Jennie is a woman, not a girl. If you’d like to sleep with her, never forget this. She is brilliant, funny, imaginative, and extraordinarily self-possessed. She is not a woman you can force, cajole, trick, or guilt into fucking you. You’ll have to work for it.
Jennie’s naughtiness is old-school and innuendo-laden. If you use words like “cock” and “cunt,” you’ll lose her instantly. When she tells you about the electric toothbrush she refers to as “her first boyfriend,” just give her a knowing grin and talk about your “first girlfriend.” It may have been your hand, or it may have been something else — it doesn’t matter. Just make her aware that you understand the subtext and are game. If she trusts you, she’ll slowly reveal little details — how she spent her teen years getting to know her pillows, or polishing her bed frame to a shine.
Don’t make your move yet. Have dinner with her, meet her for coffee, exchange texts. Talk about books and art and film. Every now and then, allude to how good your “girlfriend” was to you last night. Gently invite her to share her secrets — the voracious appetite for pleasure she discovered when she was little, her secret moments with the edge of the sink or the tub, her first vibrator. She’ll tell you how shy she can be, how much she dislikes performing in bed. She’ll reveal to you that, in reality, she’s quiet and breathless, with just a little whimper escaping her when she’s close.
Wait for the lingering hug, and listen for her breath quickening. That’s when she’s ready to kiss you. Her mouth will be warm and inviting, eager to taste you. Be patient and take your time. Jennie isn’t a woman you possess — don’t grope her, and don’t push. Just kiss her neck while you press your body against hers, your cock hard in your jeans, her hips grinding gently against you.
She will reveal her body to you like the Word was revealed to Isaiah. Her breasts, high and soft, nipples hard for you. The curve of her waist, and the mouth-watering angle of her hips. The patch of dark hair between her thighs, already glistening for you. As you look her over, say to yourself, “This is mine tonight,” and feel yourself grow rock-hard, your cock like a tight fist. But don’t say this to her. This possessiveness is your secret.
And this is the most important part. A woman like Jennie doesn’t have needs — she has demands. Her body demands pleasure and attention. Once awakened, the hunger in her must be fed. You could lie on top of her now, and slide your cock into her. You could pull her on top of you, and watch as she fucks herself with your cock, her body trembling as she pistons on top of you, your balls tightening. But if you do, she will remember this night as one among many.
If you want her to remember this night, you have to use your mouth. Start with her left earlobe, and kiss and nibble your way down her neck. Don’t leave a mark — a woman like Jennie will think you’re a boy, not a man, if you give her a hickey. Stroke her hair as you kiss her collarbone, then descend to her breasts. Let her feel your cock against her thigh as you take her nipple in your mouth, gently grinding it, moaning softly against her flesh. You’ll feel her wet against your leg, grinding softly, like she’s in heat.
Look up at her as you kiss your way along her belly. Gently pet and stroke her mound as you nibble on her thigh. Her body will tense when you cover her slit with your warm, soft breath, and she’ll gasp when you trace her pussy lips with the tip of your tongue. Remember her shyness — don’t force anything and don’t spend your time talking. Just let her lie back and enjoy this, and listen to her body.
Circle her clit with the tip of your tongue, then trace her pussy lips again. Get your tongue between them, darting it into her. Wrap an arm around her hips. Then circle her clit with your mouth, and flick your tongue against it. Her reaction will be instantaneous, her body trembling and almost imperceptibly writhing, her hands clutching the sheets. Moan against her clit, let the vibrations of your voice permeate her. Then slowly push two fingers into her, and lick.
She’ll grip your arm as pleasure begins to overtake her. In spite of everything she’s said about performance, a moan will escape her. Bob your head in time with your fingers, your tongue flicking her clit hungrily. Suck on it, bury your face in her, show her that this moment isn’t a chore but a delight. When you reach up to play with her nipple, she’ll raise her hips towards you. Slide a third finger into her and thrust your hand, fucking her with your fingers as you lick her swollen, eager clit.
Her leg will be smeared with your precum. Your face will be smeared with her juices. She’ll slide a hand into your hair, desperately pressing your face into her needy little cunt, every inch of her body vibrating.
Look up at her. She won’t look back at you — she’s too shy for that — but you will see her face twisted with pleasure, her mouth open in a silent O. This is the moment when Jennie is truly revealed to you. This is the moment when Jennie is not a woman, but a girl.
Don’t stop. She would never say this to you, so I’ll say it on her behalf — don’t you dare fucking stop. Moan against her as you hungrily lick and suck her clit. Pound her pussy with your hand. Feel her build up and tighten beneath you. Jennie almost always cums three times — first in a powerful climax, then in two intense aftershocks, leading to a slow, shuddering halt. Don’t stop until you get there. When her entire body arches towards you, and she grits her teeth and gasps, don’t stop. She will try to push your head away, but don’t stop until you feel her body jerk twice more, her cunt flooded for you. She will feel hot and slick around your fingers. Her skin will taste salty-clean. Flick your tongue playfully against one side of her clit, and watch her jerk away from you.
Kiss your way back up her body — thigh, hip, belly, breast, collarbone, neck, lips. Don’t say, “Did you like that? Did you cum hard?” Just say, “I loved that. That was fun.” Casually stroke her pubic hair, your cock brushing her hip, and let her catch her breath.
Patience is key, especially at this moment. Let her rest. Know that, for the rest of her life, Jennie will look at you and think of your mouth. Years later, well into marriage and motherhood, when you’re just old friends, she will still touch herself while thinking of you, and when she remembers that first night, she will touch herself furiously.
Lie back, and save your strength. Remember Jennie’s appetite for pleasure. Once she’s ready, it’s going to be a long and memorable night.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/k1hyjs/how_jennie_likes_it_mforal