0 comments/ 14623 views/ 0 favorites Travels to the Great Valley Ch. 01 By: Save the World Another day, another 3,000 frequent flyer miles. Flying around from town to town for a living sounds pretty good -- and much of it is. But sometimes the last place you want to be is in seat 9B on a small commuter plane heading into San Francisco. There are many aspects of my job that are a pain in the ass including having to lay my head on far too many unfamiliar pillows in the course of a week. But did I mention the sex is great? This morning's blowjob would certainly epitomize that fact. The way she took my cock down her throat and hummed a merry-little-tune was simply amazing. And to have her keep the cock deep in her throat as I was cumming was sublime. But I'm a bit ahead of myself. I'm a consultant who fills a very special niche in the world, and it's made my life a great one (despite that earlier whining about unfamiliar pillows). I help schools -- private and public -- raise money to improve their education system. It may be a sad statement that schools have to scrape and scratch to have enough money to provide students with a quality education, but the reality is that this is a growth industry. I help develop the strategies and programs that give schools a few more dollars for arts programs, field trips and (unfortunately) good books. The people I work with are the parents who care desperately about the quality of their kids educations. The moms and dads (and more moms) are committed to do what they can to supplement the meager public funding available to schools. They have great commitment, seemingly endless energy and great passion for their schools. (That passion seems to spill over in a few places, much to my advantage.) I have ideas, experiences and the ability to motivate people to make a difference. I do it well, and therefore can charge a lot of money for my services. If a $30,000 contract to me can bring an extra $400,000 to a school, it's money well spent. I'm flying out of the Central Valley of California today to head back east yet again. But the last couple of days were among my very best. I experienced a few things that I had only dreamed about before, and I'm a happier man for it. Four days ago, I was coming to town to help oversee a school auction that was expected to raise big bucks to supplement the scholarship program of a small private school. Parents are willing to pay a lot of money for this education, but the school has a very strong commitment to offer this quality education to some kids who can't afford it. If we can raise another $400,000 this week, we can bring in another 20 students and make the school a better experience for everyone. I know, blah, blah, blah. But I was practicing my presentation to the board and hoping to motivate them to make this project a success. I landed in the small airport and was greeted by the parent committee chair, a women I had only spoken to by phone. She was meeting me on the early flight and shuffling me around for the next couple of days leading up to Saturday's big event. I walked through the security gate and into the public area and looked for someone who might be looking for me. I didn't know what Trudy Scott was going to look like, but I knew she knew what I looked like. A picture on one of my books always gave people an advantage over me in that department. I noticed two things when Trudy came up to greet me: an absolutely winning smile, and amazing cleavage. She smiled with her entire face -- eyes, mouth, everything. I made me smile back and feel completely at ease. I was also struggling not to focus on the amazing tits that were conservatively peering out from the white dress shirt. I'm sure she could have buttoned one more button, but I was glad she hadn't. We chatted each other up as we headed toward her car. Traveling light meant we didn't have to wait and walked straight to her car in the lot. Another wonderful surprise greeted me: she had a great car, one that I had coveted myself. A beautiful Infiniti M35 was shining red in the lot. "Nice car. How do you like it?" I was about to assume that this was her husband's car and she was just driving it today. I was pleasantly surprised. "Oh, this is great ride. I got this about six months ago but I'm just loving it. I know it was a splurge, but I really like it." "Splurging for quality is not always such a bad idea," I said. "Well, we splurged for you -- I hope it's as true there as it has been with this car." I'd never been compared to a car before, but I didn't mind in this case. Now I just needed to perform. We quickly got into our details, talking about the meetings we had set up, the calls I was to participate in and all the preparations leading up to Saturday. It became clear that Trudy was thorough, focused and had a great sense of humor. I enjoyed everything about her approach to this project. I also had an emerging hard-on. Few things excite me more than a woman's passion, intelligence and humor. Add a stunning body and my cock has its own agenda. I noticed Trudy glancing at my cock at one point. I caught her eye briefly and then slowly moved them down to her tits. The conversation halted a bit right there, but it was a nice little moment. I had permission to enjoy the view from that point and did so a bit more regularly: the full breasts, the nice legs, the gorgeous neck. I realized this was a fantasy woman here, and while I was unlikely to fulfill that fantasy, I was all-too-prepared to enjoy it completely. My dick got harder. We blew through our morning and early afternoon meetings and as we hit mid-afternoon, Trudy announced a reprieve. "We're done until tonight's meeting. It's going to start kind of late -- 7:30. What would you like to do?" "Well, I'd love to kick up my heels a bit and relax. Maybe I should check into my room." We headed off to the hotel. We got there and as I checked in I was overwhelmed with a lobby full of tourists and two buses clogging the parking lot. I waited patiently for my turn in line as Trudy went to the gift shop to get a bottle of water. "Hi, I'm checking in. Last name's Dotson." "Mr. Dotson, I'm sorry but we have no room tonight. We've had a tour group stay an additional night and we have no rooms." "I have a reservation. Are you completely full?" "I apologize, but yes, we're completely booked." You learn a few things when you travel all the time. One such lesson is that reservations are not as firm as you think. Some states require hotels to give people staying at a hotel preference over those who have a reservation coming in. That means that if a group decides to stay an extra day, there are likely to be a few sad customers. "We should have room tomorrow night. I'm very sorry." The women behind the desk awaited my outburst -- I'm sure she had heard her share in the last few hours. "Is there ANYTHING I can do?" I let that thought hang in the air for just a moment and then calmly said, "No, I understand that you have no control. Just promise to be nice to me when I come back tomorrow." She smiled a very relieved smile and said, "I would be happy to be nice -- thank you for being so nice to me. I'm REALLY sorry." Trudy came up at exactly that point. "All set?" "Well no. There's no room at the inn," I explained. I told her the circumstance. She began to lay into the clerk. "You can't do this -- this man has a reservation. I made it." The clerk tried to explain but Trudy just interrupted. "No, no, no -- he's the guest of our school. You've got to make this work." "Ma'am I can't do anything." Then came the really bad news. "I think the only rooms available are down in Modesto." Oh man. This was it. The pink cloud of travel had blown away to reveal the ugly landscape of what can happen. We all stood there quiet for a second and then Trudy stood a bit taller and said, "Okay, well thank you. Come on, Bryce. Let's see what we can make work." We walked out into the afternoon sunlight. I could see Trudy was thinking this through. "So, I don't think it makes sense for you to have to shuttle back and forth to Modesto. I know you're pretty clear about this, but would you be willing to stay in our guest room? It's actually pretty nice and I can make it as private as possible. I'm really sorry about this." "That would be fine. I think it's only for tonight. There should be room by tomorrow. I appreciate your offer." So off we went to Trudy's house. Kids were expected home in about an hour. I had some time to kick back and get ready for tonight's meeting, certain to be a bit of a pressure cooker. Trudy showed me my room -- it was very nice, very private and very adequate. I put my bags down and said I'd like to take a shower and just kick back. She brought me a towel and pointed the way to a shared bath in the hall. "I'll be in the kitchen -- make yourself at home." The shower felt wonderful. The warm water cascaded over my body, and the negative ions soothed my tired soul. As I soaped my body, I enjoyed the thick weight of my cock as I thought about Trudy and her beautiful body. I emerged from the shower refreshed and ready for a quick nap. I threw on my boxers and t-shirt and scooted around the corner into my room. As I closed the door, I was surprised by Trudy sitting on the bed. "How was your shower?" "It was great," I stammered. I decided not to be shy about my near-naked state. I did wonder why she was here. She answered that quickly. "I'm so sorry about the mix-up. I just wanted to apologize again for you having to stay here. I thought I might apologize appropriately." "Trudy, it's really fine . . ." I started to say. She waved me off. She walked to me slowly and dropped to her knees. "Plus, I just really have to see this thing." She pulled my shorts down and pulled out my heavy cock. "Oh, yes . . ." She held my cock in her hand and admired it from several angles. "I'm going to enjoy this apology very much. My cock isn't huge. It seems to be just right -- medium length and quick thick. Women enjoy its size and are not intimidated by it at all. It seems to get this common reaction -- admiration and desire. Few women can swallow it but all seem to appreciate its size and girth. I scooted my ass back to the edge of the bed and sat. She scooted with me and pushed my legs apart and began licking my cock. Soon she began to push the head into her mouth. She focused on just my head, and used her lips perfectly to stimulate the edge. It felt perfect. Deep throat is the ultimate, but a keen understanding and focus on the head of the cock is a very close second. Trudy had me thinking it might be first. And then she slowly swallowed me. She took me deeper and deeper into her mouth and down her throat. Soon she was moving from top to bottom, sucking me at my head, then taking me down her throat. Doing my favorite one-two was absolutely perfect, and within a minute I could feel the tingling in my balls. "Oooh, Trudy, you're going to make me cum," I warned softly. "Let me swallow it," she asked, looking up with those beautiful eyes. She maintained eye contact, put me back into her mouth and increased her intensity. She went a bit faster and faster, focusing on the head for a second, then swallowing me to the root. When I was ready to cum, Trudy held my head inside of her mouth and sucked hard. Soon cum was shooting out my cock and into her mouth. Tight suction and wet friction combined to bring total ecstasy to my body. Trudy held my cock until I was completely drained. "There, that should make this foul up better." Then I heard her say quietly to herself, "Yum." "Apology accepted." Travels to the Great Valley Ch. 02 I awoke from my nap feeling great. The memory of the apology-blowjob stirred me a little, but I quickly dressed and came out to meet the family. Trudy's family was all home now. Two boys were hard at work on their homework, a bit distracted by the nice day but working hard to earn the privilege to enjoy it. Trudy's husband Steven was also home. He and Trudy were working hard in the kitchen getting dinner together. It was still pretty early, but Trudy and I had to leave early for our meeting. Quick introductions took place and then dinner was served. We enjoyed a nice stir fry and then Trudy and I were out the door to our meeting. Steven and the kids wished us luck and hurried with the dishes so they could still enjoy some basketball time. "Nice family," I said. "Yes, I have a great family. I'm glad you had a chance to meet them." The final organizing meeting of the parents' fundraising committee was quick and intense. I established my value right away, offering both suggestions for fine-tuning the event and a specific suggestion that could mean a huge boost in the fundraising event. People left the meeting positive and optimistic. As we were leaving, I stood aside as Trudy finished up with a couple of people. Trudy and Joellen were the last of the parents and both came up to me. "Ready to go?" Trudy asked. "Sure, if you are. Good work tonight, both of you." "And you too," said Joellen. "That idea for the special appeal is going to be great. I'm totally psyched." "Now back to Chez Scott," Trudy smiled. "Yeah, I heard there was a screw up with your hotel," Joellen said. "But Trudy did make it up to you, right?" I smiled and said that Trudy had made be very welcome. "Well, she had better. And I would be happy to help if I can." I looked at Trudy and she smiled. "Yes, Joellen, I'm sure you can help." I felt uncomfortable, not knowing exactly what was suggested, and offered, "Well, I think my hotel room should be available tomorrow, but if there's a problem I'll let you know." Joellen smiled and we walked out of the building. ------ "Wake up, wake up." Trudy peeked around the door. "Are you still interested in that run?" I had been awake and sat up in the bed. "You bet. I slept great -- I'd be very interested in a little jog. You're not going to wear me out, are you?" "I hope so," Trudy said. She pulled her head back and closed the door. I got up and put on my shorts and shirt. I stepped into the hallway and made my way to the living room. Trudy was on the floor stretching out, something I do a little but not nearly enough. "Wow, you're pretty limber," I whispered. "It has wonderful benefits," she smiled. Shortly we were jogging through the neighborhood. We kept a comfortable pace, just enough to work up a good sweat but still carry a conversation. We covered both personal ground and more details about tomorrow's big event. After about 40 minutes, Trudy stopped short. "You still interested in soliciting Joellen's help?" I looked at her puzzled. "This is her house. Her family went camping in the Sierra and took off already. I can see the Highlander Hybrid is gone. I'm sure Jo would welcome a little company. "Do you always treat your consultants this way?" "Well, you're the only consultant we've ever hired, so I have to say 'yes.'" She walked up the drive and around the side up to the backyard. She walked up to a beautiful deck and knocked gently on the glass door. A few seconds later, Joellen appeared, a bit cautiously. When she saw who was at the door, she smiled and opened it wide. "I see you're out getting some exercise. Trudy, I know it makes your butt tight, but I can't see how you can get up and run every morning." "Well, today it was much easier," Trudy exclaimed. "Yes, I can see that." Joellen looked me over very carefully and was clearly checking me out. "I may not run, but I'm always good for some morning exercise." She took my hand and led me to the large bed. "Care to join us Trudy?" The covers were still tumbled, but Joellen quickly threw them aside. She pushed me hard enough to force me onto the bed. With clear determination, she reached up and grabbed the sides of my running shorts and yanked them down to me knees, then slowly pulled them down and off my legs. I looked up to see her hungry eyes taking in my cock, then looked over to Trudy as she pulled off her top and sports bra. Joellen stood up and threw off her robe, revealing a totally naked and tanned body that brought firmness to my hungry cock. I pulled off my shirt but had no time to remove my shoes. Trudy and Joellen were likely about the same age -- early to mid-forties. But their bodies were quite different. Trudy had a basically athletic body -- tall and well-toned. She had a very tight and beautiful ass. The only contradiction to her athleticism was a pair of tits there were large and very round, drooping only slightly. Joellen looked much different in her nakedness. Shorter and a bit rounder, she possessed the best of the concept of soft. Her tits were slightly more pendulous, but still very large. They were tipped by the largest, most beautiful nipples I've ever seen. Her ass was rounder and her pussy was bushier. Where Trudy looked to offer a thrilling ride in her sports car, Joellen presented a comfortable drive in a classic convertible. This was going to be fun. Joellen leaned over and kissed my chest as she grabbed my thickening cock. She purred her satisfaction as she crawled up my body and kissed my neck, face and finally lips. After a brief but savage kiss, she kept crawling up a bit more and placed her tits directly over my face. I reached up and grabbed both tits and moved her nipples toward my lips. I was able to stretch her tits ever-so-slightly so that I could put both nipples in my mouth at the same time. As I sucked a bit harder, I could hear Joellen moan louder -- an audible cause-and-effect that allowed me to play her like a passion flute. I was reminded that we were not alone as a mouth slid over my cock. Trudy was invisible to me, but suddenly the warmth and talent of her mouth reminded me most pleasantly of her presence in the room. After several minutes of wonderful oral ministrations, I felt the coolness of the air on my wet cock. I was slightly disappointed but not for long. Moments later, that coolness was replaced by the hot tightness of Trudy's cunt as she slowly settled onto my steel-hard cock. When my mind had focused completely on the silken heat of her pussy, Joellen regained my attention by climbing higher and sitting squarely on my face. As her knees settled on either side of my ears, I was able to look up to the most luscious pair of dangling lips and an enormous clit already poking its way out of hiding. She lowered herself just enough for me to begin strumming her massive labia with my tongue, sucking and flicking as she moaned her approval above. Every once in a while she would lower herself just enough to push her clit into my mouth, and I would reward her new position with tight suction on her clit while dancing my tongue across the tip of her pleasure nub. She would take it for only a few seconds and then pull up, leaving her dripping labia above me and available for more attention. I quickly became lost. Even with my best compartmentalizing mind, it was hard to pay attention to the attention I was getting. My cock was getting a workout as Trudy posted on me, and Joellen was vigorously riding my face to her great satisfaction. In what could easily have been two years -- paying attention to time at a time like this seems ludicrous -- the hard work was paying off. I'm pretty sure Trudy had cum at least twice, but it was hard to tell completely. Joellen was definitely riding up for the big fall, sitting firmly on my face and pushing her now hungry clit into my mouth as hard as she could. I continued to suck and lick, pushing hard and sliding my tongue slowly across her clit from side to side as I maintained a lip lock on her nether lips. When she finally crashed over the abyss, it was noisy and a bit dangerous. I thought I was going to lose parts of my face to her explosion. Juice flowed out of her cunt and further covered my now-wet face. I licked more slowly as she shuddered through several waves of orgasm. But when she came, I was able to concentrate most of my attention on the incredible milking action that Trudy's cunt was performing on my dick. She would squeeze intensely as she slid up my cock and hesitate for just a moment before crashing down on my dick, slamming my head against her cervix. Slowly and continually, she slid up and crashed down until I could feel myself approaching the same cliff that they both had fallen off minutes before. I held my breath for a few moments and curled my toes tightly as my orgasm rounded the last corner of certainty. At that point, I knew it was coming and I totally relaxed, and felt the intense pleasure bomb build up and explode through my cock. Joellen had slid off of my face by this time, which is good since I needed access to as much air as I could get. Normally, the intensity of my orgasm is many times greater with a blowjob than with a great fuck, but this explosion made me wonder how an orgasm could be any more intense. Lacking a side-by-side comparison, I was giving this particular climax my vote. I became aware of my surroundings when Trudy and Joellen both curled up into my arms. There is probably no better post-orgasmic feeling than two fine women curled up in your arms, and I gently stroked their hair as I regained my sense of equilibrium. "That was a damn fine workout," Joellen said. "Who needs to beat the pavement when you can have that kind of fun." "I hate to break up the party, but I need to get back to the house and get the morning squared away," Trudy said. "Blair, you're welcome to stay here if you want . . ." "I'd like to stay right here for the next three days, but my clothes and such are at your house. Joellen, would you be offended if I left you here to recover?" "I'm totally offended -- and demand you make it up to me later!" Joellen joked. "I might just fall back to sleep, to tell the truth. I'm feeling a bit light-headed." Trudy and I walked the remaining two blocks back to her house. We were able to swing into the morning preparations easily and were eating breakfast and laughing with her family for the next hour and a half. I never felt uneasy with Trudy's husband Steven and the kids. The fact that I had recently blasted her cunt full of my cream didn't seem to bother her or me. And I like Steven and the kids very much. It was a great family. Trudy had a bunch of family errands to run and I had more than enough work to catch up on. She left me to work in the family office while she did her running around. By mid-day we were back in meetings and preparations steps for the auction the next day. I had been hired for my experience and my mind, but for the next several hours my back proved the most important asset. By late afternoon we had filled the auditorium with most of the auction booty that would be focus of so many pocket books tomorrow. I was hot and ready for another shower. "Our work here is done. Thanks so much for your help, Blair." "Happy to help. But I need to stand below a cascade of warm water. I'd love to go pack my stuff and get squared away at the hotel. My room should be ready by now," I said. "I'll make a quick call first." I called the hotel and asked to speak to Jennifer again. "This is Jennifer, how may I assist you?" "Hi, Jennifer. This is Blair Dotson. I'm hoping my room is ready now." "Oh Mr. Dotson. I have only slightly better news. We still have a nearly full hotel, and the only rooms I have are smoking rooms." There was a long pause. "I'm so sorry, but will that be acceptable?" "No." I let the quiet word hang in the air for a moment. "Jennifer, you said you were going to take care of me. This is becoming very awkward." "I'm so sorry Mr. Dotson. There just isn't anything I can do. Can you please call again tomorrow -- I'm certain we'll have something tomorrow. And I see your reservation was intended through Sunday." "Yeah, but that hasn't proven so helpful, has it." I closed the conversation and looked to Trudy from across the room. She met my eyes and knew instantly that there was another problem with my room. She walked up to me with a big smile on her face. "No way . . ." "Well, I'm afraid I could stay in a smoking room, but man, I'm not sure I'm up for that." "Look, we still have room and I dare to say that Joellen would love to have you stay with her. I know this isn't what you signed up for but I suspect we can still make it worth your while." "Look, I'm here until Sunday morning even if I have to sleep in someone's yard. I'm happy to stay wherever it makes the most sense." Trudy very discreetly leaned in to me and whispered in my ear. "Well, I can tell you that my pussy knows exactly where that is, but I'm afraid the right thing to do right now is be willing to share," Trudy explained. I wanted to respond that there was plenty of me to go around, but I was a bit afraid to make that promise. Trudy excused herself and walked over to Joellen, who was working through some details with the custodian. I was across the room but I watched carefully to gauge Joellen's expression. Her face was serious, but then slowly bloomed into a complete, full smile. She looked over at me with a wicked grin and whispered something back to Trudy. I realized I might be in trouble. The way she took command of me this morning and rode my face for her pleasure was intense. I was sure I hadn't seen the best of it. Joellen came over to me and asked, "Mr. Dotson, would you care to be my guest for dinner tonight?" "It would be my pleasure," I smiled back. "We'll just see about that," she said. I could sense she was making plans and I was anxious to see how they would play out. "I dare say that I may be inviting you to breakfast in the morning as well." "Well, I had an amazing early breakfast workout this morning. I'd have to say that I'm up for about anything." Travels to the Great Valley Ch. 03 After transferring my bags to Joellen's and taking a shower, I was dressed and ready for a night on the town. I pulled from my suitcase a bottle of Cabernet from a winery called Liberty School, which coincidently was the name of the private school whose auction was to begin in less than 24 hours. It was a decent wine, and I figured the harmony would add a little charm to dinner. I walked into the living room and waited a while before Joellen emerged from her hallway. She was stunning, wearing a beautiful rayon dress that both flowed and clung in the best possible ways. Her nipples were up and proud, and their thickness nearly cast a shadow over parts of the dress. Joellen walked up to me and gave me a deep, soulful kiss. When we parted, her nipples were even harder and so was my cock. Taking a small step back she looked me in the eyes. "I have two surprises for you tonight. I hope you like surprises." "Well, given what I've encountered so far, I can't imagine being too surprised about anything that happens tonight. But I'm definitely willing to see." Joellen reached into her purse and pulled out a small black remote for what I assumed was her car door. "This is yours tonight -- use it at your discretion." I looked puzzled but took it from her. As I looked at it I noticed it had a single switch. I pushed it on and noticed a small sound, and also noticed a small jump from Joellen. I stepped a bit closer and adjusted my head ever-so-slightly and noticed a small buzzing coming from her. More specifically, from her crotch! I leaned over and pulled up her dress. I was treated to an incredible vision -- Joellen in thigh-high stay-up stockings and an interesting little panty that seemed a little odd. Slowly I squatted down, gently pushed her legs apart and noticed a small vibrating unit between Jo's legs. "Surprise number one: welcome to my butterfly vibrator. I hope this keeps me horny all night long." She smiled the smile of a teenaged prankster as I looked up at her eyes. I looked back at the vibrator and played with it a bit, and noticed it was ingeniously shaped to sit just between her legs without rubbing or otherwise being uncomfortable. A small bullet vibrator sat at the center of the devise and the entire contraption was held in place with a set of elastic lace straps. "Okay, I was very wrong. I am completely surprised. I thought I knew toys, but this is a new one for me." I stood. "And surprise #2?" "Well, I was going to wait to show you, but I can't help it." She smiled, then twirled around to face away from me. She slowly bent at the waist and flipped up her skirt in a little flourish, revealing a clear acrylic butt plug filling her ass. "Oh, my . . ." I said. "Just a placeholder until it can be replaced by something else more my style." Her smile widened even more, if that was possible, looking over her shoulder at me. "I'm sorry I took so long getting ready, but I had some important preparations to do. But it's all done and I'm absolutely ready for an enchanted evening." Standing up and smoothing out her dress, she took my hand and pulled me through the kitchen and to the garage door. I practiced turning off and on the little control, and watched Joellen jump each time. "Oh, wait. I almost forgot." I ran back to the living room and grabbed the bottle of wine. Back in the kitchen, I handed it to Joellen. "I hope you like reds." She looked at the label and stood there silently. When she looked at me, she had a dead-serious look. I was just getting a bit concerned when she blurted out, "I really don't want to go out tonight but I kind of do, too. I think we should take this wine, go to La Belle's and drink it all down, and then hurry back here and fuck all night long." She paused. "But I really don't even want to go -- I just want to fuck!" "Oh, no -- uh, uh." I turned the remote on again. "You don't get me until you are suitable revved up." She grabbed my hand, and pushed it under her dress. She slid the vibrator aside -- still buzzing -- and pushed my finger into her dripping pussy. "Is this what you call revved up?" "Nearly . . ." I smiled at her and slowly withdrew my hand. She straightened her dress and we went into the garage. She must have heard my breath escape because she looked at me quickly. My eyes returned the glance, but quickly returned to the large garage with three magnificent cars in it -- a 1964 ½ red Mustang Pony, a baby blue 1964 Ford Thunderbird convertible, and a white 1966 Cadillac Coupe de Ville convertible with red seats. These were three of my very favorite cars in the whole world, cars I have owned in my mind but never in my garage. And since I never had a garage in which to store such works of art, I never possessed them in fact, only in fantasy. I walked between the cars wordlessly. "I think Richard loves these cars more than me," Joellen mused, without a hint of anger or despair. "If he could fuck them, I'd probably be a single women." "These are about the sexiest cars I've ever seen -- but they still aren't as sexy as you are right now," I said. I punctuated the point by turning on the vibrator. Joellen squealed just a bit. "Which one should we take? I think the Mustang's got something wrong with it, so we have to choose between the two convertibles. Still, not a bad choice." It took me a minute and then I said, "I think we need to take the Caddy." "Okay with me -- I like 'em both. But why the Caddy?" "Well, I really love both of these cars, but the Cadillac has something that will be most important tonight." She looked at both cars for a minute and pondered. Then that amazing smile emerged and she said to me, "Bench seats?" "Exactly." She grabbed a set of keys off the wall by the kitchen door and tossed them to me. We found our respective side of the car and got it. I pushed the key into the ignition and turned it over gently, hearing the big engine roar to life. I was about to push the garage door opener on the visor when Joellen grabbed my arm. "Wait, I think I need to try this first." She bent over and pushed her head down toward my lap and pulled my dick out of my pants. Leaning over the remaining distance, she pushed her mouth over my cock and began sucking. It was a quick, teasing little suck, and as she pulled her mouth off my nob, she looked up and said, "You definitely picked the right car." She sat back up and stayed near the middle of the huge bench seat, but as we exited the garage, her hand was still fixed on my cock giving it a gentle squeeze and stroke as we drove away from her house and to the restaurant. Dinner was a delightful distraction from our other activities. The remote control remained the center of attention. It was incredibly fun to non-verbally interrupt Joellen on a regular basis, watching her jump and squirm as the vibrator tingled her clit. At one point I was certain she was going to cum, but she was able to regain her composure and push back the wave. The wine had its much-desired affect. We were both loose and happy as the bottle was emptied relatively early in the evening. The second bottle came out mid-meal and we dented that one pretty well also. The food was agreeably forgettable. One highlight was when Joellen got so worked up that she was about do duck below the table cloth and suck my dick. But I was able to keep her topside, and realized that it was time for us to get out of there Check paid, we slightly wobbled our way outside. I wasn't fully prepared to drive yet, and had an interesting distraction in mind. Before we moved toward the car, I pulled her by the hand toward the alley and we walked down it a short distance to find an interesting doorway just slightly recessed from the road. We stood in the doorway and made out like teenagers. At one point I was kissing Joellen deeply, rubbing her nipples through her dress and the vibrator hummed away at her clit. Her panting told me she was about to cum so I spun her around, lifted her dress and unzipped my pants, preparing to fuck her standing right there. I was momentarily delayed as I negotiated the buzzing butterfly. I was pleased to learn that the design had been created to accommodate such multi-tasking. As I pushed her over slightly I took my leg and gently parted her feet, opening my access to a hot and dripping cunt. She held her breath as I pushed my cock head right to the entrance, waited a moment, then plunged deep inside of her. I held still for only a minute before withdrawing and plunging back in. I was quite unsubtle -- and incredibly horny -- and pounded away at her cunt over and over again. Joellen was clearly on the path to total ecstasy when I reached down and grabbed the small flange of the butt plug poised outside of her ass. I held the end of it next to my stomach, and then fucked her ass and cunt simultaneously with each of my strokes. This was all it took. Jo exploded intensely, cumming hard and wet all over me, The intensity of the orgasm was again quite surprising. I had to hold her up as she convulsed and thrashed as wave after wave overcame her. I kept pounding in her as this was happening, but it was clearly more to her benefit than to mine. After a long couple of minutes, I slowed and pulled out of her cunt. She turned and looked at me. "That was the most intense thing I have ever felt in my life. I just kept cumming and cumming. I am still tingly all over!" "I'm glad you enjoyed it. But we need to leave here now because I need to fuck you ass so bad I can hardly stand it. It took every ounce of my strength not to cum in your pussy just now." We quickly straightened up and zipped up and made our way back to the car. The wine took away all caution -- Joellen dropped to the floor and sucked my cock the entire way home. I drove as carefully as I possibly could. There were way too many distractions at work at this moment. After a high-school fantasy drive through the town, we finally reached Joellen's house. Into the garage we went. When finally I had put the car into park, Joellen pulled her lips off of my cock with a loud smack. "I don't know how you did that. I tried everything I could to get you to cum -- all my best moves." "Believe me, they were not lost on me. Every time I was about to cum, I would almost purposely crash, making the distraction my friend for the moment," I said. "But now we are home, and you don't have a chance. She jumped from her side of the car and ran toward the door, giggling all the way. I more slowly got out, hung the keys in their spot and entered. She was not in the kitchen so I kept walking. I entered her hallway and rounded into the living room and was blessed by the sight that made my heart swell nearly as much as my cock. I have always said that the most attractive thing in the world is desire. I believe that enthusiasm is the single biggest facet of a sexy women's look. Tits, ass, legs -- I love them all. But show me the eyes of a women hungry to get fucked, and I have the most desirable quality ever known to the human race. And that's just what I saw. Joellen had entered the living room and swiftly leaned over the arm of her sofa. Her dress was up over her back, exposing her full, creamy ass cheeks for me to enjoy. The vibrator had been discarded quickly and was sitting on the carpet next to the couch. Her naked vulva was on full display between her legs. Her hands were pulling on her ass cheeks and her face was contorted, looking back over her shoulder. "I am so ready for you to fuck me in the ass. The plug is yours to remove and my ass is yours to fuck. But if you don't hurry I am absolutely going to tackle you." That seemed like an intriguing idea, but one that took much more will power than I had at this point. I had felt the wetness of her cunt, the depth of her tight throat and now I was ready for the hat-trick: the slow, delectable push into her ass. I hoped this was going to be the pinnacle of the evening. I walked up to Joellen and unzipped my pants. I kicked off my shoes and let my pants drop to the floor. My shorts were next and then my cock was standing proud, like a needle point directly at True North -- her ass. Her parted ass exposed her pussy lips -- thick and long between her legs -- and her asshole distorted and full. I had no idea how big this plug was going to be -- it was too well hidden in the dark doorway earlier -- but now was the time to find out. I pushed my cock into her cunt and reach down and played with the plug -- twisting, gently pulling and tapping on the end. I held still mostly with my cock for fear that my willpower would erode. I really wanted to fuck this ass, but I still wanted to savor it. Finally, I could wait no more and began to withdraw the plug from her ass. Joellen began to moan, a deep and mournful sound that told me that she could feel the plug coming out. I pulled slowly as I realized that this was a big plug, with very thick ridges holding it in her ass. I pulled it past the first nob, then pulled again and it came out all at once. And there in front of me was a gaping glimpse of heaven. The size the plug precluded any need to caution, and I exercised none as quickly pushed my cock deep into her ass. Entering an ass for the first time is exquisite. I could feel the tightness of her ass all the way down, with the pressure along the entire length. This is the sensation that makes an ass fuck so delightfully different from a great cunt or talented mouth. It was a short fuck, but it was a glorious one. I wasted little time taking myself to the top and pushing both of us over. Joellen was delirious with pleasure and continued to demand that I fuck her harder and harder. I was happy to oblige. When it was time to cum, Joellen led the way. Her orgasm -- another huge one (no surprise) -- squeezed my cock and held it like a vise. I pulled out slowly and the orgasm began. I slowly pushed in as I groaned my total pleasure. I pushed slow but hard, and wanted to keep pushing until all of me was up that hot, deep cavern. Once completely buried, I held still and let both of us savor the intensity of the explosion. My orgasm once again weakened my knee mechanism. I can rarely stand well after such a strong cum and I was completely spent. I staggered back three steps and sat in a large chair as I watched the slight trickle of cum dripping out of her gaping ass on down her legs. It was a most pleasurable moment and I nearly passed out from the exhaustion, pleasure and wine. Joellen finally turned around and slid to the floor, her dress bunched around her. "I am so totally and completely fucked. I don't think I will be able to do that again . . . until maybe tomorrow!" She smiled the contented smile of a satiated woman. Travels to the Great Valley Ch. 04 Morning came and the sun was peeking into the room. Joellen got out of bed and went to the bathroom, returning with a warm wash cloth. She flung back the bed covers and proceeded to lovingly wash my cock and balls. She worked slowly and deliberately, and soon had completed her task. The cloth was flung to the night stand and she leaned over me to swallow my cock. As she did, she maneuvered her legs to sit on my face, something I was observing from close quarters just the morning before. Her lips were again thick and dangling in my face and I tried to repeat my performance as she gave me another of her wonderful mouth-fucks. We had found a mutual rhythm when her phone rang. It rang about five times and then stopped and we both successfully ignored it. One minute later, it started ringing again. "Shit," Joellen murmured under her breath as she held my cock in her hand. "Can you see who the ID is from?" I looked at the phone in its cradle and saw "TJ Scott." "God damn her, that Trudy. What is she calling for?" One moment later, she said in a too-sweet voice, "Can you reach the phone? I'm kind of busy down here." And then she swallowed my dick all the way to the root, taking my breath away. I reached carefully for the phone and was able to get it. I pushed the button and answered in as straight a voice as I could muster, "Hello Trudy." After a slight hesitation, Trudy answered. "Hello Bryce. How was your dinner?" "Dinner was good but the dessert was magnificent." Joellen giggled around my cock. "I'm assuming Joellen isn't available right now?" "No," I replied. "She has my cock buried all the way down her throat. I'm staring into her pussy lips right now, as a matter of fact. I wish you could see it" She sighed a little sigh, and then said, "Yes, that's my favorite number as well. Hey, sorry to interrupt you bunnies, but Steven wanted to know if you wanted to join him for a round of golf?" There it was. My other great weakness, other than as much sex as I can get, is this funny little game. A good walk ruined. The most enjoyable frustration you can ever pay for. "Well, I'm a little busy right now." "Oh, don't worry. If you two can find a moment to pause, his t-time isn't until 10:22. Think you can finish up by then?" "Well, I know I can but I can't speak for Joellen. She seems to have a pretty incredible pace." As I said that she sucked me harder and deeper to punctuate the point. "Yeah, we love that about her. Go right ahead and have your fun. I'll let Steven know you're on. The club has extra sets of clubs and should be able to set you up. Oh, what size shoe do you wear?" "I'm a 13 ½." Both Trudy and Joellen said at the same time, "That figures." I hung up the phone and went back to work on the cunt before me. Sucking the lips and clit into my mouth I toyed and tickled and traced patterns across her tender flesh. She only sucked harder and deeper and kept on her pace while she moaned and groaned around my cock. This is going to be a great day, I thought silently to myself. ------------ This golf course was a beauty. Small private golf courses like this are well-hidden gems. You can play all the Pebbles and Bandons and Pinehursts in the world, but sometimes a small, unknown course with a superintendent keen his keeping greens in perfect condition has it on all of them. This was one of those courses. Small, private and not overly played, even on a Saturday, this was a very fun place to play. Steven and I were originally expected to join another twosome but they didn't make it. There was nobody in front of us and nobody pushing from behind. "Hit 'til you're happy," Steven suggested. After several holes, I realized this was more than idle chatter. Steven was a very good golfer -- better than me in most regards. He could drive a ton, and his short-game was respectable. But that was my strength and while I was nearly always a stroke behind when we were on the green, I was up-and-down nearly every time. He fell victim to the three-putt several times. When we had finished the front nine, we took a quick break at the club house. I heard Steven asking if there was anyone working the beverage cart today. Someone said that there was someone coming out likely, but so few people meant it was hard to justify. "No, but the dues justify it just fine." I knew we were going to get beverage service then. But pity the poor person who would be driving around serving no one, I thought. The back nine was even more challenging, with several risk-reward holes out there to tempt me to make the bad decision. I played it conservative while Steven wailed away trying to cut the corner of a dog-leg and crush a drive on the par fives to get a birdie under his belt. By the twelfth hole, he was clearly frustrated, but maintained a great attitude and a great banter. By this time, our conversation had covered all the usual stuff and ventured into the more personal. Did I like to travel? Why wasn't I married? What was the best part of my job? It didn't take long for him to crack my code and understand the benefits of a hard-working consultant. "I can imagine there are some great bennies for this work," Steven said. "Hell, I can only imagine what your evening with Joann was like." I said nothing but only smiled. Then I heard him whisper quietly, "And those marvelous lips." I knew -- and he knew from my expression -- that we both had come to appreciate the lovely drapes that surrounded Joellen's cunt. That moment broke a lot of ice, giving us both permission to talk about simple details that were otherwise out-of-bounds. It wasn't like we compared notes, but we both definitely understood that we had strong common interests in this regard. Trudy wasn't part of our conversation at any time, and I was determined to keep it that way. When the beverage cart came around, Steven was hankering for a beer. It might be just after noon here, but a cold beer sounded good to me too. As the cart pulled closer, Steven said he was happy with the choice of "cart girls." The women driving up to our cart was something much more than a girl. Her breasts were enormous and probably fake, but they seemed to fit the rest of her just fine. As she jumped out of the cart, I noticed her tight ass completed the total physical beauty of this woman. "Hello Mr. Scott." She clearly remembered Steven as well. "Hello, Debi. Staying busy?" "Not even. There's only two or three of you out here right now." After a moment, she followed: "But I'm happy to be able to make your game more enjoyable." "Debi, this is a friend of mine, new to the area. His name is Bryce." Debi walked right up to me and shook my hand, making a clear point to shake her tits at the same time. "Nice to meet you. I hope your enjoying The Reserve today." "It seems to be getting better all the time," I said. I took my beer and peanuts and went back to the cart. Steven continued an animated conversation with Debi, returning to the cart after about five minutes. "That went well," he said quietly. I had no idea what he meant but also realized it wasn't intended to garner a question. I simply walked to the next tee and crushed a drive down the middle, my best of the day. I turned and saw Debi watching from about 25 yards away, and saw her pull away headed to the next group of thirsty players. After Steven hit a similar drive (rolling about 25 yards past my ball) we both sat down and rolled quietly toward our next shot. "I'm not sure what your interest might be, but Debi is one of the best cart gals at this course. She offers a pretty incredible "full service" approach to her job that makes her quite popular around here. We both remained quiet for a minute. Then Steven said, "And I asked her to help meet us for our next round of drinks in the woods around 14." "Steven, I'm not sure what other goodies she has in her cart, but I can tell you that I'm likely interested in whatever else might keep this fabulous day going so great." It was a simple affirmation of intent, and gave Steven all he needed to feel great about the next little bit. When we got to the green at 13, Steven had played his best golf and said almost nothing since the twelfth fairway. We sat down in the cart and rolled away from the green and immediately entered a small forest of aspens and poplars that led to the next tee. After a couple of quick corners, we took a sharp right off the path and into a clearing where extra sod was grown and other maintenance activities were centered. At the opening to the meadow a cart was visible across the way. Debi appeared to be sunning herself topless. We drove over to Debi and she looked up and said, "Hi. Just getting a little sun. One of the few advantages of a slow day." I have a couple of other advantages I can think of," Steven said. As we pulled to a stop, both Debi and Steven stepped from their carts and toward each other and embraced in a deep, nearly-frantic kiss. Steven moved his hands to Debi's ass and she in turn reach up and grabbed his head, pulling it tighter to her lips. I watched for a moment. Then, after a brief voyeur moment, stepped out of the cart myself and took two steps closer to the couple. "Don't be shy," Debi said. "I've got enough here for both of you." Steven and I both descended onto her tits, and I was very pleasantly surprised to discover either the miracle work of a master plastic surgeon or the two most magnificent tits in the world. The were very large, stood upright and proud, but were neither stiff nor hard. They swung when she moved and had the softness that a tit should have. I sucked her left tit and Steven consumed her right one. Debi purred between us. She then stepped away and said, "Look it's very slow out there but I still only have a little time before this will become obvious. Let's just get right to this, shall we?" She pushed Steven to the cart, forcing him to sit facing her. "The usual, Mr. Scott?" "That would be perfect. Do you mind offering some service to Mr. Dotson as well?" "I had kind of counted on hit," she said, and stepped out of her tight shorts and pink thong. Now, without anything but sandals on her feet, she bent over and started fishing Steven's cock out of his pants. In doing so, she revealed a totally bald and dripping cunt to be fucked. I pulled my cock out of my pants and stepped behind her. Recognizing both her urgency and readiness, I pushed my cock into her cunt in a single stroke, bottoming out and stretching her wide. She moaned loudly and pushed back at me. She pulled her mouth off of Steven's cock and announced, "My God, you're bigger than Mr. Jackson. Now fuck me hard!" I had no idea who Mr. Jackson was, but apparently I was the new Club Champion, as far as Debi was concerned. I was able to get a rhythm going so that we could fuck and she could suck Steven effectively. This little bit of coordination isn't easy unless you have a very talented cocksucker, and fortunately Debi had this talent in the bag. It isn't very often that you can have such a perfect sexual encounter in the middle of great round of golf. I'd fucked on a golf course before, but it was nothing compared to this experience. I was delighted by Debi's strong and talented cunt. I fucked it as hard as I could, but also teased her on occasion with shallow strokes and short pauses that had her squirming with desire for more. Steven filled her mouth before I emptied into her cunt, but it was only a short time that I had Debi to myself. During that short few minutes of paradise, I held her hips tight and slammed hard into her cunt. A couple of times I was tempted to toy with her ass, but I was more than content to keep this simple and wet. When I finally unloaded, it got even wetter. It was unlikely a bit load, given the workout I'd receive in the last two days, but it was enough to make both us howl in contentment. Shortly after we had both regained our composure, we zipped up and Debi reclothed herself. Minutes later we waved good-bye as she sped back to the clubhouse to fill the next order coming her way. "This club has some pretty outstanding perks," I said smiling. "Yeah, too bad we don't have time for a swim," Steven replied. "You'd love to meet the head life guard." The rest of the round went slowly and wonderfully. I kept up my steady pace, losing a little more distance but keeping my chips and putts perfectly in line. I finished with a great-for-me score of 79, and Steven finished with an 83. Neither of us really cared at that point. I was amazed at how this day had gone. Now was time for the big event, the reason I was coming to town. Given the events of the day, I had almost forgotten. Travels to the Great Valley Ch. 05 It was now mid-afternoon, and I needed to get back and shower before the big event. The auction was to start at 5:30, and I wanted to be there by around 5:00. Scott dropped me at the hotel where my bag was awaiting me (thanks to Joellen) and the best room in the house had my name on it. Jennifer was happy to announce that every aspect of the hotel had been taken care of, and my room had been comp'ed to address the inconvenience. "Jennifer, this is perfect. I have only one request -- can I speak to your manager?" Jennifer looked very concerned. "Is there anything I've overlooked?" "No, you've done just about everything I could reasonably ask," I said, letting the innuendo hang in the air, "but there is one more thing I'd like to speak to your manager about. Can you get her or him for me?" Minutes later Ms. Johnston and I had a short conversation. Afterwards, she shook my hand and told me, "I'm happy to help. I'll have Jennifer bring it up in the next hour." I went to my room and took a long shower. The last few days had been a euphoric blur, and I struggled to recount the various events. It was too much, and I realized I was looking forward to my trip back to Stimson Beach and the relative calm of my small house with a view of the Pacific. As I dried my hair a knock came to the door. I wondered, then remembered where the knock was coming from. Jennifer was delivering the envelope from the manager. I opened the door in my robe and took the envelope from Jennifer. "Thanks, Jennifer. I appreciate it." "No problem, Mr. Dotson. By the way, I meant it when I said I'd be happy to do anything I could to make our stay a good one. I still feel bad that we pushed you out into the cold the last couple of days." I looked at her carefully to be certain of what she had just said. Her body was screaming "fuck me" as her words were carefully chosen to give her a small bit of "plausible deniability." "Well, Jennifer. That sounds great to me. But right now I'm a bit tired and need to get ready for an event." I paused and considered my options. "What time to you get off tonight?" I asked. "Well, 10:00 officially, but I usually stay and help out the transition until about 11:00. There's a lot of switchboard activity at that time -- wake up calls and more towels!" She smiled at me. "I should be done with this meeting at about 10:00. I'd be delighted if you bought me a glass of wine. Is that overstepping my bounds?" I looked at her directly. She never broke eye contact. "Oh, no. That's totally within bounds. And I think we can do better than that. Why don't you just come to the front desk when you get back and I'll peel of then." I could tell that she wanted something now, but this little "date" was my only chance. "I'll see you then," I said. I put out my hand to shake hers, but she stepped up and gave me a hug. This pushed my robe open a bit (I never seem to tie them quite right) and it came open as she stepped away. I left it open and stood there. She looked me up and down completely, drinking in my body as best she could. This little exchange brought a stir to my cock, but mostly made clear to both of us that more than wine was going to get consumed tonight. She then turned and walked out the door. I took the envelope and opened it. Inside was a gift certificate promising a weeks lodging at any of the resorts or properties managed by this huge corporation. Some pretty outstanding properties were part of this deal. I couldn't believe my good fortune. Trudy and Joellen would going to love this little surprise. They might even reward me . . . I had to let that one go. Too much of a great thing really could be too much sometimes. I entered the auction in that chaotic-last-minute phase when everything is nearly done. I walked around and spoke to the key players -- presenters, auctioneer, check-out personnel. Everyone was both ready and excited. This was bound to be a success. Like so much, the success is pre-ordained if the preparation is good. We had the right gifts, the right people and the right cause. We were easily going to exceed our goal. The dinner was very good, the silent auction went off without a hitch. It was loud and people were drunk. The main event -- the oral auction -- was looking better all the time. We had a relatively modest number of things to auction off, but they were all high-dollar items. The pick of the lot was four first class tickets to Athens, and full tickets to all the events of the Olympics. I could never compete for such a wonderful item, but if I could, I'd go to the mat. During the middle of the oral auction, the auctioneer stopped and introduced one of the students of the school. This young woman was fresh-faced and articulate, and proceeded to give one of the finest speeches I've ever heard. It was a combination of well-rehearsed and spontaneous. It made the case crystal clear -- your contributions don't just help your kids. They help the entire community by providing scholarships and community-service projects that benefit everyone. The next step was the paddle raise. People are encouraged to give an unrestricted gift that supports the school. The general approach is to start one or two levels above what you know someone will give. So we started at $50,000, knowing we had a $15,000 commitment in hand. To everyone's surprise, two paddles went up. The air left the room and everyone broke into applause. After a short pause, the auctioneer announced the level of $25,000. No one budged for a minute, until one of the $50,000 donors raised her paddle again. The other top donor followed suit. Then two, then three, and finally four more paddles were raised. This meant we had $250,000 in less than five minutes and we still hadn't started where we thought we would start. In the next 25 minutes a frenzy ensued. People fell over themselves to continue to give, each level getting many times more funds that we thought possible. Our best donor raised her paddle at every level, contributing well over $125,000 alone. Our goal was to raise $150,000 in this part of the auction -- something never done before by this group. We hit more than $500,000 and we still hadn't even hit the biggest auction items. I sat back down at my table in the corner and realized that the investment made to bring me here had been a good one. My stock had risen considerably. And all the while, I was getting my lights fucked out. Man, I love this job. After the event was nearly over, Trudy took the microphone and nearly in tears told everyone how pleased she was with the turnout here. She very briefly described the process of planning and the remarkable results, but announced that there was one more item not on the list. A combination of a certificate for four at a resort anywhere in the world plus round-trip tickets for four to fly anywhere in the continental US and Hawaii on American Airlines. The resort certificate was from my friend the manager, and the miles were from my account -- a small dent in my accumulation that numbers several hundred thousand per year. To my surprise, there bidding was pretty furious. When I began paying attention again, I realized it was going hard between Leann and a man at the adjoining table. Both seemed to be pleasantly buzzed and certain to outbid the other. By the end of the day, Leann was not to be denied. I had seen that in her myself, and smiled to know that she was going to have a great vacation for her and her family. As the event wound down, Trudy and Leann came up to me and gave me big hugs. They were ecstatic. Both had pushed hard for hiring me -- going out on a limb to make the commitment. Both had been vindicated. There was little doubt but that my value was paying off. Then Leann announced that she was taking Trudy and another friend with her on the tickets and airfare to either Kauai or St. John (US Virgin Islands). "We fully expect you to join us. We're happy to work with your schedule, but this is something we really want to do." "Okay . . . hard to argue with you, Joann. And I don't see any reason to anyway." Leann leaned into me and then said, "I encourage you to drink lots and lots of fluids and get some Viagra. We are going to fuck you everyway, every day until none of us can move. Then we'll start over again the next day!" She smiled up at me and winked, and I knew this was not an idle threat or promise. "Can we drop you at your hotel?" Trudy asked. "Yes, but it's going to have to be a drop. I am very tired. You two have worn me out and my flight is early tomorrow. I hope you take no offense in letting me save up for St. John or St. Thomas." Both were fine with that, and I think ready to go home and crash themselves. There were still in a bit of stupor but the joy of a very successful event under their watch was likely to ride them for a long time. I landed back at the hotel, tired and happy. I nearly forgot that Jennifer was going to meet me and I was trying to prepare my approach to beg off when she came out of the lounge and took my hand. "Welcome to our hotel. I'm the official greeting committee!" She was a little drunk and appeared to be quite horny. My decision to shy-off was immediately dashed. She forcefully took my hand and walked me to my room. When we got there, she opened it with a key she had and pushed me inside. Closing the door behind her, she kept pushing me until I was sitting on the bed. She walked to the counter and poured two glasses of champagne and handed me one. "I propose a toast. To your enjoyment of our fine hotel despite our mistakes earlier in the week," she said, polished off her glass and then tossed it on the bed. "Now, I have three holes that have got to have your cock in them. You decide how you want that done." I looked her straight in the eye and said, "Mouth, cunt, ass." She looked back at me, and then I said one more time, "And then mouth." She smiled a little smile at me, and then said, "Consider it done." Her mouth was amazing. Young as she was, she was incredibly enthusiastic. She couldn't quite swallow my entire cock, but she kept trying, pushing deep and gagging, pushing deep and gagging. Every time she gagged, her throat closed around my cock in a perfectly tight grip. I wanted to be careful and not hurt her, but man it felt good, and every time I started to worry that I was gagging her too much, she pushed harder and deeper on her own. She was thoroughly enjoying this event, and so was I. When I fucked her cunt, we pulled out the rubber. With a little lube it went it smoothly and deeply. She was more experienced than her cunt revealed. It was tight, and she was able to squeeze it down so hard it almost hurt. Almost. It was fabulous. I lasted only a short time in this tight, wet heaven when I had to know about her ass. It was high and relatively small, but the hole was so inviting. I'd fingered it enough during the cunt-fucking that I had an idea how it would feel. More lube and a little patience revealed all. As I pushed into her ass, the friction was intense all the way down. That's the beauty of ass fucking. The pressure is tight all the way down. I pushed and pushed and she just pushed right back. On her back, her legs were somewhere around her ears, with her elbows inside of her knees. She looked like she was going to crawl right over herself as she looked down and watched me fuck her in the butt. I think the picture was as good for her as it was for me. "Oh, God, that looks so great. It feels great too. I'm so full. I'm stuffed with your dick." She was deliriously providing the travelogue, and I was just riding along. I kept fucking her slowly, then quickly. I'd pound hard then slide just the head in for a stroke or four. The variety allowed me to keep going without cumming before my time. But my time was soon approaching. "I gotta cum. I gotta cum so bad," I said. "In my mouth, in my mouth -- I want you to cum in my mouth," she screamed at me. I was a bit worried about the paper-thin walls of the hotel room and her enthusiasm. I wasn't inclined to give full descriptions to the folks next door, but I figured she worked here and had all the authority I needed. She spun out from under me, pulled the condom off and swallowed my cock again. For the first couple of times she gagged a bit, but then a miracle happened. She swallowed me all the way down and held it there. Pulling off my cock, she shouted, "I did it. I swallowed you completely!" Then she repeated the scene, swallowing my cock all the way down. I held her head in place and pulled out two inches, then back in. I love fucking the last two inches in a throat, and Jennifer was learning the joy it provides a man. I was the lucky teacher. Finally I was ready to cum. "This might be hard but try. Try to swallow my cum when it's in your throat." I held her had firm against my pubes and started to cum. Her eyes grew big for only a moment, and then my blasts went straight down her throat. She handled it with ease, and even pulled back the last inch and push back -- all while I was cumming. It was perfect and I blasted down her throat. I'd cum so much in the last three days I believed that I didn't have much to produce. But it's different when it's coming out of you than when it's going into her. She finally pulled back and provided intense suction on my cock head -- "sucking chrome off a trailer hitch," as Willie Nelson once said. There was no more chrome on my hitch and I collapsed as she popped her mouth off of my cock. I'm not sure if she came -- I kind of think she didn't -- and it's usually my custom to care deeply about that. But I was tired, spent and plum worn out. I went fetal, and she crawled up and joined me. We might have talked for a while, but it had to be short because I was out way too soon. This time, I was the quintessential man -- cum and crash. I got up in the middle of the night and pissed. Walking back into the room I could see her lying on the bed. She looked perfect there, naked and ready for me. My mind said to start up again, find a way to fuck her one more time. But the rest of my body provided a resounding veto, and I crawled up behind her and spooned my way back to sleep. My flight the next morning was early -- too early but not the first flight out. I knew I couldn't sleep in forever and still catch my plane. The curtains were open and I was pretty sure I'd awaken at first light. I decided not to worry and went back to sleep. What I didn't realize was that the stimulus for waking up would be lips on my cock. Jennifer was crouched between my legs and was licking my cock like a lollypop. When she noticed I was awake, she looked up and me, smiled, and said, "Good morning, Mr. Dotson. This is your 6:30 wake up call." She kept eye contact with me and then swallowed my cock slowly and completely. Her eyes were smiling as she was able to demonstrate her new-found talent. I guessed there was some lucky guy in town who was going to become the beneficiary of this extraordinary skill. I laid back and just enjoyed it. I couldn't really participate and wasn't really invited to. This was her party and my cock was her guest. It took a long time in getting there (thank God I pissed earlier) but finally it came. Ho hum, just another fantastic blowjob. I love fucking asses and cunts but the sensation of a mouth sucking the cum right out of my cock is hard to beat. So here I am now: on the plane, pretending to sleep and trying to recall the most amazing four days in a very long time. Three very different women -- small and big, tight and voluptuous, experienced and new -- had made my trip extraordinary. I'd also fulfilled my commitments and earned the fee I'd contracted for: a tidy $14,000. I had a few notes to write up, a report to generate, but otherwise I was done here. Except that trip to St. John. I was going to have to get in shape for that one.