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Summer Job

By: Formerly Ty



Tyrone had been working Wascomat, a company that provided washing machine parts to various companies. He worked there for five years during the summer. During that five years there were a few receptionists that answered the phone and took requests for parts that Tyrone had to receive. 

There were about three other guys working there with him that he wasn't attracted to. But the summer of 2001 was when he found himself attracted to a man named Frank that worked from 10 a.m. to 8 p.m. Tyrone worked there from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m.

Well, this summer Tyrone didn't work from late June to late August. He worked for one week late August. That was the week that he met Frank. A Latino man with a slightly good build. The usual attire for this handy work was boots, blue jeans and the Wascomat shirt. Tyrone didn't wear the Wascomat shirt he rather wore his own style of T-shirts. 

The place Tyrone was working had many aisles that featured parts. Tyrone had to pull these parts, they were labeled with numbers. The two other workers, Kumar and Richie were away on vacation that friday. Thomas was outside usually but came in to pull parts from orders received from the receptionists.

There was this one receptionist that wasn't as un-attractive the other two women. Eileen, the beautiful receptionist, her brunette hair curled down to her neck. Her pantsuit was all black except for her T-shirt under the small, black button jacket. 

She was a petite young 27 year-old woman that didn't have all the right curves but was a beauty. Her 30a breasts were just right for her age. But her beauty cost her, almost everyday for that week Frank harrassed her. You see, the air conditioner would be on that friday and she got cold. Her nipples were hard and Frank harassed her.

Eileen had an order for parts that she gave to Frank. The parts were upstairs and Frank escorted her upstairs. The upstairs portion of the area wasn't that big at all. Infact it was just above the aisles. The floor was metal as was the steps. There were many parts upstairs and they dodged them to get to the part that she wanted.

They went all the way to the left where there was two chairs opposite each other. The two chairs was where Tyrone would sit and each his lunch every day. Frank looked for the part against the shelves while Eileen sat in one of the chairs. Frank turned around and all of a sudden, he saw Eileen rubbing herself.

"You know, you talk about my nipples being hard and everything, why don't you come show me what you would do to me" said Eileen.

"Well, um, what do you want to do?" said Frank. Eileen got out from the chair and removed her pantsuit. She pulled off Frank's blue denim shirt and rubbed his six-pack. They kissed slowly as she pushed Frank onto the chair. She unzipped his jeans, pulled out his cock from his boxers and saw what he was hiding.

She wrapped her lips around his swollen member and slowly but progressively bobbed her head back and forth going faster and faster with every bob. Eileen sucked his cock real good and started to jerk him into her mouth. Frank moaned and he could feel his load about to burst into her mouth.

Tyrone had just gotten back from the store and wanted to go upstairs and enjoy his lunch. So he proggressed up the stairs with his lunch in is hand and went to the left where his chair was. He was surprised to hear Frank moaning and wanted to check it out. "Maybe he's jerking off" thought Tyrone. 

But Tyrone walked over to see Eileen sucking Frank's cock. He came just at the right time. Frank busted all over Eileen's face and into her mouth. She had his load all over her face when she saw Tyrone. She slowly walked over to him naked while Frank relaxed in the chair.

"Hey stud, do you wanna join?" asked Eileen. Tyrone wasn't sure what to do. "Why don't you kiss me? Does this cum scare you?" said Eileen. Tyrone wasn't scared and he slowly moved towards her lips with a big piece of cum on them. He gently kissed and tasted Frank's cum.

"So you aren't scared after all, why don't you sit right here" said Eileen. She moved both chairs aside each other while Tyrone took off his shirt and unzipped his jeans, releasing his cock from his boxers. Eileen saw this but she didn't want to suck his cock. She wanted to get to Frank first.

Eileen turned around and sat on Frank's cock. But before it touched her pussy she got up and turned around. "How bad do you want this Frank?"

"I want it bad baby" responded Frank. 

"Ok, if you want this pussy that bad then I want you two, to jerk each other off" said Eileen.

"Hell no!" said Frank. 

"Ok, then I guess I'll be going" said Eileen.

"Alright, let's do it Ty" said Frank. Tyrone wasn't sure either, but he was willing to try it. They reached over to the other's cock and slowly pumped each other. Eileen loved this and sat on one of the boxes. She mastubated while watching them jerk each othe off.

"Ok, that's it. Now I want you to suck his dick Ty" said Eileen. Tyrone slowly got up off the chair and got on his knees in front of Frank. Frank closed his eyes, he imagined that it was Eileen sucking his cock, but when Tyrone started to suck his dick, Frank had no choice but to look down at the young 18 year-old stud with his mouth stuffed.

The moaning of Frank tempted Eileen to masturbate faster and faster. The gasps of Frank left Eileen breathless as she exploded onto the back of Tyrone. Frank felt it again, he soon would explode into Tyrone's mouth. Tyrone felt both loads and he spit Frank's load into Eileen's mouth. Eileen thanked Tyrone and swallowed it. Tyrone was full and he loved his lunch.

"Now, I want one last thing... I want Frank to take it up the ass!!" said Eileen. Frank didn't like the idea. Eileen wanted to pay him back for harrassing her. Tyrone lifted up Frank's legs and slid off Frank's jeans and boxers, Tyrone also slid his off. Frank sat on the chair with his ass in the air easy for Tyrone to penetrate.

The penetration went slowly, but as soon as Tyrone's cock was inside Frank, he pounded Frank's ass hard. "Fuck him faster and harder!!" said Eileen. Tyrone did what she said, he fucked Frank till his ass turned purple. The moans of Frank was covered by Tyrone's hand. Tyrone felt himself cumming, but he didn't want to cum.

"Ok that's it Tyrone, he's had enough" said Eileen. "Frank, I'll let you get yourself together while Tyrone fucks me." Tyrone then sat on his chair while Eileen careened over to him. She then slowly sat on his cock, facing him. Tyrone's cock was all the way inside of Eileen.

"Oh, shit. Ride my cock bitch" moaned Tyrone. Eileen slowly rode his cock. The sensation was great for Eileen. She went up and down on his cock, riding faster with every second of her time. She rode faster and faster as Tyrone pumped her pussy. Eileen was ready to get off Tyrone but she had a great idea.

"Why don't you come and fuck my ass Frank" said Eileen. Frank then moved the chair into position opposite Tyrone's chair. Tyrone and Eileen stopped to let Frank slowly insert his dick into her tight ass. Her petite frame fit the size of her asshole. 

"I love you guys..fuck me!!!" She screamed. The moanes got loader as she jumped on their cocks faster and faster. The guys couldn't handle her tight holes and felt themselves about to release their loads.

"I'm gonna cum!!" moaned both guys. Eileen got off them and got on her knees to receive the cumshot once again. The guys lended a hand to each and Tyrone jerked Frank off as Frank did the same to Tyrone. Eileen's mouth was wide opened and received their loads. They both gagged as they came on her beautiful face.

"So where's that part I need?" asked Eileen as she put her clothes on.

"Right here." said Frank. He gave her the part and she blew a kiss to both guys.

"So where do we go from here?" asked Tyrone.

"Nowhere, we just have to face the fact that we had our first gay experience on the job." responded Frank.

"Well, I had a nice lunch." said Tyrone. "If I don't see you again, then I'll see you next summer." They both left downstairs. 

"Fuck him hard!!" screamed Eileen.

Summer Job



[Thank you for your comments on my previous tales. It helps one’s confidence and learn from his mistake. Please keep the feedback coming. Your votes are much appreciated, as well.]

Part I – Discovery

I recently graduated from college, but I don’t want to join corporate America just yet. On my dad’s suggestion, I volunteered to help out Uncle Phil with his little hardware store in a small town in New Hampshire. Uncle Phil is my mom’s step brother. There is quite an age difference between them. My mother is in her early forties, but Uncle Phil will be 59 this coming November. Mom tells us never-ending stories of how nice Uncle Phil is and how he took care of her when she was a kid. 

He never had kids of his own. His wife died not long after they got married. It took decades before he finally learned to let her go, meet somebody and remarried. He married a much younger woman Aunt Edna. They didn’t have kids, either. At the time of the wedding, Edna was 35 and Phil was already 50. I don’t blame him. Aunt Edna was hot. I was a horny teenager, then. I masturbated to lascivious fantasies about Edna. I feel somewhat guilty of having such dirty thoughts, but I can always blame youth. 

Although, Edna was the element of my every sexual dream, she is not the slutty type. She dresses very conservatively and very demure. This fact made my guilt feeling more intense. Although she was normally quiet and doesn’t say much, she is very pleasant to talk to once you get her started. 

A few weeks into my new job, my uncle requested me to take the rest of the day off to help Edna get rid of some junk that has been collecting dust in the attic and basement. I am in the middle of unloading boxes from my uncle’s basement when the phone started ringing. After 5 rings, I decided to go down to get the phone. Edna might be in the back yard and didn’t bring the wireless phone with her.

I greeted the caller my usual cheerful tone. However, I started cursing once I realized who is in the other line. “Are you really so eager to get laid last night that you didn’t even bother to let me know that you are leaving? I combed through the bar for at least an hour looking for you. By the way, Andy, I left your car on a ditch somewhere by Mountain Road.” I said pretending to be angry.

I knew Andy from college. We are not really buddies, but we hang out a few times. One day, he went to store to get some materials for his Dad’s project. I recognized him immediately. Since I don’t know anybody else in the area, he designated himself to be my tour guide.  One of the places we frequent is a bar at the edge of town. This is where we were last night.

“Oh man. I must be getting old. My back is hurting from the banging I gave this brawd last night. You should have seen her. Ooooh.. she was hot. I am practically crawling into my house and onto my bed when she dropped me off. How about you? Did you get lucky?” He asked.

“What the hell are you talking about? All the women at the place are old enough to be our mother. The only lady there that came close to our age is with some old geezer with a cane. To each his own, but I am sure that we don’t have the same taste in women.” I replied.

“I think the way you do before I got a taste of mature women. I am telling you that you are missing a lot if you limit yourself to stuck-up girl bitches that have often struck your fancy. Even the most skanky co-ed in campus cannot compare to what you will experience with a real woman. Try it once and you will be hooked. They are insatiable and they will do things with you that you won’t even dream of.” Andy continued.

“So what’s happening this weekend?” I decided to change the topic before he go into the details last night.

“I think I will be a bum today and watch some tv. You are welcome to come over, if you like.” He invited.

“No. Not today. I am helping me aunt move stuff out of the house. I am free tomorrow.” I replied.

“Tell you what. Let’s go fishing tomorrow. Keep the car today. I am not going anywhere. Pick me up at around 7… Damn! I left my prescription in the old lady’s glove compartment. But, the good news is I know her number. You see, I called my house last night using her cell phone to check for messages. And thanks to Caller ID, I will be able to call her back. I have to go to my room to access the machine. Alright, I’ll let you get back to your work. Don’t forget tomorrow 7 o’clock.” Andy’s ranting continued.

“Are you crazy? What if the husband answered the phone?” I asked.

“I am not that stupid. I am calling in behalf of the St. James Episcopal Church. Good bye… Just help me pray that she doesn’t have caller id blocking.” He hanged up.

I am just about to work my way down the stairs when the phone rang again. I picked it up and it’s Andy again. However, this time he sounded frantic.

“Oh my God. Let me ask you a question is you aunt’s name Edna Volpy?” He asked.

“Her name is Edna. However, my uncle last name is Kilmer and I don’t know her maiden name. What are you driving at?” I asked.

His follow-up question is “Does she own an SUV?”

I answered him, “A Land Rover. If you are implying that…”.

He cut me off, “Just humor me. Go to the car and open the glove compartment.”

I have to admit my disgust is replaced by curiosity. With the 2.4 GHz phone, the reception is great, even moving from the basement to the garage. I reached the car, opened the glove compartment and found a folded piece of paper. Now, I am feeling a little bit anxious and angry. 

“Well…” The voice said at the other end of the phone.

I slowly unfold the small sheet and my world started spinning. I cannot believe it. Surely Aunt Edna wouldn’t be picking up strangers in a bar. They are so much in love. How can she do this? 

“Well…” Andy asked again. 

“Andy, if this is one of your prank. It’s not funny. It’s sick.” I huffed at him.

“Oh man… I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. Oh man… What are you going to do? You know that I would never do that to you, right?” Andy said apologetically.

“Don’t worry, Andy. Of course, I know it’s not your fault. You’re just a horny little prick. I have to go now. Shit… I have to decide what to do. I’ll talk to you later.” I hanged up.

Part II – Confrontation

I closed my eyes and leaned back on the Land Rover. I contemplated on whether I should tell my uncle and, more importantly how to tell my uncle. I don’t think such news is easy to swallow. It will destroy him.

My thoughts are interrupted by the adulteress bitch calling my name. Anger exploded from within me. It grew from a tiny spark into an all consuming inferno that made my blood boil. I decided that I will confront my aunt about her infidelity.

I ran up and spew my fury at Edna. I tore at her like a man possessed. At first she denied it. But as soon as I relate to her how I found out, she practically admitted to everything and apologized for being such a slut. She cried and professed her love for Uncle Phil. But it not up to me to accept her apology. I have to tell Phil. 

I head straight for the door. I quickly went around the sofa that is blocking my path to the door. Edna managed to cut me off and stood ground in front of me. I have no where to go. I am stuck between the center table and the leather sofa. However, Edna is a petite woman. I easily pushed her away from me but she grabbed hold on the sleeve of my shirt like her life depended on it. Maybe it does. 

“Let go of me.” I snapped at her and try to swing my arm free.

“Please don’t tell Phil. I swear that it will never happen again. I’ll do anything. Please…” She pleaded between her sobs and sniffles. It’s pathetic really. But I cannot let this female defense tactic dissuade me on what should be done.

I yanked my arm again. This time, I got loose but it is not the only thing that got loose. I heard cloth tearing. It is not mine. But my aunt’s sundress got caught. It broke in half and drop to the floor.

I turned around to checked what happened. Edna’s torn dress is crumpled at her feet. Surprisingly, she is not wearing anything underneath. She is buck naked. Hair tossed, tears flowing down her cheek, mascara running and lipstick smudged. She collapsed on the sofa and gave up hope of improve her predicament. I felt sorry for her. However, I also felt something else. I felt a familiar tingle in my loins.

The lust that has been buried deep inside me erupted from within. As she shook while sobbing, I noticed that, at her age, her breast as still very firm as it jiggled. I don’t know what she did but her nipples are about an inch long that serves as the centerpiece of her large aureoles. Sweat travels down her cleavage as her jugs are pressed together by her arms as her hands are clasped together to cover her nose and mouth. My eyes traveled down her flat stomach to her plump mons which is lightly covered by soft blond hairs. It is disgusting for me to have these thoughts towards my crying aunt, but I find this scene very erotic. My mind eye is picturing fingers rolling and pinching her nipples as another hand is squeezing and rubbing that soft flesh of her mammary. It didn’t stop there. I can picture her luscious cunt being penetrated by a big cock. It’s not Phil’s or Andy’s. It’s my cock. I can almost feel the contraction of her pussy as I plunge my organ into her depths. She wrapped her legs around me to pull me deeper into her. The cock slid fluidly in and out her slippery hole.

She might have noticed that I haven’t left yet. So she reached for my hand to continue her pleading. She wrapped her two sweaty, tear covered hands around my right hand. This woke me up from my reverie and I, instinctively, looked down at her. As I made contact her eyes, sadness has been replaced with joy. I am surprised by her sudden mood change until I realized that I am sporting a huge woody. The tent pushed through the opening of my boxer shorts and pushing through the soft fabric of my sweat pants. I can even trace the slit and the mushroom head as it struggles to get out. It will be unlikely that Edna wouldn’t have noticed it also. Edna took advantage of the situation and changed from being the victim to the aggressor.

“Ow… come on, Dave. I will do anything to keep this thing between us. Absolutely anything…” As she said with a sexy tone, she removed her right hand and started to massage my hard-on. She dragged the shiny manicured nail of her index finger along the underside of the penis and traced the underside of the head. This elicited a moan from my dry throat which encourages her even further.

“Did your friend tell you how I made him shiver by the mere flick of my fingers on his nipples? I love how I excite young guys with my feminine wiles. He is very willing and he is rewarded. He grabbed the armrest of the car will all his might, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he is gasping for breath as my fingers works it magic on his defenseless man-meat. He is squirming on his seat and begging for me to let him cum. But he is not going to get it yet, not until I get mine. However, it left him docile, quiet and panting as I drive to the motel to consummate our tryst.” If this vivid revelation is meant to excite me more, she knows what she is doing. I can feel the pre-cum leaking out of my cock head.

“Let us release this beast that is pointing at me.” Edna grabbed hold of the garter waist and pulled my sweat pants down to my knees. Her face is mere inches from my penis as she executes this maneuver. Her breathe blew warm air on the thick hair of my groin. Her soft hair brushed through the sensitive skin of my penis. The friction sends jolts of electricity throughout my body. My member twitched, in response. With my cock bobbing in the air, she grabbed it with one hand and other reached inside my boxer shorts and cupped my balls. She looked up at me again with a smirk and her face moved closer to my throbbing member. In anticipation on what is going to happen next, I slowly closed my eyes and let me libido take over.

As darkness covered my vision, I saw a glimmer of light. Then a vision of my aunt sucking me cock in the living room of my uncle’s house. This excited me but it also woke me up from the trance that my slutty aunt put me into. I opened my eyes wide. As my aunt is about to devour my manhood, I backed away. I panted as I continued moving back and around the coffee table. My face is flustered as I cannot believe what is happening. 

Edna is shocked by the recent development, but she kept her composure. She must have seen my longing eyes as I moved further away. Despite my recent evidence of self-control, she saw how I am staring at her lips wishing that it is wrapped around my aching cock.  She knows that I am just an inexperienced young lad and no match for a ravenous predator like her. She knows that the lust is still ablaze within me. This sudden enlightenment can easily be drowned. She just have to turn up the heat and the flame will become an all consuming inferno. There was no hope, I may try to struggle but in the end I will be hers. She knows that and she is not going to wait to stake her claim.

“We can’t do this.” I exclaimed while backpedaling. Wrong move. I tripped over my pants, which are, now, rolled down to my ankles. Fortunately, the recliner saved me from having a bad fall. “I can’t do this”, trying to convince myself.

“But you want to, don’t you? You would like to know how it feels to fuck you own aunt.” She stood up and walked towards me. Her hips moved more emphatically than usual. All the while her eyes are trained on mine. Somehow her lips seems more luscious, her breast more tender and pussy more inviting. “Stop resisting, Davey. You don’t stand a chance. You and I know that you yearn for this day to come. Do you ever go through my used panties and sniff them. Or do you steal them and use them to jack off. I bet you peak down my dress every chance you get to get a glimpse of these.” She said as she grabbed her two globes and kneeded them. Although, I never done the things that she is accusing me of, I am picturing myself performing these lewd acts that she put into my head. 

I am overwhelmed with desire for this woman. But this can’t be right. I shouldn’t be doing this. “Stay away from me.” I said but there is no conviction in my voice as she is almost on top of me. She moved on to the recliner. She placed one of her knee on the arm rest and another between my thighs on the seat. She leaned forward putting both hands on the back of the seat. Her breast is now in front of my face. I closed my eyes and turned my head to one side to summon the last of my resistance. “Stay away. Don’t touch me.”

“You don’t really mean that. Do you? I can feel the burning lust that you are repressing. You can’t hold it back for long. You desire this body too much. And I am willing to give it to you and much more. Mmmmhhh… My pussy is so wet and waiting for that magnificent cock of yours to slide in.” She urged. “Feel my nipples they are so hard. They ached to be suckled.” She made sure that I felt them as they slide along my cheek as she moved down and caress my chest. She kissed my cheek and let her tongue explore my earlobes. She then moved to the back of my ears and my neck. She sat down on her heel. One of her soft hands touched my face and turned it towards her. I didn’t put up a fight. I am now looking straight at her gorgeous face. She looked into my longing eyes and decided that it is time to seal my fate. She enclosed my mouth with her lips and started to probe within. I kiss her in response and started exchanging juices. With my sign of surrender and to declare her latest conquest she wrapped both her arms around my neck and sat astride me.

Part III – Sweet Surrender

The beast in me is awakened. There is no way to hold it back. I didn’t care anymore if she is my aunt. Nor did I care if she cheated on my uncle. I am now a very willing accomplice in her scheme. My hormones have already dominated my system that I am turned into a primal animal whose sole purpose is to fuck the hell out of the wanton vixen on top of me.

I guess she was surprised at my transformation, but reveled at her ability to incite such raw lust from a much younger man. I grunted as I attacked her mouth, suck her neck and mash at her breast. My mouth moved down to her nipples. Biting and sucking like a hungry child. Her moans excited me further. I grabbed her tight buns and squeeze it in my callous hands. 

She tightens her grip around my neck, pinning my face between her heavenly breasts. While she rubs her clit and pussy lips along the side of my engorged cock by writhing and undulating her hips, I lick the salty sweat pooling in the valley of her cleavage. Kissing and grazing my tongue on the tender skin of her breast cheeks towards her shoulder bone, to her neck and finally back to her waiting mouth. 

We ravage each others mouth. I grabbed the back neck to pull her closer to me. Our tongues probing deeper and deeper into every crevice. The rhythmic suction grew in intensity after every cycle. After minutes of this furious exchange, we reluctantly let go to catch our breath. Both of us suck in fresh air panting, but yearning for more. All this time, we are staring at each other’s eyes, never blinking. 

She broke the momentary silence as she leaned over. I thought we are going to continue our kissing marathon. But she just pecked me on the lips. Her lips moved to my chin, my adam’s apple, to my chest and finally finding its home on my nipple. She wrapped her soft lips around it and lick me until it is covered with her saliva. She, then, grazed her teeth on the bumpy flesh surrounding the peak. She did this a few more times before lubricating it again with her wet tongue. She playfully bit down at the nipple itself. That illicit a groan from the back of my throat. However, she is looking for more than a groan. She repeated the process again and again but each time biting a little bit harder until I yelled both in pain and in ecstasy. 

Seeming satisfied with her devices, she moved to the floor between my legs. My cock twitch in expectation of what’s to come. She removed the remainder of my clothes and threw it behind her. She rested her arms on my thighs and grabbed on the meat in front of her. She slowly and gently pulled the loose skin up and down the shaft. My cock is painfully hard from her ministrations. Then, her lovely face move in toward my organ while never missing a stroke. Her coarse, warm tongue travels its way from the base to the cock head and back. With my penis, now, somewhat lubricated, her strokes became more even, more rhythmic. Her warm and damp orifice envelops my nut and bounces it against her expert tongue. My cock pointed skyward, but yet I still feel it get harder with each pull of her nimble fingers. 

I guess she had enough of my balls that she shifted northward. Evidently, she enjoyed teasing the hell out of me. As it took her almost a minute before I feel her luscious lips wrapped around my raging cock head. She played with it using her fingernails, rubbing it across her lips like a harmonica, and feeling its warmth on the side of her face.

As soon as she envelops my manhood with her warm, wet mouth, I know I wouldn’t last long. She moved my cock in and out of her mouth in a slow rhythm, while her hand is still jacking me off near the base. The sensation is so exquisite. This lasted for, at least, a minute. Holding my cock straight up, she allows her tongue to encircle the unside of the mushroom head. I squirmed in my seat, pressed my arm deep into the armrest, the veins in my neck strained and let out a helpless moan. This is the first time somebody did this to me. I thrashed my head side to side. It was only seconds of sweet torture but it seems like eternity. After it was over, I slump down panting. All this time, I have been holding my breath to concentrate on the rapture of the moment.




Summer Job



After I calmed down a little bit, I opened my eyes. My beautiful aunt is standing in front of me. Her supple breast partially illuminated by the afternoon sun that peaked through the blinds. Her lips curled up into a gloating smile. I reached out for her and she obliged. She bends down and placed one of her on the armrest to get support. I attempted to grab her neck to move her face closer and savor the juices of her mouth again. But she place her other hand on my throbbing chest and pushed me back. I didn’t resist. She removed her hand from my chest and grabbed my rock hard member. She moved her face down to my lap and started swallowing my manhood. Inch by inch it went down her throat. Slowly but surely my whole penis is inside her ravenous mouth. After I am trapped within the confines of her tight and hot mouth, her throat started pulsating. Along with the rough caress of her tongue, she is bringing me ever so closer to orgasm. 

She felt my cock twitch inside her throat and my balls tighten. I leaned back as I felt the lava in my balls winds its way up. My hips pump a few times to help it along its ultimate eruption. I felt a tickle escape the opening, which the torrent is not far behind. “I’m cumming!” I yelled. As I shut my eyes and focus my energy into spewing everything that I have down my aunt’s throat. Nothing happened. Edna unlatched her lips from my twitching penis and trapped the gushing semen like a dam by gripping the base of my penis with all her might. I thrash, moan and screamed as each convulsion is stymied by her locked fingers. I thought my heart is going to burst out of my chest. The experience is excruciating and yet so erotic. After Edna knows that it safe to let go, she slowly released her fingers and caressed in shaft gently. Clear fluid flowed continuously from the hole on top of my penis. Edna gathered these and rubbed it all around my penis. I never realized how sensitive my cock became after this adverted orgasm. Every contact on the thin epidermis sends jolts of electricity throughout my body. Again I leaned back and moan as she is doing this. She saved the last trickle of pre-cum for herself. Her waited until I received enough to look down and watch her licked it up the bead, swallowed and savored it.

“Oh! my dear boy. That was delicious. I will surely enjoy torturing my new toy.” She said that referring to the pulsating purple meat in front of her. She is confident that I have already accepted by fate and resistance to her advances is no more. I am now her love slave who will religiously fulfill her every whim. She is right. My will is hers. 

“You get me so excited. My own juices are flowing down my thighs.” I can see the fluids that are making her pussy lips shiny and reflects the light from the windows. She sticks her index in her pink cunt and gently removed it. She, then, rubbed and spread the liquid along the puffy lips. She closed her eyes and moans as her pussy shivers in excitement. Her scent is intoxicating. She opened her eyes and caught me staring and licking my lips as she performs her lewd act only a few inches from my face. Taking the cue, she brings her cum covered finger to my lips. I always loved the taste of female juices. But hers, I don’t have to work hard for. I lapped it up like a dog and sucked her finger until every drop of her pungent juices is devoured. She is so amused by my enthusiasm that I caught her by surprise. She was not able to prevent me from grabbing her hips and attaching my mouth to her sweet fountain. 

She placed her hands on my shoulders and tries to push me away. I would not let that happen. She wants to be in control. But her whimper of defiance soon turns to moans of ecstasy. Her fingers entangle themselves around my hair and she encourages me further. I was in heaven. Aside from a few gentle wisps of blond hair, her crotch is very well trimmed. While my hands are busy caressing and kneading her smooth behind, hers are now scratching my back. I can feel the stinging of my flesh as her fingernails rip through them. This somehow excited me more. A woman gripped by ecstasy is most erotic for me. I increased by effort and did all the tricks that I know. I licked. I prod. I sucked. I flicked and bit. “Oh, my boy. That is wonderf… ahhh… Oh god… mhhhpphh… Don…” She is incoherent, as she gyrates her hips and ass, forcing her groin into my face. I didn’t let up. She is now in her tiptoes with my arm supporting her weight. Sadly, I can only carry her for so long. 

As soon as I let her go, she held my face with both hands and looked at me. She moved her thumb across my lips, which I immediately suckled. She broke eye contact, turn around and carelessly brush away everything that are on top of the coffee table – magazines, glass dish, candy jars… She turned back towards me and gracefully slid on top of the table. She vulgarly open her legs wide, exposing her messy cunt. She cupped and started to massage it roughly. “Come here, my dear nephew. Finish what you started. Make me cum with your wonderful tongue. Then afterwards, I would let you fuck me.” She urged.

Seems like a good bargain, so I drove for it. I ate her pussy like I never did before. She wrapped her legs behind my head. Feeling that she wrestled the upper hand again, she started the dirty talk. “You love eating pussy. Don’t you, my dear boy? How you like auntie’s juices? Is it sweeter and thicker than the young girls you’ve been with? Go on, lap it up. Let the sweet nectar go through your system.” As she get closer and closer to orgasm, her lewd language turns to moans and yelps. Her grasp on my hair get tighter as she mash her cunt into my face. I pushed two fingers into her hole as I continued licking and sucking on her clitoris. She is getting frantic as her hips are pumping up and down as I am relentless in attacking her womanhood. As her orgasm hits, she convulses. Her hips are pumping mad on the air. Torrents of fluids flowed out of her vagina. With more lubrication, my fingers are able to pump harder and faster into her twat. She yells and cries in agony. Her juices are now dripping into my hands and down to the table. The scent from her flowing river is probably the most potent aphrodisiac that a man can endure. As her rapture died down, I removed my fingers and clamped my lips on the opening and suck out and drain every drop of her cum into my mouth. I looked up and saw her watching me. She finally released her grip on my hair and smiled appreciatively.  I felt her twitch a few more times as I lick her clean. 

I stood up holding my cock taking aim at her sloppy pussy. However, when I leaned in for the penetration, she pushed me away gently with her foot. I looked at her dumbfounded. I thought we had an agreement. She must have realized what has gone into my head. “Patience, my dear. As much as I wanted that monster inside of me, I want to play with it first. You seemed to have lost some of that rage. I want that uncontrolled animal back first.” She said as sit up straight and rolled her fingers around my hard-on. I put my hands on her shoulders to push her down. But she squeezed hard on my cock and push me back up. “You’ll get your chance. Just be a good boy, for now and let Auntie take care of you.” She started jacking me off with one hard, while the other played with her own clit.

“Hand me that lotion.” She pointed to floor on my left. I bent down to get it but her hands didn’t let go of my penis. I have to balance myself so that I won’t topple us both. I picked up the bottle and handed it to her. She finally let go and squeeze out the creamy liquid and draw 2 lines directly on penis. She drop the bottle and spread the lotion evenly throughout the length, the head and even my balls. It didn’t stop there, she moved her fingers under my scrotum towards my anus. I have thought about it, but never actually done it. She smooth her fingers around the sphincter and poked at it slightly. I looked at her in anticipation. My cock grew harder and twitch in front of her. While teasing the opening, she smiled and said, “Ooohh, we have a virgin here. You know I can make you cum without even touching your cock. You will resist, at first. But after I penetrated you and find your prostate. I can make you ejaculate until your eyes pops out. But we’ll do that some other time. It will be something to look forward to.” 

She moved her fingers back to my balls, gave them a few firm squeeze, brush the underside of my cock and worked at the cock head. Her fingers rubbed around the cock head and squeezed it through her fingers until it reappears at the other end of her fist. She did it slowly but with enough pressure that I can feel the familiar tingling. While one of her hand is working its magic on me, the other is furiously rubbing and fingering her own sex. Like orchestrating a symphony, she is regulating my excitement so that we will be at the same erotic height when she finally allows me to fuck her. 

I knew she is about ready when I started to hear her moan. She stood and placed one of her leg on top of the table to expose her pussy. She placed one of her hand on my shoulder and the other guiding my meat into her sopping cunt. She looked at me, observing my reaction as her vagina swallowed my penis. I closed my eyes and mouth half-open as I feel the searing heat of her canal flow through the sensitive skin of my cock. I opened my eyes again. She is staring at me, lust burning in her eyes, lips pouted urging me with silent words. I started slow, our motions are in unison, accompanied by the gentle sounds of lovemaking. But nature took over. After only I few seconds, I am pounding her like a mad man. She is clinging to the back of my neck as support while her body is practically hanging as she bend back. Her rhythmic gyrations are replaced by rough humping as her moans are now replaced by screams. 

“Fuck me harder, you piece of shit. Ram that thing into me. Faster, faster. Rip you Auntie in half. Do it. Fuck me.. Fuck me…” After a while, I don’t even comprehend what she is saying, for I am in the verge of cumming myself. She jump on me, wrapping her legs around me waist. I grabbed on her tight ass. Our pumping became more torrid. I tried to hold it back. I tried to warn her. But her pussy gripped tight on me. Every nerve in my cock sends shockwaves to my brain.  On top of that with the pace that my penis is ripping through her, I didn’t get the chance. Orgasm ripped through me like a million volts. I yelled on top of my lungs. Semen spurted into my aunt like a hose. I though it will never end, three.. four.. five.. it kept going. I have never reached these levels of rapture before. My eyes are shut so hard that I am seeing stars.

I know that my knees could not hold up anymore. So I gently lay her down on the table and stop my thrusting. However, Edna would have non of that. “Don’t stop, you piece of shit. I am almost there.” I obliged but the post orgasm soreness is giving me sensations that my system cannot handle. However, I don’t really have much of a choice. Edna has her legs still wrapped around me and she is practically performing the whole act by herself. I though my heart will burst from the thrill that our continued copulation is doing to my sensitive penis. I finally felt her spasm under me. She convulsed about five times, each time contracting her cunt which send more shockwaves to my body. 

Our breathing slowed as the post orgasmic bliss takes over. My cock soften and slipped out by its own. Aunt Edna is laying on the table catching her breath. I am still on top her supporting myself by my hands and knees. We are both dripping in sweat. We looked at each other and followed that with a soul-searching kiss.

Part 4 - Aftermath

The afternoon passed. We both showered (separately). I locked myself in my room, while she started preparing dinner. Time brought guilt back into my soul. Not only did I not tell my own uncle about his wife’s infidelity. I screwed her on top of that. I bet my parents will be pound of me now. I don’t know how I can live with myself. I know that this won’t be our last encounter with my aunt, knowing what a slut she is. The best solution is to return home. 

Phil came home with his usual glee and Aunt Edna greeted him like nothing happened. Me? I am so wracked up that I cannot even make eye contact with him. I was quiet during dinner which Phil immediately noticed. I told him that I was just plain tired. “Your Aunt Edna must have worked you pretty hard, today.” Phil said jokingly. “Nothing that our big boy can’t handle.” She replied giving me that knowing grin. 

Normally, it’s my turn to clean the dishes. But Phil insisted that he’ll do it. He told me to go up to room and rest. I went up to my room but I didn’t rest. I lay in bed pondering on what my next move will be. However, recalling the events earlier is bringing me another hard on. I hate myself for being so weak, for letting me aunt seduce me and involving me in her sinful world.

I heard Phil turn off the tap. He will be taking his shower before her sleeps. This will be my chance to confront Edna. I silently move down the stairs and make sure that Phil is in the bathroom. Edna is watching TV so I went to the living room and have a serious talk with her. She immediately attacked me with her sensuality. She is wearing a robe but, I know, underneath she is wearing sexy lingerie. I know that because I would sometimes peak into their room if I go down to get a drink in the middle of the night.

“Would my dear nephew like to be tuck into bed tonight?” She flirted. I gave her the angry look but I felt the stirrings in my cock. How can she have such a control over me? I cut her off, “This thing have to stop. We shouldn’t be doing this. I promise not to tell uncle anything. I don’t want to hurt him. I hope you will stop being a slut, as well.” I demanded.

“Such harsh words.” She said mockingly. “And what will you tell Phil? That you scream and curse the heavens as you spill your seed into his wife’s cunt.”

“Come on… I thought we are having so much fun.” She said teasingly as she untied her robe and exposed her shiny, red satin negligee. “It will be our little secret.” She continued as she held me hand and giving me goosebumps.

“But it’s not right.” I said as I took my hand back from her. 

“Why? Didn’t you enjoy our afternoon tryst?” She moved in closer and grabbed by semi-hard penis. She didn’t need an answer. She can see it my eyes. She knows she can exert her dominance over me anytime. I am but a puppet as soon as she exudes her feminine charms.

I stood up in a jolt as soon as I hear Phil called out. “Honey, any of your friends have daughters old enough for Dave? Maybe, you can introduce him to some of our young ladies.” Edna looked at me with a smile. Her hand is still busy playing with my cock through my pajamas bringing me to a full hard-on.

“Your nephew is a handsome young man. I’m sure he won’t have any trouble fending for himself.” She said adoringly.

“I know that. Where do you think he got his looks from?” He said jokingly. “I just don’t want him to end up with the wrong crowd. Last week, when we went to Ed’s package store, I saw him checking out those S&M and BDSM magazines.” 

“Oh, really?” Edna looked at me and replied. Her eyes glittered and she squeezed my penis tighter. I thought I’m going to cum on my pants. “I’ll see what I can do.” She said looking me straight in the eyes and giving me that mischievous smile.

Phil turned off the shower and Edna immediately released my cock. I ran up the stairs to my room and jack-off envisioning the activities for the weeks to come.



Summer Job



Bradley slammed the door to her room and leaned back against it, gasping for air. Shit, shit, shit. She held out her hands -- they were shaking. She couldn't believe she'd just had a screaming match with her employer. For the past two months she and Parker MacKenzie had coexisted peacefully in the large, empty house. She cleaned and looked after the grounds, and he spent all his time in his office working. Occasionally she'd bring him coffee, a tray of food, and once or twice she'd helped him out with some dictation or filing. They'd developed an easy camaraderie, neither feeling the need to speak much. It was the best summer job she'd ever had, quiet and solitary.

Until she'd been cleaning the master bedroom and found the file with her name on it. Puzzled, she'd sat on the bed and opened it. It was like a condensed biography. Every detail of her life, every foster home she'd been in, every school she'd attended, lists of friends and teachers -- everything right down to her favorite foods. Stunned, Bradley simply sat there for several minutes, trying to figure it out. Why on earth would he have a file like this? Then anger, swift and hot, flooded her. She'd never been so angry in her entire life. Clutching the file, she'd gone up to his office, barged in without bothering to knock, and tossed the file on the desk so that the contents spilled all over the place, some of it cascading into his lap.

Parker glanced at her calmly, the phone to his ear. "Let me call you back, Mike." He hung up and sat back, waiting.

Bradley couldn't believe he was so calm, so cool. "What the fuck is this?" she asked, gesturing at the mess of papers.

"This is none of your business."

Bradley stared at him. "My life is none of my business?"

"Bradley, I do background checks on everyone who crosses my threshold. I'm careful."

"You're invasive."

The argument escalated from there, until they were shouting at each other. Bradley had never in her life had a screaming fight with anyone. Ever. But for some inexplicable reason she found her temper boiling over, completely out of control. Finally, some dim corner of her brain still operating on common sense told her it was time to leave. Turning, she'd stormed out of his office, ignoring him as he shouted her name, and run up to her room.

Now what? She had to pack her things. There was no way she could finish out the summer here. Feeling over heated and overwhelmed, she headed for the bathroom.

Bradley bent over the sink and splashed double handfuls of cold water onto her face. The argument had left her flushed, her dark green eyes blazing as though she had a fever. The back of her neck felt hot, and she trickled water over it, hanging her head down, with her thick dark curls shutting out the rest of the room like a curtain. She took deep breaths. She couldn't believe she'd actually shouted at him like that. Her heart was still racing. She sipped at the water. Her throat was tight and aching.

Shit. He'd expect her out first thing in the morning, most likely. She'd have to find a new place to stay and a new job asap. Sighing, Bradley straightened up, placing her palms on the counter, eyes closed, trying to gather her thoughts. She opened her eyes and looked at her reflection -- and over her shoulder she saw Parker, standing in the doorway.

Startled, she froze, and stared mutely as he walked up behind her, his eyes locked on hers in the mirror. Before she could react, he placed his hands over hers on the counter, and she felt him press against her back. She started to pull her hands away, but he pressed firmly down, holding them in place. He was still looking into her eyes in the mirror, and the expression in them made her stomach feel heavy and tingly with unease.

"What are you doing?" she managed, but it came out strained, almost a whisper.

He turned his head and bit her neck.

"Jesus!" Bradley wrenched her arms free and spun around to shove him back. They struggled briefly, and then he had her arms behind her back, forcing her wrists up between her shoulder blades so that she struggled to stay on her toes to ease the pain. He held her wrists with one hand, and with the other he grabbed a fistful of her hair, and kissed her. Bradley writhed, trying to escape his grasp.

"Stop!" she managed to get out.

Parker laughed. "Impossible," he said. "Walk." And he spun her about, wrenching her wrists so that she cried out and staggered. He guided her out of the bathroom, into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. He threw her down onto the bed. She immediately scrambled for the other side, but he caught a fistful of her shirt and hauled her back. She turned to face him, bringing her right elbow up and ramming it into his jaw, and followed it up with a hard left hook. Parker shrugged the blows off. Gathering two fistfuls of her shirt, he ripped it apart and tossed it aside. He fell on top of her, pinning her squirming body to the mattress. They thrashed across it, fighting fiercely. He didn't hit her -- he didn't have to. He was nearly a full foot taller and at least sixty pounds of solid muscle heavier. It was like punching a wall; he never even flinched. In the midst of blocking her wild blows, he somehow managed to unbutton her jeans, and plunged his hand into them. Bradley gave a ragged gasp as his fingers pressed between her thighs, immediately finding her most vulnerable spot. She abruptly stilled, as though if she didn't move he might not either. Their faces were centimeters apart; his dark brown eyes looked into hers with something very akin to amusement as his fingers gently explored her.

"Parker, please stop," Bradley whimpered, pushing in vain at his arms.

Parker laughed softly, kissing her lips gently. "Say that again," he murmured against her mouth.

"Please stop," Bradley said with careful enunciation. Her throat was closing up, threatening tears, and she clenched her jaw in an effort to hold them back.

"Spread your legs."

"No."

"Bradley-"

"Stop!" she shouted, erupting again in a frenzy of kicking and clawing.

Parker rose up on his knees, and bodily lifted her and threw her down on her stomach. He held her down with a hand to the back of her neck and peeled her jeans off as she thrashed and struggled. He removed every last scrap of her clothes, and then one-handed, he yanked his own shirt over his head and pushed his jeans off. He rolled her onto her back again. It was a magnificent fight to pin her down again. She was remarkably strong for a slender thing of only 18 years. Parker had to damn near break her arm before he managed to cover her body with his again. Still she strained so hard that it was like lying on a bucking bronco. Parker wrestled her arms to the mattress, pinned them there. Her breasts, so soft and full, pressed against his chest, and he longed to find out what they felt like in his mouth. But that would have to wait.

"Bradley!"

She shook her head wildly, tears streaming down her face.

"Bradley!" he shouted.

"What!"

"Look at me! Look at me!" Parker waited until her panicked eyes were on his, and then said, "That's it. Just look at me." And he plunged himself into her.

He hadn't expected her to be a virgin.

Bradley screamed. One loud, piercing shriek, and then she bit it off, pressing her face into his neck. Parker held her as she struggled to breathe, waiting for a little of the tension to ease out of her. After a while he tilted her head back and kissed her. Her nails were punching bloody crescents in his biceps.

"I didn't know."

"You didn't ask," she said, her voice trembling.

"I'm sorry."

"No, you're not."

He smiled. "No, I'm not." He moved inside her, gently. "Christ you feel good." He positioned himself carefully, and then pressed into her, rotating his hips in a circular motion. He was rewarded by a quick gasp, her eyes widening slightly. He propped himself up on his elbows, her wrists still clasped firmly in his hands, and kept up a steady rhythmic friction against her clit, watching her face intently. She gave an occasional half-hearted struggle, but after a few minutes her writhings were of a different nature. Her eyes grew unfocused, her breath came quicker. She began moving her hips, just a little, to match his rhythm, pressing herself harder against him. She made a small sound, and he smiled, bent his head to kiss her neck and whisper, "That's it." He closed his eyes and reveled in the feel of her young, firm body moving in time to his, arching up to meet him. A few seconds later she was panting, straining up towards him. He felt it when it happened, felt the pulsing contractions deep inside her, felt her stomach quiver beneath his, felt her entire body lift and shudder with the force of the orgasm. She cried out near his ear, and his hands tightened convulsively on her wrists. He kept moving until he'd wrung a sharp, gasping cry from her. Then he stilled, and lifted himself to look down at her again.

Bradley looked up at him, amazement written clearly on her beautiful features. A forgotten tear escaped from the corner of her eye and slipped down into her hair. Parker finally released her wrists, and she lay there, still tingling with the aftermath, unsure of what to do. He bent his head and kissed her. She didn't respond, and he gently pried her jaw open with his fingers, and slid his tongue into her mouth. He began fucking her with long, slow strokes. She was impossibly tight, and incredibly hot. Some little sound came out of her, and he caught it in his mouth like honey. He thrust harder, and she made the noise again. Parker gathered her up in his arms, holding her tight, feeling her mouth finally come to life beneath his, and he forced as many sounds from her as he could, gradually increasing his pace and force. He buried his hands in her hair, clutched tight fistfuls of it, and finally gave in to his desire, pounding into her as hard and deep he could. Now she was crying out loudly, her head thrown back, her nails digging into his back and leaving long, angry red welts. The orgasm built slowly, and when it thundered through him it forced a guttural cry out of him, bowing his back so that he strained to be as deeply inside her as he could get. It was one of the strongest orgasms he'd ever had. It left him shuddering and gasping. He collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her hair while his heart tried to hammer its way out of his chest.

They lay there for long, quiet minutes, with only the sound of their heavy breathing to fill the silence. Bradley felt her heartbeat gradually return to normal. She felt slightly unreal. Parker's sweaty weight atop her kept her firmly pinned, and though he was no longer hard, he was still inside her, in that fiercely aching place between her legs. Bradley shifted slightly, and winced. Parker lifted himself and looked down at her.

"Are you okay?"

Bradley stared at him a moment. "No."

Parker carefully moved off her, and went into the bathroom. She heard the shower turn on. In a moment he re-emerged, and held his hand out. She eyed it, then slowly took it, and let him help her up. She gritted her teeth as she stood and limped into the bathroom. She got into the steamy shower, and Parker followed her. She refused to look at him, briskly soaping herself up. He didn't say anything, merely washed himself, but after he was done he took her gently by the shoulders and turned her towards him.

"Look at me."

Bradley looked at his feet. It was the first time she'd ever seen them bare. Slowly, her eyes traveled up his legs, to his now flaccid penis, past his flat abs, his broad chest and muscular arms, all the way up to his handsome face. It was the first time she'd ever seen any man fully naked and up close. She looked into his eyes and suddenly her chin was quivering. She looked away. Parker grasped her chin lightly and turned her face back up to his. He looked into her green eyes, like two leaves trembling with raindrops. He waited.

"Why did you do it?" Bradley asked finally, trying and mostly failing to keep her voice from shaking.

"Because I wanted you. And you wanted me, but you wouldn't admit it."

"But why... like that?" She pushed his hand away and lowered her face as she started to cry.

Parker pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her, rocked her gently from side to side. "The fight, I suppose. All that fury and passion. You're magnificent when you're angry, you know that? As soon as you started yelling I wanted to take you on the floor, right there. Honestly.... I think you wanted me to."

Bradley pulled back a little and looked up at him with a slight frown, her eyes dark and undecided. Suddenly she reached up, gripping him hard by the back of the neck, and pulled him down to kiss him hard. They kissed fiercely, bruisingly. Parker pushed her up against the slick tiled wall and lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist. Their hands flew over each other, gripping, kneading, scratching. Their lips met savagely as he thrust himself inside her again, too impatient to be gentle. She gave a ragged cry against his lips, but pulled him in tight with her legs. Mixed noises of pain and pleasure filled the shower. Parker groaned as he came again, leaving him feeling weak and shaky. He leaned his forehead against hers, trying to catch his breath.

"Does that mean... you're staying?" he panted.

"Would you let me go?"

He met her eyes. "I'd bar the windows and brick up the doors. You're not going anywhere."

She nodded. "I figured."



Summer Job



This story was written several years ago. I have written under other names including varihotm and varihott, so you may have seen this story before. I thought it was time to bring my stories over to Literotica. This story is partially based on personal experience.




My summer job after my last year of high school was working as a stock boy and all-around helper in a neighborhood mom-and-pop grocery store. They did a very good business on weekends, but it was typically very slow during the middle of the week when customers were few and far-between. The owner was usually off golfing during the week, so running the store was left to me and the store manager, Bob.

Bob usually was out front, waiting on customers, while I stocked shelves and did most of the heavy work, particularly spending time in the back room lifting and unloading boxes, moving 100-pound sacks of potatoes around, then unloading them into 10-pound bags. I was in good shape for the job because I spent a good part of my spare time working out at the local YMCA gym. I was just about 6 feet tall and still growing and weighed about 165 lbs, so I was lean, but had lots of hard muscle so I could do the job.

The only difficulty I had on the job was fending off the advances of Bob. Bob was gay and didn't mind that I knew it. When nobody else was around he'd rub close to me, sometimes letting his hand move across my ass. I quickly pushed him away, though, saying "no way, Bob!" But he often persisted, so I kept having to avoid letting him get too close to me. He was a nice guy and we were friendly, but I knew I had to be firm and not let him take advantage of me. I even thought about quitting the job, but I needed the money and I wasn't sure about how to explain my reason for quitting to my parents.

One hot, slow day in August I was moving and unloading those heavy potato sacks in the back room and getting very hot and sweaty. I took off my t-shirt to cool down, but the sweat was still dripping off my body. As I worked, I noticed Bob standing in the doorway watching me. I pretended I didn't see him and just kept working. I must admit I didn't mind having my body admired, even though it was by a guy. It made me feel sexy.

I even put it on just a bit by stretching my arms over my head and yawning, then letting my hands move down my torso to wipe the sweat away. I knew I was driving him crazy, and I was kind of enjoying it. Then I heard the bell indicating a customer had come into the store, and I saw Bob moving off to wait on the customer. I guessed that it was good that he wore one of the store's aprons, because it probably hid the bulge in his pants.

I thought no more about it, but 30 minutes later, Bob was by the door again. This time I didn't pretend, but said "Hi Bob, getting an eyeful?" He looked at me awhile, then smiled and said, "You enjoy teasing me with that hot, sexy body, don't you, Johnny? Nothing sexier than a hard-bodied guy with blonde hair and a golden tan, especially when that body is glistening with sweat. I just wish I could see more of it." I laughed and just said, "Don't you wish."

"C'mon, Johnny, why not take those shorts off, it would be cooler, " he persisted. I just kept working and ignored what he said, but then he went a bit further. "I'll tell you what, Johnny, if I bring in some very sexy shorts tomorrow, will you model them for me? I'll give you $20 if you do."

Well, I was trying to earn money for college and this sounded like the easiest 20 bucks I'd ever make, so I replied, "Sure, Bob, what the hell, as long as it's no more than that, I don't see a problem with it. I'll do it."

The next day was even hotter than the previous day, so when I finished stocking shelves I was anxious to get to the back room so I could take my shirt off. And, of course, I was still wondering what kind of shorts Bob was going to have me model. Late in the afternoon, Bob turned the blinds in the store window to the closed position, put the "closed" sign on the door and came to the back room where I was working. Again, I was shirtless and sweating.

Bob walked into the back room. "Here's that $20 I promised, " he said with a smile, "and here's the shorts I want you to wear." He handed me a sack. "I'll go back to close down the register while you change, " Bob said. "And remember, just the shorts, nothing else. That's the deal."

He walked out of the room and I slipped out of the shorts I was wearing. Standing there in my jockey shorts, I pulled some levi cut-offs out of the bag. They were cut very short, with one leg slit up to the beltline. Part of the back had been cut away. I realized I promised only the shorts, so I slipped the jockey shorts off and slid the cut-offs up my legs. They were pretty tight on me, but I managed to slip them on. They didn't leave much to the imagination, since the only thing covering my ass was a seam up the middle, baring the cheeks of my ass on both sides.

I was feeling very sexy and wishing I had mirror so I could see what I looked like, when Bob walked in. "Jeezuz, you are one hot guy, Johnny. C'mon, turn around so I can see them from behind." I slowly turned around, letting my hand move up my thigh as I turned. I felt sexy, very sexy and pulled what there was of a shorts leg away from my body so he could see the naked outline of my ass as I turned.

When I was turned away from him I didn't need a mirror to know that he could see most of my ass. I could feel myself getting hard, knowing I was turning him on, knowing how bad he wanted to touch me.

I bent over and pulled the legs of the levis up so all he could see was the seam of the levis sinking into the crack of my ass. I was hot, very hot, by this time and Bob was nearly panting. "You are so fucking hot I want to rape you, " he said. "C'mon let me touch you, let me suck your cock."

He had taken his shoes and socks off and unbuttoned his shirt. As he talked he took his pants and shorts off revealing a rigid 9-inch cock. "Give it to me, baby, c'mon I need it bad. I'll give you $50 if you let me suck your cock, c'mon, c'mon, please, give it to me, give it to me."

I turned toward him, and let my hand move over the front of the shorts, over my now hard cock. I was close to the point of no resistance, and the offer of $50 was all I needed to let it happen.

"Sure, Bobby, why not. I can make $50 and enjoy my work, so why the hell not." I unbuttoned the levis and slowly pulled the zipper down. As my hand reached inside to touch my cock, the shorts fell to the floor. I was naked, I was hard and I was hot.

Bob come toward me, his hands reaching out to touch me. One hand moved up the length of my 7-inch cock, while the other started to caress my ass. He pulled me closer and moved his lips near mine. I turned my head away, resisting at least this advance. "Someday you'll beg for it, Johnny, just you wait, " he whispered, as his lips and tongue began tracing a line across my chest, down my abdomen.

One of his hands remained on my cock while the other pressed into the crack of my ass. My cock was throbbing by this time, hard, swollen, waiting to explode. His tongue reached out to touch the head of my cock, I heard myself moaning, wanting it, wanting him to suck me, wanting to cum in his eager mouth.  

His tongue continued swirling around my cock as his lips parted and he took my cock in his mouth, deep in his mouth, licking, sucking, sucking, licking. Ohhh, god, it felt so fucking good, I was so fucking hot. I started cumming, then thrust my cock forward, cumming, exploding in his mouth. "Yesss, yessss, oh fuck, Bob, oh god, it feels sooo good...so fucking good."

He was taking it all, continuing his sucking and licking, swallowing my cum as my body tensed and gyrated and my cock pumped his mouth full. As I slowly slid toward the floor, completely exhausted, completely satisfied, I watched Bob, his cum-covered face, his eyes glazed as if he were in a trance as he stroked his long cock, then erupted in an orgasm that must have lasted for a full minute, spurting cum over himself and me. His voice was not much more than a whisper, "Oh, baby, you're good Johnny, you're so fucking sexy and I've got so much to teach you."



Summer Job



I strolled in the door at about five minutes to six and saw Katie sitting behind the counter reading a magazine looking bored as hell. 

"That bad huh?" I offered as I went through the lobby of the ice cream store toward the backroom. Kate just shot me a look and dramatically flipped the page of her magazine. 

"Look on the bright side, you get to catch up on your reading," I shouted as I walked through the "employees only" door, knowing I would not get any response beyond an eyeroll. 

I picked up the daily log to see how bad the numbers were and walked through the backroom to the service area behind the counter with Katie. Katie was sitting on a stool by the cash register, wearing an oversized gray hooded sweatshirt and a pair of short khaki shorts as she leafed though a Cosmo. 

"Amy call in?" I asked.

"She went to have dinner with Chris. Should be in soon," Katie mumbled without looking up from the "How to satisfy your man quiz".  

I was in between junior and senior year of college and working nights at Avery's Ice Cream. I'd been working there since it opened five years earlier and the brothers that owned the place had made me the night manager shortly after I started. Katie had been working there since we opened. When she was first hired and was sixteen, she was cute and sassy but nothing to write home about. I'd kept my eye on her over the last two years since there was an obvious attraction. Katie had always had a good personality, was a hard worker but mostly I liked that she could give it as well as she could take it. The flirtations had always been there but escalated this summer especially after one of her friends let it drop that she had a huge crush on me. It also didn't hurt that she really came into her body over the last year. While the uniform white t-shirt and khaki shorts allowed me a pretty good view of all the girls that worked there, most of the girls wore sports bras underneath for work. I really got to check Katie out a week before when she left work early to go to a party and changed into a tank top and jean shorts that really showed offer her C-cup tits and tight ass. I was replaying the thought of seeing her bounce out of the store that night while I attended to paperwork in the backroom.

I was working days with a landscaping crew and nights at the ice cream store to put together my college money and was burning the candles at both ends so I didn't have too much time to socialize and the girls I worked with at the store were the females I interacted with the most those days. 

"I'm going across the street for a red bull. You want anything?" I asked Katie as I rounded back into the serving area. 

She turned with a mischevious grin and took $15 out of the tip jar and slapped it on the counter.

"Tea or lemonade?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

Katie smirked, "Lemonade please." 

My management style had become pretty lax and I frequently bought the girls booze from the mini-mart across from the ice cream store. The girls liked the danger of a little buzz and it served as a bond between me and the girls I worked with. I grabbed the cash and headed out into the July drizzle that was keeping our clients away. By the time I got back Amy had arrived.

Amy was one of Katie's best friends. Amy was a cute, dark skinned brunette who was really short but had really long hair. Amy was the hippie chick you saw at a phish show wearing the hemp dress that made you wonder if she was knocked up but was clearly stoned and spinning around in a circle. She did not really fit the mold of the girls the owners usually hired (blond, perky, cute) but got the job because Katie recommended her. 

I slid the six pack of hard lemonade across the counter and they both smiled, batted their eyes at me and crooned, "Thanks Charlie."

"Anytime angels."

By the time I got back around to the service counter they had unloaded half of the sixer into three cups. I started going though the close down procedures as the girls chatted about graduation parties and bullshit. 

"A little early for that, isn't it?" said Katie as I cleaned out one of the ice cream machines.

"You said we haven't had a customer since four, even if the rain breaks its barely 60 degrees out there. Might as well get everything ready so we can walk out at 11," I said as I removed the screwnuts that held the faceplate on the ice cream machine.

The girls went back to chatting. 

"Bill is probably going to call and tell me to cut one or both of you since its so slow..."

Amy chimed right up, "Chris is getting off at 9 anyway so I don't care." 

"Can one of you girls grab my nuts for me?" It was my go to innuendo when I was cleaning out the ice cream makers. Both girls let it go past with more than a passing glance. Like clockwork the boss called in.

I gave him the rundown that we had no business and he told me to cut Amy. I hung up and let the girls know. 

Amy chugged the last of her hard lemonade and said "I'm getting out of here before Charlie makes any more nut jokes".

Amy skipped out the door and blew a kiss to Katie. Katie jumped off the stool and stripped off her sweatshirt. 

"If we get everything done early, can we shut down at 10?" she asked.

"Why got a hot date?" I fired back without even looking back from cleaning out the ice cream machine. 

"Yeah. Jealous?"

"Not at all, kid. Actually I should give the poor bastard twenty bucks for taking one for the team," I said as I turned my neck to grin at her. 

Katie had taken her Avery's baseball hat off and undone her pony tail. Her dirty blond hair fell to her shoulders as she restocked the supply counter. 

She gave me the middle finger without looking at me and replied, "Suck it."

I pulled the ice cream blades out of the machine and lugged them back into the back room to the utility sink for the nightly scrub down. A few minutes later Katie came through to get more backroom supplies. Even with the sports bra, that all of the girls had taken to wearing under their t-shirts, her tits had a great bounce to them. I watched her ass as she reached up for a re-stock of cups. 

As she walked back toward the front section I called out, "Katie, I've got my hands full can you handle my nuts?" She came back carrying the four screwnuts in her hand and smiling. 

"You wish I would handle your nuts."

"I just know you can't handle them." I said playfully without looking back at her. 

"Oh I can handle them better than anybody." I knew she was standing behind me. I turned in time to catch her smiling at me and holding the stainless steel nuts in her hand at waist level. Her hazel colored eyes sparkled. We'd flirted heavy like this before but there was always someone else around.

I stepped forward toward her and reached out my hand. "You talk a big game but I don't think you can handle this, stick to your high school boys," I said as I reached toward her hand. She pulled her hand back playfully.

"Trust me, I can handle you and your nuts," she laughed. I stepped forward and she didn't back away. We kept the eye lock. I reached out and brushed her hair over her left ear. 

"If you think your serious you better go lock that door right now." She smirked at me, walked over to the employees only door, closed it behind her and pressed the lock as she stood facing me. 

"Well, make your move, stud," she teased. She added in a toss of her hair. I still wasn't sure if this was a joke but I took the bait. As I walked quickly towards her she dropped the smile. I reached out and grabbed her by the button of her shorts and pulled her into me. She closed her eyes and I leaned in for a kiss. I gave her just enough open mouth to let her know I was for real but didn't give her any tongue yet.  

Even though she was starting college, she was a high schooler through and through; she jammed her tongue into my mouth. I went with it. We kissed there for what seemed like minutes, me pressing her against the locked door. I wanted to grab at her big heaving tits so badly, but I let the suspense build. My touch slid from her hair, down to her neck, shoulder, clavicle, all while keeping the kiss. Finally she arched her back and pushed her tits at me. I let me had slide down to her rock hard nipples. She let out an audible moan. I went for her earlobe with the tips of my teeth.

"Oh Charlie," she moaned. 

I squeezed her tit as she reached down and blindly groped at my cock through my shorts.

"Yes, Charlie. Yes," she moaned into my ear as I slid my hand up under her shirt. 

Suddenly she broke the kiss and put her hand onto my chest. She looked me right in the eye and panted, "lights!" 

I became suddenly aware of the 20 foot florescent sign above the store reminding customers that we were open for business. I kissed Katie hard and moved her from the door toward the office desk in the corner. As we kissed and stumbled toward the desk, I slid my hand down to her shirt and started to pull it up over her stomach. We hit the desk with a thud. Katie pulled her shirt up and off breaking the kiss and giving me time to reach over her shoulder to flip down the light switch that controlled the exterior lighting. I went for her sports bra. Despite the awkward second where her arms were up over her head the image of her round perky white tits bouncing free of the sports bra is burned in my memory. I kissed her again with a lot of tongue as she fumbled with unbuttoning my shorts. I reached down and unbuttoned my shorts and she slid her hand in and grabbed my rock hard cock. Her smooth hand slipped from the head of my dick all the way down the shaft. When she reached the bottom of my cock she coiled her fingers around the base of my dick and began to stroke me furiously. It was an amateur handjob at best and she was ripping the hell out of my cock. I kissed her hard for another minute as she worked over my cock and I slid my hand inside her shorts. Once I unbuttoned her shorts I slid her off the desk and onto the chair. 

I broke the kiss and stood up as I slid my body toward her positioning my cock directly in front of her face. Subtle. She looked up and me and smiled. She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. She began sucking like there was no tomorrow. No one had ever taught her how to give a proper blowjob.

While she continued to try to inhale my cock, I reached down grabbed her hand and moved it to the base of my cock. With my cock still filling her mouth her eyes looked up into mine quizzically. I started to move her hand up and down the base of my shaft. 

Once she got the rhythm down I pulled her mouth off my cock and whispered, "Lick all the way down on the bottom." She stuck out the tip of her tongue and slid it all the way down my cock.  

I kept her hand moving along my cock and whispered, "now lick the tip." 

Without being told she slid her tongue back up the length of my shaft and began to tease the head of my dick with her tongue. She started to understand and began to alternate licks with slight sucks of my dick head.

"Now the balls" I whispered. 

She followed my lead and slid her tongue down the underside of my shaft and began to lick my balls. She started to move her hand off my cock to my balls but I caught it and had her keep jerking me off in rhythm. After giving my balls some attention she slid her tongue back up my shaft and resumed sucking and licking the tip of my cock. The rhythm of her hand strokes combined with this beautiful young girl sucking on the end of my cock was starting to get to me. I thought about how I'd jerked off to her dozens of times and drank in her perky tits jiggling as she jerked my cock. I could feel the pressure building in my balls. 

"Faster," I moaned to her. Her eyes darted back to mine but she didn't miss a beat. She tightened her grip and began jerking my cock as she sucked hard on the tip. I started to thrust a little with my hips.

"I'm gonna cum," I whispered. "You gonna swallow?" 

She looked at me with her big brown eyes and in the heat of her lust I could tell that she never had swallowed cum but she wasn't about to disappoint. She nodded her head up and down without breaking contact with my cock. I almost fired my load just on that look. Her fast pace jerking was too much. I felt the release from my balls and let out a groan. She looked up at me as she continued jerking me. The first load must have been too much because she pulled back as it fired into her mouth. She kept jerking me off but turned her head away as the rest of my load splashed on the wall behind her. She coughed a little and began to look embarrassed. I pulled her up next to me and she released the death grip she had on my cock. I kissed her hard and turned her toward the desk. I pushed my cock toward her still clothed pussy and she pulled me into her. I grabbed her by the hips and slid her up onto the desk. 

We broke the kiss and I began to work my way down her neck toward her heaving tits as my hands slid down to her shorts. I flicked and teased her nipple with my tongue as I slid her shorts and panties off her hips. I could see with the corner of my eye that she had her head thrown back. Her dirty blond hair cascading down her shoulders as I switched to the other nipple. She grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pulled me into her. 

"Oooohhh," she moaned as I slipped my finger around her pussy. 

I broke my contact with her nipple long enough to pull her shorts and panties off over her sneakers. 

I saw her start to kick her white sneakers off and stopped her, "leave them on," I told her. 

She looked at me with the heat of passion in her eyes. I sat down on the chair and pulled her ass toward the front of the desk. I slipped my finger into her waiting pussy as I worked my tongue all around her clit. Shaved. 

"Oh. Oh.Oh.Oh." was all that I heard. I stopped my fingerbang. She started to thrust her hips onto my finger. I had her. I slid her ass further up so she was laying on the desk giving me a great view of her pussy tits and face from my sitting position. 

I slipped my head under my arm and went to work on her taint with my tongue. I could tell by how she tensed up that she was nervous but by her eyes that she wasn't going to stop me. I slid my tongue into her ass.

"Oh my god" she moaned. She started to massage my hair with her hands. I worked my tongue up and down from ass to pussy while I continued my finger bang assault on her. With my other hand I groped through my shorts to find the condom I always kept in the side pocket. Suddenly she grabbed my hair hard with both hands.

"More," she panted. I went wild on her with my fingers and she bucked her ass in the air. She began to drip with cum and thrashed on the desk while moaning,

"more, more, more more, moooooore."

I pulled out and let her lay there with her eyes closed panting. I started to open the condom and she opened her eyes.

"Wow Charlie," is all she stammered. 

She looked at me as I rolled the condom down my cock. She sat up a little. 

"You're not done?" she asked.

I smiled and slid my body closer to hers. She slid her ass further toward the end of the desk and spread her legs. The desk was just the right height for me to slide my cock into her. I teased her for several strokes by rubbing my cock over the top of her shaved pussy. She closed her eyes and let her mouth fall open as she lay flat on her back on the desk. After a few minutes of teasing her with rubbing my cock over her pussy, she reached her arms down and grabbed me by the hips, pulling me toward her. That was my queue. I positioned my cock just at the opening of her pussy. I slipped the head of my dick insider her and she purred. 

Then I stopped. And waited.

She opened her eyes and looked at me.

"What?" she panted.

I couldn't help myself. "Tell me how bad you want it," I ordered. 

"Oh, Charlie, please fuck me. Please fuck me now," she groaned.

I slid my cock into her and she let out another groan. 

"Oh Yes," she said as she closed her eyes and put her head back. 

I had a great rhythm going as I was fucking her and watching her perfect tits bounced up and down. She slid her knees to my waist and hooked her ankles behind my waist as I started to fuck her harder. I realized that I was not going to last long at this pace. 

I slowed my pace of ramming her and bent closer to her. I slid my hands under her back, rammed my cock into her as far as I could and pulled her up off the desk. I picked her up off the desk with my cock still impaling her wet pussy and sat down on the chair with her on top of me. She opened her eyes and kissed me deeply. She started grinding up and down on my cock with her wet pussy as I broke the kiss and began sucking her nipples.

"Oh Charlie," she groaned into my ear as I sucked on her perfect tits.

I lightly slapped her ass while she was riding my cock and whispered in her ear "You like that?"

"Yeeesss," she whispered back. 

After a few minutes I could feel the cum starting to build in my balls, so I reached underneath her thighs with both of my arms and stood up impaling her pussy with my cock again. This time I held her in that position. I looked into her eyes.

"You ready?" 

She looked at me and nodded even though I could tell she had no idea what was about to happen. I bent my knees slightly, hooked my hands up so my arms were under her thighs and my hands were around her ass pulling her onto my cock. I started rocking her on my cock and she started to follow my lead as I started slamming my cock into her while I was standing. She threw her head back and I began sucking her tit as I slammed in and out of her. I started fucking her harder. 

"Holy shit," she groaned. "Holy shit, holy shit," was all she could stammer. I kept hammering away at her pussy and sucking on her tits. I felt her pussy getting wetter as she clutched my back.

"Harder.....faster," she moaned. 

I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I leaned down and laid her on the desk so that her ass was just barely hanging off the end of the desk. I slid her legs up in the air. 

"Fuck me Charlie," she moaned at me.

I pulled out all the way then slammed my cock into her as deep as I could. I started pounding her pussy with fast strokes of my cock. I pushed her legs back toward her head, leaned toward her and began fucking her with everything I had. 

"Oh,Oh, Oh, Oh," was all Katie could say. Watching her tits bounce as she moaned was enough to push me over the top. I fired a load that drained both of my balls into her. We kissed for what seemed like five minutes as my cock spasmed inside her cunt. 

She moaned, "Oh Charlie."

I left my cock in her and asked "Do you need more?"

She left her eyes closed and just shook her head back and forth. I collapsed into her for a minute. I stood up and pulled my cock out of her pussy. She sat up and jumped off the desk. She bent over and started putting on her clothes. 

"I can't believe we really just did that," she said with the mischievous smile returning. 

"I guess you can handle my nuts," I said as I slid my shorts on. 

"I told you, I could," she replied. I drank in her smile, her perky tits and dirty blonde hair now mussed around her head. I pulled her into me and kissed her again. As we broke the kiss I teased her,

"Thought you had a hot date?"

"Yeah, I just did." She smiled and kissed me. 

"What happens now?" she asked.

"You go, I'll clean up. And we'll hope for more rain tomorrow."

She pulled on her sweatshirt, "Ok," she giggled and went for the door.

It was going to be one hell of a summer.



Summer Job



Author's Note: This is my entry into the 2015 Summer Lovin' contest here on Literotica. I hope you enjoy it. Special thanks to all of the members of my writing group, and in particular Blind_Justice for his edits and comments and MSTarot for a few words that motivated me to get to work and finish the story. Any errors or omissions are on me. Please vote and leave a comment if you feel so inclined. Thank you! 

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I slowly stroked my stiff cock as I watched Sam on the big screen in the den. She had recorded her face close-up as she fucked herself with a vibrator, all the while explaining in complete detail what she needed me to do to her. Her lust filled blue eyes pleaded with me; beckoning me to fill her needs and fill her cunt. I could feel my orgasm rapidly approaching, and I stroked myself faster, knowing what was coming next in the video.

"I need you to fuck, me, Eddie. I need you to fuck me," Samantha breathlessly said as she slipped over the edge and into an orgasm. As it had dozens of times before, Sam going over pushed me over as well, causing streams of cum to shoot onto my abdomen and run down the fingers of my hand. The video had ended, and the final frame remained on the screen. Sam, the most beautiful girl I had ever known, was blowing me a kiss.

I slouched back in the recliner and sighed, fighting back the tears that I knew would come. I wished she had never made these videos for me. I knew that I should just delete them all, knowing that I lacked the strength to avoid watching them. All I needed was one moment of courage, and it would be over. It seemed as if that moment would never come, I thought as tears filled my eyes.

I loved Samantha with all my heart. We had been together for two years, and those two years had been the happiest of my life. We were perfect together, or at least I thought we were. Earlier this year, I found out how wrong I had been. Sam was supposed to come over to finalize plans for a trip we had planned together. Instead, she came over and shredded my heart. It was all over in five minutes. I was a great guy and she would always care for me, but I wasn't THE guy for her. That was it.

It was two months later and I was still acting like a pathetic fool, looking at pictures and videos of her and stroking my cock, trying to find some odd way of keeping her in my life. I needed to find a way to let go, but I just didn't know how. I cleaned up my mess as I silently sobbed. The doorbell rang just after I had pulled my shorts back up. I wiped my eyes and tossed the wad of used tissue into the garbage can in the kitchen as I made my way to the front door.

I opened the door and was greeted by an impatient looking mail carrier standing on my front stoop. She had an envelope in her hand, which she handed me when I opened the screen door.

"I need a signature. It's certified."

"Okay," I replied, scrawling my signature and watching as she walked down the driveway to her waiting truck. I looked at the envelope and realized it was from the company that had hired me for a summer internship. I tore open the envelope, pulled out the letter, and began to read. I'd gotten three sentences in and knew my summer plans were shot. They were eliminating all internships for the foreseeable future. There were two paragraphs of gibberish that explained the reasons, but I didn't bother to read them. Why made no difference to me.

I walked up the stairs and into my bedroom, throwing myself on my bed. Suddenly, all I wanted to do was lose myself in sleep. I wasn't delusional enough to believe my problems would disappear if I went to sleep. They'd still be there, but at least I wouldn't have to think about them right now. Evidently, sleep wasn't my friend either, as it eluded me no matter what I did. Fuck, I thought. Instead of spending my last summer as a college student working in a high profile internship, I was going to spend it...how exactly? Flipping burgers in a fast food joint? Beating off to videos of my ex-girlfriend masturbating? 

I got out of bed feeling disgusted with myself and headed into the bathroom to take a shower. I stood under the water for a long time, trying to drown my sorrows in hot water. The only thing I accomplished was draining the hot water tank. I figured that out as the water turned cold, chasing me from the shower. I dried off and got dressed, hoping I could coerce one of my friends to go out for a few beers. I grabbed my phone and dialed Nick, my best friend.

"Hey, Eddie," Nick said when he answered. "What's up?"

"Not a fucking thing, dude. I'm in the mood to get shitfaced. What are you up to?"

"I was just watching some porn," Nick laughed. 

"And you stopped to answer the phone?"

"Don't be ridiculous, bro. I was finished. So what's this getting shitfaced thing about?"

"I'm just pissed. My internship is canceled and I'm fucked for the summer, and not in a good way."

"I'll tell you what. Meet me at Fleming's in a half hour. I wouldn't mind pounding a few brews and shooting some pool."

"Cool. See you there," I said.

I waited twenty minutes before leaving, walking past my car and out into the street. Fleming's was in a small strip mall a few blocks away from my house. With the mood I was in, there was no way I would have been able to drive after I was finished drinking. Better to not have the temptation of the car being there, I thought.

The day was warm and sunny, and I felt better being out of the house and in the fresh air. I nodded to a neighbor who was picking up her mail from the box by the curb as I passed by. Ten minutes, a left and two rights found me walking into the parking lot of the row of stores Fleming's resided in. I noticed Nick's car wasn't yet there, but figured I'd go in and get started.

I walked out of the bright sunlight and into the nearly empty bar, taking a seat on a stool at the far end near the pool tables. I ordered a beer and sipped it as I waited. A few minutes later, Nick walked in and nodded as he walked over. We did the requisite chest bump and man hug before dropping onto our barstools. Nick ordered a beer and took a long pull on it before speaking.

"So what the fuck? They canceled your internship? Why?"

"Some budgetary bullshit. I don't know."

"So that's it? Just like that? Can they do that?"

"I guess they can, because they did," I said with a frown.

"What are you going to do?"

"I have no idea. I guess I'll have to look for some kind of job. I need to make some money this summer."

"You should come up to Vermont with me. This place I work at during the summer is always looking for people. They sent out an email last week saying that they're still looking to fill some jobs."

"That vacation place?" I asked. 

"Yup. You can make a decent amount of money, and have a shitload of fun too."

"I don't know. What's the place like?"

"It's this family resort right on a big lake. They have these group camp programs for kids in the mornings and evenings, and shit for the parents to do while the kids are in group. They have a bunch of cabins and houses spread out around the place. People love it there because they don't have to spend the entire time with their little brats."

"Fuck that. I don't want to be dealing with a bunch of screaming kids," I said. 

"That's the beauty of it. There's a bunch of different jobs. Some you barely even see the kids."

"Still. Doesn't sound up my alley."

"Listen to me, Eddie," Nick said forcefully. "You've been moping around for a couple months because you got dumped. Sooner or later, we all get dumped, Eddie. That's life. This place...you have girls from all over the country, from Canada, some from Europe. Hell, the Russian girls are hot as hell. They make a point of hiring eye candy to keep the guests happy. These are college aged girls looking to earn money and get laid. Do you understand what I'm telling you here, Eddie?"

"I...I don't know if I'm ready for all of that yet, Nick. I just..."

"So what? You go, and you work. Worst thing that happens is you come back with some money. If something good happens, all the better, right?"

I looked at him and nodded. "Fuck it. You're right. What the hell else am I going to do?" 

The next morning, I sent an email to the hiring office at the resort. I received a call within an hour, followed by an email. They needed references and a release so they could do a background check. By the end of the day, I had a tentative approval to work as a server in the dining room. Nick also worked there, so at least I'd know someone when I started. I'd get free lodging, three meals a day, and ten bucks an hour. Not bad, all in all. 

* * * * *

Less than a week later, Nick and I were in my truck, headed north on Route 91 through Connecticut. The drive would take a little over four and a half hours. It was sunny and the traffic was light as we cruised up the highway with the music cranked up to near deafening levels. We made it all the way up to White River Junction before we finally made a pit stop. We had a bite to eat and used the bathroom before jumping back into the truck for the final leg of the journey. Less than two hours later, we arrived at the resort. Nick guided me to the employee parking lot. We parked and walked over to the main building to check in and get our room assignments.

We entered the building and walked up a short light of steps, finding a middle aged woman standing at the counter that served as the guest check-in desk. She had had an average build and short, reddish blonde hair. She reminded me an awful lot of my mom, I thought as we stepped up to the counter. She gave us a friendly smile as we stepped up in front of her.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen." She looked at me, then at Nick. She brought her hand to her chin as she gazed at Nick, waving a finger in the air. "Nick, right?"

Nick nodded and smiled. "I guess I make quite an impression on women of all ages," he deadpanned.

"Save it for the girls, Mr. Peterson. I've been here for twenty years, and I can count on one hand the number of repeat employees that I couldn't name on sight," she said with a chuckle.

"Don't worry, Sally," Nick said. "You don't need to make up a cover story. This can be our little secret. My friend here can keep his mouth shut."

Sally shook her head and laughed. "And you are?" she asked me.

"Edward. Eddie. Eddie Wilson."

"Okay, Edward, Eddie, Eddie Wilson. Welcome to Champlain Resorts. First timer, huh?"

"Yup. First time."

"You're going to have a great summer, Eddie. I promise. You'll work hard, but you'll have a lot of fun too, and maybe even make some lifelong friends."

"You don't need to sell me, Sally. I'm here already," I said with a laugh.

"You're all comedians these days," she said with a pleasant smile. She handed each of us some paperwork to complete, along with a pen. "Go sit inside the dining room and fill these out," she said. "Bring it back here when you're finished, and I'll provide you with room keys and name tags."

I followed Nick into the dining room and we sat at the table closest to the door. We filled out the forms in the silence of the room, which would become a bustling place a few days later. I finished first and stood up, looking around the large room. There was a world map on the wall and there were pins pressed into it, representing the hometown of each employee for this summer season. 

Nick finished and called out to me, and we went back to meet Sally. She scanned the paperwork and nodded before handing us each a key to our room. "You guys will be sharing a room over in Grady on Captain's Road," she said to us. 

"Cool," said Nick. I was in Grady last year too."

Sally handed us hard plastic name tags with our names and the resort's logo on them. "You must wear your name tag when you're on duty," she said. "If you lose it, you have to buy a new one for five dollars. Once you're settled in, feel free to poke around and do whatever you'd like. The pool's open, but the water is cold. The heaters don't go on until the guests arrive on Saturday. You need to be back here at four today for an orientation. Yes, that includes you too, Nick," she said with a knowing smile. "Good luck, guys. We'll see you later."

Nick and I headed back to the car, and he gave me directions to Grady. "How big is this place, Nick?"

"Pretty big. The building we were just in has the dining room, bar and some recreational rooms with pool tables, foosball, and ping pong tables. Close by, there's a gym and field house, the indoor pool, and a couple buildings where they do camp programs for the kids. There are cottages all around the buildings. Pull in here," he said, pointing to a gravel road. "This is where the bike shop is. We can grab bikes now."

"Bikes? Why?"

"You aren't allowed to drive this big pickup around the grounds. You'll have to leave it at Grady. We use the bikes to get around, which is fine until it's raining or you're drunk off your ass. I promise you, both will happen, and happen often."

"Are we close to the main building?"

"No. As the place expanded, they started to buy some small cottages and houses along Captain's Road, which follows the shoreline of the lake. Some of the bigger houses are staff quarters. Some of the smaller ones are guest cottages. We're about half way up the road, and aren't that close to anyone else. It's far to the main building, but we don't get the noise complaints that the closer staff housing gets." 

I brought the truck to a stop near a large, garage-like structure with hundreds of bikes lined up out front. There were two people outside, both tending to bicycles. Nick got out and shook hands with one of them, a guy named Pete that he'd met the previous year. He didn't know the other one, who apparently was another newbie like me. After a few minutes of chatting, we selected a bike for each of us and put it into the back of the truck. A few minutes later, we pulled up into the dirt driveway of Grady.

We brought our stuff inside and into our room. We were in one of three bedrooms on the second floor. There were two bedrooms on the lower floor, along with a small living room and a tiny kitchenette sporting a small fridge, a coffee maker and a microwave. Our room was a decent size, perhaps fifteen feet by fifteen feet. It housed two beds, two dressers, and a closet. There was a bathroom down the hall that we'd share with four other people. 

Within a half hour, we were unpacked and I was lying on my bed as Nick bounced around the room. He looked at me and shook his head, rolling his eyes in the process.

"How about we have a little contest, Eddie? Fifty bucks to the first one that gets laid."

"Come on, Nick. That's the last thing on my mind right now."

"It should be the first, my friend. That's what you need. You get knocked on your ass, you need to get right back up again."

"I know you're right, but..."

"But nothing. Get into your bathing suit. We're going by the pool until we hit the orientation. It's beautiful outside, and that's where a lot of the girls will be. Trust me. If nothing else, you'll get a little color on that pale white skin of yours."

"What the hell, right? I'd rather be lazing around out in the sun than in here," I said as I stood up and opened a drawer to get my bathing suit.

"So we're on then," Nick said with a grin. "Fifty bucks."

"You're nuts Nick," I said as I slipped on my bathing suit. "You get yourself, laid...don't come looking for money. There's no bet."

"We'll see about that, my friend," Nick replied as he bounded down the stairs.

Moments later we were on our bikes pedaling down a gravel road toward the pool. There were cottages and houses lining both sides of the road. Beyond the houses to our left lay Lake Champlain, which became visible when we crested a hill and the houses gave way to a public access beach and boat ramp. The pool area was a short distance further down the road, and consisted of a large, L-shaped outdoor pool and a barn-like structure which housed the indoor pool. The road ended in a T, and we turned left and rode until we reached the inclined gravel drive for the pool area. We rode to the top and put our bikes into one of several bike racks that had been placed alongside the pool fence.

I followed Nick through the gate and over to big wooden box that was placed by the lifeguard's chair. Of course, the bastard had made a beeline right over to the cute blonde who was sitting in the chair watching over the pool. She looked at Nick and broke into a big grin before jumping up and giving him a big hug.

"Nick! How have you been?"

He looked over his shoulder and gave me a wink. Nick is one of those guys that connects with woman so easily, partly because he has no fear of rejection. He stands a few inches under six feet tall, with a thick and muscular build that came about without much effort. His dark hair, eyes, and complexion reveal his Mediterranean heritage. Over the years, I've watched many girls swoon over him, despite the fact that they should have known better.

"It's been a good year, Lauren. A really good year. How about you?"

"Awesome. I spent this past year in Paris on an exchange program. It was an unbelievable experience."

Nick backed away and gave her the once over. "How is it possible you're even hotter this year than you were last year?" he said with that confident smile of his.

Lauren smiled and rolled her eyes. "Same old Nick, huh? But thank you just the same," she said with a grin. "Who's this with you?" she asked as she peered around Nick at me.

"He's a buddy from back home. Eddie Wilson."

"Hello, Eddie," Lauren said as she reached a hand around Nick to me. I took her hand and nodded. 

"Nice to meet you," I said, trying to avoid staring at her.

"I'm Lauren. I'm a combination lifeguard and cocktail waitress here. A lot of us fill a couple of jobs. First time?"

"Yeah. I'll be working as a waiter and whatever else they have in mind for me."

"Good. I'll see you guys later, then. I need to keep my eye on the pool, or else I'll get in all kinds of trouble."

"There's no one in it, though."

"Tell me about it," she said with a laugh as she settled back into her lifeguard chair again.

Nick and I opened the wooden box and took out a few towels, carrying them over to lounge chairs on the far side of the pool. We pulled off our shirts and settled down in the sunlight. I watched as Lauren climbed off the chair and plunged into the pool. Nick elbowed me.

"What do you think?" he asked as he nodded toward her.

"She's cute as hell," I replied. "I love those little freckles on her nose and cheeks."

"See? Didn't I tell you? Just wait until the Russian girls show up."

I looked at Nick and rolled my eyes. "Commies," I said with a laugh. 

"Hot Commies," quipped Nick as he waved a finger at me. "You left out the most important part."

I smiled and shrugged as I leaned back in my chair to take in the sun. There were a number of staff members gathered in lounge chairs on the other side of the pool, talking and soaking up some rays. One of them, a leggy blonde with hair cascading down to the middle of her back, got up out of her chair and stretched. I felt as if my heart was in my throat as I watched her stand there with her back to me. It was Sam. It had to be. I spent an awful lot of time admiring her from behind, and I was sure it was her. 

Except it wasn't. She turned around and gave us a passing glance before walking over to the rest rooms. I choked back a sob as I turned and swung my legs over to one side of the chair and sat up.

"What's the matter?" Nick asked.

"I don't know what the fuck I'm doing here, Nick. I have a feeling this was a really bad idea."

"Listen, Eddie. It hurts. I know it hurts. Just go with it, bro. A smart lady once told me to fake it until you make it. So do that, Eddie. Just go through the motions, and it will get better. I promise. It will."




Summer Job



"What the hell, right? I think I'm going to take a swim," I said as I stood up. Moments later, I plunged into the chilly water and swam the length of the pool. I swam laps for about twenty minutes before finally climbing out and dropping back into my lounge chair.

"Not for nothing," Nick said with a grin. "Every one of those girls on the other side of the pool was checking you out. Just saying, Eddie."

I looked across the pool and realized that one of the girls, a pretty brunette who was challenging the laws of physics with her ample breasts and tiny bikini top, was glancing in my direction. We caught each other's eye, and she smiled and waved at me. I gave her a shy nod and leaned back in the sun. Maybe Nick was right, I thought. What was the worst thing that would happen? I should at least give it a shot.

I spent an hour convincing myself I should get up and go introduce myself to the brunette. I got up to pee, figuring I'd say hello when I came out of the bathroom. She was gone when I walked out. In truth, I was a little relieved that she'd left the pool. I really didn't feel ready to jump in so quickly.

Several hours later, we were standing in the main dining room of the Inn, going over the rules of the place. The only thing that surprised me was that we were encouraged to fraternize with the guests. Fraternize up to a point, that is. Over the years, management had discovered that their customers were very fond of spending time with the youthful and mostly attractive staff members. It stroked their egos, and added to the bar bills when they bought drinks for the staff. As one would expect, they drew the line at any sexual play between staff and guests. Of course, it still happened, which I soon found out.

Once orientation was complete, we moved on to our assigned duties. The wait staff were asked to assemble in a side dining room, where they would be addressed by the food services manager. I stood quietly among the group as we waited for her to arrive. Out of the corner of my eye, I sensed the girl standing next to me turn in my direction. I turned my head towards her, and saw that it was the brunette from the pool.

"Hi," she said while flashing a pretty smile. "I saw you with Nick by the pool today."

I nodded. "Yeah. I guess you've been here before?"

"It's my fourth year. You're new?" she asked.

"First time."

"Ah. So you're a virgin?" she asked with a wink.

"That's me. Eddie the virgin," I chuckled.

She held a hand out to me. "Megan," she said as she shook my hand. "You're a swimmer, huh?"

"I guess. I swam in high school and two years of college. Now I just do it for fun."

"Really? Me too, Eddie. I reached the nationals at one point, but couldn't take it any further. I had hoped to reach the Olympic team, but I guess I wasn't quite good enough."

"Did you have a good coach?" I asked. "A good coach can make a huge difference."

"I had a great coach. The problem is I matured," she said, standing up tall and thrusting her breasts forward. "These things aren't very conducive to streamlined swimming," she said with a chuckle. "But hey, I can tread water all day and stay afloat."

I let out a laugh and nodded as I tried to avoid staring into her bright green eyes. They were damned near hypnotic they were so beautiful. 

"How do you know Nick?" she asked.

"I know him from back home. We've been friends since we were kids. I had an internship for the summer that fell through, and he suggested that I might want to come up here."

"Everybody loves Nick," she said. 

"They always have, Megan."

Our conversation was interrupted when a short, roundish middle-aged woman came bursting into the room. She was a tiny ball of energy, getting right into calling out instructions and telling us what was expected of us. She went on non-stop for almost fifteen minutes before splitting us up into different groups and sending us on to our assigned tasks. She left the room in a blur, and we started to drift off with our groups.

"Nice speaking with you," Megan said as she left the room.

I smiled and nodded, then hurried to follow my group leader into the kitchen. He guided us along, explaining where everything was and how the flow of service was handled at each meal. Newbies like myself tried to focus and pay attention, while repeat employees yawned and drifted about, bored with it all. By the end of an hour, we had finished and were released for the evening.

We had the next day to hang around and do nothing, as guests weren't scheduled to arrive until the day after that. I didn't do much of anything, but the time flew by quickly. All too soon, it was Saturday evening and I found myself nervously standing at my post in the dining room waiting for the first of the dinner guests to arrive. Fortunately, the kids ate in their camp groups, leaving only adults in the dining room. Other than the appetizer, meals were served buffet style. Our job was to deal with non-alcoholic drinks, and clear used plates from the tables. 

A short time later, the dining room was in full swing as hungry guests filled the tables in the large room. Many of the guests came back year after year, so friendships were renewed, filling the dining room with chatter as everyone caught up on the past year. Off in one corner of the room, a gray haired man sat at a piano playing background music as the guests chatted between bites of food. There weren't many of us dealing with the large number of tables, so I spent my shift in constant motion. The hours passed by quickly, and before I knew it the last guests had left and the dining room was empty.

We spent the next hour stripping down the tables and putting on fresh linens and table settings for breakfast the next morning. Evidently, the dining room manager believed the set tables appeared more attractive than empty ones, and she was probably right.

Finally, the shift ended and I walked outside and over to the bike rack. I was getting ready to hop back onto my bike and head to Grady when Megan appeared by my side.

"So, rookie. How did the first shift go?" she asked with a smile. 

"It was fine. I didn't realize coming in that the food service is buffet style. It isn't too difficult keeping up with drinks only."

"Yeah, it isn't bad. They really want us to chat up the guests, though. I like it. I've met a lot of interesting people working here."

"I didn't do too much chatting."

"You'll get into the swing of things. It will get boring up here pretty fast. You'll find yourself looking forward to it to break up the monotony."

"I don't know about that," I said with a grin. "I'm kind of anti-social."

"Just wait. The wives are going to pay a lot of attention to you, Eddie. You're a handsome guy. Trust me."

I rolled my eyes at her. "Yeah, sure."

"I'm serious. Look at you. Tall, lean and muscular, that light brown hair and those blue eyes. That jawline..." she said, her words trailing off as she giggled at herself. "Listen to me," she said with a laugh as she blushed. "Anyway, it's like this little dance that goes on up here. This kind of subtle flirtation that is always just beneath the surface. It's actually kind of fun."

I pointed a finger at Megan and straddled my bike. "You're trouble, Megan. I can see it from a mile away."

She gave me an adorable little grin and winked. "Maybe I'll see you at the bar later, Eddie."

I waved at her before pedaling off toward Grady with a smile on my face. It may have been the first real smile I'd had in ages. Maybe Nick was right. This was exactly what I needed.

I walked into the house just as Nick was leaving. He put a hand on my chest and stopped me at the door.

"Woah, dude. Where the hell are you going?" he asked.

"Upstairs to relax. I'm tired and I figured I'd just crash."

"Come on, Eddie. I don't think you're getting it. Come to the bar at the Inn. You didn't do shit the last two nights. You need to check out the available talent."

"Seriously, Nick? The talent?"

"That's right. And they will be doing the same thing. It's a perfect night to get started."

"I'm gonna pass, Nick. I'm just not in the mood."

Nick frowned at me. "I'll leave you alone tonight, but I swear I'll drag your ass out tomorrow night no matter what. You are not going to just sit around here and mope all summer. You need to get back in the game."

"Just go, dude. I'll see you later."

Nick frowned again before jumping on his bike and riding off, leaving me alone on the front stoop. I walked inside and up the stairs. Minutes later, I was sprawled on the bed with my laptop next to me, watching the woman I loved speaking to me as she came. I knew it was pathetic, but I couldn't help myself. I missed Sam, and missed her hard. I contemplated what a bad idea taking this job was before I fell into a deep sleep.

My sleep was broken shortly after midnight by the sounds of giggling. I woke up and rolled over, and Nick was sitting on the edge of his bed with a cute blonde. They were kissing and groping each other, still fully clothed but looking like they'd rather not be.

"Nick. Maybe I should go for a walk," I said.

The blonde broke the kiss and looked at me with a smile. 

"Hi, Nick's friend. Sorry if we woke you."

"Hi. Don't worry about it. I need to shower anyway," I said as I sat up in the bed.

I got up and grabbed some clothes from one of my drawers. I nodded and headed to the bathroom, leaving Nick and the blonde alone. Once I'd finished showering, I went downstairs to the kitchen to have a snack and a glass of iced tea. I was just finishing up when the two of them came downstairs. She gave me an odd look as Nick walked her to the door. He gave her a quick kiss, and she walked out, leaving Nick and I alone in the kitchen.

Nick looked at me with a sigh. "Dude. What the fuck were you doing up there tonight?"

"I told you. I did some shit and fell asleep. What's the problem?"

"Cindy was on your computer is what the problem is. That fucking video of Sam...Eddie. What the fuck. You're sitting around here watching that shit?"

I was embarrassed and highly irritated. "Who the hell told her to touch my computer anyway? How did she get in? I thought you two were fucking. Was she looking up positions or something?"

"Nah. We didn't fuck, Eddie. We were just playing around. She wanted to check her email and her phone was dead, so I gave her your password. Sorry, Eddie. But seriously, man. You can't keep doing this shit to yourself. You need to break free and move on. That bitch sure as hell did."

"Fuck you Nick," I snapped. "Stay out of my shit. I'll deal with this in my own way."

"But you aren't. That's the problem. You're not dealing with it."

"Whatever," I growled as I stormed out of the kitchen and up to our bedroom. Of course, I knew Nick was right. Even so, the blonde had no right to touch my computer, and Nick shouldn't have let her do it. Now I looked like some pathetic loser, which I guess I was.

He knew I was pissed at him, so he ended up sleeping on the couch in the living room. I spent most of the night rolling around in my bed, feeling angry, embarrassed, and lonely. All too soon, the sun lit up the room, and I surrendered as I rose out of bed. A half hour later, I was clean shaven and showered, but I still felt like hell. I had just finished dressing when Nick walked into the room.

"Eddie...I'm sorry, man. I should have kept her out of your shit."

I looked at him and shrugged.

"It wasn't your fault, Nick. It's a computer. You would have no reason to think you'd need to guard it. I know I'm being pathetic, but I'm having a hard time stopping."

"You should just delete those things, Eddie. Keeping them around isn't doing you any good."

"I know. Every time I try...I just can't do it. I...I really love Sam. I've never stopped."

"Tell me something I don't know, bro," Nick said with a nod. "I guess at some point, you'll be ready to move on. I hope it happens before the summer ends. You'll miss out on a lot up here if it doesn't."

Nick grabbed some clothes and headed to the bathroom. I went down to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee that I badly needed. I was on my third cup when Nick came downstairs and into the kitchen. He poured himself a cup and plopped into one of the chairs by the small table. 

"Fuck, I'm tired," he said as he took a chug of his coffee. "That couch is like a lumpy bag of rocks."

"Maybe you should have slept over at Cindy's place," I replied.

"Yeah, right. She's a local, still living at home. That would have gone over big with her folks," Nick said with a laugh.

I let out a chuckle. "Hey. Maybe her mom needs a little loving too. Who knows? Maybe even her dad."

"At least you're still as perverted as ever, bro. That's one thing that girl didn't take from you."

"Great," I said with a wince. "What more does a guy need, right? I'm going to head over to the Inn. I'm still learning the ropes, and I don't want to be late."

"Okay. I'll see you later, Ed."

* * * * *

My eight hour workday ended up being two hours for breakfast, two and a half for lunch, and three and a half for dinner. In between, I was free to do whatever I chose. Most days, I'd work out in the morning and spend the afternoon either at the pool or the lake. After a couple of weeks, I had made several friends, with Megan being the closest of them. 

One afternoon after we had finished the lunch shift Megan followed me outside and caught up to me as I straddled my bike.

"Eddie. Can I ask for a favor?" she asked with a hopeful smile.

"What's up, Meg?"

"I need some stuff from in town and I don't have any wheels. I was supposed to go with a couple of the other girls, but they got stuck working today. Any chance you can give me a lift?" she asked with hopeful eyes.

"Sure, Megan. I haven't been off the compound in days," I said with a chuckle. "You have a bike? Follow me over to Grady."

Megan flashed a bright smile at me. "Thanks, Eddie. I really appreciate it."

Ten minutes later, Megan was sitting beside me and we were making the fifteen minute drive into town. Despite the knots I was tied up in because of Samantha, I still managed to get a good look at Megan. She was busty and curvy and athletic all at the same time. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she wore little makeup, if any. She had a fresh faced, natural beauty about her that worked quite well. She caught me looking at her and smiled.

"How are you doing so far, Eddie?"

"Pretty good. The work isn't too hard and the day goes by pretty quickly."

Megan nodded thoughtfully. "That wasn't what I meant. I know you've been having a rough time of it."

I glanced at her and sighed. "Did that fucking Cindy open her mouth?"

"She didn't need to. It's pretty obvious to anyone that cares to look. I've been there myself, so I know how much it hurts. Is it getting any better?"

I gave her a shrug as I continued to drive. "You know."

"Maybe you should just hook up with one of the undersexed moms that vacation up here," she said with a smile. 

"Yeah, right," I said with a laugh. "That will solve all my problems."

"You laugh, but I'm serious. You wouldn't have to think about a relationship, Eddie. It would just be about the sex."

"Hmmm. Maybe that's what I need. A mindless romp in the sack with someone like that. No strings, no emotion. Just raw fucking. I haven't had much luck with real relationships anyway," I said with a frown.

Megan shrugged and looked out the window, quiet now. We drove in silence for a few minutes as we passed some farms and rural homes. Finally, she turned to me with a serious look on her face.

"At some point, we all need to get back up on our feet." 

"Is that how you handled it? A mindless romp?"

She looked at me and giggled. "Me? Hell no. I moped around for almost a year. One day, I realized life was just passing me by, and I decided I needed to move on. It happened just like that...as if I threw a switch."

"So who's the boyfriend?" I asked.

"No one yet," she answered. "I've done some dating, but have yet to meet anyone I'm too interested in. But you never know, right?"

"True. You never know, Megan."

We pulled into the small but busy town, and I was lucky enough to find a spot along the curb. We got out of the car and started to walk along the sidewalk, stopping in front of a pharmacy.

"I need to go in here for a bit," Megan said. "There's a great store a few doors down that sells books and old vinyl albums. Why don't you go check it out and I'll catch up with you?"

"That sounds great, Megan. See you in a bit."

I was flipping through some old albums when Megan showed up carrying an oversized Rite Aid bag filled with who knows what. She sidled up to me and elbowed me in the ribs.

"You see anything good?" she asked.

"They have some great stuff here. My dad has a ton of albums on vinyl. Digital music is great, but we really miss out on the album art they used to put on these things."

"You sound like an old fart," Megan said with a giggle. "Next you'll be telling me how great it was to have only five television channels and no remote. Life in the stone age."

"I hear it built character," I deadpanned. "Besides, these things are great. They're actually making a bit of a comeback these days. I'm thinking I can pretty much get my Christmas shopping done for Dad in this store."

"I prefer the challenge of Black Friday," Megan replied. 

"I bet you do. There's no way I'd want to get between you and a deal," I joked.

We poked around a bit longer before I grabbed a few items and brought them to the register. My best find was an original "Sticky Fingers" album by The Stones, complete with the working zipper on the cover. Dad had owned one years before, but it had disappeared somehow. I knew he'd love getting his hands on this one.

After I paid, we got back into the car and headed back toward the resort. We had to drive through an even smaller town on our way back, which consisted of a grocery store, a laundromat, and a Dunkin' Donuts. Megan poked me in the arm as I drove.

"Hey. How about stopping at Dunkin'? My treat since you were nice enough to take me into town."

"I could use an iced coffee," I replied as I pulled into the parking lot. 

We got out of the car and walked inside. We both ordered iced coffee, and Megan ordered herself a plain cruller as well. We sat across from each other at a small table by the window.

Megan took a bite of her cruller followed by a sip of coffee. She looked up at me and smiled. "You know what? I've been hanging around with you for a couple weeks now, and I don't know a damned thing about you," she said thoughtfully. "Seems like everyone talks about their shift and the guests, but not about their real lives. Tell me about Eddie Wilson," she said with a grin.

"Not a lot to tell," I said with a shrug. 

"Oh come on, Eddie. Give me something here. I know you lost an internship, so that tells me that you're in college. Where do you go? For what?"

"Okay. Prepare to be bored, Megan," I said with a chuckle. "I live out on Long Island, and go to CW Post. I managed to convince my folks to let me live on campus instead of dealing with the horrible fucking commute every day."

"I think it's a great experience to live away from home," Megan said with a nod. "You're pretty much forced to become an adult. I love it."

"Where do you go, Megan?"

"Hunter College in Manhattan. I'm an education major, which is why I originally wanted to work here. Of course, I didn't expect to be stuck in the dining room."

"Where do you live? Do they have dorms?"

"Some, but they're really tough to get into. I lucked out. I'm rooming with three other girls in an off campus apartment. It belongs to the grandmother of one of my roommates."




Summer Job



"Where is her grandmother living?"

"Down in Sarasota now, but she doesn't want to give up her place in the city. Like I said, we're lucky as hell," she said with a grin.

"City girl, huh? I didn't expect that," I said with a smirk.

"I grew up in rural Pennsylvania, Ed. Nothing city about that. What are you going to school for?"

"Me? Sometimes I think everything," I said with a chuckle. "Business Administration, Computer Science, and a minor in Physical Fitness."

"Really? How did you put that combination together?"

"I figured the first two can help me earn a good living. The last...I guess is more my passion."

Megan took a sip of her coffee and tilted her head to one side, looking me up and down. "Clearly you know what you're doing with the training, Eddie. You're kind of ripped," she said as she blushed the tiniest bit.

"Ah, the truth comes out," I teased. "And here I thought you were only interested in my wheels."

"Yeah, well. You know. Eddie...you really should follow your passion. You don't strike me as a desk jockey kind of guy. Besides, some trainers can earn a really good living."

"Some can, but it's tough to build and hold onto your clientele. There are a lot of losers out there, and most people don't know the difference anyway."

"You do, Eddie. That should mean a lot to you."

I nodded at her. Her logic was sound, but I'd have a hard time convincing my parents that being a trainer was a worthwhile lifetime endeavor. They weren't really the supportive type when it came to such things. I took another sip of my coffee as we sat in silence.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Megan. I haven't had many people in my life that have cared much for what I had to think about things."

"I guess that's why you need a change, right?" she asked with a kind smile. 

"Good point," I replied with a frown.

"What say we get back and crash by the pool for a while?"

"That sounds like fun," I said as I stood up. "I can't though. I have some crap to do this afternoon."

Megan looked at me, and I could see in her eyes that she knew I had lied. Even so, she forced a smile as she followed me outside.

"Well, thanks again for the ride, Eddie. I promise I won't make a habit out of it."

"It's okay. I had fun, which I've been having way too little of."

It was hard not to notice the way that made Megan smile as she sat beside me in the truck. She's a nice girl, I thought, warning myself not to lead her on. She was a nice girl, but she wasn't Samantha.

* * * * *

Over the ensuing weeks, Megan and I had become very friendly. Nick began to endlessly bust my balls about it, refusing to understand that I liked her, but not the kind of like that he was thinking. She and I spent a fair amount of our free time together, helping each other out and bonding over mundane tasks such as doing our laundry. I was also busier than I had been when I'd started working at the resort. Sally had approached me and asked if I'd be interested in giving exercise classes a couple times each week. It was easy money, so I readily agreed.

On the third Saturday in July, we watched as another crop of guests left and a new crop arrived. It was a rainy day, and Megan and I were relaxing in the main building as guests arrived to check in. We could see the front desk from our couch in the lounge, and we got a good look at everyone as they checked in. Suddenly, Megan became animated and started to slap my arm.

"There! There she is," she exclaimed. "There's the cougar I told you about."

I looked up to see a tall, stunningly attractive redhead of about forty standing with her husband and two daughters in front of the desk. "Her? The redhead?" I asked, half in disbelief.

"That's her, Eddie. Patricia something or other. The woman damned near eats men alive," she said under her breath. "You watch and see."

"What does her husband think about that?" I asked.

"He doesn't care. They have this open marriage from what I hear, but he seems to be more discerning in his tastes. There aren't too many stories about him here. But her? Oh, brother."

"Come on, Meg. You're shitting me," I replied with a laugh. "She doesn't look the type."

"No? What does the type look like?" she asked.

I looked over at the woman and she turned and caught my eye, giving me a smile that bordered on being a leer. I broke eye contact and looked at Megan with a shrug. 

"Okay. Maybe she does look like a cougar," I chuckled. "She is pretty hot though, isn't she?"

Megan rolled her eyes and punched me in the arm. "Now you've gotten her to notice you. You'd better watch out Eddie," she jokingly prodded. "You know, I can see why she'd be interested in you," she said as she locked eyes with me.

I broke eye contact, conscious that Megan might have more of an interest in me than just being a work buddy. I raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Do you think she needs a ride into town too?" I asked with a chuckle.

"I think maybe a different kind of ride," Megan replied as she flashed Patricia a dirty look.

That evening during dinner service, Patricia ended up being at one of my tables. I realized that Megan was telling the truth, as the woman seemed to be paying an awful lot of attention to me. She needed constant service, and at one point grabbed hold of my arm as I was walking by. She gave me a penetrating stare as she spoke to me, making me feel as if she was poking around inside my head. I decided that I'd play along, and began to banter with the woman. To be honest, she looked great, and I wondered what it might be like to roll around naked with her for a while.

On one trip back into the kitchen, Megan grabbed hold of my shirt as I was passing by.

"Oh my God," she said with a snort. "That woman has set her sights on you, Eddie."

"You're just reading too much into it, Megan. You know the shit that goes on here. These people all love to talk it up. Makes them feel good."

"We'll see," she said with a laugh. "You're a hunk of meat to her. I'm telling you."

"Hey. What can I say? I'm irresistible," I quipped.

Megan rolled her eyes and went on with her business. The thought occurred to me that she might be feeling jealous. I brushed it aside, thinking I was seeing things that weren't there, and that it didn't matter to me even if she was.

The next morning, my new found friend and her husband ended up at one of my tables again. She picked up right where she had left off the previous evening. It became quite clear that she was enjoying flirting with me, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying the attention. She was one hell of an attractive woman.

I wasn't entirely surprised when I stood before an exercise class in the gym later that morning and saw her front and center. She was wearing tight black yoga shorts that came down to the middle of her thighs, and a racerback bra top that was the color of pink grapefruit. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she was barefoot. The seductive smile she flashed in my direction seemed to find its way between my legs, because I could feel my cock begin to swell as I locked eyes with her.

I ran the class through a solid half hour of exercises with the cougar bouncing around right in front of me. She was in great shape and had little trouble keeping up with my instructions. Once we had finished, the gym emptied out as I cleaned up. When I turned around, I wasn't too surprised to discover that only myself and the cougar remained.

"That was a great class," she said with a hungry smile. "But it was almost too easy."

"Not everyone is in the kind of shape you are," I replied.

She looked pleased that I'd noticed. "My name is Patricia," she said as she reached a hand out to me. "Patricia Whitman."

"Eddie Wilson," I answered, shaking her hand.

"Do you do this class every day?" she asked, still holding onto my hand.

"No. I'll do it again on Thursday if you're interested."

"I'm interested," she said as she finally released my hand. "How about a more advanced class? Do you do one of those?"

"Nah. They book up the gym with something different every day."

"Would you give me individual instruction, Eddie? We can do it anywhere. Our cabin has an oversized porch that would be a perfect spot." 

She was giving me a smoldering look as she stood before me. I knew what her intent was, and she knew I knew. I probably should have backed off, but Patricia was one of the sexiest women I had ever laid eyes on. She was also a woman that knew what she wanted, and wouldn't take no for an answer. Maybe that's exactly what I needed to move past Sam, who seemed like an innocent child in comparison.

"I suppose I could do it in between breakfast and lunch tomorrow," I muttered. "If that works for you."

"That's great," Patricia said with a smile and a nod. "We're staying in Lakeside, up on the hill across from the pool. My husband will be golfing tomorrow, so he won't be in our way while we...exercise," she said with a knowing look. "The girls will be in group, and I'll be here alone." With that, she turned and walked out the door. I stood there feeling like the canary to her cat. Her spell broken, I became quite aware of the throbbing erection that had sprouted in my shorts. Holy crap, I thought. This woman was going to eat me alive...and I was very likely going to enjoy every moment of it.

The rest of the day was uneventful, although Patricia and her husband were once again seated at one of my tables during dinner. She joked and teased a little bit, but didn't push it too far. They were sitting with two other couples, and all of them were kidding around with both me and the cocktail server. After dinner, I hung around the bar for a while throwing darts with Megan. I avoided all conversation about Patricia, not wanting to deal with being razzed about it.

I got home fairly early and stretched out on my bed. I fought the urge to open my computer, opting to read for a while until I was drowsy enough to sleep. Before I knew it, my alarm was ringing and it was time to get up for work. Breakfast service flew by, and I soon found myself pedaling up to Lakeside cottage with my heart pounding in my chest.

I got off my bike and looked up at the porch. Patricia was flashing a sexy smile as she stood and watched me approach. She was wearing the same style outfit she had worn to the gym, but the top on this one was a bright green that seemed to match her eyes. Her long, red hair was loose and the way it framed her face nearly took my breath away.

"Hello, Eddie," she said in a sultry voice. "I was worried you might not come, and I'd have to work out by myself." She chuckled at her play on words as she held the door open for me. "I find it much more enjoyable with a partner, don't you?" 

I stepped onto the porch and turned around, prepared to go through the motions of starting a training session. Patricia was disinterested in playing games, however. She moved right up to me and pushed me backwards against the wall of the house, pressing up against me and finding my mouth with hers. She wasted no time probing my mouth with her tongue and running her hands over my chest and shoulders. My hands found her ass cheeks and I pulled her against my already stiff cock, causing her to moan.

She lowered a hand between us and gave me a squeeze as she broke the kiss for a moment and looked me in the eye.

"I knew that you'd be something special, Edward. I've been unable to think about much else since yesterday morning."

Her hand was now inside my shorts, and she had a firm hold on my shaft. She stroked it as she started to kiss me again, moaning the entire time. I moved a hand up her side and grabbed hold of one of her breasts through the top. I could feel her erect nipple under the material, and I pinched it harder than I needed to. Patricia let out a small gasp and smiled before biting my bottom lip hard enough to make me wince. 

She moved back and released my cock, grabbing my shirt and pulling it over my head before tossing it to the floor. She was breathing quite heavily as she stood before me, eyes locked with mine. She pulled off her top as I watched, moving on to her shorts as she held my attention. Her skin was pale and covered with just enough freckles. She was in great shape, but she also had curvy hips and full breasts topped with perky pink nipples. The woman was a sight to behold.

Patricia grabbed me by the hand and pulled me over to an armless lounge chair that was on the porch. She bent over and yanked my shorts down, kneeling down before me and pulling them to the floor so I could step out of them. My cock was right in front of her face and she reached out and stroked it again. I could tell she was torn between wanting to suck it and whatever else she had in mind. 

She reached into the palm of her left hand and plucked out a condom as if she were a magician plucking a quarter from the ear of an unsuspecting audience member. She had it opened within a second, and I stood there as she rolled it down over my shaft. 

"Get onto the lounge chair, Eddie" she breathlessly whispered. 

I did as instructed, leaning onto the back of the chair that was set at about a thirty degree angle. Patricia swung one leg over the chair and straddled it and me, positioning herself over my cock. She reached down and grabbed the shaft, rubbing it against her pussy as we both watched. Her lips parted and she guided me to just the right spot. She growled as she lowered herself down, impaling herself on my cock and slowly lowering herself until she had taken all of me. She settled her weight down on me and leaned forward to kiss me again.

My hands were again on her tits, and guessing she liked it, I played a little rough with them. Patricia started to ride me as we kissed, getting into a good rhythm. She paid close attention, adjusting her pace to ensure she didn't push me over the edge too quickly. We fucked like that for quite some time, which surprised me considering how long it had been since I'd had sex. Obviously, Patricia knew what she was doing. She picked up the pace and slammed into me hard several times in a row before letting out a load moan as her body shook from the pleasure of her first orgasm. I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder as she bit hard down on my flesh, which nearly made me laugh. She really was a man eater, I chuckled to myself. 

Patricia collapsed on top of me and lay there like that until her breathing had calmed. Finally, she sat up with a sigh and reached between us as she got up, making sure the condom stayed put. She looked down at me with pure lust in her eyes.

"Get rid of that thing and follow me into the bedroom, Eddie. I'm not finished with you yet."

I stood up and removed the condom, looking out the porch at the road. At that moment, Megan rode by on her bike and she glanced up at the cabin. She and I locked eyes, and a look of pure disappointment spread across her face. I wanted to call out to her, but she was gone as quickly as she had appeared. I suddenly felt foolish for being here with Patricia for reasons I did not yet comprehend.

"Are you coming?" Patricia called out from inside.

I took a deep breath and turned toward the door, entering the house and finding Patricia lying naked on the bed. Her pussy wasn't bare, but it was neatly trimmed. To me, the short red hair was much more of a turn on than bare would have been. My cock was once again hard, Megan forgotten for the moment.

"Come here, Eddie. I want you to eat me while I suck you. Please don't make me wait any longer," she cooed from the bed. 

I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself above Patricia in a sixty-nine position. She was already pulling on my cock before I covered her pussy with my mouth. Once I did, she thrusted her hips up and let out a loud moan. I reached an arm around one of her legs and slipped a couple of my fingers inside her as I covered her clit with my mouth and sucked on it. Patricia became very vocal, moaning and groaning as she continued to move her head up and down as she sucked my engorged cock. 

I did my best to stay focused as I got close to exploding. Patricia sensed that I was getting close, and she slipped a wet finger into my ass as she increased her effort on my cock. I moaned around her pussy and thrust forward as I started to come. I figured Patricia would pull me out of her mouth when my orgasm hit, but she surprised me by sucking me harder and deeper into her mouth. Through it all, I focused as best I could on my own task. Evidently, I was successful, because it didn't take long for Patricia to scream loudly as her second orgasm wracked her body. I kept at it until she twisted away from me.

"Come lay up here next to me, Eddie. That's enough for today."

I spun around and lay beside Patricia, and she curled up on my chest. She gave me a deep kiss, then settled in again.

"That was incredible, Patricia. You are one sexy fucking woman," I whispered.

"Thank you, Eddie. That was worth the wait. I must say this workout was a hell of a lot more enjoyable than the one we had yesterday," she said with a chuckle.

"Yeah. I'd say so. I...I'm sorry I didn't warn you I was about to come."

"Did it seem as if I minded, Eddie? I don't always do that. But today, it just felt right to me."

I nodded and smiled. We lay together for about a half hour before Patricia got up and fished around in a dresser for something, pulling out a one piece bathing suit. She slipped it on and started to brush out her hair.

"It's time, Eddie. I'm going to head over to the pool for a while."

I sat up in bed and stretched. "Okay. I...I guess I'll see you later," I said.

Patricia nodded. 

"This was a one-time thing, Eddie. I don't do repeat performances."

I nodded, both relieved and disappointed. "No problem, Patricia. Thank you for...well...thank you, I guess."

"Come now, Edward. You didn't think I was going to throw away my life for a young stud, did you? Just enjoy it for what it was...and it was very good."

"I guess you're right," I said with a sigh. "And it was very good."

Patricia leaned over and kissed me on the lips. 

"Go get dressed before I change my mind, okay?"

I stood and smiled before leaving the room and walking back out onto the porch. I threw on my clothes and stepped outside, hopping on my bike and riding home with Megan on my mind, She looked upset, but had no reason to be, I thought. She wasn't my girlfriend, and we didn't have that kind of relationship. The more I thought about it, though, the more I realized that how she felt really did matter to me. For the first time, I became conscious that I was developing feelings for Megan and I never saw it coming. Great, I thought. What the hell did I just do?

It wasn't a surprise when she gave me the cold shoulder during lunch service. I tried to joke around with her several times, but she refused to engage with me beyond a few curt words. When we had finished our shift, I followed her outside and caught up to her before she got on her bike.

"Megan. Can we talk for a minute?" I asked.

She turned to me with an annoyed look on her face. "About what?"

"You seem upset with me."

"Do I? Why do you think that?"

I let out a sigh and started to speak, but Megan interrupted me.

"We shouldn't talk here, Eddie. Guests are around, and that's a no-no. I'm going to my cabin. Follow me if you want to talk."

I nodded and hopped onto my bike, following Megan on the short ride. Once we arrived, we got off the bikes and sat on the front stoop. Megan turned to me with a questioning look.

"Well?" 

"The cougar. I know you saw me with Patricia."

"You know, Eddie. I wasn't serious when I told you to sleep with her. Honestly, I didn't think you were the kind of guy that would."

"Neither did I, Megan. It just kind of happened, I guess. She practically forced me to," I said with an exaggerated smile.




Summer Job



"Yeah, well. You didn't appear to be tied up to me. Did she have a cattle prod or something that I missed? How did she force you, Eddie?"

I shrugged. "She took advantage of my innocence," I said with a grin.

That I might believe," Megan replied. "You're my friend, Eddie, and I care about what happens to you. I don't know. I can't really explain why it bothers me," she said with a frown.

"If it makes you feel better, I kind of wish I hadn't."

Megan turned to me and rolled her eyes. "I hope it was at least good?" she said, posing the statement as a question.

"Oh no. I'm so not going there, Megan," I said with a laugh. "Let me just say that it felt good, but beyond that, it didn't do much of anything for me. I guess I'm just not really wired that way."

"Fair enough, Eddie," Megan said with a smile.

"So...we're okay? I feel like we've really developed a good friendship, and the last thing I want to do is mess that up."

Megan nodded. "Yeah. We're okay."

"Good. Hey...what are you doing this afternoon? You want to go up to the quarry?" I asked. 

"Sure. Why not? You go get your bathing suit on, and I'll meet you over at Grady in a little bit."

"Great. See you then," I replied as I took off on my bike.

A half-hour later, Megan rode up to Grady on her bike and pulled up beside my truck. She was wearing a tropical print bikini top and a pair of denim shorts along with her flip flops. She leaned the bike against the cottage and climbed into the passenger side of my truck. A few minutes later, we parked on the side of the road next to the short path that led to the quarry.

The quarry is essentially a spring fed swimming hole that has a steep side. It's a rite of passage at the resort to jump into the quarry from a ledge that hangs out over the water. The drop is probably between thirty and forty feet, and it is one hell of a rush to plunge down into the chilly water below.

Megan and I followed the path to the jumping spot, where she kicked off her flip flops. I pulled off the white t-shirt I was wearing and stepped out of my sandals. Megan grabbed my hand and we walked over to the edge together.

"What about your shorts?" I asked her.

"I think the bikini bottom is too tiny for this," she replied. "The shorts will be just fine."

"Okay, then. I'm ready when you are, Megan."

"On three," she said with a deep breath. "One, two, three," she yelled and we leapt off together, still holding hands. A second later, we plunged into the cold water, popping up moments later whooping and laughing.

"That was awesome," Megan yelled. "I'll race you to the top," she exclaimed as she raced to the point where we would climb back up again. I took off after her, but she'd gotten there and out before I could catch her. We took turns leaping down into the water, again and again, laughing with the exhilaration of it all. We raced back each time, trying to be the first to jump in. Megan kept getting out ahead of me, but I finally managed to beat her and leap first. I watched from below as she jumped out over the water, curling up in a ball for an epic cannonball. 

She hit the water and submerged deep and fast. It took several seconds for her to surface, and she had an odd expression on her face when she did.

"Crap. I lost my top," she said. 

My eyes immediately looked down, and I could see her full breasts through the clear water. Megan raised an eyebrow and gave me a sarcastic smirk.

"You get a good eyeful, there, Eddie?" she asked.

"Well...What the hell am I supposed to do?" I countered. "Besides, that bikini top you walk around in doesn't leave a hell of a lot to the imagination, Megan." 

"Okay, fine. How about you stop staring and go get me your t-shirt? That might be a good plan."

"Sure," I said, taking one last look and noting that Megan really hadn't tried to cover herself in the least. I swam over to the edge and climbed up to the top. I grabbed my t-shirt and looked down at Megan.

"Just throw it down," she called out to me. I rolled the shirt into a ball and tossed it down in her direction. It landed a few feet away from her, and she swam over and grabbed it. She moved toward the edge of the quarry and pulled it on before climbing out and making her way back up to where I was standing. When she crested the top of the hill, I reached a hand out and pulled her up. The white t-shirt clung to her like skin, and left nothing to the imagination. I tried to avoid being too obvious as I took her in, but there wasn't much of a chance of that. Megan stood tall and put her hands on her hips, tilting her head to one side and looking at me with a playful grin.

"Okay, then. Go ahead and gawk," she said. "Yes, I have boobs, Eddie." She placed her hands underneath them and pushed them up, shaking them up and down a few times. "Okay? Did you get a good look now?" she asked, still prodding me.

I nodded and smiled. "You know, the t-shirt is probably worse than nothing at all," I said with a laugh. "Jesus, Megan. You're really pretty freaking hot."

"It's taken an awful long time for you to notice, Eddie. I mean for fucks sake. What does a girl need to do to get noticed around here?" she asked as she pulled her bikini top out of the pocket of her shorts. She looked up at me and started to laugh as she saw the expression on my face.

In that moment, I became fully aware of the feelings I had been developing for Megan. I had refused to allow my mind to recognize what had been before me all this time, but her brazen posturing was the kick in the ass I needed to break out of the chains I had wrapped myself in. I walked over to her and pulled her against me, leaning down and giving her a soft kiss on the lips. Megan let out a moan and kissed me back more deeply as she wrapped her arms around me. We kissed for a couple minutes before she pulled away from me. 

"My roommates went into Burlington for the day. How about we go back to my cabin for a while?" she asked with a hopeful look. "If that damned cougar didn't wear you out too much, that is."

"Who?" I said with a grin. "Don't you worry about that, Megan. I don't think that will be a problem in the least."

We made our way back to my truck and each got in on our respective sides. I looked over at Megan sitting in the passenger seat. She was biting her lip and smiling at the same time. I leaned over and kissed her again before starting the truck and pulling away. Once we arrived at her cabin, we wasted no time getting inside and up to her bedroom. Megan pulled the wet t-shirt off and tossed it onto the floor.

We came together in the middle of the room, pressing together as we kissed. I could feel her erect nipples against my chest as I held her tight against me. Megan kissed really well...so well that I had to force myself to stop long enough to unbutton her shorts and pull them down to the floor. I can only imagine the look on my face as I stood back and took her in, naked except for a tiny bikini bottom.

"You look incredible Megan," I said in a throaty whisper. "How could I have not noticed until now?"

She smiled with a look of pleasure. "I guess that cougar may have knocked some sense into that thick head of yours, Eddie. As much as I hate to say it, I'm glad she did."

I pulled my bathing suit down and kicked it away, now standing naked in front of Megan. She looked me up and down, smiling as she stepped over to me. "Wow. You look great. I mean...wow," she said with a sexy smile. 

I pulled the ties on her bottom and let it fall away to the floor. We started kissing again, and I backed up and sat down on the bed, pulling Megan down with me. We fell over onto our sides and lay there, fondling and kissing. She was on her back now, and I moved a hand between her legs. Megan opened up for me, giving me access to her smooth, hairless pussy. I slipped two fingers inside her effortlessly and she gasped with approval. 

Breaking the kiss, I nibbled my way down to her breasts, kissing, sucking, and biting her nipples as I fucked her with my fingers. Megan responded by moving her hips in concert with my hand, and she let out a deep moan when I started to rub her clit with my thumb as I continued to thrust my fingers inside her. She leaned her head down and began kissing and licking my neck while I relentlessly worked on her. 

"Oh fuck Eddie," she moaned. "Oh fuck. You're gonna make me cum, Eddie. You're..."

Her words ceased and her body convulsed when her orgasm hit. It seemed to hit her in wave after wave, with little aftershocks causing her to cry out each time. She wrapped her arms around my head and held me so tightly I thought she'd crack my neck, but she eventually loosened her grip as she calmed down.

She lay back on the bed breathing heavily and smiling. I was lying next to her, my head propped up in my hand, watching her as I lightly stroked her cheek. Megan reached down and grabbed my stiff cock, squeezing it in her hand.

"My God. It's burning hot, Eddie. I think we need to put out this fire, don't you?"

"Well...yeah. Megan. I don't have a condom. I mean...I wasn't planning on this, you know?"

"I'm on the pill, Eddie. There was no way I was coming up here unprepared."

"Are you sure? I mean, you know?"

"Did you cover up with the cougar?"

"Well, yeah."

"Then shush. Come over here and take me, Eddie. I need you inside me."

I rolled over on top of her, getting onto my knees and rubbing the head of my cock up and down her wet slit. I found the opening and slipped just the tip inside her, looking down and finding her eyes with mine. I eased forward and slowly slid myself inside her, not stopping until her pussy had taken every bit of me. Dropping to my elbows and bringing my face to hers, I started thrusting as we renewed our kissing. Megan grabbed both cheeks of my ass with her hands, and she was digging her short nails into me as she pulled me hard inside her. I don't know how long we went on like that...seconds, minutes...hours. It didn't matter. I can't describe the look of satisfaction on Megan's face when I finally grunted and filled her insides with my cum, but I will never forget it.

I stayed inside her, my weight upon her until my erection subsided and I slipped out. She gave me a playful little pout, but didn't complain too much when I rolled over onto my back and she curled up on top of my chest.

"It had been almost a year and a half for me, Eddie. My God. I'd almost forgotten how good that feels," she whispered. 

"Really? C'mon Megan. You're beautiful. How could that be?" I asked.

"I'm not one for just fucking around, Eddie. Maybe I'm old fashioned, but it needs to mean something to me."

"But even still."

She sat up and grabbed one of her breasts. "Do you have any idea what it's like having boobs like these?" she asked. "They make guys stupid, and that's pretty much all they see. I swear if I could wave a magic wand and make them half this size, I'd do it in a second."

"Well, hell. Don't do that," I said with a chuckle. 

Megan rolled her eyes and plopped back down on my chest. After a few minutes, she nuzzled my neck as she covered my cock with her hand. Slowly, she kissed her way down my chest and abdomen, finding my cock rock hard by the time she reached it with her mouth.

"Do you think you have enough left for one more go?" she asked with a needy moan.

"At least," I replied, moving my hips up a little in an attempt to bring myself closer to her mouth.

Megan grabbed hold of my shaft and lowered her head, taking me into her mouth and sucking hard. She started by using little movements, sucking and bathing me with her tongue, focusing only on the head of my cock. Eventually, she took me in deeper, bobbing her head up and down and taking most of me into her mouth. She was doing an incredible job, and I frowned when she pulled away and sat up in front of me.

She moved up and straddled me, placing her knees on either side of me and guiding me inside her. She started to rock back and forth, looking down at me with lust filled eyes. I reached up and played with her nipples, pinching and tweaking them as she rode me.

"Fuck, Eddie. My nipples are so freaking sensitive. Don't stop doing that," she said with a happy sigh as she moved atop me. She slipped a hand between us and started to rub her clit as she continued to rock back and forth on me. Soon thereafter, her pace quickened and I could feel her pussy clenching my cock harder and harder as her orgasm approached. She started to groan and pant, her body tensing up as she let out a scream as she came. Through it all, she continued to move on me, shifting a hand behind and under her ass. She cupped my balls in her hand and fondled them, wanting to send me over the edge. It worked in short order, and I growled as I thrust my hips up into her as the first spurts of my cum filled her needy pussy.

Megan collapsed on top of me and we lay there together, sweaty and panting, clinging to each other and sated for the moment. Suddenly, the door opened and one of Megan's roommates walked in. She stopped in her tracks, looked, rolled her eyes and walked out again without saying a word. We burst into laughter as we lay there; enjoying the post coital closeness we were feeling. Finally, we mustered up enough energy to climb out of bed and pick up our clothes.

"I wish we didn't have to work tonight," Megan said with a sigh. "I'd rather lie around naked with you," she giggled.

"You wouldn't have to ask me twice," I replied. "Hell. You wouldn't even have to ask me once."

Megan flashed me a beautiful smile as she brushed her hair out. We heard a knock on the door, and heard her roommate from outside.

"Are you two decent yet?" she asked.

"C'mon in," Megan called out with a laugh. "We're dressed and everything."

The door opened and her roommate stepped inside. She looked at Megan, smiled, then looked at me. She held a hand out to me.

"Hi. I'm Kate," she said.

"Eddie."

"Yeah. I know who you are. It's about time you ended up here," she said. "Megan has been talking about you an awful lot," she said with a teasing grin.

I turned to Megan. She was blushing bright red and shrugged at me. "What can I say? Guilty as charged."

"I'm going to have to watch out for you, aren't I?"

"I sure hope so," Megan said with a wink.

"Well, it's nice meeting you, Kate," I said. "I'd better get going. I need to shower and get ready for work. I'll see you there in a while, Megan."

She smiled and nodded. "I'm already looking forward to it, Eddie." 

I walked over and gave her a gentle kiss before leaving the room, closing the door behind me. I could hear the two of them excitedly chattering as I walked down the stairs to head back to Grady. I chuckled and jumped on my bike, my legs still trembling from our encounter. Somehow, I made it back home unscathed and hit the showers with a smile on my face.

* * * * *

We grew closer to each other as the days passed by, spending nearly all of our free time together. Within a few weeks, we were nearly inseparable. I liked Megan a lot, and discovered that we had quite a few common interests. Although I never would have believed it possible, Sam had dropped out of my conscious thoughts without me even realizing it had happened. Megan and I were building something real, and I was thrilled about that. We were nearing the end of the season, and I knew we needed to figure out what we were going to do about our growing relationship. We decided to drive down to Burlington on our day off to poke around the town and have a bite to eat.

I had a huge smile on my face as I drove back to the resort with Megan by my side. We were hoping to have some alone time that evening while Nick and nearly everyone else in my cabin were at work. I pulled up in front of the cabin and Nick was standing outside. Megan and I got out, and Nick motioned toward the cabin with his head, giving me an odd look.

"What's wrong, Nick?"

"You'll see when you go inside," he replied. "Living room."

I figured Nick and one of the other idiots wrecked the couch or something. I opened the door and walked in, Megan on my heels. I stepped into the living room and time stopped for a moment, my breath catching in my throat.

"Samantha," I whispered. "Wh...what are you doing here?"

"Hi Eddie. I know I should have called, but I wanted to surprise you," she said as she looked past me and focused her eyes on Megan.

"You didn't answer my question, Sam. What are you doing here?" I repeated.

Samantha gave Megan a smug look before replying. 

"I made a mistake, Eddie. I was tricked into thinking the grass was greener elsewhere, but...I was wrong. I never should have left and hurt you the way that I did."

I stared at her, half in shock and half in disbelief. I heard Megan move behind me and turned toward her.

"I should go," she said with a forlorn look. "I'm out of place here," she said as she started for the door.

"Wait Megan," I snapped. "Please don't leave."

She halted and looked at me, hoping for a reason to stay.

I stood there between the two women, my mind racing through a thousand thoughts in a few seconds that felt like an hour. I had spent so much time wishing Samantha would return to me, and now here she was in the flesh, ready to take me back. Ready to right things again. She looked good, as she always did, but something was different. I was different. I heard Megan shift toward the door, breaking me out of my trance.

"Please," I repeated, holding a finger up in the air. I turned to Sam, shaking my head no at her. "You hurt me very deeply, Samantha. I loved you. You were my first love, and I guess I'll always love you because of that. But we are finished forever."

"Eddie," she said. "Can't we talk about this? You don't really mean that." It was clear that she didn't think there was any way I'd react in this manner. 

"Oh, I do mean it, Sam. I've moved on. In fact, this is Megan," I said as I stepped to the side and held a hand out toward her. "A funny thing happened while I was up here trying to heal from the wounds you inflicted upon me." 

I looked at Megan, who was watching me closely. 

"I fell in love. A head over heels, we need to figure out some way to make this work kind of love."

Megan put a hand up to her mouth as tears welled up in her eyes.

"I love you Megan. I know I haven't said it yet, but I love you."

"Look, Eddie," Samantha began with a knowing smile. "You came up here for the summer and had your fun. This," she said as she pointed at Megan. "You used her like a toy. Playtime is over. I made a mistake, you made a mistake. I'm willing to forgive if you are," she said as she took a step toward me.

"You're not hearing me Sam," I said as I help up a hand in a stopping motion. "I don't want anything to do with you. Whatever we had in the past is in the past. Right now, I have a different future in mind."

Megan rushed over and threw her arms around me, pulling me close and burying her face in my chest. She tilted her head back and looked up into my eyes.

"I love you, Eddie Wilson," she said with a tearful smile. "I think I have from the first moment I saw you."

Samantha glared at me from across the room. "You're making a mistake, Eddie, and you will regret this," she said," her voice cold and her eyes icy. "I guess I wasn't wrong about you after all, taking up with a tramp like this."

"I think you'd better leave now," I said with anger in my voice. 

"I'm sorry," Sam whispered, choking back a sob. "I love you, Eddie. I just want to make you happy."

"You're completely transparent, Sam. Please just leave. There's no reason for you to be here any longer."

Sam stood there a moment longer, rolling her options through her mind. Finally, a look of resignation came across her face and she gave me a hateful look before storming out of the room. Megan was still in my arms when we heard the front door slam as Sam ran out of the house. I looked down at her, and she was still teary eyed as she clung to me.




Summer Job



"I was hoping, Eddie, but I was afraid to bring it up. I didn't want to rush you, and..."

I covered Megan's mouth with mine and kissed her deeply. We stood there like that for a few minutes until I broke the kiss and moved us over to the couch. I sat and pulled Megan down into my lap.

"You know, the city is only a forty minute train ride from the Post campus," I said. "Even though we'll be away at school, we'll still be able to see each other as much as you'd like."

Megan broke into a huge smile. "What I'd like is to see you as much as I can, Eddie. We can compare schedules and figure out what will work best. I don't have classes every day...and...I'm sorry. I hope I'm not getting too carried away."

"You're really adorable, Megan," I said with a grin. "No, you aren't getting too carried away. I'd be disappointed as hell if you weren't thinking along those lines. I sure as hell am."

Megan bent forward and kissed me again. Nick found us like that, necking on the couch when he walked inside to get his badge for work.

"Hey you two. I guess Samantha wasn't into the idea of a threesome, huh?" he said with a grin.

"Not funny, Nick," Megan said, shooting him a look.

"Yeah. I'm heading over to the Inn. Everyone else is already gone, in case you were wondering," he said with a wink. "Later."

"Alone at last," I said with a raised eyebrow. "How about we go upstairs for a while?"

"I'd love to," Megan happily replied.

"Before we start, I have one thing to take care of. I need to delete a few files off of my computer," I said with a silly grin. I grabbed Megan by the hand and led her to the stairway leading up to my room. We started up the stairs, both of us looking forward to the start of the future we would make together.



Summer Job Ch. 02



Comments, please:



Bob had turned me on to something I had never imagined I would enjoy, let alone hunger for. Yet, I was so excited by what I'd done at the grocery store that I knew I would have to do it again.

That night, as I watched myself in my full-length bedroom mirror, naked, hard, slowly rubbing my swollen cock, I thought of teasing and showing off my body, having my cock sucked by a guy who lusted after me. My mind was far away, somewhere on a stage, spotlights glistening off my body, an audience cheering for me as I stroked. Suddenly, my body was gyrating, cum was spurting into my hand, over my cock, sliding up, down, up, cumming...cumming..yearning for Bob's next "lesson."

The next day the store was busy as the weekend approached. The only hint of what had happened the day before was when Bob brushed by me in the back room, letting his hand briefly move across my ass as he whispered, "That was a great performance yesterday, Johnny. You know I want you to do that again."

I laughed softly as I turned to look him in the eyes, putting my hand over his and moving it over the front of my levis. "I enjoyed it too, Bob, I felt so sexy, so fucking sexy, and then to get my cock sucked and also make $20. It was something I could definitely do again," I said. 

We heard a customer come in the front door, so Bob moved away and started toward the front of the store. He looked back briefly as I moved both my hands over the front of my levis. "Later, Bob," I whispered.

Later that afternoon we were in the back room again. Bob came over to where I was opening some boxes. He pressed his pelvis against my ass and in a low voice said, "I want you to come over to my place Saturday night for a little party I'm throwing. Just a couple of friends who I know would love to meet you. Maybe you could entertain us by showing off that luscious swimmer's body of yours."

"Mmmm," I replied, "this sounds like a fun party." I knew I wanted to do it. I knew that having more than one guy watching me would be even hotter than what I'd already done. But I'd also been thinking all day about the $20 Bob had given me and the chance I might have to add more to my college fund. I decided to play a little hard to get.

"Yeah, Bob, I might be able to do that. Of course, you know I need to make some money for college, so I might have to be out working another job."

Bob laughed, as he looked toward the door to make sure no one could hear. "Ooh, already turning into a pro are you, Johnny? Sure, I think we could provide some financial reward. How does a $100 contribution to your college fund sound? Of course, we'd expect a real professional show for that price." I grinned. "That sounds like a deal, Bob, just tell me when and what I should wear."

"Why not make it about 9 pm," he said, "and don't worry about what to wear, I'll have some nice 'dancewear' for you to try on...and take off."

By Saturday night I was feeling about as horny as I had ever been. I was nervous, but also very excited. My fantasy was soon going to become a reality. I knew I was committed to more than just showing off, but I also knew I was too far gone to turn back.

It was going to be after dark by the time I arrived at Bob's, so I wasn't worried about the neighbors seeing me. I decided it would be safe to wear some sexy short shorts when I came to his door, just to set the mood for the evening. I took some old cut-off levis and made some additional strategic cuts in the fabric, shortening them even further than they already were and cutting a slit in the side of one leg up to the belt line. Then I cut out both sides in the back, leaving only the seam going up the crack of my ass [author's note: I still wear them--see my photo album].

When Bob opened the door, his grin told me he liked the shorts and the tight t-shirt I was wearing. "Wow, Johnny, you sure know how to look sexy. Come on in and meet the guys, they're waiting in the rec room."

As he brought me into the house, Bob put his hand on my nearly naked ass. "Man, I have a nice g-string for you to wear, but these shorts are so hot you could do a show just wearing your shorts." His hand still on my ass, he led me into his rec room. "Guys, this is Johnny, just as sexy as I promised. Johnny, this is Bill and this is Randy."

The room was dimly lit, but I could see that one corner of the room had been cleared of furniture and was surrounded by mirrors. Both men were seated on a couch facing the "stage" area and, like Bob, were wearing robes. As they got up to greet me, Randy's robe fell open to reveal his naked body. His 7-inch cock was clearly visible. He was about 6'2", and in very good shape. "Hi Johnny," he said, as he held his hand out toward me.

I shook his hand, and felt him pressing my hand firmly, not letting go as he let his eyes wander over my body. "Man, you are one sexy-looking guy, Johnny. I just love those shorts." 

Bill had walked behind me. He was shorter than Randy, and a bit on the thin side. He put both hands on my shoulders. "Yeah, man, the rear view is especially hot." He pressed against me, letting his hands move down my sides. 

"C'mon, kid, I think we're more than ready for your show. Let's see how sexy you can really be." Bob handed me a package and said, "You can change into this in the bathroom. I'll start the music and turn the spotlight on. Don't make us wait too long."

I took the package and walked over to the changing room. What I saw when I opened the package was probably the briefest gstring I had ever seen. It had a very brief piece of cloth to cover my cock with two thin straps that went up over my shoulders and met in the back, with a single strap that went down my back, through the crack of my ass to reconnect at the cock cover. I could barely squeeze into it, but I could see in the mirror that it was going to be a great hit with my audience. (this gstring is also illustrated in my photo album)

As I slathered some mineral oil over my body from a bottle that was sitting conveniently on the counter, I heard very erotic music coming from the next room. I took one last self-admiring look in the mirror and opened the door. My body was already starting to move with the music as I walked into the room. The only light was provided by a spotlight targeted on the "stage" area in one corner of the room.

The sound of hot music was joined by the cheers of three guys as I moved in front of the spotlight. I let my hands glide over my well-oiled body as the music took control of my movements. I was bumping and grinding, strutting my body in front of these guys, feeling so hot, feeling so sexy.

"Jeezuz, Johnny," Bob said, "You're so fucking hot, baby. C'mon shake that ass for us."

"Yes, do it Johnny..strut your stuff," Randy yelled. I was moving faster now, playing with the gstring as I danced, running my hands up and down the strings that went up my chest, moving my hands up and down the strings just like they were my cock. I moved my hands over my chest...down my abdomen, over my swollen cock, which had pushed out of the confines of the gstring. Then I turned away from my audience, watching myself in the mirror, moving my hands over my ass as I bent forward to give them a good view of my ass. They were all naked now, screaming for me to "take it off."

Bill was rubbing Randy's hard cock as they watched. Bob called, "Come on, Johnny, we've seen enough show, it's time for some fucking action!"

He walked toward me, his hand reaching out to pull the string down over my shoulder. He moved to his knees as he pulled the string down, my cock bobbing in the air, throbbing, as he took it in his mouth. He started licking it, up and down the shaft..then taking it in his mouth, licking, sucking. It felt so fucking good, I was so hot, so fucking hot. Randy and Bill were next to me, their hands moving over my body.

Bill moved his fingers into the crack of my ass, massaging up and down, then slipping a finger into my asshole. Randy moved beside me, his hands on my shoulders. He moved his face close to mine.

"Fuck, Johnny, you're so sexy, so fucking sexy. I want you bad, kid," he whispered, "I gotta have you." Bob was still playing with my cock, Bill's fingers moving in and out of my ass, as Randy's tongue reached out to touch my lips.

I turned my head away, but he pulled my face around, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth, kissing me, his tongue moving inside my mouth. I couldn't resist. I was kissing him, our tongues were swirling together. My body was thrusting into orgasm, driven by Bill's fingers and Bob's sucking.

I was cumming, fucking exploding into Bob's mouth, feeling Bill's fingers up my ass, kissing Randy, my body exploding into orgasm, jerking, cumming, cumming, cumming, then collapsing, falling to the floor. I was exhausted, laying there on the floor, hands still moving over my body. I was groaning, "Oh my god, oh my god, that was so fucking hot."

"Oh it's not over, baby...not by a long shot," Randy said as he turned my face down on the floor and sat over my ass. His cock moved up and down the crack of my ass. "Bill got you ready for me, baby," he said, as he rubbed ky jelly over my ass, then moved his cock into me, slowly, in and out...slowly, then thrusting further in, out, in, out.

"No, no..it hurts...don't." Then, as he eased it back, then gently forward again, I began to squeeze down on his cock, and the pain eased, I was taking him. I was being fucked, I was yelling, "Fuck me, fuck me!" 

I was already hard again feeling Randy starting to cum in my ass, turning my head toward Bob's waiting cock, letting my tongue reach out to touch his cock, licking it, licking, then taking it in my mouth, alternatively sucking, licking, sucking.

Randy fell off me as I turned to pay full attention to Bob's rigid cock, continuing to suck as Bill moved to thrust his cock into Bob's ass. Bob's cock moved further into my mouth as he took Bill in his ass. I began to taste Bob's cum, then feel it flowing into my mouth, dripping off my lips as Bob's orgasm was matched by Bill cumming in his ass. I let my tongue swirl around Bob's cock, licking his cum, swallowing it, eating it, feeling so fucking hot again. Then I was cumming, cumming again. Nobody was touching my cock, I was just cumming from the sheer pleasure of feeling Bob's orgasm in my mouth.

We collapsed on the floor, the four of us, naked, exhausted. I looked at Bob, who was gazing at me, his head propped up on one elbow. "Oh man, Johnny, you are worth one hell of a lot more than $100. You'll get plenty opportunity to make more money, baby, and real soon." 



Summer Job Ch. 03



Note: I resubmitted this third chapter of the Summer Job story to place it in the Gay Male category where the first two chapters were placed. I hope it reaches the appropriate audience. 

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I had become obsessed with being a sex object. I felt like I was walking around with a permanent hard-on, continuing to think of stripping for guys hot after my body.

Of course, my thoughts were stimulated by the fact that I saw Bob at work every day during the remaining days of summer and his lustful looks were a constant reminder of what we'd done on that weekend. Unfortunately, the summer soon came to an end and I returned to school, with no easy opportunity for a repeat performance.

As winter break approached, I called Bob to see if I might earn some spending money by working a few hours at the store over break. Bob's eagerness in accepting my proposition told me he wasn't only thinking about the need for another stock boy at the store. So when the time for winter break came, I was more than ready to get back together with Bob and his friends.

It didn't take Bob long to suggest an encore strip-tease performance. On my very first day back at the grocery store, Bob approached me in the back room. "Hey, Johnny, the boys and I have a great idea for your next erotic adventure," he said, as he pressed closer. Bob seemed more forceful than he had been in the past as he pushed me behind a stack of boxes where we couldn't be seen from the doorway. He whispered, "we want to take you to the big city for New Year's Eve, Johnny, where there are places that guys like you can entertain to their heart's content. You can wear a tiny gstring and, with your body, you might even win the amateur night grand prize of $500."

"Wow, you mean a real strip show for money? That sounds like the greatest turn-on ever," I replied, as Bob pressed his hand against the front of my Levis. I quickly unzipped my Levis and brought my hardening cock out to meet Bob's hand. As he started stroking me I whispered, "I'll do it, baby, I'll do it, just suck my cock now, please, I'm so fucking horny...I need it now...do it!"

Bob looked me in the eyes as he continued stroking me. He kneeled in front of me, guiding my rigid cock to his mouth. His tongue began moving up the shaft of my cock, then swirling around the head, as his lips parted. I pushed my cock into his mouth as he began licking and sucking, my cock hardening even more with every stroke of his tongue. My hips were gyrating as I felt myself starting to reach orgasm. He kept my throbbing cock in his mouth as my body began spewing out spasms of orgasm, my cum flowing into his mouth. I fell back against the boxes, then slid down to the floor as Bob got up and stood watching me, feeling his own rigid cock through his pants, smiling, licking his lips, swallowing the last traces of cum in his mouth.

"Fuck, man, that tasted so good," Bob said, "now you'd better get back to work stocking those shelves or I'll have to dock your pay, or think of some other kind of punishment." He grinned as he left me laying there, exhausted and completely satisfied.

New Year's Eve was the following Saturday night. The four of us drove up to the city. We parked the car in a garage and walked down the street to a place with a flashing neon sign over the doorway. The message leapt out, "NEW YEAR'S EVE BASH: HOT MALE AND FEMALE DANCERS!" Just below that sign was a smaller poster with the words, "Amateurs Welcome, Come in and Entertain Tonight, win $500" The rhythmic beat of loud dancing music filtered through the door.

We walked inside, suddenly deafened by the noise as we walked down a short corridor toward two open doors. Through the door on the left, we could see a muscular guy on stage, a spotlight focused on his gyrating body as he strutted in front of the cheering crowd. Through the other door we could see two women dancing, their bodies glistening, as they turned their asses toward the audience, bending down to accept tips as they reached between their legs. There seemed to be a lot of males in both rooms, but, as we walked into the room where the guys were dancing, I saw several tables filled with cheering women.

Bob led us into the room on the left and toward the bar on the side of the room opposite the stage. "Hey, Bob," the bartender said, "Good to see you. The table you asked Larry to reserve for you is ready and waiting, just like you asked." He took us across the room to a lone empty table, directly below the stage. The bartender removed the "reserved" sign and motioned us to sit down. Looking at me, the bartender said, "Is this the young guy who's going to dance for us?"

"Yeah, this is him all right," Bob replied. "Let us have a few drinks to warm Johnny up, then come and get him."

"Okay, Bob, he looks like a real winner, so I'll be anxious to get him up on stage."

The bartender walked away, motioning for a waiter to come to our table. As the waiter was approaching our table, Bob told me that Larry, the owner of the club, was a good friend of his and he had told him all about me. Larry was very anxious to meet me after the show.

As the waiter took our order he mentioned that Larry had reserved a bottle of champagne for us because he had heard that Johnny loved champagne.

How true that was, a few glasses of champagne and any remaining inhibitions I had would be long gone. I knew it, and so did the guys at the table with me. We sipped a few glasses of champagne, with the guys continuously urging me to drink up. Finally, I got up to walk to the bathroom to get rid of some of the liquid I'd consumed. Bob rubbed his hand across the back of my levis and said he wanted to see some action pretty soon.

When I returned to the table, the bartender came over to our table, and said, "C'mon, kid, I'm Rex, and it's time to show the crowd what you've got."He led me to a dressing room behind the stage. The room was lined with mirrors on all sides, with a racks of hangers holding a variety of gstrings and other dancing gear along one side of the room. He handed me a gstring and watched while I stripped naked and slipped it on. It was a black, sequined gstring, with a triangle in front and a translucent plastic string going around the waist and up the crack of my ass. It really made it look like the black plastic triangle was all I was wearing.

"Hey, man, you look great in that gstring, let me spray some oil on your body to highlight your fucking hot muscles, he said." He sprayed my body, then, with his hands, spread the oil slowly down my back and over my ass. "Fuck, man, you're going to cause a riot."

I looked at myself in the mirror and rubbed my hands over my chest. I could feel my cock hardening as the excitement of showing off began to take over my mind. I smiIed as I pulled on the robe the waiter handed me and walked into the main room. As I walked to the stage the guys at my table started to cheer and call to me. "Hey, Johnny, show us what you've got!" "C'mon, baby, strut your stuff!"

I got up on the stage and began to let my body sway slowly to the music. I turned to the mirror behind the stage, loosened the tie on the robe and let it slip off my shoulders and fall to the floor. There was cheering and whistling from both males and females as my body began to gyrate to the beat of the music. I turned toward the audience and began a bump and grind routine as I moved to the center of the stage, my well-oiled body glistening in the spotlight. I could feel the surge of excitement from the audience. I could feel my own excitement growing under the gstring.

My hands moved over my body as my movements became faster. I started to pump my hips toward the audience. A guy in the front row of tables got up and approached the stage. He had a dollar bill between his teeth. I'd seen women strippers take tips, so I sort of knew what to do. I smiled at the customer, then turned away and bent over, moving my hand between my legs to accept the tip, sliding the bill slowly down the crack of my ass, then tucking it the side of the gstring.

There was suddenly a crowd in front of the stage, both guys and women, all holding up money they wanted to give me. I could feel myself getting more and more excited as I took more tips from the crowd, even letting people tuck bills inside the string around my waist. The yelling was getting louder and the crowd in front of the stage was getting bolder. Calls for me to "take it off," were all I could hear.

My cock was hardening as people kept tucking bills into my gstring. Finally, a guy threw several bills on the stage in front of me, reached up and tugged at the gstring until the side string snapped and the string fell to the floor. The crowd went crazy as I continued dancing, naked and rock hard. Things were getting out of control as people, both men and women, reached up to touch me. I looked at the waiter, knowing it was illegal to have patrons touching the dancers, but he was yelling just as loudly as everybody else.

"Lock the fucking door," I heard a female voice yelling. I saw someone closing the door as a guy climbed up to join me on the stage. He grabbed my cock and began stroking me. Then a woman approached the stage from one of the front row tables. Her friends cheered her on as she got up on the stage, pulling off her sweater to reveal her beautiful naked breasts. She put her hand on my ass and leaned forward to kiss me. She was so fucking hot, whispering, "I'm Janie, baby, and I want you, I want to feel your beautiful cock inside me."

By this time, Bob, Bill, Randy and several other guys were joining us on the stage. Janie's table-mates were also coming up. I was tongue-kissing Janie, feeling her breasts with one hand and unbuttoning her skirt with the other. The stage was crowded with people feeling each other, stripping clothes off, kissing, feeling, moaning, yelling. As Janie's skirt fell to the floor, two guys grabbed my arms and started forcing me down toward the floor. I started to struggle, but was no match for these guys, both muscular hunks who were regular dancers at the club. They pinned me to the floor as tongues and lips, both male and female, were moving over my body. Janie lowered herself over me, guiding my cock into her pussy. She was so fucking hot. Her pussy was practically dripping. As she moved up and down my cock I heard Bob saying "Don't cum yet, Johnny, I want my turn."

I was close, so fucking close, but I focused on holding back as I thrust into Janie. Suddenly, she was cumming, moaning, bursting into orgasm. I pulled her down to my mouth, kissing her passionately as her body writhed in ecstacy, then collapsed onto mine. Randy pulled Janie off of me, thrusting his own rigid cock toward her ass. He began fucking her ass as Bob knelt down to place his lips around my cock.

I was so fucking hot by this time, I began to explode in his mouth almost as soon as he began sucking. My body was jerking in spasms of orgasm as I felt someone, someone very big, pulling me sideways, rubbing a cock into the crack of my ass, then thrusting inside me, fucking me, fucking me hard, as I was cumming in Bob's mouth.

I went back to the dressing room after the "show,' turned the shower to a hot setting and let the water beat down on the back of my neck. I was exhausted, but also very satisfied, knowing my show had been a hit and enjoying the feeling of utter sexual satisfaction. As I was drying myself off, Rex walked into the dressing room. "Hey, Johnny, you put on one hell of at show out there, not to mention the damned orgy you started afterward. No question you're our $500 winner. Congratulations." I wrapped the towel around myself as he handed me five $100 bills. "Wow, this is great, Rex. This, together with all the tips I got will sure give me a good start on my college fund."

He chuckled, "I've got some more news that might help you even more. The boss saw the last part of your act and is very interested in having you do some more work for us, maybe even do some private parties for our clients. If you're interested, he'd like to interview you tomorrow to see if the two of you can work something out."

"Damn, that might be some easy money. I'm definitely interested," I replied. Now Rex laughed out loud. "I'm not sure how "easy" it will be, Johnny, but you could definitely make some money. He wants you to meet him at his mansion at 10 am tomorrow. He's a busy guy, so don't be late. One thing the boss doesn't like is late. Rex walked out, leaving me to ponder what his laughter might mean and what the "boss" had in mind for me. "What the fuck," I thought, "it won't hurt to meet him to see what happens." 



Summer Job: Clothes Shopping



Another summer had come and I was back home again. My room was pretty much as I had left it. The stuffed animals, that just a few years before I didn't think I could live without, littered the bed and formed small communities about the room. I was much more a woman of the world (or so I thought), the life in the dorms, and then later with roommates off campus, had taught me what the true essentials were for a modern independent woman.

I reminisced about my college years as another was now done. Freshman year I spent the first half studying too hard and socializing too little. The second half drinking too much and studying too little. Sophomore year was my last in the dorms. I was still trying to find balance and boundaries then. I did well enough that for my Junior year I was ready to live off campus and still manage to be on my way to a four year bachelor degree. Living unsupervised presented challenges of their own and soon I had wasted my savings, which had become inconvenient in too many ways.

The most obvious was the food. The 25 cent meal became all to familiar, I even started dating more just to eat well. But too many boorish guys that just wanted to score was no way to eat well consistently. So I managed a part time waitress job at a fairly decent restaurant/bar. Even though I got pawed more than I did when going out on dates, I ate better more consistently, for free, without anyone expecting me to sleep with them for the meal. But it wasn't paying for clothing. Which is part of the reason I was able to get so many dates, plus the reason I was getting pawed a lot at work.

See, I had been fairly slim and pretty flat most of my life. I had constantly been teased for having no butt and no breasts, all through High School and much of College. My third year, around my twentieth birthday that all just seemed to change. I got a butt, hips, and cleavage. Then I was forced to stuff all that new figure into old clothes that must have been at least two sizes too small. It got me a lot of attention. Skirts and blouses that had draped off of me before had become skin tight. Loose casual wear started looking provocative. Seemingly overnight I was Julie Roberts in Erin Brokovich. Well not that bad or exactly Julia Roberts. I had become curvy, and to me, excessively so. I guess part of it was that I wasn't used to having much of a figure. I needed new clothes, but was just barely living as it were, so couldn't afford them. I figured I would work in my Mom's office during the summer and that would solve the problem of the wardrobe.

Of course, I should have known that Mom would be less than supportive. While laying on my childhood bed, I heard her pull into the driveway. Eager to see Mom I lept off of my bed, bounded through the house almost without touching the floor, bounced out the back door, sprinted up the drive to the detached garage, and enthusiastically wrapped my arms around my shocked and very reserved mother. She smiled stiffly at me and pulled away a bit to both look at me and get some distance between us. She looked me up and down, somewhat critically, grabbed her briefcase before we headed into the house making small talk.

While we were putting things away, she finally dropped the first bomb. "So you gained weight." She stated. She completely misrepresenting the fact that I had simply filled out a bit and looked more like a woman than a skinny teenager. "You know that you will never attract the right sort of man looking like that."

I wanted to hit the roof. I wanted to tell her how horrible that was to say to me. I wanted scream at her about all the horrible things that she had ever said to me. I wanted to get enraged and tell her how much that hurt effected my everyday life. I wanted to cry and run to my room. I wanted to take the car and leave for the night. I wanted to find a way to show or tell her how miserable she had just made me feel. How much lower that she always made me feel. I wanted to confess that I had taken a job as waitress, the one that she always made snide comments about for wearing a short skirt "for tips" that was always accompanied by the eye roll. I wanted to tell her that all the mean women, and any number of grabby drunken asshole men, had never made me feel as shitty about myself as she just did. I wanted to sob from my heart, as it broken into a billion pieces because my mother hated me.

What I did, was bite my lip and help make dinner.

The disapproval of my shape was not the only unpleasant surprise that would be in store for me. At dinner, in front of one of my sisters, her husband, and my stepfather, my Mom informed everyone that I didn't pass the security check. The summer job that I had worked for 4 straight years, was with a defense contractor. It seemed that the few peaceful demonstration I had taken part in while I attended college, made me a security risk. Embarrassed, shocked, more than a little depressed, I tried to explain that it was just a few "Save the Whales", "Don't Pollute", and "Don't test on animals" type rallies. Nothing extreme or subversive. If only I could file something....

I was cut off. "There is nothing you can file honey," my stepfather's patient, quiet tone, simmered with his anger. His disappointment cut me deeper than the multitude holier-than-thou comments that my mother had made in the scant hours since I had arrived home. "There is somethings you just don't do if you want to keep the good jobs."

There was nothing I could really say to that. If I would have tried things would have gotten ugly, or worse.... silent. My sister tried to lighten the mood to take the focus away from how badly Mom humiliated me. My brother looked like there were a thousand places he would've rather been. My mother looked vindicated over something only known to her. My stepfather seemed as if he wanted to burst.... but poured a drink instead. I just wanted to crawl into a deep dark hole and die.

Instead we chatted. We played cards. We ignored the giant white elephant in the room and caught up the rest of the evening. I was still stung and shocked by how bad it felt to come home. I wondered if it was too late to get some summer courses. To get away from this torment of family. But I still needed to work. I needed to afford to get a more appropriate wardrobe. I really needed a break from school or I would burnout. As the evening wore on I got more depressed as Mom made just the smallest comments here and there that brought my self esteem lower and lower. 

When my sister left, she hugged me tight and got in the obligatory "if it gets too bad call me" whisper in my ear. I got the look of sympathy from my brother. When I came back in I made the excuse of a long flight and being tired. My stepfather gave me a "Goodnight honey" with a hug and look that told me that he was over being upset. Thankfully we were alright again. Maybe that was part of the competition my mother always felt with me. All for my stepfather's affection. I didn't know. I didn't try to figure it out right then. The out pouring of unspoken support bolstered my self confidence again. My mom would be who she always had been. And I just had to accept that.

I went to my room and laid down on my bed when I heard the rap on the door. It open unbidden. It was who I knew it would be. My mom had a piece of paper that she explained was a permission to use her department store charge to a certain limit. Additionally it would be a contract that had me pay it back increments after I found a job for the summer. It was her way of saying she was sorry, that she was trying to be supportive. I smiled and signed happily telling her I would get an early start and sealed the deal with a long hard hug. Too much in our relationship had and would go unspoken. I could wish our relationship would be different, but she was too set in her ways. God willing, I hoped I would never let my hurt show. If that happen, the damage, I feared, would be irreparable.

________________ The next day I woke completely refreshed and replenished. I looked through the paper for jobs at the kitchen table, and figured I would fill out some job applications first, before going shopping. First things first. It was more important to get things going than to shop. Yes I said it. I love shopping, but I could have tried on clothes all day and wasted it. 

I had picked out some nice white skirt that were looser on me than most of my clothes, yet still they managed to show more of my new shape than I wanted. A nice blue blouse that was not as tight as most of my blouses were, but tight enough that it made my breast actually look more prominent then they actually were. This was all put together with a matching lace camisole and panties that didn't show seams, which tended to look awful in my too tight clothes. I finished it with a nicer pair of flats. Even with trying to put on the most loose fitting clothes I had, I still I got more than a few lusty looks. At some of the places I applied at, more than a few catty ones as well. It was for sure, I had to look more business like, before I did any interviews. I filled out the majority of the applications in the car so I wouldn't be subject to the glares and leers sent my direction.

My late lunch had me still full so I wouldn't have to stop for to have dinner. Plus the day had been emotional exhausting, the last thing I wanted to was getting trampled down more by my mom. I could grab a bite later. Maybe I could visit a friend and not make it home until after my parents went to bed. I had finally finished filling out job applications, I was ready to shop. It was the middle of the week and dinnertime in suburbia. The store were all but deserted including many of the sales people whom presumably were on dinner break as well. I entered at the shoe department. I knew that would be trouble. I told my self that it was an accident. It would be blatant lie that I could live with.

I looked licentiously at a pair shoes when an oddly familiar voice asked, "Can I help you Ma'am?" As I turned I was greeted with the sight of a old High School friend and track team mate. I caught myself wetting my lips subconsciously. He looked as good as he had years before, only more so. He was much more a man now. The broad shoulders had become impossibly broader. I had always had a thing for him. He had letters in Football and Track, and he was always much more interested in busty cheerleaders, not flat distance runners. It took him a second to recognize me but when he did I got the full dose of the 'Oh my God I didn't recognize you! When did this happen?!?' look. One that I was getting used to, and actually had started to enjoy.

We caught up, like old friends do, all while we checked each other out. I had always want to date him, and I did manage to get him to take me to some of the minor dances and parties when he wasn't going with anyone else. But never the relationship I wanted though. He regaled me with his tale of almost greatness. It seemed he had gotten on with a semi pro team out of High School, instead of going to one of the Universities that would give him a partial scholarship. It had provided him a chance to prove himself without wasting five years of his life with college. He had been sure that he would be on the fast track to the pros, if he could just get the chance to play. All he had done was injure his knee in the first month. He had lost his NCAA eligibility. He assured me was still positive he was still going to be a great Quarterback someday. He either lied to himself or lied to me. Either way, I smiled and told him I was sure he would too. 

What he was, was the manager of the womens shoe department of a major department store chain. Yes, I know, Al Bundy comes to mind. You have to trust me he was by far cuter. Or don't. Although now I was glad that I didn't get tied down to him.... but I wouldn't have minded sleeping with him. Don't get me wrong. It is not like I had a lot of partners to this point, or really ever. I actually lost my virginity only a few years before. I tended to have longterm boyfriends. No random one night stands for me. But he was the fantasy boy from High School and was far from a stranger. So don't judge me. Or do. I know I felt pretty trampy with all the dirty little thoughts going through my head.

At any rate, I was there to get new clothes. So I told him the story about how my mom gave me her card, showed him the letter I needed to have a receipt stapled too and signed by a store sales person. His face lit up when he heard this. He told me he could be my personal shopper and that he might even manage a small discount for me if I helped him pick out some clothes for his girlfriends birthday while we shopped. I quickly agreed. Sounded fun and I would get more outfits for my dollar. We started in his department, the danger area, shoes. I picked out some cute but more or less sensible shoes that I could use for a job, then for later school, and the part-time job I would have to get. I was caught eying a sex pair of 4 inch strappy heels, he suggested that it never hurt to try them on.

He helped me into them, and I caught him at my legs. Which I thought always looked good anyways. He must not have noticed before, because I didn't have the big breast go with them. He helped me gain my feet, making sure to "accidentally" feel my butt as he put an arm around my waist to steady me. The extra 4 inches had me a bit unstable at first. Looking in the mirror, my butt that I thought had just started looking great over those passed few months, looked even better in the heels. My legs that were always long, looked impossibly longer. The swing in my hips as I walked was a bit much, but so were the shoes. I loved them, even if they did make me somewhere over 6'2". I wasn't into short guys anyway. I sighed as he helped me to take them off before we moved on. I was so into trying to figure out if I could afford them at all that summer, that I almost didn't notice him looking up my skirt as he fumbled with the straps about my shapely calves. I had made up my mind in that moment. If he asked me out for dinner, I was so going to say yes.

We went about the store picking out a lot of skirts and blouses. He took a break while I was measured for a bra and picked out a few that I desperately needed. He returned as I finished up with a small pile of bras and panties. Most were lacy and a little on the provocative side.... I have never been a fan of the common sense panty and bra. Briefs are for laying around the house, in my opinion. Which might be another reason that Mom had issues with me. She was modest. I have always been somewhat of a hussy.

After a while he would ask me if this outfit or that would be a good gift for his girlfriend. And I started to understand that he didn't have one. None of it was what a boyfriend gets a longtime girlfriend. It was all stuff a guy would want a girl to wear he wanted to sleep with. That girl, it seemed, was me. This made me smile inwardly. Maybe I was destined for a late dinner and some fun with a good looking former High School Quarterback. One that I had always had a thing for.

I had a good mix of clothes that gave me a lot of combinations of outfits. The prefect girl on a budget wardrobe. He was off checking the total on the clothes as I once more looked longingly at those gorgeous shoes. I had realized I would have to save for the coming school year and couldn't afford them. Not even if I managed to find them on the clearance rack. I smiled despite the knowledge there was no way they could be mine. That is when the familiar voice with an unfamiliar tone intruded on my thoughts. "If you model some clothes for me I can get you a bigger discount." His voice now betrayed his wanton lust. "I mean so I can see how they would look on my girlfriend," he stammered out the last part. He was trying to dangle those shoes in front of me, so he could sleep with me. That had become painfully obvious. Had he just asked, I think I would have said yes. But since he was going to bribe me, I wasn't going to say, "No, really don't get me anything. I want to have sex with you anyways!" I was far more practical than that.

The outfit was nice but trashy. A silver silk blouse, a black leather mini with nice lines that would be a great dancing skirt, a sheer thong and bra set with tiny embroidered roses on them, black pair of lace top thigh highs, and those strappy heels I had been admiring. The outfit he put together was made worse by the patent pleather red belt. Not completely tacky, but the store was a little higher end, so given what he picked out.... I assumed it could have been worse at a low end retailer.

He ushered me into the changing room with a guilty glance over his shoulder. He almost shoved me into a dressing room which drew a "Hey!" protest from me. As he started to close the door I stopped him. "I can't put these on," I waved the lingerie towards him, "without buying them." Ten dollar stockings and a fifty dollar bra and panties set was way out of my budget. "Besides I am not going to show you that much anyways!" I teased.

The teasing was lost on him. He looked annoyed at me, waving me off, spelling out his annoyance. "Don't worry about it. I will take care of it." He assured me in a flip demanding way. I was not all that sure he would. Maybe he was going to buy this stuff for me? It would be a long ways to go to get a date, a long ways to go for something that might not work out. "What the hell!" I told myself, "I never get much chance to get dressed up. Might as well have fun." He was probably just going to find a way to write it off I reasoned. I should have listened to my first instinct.

The stockings were nice, but they made me feel.... a bit dirty. They made me blow kisses to myself and giggle at the mirror. The thong and bustier, as it turned out to be, were not that attractive. However they manage to make me look curvier if that was possible. Clearly he had a body type that he worshiped. The skirt, blouse, belt, and shoes made it worse not better. I swirled my hips one way then the next. I couldn't stifle the laugh when it hit me. He had made me into what he had always 'dated' in High School. I looked like the perfect slut cheerleader. Right down to the school colors.

I took small steps of purpose out of the dressing room, wiggling out to confront him. "If you think I'm going out with you looking like a tramp High School cheerleader, you are mistaken." I kept going taking advantage of his bewildered look. "I always wanted to date you, and if we go on a date, I'll look nice for it. Not," I gestured with attitude at what he had picked out, "like a deluded whore!"

"Date?" Oh damn! I had just made fool of myself. I wanted to hide. And he hadn't even hit me with the shocker of his own yet. He leaned in and whispered in my ear. "I want to fuck you here." I could feel my mouth gape open and my eyes turned to saucers. "I want to fuck you because, you developed the body of a cheerleader whore."

I stepped back and looked in disbelief. His grin was crude and lusty. "I will get you enough of a discount so you can get those shoes. And I know you've always wanted me to fuck you. You know you've want me to fuck you." He paused with that asshole grin daring me to deny it before he finished off. "I've known for a long time. So what do you say?"

So there it was. The boy of my fantasies was a prick. I licked my lips debating, trying not to look directly at his hard cock straining against his slacks. If he got want he wanted and I got to fulfill a fantasy. I was no longer an inexperienced young girl. I had been in need of some fun after the long grilling and bomb dropping I experienced the night before. It was the 90s and I was a liberated woman dammit! If that was the case how is the only thing I managed to say was, "Ok"? And how was it that I felt so dirty like I needed to take a shower?




Summer Job: Clothes Shopping



I followed him back to the dressing room area. He stopped in front of the common room mirrors and indicated that I should go there. I out and out laughed at him. The way that visibly stung him set off a tuning fork off deep inside me. It made me a bit wet, the power I had over his.... ego. I had never really experienced anything like that before, and I was starting to think I would enjoy this more than it had looked like I would. "Not a chance buddy." I turned effortless and found several security cameras that we would be within constant sight of. "I'm not going to do a sex show or making a sex tape for you and your friends." I told him indicating the camera locations.

"Fine!" he acted as if he had been dealt a major defeat. "We will go to the stock room then," was that a smile of victory he flashed as he headed back there?

"Honestly do I give you the impression that I'm stupid?" I didn't budge an inch. "Do you think I don't realize there are cameras there as well? Dressing room. I'll let you keep the door open." I was starting to like bullying this bully. And now there was no way that anyone would take the thong back I was wearing.

"Fuck that!" he whined at me. "Fine no deal! You don't get shit!"

"Fine." I turned on my heels which I had hoped would be dramatic with the leather skirt twirling high to show everything he would be missing. However I wasn't used to the heels or that graceful in them. Though the leather skirt did twirl nicely as I almost feel on my face.

He caught me mid fall. "First dressing room with door open?" He looked down at me with pleading eyes. I liked it. I was managing bring him to me, under my power. I really really liked it.

"Let's go." I smiled sweetly at him, the devious cat that ate the canary sweetly.

We got there and I squatted down in front of him. I let my cleavage pour out of the too small blouse, and the skirt fall back from my spread legs showing the see through panties and the hint of my reddish blonde mound. I took great satisfaction that there was already a dark stain on the front of his pants. I freed his cock and my tongue swirled around the tip as it bobbed free. I love the taste of cum, and the clear fluid of excitement. But this tasted... well not good somehow and was actually relieved when he clumsily pressed a wrapped condom into my hand. I made short work of getting his rock hard cock wrapped. He pulled me up, turned me roughly toward the 3 way mirrors, and pushed me towards them. I staggered in unfamiliar 4 inch heels, barely catching myself, as he maneuvered himself behind me.

He flipped the skirt up and pushed the thin material thong to the side. I barely had any warning when he entered me roughly. If I had not gotten a little excited on my own, he could have really hurt me. I gaged, by his expression I saw in the mirror, that he seemed disappointed that he had not hurt me or that I had not cried out more then the low involuntary grunt I did let out. I was having a hard time remembering why I had been so attracted to this guy.

He grabbed my hips hard and thrust into me angrily. He might have been many things. But none of them would be a good or considerate lover. I sighed and that just seemed to get him going, I could feel his demeaning grimace bore into the back of my head and didn't even bother to look. I had had bad sex before, not this bad, but bad, and gotten through it. I would get through this.

Then came the moment when I was about to realize something about myself. It came in the oddest way. Though it would delight the asshole who was using my pussy in much the same way he would use his own hand. It would only do so only briefly. What it would actually do, is liberate me. It would tell me something about myself that I might not have known by any other means.

It came in the sound of another woman's voice, "Excuse me, but do you have this in..." she stopped short as she witnessed the sight before her, a lone shoe in her hand and surprised expression on her face.

"Yes Ma'am." He replied smoothly as he buried the length of his cock into me, his balls making an audible slap as they made contact with me. "If you will just give me a few moments to finish servicing this young.... customer, I will be right with you." He emphasized what we were doing. And by not using the word lady, bending over me, undoing the few buttons on the blouse to make my breast fall free, he made sure she knew exactly how little regard he had for me.

The lady, who seemed a bit apprehensive, was attractive, well dressed, and somewhere in her early 40s I guessed. What surprised me was, that though I was embarrassed, it was not because of modesty. It was an embarrassment born of the situation. Getting obviously used in such a way. I had some serious questions to ask myself once Don Juan womens shoe department manager was finished. Which I could tell after that display wouldn't take long. He had cheapened me in a public way which made his cock impossibly harder. Not the least of those questions would be; did she touch herself as she was turning to leave? I could have sworn I saw her fondle a nipple as she left.

I would find out the the answer to that question and many others very shortly. The woman found a seat that gave her full view of the mirrors in my dressing room. She sat placidly, watched, and waited. I felt humiliated. But not for the reason that I was being watched. Not because a stranger watched me supporting myself against a mirror and thrust my ass into the air to get fucked in a public place. That for some reason didn't bother me at all. It was because I was getting fucked in the public place with a nice sized cock in me and I wasn't enjoying it. And someone else knew that. I might as well be the whore that he saw me to be. I might as well have my hands support me on the arms of the woman's chair that watched us and see her disapproval eye to eye as I was used shamefully. I might as well have told the whole world....

That's when it hit me. Why wasn't I enjoying it? It wasn't like I just had to just stand there and let him fuck me. So I started with rotating my hips into him. Hmm yes that was better. He was taken off guard as I started moaning and enjoying his cock, in a way he never intended. Something that he was intent to stop. He grabbed my hips with brute force to stop my hip from their movement. But I was fairly fit myself, my strength was in my legs and hips. I managed to swivel, roll, and rotate my way into a pretty good time. His once rock hard cock had soften a bit with my enjoyment. Not that I cared any longer what he liked.

And my watcher seemed to be enjoying it as well. Her skirt was now hiked over her knees with one hand clearly pleasuring herself. I smiled at her and she beamed back with.... what was that? Pride? All because I had taken some little bit of control in my life? I writhed on what seemed now to be more and more of an involuntary cock between my legs. He hammered into me despite himself, trying desperately to cum before I did. Her hand had completely disappeared up her skirt. Her eyes never left me taking charge of this small corner of my life, that for an instant, seemed to be my entire universe. I couldn't help myself. I ground my ample ass into my lover and growled low at him, "Oooo Brad, fuck me harder!"

He grabbed my long blonde hair, and with a jerk, yanked my head back. His lips were tight, pressed hard to each other, and colorless. "Fuck you bitch whore!" He spit venom and little bits of spittle as he cursed me.

In response, I laughed, breathless, but effortlessly. I shrugged off the blouse and wiggled out of the bustier. "Whatever gets you going honey. Just don't stop."

It must have looked like a bad porn movie to him because he managed to get his full head of steam again, and started pumping into me with wild abandon. I was exposed in a very real way. All I was now wearing now was a 4 inch pair of heels, thigh high stockings, a skirt that was bunched about my waist, and a big O on my freshly red painted lips. And I was loving the power and thrill of it all.

And I wasn't the only one. It was obvious that the woman watching us was cumming. She was trying to force herself some quiet control, as she looked around guiltily. I felt my own waves build deep in my belly and wash over me, while bit my lip to try to keep from crying out. My knees got weak and started to buckle. A strong arm lifted me while the hand in my hair pulled me upright and slammed me hard to the cool mirror glass. He was obviously going to have his last word as he savagely fucked me, pinned almost completely naked to mirror.

My feet no longer touched the floor. He grunted his disdain into my ear, while his cock pounded hard and deep inside me. "Oh, God yes! Fuck me!" I whimpered. I liked the creaks the cheap dressing room wall made as our bodies pressed cruelly against it. I started cumming again and felt him stiffen as he came. The wall groaned as if it threatened to come down.

"Bitch!" He cursed me softly for finding a way to enjoy our experience. His spent cock pulled out of me and he let me go abruptly. I hit the floor with no strength and even less grace. I fell on my ass. Hard. Somehow I found humor in even this and the sneering asshole I had wanted to notice me for so many years. I laughed at landing on my ass. I laughed at the awaking of the sexual person I was starting to become. And I laughed at him.

The laughter cut him deep. He wrinkled his nose, as if the scent of an aroused woman on his person was the most vile smell in the world. He glared at me, carefully removed the condom, and then tossed it at me. I moved some, but not enough. The condom hit my foot, and his semen spilled and splattered on my stockinged shin and foot... and more upsetting, on one of the shoes.

I scrabbled to my feet and was ready to follow his retreating form out of the dressing room and confront him not only for myself but every woman he obviously tried to demean. A small but firm hand on my arm stopped me. It was the woman that had watched. Her touch was light, not a restraint, but a command. Her eyes danced and her gaze bore into me her will. I submitted. She closed the door and helped me get cleaned up, told me to leave the stockings and shoes on. She helped me into the clothes I had come with, then she walked out of the dressing room with me.

We approached the register where he was ringing up my purchases. It amazed me how different he looked to me now that I had seen him for who he was. I almost wanted to retch at the sight of him. However I was more concerned about why he was wearing an evil smile. I choking down the desire to slap it off his smug face. I stood there, hoping to look disinterested in what he was doing. I even managed to force myself into an open posture when all I wanted to do was hug myself, turn away, and really just leave without any further contact with this old high school "friend". But I needed the clothes and coming back in was not an option. I had to tell myself over and over that I had nothing to be ashamed off.... all in hopes that I would believe it myself. 

He gave me the total and my jaw dropped. "You promised me that you would give me a discount!" I was having trouble holding my temper and more importantly my tears.

"Oh yes I did Miss. The discount has paid for the shoes as I promised. However, and you should know this, lingerie can't be tried on without undergarments on. It is for public health reasons. The stockings package has been opened, plus the condition of this blouse and skirt," He showed them and pointed out the open stocking package meaningfully, "are such that none of it can be sold."

I was deflated and trying to think. The leather skirt was very expensive and the lingerie wasn't cheap. I would have to put back too much of what I was going to get to make it through the summer and start school afterwards. He couldn't help but rub it in, "I would suggest that you could return the shoes, but I see they are in no condition that they can be."

I was about to breakdown in tears. I could, of course, tell the store manager what had happened, he would lose his job, and maybe I wouldn't have to pay for these things. But maybe not. Maybe I would be kicked out of the store and I would have to -cringe- explain it to my mom. Plus I would have to admit to what I had done. And that really did make me look as bad or worse than it made him look. I was trying to work it all out. I kept coming up with the same answer. He wins and all I got was screwed. The irony wasn't lost on me, I actually almost laughed and cried at the same time.

"I will pay for them." The soft feminine said to his and my utter shock. "But young man, I think I saw that it was you that used these articles of clothes and lingerie. Not her. I will not pay for them and neither will she." Her voice held a unassuming authority and he blanched at it.

"Yes Ma'am." He agreed unhappily as he removed the lingerie, stockings, skirt, and blouse from the bill.

She started to collect the bags and I came out of my shock to help her. "Oh yes," she said as if she was just remembering a minor detail she had forgotten as she signed the credit card receipt, "there seems to be something on this young lady's shoe. Do be a dear and clean it up." It was the dagger through his heart. I had the good sense not to act like a fool in front of this woman and rejoice in it. I was stoic when he went down on his hands and knees to clean my foot.

As he rose I thanked him for helping me with my shopping. I turned on my heels, successfully this time, and delighted in the heel clicks on the hard floors that punctuated the swing of my hips. In my mind it spelled out to my onetime friend, how horribly wrong his life went. How karma had come back on him here. However I realize, with hindsight and more experience with men, he likely just looked at my ass. That and told himself, to bolstered his bruised ego, that he had fucked that ass. Regardless of what he thought or saw that day, I was feeling good about life.

__________

A tug on my arm snapped me out of the daze I was in. I realized that she had spoken to me a couple of times but I was so.... lost that I hadn't comprehended what she had said. "Where are you parked hon?" All I could do was point. The woman seemed to sense the daze I was in, took me by the elbow, and lend me to her car. It was a short drive to a nicer upscale bar. She bought me a few drinks and we talked. Much of it was about how women need to take control of their lives and sexuality, and how I had done that. She assured me I would be stronger for it. We talked about more things that I had trouble remembering, and not having had dinner was making the alcohol rush to my head. I was soon tipsy.

That smiling face though, it seemed to reassure me and make me feel safe. We somehow ended back up in her car and outside my parents house. I stepped out and almost panicked remembering that I had left the store wearing the thigh high stockings and the 'fuck me' heels. But when I looked down I was wearing what I left the house wearing. The kind face beamed at me again as we got my bags out of her trunk. 

In parting, she clasped my hand saying, "It was really a pleasure to meet you Erin. I would very much like it if you would come interview with me for a summer position I have open." Her hands left mine and a business card was tucked neatly into my palm. She drove off and I wondered how I would get my car. I got inside expecting a lecture about coming home drunk, but only a note greeted me. A cursory glance told me it was long. It was likely just, "We didn't know where you were or when you would get back, so we went to this place without you. I'm writing out a complete list of what you can have for dinner and exactly how to prepare it. -Mom"

I took the note and my new clothes to my room. I closed the door, striped off what I wearing and got into bed. As I drifted off to sleep and I couldn't help but wonder, "Do I really have a job interview? And what's it for?!?"



Summer Job Pt. 01



I'd taken a job as a handyman at a caravan site in Wales. Nothing too grand but it suited me fine. Few doors mended, sinks unblocked, the usual that holidaymakers seem to create when they stay over. I'd moved up on my own and loved the care free life. A few beers in the club bar, the odd trip into the local town for a drink and a walk, but mainly just enjoying doing very little and having time to myself. The first few months had gone by okay, nothing too special to write home about. That, thankfully was about to change. 

I'd gone a few days without anything too troublesome to do when my radio went off saying I was needed at one of the vans. I walked down to the office and, as usual was greeted by the smiling face of Clare, the receptionist, shop worker, barmaid.. Pretty much she did everything, but being the site owner's wife I guess that's one of the hassles. 

'Van 30 has a problem with its oven,' she said. 

'No problem' I replied though actually I was a bit annoyed, this would be the 2nd time in 2 weeks is been to the same problem, Holidaymakers blamed first time but I guessed it was just that the whole thing needed replacing. 

'Anyone in it at the mo?' 

'There's a couple who've hired it but not sure if there in, ' said Clare as she passed the master keys.

'Right, see you when I'm done,' and with that I trekked off to no. 30. 

When I got there I could see a car outside , Great I thought to myself, I'm going to have help, or worse still I'll be observed, this was the only drawback of the job really. People who reported faults and then stood around as if they could have mended it without my help. 

I knocked on the door and as usual stepped back down to wait. Pretty soon I could hear the usual creaks as someone moved down the van, the door was opened and another holiday maker appeared. Looking up I was greeted by a woman who it's fair to say, didn't seem too happy. 

'I'm here to look at the oven Madam' I said, I always said this as calling people love or other things had earned me a few funny looks before now.

'No .. Really?' came back the sarcastic reply. Great I thought, this is going to be a fun job... Not. 

'It just went bang and now won't do anything,' she told me as I walked past her into the kitchen area. I wasn't surprised; this was the same fault as before,

'Give me a minute and I'll see what I can do, it's hopefully just a fuse.' 

'Ok, fancy a cuppa whilst you work?' 

'Coffee be nice ta,' I replied and inside felt a bit more relaxed. A drink being made was normally a sign the mood had improved!

I started with the plug to check the fuse as the woman moved past and got some cups from the overhead cupboard and put the kettle on, it was my first chance to properly look at her after the frosty reception id received and I was kicking myself now for not paying attention earlier. She looked to be in her early 50's, dark curly hair , not slim but with a great body, decent legs and nice curvy bum, from what I could see under her summer dress but what I noticed most were her breasts. They weren't huge but they were, well almost perfect!, firm looking and doing their best to escape the confines they were in. Luckily I snapped out of my dreaming as I heard her ask 

'Milk and sugar?'

'Milk n one ta.' 

She finished the drinks and walked over to the little fridge to put the milk away. As she bent over I was lost again as her bum was framed perfectly in the yellow dress. Christ I thought, I need to get this done soon else I'm going to get caught out. 

Standing up she turned and asked how I was doing. To be honest I'd not even got to opening the plug to check the fuse so I just went for a delaying tactic.

'plug seems fine, maybe element or something, if so be a bigger job and one I can't do now,' I waited after I said this , expecting the normal response. Sure enough it came ..

'That's just bloody brilliant isn't it, stuck here for a week, no cooker. Perfect, I don't think!! '

I knew from experience that whatever I said next wouldn't help so I just went for the peace making option.

'I can have another look, check the fuse box and if still nothing I'll speak to the office like I said about getting you moved Madam,' 

This seemed to calm her a bit and she moved to the table, sat down and started on her drink. 

The next ten minutes or so were pretty quiet as I checked the plug again (or for the first time but she wasn't to know), double checked the fuse box but all to no avail. It was going to have to be replaced. She must have sensed it wasn't going well as she broke the silence that had descended.

'You don't have to call me madam, you know it sounds too official and makes me feel old, my names Jane.' 

'I just like to be formal to start with, some people prefer that, but if it's what you prefer then 'hello Jane,'

I saw her smile as I said it and a tension that had been there since I entered finally lifted. Here goes nothing I thought to myself. 

'I'm going to be honest, this things had it, I can try n get you a move or see if I can replace it?'

The silence returned, Sat on the floor in front of the knackered cooker I thought great I should have lied! 

Jane sat there as if trying to make a decision then leaned her head back on the chair looking at the ceiling. It was now I drifted again. As her head moved back and she changed position, not only had her dress risen up a bit but her breasts had made another attempt to escape, I didn't know where to look but one thing I did know, part of me was enjoying the view. The more I stared the more I felt myself becoming aroused. Her legs were stretched out as she leaned back and I wished for her to move them slightly so I could maybe glimpse her other hidden gem. 

Again I was snapped out of it as, without moving her head she said,

'look. I don't want to move vans. I've settled here, my hubby won't care as he's out fishing all the time, Christ I come away for a break and this happens,' 

The mention of her husband made me almost come to me senses but only briefly. After her latest comment Jane had moved again and my wish had been granted. Her dress had moved some more and she had sat in such a way I had a view between her legs. I was mesmerised. As I followed the line of her calf to her thighs I was taken in with the smoothness and imagined how they'd feel under my hand, or my tongue. Completely lost now I kept following expecting to see a flash of colour as her knickers came into view, it didn't happen. I felt myself becoming harder as my eyes saw the most perfect pussy I'd seen. I'd known a few women in my 40 odd yrs. but what I could see now under James skirt was amazing, beautiful even. She was completely smooth and there was just a glimpse of the delights that lay between her lips. People often say that time can stand still, till that moment I hadn't believed it. The world quickly came back to me though!

'You dirty bastard, had a good look have you!'

Shit I've been caught, my mind began to whirl as excuses rushed forwards but no words came out. I just babbled.

'Sorry Jane I don't know what happe...' 

'I do, you were thinking about my fanny rather than the fucking cooker, you do this a lot do you, take advantage of women on their own!!' 

This was going downhill very quickly and very badly and I didn't know how to escape...

'I haven't taken advantage; I've not even done anything.' 

'But you're thinking it aren't you, I can tell.' 

She was standing now and was so annoyed I feared she'd call out and then I'd properly be finished, no one would believe me , her word against mine. 

I started to get up from where I was still sat and Jane moved back away from me towards the sofa area. What the hell could I do? 

As I stood fully, Jane had taken a seat on the sofa and was looking right at me. She'd calmed down a bit, at least she wasn't raging and all I could think was how I'd get out of the van and how quickly I could pack and leave the site. 

'I can't believe you were 'perving' on me. Boldly sat there looking, I'm shocked,' 

'I said I'm sorry, I'll go n leave the site but I wasn't perving, it's just...' 

'Just what? 'You pretty shy now considering what you were just doing.' 

My mind in turmoil I decided what the hell, I'm done for, and I always like to be honest, may as well be now. 

' I am sorry you caught me, I'm not sure what came over me bit just seeing you in that dress when I came in a found you attractive, I'm a man, I looked up when I was working and saw more. I couldn't help it, I was, well mesmerised.'

The awkward silence returned but the ranting had stopped, 

'Mesmerised, blimey, you're not backing out of what you did are you,' Jane said. 'I'm just shocked at how you were staring; you looked like you were on a different planet.' 

'I guess I was,' I mumbled ' or at least wished I was.'

As I said this last bit I realised I'd probably gone too far. I waited the final rant and my inevitable humiliation. What was Jane's reaction going to be? I wasn't prepared for it when it did come. 

'I guess I should be flattered. Not many people seem to take notice of an old woman now days with all these young things wandering around barely clothed. Just exactly what world did you wish you were in?'

I couldn't believe what I'd heard, was she just testing me to see if I'd continue to dig myself into a whole or had she decided to allow me to live out the thoughts in my head. Well, I was done for why not go down in a blaze of glory I thought, In my head I was thinking,

'Jane, I wished I wasn't just looking up your skirt at that hidden gem but seeing it close up, touching it, teasing it and licking it, I'd slide my tongue along your thighs till you begged me to continue. I'd pull your dress down and caress and kiss those breasts, I wouldn't leave an inch of you not kissed,' 

Instead, as usual I bottled it. 

'Look I'm going, I'll apologies again and guess I'll be after a new job in place to live pretty soon.' 

With that I turned, opened the doors and walked down the few steps into whatever awaited me.

To be continued...



Summer Job Pt. 01



I'm eighteen years old.

I'm alone in my room.

I'm naked and I'm bored.

School's out and I'm looking forward to a boring long summer.

So, of course I'm jacking off my six inch cut dick.

Again.

I've shot off two loads already.

Mom and Dad are both gone for the week, taking a well-earned camping trip. I declined. I'm just not into the rugged outdoor roughing it bit any more. Been there, done that!. So I have the house to myself.

I need to find something to do, other than masturbate all day long. My folks wanted to send me off to summer camp. No Way. So I have to find something else. They left me with the task of finding something, perhaps a summer job?

But I'm not really good at much, except jacking off. I laugh to myself as I decide to open the personal section of The List, rather than the job listing section.

I peruse it and see the all the ads for guys trying to hook up with girls, naughty girls looking for a wet quick one, and of course the gay and lesbians looking to meet up.

Then I see it.

A very unusual ad.

ARE YOU MULTI-OGASMIC? WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE PAID TO CUM?

Hell yes!

So despite the fact that it is a M4M ad I read on.

TWO GAY ENTREPRENUARS ARE LOOKING FOR A SPECIAL SUMMER INTERN. WE ARE LOOKING FOR 18-19 YEAR OLD VIRGIN WHO ENJOYS CUMMING AND WOULD ENJGOY HAVING SEX, AND CAN DO SO MULTIPLE TIMES A DAY.

MINIMUM JOB REQUIREMENT IS SOMEONE WHO CAN CUM MORE THAN TWO TIMES IN A ROW.

ANYONE ABLE TO MEET THAT REQUIREMENT WE WILL PAY YOU FOR A JOB INTERVIEW, SUBMIT YOUR JOB APPLICATION AT OUR WEBSITE. WE WILL BE CONDUCTING INTERVIEWS DAILY FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS.

They have been conducting interviews since last week when the ad was first placed. They are holding interviews all this week as well, what luck!

VARYING JOBS ARE AVAILABLE BUT THE ULTIMATE SUMMER INTERN JOB WILL PAY FIVE DAYS REGULAR PAY AND THE SIXTH DAY TIME AND HALF, ONE DAY OFF. A WEEK. FREE ROOM AND ALL FOOD AND DRINK PROVIDED. YOU WILL BE LIVING AT OUR HOME/WORK SPACE.

YOUR MUST BE DRUG FREE AND A NON-SMOKER.

I could live with that. They pay me and I live rent free and all the food and drink I want. 

Sweet.

ALL SELECTEES WILL GET AN EMAIL AT NINE PM GIVING THEM THE INTERVIEW LOCATION. GROUP INTERVIEW BEGINS PROMPTLY AT NINE AM. DOORS CLOSE AT NINE.

They list a general description of their location, which is in the City about a 30-minute drive or forty plus on public transportation.

JOB REQUIRES YOU TO BE NAKED. YOU WILL SURRENDER YOUR CLOTHES UPON ARRIVAL FOR THE INTERVEIW. THEY WILL BE RETURNED AFTER THE GROUP INTERVIEW.

What? Huh. Two queers are paying to have hot young guys strut their stuff naked for them. Oh what the hell. They have as much right to get off as anyone else. Could be fun.

JOB INTERVIEW WILL CONSIST OF MASTURBATING AND REPEATEDLY CUMMING TO DEMONSTRATE YOU ARE TRULY MULTI-ORGASMIC.

Wow! They were serious about getting off. They are going to have a room full of naked guys jacking off for them as they watch. Shit, they have a lot of nerve.

But wait, think about this. They are paying to have guys jack themselves off repeatedly. Well, I'm doing that now and not making a dime. So, what the fuck. Might as well get paid for it.

FAILURE TO CUM AT LEAST TWICE MEANS YOU WILL BE ASKED TO LEAVE AND WILL NOT BE PAID FOR ATTENDING THE INTERVIEW. EVERYONE ELSE WILL BE PAID FOR ATTENDING THE INTERVIEW PROCESS. EACH INTERVIEWEE WILL BE ASKED TO LEAVE IF HE FAILS TO SHOOT OFF A CUM LOAD AT LEAST ONCE EACH HOUR.

THE LAST ONE STANDING AND STILL JACKING MAY BE OFFERED THE SUMMER INTERNSHIP.

BREAKFAST AND LUNCH WILL BE PROVIDED. COME EARLY TO AVOID MISSING THE EVENT.

WE ARE IN SEARCH OF SOMEONE WHO CAN TRULY CUM MORE THAN FOUR TIMES DURING AN ONGOING MASTURBATION SESSION.

APPLICATION AT THE WEBSITE, CLICK HERE,

APPLICATION REQUIRES:

STATS, INCLUDING SHOE SIZE.

I find the bit about the shoe size as odd. Oh well... no big deal.

WE ACCEPT ANY RACE SIZE AND SHAPE.

FACE PICTURE AND FULL NUDE FRONT PICTURE. PLEASE NOTE WE WANT SHAVED COCKS AND BALL ONLY, AS WELL AS NO HAIR UNDER THE ARMPITS. YOU DO NOT HAVE TO SHOW YOUR FACE IN THE FULL FRONTAL PICTURE IF YOU WISH.

FULL NUDE BACK PICTURE.

SUBMIT WAIVER ALLOWING US TO FILM THE INTERVIEW FOR OUR USE HOW EVER WE SEE FIT.

Wow! They are serious about this.

So? Do I dare?

Hell yes.

I click the web link and find myself at Ace-in-the-hole Film studios.

The pictures on the site clearly tell me what kind of films they make! This is a recruitment for a job in the porn industry. Wow! That's what they were getting at about the signed waiver. 

This will be made into some kind of porn video! 

Fuck that sound's so hot!

As I read and check out the pictures on the website I realize that they do Lesbian, Gay, Bi and Tranny porn.

Well what about that?

Do I care? Fuck no. Everyone is entitled to getting their rocks off with whoever they want.

Well... never having any I guess sex is sex. I like it what I've experienced so far. Which is just having sex with myself. I real do love to jack off and do it almost whenever I can get the chance. I'm definitely a virgin. I've not even touched or been touched. But, what the fuck, pun acknowledged, as long as there willing to pay me, it all sounds like a fun gig.

I guess I am going to go shave my dick and balls!

I go to the bathroom and find a small scissor and begin to chop off all my curly brown pubic hairs. 

I figure I should get rid of as much of the stuff this way before I use a razor to shave off the rest and get completely smoothed. I finish doing that and then chop off the long hairs around my balls as well. Okay that's stage one. I get in the shower and let the hot steamy water rain down on my bare skin. Take up the razor blade and start to carefully run it along my hanging balls.

This feels weird.

But kind of a mild turn on handling my balls this way. Would be really fun if they had professional barbers who did this for me. That would be real interesting having someone handle my dick and balls and using a razor on them. That would be a turn on.

Once I finish shaving I dry off and apply some lotion to my bare butt, and now bare and smooth cock and balls. Then I go get my phone to take the needed nude selfies.

I fill in the application describing myself. I'm white guy, wavy brown hair and brown eyes, 5' 5 inches, 130 lbs., now, their asking how big is my dick. Hmmmm... when it's all soft and relaxed it's a mere inch stub with my ball sack only the size of a scrunched up quarter. However, when I'm all excited and hard my cock is a slender six inches and about an half inch across, with each individual ball about the size of a quarter hanging down in my sack. I submit the pictures, fill out the form, and then wait. Just go about the rest of my day all excited and wondering.

That night around nine o'clock I get an email inviting me to attend an interview.

Hot damn!

I spend the rest of the night jacking myself off till I'm exhausted and fall to sleep with a mess of cum loads sprayed all over my tummy.

***

I dress in tight black jeans, no underwear, I figure why bother; no socks, my Chuck Taylor high tops, and a black zip hoodie, no tee shirt, again why bother.

I catch the local bus early and arrive at 8:30. Planned it well and caught all the connections.

I sign in, show my ID with proof of my age, that one was important, good thing I got my driver's permit. I sign the waiver about letting them take pictures and a video of me and sign away the rights to all of them as well.

They show me to the locker rooms to store my clothes. I and the few other early birds are in their stripping naked. I check out the competition and see young cute looking guys of all sizes and shapes. Varying cock and balls sizes as well. But one thing I do notice. All are good looking faces and all have round shapely butts. No flat asses here. I think they are sorting us so far by our faces and our butts. 

They have a look that they want.

We are all naked and hanging out in the next room, there are about ten of us in all. As we mill about there are photographers using expensive digital cameras and video cameras recording this event. I should have expected this and I don't think I was the only one who is surprised that this whole thing will be recorded. 

There is food spread out to eat and so we all take advantage of it as the photographers take advantage of our collective nudity.

Oh well.

Then again, it is kind of hot being naked amongst these clothed photographers and the other men running this event. 

I can see that a few other kinds are getting turned on at all this by the fact that their dicks are getting aroused.

Many have been here even earlier then me. White, Black, Asian, Hispanic, tall, thin, round and everything in between. All guys. They must have separate interviews for the les ladies and the trannys. I was right about the butts, everyone is anything but flat, a few with real juicy bubble butts. Some guys are horse hung as well. 

Damn! They have a great spread of coffee, tea, soda, juice, and water, with fruit, pastries, bagels, and stuff to munch on.

When there are a dozen of us in the room and most of us are getting hard ons, a white guy in a pin stripe navy suit and tie announces that doors have closed and the group interview will begin in fifteen minutes. He suggests we take a moment to relieve ourselves now. As we won't be able to once we begin.

He again explains "that the interview consists of us masturbating multiple times, with about a fifteen minute recovery time allowed between each climax. We want you to try and cum in your hands and lick up our own cum loads rather than just shoot it on the floor. You should get used to the taste of cum if you will be working as actors for Ace in the hole studios. Lubes, lotions and oils will be provided in abundance for you. You will have multiple screens to view a variety of our porn for your visual stimulation as you masturbate."

As he explains all of this, I and others start playing with our erections as we listen. 

He notices this and smiles but doesn't miss a beat as he continues to gives his intro talk, "Everyone who can cum at least two times in a row will be offered a job as actors in videos, paid on a per gig basis. We are looking for that someone who can cum four or more times. Bonus pay will be offered for each load shoot off beyond the fourth. So, keep on pumping if you can. Shoot off as many loads as you are able. Oh and those of you playing with yourselves, please refrain from cumming at this point."

A few guys blush and let go of their cocks.

"Don't misunderstand me, go on playing with your lovely young penises, just refrain from cumming."

I just gently run my fingers along my hardness while I listen. 

"Once you have spent your rounds you will be directed back to this room where lunch will be provided and those who make the minimum can sign off on the acting contracts. You will also be paid in cash for your successful interview as well. Those who can't cum even twice, won't be paid. That was the minimum job requirements."

We go off and head back to the locker rooms to shit and/or piss as needed and then we are all herded to the interview room. At this point we all are sporting erections. The camera guys are getting all of this for posterity and that makes us all even harder and more turned on.

It is a big room with even more guys dressed in jeans and slacks with fancy digital cameras and working expensive video cameras as well. They are all over the place. The walls are filled with a dozen or so big gigantic flat screens that are showing the beginnings of porn videos as we walk in. Their on marks on the floor each numbered where we all take our places. We are roughly standing in a row but staggered so that no one of us are in the other's way. We are each sort of alone and easily seen by the cameras. There are tables near and behind us, where we can put whatever lube or lotions we want. 

I stand at my mark and I take a full bottle of oil as it will be the easiest to deal with while I jack. I pour out some oil along my now semi-hard shaft. We're told to let go of our dicks and give them a rest before we begin to seriously and officially start the masturbating.

It's all so weird and so fucking hot. Here I am standing bare ass naked with my erect cock amongst eleven other naked good looking young guys who are also naked and proudly displaying their erections as well. Then we are all surrounded by a half dozen clothed photographers. Then there is about a dozen large flat screens showing all this hot porn, guy on guy, guys with trannys, girl on girl, threesomes and foursomes, guys sucking cocks, getting their cock sucks, guys getting their asses fucked. Oh my I've never seen anything like this.

Amongst the TV screens is a big digital counter. 

I think that's for us to check our own progress. We have to cum and then recover and cum again within the appointed time.

Then it hits me... all of us here will be offered to be the guys acting in those porn videos. We're all going to be paid to have sex and be recorded doing it. 

Wow.

"Okay gentlemen, lube up and start your engines "

We all wrap one of our hands around our erect cock and stand ready to begin.

"Go!"

I start to slowly beat my hot oiled meat. The sounds of hands slapping their meat and moaning fill the room.

This is all fucking hot.

"Now understand, you are all being watched and timed during this time trials. We will be able to tell if any one of you fail to cum after an hour of masturbating."

Oh God... this is all too much... I'm in a room with a dozen naked guys and we are all jerking off for cameras, I look around at all these cute juicy bare asses and hot slick meat getting pounded and I can feel my balls boiling up and ready to spurt out a load already.

Shit.

But, wait, it don't matter. So long as I can keep on cumming. Which I know I can so it's okay if I shoot off one really quick.

Whew... I just remember to hold out my other hand to capture my cum as I begin to spurt out my first hot load into my hand.

Ohhhhh God... it feels good. My hand is covered in white cream. I bring it to my mouth and start to lick my hand clean. The idea of eating my own cum for the first time ever is kind of kinky and it helps me get hard again. I don't touch my cock till I finish licking it all off my hand. Then I oil up my erection and then I begin to start again.

I see that I'm not the only one who needed to shoot off a quick load as I look around and see about half of the guys licking up their loads or in the process of shooting off their first rounds.

This is so fucking hot! My hand just glides up and down my hot oiled six inches and I'm so fucking horny. I feel myself rocking my hips as I work my stiff prick. I notice that by now everyone has shot their first load and is working on their second.

The videos are fucking hot as well. I've never seen a guy fuck another guy and hell it looks so sexy. I can see why we were all chosen for this interview. Though we all have different sizes cocks, our asses are all nice and hot, just like the guys in these porn videos. 

Ahhhh... this is so damn nice... ohhhhh... yessss.

As I look around everyone has a big grin on their faces as we are all enjoying this gig. We're all young horny guys getting paid for wanking off.

Ohhhhhh... God... mmmmmmm... my hand just glides up and down my slick shaft of man this is great. I start to just play with my cut cock head and massage it with just my two fingers and my thumb... mmmm oh yeah... the room is filled with moans, grunts and groans and a variety of music coming from the videos and all of participants. 

"Oh God... I'm coming!" 

"Me too!"

"Hell... yes!"

"Oh Hell," and call out as I can feel me reaching that boiling point. "I'm losing it tooooooo... " 

There I go... I remember to shoot my load in my other hand and just feel my palm filling up with hot creamy ooze.

Ahhhhhh... so nice... 

It seems that once one guy starts to cum, we all get triggered by it and soon we are all shooting our loads, one guy after another.

Then I notice that there are a few guys still working on their second loads, let's see I count three of them. The rest of us are cleaning up after ourselves. We all relax, re-lube, and enjoy our soft flaccid cocks hanging down as we all nod to each other encouragement knowing that we will start our third round soon.

Time is becoming fluid and slipping out of focus... getting lost in the movement of oil hands sliding on oil cocks... and the moaning of pleasure.

I notice that our master of ceremonies is starting to explain something to us.

"... do tell your friends about us. We are always looking for fresh new talent. We want you to consider and tell us in the interview about this masturbation session what kind of work you want to do for us. You can just star in jack off videos if that is all you want to do. Though we encourage you to be open to offering helping hands to your fellow actors as well. Then there is other sex acts. Would you be open to oral? Either getting a blow job and or giving one to another of your fellow actors? And lastly there is anal. Would you enjoy being a top or a bottom or perhaps willing to participate as either. All things to consider... "

Hmmmm... I think I would enjoy having another guys dick in my hand. Yeah and of course having some guy jack me off would be hot!

I start watching this video where a hot Asian guy is with this black football jock with his huge hanging balls and his thick pre-cum leaking black dick. The Asian guy is on his hands and knees in front of the Black guy. The Asian guy is playing with his own cock as he is just using his mouth to lick and suck that dangling juicy black manhood. I'm mesmerized watching this hot vid as I oil up my dick and begin to jack once more. 

I notice that those three guys have been asked to leave and the rest of us are all enrapt in our work and enjoying it all. The porn, the being photographed, the being naked, and the room full of naked good-looking young men spending the day wanking off.

That Asian guy is getting a mouth full of creamy mess from the Black guy and he's struggling to swallow it all. Just as the first black guy is coming to the end of his ejaculation I spot two other naked horse hung black dudes approaching, they've have their hands on each other's meat and slowly wanking each other. The first guy is finish and the other two present their black dicks for the Asian to feast on. The Asian trying to lick up more of the first jizz load as he gets a thick black dick shoved into his mouth.

Wow... this porn is fucking amazing... ohhhhh... I can feel my balls boil... I pour some more oil along its hot length and play with my oiled balls causing my prick to bounce up and down. I hear a few more guys coming and the approach of some of the clothed handlers asking a few more guys to leave.

I think I would be gladly let somebody suck my cock... and... ohhhhh... yeah... I think I might even be up for giving some hottie a blow job as well... ohhhhh... Look at that Black guy pounding that Asian ass... man oh fucking man... they are really going at it. I wonder what it would be like having my cock in all those lovely soft and juicy butts?

Ohhhh God... yeah... imagine slipping my shaft into that tight softness... oh God... yes... I'm starting to spew forth. Ohhhhhhh fuck!

God... Damn... AHHHHHHHH I just hold my hand around my cock head and let myself leak into my fist... UHHHHHHHHHH... man... oh man... oh man... they are paying me to do this... this is my kind of job... whew... I start to come down off the high of cumming.

I take in the room and see that there are only about four of us left still wanking off.




Summer Job Pt. 01



Are they on their third loads or their fourth? 

I'm not sure? I'm not even sure about how many loads I've spewed out as I start to lick up the jizz off my hand. 

I wasn't sure I would like having to eat my own jizz but now I kind of like it. It's kind of tasty. I wonder what other guy's jizz would taste like? 

I stretch and take a break for a moment. Enjoying just being naked and the afterglow of a satisfying ejaculation. The Asian on screen is working on one black cock while the other has decided to force his meat into the Asian's cute ass. I think the Asian had shot at least one load as there is a mess of cum pooled underneath him.

I hadn't noticed it, but my hand is gliding gently along my now hot hardness. I wonder with a happy grin when that happened?

I notice another vid scene, this one with a bunch of guys with erections all surrounding one white guy on his knees. It's a circle jerk and the guy is in the center of it all. Just enjoying seeing all those lovely dangling bouncing hot rods. Occasionally one of the guys takes his prick and slaps it across the kneeling white guys face. Precum is forming and leaking onto and into his open mouth. God... that's hot. Everyone seems to be really enjoying themselves.

I can feel the happy warmth of my own dick in my hand as I just enjoy the porn.

Eventually I pump out another load and feel light headed from the gushing waves of pleasure bursting through my cock and body. I just stand there with my eyes closed and enjoy the sensations.

When I finish cumming and I start to lick up this load, I notice that I'm the only one left standing in the room.

Should I stop?

They did say they would pay bonuses for any loads after what was it? After third or the forth one? 

I forgot.

Then I'm brought back to the here and now.

"Young man, if you want the internship, you can have it?" The guy in the suit says.to me. I notice we are the only ones in the room. "By the way, my name is Richard; I'm one of the founders of Ace in the Hole Studios.'

"Really?"

"My partner who was watching the live feed, agrees with me. We are amazed at your performance. Why don't you come with me and you can relax now, and we can talk business."

"Oh. Good. I guess I am a bit tired."

He guides me out of here to some other room where there is now soft leather chair.

"Can I sit there?" I ask.

"Of course. What can I get you to eat? A sandwich, a Hamburger, hot dog, pizza, or Chinese? Whatever you like, just ask?"

I just lean back into the soft leather and feel how tired I am... my legs are all tense and I feel weary and bit exhausted... even light headed.

"Could I get some juice or something first?"

"Of course. Rest up. You've impressed us all and we want to offer you one of our prized intern positions."

I'm handing some apple juice and I'm beginning to feel better. I ask for some pizza and as I eat something solid he explains the pay and benefits of the position. Free complete medical is included.

He asks me what kind of sex acts would I be into and I reply I think oral and I hear myself say anal as a top. He says that is fantastic.

Wow, did I really say that?

I am being hired to provide sexual services for himself and his partner Jason, and the other full time employees at the house, they include the Chauffeur-cook, Ricardo, and the grounds and house keeper, Oso. And last but not least is Viv, their set designer, costume designer, massage therapist, and all-around personal servant. They are all gay, of course, though Viv is special, he is a Tranny, has these wonderful tits and an adorable little penis. Viv, he explains, likes to be addressed as a she. As well as any other part time employees and of course any of our guests and visitors.

He explains that at the house where I'll be interning it is a clothing optional environment for the guests and visitors. Over time they had decided as a way to designate the interns from the naked guests would be to have the interns wear high heels. White would be for just jackers, clear plastic for hand jobs, pale pink for guys who agree to get blow jobs, bright pink for guys who give and receive oral, purple for anal bottoms and red for anal tops. Black heels are for those willing to be either a bottom and a top. Would I be okay wearing high heels?

"You mean," I ask, "I would be naked and walking around in high heels? Is that it?"

"Yes. Is that okay with you?"

"Oh... what the fuck, why not, you will be paying me to do this, right?"

"Correct."

"Then I guess we have a deal."

"Good we will bring you a pair to try on."

As I finish eating someone to bring me a pair of red platform high heels.

"Damn those are big! How tall are those suckers?"

"The heel is six or so inches, why don't you try them on?"

"Okay."

I get take them and slip then on my feet and then really carefully stand up on them.

"Damn! I feel like a giant in these? Do I really need to wear these fucking things?"

"Yes. That way everyone knows without asking what kind of sexual acts you are offering to provide."

"Ahh... that's right. You're paying me to have sex."

"That's right. Everyone knows by the color of the shoes what to expect in the way of service from you. We are very happy that you are willing to be a top. Our other intern is into both being a bottom as well as topping."

"You have other interns?"

"This year, yes. It all depends on what talent shows up. There are few rules of your new employment, if you sign up. One, you will be naked at all times wearing some high heels, yours will always be red. You can help select them if you like. Next, you may masturbate as often as you like, wherever and whenever you like, the only requirement is that you cannot cum. Not unless you are asked or told by myself or my partner who you will meet later. If any of we, myself or my partner, or any of my employees or our guests asks or invites you to perform a sex act you will do so without hesitation. Everyone knows your limits by the color of your shoes. No one will ask beyond your limits. Often you will be photographed or filmed, even when you are performing a sex act, that is all part what you signed on for. Occasionally we will take you out in public and you will be given some kind of clothing items. You will wear them without question or hesitation. Understood?"

"Hmm... no cumming on my own. Anyone can ask me to have sex with them. You can take pictures or vids of me doing it at any time. About the clothes, what kind of clothing items?"

"They will vary. But it is funny that a girl can walk around half naked in public and no one complains, though heads will turn. But, a guy cannot. So often you will be dressed, or undressed as a girl in public. So as to get away with being half naked in your attire in public. Any problem with that?"

"Ahhh... " I hesitate, then what the fuck. I'm already agreeing to wear these fucking heels. "Nah. No problem. What about my own personal stuff? Can I take it with me?"

"Tomorrow we will go get your stuff. We will store most of it. You can bring into the house dvds, cds, and books. The rest you won't need and we will store. You will be given a new state of the art computer, probably a tablet. You will hand over your old computer to our IT guys and they will transfer all your old data to your new unlimited cloud storage."

"Cool."

"Now, would you like to get a massage?"

"Sure. That's sounds good."

"There is a private massage room set up down the hall, why don't we go there."

"Okay."

I carefully follow him as we head out the room and down the hall. He is a fairly good looking guy. Dark brown hair with a hint of gray, close to six feet tall and solidly built. Very professional in his dark navy pin stripe suit. 

He, of course, has a solid and wide butt.

I'm getting use to walking in these things as he opens the door to the massage room. A large massage table is in the center of the room, there is dim mode lighting, a table with oils on it, some white towels, a chair and dresser as well. 

He tells me to get onto the table and I do so, stepping out of the heels. It feels good to relax. 

I hear him start to undress and I turn my head to watch him. He carefully removes his suit coat and hangs it up. Then off goes his shoes, socks, and then his pants. He's wearing a purple thong under those pants. He does have a hot and big shapely butt, just as I thought. He removes his red tie and hangs up his white shirt on the chair. 

Finally he takes off his thong and reveals a solid piece of meat dangling between his legs with ping pong balls hanging in his ball sack. 

His cut cock quickly springs into erection as he approaches me and begins to pour some warm oil on my bare skin as he works it into my legs. I just melt. He makes his way up and down my legs to then add some warm oil to my butt and he playfully massages my ass. As I lay on my stomach 

I can feel my prick starting to wake up. He works on my other leg, feet, and then back up to my ass.

He then comes around to the side to work on my butt and lower back. His erection bumps into my hand and I just find myself touching his warm tool. He adds a bit of oil to his erection and I play with his hard on as he works on me. Wow. 

I've never touched another guys dick before. It feels so good. So soft and hard. I could get to like this.

When he comes around to work on my upper back and shoulders he leans in and his cut cock lays on the table a few inches from my mouth. I don't know why but somehow I find myself scooting over and I just open my mouth up. What the hell? I wonder what has come over me. Then he just slides his cock head toward me. For some reason I just keep my mouth open as he leans in and it goes into my mouth as he continues to work on my back. 

I've never tasted another man's dick and it is kind of nice. I like how it feels in my mouth. I begin to lick and suck on his head as he does his magic on my upper back and shoulders.

He then pulls away from me and walk around to my other side and again his erect cock is set down mere inches from my mouth when I turn to face the other way. I just do it again. I open up and he slides it in as he leans in to work on this side of my back. 

I once again lick on his dick as he works on my shoulders. His cock feels so good in my mouth. 

This is crazy. What am I doing?

But it feels so good. I just keep doing it.

"There is one more part to the interview process with regards to hiring an intern,' he says as I suck on his hard meat. "Oh, you can't talk with your mouth full, let me help you with that," and he pulls back away from me and his cock slips out of my mouth.

"Oh... so what is this last thing?" I ask.

"I need you to roll and sit up it."

"Oh? Okay." I do so and my reveal that my cock is almost fully hard and sticking out.

"The last thing that is required for your job interview is a taste test."

"What is that?'

"Let me demonstrate." He gets the nearby chair and sits his bare ass on its leather seat which brings his face level with my cock and balls. He then takes his hand and wraps it around my cock, opens up his mouth and brings my cock head into his mouth. He begins to give me a blow job.

My first ever!

Oh my God... I've died and gone to heaven! 

He stops for a moment and my wet prick just throbs in the air in front of his face. "Young man, I want you to know you are as tasty as you are talented. I'm really going to enjoy this." 

With that he goes back to swallowing my cock. He licks, sucks and masterfully works my cock and balls with his mouth and I just sit there and let him. Oh my God... my boss is definitely masterful. 

I'm getting paid to get sucked off by him! This is overwhelming... hard to take it all in... Oh my Godddd... Ohhhhh... 

He takes one of my balls into his mouth and ohhhhh... so warm... wet... so flooding with sensations... can't believe this... ohhhhhhhhhh... he has taken control of me and bringing up... feelings... that are... ohhhhhhhhhhhh... that I didn't know... didn't imagine... were possible... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... 

"Uhhhh... I'm sorry... but... I can't help... myself... I'm... going... to cum... again... oh God... oh God... oh God... oh God... OH GOD!!"

I start to burst out again and he just manages to swallow me whole... ohhhhhhhhh I'm filling his mouth and he is taking it all down... 

!!

I find myself on my back, my penis is wet, dripping and limp. I'm flushed and drained.

I slowly sit up and see that Richard, my boss, is finishing getting dressed.

"Hello sleepy head, time to have you sign the papers and then take you to meet Jason, and our other intern, Jonathan."



Summer Job Pt. 02



I'd left the van and Jane with my head in a complete mess; I knew I was done for it was just a question of when or how. Would Jane call the office, would her husband come and find me...? Both? God only knew but, basically I was finished. I decided I may as well complete the formalities so walked to the office to again be greeted by Clare's smiling face. 

'All sorted?' 

'No I replied, not as easy as I thought, maybe made it a more awakened job than I needed too if I'm honest.' 

If only she knew just what this meant. 

'Well we can't have a van without a cooker, I'll speak to Jim (her hubby and site owner) and see what we come up with, there's nothing else to see too at the moment so the days your own unless you get a call from us.'

'Okay, I'll be in my van if needed.' 

I left the office but knew I'd get a call, just not the one Clare thought she'd me making. 

The next few hours were awful; I had a knot in my stomach and checked my radio constantly, waiting for the call back to see Clare and probably Jim too for my sacking. Would there be more consequences, I didn't know. I'd not done anything but would I be believed if Jane added to the tale. Trying to clear my mind was impossible, so I just closed my eyes and waited, then the inevitable happened. My thoughts led me back to Jane, to her breasts and mostly her smooth, delicate looking pussy. I felt myself growing hard as I imagined my tongue slowly teasing her lips apart, tickling and nibbling the gem she had hidden, in my head I could smell the sweet juices that were forming as she began to twitch, then move her hands to my head, then completely loose herself as my tongue continued its quest to taste all of her. Damn, why didn't I try something, but I knew that wasn't me. I went to the bathroom and decided to at least relieve myself, it didn't take long and after a few strokes I was spurting into the shower, but in my head it was over Jane, her breasts, her bum and mostly her pussy. It had been ages since I'd cum with such force and after today I guessed it would be a while again. Still I'd always have the images to keep me going. 

The rest of the day passed slowly and with me constantly on edge, my radio didn't go but every creak outside made me think someone was coming , someone who knew what I'd done and ready to deliver my fate. As the night went on my mind didn't clear but it allowed me a few hours of fitful sleep, whenever I awoke I first felt nerves, then the image of Jane took over again. 

When the morning came round I wondered whether it would be my last on the site. I looked round my van and realised there wasn't a lot to take when I go, so at least I can make a quick exit. Then it happened, the radio went off and it was Clare, can I pop to the office, we have a problem. Shit. With more nerves than I'd ever felt before I set off.

I was greeted with my normal smile which at least was a start, and then she told me the problem.

'Its number 30 again, we've had the woman on saying she's got the same problem, I thought you said it couldn't be mended?'

'That's right; I couldn't see anything so guessed needed a replacement, that's what I told her and you.'

'Well she's said there's a problem and sadly it means you'd better get back there.' and with that Clare returned to whatever it was the next guest needed. 

I was shocked. What was Jane up to? Her hubby was going to be there I bet, I'm in for a kicking, or, well who knows. As I left something made me ask Clare one more question,

'Did she say anything else about yesterday's visit?' 

Clare answered without looking up,

'Nope, only if it would be same bloke who came yesterday that's all.'

That confirmed it; I'm walking into a beating. 

'I'll get over there now then, get it over with.' with that I turned and headed off. 

It was only a short walk to No.30 but I made it last as long as I could, the van was on the end of the row and as I turned into it I could see that there was a car outside again. Well, he's either fishing or waiting. Here goes nothing. As I got to the steps I paused, took a deep breath and leaned up to knock the door. Again there was a short wait, and then the creak of the floor, then the handle turned. I looked up as the door fully opened. It was Jane. 

'Come in, you know what this is about I'm sure.' 

She said it in a stern tone but I couldn't help myself but look at her as she turned around. She was wearing a blouse today so had covered her amazing breasts and as I travelled my eyes down I saw a skirt and then, to my disappointment, legs either covered in tights or stockings. As for that delicate gem that is glimpsed yesterday...Christ what am I doing, I thought. I'm here for a probable beating and I'm thinking of her body again. 

She went to the sofa area and sat down and motioned for me to come in and take a seat too. It was Jane who spoke first, 

'You needn't worry, I know what you're expecting but he's out fishing again, leaves before sun up and out all day.' 

'I, I guess that's good then, I figured I was here to get my justice for yesterday, I don't know what came over me.' 

I felt a bit better after this exchange but still felt it wasn't over this easy.

'I guess you're brave to turn up, I didn't know if you'd come round when I called, that's why I asked if would be same one from yesterday' as she said this I began to wonder just why I was here, hubby away, no major shouting yet, perhaps was just to get me to admit it again and be finished for good. Well I thought; guess I may as well get it over with. 

'Jane, just why am I here then? I was expecting an angry husband or you to be mad yet that's not happened, and I know the cooker can't be bloody fixed that's what's caused all this!!' 

As I said that she laughed. Not for long but she did, and she started to talk again. 

'After you left I was fuming , I couldn't believe you'd done what you did, coming in here staring at me and just leaving with a bloody apology as if that was enough...' 

As she stopped I went to speak but she cut me off and began again. 

'You just left, you told me you were mesmerised n then left, do you know how that made me feel? Do you??'

'I don't, sorry,' I mumbled 'I just thought was best to get out of way before I caused anything else' 

Jane seemed more annoyed as she carried on, 

'Well you know what I think? I think you got me all aroused for a laugh so you can go boasting about what you can get up to, bet I was talk of the club last night, the daft old cow in the van who thought I fancied her!! '

She was getting really angry now but through it I held on to one bit she had said, 

'You were aroused? ' 

The words were out before I realised, her face turned to me, shit that's it, I'm done for. She turned to face me, it seemed like ages but I guess was only seconds before she spoke again.

'Fuck, yes. I was aroused, you'd been eyeing me up all the while you were 'Fixing' the cooker hadn't you, don't try n deny it. Do you know how hard it was for me not to just open my legs wide so you didn't have to peak at what you were so eager to see.'

I was gobsmacked

'You knew I was looking? All the time?' 

'Of course I did I'm not daft, why'd you think I made a show of putting the milk back. I wanted to make sure you were looking and not just 'observing!' 

'Oh but the answers no by the way.'

I felt myself deflate; this was what she wanted me here for. To lead me on like she thought I'd done the day before. Fair enough, point proven,

'I get it, you win, I made a fool of myself yesterday and you've proved again who's in charge, I'll be going then.' 

She looked right at me and said

'That's not what I meant when I said the answers no, I guessed you'd be looking me over as you came in that's why I sat over here so you could get a proper look , I mean it's 'not uncovered today, yet...' 

I was amazed, she'd read my bloody mind, I just decided to go with it, 

'That obvious am I, still can't fault a man for thinking!' 

'You don't need to think anymore ...'

With this she moved back on the sofa and slowly started to move her skirt up her legs. I was in awe, she teased as the skirt reached her thighs and as she pulled it that bit further there was another laugh.

'There's another answer... Stockings!' 

I chuckled too but waited to see just how far she would go. She looked right into my eyes as she moved it up further but I had to look at her legs. The skirt was now almost up completely and, yes her gem was covered, but Christ, it still looked amazing, I already knew she was shaven so the delicate lace panties that were covering her most intimate parts were just another tease. What the hell do I do? My mind was racing. Again I was snapped out of it.

'Well, is it as good when you don't have to sneak a look? 'I'm glad to say you've got me excited again, I'm soaking these things.' 

With that she rubbed her hand across her pantie covered pussy in such a way I was nearly finished where I stood. Her fingers entwined the delicate lace material and slowly, so slowly moved them down, it seemed as if they were barely moving yet there it was. The most perfect pussy I had ever seen, glistening with the juices this moment had created, just waiting, waiting for me. 

'Well, I'm glad you like it still, I can see it's made an impression on you!' 

I wondered what she meant but I realised I'd been rubbing myself through my jeans and it was obvious the effect it had had. I wasn't huge, just well normal, but the site of Jane had meant I was as hard as I'd ever been before. She moved towards me and her hand fell onto my jeans. I flinched at first but then as she slowly undid first my belt and then my zip I was gone, helpless. Wherever this was leading I knew I couldn't stop now. Her hands moved to push my jeans down, leaving me in front of her, my cock barely held in by the briefs I was wearing. Then she paused. For one awful moment I thought it was over, that she'd come to her senses. Then she proved that this wasn't a game, wasn't a tease. This was real. She spoke again...

'Christ I can't believe this, I've shown you my jewel and now we're here, what should I do??'

She was looking at me as she spoke and I just looked down towards my cock and then back to her, 

'We'd best see how far we want to go, hadn't we.' 

'Oh god yes, that's what I need to do.' 

Her hands found me again only this time they were on the material that was holding my cock from her. In all the showing and looking we had never actual touched each other, till now. She placed one hand one the elastic at the top of my briefs and pulled, she even did this slowly and it seemed ages till my cock was free. But then it was. It was as hard as it had ever been and it twitched as it came free, I looked and saw the end was already glistening, like Jane I was already beyond the point of stopping. She just looked up at me again, then with one hand reached out and took it, 

'Christ I said I'm going to cum already!! She flinched and looked at me. 

'Well then let's get this one out of the way.' 

With that she moved forward, lowered her head slightly and I felt the most amazing feeling of my life. She used her tongue and traced a trail all along my length while at the same time her hand was gently holding my balls and she was teasing them with her fingers and nails. I was in ecstasy. I felt a twinge and knew I wasn't going to last. Great this is going to impress her I thought but before I could say anything I felt my cock being devoured. This gorgeous woman who just yesterday I thought wanted me to be off the face of the earth was giving me the best blowjob of my life. Her mouth and tongue swirled up and down as she guided me as far into her throat as she could manage; her hands were now around my backside as she pulled me into me her l. I moved my hands to her head and started the stroke her dark curly hair and pull her towards me, it was all too much, 

'Jane I'm going to cum, Jesus that's amazing... What shall I do...? '

She slid me out of her mouth and with a look of pure lust said,

'Whatever you want, this is your bit of fun' and then returned to her work on my cock,

This was amazing, I knew I had seconds to decide and she pretty much had told me to go for it, so I did. As her tongue began another assault on me I pulled myself out and stood in front of her. Full of lust I grabbed her hair in one hand, my cock in the other and just pointed at her face. She opened her mouth and didn't flinch as spurt after spurt hit her face, her hair and into her open mouth, finally when it was over she looked at me. I guessed I'd probably gone too far but damn it was worth it. 

'That was fucking amazing' and with that she took my slowly softening cock and took it on her mouth again, cleaning it and giving it a final suck as it slipped out of her mouth. She looked at me, covered in my cum and was the most amazing site I had seen. We moved our faces together and kissed. The first time! After what we'd done and that was it: it was pure lust, her tongue in my mouth and mine in hers. The salty taste of my cum on her lips adding to the thrill. We broke away and she looked towards her legs. Christ I'd forgotten she'd already shown me her gem before we'd begun, 

'So, care to return the favour?' 

'It'd be rude not too. Don't want you thinking I'm a 'pervert ' who just gets you aroused do we! 'First though there's something we need to see'

She looked puzzled and was about to speak but I pushed her back onto the sofa and she just relaxed. Her hand had again found her hidden gem and I could see her fingers slowly moving over it, then she slipped one inside. I saw her body tense but I knew I needed to recover before I properly returned her favour so, as she lay there looking at me I moved towards what had started all of this: her gorgeous breasts. My hand quickly found her buttons but I was moving so fast I couldn't undo them. To hell with it and I got her blouse between both hands and just pulled it open. The buttons flew off and there, before me was my goal. Covered in a lace bra that matched her now soaked panties were her amazing breasts .I reached for her right breast and teasing it form the cup that barely contained it eagerly licked and sucked as the nipple that was freed. Jane grabbed my head and pulled me towards her; 

'Fuck that's good, please don't forget the other one;'

With that she lifted her body so she could undo her bra and with that wiggle that I'm sure only women can do, here they were .As she lay back they both fell slightly, but lost none of their magnificence, both nipples were hard, there just to be sucked. I started to moved my head to her left breast and took the nipple between my teeth, this sent her wild and she grabbed my head again, pulling me to her so my head was squashed against her 2 magnificent mounds. 

'Please, I need you to do that to my fanny, I've never felt so horny,' 

I lifted up and looked down; her pussy was glistening, begging to be tasted. I couldn't wait anymore other. I moved from her breasts and paused. 

'This needs to come off if you want it to be perfect' and started to pull her skirt off from where she'd bunched it around her waist. 

Once it came off my hands traced her smooth stocking covered legs, just teasing my nails along them, Jane was twitching and looking at me, imploring me to move faster. I couldn't deny her. Bending my head I started to lick where her flesh coloured stockings met her naked thigh, she tastes amazing and her skin was so soft. Her hand reached down, not forcefully but just guiding me. I kissed both thighs and knew I couldn't hold off, with all other thoughts gone, I had to devour her. I teased her smooth mound open with my fingers, tracing the outline of her lips, feeling her juices on my fingers, it was heaven. I teased her lips apart and slowly began to probe with my fingertips. She was by now moaning more than I'd ever heard anyone and I wanted to hear more. Pausing briefly I looked up and saw her lust filled eyes just staring at me. I couldn't deny her; it was hard to know who wanted this more. Moving my tongue toward her I began licking all along her delicate folds, nibbling and probing where my fingers were moments before. The reaction from her was incredible. Her body arched to meet my probing tongue and I lost myself. Unable to worry about teasing or being sensual I just buried my face on her pussy, my tongue as deep as it would go, feeling for her bud and finding I nibbled it with my tongue and that was it. 

'Fuck, fuck... '

Jane grabbed my head and pulled it into her. Unable to move I just carried on my feast on this incredible pussy and then she came... Her juices gushed over my face as her body was wracked with an orgasm that seemed to go on for ever, finally feeling her body start to relax I decided to carry on. Sliding my tongue inside her now soaking pussy I licked again and again and within moments her body was convulsing and again her juices were covering me, 

'Oh Christ please stop, I can't take anymore ... Jesus that was amazing.'

Breathlessly she moved her hand towards my head once more and, catching my chin delicately pulled me towards her. We kissed again, this time her juices were in our mouths as our tongues swirled round and we slowly began to slow down our frantic pace. 

I just had to have her now, my cock was desperate to feel her lips around me and I knew she would be ready. Moving my hand between her legs I started to rub and slide my fingers along her, then slowly inside her, first one, then another. I felt her muscles contract and this just made me more eager to be inside her. I removed my fingers slowly and moved them towards my cock. This seemed to make her freeze and I saw her edge away. 

'What's wrong, don't you want this ... It just feels so right.'

'I know it does but I can't, this has been fantastic but I can't let you shag me... I couldn't live with myself'

I was shocked. After what we had just done I almost assumed I would end up inside her. 

'I..I... '

'I know. I can't explain, you've given me the most pleasure I've ever felt and just to shag now would almost ruin it' 

I couldn't hide my disappointment but what could I do? After what I thought was going to happen today to have seen, felt and tasted her delicious pussy was more than I expected. Standing up I began to pull my briefs back up, hoping she would stop me and reach for me once more, to guide myself inside her but no. She had reached down to put her skirt back on, sliding it up paste her calves, pausing briefly to slide her fingers over her jewel once more before it was covered again. She went to put her blouse back on but looked at me as she did, the torn front where Id ripped it open meaning it was no use in covering her chest. 

'Bloody hell, I'd better hide this I'll never explain it away' and she laughed, 'I don't need these though' 

'What's that?' 

But as I spoke I felt delicate lace, damp lace, being placed in my hand,

'I can't wear these again either. I'd be thinking of you when I wore them and who knows what I'd want to do.' 

I moved them automatically towards my face. I could smell her on them, that gorgeous fragrance of her pussy. 

'So this is it then?' 

I didn't know what else to say, 

Jane looked at me, leaned across and tenderly kissed me on the lips, not lust, just a tender kiss; it was the most be beautiful part of the whole day. 

'It has to be, we can't risk every day, just remember how amazing this has been, who knows I may get to come back if the hubby likes the fishing!!' 

This bought me finally back to where I needed to be. This gorgeous woman who had let me see and taste her most beautiful treasure wasn't mine. The moments we had would last forever. 

'I guess I'll go in report in then, better tell them it can't be repaired and we'll call if we get a replacement' 




Summer Job Pt. 02



I'm a white almost nineteen year old virgin. I'm 5 feet 5 inches, I got a six inch slender cut cock when its fully erect. When its flaccid it's a small thing about an inch or so. An average sized ball sack when it hangs down, when it's cool and I'm not aroused it shrinks about to about the size of a half dollar, maybe even a quarter sometimes. I'm just a young guy who like any other is really into getting naked and jacking off as many times as possible. I can do it at least five, many six times in one session. 

I'm going to sign up for a summer job being an intern/hostess at the home of the owners of the porn studio Ace in the Hole.

I'm going to get paid to be naked at all times, wearing these sexy red high heels, and having sex with other employees at the house as well as doing the guests. Sex as in hand jobs, blowjobs, and I can't believe I agree to do this, even fucking some guys in the ass.

***

"You understand," Said Richard as he was explaining the contract I was about to sign, "that your job is to wear what we tell you..."

"Which in most cases will be nothing at all," I pipe in.

"The one constant will be the high heels," Richard adds.

"Yes and I choose the red high heels," I insert. Red means that I agree to a select set of sexual services that include masturbation, giving hand jobs, giving blowjobs and even preforming anal sex as a top.

"Unless you occasionally decided to try receiving anal sex, then you can choose to put on the black heels to show us that."

"Oh, I can change my mind?"

"Within limits. You have chosen your base line, but you can choose to offer more sexual services, but not less."

"Okay."

"Also it means that when someone asks for something it doesn't mean when or where, it means there and right then."

"Okay. So if someone says to me in a crowded room, 'Hey you, I want you to suck my dick', that means I do it right then and there in that crowed room?"

"Yes. If someone takes your hand or asks you to follow them, you do, because that means that they want to have sex somewhere else. Otherwise if asked it is always means right then. So you stop whatever you are doing and do what you are told. Nothing you do is more important than offering your body for sexual service to me, my partner, anyone on our staff, and any of our guests."

"God it chief. I am paid to be your sex toy. So, where do I sign?"

***

After we got all the contract explanation and sighing done I was offered a massage Richard.

As part of that massage, Richard also gave me my first blow job. Man, oh man was he good!

Richard is a late twenty early thirty white guy, solid built, hairy chest, though has a shaved cock and balls. A big thick dick and nice low hanging balls. He has a nice solid and shapely butt. So do I. They seem to have a thing for good-looking butts.

***

So, here I am, naked wearing red platform heels and I'm standing in a room like I was at some Hollywood studio show, a white wall with the company logo repeatedly plastered all over it. I'm with my two bosses. 

Richard has his arm around my waist and that hand on my butt. We are standing next to Jason, and 

Jason has his arm around a tall swimmer bodied black guy, all naked like me and about my height. 

The black youth is wearing black platform heels. He has short cropped black hair, green eyes, full sensual mouth, and a flaccid thick dick about six inches long with a great hanging pair of ping pong balls. He has an incredibly hot bubble butt! His skin is a creamy milk chocolate. He must be the other hostess.

We are all getting our pictures taken by dozens of clothed camera guys from publicity departments of the porn industry and those agencies who cover that industry. 

We are being announced as the new Hostesses for the Ace in the Hole mansion. Over the din of the camera clicking we can hear some of them calling out, requests.

"Give us a good look at them!"

"Let's see those famous Ace in the Hole asses!"

"Okay boys," Jason and Richard say to us as they spank out butts, "go ahead and walk around and bit and show of your bodies."

"Yes boss," we answer.

We both take a few steps, turn and pose and then turn and pose again, allowing the mob of photographers to get a good look at our naked bodies front and back fully exposed to the cameras. We then come back to stand next to our bosses again.

"Hey! We liked to see them standing at attention!"

"Stand tall and proud for the cameras!"

"Okay," Jason and Richard say as they both begin to fondle our penises and balls. We start getting aroused as they begin to use their fingers to stroke out cock heads and the tip of our shaft. 

The cameras flash and capture every change in our pricks until our bosses get us fully aroused and our cocks stick out fully erect.

"Great!"

"Perfect!"

Flash go the cameras focusing in on our erections. 

"Do they have names?"

"Are you asking if we've named their cocks?" Richard calls back. Laughter erupts in the room as our cocks just hang their hard for all to see. "If you mean what our two new hostesses names, our white boy is David and our black young man is Jonathan."

Hmmm, that is interesting. I gave them my real name on my application and that ain't it. But I guess like a rock star I have now a single new name and it's David.

"Stroke them for us!"

"Give them a work out!"

"Okay," Richard and Jason reply as they wrap their hands around our hard cocks and begin to jack us off for everyone to see.

"Let's see them shoot a load for the cameras!"

"I think that can be arranged," Richard says as he and Jason more vigorously work mine and Jonathan's hard cocks.

It is all kind of hard to take. Hard to wrap my head around this new job I've walked into. It's all so arousing. It's like a great long wet dream. Here I am naked wearing high heels in a room full of clothed men who are taking our pictures. Being forced to publically get jacked off for their viewing pleasure and it is all being recorded and will be out on some porn web site for thousands and millions to see. We are just paid sex objects and that is what I signed up to be.

Wow! It feels great!

Despite how many times I've already cum today I can feel my balls and cock heating up with hot cum. Our cocks are being pounded and our photographer audience are loving it. We begin to moan as we near our climaxes. Ohhhhh...God...he's going to make...mmmmmmeee...cummmmm...for alllll...ohhhhhh to seeeee...oh God...oh God...oh God...

"Make them cum!"

"Shoot their loads!"

"Work those pricks!"

Oh God...Oh God...we are...going...to have...to cummmmm...for them...Oh God...yessss...yesssss...

"Come on David," Richard says as he pounds my hard prick with his fist, "Shoot your load for them. Cum for the cameras."

"Oh God!" both Jonathan and I cry out as we begin to ejaculate hot cream.

"Fantastic!"

"Keep it up!"

As the cameras flash and we spurt forth our thick hot jizz for them to capture. Oh God!!

Oh God...I can't believe how many times I've cum today!! As I spurt out one last thick burst of hot jizz onto the floor in front of me.

"Wonderful!"

"Great."

"Great loads!"

I'm spent and I'm shaking.

"Now the boys have other things to do so that's all for now," Richard says as he takes his hand away from my shrinking dick. "But, please clean me up first," as he brings his hand up to my mouth to lick off some of my cum that got onto his hand.

I obey and the cameras love it. I like the taste of his cum.

We are finally taken out of this room and guided into down the hall to a large room which is enclosed with glass walls. It is an empty conference room. In the center of it is a long oblong table with a dozen chairs around it.

"Now boys, we have the finally stages of negotiations with a new overseas distributors," Richard explains.

"If all goes well and you help us," Jason explains.

"What do you want from us?" Jonathan asks.

"Why, sex of course," Jason replies.

"You are to give the two head representatives blow jobs as we finish our negotiations," Richard explains. 

I spot some cushions placed underneath the conference table.

I point to them and ask, "Are those for us?"

"Yes." Richard replies. "Now be a good boy and crawl under there and when our two delegates arrive crawl to them and suck their cocks for us."

We agree and get on our hands and knees and get under the table to wait for the others to arrive.

"Hi," Jonathan says as we crawl together, "glad you were picked. I guess I'm Jonathan."

"Hi and I guess I'm David. Why are you glad I was picked?"

"You got great legs, a great ass and a sweet looking cock and balls. Can't wait to get a taste."

I blush.

"I can't help but admire your cock and your ass as well," I reply. "You are fucking hot."

"Our work begins," Jonathan says at the sound of the door opening. In walks two thirty-somethings in expensive suits, by their voices I believe they are French. They sit down and we crawl toward them.

As everyone settles in Jason explains to the two French delegates, that Jason and Richard have brought some treats for their distinguished guests at this last stage of the negotiations.

The two French men respond that they don't see any pastries on the table.

That's our cue to crawl between their legs and present ourselves.

"We're the trick and you're the treats," Jonathan says as he reaches up to his guy's pant leg.

"Allow us to relieve you," I say poking my head up between my guy's spread wide legs.

They are surprised but don't stop us as we reach to undo their belts and then unzip their pants.

"Could you get up for a moment so we have better access?" Jonathan politely asks.

They ask what we are doing down there and we explain we are here to give them a blowjob if that would be okay with them.

They are shocked and sputter that this is not what they were expecting.

Our bosses explain that it is all part of Ace in the Hole many perks, and they hope that our efforts our their behalf will be appreciated.

"So," I ask, "Can you get up for a moment so I can remove your pants?" I ask so very politely as if this is nothing out of the ordinary.

"If you insist," he says as he stands up.

"Thank you," I say as I reach up to pull his suit pants down and get them off his leg. "That's better. Shall I remove those pretty gray boxers as well?" I ask.

"If they will be in your way," my Frenchman says kindly. "Shall I take them off or do you want the honors?"

"Oh, I would love to do it," I say, making this up as I go along. I reach up and pull his boxers down his leg to reveal a hairy ball sack and a reasonable sized piece of uncut man meat between his leg.

"You can sit down now," I say.

He does and I bring myself closer to his naked crotch with my mouth a mere inch away from him.

I hear my bosses say, "Now let's all get down to business."

With that I take his firm and now aroused penis in my hand and bring it to my open mouth. My tongue licks his uncut head and I savor the new flavors. While they all begin their trade talks.

They just carry on as if it is perfectly normal that Jonathan and me are under the table, naked and are here to suck these guys off as they go about their business.

I for one, must confess I am liking my new job. I am enjoying all these new sensations. I've never seen or felt a uncut cock before and find it fascinating. I slide his foreskin back to reveal his head and taste lick a dab of precum that has formed on it. My man moans in appreciation as I take his warm hard head into my mouth.

Jonathan and I continue to give these guys blow jobs as they and my boss work out their business contract. I can spot of few secretaries and other office workers passing by as they glance in at us. They all smile and smirk as they watch what is going on. None are surprised though, they have seen things like this before I gather. Our two French men try and act as if what we are doing to their bodies with our hands and mouths doesn't amount to any kind of distraction. We of course are doing or best to make them notice that we have their cocks in our mouths and our sucking the shit out of them. 

I can taste his flowing pre-cum as I do my mouth magic on his hot dick and I am getting the hang of this. I can swallow his cum without gaging now and I like the different taste of it. This is fun! Yum!

I let his cock hang there as I take one of his balls into my mouth, suck on it, and let my tongue play with it.

That gets a moan out of him.

I flick my tongue along the tip of his shaft and he moans with each flick. I'm finally getting to him. I can play with his balls as I run my mouth up and down his dribbling shaft and I can feel his balls boiling. He is beginning to beg me to stop. I can hear my boss repeat their question and ask for a response. I don't let up and he can control himself and he can't stop begging for me to stop and give him a moment to think. I don't.

"Okay! Okay! Oh God...Okay!" he bursts out and at the same time he burst forth inside my mouth.

My boss says, "Excellent, we have a deal."

"Yes...yes...yesss...we dooooo..." he cries out as I swallow his hot jizz flooding my mouth. I can hear Jonathan's guy also cumming as well. We both swallow their cum loads as my bosses have them sign the contracts.

Finally it is over and they stagger on shaky legs and happily pick up their clothes and get to leave. Congratulating my bosses on their expert negotiations.

"You two did well I see," Jason says to us. "We know they can suck, how well can they fuck?"

"I don't know? Richard says, "We have worked hard and we deserve a treat, I agree. Jonathan come over here and help me out of my clothes."

"David comes over here as well."

Richard is a heftier man with a bigger butt so it makes sense that he would want Jonathan's big cock. David is a bit more slender and more my size. Richard and Jason take off their shoes, we undo their pants, and set them carefully on a chair, acting like fucking our bosses in public is a perfectly normal thing. 

I can feel my cock get hard just thinking about what I am going to do. I'm going to fuck this guy in the ass in public for all his employees to see.

I pull down Jason's silver silk boxers and admire his solid firm ass and legs. He spreads his legs apart and tells me to get down and tongue his hole. This is more than I bargained for, licking some guys asshole, but hey what the hell. He looks like a guy who is very careful about cleanliness and he does have a nice looking ass. 

I run my tongue along his soft firm butt cheeks and make my way to the valley that is between his cheeks. I tongue between his cheeks and flick my tongue at his ass bud.

"Oh yes..." Jason responds. "Tongue it, get my good and wet for you to slide into me."

I hear and obey as I tongue his hole gliding over the edge and finally making my way into it as he spreads his butt wide for me. I glance over at Jonathan and watch as he begins to slip his milk chocolate cock head into Richards white bubble ass.

"I'm wet enough," Jason says. "Now fuck my ass."

I get up and approach him with my hand around my hard erection as I point my head at his asshole. 

I feel it press against his hole and he leans back as I lean into him. Oh my God! I feel my head with a sloppy pop slip into him!

"Yes! Push it in!" Jason cries out.

I do. I feel my hot rod slide into his yielding firmness. He is so tight, firm and tender. I slip deep into his ass until I press my balls up against his buttocks. Oh my God! I'm inside of this guy's fucking hole! It is so warm and wonderful; it grips me and holds me.

"Fuck me...slide in and out and fuck my ass..." Jason murmurs.

I do and it is wonderful. I've never been inside of anyone and it feels so incredible. I pull back and then plunge back into his ass and slowly repeat the motion as I begin to fuck his ass. Oh my God! I am fucking someone! And doing it for all to see! I notice office guys watching Jonathan and I as we both fuck our bosses.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" With each exclamation that is ripped out of our mouths I plunge in and out of his naked and wet asshole.

I glance over at Jonathan and watch him push his black horse cock in and out of Richard's pale plump wide ass, I can almost hear Jonathan's big milk chocolate balls bounce and slap Richard's ass with each deep strong thrusts. They are both in rapture enjoying giving and receiving a hefty hot fuck.

Having my hot cock sliding in and out of this wet tight ass is such exquisite pleasure. I wonder what it feels like to have someone do me? I try to imagine what Jonathan's eight thick inches would do to my tight butt. Would it be painful or be wickedly pleasure? I almost want to ask him to take his cock and slide it into my ass. But, that's for another day, another night. 

I'll have plenty of opportunities. Now I'm just going to enjoy sodomizing this juicy ass.

In and out of his ass I go and I just don't want to stop...this is so much better than jacking off...feeling this tight wet hole grip my cock as I slide it in and out...oh God...

"More...more...fuck...," Jason moans as I fuck his ass. "Oh fuck you are a perfect cock...you fill my hole...best ever fuck...fuck...more...harder...faster...oh fuck...don't stop...ram it in me...pound me...ohhhhh..."

I hear a door open behind me and the sound of someone coming into the room.

"Ummm," a soft hesitant masculine voice says. "I'm sorry sirs, but you ahhh specifically asked to be interrupted."

"Yes...yes...oh Fuck...yes..." Jason says in response as I just keep pounding his ass.

"You two have an important meeting to get to...I'm sorry but you did explicitly say to remind you whatever you were ahhhh engaged in."

"Ohhh...Hell," Richard says as Jonathan rams his black cock into his ass. "Yes. We did."

"Ohhhhh...the boys seem to be just..." Jason moans trying to be calm and coherent. "getting a good start on their asssss...sighment...FUCK!" I just plunged my cock even deeper into his ass.

This is fun!

"Tell them," Richard says with a moan. "We will be there shortly...as soon as we cannnnnn..."

"Yes sir," a very embarrassed office boy says as he stares at the scene with his big wide blue eyes. He doesn't want to leave. He just wants to stay and watch.

"Fuckkkkk..."Jason exclaims. "Now stop watching and uhhhhh...go and tell them we will be there...as soon as these boys can finish up their business..."

"YYYYesss sir. Go. Yes, I must, go," he says very reluctantly.

"Now boys," Richard says, "Please hurry up and cum for us."

"Fuck yes." Jason cries out. "Cum now and fill us with your juice...now! Do it!"

Both Jonathan and I rise to the occasion and vigorously pound their asses with our cocks trying our best to get our semen to boil and burst forth.

"That's it!" our bosses cry out. "Fuck our asses! Fill our ass with you cum! Now! Now! Please do it now!!"

Oh fuck! Yes...I feel it...yes...once again...I feel that sensation in my balls and cock...yes...pound and pound...thrust and thrust his ass...and here it is...sooooonn...so very soon...I can feeeellll it rising...YESSSS I am Cuuuuuummmmming! 

I bury my cock as deep into his ass as I can as I feel my head burst forth with hot cream and gush deep into his hold. OHHHHHHH.

"Oh God!" our bosses cry out. "That's it! I can feel you filling me!!"

Ohhhhh...I cannn't believe how many times I've shotttt oooohhh my load...fuck...today...and uhhhh...yesss...I'm doing it...again...pouring out hot creamy jizz...into this juicy hole...ooooohhhh...

!!

Everything is lost but heat and the smell of sweat and feel of hot soft firm flesh...I'm...

Then, when I can focus, I realize I'm exhausted. 

I feel myself shaking, shrinking, being all moist and tired...and slipping out...




Summer Job Pt. 02



"Good boy," Jason croaks in whisper. "Good boy...oh yes...you did good." He pants and staggers away from me. "Relax. You deserve it. Ricardo will come and take you home."

"Time for us to get dressed and go," Richard says. "As for Jonathan, you will be coming along with us."



Summer Job Pt. 02



I walked towards the door and as my hand reached the handle I turned towards her. 

'Thank you, that was amazing.' 

She dipped her head and then looked back at me with a smile on her lips.

'It was, perfect' 

As I left the van I turned round hoping to maybe see her at a window once more but she had gone. 

I made my way back to the office; Clare looked up at me, 

'All ok? You seem fed up.' 

I couldn't tell her the reason so why bothers, 

'I'm good, just didn't get to finish in van 30 again.'

If only she knew what I really meant.

'Never mind, you can't sort everything, they'll be others you'll manage I'm sure.'

I only saw Jane once more. She was in the site club on bingo night. I saw her walk towards the bar. She looked around and saw me looking at her. I went to stand but she just smiled and shook her head. It had been a wonderful few hours but could never be more. What it had done was opened my eyes to just what may go on behind the curtains on the site and the possibilities that were there. It would be a summer that changed me forever.



Summer Job Pt. 03



Thanks for the feedback so far. Glad the tales are generally well received. Still fairly new to all this so all appreciated. 

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The next few weeks following my encounter with Jane passed without incident. I had done my usual share of jobs, nothing major. What I had started doing was paying more attention if the call out was to a female. A few cheeky words here and there, the odd flash of leg, a brush against a breast as I moved past someone but nothing more. It was just that I was more aware of it, or in honesty looking for it. That afternoon with Jane had awakened something in me. 

I was in my van just wasting another day when my radio went off, it was Clare.

'Broken shower in Van 15, can you get there quick it won't turn off' 

'No problem, I'm on my way'. Gathering my tools I headed out the door to see what awaited me. I knew it must be urgent as it has been called in rather than me going to the office first. I just hoped it was easier than the last time when 'the knob had just come off' a shower, more like the old idiot had slipped and broke it. 2 hrs. getting soaked whilst I had his amateur plumbing skills and tales of walking the hills in my ear. Please let this one be easier I thought. 

As I approached the van I didn't see any cars so wondered if the place would be empty. Walking up to few steps I knocked on the door and waited, nothing. I knocked again and this time heard a shout from inside. 

'Who's that? I'll be there in a minute'

'I'm here about the shower ' o replied, still no idea who this voice belonged too or where it was coming from. 

'Oh, no worries, just come in the door isn't locked'

'Okay ta' and with that I went inside. 

Once inside I still couldn't see anyone but had figured the reason. Towels were on the floor leading to the bathroom area and more still were near the door. 'Blimey done a decent job of it 'I thought to myself and I made my way to bathroom and poked my head inside. It was then a found who the voice belonged too. Leaning into the cubicle, still trying to stem the flow of the water was a woman, barely 5ft tall, wearing what looked like a bathrobe and also appearing soaked through. I coughed to get her attention and she jumped, startled as I guess she hadn't known I was behind her. She slipped on the floor and fell towards the wash basin, grabbing hold and steadying herself she turned to me and gave me the most amazing smile. 

'wow you got me, didn't here you creep up on me cheeky!' 

I was a bit confused so mumbled, 

'I'm sorry I thought you heard me call and you said come in??' 

'Oh that would have been mum, she's in her bedroom I've not left here since our little leak' and with that she gave a giggle leaned against the basin once more. 

My mind had started its now usual post Jane whirring and I liked where it was going! Mother and daughter in the same van?? No what am I thinking. Perhaps sensing I was wandering I was interrupted again with a giggle. 

'Well are you here to fix this or just daydream?' 

'Oh, we, yes sorry I'll have a look' 

Straight away I could see the problem, the dial had broken and meant the shower was stuck at on, water just pouring from it. I stepped out of the bathroom and went to the sink to find the water cut off, 

'Shout me if it stops' I called back,

Once located a voice from the bathroom confirmed id sorted it. 

'Yeay! Thank god, I thought it'd never stop'

Returning to the bathroom I looked at the scene in front of me. The shower was a no go and would have to be replaced but that wasn't what has my attention. Now kneeling on the floor, mopping up the water that was left was a wet, barely covered vision. Her bathrobe was split at the waist so I had a view of her legs and best of all, as she moved to wipe the water with one of the towels the top of her robe kept moving open giving me a view of her gorgeous young breasts. They were perfect, pert and with nipples that just begged to be licked and teased. Behind me I heard her mom moving about and was about to turn and speak when she shouted 

'I'm going for a walk Beth, I can't have my last day ruined because you've been messing about again ' and with that the caravan door opened and closed with a slam. 

I'd still only heard her mom and not seen her, but I was more than happy with what my eyes were viewing. I looked back into the bathroom, hoping to continue my slow exploration of her body but when I did I saw on the girls face that her mood had changed. The smiley face that had greeted me and joked a few moments earlier had been replaced with a dark and angry look. 

'Bloody great, I'm dragged on holiday and now she's gone n left me on my own again!!'

I wasn't sure how to reply and it was obvious it had become a family thing so I just said 

'I can come back if you want? The waters stopped and it needs a new one anyway that'll have to be ordered, did your mum say it's your last day?'

'Mum? You mean Helen, that old cow, but yea it is, so glad too, it's been a shit last few days' 

Sensing I was in danger of having to act as some sort of mediator between a warring mum and daughter I went to go, this certainly wasn't how the mother and daughter thing had been playing out in my mind only a short time ago!

, 

'You not enjoyed the break then? Should be fun just mom and daughter away for a week?'

She looked at me and shook her head, 

'It was to start with, we had a good few days but we've got on each other's nerves now, she likes to be out all day at local shops n stuff and I just want to relax and enjoy my stay, as the weeks gone on its got worse, this is our first holiday on our own and this happening this morning has just finished it off great' 

As she said this she put her head in her hands and leaned forward, I'm sure she was deep in thought but once more my eyes were captivated. In leaning forward her robe had slipped down and open more so that it barely covered her one shoulder , as I looked I saw the curve of her neck and the faintest of tan lines, moving my glaze lower I saw once more a sight of her perfect breasts. Her breathing was causing them to rise slowly but each time she did her nipples looked as if they were about to break free. I knew then I wanted her, I had to feel her, to kiss her, explore her, feel those young breasts under my hands and with my tongue. I was fighting against my instincts to just move over to her and pick up her young, lean naked body and just ravish her. I couldn't believe what my mind was telling me to do. I made one last attempt at saving myself. 

'So surely 2 girls on their own should have had a great time?'

I wondered myself why id said it and she just looked at me with a blank expression and show her head,

'Fucking hell, what are you on?? My mom's 43 and I'm 19, it's not as if we're best mates and anyway, there isn't much nightlife here if we were bothered!! ' 

I shook my head, partly at the reaction but mostly at the bloody stupid thing I'd said. 

'I guess so, not my best comment ever I'll agree'

'Too bloody right' she said but as she did a smile played slightly across her lips. 

'So what is so great to do here anyway that you think me n mom would get up to??'

To be fair I knew there wasn't a lot, there was the site club of course and the games rooms n usual pool and gym but it was a quiet site, the local town was ok but again not really a place to go out for a long time, a decent restraint and a few local pubs. Good for man of my age but not a young girl, n defiantly not for her and her mom. 

'You know what, your right ' I said, 'it's a place to come to and relax, other than that there's not much. I'll just check the showers safe and I'll be off, just out of curiosity how did it break anyway? ' 

When I said this girl turned her face away from me, this reaction surprised me so I just carried on asking, little knowing where it would lead. 

'There pretty well fixed on, you'd really have to bang it to make it come off completely, I've only seen it happen a couple of times befo... '

Before I could finish she had stood up, and pointed to the shower cubicle, following her hand I saw something in the corner, it was the dial from the shower, Still not knowing what had gone on I just looked at her with a blank expression. She shook her head and moved towards me. As she got nearer she titled her head to look up at me; being just over six foot I was looking down at her petite frame and into her eyes. She motioned for me to sit down; confused I put the seat of the toilet down and say there. Not knowing where this was going I just looked at her. Then she spoke. 

'If you must know how it broke it was because I grabbed it whilst I was fingering myself'

She said this in such a matter of fact way I was speechless. I just looked at her. If her intention was with that statement was to stun me she had succeeded. As if she felt more was needed she carried on, 

'Yep that's how it broke. I was sliding my fingers into my tight moist pussy and I slipped; my legs have way and I just grabbed hold of it, there's sod all to do so I decided to entertain myself! There, that a good enough reason for you!!'

As she finished she looked me right in the eye. Without saying anything else she took my hand and placed it under her robe, 

'See, it's still wet isn't it, can you feel how smooth it is too, go on I bet you've never felt anything like that have you!!'

I didn't know how to react, looking at her though I knew it would only have one outcome however hard I tried to fight it. Her hand was still on mine, pushing me against her hidden treasure, she moved it so my palm moved over her moist lips; I could feel the heat form her, our hands jointly rubbed against her. Stepping back she took her hand off mine and in one gorgeous motion undid the rest of her robe to let it fall to the floor. There before me was the most amazing, tender, teenage body I had ever seen. My hand was still on her but seeing her whole body before me I didn't know what to do. Leaving her pussy my hand travelled up her smooth stomach, past her belly button and up to the curve of her breast, my other hand head joined it and then I lost control, I just had to have her. Crushing her breasts under my hands I teased her nipples and reaching round her back I pulled her into me, my mouth enveloping first one then the other breast. 

They were amazing, they weren't huge by any means but felt as perfect as my tongue danced and teased over her nipples, she leaned towards me and taking my head in her hands darted her tongue between my lips. Her kisses were forceful, passionate. I felt like she was trying to tie my tongue into knots. I was in heaven. Still entwined in our kiss my hands moves back to where this had all began. I heard her moan as we still kissed as I traced the outline of her smooth shaven lips , then unable to continue the wait any longer I slid a finger inside her , normally I would try to prolong this moment but with our lips still locked and in the heat of passion I lost my reserve. I slid another finger inside her and was amazed at how tight she was. Sliding back in and out I used my thumb to find her most sensitive part and I was instantly rewarded, breaking our kiss her lips moved to my neck and she buried her head on my shoulder. 

'Oh please. Make me cum. I need to so badly, finger fuck me, oh god yes... '

Her words released another part of me and I drove my fingers into her and kept up my work on her clit. Within moments her body tensed and she moved into me, moaning she once more implored me to make her cum. My fingers almost aching now I feared I would have to stop but then it happened, that amazing moment. Her breathing became shallow. She bit my neck and within an instant I felt her pussy clamp around my fingers and her body start to contract, she screamed out so loud I can't believe we weren't heard as her young body was washed over by first one and then a second orgasm. Collapsing down on the floor she just looked at me. 

'Fuck that was amazing but I need you to fuck me too; if your fingers feel that good I've got to have your cock in me' 

She reached our hand and pulling me up lead me out of the bathroom towards a bedroom. I couldn't believe it. There in front of me was a naked perfect arse, I'd just bought her to orgasm on with my fingers and now I was about to fuck her as well. My dreams were all coming true after all. 

As we got to the door she let go of my hand and turned to face me. My eyes took in all of her naked beauty, from her pert breast to her still moist lips that held the jewel I was about to enter. She leant against the door and motioned for me to go in; pausing to kiss her once more I took her in my arms and lifted her up. Pinning her against the frame of the door it was all I could do not to fuck her there and then. She put her hand to my chest to push me back, I feared I had gone too far and as she shook her head I almost knew I had. Then that smile played across her lips again. 

'I want you to fuck me in there, my mom's room'.

All I knew was I needed to feel myself inside that tight pussy releasing her from my grip I spoke. 

'Fine but what would your mom say?

With a giggle she looked me right in the eyes, 

'Why don't you ask her...? '

As she said those words my eyes moves towards the bed. There my eyes met another vision; completely naked lay her mom. She was an almost perfect image of her daughter, her breasts were larger and her stomach not as flat but in front of me was body as similar in every way to that I had seen in the bathroom. 

'what's going on?? 'Was all I could manage. I didn't know where to look, to take in the new site before me or feast my eyes on the teenage temptress beside me. My thoughts were still a mess as her mom spoke,

'Isn't it obvious?? I want you to fuck me, you've had Beth and she's had her fun. Now its mommies turn!' 

Before I couldn't speak Beth piped up.

'Mom his fingers are wonderful. Wait till you feel them inside you. There almost as good as you'

I was stunned. In the space of half an hour or so I'd gone from trying to mend a shower to being with the most gorgeous young woman id ever known, to having her naked mom wanting me to fuck her as well and then to hear what Beth had said, I looked at the her and said

'Did you just say what I thought you did my fingers almost as good as your mom's?? You mean? You and your mom?? Actually... 'I didn't know how to finish the sentence, luckily they did.

Walking past me Beth moved towards the bed her mom lay on. Turning to face me she blew me a kiss and then proceeded to amaze me beyond my wildest dreams. She lay near to her mom and looking tenderly into her eyes kissed her. It was the most passionate kiss I'd ever seen between 2 women and this was mother and daughter. Wild and lust filled they were moaning against each other. When they broke apart their tongues lingered near each other's lips but it was happened next that completely 

got me. Beth's mom slid her hand across her daughter's cheek, then allowed it so slowly move down her neck and onwards till she reached the mound of her breast. Beth tensed as if knowing what was to come; her mom pinched her daughters left nipple and moved her head forward to take it in her mouth. I almost came there and then. I'd never seen such an erotic sight. Her daughters moans were spell binding and as if sensing what was happening to me she stopped: they both looked at me and me at them.

'I think we've got his interest' her mom said and with one last kiss of her daughter's breast moved across the bed towards me. 

Her hands rubbed the front of my jeans and closed around my now rock hard cock, I felt I was about to explode but slowly she lowered my zip and slid her fingers inside, moving the material of my briefs until her fingers enveloped me. It felt wonderful, her other hand moved towards my belt and with expert touch she quickly undid it and let them fall to the floor. Standing there in front of these two gorgeous women I thought I was in heaven, I wasn't even close yet. Beth's mom sat on the end of the bed and slowly trailed her hand underneath and up my t-shirt, teasing my nipples as she reached them and then looking up at me I knew what I had to do. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and bending quickly to remove my boots removed my jeans too. There I was. Stood with two gorgeous naked women and with just my briefs covering my cock. I had no idea where this would end but I was determined to make the most of it. 

It was Beth who moves first, standing behind me she loves her delicate hands into the elastic of my pants and pushed them down. My cock sprang free and I felt her hand slide over it, moving to the already glistening tip and then back down again, feeling the entire length of my cock under her fingers. She moves her other hand towards me and slowly started to slide both hands up and down my cock, I was in heaven. Her small hands were amazing and she kept the pressure on to the point I felt I was going to explode. I looked to the bed and Beth's mom was sat there, her fingers playing against her pussy lips. Sliding first one, then another and another inside her and moaning, all the while focusing on her daughters hands on my cock. Breaking to spell I heard Beth say

'I knew his knob would be amazing, it feels wonderful under my hands, how does it look mom'

Her mom looked at me, eyes glazed from the work her fingers were doing on her pussy.

'Fuck it looks wonderful, but I wonder what it tastes like' 

'Oh mom, that's an idea' and with that giggle id heard before Beth, still with my cock in her hands moved me closer to her mom. Christ I thought, I'm having the most amazing hand job and now a blowjob too. Dreams can be real! 

Taking one hand off my cock, Beth looked at her mom, who with lust fuelled eyes looked towards me and reached out her hand. For one wonderful moment both these gorgeous women had their hands on me. Playing with my cock, intertwining their fingers as they slide up and down me, then it got better. Removing her hand Beth's mom leaned towards me and as if sensing what was about to happen Beth aimed my cock toward her mother's open and eager mouth. As she approached me her tongue swirled over the end of my cock, licking the pre cum that her daughter's skillful hands had created and then I was engulfed in a warm and gorgeous cavern of her mouth. She slid me into her till I thought I must be choking her but she just moved her head back and took me again and again. She allowed her teeth to slowly graze against my skin and it was all too much. Reaching my hand to her face to move her away from me I moaned,

'I'm about to cum,' she just looked up at me and carried on, if anything it felt like she had increased her motion.

Beth again spoke 

'She won't mind, that's her favourite way, feeling a man spurt inside her mouth. I prefer it over my tits or my arse but moms a swallower!' This was it...

'Fuck, fuck... 'I held her mom's head in my hands as spurt after spurt erupted into her mouth. I felt sure she would gag but she just swallowed every bit. My legs went weak and she moved her mouth off me and I collapsed onto the bed next to her. 

'That was amazing...'

I just about got the words out as I lay on my back, my breath in short shallow bursts, unable to still register what was actually happening. .

'Yes it was, I can't believe how much was in there. But I hope there's some left Beth' 

With this she reached down towards my cock and started to slide her hand up it again, her fingers being covered in the juices she had just created. I was hard again quicker than I thought possible and that seemed to please both women.

'Wow looks like I'll get a go to mom' Beth said as she looked at her mom's hand working my cock, she slid on the bed too so I now had a naked women either side of me. 




Summer Job Pt. 03



Beth leaned her head down and, pausing only to lick her mom's fingers clean, took her turn on my cock. Her mouth felt smaller than her Moms and certainly couldn't take me as easily but what she could do with her tongue was amazing! She flicked, teased and nibbled every inch of me and soon I felt that feeling stir inside me. Remembering what she had said I told her I was about to cum again and, unbelievably she just moved her mouth off me and moved apart from me. I lay there shocked. So close to my second orgasm of the day and this little tease had denied me. Before I could protest though her motives became clear. Moving up against me she slide her legs either side of mine and straddled my chest. As she moved against me I could feel the heat and moisture from her pussy as she slowly pushed her petite frame down my body. 

I looked to my other side and saw her mom, propped up, her fingers again playing against her pussy. But my vision was halted as with another giggle I felt Beth lift off my chest briefly and I could have only dreamed of what would come next. Using one delicate hand to take hold of my cock she guided me against her delicate slit, I could feel the tip pushing against her lips, unsure what to do I raised myself slightly to try and feel more of her against me, With a moan of pure lust Beth slid herself onto me. The sensation as her tight pussy clamped around my cock was amazing. She was so tight and it made me wild. Unable to control myself I reached my arms behind her pulling her into me, with no thought of prolonging the moment I thrust up into her , again and again and again. I pulled toward me and moans became screams as I felt her tighten even more around me. Her orgasm hit like a wave and her pussy clamped my cock as she came. Within seconds I followed, erupting into her, blind to the consequences, just a primal need to make the moment as lust filled as possible. 

Both now spent she collapsed down onto me and I felt her breasts against my chest and lifting her up and moving my head I took first one and then the other into my mouth. I didn't think moment could be bettered but as I took her left breast I saw her mom move toward us. Beth looked to her mom, passion still in her eyes and again they kissed but this torrid, passionate, unrestrained, Beth had now sat up on my chest, her cum filled pussy on my stomach and her mom's mouth against hers. Breaking the kiss Beth reached towards her mom and returned the earlier favour, grabbing her large breasts and rolling her nipples between her fingers and then smothering them with her mouth, sucking and nibbling as she had my cock. Her mom's moans grew louder as her daughter worked her magic. Beth then left her breasts and looking straight into her mom's eyes, pushed her down next to me so she sat still straddled my chest and with her mom next to me. This day that was full of surprises was yet to yield another. Looking at me with that wicked smile again and then to her mother she said

'Ooh, it looks like someone's enjoyed the show!! And moving off me she slid her nubile frame so she was between me and her mom. Not knowing what was to come I looked down towards her and was mesmerised , obviously not content with her mother's breasts, Beth was now sliding her fingers along her mom's thighs towards her glistening pussy, 

'Oh god, please baby, don't tease me, I need to feel you' her mom moaned. 

With another wicked smile Beth turned from me and it happened, I'd heard a gasp from her mom and looked to see Beth's small delicate fingers working first the folds of her mother's lips and then sliding them inside her. Her mom's body writhed and twitched as her daughter's expert fingers played inside her. In no time at all her mom's body was taken by a powerful orgasm and looking at Beth I could see she was once more turned on. By now I felt like a mere spectator and that was confirmed as, when her mother's body came to rest from the sexual heights it had just been too, Beth looked at me, moved quickly to kiss her mother's breast once more and then in one fluid motion moved her head to between her Moms legs! Her mom screamed and reached for her daughters head as if to stop her breathlessly saying 

'Fuck, Beth that's, that's too much we've not gone this far before...'

'Mom I don't care, I need to taste you, to feel you on my tongue' 

With this she buried her head between her mother's legs and I saw her mom's hand go from trying to push her away to first stroking her daughters hair to within moments grabbing her daughters head and pulling her into her. 

'Christ mom you taste amazing, why haven't we done this before'

Her mom couldn't reply, her face was twisted in passion and I looked on as her legs came up to the side of her daughters head and clamped her into her pussy. Her body was instantly wracked with wave after wave of orgasms until she pushed her daughters head away

'Beth please stop, I can't take anymore... '

Seeming to sense her mother had had enough; Beth lifted her head from between her mother's legs and slowly, seductively slid her tongue along her mother's body till they kissed once more. 

Looking across to me, Beth motioned towards her mom and moving my head our lips joined together as we all kissed, our tongues taking it in turns to explore each other's mouths. I could taste Beth's mother on her and longed to feel her pussy against my tongue too. Breaking the kiss I started to slide down the bed only for Beth's moms hand to stop me,

'Please, I can't take any more after what Beth's just done, please... just fuck me...'

Realising my earlier dream of mother and daughter was about to become reality I moved down the bed till I was above her. Unlike her daughter she didn't move her hand to guide me and instead I just moved my cock over her glistening mound and slowly, slid myself into her. Her muscles contracted instantly and I was surprised that she felt almost as tight as her daughter. Feeling I needed to be more patient this time I slid into her as deep as I could, her nails scraping along my back as I did, and then as I moved out let I my cock slip from her lips to tease her. She grabbed my arse and pulled my back in,

'Please, you can be slow but leave it in me' 

I was more than happy and slowly started to fuck her, hoping to last as long as I could .

Beth had been watching us slowly fuck and as I watched her I saw that smile cross face again. Her mom couldn't see her as her face was turned away, moaning and groaning as I slid inside her, but that was about to change. Lifting herself onto her knees Beth motioned for me to do the same. I adjusted myself and continued to fuck her mom. Looking to see why I had changed Beth's mom turned her head to look at me, as she did the next and final part of my amazing day occurred. With a swift motion Beth swung her legs too straddle her mom as she had me, only this time she was sat above her breasts. My mind raced hoping I was about to witness what I thought I was, Beth didn't disappoint. With her mom still seemingly shocked at seeing her daughter's pussy so close Beth moved so that it hovered over her mom's mouth. 

'No, I can't... It's not right...' 

But even as she pleaded with her daughter I could see she was weakening. With Beth's gorgeous moist pussy just inches way, it happened. Her mom could not resist any longer and lifted her head slightly, reaching out her tongue and she began to lick her daughter. Beth moaned 

'Fuck mom, that's amazing, your tongue feels wonderful... Just keep... Just keep... ' and with that her body began to tense and within moments she was wracked by another orgasm, not stopping her mom hungrily licked and sucked at her daughters moist slit, and Beth ground herself into her. It was all too much for me and I thrust harder and harder into Beth's mom. I exploded into her, more than I had ever done before and then her body quivered too as orgasm swept through her body. Beth was moaning, her mom was moaning and I was I heaven. Finally Beth lifted herself off her mom's mouth and twisting turned to kiss me again. I slid out of her mom and moved down to her side and, leaving Beth alone, kissed her mom, not with passion or aggression this time but with tenderness: Beth moved to join us and the three of us lay together. Kissing and holding each other, each of us spent from the amazing encounter that had changed all our lives this last hour or so.

I didn't t remember drifting to sleep but I must have. Waking I had a brief moment of panic wondering what the time was. Looking at my watch I realised little more than 2 hrs. had passed since I entered the van. Sitting up I couldn't see either Beth or her mom, so, putting on my clothes I left the bedroom. There sat on the settees against the wall were Beth and her mom. Both only dressed in robes and snuggled against each other it was all I could do to not get undressed and try to relive the afternoon's events. It was Beth who saw me first and smiled, and then her mom looked across too. 

'We were going to wake you but we guessed you needed a dozen! , that was amazing; I can't believe what you unleashed in both of us. Holidays will never be the same again, but we've both decided we want to book a van here next year too!!'

'Well if I'm still here, shall I pop over?'

It was Beth, who spoke this time, 

'The only reason well come back and stay is if your here, I'm sure we'll break something so you can visit us again!' 

I laughed and turned to leave. Stepping outside into the early evening sunshine I paused and turned round. Beth and her mom were looking out of the window and waved. Then as if forgetting I was there once more they kissed. I saw their heads move below the window and could only wonder what was now happening between the 2 gorgeous women who I had just shared the erotic encounter with. All I knew was, if Jane had first awakened something in me, these 2 women had meant I would never be able to see my job the same again.



Summer Job: White Lace Thong



This is the third Summer Job story. The previous two are Clothes shopping and Interviews. Interviews wasn't finished before White lace thong but chronologically happens prior White lace thong

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It is fun what people will object to. For example I am currently closer to forty than I am to thirty and I decided to turn my hair pink temporarily. I've actually gotten the same disapproving looks I did when I would do something fanciful like that as a teenager. I am not rebelling against the establishment. For all intents and purposes I'm a card carrying member of the aforementioned establishment. So why does doing something fun, near the middle of my life, get the same disapproval?

It did however reminded me of a pair white lace thong panties.

I know, it's an odd thing to associate. Right? But it is the odd superficial things that seem to bring disapproval that reminded me of them. Well here was the situation....

I had come home from my 3rd year at the university, I had trouble getting my old summer job back. As in I wasn't going to get it back. I had drawn the wrath of my mother's constant as the icy north wind of disapproval from everything from how my body had developed, to the friends I made, and to the job I took. Things were just about at a place where they were going exactly where they should be, but so horribly wrong it was unfathomable. The white lace thong panties were just a microcosm of how the whole summer was going.

I had run into some old acquaintances at a restaurant and got roped into having drinks at the bar with them. These girls were still very much girls. They kept up with high school things, in a very high school way, that was very high school pathetic. They roped me in and set me up. They talked about the old crowd like they saw them everyday and at least kept tabs on them. When I begged off that I had a long day and had to get to bed, they sprung the trap.

"Well you're going to the service, right?" asked one of the high school hens whose name I couldn't remember asked. "I mean everyone will be there."

I feigned stupidity, hoping that they would talk behind my back about how I didn't keep up with current events. I had hoped in these deluges against my character they would add what a stuck up bitch I had become away at college. That way I would just get sneered at by all the stuck in high school bitches, should I run across them whenever I was in town. I was out of luck. 

They insisted on informing me what I already knew. And I had to act concerned and shocked. The story was that a girl in our class, a popular girl, had died. It was in some stupidly tragic way, and the local news canonized her on par with a saint. I didn't even know her well enough to say hi in passing when we were in school together, but I knew enough that she was not up for sainthood either. I mean who of us are? Yes her death was tragic in the sense of a life cut short, but it was hardly a reason to make a folk legend of her. Or in my opinion, a make a mockery of her real memory with the fake and plastic platitudes that were sure to be part of this service that had become a circus.

Long story short, because I suffered enough trying to get out of it unsuccessfully, so I will not afflict the nauseating details on you (even if I could remember them). The service was in 2 days and as it happened I was going to it. It was going to be like a 3 year class reunion. Yay.

That night I called my boyfriend, who was flying in the next day to visit, to tell him to pack a suit we were going to a service. I explained that I really didn't know the girl but it had become a local phenomena, and that I'd become obligated to go. I told him it would be nice if he wasted a few hours with me. He agreed in that way that he would rather peel off his own nails with rusty pliers, but because I asked, he would go with me.

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I met him at the airport the next evening. The plan was that he was staying at a hotel, and though I would pretend to be staying at home I would be spending my nights in his arms. A place I had needed to be. We had decided at the end of the school year that we would not be committed to each other other than for the 2 weeks he would come out to visit. This two week visit couldn't have been planned any better.

The evening was spent at the hotel catching up. As in I talked. He acted interested. The night was, unfortunately, mechanical. As he grunted away on top of me I wondered if that was what we did when we were at school and I had maybe been to tired or distracted to notice. Had my experiences in my ol' home town, liberated me sexually as college life was supposed to and had not? Maybe it was that I had bored him with my personal drama and that is what caused this lack luster sex. In the end I was messy and he was asleep. I ran through the shower to clean myself and decided home was the best place to be for the night. He wouldn't miss me much he was likely tired from travel and I would be sneaking out pre-dawn anyways to get back home, it was just a little early was all.

The next day he picked me up in the rental car for lunch and it was a warmer, more loving date than had been the previous night. He apologized for being out of it and I told him it was alright. That night he came over for dinner to meet the parents once again, this time on their turf. It was more of the usual for me. When ever a visitor was about mom did her best to ride me into the ground. She made the little comments that trashed me all night. I pretended that they didn't hurt and the table would get uncomfortable eventually with my fake smile and her trying to kill me with the paper cuts of her criticisms.

We made it through dinner. We talked for a bit before saying we were going to use the pool at his hotel to get out of there. A preemptive move on my part. Mom surprised me with saying I should just stay the night, if it was ok with him, because the church where the services was being held was over on that side of town anyways. I said I thought it was a good idea even if mom would later make me pay the price with her insinuations. It was a price I was willing to pay.

I figured out what I would wear for the funeral service, plus what I would wear afterwards, a bikini that was way too small, and some lingerie in case I didn't get any action at the pool. I came back out, happy as a calm. Even moms little dig that it was unheard of in her day for a young lady to spend the night in a mans hotel room didn't get to me. I almost replied to her "Yes mom, I'm a sleazy little tramp. By the way, did they have indoor plumbing in your day?" But all that was said by anyone was "A lot has certainly changed." "Yes it has."

With that we were off to the hotel. When we got to the room I went for the bathroom, flung off my clothes, and squirmed into my bikini. Normally I wouldn't mind changing in front of close friends and boyfriends. But this, this was a spectacle. And I didn't want the image of me struggling into my bikini to be the image he saw while I was trying to seduce him in the pool, hot tub, or sauna. I wanted to be seen as a sex goddess, not the girl with a big ass that had to jump up and down to get into her bikini bottoms. It was all worth it, because when I came out of the bathroom his eyes threatened to pop out of his head. I even managed to get him to stop watching baseball to follow me to the pool.

We entered the glass elevator and that is where I started my flirtation. I leaned against the glass wall, pulled him to me, and kissed him hard. He pulled back feeling a little exposed I imagined, and my tongue flicked out, licking his retreating lips. I had one arm around his neck, and the other, down along his inner thigh. My hand brushed his already hardening cock, and I briefly fantasized about pushing the stop button and having him take me right there.

"Maybe," I kissed his neck, "I can manage," I worked my way to his ear, feeling his stiffness pressed against my stomach, "to stay with you," I breathed my hot breath in his ear and pulled on him lob with my teeth, "for the whole two weeks."

The elevator reached the ground floor. "That would be cool." was his inelegant response.

When we stepped out of the elevator I was sure I could see several of the men at the bar look with jealousy at him and check me out. Both turned me on. One that they knew what I was doing in the elevator. Two that I rated some lusty glances. We got to the pool, his towel over his crotch the whole way made me smile and grin to everyone we passed. And I figured I was just getting started.

He dove straight away into the pool. No doubt to hide his hard cock. I, however, am a wimp. I tested the water, splashed some on me, and did the whole ritual before sliding in. I dove to get my hair wet. I watched the gorgeous man that was the object of my desire swim laps. I couldn't resist the temptation, I was going to start seducing him in the pool.

I playfully dove and went after his shorts under water. He struggled a bit,but as it turned out his shorts were too secure. I popped out of the water grinning. "Hi!" I said the only thing that came to mind.

"What are you doing girl?" His smile was pleasant but his look was genuine confusion.

"What do you think I'm doing?" I asked trying to arch one brow and look seductive.

"I think you're crazy." He smiled to try to put me in my place and get me to stop teasing him.

I didn't of course. I persisted and he gently took it as a joke. I tried to get him into the hot tub. He refused for some lame excuse about health risk. Same with the sauna. I was getting frustrated. We started heading for the showers and I tried following him. I was about to take my top off when I was told to get out. I tried my sad face, even that didn't work on him.

The sex that night in the room was good. He was gentle and firm. He allowed me the freedom I needed then took control and fucked me hard. All at the right times. He had never really disappointed much in his performance. He was considerate, giving, strong, well endowed, handsome, and had great stamina. He was also very conventional. I wanted to experiment a little and, well, he didn't.

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The next morning I was over the night before. There were worse things than having a good lover that was a little shy. That was something I could work on. I would try today maybe if the opportunity was there.

While putting on my makeup there was a knock on the door. He drew my attention to the morning news. It seemed there were going to be two services of sorts. There would be the one at her church as planned, and another at the High School. The hens that had roped me in were on the news, and it seemed that they had spearheaded the effort to get much of the graduating class to attend. I wanted to laugh at the hypocrisy. I didn't know her well. I knew they didn't know her well either. Yet there they were on the news talking about the impact her passing would have on the community. The poor girls parents were on the news as well, thanking the community for the out pouring of love and support, but they wanted to keep the church memorial small with family and close personal friends. Also that they would try to attend the High School memorial time and grief allowing. Good for them. Maybe they saw the insincerity in the assembled hens. Hopefully they just wanted to honor their daughter, her memory, and their own grief somewhere other than on the 5 o'clock news. Good for them. The High School memorial would have a news crew at it. The news always did follow the circus.

Since the time was being pushed back to allow for the late arrivals he went down to have breakfast instead of getting it on the run like we were going to have to do. I took extra time on my makeup and getting dressed which I was rushed for before. Getting dressed I decided on those infamous pair of black thigh high stockings. I had really liked how free and open they had felt. Unfortunately I had only 2 pair of clean black panties. The comfy lay around the house briefs, and the see through ones that the asshole quarterback picked out. The briefs were actually the more attractive of the two in my eyes. And I hadn't worn them since that day in the department store.

I did have a cream colored lace thong. I brought them for after the service, but I figured 'what the hell it is not like anyone would be checking what kind and color my panties are'. It would just make it easier to change in the car and not have to stop anywhere. Plus despite the rap against them, they were comfortable. I put them on, the thigh highs, and slipped the little black dress on. I looked in the mirror and the dress was a little short, but not too short I figured. I had brought a black pair of two and a quarter inch open toed heels. I was ready and still had time for a quick bite. I packed my after service clothes in my the over-sized handbag, and was off.

How this man knew me. I saw them bring my meal as I rode down the elevator. Two over easy eggs, wheat pancakes, butter on the side, two sausage links that I would give to him, and a bowl of fresh fruit that I would pick at and complain that something wasn't very fresh, or ripe, or something. I kissed his cheek thanking him as I swooped in to sit down and eat. I thought to myself, I could get used to doing that. If the two weeks went well we might have to talk about sharing a place back at school. And then who knows, huh?

I finished my meal predictably, and we headed out to my old high school. We arrived and the place was already packed and surrounded with cars. From where we parked I had hoped that the courtyard doors were open so we wouldn't have to walk around most of the school. Again, I was not lucky. We walked around the school and got to the auditorium. I thanked god it wasn't being held were it should have been held, the gym. Not only was the auditorium filled to capacity, but it was more like a pep rally for those that wished they were still in high school.

Honestly, it really was beneath contempt. They spent more time lamenting about the past and less on what this girl had meant to them and her community. Don't get me wrong. There would be a couple of good eulogies and tributes to her from people that really knew her. So heart felt that you knew she would be missed. But unfortunately there were many more people that just needed the lime light because they hadn't had it for a few years and were starting to miss it. I took the time during those speeches to look around at what people were wearing.

When I saw those that did dress up were wearing, I felt pretty good about what I had decided on. No it was not something I would likely wear to a family members funeral. But my dress was in the mid length for that assemblage. The heels I wore were a little on the side. My makeup was fairy conservative. And there was more than a few people that looked like they had just rolled out of bed after a hard night's drinking. Those that were enthusiastic about being at this farce of a memorial, all looked like they were here to take another shot at that high school sweetheart that they lost track of or at least wanted to sleep with one last time.

People were starting to slip out of the auditorium as others made their way in. I indicated that we should do likewise. And soon we were out of there and walking down a vacant hallway. It was a short cut to the car through the courtyard. But on a whim, I swear to god that I didn't plan it, we took a slightly longer detour. The chance of anyone being down the halls we were taking were slim because it was slightly out of the way to get to everything. Well get to everything except my senior year locker. 

As we walked I asked him if he felt like fulfilling a fantasy of mine. He looked skeptical and I explained. See my locker senior year was in a place where seemingly they had space for only a few lockers. There were only three classrooms on that wing and there was much better ways to get to everywhere then through there unless you either had one of those classes (I had actually had classes there) or your locker was there. There had been windows to the courtyard and they managed to put some lockers along the them, not full sized ones like every other senior had, but three quarter sized ones. Half again what underclass got in the half lockers stacked two high. These lockers just didn't quite reach the floor. It actually did look sort of stylish, in the way that a school can look stylish. We would often joke amongst ourselves that we should have put out to get better locker. Truth be told, most of us liked our lockers and our small almost private community.

Strangely enough it was mostly girls that got these few lockers. The most of the girls on that short, out of the way, row, had formed a tighter than usual locker community bond. I know that a few of them had become some of my better school friends in a very short time. Couldn't have been much more than twenty of us and only three or four guys amongst us. And all but one of those guys could have easily been considered one of us girls.

But that one guy.... he was shy, handsome, quiet, tall, athletic, a beautiful smile, and blue eyes that seemed to dance with hidden secrets that you wanted to get close to so you could experience their life. And the talk of all of us girls. Myself included. He had been a late enrollment and the rumor was that something happened with the basketball coach that had earned his banished to the locker he had. The story was that he was supposed to play for the school basketball team but right before school started he told the coach he wouldn't for some reason. The reasons were speculated as well, but are too many and to varied to list. Even if I could remember them.

One of the girls, had once told us what she wanted to do with him. She had described in detail her short skirt, plunging neckline, and the empty hallways between classes when she would seduce him. She spoke of feeling his lean muscles under the Oxford shirts he favored, worn open over a brightly colored muscle shirt beneath it. She enthralled us with her body language, as she spoke of running her fingers through his silky long dirty blonde hair. The urgent kiss as he pushed her into the corner of the cold window to the courtyard and the painted metal of the locker on the end. We gasped at her excitement and surprise when he would take his strong hand and rip her thin panties from her effortlessly and bring his erect manhood against her....

Well she never finished the story. She was interrupted by the subject of all our fantasies. We all blushed, giggled, and dispersed. I, personally, had become so lost and enraptured in that moment, I couldn't concentrate the rest of the day. That fantasy had supplanted all others. And I had guided my boyfriend to the very spot. I showed him my locker and told him of my fantasy, leaving out the gorgeous High School crush of course. He smiled densely at me and started to head for the door. 

I leaned back into the corner, and though it was summer, The window and locker metal was still cold through the thin dress material just as I always imagined it would be. "I want you to fuck me." I put my right foot up on the metal edge of the window, letting my heel make it ting my intentions. "I want your beautiful cock in between my legs here and now." I felt I was going to far. He turned and looked at me in a way he never had before. I had never been that aggressive before. I had never spoken to him, or much of anyone that way before.

He came towards me. The look of lust filled him as he stared at the lace tops of my stockings. He kissed me hard, bit my neck, pulling me to him. His cock was hard, I couldn't wait to get on my knees and suck it, as I had day dreamed of so many times when walking this hall. I started to slide down him, but he was not having it. He pushed me into the corner and reached under my dress, to grab hold of the delicate lace thong. His hands trying to fend off the urge that his cock was obviously sending them. He tried to take them off gingerly. He was working them off my ass when I whispered in his ear, "Just rip them off and fuck me."




Summer Job: White Lace Thong



It didn't take more than a split second between me saying it and the deed being done. I felt the light fabric brush my inner thigh as they were discarded by the vise like hands that grabbed my ass and forced me into the corner. The air went out of me as he was no longer treating me like the princess he always had. I could read it in his demeanor. He was going to fuck me, and fuck me hard. The fumbling at his pants took no time and his cock was posed at my wet folds. I was about to tell him to go ahead like I always had to, but I never got the chance. He drove into me, taking my by surprised. I cried out, and his hand clamped over my mouth.

"You said you wanted me to fuck you," he whispered breathlessly in my ear, "so I am going to. Just like I would any slut at the library or student union." My look of shock at the idea that this nice guy had done this before registered a humorous grin from him. "So do you need me to hold my hand over your mouth, or can you control yourself?" I nodded to the control. He took his hand away and he was instantly deep within me.

It was like he'd become a complete stranger. I'd made love to and had sex with this man many times. Never, it seemed, had he fucked me, until now. He overwhelmed me and left my senses reeling. I had to bite my lower lip to keep from crying out again. I'd always found his cock satisfying and not to large. Now it pushed hard repeatedly against my cervix, causing me a pain, yet ecstasy I had not known before. Though I liked knowing he could do it, I also let him know that I didn't want him to. With a chuckle, he stopped fucking me so deep.

The spaghetti straps of dress slipped down my arms. I didn't need to work it down any further, he took initiative that I had never seen before. One hand on my ass and the other behind my knee moved us out of the corner. My dress was pushed up. My skin stuck to the glass as I felt my ass make contact. He pushed my dress top down exposing my breast, an index finger and thumb seized my nipple and rolled it between them. I moaned softly, "Someone will see...."

I was cut short, because his other index finger slide into me, along the underside of his throbbing cock. His thick finger stretched me a bit more. I took in a quick breath. When I did, he moved his wet finger quickly, inserting it into my ass. Strangely I had no place to go. No surprised expression would come to me. All I could do was let out the breath I had taken in, with a satisfied sigh. "That's a good girl," he urged me on as his finger slowly worked deeper, "you can take it all."

I started licking, kissing, and sucking on his neck when I felt his middle finger start getting lubricated the same way his index finger had. Briefly my mind screamed out to tell him to stop. To tell him no more fingers in my ass. The part of me that wanted them there held my tongue. I whimpered for him to wait, quickly undoing the top buttons of his shirt and exposing his broad shoulder. My lips had barely touched it when his middle finger worked its way into my tight ass. I bit down hard into his flesh causing him to wince and groan with pleasure. "Ohhh! My dirty little girl likes it rough." He moaned as I sucked on his shoulder, shaking from my impending orgasm.

His ring finger started tracing a wet line towards my anus. I couldn't take anymore. "nooo..." I begged weakly. His finger never stopped, but he pushed my legs wide, and pushed himself hard into me. I let out a yelp that echoed down the hall.

"I won't give you more than you can take baby." He reassured me with the head of his cock pressed hard to my cervix. "Do you trust me?" 

I nodded that I did. His ring finger was gentle but persistent. It started to enter me, but the resistance was too much. He backed out. Then back in. Fucking me slow and deep all the while. I closed my eyes, rested my head against the glass and tried to relax. My legs wrapped around his waist and his mouth gravitated towards my breast. Another wave came over me, and his ring finger entered me while I clutched his head to my breast. He sucked hard. I bite my lower lip again.

He started talking more, "Oh God, my beautiful whore! You like my fingers in your ass? Huh baby? You like me fucking you hard with my fingers in your ass?" God help me, I did. Not necessarily the actual fingers, though the first one then two were interesting. No, it was the intimacy. That he was finally sharing with me his deep passion while I shared with him mine. It was making the orgasms crash over me in waves. 

I could feel him tense, then shoot his hot cum deep into me. "Yes honey, yes!" I whispered my urgency to him. "Cum in me, yes, cum for me." He was spent, staggering back a little while I gained the floor. Weak in my thighs and knees I was glad to sink down and lick his cock clean, tasting the mixture of us on him. Quickly his cock was away and shortly after my dress, rumpled was back in place as well. I grabbed my ripped panties off the floor and tried to wipe myself somewhat clean with them.

That is when I saw it. The funny look he gave me. Was it a look of disgust? Had I committed an unforgivable transgression? I feared showing him my fetish had in some why turned him off. My mind raced on how I would turn it all around if that was it. Maybe I could offer him anal sex to take his mind off what we had just done.... he obviously had interest in it. I tossed my ruined thong in the first trash can we passed and licked the cum that remained seductively off my fingers. All to no effect. 

We ran into some old friends of mine in the courtyard. We talked some while my boyfriend seemed a million miles away. I couldn't manage to get him involved in the conversation, which was unusual. I felt the cum starting to ooze down my leg. I tried to sneak off to the restroom, but one friend called out for me to wait. Back in the building, out of earshot, she grinned at me.

"You hussy!" She squealed much to loud and clamped her hand over her mouth with a guilty giggle.

I put on my best surprised, open mouthed shock look. "What?!?" I acted stupid, which I excel at.

"Oh don't play innocent with me!" She warned, while we went through the bathroom door. "You just had sex with that man!"

"I did," my smile betrayed the outrage in my voice, "NOT!"

"No?" She asked in a muted tone.

"No." I reassured her.

"Nice shoes." She smiled at me sweetly.

"Tha...." I looked at my shoes and saw it. The thick, wet white glob that betrayed what I did in my high school hallway.

"It looks like you...." her grin was triumphant and knowing, "spilt something...."

I instantly told her everything. I grabbed some toilet paper and wet paper towels to clean myself and my shoes while she keep laughing and calling me a hussy. 

"I can't believe it!" Her voice was high echoing loudly in the tiled restroom. Her voice only got louder as I tired to quiet her. "You stole my fantasy! Oh my god, you hussy! So much for you being such a nice girl!"

I tried to look hurt or angry. I couldn't manage it for more than a second of the silence that passed between us. We burst out laughing as I was forced give more details and to endure being called a hussy some more. We got back to discover that there was an impromptu reunion of friends at one of their houses. I could tell I was going to be tortured over being caught having sex in the halls.

But that was not going to be the first or most painful torment of the rest of my afternoon. The first one would be in the car. "You wore white panties to a wake?" I think I knew it was coming. I could never be sure though. It was like being slapped in the face. Or crashing your car. You always think you knew it was coming after its already happened. It doesn't take away the sting of the initial blow.... especially when you know there's more to come.

I discarded the protest that they were actually cream not white. As a general rule men don't know the difference. And that one didn't. I stepped away from the temptation to start a fight about it. Asking him how hypocritical it was to call that travesty a wake just to take umbrage with the color of my underwear. Or how fucking me and sticking his fingers up my ass was honoring the deceased. But that wouldn't get us anywhere. "It was what I was planning to wear later," I explained quietly, "Just thought it would be easier to change in the car if I didn't have to change underwear." He looked at me as if I were from another planet.

We got to my friend's house. We all seemed to have small overnight bags that we were taking in. While some of us changed the rest of us chatted and gossiped. He was still silent. Disapproving of me in his manner and vacant stare. I went to the bathroom instead of the bedroom and hoped the silent prompt would bring him with me. I went to the bathroom alone. While I changed, I heard the outside door open. The heavy steps down the drive were distinctively male, and there had only been one of those there. The car door slamming, the engine coming to life, and the sound of the car pulling away, were expected. No surprise at all.

Nor were the sounds of whispering close to the bathroom door or tentative knock followed by the soft call of, "Erin, honey, is everything ok?"

I hadn't managed more than my my panties and my top as the silent tears started to trickle down my cheeks. I didn't care. I opened the door to a sea of concerned faces. After getting hugs, arms went around me guiding me into the living room. I told them all what had been happening with me. I told how my boyfriend leaving me over wearing white panties to a wake was just the icing on the cake. The last thing I was really coherent for was a round of calls calling significant others, parents, and/or employers explaining that they had an emergency and was going to be gone all day and night. Drinks were made and to get ready for a long night a couple of the girls went out to buy more.

We talked. We all talked. We talked about our heartbreaks and heartaches. In our pain we gave each other voice. And in those voices we expressed our disappointments and fears. We hugged and cried. We also laughed, sang, and danced. We danced in our underwear under the moon. Well, we did until the cops came. We managed free pizza, bad Chinese, and even found raw cookie dough. We spoke of sex, love, and how we loved being on our own.... even if it did come with all the extra baggage we had to carry. It wasn't until the second morning when we slowly started to awaken that it began to break up with a certain sadness. A sadness that said we might never come this way again.

It is funny how people try to find deeper symbolism or reason for extraordinary events. Even through the years I've never managed to find a deeper reason for that precious moment in time. It wasn't a moment brought on by the death of a person we barely knew that made us reach out to each other. It was brought on by a guy breaking up with me for wearing a white lace thong to a wake. The deeper symbolism or meaning, if you want one, is the bounds of friendship that sees you through dark times. But in the end it is the ordinary things that make the special times that much more special.