4 comments/ 20775 views/ 4 favorites Jacket By: Mugdha "That is a bit expensive," Shruti said wistfully. "It is also extremely cute," said Deepti. "It's expensive! We are still two thousand rupees short." "That's not much, Shruti." "It is, when I am spending on a birthday gift for a friend. I mean, look. She's my friend too, but I am not spending that much on a birthday gift for her." "It's fine. I will pay the rest." "We were supposed to go 50-50!" "I know, don't worry about it. She doesn't have to know that I paid more. And it doesn't absolutely have to be 50-50. You are just supposed to give what you can... it's the thought that counts." "And you can afford to toss in another two thousand?" "I can arrange it," said Deepti smugly. Shruti shook her head and gave her a suspicious look. "You are surprisingly good at arranging cash at short notice. I hope you know what you are doing." Deepti laughed. "Relax, its nothing terrible. I just know how to coax money out of people in emergencies. I'm cute!" "Coax money out people? You mean your dad? He will probably smack you." "Not my dad. But you don't have to worry about it. I don't want to discuss it. I will just get the money and we will buy the jacket in the evening. Why don't you tell the clerk to put it aside for us until then? I should get to work on this." She pulled out her cellphone and started to make a call. Shruti rolled her eyes. Deepti patted her on the cheek and hurried out of the store, "Hello? Uncle Ashok? Yes, I am sorry, I know you had been calling me yesterday, but I was so tied up with college. Yes, I can come over now." ***** When she got to Ashok's house, he was sitting in the garden with a cup of tea. He waved at her as she came in through the gate. She gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I am so sorry," she said. "It has been so busy. College, assignments, my part-time job." "You should just focus on college, you don't need the job," said Ashok. "Your father is paying for everything anyway. I don't know why you youngsters need to spend so much." "We have our needs, Uncle," said Deepti wearily. "We youngsters live somewhat different lives and nice things are expensive." "Well, you do have me in case you need a little extra." "It's not just about the money. I like the experience too. But since you mentioned it, I do need some money." "And that's why you chose to call me today," said Ashok, feigning a bit of anger. "But you ignored me when I called you yesterday." "Oh... don't be grumpy," said Deepti, taking his arm. "You know I love you." "I know you love sweet-talking me into stuff," said Ashok, letting her lead him back into the house. He walked into the kitchen with his empty cup. Deepti put her backpack down on a chair and plopped down onto the couch. "Your aunt is out until the evening," he called from the kitchen. "Do you want any tea or some snack? I could make you something." "No, I'm good. I'm not staying long really. I have some buy... uh... stuff to do with college." "Yes, I know you came to see me because you probably want to buy something silly," he said as he came back and sat down next to her. "I just hope its not something too stupid. You aren't doing anything stupid, are you?" "No drugs, no alcohol. Just clean fun," she said with her most innocent smile, but she could see he wasn't buying it. "Oh alright... I will come clean about this. I am just buying a gift for a friend. It's her birthday." "I hope that's the truth, Deepti," said Ashok. "I know I am only your father's friend. I am not your father. But I do care. And I don't want to see you mess up your life." "Oh... don't be such a damp squib!" Deepti said squeezing his arm. "You are supposed to be my fun uncle! And you know me. It's always just nice, clean fun with me. Okay, I do spend a little more freely than I should, but I only spend what I can. I don't spend what I don't have. It's not like I'm building up debts." "Fine, I will trust you," said Ashok. "How much do you need?" She thought for a moment. "Three thousand would do it. I really only need two, but three will make it nicer." "That's a little more than usual, Deepti," said Ashok with a frown. "Please?" Ashok gave her a blank stare. "Banquet?" she said. "Ah." "Yes?" "Very well." Deepti beamed at him. He reached into his pocket for his wallet. Deepti got up and did a little dance as he counted out the money. "Thank you very much," she said as she put it into her wallet. "You are going to ruin me," said Ashok with a weak smile. "Don't say things like that," said Deepti, giving him a hurt look. "You can have it back if you are having second thoughts. I don't spoil anything for you." "No," he said with smile. "I didn't really mean it. I can afford it. Don't bother your pretty head about me." "Okay, so... now?" "Yes!" Deepti giggled and started to unbuckle her pants as Ashok rushed to close the curtains. She wiggled out of her figure-hugging jeans, then her panties and dropped them into an armchair. Ashok smiled as he turned around to admire her. She twirled around and struck a pose for him. She looked irresistible. Long, shapely legs, leading up to a beautiful, pert bottom. She twisted and wiggled seductively for him, parting her legs revealing her youthful treasure. She had shaved carefully and her tender, pink lips seemed to glisten. He could already smell her excitement and he felt happy about that. At least it wasn't just about the money. Or perhaps it was, but at least she was looking forward to it anyway. But then again, he could see it in her eyes. They seemed to sparkle with an unmistakable fire. She kept moving sinuously, dancing to some peculiar tune that she was humming. That tune! She always hummed that tune... sometimes whistled it with her luscious lips. He had never asked her what it was. He didn't want to know. It was part of the magic. She turned and twisted, tossing her long, black hair around. He hadn't even seen her take off the hair clip and toss it aside. She was unbelievably good at this now. Sometimes it even scared him that her control over his senses could be so absolute. She was still dancing several feet away from him and he was completely unaware of anything except her beautiful, writhing body. Her hands were kneading her small breasts through her t-shirt. He could see that her nipples had hardened. She pinched them gently for a moment and bit her lip, looking straight into his eyes. He gave her a pleading look and he saw the hint of a smile. He knew what it meant. She wasn't going to take off her shirt. He wasn't going to see her breasts. That wasn't part of the deal. She never took off her shirt. Small breasts, on the edge of womanhood. He was dying to see them, taste them. She knew that, but she refused anyway. She always refused because she knew it drove him crazy. She moved her hands down gradually down her sides, caressing her thighs, and then her ass. She turned around to let him see her cute little bottom, wiggling it in tune with the music. And then, she turned around again and dropped slowly down onto the couch. The humming stopped. "Can I take off my clothes?" he asked hoarsely. "No!" she said quietly. "You only get to eat! That's the deal." "I know. I won't do anything else. I kept my word the last time you let me be naked. Please?" "Fine..." He began to disrobe without taking his eyes of her. She kept staring into his eyes. Her eyes smouldered and her lips were curved in a subtle smile. Just the kind of smile that held him in a trance. A part of his mind wondered how a girl this young could know him this well. His clothes dropped to the ground beside him. He walked over to her and kneeled in front of the couch, at her feet. She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. "So... you said Banquet. So..." "Yes, lets just make sure you remember what that means. It means that you are allowed to do what you like, but only use your fingers and tongue. No touching above the waist. Clear?" He nodded. She smiled, lay back and parted her legs invitingly. "Uh... not... I..." "Not the pussy first? Fine." She stood up and giggled, amused by his speechlessness. She got down on her knees and bent over the couch, wiggling her ass at him invitingly. "Time to eat, Uncle!" He placed his hands on her buttocks gently and began to knead them. She moaned a little and his cock twitched suddenly in response. It touched her leg and he mumbled an apology. "It's fine," she said. "I understand when its not intentional." He wasn't really listening. He lowered his face between her butt-cheeks, letting out a long, guttural moan as he felt her warm flesh over his face. He rubbed his face into it and Deepti squirmed and giggled. "Don't tickle me!" He started planting frantic kisses on her buttocks. He gently parted them and began to kiss and lick her little, pink asshole. Deepti gasped with pleasure. As much as she enjoyed teasing him, using him, dominating him like this... she couldn't deny he was good at pleasuring her. He feasted on her bottom, licking and probing her with his tongue. Her pussy was already sopping wet and she knew she would start dripping down her thighs soon. She wanted him to eat her pussy now, but she just buried her head into the couch and whimpered. She didn't really have a say in this. The deal was that it was his choice now. Eventually he did flip her over and she squealed with relief as his lips touched her slit. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her forward until her butt was hanging over the edge of the couch. And then he began to feast. She held her legs up with her arms to give him better access. Her thighs shook with the strain of the impending orgasm. And then when it hit, she couldn't hold on to them anymore. Her legs jerked up in the air, but he kept his mouth firmly on her pussy, thirstily lapping up her intimate juices. She wanted him to let go, for just a couple of minutes to allow her oversensitized clit some time to return to normal. She whimpered and he backed off a little, licking and kissing her inner thighs for a while, eventually returning to her asshole. As his tongue probed her sphincter, she knew that the ride to her next orgasm had begun. She just closed her eyes and let go. After a while, she felt a couple of fingers slide into her ass as he began to eat her pussy once again. He kept eating her, steadily and enthusiastically. She came and came again. She wasn't really sure just how many times, but as she gradually began to regain her senses, she found herself marvelling at his stamina. Or perhaps it was his hunger. In either case, his tongue had worked extremely hard and for a rather long time. "Uh... we should stop now," she mumbled. She looked at her watch to make sure. Thirty minutes. That was the deal. She patted his head and he reluctantly looked up. His face was a wet mess, his eyes seemed a little red, but he was smiling. She knew he wanted more, but they were done for now. As he stumbled to his feet, she saw the precum dripping from his cock onto the floor. He caught her glance and sighed. "Yes, I know I look pathetic. Should have just kept my pants on. You really will be the end of me." He leaned in to kiss her but she stopped him, and gestured that he should wipe his face first. He stood up to look around for a towel, but there wasn't one in the room. "I'll get a towel," he said. "I think you will need one too." "Hang on," she said as she reached out and grabbed his dripping cock. He froze at that. This was new. "Uh..." "Yes, I know," she said. "Not part of the deal. But I do love you enough to not want you looking that pathetic." She stood up, kissed him on the cheek and started stroking. He groaned. He was on the edge already. It didn't take long. He came all over the the coffee table, spraying the newspapers and a couple of the magazines. "Ohh.... oh wow!" he moaned as he weakly dropped back onto the couch. She laughed and snuggled up to him. He looked at the mess on the table and then looked at her. They both laughed. "I guess I will have to throw out those magazines," he said. "Yes." "It was worth it." "Yes, I would expect so. But just remember... this was just an exception. We are going to stick with our original arrangement." He sighed. "Why, Deepti? We have been doing this for a while now. You trust me. And its not like you are a virgin anymore. So... why not just let me do it all? I will pay." She looked at him silently. "I don't know," she said finally. "I am not hanging on to our terms because I am afraid of doing it with you now. I just... I think this works. It's a different kind of fun. And I think there's a part of you that enjoys this too. I am quite sure of it. I think you like this." He shrugged. "I suppose I will trust you on that one. You seem to know me better than I know myself at times." A little later, they were dressed and she was picking up her stuff. "Are you sure you don't want anything to eat?" he asked. "I'm good. I've got to go." "So next week then?" "Of course!" she said, kissing him on the lips. It wasn't just a peck. It was a passionate kiss and it surprised her as much as him. "Okay," he said after a few seconds. "That was... nice." She laughed. There was a wistful look on his face and she knew what it meant. She gave him a tight hug. "Some day," she said, "I won't be a college student anymore and I won't have to do this just to get a little money. Then, you can fuck me. And it won't be for money." He chuckled and patted her cheek. "And that's how you are going to keep this old man hooked until then. You really will be the end of me." ***** "I don't understand why you are spending so much on her," said Shruti as they walked out of the store that evening. "It's a little... over the top, isn't it?" "It's not just her." "That's true. You spend way too much. And I have no idea where you get the money. I hope you know what you are doing, Deepti." "Relax. I have... a nice uncle." "Well, he's spoiling you rotten." "Yes, he is." THE END Jacki Misses Jimmy I was missing Jimmy so much. He had been away on business for nearly a month, and he was finally coming home today! I hadn't felt him inside of me forever it seemed, and I wanted to look good enough to eat today. I was missing his sensuous kiss, charming smile, his big arms around me and the sound of his comforting, deep voice. More than that, I was missing his hard cock slowly move deep inside of me, and his stiff shaft in my mouth. He was so good at enjoying the moment... he'd grab my hips, move me slowly up and down over his hard dick, slippery with my juices, while I'd reach down and fondle his balls. I'd kiss his earlobes and neck, then squeeze his hard nipples and rub his big chest, then slide my body down his, my mouth making its way to his warm, sweet rod. I just loved rolling my tongue around the head of his cock and licking down its side, pushing my tongue at the base of his cock then grabbing his shaft and jerking him as I tongued his tip, enjoying his pre-cum that was so sweet. He was the perfect fit for my body and I was hoping he missed me. Like no one else, his slow kiss alone could make me wet... just thinking of him made me all creamy. I was anxious to see him but worried he may have lost interest. I had to make this a wonderful day for him. I was thinking of him while I showered, and wanted him there since we hadn't showered together before. I could sense his sweet kiss and feel his skin next to mine. I began washing my breasts and found myself circling my nipples, grabbing them, and imagining his touch. My hands slowly moved down to my firm waist, then over my curved hips. I slid my wet hands over my ass, stroking it as he did. Making way to my inner thighs, I was slow and teasing, moving my hands as he would, up to my pussy. I felt its wet hair and warm, thick lips. I slowly stroked my lips, gradually going deeper, exploring to find my clit. It was already firm and hard. I just wanted him soooo badly. I started rubbing my clit back and forth, back and forth, harder and faster as the water streamed over my naked body. I could feel him touch me and wanted his tongue on my clit and mouth sucking the hot juice out of me. My legs stiffened and I could feel I was about to cum. Rubbing faster and harder, as the water pulsated over my nipples, I imagined his shaft going deep inside of me. I stretched up onto my toes and felt the surge starting. "Oh Jimmy, oh Jimmy, I'm going to cum so hard!" I screamed. And then I came. It was so intense and so long, I went weak at my knees. It seemed to last a minute. My clit was tender and cum started oozing out of me. I wanted to bend over and have him enter me from behind. I could imagine him going deep inside of me, moaning with delight, as water splashed over us. He'd grab my hips and pound our bodies together, as he'd go so deep it hurt with screaming pleasure. I just finished my shower and the phone rang. It was Jim. He was vague but sounded interested in seeing me. He asked if I was busy right now and much to my surprise was calling from my driveway! HE WAS RIGHT HERE! My hair was wet, I had no make-up on, I looked awful. What a welcome home present. This is not what I wanted. He was going to be so disappointed. I grabbed a white terry robe, put a towel on my head and sheepishly answered the door. As I opened the door, I saw his tan face, white teeth and beautiful smile. I was melting already. He came in, put his arms around me and planted a long, hot kiss on me... he didn't know I was so ready for him. Knowing he had already showered, I just had to make the best of it and think quickly. He did talk once of a submissive fantasy. Maybe it was time. I asked if he'd towel me off. I took his hand and led him to my bedroom. I had a little black lace-up outfit I wanted to wear for him, but that would have to wait. I softly said, "Honey, I have an idea. You just relax today, listen to me and I'll take care of everything." I kissed him hard and long as I unbuttoned his shirt. He quickly dropped his pants and I removed his t-shirt. His hands went inside my robe and he stroked my ass, my hips and then went right down to my dripping pussy as we kissed even harder, with his tongue in my mouth. He felt how wet I was and started rubbing me with great pleasure. I pulled him onto the bed and told him HE had to lay down. I laid on top of his big, warm chest and could feel his cock was hard and anxious. I rubbed my nipples across his chest and slide my cunt up and down over his firm shaft. I was so slippery and wanted him inside of me, but I wanted his tongue first. I slid my hips up to his head and slowly made my way to his face so I was straddling his mouth. He started to flick his tongue over my clit and it was making me crazy. His tongue slid down and circled my opening as he began to taste me and moan. His tongue went deep inside of me and I felt something coming on. His tongue went back to my clit and his finger went inside of me, moving rapidly. He rolled me onto my back and his face was on top of my burning pussy, tongue moving faster and fingering me like never before. My thighs squeezed his head and I came hard and long again. He leaned back and started to rub my clit with his fingers. First slowly then quickly. I came again and again. He went back down with his tongue inside of me, swallowing my juices as I rubbed my clit, stretched my legs long and came again. I grabbed his head, moved his face up to mine and kissed him, licking his tongue covered in my cum. Now I knew what he tasted and the scent that covered him. Turnabout is only fair play, and he would do the same, right now. I always wanted to do him with HE being submissive, but felt silly asking. I wasn't sure of myself, but decided it was time. I had some belts in my closet and it was an opportunity I couldn't resist. I climbed off the bed and returned with two belts. I strapped one of his wrists and tied it to the bedpost then did the same with the other. He was all mine and going nowhere! I looked at his sweet, anxious face and gave him a soft kiss. I went down biting his hard nipples, licking and rubbing his firm chest, making way to my treat; his hard, hot, shaft. I slowly grabbed his balls and started to stroke and play. I flicked my tongue over the tip of his stiff cock and got his pre-cum right away. I put some on my finger and reached up to his mouth, putting his juice on his lips. He was so ready for me! My tongue circled the tip several times then I put his whole cock in my mouth, going up and down as he got harder and hotter. I rubbed the base of his cock slowly and knew he was enjoying the moment. I climbed up onto of him and straddled his hips, sliding my wet pussy over his hard cock, then putting him inside me. Oh, he was hard as a rock and felt so wonderful. I moved up and down over him slowly as I squeezed him inside me. God he felt great and was writhing with pleasure. I moved a little faster, then stopped as he groaned. Moving back down over his body I put his cock back in my mouth, sucking and moving rapidly. He stiffened up as I could sense he was about to cum. He became rigid and came in my mouth long and hard with a great moan, and I held his cum in my mouth. It was sweet but tangy and I wanted to share all of it. I made my way up to his lips and kissed him, opening his mouth and pouring his cum inside for a taste. We kissed so long, and shared his cum as we both swallowed his juices. But I wasn't done. I moved my hips again up over his face and he started to flick his tongue across my clit. I was still hard and so wet. His tongue went inside me as my fingers moved down to my pussy and I started rubbing my clit. It was difficult to cum with bent legs, but I was so wound up. It had been so long without him. He tongued my opening as I rubbed my clit hard and fast and I came all over again. I rubbed one more time and came again. I climbed off his face and lay next to him for a minute. I untied his arms and he wrapped them around me. He smiled in exhaustion and held me for a minute while we kissed. I could still taste him and he could too. I reached down to his shaft that was still somewhat hard. I just couldn't get enough of him today. I started slowly stroking his love muscle and he seemed to be getting horny all over again. I tenderly played with his tip and could tell he was getting more excited. I climbed on him, straddling him with my back to his face and my slippery pussy teasing his hard shaft. I knew he was almost spent, but I wanted him in me from behind and he owed me. He had been gone too long. I let his tip just enter me for a moment, then pulled out. I rubbed his tip against my clit then had him enter me again, just briefly. I grabbed his cock and stroked my clit, full lips and opening with it lightly. I thought of my morning shower and wanting him there. I decided he wasn't quite done yet, and told Jim, "I think you deserve a shower now, honey," as I escorted him to the next room and turned on the water for us. Jackie Well quite naturally when I observed Jackie standing there in the kitchen unexpectedly with two of his friends, I was delighted. For one thing, I adored Jackie. He was really just a more firmly built version of his brother Bobby. Bobby was nineteen and a sophomore in college. Jackie was eighteen and a freshman in college just as I was. Obviously, through most of my childhood, I had been closer with Jackie, than I was with Bobby, because our ages were identical. Plus I hadn’t been relishing being alone in Bobby’s house. For one thing, it would be kinda boring and, for another thing, I could later be accused of stealing from them. Of course, that wouldn’t have stopped me from nosing through all their possessions. Haha! The two boys with Jackie were his friends Will and Robert. I knew both of them slightly, but not at all in the biblical sense and, judging from the contorted expressions of their faces with their mouths hanging agape and their eyes bulging at my nakedness, they were quite surprised and delighted to see the ‘real’ me. Will was tall; he was around six feet, three and fairly skinny, although he had these wonderfully large hands. That really turns me on and he was very handsome. Robert wasn’t as good looking, but he was a solid six foot and looked to have a large upper body beneath his clothes. Jackie exclaimed delightedly, “Sara! Where did you come from?” Knowing my propensity for being comfortable in front of others, despite being totally nude, he reached out and took my outfit from my arms, where I had been holding it in front of myself and he placed it on the kitchen counter. Noticing suddenly that I was still dripping sexual fluid from my vagina, Jackie’s happy expression suddenly fell and he spoke dejectedly, “Oh, I get it – Bobby.” Stepping to him, I placed my hand behind his neck and stepped up on my tip toes and kissed him passionately. I declared, “Hey, I’m here with you now and that’s all that is important, isn’t it?” Suddenly breaking into a huge smile, Jackie appeared beautiful to me. “Sure, Sara,” he agreed. “You always could make me smile, you know.” Suddenly I felt four hands touching me everywhere they could reach, which was considerably apparently! One hand was poking around my labia from behind, another was rubbing the nibble on my right breast, while one was preparing to invade my asshole and the fourth one was tickling my pussy hair. “Wait a minute!” I exclaimed, while whirling around and gently knocking the hands away. “I love sex, but I’m not a whore! I’m not taking the three of you on at the same time.” Will and Robert appeared totally desolate, while their friend just smiled at them – evilly, I thought. “But there’s a solution,” I explained. “I just happen to have two good friends, who I think will be willing to come over.” It was obvious to me that my statement has caused hope to suffuse the good looking features of Will and Robert. I knew I was up to no good, inviting two virgins over to an orgy. But I thought it was time for Kristine and Nicole to give it up and start having a good time. Jackie showed me where one of the phones was located and I quickly called Kristine and explained to her that there were two fabulous looking guys at Jackie’s, who really wanted to meet them. Okay, okay, it was a lie. But it was only a little white lie, because unbeknownst to them I really meant ‘meat’ them. Haha! Kristine sounded all excited, when she asked me for the address and, after consulting with her mother, she promised that she and Nicole would be right over. I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up, if you know what I mean and by the time I was finished and exited the bathroom, Jackie excitedly informed me that my friends were getting out of a car in front of the house. I ran and took a peek from behind the front curtains in the living room and, sure enough, I observed Kristine and Nicole getting out of Kristine’s mother’s car. Man, they were both dressed to fuck! Hehe. I’d really never seen either one of them dress like that; at least not to ‘go out.’ Both of them looked hot! In fact, I didn’t know how Kristine managed to leave her house dressed that way, but apparently her mother had been distracted with it being almost dinner time. Kristine had a bunch of younger brothers and sisters. She was actually wearing a rather longish blouse and nothing below the waist. I think, though, that I would have been the only one who would have noticed it immediately, because it was extremely beautiful and made out of silk and fell to her upper-thighs. It was just that I had seen her wear it as a regular blouse. Nicole appeared just as hot and was wearing those same little shorts she had poured herself into for the baseball game. They were black and so tight you could actually see the outline of her pussy lips and the crack of her ass. Her blouse was a little black mid-riff. I began to think I might have underestimated my friends in more ways than one. After waving goodbye to Kristine’s mother and watching her drive off, my friends turned and walked quickly up Jackie’s front walk. I swear as Kristine walked, her blouse would separate for a split second and I was seeing her pussy hair. I stood nakedly by the front door and wondered what their reaction would be when I threw open the door and stood before them stark naked. Well, as it happened, when I opened the door, after they knocked, Kristine and Nicole both smiled at me, apparently delighted to see me and spoke, “Hello, Sara.” Then they stepped past me and directly up to Will and Robert and they all introduced themselves to each other and left me standing in front of the open doorway like a fool with egg on my face. Suddenly I felt one of Jackie’s hands gently curl around my waist pulling me to him, while he pushed the front door shut. “You better close this, Sara,” he suggested, “before you give the paperboy a thrill.” I giggled and turned and threw my arms around his neck and just stood perfectly still and he ran his hands gently up and down my body. God, it was so wonderful; it gave me shivers! I moaned and pulled his head down towards mine and began to passionately kiss him again. As he returned the sexual favor, my left hand snaked down inside the waist band of his blue jeans and jockey shorts and began to fondle his penis, which was beginning to spout inches at a time. “Oh God, Sara,” he groaned. I was afraid he was going to go off right then in my hand. You know how these young men are, but it wouldn’t have mattered. He would have been hard again in about ten seconds. I continued to push my tongue into his mouth, while he lowered his hands around my bottom and pulled me even closer to him. His erection was continuing to grow and I quickly unbuttoned his blue jeans and pulled them and his underwear down to the floor. His prick sprung out full blown and, I think if I would have been as tall as he it would have shot straight into my cunt. As it was, it was sticking in my belly button. I laughed and exclaimed, “No, no Jackie! Wrong place!” Jackie laughed his big guffaw, I think mainly just to find a girl, who offered herself sexually to him without it appearing that it was a serious gift from God or something. There’s really no reason that sex shouldn’t be fun too. It doesn’t always have to be so God awful serious all the time. Jackie was kissing all around my breasts and then lower, as he closed in on my pussy with those full lips of his. Suddenly he was actually very gently nibbling at my pussy lips with the edge of his teeth. Good God! I never had anyone do anything like that before. It was the weirdest combination of almost being painful and the most exciting feeling. Then he was pulling out strands of my blonde pubic hair with his teeth. I was rubbing his back and I reached down and ripped his T-shirt off and threw it over in the corner. The young man did have a spectacular appearing upper body . I was feeling so hot I didn’t think I could wait any longer. “Jackie!” I wailed. “Come on, you’re just teasing me now.” He looked up at me from my crotch and grinned that impish grin of his. “That’s the idea,” Jackie laughed. “ ”Come on,” I implored again. “Okay,” Jackie agreed, finally taking mercy on me. “Get down on your hands and knees,” he explained. Figuring he was going to take me one of my favorite ways – doggystyle – I acquiesced with some alacrity. I purposely placed myself, so I could watch what Kristine and Nicole were up to after I lowered to the living room rug. Kristine was paired up with Will, which naturally left Nicole with Robert. Not knowing each other, plus Kristine and Nicole being basically novices, had caused them to move a lot slower than Jackie and I. There was a full length couch and a short love seat in the living room of Jackie’s home and both were profitably filled at the moment. Kristine sat wrapped around Will and both of them were deep throating each other with their tongues. I recognized immediately that I had been correct in my assumption that Kristine wasn’t wearing anything beneath her dress, as it had ridden up to around her waist and I was looking at her wide open vagina, as she was sitting with her legs wide open in a most unlady like position. ‘Alright, Kristine!’ I thought. Turning my attention to Nicole and Robert, I saw Robert pulling Nicole’s midriff blouse over her head bearing her beautiful breasts, having already divested her of her shorts. I hadn’t actually seen Nicole completely naked before. She might have had an even better body than Kristine. She was definitely a hottie. All of the sudden I realized Jackie wasn’t interested in doing it doggystyle, as I felt him inserting his large peter into my butt hole. And I don’t think he was going surfing. Hehe. My rectum was like the last hole in my body that hadn’t had a prick forced into it, except for maybe my eardrums and my nose! So I figured it was probably time for that to go too. When Jackie first forced his erection up my ass hole, it hurt like hell, but I bit my lip to keep from crying out and moved with him as best I could as he was forcibly slamming himself into my backside again and again over and over. Being distracted by Will excitedly tearing away Kristine’s blouse off her body and a stark naked Robert beginning to copulate with Nicole helped in the beginning and then suddenly it didn’t hurt anymore – but on the contrary, was feeling as good as anything ever had in my entire life. God! I started to cum right away. “Oh, oh, fuck me, Jackie!” I screamed out. So much of the time when I make love, I’m in places I really can’t make any noise, so it was nice for one time to be able to make as much noise as I cared to. I just adored talking dirty when I made love. As I watched Kristine sucking Will’s joint as hard as she could and Robert continuing to fuck Nicole hard, who must have already surrendered her virginity, because she appeared to be enjoying it, I was climaxing the entire time. Jackie let loose with his rush of hot sperm straight up my bottom hole and he cried out in ecstasy. Suddenly the front door opened and, as I turned my head to see who it was, Bobby walked in followed closely by his father! The End Jackie I used to be employed at my home-town hospital. I was the only guy in the whole department, working along side 40 women, so you’d think I’d have my chance at plenty of office pussy, well, think again. Now, these aren’t your typical women though, all older than me by at least five years, and all of whom are married and with kids or expecting kids. But, that didn’t stop me or them from flirting with each other constantly. One such woman in particular, really caught my eye and I caught hers as well. She even told me, if I was older, she was younger, and/or she had seen me before she meet her husband, she would have been all over me. Well hearing this got me stone cold hard and every time I saw her after that, instant flag pole. So, the forty of us work side by side for a good two years. Flirting was a daily thing and the laughs were plenty. Jackie and I exchanged many pleasing moments, yet none physical, besides the occasional hug, wink, or high five, etc. We exchanged e-mail address and exchanged many risqué e-mails. We’d write little comments about getting together, making out, or even having sex. We called it a “nooner”. Nothing ever went beyond that though. We did exchange pet names for each other to make it all the more fun and confuse the heck out of the rest of our co-workers. She was named my “bunny” and yes, that refers to fuck bunny, and I was named her “whipping boy”, meaning whatever she said, I did because I knew it would please her. So, nearing the end of my last summer working there, I got it in my head that I had to have her and soon. And all this thinking about her, gave me one hell of a hard on. So, I headed towards the bathroom to relieve myself. As I got to the bathroom to test the door handle to see if it was locked, Jackie opened the door. I got a big smile on my face, placed a hand on her shoulder, and walked her back into the bathroom. I locked the door behind us and turned on the light. Jackie looked me straight in the eye with a big smile on her face. She asked me what was going on, I didn’t answer her, and I just leaned in and kissed her. I kept kissing her as our tongues intertwined. My hands roamed down to her plump ass. Taking huge handfuls of her flesh, I played with her ass till I figured she was ready. Still locked in a passionate kiss, I started to slide her scrub pants (like what nurses wear) down. I could feel her lips move into a smile as her pants feel to her ankles. Not wasting any time, I slide my hand to the front of her and began to rub her mound through her white cotton panties. I could tell she liked this, as she rocked her hips forward to feel more of my hand on her. I took this as a sign to keep going, so grabbing the waist band of her undies; I slid them down over her ass cheeks. With her lower half naked, I began to undo my belt and the button and fly on my dress slacks. I felt her hands come to help, so I moved one hand to her ass and began squeezing again, while my other hand found her folds and began to finger her. I found her clit, just as she finished undoing my pants. They hit the floor and she moaned. I began to play with her clit, as she tried to control herself and remove my underwear. Succeeding, she grabbed my cock and began to stroke it. Her hand was so cold, that I walked her up against the bathroom wall. Removing her hand, I leaned in. I positioned my cock at Jackie’s entrance and rammed myself in. I couldn’t believe how tight she was. I mean, being married for ten plus years with two kids, I’d have thought she’d be all stretched out, but no. So, I began a slow thrust into and out of her. I still had my fingers working her clit as I was thrusting and this was all she needed as she came, moaning for her life in the middle of our kiss. I knew I was close myself, but I hoped she could rebound quickly and come with me at the same time. I sped up my thrusts and to my delight; she started to match my thrusts. We continued like this for another two minutes. I could feel it in my toes, up to my knees, thighs, and in my balls, I was going to cum and there was no stopping it. Two more hard thrusts and I unloaded my goods into her waiting womb. She came herself feeling my spunk spray her insides. She moaned and screamed into my grunting kiss. We stood together for another minute, before I pulled out. As I did a string of her juices and mine stuck to my cock. I grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned myself off. She grabbed some herself and cleaned herself up a bit. We both put our underwear and pants back on. I turned off the light and opened the door slightly. I couldn’t see anyone, so we walked out slowly. I looked at my watch and noticed it was ten after twelve. I turned to her and smiled. I said to her, looks like we just had our first “nooner!” We proceed to the break room, ate lunch together alone, and then went back to work. Near as we could tell, no one was the wiser. And Jackie and I weren’t about to tell anyone what happened. In my mind though, I didn’t want to tell anyone, I just wanted to do it again and soon. Maybe in the break room…leaning her over the counter…sounds like fun, doesn’t it? Jackie He walked into her office, not expecting, nor caring, that anything would come of this. He knew, however, that this was a woman who liked her sex; from what he knew, she also liked her men young. He saw her sitting behind her desk, looking good like she always did. He admired her, starting with her legs. She had two very beautiful legs, he thought. She liked to wear outfits that showed off her body, and today being no exception, she was wearing a nice short skirt, giving him an excellent view of those long tan legs. Her legs looked good enough that she hardly ever wore pantyhose, he noticed. It made him wonder how often she went without underwear altogether. Since he usually got aroused just thinking about her, having her there to fantasize was doing wonders, his cock becoming stiff as a board while he gawked at her body, thinking about having those wonderful limbs wrapped around him. His eyes came up as he said hello, easing over her trim waist and ample breasts. Her v-neck sweater was showing off a lot of her cleavage, making his stiff cock turn rock hard. He noticed her eyes came up from his crotch and hoped she liked what she saw. He had tried hitting on her several times before with no results, however, so he didn't imagine this time would turn out any differently. Still, he enjoyed the flirting they participated in, regardless of what resulted. She was several years older than he, but for some reason that simply made everything that much more exciting for him. He wondered for a moment if it turned her on in the same way. They made idle discussion for a few minutes before their conversation turned to the fact that they had never spent any personal time together. As soon as she let him know that he could still take the opportunity, he made sure she knew he wanted to. She seemed surprised, even shocked. Then she smiled and took his hand. --- She was certainly surprised at this turn of events. She had thought that this guy was cute, but had figured he wasn't interested. This was new indeed, as well as being quite arousing. She smiled at him, taking his hand in hers. It wasn't that she had been deprived of late, nor that she had to take this opportunity now or lose it; she was going to do this now just because it seemed like it would be fun. She stepped closer to him, hoping he would sense her arousal, or maybe smell it since she was getting rather wet. At the same time she pulled his arm around her waist. She stood very close to him, pushing her teats and their tingling nipples towards his face. She couldn't believe how far she was going with this, but she definitely didn't want to stop. She leaned close, brushing his cheek with her lips. Whispering in his ear, she asked, "How far do you want this to go?" He responded by pulling her closer, clenching her body to his. Her teats mashed against his chest, while the firmness in his pants pressed against her pubic mound. He panted in her ear, his tongue caressing her ear lobe sending pleasurable sensations racing through her body. The warmth inside her turned to fire, melting her insides, literally causing her to drip. She spread her legs as far as the skirt would let her and straddled his thigh, grinding on it, letting the skirt ride up so far her panties were showing. As he began to suck on her earlobe, she rubbed her crotch up and down his muscular thigh, opening her sexuality to him. Yet, when he paused momentarily, reality struck her: this was going too far. She stepped back, putting her hands on his chest to help her. By the look on his face, she could tell that he didn't understand. His chest tightened as he reached around her waist. As his muscles flexed she couldn't help but caress him, wondering what it would feel like to have him. She didn't know what she should do. As she was trying to decide, he hugged her, holding her tightly, caressing her lovingly. She returned his hug, feeling his lips and tongue on her neck, returning her instantantly to her previous level of arousal. It wasn't really that bad, was it. She closed her eyes and decided just to stop thinking about it, as she felt the wonderfully warm pleasure travel closer to her breasts. One of his hands went from her waist to her ass, grabbing her forcefully and drawing her close against his body. The suddenness of it caused her to open her eyes and she saw that the door to her office was still open. On an impulse, she reached behind him and shut it. She knew then that things were going to go far, yet she definitely didn't feel upset about it. --- He heard the door shut and knew that she didn't want him to stop. Not that he knew what she did want, but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to try and find out. He still kept a firm grip on her ass, but slid his other hand up to cup her breast as he kissed his way further down her chest. He wanted more, but he was waiting for a signal from her. His tongue was as deep into her cleavage as he could get it without removing her clothing, when the signal came. He felt her hands move to the back of his head, clutching him into her chest, panting with desire. He knew then that she wanted more. He pulled her sweater open at her breast, licking and kissing her chest as she did so. He caught the top of her bra with his fingers, tugging it and her sweater far enough to expose her nipple. She sighed openly, then pushed his face away. As he looked at her, she removed her sweater, then gazed directly into his eyes as she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. As the delicate lace slid off her chest, he stared at her globes, hanging just in front of him. In just a moment he was overcome with his wantoness and, with his mouth open, he lunged forward. One hand went to each of her teats, holding them tight, teasing their nipples. His mouth went first to one, then to the other, gently tonguing her, sucking on her breasts, nibbling on them. After licking her buds, he would softly caress them with his lips, blowing on them, hoping he was turning her on that much more. He loved doing this, loved even more taking his time and pleasing a woman slowly, but they barely knew each other, and they were messing around in her office. If he was going to take time to do something, he had something else in mind. He let the teat he was sucking on slide out from between his lips, kissing his way down to her navel. He was only slightly surprised to find a ring there, but made sure to take a minute to toy with it, allowing his tongue to do its work there before going further. His hands slid from her back downwards, grabbing at her ass, then further down, past the bottom of her skirt, squeezing her thighs. She flexed her muscles, turning him on whether she wanted to or not. He let his hands glide up the outside of her thighs, the feel of her smooth skin making his heart pound. He looked up to see her face rapt with longing, gazing at him through eyes half closed with lust. Her mouth was open, panting, waiting to find out what he would do next. To answer her unasked question, he slid his hands to her ass beneath the skirt, feeling the flesh of her buttocks. When his fingers finally reached the bottom of her french cut panties, he paused, then reached up, grabbing the waistband, and pulled them down. She helped by stepping out of them, then quickly undid her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. He stood slightly, his arms around her, picking her up to set her on the edge of her desk. Then his hands were on her thighs again, his mouth kissing her inner thigh as his tongue touched her gently, making little circles. He could certainly smell her now, her wetness beginning to show. Running his tongue up her thigh to her pubic mound, then let it glide over the lips of her vagina, watching as she sucked in air with anticipation. With the tips of his fingers he opened her, allowing his tongue access to her clit, which he first licked, then took between his lips to suck and massage. As he kept nibbling, he moved his fingers to rub the outside of her channel. When she started to grind her hips into his face, he slid first one, then two fingers inside her love canal. While his mouth covered her clit, his tongue did a dance with it, his fingers massaged her insides, caressing her g-spot, making her entire body vibrate with the sensation. When he thought she was finished, he left his fingers inside her, changing from rubbing one spot to stroking her entire insides. The noises she made told him she wasn't disappointed, while asking him to please proceed with his activities. He was licking her clit while he fingered her, sucking and nibbling on her love button. He was moving his fingers through her just like a short hard cock. She was gasping and moaning, so he decided it was time for more. On an out stroke, he added another finger, then pushed in again. He didn't even have to work it in. He loved that, it drove him wild to know she was that wet and that loose. His urge to take her was unbelievably strong, but he wanted to mess around a little more first. He used his other hand to play with her clit, flicking it around now, while she practically humped the fingers inside her. Catching his breath, he withdrew one of his slippery fingers, using it to rub her anus. She closed her eyes, her moans growing louder as he made little circles around her tight bung hole. He shoved his finger back into her gapping canal, rewetting it, making her gasp. This time when he pulled out his finger, he put it right against the center of her waiting butt, with just enough pressure to let her know it was there. She pushed against his entire hand, relaxing her sphincter and letting his finger shoot right up her back door. Now he pumped both her holes with his hand, at the same time he continued to nibble her cunny. He could feel her orgasm building, her hips raging against his hand, her hands clutching his hair. As she came, she arched her back and tightened the muscles in her legs, letting him prolong her orgasm as he quickened his movement. Her juices dripped down his fingers, arousing him to the point where he thought his prick felt harder than it had ever felt. He twisted his fingers in and out of her until she was done, telling him by pulling him to her. As he took his hand away from her, he scooped up some of her juices and rubbed them onto his stiffness. He stood up, stroking his meat until she opened her eyes. --- She felt wonderful, a combination of pleasure and relaxation. She could hear him sighing and opened her eyes to find out why. He was standing in front of her, waiting for a kiss, with a several inches of thick manhood in his hand. She watched him stroke himself for a moment, then smiled, happy to give him what he wanted. When she leaned in to kiss him, she smelled something that wasn't his cologne; it smelled odd, but it certainly turned her on. As she was kissing him, she realized it was her scent, the smell of her juices from when he was licking her crotch. She couldn't believe she was turned on by the odor of vagina, but she would let him know that later. In the meantime, she knew where she could get another taste. She broke the kiss, dropping slowly to her knees. She reached around him to take a big handful of his ass in one hand, while the other hand softly cradled his full nut sack. The juices he had taken from her pussy made his erection shine, while the smell made her nostrils flair and started getting her wet all over again. She began with one long lick, starting between his balls to get a little taste of him, then she ran her tongue up his shaft, sucking off her juices, the action turning both of them on. Since she wanted more, knowing he certainly did, she slipped her mouth over the head of his cock, becoming wild with the taste of herself added to the pulsing of his member in her mouth. A little surprise awaited her when she first sucked on that wonderfully cum covered pole. She sucked a little precum off the tip of his erect manhood. The taste of their juices together drove her insane with lust. She was ready, and she wanted him inside her. She took the rest of him into her mouth, almost gagging, sucking as hard as she could. His hips began to buck, fucking her mouth as she gave him a sloppy wet blow-job. She could feel him hitting the back of her throat and sliding down it. She sucked the rest of her juices from him, then let him drop from her mouth, watching his meat bounce as it fell. Then she stood up, turned, and bent over her desk, shoving her ass towards him. As she bent over the desk, she grabbed a teat with one hand and her clit with the other, begging him to do her ass. She knew it was different, but begged him to ram his spit covered pole up her back door. She told him how long it had been, promising to do almost anything he wanted if he would. Her ass was desperate and so was she. --- No words were necessary on his part, he simply pushed his cock against her dusty rose bud. He felt a little dry, so he pushed his rock hard meat into her soaking twat again, stroking her a few times when he did so. As he pulled out, he grabbed his rod with one hand, using it for guidance, while he ran the other across her wetness, covering his hand with her juices. Then he slid his prick back into her crotch, gliding through her like they were made for each other. He took a quick lick of the juices on his hand, pumping her from behind, then reached it in front of her face, just close enough to let her smell. He felt her lewd lips grip at him as he moved through her, becoming even more aroused. He could feel her fingers playing with herself as he drove his shaft in and out of her, driving faster as his hand got closer to her face. Her hips slammed against him, pounding between the desk and his hips. He gave her one finger to suck on, her reaction telling him it put her on the verge of cumming. Maintaining his control, fighting off the urge to shoot his hot jism into her steamy canal, he pushed a finger in next to his shaft, wetting it with her moisture. She barely seemed to notice as she tried to suck more of her syrup from his hand. He let her lick another finger, withdrawing the one from her groin. Then he pushed his whole hand against her face, several fingers going into her mouth, the rest smearing her sweet discharge over her lips and nose. The taste and smell seemed to drive her crazy, sending her into a frenzy. When he thought she was at her wildest, he jammed his wet finger up her back door. The combination of pleasures was too great. She cried out, once, twice, her orgasm ripping through her, sending flashes of pleasure through her that went right down his shaft. He pulled out of her to avoid his own orgasm and she collapsed on the desk. He held her as she gasped for air, waiting until her breathing slowed a little. Her butt hung there, in front of him, enticing him the entire time. Finally he couldn't help himself. He bent over her, wet his lips, then kissed her ass cheek, running his tongue over her smooth skin. He heard her moan, coming alive once again, getting ready for more. He did something he had never done before and ran his tongue right over her anus. She gasped, then let out a little cry of pleasure that was lost in their passion. He let his tongue glide over her other cheek, making her moan and wiggle, then nibbled on it a little. She cried out softly, giggled, and waved her ass in his face. He had never been big on anal anything, but here he was, loving every second he spent hovering over this woman's tan, smooth hinney. He was almost ready to shove himself inside her and explode, but he wanted them to orgasm together. Taking her hand, he slid two of her fingers and one of his inside her still pulsing vagina, helping her move them. Surprised at his own eagerness, he went back to sliding his tongue around her tight, clean anus ring. He kept going, moving his tongue around as he helped her finger herself. She became so aroused this way that he let her finger herself alone, taking his wet finger to ease into her butt, relaxing her sphincter. He stood up as he started to finger her ass, waiting as she became more and more aroused. He wanted to keep her ass wet, since he wasn't, so he kept sliding his finger into her now soaking slit, then up and into her butt. Yet every time his finger left her butt, she would make little mewing, pleading sounds, and every time it went back in, she seemed that much closer to orgasm. His finger moved in and out easily now, telling him she was almost ready. He picked her up, moving her a little more onto the desk and spreading her legs to give him easier access. He saw it then, a marker almost two inches thick, sitting on her desk. Picking it up, he centered it on the opening of her channel, resting it on her fingers. She wantonly grabbed it and began working it in, then out, of herself with a passion. "Fuck my ass!", she cried out. "Fuck me up the ass, please!" He was more than ready to oblige her. He positioned his rod immediately behind her hole, watching intently as she fucked her own pussy with the marker. He put one hand on her hips, taking himself in the other as she clutched the marker, shoving it deep into her mound. He watched intently, letting her masturbate, enjoying seeing her so aroused. She lay there, face down on her desk, so hot that one hand was toying with her clit as the other used a marker as a dildo, forcing it roughly through her twat. He waited until she was once again crying out for relief. Holding her steady, he slowly pushed her anus open with his tip. She felt him against her, sighed, and relaxed herself fully. He felt the knob of his shaft go in, her hole tightening around him. He was overcome with lust. He pounded against her, each stroke carrying his cock another inch into her opening ass. After several strokes, he was moving several inches of his shaft through her tight backdoor, with both of them crying out constantly. She was laying flat on the desk, her breasts pressed against it, her head to one side, one hand stroking the marker through her dripping pussy, the other clutching at the side of the desk. He kept one hand on her hip, using the other to reach between her and the desk to hold on to her teat. Her ass tightened around him as he stroked himself inside her. At each thrust as he rammed his cock in up to his sack, he would pull her onto his rod, tugging at both her teat and her hip. Her ass felt so good, so tight and smooth, he could feel the orgasm building. "Baby, oh baby," she moaned, flexing her ass around him. "You fuck me so good, you like my ass don't you?? You like fucking me this way, don't you?" Her words were jittery from the ferocity of the sex, but they turned him on, making his movements that much more forceful. His reply was barley more than a groan. "Yeah. And you want my cum." He was panting, so close to orgasm he could hardly speak. "Want my cum?", he asked. Her reply was to push herself up off the desk, leaving the marker inside her. He kept his hand on her teat, toying with her nipple, holding her up. His other hand moved from her hip to the marker, which was beginning to slide out of her because of all her wiggling. He rubbed her labia with his hand, keeping the marker inside and moving it in all directions, while he also toyed with her clit. "You want me to shoot off in your ass, don't you?", he asked. Straining to hold back his orgasm, he more said than asked, "You want to feel my hot cum, don't you?" His words must have pushed her over the edge, because she cried out with the beginning of her orgasm, literally throwing herself into their sex, going completely wild. She screamed, biting her lip to muffle the sounds, throwing her head back and forth. The sight of her in orgasm forced him to let go of his own, the pleasure becoming uncontrollable. He felt the last needed pleasure shoot down his shaft to that point inside him, his cock twitching in response as she twisted her ass around him, holding herself tight on his cock, forcing him to orgasm. In parts it came up from inside of him, peaking as the first spurt of his cum left his body. He froze with the feeling, but she kept moving, up and down, down and up, her tight ass drawing more and more cum from his balls, while every bit shot inside her. He felt her butt go into a spasm and figured she must be having an anal orgasm. She confirmed that by letting out several more short gasps, then reaching behind her to hold him. They fell on the desk together, sighing. Jackie --- Some time after she had orgasmed, she woke up, feeling his warm body resting on top of her. She turned her head towards his, kissing him, and he moved enough for her to roll over. They kissed again, smiling, knowing they would make a terrific couple, if no further than their sexuality. He said he couldn't wait to find out what else they got into. She told him they could begin when she got off work that night. As they dressed, they were quiet, satisfied to talk later that night. She didn't know where this would lead, their age difference being the least of their problems, but she was a little lonely, and for the time being at least, had found a wonderful companion, who was ready to fulfill her desires. As he left her office, he offered to meet her for dinner or breakfast. She smiled to herself, knowing before he finished what her answer was. "Pick me up at 6:30, take me to dinner, and tomorrow morning I'll make us breakfast." She paused, watching the reaction on his face. When she added, "In bed", he grinned from ear to ear. They kissed one last time, and he left, telling her he'd be early. She promised herself that she would take a very long shower when she got home, making a mental note to be surprised if she had visitors. Jackie *Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual act are at least eighteen years of age. * Chapter 1 Serena Lee slurped at the large chocolate malt. She wasn't really hungry, but Jackie insisted that she drink it. "You need to put some weight on you, girl," Jackie laughed as she affectionately popped her dishtowel at Serena's bony rump. Serena Lee and Jackie Washington stood at five foot four, warm brown eyes to brown eyes, but there the similarity ended. Serena Lee was bone thin, with pasty white skin splotched by orange freckles. Her long bright carrot orange hair hung limply down to her the back of her knees. She wore a bra, simply for modesty's sake, but had absolutely no breasts whatsoever. Jackie's skin was the color of a chocolate candy bar (that's why I'm so sweet' she would laugh) and wore her black hair cropped close to the scalp. Her breasts were large as were her hips and rear end. She had a bit of a paunch to her belly as well. "I really like her," Jackie confided to Chad Fontenot, Serena's boyfriend. "Yeah?" he smiled and pulled another rack of clean dishes from the dishwasher. "Me too." "Ooh, you know what I mean," Jackie laughed. "I wanted to hate her, but I just can't." Unbeknownst to Serena, Chad and Jackie had enjoyed one hot afternoon, making love to each other. Jackie, after the thrill had worn off, had told Chad that while it had been very enjoyable, Louisiana in 1978 just wasn't going to be very kind to a black girl and white boy loving each other. He had to agree with her; there were just too many small-minded people that wouldn't be able to look beyond the color of their skin. They both agreed that that afternoon would be their 'little secret,' there would be no benefit in telling Serena, or anyone else about it. They weren't ashamed of it, or ashamed of their friendship though. ---- Charles McCall sat at the red light, taking the time to re-examine the interior of brand new Mercedes Benz 500 SEL. The tan leather was butter soft to the touch, and smelled great. It's light color was a nice compliment to the pearl white exterior of the powerful car. He looked over; three teenage girls had pulled up to the red light in a battered Datsun B210. They were openly admiring the car as they sat, side by side. The light turned green and he easily left them behind; the large motor responding magnificently to his touch. That's when he saw it, the 1949 Indian Chief. It was parked in front of some greasy spoon diner, the 'Roundabout.' By the time he saw it, he was whizzing past the diner too fast to pull into the parking lot, so he had to wait until the next traffic light to make the U-Turn. He had to laugh as the three girls tooted their horn as they zoomed past him. ---- Jackie sat down at the counter next to Serena, who was gamely trying to finish the last few spoonfuls of the thick malt. She swiveled in the seat and faced the large window that looked out onto Veteran's Memorial Boulevard. "Ooh, I got him!" she perked up and called out as a tall blonde haired man got out of a Mercedes Benz. Zoë, the other waitress looked up and shrugged her shoulders. Jackie was still new at witnessing; she would learn in time. The people that drove big flashy cars and wore expensive suits often expected special treatment, overzealous service, and left the stingiest of tips. If they tipped at all. They seemed to think that their money and prestige entitled them to the servitude of everyone else. The man was good looking enough, with his shaggy blonde hair, blonde mustache, and nice looking suit. Zoë shrugged her shoulders again, and put the check down in front of her own customer. "Who owns that Indian out front?" Charles asked loudly as he entered the diner. "I do," Gary answered from the grill. "I'll give you five thousand for it, cash," Charles offered. "Not for sale, man," Gary smiled and shook his head. : Six thousand," Charles countered. "Nah, man, that bike was my old man's bike; left it to me when he died last month," Gary smiled. "Oh, well, then, I understand," Charles smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry about your old man. They are such sweet rides, though." "Yeah, fucking shame they got them helmet laws, though," Gary, agreed. "You got one?" "I wish, man," Charles said. "Was saving up my money to get this cherry Indian Scout but had to give that up." "Why?" Gary asked. "Girlfriend was late, had to do the right thing, had to finish up school, you know, life got in the way," Charles said. "Yeah, man, sometimes life's like that, you know?" Gary agreed. "So, what's a man got to do to get some service around here?" Charles asked loudly. "How 'bout sitting down?" Jackie asked and Charles found a booth near the window where he could look out at his car, and at the Indian Chief. "Oh, no, I already know what I want," he smiled as she handed him a plastic laminated menu. "Yeah?" she smiled. "What you want?" "I want a greasy cheeseburger, as greasy and nasty as you can make it, loaded with unions and mayonnaise and mustard, but leave them nasty pickles off of it, give me some French fries with it," he said. "Comes with fries," Jackie told him. "And, what you got to drink?" he aced. "Coke, Tab, Sprite, sweet tea," Jackie intoned. "How about a big old strawberry malt?" he asked. "Yeah, we got that," she smiled widely. She was real proud of the attention to detail she gave the malts she made. "Want them onions grilled?" Gary called out to Charles when Jackie gave him the check. "You can do that?" Charles asked. "That would be great!" ---- Charles McCall laughed to himself; Melanie Richards, his current girlfriend, would never be caught dead in a place like this. He'd not looked at the menu, but he was willing to bet that 'Health' foods, 'Rabbit Food' as he called it, was not on the menu. He'd met the thirty nine year old real estate agent at a party his partner was throwing at his new condominium. Melanie had been the real estate agent that had sold the condo. He was attracted to her white blonde hair, the deep tan and the large breasts. Melanie sent him some pretty strong signals of her own and he asked her for her phone number. He found out that the hair was dyed and the breasts were likewise artificial. She smiled sheepishly as her thick brown hair came into view, along with the tan lines. Her appearance wasn't the only thing fake about her and he often wondered why he didn't just tell the shrill, pretentious woman to take a long walk on a short pier. ---- He openly admired Jackie's lush figure as she carefully put the plate, malt, and bottle of ketchup on the table. "Anything else?" she smiled and he smiled back. "Not at this moment, but I'll let you know," he said and dug in with great gusto. Again, he checked her out as she walked back to her perch next to the skinny red head. Melanie would be spitting insults, none too quietly, about how fat the girl was, how all colored people were lazy and dishonest and couldn't be trusted. In his eyes, the girl wasn't fat at all; she was healthy, womanly. He looked back at his new car. The main reason he'd bought such an expensive automobile was to impress Melanie, and to rub it in Loretta's face. Chapter 2 Loretta Timmons had been a very attractive red head and the young law student was smitten as he watched her find a seat in the front of the classroom. She finally sat down and looked up at him. His blew eyes looked into her green eyes and despite wanting to set the impression that he was a 'no-nonsense, straight shooting guy,' smiled at her and blushed as she smiled back. She easily aced the 'Business Law' class Charles McCall was teaching. At final exam, she waited until the last student had finally wandered out of the classroom before bringing her sheaf of papers up to him. "Here you go, Mr. McCall," she cooed, making sure he could see down the front of her blouse. "I want to screw," was written very boldly on the front of the examination paper. In 1958, women did not come on so boldly. "Give me a call, Mr. McCall," she smiled sweetly and made sure to put a lot of swing into her walk. ---- "Charles, I'm late," she tearfully sobbed into the telephone. There was only one thing to do and he married her. In July of 1959, Robin Ann McCall was born. The red headed girl would be the only child of Charles and Loretta McCall and thirteen years later, Charles and Loretta McCall would be divorced. Divorce was nearly unheard of in 1972, but Charles had had enough of trying to satisfy Loretta's flighty whims and fads. Besides that, in her ever-increasing search for happiness, Loretta was not too faithful. "She takes up tennis, and screws the tennis instructor," Charles told his divorce lawyer. "Golf? She fucks the man-hating behemoth that's supposed to be teaching her. Believe that?? I'm paying this bitch forty bucks a lesson, and all Loretta's learning how to do is eat pussy. I had to pay the Cadillac mechanic to fix her car, and fuck her too and those silly ass classes? I haven't seen one bit of macramé yet." Charles smiled widely when Loretta's attorney demanded full custody of Robin. He knew that it was just a ploy on Loretta's part; Loretta didn't want Robin any more than he did. "Okay," he agreed. The judge, the victim of a wandering wife, granted sole custody to Loretta, but did not grant her request for five hundred a month in alimony. "You have a college degree, put it to use," he coldly told her. "Two hundred a month is plenty of money for child support, see that it goes toward the child." ---- Robin spent more time at her father's apartment than she did at her own home. Two hundred a month did not go very far when Loretta's house note was a whopping one hundred and forty three a month. (She'd been genuinely surprised that Charles had not fought her for the house; she had been surprised at how little he fought for anything at all. The fact that he was glad to be rid of her had never occurred to her.) Loretta had a college degree, true enough, but in the early 1970s, it wasn't very easy for a woman to find a job, and even harder for a divorced woman to find work. And as flighty and easily distracted as Loretta was, once she found a job, holding on to it proved to be somewhat difficult. Finally, she settled down in her current job, a salesclerk in the lingerie section of JC Penney's. There were many things she did not like about her job, but the main complaint was that JC Penney's allowed colored people to shop there. ---- Charles used a couple of French fries to mop up the last of the ketchup from his plate and smiled in satisfaction. He felt full, not still slightly hungry like he did when he and Melanie went out to eat. "That's what I like, a man that enjoys his food," Jackie said and slapped the ticket down on the table. He smiled at that; it was obvious that she enjoyed her food as well. "So, what's your name?" he asked her as he wiped his mustache clean. "Jackie, you?" she smiled widely. "Charles. Charles McCall," he smiled and looked at the ticket. "Hi Charlie, you just take that up to the cash register," she said and pointed to Zoë. He laughed; no one ever called him 'Charlie.' She gathered up his dirty dishes and walked off. "Y'all come back any time, hear?" she called out over her shoulder. He watched her round backside in the snug jeans and nodded in appreciation. He pulled out his money clip and peeled off a ten-dollar bill. He thought about it for a second, then pulled out his business card holder and pulled out one of his business cards and scribbled something on it and left that on the table as well. ---- "You got to be shitting me!" Jackie crowed when she saw the ten-dollar tip he'd left her. The total bill of his meal had been five dollars and eighteen cents. She burst into merry laughter; he'd left a business card, but had scratched out 'Charles' and written in 'Charlie.' Chapter 3 Charles pulled into his assigned parking spot at his apartment complex and walked up the stairs to his apartment. Once inside, he checked his answering machine. The red light blinked twice, paused, then blinked twice, and indicating that he had two messages. Melanie had laughed at him when he'd paid seventy-nine dollars for it, but even she had to agree, it was worth it. The first one was from Loretta, shrilly demanding that he have a talk with Robin, who had managed to have another accident in her Corvette. : Thank God, she wasn't hurt, but she really needs to learn that money doesn't grow on trees..." "And she'll learn that just as soon as you do," he laughed out loud and erased the message, not bothering to hear it all the way to the end. The second one was from Melanie, just along litany of catty and snide comments and complaints. He likewise erased the message without bothering to hear the end of it. He got himself a beer out of the refrigerator and reached for a glass, then shrugged his shoulders; Melanie wasn't there, he could drink out of the bottle if he wanted to. He sipped the beer and wondered why he'd never noticed it before, but both Melanie and Loretta sounded a lot alike. The telephone in the living room began to ring and he instinctively reached for it, then shook his head no and let it ring until his answering machine picked up. "Well, I guess you're out and about, enjoying that fancy new Mercedes-Benz," Melanie's voice cut through. "Must be nice. Give me a call; I'll be up until then thirty, eleven o'clock, okay?" He turned on the television and listlessly pushed the channel button on the remote control. The cable company had promised fifty four channels of entertainment, sixty three if you bought the 'Premium' Service, but so far, he'd not been all that impressed. He stopped, though, when he hit channel sixty-one and saw a stunning black woman shrugging out of her blouse. She smiled at the camera and reached behind her to unhook her black lace bra. Charles found himself getting quite an erection as her large nipples were pinched and tweaked by a pair of white hands. A nude white male stepped from behind her and knelt to take one of the large dark nipples into his mouth and she moaned; an obviously fake pornographic moan. The man unzipped the girl's shorts and she slipped them down and off her legs, revealing a thick black bush to the camera. Charles imagined what Jackie would look like nude and felt his cock twitch spasmodically in his trousers. He wondered if her nipples were nice and big like ones he was looking at right now. Was her pubic hair thick and unkempt like the pornographic star possessed, or did she trim it to a neat little triangle? Loretta's red bush was thick, unkempt, natural, but she never seemed to take the time to clean herself 'down there,' so Charles never went down on her, like the man on television was doing to the moaning and thrashing black woman. Melanie's brown bush was also thick, but she cleaned it to the point that it was all but devoid of any taste at all. Performing oral sex was done grudgingly, and as soon as he filled her mouth with his seed, she ran to the bathroom and noisily spit out his semen. Gargling, then more spitting followed this. He unzipped his trousers and edged his boxers down, freeing his cock. Two strokes and he spurted heavily into the handkerchief. "Damn right, but I'll bet that woman likes to fuck," Charles muttered to himself. He shrugged out of his clothes and hung the suit in the front closet, to take to the dry cleaners in the morning. He finished the beer, turned off the television, and went to bed, never bothering to call Melanie. ---- Jackie handed Gary his spare helmet and playfully rapped her knuckles on his helmet. She walked up the two flights of stairs and smiled down at Gary as he honked the motorcycle's horn then loudly accelerated away. Jackie let herself into her apartment and smiled at Tawny, her orange cat. If the landlord found out she had a cat, he could demand the one hundred and fifty dollar non-refundable pet deposit, or kick her out on the spot. "How's Mama's bad boy?" she asked the cat, then checked his food and water bowls. "Damn, but I'd like to see that mother fucker come back," she laughed as she counted out her tips and stuffed the bills and coins into her small lock box. She had made twenty-four dollars that day, not a bad take on a slow night, but his ten-dollar tip had been the largest one she'd gotten since she'd started working there. She shrugged out of her clothes and walked into the small bathroom. She made quick work of cleaning up; the hot water did not last long in her apartment. A quick pass of her razor over her underarms, leas, and bush, and she was done. She liked to keep her pubic mound neatly trimmed; it was just easier to keep her clean that way. She flopped down on her queen-sized bed, turned on her thirteen inch black and white television and found The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson was just about to begin. She was sound asleep before he introduced his first guest and did not wake up until she heard 'The Star Spangled Banner' begin to play. Chapter 4 Expensive automobile or not, morning rush hour traffic in New Orleans was a nightmare. Charles gritted his teeth and inched forward, then seethed as the idiot in front of him waved a large tractor-trailer into the same lane. Finally, he pulled up to the BNO building's parking lot, and sighed as he was finally able to relax. He smiled as Katherine Wu, his Chinese receptionist greeted him warmly. No matter what, she was always in a great mood. And she swore that Katherine was her real name, even if she was an immigrant from China. Melanie had met her, and then shrilly insisted that Charles fire her at once. Charles locked his blue eyes coldly on Melanie's tight face until she stopped talking. "Never, ever, ever tell me how to run my office," he told her in as cold a tone as he could. Melanie had to concede that she'd underestimated Charles, as well as overestimated her own influence over him. That did not stop her from making snide comments about 'that slant eyed gook' whenever possible. ---- "Your girlfriend called," Katherine said and handed him a piece of paper with her precise handwriting on it. "God, what does she want?" Charles groaned. In answer Katherine pointed to her left hand and Charles smiled and shook his head no. ---- Melanie was cool to the point of being frigid when Charles finally did call. Her cool facade shattered when he did not seem to be affected by her frosty demeanor and cheerfully hung up on her. "Let me talk to your boss," she screamed at Katherine who irritated her even further by politely asking who was calling, then putting her on hold. "Hey, Melanie, don't ever scream at Katherine again," Charles told her when he did finally pick up. "I don't hear from you all day yesterday, can't get you at home, can't get you at the office, then when you finally do bother picking up a phone and letting me know you're all right, you act like it's some big inconvenience to talk to me," she whined. "You know what?" he said. "That's a great description, 'a big inconvenience.' Yes, that's what it is, a big inconvenience." "Fuck you!" she screamed into the telephone. "No, Melanie, I will not fuck you, but thanks for the invitation," he cheerfully said and hung up. "Yes?" Katherine asked when he buzzed her. "If Miss Richards calls again, please tell her that I am not available," he cheerfully told her. "My pleasure," Katherine cheerfully agreed. ---- Jackie was her usual cheerful self as she clocked in and began the afternoon chit. Every now and then, she would peer out the front window to see if she saw that big Mercedes-Benz pulling into the parking lot, although she didn't really expect him back any time soon. Jackie Antoine bothered her whenever possible; and as he was by nature quite lazy, meant he had lots of free time to bother her. "Shouldn't you be washing dishes or something?" she finally snapped at him and he grumbled under his breath as Jim, the manager of the diner glared at him. Antoine did not understand that stuck up bitch; they were the only black people at the diner that right there should have made her his girl. He had a super fine cornrow style, and a big gold tooth right in front, letting her know he had the ways and the means to keep her satisfied. Yet, she didn't want to know nothing about it. ---- Melanie tired of leaving messages with the coolly efficient Katherine; the way that yellow bitch smugly told her that 'Mr. McCall is not available, would you like to leave a message?' let Melanie know that no matter how loud she demanded, Katherine wasn't going to pass her through to him. Charles looked through the twelve messages, shook his head no, and tossed them into the garbage. He walked out of his office and waited for the elevator. Katherine made a couple of notes to herself and shut down the telephones. She was still at her desk when Charles pulled out into the maddening crawl that was Rush Hour traffic in New Orleans. ---- Darkness approached and Jackie bustled about, taking care of the small dinner rush they had. The clock approached nine o'clock and she had finally quit looking for that big car and started looking to the three stragglers to leave so that she could catch the bus before they stopped running. "Jackie, telephone," Jim called out. Antoine wanted to hang up the telephone; why was anyone calling for her? He hovered nearby, hoping to overhear the conversation. "Hello?" she asked. "Hey, it's me, Charles, I mean, Charlie," a deep voice said on the other end. "Um, okay," Jackie, said, unsure of whom Charles or Charlie was. The name was familiar though. "I was in there last night, the one with the big old Mercedes-Benz," he reminded her. "Oh yeah, yeah, yeah!" she laughed. "What's happening, Charlie?" "What time you get off?" he asked her. "Um, in about twenty five minutes," she said. "How would you like to go get a couple of drinks, nothing fancy, oh, hang on, are you old enough to drink?" he said, suddenly aware that she might not be old enough. "Yeah, I'm old enough," she laughed merrily. "I'm twenty!" Charles couldn't help but smile; she was twenty-four years younger then he. "Yeah, that sounds good," she was saying into the phone. "When?" "I'll be there in about twenty five minutes," he cheerfully said and hung up. "Who the fuck's Charlie?" Antoine demanded. "None of your fucking business," she snapped back at him and went out to the dining floor. The last of her customers waved good-bye to her and she smiled and waved back. "Y'all come back now, here?" she cheerfully said and went to clear off their table. If she waited for Antoine to do it, the dishes would still be there until closing time, when Jim would make him go get them. "Who the fuck's Charlie?" Antoine demanded again and she ignored him. ---- Charles laughed at himself; he'd started to put his suit back on, and then realized he wasn't going on a date with Melanie; he could dress comfortably. He slipped on a polo shirt, a pair of khakis, and his penny loafers. He checked his hair, and his breath, then grabbed the keys for his car and cheerfully loped down the stairs. ---- "Aw, look at this fucking shit!" Antoine stamped his foot in disbelief. She was getting into a big bad Mercedes-Benz. There was no way he'd be able to stack up against that kind of ride. "Yeah, nice car," Jim said. "Aw, man, this is just too much!" Antoine said and half-heartedly slapped the mop on the floor. "Hi," Jackie said nervously as she slid into the car. "Hey," Charles said nervously as well. The civil rights movement may have culminated in equal rights for all, no matter what color their skin, but this was still Louisiana, the Deep South. He knew where he and Melanie would go to have a few cocktails, to unwind (as much as Melanie could unwind while making disparaging remarks about her co-workers, her clients, the staff at the bar, the patrons at the bar.) but he knew that The Lark would be less than warm and receptive to Jackie. He saw a small bar; it's sign only half-lighted and decided to brave it. He playfully slapped Jackie's hand away from the stereo controls. "You listening to elevator music," she lightly complained. "I want some tunes." "Chopin is not 'elevator music,' he laughed, but switched it from cassette to radio and found a rhythm and blues station for her. ---- The bartender did not even look up when they entered, just continued checking the shelf stock. "What you like?" Charlie asked her as they found a booth. "Um, whatever you're having, I guess," Jackie answered. "Yeah?" Frank asked. He wasn't friendly, but he wasn't unfriendly either. He had seen so many people come and go that the color of their skin didn't matter to him, just the color of their money. "I'm going to have a gin and tonic with a twist, and um, how about a Tom Collins for the woman?" Charles said. "Yeah," Frank said and quickly, deliberately made the drinks. Charlie noticed that no movement was wasted, Frank was a true professional. "Been doing this long?" Charles asked him. "Most of my life," Frank agreed and let a rare smile crease his face. Jackie was bent over, reading the song titles on the jukebox and Charles couldn't help but admire her full, round ass, especially when she unwittingly was swaying it back and forth in time to some unheard melody. "Charlie, give me a quarter?" she begged when she found a song she liked. "Here you go, Charlie," Frank said and put his change on the bar. Charlie laughed; no one called him 'Charlie,' but he was getting used to it. "Here you go, sweetheart, he said and handed her a quarter. 'Me and Mrs. Jones; belted out and Jackie playfully grabbed him and squeezed him hard. "Ooh, I love this song!" she cried out. "It's very quickly becoming a favorite of mine too," he said and they swayed to the music until it finished. "You get three songs to a quarter," Frank called out and Jackie again gent to the task of selecting another song. Both Charlie and Frank watched her ass and smiled. "Ooh, I like this, what's this called?" Jackie asked as she took a sip of the sweet concoction. "It's a Tom Collins," Charlie said and she drank it quickly. She sipped the second drink a little slower and hummed along with Aretha Franklin's 'Chain of Fools.' She caught Charlie's eyes looking down the front of her blouse and shrieked in laughter when he blushed. He noticed that she did not button the blouse to cover the very pleasant sight though. ---- "I had a really nice time," she murmured as they stood outside of her apartment door. She held him tightly, her large breasts mashed into his belly. "Me too, I hope we can do it again," he said and kissed her lightly. She returned his kiss and it soon became an open mouthed kiss. "Damn," he said when they parted. "Yeah, you need to go, before I do something I don't want to do," she said and lightly pushed him away. "Okay," he agreed and slowly walked toward the stairs. "Good night Charlie," she called out and opened the door to her apartment. ---- The message light on his answering machine blinked eight times paused, then blinked eight times. "She liked everything," he said to the answering machine. "She liked the bar, even though it was a dump, she liked the songs on the jukebox, she liked the drinks, she liked the kiss. When's the last fucking time you liked any fucking thing, Melanie?" Sure enough, seven of the eight messages were from Melanie, ranging in emotions from dripping with sweetness as she 'apologized' in a little girl voice, to tense to screeching in rage. The other message was from Robin, complaining about the repair bill to her Corvette and the accident wasn't even her fault; she'd dropped a tape on the floor and when she bent over to pick it up... Charlie suspected that Robin was drinking, and drinking quite heavily, but every time he tried to talk to Loretta about it, or every time he brought it up to Robin, he was given any number of excuses. "Hi Loretta," he said. "Is Robin there?" She wasn't happy to hear that Daddy wasn't going to pay the bill. Whether she dropped a tape on the floor or not, the accident was indeed her fault and she would have to figure out some way to pay for it. Chapter 5 Katherine had no smile on her face as she handed him the stack of messages from Melanie the following morning. "I'll call her," he promised her and she dourly nodded her head in agreement. ---- Katherine burst into laughter when the florist delivered a bouquet of dead, withered roses. Charlie didn't have to read the card to know whom it was from. "Want me to have a skunk cabbage sent to her, or how about a Venus flytrap?" she asked him in amusement. "No, but flowers are a good idea," he smiled and took the phone number from her as she wrote it out for him. "On the card?" Charlie asked. "Um, I guess just put, 'Thinking of you, Charlie.'" The clerk wrote out the message, but put 'Love, Charlie.' ---- Jackie screamed aloud when the vase of red and white roses was delivered. Gary let her put it on the counter and smiled and shook his head; she kept returning to the vase to read the card and smell the roses. Antoine thought very seriously about 'accidentally' knocking over the vase but a dead-eyed stare from Gary let him know that he'd be in a pile of trouble if he did that. "What kind of mother fucker be giving that bitch flowers anyway," he groused to himself. ---- The message light blinked twice. He listened to Loretta's shrill complaint about Robin and her car trouble and... He deleted the message. The second one was nothing but dead silence and he assumed it was from Melanie. ---- "Jackie, telephone!" Gary called out and Antoine wanted to grab the phone and tell this 'Charlie' guy to go to hell. "I got your flowers, thank you so much," she said into the phone. "You're quite welcome," he smiled. Her gratitude was evident, and it was real. "Can I see you tonight?" he asked and smiled when she excitedly reminded him that she got off in about forty-five minutes. "Good, see you then," he said and hung up. ---- "Nice flowers, man," Gary smiled as Charlie walked in. "She's in the back, getting all decked out for you." "Thanks," Charlie smiled and looked at the vase. He did a double take when he saw the card and saw that the clerk had written 'Love.' Jackie came out from the back and wrapped her arms tightly around Charlie. Over her head, he saw Gary smile and shake his head. He couldn't help but smile as well. "Good night," Gary called out as Charlie held the door open for Jackie, who was carrying the vase of flowers. ---- "Forgot behind the counter," Gary coldly reminded Antoine who was pushing the mop bucket down the hall. Antoine was highly irritated; if he didn't hurry up he was going to miss the last bus. He reminded Gary of that fact and Gary shrugged his shoulders. "Well if you had been doing your job, instead of fucking around, you'd be done by now," Gary reminded him. "Aw, man! What about that bitch, Jackie? Huh? You let her out of here early and shit," Antoine demanded. "She was all caught up, and besides that, she's a lot cuter than you," Gary said easily. "Oops, looks like the bus is running early, don't it?" Antoine looked out the front window as the last bus whizzed past the diner. ---- Frank let another rare smile crease his face as Charlie and Jackie came in. Jackie clutched the quarter that Charlie gave her and skipped over to the jukebox. "Usual?" Frank asked and Charlie nodded. 'Me and Mrs. Jones' belted out and Jackie's smile was wide as she waited for Charlie to come dance with her. Two drinks later, Charlie asked her about where she grew up. Her good mood faded and he looked at her, surprised. "I grew up in the projects. Fisher Street, ever heard of it?" she said harshly. "Um, yeah, right when you cross over the Mississippi River Bridge, right?" Charlie asked. "Uh huh, and that's where all us n*ggers come from, right? The Projects, right?" she said angrily. Hey, hey, who called you an n*gger, huh?" he asked, holding his hands up in surrender. "Ain't no good mother fucker ever come out of that place," she spat, unmindful of his statement. "My momma bought a radio once. A radio. They kicked in our door just to steal it," she said bitterly. "Ain't anybody nobody wanting a mother fucker to get ahead, have no nice stuff, nothing!"? Charlie let her talk; it was obviously something she needed to talk about. "You know my cousin tried to quit smoking weed, it was getting to be a real problem, you know? Them mother fuckers said he was turning narc, fucked him all up and stuff, just 'cause he wasn't buying," she said and slammed her drink glass down. "When I was moving, I couldn't tell no one, not even my best friend, we was like sisters, but they hear you moving, they know you got money. They kill you just to get at some money," she said and glared at him. "I'm sorry you had to live like that," he quietly said. "Yeah? Well, ain't shit you can do about it now, is there?" she said. "Nope," he agreed and lightly kissed her forehead. A moment later she leaned against him. "Sorry I dumped all that shit on you," she murmured. "It's all right," he said and kissed her forehead again. "I got to go," she said. "I work the early shift tomorrow." "Okay," he said and slid out of the booth. "Good night," Frank called out. ---- "So, how about I pick you up, say about seven, and we go get something to eat?" Charlie asked her, but before she could answer, was sliding his tongue into her mouth again. "Charlie, you see what I got on?" she answered him when she was able to pull away from his kisses. "Mm-hmm," he said and lightly stroked her back, just above the waistband of her jeans. "Charlie, this is the nicest stuff I got," she said. "I ain't got no clothes be going to the kind of places you like to go." "How you know?" he lightly asked her. "I could be a big fan of McDonald's." "You are not," she laughed and kissed him again. "I'll pick you up at work, you get off at five, right?" he asked her. "Uh huh," she agreed and finally pushed him away. Chapter 6 "Got a hot date tonight?" Katherine asked as she handed her boss his dossier for the day. : Uh, yeah," Charlie agreed and looked at her. "How'd you know that?" "Green tie," she said. "You always wear the green tie when you have a date." ---- Jim smiled and shook his head in amusement; Jackie was a bundle of nervous energy. As it was a Federal holiday, Chad had the day off of school and was working the day shift as well, so Jim agreed that Jackie could take a slightly longer lunch break. "It ain't like I'm getting any work out of you anyway," he joked. ---- Loretta McCall bristled inside as the young black girl looked around at the bras. She eyed the girl's large purse with real suspicion and decided to keep a close eye on the girl. "May I help you?" she asked the girl. "Uh, yeah, I got a real nice date tonight," Jackie smiled, blushing slightly. "This pink one, you got it in a thirty eight Double D?" "And have the matching panties, you like briefs or bikini?" Loretta agreed. Dislike was dislike, but commission was commission, money in her pocket. "Ooh!" Jackie laughed. "Give me the bikini ones!" Loretta quickly found the matching panties and also helped Jackie pick out lavender set. "Do you prefer pantyhose, or stockings?" Loretta asked. It was a very slow day in the lingerie department. "I bet Charlie would like them stockings," Jackie mused. "Especially if Charlie likes big Asses," Loretta thought to herself, but helped Jackie pick out three pair of stockings and a simple cream-colored garter belt. "See, it goes with the pink, or the lavender, or almost anything else you own," Loretta smiled. "Thank you so much," Jackie bubbled and clutched her precious purchase to her chest as she ran out of the store to catch the bus back to the diner. Loretta turned on her friendliest smile for a white matron that was looking for a girdle. ---- Melanie was finding it hard to concentrate on her client; she had wanted to quit selling Real Estate long ago. Marriage to Charles McCall would have made that possible, but for whatever reason, Charles had dropped her. The dead and withered roses were a nice touch, though; she had to smile at that. The client was finding yet another objection to the condominium and she forced a smile on her face. "But if you don't like the wallpaper, you can change it," she said cheerfully. "Did you see the swimming pool? Boy, I tell you, there's nothing like being able to jump into the pool after a long day at the office." "I just don't know," Thomas mused, looking again at the offensive wallpaper. "At sixty one five, these are going pretty quick," Melanie said and turned to leave the unit. "I just don't know," Thomas said again and looked at the small kitchen. ---- "Go, go, damn it," Jim said and Jackie dashed into the back to change into her new undergarments. "Got a date with Charlie," Jackie excitedly told Chad as she raced past him. "Lucky bastard," Jim muttered as he scraped the grill clean. "Hi, Mr. McCall," Chad said as he put the rack of glasses behind the counter. "Hey Chad!" Charlie said. He remembered the young man from when Chad had dated Robin. He liked Chad; the boy seemed to have a good head on his shoulders, and seemed as if hard work wasn't something he was afraid of. "I didn't know you worked here," Charlie said. "Depends on how you define 'work,'" Jim teased. "Yes sir," Chad said and rolled his eyes at Jim. "Can I help you?" "No, just here to pick up my girlfriend," Charlie smiled. "Oh?" Chad said, keeping his face bland. He had not liked Melanie Richards at all, but didn't see any reason to let Mr. McCall know that. "And how is Miss Richards?" "Beats the hell out of me," Charlie laughed and turned to smile as Jackie came rushing out from the back. "Hi Charlie!" Jackie said and hugged him tightly. "Hi Sweetheart," Charlie said and kissed her on her lips. "Good seeing you, Chad," He said and arm in arm, Charlie and Jackie left the diner. "That?" Jim said to Chad. "That's what she's all tied up in knots about? Some old guy?" "Well, you know what they say, 'love is blind,'" Chad said. "Color blind too," Jim agreed. "Yeah, maybe one day even you might find someone," Chad teased Jim. ---- "What we doing here?" Jackie asked when Charlie pulled into the Shopping Mall's parking lot. "Last night, you said you didn't have any clothes for going out," he said. "And you said we was going to McDonald's," she said. "We were, but I changed my mind," he smiled and held her hand as they walked through the parking lot. ---- Robin sat and laughed with Angela; they were sipping their Orange Julius drinks and making fun of other shoppers. She didn't really like Angela, but Angela did drive a really nice Pontiac Grand Prix. "Look at this," Angela leaned over and pointed to a white man and a black woman. "N*gger lover." Robin turned to smirk and felt the blood rush from her face. It was her father and some black girl, holding hands. "Some people, huh? Must watch 'The Jeffersons' a lot," Angela sneered and looked over at a really fat woman and her two really fat kids. Jackie ---- "Ooh, look at this," Jackie said and pointed to a bright yellow dress. "Uh huh," Charlie agreed and felt the material. "Hi!" the sales girl said cheerfully. "Hi," Jackie said in return. "I'm looking for a dress; he's taking me out." "Look at this," the sales girl said and pulled out a green dress. "Shows off your beautiful skin tone, and look..." Kay put it next to Charlie's tie. "It matches," she said. "That does look kind of nice," Jackie agreed. "But what about this one?" "That is nice, and you can get away with that," the sales girl agreed as Jackie held up the bright yellow dress. "But in that, people will be looking at the dress, not you." Charlie was very thankful for the sales girl; he'd thought the yellow dress was a little too flashy. ---- Angela and Robin followed the large woman and her two large kids and made disparaging remarks behind her back, just loud enough for her to hear. Every time she turned to glare at them, they were busy 'looking' at a display. Every now and then, Robin would look down the wide corridor toward the store her father and that black woman had gone into. ---- "The panties go on the outside of the garter belt," Kay whispered loudly to Jackie. "Oh," Jackie said, then paused. "Why?" "In case you have to tinkle," Kay whispered. "You don't want to have to undo the clips, pull your panties down, then pull them back up, and redo all the clips. If they're on the outside, you can just pull them down, do your business, and pull them back up." "Thanks!" Jackie laughed and unashamedly fixed her garters right in front of Kay. "That looks great," Charlie agreed as Jackie modeled the green dress for him. "Can I wear it out?" Jackie excitedly asked Kay. "Honey, it's yours, you can do whatever you want to," Kay agreed and took Charlie's American Express card. "We need to get you some shoes, too," Charlie mused. "Oh yeah!" Jackie agreed. "If it don't work out for you two, you know where I work," Kay joked. "Uh uh!" Jackie laughed and hugged Charlie tightly. "He's mine!" ---- Robin and Angela loitered in the arcade. She listlessly hit the flipper buttons on the pinball machine, not really paying attention to what she was doing. Three boys were checking her out, though, so she put a little more wiggle into her actions and groaned good-naturedly when she lost the ball. "Damn, Robin, you're pretty good at this," Angela said and quickly bobbled and lost the ball. "Yeah, you're pretty good at this," the tallest of the three boys agreed. "Bet I can beat you." "Bet you a six pack," Robin agreed. "A six pack?" the boy snorted. "Shit, I got something better than that!" Angela's eyes opened wide when the boy showed them a couple of marijuana joints. Robin's eyes opened wide in desire. "You're on," she said and dropped a quarter into the slot. ---- Butch didn't blink an eye as the black woman and white man came into the store. She looked at the front display at the boots he'd just finished arranging and he walked over, already mentally measuring her foot. Actually, I do have a sandal in green leather," he pointed and Jackie wrinkled her nose at it. "How about a tan, then?" Butch offered. "That would go with other clothes as well. He pulled the stool over and put her foot on the metal measuring stick. He smiled as she gasped from the contact of the cold metal. "A little cold," he agreed. He smiled to himself; he'd guessed eight and a half and he was right, as usual. ---- Angela was extremely nervous as Robin and the boy sat in the back seat of her car and shared the joint. She looked around, just knowing that a cop would be able to spot them. Her mom would kill her if she got arrested for letting her friend smoke a joint in her car. ---- "Okay, where we going?" Jackie asked as she walked alongside Charlie. The new sandals, WITH THEIR SIX INCH SOLES put her a little closer to his height, but he still had three inches on her. "You like Ruth's Chris Steak House?" he asked her. "Ooh, you kidding me?" she asked. "No, I'm not kidding you; I really like that place," he said and unlocked her car door for her. ---- Robin gave him five dollars and he gave her a joint. She grimaced and pushed him away when he tried to kiss her, though. He turned her off; he smelled funny and his hair was oily looking. Chapter 7 Keith smiled warmly as he greeted Mr. McCall. The many times the lawyer and his girlfriend had dined at Ruth's Chris, he'd been a very generous tipper. Secretly, Keith was delighted to see Mr. McCall with anyone but the condescending and demanding Melanie. "Hello Mr. McCall, how wonderful to see you tonight!" he said and pulled out the chair for Jackie to sit. "Keith, I'd like for you to meet Jackie Washington," Charlie said and Keith bowed to her. "A real pleasure to meet you ma'am," he said. "Would you care to start with some wine tonight ma'am?" Melanie was livid as they made her and Thomas wait. Whenever she'd come with Charles, they'd been seated immediately. Finally the maitre'd motioned to her and showed her and Thomas to a small table. She looked up and felt her blood begin to boil; Charles sat at another table, with a black woman. Keith, that little sycophant, was spawning all over that, that, woman. When he turned around, Melanie forced herself to smile at Keith, who looked at her blankly. "Good God Almighty," Thomas whistled at the prices on the menu. ---- Loretta looked on in amusement as Robin devoured her TV dinner and then made quick work of a large bag of corn chips. "You're going to get fat," she commented. Robin glared at her for a moment then shrugged her shoulders and continued to eat the corn chips. ---- Melanie could hardly taste her steak, so incensed was she at the less than stellar service she was receiving. Meanwhile, Thomas kept commenting on the expense of the food; what did he care? He wasn't paying for it, the developer was. And Charles and that, that black girl were getting the full treatment. And that girl kept touching him, his hand, and his arm. He kept laughing and smiling. "Just think how happy your wife will be, you pick her up at the airport and tell her, 'hey Honey, I found us the perfect place to live,' Melanie said, and lightly brushed her hand over his fat little cock. "I don't know," Thomas said and stuffed another piece of his steak into his fat mouth. "Two bedrooms, two full baths," Melanie went on, lightly stroking his cock through his slacks. "I don't know, my wife might not like the carpet, you know?" he said. "That's true, she might not," Melanie said and stopped touching him. ---- "That was wonderful," Jackie, murmured as they waited for the Mercedes-Benz to be brought around by the valet. "Thank you." "Thank you," Charlie said and kissed the top of her head. "I really enjoyed myself." Melanie wanted to walk right up to that black hussy and scratch her eyes out. Thomas fumbled around, looking for the claim check for his Cadillac. Melanie's eyes opened wide as she saw Charles' new Mercedes-Benz and saw that no-good gutter tramp get into what should have been 'her' seat. She made eye contact with Charles as he prepared to get into the driver's seat and felt the bile rise up as he smiled at her, then got into the car and drove off. "That was your old girlfriend?" Jackie asked and looked at the bleached blonde. "She's pretty." "Yeah, she is," Charlie, agreed. "But you, you're beautiful." "Where you taking me now?" Jackie asked and put her hand on his leg. "Where you want to go?" he asked her. "What time you got to be at work tomorrow?" "I don't. Day off," she said and traced up and down his leg. "So where you taking me?" "Keep that up and I'll take you right to my place," He warned. "Okay, Charlie," she agreed and did not stop tracing her hand on his leg. ---- Melanie took Thomas back to the last condominium they'd looked at. Getting on her knees had never been a problem for her, not when there was an eighteen hundred dollar commission to be had. He brayed loudly and shot his load into her mouth. She held it and quickly scampered to the half bath in the hallway. She spit the foul semen into the sink and turned on the tap. Nothing. She tried the hot water tap, but still no water. She stomped her foot in impatience; she hated the taste of semen. "Come on," she shrilly demanded. "I saw a Time Saver up the street; I need a drink." Thomas laid on the floor, his limp cock still hanging out of his open zipper. "Come on," she demanded and nudged him with her foot. Chapter 8 Charlie hit the 'On' button of his stereo system and Jackie whooped aloud as 'Me and Mrs. Jones' came pouring out of the speakers. "You know what you wrote on that card?" she asked him as they swayed in time to the music. "What card, oh, with the flowers?" he asked her. "Yeah, with the flowers," she agreed. "Yeah, I remember," he said. "Did you mean it?" she asked him, looking up into his eyes. "That's what the card says, doesn't it?" he asked her. "Uh uh, don't go being no lawyer on me," she demanded. "But I am a lawyer," he laughed. "No you ain't, not right here, right now," she demanded. "Then what am I?" he asked her, amusement evident. "You my man," she insisted. "Yes, yes I am," he said. "And yes, I meant it." "I love you too, Charlie," she said and kissed him. ---- Melanie fished his car keys out of his pocket, after zipping up his fly. She drove the car to the Time Saver convenience store and bought a soda, angering the clerk somewhat by drinking half of it before reaching the counter. She then went outside to the pay phone and called the operator and explained the situation. She finished the soda, and then drove back to the condominium to wait for the police and the ambulance. ---- Jackie moaned as he took her dress off and nibbled on her shoulder. "You are so beautiful," he whispered in her ear, then lightly nipped her earlobe. She reached behind herself to unsnap the bra but he stopped her. "Let me," he asked and she moaned again as he continued to kiss her exposed flesh. When he finally did unhook her bra, her nipples were throbbing with anticipation. Charlie was a very oral lover, kissing and sucking and nipping at her sensitive skin. "Oh damn!" she cried out as an orgasm rippled through her when his hot mouth sucked in one of her nipples. She lightly pushed him away averter he'd sucked and tongued her nipples to the point of over stimulation. She pulled him up to his feet, kissed him hotly, and then unzipped his trousers. "I want to taste your come," she whispered, and sank to her knees. She didn't have long to wait; she'd just put the tip of his cock into her mouth and he grunted. "Oh yes!" she laughed, happy to be able to make him lose control that easily. "God, leave those on," he begged as she began to unclip the stockings. ---- The police officer smirked at the very nervous Melanie. "Any idea whose joy juice that is in the sink?" he asked and she glared pure hatred at him. One of the ambulance attendants whispered something to the police officer and he nodded his head and laughed out loud. "Seems our victim here somehow managed to get some lipstick on his tally whacker, any idea how that got there?" he asked her. "Me, all right?" she snapped. "I was sucking his cock and he dropped dead, all right?" "Be a damn shame if that got out, wouldn't it?" he said with a knowing smirk on his face. ---- Charlie knew he wouldn't last long; her pussy was hot, wet, and tight. She screamed aloud in orgasm and locked her thighs around his waist. He stiffened, grunted, and spewed hotly into her clutching pussy. "Oh, mother fucker, you are so good," she crooned as she came down from her sexual high. "Love you," he admitted and kissed her again And again. "Really?" she asked and laughed out loud in happiness and clutched him tightly. ---- Melanie sat in the back of the police car and seethed in rage. The arrogant police officer had refused to stop at the Time Saver so she could buy another soda; she'd been forced to swallow his disgusting semen. "He was married, right?" he asked as he pulled up in front of her small house. "Yes, that's right," she said and waited for him to get out and open her car door; there were no handles in the back seat. "Hate to have to tell his wife how he died, huh?" the police officer said and looked in the rear view mirror at her. "Fine," she sighed. "How's that pussy of yours?" the police officer asked. "Up for fun and games?" ---- Charlie pulled the comforter over Jackie and quietly got out of bed. He relieved himself in the toilet and had to smile at his rumpled looking reflection in the bathroom mirror. He walked to the front door of the apartment and checked that it was locked. The message light on his answering machine blinked twice and he hit the message button. "A n*gger?" Robin's voice screeched at full volume. "Daddy, a n*gger? How could you?" "She's not an n*gger, young lady," Charlie muttered. "Yes I am," Jackie said and a sob caught in her throat. "That's all some people see and that's all they'll ever see." "No, no, no," he hastened and tried to hug her. "No!" she screamed and slapped at him. He was bigger and easily pinned her arms down and picked her up. He carried the sobbing girl back to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. "Let me go, Charlie," she sobbed. "Just take me home." "No, you are home," he told her. "This is your home too. From now on, this is your home too." **** Charlie sat on the couch and looked at the photo album. Jackie brought his gin and tonic to him and sat down next to him. "You were such a beautiful bride," he said and pointed to her picture, resplendent in a full white gown. "And you were a pretty handsome groom," she said and looked at the pictures with him. He pointed to the picture of Serena, looking absolutely plastered, making a toast with her champagne glass. He had to admit, whit the girl's long red hair, the lavender maid of honor dress looked good on her. "She's due any day now, huh?" he asked. "Yeah, and still as big around as a pencil," she laughed. "He's a good man," Charlie acknowledged as the next picture showed Serena and Chad dancing. He flipped the page and smiled as the picture showed his bet man, Gary, tooting the bride and groom. Gary looked just at home in the tuxedo as he did in his leather jacket. He had surprised Charlie by getting his long blonde hair cut for the wedding. "Their wedding is in three months," Jackie needlessly reminded him. "Yeah, I know, and then she's going to want time off for having babies," he said and looked at the picture of Gary and Katherine, faces frozen in a shared laugh. He had to smile; there was a picture of Robin, scowling angrily at the photographer. Then he frowned; there was a picture of Robin passed out, her head on the table. "When's Robin bringing the kids back?" Charlie asked. "Too soon for THAT," Jackie laughed. "But not too soon for..." she said and unzipped his jeans. It didn't take long at all; he was spurting hotly down her throat in mere seconds. ---- Robin parked the sedan and gave Chuck, Charlie Junior the package of ketchup. She took her medallions from him and put them back in the cup holder of the console. There were three of them, for her first, second, and third year of sobriety. Beatrice noisily sucked her chocolate shake and waited for Sissy to get her cheeseburger out. Robin made sure that Chuck had his burger after picking his pickles off of it and took a big bite of her Quarter Pounder. She watched a woman walk in front of the car and frowned. She knew the woman vaguely, but couldn't place her. "Robin? Robin McCall, that you?" Melanie shrilly called out, false cheerfulness on full throttle. "Uh, yeah, yeah it's me," Robin agreed. "Hi!" Melanie said. "It's me! Melanie Richards! I used to..." "Oh yes, yes," Robin laughed, grateful it wasn't some late night drunken binge partner popping up. She'd had a few of those brushes and it was always so embarrassing when she thought back to how promiscuous she'd been. "All they needed was a joint, or some coke, a bottle and I'd fuck them," she admitted at an A.A. meeting. "Hell, it didn't matter what color or what sex, just as long as you had what I wanted, I had what you wanted." "How have you been?" Melanie went on and looked at the two children in the car. "Sissy got me French fries," Chuck happily told the woman. "Sis..." Melanie started to say. "Melanie, this is my sister, Beatrice," Robin said and pointed to the five-year-old girl, "and my brother Chuck." "Your what?" Melanie screeched, mouth open in shock. "My sister, Beatrice," Robin began to say. "You mean to tell me your father married that n*gger?" Melanie asked. "No, he did not," Robin, said as coldly as she could. "He married a very beautiful and loving woman that happens to be black." "Uh huh," Melanie sneered. "And if I ever hear you say that word again, I will beat the fuck out of you, you hear me, you wrinkled up old cunt?" Robin said through gritted teeth. ---- She had resented her father marrying a black woman and resented having to go to the wedding at all. Time and alcohol did nothing to dim her antagonism until the day of Beatrice's birth. For whatever reason, Jackie had asked her father to go get her. Charlie drove like a madman and daughter and father scrambled into their scrub suits. Robin watched in fascination as Jackie sweated, cried, groaned, and smiled and laughed through the pain. Then Jackie grabbed Robin's hand tightly and whispered, "You going to be a big sister!" It hit her like a ton of bricks; this was going to be her brother or sister, a part of her. ---- Robin came to in a hospital gurney, her clothes ripped and bloody. Her body was bruised and ached all over. Except her left leg. She couldn't feel her left leg. "You're lucky to be alive," a nurse said to her. "They had to cut the car in half to get you out." "Where's my leg?" Robin screamed in horror. The list of charges against her stretched on and on as the prosecutor read them off and Robin looked up at her father from her wheelchair and said, "Let them have me Daddy. Let me go to jail. I just can't go on like this any more." The judge gave her two choices, voluntary confinement to a treatment center and halfway house, followed by two years probation, or three years behind bars. ---- Both Beatrice and Chuck insisted that Sissy carry them and she good-naturedly groaned as she lugged the two in. Jackie and she kissed lightly as Jackie took Chuck off of Robin's hands and Beatrice whined at being put down. "God, Daddy, please throw that picture away!" Robin screamed as Charlie laughingly showed her the photograph of her scowling. "Uh uh," he laughed. "That's what I'm going to look like at your wedding." "Daddy, no one's even asked me yet," Robin reminded him. "They see the fake leg and run screaming." "One day, one day," Jackie said. "Your prince will come along." The End. Jackie I'd like to tell you about an ex-girlfriend of mine whose name was Jackie. I was reminded of her recently when looking through my favourite amateur porn site and I came across a lady who looked exactly like her. The lady is the same age as Jackie (47 years old now), but she looks so much like Jackie did back then I'm pretty sure that's what my ex-girlfriend must look like today. This lady (I don't mind sharing the web-link with you if you ask) has posted many photographs of herself, some semi-clothed, some nude, some on her back with her legs open, some bending over and some (my favourite) simply standing up looking statuesque in lingerie or sexy dresses. Some photos are indoors and some out. Needless to say, while looking at her sexy pictures, my cock took a serious pounding and I continue to masturbate to this gorgeous and sexy lady who makes me cum harder and longer than I've ever done before. OK, I'll tell you about Jackie. Jackie and I met while I was at University in the town where she lived with her mother and sister, I was 20 and about to finish my second year of medicine and she was a 19-year-old lab assistant. We met at a party, I offered her a lift home and our frantic and passionate sexual affair began. She had very pretty, feminine features, she was fairly tall and beautifully curvy with large breasts, narrow waist, wide hips, lovely round bum and generous thighs and calves. Her hair was naturally blonde and wavy and she wore blue or green eye-shadow and ruby-red lipstick. Being a Yorkshire girl, you could immediately see her direct descent from the tall, blonde Norse-Viking goddesses of her forebears, just as you can if you travel to Norway and Sweden and look at any of the tall blonde women there. The night we met she was wearing a cream-coloured dress which showed much of her generous cleavage and which finished just above the knee. It hugged her sexy waist, tummy and hips and flowed down over her thighs like a silky, diaphanous waterfall. Easy to get your hands up too, which I did later on! As the days and the weeks went by, we loved each other passionately while exploring one other's body and soul. Her lovely soft tits fell beautifully to hand and were the perfect size and shape, not too big and certainly not too small. She had large round areoles and her nipples were small and pale and would go as hard as bullets when she was aroused. You could often see them through her bra, even when she was wearing a jumper. Her belly and thighs were soft and beautifully sculpted and she loved being stroked there as a prelude to my contact with her genitals. She adored it when I gave her oral sex, but she never came off that way. She could only ever cum through penetration, and usually did unless I couldn't hold back and came too quickly for her. If so, we had a period of recovery during which she would caress me and herself, often sucking my spermy cock until it was hard enough for a second go. No Viagra in those days of course, but her mouth was usually very successful... Sometimes, if she was having difficulty coming to her orgasm, she would get me into the missionary position and tell me to reach around under her bum and place a finger gently into her anus. She was incredibly sensitive there and it often made the difference, tipping her over the edge into her climax. I loved the feel of having my finger in her tight little brown ring and my cock in her deep, wet cunt her while fucking her to a cum, and it was difficult to maintain the position and the motion during her quite wild, thrashing and vocal orgasms. One reason why the photographs reminded me so much of Jackie (apart from the wonderful eroticism of the nudity and the pornography of seeing the lady displaying her sex) is that I always loved seeing Jackie standing up in front of me in the nude, or partially clothed, especially in erotic lingerie. When her mother and sister were out, we made love at her house and she used to go to her mother's room and dress in black or brown stockings, or sometimes my favourite, pale tan coloured ones. Always sheer and with lovely deep stocking tops which bit tightly into the soft white flesh of her big, beautiful thighs. She always chose a suspender belt with them, eschewing the hold-up variety, and usually put on a pair of strappy, high-heeled sandals to finish off the look. She would come into the room, close the door and stand in front of me with her legs a little way apart giving me the most erotic and satisfying view of any woman before or since. I had the perfect view of her lovely soft breasts, her curvaceous belly and thighs and her sexy cunt with its wispy blonde hair and generous pink labia hanging down gently in the middle. I loved that cunt like no other. Her slot was highly visible and well defined through her light pubic hair, her labia and clit were delightfully soft and fleshy and her vagina would always lubricate freely at the slightest provocation. Her cunt was never dry when I penetrated her, and fucking her was always a deliciously wet, messy experience. At first, Jackie wasn't on the pill so we used condoms except for a few occasions when we forgot them. Then, I just had to be careful, pulling out and doing a cumshot over her tits, belly and vagina. Jackie loved to see this, and sometimes took some of my sperm in her fingers and pressed it hard into her clit to get the last little bit of sexual stimulation. Once she'd gone on the pill, ejaculating inside her was no longer a problem and the feeling gave me a whole new wave of pleasure. She loved me to do my sperm inside her too, and told me she could feel the warmth of it squirting against her cervix as I came off up there. Being a tall girl, her vagina was correspondingly deep and could accommodate all the length of my cock so that our pubic regions were free to press tightly against one another during a fuck. She could take all my length even with her legs high up in the air and held wide apart, something which some other girlfriends since then have been unable to do. Jackie had the uncanny ability to time her orgasm with mine, and when it came during our fuck, it would usually come along at exactly the right moment. Sometimes she didn't come at all, and if we were at her house, she would sometimes get out of bed, returning a minute or so later with two vibrators; one belonging to her mother and the other to her sister. She would lay down on her back on the bed, bend her knees and lift them, wide apart, towards her breasts, then she'd hand me the smaller of the vibrators and pulling her bum cheeks apart with her hands, ask me to put it gently into her anus. This vibrator, the smaller one, was her sister's and it was slim and white. Jackie's vaginal lubricant and my sperm running down from her vagina to her anus allowed the tip of the plastic cock to enter easily into the tight little brown hole. Once in, I had to hold it in place while she took the other one, a much fatter, pink finger-and-thumb one belonging to her mother, switched it on and gently laid it along her slot pressing into her clit. After a moment, she worked it downwards and pressed it into her cunt easing it all the way inside until the small thumb part pressed hard into her clit. Her right hand fucked the vibrator in and out of her fleshy, wet cunt, faster and faster until she was close to her climax. Her left hand went instinctively to her breasts where it fingered first one nipple, then the other until her orgasm approached. When it arrived, her muscle spasms tried to force the anal vibrator out of her passage and I had to press it hard to keep it inside. When she came, she bucked, heaved and thrashed about on the bed making wild guttural noises with every spasm until it subsided in her. She always had the most loving and contented smile on her face afterwards as she pulled the vibrators from her bum and cunt and put them to one side ready for cleaning. Jackie had an enormous sexual appetite and got randy all the time and at the least suggestion. When we drove in my car she often reclined her passenger seat and put my hand between her open legs to feel her sexy wet cunt through her panties. If I slipped my fingers under the material, I could feel her vaginal discharge starting to flow, enabling me to insert a finger or two beneath the large, fleshy folds of her slot and into her cunt hole. If driving through the countryside we often stopped somewhere secluded and fucked on the back seat, kissing passionately with open mouths and tongues as I pumped my cock up and down inside her, eventually blowing my seed deep inside her heavy, wet cunt. Sometimes after these sessions, she got out and squatted down at the side of the car with her panties off, her legs apart and her dress up over her hips to give me a good view, then had a long and gushing piss while my sperm ran freely from her vagina onto the ground below. When I dropped her off at her mum's house after a night out, her mum or her sister were sometimes at home precluding any chance of sex in the house. On these occasions we walked along the footpath, entered the back garden through the gate and crept silently into the wooden shed. We kept two blankets there for these occasions which we spread onto the floor where we fucked and fucked until we were both satisfied, usually with me on top and her with her legs straight and wide apart and her high heels pointing high in the air. Only at the point of her orgasm would she bend her knees and wrap her legs tightly around my back where I could feel the heels digging into the skin above my buttocks. One day we visited her aunt and uncle for afternoon tea and just before leaving, Jackie excused herself to go to the loo. She was wearing a loose-fitting purple dress and white lacy nylons (it was a long time ago...) with black high-heeled shoes. We said goodbye to our hosts and left in my car. We'd travelled a couple of miles and were just outside the city when she turned to me and said 'I'm not wearing any panties, I took them off at aunty and uncle's house'. She lifted her dress at the front and exposed her lovely white stocking tops and her sexy, blonde-haired cunt. 'Can we stop somewhere?' she asked. We pulled into a farm gateway (which I can still find easily to this day) and got out, walking a little way into the field. Jackie lifted her dress up at the back and bent forward leaning against a wooden fence giving me a fantastic view of those white lacy stocking tops and her gorgeous, round bottom and sexy wet vagina in between her lovely, big, soft inner thighs. I took out my erect cock and wanked it hard with one hand while feeling the sopping wetness of her sex with the other. My cock slipped in easily and I fucked her hard and frantically while grabbing her sexy wide hips and forcing her bum and cunt back onto me. When I came, I reached below her to fiddle her clit making her swear loudly at my roughness while I pumped a load of sticky sperm high into her vagina. Afterwards, I put my cock back into my trousers while she stood with her legs apart, dress held high and let my cum run out onto the grass below. She squatted down for a quick piss, straightened her clothing and we were away. Finding somewhere to fuck during the week was difficult. During the daytime and evenings her mother or her sister always seemed to be at home and my student digs were a) grotty and b) full of other students skipping lectures. We both loved walking in the hills and woods of North Yorkshire and Jackie suggested we find a spot along one of our favourite walks, put out a blanket and fuck each other without the risk of interruption. For this, we chose a forest in part of the Yorkshire Dales. We'd spent the occasional day walking there before, and usually stopped at a pub in a lovely village for a late lunch on the way home. One Thursday when I finished my lectures early, we drove up there (about an hour's journey), parked the car in the village and set off along the footpath into the beautiful evergreen woods. We went a couple of miles before heading north off the main path along a narrow track, then turned left off the path completely and in between the trees. We'd not seen another soul in the woods that day, and within only a few yards of leaving the track we were in dense forest and couldn't be seen or heard by anyone even if they were there. Jackie had worn a long, loose-fitting skirt and her walking boots, but had her black stockings on underneath. When we stopped and took out the blanket, she removed her walking boots and socks and put on the most lovely pair of dainty high-heels I've ever seen. Borrowed from her mother, as usual. We lay down, kissed, caressed and slowly undid one another's clothing until I had on only a t-shirt and Jackie wore only her skirt, stockings and shoes. Using my hands to explore her sexy body inside her long skirt was a very erotic experience, especially as she played with my stiff cock at the same time. I had no problem sliding two fingers deep into Jackie's well-lubricated vagina and fucking them hard in and out of her while using my thumb on her clit. Jackie climbed on top of me and fucked me until she came, then lay down for me to get on top so I could fuck it up her long and hard, eventually finishing my load up inside her wet cunt. Afterwards, we spent some time laying there kissing and caressing until I was ready for another go and Jackie knelt down on all fours offering me her cunt from behind. I took her that way while holding tightly onto the soft flesh around her hips, all the time fucking my cock harder and harder into her already spermy vagina. We changed positions and she got me to stand up while she sucked the end of my cock while wanking the shaft into her mouth. She looked so beautiful with her blonde wavy hair and heavy make-up that I nearly shot my load into her mouth, but that's not what I wanted. I really needed to do another load against her cervix, high up inside her deep, wet cunt. I lay down and Jackie climbed onto me again, but this time facing away from me and in a squatting position so I had a lovely view of her sexy high heels, her stockings and her little brown bum hole right next to the base of my cock. I couldn't resist wetting my fingers and sliding them gently along her anal crease, hesitating at the opening and sliding a finger gently inside. Jackie reached down and pressed hard against her pubic mound bringing herself to another noisy orgasm and finishing me off again in the process. Eventually, we dressed and made our way back down towards the car stopping at a picnic table at the edge of a grassy clearing about 100m short of car park where there were some ladies and gents lavatories. We both used the loo and sat at the table talking and soaking up the sun. Jackie took my hand and pressed it onto her skirt between her legs, opening them slightly to allow me access to her cunt area, albeit through her skirt and panties. I rubbed her down there as we sat facing the sun, eventually feeling the unmistakable signs of some wetness seeping through the layers of material. Jackie said to me 'if you put your hand up my skirt you can feel me through my panties'. I did as she suggested and rubbed her wet slot through the thin cotton gusset until she started breathing heavily and leaned against my shoulder. I was about to slip my fingers up the leg of her sexy little panties when I heard the sound of someone approaching from behind, walking towards the car park from the direction in which we'd walked a few minutes earlier. It was another couple, but much older than us, about 60 or 65 years old. He was slim and slightly shorter than me with a head of silver-grey hair. She was about the same height and was slim on top with small breasts, slim waist but wide hips and thighs. She was pretty for her age, wore very little make up and had curly reddish-brown hair going grey at the edges, obviously not dyed. I withdrew my hand as soon as I noticed them, but I suspected they'd seen us in our caress. We both sat up and pretended to look at the view. The woman went into the ladies' toilet and the man came over and asked if they could share our picnic bench, the only one on that little area. He sat down and began to chat to us while unloading some sandwiches from a ruck sack. His wife emerged from the toilet and joined us, and as we carried on chatting they introduced themselves as Edward and Pru. Pru looked pretty in a white cotton summer dress with a floral pattern -- very old-fashioned for those days. Each time she leaned forward across the table, I got a lovely view down the low-cut dress to a tiny white bra with a gorgeous pair of little old titties inside. I was mesmerised and hoped neither she nor her husband had noticed me looking. I did however notice Edward looking at Jackie's much larger breasts and the cleavage which her tight-fitting knitted jumper showed off. He seemed to be rather transfixed, obviously enjoying the experience. As the time went on, we got to know more about one another and got on surprisingly well for people of such different age groups. Eventually, Pru said 'I'm sorry of we disturbed you earlier, I told Edward we shouldn't go over to you while you were having a sexy cuddle, but he would insist!'. Edward protested, but we interrupted by saying it was OK really and that we weren't doing anything much. Pru spoke to Jackie, 'It's alright dear, we used to come up here for exactly the same reason when we were young, didn't we Ed?' She leaned forward as if to speak confidentially, 'He couldn't keep his hands off me then you know. It's surprising how many girls you see up here wearing long skirts and stockings,' Pru said looking down at Jackie's clothes, 'they all bring their fellers up here for the same thing, it's quite alright,' she said with a wink. I just loved this sexy conversation, and I could tell Jackie was enjoying it too. It continued for some time and became increasingly daring and adventurous until Jackie told us she had to go to the loo and said 'Come on Pru, you can come with me'. Nothing unusual that, but what they discussed when they were in there I can only guess at! When they came back, they were both laughing and giggling, and Jackie made a point of sitting next to Edward and Pru next to me. The two ladies had obviously cooked something up between them but I had no idea what it was. They led the conversation making sure we carried on talking about sex, eventually culminating in the telling of sexual 'confessions'. Pru started off by telling us how she gets randy in hot weather and Jackie went next by confessing that we sometimes do it in her mother's shed. Edward and I mumbled something daft about girls we fancied and it became obvious the girls were the experts in this field, we being woeful amateurs. Jackie confessed that she couldn't orgasm through stimulation, only by penetration and that she sometimes used her mother's and sister's vibrators to do the job. Pru and Edward looked at one another smiling and Pru told us that she was quite the opposite to Jackie in this respect. To my great embarrassment, Pru told us she had a very small vaginal opening and found it painful to accommodate a penis in full penetration. Because of this she and Edward hadn't had intercourse for many years despite both having high sex drives. Intrigued, we asked Pru to tell us more, and she told us she liked to achieve her climax through stimulation of her clitoris. Sometimes she masturbated on her own and sometimes Edward did it for her using his fingers or his tongue. Edward, not getting to fuck Pru, usually ejaculated in her mouth or on her body or her clothes and underwear. He told us it was satisfying but not the same as a good fuck which he missed terribly. Jackie surprised us all by saying, in her usual bubbly manner, 'Oh, Edward, you poor thing, I'd let you do it with me,' then turned to me and said 'Wouldn't I, darling?' Jackie Pru and I looked at one another, smiled and shrugged our consent and with no further delay Jackie got up and led Edward by the hand to the ladies' toilet. While they were gone, I asked Pru whether she was OK with this and she replied that it had always been his fantasy to fuck a beautiful, big-titted girl, very hard, up inside her vagina. She confessed the thought was a massive turn on to her too and she would quite like a quick 'fiddle' as soon as they'd finished. She asked me whether I was OK with it and I must admit it was a turn-on to me too. I was as randy as fuck and desperately wanted to get my hands on Pru's little old titties and her sexy little old cunt. If she didn't want penetration, I imagined fingering and licking her to an orgasm then spunking my load all over het dirty little old slot. Our picnic bench wasn't far from the toilet block and there was a small, high window into the ladies' loo through which we started to hear the familiar sounds of Jackie being fucked to an orgasm. I was trying to imagine what position they were in as Jackie made her usual noises, 'aah, aah, aah, aah...' as her big cunt took every thrust from Edwards cock. Pru and I turned to one another and started to kiss, passionately and with our tongues exploring one another's mouths. My hand went to the front of her dress and caressed her little titties through the thin cotton material and her soft little bra. Her nipples stood out to my touch and Pru made lovely soft, sighing noises as her sexy nipples stood visibly erect. I dropped my hand to her knee and she opened her legs to allow me access in between. I moved my hand up her thigh, all the while kissing her sexually on the mouth. I caressed her inner thigh and she opened her legs even further for me. My finger tips found the soft and moist gusset of a lovely pair of cotton panties and with a little fiddling around, my fingers found their way underneath the elastic. Inside, I could feel the unmistakable contours of a beautifully shaven slot, deliciously wet from her own lubrication. Pru broke off from kissing me and said 'Ooh, I'm sorry, I don't usually get that wet down there, you must be having an effect on me!' 'Don't be sorry' I said, 'It's beautiful. I'd love to lick you down there if you'd let me. I'd like to put my tongue right between the lovely smooth lips of your sexy little cunt. Would you let me do that please?' 'Oh yes my darling, yes please, you can lick me out anytime you like' she replied. We could hear Jackie's shouts getting faster as Edward speeded up his fuck thrusts, and eventually heard the sound of Edward shout 'Oh fuck, fuck...' as he came to his orgasm, presumably high up inside Jackie's receptive vagina. Silence fell inside the toilet as Pru and I continued kissing and I carried on fingering her cunt. 'If you carry on, you'll make me cum' Pru said. 'We can't have that just yet now can we?' I replied to her. Jackie and Edward eventually came out of the loo holding hands and came over to our picnic bench. Jackie had a wonderful, loving smile on her face and she kissed me on the cheek before sitting down and whispered 'Thank you'. Pru looked at Edward and said 'My turn I think'. She stood up and led me off in the direction of the ladies' where Edward and Jackie had just been. We went inside and Pru led me to a cubicle where we closed the door and turned the lock. Once in, Pru threw her arms around my neck and kissed me long and hard on the mouth, pressing her lips against mine as if it was her last kiss. I held her and pressed my erection into her tight, flat belly, once again fondling those gorgeous little tits with my hands. I undid the zip at the back of Pru's dress, lifted it completely off over her head and placed it on the WC cistern. While we kissed, I undid her bra and let it fall off her arms allowing me a good look at her beautiful little tits. They were small and saggy like two empty bags hanging on her chest, finished off with dark red nipples, larger than I imagined given the size of her tits. Her panties came of next, pushing them down over her sexy slim and shapely legs to the floor where she kicked them off over her shoes. Pru undid my trousers and took out my penis, then sat down on the loo, leaned forward and took my cock into her lovely soft little mouth. She sucked me off expertly, and I had to stop her before she brought me to a premature cum. Still sitting on the toilet, she straightened up a little and announced she needed to pee before going any further. She continued gently rubbing my cock as she started to do a lovely piss into the water below. As she urinated, I reached down between her legs, pushed them apart a little and put my hand underneath her cunt into the stream of piss. She smiled at me and I brought my fingers upward to her shaven slot to feel her hot wet piss as it gushed from her cunt. I fingered the yellow piss into the folds of her sex making sure it was thoroughly coated all over with her strong-smelling pee. When she'd finished, she reached for the tissue but I stopped her, lifted her to her feet and opened her legs wide placing her left foot onto the loo seat. In this position, I could get full access to the beautifully shaven and piss-wet slot between her legs. I knelt down on the floor and licked the full length of her cunt from her bum hole, over her vagina all the way up to her little clit as it hid under the folds of her inner lips. Her piss tasted fantastic and I my cock was rock solid and desperate for a fuck but I knew it wasn't going to happen that way. As I licked away and fiddled her sensitive little clit with my tongue, Pru lifted both her hands to her breasts and fingered and pulled hard in her lovely red nipples. A few moments of this and Pru announced she was cumming, and as she shuddered to her climax, she buckled slightly at the knees making me think she was going to fall over. She leaned forwards onto me for support and pushed my head hard into her cunt with one hand while brutally pulling at her nipples with the thumb and forefinger of the other. As she came, she breathed in and out through clenched teeth making soft hissing and sighing noised, very different from Jackie's low, guttural shouting. When Pru's orgasm had subsided, she sat back down on the loo and took my cock into her mouth again, this time finishing me off with a few expert sucks and strokes. The image of this slim and petite 60-year-old lady, sitting naked except for her shoes on the loo in a public lavatory, sucking my prick was too much and I started to cum my load. Pru sensed my cumshot arriving and took my cock from her mouth and showered her floppy little titties with my spunk, all the time wanking my foreskin back and forth to get the last few drops from the end. Pru cleaned herself off and dressed and we returned outside to our loved ones. We all sat around the bench not saying much, eventually laughing loudly at the absurdity of it all. We exchanged details and arranged to visit Edward and Pru at their house. Some weeks later, Jackie and I found ourselves driving into Headingley to their house to meet up with them for the evening. We were both nervous, but we both knew what we wanted, and were looking forward to a loving and sexy time. Jackie wore one of her low-cut, knee-length dresses, pale tan-coloured stockings and high heels, all courtesy of her mother's wardrobe. When we arrived, Peter welcomed us and showed us in where Pru waited in their drawing room. She wore a tight, white cotton top with no bra underneath giving us a lovely view of the contour of her little titties and nipples. She wore a navy blue, pleated skirt, a little like a tennis skirt, which was very short and finished just below her knickers. She had on light brown nylons which I presumed were tights, and cream-coloured high-heeled shoes with an ankle strap. Ed and I shook hands, then Jackie took Ed in a passionate embrace, kissing him openly on the mouth. Pru and I did likewise, as I slid my hands over her brown tights up her little skirt at the back, feeling her sexy bum cheeks. I knew from the touch that Pru was wearing tights and no panties. Without saying anything, Ed took my girlfriend Jackie by the hand and led her upstairs to bed. Pru and I stayed in the drawing room and sat on the sofa kissing. We heard Ed and Jackie get onto the bed above us and then all went quiet, presumably as they played with one another prior to their fuck. Pru opened her legs for me and pulled her skirt up so I could see the lovely shaven slot between her legs through the brown nylon of her tights. I kissed her again as I fingered her lovely, smooth cunt area through the nylon gusset, tracing my finger along the length of her slot and applying a little pressure when it got to her clit. As I masturbated her there, her cunt lips parted and her inner lips started to swell to my touch. I broke off from kissing Pru and whispered to her, 'I'd like you to cum in your tights. Would you like to do that for me?' 'Yes my love, I'm all yours, make me do it' was her reply. I undid the zip and button on her mini skirt and slipped my hand down her tights to feel the wetness spreading from her tight little cunt. My middle finger found her clit and I wanked her off until she told me she was going to cum. Her hand went up her top to her nipples which she fingered and pinched hard, and I continued to rub her clit and kiss her until her whole body went rigid and started to spasm with the full force of her orgasm. The whole process had taken no more than five minutes since my hand went up her skirt to feel her cunt. I asked Pru where she'd like me to cum and she said 'just there,' indicating she wanted my sperm on her tights between her legs. She opened her legs wide and slipped down the sofa until her bum and cunt were right on the edge. I knelt in between, pulled down my trousers and under pants and pressed the underside of my cock hard along the length of her cunt through her tights. She sighed with pleasure and pulled me down onto her pressing our genitals together. 'That's it my love, now fuck my tights and come on me' she said to me. As I built up a fucking motion, we could hear the bed above us creaking and the headboard hitting the wall as my girlfriend's cunt got fucked by Ed's old erection. Their pace was fast and I knew Ed was about to blow his muck into her and sure enough, within a few seconds, silence fell indicating to us that it was all over. I was just building up my fuck thrusts when Pru lifted her legs up and wrapped them around my back. She took both my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and pinched them hard saying 'come on then, spunk it over me, do your seed on my cunt...'. I needed little encouragement and I stiffened and put all my weight on her as my spunky load spurted out of the end of my cock onto her nylon-covered fuck slot. She smiled and we kissed and embraced while my prick subsided between us. 'Do you want to go upstairs and see the others?' Pru asked. Pru did up her skirt and led me up the stairs to her & Ed's room where she opened the door and leaned against the door frame to look at what she saw. Ed was completely naked and had a very floppy looking cock. Jackie had kept on her stockings and shoes and lay on her back with her legs open while Ed lay at her side feeling her tits and looking back at us. We could see that Jackie's cunt was glistening with the wetness of her lubrication and Ed's spunk. Pru said to Ed 'Look darling' and lifted her skirt up at the front to show him her spunk-stained tights and lovely little cunt inside. Ed replied 'did you cum?' 'Yes, he fingered me off,' she told him. 'Like this...' As I stood behind Pru in the doorway, she took my hand and pressed it into the wet nylon tights over her cunt, rubbing herself up and down the wet slot with my fingers. She opened her legs to allow Ed and Jackie to see what I was doing and with the other hand I reached around and pulled her top up over her tits, feeling and playing with them while I wanked her cunt through the tights again. Jackie started to play with Ed's stiffening cock as they watched while at the same time fingering her own cunt and clit as we watched them. Pru broke away from my grasp and went over to the bed taking Ed's cock into her mouth giving him a noisy, slurpy blow job. I removed all my clothes and lay on top of Jackie, still on the bed at Ed's side, and penetrated her fuck hole with my renewed erection. It slid easily up into Jackie's sperm-filled cunt, which made filthy slurping noises as I fucked her. As I pumped Jackie's hole, we both watched Pru sucking Ed's cock and Ed watched us fucking while he felt his wife's spermy tights under her skirt and reaching over to grab a feel of Jackie's large tits at the same time. Having had a cum already, and because Jackie's cunt was full of Ed's sperm sloshing around my prick, I was able to hold off for long enough for Jackie to reach her climax under me. As she came, she lifted her stockinged legs high into the air and made her usual loud noises to announce the arrival of her orgasm. The sight of this set off Ed who spunked his lot into his wife's mouth. Pru didn't swallow it down, but kept it in her mouth while I finished fucking Jackie. Eventually I came in her cunt and sat up on the bed, kneeling between her legs. Pru walked round to Jackie's side of the bed, put her head between Jackie and me and spat Ed's sperm out onto Jackie's sexy wet cunt. The blobs were watery and ran easily down Jackie's slot, over her bum hole and onto the bed. After that occasion, Jackie and I visited Pru and Ed for sex several times. Once, Jackie went on her own and fucked Ed while Pru looked on, masturbating. When they'd finished, Jackie used her sister's slim little vibrator on Pru's cunt to try to bring her off, but it took Ed's tongue to finish the job and fetch Pru off to another orgasm. Jackie then lay down and masturbated herself to orgasm with her mother's vibrator while Pru gently penetrated Jackie's bum hole with the slim one. Pru visited us at Jackie's mum's house one day and I got to fuck Jackie while fingering Pru as she once again inserted the slim vibrator into Jackie's tight little brown shit box. Jackie had already told me she was up for anything with Pru and sure enough, she didn't disappoint. Before I could cum inside Jackie, she dismounted my cock and lay Pru down on the bed at the side of me. She then positioned me between Pru's legs and wanked me off, spurting my entire load onto Pru's smooth old vagina. I moved to one side and Jackie went down on her licking all my sperm off and sucking it into her mouth. She then moved up the bed and did a cum swap into Pru's mouth before going back down and sucking Pru to a shattering orgasm. My second cumshot of that day was into Jackie's vagina and I even managed a third while my cock was nudged tightly up against the little brown opening to Pru's wrinkled old anus as she bent over in front of me. Jackie squatted down to get a close-up view of this and stuck two fingers up her own cunt at the same time giving herself a nice wank. Another visit by us to their house saw Ed and me fuck Jackie while Pru was out. Fucking with two men was one of Jackie's fantasies and she got plenty of cock and sperm from both of us that night. Jackie straddled Ed and fucked his cock while I fingered some KY Jelly into her bum hole and approached from behind inserting my prick into her shit hole where I came. Ed didn't last much longer, inseminating Jackie with his seed soon after I'd done mine in her arse. I'm sure you can see why I have fond memories of Jackie, and of Pru and Ed who I've not seen since Jackie and I split up. We fell out with one another over a stupid argument which I regret to this day. If only we'd stayed together -- who knows, we could have married and had children, some of whom would have been mine and some, no doubt could easily have been Ed's.