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Door

By: zaniam



This is purely a figment of my imagination. Any words, locations, names or details are purely coincidental. 

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It started as a typical morning. Coffee. Cereal. His phone ringing. Her Email bleeping. They were both working from home that day. 

It started as a typical morning and she barely noticed his clearing the breakfast dishes. His constant pacing and murmur on the phone, comforting and common-place. What she did realize was the beauty of the day. He'd opened all the doors and windows and the sun on the mountain was beautiful. The breeze was warm and the birds were all about. The breeze aired out the house. He'd even opened the bedroom doors and outer curtains. It was a beautiful day. 

The breeze was gentle and her typical "pajamas" were comfy. She smiled and went on with her research. Maybe an hour passed. Maybe it was only 20 minutes, she had no idea, time didn't register on days like this; she'd even lost track of where He was, not hearing Him on the phone, she assumed he was in the office, or getting ready for His ride. She smiled. 

Suddenly she felt His hands on her shoulders and though He was clearly on the phone, actively listening to someone, He had that look in his eye. The no-nonsense one. 

She wondered what she'd done to displease him and shook it off. She'd quit trying to guess what pleased and displeased him since he made it quite clear usually. It was a relief to not always have to be guessing. 

As she looked up at him, her heart skipped a beat in both happiness and anticipation. His nearness always doing that to her. 

He leaned over her shoulder and placed a neatly folded sheet of paper on the table in front of her. Her quizzical look was met with a shake of His head as He walked away, already ensconced in His call, again. 

She sighed and unfolded it. ... 

"Zan, it is 12:20pm as I write this. I will be on this call approximately 20 more minutes. When I am done, I expect the following: 

1) you will have put away the dishes I have washed,

2) you will have wisely used the time to go to the bathroom, brush your teeth and hair,

3) You will strip (of course you may leave 'my' socks on), and 

4) You will be standing spread eagle in the doorway of the bedroom-patio door waiting. 

That is all. I love you. 

Lee"

The fact that he was in another room, on the phone did not stop the blush on her face or the pounding in her breast as she read it. She grasped the implications immediately. Any hesitation on her part and the game would be over. For good. He'd made that clear. 

Any straying from his instructions and the same would probably hold true. She was glad he'd wandered away while she processed it. He mind raced. The hardest part was this for her. The knowledge that there were no consequences for her NOT playing along. ... Well none except the biggest of all. The fact that there would be no further voyages into this realm.

The clearing of his throat from across the house was not meant for her, but it brought her back to the present. She shut the computer, quickly moved to the kitchen to put the dishes away, and went to the bathroom, quietly shutting the door behind her.

After performing her short duties, and spraying on a bit of perfume for good measure, she stepped into the hallway and turned toward the bedroom. 

Always it was so powerful walking into it. So many feelings raced through her heart and head each time she crossed the threshold. Even now. Sometimes it felt like "home." Sometimes she felt like an intruding visitor, but mostly she felt a sense of pride. Here mind always saw the room the way it had looked the first time she had seen it. Pillows piled high, comforter perfectly settled. 

Her longing to be in it. Her frustration that he would have someone else in it that night. She never lingered on that. She merely found it to be part of their past - that had to happen - to allow them to be what they were, now. 

As she thought about his room, this room, she stripped out of her pajama pants and white t-shirt, her nipples already hard from the cold perfume spray, the pit of her stomach felt a little hollow from the instructions. Well, that and the thought that it might have so easily not have been her that was here -- had she not chosen to be brave and had he not chosen to let her in. 

She moved to the door an watched the sun flicker on the metal planter for a moment. It was then that she realized the note had not instructed her if she was to stand facing in or out ... hell ... another one of his ways of making her choose ... of making her give herself to him. She was certain of that. His thoroughness was legendary. This was no mistake or omission and she swore softly as she thought about it. It was her choice. But what were the consequences for it? 

She tried to remember if there were associates coming today, or deliveries, or his "shitty maids" but nothing came to mind. Cursing again softly, she realized he was wrapping up his call in the office, and stepped into the doorway facing the yard. As her hands went to the top corners of the doorway and her feet edges planted themselves against the door bottom, she heard him enter the room behind her. 

She closed her eyes feeling very much on display to him. Her body trembled as she felt his gaze on her. 

She heard him enter the room and toss the phone and earpiece onto the dresser and then felt more than heard him move across the room behind her. She tensed, but he kept moving. She heard his bedside table drawer open and close and she frowned in confusion, but did not move or speak; her mind racing through the possibilities. ... 

The room was perfectly quiet and she debated her words -- or the wisdom of any at all -- then opted for silence. 

He approached her, his presence always causing her heart to jump and her body to warm. She quivered as he ran his hand over her shoulder and back then both on her waist, hips, ass and down her thighs. It was when his hands ran back up her inner legs and touched her wet sex that her head fell forward in embarrassment, her hair covering her face. 

His laugh was soft as he whispered in her neck, "Happy already, little one?" 

She just swallowed hard and prayed that he didn't expect any answer beyond her body's reaction to his. 

Softly his hands brought her hair back from her face and he stroked her cheeks and then even softer, her lips. They parted for him and her tongue darted out touching his thumb, sucking it softly. Her senses were filled with his body behind her, his hands on her and she swayed against him. 

It was only after he was buckling the strap that she realized he'd slipped a small gag into her mouth, she wondered where the hell that had come from, and gasped softly, trying to turn her head to see his face. His hands stopped that, and smoothed her hair and again stroked her lower back. His spot. His place. The soft fur that he'd laid claim to. 

"Your instructions were to stand spread eagle in the door, darling, not to squirm about." He firmly but playfully spanked her right ass cheek. 

Those were all the words spoken ... the only ones needed. She became still and waited, watching the birds flit and the breeze blow the umbrella flaps. The breeze was making her nipples even harder and her juices were cooling on her outer lips when suddenly it all went black. She blinked, realizing that he'd slipped a blindfold on her and was now carefully fastening it ... her heart raced again, the breeze feeling stronger, or perhaps it was just her perception of it. 

His hands slid over her skin and it turned from chilled to fiery then back again. He pinched her nipples and ran his hands over her belly, sliding his fingers between her dripping sex, owning it. Probing what she spread her knees to give to him. Her body. Her wishes. Now in line with his. This is how it was with them. This is what she had always known it would be like. 

What she had not known how hard he would make it for her. How hard it would be to give herself to him. Intimately. Passionately. Sexuality that was not a game. It cut her to the core, this giving to him. And yet she did it willingly - fully. Knowing that part-way was not an option. He knew how to get to her. He knew that her asking for pleasure ... asking to be tasted, to be made love to was what was hardest. But this was the reward. Him. God what an amazing man, but how he made her insane.

She felt him move away and her body sagged, unable to see or speak, she felt his poke for her to regain her position but what she heard frustrated her. The goddamn phone. He picked it up and settling the headset on, went back to work, leaving her there. Endlessly she stood in the door, shifting her weight, stretching her arms as best she could. Time stood still. The call went on and on. Then another. And another. It may have been 10 minutes or 2 hours she had no idea, only that the tingles in her limbs were beginning to become unbearable. And yet she had no urge to move. He'd asked her to be here and here she would stay. 

The cat crossing her ankle made her cry out into the gag, but she realized He probably didn't even hear it and rubbed it with her foot. Feeling the soft fur flop over on it's side she knew which one it was and rubbed it quickly before retuning her foot to where it belonged. "Sorry Ru" she thought to herself. 

When the doorbell rang it caused her to grip the edges of the wood and stand at attention, chest heaving, nipples taught, eyes closed and concentrating behind the blindfold. "Oh shit" was her only thought as she heard Him say, "The gate's open, just leave it on the patio by the hose."

She gulped but steadied her breathing, trusting Him, then smiled through the gag as she heard Him walk through the patio door and come to the front of her, closing the curtains just as the scrape of the gate latch lifted. He stood in front of the curtains directing the delivery. She knew she could not be seen, but felt more exposed like this than she could ever remember feeling before. Her heart raced, her throat was dry, her sex however was dripping wet with His nearness. With their secret. 

Before she could even "calm" herself, the delivery man was gone and then He stepped through the curtain. First he released the gag, kissing her soundly, then taking the blindfold off to look deeply into her eyes. Still silent, He picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her back and massaging her tingling limbs, turning to her inner thighs and stomach playfully. His eyes hinting at his mirth as he reached between her thighs. 

Both were impatient and her eyes begged him, though she did not move from where he had placed her. 

"What?" was all He said. 

She swallowed hard again and took a shaky breath, "Sir, I want you. I need you. I need to feel you. Please .... "

"Say it" he said

She almost made the mistake of shaking her head no, but instead just looked up at him with a deeper blush, "Sir, please make me cum for you."

It was a simple statement. Not a request. Not permission. That was their way. His way. His torturously evil way of making her ask for her pleasure. 

He laughed and stripped, standing before her, his cock harder than she'd ever seen it. The hesitation on his face was one she could read and she laughed, watching him decide ... should he use his mouth or cock on her ... 

Impatient, she moved and held out her arms to him, not caring which he choose, just needing his skin against hers. 

The End.

Door 14



Friday night, and I was off down chill, coal-sweet streets to the House of Black Mirrors. A famous house -- at least within a one hundred mile radius of old Ogie. But if you haven't got a sense of that place, well, all you need to know is that all the "desert flowers" are brought there for the tasting. Trained in the forbidden dances and songs and other things kept from the proles, and available only to the corporates and long-drawn drug duster bandits.

I hadn't been to the house in oh so long. The last show I saw -- an exquisite pleasure aimed at sadistically pleasing the visiting Killjoy gang. There was this young minette, all star-kissed and bangled and gore-mouthed, with fantastic bleachy hair and these legs! There was an actor with her on center stage dressed to resemble a Killjoy. He was caressing the minette, telling her what a fine sand whore she'd make, which drew a whoop from the audience of rough-and-tumbles. She pretended to be scared, speaking high up and cooing out pleads to not take her please oh please. The mock Killjoy laughed and struggled with her until he'd got his imitation ray-gun jammed into her lubed slit. The star-kissed minette crawled around stage her plasticine tits bobbing and the ray-gun starting to drip as synthetic cum drained from the girlie's hips and she let out the cheekiest little gutterals and moans. The Killjoys -- the real ones -- really got off from that one.

But this night, I was going not for the public show but a tasting of my own. Mr. Torrence, pleased to heavens with my drug sales, gave me a tishy bonus. And that bonus was fair efficient for buying me a look-see at the House of Back Mirrors. One need only go to the back door and present the shrine fee to be led back through a dim, rum-stained hallway with a devotchka behind each door.

I arrived at the house and knocked on the back door. I was let in and led down the hall, being promised all the while by a scruffy sir that any door would open to a delight all ready to go. Door 14 seemed lucky somehow, so I opened that.

Inside a room that nearly blushed from all the pink décor, a slut -- a sweet devotchka -- sprawled on a bed. She had on a cheap red slip and dark knee-high nylons and you could just make out the bright pink teenybopper lingerie underneath it all. Her hair fell just above her tits and her eyes were painted and she sported danglies in her ears. When I entered, this girlie was busy rubbing her pink panties against some pillows, making her pussy swell up near to bursting. Her nipples were so hard you could see them through her bra, which was jam-packed with tits that leaked just a bit as she got more and more excited.

I recognized this one from some of the ads the house pasted up in the Underground. Her name was Vixen, and she was rumoured to cum so many times that when she finally had enough, the whole bed was about ruined.

I went over to her and pushed her on her back and straddled her supple hips, my cock meanwhile beginning its delicious struggle with the front of my trousers. I played with the girlie's poor milky tits, forcing them out of the bra, pressing and flicking those rosyvtips and feeling her buck under me. Her tits swoll up, matching the growing hardness of my cock, and I knew it was time. I pushed the crotch of the devotchka's panties aside and took a peek -- she was practically streaming with juicy cum and her clit was bursting pink and her lips glistened in the dim light.

I bent down and sucked on her clit until she strained against me and came hard. I gave her a minute of mercy before going back and playing with her tits. The devotchka got ready again, so I had her rub her pussy into the pillows again until she was close, and then I took the imitation cock on the bedside table and slipped it in between two of the pillows so she could ride it, rocking madly as she smeared wet juices on the fabric. The sloshing sound of lubed pussy on lubed fabric and the very sight of it all made my cock pulsate and strain even more, but I wanted her to come over and over until I had to force an orgasm out of her, so I resisted the urge to wank.

When she got off, I leaned down between her legs again and sucked her to ecstasy, shoving two of my thick fingers into her at the last minute and thrusting them even after she exploded on my hand, the muscles of her pussy clenching again and again. 

I knew, though, she wasn't done. There was still one left in her and my cock couldn't wait anymore. I hovered over her and rubbed her tits and watched her tits swell a bit and leak pitifully. When I knew she'd come down fully from the last doozy and was ready for the next, I took her with my own cock, shoving it in, really stuffing her up, pushing against her muff until my devotchka glistened and swelled and blushed and moaned with sweet tortuous pleasure and she bucked her hips and asked shamelessly and pathetically to please come with each surging thrust. Again and again I smashed into her pussy, feeling it tighten as the first little squeezes of orgasm started up deep inside her. 

I closed my google-eyes and took it all in: the smack of juices likely trailing by now from her pussy down her ass to the sheets, her moans of fuck me fuck me fuck me oh god and me mumbling out that no god could help her now, the smell of sweat and the acidity of cum and cigarettes building in the room like an angry cloud of lust, the feeling of my cock getting bigger and bigger and stretching this devotchka more and more till my cock surely must be forcing it's way in and tearing anything left between her hips, my feeble attempts at suppressing groans as I knew I couldn't last anymore because I was going to come and come and come.

And I did. First just a little awkward spurt, which made the girlie gasp anyways, but then the full flood of sperm let loose blast after blast, the white liquid popping out of her pussy with more and more intensity until my final thrust.

I pulled out of her, smiling in my foolish ecstasy, and refastened my trousers, leaving the slut to continue sprawling and blushing with cum leaking out of her.



Door 2 Door



Sharon Moore was convinced that her late husband had died from the combined stress and lack of cardiovascular exercise that often happens when a man has a wife who won't share him. She knew that he needed more sex than one woman could give him, and she had failed him in that way. She would always feel guilty about that fact, for having let her previous religiously-based views get in the way of a happier, longer marriage to a truly wonderful man.

He had provided for her and the kids very well, and she had been inconsolable when he died. To make matters worse, Father Boyle had failed to give any kind of real answer. On paper, going to Heaven seems nice enough, but she wanted her husband back down here on Earth!

Now a lonely housewife, who had to work 5 days a week suddenly to pay the bills, had been initiated into swinging by her boss, Dr. Ramon Hernandez (that's another story), and she was determined to free others from the same trap as her old life. 

So, this fine Saturday morning, with the kids still asleep, she was working on the house, since she had little time and energy through the week for that. Her swinging thing was only done when the kids were at Grandma's- so far.

All of the sudden, the doorbell rang. She answered it quickly, abandoning her chores, only to be met by the annoying presence of a Jehovah's Witness. She knew what they were, because she had seen them many times before. 

This was a young man, however, and quite handsome, which she thought a waste, given the fact that he was probably a virgin. Huh, she thought, well perhaps this time I should take action, and ensure that the next time this young man rings my doorbell, it's for a better cause than the local Kingdom Hall.

"Sir,", she answered politely, but irately, "I'm busy doing my chores, and frankly, I don't appreciate the repeated visits, however well-intentioned they may be. However, since you're here, perhaps we can get to know each other better. You're in the neighborhood, so you qualify as a neighbor, and I would like to get better acquainted with you, young man. (She was about a dozen years older than him.)"

"Well, ma'am, I appreciate your hospitality, but I'm here in an official capacity to encourage people to read our literature.", he answered nervously. Clearly, her tendency to wear only a robe and an thong was having an effect on him, zealot though he was. 

His manhood started to show, through his dress pants, and she was impressed at its 9 inches- this fanatic had a porn star's cock! She had to "corrupt" him, she was sure of that fact now!

"Well, sir, I think that I like reading you better- you're a lot more fun! Just look at that cock of yours- what a shame, to let that only go into your wife!", she teased him.

"I don't have a wife.", he anxiously responded.

"So, I'm guessing that you're celibate."

"Yes, ma'am- that's what we're taught to be."

"That's an even bigger waste! You could please any woman with that thing, and you're not even using it! Shame on you!" By now, he was totally self-conscious, embarrassed, and on the defensive. 

She had the psychological edge, and she was going to use it. She simply prevented any more verbal response by planting a soft, gentle, but clearly passionate kiss on his lips. He was stunned, and he did not have a reply to that- he just stood outside the door.

"Well, now, you're letting the wrong air- do come inside, and let me make you more comfortable." He just followed her into the house, and she started to remove her robe, after which she took off her panties.

There she was, buck naked, in front of a Jehovah's Witness, and he was no longer saying a thing to her. He was too paralyzed with confusing emotions and thoughts, which he had suppressed for a long time. Now, they returned to the surface, and he had no way to cope with them.

Now that she had his complete attention, she began to undress him, starting with his shoes, socks, then pants, briefs (how square!), dress shirt, sports coat, and T-shirt. She had him as nude as herself, and she was going to make full use of him. 

She suddenly began to kiss his cock, then lick it from the tip to the base, and she finally put it into her mouth, getting him extremely hard from the new experience- he had never had been blown before, and it was sending all kinds of strange signals to his brain, making him more and more erect. Finally, his penis was fully hard, and she sucked the entire thing, as she had some real experience with fellatio.

He was reeling from the sensory input, and she had to make him sit down, just to keep him from falling down onto the floor. 

She resumed the blowjob, and his brain was starting to force him to the point of ejaculation, but before he could cum inside her mouth, she acted to ensure that he went beyond any return, by getting up, sitting on his lap, and landing her pussy right on top of his cock. She made her target, and his stiff dick was completely inserted into her cunt.

This experience dwarfed even the previous one, and the warm walls of her womanhood embraced his sex, making him feel truly every bit as comfortable as she promised he'd be.

The pussy was tightening around his cock, and the balls were overdue for ejaculation, so after fighting it back a few moments, he let out a groan, and then emptied his sack into her womb. 

That was it- she had him for sure, because he had just lost his virginity, which meant that he was "damaged goods" as far as these prudes were concerned, and if the secret ever got out, it would make it difficult to find the kind of wife he believed himself to desire.

Now, of course, he knew better, but he could not go back- that was the point. She wanted him to be irrevocably liberated, and now he was that.

"Oh, ma'am! You seduced me- you're a Jezebel!"

"Yes, but I'm your Jezebel, sweetheart! Feel free to fuck me whenever I've got free time."

"I can't get a proper wife, now, thanks to you, and what's more, I don't think that I would want one- you've ruined me for marriage!"

"No, my dear- I've simply rescued you from entering the wrong kind of marriage- a long, boring, monotonous marriage, where you're both virgins until your wedding night, you don't know what you're doing, and you're always frustrated by having never found out what others are like in bed- I saved you from that, my young hunk! I'll marry you, if you want to be married, but you've got to agree to 3 things."

"What are they?" He was really uncertain now, and quite nervous.

"First, you've got to take control. I was dominant this time, because you were my student, as it were, and you had to be taught how to get laid. From now on, however, I expect you to learn more things, and gradually, to assume the man's role in our relationship- that is one traditional thing I do like- a strong, dominant male. 

I will demonstrate a little for you, but I expect you to begin to act on your instincts, and assert yourself. That leads to the second condition- we 'share and share alike'! You won't be any good, unless you both observe me fucking guys and girls, and do so yourself.

Also, I figure that if you get plenty on the side, you'll not only get better at sex, and less frustrated, but you'll be less likely to get jealous of my other partners, and I will have them! You'll think more about your own affairs, and less about mine, over time.

Then, there's the 3rd requirement- when my kids get older, you'll do for them, what I've done for you, young man- you'll initiate them! That includes any kids that we might have in our own marriage- when they reach 16- you'll help me teach them sex- hands on! Do you agree to that, my dear?"

"Yes." 

"Good, so what's your name- I need to know the name of my fiance?"

"Abel."

"Well, Abel, we're going to be very happy together- I'm sure! We'll be the truly satisfied couple. I trust you'll move in with me soon, and be a great step-dad to my kids?"

"Yes, Mrs. Moore."

"Call me 'Sharon', please, or if you prefer, use my nickname, the one they've given me at work- 'Sharon Share-Alike' After all, we're engaged."

"Ok, Sharon, but do you really want me to commit incest with your daughters on their 16th birthdays?"

"Yes, my love, because they'll need by then. Now, please, come here, so you can fuck my ass! Yes, I said 'fuck my ass'- I know that's shocking, but it's necessary for both of us, in fact, you'll love it!"

She bent over, spread her butt-cheeks, and urged him to just shove it in, saying, "Some girls will need lubrication, but this one doesn't, baby- I just want your big, fat cock up my ass! Sodomize me, please!"

He was so aroused now, that he just acted on his instinct and did what she requested of him- he pushed his manhood inside her rectum. She squealed a little from the pain, but that only seemed to arouse her, and she was soon thrusting back at him with her ass-cheeks, begging him to fuck her harder still!

The tight, hot hole was too much for him to hold back, and he exploded very quickly this time.

All of that pent-up expectation and desire had its effect, and she received the benefit of liberating him from them.

The next day, he moved in with her, despite the protests of his parents, and he never showed up at Kingdom Hall again, or for visitation. He had been "led astray", as his brothers put it, and he was not about to return to the flock.

She invited him to meet her co-workers the following Monday, but he was not ready for the "after hour function"- an orgy. The same smiling co-workers, most of them hot babes like herself, who had been so properly polite earlier, now let loose and started shagging each other. The whole office was involved by now, led by Sharon's boss, and he watched as the man who signed his fiancee's paychecks gave her something extra.

Ramon, a tall, handsome Latino, grabbed Sharon's dress, lifted the whole thing, and simply entered her doggie-style, without bothering with a condom or any foreplay. Sharon was leaning over the desk, getting her bush whacked, and Abel stood there, watching, until he suddenly felt his zipper going down, the belt unbuckling, and the pants dropping. 

He recognized that tactic, since Sharon had used it. An obviously female mouth closed on his cock, trapping it inside her. He felt her tongue moving over his phallus, and then another going between his ass-cheeks, as they were spreading.

Then, they suddenly stopped, led him to a conference table, laid him down, and took turns straddling him right on the table. The first girl, a blonde, was furiously riding his dick, getting him harder and harder. 

He was close enough to coming as it was, and then her companion, a Japanese lady, sat on his face. This was the woman who had rimmed his ass, and now she was presenting him with hers, along with her pussy, and urging him to eat her out. 

This was again a lot of stimulation for the recently deflowered young man, and he unleashed his sperm into the blonde's pussy. She abruptly got up, bent over, and asked her friend to lick the cum- his cum- out of her cunt!

This, the Japanese woman did ravenously, getting her worked up, and then she just stopped and moved over to him. She mounted his cock, and took it all inside her sex. 

The blonde then replaced her on his face, and he got to taste her entrance and back- door as well. She was every bit as delicious as the Japanese girl, who was now enthusiastically sitting on his penis, and pulling it inside her vagina. 

Meanwhile, Abel could still hear his fiancee scream, as she was now totally nude, and taking on 3 men! Sharon was sucking her boss's cock, while a fat man was underneath her, fucking her pussy, and an athletic-looking man was penetrating her anus.

She was thoroughly enjoying herself, and them, and the feeling was obviously mutual. 

"Abel, darling, they're gang-banging me! Hear them use as their slut, while you fuck their girlfriends! That's right, honey, those are the girlfriends of 2 of the men who are fucking me right now, and you are fucking them- awesome, isn't it?"

He was stunned at this, but he was also very turned on- he was both the cuckold, and the cuckolder! If this was his fiancee's lifestyle, he was definitely interested in it, and he was so glad that she had won that argument!

He let his semen free once more, and he could feel the orgasms of both women, as his cock and tongue brought them off! What's more, he could sense smell the sweat and cum on himself, them, Sharon, and her 3 partners, as they all emptied into her.

She was completely covered with cum, and she was far from the only girl who looked that way today. As he got to see the room again, after the blonde got off his face, he noticed the sheer numbers of naked men and women.

Some were already pointing to him, licking their lips in anticipation of his long, thick cock, and using other non-verbal gestures to indicate their interest, even as the men who had finished fucking Sharon moved on to some other girls. 

This was clearly a free-for-all arrangement, and the women didn't remember or care whose fiance he was, just that he was here, and therefore obviously free to fuck around.

Sharon clearly had advertised to them his sexual availability, and her lack of jealousy. This was just the first group fuck for him, as Sharon winked at him to encourage him not to disappoint the girls. She motioned that she had to go get dressed and pick up the kids from school, but she would be waiting for him, so just go ahead and fuck as much as he liked!

The Japanese girl got pregnant, and the whole office knew who the daddy was, not that her boyfriend, and certainly not Sharon.



Door Number Three



[There is a terrific story by cpete called "Blood From a Turnip" that got me thinking in a certain direction. This story is the result.]



About 5:30 on Sunday evening, Beverly walked in the front door, dropped her purse and keys on the wingback chair, and headed down the hall to the master bedroom. I don't know for sure if she saw me sitting in the den, but it didn't matter. I'd become almost invisible to her over the past few years. 

I walked over and picked up her key ring. I removed the extra keys she had for my Toyota and then opened her purse. I took out her cell phone and billfold. From the billfold, I removed all cash and credit cards and put all the loot into my pocket. Just for good measure, I took her drivers license. Then I went back to my seat in the den. 

In 15 minutes, Bev came back down the hall, dressed up nicely. Seeing me as she put her purse strap over her shoulder and grabbed her keys, she said, "I'm going out with the girls from work. Don't wait up for me."

"No, you're not going out with the girls from work," I retorted.

"Jack, you should know by now that you don't control me. I will do whatever I please."

"I didn't say you couldn't go out with the girls from work. What I said was that you're NOT going out with the girls from work. You're going to go fuck your boyfriend, so don't lie to me anymore."

Beverly stood silently for a few seconds. Then she strode boldly into the den and stood across from me as she delivered her ultimatum. 

"Okay, Jack, so you know. I would have preferred to do this differently, but we might as well get this over with. Jack, you have two options. You can salvage what's left of this marriage by going along with the program, or you can choose to have me divorce you and clean you out. What's it gonna be?"

"Hmmm...I choose...Door Number 3," I replied with a grin.

"Don't be childish. There is no Door Number 3. Either accept it that I have a lover now, a real man for a change, or prepare to suffer the consequences. And I do mean suffer."

I stood and walked to Bev, grabbed her shoulders, and pressed her against the wall. I wiggled her engagement and wedding rings off her left hand. With my nose bare inches from her face, and a dead look in my eyes, I whispered to her.

"Oh, there's a Door Number 3 alright. It's right over there. It's my front door, and when you walk through it, it will be for the last time. You leave with the clothes on your back, and you never cross the threshold again. You don't get a dime more of my money. You will lose your husband, your daughter, your house, your money, your car, and your job, eventually."

"You live in a fantasy world, Jack," she mumbled nervously. "My lawyer will tear you to pieces. I'm having the divorce papers served to you at work tomorrow. If you hurt me, you will suffer that much more."

I pulled her shoulders away from the wall and frog-marched her to the front door, stumbling in her high heels. She was yelling incoherently as I shoved her out the door. Bev was barely able to maintain her balance, and her cool was entirely gone. In our entire marriage, I had never laid a hand on her, and she didn't know how to react. Standing in the front yard, she began to reassert herself, at which point I closed the door and engaged the new locks.

+++++++++++++++++

As Bev was driving away, I made the first of two calls. I dialed my 19 year old daughter at college.

"Honey, this is your dad. Things have finally come to a head with your mother. She is probably going to be living with her boyfriend, and I wanted to be the first to talk to you. I want you to know that I have our last conversation recorded, along with hours and hours of previous arguments. They are available for you to hear, so please remember that you have access to the truth when she tries to twist things around and blame me. And she will do that.

"Sweetheart, the truth is your mother is an adulteress. I don't know how many times she has been with other men, but this time, she has found one she is willing to throw our family away for. As I will explain to you soon, that probably means that he is a fairly dangerous person, so be very careful in your dealings with your mom." 

I went on to ask Patty if she could come home on the weekend so that we could talk and she could listen to recordings if she cared to. Patty agreed to drive home on Friday afternoon.

My next call was to Martha, our neighbor at the end of the block. Martha was a war widow, in her mid 30s.

"Martha, this is Jack. If the offer is still open, I'd like to take you up on it. Can you come over in an hour or so?"

+++++++++++++++++

I hate long drawn out histories of troubled marriages, so I'll make this one fairly short. Bev and I met and married in our early 20s, and we produced one daughter, Patty. Things were fine for a couple of years, but the 'new' seemed to wear off for Bev pretty quickly. As things went along, she became shrewish in the worst ways. She turned into a complainer, a manipulator, and a taskmaster. I did my best to hold my tongue and make things better for her, but it seems that the more I tried, the worse it got. Indeed, I believe now that I contributed to my own misery by trying to placate Bev all those years. I wish now that I had done things differently and taken control of her and the situation early on.

So now, in our mid-40s, things had gone completely off the rails. When I got suspicious of Bev and did a bit of investigation, I found out about her boyfriend pretty quickly, and the results were startling. She had taken up with a bulked up ex-con with a reputation for violence against women. I don't think that Bev knew it initially, but her 'lover' had at least 2 other women on the hook when Bev came along. The guy's name is Sylvester, of all things, and he is of course known as Sly. I was floored when I found out about him, but in a way, it also made perfect sense to me. 

So when I knew the marriage was really over, a great relief swept over me, and I began planning. I've read stories where the wronged husband takes half the money. Not me. I took every goddamned penny I could lay my hands on, including whatever cash I could find around the house. I changed the locks, of course, and I had plans to aggravate Bev as much as possible in a very short amount of time. You see, my marriage had taught me a lot about how she reacts, and I planned to use her temper against her. She was a dangerous woman in many ways, but this time, she would be a danger to herself, too.

My planning actually began long before I found out about her 'lover' and the end came. For a couple of years, I had been recording us whenever we had an argument. She thought the device I always had with me was a simple MP3 player, but in fact, I was creating a library of her antics for documentation. I knew that no one would believe my stories unless I had proof, since she only abused me in that way when we were alone. Around other folks, including our daughter, she was nice as pie. I wanted to be able to 'out' her to everyone, including all friends and family.

+++++++++++++++++

On the Monday after our Sunday confrontation, I set up for a party in the company break room. Overhead was a large banner reading, "HAPPY DIVORCE!" I had cake and ice cream ready and anxiously awaited the arrival of the process server. Lucky me, it turned out to be a plump young woman doing the dirty work. 

Lots of pictures were taken as my co-workers and I celebrated the serving of divorce papers. I had my picture taken accepting the papers and kissing the server on the cheek. She was wearing a party hat at the time. Another showed me putting a fork full of cake into her mouth, both of us smiling.

When the party was over, I emailed the pictures to Bev. Along with those of the party, I sent a couple of myself and Martha, my neighbor, in my bed with the sheets pulled up to our necks and big smiles on our faces. I hoped that Bev would notice her wedding rings on Martha's left hand as it rested on my chest. 

In an hour, I got an angry call. 

"You son-of-a-bitch! My lawyer will have you for lunch with these pictures. What a dumb-ass you are!"

"Not likely, Bev. There is nothing obscene or incriminating in those shots. No nudity. Just two neighbors pulling a prank. Just joke pics, is all."

"We'll see about that. Jack, I'm coming by the house tonight to get some of my things. I think it would be better if you weren't there."

"If I'm not there, you won't be able to get in. All the locks have been changed. If you want anything, you have to get there well before 6:45. Martha and I have a date at 7PM, and I sure as hell don't wanna be late. Last night I got the best pussy I've ever had, and there's more on the way tonight." Then I hung up and didn't answer when she called back 5 times.

(Although I didn't take all her calls from then on, I did listen to all the messages, unlike other guys I read about in similar circumstances. There was a good chance Bev would say something incriminating or give away a secret inadvertently when she made an angry call. In fact, she did reveal herself several times in the coming weeks.)

At 4:30 that afternoon, I took a ride to the parking lot at Bev's work. I wanted to get there before folks started coming out to go home. I had made sure there was no surveillance on the lot, and what I had to do would take under a minute. I pulled in next to Bev's car and slipped around it clipping the valve stems on all her tires with a wire cutter. Oh, yeah. She'd be pissed. Plus, she'd never get it fixed in time to get to the house before 6:45.

But it was about 6:35 when she showed up. She had apparently taken a ride with someone, so I knew she was pretty desperate to get into the house. After all, I had seen receipts for clothes she'd bought that I knew she hadn't brought home, so she had to have plenty of clothing at her lover's house. She must want something else.

I slipped out the back door and hustled down to Martha's house, leaving Bev beating on the front door and screaming. When I returned that evening, my front door window was destroyed and there was blood all around it. After viewing the surveillance video from the front porch, I called the police.

The video showed Bev beating in the window with a tire iron, apparently gotten from her friend's car. You could plainly hear her threatening to kill me as she broke the glass and reached inside. Unluckily for her, the deadbolt I had installed was the kind that requires a key to open either side. When she pulled her arm back through, she sliced up her forearm pretty good, which prompted another round of screaming and threats from her.

I reported the incident to the police immediately, and one of the officers kindly led me through the process of filing for protection. By the next morning, Bev was served papers prohibiting her from coming within 500 feet of me or our house. To say she was pissed off would be putting it mildly. 

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, ASSHOLE?" That's how her next phone call began. She was livid and threatened me again. I got the entire conversation recorded, unbeknownst to her.

Hours later, after she'd calmed down somewhat, she called again. She said she was sending her friend Lindsey over that evening to collect some of her stuff. 

"What is she so desperate to have from the house?" I thought. So, I agreed to receive Lindsey at 5:30 that Tuesday evening. I left work a bit early so that I could set up a video camera in my bedroom, with a monitor in the middle bedroom.

+++++++++++++++++

Lindsey arrived on time, and I was extremely cordial. I sat on the bed as she loaded some clothes in 2 black plastic trash bags. Lindsey looked at me nervously, and then asked if I'd get her some water from the kitchen. I smiled and walked into the middle bedroom.

As soon as I looked at the monitor, I saw Lindsey sneak a shoe box from the closet into the bag nearest her. Then she went back to selecting clothes. I quickly grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen and went back to the bedroom.

"I think this'll do it," she said. "Would you grab that bag and I'll take this one."

"Oh, that one looks heavier, Lindsey. Let me take it."

"Uh, no, we're fine. Just grab the other one, okay?"

"Is there something in that one I should know about, Lindsey?" I asked, as she started to fidget and drag her bag toward the door. I held her wrist and pulled the bag open.

"It's just clothes and stuff Bev needs," she said anxiously.

"You're a particularly bad liar, Lin. What's in this box I'm feeling down in here? You wanna tell me about this?" I pulled the shoe box out and opened it. The box was packed with bundles of 50 and 100 dollar bills, all used looking.

"Lindsey, you're trying to steal from me!" I stood and pulled her arm behind her, marching her toward the door and down the hall.

"Jack, that's Bev's money. She sent me here to get it. I'm not stealing anything!"

"Well, you came in my house to get clothes, and I catch you walking out with a box of money. I call that stealing. I didn't see Beverly's name on that box. You're a thief, Lindsey. I'm going to call the cops! Right now!"

"No, Jack! Don't do that! I can't go to jail. I have kids and a husband, for christ's sake!"

I sat Lindsey down on the couch and got right in her face.

"Lindsey, you're not welcome in this house ever again. I thought you were my friend, too, but now I know you're a thief!"

She pleaded with me some more, and she began to cry.

"If you want to redeem yourself, you have one chance. You will leave this house and report to Bev that I caught you stealing. Then, you will report in to me everything that you hear or see. Especially anything related to our divorce or her activities with Sly. You won't let her know anything about our arrangement. Bev is making a really bad decision taking up with this loser, and you will ultimately be helping her to get away from him if you cooperate with me. And Lindsey, I have the whole episode on video, and I can call the cops at any time." 

Lindsey reluctantly agreed to be my mole. As soon as she was gone, I took the box of money and went to Martha's house down the block. She agreed to hold it for me until I could get it safely tucked away where Bev could never find it. 

I knew where the money had likely come from. Bev's Aunt Mabel had been a notorious miser, and when she died a few months back, Bev had been her only heir. I knew that her aunt had left a small cabin in a rural area to her, but nothing was ever said about money. Apparently, when Bev inspected the cabin, after the will was read, she'd found her aunt's cash stashed there. 

When my slut of a wife called, screaming, I recorded the conversation, but I was careful about what I said.

"That money is mine, Jack! I want my damned money!"

"Bev, I don't know what you're talking about. I caught Lindsey trying to steal cash from my bedside table. That's my money."

"You know damned well what I'm talking about. The money in the shoe box, and it's mine. It's from Aunt Mabel. I inherited it."

"Well, maybe Lindsey did find some money in a shoe box. But if she did, she must have taken it with her and kept it. I don't have it. Maybe Lindsey stole it from you. And, if you had some money here that I didn't know about, then you didn't report it on your taxes last year. I know, since I read over and signed the tax returns. You can call the police to come investigate, and then we'll let the IRS know that this money, if it exists, didn't get reported."

She slammed the phone down.

+++++++++++++++++

There would be some sort of retribution. I knew it. I'd pushed Bev's buttons too hard for there not to be. She couldn't afford to be caught near the house, due to the restraining order. Since I'd started by sabotaging her car, I thought she might try to get back at me through my car. So, I had a camera installed on the dashboard, but that wasn't enough. I wanted good shots of her doing the deed, if that was the route she decided to take. So, when I parked in the parking garage on Wednesday morning, I set up a camera outside the car, shielded from view. This camera transmitted video that I could monitor at my desk. 

An hour before lunchtime, I watched the laptop as Bev parked her car behind mine, got out, and began pounding my car with a hammer. She broke every window and dented every fender. I winced a bit as the camera caught her smashing the windshield and screaming, "I'm gonna bash in your head!" 

I dialed 911 and had a cop car waiting for her as she emerged from the parking garage. When I showed them the video and my wrecked Toyota, they cuffed Bev and took her to jail. It was apparent that she'd done enough damage to qualify for a felony. The resisting arrest charge was gravy. She turned to look at me with a pleading look as they took her away, and I just stared at her.

+++++++++++++++++

Bev's divorce lawyer had called me on Wednesday to let me know there was a hearing before a magistrate on access to the money I'd liberated from our joint accounts. It was scheduled for Thursday at 10AM. I was in the small court room at 9:50, wondering if Bev had made bail. She came in with her lawyer right on time, a smug look on her face. 

Bev's lawyer addressed the judge.

"Your honor, my client has been cut off from the bank accounts she has shared with her husband. He unlawfully removed all the money after she filed for divorce. We are asking the court for a 50-50 split at this time."

"Mr. Reynolds, do you have anything to say?"

"Yes, your honor. My adulterous wife has ample funds of her own that she has been siphoning off from our joint accounts for months. The money I removed was reasonable compensation, since I am responsible for house payments and bills. She abandoned our marriage and moved in with the man she is cheating on me with."

Bev stood up. "That's a lie! He took all the money out of our savings and checking. He didn't leave me a dime. I don't have anything!"

Bev's lawyer took her arm and pull her back into her seat. They had a bit of a conference while I passed paperwork to the judge.

"Your Honor, these are banking records for the past year. You'll note the amounts up until a few months ago include Bev's paychecks, shown in yellow highlight. Also, there are periodic bonuses, shown in orange highlight. Then, about 6 months ago, her checks stopped being deposited in the joint account, and her bonuses also disappeared. I have a recording of my chat with her personnel office, if you care to hear it, that verifies her direct deposit was altered at that time. The total amount diverted from our joint account is in the thousands of dollars, Your Honor. So clearly, my adulterous wife has ample funds, all stolen from our marriage."

His Honor looked at the bank statements and then looked over his specs at Beverly. "Do you have anything to say about this, Ms. Reynolds?"

Bev's lawyer slowly rose and spoke. "Your Honor, the fact that my client may have some funds of her own does not free Mr. Reynolds of responsibility to give her her due."

"Well, counselor, I don't like it when people lie to me. Ms. Reynolds stated that she was destitute, which I knew was bull when she walzed in here with a pricey fellow like you in tow. Now we see that she is amply funded by money that should have been community property, and she tried to deceive both her husband and the court about that fact. As Mr. Reynolds is paying the bills out of his funds, I see no reason to change any financial arrangements at this time. When the divorce settlement is finalized, the assets will be declared and divided accordingly. Case dismissed."

Bev caught me in the hallway as I was leaving. I began recording as she spoke.

"I'll get you, you bastard! I'm gonna tear you down!"




Door Number Three



"Bev, you're not supposed to be within 500 feet of me. I'll call the cops if you don't move. By the way, how did you like jail? You ready to spend a lot more time there? You've got a felony charge pending." 

I could tell she wanted to take a swing at me, but I just kept moving down the hall toward the door, and she stood there with her fist balled up and her face contorted and red.

+++++++++++++++++

That evening, I went to a local bar. Not my usual hangout, but it was a place I'd met an interesting guy a month earlier. The reason the fellow was interesting was that he had a crappy car. Luckily, Zeke was there, at his usual bar stool.

"Hey, man, I remember you. What's your name again?"

"Not important, Zeke. Hey, do you still have that piece-of-shit car?"

"Oh, god yes. I hate that thing. The wife took the good one when she ran off with that creep in a suit. Now the A/C is out on it, and I'm dying in this heat. Nobody will buy it, and it's the only way I have to get around. She took all the money, and my credit is bad."

"Do you have your insurance paid up on it? If you do, I might be able to help you unload it and get something better."

"I'm all ears, Bro."

"Suppose you were driving down, say, 38th Street and a grey cat suddenly ran out in front of you. You naturally slam on the brakes. And say a lady was following you too close and crashed into the back of your dog ass car. At anything over 15 miles an hour, you'd be totaled. If you had your head braced against the headrest and your seat belt on, you'd be okay physically. Insurance would cover your loss, and you could at least get a vehicle with A/C."

"Yeah, but what if the person who hit me got hurt. I couldn't do that to some poor schnook."

"Well, I could guarantee you that the person would be a cheating bitch of a wife, with no one else in the car, if you were to follow my instructions. What would you say to that?"

"Oh, man, that would be great! I hate cheating bitches, and I sure need to unload this wreck of a car."

"Park at the corner of 38th and Lessing by 5PM tomorrow. Look to your left and when you see a blue Miata pull out of the parking lot and head your way, get in front of her. She's a tailgating bitch, so drive a block or so until she's on your ass. Then you 'see' the cat crossing the road, so brace and hit your brakes hard. Just stay in the car afterwards, dial 911, and tell the EMS boys you think you might have whiplash. And by the way, I never met you. I'll never be in this bar again, and we don't know each other."

"Man, you're cold."

"Not as cold as the A/C in your new ride."

+++++++++++++++++

I left work early on Friday to meet my daughter at home. She had finished her classes and hurried back to town, as we had arranged on Sunday night. We talked for awhile about the divorce situation, and I played her the recording of her mother and me and our 'Door Number 3' conversation. Patty was appalled to hear the ruthless tone of her mother and the demands she made. Then I played Patty a selection of the recordings I'd made over the previous 2 years, and she heard a side of Bev that she didn't realize existed.

"What do you know about this guy she's with, Dad?"

"I know he's bad news, and I want you to stay away from him. If you have to meet your mom, make sure you're in a public place with people around. I don't know what he might do to you to try and get to me. In any case, always protect yourself if there's any chance he might be around."

"Dad, I knew you and Mom had some problems, but I never realized just how bad things were. What the hell happened to you guys?"

It was a question I was ready for, and I launched into a long monologue explaining my view of things. Here is a slightly shorter version.

"Patty, the way I understand it now, your mother and I had radically different ideas about the way a marriage should work. I've done a lot of thinking about it, and I have a theory. Someone has probably already considered what I'm going to explain to you and written it all down in a book, but this is an idea I came up with on my own.

"There are 4 basic ways that authority can be distributed in a relationship. There is the case where neither party takes control, in which case, things just drift like a ship without a rudder. 

"It can also happen that both people assume responsibility. In that case, maybe they constantly fight over who's in charge, or maybe they divide things up so that each person has control over some aspects of the relationship. Maybe they are even able to share responsibility equally. That's the way I came into the relationship expecting things to be. It didn't turn out that way.

"Another way it can go is that the man is in charge. This way can work under certain conditions. I know we think of paternalistic relationships as abusive and demeaning to women these days, but if the man is totally devoted to his wife, it can be like Snow White and Prince Charming. It can be a fabulous life for a wife with the right temperament. She will live without the worry of making hard choices, assured that her man will always take care of her.

"Or, it can be like your maternal grandparents. You know how Granny was always meek as a mouse and your grandfather was heavy-handed, bossy, and occasionally cruel? That's what your mom saw growing up, and I think now that's what she expected in our relationship. So, when I tried to share the top spot with her, she began to see me as weak. The more I catered to her, the more she disrespected me.

"That brings me to the last possibility: the 'wife dominant' relationship. I think your mom decided to be the boss when I failed to live up to her 'cave man' image. She became abusive toward me. She decided what projects were going to be done, and they had best be done to her satisfaction. I can't tell you the number of times she put me on a project and then stood there dictating exactly how I was to do it. It's about the same as the number of projects that never got finished, because I could not stand to be made to feel like an abused employee in my own house. She would literally tell me how I needed to hold my hammer or screwdriver while I was building or fixing something. It was totally micromanaging and intolerable. 

"You see, when the wife is dominant, there is something that goes against human nature in most cases. I don't see how that type of power distribution can ever work. A husband can be dominant and retain love and affection for his wife, but a wife loses respect for any man she dominates. I think that's what happen to us. When I began to realize how things were going and fight back, Beverly did not view me as taking charge. By that time, she had me pegged as a wimp, and when I refused to allow her to boss me, she just saw me as a recalcitrant child. I could never regain her respect. I think this divorce process is my last chance to get her respect, so you will understand my actions when you see how hard I have to make it on her.

"Patty, soon you will find someone to take as your life partner. When you work out things like decisions about having children, what work to do, and where to live, work out how you're going to exercise authority. Be sure you and your mate know what to expect, and be sure there will be mutual respect. Otherwise, you'll both be miserable, and you may well wind up in the situation Bev and I are in."

"I will, Dad. I promise."

A little later, the phone rang.

"Mr. Reynolds, this is Memorial Hospital. Your wife has been in a car wreck. She's stable and not injured too badly, but she will be with us at least overnight."

Patty and I drove to the hospital and I let her go into the room first. Patty didn't stay long, and I asked to talk to Bev alone when she came out, looking grim. I suspected there had been harsh words from Patty.

"Gee, you look like crap, Bev," I said with a slight grin. "What a shitty week for you, huh? First, you lose your marriage, husband, and house. Then you get served with a restraining order, and then arrested for a felony. Then you lose out on some money you'd counted on. Now your car is wrecked and you're in the hospital with a broken wrist and your face blasted by the airbag. I think this divorce is working out much better for me. I've even got great pussy waiting for me anytime I want it."

"Fuck you," she replied.

"Hey Bev. Where's old Sly? He didn't come to visit yet? No worries. He's probably fucking one of his other women right now." She blanched. "You probably didn't know about the others when you started all this, did you? Looks like you know now. Wonder how long it'll be before he wants you to service one of them? I never thought of you as a rug muncher, but it's probably a good skill to learn, seeing as how you'll need it in jail."

"I'm not going to jail. My lawyer will get those bogus charges dropped."

"Really? Because when I talked to that DA, he indicated he was going to throw the book at you. He's got photographic evidence, and he has an election coming up. He wants to look really tough on crime about now. I think he'll ask for the max."

She just sat there, staring.

"Hey, what car insurance company did you decide to go with?" I asked.

"Car insurance? Whattaya mean? We have the same old..."

"You mean you didn't get covered this week? When you filed on me, I dropped your car from the insurance. Surely you knew that? I mean, you demanded that your Miata have only your name on the title, so it is your responsibility. 

"Honey, if you didn't get coverage this week, you're really fucked. You'll have a couple of tickets to pay, towing charges, and 3 years of payments to make. You might not be able to afford another vehicle, and that Miata will be sitting in the back corner of some junk yard for eternity, while you're still paying for it. 

"But you might not need another car, since you won't have a job after you get convicted of a felony. Plus, the guy you hit may have medical bills and his insurance company is gonna come after you for damages. Holy shit. But at least you have your health care covered, right?"

"...I'm on your..."

"No, no. I dropped you off my health insurance on Monday. You didn't get that changed, either? Baby, are you screwed! Ambulance ride, emergency room visit, X-rays, doctors, that cast on your right arm, a hospital stay, after-care. That'll be thousands and thousands of dollars.

"Hey, speaking of medical, I was thinking the other day about that time you got sick a couple of years ago. Remember? I took a week of vacation time to take care of you. I held your head while you puked, and I clean everything up when you didn't quite make it to the bathroom. I called the doctor and went to the pharmacy to get you some medicine. When you were better in a week, you went right back to ragging me and calling me childish. I wonder how well ol' Sly will take care of you the next time you get sick.

"Well, I gotta go. Give Sly a call when you think he's through fucking his other whore. Have a nice life!"

Beverly just sat there crying as I left. I didn't care.

+++++++++++++++++

After that, things went along without much happening for awhile. I checked in with Lindsey from time to time. She was becoming alarmed by the hold Sly had over Bev, and in time, Lindsey drifted away from her. 

Then one evening as I got home and walked toward my front door, I was tackled on the lawn. I'd been pretty cautious about possible attacks, but I didn't see this one coming. The guy, who was wearing a ski mask, knocked the wind out of me and twisted my arm behind my back. He yelled in my ear that I had to give him the shoebox of money and tell the DA to drop the charges. It was obviously Sly, and I wasn't in much of a position to defend myself. However, I still had my car clicker in my hand, so I punched the panic button and the alarm started going off. Sly got mad and clocked me on the back of my head. Then he got up and walked away fast as lights started coming on on neighbors' front porches and people began to peek out. I yelled to call 911, and in a few minutes, a cop showed up. I wasn't hurt badly enough for an EMS ride, and Sly was long gone. None of my neighbors said they could identify him, so he got away with the assault. 

A worse shock happened when I called my daughter and told her about it the next day.

"Dad, I didn't want to tell you, but I had a run-in with Sly, too. Mom called me to talk. I told her we could talk, but away from the apartment. She asked me to pick her up, but when I got there, she pulled me in to sit on her couch. Then Sly came out and started talking to me. He said that since Mom couldn't perform very well in bed with her injuries, I had to take up the slack. He said she owed him, and that I was payment. I looked at her and she just looked at the floor and didn't say anything. 

"Sly said, 'Tell her to do it'. Mom looked up at me and said, 'Please, baby. Go along with him. It won't be so bad, and I really need you to do this for me.' 

"Then he came up to me and grabbed my wrist to make me get up. He said we were going to the bedroom. My right hand was on the pepper spray in my purse, and as he pulled me up, I hit him with it in the face. He screamed and grabbed his face, and I got my purse and tried to pull Mom out the door, but she pulled away and went to him. I yelled at her to come on, but she was helping him into the bathroom, so I left. I can't believe my own Mom tried to pimp me out to that bastard! I don't know if I could ever forgive her for that."

I was boiling, as any father would be. I thought about the Beretta Cheetah in the bedroom and almost went to get it. My daughter calmed me down after awhile, saying she hadn't gotten hurt, and to think about the future. I made Patty promise to stay at school until the trial was over and to always have protection with her. She said she'd only go out with other students and never get herself caught alone, so I gradually got myself under control.

+++++++++++++++++

Sly had told me to talk to the DA, but he didn't expect me to have the conversation I actually had. I played the recording of my daughter and her story about Sly, and reminded him that Sly had attacked me. The DA asked if I wanted to lighten up on Bev, or maybe drop the charges.

"Absolutely not! I want you to ask for the max! Bev is under the control of this snake, and the only way I can see to help her is to get her away from him. A few months in jail might straighten her out."

The DA agreed, and the trial moved forward. 

+++++++++++++++++

I felt pretty secure at home and at work, but there were times when I was vulnerable. When I was going to or from the parking garage, I was open to attack. But I was most wary on my drives to and from work. Our house is located in a subdivision some 10 miles down a ranch road. For a 15 mile stretch, it's the only turn off from that road. The only other thing out there is a series of large ranches with locked gates. So, I was very conscious of the other traffic on that long drive home. I carried the Beretta in the car with me constantly.

One evening, a few days before Bev's trial was to begin, I saw the pickup's headlights behind me, about 2 miles down the road to home, and my skin began to feel prickly. Soon, I had him 20 feet from my back bumper, doing 55 mph. I punched 911 on my phone and the record button on my little recorder. As I eased my speed up to 70, the pickup stayed with me. I gave a running commentary to the 911 operator, asking her to call the detective who investigated my beating. 

The pickup kept up the pressure for another 5 miles as I frantically told the operator what was happening. The pistol was out on the seat beside me, and I eased off the safety. I realized that there was a bridge ahead, over a small creek bed, with old-fashioned concrete abutments. I guessed that Sly, or whoever was driving the truck, would make his move to force me off the road there.

With a hundred yards to go before the bridge, the pickup accelerated around me, and I knew he would try to edge me off the road. I caught a glimpse of Bev's face in the passenger seat of the pickup as it came abreast. I hit the brakes hard enough to go into a slide, but as it turned out, not so hard that I lost control. The truck pulled in front of me, but he missed my front bumper due to my braking. 

My car wound up sideways on the shoulder, the rear on the slope down to the creek bed. I scrambled out, grabbing the pistol, my phone, and the recorder, and headed down the steep gravel slope and under the bridge. As I headed down, I saw the brake lights on the pickup go on. 

I stumbled in the dark, feeling my way under the bridge. This was a great way to meet a rattler, resting on the warm ground. But that was not the snake I was worried about at the time. I was breathing hard and trying to find the safest spot to hide. At last, I stopped and chambered a round in the Beretta. I waited, but I heard nothing for awhile. 

The cell phone connection to 911 got dropped. I tried to re-dial in the dark, but being under the bridge was not the best place to get a signal. I was stuck, and I had no idea if help was on the way. At least, I wasn't hearing the growl of that pickup above.

I wasn't about to move. I told myself I'd spend the night there if I needed to. It seemed to take forever, but it was probably only 5 or 10 minutes until I heard the siren in the distance, coming from the same direction as I had. If they were that far behind, they'd never catch the pickup.

The cop car apparently stopped when they saw my car on the shoulder, and I began to head back up the slope, leaving the Beretta under the bridge. I held up my hands and asked them not to shoot. As I got near the road, I saw that there were 2 cars, and they were arranged across the road, blocking both lanes. About the same time, I heard sirens coming the other direction, and saw the pickup coming back toward the bridge. I hit the dirt.

From the ground, I couldn't see much, but I heard the pickup screech to a halt and the officers call to the driver to get out and get on the ground. The other cop cars, trailing the pickup, stopped behind it.

Soon, it was over. Bev and Sly the Snake were in custody, charged with attempted murder. I was rattled, but I went home, took a shower, and tried in vain to sleep.

+++++++++++++++++

When your spouse is arraigned on several felony counts, divorce seems to go very easily. I got lots of sympathy from the judge, and no resistance from Bev or her frazzled lawyer. 

Bev was frantic to spend as little time in jail as possible. She offered, through her lawyer, to give me basically everything in the divorce for any help I could provide in reducing her sentence. During the sentencing hearing, I testified that she had been a good wife and mother until she'd come under the influence of Sly. I told the judge that, in time, I could forgive her for trying to kill me. I failed to mention that she'd almost surely cheated on my with other men and had made my life hell for years. I couldn't read her expression in the court room, and I never talked to her directly during that time.

In the end, Sly went to prison for a long time. It was not his first offense. I heartily hope he's roommates with a large, sweaty man named Bubba who thinks his ass is cute as candy. 

The judge was kinder to Bev, but it would be at least 3 years until she was up for parole.

+++++++++++++++++

So, it's been about 4 years since Bev got put away. I heard from the DA's office that she was out on parole about a year ago. I kept waiting to hear from her. I know that she's not in contact with Patty, either. 

Revenge is great and all, but not as great as resolution. I found that I could not help thinking about all that had happened, and so I did something I would not have anticipated. I looked up my ex-wife.




Door Number Three



"Bev, this is Jack. I have something of yours, and I want to give it back." I was calling the halfway house where Bev now resided. For several seconds, I didn't know if she'd heard me. There was no response.

"Beverly, I have a shoe box to give you. Do you hear me? Can we meet someplace so I can return it?"

I thought she might hang up, but eventually she spoke. "Where? When?"

"I don't care. We can meet somewhere neutral, like a restaurant, or you can come by the house. Whatever you want. On Sunday, maybe. You available on Sunday?"

She was silent some more. "I'll be by on Sunday at 2 o'clock." The phone went dead.

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How do you go about getting ready for a meeting with your ex-wife, the mother of your child, the woman who tried to kill you, and a convicted felon? I made lemonade and cookies and dressed casual.

I opened the door for Bev, and there was no attempt by either of us to even shake hands, much less hug. We just said 'hello' and I motioned her into the den.

Her hair was much shorter than before, and her look was hard. Not much makeup, if any. She was now a woman of 50, and she looked every bit of it.

On the coffee table were drinks, cookies, and the shoe box. She sat opposite the couch and I offered her refreshments, which she declined. Did she suspect I'd try to poison her?

"Okay, if you don't want lemonade and cookies, I guess the only other thing is the shoe box, and anything we might have to say to each other."

"What's the catch, Jack? What do you want in return? Is there anything left in it?" She was still very suspicious of me.

"No catch, Bev. It's all there, except for a few thousand I put with some of my money and gave to Patty when she got married, for a down payment on her home. If you want, she will gladly start paying you that money back anytime you like."

From Bev's face, I could tell that she didn't know Patty was married.

"Patty's married for 2 years now, and you're a grandmother."

I could see the strain in her eyes, and I knew she was fighting back emotion.

"The little girl's name is Shannon Beverly Evans. Shannon is the name of her other grandmother." 

Bev's eyes were filling up now, despite her best efforts.

"Bev, I know you haven't been in contact with Patty for some time. There is a path for you two to make connections again. If you'd like, I can pave the way for you..."

Beverly nodded, and the tears were now running down her cheek. I reached to the side table for a box of tissues, which I placed on the coffee table. 

"So, I'll give you a short version of what's happened with me, unless you plan to leave right away?" She was wiping her cheek and trying to compose herself.

"Patty found a great guy. Stan Evans. He's into computers and networks. They seem to really work well together. She is a great mom, and they are so devoted to each other. 

"Martha and I didn't last but a few months. She's too young for me, and she just needed me temporarily until she could get on with her life. She found another soldier, and she moved away. I date some, but I break things off if it looks like a relationship is beginning. I'm better off by myself. I'll stay single.

There was silence for a bit.

"I'm going to say some things now that are strictly for my benefit, but you might get something out of them. I hope you do. 

"I couldn't wait to see you in jail. I hated you and pictured you dead many times. And then when they locked you up, my feelings began to change. I found that I couldn't enjoy my victory, if that's what it was. 

"So, I quit hating you. Even though you didn't ask me to, I forgave you. The reason is that I know you're not 100% to blame. I failed to understand you until it was too late, and we never could communicate with each other. We only fought."

Beverly had regained her composure and looked up from the floor. Her hard edge was back. Still, she didn't speak.

"That's really about it. Short and sweet. Unless you have things to say to me, and if you don't care for refreshments, I won't keep you any longer. You probably have important stuff to do."

She stood and picked up the box. As she headed toward the front door, for the first time since I pushed her out years before, I called to her.

"It doesn't make any difference now, and you don't need to answer unless you want to. But I'm wondering. All that time we were together, and especially that last day you were here, it was obvious that you saw me as weak. Do you still think I'm weak, Bev?"

She stopped, one hand on the door knob, and looked back at me.

"I hate you. You're cruel, and you destroyed my life." She paused. "But I don't think you're weak." 

And then she was gone.




[Author's note: I write this stuff for my own amusement, and I don't care a thing about how many points a story gets. I also don't read comments, as most of them only prove the sorry state of literacy and rational thought in society today.]



Door Prizes



Myra Bakewell walked up silently behind her daughter at breakfast and sniffed. She shook her head sadly and then came around into view. "Darla, you had sex with the young man but you're not smiling this morning. Not as good as it should be?"

The teenager was aghast. "I—I don't know what you're talking about. We just . . ."

"Darla, when a woman has had sex she gives off a perfume that some other people can smell. Since you didn't shower this morning you do, and I can so I know you did. Now stop being silly." She took out two coffee mugs and filled them, sliding one to the girl.

Darla accepted the mug with a rueful look. She sighed and replied, "I—alright. We fooled around and I got excited and then he came before I could. So you're right, it wasn't as good as it is supposed to be. It never is."

Myra gave her daughter's arm a comforting pat. "Poor baby. You have all the attributes of an easy woman but the enjoyment."

"I'm not a slut!"

"I didn't say you were a slut; I said you were easy, like I am." The mother's face curled up in a wry grin. "But the first difference between us is that I cheerfully accept and enjoy the fact and you still have issues. Another is that you fumble around in the back seats with boys and I take pleasure in the arms of men. Experience and practice make such a difference, Darla."

Darla almost spewed her coffee across the breakfast bar. "Men? As in plural of man? Mother, does—does Daddy know?"

"Of course. We're totally open about it with each other. Besides, all my lovers are long time friends of ours, just as their wives are his. But not swingers, sweetie, call it an extended family, a group marriage. No strangers need apply." She made a face into her cup and reached for the sweetener.

Darla kept drinking as she tried to come up with a response. Thinking about it, the idea wasn't terribly hard to imagine. Her mother at forty-two was 'a fine figure of a woman' and her lean, fit father started each morning with a 10K run in the dark before showering and leaving for work. That term 'long time friends' brought to mind a picture of a group of unusually attractive people in their comfortable suburb who were all offspring of the Summer of Love Generation, so she had no real reason to disbelieve the story. But this was her mother.

"I'm shocked."

"Don't be." Myra sipped her coffee again and nodded to herself placidly.

"So, if my problem is that neither I nor my dates have enough experience to have good sex are you suggesting I should go looking for a—a sugar daddy?" There was just the slightest hint of a curl in Darla's lower lip.

Myra laughed out loud. "I'm not sure you meant that seriously but—well, my teenage years were the same sad story you're living. By the time I got to college I was about ready to give up on men completely. I tried flirting around with other girls without any luck until I found myself in bed with one of my professors. She was wonderful. It was the first time I'd been able to climax during sex. To make a long story short, I fell totally in love, mad mooncalf love. I had all sorts of daydreams about moving in with her and being her bride forever until the day she invited me home for dinner and I found out she'd been happily married for twenty-five years and had children of her own in college. But Esther and Paul were not only kind to me; they were affectionate and loving. The next fall I moved in with them instead of the dorms and the first night they pulled me into their bedroom for a three-way. They put me in the middle and—well, it was a night to remember. I learned a lot from both of them over the next three years and then after I graduated I went to work for Raytheon, met and married your father and the next thing I knew you arrived."

"So, where do I go to find my own Paul and Esther?"

"Funny that you should ask."

*****

Monty sat in the breakfast nook nursing a mug. Frank had told to the barber to reshape his shaggy mop into something more 'romantic and soft—maybe a little vulnerable'. That was followed by a trip to a spa's tanning beds and hot, wet compresses intended to clear up any and all blemishes before the party started. The experience had been interesting as had conversation on the way home. 

"Mr. Leu—I mean Frank . . . ."

"Call me Dad. I've been trying to be for years, now."

Monty relaxed. He'd wanted to do that for a long time. "Dad, I'm not really comfortable with this idea of being crawled over."

"Perfectly normal, Monty, objectification isn't in a man's natural makeup. I think for women it's part of their default state but about the age of five or six we start getting annoyed with the grandmothers and elderly aunts pinching and talking baby talk to us. They stop and we don't get it any longer. But back when you were too small to remember, ladies in their forties would pat your face and head and pinch your cheeks. Then you'd flash them a huge smile and they'd just melt. Keep that in mind. It's just that New Year's Eve they won't be patting your head and the cheeks they'll pinch aren't on your face. The big smile, though, should stay. Make it a slightly shy, vulnerable smile with your chin lowered and your eyes downcast. You might even try a half smile. Go to your room and practice in the mirror for a while. Have Molly coach you."

Molly had approved. "All the girls were charmed by that when you were a baby. They'll be even more charmed now that you're eighteen."

"Will it keep them from bringing out the harnesses?" Monty's forehead wrinkled in anxiety.

Molly laughed. "Oh, everyone always brings their harnesses. Whether anyone will want to use one on you will depend on their mood. Elsa Mestersmed probably will. She's taller than you are and weighs nearly as much—in all the right places! And if she brings out King Dong consider it a compliment. It means she thinks you're man enough to take it so don't be a sissy. No protests or snivels, understand?"

"King Dong?"

"Oh yeah! That thing widens eyes at these gatherings, both the men's and the women's. One night she wore it and the two of us doubled up on your mother. Talk about a night to remember . . .. Anyway, just relax and go with the flow. She's never had anyone refuse a second ride."

"Lisa keeps giggling at me and muttering something about 'man-scaping'."

"Mm-hmm. Saturday morning she's going to take the clippers to you. We'll leave the forearms and shins natural but everything else gets smooth."

"Everything? No way. She's not coming anywhere near my crotch with a set of clippers. I can really run when I'm motivated."

"Oh, stop it. If it makes you feel better I'll take care of that part. I used to do myself all the time before I had electrolysis. You will be smooth and very young-looking that night, Monty, but at least you won't be waxed like the girls."

*****

Lisa felt her cell phone buzz and when she saw the number answered immediately. "Hi, Darla. Merry Christmas. What did you get?"

"Oh, you know. Stuff. How about you?"

Lisa thought about that. Was she ready to tell everyone? Was there any reason not to? "I got Monty. We're getting married after graduation in June."

"What? Monty? Monty Kingsford? I didn't—girl, you can't get married, yet. What about college? What about a career? And—and teenage marriages never last."

"We're going to college. He's going to Brown and I'm going to Bryant. And I didn't say we were going to start having kids or anything; we're just getting married. That way we can have sex every night and not have to stress over it. Now, what did you really call about?"

Darla hemmed and hawed and then meekly asked, "Your parents are having a New Year's Eve Party, right?"

"Yyyyyeaaaah . . .?"

"Uh, Mom says she's bringing me."

Darla could hear the glee in Lisa's voice as she responded. 

"And did she say why she was bringing you?"

Darla mumbled.

"Dar, I didn't hear that. Come on, did she say why you are coming to my parents' party?"

"Yes."

"Girl, you'd better get over here."

*****

Darla joined the couple in the breakfast nook. Across the table redheaded Lisa was plastered against Monty. The brunette looked at her friend's sparkling eyes and Monty's rueful face, took a huge swallow of the black brew and sighed.

"I—I'm still trying to get my head wrapped around this. After all these years living next door to each other, you and your mom suddenly just moved in with Lisa's family? And you two are getting married? And what about your mom?"

Lisa grinned wider. "She's been my parents' mistress for years."

"M—mistress? Wait, don't you mean your dad's mistress?"

"Nope. Mom swings both ways just like Gwen does. I—I'm learning to, sort of."

"Yeah, well, I just found out that mine does, too. It can't be that yucky, I guess, but I never expected to—you know—have it so close and personal? Anyway, about this party, give me the bad news. I'm already sitting down."

Lisa frowned. "We're gonna get laid. How is that bad news?"

Her boyfriend elbowed her. "Lisa, be nice."

"No, really. Look, we all hook up. It's just sex. We know that. No 'death 'til us part', no drama-queen sighing in the night, just sex. If it feels good and you're safe, do it. Only your mother found out it didn't feel so good. So she prescribed a night with a man who knows what he's doing. And if 'man' is good; 'men' must be better. How is this bad news?"

"Yeaaaah, right!" Darla was dubious. "And these men are really that good?"

Monty drawled, "The women sure are."

Both girls giggled. "Dar, do I know from personal experience? No. But—Christmas day Gwen decided that we needed a lesson on the right way to do anal sex? So she and my dad stripped down and showed us? Yeah, squick city! But I couldn't tear my eyes away? He so worked her over? And when he stuck his cock up her butt and pumped her she loved every minute of it. So, if my father is any example, yeah, girl, they are just that good."

Dar just sat there, dumbfounded both at the idea that parents would show their children how to fuck and that sodomy might be fun. After a long while she drew a deep breath. "So—just how many of these really good men are going to be on me Saturday night?"

"Well, not your father, obviously. And I think Monty will be too busy. Hey, don't kick me! So, I don't know. Maybe four or five? Maybe all nine? They're not like the guys at school who come and are gone. Monty's already learning to be multiorgasmic like the men are and they can screw one woman to orgasm and then march right along to the next all night long. Last party the horndog here did me so well I fell asleep afterwards and woke up the next morning still on the sofa. So I don't know if all the men do all the women or not."

"And it might not be just the men," Monty added. "Remember we know at least three mothers who swing both ways and I kind of suspect they all do. Your mom did say that all of them bring harnesses to every party."

Darla sat with eyes like headlights. "As many as nine men? And the same number of women? In one night?"

Lisa's mouth was a little 'o'. "Damn, get laid eighteen times in one night—well, if they take it easy . . .."

"We most assuredly will!" Molly walked into the kitchen and ran her fingers through girls' hair, "because you three are our newest dear little lovers and we want you to have the best possible time. However, everyone will not get to you the first night. But life is long and there will be many more parties for love. And Lisa, you are wrong. It isn't just sex. After a while you will understand that in the end, it's all about love—for all of us."

Darla squinted in concentration. "Ms. Leupold?"

"Call me Molly, honey."

"M-Molly, we're the next generation?"

"Mm-hmm."

"And now that we're all eighteen, we three are the first, uh, apprentices?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Then each party in the next year there will be more of our friends, uh, initiated in this group? And since they'll be the new ones, they'll be the ones getting the marathon fucking?"

"Mm-hmm. And the fun part is that next time you, too, will be doing the sharing instead of being shared. So while you're being done tomorrow, keep that in mind."

And with a grin, she left them alone.

Darla shot a worried look at her friends. "And you two are looking forward to this?"

Lisa's face was wry. "Honestly? I've been having flashes of butterflies in the stomach ever since mom announced that I was to the star attraction at the Solstice Party. But I got given a few chemicals that help a lot and I did have a great time last party so I sure I'll be hot and ready for this one. It's just that there is a difference between getting laid by one of the guys at school and one of our old family friends. I'm not sure I'm ready for that but I'm not backing out."

Monty nodded. "Same here. If Lisa hadn't pumped me full a whole range of 'instant foreplay' potions there is no way I could have done her in front of her parents, my mother and a whole bunch of people I grew up around but she did and I did. I suspect that we'll get dosed this time, too, and as often as they think we need it. Probably we'll eventually get used to it. And you have to admit it does add variety to one's sex life."

Darla's jaw dropped. "Instant foreplay? You mean there really are such things? I always thought aphrodisiacs were a myth."

"Uh-uh! Believe me, kiddo, these work. A couple of shots up the nose with this stuff and fifteen minutes later you're ready to jump the guy's bones, any guy."

*****

Early in the evening on New Year's Eve, a reluctant Darla was being gently pushed into the bathroom after the earliest dinner she could remember. 

"Mom, please? I'm really uncomfortable with this."

"I know and I understand. But the reason we're starting so early is to overcome that reluctance. However, I'll try and be fair about this. Honey, I promise that if your first lover doesn't absolutely ring your chimes, I'll get dressed and take you straight home and we'll never push you into anything again. But you also need to be fair about this and trust me. Just do what I say and it will work. Now don't forget this."

She handed her daughter a disposable enema. Darla scrunched up her face in revulsion but before she could protest further, Myra put a firm finger on the girl's lips and repeated, "Do what I say and it will work."

Thirty minutes a clean and cleaned out Darla emerged from the bath dry, brushed and wrapped in a warm fuzzy robe. Her lack of makeup and worried expression made her look vulnerable and even younger than she really was. Her mother nodded approvingly.

"Okay, sugar, come sit here on the sofa. Here's a Harlequin romance for you to read and while you're reading, I'll hook you up to this."

Darla looked at the device in her mother's hands, a small box, two wires and two electrical pads. "What is it?"

"It's called a Slightest TouchTM. Now drink this and relax." Myra handed the girl a glass of water, attached the pads to her ankles and pushed the power button. 

Looking dubious, Darla opened the book. It wasn't particularly steamy but it was languorously romantic and as the minutes passed she found herself becoming more and more excited and aroused. Was the book or that thing her mother kept adjusting to blame? After a while Myra put the control down and went to get dressed, returning shortly in a sequin covered sheath slit on each side to the hip. It was obvious she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

"Getting all hot and bothered, dear?"

"I-I'm all wet."

Myra leered down at her daughter. "Perfect. That's the entire idea, Darla. Now, let's go get you made up and bedecked for the party."

"You didn't say get dressed."

"Well, of course. What would be the point?"

*****

Made up, adorned with some of her mother's more flamboyant jewelry and still wrapped in the robe, Darla sat in the back seat. To her surprise, her mother climbed in beside her.

"We'll leave the Slightest TouchTM on you until we get to the Leupolds' but we'll leave it in the car. You'll look silly wearing it inside. But since we don't want you losing that lovely heat you've got now, you need to use this stuff." She pulled out a small squeeze bottle, put it to her nose and sniffed in the mist. "It's called PL-6983, Darla, and it is a real, proven aphrodisiac. You won't actually notice the effects because you're already horny as a three-balled tomcat but on someone who isn't it takes about fifteen minutes to work and it's good for four hours. That should take you 'til midnight and I think that will be plenty. Here."

Following her mother's example, a resigned but anxious Darla gave herself a dose up each nostril. "It doesn't smell like anything."

"No, it doesn't. For everyday sex I prefer the Slightest TouchTM, but this stuff is great when we travel and I'm feeling a little out of sorts. Normally, I don't need it but it's a good thing to have around. And it will really help you younger ones get tuned into the fun and games!"

"So, what's going to happen?"

"The first hour is socializing. You meet everyone, get kissed, fondled, groped, etc. until it's time for the drawing."

"D—drawing?"

Myra laughed. "Yes, you three are the door prizes for the night. All the men except Frank and your father will draw for you and Lisa. That will set the order for your four lovers for the night. And of course the women will draw for Monty. Everyone not having sex with you will be free to canoodle as they wish until their turn comes. It will be very steamy."

"Four men. Four men old enough to be my father?"

"Sugar daddies, baby. Older men are best, unless young ones are really well schooled. In the coming year we will have to train up your peers within the group so that when you leave for college you will have very satisfying love lives. So much better than just turning you loose and hoping for the best."

Arriving at the Leupold residence, Mr. Bakewell drove around to the rear and parked next to the French doors that in the summer opened onto the pool. Tonight they were closed tight against the cold but the bright lights and the flicker of a fireplace inside promised warmth in abundance. Myra switched off and removed the Slightest TouchTM and turned to her daughter.

"Keep the robe on until you're inside. The three of you will spend the first hour near the fireplace, of course. We don't want to ruin the mood with shivering and goosebumps. And remember my promise. If the first man isn't the best you've ever had, you go home. But darling, from what you've told me, I don't see that happening."

Indoors, Darla reluctantly let her mother take the robe to hang up and blushed as she hurried over to her equally naked friends. To her amazement, Lisa knelt on a cushion with her hands behind her in a wrist to neck restraint, a pretty chain dangling from two clamps that firmly squeezed her nipples.

In response to Darla's startled look Monty made a wry face and responded, "She's decided she's really into this bondage stuff. I can see this becoming an issue after we're married."

"That's silly!" Lisa snapped. "Dar, you ought to give it a try sometime, especially this one. It pushes your boobs out and makes you sit up straight to flaunt them. And anyway, no-one's asking you to be tied up, Monty. All you have to do is tie me down and use me. Being helpless is hot."

Michael Bakewell beamed at the trio. "And they flaunt so well, Lisa." He stroked her hair and leaned down to caress each breast in turn, then flicked the chain making her gasp.

"You sure you don't want to do me tonight, Mr. Bakewell?"

"Oh, I'd love to, Lisa, but since you two girls are door prizes, there is a risk I'd draw Darla and we don't do incest. So I'll just wait until the next party, presuming I don't get crowded out by a flock of panting admirers."




Door Prizes



Darla at first was aghast. She wants my dad to fuck her? Ewww . . . But on second thought she remembered all the times he had come in from his morning run, sweat-soaked and sinewy. Heat began to spread from the base of her torso. He was definitely all man, no boyishness whatever, and that made him completely different from her hook-ups from school. She licked her lips furtively just as a warm hand ran down her back and gently patted her backside. She gasped and blushed even more as she looked up at Frank Leupold. The brunette cocked her head sideways, batted her eyes and raised enquiring eyebrows.

Lisa's father wiggled his roguishly in return and the pat became a squeeze and then a fondle. He pulled her in close and ran his hand around her hip, up her round belly to her breast. He tickled her nipple making it stand up stiff. Darla shuddered.

"Oh, you like that. Well, sweetheart, it's as Mike said. I'll have to wait until the next party but then I'll give you all the attention you can stand."

The rest of the guests began to arrive, the men in tuxedos; the women in a wide variety of outrageously revealing cocktail dresses. They greeted each other with passionate embraces and the three 'door prizes' with lecherous smiles and impertinent hands. Lisa expected at any moment to have one of the gentlemen undo his trousers and demand fellatio since she was ideally positioned for it but none did. Instead they ran their hands all over her body, paying especial attention to her breasts and bottom but also cradling her face and kissing it nearly constantly.

Darla received much the same but about halfway through the opening hour Harry Felder lifted her onto his lap and began serious foreplay. After kisses and caresses had her panting and ready, he slipped his fingers between her thighs and into her sex. Stroking her G-spot with his forefinger and vibrating his thumb on her clit, he quickly had her whimpering and crying out, louder and louder until she threw her head back and yelled, "Oh gawd, oh gawd!" 

As she came down, crooning, the rest of the room politely applauded. Returning to her place by the hearth, breathing deeply, Darla looked at her mother. The older woman was leaning back against a tall, Nordic demigod whose immense hands were under her skirts. She winked back at her daughter and then closed her eyes in anticipation as the big man slowly pulled the zipper on the back of the dress. She knew the chances of her making good on her earlier promise were vanishingly small and decreasing by the minute.

Monty had been running through several variations of the shy-smile--to-big-grin as the women rubbed themselves against his chest, back and shoulders patted and squeezed his buttocks and palmed his 'package'. The last appreciated the attention and was in a constant state of near readiness when the tallest woman in the group pulled a chair up next to the fireplace, sat down on it and pulled the youth onto her lap.

"Oh! H—hello, Ms. Mestersmed."

"Call me Elsa, darling," she murmured as she nibbled his ear and ran her nails lightly down his chest, "you don't have to be formal with someone you're going to fuck. Of course, it might not be tonight but sooner or later we will be in each other's arms and then I have some wonderful games we can play."

Monty swallowed deeply. King Dong! Oh shit, I'll bet that what she's talking about. What is this thing all the women seem to have about my butt? Couldn't we just fuck normally?

"Um—yes, m'am, I mean Elsa."

Elsa almost purred, "So, you act like you've heard about my favorite toy. Relax, Sweetie, I'll make sure you're up to it. None of my other lovers has ever refused to play with me a second time—or a third, for that matter." Her hand trailed down his slim belly and pushed his thighs apart. She bounced his balls gently in her palm. "Yes, I can see having hours of fun with you over the coming months. It won't be too long before you start coming over to my house after school to play—or should I say get played with." She grabbed him by the ears and pulled his face to hers. Reflexively, he opened his mouth and Elsa drove her tongue deep inside, penetrating him and putting him on the defensive. When she finally kept up for air her face was a mask of mischief. "You're going to be my toyboy for a while, Monty. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

"Toyboy?"

The tall woman laughed. "Only for a little while, dear. You may be eighteen but you're still growing and when you reach your full height and weight we'll switch places. Then I'll be your plaything instead. But I do hope I draw you tonight so we can get started." 

As the evening wore on, champagne flowed, the PL-6983 kept working, and the 'door prizes' were increasingly flushed and aroused. All the stroking and fondling overrode any reluctance and the deep parts of their brains took control. They kept looking at the two shrouded bowls that held the men's and women's names and squirming with desire. Wasn't it time to draw them out? Time to get their itches scratched?

At last Molly Leupold tapped the edge of her champagne flute, making it ring and getting the party's attention. "Lovers, now that everyone has gotten very well acquainted with our darlings' potential, it's time to put them to the test. Darla will entertain in the master bedroom, Lisa in her old room and Monty will be making the ladies happy in his and Lisa's new room, the one that used to be the guestroom. The rest of us will, as usual, disport ourselves wherever we choose. So if you will all get your clothing back in order? Very good. Darla, go stick your hand in the bronze bowl and pull out the lucky man's name. He will take you upstairs and use you most deliciously. When he's done you will have a few minutes to catch your breath before the next gentleman arrives to plunder you properly. If you still have any energy left after the first four, you may come downstairs and join the festivities though I rather think you will be more likely to fall deeply asleep. Do it now."

Trembling, Darla put her hand under the velvet cover and reached deeply into the bowl. It was full of ping-pong balls. She fumbled around for a few seconds and then, taking a deep breath, pulled one out. She looked at the name printed on the side. "Nils Mestersmed?"

Elsa stepped back from straightening her husband's tie with a smile. "Well, one of us is in luck tonight, dear. Work her over properly, now. We have reputations to uphold." 

Two full meters of blond Viking beamed down in satisfaction at his new little prize. Darla was torn between a desire to run and a desire to lie down and spread her legs right there in front of everyone. The bulge in the tall man's trousers was very prominent. Hesitantly, she raised her arms for a kiss but instead he grasped her hips in his immense hands and with practiced ease tossed her up in the air and over his shoulder. Her cry of surprise was instantly followed by a squeal as he slapped her soundly on each buttock and rushed up the staircase.

Myra's smile was almost reptilian as she turned to her husband. "Well, I think we can discard any possibility of taking her home early."

Mike leered in return. "True, but there is now a possibility that Nils and Elsa may do so afterwards."

Myra's expression turned pensive. "Four men in a row and then the weekend at the Mestersmed's? It could spoil her for men her own age, you know."

"And that's supposed to be a bad thing?"

"No, I guess it isn't. If nothing else she can always try out for a position as mistress to some jaded millionaire."

Now Molly took the silver bowl and held it out. "Montgomery?" she raised her eyebrows questioningly. Monty took a deep breath, straightened his back and reached in. The ball read, "Tammy-Lynn Hunt?"

"My," a honeyed alto responded, "I'm just havin' all kinds of good luck today." The slim, coffee-skinned woman slipped her arm through Monty's. "Why don't you just show little ol' me this new bedroom you and Lisa moved into? I'm sure I'll find it properly equipped."

Monty stared down the woman's remarkable décolletage, swallowed nervously and led her to the stairs and up to his new bedroom.

Molly carried the bronze bowl over to where her tethered daughter was still kneeling. She looked down appraisingly and then reached into the bowl herself, rather than free Lisa. She pulled out the ball, held it up to the light and with a crooked smile announced, "Harry Felder."

The gentleman in question sported a shaved head and a generous walrus mustache. He helped Lisa to her feet and when Molly handed it to him, snapped a leash to her collar. "I know where your old bedroom is, Lisa, so why doesn't my new little pet just walk at heel up the stairs with me and we'll go there." He turned to her mother. "Since she has this new interest in bondage, can I presume the bed is properly equipped?"

"Oh, indeed!" Molly replied. "Cuffs, straps, some bolsters—and of course all the necessaries for the night are on her nightstand."

"Well," Harry turned back to Lisa, "that sounds quite exciting. Are you excited, dear?"

Lisa shivered. "Yes, and getting even more so. Let's go, Mr. Felder, I'm so hot and wet I can hardly stand it. Tie me down and fuck me senseless!"

The party chuckled appreciatively. At least one of their new members had the right attitude. The other two were still a little hesitant but that would change, they knew, long before the evening wore out. By morning the three would all be cheerful vessels for the desires of their elders. Better living through chemistry, indeed.

An hour and an half later Darla lay languidly on the bed. Nils had, as promised, rung her chimes 'til she jangled like an alarm clock. Sweeping into the master bedroom, he'd laid her out on the downturned sheets and then eyed her proprietarily as he undressed. Darla had watched the Chippendale men on the 'net and thought she understood male strippers but watching a dignified, mature man doff and hang his jacket, untie his bow tie and then slowly unfasten his cufflinks and shirt studs was far different and erotic in a completely new way. 

When at last he lay next to her and took her in his arms he began with a kiss that curled her toes and almost sent her over the edge. The kiss had been long, probing, sucking and hotter than any she'd ever had. When he finally broke off, leaving her panting, he'd run his tongue around the shell of her ear, trailed it down her neck and across her collarbones. Bit by bit he'd worked his way down her body, kissing, nipping and licking in some surprising and surprisingly erotic places.

By the time he reached her smooth, swollen pussy Darla was almost shaking with need. She spread her thighs as wide as she could and curled her back, reaching for his mouth with her mons. Nils grinned. He put a giant hand under each of her buttocks and lifted her pussy to his lips. Sticking out his tongue he ran it achingly slowly up from the perineum to her clit and the waggled it back and forth. That did it! Darla's pent up arousal broke and she threw her head back and wailed in the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had. As she the spasms wracked her body, Nils took the swollen clitoris between his lips and sucked stretching Darla's climax out until she begged him to stop.

The big man sat back on his heels. "And now it's your turn, dear girl. Just how good is your head?"

Weak and trembling, Darla crawled up and took his semi-soft member into her mouth. She sucked hard and bobbed her head. As it firmed between her lips, she began flicking her own tongue across the frenulum under the glans of his cock. He moaned with appreciation. She paused to lick the palm of her right hand and then returned to her work, stroking his shaft in time with her head bobs. She felt his hands clutch her hair and pull her deeper onto him. He's gonna cum in my mouth. I never let any guy do that before but I can feel he won't let me go. Oh gawd, I hope it isn't as yucky as it looks.

But to her surprise, when he jerked under her nothing came out and he stayed just as hard as before. Lifting her head off his cock he pushed her back down on her back and then slid up between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around him just as he thrust his hard manhood into her welcoming channel. He looked over at the clock beside the bed. "Hmm, still a little time before the next man comes to cum. You are delicious, young lady. I expect to enjoy you often in the coming months and years. But now, you are mine." Speeding up, his pelvis slapping against her crotch, he drove into her faster and faster until with a groan he shot a load into her. 

Rolling off, he kissed her tenderly and stood up. "Usually I don't ejaculate in the first lover of the evening but you are so very hard to resist. Now go clean up and straighten the bed. You have about five minutes until the next man comes to conquer." 

The next man had, indeed. It wasn't until two days later that Darla remembered her mother's promise that she'd take the girl home if the first man wasn't the best she'd ever had. Darla had snickered at the memory. Nils was the best she'd ever had, and then Lionel Hunt had fucked her even limper and then told her to roll over.

"Now spread those pretty thighs wide, girl, and lift that gorgeous butt. Good!" He scooted up behind her and then ran his finger slowly from pussy to anus, coating her with her own juices. Around and around he pucker he massaged her, making the girl hum and whimper happily as he worked. He pushed first one and then two fingers inside her, spreading them apart and stretching her anal sphincters. She moaned louder.

"I'm glad you like that, Darla, because now I'm going to have you in a whole new way. Young lady, you are going to be sodomized." Lionel leaned forward and Darla felt the blunt end of his solid cock against her pucker. Her eyes widened as he pushed and spread her until suddenly he was in side. She squealed softly and thought about telling him to take it out. But it didn't feel that bad and soon the burning faded and Mr. Hunt started thrusting a little at a time until he was in to the hilt. Slowly at first and then faster he withdrew and pushed back in. 

"It—it feels good, Mr. Hunt. Really—really full."

"Good. More experienced ladies will tell you that being shared by two men at once is even better. One cock in front and one behind makes you amazingly full."

He kept pounding and she kept moaning until they came together and the man kissed her on the cheek and left.

By the time the third and fourth men came to use her, Darla was barely coherent. The Slightest TouchTM had done its work well and the PL-6983 had turned the girl into a languid, placidly compliant vessel for the lusts of others. The last gentleman had lifted her gently off the bed and put her down in a different one to sleep the rest of the night through.

Lisa's experience had been even more intense. Harry had cuffed her elbows and strapped them tight forcing her chest out and her breasts up. He'd pinioned her wrists in front below the nippled globes and then laid her down on her back. Pulling another pair of cuffs from the nightstand along with a strap and a neck pad, he cuffed her ankles, put the strap and pad around her neck and pulled her legs up high against her chest.

"Shall I blindfold you, as well? I'm not going to gag you this time, Lisa, you may need to use a safe word. You know about them? 'Yellow' means you're uncomfortable with what's happening and 'red' means 'stop at once and let me free'? After you've become more used to being bound and ravished we'll add the gag but not tonight. The blindfold, though, I think will be good." And with that he'd covered her eyes with a thick, velvet band. She felt something cool splotch on the inside of her legs, next to the ankle and them something squish down onto the coolness followed by an electric tingle. Suddenly her pussy went from warm and ready to a fiery need

Helpless, constricted, blind and horny, Lisa lay in darkness waiting for something, anything to happen. She heard the susurration of fine worsted wool being removed and hung up. She heard the tap of shoes being taken off and put aside, neatly. When all was quiet again, the bed bounced under her as Harry climbed in with her and she felt the warmth of the insides of his thighs against the sides of her ass. Helpless, constricted, blind, horny and as open as any woman can be she felt the velvety head of his glans stroke her puffy, pink labia. The sensation was delicious, so delicious she moaned and shuddered.

"We're going to enjoy this immensely, Lisa. I'm going to introduce you to levels of orgasm you've never dreamed of. At the Solstice party I had your mother while I watched Monty fuck you screaming. It was wonderful. And I'm sure he enjoyed having her afterwards while you slept on the couch. Molly tells me you find anal sex weird and not terribly sexy. You just wait, girl. After I've sent you to the moon, I'm going to pull out, grease you up and assfuck you blue. And I'm going to do it until you cum around me. And you will. Just wait, darling, you will."

She had. Harry stroked her swollen labia with his cock, driving her mad and hardening himself. Finally he slowly ran it up her cleft and touched her clit. Her orgasm was volcanic. As she spasmed and wailed, he drove his manhood into her and let her pleasure him with her shaking and near epileptic convulsions. When the fit finally passed, he began to thrust sending her back into climax and holding her there longer than she would ever have thought possible. 

Time lost all meaning. Eventually Lisa realized that Harry had withdrawn and that there was a warm, slipper blunt helmet pressing against her anus. Before she could push out as she'd been taught, he slipped inside so relaxed was she. Oh, it felt good. Much better than the first time Monty had buggered her, very good, indeed. So good, in fact, that she took up where she'd left off in the rolling orgasm and stayed there until he was finished.

Mr. Felder undid her bounds and took off the Slightest TouchTM and set it aside. He helped her up and into the bathroom where she cleaned up before coming back to bed. When her next man appeared she asked, "Are you going to tie me up, too?"

"No, Lisa," Tom Ferguson replied, "you're going to have enough muscles aches tomorrow as it is. Bondage is something that takes practice, just like other kinds of sex. No, I'll just make sweet love to you and so will Ian McDonald. He drew you after I did. Your last lover, though, I think you'll find surprising."

After three men and nearly an hour and a half of induced orgasms, Lisa was almost asleep when a figure appeared in the door. The redhead sat up in surprise. "Ms. Nguyen?"

"Hello, sweetie," the very petite woman smiled at Lisa. "Victor was supposed to be your last lover but I bargained with him a little. Gwen tells me you are starting to learn about girly sex so I thought I'd help with the lessons. Get up on all fours. That's a good little sub."

Lisa was a little confused but she complied and when Anna Nguyen pulled the pillow under the girl's head, she shrugged slightly and snuggled down onto it. "Now," the older woman began, "let's see just how relaxed you really are. I'll bet those wonderful men have you limp as a wet noodle."

Lisa watched in surprise as Ms. Nguyen snapped a blue nitrile surgical glove over her right hand and then squirted gel over her fingers. She ran the tips around Lisa's engorged labia for a minute or so and then gently pushed two fingers inside.

"Just as I thought. Very relaxed. Oh, this is going to be easy."

Three fingers followed the two, sliding in and out and spreading Lisa's opening wider. The hand withdrew and more lubricant spread around the fingers and up over the knuckles. Lisa's eyes popped open. 




Door Prizes



Oh, shit! She's going to try and fist me. It's a good thing she's tiny.

Anna grinned slyly at her victim. She saw the realization spread across the redhead's face. "So, figured out what's up, have you? Yes, I am going to stick my whole hand up inside your cute little pussy and it's going to make you feel soooo good."

"But—but . . . ."

"Oh, be quiet, you. I have small hands and you're really relaxed. Just close your eyes and enjoy, sweetie."

Three fingers became four and Lisa could feel herself opening almost imperceptibly. Anna's thumb joined the party and with the passing seconds, the girl felt the fingers going in farther and farther. She was being spread wider and wider and Anna had been right. It did feel so good. 

Suddenly she twitched. Anna had pushed her hand inside past the line of knuckles and Lisa was as wide as she needed. She curled her fingers into a fist and pushed the rest of the way in, clear to the wrist.

"I have you now, girl." She stopped thrusting and rotated her wrist rubbing around the inside of the girl's vagina. Lisa moaned. It wasn't an orgasm just a wondrous feeling of being fuller than she'd ever been. 

 I never thought I'd end up a size queen but I've got to have this more often. Is this what getting shared feels like, at least sort of?

Lisa sank all the way down onto the mattress, mewling in pleasure. After some long minutes, Anna straightened out her hand and pulled out. Lisa raised her head, blinked foggily a couple of times and asked, "Can anyone do that?"

Anna shook her head. "Maybe after a kid or two, they could, but until then don't let any of the men try it. The older ones know better but Monty or the others coming in might think you'll like their bigger fists. You won't. For now think of fisting as another good reason to go bi. And on that subject, it's my turn. Stick that tongue out, girl, and eat me proper."

When Monty led Tammy-Lynn into the bedroom he shared with Lisa, the butterflies in his stomach were doing a war dance. This was his room, the one he shared with his fiancée. It just wasn't right to bring someone else to it for sex, especially someone who seemed to think he was something to entertain herself with and yet—all those 'synthetic foreplay' chemicals had him flushed, horny as a hoptoad and stiff as a ramrod. Tammy-Lynn's deep bosom, plunging neckline and magnolia perfume got his undivided attention and when she closed the door behind them and started running her thumb up and down the underside of his rampant cock all his hesitations retreated to the farthest dark corners of his brain.

She smiled at him like a well-canaried cat. "My, just look at this. Seems like someone wants to sample some dark meat tonight. Tell you what, honey-man, just lay down on that comfy-lookin' bed of yours and I'll give you a taste."

She's straddled his face and ground her waxed smooth pussy against his mouth. Monty responded with the licking and sucking that Lisa told him felt wonderful and Tammy-Lynn seemed to agree. Soon he had her humping his face and moaning softly until she jerked and squirted into his mouth. That was a surprise and he'd coughed and swallowed. Tammy-Lynn scrabbled off and moving down his body, sucked him back into readiness. Then she'd climbed on top and rode him into several more orgasms before she was satisfied.

"You're good, honey-man, real good. Lisa better keep your battery run down every night or some one of us is likely to steal you away. 'Course, I'm sure we can work something out with her to borrow you occasionally. Now go wash up, 'cause the next lady will be here in a few minutes."

Molly's lessons on multiple orgasms stood Monty in good stead for his next two 'guests'. Both of them had been quite happy with his oral technique and coital stamina and had gone back to the main party with big smiles. Monty was beginning to feel that a little objectification might not be such a bad thing, at least once in a while, but when he came out of the bathroom after his third wash-up he looked at the bed and froze in his tracks.

Elsa Mestesmed was reclined on her side with the sheet halfway up just like Molly had the night of the Solstice orgy. Monty couldn't see for sure but he felt in his bones that she was wearing a harness and probably had King Dong already in place. He'd been told not to whine or snivel but there was another option. Straightening his back and setting his jaw, Monty folded his arms across his chest. "No!" he said.

Elsa's jaw dropped. "No?"

"Ms. Mes—, uh, Elsa, I don't know what this obsession you ladies have with my butt is but I'm not interested. I'll eat you or fuck you or both—whatever you want—but you're dealing with a vanilla straight guy. Kinky isn't my thing."

Elsa leaned back and relaxed with a smile. She pushed the covers down. No harness. "Come here, you."

Hesitantly, the youth complied, sitting on the edge of the bed and then slipping under the sheets with the woman who so intimidated him. She reached for him and he rolled into her arms, nose to nose with the statuesque blonde.

"Monty, you have a very sexy ass. We like your ass just like you like Lisa's." Her hand ran down his back and began to softly stroke his buttocks. "We like to rub it, squeeze it, and ride it. When you're just out of the shower we like to lick it, just the way you like doing to Lisa, don't you?"

"Well, yeah, but . . . ."

"And once you've got her all hot and moaning, you like to lube it up and stick your stiffy inside, don't you?"

"Well, yeah, but—but I can feel when I'm inside. You can't feel through silicone."

"Monty, darling, there are feelings and there are feelings. When I ride a man's ass I feel his warm back on my boobs and belly, I feel his butt bounce when I drive home and I feel powerful, really powerful. I feel powerful because I know he's going to cum and there's no way he can resist because I'm nailing his prostate." 

Her fingers were between his buttcheeks, rimming his anus. It felt awfully good, so good that he arched his back to push her fingers inside. She giggled and reached behind her to the tube of lubricant on the nightstand. Like a rabbit helplessly watching a weasel, Monty watched her squeeze a dollop onto her finger tips, knowing where they were going next.

"And you not only like Lisa's ass, you like mine, too, don't you darling?"

First one finger and then a second slithered up his pucker. He quivered and then answered, "Uh, yeah?"

"And you'd like to stick that big cock of yours in it, wouldn't you?'

"Uh, yeah?"

"And you will, Monty darling, you will—right after school on Monday. But you know the rules, Monty, ladies first. Right?"

By now she had three fingers well inside him, sliding in and out, spreading his muscles, rotating around and around. The sensations went directly from his butt to his cock stiffening him up and making the helmet hard and purple. Helpless to resist, he arched his back more pushing down on the impertinent, violating fingers.

"Uh-huh," he whimpered. It felt so good. If she kept this up much longer he'd be begging her to peg him. He didn't want to do that but he might not be able to resist.

"Good, then. Roll over onto the pillow, darling, with that wonderful, sexy ass up. I'm going to get King Dong now and put him where he belongs, where you'll like him the most."

His eyes wide as headlights, Monty watched Elsa open the top drawer of the nightstand and take out the largest Feeldo dildo he had ever seen. She started rubbing the shorter, thicker end against her pussy. "See, honey, you aren't even getting the big end, I am. Mmm!" she pushed inside her. Now the longer end stuck up in front of her just as his hard-on was. He could feel himself stiff and solid, poking him between the pillow and his belly. "Spread your legs. Wider. Lift up. Gooooood Monty."

Just as when Molly pegged him before, a big, blunt mass pressed on his anus. He pushed out, like he'd been taught, but the thing was so big he couldn't open himself up enough. He felt his muscles being stretched wider than they'd ever gone.

"Ow!"

Elsa stopped. "Take deep breaths, honey, long and slow. I'll just wait until the burn goes away. Better now?"

"Mmm?"

She pushed in farther. Monty desperate concentrated on relaxation, willing himself to let the monster in and in it went. Suddenly the giant silicone glans passed his sphincters and he gasped in response.

Elsa's voice was halfway between a purr and a growl. "I've got you now, my lad." With slow, short strokes she pushed King Dong deeper and deeper into Monty's ass, making him moan with each thrust. Soon he felt the warmth of her pelvis on his butt. "I'm all the way in, Monty. Now up on your knees.

Not withdrawing at all, Elsa pulled the youth up until he straddled her thighs and sat back on her lap. She reached around and ran clever fingers up and down the length of his shaft. "Up and down, Monty. My good little toy is going to impale himself on my cock. Come on, move."

Amazed at his own obedience, Monty started lifting and lowering himself, sliding up and down the length of the super dildo. As he did, Elsa stroked his cock. She sped up, encouraging him to do the same. Sweat trickled down his face and dripped off the end of his nose as he whimpered and moaned in delight. At last he threw his head back, arched his back and came, hard, into Elsa's palm. The orgasm seemed to last a long time until he fell forward onto the bed with a groan. 

Elsa pulled out and, King Dong still waving proud in front of her went to clean up. She came back and did the same for Monty, then crawled into bed behind him, spooning against his back and wrapping an arm around his chest.

"My dear little apprentice. Welcome to the family, sweetheart. Monday you're going to sodomize me righteously and then we'll start. I'm going to introduce you to orgasms the like of which you can't imagine. I'm going to teach you to reduce Lisa to a happy puddle, and when I'm done, you're going to bring her over and together we'll so the same for her. We're going to have a wonderful, time, Monty. Now go to sleep."

During the night Monty felt an elbow in his ribs. "Roll over," Lisa commanded, "you're snoring."

"Yeah," Darla's voice came from the other side, "roll over."

Foggily he rolled up on his side and felt both girls snuggle against him, front and back. Was this the way Frank slept all the time?

In the morning the three teenagers woke each other up, stretching and squirming. Light flooded the room so it seemed someone had opened the curtains. They took in each other tousled appearance and grinned blushingly. There were three piles of pajamas at the foot of the bed with slippers on the floor and robes hanging on the back of the door. Putting the garments, the three opened the door and followed the smell of coffee down the stairs and into the living room where their parents sat, snuggling on the sofas.

Molly slid off Mike Bakewell's lap and motioned her daughter to take her place. Myra did the same from Frank's and, after waving Darla over, took Monty's hand, led him to an easy chair, pushed him into it and nestled down onto his lap. "Welcome to the family," she whispered.

Warmly wrapped in Mike's arms and tucked down under his chin, Lisa looked at her mother, now sharing her father with Darla and Gwen. "Mom, how long has this been going on? I've sort of been aware that you guys had 'naughty' parties since I was, oh, I don't know. But have you always been—uh, polyamorous?"

Molly winked in response. "How long? Well, that depends on who you're talking about. Your father and I joined the group when you were quite small but the Mestersmed's and the Felder's met at Reed. They couldn't decide who should marry whom so they just paired up, mostly by size, for the official look of things but stayed together as a foursome for years. Eventually the others were either invited or seduced in until we are now nine couples and a triad—plus you three, of course."

"Do—do we have to stay in the group?" Darla asked timidly.

"Oh, no" her father replied. "We fully expect that as all you kiddos leave for college, etc. will set up omnogamies of your own. Elsa will make sure you have the skills, her being a registered sex surrogate, and all. Once you're out on your own, you can team up with however many or few others you want. But until you leave the area, you're part of ours."

Monty lifted his head from Myra's ample chest. "Registered surrogate?"

"Mm-hmm," his mother answered, "and that's why you're going to stop off at their place for an hour after school for the next couple of weeks. Once she thinks you're ready, start taking Lisa in for women's lessons. By fall you two will be dynamite."

"Hey, what about me?" Darla tried to sit up indignantly but Frank held her fast. 

"You, my happy little slut," he whispered in her ear "will start your lessons Monday right here, just as soon as I get home from work."

"I'm not a slut," she answered, "I'm easy." 



Door to Door



The sun was starting to drop as the two young black men wandered down your street. They had been going through the neighborhood all day selling their wares without much luck. Yours was the last house on the block and they really hoped to make a sale here so the day wouldn't be a complete bust. The taller one knocked lightly on the door while his partner studied the house. They had seen your wife out in the yard earlier as they worked the other side of the street. They had commented to one another how hot she looked in the short-shorts and tank top she was wearing to work in the yard. The shorts, causing them look even longer, accentuated her long legs. She bent over to pull weeds giving them an excellent view of her tight ass. 

The door burst open bringing them out of their thoughts. "Yes," your wife said to the 2 men staring at her.

"Uh, uh, uh we were just; uh in the neighborhood, um, uh selling and we want to uh, offer you..." The shorter one trailed off. He couldn't keep his concentration at all. Your wife had answered the door in her short robe as she had just gotten out of the shower and wasn't expecting company. 

The taller one stepped up. "Ma'am, my name is Tom and this is my partner George," he said in a southern drawl. Tina couldn't help but notice how his eyes roamed over her as he spoke. Felling a bit mischievous she invited them in.

Once inside George lost his nervousness. "Ma'am we would like to demonstrate for you our latest product. It is unlike anything you have ever had before."

"Really? I am VERY interested," Tina purred as she sat down on the couch. Looking up at Tom she thought she noticed a bulge in his slacks as she crossed her legs. The robe being shorter than it should have been rode up on her thigh exposing a generous amount of leg. She didn't bother to pull it down.

As George was getting ready to go through his usual presentation Tom stopped him saying, "George, this lady isn't interested in what you have in that bag there, are you ma'am?" Looking directly into Tina's eyes, Tom stepped closer to the edge of the couch where she was seated.

"Whatever do you mean?" Tina feigned confusion. "I thought you wanted to show me your latest products."

"Oh we do but I have something here that I think you'll enjoy better than what George is referring to," Tom said as he reached for his belt. 

"TOM!! What are you doing?" George shouted.

"Relax George. This little white bitch only invited us in here for one thing. And I for one don't want to disappoint her." With that Tom reached in and pulled out an enormous black cock.

George set down his display materials and sat in the chair. He wanted to see where this was going before he got too involved.

Tina started to get off the couch saying, "Just WHAT do you think...??" 

Before she could finish Tom took his hard cock in his hand and grabbed the back of her head in the other. "You and I both know what you want bitch so come here and get it." Tom forced his growing cock towards your wife's pretty mouth. 

Tina's first thought was to resist. You should be home soon and how would it look for you to walk in and find her with a huge black cock in her mouth. But then the other side of her wanted to feel it. Watch the contrast as this black cock slid into her milky white face. She didn't really have any choice in the matter, as Tom was much bigger than her and if he wanted her to suck his cock it was going to happen regardless of Tina's preference.

"Come on be a good little bitch and open up," Tom was saying almost sweetly. Over in the chair George had started rubbing his cock through his slacks. He could not believe his partner was about to shove his cock down this white woman's throat. It should be a good show.

Tina opened her mouth slightly letting her tongue sneak out. She still wasn't sure about this and was trying to think of a way out. Her tongue slid across the head of the enormous black cock in front of her. Her nostrils filled with the musky order from the man's balls. She could feel his hand on the back of her head. She was intoxicated. She decided she would let them have WHATEVER they wanted. Her tongue took on a mind of its own as she let her imagination loose. She licked up and down the length while her fingers reached out to cup his balls.

"OH YEAH!! That's a good bitch. Suck my cock. Damn George but she's doing a good job over here." Tom looked over to see George had taken his cock out and was stroking it up and down, slowly but forcefully. Tina was too absorbed in the blowjob to give George much thought. 

Tom reached down with his free hand and opened the robe Tina was wearing. Her full tits fell out into plain view. He scooped one up and began to tweak the nipple. Tina moaned around her mouthful of cock. At seeing this George couldn't resist any longer. He came over and sat next to Tina on the couch. While still stroking with one hand the other took a tit to his mouth. He sucked the nipple between his lips causing Tina to squirm in her seat.

"Damn Tom!! You were right the bitch IS hot for it," he squealed. George let go of his throbbing cock and slid his hand between Tina's thighs. They opened on instinct allowing his big black hands to slide between her creamy thighs. He didn't stop until he hand his finger buried to the hilt in her sopping wet pussy. "She is ALL wet down here bud. We need to take care of THIS lady."

Tina moaned letting her legs flop wide open for George's probing fingers. She took the cock in her mouth deeper and deeper. Her hips started to buck against George's talented fingers. She could feel the pleasure boiling in her loins. She couldn't believe she was going to cream all over for these big black bucks.

George pulled his fingers from the dripping cunt and brought them to his lips. "MMMM!! This bitch is SAAWEET!!" George announced. "I got to get more of this juice." Before Tina could even begin to comprehend what he meant, George was on his knees between her thighs licking her sweet center.

Tina pulled her head from the cock she was engulfing to scream, "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! Oh God yes! Eat my pussy!! Make me cum!!" George couldn't believe his ears. The bitch was begging him for it. In the mean time Tom stepped back and removed his pants. He watched George munching her muff while he stroked his hard shaft. He couldn't wait to sink it in that nice white pussy.

Everyone in the living room was so engrossed in their erotic abandon they didn't hear the door. When you came in you heard strange noises coming from the living room. Rather than announce yourself you crept in to see what was going on. You couldn't believe your eyes when you saw your wife on the couch surrounded by 2 half naked, well hung, black men. You were about to put a stop too it when she threw back her head and begged them to make her cum. Your cock sprang to full length. You thought you needed to rescue her but she was having the time of her life. You decided to step back and see where it would go from here.

When George finally came up for air, Tina fell back on the couch exhausted. "Don't give up so soon, bitch," Tom said as he stepped forward. He dropped to his knees in front of your wife's gaping cunt and slammed his cock in hard and fast without warning. Tina sat up bolt right from the surprise of it. There was more surprise to come because as Tom was sliding in, George was getting his cock ready. When Tina came forward he took advantage and shoved his cock in her face. She had no choice but to take it and perform once again.

"OH baby. She does give good head. Damn!! Suck it bitch." From your vantage point you could see the black cock penetrating your wife's expanding pussy lips and the other one sliding down her throat. Much more of this and you would cream your jeans right there. About this time you moaned out loud.

"What the fu..??" Tom turned to look in your direction. He wasn't sure what to say until he saw how hard your cock was. "Man, you need some relief. Come over and help us fuck this horny little slut of yours." 

You couldn't believe he had actually given you permission to fuck your own wife. It didn't really matter anyway. You just needed to get your cock wet and she was in no position to say a word. 

George stepped back as you approached, stepping out of your jeans as you did. It was only a matter of seconds before you replaced his hard cock with yours. Tom slamming in and out of Tina's pussy set an incredible rhythm for your cock sliding in and out of her mouth. George was standing, dick in hand, watching the action from the sidelines. A thought popped into your head but Tom was the one who voiced it. "This bitch has 3 holes and there are 3 of us. Let's fill her up boys." Having said that Tom slid unceremoniously out of the dripping cunt and fell down onto the couch beside Tina. He pulled her off your dick and brought her over to sit on his lap facing him. His cock found its way deep into her pussy once again without any help. 

The position they were in had Tina's ass winking at you. It had been ages since she left you fuck her tight back door and toady seemed like the perfect opportunity. Stepping in behind her you covered your cock in saliva and put it at the entrance to her ass. Before she could protest George shoved his cock deep in her throat. You took advantage of her silence by sliding forward. Much to your surprise, your cock slid easily into her open ass. 

The three of you soon set up a rhythm that had Tina rocking every which way. Tom's monster cock was pumping in and out of her aching cunt while you drove into her ass on his out stroke. George was in a world all of his own as he fucked your pretty wife's face.

The moans echoed off the walls as you and these two strange black men hammered away at your wife. Tom was spouting of all sorts of obscenities, calling your wife a bitch and a nasty slut. Just as he was screaming about how tight her nice white cunt was you exploded deep in her ass. This set off a chain reaction with George filling her throat with his cum as Tom shot off in her convulsing cunt.

Everyone settled back on the couch to catch their breath. Before anyone else could say a word you spoke up with, "So you boys in town for long?" The tension was eased as everyone laughed out loud. It could be an interesting summer...



Door to Door



One day I was out trying to drum up sales for my entrepreneurial business. I was going door to door around the surrounding neighborhoods to see if people would be agreeable to being added to my mailing list to receive my catalogs. I was dressed to give the impression of a knowledgeable business woman so that people could put their trust in me enough to be willing to sign up to my mailing list.

The results of this endeavor had so far been quite disappointing because at the houses I went to the man of the house would answer the door. Since my catalogs were primarily geared to females consisting of home decor items or other nick knacks and there were few sections in the catalog for men, and these were located toward the back of the catalog, most didn’t get that far. Not seeing anything they wanted and nothing they wanted their wives to see or purchase they refused my offer.

I had a few people on my tour actually sign up, but most of these were lonely old ladies that had no intention to ever buy anything. They were just searching for someone to chat with and did so while they filled out my form and attempted to set me up on a date with their ‘perfect’ grandson. 

I came upon one house and decided this would be my last house for the day. It was a single bedroom cottage with no flowers in the flowerbed. Instead it had a bunch of well-trimmed bushes. The front porch was clean and tidy, but there were no potted plants. It was nearly bare except for a patio table and chairs set off in one corner, and there seemed to be a plain foot mat in front of the door. I had been hoping this house belonged to a single woman, but with the evidence before me I knew even before you answered the door that this was a man’s bachelor pad.

I knew this was a wasted effort, but decided “what the hell”. I stood at the stairs leading to the porch and made an effort to smooth out my knee length wrap around black skirt, which wasn’t tight but form fitting. Then I smoothed and tucked in my white silk blouse with a plunging neckline. Next holding on to the stair banister I pulled each of my aching feet out of my strapy black heels and crinkled up my toes working out the kinks in my tired feet. Reluctantly I replaced my feet back into the heels, then pulling my curly brown hair back and the releasing it in a cascade around my shoulders, I started up the stairs.

At the door I held my breath telling myself that this was definitely the last house, and with a large exhale I knocked on the nice oak door. Within a few moments you came to the door. You were an attractive man standing around six foot with salt and pepper hair and a charming quality to your face. You were kind of athletic, but with a little added padding that had developed since, you were long past your high school football days.

I became a little self-conscience because I saw your gray eyes regard my body with much interest; your eyes seemed to take photographs as I stood at your door. Finally, after standing there silent for a bit, looking like a moron, I found my voice, and I gave you my spiel. The whole time your eyes never left mine. You said that you would definitely like to be on my mailing list, so I gave you a catalog so you could search though it’s pages. You found a pocketknife that was silver with an eagle carved on the handle. You told me that your bother had one just like this and you had been looking for one like it ever since and you wanted to buy it from me right then and there. You asked me to come inside the house so that you could fill out my mailing form and write a check for payment of the knife. 

I saw nothing wrong with this, and was quite excited over the prospect of someone purchasing something and also being willing to sign up for my mailing list. You opened the screen door and I had to squeeze past you, since you took up most of the doorway. I couldn’t help it, but as I went inside my body rubbed against yours. I sat down on your couch and crossed my legs, still trying to exude a professional appearance. I noticed your house; it being sparsely decorated, with a few pictures here and there, bits of furniture, but nothing that screamed home décor. I noticed plants on your entertainment center and behind that, not very well hidden, were some porno movies. ‘Typical man’, I thought. Then my attention was drawn to the VCR and sticking out of the tape deck was one of your porno movies. I wondered if you were watching this just as I knocked on your door. Suddenly, I realized your house was really cold, near freezing. I didn’t notice it until the sweat on my body from outside began to freeze. I mentioned the coldness and you told me that you were kind of hot blooded and kept your air conditioner on all the time, running very cold, and that most people complain about how cold you kept your house. 

On this day I chose to not wear my normal push up bra with extra padding. Instead, I had worn my new bra bought along with the suit, wanting every bit of my outfit to be sexy, yet professional. The new bra was basically just nylon material cupping my breasts and didn’t do much for warmth. With the coldness of your house and new material against my nipples, they began to get hard without any control from me. They stood erect, pushing out from the bra and the blouse, and you could clearly see them sticking out from my chest.

You were filling out a check for your purchase and also filling out my mailing list form, which asked you for your name, address, phone number, etc…but also had a space for interests so that I could send you promotional items based on what you might wish to buy. You couldn’t concentrate on the form because you saw my nipples stand out of my shirt. You also couldn’t take your eyes off my long legs. I noticed your stares and became uncomfortable. I began crossing and re-crossing my legs, which of course just enhanced your interest. 

I noticed a sizable tent pushing up in your trousers and my eyes became transfixed on that area. I couldn’t help my stares because I had never turned a man on without actually touching him. You noticed my interest and it was your turn to become uncomfortable. You cleared your throat and attempted to continue to fill out my form as well as your check. Finally, you were done with all the paperwork, and you walked over to me and handed me the check and the form filled out in shaky handwriting.

I bent over, still sitting on the couch and placed the items into my purse. You were awarded with a great view of my breasts incased in a flimsy bra as I rummaged for space in my purse. Your hardness increased, and you felt as if you could explode in your pants. I stood up and you quickly adverted your eyes, but I knew what you were looking at, and that increased my own arousal that began at noticing the tent in your pants. I shook hands with you, thanking you for your business. You held my hand for a moment and asked me if I would be making the deliveries personally. I told you that some deliveries would be dropped at your door by UPS and others might be hand delivered by me, depending on the size of business I have at the time. You thanked me and reluctantly released my soft hand from your firm grip.

I bent over to pick up my purse and briefcase and you got a great view of my ass, as well as the tops of my thighs. You happened to notice that my skirt was a wrap around type, with a great slit on the side. With all of this you could not help yourself and came to me and pressed yourself into my backside. I felt you behind me, your hardness pressing between my ass cheeks. Your hand wrapped quickly around my waist and the other went for the slit in my skirt.

I started to protest, saying that this was only a business call and not a visit for sex, attempting to sound impressive. I felt that my voice sounded more weak than authoritative since I haven’t had sex in a while and the view of the bulge in your pants got me so wet and turned on, that I really wanted this. Yet still I protested, not wanting to fuck someone I had just met, but all my protests halted when your hand inched from my waist to my chest. Your hand went through the neck in my shirt and to the bra underneath and you grabbed the tissue incased in the bra, and I stopped everything with a small moan that was forced out of my lips.

You ran your fingertips over the fabric, making my nipples stand even harder than the cold room had been making them. I braced myself with my hand on your thigh and began to squirm my ass against the bulge in your pants. Your other hand finally was able to find the end of the fabric and actually make contact with skin. You found the mound between my legs and felt some satin panties the same texture as the bra. You traced the outline of the panties, forming a mental picture in your mind. You felt that they are either bikini or high cut brief. You searched for the inner most place between my legs, and began to softly rub my pussy lips through the panties. I relaxed completely and laid my body into yours, my ass still squirming on your hardness. You felt as if you might cum just with my ass squirms, literally creaming your jeans. 

Then your fingers detected my wetness soaking through my panties and your hardness was firmed, with your balls pulling up tight. You attempted to think of what you were doing to me instead of the impending release of your pent up excitement. You pressed your fingers into my panties, parting my lips and rubbed my clit, quickly soaking my panties and plastering them up between my lips. Suddenly, my hand on your thigh squeezed tightly and you felt a shiver run through my body. You fingers started to jig vigorously on my clit, as you wanted to feel me climax violently against you and then, as if you commanded it, an orgasm shook through me, my convulsions quaking through your own body. Then suddenly a great gush of my juices explodes out of my pussy and covered your hand, exciting you even further. 

I was totally at your will, enjoying what you were doing to me and not thinking of anything else. You pulled your hand from out of the slit of my skirt and found the button on the side. You unfastened it and then unclipped the one on the inside. I stood before you in my blouse, panties, nude thigh high hose and heels. You came to me and pulled me toward you, holding my face you kissed me forcefully your tongue snaking into my mouth. My lips wrapped around your tongue and I sucked it into my mouth. You felt as if your cock got any harder that it would explode, and I felt your bulge twitch at my middle. 

You separated from my lips and took my blouse at the bottom and lifted it up over my head. You stood back from me as if you are viewing a piece of artwork, which made me feel a bit uncomfortable. My mind started to become coherent again, wondering ‘what in the hell am I doing with you’. You stopped all train of thought at it’s beginning when you wrapped your arms around my waist and pulled me into you. Your head went down to my chest and you began tonguing my nipples through the flimsy bra. At this point my nipples were so sensitive your actions caused me to swoon. You walked me back toward the couch and I leaned up against its arm. Your leg went in between mine, spreading them, with your knee positioned right at my pussy.

You continued your attentions to my tits, licking the nipples through the fabric of my bra and taking each nipple into your mouth and softly scrapping your teeth on the marble hard mound. I began to feel my orgasm building in my stomach, and I started to gyrate my hips, rubbing my pussy on your knee. You continued to devour my nipples. As my gyrations increased, my hand went to the back of your head, combing the black and gray hairs with my fingers, and I pushed your face into my tits even further. I moaned as you took my nipple between your teeth and give it a good little bite, and then your knee came up and pressed harder into my pussy. 

Your mouth did all kinds of wonderful things to my nipples, taking me to new levels of ecstasy. Your knee pressed harder into my pussy and my gyrations increased until I was writhing in orgasmic bliss. The orgasms took full control of my body, rocketing to the core of me, hitting me with such a force that I let out the most deafening scream that consisted of a series of “fuck me’s” and a few “oh, god, yes!” My juices exploded from my pussy in such an explosive fashion it was as if your leg had been sprayed by a geyser, soaking your trousers from about mid-thigh to mid-calf. 

Once my orgasmic tidal waves began to ebb, you released my nipples from the attentions of your experienced mouth and pulled your knee from between my legs. I collapsed on the arm of the couch, straddling the armrest. I laid back my head against the wall. I was totally disheveled, but uncaring; my white bikini panties laid plastered and soaked with my wetness between the lips of my pussy. The fabric of my bra was drenched in your saliva and you could clearly see all the detail of my dusky, mauve nipples, still taut with the fabric clinging to them. One of my thigh high stockings was rolled down below my knee, the other still in it’s original position on my thigh. My curly brown locks were sweatily plastered to my face. All of this I did not care about because I was in a serene state of satisfied tranquility. I laid my head against the wall and closed my eyes. Through my eyelids I saw a flash in front of me and I opened my eyes to see that you were taking a picture, a Polaroid no doubt. You wanted a memento of this event and that was fine by me.

You told me to get more comfortable, so I scooted off the armrest and on to the couch. You came over and took my left leg and brought it up so it was raised over the armrest. You backed up and took yet another picture of me. I wished to myself that I looked sexier for your picture taking expedition, but I must have been sexy enough for you since you were still sporting quite an erection trapped in your trousers. I thought to myself that I must repay the favor of the wonderful orgasms you had given me and release your pent up energy. 

Still with the camera at you side you walked over to me and I saw that it was not a Polaroid, but a professional camera like the one a career photographer would use, with adjustable lens and all kinds of different settings. I had to wonder as to what you might do with the pictures you were taking of me and worry that I might see them splashed in the middle of Playboy or Penthouse. Then I rethought that notion because I knew neither magazine would take a picture of the likes of me, since I was nowhere near an airbrushed supermodel. 

Then you were there in front of me and you leaned over me, supporting yourself against the wall. All thought was erased from my mind when your lips met mine. Your lips were perfect to me and your tongue did things in my mouth that made my body respond with instant arousal. I thought to myself ‘How is it that a man I have never met before can give me this much pleasure, he is not a friend/lover, not a boyfriend, and definitely not a husband, but yet he knows my body like no one else has before’. 

I almost thought I could cum just from your lips on my lips and your tongue doing the most marvelous dance within my mouth. You wonderful mouth separated from my lips, and you placed kisses all over my face. Then you began to kiss my neck, going back up to gently tongue my earlobe. You went back down my neck, kissing where my neck meets my shoulder, and then you worked your way to the front and kissed the hollow of my throat. Then you went back up to the other side of my neck, stopping briefly to tongue my other earlobe. 

Next you kissed down and over my chest, watching it swell as my breathing increased because your attentions had once again given rise to a passion in me. You outlined the fabric of my bra, with your tongue licking the flesh above. Then I began to fear that you would again begin your attentions to my nipples that were on the brink of become chafed, but instead you softly blew on the still damp fabric, causing the buds located in the center of each breast to become erect once more. You flicked your tongue out at each nipple, causing a shudder to course through my body. 

You then knelt between my legs and begin kissing a line down my tummy, pausing to flick your tongue into my belly button, which elicited a giggle from me. Then you paused as you peered between my legs, your face coming forward to greet the object of you admiration. First, your tongue licked my lips sticking out from the panties, and then you began lapping over the panties between my lips, tasting the wetness still soaked in them. You buried your face into my very wet pussy and began to suck the moisture out of the material. Then you began lapping excitedly, adding your saliva to the wetness covering my panties. Though you loved the look of the fabric clinging to my dripping sex, you decided I needed real tongue to pussy contact.

Just from your licking through the fabric, I could already feel the orgasm that was building in the pit of my stomach closely reaching the surface. I felt you push the crotch aside, and then I felt you pull apart and up on my lips. You then had an unobstructed view of my swollen bud and enjoyed the sight before you as you inhaled deeply, drinking in my fragrance. I was a ball of nerve endings, tingling to every touch. The minute your tongue made contact with my sensitive clit my body began to tremor, and within seconds I felt an orgasm take control. 

My orgasmic waves washed through my body like a nuclear explosion, starting from my center and branching outwards into every inch of my body. My juices exploded forth in a violent gush and drenched you in my nectar. Your face was splashed with my juices and your dress shirt was soaked, causing it to adhere to your broad chest. Your lips attached to my lower lips and began suction, which caused me to climax over and over, with my juices pouring out and into your awaiting mouth as if I was your own personal drink dispenser.

Finally, you released me from your oral torment. I was a heap of goo, feeling thoroughly satisfied from head to toe. I patted the couch beside me and you got up and sat down next to me. You put your hand to my chin and lifted my face to yours. Delicately your tongue came out and licked my lips all around. My hand reached up and I rested it on your chest. But I noticed how damp your shirt was and pulled my hand back for a moment. You removed your wet shirt, tossing it somewhere near my clothes on the floor. 

I snuggled next to you and my head was on your chest in a wealth of salt and pepper hair that matched the hair on your head. We sat there, my hand running over your stomach trailing the hair leading from your chest down into your trousers. Your arm was wrapped around my shoulders and your hand lightly caressed my shoulders and down my arm, then lingered at my hip and toyed with the waistband of my panties. We didn’t talk; what would we talk about; we were still strangers that had just suddenly given in to our urges and nothing more. 

Your other hand came up and began tracing the tissue of breast that bulged at the top of my flimsy bra. Your fingertips sent delicious electric tingles through my body. You caressed over my nipples, causing them to stand marble hard and renewing my arousal once more.

I raised my face up to yours and our lips met with a tantalizing softness. Your tongue parted and twisted with mine. I turned my body into yours as we continued the union of our lips. Your hand slid up my backside to the clasp of my bra. I separated our kiss and got up and threw a leg over yours so that I was now straddling you. You pulled the bra down off my shoulders and down my arm, grazing the bare skin with your fingers and causing goosebumps to break out all over. 

Squeezing tightly to your legs with my thighs I leaned back as you ran your hands from my neck and down the length of my torso. As I was enjoying your caresses I don’t notice that you had picked up your camera. While I was leaning back with my head thrown back and my chest thrust out enjoying your touches, a flash popped in my eyes. My lids immediately opened and I looked into the sparkling gray pools of your eyes and found a hint of amusement there. You were hiding behind your camera with a sneaky smile plastered to your face. 




Door to Door



I saw that you wished to take pictures of me and replace my expression with a devilish look, with one eyebrow cocked up and my lips forming an ornery grin. You quickly snapped a picture of this look, grinning still from underneath your camera. I saw you were still intent on being my photographer so I started to pose for you, throwing my arms out and leaning back as if I was falling. Then I grabbed both of my breasts and pushed them up for you to capture on film

Suddenly, you put down the camera and grabbed me around my waist, pulling me toward you and locking your lips around my nipples. I enjoyed your attentions so much I began grinding my hips on your throbbing erection. Your breathing became ragged and you stopped my movements and whispered into my ear that you’d rather be inside me when I made you cum. 

I quickly jumped off of your lap and removed my panties, pulling them down my long legs. As stood back up after discarding the panties, I saw that you had removed your trousers and underwear very fast, apparently. I supposed that after all this time you were in need of a release quite badly. I couldn’t help but to look at your cock, as it was still rock hard, leaning against your stomach. I was so caught up looking at your member that the flash surprised me once more as you took a picture of me standing naked before you. 

I grinned and proceeded to get down on my knees so that I could pleasure your hard cock with my mouth. You stopped me, grabbing me at the arm. I was confused, but you told me that you just had to feel what it was like inside of me, and that you would love a blow job at another time, but at this moment you just had to be inside of me. 

I didn’t need to be told twice. I’d been longing for the feeling of a nice hard cock inside of me since we’d begun this little endeavor. I straddled your lap once more. You put the camera down and once again paid your attentions to my nipples. As soon as you were busy there, I raised myself up and grabbed your cock, causing you to suck in a deep breath of air, and then I placed it right at the entrance to my eagerly awaiting hole. I lowered myself down on you, enjoying the feeling of a cock filling me completely, fitting like a key fits a lock. I could not help but moan out loud as you finally entered me. I wrapped my arms around your neck and met my lips to yours.

I stayed perfectly still, enjoying the feeling of your cock deep inside of me as our tongues collided and tangled in our mouths. Our lips separated and we made contact with our eyes. I knew that we were both so ready for this, so I grabbed on to the back of the couch and, using that as leverage, pulled myself up and then slammed back down. The feeling of you sliding in and out of me was one that cannot be put into words; it was like walking around empty and then finally being filled. A deep burning desire rose in me and I so bad wanted to fuck you so good that you would swear you’d been fucked every which way including sideways. My gyrations on you began to increase in speed; I came up and slammed back down as fast as I could. I buried my face into your neck and my nipples slid up and down your massive chest. My breathing became ragged and yours was becoming very rapid as well. I felt I would cum, too, and that’s when an orgasm hit me by surprise. I kept riding you as the orgasm shook my body and my pussy released it’s nectar, cascading it all around your cock to make a pool in your lap. When my orgasm seemed to slow, you stopped my movements. You wanted to try another position. 

You asked me if I would let you do me from behind. I am not a fan of the ‘doggie style’ but I was obliging to you since you had given me so much pleasure before and I really wished to repay the favor. I got off you and you lifted yourself off the couch. I got back on, but this time I was facing sideways, grabbing up a throw pillow to support my arms and head on, then spread my legs and put my ass in the air. 

I expected you would be right behind me once I was in position, but instead you were in the middle of the room, poised with your camera, snapping pictures at every angle available. Then finally you got on the couch behind me. I figured you would enter me immediately, but instead I heard the camera go off once more and the flash popped behind me. Then you put the camera on the floor and I felt your hands on my shoulders. You ran you hands down the length of my backside and to my butt cheeks. I felt your fingers glide back and forth over my buttocks and down my thighs again and again. My nerves were once again jumping at your touch, pleasuring me without even touching my most sensitive areas. 

Then I felt your hand on my inner thighs, running up to my pussy and leaving the lightest, briefest touch there, sending shudders throughout my system. Next I felt your hand at the top of my pussy. You had your index and ring finger on my lips and you let you middle finger dip between the folds, lightly tracing up my pussy and then up my ass, with your middle finger lingering in my ass crack as you trailed up to it’s ending.

My body was tense with anticipation waiting for you to do something that would just send me over the edge and beyond. There was rustling behind me as you settled into a more comfortable position, and then I felt your mouth on my ass check, leaving kisses all over my moon. I was certain when I felt your lips lock and begin to suck on my cheek you were leaving your mark of a hickey there, and then again on the other cheek, so that I would have two identical hickies on both cheeks.

Softly you asked if I had ever had anilingus. I told you that I’d had a lick or two down in that area, but never an all out butt licking session. You informed me that I was in for a treat, ‘cause this, as well as oral, is what you were very proficient at doing. I was a little hesitant at anilingus, afraid you might wish to take the licking a step further and go for the cock in the ass routine. I informed you that licking was fine, but nothing else, and you said that was fine by you. 

At first I had my butt cheeks tight, but you softened them up with a couple of arousal heightening caresses. Once you had my cheeks soft and spread you went to town, licking me up and down my crack, enjoying teasing your tongue at my sphincter. As your tongue did things to me I could not imagine, I pushed my ass deeper into your face and enjoyed your talented tongue.

I felt another orgasm building and just then your hand came up and deftly parted my drenched folds and began rubbing my clit. With the motion of your finger and the actions of your tongue, I couldn’t hold on and I came with tidal force, my juices spraying everywhere. You kept up your tongue talents on my ass crack, but removed your finger from my clit. I felt you instead push one finger, then two into my pussy hole. Your tongue kept working as your fingers thrust in and out of me rapidly. I had orgasms coming from everywhere, one was caused by the licks on my crack and the other came from the thrusts of your fingers. I didn’t know if I could take much more of this wonderful, sexually experienced stranger. You were going to seriously wear me out.

Eventually you stopped your erotic licking between my cheeks and let me catch my breath for a moment. Then you asked me if I was ready for the finale. I asked what that would be and that’s when you suddenly entered me from behind, further shocking my system. Your hands grabbed each of my hips and you thrust yourself into me, while at the same time pulling me into you, making your own rhythm. Finally, I got you to release my hips and I slammed myself back into you, matching your rapid movements. 

I felt close to orgasm once again, but not quite yet there. I could hear from your breathing that your climax would probably come any moment now. I reached down to speed things along and started to rub my clit in glorious circles. An orgasm started to rise within me and, between your thrusts and my rubs, I could tell it was going to be a big orgasm, the great mama jama, earth shaking inside and out climax. I began to push back into you with more force and faster. You took my hint and began slamming into me as I vigorously rubbed my clit back and forth in an excited frenzy. I yelled out “Oh God yes!!” Then my body went from this plane to the next. I was on cloud nine, in orgasmic ecstasy, the bliss of pure pleasure that you never want to end. My body shook with such violence that I thought I might end up knocking you off the couch. Wave after wave ripped through me, which translated directly to the muscles in my pussy constricting and releasing around your hard member, causing your own climax to begin to surface.

Our bodies pounded together, our sexes making that erotic squishy sound. Then all of a sudden the dam broke, and my juices streamed forth in such a spray and constriction of muscles that I almost pushed you out, but you had a strong hold on my hips and kept going. Just as my nectar gushed out and everywhere I felt your cock finally release its pent up pressure as it pulsed and exploded, releasing your steaming semen deep into my depths. We came together with upraised voices and shaking bodies, and it was the most erotic experience of both of our lives.

Eventually our orgasmic tides came to an ebb, and then released our bodies from its massive hold. Slowly you pulled out of me and fell back into the couch, and then I got up from my ‘doggie’ position and collapsed next to you. Our bodies were slick with sweat and we were both panting as if there wasn’t enough oxygen for both of us. Finally, we regained our composure but ended up giving into the pure exhaustion of our bodies after being totally drained, and fell asleep against each other. I was lucky that day that I didn’t have any one expecting me or needing me because I had lost all time while I was with you. 

We awoke to a sunrise shinning through the windows. I hurriedly got dressed, embarrassed over spending the night with a perfect stranger, my mind pounding home what had happened the night before. Frantically I left, leaving you in a dumbfounded shock. I arrived home and managed to give myself time to think of what I’d just done. Still, it was like a dream, as though I wasn’t myself last night. 

I rummaged through my bags and found your order and the check and also your request to be on my mailing list. I looked at the paper you had filled out for me and for the first time learned your name, since I hadn’t bothered to ask that question the whole night. After this I immediately got on the computer and sent out an order for your purchase from my catalog. There were two options: I could have it delivered to your door by UPS and not have to return there, or I could have it delivered to my door and bring it over to you personally. I chose the latter, against all better judgment screaming in my head. 

Two weeks later I received your purchase. It was delivered in the middle of the week so I decided to wait until the weekend when again I would have no responsibilities, just in case I lost all track of time with you again. On Saturday I woke up early, but this time I didn’t dress all-fancy. Since I was just making a delivery, I put on some jeans and a tee shirt. I was so nervous when I drove up to your house, but with package in hand; I got out and willed myself to your front door. 

Hesitantly I knocked at your door, which you opened the very instant my hand made contact. The most wonderful smile greeted me when you saw me standing at your doorstep. I attempted to keep things professional, even though it was difficult seeing you standing there in a pair of pajama bottoms with no top. I handed your package and said a few other things about business matters, then you moved in the doorway and I caught glimpse of something hanging on the wall and it piqued my interest. 

I pushed you aside and stepped through the doorway into you house. I discovered that your house no longer lacked in the home décor area, because I found the décor was me. On every wall of your living room were pictures of me, blown up to near life size, beautifully framed, showing me in various states during our night together. I looked at the pictures and, though I believed myself to be rather homely, in your pictures I seemed to jump off the page and just exude sexuality. You had made me look beautiful in the pictures. It was amazing to see myself like that and a little arousing, even if it is a bit narcissistic becoming horny while looking at naked pictures of yourself.

With all of the emotions caused by the pictures themselves, I was also greatly flattered that you would want to hang pictures of me in your living room like great pieces of artwork. Suddenly, I wanted to repay you for everything, repay you for the night we’d spent together, repay for the beautiful pictures that you had taken, everything. I was speechless and didn’t know how to express my feelings in adequate words. Then I looked at you and you gave me the method that was the best way to express myself; I looked down at your pajama bottoms and saw that you were once again sporting a very nice erection. 

I walked over to you immediately and tugged at the pajama bottoms and went down to my knees. Eagerly, I grabbed your cock and wrapped my mouth around it. I didn’t pause to tease or play with you. Instead, I just began to suck with a fervor as if this was the last meal I’d ever have on the face of the earth. I sucked with all the power in my mouth, stroking the length of you member with my lips, which were pressed hard against the sides. You moaned out, which caused me to just go faster and suck harder. I got so excited that you started moving your hips along with the movements of my mouth. With one hand I grabbed onto the base of your rock hard cock and pulled the skin back taut so that every nerve there would jump as my mouth tantalized it with pleasure. Then my other hand went up and caressed your inner thighs until I reached your balls, which I began to squeeze and massage.

I sucked for all I was worth, wanting so much to bring you incredible pleasure at that moment like never before, my hands toying with your balls, investigating and caressing. Then I stroked and played with the area between your balls and asshole, the so-called male g-spot, and for you this did something. You let out a loud moan which bounced off the walls of your home, and then I felt you tense up as you pushed your fingers into my hair. Next your cock jumped in my mouth and sent a spiral of desire through me as it pulsed and exploded your juices, hot and steamy, into my mouth and down my throat. I continued to suck until there was no more to suck and all of your nectar had been drained. When I released you from my mouth, you swooned a bit. The orgasm you had experienced kind of left you seeing stars. 

You walked over to the couch and sat there in a type of stunned silence. Once again realization struck me a day late and a dollar short, and I realized that I’d done it again. Leaving the package, I jumped up and ran for the door, but you stopped me short of pulling the door open. Grabbing me by the arm you pulled me to you. Wrapping me in your arms you pushed your lips into mine. At first I attempted to be resistant, but you soon had my lips soft and pliable. Your soft tongue entered my mouth and investigated each area, then our tongues met and danced together. I was able to get a hold of your tongue between my lips and I sucked it into my mouth, in the same fashion I had just sucked your cock. I separated from your kiss by biting on your lower lip, just a little roughly, but not hard enough to cause damage. Once again I reached for the door, afraid that if I stayed a moment longer I would end up sprawled on you couch buck ass naked.

You asked me to wait as you retrieved your pajama bottoms off the floor and put them back on. Then you walked to the hallway and came back out carrying and envelope, and told me that this was your next order. I looked at it in stunned silence. Taking the envelope, I opened the door and walked briskly for the safety of my car. 

Well, either through stupidity or just the best sexual connection I ever had, I began a quasi relationship with you. Each time you would order something I would deliver the package personally and it was always a day when I had time to devote a full day and sometimes a night to my most important customer. We never really discussed anything, just enjoying each other’s company and each other’s sexual appetite. I knew your name and where you lived and you knew the same about me, but that was all we really knew. The rest we kind of made up in our minds based on assumptions. There was never much talk about anything in general, much less the aspect of a real relationship. It was just a sexual based thing and that was all. Sometimes, when I delivered a package, it was just a mutual oral session, both taking turns giving and receiving. Other times it was a fuck session like our first, or better, and every once in a while it was just having someone to hold and enjoying that and nothing else. 

There were a few times that I met someone and began a relationship and during those periods I would let UPS deliver your packages, and when you kept ordering even though I didn’t show up at your doorstep it made me feel like less of a hooker. So when the relationship inevitably broke apart I was always back at your doorstep when the next package arrived. 

THE END



Door To Door



Virginia tried hard to keep her mind somewhere close to sanity, but it kept bouncing in and out of reality, as if leaping away with each stroke of her husband's hot tongue. She grasped at the pillow beneath her head, and her beautiful, soft mouth formed a single word in the darkness of their bedroom.

"Ohhhhh!"

Leon moved his hungry searching mouth to her breasts. He covered one large nipple with his lips, then slowly moved his tongue around it. He sucked the whole thing into his mouth and then forced his jaws together.

"Oh ... Ahh," Virginia moaned, liking the sensation.

"Ahhh, AAHHH," she moaned as he moved his hot mouth to her other breast and sucked.

Her nipples hardened immediately. She felt as though they were on fire. From somewhere deep inside her a flame flickered ... started ... slowly ... and tried to break out of her body through her nipples. She cried out and moved her head from side to side and his hungry hot mouth kept its relentless sucking and tonguing of her breasts ...

The next morning her mind actually did return to reality. Her husband, her house, her new job. Oh, why was life so complicated? Why couldn't it always be like that wondrous moment of luxurious tit-sucking? Why?

On calm reflection, when she could collect her scattered, chaotic thoughts enough to concentrate, Virginia realized that she had done a very foolish thing. Now she was in a terrified panic, and she didn't know what she would do.

It had been an exhilarating revelation to her that she could overcome her natural shyness enough to knock on doors, present her sales pitch for products, and actually sell them to other housewives. They were biodegradable and didn't contribute to further pollution of the environment: that was the main thrust of all the advertising brochures; and of course, her sponsor, during the course of his sales meetings, was spellbinding on the subject of ecology and how products would help to solve all the environmental ills that faced the inhabitants of the United States, indeed of the whole Spaceship Planet Earth. Virginia found it all so exciting, especially since it made it possible for her to help out financially.

Leon was trying his best to establish his own business. His service station, leased from an oil company, was in a good location, the nearest competitor more than a mile away. It was just off the freeway near a large housing development and a proposed shopping mall, so the potential was excellent; however, fees for business licenses, the cost of stock, utility hookups, and advertising, as well as many other expenses, had eaten up their meager savings.

Leon believed in the American dream of free enterprise, being your own boss, owning your own business and becoming independent. But it doesn't always work that way. It takes money, lots of it, as well as good credit and experience to start your own business, and the neophyte is liable to make costly errors, so even though Leon was working long hours, he was barely breaking even, his take home pay so piddling that two months ago he had been ready to call it quits. About that time Virginia had spotted the ad which described the possible financial gain in selling Eko- Klean products on a part-time basis. The ad was aimed at housewives, and she eagerly showed it to her husband, exclaiming that this was the exact answer to their financial problems. She would hustle around selling Eko- Klean until they were over their financial hurdle and Leon's service station was on a paying basis.

Leon didn't share her optimism. "Look, honey, this is another one of those pyramid affairs, and you don't really start making any money until you're a sponsor or an area supervisor."

Virginia didn't understand it at all, so Leon patiently drew out a chart for her showing how the representatives, who were paid only a small commission on their sales, were the base of the pyramid; the sponsors, in the next echelon above, were paid not only for their own sales but received an override commission on the sales of each representative under them, and above, in the next tier of the pyramid, an area supervisor was being paid an override commission on the sponsors and their representatives. The regional superintendents in the next echelon were making a commission on all those other people below him, and above that ...

"Then I'll become a sponsor!" Virginia declared.

"Great!" Leon told her. "But just remember that the product is probably overpriced! It has to be in order to pay all those commissions!"

She still didn't understand it all clearly, but she went ahead and called Mr. Hartman about it. He came to their home and talked in glowing terms about how much money Virginia could make, especially stressing how the percentage of commission escalated the more a person sold.

"And, of course, you'll want to be signing up your friends to work under you, so that you can become a sponsor yourself," Mr. Hartman had told them unctuously.

Leon had listened patiently, asked a few questions concerning the pyramid sales arrangement, which Hartman had dismissed offhandedly with a remark that it wasn't any different from other forms of marketing; the mark-up was the same, but the sales commissions were distributed differently. Leon was dubious, of course, but Virginia was eager, completely sold on the whole proposition. In the end, she signed up to be a sales representative under Arthur Hartman's sponsorship.

She attended all the training sessions, after which she eagerly began to knock on the doors in their neighborhood. It was slow going at first, then she began to sell and her enthusiasm grew by leaps and bounds. Her first disappointment came when she received her first commission check. It seemed terribly small, considering how much she had worked and the volume of merchandise she had sold.

Leon tried to be sympathetic. He had known what would happen; but he avoided the old saw of I told you so! Instead he suggested, "After you've sold them, sell them again on becoming a representative under your sponsorship. That's where the money is!"

"But I'd have to sign up fifteen people!" Virginia wailed. "I've been working almost every day for a month, and only two people have said they'd do it - and look at this check! I only made twenty-eight dollars!"

"And don't forget that you've bought almost five dollars' worth of that stuff for your own use!" Leon reminded her gently.

"Which means ... that I really only made about twenty-three dollars?"

"That's right, darling."

This is usually the point where people begin to quit. The attrition rate is quite high among people who occupy the lowest tier of the pyramid. That's why recruitment of new representatives goes on relentlessly. They are the roots upon which the rest of the pyramid grows rich; without these little people scurrying about selling the product in their neighborhoods, the giant overburden of the pyramid above them would collapse.

To Virginia's credit, she wasn't a quitter. Having determined that she was going to help Leon achieve his goal of operating a going business of his own, she went right back out, ranging farther and farther in her doorbell-ringing sales campaign. She attacked her job almost as though she were an evangelistic priestess of a cult, the cult of cleanliness whose savior was Eko-Klean.

The credo is beamed every day into forty million television sets and, like it or not, has become a standard for middle-class Americans, who almost religiously use this or that brand of detergent, shampoo, bath soap, cleansing spray; this or that brand of dishwasher, clothes washer, or vacuum cleaner to further ensure the standards of antiseptic and sterile cleanliness laid down for them by the advertising media.

So it wasn't so strange, then, that Virginia Brooks was at such a loss when her washing machine broke down. God! What a rotten thing to have to happen to me - especially right now, when we're so broke! Leon gets his clothes so dirty at the service station, with all that oil and grease, and I have to keep up on all the dirty things in the house ... the bed sheets, towels and the underwear ...!

Leon suggested that she take the necessary things out to a laundromat until he could find the time to take a look at the machinery inside the washer. "One thing I know for sure is that we can't afford to have it fixed, or buy another one!"

Virginia used the laundromat a couple of times but it was time- consuming. Desperately, she figured that at least she should be able to pay for the repairs from her earnings. The repairman came and pronounced it unrepairable, as spare parts for that model were no longer available. "What you ought to do is come on down to the store and take a look at our new models. We're having a sale that'll save you almost fifty dollars if you buy this week!" Of course, he charged her the full price for his service call.

That was the beginning of her foolishness; she did go down to the appliance store, looked at the gleaming new machines on display, and ended up buying one. She paid for it with money she had collected from her customers, money she knew was not hers, but which she felt certain she would be able to replace before having to make her sales report to Arthur Hartman.

And, that was why she was so terrified. Arthur had come around once already, and she had been able to put him off by explaining that she hadn't made all of her collections as yet, that she'd have it all ready for him the following week.

Hartman had been perturbed. "You know, of course, that I can't fill this order for you," he'd told her, waving the order blank, "until I've collected from you for the last one!"

Virginia's heart skipped a beat. She suddenly felt boxed-in. If I can't deliver my orders, I can't collect! And she knew that even on the total of her orders, her commission wouldn't cover the amount she owed Mr. Hartman now. God! What can I do?

She begged him to relent, just this one time, and let her have the merchandise.

Hartman thought about it. His eyes roamed over her, seeing her obvious agitation. Somehow she had mismanaged the company's money. She hasn't admitted it yet, but that's what's going to come out! His deep-set black eyes picked out the full voluptuousness of her proudly upthrust breasts outlined under her housedress, and the swelling curve of her hips that blended into the soft taper of her white thighs, a goodly expanse of which he could see from where he sat opposite her. She had a rather pretty face, too, with wide-set deep blue eyes, a little snub of a nose, and full sensual lips; her teeth were fine, small, white and even, and he couldn't help deciding that she was one hell of a beautiful woman.

Right then, he decided to go along with her imploring request that he extend her credit for another week. Hell! It could be well worth it! His eyes swept over her again, and he knew it would be. In his mind's eye he saw her stripped naked before him, while below his interest was evidenced by the crawling lift of his testicles and the swift pulsating rise to alert erection of his penis. But, I'll wait, damn it! This time next week, she'll have to come up with the money ... or else ...

"Okay, I'll let you have the stuff!" he agreed.

"Oh, how can I ever thank you enough?"

She didn't catch his covert, lewd smile, as he told her, "Save that for next week - and remember that both orders have to be paid for then!"

The week had been hectic for her. She had scurried about madly selling Eko-Klean, and as she added up figures, using all of her commission, she was still one hundred and ninety-eight dollars short.

A frantic call to her parents in Colorado Springs had resulted in a loving but firm refusal. Her folks just didn't have the money to lend her. She knew that it would be out of the question to ask the same thing of Leon's parents, especially without her husband's knowledge, for she had led Leon to believe that she had bought the new washing machine from her commissions. She hadn't exactly lied to him, but she had bent the truth just a little.

Now things were all coming to a roistering boil. Her week was up. She was short almost two hundred dollars ... and Arthur Hartman was due to show up at any time.

Her mind was absolute chaos. She had no idea what she was going to tell Mr. Hartman. She toyed with the idea of leaving the house and not returning until late ... not answering the door at all. ... But, maybe if I just told him the truth he'd let me make it up a little at a time ... God! Things are so mixed up and I'm in a terrible fix!



Door to Door



The two women came to my door, flogging phone plans.

Now it just so happened that I was interested in two thing right then.

One, my current plan had expired and I was intending to change, not being happy with my previous provider.

Two, I was horny.

I invited them in and they introduced themselves as Alice and Kim. I told them I might be interested and they took their time and went over the various plans. There was one there that suited me down to the ground, and I would have been quite happy to sign up for it. It was a medium price plan, well with my intended budget and a nice sale for them. So I stalled.

I nattered on about a cheaper plan they had on offer, obviously interested in it but waiting to see if they'd offer a sweetener.

Sure enough, along it came. "What can we do to convince you to sign off on this plan, right now?"

I glanced at them and then turned away and coughed.

They prompted again, so I told them.

"I probably shouldn't say this, but if the pair of you get undressed I'm prepared to sign right now while you're naked."

There was immediate consternation and some forced laughter. "We don't do business that way," said Kim. "I'm sorry."

But they hadn't gotten up and walked out, either.

I shrugged and smiled. "Who'd know but us?" I said, "but don't worry, let it go. I'll give the matter some more thought."

I rose to escort them out and they hesitated. They wanted the sale, salesmen always itch to get that signature on the dotted line.

"Um," murmured Alice. "We only have to get undressed and you sign? Nothing else?"

"Nothing else," I said, giving them an amused and teasing look. "I just like to see natural women."

Kim and Alice were looking at each other, trying to read each other's minds. Their looks changed to a determined "I will if you will" look and they nodded.

"OK," said Kim. "We'll do it, but no touching."

I lifted my hands slightly and backed away a little. "No touching," I agreed.

So Alice and Kim got undressed, embarrassed but excited, each bolstering the others courage, both of them slightly flushed at their own daring.

Once they were naked I gave them some properly admiring looks and compliments. It was easy enough to do. They were a pair of tasty dishes.

If you care to print out the contract," I said, "I'll be quite happy to sign right now.

They set about filling out the contract details while I continued to admire them. While they were waiting for the contract to print I picked up the spec's for the plan I really wanted. It cost almost twice as much as the first, but it suited my requirements to a T. 

Then while they were gathering up the contract for signing I spoke up.

"Looking this over, I really feel that this higher contract would be better for me. If I'm allowed to just feel your lovely bodies I'll sign for this instead."

They were obviously a bit suspicious now. "You did agree to this contract and no touching," Kim said.

"I did, and if you insist I'll sign right now. I can always upgrade later if required. But I really think that it might be smarter for me to go for this right now instead of testing out the other and having to upgrade." 

I didn't mention the higher commission they'd get from having me sign the higher contract from the start.

There was another exchange of glances between them and a 'what the hell' look exchanged. After all, they were already naked and the sale would be a good one.

Kim spoke up again. She seemed the natural leader of the between them. "OK, you can touch a little," she told me, "but then that is it. We'll need you to sign."

"My word on it," I assured her, moving closer to them.

One hand on each, I ran my hands gently over them, touching their breasts, pussy and bottom. First very lightly, running the tips of my fingers over them, then more firmly letting them know I was feeling and appreciating what they had.

I told Kim to start making the changes to the contract and to print the amendments. She sat at her laptop and started doing this, while I continued to stroke Alice. When Kim had moved over to the table to work on the contract, Alice has hesitated, wondering if she should also step away, but as I had continued to fondle her she had remained still, letting me do as I liked. She was hot and eager, liking the touching. Feeling she was doing something she shouldn't and enjoying it.

Kim printed the revised contract and laid it out for my signature, a trifle suspiciously, I think. I reluctantly stopped petting Alice. Who was now breathing quite hard, and quickly scanned through the contract.

It was just what I required and I signed on the spot, to Kim's audible relief. 

Kim and Alice were now delighted. They had a confirmed sale, quite a good one at that. They started to reach for clothes but I asked them to hold up for a second.

I held up my closed hands and asked Alice to pick a hand. "One of my hands," I said, "has a coin in it. Can you guess which one?"

Puzzled, she picked a hand and I opened it to show the coin.

"Congratulations," I told her. "You win. You're prize is that I will now make love to you."

Alice is easily shocked it seems. "What? Why? No way!" she exclaimed.

"Why is simple. I think you're very sexy and I want you. A harder question surely, is why not? Who'd know but us, after all."

"Kim. She'd be right here watching us."

"Yes, she would. Exciting thought, isn't it."

Kim obviously found the thought exciting, possibly because it wouldn't be her getting screwed. She was flushed and her nipples were erect.

Alice dithered, looking at Kim, who just shrugged as if to say it's your call.

Alice was hot and excited from the petting, but definitely not used to a quicky with a stranger or having sex in front of another person. The whole concept was further exciting her while also making her nervous.

"What happens if I say no?" she asked.

"Nothing," I said. "You already have the contract signed and I have no intention of trying to cancel it. You will note, I hope, that I didn't try to coerce you with the signing of it. No, if you refuse I'll be left lonely and frustrated, but that's all."

Kim and Alice looked at each other again.

"Why not?" said Kim, with a giggle. "You're already naked, hot and ready."

"That's easy for you to say," grumbled Alice. "You won't be the one getting screwed."

"Seeing that you seem to be having trouble deciding," I offered, "I'll start and you can call a halt if you think things are getting out of hand."

I figured that once I started, she would be too embarrassed and interested to call a stop, not wanting to back down in front of Kim.

I started kissing her breasts and touching her up in earnest. It was easy to determine that she was indeed wet and willing, but fighting it. I patiently steered her towards the couch, and soon she was lying on it while I continued to pet her.

I indicated to Kim that she should move closer to the action. When she moved hesitantly towards us I reached out and captured her hand, placing it on Alice's breasts, while my other hand was playing with Alice's pussy, spreading her lips and dipping between them.

With Kim playing with Alice's breasts, I reached up and caught Alice's hand and moved it over to touch Kim's pussy. Alice immediately began playing with it while Kim began gasping.

Wanting some stronger action now, I moved Alice's thighs apart, moving between them. Edging her lips apart I pressed the head of my cock firmly against her and started pushing.

Alice and Kim had both stopped touching each other, avidly watching as I slowly sank into Alice. It was odd, but I noticed that Kim was breathing at least as hard as Alice.

Now that I was safely home, I started driving slowly in and out. Not making a big thing of it, just taking my time and driving deeply. Then I pulled out completely. 

Alice was making little mewing sounds, wanting me back, but instead of returning I reached for Kim and pushed her gently to the couch so she was bent over Alice, bottom up.

While Alice watched, I spread Kim's lips from behind and moved in. This time Alice was the only one watching, while Kim was making little sounds of shock and appreciation.

Deep in Kim, I started stroking her, this time giving her short hard strokes, deliberately agitating her and driving her towards a climax. Which I then denied her.

Pulling out of Kim, despite her vehement protest, I persuaded both women to stand and bend over the couch, bums up.

For the next fifteen minutes or so I played sexual roulette, driving into one of them and stroking them towards a climax and then withdrawing and plunging into the other. The intervals between receiving my cock allowed them to simmer down slightly, while the time spent switching over kept me from boiling over as well.

Finally it all became too much for me, and I plunged deep into Alice for the series of vigorous short strokes that would enable us both to climax, while at the same time letting my fingers take a murderous toll on Kim's clitoris, sending her into a screaming spasm as well.

I thought it only polite to offer to share my shower with them, and after a few minutes of splashing and giggling they were dried, dressed and on their way.

It had been an interesting interlude. 



Door-to-Door Hypnosis



This story owes a debt to JukeBoxEMSCA, and I'd like to take a moment to thank them for their work and for their inspiration. Any similarity between their work and mine should be taken as imitation (aka the highest form of flattery).

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It had a been another long day. Another day of rising early, bleary-eyed and tired, to get to the station to sit on a rocking train wishing he was still in bed, nodding off as the track rolled by. Another day of calls and reports and queries at work, of feeling that it was easier just to sit at his desk at lunchtime and eat his sandwiches there rather than take a walk. Another long train ride back home from London, dozing off sleepily in the carriage. 

Paul had arrived at his home station to find a light drizzle of rain falling. He's walked home as quickly as he could, hoping it wouldn't get any worse and relieved to find it hadn't. He'd slipped out of his coat and shoes and slumped down on the couch, vowing just to catch a couple of minutes of rest before sorting out his food.

When the doorbell rang Paul's eyes flew open. Pulling himself out of his chair he saw on the clock that a few minutes had become twenty, and he felt groggy and muddle-headed. Who the hell was knocking on his door at this time of night? 

He opened the door to find a wet and bedraggled young woman in blouse and skirt almost pressed up against it. She almost fell into him as he yanked the door open crossly before pushing one hand out against his chest and catching herself. Over his shoulder he saw the rain was hissing down more firmly now, bouncing up off the pavement. She had light red hair plastered to her head and startling bright blue eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, pulling her hand back. "I was just trying to catch a bit of shelter..."

"Yeah, uh, no worries," Paul replied. "Uh...what do you want?"

"I'm from HypnoCo and we're doing some door-to-door hypnosis in your area," she said brightly. "My name is Lisa and I'm your registered hypnotician for this area! What's your name?" She held up a business card with a complicated looking logo on it Paul's eyes automatically looked down at it.

"Paul. Um, what? Did you say door-to-door hypnosis?" Paul wondered if he was still asleep and having a particularly odd dream. He looked at the logo, some sort of complicated Celtic knot design, and his eyes began to trace the pattern.

"Yes, and as it's so wet and raining so hard out here would you mind if I came inside to talk about it some more with you? Thank you." She stepped smartly towards him and Paul found himself backing up politely to make room.

"I'm not sure that's such a good idea...I'm kind of busy tonight..." he replied, a little feebly.

Lisa just kept moving forward and to prevent her from crashing into him he was forced to give ground and back up into the living room. "Now, you see, I can identify one way in which we can help you already. You're clearly tired, confused and in need of some help with your confidence." Now there was enough space she moved neatly around him and sat on the sofa, legs primly tucked up underneath her. "HypnoCo runs all kinds of courses, and I bet I could help you within a single session. I mean, look, already you've let me into your house and I've been leading the conversation since we met, with my voice just running and talking over yours without a pause or a break. I can see on your face you're finding it hard to keep up, and after a long day at work I'm sure you're tired and could do with a bit of a break rather than hearing me go on. But despite that, you're not able to ask me to leave, and in fact you're letting me hold eye contact with you whilst I talk and tell you how easy it would be to let me keep going. Why don't you sit her next to me and I'll drop you some more information?"

Paul felt totally lost now. This woman had just marched in and sat on his sofa before he'd had a chance to say anything, and now his head throbbed trying to follow her long sentences. Feeling as though he was missing something important, he shut the front door and crossed the room to sit next to this strange, forceful woman, still holding the business card. The pattern on it still drew his attention, and he thought he could see words hidden within it. 

"That's it, Paul, see how easy it is just to follow my suggestions?" She flashed him a warm smile and leant forwards, getting uncomfortably close. Her wet blouse was clinging to her chest and proving quite distracting as it showed the smooth curve of her breasts underneath. "You'll find the more you listen to me the easier it gets, too, and that's exactly what I'm talking about. I'm here to make sure your life gets easier and simpler, and the best way I know of that is helping you to let go of some of the things that are making your life so difficult right now so you can concentrate on the most important things. Take another look at that card, for instance."

Paul, who had been trying to avoid staring down her top and trying to find room on the sofa that was slightly further away from her without forcing him to fall off the edge of it, glanced down at the logo again. 

"Closer, see how the words are hidden inside?" He bent his head down, feeling the weight of it on his chest. Bringing the card closer to his face, he peered intently at the logo and the loops and whirls that made it up. 

"Now, Paul, you'll see the logo has lots of little details. Keep looking for long enough and you'll start to make them out. Just trace along the lines with your eyes, that's the best way to see. Focus all your attention on the card – we've been very clever in designing it." Lisa's voice was now much less bright and perky, instead dropping to a lower tone and slowing down. Paul's head seemed heavier and heavier as he stared into the logo. The rest of the room almost faded away as he concentrated on looking along the line of the knot. Nothing remained other than the symbol and Lisa's voice.

"Keep looking at the card, Paul, and keep listening to me. It's important that you do what I tell you because I'm going to take everything that isn't important away from you now. It would be good not to have to worry about anything, wouldn't it?"

She wanted him to make some kind of response, Paul realised. The symbol was so intricate, though, drawing his eyes along it. Up, and along, and across, and down, and back round again...Lisa had gone silent, and Paul felt as though he should say something to fill the gap.

"Uh, yes," he murmured.

"Very good, Paul," she breathed quietly into his ear. Paul felt an uncommon rush of pleasure at being told he was doing it right. "Look at the symbol, see it, stare into it, see how the more you look the more detail it reveals, the deeper into it you see the more is revealed. Feel yourself dropping into the symbol, taking away everything else from the world other than it's loops and patterns and the sound of my voice." Paul's eyes were fixed on the symbol now, his breathing shallow and slow.

Lisa's hands began to gently stroke along his head, tracing away tension and pressure as she continued to speak into his ear. "The symbol is growing larger in your eyes now," she husked into his ear, "It's expanding to take your whole field of vision as you drop, drop, drop down into it, revealing more and more detail as it expands past you. All you can see are the loops and patterns, all you can hear is my voice, all you can feel is the gentle touch of my hands taking all your worries and cares away, taking your will and thoughts away, leaving behind only pleasure and obedience. My touch is pleasure, isn't it?"

Paul, barely breathing, barely blinking, said "...yes..."

Her fingers soothed, stroked, massaged his head. "And you like pleasure, don't you?"

"...yes..."

"Fighting the symbol would mean fighting the pleasure, and the pleasure is all you want, so you mustn't fight the symbol, you must only look, and hear, and feel, and obey, obey...obey..."

"...obey..." Paul's eyes drooped shut. He knew there was something badly wrong, somewhere in a distant part of his mind, but it was so hard to think with the hands running through his hair and the symbol all around him, drawing his eyes ever further down. 

Lisa's hands dropped from Paul's head as she shifted closer to him. Reaching around, she began to unbutton his shirt. "Your will is not important. Your choice is not important. Only pleasure is important."

"...pleasure..." Paul repeated back dully.

The shirt came away from his chest and Lisa ran her hands down it, slowly, teasingly. "Feel my hands on you, Paul, feel the pleasure. You want to feel the pleasure, don't you? The pleasure is good, and comes from obeying. Obey for pleasure, Paul, drop deep and feel only pleasure and obedience..."

"...obey..."

"You will is gone."

"...will...gone..."

"Your eyes close."

"...eyes...close..." Even with the darkness of closed eyes, Paul could see the symbol all around him, the endless loops and whirls and patterns and loops and patterns and whirls and lines and circles...Lisa was talking, whispering, instructing into his ear but Paul couldn't hear the words. The words were for him but he didn't need to hear them. He only needed to obey them when told, and do as Lisa said. She had taken away all his worries and stresses, and all that was left was her and pleasure and obedience.

"Open your eyes, Paul," he heard, "And raise your head up."

Light came dimly back into his eyes as they widened. Lisa was now straddling him, naked, her full breasts only inches from his face. Her legs pinned his arms and hands to the sofa, and her eyes looked straight into his. Bright blue eyes, captivating and pure. Her arms were either side of his head, hands clasped behind his neck.

"Do you feel any stress, Paul? Any tension, any worry?" she asked, swaying slightly from side to side.

"...no..." he managed in return, lost in the blue. Somehow, the symbol was inside her eyes, turning and looping and circling and...

"Who am I, Paul?" she asked, leaning right forward so her breath blew softly over his face.

"...Lisa..." he returned.

"I am your Mistress, Paul, your Queen, your Goddess...who am I?"

"...Mistress..." How could he have forgotten? His Mistress rode him gently, swaying and rubbing herself against his chest. Her breasts swung underneath his mouth, and he wanted to kiss them, to suck on them and lick them...he was naked himself, he knew... 

"Who are you?" she asked, kissing him lightly on his mouth. He struggled for an answer. She was Mistress, but who was he? He had a name, he knew, but it was slipping and sliding away...

"You are a toy, a slave, a mindless servant. Who are you?"

"...toy...slave..." She kissed him again, longer this time, and yet her eyes and the symbol were always there, his mind slipping and dropping and finally descending deeper and deeper. 

One of his Mistresses hands slipped from behind his head to between his legs, gripping his cock. He hadn't realised before now, but he was hard, so hard, and he gasped at her touch as the pleasure took him. She wriggled down onto him, took him inside Her and began to ride him in earnest, her slick wetness coating his cock instantly. His breathing began to quicken in response to her movements, and distantly, as if it were happening to someone else, he felt his orgasm begin to build.

"You are mine, toy, your will is mine, your cock is mine, your body is mine...all your life is draining now into your cock and the pleasure it feels, and when you come you will give yourself to me..."

Mistress was panting now, one hand working between her own legs as she pushed down on to him. "You're going to cum in me, toy," she breathed, "You can feel it building, feel my cunt start to contract around your cock, feel the cum rushing out. You want the pleasure of orgasm, you must have it, you must obey your Mistress, you must obey, obey, obey..."

She was riding him into oblivion, he knew. Everything he had, everything that until that day was so important was going to go into her and leave him nothing but a mindless, obedient slave-toy. He knew this. He wanted it. He ached for it. Thrusting back into her, helplessly fucking her back as she rode him, he began to chant softly back to her "...I obey...I obey...I obey..."

"Do you want to cum, toy?"

"...yes...I obey..."

"Do you want to be mine?"

"...yes...I obey..."

"Feel it building within you."

"...yes..."

"Your will has left you."

"...yesssss...yes..."

"Your mind is empty."

"....yesss, yesss, yessssss..."

"Obey your Mistress, cum for me!"

As he exploded inside her, feeling her cunt spasm and contract in return, the toy's head was empty and clear, like the blue sky.

Lisa rode her own orgasm, gasping in joy. Her new toy bucked and pushed underneath her, cumming hard inside her cunt. When the waves subsided, she settled in against his chest and let his arms go free. Her mouth was now resting on his shoulder, right up to his ear.

"Now, toy," she whispered quietly. "Listen to your Mistress, and obey."

"I obey," came the mindless response.

"Here are your instructions..."



Door to Door Prostitution



It was a weekday afternoon and Kenneth was working in the office when the door-bell rang. Jennifer, his wife, hurried out of the kitchen, brushing her fingers through her hair, to open the front door. It was a new job for Kenneth and a new home for both husband and wife in the dormitory town of New Chaldon. They were still making new friends and acquaintances, and for Jennifer, even now, each new knock on the door brought a new surprise. Who could it be? More neighbours introducing themselves? Another local tradesman advertising his services to the newcomers in Kinship Close? Jennifer nervously brushed the traces of flour off her plastic apron and pulled open the door, perhaps a little too hasty in her eagerness, to see who was there to distract her from the tedium of her domestic chores.

"Why! Hello, dear!" said the woman at the door smiling amiably. "Is your husband home?"

"My husband?" wondered Jennifer, scrutinising her caller from top to toe. "No. He's at work. Why? What do you want?"

Jennifer wasn't sure she'd managed to disguise the hint of hostility in her voice. Who was this slut asking for her husband? And slut, she was sure, was exactly what this woman was, with her huge bosom heaving out of her tightly strapped top, almost all of her chest on display. And those clothes! No decent woman would wear such a tight short shirt, such tall tottering stiletto heels, fishnet stockings and suspenders. Nor would they sling their handbag over their shoulder in such an aggressive fashion.

The woman smiled, her red-rouged lips cracking the thick layer of make-up on her face, the eyes startlingly painted, the eyebrows plucked to the width of a pencil-line and her hair wild and bushy and pinned in place. 

"Well, it's really your husband I'd like to see, dear, if you don't mind," the woman continued. "I'm sure you won't mind me saying that the services I offer are far more likely to be of interest to him than to you. Though I can assure you that the services I provide are truly of the highest quality. And I offer discounts to my regular customers. Anyway, here's my card. He can call me any time. I've got voicemail."

With that, the strange woman handed Jennifer a printed business card, smiled again, and then spun round on her teetering heels and strode off. Jennifer studied her buttocks shifting up and down in an awkwardly provocative manner as she marched along the sidewalk, past the low hedges that kept dogs off the front lawns and in front of the fire hydrant just two houses down.

Jennifer frowned and then turned the card around in her hand. "Cherry Bangle. Clean and Cheerful. What Every Man Needs to Spice Up His Life. Will Visit at Times to Suit." And at the bottom was an e-mail address and mobile phone number. At first, Jennifer was inclined to crumple the card into a ball and throw it in the waste bin, but she decided against it, and placed it instead on the long shelf that lined the hallway, just between two tiny statuettes of jolly-looking hedgehogs dressed like country yeomen.

"You'll never believe who called today!" Jennifer announced to her husband when Kenneth was seated at the dining table with his supper in front of him: steak casserole, boiled potatoes, carrots and peas, with a side salad. 

At first Jennifer wasn't sure he did believe her as she recounted the story of the strange visitor, in her outrageous outfit, displaying no shame at all, the hussy, a prostitute selling her wares as if they were nothing more than vacuum cleaner attachments or Tupperware dishes. 

"Door-to-door prostitution?" Kenneth mused. "I'd heard something about that at work. And you say she left a card?"

"Yes, she did!"

"And did you throw it away?"

"Well, nearly. I should have done that, I know, but I was so surprised by the cheek of it, I kept it in the hall."

"Well, let's see it, love!"

Jennifer smiled. "Of course, dear," she said, thinking this was a rum kind of joke for a married couple to share. 

She wiped the corners of her mouth with a serviette, lifted herself up out of her seat, the hem of her skirt falling down below her knees, and strode into the hallway, returning with the card.

"Cherry Bangle?" Kenneth remarked. "Typical whore name. Like Kitty Sprinkle or Goldie Delight or Ember Diamond. So, what did this prostitute look like? Did she have large breasts and long legs?"

"Yes, she did," Jennifer replied, recalling her husband's taste in a woman's figure that she had no chance of rising to. Her own breasts, while not very small, were nonetheless smaller than average. Her legs were decidedly very average indeed, with thick ankles that definitely broke up the curve that traced from the top of her thigh to her toes. 

Kenneth carefully placed the business card in the top pocket of his shirt.

"You aren't keeping the card, are you?" asked Jennifer in alarm.

Kenneth smiled. "I don't see why not. This Cherry Bangle sounds like a delightful woman from what you say."

"But she's nothing but a cheap tart."

"Well, I doubt whether she'll be especially cheap, Jenny, but I'm sure she'll be worth checking out. Especially if, as it says on the card, she'll spice up my life."

"She was really the commonest kind of slut you've ever seen!"

"I'm sure that's not true, love. There are some pretty common kinds of sluts plying their trade in New Chaldon, I can tell you. And anyway, if she does visit, it'll save me the trouble of going to the brothel on the other side of town." Kenneth smiled again. "Oh, Jenny! Don't look so down in the mouth! At least, you'd know who it was that I was having sex with."

Jennifer nodded, and then cleared away the plates to wash in the kitchen. This was a part of married life they'd never told her about when she was a young lady waiting for a date and Kenneth became the man in her life. Of course she knew now, as did every one of her married woman friends, that all men were like that. It was just something you had to accept. Especially if a wife wanted to maintain a happy family. At first, it had come as a shock to Jennifer when she discovered that Kenneth regularly slept with prostitutes whenever he was away on business trips. The other wives assured her this was natural for men. They were always like that. It was just what men were like. She had no choice: like it or lump it. 

Up till now, there had always been some pretence of a distance between her husband's whoring, often accompanied by his work colleagues, and his domestic life, where he was a keen gardener and an enthusiastic DIY-er. But Jennifer had been told that just as one's own sex-life with one's husband became less and less regular, having become as rare an event as those bouquets he occasionally snatched from the florists by the bus station and brought back for her, so too would his liaisons with prostitutes become more frequent. 

Jennifer stood by the kitchen sink, her plastic gloves protecting her fingers from the sting of the detergent, washing the dishes clean of the traces of food she'd so lovingly and dutifully prepared. It was so unfair! If she'd ever chosen to have sex with anyone other than her husband, she would instantly be shunned by her neighbours and friends, and might even face the collapse of the marriage she'd worked so hard toward making a success.

The next time she saw Cherry Bangle it was at an appointed time. Jennifer was rather disappointed to find that the girl was punctual, almost to the second. She stood by the window, watching the whore stub out with the toe of her pointed stiletto shoes the cigarette she'd been smoking before she strode up the drive. 

Jennifer opened the door.

"Why hello, Mrs Jackson," the prostitute said cheerfully. "Is your husband ready?"

Jennifer nodded her head. She was too embarrassed to say anything.

"So where is the lucky man, love?"

Jennifer found her voice. "Our bedroom. Up the stairs. Top of the landing. First door on the right."

"Right! Great! Thanks, Mrs Jackson," Cherry said, passing Jennifer by in the hallway and ascending the carpeted stairs on her tottering heels, leaving coin-shaped indentations where her heels had trod. Jennifer watched the woman turn at the landing and then push open the bedroom door.

"Hello, Ken, sweetheart!" Cherry said, in far too cheery a voice for Jennifer's sensitivity. "So, what's it going to be?"

And then the door closed behind her, and Jennifer didn't hear whatever it was that her husband had answered. But as much as she wanted to blot out of her mind any awareness that her husband was currently enjoying carnal relations with a prostitute, as she sat in the living room, watching a Saturday afternoon soap opera, she could still hear the unmistakeable cries of a woman in apparent sexual ecstasy. And weren't those also the grunting, snorting sounds of her husband following a very similar rhythm? And the bed-rest was definitely thumping against the wall in a correspondingly regular fashion.

Eventually, Jennifer's hour of purgatory and Cherry's agreed duration of service were over, and she heard the prostitute descend the staircase after making her (far too amorous) goodbyes. The door closed behind her and Jennifer drew in a deep breath. At least that was over!

It was half an hour or more later when Kenneth finally made his way down to the living room. He was dressed only in his vest and white boxer shorts, his feet bare and his legs hairy. He slumped in his sofa and, without checking whatever it might be that Jennifer had been watching on television, picked up the remote and switched it over to a sports channel where a game of baseball was in full swing.

"Damn! She was good!" he exclaimed, with a broad unapologetic smile.

"Was she, dear?" asked Jennifer anxiously, rather hoping he might yet express a quite different opinion.

"She was damned good! You don't find girls as good as her at Miss Pussy's very often. If ever at all! In fact, I think even the girls at the Metropolitan aren't up to her standards!"

"Did you enjoy yourself, dear?"

"Yes, I did. And I'll make damned sure I see her again. I can see that Cherry Bangle will be a frequent guest to the Jackson household."

"Will she, dear?" asked Jennifer, who'd been rather dreading that resolve. But as she was able to observe, it had been a long time, if there had ever been a time at all, since Kenneth had expressed nearly as much enthusiasm for his lovemaking with his wife as he was now expressing for his whore.

And so it was that Cherry Bangle became a regular visitor to the household maintained by Jennifer's labours with the duster and vacuum cleaner, and paid for by the issue of her husband's labours in the office. In fact, it was every Saturday at two in the afternoon and every Wednesday at eight in the evening. These were appointments that Jennifer rather dreaded and her husband so obviously looked forward to.

Cherry would arrive, her cigarette stubbed out before opening the low front garden gate, and smile amiably at Jennifer who opened the door, before ascending the staircase to accompany Kenneth who'd be waiting impatiently for her in the bedroom. And then the two of them would have sex, noisily, undisguisedly, and sometimes for rather more than the scheduled one hour. And when Cherry finished, she'd be down the stairs, perhaps smoothing her tight skirt or adjusting the bosom just about held in place by her skimpy top, and out of the door, perhaps to see another client.

Jennifer wasn't at all sure she ever wanted any words to pass between her and this slutty whore. Those words she did say were as polite and restrained as she could let them be, but Cherry was far more affable. 

"Nice weather, isn't it?" she'd say. "Are you going to do some gardening? Those geraniums you've got are fantastic!" Or she might comment on how well Jennifer had her hair cut: "You must give me the name of your hairdresser!" Or compliment her on her dress sense: "That's an Agnes B, isn't it? Or is it Christian Dior? What really? Neither of them! I wouldn't believe it possible!" Or she might remark on the care Jennifer had taken on the house: "Goodness! This place is spotless. And you do it all yourself!"

And then Cherry would continue on her way, either up the stairs to commence fucking her husband or down the garden path to where she would light her cigarette, occasionally turning her head to wave goodbye to the window of the bedroom above, where no doubt Kenneth was also watching the slut leave.

Despite the fact that Cherry's very presence was a very real affront to her, Jennifer actually found herself rather liking the girl's compliments and the way she smiled at her in such a friendly manner. Her friends, whom she might meet while shopping in town or at whose homes she might visit for an hour or so in the afternoon while their husbands were at work, were usually so tired and complaining, often taking the opportunity of their encounters merely to unload onto Jennifer a litany of the trials their children had at school or to boast about their husbands' achievements in the world of salaried professional employment. Never once would they broach the subject of the whores their husbands regularly entertained and who, for all Jennifer knew, could include Cherry Bangle. Conversation would tenderly step around the one taboo subject that caused her friends to pity her so much.

"Where are your children?" one neighbour asked once when they'd hardly got to know each other at all, sitting in the living room surrounded by plastic toys and two crawling toddlers. "Are they at school? Or do you send them to a play group?"

Jennifer lowered her head, the shame of her barrenness humiliating her. "I don't have any children," she confessed in a low voice.

"No children!" her neighbour exclaimed, studying Jennifer carefully. "Oh well! You don't want to know what a trouble they can be! Why! Jimmy here… The problem we had getting him a place at the nursery!"

But however amiable Cherry might be, Jennifer wasn't at all sure she liked to be reminded in such a regular and blunt way the extent to which Kenneth felt it was necessary to go elsewhere for the pleasures that properly a wife should provide for her husband.

"I don't like your whore visiting you here!" she bravely asserted to Kenneth one evening over supper. There! She'd said it!

Kenneth raised his head from his meal, a boiled potato pronged by his fork. "So, you'd rather I visited her? That costs more, you know. Why don't you want her to come here?"

"It's not decent! It's not right! It's not how it ought to be!"

"It's how it is with a lot of the guys at work, Jenny dear. In fact, Patrick has two or three different girls see him a week. And his wife doesn't complain."

"I don't care. This is our home. Our matrimonial home. I don't clean, dust and tidy it just for you to make love to a shameless slut. It's not decent!"

"Jenny. We don't have children. It's not as if we're trying to protect them, is it? Perhaps if you'd been able to bear children, it'd be different. But there's only the two of us. And it is a man's prerogative to have sex when he needs it. Just as it is a wife's duty to honour and obey her husband."

Jennifer lowered her head. She knew she was defeated. 

"And anyway, Jenny, making love is thirsty work. I've been meaning to ask. Could you bring in a tray of wine and some biscuits about half-way through? Say about half two if it's a Saturday. Just leave the tray. It's the least we can do for our guest."

Jennifer gasped.

"You want me to come into the bedroom while you're… you're… having sex with another woman and leave you something to drink?"

"Just a couple of glasses, love. White will be fine. We've got some Chardonnay. That's what Don at work insists from his wife. Only, being the boor he is, he'd rather have beer than wine. Though a Bud or a Miller Lite mightn't be a bad idea on a hot day!"

Jennifer was resigned to her duty. And so it was that the coming Saturday, she drew a deep breath at the bottom of the stairs, the clock having passed the half past two mark, and ascended each step very carefully and cautiously, carrying a tray, one of their wedding presents, on which she placed two glasses of Dry White wine and a selection of twiglets in a bowl.

Each step was an agony, each step just one more towards the scaffold, while the sounds coming from the bedroom got ever louder and ever more distinct. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she could hear her husband grunt. "Urrgghh! Ahhhh!" came the corresponding cries from Cherry Bangle.

Jennifer pushed open the door, mechanically strode across the bedroom and placed the tray on the dressing table on the other side of the room from where her, their, marital bed was occupied by her husband and his whore, and then, with the same mechanical efficiency, strode back out of the room.

Once she'd pushed close the door to her bedroom, she was able to experience again in her memory what she had seen and had tried to blank out of her mind while placing the tray so carefully beside her porcelain ornaments on the dresser, and just by the chair where Cherry Bangle had tidily laid out all her clothes with the exception, Jennifer couldn't help noticing, of her fishnet stockings and suspenders.

And on the bed itself, where almost all the sexual passion of her life had been enacted in steadily decreasing regularity over the years, that was where Kenneth, her husband, was thrusting his naked buttocks, his testicles flopping with the same rhythm as his coital thrusts, into the space between two parted legs. But as Jennifer noticed with horror, the orifice into which her husband's penis was penetrating and about which he never ceased to grunt "Fuck!" as he did so, was not the orifice whose counterpart was the only one of Jennifer's to have experienced Kenneth's thrusting member, but the anus, an orifice in Cherry Bangle that seemed much larger and much more capacious than Jennifer could imagine an anus ever being.

Jennifer hurried down to the living room, sat down on the sofa and stared at the Constable reproduction on the wall above the fireplace. And, at last, when the horror of her thoughts became too insistent, she burst into tears, sinking her head into her outspread fingers and feeling the warm salty drops seep through, wetting the gold of her wedding ring as they did so, and dripping onto her chin and kitchen apron.

This was how it was to be from now on. Jennifer would meet Cherry at the front door, still amiable and cheerful, either asking questions about domestic matters or complimenting Jennifer on her dress sense. Then after a half hour or so, Jennifer would bring a tray loaded with wine and nibbles into her bedroom, all the while aware that next to her there was the sight of her husband being fellated by the woman who'd been so genial to her earlier. Or of Kenneth fucking her hard and hard again in the arse or in the vagina. Or even of him fucking his whore in the mouth with the same violence he fucked her lower orifices. And from the two of them, but especially from her husband, she would hear the most profane and obscene language. And then later, cordially and even cheerfully, Cherry would say goodbye to her on the doorstep, sometimes hovering just that little bit longer so she might take down the particulars of a shop where she could avail herself of something about Jennifer's home or person that she had taken a liking to.

And then, one day, Cherry arrived on a Wednesday evening when Kenneth was away at a conference, but one hastily convened and for which it had all been rush rush rush the day before in packing his suits and ties into his cases.

"Hello, Jenny sweetheart. Gosh! Those shoes of yours are lovely. Quite the thing! They're not Gucci are they?"

"Er… no, they're not!" admitted Jennifer, flattered despite herself.




Door to Door Prostitution



"Well! They're excellent copies if they're not!" Cherry smiled. She tilted her gaze up the stairs toward the bedroom. "Kenny waiting for me, I guess."

"No, not today," said Jennifer, perhaps unable to totally disguise her glee, although for all she knew her husband was probably at this minute fucking some whore he had met at the conference hotel. "He's away. He won't be back till Saturday."

"Saturday, eh? Our next appointment. And he was my last for today! Well, that's a disappointment!" 

"I suppose you'll just have to go home," Jennifer remarked.

Cherry smiled again. "I guess so. Well! It's quite a way and I'm tired. You couldn't let me stop for a cup of tea or coffee first could you? I'm quite tuckered out! It's been a long day!"

Jennifer's initial reaction was to say "No! Go away, you thieving whore! You steal my husband's affection and now you want his fucking coffee!" But these were not the words she said. Instead, she smiled in return and said "Well, all right. I was just putting the kettle on anyway."

Cherry followed Jennifer down the hallway into the kitchen. She whistled as she entered, supported by tottering heels, and the definition of her long legs and bosomy body silhouetted against the doorway. "Phooee! This is one smart kitchen!"

"Haven't you seen it before?"

"No. Not at all. All I've seen of your home is the bedroom. And then mostly just the bed. But that's the case with most of my clients."

"Is that so?" wondered Jennifer politely, filling the kettle from the water filter and then clicking the switch so the red light shone. "Do you have many clients?"

"Mine's a busy trade, Jenny love," Cherry admitted, sitting down on the stool. "I have two or three from this close alone. And there's more than a dozen from Kunley Crescent. And there's all the more casual trade I get. Sometimes the phone never stops ringing!"

"And are they all men like my husband, your clients?"

"Like your husband? I guess so. A lot of the regulars are professionals or executives. But it's all sorts really."

"And have you been a… been a… have you been working as a… for long?"

"What? As a sex worker? Quite a while, love. I used to work as a secretary. Some kind of insurance or loan business. But after my husband left me, well I just didn't make enough to cover the bills. You know. Way it goes!"

"And my husband… I mean… what is it…?"

And then Jennifer paused. What was she trying to say? What was the question she wanted answered? She busied herself by spooning some granules of coffee into the mugs she'd taken out of the kitchen cupboard.

"I'm sorry, Jenny sweetheart? What did you ask?"

Jennifer turned round to face Cherry who, for a change, did not have a broad smile across her face. In fact, it was an expression of genuine concern. At this sight and also at the thought that normally at this time, Jennifer would be preparing a tray to take up to the bedroom, something snapped inside her. The coffee jar, whose lid she had just secured, dropped out of her hand and bounced on the spongy kitchen tile, while her face, rather less resiliently, cracked and shattered into countless fragments of misery. She stood there, in the kitchen, by the boiling kettle, her face a disintegrated mess of tears, her hands uselessly dropped to either side.

It was Cherry who took Jennifer in hand, after kicking off her stiletto heeled shoes, and guided her out of the kitchen, one arm around her shoulder and the other gripping Jennifer's arm. And then sat her down on the sofa where Jennifer had intended later to watch a series of situation comedies, quiz shows and soap operas, and let the housewife lean her head, her permed hair crushed to one side, on her bosom, while gently stroking her shoulder and back. All the while, Jennifer just sniffed and wept, her voice too sunk inside her to come to the surface. Cherry, meanwhile, said nothing at all except the occasional "There! There!" while her client's wife buried her cheek into Cherry's warm chest.

It must have been ten minutes or more before Jennifer regained enough sense of propriety and consciousness to utter, again and again, as if it was a mantra: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" And all the while, Cherry made only soothing noises and stroked Jennifer's hair, neck and shoulder as one might a crying child.

Then she said: "It's not you who should feel sorry, Jenny dear! What have you ever done to be sorry for?"

"Why? To be like this… to be crying… to be…"

"You have every right to cry, sweetest. It's your husband who should be sorry. Like all my married clients should be. It's a crying shame what they put their wives through!"

"But it's you who…"

"If it wasn't me, love, it'd be someone else," Cherry remarked with just a hint of bitterness in her normally sunny voice.

Jennifer rested back on Cherry's bosom. Hearing someone, anyone, for the first time, express thoughts so much like her own, began to dry her tears in a way a handkerchief could never do, not by soaking up the flow, but by damming its source. 

"You're a very pretty lady, Jenny," Cherry remarked after a while. "You take so much care and attention of yourself. You have a sweet face, a sad little smile and you have a trim body under your skirt and blouse."

"But my ankles…"

"Your ankles are nothing. Your husband doesn't appreciate the beauty he has at his disposal all the time, but instead contents himself with a woman like me, who in a single day will have sex with a dozen or more men like him. Isn't there something wrong there?"

"A dozen or more men…?"

"At least! I never keep count. Too depressing. What you need is someone to make you feel loved. Someone who will make you feel treasured."

"But where can I find that? If not with my husband, who with?"

"Jenny! Do you need to ask? I'm free at the moment. Your husband was to be my last client for the day. If you like, I could give you the affection you seek?"

Jennifer's head rose abruptly, but she didn't struggle to free herself from Cherry's arms. 

"Are you suggesting that you…? That you and I…? That we…?"

"If you wish, sweetest."

"But that's perverse! That's disgusting!"

"It is rather less disgusting and perverse than what I often do, love. I can assure you of that."

"But am I supposed to pay for it? Like my husband?"

"Pay for it? Well, of course. It's what I do for a living. But I charge my lady clients substantially less than my gentleman ones."

"Lady clients?"

"Of course! Ladies want love as much as men. What do you think?"

"I don't know! I don't know!"

"I'll tell you what, Jenny sweetheart," smiled Cherry lifting Jennifer's face up towards her own and gazing into her eyes with what was clearly a practised eye, "You being in so much distress and your husband being such an unreasonable sod and you being so kind to me all these times I've visited, bringing in that tray of wine and nibbles, and you being, after all, such a very attractive woman, with such a narrow waist and such an exquisite swan-like neck…"

Jennifer felt weak under the gaze and under the shower of words. She smiled at Cherry despite her reservations about her propriety, her emotions and her duty to her husband, and let Cherry grasp her head behind her ears and under her perm.

"…and you having such very very pretty knees that pop out beneath your dress, and such elegant feet with painted toes which demand to be sucked and such straight white teeth, and such bright shiny blue eyes, and having the personality and radiance of an angel…"

Jennifer's heart beat harder and more insistently inside her breast as Cherry leaned closer and closer, the words coming out like warm breezes of comfort on the face, seeing for the first time the hints of freckles around Cherry's nose, that one of her lower front teeth was slightly chipped and that her chin was pointed with a slight dimple…

"…and such a beautiful and attractive woman such as you. Why! The first time will have to be free!"

And with that the two women's faces met at the lips, their hands grasped each other's arms and legs and their breaths came out equally short and urgent.

"I don't usually kiss my clients!" Cherry announced, before doing precisely that to Jennifer's lips.



Door To Door Sales



As a self employed businessman I have the luxury of sleeping in from time to time and making my own schedule. I like to hang out in the morning and watch the news, surf the net, etc. Of course most mornings turn in to a quick porn site for some pictures and stories. The day in question is one of those days with a twist.

I am a happily married single man with a gorgeous wife (5'3" 125 Blonde and very sexy!) that tolerates my sex drive and desire for extra curricular activities. While she has played in threesome & foursomes before and enjoyed each it each time, she isn't in to it as much as I am. The only rule I share with my wife is that neither of us will ever pursue a relationship of any kind (other that friends) but we are free to act on any spontaneous situation that may occur. It is my belief that life is short and marriage is a way to share a life together and be icing on the cake. Marriage should not restrict your sexuality but enhance it. I can honestly say that while I enjoyed a lot of good sex before marriage, I have enjoyed even better sex afterwards. Both with my wife and with the occasional extras we me have.

This particular story is about one of those unforeseen unplanned things that doesn't even sound believable, but it is. Here is what happened.:

I was sleeping in late after my wife left for work and had just woke with a raging hard on that needed relief. I pulled out a good magazine read a little story, saw a few hot pictures, and otherwise had a good fantasy. I then got up jumped in the shower and got ready for a normal day at my home office. 

I was just getting out of the shower when my three dogs started going crazy at the front door. I hurried up and threw on a towel and ran to the front door. I looked threw the peephole and expected to see the occasional door to door sales person. What I saw was a gorgeous little lady with short cut offs and a tight fitting tanktop. We have a no soliciting sign on our door so I asked what she wanted and she said was selling magazine subscriptions. This is where I made my error in judgment that would cost me later.

Being a good looking young lady and me being fresh from the shower and a morning orgasm, I told her to wait a second while I threw something on. I quickly returned to the front door with only my boxers and a smile. I put the dogs out back and invited her in. If I thought she looked hot through the peephole, I was blown away as she walked in and made her self at home. This was a take charge kind of person if ever I saw one. She rushed in to our foyer which is where my office is located and quickly grabbed a seat and told me she was hear to make me an offer I couldn't refuse. She sat in my chair crossed her legs and told me that she sold 50% discounts to all major magazines. I told her that I was a publisher of a magazine myself and I already subscribed to everything under the sun pertaining to my line of work. But since she was making this interesting and telling me certain publications were actually 66% off, I asked if she had any diving magazines. She quickly pulled out her list and showed me what she had. I saw one I didn't have and told her I would take a one year subscription. I started writing the check and she started the flirting.

Are you sure you only want one? Can't I interest you in anything else? Surely there is something I have that would interest you? She was now doing the hair flips, head tilts, and otherwise flirting gimmicks. And yes, they were working. There I sat in my boxers still having slightly wet hair from the shower starting to get a hardon realizing the situation I was in. This cute little young thing was coming on to me. I asked her what else she thought I might like and she told me, well I don't know, anything at all! Then she said that she really didn't want to be selling magazines, she was only doing it for extra money during the summer before college started. She said she was drifting with a traveling group and would love to settle down to office work if I had anything for her. She said all she wanted was a bedroom and spending money and she would do anything I wanted.

After hearing this and having a fully erect cock jetting out in front of me, I told her to follow me to our spare bedroom. I showed her the room and told her I couldn't guarantee anything but if my wife agreed, this is where she would stay. She said it would be perfect and jumped on the bed and quickly stretched out saying she wanted a nap now to test it out. I told her she was more than welcomed to take a nap because I had some work to do. She said she wanted to help me if she could because she wanted to show me how good she was so I would want her to stay. So she suggested that she show me her computer skills and then she would take a nap.

She quickly showed me her proficiency in all the basic applications and explained how charming she could be for sales or conventions. She was right, here I was considering her for something I would have never done if she wasn't so cute and personable. At 18 years old (I was 25 at the time), 5'7', 130 Lbs., with straight brown hair, and a tanned hard body, this woman was a head turner. Personable and flirtatious to boot.

She quickly turned around from the computer and faced my crotch to tell me that she thought she would like working for me. She said she would do anything to get the job, anything at all. She then turned back around and started typing a letter. She was typing questions very quickly saying see how well I type?

This is what she was typing:

Dear Mr. X, do you find me attractive and do you think I could help your business grow?

Do you like my shorts how they hug my butt?

Would you rub my shoulders while I type so I can continue?

That feels good. Doesn't my body feel good to you? I work out a lot and like to run every day. You should feel my legs.

I was getting extremely hard knowing were this was going. She then spun back around and pushed me back slightly and held up her legs and told me to feel her legs. She wanted me to feel how muscular they were and how smooth since she shaved this morning. I couldn't resist and started to feel her legs as she held them together and then slowly let me separate them to reveal her tight little crotch, barely concealed by her short cut offs. Then I saw a flash of pink and stared right in to her crotch. She looked down and blushed saying that these shorts had a rip but most people didn't notice because of where the rip was located.

While looking down at her crotch she said she liked wearing these shorts because they rubbed her in a very comfortable way. Then she reached down and touched herself through her panties and pressed her fingers against her pussy. She looked up at me and asked if she could go take that nap now because she was starting to feel very horny.

I led her down the hall and told her to make herself at home. Following her down the hall with a raging hardon was embarrassing because I was starting to leak precum and it was showing. When she sat on the bed and faced me she noticed my wet spot and asked if I was OK. She said it looked like I needed some help and asked if she could see what was the matter.

I walked over to her and stood before her. She grabbed my waistband and said that she would take a quick look and see if everything was OK. She gently grabbed my raging hardon and stroked it gently feeling its length and bending closely she put her mouth on my boxers and blew her hot breath on my cock. Then she looked up and said "I think I know what is wrong with this, can I take a closer look?" I told her to fix it because it was starting to hurt.

She eased my boxers down and let my cock slap her in the face as she pulled them down. Wow, this does look like it needs immediate attention she said. She quickly took all 7 inches in her moth and started moaning like a bitch in heat. This girl knew what she wanted and she was going to get it if she had to suck it out of me.

She lifted her head and asked if she was doing a good job. I told her it was outstanding. She said she told me she was good and that she was just getting started. From there she went back to sucking and stroking my cock. I was in heaven running my fingers through her hair and moaning that she did seem pretty good at what she did.

She said that she hadn't had any cock since last night and that it was only a pity fuck for one of the guys she was traveling with and that she needed some real meat now. She said her sex buddy from the night before had a 5 inch cock that she couldn't even hardly feel. I am 7 inches and thick so I was looking forward to stretching this young thing as much as possible.

She pushed herself back on the bed lifter legs straight up and told me to pull her shorts off. Once I got them down her legs she was left in her tanktop and neon pink g-string. She quickly pulled off her top revealing a perfect little pair of titties. I like firm tits and this little lady was just more than a mouth full. I jumped on top of her and immediately went to town on her nipples. Sucking and biting, switching back and forth from left to right. She was starting to moan loudly and asking me to taste her cunt. She said she had been dripping since she got to my house and needed some relief. I immediately worked my way down her very tight abs down to her neatly trimmed bush. She had a perfect little landing strip and I quickly dove in to her little honey pot after pulling her panties to one side. I must admit I haven't had a pussy like that in a long time. Sweat and tight like nothing you ever seen. I must have ate her for 15 minutes straight before she was demanding to be fucked. She was so wet I was sliding my tongue all over the place.

I sat up removed her panties and told her we would see if she could handle the load. She said she would try her best and grabbed for my cock trying to pull it in side her. I jabbed her with one long stroke and hit bottom. She screamed so loud I thought I had hurt her but she insisted it was all pleasure. I sat there for a moment and just felt her pussy clamp on my cock. Her pussy was actually having spasms trying to accept my size. I was loving this.

She smiled at me and said that she hoped my wife would like her because she wanted this job. She said she would eat my wife's pussy right now if she were here. My wife loves a god pussy eater and would probably like this one if I could break it to her in the right way.

I started a good slow rhythm and she started moaning with her eyes closed just feeling the pleasure. She started talking to me to get me going faster, saying that she wanted to eat my wife now while I fuck her. She wanted to please her so she could secure this job. She wanted to be a slave to my cock and her pussy. She was whimpering "please take me, take me!"

I quickly rolled her over and buried her head in a pillow as I started plowing in to her from behind. As soon as my first smack hit her ass and she cried out in pleasure, the door was flung open. There stood my beautiful naked wife. 

"So this is what you do all day while I am at work."

"If you want to keep you house and kids I suggest you pull that cock out of her and let me have her for a while." She said

My wife is not the jealous type but this was an interesting game she was starting. She wasn't jealous so much as she was excited. She came home for some afternoon delight and saw me already having mine and she wanted hers. She got down on the bed and told the little slut to eat her pussy. She said "I heard you in here begging for my pussy so you could please me, now show me what you've got or I'll have my husband fuck your tight little ass"

My wife was on fire with something and she was ready for a good time. As our new little employee went to work on my wife, I plopped my cock in my wife's face and told her to taste our little slut. My wife quickly grabbed my meat and said she was starving for some cock. She said if this girl wants a job she's hired as long as she can keep her little pussy so sweat. They were both going crazy tasting each other. I was loving this and apparently so were they.

My wife told me she wouldn't last much longer and that she wanted to watch me fuck our little friend while she ate her. I quickly got behind her and started pounding her while she continued to eat my wife. I heard my wife say she was coming and she let out a scream that the neighbors must have heard. My wife quickly told our little slave to come up here and kiss her. As they embarrassed in a passionate kiss I leaned back and saw their beautiful pussies rubbing together. I went down and licked them both a few times before getting up and slamming my cock in to my wife's hot little box. Now I was alternating between hot pussies every minute or so and I was loving it. My wife told me to come in her so our little slave could clean her up. I quickly obeyed as this was way to exciting for me.

I blew my first load of the afternoon and collapsed next to the two entangled ladies. Watching them go at it like teenagers. I knew we had our first employee.

More stories to follow.



Door-To-Door Sales



I had a job selling door-to-door one summer in college. I won't say it was frequent, but it was definitely not uncommon—at least once a week--for a woman to answer the door wearing next to nothing. 

One I remember with clarity was a really good-looking brunette probably in her early- or mid-30s. She flung the door wide open, unusual it itself for any stranger, and there she stood in nothing but a man's old-fashioned undershirt, the kind made of rib knit cotton, with big arm holes. 

Having a dark complexion and big, pendulous tits with wide, dark areolas, she might as well have been naked in that thin thing. I could see her brown bush easily through it, and when she sat down, it hiked up to show most of her nice ass and pubes. 

The big diamond ring on her finger shouted she was married, but she was home alone, as she must have said half a dozen times. No, she was not trying to freak me out; this woman, patting my leg and brushing those yabbahoes against my arm, was on the make. Though she was not yet showing, she said she was pregnant with her first child, and that there was, therefore, "nothing to worry about." 

She no doubt wanted to fuck me right then and there--and that would have been great--but I was there make money. So, I remained professional but did unabashedly flirt to take advantage of her horniness and make the sale. She placed a huge order. Then, the phone rang, and it sounded like it might be hubby, so I took the stack of signed order forms and politely excused myself for the next house. 

No one came to that door, but while on the porch, I rifled through the forms and calculated that I'd made a bit over a $1000 on Mrs. Undershirt. Wow! 

After her stuff was shipped about a week later, I phoned to follow up and make sure everything was OK. It was, and, though she had the catalogue, she wanted me to come by with some samples. Samples! Indeed! 

I stopped by, and, like before, she answered the door in the white see-through undershirt, wasting not a moment in making suggestive comments. This time I "accidentally" jostled a boob when taking the form from her, to which her response was a giggling, "Oooooh, that felt good." 

She turned around and bent over to get the pen she dropped, positioning her bare pussy a foot from my nose, lingering long enough for me to actually smell it. Once again, I got a large order from her. 

Excusing herself to "tinkle," I took that opportunity to gather my things and position myself at the front door so that I could say thanks and leave without being hemmed in. When she returned, she was completely nude, smiling sexily and boobs a swaying. 

I lied that I was late for an appointment and unfortunately had to go right away. She said she'd look forward to seeing me again the following week, when we would "really get down to business," and lingered at the front door twiddling her nipples until I was out of sight. I was actually going next door, but skipped over to the next block in keeping with my story. 

I know you're thinking why I just didn't boink that booby beauty, but I was simply doing what female salespersons typically do to men. They only seem like they MIGHT fuck as a way to make the sale. As long as the man appears more interested in sex than she, she has the leverage. Fuck him, and she loses all leverage. Reverse the genders, and that's exactly what I was doing. 

Sure I was horny for that woman, but I did not lose sight of what my real goal was--making money. Further, I was helped by the luck of having an especially "wet" summer with three of the local townie girls. 

It would be August on my next sales call to Mrs. Undershirt, and with a month of summer left, I certainly wanted to make more big commissions off her. On my next visit, I figured she'd immediately jump my bones, and I'd either have to fuck her or cause a scene resisting--either of which would probably spell the end of sales to her. So, what to do? 

I was the top new salesperson, and the manager asked me to take along another new salesperson to help her learn. What better customer to coach her on than my best--Mrs. Undershirt? 

It worked perfectly. Mrs. U was forward, but not so bold as to make a move on me with the young salesgirl present. Even so, Mrs. U wore nothing but the undershirt, though she did keep it pulled down, and continued to make the occasional double entendre. I made another big sale, the largest yet, promising to return again soon. 

The new salesgirl actually learned a lot: She was cute, and would use her sexiness to sell to MEN. Our company had reams of marketing research, so it would be an easy enough matter to call on single/divorced males or visit married men when their wives were not home. That's exactly what she did, and the next week, her sales soared. 

Well, our sales manager was extremely happy and pulled me off the job for a day to go to corporate to demo my sales technique. By this point, I had several appointments every day with repeat customers, and I did not want to forego sales by being away. My sales manager said he would personally call on those accounts in my absence, and, yes, Mrs. U. was one of those appointments. Well, he was a crack salesman who'd been promoted to manager because he had the 2nd highest sales record anyone had ever posted, so I said OK. 

When I returned, first thing I did was check my daily sales, and I was stunned: His one-day sales for me looked like an entire week! I literally ran to his office to get the lowdown. Thumbing the thick stack of order forms, he said the gigantic number was attributable soley to a huge sale to none other than Mrs. Undershirt. 

"She came to the door naked and hot to trot. I sold her a bunch of stuff, then made out with her. I sold her some more stuff, then played with her big titties. Sold her more, then ate her pussy. Stopped before she came, then sold really a lot before resuming oral duty until she came. Sold her still more, then she sucked me off, and I fucked her silly. Actually, she fucked me silly until I blew, but she bought more stuff. Took a break and then did a replay, she buying stuff at every base. Only she got out some hot oil and slathered it all over us, and begged me to butt-fuck her. I filled her ass with cream. She loved giving head, so I got an order for that high-dollar leather ottoman first, and then she sucked the final load out of me." 

"Thanks for 'filling in,' boss. I've got an enormous commission check coming." 

"Oh, no prob, man," he said said, "Thank YOU. You know me--I've been to bed with hundreds of chicks--but that one was the best piece of ass ever!"

Until he told me all that, I thought I'd managed her quite well. I guess that's why he was the sales manager!



Door to Door Salesgirl



Late one afternoon a few summers ago, and just before dusk, the door bell rang. I must tell you that I was a pretty miffed at the time. 

My wife, Betty, was away visiting her sister in Boston -- we're both retired -- and I had the house all to myself. I was enjoying some really hot porn on my computer, which I usually have to sneak around to watch when Betty is home since she finds the stuff disgusting. So, the interruption was not welcome.

I went to the door -- the cat followed me, as usual. When I opened the door I was delighted to discover the cutest little redhead standing there and a delightful strawberry blond standing next to her. They looked to be high school or maybe college age. The really cute one had long red tresses which fell past her shoulders, but just how far down her back I could not tell. Her complexion was that of a typical redhead, ivory skin and the obligatory freckles on her turned up nose. Her youthful beauty and freshness was almost overwhelming, and as an added bonus, she was blessed with more than ample pert breasts. 

The other girl was lovely too; taller than the redhead and with short hair. She had very long legs and a nice figure, but not as impressive in the boob department as the redhead. But no slouch either. Both wore very low cut sleeveless tops showing a lot of cleavage like you see so some much these days in both young and older women, alike. 

The redhead stood before my door holding a stack of glossy brochures and she wore some sort of name badge. As soon as she saw me, she started her "pitch." The other girl just stood one or two steps back, looking completely disinterested; in fact, she looked quite bored.

"Hi, my name is Amber. I represent Allied Entertainment Publishing and I am working to earn enough money to go on a field trip with my class to France next semester. It's an opportunity of a lifetime. I just need a few minutes of your time to see which of these magazines you would most like to order." She paused and seemed to be trying to get some of the printed material out to show me before she continued her sales pitch. 

"Oh. Well Amber, its really hot and humid out there, so why don't you and your associate come in and you can show me what you've got where we'll all be more comfortable; and, I won't have to keep the door open and let all the air-conditioned air out." I told her. 

The fact that I hadn't said "I don't want any" and had not slammed the door in her face, not doubt, kept her hopes alive of a sale.

"OK ... sounds like a good idea. Oh, and she's not my associate ... she's my big sister. Mom said I shouldn't go by myself to houses of people we don't know."

The cat was winding his way between my legs and he almost tripped me as I stepped back to allow the girls through the door.

"Damn cat!" I yelled.

"Oh ... what a sweet kitty." Amber said as she knelt down next to me to pet him.

"His name is Patch." I said. As Amber stooped in front of me to pet the cat, her low cut top afforded a wonderful view of her lovely breasts. It was clear she wore no bra and I even had a fleeting glimpse of a nipple when she bent to retrieve her materials as she stood up. Her sister just stood outside the door.

As Amber stood, I pointed toward the living room. "Why don't you spread your brochures out on the coffee table? Oh and do please come in ... I don't think I got your name, my dear." I directed the latter to the 'big sister' who still hadn't made a move to come in.

"Jenny." The girl standing outside said. "Hey, I'm cool; I can just wait here." She added.

"No, no ... I insist. It's much too hot and muggy out there. Besides, I'm sure your mother would prefer that you keep an eye on your sister ... you know, in case I'm a serial killer or something." I said, and chuckled.

"Come on sis, its OK." Amber said to her sister; she was bent over petting the cat again and giving me another glorious view of her beautiful breasts. So Jenny came inside and I closed the door.

As we all walked into the living room, I asked; "Can I get either of you something? Water? A soda?"

"Hey, a beer would be nice." Jenny said and laughed. 

"Sis!" Amber exclaimed, perhaps thinking her sales opportunity was about to evaporate with such rudeness on the part of her older sister.

"I'm sorry my dear, I'm afraid I'm not much of a beer drinker. But I do have a very nice Chardonnay if you'd like." I suspected she hadn't been serious about the beer. She was probably just trying to shock me, or irritate her sister; so she was somewhat taken aback by my genuine offer of wine.

"Oh ... ah, yeah ... sure, why not." She said as Amber was spreading her glossy sales material out on the table.

"How about you Amber, would you care for a glass, too?"

Amber looked up and glared at her sister, but then accepted my offer. "Yes, please."

I went to the kitchen and took a bottle from the fridge and uncorked it. I grabbed three glasses and carried them, along with the bottle, into the living room and placed everything on the coffee table next to the brochures. I'm ashamed to say, a naughty plan was hatching in my randy old brain that I simply could not resist. Well ... maybe not that ashamed.

I sat down on the sofa next to Amber, being careful not to sit too close. My eyes were drawn to the short mini-skirts both girls were wearing; their shapely legs and plump thighs caused a delightful stirring inside my sweatpants.

"Jenny, please come sit down." I said and indicated sofa. "There's plenty of room."

As Jenny sat on the other side of her sister, she pulled her short skirt down to maintain her modesty.

"You know Amber, it's kind of unusual these days to see young ladies in skirts -- most girls I see these days seem more apt to wear jeans. I must say, it is refreshing to see such pretty girls, as yourself and your sister, in skirts." I told her; as I spoke, I poured the three glasses of wine.

"Oh why thank you ... I thought I'd look more professional in a skirt." She said. I took one of the glasses of wine and handed it to Amber, then gave the other to her sister. 

"Yeah, well, Sis made me wear it. I'd much rather wear jeans." Jenny added.

I lifted my glass in a toast. "Well, you both look lovely ... cheers." I said and I clinked my glass lightly against both of the girl's glasses.

Amber put her glass to her lips and tilted it back drinking the entire glass of wine like soda pop. "Hmmm ... it's a little sour, but pretty good ... really." 

Her sister hesitated and watched Amber down her glass of wine and then Jenny followed suit, chugging her own glass of wine, as well. From the look on Jenny's face, I got the impression that there might be a lot of competition between the sisters and Jenny was not about to be out done by her little sister.

"We call it 'dry' but you're right, it is pretty good. Would you like another?" I asked the girls.

"Please." Amber said. 

"Jenny?" I asked. 

"Yeah, sure." She replied, so I poured both girls another glass which finished the bottle. 

"Let me get another from the fridge. Amber, please go on with your presentation ... I can hear you quite well from the kitchen." I said. The floor plan of my house is an 'open plan' so there are no walls between the kitchen and the living room, just a breakfast bar.

She resumed her pitch, raising her voice so I could hear her from the kitchen. "Like I said, we carry lots of magazines for just about anything you like, if you have an interest, we have magazines for it -- sailing, golf ... do you play golf? Hunting, fishing, travel, gardening ..."

I returned with a fresh bottle of wine. While in the kitchen, I had an idea that would satisfy a concern I had developed when coming up with my devious plan a few moments earlier.

"No my dear, I'm afraid I am not a golfer -- tried it a few times, but I could never see the joy in searching through the underbrush for little white balls. Ah ... it just occurred to me ... I suppose I should ask if you have ID?" I said. "You know, one can't be too careful these days ... there are so many scams directed at retired people, you hear about these things on the news all the time."

"You are sooooo right Mr. ... ah, I'm sorry I don't remember you name." She said pulling a wallet from her purse.

"John." I told her. She held up her driver's license which was still in her wallet behind a clear plastic window. I took her hand to steady it and leaned in close to see that she was indeed Amber M____. But more importantly, the birth date on her license indicated that she'd just turned eighteen a few months earlier. And knowing her sister to be older, I was satisfied.

I breathed a little sigh of relief -- in Texas, if you mess with a girl under sixteen ... you do hard time.

"And this is my Associate's ID with Allied." She held up another ID.

"Thank you Amber, that makes me feel so much better." I said, pretty much ignoring the other ID. 

She picked up her wine glass and drained it again. I took a sip of mine. Her sister, not to be out done, again gulped down her entire glass.

"Whew ... it's kind o' hot in here." Amber said, fanning herself with one of the brochures.

"Hmmm ... I guess it is a bit warm now that you mention it ... I'll adjust the air conditioning for you." I said.

But first, I took time to pour them both another glass of wine. I got up and went over to the thermostat, turned it down a couple degrees, and then returned to the couch. When I sat again, my knee was touching Amber's bare leg. 

"So Mr., ah, John, tell me, what kind of stuff do you like? I'm sure we've got a magazine for it." Amber asked. She seemed to be deviating a bit from her prepared sales presentation.

"Well my dear, I don't read many magazines." And what I did not tell her, was that the ones I do read have a lot of very nice looking girls her age doing at lot of very nasty things with a bunch of young studs. 

I smiled at her.

Amber took another long drink and said, "Ya know, this stuff gets better the more you drink." Her sister had already finished her glass, this time being one up on Amber.

"Mmmmm ... yeah, it does. Could I have another?" Jenny asked. 

"Certainly ... let me freshen your glasses for you." I filled Jenny's glass.

"Oh, dear me, this bottle is empty too. Let me get another one; I do believe there is one more chilled." While I was in the kitchen uncorking another bottle, Amber yelled to me from the living room.

"Well, do you read any magazines at all?" She was sounding a little frustrated. Perhaps she was thinking that her sales strategy wasn't going exactly as planned.

"Well, yes I do, Amber." I said as I carried the new bottle of wine in from the kitchen and topped up Amber's glass.

"So, which ones?" Amber asked and emptied her glass again. "Could I have suuum mooore?" She was starting to slur her words a bit.

"Me too ..." Jenny said holding out her empty glass. Jenny's glass was swaying back and forth a bit so I had to hold her hand steady while I poured; otherwise it would have ended up on the carpet. Both girls were rather tipsy. Well, that can happen on a hot day if you get dehydrated and then drink a little too much wine.

"Well Amber, the magazines I read are not ... how can I say this ... ah, not what you'd typically find in the public library's periodical section. And I am quite certain that your company would not carry them."

"Oh come on ... we have everything aaaaanybody could ever eeeeeever want." She said, giggling. 

"Yeah ... so what do you like ... porn?" Jenny said, and then she started laughing hysterically.

"Jenny! How could you?!" Amber exclaimed, clearly furious with her big sister. "I can't believe you said that to this nice man!"

"Well Amber, ah ... don't be too harsh with your sister; because, I do happen to prefer magazines of ... ah ... an adult nature." 

"Oh gawd ... you've got to be kidding. Really? I don't believe it; you're just pulling my leg." Amber said. I couldn't let that challenge go unmet.

"I suppose I could show you my collection, but I warn you both that you may find my magazines, shall we say ... shocking." I filled their glasses, yet again.

"I love porn." Jenny blurted out. "It makes me so fuckin' hot."

"Sis please! That is soooooo rude! And since when did you love porn? I bet you've never even seen any -- I know I haven't, and mom would kill you if she found out." Amber said, scolding her sister. "Besides, I don't believe he even has any dirty magazines ... I think he's just teasing us."

"Well, Sis there's a lot you don't know." Jenny said glaring at Amber, and then Jenny took another long drink from her glass of wine. "So, John, I would really really like to see your porn ... I bet it'll blow my little sister's mind." 

"Well I've seen dad's girlie magazines ... you know the ones he hides in his closet. So what's the big deal about a bunch of naked girls, anyway?" Amber said, confronting her sister.

"Well ... if you girls are sure you want to see ..."

"Bring it on, John." Jenny said boldly. 

"Yeah, let's see it, but I still don't believe you've got any." Amber dared me.

"OK, but I warned you." I went to my bedroom to retrieve my hardcore magazines.

When I returned, Amber had just finished pouring more wine and she took another drink, but drank more slowly than before -- the third bottle was almost empty too. She and her sister put their heads together talking and giggling about something that I couldn't hear.

"That stuff is really good but it's really making me woozy." Amber said, giggling again.

"Well little Sis, when you get to college next year, you'll build up a tolerance like I have." Jenny said, lauding her own worldliness over her sister. But Jenny was clearly swaying a bit, so I doubted her to capacity for wine was much greater than her little sister's.

I set my collection on the table and sat on the sofa again. My leg was pressed tightly against Amber's. 

The covers of the magazines I spread out on the table screamed their content. Naked girls sucking huge cocks, or girls with legs spread wide taking massive dicks in their young pussies -- they all left no doubt as to what sort of literature I preferred.

"Oh gawd!" Amber exclaimed. I fully expected her to bolt for the door with her sister close behind. "That is soooooo hoooooot!" 

She opened one of the magazines and spread it out on the table to see more -- depicted on the pages were several scenes of a pretty young girl taking one guy in her mouth while another hot stud filled her cunt.

"Sis, look at this!" Amber exclaimed. Jenny leaned in closer to get a better look at the lewd pictures. 

"Holly shit! That is so awesome!" Jenny exclaimed. She tried to be subtle, but I saw her sneak her hand under her short skirt. It was sort of obvious that the explicit pictures were getting to her.

I placed my hand on Amber's leg just below the hem of her mini-skirt. "Do you like these magazines honey?" I asked. My heart was racing with excitement. I expected Amber to remove my hand or say something. Instead, she said something even more shocking.

"Oh geeez yes. I can feel my pussy getting wet right n..." She said, then she realized what she'd just said, and to whom. "Oh gawd, I'm so sorry ... I didn't mean ..."

"Sis!" Jenny exclaimed.

"Don't talk Jenny, you're the one with her hand up her skirt!" Amber said, pointing out what was already obvious.

"Well, I ... I can't help it ... these pictures have really got me turned on." Jenny retorted. And she didn't remove her hand, either. In fact, I could tell from the movement of her arm that she had to be rubbing herself.

"Girls, girls ... it's alright ... there is nothing wrong with ... ah, enjoying this sort of ... ah ... literature."

I stroked Amber's thigh, moving my hand a little higher up her leg each time. She did not object, but responded by spreading her thighs apart, apparently without thinking.

"Wow ... look at the size of that guy's ... and she's got the whole thing in her mouth. What's that white stuff on her chin?" Amber said, apparently oblivious to my hand creeping up her leg.

"It's cum, you dummy." Jenny pointed out, in a rather unkind manner, to her little sister.

My hand was very high on Amber's leg. I moved a little higher and my fingers touched her pussy through her panties. I could feel that her panties were, indeed, soaked with her juices. She moaned. I was so excited feeling the soft warm wetness of her young pussy that my sweatpants looked as if I had a small teepee sitting on my lap.

"Oh ... that feels so good." Amber sighed.

"Sis! What are you doing ... he's got his hand up your skirt." Jenny chided Amber.

"You jealous Sis? 'Cause he likes me better?" Amber taunted her sister. "Plus, you've got a hand under your skirt."

"Jenny, I'm not hurting you sister ... I'm just trying to give her pleasure ... the same pleasure you're giving yourself. Is there anything wrong with that Jenny? Doesn't rubbing yourself feel really good? That's all I'm doing for your sister." I said to Jenny. 

I knew I was at a crucial juncture and that I had to handle the situation carefully, or I might lose them both.

Jenny looked down at her own hand under her skirt as she continued to stimulate her own clit. 

"That does feel delightful, doesn't it Jenny?" I asked her again.

"Well yeah ... it feels really nice." She finally admitted.

Amber leaned back on the sofa and slid her hips forward then spread her legs very wide for me. The hem of her skirt was up around her hips. I moved the material of her panties aside and pressed my fingers into her slippery crease. I found her little pleasure nub and flicked my finger tips rapidly over it.

"Oh fuck ... that feels soooooo awesome!" Amber sighed.

"Jenny, why don't you come around and sit over here and I could help give you pleasure too. Would you like that?" I said.

Jenny came around and stood next to me, though she didn't sit as I'd suggested. Instead, she pulled her skirt down over her hips -- her panties went with it, and both fell to the carpet. She pulled her top up over her head revealing her perfect breasts with large dark areola and hard nipples. I took her disrobing as an invitation, so I placed my free hand on her thigh and slid it up her bare leg. I started to explore Jenny's sweet wet pussy while I continued to stimulate Amber's swollen clit with my other hand. Jenny closed her eyes, titled her head back, and moaned loudly. Her legs began to tremble when I found her clit. The way Jenny stood, I was able to rub her clit with my thumb and insert two fingers into her extremely tight pussy, all at the same time.

"Oh shit!" Jenny yelped as her hips twisted and writhed from the intense sensations my fingers were provoking inside her tight cunt. As I continued to rub her slippery swollen clit, her breathing quickened and became shallow and she moaned with desire.  

While I was finger fucking Jenny, I had also been rubbing Amber's clit. Amber grabbed my hand and started working her own pussy furiously using my hand as the vehicle. I heard Amber moan loudly and I turned my head in her direction.

"Oh gawd ... I'm gonna cum!" She threw her head back, went rigid, and squealed in delight. After a few moments I withdrew my hand while she recovered.

"Was that good honey? Did you like that?" I asked Amber; it was obvious she'd had an orgasm.

"Oh yes!" Amber sighed. 

From my other side I heard her sister moaning and felt her writhing in ecstasy on my fingers which were still inserted in her hot little cunt. I started pumping my fingers into Jenny. Her legs started to buckle and I had to hold her up with my other hand. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" She shouted as she came. Her whole body shuddered and I eased her onto the couch next to me. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she continued to squirm around because I kept rubbing her clit. She came again.




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"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeck!" She screamed. 

"Hey ... what about me?" Amber said.

What a delightful challenge for an old guy, I thought, keeping two nubile young women satisfied at once. I do believe I've died and been admitted to paradise, I thought.

While Jenny recovered, I knelt between Amber's legs. I lifted her hips and pulled her skirt and panties down her legs to give me better access to her lithe body. Then I pulled her top up and she got the idea and finished pulling it off over her head. Amber's breasts were quite a bit larger than her sister's, and her areola much pinker, though her nipples were smaller than Jenny's. But Amber had "puffies" which I have always adored. After I got her clothes off, Amber spread her legs wide for me, and I leaned in to taste her sweet young cunt. Her womanly fragrance was heady -- it had been a hell of a long time since I'd enjoy something as young and delectable as those two sisters.

I sucked Amber's clit into my mouth and was surprised how large it was. I began to bob my head up and down on it like it was a tiny cock. No, I'm not gay, or bi -- I never did a guy's cock, but the way I did Amber's clit made me think that as I moved my head up and down on her. As I worked her little nub, I felt Amber's hips wriggle beneath my hungry lips. 

"Oh my gaaaaaaawd .... oh shiiiiiiiiiiit ... I'm gonna ... oh! ... I'm cuuuuuuuuumming!" Amber cried out. While she twisted and squirmed and screamed her delight I kept sucking and licking her hot swollen nub; at the same time, I felt fingers pulling my sweat pants down over my hips. Then Jenny's hand grabbed my hard cock and started stroking it. It was my turn to moan.

"Ooooooooh fuck. Oh yes, that's so good baby." I told Jenny as I lifted my head from Amber's sopping wet pussy -- my face was smeared with Amber's juices. Jenny was on her knees next to me, still stroking me when she put her other hand on my chin and pulled my head toward hers. She placed her hungry lips on mine and kissed me passionately - I thought I was going to cum on the spot. Her tongue was deep in my mouth exploring and wrestling with my own tongue. After a long time she broke the kiss off.

"Mmmmm Sis, I can taste your pussy juice in John's mouth. Fucking awesome, Sis!" Jenny exclaimed.

Amber was still recovering. "Have you ever done it with another girl, Sis?" Amber boldly asked her sister; I, myself, was taken aback by Amber's question.

"Well of course not!" Jenny said somewhat indignantly. "Like you have?"

"Uh huh, I have. Me and Tara ... we did it ... lots o' times ... I really love it." Amber said, and from the look on Jenny's face, Amber's confession had the desired shock value.

"I don't believe you Sis ... you're ... you're just saying it ... if you really love it, then prove it right now ... eat my cunt!" Jenny had lost interest in my cock, so I was forced to take matters in my own hands, so to speak.

"Sure, Sis. Just lie back on the couch." Amber challenged her big sister. 

"Alright!" And Jenny got up and flopped on the sofa with her hips facing Amber. I was looking forward to what was about to happen because I believed every word Amber said.

"Go ahead ... lick my pussy ... I dare you!"

Amber just smiled. She shifted around on the couch so she was on her hands and knees facing Jenny's spread legs, then Amber leaned over her sister's pussy. I watched as Amber slowly lowered her head to Jenny's waiting cunt. I heard Jenny gasp as her sister's tongue lapped at Jenny's wet pussy. 

"Oh gawd baby ... I don't believe you're actually ... oh oh oh ... fuuuuuuck ... that's so ... aaaaaaah yes yes yes ..." Jenny's hips bucked under Amber's head. I could tell both girls were really enjoying their new found intimacy.

What about me? Quoting Amber, to myself, from a few moments ago.

So, I went around behind Amber and starting stroking her wet pussy with my fingers. She moaned in delight as she continued to eat her sister's cunt. I inserted two fingers in Amber's hole and felt how unbelievably tight she was. When she didn't object -- in fact, she moaned even louder -- I withdrew my fingers and pressed my hard cock against her pink swollen pussy lips and I slowly slid inside her. Her tight cunt squeezed my cock tighter than any pussy I'd ever experienced; I was in heaven. When I was buried all the way inside her I started pumping into her, slowly at first, then gradually increasing the pace.

"Aaaargh ... oh shit baby ... you are ... so ... tiiiiiiight!" I groaned.

I heard Jenny shriek again as Amber gave her sister a huge orgasm. Amber lifted her head and I took a handful of her bright red hair and pulled it as if I were horseback riding.

"Oh fuck John ... oh ... uh uh uh uh ... fuck me John ... fuck me ... oh yeeeeeeeeeees!" Amber was thrashing and twisting as I slammed into to her tight little cunt. I could feel my cock hitting the bottom of her pussy on each thrust. I didn't think I'd be able to hold out much longer.

"Oooooooooooh Joooooooooooooohn ... I'm cuuuuuuuuuuumming!" Amber yelled. I went into over drive with my hips pistoning into her as her cunt pulsed and squeezed my hard meat even tighter ... it gripped me over and over as she climaxed. 

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" I groaned as I shot my load into Amber's throbbing pussy and I buried my dick deep inside her with one last powerful thrust. Amber collapsed on top of her sister and I followed suit ending up on top of Amber's back. 

Everyone groaned. Amber and I, from our tremendous climaxes -- Jenny groaned from our combined weight suddenly pressing down on top of her.

"You guys are crushing me ... off!" Jenny said, sort of breathlessly.

"Sorry my dear." I told Jenny as I slid off Amber's back. Amber sat up and flopped on her back at the other end of the sofa.

"So, big sister ... did you enjoy having your little sister eat your cunt?" Amber said just a bit smugly.

"Yes ... I did ... I confess, I didn't think you'd really done it before. But now I'm convinced." Jenny said.

"You wanna try it?" Amber asked her big sister. "You said you've never licked anyone's pussy."

"Hmmmmm ... sure ... why not?" Jenny said. "But first let me suck John's cock here and get him hard again. I wanna be fucked while I do you, just like he fucked you while you did me." Jenny said. The girl was truly amazing ... she'd read my mind! 

I was standing next to the sofa so Jenny just had to sit up and engulf me in her mouth, which is exactly what she did. I was soft but her lips and tongue had me growing fairly quickly.

"There that should do it." Jenny shifted from my cock to her sister's pussy as Amber spread her legs for her sister. 

"Hmmmmm ... bonus round! I get to taste John's cum that's dripping from you cunt too, baby Sis."

With that, she leaned in and started licking her little sister's pussy. "Mmmmmm ... this is good!" I heard Jenny's muffled voice from between her sister's legs.

"Hey, Sis ... I want some of that cum too ... share it with me." Amber said. So, Jenny licked up some of the white stuff on her tongue and leaned over her sister and let drip from her tongue onto Amber's tongue, and then Jenny lowered her head and kissed her sister ardently.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm ... nice. Is that the first time you ever kissed a girl, Sis?"

"Yes." Jenny said, and then she returned to kneeling between Amber's legs and she feasted on her younger sister's snatch.

During this exchange between the sisters I'd been stroking Mr. Happy and as soon as Jenny returned to Amber's delicious pussy, I moved around behind Jenny and rubbed my cock over her wet cunt to lubricate my dick. Then I pushed inside Jenny and discovered she was almost a tight as her delightful sister. I started pumping her slowly. I reached around her and held her pert tits -- the nipples where hard nubs between my fingers as I squeezed them gently.

"Oh John ... squeeze 'em hard ... I love having my nipples pinched really hard ... oooooh yeah ... uuuuuuuuuuuh ... like that ... more ... eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ... yeeeeeeees!" Jenny squealed. Then she returned to her sister's pussy; but she continued to squirm as I kept torturing her nipples and then I started pumping into her sweet young cunt in earnest. 

Amber was clearly getting close to another climax -- I heard her breathing coming in short gasps and her head was thrashing side to side. I think Jenny was pumping her fingers in and out of her sister's pussy from the way her right arm was moving. I was sweating like crazy and dripping on Jenny's ass as I slammed into her over and over.

Amber screamed. Her head went back ... her whole body went rigid ... her hands gripped the fabric of the sofa so tightly I thought she was going to rip it. Then, what would I tell Betty when she came home the following week? I thought.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeck ... eeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ... uh uh uh uh uh ... oh fucking holly shiiiiiiiiiit!" Amber screamed so loud I expected the neighbors would be knocking on the front door any minute to find out who died.

I was still fucking Jenny furiously.

"Oh John ... oh yes ... that is soooooooooooo good ... just like that ... oh harder baby ... fuck me harder ... harder!" Jenny yelled at me. I grabbed her hips and pumped as hard as I could, as fast I could -- her moaning and screams of pleasure only heightened my pleasure and encouraged me to fuck her that much harder.

"Uuuuuuuuh ... cuuuuuuuumming ... nooooooooow ... " Her hips and her cunt slammed hard back into me with each thrust and I saw her legs quiver and her whole body shudder as her orgasm overcame her. She was spent, but I, quite unexpectedly, felt myself getting close to a second pop -- something which is pretty unusual on such short notice, at my age. So I did not let up; I kept pounding her. Amber by then had recovered and she sat up and started working on her sister's clit while I kept slamming into Jenny from behind.

Jenny got off again. My climax was taking longer than I thought it would, but I felt like I was close and did not want to lose it. I saw the delight on Amber's face as she kept bringing Jenny to one orgasm after the other ... it was almost one big long continuous climax for Jenny, by then. Jenny was babbling incoherently, sounding like some animal mewling and whimpering in her bliss.

Finally, I felt myself tense and my spasms started and I pumped my warm cum into Jenny's lovely hot pussy.

"Oh shit ... gaaaaaaaawd ... ooooooh yeah!" I shouted as I shot my load. I let go of Jenny's hips and she hit the sofa like a rag doll; she was panting from what her sister and I had done to her.

I had to hang on to the back of the couch myself for support. Amber smiled up at me from where she sat on the edge of the sofa next to her exhausted sister.

"I think she liked it." Amber said to me.

"Fucking awesome, Sis." Jenny managed to whisper. "I've never felt anything like that before. Ever. I really did love eating your pussy baby girl." 

Jenny gave her sister a very satisfied smile. 

"And John ... please forgive me, but I never thought someone ... ah ... well I mean as mature as ..."

"Old, honey. That's word you were dancing around ... it's OK, happens to the best of us ... eventually."

"Well John, you were so fucking marvelous ... I've never been fucked so well in my life." Jenny told me.

"Me either." Amber added. "It was really awesome the way you felt inside me when you were fucking me from behind." 

I didn't know what say. Two girls almost young enough to be my grandchildren ... wow, I thought.

"I sure hope you can get it up again soon baby, 'cause I'm not done with you yet." Jenny said to me.

"We'll see, honey, I can't make any promises at my age, sweetie." I told her.

We all had some more wine. As we sat on the couch resting, I enjoyed both girl's more than ample breasts ... sucking and caressing them, and they enjoyed each other's too. I knelt between Jenny's legs while Amber suckled her sister's breasts and bit hard on Jenny's nipples which Jenny adored. I supped on Jenny's pussy and realized I was getting some of my own cum that was still seeping from her. But that was alright; I'd done that before with my wife, and others over the years, and I actually found it exciting and incredibly intimate. 

The girls got each other off again -- they did a very sexy girl-girl sixty-nine thing - and after they'd finished licking each other to mind blowing orgasms, they both turned to me.

"Your turn John ... come sit on the couch, between us." Jenny ordered. I did and they both worked on Mr. Happy with their sweet mouths. After a long while they managed, much to my surprise, to revive my tired old cock. They had me lie on the carpet and they took turns climbing on top of me and riding my boner while the other straddled my face so I could lick her to another orgasm. When the sister riding me reached her peak, they'd switch. They also squeezed and sucked each other's breasts and nipples -- I copped a few feels as well. This went on for what seemed like hours, though I'm sure it was not nearly so long as that. At least I didn't have to do much work that way -- they did all pumping up and down on my cock -- which was a good thing, as I was pretty tired by then. 

I never did come again, but that was OK -- I'd already cum twice as much as I had any right to at my age. The girls finally both sort of rolled off of me, exhausted and totally sated.

"Listen girls, you're welcome to use the shower. You really shouldn't go home without one, or your parents are gonna know what you were up to as soon as they see you ... smell you, actually. I'm afraid we all reek of sex." I told them.

After we all showered together and took delight in washing each other's naughty bits, and the girls were dressed and ready to leave, I stopped Amber.

"Here's a check for a couple dozen magazines -- I don't care which ones ... you pick 'em ... surprise me." I'd worry later about what to tell Betty when they are started coming in -- I'd say it was to raise money for a church, or something.

I'm a real pusher over when it comes to 'hard sell' tactics.



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I want to thank everyone for your comments both good and bad. It motivates me to write...I love suggestions...I've got a 'Mary' in one of my new series...Is she supposed to be a good girl or bad one?...Jenny is going to the gloryholes soon, very soon with a wonderful twist...Is April still out there? I love hearing from you...New readers, please feel free to contact me as I do read all my emails and answer them when I can. All readers, I will be adding new chapters to my series as I feel the spirit move me. In order to keep from getting bored with a storyline, I like to write new and novel stories, but I will get back to those series.

The art of the sale is overrated; selling truly is being in the right spot at the right time. I have spun the cleverest sales' pitches and sold 'dick' and bumped into someone at a basketball game and sold them a complete line of Ginzu knifes, a cutting board, and a sharpening machine by just telling them that I'm a salesman. 

It was Friday evening on December 9th, I was sucking air and was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm 43 years old and about 6'2 and 200 pounds. I was dressed in my best 'Going To Meeting' suit. I had knocked on over 125 doors in this little suburban hamlet of Charlotte and not found a single person wanting to purchase the Power Suc Vacuum from Princeton Laboratories. I didn't even find but 2 or 3 people even interested in hearing my goddamn presentation. One was an old lady who was looking for her cat. She asked me in but ignored my spiel and asked me to check her attic for 'Whiskers.' The second was an older couple who was sitting on their porch drinking martinis and asked me to join them. In a good month, I would have. I love to drink and the wife of about 40 or so had a wonderful little body on her and they appeared to like to swing. I'm having an awful month so I reluctantly turned them down. I didn't think they'd be willing to pay my rent in trade for me giving the wife a test drive. The third lead was an older man who just seemed like he'd love to have some to chat with. Again in a good month, I would have willingly lent an ear.

So here I was with about half an hour of daylight and about 20 houses to go. I was tired and mentally spent as I take rejection personally sometimes. I gauged up the houses along the last street and quickly ruled out 7 or 8 of them as they were houses in progressive rate of decline and I figured the owners didn't have the scratch to afford one of P-Labs vacuums. I started up the driveway to a green house and met a guy on his way out. He laughed when I asked him if he had a minute and then howled when I said it was to look at a vacuum. A simple 'Not interested' would have done. 

The next house was bustling and I thought I had a chance when I spoke to the wife at the door but my speech fell on deaf ears when her husband came out. He was doing the Christmas lights and needed her to help hold the ladder and string the lights. I wished them a 'Merry Christmas' and left my card. 

The following 3 houses were all 'No' for one reason or another. Christmas was the biggest reason today, as everyone needed money to buy gifts. I'd explain how a vacuum made a great gift but no one wanted to hear it.

I had about 6 houses left when I walked up to this very dark and quiet single story home at the right bend of a cul-de-sac. I had made myself a deal. If I got one solid lead I would allow myself to go out tonight and chase skirts. I didn't have two nickels to rub together. It was a desperate deal but kept me motivated instead of deciding to pack it in.

The little house was modest in appearance and I almost walked past it except for a flickering light inside. The light was most likely from a TV inside but I couldn't tell until I made it up to the door. I walked three small steps to the front door landing and peered through the window beside the door. It was a TV and it was on to some music channel. It wasn't MTV because it was playing music videos. I rapped on the door and swung my heavy bag to my left hand so I could be ready with my right hand, to shake the homeowners' hand and present them with my business card. A good thirty seconds passed before I noticed movement behind the 'spy eye' in the door. I've learned from a TV documentary on a 'Mob Killer' that many unsuspecting victims had gone to their door and thought they were safe looking through it to see who was there only to get shot in the head right where they stood.

I smiled big and adjusted my hat and awaited the front door to open. It did, along with the porch light clicking on and a cute little brunette greeted me. She smiled and asked politely if she could help me. I watched her look me up and down as I did the same. She didn't seem as impressed with me as I was of her. She looked to be about 17 or 18, maybe 5'5 or 5'4 and 95 pounds. She was dressed casually with hip hugger jeans and a light blue t-shirt that didn't reach her low-riding jeans and showed her taut little belly. She was bare foot and her hair swung around her face.

"Why yes dear, is your mother or father home?" I asked. I smiled as I noticed she had on a touch of makeup. I love makeup but only as an accent of a women's natural beauty; touch of eye shadow, a little lip-gloss, and maybe some glitter. This cute blonde had just the right touch and a nice set of B-cups. Her shirt suggestively read under a fierce looking lioness, 'Pet Me Nice, I Bite.'

"My father doesn't live with us anymore and my mom isn't home right now," she said and smiled. "My mom should be home soon from work, if you'd like to wait," she added, trying to be polite and helpful. 

I smiled at her and said, "No, I think I'll come back." I wanted to finish the rest of the houses in the neighborhood. I don't like to have to come back the next week to finish up the few houses I didn't or couldn't get to before starting a new area. Besides, I'd probably be getting her in trouble with her mom for letting someone in.

"Suit yourself mister, she should be home pretty soon," she offered as I was turning to leave. She was standing with the door open and shrugging her shoulders.

"That's a very kind offer," I told her as I inquired, "Miss?"

"Miss Daisy, Daisy Darrow," she smiled.

I backed myself down the steps and stood at the bottom, "Thanks again Miss Daisy, I was wondering if I could inquire what does your mom do for a living?" I asked. She didn't know it but I was gauging her mom's ability to buy one of our vacuums.

"She's a nurse," she answered and smiled. She had a beautiful smile and an incredibly hot body to match. I wanted so very much to accept her offer but figured I could get the rest of the houses done before her mom showed. 

"Oh yeah, where is she a nurse?" I asked. Miss Daisy had turned to close the door but stopped to answer my question. When she turned I saw her wonderful 'whale tail.'

"She's a traveling nurse, she goes all over doing home care," she answered proudly and I was impressed. Traveling nurses make big bucks.

"Really, where do you work?" I asked her. I was ready to leave but as long as Daisy was revealing, I was dealing.

"I don't, I'm still in high school," she said. She laughed as if it was a silly question.

"What? How old are you?" I asked, teasingly, "Teens these days making their parents do all the work." I shook my head in fake disgust.

"I just turned 18 sir," she admitted. 

"Hey, you can work at 15," I quipped and smiled at her.

"I know but my mom said I can't work during the school year, she wants me to focus on my classes," she explained me.

"Oh that's smart of your mom, are you working really hard in school?" I asked accusatorily. Daisy had a beautiful smile and looked like she loved to be put on. I scanned the houses around me and frowned. I would love to chat with this lovely gal rather than go door knocking but her mom was due home soon so if she didn't buy what would I have to show for it, I thought. 

"Yeah, I got straight A's last marking period but now I have a new math class," she said proudly but ended in uncertainty.

"Pretty hard Ah?" I asked and remembered my Algebra courses of yesteryear. I really wasn't much of a student. After about 10th grade I had 'girls on the brain' and couldn't think straight. I guess that is why I was selling vacuums door to door. Looking at Daisy in the doorway made me want to return to those days of high school.

"Yeah," she frowned and then smiled cheerfully. I looked her up and down again. She was stunning and incredible to talk to. Add to the fact that the cool night air was beginning to take its effect on her. Her young perky nipples were pushing against the cloth of her T-shirt and becoming very apparent.

"You keep working on it and you'll learn it," I replied and then checking out her lovely nipples again added, " You know what I'll take you up on that offer to wait for your mom, of course if you're still offering." I smiled at her and hoped the offer was still good or otherwise I'd feel like a buffoon. Her hot little body was starting to have an effect on me.

"I will, sure if you'd like to come in and wait, you can," she said and opened the door wider so I could follow her in. 

I wiped my feet and watched as she turned from me and her lovely little ass swayed as she walked down the hall. I closed the door behind me and felt the warm air of the house and was glad I had chosen to stay. I walked down the hall and turned to the right into the room Daisy had disappeared into. Their living room was there and it was the room where the TV was flickering. 

Daisy had already plopped down o her belly on the rug in front of the TV and gone back to math homework. She smiled at me and said, "Take a seat and make yourself comfortable." She watched me walk past her and then stood up. "Do you want something to drink?" she asked politely. She moved her feet inward and outward like she was dancing and I could hear her hum something. 

"No I'm fine," I said and smiled at her.

I looked around their lovely home and was impressed. Their furniture wasn't expensive but really nice and everything went together perfectly. The big couch across from the TV is where I chose to sit and this put me in a wonderful position to view Daisy's wonderful backside when she faced away from me towards the TV.

"Are you sure? We have soda pop and beer or water," she asked again. Her feet moved again and I could tell she had a song playing in her head.

"So when does your mom usually get home?" I asked as I envisioned her without clothes on.

"Oh it depends if she does overtime or gets called back," Daisy started and my mind reeled. I pictured myself sitting here forever and wasting the rest of the night. "But she won't tonight because its Friday, so she gets off at her regular time," she said as if I should know her mom's regular time. She was still rocking slightly to the song in her head.

"Which is when?" I asked. I looked her up and down and thought about dancing with her. 

"Oh," Daisy exclaimed as she realized I should have no idea. She giggled and without thinking, tugged at her tight jeans to dislodge them from her crotch. "She is supposed to get off at 6:30 every night but can get called back or asked to do overtime on every night but Friday," she said as if she was reciting her mom's instructions to her.

"6:30?" I asked and frowned. I looked at my watch and grimaced. It was 5:38. I thought of those other houses. I looked out the front window and knew I was stuck. There are worse places to be stuck but I wasn't going to get that solid lead tonight unless it was Daisy's mom providing it.

"I think I'll have that beer," I said, resigning myself to staying there. I looked at Daisy and she smiled. She was a wet dream come true and I couldn't believe I was sitting in her living room, watching her tap her feet and dance to some unknown tune.

"Sure, do you want it in a glass or straight from the bottle?" she asked.

"I'll just drink it from the bottle, no reason to dirty a glass," I told her and she sauntered off toward what I presume was the kitchen. Her hips shook gently as she disappeared through the doorway.

Within seconds, she was back with a long neck Coors light. I thanked her as she handed it to me. Our hands touched in the transfer and she shocked me as her feet scuffled on the rug. Her hand felt soft and her fingers delicate. I twisted off the top and thanked her.

"Your welcome," she answered and got down on her knees over her homework. 

I sipped the beer and gazed around the living room. I wanted to just study the lovely Daisy but she was always looking up at me and smiling so I didn't want to get caught staring.

"Ah cripe," she swore as she looked like she was working hard on her homework.

"Got a hard one there?" I said and glanced at her round derriere as it rested on the backs of her heels.

"Yeah, I get so confused with what to do next," she said and rolled her eyes.

"Let me take a look," I said as I took a long drag on my beer. I really didn't know if I could help her but to get Daisy to come and sit with me, I'd try to tackle Calculus.

She frowned at her book and scooped up her homework and dragged it over to me. Rather than sitting down next to me, she put the books on the couch beside me and kneeled in front of me.

"Aw that's easy," I teased even before I looked at the problem and Daisy giggled.

After looking at the problem and the examples in the book, I was happy to find out it was actually a pretty easy problem to figure out. Once I was able to get that one completed and showed Daisy how to do it, I was able to teach her how to get all the rest of the problems after that.

"Thanks mister," she said as she hastily wrote the problems down as if to get it on paper before she forgot it.

"Call me Manny," I said with a smile. My name is actually Steve but I always thought Manny sounded cool so I gave it out instead.

"Okay Manny," Daisy said as she looked up from below me. She was smiling and I looked down her T-shirt at the tops of her young breasts.

"Now remember all of Algebra is steps and you have to remember all the steps as you go along or otherwise you'll be lost," I told her as she leaned in and watched me do the problems. She smelled absolutely heavenly. "See you have to get the X alone, or any unknown for that matter and then you can do the math to figure out what it is equal to," I explained. 

Daisy smiled and watched me and seemed pretty impressed with my know-how. She grinned and blushed when I told her she'd probably never use Algebra in her career as a model.

"Oh I could never be a model," she said and smiled. Her eyes diverted mine and she seemed shy suddenly.

"You kidding? You could be a great model," I told her and looked her over. 

She seemed surprised by my assuredness. "You really think so?" She asked and looked down at herself as if she was trying to see what I saw.

"Yeah, you got the look, you could easily make it," I said and looked down her top while she was fidgeting and taking all of it in. "Here stand up," I told her and leaned back on the couch.

She looked at me and smiled. She stood up and stood before me with a big shy smile on her face.

"Back up a little," I told her, as I looked her over. 'How tall are you?" I asked.

She giggled and said, "I think I'm 5'5, my mom says I'm too short to be a model," she told me as she stepped back two steps.

"Nah, that was the old days. Models come in all shapes and sizes now, you have to have the look of health and vitality," I explained. First, I'm a math wiz and now I'm an expert on modeling. 

"Really?' she said as I told her to spin around. She did and went way too fast for a model and my tastes.

"Make a slow turn, like you are a queen and everyone should be looking at you," I advised her. It sounded pretty professional, too.

"Is this better," she asked as she spun more deliberately. 

"Better yeah, good no," I scolded her. "This time put you right hand on your hip and do it but at half the speed you did it the last time," I said and sipped my beer. "Also put in a slight swing of your hips, too." I hadn't drunk any water today and was feeling dehydrated. The beer was having the effect of 3 or 4 beers and tried to keep my composure.

Daisy did as she was told and spun around again. I checked out her lovely ass and couldn't believe my luck. I sucked as a salesman today but didn't care.

"You know something is missing," I told her. I put my hand to my chin and pondered what it was. 

"What?" Daisy asked, concerned. She was trying hard to get me to evaluate her as a model and wanted to know what it was she could do to help with my assessment. I looked at her bare feet and had the answer.

"Do you have any heels?" I asked and drained my beer.

Daisy was all smiles as she wiggled excitedly, " My mom does, let me go get them," she said and turned to go.

"Oh Daisy, if it wouldn't be any trouble, could you get me another beer?" I asked as I waggled the empty at her.

"Sure," she answered and came and took the empty from me. Her perfume and womanly scent caught my nose and I inhaled. I looked at my watch as she ran off to get another beer and some shoes. It was now 6:01 and her mom still wasn't due off until 6:30. 

I stretched out my legs and ran my hand over the front of my trousers. Mr. Happy was semi-hard and felt great to the touch. It had been awhile since he had been called to action and he seemed 'roaring to go.'

When Daisy returned, I was fixated on a music video on the TV. It was the Rolling Stones doing "Like A Rolling Stone" and I was mesmerized by the stop action film work. Patricia Arguette doesn't normally do it for me but she looked good as a drugged out model or socialite. 

"Wow," I heard myself say as I glanced at Daisy standing there. She had another tall one for me but it was what she was wearing that 'wowed' me. She giggled as she stood there and watched me drink her in. 

Daisy had on six-inch heels and they were the stiletto style. She had changed out of her jeans and put on a short black jean skirt.

I took the beer from her and cracked it open with a snap. She must have shaken it walking in her heels because it nearly exploded and I had to throw my mouth on it to keep it from getting all over the place.

"Sorry," Daisy told me as she waddled on her heels. She stood close to me and I didn't tell her to move away this time. 

After containing the beer, I set it aside. I swallowed almost half the bottle in foam form as it shot down my gullet. I asked her to turn around. She wasn't good at maneuvering on the heels and nearly fell. As she spun around to face away from me, I peered up her legs and under her skirt. She was still wearing the thong and I admired her tight little ass cheeks and legs.

"That's great," I said and asked her to do it again only this time slower. Daisy looked at me and smiled and began her slow spin. I looked up to see her glancing away and bent over to see up her skirt. I eyed her heavenly pouch, tucked away there and dreamed of a peek inside. Sitting back, I watched her finish her turn and applauded.

Daisy smiled and steadied herself on the heels. She was dreamy and with her heels on, her ass jutted out just right. 

"Could you do me a favor?" I asked her, I was emboldened by the beer and her exhibitionism. 

"What?" she asked and smiled as she used her hands to smooth out her short skirt.

"Could you dance to that song you have playing in your head?" I exclaimed.

Daisy thought for a moment and then realized I had caught on to her little dance and giggled. She started the dance again and laughed.

"It's a song my friends and I have been working on, we have made up some dance steps to it and I can't get it out of my head," she explained. I didn't think I'd be able to get her moves and the sight of her in the heels out of mine. 




Door To Door Salesman



"Let me see it," I said and sipped my beer.

"Oh all right but its not finished yet," she replied and I could see her trying to remember the steps in her head. She stepped forward with her right foot than back. She wiggled her body to the right and then back to the left and then back. 

The sight of a pretty girl is intoxicating but the sight of a pretty girl dancing and dancing well is an unbelievable turn on. Daisy had the moves and Mr. Happy went from half-mast to full-mast immediately. Her young body moved with grace and her lovely tits bounced to the tune she was humming.

"I like it," I lied; I really loved it. I smiled at her and asked her to do the last part again. It had a part in it where she jutted her ass out and rolled her hips. She seemed to know what I was talking about and went right to it. 

"That's great," I said as I watched her. "But something is missing," I told her. I moved to stand up and laughed at myself as the beer gave me sea legs, all wobbly and jelly-fishlike. I got up and moved behind her. "Try this," I started and got her to turn away from me with her back and ass to me. "When you are doing the grind with your hips, take your hands and swing them in a sassy or flirtatious way," I advised her pulling her ass to my pelvis. Daisy almost lost her balance on her heels and leaned back into me.

"Whoops," she exclaimed as she brought her hand back to brace herself and grazed my hard on. The feeling of her young ass rubbing across my crotch was incredible and I held her there for a moment.

"See?" I stated as I moved her hands to show what I meant. "You need to do something with your hands too," I told her. Daisy was all ears and seemed to ignore the fact I was holding her lovely ass to my crotch and listened closely to my instruction. Taking my hands I placed them on her hips and had her grind for me again.

"Slow," I told her and reminded her of her hands when she looked down at my pelvis as I ground back into her. She seemed to ignore my lewdness and went about adding the hand sequence to her dance.

"I like this," Daisy said and I smiled as I did too. But she was talking about her hands and what she had incorporated into her dance. She showed me quickly as I held her to me. 

'It looks good, see it gives the viewer something else to look at as you dance," I replied. Her ass was doing wonderful things to my cock. It was firm as a hell and pushing against my suit pants. "Now are you girls going to wear skirts for this dance," I asked, changing the subject. I wanted Daisy to keep her mind on the dance and not on my not-so-subtle pelvis grind and roving hands.

"We haven't really decided," Daisy said and looked over her right shoulder at my face.

"I like it," I said, pushing her ass forward to look at the skirt. Taking my hand, I flipped up the skirt slightly, pretending to see how it moved when tussled. Her lovely ass came into view as well as where her thong split her ass cheeks. 

"I think it'll work," I started but advised that they look into heavier material so it doesn't fly up as much. I accented what I meant by flipping up her skirt some more with my hands.

Daisy giggled and took her hands and smoothed the skirt down afterwards. "I have a leather skirt that won't rise up as much, I think I can use that," she said. 

"Yeah, that might work, just as long as it doesn't restrict your movements," I said as I flipped her skirt up one last time. Leaning forward, I glanced in front of her to see how her little thong looked. 'Yep, I thought it flips up too high in the front," I said as I leered at her tiny little pouch in front. I couldn't be sure but I would bet she was shaven as no stray hairs showed around her cute little love pouch.

Taking my left hand, I placed it on her left ass cheek and asked her to do the slow grind she did at the end of her dance. She rocked her hips as I held and subtly kneaded her flesh. Her ass was tight and I heard Daisy sigh as she bit her lower lip and moved. 

"How about this?" I suggested and Daisy listened. Taking my hands, I moved her hips forward and back instead of side to side. Her hips simulated 'screwing' as she rocked them forward and back. 

"Yeah that's it," I said as my hands held her ass and hips. 'Now keep you back straight and buck like this,' I told her as my left hand slipped under her skirt from behind to cup her pouch. 

Daisy felt my hand and giggled but kept dancing. She was really getting into dong the new step and was trying to coordinate her back and chest with what her hips and pelvis were doing. Putting my right hand on her belly, I held her torso straight as she moved.

"Now spread your legs slightly," I told her as my left hand subtlety massaged her lips and clit. Daisy breathed in deeply and sighed as she was feeling the effects of my hand but didn't stop me. She slid her legs apart and sat down further on my hand. Her young body teetered on her heels and my fingers and hand. "Spread your legs wider," I order as I watched she shudder for the first time. She slid her legs wider and if I weren't there, probably would have fallen. "That's it," I told her as she began bucking for real now.

"Oooh," she muttered and moaned. "Oooh, Oooh," she cried out softly as I pulled her thong to the side to smooth her juices across her pussy lips. "Oh my god," she exclaimed as I let my middle finger enter her moist flower. Her legs quaked as her butt rose up and down

"Come on spread those legs," I told her; as her orgasm seemed to be building. With my finger in her twat, I patted her lips with my other fingers being careful to tap her little clit as I did it.

Daisy's leg moved apart further but I could tell she was trying to keep from falling and moved her hands and arms to fumble and grab a hold of me. "Oh Mister, oh mister, I don't think we should be," she started and stopped. Her voice went gutteral and she came hard, "Oh fuck, oh fuck." 

"Come on spread those legs," I yelled at her as I quickened my fingers and hand. Daisy did as she was told, even lifting her left leg as she leaned into me and came hard. Her voice and breath went shallow and I thought she was going to hyperventilate. She looked incredible orgasming, sprawled on my hand and panting. I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips and she responded by kissing me back. She had cum hard so she was weakened by it and her body fell into mine. 

"Yeah that's it," I told her as my finger piston in and out of her juicy quim a couple of more times for effect. Picking her up, I took her to the couch and plopped her down there. She fell hard and her legs flew up and I got my first good full look at her beautiful little pussy peering out and around her disheveled thong. She was shaven except for a small landing strip above pussy.

I knelt down quickly and buried my face in her little honey pot and Daisy squealed in delight. My tongue split her lips and sought inside. Daisy tried to close her legs to the sensation but I held them wide. Her juices tasted incredible as I sucked on her tender lips. 

"Oh my god," Daisy said as I vibrated her lips with my mouth. Taking my left hand, I stuck it in her face so she could lick and suck her juices off. She responded by taking a hold of my wrist and licking and tasting each one of my digits. Moving my mouth up, I gummed her clit and upper lips in my mouth. Daisy responded by bucking her hips into my face. "Oh yes, oh yes,' she cried as her free hand grabbed me by the hair and held me to her twat. Playfully, I took my mouth away from her pussy only to have her try forcefully to pull my head back to her clit. "Oh don't stop," she begged as her head thrashed against the back of the couch.

"What do you want me to do?" I teased her as I looked up at her glossy eyes.

"Don't stop, don't stop, please don't stop," she murmured and pulled at my head.

"Don't stop, what?" I laughed as I spread her legs wider and tilted her hips up to my mouth.

"Oooh, don't stop licking me," she exclaimed. With that I dove my face in her twat and continued to eat her little pussy. I slid a finger in her lovehole and matched my licking and gumming to it, sliding it in and out of her.

"Oh, Oh," she groaned as she held my head to her twat and did a slow buck to match my manipulations. Looking up to my sides, I could see her toes curling and unfurling in her high heels and knew she was moments away. "Oh, fuuuuucccccckkkk," she murmured as she came on my face. I held her to my mouth as she bucked and bucked to completion. Her left hand rose to her head and she ran her fingers through her hair at the top of her head.

"I never did that before," she moaned as I untangled myself from her legs.

"Sure," I teased her and winked at her. I reached between her legs and undid her thong. I stuffed them in my suit coat pocket. 

"Aww," Daisy faked being upset at me taking her panties.

I reached forward and took her hand as we raised from the couch. I took her by the hand and headed to the hallway. I didn't know where we were going and glanced around.

"Where are you taking me?" Daisy asked as she wobbled on her heels beside me. 

"Where's your bathroom?" I asked.

"Oooh," she kidded and pointed down the hall, "Its on the left."

We moved to the bathroom quickly as I had to piss like a racehorse. Daisy obediently followed me and I had a hard time focusing on where I was going with her short skirt rising up and exposing her exquisite ass and shaved muff.

I turned on the light to the bathroom and pulled her inside. As good as she was able to dance with the heels on, she was clumsy walking next to me. I closed the door and let go of her hand and began unzipping my pants. Pull my jacket aside I pulled out my semi-hard cock. I tried not to look at Daisy as she could easily get me harder. I flipped the lid and pointed my cock at the bowl and let loose. I looked over at Daisy who was watching intently and giggling shyly.

I smiled at her and groaned, "Light beer." Seeing her smiling face and her eyes fixated on my cock gave me an idea. Reaching over, I grabbed her left hand and moved it to my cock. 

"Oooh," Daisy muttered as I brought her hand to my shaft.

"Take hold of it," I told her and she did with a giggle. She grabbed it softly and held it as I peed endlessly. Her hand wrapped around it and squeezed it gently and I could tell she was enjoying feeling it and holding it.

"You ever do this before," I said as I pulled her closer to me and kissed her. My left hand swung behind her and felt up her lovely ass. She nodded her head 'no' and kissed me with her young tongue exploring my mouth.

"Shake it," I told her as I broke our kiss and finished peeing. She wiggled my cock and it drained the last couple drops. "Keep shaking it," I told her as I felt my cock being to throb from her manipulations.

"That's it," I told her as her soft little hand massaged my cock. "Now stop shaking it and stroke it up and down," I replied. Daisy muttered, 'Ok' and began trying to run her hand up and down my dick.

"You've done this before," I commented with a laugh. Daisy giggled and nodded her head 'Yes.' "I could get used to this," I said as I brought my right hand up to her shirt. I slid my hand underneath and played with her lovely braless tits. Daisy's nipples were rock hard as I kneaded her beautiful bosom. She seemed oblivious to me as she watched my cock grow and curve upward in her hand.

Glancing at my watch, I realized it was almost 6:30. Daisy's mom would be off the clock and home in about twenty minutes. I motioned for her to follow me and we walked back to the living room. My zipper was still down and my cock swung as we walked. I tugged her along and as she stumbled along beside me I got harder and harder. Daisy had a wonderfully hot body and I couldn't get the sight of her cumming, doing the sexy new dance, out of my head. Daisy was laughing now as we moved into the living room as her eyes eyed my cock and how it poked out of my pants.

"You like that," I kidded as I swung her around me to face me. She giggled and reached for my cock with her hand. "Kneel down,' I told her as I blocked her hand. I stepped around her and sat on the couch. Daisy watched me and then got down on her knees in front of the couch and me. I put her body between my legs and leaned forward and kissed her. She was facing me and I turned her sideways so I could play with her ass with my left hand and her chest with my right. She kissed me back hungrily as I pulled her top up above her breasts. She was a great French kisser and I could easily do it with her for hours.

"These are beautiful," I complimented on her young breasts and she smiled. My left hand cupped her ass cheeks and rubbed them. "Your mom is going to be coming home so we haven't a lot of time," I said as I gave her a peck on the cheek. I took my right hand and grabbed her lips from the side and squeezed her mouth open. Her lips pursed and I kissed her roughly. "I want you to be a good girl and suck my cock," I said and kissed her again. "Understand?" I asked and winked. She nodded 'yes.' "You have sucked a man's cock before haven't you," I asked and she shook her head 'yes' again. I looked in her beautiful eyes and saw some hesitation. "Really?" I asked again, getting mixed signals. "Really?" I repeated and gave her a sideways glance.

"Yeah," Daisy said and giggled nervously. 

"You haven't, have you?" I asked.

"Naw," she admitted.

"That's all right," I told her. I squeezed her mouth again and kissed her on the lips three quick times. "I'll teach you," I told her and kissed her again. I leaned backwards on the couch and pulled Daisy around so she was directly in front of me on her knees and her face over my lap.

"Now you know how you were tugging my cock in the bathroom?" I asked. Daisy nodded 'yes' and brought her hands up. "Start slow and stroke it upwards," I told her and watched how she pumped my cock upwards.

"That's it just like that," I said. I smiled at her and looked at her angelic face. "You have done this before," I said and grinned at her.

"Yeah," she replied. 

"For whom?" I asked, as I reached forward and cupped her left breast. 

Daisy was all smiles and looked away shyly.

"Come on, who?" I asked and watched her wiggle on her knees.

"Keep strokin'," I told her as she slowed down as she avoided my questioning. I took my left hand and cupped her chin so she'd have to look at me. "Whose cock you been strokin'," I kidded and she laughed.

"I had this boss last summer when I worked for at the mall," she said and grinned. I opened my eyes wide and acted surprised. I would think almost any guy who came across this girl would want something like that from her. 

"Really," I said and waited to hear more.

"We always finished up the night together," she admitted, "he would send everyone else home and tell me he needed help in his office or the stock room." 

"Really?" I said and asked, "He only wanted you to give him a hand job?" I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips and ran my hand down her back to play with her ass.

'Naw, he wanted a whole lot more but that's all I would let him do, I mean that's all I would do for him," she corrected herself.

'So he'd have you jack him off after work every night?" I said and smiled. Daisy grinned and kissed me. Her hands again slowed on my cock and I took my hand and covered hers and made her pump her hands faster.

"Would he cum fast or would it take a long time?" I asked again as I leaned back and enjoyed her professional hand job and story.

"Usually it would take a long time," she replied and eyed my cock as it moved in her hands.

"He couldn't get off?" he exclaimed. I couldn't imagine any guy taking a long time in her hands.

"I think he would prolong it on purpose," she quipped as she smiled at me and I think she was hinting at our timetable.

"Cute," I chided her and added, "What did he do all the time you were jerking him off?"

"He just sat there and stared at my tits or called me a bunch of names," she replied. Her hands were working their magic but she was losing speed. "Sometimes he'd ask me to suck on his fingers and show him my tits, ass, or cookie," she added.

"Keep stroking dear," I reminded her and playfully tweaked her left nipple. "Cookie? I like that," I said with a smile. Daisy smiled back and bit her lip.

"So he's sitting there in his office or in the stock room and he has your lovely face and body right in front of him and your hands are stroking his cock, was his cock bigger than mine?" I said as I sought clarity and my ego had to know.

"No, he was tiny compared to you," she giggled. With her fingers, she showed me his size. I proudly buffed out my chest and Daisy got it and laughed.

"So you are stroking his tiny cock and he's calling you sweetheart, right?" I asked.

"Naw," she said shaking her head violently. 

"Sugar, Baby, Sweet Pea?" I kidded.

"Naw, he liked to call me nasty names and then he'd apologize afterward," she explained.

"Like what?" I asked and leaned forward to kiss her again. Her mouth was so wet and warm and her tongue so active and firm, I couldn't wait to feel them on my cock.

"I don't want to say," she denied.

"Come on, I want to hear them," I said. Daisy hemmed and hawed and finally relented. She told me he called her all kinds of nasty names like, slut, whore, cock hound, cocksucker, and cunt. She said she did it because she needed the job and noticed her pay rate go up weekly.

"So would he cum right there on your hands?" I asked and she shook her head 'no.'

"Naw, he liked to cum on my face or on my chest," she said. "He really liked to cum on my face but he'd always ask if he could cum in my mouth." She told me. "I wouldn't let him," she proudly explained.

"That a girl," I said and kissed her again. "Oh fuck," I exclaimed as I looked at my watch. We had only a little time and I had so much I wanted to teach her.

"What?" Daisy said as I blurted out and surprised her.

"We've got to get finished, your mom is on the way," I said. She smiled at me and I told her to kiss my cock.

She furled her brow like it was a strange request but leaned forward and gave it a soft kiss. Some of my pre-cum wet her lips and she licked it away. She leaned back satisfied with her accomplishment and I could tell she was gauging the taste of my leakage and my cock.

"Do it again," I said as I took my cock in hand and she let go of it. "Put your hands on the floor," I said as I watched her look for a place to put them.

Daisy's hands dropped to the floor as her mouth dropped to my cock. She gave it a longer kiss and this time I felt her tongue lap at my juices there. She licked at the slit in my penis a couple of more times and leaned away. By her face and expression I could tell the taste of cum didn't turn her off, but instead she seemed to actually like it.

"Did you like beating off your boss?" I asked her.

"I didn't like beating HIM off," Daisy clarified and giggled. "It was funny in a way," she admitted. "I used to do it but think I was doing it to someone else," she explained. "When I went home I would be all turned on and have to masturbate before I could get to bed," she said and smiled slyly.

"You SLUT," I teased.

"AYE." She quipped as she faked displeasure.

"Take my cock head in your mouth and swirl your tongue around it," I told her. She leaned forward and opening her mouth engulfed it. She looked up at me as she did and I winked at her. Her mouth felt incredible as I stroked my cock to her licking and sucking. "That's it," I said as the top of my right hand bumped into her lips as I jerked off. She was slurping on my cock and the sound resonated from the sides of her mouth. In addition to the sound, her mouth drooled her warm saliva down the sides of my cock. 




Door To Door Salesman



"Fuck Yeah," I said as she was coaxing the cum right out of my balls with her hungry mouth. I slid my hand to the base of my shaft and just held my cock with my thumb and index finger. Pushing up with my hips, my cock disappeared between her lovely lips. "Open your mouth wide," I instructed her. I sped up my hips so that I was fucking up into her mouth. My cock is about seven inches long and Daisy was taking about 5 1/2 inches with every pump. 

"You've got a great mouth," I said as I brought both hands to the sides of her head. I pulled her mouth off of me and leaned forward and kissed her. I was going to put my cock back in her mouth when she caught her breath and spoke.

"Could you please call me those names I told you my boss used to call me?" she asked and I gulped hard. I don't usually use words like that myself and she was far too angelic looking to do that to. I was learning as much as she disliked jerking off her boss, she did like aspects of their little game.

"I guess," I said and tried in my mind to put the words in a coherent sentence. She spoke up again and I smiled.

"Also could you rub you cock on my face," she asked with a shy smile that seemed to me like she was afraid to offend me.

"I feel more comfortable with that, than calling you a bunch of names," I told her. 

She smiled at me and whispered 'please' that reminded me of a little kid begging for candy in the check out line of a store.

"I guess, if I have to," I joked and pulled her head to my lap so I could smack my penis on her face.

"Oooh," Daisy moaned as my engorged cock smacked bluntly on her nose cheek and lips.

"Stick your tongue out," I told and when she did I pounded my pud on her moist tongue. The sound was a wet 'thhhupt' and the feeling was incredible. "That's the way you little slut," I groaned. She smiled at me and tried to catch my cock with her mouth. "No you don't," I yelled at her pushed her head down so she was licking and sucking on my balls as I rubbed my shaft on her forehead. "That's it tongue my balls you lil cockhound," I instructed her. The cute little brunette who had only a little over an hour ago asked me in to wait for her mom had changed before my very eyes. She was a nympho without limits and I was enjoying her talents and dirty desires. 

"Put my dick back in your mouth,' I ordered her, slowly becoming comfortable with bossing Daisy around. Taking a hold of my cock, I pulled her head back to my cock and she engulfed it. "That's it suck on the head slut," I said as I pushed her head down on my rod. She accommodated me and allowed my cock to slide into her young, velvety throat. Grabbing her by the hair, I pulled her head off my cock. "Let's make it pop," I instructed her and pulled her head back to my cock. Up and down her head went, encasing it with her mouth and then while sucking, I pulled her head off. The result was a wet, 'Thhhpopp' sound that sounded incredible but felt 10x better.

"Fuck yeah," I swore and Daisy laughed at me. My cock was wet and harder than ever. "Faster, bitch," I said and looked at her face to see if I had insulted her. She just winked at me and wrapped her lips around my cock. "Thhhpopp," "Thhhpopp," "Thhhpopp," her mouth went as I rocked up with my hips to try and slide my cock further and further into her tight mouth and throat. 

"Fuckin' A," I exclaimed as I felt my balls ready to release a tsunami. 

"Hold your mouth open," I told her and taking my cock wiggled it back in forth to both sides of her mouth. The sound was incredible and made Daisy laugh and chuckle causing my cock to vibrate. "Wooobbbbooobbbboooobbb," her mouth echoed as her saliva ran down my cock.

"That's it, that's it, suck," I said and smiled at the little cock hound and her amazing mouth.

Lost in the moment, we both almost came unglued when the ring of the phone beside the couch pierced our ears. I don't know what Daisy thought it was but it caught me so off-guard that I thought it meant her mom was home.

Daisy allowed my cock to slip from her mouth and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. She winked at me and wiggled on her knees to reach the phone. Picking up the receiver, she answered cautiously, "Hello?" 

My cock had been harder than a rock in Daisy's mouth but with the phone I had grown soft. I knew her mom was well on her way so I shoved it back in my pants and zipped up dejectedly. Talk about 'blue balls'. Daisy's eyes went wide and she smiled. She took her finger and pointed at the phone and grinned at me. I didn't understand what she meant by it and shrugged. "Alright mom, so what time are you going to be home?" she asked. "Okay, no, no one called...but we did have a vacuum salesman come by," she said and I adamantly waved at her to not say anything more. "No I told him you wouldn't be home until later and he left," she lied and smirked. "Alright, I love you too, have fun," Daisy said before hanging up. 

Before she could hang up the receiver my pants were down around my ankles. Turning to me, she smiled as she saw me pounding my meat. She grinned and moved back between my legs.

"So when is mom coming home?" I asked with a lewd grin.

"She is going out with her co-workers," Daisy replied with a grin. "She told me not to wait up for her," she added.

"Hmmm," I murmured as I reached down to pull my pants completely off my legs. "In that case," I said and pulled Daisy to her feet. "Why don't you climb up here and sit on my lap," I stated as she began straddling my growing member.

It took no time for Daisy's juicy twat to get lubed up for my cock. Problem was her tightness. She said she was a virgin and I reveled in the thought I was first to try out this tantalizing brunette's honey pot. We worked my cock in slowly until it slid freely and made a sloppy wet sound each time I pulled her young hips down on my rod. 

"Oooh," she moaned as faced me and buried her face in my neck. Taking my hands I held her tight ass cheeks and push-pulled her body on and off my cock. Her pussy was warm as hell and griped my cock firmly.

I ran my left hand up and down her taut back and even tugged on her hair. She moaned softly and I could tell she was enjoying the ride as she ground her mound against my pelvis on our down strokes. 

"Spread your knees, my lil slut," I told her, as I wanted to increase the pressure of her mound and clit against my body.

"Oooh," she moaned as she slid her legs wider. She sucked on my neck and tried to control her breathing as I bucked up against her hot little body.

"Come on fuck me," I told her as I took and spread her ass wide and ground her pussy against me,

"Oooh, Oooh, I'm going to cum," she told me as her hips began to involuntarily buck. "Fuck me, fuck me," she wailed as her little body spasmed and shuddered. Seeing this hot little number cumming on my lap was almost too much to bear. Tilting her head up I kissed her hard on the lips, Daisy responded with an urgency that was intoxicating.

I spread her ass and put my right hand under her to hold her lips as I fucked up into her. My fingers on either side of my cock and against her pussy lips were too much for her and she ground her body down against me and groaned. My palm was against her perineum and I felt it contract violently.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god,' she cried out as she broke our kiss. Her voice grew more guttural and weary with each utterance and breath. Making a woman cum never felt more empowering and I relished the moment and fucked her as hard as I could. "Oooh, Oooh," she murmured as she held onto my neck and enjoyed the ride.

It took about a minute and a half to catch her breath and recover from orgasming and she kissed me lightly on the forehead and tried to lift herself off my hard cock. She had a glazed look on her face and smiled weakly as she stumbled to get up. 

"Did you spurt?" she asked and I laughed at her wording.

"No, not yet," I said as I lifted her up and deposited her spent little body beside me. She slumped on the couch beside me and exhaled holding her hand to her heaving chest. "You really came hard," I stated and playfully smacked her on her upturned hip and ass cheek.

"Oh god yes," she laughed and took my hand. She pulled it up to her mouth and kissed it. 

"Want to see me spurt?" I asked her as she licked between my middle and index finger.

"Sure," she giggled and looked at me cock. It was still hard and wet from her juicy pussy.

Taking my hand away from her face, I reached behind her head and pulled it to my lap. Her head laid on my stomach inches from my cock and she playfully extended her tongue to lick at it. My cock responded by lurching to her tongue's caress.

'That's it just lick at the slit," I said as I took my cock in my right hand and began jerking off. My cock felt incredible as my hand ran up and down the shaft and her eager mouth and tongue licked at my slit. Pre-cum came and went as she lapped it up.

"Fuck yeah," I said as her tongue teased my slit and cock head. "Keep licking, slut," I said as I jerked harder and pushed my cock at her face. Taking my left hand, I rubbed her neck and held her head to my lap. "Come on make me pop," I urged her as my balls began to feel that all too familiar build up. "Keep licking, keep licking," I moaned now as I began to reach the point of no return. 'You want to see me spurt, lil slut?" I asked, but didn't get any reply as Daisy giggled and licked as my cock smashed into her nose and open mouth.

"Fuck don't stop, don't stop," I said as my first spurt flew. Daisy laughed as it hit her in her let eye and on her cheek. 'Open your mouth, open your mouth," I groaned as I shot a second and third spurt. Daisy opened her mouth and caught the third and fourth spurt and swallowed before allowing me to push about four or five inches into the back of her mouth. I could hear her moan as she sucked on my pride and joy and swallowed the rest of my man juice. Pumping my cock with my right hand, I emptied my balls into her sweet mouth and shudder myself.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," I groaned as her mouth worked wonders on my cock. The sensations were incredible and were growing too strong and sensitive. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and shuddered. "Oh Fuckin' A," I groaned as Daisy smiled up at me and giggled.

"You like?" she teased in broken English.

I shook my head and laughed. She still looked angelic even with my semen on her forehead, eyelid, and cheek. I put my left hand on top of her head and lightly tousled her hair. Exhaling, I asked her, "Can I cum over next Friday to wait for your mom to sell her a vacuum?"

"Sure," Daisy said with a grin. Leaning forward, she kissed my contented cock head. A dollop of cum appeared at the slit that looked like a tiny pearl. Seeing it, Daisy extended her tongue to lap it up as she looked up at me and winked.



Door to Ecstacy



I traced the brass numbers on the motel door. They felt smooth underneath my fingers as I took a deep breath.

What adventure was on the other side of the door? I looked behind me only to see the $29.99 room rate and vacancy signs flickering. The drone of a car engine was humming in the distance.

How did I get to this point? It had been so long since I had seen him that it was difficult to visualize his features. What stood out were the coarse hairs of his mustache, as they grazed upon my lips when we kissed or along my inner thighs when he decided to give me more pleasure than I had ever received.

The letter he sent was concise and outlined what I was to do. Wearing a tight black straight skirt with a silk black thong was the first requirement. A tight black satin blouse worn with a matching silky bra was the second. He had always complimented me on my clothing, but was usually in such a hurry to separate me from my clothing that underclothes didn't seem to matter. He also expected me to wear a garter black, sheer black stockings, and black high heels.

The final requirement was the most surprising. I was to come to the motel room with a shaven pussy. He knew this requirement would signal my submission to the situation. I was to be his vessel for the evening, to fill with his warm come in any position or situation that he found suitable.

It had been a two hour drive in the car and the feeling of the nylons pressing together on my legs was too much to bear. I found myself rubbing my legs together to increase the pressure and had moistened the thin strip of silk encasing my bottom on more than one occasion. Thinking back to the last time we were together brought a wry smile to my lips. I had allowed him to take me on front of my own mirror like a whore. His come dripped out of me after our hour long lovemaking, in which he took me in four different positions. The feeling of his body enveloping me and constraining me from movement had brought such excitement. I was sure this time would be no different.

My husband and I had just parted ways, mostly because I was never as satisfied emotionally or physically. He got the kids and I got the money.

I knocked on the door.

He opened it and immediately embraced me. There were no pretensions tonight. He had not promised a movie or dinner this time. We would concentrate on one thing...pleasuring each other.

His small kisses on the nape of my neck stirred a desire in that had been suppressed for two long. I felt his hot breath on my body, the heat just made me desire more of what was to come.

He commanded me to take my coat off and stand in the middle of the room. He slowly gazed at me starting at my head...down to my heeled shoes...and then back up. The tension in the room was becoming thick.

Next he told me to lift my skirt to see if I had submitted to all of his demands. I slowly shimmied my skirt up until it was up to my waist. Then I moved the soaking wet thong aside. My freshly shaved pussy stood on display, just beckoning for some company. He whistled lowly to himself and exclaimed "Wow!"

Then he stood up and moved behind me. He kissed the back and side of my neck as his hands slowly caressed my body above my waist. Each inch seemed to take two minutes. My desire just grew.

One hand pulled my blouse out from my waistband and went up to my breasts. He lightly touched and cupped my breasts before squeezing them. I tensed up and choked. His fingers finally met my nipples. Not wanting to climax immediately, he used the tip of his pointer fingers to slowly encircle my nipples until they were trying to burst though my bra. He finally pulled the cups of my bra down. Flesh on flesh, I tried to clench my legs together, but he simply put on of his knees between my legs to keep them open.

Before I knew it, he had pulled my thong down to my ankles. I had been smart to wear it over my garter belt. This had the effect of a rubber band so I was limited by how far I could open my legs.

He used his left hand to move down to my pussy lips. The sensation of his flesh upon mine sent me over the edge. I relaxed back into his body, placed my heels firmly on the ground, and threw my head back. "Oh my God" was the only phrase that escaped from my lips.

The next thing I knew, his pants and boxers were by his ankles. He shimmied me to the wall. As this was his favorite position, I placed my arms high on the wall. The tip of his penis nestled between my legs, as his fingers frantically worked on my clitoris. His body enveloped me and he used his hand to guide himself in. He was still at first so I could get used to his size. I moved myself repeatedly back to his waist and succumbed to my desire. The time passed quickly until I felt the squirting on my womb. I stopped and just concentrated upon the sensation of being completely filled. It had been so long since I had felt so completely fucked.

We continued a few hours later, after giving him time to recover and rest. By this time, I was completely naked. He fucked me in the shower, on the toilet, on the floor, and yes, even on the bed. I even allowed him to blindfold me. Basically, I was insatiable...but those are stories for another time.

We are still together and going strong. So far I've also had the pleasure of ducking some of his ex-girlfriends and boyfriends.

However, I'll never forget the rush of emotions standing in front of that door...the door to ecstacy.



Door Unlocked



My wife, Suzie, and I were watching TV the other night and around 7:30 we were getting a little frisky so we decided to go into the bedroom where it would be a little more comfortable and continue what we started. We walked into the bedroom where I proceeded to finish undressing my wife and we lay down on the bed so I started licking her breasts. 

We alternated between kissing and my sucking on her nipple and licking around the tip. I then started to work my way down and kissed all along her chest and stomach and licked around her belly button which she always liked. I then opened her legs and kissed her mound and down her legs and then worked my way back up and licked up and down her slit. 

I then took my hands and opened her up a little more so I could suck on her clit and get my tongue deeper in her hole. I had my wife rocking on the bed and moaning while I had my head buried between her legs.

About that time I was knocked to the side and a young black kid climbed on top of my wife and slides his big cock into Suzie in one motion. Neither of us heard anything and he was inside Suzie before either of us knew what happened. 

Suzie opened her eyes and screamed out "Oh my God, what are you doing?" 

He said "I told you that I was going to fuck you. You kept telling me that you would see me in jail before that happened but look who was right." "Here I am fucking your pretty white ass and there is nothing you can do about it." 

Suzie then told me to call the cops to which the kid said "I will be finished by the time that the cops get here and with the back door unlocked and no signs of forced entry and as wet as you were there would be no signs of trauma, you will have a hard time proving that this was rape." "I will tell them that you two are into kinky three way sex and you invited me over but when you liked me fucking you so much your husband decided to claim rape to keep me away from you." 

We both knew that he was right and we would have a very hard time proving that he raped anyone so neither of us knew what to do. 

Suzie then said "Ok then go ahead and fuck me, push that cock in me real fast and cum in me. I will make it good for you so come on and fuck me; I want you to cum in me." 

He said "You are not going to get me to finish so fast as I am going to enjoy this now that I have it. I have watched you two fuck in front of me three times and every time I have wanted to come over here and fuck you. Now that I am, I am going to make it last so get prepared for a long fuck, I know that you will enjoy it." 

With that he started long slow strokes pulling almost all the way out and pushing slowly all the way in. Suzie kept trying to get him to pull out but with him on top and his legs between hers there was not much she could do. 

I lay there and considered my options of what to do. He was much bigger than me so beating him up was not going to happen, I thought about getting a baseball bat and smacking him in the back of the head but I thought there would be a good chance that I could hurt Suzie in the fight. Since I did not own a gun I figured the best thing to do was let him have his way with Suzie and make sure it never happened again. 

He was pushing as deep as he could go and saying, "I knew that you would feel this good, your cunt feels like it was made for me. You feel so tight and soft as I push my cock into you. I told you that we would fuck like this and that it would feel incredible just like it is right now. Your cunt is grabbing my cock and wrapping itself around me like a hand would. I am going to fuck you all night long and you are going to have more orgasms that you ever dreamt possible." 

With that he started pushing in a little harder and a little faster all the while crying out "You are so good, this feels so great." 

Suzie was doing her best to make it good for him so that he would cum and we could end this nightmare. She kept saying "Oh yes you feel good now just fuck me harder, I want you to fuck me faster it does feel good. I want you to cum in me, please cum in me." 

He said "I will cum in you and I will cum in you again and again but for right now I just want to keep fucking this fine little pussy because it feels like it was made for me." He was fucking her at a pretty fast pace now and looked like he was getting close so I thought it would soon be over. 

About that time I heard Suzie "Oh no please cum in me now, I need you to cum now." With that she threw her head back and closed her eyes but I could see that she was losing her battle. Her legs lifted up and wrapped themselves around his ass and she started rocking up and down with his movements. 

He said "I told you that you would have the greatest orgasm of your life while I was fucking you, now just enjoy it as I am going to keep fucking you as you have orgasm after orgasm." 

Suzie had now lost it and was cumming hard "Yes push it in me hard, I need you to fuck me now as I cum for you. You feel so thick in me and I feel so full. I did not know that it was going to feel soooooooo good. Your cock feels so thick in me that I can't help it but cum for you. Fuck me deeper, please fuck me." She was rising to meet every stroke that he made and they were fucking hard and fast as he drove her to her first orgasm. 

Without even knowing I had pulled my cock out and was stroking it as I watched this very hot scene. I had complete lost the realization that my wife was being raped and could only see that these two were fast approaching final release. 

Suzie was the first as she cried out "I am cumming, I am cumming so hard. Oh my God you are making me cum with you. Your thick cock has me so hot that I can't help cumming on it. Keep fucking me with that thick cock and make me cum and cum. I need you to fuck me fast now, I need your cock. Oh please fuck me." Her legs were pushing on his ass to make him push harder and deeper. 

He kept up with her stroke for stroke as he took her over the top to the hardest orgasm that I have ever seen her have. As she came down from her orgasm she relaxed her legs but he was still pumping into her pretty fast. 

Suzie then said "Yes fuck me fast and cum in me, I need to feel you shoot in me. I want you to fuck me until you cum hard in me." 

He just looked at her and said "I am going to keep fucking you until I get you to cum for me again." "I want us to fuck until we cum together so get ready for round two as I take you even higher than I just did." With that he started really pushing fast and hard into her as he was showing no signs of slowing down or cumming any time soon. He was pumping in her for all he was worth and seemed to be as deep as he could go. 

It was actually the hottest scene that I have ever watched as his dark color against her pale white skin seemed to add to the hotness of the situation. I could not help but watch as his thick meat would come out and slide back in. It looked like it was about 8" long but was almost as thick. It looked hot watching it go in and out this close. I had never watched two people fuck before and this was hotter than any porno movie that I seen. Being there in person all I could see was his thick cock as it pounded into her outstretched cunt. I had completely lost what was happening and actually wanted him to pound it into her. 

They were like two people on fire as the pace had really picked up and again Suzie had wrapped her legs around him and was urging him on as he was fucking her fast and deep. 

"You are going to make me cum again for you. I have never cum twice while fucking but you are going to do it as I am getting close but I want us to cum together. Please cum with me as you take me there. I want us to cum together this time. I want to feel you shooting into me as I climax on your incredibly thick and good cock. Oh please cum with me." 

"I am going to cum with you this time but I am going to cum as soon as you are done so that I can feel this tight pussy cumming on my cock. Your cunt feels so tight against my cock that it feels like a glove and I have never felt a cunt as lively as yours so I want you to cum on me again and then I will share my seed with you." 

Suzie was now lost in her feelings as she neared her second orgasm and was lifting her ass up to meet his every stroke. "Oh yes here I cum. I am now cumming on your thick cock again. I can't believe how hot your fucking has got me but I am cumming for you again." 

With that she started rolling her head back and forth and all I could hear was gurgling sounds as he pounded into her with his last ounce of strength. She was going "Oh yes, Oh my yes. It feels so good, I feel so full. Yes, yes push it in me, I need you to fuck me now oh please keep fucking me. I have never felt so high, please fuck me, fuck me, and fuck me. yesssssssssssssssssss." 

About the time that she started to cum down from her orgasm he announced. "Here it cums baby, I am going to cum for you now. I am going to shoot my man seed into you. I have been saving this for you because I knew that we would fuck like this. I knew you were going to be hot and that we would fit together like this. I just knew that you would love this cock once you had a taste. Now get ready for a big load as I shoot inside you." 

I could see his ass muscles start to clinch up as he pushed in real hard and fast as he reached his peak. 

Suzie cried out "I can feel you shooting inside me. Your cock is pulsing inside me and getting even bigger, you feel so thick inside me, and I think I am going to cum again as you shoot inside me. Yes, keep fucking me as I suck all your seed out and inside me. I am cumming again for you as we both cum together. Please keep shooting inside me, I need your cock, I need your cum please keep fucking me. Oh this feels so good, soooo goood. Fucccccccccccck me here I cummmmm." 

When they had both finished he stayed inside her and started kissing her and kissing her neck and telling her how wonderful it felt. All the while he still had his cock in her and was slowly working it in and out. Suzie finally said "Please pull it out and lay next to me, I can't take anymore. Please pull it out now." With that he did pull out and rolled over. 

I found out that his name was Marcus and that he lived in back of us and had on a few occasions watched us through the window as we made love. I also found out that he had gone to our mail box to find out our names and after I had left for work or when I was out of town on business he would call Suzie and tell her how he had watched us fuck and that he was going to do the same with her. He would call her and tell her how incredible she looked as she was fucked but that if she fucked him it would be even better for her. 

I knew nothing about this as Suzie had never told me that he had seen us or that he was calling her. She said that she didn't think much about it as she just thought it was some young kid getting his jollies. We found out that Marcus was 19 and was renting the house with a friend of his as they went to the local college. 

He told Suzie that she was so much better than he ever imagined and wanted to know if he could fuck her again right now. 

Suzie said to him "You have raped me and I did not want you to fuck me nor was I waiting for you. I never felt that you would ever come into our house and after I told you that if you ever looked into our house again I would have you arrested I thought you would stop. We got a little carried away tonight and forgot to lock the back door but that did not give you the right to enter our bedroom." "I must admit that once you were in me and I told you to fuck me and cum in me that I could feel how full you made me feel and you were able to go for so long that I could not help but get excited and orgasm with you. 

Your cock felt so thick that it felt like a hammer going in and out and I have never had a cock so thick before. As it turned out I did enjoy having sex with you and you made me climax very hard and multiple times." With that Suzie looked down and saw what was inside her just moments ago. She reached out and put her hand around it. "It is thinker than I even thought. I can't believe that you got that inside me so easily but I can sure see why it brought me such pleasure." 

Suzie then looked at me and I could tell that she was asking me if she could so I just said that I needed to go to the bathroom. As I was walking out of the bedroom I looked back and watched as Suzie rolled over on top of Marcus and sank down on his cock. She was now going to fuck him and this time there would be no forcing. I walked back about an hour later and they were still lying side by side holding each other. 

I then asked if Marcus was going to spend the night and he said that he was. "I want to fuck your wife one more time before I have to get up and go to school in the morning but I need some rest and I don't think she can handle any more tonight." 

Suzie just looked at me to see if I was ok or if I was fighting mad. Since I did nothing to stop it in the first place I figured that doing anything now would just make me look bad so I said nothing.

I turned around and walked into the spare bedroom where I would spend the night. I woke up at about 5a.m. to the unmistakable sound of fucking going on. I could hear Suzie's voice as she was screaming out "Yes, oh please yes, I am cumming again. Please keep fucking me as I cum. You feel so incredible I want more so please keep fucking me as I cum for you." 

I got up and walked back to see what was happening only to find Suzie on all fours while Marcus was fucking her from behind. I watched as he plunged his cock in and out while he was mauling her tits for leverage. 

Suzie was squealing "This feels so good; I can't believe that you are fucking me so hard. I have never been fucked or fucked like this before and you make me feel so full that I can't get enough. I want you to, no I need you to fuck me harder and keep fucking me until I can't take it any more." "Yes, Yes, it is so good. You feel so good, Yessssss, Yesssss." 

Marcus then said "Hold on honey as I am about to fill you up one more time. You are milking my cock so good that I can't hold back any longer. I am going to push in as far as I can and fill you to overflowing as I cum inside you one more time." 

Suzie cried out "Yes please fill me up as I want you to cum in me and I want you to cum in me hard. I want us to cum together as you pound that magnificent cock in me. I want it in me oh please fuck me hard, fuck me faster make me cum with you." Suzie started pushing back into Marcus as he pounded her with all he had. 

Marcus said "Here I cum baby so cum with me. I can't wait any longer so here it cums." 

All I could hear Suzie say was Urrrrrrrggggl, yess, so good, oh my god so good. Yessssssss, Yesssss grrrrrrrgllll." Marcus was pushing into her as fast and as hard as he could as he neared his climax. 

"Oh yes you feel so good, I can feel your cunt muscles pulling on me as your cum for me. I can't believe how good you feel as you cum on my cock. I am going to cum in you but we are going to continue fucking because this is just too good to stop." With that Marcus pushed into her as far as he could go and made short fast little pumping motions as he emptied himself inside her. 

Suzie again cried out "Oh sweet Jesus, your cock is so thick as it pulses inside me. I can feel every jet of sperm go inside me as your cock pulses each time it shoots. It feels so incredible to be fucked like this." "Yes, I want you to keep fucking me, I want to cum with you one more time before you leave. I need to keep feeling that monster cock in me as I have never been this turned on before." 

As Marcus emptied himself inside Suzie he pulled out only to turn her over and lay down on top and push it right back inside her. Marcus started pushing it all the way in real slow as Suzie wrapped her legs around his ass and rose up to meet each stroke. 

She stated "You have made me into your whore for the night. I can't believe that I am fucking you like this but your cock has me on fire and I have never felt so full in my life and I want more. I want you to take me to new heights as you pump that thick cock in me. I need to cum on you and with you one more time. Your cock feels so good inside me. I love it, I love it. Please fuck me like you mean it. I need you to fuck me, please, please." 

Marcus picked up speed and started pushing into her a little harder. Marcus lifted her legs and put them on his shoulders so that he could sink his cock in even further. "Your pussy feels so good and so tight. This is so hot fucking you like this that I can't help wanting to keep fucking you and never stop. You feel so good to my cock as I push it inside you. I just knew from watching you that you would be this hot. I am going to keep fucking you until I take you to new heights, now cum for me like you have never cum before." 

Marcus was really pounding her with his cock as he would pull out only to slam it back in to its fullest. His cock was working at a pretty good speed as he fucked her with all he had. 

Suzie started crying out "Here I cum, I going to cum for you. You are getting me there again with your magnificent cock. I have never cum so much in my life but I am going to cum again. Ugggggggh I am cummmmmmmmmming, oh my I am cummmming so hard. Get me there, take me higher. I need you to fuck me good now. So good, soooooooo gooood." As Suzie started really shaking from cumming so hard it was all Marcus could take and he finally slammed his cock into her as he started cumming too. 

Suzie then yelled out "Oh yesss, I can feel you starting to shoot into me, you are so deep. Yes, I want you to cum with me, let us cum together. I am going to cum again while you shoot your jizz inside me. Yesssssss, yessss I am cumming with you oh my god it feels so good to feel you shoot inside me. Yessss, yesss." 

Marcus pulled out of her when he finished and again they lay next to each other. Marcus said "You are one incredible fuck, for your age you kept up with me pretty good. I can't believe how horny of a broad you are. You just could not get enough of this meat. I should have come over and fucked you after the first time that I watched you." 

With that he got up and started to get dressed. After Marcus left Suzie asked me if we could talk about what had just happened. I told her that I knew that what started out was not her fault. 

Suzie said that with her horny from thinking that she and I were going to make love and with the licking that I was giving her that she was very wet. She said that she could not believe that Marcus slid into her so easily but that his cock was so thick that it felt incredible when he entered her. 

As he continued to fuck her and with lasting so long that she could not help but cum and that once she had cum that she figured what was the since in fighting him. Now that he knew that he could make her climax on his cock she figured that she might as well let herself go and enjoy the situation. 

She could not believe that he was so eager and ready but figured that she would never get to experience a cock so thick again so she decided to go with it. 

She told me that she noticed that I had my cock out and looked like I was enjoying the show. I told her that I had never been that up close to it before and I could not help but get some relief too. Suzie said that she was sorry that she fucked him again this morning but she woke up with him lying behind her trying to stick his cock into her. 

Once he got his cock into her he got her up on her knees and fucked her from behind and in that position he was able to go even deeper than before and she came very hard. She thanked me for not causing a scene and hoped that things would now get back to normal.