprise. She chewed her lip and flexed her cock as hard as she could, snapping the choker right off. Hit the wall and fell behind the couch. So fucking hot, what a dream girl.

Then Kim stuck out her tongue, crossed her eyes, and shot a jet of cum straight into her face, splattering all across her glasses.

She tells me she can push herself to a climax just by flexing her dick because the expansion and friction feels so good. I can relate to the feeling, but there’s no way I could flex my dick to an orgasm without touching like she can.

Watching the video later, I counted 15 spurts hitting her open mouth. Nothing as crazy as her earlier loads, but still pretty damn heavy. She caught all of it on her face, lots in her hair, so she wanted to hop in the shower before the next one.

I took the opportunity to walk my naked self to the kitchen and put some cinnamon rolls in the oven to bake.

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Outfit #5

OMG the aqua bikini! Her favorite. My favorite. A classic from our yacht party crashing adventure, and hot summer days at the beach picking up the fittest chicks we could find.

Another surprise that Kim pulled out this familiar fave, when I was expecting something new. But really what could be better than the aqua bikini?

She keeps me off-balance, so I’m always falling right into her arms.

Kim emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, coiling her wet hair into a bun. A very oversized baggy shirt hid her body down to her knees, and she was wearing flip-flop sandals and sun glasses. Sizzling beach vibes.

I could see a strap of the aqua bikini peeking out under the baggy shirt, and guessed what was coming next. A few strutting steps prancing around in her sandals, then she grabbed her oversized shirt and tore it wide open.

It never gets old, watching her arms pull the threads apart nice and slow, revealing a wall of muscle underneath, and that aqua bikini so dazzlingly bright against her rosy skin.

The way it hugs and lifts and wraps around her tits is the perfection that all bikinis aspire to. Makes her look so stacked.

The pouch-style bottoms are designed for futas – XXL futas at that – but they still only manage to cover up 2/3 of Kim’s package on a good day.

Plenty of top-shaft showing above the bikini, and a full view of her balls from the sides, yet the suit is clearly making such an effort to contain her junk you can’t really ask any more of it.

We’ve broken a lot of ice with that aqua bikini, and more than a few cherries.

The twist this time: I spotted round studded nipple piercings under the bikini!

I forgot she even had her nipples pierced. She practically never wears them, guess it’s more stimulation than she really needs.

Took some pictures as she hit a few classic bodybuilding poses in the bikini. Her side tricep flex got me shivering. I was leaning back on the couch, stroking myself with one arm and taking pics with my other hand, but I was getting too worked up to keep my distance.

I went in for a feel of that shredded, chiseled, freckled pillar of beef she calls an arm, and pulled her bikini top aside to get a better look at her nipple piercings.

Simple silver studs, nothing too crazy, but knowing how much enjoyment she gets out of nipple play, I wanted to see how she would respond to some nub twiddling.

She kept her hands clasped behind her back and let me have my fun. She still had the sunglasses on, which seemed silly at first, but then it started to feel sexy that I couldn’t see her eyes.

Twisting and flicking at her piercings made her whole body tense up and shudder. She made The Sound and her dick began to stretch her bikini bottoms.

We couldn’t afford to damage the sacred aqua bikini, so I pulled her bottoms down her hips and let her dick spring out. Almost whacked me in the chin but I dodged it like a matador.

Before I could get my lips on her hardness, the cinnamon rolls were done.

I grabbed Kim’s cock and tugged on it to lead her into the kitchen. Had a bowl of frosting ready for her to spooge into. I was planning to mix her cum with the frosting to make it a little salty-sweet.

While I was dragging her by the dick, Kim surprised me again.

With a southern twang she asked “got a job for me miss Raleigh? I’m just a young frostin’ delivery girl, ‘fraid ah don’t know much ‘bout baking ma’am.”

I said “Yes, and if you do a good job I’ll teach you a thing or two about muffins and cake.”

“Just tell me where ya want this here load of frosting miss, gosh yew sure are pretty ma’am.” (she was getting into the country farm girl accent)

I did my best to improvise – “Quite a blue ribbon hog you’ve got here young lady, it must put the other girls at this fair to shame. Think you can fill up a bucket of cream for me? I’ll bet you’d win a prize for that too.”

“Oh I don’t cumpete milady, t’wouldn’t be fair to t’other girls.” (her accent was slipping into medieval english serf)

“Just as a personal favor for me then, let me milk you and I’ll keep all your cream for myself.” and I stroked her faster.

Couldn’t think of a clever way to tell her to cum into the frosting bowl, but she got the idea. A little smooching and tugging had her unloading that heavy cream right into my frosting. Role-play already forgotten as we were both transfixed by her blue-ribbon boner pumping and spurting into my bowl.

Once she’d nutted enough into the frosting, I aimed her cock into the sink so she could empty out the rest of her load, and turned away to grab a mixing spoon. But I forgot to tell Kim I was planning to spread that cum-frosting mix on the cinnamon rolls…

When I turned back around, Kim was already frosting the hot rolls on the pan with the rest of her cumshot. She had enough left to shoot white stripes across every single one of them, and half the countertop too.

I couldn’t even be angry, seeing how much cum she still had left after filling the bowl was honestly hot as fuck.

I just put the frosting in the fridge for later, and fed Kim one of the rolls while she was still catching her breath. They were plenty sweet enough, and her cum added a nice salty savoriness with the cinnamon spice.

As we ate the rolls together, I couldn’t help noticing Kim was still erect and leaking precum.

I said something like “Jesus christ Kim are you still hard after all that? Do I need to jerk you off again right now?”

She just blushed and shoved a whole roll into her mouth to avoid answering. Her dick twitching and leaking precum with every throb was all the answer I needed.

I licked my sticky fingers and reached my arms around her from behind, to stroke her off into the kitchen sink. Wrapping my hands around the thick base of her tree trunk made her moan. When I beat her meat against the side of the stainless steel basin, she grunted and shot out more precum with every thwack.

We were making a real Jackson Pollock painting in the sink, pumping out so much clear lubrication the whole basin was covered in criss-crossing ropes and drips, on top of a layer of older spunk spatters from her last load. It just needed a pint of eggshell white.

I whispered a simple command in her ear: “again”.

Kim reached up to twist on one of her nipple piercings. It was like pulling a trigger, her dick started firing jets of jizz across the sink to splatter the back of the basin. They were coming fast and hard, she was spewing like she’d been pent up for a while.

There’s really nothing I enjoy more than my hands wrapped around Kim’s cock while she’s having an orgasm. The feeling of that thundering trunk bucking and heaving between my fingers is heavenly. I squeeze it as hard as I can to enjoy the sensation of my hands getting pushed apart as she swells thicker and harder… I’ve gotten off to it a lot.

Quick aside – the very first time I got to feel Kim’s cock while she came, was at the gym. Kim’s first week there I think. Astrid was doing bench press and Kim was fucking her instead of spotting her like she was supposed to.

So I stepped in to spot Astrid because it was an accident waiting to happen. The horny blonde girl couldn’t concentrate on working out with Kim stirring up her insides. Astrid started grabbing at my dick through my shorts, so I racked the weight for her and let her have her fun.

But then Kim took my wrist and pulled me forward across the bench, forcing my hand onto the base of her dick. She made sure to wrap my fingers all the way around her thick shaft, and held my hand there as she came a massive load into Astrid.

I remember Kim saying “You like this Jenna?”

Except it wasn’t a question. More of a statement of fact. Or a command.

“You like this Jenna”.

Oh good lord do I ever.

It was so hot the way Astrid was thrashing around on Kim’s dick, having an orgasm that looked more like an exorcism, while Kim was totally motionless, fully flexed, holding my hands against her cock. Just pumping and pumping, filling the girl with her baby batter pipeline.

Even with four of our hands wrapped around it, and a solid foot of length buried deep inside Astrid, there was still a whole stretch of thick cock shaft visible, pulsing and throbbing as cum sprayed back out of the girl’s overfilled cunt. Could have fit another 6 hands on the amount of cock still outside her pussy.

But the best part, Kim was holding my hands against her cock so tight I couldn’t have moved if I wanted too, she had Astrid and I fully subdued while she came. I was bent over the bench press unable to do anything but bear witness to her glorious cumming.

Holy fuck I was so turned on by that. Kept thinking of that moment whenever I was fapping. I’d try not to, but still end up focusing on it anyway. So I guess I really have been obsessed with her since the beginning. It’s just taken me a long time to embrace it.

But back to the fashion show, one more to go.

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Outfit #6

I knew there would be Cosplay, but this one was so obvious! Dunno how it never occurred to me.

I rinsed away Kim’s modern art masterpiece in the sink while she did another wardrobe change. Got myself cleaned up and put on some pjs.

Kim yelled through the closed door that she wanted me to turn out the lights for this one. I was expecting a burlesque show with a feather boa. Wrong again.

She stood in the open doorway with the bathroom lights behind her putting her shape in silhouette.

First thing I noticed was her hair in a side ponytail. Tiny blue jean shorts with rolled up cuffs. Red suspenders. Yellow sleeveless crop top leaving her arms, abs, and legs bare. Red and white Converse flats.

Who’s that Pokemon trainer? It’s Misty!

I wouldn’t recognize most game or cartoon characters, but I did grow up in America in the 90s, so of course I know Pokemon.

Now, is it a little weird to be sexy cosplaying a character from a kids cartoon show? Sure, and I’m a perv for fucking her while she wore it… but first of all, the fantasy here (according to Kim) is a grown up Misty who joined a fighting gym, spent years working out to get buff, and also fucked her pussy with an evolution stone which evolved her into a futa… are we doing it right?

Anyway we’re just adults having some fun in the privacy of our home.

Aww. Our Home. First time I’ve said that.

Kim kept calling me Nessa, but I didn’t know who that was. Looked up the character and what a surprise, it’s the black one. Kim makes a good Misty though, the skimpy outfit is too hot on her.

At least I had enough Poke-wareness to compliment Kim on her poke-balls and say they were super, nay ultra effective at capturing my heart.

Kim does spend a surprising amount of time playing video games. At home on her consoles and PC, on her phone, in bed, on the toilet. I can’t fathom having the focus to spend so much time on one thing, but she tells me it’s like a million different things because there’s so much to do in so many different worlds.

She wants me to try some multiplayer games with her, and now that she has my whole entertainment system at her disposal, I’m sure she’ll introduce me all kinds of distractions. Apparently an upcoming Valkyrie game has the option to make superpowered futa characters. Sounds pretty sweet.

Anyway where was I? We ended up fucking on the couch for a while, in her Misty outfit. Then we moved to the bedroom until we made a mess of the sheets. Then to the shower, where we finished up the fuckfestivities.

Even. After. All. That. Cumming. Kim’s penultimate load of the night was nutty.

Hit the shower ceiling again. I kept stroking her and she kept erupting for me.

It’s a really satisfying way to come down after lots of sex, sitting down on the shower floor, back against the corner wall, with Kim in my lap leaning back into me, water raining down on us. In that position I can just stroke her til she’s spent. I worry we’re gonna fall asleep like that some day.

We made it to bed dry, despite Kim’s best efforts. She isn’t bothered diving into clean sheets still wet from the shower, but I won’t have it.

After changing the sexed-up sheets, I blow-dried her hair, toweled her down, and carried her back to bed only when she was dry as a bone. Of course by then she was hard as a bone too, from all the touching and rubbing.

Didn’t feel like dealing with another mess so I opened the window overlooking the hillside and told Kim to blow her load out there. Nothing but dry brush grass and dirt on that slope. It’s actually a fire hazard this time of year. So if she can moisturize some of that dry ground why not? Maybe we can fertilize some flowers.

Some day there’ll be another house there I’m sure, but for now Kim can have her own private firing range right outside our window. I should set up some cans for her to shoot at.

She finished herself out the window while I watched from bed. After that load she was finally soft and spent. Kim’s firm freckled buns flexing in the moonlight as she beat off was just a beautiful sight. I’m sure I’ll be seeing her rubbing one out in that position again, will have to try to capture it next time.

When she crawled between the sheets and cuddled up next to me, I got lost in thought for a moment thinking about what to say. She was asleep before I came up with anything.

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Woke around 4. Having Kim in my arms made it a bit too hard to fall back asleep, but I didn’t want to wake her, the little cum factory needs her sleep.

So I decided to write this. She’s a sound sleeper, hasn’t stirred the whole time.

I was playing with her hair and rubbing her back and she made that little meowing chirp in her sleep.

Think I’ll just lay here and hold her for a while until she wakes up.

No sign of her morning wood yet. That means I get to have my hands around her beanstalk when it sprouts. I’m looking forward to climbing it.

All this thinking and writing about last night has me itching to be reunited.

Her body is right here, but she’s not awake, so I still miss her.

Yea. I think I’m in love.