Jenna

Once Misty left, it was a few minutes after 9am. The last batch of women didn't need to leave until around noon, giving me a little time to recover and rest. I first grabbed the list of names and made some notes based on what I had learned about each. Then it occurred to me that the app likely had a mechanism for recording such things. A very quick examination proved that to be true.

In each girl's profile, I logged her birth control method and anything else I had learned about her that might be relevant. Then I set up my laptop at the kitchen table and got through an hour of work (real work, not harem work) as the night owls slowly started waking up and getting their days started. Sandra was throwing our... sorry, my... bedsheets into the wash. Good idea. Probably should have done that each day this weekend. Dishes and cups clanked in the sink as my guests made, ate, and cleaned up their breakfasts. By 10:30am I noticed three women were already lounging in the living room, manually stimulating themselves in preparation. That was enough to make my balls tingle and suggest that we could be ready to go soon.

Reaching a good stopping point in my work, I shut my laptop, shed my clothes, and walked over to the couch. Bea, Jade, and Jenna were waiting, shamelessly rubbing themselves, each one oblivious to the presence and activity of the others. Rayanne was eating breakfast still, and Crystal had just woken up. I sat on the couch and tried to decide between Jenna and Jade. Bea was my last girl of the morning for sure. Her pussy was still untouched by my seed. Seeing that Jenna's face was twisted in concentration and that her hand was moving furiously fast under her sweatshorts, I figured she was really close and could be an easy one to finish first.

Sitting next to her on the couch (with Jade on the other side of me), I placed a hand on Jenna's muscular thigh and spoke her name.

She sprung up from her reclined position as if she had been restrained and was now released. She dropped her shorts and quickly mounted me, knees on either side of my hips, and wasted no time in wiggling herself down onto my rod. One quick nudge of my tip with her fingertips and I was locked in place. Jenna moaned loudly as she slid down onto my lap, and I sighed gratefully in response.

Just as I had suspected, Jenna was so close that our whole encounter wasn't going to last more than a minute or two. Since she was clad only in loose sweatshorts and a t-shirt, I had very easy access to her breasts for the fleeting moment we were sharing. Pushing the fabric of her loose shirt up to her neck, I latched on to one of her nipples and began sucking the thick flesh all around it. I felt Jenna's grip on my cock tighten and her movements become more jerky. She was certainly close. I gave her hard, thick buttocks one more rough squeeze and then leaned back to watch her tumble into release. Jenna moaned loudly through tightly sealed lips then opened her mouth and eyes with a gasp. “Implant,” she stated, then curled forward and shivered. Her thighs clenched around me in a firm, powerful grip. With a final cry of, “Nnnyyyyeeeahhh!” she completely relaxed on my lap and leaned forward, panting heavily. After a few deep breaths, she straightened up and backed off my lap. It took her a few seconds to have her shorts back on and hardly more time than that to collect her things and head out the door.