Big Jenny and the Poker Night
By Montrose
A young girl and her big friend make trouble for a poker night host

OMG! My friend Jenny is so going to get us arrested someday. Swear to Gawd! 

Here's what went down. We were walking back from Tony DeBartolo's make-out party 
around 10 at night. My Daddy lets me out late when I'm walking with Jenny on account 
of she can handle herself. Ever since she proved it by slapping him silly in his own living 
room, he hasn't said shit about me being out late with Jenny - not even when she comes 
right out and TELLS him we're going to a make-out party. In fact, when she asks (okay, 
tells him to), he hands over cash for us to spend while we're out. (He's actually afraid of 
her - which makes me laugh, 'cause he used to be so tough on me.) 

But this aint about Jenny and my Daddy, or the hot guys at Tony's party. This is about 
the house we stopped in front of as she walked me home. 

I had been going on about how Tony's older brother had been rubbing that monster bone 
of his all over my panties as we made out (driving me totally ready-to-give-it-up-bat-
shit), and hadn't even noticed that she was taking me the long way home.

She dropped her hand on my shoulder and stopped me dead in my tracks. It felt like a 
rottweiler had been slung onto my shoulder. Jenny stands over six feet tall barefoot (and 
likes to wear 4 inch heels). She's got a nice, hourglass figure, but in a beefy sort of way, 
you know? Like, if she were a guy, the muscles on her back and her legs would totally 
get me off. Her boobs are the same size as mine, but mine look bigger 'cuz I'm, like, five 
feet six and only 135 pounds. Jenny cranks the scale up past 200. It is wild how HOT she 
can be at that weight!
	
(We used to have sleepovers that started me to thinking I might be a lezbo, but that's 
another story.)

So, Jenny stops me with one hand and says, "This is the place."

And I'm all, "What place?"

She rolls her big green eyes at me and smiles that gleaming smile of hers (which I would 
kill for, incidentally) and says, "The place where we're gonna have some fun."

"More fun?" I clutched my hands together. "Goody!" To be honest, when Jenny dragged 
me away from Tony's hung brother, I was ready to splash goo, so I was way ready for 
more fun - just to finish the job - you know?

I mean a girl can only take so much pressure, you know? Then BOOM! She's gotta 
explode a few times.

"This guy holds a poker game every Saturday, starting at 11PM," she says. "I know for a 
fact he stocks up on over a grand in cash before the game. We're gonna have some fun 
taking it from him."

"You mean, like, rob the guy?" My heart began to beat in panic. I only half believed she 
would do such a thing.

"Oh, he'll have some fun for his money," Jenny winked down at me. "But we'll have 
more. Just follow my lead."

She clomped up the steps to his door in her tall boots. I followed, shifting my rack for 
maximum exposure. (It's tough on a girl's ego standing next to Jenny.)  "Okay. Whatever 
you say, Jenny." (Which is, like, the smartest thing anyone can say to Jenny.)

She rings the bell and waits. The guy answers pretty quick. He takes in me and Jenny in 
our short skirts and fabbo hootage with happy eyes. "Can I help you ladies?" he asks. 

My skirt is a pleated number that shows off my well-turned, firm gams. Jenny is wearing 
a tight black leather mini that hugs her round rump and exposes the brawny muscles on 
her legs. I mean, that girl could crack Volkswagens!

Jenny flashes her dazzling smile at him. "We're selling muffins, Sir," she coos, in a fake 
innocent voice as she clasps her hands behind her butt. "It's for a good cause. You wanna 
buy our muffins, Mister?"

The cool thing about being just over 18 is, you can pass for even younger just by acting 
all girly - even if you're an Amazon like Jenny.

"Muff... muff... muffins?" he stammers, taking in all of Jenny with hungry eyes. (Like I 
say - every Playboy bunny on the calendar would get ignored next to that girl!) 

"Uh-huh." Jenny swings one hand forward and catches my skirt, PRETENDING to 
ACCIDENTALLY flip it up. It stays flipped up. I take my time brushing it back into 
place.

The guy's eyes grow huge at the flash of my little pink panties. I thank the Goddess that I 
just had that hot wax job done. I can see a vein in his neck beating (which did my ego 
some good).

Her hand continues up and rubs her full lips with her thumb like she wants to suck it. 
"That's right, Mister. Steamy, moist  muffins," she pants. "We got 'em. You want 'em."

We both giggle at the growing bump in his pants. I toy with my skirt and flash him a 
couple more times. We totally own him by now!

"What... ah..." he gulps. "What's the cause?" As if it would matter.

Done with that part of the game, Jenny puts a hand on his chest and pushes her way in. 
"'Cause you want our fuckin' muffins so bad you can already taste 'em, Bee-atch!" Over 
her shoulder she tells me to close the door.

I skip in behind her and close and lock the door. Now MY heart is beating so as I can 
hear it! What the hell are we doing in this guy's home?

Jenny looks as cool as a cucumber. She grabs the guy by the shirt and pulls him nose to 
nose, which leaves him dangling. He's looking pretty surprised. "Here's the offer," she 
growls in his face. "You're gonna give us $500 each for a taste of our muffins."

The guy tries to pull himself free. His attempt is obviously pathetic compared to Jenny's 
grip.

Jenny shakes him until his teeth rattle, then she throws him three feet into a wall. He hits 
it hard enough to knock a picture off the other side, then crumples to the floor.

"Have we got a deal?" Jenny asks, bending down over the man. Her voice is all cool, 
sweet girl charm. Not mean or demanding.

This guy doesn't learn fast. He slowly finds his way to his feet, then he grabs a lamp like 
he want to hit Jenny with it and snarls, "Get the fuck out of..."

That's as far as he got before Jenny back-handed him in the mouth. "That's no way to 
talk to sweet, young girls."

He aims the lamp at her head, but Jenny just takes it from him and tosses it aside. She 
pulls on his shoulders and raises a knee into his gut, driving it deep. 

The guy crumples to the floor at her feet.

"We got a deal, now?"

He rolls over, clutching his belly and moaning.

"I'll take that as a yes," says Jenny as she reaches up under her skirt and hooks her 
thumbs into her panties, pushing them down. The guy is still rolling around on the floor, 
trying to inhale, while Jenny kicks her black lace panties over into his ranch dip.

Then, pushing him onto his back, she settles onto his chest in a school-girl pin. She's got 
her big knees locking his arms down and her hands on her hips. She bounces on his chest 
real hard, driving air from his lunges with her weight. "Are we gonna have fun, Mister?" 
she coos as his air puffs out with each hard bounce. "Are we? Sure we are!" It's possible 
she broke one of his ribs. I mean, she's 200 pounds of big fucking girl!

And he can't take his eyes off of her hair pie. It's a yummy mound with a puff of curly 
fuzz just around the edges. Jenny got waxed the same time as me.

"Now you're ready for a taste of that $500 muffin you asked for," she purrs as she slides 
up and plants her bare groin right on his nose. I swear to Gawd, her ass covers his chin, 
neck and shoulders while her clam obliterates his nose and mouth. Only his terrified eyes 
and his forehead are visible. She reaches down and pulls his face hard up into her crotch. 
She wiggles around on his nose, sliding it in. "Lick me, Bee-atch." 

I can see him trying to cooperate - and I can hear him trying to get some air. 

"Yeah... That's it... Tasty is it?" she asks.

I could have answered for him. Very. I swallowed.

But I swear I'm not a lezbo. Not really. Jenny is just so hot, you know? Okay, so maybe 
I'm a little bit lezbo...  I start fingering myself as I watch Jenny hump the guy's nose.

The guy moans and taps her thigh, like he's hoping for a breather. She ignores him and 
moans herself.

I moan, too, standing next to her. My fingers are getting slippery

Then he starts to struggle again. It looks more like he's fighting for air than scoring a 
taste of fuzzy clam. He thrashes around, but it barely moves Jenny. She just sits pretty 
and enjoys the ride. 

At one point, he gets his legs wrapped around her shoulders. She hooks them in her arms 
and leans forward a bit until he yells out in pain. When she lets go, his legs flop flat. 

He doesn't have what it takes to move her, and now he knows it. 

Something about this really gets me hot and I pat my muff a little faster. I lean against 
Jenny's left shoulder, feeling her powerful muscles ripple against my thigh. That gets to 
be too much for me, so I turn and rub my pie on her meaty shoulder. Jenny runs a hand 
up the back of my legs, driving my fucking insane!

Now, I know Jenny better than anybody, and I can tell when she's having a good time. 
And I knew from the flush on her cheeks and the way her hips are starting to tremble, that 
she's enjoying the feel of this guy's nose up her quim. Maybe too much to see how 
purple his forehead's becoming.

I stop masturbating for a sec. "Uh Jenny?" I tap her thick shoulder with my damp fingers. 
"I think you might be about to kill the guy."

"Oops," she gasps and sits up just enough for him to gulp air through her ass-crack. 
"Can't have him dieing on us." Then she sits back down and continues rubbing. "Let me 
know if he starts to pass out," she pants and starts humping for real, banging his skull.

Well, I had to tap her on the shoulder a couple of times before she came all over the guy's 
face, but we kept him alive and conscious for the entire ride. But paying attention to that 
delayed my own orgasm, damn it!

Then, Jenny got up, kinda wobbly at the knees. She was breathing hard and flushed from 
the climax. When Jenny cums, it's like a train wreck for power and noise. I'm guessing 
his neighbors were getting jealous from the noises she made. She looked like a Goddess 
towering over the wet man between her feet.

I know I was jealous.

I found myself dropping to me knees to lick the goo from her legs. But she stopped me 
with a pat on my head.

"Okay Donna. It's your turn." She pointed to the guy on the floor.

Sloppy seconds after Jenny? Sure! I was horny enough at that moment to take on his leg 
after a pack of dogs!

"Okay!" I peel off my panties and make to sit down on the guys face, but Jenny pulls me 
back to my feet.

"First, we're going to make him respect you," she says.

"What for?" I ask. "Fuck respect! All I wanna do is cum at least once before I get back 
home and continue the work with my fingers, you know?" I had to be pretty damn horny 
to talk back to Jenny like that.

Jenny ignores me and pulls the guy up from the floor by his hair and then holds him up, 
facing me, in a full Nelson. She shakes him until he wakes up a little more. Then she 
whispers in his ear. "You see that fine little lady in front of you?"

I wave my wet fingers at him and smile pretty. 

Jenny keeps talking. "She's gonna pound on you until you can't breath. And if she can't, 
you get to fuck us both and we'll go away and leave you alone. But if she can, we're 
taking our muffin money and leaving. Deal?"

"Do I have a choice?" he asked.

"No."

He looked down at me. I could see that he didn't figure I could hit him hard enough to do 
any damage, and I was guessing he was right. He gained hope, and smiled. "Let's go 
then!" he snarled.

I looked up at Jenny.

"Swing away, Peaches," she told me.

I shot a right into his belly and it bounced off. He laughed. That made me mad. I hit him 
again. 

He laughing some more. "That all you got, Cunt?"

That made me really mad.

I pounded three hard shots right into him. He stopped laughing, but snarled at me instead. 
"I'm gonna take your friend up her big, ripe ass while you lick the underside of my hairy 
sack, Cunt!"

I hit him a good one. He groans. "Nice one, Cunt. Got any more of those or are you 
getting tired already?"

That's when I went ape-shit, swing hard and fast all up and down his bread basket.

He could only gasp now. "Okay... Cunt... Not bad."

I belt him again and again, grunting with every punch. I learn that by planting my feet I 
can get, like, major torque from the ground and put, like, a TON of force into each 
punch! It's really cool! I'm starting to really get the hang of it!

After I deliver a dozen of my new improved punches, I hear him gasp, "I... give...."

"Who asked you?" I bark in his face as I work him some more. I get into a real good 
rhythm of three punches and then a one beat rest. Three, and then a quick rest. Then three 
more. I could-a kept it up all night.

"Please!" he gasped now and then, his voice getting weaker and weaker.  "I give!"

I ignore him and keep going. "Who's a cunt now?" I asked during one rest.

"Me," he whispered.

Bam. Bam. Bam. "Who?"

"Me."

Bam. Bam. Bam. "What are you?"

"A Cunt."

Bam. Bam. Bam. "That's right."

Bam. Bam. Bam.

Pause

Bam. Bam. Bam.

His mouth moves but no more sounds come out. His face is beet red. He's drooling.

I continued for a while anyway, just cuz it feels good. Eventually I stand back and admire 
my work.

"You satisfied?" Jenny asked me as I shake out my arms and the guy she holds coughs up 
phlegm.

"Not yet." I step forward and plant a knee in his nut-sack, nice and hard, no love tap. 
He's too weak from my punches to go fetal, but I can see he wants to by the way his legs 
twitch. I give him another knee for good measure. Then I step back to admire my work 
again. He hangs in Jenny's arms, crying silently.

"How about now?" Jenny asks.

I nod, panting from the effort.

"Can you breath?" She asks the guy. 

He shakes his head no and makes a funny noise.

Then Jenny drops him at my feet. He gasps like a landed fish. I kick him over onto his 
back.

"Cunt am I?" I spit at him and it lands in his mouth. He swallows like he doesn't even 
know what it is. He is so out of it! "Am I a cunt?" I yell.

He shakes his head no.

"Am I the bitch that just kicked your fucking ass? Am I?"

He nods emphatically. He doesn't want any more of me.

"Then lick my shoe, Cunt!" I push one in his face. He gets right to work. I feel like a 
fucking Goddess standing over him!

Jenny puts an arm around me, pulling me close, casually letting herr big hand brush my 
right boob. "Feels good, don't it Champ?"

I nod, then pull her hand up and kiss it before returning it to my chest. "Now can I take 
his face?"

"Sell him a muffin, you mean?" Jenny laughs. "Sure. He's all yours." Jenny slaps my 
butt, then sprawls out on his sofa to air out her dripping clam and eat party food.

Well, it didn't take me much time to climax the first time. I came inside of two minutes 
on his face - Jenny's shoulder already had me most of the way there. Jenny herself only 
had to remind me to let him breath once. 

Then I ride him again. That one took a lot longer. "How 'bout some tongue, Cunt?" I 
suggested, slapping his red forehead. Instantly, I feel his long tongue slide between my 
clam and my asshole, which really felt excellent - even as good as his nose sliding over 
my button. They guy had a long tongue - I'll give him that. 

I guess he wanted to hurry me up, 'cuz he's doing a REAL nice job of it. When his 
tongue finds my asshole, he rims it, like forever! Even while I fart a wet one.

I so completely own that Bitch! With me being only five feet six, and 135 pounds, I don't 
get much chance to overpower guys. Not up until then, anyway. Oh yeah, you know I get 
off on that.

I pace myself though - take my time. When I'm done, I'm satisfied and he's got my juice 
filling his ears.

Jenny helps me to my feet. Now, my legs are wobbly... and slick to the shins with my 
own juice.

"Better than humping Tony's big brother's tube with your clothes on?" she asked.

"Fuck yeah!" I panted. "Damn that was good. You're good with that tongue, Cunt." I 
kicked him lightly in the face. He barely reacted to it.

I hunt for my pink panties and find them on a bag of chips. Jenny left hers in the dip.

"That's $1,000 for the two muffins you ate, Mister," Jenny called down to the guy at our 
feet. "Where do you keep the cash?"

He didn't try to say he didn't have it. He waves an arm at a cabinet. Jenny riffles through 
the drawers until she finds a thick wad of twenties (and a Rolex). She countes off 25 bills 
and hands them to me, keeping the rest and the watch. I tuck my cash into my cleavage 
cuz I think that looks sexy. (But it aint comfy. I can tell you that!)

"Nice doing business with you," Jenny calls out as we make our way to the door. 

We stepped out to see his poker buddies arriving. "Goodnight boys," Jenny called as we 
passed on the stairs. Go easy on the chump, he's had a hard night."

One guy whistles with intent - and he's cute! A big guy with a mustache that looks like it 
would tickle my thighs.

I wink, waive my pink panties (which I hadn't pulled back on, yet), and flash my bare ass 
at him. 

He turns to follow us, but Jenny punches him in the head and he falls flat and stays down 
- out cold. One punch. It's like she's got hands of stone or something.

"What a waste," I grumble as she grabs my arm and makes me keep walking.

The rest of the poker guys just freeze and watch us leave.

Nobody ever filed charges against us for selling $500 fuzz muffins by force. I guess it 
would have been kinda hard to explain to the cops. "Yes officer, two hot young ladies 
forcibly came on my face and robbed me of the $1,000 that I had planned to use in illegal 
gambling activity."

Anyway, whenever I need a good clam munching and a few bucks, I know which door to 
knock on - the guy is totally afraid of me now! The chump treats me with respect all 
right, more like a slave/mistress kinda thing, actually (which I find very entertaining). 

Plus, my left hook is getting to be devastating! (I've been practicing on him.) Maybe, 
someday, I'll tell you about the time I knocked my cunt-slave flat on his ass and out cold, 
you know? (My fist hurt a little, but it was worth it to see him twitching on the floor at 
my feet!)

Later! 

LOL! 

;-P

Donna Squisito