I won't lie, this is probably my favorite of my BTR porn fics. I really have a great, great love for pegging. Truly, truly great. For those of you who don't know what pegging is, well, you'll certainly understand once you read this, but I'll tell you to be nice. It's when a girl wears a strap on and well, I'm sure you can guess the rest. Either way, someone asked for the Jennifers pegging Carlos, and I could not say no.
Pairing:Carlos/Jennifer/Jennifer
Rating:NC-17(pegging)
"I'm not too sure this thing with Carlos is going to work out." Jennifer says when they go together to use the bathroom, arching an eyebrow as she applies summer peach lip-gloss to her mouth.
"I think it's working out pretty well." Her lip-gloss doesn't need reapplying just yet. She settles for touching up the foundation on her nose, making it another layer thick. Heat waves like this are horrible on her makeup, have sweat bubbling up out of her pores. As often as she and the other Jennifers insist that sweating is beyond them, they're just too cool for it, the laws of nature are impossible to defy.
"He doesn't feel like one of us, not exactly." She understands. Carlos has a big hole to fill, a Jennifer sized hole to fill. He and Jennifer aren't cut from the same material. Carlos is a polyester blend and Jennifer is pure Chinese silk. Carlos is no brand and Jennifer is Vera Wang, the two will never be on the same level, no matter how hot no brand, polyester blend Carlos can get.
"I know what you mean." Her hair could use a bit of an afternoon touch up, some extra volume to get her through the rest of the day. "Maybe he feels the same way. He needs to be welcomed." They've done a good job with Carlos so far. His horrible, tacky hockey helmet is gone, replaced with a much more in-style, fashionable fedora, a matching silk scarf. He needs a nice suit to complete the ensemble, possibly Armani, some fantastic designer jeans and a salmon pink long sleeved shirt to match. She and Jennifer are going to make Carlos so hot, much better than he used to be.
"Welcomed?" Jennifer grins, lips glossy and plump, kissable as the shade says they should be. Collagen has nothing on their mouths. "The Jennifer way?"
"Pft, duh." She runs fingers through her hair, curls still reasonably bouncy for weather like this, for nearly three o'clock. "Your new lip-gloss is cute, by the way."
"Thanks." Jennifer smacks her lips, tucks long, straightened strands of her dark hair behind her ears to draw attention to her cheekbones. "Want some?"
"You know it, bitch."
Jennifer's mouth spreads the gloss easily over her lips, perfectly even distribution, and when they break apart they are both kissably, deliciously full lipped and pink.
"I thought we were going shopping. I saw some Gucci loafers that I could wear with anything, formal or casual." Carlos is impressing her more and more as the day goes by. He'll be a full fledged Jennifer sooner than she thought.
"Oh Carlos." She laughs, curling a finger into the collar of his shirt, mindful not to tug too hard. She'd hate to stretch out the fabric; they just bought the outfit for him. "Who goes shopping at nine thirty?"
"The Jennifers?" He says, throwing up his hands in an I have no idea manner. He's really quite cute and were she willing to slum it with a boy for a day, he'd be one of her first choices, so long as no one ever found out.
"We're going to do something way more fun than shopping." Jennifer is wearing her black silk nightgown with lace trim at the hem. They all have matching ones in different colors. It might be a bit much, to sleep in such expensive pajamas, but they have a reputation to live up to, and you should dress like someone is watching every hour of the day.
"Like what? We're not going to have a sleepover are we? I don't think Mrs. Knight will let me have a sleepover with girls."
Jennifer slips out of her nightgown and it flutters to the floor in trembles of black silk that ripple smooth as water. Beneath her gown she has on her best lingerie, a black lace corset and matching thong panties. Lingerie has always been a good look on Jennifer.
"We're not going to sleep." She adds, dropping her cherry-red robe. Her own lingerie is simpler, a classic bra and underwear combination but she has red stockings that come up to her mid-thigh, red stilettos too. She would have worn her knee high red leather boots if she didn't think they would send Carlos running. "We're going to show you the perks of being a Jennifer."
Carlos squeaks, his eyes wide as circles, adorably, sexually innocent and cute.
"Okay."
"Take off your clothes."
Carlos does as he's told, drapes his scarf over the back of the sofa so he doesn't wrinkle it, does the same with his new shirt and pants, hangs his jacket on the hanger she gives him. He's not too bad beneath all the clothing, despite the fact that he always wears a shirt in the pool. His biceps are reasonably impressive, stomach flat, chest decently toned. He's not buff but they can work with him, glam him up. Body glitter could do him wonders.
"On the bed." Jennifer orders, her voice sexy and wicked, an extension of her inner diva out in the privacy of their bedroom. Carlos takes to the bed like he needs it, like he's going to keel over and die if he isn't on top of the comforter.
"To be honest with you guys, I'm pretty flattered by this. I never thought you guys liked me like that way." Carlos is beaming, arms crossed behind his head, gazing up at them cheerfully. He has no idea that he's in for a big surprise.
Carlos smile fades, however, when she steps from behind the foot of the bed. She understands, of course, it's a little intimidating at first, she felt the same the night she and the other Jennifers came across them. "What the fuck is that?" Carlos asks, sitting up, wriggling back until he's against the headboard, knees touching his chest.
"A strap-on, don't be an idiot." She's pretty proud of her cock now that she has it. It's her cock; definitely, just like her clothes are hers and her purse is hers. It's just another accessory really, one to be used in the bedroom rather than at the mall.
"I don't—" She doesn't mind that he's a little terrified, her dick is pretty otherworldly, fat and impressively thick, a deep, red silicon to match her lingerie. "Oh dear god." Jennifer has her strap-on out now too. The differences between their fake cocks are striking. Where she goes for girth, Jennifer goes for length. Jennifer's is charcoal black, a good eight and a half inches long, scarily ribbed at the tip. "I thought we were going to have a threesome." Carlos says helplessly, sweat beading at his temples, but he doesn't look as afraid anymore, and his face is flushing, blood slowly making its way to his one hundred percent silicon free dick.
"We are." She assures him, reaching her hand down to stroke her strap-on; pump it like she would if she were a man, if hers were made of throbbing, sensitive flesh. "But just because we're going to fuck doesn't mean you get to do the fucking."
"I think I'll pass." He doesn't mean it, she can tell because he's watching her hand glide over the smooth silicon, his pink tongue coming out to wet his lips.
"You don't mean that." Jennifer takes his face in her hands, kisses his cheeks, his nose, everywhere but his lips. They agreed on Pretty Woman rules before they invited Carlos over. There is no kissing on the lips. "This is part of being a Jennifer, you don't get anywhere in life unless you're willing to take a cock or two and fight back with your own."
"Will it hurt?"
"No." Jennifer licks a line from his collarbone to the center of his chest. She watches Jennifer the entire time, the movement of her wet, wriggling tongue.
"Here." She uncaps the lube, drizzles some over her palm, tosses the rest of the bottle to Carlos. "Get yourself ready." She's not going to put her fingers in there, she'd tear him up if she did, not to mention ruin her French tips. She just had a mani-pedi the day before.
Carlos whimpers, coats his hand good and slick, reaches back where she can't see and pushes a finger into himself. The muscles in his stomach jump at the first intrusion even though he's the one controlling it, thigh muscles firm and solid as he gets himself onto his knees, head thrown back as he works. He starts to like it, pretty quickly, actually, and soon his dick is flush against his belly.
"Mhm." She purrs, forcing his head down so he can see her take Jennifer's cheeks between her palms, kiss her on the mouth. Jennifer tastes of her nighttime apricot lip-gloss, strawberries and cream, saliva sour from their after dinner ice cream. Jennifer's breasts fit just above hers, like they always do, and she touches them through the corset. She'd love for Jennifer to be naked but that's not something to do right now, that's too intimate, that's something only the Jennifers can do, a girls only rule. Show a boy your tits and he's in love with you forever, they don't want or need that to happen. "Just like that Carlos."
Carlos' skin glistens with sweat, his knees spread apart slutty and eager, fingers working vigorously inside him. He's getting really into it and the sight has a warm pool of arousal building inside her, down between her legs, shivery and achy with need.
"On your stomach." Jennifer is the first one on the bed, helps Carlos roll over, wedges his thighs wide with her hands to her liking, so she can get to work. Carlos groans when Jennifer thrusts her way into him, surprisingly gentle, more gentle than she's ever seen Jennifer be. Carlos loves it, pushes back with all his weight. "God." Jennifer growls, placing a hand on Carlos' back to keep him steady, give her leverage as she starts to thrust like she means it, good and hard. "I knew you'd love this, we both did. You're such an obvious little cock slut. I bet you think about this all the time. You love dick. Do you wish one of your friends would do this to you? Huh? Wish James or Kendall would get in here and fuck your ass raw?" Jennifer pounds away at him for a few minutes and Carlos makes noises like he's dying, low in his throat, mouth open wide, fingers clutching the duvet. He's close, they can both see it, and she stops Jennifer because she wants to be the one to finish him off.
She's wetter than she's ever been in her life, more turned on than she thought she could be. Carlos is greedy for everything she gives him and for the first time she wishes she did have a cock. She wants to know what Carlos feels like inside, when he shifts and clenches tight around her fake dick. She wants to feel how desperate she makes him and she can't, feels nothing but her own delicious agony, hot as a sun inside, yearning and untouched. Her strap-on stretches Carlos tight, brings him close, catches his pleasure button. Carlos comes like a geyser, all at once, no warning, sudden and fast, messy and complete. She wonders how he can be okay with an orgasm like that, one that doesn't get him high on waves and waves, can't go on and on and on, one time and he's done for awhile.
"That was—" Carlos doesn't know what to call it, slumps over boneless and relaxed. "Can I do anything for you two?"
"No thanks." She'd take him up on his offer, she's desperate enough, but Jennifer is there, nudging between her thighs, not her strap-on but her tongue, and that's all she'll ever need.
