Untethered Hearts

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Part 1 -- Erica seeks answers from Jessa

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The guest bathroom is a temporary refuge from Jessa's sexual innuendo. She's the first bonafide nymphomaniac I've ever met. I mean, there are some girls in my college that will sleep with anybody. They're trophy takers who'll fuck a boy just to put a notch in their belt.

But Jessa puts them to shame. She's always turned on, unlike the sluts at Kentucky University. With her, it's like sex is the be all and end all of existence. Jessa exudes pheromones like she does it on purpose. It's heady. I'm not entirely unaffected by it either.

I close the bathroom door and try to clear my head. I'm warm and feeling flushed all over after Jessa's display. That, and the heat in the townhouse. She keeps the thermostat set high. Okay, I don't know for a fact that her thermostat is set high, but it feels warmer in her townhouse than my parent's house.

At a guess, it's because she walks around nude all the time, not that she's unattractive you know. I happen to think she's rather hot actually, and kind of wish I'd met her before my parents ever did. I don't have a problem with nudity... except maybe family.

I accidentally saw my brother nude once. At that moment I thought it was gross, but once I became interested in boys, my attitude changed about it. Hey now, wait a minute, don't go thinking that my brother being nude turns me on, okay? No way.

I haven't taken my jacket off yet. So obviously, the extra layer of clothing makes it feel warmer. When I first walked in, it felt more natural to keep it on. Especially since I got spooked by her deadbolt auto-magically locking just after I did. And also, because I was hoping to only have a quick conversation.

Now I'm vacillating between the urge to remove it for comfort and the possibility of needing to keep it on in order to make a quick exit. But a quick exit equals no answers. And I need answers, I need to understand why my parents went all weird on me.

My parents haven't bothered telling me anything but they want to marry Jessa. My already married parents, for fucks sake, suddenly acting like love sick teens! Hell, I'm barely out of my teens. I can still remember what it was like being horny half the time, emo the other half.

Oh, this is good. I'm feeling a bit of clarity return to my thinking. The clarity that Jessa derailed by flaunting her pussy earlier, practically waving it under my nose. The smell of her arousal was unmistakable, and it is such a sexy pussy.

Okay, before Jessa's pussy makes me forget, I remove my jacket and hang it on a fixture by the door so that I can sit on the toilet and piss.

Jessa opens the door mid-stream. Having Jessa look at me while I piss causes me to blush. And besides that, the scent of her arousal once again invades my nose with the breeze from the door being opened. Fuck, she's got no shame!

"Are you okay with beer for lunch or plum wine?" Jessa asks.

My reflexive response is, "Beer is fine."

Jessa walks away leaving the door open. It's not like anybody but her might wander by while I'm wiping, but the lack of privacy bothers me. The assumption that I'm as open with my body as she is with hers is a bit galling, but there's not much I can do about it now.

And to make matters worse, that unspoken expectation pressures me into feel self-conscious about being overdressed. It causes a hesitation before I pull my underpants and jeans up. Is this how she corrupted my parents?

Steeling my resolve as best I can, I grab my jacket on the way out of the bathroom. I realize keeping it on is only going to increase my underarm perspiration instead of aiding my mission objectives.

As I walk toward the kitchen, Jessa peeks around the corner with two beers in her hands. Her nipples are standing at attention now, presumably from having retrieved them from the cooler.

I hadn't noticed the bars through her piercings before. Now they are prominent. They scream lick me, bite me, pinch me, twist me. They are like magnets for my eyes, pulling my focus away from what I want.

When I arrived this morning, I was thinking that I was going to have an adult conversation with another adult instead of a walking, talking billboard lit up in neon and advertising "SEX, SEX, SEX!" I begin to wonder if I've bitten off more than I can chew.

The knuckles that are squeezing around my jacket are starting to complain. In a way, I'm kind of grateful for the distraction from Jessa's breasts. Well, her whole body actually.

Walking into the dining area, there are three tall chairs at the breakfast bar. Jessa sets two beers on the countertop, one in front of two of the chairs. My thought is, 'Dealer's Choice', but I'm not really the dealer here. It's up to me to pick.

I drape my jacket across the back of one, the middle one, and grab the beer in front of it. Two quick swigs later, I'm thinking it would have been better to ask for water. But this is liquid courage going down my gullet. I've got to ask her for help in understanding the whole situation.

So, my mouth opens to make my first demand, and the doorbell rings. Jessa looks at her phone, taps the screen and says, "Coming." She pads away to answer the door in the nude. That's right, in the nude! I'm in over my head, but two more quick swigs start to lessen the shock of what I've witnessed so far.

Coming back into the kitchen, Jessa states, "I hope chicken fried rice is okay. I've gotten some chicken egg rolls and cream cheese won-tons also. Do you like chopsticks or regular flatware?"

"Regular flatware," I reply, after a slight hesitation. I need to focus, and trying to work with chopsticks at this point? Way too much trouble. I get a fuzzy feeling in my sinuses like the effects of the alcohol also, so I look at the label.

Most craft beers are under 6 percent alcohol by volume. This craft beer Jessa gave me is closer to 11 percent, and I'm drinking on an empty stomach. The label reads -- Monster Truck. Ugh.

Jessa opens one of the just delivered cartons and spoons a portion of fried rice into a wide, flat bowl. There is a second bowl sitting there. Mine maybe? I take my cue from her. I clumsily empty the rest of the carton into it, then a full packet of soy sauce onto the stuff as my stomach rumbles with hunger.

Breakfast this morning had devolved into an argument. Mom thought I owed an apology to Jessa and wouldn't let it go. She blamed me for Jessa's rejection of their marriage proposal, and guilted me into driving here. But I have another reason for being here.

The way I see it? Mom doesn't listen to Jessa any better than she listens to me. I've got nothing to apologize for. Definitely not for blowing up Mom and Dad's horny plans. I'm not about to apologize to Jessa for my parents not being ideal marriage material. No fucking way!

After a couple of bites, I can't wait any longer, "So, Mom thinks that my yelling at you last weekend scared you away, made you turn them down. It pisses me off, you know? Because I find it fucking hard to believe you'd be intimidated by me."

"You've got a good head on your shoulders baby," Jessa purrs, "like the best of both your parents."

"Heh, yeah, got my intellect from Dad, my potty mouth from Mom. Am I supposed to be okay with my parents fucking? That's just gross! How long have you been fucking my parents? The first time I remember seeing you was just after spring semester last year." I thought maybe I could shock Jessa. I was wrong.

"That's right, it was just after I spent the weekend with Kat at the spa retreat in Dahlonega. I actually met her at Barbarossa's three weeks before, when I answered her ad. But that spa weekend? That was the first time I fucked her," Jessa responded in a sultry tone.

Her response makes me choke on my fried rice and bits of food fly out of my mouth. "What? Ad? What Ad?" I manage to get out as I try to recover.

"She placed an ad in the adult classifieds... seeking a seductress. Kat wanted me to seduce and fuck Dale."

After my coughing fit, the bottle of beer is close to hand. I drink some, but the brew fizzes and tickles and threatens to set me coughing again. I crinkle my nose to control it. After that passes, I focus on her again. I blurt, "NO! No way!"

"It's true sweetie. Ask your mom. I've got nothing to hide."

"Fuck! They aren't telling me shit! My Mom? My Mom placed an ad to get you to fuck my DAD! What the hell! Why would she want you to do that?"

"She wanted an excuse to divorce him," Jessa adds bluntly.

Jessa starts to add something else, but I shush her, waving my hand in front of me. The bottom just fell out from under me. I almost hyperventilate. The room feels like it is spinning. Just barely three bites of food and I've lost my appetite again.

It's enough contemplating my Mom enjoying sex with my Dad, let alone Jessa, but now I'm having to process the possibility that my Mom initiated this sordid triangle with Jessa instead of the other way around. I sit for long moments in a fog. I can't quite put my finger on what I'm feeling.

Anger for one, that Mom would think to divorce Dad. Disappointment that I was just now hearing all this from the very nymphomaniac they got mixed up with. Shock that my Mom, who I thought was very hetero, would be swapping bodily fluids with another woman. It's not that I saw that as a problem, I've kissed a few girls trying to figure out my preferences. I just never thought Mom would do that.

And Jessa continues eating lunch waiting for me to parse my thoughts. In a way, I'm jealous of how casually she approaches this issue.

If Jessa marries my parents, would that make her my step-mother? Shit! And Holy Shit! Wait, Jessa herself said she wasn't the marrying kind. But what if she can't dissuade my parents? What then?

Thinking about all this is making my head hurt. As I continue to drink the beer Jessa gave me, my thoughts muddle a bit more. I'm ready to grasp at any straw that presents itself.

"My head is fucked, Jessa. How can you be so calm about this? I've got no idea how to stop it. You said you didn't want to marry them."

Jessa chuckles lightly, "Sweetie, you wouldn't believe how many bridges I've burned. The only thing that worries me is how persistent your parents are. Usually it doesn't take more than a 'What the Fuck are you talking about?' attitude. But we've gone past that."

"Really? Oh great!"

"Oh no, darling. I didn't say I have no idea. In fact, I think I've got a dandy idea about how to change their attitude toward me, lover."

My brain must be really addled now, it sounds as if she just called me lover.

"What do you have in mind Jessa? I'm willing to consider..." and my response is cut off mid-sentence when Jessa's mouth covers my lips. My brain stops cold. Oh My God, her tongue thrusts between my lips, stops my thoughts, shakes my heartbeat.

Her tongue searches my mouth; I gulp. Thinking just became problematic. I can feel her tongue brush the tips of my teeth. My jaw parts; I whimper a half-hearted protest into her mouth. Her tongue dives in. Exploring, pursuing, possessing me.

I feel the heat increasing between my legs. I never felt like this while kissing any other girl. Maybe, just maybe she really is so good in bed. It feels like my whole being is melting... from just a kiss! This is beyond my clumsy fumbling with the girls at college.

When Jessa's mouth leaves my lips, all I can manage is a pant. A pant and a sob. "Jessa... please... I'm feeling dizzy. What... what's... that for?" I feel a longing in my loins also. I don't understand it. It confuses me. I try to catch my breath.

"It's simple, sweetie. Be my lover."

"Lover?" I squeak.

Jessa moves closer; her presence is suddenly overwhelming. I feel heat from her breath, her nude body. Her eyes look deeply into mine, it makes me shudder. I'm definitely feeling the effects of the beer; Jessa's gaze is palpable.

I wonder if this is how she seduced my Mom and Dad, this sensual onslaught of bodily demand; body language sultrily whispering, let me fuck you, you know you want it.

My pulse feels thready and my breath shallow. I find myself trying to deny that I'm about to be fucked by her too, but my denial feels powerless and weak. I barely notice her fingers as they unerringly unfasten my buttons like she knows where every single one is without having to look at what she's doing. The look of hunger in her eyes is mesmerizing.

I whimper, "but," weakly and forget what's supposed to follow, what I wanted to say.

Her response is a pout. A pout that tempts me, inserts in me a desire to give in. The back of my mind tells me to find out what the big deal is, to find out why my parents are suddenly brainless idiots. Her dusky rose colored lips are tempting. Those pouting lips, are beckoning me to explore them.

Oh God, help me. I'm sure now, Jessa wants to fuck me. Just like she fucked my Mom and Dad, and why am I so damn horny now when I think that? My nipples are hardening. They... I want to feel her lips on them.

I brave it, and kiss her pout puckered lips and they soften at my touch, and I lose myself in her desire. It feels so fucking good to be desired. My sex becomes as wet as my need. I gasp when I feel her fingers within the waistband of my jeans and my underpants. Her touch tingles and I shiver.

Jessa insistently tugs my clothing off my hips and quivering thighs. In a flash they pass my knees, and fly quickly down to my ankles. The seductress kneels before me and whispers to my sex. Her lips on my thighs send shocks stitching up and down my spine. When Jessa nips my flesh with her teeth, all I can do is moan, "Oh Fuck!"

Jessa's mouth is giving me sensations that I never experienced before. The urgency of my need drools out of my pussy onto the stool I'm leaning on. My bum slides in my juices as my clit seeks her mouth. Why do I want her mouth on my clit so much?

As soon as the question forms in my mind, it evaporates. It seems so right that her mouth should be there! I approach my climax when it happens. I squirm as her tongue squirms on me, slides over my sensitive lips and nub.

My legs spasm, hips buck off the seat. I clutch her head onto my sex and thrust against her mouth, and I cum hard. When she moans against my pussy it's all I can do to keep on my feet. My knees are so weak now.

I fall back to sit, but miss the stool; ankles being tangled up in my jeans and underpants. I stagger back against the countertop gasping, trying to catch my balance and breath. That was so much better than using my own fingers! My cheeks blush from having lost my control and my mind to the pleasure.

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Part 2 -- Jessa lays out her plan... and Erica

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My hands are on Erica's hips, but not holding tightly. It isn't necessary since she's holding my face into her sweet muff. She cums and tries to back away. I might have been caught off balance if I'd been holding on, but her pussy is still dripping from orgasm while she gasps for breath. I smell the lovely aroma of her excitement.

"That's it Erica? You're just going to let me have a taste and leave me hanging? I thought I was a tease, but you are just almost as much."

I walk closer to her on my knees, inching ever closer, beckoning her with the expression of desire on my face. For a moment it almost looks like she will give in to the seduction. Erica gulps in air. She edges a bit farther along the countertop, saying, "But, wouldn't being lovers take a bit longer?"

"Your parents haven't told you how insatiable I am?" I ask as I inch closer, trying to be as seductive, as inviting as possible. I smile at her, "I'm surprised they let you come over by yourself."

"What I meant was... wouldn't it be better to gradually become... er, you know, get to know each other first... um, wouldn't it be suspicious if I j... just jump into your bed... I mean, can't we just pretend, and like tell them we did?" Erica asks.

Erica's flustered response brings a grin to my face. "You think you can actually sell that story if you've barely spent an hour here and you never want to come back?" At this point, I'm up close and personal again. She doesn't have any room to maneuver away, or even so much as pull her jeans and underpants up.

I gently stroke her hips and trace the landing strip of pubic hair. Her skin raises goose-flesh with every stroke. Giving Erica a coquettish, look I ask, "Are you ruling out my suggested solution my pretty, delicious, darling girl?"

"Um... I can see there are certain orgasms, er... advantages to be gained by your proposition. But this is all so quick... I haven't had much time to... much time to... um, consider..."

I breathe in her heady scent and sigh, while my face is practically but not quite buried in her pretty little sex again. Then looking up, "Ooh! I've got an idea! You and Jessa can watch some mindless entertainment on the booby tube while you consider."

To reassure her that I'm giving her space to think, I pull her underpants and then her jeans up. I let her fasten them while I stand, Jessa pouts as Erica does so. The pout distracts her for a moment before she continues to fasten her jeans.

I invade her personal space, reach around her to grab my phone, making sure that my nude body, my stiff bar enhanced nipples brush against the front of her. It is delightful that her breath quickens again as I do so. Erica's warm breath on my shoulders thrill me, as do her hands unable to avoid brushing my nipples.

Erica contacts my body, erect nipples and all, while doing up her clothing. I bring up my AV app on my phone; queue up some Jessa porn for us to watch on the main screen in the living room. It's in my plan to teach her how to masturbate and squirt.

"Okay, sweetie, I've got some videos queued. Would you like another beer? I've also got plum wine or sake if you'd prefer." The Video Screen comes on in the living room and I walk around the counter to the wine cooler where my wine, sake, and beer are chilling.

"Spring water?"

"Sure thing, lover," I say, while pulling out a pilsner glass to empty the water bottle into. After her glass is filled, out comes my own single serving bottle of plum wine. It's a twist off cap, so not a big deal. I grab Erica's free hand and guide her into the living room sofa.

Erica gets comfortable on the sofa. I drape my arm across her thighs and pull her shoes and socks off. It seems like she is close to objecting, but since I make it seem as utilitarian as possible, her objections don't get voiced.

The video continues playing on the screen. It's one of my earliest videos, where I'm riding a Sybian to orgasm. My juices pool and dance on the saddle while my hips shuffle and bounce against the vibrations. It doesn't take long in the video before I've had at least four orgasms. My sex juices have dripped down the sides of the machine, everything is wet.

When I dare glance at Erica, she is wide-eyed and her breathing is shallow. She's barely cognizant of me massaging her feet and ankles.

"That's you..." she starts.

"Sure is sweetie. Do you want to try the Sybian?"

"Uh... You recorded yourself. Why are you showing me something like that?"

"You don't like it? How about this one?" I asked and tapped my phone to advance to the next video, the one where I'm on my knees looking over my shoulder at the camera and panting while a machine with a dildo attached is fucking me to the sound of tips registering in the video.

In and out the dildo goes, inexorably stroking me, stroking my canal as I moan and groan, stretching my lips, rocking my hips, my pelvis until my inevitable squirting orgasm.

"Oh My God!" Erica exclaims. "How often..."

"Back then, I was doing that almost daily. That was before I met your parents. Do you want to try that machine? It wouldn't take long to set up for you."