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Getting In Line Ch. 1

By: Imaginator



Do you know the first time I saw you? It was in my check-out lane at Food World.

"Lane 6 is open with no one in line," I had just finished broadcasting over the speaker system, when you came forward and laid your items on the conveyor. Man, you were so beautiful and sexy, with your long wavy red hair that framed your lightly tanned face. Your tank-top and mini-shorts revealed your toned arms and long slender legs. Your thick-lashed eyelids were drooped and your full red lips were parted, as you dug into your purse for your bill-fold. Did you notice me staring at you with my mouth hanging open?

"I'm kind of in a hurry," you said with a soft sleepy voice. "Could you ring these up for me, please?"

Oh, your wish was my command, my goddess. I quickly dragged your carefully chosen items over the scanner: a six-pack of beer, a liter of diet soda, a package of hot dogs and a magazine. The glossy cover of the magazine had caught my eyes like fly-paper. It displayed some fashion model wearing nothing but a large men's dress shirt with a tie draped over her shoulders; the shirt was half unbuttoned, revealing her naked cleavage, while her thick parted lips and doe-like eyes gave that seductive "come hither" look. I tried acting like I hadn't seen it, especially with you standing there watching my every move. Did you notice the embarrassed look on my face? Could you see the hard-on forming in my pants?

"$16.25," I tried to say. Then I cleared my throat and repeated the total.

"Oh, I'm out of cash," you said. "Would you take a check?"

I'd take anything from you, my mistress. I wanted to say that, but all my sex-addled brain would allow was, "O.K."

As you leaned over the counter and filled in the blanks of the check, my blank stare was filled with the wonders contained within of your tank-top: the deepness of your cleavage, the fullness of your breasts and the sharpness of your nipples protruding through the stretchy fabric. Your nipples? Oh, wow! They were poking so many holes in my brain, that I almost didn't see your hand holding out the check to me. You were grinning at me, as my nervous hand took the check. Did you know how much agony you were causing me with your nipples? Was that why you were grinning at me?

Somehow, I managed to correctly swipe the check through the reader and accurately punch in your license number. Meanwhile, my eyes scavenged as much information from it as my riddled brain could take. But after closing the check in the cash drawer, all that was retained was your first name, Anna, and your street address, 1735 Robinson Drive. I repeated these over and over in my head, as I waited for the receipt to print out.

"Here you go," I said, my trembling hand extending the curled strip of paper to you. "Thank you for shopping at Food World," I droned the line that they made us remember to say.

"Thank you," you said with a smile, stuffing the receipt into your purse. Couldn't you have just stuffed it down my pants, instead? I held out your bags, hoping to feel your hands brush mine as you took them. But you just scooped them up with your arms and quickly walked away. I watched as you headed for the automatic doors, your hot muffins jiggling and twitching from side to side as you went. The tightness of your shorts was pulling the thin material up into the crack between your cheeks. For a few seconds, I imagined my fingers chuffing the material deeper into that crevice.

"Hey, kid! You gonna check me out, or what?" some old guy's voice spoke to me from across the counter, snapping me back to reality.

Later, after work, I was driving my usual route toward home. I hope your don't think I'm a wimp for staying with my parents during summer break from college. I can't afford an apartment yet. But I fantasized about having one then, just so I could imagine myself asking you over. We could put that diet soda in my fridge and share a couple of those beers, until we were both feeling the buzz. I'd be frying up those weeners, while you took a cold one from the package and placed it into your mouth. You'd lean against the fridge, sliding the weener in and out between your red lips, all the while peering at me through those drooping eye-lids. Then you'd say, "Mm, that was tasty, but I'd much prefer something a little longer and thicker." Then, you'd squat down and unzip my pants, reach in and pull out my warm and stiff weener, and run it between your fiery lips, until it plumped up and oozed its sizzling juices. Those juices would trickle down your chin and drip into the bottomless well between your breasts.

My heart was pounding at the thoughts that were swirling in my head, and I squirmed to adjust my swollen cock to a more comfortable position within my pants. I came to the intersection that I usually cross over. But after the light changed to green, I had a sudden impulse to turn right. It was as though some other force was controlling the car, and I was succumbing to its will. It was leading me down one street, then another, until I came to the intersection of 4th and Robinson. I looked for the house numbers to tell which way to turn. Then I counted them one by one, as I drove slowly down your street: 1725, 1727, 1729. Then the next block: 1731, 1733, . . . and there it was. A sporty SUV was parked in its garage; that must be what you were driving. Then, I saw a man in T-shirt and shorts come out of the back door and climb into the SUV.

You mean, you're married to him? The guy looks like a football coach. What do you see in him? As I passed and looked in the mirror, I saw him pull out of the driveway and head in the opposite direction. Oh right! Now you were alone. I circled the block and came back by, but even more slowly this time. You were walking out of the garage and headed for the curb with a small bag of garbage in your hand. Did you see me wave? First, you slowly waved back with a puzzled look on your face, then suddenly you grinned and waved faster. Did you recognize me? You dropped the bag into the garbage can and headed back to the house. I almost ran into somebody's mailbox, trying to steal one last look at your tight pink shorts.

Man, if only I had had the courage to stop and say something like, "hello, remember me?" or "hi, Anna, how're you doing?" Then, you'd invite me in for a beer, saying your husband wouldn't be back until late. I held that thought, until later that night.

Did you know that I was lying in my bed that night with the covers off and my shorts pulled down, thinking about you as I stroked my hard 6-inch dick? I ran my fingers over its head, imagining your lips sucking on it and your tongue flicking back and forth over and around it. Then, I bent my knees and played with my balls, imagining you licking and sucking them, too. Next, you climbed on top of me and laid your shapely, silky smooth body against mine. You wrapped your arms around my neck and played with my hair, as your lips and tongue danced over my mouth. I imagined running my hands over your plump rubbery ass, then spreading its cheeks apart and fingering your asshole. You were moaning and arching you head back.

"Oh, Allen," you sighed, "you are so good. I've got to have you inside of me."

You raised yourself up and reached under your belly to position my dick against your wet pussy. My hand closed around my cock and slowly slid down, then up, then down, making like your slippery hole. You supported yourself on my chest as you worked your hips up and down. I felt the squeezing of your insides, as my hand gripped tighter. My other hand rubbed the sides of my neck, like you were kissing it with your thick red lips, then working your way down to my chest, sucking and nibbling on my hardened nipples. The hand wrapped around my cock pumped faster, as you raised yourself up and started riding it harder. My other hand reached up into the air, and pretended to squeeze and stroke one of your firm and springy breasts, my fingers playing with your gumdrop-sized nipple.

I sat up, feeling my dick grow stiffer and become more sensitive to my touch. I twirled my tongue in the air, seeing your sweet candied nipple within its reach. I placed my other hand on my head, feeling you running your fingers through its hair and pulling my face deeper into your chest. I shook my dick faster, as you bounced and shook your body more vigorously. When I came, you came with me. I felt your juices flowing over my cock, mixing with mine.

"Oh, yes, oh Allen," you said with a quivering voice, "you really know how to fuck a woman. You were so much better than my husband."

I fell back onto the bed, exhausted from our lovemaking. You collapsed on top of me, and finished me off with passionate kisses. We lay there for several minutes, allowing our bodies to recuperate. Oh, my love goddess, you were so awesome.

The next day, I was looking all around the store for you, as I opened up my check-out lane. I picked up the phone to announce its readiness to receive you; but before I could speak, someone else's voice came over the speaker system.

"Lane 5 open with no one in line," said Leslie from the other check-out. Leslie had been in one of my classes at college. She's cute and pretty and has a nice ass, but she's just a child compared with you.

Then I saw you emerge from one of the aisles and head straight for Leslie's counter. You chatted with her, as she checked your items, both of you laughing the whole time. Do you know each other? I watched, as you both seemed to be getting along like old friends. So, Anna, what would you think about a threesome? Or maybe you'd let me watch, as you and Leslie explored each other's naked bodies. Leslie handed you your receipt, and you exchanged partings with her before walking toward the automatic doors, swaying your beautiful ass from side to side all the way out.

"Man," I said out loud, "what I wouldn't give to see you naked."

Then, I heard something plopped onto the counter: a six-pack of beer in the hand of the same old guy who had interrupted yesterday's fantasy. His fingers were moving in and out of the holes in the plastic holder, as his eyes followed you across the hot pavement. Then, he heaved a big sighed and smacked his lips.

"Get in line, kid," the old guy murmured. "Just get in line."

Getting In Line Ch. 2



I guess he was just another horny old guy who hadn't gotten any in a long time. I scanned his six-pack and quoted him the total, while my eyes kept scanning the parking lot outside the store, trying to catch a last look at her before she drove away. I blamed the old guy for once again interrupting my fantasy of her, of Anna, my mistress of delight.

"That'll be $7.02, sir," I said, trying not to show how disgusted I was with his remark about "get in line." How dare he insult my goddess, the woman of my dreams who deserved every bit of devotion and admiration. He made her sound like some kind of eye-candy for every horny geezer in town, like she was the centerfold in some porn-zine to be slobbered over and rubbed against one's crotch.

"Thank you for shopping at . . . ," I began the tired old line. However, he had already snatched his six-pack from the counter and was headed for the door, before I could finish. But I didn't care. My shift would be ending soon, then I could once more drive by her house and possibly have fortune offer me yet another glance at her loveliness.

"Oh, no," said Leslie from the nearby check-out. "She forgot this." Leslie picked up a magazine laying near the end of the counter.

"What's the matter?" I asked her.

"Mrs. Johnson bought this magazine," she said, "but forgot to take it with her. And I'm sure she's driven off by now."

"Perhaps she'll remember and come back for it," I said, with the hopeful thought of Anna returning to the store.

"Then again, maybe not," said Leslie. "I'd take it to her myself, but I don't get off until 4."

"You know her?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said, "she's really good friends with my mom. I'm sure she meant this for her husband, Keith."

Oh, what perfect opportunity had been laid before me.

"Well, if you want," I said, "I can take it to her. I get off in about a half hour."

"You know where she lives?" said Leslie.

"Yeah," I said, "over on Robinson. I've driven by there a few times and seen her." I figured my lie would be convincing enough to secure the magazine from Leslie.

"Well," she said, "it would be a big favor to me, if you did; that is, if you don't mind."

"No trouble at all," I said.

"Thanks, Allen," she said. "Just remember to tell her that I'm sorry for not noticing it sooner. I wouldn't want her mad at me."

Leslie handed me the magazine. It was one of those publications spotlighting the latest video technology. Anna's husband was probably into that stuff. Some of it looked really interesting. There were articles on closed-circuit TV, digital cameras, DVD recorders, video editing gear. Man, this guy must be some kind of high-tech freak, and with lots of money, no doubt. He and Anna had a really nice two-story home, at least it looked nice from the street. The area they lived in was kind of posh by suburban standards.

I saw the SUV parked in the garage, as I pulled up. Great, she was home. Oh, the thrill of actually coming face to face with her again, and of perhaps being rewarded with another delicious smile from her red delicious lips for the prompt delivery. I saw no point in playing up Leslie's part in the recovery.

I rang the doorbell and clutched the magazine with my nervous, sweaty hands. I tried drying it off on my shirt, hoping she wouldn't notice the smudges on its cover. The door silently cracked open and slowly swung back. There she was, wearing a short purple silk bathrobe, the front of which was opened low to reveal more of her smooth and deep cleavage.

"Yes?" said Anna. "Can I help you?"

"Hi," I tried saying, then cleared my throat and tried again. "Hi, my name's Allen Sullivan. I work at Food World. We, I mean, I saw this laying on the counter after you left earlier, figuring you had forgotten to pick it up." I handed her the magazine.

"Oh, yes," she said. "Thank you. I must've not noticed it, I was in such a hurry. Won't you come in for a while?"

"Uh," I said. Here I was, being offered the very thing I had been fantasizing about. "Sure."

Anna led me into the den.

"I feel like I should offer you something," she said, "for being so kind about bring this to me. Would you like anything? Maybe a beer?"

"Uh, sure," I said. "Thanks."

Anna came back with the cold can of beer and handed it to me.

"I was just about to take a shower," she said. "Why don't you take a seat and make yourself comfortable. I won't be long. You can turn on the TV, if you like. Oh, here's the remote." She picked it up from the table and handed it to me, as well. Then, she trotted upstairs. As she was climbing the steps, I tried catching a glimpse of her naked ass from under the robe. But, she was too quick, only allowing me a peek of her upper thighs.

I sat down on the couch, opened the beer and flipped on the TV. On the screen, there appeared the image of a shower stall, with the camera situated high up and pointed down. Next, I saw a hand reach through the partially open door and turn on the water. The hand tested the water, then withdrew. Maybe one of those adult channels, I thought. I decided to keep watching, at least until Anna returned. The door to the shower opened wider, and a woman stepped in with her back to the camera. She had long wavy red hair like Anna's. She began by wetting the front of her body, then letting the water run over her hair.

The woman then took a bar of soap from the nearby rack, and began rubbing it over her chest. Next, she began rubbing it all over her front. I waited in anticipation for her to turn around and show me what kind of chest she had. She continued with the soaping of her chest and belly, keeping her back to the camera. The camera panned down lower to reveal her well-formed ass. Man, what an ass! It made me want to reach out and grab it. Then, the camera slowly panned back up again, and it was then that she turned toward it.

Woe! I couldn't believe my eyes. There was Anna! Naked! And on TV! She had soap suds all over her front. I nearly dropped the remote. One of her hands made its way slowly down her belly to her pussy hairs, then inserted itself between her legs. She then leaned against the wall and began rubbing her cunt. The bar of soap slipped from her other hand, which she now ran frantically over her sudsy tits, while the other hand continued moving in and out down below. She closed her eyes and softly moaned. Her body, drenched in soap suds, was squirming and shaking. She gripped one of her breasts tighter and raised her shoulders slightly, as if some inner feeling had seized control of her body.

"Oh, oh," she moaned loudly, her mouth wide open now. It was obvious that she was cumming. She pressed her body harder against the wall, as her quivering voice emitted the final sounds of ecstasy. After a few seconds of catching her breath, she reached out and splashed some of the water on her body, then stepped into the stream and rinsed more thoroughly. Finally, she turned and looked up at the camera with a smile on her face, then placed her hand to her lips and blew a kiss toward the camera lens. The remote fell from my hands, as I sat there with my mouth gaping. Anna shut off the water and stepped out of the shower stall. I sat motionless, feeling my cock still throbbing in my pants.

"Allen," she called from the top of the stairs, "you still down there?"

"Uh, yeah," I called back, starting to fumble for the remote to turn off the TV.

"O.K.," yelled Anna. "Just checking."

A few minutes later, she came down the stairs wearing the same bathrobe as before and drying her hair with a towel. She draped the towel over her shoulders and sat down in the plush chair near the couch.

"Well," she said, "find anything interesting on TV?"

"Um," I began, fumbling for words now. "No, just the usual daytime stuff. Nothing else."

"Oh, O.K.," said Anna. "Most of the stuff during the day is kind of boring anyway. The good stuff usually doesn't come on until the weekend. The weekday shows usually come on for free; it's the weekend shows that you have to pay for, though. By the way, Allen, do you own a credit card?"

"Uh, sure," I said. "My dad gave it to me after I graduated high school, just for emergencies and stuff. Why do you asked?"

"Oh, nothing," she said. "It's just that I'm currently operating a small business out of my home, and thought you might be interested in the service. I'm always looking for new clients."

"What kind of service?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing special," said Anna, "just a little something I provide for people's enjoyment. It's very discreet, so you don't have to worry about someone knowing about your using it. It's rather cheap, and very customizable. Are you interested?"

"Yeah, sure," I said. "What's it about?"

"Well," said Anna, "I can't be more specific about it now. I mean, I don't have any samples to show you right away. Perhaps I can make an appointment for you, say Saturday, about 1 o'clock? I'll have something special for you to look at then."

"O.K.," I said.

"Great," said Anna. "Looking forward to showing you what I have to offer. Well, if you'll excuse me, I have to get ready for this evening. My husband's bringing some of his friends by. So, I'll see you Saturday, then."

"Sure," I said. "And thanks for the beer." Anna showed me to the door. I was floating all the way back to my car.

After lunch Saturday, I told my parents I was going to meet some friends for a movie. I turned onto Robinson then pulled into Anna's driveway. She greeted me at the door wearing nothing but a T-shirt and shorts. The tightness of the shirt emphasized the sharpness of her nipples. Man, did this woman ever wear a bra? Again, she led me to the den.

"Well, thanks for coming, Allen," said Anna. "I thought I'd start off with a little video presentation. Now, where did I put that tape? Oh, I must have left it in my bedroom upstairs. Have a seat, while I go look for it." She quickly trotted up the stairs. Then, half way up, she turned and leaned over the railing. "Go ahead and turn on the TV for me. I'll have that video ready in a few minutes."

Anna disappeared up the stairs. I grabbed the remote and plopped down on the couch. When I switched the TV on, there was a channel showing a bedroom with a king-size bed in it. Then, to my surprise, there was Anna walking into the room and climbing onto the bed. Next, another woman came in from the other side, climbed onto the bed and sat beside Anna. Woe again! That was Leslie's mom, Carol. Carol snuggled up to Anna, and they began kissing each other on the lips. Carol reached down and began tugging on Anna's T-shirt. After getting it off, she bent over and began sucking on one of Anna's tits. Anna leaned back and ran her fingers through Carol's hair.

Next, Carol moved down toward the foot of the bed, undid Anna's shorts and slipped them off. She positioned herself between Anna's legs, bent over and started sucking her pussy. Anna's back arched as she moaned loudly. The next thing really blew my mind. Another woman, smaller than Anna and Carol, climbed onto the bed. It was Leslie!! Leslie began kissing Anna, while Carol continued eating Anna's cunt. Leslie worked her way down to Anna's chest and began devouring her tits one by one. Both of these women were all over Anna, just eating her body up. My cock was aching to be released, and I was ready to whip it out, when the TV screen suddenly went blank.

I froze and stared dumbfounded at the darkened tube. What had I just witnessed? Had I imagined it? Was my sex-addled brain playing tricks on me? I frantically pushed the power button, but there was no response from the TV.

"Allen?" called Anna from the second floor.

Her voice startled me. I felt my heart pounding and my mouth turning dry.

"Uh, yeah?" I whined.

"I'll be down in a sec," she said. As she descended the stairs, she was pulling down her T-shirt over her shorts, while grinning at me. She plopped down in the plush chair and heaved a big sighed.

"So," she said with a breathy voice, "what did you think?"

"What did I think?" I asked nervously.

"Yeah," she said. "Did you like it? Got pretty intense there, didn't it."

"Uh, uh," I muttered.

"Good," said Anna, "glad you enjoyed it. Now, if you want more, it'll only be $1.95 a minute. You can watch as much as you like. There's a computer-controlled timer on the set which clocks your viewing time, at the end of which it'll automatically bill your credit card. I'll just need to get it from you to register you for the service. Do you have it with you?"

"Uh, sure," I blutted, quickly reaching in my pocket for my wallet. I pulled it out and handed it to her.

"Good," she said. "I'll go process this and be right back." She walked to the kitchen. I heard a buzzing sound like a card reader makes, then some audible tones. Then, Anna returned and handed me my card.

"Now you're a registered subscriber," she said. "And don't worry about your parents finding out. It'll just show up on your monthly statement as 'Medusa Video Arcade.' They'll think nothing of it. So, care to see more?"

"Uh," I began, not sure whether I could take more of seeing Anna, Carol and Leslie go at it. Man, Leslie! And Leslie's mom! Devouring Anna's body! My Anna! I couldn't wait to get the show going again. "You said the other day that this was customizable. How customizable?"

"Anything you want," said Anna. "We're just here to please."

I started digging through my brain for every fantasy I had ever had of either Leslie or Leslie's mom.

"Do you have any vibrators?" I asked.

"Uh huh," responded Anna. "Even got the strap-on kind. Oh, I know what you want to see. I bet you'd just love to see me fuck Leslie for you. Is that it? Is that what you've been fantasizing about, while you lay in bed at night jacking off? You want me on top of her, grinding that vibrator into her soft, wet pussy? Hmm? Come on, Allen."

I was shaking uncontrollably. Anna had moved to the couch and now had her hand on my crotch, gently squeezing the bulge in my jeans.

"I can do it for you, Allen," she whispered. "For as long as you want. All you have to do is sit back and enjoy; you can even stroke yourself, while you watch, if you like. It's money well spent, I assure you."

"O.K.," was all I could muster.

"Just give me a few minutes to strap on the vibrator," said Anna, patting my hard-on. "By the way, I have a switch up in the bedroom that flips the TV on automatically. So, when you think you've had enough, then just press the power-off button, and that'll signal the computer to stop the timer."

Anna got up from the couch and casually strolled up the stairs, smiling back at me the whole way up. A few minutes later, the TV flipped on by itself. There was Leslie, lying naked on the bed. Then, Anna crawled onto the bed with the vibrator strapped to her waist. Leslie grinned and spread open her legs for Anna who knelt between them and pulled Leslie toward her. She positioned herself over Leslie's body, reached down to turn on the vibrator and place its tip against Leslie's pussy, then she gradually pushed her hips forward.

"Oh, yeah, oh," Leslie cried, as Anna drove the vibrator deeper in. Leslie's body was twisting and writhing under Anna, while her hands clinched the sheets of the bed. Anna pulled out, turned Leslie over, and entered her from behind. Leslie groaned loudly, her arms wrapped around a pillow and squeezing it tightly. Anna was bucking slowly at first, then she made a few swift thrusts with her hips. Leslie screamed in response.

I had undid my pants and pulled them down to my ankles. I slouched lower in the seat, placing the head of my dick between me and the screen. I stroked it with the same rhythm as Anna's measured thrusts were making into Leslie's pussy.

For a buck, 95 a minute, I was definitely getting my money's worth, and then some.



Getting In Line Ch. 3



Hi, my name's Leslie. I know you want to just dive into the final installment of Allen's silly little story; but before you do, just let me interrupt for a moment to give you the woman's perspective on the issue. You see, Allen's such a total dweeb. I mean, he can't control his erections, and he's always leering at the breasts of other women who come into the store where we work. 

Also, the guy has needed a serious ego adjustment for a long time, and we girls, that is me, Mom and Anna, came to the conclusion that it would be up to us to make sure that Allen got exactly what he deserved. So, I hope you'll enjoy the "big" surprise that we prepared for him. And by the way, I got to see the whole thing, along with a couple of other people. In other words, it was our turn to "get in line." 

* * * * *

As Anna showed me to the door, I was already begging for another session. However, she was relentless. Oh, my sweet, you were so cruel!

"Now, Allen," said Anna, "I have other clients coming soon for their session, too. So, you'll just have to make another appointment."

"Next Saturday," I asked, "same time?"

"Well," she said, "I already have someone booked for that time slot. I mean, business has been booming lately, with summer and all. But maybe I can squeeze you in that evening, say about 6 o'clock."

"That'd be great," I said. "Can I bring a couple of buddies along? I mean, I'd do anything to help you increase your business, even referring new clients, if that's what you needed."

"Well," said Anna, "new referrals have contributed a lot to the growth of my business. Of course, yours would get a free sample, just like you did, to kind of help them decide."

"No, no," I said, "I'd be willing to cover for them. Just as a gesture of appreciation to you. I guarantee that they'll want to subscribe almost immediately."

"O.K., Allen," said Anna. "I'll just charge it to your credit card in advance. Then, they won't know that you were treating them."

"Great," I said. "We'll be here next Saturday, 6 sharp."

"See you then," she said.

Oh, boy! Now was my chance to get pay back from Ted and A.J. for all those times they stiffed me with the bill for using my computer to visit porn sites on the web. I called up each of them during the week and got their commitments. I told them that it would be $2.95 a minute, and that they could pay me when I picked them up on Saturday. After all, Anna would get her money, I'd get mine back from them, and they'd get the kind of entertainment they truly wanted. I figured that that would make everybody happy across the board. So, on with the show!

We got to Anna's right before 6. As we were approaching her drive, a truck was pulling out of it. I saw the face of the driver, and it was that old guy that had come into the store on the same days as Anna did. I guess he had gotten in line ahead of us. No matter. Now, it was our turn.

Anna met us at the door wearing her purple robe again. Man, she looked good! Ted and A.J. couldn't get their eyes off her, which was making me kind of jealous. I was relieved, when she told them that she'd be busy, and someone else would be entertaining them on the tube. I liked to think that Anna was for my viewing pleasure only.

"You fellows go get settled in the den," said Anna. "The show will be on in a few minutes. Oh, Allen, I need your help with something upstairs. Would you mind coming with me?"

Wow! Would I? I thought.

"Sure, Anna," I said. "I'm ready to help in anyway I can."

I followed Anna up the stairs, trying to stay a few paces back. I wanted to get a real-life glimpse of her gorgeous ass from under the short robe. Maybe, even a peak at her sweet pussy lips.

Anna led me down the hall and into what appeared to be her husband's office. It had a lot of fancy furnishings, along with a huge video tape library. They must record and sell each session for extra profit, I thought. It must be nice not having to work for a living, or at least, enjoying your work and making lots of money at it.

There was a long, plush couch in the office. Anna took a seat on it and motioned for me to sit beside her. My whole body was shaking, as I sat down next to my love goddess.

"You know, Allen," said Anna, "you've really proven yourself to be a good and loyal client. And I just wanted to thank you in person for all the help you've provided so far. So, I've decided to take a break from the video sessions to spend some close-up time with you. Carol and Leslie will be entertaining your two friends, leaving us alone to get to know each other better."

"Oh, Anna," I said, "I haven't thought of anything all week long, except for the possibility of getting in your . . . I mean, getting to know you better. You're someone who's been a real inspiration for me."

"Well, then," said Anna, "why don't we get a little more comfortable first. And I can't think of any better way than this."

Anna lifted herself from the couch and straddled my lap. Then she took my head in her hands and planted the most sensuous kiss on my lips. Oh, man, I was so stunned, I didn't quite know what to do. After what seemed like an hour or more of her sweet lips locked together with mine, she pulled away with a smack and stood up in front of me. She undid her robe and let it slip from her smooth and perfect body. My dick was pounding at my zipper and screaming to be let out. Anna must have heard it and promptly responded.

She knelt down and began undoing my pants. She slipped them off, along with my shoes, and laid both on the floor. Next, she ran her hands up my thighs. One hand continued up and under my shirt to my chest, while the other gently stroked and squeezed my hot rod through my briefs. I became putty in her hands, with my whole body going limp and sinking into the cushions of the couch. She tugged at my briefs to pull them down, but they got snagged on the head of my rock-hard cock. When she worked them free, my cock spring up to perfect attention, ready for my mistress' inspection.

After she helped me get my shirt off, she hungrily sucked and nibbled my nipples, like they were the appetizers before a feast. Then she worked her way down to the main course, taking it in her mouth and sucking it ferociously. Her hand reached between my legs and began kneading my balls like cookie dough; they became the next dish on the menu, dessert.

She pushed my legs apart and moved in between to savor my jewels. When I lifted my legs to give her room, she chuffed her face deeper and began tonguing my ass hole. Oh, baby! I could never have imagined how starved this woman was for my body. She didn't hesitate to give my anus a good and thorough licking. When she seemed to have gotten enough, she let down my legs and crawled onto the cushion beside me. She pulled me toward her, as she laid herself down along the length of the couch.

"Oh, Allen," Anna said, "I've got to have you inside of me. Come to me, my young lover."

As I got on top of her, she reached down and aimed my cock at her already obviously wet cunt. I accepted her invitation and slowly pushed my hardness into her soft and warm snatch. Not really sure how far I should go into her, I began by making short strokes between her pussy lips. But then, she wrapped her legs around my hips and pressed me further into her.

"Deeper, Allen," she moaned. "Deeper, my love."

I started pounding harder and faster, obliging her requests. She slipped her hands under my arms and gripped my shoulders, pulling me closer to her. It felt like she wanted my whole body to be merged with hers. Pretty soon, I was not able to move myself, being held so close and tight against her body. Now, it was her arms and legs which were controlling my motions, using me like a life-sized dildo for her pleasure.

Her pussy lips contracted around my aching cock, holding it in and squeezing it for all it was worth. When it seemed like I was on the brink of letting go of my manly juices, I heard something buzzing behind me. I tried turning my head to see what it was, and out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of someone climbing onto the couch behind me.

"Hi, Allen," came a woman's melodious voice. It was Leslie's Mom, Carol! I could barely make out something strapped to her waist . . . Oh, man! She was wearing that strap-on vibrator that Anna wore last week! I looked down at Anna's face and saw her grinning up at me.

"You did say that you would do anything to help out," said Anna, "didn't you, Allen?"

"I don't get it," I breathlessly muttered, hearing my heart pounding in my ears. "What's happening?"

"Why, Allen," said Carol, "you didn't think that you could just sit back and watch my daughter have her pussy whipped week after week. Why, we wouldn't want you to feel left out. Now would we, Anna?"

"Of course, not," laughed Anna. My dear, sweet Anna! And Carol on top of me! And me, trapped in between!

"Smile, Allen," they both said at the same time. Anna used her feet to spread my legs wider. Then, I felt the hard tip of the vibrator, as it pressed against my anus. Anna had lubricated it well with her tongue, so the vibrator slipped in easily. Its oscillations resonated throughout my entire torso.

"Ugh!" I cried. It moved in and out of me with fiercer stroking, hammering the roof of my rectum. Anna clutched me more tightly to her, as Carol pounded deeper and faster into me. I felt like my whole body was about to explode. When it did, the massive unloading of my cum into Anna's vagina seemed to continue without end. I felt like every ounce of my being was being sucked inside of her, while the vibrator kept churning at my own insides; the pain was almost unbearable, yet somehow exhilarating. I couldn't believe that I was enjoying having a woman butt-fuck me.

I could hear raucous laughter coming from down stairs. I felt the blood rush from my groin to my face, as Anna clutched me tighter and began screaming.

"Oh, yes!" she cried. "Oh, yes, Carol! Harder!"

Carol pushed me with all her might against Anna's body.

"Oh, shit!" I screamed.

I felt like the meat being pressed between two slices of bread. I had become dinner for these two horny and beautiful women, and it was frightening the hell out of me; but at the same time, it was blowing wide open what was left of my sex-addled brain.

"Oh, yes! Mmm!" moaned Anna, coming down off her orgasmic high. I cringed, as Carol slowly pulled the vibrator out of me. Anna laughed at the expression on my face.

"Allen, my boy," said Carol, slapping my butt, "you've been needing that for a long time. Too bad Leslie wanted to watch, or she'd have done it herself."

Leslie! Watching her Mom screw my ass! Oh, man! I'd never still change from her drawer again. Of course, for the rest of the summer, she'd keep me on a short leash. And the guys! Man, I'd never live this one down.

"Go, Allen! Go, Allen!" I could hear the guys and Leslie shouting from downstairs. This was the last time that I would ever cut in line again.