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Jenny slid her mouth off Jeff's glistening rod, smiled up at him as she tickled the tip with her tongue. No wonder her fiancé always has a smile on his face, I thought. I couldn't believe how hot Jenny looked with a dick in her mouth. It was pretty damn obvious to me that she really enjoyed giving head. Her slender body swayed and undulated, moaning and sighing around Jeff's slick shaft. Jenny's long brunette hair was in a ponytail that bounced behind her head as she mouth-fucked my friend's dick. Jeff moaned and sighed, holding my sister's head in his hands as she bobbed up and down. God damn! I had only seen blowjobs like this in really good pornos! Jenny didn't just suck cock she made a serious production of it! She made these sexy little murmurs, like a kid does when eating ice cream, polished her lips up down the sides of his cock, and stared up at his face while gently chewing the head of his dick with her lips. Her hands ran up and down his legs, cradled his balls, squeezed and stroked his shaft. My sister? Sucking my best friend's dick?īut there she was, happily gobbling his rod, moaning softly and making wet slurping sounds as she rolled her head, pulling on his dick with her mouth. I stared for a long moment, not sure what I was seeing. And there, on her knees before him, clad in tight little jogging shorts and a skimpy halter, was my sister, sliding her full-lipped mouth up and down Jeff's stiff cock. His shorts and underwear lay beside him on the bench. Jeff sat on the little stone bench, leaning back against the tree, legs spread wide. I finally got close enough to see what was going on. I crouched down, moving quietly around the rose garden, peering through the bushes. Mom had placed a low stone bench beneath that tree, and liked to sit out there sometimes and read. I looked toward one of the dogwoods, which was surrounded by thick bushes a good four feet high or so. "That's 'cause I really like doing this," I heard my sister whisper. I looked around, listened, and heard some faint, wet smacking sounds, followed by a soft laugh. I recognized the voice as that of my best friend, Jeff. I have a pretty quiet step, and with the soft grass and the singing of cicadas in the trees, I moved pretty silently around the bushes as I headed toward the back door. With all the vegetation and the high fence, I always figured someone could walk around naked in the back yard and never worry about being seen. My mom had long ago transformed the back yard into a thick, jungle-like garden, with big dogwood trees, lots of bushes and shrubs, and an impressive rose garden. The city bus dropped me off a couple of streets behind the house, and I usually came home through the back gate. Fine with me that just gave me an extra hour to play video games and jack off to fantasies about big-titted Ruth Clayton, who sat next to me in my Economics course and sometimes flirted with me. I got home early after my classes, since my Psych professor had canceled for the day. Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.