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Selling Rags

By: techsan



Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to rozezwild for her editing to make this a better story.

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Oh, man! I had my doubts about this new job. I had never done anything like it and didn't know if I could do it when it came down to the rubber meeting the road. I'd just have to try it and find out.

The problem was that I needed a job. I had to have some income, to save some money through the summer, or my first semester in college just wouldn't happen. And there were a bevy of jobs out there this summer to choose from. The economy was tight and so were opportunities to earn money.

So I took this job. I mean, it wasn't like I hadn't looked for something else. I had diligently scoured the want ads in the papers for something ... anything ... that looked more promising. There just wasn't anything. So I took it.

The job was the back end of a telemarketing operation. Yeah, I know, but back then, telemarketing had not earned such a bad name as it has today. I'll admit that our operation did a lot ultimately to add to the distastefulness of the industry but at the time it seemed innocent enough.

The set up had a large office full of callers sitting shoulder-to-shoulder making call after call. As soon as someone answered, the caller went into a spiel to try to get the buyer to take a series of magazine subscriptions. We had a list of 56 magazines to chose from, something for everyone, and the buyer got X number of subscriptions for Y dollars. As an added incentive, we had a big thick multi-color hardback illustrated cookbook as a "free gift" for purchasing the subscriptions.

When the callers got someone to agree to look at our stuff, they wrote up an order with the buyer's name and address. Those sheets were divided into different parts of the city and doled out to the four or five "closers." The closers went out to the buyer's house, got the buyer to make their magazine selections and provide a check for a down payment. In turn, the brand new cook book was left for the buyer. That is, if the closer could get the buyer's signature on the dotted line, which turned out to be the hard part. The problem was that our "subscription rates" were just barely lower than newsstand prices and much higher than normal subscription rates.

My first day on the job - a Monday, the manager of the operation talked to me about how to close deals. He emphasized that I had to know my stuff, to be confident, and to get in and get out. That was the way to make money, since I would be paid on the basis of the number of deals I got signed. Since that was also the first day the callers were working, I wouldn't actually go out to make any visits until the following day, when he would go with me to show me how it was done.

On Tuesday morning, we left the office about 9:45. Mr. Matthews said that you didn't want to get started too early because people were generally not ready to do business early in the morning and tended to reject all logic. Later in the day, they would be more receptive. Since my territory was in the southeast quadrant of the city, we had a 40 minute drive to get to our first stop.

Mr. Matthews took the sales slip and knocked on the door. A fiftyish woman answered the door and, when he had introduced us, invited us to come in. She sat on the sofa and he sat beside her, indicating that I should sit in the facing chair. He took the sales slip, with the list of possible magazine choices, and gave her a very polished spiel, covered the advantages of the free cook book, and got her to make her selections and sign the form. She got her checkbook and came back, writing a check for the initial amount. We were back in the car in about 35 minutes.

No one was home at either of the next two places so they went to the bottom of the list to retry later.

At the fourth place, we were greeted by another fiftyish woman, who escorted us into her living room. Again Mr. Matthews sat beside the woman and began to go into the routine. However I noticed a marked difference. The woman was wearing a pair of short cutoff jeans and a loose blouse. He sat very close to her and every chance he got, his hand would brush against her leg. Every time he would reach over to point out something on the list, his hand would brush her leg a little higher when he drew back.

When I first noticed the touching, I figured it was accidental. Then when it kept happening, I figured it was just a matter of time before she called the police or at least threw us out. But no! Her reaction wasn't like that at all! Instead her legs seemed to be spreading. Her left thigh was pressed against his right. She seemed to be moving backward on the sofa, leaving more of her legs open to his touch. Her eyes, instead of being wide open as they had been when she greeted us, were half closed as if she were in a trance. Having had very limited experience with women myself, I was amazed at what was happening.

But not nearly as amazed as I was when he blatantly dropped the palm of his hand to the center of her crotch and began rubbing. She fell back against the sofa cushion and sighed. The look on Mr. Matthews' face said that he knew he had her. She started mewling and he shifted his focus quickly to her blouse, whose buttons gave little resistance. She wasn't wearing a bra and he massaged her right tit while he lowered his mouth to her left nipple, licking and sucking the hard protuberance.

The woman seemed to be totally under his spell. I wasn't sure what had signaled him that she was ready but I watched, hoping to learn. He soon had the woman begging him for more as he manipulated her boobs. He shifted a hand back to her shorts and after a little fumbling, had them unbuttoned and unzipped. She even lifted her hips when he started working the shorts down her legs and followed them with her white rayon panties. She flipped them off her feet, the wet panties landing in my lap. I lifted them to my nose but kept my gaze on their activities.

Mr. Matthews slipped his fingers into her slit, spreading the soft petals and exposing her wet opening. He slipped his middle finger in past the second knuckle, working it in and out for several minutes. Then another finger slipped in by the first and, a few moments later, a third joined them. By then the woman seemed to have lost control of her muscles; her head was rolling from side to side and her legs kept closing and opening.

Finally he turned so he could take off his pants and shorts, kicking off his shoes and shrugging out of his coat. Then he turned back to the woman and half lifted, half pulled her over on top of him. Straddling his form, she quickly sat down and enveloped his raging member and lay on his chest. I wasn't even sure she made those moves consciously; she seemed to be in a sexual daze.

I sat there watching his cock going in and out of her pussy so very slowly as he used both hands on her buttocks to lift her up and then let her fall back down his shaft. Every time he squeezed her ass to lift her again, her globes would spread, leaving me staring at her puckered ass hole. He looked over her shoulder and saw me licking my lips and I'm sure he knew what my gaze was on.

After several minutes, he dropped a hand to his jacket on the end of the sofa. When it came out, he flicked something toward me.

"Hey, get your pants off and cover yourself with that. Then get over here and help me."

I wasn't sure what he had in mind - at that time, I'd never had a piece of ass and I'd never even thought about ... never even heard about ... a double penetration. But I did what he said. When I stepped over, he spread his knees, then spread her cheeks with both hands. "See that? That's your target. Take it slow and easy, son. I guarantee you won't be sorry."

I was kind of turned off by the sight of his hairy legs and knew that I couldn't get close to her without touching him. Ugh! But then that was not enough of a turn-off to make me stay away from that big round butt with its pretty puckered target in the center. I moved up close to her, pointing my greased pole at her unoccupied opening.

I heard him whispering to her, "Just relax. You're going to love it, babe."

I eased forward, watching the bulbous head of my dick push the opening out. Just as the head popped inside her ring of muscle, her head jerked back and I thought her mouth opened but Mr. Matthews covered it with his own and in a few moments she settled back down.

Her anus was unbelievably tight and I worked back and forth slowly, just a little bit at a time, little by little lengthening my strokes until finally my crotch mashed up against her bottom. I know I wasn't really experienced at sex but this felt so strange - I could actually feel his cock inside her pussy and it felt as if they were in the same hole rubbing against each other. I knew there was a thin layer of flesh between us but it wasn't noticeable.

I began to stroke in and out, being careful to keep stop when the rim of my member touched her sphincter. I hadn't thought about how it would work but it was amazing how the dynamics seemed to click. As I backed out of her tight ass, I pulled her body down Mr. Matthews shaft in her pussy. When I pushed back in, her whole body eased forward, pulling his cock back out of her cunt. They didn't have to do anything, because I was essentially fucking them both.

For a while, she lay very still on his chest. From time to time, she would swiftly turn her head from one side to the other and then lay back down. As time passed, the head turning became more and more frequent. I didn't think anything about it until she finally jerked her head several times in rapid succession and screamed, "Yesssss, I'm cummmmmiiinnngg!"

I could feel the woman's body shaking like a leaf in a high wind for several seconds and then it quit. She was so limp it looked like she had passed out. But Mr. Matthews gave me the OK sign and said, "Keep going, son. Don't stop now."

I resumed my probing cycles, loving to watch as my cock pulled back out of the woman's ass. Now I could also see that her pussy had apparently dripped her cum, letting it trickle down onto Mr. Matthew's thighs. It occurred to me that rubbing his hairy legs had not bothered me at all while my cock was plowing the woman's tight ass. Strange phenomenon!

Her ass seemed to be a little less tight so I picked up the pace just a touch. In and out, in and out, in and out. It was a wonderful feeling. For some reason, I began to rock my hips sideways every time I buried my cock inside her. That brought another thumb-to-finger circle OK from him so it must have been the right thing to do. A few seconds later the woman's head jerking resumed, slowly at first but rapidly gaining speed. 

After several minutes, she again screamed, "I'm cummiiiiinnnnnnnngg! Do it!"

I kept pumping and rocking, watching the woman shiver though her pleasure. When she again relaxed, I grabbed her hips and began pumping faster. Mr. Matthews said, "Son, squeeze her tits and fuck the hell out of her."

I reached around her and filled my hands with her big knockers, feeling the hard nipples between my fingers. Using her hooters for leverage, I began pumping as hard as I could. It felt as if the friction between our cocks would start a fire in the woman's hot openings. It sure started a fire in my loins! A few minutes of that wild banging was all that I could stand. My balls began spewing hot cum into her bowels. Almost at the same time, I could feel the throbbing along the underside of my cock which signaled Mr. Matthews pumping his load into her pussy. Something triggered the woman again and she tossed her head back and climaxed one more time.

"Go find a bathroom and get cleaned up, son," Mr. Matthews said to me. "I'm going to hold our friend for a while until she's feeling ready to get up."

A few minutes later, I came back and dressed. Almost reluctantly, the woman rolled over and let him go to the bathroom.

"Would you hand me my panties and shorts, honey?" she asked.

I found them on the floor and actually helped her put them on, but not until I had inhaled the fragrance of her panties again while she smiled at me.

"Will you come by again to see me?" she asked.

"I certainly will if you'd like me to."

"I do. Just you, not your friend, Okay?"

"Yes, ma'am."

So we headed to the car with her check, the order slip, and a lot of satisfaction.

Our next customer was a man. The approach was similar but there was no touching. Since the man had an interest in a wide variety of sports, it wasn't hard to convince him to take the various sports magazines for his choices. We were back in the car in 40 minutes with his payment and order form.

The next customer was another woman, this time a late thirtys-early forties aged woman with a nice figure, although her face was scared from some disease. Again Mr. Matthews took charge and went through the spiel, touching the woman's leg with every movement. I could see the lust building in her facial expression. 

She changed the game, though, when she leaned back and said, "I can't let you do what you want, honey. I'm married."

"That's okay, sweetie. How about letting me have a taste?"

She didn't say anything but her smile broadened. He dropped to his knees in front of her and began working her shorts and panties off. Then, with a hand under each buttock, he lifted her to his face and began to lick at her core. I knew he had found the right solution from the way she wrapped her legs around his neck. He took nearly 20 minutes to get her off twice but she was obviously loving the "getting there." When we left, we had her payment, order slip, and memories of a sloppy wet kiss for both of us.

With my instruction complete, I drove back to the office to drop off Mr. Matthews and pick up any new order slips. I took time out to eat a quick sandwich for lunch and then headed back to my territory. 

My first two calls were no shows so they went back in the group for a later visit. The third one turned out to be another woman, forty-something, probably not over five feet tall but built like the proverbial brick shithouse. Not only did she have the sexiest looking body I'd ever seen, she had a good looking face too. I figured there was no way this lady would allow any advances from a kid fresh out of high school.

Nevertheless, I sat beside her on the sofa and started going through our offerings. She liked the cookbook but not enough to make a difference. She liked magazines but couldn't find any that caught her fancy. I began to ask about her interests and make suggestions that might be meaningful to her. Innocently after pointing out a possibility, I would graze her bare leg as I withdrew my hand. Intent on being helpful, I leaned my shoulder against her shoulder, my right hand "caught" against her hip between us.

At first the woman didn't seem to notice. Then just as I tried to point out a possible last choice, she drew back and asked, "What are you trying to do?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"What are you trying to do? Are you trying to feel me up?"

"No, ma'am. I was just trying to help."

"Oh, come on, be honest. You've been trying to touch me every chance you get, haven't you?"

I looked in her eyes and thought about lying but couldn't. "Uh ... yes, ma'am, I guess so."

"You guess so? You know so, don't you?"

My eyes cast down, I replied, "Yes, ma'am, I do."

"Why?'

"I'm sorry?"

"Why are you trying to touch me?"

I looked into her beautiful green eyes. "You're kidding me!"

"No, I'm not. Why are you trying to touch me?"

"Ma'am, you are so ... so beautiful I just couldn't ... couldn't help myself."

"You touched me because I'm beautiful?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Didn't you know you'd make me horny doing that?"

"Huh?"

"Oh, come on! You've made me so horny. What are you going to do about it?"

"Uh ... eat you?"

"Then get to it."

I shucked my jacket as I dropped to my knees in front of her. She was already pushing her spandex shorts and panties down and I helped ensure that they came all the way off. Even with my limited experience, I felt confident after watching Mr. Matthews that morning. I began by licking the woman's tanned inner thighs and delighted in her sighs as my mouth settled over her pussy. My tongue worked up and down her soft crease before diving into her open vagina, then flicking out at her swollen clitoris. A few minutes of repetitive activity brought the woman to wrap her legs around my head and pull me hard into her core while she climaxed, huffing and puffing loudly.

I started my ministrations again but she pulled on my ears and said, "Honey, its time to fuck. Come here."

I stood up and she helped me get out of my clothes. Then she turned and lay along the sofa with one foot on the floor and the other on the back of the sofa. I climbed into her saddle and sank my throbbing probe into her wet snatch. She had opened her blouse and discarded her bra so when she pulled my head down to her tits, I curled my body around to suck on her twins. It was physically a little uncomfortable but well worth it.

Her pussy was as tight as any I'd ever been in; she told me her husband travelled a lot and she didn't get fucked very often. We both appreciated the way we fit together but it still took a lot of work and self-control to get her to climax twice before I filled her love tunnel with my load of hot sticky cum. We spent another 15 minutes kissing and hugging before she let me dress.

On the way out with her order in my briefcase, I asked if I could see her again. She said she wouldn't invite me back, because that would seem like she was betraying her husband. However, she said, she probably wouldn't turn me away if I were to just show up sometime. As soon as I got to my car, I made a note of her address for my personal records.

After that, I had two no shows sandwiched around three declinations that I couldn't turn around. I would have gotten discouraged except for thinking about the extra rewards I'd already received. Then I rang the next doorbell.

The woman came to the door wearing a lightweight robe that came down to mid thigh and was tied in front with a belt, the only fastening I saw. She was taller than my six feet by probably three inches and I guessed she was three times my age. However she had a very devilish smile on her face when she invited me to sit on her sofa.

The woman walked more like a man than a female and when she sat on the sofa, her legs spread like a man's, pushing roughly against mine. But I had never seen a man with the big heavy globes this lady had on her chest. So ... I went into my sales pitch and was soon gesturing at possible choices that might catch her fancy. She held the sales slip so close that when I pointed to a magazine name, I couldn't help but brush against her humongous tits. Then I'd rest my hand on her bare thigh only to start the process again a few seconds later.

Each time I brought my hand back, it stopped fractionally higher toward her pussy until I began to feel the heat coming from her core. By the time she placed an X on the last choice, my hand was resting on the curly hair over her twat, my middle finger wandering up and down the steamy slit. She leaned back, closed her eyes and sighed as I pulled the sash of her robe to reveal only naked woman beneath ... as I had expected.

I got up and doffed my pant and underwear. By the time I dropped to my knees between her legs, she had scooted down so that her ass was on the edge of the cushion. I guided my throbbing purple head into her dripping wet hole and watched her face show pure ecstasy. I think if I had left right then, she wouldn't have complained.


Selling Rags



However I would have been disappointed. Instead I slowly pushed my probe all the way to the hilt. Then, holding myself inside her and flexing my cock from time to time, I bared her huge tits and began playing with the largest pair I'd ever seen. She reacted very favorably when I massaged the big globes and then almost came when I began pinching and pulling and twisting her nipples. 

In fact I think she might have climaxed if I had just stayed with it a little longer. However her squirming and wiggling was driving me crazy and I couldn't wait any longer. I began humping this big woman like there was no tomorrow. When she began to feel it and clenched her long legs around me, there nearly wasn't any tomorrow. She squeezed me so hard, I thought she was going to kill me. 

Fortunately she climaxed and then relaxed, letting me catch my breathe again and start pumping her pussy once more. It hit me that the situation was rather incongruous - she was so much older than me, and she was not really a beauty. Yet we both were deriving extreme pleasure from the sex and to have missed it would have been to miss out on something wonderful.

I slipped a hand between us and let my thumb rub around her now exposed clitty. It was standing up tall and shiny, swollen into a glistening little knob. I felt my balls reach that point-of-no-return stage and then seconds later I began spurting hot cum into her pussy. Maybe it was the heat of my offering or maybe it was just time but she came about the time my third spurt splashed on the back walls of her pussy.

As my cock deflated and slid out of her wet pussy, the woman laid over on her side as if too exhausted to hold herself upright. I raised her legs to the other end of the sofa and moved back to her face. It occurred to me then that she was a lot more beautiful than I had thought and I spent the next ten minutes trying to wash her tonsils with my tongue. A few minutes later I left with her down payment and order slip.

The rest of the afternoon passed with similar results. There were two more no shows, followed by a man who had changed his mind about buying because he didn't want to give his wife the cookbook; he was going to give it to her for a birthday present but then they had an argument.

Then about 5:30, I was greeted by a very attractive woman in her late thirties. She took me into her living room and we sat side by side on the sofa as she glanced through the big cookbook. Then we got into the magazine choices and she seemed intrigued. I began pointing out options that might interest her ... and touching her thigh after every one. I could tell it was getting to her by the way her eyes gradually glazed over. Finally, with her legs spread wide, she fell over against the arm of the sofa, and I quickly lifted her right leg to the sofa back. She was wearing a short dressing robe which gave way to show a very skimpy yellow print bikini underneath. I pulled four strings and the bikini magically disappeared.

I dropped my mouth to her succulent boobs while my right hand found her juicy wet core. I kissed my way down her body until I had to get on the sofa to bury my face in her twat. She was delicious and responded with words of encouragement. 

I was thoroughly immersed in my work, my tongue swabbing out her pussy alternately with my lips closing around her nubby little clitoris. I heard a door bang open and clomping footsteps before a masculine voice said, "Honey, I think the dryer's okay now."

I glanced up to see a rather robust looking man standing at the door to the kitchen, his grease stained hands still rubbing a shop towel over a wrench. He looked surprised to see me - I supposed it was his wife whose twat I was in the process of licking clean. I jerked my head, planning to stand and defend myself, but the woman had been faster. Her hands and legs locked around my head. No way could I extract myself.

"Don't worry, honey. He's okay with this. Aren't you, George?"

"Sure," the guy laughed. "I don't mind. Have fun. I'll be out in the garage if you need me."

"Oh, George, be a dear and write this man a check for $45. It's the down payment on the magazines I'm ordering from him. Okay?"

He agreed and in a few minutes, he laid the check on the coffee table. Then he turned and retreated the way he'd come in. I went back to eating pussy, wondering at whatever their arrangement was.

A few moments later, the little lady had a wracking orgasm, after which she told me it was time to fuck. I moved forward over her until I could slip my cock into her precious pussy and then fucked her silly. I have to admit that my own climax was delayed somewhat by unspoken thoughts about what the woman's husband was doing. However in the end, I had no regrets when I shot a huge load into her love tunnel.

As she walked me to the door, she said, "If you'd like to, you can come back every week or two. Next time I'll show you how good I can suck your cock and we'll try a few new positions to fuck in, if you'd like to."

I assured her I would be back.

I started back through my no shows. The first still wasn't home so I went to the second and got lucky. The woman who let me in was the youngest I'd met that day, probably still in her late twenties. She had on ragged shorts and a bikini top, which displayed a voluptuous figure. I wondered if there was any way I could get lucky with this one.

We sat side by side and began to go over the plan. However she brought me to a grinding halt when she held up a hand and said, "Stop!"

I looked at her with apprehension. But she said, "Give me you pen."

I handed it to her and she quickly made checks by her six selections, signed her name and wrote out a check. There went my chance to seduce her.

She handed me the pen back ... then dropped her hand to my crotch. "Do you want to screw me?"

"Uh ... yes, ma'am!"

"Good! There's no time to waste. I've got two little one taking their nap and when they get up, we're done. Now let's go to the bedroom."

I followed her quickly, dropping my jacket, kicking off shoes, and opening buttons as we went. Naked, she climbed onto the bed and settled into onto her back. I followed and sucked and kissed her big tits, which turned out to be full of sweet warm milk. I knew I had to leave most of that, so I kissed down to her little triangle of hair that pointed the way to her hidden treasure. 

I'd spent just a couple of minutes eating pussy before she said, "That's really nice, sugar. I wish we had more time. I'd let you do that as much as you want but we're short on time. I want your cock in me. If you hurry, maybe you can cum twice."

So I eased up to her pussy with my probe and watched it disappear into her heat as she held her folds open. As usual I started slowly, rocking against her clit as my root rubbed against her. Her hands began moving along my body, outlining each rib, my nipples, and then my shoulders. It didn't take long before we exploded at almost the same time.

The woman held my balls while we recovered, her thumb working around the two orbs, effectively keeping my cock from completely deflating. In fact, she had it back in a pretty good semblance of its fully erect self in just a few minutes. Then, drawing her legs up to her body, she rolled over, moved back in front of me and offered me her luscious ass. I poked my probe back into her wet pussy, latched onto her shapely hips, and began pumping.

It took many minutes to work my balls back into condition to cum. In the meantime, I fondled her big hooters, getting drops and dribbles of her milk all over my hands. Then I slipped a hand between her legs, touched her clit, and watched her climax. I went back to pumping her pussy while my hands roved the smooth skin of her back and sides and finally felt that vacuum-like sensation that precursors an orgasm. Again I reached under her to tease her clit while I pumped ever harder and faster. I began to shoot my fresh hot cum into her cunt and moments later the woman climaxed again too.

I was still holding us tightly together, loving the feelings radiating throughout my body, when I heard a little voice say, "Mommie, I'm hungry."

There beside the bed was a 30 inch replica of the woman I had just fucked. She said, "Just a minute, baby" and I felt her pussy squeeze my deflating flagpole one last time. 

As I plopped out of her, the woman rolled over, pulled the child up to lay beside her, guiding her left tit to the girl's mouth.

She looked at me and said, "That was really nice, honey. Can you show yourself out?"

I nodded but first leaned over and closed my mouth over hers. She met my sloppy kiss with a sloppy kiss. I let my hand drift to her swollen pussy. Her legs spread again, letting my fingers enter. For several minutes, while the little girl nursed at her mother's tit, we kissed and finger-fucked, until the woman shuddered one more time. Then I left them in the bed, dressed and left. It was too late to go to the office so I headed home.

That was pretty much the way my summer went that year. Week after week, I was one of the top closers, either first or second. I got more pussy than I ever would have thought possible. In the second week, one of the ladies taught me that lots of women like to be fucked in the ass and I began to put my cock into more of the back door offerings than I would ever guessed. I still got some rejects but I got a pretty good percentage of sign-ups too.

On the slow weeks, I made it a practice to visit the ladies that had invited me back for visits. Even on the rougher weeks, I found time for at least one or two of them. They were no longer paying customers but I had made enough to assure my spot at college for the first year so I considered myself a success. Then the third week of August, just before I was to quit to go to school, my bubble was burst. 

Early Tuesday afternoon, I was greeted by a jolly rotund woman in her fifties or sixties - one of those indeterminate ages where the wrinkles said one thing but the hair color said another. She invited me to sit beside her on the sofa and I went into my now-familiar spiel. She seemed very interested and she did not object to my frequent touches. I began to work my hand under her blue print jersey dress when I realized that her legs had slowly been spreading.

She jumped when I finally touched her wet panties but just smiled at me as she studied the order slip. Her eyes fluttered when I moved the crotch of her panties aside and slipped a finger inside of her. By the time my thumb rubbed the area around her clit, she was leaning against the back of the sofa, her breath coming rapidly.

Then unexpectedly her legs clamped shut, capturing my hand between them. She sat forward and her eyes fluttered back open as she sighed loudly. She reached over to the end table and picked up a couple of magazines, then fished in her purse and brought out a calculator. With my finger still roving the interior of her cunt, she opened one of the books, read intently and then hit several buttons on the calculator and peered at the result. She opened the other magazine and repeated the process.

Turning to me, she pointed to the magazine, "Did you know that all magazines publish their subscription rates? They are usually on the inside front cover or wherever the credits are. This one is on your list and would be one I'm interested in. I have a subscription now but would be interested in extending it. So I checked the normal subscription rate against your rate. Did you know that you are more than three times higher? In fact, you are just a few pennies less than the newsstand price. See?"

She showed me the numbers, then followed that with the same thing for the other rag. It was true - we were much higher than the usual rate.

She said, "I'm a retired teacher and I live on a fixed income. It's not very much so I have to watch everything I spend. That's why I check out things like this. Did you know you are ripping off your customers?"

"No, ma'am."

"So you've just been going along with what you were told, right?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Do you think that's the right thing to do?"

"No, ma'am."

"No, I didn't think you would. You seem like too nice a young man to do things like this consciously."

I didn't say anything, just hung my head in shame.

"Look, I'm not going to buy any of your magazines. Okay?"

I nodded my understanding.

"But ... if you'd like to finish what you started, I ... well, I wouldn't stop you."

I felt her legs spread wide open again, leaving the option up to me. I looked at her eyes to be sure she was serious, and then began finger fucking her in earnest.

When I dropped to my knees in front of her, I needed her help in getting her panties off. She gave it to me by lifting her hips and I quickly buried my face in her hairy snatch. Maybe I was just trying to make up for the rip-off I had tried to pull over on her, but she tasted so sweet I couldn't believe it. And when she came, it was as if she had stored up her cum for years waiting to reward me. She flooded my face and I greedily gulped up her sweet nectar.

Finally having licked up all the sweet juices I could find, I stood and removed my pants and briefs. I helped her turn and lay on the sofa, then climbed back between her legs. With my cock buried balls deep in her puffy red twat, I opened the top of her dress and discarded her bra, revealing big bulbous breasts with thumb sized nipples.

Holding my cock deep in her puffy pussy, I leaned over her and started nuzzling her nipples, licking around the large globes, occasionally moving to her mouth for a hot steamy kiss. By the time I started to move inside her, she was breathing hard and telling me she wanted to cum. A couple minutes rocking on her little nubbin pushed her over the edge of the mountaintop and had me feeling good too.

While she recovered, I went back to her tits, pulling and squeezing, tugging and nipping at her taut buds. That got her to rocking her bottom, moving my cock inside her cunt so I began to move again and we found a common rhythm that suited us both. It took a while but I held off as long as I could, then began to fill her twat with my hot sticky cum. A short time later, just before my muscles gave out, she came once more.

The lady pulled me down on top of her and said, "You're a very considerate lover. Did you know that?"

"No, ma'am."

"Well, you are. Much better than most, in my experience."

"Thank you. I must say I had a rather enjoyable partner."

"Oh, my, honey! I know I'm old and fat for a young man like you ... but it surely does make me feel good to hear things like that from you."

"Well, actually I meant them, ma'am. I think you're a very sexy woman."

Her hand found my balls and began to massage. "Now that sounds like a line but I like it."

Her handiwork had my cock growing again and it was soon throbbing and stiff.

She whispered, "Do you ever ... you know ... use the back door?"

"Oh, yes, ma'am."

"And you like that?"

"Very much?"

"Me too. It has been many years since I've had that done. Would you ... uh, would you like to try that ... with me?"

"Yes, ma'am."

I grabbed my jacket and pulled out a lube tube, slathered some on my cock and then worked some into her anus while she held her buttocks spread apart. At first she was very, very tight but as I worked my finger in and out, she slowly relaxed and let the opening grow. When it seemed big enough, I pointed my cock at the puckered opening and gave a gentle push until it popped inside. I didn't realize she had been holding her breath until she let it all out in a big puff.

I glanced up to see if she was in pain but she had a little smile on her face. I eased her legs up to my shoulders and began working my shaft into her little by little. The deeper I went the harder her hands squeezed on my forearms and I knew it was because she was liking what she was feeling.

I finally smacked my balls against her ass, my spear as deep in her target as it would go. I felt her anus clamp around the base of my cock and then release me several times before I started to withdraw and then drive into her ass again and again and again. I used one hand to pinch and pull her nipples while the other rubbed circles around her clit and she soon exploded with another orgasm.

By then her head was jerking spastically from side to side and when I resumed mining her depths, it was hard and fast. For a few moments, I used both hands to roll her nipples between my fingers and pull them out from her body, then went back to rubbing her clit. This time we both came just seconds apart, after which she pulled me down to lay on her breasts.

"That was so good, baby. I hope you realize just how happy you've made an old woman. I needed that so very badly. Thank you."

I leaned forward and kissed her, then whispered, "You don't know how much I loved doing that. It was very, very good for me too."

She let me use her bathroom to clean up before I dressed and left, giving her one last big kiss before I walked through the door. I went back to the office that afternoon, turned in my orders and remaining cookbooks, and collected my last paycheck.

With three days before I was to pack to leave home but no job to go to, I pulled out my list of ladies and put on a blitz, making the rounds of every one of them in those three days. I kept myself busy all three days screwing older ladies that I knew would be receptive to my advances.

That summer impacted the way I looked at women for the rest of my days. I found out that, while younger women might shrug off my advances or actually give me a cold shoulder, many older women were appreciative of the attention and as a result I had many wonderful, satisfying encounters with older ladies.

I also learned a lesson: pay attention to the ethics of your employer. If you work for an ethical organization, you can honestly do your job and feel good about it. If your employer is dishonest, then nothing you do will make you feel good about what you do. Now I'm not saying that all telemarketing companies are unethical but that one summer selling rags - selling magazines - was my one and only direct involvement with a telemarketing firm. And that's the way I plan to leave it.

The End