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First off, I want to make sure that everyone realizes that there is going to be some offensive content in this and any story that I post here. I have been seeing some pretty out-of-control material on here which, thankfully, has tastefully been locked. Before you read this, however, please know that the human sexual reactions detailed here can contain words listed in the explicit material section. I love posting so please bring a problem to me before you bring it to a moderator. Enjoy! And comment! Please comment! If one of Elle's adventures isn't followed then it's time for her to move on to more... interesting escapades...Elle Stories: Jeni and Frankie... and Thor... Life was pretty terrible for Jeni. High school ended and so did the support from her family. No school, a lame job and a boyfriend with about as much skill in the sack as the telephone booth she was leaning against. "I'm better than this." She would often think to herself. "Goddam Mom. Yeah, raise me as a devout Mormon and then leave me with Dad three weeks after my 18th birthday. Wow. Awesome, Mom, awesome." Jeni was very bitter. It was hard to tell, though, because she was also very pretty. Not necessarily beautiful, as you may well characterize classic beauty to be, and certainly not the kind of hot that stains adolescent sheets through the volume of imagination, no. Jeni was simply very pretty, a fact of which she was slowly but surely becoming aware. She was, however, still very bitter. Salt Lake City can get very hot in August. Hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk. To empty normally crowded streets and fill suspecting malls with anticipated money. To make a young, blonde girl very aware of how little she had going for her at that moment. Jeni looked around. It was 3 o'clock and she was nearly late for work. Her rocket-scientist of a father had, yet again, passed out watching Nascar tapes while heaving down a 12 pack of Miller High Life. He was an hour late. "He probably wouldn't even be any good as an organ donor. Not a brain donor, anyway. Or liver." Tommy, her boyfriend, had also failed to show. After Dad's completely unsurprising failure to arrive, Jeni called Tommy in desperation. He was so weak. He actually had apologized to her for not having known to be there earlier. Tommy's backbone had, roughly, the rigidity of overcooked spinach. He drove a 1994 Nissan Sentra, dented and keyed twice as it was parked a block away from Jeni's house and exactly 1,256 feet from her window, his preferred alternative to actually coming in the front door and shaking her Father's hand. He loved words like "kinda" and "well..." and phrases such as "I could try, I guess..." and the ever-present "Jeni, I am so sorry, all my fault!" Nice boy but about as capable of impressing anyone as a pig in Texas being anything but breakfast. "He's lost. He's always lost. He's probably halfway to Provo by now. Jesus Christ." Jeni started to consider options. She was 19 now and still lacked a vehicle. This made things hard. If she missed work again she knew that it was a pink slip and three day's severance pay. The "I don't have a ride" excuse got worn out three missed rides ago and now she was on final warning. Time to take things into her own hands. Every man in her life was completely inept and absolutely unreliable. Time to make it happen. Time to hitchhike. "It's Utah for Christ's sake." She thought, ironically. "What kind of danger could I be in hitching here? An ambush conversion attempt by some missionaries who haven't met quota this week? I guess I am rather conspicuous, here, without an LDS ring on... maybe if I use the other hand..." Forty minutes passed and the only person who stopped was a BMW with a flat tire, which didn't count because it was only a man in a flat black pressed suit who spent as much time screwing up the tire change as he did trying not to look like he was looking up Jeni's skirt, which he was. He succeeded because by the time Jeni started to wonder why a tire change was taking a half an hour he had only gotten 2 lugnuts off. She opted to move a ways down the road, thumb extended, snarl exposed. Time passed and her pink tank top was soaked through with sweat. Jeni began feeling seriously delirious as she stumbled along with her thumb skyward. She stumbled over something metal and landed with a dull thud on the pavement, face down and completely heat-stricken. She could barely will herself to turn her head away from the traffic. Five minutes passed and not a soul slowed. She wondered if she looked like a blown-out tire somehow. Doubtable. Tires don't have bronzed skin, large brown eyes or wear smart plaid skirts with contrastingly solid-pink tank tops. Jeni began to wonder why she did not care that she was about to be late for work, why the sun didn't even really feel hot anymore and why she could look right at it and not really feel pain... "Jesus Christ, lass, are you alright?" Jeni looked away from the sun and could barely make out the outline of a face around the spots left in her eyes. "Well, you've banged up that elbow of yours right cleanly, dear. C'mon, now, let's get you inside." Strong hands gently turned Jeni over and lifted her. Suddenly the sun was no longer pounding her into the asphalt. She couldn't see a thing as her eyes adjusted to the light. The strong hands brushed her hair from her face as she laid on what felt like soft carpet with her head on a cushion. Water was being poured into her mouth. "Tha's right, lass, tha's right. Good God, you've had a go of it today, haven't you, then?" Jeni drank thirstily, gulping down the warm water with increasing urgency. When it was gone she tried to sit up. Stars began swimming behind Jeni's eyes and the darkness slipped her consciousness away with the utmost stealth. Jeni passed out hopelessly. Jeni dreamed of Tommy. He was kissing her powerfully, deeply and with no regard for how absolutely sloppy it was. She was amazed at the strength in his kiss, in his tongue. She moaned, "Tommy... you're different..." She felt him lick the side of her face, which seemed odd but somehow welcome and astonishingly erotic. His strong licks moved down her neck as he pushed her tank top aside with his muzzle and began to lick her left nipple. Strong tongue strokes then began to fall on her right nipple as, somehow, Tommy nuzzled aside the other side of her tank top to completely expose her breasts, feverently licking both nipples at once. Her left nipple became suddenly chilled as the tongue stopped completely and air tingled the nerves. Then Tommy moved to the one place she never thought Tommy would have the guts to put his mouth; her love spot. Jeni began to writhe gently as the two rhythms being lapped on her seemed to syncopate; the strong tongue on her pussy was licking hard enough to move her panties aside and gain actual access to her hole. The sensation of cold air came again as her right nipple was exposed to the air in its wet state. Suddenly the intensity of the tongues' pressure on her pussy doubled; the strokes were coming twice as fast and with greater individual strength. One was slipping deep into her, deep, deeper with each consecutive probe. She felt her panties tear as the tongue assaulted them. The other was now massaging her outer lips and applying gentle but very firm, wet pressure to her clit, which was pierced. She then realized how much sensation this was causing. Like a wave hits the swimmer with her back to the sea, an orgasm pounced on her, leaving Jeni breathless and tensed. The tongues continued, lapping relentlessly, pushing in and leaving her wetter with each stroke. Now both tongues were fighting to enter her. It felt like she was being f***** (not "made love to" or "had sex with" but the kind of f***** that she wanted Tommy to understand so badly) by Tommy twice at the same time and with fifty times his normal conviction and confidence. A second orgasm shattered her train of thought as she became lost in it like an undertow. She began to moan and convulse; as she came again she felt the tongues redouble their effort, lapping up the juices coming from her pussy like it was ambrosia. A click, a gasp... and the tongues immediately stopped. Jeni's hand automatically took over where the tongues left off. She felt like she was on a sexual roller-coaster; she had no idea how this was happening but it was incredible. Hours passed. Maybe weeks passed. It was dusk when Jeni reluctantly opened her eyes. Her head was pounding. As she reached her hand to touch her jack-hammering skull a sharp pain screamed from her elbow; whatever was hurt was bandaged, all but for a few long scrapes along her arm and hands. "What the hell happened to me?" She began to wonder as she stared at her hands. She looked down; her shirt was damp around her nipples. That seemed odd. Her eyes traced down to her skirt, which was very wet around her crotch. She reached down and felt the inside of her skirt; it was also very damp... and there were bits of pink material on her upper legs. That material looked familiar... as she began examining further she realized that her panties had been totally ripped to shreds by what must have been a fire hose judging by how wet she was. She had shaved that morning so her smooth, tight pussy was clearly visible to her as she sat on the carpeted floor of the van with her legs spread wide and began feeling around her pussy to make sure everything was alright. She prodded the lips and slipped in a finger... everything seemed right... oh, the carpet was soft... wait... why was there carpet here... where was here... Jeni's eyes moved to her left and up the side wall of the van, passing over and taking in a few large duffel bags and some recently used towels. She continued as she looked to the ceiling of the van to see that it was completely covered in a mirror. She saw her face and moved one hand from her pussy to her cheek; bruised and grazed but freshly cleaned. After lingering for a moment she returned her hands to her pussy to finish examining and looked to the right; camera equipment. Tripods, stands, miscellaneous duffel bags. She was beginning to wonder what was going on when her brown eyes traveled to the open door of the van and met with sharp green ones. "Getting a little ahead of ourselves, aren't we, lass?" The woman's red hair was illuminated by a light behind her, creating something of a halo effect. She was wearing a very short skirt and a very low top, making for a great deal of very beautiful, very white skin left naked for the eye. Not pretty, not hot, but beautiful. Jeni's haze lifted a bit more... and she realized that the entire time she was pondering this woman's complexion she had been fingering herself with the utmost visibility. She hurriedly took her hands from her crotch and snapped her legs shut, the remaining fog clearing instantly. "Getting shy so soon?" The woman with the crimson halo laughed warmly. "Oh, lass, don't feel embarrassed in the least. Looks like you had quite and experience there, eh?" "Well... I'm a little... ummm... who are you? What happened to my panties?" Jeni's mouth quivered and a panicked moan escaped her lips at the end of her question. The sheer level of sensations, all new and all strange, were overwhelming her and definitely depriving her of any eloquent conversational outs. "Child, you haven't to worry." This woman's accent was thicker than Guinness. "You couldn't be safer or mar welcome. As fer wha' happened to you, it seems you spent a rather long time walking along the side of a road and about as long lying in it. Tha' nasty tick on yer elbow came of what seemed to be a fall. Yer panties, now, lass, tha's something I'll let you figure out all o' your own." The woman cocked her head playfully and raised an impish eyebrow. She possessed all the purity of a child and all the innocence of a serial felon. Amazingly inviting, relievingly unthreatening. "My name... is Elle, my pleasure and joy to be makin' yer acquaintance, love." She extended a lily white hand from her place in front of the sun, moving slightly, at once clarifying her eyes and face while allowing the sun to ruthlessly penetrate Jeni's eyes, blinding her as she reached for this stranger's hand. "And here..." Two loud thuds sounded in the van. "Are Frankie and Thor. I believe you've met them before..." Before Jeni could see what was happening or move to react at all, two massive dogs began licking her face and playing with her. One was very furry and one was very smooth but larger. Jeni couldn't help but smile as these behemoths toyed with her, sniffing and licking her all over as she rolled onto her back. She felt a cold muzzle slip expertly between her legs. A sudden change and then a warm tongue slipped out and parted her slit. Jeni released an unheard gasp; the larger, smoother dog was pinning her down and licking her face relentlessly. A few more licks and she turned over so both sets of lips were protected. This was way too weird; dogs always sniffed her pussy, especially when she was on her period, but this was by far the first time a dog had ever slipped his tongue INTO her. She waited and Elle called the dogs off. "Let's get some food in ya, lass."Next installment in three days... what do you think? Maybe told from Thor's perspective? Heh heh... |
