Birthday Videos for Joan pt.1 
By gregnick1@hotmail.com
A few people were indeed harmed in the making of Jenny's home movie.


-	This story is a continuation of "Aunt Joan and Jenny Ð The Story Continues" 
which is, in turn, a continuation of the "Attitude Adjustments from Aunt Joan" 
series. All of which, can be found in miscellaneous part 20. Go back and have a 
read. I hope you enjoy.


Joan stared at the e-mail she had received from her niece Jenny, and at the mpegs that 
were attached. After a bit of fumbling, she managed to drag "Happy Birthday1" "2" and 
"3" on to her desktop. She fiddled with her bathrobe and gulped at her bottled water as 
she waited for the large file to download. She rubbed her temples to further nurse her 
subsiding hangover.

"And there it is," she thought, watching the little screen pop up. "I guess I press play?" 
The movie started with the faint sound of some old recording of Happy Birthday. Joan 
quickly turned up her volume as a crude title popped up on a black slate. "Happy 
Birthday Head Hen". She let out a little giggle and marveled at the technology. It was 
amazing what these kids could do with their video cameras and little home editing 
programs. She wasn't a big web surfer but she knew about all this stuff floating out there. 
And now she had one personally made for her.

Suddenly, Jenny popped up on screen. "Hi Aunt Joan," she sang out smiling to the 
camera. She was on the floor lying on her side with her elbow propped up and her head in 
her hand. This brought an instant smile to Joan's lips. She felt a warmth grow inside of 
her. "That's my baby!" she thought to herself. Although it had only been 6 months since 
Joan had first met her long-lost niece, the two had grown as tight as mother and daughter 
Ð a mother and daughter team who enjoyed putting the squeeze and pin to men. They 
were faithful e-mail pals, sending messages and chatting on-line almost daily. And with 
Jenny's new friend and quick learning protŽgŽ Margie, the three of them became a tight 
on-line circle. Joan found herself staying up late just to keep up with the two perky 15- 
year-olds. "Ah the boundless energy," she thought.

One of their favorite things to do on IM was to play "Movie Tittles" where they would 
re-title Films and give parody descriptions. Kinda like jerky porno producers, but not 
quite like this:

Jenny:  The Daisy Dukes of Hazard - Jessica Simpson puts her legs to Bo and Luke 
and makes them kiss denim before she takes off in the general Lee!

Margie: Awsome!... Crouching Tiger Hidden Beaver -That Chinese lady swoops down 
in her kimono, scissors guys and flies off with their faces plastered against 
her pie.

Jenny: Blair Bitch Project - evil witch kicks a guy's ass in the woods and 
they find the tape 5 years later. The trailer shows a close up of a sniveling guy 
with his face stuck between a woman's thighs. His chin is pressed against her 
crotch and he's saying, "I'm so scared!"Éha, ha, ha

Joan:   You guys are too good!!!! I can't keep up. Um. Ok, I got one. 
A TV show Ð The Smother Years. Fred Savage's girlfriend learns judo and puts 
him between her thighs on the front long. His goofy internal voice: "As I was 
passing out for the third time, it hit me, Winnie was going to sit on my face in 
front of the whole neighborhood."

Margie: Hilarious!!!!

Jenny:	Who? What? Must be before my time.

Margie: Don't be mean. You've seen the re-runs. Remember his stupid inner voice? 
 Good one AJÉ

Joan:	What a brat! Let's hear another one miss Jenny!

Jenny:	 Million Dollar Booty Ð Hillary Swank knocks out Clint Eastwood, pins him and 
makes him drink from her spit bucket. Then she takes him into the locker room 
and makes him clean up her ass Ð the hard wayÉha,ha!

Joan:   JENNY! For God's sake's girl!!! You are too much!

Margie: Awesome!!!!!

And so it went, on and on between the trio, but back to the video shall weÉ 

The first thing Joan noticed about her now freshman niece, was how much older she 
looked. Just in the 6-month time since Joan had last seen her, Jenny had managed to shed 
some of her baby fat and her features had become longer and more defined. She was 
definitely growing into womanhood. At 5' 9", she had a few inches on many of her 
classmates, and those two boy-beaters she walked around on just kept growing longer and 
stronger. A steady diet of judo and track and field had given her infinite amounts of 
confidence and inner strength, and it showed in the way she carried herself. Joan could 
see it even on camera. 

There she was, head in hands, propped up on the ground, her blond ponytail sweeping the 
carpeted room. Joan recognized Jenny's bedroom, but it looked very different from the 
last time she had seen it in person. It had become Jenny and Margie's little dojo. Workout 
schedules hung on the walls along with photos of fitness women and martial arts experts 
for inspiration. In a few choice places they cut out a kicking girl and positioned a guy's 
face at the end of the foot. 

"So, it's your birthday! And Margie and I have made you a birthday video," she said 
smiling into camera. 

"Hey Aunt Joan!" came a voice from behind the camera. It spun around and a face 
popped into frame. It was Margie the trusty sidekick or "side-sit" depending on how you 
thought of it. Her short, dark hair and dark features beamed into the lens "Happy 
BirthdayyyÉYou're my idol!" She sang into the camera, and then spun it back to Jenny.

"There is someone else here who wants to wish you happy birthday," Jenny said.

The camera slowly panned down Jenny's body past her tank-top and short jean-skirt to 
reveal her thighs wrapped around the lower chest of  - you guessed it Ð Josh! Joan let out 
a huge guffaw. "It's my old buddy!" she thought turning red with laughter. Josh, Jenny's 
formerly evil stepbrother, had been turned from hero to zero in a just one weekend, 
courtesy of Joan and Jenny's tandem thighs and assess. With jailhouse brutality, the two 
of them stripped him of his manhood and made him a sniveling slave in his own home. 
The way Jenny described it, in the last 6 months, she and Margie had turned his chin into 
a virtual bicycle seat. Jenny and Margie had taken to calling him Schwinn and joked that 
if they rode him any more, they would have to put a bell on his neck and streamers on his 
ears.

"This is hysterical," thought Joan as she watched Josh labor to breath between Jenny's 
thighs. She had him tightly wrapped up, her legs encasing his solar plexus. Unlike Jenny, 
Josh hadn't grown much at all. He was still relatively thin and weak, a poor excuse for a 
boy about to graduate high school. His skin was sallow and pale compared to the smooth, 
healthy female legs that held him prisoner. He lay motionless with his hands resting on 
Jenny's thighs. Joan could hear him wheezing as he stared blankly up at the ceiling. 
Meanwhile Margie had stepped back to get Jenny's full form lying casually on her side, 
her long body forming a cross where it intersected Josh at the cruel juncture of her thighs. 
Her upper-body was slack and relaxed while her steel cables remained fastened tightly, 
her bare feet forming the lock.

"Ok, Joshy, just like we practiced," She said smiling down at him. Josh started with a 
croak, "H-happy B-birthday to, Youuuuuuu."

On "You", Jenny tensed her legs turning Josh's voice into an inaudible squeak, his hands 
clenching involuntarily at air.

"H-appy, B-birthday to Youuuuuuuu."

Again, the last note hanging in the air as Jenny put the squeeze on him. She smiled 
sadistically down at her prey.

"Happy BIR-thday Dear AUNT- Jo-OANÉ" Jenny was now pulsing her legs, forcing 
josh to stutter out the words. Margie giggled behind camera. Jenny let her legs fall 
slightly off his skinny chest and Josh gulped for air. He spent so much time between her 
legs that he instinctually knew when Jenny was letting up and allowing him to breath. But 
that usually meant she was getting ready forÉ

"Big finish!!!!" She demanded.

"Happy Birthday to, Youoooooo auhh ahhhhh!!" Jenny slammed her legs together cutting 
off his air completely. Josh's mouth hung open like a dying fish and he beat his legs on 
the carpeted floor. His eyes began to glaze over as he searched the ceiling for some sort 
of help, some angelic sign of mercy, but there was none. Jenny was Goddess in this 
house. Her smile turned into a snarl as she powered into him. Her leg muscles setting in 
like rock. Finally she let go and her mask of sweetness returned.

"Very good," she beamed sarcastically, patting his sweating head. 

"Now it's time to blow out the candles!" 

With that, she lifted her top leg up, bent it and gracefully hung her foot inches from 
Josh's mouth. Joan marveled at the strength and shape of Jenny's leg. These weren't just 
boy-beaters. At the tender age of 15, Jenny had grown a pair of man-beaters! Joan could 
only imagine the hell she had been putting Josh through with those, not to mention what 
she was doing to her hapless classmates; a true twist on the schoolyard bully.

Margie circled Jenny to add to the cinematography. Jenny smiled, her eyes following the 
camera. Joan noticed the thick line of sweat that had left an impression on Josh's shirt 
where Jenny had him locked in her body scissor. It wrapped all the way across his chest 
and continued to his side where Jenny's crotch had hugged him. "Nice and tight, just like 
I taught her. They must have been setting up this shot for a while" Joan thought with a 
smile. Margie moved into position and Joan saw Jenny's panty covered crotch peeking 
out from underneath her denim skirt as she hung her leg. Joan wondered to herself how 
many boys had been put to sleep up there; their necks, chins or mouths locked into place 
as they went off to la-la land, thinking about the huge mistake they had made tangling 
with this girl.  It sent tingles up and down her spine.

Josh tried to vocalize his objection over what was about to happen which amounted to a 
"No-mph!" as Jenny forcefully inserted her big toe into his mouth. Jenny slowly moved 
her leg up and down, sliding her toe in and out. Joan gasped.

"Come on! I want it done right!" She barked down at him, not satisfied with the attention 
Josh was paying to his task. 

"I want you to blow all of them out! It's bad luck if you don't. It could also result in a 
broken neck," She said giggling to Margie's camera. Josh dutifully puckered up and 
started suckling Jenny's next toe and Jenny responded with a satisfied purrrrrrre. 

Joan was mesmerized. The dominance, the humiliation and the ease at with Jenny had 
control was intoxicating. Then, as if they had the whole thing planned out. Jenny started 
on script.


"Ok, that's twoÉ" she announced.

"Hey how old IS Aunt Joan anyway?" Margie said in a playfully inquisitive voice.

"Hmm," said Jenny looking into camera, "Why I believe she turns 43 this year! Oh boy 
that's a lot of candles to blow out," she said tapping Josh's forehead with her foot. 

Suddenly, the film began to speed up in fast motion. Joan burst out laughing. It reminded 
her of one of those old Benny Hill videos or a corny fast motion video montage in an 80's 
movie. On cue, Cindy Lauper's "Girls Just Want to Have Fun" came up to accompany 
the action.

Joan was astounded again at the technology. "What a production!" she thought, "A music 
track and all." She watched Josh's head bob up and down, his lips wrapped around 
Jenny's toes. Jenny's head nodded in fast motion, her eyes blinking and her smile 
shuttering on and off as josh made his way down her foot like an ear of corn. Jenny 
sprang up in fast motion and stood over Josh's prone form. The camera looked down on 
Josh as Jenny presented the other "candles" on her foot. Josh dutifully lifted up his head 
and blew them out.

Suddenly, Jenny grabbed the camera, the whole thing streaming by in fast motion, Cindy 
Lauper wailing out "ÉOh, girls just wanna have fu-unnnn". 

Margie now took center stage. She spun around and did a cute little curtsey. She was a 
little shorter and stockier than Jenny and wore her dark hair short and "bangy". "Like a 
shorter version of the Betty Paige hair-do," thought Joan. Her thick olive-tone legs 
bulged out form her tight fitting track shorts. Her wide shoulders and proud full breasts 
filled up a tight baby t-shirt. She threw shot and javelin for the JV team and had recently 
been introduced to Judo and the sport of boy-beating.

In a blur, Margie scooped up Josh by his hair and forced him to crawl over to the bed. 
The whole thing looked funny in fast motion. She positioned him on all fours and sat 
down on the bed before him. She crossed her thick legs and shot out her foot catching 
Josh under the chin, which immediately sent him into candle blowing mode. He zipped 
down the row of toes and Margie re-crossed her legs presenting him with 5 more tootsies. 
Josh started form the pinky and as he finished with the big toe, Margie forced her foot 
deeper into his mouth. Suddenly, Josh pulled out and Joan saw the unmistakable face of a 
some one gagging. 

The film jumped back into real time and the music paused. Jenny closed in on Josh as he 
pitifully dry heaved on all fours, his face turning red, small retching sounds coming from 
his strained mouth The girls giggled and showered him with sarcastic "Awws" and "Poor 
Baby's". Josh limply hung his head and coughed at the floor trying to control his gag 
reflex.

"Don't you dare throw up on my floor, buddy boy!" Jenny scolded, as she grabbed a 
handful of his hair from behind camera. "I'll put your face in it for the rest of the 
afternoon! Come on onlyÉ23 more candles to go!"

The music and fast motion kicked in again as the camera was flip-flipped again. Jenny 
now had center stage. She quickly flipped Josh onto his back and gave him a few kicks. 
Joan could see her barking instructions. From his back, Josh placed his hand under his 
butt and slid his knees up. Jenny stood over him and gave a little thumbs up to camera 
before sitting down on his stomach. She reclined back on the "chair" his legs were 
providing and rested her feet on his face. His head sprouted up and he quickly gave 
Jenny's toes ten tiny blowjobs. 

By this time Joan was just beside herself. She didn't know whether to laugh her ass off or 
masturbate right there in front of the computer. She composed herself as she watched the 
camera change hands again. Jenny stepped back and caught Margie's full form standing 
over the flattened Josh. She arched her foot and inserted. Josh's head bounced up and 
down as Margie mugged for the camera, her hands on her wide hips dancing to "They 
just a wannaÉthey just a wannaaaa". She switched legs and Josh finished up 35 through 
40. 

The action cut back to real time and to an extreme close up of Josh's dumb kisser 
wrapped around Jenny's big toe. Tears were welling up in his eyes as he sucked away. 
"OKÉ41," both girls sang out in unison. "42É.43ÉYeah!!!!" 

They both clapped mockingly for the spent boy. Josh's head collapsed to the floor as a 
tear spilled form his eye. Jenny came around and sat on Josh's upper back with her legs 
out wide, her feet planted to the sides. Once again, she grabbed a handful of Josh's hair 
and lifted up his limp head. She looked down on him, her ponytail dancing in front of his 
face. 

"Did you make a wish?" she asked him. Josh's mouth was agape, and little carpet fibers 
were stuck to his cheek. 

"Huh? Did you make a wish?" she said tapping his cheek wither free hand, "Huh? Did 
ya?" she coaxed him with humiliating taps. Josh responded with a defeated groan. 

"Right now, I think he wishes he had never been born," said Jenny smiling to camera. 

The video cut to Jenny standing with Josh kneeling at her side. The camera moved a bit 
and Margie came around to join them. She obviously had just set the camera on a shelf 
and was checking the viewfinder for framing.

The two girls quickly got back into character. With Josh on his knees between them the 
two girls jutted their hips in, pressing Joshes head in a vice between them. One ear 
pressed with denim, the other with Lycra. The girls placed their outside hands proudly on 
their hips.

"This isÉMargie."

"ÉJenny."

"And Josh," he croaked miserably

"ÉSaying, 'Happy Birthday Aunt Joan!!!'"

The two girls looked down at Josh who huffed and robotically delivered, "And don't 
forget to watch part two." The girls laughed and patted him on the head in unison. They 
waved as the camera slowly faded out to "Girls Just Want to Have Fun."

Joan blinked blankly. She was flabbergasted. The thought, the imagination and the time it 
took to put something together like that. Joan imagined all the behind the scenes 
choreography, the girls spending a whole afternoon blocking out the shots and scripting 
the performance, all the while Josh sitting dejectedly in the corner, a prisoner in Jenny's 
dojo. Joan imagined him watching and listening helplessly as the two junior hard-bodies 
pranced around the room crafting "his part" and the grand play.

"And then we can put him on the floor and I'll make him suck from this positionÉ" 

"Ok cool. I'll make sure I'm up close on himÉthen you take the camera and I'll get him 
hereÉ"

Joan's mind raced wildly. It was like two girls spending the afternoon making up a 
cheerleading routine. Only Josh was the pom-pom, an inanimate, obedient prop to be 
used at their will. Joan's mind fantasized. Her hand slipped down beneath her panties. 
She rose up on her toes and rocked her chair legs back, stiffening her body as she began 
to message herself. Her other hand groped urgently for her mouse, and she played the 
video again. By the time Josh was gagging on Margie's big toe, Joan was climaxing hard! 
Her free hand gripping the table edge, she gushed through her panties soaking the seat of 
her wooden chair. 

"Oh God! Oh God!" she gasped coming down from her monster orgasm, her eyes never 
leaving the video. She sat transfixed, her hand laying slack under her panties as the video 
played out. "Well, I'll never be able to get that stupid Cindy Lauper song out of my head 
again," She thought with a smile.

Joan rose and downed the rest of her water. She could feel herself dripping down her 
thighs. It was the best movie she had ever seen. "God, there's two more video's," she 
thought collecting herself. "I may be here for the rest of the dayÉ"

To be continuedÉ


Thanks, for reading. Hope you enjoyed. As always, e-mail with thoughts, comments or 
suggestions Ð gregnick1@hotmail.com