Revisiting Jennifer Lawrence

A couple months after my encounter with Jennifer Lawrence in her home town, I received a mysterious email from an unknown sender. I tend to ignore and delete such messages, but the subject line said, "Hilton Downtown, suite 1201, 4 p. m. Saturday. Dinner and your favorite dessert."

Women whom I have dated know the term "favorite dessert" means, to me, only one thing; cunnilingus. Regardless of who sent the email and why, I was interested enough to go check it out.

The elevator at the Hilton required an elevator key to go to the twelfth floor, so I checked with the front desk. The concierge told me that only residents or invited guests were allowed on the twelfth floor. I showed him the email on my phone, and that served as my invitation.

I tapped on the door of suite 1201 and when the door opened, I got the surprise of my life. There stood Millie, the red haired waitress from the bar in Jennifer's home town. She was wearing a tank top and short, tight denim shorts. Without that waitress uniform, she was looking hot.

"Will! Hi; come on in!" She said, hugging me at the door.

"Millie, what are you doing here; did you send me that email?"

"No, Jen did, but it was my idea."

"I'm confused, but I'm glad to see you."

"Come in, have a seat; Jen is in the shower but she will be right out."

"What are you girls doing in Nashville?"

Just then, Jennifer came out of the bathroom, one towel wrapped around her hair and another wrapped around her, covering her breasts and most of her body.

"Hey, there he is; Willie with the wicked tongue!" She said with a big smile.

When I stood up, she came over and gave me a big warm hug. She smelled like shampoo and perfume.

"You look great, Jennifer, and you smell even better," I said. "But why did you invite me here?"

"Wow," she said, her mouth open in amazement, "Barely inside the door and you cut to the chase, huh?"

"Well, the last time I saw you, it was something like a fantasy come true, so coming over and finding you here has me pretty worked up already."

She hooked an arm under mine and led me over to the large sofa in the living area. She sat on my left and Millie sat on my right.

"I'm in town for an interview on a local talk show, and Millie came along to have a little fun and to get over her break up."

"Oh, yeah; you were engaged, right, Millie?" I asked.

"Yeah, but he got cold feet and backed out on me."

"I'm sorry to hear that; you seem like a really sweet girl."

Jennifer started laughing.

"I would say "get a room, you two," but we already HAVE a room!"

"And to be honest, Will, the reason I asked Jen to let me email you is that I hoped you would come over and we could get acquainted."

"In other words, she wants to sit on your face, Will," blurted Jennifer, laughing out loud.

"Does that mean we're all going to have sex?" I asked Jennifer hopefully.

"I'm engaged, Will, but I might take advantage of your oral hospitality one more time, but I only fuck guys I wouldn't mind marrying, and you're too old for me."

"Wow, that's enough to kill a boner," I said, trying to sound hurt.

"Don't worry," piped in Millie, "I'll make sure you get what you need."

"It's nothing personal, Will; I like it bareback and I don't want to get knocked up by somebody I wouldn't marry," explained Jennifer.

"So, what do we do now?" I asked, ready to do something, ANY thing.

"You two do what you want while I watch," Jennifer said, "and then we'll have some food brought up."

We didn't need any more conversation. Millie was undressed before I was, and she got on the floor on her knees in front of me. As soon as I was naked, she slipped her mouth over my semi erect cock and took it all in.

Jennifer stood, dropped both towels on the floor, and took a seat opposite us in a large easy chair. She hooked one leg over the arm of the chair and began using her fingers on her pussy. I watched her as Millie got really acquainted with my cock.

Millie slipped one hand under me to cup my balls while she slurped loudly up and down my shaft. She took her time, keeping me hard and yet not letting me get too close to the edge. At least not right away.

Jennifer was having her own fun and I could see how wet her pussy was even from what I sat. She stuck two fingers deep inside her pussy, pulled them out and showed them to me.

"Want a taste, Will?" She teased.

"Fuck!" I moaned.

Millie began stroking me with one fist, so lightly that it almost tickled. She ran her tongue around the tip of my cock, smiling up at me.

"Gonna make you cum," she said proudly.

I wanted her to, I really did. Jennifer was squeezing one of her tits while her fingers pumped in and out of her pussy. I could smell her sex and I wanted her. I wanted to taste her and I wanted to fuck her.

Millie could sense my urgency to come, but she would not let me. Her fist stopped as she just licked the tip of my cock. She juggled my balls in her hand and kissed the tip of my cock.

"Beg me," she said, looking at me confidently.

"What?" I moaned.

"Beg me to let you cum," she said. She ran her tongue around the tip again and her fist stroked me slowly.

"Can I come?" I asked.

She took her mouth and her hands away from my genitals.

"I said, BEG ME!" She yelled.

I had been so close that I would have said anything she wanted.

"Please, Mille, I'm begging you, please let me come, please?" I whined.

"That's more like it," she said, returning her fist to my shaft.

Her mouth followed her fist up and down my shaft and she began moaning. The vibrations of her mouth and her tongue sliding on the underside of my cock was more than I could bear. Her stroking slowed perfectly as she milked my cock, pumping my sperm into her sucking mouth. I thought I would never stop coming.

I was coming in Millie's mouth but my eyes were on Jennifer; her legs spread wide as she leaned back in the chair, biting her lower lip.

I was ashamed that even though Millie had just sucked me off, I wanted Jennifer. I looked down at her, still on her knees.

"Millie," I began, my eyes drifting over to Jennifer, "Millie, may I..."

"Sure, I know you want to, but you're mine the rest of the night," she said.

Millie got up to sit on the sofa. Jennifer waved a finger at me.

"Come on over, Will, but you better bring a spoon; I'm really wet."

I crawled over on my hands and knees and when I was close enough, she hooked a leg behind my head and pulled me between her thighs. The small tuft of her blond pubic hair was soaked and so were her thighs. She is not a petite girl, and the feel of her wet meaty thighs on my face turned me on.

I dove into her, tongue extended and penetrated her pussy, just to get my face into it. I sucked loudly at her sex and she grabbed my head with both hands.

"Fuck yeah, suck that shit up, Will," she gasped.

There was no need to arouse her any further; she needed to come. She had already worked herself up using her fingers, so I just sucked her outer lips and then flicked my tongue across her clit. I swirled my tongue around it a few times and tried to tongue fuck her.

"Suck it, Will, make me come," she moaned.

I sucked her clit, hood and all, into my mouth and used the tip of my tongue to tease it. It seemed to be just what she needed.

"That's it, suck it, suck on it!"

I sucked her clit and wiggled my face back and forth between her thighs. She clamped them together and humped my face as she came. Her head rolled back and she shivered against my face. Juices flooded my mouth and I sucked and swallowed everything she gave me.

She stretched out her legs and spread them wide and I withdrew from her sweet love nest. I would have paid anything to stick my cock inside her, but I knew it wasn't going to happen. I backed away and returned to the sofa.

Millie was waiting for me. I sat on the sofa and she kissed me hard on the mouth. We clung to each other, and the next thing I knew I was on my back on the sofa. Millie was sucking on my tongue, obviously turned on by tasting Jennifer on it.

She leaned over me and let me lick and suck on her nipples, then she moved up, pinning my shoulders to the sofa with her knees as she nestled my face against her wet pussy. Sitting on my chin, she was not nearly as heavy as Jennifer, and I probed her with my tongue for a long time.

When I began licking her clit, she was obviously ready to come.

"Let me do it," she said, moving her hips back and forth, sliding her wet slit up and down across my nose, lips and chin.

She painted my face with her wetness, and I hated that I couldn't use my tongue to taste her. She began to bear down, pressing more firmly on my face as she rode her way to oblivion. She moved faster and faster and when she came, she covered my nose with her pussy.

When she finally got off of me, she lifted up on her knees, leaning on her elbows on the arm of the sofa. That allowed me to slip out from under her. I turned around onto my knees and pressed my body against her backside.

She reached down between her legs and guided the tip of my cock into her pussy so quickly, I knew she wanted it as much as I did. I grabbed her hips to penetrate her deeply, but she stopped me.

"Let me do it, Will, let me fuck myself."

I knelt there, one hand on the back of the sofa for balance as she used my cock for several minutes, backing against me, taking me deep inside her, and then rocking forward until just the tip remained inside. She rocked back and forth, looking back over her shoulder. I let her use me until she had worked herself up.

"Do me, Will, pound the shit out of me!" She moaned.

I grabbed her hips with both hands and did just that, pulling her against me as i slammed into her, my abs smacking against her buttocks. I was getting close when she looked at me over her shoulder and said...

"Gonna cum... GONNA CUM!!!"

I held her tight against me, sinking my cock into her when she came. I felt her pussy clenching my shaft and I shot my load in three rapid squirts, grunting with each shot.

Millie and I were catching our breath as my cock grew limp and slipped out of her. My sperm dribbled down her thigh.

Suddenly we were reminded that Jennifer was still in the room.

"Shit! Maybe I should have let you fuck me after all," she said.

"I have no plans to leave until you ladies are done with me," I suggested.

"Let's have room service bring us something to eat and we'll discuss it over dinner," she said.

Room service was a fancy mushroom soup, a Caesar salad, pork chops, potatoes au gratin, asparagus and wine. Lots of wine. Too much wine.

I awoke about three hours after dinner, naked in bed with both naked girls sleeping next to me, one on each side. Dinner was great but the aftermath was a total blur.

I took a shower and when I was drying off, Jennifer came strolling in from the bedroom.

"Man, that wine did me in; what happened?" I asked her.

"You should be proud of yourself," she said smiling.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you ate some pussy, you got a blow job, you ate some more pussy, you got fucked and then you ate even more pussy. You were a very good boy."

I grinned with pride.

"Did you fuck me, Jennifer?"

"Who knows? We were all very drunk."

"Can I stay for a while?"

"Sorry, I need to get some rest for the talk show in the morning, and we're leaving right after the set."

"Will you email me again when you come to Nashville?"

"I'll be married by then, but you can always visit Millie; she likes you."

I went in to wake up Millie and we said our goodbyes and we promised to keep in touch.