Jenny Hendrix wanted to fuck me

February 1, 2009

It didn’t hurt that I was the one with the blow.

But that wasn’t the only reason.

Jenny Hendrix – porn’s queen of cameltoe http://www.iseekgirls.com/blog/2005/11/21/jenny-mr-camel-toe/ , and winner of a 2009 AVN for Best Threeway Sex Scene, really wanted to fuck me – because she really wanted to fuck – and really wanted to fuck me. For free. I shit you not (well, maybe that’s not the best choice of terminology – read on).

The scene: Club Illusions, Tampa, Florida, in 2006. Just another Saturday night at the swing club, or so it first seemed. She was just another young hot chick there with her boyfriend, or so I first thought.

I was there with Amber (real alias), my escort ex who had become my girlfriend some months before after I hired her for the night. As often occurred, we were cruising the club with our wingcouple-with-benefits, Dave and Jamie Cox (first names changed to protect their identity, last name their real alias). Even though both Dave and I (and I suspect Jamie, though the meth may have added some years to her complexion) were already in our forties, the four of us were a lethal combination picking up couples with young hot chicks. We all look good and had mastered the territory, and it didn’t hurt that maybe four-foot-eleven Amber looked like she was about 11.

Jenny Hendrix (real alias) was bouncing off the walls, appearing to be in a manic phase. She swung from the pole at the atltitude of a trapeze artist over the pulsating dance floor, seemingly defying the laws of gravity by rotating at a 90 degree angle from the pole for what seemed like a dozen times. Indeed, I could swear (or so it seemed – it could have been the ecstasy combined with vodka Red Bull), that at one point, she actually completely let go of the pole and hung fully-levitated in mid-air for a 30-seconds - the image of her I will always carry in my mind.

Dave was in full-bore heat for Jenny Hendrix, I a bit less so but still enthused, and eventually, we all started talking and shooting pool – the game interspersed with the girls tooting up my eight ball in the ladies room. Eventually Jenny Hendrix kept screaming almost at the top of her lungs how horny she was and how much she wanted to fuck, meaning we were uncharacteristically long past our cue to move the action into a play room. There was an explanation for the delay – Jamie was petrified that once her husband sampled pussy like this, he was never coming back, and began employing a four-corner offense – but the star of AVN nominated Best All-Sex Release “Fuck Me: Jenny Hendrix,” just one of her nine 2009 nominations, wanted it too badly and was forcing the issue.

Amber and Jamie caucused, and the decision was made that, no matter what, Dave was not going to fuck Jenny Hendrix, that Amber was going to fuck Dave, that Jamie was going to fuck Jenny Hendrix’ “fiance” Jack (the nature of Jack’s relationship to Jenny Hendrix has been speculated about in the porn media [http://www.lukeisback.com/stars/stars/jenny_hendrix.htm] and even patently that night seemed to be a matter of dispute between themselves) and maybe me, too, and that I, and only I, was going be the one to fuck Jenny Hendrix. Jenny Hendrix wanted to know if I had a big cock, and the girls boasted about my 9 1/2 inch. She wanted to know if I knew how to use it, and Jamie assured her, “he’s good.” But, terrified that the plan might not work and Dave would manage to sample Jenny’s wares, the stall continued – there was fear in Amber’s face and voice, too, but she relented to Jamie. I guess in the swingers’ world, the same leverage that often causes a married woman never to blow her husband after the wedding date translates into a married woman not letting her husband fuck 22 year-old porn stars.

Dave and I managed to move all of the bottle club side and toward the play rooms, but Amber and Jamie planted themselves on couches in the lobby in between. But Jenny Hendrix, who once had sex with her own sister and sister’s actual fiance in a film, was tiring, but not deterred. Perhaps just bracing me for the size of her cameltoe, she started loudly telling the girls how badly she wanted to have her ass licked. I immediately interjected that not only would I do so, but that Amber and Jamie could vouch for the fact that’s I’d licked both of their asses, a statement which caused both of them to let out a synchronized “EEeewww,” - somewhat surprising to me since on at least one earlier occasion, Jamie had licked my ass before I ever tasted hers, and while I had initiated analingus with Amber during our first shower, in the course of the next year-and-a-half, she must have reciprocated that about 50 times (generally in combination with a tongue-washing of my balls) while I did it to her again at most twice (which was not at all a bad reflection on her, but more a reflection on how much she loved everything else we did to each other – there simply wasn’t time).

Finally, obviously being frozen out in the lobby, and perhaps crashing out from the below, Jenny Hendrix began to yawn and talk about how tired she was. It wasn’t long before she leaned on Jack, a recidivist dater of porn stars (yes, I’m extremely jealous), to go, and met little resistance, since presumably didn’t consider himself on the winning end of the three-way trade. Jenny told us she was having a pool party the next at her house, and invited both couples. We exchanged numbers, and I still have both Jenny Hendrix’ (including her real name) and Jack’s in my phone.

The next day, Dave and Jamie went over to Jenny’ Hendrix’ house and Dave ended up fucking her. Amber didn’t feel well, so we didn’t go.

As Jenny Hendrix advertised as an escort, over the ensuing months I’d try again. I called, but no calls were returned. I emailed, but no response. Reports had her in Jacksonville, Miami, and, of course, the Valley.

Jenny Hendrix really wanted to fuck me.

But alas, it was not to be.

Yet.

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