Jackie's First Orgy

Story by ZeHell-ScythefanToo

Yep, starring that Jackie. I wouldn't call it a sequel, but it did end up as a continuation, of sorts.

This was an instance of a story in which I thought of all the details, then pondered, hmmm, who would be best fit for a scenario like this? And, as a result, I cherry-picked a character that deserves it, truly. :) As to that scenario, I'm not sure if I strictly know a picture, but if you've ever seen one with three guys and one herm standing before a kneeling girl... That was my inspiration for this piece. Took sixteen days for eleven's worth of words - I'm getting lazy, darn it!

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You know what I think is funny? All the time in my life that was spent practicing blowjobs on douchebags who couldn't see the world beyond their wallets, or fancy cars, or droves of women waiting to drool all over them (yeah, right). It's a useful skill, no doubt about that, but what's funny is that, at one point in my life, I thought it was necessary. I thought it was how you got through to a guy's brain, you know? How you showed them what you thought of them. That was what I eventually ended up doing to my little bro, Johnny, and in all the sex we had that day he showed me something different. He showed me that there was this amazing yet elusive thing called love, and that people can share it without being total self-centered assholes. He showed me how funny I was being, and I think that turned my thinking upside-down.

For example, it gave me the confidence I needed to participate in my very first orgy. Yeah, I know, makes me sound pretty slutty, but hey, what else is new for me? Not that I organized it or anything, but it did involve some maneuvering that almost freaked me out, and I'm usually on top of things so I don't have to! It all started out with a trip to a public library, where I had to pick up a couple books - for myself, the latest romance novel by Diane Green (my fun-loving self couldn't get enough of her hot kissing scenes!), and for Johnny, a book on advanced mathematics that he needed for his upcoming exam (poor guy is that kind of nerd who doesn't get many women, though he can say he made a woman out of me!) All I could think about while having the books scanned and checked out was how I'd masturbate to description of torrid embrace later - how I'd try my best not to get the pages of a library book all sticky!

And, my libido being what it was, like hell I could wait 'til later. The public library was five miles from our house - a straight shot on a bus that maybe only took ten to fifteen minutes, tops - but being this far from our school district was like wandering around in a whole other world of people! Anything I got caught doing on this side of the bush wouldn't make it to the other, and so forth... I would've liked to think that way, but with a body like mine I stayed extra careful anyway. Still, the thrill of hot and steamy session in a foreign land only added to the excitement swaying my hips, and I practically rushed the men's bathroom in the nearby park - in broad daylight, no less!

I took the second-to-last stall - call it paranoia, but using the last stall in an empty bathroom was asking for that kind of trouble - and got right down to business, hanging my bookbag up on the stall's door hanger and pulling down my jeans and panties. My erection was predictable, the big, fleshy staff it is that likes to slither down the side of my leg when I think about those pretty girls on the horizon - owning somewhere oversized panties that wouldn't strangle my lovely dick helped a lot! I began to jerk it right there, naked butt poised right on the toilet seat, sucking my fingers off while concentrating on romantic fantasies. Eventually I managed to completely undress myself, hanging my clothes on the side handlebar in such a way that they wouldn't hang down and be seen by anyone peeking underneath. Naked in a bathroom stall! What kind of road was I going down?

God, I so wished to grab my breasts and squeeze them hard, or even play with my pussy, but I had to keep my mouth shut! I might have done the most sordid things in public spaces, like fishing cock out of boys' pants and blowing them stupid, but I couldn't bear to make a single damning sound in this private public place that could give me away any moment after the outer door banged open! Thoughts of Jasmine Fife and her newest squeeze, Brad Torres, groping each other incessantly and smooching half to death in Diane Green's latest, would have to do! I always loved to imagine them go one step further from the PG text of a library boo

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